Paul loved his wife. Yes, there was a but. As often happens with personality quirks, her sexual submissiveness had begun to annoy him. He rather enjoyed it when they were dating and the first couple of months after they married. He didn't understand how she could be so self-confident in everything else, and be so unable to express herself about sex.
Once he got her going, she was as eager as any woman he had ever bedded. Getting her started was the problem. He wished she would be more assertive. She could take the lead once in a while, couldn't she? Why did she always hint and beat around the bush about what she wanted? Lately, he had begun to stop at his favorite pub for a couple of drinks to fortify himself for the customary evening ordeal.
The table was set and dinner was ready when he came home.
"Hello, darling," Rachel said gaily. "Did you get delayed at the office?"
"Had to work on a big tax return for an important client," he replied evasively. He didn't want to tell her that he stopped for a couple drinks. "What's for dinner?"
"Don't you want to give me a kiss?" she said playfully.
Dutifully, he gave her a kiss without putting his arms around her. She took a step back and looked at him dourly.
"Can't you do better than that? Wouldn't you like to put a little zest in it? If you want, you can even add a little tongue action."
He put his arms around her and gave her another kiss, one that had some fire and lots of tongue action.
"There, is that better?"
"Much." She patted his cheek lovingly. "I fixed a pot roast. It's ready. You don't have time for a shower."
"That's okay. I'll take one later."
Rachel put the meat on the table and sat down. "How was your day?" she asked.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," Paul replied. "The life of a Certified Public Accountant is actually quite dull, you know. How are you coming on your latest book?"
"I get tired of writing boring romance novels following a set formula," she said. "I'm doing something a little different this time. It's taking a lot of research."
"Why don't you use one of those research outfits that cater to writers?"
"They're so impersonal. I don't want to fight with them over what I want. The ones I've read about are mostly clipping services and they don't have what I want anyway."
"Well, maybe you ought to hire an assistant," he said. He let his mind wander. Getting between the legs of another woman once in a while would be fun. Especially someone like Sheila Wagner. He just knew she would give a guy a really wild ride. Trying to bang her was out of the question, of course. His boss would can his ass on the spot if he made even a mild pass at his wife. "I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
"I said that might not be a good idea," Rachel said.
"Oh?" Paul said. "Why not?"
"Well, I do work at home, darling. If I hired someone to do research for me, it would be a woman. I don't know if I want another woman hanging around all the time. She might get ideas about you."
"Probably not. Good dinner, as usual. You're a good cook."
"Thank you. I'll bring dessert and coffee."
She served homemade cherry cobbler topped with vanilla ice cream and fresh, piping hot coffee.
"Are you trying to butter me up for something?" he teased.
"Do you want to make love to me tonight? I know you're tired, but I thought you might want to unwind. I took a bath just before you came home."
Her pussy suddenly got absolutely squishy. She wanted to suck her husband's cock so badly she could already feel it stretching her mouth wide open. And her clit ached terribly for his dynamic tongue. She simply couldn't bring herself to tell him outright how she felt.
He liked her fastidious nature. He didn't like that she always asked if he wanted to do something when she really meant that she wanted him to do it.
"I'm not that tired," he said. "If you want me to make love to you, why don't you just say so?"
She ignored his question. "Do you want my pussy or my ass? Or maybe you would like to cum in my mouth."
"What do you want?"
"However you want it, darling. You know that I like whatever you do."
"We'll see," he replied.
"You go take your shower. I'll clear the table and meet you in the bedroom."
Rachel quickly cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher. She hurried to the bedroom and put on what she called her titless teddy that Paul liked. She stretched out on the bed and waited.
He came into the bedroom and looked at his beautiful, voluptuous wife. The sight of her large, firm tits sticking out of the top of her teddy made his cock stiffen with a sudden surge of blood.
His entire consciousness drained into the head of his prick. The memory of how her tight pussy felt enfolding his cock dissolved his earlier annoyance. He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it slowly.
She eyed his cock covertly. She imagined wrapping her lips around his throbbing staff and sucking eagerly until he filled her mouth with hot cream. He knelt on the bed and reached over to squeeze her left tit. She suppressed an excited shiver. Fortunately, he was taking the initiative and steering events in the direction she wanted them to go. She wanted his cock, but she couldn't take the lead.
He leaned forward and put his lips against hers. She parted her lips and let his tongue slide into her mouth. He held the kiss for a long time, fucking her mouth with his tongue and mashing his lips against hers. When he broke the kiss, she was breathing deeply and a faint flush covered her face and chest.
He gazed at her bare tits and nibbled her delicious nipples. "They're gorgeous," he muttered. He put his hand in her crotch and began to rub her pussy through the thin crotch of her teddy.
She could let her desire and passions show openly now. "Oh, that feels good," she whispered. "I love it when you play with my tits and suck my nipples."
He took both of her tits in his hands and began to knead the supple mounds gently. "Maybe almost as much as I like to do it," he said. "I like to play touchy-feely with you." His mouth moved from tit to tit, sucking and gently nipping her extra-large nipples.
"That's even better," she said softly. "You really know how to turn me on."
"I like to turn you on."
"My pussy is so wet!" she whispered.
"Really? I'd better check it for myself, just to be sure you aren't telling me a little white lie." He pulled the crotch of her teddy aside and slid his middle finger into her humid slit. "Well, what do you know?" he said softly. "It is pretty wet."
She pushed the straps of her teddy off her shoulders. "Take it off," she whispered hotly. "I want to be totally naked for you."
"Now that's an offer I can't refuse!" he chuckled.
He stripped her teddy off and rubbed it over his face before tossing it aside. She snickered at his audacious act and spread her legs wide. He looked at her naked body and his prick throbbed fiercely.
"Your body actually glows when you get turned on," he said, awed by her voluptuous beauty. He trailed his fingers along the inside of her thigh. "Smooth, as smooth as warm silk. It feels great just to touch you."
"You're just horny," she chuckled. She pulled her knees back until they touched her stiff nipples, tilting her ass off the bed. She knew he liked to fondle the cheeks of her ass.
He caressed her smooth buttocks affectionately. "Yes, I'm horny, but there's more to it than that. I like to see you naked and touch you even when I'm not horny. I'm wild about you, baby."
She lowered her legs and reached up with one hand and gripped his pulsing prick. She adored the size of his long throbbing organ. It filled her pussy so perfectly and he knew how to use it to give her the maximum pleasure.
He stretched out next to her and began to fondle her tits again. She tightened her fist around his cock and turned her face toward him. He kissed her and pushed his tongue into her mouth with zealous eagerness. She quivered ever so slightly as his tongue slid over hers. Their tongues twisted and twirled with keen desire, thrust and parried impetuously. Tremendously excited, their carnal fervor built by leaps and bounds. He withdrew his tongue and looked into his wife's eyes.
"Fucking your mouth with my tongue is fun, but I know another place to put it that's more fun," he said.
"Oh?" she said, playing along with his little game. "And where is that?"
"Oh, your tantalizing pussy, for instance."
"What's so tantalizing about my pussy?"
"It's so tasty and it's part of your body. Every part of your body is tantalizing."
"You have a silver tongue," she laughed.
"When I get it in your pussy, you'll think it's golden. I'll have you begging for more before I lick your clit like crazy and get you off."
"Don't you always?"
"I sure give it all I've got."
"Indeed you do."
Her transformation from submissive to aggressive when she got hot perplexed him. He wished she would start out that way! He caressed the inside of her right thigh, the inside of her left thigh, then covered her mound with his palm. He loved the feel of her chubby, hairy mound under his hand.
"Play with my clit, darling!" she said eagerly. "Stick your fingers in my cunt and fuck me with them!"
He chuckled. "Make up your mind which you want," he teased.
"Both!" she exclaimed. "That always excites me so much!"
"Don't I know it! You just like to have your pussy stuffed full."
"Yeah," she agreed avidly. "As long as it's something of yours that's doing the stuffing."
His fingers danced sprightly over her pussy. He held the long lips of her cunt between his fingers and stretched them as far as they would go. He tickled her clit lightly with the tip of his finger. He held two fingers together and pumped them vigorously in and out of her drizzling honey pot. The longer he pleasured her pussy, the harder and more eager his cock became. He didn't let matters progress too quickly. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, let it evolve at a gradual pace.
She ooohed and aaahed and cooed and sighed and squirmed happily. "Lick me, darling," she moaned. "Please, baby, put your tongue in my slit and lick me good!"
"I thought you wanted me to play with your pussy," he teased.
"And it feels so good, baby, but I need your tongue in me."
"You're pretty hot, huh?"
"My pussy is on fire!" she whimpered.
"And you think my tongue is a fire extinguisher?"
"No, it'll make me hotter!" she wailed. "But I want you to go down on me! Fuck me with your tongue! Lick my clit! I need it so badly, baby! Lick my pussy, baby! Lick it good!"
"Well, if that's what you want."
He stretched out on his belly between her legs and began to tease her hot snatch with the tip of his tongue. Her body began to undulate and toss rhythmically. Just the light, teasing touches of his tongue were nearly enough to push her over the brink of ecstasy.
He knew just how to turn her on with his tongue. She liked for him to slide his tongue slowly up and down her slit for a little while, gradually increasing the tempo. When his tongue finally settled on her clit and began to flick at top speed, her pussy would explode and she would fill his mouth with her savory juice.
Tonight, she was too much on edge to endure his usual pleasurable dalliance. "Faster, baby, faster!" she gasped. "Oh, darling, I need to cum! Lick my clit, baby, and make me cum! Oh, darling, I love the way you lick me!"
He put the tip of his tongue on top of her quivering clit and began to vibrate it rapidly. The faster he licked, the more carried away she became. She threw her legs over his shoulders and literally threw her twat at his mouth. He put his hand under the cheeks of her ass and began to tickle her asshole with the tip of one finger.
"Ahhh, darling, that's wonderful!" she panted. "I'm about ready to give you my juice, darling! Going to squirt your mouth full!"
He knew some women could squirt when they came. His wife was the only one he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing personally. He caressed her buttocks and toyed with her asshole as his tongue continued to beat her clit fiercely.
"Oh, darling, I love the way you lick my clit," she moaned. Her body was bouncing up and down so urgently she made the bed rattle. "Get it good, baby. Stick your finger in my asshole and lick my clit, baby!"
He stuck his finger in her tight little asshole and continued to lick her clit as fast as he could, pushing her closer and closer to the moment of orgasmic triumph. He could hardly wait to lick up every drop of her passionate juice as it shot out of her torrid hole.
She gasped and grunted and tossed and twisted wildly. "I'm just about there, baby. You're really getting me, baby. Oh, darling, I'm burning all over. Wiggle your finger in my asshole and keep licking my clit, baby! Oh, yes, I'm there, baby! I'm cumming!"
She didn't have to tell him she was cumming. Her tumultuous body movements announced the arrival of her climax quite clearly. He slithered his tongue up and down her gushing gash. He eagerly licked up the fruits of her orgasm and kept her quaking clit agitated so her climax wouldn't end before she experienced the ultimate ecstasy.
CHAPTER TWO
Paul kissed Rachel's cunt tenderly and lifted his head. "Delightful," he chuckled.
"It was fantastic, darling." She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at him. "I don't often fantasize when we make love. For some reason, I did just now."
"What did you fantasize about?"
"I had this weird feeling that I was standing in the door of a bedroom, watching a man lick a woman. My thoughts got all mixed up and I became her and she became me and, well, I don't know how to describe it, but I started cumming real hard."
"I wondered why you were more turned on than usual. Did you recognize the people?"
"No. I couldn't see them that well."
"Was the woman naked?"
"Of course, silly! She was lying on her back with her legs spread and this guy had his head between her legs, just the way you were with me. She was squeezing her tits and pulling her nipples and moaning and I could actually hear him slurping while he licked her pussy. I couldn't believe how real it seemed."
"How did her tits look?" he asked. "Were they as big and pretty as yours?"
"Well, they looked just like mine," she mused. She grinned and bumped his chin with her pubic mound. "Oh, you! You're too interested in what she looked liked."
He rubbed his chin through her pubic hair. "Was her bush as thick as yours?"
"Yes. And the prettiest red color." Suddenly, she knew who the woman was. She couldn't tell her husband. He would never understand. Not in a million years. "Why are you so interested in another woman?"
"Normal male curiosity."
"Well, you just direct your normal male curiosity to what's under your chin and suck me off again. Only this time, fuck me with your tongue and lick my clit."
"You're a greedy little vixen," he laughed.
"Yeah, and my pussy needs some more licking."
He looked down at her plump mound, at the pussy dew and saliva still glistening in the thick curls, and asked, "In your fantasy, could it have been another woman with her head between the woman's legs?"
"Yeah, it might have been," she replied. She knew damn well it was. It was her!
He covered her long gash with his mouth and thrust his tongue into her bubbling honey pot. He extended his tongue as far as it would go into her tight channel and licked the slick walls.
"Ahhh, yes, baby, that's the way. Fuck me with your tongue."
He pumped his tongue in and out of her sopping hole several times, withdrew it and sucked her hole, then began to tongue-fuck her again. She humped her ass and wiggled her hips in gratitude.
"Good," she murmured. "So good."
He flattened his tongue and dragged it up her humid slit. She shivered and goose bumps popped up all over her body when his tongue skittered over her erect clit. She reached into her crotch with both hands and peeled her cunt lips wide apart.
"Lick my clit," she implored breathlessly.
He fondled her sensitive love button tenderly with his soft tongue. He started slowly and increased the tempo as her hips twisted and her ass bounced up and down on the bed. He loved to lick her clit. She showed her appreciation so openly and always went off like a Roman candle.
"I really love the way you use your tongue, lover," she whispered passionately. "I think cumming on your tongue is my favorite way to get off. Lick me good, baby. I'm almost there. I'm going to cum so good for you!"
He closed his lips around her prominent clit and began to lick faster. The movement of her hips and ass became more graphic, more frantic. She squealed and flopped onto her back as a powerful orgasm washed over her.
He opened his mouth wider and put his lower lip below her hole. Her delectable juice spurted into his mouth. He accepted every drop with the utmost delight.
The profound urgency to get his cock drained consumed his mind. Licking his wife to orgasm twice had turned his prick into a frantically pulsating hunk of painful flesh. Overwhelming waves of passionate excitement besieged him.
He rose to his knees and thrust his hips forward. His stiff prick stuck out over her belly. "Look at this thing," he said. "It's about to burst."
She sat up and looked at his dick. "It's absolutely beautiful, darling. Straddle me and come up here."
He straddled her and she stretched her legs straight out in front of her. She wrapped her right fist around his rigid love muscle and began to stroke it gently.
"It's so long and thick and hot and hard. I like to play with it."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Hmmmm, maybe take it in my mouth. Would you like that?" Her tongue flicked out and curled around the knob. "Do you want me to suck you off?"
"Whatever you want," he replied. "The way you're stroking it feels pretty damn good."
"Am I doing it right?'
"Perfectly," he said. "You handle me very well. I like the way you squeeze when you move your hand forward. It feels like you're milking me."
"You think I'd make a good little milkmaid, huh?"
"All the farm workers would beat down the barn door to get in," he chuckled.
"Probably just the men," she giggled. "Girls don't have anything to pull." She cupped his balls in her left hand and rolled them gently. "That's where your delicious, warm juice is stored. I'm going to get every drop of it out of you." She began to lick the end of his prick and slide her right hand up and down the full length of his shaft.
"Ahhh, baby, you really know how to make love to a cock," he mumbled breathlessly.
She paused in her licking and grinned. "You're just saying that so I'll keep doing it," she teased.
He hefted one of her tits in his left hand and smoothed her hair with his right hand.
"Do you want me to jack you off and let you shoot on my tits? Or should I suck you off and eat your cum?"
"Jesus, baby, you're hotter than usual."
"For some reason, I feel especially bawdy tonight," she laughed. That damn fantasy really turned her on. Why had she thought about Margo and her tasty twat anyway?
He squeezed her hefty tit. "I like you this way," he said.
She stopped licking his cock and tilted her head up. He bent down and covered her wet lips with his. His desire swelled higher as his tongue slithered into her mouth.
He savored her sweet saliva and explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue. He slid his right hand behind her head and tangled his fingers in her silky tresses. His left hand moved from one tit to the other, caressing the large, springy mounds.
She stroked his cock and massaged his balls as she held her mouth open for his tongue, sucking and nibbling at it. He broke the kiss and pulled her head forward, silently imploring her to suck his cock.
Her lips touched his bloated cockhead. His muscles trembled and a deep groan rumbled out of his chest. She tenderly licked the entire bulb, then tilted her head back and gazed at it hungrily. She began to pant. His cock began to twitch and throb. Her pink tongue flicked out and stabbed at the slit in the tip of his prick. She opened her mouth wide and took the knob between her lips. He swallowed dryly and stared down at her face, at his cock lodged in her mouth.
She alternately sucked and curled her tongue around the bare knob. She moved her head forward slowly. His prick slid into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat.
"Damn, I'm getting the full treatment tonight," he muttered.
She couldn't talk with her mouth full, so she hummed joyfully to let him know how she felt. She sucked hard and his hips jerked forward. She pressed his fiery meat against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and began to bob her head back and forth as she sucked for all she was worth. She put both hands on his chest. She lightly scratched his nipples and pinched the hard little studs between her sharp nails. Her warm saliva flowed down the shaft of his cock and trickled onto his balls.
The sight of his gorgeous wife gobbling his cock made the sensations flowing through his mushroom into full bloom. His hips began rocking back and forth in rhythm with the bobbing of her head. She hummed with happiness as she fucked herself in the mouth with his ramrod.
The giddy sensations drove him rapidly toward the ecstatic peak of a lusty climax. He felt his cum gathering, ballooning into a knot of fiery urgency. He felt a nearly overwhelming temptation to let it snatch him to the heights of bliss. He clenched his teeth and held his orgasm back so he could watch his beautiful wife fuck her mouth voraciously with his prick.
Her head began to bob faster. The slurpy, sucking sounds coming from her mouth became louder and more frantic. The trickle of saliva became a steady flow. The pressure of his orgasm became so intense that every muscle in his body quivered. He tried to shut down his mind, to get a grip on himself and postpone his climax.
Suddenly, she pulled her head back and let his tortured prong slide from her mouth. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The pressure diminished and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
She held his cockhead loosely in her right fist and moved her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. "You're very close to cumming, aren't you?" she murmured, her voice muffled against his cock.
"God, yes! Don't know long I can hold it back."
"Try, darling," she breathed against his prick as she fondled it with her lips and the tip of her tongue. "Hold it back as long as you can. I'll make it worth the wait. You can cum soon and let it shoot into my mouth. I'll swallow every drop of it. I want to eat your cum, darling. I want to make you feel so good."
She pressed his cock against his belly. She turned her face up and stuck her head between his legs. She lapped at his balls with swift strokes of her tongue. The tip of her tongue skittered further back, behind his swollen nuts, and probed at his asshole. She pulled his dick down and slid her hand smoothly up and down the shaft. Her eyes gleamed with sympathetic arousal as she provoked him into a roaring tumult of lascivious agitation.
Her unconventional action startled him. He groaned and trembled. Liquid fire lanced through him. His exhilaration lurched to nearly intolerable heights.
She lapped and nibbled the inside of his thighs. Saliva coated his cock and balls, and her cheeks and chin. Her hand made a squishy sound as it moved along his shaft. She dragged her tongue back up the length of his tingling spear, making it tremble and jerk. She looked at him over the head of his prick as she licked it languidly.
"How badly do you want to cum, baby?" she asked coyly.
He swallowed with difficulty. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath. "Real bad, honey," he rasped.
"Good. I'll let you cum if you promise to empty your balls for me. I want you to fill my mouth with your hot cream and give me lots to eat. Will you do that?"
"Yeah," he croaked.
She clutched the base of his cock with both hands and opened her mouth wide. She slid her tongue under his dick and guided it into her mouth. A groaning sigh burst from his mouth as her sexy, watery mouth cavern engulfed his spasming prick. She closed her lips around the shaft and sucked hard. The muscles in his thighs jerked into hard knots.
She stretched her lips to the limit, thrust her head forward, and swallowed the full length of his broad sword. She began to bob her head back and forth with an aggressive determination, stimulating him, forcing him toward a climax.
The strain of his approaching orgasm instantly swelled within him. He grabbed her head with both hands and fucked his cock into her mouth. Her head began to bob full tilt. Slurpy noises gurgled from her mouth. Saliva streamed down the shaft of his cock again.
He struggled to hold the climax back. He clenched his teeth and dug his fingers into her scalp. She gobbled his cock gluttonously, shattering his control. A quiver ran through his body. He bellowed with satisfaction as his cock erupted.
Cum gushed into her gulping mouth. She paused for a moment, then began to swallow quickly as she continued to bob her head rapidly. She squeezed and milked his cock. Droplets of his essence oozed from her lips and dribbled down her chin. She sucked on his bone until it began to deflate in her mouth. She rolled it around with her tongue, then took it out of her mouth. She licked it carefully, lapping up the semen that clung to the shaft. She kissed the head and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with delight.
"Now, how about that for a blow job?" she asked mischievously.
"Extraordinary!" he exclaimed.
She grabbed his hands and fell backward, pulling him down on top of her. She pulled his head down and kissed him passionately. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and ground her lips against his. He raised up and leaned on his elbows and stared into her eyes.
"That was really something. You've never sucked me so well," he said, pressing his body against hers and kissing her lips appreciatively.
"Was it really that good?"
"The best, baby, the absolute best. If you sucked me that way every time, I might never want to fuck you again."
"You know that I want to please you." She giggled happily. "But don't think you can get away with not fucking me. You can fuck my mouth or stick your cock up my ass as often as you wish, but you must always save something for my pussy."
She rolled them onto their side to relieve herself of his weight. She put her arms around him and snuggled up close.
"I don't want to start a fight and spoil a perfect evening," he said.
She waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she said, "But?"
"Why do you think there's a but?"
"When you don't finish a thought, there's always a but," she said. "Go ahead, you won't start a fight."
"How can you be so assertive in other aspects of your life, and be so submissive in sex?"
"Do you call the way I blew you submissive?"
"You know what I mean. You're wonderful once you get started. Getting you started is like starting a balky lawn mower."
"Well, no one has ever compared me to a lawn mower." She laughed to show him that she wasn't angry. "That's just the way I am, darling. You fucked me at least four or five times a week during the year we dated. That's well over two hundred times before you married me. You knew what you were getting. Why are you complaining now?"
"I just wish you would be more open about what you want sexually. You're welcome to take the lead any time. It's a real boost to my ego to know that you want me."
"I understand, darling," she said. "I feel the same way. I'll try, but I can't promise anything." She pressed her cunt mound against his cock. "Now, let's restore some life to your cock. I want you to fuck me and go real deep."
"You want me to rock the cradle, huh?"
"Darling, I want you to turn the damn thing upside-down!"
CHAPTER THREE
Rachel was on her second cup of coffee when Margo tapped on the back door.
"Come on in, Margo," Rachel called.
Margo came in, wearing only a light nightgown. She stopped at the cupboard for a cup and filled it before sitting down across the table from Rachel.
"Good morning," Margo said.
"You're early," Rachel said. "You must be eager this morning."
Margo was Rachel's neighbor with a particular problem. She loved to get her pussy sucked, and her husband wouldn't let his tongue come within a yard of her crotch. She was thirty-five, a hot-blooded redhead with dazzling green eyes. She loved to get her clit licked. And George, her husband, would rather have died than put his tongue in her pussy. Her body didn't come close to Rachel's hourglass figure. Her tits weren't as big and her ass wasn't quite as shapely. But she didn't have to hide behind a door. And her face was beautiful.
"George hasn't looked at me for three days,"
Margo said dismally.
"He hasn't even looked at you?"
"Well, you know what I mean," Margo said.
"Not really," Rachel replied. "I don't have your problem."
"Lucky you." Margo sipped her coffee, waiting for Rachel to invite her to bed. She wanted to cum so badly that her gut was in knots.
"So, you came over to get me to take care of you," Rachel said.
"George sure won't, and you've been so good to me," Margo replied. "The first couple of years we were married, his cock was hard all the time. He tried to stick the thing in me every time I turned around. Now, I can rub my pussy in his face and he goes right on watching his stupid TV program or reading his stupid newspaper."
"Why do you.. . ? " Rachel stopped and thought about what she was going to say. How could she criticize Margo for putting up with George when Paul had a similar problem with her?
"Why do I what?" Margo asked.
"Never mind," Rachel said. She remembered what Paul said about being more assertive. She stood and took off her robe. "What I was going to say didn't make sense." A wry smile played around her mouth as she let Margo ogle her.
Margo drank in the enchanting sight of Rachel's sensual femininity with hungry eyes. Her skin was like milk. Her large tits were stunning, high and firm, so exquisitely full and ripe, so deliciously saucy. Her dusky-pink nipples were thick and swollen, standing out prominently.
The elegant, subtle curves of her figure swept in at the waist, then swelled out to shapely hips. Her thighs were well-rounded and full, melting down to shapely calves and well-turned ankles. Her taut belly sloped gently to its junction with her thighs.
Her mound was unusually large and prominent and fleshy, covered with a glorious tangle of closely curling blonde, silky hair. The long, thick lips of her cunt were visible through the long hair along her lush slit.
"Do you like what you see, Margo?" Rachel asked.
Margo blushed, but didn't reply.
Rachel took Margo's hands and pulled her to her feet. She pulled the redhead's gown over her head and tossed it across a chair. She smiled sexily and put her hard nipples on top of Margo's. She curved her hips inward and pressed her cunt against the redhead's. Looking into her eyes and smiling, she began to slowly twist her ass, rubbing their hairy mounds together.
"Do you like the way that feels?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah," Margo said softly. "Your body is so soft and smooth, so un-like a man's."
Rachel cupped the cheeks of Margo's trim ass and pulled their mounds tighter together.
Margo instinctively arched her back and pushed her cunt out. "Oooooo, that feels good," she sighed.
"You've been taking advantage of me, Margo," Rachel said quietly.
"What do you mean?"
Rachel kissed the redhead's lips lightly. "I've sucked you off three or four times a week for the past six months, and you've never so much as kissed me." She ground harder against Margo and shuddered from the electrifying contact. Fiery passion roared through her body. She hoped she could keep her mind clear for a few more minutes. "I think it's about time you start doing something for me."
The lewd rubbing was fogging Margo's mind. "What?" she panted. "Do you want me to kiss you?"
"Yes," Rachel said. She pushed Margo back and put her right hand on the redhead's plump, moss-covered pussy mound. "I want you to kiss me the way I kiss you.
Margo spread her legs and rotated her chest, rubbing her tits against Rachel's. "Oh, Rachel, you know I can't do that," she whispered.
Rachel's left hand slid down Margo's back and cupped one of her ass cheeks. She pushed the middle finger of her right hand into the redhead's aroused, liquefied slit. "I don't know any such thing," she replied. "Neither do you. You have to try it before you say you can't do it." She stuck two fingers between Margo's cunt lips and began to frig her slowly.
Margo didn't know what to do. She woke up horny, and couldn't entice her husband into a morning romp before he went to work. Jacking off stoked the fire in her cunt, but gave her only partial relief. Getting naked with Rachel and rubbing all over each other was like throwing gasoline on the fire. Her cunt gushed like a geyser. Slippery sex oil soaked her channel. She spread her legs wider and began to hump her ass as Rachel fingered her hot cleft.
. "Ohhhhhh, fuck!" she whimpered. "Get my clit, baby, get my clit! Ohhhhhh, it feels so good! I'm going to cum, baby!"
"Oh, God, Rachel, what are you doing?" Margo wailed. "You can't leave me this way! You've got to get me off!"
"I'll get you off if you promise to do me," Rachel said.
Margo stared at Rachel, her eyes smoldering with lust. "You're as bad as a man," she muttered.
Rachel put her hands on Margo's shoulders and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I might be as bad as a man, but I'm all you've got right now. It's your choice. Will you suck me off?"
Margo took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "All right, I promise," she muttered: "I'll do the best I can. Just don't expect too much."
Rachel kissed the redhead again, a little harder. "I expect you to do me as well as I do you, baby." She put her left hand back on Margo's ass and her right hand back on her cunt mound. "Every women who has been sucked off knows how to do it." She put her fingers back in the redhead's slit and began to rub her clitty. "You just lick my pussy the way you like yours licked."
"You're mean," Margo muttered.
She gasped and her feverish cunt exploded, instantly and turbulently. Her body began to twist and twitch and jerk in all directions at once. Her ass went back and forth, around and around, and up and down.
Rachel stuck her fingers in the redhead's hot box. She finger-fucked her fiercely and massaged her clit furiously with her thumb, driving her passions higher, pushing her to the brink of climax.
Margo whined and wailed and screamed as her orgasm became more and more intense. She tightened her arm around Rachel's neck and yanked her head down. Rachel sealed her greedy lips on one of Margo's nipples and began to suck the thick, turgid bud. Margo screamed louder and began to twist harder. Her legs buckled and her body sagged to the floor.
Rachel bent with her, still finger-fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Margo's ass hit the floor with a soft thud and she flopped onto her back. Rachel knelt by her, still mauling her pussy with a fury. She kept up the fierce finger action until Margo's orgasm began to subside.
Rachel lifted her hand from Margo's cunt and stuck her juice-soaked fingers in the redhead's mouth. "Suck," she said softly.
Margo began to suck her juice from Rachel's fingers without thinking. She realized what she was doing, and her eyes opened wide. Rachel dipped her fingers in Margo's pussy again, then put them back in the redhead's mouth.
"See, pussy doesn't taste so bad, does it?" Rachel said with a chuckle. She took Margo's hands and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go to bed and get real comfortable."
Margo threw her arms around the blonde's neck and pressed their bodies together. "Oh, Rachel, you make me cum so hard!" She paused, blushed, and took a deep breath. "You'll have to show me what to do and be patient with me."
Rachel kissed her on the lips. "Don't worry, honey. There are no mysteries for a woman who loves sex as much as you do. Once you get turned on to sucking pussy, you'll find it perfectly natural."
Margo crawled to the middle of the bed and lay on her back. Rachel got on top of her and began to squirm.
"Your body feels so good," Margo whispered.
Rachel rubbed her tits on top of Margo's. "Ummm, I like the way tits feel rubbing together." She wiggled her mound on Margo's. "I'll show you how two horny women rub pussies after awhile." She rolled onto her back, slipped one arm under the redhead's back and tugged her close. Her hand glided smoothly between Margo's thighs.
Margo opened her legs wide. A tender ache spread from her crotch to her tits. Rachel lifted herself onto one elbow and bent over to kiss her. Margo's tongue darted out and the tips of their tongues met before their lips did.
Rachel let the tender morsel slide into her mouth as she touched her lips to Margo's. Their mouths slowly joined in a soft, deliciously provocative kiss. Rachel's fingers teased the silky flesh between the redhead's shapely thighs. She thrust her tongue deep into Margo's mouth and cupped her fat pussy mound.
"Uhhhhhhhh," Margo breathed into Rachel's mouth, awed by the glorious sensations she felt.
Impulsively, she grasped one of Rachel's large tits, shoved her cunt at the blonde's hand and sucked hard on her tongue. Her clit tingled with such sweet agony. Her sex gun was going to fire again!
Rachel covered the redhead's flowing cunt with her hand. Warm juice soaked her palm. Her nipples became hard, thick points that threatened to burst. Her clit erected fully and shot hot thrills through her lower belly. The sexy redhead might be new to the game of sapphic love, but she had all the passion her lush body promised.
Margo's full lips writhed against Rachel's. Her tongue fluttered around inside the blonde's mouth. Her shapely ass lifted and twisted. A dynamic shudder coursed through her body.
They kissed passionately as their hands explored and teased. Women engage in the kind of intimacy that too few men pursue long enough to get a woman fully primed. Women have an innate feel for lesbian love play, even those who have never fucked another woman. They cherish and fondle and explore what might be familiar territory. They fortify the expectation and bring their partner to the peak of preparation without haste. They fool around and fondle and linger in favorite places, pleasing each other almost as much in foreplay as they do in the ultimate act.
Margo particularly noticed the difference between Rachel's foreplay and George's. There was no comparison! If forced to choose between their foreplay at that moment, Rachel would win hands down!
Rachel broke the kiss and nibbled Margo's puffy lower lip. Margo tweaked Rachel's nipple and hunched her cunt vigorously at the blonde's hand.
"You're doing just fine," Rachel whispered.
"I'm doing wonderful!" Margo panted. "You've never done these fabulous things to me."
"You didn't want me to," Rachel replied. "You only wanted me to suck you off."
"God, I didn't know what I was missing!"
"Live and learn, baby," Rachel said. "Are you ready to cum again?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh, God, yes, am I ever!" Margo exclaimed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rachel crawled between the redhead's velvety thighs. She turned her onto her side and put one leg over and one leg under her left leg. Blonde-haired cunt met red-haired cunt and fused tightly. Nipples matched nipples and four mounds of tit flesh melded.
Margo gasped and began to hunch, not waiting for Rachel to fuck her. Rachel was right. She knew exactly what to do. And she needed to cum so badly! She clamped her arms around Rachel, curled her cunt up and squirmed her juicy box voluptuously against the blonde's hot slit.
"Ohhhhh, this is good!" Margo squealed. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
"Nice soft cunt," Rachel whispered. "I'll fuck you until your eyes pop out!"
By silent, mutual agreement, they glued their mouths together. Their tongues stroked and plunged and fluttered. Margo's hunger matched Rachel's. Finally getting Margo into her bed for a wild girl-fuck, and then finding her so hot and eager and willing, was wildly satisfying to Rachel. The redhead's enthusiastic response stoked her furnace.
Margo twisted her head to the side and gasped, "I'm going to cum!"
"Don't tell me!" Rachel panted. "Do it! Let it go. Cum hard for me. You're a great fuck, baby.. . simply fantastic! I love your cunt!"
Margo felt the spike of Rachel's clit. She squirmed and mashed her own tense girl cock snugly to the blonde's. Her nipples stiffened. Her thighs began to tremble. Her clit was so hard! She clamped her arms around Rachel's neck, and began to twist and hunch her ass violently. She stared into Rachel's face with wide eyes. Soft whimpers came from the depths of her soul. She began to screech as the searing stings of a shattering orgasm tore through her. Her thighs jerked dramatically. Her ass went in every direction at once.
Margo's frenzied movements started Rachel's orgasm. She clung to the lecherous redhead and continued to hunch her cunt, scrubbing their agitated clits together, driving both of them to the pinnacle of pleasure. They shook and jerked and quaked with lusty thrills as Rachel continued her quick, hard hunches. Their passion began to ebb and their disorderly gyrations changed to soft, gentle wiggles. They stared at each other as they basked in the warm afterglow of sexual satiation.
"God damn!" Margo breathed.
"So, you like girl-fucking, do you?" Rachel ran the tip of one dainty finger over Margo's nipple and chuckled when the redhead shivered.
"I love it!" Margo exclaimed. "I had no idea a woman could make me feel this way."
"When I sucked you off all those times, don't tell me that you never thought about going all the way with me," Rachel said.
"Yeah, I thought about it, but I never thought I would actually do it."
"Well, you haven't yet," Rachel reminded her.
"Oh, I will!" Margo assured her.
"Do you cum so hard when George fucks you?"
"No. Oh, I used to. Years ago. He hardly ever fucks me now. And he's never eaten me out."
"Does he have a nice cock?"
"Not bad," Margo said. "Don't tell me you want to fuck him."
"No. Just love talk, honey, to keep you in the mood. I won't fuck any man who doesn't go down on me."
"Which means Paul does," Margo said. "Does he have a big cock?"
"Yeah, bigger than average. He's got a lot of stamina. I can suck his cock and play with him and still get fucked to a bushel of orgasms." Rachel wiggled her cunt against Margo's. "You asked if I was interested in fucking your husband. Are you interested in fucking mine?"
"You keep wiggling your pussy against mine and I would fuck anybody!" Margo laughed. "Don't get mad, but I've thought about it. I know it won't ever happen, and I've never made a move on him."
"Life is full of sweet surprises, honey," Rachel said softly. She kissed Margo's lips. "Your lips are so full and sexy. I love to kiss them." She kissed Margo again.
"I want to do you," Margo whispered.
Rachel kissed Margo again, then rolled onto her back. Margo sat up and stroked the tips of her fingers lightly up and down the blonde's lush body in a delicate, feathery motion.
"You're so beautiful," Margo said. "So voluptuous and sensual. If George did fuck you, he would never come back to me."
"Don't put yourself down, honey. We aren't built the same, but you're as beautiful as I am. Your touch feels so nice. I've waited a long time for it."
"I like to touch you," Margo replied. Her fingertips drifted over Rachel's body with only a hint of pressure. They moved up and down her sides, over her shoulders and arms, and down to her stomach. "Your skin feels like warm velvet."
Rachel trembled and whimpered when Margo's fingertips caressed her lower belly, near the triangle of soft blonde curls. Margo concentrated on her thighs and stomach, moving her hands more rapidly, with a lighter pressure. She spread her thighs and sighed deeply. Margo's fingers trailed down the lips of her pussy.
"Do you like for me to touch you there?" Margo asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Yes," Rachel murmured. She opened her thighs wider. "Just touch me the way you like to be touched, honey. Don't be shy. Whatever feels good to you will feel good to me."
Margo caressed the inside of Rachel's thighs, letting the back of her hand brush her slit. She put her other hand on one of the blonde's heavy tits. She cupped the big mound and squeezed the nipple into a sharp point, leaned over, and touched the tip of her tongue to the pebbly flesh. Rachel shuddered and sighed with pleasure.
"Your nipples are so big," Margo whispered.
"Suck them," Rachel said softly.
Margo surrounded the stiff tit bud with her soft lips and sucked hard. She went from nipple to nipple, sucking tenderly as the tips of her fingers flicked rapidly back and forth over the lips of Rachel's snatch.
"Do you want me to suck your pussy?" Margo murmured from the side of her mouth, her voice muffled as she sucked on Rachel's tit. "Tell me what you want me to do to you to make you feel good and I'll do it. Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue and lick your hard clitty?"
"Yes!" Rachel moaned. Margo's hot mouth sucking her tits and nimble fingers teasing her pussy infused her with passion. "Do everything to me. Make me cum real hard."
Margo lifted her head and smiled sexily. "I'm going to turn your cunt inside out, baby!" she whispered hotly. "I've never felt so wanton." She cupped Rachel's pussy and massaged it tenderly as she began to nibble and lick her way south.
"So good," Rachel whispered. "So fucking good." She began to squirm and undulate her ass.
Margo rolled over onto her stomach between the blonde's splayed legs. Rachel spread her thighs wider, opening her lush garden of pleasure to Margo's kisses and caresses. Her pussy was beginning to feel so damn good!
Margo burrowed her face in Rachel's blonde muff. She ran her palms up and down the insides of Rachel's thighs as she lapped her humid pussy with long strokes of her tongue. The experience was much more exciting than she expected. Her first taste of a woman's savory essence sparked her lust. The firm, smooth columns of Rachel's thighs felt so good against her cheeks. She stiffened her tongue and probed the blonde's tender slit. Rachel jerked and shivered as the tip penetrated. She wiggled her tongue and slid it deeper into the tight tunnel.
She lifted Rachel's legs, spread her thighs wide and pushed her knees back to her tits. She extended her tongue to its maximum length and pressed it into a broad, flat surface. Her head went up and down as she began to lick the blonde's furry snatch from end to end.
Rachel gurgled happily, then began to moan out loud. The redhead's tongue felt like a river of molten fire in her crotch, spreading flames of delight from her loins to every nerve ending in her body. Margo opened her mouth wide and covered Rachel's entire hairy twat. She let out a yell that could be heard all over the house. The yell became a wail when Margo's flicking tongue settled on her joy buzzer.
"Oh, my God!" Rachel sobbed.
Margo lifted her head and said, "It's just me, darling. I do believe it must be getting good. Are you going to cum long and hard for me?"
"Ohhhhhh, yes!" Rachel yelped, eager to get her jollies. "Oh, fuck, am I ever!"
Margo ran her tongue over the blonde's bloated clit. Rachel's hips jerked involuntarily, so hard she almost snatched her cunt away. Margo clung to her thighs and continued to lap her cunt. She lashed Rachel's clit with her tongue as she eased two fingers up her rippling sheath.
Margo knew she had made the right move when Rachel grabbed her head with both hands and tried to force her mouth deeper into her gash. Chuckling deep in her throat, she stroked the blonde's clit with a slow, firm motion while thrusting her fingers in and out of her slippery love hole.
Rachel's body began to tremble and shake harder. She moaned and murmured and snuffled and panted as the feelings got better and better.
Margo began to flick her tongue faster, increasing the pressure slightly, building momentum. She matched the rhythm of her finger-fucking to her clit-licking, driving Rachel higher and higher, closer and closer to the peak.
The hard tremors passing through Rachel's body became more intense and violent. Suddenly, without warning, her orgasm exploded with a force that almost tore her apart. A quavering wail and a babble of meaningless words exploded from her throat. Her thrashing and bucking became even more violent, so violent that Margo had to fight to stay with her. Margo scooted along on her belly as Rachel wiggled across the bed.
Margo wrapped her arm around one thigh and hung on. She continued to flick her tongue to drive Rachel deeper into her orgasm. Her fingers were motionless in Rachel's cunt, the tips curled upward, providing friction as her hips and ass swung and thrust and bounced.
Rachel's mind whirled as spasms raced through her, wringing her body. Just when she thought she would faint from sheer pleasure, the wracking edge of her climax passed. Margo's flicking tongue continued to stroke and caress her pussy, keeping her on a plateau between the peak of passion and the bottom, of the abyss. Glowing ecstasy enveloped her. Margo's tongue became a fiery torment again.
"Oh, fuck!" Rachel wailed. "I'm cumming again!"
Margo licked and finger-fucked Rachel until her body went limp. She wasn't finished. She pulled her fingers out of Rachel's cunt, slid her tongue through her weeping gash and began to lick her asshole.
"Oh, God, you're wild!" Rachel moaned. Her passion ebbed slowly and she collapsed into a pile of shuddering flesh. She licked her lips and swallowed dryly, panting shallowly. "I didn't expect that," she said softly.
Margo lifted her head and grinned. "I told you that I was going to turn your cunt inside out."
"You sure did!" Rachel laughed.
"You came so hard," Margo said. "I had no idea I could make another woman cum at all, let alone the way you did."
"I'm an easy fuck with a hair trigger," Rachel said with a satisfied chuckle. "Do you want me to do you, or do you want to do a 69?"
"Let's do a 69," Margo said. "I like to lick your pussy."
"I told you so," Rachel laughed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Shortly before quitting time, Paul's boss buzzed him on the intercom.
"My wife needs a ride home from the country club, Paul. Would you mind? I wouldn't ask you, but I'm going to work late."
"No problem, sir," Paul said.
Never hurt to score a few brownie points. He'd heard rumors about Sheila. She pulled this trick two or three times a week, always asking for a different man. And her husband always obliged her. He didn't know about her extracurricular activities, or he didn't care.
Paul cleared his desk and called Rachel. "I've got to work late, honey," he said. "A special project for the boss."
"Should I hold dinner?" she asked.
"Better not. I don't know how late I'll be. I'll eat something on the way home."
"Okay," Rachel said glumly. "I'll see you when I see you."
"Don't wait up. I'll give you a good night kiss when I get home."
Sheila was waiting for him at the door of the country club. As she walked to the car, she opened the top three buttons of her blouse. She wanted him to see that a woman looking back at forty could still sport a figure that would turn a young man's eyes and arouse his carnal instincts.
Paul rushed around the car and held the door for her. She slid in, flashing her legs nearly to the crotch without making it seem that she did it deliberately. He ogled her shapely legs openly. He figured she was ten or twelve years older than his thirty years. She looked pretty damn good, whatever her age.
Sheila dug in her handbag for a cigarette. "I couldn't wait to escape from that place, Paul," she sighed. "Thank you for coming to my rescue. I hope I didn't inconvenience you too much."
"Not at all," he replied. "Have to keep the boss happy."
He pulled the lighter out of the dash and held it for her. She rested the tips of her fingers on his wrist and he could almost feel the vibrations of her interest. He was tempted to reach over and grab her sassy tits. Just to see if they were real, or the handiwork of some plastic surgeon. She pursed her lush lips and expanded her full chest as she dragged on the cigarette. His desire increased. He didn't dare touch. The last thing he needed was the boss's wife screaming that he tried to take unwelcome liberties with her.
"Where to, Mrs. Wagner?"
She gave him a small smile and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Don't be so damn formal, Paul. I might look old enough to be your mother, but I'm not."
He smiled and said, "You don't look nearly that old."
"Then call me Sheila."
"Okay, Sheila. You want to go home?"
"God, no! I've got to iron the kinks out of my . nerves from gabbing with those hens at the club. I need a drink."
"You want a stiff one?" he said. The comment came out with unintended suggestive overtones.
"Yes, a very big, very long one," she said with a throaty laugh.
The sexy sound made him shiver inwardly. He realized that she had put a decided sexual twist on the conversation. Maybe he was going to get lucky after all. He could do a hell of a lot worse. He bet she wasn't passive in sex, like Rachel. "Are we talking about your drink?" he said innocently.
"You tell me what we're talking about," she purred.
She put her hand lightly on his upper arm. He looked at her. She looked at him. He understood that she expected him to make the first move. In fact, she demanded it. He supposed she didn't want to take the chance of being turned down by a younger man and getting her ego bruised.
"I don't know about you, Sheila," he ventured in a low, husky voice. "But I'm as horny as a billy goat."
She grinned, put her hand on his thigh and squeezed. "That makes two of us, honey. I thought you would never get around to admitting it."
He put his hand over hers and gave it a meaningful squeeze. "So, what do we do now? I mean, you are the boss's wife and I'm married."
Sheila knew exactly what to do. She didn't pull this little trick with a different young man two or three times a week for nothing.
"Hang a right at the next corner and stop at the liquor store in the middle of the block. I'll buy us a bottle of the best sipping whiskey in the place. Then we're going to a nice little motel that always has the red carpet out for folks like us."
"What kind of folks are we, Sheila?"
"Fun loving," she laughed. "You're going to fuck the hell out of a pussy that's a little older than you're used to, but still has a lot of life left in it!" Her chest swelled with pride. "In fact, I've been told more than once that it's a real snapper."
He chuckled and felt his prick throb. Her bawdy words told him all he needed to know. "You look plenty good to me, Sheila. But I just hope to hell you know how to keep quiet. I need my job."
"If you're talking about Vince, don't fret. He doesn't ask, and I don't tell."
He stopped in front of the liquor store and she gave him the money to buy a bottle of top quality sour mash. She gave him directions to the motel, like a navigator of naughtiness.
The individual units of the motel were set well back from the street. A small garage was attached to each unit. The motel was obviously a trysting place for the rich. And Sheila Wagner was certainly rich. A lovely young woman with a ready smile presided over the front desk. Paul paid with money Sheila gave him, smiling wryly when he found that it was the exact amount required. When he got back to the car, she had already opened the bottle and had taken a couple of inhibition-killing belts.
She grinned and handed him the bottle. "Have some. It will put hair on your balls and fire in your eyes."
He smiled as he took a swig of the whiskey. "Is that how you like your studs?" he asked as he handed the bottle back to her.
"I like them willing to do anything to satisfy a maiden in distress," she said huskily.
"That's me, baby," he replied with a wink.
"That's exactly what I was counting on, hero. I need a lot of loving. And some of it might get kind of kinky."
"Kinky is my middle name," he muttered, wondering if he was in over his head. "You want ice for the whiskey?"
"Wimps take ice," she said firmly.
He escorted her into the room, closed the blinds and double-locked the door. She began to unbutton her blouse as she poured herself a hearty shot of whiskey in a plastic motel glass.
"Well, an ambidextrous woman," he said with a big grin.
"You don't know the half of it, honey. I can do things with my hands you wouldn't believe. Get your cute ass naked and let's get down to the nitty-gritty, honey. I only do quickies with my clothes on, and this isn't going to be a quickie. This pussy is hot to trot!"
In the sex-haunted motel room, her brazen language was as potent as Spanish Fly. He was more than a little curious about her body. He had never made it with a woman her age. She took off her blouse and he looked at her naked tits. They were bigger than Rachel's large mounds. Long nipples protruded from thick areolae. To his delight, they didn't sag.
She caught him looking and grinned. "Exercise, honey," she said. "Less painful and a hell of a lot better than letting some sawbones tighten the muscles or stuff them full of silicon."
She dropped her skirt and peeled her panties down her shapely legs. She bent over to take them off and her tits dangled intriguingly, swaying and bumping together the way Rachel's did. He stared at the heavy mounds and licked his lips. A sly smile played around her sensuous mouth as she straightened up and posed provocatively.
A forest of luxuriant, dark hair covered her mound, so dense he couldn't see her gash. She cut her eyes at him and teased him by opening her thighs just enough for him to see the thick lips peeking through the hair. The idea of his tongue fighting through that mass of curls made his blood race. She crawled onto the bed and knocked down the rest of her whiskey.
He pushed his shorts and pants down together. His cock leaped up like a coil spring. It stuck straight out from his loins, as stiff as though he hadn't fucked in months. She measured his dick with an expert eye. The bright pink spots on her cheeks signaled her pleasure with what she'd caught in her net.
"God, Rachel must purr all day just thinking about that whopper," she breathed. She grasped his jutting prick and played a little squeezing game until the crown became a helmet of rigid flesh. "Wonder why I waited so long to get you in a compromising position. You ought to have been first in line."
"Let's fuck," he said softly.
She grinned and licked her lips. "That's why we're here, honey. I need it at least three or four times. You up to that?"
"I'll willing to die trying," he replied. Getting a woman who openly stated what she wanted overjoyed him.
"We'll take turns naming the positions." She was lying. She intended to control everything. "I go first."
"Okay. How do you want it, on the ceiling?"
"Not a bad idea. Maybe we'll try that later. We'll start with my favorite, doggie-style." She rolled over and got up on all fours. The heavy, shapely cheeks of her ass looked like half-moons shining at him. A fuck of dark hair ran down the deep crevice and into her crotch.
"Magnificent," he said huskily.
She turned to look at him over her shoulder, her face flushed with lust. She shook her ass at him impatiently. "You can talk about it all you want, honey, as long as you mount my ass and fuck it into the mattress."
Her cheeky challenge thrilled him. He spread her the cheeks of her ass and stared at her well-reamed asshole. "You've had it up the ass a lot, haven't you?" he muttered.
"Probably more times than you've fucked, honey," she laughed. "My asshole is on the bottom of the list, honey. If you have anything left after you give me all I want, you can fuck me there."
Somehow, he doubted that tonight he would go where so many men had gone before. He slid his hands down and spread the whiskery lips of her pussy. Her hot, soggy passion pit swallowed his cock with ease. He lodged the head of his prick deep inside her, as deep as any man had ever gone.
He reached around her hips and caught her clit between two fingers. He began to fuck her determinedly as he squeezed and massaged the sensitive nub until he had her sobbing and moaning with lust.
She began to moan with lust and rocked her ass back at him. "Oh, fuck, honey!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
He continued to agitate her joy buzzer as he fucked her with long, slow strokes. He intended to give her everything she wanted, even if it took all night. After five minutes of robust pumping, he felt a distinct shift of her sexual gears. She seemed to go crazy with pleasure. He began to screw her harder and faster, making the bed creak and groan.
She raised up, put her palms flat against the wall and braced herself so she could force her ass back hard at him on every thrust. She could never get enough of being fucked this way. Her husband seldom stuffed her greedy cunt from the rear. Nearly every time he mounted her ass, he wound up in her asshole. Her tongue hung out in pure bliss.
"Ride me, honey!" she groaned. "Ride my ass hard!"
He could feel his hard rod pulling her fat cunt lips back like flanges of wet liver on each backward stroke. The head of his cock banged into the mouth of her hungry probe on each following thrust. Sweat began to run down the crack of his ass. She had already cum at least a half-dozen times, and he was nowhere near a climax. He seemed to have an eternal hard-on. He closed his eyes and imagined himself going down a long line of hot cunts, screwing each one until juice poured out of their scarlet lips like melted butter.
He wondered if he could coax Sheila into giving Rachel lessons in being assertive. On the other hand, his wife was such a good fuck that he might end up sticking his cock in her melting honey pot and shooting like a cheap pistol if she became as assertive as he wished. He was willing to take the chance.
Sheila's cunt rippled and twitched and clenched like a velvet-covered fist as she came again and again. She began to spasm harder as the strongest orgasm yet washed over her. Her hot cunt liquor poured over his slapping balls. The slurping of his rapidly pistoning prick joined her mixed chorus of groans and moans.
CHAPTER SEX
Sheila pushed Paul back and twisted around to face him. "Now that we've taken the pressure off, we can progress to bigger and better things."
"What the hell do you mean, bigger and better?" he said, slightly petulant.
"Calm down, honey. I didn't mean your tally whacker, or the way you fucked me. You're doing just fine. Just don't peter out on me now."
She pushed him onto his back and knelt by his hip with her belly sucked up and her massive, thick-nippled tits dangling. She took his stiff, sticky cock in her hand and guided the head into her mouth. He grunted from the fierce pleasure of her warm, wet mouth circling his bulbous knob. His balls felt as big as walnuts. He couldn't think of a better way to cool his prick than to stick it in a moist, loving mouth.
She wet the head of his cock with saliva, then rubbed it over her lips. She let the knobby head slide back into her mouth and sucked deeply. He sighed as her clever mouth sent waves of excitement racing through him. Periodically, she took his dick out of her mouth and licked it. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, slurping up her own cunt juice and leaving a trail of saliva.
He enjoyed her cocksucking for a while, then tried to push her onto her back. "I've got to fuck you," he said.
She turned and straddled his hips. "You'll fuck me when I tell you to, honey," she said sternly. She pinned him with her strong legs and slid up his body. Her furry box zeroed in on his mouth and he realized what she was going to do.
"I suck pussy before I fuck it, not after," he growled. He tried to turn away from her crotch. His head hit her thigh and stopped.
"Then it's time you started," she hissed. "I sucked your cock. Now you can suck my pussy."
She stuck both hands in her crotch and spread her pussy lips wide apart. She lowered her ass and buried his mouth and nose in the heavy folds of her sopping snatch. She covered his mouth with her weeping hole and mashed her clit on the tip of his nose.
"Put your tongue in my hole," she demanded. "Taste my sweet cunt. Get a mouthful of my juice. Drink it." She wiggled her heavy ass around, smearing juice over his face. "Stick out your tongue."
Her high-handed manner intimidated him. He stuck out his tongue and pushed it into her bubbling honey pot. She wiggled and jiggled happily. He began to stab his tongue in and out, like a slender cock fucking her hairy twat.
"That's the way, honey," she breathed. "Fuck me with your tongue. Make my cunt feel good."
The musky bouquet of her stimulated snatch soaked into his brain and intoxicated him. She continued to wiggle her hips as he tongued her, smearing her juice all over his face. The thick lips of her cunt quivered around his tongue as he dipped it into the core of her sex again and again.
She turned around on top of his face and knelt over his head. His rock-hard prick stood up from the thick hair in his groin like a flagpole in a patch of brown grass. She collared his prick with her mouth without using her hands. His tongue slid up her wet slit and swiped across her love button.
She lifted her head and said, "Lick my clit, honey. Make me cum again while I suck you off."
She sucked his cock back into her mouth and pressed the pulsing knob rub against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. His excited tonguing of her pussy sent fire through her nerves and she nearly lost her concentration. Her toes curled and uncurled reflexively as his tongue got to her. She sucked his cock deep into her throat.
His swollen cock throbbed and ached with glorious, nerve-wracking sensations. He knew he would soon fill this wild woman's mouth with his hot juice. He tried to hold back, tried to make the delicious sensations last longer. He couldn't resist her fabulous, hot mouth and lively tongue. He had never felt anything so incredible.
He threw his hips up with a fierce lunge and his cock erupted. Spurts of scalding sperm shot into her zealous, sucking mouth. He felt her pause for a moment, then she began to suck even harder. She not only siphoned the juice from his rod, she pulled the head deeper into her throat.
When she felt the first spurt of cum in the back of her throat, she squirmed her cunt briskly and scrubbed her clit on his tongue. Her own orgasm started moments after his. She would have screamed her pleasure, but her mouth was too full. She focused her full attention on the waves of pleasure washing over her. She loved to cum.
She drained the last drop of cum from his cock as her orgasm ebbed. She rolled over onto her back, breathing deeply, slight shudders running through her body. She wrapped her long fingers around the half-hard shaft. "I want this thing fully hard again," she purred. "How long will it take?"
"Not very long if you keep that up."
"Good." She began to jerk his prick harder and faster, pumping it up quickly. "Do you like to get top-fucked?"
"Baby, I like it any way I can get it," he laughed.
She chuckled sexily and climbed over him. "You're a man after my own heart, honey." She fit the thick, crimson bulb between the lips of her cunt and began to sit down slowly. "I want it all the way in," she hissed. "All the way to your balls, honey! Then I'm going to fuck your brains out!"
The bloated knob on the end of his joy stick nosed between the drizzling lips of her slit. She snapped her ass down and fed his rod into her snatch in one gulp. His cock slid in easily, disappearing into her magic box right before his eyes. He lay still and stared at her crotch as the hot maw of her quim swallowed him whole.
"It might take me a while to cum," he said. "You sucked the life right out of me."
"I know how well I suck cock, honey. I also know how well I fuck, so enjoy my cunt. If you cum, fine. I'll cum, that I can guarantee. I like to feel cum squirt in me, but it isn't necessary. Now, stop talking unless you're going to talk dirty to me. I want to concentrate of riding your cock."
"You're the one doing all the talking," he muttered. "You make it sound like I'm not even here, like all you're interested in is my cock."
"You got that right, honey! Your cock is the only thing doing anything important right now. If you have to use your mouth for something, suck my tits."
Her big tits dangled in front of his face, jiggling and bumping together as she humped her ass up and down. She jerked her cunt to the tip of his cock, then sank back down slowly, burying his shaft all the way up her sex sheath. She braced herself with her hands on his chest, closed her eyes, and savored the sensation of his stiff sword stuffing her hot hole. Her big nipples pointed down at him, fat and bloated with lust. The hairy oval of her cunt clenched his cock as she rode him.
He took her advice and began to nibble, lick and suck the plump tips of her tits. He felt the active muscles in her love tunnel ripple around his prong, like soft lips sucking his cock.
She spasmed hard and began to buck faster. Her climax came in thundering waves and swept over her. Her pussy clutched at his prick as if trying to milk it. Her juice poured out and soaked his groin.
He twisted his hips and followed her gyrating cunt to keep his cock buried in her. To his great surprise, he felt another orgasm stirring in his loins. Afraid she would get off before he got off, he grabbed her hips and tried to hold her steady as he lunged into her cunt.
She wasn't about to let him slow her down. Lost in the throes of her own orgasm, absorbed by her own bliss, she continued to buck and heave. She threw her head back. The muscles in her neck stood out. Her mouth hung open. She uttered inane gibberish in a keening wail as she fucked herself to an even higher plateau. A flood of cunt juice poured out, trickled down his cock, over his balls, and into the crack of his ass.
He pumped into her with all his might, striving for his own orgasm. Then it arrived like a thundering herd of wild horses. He continued to lunge into her hard, squirting hot sperm into her cunt, giving her as good as he got.
She sobbed raggedly as his hot cream splashed into her hole, thick and gooey, increasing her own pleasure. She could feel his cock throbbing in the very bottom of her cunt. She reached around behind her ass, grabbed his nuts, and squeezed them. They felt large and hot and hairy between her nimble fingers.
When her orgasm finally played itself out and she felt satisfied, at least for the moment, she rolled off him and lay spread-eagle on the bed.
"Ahhh, that was good, honey," she sighed. "God, I love to fuck! There's just nothing in the world like a good cum. Feel my pussy. It's still hot."
He put his hand on her cunt. "Yeah, and it's wet, too! Real soupy."
"That's the way a well-fucked pussy should feel," she said with a pleased chuckled. "Kiss it. Lick my clit. I just might be able to cum again."
"Goddam, Sheila, we've just.. .I've just.. . "
"So? There's nothing in there that will hurt you, even if you do get some in your mouth. Kiss my pussy and lick my clit. It's still tingling." She put her hand behind his head and pulled it down to her crotch. "Either you lick my clit and make me cum at least once more, or you'll find yourself in hot water, honey."
The threat worked. He stuck his head between her open thighs and began to work on her clit with his stiff tongue. Her aggressiveness stirred something in him. He liked it when a woman told him what to do.
"After you get me off with your tongue, you can fuck my asshole. You've never had your cock in a better ass than mine, honey. You're going to love it."
He increased the lustiness of his pussy lapping. His mind whirled with thoughts of what the rest of the night would be like. He wondered if he would be able to even crawl when this wanton, insatiable woman got through with him. He hoped Rachel didn't wait up for him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rachel thought about Paul all afternoon. She needed his cock so badly she could almost feel it in her pussy and taste it in her mouth. Getting Margo's head between her thighs was a big thrill, but there was nothing like a hard cock in her mouth or her pussy.
When Paul called and said he had to work late, her spirits fell into her shoes: She couldn't stay home. She bathed, dressed and went out to dinner. The hostess at her favorite restaurant told her she would have to wait at least an hour for a table. She went a couple of doors down and had dinner at a hotel dining room. Even then, she had to wait fifteen minutes for a table.
After dinner, she went to the bar for a drink. The only empty stool in the place was next to an elegantly dressed, attractive older woman. She was wearing four diamond rings, two bracelets and a heavy choker that had to be worth at least $100,000.
Rachel sat down and motioned to the bartender.
"This place is packed tonight," she said. "So was the dining room. Wonder what's going on."
"Convention, dear," the woman said. "That's why I'm here. My husband is a muckety-muck in the lodge. I'm a camp follower. He comes to these things for the camaraderie with the guys. So do I."
"Well, at least you're straightforward," Rachel chuckled.
"I like to have fun, dear." She made a point of looking at Rachel's wedding rings. "Is that why you're here without your husband?"
"He had to work late," Rachel replied. "I went to my favorite restaurant for dinner, and couldn't get in. This was close by, so I came here."
"All husbands have to work late, dear. Especially when they've got a new piece of ass lined up. My name is Anne, by the way."
"Rachel. You sound bitter, Anne."
"Not at all dear. Just realistic. How late is your husband going to work?"
"I don't know. He said I shouldn't wait up."
"Uh huh," Anne said. "It figures. Are you interested in having some fun, Rachel?"
Rachel looked around the bar. "Looks like all the men I might be interested in are paired off," she said.
"I'm not," Anne said softly. "And you like girls." Rachel looked down at her chest and grinned. "No sign there. Is there one on my back?"
"You have the look, dear," Anne said. "I can tell every time. Are you interested?"
Rachel nodded. "Why not? Beats watching some boring program on the tube."
Anne opened her handbag and tossed a twenty dollar bill on the bar. "That will cover our drinks," she said. "Let's go upstairs."
Rachel stood close to Anne in the elevator. "I love your perfume," she said. "It's very sexy."
"John makes tons of money, dear. I believe in spending it. By the way, he sent me to the bar to find a playmate."
"I thought you wanted to fuck me," Rachel replied.
"I do. So does he."
"Okay. I do just about everything but pain. Toys, fingers, tongues, cocks, whatever, I like it all."
"John-likes to watch a woman go down on me. He also-likes to watch me eat a woman out."
"Okay," Rachel said.
Anne breezed into her suite and tossed her handbag on a chair. "Hello, darling," she said to her husband. "I found a playmate. This is Rachel. Isn't she pretty?"
Rachel wore a white, ultrashort skirt that barely covered her ass, sheer white blouse and white high heel pumps. She felt John's eyes on her tits and smiled.
John paused for a moment to give his tongue time to soften. "She's gorgeous," he said. "Hello, Rachel. I'm John." He gave her a kiss on each cheek.
"If you don't do better than that, I'm going back to the bar and try again!" Rachel teased. She held his head with both hands and kissed him on the mouth.
"If you two will excuse me for a moment, I'm going to get more comfortable," Anne said.
"I know what that means," Rachel laughed.
John went to the bar. "How about a drink, Rachel?"
"A glass of white wine, if you have it. I'm trying to be a good girl."
John looked her up and down openly. "I have the feeling that you're a very good girl," he said. "How about champagne?"
"A couple glasses of bubbly, and I'll be a really good girl!" She took off her skirt and blouse and tossed them on a chair.
"I'll have a case sent up," John chuckled. He turned to give her the glass and whistled softly. "Outstanding," he muttered. "I can always trust my darling wife to pick a superb woman to be our playmate for the night."
Rachel looked directly at him as she pulled her panties up, drawing the thong into her slit. The long lips of her pussy hung out around the narrow crotch. Blonde curls made the sight even more alluring. "Hard to find panties that cover everything these days," she said innocently. She pushed the thong down and leaned over to step out of it. She shook her chest slightly so her tits would swing and sway.
John stared at her luscious ass sticking up in the air and her heavy tits dangling under her chest. He studied the hairy slit winking at him from between her shapely thighs, then walked around to look at her in profile. His eyes lit up and his breathing quickened. His wonderful, foxy wife had outdone herself this time. "Stunning," he said softly. "Absolutely breathtaking."
Rachel straightened up. Thick, erect nipples capped her proud, upswept tits. She shivered slightly under his admiring gaze. She couldn't help wondering if he had a nice cock. "Thank you," she said. "I hope I live up to your expectations. Just tell me what you want me to do."
Anne came back into the room wearing only hose, pumps with three-inch heels, her dazzling diamonds and a sensual smile. Her large tits swayed voluptuously as she walked.
Rachel checked Anne out openly. Both of John's large hands couldn't cover even one of her tits. Her areolae and nipples were inordinately large. Sucking on those big buds would feel like sucking on a thumb. But a lot more fun.
"We want you to do what pleases you, dear," Anne said. She draped a long strand of very expensive pearls around Rachel's neck. "A woman wearing something is sexier than a woman totally nude," she laughed. She took Rachel's empty glass and kissed her on the lips.
Rachel felt like a brazen hussy. Warm juice gushed into her cunt and soaked the hair along her slit. John took her in his arms and kissed her. His tongue shot into her mouth. His silk blazer felt so good on her naked flesh. Her aroused nipples scrubbed against the sensuous material and became so hard they felt like they would burst. His stiff cock pressed urgently into her naked lower belly. Her pussy gushed harder. His fingers dipped between her creamy thighs and she gasped from the searing contact of his hand on her cunt.
"Oooooo," she whimpered.
His fingers probed and searched in the wet, velvety folds of her snatch. She let him push her gently to the large, white leather couch a few feet away. The backs of her legs touched the couch and she fell flat on her back. He knelt over her with his hand still between her legs, his fingers working deftly in her oozing cunt.
"Ohhhhh, John!" she whimpered.
"She's as hot as I hoped," Anne said softly. "When she said she wanted us to tell her what to do, I was afraid she might be too passive."
John kissed the tip of Rachel's nose. "You're a very passionate woman, Rachel. You ought not let strong men intimidate you. You can hold your own with any woman."
Rachel couldn't agree more! She was swimming in a sea of sexual arousal. Her brain reeled with pure sensual delight. Her cunt ached for his stiff cock. She was his for the taking!
Her thighs popped apart, revealing the moist pink slit of her quivering cunt to his marauding fingers. Pleasure surged through her and lifted her to a magical plane of ecstasy. Her hips began to churn rhythmically. Soft mewls of bliss flowed unchecked from her gaping mouth.
"Let me have her while you undress," Anne said.
Anne sat on the coffee table in front of the couch. Her brown eyes sparkled with excitement. She brushed back the blonde curls from Rachel's damp forehead. She dragged her polished nails lightly over Rachel's hot skin. She caressed the blonde's tits delicately.
"Such glorious tits," Anne said softly. "John adores big tits."
Rachel's nipples became even more bloated. The coral areolae puckered distinctly in unequivocal confirmation of the carnal emotions coursing through her quaking frame. She chuckled deep in her throat. "He must go ape over yours. They're bigger than mine."
Anne leaned over and placed her fully open mouth on Rachel's beautiful tit. Rachel looked at John. Her eyes got as big as saucers and she gasped when she saw the huge, throbbing tool sticking out from his loins. She couldn't take her eyes off it. She didn't know a cock could be so big. Paul's looked like her finger in comparison. It looked so awesome, so potent. His pounding pulse made it bounce up and down. If he wanted her to suck it first, all he had to do was stick it in her mouth. She would suck the damn thing dry!
"Oh, God, that thing is enormous!" she whispered. "I've never even seen one that big, let alone fucked one."
Anne kissed Rachel's pussy, then got up and sat by her on the couch. "He's going to fuck you and blow off some pressure first, dear," she said. She leaned over and began to suck Rachel's tits again.
"He'll probably blow a hole in the bottom of my cunt with that cannon!" Rachel muttered. She looked past Anne's head at John's cock as it nudged her cunt. "Oh, John," she moaned.
"I won't hurt you, honey," he said soothingly as . he pushed the engorged head of his bloated cock past the protecting petals of her cunt lips.
"Oh, I know!" Rachel cried. "I want you to fuck me! I'll die if you don't fuck me!"
Anne lifted her head and grinned. "She's really hot, darling. Better do as she says. Be a damn shame to let such a beautiful girl die because you didn't fuck her!" She giggled, and resumed her tit sucking. Watching her man plow a different furrow really turned her on.
"Aaahhh!" Rachel groaned as John's giant rod cleaved her cunt lips and pushed its way into her clinging passage. She spread her thighs wider, subconsciously thinking that would make more room for his massive lance.
CHAPTER EIGHT
John continued to ease forward, shoving the long, hard tube of his cock into the luscious, horny woman.
Rachel thought his lust-swollen cock would split her cunt wide open. He finally hit bottom. The rubbery knob nudged the mouth of her womb. His heavy, sperm-laden balls rested against the cheeks of her ass. Anne's presence, and mouth on her tits, added a kinky spark to her excitement.
"I've never fucked a man while his wife watched," she murmured.
John withdrew slowly, pulling the lips of her cunt out with his rock-hard shaft. Then he surged forward again and buried the full length of his endless cock to the hilt with one deep, hard stroke.
Rachel gasped. Licentious liquid soaked her snatch, easing his way into her tender passage. Her tight sheath rippled around his prong. Her ass twitched and hunched. "Oh, God, baby, I love it when you rock the cradle!" she moaned.
He grinned and pulled her legs over his shoulders. He held onto her thighs and began to fuck her with deep-diving, powerful strokes. Anne worked on her tits, going from one to the other. She cupped the heavy mounds with both hands and milked them with her lips. She ran her tongue over the bloated tips, nipping them between her teeth, producing sensations of stormy excitement in the blonde beauty.
John fucked the slit between her wide-spread thighs relentlessly, repeatedly burying his passion-bloated shaft completely in her liquefied, clinging cunt. Every third or fourth stroke, he withdrew until only the mushroom-shaped knob was in her tight honey hole, then drove back in with enough force to rock her body.
"Oh, God, I love it!" Rachel screamed. She thought the sound was only in her mind. She heard someone yelling, but didn't think it was her. "I love your cock, baby! Fuck my brains out! Suck my tits! Fuck my cunt!"
A deep shuddering tremor shook her body. She began to rock and roll and churn. Barely aware that she was making it difficult for Anne to suck her tits, she looped her arm around the brunette's neck. Potent sparks of pleasure burst into raging flames between her legs. A hot flood of total arousal bathed her body and mind. Her molten cunt bloomed open in breathless acceptance. She hunched her crotch up and twisted her ass in tight circles, exuberantly receiving each deep thrust of
John's plundering prick.
John leaned over at an angle to avoid Anne's head and kissed Rachel lightly on the lips. She threw her other arm around his neck and clamped her mouth to his. Her tongue flicked hungrily between his lips.
Passion began to rage out of control in her body. She curled her legs around his hips, locked her ankles behind his ass and clung to him with unrestrained craving. She couldn't get enough of his pleasing prick. Her senses, her very being, unified in her quest for ultimate satisfaction.
A turbulent rush of sensual excitement washed over her. She had no idea fucking could be so glorious. It had never been with Paul. This was mind-boggling. She had never responded so passionately, never felt the wild tremors of pleasure she now felt. The carnal coupling with another woman's husband in her presence gave her a bawdy thrill. She discovered an exhibitionistic streak she never knew she possessed.
Their bodies slapped wetly together in rising cadence. They clung to each other in mutual desire, their flesh heated by passion. They bucked and rocked as one, united at the point where his lust-laden cock drove incessantly into the greedily clasping depths of her avid cunt.
"You sure know how to fuck," John rasped.
His lewd praise gave her an added tingle of excitement. Her thoughts were a kaleidoscopic image of how she must look-naked, sweaty, flushed with lust, her head thrown back, her long blonde hair framing her sensual face. Her thoughts and feelings converged at the pivotal point between her legs. She was an uninhibited, wanton woman who loved to fuck and John's monster cock was going to send her to the heights of pleasure. Suddenly, a stupendous surge of feverish erotic exhilaration inundated her body, suppressing all lucid thought. She rode the swell of a smashing, energizing sea.
"Oooooohhhhh.. .I'm cumming! Oh, fuck, John, I'm cumming!" she screeched. She didn't recognize her own lust-distorted voice. The words seemed to hang in the still air above her for a moment before . crashing down to resound in her ears, reflecting the rise and fall of the powerful waves of pleasure thundering around inside her feverish brain. "Ooohhh! Aaahhh! Oooooo!" she cried. Her curvaceous body undulated from the intensity of her unceasing orgasm.
Vaguely, through the erotic mist clogging her mind, she realized that John was also cumming. He pounded her pussy with unbelievable ferocity, hammering his loins against her upturned cunt.
"Keep fucking!" he grunted.
He roared with elation as the first spurt of seething seed blasted the bottom of her cunt. His jism jetted in a thick stream into the recesses of her unquenchable, sucking sheath. Her snatch clutched greedily at his rampaging prick and absorbed the flowing fluid. A serene tranquility filled her. She lay back, breathing deeply with unsurpassed fulfillment.
John's prick began to deflate inside her sultry passage and finally slipped out, leaving her cunt physically empty. She wouldn't have missed this experience for anything. Her coquettish, contented smile, the infatuated expression in her sparkling blue eyes, spoke volumes. She closed her eyes and sank into a half-conscious state of euphoria. Her body glowed from the marvelous fucking.
Rachel drifted, without sense of time or place. She felt a towel being applied to her body. Anne rubbed briskly, then more gently, until the soft, nubby texture barely skimmed the delicate ivory skin. The goose bumps told Anne that she had sparked scrumptious chills of delight in the beautiful blonde. She wiped Rachel's face, arms and belly, then her tits, legs and thighs. Rachel enjoyed the rubdown.
Anne rubbed Rachel's sculpted thighs amorously, with tantalizing touches. Rachel felt no shame, even though she was still lying on her back with her thighs spread wide apart. Anne had watched John fuck her, so why should she be embarrassed?
Anne's eyes fixed on the thick carpet of blonde hair between Rachel's legs. Creamy male essence seeped from the pink slit of Rachel's cunt, conspicuous, oozing confirmation of John's orgasm. Gluttonous yearning bubbled up in her. The piquant, provocative aroma of the just-completed carnal coupling stirred her further. She inclined her head closer and closer to Rachel's sticky snatch. Her lips brushed the smooth marble thighs and the milky white belly.
Rachel stirred and smiled dreamily. She recognized Anne's soft lips. "That feels good," she murmured.
John reached down and spread the glistening lips, offering the deep, coral gash to his wife. Anne accepted with delight. Her tongue snaked out and swirled into the spongy, sultry cleft.
Rachel shivered with rapture. "Oh, that really feels good," she moaned.
Anne's tongue began to swirl in broad strokes. She and Rachel trembled together with growing arousal. Each lap of her tongue wiped up John's sticky cum, along with Rachel's cunt juice. Anne held the mingled elixir on her tongue and savored the taste.
Rachel began to writhe under Anne's delicate, pleasing and very talented tongue. She began to squirm and whimper with mounting agitation. John began to caress her tits, provoking louder moans of excitement. His prick was no longer a limp, dangling hose of feeble flesh, but a growing length of stalwart muscle.
Anne quivered as her own cunt began to throb. She knew she could cum merely by eating another woman out. Not hard, but enough to calm her nerves for a few minutes. Rachel's hips twitched and writhed as her tongue circled around and around the quivering folds of her cunt with marvelous, stimulating skill.
The lecherous sight of his wanton wife eating another woman made John's cock throb with renewed longing. He leaned over and kissed Rachel on the lips. "Do you like the way my wife is licking your pussy?" he said. "Does it feel good?"
"Ooooooooo, yes! I love it!" Rachel breathed excitedly. "She has a fabulous tongue."
"Do you want some more?" he asked.
"Oh, yes! Please! It feels wonderful!"
"Bet your little pussy has never been eaten better, has it?"
"Oh, no, this is the best!"
"Well, if you like it so much, you have to ask for it. Stop being so passive and ask Anne to lick your pussy."
"Oh, yes, Anne, eat me! Lick my cunt! Suck me off! Make me cum good! I love to cum!"
"You heard the lady, Anne," John said. "Lick her cunt and make her cum good."
Anne needed no urging. She was back down on Rachel instantly. She eagerly buried her mouth in the blonde's steaming loins, relishing the taste of hot pussy.
John got on his knees on the couch and stuck his cock in her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust.
"Aren't you glad a tongue has no gender?" he said. "My wife licks clit better than I do." He caressed her lips stretched in a tight oval around his prick. "Your mouth feels wonderful. As good as your pussy."
Anne lifted her head and said, "Don't let her suck you off, darling. She can eat your cum later. We have a long way to go."
"She's just going to suck it while you suck her off," he replied.
Anne's tongue ran feverishly up and down the wet, pink slit between Rachel's thighs. She sucked and swallowed the flow from her pussy noisily. Her tongue laved the sumptuous cleft greedily, as if unable to lick the delectable flesh fast enough. She wiggled the probing tip of her tongue on the bulging stud of Rachel's clit, sending bolts of pleasure through her.
"Suck my cock, baby," John whispered, his eyes burning with lust.
Anne's avid licking and John's passionate plea infused Rachel with carnal excitement. She ran the tip of her tongue over the head of his invading cock and began to suck with gusto and skill. Her talent pleased him. She was obviously not a novice in the art of cocksucking.
"That's the way, baby," he said. "Suck it good." He fucked her mouth gently, careful not to force his rod too far into her gullet.
Anne cut her eyes and looked at her husband fucking Rachel in the mouth with his great big cock. The lascivious sight inspired her to speed up her oral fondling of the blonde's succulent snatch. Getting her pussy licked by a woman and her mouth fucked by the woman's husband fired Rachel's passion. She began to rock her hips and hunch her cunt at Anne's mouth. Wet, sucking sounds filled the room as the three of them writhed and churned, lost in the heat of arousing passion.
Anne had her fingers in her own torrid pussy, working her clit furiously, goading herself to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Rachel's cheeks hollowed as she sucked the meaty piston in her mouth lecherously. John's tool was so big, so hard and demanding. But the skin was like velvet between her lips and under her tongue. She grabbed his hips and pushed and pulled to make him fuck her mouth faster as she sucked on his swollen column of hot flesh. Anne's furious licking was driving her into a frenzy. She bucked against the brunette's face and wondered if she might go quite mad from the astonishing sensations assailing her mind and body.
Her body began to quake. She sucked wantonly on John's fleshy rod. With a hard thrust into Anne's face, she came like an exploding volcano, gurgling and groaning around her mouthful of prick. She blasted into space as rigorous tremors of orgasmic delight shook her voluptuous body. John yanked his cock out of her mouth a moment before his balls gave up their heavy load. Lost in the swirling eddies of ecstasy, she didn't even notice.
CHAPTER NINE
Anne sucked voraciously at Rachel's cunt and brought herself off with her fingers. Rachel's orgasmic frenzy infected her and the thrilling feel of Rachel's cunt in her mouth turned her on even more. She gave Rachel's slit one last loving lick and sat up. John sat down by Rachel and looked at the two women with a pleased expression. Anne gave him a wink and an appreciative smile. She went to the bar and brought back three glasses of champagne.
"Here, dear," she said. "I always need something to wet my throat after screaming the way you did."
"You are one hell of a woman, Rachel," John said.
"You are so sexy," Anne agreed. "I love the way you cum." She sat down on the other side of John.
"I love the way you eat pussy!" Rachel exclaimed.
"To sex," John said, holding up his glass. "And two of the sexiest women in the world."
Rachel and Anne clinked their glasses against his, then took a sip of wine to complete the toast and signify their agreement.
Rachel looked at John's rigid cock sticking up from his loins. "God, look at that beautiful thing," she said. She gave him a grin and a bawdy wink. "You nearly turned my poor little pussy inside out with that gorgeous thing. Anne, you must think you've died and gone to heaven every time he sticks it in you."
Anne sat up straight, her tits pushed out, her nipples hard and throbbing. "The first time I saw it, I nearly fainted," she laughed. "I had fucked only one man before I met John, and his cock wasn't anything to crow about. I was sure John would tear me apart if he tried to put that thing in me."
John reached up and began to fondle one of Anne's and one of Rachel's tits. "Don't let her kid you," he said. "She climbed on me and rode me like a pro."
Anne looked at her husband and smiled coyly. "We've been married twenty years, Rachel. We've both fucked a lot of different people in that time. I still love to feel his wonderful cock pumping in and out of me, giving me so many mind-bending orgasms that I nearly go crazy."
"Maybe you still love it because you fuck other men," Rachel said. "I suspect that he loves your pussy because he fucks other women."
Anne said, "You know, when you agreed so easily to come with me, with what you said in the elevator, I thought you were going to be submissive. I'm so glad you're not. You're real hot, and you add so much to our fun."
"That's ironic," Rachel said. "I am submissive with my husband."
"Does he like you that way?" John asked.
"No. He wants me to be more aggressive. He doesn't understand how I can be so self-confident in everything but sex."
"Do you know why you are?" Anne asked.
"Yes. I've been letting him intimidate me. You two have done me a great favor. I've never fucked a husband and wife." She giggled. "Not at the same time, anyway. Watching you together, I know I don't have to let anyone intimidate me. My husband is in for a very big surprise."
She leaned over, nipped one of his tiny nipples between her teeth and reached for his cock. Anne's hand was already there, her fist wrapped tightly around the shaft.
Anne started to pull her hand away. Rachel caught it and held it on his cock.
"Let's both play with it," she said.
John leaned back, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Four tender, gentle hands caressed his naked body. Two sets of lush feminine lips took turns kissing him. Two warm, active tongues explored the inside of his mouth. Side by side, their cheeks touching, they licked his chest and nipples and belly button.
Anne took his cock in her hand and gave the head a light kiss, then began to lick the shaft. Rachel leaned over and began to lick the bulbous knob.
"Do you ever jack him off?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah, now and then," Anne said.
"Show me how you do it. I've never watched another woman give a hand job."
Anne leaned over and wet the knob with saliva. She wrapped one fist around the head and her other hand around the shaft about halfway down. She began to stroke the stem and twist her hand around the head.
"Hmmm," Rachel mused. "Interesting. I'll have to remember that."
"Jesus!" John hissed. "You've never done it that way before, baby."
"I saw a girl in a fuck movie do it this way. Thought you might like it."
"I love it!" John groaned.
That was another bit of information Rachel filed away. She would ask Paul to bring home some fuck movies so they could watch them together. That would surprise him, but not as much as the other idea she had in mind.
"Do you usually use your left hand or your right hand?" Rachel asked.
"I'm ambidextrous," Anne giggled.
"She even jacked me off with her stocking feet one time," John said. "In a restaurant!" He groaned when Anne squeezed his bare bulb and twisted hard.
"God, you two make me so fucking hot!" Rachel moaned. She watched Anne's hands with lusty eyes.
"His cock is so lovely when it's hard!" Anne said breathlessly.
"It's simply gorgeous," Rachel agreed passionately. "It looks so filling and virile. Are you going to jack him off? If so, may I hold the head in my mouth when he cums?"
Anne looked at her husband. "How about it, dear?"
"Whatever you two want is fine with me," John replied.
"Does it take him very long to recover after he cums?" Rachel asked.
"Oh, no," Anne said. "He'll be ready to go again in just a few minutes. Especially if we work on him together. I keep him in good condition by making him fuck me a couple of times every day."
"Making him?" Rachel laughed. "From what I've seen and heard so far, I bet it's a race to see who gets naked first."
"Sometimes, we don't even get naked," Anne giggled. "He yanks my panties down, leans me over the table, and pours it to me from the rear."
"Yeah, the few times you wear panties," John gasped. "If you're going to get my cum, Rachel, you'd better get your mouth down there!"
"My pleasure," Rachel murmured.
She replaced Anne's hand on the head of his cock with her hot mouth. She sealed her lips behind the prominent knob and began to lick the bare, sensitive flesh. Anne stroked the stalk faster and added a twisting motion to her hand action. She put her other hand behind Rachel's head.
"He's about ready, dear," Anne said. "I feel his cock swelling."
"Mmmmmmrnm," Rachel moaned. She took her tongue away and began to suck the head of John's cock eagerly.
John's legs began to tremble and his hips began to hunch. Anne caressed the back of Rachel's head and leaned over so she could look at her husband's cock in the blonde's busy mouth. John's body began to jerk and his groans got louder.
"Here it comes," Anne whispered. "Eat his cum, dear. He simply loves to cum in a hot mouth." She began to stroke his swollen shaft faster.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Rachel murmured again. She reached between John's legs, held his balls firmly and stuck her middle finger in the crack of his ass.
John jerked like he'd been struck by a live wire. His cock erupted tumultuously. In spite of Anne's warning, the size of his load caught Rachel by surprise. She began to swallow rapidly and suck harder.
Anne milked her husband's cock and squeezed the last few droops into the blonde's mouth. Rachel sucked them up, then ran her tongue over the knob a few times. She sat up, smiled happily, and smacked her lips.
"Mmmmmm, yummy for the tummy."
"Give me a taste!" Anne cried.
Rachel put her hand around John's prick above Anne's and kissed the brunette passionately. They swapped tongues, sharing the residue of male essence. Then they each gave John a saliva-laden kiss with lots of tongue action.
"Well, well, will you look at that?" Anne giggled.
Rachel looked. "Oh, goody! It's still hard enough to put in a pussy. I want to watch him fuck you!"
"Well, if you insist," Anne said coyly
"I insist!" Rachel said firmly. "Let me see if your little cunny is ready for him."
"Oh, I'm ready, I'm ready!" Anne exclaimed. "My cunt's flowing like a river!" She stroked her husband's cock faster.
"You're always ready to fuck," John laughed.
Rachel wanted to taste Anne's pussy. Not suck her off yet, but have a chance to get her tongue into her slit. She slid off the couch and knelt in front of the brunette's knees. "Open your legs, darling. Maybe you're ready to fuck and maybe you're not. Let me make sure."
Anne looked down at Rachel. A woman's soft touch always turned her on. She twisted her head around, kissed her husband, and spread her legs real wide, giving Rachel plenty of room to do whatever she wished.
John pulled away from his wife and watched Rachel as she ran her smooth palms over the satiny flesh on the inside of Anne's thighs. The soft, sensuous touch made Anne shiver and sigh. John cupped one of Anne's tit mounds and rolled the bloated, protuberant nipple between the edge of his thumb and forefinger.
"Ummm, your pussy looks so luscious," Rachel whispered. She ran the tip of her finger up and down the narrow slit. She spread the lips of the woman's gash with the fingers of her left hand, exposing the brunette's joy buzzer. She gazed at the bud of tender, sensitive flesh as she slipped the middle finger of her right hand into Anne's honey hole. "Ohhh, your cunt is so wet!" She wiggled her finger around. Her mouth watered when it squished loudly.
"I told you it was flowing like a river," Anne moaned. Rachel's finger felt good.
"Ahhh, what a charming clitty," Rachel said softly. She leaned forward and touched the ticklish morsel with the tip of her tongue. She fucked Anne's hot hole slowly with her finger and teased her clit with her tongue.
"Oh, fuck," Anne moaned. "You're making my pussy feel so fucking good!"
"Rachel is my name, pleasure is my game," Rachel teased. "You're ready for your husband's cock."
"I'm always ready for cock!" Anne gasped.
Rachel's overwhelming excitement got the better of her. She pulled her finger out of Anne's cunt and glued her mouth to the hairy mound. She ran her tongue deep inside and lapped up the woman's hot elixir. She tickled the turgid love bud with a broad tongue.
Anne grabbed John's prick, squeezed unmercifully, and began to buck her hips and bang her cunt into the blonde's mouth.
John tweaked his wife's big nipples and kissed her. He ran his tongue into her mouth and imitated the way Rachel was running her tongue into Anne's other mouth. Anne threw her head back and squealed with joy as she came. Her climax peaked and ebbed quickly.
Rachel lifted her head and looked up. "Oh, my, you needed that badly, didn't you?"
"Yeah," Anne muttered. "I've been right on the edge since you sat down by me in the bar."
Rachel chuckled. "How about some cock now?"
CHAPTER TEN
Anne twisted around and threw her leg over John's thighs. Rachel stood, put her hands on the woman's hips and helped her position herself over her husband's stiff rod. She reached under Anne's shapely ass with one hand and held his prick upright.
Anne lowered herself slowly, taking the full length of her husband's long prick up her cunt in one fluid movement. Her breath escaped in an explosive hiss when the head hit bottom.
"Oooooo, pretty, pretty," Rachel cooed. "You like his cock, don't you?"
"I love it!" Anne mewled. "Love to fuck!"
"You and me both, darling!" Rachel chuckled. "Ride him hard, baby. Show me how well you cum on a cock."
Rachel mashed her big tit mounds into Anne's back. She reached around and cupped her tits and began to play with her big nipples as Anne took a ride to nirvana on John's cock.
John leaned forward and Rachel put one of
Anne's tits in his mouth. He began to suck eagerly and nip his wife's nipple between his teeth. Rachel continued to play with the other tit and slid her free hand down the brunette's back. She extended her middle finger and began to drag it up and down the crack of Anne's ass.
Anne squealed and jerked and bounced up and down on her husband's rampant rod. She relished the splendid sensations from the hard cock stuck up her cunt, from Rachel's finger in her ass, her husband's mouth on one tit and Rachel's hand playing with the other one. The glorious feelings flowing from nearly every part of her body came together deep in her cunt and she came suddenly with a wild scream and a furious thrashing of her voluptuous body.
Anne came about halfway down and tumbled off John. Her body was still trembling from the aftermath of a tremendous orgasm. "Your turn, dear," she said. "Get him! Make him fill your cunt with cream! I like to watch him fuck you!"
Rachel leaned over and took over half of John's proud prick down her throat. She bobbed her head up and down a few times. Her tongue swirled and licked as she slurped up the coating of Anne's cunt juice. Then she grabbed his cock, used it like a handle, and pulled him to the floor on top of her.
John jammed his cock into Rachel's hairy, horny slit and rammed it home. She yelled with joy and began to twist and hump her ass. He began to fuck her mightily. She felt Anne's mouth latch onto one of her nipples. She was so hot, so eager, that she started cumming almost immediately.
Rachel locked her legs around John's waist and clung to him. He fucked through two glorious, screaming orgasms and loaded her cunt with jism. He withdrew and straightened up on his knees. His limp prick dangled over her belly. A few drops of cum dribbled out and splattered softly on the taut flesh.
Anne whirled around and swallowed his cock. She sucked it clean, then released it and licked up the droplets of cum from Rachel's belly. She lay down by the blonde and began to play with one of her tits.
Rachel chuckled. "You don't even slow down, let alone quit, do you?"
"John thinks I'm insatiable." Anne giggled. "And he's right! I like to play with your big tits."
Rachel rolled onto her side and began to suck Anne's nipples, going from one to the other.
"You're going to get her started again," John warned.
Rachel lifted her head and grinned. "I don't think she's ever stopped!"
"Well, it doesn't make sense for me to sit here and do nothing," John said. He lay down on his stomach, lifted his wife's top leg, and began to lick her pussy.
Rachel glanced down at him. "I like the way he licks pussy," she said softly. "So do I!" Anne sighed.
Rachel kissed Anne on the mouth, then began to suck her tits again. Anne put her arms around Rachel and drew her close. She kissed Rachel's lips passionately and ran her tongue into her mouth. John backed away and watched them. He was pretty sure he knew what would happen next. Rachel shivered with elation as their big nipples met. Anne slid her hands down Rachel's back and fondled the cheeks of her shapely ass. She ground her mouth on Rachel's and pulled up on her ass to bring their cunt mounds together.
Rachel drew back and said, "What about John?"
"Watching us will make his cock get hard again," Anne said.
Rachel nodded, rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Anne rolled onto her back and spread her legs.
"Darling, kiss our pussies and get us started," Anne said.
Rachel thought of the load in her cunt, started to remind Anne, then held her tongue to see what John would do.
John crawled between Rachel's legs, leaned down and planted an open-mouth kiss full in the heart of her thick cunt lips. His tongue flicked out and massaged her clit, then slid from the top to the bottom of her gash. He moved over to his wife. He picked her legs up, pushed them wide apart, and began to lick her entire crotch. The position of her legs pulled the lips of her cunt open. His tongue made several trips up and down the length of her slit, then went at her clit.
"Whoo," Anne muttered. "I'm primed, darling. Thank you."
John moved back and sat down with his legs crossed in front of him.
Anne climbed on top of Rachel. The feel of their hard nipples rubbing together thrilled both of them. Four legs entwined. Bare flesh rubbed against flesh with a soft, sexy whisper. Excitement flushed Rachel's face. Her blue eyes glittered. They kissed long and hard and deep, and swapped probing tongues.
Anne looked at Rachel's firm, naked tits. Her nipples were rock-hard, jutting way out. Her large ivory globes were swollen with desire. She slid down and knelt between Rachel's splayed legs. John tossed Rachel's silk blouse onto her stomach. Anne picked it up and wrapped it around her hand. Slowly, seductively, she caressed Rachel's full, lush tits with the slick silk.
Rachel shivered. Her hard nipples throbbed. Anne made methodical, sensuous spirals on the blonde's big tit mounds. Rachel moaned and rubbed her thighs against Anne's hips.
Anne moved to Rachel's belly and rubbed it. When the silk mitt rubbed across the lips of her pussy, Rachel bucked and gasped. The coquettish brunette really knew how to please another woman! Anne spent several minutes lightly caressing Rachel's pussy with the slick, sensuous silk, going in circles, then up and down, then in circles again.
"God!" Rachel hissed. "That feels fantastic! You're making me so fucking hot!"
"Just the way I want you, dear," Anne crooned. "The lips of your pussy are gaping open, just begging for me to kiss them."
Anne unwrapped the blouse and tossed it aside. She knelt over Rachel and covered her trembling tits with hot kisses. She fastened her lips on one nipple, flicked her pink tongue out and ran it across the pulsating pinnacle. She went lower, licking a gleaming path from Rachel's tits to her taut tummy. She went further down, to the line of curls above Rachel's prominent cunt mound. She loved a thick bush on a woman.
John crawled up and sat by Rachel's shoulder so he had a better view. "Play with your tits while she sucks your sweet pussy," he said.
Rachel chuckled and began to fondle her tits and tweak her nipples. "You play with your cock," she said.
John took his cock in his hand and began to pull it gently. Anne buried her face in Rachel's profuse blonde bush. She rubbed her face around, caressing her cheeks with the soft, furry curls. She lifted Rachel's legs over her shoulders and Rachel came close to purring with pleasure. She pressed her mouth against the blonde's cunt and stuck out her tongue. Rachel gasped and humped her ass.
Rachel rolled her head to the side and watched John's hand slide up and down his cock. "Watching your wife lick my pussy really turns you on, doesn't it?"
"God, yes!"
"Ummmmmm, get your cock real hard. I'm going to suck your horny little wife off, then you have to fuck us again."
"Been a long time since I had a better offer!" he teased.
Anne stretched out on her stomach between Rachel's thighs. Her long, pointed tongue darted out between her ruby lips. She ran her tongue through the long slit, then licked the fleshy folds until they glistened. Rachel moaned. Her lovely legs flexed with tension and passion.
A mixture of Rachel's love nectar and John's cum drenched her cunt, a delectable, erotic brew that Anne was eager to drink. She licked inside Rachel's cunt lips, her tongue slithering along the sleek, blood-gorged flesh. She licked her lips and savored the sexy mixture coating them.
Rachel continued to play with her tits and nipples and looked from John's pecker to her box where Anne was enjoying a delicious snack. "Turn around, baby," she said. "Let me lick your pussy." She grinned at John. "Fuck her, baby. I want to watch you plow her pussy right above my eyes."
"Fantastic idea!" John agreed.
Anne climbed over Rachel on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at her husband. "Come on, darling. Fuck me good!" She lowered her head between Rachel's splayed legs and began to lick her pussy again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Wednesday was a particularly trying day for Paul. He had been swamped with work, and Sheila Wagner tried to lure him into her honey trap again.
He thought quickly and told his boss that he'd promised to take Rachel to dinner that evening and couldn't play chauffeur. His boss accepted the excuse at face value. He didn't know if Sheila did. He hoped so. She could cause him a ton of trouble if she got pissed.
Then Rachel called at four. "Don't be late, darling," she said sexily. "I have a surprise for you."
The call, and the way his wife sounded, perplexed him. He couldn't imagine what she had meant. She hadn't surprised him with anything since he had known her. Fortunately, it was only an hour before quitting time. His mind wandered, wondering what she was up to.
Her surprise couldn't be anything sexual. She simply wasn't capable of coming up with something like that. Maybe she had gone on a shopping spree and just wanted to show him what she bought.
That must be it. She had probably bought something for him, something he had hinted that he wanted.
He couldn't remember dropping any hints. But she was very good at picking his brain and getting him to reveal things he wasn't even aware of.
Rachel met him at the door with a passionate kiss. "Hello, darling," she breathed sexily. She wore a black evening gown, split up both sides almost to the waist, with sparkling doodads all over it. Her long blonde hair was done in an upswept styles that made her look so damned regal, so damned elegant, that his cock pulsated. "How was your day?"
"The same old routine, darling. Tiring, as usual, and a little boring, as always." He let his hands wander down her back and over her fine ass.
She ground her crotch into his and said, "I have just the remedy for both," she whispered with a quick giggle. She removed his coat and tie and gave him another kiss.
"What's this all about?" he said.
"You'll see," she replied coyly. "No questions allowed."
The room was dark, except for a circle of bright light from an overhead track light.
"I don't remember track lights in the living room," he said.
"No questions allowed, darling," she reminded him.
Her body was shadowy, almost like an illusion, as she led him into the pool of light. All he could see was her face, part of her arms, and part of her chest. She stood him in the halo of light and stepped back. She smiled coyly and let the intrigue, the suspense, build.
She slinked seductively into the circle of light with him. Her high, jaunty tits showed almost to the nipples in the low-cut dress. Her large areolae were puckered with erotic stimulation. Her sapphire-hard nipples made taut little hillocks in the dress. A diamond choker glittered around her exquisite, graceful neck.
She wore black gloves that went to her elbows. She caressed his cheek and let him feel their satiny texture. Her lipstick was bright red and gooey, just the way he liked it; the way she seldom wore it. The air literally crackled with carnal tension.
"God, you're gorgeous woman," he husked, his vocal cords tight with excitement. "Tell me what this is all about."
"You're asking questions again," she chided gently. "You must do exactly as I say, or the game ends right now." She smiled again and stepped back out of the light. "Show me your cock."
He didn't want the game to end. At least not until he found out what she was up to. He unzipped his pants and took his cock out. The semi-hard shaft looked like a pale rubber wand sticking out of his dark pants.
"Beautiful," she said, as if seeing it for the first time. "I love your cock, darling. Stroke it."
He gripped his shaft loosely in one hand and began to stroke it slowly. She let him play with himself for a few moments, then stepped forward. The light illuminated the top half of her body and the bottom half was in the shadow.
She smiled like a lecherous angel and took his prick away from him. She wrapped her gloved hand loosely around the shaft, began to stroke it, and he almost shot his load. He couldn't believe how incredible her silk gloves felt on his cock. She licked her lips provocatively and sank to her knees. She ran the tip of his dick over her heavily painted lips, leaving bright red streaks in her wake. Slowly, like a wanton seductress, she opened her lips and let the crown of his cock slide into her mouth.
His knees nearly buckled. God, it felt sensational! "Damn!" he muttered.
She held onto his thighs and began to bob her head. He looked down at his cock sliding in out of the tight round hole of her mouth and shuddered. She gurgled and began to bob her head faster. The tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat, jolting his jangled nerves with thunderbolts, making his knees weaker.
She cut her devilish, twinkling blue eyes up at him and let his knob slowly enter her throat. Her lips touched the base of his belly. She twisted her head as she withdrew, giving him an indescribable thrill, and rubbing bright red lipstick all over his prick.
She reached into his pants and withdrew his nuts. She rolled them around in the palm of one silky, gloved hand as she applied extraordinary suction to his cock. She kept about half of his cock in her mouth and wrapped her other gloved hand around his shaft.
His guttural, quaking voice shattered the eerie quiet. "Can't hold it back much longer, baby."
She curled her tongue around the knob of his cock and began to suck harder. He locked his knees to keep from falling and put his hands behind her head. She slapped his hands away, then put her hands back on his cock and balls. She shook her head, telling him she wanted to control the action. His heavily laden balls swelled, and he had to let her have her way.
A moment before he came, her mouth left his cock. She put both hands on the shaft, one above the other, and began to double-stroke it. Those silky gloves nearly drove him out of his mind! He looked down at her. She had her mouth at the tip of his cock, wide open. He could see only the upper half of her body, which added to the feeling that he existed in the middle of some mystical fantasy.
His cock literally exploded. Her hands began to move faster. She stripped his cock down and covered his bare knob with one gloved hand. Cum gushed out in thick gobs. She caught all but one or two drops of his sticky seed in her mouth. Those drops clung to her shiny red lower lip like tiny pearls. He thought she had emptied him. Then she swallowed his prick again and forced him to give her more.
She released his cock and sat back on her haunches with a hint of a cryptic smile playing around her sensuous mouth. Amazingly, his cock still pointed at her brightly painted mouth, as rigid as ever. Her smile broadened. She pulled her dress up around her waist, fell onto her back, and kicked her heels in the air.
Now he could see only the bottom half of her body. Her milky skin gleamed in the bright light. Black silk panties with a long slit down the middle covered her blonde-haired mound.
"Your turn," he said. "Show me some pink and play with your pussy."
She put her feet on the floor with her legs wide open. She put both hands in her crotch, opened her pretty pussy and showed him the succulent interior. The middle finger of her right hand slithered up and down her wet, hair-lined slit.
"Oooh, I love that feeling," she sighed. Her hips began to hunch gently. She stopped teasing herself and grasped her trim ankles. She chuckled and pulled her legs into the air. "I've got my hot little pussy fully primed for your cock, darling," she whispered hotly. "Fuck my brains out."
He fell to his knees and rammed his aching cock into her fiery cunt with enough force to scoot her across the floor.
She became a bundle of energy, her strong thigh muscles rippling as she held her ass off the floor. She fucked back at him, gyrating wildly. She threw her hips up to make her tight sheath swallow his cock right down to the root when he slammed into her. He had to fight the pull of her strong cunt muscles when he pulled back. She bounced and jerked so hard that her tits flopped out of the top of her dress. Just enough light spilled onto the top of her body to let him see them jiggle and shimmy as they jitterbugged all over her chest.
For the first time ever, fucking her was like trying to ride a wild bull. Her energetic cunt muscles milked his cock unceasingly, coaxing another load from his balls. He grunted and gasped and panted. He hung onto her clenching buttocks for dear life and plowed her fertile crescent with all of the strength he could muster.
"God damn!" he yelled.
"Oh, yeah, darling," she cooed. "Give it to me. Let me have it. Fill me with your hot cream."
Did he have any choice? He gorged her fiercely and let his cum fly. Her ass hit the floor with a loud thump. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and pulled, as if trying to absorb his whole body with her molten passion pit.
He rode the top of her gash and rubbed her clit with his pubic bone, an action guaranteed to bring her off. She became even wilder when she started cumming. This time, her legs held him in place. Leaning down, he went from tit to tit, sucking and licking her stiff nipples. Her orgasm went on and on, finally stopping just before he thought she would explode.
He gave her a big, sloppy smooch, and fell over onto his side. A few minutes later, he heard her high heels clacking across the hardwood floor as she left the room. When she returned, she dropped his robe next to his tired body.
"Dinner in about thirty minutes, darling," she said.
He struggled to his feet and went into the bedroom to change into his robe. Not his ratty old terry cloth robe. A new, white silk one. His lady had been shopping again. Whoever made it skimped on the material. Half of his ass and the head of his cock showed below the bottom.
He went back into the living room and squinted in the bright glare. Every light in the place burned brightly. His eyes adjusted and he saw his darling love goddess standing in the middle of the floor, holding two tall, frosted drinks. And wearing nothing but high heels and a long strand of black beads that nestled between her large tits.
"Wow!"
She grinned and handed him one of the glasses. "You like?" She did a slow twirl so he could see all of her glorious body. "Someone told me that a girl should never be totally naked."
"I love it," he said. "Who told you that?" She ignored his question. "How do you like your new robe?"
"You bought the wrong size." He looked down at the head of his flaccid cock hanging below the hem.
"Nope. If I can go around naked, you can wear that. I like to look at your cock as much as you like to look at my pussy and ass."
"Don't forget your tits," he teased.
She giggled and shook her chest. His eyes crossed and uncrossed trying to keep up with her bouncing tits.
"If you were a nude dancer, you would bring down the house," he said.
"I have all the audience I need right here," she replied with a bright smile. "Tonight," she giggled. "Have you ever eaten in the nude?"
"Only pussy," he replied flippantly.
'That doesn't count. I mean real food."
"Nothing unreal about pussy, especially yours. I love the way it tastes and feels in my mouth."
"Down, tiger," she cooed, patting his cheek. "You can have that for dessert. I washed it and flavored it with mint."
"You still haven't told me what this is all about."
"Are you complaining?"
"Hell, no! I'm just wondering what made you change so suddenly."
"Maybe you did, darling. You never know how a woman's mind works."
"What's for dinner? I don't smell anything cooking."
"We're eating take-out tonight. I called that little restaurant around the corner from your office that you like and ordered a buffet. Just enough to keep the hunger pangs away, but not fill your tummy too full to fuck."
Her earthy language added to her enchantment. And made his cock stir. "Whatever made you change, I like it. Even if you do fuck me to death," he said with a chuckle.
"We'd better eat. I'm just getting started."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rachel read as she patiently waited for the baseball game to end. When the last out was recorded, she turned off the TV and took Paul's hand.
"Come with me, darling," she said.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm going to give you a bath."
"Oh? Did my deodorant fail?"
"No. I'm going to show you how much fun I can be. And I expect your full cooperation."
"How can I say yes or no when I have no idea what you're going to do?"
"Trust me. You have everything to gain and nothing to lose."
"You sound like a politician. But okay, why the hell not?"
"The rules are simple. You let me do everything I want to, and you don't touch me until I say you can. Don't even try to anticipate what I want and respond to it. In fact, I don't expect any response at all to anything I do."
"Well, that's sure different."
"I know. That's what this is all about."
She put him in the tub and began to scrub him. "I like to touch your body."
"I assume you have a reason for doing this."
"You know that I usually have a reason for what I do, darling. How else can I know when I've got to where I want to go? Up you go now." She dried his body, then patted his ass. "Go stretch out on the bed and wait for me."
Rachel hung her robe on back of the door and used the bidet. She dabbed Paul's favorite perfume in the proper places, then went into the bedroom.
"Roll over on your tummy and relax, darling. Time for your massage."
"You haven't given me a massage since our honeymoon." .
"Then it's time I did, don't you think?"
She poured warm oil on his back and began. She spent nearly an hour kneading and lightly pummeling his backside from foot to head. By the time she finished, he was fully relaxed.
She patted his ass and said, "Turn over, darling."
"I was almost asleep," he mumbled.
She did the front of his body, avoiding his cock and balls. As she massaged him, she rubbed her pussy along his legs and let her nipples graze over his skin. When she finished, she coated the front of her own body with oil.
"I almost went to sleep again," he said.
"You're going to be wide awake in a few minutes," she giggled.
She stretched out full-length on top of him. He put his hands on her ass. She removed them gently, but firmly and put them on the bed by his hips. She squirmed and writhed on top of him for several minutes. Then she got on her hands and knees over him and rubbed just her tits all over his body. He quivered and sighed when her nipples passed over his cock and down the inside of his thighs.
She lifted him and stuffed the pillows behind him. She sat down in front of him and extended her legs. She put his legs over hers and scooted forward until her crotch was inches from his. His balls and limp cock hung down between his widespread legs.
She slipped her left hand under his balls and lifted them in her palm. "I love your big balls," she said softly. She curled her fingers over his nuts. She gently rolled his nuts around, keeping her touch very light. "They have so much cum in them, and I love cum."
"Keep talking. I like what I'm hearing."
"Talk isn't all I'm going to do, darling. I want every drop of cum that's in your big balls."
"A simple funeral will be fine," he murmured.
"I like to play with a cock." She released his balls, lifted his cock and peeled the foreskin back. She leaned over, lifted the head to her lips and kissed it tenderly, lightly. "Hmmm, your cock feels so good on my lips."
"It feels good between your lips, too."
She continued to play with his prick, using both hands, kissing it lightly now and then. She wanted him completely relaxed when he came. "Do you like the way I suck your cock?"
"You know I do."
"I love to suck cock. If you met a woman who sucks better than I do, would you let her blow you?"
"That's a loaded question. How would I know in advance how well she sucks?"
"Maybe one of your buddies would tell you. Don't men say that an outstanding cocksucker has a golden tongue?"
"I've heard that."
"If I told you that a woman has a golden tongue, would you let her suck you?" She felt his cock stir and smiled.
"Is this a test?" he asked warily.
She bared the head of his cock and coated it with oil. She wrapped her left hand loosely around the knob. She continued to squeeze and stroke the shaft with her right hand. His prick slowly increased in size.
"If an outstanding cocksucker has a golden tongue, what do you call a girl who gives outstanding hand jobs?"
"Damned if I know," he mumbled.
She hunched a little closer. She rubbed the head of his cock lightly over the lips of her pussy, then through her golden blonde cunt hair. His cock got a little bigger. A pearly drop of clear liquid appeared on the end. She took his cockhead back in the palm of her left hand and squeezed ever so slightly. She continued to jack him with a slow, steady rhythm.
Suddenly, his hips jerked and he started cumming. His half-hard prick emptied itself into her left palm in heavy throbs.
"God damn!" he exclaimed.
"Let it go, darling," she cooed. She continued to stroke him with the same slow, steady motion. "Watching you cum excites me. Come on, give me all of it!" She pulled on his prick until it stopped squirting. "Thank you, darling. That was very good." She leaned down and kissed the head of his cock.
"I don't know why you're thanking me."
"I wanted you to experience a totally relaxed orgasm. I've cum that way a couple of times, and I really enjoyed it."
"You know, I've just realized that I know very little about you. About what you did before we married."
"You know what I did the year before we married," she giggled. "I spent most of time with your cock in me. If you're asking me to volunteer information, forget it."
"Suppose I ask?"
She smiled sweetly. "If you ask specific questions, I'll give you specific answers."
"Which means I have to know what to ask before I find out what I want to know," he grumbled.
"Right. Trade places with me." She held his cum in her left hand, pivoted on her ass and sat with her back against the headboard. "Sit where you have a good view of my pussy."
He sat in front of her, cross-legged, staring at her crotch. She bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, then smeared his cum all over her mound. She spread her cunt lips apart and ran the end of her middle finger up and down the wet slit.
"My pussy's so wet, darling," she murmured. "See how hard my clit is?"
He reached out and started to touch her clit with the tip of his finger.
"No touching, darling," she said softly. "Remember what I said. I want to do this for you. I want you to watch me do it. Has a woman ever played with her pussy just for your viewing pleasure? Besides me, I mean."
"I've watched a couple of women jack off. They didn't do it just for my viewing pleasure."
"Take your cock in your hand." She waited until he did. "Good. Now, play with it while you watch me jack off."
She began to finger her cunt. Her breathing became irregular almost immediately. Her big clit fascinated him. The hardy bud stood up, far out of its hood, looking just like a tiny penis.
"I've never seen a bigger clit," he said.
"I know a woman who has one as big. Do you want me to ask her if you can look at it?"
"How would you know how big a woman's clit is?"
"Women know things, darling," she said coyly.
"If you knew a woman whose slit runs sideways, would you ask her to let me look at it?" he laughed.
"Never can tell what I might do, darling." She touched her love button and shivered. "My clit is so sensitive," she whispered hotly. "like my nipples. Look at my nipples, darling. See how hard they get when I'm really hot?"
He looked. And licked his lips. Her nipples were big and hard. He felt a powerful urge to take one in his mouth. He looked up, met her gaze.
She made firm eye contact, held his gaze and licked her lips. She smiled sexily. A look of devilish delight danced in her dazzling blue eyes. A strong sense of sexual arousal pulsed through her body. She looked down, willing his eyes to follow.
He watched as she slid a slender finger into her oily love hole. The middle finger of her other hand settled on her clit and began to move rapidly. She closed her eyes and began to frig herself faster. Her thighs began to tremble. Lust twisted her lovely face.
Her sex gun fired almost immediately. Her hips jerked savagely. She screamed loud enough to make him wince. Her finger was almost a blur as it moved over her clit. Her finger slowed gradually. Her body stopped twitching and jerking. She opened her eyes and stared at him.
"Hmmmmm, that was so fucking good," she whispered. "Your cock says that you liked the show."
He suddenly remembered that he had been pulling on his pud. He looked down and grinned. "Yeah," he said. "Any red-blooded man would."
"How about a blue blood? Stick with me and I'll take you where no man has gone before."
"That sounds familiar," he quipped.
She pushed him onto his back. She went for his mouth, and gave him the full length of her long, active tongue. He tried to put his arms around her. She seized his wrists and pushed his arms down to the bed.
"I didn't say you could touch me, darling," she chuckled. "I'm still in charge."
She held his hands as she stretched out on top of him, treating him to the feel of her satiny body again. She trapped his half-hard prick between her thighs and rubbed her wet gash up and down the shaft.
She began to slide lower, nipping, kissing, nibbling and licking his body. She knew that a man's nipples are usually as sensitive as a woman's. Women who don't learn about a man's body aren't good lovers. She licked, then sucked, then bit his nipples tenderly. He groaned and the muscles in his stomach rippled.
She moved lower and lifted his left leg. She tickled behind his knee with the tip of her tongue, then kissed it. She teased his right leg, then went to his crotch. She licked around the base of his prick. She ran the tip of her nose through his pubic hair. Her mouth hovered over his prick. He sucked his breath in when she gripped the shaft. He took a deeper breath when her head went lower and her warm breath wafted over the head of his cock. Her lips touched the knob and his chest began to heave. He groaned when her long pink tongue snaked out and circled the crown.
She put both hands flat on his groin and propped his cock between her hands. She opened her mouth wide and lowered her head. The head of his cock slid between her lush lips. Her head went lower slowly, steadily. She didn't stop until she had swallowed his entire prick and her lips were touching the back of her hands.
She began to bob her head very slowly. She kept her lips closed around the shaft and pulled back until only the head was in her mouth. She paused, then swallowed his shaft again. She continued the erotic stimulation until his prick was fully erect. She had swallowed John's much bigger cock. Her husband's cock was easier.
His arousal soared. The harder his cock got, the more excited he got. His body began to tremble slightly as his hot wife made love to his prick. She took his cock out of her mouth and pulled the foreskin back. She began with the swollen head and licked his entire prick, touching it only with her tongue. She stopped licking and looked up. His face reflected his passion. His chest pumped up and down from his hard breathing.
"Your cock is gorgeous," she said in a throaty whisper. "It feels like a steel bar covered with the finest silk. I love to have it in my mouth."
She had never complimented his cock. He hoped he could find out what made her change so he could be sure she didn't change back.
She took the bare knob back into her mouth. She locked her lips tightly behind the crown and began to bob her head up and down again. Rapidly! She was jacking him off with her mouth! Only her mouth touched his cock. And only the head.. .the site of all the nerve endings, the seat of those remarkable feelings chasing each other through his body, tingling his toes and burning into his brain.
His body began to tremble harder. Then began to writhe. Her head began to bob faster. His desire to cum built to a nearly intolerable level. She felt the swelling and increased throbbing in his cock. The taste of his cock changed and she knew he was ready to cum. Her mouth watered in anticipation.
"God, what a terrific cocksucker!" he croaked. "I'm going to cum! Get it, baby! Make it all come out!"
"Uh-hmmmmm," she crooned without opening her mouth. She squeezed her lips tighter and began to bob her head up and down faster.
His hips lunged up and his jism began to gush into the vacuum she called a mouth. Her head continued to fly up and down as she swallowed rapidly. Her long blonde hair fell around her face and tickled his belly and thighs.
He grabbed her head. His fingers slid through her hair. He tried to hold her head, stop it from moving. She was driving him crazy! He couldn't stop cumming.
She slapped his hands away brusquely without missing an oral stroke. She sucked him avidly until his body slumped and his cock began to shrivel. Instead of releasing his cock, however, she swallowed it again!
His exhausted body came to his rescue. His cock crumpled into a tube of limp flesh. She let his slack stalk slide slowly from her mouth. She held it in the palm of her hand and kissed it tenderly. Then she looked at his face and smiled.
"That was a good cum, darling. I don't need to ask if you liked it, do I?"
He panted hard, sucking in great gulps of air, fighting to talk. "God, it was great! I think it gets better every time you do it."
"I love to suck your cock and eat your cum," she said, her voice husky, sexy.
"One of these days, you're going to tell me what made you change."
"Why is that so important to you?"
"Because I want to be sure it keeps happening."
She had a vivid mental image of Anne and John, and shivered. "Be careful what you ask for, darling," she said softly.
"You're a rambunctious little witch tonight. I guess I'll have to be content with that. May I touch you now?"
"All you want, darling. Any way you want. I should freshen up, though. I've got dried cum all over my mouth and pussy."
"Later. Come snuggle with me."
Rachel snuggled against him and took him in her arms. "Several years ago, I bought a book about sexuality. It said the more you cum, the more you want to cum. And the easier it is to cum. It meant women, but I think it might also apply to men."
"Women don't have to worry about getting a hard-on," he laughed.
"I can always take care of that."
"Why did you buy that kind of book?"
"For the longest time, I couldn't cum. Even when I jacked off. I thought it would help."
"Did it?"
"Yes," she said. "Along with other things."
"Will you tell me what those other things were."
"Maybe someday."
He kissed her on the mouth. "You're full of mysteries, aren't you?"
"Darling, a woman with a little mystery about her is a lot more fun."
"Does it get any better than it is right now?" he asked.
"Perhaps," she said. "Depends on how you look at it. But I'll caution you again. Be careful what you ask for."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sunday morning, Rachel woke Paul with a cup of hot coffee.
"Good morning, sleepy head."
He sat up with his back against the headboard. "Good morning."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Who wouldn't after the workout you gave me last night?" he laughed.
"Can I charm you into taking me out to breakfast?"
"You could charm a snake out of its skin. The way you're dressed doesn't hurt."
"Do you like the way I'm dressed?"
She did a slow 360 degree turn, modeling for him. She wore a pair of white silk shorts that looked as if they had been spray-painted on her luscious ass. He saw her slit clearly outlined in the tight material. Which meant no panties, either. He thought he could see a few tendrils of pubic hair peeking out around the legs. Her red silk tank top left no doubt that her superb tits had freedom to roam. Her red, high heel sandals were mostly straps. Just looking at her made his blood race. She dressed the way he thought a sensual woman should dress-the way he always wanted her to dress.
"Love it. Just don't start a riot. I'm not up to fighting off the whole town."
"Probably just our next door neighbor." She didn't specify whether she meant Margo or her husband. She smiled coyly and took a deep breath, accentuating her voluptuous body. "I went shopping yesterday and bought this outfit just for you."
"Thank you. I appreciate it. But don't take such a deep breath. The whole damned world stops when you do."
She kissed him, then said, "That bath's all yours. Be as fast as you can. I'm famished."
"Do you really expect me to think about food with you dressed that way?"
"You can have me now if you want," she said. "I would like to wait until later. I need all of my energy to do what I have planned. Feed me first. Food, that is. What's that old line men use about women? Stuff them and mount them?"
"Yeah, something like that. It'll be a struggle, but we'll eat breakfast first."
When they returned, they walked into the house holding hands like two young lovers. Rachel felt deliriously happy. And a little nervous. Today, she was going to tell Paul part of the reason she had changed so drastically, and she had no idea how he was going to take it.
Inside the house, she turned and went into his arms. Her kiss was deep and filled with longing, full of need. She loved the way his tongue felt in her mouth. She loved to hold him close and rub her body against his. She felt his erect cock pressing into her mound.
The kiss nearly took his breath away. He sensed her apprehension. He misread it as excitement.
She broke the kiss. She put her hands on his cheeks and gurgled with happiness as she licked his lips. "I love you, darling," she whispered.
"I love you, baby. I had a good breakfast, but I still want something else to eat."
"Oh? What might that be?"
"Your sweet pussy," he replied.
"Hmmmmm, I like the sound of that," she whispered.
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He put her on the bed, kicked off his shoes and stretched out by her. He kissed her, then opened her blouse and licked her tits. She cooed and caressed his head. He licked her belly, then removed her shorts. She wiggled and squirmed.
"Open your legs, baby," he said huskily.
She rolled onto her back and propped herself up on the pillows. She pulled her feet up to her ass, dug the heels of her sandals in the bed and let her knees fall apart slowly.
He knelt in front of her and looked at her pussy. The long, thick inner lips already gaped slightly. Her essence glistened in the thick, golden blonde hair along her slit. He licked her twat, then used both hands to explore the erotic garden.
Goose bumps sprang up all over her trembling body. Erotic heat inflamed her. Her provocative posture, her husband's lecherous admiration, excited her.
"When you look at my pussy that way, I get so horny." Her quivering voice betrayed her fervent emotion.
"Your pussy is beautiful," he murmured. "I can't think of a more pleasing compliment, darling."
He spread her legs and pushed them back until the tops of her thighs rested on her tits. He licked her sultry slit with a broad tongue, going from bottom to top several times. She moaned and began to hunch her cunt at his mouth. He took her long inner lips between his lips and sucked them gently. He fucked her with his tongue. He sucked her hole and drank her delectable juice.
Her body was a quaking mass of raw nerves. Her moans became louder and more lustful. Her body began to writhe restlessly. When his exploring tongue began to jitterbug on her large clit, her moans became wails. She climaxed within seconds. Her screams reverberated off the walls as she came again. Then her orgasms came one after the other, so close together they felt like one unending wave of eroticism.
In her fervid delirium, she thrust her legs down, breaking his hold. She locked her legs together behind his head and began to buck like a wild bronco. Her hands flew to her tits. She mauled the pliable mounds and twisted her stiff nipples.
He lashed her energized clitoris with tender affection. Her newly emerged personality thrilled him. The more she screamed and bucked, the more he wanted to please her.
Her voice became hoarse. Her screams began to ebb. She loosened her leg-lock on his head. She caressed his head and smoothed his hair with both hands. "Oh, darling, you're going to drive me crazy with your marvelous tongue," she said in a raspy voice. "Lick me some more. Make me cum again."
He chuckled and pushed her legs back up. A stream of sticky essence had oozed out of her hole and dribbled into the crack of her ass. He licked her slit clean, and her body began to twitch and jerk again. His tongue snaked down, following the line of sap between the cheeks of her ass. He licked her asshole, and she began to writhe and hunch. He dragged the tip of his tongue all the way up her slit and across her clit.
She locked her ankles behind his neck and yanked his face into her crotch. He began to lick her clit, and she went off immediately. He thought he would smother before her passion began to ebb and she released her leg-lock. He rose to his knees, leaned over and kissed her.
She caressed his cheeks with both hands and licked his mouth and chin. T love the way you eat me. Your tongue feels like an electric wire. A current flows from the end of your tongue right into my cunt."
"Your new enthusiasm is infectious," he said. He got off the bed and undressed. "The more active you are, the more I like to lick you."
"My enthusiasm is more like reborn instead of new," she said. "Maybe I ought to slow down. If you lick me any better than you just did, I'll go mad." She pushed herself back up against the stack of pillows and opened her legs wider.
He got back on the bed between her legs. His stiff prick stood straight out from his body, bouncing up and down as he moved. Her eyes reflected her admiration of his tool and her compelling desire to have it in her. He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders, nearly doubling her up. He shuffled forward until the tip of his cock touched her cunt lips.
She glanced down between her tits at his cock as she reached for it with both hands. "Gorgeous cock," she said softly. She ran the head up and down her steamy slit several times. The heavy beat in his organ warned her not to dally. She put the knob at the entrance of her cunt and looked up at him with adoration in her eyes. "My pussy is so hungry for your lovely cock," she cooed. "Feed her, darling. Give her a big drink of your delicious juice."
He eased his lusty, swollen prick into her bubbling passion pit. He clenched his teeth to keep from dumping his load immediately.
She read his expression perfectly. She reached up with both hands and caressed his cheeks. "Don't worry about it, darling," she whispered. "Just put that gorgeous hunk of meat in my cunt and fuck me!" She began to rotate her ass with slow, sensuous movements, encouraging him to skewer her with his lusty lance. "I'm still cumming a little. I'll get off again with you." She began to corkscrew and hunch at him.
He grunted hoarsely, slammed forward, and the tip of his cock rocked her cradle. He dug his fingers into her legs and began to short-stroke her rapidly as his cum gushed into her in a hot flood.
"Oh, fuck, darling!" she crooned. "I'm cumming with you! Oh, yes! That's the way. Fill my hot cunt! Give me all of your cum!" She began to buck and writhe. "Oh, God, baby, I love to fuck! You don't know how much I love to fuck! Oh, fuck, baby, I can't stop cumming. Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
His flow of cum abated. He uttered a deep grunt of satisfaction and began to fuck her with long, pile-driving strokes. She put her hands on her tits and began to knead the big mounds. She looked up at him and smiled dreamily.
"Your gorgeous cock is still so fucking hard, darling," she murmured. She drifted in an erotic haze, not quite sure where she was. She knew only that she was impaled on a hard cock, still cumming. "It feels fabulous. All hard cocks feel fabulous. I'm still cumming, darling. Get my cunt! Fuck my cunt hard. Fuck my ass into the bed. I love it. Love cock. Love to fuck!" Her head began to roll from side to side. Her hips began to twist and churn harder.
Her writhing and twisting and bucking goaded him on. She clamped his prick in the velvet vise of her cunt muscles and he knew that she had delivered the knock-out blow again.
"God, you've got a magnificent fucking cock!" she bawled. "Absolutely fucking outstanding! Cum with me! I love to feel hot cum spurting into me when I cum!"
He was too engrossed in her passion to notice that she was talking about cocks in general, not his specifically. He began to fuck her furiously. He grunted and groaned and gave her another shot of jism. She rode the crest of the tidal wave of passion with him, screaming and babbling with rapture. They fucked themselves out and he stretched on top of her. She cradled him in her arms and sucked his tongue as she kissed him passionately. She broke the kiss and licked his lips.
"God, what a fantastic fuck!" she whispered.
"You really got carried away," he said. "I've never seen you so hot."
"Fucking really is part mental, darling." She rolled them onto their sides and kissed him. "And I finally got my head screwed on straight."
He looked into her eyes. "I still want to know what made you change."
"You really loaded my cunt," she giggled. "You haven't given me a double load since our honeymoon. I'd better go get rid of it. I'm leaking all over the bed, and I don't like to sleep in a wet spot."
She twisted around, lifted his limp cock and sucked it into her mouth. She washed it with her tongue, then smacked her lips. She kissed him, slid out of bed and trotted to the bathroom. She came back and snuggled up against him.
"No more stalling," he said. "Tell me what this is all about."
"What, darling?" she replied innocently.
"Don't act dumb with me. For the past week, you've tried to fuck me to death. I'm not complaining, mind you. It's just that you made such a sudden, drastic change. I want to know why."
"Maybe you don't, darling," she said softly. "Maybe you ought to just accept me as I am now and let it go at that."
"Why wouldn't I want to know? Are you on drugs or something? Is that why you're so hyped?"
"I'm not on anything and I'm not hyped. Things change, darling. You didn't like my submissiveness. My problem was that I let you intimidate me. Don't ask me why. I don't know. You don't any more. You're seeing the real me now."
"I didn't know that I was intimidating you," he said.
"It was my fault, darling, not yours. Do you really want to keep me this way?"
"You know I do. What do I have to do?"
Rachel took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The moment of truth had arrived. "If you're really serious, you can start with a threesome. With you and another man."
"Well, that's a surprise, right out of the blue."
"Only because I've never let you know the real me," she said. "Maybe now that you do know, you don't like it. I told you that you ought to be careful what you ask for."
"Nothing worth having is free," Paul said. "How do you want to go about picking out another man?"
Rachel breathed an inward sigh of relief. "I'll leave it up to you, darling. I trust your judgment."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Rachel thought Friday would never arrive. Her hands shook as she cooked breakfast. She didn't ask Paul why he chose Don. She didn't care. What mattered was that tonight she was going to have two cocks. She thought of her evening with Anne and John. A threesome with a husband and wife was one thing. Making it with her husband and another man was a totally different ball of wax!
As soon as they finished eating, she pushed the dishes out of the way. She straddled Paul, slid her ass onto the table and spread her legs on each side of him. Her robe fell open, exposing her voluptuous naked body.
"Another surprise?" he chuckled.
"Darling, I'm so turned on, I can't stand it."
"You could jack off," he teased.
"Oh, baby, even if I used two vibrators and both hands, I still wouldn't get the job done!" She licked his lips, then kissed him.
He grinned and teased her by running his hands over the inside of her bare thighs. "You really are hot," he said. "That little thing of licking my lips is a dead giveaway. You're looking forward to Don's visit, huh?"
"Oh, Christ, darling! Don't tease me. Fuck me!"
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"You're damned right I want to go through with it!" she hissed. "I've had two men, one right after the other, but never two at the same time."
"Oh? When was this?"
She leaned over and unbuckled his belt. He stood up and she opened his pants and pushed them down. Her brazen behavior, and the thought of Don's visit, was having an effect on him, too. His cock sprang out and bounced up and down as it throbbed in time with his heavy pulse.
She wrapped her hand around the stiff staff and slowly skinned it back. "Before I met you," she replied as she tugged him closer.
He shuffled forward and she rubbed the knob of his prick up and down her hot, wet slit, teasing both herself and him.
"There's so much I don't know about you," he said. "One day soon, we have to sit down and talk."
She pushed the head of his cock down to her humid hole. "I told you, darling, I'll answer truthfully any question you ask, but I won't volunteer anything." She wrapped her legs around his waist, hunched her ass, and drove the head of his dick into her dripping cunt. She put her hands on his ass and pulled him closer still, sinking the rest of his prick into her.
"You drive a hard bargain," he grunted.
"I want you to drive a hard cock!" she moaned. "Fuck me before I go out of my fucking mind!"
He paused a moment, savoring the way her superheated cunt felt around his cock. It was a feeling like no other, a feeling to be remembered forever, no matter how many times a man fucks the same woman. She tugged at him with her legs, urging him to get busy. He began to give his prick to her, his full attention focused on the way his prick felt in her hot snatch. The hot snatch that was rapidly sapping his control.
She put her hands on his shoulders and held on as she looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her cunt. She began to wiggle her ass back and forth on the table in a lascivious rhythm. An expression of pure lust covered her flushed face. She adored the way her husband's lusty cock stretched her narrow channel. His hot poker was turning her crotch into liquid fire. She began to moan and pant like the little steam engine that could. The louder she moaned, the harder he fucked her. The harder he fucked her, the louder she moaned.
"Your cock feels so good, darling," she whimpered. She reached into her crotch and began to frig her clit. "God, I love to fuck! Get it, baby! Get it good! I'm almost there!"
He increased the speed of his swinging hips, slamming his prick deep into her tight twat. He put his hands on her tits and began to tweak her stiff nipples. She came with a rush of breath and a loud roar. Her inner cunt muscles locked his probing prong in a velvet vise. Her orgasm began deep in her sex channel. It traveled up her body in lightning-fast waves and exploded into a thousand points of light in her brain.
The first wave began to ebb and he started cumming. His jism squirted against the mouth of her womb, starting her all over again. She fell back on the table, tightened her legs around his waist, and fucked with him as hard as she could. They bucked and heaved together until his cock began to wilt.
"That was quite a breakfast," he said with obvious appreciation. "Think you can put it on the menu every morning?"
"If you think you can handle it," she whispered. "I'm like the airline, darling. I'm ready whenever you are, and I've always got a seat for you."
He flicked the tip of his tongue over her prominent clit. "And I've got a lifetime ticket in first class," he said with a chuckle. He hauled up his pants and went to the bathroom to wash.
She was still lying across the table when he returned. He licked her nipples, then kissed her.
"I'm not the only one who-likes to lick things," she giggled.
"You've got a lot of nice places to lick. See you tonight, baby."
"I still haven't decided what I'm going to fix for dinner," she said.
"Don't go to a lot of trouble. Don isn't interested in eating food."
She punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Oh, you!" she said in mock anger.
She ran around nude, cleaning the house, even though she'd cleaned it thoroughly the day before. She was so keyed up, so turned on, every nerve in her body tingled all day.
When Paul came home that evening, Rachel greeted him with a big kiss and a cold martini.
"I took my bath earlier," she said. "I'll be in to dress in a few minutes."
She finished up in the kitchen and went to the bedroom. He was standing in front of his closet, naked.
"What do you think I should wear?" he asked. "Does it matter?" she laughed. She took his hand and led him to the bed. "What's up?"
"Your cock," she replied. "I'm going to suck you off so you won't be in such a hurry to cum later."
"You think it's going to excite me to watch you with Don, don't you?"
"No, I don't think it will. I know it will. You're as excited as I am. If you don't believe me, look at your cock."
She sat him on the side of the bed and knelt between his legs. She gripped his stiff cock in one hand and licked the swollen knob until it was sleek and wet. His nerves jangled as her lively tongue caressed his sensitive flesh. He took her head in his hands and held it tenderly.
"You're a good licker, baby," he murmured.
She chuckled and lowered her head. She gripped his shaft tightly and peeled the foreskin back as she took the head into her mouth. She loved to suck cock, and knew she did it well. She began to masturbate him as she sucked only the head. One cock gave her tremendous pleasure. Two at the same time was going to be four times as much fun.
He encouraged her with little murmurs of pleasure. Sensing that he was close to cumming, she began to stroke faster and suck his cockhead harder.
He stiffened and lurched and took more of his prick into her mouth. His mighty cum shot filled her mouth all at once with slippery, hot fluid. She swallowed rapidly and took the thick mass of hot jizz down her throat. He fell back on the bed and lay still as she nursed on his prick and drew out the last few drops.
They got dressed just minutes before Don arrived. She put on a red garter belt, red hose and red, high-heeled sandals with straps that wrapped around the ankles. Whore's garb and fuck-me shoes, as she jokingly called it. She had never dressed that way for her husband. She hoped he liked it. She put on a simple cotton dress that buttoned down the front and went to the kitchen.
Paul served drinks and made small talk with Don as Rachel put dinner on the table. The meal went faster and easier than she thought it would. No one seemed to care how the food tasted. She wasn't even aware that she was eating. She cleared the table and joined the men in the living room.
She felt awkward and timid as she fixed a drink and sat between the two men. She could tell that Don liked her big tits and well-rounded ass. They each knew why they were there. She was so horny, but didn't know what to do or say to get the fun started. Neither man said anything. She wondered if they were too shy to double-fuck her.
She put her glass on the coffee table. She looked at Don and smiled shyly. She turned her head quickly and kissed Paul.
He hit her ON button by putting his hand on her left tit and fondling it lightly. Both of her nipples erected and her clit tingled. She yanked his zipper down and dug out his cock. She glanced quickly at Don, then leaned over and inhaled her husband's dick.
Paul pulled her up and opened the front of her dress. She leaned her head on his shoulder and held his prick in her hand. She pulled on it like a rope of taffy as he began to play with her tits.
Don looked at her luscious tits. The sight of the voluptuous, sexy woman lying half-naked in her husband's arms stirred his libido. He slid off the couch and knelt in front of her.
She pulled her dress up and hooked the heels of her sandals on the edge of the couch. She parted her legs and fluffed up the thick hair filling her crotch, then ran her middle finger up and down her slit. Don pushed her knees further apart and looked at her long, hairy crack.
She held the long, thick lips of her pussy open and tipped her cunt up. He leaned forward between her shapely thighs and his tongue shot out. His tongue touched her wet slit, and she gasped from the electric contact. She slid her itchy clit under the tip of his tongue and gasped louder.
"Ooohhh," she moaned. "Lick my clit. Suck my cunt. Oh, damn, eat me out and make me cum."
Don covered her hairy box with his mouth, stuck his tongue way up her cunt, and began to drink her savory nectar. She tasted good. She began to moan softly and pull on her husband's dick with strong tugs. The head stood out prominently as she squeezed the shaft fiercely. The slurp of Don's tongue in her pussy assailed her ears and made her tingle all over.
She tightened her grip on her husband's dick and kissed him breathlessly. Her ass began to beat a nonstop, urgent rhythm on the couch. The muscles in her tense thighs began to flex rigorously. Don's slurping grew louder as he began to lick faster.
She rolled her head to the side and moaned, "God, this is so exciting, darling! Don is really rocking my little man-in-the-boat."
Paul chuckled. "Little, my ass!" he said. He began to knead her big tits and tweak her thick nipples. "The damned thing's as big as the end of my little finger!"
She squirmed and rubbed her succulent, hairy slit all over Don's mouth. He licked her long gash from end to end. He lashed her clit softly. He stabbed his tongue deeply onto her sopping hole and tongue-fucked her and sucked her savory essence down his throat.
"Oooooo," moaned. "I love to get my pussy eaten. It's even better when the licker has such a wonderful tongue. Suck my cunt, baby. I'm going to cum."
Don couldn't believe his good fortune. He thought he would have to troll his favorite bar for pussy, then Paul invited him over. At first, he didn't believe that Paul wanted him to fuck his wife. When Paul assured him that was exactly what he wanted, he nearly creamed his jeans. Rachel was one of the sexiest women he knew. Now, wonder of wonder, the foxy woman was scrubbing her luscious cunt in his face and urging him to suck her off!
"Damn, you sure are hot tonight," Paul muttered.
"like a fucking blast furnace, darling," Rachel moaned. "You and Don don't have enough cum to put out the fire in my cunt."
"We'll just see about that," Paul replied.
Rachel grabbed Don's head and ground her cunt into his face. "Oh, yes, suck my cunt," she moaned. "God, it feels good! Going to cum all over your face, baby! Going to fill your mouth with my cream. Eat my cunt, baby! Drink my juice!"
She whimpered and moaned and snuffled and mewled and almost smothered the poor man with her fleshy, hairy snatch as her orgasm burst over her like a tidal wave. She came down slowly, mentally wallowing in the afterglow of the much needed release.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Don stood and tore off his clothes. Rachel saw that he had a nice cock. Not quite as long as Paul's, but a little thicker. A very nice endowment indeed! Goose bumps popped out all over her.
Don lifted Rachel's legs over his shoulders and tipped her pussy up. Paul leaned over and began to lick her tits and suck her sumptuous nipples. Watching Don fuck his horny wife was a real turn-on. Don held onto her legs and began to prong her with long, powerful strokes. She hunched her cunt at him and moaned deep in her throat.
"Oh, yes, Don, fuck me good!" Rachel moaned. "Make me cum until I beg for mercy!"
"Count on me, baby," Don grunted. "When I get through with you, Paul gets his turn."
Don sawed his cock in and out of her hot hole. She began to thrust and buck and twist her hips, matching his rhythm, fucking back at him with great gusto.
"I'm going to cum!" she wailed. "Fuck me good, Don! Make me cum hard!"
Her voice changed to a loud wail as her orgasm tore through her. Fucking another man while her husband watched stoked the fire in her gut and pushed her passions so high it didn't take much to make her explode. Her ass came off the couch and began to twist wildly.
Don hung on grimly, fucking her as hard as he could, carrying her through her orgasm. He pulled his prick out and slapped her on the haunch. "Turn over," he grunted. "I want to fuck you from the rear."
Rachel got on her hands and knees. She leaned on the top of the couch and looked at Don over her shoulder. She slid her knees apart and lowered her ass. When her gash reached the proper level, he impaled her on his cock again.
Paul got up, undressed quickly, went behind the couch and stood in front of his wife. She sighed deeply and lifted herself onto her elbows. Her dangling tits exceeded the distance from her elbows to her shoulders. Her bloated nipples bored into the top of the couch.
"Fabulous cunt, baby!" Don grunted.
"Marvelous cock," Rachel hissed. She looked at her husband. "Put your cock in my mouth and let me suck your balls dry."
"You got it, baby!" Paul agreed with delight. He stepped forward and stuck his cock in her mouth. "There it is, baby." He looked over her shoulder and watched Don's cock slide into her cunt. He never realized how much it would excite him to watch another man fuck his wife. "Suck my cock good. Aaahhh, your mouth feels wonderful." He put his arms around her chest and gathered her tits in his hands.
Don clung to her curvy hips and effortlessly sank his shaft to the hilt in her accommodating love tunnel. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feel of her tight channel. Fucking his friend's passionate wife exceeded his expectations. He looked over her shoulder and grinned at Paul. Then he began to lever his hips back and forth and twist them from side to side, reaming Rachel's hot honey hole with long, cunt-stretching strokes. Her carnal channel was as tight as a virgin's pristine hole. Her practiced twisting and bucking and humping was anything but virginal! She was one fantastic fuck!
He watched his prick slide in and out of her slick groove. Fucking her from the rear was as easy as pie. She had a long gash and a low-slung hole that peeked out between the cheeks of her ass. A lady definitely built for fucking in any position.
She tightened the mouth of her cunt around his prick. The constriction forced the blood toward the head of his dong on the out-stroke, keeping his cock as hard as iron bar. Everything about her was full and tight and firm and so pleasing.
Suddenly, Rachel arched her back and her sex gun fired. Paul's prick muffled her moans of ecstasy. He continued to pull and pinch her thick nipples. Don continued his steady, regular humping, driving her to the crest of her climax. She was almost beside herself with passion. Her nipples got hard and pointy, like bullets of tender flesh. Her pussy burned and ached and fairly dripped.
Don pulled out without cumming. His prick was still ramrod straight, glistening with the oil from her pussy. "Turn around and suck my cock, baby," he said. "Let Paul have your pussy for a while."
Rachel turned and knelt on the couch. Paul climbed over the back and knelt behind her. Don sat down in front of her and threw his leg over the back of the couch. She looked over her shoulder at her husband and wiggled her ass.
"Finger-fuck me and make me cum again before you fuck me, darling," she panted. "I love to cum!"
"As if I didn't know," Paul quipped.
Don held his prick in one hand with the head tilted up, put his other hand behind Rachel's head and pulled it down. She shaped her mouth into a large oval and her lush lips engulfed the head of the rigid tool.
Paul didn't have to separate her puffy pussy lips. They were already gaping open, revealing the entrance to her sex sheath. Her large clit stood far out of its hood, fully erect, clearly visible and fully accessible. He inserted two fingers of one hand in her bawdy beaver, all the way to the last knuckle, and put his thumb on her joy buzzer.
"Damn, baby, your cunt is steaming!" he exclaimed. "You're a hot little bitch! A regular fucking machine."
"Uh hmmm," she mumbled around Don's cock.
She wiggled her ass to encourage Paul to give her pussy a good fucking with his fingers. She lowered her head and gobbled more of Don's prick, going down until her lips touched the edge of his hand.
Don grabbed both of her ears and began to fuck her mouth. She easily accepted the full length of his stiff shaft and gurgled with happiness. Paul began to twist his fingers from side to side and pump them in and out of her cunt. He reached between her shapely thighs with his other hand and began to frig her big clit. The muscles inside her cunt squeezed and relaxed rhythmically around his fingers. She jerked and bucked and moaned loudly and rubbed her lips in the crisp curls around the base of Don's cock.
"Whoeeeeee, damn!" Don exclaimed. "She's going to suck my cock right out by the roots! I owe you a big one, buddy."
Paul chuckled. "She's getting ready to cum again. Her cunt is wearing out my fingers." He pulled his fingers out of her hole and shoved them back in her with enough force to rock her forward.
"Damn, she nearly swallowed my balls," Don said. "Do that again."
Paul banged his fingers into Rachel again and she started cumming. She had never had two cocks fucking her simultaneously. But she was a resourceful woman and soon worked out the procedure that would allow her to satisfy both men and herself at the same time. Don held onto her head with both hands, which helped some.
"God damn, baby, you're a fine cocksucker," he moaned. "Great mouth. Suck it, baby, suck it." He levered his hips up and down, sawing his cock in and out of her hard-sucking mouth. She didn't gag or object, so he shoved more of the shaft between her lips.
She helped by applying strong suction to his cock. She sucked so hard that her own grunt joined Don's groans of pleasure. And she didn't let up. Another orgasm began to bubble deep in her belly, weakening her ability to think of anything else. She wanted a double dose of cum; had to have it to ease her insatiable carnal craving.
She felt Paul's prick swell and knew he was ready to pump her cunt full of cum. She craved endless injections of male semen, thought of it as the elixir of life. She began to rock back and forth and flex her cunt muscles to milk him, extract his juice. She swallowed all of Don's cock, started cumming, and lost control of herself. The walls of her cunt contracted around Paul's prick and he released a massive load of cum.
She bounced and jerked and twisted on Don's cock as her husband filled her cunt to overflowing. She snorted and snuffled, then began to gurgle as
Don's hot cum gushed into her mouth and slid down her gullet.
She stretched out on her stomach and laughed giddily. "God, that was stupendous! I love it when I get all sweaty and sticky. Let's take a shower together, then get me sticky and sweaty again."
Paul looked at Don and grinned. "Now you know why I waited until Friday night to invite you over."
They trailed along behind Rachel, watching the way the well-rounded cheeks of her ass moved as she walked. Her big tits bobbed in and out of view, bouncing and jiggling in time with her steps. The thought of fucking this gorgeous, hot-blooded woman until he had to crawl home made Don's cock stir with new life.
Rachel stepped into the separate shower stall in the master bedroom. She turned on the water and adjusted it to the proper temperature. She looked at the men and licked her lips sexily. "Come on in, boys. The water's fine."
The shower barely accommodated the three of them. They had to stand close together, which suited them just fine. Rachel picked up the bar of soap and began to wash her husband's cock and balls. She fondled his tool and jewels thoroughly and smiled as his cock began to fill and rise again. She turned to Don and began to soap his cock and balls.
"Two beautiful cocks," she cooed. "How lucky can a girl get?"
"I'm the lucky one," Don replied. "At the risk of getting socked in the jaw by your husband, I have to tell you that I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you. You are so sexy and alluring."
"I don't think Paul will sock you in the jaw," she said. "We might invite you back for another night of fun. Just don't forget your manners and become a nuisance. I won't fuck you one-on-one without my husband's permission." She held onto Don's cock and reached over to grasp Paul's. "After while, I'm going to jack you both off at the same time. I love to watch a cock squirt."
They pressed her between their hard bodies with her magnificent tits mashed almost flat against Paul's chest. He kissed her and ran his hand between her legs to fondle her plump, hairy mound. Don slid the middle finger of one hand between the curvaceous cheeks of her enticing ass and pressed the tip against the little brown ring hiding in the deep cleft.
She stuck her tongue down Paul's throat and moaned. He eased two fingers up her cunt and she moaned louder. Don stuck his finger in her ass, and she moaned even louder.
"Her asshole is super-tight," Don said.
"Maybe you ought to fuck it while she sucks my cock," Paul said.
The idea appealed to Don. He hadn't plugged a woman's ass in a long time. He had never plugged one belonging to such a beautiful, hot bitch as this one.
Rachel clung to her husband's shoulders with both hands, closed her eyes, and reveled in the sensations of four male hands gently groping her body. She hoped Don did fuck her up the ass. Paul thrust his fingers deep into her cunt and jerked them hard. Then he pulled them back and dragged them through her slick slit to her clit. She nearly climbed his frame and suddenly started cumming. She wrapped her arms around his neck, plastered her mouth to his and plunged her tongue down his throat again.
Don began to finger-fuck her asshole, adding to her elation. The dual assault made her ass jerk back and forth and twist wildly. She quivered and fucked Paul's mouth with her tongue. Her climax built to a shattering peak, then ebbed slowly.
She pushed Paul away and leaned over. She put her hands on his hips and captured his prick in her mouth. He reached under her, cupped her dangling tits and began to knead the heavy mounds. She gurgled happily and wiggled her ass at Don. He embraced her from behind and reached around and put his hand between her thighs. He reached between her thighs, spread the lips of her cunt, and guided his cock into her. She bent her back, turned her ass up and squirmed her buttocks against his groin.
Paul leaned back against the tiled shower wall and watched his wife swallow his cock. He looked up and watched as Don pulled his cock out of her pussy and stick it up her ass. Now he understood what she meant when she said he ought to be careful what he asked for. He had no regrets. If this was what it took to keep her horny and assertive, he would bring in all of his buddies to fuck her.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"I hired a research assistant today," Rachel said during dinner.
"Male or female?" Paul asked.
"A cute young woman. You heard what I told Don the other night. I won't go one-on-one with a man without your permission." She deliberately left out any reference to a couple. She just might luck out and run into another couple like Anne and John.
"What's that got to do with the gender of a research assistant?"
"I'm very human, darling," she replied. "I don't want a virile young man here during the day."
"You could hire an old man," he laughed.
"Even old men have cocks, darling. Her name is Cathy. I'll ask her to stay late one night so you can meet her." She got up and started clearing the table. "Now, will you go to the bedroom, undress and wait for me?"
Paul lifted one eyebrow. "Another surprise?" he asked.
She leaned over him, licked his lips, then kissed him. "I won't be long," she replied.
The lip licking was a dead giveaway. She was already turned on. "Yep, another surprise," he laughed.
He patted his wife's ass affectionately and went to the bedroom. He undressed and began to stroke his cock so he would be ready when she came in.
About ten minutes later, Rachel called, "Darling, will you come to the living room?"
He sauntered into the living room with his erect cock wagging, and stopped dead in his tracks.
Rachel sat in her chair. Bright red lipstick, applied quite thick, accentuated her generous, sensual mouth. Her lush lips looked as if they had been dusted with silver. A wide silver choker adorned her graceful neck. Long earrings dangling from her lobes and a heavy silver chain circled her slender waist. Besides the jewelry and high-heeled silver sandals, she was quite naked. Her large, conical breasts jutted haughtily from her chest. The long, thick buds capping her firm tits were stiffly erect.
A cooler sat on the table by her chair. A bottle of champagne sat in the cooler. Three glasses sat by the cooler. And what Paul thought was a life-size female doll sat on her left leg. Long brunette hair cascaded over the doll's shoulders and down its back.
"An inflatable doll?" he said incredulously. "That's my surprise? You want me to fuck an inflatable doll?"
"This is Cathy," Rachel said. "She's a doll, but she's real."
Cathy laughed merrily. "If I was an inflatable doll, you would puncture me with that spear," she said.
He looked at his cock and grinned. "Well, I'll be damned," he muttered. Then he noticed that the girl's legs were parted and Rachel was idly caressing the hairy slit between her legs. "That's something new," he said, watching his wife's finger slide slowly up and down Cathy's pussy.
"Only for you," Rachel replied. She opened her legs so her could see her pussy. She continued to fondle Cathy's pussy as she poured three glasses of champagne. She lifted one and took a sip. "You gave me what I wanted when you invited Don to fuck me. I'm returning the favor by inviting you to fuck Cathy."
"Well, I'll be damned," Paul repeated. "She hardly looks old enough."
"I'm not jail bait, Paul," Cathy said. "I'm nineteen." She glanced down and smiled wistfully. "My tits aren't as big as Rachel's, but I can do anything she can."
"Your tits are big enough to hold a cock, darling," Rachel said. "That's big enough."
Paul looked closer at Cathy. She couldn't have been much over four feet tall. He guessed she weighed about 95 pounds. But she was quite shapely. Even sitting on his wife's leg, he could tell that she had a foxy ass.
Rachel set her glass on the table and put her right hand between her legs. Her middle finger began to glide lazily up and down her slit. The middle finger of her left hand continued to glide up and down Cathy's slit.
"You can handle two hot pussies, can't you, darling," she said.
Her voice was throaty and so sexy it made his nerves tingle. He didn't believe it was possible, but she looked even more seductive than usual.
"I've often thought of having you and another woman," he said.
"Tonight is your night, darling," Rachel said. "We're here for your pleasure. We'll do whatever you want." She gave him a dazzling smile. "I'm not being submissive again, darling. Just telling you the rules of the game."
"I don't think you'll ever be submissive again," he said.
Cathy perched on Rachel's leg, looking like a china doll. She put one arm around the blonde's neck and kissed her on the lips as she spread her legs wide. Her narrow hairy slit seemed to wink suggestively at Paul. Rachel opened the fat lips of the charming gash so Paul could see the bright pink interior flesh.
"She has such a dainty pussy," Rachel said. "For a little woman, her pussy lips sure are thick."
Cathy glanced at Paul's prick. "My hole is real small and your cock is pretty big," she said. "If you lick me first, I'll get real wet and then I can take you easily."
"I would love to lick you," Paul said.
"So would I!" Rachel giggled. "Now, darling, if you've stared at us enough, why don't you let us suck your cock?"
He moved closer. Cathy put both hands under his dick and lifted it. She regarded his tool lovingly, kissed the tip, then looked at Rachel. Rachel opened her mouth wide and Cathy guided the swollen knob between her lush, red lips. Cathy wrapped her hands around the thick stalk, one above the other, and began to stroke it as the large bulb glided slowly, smoothly into Rachel's gaping mouth.
Rachel sucked her husband's cock as she slid the tip of one finger up and down Cathy's little slit, dipping it into the young woman's hole and diddling her stubby love button. Cathy played with Paul's balls with one hand and stroked his thick shaft with her other hand. His meaty stem began to thicken significantly.
Rachel pulled his cock out of her mouth and offered it to Cathy. She peeled the foreskin back and kissed the end of the blunt boner. Then she opened her mouth as wide as possible and took the big knob inside. Her hands moved rapidly up and down the shaft as she fucked herself in the mouth with the weighty tool.
Rachel's temperature shot up. Her skin felt flushed to the inner depths of her body. Her nipples peaked, as hard as granite, and her pussy absolutely gushed. She squirmed in her seat, unable to sit still. Watching another woman suck her husband's cock had an unmistakably provocative effect on her.
Paul picked Cathy up and kissed her. He sat down on the floor, then lay back with her on top of him. She clung to his cock with both hands as he turned her around. His tongue flashed out and slithered up and down her slit. He stuck the tip in her tight little love hole, pulled her ass down, and made his tongue disappear into her magic box.
Rachel squirmed with excitement and fingered her pussy. She watched her husband and the horny little brunette with passionate eyes. Paul tongue-fucked Cathy as she valiantly gobbled his thick wand. He brought her to a quivering climax, then spun her around and positioned her pussy at the end of his fully erect instrument of pleasure.
Rachel got onto her knees. She reached out and grasped the shaft of her husband's prick. She put the distended knob between the lips of Cathy's pussy and worked it up and down her slit several times. Paul began to pull the young woman down on his big prick. The expression on her face said that she was lost in the ecstasy of having her cunt split wide open and stuffed full by his big cock. He buried his prick to the hilt in her tight pussy, then pulled her down against his chest.
"Your pussy feels good," he said softly.
"Your cock feels wonderful!" Cathy panted.
Rachel stared at the small cheeks of Cathy's ass and her husband's cock stuck up her cunt. She wet her finger with saliva and plunged it into the brunette's tight little asshole. Cathy yelped and began to writhe on Paul's cock. She shuffled her feet under her and began to bounce her ass up and down.
Rachel took her finger out of Cathy's asshole. "That got her motor started," she giggled.
The middle finger of her right hand skimmed lightly across the feverish, tingling kernel of her extra large clitoris and her body stiffened. A pronounced tremor of lust coursed outward from her loins, saturating her tortured flesh with its warmth. She thrust her finger in her honey hole and twisted it around. She pumped it swiftly in and out, then withdrew it and rubbed it slowly up and down her slippery slit. She plunged two fingers into her heated hole and began to stroke her clit with the middle finger of her left hand.
"I'm going to cum!" Cathy wailed. She began to hump Paul's dick furiously and went off like a keg of blasting powder.
Rachel's fingers began to flick faster and faster over her urgently pulsing love button, sending shock waves upward to her swollen mounds of tit flesh. "God, I love to watch a woman fuck!" she whispered, her voice strained with erotic tension.
"She's cumming! I'm going to cum!" Caught up in Cathy's eroticism, she began to frig her clit faster.
Cathy's face twisted with the ecstatic agony of orgasm. "Oh, God!" she yelled. "He's fucking me so hard! His big cock is stretching my tight pussy! I love it! I love it! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Rachel waited breathlessly for her climax, groaning lustily and worming her fingers rapidly in and out of the heat of her quaking cunt. Her shapely legs trembled. Her large tits bounced and shook as her body heaved and jerked. Suddenly, her entire body tensed and shuddered. Her climax burst over her, a volcano of breathtaking sensations that roared through every inch of her naked body. The lips of her cunt clutched at her lewdly fucking fingers. Her breath rasped from her throat in short gasps. She cried out loudly in deliverance, wallowing in rapture as the lightning bolts of ecstasy smashed relentlessly through her.
Cathy had two more powerful orgasms. She hung on the last climax, eagerly awaiting the next one. "Get me again, baby, get me good," she whispered. "I'm going to fly away! Give me your cum, baby! Empty your beautiful cock in me!" She sucked on his shoulder, then began to babble.
Torrents of jizz began to spurt from his tortured cock and flooded her depths in gushes. His cock stuffed her cunt so full there wasn't room for the whopping yield of his prick. He continued to thrust into her, forcing most of the sticky fluid out around his rigid shaft. Squelchy, slurpy sounds accompanied each lunge.
His culmination provoked another response in her, a massive one. She came harder still, so hard that she lost all sense of everything but the golden jolts of heavenly rapture blasting from her cunt. She sucked his shoulder and humped her ass in a frenzy.
"God, what a fantastic fuck!" Cathy whispered.
"You're the fantastic one," Paul said.
Rachel licked Cathy's lips, then kissed her. She licked her husband's lips, then kissed him. She lifted her head and grinned wantonly. "Oh, darling, watching Cathy ride your cock was so fucking exciting!" she exclaimed.
"You're something else," he said with a big grin.
"Uh huh. I'm also wanton and lewd and lascivious and randy. And one hell of a fuck!"
Cathy climbed off Paul and eyed his cock. "Look at that beautiful thing," she said. "It's still hard. Want to go fuck your wife now?"
Rachel jumped up and leaned on her chair. "Take me from the rear, darling," she said. "Cathy can put your cock in me."
Cathy turned around on her knees and spread the cheeks of Rachel's ass. She licked her pussy and asshole, then looked at Paul. She winked, grasped his cock and put the head against Rachel's asshole. He bucked his hips forward and buried his cock up his wife's ass.
"Oh, fuck!" Rachel gasped.
Cathy got on her knees between Rachel's legs, tilted her head up, and began to lick her clit.
"Oh, double fuck!" Rachel wailed. She began to buck and heave and her sex gun fired immediately.
Paul didn't last much longer. An instant before he shot his load, he withdrew his cock from his wife's asshole. He grabbed the thick stalk and began to jerk it rapidly. He aimed his prick like a fire hose and sprayed long streams of cum into Cathy's open mouth. He backed up and sat on the couch, breathing hard.
"Jesus, I'm bushed," he said.
"You can't be," Rachel giggled. "That was just the preliminary round, darling. Last one able to stand up gets the gold medal."
"I ought to get a Purple Heart for just showing up," he muttered. "When you two get through with me, I'll be a wounded duck."
"Oh, poor baby," Cathy giggled. "I know a dozen men who would give their left nut for a chance like this."
"We might have to call them," Paul said. "I'll be right back."
"We aren't going anywhere, darling," Rachel said. "No, I didn't think you were," he said as he left the room.
Cathy pushed Rachel onto the couch and tumbled on top of her. They snuggled together, tits to tits and pussy to pussy.
"Paul really enjoyed getting you," Rachel said. "You're a good fuck."
Cathy giggled. "Unfortunately, men have no way of knowing if a woman is a good fuck until they try her. Or another man recommends her." She squirmed against Rachel. "I like to snuggle with women. Their bodies are so soft and tender."
"I don't get to snuggle with a woman as much as I would like," Rachel said. "You like to snuggle with men, don't you?"
"Oh, you'd better believe I do!" Cathy exclaimed. "I snuggled with one this afternoon. I was with him when you called."
"I hope I didn't mess up your day," Rachel said.
"You didn't," Cathy replied. "He got me twice before you called. He's only eighteen, and hasn't fucked very much, but he's eager and willing and his cock is almost as nice as Paul's."
"You're quite a girl," Rachel said. "You fucked him twice, then came here? Quite a bit of action for one day, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but not too much," Cathy said with a sly grin. "Besides, I didn't know I would get to fuck Paul."
Paul came back and looked at the horny women squirming together on the couch. "You know what I would like?" he said.
"What, darling?" Rachel said.
"I would like to see you two rub pussies."
Rachel and Cathy felt a jolt of turmoil at the same instant. They wondered if he had been reading their minds. They looked at each other and grinned. Rachel knew that sooner or later, her husband would find out about her penchant for pussy. Now was as good a time as any to show him just how much she liked women.
"You would, huh?" Rachel said.
Paul nodded. "Yeah. This is the first time I've had two women." He beamed brightly. "I've fantasized about it, though, and watching two women get each other off would really turn me on. Who knows, this might be my only chance to fulfill my fantasy."
"Maybe Cathy doesn't do that," Rachel said.
"You didn't say anything about yourself," Paul replied. "Why wouldn't she rub pussies with you? She licked your pussy while I was fucking you."
Cathy had a radiant, wishful expression on her face. "I think he's caught us," she giggled.
"We'd better get on the floor where we have more room," Rachel said softly. She smiled lewdly, with the assured air of a seductress. "Maybe watching us will put some starch back in his cock."
A colorful flush surged over Cathy's young naked body. She tumbled to the floor and rolled onto her back with a deep sigh. Rachel got on her hands and knees by her. She kissed her sensual lips, then licked each of her tumescent nipples. She threw a glance at her husband, then bent down and meticulously licked her pussy.
"Oh, Rachel!" Cathy exclaimed softly. A woman's soft tongue in her pussy always shocked her so pleasantly.
Rachel sat down and caressed the inside of Cathy's satiny thigh. Her hand moved slowly into the brunette's crotch. Her middle finger skittered delicately over her puffy lips.
"Oh, darling!" Cathy whispered breathlessly. She fidgeted lewdly under the blonde's provocative touch. "I love it when my pussy is played with."
"I'm going to make you cum, darling," Rachel said softly.
She continued to finger the young woman's hot box until it became liquefied and the thick lips separated to reveal the luscious pink interior flesh. She wet her finger in Cathy's erotic juice and daintily ran her the tip over her clit. She looked at her husband and smiled.
"Her pussy is so dainty," she murmured.
"I like to watch you play with it," Paul said.
"Oh, I'm so glad you do, darling. I was afraid you wouldn't like it if you knew that I was bisexual."
"I like you more every day," he laughed. "I'm also beginning to understand what you meant about being careful what I ask for. So far, I haven't gotten anything I don't like."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Rachel intentionally teased Cathy into a high state of arousal. She drove her to the very thin edge of a climax, but made her wait for the blessed relief.
Cathy cooed and squirmed and wiggled, then reached the point where she could no longer endure the delightful agony. "Oh, Rachel! Darling! Dear God, please get me off!" she begged passionately.
Grinning with mischief, Rachel began to diddle the brunette's clit faster. Cathy's pussy exploded abruptly. Her ass came off the floor and began to twist up and down and around and around urgently. She squealed and humped and bounced, delirious with lewd satisfaction.
Rachel waited until Cathy's orgasm peaked. With a smile of carnal stimulation, she pushed her ass back down to the carpet and mounted her. She settled between her legs with lust-filled eyes and mashed their clits together. Then she began to rub her hairy gash against Cathy's.
Cathy surrendered to her lascivious urges with a wail of delight. "Oooooo, darling!" she exclaimed with exuberant fervor. "Rub your pussy against mine, darling!" Her eyes were half-closed and her mind wallowed in the lewdness of what she was doing. She pitched her crotch upward, pressing her furry box tight to Rachel's tender crack. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me good."
In the blink of an eye, their wanton activity became tumultuous. Cathy plunged and bucked and ground her overly stimulated joy button against Rachel's large pleasure spike audaciously.
Cathy wailed, "I'm going to cum, baby!"
In a whirlwind of thrusts and twists, Cathy brought herself off on the blonde's cunt. An instant later, Rachel followed her through the gates of nirvana.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh, yes! Me, too!" Rachel cried, climaxing as strenuously as her young friend.
Their frenzy of excitement dwindled slowly to a few mild tremors. Rachel rolled onto her back at Cathy's side. They held hands like a couple in their first discovery of young love.
Paul gazed at their slits, each glistening with the other's juice. "Beautiful," he said softly. "You two make quite a pair."
Rachel rose to her knees. She went through her erotic routine of licking her husband's lips and kissing him, then licking Cathy's lips and kissing her. "I like to fuck women, darling," she said. "Just think what that means for you in the future."
"There goes my day off!" Paul laughed.
"You sure made me cum hard," Cathy said. She looked at Paul and grinned. "Your cock is getting hard. Did you pull on it while you watched us fuck?"
"I didn't have to," he replied. "Just watching you was enough."
"Your cock is so lovely, darling," Rachel said softly. "A big delectable pacifier."
"Pacifiers are meant to be sucked," he said huskily.
Her mouth drooled at the sight of his prick. "So they are, baby, so they are," she cooed. She pushed him onto his back and leaned over him. Her mouth swooped down on his cock, absorbing the swollen knob hungrily.
He reached down to cup her tits and began to knead the fleshy globes. "Ummm, yes, baby," he muttered. "Suck my cock. Aaahhh, your mouth feels wonderful." He looked at Cathy and said, "She's a wonderful cocksucker."
"So am I," Cathy said. "I didn't know this job was going to have so many wonderful fringe benefits."
Rachel cherished the feel of her husband's hefty prong in her mouth. After a few minutes of talented cocksucking, she lifted her head. Saliva and sensuous fluid coated her lips, making them glisten brightly. Her tongue slithered around her lips with a dainty, but oh so lewd, gesture.
"Don't cum in my mouth, baby," she said in a hoarse whisper.
"No problem, baby," he replied. "I can hold back a long time now. Have fun."
She began to fuck herself in the mouth with his big tool again. Her cheeks hollowed as she nursed hungrily on the tumescent pillar of virile meat. His cock was so solid, so demanding and, at the same time, so supple and silky. Her tongue swirled around and around, concentrating on the bare, sensitive bulb as her head bobbed up and down.
Rachel lifted her head and smiled. "Your cock feels so good in my mouth, darling, but I need it in my pussy. I'm going to fuck you this time."
"Enjoy the ride," he said with a grin.
Rachel straddled his hips. Cathy reached in and grasped his prick. She licked it lovingly, coating it with saliva. The touch of her soft tongue and lips made his tool swell even more. She glanced at Rachel's cunt, at the thick, pouting coral lips clearly visible through the forest of fluffy blonde curls. She held his shaft in her dainty hand and rubbed his cock knob between the fluttering lips of Rachel's pussy.
"Fuck her, baby!" she hissed. "I want to watch your big cock slide in and out of her pussy! She looks so wanton when she cums!"
Rachel lurched down abruptly, jamming her husband's cock up her spastic love tunnel to the hilt with one urgent, hungry gulp. "God, hard cock feels good!" she said softly.
Cathy sighed as she watched Paul's stout lance quickly disappear into Rachel's magic box. "God, what a beautiful sight!" she whispered. She sat down where she had a clear view of the coupling of Paul's cock and Rachel's cunt. She spread her legs and put her hand in her crotch. "I'll just sit here and play with my pussy while you fuck. Watching a husband fuck his horny wife is so fucking exciting!"
Paul reached up to grasp his wife's bounteous tits. The excess flesh of the large melons spilled out of his hands. He kneaded the resilient mounds tenderly. "Don't ever ask me to chose between your mouth and your pussy," he said.
"Why should I?" Rachel giggled. "You can have both any time you want them."
Rachel reveled in the big prick buried deep inside her hot sex channel. It felt even better with Cathy watching. She flexed the strong muscles inside her sheath around the hard, pulsating shaft and moaned with joy. Using his stout prick as a retaining pin, she began to twist her ass round and round. With his assurance that he wouldn't cum for a while, she took the time to luxuriate in the way his dick stretched her cunt so delightfully.
"I feel your gorgeous cock throbbing in me, baby," she whispered. "It fills my pussy so perfectly." She rocked her hips from side to side and back and forth. "It's so long, baby! Goes so deep, so fucking deep! Ummm, I love to fuck you." She contracted her cunt muscles around his cock shaft, vibrating strenuously. Did you like that?"
"I loved it, baby," he groaned. "Damn, you're a great piece of ass!"
Incited by Cathy's presence, the young woman's active participation in their earthy pursuits, Rachel began to fuck her husband with uninhibited lustiness. His wife's tight cunt was nirvana, saturated with love juice and sweltering, like her emotion. It was actually milking his prick. He ran his hands over her flaring hips, over her well-rounded ass cheeks, up her smooth back, and around to her splendid, fleshy tits. He pinched and tweaked her tumescent nipples and fondled the imposing globes.
She held his prick firmly in her spastic sheath and leaned over. She playfully slapped his face with her jaunty tits. The pliant mounds bounced against his cheeks like soft, erotic pillows.
"Suck my nipples," she moaned.
He chased her jiggling tits with his mouth. He caught one swollen tip, held it between his teeth and nipped it, just hard enough to make the solid bud sting. She hunched on his cock so hard, she slammed his ass into the floor.
He kissed her nipple affectionately, held it between his teeth and flicked his tongue over the stiff bud. He held onto her tits and jerked his hips up. The force of his thrust lifted her knees off the floor. When she settled back down, she grunted with joy as his cock vibrated in her tight, grasping love hole.
She mentally wallowed in the feeling of his manly love spear stuffing the boiling cauldron of her juicy hole. She moaned with the rapture of having her husband's hefty hunk of fuck meat stuffed up her cunt. His prick pulsated, beat an erotic tattoo in her lusty love tunnel. She pinned him to the carpet and rotated her cunt on his stiff dick.
"The only thing better than having my pussy stuffed full of hard cock is to cum," she whispered. "And I'm going to do that right now!" She grazed her nails across his chest to underscore her hot-blooded yearning.
Paul fondled and kneaded her bountiful tits. Rachel began to lift and drop her lush ass, fucking herself on his thick cock meat. Her sheath clenched and relaxed, and she caressed the lengthy, stalwart shaft with her well-oiled cunt.
She leaned back, bending his cock at an acute angle. She leaned all the way back and put her palms on the floor by his thighs. Her crotch was apart, clearly showing his hefty cock splitting her hairy nether lips wide open. Her head lolled back. Her long blonde hair brushed the top of his legs. Her face twisted with erotic hunger.
The lascivious sight of Paul's cock piercing Rachel's tantalizing hole thrilled Cathy. "Let me help," she said softly. She reached into the top of
Rachel's seam and began to flog her clit with two fingers.
Rachel's movements became tumultuous as she wiggled and bucked and heaved on her husband's prick. She mumbled and cooed incessantly, then screamed loudly when she hit the crest of her cataclysmic bliss. "Don't cum, baby!" she squealed. She rode out the furry of her passion, slowed to a few uncoordinated humps. "Your turn, darling," she whispered as she rolled off her husband.
Cathy scrambled up and straddled Paul's hips. Rachel grasped her husband's dick and put it in the young woman's tight little hole.
"Isn't this exciting?" she breathed.
Paul's cockhead touched the lips of the brunette's twat and gently eased in. "Super!" he sighed with satisfaction as he buried his shaft in her tight love tunnel until their pubic hair intertwined. He pulled Cathy down and showered hot kisses on her sweet lips as she mashed her tits into his chest and began to ride his cock.
Rachel sat by her husband's head and began to finger her clit. Her pussy was so hot. She wondered if he could smell it. She could.
"Oh, yes, baby!" Cathy whispered. "Fuck me good. I need to cum on your cock so badly!" She pushed herself up and stuck her tits in his face. "Suck my tits while you fuck my pussy," she said, her voice hoarse with passion. "I'm right on the edge, baby. Fuck me good. Make me cum and cum and cum until my mind goes blank."
Paul began to lick her thick, very hard nipples as her enchanting cunt slid up and down his cock. After only a few powerful, sensuous strokes, her prediction came to pass. Her first climax came roaring in like a whirlwind. His cock was suddenly trapped in a vise of meaty muscles. It was released only to be trapped again. Again and again, her spastic sex channel embraced his cock.
"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" she wailed, as if she had to tell him. "Oh, yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me, oh, baby, fuck me!" she crooned. "Make me cum good, baby, make me cum good. I love to cum, baby, ohhh, yes, I love to fuck and cum and your cock feels so good!"
Paul lunged up with quick hard strokes, fucking her with the full length of his lusty lance. Her ass went into high gear as he plowed her precious garden of carnal bliss.
Her dynamic cunt muscles continued to clench and relax around his prick, tightening when it was all the way in and loosening as she heaved up. His mouth worked steadily at her tits, licking and sucking and nibbling her nipples in a unconstrained, alternating rhythm.
"Oh, baby, your cock is wonderful," Cathy moaned. "You're fucking me so well!"
Actually, he wasn't fucking her at all. She was doing all the work. All he had to do was supply the cock that was giving her such pleasure and go along for the ride.
Cathy wiggled her ass, teasing herself with the rigid hunk of man meat boring into her cunt. She was a groggy mass of lustful emotions. She humped his prick, making her vat of fiery passion bubble more vigorously. She cried out, close to losing control as another climax began to rumble deep in her cunt. She jerked upright, stared at Rachel.
"I love to fuck your husband," she whispered. She continued to wiggle her ass. Her orgasm was so close. "Oh, his cock is turning me inside out!" She began to thrash violently. Her tits bounced and jiggled, swinging and swaying and going around in circles, all at the same time.
"I love to watch you fuck him," Rachel said. "You look so provocative riding his cock."
Paul looked up at his wife and jammed his prick into the brunette's cunt, helping her along. Cathy's beautiful face was covered by a lustful expression as she continued to hump and twist rapidly. Her mind swirled about in a world of its own. Her eyes glittered like perfectly cut sapphires reflecting the midday sun. Her hands cupped her tits.. .slid down to press on her belly.. .slipped into her crotch to feel the connection between her hairy lower lips and his magnificent pussy pleaser.
"Going to cum now," she said hoarsely. "Going to drown your husband's gorgeous cock in juice!"
The licentious spectacle got to Rachel. Merely playing with her pussy wasn't enough. She captured her clit between her first and second fingers and began to frig herself rapidly.
Paul fucked his prick into Cathy with increased vigor. His ass thumped against the floor. His thrusts were powerful enough to propel her into orbit. She soared to the peak of passion. Her cunt locked fiercely around his cock. She began to twist and bounce frantically. Her ass slammed into his groin. She leaned forward, put her hands on the floor by his head, and scrubbed her clit on his pubic bone.
The friction on her clit added more sensations to her already mind-boggling climax. Her orgasm became more intense. She screamed louder. She lost control of her body and contorted spasmodically on his stiff rod. She fucked herself senseless on his driving prick. Totally spent, she fell forward, her body limp, her tits surrounding his face.
He rolled her onto her back and straddled her chest. He pulled his prick out of her cunt and touched the tip to her lips. She looked up at him, lust shining in her eyes. Her tongue darted out to lick the swollen knob. She made an oval of her mouth and accepted the lewd offering.
"God, you've got a wonderful mouth," he gasped. "Suck my cock, baby! Suck me off. I want to cum in your mouth!"
Overcome with excitement, Cathy closed her lips around his cock and began to suck with an expertise perfected in a short time by concentrated practice.
He fucked her mouth avidly. Her lips were sheathed tightly around the impaling thickness of his shaft. Her stiff nipples tickled the cheeks of his ass. He panted hard, his face a mask of lust. He looked at Rachel and grinned. His wife watching the girl suck him off added to his own excitement.
Cathy was hungry for his cum, eager to taste the rich essence of manhood. His moans of pleasure delighted her. He groaned louder. His prick began to throb, then gave up its heavy load of sperm. Thick gobs spewed into her sucking mouth. Willingly, greedily, she accepted the offering of his seed, swallowing his cum as rapidly as it jetted into her mouth in a feverish cascade. Drained and thoroughly satisfied, he lay down and stretched out with a big sigh.
Cathy sat up and looked at Rachel, smiling angelically. "I don't know how this came about, but I'm glad it did," she said.
"Cum is such a loaded word," Rachel quipped.
"I think I'm going to enjoy being your assistant," Cathy giggled. She lifted Paul's cock with her thumb and forefinger, then let it fall limply between his legs. "Looks like I sucked all the starch out of his cock."
"Why don't you lick my pussy?" Rachel said.
Paul pushed himself up on his elbows and looked at his wife. "Are you two ever going to stop?"
"Not until we find out who gets the gold medal," Rachel replied. She gasped as Cathy ran the tip of her finger down her seam. "Looks like you qualify for the bronze right now."
"The night is young," Cathy said. She kissed Rachel's sweet carnal flesh. She ran the tip of her tongue the full length of her gash. She stiffened her tongue and stuck it in her sultry passion pit.
Paul got on his knees and reached around to fondle Cathy's tits. "Guess I might as well get in on the fun," he said. "Things sure have changed."
"All for the better," Rachel gasped as Cathy began to tongue-fuck her.
