The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely trying and tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during the strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly joins the neighborhood wife swappers.
Marilyn Richards, a prim and proper widow, is one of these outwardly normal people. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased and dominated lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
HOT MERRY WIDOW a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Marilyn Richards, young and beautiful, a widow for well over two years, was sunbathing on the outside terrace of her suburban home, enjoying the twelve o'clock sun. Suntan oil shimmered on her long sleek body. It was unusual to be this hot for May, and she was determined to get a jump on summer. She always hated it when she suffered a burn, and she swore to herself that it wouldn't happen this year.
Her skin was fresh, untanned, her body curvy and firm. Her stomach rose and fell as she lay there in a restful half sleep. Her face, framed in soft curls of reddish brown hair, matched the rest of her body, flawless and perfect.
Marilyn poured more coconut oil on herself, her hand slithering over her slender legs and arms, stopping at the rough spots. The sun was burning today. She turned off the radio, her cunt oozing. She opened her legs slightly, feeling the scorching heat burning through her pussy. God, she wished she were in bed and she could come. She needed a climax and needed it now. Suddenly, something struck her as funny. She wondered if anyone were watching. She had heard about Peeping Toms and their binoculars.
She giggled to herself, slipping her fingers in the elastic of her purple bottoms, easing them down, baring her lush reddish brown pussy to the sun's rays. She had never sunbathed stark naked before. It felt great. She lifted up, whipped the bottoms off her ankles, stared down at herself, looking at her triangle of hair.
Giggling naughtily, she unsnapped the top, whisked it off her large tits. She gazed down at herself, hot as hell. The back yard was secluded with trees and bushes surrounding the ranchstyle house. A soft breeze whispered through the leaves, caressing her naked flesh.
Marilyn yawned, opening her legs wider, daydreaming about someone eyeing her with binoculars. It made her horny and she opened her legs wider.
The afternoon sun sizzled her skin as she baked. It felt good. She'd definitely have a tan before summer. By the middle of July she'd be a perfect golden bronze. She smiled to herself. She'd be tanned even before Lindy.
She raised her ass up off the towel, pretending someone were watching her. Her cunt was wide open. Her hand drifted to the curly hair of her pussy. Fingers dipped inside and came in contact with a load of cream.
She began to play and softly caress her fingers through the tangled shiny wet hair of her pussy. She spread the mixture of oil and juice around with a circular motion of her fingers. The puffy folds grew wetter. She hadn't realized she was this hot.
Sticky pussy juice adhered to her hand as the cream coated her fingers. Her fingernails, painted red, gently dipped into the pussy juice, and she smoothed the gooey cream around, spreading the shiny liquid over her pink cunt slit.
She fingered herself, humped her ass, her hips moving slightly up and down. She arched her body and smiled again, fingers dipping farther into her slippery cunt. Her hips rose slowly upward. She hoped someone was watching.
She felt wantonly reckless, thinking of a stranger. Or maybe it wasn't a stranger. Maybe a neighbor. Her body was instantly filled with excitement. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl, naughty for the first time in her life. Like a virgin, newly vulnerable.
In her imagination, she saw the person watching her. She thought of her neighbor and his hard stiff cock. She almost came right then and there.
Her breathing grew heavy with the sound of hot whimpers. She knew she couldn't take much more of this. She had to come!
Her fingers were sliding wetly through her pink cunt slit when the sudden ringing of the phone jolted her out of her sex dazed stupor. She bolted upright, looked around, shading her eyes from the sharp bright sun. It had to be Lindy! She stood up, pushed open the sliding glass doors, ran into the dining room and lunged for the phone.
"Hello?"
"When do you want me to pick you up for the aerobics class tomorrow night?" Lindy asked on the other end.
"I don't know. I have a few things to do first. We'll go in separate cars." Marilyn stroked her fingers through her hair, pushing the strands away from her face that stuck to the suntan oil.
"Oh?" Lindy asked, surprised. "Got a hot date or something?"
Marilyn laughed. "You're always talking about that. Can't you think about anything else but men?"
"No. I can't help it. That's all I think about all day long. In fact, I got a hot date myself. Remember Reverend Thomas?"
Marilyn's mouth opened in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding! Lindy, not him!"
"Yeah, him. Isn't he a hunk of a man? And his voice drives me crazy. I sit there in church and cream just listening. He came over the other day to see why Derek hasn't shown up for any of the meetings on Wednesday nights and" Lindy paused, breathless, then her thoughts rushed on again "and when I told him that my lazy son would rather pick up girls, we both laughed, and that's when I asked him to stay for dinner"
"He stayed for dinner! My God, the Reverend? I think I'm jealous."
"You! Jealous!" Lindy chastised mildly. "Don't make me laugh, Marilyn. You haven't seen a cock since Duane died."
"Duane's cock was enough to last me a lifetime," Marilyn defended.
"You'll change your mind someday."
"So what happened with the Reverend?" Marilyn asked, eagerly changing the subject. "Did you do anything with him?"
"Why? Am I turning you on?" Lindy asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Hey, kiddo, you be good. I gotta go. Derek just kicked in the door demanding lunch. That brat! I can't wait until summer's over and he's back at college. See ya tomorrow night."
Marilyn hung the receiver back on the wall and sighed. Lindy was so effervescent. She wondered where she got all the energy from. She and Lindy had been friends for ages, or so it seemed. They jogged together, did aerobics together and went to the spa together.
It must be the workouts, Marilyn decided, and made a mental note to exercise even more. Bicycling, that's it, bicycling. She'd make some time at the end of the week to go to the shop. Maybe she'd be as bubbly and happy as Lindy if she got into bicycling.
The new idea stirred her blood as she gazed out into her neighbor's yard. She wondered if he had binoculars.
Back out on the terrace, she poured coconut oil over herself, this time wetting what the bikini had once covered up, the strips of creamy white flesh.
Lying flat on her back on the oversized beach towel, she let the rays of the sun warm her naked flesh. She had never been this daring before. Her cunt ached. Her bare nipples stiffened and the sun made them glisten.
She trailed a hand down to the triangle of hair between her thighs. Her inner thighs were moist. Her cunt was drenched with pussy juice that constantly seeped from her slit. She dug a finger inside, sighing with delight, screwing her finger deep. Her legs flew open, her mind drifting to the imaginary Peeping Tom and his hard cock.
She squished two fingers inside, imagining it was a stranger's stiff cock entering her pussy. She rammed herself deep inside her cunt, thrusting with force.
Her cunt throbbed on her digging fingers. She let out a moan, shoving her fingers roughly through her moist pussy then dragging them out. Her nails scraped along her pulsing clit. She caught herself on the brink of coming.
Marilyn soared higher. She jabbed harder, u piercing her cunt with each hard plunge of her fingers. Her long legs jerked on the towel. Her ass wriggled. Her fingers curled inside her pussy, reaching all the way into the grabbing muscles. She wanted the stranger's cock, wanted the Peeping Tom to fuck her, but she knew it was useless to think about it. No one was watching. It was just her overactive imagination.
Marilyn sighed, her hips thrusting up and down. Cunt cream dripped in a steady stream over her thrusting fingers. She drew her legs up slightly and shoved her fingers at a whipping pace. Fiercely, she rammed herself.
Marilyn's eyes glazed over. Her pussy was aching, ready to explode. Her face, a mask of pure lust, tightened as she bore her fingers into her cunt. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"
Marilyn knew by the Way her cunt was seeping juice and the way her body was shaking that her climax was seconds away. She rammed herself viciously on her hand, then suddenly thrust her cunt forward.
She groaned, impaling her pussy on her fingers. Her orgasms came one after the other. They pulsed through her cunt, through her nipples.
Her mouth opened with sighs of bliss as she stabbed her overflowing cunt, stabbing deep plowing three fingers in and out of her foamy cunt hole. Her pussy opened wide to accommodate her drilling fingers. They reached the hot churning depths.
Orgasms surged through her body. Her movements were uncontrolled, flailing with excitement. She crushed her cunt onto her hand, her fingers tearing through her wet cuht slit.
When her fingers came away from her cunt, she whimpered. Her legs were spread, her pussy completely on display. Thoughts of someone watching crept into her imagination again. She had never felt like this before, this erotic, this hot.
She jabbed her fist into her creaming pussy again, her fingers keeping her coming as she kept shoving them through her hot cunt slit.
Her fingers straightened inside her cunt and the surrounding muscles throbbed. She moaned, unable to move except to shove her hand into her cream smeared pussy.
Paralyzed with passion, she fucked herself, puncturing her body with her pointed fingertips, plastering her hand to her pussy, fingers stabbing. The muscles inside sucked and grabbed at the intruders. She drew her fingers out, pinched her clit, and whimpered again.
Her tight ass wriggled. Her legs were spread wide. Orgasms spread through her body like wildfire, gathering in strength. She dragged her hand over her glistening wet pussy mound and murmured sounds of excitement.
Her legs long, smooth and silky jerked frantically. The smooth curves of her body banged the concrete underneath the towel. Her hips and soft ass wriggled.
As she rocked up and down on her fingers, trembling in the midst of her orgasm, her violet eyes seemed to darken, taking on an exciting glow. She was growing hotter by the second as if one orgasm fed and strengthened the next.
Her cunt juice bathed her fingers as it poured out of her pussy. White foam creamed her hand as it merged with her cunt. Stringy rivulets of pussy juice clung to each finger that sank effortlessly inside.
She moaned in bliss, her cunt squishing. Her naked body quivered.
Her pussy slit gaped open, her fingers jamming all the way in. Another few delicious thrusts and she moaned uncontrollably. She was in the throes of a wild climax. Her ass landed firmly on the hard concrete as her ass cheeks thudded softly on the towel.
Orgasms whipped through her body, overwhelming her as she rose higher and higher onto a new plateau. She jabbed and thrust deep through her cunt, hitting the mark each time. Her clit, purplish red and bloated, exploded when the heel of her hand collided with the extended knob of her clit.
"Jesus ..." she moaned hungrily.
Her mouth was open and panting. Her pink pussy was open and inviting. She shoved her fingers inside, spurring her orgasms on. Her ass lunged off the towel as she smashed her hand onto her foamy cunt, letting her orgasms whip through her tortured body.
She couldn't stop. Her hand was moving on its own. Hard, quick, powerful stabs kept her in bliss.
She was locked in passion. Piercing orgasms tormented her one after the other. She met her lunging hand, reveling in her climax and thrilled each time an orgasm shook her.
Her hips rammed upward, contractions of her cunt muscles tugging at her stabbing fingers. Foamy cream gave them a coating of warmth as they pierced the hot cauldron of pussy juice. Her cunt overflowed in a creamy sauce.
Her ass bounced off the towel and her legs jerked wildly. Fucking herself with violent jabs and rampant plunges, she thumped up and down, ramming her fingers into her rich creamy pussy.
She was totally immersed in her orgasm, her hand hammering, fingers drilling.
Raking the inside of her cunt with her long nails, she whimpered, engulfed in the wild climax. Her cunt was gripping tight, pulsing against her fingers.
The cheeks of her ass slapped beneath her as she humped up and came crashing down on the towel, her pussy still overflowing with creamy pussy juice. Her hand slithered quickly into her pussy, increasing the sudsy froth. Her body jerked, her fingers sinking deeper into the velvety softness of her cunt. Cream oozed.
Her tits jiggled with every bounce of her body. The large red nipples swelled. The surrounding bulging tit flesh wriggled in opposition to her quirky movements.
Her slender legs shot out straight, her pussy pulsing on her fingers. She lay in a smoldering glow. It was over. Her orgasms had stopped. She was left floating on an euphoric cloud. She dropped her arm to her side, her fingers sliding out of her cunt, the muscles still pulsing. Her inner thighs were saturated with creamy juice, the towel soaking up the overflow.
Shuddering from her twisting orgasms, she lay spent on the terrace, a frothy ooze seeping from her pussy. A groan roused her back to reality and she propped herself up, sighing with relief. Staggering into the house, she strode to the bathroom to rinse away the suntan oil and pussy cream from her sweaty body.
Minutes later, tingling from the refreshing shower, she wrapped herself in a towel. For the first time in weeks, her enthusiasm was evident. She hadn't felt this wonderful in ages.
CHAPTER TWO
Marilyn was pouring a nice cool glass of iced tea when the doorbell rang.
"Wait a minute!" she yelled from the kitchen, setting the pitcher on the counter. "Be right there!"
Marilyn ran upstairs to put on a robe and swiftly returned to open the front door.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Richards, there's been some trouble with the phone lines. The storm the other night" The man from the telephone company grinned at her. His dark eyes swept up and down her lush figure in the short silky robe. "It'll only take a minute. May I come in?"
"Of course." Marilyn stepped back to let him in and made sure her robe was closed tight around her large thrusting tits.
He strode past her to the phone in the dining room.
Marilyn sipped iced tea, watching him fiddle with the buttons. He was powerfully built. Not bad looking. He made her cunt ache.
"A minor adjustment," he said. "Sorry for the inconvenience."
"It's all right. No trouble." She wished he'd hurry up. The terrace was beckoning.
When he was finished, the man stood there looking at her, giving her the once over.
"Can I help you with anything else?" she asked snobbishly. She didn't like the look he was giving her.
His rugged features split into a grin. His eyes, a steady leer, fastened onto the hem of her short skimpy robe. His grin widened. He remembered her naked body on the terrace vividly.
"I said," Marilyn repeated, "can I help you with anything else?" Her voice quivered slightly. Something about him scared her. She couldn't put a finger on it.
"Yes. You can call me Russ, and you can tell me if you're naked under that."
"What!"
He was coming toward her. Her feet grew weak, her knees buckling. She took a step back.
"What's your first name?" he asked, stepping closer. "It's Marilyn, isn't it?"
"I think you'd better leave," she said. She saw the wild gleam in his eye and took another step back.
"When I'm ready. I want to look around first and I don't mean your nice place here."
He was coming toward her, following her steps one at a time. He was several feet away when he stepped into the kitchen.
"You'd better leave," she said, trying to put more force into her voice. She was scared.
He came after her. Marilyn stepped back, folded her robe around her tits and banged into the counter.
"Right, bitch! I'll leave when I'm done fucking you!" He rammed her against the kitchen drawers and breathed on her face. He jabbed his hard on into her stomach.
His foul breath steamed her face and she abruptly turned her head away.
He grabbed the edge of her robe. "You naked under there?" He yanked the silk material open, revealing plush large tits. "Mmmmmm . . . nice ..."
"Wh . . . wh . . . what are you doing!" Marilyn stood pinned against the cabinets, horrified.
Grinding his hard on into her flat stomach, he groaned, mashing his lips to her mouth, grabbing one of her naked tits and brusquely massaging it. In one grasping paw like hand, he crushed the soft yielding tit flesh.
Terror shook her body. He tortured her with his grasping warm hand on her mound of tit until it was sore.
His eyes raked over her naked body, gawking at the soft triangle of hair between her thighs. He crushed her lithe frame into him with his next move, crunched down on her mouth, and plunged his tongue inside. Making sure she couldn't budge an inch, he rammed her against the drawers, pinning her back.
The heat of her body added to his thrills as his other hand swept over her naked frame. His stiff prick dug into her stomach.
She was trapped like an animal. She squirmed, caught between him and the drawers. His brutal hand was on her tit, his body grinding into hers. His mouth sickened her. She wrenched to get away, attempted to rip out of his brutal grasp.
Russ tucked a muscled leg between her thighs, breaking apart her clenched legs. His large powerful body dwarfed her as he pressed her back against the cabinets, groaning and kissing her. He broke apart from her, dipped his fingers into her damp cunt slit. Her pussy was moist.
"Yeah, babe, nice." He came down to her mouth again, hugging her tight, fingers inside her pussy, drilling.
His blunt fingers dug and ripped through the opening of her cunt, his mouth mashed onto her soft tender lips. He pounded fiercely and stopped. His fingers came out dripping with a buttery ooze.
"Whatta hot piece you are," Russ groaned. His head spun. The scent of her cunt flared his nostrils. She was sweet.
Tears streamed down her face. His hand was embedded in her tight moist cunt. He slammed into her again, harder this time. Again and again, he plunged his fingers through her pussy, trying to get her hotter. "Loosen up!" he demanded. "Relax, will ya!"
Tears clouded her vision. "Why are you doing this to me? You're hurting me. If you leave now I won't say anything. I promise."
Bent awkwardly against the kitchen cabinets, she had her hand tucked behind her. As he dug his fingers inside her pussy, she managed to hook her fingers under the drawer where she kept her utensils. She squirmed as she kissed him, opening the drawer.
Russ kissed her roughly, his fingers ravaging her pussy. Ripping through her violated body, he stood between her opened legs, bent her back against the counter, oblivious to what she was doing. He shoved his tongue into her gulping mouth and kept ramming his blunt fingers through her tight pussy, dredging for more buttery ooze.
Somewhere deep inside Marilyn, passion began to replace the pain. It happened slowly. Her pussy began to seep, but she ignored the feeling as Russ burrowed his fingers roughly through her cunt.
The drawer was open. She latched her fingers around a knife handle and forced herself to remain calm.
Russ was jabbing into her sore stinging pussy and was caught off guard when her hand came up brandishing a thick bladed kitchen knife. The shiny long blade missed his face by a whisker.
Russ jumped back. His hand, dripping with her pussy cream, touched the side of his face.
She hadn't caused any damage, but it was enough to infuse him with a furious rage.
Marilyn stood there shaking, threatening him with the knife. The passion she had felt whipping through her minutes ago was now returning. The memory of his fingers thrusting inside her pussy burned into her brain. In the back of her mind, she knew it had felt good.
Brazenly, she stood there, a raging inferno of hot passion and tortured fear.
"I mean it," Marilyn said, her rising voice cracking under the strain.
Pussy juice streamed down her thighs. Waving the knife, she leaned against the cabinets for support. The mixture of terror and lust weakened her.
"Get out! Get out now!"
"Hey, you were hot, baby! I know you want it! I saw you on the terrace playing with yourself. Lying there like that with no clothes on only invites trouble."
"What . . . d do you mean? You saw me? H . . . h . . . how?" Her mind was scrambling. Passion was returning. Cream began flooding her cunt.
"Yeah, I saw you. You're a sweet thing with your legs spread." He grinned menacingly, his eye trained on the knife and her shaking hand gripping it.
She started to lower the knife.
"With my binoculars, I saw you playing with your cunt. You're gorgeous when you're coming on your fingers. You're a hot bitch, aren't you?" Russ paused to give her the once over, then continued. "Nice ass, too, when it's bouncing. We can have a better time together, if you'd let me."
Marilyn's hand was now shaking uncontrollably. For an instant, she looked down at his groin and saw the bulge. God, he had a magnificent hard on. She gulped.
In the instant she looked away, Russ made his move. He grabbed her by the wrist, his lingers clenched tight, squeezing tighter and tighter.
Marilyn twisted. Her face was wrenched in pain, her wrist and hand turning white.
"Let go of the knife!" he bellowed angrily.
Marilyn lost her grip. The knife fell to the floor and the large muscular man swooped down after it. He came up grinning, the knife in his paw like grasp. "You see? This can be fun."
Marilyn stared in horror, the shiny blade in front of her face. The tables were turned. There was no way to get out of this.
The sight of Marilyn's gorgeous tits inflamed him. His eyes, black coals of lust, leered hungrily. "Shit, you're nice. I can still smell your cunt on my fingers. Sweet. Hot. How long has it been?" Russ paused, pushed her up against the kitchen drawers again, watching her squirm and enjoying the pained expression on her face. "How long, huh?"
"I . . . I . . . don't know what you mean?" she said in a voice thin as a thread.
"Don't play games with me. For someone who gets off like you did you gotta be horny. How long has it been since you had a fuck?"
Marilyn's cunt was twitching. She was raging hot, thinking of him watching her while she had gotten herself off on the outside terrace. She tried to conceal the lust that was soaring through her. "It's none of your business ..."
He crushed her up against the cabinets again, rammed his bulging hard on into her with a violent thrust of his hips.
Marilyn could feel his cock pressing through his pants as he grazed it across her stomach. His body was tight against her. He gave her no room to move. She couldn't squirm another inch.
His face was a hair's breadth from hers. His mouth stunk, reeked of tobacco. She hadn't smelled that in ages, not since Duane. The familiar scent of cigarettes made her horny. The feeling inside her intensified. Her cunt twitched. Cream oozed.
The look in his eye told her he wasn't about to let her go. She swallowed hard, thinking of a way out. "My husband will be back any minute."
"Don't bullshit me, bitch! I checked your records at the telephone company. It says you're a widow. Have been for a long time. Someone as good looking as you should have a fuck regularly. Any boyfriends, mmmm?"
She wanted to run. The dining room and the terrace doors loomed in front of her. Her escape. She could lock him out. A mad dash would get her away from him and the knife.
His next move obliterated her scheme. The knife was at her throat, and he was sneering maliciously. She looked up at his face. It was a sickening smirk of hunger and passion.
"You're gonna tell me, bitch! When was the last time you had a good fuck? Or this blade will slice right through your tender little skin."
Marilyn froze, her eyes wide. Terror paralyzed her. Sheer fright shook her.
He shrugged, seeing the expression on her face. "Okay. You don't have to tell me. As long as you suck my cock." He withdrew the knife from her throat, pushed her down to his crotch.
"Open my zipper, bitch!" He groaned, looked down at her on the floor. She was gorgeous enough to give him a painful ache in his balls.
Crouched down on her knees, she settled her eyes on the obscene bulge as she pulled the zipper down. His cock sprang out when she jerked his shorts down to his ankles. Her throat tightened. Her heart beat a mile a minute.
Russ rubbed his stiff prick in front of Marilyn's gawking face. His smile widened. He couldn't wait until her mouth was stuffed with the raging hard prick he was gripping.
Her face was inches away. Russ jabbed, dropping the knife to the counter top and clutching the back of her head.
"Suck, bitch! Suck it good!" He jabbed.
Marilyn sucked in her breath as his cock split her mouth open. She jerked her head away, but the paw like hands grabbed her by the hair.
"Suck it, bitch!"
Her mouth opened wide as his cock, bulky and fat, stuffed her mouth. Spit dribbled down her chin. Her lips were at his balls. His throbbing prick was stuck in her throat.
Sweat beaded on Russ's forehead. Her mouth was a sucking furnace of heat. She was a natural. "Jesus, you're good! Keep suckin'! Keep suckin'! Don't stop! Jesussss!"
Lust surged through his veins. He moved his cock easily down her throat. Her eyes widened. His cock was too big for her.
She sucked on as much of his stiff cock shaft as she could until the head of his cock was pushing its way down her gullet. He nudged it farther and farther until she was gagging.
Choking, she couldn't breathe. Her nose flared as she tried to get enough air. She bludgeoned his groin with her fists. His cock lodged in her throat, her face turned beet red. Needing oxygen, she began beating on his hairy body. No matter how much she fought, he refused to withdraw his cock from the gripping tight depths of her throat.
Seconds later, Marilyn was finally able to lurch her head away. She gasped, sputtered on her own saliva.
Russ laughed. "What's the matter? Can't take it?"
She was gasping for the air that he had denied her for so long. Still coughing, still choking, she gulped up the oxygen she needed. It was scary, his complete control over her.
Russ slipped his cock back in her mouth. She felt the cock head digging slowly toward her throat. She sucked on it, gurgling, watching his hairy groin ease forward toward her crimson face.
"That's it! Keep suckin', bitch! Keep suckin'!"
Marilyn felt herself growing hotter. Her face was flushed. Her eyes mirrored her passion as his cock speared her throat.
Eagerly and wantonly, she swallowed the bulk of his cock. She could feel it throb in her tight gullet. She gulped on its size, reveling in the pulsing hardness.
She took the last few inches, her drooling lips at his hairy groin. Her mouth slid up and down the hulking length until his cock was shiny wet with her saliva. The thin layer of spit greased his cock shaft as her lips glided effortlessly down to his balls. She stopped. The hair of his groin tickled her nose.
The bulbous cock head pulsed in the depths of her gullet. Her throat muscles tugged on it. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. She could feel the blood surging through his prick.
She brought her lips back to the ridge of his cock head and slithered her tongue around the knob, her fingertips smoothing a path down his blood engorged cock shaft. Her mouth followed the path of her fingers, swallowing the crooked lines of his veins.
Wheezing air through her nose, she labored on his stiff prick. Her soft lips glided wetly, her tongue whipping along the thick underside. She dragged her teeth along the tough skin and felt his cock bulging in her mouth.
Tight clenching fingers wrapped around his spit drenched prick. Slow rhythmic pulls. She stopped, slithered her mouth off his prick to gasp for air.
Her gliding fingers soothed his aching cock. Spume dribbled from his cock head. She looked down into his piss slit and her flashing tongue snatched up the seeping jizz.
"Mmram, tastes pretty good," she mewled devilishly.
"Jesus, don't stop! Don't stop!" he rasped fiercely. His jizz churned in his balls. His patience was gone.
He looked down at her on the floor. Her lips were gliding over his slick cock shaft, her tongue slithering over the bulky width. Her lips, soft and tender, caressed his cock with a silky touch.
Then in a surprising move, she swathed his bloated cock head with her tongue, spreading the warm saliva around the knob and underneath the ridge, down the length of his cock shaft.
He grabbed a fistful of her auburn hair and shoved her mouth on his bloated cock. The slow drawling pace had ended. His hips began to lunge.
With a searing thrust, he whipped past the soft clinging lips of Marilyn's mouth into the back of her gullet. His groin smacked into her face.
Ferociously, he rammed her mouth with piercing stabs. He heaved forward, his cock head lunging headlong down her throat, digging into her throat muscles. Russ's breath came out in a hiss as his hips pounded automatically. With breath taking speed, his aching hard on was sliding down her throat, at the brink of exploding.
Blood surged through the veins at his temples. He sucked in his breath. Each pounding thrust into her throat was followed by a husky grunt. He could feel her warm saliva coating his cock shaft, and he placed his hand on the top of her head, urging her to suck harder.
Marilyn sucked, his throbbing prick piercing her throat. She tensed as he picked up the speed. At a blinding pace and with demonic thrusts, he battered her mouth. At this rate, he had to come. It made her cunt ache.
Under the heated impact of her sucking, Russ began to stagger. He let out a growl, his hips lurching, stabbing his cock past her throat muscles and into the clutching depths of her gullet. She was tight, gripping tight. He had to come! The jism was surging in his balls.
Sucking and slurping deliriously, she showed him her talent. Gulping swoops of her mouth sucked him with a vengeance. She devoured his rigid cock shaft with laborious strokes of her mouth.
Gulps and swipes of her lips and tongue worked overtime, urging him to come. She could hear Russ's ragged breath, and it thrilled her. His cock, hard as stone, spurred her on. Another quick swoop of her mouth was the final straw. He was coming!
His churning balls ruptured. A heavy load of cum spilled out of his prick head. He let out a strangled groan, her sucking reaching down to his balls. "Jesussss! Don't stop!" Marilyn dragged out his cum with her violent sucking. Great gulps of her mouth kept urging him to cream her throat. She swallowed as the cum gushed out of his piss slit. Her sucking grew more intense as his cum drenched her throat.
Marilyn drank it all. A strong spurt of spume hit the back of her throat and careened down her gullet.
She clawed his back and sucked and drank. Her red nails grappled with his lunging ass. As he plunged his prick as far as he could down her throat, she squeezed him in a tight embrace. Her sucking increased in strength. The power of her mouth doubled.
"Jesus! Don't stop!" he muttered in a blaze of passion. Her nails were clawing his ass. Violently, he jabbed her tight throat. Her sucking was relentless. He couldn't stop spewing in her mouth.
Punching stabs of his cock heaved at the back of her throat, knocking his balls into her chin. She took his barrage of thrusts, her soft resilient body absorbing them.
She gurgled, drinking the slippery globs. His jism tasted good. It smoothly slid down her throat to her stomach, and she swallowed more of the streaming wads as they flowed out of his prick, his load growing stronger.
He shoved past her mouth into her throat. A full force of jism spurted out of his prick in a pulsing gush. The spume splashed against Marilyn's grasping throat and the force trembled her body.
The globs of jizz spilled out the tip of his prick as Marilyn sucked. Her eyes went wide with passion. Her eyelids fluttered. His cock piercing her throat left a never ending stream for her to swallow.
As she drank, the room seemed to vibrate. She felt the full brunt of his load bursting through his prick. No matter how much she swallowed, more jism always came gushing. She swallowed the never ending hot load as it burned its way down her gullet, clogging her throat.
He lurched forward, his cock unloading the jism at the back of her palate. Then the chunks of jism began to lessen. His cock was draining slowly, down to a pulsing trickle. Still, he lurched forward, jabbing, fiercely humping.
Deliriously, she drank at the fountain of foamy spume, feeling the stream begin to ebb. Strong spurts of his jism coated her gullet. She swallowed what she could, the rest bubbling out of her mouth. She heard him huffing. His cock spouted again. She quickly gobbled it up.
As the last of his jism leaked out of him, she drank the last few drops with urgency. She slurped her tongue around the bloated cock knob. The tip of her tongue flicked carefully around the piss slit, swiping up the last remaining pearl drops of cum. He was done.
CHAPTER THREE
It was a dark moist night. When Marilyn parked her car and entered the spa, she knew Lindy hadn't shown up for the aerobics class. She was with the Reverend Thomas. Probably fucking him right now. She'd have to tease Lindy during their evening jog tomorrow night.
Marilyn entered the exercise room. They had already started. She was late. Cynthia, the instructor, was calling out the moves. The music and bodies bounced in unison.
Some singles. Mostly married women. Marilyn began bouncing and jumping to the music of what was left of the twenty minute workout.
Minutes later, the exercise room was clogged with sweat, groans and moans from the chronic complainers. They filtered out through the doors to the showers.
She adjusted her headband and reset the record. She needed the extra few minutes. A strange feeling prickled through her when she noticed a man watching her on the other side of the closed door. She kept turning her head and seeing him looking directly at her. It was a strain to move to the music with him staring. She decided to ignore him and finish the workout.
When the record ended, so did Marilyn. She fell to the padded floor in a sweaty heap and panted. After a good workout, she always felt terrific.
She got to her feet and strode into the dressing room to find the last of the girls leaving. One of the girls in a crowd of three turned to Marilyn.
"Hey, Marilyn, want us to wait for you? We're going to the coffee shop."
"Thanks anyway, but I'm going to enjoy my shower tonight. Maybe next time, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, and Lindy too. See you next week. Say hello to Lindy for us." The three girls left.
Plopping down on a bench, she listened to the sounds of the giggling, gossiping girls trailing down the hall.
She let the sweat of her forehead dribble onto her headband and straddled the bench. She heaved with a sigh, spreading her legs and looking down at her crotch. She knew she was juicy. Exercise always did that to her. It made her horny.
She flipped off her sneakers and yanked on the pink leg warmers, waiting until she caught her breath to undress for her shower. Then, slowly relaxing, she lay down on the bench, spread her legs and looked up at the ceiling.
The narrow wooden bench supported her weight and she let her muscles go, growing hotter and hotter, thinking about when she had climaxed on the terrace. Her climax had been so strong, had been so intense.
A hand slithered to the mound of cunt hair and she slid the leotard aside, baring her moist cunt to the steamy air around her. She was sweating. Here, the danger of being seen was that much more thrilling.
Fingers slowly began playing at her moist pussy, spreading the sweat and oozing cream around. Her fingertips slithered around the puffy folds, her pussy growing wetter and wetter.
Her hand dug into her heaving body. Passion swept through her long lush limbs. She was hot as hell.
She opened her legs wider, her fingers going inside the wet hole of her cunt. The strands of reddish brown cunt hair were shiny with droplets of juice as her fingers smoothed around the inside folds of her cunt. She was oozing hot and seeping wet.
Her eyes darted away from the ceiling for an instant to look around. She thought she had heard a noise. She quickly dismissed it, too hot to think about anything but the lust surging through her body. Opening her legs wider, she dug her fingers farther inside her cunt. She was dripping wet, steamy inside. Orgasms began pulsing through her cunt as her wet slick fingers whipped over her bloated clit. A strange thought tickled her brain. She thought of the man who was spying on her during aerobics class. She imagined what his cock would look like. It made her horny, raging hot.
Her flawless perfect body moved slowly up and down on the bench, her glistening wet fingers digging through her gripping cunt muscles.
Passion soared. She was hot inside, oozing with sticky cream. An image of the spying man loomed in front of her, imagining the size of his hard on.
A bolt of pleasure seared through her hot flesh. God, she wished she could take off her leotard. To climax naked would be something she had never done before in a public place where someone could walk in on her. With the danger of being caught, she climaxed in a torrent of lustful sensations.
With her cunt bared, she swirled her fingers around the outside of her wet cunt, spreading the seeping juice around. She dug her fingers inside again. When her fingers curled into the narrow depths of her pussy, passion soared higher. She imagined the man's cock replacing her fingers and drilling into her sudsy pussy. It burned her flesh to think of the man who had been watching her exercise. Visualizing his hard on ate away at her lust sopped brain.
Orgasms ran rampant through her inflamed body, fingers drilling through her sudsy froth, her mind conjuring up images of the man jabbing his cock into her cunt. More bolts of pleasure seared her flesh.
Three fingers banged into her pussy and were drenched with juice. Her body was unstable, volatile, ready to burst with another explosive charge of electric orgasms.
Her pussy seeped with the juice of her climax, fingers snug tight in her cunt hole, then she stopped jabbing. She breathed deep and sighed, letting the passion whip through her cunt and spread to every part of her body, her fingers furrowed deep in her pussy.
She sighed to herself. She was alone. She could hear the sound of her cunt squishing. Cream was bubbling out of her cunt. Her climax was settling down. Orgasms slowed, their whipping pace lessening.
Reality took her by surprise. She stirred in a passionate hazy state, realizing she had better hurry up and shower before they closed the spa.
She sat up, folding the crotch of her leotard back in place, feeling better than ever.
Stretching to peel off her pink leg warmers, she turned her head, her eyes settling on the man who had been watching her during aerobics class. He seemed to appear from out of nowhere.
Marilyn jumped. "What are you doing here? This is the women's dressing room! Where did you come from?"
"I've been watching you," he said, eyeing her in the red leotard. It was low cut. Her large tits were bulging out of the stretch material.
"Get out!" Marilyn eyed him. He was built like a wrestler. "Get out of here! There's the exit."
"I saw you coming just now. How was it?" he asked, rubbing the bulge that was cramming his shorts as he walked toward her.
Her eyes fell on his hand gripping his cock. Paralyzed, she watched him squeeze it. Lust shot through her body again.
"You were watching?" she asked, her voice shaking and her body trembling.
His smile widened. "Yeah ... I watched you. Your cunt's nice and wet, isn't it?"
Marilyn's stomach flipped. Her pulse quickened.
"I noticed you had stayed later than the others, so I snuck in here to see you shower. I've had my eye on you for a long time and you knew it." He watched her breathe, watched how her large bulging tits heaved. He craved to see her naked, especially her billowing tits.
"Get out! Get out now!" Marilyn's voice was quaking with lust.
He took a step toward her. "You've been a widow for a long time, haven't you?" He took another step toward her, still massaging his aching hard on.
Marilyn was speechless. She was growing hotter and hotter the closer he came.
"And widows are horny bitches. Especially someone as good looking as you."
"You're crazy! Get out of here!" Marilyn saw the bulge while he stroked the length. It was a magnificent hard on! Her throat tightened.
"Was it nice when you came?" he asked. "You sure looked great. You must be a horny bitch to come right here where someone could see you."
Passion sizzled through her until he came after her. Instinct made her run. She bolted for the exit. Her hand scurried for the door handle.
His hand was on her shoulder and the force of his pulling thrust whirled her around. She was stunned, staring directly into his face.
Arms full of bulky muscle went around her. His mouth locked on hers, her eyes wide.
The mixture of lust surging through her and his strength overpowered her. Vigorously, she tried pushing him away while his lips were plastered to hers.
He came up from her mouth, his eyes leering into her face.
"You look dynamite in this leotard." He stared at her figure lush, long and sensuous. "Real dynamite. I wonder how you'd look without it?"
Marilyn bolted again, this time scurrying around the tall lockers, trying to get away. When she turned her head, he was right behind her. She screamed.
The man built like a wrestler grabbed her leotard. She screamed again.
The husky man growled, his fingers latching onto the material. Marilyn heard the tearing sound, then she looked down at herself. She was naked, except for panties and bra.
In his powerful grasp, the flimsy material had torn easily. He dropped the ripped leotard to the floor and grabbed for her bra. He latched onto the straps, yanking her back to him. One of the straps broke, then the next. The bra was off. He went for the panties, his grabbing fingers latching onto the flimsy silk as he held Marilyn around the waist.
Marilyn's arms flailed as he clutched her tight. An arm of solid muscle wrapped around her waist, keeping her pinned against him. She murmured cries of helplessness as the panties were ripped from her wriggling ass.
His nostrils flared, picking up the sweat of her body and liking it. "By the way, I'm Dave.
It's Marilyn, isn't it? I think you were on your way to the showers, weren't you, Marilyn. I'll help you over there."
His bulky body picked her up as if she were weightless. His muscles bulged with strength from the years of steady weightlifting.
Marilyn was twisting and turning as he dropped her in the shower stall as if she were a paper doll.
"Let go of me, you animal!" She began to fight him. Pounding fists rained on his bulky shoulders. Sharp nails dug into his muscles.
She didn't see Dave turning on the shower. Without warning, the water sprayed her naked body. Her breath quickened. She turned and twisted, her face and hair drenched. The water made her skin glisten.
Dave gawked. His eyes were blazing with the lust that ran through him. The naked Marilyn was gorgeous. Her sensuous body was a sleek long sensuous curve.
He eyed her tits, large and luscious, as he peeled off his clothes. He went into the shower with her and began pawing her body. She was slippery wet.
His mind and body exploded in sexual ecstasy as he rubbed his naked body against hers, snaked his tongue into her mouth. The feel of her slippery body knotted his groin, his rigid hard on tucked between their bodies.
Her tongue slid around the width of his. Marilyn kissed him back.
"I knew you wanted me," he said. "I know what you horny bitches like."
He slurped on her mouth, grabbed her tits. His mind whirled. She was luscious. After weeks of wanting her, he finally had her. He slopped the inside of her mouth with his tongue, pressing her tits against him.
"I know you want to be fucked," he said, coming up from her mouth.
Marilyn's eyes were open and glazed. Lust burned through her body, desire sweeping through her limbs. He was stoking the fire in her blood.
His hands were clutching her tits. His hard cock was digging into her stomach. His hands going between her thighs, his fingers drifting up and down and then going into her cunt slit.
His hands on her fleshy tits began pawing. She wriggled in bliss, letting the water and the man's hands caress her.
Dave watched her contorting frame while he burned with the passion that consumed him.
"You want my cock, don't you," he said, looking into her face, his eyes glaring his passionate rage. He leered at her wet glimmering body and shut off the water. "I think you'd like to be pissed on."
Something sparkled in her passion glazed stare. The muscles of her cunt tensed.
"Grab my cock!"
Absorbed in her own private world of passion, she reached out and clutched his cock. He was rigid, like blazing hot steel.
Her hand wrapped around his cock, fingers winding around the bulky width and squeezed. She lavished her attention on the stiff muscle, fingers lingering over the silky wet skin. Fingertips danced on the hard muscle. He was going to piss on her naked body!
She began to pull with soft jerks and squeezes. Her heart leaped, her hand wound tightly around the bulky cock, pulling and yanking on the long cock shaft, feeling and grasping.
The thought of pissing on her consumed his passion dulled brain. It ignited the fuse that started his stream to gush.
His piss exploded out of his prick. The pulsing squirts struck her glimmering wet legs and glanced off her pussy hair. With her hands still gripping his cock, he aimed for her cunt, his piss bubbling out in a steady stream of hot liquid.
"Spread your legs," he said gruffly.
Marilyn stepped one leg to the side, letting his pouring stream soak the hair of her cunt. A tremor ran through her, and she drew in her breath sharply when his aim rose higher, splashing her tits.
"Drown me! Drown me in your piss!"
Marilyn felt as if she were melting under his spray. Her soft hushed moans blended with the trickling sound of spattering piss. Her legs weakened, her knees buckling. She let go of his cock and slithered to the tiled floor, sprawling herself out for his exquisite spray. Delight and excitement glittered in her eyes.
"Spray me! Spray me! Drown me!"
The warm liquid streamed out in a thin yellow band. He braced himself with a firm stance and looked down at Marilyn, his hand around his cock aiming for her cunt as she spread her legs. His body was alive with an insane rage, his continuous stream jetting out from his piss slit in a bending arc, drenching the hair of her cunt.
His stream leaped forward, striking her moist pussy, creamy and wet with a sticky ooze. His piss poured out in a thin arc as his steady aim swept the liquid up and down her body.
"Make me swim in your piss." Marilyn flushed. She was sailing in passion. She wriggled on the floor. Her tits bobbed with agitation. The resilient plumpy flesh swayed in opposition to her restless body. Her hips rocked. The stream going slowly over her body, piss drenching every part of her flesh legs, pussy, tits.
Like water spurting from a faucet, he leveled his aim. His stream of piss narrowed. A corner of his mouth curled up. He steadied his arm, aiming for her cunt.
Her legs were drawn up. Her fingers at her cunt slit, she opened the puffy folds. She was slippery with cream. She passed her tongue over her lips, feeling the warm liquid splattering the insides of her gooey pussy. Her fingers spread open the pink puffy pussy folds. As the streaming arc of piss settled on her cunt, she could feel it striking her clit bloated, red, filled with blood. She passed a finger over the extended clit, spreading the piss around.
She grew hotter, throwing her legs wide open. Her mountains of tits shook with the vigorous thrusts of her hips. Blinding lust drove her body up and down, her fingers on her pussy, swirling the piss around. An electric current of passion sizzled through her.
With her fingers still holding her cunt open, his piss bubbled out in a sweeping pulse, coming in contact with her clit, hitting the erect knob. A swiping touch of her fingers merged the sticky coating of pussy juice with his hot pouring liquid. Another flashing touch of her fingers, gentle but overpowering, had her at the peak, groping and clutching with ecstasy. Faint trickling sounds of his steady arc beat against her clit. She was coming!
Stiff necked and on her back, legs drawn up, her muscle sore body climaxed. His piss bubbled out in a steady arc over her hand as her fingers smoothed the hot liquid over her gooey cunt lips.
Her entire body was wet with his piss as he moved his aim up. She wriggled, keeping her fingers slashing across her clit. Orgams kept coming.
He branded her soft belly with the heat of his spray as he aimed upward. He thought he was dreaming, pointing his aim at her craning neck while she writhed in the heat of her climax. His bubbling outpour dwelled on her face, trying to hit her open panting mouth.
Her fingers slashed over her cunt. "Keep pissing on me! Keep pissing on me!"
An electrical charge of orgasms sizzled through her. She jerked on the floor, her tits jiggling with a bounce. Cream oozed in gushing spurts out of her pussy. As she climaxed, her body was jerky and uncontrolled, her fingers clutching her cunt.
She came in a whirling rage, fingers stretching over her clit. Her tits billowed in passion, fingernails scratching over the exploding clit knob.
Explosions of his hot fiery stream bubbled out of his prick and struck her face. Grunting and breathless, she climaxed.
His spray centered on her mouth. The stream floated out of his piss slit. She was crazy hot, his piss going point blank into her mouth.
His piss bolted from his prick head in a continuous outpour. He sprayed her with feverish intensity, watching her come on her own fingers, drenched in his piss.
Wrenching spasms engulfed her. She thrust her hips toward the ceiling, fingers drifting up and over the erect lump of her clit. She was a blazing furnace of heat.
She swallowed the piss that sprayed her mouth. Sputtering, she crammed her fingers into her cunt, creaming like never before.
Her hips pivoted upward. Fingers, shiny with pussy juice, dug inside. She drank the pouring stream as it entered her mouth and slid down her throat. Her body exploded as she drank.
She sputtered on the hot liquid. The pulsing stream gurgled in her throat on the way down to her stomach. She drank the liquid in one long continuous swallow.
Pussy cream dripped from her cunt, fingers scrunched inside. She climaxed in a continuous flurry, her burning mouth gurgling on the streaming piss.
Open mouthed and coming, she began to choke on his piss stream, too much for her to swallow. The overflow filled her throat and she let the rest pour out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin.
The next rush of spray caught in her throat, and she gagged. The liquid gushed out, and she gasped for air. Sputtering noisily, her body surging with orgasm, she let the arc of spraying piss enter her mouth and clog her throat.
She drank at the faucet of bubbly hot liquid. As she climaxed, her fingers slithered over her exploding clit. Cream overflowed her pussy walls.
He could see the passion whipping through her wrenching body. He kept aiming at her sputtering mouth, watching the spray dance around the edges. His gaze darted to her cunt lips, wet and slippery as her fingers swam in a pool of cunt cream. His mind was racing ahead. He couldn't wait to fuck her juicy pussy.
His passion glazed eyes absorbed the sight.
Her dripping wet cunt oozed as she writhed in the pangs of orgasm. His stream of piss ceased.
Marilyn quaked under the impact of her climax. Her pussy was hot and sticky. In a heated daze, she swirled her fingers over her clit, drifting down from the breathless heights of bliss. Diminishing explosions followed.
A coating of piss glinted on her skin as she lay basking in the aftermath of her orgasm. She slashed her fingers over her raw clit several times. Weaker orgasms followed, slowly seeping through her.
He watched her gooey cunt lips ooze with a creamy froth and her fingers swishing across her bloated clit. He was rock hard and his hard on pulsed to have her.
CHAPTER FOUR
He fell on top of her. Her naked body was glistening with the sweat of her climax. He thrust his cock in her.
In one swift move, he was sliding his cock into her cunt, pumping. A spastic rhythm began to jerk his body.
He dragged the head of his cock through her grasping pussy and fucked her at a hectic pace. Every bulky inch of his cock was digging inside her sticky pussy, jamming tight in her cunt hole.
"You like this?" he rasped.
"Yeah." Marilyn drove up with her hips.
"I knew you were a horny bitch. You look like one. Fuck it, you greedy bitch!" He drilled deep and sank his cock to the hilt, plunging through the cream that clogged her pussy. She was gooey wet inside.
"Oh, God, get me off!" Her cunt glistened with her creamy pussy juice.
He thrust his prick inside her with a force that pounded her to the floor. He lunged down, his cock plunging. His eyes were blurred with the lust that raged through him. He came down hard, his cock fucking in and out of her cunt hole.
She quaked under the impact. His muscled body lowered down to hers with a banging thud. His cock squished inside her pussy, stiffening and lunging to the bottom.
"You like it?" he asked, leaning forward for more speed.
"Yes," she murmured. His pounding cock shook her. Her hips were jerky, spastic.
Marilyn was breathless as he paused in midstride. He hoisted himself to his knees and pumped with exertion. With a thrust, his body thumped, his solid lump of cock meat punched into her pussy.
"Does it feel good?" he growled, burrowing his cock deep and keeping her legs apart. His eyes veered to her lurching hips. He was on the brink of exploding.
His body thrust forward. His thick beefy cock was bloated with a load of jism. Recklessly, he impaled her with his prick. He speared deep and hard. With his neck cords tightening, he strained, mashing his hot burning body up against her naked body.
"Shit," he groaned, and sank his cock to the bottom of her cunt, stabbing her wet pussy at a ferocious pace. He was in the scalding hot wet cunt depths, his solid cock a hard slab of meat, jabbing and hurting.
He crammed her pussy with every bulging inch of his prick, using fast paced lunges, hacking away at her soft mushy pussy. Above her, his body heaved, his jism surging to the surface.
He quickly exploded, his cock shaft stiffening and spitting jism. Swollen with a heavy load of spume, he thrust deep, sliding his prick in her gripping tight cunt muscles and his hurting cock slipped inside the foamy depths.
"Shit!" He pounded his cock through her puffy wet cunt, her own sticky cream dribbling out of her cunt lips. The warm spray of his jism saturated her pussy.
Orgasms gripped her, and her body twisted, jerking wildly. Her eyes scanned his face, and she could see the sudden freeze in his grimace.
"Shit!" Dave bellowed out a groan, his jism dripping out of his prick.
Her voice was cracked with strangling moans drifting out of her tight throat. She looked pained. She could hardly move, her cunt pressed up against his slamming groin. His prick dove into her pussy, his hot body up against hers as sweat covered her skin.
"Shit, yeah! This feels good!" His legs strained to keep him in position, his body knocking into her slender hips. He was going wild on her, groaning feverishly, rocking forward with fierce stabs.
She could see and feel his swaying body above her, watching his sweaty muscular chest, feeling his squirting prick, hot and hard, splitting into the depths of her horny cunt.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Her mind whirled. His prick lurched into her drenched pussy, ripping into the depths of her body. Her hot sighs drifted from her lips, her body lunging up to meet his hard cock. She was coming in an inner dreamy world.
She was moaning in his ear, and his lunges increased. She was exploding on each plunging thrust.
She spread her legs apart and up, looking at his shoulders while he flooded her. His prick slammed hard into her warm pussy, making her eyes flutter. His groin banged into her with his sharp stabs.
"Shit, you feel good," he moaned. The spraying end of his cock plunged into the damp depths of her cunt, banging into the flaring hot muscles tugging at his swollen prick, urging his spearing tip to let go another load.
He drilled her to the hilt, shoving past her dripping cunt folds, going into the gooey cunt depths. Her innocent eyes opened and went wide. His prick head jammed her as his body stretched out tight, his chunks of raw jism spurting.
She jerked frantically beneath him. When he jabbed inside, he filled her completely. Jism bubbled and her sticky cunt cream made her pussy a pool of juice. Her pussy was overflowing with his fuck cream. Her clinging wet cunt lips were greasy wet.
She gasped, his cock thrustig to the hilt. Her slender body arched. She was in a daze. She felt him skewer the spongy meat of her cunt, the tip of his prick jabbing.
"I want to feel your prick squirting! Squirt me!
Squirt me again!" she groaned, her body rocking up and down.
She watched him climax in her, felt him flood her cunt with his steamy elixir. His face was wrenched in passion. His movements were wild, ferocious.
"Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!" She felt her orgasms speed their way through her body. She wanted more deep plunges, craved more of his hungry thrusts.
Her words seared through his brain to enrage him. He suddenly thrust forward. His taut body, a solid mass of muscle, stiffly fucked her at a quick hungry pace, unloading all his jism.
His foamy spume was dwindling. His pace slowed. Though his plunges were fewer, they still retained their power. He hammered her with slow measured plunges while Marilyn was still moaning deliriously, her cunt bubbling out with a sticky cunt sauce.
He punched his cock into her, hurling his cock head through her buttery cream while orgasms seized her trembling body. He rammed every long inch of his cock shaft and watched her moan and writhe in bliss.
Hammering the depths of her cunt while her hips swerved to meet his plunges and drilling through the gooey warmth of her pussy, he fucked her at a breath taking pace, cramming his cock deep, embedding it in her cum stuffed pussy until the tip of his cock spit out the final lumps of jizz. They lay in a sweaty heap on the shower floor.
Dave got to his feet. "Let's pretend this didn't happen."
Marilyn nodded in agreement.
"Maybe I'll see you around?" He turned with a smile and left.
Passion gone, Marilyn drenched herself in a nice cool shower, reliving the wonderful experience.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was a cool night. Marilyn was raring to tackle the usual nightly run With Lindy.
She slipped into her new jogging outfit she had bought the other day. Pink and gray stripes cut diagonally across her tits as she stared into the mirror, wishing her tits weren't so big.
It wasn't that her tits were too large; her tits were just the right size for her, but jogging forced her to wear a bra. She'd prefer to go natural, like Lindy.
When Marilyn answered the upstairs phone, she had just pulled on the pink and gray jogging shorts.
"Don't tell me," Marilyn said to Lindy over the phone, "you're not jogging with me again tonight. The Reverend's there."
"How'd you guess? You can manage without me one more night, I'm sure."
"You also missed aerobics class Monday night," Marilyn scolded mildly. "And now I have to jog alone. Again!"
Impatiently, she looked in the mirror, checking herself for the hundredth time. The phone tucked between her shoulder and ear, she swiveled on her toes, checking and rechecking, front and back.
"You know how I hate to jog alone," Marilyn said. She looked at the clock. Almost nine. "I got to go. It's late. And it's dark out. You know there are weirdos out there in the park at this hour."
"Hey, quit that!" Lindy said to the Reverend who was pinching her ass. "I'm trying to talk to Marilyn."
Marilyn heard laughter on the other end of the line. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. I got to get out there before it gets any later."
Lindy giggled. "Okay, I'll see you at next week's aerobics class."
Marilyn hung up, anxious to get out into the crisp night and jog her brains out.
Marilyn decided to walk the few blocks to the park. It would warm her up for a hearty jog. She crossed the street when she heard a honking horn. Abruptly, she turned toward the sound, then quickened her pace toward the park.
She crossed the next street and noticed the same car again, a dark blue sedan. It seemed to be following her. She glanced at it. Two men inside the car were waving, trying to get her attention. She pretended she didn't see them and swiftly disappeared onto the jogging trail.
The jogging trail was lined with tall green leafy trees and wound around an expansive park replete with wooden benches, flower gardens and fountains. Midway through the well kept park, at her usual relaxed jogging pace, the dark blue sedan came into view, turning the corner.
Marilyn noticed the car. Her heart leaped when she saw the two grinning men hooting at her. Damn, she wished she hadn't worn such a skimpy outfit. Probably weirdos! She cursed Lindy under her breath for making her jog alone.
She caught sight of the weirdos again. They had parked the car and were walking across the grass. Her eyes darted. Her heart fluttered. Nah, it was too much of a coincidence. They couldn't be after her.
The two tall and strongly built men stopped to watch Marilyn jog by them. One of them waved and smiled. "Hey, good lookin', what're you doing out here so late at night?"
Marilyn gulped, jogging past, ignoring their smart remark. Again, she cursed Lindy and swore that she'd never come out here at this hour again. She kept her eyes straight ahead, not daring to look behind her. They might still be there. She figured, if she ignored them, they'd go away.
On the next turn, Marilyn saw them. This time, she slowed, thinking of something insulting to say to make them leave her alone.
As she neared, the sight of their tall husky frames made her breathless. Her cunt twinged. They were both leering at her.
"Don't you guys have anything better to do?" she said sarcastically, jogging past them for the second time.
"Probably a frigid bitch anyway," one of them snorted, loud enough for Marilyn to hear.
Marilyn kept jogging, kept her eyes straight ahead. On her next circle around the park, she panted to a stop, walking to catch her breath. The two men were gone. She sighed with relief, plopped down on a grassy knoll nearby a tree.
She looked around the park. She was in a secluded section hidden by trees and tall bushes. She lay down, sighing, enjoying the night air and watching the stars in the sky.
The two men appeared from around the hedges and planted their feet behind Marilyn.
Marilyn jumped, still seated on the grass, turned around and saw them peering down at her.
Marilyn glanced around. The park seemed deserted. She started to get up.
"Where're you going in such a hurry?"
"I haven't finished jogging yet," she said in a snide tone.
"I can think of something better for you to do," the taller one said with a sneer.
"I'd rather jog!" she snapped, getting the man's drift.
Her heart started to race. They were blocking her way to the jogging path.
Luke, the tall one, grabbed her wrist. She yanked it away. "You mind leaving me alone?"
"She don't look like she wants to be left alone, does she?" Luke snarled. "Dressed in that. Real sexy."
"Yeah . . . real nice," the other one said.
They crowded her, and she stepped back. "If you don't leave me alone, I'll scream."
They chuckled. "Scream all you want. There's no one around but us."
With the jogging path blocked, she retreated into the woods. They let her run for a few yards before taking up the chase.
Scurrying to get away, she stumbled and fell. Breathing hard, she pushed herself to her feet and glanced back before taking off again. They were coming after her.
Heart pounding, she started to run. Fear and excitement swept through her.
"Go that way and cut her off," Luke said to his friend when he took up the chase.
The other one took off through the woods.
Panting and gasping, she saw Luke's grinning face in front of her a few yards away.
She turned her head, saw the other man coming up fast behind her. There was nowhere to run. She was cornered.
They closed in on her slowly now.
"Have you had enough jogging?" Luke laughed.
"I think she has," his friend answered. They boxed her in. "Do you think anyone will see us back here, Luke?"
Luke, tall and husky, groaned, his eyes on Marilyn. "Nah, if she screams, no one will hear or care."
"Oh my God!" Marilyn gasped.
Luke was down on the ground on top of her in a flashing instant.
"You gonna give us both a kiss?" Luke grunted, grabbing her by the shoulders. His friend got down on the other side of Marilyn.
Sandwiched between them, Marilyn began squirming. Luke's hands were clamped to her shoulders. He rammed his mouth on hers. His tongue probed, snaked around hers. His hands kept her pinned against him.
Their mouths locked. Tongues entangled. Saliva mingled. Marilyn felt his lips pressing urgently.
She was forced to roll to her side. Luke was sucking on her tongue, his fingers digging into her shoulders, keeping her against him. He thrust his hard on into her flat soft stomach.
Alan was behind her, his hands roaming over her squirming ass. He began tugging off her shorts, savoring the feel of her tender body wriggling and tossing about on the ground. His fingers latched into the elastic band around her waist and yanked. The shorts came down along with her panties while she twisted frantically.
Marilyn tried to yank herself from Luke's tight grasp on her shoulders. She rocked back and forth an inch or two., only to be thrust up against Luke's pressing body.
Luke's hands began roaming. His thick fingers gripped her tits through her sweatshirt. His mouth ground into hers, his tongue practically down her throat, his hand sneaking under the back of her top, unsnapping her bra. He pushed the bra and shirt up over the soft abundant flesh of her tits.
With her shorts and panties down to her knees and her tits exposed, Marilyn was reeling under the barrage of lustful sensations. Both men's hands were scouring her naked tits and ass, one from behind, the other from the front. Luke's mouth was still locked on her lips, his tongue digging.
He broke the kiss then flipped off her top and bra while Alan behind her ripped off her shorts and panties. She lay naked between the two.
Luke grabbed her tits, his hands full of the soft pliant tit meat. He stared at the mountains of tit flesh, eyeing the surrounding pink flesh of her nipples. Her tits were gorgeous, like the rest of her. He grabbed them, squeezed the pulpy meat. They felt warm in his grasp, soft and tender.
Overheated and dazed, she let Luke squeeze his fingers into the mounds of her tits. The bulky flesh bulged out of his grasp, her nipples burning into the palms of his hands. She liked the feel of his hands on her, and she threw back her head and moaned.
She banged her ass back into Alan, feeling his grasping fingers digging into each ass cheek. She could feel Alan's hard on through his pants, brushing against the crack of her ass. In the next instant, she heard his zipper open. She gasped. The tough cock shaft was mashed into her ass crack, and she writhed expectantly against Alan's heavy frame.
Marilyn melted into him when Luke tugged on her bulky tits, pulling her forward so his friend could tuck his solid hard on between her ass cheeks. She was panting wildly. Alan was pressing his naked prick into the open crack of her ass, his hands spreading her ass cheeks apart.
"What's your name, sweet thing?" Luke asked, his hands still clamped on her fleshy tits.
"Mmmm . . . Marilyn," she replied, jerking on Alan's digging prick head.
She was jolted forward. Alan's prick head had found the opened ring of her ass. It split into the wrinkled opening, the head of his prick tucked into the pinkish tan hole.
Alan's prick head was bloated and heavy with a load of jizz. He dipped into Marilyn's asshole where it was dry and warm. He knew she would be moist soon when he'd spill his load into her. Still, he kept digging. . Alan's hands found the back of her cunt, his fingers playing around the curly reddish brown hair. She was dripping wet. The feel of her juicy pussy sent electrical bolts of lightning through his cock that was firmly tucked in her tiny asshole.
Alan knew his cock would soon be slashing into her tiny ass, giving her a fuck that would make her cream. Lust flared in his body. His fingers still swirled around the back of her cunt while the tip of his prick strenuously dug into the closed ring of her asshole.
Luke's serpentine tongue swept into Marilyn's mouth when he swooped down on her, crushing her between him and his friend. Luke ground his lips into hers. Marilyn tasted sweet, delicious. The touch of her body was thrilling. He grabbed her ass, spreading open the cheeks for Alan's digging prick head.
Alan tensed. His hips lunged. In one swift motion, his cock was firmly buried in Marilyn's asshole. He lunged again, his hips working overtime.
He stopped. Alan was stuffed to his balls inside Marilyn's asshole tight, dry, heaven itself. Passion flared up in his taut body, his muscles straining, the tendons energetically plowing his overgrown prick through the tiny wrinkled hole.
Luke came up from her mouth. "You like my friend fucking your ass?"
Marilyn was quaking uncontrollably. She stared into Luke's eyes. They were blazing with a passion that bore into her flesh.
"Y ... y ... yes ... I like it ... " She felt wild, brazen. Her breath quickened. The prick in her ass was overheating her body. She was burning up a victim of the two men's desires.
Luke peered over at his friend. "Hey, she likes us. Let's give her more."
Alan lashed his prick into her asshole, into the tight dry depths. "Yeah, she fucks nice. Let's give her what she wants."
Luke grunted. "Not a bad idea."
He hauled his hard on out of his pants. He jammed his tough cock shaft up against the naked flesh of her stomach.
Lying on her side between the two, Marilyn was immersed in passion, her ass stuffed to the limit. Alan's prick was jammed tight in her body, slowly stuffing her to the brink of explosion. His fingers merged with the load of pussy cream, his hand playing at the back of her wet oozing cunt.
Alan drilled, his prick head spearheading the invasion of her tight asshole. He kept the slow drawling pace, savoring the way her ass swallowed his entire prick.
"I'll hold her ass open while you jam her good and tight," Luke groaned.
"She's tight, man," Alan replied between noisy grunts of passion.
Hunger burned through his body. He was anxious to ram her ass and fill it with his jizz. He dug his prick head into the tight dry depths, feeling her ass clamping around his overgrown prick shaft.
Alan's cock was crammed to the balls inside her ass, and she writhed in tortured bliss. His bloated prick plunged. She rocked her hips, ground her soft flat stomach into Luke's tough cock shaft.
"Screw her good," Luke grunted, keeping his hard on pressing against the warm flesh of Marilyn's belly.
His hard on thumped, pulsing to be shoved in her cunt. For now, he'd wait and let his friend drill her ass. Luke wanted to hear Marilyn moan for his cock before he'd shove it in her.
Luke's arms were embracing her, his hands on her ass, holding her ass cheeks apart for Alan's digging prick head. He was breathless, keeping Marilyn's naked body against him as she writhed in passion.
"Keep fucking her ass, Alan." Luke felt the rhythmic motion of her hips. Marilyn was fucking his friend back.
"Yeah . . . keep her ass open for me. Yeah, that's good. Hold her like that. . . yeah ..."
Alan crunched his prick head into the tight dry depths of her asshole. He was wedged in tight, piercing the hot narrow hole at a slow tempo. He halted balls deep inside her, wiggled his hips, his prick head jabbing at the bottom of her asshole.
"She fucks great, Luke! Too bad you're not fucking her ass! What an asshole . . . great. . . yeah . . . give it to me good, Marilyn!" Alan kept jabbing her tiny ringed opening, his balls about to burst. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer before he'd unload his jizz. "What an ass, Luke! Keep her ass open! What a sight!"
Luke had her ass spread as far as her cheeks would go. "How's that, Alan?"
Alan jammed his hips forward, screwing his prick tight. Her asshole clamped around his digging cock head. He threw his head back and let out a mournful groan. "Luke, you better get in her pussy before I cream her."
Luke gripped her ass tighter, kept her wriggling body pressed against Alan's heavy frame.
"Jam your ass back at him, baby," Luke whispered in Marilyn's ear.
Marilyn was reeling. Incredible sensations soared through her body as Alan's prick hauled out of her asshole. The crack split open again when his sizzling hot prick head whipped back inside. She felt as if she were in a dreamy world of blissful torment, the prick skewered the tight hot depths of her asshole. She rammed back at Alan, getting an assful of his drilling prick.
Alan grunted, dazed by the tight fit. His rigid cock shaft was throbbing inside the gripping ass muscles, aching to unload. The purplish veins were pulsing. Alan was ready!
Luke felt the hardness of his friend's cock going inside her wrinkled crack, his fingers at the round ring of her ass. He could feel Alan's spearing cock tip cutting her open, then wedging into the dark hot depths. "How is she now?"
Alan didn't reply. He began digging into the crack at a thumping pace. The pointed tip of his prick head punched into the gripping tight ass muscles and bore into the snug asshole, furrowing deep. Short rapid jabs propelled him quickly to the peak. Snug tight in her hole, he began to hammer his cock into the bottom of her ass, his load about to burst at any moment.
Relinquishing her ass, Luke pawed Marilyn's rocking hips, feeling his friend's barrage of thrusts increase in her ass. Luke's hard on was stiff and aching, a rigid cock shaft that needed to be snug tight inside her pussy. Luke raised one of her long lush legs, aiming his raging hard on point blank at the juicy hole of her pussy. His bulb shaped prick head was immediately greeted with a sizzling hot coating of pussy cream. With his next noisy grunt, he was plowing into her, exploding his load.
"Oh, my God!" Marilyn drooled, feeling the brunt of both cocks creaming her.
"I'm giving her my fucking load and she loves it," Alan snarled.
Lust exploded in his brain with his next thumping whacks into her ass. Alan was seething, jerking his prick through her gorgeous ass and spewing. Erratic jolts of his body followed the bubbling squirts of jism.
Marilyn rocked between them. Crammed with two exploding pricks, she twisted her body.
Orgasms of an incredible strength worked their havoc on her. She became crazed, uttering senseless groans and loud grunts. Her body was being rammed back and forth from one squirting prick to another.
Rocking in a deluge of prick punching stabs, both her holes were flooded with come juice. Alan's prick was spitting out countless wads of jism that bubbled out the tip of his digging prick head. Luke was lunging his rupturing prick into her pussy. The hulking size of his cock shaft plunged through both their juice, stabbing her to the hilt, piercing the cauldron of sticky pussy cream. His prick was swimming in the mixture of her cream and his own sticky jizz.
Marilyn was creaming both pricks, climaxing in a blurring world, taking the brunt of their hectic plunges.
"I'm creaming her fucking ass!" Alan grunted, plowing his prick into the tiny opening, his prick rupturing a never ending stream. Foamy jism coated the inside of her ass, greasing his path. He plowed as deep as he could go, then came out at a whipping pace, his cock shaft drenched with his own jism.
Alan's prick jettisoned the cum in lumpy wads. Glutinous and sticky, his jism kept squirting out of his prick head. He couldn't stop it; it kept pouring out in endless streams. Alan looked down at the ass he was fucking, seeing his own jism spilling out of the puckered hole in gushing loads.
Stunned by the two pricks plunging into her body, Marilyn soared in passionate bliss. The outpour of Alan's jism made his demonic lunges easier. His sticky sauce was pouring into her while she coated Luke's prick with a coating of her own the sticky sauce of her pussy.
"Shit, she's got a hot ass, Luke!" Alan groaned, his prick rupturing in her tight clenching asshole.
Marilyn was overwhelmed. Alan's glutinous load was making her ass wet with his stringy strands of jism. His fountain of jism washed her asshole, and she heard his cock squish inside her. Every bulky inch of his prick went punching into her ass. Marilyn groaned in heated bliss.
Writhing naked on the grass, Marilyn was jammed tight with prick meat.
At the same tempo and at the same moment, their raging hard pricks plowed into her pussy and ass. Marilyn let out a howling groan, climaxing like never before, her eyes wide, gawking at Luke. Being rammed by both men had her pussy coming and spilling a bubbly syrup.
She blinked, her eyes fluttering wildly, engulfed in the frantic climax. She was jerking back and forth from one prick to another. She got a mouthful of Luke's tongue as he rammed into her, locking his mouth to hers. She gurgled, immersed in her own world of orgasm.
She hummed, kissing Luke back, her ass being skewered by his friend's squirting prick. Her own orgasms were losing their strength as she slammed into Luke's plunging prick.
Alan hacked away at her ass, his pumps unrelenting. He drummed into her tiny wrinkled opening, skewering her with sudden thrusts and plunges. He drilled, his hectic pace lessening, his plunges diminishing, his load slowing down to a drizzle.
Luke flooded her cunt with his gooey load of jism. His whacking pace still retained its power, his balls banging into her. She wriggled her ass back at Alan, then crammed her cunt on Luke's prick. Plunging pricks and orgasms of diminishing strength kept her in a hazy state of bliss.
Her ass moved in a shuddering dance of jerks and twists. She could feel Alan's prick squishing inside her asshole, stuffing her up to his balls, then stopping. Luke did the same, drilling his cock to the hilt inside her pussy, then sliding his prick out of her pussy with a sticky coating of shiny juice on his cock shaft.
Orgasms had long since stopped. She was bathed in both men's creamy cum, both her holes stuffed with loads of glutinous foamy jism. She breathed deeply. The two men had been wild!
Marilyn grappled with her clothes. The other two were stuffing their pricks back in their pants.
"Oh my," Marilyn sighed, looking down at her torn outfit.
Luke chuckled. "I'm sorry. I guess I ripped it when I was in such a hurry to get your clothes off. Why don't you let us take you home? I promise we'll deliver you safely to your door."
CHAPTER SIX
Noon, and the sun was high in the sky. It was another perfect day. May's weather had been especially good so far and Marilyn wanted to take advantage of the hot burning sun.
The garden beckoned. It was time to overturn the soil and plant the flowers for the summer. With fertilizer and her garden tools, she strode barefoot out to the back yard. The lawn was shaded with plenty of trees and fenced in with tall hedges on three sides. She surveyed the rows of dirt that would soon be scattered with color.
Marilyn bent down on one knee, set her tools on the ground beside the garden that ran along the back of the house. She was looking forward to the work ahead.
She brought the hose out from the garage and hooked it at the back of the house. The lawn needed watering. First, she'd dig up the soil for the garden, pull weeds and reposition the wire fence that sectioned off the garden from the bushes.
Her shorts, old jeans cut high on her thighs, rose up her legs as she bent down, anxious to get to work. She began digging, feeling great.
The hot sun seeped through her as she dug up the weeds and dirt, mixing the fertilizer with good rich soil and laying it out like a blanket along the strip.
Hunched over and working furiously, Marilyn didn't hear Eddie Manns, her next door neighbor, approach. He stood watching for a moment, not wanting to lose the exquisite sight of Marilyn's ass. He gulped. His balls tightened. Bending over while she was working, he had a fantastic view of her ass cheeks peeking out from her cut off jeans.
His pulse raced. The sight he was looking at couldn't be compared to seeing her sunbathing naked on the terrace, but it stirred his blood just the same. He would have stood there for hours, staring at her gorgeous ass, but something made him speak.
"Hello. Need any help?" Eddie's familiar voice made her turn. Holding the trowel in the hand that shaded her eyes, she squinted her eyes against the sharp sun.
"Working hard, I see," Eddie said, with his usual friendly smirk.
"Yeah, I've been putting off the garden long enough." She looked at his bulky frame. Plenty of muscle.
"Need any help?" Eddie asked again. His eyes wandered away from her face to drift to her tits. He always knew she was big. This time, he could see right through the T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and it made his cock ache to see her red nipples pressing against the thin white material. "I saw you working out here alone and I thought I'd give you a hand."
"What a terrific idea. Thanks, Eddie." She got to her feet and brushed the dirt off her knees.
Bending over, she shook her tits beneath the tight shirt that clung to the curves of her body. They were oversized tits, and in the past he had always drooled over them, often dreamt of sucking them.
Eddie's prick was stiffening. He wondered how he was going to conceal his hard on.
"I'll start with the lawn," he said. "I see you got the hose hooked up." Eddie bent over and grabbed the nozzle. "You look great, Marilyn."
"What! In these rags?"
"Yeah. In those rags." Eddie gave her a look from her toes up to her tits, then back to her face. "Marilyn, you're dynamite."
"I think you've been divorced too long. Haven't you found a girl yet?" Marilyn bent down and returned to her garden patch. "Nah, haven't got the time." Eddie squeezed the nozzle in his thick hand. The water made a hissing sound as it ran through the long hose, then came squirting out in a fine spray. He looked back at Marilyn. Crouched down on her knees that same view of her ass churned his gut. Her shorts dug into the crease of her ass, her ass cheeks in plain sight. He swore she wasn't wearing panties either. In the next breath, he swore he'd find out.
He watered the lawn one spot at a time, sneaking looks at the fabulous treat she was giving him. The more she bent over, the more flesh was exhibited as the shorts rose up over her ass and dug deeper into her crack.
"I wonder," Eddie said out loud for Marilyn to hear. "You wonder what?"
"I wonder how you'd look all wet." Eddie gave her one of his winning smiles, slowly moving the spray toward her.
"No, Eddie, no! Don't get me wet, please!" Marilyn scrambled to her feet, watching the water spraying in her direction. "No, Eddie, I mean it. Don't get me wet ..."
"Or you'll do what?" Marilyn tried dodging the spraying water, giggling, but Eddie caught her. She jumped from one side of the lawn to the other. "Stop it, Eddie. I'm getting wet."
Marilyn let out a scream. The cold water jumped onto her white flimsy shirt. She skirted out of the way of the next spray, jumping and laughing.
Eddie controlled the water hose, spraying her body where he liked. In small amounts, he aimed the water on her tits, catching her as she tried to dart. She screamed again, the cold water striking her back.
"I'm getting mad," she warned, stopping and feeling the water drench her back. She stood there, letting Eddie have his fun. Besides, she liked it. "C'mon, stop it. . . I'm getting mad."
Eddie laughed. "You don't look mad!" Marilyn turned around. The front of her T-shirt was drenched. Eddie kept wetting her with the hose, the water trained on her tits. The pinkish color of her nipples showed through the white shirt, and he could see the stiff nipples poking out toward him.
Marilyn stiffly remained in her spot. Her eye caught his. Their eyes locked. She knew she was drenched, and she knew Eddie was staring at her tits, but she remained in the same spot, getting hotter by the second.
They stood staring at one another until Eddie shut off the water. Eddie walked up to her, saw the lust that was burning in her eyes. He had the same burning lust. It was boiling his blood. "Are you still mad?" he asked, smirking. Marilyn looked into his dark burning eyes, matching his stare. "No. I'm hot."
Eddie stepped closer, placed his hands on her waist. He wanted to kiss her as he looked into her burning violet eyes, clutching her at the waist and aching to see her naked.
"Are you as hot as you were the other day on the terrace?" he asked, smiling wickedly. "Wh . . . wh . . . what?" His hands crept up her side and stopped under her arms. He slid his fingers around the bulk of her tits. "I saw you naked on the terrace. I was watching you."
Her cunt pulsed. An oozing stream of juice began to coat the inside of her pussy. She was hot and growing hotter. "You ... you . . . saw me?"
"What's the big deal? You look like you're practically naked right now. I can see right through your flimsy little shirt. You might as well take it off. I can see your nipples and everything." He was pawing her tits now, enjoying the feel of her wet shirt against her tender flesh.
"I'm not taking my shirt off," she said, pretending she was mad even though lust raged through her shaking frame.
He knew she was hot. He could see the passion in her eyes. She was trembling under his pawing fingers. He grabbed her tits with more force and quickly rammed his mouth down on hers.
They kissed for a long dazed moment.
Marilyn allowed him to dart his tongue into her mouth. His body, heavy with muscle, felt good against her. He felt strong, powerful. She let him pull her quivering wet body toward him as they kissed and exchanged each other's darting tongues.
"I think we ought to go inside and get you out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold. You're shaking." He slowly guided her to the back of the house.
Marilyn didn't know what to say. She let him take her inside. She glanced down at his groin. His hard on was pressing through his jeans. It stirred passion through her.
Inside the house, once they had reached the utility room, Eddie grabbed her, mashed his mouth onto hers, ground his lips into hers and lifted up her soaking wet shirt. "Let's get out of these things." Eddie was dazed by the beauty of her tits. They were large, billowy globes of creamy tit flesh. The nipples were erect, bloated. The area surrounding the nipples were soft and a creamy pink. Eddie swooped down on one delicious nipple and began sucking, his hands on the snap of her shorts. While sucking furiously on her tits, he snapped open her shorts, yanked the zipper down. Slowly, he pushed her wet shorts down until they fell to her ankles.
Marilyn heaved a tremulous sigh, stepping out of her shorts. She held Eddie to her tits as he feverishly went from one tit to the other. Passion soared through her body. She mashed his face into her globes of tit meat, cupping her hands on the back of his head.
"Eddie, you're wild! Keep sucking . . . yeah . . . like that ..." Lust whirled in her brain while Eddie's face was lost in the warm bulk of her tits.
Eddie began to bite, his teeth nipping on the fattest part of her tits. There, she tasted the best fresh tit meat to nibble and eat. He lingered his slurping mouth between the two tit globes, his tongue sloshing his spit.
Eddie came up from her tits. "I never thought I'd be doing this to you. You're wild!"
Eddie's sharp teeth began nipping harder. As he gripped the fleshy tit meat, her tits bulged out from his paw like grasp, his teeth playfully nipping. His tongue darted over the creamy flesh as he held her tits to his face, feverishly nipping and biting, then licking and biting again.
His large hands smoothed over the curves of her body only to return to her tits again. He kneaded them roughly between his plying fingers, savoring the sweet taste of her wet silky body.
"I've wanted you for a long time," Eddie moaned, tackling her to the floor.
He was frantic. He pawed her naked body, wrenched her large fleshy tits with his rough hands. Then he yanked his zipper down, hauled out his stiff prick.
Marilyn giggled wildly as he got on top of her, his hands on her tits, pulling and yanking. She felt his cock head grazing on her juicy cunt slit, and it drove her wild. She arched her hips, aiming her cunt for the first wild plunge.
She placed her hands on the back of his head as he teased her with the stiff point of his cock. She groaned expectantly, waiting for that horrendous plunge into her cunt that would send her on a wild ride on his giant cock shaft.
Marilyn wriggled her hips, grabbed him at the nape of the neck, bringing him down to her, biting on his lips, nipping his face, neck, ears.
Her body felt like silk. She was dynamite. He didn't want to stop feeling her soft body, touching her smooth curves.
Marilyn impatiently waited for his cock to dig into her juicy pussy slit. His prick head was at the entrance. Creamy juice oozed from her pulsing pussy. Eagerly, she waited, hungered for that delicious plunge into her cunt. It never came.
"I'm turning you over," Eddie moaned, rising up from her body and whisking her over onto her stomach. "You've got a great ass, baby."
Eddie gawked at the sleek line of her back. Her ass was a perfect shape, the deep crack soft and inviting. He began nipping the back of her neck, enjoying the sound of her excited whimpers. He sloshed his tongue over her creamy shoulders, down her ass and lingered on the backs of her thighs.
Hungrily, he slurped, eyeing the juicy slit of her pussy as she spread her legs. His hands stopped wandering. He opened her ass crack with his mauling fingers, still nipping on the backs of her thighs just below the cheeks of her ass. Greedily, he sank his teeth into her thighs, spreading her ass cheeks wider, eyeing the juicy slit of her pussy and puckered asshole.
Marilyn writhed and churned on the floor. Hot passion swept through her body. She humped Eddie's hands as they mauled her ass cheeks, his face buried between her thighs.
She moaned loudly when his mouth bit extra hard. He was moving to her ass, biting and snipping his teeth on her fleshy ass cheeks.
Eddie lay on her sprawled out legs, his teeth digging into each ass cheek, his fingertips slithering inside her open ass crack. He came up from his biting and eyed the pinkish asshole. He was dying to fuck it.
"Ohhhh . . . Eddie ..." Marilyn sighed.
His fingers were hurting her tiny opening.
Eddie stopped playing and started finger fucking Marilyn's ass. With brutal force, he drilled deep, sinking his hard fingers into the soft wet opening. His tongue slashed on the outskirts of her asshole, drooling his spit and greasing the way.
Vigorously, he crammed her ass with his fingers. Hungrily, he daubed his drool over the tiny pink opening. Sweeping strokes of his tongue drenched her asshole. Wrenching twisting plunges of his fingers rammed her deep.
Her ass muscles were provoked. Wildly, she writhed on the floor beneath Eddie. He was driving her insane with his frantic tongue and fingers.
Eddie dragged his tongue over the wrinkled ass crack, his fingers imbedded as far as they would go. He jammed it all the way, mashing his mouth between her wet ass crack.
He stopped licking to look at the glistening wet hole. He could see it pulse around his imbedded fingers. He twisted his fingers around, watching Marilyn's ass give!
With his fingers scrunched inside, Eddie let her fuck him on her own. Marilyn rammed back, humping up and down on the floor, wanting more.
"Jam it all the way," Marilyn whined tremulously. Her body humped, her ass contracting around the welcomed invader Eddie's wedged in fingers.
At a brutal pace, Eddie began finger fucking her ass. He stabbed deep and hard. His vicious thrusts made her whine and moan uncontrollably. He watched her hump him in return as he crammed her to the limit. He growled in hungry anticipation, waiting for the right moment when he would pierce her gorgeous ass with his cock.
He stiffed her with thrusts and then yanked his fingers out. He watched her ass juices bathe his fingers as it punctured her asshole. He was aching to fuck her ass, and she would soon be ready.
Overwhelming passion engulfed Marilyn. She humped his fingers in her ass, rising higher and higher. He cunt crashed into the floor. Her ass was moving and wiggling, crunching her clit into the linoleum. She was coming!
"Ohhh . . . Eddie ..." she sighed. Passion gripped her and shook her frame. Over and over again, she rammed her cunt into the floor, then rammed her ass back on Eddie's fingers. He was drilling hard and fast, spearing her tiny asshole, preparing her for his giant cock shaft.
Orgasms finally encompassed her. Her ass was clutching Eddie's fingers, trying to keep them prisoner. Her cunt was banging into the floor, her clit bursting with orgasms upon collision. She was impervious to the cold floor as passion dulled her senses and took her to heaven. Her cunt bubbled out with creamy pussy juice.
Eddie groaned. He was ready to mount her from the back and stuff his hard prick into the tiny hole he was finger fucking. He watched her hump, hearing her moans of bliss and felt the contorting muscles that surrounded his fingers.
Eddie watched her ass rise off the floor. He was positioned between her long lush legs, his cock stiff and aching. He knew she was coming, and he wanted to give her the best finger fucking she ever had. Her ass was gorgeous to look at, especially watching the tiny hole gobble up his drilling finger. He stuffed it to the limit, drove it deep into her ass, watching Marilyn cream and climax. Her ass was wet. Her cunt was wet. He had his pick of holes to plunder, and he knew her ass would be the best. For years, he had watched her ass swing, wanting it, aching for it. The way she had flashed it, she was always asking for it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marilyn glanced back at Eddie. He was gorgeous. She never thought she'd be fucking one of her neighbors. Especially him.
"Get up on your knees. Let me see your gorgeous ass," he moaned.
Marilyn was delirious, raising her ass up for him. "Wh . . . what ... are you going to do?"
"Fuck you!"
"Wh . . . where?" she asked, her voice shaking. On her hands and knees, she raised her ass up higher, his hands on her hips.
"Would you have let me fuck you if I hadn't have gotten you wet?" he asked.
"No."
"Then I'm glad I drenched you with the hose."
"So am I," she sighed.
Eddie looked at her. She was gorgeous naked. "I knew I'd fuck you sooner or later. I didn't know it would be sooner. I've been watching you. Had my eye on you for months. Saw you playing with yourself on the terrace. You were beautiful."
He started playing at her ass again, his fingertips digging inside the closed ass crack. He furrowed his fingers in tight, stabbing.
Her knees buckling, Marilyn crashed to the floor. Her cunt was crunched into the hard floor. She was climaxing again!
Once again, engulfed in passion, Marilyn humped and twisted beneath Eddie's muscles body. She was creaming for the second time, wiggling her cunt into the tiled floor, her ass back on Eddie's fingers.
Wrenching orgasms attacked her body. Eddie was mounting her from the back. She was in heaven.
Her ass muscles tugged on an empty hole, and she threw her head back. One orgasm after another careened through her body. He was going to fuck her.
"Where are you going to fuck me?" she asked, hungry for it.
"In your ass!"
"Ohhh . . . Eddie ..." Marilyn looked back. Eddie was gripping his cock at the base, aiming for her asshole. His cock was touching the rim of her puckered asshole. "Eddie . . . when are you going to put it in?"
"Now," he rasped, digging his cock into the tiny opening. Her asshole was wet. He could see it would be easy. He lunged, drilled her to the hilt. His cock sank into the puckered hole.
Marilyn threw her head back and moaned. A growling sound emitted from her throat garbling sounds of utter bliss. She could feel his prick slithering slowly in and out. Her body shook with pleasure.
Her orgasms returned. One fed and strengthened the next. Eddie was stabbing into her, mashing down on her with his humping body, his prick jagging into her ass. The stiff point of his prick broke open her wrinkled asshole when he broke his way in. Then his cock came slithering out. Every bulky inch of his cock fucked her ass while she climaxed. "You want it fast or slow?"
"Fast! Fast!" she whined. Cream flooded her pussy. She was humping underneath Eddie, banging her cunt into the floor. Thumping whacks up and down whipped her ass along his thick skinned cock shaft.
He punched his cock into her, the pointed tip of his prick head drilling through her ass muscles. His chunk of cock meat was quickly filling with jism, the bloated end ready to spew his load. Eddie groaned, suddenly thrust forward and was coming.
Recklessly, she impaled herself on Eddie's thickening cock shaft. His cock spouted jism and his balls quickly gathered up more of the gooey load. She whipped her ass up and down the length, tossing her head back and moaning.
The stiff point of his prick unleashed a stream of cum, the bluish red tip squirting a sizzling hot load into her ass. She could feel his gooey froth as it washed her narrow ass tunnel.
"Is this fast enough?"
"Yes! Yes!"
With his gooey load greasing his way into her ass, his prick glided into the tiny opening with rapid plunges. He sank his cock down into the bottom of her ass, releasing a seething glutinous load of spume. Then he came whipping out, the shiny skin of his cock shaft snatching up some of his own come juice. Her ass, like a hot oven, gripped his prick with its oppressive heat and kept him in a passionate haze.
Marilyn was banging her cunt into the floor, climaxing in a furious rage. Her clit took a beating. The cock in her ass kept her in the breathless heights of orgasm. She rammed her ass back on Eddie's raging prick, feeling his hot jizz coating the insides of her ass tunnel. With an occasional twist and turn, Eddie's prick filled her ass until she was uttering a senseless spate of babbling.
"How's this?" he groaned. His merging groin collided with her ass cheeks, stuffing her with his massive prick that constantly jettisoned out loads of glutinous cream.
"Ohhh . . . Eddie . . . it's great!" The more his spearing cock tip let go with another load, the more spume gathered inside his prick and the juicier her cunt became. He pounded, his chunk of cock meat hacking away at her juicy ass that was wet with his squirting jism.
"You like it like this?"
"Yeah ... I love it," Marilyn sighed.
She was breathless and hot. His purplish veined prick was growing larger as he drove it into her asshole. She could feel his bluish veined cock shaft pulse inside her as loads of creamy jizz gushed out of his prick head and whitewashed her asshole.
Eddie drummed into her ass with as much force as he could muster. His hips lunged. His groin crashed into her ass. His towering cock shaft hammered.
Relentlessly, he sank his prick into her. "You want it faster?"
Marilyn couldn't reply. She was creaming beyond control. Eddie's chunk of cock meat was sending her into rapturous ecstasy as he dug his cock into her ass. His prick was stiff and hard, and it felt achingly good in her tight asshole. She wanted more of it, craved more of his fast paced lunges, but the words choked before they could be uttered. She was left speechless.
Eddie kept ramming her, kept shoving his bloated cock into her, still spilling his sticky sauce into her clutching ass.
With the battery of horrendous thrusts, she climaxed over and over again. It was the brutal force of his cock ramming her clit into the floor that was making her cream. All she could do was moan as he thrust deep into her asshole, her ass muscles clutching his cock shaft tightly, grabbing at the tough skin of his long prick. Over and over again, her cunt went crunching to the floor, crushed beneath her, sending her higher into rapture.
Ecstatic jolts overwhelming passion skirted throughout her body. She felt the weight of Eddie's humping frame each time he split her ass apart and pounded her to the floor.
Her head turned sideways, the side of her face was scrunched against the linoleum. She tried to open her eyes, but her vision was fuzzy. The room blurred. She tried to ram her ass back at Eddie, but couldn't. His heavy frame kept mashing his groin into her ass cheeks, sinking his cock to the root. His balls whacked into the cheeks of her ass as he heaved forward.
"Marilyn " Eddie groaned loudly. It was a strangled cry. He was in bliss, coming in Marilyn's ass. His body jabbed. His prick squirted. His sweaty body heaved.
He lunged, releasing his gooey liquid. It spurted in lumps and whitewashed the narrow crack of her ass. Letting out a groan, he drilled her ass to the hilt, bathing her with his gooey cum cream. He pierced the tiny crack, climaxing until his load began to ebb.
As Eddie's pace slowed, Marilyn also began to drift down from her climax. Still floating on a cloud of passion, she managed to get up on her elbows and knees, letting Eddie drill her ass at a slow demonic pace.
With his pointed cock tip, he punctured the tiny crack with tender stabs. Her wet asshole was perfect for a slow ass fuck while he floated down from his climax. He remained in a hazy state of bliss, fucking his cock slowly into her ass, hearing his prick squish inside the tight wet opening.
Drenched in their own sweat, they panted wildly. They were both engulfed in their own world of ecstasy. Both bodies were slowing. Both were panting deliriously.
Marilyn began to weaken. Her legs gave way, and she went crashing to the floor.
Eddie pumped his last few thrusts into her ass, going in and out at a slow pace, hearing Marilyn moan softly. They were both about done.
Before he withdrew his cock, he sank it to the bottom of her ass and stopped. Jammed all the way, he heaved to catch his breath.
Marilyn squirmed her ass from side to side, loving the feel of his cock deep inside her. He had given her the ass fuck of her life, and the tiny opening ached. She moaned, feeling Eddie's cock sinking into her ass for the last time, then whipping out.
Immersed in the heat of climax, they remained on the floor, heaving and out of breath.
Eddie spoke first. "I think I want to move in with you."
"Nah, we'd never get along."
"Yeah, you're right." Eddie couldn't keep his eyes off her ass. "You're a hell of a fuck, Marilyn."
She stayed on the floor, face down. She was still breathless. "Ohhhh . . . Eddie ... so are you."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Every first Thursday of the month, the widows of Maple shade gathered together for their monthly meeting to discuss the loneliness of widowhood.
Marilyn stepped into the church. The lavender dress swirled around her knees as she walked in the matching high heels. She was early. She decided to wait for Linda up here before going downstairs. The senseless gossip of the elderly women always annoyed her. She'd prefer to stay away from them and wait for the younger women to show up.
She paced the wooden floor of the hallway, passing the cloak room door for the tenth time. She glanced at the paintings on the wall and enjoyed the stained glass windows on the two ornate front doors. "Hello," a voice said. Marilyn hadn't heard the Reverend Thomas approach. The sound of his voice made her jump. She turned and saw his familiar face. His strong baritone voice didn't match the pleasant and kind looking features.
"How are you tonight, Mrs. Richards?" the Reverend said.
"Fine, thank you. Have you seen Lindy?" Marilyn was nervously glancing around the empty hall.
"No, haven't seen her. It's still early. How about joining me in my office for coffee? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."
"Oh?" Marilyn looked surprised and followed the Reverend to his chambers. She felt uncomfortable when he closed the door, locking them inside.
"There's something I've wanted to talk to you about " The Reverend let the sentence hang. "About the Thursday night meetings?" she asked, feeling funny about being alone with him. The Reverend was tall. She imagined thick muscles beneath his shirt.
"Are the meetings all right, Mrs. Richards?" he asked. "By the way, may I call you Marilyn?"
"Yeah . . . sure. Lindy and I enjoy these meetings very much," Marilyn answered, watching the Reverend warily. "Is it about Lindy?"
The Reverend Thomas was at the coffee machine. He turned, went over to Marilyn, placed his hands on her shoulders, gazed deeply into her eyes. "Sort of."
Marilyn felt strange being so close to the Reverend, and knowing the relationship he had with Lindy made her edgy. Lindy was her closest friend. And the Reverend was so handsome. She could easily fall for him. "What is it about Lindy then?"
"I want you, Marilyn."
"What!" She thought a minute. "I have to go."
"Wait. Let me explain." The Reverend gripped her tighter on the shoulders. "You are beautiful."
He held her at arm's length, his body inches from her. "You look beautiful tonight." He glanced down at her dress that was tight around her tits and precariously held up by thin spaghetti straps. The Reverend bent down and tried to kiss her. Marilyn pushed him away before their lips made contact. "What are you doing, Reverend?"
"C'mon, don't play games with me. I know you're just as hot as Lindy." He sneered hungrily. "A horny cock crazy widow."
He was nudging her back, her ass pressing against the arm of the couch. He went for her lips again. This time, he didn't miss. Their mouths made contact. His arms snagged her.
Marilyn struggled. With her hands on his shoulders, she tired to push him away.
"I know you're just like her . . . can't get enough cock."
"I'm getting out of here." Her eyes darted to the door. He had locked it.
"There's no way out," the Reverend said, brushing his hands over her bulging tits. "Nice dress."
His fingers slid under the soft material, grabbing one of her tits. They were luscious in his hand. He shoved her back.
Marilyn fell to the couch, her legs flying up, her back crashing into the arm. "I'm getting out of here!"
"No, you're not," he growled, hauling his cock out and falling on top of her. He pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and found her mouth again. Pinning her to the couch, his lips pressing on hers, he raised her dress up to her waist, pushed down her panties.
She pushed on his chest, twisted and broke the kiss. "Reverend! How can you do this?"
"Easy." He aimed his cock for the juicy slit of her pussy. He made a growling noise, sinking the head of his bloated cock into her wet depths. Her cunt was juicy, hot.
"Jesusss!" the Reverend rasped. His cock was all the way inside her juicy cunt.
"Get off me!"
Marilyn couldn't move. The Reverend's weight was pressing down on her. His cock was in the wet bubbling depths of her cunt slit. Her legs were forced apart by the Reverend's thrusting body between them.
"Jesusss! You're wet as hell! I knew you were hot! But not this hot."
Helplessly, Marilyn found herself pumping. Juice began to ooze from her cunt slit.
The Reverend thrust his cock in and out with a slippery ease, the head of his cock, a bulb shaped tip, was bloated as it merged with the pool of cunt juice inside her pussy. He kept pushing his cock inside her slippery cunt hole, finding the depths hot.
"Get off me!" she shouted, even though his cock was gliding in and out of her juicy cunt. She began to ooze more of her gooey cunt cream, greasing his fat cock shaft.
Her ass rose up from the couch. Her back arched. All of his bloated cock shaft was in her. Her body was disobeying her emotions. She wanted him to stop, but her body kept pumping him back.
The Reverend banged his prick into her cunt with a thrilling force. Marilyn was still struggling, wanting this to stop, but the Reverend was still forcing her legs apart, keeping them from closing, his cock pumping in and out of her hot juicy pussy.
"Jesus . . . you're hot as hell." The Reverend kept pumping. His cock shaft glided effortlessly into the depths of her pussy. Her cunt muscles gripped his fat wet prick, and he groaned with delight. "Jesus . . . what a fuck you are!"
Creamy cunt juice poured from her pussy slit. She began to moan excitedly. "Reverend . . . ohhhhh ..." He dug his prick inside her pussy, the fat head of his cock piercing through the tight wet cunt muscles. "Jesus . . . you're a tight fuck."
He was ferocious in his plunges. As he dug his prick into the slit of her tight pussy, he raised up off her body to pull her dress down over her tits.
With one violent tug, the soft material went sliding off her tits. The tender globes of tit meat were naked and plainly in sight. He managed to grab one, still hungrily pumping his cock through her bubbling cunt.
The Reverend eyed the bulk of flesh as he squeezed his fingers around the fattest part of her tits. They were creamy and big. The nipples looked as if they would burst if he squeezed any harder. His hand pulsed around her tit, massaged it while the muscles of her cunt grabbed and tugged his fat cock shaft.
Marilyn lifted her ass off the cushions, getting his entire prick. She grasped the cock shaft with the muscles of her cunt. A creamy ooze streamed out of her cunt lips, washing his plunging prick with her buttery grease. "Ohhhh . . . Reverend ..." He pounded her into the couch. His body moved faster. His thick cock shaft was whipping through her pussy at a quicker pace. His cock was bloated, his piss slit open and ready to wash her cunt with his spume.
Marilyn was breathlessly panting. She writhed beneath the Reverend's humping frame. Her naked tits shook as she humped up for more cock. She wasn't disappointed.
His hand was still wrapped around one of her tits. The rosy red nipple looked as if it would pop out of his grasp. His throat made a growling noise as he pumped his cock into Marilyn's juicy pussy.
"Jesusss . . . you're wet!" His raspy voice gushed out the words as he plunged. He squeezed her tits and plunged again. His cock meat slipped inside her pussy. She was greased with juice, flooded with the gooey cunt cream.
He sliced his cock into her cunt and mashed his groin down, not wanting her to pump. He ground his thick prick through her juicy pussy, his hairy groin merging with hers. He twisted his hips from side to side, watching Marilyn's face.
She lay sprawled out beneath his heavy frame, letting him skewer her cunt tightly. She was panting deliriously, moaning incoherently, letting him fuck her at his own pace.
As he drilled to the deep depths of her cunt, rocking his hips sideways, his prick head dug through the slippery muscles of her cunt, ready to wash them with his hot spume.
He dug his prick from one side to the other, watching Marilyn's eyes flutter. She was in a passion enduced trance and looked beautiful. Her tits were soft and bulky, and he enjoyed watching them quiver. He shifted his bloated cock with deep plunges, from one side to the next, enjoying her grunts and soft moans. He wanted to hear her moan louder, and he began pumping harder.
Strong plunges into her juicy cunt quickly took him to the brink. He began to get rougher in his thrusts, violent in his hammering. The rougher he became, the more she liked it, and the more she responded.
He was persistent in his violence erratic thrusts from side to side had her in bliss. Her body was satiny soft, and he grabbed her tit again, squeezing it roughly in his tight grasp.
As he began pounding her, her sizzling hot cunt coated his prick with a creamy froth. He felt his hot spume filling up inside his prick. His bloated prick was ready to spray her cunt with a powerful outpour.
As he hammered her cunt, he became enraged with lust. He began to abuse her cunt with his cock as lust took over. His prick became awesomely large.
He continued to fuck her with his prick that grew colossal in size. As he plunged, his gigantic prick split her pussy in two. She was hot and liquidy inside.
The gooey cream gave the inside cunt tunnel a buttery warmth. It was easier to plow into her. The gooey pussy juice began to foam up inside her cunt the more he pounced on her, digging into her cunt slit with a deluge of lunges.
"Jesusss . . . you're hot . . . I'm going to cream your hot cunt, Marilyn!"
His words sizzled through her brain, heightened her passion. She soared in her own world of bliss.
Suddenly, his prick ruptured. Heavy wads of gooey jism spouted from his prick slit. He couldn't help himself. His plunges grew faster. His thrusts grew more violent.
Marilyn's moans turned into shrieks of painful pleasure. The more he thrust into her cunt, the more she loved it. She didn't bother returning the demonic plunges; she was too aroused, too engrossed in her own pleasure. She let his gooey load saturate her cunt and felt his plunges increase in strength.
The more he plowed into her cunt, the more breathless he became. It was the sadistic pace that made him explode. He flooded her cunt with his hot spume as it bubbled out of the tip of his prick.
His solid beam of prick grew to a gigantic size, thickening, hardening. His cum juice splattered the insides of her cunt and enraged him to greater feats of strength.
He took pleasure in her pained expression as he punched his cock into her foaming cunt. She was saturated with his heavy wads of spume as the bubbling outpour increased.
Her cunt was slick and wet. His prick constantly ejected a sticky coating that adhered to the sides of her gripping cunt. Her pussy was foaming up with his showering jism, making his manic plunges easier to take.
Marilyn hadn't expected such force. It stupefied her as passion overtook her entire body, shook her frame. His rupturing cock gave her a strange pleasure a greedy pleasure that made her want more of his horrendous plunges, made her crave more of his fierce punching stabs.
She took the punishment with never ending pleasure, a stunned expression on her face. It was bliss.
Still stunned at the strength and power he possessed, she looked up at his face. He didn't look like the type that could unleash such sadistic punishment. His strength and power overwhelmed her and triggered explosions throughout her body.
He humped stiffly between her outstretched legs, his stream of jism spraying out of his prick in a gooey warmth. Her cunt couldn't hold it all, couldn't take the constant outpour. His spume bubbled out of her pussy in a foamy soup, sticking to her inner thighs. The jism wouldn't let up, and it sent her higher into rapture.
His bubbling outpour turned into stringy lumps. Every bulky inch of his cock was pulsing with vigor and power as he plowed his cock shaft to the hilt.
Harder, he plowed. His bulb shaped prick head suddenly burst open with another long line of stringy lumps of jizz. He crammed her cunt to the hilt, loving the way she moaned and grunted.
Marilyn repayed him doublefold with the pulsing strength of her cunt muscles. When his cock went smacking into her, she grunted with pleasure. When he plowed through her gripping tight cunt muscles, his rigid cock shaft split her cunt apart.
She couldn't help but return the pleasure; his hammering plunges gave her a joy she could not resist. She was hurled into a climax that ripped through her.
Orgasms of a thundering strength kept her in heaven. She was awed with the pleasure he gave her each time he plowed into her juicy cunt. She overflowed with his thick jism, overwhelmed by the sadistic pleasure that kept her in a state of heavenly bliss.
His fierce plunges grew more intense. His jism began to unload in stringy spurts instead of gooey lumps and his streaming jizz gushed out of his piss slit in a continuous stream, flooding her already gooey cunt.
An oozing cream mixed with his boiling spume and her creamy pussy juice bubbled into a hot and gooey froth. The Reverend fucked his rigid cock through her tight cunt at a slower pace. Instead of using sheer strength, he used dexterity. It was a natural talent that made all his women breathless and panting.
His bubbling outpour sizzled past his prick head into the bubbling depths of Marilyn's pussy hole and increased the power of her orgasms. He punched into her cunt with the same sadistic joy and brought her a pleasure she had never thought was possible. As his prick ruptured in her foamy cunt, she climaxed with an intensity she had never felt before. Speechless and paralyzed with passion, she let him increase his speed.
He pounded harder, wanting to increase her passion, her joy. He hammered with more forceful plunges, using skill in his demon like thrusts and saturated her with his hot fluid.
The shock waves rippled through her body. Her eyelids fluttered. Her breath returned. Panting sighs gushed from her throat.
The Reverend slowed his punching stabs. His bubbling stream of jizz lessened. His gooey load would soon end. He pounded his prick through her buttery cunt muscles, heaving air into his lungs. He grunted with pleasure, slowing his pace.
Reality returned as her orgasms dwindled. She sighed, looked up into the Reverend's boyishly handsome face. "I think I'm jealous."
"Huh?" the Reverend grunted. "Of whom?"
"You know. Lindy." Marilyn stroked his arms as he pulled his cock out of her cunt.
"Yeah ... we had our fling. It was fun, but . . . "
"I know," Marilyn said. "And don't worry, I won't say a word to her even though she is my best friend."
The Reverend sighed with relief. "I guess I shouldn't've forced myself on you . . . but you're so . . . sexy . . . like Lindy. I had to have you both."
"You don't have to explain to me. I'm still insanely jealous."
They both dressed. Marilyn joined the meeting downstairs. She found Lindy and took a seat beside her. The meeting was already in progress.
Later, the sated Reverend joined the chattering women. Marilyn was grateful that he didn't look twice at her.
CHAPTER NINE
"It was a good meeting, wasn't it?" Lindy said to Marilyn. It had started to pour minutes ago, and they had decided to wait for the rain to stop.
They stood inside the church, behind the two large ornate front doors as the widows of Mapleshade braved the weather and descended the steps.
Marilyn was still uncomfortable around Lindy, not knowing what to say after what had happened between her and the Reverend Thomas. Flashes of lightning streaked across the dark sky and lit up the night.
"I should've brought my umbrella, dammit!" Lindy said, waving to the Reverend across the church yard.
Marilyn giggled. "Yeah, didn't think it would pour like this."
Lindy shrugged, slightly annoyed. From the look on the Reverend's face, Lindy knew that their short lived romance was over. "All right, you can wait for the rain to stop, but I got to get home." Lindy bolted down the steps.
"Okay, see you later." At once, Marilyn relaxed, relieved that Lindy was gone. The pressure was off her.
Minutes later, it was still raining. Marilyn's mood brightened when she saw Derek's van pull up in front.
Derek's blond head jutted out from the open window. "Hey, where's my mom?" he shouted.
"She's gone. Left a few minutes ago." Marilyn started down the steps.
Derek revved up the motor, then looked at Marilyn. "Hey, can I give you a lift?"
"No, that's okay. I brought my car."
"C'mon, you're not doing anything, are you? I got some beer in the back. Want to share a bottle with me on the way to my mom's house.
I could use some decent conversation." He chuckled. "Or some indecent conversation."
Marilyn peered up at Derek and laughed. "I think you're drunk, Derek."
"Yeah, I guess I am drunk." Derek leaned over and opened the passenger side for Marilyn. "Hop in."
Marilyn hefted herself into the van, adjusted herself in the front seat. "Okay. If you promise to bring me back to my car."
"Maybe I won't," Derek chuckled, eyeing her legs, then the rest of her. The lavender dress really showed off her tits.
"You better." She shifted in the front seat, not liking the way Derek was leering at her. She looked down and noticed her tits were bulging out of her dress. She pushed her dress up, feeling funny with the young kid.
"Hey. If I'm too drunk to take you back to your car, my mom could always drive you."
"Stop kidding around," Marilyn said, fixing her dress around her knees. She had noticed that his eyes were on her legs. "So, Derek, how's college?"
"Okay, I guess." Derek saw her discomfort, revved the motor, and bolted away from the curb.
It was a quiet drive, except for the beating rain on the windshield. Occasionally, as they drove in silence, Derek glanced at Marilyn. He smiled his usual quirky smile. "You look nice in that dress. Real nice."
He paused, wishing he hadn't said that. "Want a beer?"
Derek reached in the back, his hand groping blindly while keeping his eyes on the road. Without waiting for an answer, he handed her a bottle. "The opener's in the glove compartment."
Marilyn popped open the bottle. "You like beer, huh?"
His quirky smile widened when his eyes fell on her tits.
"Yeah, I like beer a lot. Since I'm on my semester break, I get to enjoy myself. College was okay this year, but I hate to study. So ... " His gaze swept down her body. Christ, she had gorgeous legs and tits! "So . . . how's it going?"
"You asked me that already." Marilyn laughed. She finished off the bottle and began to feel the effects of the beer.
"What I meant was, how's it going being alone and all?" Derek put the rim of the beer bottle to his lips and, trying to keep his eyes steady on the road, tilted his head back slightly and gulped a series of long swallows. "How long has it been . . . you know . . . without your husband?"
"About a year now . . . and I've never been happier."
Derek leered at her in the lavender dress. She was exquisite. He had a hard on already. It was throbbing like a painful toothache.
"Don't tell me that you haven't had sex in a year?" Derek leaned his blonde head back and gurgled down more beer. He glanced at her again, getting drunker by the minute. "I'd have sex with you."
Marilyn was struck dumb. She sat staring at Derek's profile as he drove in the downpour.
Derek swerved onto a narrow dirt road, yanked the van to a stop. He switched off the ignition.
Derek gave her one of his quirky smiles. "Marilyn, I think you're drunk."
She laughed, finished off the bottle and began to enjoy the effects of the beer. "Could be."
Derek jumped out of the van, walked around the back and opened the rear doors. "C'mon, there's more beer back here."
Marilyn hesitated.
"C'mon, I'm harmless. At least stay with me a while longer. Okay?"
When she bounced onto the cushions, she noticed the way he was looking at her. She took another bottle from him, feeling giddy, lightheaded, having not eaten all day. She giggled again, watching Derek warily.
Derek's drunken smile widened. "Nice legs." He slid closer to her, gently placed an arm around her shoulders. "See, I'm not going to rape you."
Marilyn grinned impishly, thinking of the Reverend. "I know you won't."
Derek leaned toward her. "How about a kiss?" He was leering, his eyes wide and glistening with lust fever.
"Derek, stop fooling around ..."
"Just one little kiss, that's all." Derek grabbed her long enough to quickly slam his mouth on hers.
For that moment, their lips were mashed together. She felt his hard body pressing. Her pussy began to pulse. Juice began to ooze from her cunt lips. Her body began to burn up as passion inflamed her.
Derek didn't stop kissing her. He leaned hard into her. With an arm tightly around her, he grabbed her tits with his other hand. He enjoyed squeezing the pulpy flesh in his fist. He leaned harder into her, his mouth working on her tender lips.
Marilyn was creaming as Derek slobbered on her lips. She enjoyed his hard pressing mouth, his lanky frame wrestling her to the mattress. Their arms and legs became entangled. Derek's hand was going under her dress.
He fell on top of her, kissing her wildly. Frantic hands went from her tits to her legs, thighs, then her panties. Passion overtook her. She collapsed underneath his pressing frame, her hips squiggling. Her body was on fire.
"Stop, Derek!" she cried out when he broke the kiss. "You don't want to do this."
"Yes, I do. I've wanted to do this for a long time." Derek's eyes were fixed on her. His blurred vision was out of focus. The van was swimming in front of his eyes. "I want to fuck you."
"No, you don't. Derek, stop!" Juice soaked her cunt. She writhed beneath his groping hands. His fingers had latched onto her panties and were tugging them down her legs.
"Just stop it!" Marilyn began to yell, trying to writhe out from under him.
"I'm not going to stop!" He whipped her panties off.
"You don't know what you're doing," Marilyn whined drunkenly.
She was dizzy with beer and passion.
Underneath his wiry frame, she wriggled feverishly and heard his zipper open. He was taking his cock out!
"We can have a good time, you and me." He tossed the panties aside and dove on top of Marilyn.
"Stop, Derek! You don't want to ... " Marilyn writhed frantically. She fought his roving hands. They were mangling her naked tits and pushing her dress down. He exposed the raw plump tit meat.
With her half naked, Derek crushed her wiggling body to the mattress, holding his cock at the base and aiming for the juicy slit of her cunt.
His mouth clamped onto hers. Derek sprang into action. His cock heaved into her cunt once his cock head found her juice laden pussy hole.
Marilyn was too hot to fight him. His strength overpowered her. She panted loudly. His cock was digging into her pussy, heaving in and out. Writhing and contorting in an effort to get her cunt away from his lunging prick, she was breathless, too aroused to stop herself from enjoying it.
His thin cock shaft cut like a knife. Into her cunt, he dove through her buttery cunt slit. Again and again, he mashed his cock into her.
Her cunt pulsed rapidly. She was heaving along with him. The beer had gone to her head. She was aroused beyond the point of turning back.
She humped Derek, groaning in response to his hungry thrusts. He pounded quick and fast. She could smell the liquor on his breath. Her passion mounted.
Derek dove his cock down into her cunt and rammed his mouth on hers, ferociously humping. He was delirious as well as drunk, fully aware that he was fucking his mother's friend. He had wanted her for months, had wet dreams about her whenever he saw her. Now he was fucking her!
Derek's cock was reaching deep inside her, and she groaned. With her knees bent, she arched up. He crunched down with a crazy lunge. Her cunt gobbled up his cock.
Derek was plunging hard and fast. He was going to explode in her soon! His cock shaft was coated with Marilyn's cunt cream. His gut churned. His prick thickened. He was ready! "Marilyn you're "
Again, Derek plunged his cock into the deep depths of Marilyn's pussy, humping quick and fast. Hard slamming jabs had him deliriously out of breath. The fury of his whacking frame pounded the luscious Marilyn into the mattress with a dangerous thrust.
Her groans of pleasure heightened his passion, made him groan in return. His mind swirled. He was fucking the wild depths of Marilyn's cunt. He exploded!
With the next furious plunge, Marilyn climaxed with him. Bolts of passion soared through her humping cunt, steadily climbing.
Her naked tits floundered as she humped in return to his furious cock thrusts. Her cunt, swollen and red with blood, exploded when he crunched his groin into hers. Trembling in her orgasm, she arched up, his cock sinking into her hot pussy. She was drenched with her own cunt cream, foaming up with Derek's hot cock spume.
Derek pumped. His furious jabs had him creaming, climaxing in a never ending stream of jizz. Marilyn's foamy goo was sizzling hot. He drove his prick into her pussy, bathing her with his boiling spume, skewering her to the depths of her cunt. Her searing pussy juice made it easy to plow in. With a slippery ease, his prick sliced into her.
His balls erupted again and again. His prick throbbed with another hot load of rupturing jizz. Her cunt muscles tugged furiously around his prick, urging him to spurt.
An onrush of orgasms attacked Marilyn's writhing body. She drove up with her hips, feeling his stabbing prick head reaching deep. She moaned when his exploding cock drilled through her foamy pussy.
He was stabbing at a relentless pace. She watched him pumping into her, watching his face as he climaxed.
Violent plunges into her cunt drove him to pound harder. The squishy heat of her cunt was making him cream more. He saturated her cunt with his hot cock liquid.
Marilyn groaned. Derek was pouring his load into her, never stopping for an instant to pound her ferociously into the mattress. His exploding cock dug deep. She creamed again and again.
Derek slammed. His erupting prick sliced at a quick haphazard speed. His squirting jism never ceased spewing. It kept pouring out of his prick head. Steady streams of jism gushed from his prick in continuous pulsing squirts until he moaned in joyous reverie. His squirts never stopped.
His hot spume triggered a sizzling orgasm through her body that had her floating in heaven. She jerked wildly. Her hips lunged. Her cunt oozed with a gooey cream, greasing his prick that plowed into her. His squirting prick kept slicing into her wet cunt, making her climax over and over again.
She arched upward, letting his slamming thrusts skewer her cunt while orgasms sizzled through her climaxing pussy. She didn't think about who was fucking her only the pleasure that was soaring through her limbs. From her head to her toes, she climaxed, her eyes fluttering wildly. Her hips humped vigorously. Her cunt creamed easily.
While Derek slammed into her, the blunt end of his prick head squished into the buttery heat of her cunt. He dug through her grabbing cunt muscles, reaching bottom. With a slashing movement, he fucked his cock through her pussy, his prick erupting with a torrent of hot spume.
Her cunt felt rich and creamy as the tip of his prick slashed into her pussy at breakneck speed. His squirts of jism pulsed out of his prick and reached the inner depths of her creamy pussy when he lunged. He pounded fiercely, slashed recklessly.
Orgasms flared up in Marilyn's body. His rate of speed had her creaming. When he dove into the buttery heat of her pussy, she let out a moan and drove her hips upward, his slicking prick filling her completely, slamming to the bottom.
Marilyn felt each fabulous plunge into her pussy as he crammed his prick into her. They both were creaming, both were moaning, floating in the passion that sizzled through them.
In the midst of their orgasm, each knew what they were doing was wrong. It only strengthened their lust, increased their passion and kept them going.
Derek's green eyes watched Marilyn below him. She was his dream girl. Her naked tits jiggled before his eyes. Her hips were humping at a rhythmic pace to match his speed. He sliced into her cunt at a whipping pace, his eyes still on her, watching her writhe on his cock. He slashed into her with a fevered rage.
Her cunt squished with both their juice his hot spume and her foamy cream. Beneath Derek, she writhed feverishly, raising her cunt for his seething load of jism. While orgasms raged through her pussy, she lay steeped in passion, letting him fuck her at his wild pace.
Derek plunged rapidly. His stream of jism was exploding out of his prick in countless spurts. Her cunt was hot and wet, and he couldn't stop creaming. He was raging with lust.
Minutes later, they both were coming down from the drastic heights of bliss. Orgasms skittered throughout her body.
Derek's pulsing squirts were less frequent. He slammed into her cunt, his prick releasing the last few loads of spume. His once hard prick was shrinking in size. He let out a grunt and whipped his prick in and out of Marilyn's cunt, feeling his jism slowing down.
Marilyn's senselsss moaning had ceased. She stared up at Derek as he pumped out of her juicy cunt.
He stopped, looking steadily into her eyes. "You mad?"
"No!" Marilyn sighed. "I loved it."
"I better take you back to your car, huh?"
"I think so."
Derek climbed off her and awkwardly fumbled with the zipper on his pants.
Marilyn pulled her panties back on and fixed her dress.
Later that night, Marilyn crawled into bed. What had happened couldn't be helped. Derek had been wonderful, the Reverend even better. Tomorrow was a new day, and it would all be forgotten, she hoped, yet with the gnawing dissatisfaction she felt, she knew something had to change.
CHAPTER TEN
Marilyn woke up horny to thelight of dawn. Maybe Derek was right. A boyfriend was what she needed to settle herself down. Giggling to herself, she thought of Derek, the beer, and the fuck in the van. Yes, it was time she ventured out and snagged Ray. A good healthy jump was what she needed, not jogging.
She twisted and turned in bed. Last night, Derek had been great. Her pussy was wet, thinking about it, her body sweaty, sizzling hot.
Hopping out of bed, she flew to the closet to pick out the perfect outfit to snag Ray, the owner of the bicycle shop. She had known him when her husband was alive, and they were friends.
Her cunt pulsed steadily. God, she needed a fuck! She saw the best outfit for Ray. A tight top and even tighter purple shorts.
She felt exhilarated. It was a gorgeous day. She drove to the shop, climbed out of the car. She could see Ray behind the large window talking to a customer. She approachedd the store, entered through the glass doors.
"Hi, Ray," Marilyn sighed. Her voice trembled. "How have you been?"
"Fine. Just fine." He gave her the once over. "How about if I show you what I've got?"
"Mmmmm, I'm interested in bicycles. Not what you've got," she replied, looking him over from head to toe and sweeping her eyes slowly up his taut muscular frame. He was loaded with muscles. Her cunt seeped just looking.
He liked the way she was staring. "This way."
Marilyn jutted out her tits, followed him to the other side of the store. "I was going to show you this bike, but I think it's too large for you."
Marilyn gave him one of her sexy smiled. "I was thinking . . . ahhhh ... of something fast. Do you have anything like that?"
Her cunt began to twitch excitedly. She wondered what his cock looked like, how it would fit inside her cunt, and she was going to find out.
"I don't think you'd like that one," Ray said, grinning at her. His groin was tightening. "It's too large a frame for your build. I think this one matches your purple shorts. The perfect ten speed for you."
His cock bulged beneath his pants, tugging, pulsing. He was hot, had been for days. Marilyn was definitely flirting, and being a friend of her late husband for so long, he wasn't sure how to approach her.
The other customer had left, giving Marilyn the perfect opportunity to strut her stuff. She stepped closer to Ray.
"I think I'll see how this bike fits." She smiled at him, lifted one leg, raised it high in the air. The crotch of her shorts crept up into her cunt. She straddled the man's bike, rocked her hips and grazed her ass along the length of the seat.
Ray swallowed hard, gulped down the lump in his throat. She was sexy, someone he'd love to throw a fuck into.
Marilyn squeezed her cunt into the seat, bent over in an exaggerated motion, and grabbed the handles.
Ray gulped again. Jesus, he could see her tits! No bra. He eyed the gorgeous globes of tit meat. "Wouldn't you prefer a woman's bike?"
Marilyn swerved the handles back and forth. Ray was watching her. She knew her tits were jumping from side to side and it was getting her hot. "I like this bike. A nice strong man's bike. Would it be all right if I rode it outside?"
"Sure. Here, let me help you." He grabbed the seat as Marilyn climbed off the bike and walked it to the door. "It's well built," he said, staring into her eyes. "Like you are."
Marilyn's cunt twinged. "Why, thank you, Ray."
"You look great, Marilyn. How long has it been since I've seen you last?"
"Over a year." Her eyes twinkled. "How are you doing? Find a girl to settle down with?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Can't find someone as good looking as you."
"Ray, you always were a flatterer. It's been a while since I rode a bike ... I hope I can ride this one without breaking my neck."
Ray laughed. "You'll do all right."
Tingles sizzled through Marilyn's body. She could see his muscles through his summer shirt. Again, she raised a long leg as high as it would go and straddled the bike once they were outside.
Carefully, she squished her cunt into the seat, noticed that Ray's eyes were on her lush long legs. God, she was horny! Her hands were shaking. She lifted herself off and slammed her feet on the pedals. Precariously, she rode the bike, swaying and swerving in the parking lot.
She looked up at Ray, drooled at his husky frame and lost her balance. In the next instant, she crashed. The bike fell and she landed on the pavement.
Ray bolted after her.
"Are you all right?" He helped her up, noticed the scrapes, blood, and scratches on her legs and elbows.
"I'm fine . . . really ..."
He hoisted her to her feet and helped her walk through the store to his office. She sat on a chair as Ray went into the connecting bathroom.
Ray returned with some bandages.
"What are you staring at?" Ray asked with a smirk.
Her eyes had found his hard on by accident, then drifted up to his smiling handsome face. "Your cock."
For a long dazed moment, they stared at one another. She hoped he would do something. He hoped that she wanted to.
Ray crouched down in front of her. Without a word, he placed his hands on her thighs and began rubbing. His hands smoothed up her legs, softly caressing.
Marilyn grabbed his hands, pushed them under her flimsy top. She squirmed in the chair. "Ray . . . Ray . . . you've got my tits ..."
Her tits were pulpy and hot in his grasp. Ray was gentle in his touch, yet forceful. He plied the warm flesh of her tits, his cock bulging.
Marilyn rubbed the backs of his hands. He was rougher now, scouring her tit flesh, squeezing her tits tighter. She leaned back in the chair, savoring the squeezes. "It feels good, Ray!"
She guided both his hands down her body to the elastic band of her shorts.
"Pull them down," she whispered. With her hands on his, she helped him tug her shorts down along with her panties.
Ray spread her legs, stared at her bare cunt. The pink pussy slit was already wet, oozing with gooey cunt sauce. He rubbed her thighs, smoothing up to her warm cunt.
His eyes burned with lust. His cock was thumping violently. He stood up, yanked off his pants and shorts. His prick leaped out.
Marilyn's drooling mouth opened. She grabbed his hips, pulled him closer. Her wet mouth touched his prick head, her tongue gliding around the bulky width of his cock shaft.
"Christ . . . Marilyn . . . suck it!" He jammed his hips forward, rammed the entire length of his cock down her throat. "Your mouth is hot! Christ, keep sucking!"
Marilyn's mouth engulfed his hard beam of cock meat. She relished the taste of his seeping jizz, feeling the steel hard cock shaft with her lips and gliding tongue. Spit coated his prick. Her mouth bobbed up and down the hulking length.
With her hands on his hips, she kept him still. Her lips glided effortlessly up and down his cock until she stopped at his prick head. His prick was bloated and silky wet. Her tongue slithered around the cock ridge. With the tip of her tongue, she felt his bulging veins and then gobbled his cock to the base. Her mouth watered.
She stopped at his groin, his cock hair tickling her nose. She breathed deep, letting the bloated cock shaft pulse inside her throat. Neither of them moved an inch.
"I've got to fuck you, Marilyn." He gazed down at her. She was gliding her lips off his prick. "On the floor."
Marilyn slid off the chair to the carpet, spread her legs wide. She humped her cunt at him.
Ray fell on top of her, rammed his prick up her hot pulsing pussy. He pounded hard, but slow.
"Ray ... it feels so good ..." she panted deliriously.
She grabbed him around the neck, held onto his shoulders. He was fucking her easy, and she loved it. Her cunt pulsed around the bulky width of his cock shaft.
Ray dug deep, panting. Marilyn raised her cunt up to him, trying to pick up the tempo. She arched her back, rammed her cunt up with a hungry voracious thrust.
"Oh, Ray . . . you're reaching all the way inside me." Marilyn was pumping up and down, her ass banging the carpet. Her cunt pulsed. Juice poured from her pussy slit. His bulky cock sliced deep.
Hot sudsy pussy juice saturated his cock shaft. His bloated prick head eased through the buttery depths and skewered slowly.
Ray fought the urge to hammer. His prick, bloated and pulsing with jizz, reached deep inside her cunt, and he grunted loudly. His cock shaft was glazed over with her buttery juices, and he used skill in his slow lunges. Her cunt was satiny soft, drenched with her sticky pussy sauce.
Ray was stunned. Her cunt was gripping his prick, tugging on the bloated length. Her pussy was so hot, wet and deliciously tight. The bubbly depths of her cunt was almost too much for him. He repressed the impulse to climax. He held his breath, dug deep. Marilyn was squishy wet. He could feel the boiling jism within him reaching an exploding point.
Thick cum poured out of him. He sprayed her hot wet cunt with all the power he could muster.
"Yeah . . . cream me!" Marilyn viciously attacked his cock, jammed upward with her hips, and whacked her creaming pussy into his hard body. He was full of muscle. She ran her hands over his back, her fingers kneading his taut tendons. His cock punched through her cunt lips, whacked to the bottom, and squirted.
Panting and delirious, Marilyn couldn't hold back her hungry moans, urging him on. "Cream me, Ray! Give me all your cum!"
"You cream me too," Ray groaned between hungry thrusts. He drilled deep. Her searing hot cunt hole was making him spill out all his hot cum.
"You're gonna make me cum," Marilyn groaned.
They were panting wildly, keeping the hot slow pace. Cream flooded her cunt as Ray sliced into her gooey pussy hole. Ray kept exploding. Sudsy jism erupted from his prick head as her greedy cunt muscles grabbed his prick shaft.
"Ray . . . Ray ..." she panted hungrily, vigorously slapping her cunt into him.
When he slammed down, she whipped her cunt upward, his cock shaft digging, probing. She moaned deep and low, echoing her passion.
Ray never tired. He sliced deep and hard, kept up the slashing pace, hearing her cunt squish. "Jesus, you're wet!"
His rigid cock shaft let go another load. Marilyn felt the endless shower of jism and groaned in response. It triggered orgasms of an incredible strength inside her. Her clit mashed into his groin. His cock shaft whipped through her pussy.
His bulb shaped cock head kept squirting. His cock was bloated with pulsing blood and swollen with spouting jism. He was breathlessly grunting on top of her, his eyes glazed, staring into Marilyn's face.
Their bodies clashed over and over again. He suddenly thrust forward, exerting his strength, recklessly impaling her with his jism swollen hard on.
Marilyn returned his humping thrusts. His prick was thick and stiff inside her. She moaned as he drilled deep. Their bodies whacked together. He crammed the full length of his cock up her cunt. She jammed her pussy upward for him.
He bore into the buttery depths with a slow ease. They both were creaming, both were exploding with passion. Every bulky inch of his giant cock shaft was thumping. Every inch of her humping body was burning with passion. They both pumped in rhythm.
Marilyn gripped his plunging body. He thrust his cock into her. She threw her head back and moaned blissfully, his bloated cock shaft squirting inside her cunt. She wanted more, craved more.
Ray thrust his giant prick through her cunt, through her twitching muscles. With punching jabs, he fucked her, his body, a solid mass of muscle, plummeting. His solid lump of prick meat was draining. Soon, he would have no more jism to give her.
Marilyn humped upward when he dove down. She met his rapid thrusts, loving every bulky inch of his cock.
Marilyn's arms wound around him tightly as they both descended from the dizzying heights of bliss. Together, they floated back to reality, their bodies returning to normal.
Though Ray's cock shaft was draining, Marilyn was still creaming. A sudsy froth oozed from her cunt lips, dribbled down her pussy slit and wet her inner thighs.
He was persistent in his demonic plunges, his stream of jizz unloading. Jism spattered the deepest depths of her pussy. His hot cock spume streamed out in gushes.
The tip of his prick let go the final spouting wad of jizz. Marilyn arched up for more, her clit rubbing against his hairy groin, her cunt getting the last of his load. His jism swollen cock was only a memory as the squirts of spume stopped.
She blinked up at him, rubbing his arms.
"Ray," she said, "You left the door open."
"Christ, I hope nobody saw us!" He looked at the door, then at Marilyn. She looked back at him. They both burst out laughing.
"I guess we got carried away." Ray leaned into her, kissed her. He came up smiling. "Christ, hurry and get your clothes On before someone does walk in."
"The bike's still outside," she said, tugging on her shorts and straightening her top.
"Who cares about the bike. You are fabulous."
"So are you, Ray. Mmmmmm you were good. And you know what?"
"What?" Ray zipped up his pants and shoved his shirt inside.
"I'm buying the bike."
During the next hour, Ray checked that no damage was done, adjusted the brakes, and hauled the fancy purple bike into Marilyn's car.
Marilyn left with a smile, a satisfied cunt and a brand new ten speed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Marilyn was in the shower when the doorbell rang. Quickly, she shut off the water, jumped out of the tub, and wrapped a towel around herself. She scampered barefoot downstairs.
"Who is it?" she yelled through the closed door.
"It's me. Eddie. Let me in."
Marilyn opened the door, saw Eddie Manns, her neighbor. He crossed the sill, grabbed her in the living room.
"What are you doing, Eddie?"
"I want you." He kissed her roughly. "We want you."
Suddenly, her eyes burst open. He had someone with him.
"What what is this!" She stepped back, pressing the towel to her tits. Her eyes darted.
"We're both going to fuck you," Eddie said.
"What! Just because ... if you think ..." Before she could utter another word, Eddie grabbed her, swept her off her feet.
"You were so good the other day, I came back for more," Eddie said, carrying her upstairs. His friend trailed behind them.
Marilyn was clutching him around the neck, knowing what would happen next. Her mind became dizzy with the thought.
He bounced her on the bed. "Now . . . don't fight us. You're gonna have the time of your life!"
Eddie fell to the bed, his friend on the other side.
"Eddie!" She was between both men, not knowing what to do.
Eddie held her down while his friend ripped off her towel. Eddie kissed her first, his tongue probing her mouth. He came up, panting deliriously.
"You're going to like her ass, Jim. She was great the other day." Eddie dove on her mouth, frantically kissing her.
Both men grabbed what flesh they could. Feverish hands were all over her. Marilyn was powerless, struck dumb by their sudden overpowering strength.
Marilyn squirmed. Her ass bumped into Jim's rigid prick while her cunt smacked into Eddie's stiff cock shaft.
Eddie was still kissing her when he slipped his cock into her pussy slit greased with hot cunt juices.
Marilyn rocked from one cock to the other. Eddie was quick, stuffing her pussy with his slicing meaty prick. Fast paced lunges skewered her cunt.
"You in her ass yet, Jim?" Eddie was fucking his way through her juicy pussy.
Marilyn groaned, breathless, overheated. She was dazed from the two men. Eddie was thumping his cock into her cunt while Jim sunk into the tiny ring of her ass.
Jim was punching his cock head in and out of her puckered asshole. Here, she was tight, gripping tight. The stiff point of his prick jerked in and out, quick and fast.
The rigid pricks of both men punched into her from each side. She uttered moans of bliss, her body jerking from one prick to the other.
The men alternated their thrusts, working to give Marilyn the most pleasure. The plunging cock in her cunt had her creaming in seconds, climaxing in a fiery rage. The quick punches in her ass had her moaning.
"I'm " She never finished the sentence. Passion had her speechless. Orgasms overwhelmed her, kept her twisting at the peak.
Eddie jammed into her cunt with his fast pace. He was locked onto her mouth, his hips wrenching forward. His cock stabbed quick and hard. He was ready to spew his jizz.
Jim crammed only his prick head into her ass, stuffing her halfway. Her might ass was grabbing his cock, urging his jism to erupt.
Crammed between the two, Marilyn climaxed uncontrollably, both her holes being fucked. She jammed her cunt on Eddie's prick and howled. Orgasms took her to heaven.
Jim speared her from behind. She jerked her ass on the fat head of his prick and twisted. Eddie was fucking the length of his cock into her pussy. She was being mangled by two cocks at once.
Both men were boiling in their own passion. Their raging hard pricks ready. At the same time, the two wet and rigid cocks exploded. Marilyn's body was buttery and warm, and they both dove into her holes, working overtime.
Jim's quick strokes in her ass held him seething in passion while her ass sucked out his jism. He punctured the ring of her ass with the spearing tip of his prick, wetting her gripping pussy with his steamy goo.
Eddie's purplish veined prick hacked away at her hot wet pussy. His pace was fast but measured. The hot jizz overloaded her pulsing pussy, flooding her to the brim. He spewed all his jism into her, his lower body in a perpetual plunging motion.
Marilyn was writhing. The pangs of orgasm were controlling her. She whacked her cunt on Eddie's spouting cock and rammed her ass on Jim's spitting tip. The jism of both men burned through her holes.
Hips lunged. Cocks drilled quick, hungry and fast. Their bloated pricks would soon be done. Eddie's hulking cock entered her pussy while Jim withdrew his prick from her ass. Alternating plunges kept them in bliss and kept her climaxing in a torrent.
Marilyn's cunt was oozing. Eddie's prick was unloading.
"Marilyn you're fantastic!" The gripping tight depths of her cunt was mind boggling while Eddie squirted his bursts of jism.
Eddie thrust deep inside her, giving her the last of his load. Jim sank his cock into her ass the final jolt. Both men were quickly draining their loads. Both were almost done, their orgasms diminishing.
All were completely drained when Eddie and Jim withdrew their pricks. Marilyn was left in the shadows of what bliss left behind. Her eyes fluttered, still wedged in between both men. "Geez, what a fuck you both gave me."
They both caressed her tenderly, their pricks dripping cum juice on the sheets.
Minutes later, Jim left the bedroom and went downstairs.
Eddie snuggled up to Marilyn, his hand smoothing up and down her slender back. "Now that we're alone, I think we ought to talk."
"Mmmmm, what do you mean?" Marilyn looked up at him.
"I think the three of us can become very good friends."
"I don't know," Marilyn said, softly sighing. "Convince me."
Jim returned to the bedroom with refreshments from the kitchen. The three of them spent the entire afternoon fucking until Marilyn was delirious. Not only did she have one boyfriend. She now had two.
