As the door closed behind her, Leena tugged off her sweatshirt and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were nice and big and shapely, and the cool air made her nipples tighten. A moment later, running shoes and socks joined the pile of discarded garments on the carpeted floor.
She stretched in mid-stride, heading toward the bathroom, and lifted her tits in her palms. Her fingers slid teasingly over the pulpy bulges of her outthrust nipples and sent little electric thrills chasing through her body.
Sensing an increasing stir in her pussy, she yanked off her sweats and her cotton panties in a single motion while she was still outside the bathroom door. A tug at the knot in her hair sent a thick dark cloud of curls swirling gracefully over her bare shoulders.
The air was warmer in the bathroom, but the floor tiles were still cool and arousing under her bare feet. She closed the door behind her and started the water running in the tub.
Raising her arms above her head, Leena turned to inspect her naked figure in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She tried to view herself objectively as she gazed at her pale-skinned reflection, as if she were viewing her heavy tits and the sensuous sway of her body through the eyes of an admirer...perhaps even his eyes.
She was young, beautiful, maybe not quite perfect, but there wasn't any sag to her ass-or anything else, for that matter. Yes, she had a body that made other women envious. Lord knew, she gave it enough care, constantly watching her diet, jogging daily.
And she would never be satisfied with a man who wasn't equally concerned about his own physical condition. like him.
Did he like big tits? she wondered. Most guys did. But would hers, with her big, pink nipples, turn him on?
The impossible thought that he might some day see them intrigued her, and she wet her fingers and made the pink spikes glisten as she rolled them between her fingertips, causing them to pucker and turn hard.
And what would he think of the thick handful of black curls that covered her crotch? Would he think the contrast with her naturally blonde head curls odd, or would he be pleased by the true beauty of her womanhood?
Imagining her fingers to be his fingers, Leena ruffled them lightly across the curls at the base of her pussy mound, then separated the downy tendrils gingerly so that she could inspect the deep notch of her cunt slit. It turned her on to be looking at herself in such a manner, appraising her naked body and her pussy in the mirror. The bold slash stood out vividly, demanding attention.
Drawing her hand away, she scolded herself for the direction her mind had taken and climbed into the tub. Sure the guy was a hunk, but he was just a fellow jogger she happened to be running into in the mornings, and nothing more than that. He probably already had a steady girlfriend, or maybe even a wife.
Fat chance she had of ever meeting him-let alone ending up under the covers with him. No, she sighed, testing the water with her hand, her luck didn't run to good-looking, and probably well-hung studs.
Not that her own fianc' wasn't good looking. But they had been going together now for nearly a year, and she still hadn't the slightest idea of how well hung he was-or if he was even hung at all, for that matter. Somehow, she had an idea the mysterious jogger would never let a ripe woman wither so long on the vine.
Leena threw some bath oil crystals into the tub then climbed in, sliding her naked body down into the steaming hot water. She lounged back and let the warm water play sensuously over her nude figure. Somehow, whether from staring at herself in the mirror, thinking about the handsome stranger, or a combination of both, she started to get turned on.
She had a decision to make-a real toughy-either she ignored it, or she followed the thing through. And if she tried to ignore it, there was really no guarantee that the sweet ache in her pussy would just magically go away.
Leena's mind began to wander as she ran a soapy washcloth over her tits and worked up a foamy lather. Considering the direction of her thoughts, it wasn't surprising that her fingers lingered over her nipples, making them pucker and turn into hard, thrusting spikes.
It wasn't hard for her to picture the man in her mind's eye, or for her imagination to make the picture complete, filling in the unknown details. He was probably an executive-a junior executive, more than-likely, on his way up. She had no prejudices against a yuppie; she was one herself, actively seeking all the good things life had to offer.
Lying back in the warm water, her soapy hand roamed her body as the picture became more personal. He had a marvelous physique. She had watched the tight flexing of his powerful thigh muscles as he jogged easily just a few yards ahead of her.
Yeah, he was a hunk, all right.
His ass cheeks would be hard, and firm to the touch. Oh Lord, did she even dare think about his equipment? Some women thought men where all a-like in that way, but she knew better. She had only seen a few, but she had studied the ones she had seen enough to know that each dick was different-each had its own personality, so to speak.
And with nothing more to go on than the man's marvelous physique, she could imagine this one any way she wanted it.
Her mind again pictured the man running in front of her, his ass cheeks flexing under his thin running shorts. Then her imagination took over. She stopped him in mid-stride and turned him around. While he stood there, breathing heavy, her eyes roamed him from top to bottom. She had been right-there was a healthy bulge in his shorts, one that promised an impressive tool.
Suddenly, his thin covering dematerialized, and he was standing there, wearing only his Reebok running shoes. Oh, God, she had been right! Her imagination put the picture in motion and he was running again, this time toward her, naked, with his cock flopping from thigh to thigh. It was long and thick and, as he came closer, she could see its fat head bouncing across the tops of his hairy legs.
The picture changed, and they were no longer running in the park, but secluded in the intimacy of a plush bedroom. She was naked, too, and close enough now that she could touch his magnificent staff while his hot breath warmed her body. It was hard, and thick, and it had a slight bow that made it arch upward... the perfect shape to fit the graceful inner curve of her vagina. And his scrotum...yes, that was fat and warm, filled with creamy goodness...the elixir of life, itself.
Her hands-his hands-were moving slowly over her smooth, soapy skin, appreciating the firm-fleshed youthfulness of her fine body, sweeping across her tits, her stomach, creeping slowly underwater and between her legs.
It was a fantasy, of course, but the feelings that arose were very real. One hand continued soaping her tits while a finger from the other hand gently stroked her pussy.
Oh, he was hard! Fucking hard. Her mind savored the term that was so foreign to her vocabulary, but that seemed so right as the heat rose deep in her belly. Fucking... fucking...fucking!
The single word expressed all her yearnings... the craving that she tried so hard to keep under control...the sexual hunger that made her single life so incomplete.
Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh yessss.
Leena knew this was a fantasy, but it was a fantasy that was based on reality. The man was real-she had seen him now every morning for a week-and he had the kind of body any hot-blooded woman would drool over. Yes, there was no doubt that he was blessed with a cock that could do some serious fucking. And there was equally no doubt that it would never fuck her.
Unless...one of them did something about it.
A warm, fuzzy feeling came over Leena, and a hum started between her legs. She welcomed the feeling, and she wanted to encourage it without making it pass too quickly.
Leena's hands moved under the soap-clouded water of the tub.
Her fingers inched toward her pussy. She let out a little gasp as they pushed past her clit and traced the smooth contour of her slit.
She tried to imagine that it was his hand, but it was hard to separate the sensations, to isolate the feelings that came from her fingertips from those aroused by the digits in her cunt. And she didn't really want to separate them, anyway, the mixed excitement was so delicious.
A finger slipped into her pussy slash.
It began rubbing gently.
Another finger joined it, and both fingers began stroking the warm, sticky walls of her cunt. She slid them far back into her slick channel. Her breath thickened, and her vulva pushed upward, filling the palm of her hand.
Secure in the privacy of her own home, she let her voice echo her thoughts. "Do it, stud. Fuck me. Right here in the bathtub. Spread my legs and push your cock in deep. Mash my clit. Make that prick move inside me. Fuck me! Fuck my hungry pussy!"
Leena imagined the impossible position clearly, easily picturing the water sloshing and pouring off his husky body in sheets as he plunged between her legs. The two fingers stroking her wet slit were a big, hard cock, plumbing her depths. Intense excitement charged her nerves.
In another apartment, not too far away, the man of her dreams was stripping off his sweatpants. His cock flopped out. It was an impressive bundle, although nowhere near as massive as Leena had pictured it in her dreams.
He was thinking of her, too. Her rich, blond hair...her dark eyes...rosy lips...cuddly-looking body.
Oh, yes, it was fun picturing that. She had big tits-he knew that from watching their gentle bounce as she ran-too big to be completely tamed by a sports bra. And nice skin-so she probably had a creamy ass...and a cute little black-haired pussy.
His cock erected into a big, thrusting spike.
"Shit!" he murmured. "Just what I need! A goddamn fucking hard-on!"
But, what the hell? He might just as well make the most of it. He certainly hadn't gotten much pussy since breaking up with Mandy.
Ted stepped into the shower and quickly soaped himself down. Since she was the one who had started it all. He let his mind dwell on her as he worked his cock with his fingers, gently jerking it back and forth.
He had spotted her first a week ago when sidewalk repairs had made him detour from his usual jogging route. And, ever since, he had timed his morning outings to match hers. They had been running together, almost side by side, for several days, now, but they had yet to say a word to each other.
Well, he'd have to do something about that, he thought, staring down at his cock. He chuckled. Yes, he'd certainly have to do something about that.
Did she fuck? Or, more specifically, would she fuck him? Or, being even more blunt, what would it take to get her to fuck him?
She was certainly a desirable objective. Those pretty tits would be fun to play with, and he could just imagine she had cute little suckable nipples. Taking a deep breath, he could even imagine her smell as his mouth drooled, anxious for a lick of her cunt.
He shuddered. God, he was horny!
His fingers tightened around his boner, trying to imitate the gentle, persistent stroking of a cock in a pussy. And now, the pussy had a personality. It wasn't just any pussy; it was her pussy.
He deliberately teased himself, easing off to keep from shooting his juice, delaying the culminating eruption as long as possible.
Just as he would if he were fucking between her thighs, pillowing his chest on her tits while her legs squeezed against his stroking hips. Would she be a squealer? Or a moaner?
Whatever, she would be writhing and weaving and breathing hard as his cock drives picked up their tempo. His hand tightened around his prick.
Oh, yes!-she would be tight, sooo tight, and seething with warmth inside.
And juicy, too. He could almost feel her frothy fluids bubbling from her pussy and making his thighs slick and nasty.
That sweet little pussy would twist and twirl and drive him ever closer to bliss.
Mmmmmmmm...Leena's thought became even raunchier as she pushed her fingers ever farther into her pussy. The lips of her pussy widened.
She hated this-hated fucking herself-but what else was a healthy, self-respecting twenty-two-year-old to do to keep her sanity? She couldn't just rip off her clothes like she longed to do and rush right into the guy's arms and beg him to fuck her.
God, she wished she hadn't been raised so properly. She wished she had been raised as a bitch. She wished she'd had more than three lovers in her life. She wished she'd been fucked more than twelve times. She wished she didn't feel so guilty about doing herself. She wished she could fuck that man. Oh, God, she wished she could suck on his cock!
Oh, God, what would that be like? Would a man's dick taste nasty in her mouth? Would it be bitter? Sweet? Would it have any taste at all?
She tried to imagine the feel of a hard, healthy spike poking between her lips...her tongue swirling around its head... the tip locking in the groove that set off its fat tip.
Did they all have a groove like that? She didn't know; she'd never even seen an uncircumcised one. Her girlfriends told her they had flaps of flesh at the end. She couldn't even imagine it.
But his would be circumcised, she just knew it. Just as she knew he would be the type who wouldn't hesitate to duck his head between a woman's legs. Her legs.
That was new to her, too, but she could imagine it more easily than she could the other. A dreamy feeling made her thighs tighten as her fingers toyed with the lips of her pussy, imitating a tongue.
Leena lolled back in the tub of cooling water and spread her knees to give him room to work between her legs.
Would his tongue be rough? No, it would be slick, of course, just like her own-licking her pussy, spreading her cunt lips, pushing gently into her depths.
Oh, yes...that feels sooo delicious.
While one hand played with her pussy, the soapy fingers of the other tweaked the pink spikes of her nipples that rose above the water.
Mmmmmm...oh, they were great, these sexy feelings that roamed all over her body. She felt so alive when she was charged up like this; she wished the feelings would never stop.
And perhaps they wouldn't if she had a husband...or a lover...somebody to lick her cunt and fuck her regularly.
The mouth was wide open now, locked around her cunt. And the tongue was diddling her clit ever so gently, exactly like the motion of her finger. She began to pant as her fingers became bolder, swirling around her clit, rubbing it hard.
She pinched the sensitive nubbin, and a nipple as well, and her thighs arched up out of the water as fiery excitement energized her body.
Oh, God! she whined to herself miserably. Some of my married friends get fucked so often they're bored with it. Yet, I want it so bad and I can't get any. It's so unfair!
"Why can't I fuck that man?" she shouted aloud. "Why?"
Yes, she wanted a hard dick ramming into her hungry cunt. Ramming her, slamming her, just like she knew he would. Water sloshed noisily in the tub as her bare bottom slid on the slippery porcelain, her pussy thrusting to meet her stroking fingers.
Oh, God, yes, that was good! Yes! Yes!
Her fingers burrowed deeper into her cunt, letting in warm bath water that was cooler than her own heated juices. Her fingers grew in her mind as she drove them faster and faster, becoming enormous in size, and fully as wide as she imagined his cock.
He would kiss her as he fucked her, and suck her nipples while he drilled her with his hot rod.
Her breathing deepened as the end of it came closer. His balls were fat and heavy, banging between her legs as it became impossible for him to delay the surge of his cum...impossible for him to torture her emotions any longer.
Her fingers plunged home, twisting and sloshing mercilessly.
"Fuck me!" she hissed, the words echoing from the empty bathroom's walls. "Fuck me, Mister! Be a man! Dump that fucking dick of yours in my pussy... oooohhhhh-"
She could feel the cunt-stretching pulse move through her pussy, driving her over the edge. Her cunt rippled, and creamy sensations filled. But it was her own juices, not a man's, that came rushing from her hole and floating to the surface of the water to soil it before mixing with the soapsuds.
She cried out, squeezing her nipples and torturing her pussy as she tried to extend the sensations that tore through her.
"Don't stop, Mister! Mister! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Her orgasm left her wrung out, and she sank into the cooling water. Her breathing eased, and a deep flush covered her as the wanton reality returned.
Oh, how she loved doing that. And how she hated it-the necessity of doing it. God, it was so disgusting-so unlady-like!
But what else could she do?
He would never fuck her.
Ted's mind rapidly sifted through a mental album filled with images of a dozen sexy women... all naked...all eager...all posed seductively...but as his arousal passed the point of no return, and he knew he would have to come to finish it, his mind focused on only one woman...the one he'd never had...never seen naked...never even spoken to.
His fist pumped faster, the image torturing his cock and balls. If this was the only way he could have her, it was better than nothing at all.
Suddenly, Ted's body arched and he gasped. Shot after shot of cum spewed from his dick and spattered the shower wall.
"God!" he groaned. "I've got to have that woman!"
As his excitement sputtered to a standstill, the shower spray cleaned the walls of his wasted passion. But after the excitement died, one thing still rang clear in his mind. It was a resolve that had been written into his brain by need, and etched there by lust: I've got to have that woman.
Ted's lips curved into a smile as he considered the challenge. It seemed like an impossible objective. He had never even met the woman. He knew nothing of her personality, or her values. Or whether she was married. Or had a lover.
But it was a goal. And goals could be achieved with planning.
CHAPTER TWO
It looked like an accident, but the timing had been perfect. Ted turned the corner just as she crossed the street, and for a full half-block, the pair ran side by side.
"Lovely day," he said.
"Yeah."
Those were the first words the two had ever spoken.
Jogging in place while they waited for the light at the next corner, he turned to her and asked, "Do you eat breakfast?"
She flushed guiltily and said, "I should, but I don't. I never have time."
"Care for a bagel?"
She glanced at her watch and shrugged. "Why not?"
He grinned. It was just like he planned.
The bagel bar was hardly more than a hole in the wall, and they had to wait for another couple to leave before settling at a small table in the corner.
"So, we finally meet," he said to her with a smile.
She laughed. "I suppose it was inevitable. How long has it been now? Five days? Seven."
"Eight," he said with surety. "You've been counting?" He nodded. "And dreaming." She laughed, and his cock twitched. "About me."
"Yes."
"Me, too," she said, quickly taking a sip of her coffee.
"I hope I haven't kept you awake at night."
"Oh, not in bed-" she caught herself, realizing her admission.
Her blush was as pretty as it had been on the street comer.
"Where?" he asked her.
"In the bathtub," she replied sheepishly.
"Did you-"
"That's no question to ask a lady!"
"And you, I suppose, are quite the lady."
She sighed. "More than I want to be."
Her simple statement told him all he needed to know about her. "I did it in the shower," he said, his eyes twinkling as he watched her over the brim of his coffee cup for her reaction. "And it was wonderful."
She grinned and looked around. "It was glorious for me, too."
"A pity."
She knew exactly what he meant, and so she wasn't terribly shocked at his next suggestion. "We ought to try it together sometime."
Feeling comfortable in the fact the man was a perfect stranger and that nothing would ever come of it, she felt safe in giving him a coquettish wink and saying, "Yes, let's do that sometime."
"Do you work?"
She nodded.
He took two quarters from the pocket of his sweatpants and placed them on the table. "Let's call in sick."
Her heart fluttered. The audacity of the man! She glanced at her watch. She had known him for exactly fourteen and a half minutes, and he was already suggesting something lewd.
"I'll go first," he said, taking a quarter and getting up from the table.
He watched her as he phoned. He saw the indecision in her face slowly give way to a decisive smile as she ignored the opportunity to flee. She took her quarter and headed for the phone as he returned to his seat.
Back on the street, jogging again, he asked her, "My place or yours?"
"Oh, Lord! I've never done this kind of thing."
"Then we'd better make it my place; the neighbors are used to it."
A shudder of fear ran through Leena as the door closed behind them. What was she doing here? Alone, in this apartment, with this strange man? What was his attraction? Why had she succumbed so easily to his seduction?
She looked at him as he stepped back to admire her. He was only average height and build, but his bearing radiated excitement. His face was aglow; he was probably congratulating himself on his conquest.
"Would you like something to drink?"
She started to say yes, but changed her mind. She needed to be wary, to keep her head clear. "I think not."
"You're right." He smiled. Charmingly. "We don't need the extra stimulation, do we?" Lifting her hand, he kissed it gently.
The back of her hand tingled pleasantly.
"I should be going," she said, pulling her hand away. "I shouldn't have come."
"Why so soon?" His eyes twinkled with challenge. "You haven't seen my apartment yet."
"I don't think that's really why you brought me here."
"And I don't think that's really why you came."
His eyes locked with hers and slowly took charge of her spirit. After a long moment, she sagged in resignation.
"Do we take time to get to know each other?" she asked. "Or do we just... . "
"Fuck?"
She winced at the word.
"Do you want a relationship? Or just a good time?"
There was a quiver in her smile as she reached up and touched his face. "I already have a relationship," she said softly.
He grasped her hand and kissed it again. "Then let's have a good time."
"So, what's next?"
He laughed. "You sound like a martyr."
She blushed. "I'm sorry. It's just that this is all so new to me. I don't know what's come over me. I've never done anything like this at all. Really."
"But you want to do it now?"
She thought for a moment, then grinned. "Yes! I want to do it all! All the things-"
"-that you've never done before?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Then take off your clothes."
"What?" She stiffened in shock.
"Take off your clothes," he said simply. "I'll bet you've never done that before, have you? Stripped before a man? Posed naked before him while he inspected every nook and cranny of your body, cataloguing every imperfection?"
"Oh, Lord! I have so many."
"I'll bet you're just being modest," he said, settling back into a chair.
The idea of being watched by a stranger while she undressed was strangely exciting. In one quick motion, she jerked her heavy sweatshirt over her head. She felt bare, despite her simple bra, and her fingers trembled as she bent over to untie her shoes. When her running shoes and socks had been pushed aside, she stood again, her feet bare with her toes snuggling into the soft carpet.
She looked at him and groaned inwardly. Oh, God! This is terrible! My nipples are hard and my pussy is flowing... . The feeling of excitement made her stand proudly as she slipped off her sweatband and tossed her head to release her long, blonde tresses and let them cascade over her shoulders.
"Lovely," he breathed softly.
And how about these? She held her breath as she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Her bared nipples tingled as the cool air wafted across them.
He muttered something, a low, guttural sound.
She untied her sweats and stood as if in a trance as they slid down her legs. Giving reign to a desire she had always stifled before, she posed wantonly, clad only in her panties, and squeezed her breasts, demonstrating their firm consistency. Her hands moved downward and swept away her panties.
His breathing deepened, the sound seeming to fill the room as he reacted to the sight of her heavy tits and her dark pussy. The black hair there had always been an embarrassment to her, such a sharp contrast to the wealth of naturally blonde curls that flowed around her shoulders, but he didn't seem to mind.
"Touch yourself!" he ordered.
She shivered excitedly, standing naked before the strange man, and responded to his demand. Her hand moved as if it were not her own, and she pressed her fingers to her cunt. One finger split her labia, and juices ran out to wet the insides of her thighs. A fingertip caressed her clit.
"You're hot," he said gruffly. "I can smell your pussy.
"Yes, I'm hot," she replied, red with embarrassment. Suddenly, she felt shamefully naked, and out of place. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" He stood and stepped toward her. "I like a responsive woman."
He touched her face and tilted her chin upward at a proud angle. His finger moved up to comb through her hair, then down along the line of her throat to her chest. He stroked her breast and caught a nipple between his fingertips.
"I'm Ted," he said.
"Leena," she answered, looking into his eyes. His hair was mussed from their run and just begged to have her fingers run through it.
"I like your looks, Leena." He squeezed her nipple and rolled it between his fingertips.
She let out a soft cry.
He chuckled. "Yes, I do like a responsive woman," he said, fingering her nipples until the puckered tips became two hard, outthrust pink spikes.
His hand continued downward, brushing across her torso. She shuddered and parted her thighs. He touched her pussy.
"I...I hope I'm not a disappointment."
"My dreams didn't do you justice," he said, drawing a finger along her slit and rubbing her clit.
It felt wonderful, standing there, letting a stranger touch her. Her body blossomed beautifully as her expectations built.
"Nor mine," she said. "I imagined you'd be cruder, quicker."
"You mean, wham, bam, thank you, ma'am?"
"Well, not quite that quick." She grinned, his humor easing her jitters. "Would you mind... getting undressed?"
"Why?" he teased.
"Because... " she reached down and pressed her hand against the solid bulk of his cock through his sweat pants, ". . .I want to see this...your cock."
Ted crossed his arms around his stomach and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. His chest was covered with hair, and thick muscles flexed with his movements.
"Let me," she whispered, reaching inside the waistband of his pants for the drawstring that held them up. The thick mat of hair low on his belly felt silky against the back of her hand. She gasped as his sweats loosened and fell from his thighs.
Her hands shaking, she peeled down his jock strap and let the firm length of his cock stretch free. She grasped the shaft and felt its heft and its warmth. A sticky drop of pre-cum oozed from its tip.
Unable to resist the temptation, she stole it with her fingertip and touched the finger to her mouth.
The sexy action brought a growl from him, and he clasped her, drawing them tightly together so that they thrilled to the feel of each other's body. Her pussy lips quivered as the length of his cock pressed against her seam.
She rubbed her breasts into the alluring nap of hair that covered his chest. A pulse of desire rippled through her cunt.
They didn't kiss. There was no need for it; they had expressed no love for each other and just the touch of their bodies supplied enough arousal to fuel their passions.
He pushed back and stared at her tits.
"I've never seen finer," he said, dropping his mouth to her nipples.
She pressed her tits to his face as he sucked, his mouth bouncing back and forth from one beautiful breast to the other. His hands reached down to squeeze her ass cheeks while his mouth feasted on her tit flesh.
He took his time, lingering over each sweet, fleshy melon, as if worshipping their perfection, and he sucked her pink nipples, sending jolts of sensation spinning through her.
Unable to stand anymore, she pushed him away. Taking her turn, she bent to kiss his chest. His skin had the piquant, salty flavor of sweat, and his chest hair tickled her chin as she tongued the rubbery surfaces of his masculine nipples.
An erotic urge drew her mouth downward, and she slipped gracefully to one knee as she licked the sweat from his belly. She had never done anything like this before, never taken her time to thoroughly enjoy a man's body. The few times she had made love had always been hurried gropings in the dark, frenzied rushes to satisfy sordid urges, never lengthy, appetite-rousing exploitations of the human senses.
Her tongue had never licked clean the deep dimple of a man's navel before, and her nostrils had never twitched to the odor of an active man's crotch.
She sat back on her heels and stared at the stretched immensity of man meat while her mind tried to categorize the aroma and decide whether it was an acrid stench or a sweet, arousing fragrance. She decided it was a little of both, and she licked her lips as she stared at the bead of oily moisture that crowned the fat cocktip. She remembered its taste on her fingertips and wondered how much more flavorful it would be directly from the source.
She licked it away. Excitement chilled her spine. Her tongue returned to part the tiny split, searching for more.
Had Leena paused to think about what she was doing, she would have had second thoughts. But, somehow, her reservations had fallen away with her clothes, and the knowledge that this man was a stranger whom she knew nothing more about than his name allowed her to bare her passions more fully than she could possibly do with a friend. He was simply an instrument of pleasure for her, as she would be for him, a Romeo and a whore, nothing more.
Grasping his balls, she used their soft bulk for a handle to pull his prick into position so that she could lick its head and tantalize her taste buds with its heady flavor. She kissed it, and somehow it found its way into her mouth. Her tongue swished around the big, pulsing shaft, and she gobbled the meat down until her nose was tangled in his pubic hair.
Ted gasped and rolled his hips, working his cock in her mouth as if it were a pussy.
"God, baby! Suck that hard-on! Suck it!"
Leena had never heard such words before, and her head began bobbing over his prick, bouncing while she sucked hard on the stiff prong. She had never done anything so nasty...so erotically exciting...in her entire life.
Her hands slipped around to squeeze his buttocks while she pumped on his cock, and her fingers massaged the firm hairy flesh and crept into the sweat-damp crevice that separated his ass cheeks.
He winced as he watched his glistening rod slide in and out between those pretty, puckered lips, and thrilled to the feel of their wet tightness stroking his sensitive prick flesh. He hadn't expected such a complete loss of inhibitions, at least not so quickly, but it delighted him. He could think of only one thing he wanted more than to come in her mouth-which was going to happen real soon.
"Cool it, baby," he said, lifting Leena's head from his throbbing boner. "Let's go into the bedroom."
"Oh, my God!" A red flush came over Leena's face as the pause allowed the reality of what she was doing to sink in. "I'm so sorry!"
He chuckled and coaxed her back to a standing position. "Sorry? For what?"
"I just got carried away! My God, I'm so embarrassed! I've never-I swear! I've never done that before!"
"What? Never sucked a cock?"
"No! Of course not!"
He chuckled. "We'll get back to that later. And more. I'll bet you've never had your pussy eaten, either."
Her eyes widened. "Do people really do that?"
He couldn't help laughing at her innocence. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom so I can fuck you properly."
"W-which way?"
He splayed a hand around her fanny to start her in the right direction. The soft twitching ass was too tantalizing to resist, so he poked a finger into her naked asshole, goosing her.
"Oh!" she squealed, covering her ass protectively as she hopped onto the bed and rolled onto her back. Her legs splayed, and her knees came up automatically. "You're a nasty man!"
"Isn't that what you want?" he asked playfully, strutting before her with his big, dripping hard-on bouncing teasingly.
"Hmm." Enjoying the game now-completely caught up in the idea of having sex with a strange man-Leena placed a hand on each side of her pussy and spread her folds wantonly. "See something you want, stud? Hmm?"
Ted got on his knees between her legs and dropped his mouth to her cunt like a hungry man. While she squealed with surprise and delight, he pulled back her pussy lips to expose her gleaming pink-fleshed interior, then pressed his mouth to her pussy and began feasting.
Oooh, that tasted good, he thought as his tongue slid up and down the seam of her cunt slit, kissing and sucking and licking up all the sweet juices that were seeping out of her hole. It was especially exciting, knowing he was the first to plunder the tender portal in such a manner. His tongue searched for, and found her little clit.
Leena's startled squeal shattered the morning silence. She had never experienced such excitement before. Sweet, beautiful sensations filled her as the soft, slick tongue licked her slick clit. She groaned and forced his head more tightly to her pussy, grinding her hips to enmesh his lips and his tongue and his nose more intimately with her swampy folds.
"Ohhhhhh...Ted!" she cried. "Ooooooohhhh, sweet lover! That feel so good... "
He kept on licking her cunt, drawing her nerves tighter and tighter, until she gasped and started bucking her cunt and her ass. The throes of a sweet orgasm rolled over-bittersweet because it faded so quickly.
Ted smiled, watching her pussy lips quiver as he pulled his face away from the little dark-haired slash. "That was just an appetizer," he said lightly, "a welcome to my home."
"Do you welcome all of your ladies in such a manner?" she teased coyly.
He crawled up and angled his body over hers. "Don't you worry about all my ladies."
"Oh, yes, that's right. This is just fun, isn't it? Not a relationship."
"Right." Gripping his cock in his hand, he wiped its head across the lips of her pussy.
"Can you at least give me a number?"
He thought a moment, then said, "You're number 154-or 155, I'm not sure which. I did a pair of twins one time."
She chuckled, feeling sure he was exaggerating. "Then you have a lot of experience. I'm in for a real treat."
"And my number?"
"You're number four," she said softly.
"Damn! Almost a virgin," he said softly, sliding his dick smoothly into her.
She gasped and wriggled beneath him as his prick slipped into the depths of her cunt. She was pierced to the core by a man she had only known for an hour, wallowing as wantonly as every woman she had ever looked down on, every woman she had ever called a bitch...every woman she had ever secretly envied.
"Fuck me!" she shouted, thrilling as the words of passion rushed from her mouth. "Fuck me! Screw me!"
Ted worked to satisfy her demands. His cock squeezed into her creamy tightness, sinking to the hilt over and over. Her heat seared his shaft, and the fire raced through his body and gathered in his balls and in a place in the back of his brain.
Gasping and clutching his ass cheeks as he rammed into her again and again, she babbled passion and shouted encouragement. "Ohhhhhh! Aaarrrghhhh! Ohhh, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
This was more exciting than the fantasy had been in the tub. There was no way to imagine the reality of a hard body ramming hers, a hard cock stretching her cunt folds beyond belief, the hard thump of cum-filled balls whacking between her legs.
"Come, lady," he wheezed, staring down at the rotating pink eyes of her huge tits. "Come, baby! Come big!"
"You, too!" she gasped, wrapping her legs around him so that she could pump her crotch around his driving prick. "I want you to come in my pussy! I want you to fill me with your cream."
Each thrust of his hard bone, each stroke of his cunt-stretching prick brought him closer to doing just that. Until Ted knew he was going over the line.
He drove fast and hard, trying to stretch as much pleasure as he could out of the final countdown to ecstasy. "Five...four...three...two . . .one-"
Leena let out a howl as he exploded and sent a hot charge of liquid fire surging the length of her cunt.
"Yes!" she screamed, seized by her own orgasm.
The stranger's cock swelled over and over in her pussy, joining them with a liquid warmth that bound their spirits more tightly than a marriage vow.
They had become lovers.
CHAPTER THREE
Ted and Leena took a long, hot shower together, washing the sweat and the grime of their run from each other's body along with the messiness of their fuck. They played shamelessly, his hands fondling her tits and her pussy while her hands kept his cock lathery. For her, it was all so new; for him, it was a delightful return to an innocence that had passed long ago.
They didn't bring each other off, nor did they fuck when the bathing was over. There was an unspoken understanding between them that there was no hurry; the day was far from over.
He didn't offer her a covering, and she didn't think to ask for one. Now that they had fucked, it didn't seem out-of-place to sit naked in the kitchen and watch the swinging cock of a bare-assed man while he made breakfast for her.
She felt quite sure she would feel just as comfortable with her own fianc'-after they had fucked.
They talked about balanced meals and cholesterol, being careful to keep the conversation from becoming personal.
His eyes kept wandering to her full breasts as the lovers sat across from each other eating his handiwork. The attention kept a flush on her face and her nipples erect.
"Does that fascinate you?" she asked. "Staring at a woman's tits while you eat?"
"Yes. Do you mind?"
She grinned and shrugged. "I guess not. I'm just happy you're pleased."
"Woman, I'm filled with more than delight," he said with a hearty laugh as he scooped some more scrambled eggs and a pair of sausage links onto her plate. "When are you getting married?" he asked.
"That's personal," she replied, nervously twisting the engagement ring that decorated her finger.
"Okay, if you don't want to talk about it."
"We haven't set a date," she said softly. "How long have you been engaged."
"A year."
"Jeeesus Christ! Then how come I opened such a well of passion just a while ago?"
"Kevin and I have never...fucked."
"I don't believe it! Has the man got a problem-Christ! The man isn't horribly handicapped, is he?"
"Not everybody is promiscuous," she said defensively. "Our marriage has been planned for years. He's wealthy; I have aristocratic bloodlines.
It's a perfect match. Sex isn't everything."
He guffawed. "Then tell me everything I read about Prince Charles and Di isn't true."
"Well, how about you, Mr. Sexual Wizard? How come there's not a wife decorating your sheets?"
"I'm divorced," he said, taken aback. "Mr. Sexual Wizard I'm not. Hell, I couldn't keep her out of other men's beds."
"I'm sorry," she said, and the concern sounded genuine.
"It's all right," he said, forcing a smile. "We parted friends and we still get it on now and then. Mandy is still a great fuck."
"Well, I suppose I ought to get dressed and head home," she said, feeling a little bit better about what they had done now that they had broached the personal barrier. "Since I've taken the day off, I might as well make the most of it."
"Why not make the most of it with me?"
"Well...we can't go on like this all day long... can we?"
"Why not?" he mumbled around a mouthful of toast. "What haven't you done yet? Sexually?"
"Well, I certainly haven't had anything up my ass-"
"Ass-fucked."
"I haven't been ass-fucked," she said, blushing as the new words rolled across her tongue.
"I can do that." His dick hardened under the table as he watched her spear a sausage link with her fork and lift the whole thing to her lips. "You haven't sucked a cock either, have you."
"No... "
"Which would you prefer?" he asked, standing and moving to the table beside her. "That or this?" He let the bulk of his cock flop onto the table right beside her breakfast dish.
Leena's pulse fluttered as she compared the bit of sausage skewered on her fork to the length of man flesh splayed before her. It was a hopeless comparison. Feeling very, very naughty indeed, she rubbed the greasy link over the face of the cock, then bent to lick the taste away.
She gave a little moan as she felt the cock fill between her fingertips and began to uncoil as she kissed. God, how naive she had been! How innocent! She had never even imagined how fascinating a male organ could be.
She set the sausage link aside, breakfast forgotten, as Ted's dick strained upward, teased to throbbing life by her playful lips. A small voice, as if it were her mother speaking, admonished her that this was unsanitary, something that shouldn't be done at the breakfast table. But the thrills that rumbled through her body shut out the voice, and she continued licking the cock.
She could feel it throbbing, twitching, and she knew it was a dangerous game she was playing. He could go off in an instant and shoot that thing into her face-her mouth even. Oh, gawwwdddd!
She had never experienced such obscene excitement in her entire life!
A really kinky idea suddenly came to mind. Why not? It would serve him right for sticking his dick in her face right in the middle of her breakfast. Holding the stiff prick firmly in her fist, she reached for the syrup pitcher and dribbled maple syrup over its tip.
"What the hell... "
She giggled as she watched the thick, mahogany-colored syrup run down the sides of his dick. Then she leaned over and licked the sweet taste away.
"Not enough calories for you straight?" he asked, his belly rumbling with humor as he watched her anoint his prick again with syrup and lick it off.
Ohhh, that was so good-with or without the syrup. She gave in completely to her desires, sucking the end of his dick into her mouth, sucking and slurping on it, and making tiny mewls in the back of her throat as the excitement swept her body.
"Shit, you little minx!" he gasped. "Damn, but you know how to turn a guy on...oh, God, yes...suck it, honey, suck it!"
She responded with an "Mmmmmmppphhhhh!" without breaking her mouth-stroking rhythm. Ohhh, this was so good! So much better than that skinny link of breakfast sausage. God, wouldn't it be great to enjoy a mouthful of dick along with her breakfast cereal every morning?
Ted was enraptured. What kind of a fianc' did this woman have, anyway, to leave her hanging with so much untapped desire? Well, he would do the tapping if the other guy wouldn't. He would be more than happy to make this pretty little pussy a part of his regular agenda.
Leena was going wild. Using both hands now, to hold the staff steady, her mouth was diving up and down the hot rod all the way from its tip to his balls. Her nose wiggled into his fresh-from-the-shower-smelling thicket of cock hair at the bottom of each stroke while his cock tip rubbed against her tonsils.
He began thrusting his hips, trying to drive his prick even deeper into her gullet. He winced, trying to hold back the boiling in his balls. "I'm going to come, baby!" he cried. "I'm going to come!"
Startled by the warning, she pulled away from his dick and stared at its tip as the organ swelled in her hands. Her eyes widened as she saw the slit open, and a thick gob of creamy whiteness shot forth and splattered on her nose right between her eyes. Reacting automatically, she covered the tip with her mouth just in time to catch the second charge of cum as it was launched forth.
Leena had no conscious control of herself as she sucked on the cock, gulping down spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum, milking it dry. Not until the cock softened in her mouth did reality return.
She dropped the cock. Her face was a burning red-reflecting not embarrassment, but the fire that was raging in her body.
"Good Lord!" she whimpered. "What have I done?"
"You've just sucked a cock," Ted said, laughing. "How was it?"
"It was... " she thought for a moment, sorting out her feelings, then gave him a smile, ". . .an education. Thank you for teaching me."
"Honey, you are an apt student."
"Did...did I do all right?"
"Hmm, with a little more practice, you'll be okay."
"A pity," she said, giving the tip of his limp prick a tweak, "my teacher has gone to sleep."
"Ho, ho, ho!" he chortled, his eyes sparkling with life. "That sounds like a challenge."
"Take it any way you want," she replied with a coy wink.
"Hoist your ass up onto this table," he growled good-naturedly, brushing aside the breakfast dishes. "Let's just see how much of that you can take and still come up begging for more."
"Just what did you have in mind...stud?" she asked, standing and pressing her luscious breasts against him and thrilling to the feel of his chest hair closing around the hard, sharp points of her nipples.
"Up onto the table, you little minx, I haven't finished my breakfast, yet."
The table was small-just enough room for her to lie on her back with her legs together and her feet drawn up. He had removed the dishes, but the smell of their breakfast was still heavy in the air. She trembled as he ran his hands over her knees and down along her thighs.
What was he going to do to her? Was he going to fuck her, or what? Surely the bed would be a better place; the table seemed hardly strong enough to support his heavy body and hers as well. Especially, once those sturdy hips started...well, driving hard.
It amazed her, the change that had taken place in her in such a short time. Here she was, lying naked on a strange man's kitchen table-probably about to be fucked in the worst way imaginable-and she was enjoying it. Pandora's box-Leena's box had been opened, and all her lusts had come tumbling out.
She wasn't a good girl at all. It was all a facade. Inside, she was a turmoil of desire, and she had known it all along. The real Leena wanted nothing more than to be fucked. And fucked, and fucked, and fucked.
"You're going to do it to me, aren't you?" she said, swinging her knees apart and looking at him through the frame of her pale legs. "You're going to fuck me."
"Two or three times, before the day is over," he promised her, and her heart thrilled. "But not now."
Instead of disappointment, a flutter of excitement shook her belly. Just what were his intentions? Oh, God! Surely he wasn't going to...
Grinning down at her, he pushed her bare feet to the corners of the table, opening her legs and her thighs and completely exposing her. The lust was evident in his face as he stared at her sex.
"You're embarrassing me, looking at me like that."
"You looked at my cock."
"That's different."
"Thank God! Damn, but you have a pretty pussy. You really shouldn't be ashamed of it."
"Do...you really think so."
"Take my word for it, baby. I've seen a few in my lifetime. And your pretty little twat beats them all."
She thrilled. She had never considered that part of herself as being anything more than ordinary. If that.
"And, it looks good enough to eat."
The idea sent a shiver of excitement through Leena. She recalled vivid memories of the feel of his mouth on her cunt just a short time earlier. She should be embarrassed, but she was wasn't. She was pleased by his interest in her hairy part, and she swung her legs wider when he touched her knees.
He murmured with appreciation as his hands ran over her bare legs, first from her ankles to her knees, and then down along the insides of her thighs. He leaned forward and touched his lips to her soft skin. She tingled as they kissed their way into the hollows of her thighs, moving so close to her quivering split that she could feel his breath on her cunt lips.
Suddenly, he pulled away. Glancing around, he found the pitcher of maple syrup that had been pushed aside and he grinned. He dribbled a stream of the thick, dark amber fluid across her breasts that stretched from one nipple to the other. Continuing downward, he filled the indentation of her bellybutton and flooded her hairy mound with the sweet syrup.
His mouth followed, licking away every trace of the sticky sweetness. Her pussy hair was damp with saliva when he finished.
He reached for the syrup pitcher again.
Reading his mind, Leena reached down with both hands and grasped her cunt lips. She peeled the flaps open and twisted her hips to make her cunt canal an open receptacle.
"Ah, yes! That's nice," he said, and he began pouring maple syrup between her pussy lips.
Leena thrilled wantonly as she felt the thick fluid ooze around her clit and into her hollow. God, this was obscene! What would her mother think? Her best friend? Oh, no! There was no way she would ever be able to share this excitement with someone else-it would have to remain a delicious secret forever!
At last, Ted pressed his face to the gaping mouth of her sex. Her entire body shook with a shudder of delight.
"Ohhhhh, dear," she gasped, squirming with sheer sexual delight, "that feels sooooo good!"
Ted's nose wiggled into her pubic hair. His tongue wiped around her fluttering labia, licking away the sticky substance first from her large, hairy, outer lips, and then from the crinkly flaps of her inner membranes. Then his mouth closed completed over her split and sucked out the juice that had seeped inside her. It flowed smoothly onto his tongue, warmed by her body.
"Oh, yeah! Ted! Darling! Honey! Lover! Do it! Lick my cunt!" she cried, her ass wriggling on the table in a frenzy of lust. The cries, the desires, were completely foreign to her, but she knew they would be a part of her existence forever more.
The syrup gone now, he held her sex open with his fingers and worked the hole with his tongue while she quivered and moaned with intense excitement. His tongue tip stretched deep, licking her cunt from end to end with an erotic rhythm. The soft, flexing worm of flesh tantalized every centimeter of her slick inner surfaces, its stroking delighting her more completely than she had ever dreamed possible.
When his tongue pulled out of her cunthole and rolled smoothly across her clit, she almost fainted. The pleasure was so great; the excitement, so intense.
He played with the tiny nubbin of flesh like it was a toy, licking it with his wet tongue, catching it between his soft lips, tugging at it with his gently clutching teeth. This wasn't the haphazard tongue-groping of an impassioned beginner, but the experienced touch of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. He knew her cunt better than she did herself, and he knew how to give her unimaginable pleasure in ways she had never dreamed possible. He made her proud of her cunt-happy to have it with all its funny little flaps and folds.
Her breathing became ragged as he pushed her arousal higher. He had taken her that route before, so she knew where they were going, but the first time had not been at such a leisurely, maddening pace. Her sex was drenched, and her core painfully hot. It was almost more than she could bear.
But still, he sucked; still, he licked; still he drove her onward, until she was trembling from head to toe.
Overwhelmed by the sensations, she let out a great sob and began coming. Waves of pleasure washed over her. And he lapped and sucked the juices released by her excitement.
Her eyes opened as the last tremor passed, and she stared between her legs and saw him standing there, watching her, with his cock hard and thick, arching upward.
"Give me!" she gasped, wriggling her ass to the edge of the table and reaching for his hard staff of man meat. Wrapping her fingers around it, she pulled him toward her. "Give me that thing," she hissed. "Put it in me."
Ted grinned, feeling the woman's tight hand squeezing his cock. He had thoroughly seduced her. She had abandoned every prissy, proper, lady-like reservation she had ever held and become nothing more than a helplessly quivering mass of woman flesh, groveling for fulfillment. But there was no thrill of conquest, just the pleasant satisfaction of seeing the change take place...and knowing the change was complete and irrevocable. He would fuck this woman now, and many, many more times.
"If I fuck you now," he said, holding back as she tried to pull his cock to her pussy, "can I do it again?"
"Yes."
"And again."
"Yes!"
"And again and again and again?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Now, fuck me, damn you!"
He slipped his cock into her tight pussy.
Her eyes glazed over as his meaty rod penetrated her fully. "Ohhhh, yesssss," she sighed.
"You're mine," he told her, knowing full well that he was supplanting every other man she had ever known in her mind. Even her fianc'. It was a responsibility he would worry about later.
"Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck me-any time...any place...any way-oh, God! Every way!"
He chortled as he gripped her trembling ass and held her steady while he stroked her crotch. "I'm going to fuck every hole in your body."
"Yes! Yes!"
"I'm going to come in your cunt, in your navel, in your mouth."
"And my asshole!" she exclaimed. "I want you to fuck me in the ass sometime! I do!"
"And in your asshole," he promised.
"Oh, God! Ohhh!" She closed her eyes and leaned back on her arms. Her entire body was flushed with heat and arousal, and a smooth sheen of sweat glistened on her breasts. The heavy globes bobbed and rolled as his powerful strokes shook her body.
She lifted her legs and laid them over his shoulders so that she could rock more easily with his strokes.
"This is wonderful," she breathed. "I never knew people could fuck in so many different ways."
He grunted, pleased with himself. This hot little number could have languished for a lifetime if he hadn't come along. "Mighty Dick to the rescue," he huffed.
"Thank God!" She wiggled, trying to get tighter around his prick. "Unnhh, oh, Ted, you're such a good fucker! God, my pussy's never had it like this! So hard! So hot! And, God, it's fun! I never knew fucking could be fun!" She blushed. "Silly, aren't I?"
"Sexy silly."
"Am I really? Sexy?"
"You're sexy as shit!"
Their chatter turned to gasps and groans as Leena lifted her ass from the table and humped her crotch against her new lover's fucking prick. Their earlier climaxes dulled their reactions enough so that they were able to prolong the buildup of excitement, settling into a smooth rhythm as they worked themselves slowly into a lustful frenzy.
In the end, Leena threw back her head in a gasp and gave a long, shuddering sigh. "I'm coming, lover!" she cried. "I'm coming!"
Watching as the gigantic orgasm crashed over her and feeling the spasming pressure of her cunt muscles around his prick did the trick for Ted. His churning balls sent hot cum swirling through her insides.
"Unnhhh, aaarrrghhhh! Ahhhhh, baby!" Ted's prick drove wildly inside his jogging partner's pussy and filled her to overflowing with his thick hot cum.
Cum and pussy juice ran from her stretched cunthole. The sexy concoction ran down her legs and his hips smeared it over her thighs.
"Ohhhh, yessss, lover! Don't stop! Fill my cunt! Fill me with your cum until my eyeballs float!"
When it was all over and he had helped her off the table, they stood with their bodies entwined, joined by their heat with their pulses beating in time, as if they were a single, heavy-breathing entity.
"We've made this kitchen a mess," she said, glancing around over his shoulder.
"We'll clean it up."
"We're a mess."
"We'll take another shower."
"No," she whispered, her breasts warm against her chest as she gave his ear a nibble. "A bath this time. I had the most interesting fantasy the other day."
"Starring who? Your fianc'."
"No. It was this fascinating, mysterious stranger... "
CHAPTER FOUR
Leena changed her jogging route the next day. After the ecstasy from her descent into passion had passed, reality set in. She didn't regret what she had done-after all, even a woman was entitled to sow a few wild oats now and then, wasn't she? But, of course, she could never repeat the experience.
But she didn't throw away the little slip of paper Ted had given her with his telephone number written carefully on it.
"Call me," he had said. "Anytime."
"I will," she had replied.
It had been a polite lie; a substitute for good-bye.
Ted wasn't surprised when Leena didn't appear the next morning. Or the next. There was bound to be a reaction. Converted sinners found it hard to change overnight. It was only natural that fallen angels would have the same difficulties.
But Leena had awakened an urge in him. An urge he had kept banked in the nasty aftermath of his divorce. But now, the fires were raging again, and it seemed he almost had a perpetual hard-on.
So when the phone finally rang, his heart pounded when he answered it. But it wasn't Leena. It was Mandy.
But still, Mandy's voice was delightfully feminine, with that teasing, breathless catch that caused a man's pulse to flutter. It wiped away the bad times they'd had, and called to mind the good ones...the delightful hours they had spent in bed...the games they had played.
The call really had no purpose-it was just a checkup, and a way for her to gloat over the fact she was doing so well without him. "So," she finally got around to asking, "any women in your life?"
"Occasionally. And you? Men?"
She chuckled. "Lots!"
"So you're getting it on often?"
"Regularly." Then her voice softened sympathetically. "It's so much easier for a woman. All she has to do is say yes."
"You were always good at that."
"I still am, darling." There was no denying the sexy promise in her voice. "Excellent!"
Ted looked down at his dick, trying to burst out of his trousers. "We'll have to get together sometime."
"Yes, let's do."
He pulled down his zipper, easing the pressure. "How about tonight?"
There was a pause, then she answered, "All right-
He worked his prick free of his undershorts and breathed a sigh of relief. "How about now?"
"Mother and I were just going shopping." She hesitated for a moment, then her tinkling laughter made his pecker stretch for the ceiling. "What the hell! I'll be right over."
He hung up the phone and gave his cockhead a snap with his fingers that sent it shriveling in disappointment. "Cool it, chum. It'll take her at least a half-hour to get here."
Ted did something stupid. It was the kind of trick a married man would play, or a lover with his significant other. He stripped to the buff and tied a ribbon around his dick. And when the doorbell rang, secure in the knowledge of the enticing package that waited just outside, he let it burst into a full-fledged hard-on.
He checked his enthusiasm for a moment and called out cautiously before opening the door, "Who is it?"
"It's just me-"
He swung open the door.
"-and Mother."
Ted stiffened in shock. "Holy shit!"
Mandy was there in a yellow tank top and shorts. Her large tits were stretching her top, as always, and her mother was standing beside her.
Mandy laughed. Her mother gawked.
"My gawwwdddd!" the woman exclaimed. And then she broke into laughter. "Mandy, baby, you always did tell me he was impulsive."
"Well, close the door, darling," Mandy said, stepping in. "Unless you're trying to turn on the whole neighborhood."
"Yeah, and well-hung, too. I don't see why you let that one get away."
"It hasn't quite gotten away from me yet, Mama," the big-busted blonde said, letting her hand drift down to tickle Ted's balls as she stepped close for a hello kiss. Her tongue darted into his mouth while she wiggled her tits against his bare chest. "Don't mind Mom. She and I have been double-dating."
The naked man didn't quite know how to react as he stepped back and compared the two women. Mother and daughter. One blonde, the other brunette. He felt sure that Jean's hair color hid at least a sprinkling of gray, but he didn't mind. She was easily the most attractive middle-aged woman he had ever met. Her tits looked to be even bigger that her daughter's-40Ds probably, in comparison with Mandy's 36s-and she was almost drooling as her eyes glommed his dick.
Oh, well, what the hell.
"Can I get you ladies a drink?"
The older woman tittered. "Did you hear that, baby? 'Ladies' he called us!"
"Mama's been having a ball since I got her started fucking again," Mandy explained. "She'd been letting all that go to waste since Dad died. Can you imagine that? Let me tell you, there's one hot chick buried under those widow's weeds!"
"Well, ah, yes... "
"The drinks," the blonde reminded him with a sweet smile.
In the kitchen, Ted downed a double shot of scotch while mixing a pitcher of martinis for the women. The whiskey warmed him, and he was breathing easier when he returned with the drinks.
He sat beside Mandy on the couch while her mother settled into a plush easy chair facing them. It felt awkward at first, being naked in front of his ex-mother-in-law, but when it became evident she was simply another horny woman, it actually increased his excitement.
"You two go right ahead," the woman said. "Don't mind me."
Shit! Why not? Ted's dick was dripping, anyway, his arousal almost painful. He turned to the blonde beside him and reached for her top. She lifted her arms and wriggled sexily as he pulled the yellow tank top over her head. He caught his breath at the sight of her fine tits, and he immediately recalled all the good things about their failed marriage...the naked caresses...the fucks.
Mandy rose on her knees, kneeling beside him, and he drew one leg up onto the couch behind her, opening his crotch with his prick standing stiff as a spike. She moved in between his legs and lifted her tits with her hands, presenting them to his mouth.
"Hmm... "
He sucked one soft spike to hardness, then released it reluctantly, with a pop, as she shifted, replacing one pretty tit with another. Knowing that her mother was watching as he sucked on the daughter's tits gave him an extra shot of excitement. He couldn't help wondering what Jean's big tits would taste like. Would they be just as soft and cuddly? Would her nipples respond so sharply?
Realizing his attention was wandering, Mandy arched into Ted, pressing her tit harder into his face. She cooed as he sucked, and she ran her hands over his back and squeezed his ass cheeks.
"Suck my titties, honey!" she moaned. "Oh, yeah! Suck them hard!"
"Yeah, baby! Yeah!" He groaned as he licked and sucked. All diversions faded as the puckered areolae swelled and the pink tips became hard, jutting spikes.
And, while he sucked lustily on her daughter's tits, the mother took advantage of their distraction to slip off her own clothes. She folded her dress up nicely and set it aside. Followed by her bra. And her panties.
Ted's face was buried now, between Mandy's big, sweet globes. The soft flesh cradled his cheeks, and the pink spikes tickled his ears.
Mandy, her temperature rising, reached down to fondle the meaty hunk of man that stretched between his legs. It was fat and juicy, and it was begging for attention.
And then her mouth was on in it, kissing its tip, licking it, making it stand even taller from the mass of pubic hair that shrouded its base. Her fingers squeezed his balls, rolling the hard little nuts around inside the leathery bag that protected them.
Across the room, the watching women had completely abandoned any attempt at lady-like behavior. While she sprawled nakedly in the chair, Jean's hands glided up and down her trembling body. She had been horny all morning, and watching the young couple in their sex play certainly wasn't helping matters.
Mandy's father had died in an accident when she was thirty-five. That was seven years ago, and Jean had thought her sex life had died with him. Until her daughter had opened her eyes to the fact she was still an attractive woman, and there were a lot of good fucks left inside her, buried under a lifetime of inhibitions...going to waste.
Her first extramarital fuck had been an enlightenment; her second, an emancipation. The discovery of her hedonistic streak came as a surprise to her, but not to her daughter. Mandy had always known that she had inherited her lusty appetite for sex from her mother.
Jean no longer tried to control her desires, especially not today. Not when the prospect she had secretly dreamed about for many long years was suddenly sprouting, full-bloom, right before her eyes.
She was going to get a dose of her ex-son-in-law's cock today. Yes, she certainly was!
"Mmmmm," she moaned, rubbing her own tits while she watched her daughter suck on her ex-husband's cock. Her tits were huge, even bigger than her daughter's, and they rolled around her hands. Mandy's tits were heavy, too, but they were firmer in comparison. And she envied Mandy's pretty nipples. Her own were humongous saucers of crinkly flesh, coral-hued tit caps that wrapped around the ends of her breasts like a pair of hands. But the peaks in the middle, when stiff, stood out like a pair of railroad spikes.
Her husband, too, had had a big cock, but not as big as Ted's. Ted was tall and ruggedly built, much like her husband had been. She suspected that was what had attracted her daughter's interest in the first place. And then, of course, that cock had taken over.
Jean groaned and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She pinched the spikes and let the excitement slowly fill her body. Her mind mixed memories of the past with visions of the present-pictures of her late husband's strapping big body crushing her thighs melding with her lovely view of Ted's big cock standing tall, its purplish head glistening as it slipped in and out between her daughter's lips.
Ted gasped and leaned back into the corner of the couch, combing his fingers through his ex-wife's shimmering blonde hair as her mouth worked over his cock. She was so good that it was easy to close his eyes and imagine it was a tight little pussy sliding up and down his purpleridged shank.
"Jesus, Mandy! That's fucking great! Do it, Baby! Suck my cock! Suck it!"
Jean's hands moved down from her tits and began to fondle her pussy mound as she watched Mandy's head bob up and down atop her ex-husband's prick. The older woman imagined it was her own lips sucking on that dream cock.
Mandy stripped Ted's foreskin fully down to expose the sensitive tip of his prick like a stiff, purple dagger. She slobbered wetly, swirling her tongue around and around the fat head. Slipping her hands underneath Ted's naked ass, she began pumping, and he responded, jerking upwards.
The glistening rod slid neatly between her pretty lips...in and out...in...out...in, out...in, out.
It won't be long now, Ted thought, his prick feeling full of vim and vigor as Mandy's mouth slid smoothly over it. No, there's no way I can take much more of this.
His eyes moved across the room, and he noticed for the first time that the other woman was naked.
Holy shit! God, what a body! No wonder Mandy is so beautiful. Those marvelous tits-nice, big, shapely. A little more sag than her daughter's, but from their weight, not their age. God, I'd like to fuck that woman. And, damn it, I will!
But, for now, he turned his attention back to the woman's daughter. Her tits were wonderfully nice, too, hanging below her chest, bobbing with each bounce of her cock-fucking head.
He could come in her almost any time now, but he wanted something more complete.
"Ease up, baby," he whispered, lifting her head from his straining prick.
She gave up her bone with a whimper. "I want it," she whined. "I want your cock."
"And you're going to get my cock," he grunted, pulling the rest of her clothing away. "But first, let me warm you up."
Ripping off her panties, he pressed her down on the couch and spread her dimpled knees. His hands stroked the length of her legs and feathered across her tingling pussy lips.
She moaned as he pulled them apart and exposed her gleaming pinkness. His mouth drooled at the sight, and he pressed his mouth to her pussy and began working to satisfy his hunger.
Oh, Jesus, she tasted good! Sweet and salty with that intimately feminine aroma that never failed to make his dick harden. God, he just loved cunt! Mandy's cunt; her mother's cunt; that pretty little jogger's cunt-oh, yes! That one was the best of them all!
It was all too much for Mandy's mother. Her hands rubbed between her legs, working apart her bloated cunt lips. She teased herself with her finger, then slid it into her pussy-hole and began fucking herself. Her husband would have died seeing her do this. And so would her parents. But her daughter had taught her, and-ohhhh!-it felt so good!
Was it incest to fuck someone who was related to you only by marriage? Especially if he was no longer related to you because of divorce? But she was going to do it, by God! She was going to do it!
Ted kissed Mandy's cunt and licked up and down her pussy slot. He sucked the tender lips and savored them like a tasty morsel.
When his tongue found her clit, she let out a shrill cry. He spurred her excitement, kissing and licking the fleshy spike, and swirling his tongue around it. She gasped and cried with pleasure and forced her pussy even tighter to his lips.
"Ohhhhhh, Ted! Ooooooohhhh, that feels wonderful! You're a great cocksucker, Teddy, baby-you really are! Suck it! Suck it! Ooohhh... "
Mandy's cries excited her mother, and the woman's pussy muscles tightened around her finger as she fucked it in and out of her own cunthole. Sensations of ecstasy thrilled the older woman. Her passionate mewls punctuated the beat as her finger moved faster and faster in her love sheath.
Mandy was breathless, her whole body pulsing as Ted's blunt fingertips played between her dripping labia. He poked and probed her wet fuckhole and mashed down hard on her clit with his tongue. The fleshy nubbin swelled and buzzed with excitement.
Ted kept up his cunt-licking, pushing the woman all the way until she let out a harsh squeal. Delicious sensations rolled over her. Her pelvis tossed and jerked. She was coming. It was a gentle orgasm: slow, sweet ripples of pleasure that seemed to go on and on and on.
He gave her pussy slash a final kiss, then pulled his mouth away and pushed her back on the couch. He got a firm grip on his cock as he moved above her and guided it to the lips of her pussy.
She groaned with pleasure as he slid his cockhead up and down her cunt seam. "Oh, yes! Yes! Fuck me, Teddy, baby!" Her pussy wriggled eagerly around the head of his dick. "Yes, yes! Fuck me!"
And then Ted's cock was reaming her slick hole, her creamy softness gripping it tightly as it slid in to the hilt. He began slowly stroking, his hips rising and falling as he pushed in and out.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "That's good!"
She gasped and clutched his ass cheeks, holding tight as he rammed her.
"Yeah, baby! Yeah!"
Ted was driving hard, now, rocking the woman's frail figure with each powerful stroke of his cock. Her body shook and her heavy tits rolled, the pink spikes of her nipples drawing great circles in the air. His hairy chest dripped sweat down onto her flushed softness. Stroke by stroke, his thrusting bone drove them both to the limits.
The slick friction of their meshing organs made his cock burn with excitement. That fire that was nurtured in the core of her cunt slowly spread, engulfing both of their bodies.
When his desire to come become too great, overpowering his senses, his thrusts became even more rapid and hard. He began fucking her like a rabbit, with short, jabbing strokes that turned her tiny gasps into a solid wail of excitement.
"Ooooohhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me! Make me come, Ted! Pleeeease! Make me come now!"
Ted could think of nothing he wanted to do more. His cock became a blur. He sputtered and gasped, jamming his cock hard into her, over and over.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she whimpered.
Ted's cock made its final volley of cunt strokes. She screamed as she went over the edge, and her clutching cunt lit the short fuse that brought an explosion of cum rushing into her loins. He pushed deep into her pussy and held it there, gasping for breath as his prick pumped her full of his creamy passion.
She squirmed under him, overwhelmed with sensation. Her spasming cunt canal was sending mind-bending pulses of excitement all though her.
"Oh, God!" was her last cry before she gave way completely to the blathering paroxysms of ecstasy that roiled her straining body.
The daughter's shameful cries thrilled her mother. The woman's finger worked faster and faster in her sopping wet cunthole, fucking herself crazy.
"Ohhhhh, baby," she moaned, thrilling as she forced the ecstatic sensations sweeping through her to the same breathtaking intensity as those delighting her daughter.
Her vision glazed as she watched the fucking couple, and it became easy to imagine it was his charged prick moving between her thighs rather than her own feeble fingers. Oooohhhhh, the older woman loved these delicious feelings. How had she ignored them for so long?
Thank God her daughter had rescued her and freed her from a lifetime of puritanical bondage. They had tried almost everything now, together-things she would have been horrified to even think about before-and they had grown even closer in their mother-daughter relationship.
Her daughter was ahead of her-already at the height of her spasms-but, no matter. The older woman knew she wasn't far behind. She continued finger-fucking her cunt, stroking herself with one deep-seated finger while her thumb rubbed hard against the healthy nub of her clit.
"I'm going to come," she whimpered to herself. "Yes, I'm going to come." Her only regret was that it wasn't a man causing these wonderful feelings to rise from between her legs. A man with a nice, big cock-like her ex-son-in-law. Yes, Ted's cock would be an excellent fuck stick for her hungry pussy.
"Oh! I'm coming!" she cried out suddenly. Her quivering pussy spewed cunt juice as a grand orgasm washed over her.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Jean's orgasm subsided and she finally looked up, she saw the younger couple watching her with smiles on their faces.
"Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed!" She flushed as she pulled her fingers from her cunt. "You two have been watching me?"
"Don't be silly, Mother!" her daughter chided.
Ted didn't say anything. He just continued staring at the woman's open crotch. Her legs were still splayed wide, and her cunt lips gaped open. The finger-size hole in the center of her cunt flaps had not yet closed back up.
"You two looked like you were enjoying yourselves so much that I just couldn't resist joining in," the woman explained with a sheepish smile.
"It's nothing to feel bad about," said Mandy.
"No," agreed Ted. "It's quite understandable."
"You two really should have seen yourselves together," the woman said with a motherly glow. Except for that proud gleam, she didn't look very motherly at all, not sitting there naked and flushed with sexual excitement. "I mean...doing that-"
"Fucking is the word, Mother."
"Yes, fucking." Her smile brightened. "I suppose there really isn't anything wrong with it. Fucking-the word, I mean."
"Nothing wrong with fucking at all," her naked daughter said matter-of-factly, tossing her long, blonde tresses back over her naked shoulders.
"Actually, it's in most dictionaries," Ted said, pouring the women martinis.
"Is it, now?" the woman asked looking up at him as he crossed the room to hand her her drink. "I guess that makes everything all right then, doesn't it?"
"Yes, Mrs.-" He paused, trying to find the proper term of respect for a naked ex-mother-in-law who was staring at his cock and balls.
"I think we can just make it Jean," the woman said, "now that we're no longer related."
"Of course...Jean," he said, watching the woman fidget restlessly as his dick dangled close to her arm.
"You...you are quite a man," she finally commented.
"And you're quite a woman." He didn't try to disguise his interest as he stared at her gaping pussy.
"May I?" she asked before reaching out cautiously and touching his cock with her hand. It looked harmless and impotent, hanging there peacefully, but the stickiness from her daughter's cunt that came off on her fingertips testified to its true beastly nature. She cupped a palm under his balls and weighed his manhood in her hands. "Mmmmm, there's nothing wrong with this, Mandy, dear. I don't know why you gave it up."
"Cocks are a dime a dozen," her daughter stated. "There's always one around when you need one."
"But they're not all quite like this, I'm sure."
"No, not all."
She looked up at him with a pleading blush. "I'd like to... . "
"Go ahead."
She lowered her mouth to the thick, shriveled column of Ted's cock. She licked its tip and kissed it. "Oh, my! This is nice!" she exclaimed, reacting to the taste of his just-finished fuck. She gave a lusty moan and stretched it so she could pepper kisses along its length.
It felt positively wicked to be doing this-licking the cock that once had been her daughter's exclusively. But at the same time, it gave her a mother's thrill to be examining her daughter's possessions-her collection of mementos and trinkets-and sharing her excitements. This cock had served her daughter well, and it deserved more than the careless disregard the ungrateful girl had given it.
"Oh, Moth-Mrs... .Jean...oh, yeah! Suck it, lady! Suck it good!"
Ted moaned as the woman's tongue ran up and down his shaft, awakening it as it cleaned the throbbing muscle with gentle cat licks.
Oh, yes! This was a good cock, Jean thought as her tongue gently transformed the tube of flesh from a wiener to a length of Polish sausage. A thick, fat Kielbasa, tough-skinned on the outside and soft and juicy inside.
When Ted's cock had stiffened enough to press into her mouth without the aid of her fingers, she ran her hands down his hairy legs and stroked the muscles of his thighs. Oh, God, this was a man-a real man! What a fool her daughter was!
Her tongue slipped down to lick his balls, and the saliva-wet shaft bumped across her cheek and her nose and her tongue tip teased the hard little nuggets. His groan of excitement was sweet music to his ears. She had been afraid he would laugh at her and mock her desires-a middle-aged woman groveling between his legs-but her daughter had taught her well. She was arousing him, gently but irreversibly.
"Jesus, Mandy," he gasped. "If I had realized what a hot number your mother was, I'd have married her instead of you."
Mandy laughed, and her mother would have, too, if her mouth had not been stuffed so full of cock. Of course, he was joking, but the flattery made her feel good. He was enjoying the cocksucking just as much as she was.
"Yes, sweet Jeanie," he said in a voice that was heavy with lust, "why have you been hiding in the closet for so long?" His fingers filtered through her dark hair, pulling her face even more tightly to his crotch. "Why have you been denying the world this wonderful talent of yours?"
She murmured a pleased response as she continued working on his prick. Her tongue stroked its length; she kissed it and sucked it; her fingers played with his balls. It had taken on grand proportions again. It was twice as big as when she started, and it was arching upward from its furry base at an acute angle.
Her twat was aching now, responding to the way the cock was lurching in her fingertips, straining for more of her tender loving care.
"Oh, yeah, Jean! Yeah!" Ted gasped as he began to make cock thrusts between her jaws. "You've got a sweet mouth, lady, you certainly have!"
She gripped his ass cheeks with the fingers of her free hand, the one that wasn't holding his dick, and molded it, feeling it tense and clench with the stroking of his prick. The shaft slid easily in and out between her lips, and tasty juices began seeping from its tip.
The sexy, middle-aged woman sucked hard, thrilling as she never had before to the taste of a cock in her mouth. She had watched this man for so long, always secretly envying her daughter. This was truly a dream come true!
She was rapidly becoming unglued, turned on beyond belief by the ruggedly handsome man's big dong.
Ted's fingers slipped down over her shoulders, and his hands wrapped around the fleshy, heavy-hanging globes of her tits. He squeezed them, sampling their consistency, and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples.
"Mmmmmmppphhhhh!" Jean mumbled, her mouth sliding around his cock while she thrilled to the feel of his hands on her tits. Her nipples awakened at his touch, the crinkly flesh filling and poking hard against his teasing tongue.
Ted was putting flesh to some fantasies of his own. He had always been intrigued by his mother-in-law's big chest-fascinated by the way it stretched anything she wore, no matter how conservative the outfit. Now he understood why. He had never in his life seen or felt such a massive pair of boobs.
"I love your tits, Jean."
"Are you a tit man?" she gasped, releasing his cock for just a moment to look up into his eyes.
"Tit man, cunt man-I just love it all."
Her tits fluttered as they were shaped by his hands, and his fingers rubbed the huge saucers of her nipples.
"I just love to fuck," he went on.
"And he's good at it, Mama," her daughter chimed in. "One of the best."
"Oh, my!" The excited woman returned her mouth to Ted's cock. She circled the head with her lips and flicked her tongue against the tiny hole in its head. His ass began to move, pushing his prick between her lips, into her throat.
"Yeah, Jean, baby...I like to fuck women," Ted mumbled, beginning to pant. "Real women, like yourself, with big tits and warm, hairy crotches. I like to fuck their cunts...their mouths...fill them full of cum...top and bottom-just like I'm going to do to you, baby-just like I'm going to do to you!"
The promise thrilled the woman, and she got a firm grip on his moving ass cheeks and held tight while she began sucking earnestly on the cock in her mouth. She would show him, she resolved, she would show him that she was every bit as sexy a woman as her daughter. She would wring the juice from his loins.
He was going now, going for the big one. She pursed her lips into a sucking oval and let him drive into her mouth like it was a cunt. The cockhead rammed between her lips and slid along the roof of her mouth as it stretched toward her tonsils. Again and again, he pumped; over and over, he stroked-the sound of his rasping breathing punctuated with the sucking gasps that came from her own cock-filled throat.
All conscious thought left Ted. Only the desire for relief drove him on. His cock throbbed and burned, the sensations keen and exciting as they shot up and down his spine. Again and again he drove the veiny length of his cock into the woman's mouth.
"Suck it, baby," he gasped, his urgency increasing. "Suck it hard!"
And then he gave a sharp shout and lurched forward.
Jean's cry of excitement was smothered by the cock jamming her throat. Hot, sticky juice began splattering her gullet, swelling her cheeks, and dribbling from her lips. She gulped down the hot cream and sucked hard on the fuck stick, encouraging the flow.
Sensations flashed through his head like racing neon lights. He would have sworn that his heart stopped-that time itself came to a complete standstill for a brief moment. The sensation was so intense, so exhausting, that it was a relief when it eased and he became once again consciously aware of the woman who was gently licking his softened dick, cleaning away the dregs of his orgasm.
But lust fired him again as he stared down at the lovely, older woman wallowing around his prick.
"Stand up," he said gruffly.
"Wha-"
"Stand up!" His satisfaction was far from complete.
The tone of his voice sent a tremor of anticipation through the woman that piqued her senses, and she obeyed and rose to her feet meekly before him. Her breasts shook to a standstill, and she bowed her head, feeling obscenely exposed as he ogled her naked body from head to toe. He grasped her nipples and pinched them, giving her a lewd thrill.
"Shit! Look at you," he snarled, a wicked gleam in his eye as he stroked his dick back to hardness.
"Tits hard, cunt dripping, face flushed-you're nothing more than a cock-hungry bitch."
"Please-"
"You want me to fuck you, don't you."
"Damn you!" she hissed. "Yes, damn it! I do."
"Turn around," he ordered. "Get your ass in the air."
The woman was helpless to resist-a slave not to him, but to her own desires. Trembling, she leaned over and braced herself with her hand on the arms of the chair she had just abandoned. Her ass stuck high in the air, the pale cheeks glistening obscenely.
"Are you sure you want him to do this, Mama?" her daughter asked with concern.
"Yes," the woman responded, aware of the ragged need in her voice that revealed the depth of her lewd want.
And then he spread her white ass cheeks. She gasped as the smooth head of her ex-son-in-law's cock pressed into the crack of her ass. It was long and thick again, and the fat, juicy head spread her buttocks to wipe down between them and tickle her puckered asshole.
"Ohhh, yes, please! Fuck me," she pleaded, reaching behind her to touch the wonderfully hard cock. Oh, God, he had to be a good man to get it up again and so hard so soon. Her husband had never been able to do that. Once a night, maybe twice, and that was it. But this was Ted's-oh, shit! She had lost count.
"Fuck me-fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt good and hard!"
He chuckled and slapped her ass. Her fleshy bottom smarted and rippled like a mound of Jell-O. The slap stirred her senses and made her ass muscles clench.
"Ohhh, yes!" Jean cried, widening her stance to brace herself. If he was going to fuck her, she wanted to be ready for his hard lunges. "Give it to me, honey," she hissed. "I can take it. I can take it all."
Ted grasped the woman's wriggling ass with one hand while he used the other to rub his hard prick against her throbbing cunt lips from behind.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded breathlessly.
Slowly, his big-knobbed prick began sliding between her legs and easing into her.
Her cunt muscles shuddered around it as it invaded her hot cavern.
"Is this what you wanted? Huh?"
"Yes!" the woman whimpered. "Yes! Yes!"
Grasping her hips tightly, Ted made several swift strokes into her clasping hole, spreading her juices over his stretched pole to lubricate it thoroughly.
"Yes! Yesss! Yesssss! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Jean cried.
Suddenly, his cock pulled out of her clasping cunthole. Irritated by the interruption, she reached between her legs to help guide him back in, but she stiffened when she felt the plump cockhead wedge between the cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, my God!"
She tensed as she felt a pressure against the puckered bud of her asshole. Suddenly, her sphincter stretched wide and the head slipped past the tight barrier and began moving into her bowels. Her defensive twisting only helped, screwing her ass around his big cock as it fucked its way into her.
Ted chuckled and groaned. "God, that feels wonderful! You've got a tight asshole, Jeanie, baby-it's squeezing the shit out of my cock."
The woman shook with lewd excitement. She had been fucked so few times in the ass before that she felt like she was a virgin in that spot. And Ted's prick felt like it was splitting her bowels, but the movements were thrilling as he gently worked it back and forth, spreading the lubrication from her cunt to make the movement silky and exciting.
"Are you okay?" he asked, resting briefly with his cock fully embedded in her rectum and his hairy groin pressing firmly against her stretched ass cheeks.
"I-I-I'm fine."
"Here goes, then!"
He started pumping, reaming her asshole with the same speed and power as he would her pussy. His hips banged into her upended ass, and her body rocked, her long, stiff nipples almost dragging the carpet as her hanging tits shook and bounced, clapping together with a sexy rhythm.
"Oh, my God, do it!" the woman cried. "Fuck my asshole!"
"Go, Mama, go!" her daughter shouted gleefully. "Fuck her butt, Ted! Screw her!"
Shame on the girl! her mother thought. Such language! What would people think if they heard her? What would people think if they saw them? Mother and daughter, both naked, the daughter still dripping with cum while the mother was having her ass stuffed.
"Ohhhh, Ted! That feels so good!" she cried wantonly, twisting back against his fuck pole as it screwed her ass.
"Baby, you have a tight ass," he rasped, the strain of fucking her making his muscles bulge and bringing a sheen of sweat to his chest.
"Isn't she a sexy hunk?" Mandy asked proudly, coming over to stand beside the fucking pair and pat her mother's bare back affectionately.
"It's a shame I didn't start fucking her sooner," he grunted, staring at the blonde's tits while he fucked her mother. There was no doubt about it: both were gorgeous women. And, from the looks of it, they were equally horny.
"Ohhhh, God!" Jean sobbed. "Baby, he's so big!"
"Don't you just love it, Mama? Isn't ass-fucking the greatest."
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
Jean's ass grip on his cock was so tight. But the pressure thrilled him beyond belief. His dick burned, aching to spill his seed in her bowels.
And the woman was not content to just brace and allow herself to be fucked. She had every bit as much life as her daughter. She rocked back against him, tightening her ass muscles rhythmically, and tantalized his prick as it moved back and forth inside her. Her quivering ass cheeks ground around his thick shaft each time his hips slapped her buttocks and drove it all the way into her ass crack.
Sweat poured down Ted's young face and ran onto the older woman's back and ass cheeks as he fucked her harder and harder. Her face was twisted with lust and was red with exertion and excitement. She felt now as if she could hardly breathe, they were fucking so fast and furiously.
"Aaarrrghhhh! Oh, yeah! Ahhhhh! Yes! Ohhhh, Ted, you're such a terrible man! Ohhhh, God, that feels so good! Ahhhhh, yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!"
Chuckling, delighted by the woman's lusty response, Ted reached around her to squeeze her big tits. Her stiff, pointed nipples gave him a handle to hold onto. His cock continued to work her asshole while she cried out in wanton excitement.
The heat built in his gut, and his dick began to tingle. It became supersensitive, every inch of its surface reacting to her hot, clasping pressure. Suddenly, Ted's body stiffened and his cock heaved mightily inside her.
"I'm coming," he announced simply.
"Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed in mindless excitement. "Shoot it in me! Fill my asshole!"
Ted rammed her hard, his vision glazing as his hot spray of jism streamed into her rectum.
"I'm coming with you! Ohhhh, God!" Jean cried as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Her pussy and her ass vibrated with the power of the climax as creamy foam filled her asshole and trickled down her shaking thighs.
They were joined in joy with the hot tremors from one spasming body being picked up, amplified, and returned by the other. The excitement throbbed through her belly and her tits while his body pulsated with the power of his cock spurts.
Somehow, a second orgasm began rocking the woman even before her first had fully died away.
"Ohhhh, that was soooo good," she finally babbled as Ted pulled his softening prick from her drenched asshole and pulled her with him as he flopped exhaustedly into the chair.
"Yes," he agreed, cuddling her warm body in his naked lap. "Very good."
He had only one regret. The woman he had been fucking in his mind at the height of his orgasm had been a pretty blonde jogger from the park.
He wished it were her in his arms right now.
CHAPTER SIX
It may have been a coincidence. Or it may have been a part of that preplanned destiny called fate. Whatever, Leena was thinking of Ted the exact same instant his fuck-exhausted mind was thinking of her.
Leena was looking at her fianc' and she was thinking of Ted.
There was simply no way to compare the two men. One was rugged, determined. The other was a suave, accomplished gentleman who had no need for determination. Inherited wealth had already given him everything he could possibly want.
And, there was no denying it, that wealth had given him her.
She had no objections to marrying for money. A girl with an aristocratic heritage is taught that as a desirable goal from birth. But, she wondered, did Kevin really want her? Did he want her in the same way Ted wanted her?
"Do you want to fuck me?" she came right out and asked him.
"I beg you pardon?"
"Do you want to."
"Really, Leena! Of course I do."
"Well, then? What are you waiting for."
"The wedding, my dear. The waiting is hard, I know, but trust me. That precious moment will be all the more glorious for the anticipation."
"Bullshit!"
"I beg your pardon?" Kevin said again, shocked even more by her second outburst than he had been by her first.
"I said bullshit!"
"Really, darling! What's come over you."
"I'm horny!"
"Of course you would be," he said as if he were soothing a child. "You're a healthy young woman and it's only natural. But the ability to control our appetites is what separates man from the animals."
"Do you really believe that?" she asked, eyeing him curiously.
"Of course I do."
She started to say "bullshit" again, but decided the word had lost its effect. "Come here," she said simply.
"Yes?" Humoring her, he stepped close to where she was seated.
She reached out and patted his crotch, trying to trace the shape of his hidden cock with her fingertip.
"Good Lord, Leena! What are you doing."
"Determining whether or not you're a man. An engaged woman has that right."
"An engaged woman has nothing of the sort!"
But she already had his zipper undone. Her hand slipped in immediately to pull out the snake-like coil of his cock.
"Now look what you've done!"
"Yes! Just look at it!"
He was, indeed, a man-a man with a cock that was impressively long and thick and that was reacting quite handsomely to the touch of her fingertips, filling and hardening. She reached back in and brought out his balls. The hairy sac was fat and warm with its creamy charge.
"Leena, I am shocked!"
"Not nearly as shocked as you're going to be," she said, giggling.
He pulled away and started stuffing his cock back into his pants. Half-hard, now, it didn't go back in as easily as it came out.
Leena's jaw dropped. "You're going to put that lovely thing away?"
"I'm going to save this 'lovely thing' for the proper time and place."
She was outraged. "If you won't fuck me, then I know someone who will!" she shouted.
He waved angrily toward the phone. "Call him."
"All right, I will!"
She reached for her purse, hands trembling, and ruffled through its contents until she found it: the little piece of paper with his phone number written on it. She turned resolutely toward the phone and dialed the number.
"Hello?"
Ted's simple greeting had a calming effect on the rage of emotion that had risen within her.
"Am I...interrupting you?" she asked cautiously, feeling a stab of guilt for calling at such a late hour.
"No. I was just about to get ready for bed. And you?"
"I'm bored."
"I could fix that."
His soft chuckle sent a prickle of anticipation soaring through her body.
"Would you?" Her plea was a soft sigh.
He agreed readily, and she hung up the phone. Her angry glare returned as she stared across the room at her fianc', who had been listening emotionlessly to her side of the conversation.
"You have fifteen minutes," she told him, "to do something."
But he did nothing, and neither did she. They just sat, staring at one another, while the minutes ticked by. They both looked relieved when the ringing of the doorbell broke the suspense.
"Ted, this is my fianc', Kevin," Leena introduced the two men. "Kevin, meet Ted. My lover."
And then the door was closed behind them and they were walking together toward Ted's car.
"Now, just what was that all about?" Ted asked curiously.
"I'll tell you later."
"Promise?"
"Promise," she said, turning toward him and stretching upward on tiptoes to seal her promise with a kiss.
Leena followed him into his apartment. A feeling of illicit excitement swept over her when she heard the door close behind her. Memories of the exciting time they had spent together, those precious, stolen moments of ecstasy, washed over her.
He stepped close behind her, so close that his warm breath caused the flesh to prickle on the back of her neck. She turned and stepped into his arms. Looping her arms around his neck, she pulled his lips down to hers. "Thank you for rescuing me."
He gave an impassioned grunt. "Don't mention it."
"Mmmmm... " The purr of pleasure came from low in her throat. His lips were sweet; his breath, hot and heady. She sucked hungrily on his mouth and wiggled against him.
Her flesh molded around his groin. His massive cock was breathtakingly hard, and the feel of it pressing through their clothing sent a shudder of anticipation rolling through her body. Deep down, inside her panties, her pussy lips fluttered.
She could feel his massive, hard cock pressed to her through their clothes and she felt her pussy petals flutter in anticipation.
"Oh, baby!" He groaned again. "Why did you call me?" he asked, his hands fumbling with the zipper at the back of her dress.
"You know why."
"But you were with your fianc'! Why didn't he-"
"He's not the man that you are."
Ted shook his head. "I don't understand."
"Don't try, Ted, honey. Just make me happy. Please," she purred softly.
He drew the zipper down the back of her dress. She stepped away and let it fall in a heap to the floor. "You didn't say whether or not you like my dress," she teased, slipping out of her shoes to pose seductively for him in just a sheer black bra and matching bikini panties.
"Oh, yeah," he mumbled, giving the cast-off pile a swift glance, "it was nice." Then, he grinned. "I like clothes that come off easily."
"You mean, you like ladies whose clothes come off easily."
"That naturally follows."
She liked his simplicity. There was no pretense of falseness, no meaningless endearments. He wanted her simply for her body, nothing more. He just wanted to fuck her, and that was all she wanted from him.
Her heart pounded as he ogled hungrily her naked body. His eyes glaring and nostrils flared, it was clear that his desire was as great as her own. Her hands shook, not from nervousness but desire, as she reached behind her back.
"You too, honey," she said, her eyes twinkling as she unhooked her bra. "Get undressed."
Ted's eyes widened as her bra slid away, and he gaped at her huge, thrusting mounds as if it were a new experience. "Yeah, baby, sure."
He quickly shed his pants and Leena let out a gasp as she saw his massive, hard shaft jump to stiff attention in front of him. Its swollen purple head bobbed seductively, the tip winking at her and oozing a thick drop of moisture that brought her tongue to her lips.
He stepped to her and drew her into his embrace. Their naked bodies pressed comfortably together, fitting perfectly. His warm flesh excited her wherever it touched, and the hard head that wedged against her belly sent a twitter of anticipation through her pussy.
"Oh, honey, I want you," she whispered softly.
"Baby, you've got me," he assured her in a husky voice. "C'mon." Taking her hand, he led her toward the bedroom.
Leena sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. "Would you think I was a whore if I said I wanted to suck your lovely cock?"
"Baby, I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
She reached out and ran her fingers along the top edge of his stretched penis, then she lifted his balls. She was comparing it mentally to the cock she had fondled earlier, her fianc''s cock. Kevin's cock compared favorably, although it was, perhaps, not quite as rugged.
"I got my hands on Kevin's cock tonight," she commented, saying her thoughts aloud, "for the first time."
"For the first time? My God, what's the guy been doing?"
"Nothing," she said sadly.
"Nothing?" Ted seemed puzzled. "The guy's not a virgin, is he?"
"You know," she said, staring up at the naked man thoughtfully, "I believe he just might be."
Ted laughed. "That explains it. I'd be afraid myself, faced with a sexy doll like you."
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid of failure. Afraid I wouldn't come through like you expected--afraid I wouldn't make you come. Christ, there a thousand things a man fears when it comes to his potency."
"How stupid!"
"Hey, baby, I don't mind! You've got my number."
She grinned and gave the tip of his dick a twist with her hand. "I do, don't I?"
She leaned forward, and her mouth opened wide. Her tongue launched out and flicked over the swollen, blood-filled head. She closed her lips over the fat, flanged head, and she whipped her tongue around the thick shaft as she drew half of it between her cheeks.
"Ahhhhh, yes" she breathed softly. "Yes, yes."
Her hands wrapped around his buttocks, urging him closer as she began sucking the end of his cock. His dick was hot and thick and juicy, swelling to even greater hardness as her lips slowly stroked the stretched stalk. Her fingers twisted and teased his balls, and her stomach gurgled with expectation, eager to consume his creamy charge.
"Oh, yes, baby," he groaned with his head thrown back, reveling in the feel of her tongue swirling around his sensitive prick. "Suck my cock!"
His penis began a thrusting rhythm, aiding her tongue-fuck by jamming its full length far into her throat. His pace quickened, and his balls thumped against her chin as he fucked her face.
Leena responded with groans of pleasure. Her head bobbed while his hips pumped into her face. Never in her wildest imagination could she imagine Kevin doing such a thing. And she knew that even after marriage, she would always have to have a lover.
Yes, a lover! Someone like this wonderful man who had opened her eyes to the delightful lusts that had been buried within her under the guise of respectability. But no longer.
"I love it," she mumbled around her mouthful of cock. "Mmmmmmffff! I love sucking-mmmmmfffff! I love fucking-mmmmppphhhhh!" Oh, God, it's wonderful! It's wonderful! she thought, her nostrils twitching as she buried her nose in his hairy crotch.
"Suck it, baby! Suck it good-aw, shit! We're there, baby-aieeeee!"
Leena braced for the flood that she had been expecting. She shuddered as the thick cock jerked wildly in her mouth and started spraying sperm into her throat. She gulped and swallowed, unable to breathe while the hot, thick cum was gushing into her. And when his excitement tapered, she licked and kissed the softening head with gentle affection.
"Ohhhh, honey, that was wonderful," she cooed in a honeyed voice while she rubbed the supple, saliva-wet length of his cock against her cheek.
"Yeah, baby," he chuckled. "Your fianc' owes me one for that."
"I owe you one for that," she purred.
"Well, then, pay up!"
"I suppose I must," she chuckled, her belly rippling with good humor as she lay back on the bed and stretched out her arms for him.
It was more intimate and exciting to have her body molded to his on the bed than it had been in their standing embrace. She was free to throw her thigh over his hips and split her cunt as she opened her legs, freeing the pink-fleshed interior to rub against a prick that was already beginning to harden again. Her breasts alternately mashed into his chest, then pulled back until just the touch of his wiry chest curls was teasing their sensitive tips. Leena grew more spirited as the fiery hunger grew within her, until he finally had to push her back so he could gasp for breath.
"Oh, yes, honey! Yes! Yes!" she cried, raising her knees and spreading them as he rose above her. Her hand groped for his prick. "Fuck me now!"
But he slapped her hand away. She wasn't to get off so easily. He knew the consummation would be so much better if she endured the turmoil a while longer.
His head dipped to the massive mounds of tit flesh that decorated her chest like giant scoops of vanilla ice cream. He squeezed them in his hand, making her moan as he shaped them, then sucked her nipples into his mouth, one after the other, and nursed them to hard peaks. He nibbled and sucked until she was moaning with desire, then his tongue left them and began sliding over the flat expanse of her belly.
Leena's excitement grew as he got closer and closer to her pussy. Her thighs shook, and her eyes fluttered with desire. She groaned as she felt him cover her black, hairy cunt with his mouth.
It felt good. Oh, yes, it felt wonderful! His tongue separated Leena's labia and slipped into her with the sinuous grace of a serpent. His hands gripped her buttocks and lifted her so that he could bury himself in her. Her thick lips spread to engulf his nose and his mouth. He licked and sucked, devouring her sensitive inner flesh.
It thrilled her to know that her secret parts could supply so much pleasure for a man. Oh, Kevin would be horrified, but this man loved wallowing in her core. And the thrills that he sent cascading through her body were so wanton, so illicit, that they roused her basest, most animal instincts.
"Oh, God, eat me, Ted!" she moaned without shame. "Eat my pussy!"
Ted groaned, lost in the heat of her hot depths, the taste of her smooth lips, the smell of her hot womanhood. His tongue began to flow over the rigid button of her clit. Her hips began to flail and swirl in his face.
"Ohhh, yes, baby, yes." Her voice shook as her stomach muscles began to tighten. Her hips snapped upward, jerking against his face.
Ted gave her clit a gentle nip.
Leena's hips arched high, crushing up into his face as her muscles stretched taut. And then the tension broke. Suddenly. Her legs shot into the air and her hips jerked as a powerful climax gripped her spirit.
"Ted! God, Ted! I'm coming!"
She tossed and flailed as waves of ecstasy threatened to tear her apart. Ted held fast to her flowing cunt, pushing until her sobs faded and her hips lost their life. He sat back between her legs and smiled.
"Maybe you ought to be marrying me instead of the wimp," he told her with a grin.
"Hmmmmm... maybe so. Have you got money?"
"Not enough for a blue-blooded chick like you."
She smiled and reached out to grasp the thick staff that was once again standing proud and hard. "Then I guess I'll just have to be your mistress."
She guided his cock between her legs.
"It's okay by me," he said, pushing into her with a grunt. "Yeah, it's okay by me."
A second stroke drove him all the way into her, and Leena's hips arched up tightly toward his.
"Would you be still, woman, and let me do this?" he asked, gripping her ass and trying to hold her hips steady so he could fuck into her pussy.
"No," she said, wiggling gleefully.
"Fuckin' women's lib!" he exclaimed, jamming her back to the mattress and impaling her fully.
"Arrghhhh!" The breath whooshed out of her, leaving her momentarily breathless while he began his long fuck strokes.
The feeling spread within her as his cockhead stretched the walls of her vagina, spreading their mixed juices and making the passage slick and sensitive. She held her breath, savoring the feelings, the splitting thickness of his manhood, the pressure of his fat glans jamming against her cervix at the end of his stroke. His coarse pubic hair meshed with her silky cunt curls.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, lost in dreamy sensations
Their bodies moved as one, her hips twisting, his pelvis thrusting, her hot cunt clasping his pumping cock. A throbbing began in the back of his neck at the base of his skull, and his balls began to tighten.
"I'm ready," he gasped, looking into her beautiful eyes.
"I'm close," she murmured. "Make me come, too."
It was a simple request, a trusting plea that he longed to satisfy as he drove home the final thrust that he knew would rocket him to ecstasy. He reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit as his cock jerked in her cunt.
Excitement swirled upward from between Leena's legs. It was impossible to tell what was caused by his spasming prick, what was caused by the roughshod probes of his fingertips, and what was simply nurtured by the creamy inundation from his balls.
Whatever, the consummate joy of climax flooded her soul. His pumping cock drove her to the heights of glory-again and again and again. When, finally, the two lovers collapsed together in a single heap of naked flesh, her spirit had been completely drained. As had his.
She reached down and squeezed his soft cock, not the least bit troubled by its thick coating of love slime. It was the same lusty brew that was oozing from her cunt slit. His ball sac was soft and leathery.
"I'm drained. Completely. I couldn't do that again if my life depended on it."
"I couldn't take it again. Not and keep my sanity."
"Stay with me. Spend the night."
"All right."
It was a simple commitment, and it came surprisingly easily. It was something she had never done before-spent an entire night in a man's bed. She had never fallen asleep with a man's head cuddled against her breast...a man's snores gentle against her skin. She had never watched a man shave himself in the morning, or let a man see her fresh from the bed with no cosmetics camouflaging her imperfections.
And she had never been awakened in the dark of night with a hard-on pressed to her middle and been fucked back to sleep as if in a dream.
But she experienced all that, and more, with a glow of satisfaction.
And without once thinking about the man whom she was engaged to marry.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ted hadn't recognized the name when his secretary announced him. But he knew the man immediately when he was ushered into Ted's office, even though he had only seen him once before, and then, only briefly.
"I had a deuce of a time finding you," the man said, staring at Ted across the desk. "Of course, I couldn't come right out and ask Leena."
"Of course not," Ted agreed, knowing that would have been his own starting point. He breathed a little easier now that it was evident the man wasn't going to start immediately punching him out. What was his name? Oh, yes, Kevin, that was it. "What can I do for you, Kevin?"
Kevin ignored the seat he was offered and said gruffly, "You can start by telling me what's going on between you and Leena."
"I would think that was obvious."
"This has got to stop!"
"I think that is something you need to discuss with your fianc'."
The man sank into the chair, looking defeated. "I wish this were a market situation, then I'd know how to handle it. As it is, I'm at a complete loss."
"It's a simple problem: Leena needs to be fucked."
"Don't you think I know that?"
"Then why don't you do something about it?"
The man turned red and started sputtering excuses. "I-I-"
"Are you gay?"
"Of course not!"
"Impotent?"
"No, not that."
"A virgin?"
Kevin gasped. "Is it that obvious?"
Ted leaned back in his chair, trying not to gloat. So, he had been right all along.
Both men were silent-Kevin, red with shame, and Ted, busy considering the problem. "You need to get laid," Ted finally announced.
"You seem to have a one-track mind," the other man spit out in disgust. "I don't understand what Leena sees in you."
Ted chuckled. "She-likes that track," he said casually as he picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Mandy? Hi, honey. Look, I've got somebody here I think you'd like to meet. A man-what? Oh, yeah, handsome enough-" He paused for a moment, chuckled, then looked again at the man across from him. "She wants to know if you have a big cock."
"I beg your pardon!"
Ted laughed. "That's an unknown quantity," he said into the phone. "The guy's a virgin."
He hung up the phone a minute later and wrote an address on a piece of paper. "Here," he said, handing it to Kevin. "She owns a little shop in the village. Don't-or, perhaps, I should say, do fuck this one up."
Kevin found Mandy's boutique easily, but he walked past it three times before he got up the courage to go in.
"May I help you?" a blonde asked, peering at him over a rack of dresses.
"I'm, ah, looking for Mandy."
"That's me."
The blonde came out from behind the racks of clothing and Kevin caught his breath. She was dressed in purple, wearing knee-high purple suede boots, a purple felt-like skirt, and a long-sleeved blouse that was little more than a wisp of purple material pulled across her breasts and knotted below them, leaving her midriff bare and the deep oval of her bellybutton exposed. Her boobs were bare, and the transparent material simply shaded them, giving her nipples a dark, purple hue.
"I'm Kevin," he said, fidgeting nervously and trying not to stare at her tits as she advanced toward him.
"Kevin?" She grinned, looking him over carefully from head to toe. "My, my! And I thought my ex was playing a joke on me and sending over some nerd. Hon, you are a hunk if I ever saw one. Are you really a virgin?"
Kevin gulped. "I'm, ah, not married yet, so naturally-but I'm engaged."
"How long have you been engaged?"
"A year-"
"My God! Poor woman." Her voice softened as she saw the way he was staring at her tits. "Haven't you ever seen a woman naked before?"
"Well, I, ah, I've studied women, of course, in school-you know, diagrams, pictures-"
"Pictures of what?"
"Secondary sex characteristics-mammary glands, that sort of thing. The womb, you know, the uterus, everything-"
"Everything?"
"Well, the vagina, of course, is particularly interesting."
"So you do like cunts?"
"Fascinating, actually," he said with a guilty grin.
"Would you like to see me naked, Kevin?" she asked bluntly.
"Hmm, well, ah, yes, I think I would," he stammered, gazing at her with hunger in his eyes.
"Come, hon." She took his hand and led him toward the office in back. "Watch the store, Sandy," she called out, "I'm going to take a break."
As soon as they were out of sight, Mandy turned and pressed her body to his. "Do you like to kiss?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing his lips to hers. "I'm not good at it."
His lips were cold and lifeless against her cheek, not finding her mouth until she turned into it.
"You're right," she said gently, wiggling against him. "We'll work on that later."
Her hands went around his waist to cup his ass and pull their hips together so that she could feel the bulge of his cock through his clothes. It was massive and straining.
"Everything seems to be working all right down here," she purred with pleasure as she slipped a hand around to squeeze the huge bulge that had risen in his pants. "I'll bet your fianc' gets a kick out of this."
"She's not as bold as you," he gasped.
"Is she a virgin, too?"
"No," he admitted shamefully.
"Don't worry, dear boy. We'll have you in action in no time."
"I'd like that," he said. "For her sake."
"Of course." Mandy tittered. "For her sake." I While she gently caressed his shrouded cock, his shyness eased and he gazed openly down the front of her blouse, trying to see as much of her naked breasts as he possibly could.
"Here, hon," she said, putting his hands on the knot above her midriff. "Pull this."
Kevin gave the ends of the knot a gentle tug, then caught his breath as the lacy covering fell away from her boobs. Her pink, enlarged nipples attracted his fingers. He touched them curiously, and ran his thumbs over the points. Mandy moaned as the vibrations caused by his trembling fingers made their way all the way to her core.
"Just like in the text books?" she asked teasingly.
"No, not at all." He grinned, and she was happy to see the wicked fun in his eyes. "This is more like in the fuck books and the dirty magazines I used to sneak into my bedroom."
"To jack off with?"
"I had to do something," he whined defensively.
"Good! Then at least we know that it works." There was promise in her hands as they caressed the bulge that had grown rock-hard in his pants.
"It works fine."
"Take off your clothes, hon," she said. "Let's just see how fine."
Ted didn't hesitate. He was eager to be at last undressing before a woman. Undressing for sex. While he stripped, Mandy got rid of her own skirt, but left on her boots and a skimpy pair of black lace bikini panties that were more decorative than functional. She didn't bother to remove her blouse, just letting the soft material flow from her shoulders as a purple frame for her bare tits.
Mandy took a moment to stare at his hefty instrument as it was exposed. The shaft arched high with a shiny, purple, torpedo-shaped head, and a hairy, dual-lobed sack of goodies drooped halfway to his knees below it. He was as much, if not more, of a man as she had ever seen, and the fact that that cock had never before been cuddled by a pussy added to its appeal. Virgins were awkward, but there was nothing on earth that equaled their breathtaking enthusiasm once they were in the saddle.
Mandy stepped to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, crushing her bare breasts to his naked chest. The hard pressure of his cock was warm against her belly.
"Oh, God," he whimpered, relishing the intimate caress.
"Mmmmm," she purred. This time, when she kissed him, he followed her lead and twined his tongue around hers as it entered his mouth.
While they sucked on each other's tongue, his hands slipped inside her panties, in back, to squeeze her naked buttocks. She purred some more, happy to see him take some initiative, and let him push the black lace down her hips. Breaking the kiss, she stepped back and slipped the panties all the way off, letting his eyes boggle at the sight of her black beaver.
"Come on," she said, taking his hand, "let's boogie."
His prick leaped at the prospect as she led him to a small sofa. She sat down with her ass on the edge of the seat and looked up at him with a smile. Her hands slid along his hips and thighs as she dropped her eyes to his cock with its shiny purple plum-like head.
"You are a handsome man," she commented, pulling him closer, "and you have a beautiful cock."
Kevin shook. Could it be possible that his wildest dreams were about to become true? And the way she was eyeing his cock, licking her lips as her face moved closer to it...why, it was almost as if she was going to-oh, good Lord! He stiffened as the woman rubbed the head of his cock back and forth across her lips and kissed it. God! Her mouth...her mouth was closing around it, taking it in! He groaned and wrapped his hand around the back of her head, urging her closer.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, slowly working her mouth all the way down to the base of his cock.
"Jesus!" he hissed, releasing a big breath of air. His prick was buried in her mouth and her nose rubbed against his hairy groin.
Her head began bobbing up and down on her mouthful of cock. She worked slowly, taking her time to thoroughly enjoy the fresh, virgin meat. The taste, the feel, and the smell were all catalogued in her mind and compared with the many other cocks she had hungrily devoured. This was one of the better ones, she thought, rolling his huge hanging balls between her fingertips. Yes, definitely one of the better ones.
Kevin's fingers toyed with her blonde hair as he looked down at her in wonder. His cock was totally immersed in wet, warm, sucking, stroking feminine flesh. He had never felt such intense sensations before.
"Ohhh, suck me, suck me, suck me," he responded to the flexing of her cheeks around his cock. Her attention focused on the end of his prick as his excitement increased. "Oh, God!" he suddenly gasped. "I'm going to come!"
He meant to pull himself free, but instead he thrust his cock forward sliding it deep into her throat as it gave a mighty heave. Cum began flooding her tonsils. "My God!" he shouted. "I'm coming! I'm coming in your mouth!"
His groans of pleasure thrilled Mandy almost as much as the feel of the cock pulsing in her mouth. She loved the smooth taste of cum sliding down her throat. But she loved even more the spasmodic jerking of a man as he became unglued, completely under her control. She sucked hard, encouraging the flow of the hot, thick j ism and gulping down every creamy shot as it was delivered.
"How was that, hon?" She looked up at him and smiled as she released his once-hard cock from her mouth. But it was far from lifeless, twitching and jerking as she played with it with her fingers. "Have you ever felt anything like that before in your life?"
"No," he gasped as he regained his breath. "That was wonderful."
Mandy was pleased with herself, knowing that she had opened up a new interest for the man, one that ranked right up there with golf and football and all the rest of those manly sports. And the feminine world could always use another hungry hunter with the equipment this one sported. She was doing more than satisfying her own lusty urges, she was doing a service to mankind and womankind as well.
"Come here, hon," she coaxed sweetly, lying back on the couch. She raised her legs and bent her knees around him as he slipped into her arms. Their bodies molded together warmly.
"What do we do now?" he asked, a tremor of uncertainty in his voice.
"Just love me, darling," she whispered. "Use your imagination. I'm not a toy. I won't break."
He reacted to her words as if she had thrown the switch that turned him on. He pressed his lips to hers in a kiss. The kiss was deep and lingering, a slow buildup of their passions as their bodies rubbed together gently, teasing their senses. He had her trembling before he slid his hand downward across her flat belly.
"Oooooh, honey," she murmured as his hand covered the warm, oozing split of her cunt.
"I like the feel of a woman," he whispered, sliding his lips to the heaving mounds of her tits.
He took his time and she purred as he nibbled and kissed one nipple after the other, watching as they became hard, learning her reactions. If this satisfaction of his curiosity was any indication, she knew that, with his attention to detail, he would be a masterful lover someday.
"Ohhh, darling!" She sucked in a breath as his lips began moving over her tummy...circling her navel...his tongue reaming it.
His played among the silky curls high on her mound, and her pussy lips fluttered as they inched closer.
The teasing stopped and his head lifted and she knew he was looking at her, studying her in a way he had never studied a woman before.
"Oh, Mandy! Sweet Mandy!" he whispered dreamily. His hands slipped around her smooth ass cheeks and lifted them toward his mouth. It opened, and his lips settled around the wet, swollen bulge of her cunt.
Now she was the one who was helpless with desire, grinding her hips against his face. Seducing the virgin had been a powerful buildup, and now the feel of his tongue wedging open the clinging wet walls of her cunt supplied the final stroke that sent her emotions soaring. Her pussy began spasming.
Kevin had no idea what was happening to the woman, but he believed her when she said it was good. The excitement of burying his face in a woman's cunt had his own cock stretching almost to the point of bursting. He sucked and licked, wallowing in her sweet oils, and lingered over a lap of flesh at the top of her split because it seemed to drive her wild every time his tongue touched it.
Her cries broke his thoughts, and she moaned with ecstasy, the powerful waves crashing over her.
Her hips jerked against his face and her cunt quivered around his tongue. "I'm coming! I'm coming, honey-oh, yes, I'm commmiiinnnggg!"
By God, he had given her an orgasm! Pride surged through him, putting even more power in his prick.
If the intensity of her passion lessened, Kevin didn't notice it. His head was throbbing with his own need. He responded automatically as her hand groped for and found his virgin cock. She drew him into position with his body covering hers, poised above her.
"Fuck me, hon!" The impassioned demand came as a harsh whisper from some place deep in her body. She teased them both, wiping the head of his prick back and forth through the swollen folds at the mouth of her sex.
"Fuck you! Yes! Yes!"
Kevin responded automatically, lowering his hips, sliding his cock into her.
"Oh, yes, honey! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Kevin tried to sort out the strange sensations, wanting to thoroughly savor this new experience-the tight, slippery feeling of her cunt walls griping his cock...her inner heat smothering his turgid flesh...all this mixed up with the erotic look of her impassioned features...the upward thrust of her breasts, the flesh quivering...the tight clasp of her thighs around his hips, checking his frantic desire, showing him the proper pace to arouse her and thrill himself beyond belief.
"Do you like me."
"Yes."
"Do you like my cunt."
"Yes!"
"Do you like fucking."
"Oh, God, yes!"
He watched her big tits roll back and forth as his strokes evened to match the rhythm set by her rocking hips. The motion came easily and naturally, almost as if he had known it all his life. He did like fucking! He had never before experienced such a total immersion in pleasure. His only thought, his only desire, was the complete gratification of his senses. And that satisfaction was right there, in her honeyed depths, and his prick was a magic wand with the ability to draw it from her.
It was all working fine, so Mandy let herself go. She stared at his face, watching for his reaction, and started bucking beneath him, banging her crotch hard against his and rubbing it into him. His eyes filled with delight, and he deepened his cock stokes.
That was it! That was the enthusiasm she expected from a virgin, the excitement they always got from first sex. "Ohhh, God, hon!" she murmured, her pussy lips fluttering as his sturdy shaft probed her hole. "Oh, God!"
Kevin was panting, and he groaned as his excitement peaked. He wanted it to go on forever, but he steeled himself for the blinding flash that would end it.
"I'm coming!" she suddenly cried, arching her hips high and ramming them into his groin.
He held on for an extra moment while her climax crashed over her.
"Me, too!" he gasped, gripping her hips and holding her tight.
His cock swelled and exploded. While he groaned in ecstasy, his balls sent waves of cum surging through her cunt.
Their bodies jerked and their hips bucked together. The excitement of the hot cum splashing into her hole drove Mandy into a second round of cunt spasms just as the first died away. She locked her ankles behind him and hugged him tightly, trying to stretch out the sensations forever.
But forever ended far too quickly, leaving them both gasping for breath as their bodies sagged together.
He was grinning from ear to ear when he sat back up.
"How was it, hon."
"The greatest!"
She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his cum-soaked cock. "You need to keep this thing exercised," she said, giving it a teasing squeeze.
"I will," he assured her. "You can count on it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It seemed strange, going out with another man. She hadn't done that since before she was engaged, and that was over a year ago. It was just a simple date, a dinner in a nice restaurant. Yet it seemed more intimate, more like cheating on her fianc' than the times she and Ted had spent in bed together.
Perhaps it was because they let down their guard and got to know each other. It's impossible to share a meal with someone in a romantic atmosphere without revealing something of yourself. And she told him all about her joys and her frustrations, while he lamented the failure of his marriage and his aspirations for the future. Left unsaid was the pleasure they had found in each other.
After the restaurant, he took her home.
"Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" she asked cautiously.
He did. And that was a deepening of their commitment. Opening the place she called home to him was a final sharing of her secrets.
"Nice," Ted commented, nodding as he looked around Leena's living room. "Cozy, feminine."
"I'll get us some coffee," she said, her mind suddenly filling with erotic imaginings of his naked body tousling her satin sheets.
The sexy thoughts made her feel better. Accept him for what he was, she told herself, a hard-pricked stud who was a relief for her sexual urges. Nothing more. Forget the way he was lied to and cheated on by a faithless wife. Forget the fact that his desire for a place in the country and a houseful of kids dovetailed exactly with her own.
They sipped the coffee together without saying much, just being comfortable in each other's presence, and followed it with brandy.
"You're beautiful," he said, pulling her close and wetting her behind the ear with his tongue before kissing her there.
A keen thrill ran through her body. He didn't have to tell her that; the seduction was already a fact.
But he did.
"You're more beautiful than in my dreams...the loveliest woman I've ever held in my arms."
"Oh, Ted," she breathed.
There was no frenzy in their kiss. It was slow, satisfying, generating heat deep in their bodies. His hands roamed her body while his thick tongue filled her mouth.
"You're a distraction from my work during the day," he told her. "I can't keep my mind off you." She moaned and slipped a hand inside the front of his shirt to slide it over his bare chest. He began unbuttoning her blouse. A shudder passed through her when he slipped it off her shoulders and uncovered her black lace bra. He kissed the pulse in her neck, and his lips brushed downward between the lacy cups that covered her breasts. A moment later, he had the clasp unhooked and he pulled the bra away to expose her tits.
She trembled as his fingers stroked her nipples.
"I can never get enough of these," he said.
"Thank God!" she said with a pleasant chuckle.
His hands fondled her tingling mounds, weighing them, and his fingertips ran light, teasing circles all around them. The sensations ran all the way down to her pussy as he stroked the sides and the undersides and pinched her hardening nipples. They stood out like stiff spikes, and the tingling was so intense that she wanted to cry out with joy at his touch.
When he bent his head to suck on her nipples, she wrapped her fingers behind his neck and held him there. With her eyes closed, she thrilled to the sensations he sent flowing through her.
She reached down to touch the bulge in his trousers. The feel of the swollen organ straining against the cloth was the torch that ignited her fire. She ripped down his zipper and pulled open his trousers. Her hand dipped in and scooped out his penis.
"Oh, God," she whispered, staring down at the bloated organ. It was hard and erect, like a roughhewn piece of sculpture, and the head was a dark, menacing purple color. "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!"
She touched it, exploring it with her fingers, and dried its moist eye with a fingertip.
She pushed away and stood up.
"Come," she said, holding out a hand to him.
Her bedroom was pink and frilly, feminine. His harsh masculinity was an intrusion, an exciting counterpoint to the decor.
He took a moment to look around. "It's you," he said simply, with a smile as she moved into his arms.
"Yes," she said. "It's me."
His arms tightened around her, squeezing the breath out of her as they kissed. His hands moved up under her skirt to fondle her buttocks. While his strong fingers molded her ass flesh, her hands gently stroked the stiff penis that poked clear of the opening in his trousers.
"I'm hot," she said.
"Let's get undressed."
Her fingers moved automatically, removing her skirt and her panties, while she watched the interplay of the strong muscles of his arms and thighs as he undressed. The heavy shaft of his penis jerked as he moved, and its wet eye stared sharply upward at the ceiling.
God! he was impressive, she thought, the hot lust evident in her eyes. Thoughts of her fianc' paled at the sight of this magnificent man. She could easily imagine that broad tip splitting her vagina and moving inside her.
"Mmmmm," she purred softly, reaching out to stroke the erect prick. Her fingers continued down to check the weight of his testicles. They were fat and full.
"Awesome," she commented, giving his prick a tug and drawing him with her to her bed.
He waited for her to get into position, then climbed onto the bed beside her. Her knees raised and her legs opened automatically. He bent to kiss her thighs.
"Oh, Ted, honey," she moaned, a shudder sweeping her body. "Love me, darling. Love me."
He pushed his nose between her legs and nuzzled the dark patch of curls that covered her pussy mound. She lay her legs over his shoulders and lifted her hips to wiggle her snatch into his face. His arms embraced her thighs to draw her closer, and his hand reached up to grasp her soft, billowing breasts. A deep sigh of delight escaped her as his mouth locked around her cunt.
Ted's thick tongue parted her cunt lips. She raised her head and stared as the husky man's long tongue speared into her open cunt lips and dove deep into her vagina to steal away the glistening drops of moisture that had begun to seep from her sex glands.
"Ohhh!" A shout of excitement tore from Leena's throat, and her body bucked and twisted, grinding her dark cunt curls and her swollen pussy lips against Ted's face. "Ooooohhhhh, darling!" He groaned and pinched her tits as his tongue swirled over the hard nub of her clitoris, making the young woman cry out with excitement. His hungered lapping quickly brought her to the throes of climax. While she sobbed in ecstasy, his mouth drove her through the full range of her orgasm.
His cunt licking was magnificent, but she wanted more than that. Each lap of his tongue raised her hunger even as it sent thrills cascading through her. She wanted to feel his prick moving inside her. She wanted to have Ted's dick splitting her vagina and thrusting hard into her pussy.
But Ted's tongue continued to drive her wild, sending her into a second wild orgasm before he finally pulled his mouth away from her sex.
"Oh, sweet darling! Lover... "
"You had better watch what you're saying," Ted warned humorously.
"I don't care. It's true. You are my lover."
"Your fianc' might not like that."
"My fianc'? Hah! He doesn't even count."
Ted could understand her feelings after meeting the handsomely masculine wimp. But now that he knew the guy a little, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. But not sorry enough to turn away his future spouse's charms.
"Come here," she muttered, reaching for his prick. "Gimme!" She pinched its weeping head, teased its underside, then closed her fingers around it and began to stroke it. She moaned with pleasure, flexing his shaft with one hand while the other cruised through his thick thatch of wiry cock hair to trace the muscles of his thighs, then returned to tickle his hairy scrotum.
"I want this in me," she croaked.
"My pleasure... "
He settled back on his heels and she spread her knees for him to mount her. Spreading her cunt lips with his fingers, he pressed his cockhead to her opening. He eased into her wet heat with a groan.
"Oh, my!" she gasped, clutching him tightly again with her arms and legs.
Ted grunted and began driving into her loins. Each stroke of his slick prick sent a shudder through Leena, and her wet sex drooled juices all along the shaft as it stretched inside her. Her whole being seemed to center on the movement of its fat tip as it glided smoothly in and out between her clasping tissues.
Ted was lost in the sensation. She was so smooth and soft inside, but her vaginal grip was so possessive. It robbed him of his reason, his will to resist, his desire to hold back. It drove him to a headlong frenzy of fucklust. His prick began pounding her vagina, driving his prick to the very back of her pussy. He wanted to become a part of her, to join with her forever, to breathe with her breath, pulse with her heartbeat, and twitch with her spasms. It was a confused mixture of emotions that pounded in his breast: a mixture of lust...and love... . The gentler emotion had the most power.
Leena was babbling, overwhelmed by the sensations of the thrusting stiffness penetrating her cunt channel, the stinging slap of his testicles against her buttocks in time with his lunges, the simple, overpowering masculinity of his muscular body plundering her. Over and over. She held onto him, trying to hold back her rising heat to match his arousal.
It wasn't a selfish act, this delay of her own reactions, even though she knew the excitement would be multiplied if they came together. It was a sincere desire to share her pleasure with him. For she, too, was feeling more than lust from this coupling. Somehow, that deeper emotion, love, had gotten mixed with things.
But raw lust became the driving force as their arousal intensified. The slapping together of hot, wet, male and female flesh added to the delicious, sucking sound of greedy genitals that echoed through the room and mixed with their grunts and moans and shouts of excitement.
"Aaaaarghhhh! I'm gonna come, baby!" Ted groaned, thrusting the broad tip of his cock to her cervix and holding it there as his balls tensed.
"Come, sweetheart," she cooed. "Come!"
His thick shaft jerked inside her and started spurting, filling her twitching sheath with hot sperm.
Leena squealed and let go. Her own climax crashed over her, tearing apart her frayed nerves. The movement of the cock through her pulsing cunt sent a frothy outpouring from her vagina, and foam gathered on her stretched cunt lips. Clutching tightly, her tender tissues milked the life from the waning cock, greedily draining it of every last drop of creamy semen.
She didn't release him when it was over. Her arms and her legs still clung to her body, holding his feeble penis locked inside her body.
"That was perfect," she said.
He laughed softly. "Maybe next time."
"No," she said, not letting him ruin the serious moment with levity. "Every time is perfect. With you."
"You just don't have that much experience."
"I don't want that much experience," she said, staring hard into his eyes. Then, her gaze softened again. "It's true, isn't it?"
He sighed. "Yes, it's perfect," he said, the admission having a deeper meaning than the words alone.
And it made him feel like a heel.
"I did something today," he said. "I hope you don't mind."
"What's that?" she asked, her voice still groggy from loving.
"I got your boyfriend laid."
CHAPTER NINE
Kevin's first fuck had opened his eyes to a whole new world. He had been going through life like a blind man, not even seeing half of what had been surrounding him. That half, of course, had been women. Now, he actually drooled as he looked at them with knowledge and formed mental pictures of what was hidden beneath their clothes. Tits: pink-fleshed, firm, and coral-tipped. Cunts: soft, hairy, thick-lobed nests of warmth.
He had given up trying to disguise his lustful interest, or to hide the hard-on he sported almost all day long.
His secretary was amused at first. Then, frustrated.
"Did you just discover tits the day before yesterday?" she finally blurted out. "I beg your pardon?"
"Well, the way you've been staring at me-with that naughty gleam in your eyes. I mean, I feel as if those big eyes of yours are positively stripping the clothes right off my back!"
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't be." She smiled at him. "A girl-likes being looked at. After all, that's what these things are for." Moving around the edge of the desk, sidling toward him, she squeezed her tits, massaging them, teasing them with her fingertips. "Among other things."
"Of course," he choked, his cock responding to her grin with a lurch.
"It's just that a girl expects a look like that to be followed by actions."
"like what?"
"like her clothes getting removed." He gulped, and his face reddened. "I didn't know that you-"
"Yeah, I do." She sat on his knee and immediately started to unbutton his shirt. "Sandra! We can't-"
"We must," she whispered, pressing her mouth to his. "You are a devastatingly handsome hunk of man." Her tongue pushed into his mouth.
Kevin couldn't believe what was happening to him. What luck! First the woman in the boutique, now this. Were all women so horny? Good Lord! The things his poor dick had been missing!
All Sandra knew was that his looks had been turning her on. She had been working for him for over a year, and lusting for his body for most of that time. And now that he had shown an interest, she certainly wasn't going to let him pass it up out of a silly sense of propriety. He might fire her afterwards, but he was going to fuck her first. She wasn't going to stop until her boss's cock was ramming into her pussy!
She stripped Kevin's shirt off and tossed it aside. She touched his taut muscles with her fingers, then bent to kiss his nipples. Sucking them started a pounding rhythm in her gut that quickly spread to her pussy.
Kevin gave up trying to resist and pulled her blouse off her. He groped behind her back, searching for the hooks that fastened her bra.
"Right here, sweetie," she said, sitting up and helping his fingers find the front clasp that was stretched tight between the straining mounds of her breasts.
Kevin's fingers fumbled, learning the workings of a bra catch for the first time. He gasped as the cups pulled away to reveal two of the prettiest tits he had ever imagined. Or seen. Or felt.
"You like?"
"Marvelous," he muttered in sincere appreciation as his fingers touched her tits.
He lifted them, gently, almost too gently, waiting for her to stop him, and then instinct took over, and he bent his head and licked the tip of first one and then the other. Almost immediately, his mouth began bouncing from tit to tit, sucking and nibbling her nipples to hardness.
"Oh, Sandra! Beautiful Sandra!" he groaned. He was learning as he licked and sucked, learning how the wrinkled surface of a woman's pink areolae smoothed as they swelled, how soft and satiny the slick surface felt to a tongue, how the hard, pink spikes fought back against a man's tongue as it flicked against them.
Sandra couldn't get enough of the tit-sucking. She arched them into his face, begging him to be rougher, to even nip at her tender flesh. Her hands ran up and down his sides and slipped under the waistband of his trousers, in back, to cup the cheeks of his ass.
"Yeah, sweetie!" she moaned. "You like titties, don't you? Suck 'em! Suck 'em hard!"
Kevin tried not to disappoint her. His hands massaged the big, sweet globes, his senses fascinated by the firm consistency underlaying the soft, velvety outer flesh, while his mouth feasted on her swollen nipples.
Sandra reached between them and unbuckled his belt. His cotton-shrouded hard-on strained against her fingers, making it a challenge to slip the zipper down. Then it was out and in her hand.
"Oh, my!" she squealed with delight. "You're huge, sweetie! Bigger than I ever imagined!"
The secretary wiggled off her boss's lap and rose on her knees between his legs. "I hope you don't mind, sweetie," she apologized just before attacking his hard-on with her mouth.
She kissed it, then licked it from top to bottom. Her tongue swirled around his balls while his staff towered over her face like a giant telephone pole. Her mouth returned to suck in its shiny purple head.
"Suck it, Sandra!" he ordered, his eyes glazed and his head rolling from side to side. "Suck my hard-on!"
The secretary obviously didn't find her boss's demands out of line. Sandra's hand got a firm grip on Kevin's naked ass and her head began bobbing enthusiastically over his prick, her lips clutching it tightly as her cheeks provided the suction that threatened to turn the hard rod inside out.
Beads of sweat broke out on Kevin's forehead as he watched his prick slide in and out between his secretary's pretty puckered lips. At that moment, having his cock sucked by his secretary was the sexiest and the most pleasurable thing he could possibly imagine. How lucky, he thought, to have a prick that merited such attention. And-damn!-to think he had never known.
Kevin grimaced. He was almost there. Her heavy breasts lolling against his thighs as her head bobbed fired his imagination. It was going to be nice to come in her mouth, but-oh, jeez!-wouldn't it be nice to have something more? To sink his prick in her sweet pussy and have it all?
"Baby," he hissed, his teeth clenched to hold back his rising excitement, "I'd like to-oh, God!-to fuck you."
She released his cock and sat back on her heels. Her big tits jiggled to a rest. "You nasty man," she clucked accusingly, her cheeks glowing.
"I'm sorry... "
But the girl was already standing up, her fingers flicking open the fastening of her skirt. The garment fluttered down her legs and revealed a sensible pair of white panties that had been hidden underneath. A wet spot bloomed in the stretched crotch. Kicking the skirt aside, she worked the panties down her legs and past her knees.
When she stretched back up again, he was treated to one of the prettiest little brown-haired pussies imaginable.
Kevin lost all his remaining gentlemanly reserve and grasped her hips and pulled her to him. He dived for her twat like a starving man. His tongue working rapidly, he pressed his nose right into her furry muff.
Oh, shit! She was sweet and juicy! This cunt was even more tasty than Mandy's!
His tongue licked up and down the swollen gap. Pulling the thick edges apart like the shell of a clam, his tongue wound into the gleaming pinkness, looking for the pearl. He licked and sucked and kissed, thoroughly enjoying the delicacy for which he had so recently developed a taste.
Her little buzzer button wasn't as easy to find as had been that boutique woman's, but the hard little nubbin was there. The girl went wild, pressing his head even harder into her crotch and grinding her pussy around it as he sucked and kissed her sensitive clit.
Her body shook, and she gasped and cried. "Ohhhhhh, sweetie! Kevin, fucking baby! Ooooooohhhh! That feels so good! I never knew... I never knew you wanted me so! Eat me, sweetie!
Eat me!"
God, it was great! But it wasn't exactly what he wanted. It wasn't the total experience his dick was straining for.
Giving her pussy a final lick, he pulled his mouth away, leaving her hanging with her emotions bared and raw lust oozing from every pore in her body.
"On the floor!" he said gruffly. "I want to fuck you!"
"Oh, yes! Yes!" she gasped, flopping onto her back on the rug. "Hurry!" She parted her legs as she stretched her arms up for him. "Fuck me, Kevin, baby! Fuck me!"
Kevin fell atop her in a rush to get this thing completed. He supported himself above her on one arm while he gripped his cock with his free hand and pressed it against her pussy lips. He fumbled for the proper hole, still learning, then pushed forward when he found it. They both sighed as his prick eased fully into her, completing the connection that joined their bodies and their spirits as well.
He paused for a moment to enjoy the feel of her creamy hotness completely surrounding his manhood, then began sliding his prick in and out.
"Oh, yes, sweetie," she cooed as he stoked the fires that had momentarily cooled into a blazing inferno once again. "Mmmmm, that's nice...fuck me, honey...oh, yes, yes, fuck me... "
"Sure, baby," he gasped, driving harder as he became used to her clasping friction and his passion built. God, it was wonderful! He longed for the feeling to peak, but wished it would never stop. At that moment, he could think of nothing he longed for more than to just lie with his cock twitching in her warm cunt all day long.
But something inside drove him, forcing him to increase the pace. "Oh, yeah!" Kevin moaned, his strokes speeding up inside her tight sheath. "Yeah, baby! Yeah!"
She gasped and clutched his ass cheeks, her tits rolling as he rammed hard into her delicate body. Each thrust of his cockhead rocked her body as it pinned her to the carpet. Each thrust of his hard prick made her cry out with excitement as it sent another thrill sweeping through her.
Despite her enthusiastic acceptance of him, there was always a lingering doubt, a distrust of his masculinity-the fear that she would reject him or that his manhood would fail him. But as the passion built, it reached a point where Kevin knew there was no turning back. Instinct took over. His cock strokes intensified, ramming into her hard, thrusting deep, dipping for the excitement that he knew lay there, somewhere, in the bottom of her pussy.
Kevin humped rapidly, reaching for the completion that he wanted and she was begging for. His chest mashed against her tits, and her sharp nipples made an impression on his spirit as well as his body. Sweat dripped from his forehead into his eyes, and from his hairy chest onto her soft, smooth-skinned tits. She rolled under him, wallowing in the sensations.
"I'm fucking you, woman!" he gasped, launching into his final flurry of strokes. "I'm fucking you!"
"Yes! Yes-ohhh! Ohhhh!"
With their screams mixing, it was impossible to tell who started coming first. Sandra cried with excitement as his hot cum swirled inside her. Kevin's shouts were a reaction to the convulsions of her pussy as it tried to squeeze the life out of his pulsing cock.
Her spasms diminished and his fountain sputtered to a dribble. He collapsed atop her, his heavy body smothering her delicate frame. But it took a while before his weight became oppressive and she squirmed out from under him.
She looked at him for a long moment, admiring the way the glistening drops of sweat decorated his heavily-haired chest. "Now, I suppose now you'll fire me," she said with a pout.
"Fire you?" His grin turned to a frown. "Whatever for?"
So he hadn't lost his respect for her! She wiggled closer, pressing her tits to his chest again. "You mean you didn't mind the fuck?"
"Mind?" He laughed, his eyes twinkling. "I can't wait to do it again."
"Hmmmmm." She wiggled her tits against him. "Sweetie, do you know how long it's been since I've had a raise?"
CHAPTER TEN
Leena knew that Kevin was going to seduce her. She had been expecting it ever since Ted confessed the part he had played in her fianc''s sexual awakening. Only she hadn't expected him to wait a week to get around to doing it. But while she thought he had been simply resting his tool for its second sexual encounter, he had been exercising and finding new uses for his equipment every chance he got. In seven days, he had fucked two more women, making the total four, and he was well on his way to becoming an accomplished cocksman.
But, of course, screwing your fianc' for the first time was not quite the same thing as fucking a stranger. It took a little more finesse. A little more courage.
They'd had a simple evening, just dinner and then a movie. But this time he had followed her into her apartment for coffee rather than leaving her at the door with a simple kiss. But then, his bravado had seemed to fade. And now they were both quiet as they swirled the last of the coffee in their coffee cups.
"Give me just a minute," she said, realizing that if something didn't happen soon, the moment would be lost. Maybe even forever-for she had already decided to find herself a real man if he didn't fuck her soon. Someone virile, like, well, how about Ted? Now, there was a man!
This was it, she decided, stripping off her clothes once she was in her bedroom. It was now or never. She put on a robe over her nudity and stared at herself in the mirror. Good Lord! Maybe the simple fool would just think she was tired and wanted him gone so that she could go to bed. She carefully opened the neck of the robe to a point well below her breasts. If that didn't give him the idea, nothing would.
Her pulse fluttered as she saw the look in his eye when she returned. The "wow" was unspoken, but it was there.
"I thought I'd change into something a little more comfortable," she said with a blush.
There was a fire in his eyes as he stared at the exposed flesh between her tits that he had never seen before. "You might as well have come back out naked."
"Some men," she said pointedly, "would rather do the unwrapping themselves."
Leena opened her arms in invitation and he stood and embraced her. She rose on tiptoes and wound her arms around his neck, drawing his lips to hers and pressing her body to his for the kiss.
"Hmm," she purred softly when his tongue pulled away from her mouth for a breather. "Where did you learn that? Been kissing your sister?"
He grunted. His face was flushed.
She ground her hips against him, teasing mercilessly as his hard cock strained against her through their clothing. His hands descended to her hips, as if to stop her, but they ended up gripping her ass and pulling her closer instead.
"Sweet Jesus," he whispered.
She knew he was becoming unglued, because he had never used such language around her. Smiling demurely, she reached down and ran her hand over the huge bulge in the front of his pants. Her memory returned a clear picture of what it had looked like that single time she had seen it. And how marvelously hard it had felt.
"Are you still saving this for a wedding present?" she asked with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Fuck!" he bellowed. "What's the sense?"
"Why Kevin!" she exclaimed, pulling back, as if in shock. "You have become a naughty boy!"
He reached for her robe and pulled it open. She fought to control her breath as he stared at her heaving tits, the soft lighting giving their bared flesh a dusky glow.
"Now," she said, closing the robe again and drawing the belt tight, "are you quite satisfied?"
"No!"
She chuckled. "Neither am I. Come with me."
Taking his hand, she led him to her bedroom.
"You've changed," she teased, knowing he could never admit why. "What's come over you in the past week?"
"It's only natural for a man to want to fuck-"
Her eyes widened at the word.
"-make love to the woman he's going to marry."
Yeah, but how come it took you a year to get around to it? she wanted to ask, but didn't. Instead, she stepped into his arms, pushed her lips close to his, and whispered, "Fuck me."
No further words were necessary.
Time faded as their mouths sucked hungrily together. A year's passion and curiosity blossomed at their gentle urging, and the massive bulge pressing against her belly became harder and more demanding.
She stepped back and yanked at the belt of her robe.
"Oooooh, baby," he whispered, watching the full beauty of his fianc' come into view.
"Take off your clothes," she said in a voice that was throaty with arousal.
When they were both naked, they stepped together again and she looped her arm around his neck to hold herself close to him. For the first time, there was no barrier of clothing to separate the crush of her breasts from his chest or the hardness of his cock from her belly. "I've waited so long for this, darling," she purred. "Haven't you?"
"Yes," he answered, wishing he could tell her that the waiting hadn't really intensified until a week ago. Or tell her that he had developed skills in that week that were sure to blow her prissy little mind. No, he couldn't tell her those things, but he could show her.
His hands relished the feel of her, squeezing the naked cheeks of her ass and holding her so close that he could feel the fur on her mound cuddling the width of his cock.
"I think we need to do something about that thing," she said, wiggling against his cock.
"Yes," he agreed.
Breaking the kiss, she stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed. Reaching for his cock, she tugged him toward her. Her gaze dropped from his hungered eyes to the swollen purple head of his cock.
Her fingers traced its lines. "You have a handsome cock, Kevin," she commented as easily as if she had been admiring the nose on his face. "It has a nice shape, and it feels strong. Potent."
Kevin shuddered, unable to believe that a woman as fine as Leena would have a sincere appreciation of a cock...especially his cock.
"I think I'd like to suck it... "
Kevin groaned and cupped the back of her head as his fianc''s mouth moved to his prick. He watched, dumbstruck, as she kissed the tip of his dick, then opened her lips and sucked its end right into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
"Oh, Leena, darling," he groaned, enthralled by the caress he had never expected from her.
"Mmmmm," she moaned when her lips had worked their way to the base of his cock and her nose was buried in the hair that surrounded it.
"Suck it!" he gasped as her pristine purity faded in his mind, and she became simply another woman in love with his prick. "Eat my meat! Suck the juice right out of my balls!"
His obscene commands thrilled her as she bobbed her head up and down the stretched length of his rod. Surprisingly, the fact that it was Kevin's cock-her own fianc''s special instrument-didn't add to its appeal. The personality behind it did nothing for her, not like Ted's did, she thought guiltily. The taste was generic, masculine; the smell, heady; the feel, strong...powerful. His balls were nice and hefty...warm in her hand. It was nice cock...a good cock.
But not a great cock. Not like Ted's.
Kevin's fingers ran lightly through her hair as she worked over his cock. She could tell by his breathing that he was getting closer and closer to a climax. His hips began rocking, gently at first, then harder, trying to fuck her face.
"Jesus, Leena! Jesus, Jesus!"
His cock began to swell in her mouth. Her cheeks drew hard on the throbbing instrument. He gave a sudden lurch that plunged the head of his prick deep in her throat.
"God, baby! I'm coming!" he shouted as his cock jerked and began to flood her with hot, creamy cum. His jism sizzled against the back of her throat, spurt after spurt, while he groaned ecstatically.
Leena gulped, thrilled by the hot flood. At last, she knew just what her future spouse had in him. And it was good. Very good. She drank it all down and smacked her lips over his cock as it withered. She smiled and gave the tip a parting kiss as it slipped from her lips.
"It works," she said, pleased with herself at the discovery.
"Yeah, it works," he grunted, folding her into his arms as she rose. "God! I never thought you'd do anything like that-never in my wildest imagination."
"I'm terrible, aren't I?"
"Huh! You're wonderful, baby!"
"Love me?" she asked as they slid down onto the bed together.
He grinned. "Kind of late to ask that question, isn't it?" His grin softened. "Yeah, baby, I do love you."
"Mmmmmm," she purred pleasantly as their bodies fitted together and their lips joined in a kiss of love.
Their passion quickly lost its purity, turning to lust as their hands explored each other while their kiss deepened. His mouth moved to her breasts and kissed her nipples to ripe hardness again.
His hand moved between her legs and found her cunt.
"Ohhh, baby," he whispered, "I've found something nice."
"Mmmmmm, yes! You are a clever fellow, aren't you?"
His mumbled response was lost as his lips cruised downward over her flat belly. Her tummy fluttered and her pussy lips twitched as his tongue played in the curls high on her love mound.
He took in a deep, gasping breath of air, and she flushed with embarrassment, knowing he was smelling her. But his sigh of pleasure sent another thrill charging through her body. She spread her legs wider, letting him crawl between them.
"God, baby, you've got a pretty cunt!" he exclaimed, staring down at her revealed charms.
"What had you expected?" she asked, a pleased chuckle rippling her belly.
"It's beautiful," he said with a dreamy sigh. He felt like an expert, already having examined four other pussies in this, his first week of fucking. This was by far the prettiest, the sweetest smelling, the tastiest looking.
God! He was drooling!
As if in a trance, he cupped his hands around her ass cheeks and lifted her cunt toward his mouth.
Leena pushed back into the mattress and arched her crotch upward. This was too good to be true. He was going to kiss her pussy...maybe even eat it out.
"Oh, yes!" she groaned as his mouth opened to cover her pussy. "Eat me, Kevin! Oh, yes, darling! Eat my pussy!"
The words he had never expected to hear from his fianc' fired Kevin's imagination. His tongue lapped the length of her swollen labia, the tip stretching deep into the gap to spread the soft walls of her cunt apart. Her taste piqued his excitement. He pushed his tongue deeper and felt her cunt flesh spasm around it.
"Oh, Kevin!" she purred, grinding her hips into his face. "Do me, darling! Eat my cunt!"
Her lover was lost in a dream. Kevin's tongue robbed her fluids as it explored her inner surfaces. He marveled at the spongy texture and the erotic flavor. His tongue flicked against her clit. His third lover of the week had taken the time to explain that sensitive little bit of sensitive feminine flesh, and she had shown him just how to lick a lady's sex buzzer and drive her right out of her ever-loving skull.
Leena moaned, and her cunt jerked against him as he licked her clit. "Oh, God, Kevin!"
And then her hips jerked and she began coming.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried as the waves of excitement crashed over her. He heard her moans become more urgent, and her cunt began to quiver slightly.
Kevin's tongue drove her ecstasy until her quivering pussy settled and her knees dropped to the sides. As her moans died away, he licked up the last drops of moisture that oozed from her splayed sex. He slid over her and pressed his cock to her pussy.
"Mmmmmm, now you're going to fuck me," she breathed, coming back from her dream world to the excitement of reality.
"Don't worry," he gasped, plugging his swollen cockhead into the mouth of her gap. "I won't hurt you." His cock began slowly sliding into her.
A deep chuckle rumbled in her belly. What did he think she was, a virgin? Of course, he wouldn't hurt her. Her cunt had been well broken in-thanks to Ted!
She felt like a traitor to her fianc' as thoughts of the other man intruded once again, even in the middle of such a passionate moment. But it was impossible not to compare the two men-to think of the other man's accomplished fucking even while her lover's prick was pumping her loins. Kevin's crude cock strokes weren't nearly as smooth or skillful as Ted's. They didn't have that extra oomph! That twisting wiggle at the end that made his fucking so special.
Still, there was nothing wrong with the way Kevin fucked. His thick cock still stretched her clasping cunt walls, and his enthusiastic, amateurish lunges kept her big breasts rolling back and forth. With experience, the awkwardness of his technique would smooth out and he was sure to become an accomplished lover. After all, that was what she wanted, wasn't it? A husband who would discover the pleasures of sex with her rather than a jaded sex partner who had mastered those mysteries in the loins of a dozen other lovers?
The sawing friction heightened Leena's excitement, and she pushed her legs toward the ceiling and rolled her hips under him. She tried to forget the rest now, and concentrate on the movement of her lover's thick cockhead as it moved in her cunt. Their union was well-lubricated, and his thickness moved easily through her.
"Do you like fucking me?" she cooed, pleased to be giving him something that she was sure he had desired for a long time.
"Yeah!" he gasped, plunging into her. "I love fucking!"
"Me?" she coaxed.
"Anybody!" he exclaimed without realizing what he was saying. He drove deep into her split with a satisfying grunt.
His admission set her excitement back a notch. Of course, he wasn't a virgin. She wasn't; she shouldn't have expected him to be.
With the special edge taken off the wedding of their bodies, the fuck became just another fuck. A good fuck...but something short of perfection... something less than she had come to expect.
"Oh, God, baby!" he shouted. "I'm going to come!"
"Come, honey," she murmured, arching her hips off the bed and twisting her cunt around his prick, using techniques Ted had taught her to wring the maximum pleasure from a man's orgasm.
"I'm coming!"
Kevin's cock swelled and blasted its charge deep in her cunt. Leena felt the spurts, but they left her cold. She blamed herself, not him. She shouldn't have let her mind wander. She shouldn't have been thinking of another man while the man she loved and was going to marry was fucking her.
When his hips stopped their jerking, she unlocked her ankles from behind his back and let him sag down on top of her.
"Wasn't that the greatest?" he asked, panting.
"Yes." She hugged him, hiding her face so that he couldn't see she was lying. "It's always best with someone you love."
"Yeah, I guess."
So he didn't believe that, either.
They lay in each other's arms while he caught his breath, recovering from his climax. She wondered whether he would lie with her all night or leave her alone with her tortured thoughts. Neither prospect was appealing.
He nuzzled her neck and slipped a hand around her ass cheek.
"I'd like to fuck you again," he whispered.
"Tonight?" she responded without enthusiasm.
"Why not?" he joked. "We already have our clothes off."
His finger poked her asshole and made her hips arch against him. "I want to fuck you right there."
"No, Kevin."
"-in the ass."
"Please-"
"Come on, baby," he wheedled. "You weren't a virgin between the legs, were you? Huh?" She didn't reply.
"But I'll bet you're a virgin here!" He laughed as his finger pushed an inch deep into her tight rectum.
"Please, Kevin, don't-"
"C'mon, baby... "
It was guilt that allowed her to let him roll her over. She stared at the ring on her finger as she drew her knees up and pushed her bottom into the air. The expensive diamond sparkled. The silly fool had expected a virgin.
"God, that's a pretty ass," he said, running his hands over her softly firm ass cheeks and pulled them apart.
She could just imagine the sight she presented with the wrinkled brown bud of her rectum so crudely exposed. She tried to calm herself as his fingers teased the tightly puckered opening. Hadn't this been something she had secretly desired? Something she had practically begged Ted to give her?
But this wasn't Ted...
"Will it hurt?" she asked.
"I don't know. I've never done this before."
"I think you need to make it really, really slick."
"Yeah," he said, wiping the leftover juices from their fuck evenly over his stretched prick. He spit in his palm, adding saliva as a lubricant the way he remembered his fourth love of the week doing, so she could stroke his otherwise dry dick smoothly and make it splatter cum in her face.
"Okay, baby," he said when his cock was glistening wet and shiny from its tip to his balls. "I'm ready. Spread your cheeks."
Leena pressed her face to the mattress and reached up and spread her ass cheeks.
"Oooooh!" she gasped, feeling a pressure wedge open her asshole. But it was only a finger, pushing in to make the tight walls slick. Her tension eased, and her excitement built. Just a little.
And then, it was the real thing. The swollen head of his cock pressed against her tight asshole, wiggled, then entered her with a sudden pop.
"Aaarghhhh! That's it!" he shouted gleefully. "I'm in! I'm fucking a woman's asshole!"
Her mind recorded his words to retain them forever. A woman. Not Leena, not lover, not darling, honey, baby-but a woman. And she knew exactly how he felt. Because he was simply a man with his cock stuck in her ass. This isn't Ted.
"Unnnhhh! God, you're tight, baby," he hissed as his short jabs gradually lengthened until his cock was completely filling her ass canal. "God, that's tight!"
His cock began working, slowly stroking her anal chamber. Leena enjoyed having her ass stuffed, feeling mounting excitement. Kevin worked faster as his oozing cock lubricated her, and his hips banged against her ass and rocked her.
"Oh, baby, this is good! Oh, baby!"
It didn't take long before he let out a shout and cum began to spurt into her rectum and run from her asshole. Then his climax crested and faded, and his prick pulled from her and he fell down beside her in exhaustion.
Leena stared at his flushed face. He had achieved his satisfaction, but she'd only gotten started. She looked at the ring on her finger and turned the stone palmward so she didn't have to look at its bright, mocking beams.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ted never should have listened to his ex-wife. The evening had been a disaster. Her idea of having an evening out with the engaged couple seemed innocent enough, but he-of all people-should have known better than to trust her. Her intentions all evening had been thinly veiled, and now, with them sitting directly across from Kevin and Leena, her flirting looks at the rich, handsome, engaged bachelor were impossible to ignore.
Only the rich bachelor himself seemed to be ignorant of her intentions. He was obviously too enthralled with her to notice much of anything else.
Leena stared across the table, piercing Ted with an accusing glare. He shrugged and nodded toward Mandy, trying to put the blame where it belonged.
"Kevin, darling," Mandy said sympathetically, "you look bored."
"Tame your heels," Ted said under his breath. "Leena's taking care of him."
"Not very well, I'd say," her tinkling laughter mocking the strained atmosphere at the table.
"Kevin enjoys intellectual stimulation," Leena said defensively.
"Nonsense. Men like to have their senses stimulated. It's called the mating instinct, darling. Perhaps I can help you."
"How," asked Leena, eyeing her with the same attention she would give to a rattling snake.
"Why don't I relieve you of the responsibility for an evening?" She gave the enamored bachelor a teasing look. "Would you like for me to entertain you for a while, Kevin, darling?"
"Well, I, ah-"
"We could swap partners," the woman said, her gaze hardening as she looked at Leena.
Leena's heart fluttered and she reddened slightly as she glanced over at Ted, who had apparently been caught off guard, too, by the suggestion. "I suppose that would have to be up to Kevin," she replied cautiously.
"Come along," Mandy said, snapping her fingers as she reached across the table for the bewildered man's hand. "Let's dance."
Ted and Leena followed their lead, and he held her close at the edge of the dance floor, doing a slow step that was completely out of pace with the other dancing couples.
"What's going on?" Leena asked.
"The bitch has her eyes on your fianc'," she said angrily. "She's trying to seduce him."
"Oh."
"You don't mind?"
"I suppose I should," she said, happy to be snug in the arms of the man she was with. "But Kevin's free to do as he pleases."
"And so are you?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"So am I...and right now, I would like very much to go home with you."
"Why?" he teased.
"Because I want you to fuck me."
"You don't mind if my ex-wife fucks your fianc'?"
"Not in the least."
"Then I don't see any problem," he said, glancing over her shoulder and watching their partners already heading for the door.
It had been a while since she had been in Ted's apartment. Too long. For a while-for almost a month-Ted's place had been almost like a second home to her. But for the past few weeks, since she had first let him fuck her, Kevin had almost camped out on her doorstep. She had never met a man who had been turned on to cunt so. It was almost an obsession with him.
She couldn't wait until she was married. Once she had him safely snared, she could take a lover. And he could chase after every round-heeled piece of pussy he saw. She simply didn't care anymore. The man she cared about stood before her now.
"You don't love Kevin, do you?" he asked, as if he were reading her mind.
"No. Not any longer."
"Why? Because of us? Me?"
"No. It passed before you came along."
"Leaving you ripe and ready?" He chuckled.
"Maybe."
"Would you marry me if he broke your engagement."
"Yes."
"I don't have any money."
"That matters to my parents. Not me."
"Why don't you break the engagement?"
"I can't. It has nothing to do with love-it's a family thing."
"Would you, if I asked you?" he said, staring at her intently.
"If you asked me...I would do anything."
"Then take off your clothes," he said, licking his lips as his gaze ran up and down her body. His eyes lingered over the big, thrusting mounds of her tits, then moved down to peer at her dimpled knees, framed by the edge of her short skirt. "I can't wait to crawl between those legs. I want to fuck you."
The thick bulge in his trousers had already told her that much, and she was as eager as he was to have that big, meaty cock out and thrusting inside her pussy.
"Kiss me first."
He pulled her to him and pressed his mouth firmly to hers.
"Mmmmm...lie to me...tell me you love me."
"Maybe it wouldn't be a lie."
His words thrilled her, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth, sliding it over the top of his. They tongue-kissed, their bodies conveying their emotions more strongly than words.
The arousal was deliciously slow, but insistent, growing as they pressed tightly together. She squirmed, deliberately rubbing her big tits into his muscular chest
He began to unbutton her blouse.
When they were naked, she turned to him and asked, "Shall we go into the bedroom?"
"No. Right here, on the floor."
His kinky proposal sent a quiver of excitement racing through her. "We'll stain the carpet," she said.
"It's a man's apartment," he countered. "The rug is supposed to be dirty."
She watched the movement of his cock as he settled beside her on the floor, right next to the couch. Its bouncing was a distraction from the flexing of his chest muscles and the rippling of his washboard-flat belly with the deep, dark pit of his masculine navel-that part of him that always seemed to collect a little piece of cottony fluff that she just loved to lick away with the tip of her tongue.
"Your cock is bigger than Kevin's," she said as she reached out to give his swollen prick a squeeze, hoping that he didn't mind the comparison.
"And your pussy is more lovely than Mandy's," he said, returning the compliment in like fashion. He ran his hands over her tits and down to her cunt.
"I love the way it squeezes my prick."
"She looks like she would be a real sexy woman with her clothes off."
"She is."
"And I'll bet she's a good fuck."
"That, too."
"Do you fuck her...regularly?"
"Every couple of weeks." He looked into her eyes, his expression serious. "And I plan to continue doing it, as long as she lets me."
"What if you...get married again?"
"I'd never marry anyone who didn't allow me that freedom." He sat up and ran his hands through his hair. She recognized a nervousness about him as he reached into his heart in an effort to explain himself to her. "The failure of my marriage has shown me that love and sex don't necessarily go hand and hand. There's no reason you can't enjoy a game of tennis with a neighbor's wife with no strings attached-so why not a good, rollicking round in bed?"
"Sort of like us," she said quietly. "No strings attached."
"Sort of like us," he affirmed. "The thought horrifies your little Puritan soul doesn't it?"
"It doesn't shock me at all. And as for my little Puritan soul, some big lunk has trampled all over it and changed it. I wouldn't mind that arrangement at all-as long as I had the same privileges. And as long as my husband told me all about his adventures and brought home all the neat tricks he learned from his sexy tennis partners and showed them to me."
Ted laughed and pulled the naked woman into his lap. "God, Leena! You're too much!"
He caught her tit in his palm as she ran her fingers through his chest hair and applied wet kisses to his broad shoulders.
"You love me, Leena," he said quietly. "Don't you?"
"Yes, I do," she said, feeling more at ease now that she had finally admitted aloud the emotions that had been filling her with guilt for so long. "And now, would you quit talking so much, darling," she said, her tits trembling in his hands, "and fuck the sweet bejesus out of me?"
He grinned at her. "You want me to show you some of the new tricks I learned?"
"From that man-stealing bitch of your ex-wife?"
"From her mother."
"Oh, God!" Her hand was fondling his hard cock, feeling its strong pulse. "You've fucked her, too?"
He muttered an affirmative, letting her hold onto his prick while he twisted and spread her legs wide.
While she stroked his meaty hardness, he worked a pair of fingers deep into her cunt.
"You're a nasty man," she said, groaning with delight as he finger-fucked her wet pussy. "You're a mother-fucker."
"I ought to wash out your mouth with cum for using that filthy word."
"Why don't you just do that!" she challenged.
"Don't worry." He chuckled. "I will."
The juices were streaming from Leena's cunthole, encouraged by Ted's jerking fingers. The wet sounds were exciting, and the woman's fingers tightened around her lover's big cock. It pulsed warmly in her palm and her pussy responded with exciting little twitches of its own.
Ted's head moved down to her breasts, and he rubbed his cheeks against the fleshy mounds. He licked and sucked her nipples until they were bursting with excitement.
She squirmed restlessly, her arousal almost complete as she reacted strongly to double stimulation. And his cock was hard with a copious flow of juices seeping from its weeping eye.
"I want to suck it," she whispered harshly and moaned as she twisted over his body to get closer to his love pole.
"Sure, baby," he responded hoarsely. "Suck it."
She marveled at the strength of the stiff staff in her hand as she eyed it, moving her mouth close and blowing a hot breath of air across it that made the tip twitch. She kissed it and licked the cap until it was shiny with saliva.
Her tight fist worked the lower half while her lips opened to draw in the top part. She sucked gently, thrilling as her cheeks hollowed around the thick length of man meat that filled her mouth.
He groaned and pushed upward, driving his prick tip against the back of her throat.
"Mmmmmfff!"
She kept her mouth tight on his cock while Ted pulled her hips toward her face. Her thrill intensified when she felt the warm lash of his tongue against her cunt lips. He licked her gap thoroughly before pushing into her yearning hole. She tensed when his tongue swirled around her clit.
Her head spun. She was lost in the sensations as they lifted each other to the peak of excitement with their mouths and tongues. With a sudden shout, he pulled away from her legs and withdrew his cock from her mouth. He twisted onto his back with his legs splayed and his cock thrusting toward the ceiling.
"Do me!" he exclaimed. "Climb on, baby, and fuck your heart out."
His demands thrilled her. She straddled his thighs facing him and moved close to his prick. Her hands clutched it, stroked it, and held it in position as she rose on her knees above it. Then her cunt lips were wiggling around its fat head and they swallowed the throbbing stiffness as she settled back down on his lap.
"Ohhh, baby!" Ted gasped, and his hips tried to follow as she rose upward again. He reached out to grasp her tits and squeeze the soft flesh. "You're so fucking good!"
"Even better than your ex-wife's mother?" she teased, her flexing thighs establishing a steady rhythm.
"Even better than anybody!"
"Hmm," she purred. She liked the sound of that. And she liked the feel of his hands fondling her tits while she fucked his big pole.
Their sexy banter turned into grunts and groans as she continued sliding up and down his slick fuck pole. She sawed up and down and twisted around it while his breathing changed to ragged gasps.
"Oooohhhhh, baby!" he shouted, bucking his hips against her strokes. "I'm going to do it! I'm going to come!"
"Yes!" she cried. "Come!"
An instant later, Leena felt his cock swell in her pussy. It recoiled, then stretched forward, releasing a blast of cum that warmed her womb. Her pussy responded with a spasm of its own, convulsing around the spouting prick, trying to clutch it tightly. Her body echoed his orgasm, and the pair thrilled together as their spirits soared, buffeted by billows of pleasure.
"God, Leena," Ted moaned as they lay together with their mixed juices seeping from her cunt and cooling on her thigh. "Each fuck is better than the last. Is it you or is it me?"
"Maybe it's both of us. Together."
"Maybe," he said thoughtfully, his hands running over her body, possessing it, as they lay side by side. "Maybe."
"You told me you were going to show me a new trick," she cooed. "Something some old lady taught you."
"Hey! I don't fuck old ladies! The lady in question was a woman of maturity-a sexy, swinging chick, only in her forties."
"Same difference."
"Enough of your disrespect, young lady. Up on your knees!"
Leena shivered with excitement as she got up on all fours. He had fucked her doggy-style before, but never on the solid, unrelenting surface of the floor. She couldn't wait to feel his hips banging her ass, his balls slapping against her.
"That's a pretty butt you have there," he said with a lusty chuckle.
"If you like it so much," she said, giving her bottom a teasing wiggle, "why don't you fuck it?"
"That's exactly what I had in mind," he said, giving her ass a slap that made the tender flesh tingle and smart. "You teasing little bitch!"
"Y-you're going to fuck me? In the ass?"
"You asked for it," he said, running his hands between her bottom cheeks and fingering her asshole.
A keen thrill swept her. Her asshole twitched as he poked it, and she was filled with a desire that was completely un-like any she'd ever experienced.
"Please, Ted," she gasped as she felt the knob of his cock replace his finger at the door of her rectum. "Be careful." But, of course, she didn't have to tell him that-"Aaaahhh!"
"Mmmmmfffff!"
"Owwwww!"
The entrance of his cockhead was smooth and painless, and he skillfully greased her anal tube with short jabs that moved farther into her bowels with each stroke. "Ohhhh, Ted! I love it!" she yelped. "Fuck my tight asshole! Fuck me blind!"
"Don't worry, baby, I will."
"Yes, yes! I want to try everything!"
"You're a greedy nymph," he chortled.
"Yes! Yes! I'm a greedy nymph!"
Ted got a tight grip on her soft ass cheeks and held her in place as his huge cock fought against the tight grip of her ass muscles. "Shit, babe! Your ass is so tight, it feels like I'm fucking a virgin."
He almost was-his prick was longer than Kevin's and he was certainly getting into some uncharted territory. Her vacant cunt drooled enviously as his cock stroked her ass. She felt stuffed, skewered and roasting pleasantly with a fire heating her.
"Fuck me, sweetheart," she whimpered. "Fuck my ass! Oh, my God! It feels so good!"
Grunting and panting, Ted worked his prick in and out of her asshole at a steadily increasing pace as his juices eased the union. Faster. Harder. She rocked forward, pivoting on her hips and arms, with each thrust, then swung back, following his cock, as it withdrew. Holding tight to her ass cheeks, he was soon fucking her asshole with all the power he could master.
"Unnhhhhh!" Leena groaned with each stroke. "Unnhhhhh!" She pressed a hand between her legs to rub her clit, and his balls slapped against it with each inward thrust.
"Can you...come...this way?" he asked her, panting with the effort of his strokes.
"Ohhh, yes, honey! I can't wait!"
Her excitement was far greater than it had been when Kevin had ass-fucked her. The man made all the difference in the world. It was a simple truism that she had been brought up to believe all her life, but no other experience had ever demonstrated it so clearly. There was a chemistry between her and Ted, something that worked that was missing with Kevin.
"Yes, yes!" she cried, wiggling and twisting her ass around his long, hard prick. "Let it go, Ted, darling! Come in my ass!"
He grunted in response to her excited pleas. His fuck staff worked like a piston, fucking her hot butt while she wailed and squirmed.
"Fuck, baby! Here it comes! I'm going to come in your pretty ass, baby-I'm gonna come in your butt! Oooooh, now!"
"Yes!" she cried, mangling her clit with her fist. "Yes!"
He clenched his teeth as his cock jerked and released a stream of hot jism into Leena's cunt.
The woman's face twisted into a shout as another powerful orgasm crashed over her body. Her twitching pussy lips were the evidence of her climax, and a stream of warm juices oozed out and ran down her leg.
"Oh, that's good!" she wailed, moaning over and over as his ass-pounding prick flooded her with spunk, nourishing the thundering waves of orgasm that washed over her.
When their bodies separated and fell to the floor, he folded her in his arms so that they could share the sweet afterglow. It was a pleasant, thoughtful habit he had-one that she had come to expect and enjoy after a good, pounding fuck.
There was a depth of feeling that bound them that was beyond explanation. For the first time in her life, Leena realized the true meaning of that word she had used so casually before. Love!
The trouble was, she was in love with the wrong man.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mandy studied the man beside her as he followed her directions, guiding the car through the light, late evening traffic toward her apartment. She was pleased with herself. It had been easier than she had expected, stealing this rich plum away from his intended bride.
Of course, the other woman had ended up with the better man. Although Kevin was virile enough and well on the road to becoming a skilled lover, Ted was a natural. If she had to settle for one man, he would certainly be her first choice.
But Mandy had learned that stiff pricks were easy to come by for an attractive woman like her. Other things took a little more concentrated effort. like fat wallets.
"Turn left here," she said, directing him into the parking area for her apartment. Her hand drifted across his muscled thigh. "Are you glad I rescued you from another stuffy evening with your fianc'?"
"Leena's not so bad."
Mandy noted the doubt in his voice. "I suppose she is attractive."
"She's in pretty good shape."
"Sexy?" Mandy prompted, her fingers floating over the big lump between his legs and giving it a squeeze. "like me?"
"No," he grinned, pulling the car to a stop and leaning back to let himself respond to her provocation. "She's not at all like you." His mind went back to Leena's dull response to his ass-fucking. "Actually, she's kind of prissy."
"What can you expect from a society woman?" she said with a sneer. "But I don't suppose you're marrying her for that."
"No. This is something that has been planned by our parents since we were kids."
"And you don't mind?"
He shrugged. "It's a good combination." He stared downward in the darkness, unable to see Mandy's fingers as they unzipped his trousers. "Besides, I can always play around on the side," he said, thinking of all the success with women he had already had.
"How about her?"
"Leena?" Kevin laughed. "You know, I don't think she really-likes sex."
"Hmm." Silly man! Mandy thought, pulling his hard-on from his pants.
"Damn!" he muttered, excited by the feel of her fingers tracing the outline of his cock through the stretched cotton of his shorts.
The feel of a man's cock always sent tingles through her. "Honey," she panted. "I want to suck your cock."
Kevin choked. "Right here?"
"Why not?" she cooed.
Why not, indeed? There certainly wasn't anything prissy about this woman, Kevin thought lifting his hips so that she could strip his trousers and his shorts all the way down to his knees. The cool air rose goose bumps on the flesh of his thighs as they were exposed, but it had no effect on his hot, stiff cock.
Kevin caught his breath as her hand wrapped around his hot dick. Her fingertips tickled as they walked along its underside and aroused and squeezed his balls. And then her warm breath was bathing his prick. He jerked upward when she tongued its swollen head.
"Oh, God!" he groaned.
"Mmmmm, good," she murmured, teasing his testicles with her fingers while her tongue swirled around his instrument, making the taut skin slick with saliva.
His eyes rolled and he sifted his fingers through Mandy's hair as she sucked his rigid cock into her mouth. Ohhhhhh, it felt good! Her restless tongue sent shivers up and down his spine as she alternated her sucks with tongue sweeps that tickled his cock from end to end.
He groaned and rocked under her tongue-lashing. He stroked her back with his hand, hating the clothing that prevented his complete enjoyment of her.
She cooed happily, turned on by the sweaty smell that rose from his heated balls as her tongue flicked over them. Her cheeks brushed his thighs as she sucked his balls into her mouth, one at a time, and swished his hard nuts back and forth with her tongue.
She liked Kevin's cock. There was a sophisticated grace about its chiseled lines, and she liked the way his gentlemanly restraint gradually faded, no match for her masterful labors. Its heavy throb was an exciting reward for her efforts, but it only piqued her appetite for the cum feast that would soon follow.
Ahhhhh, yes . . .so nice.
His hard body shook and his breath quickened.
Kevin had to fight to hold back his urge to come. There was no way he was going to let this end so quickly; it was too fucking good! Ohhhhhh! What a cocksucker! If only his fianc' could let herself go in such unrestrained enjoyment of a man-God, wouldn't that be wonderful? Wouldn't it be great to be married to a woman like this? What an idiot her husband must have been to have divorced her! A cold fish, no doubt. It was no wonder he and Leena hit it off so well.
Mandy would have been intrigued had she been able to read Kevin's thoughts. But with her mouth twisting around his cock, her own sanity left her, and her mind focused totally on the hard cock she was sucking and the sac full of cum she was fingering. She had a simple task, raise the temperature of that cum from simmering to boiling so that it would shoot through that fleshy tube and spew the liquid fire into her belly. Yes, it was a simple task, one she thoroughly enjoyed doing.
"Uh, baby...I'm-oh, yes! I'm going to comeaaaahhh... "
He sucked in his stomach; his leg muscles tightened; his eyes closed and his throat opened in a cry of excitement.
"Aieeeee!"
His cock spit a glob of hot semen that stretched her cheeks.
"Aaarrrghhhh!"
She gasped and sucked as his creamy discharge fed her hunger. One...two...three...and a fourth powerful spasm. Then, the stream dribbled to nothingness. It seemed like more, the effect so overwhelming, but it was over in seconds. An instant of pleasure, but one so intense it would remain in their minds until supplanted by stronger sensations of excitement.
She lay with her head in his lap while he recovered. The wild pounding of his heart eased as his breathing returned to normal. She couldn't see his cock in the darkness, but she could feel its warmth against her cheek. She rubbed her face against it, rolling it between her cheek and his legs, and it quickly returned to a state of semi-hardness. Semi-readiness.
Kevin released her head with a sigh, and she sat up.
"Wow! That was a good one!" he muttered admiringly. "Baby, you are one hell of a good cocksucker!"
"Is that all you like about me?" she coaxed, rubbing her breasts against his arm.
He chuckled. "No, I like your tits, too."
"Is that all?"
"Your cunt," he murmured, slipping a hand down to run over her thigh and settle in her lap where she was warm.
"What else?" she wheedled, gently pumping his cock with her fist.
He groaned, and his hips twisted. "God, Mandy! I love fucking you!"
"Now that you mention it," she purred, her voice sexily soft, "I enjoy fucking you." The sound of the snap as she unfastened her skirt was loud in the silence of the car. "Help me," she pleaded, working to wriggle out of her skirt.
"Right here? Right now?" he asked, eagerly stripping away her panties.
"Why not, hon? When you have an itch-"
"-you scratch it," he finished for her with a hearty chuckle. His fingers found the furry place between her legs in the darkness. "Damn!"
God, the woman was exciting! Even in his fantasies he had never dreamed of such uninhibited surrender to sensual pleasure. It flew right in the face of everything he had ever been taught. And why shouldn't he indulge? He had enough money to do anything he damn well pleased! And right now, he damn well pleased fucking this insatiable woman right here in the shadows of the parking lot of her apartment.
"Move over here, stud," she coaxed, moving back so that he could edge out from under the steering wheel and lift her onto his lap. They both let out a sigh as their bodies, both bared from the waist down, nested together. The smooth cheeks of her ass were warm in his lap, and he slipped a hand around her sleek legs to pull them tight against his hairy thighs. His cock had sprung to hardness, and her moist cunt wiggled around it.
"Little Missy is happy to see Mister," she jested, rubbing her juicy cunt lips up and down his rigid spike.
"Little Missy is drooling."
"Hmm, yes. She's a nasty little thing, isn't she?"
The silken hair on her cunt mound meshed with his wiry cock curls. His crotch came alive with tiny, electric thrills, and the teasing wet friction made her cunt lips tingle with anticipation.
"Gotcha!" she announced as her pink lips widened and slid over his spike.
Kevin groaned, feeling her warm flesh snuggle around his stretched length, engulfing it completely. He lifted her bottom and thrilled as she settled down on him again.
"Let me do it, hon," she whispered, rising on his pole and pressing her tits to his face.
"Sure, babe." His reply was lost, smothered between the mounds of her tits that completely surrounded his face. The material that covered the firm peaks was smooth and soft against his cheeks, and her heat released the delicate aroma of a perfume that was sensual enough to arouse the prurient interest of a eunuch.
His hands moved up and down her back, under her sweater, stroking her smooth skin. He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts so that they could move against his cheeks. She cooed and moaned, teasing his ears with her fingertips while she fucked him with a steady rhythm.
His head began to spin, his mind reeling from the mixed sensations: the exotic perfumed smell of her arousal; the greedy, girlish, sucking sound of her cunt stroking his prick; the silky feel of his skin under his fingertips and her firm breast flesh cuddling his face. Her motion sped up, and his heart thudded with each hammering thrust of her hips.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she cried, loud enough for an observer to hear. But there was no one to hear their sobbed passion; the parking area was empty. "Yes! Yes!" she hissed excitedly, bobbing rapidly in his lap.
Either she got tighter, or his cock expanded, because her cunt clung to him like a glove, wringing the life out of his dick. Her cunt left it with reluctance, almost turning itself inside out before slamming back down to possess the throbbing staff again.
The wet sounds from her pussy sucking on his cock and her ass smacking into her lap got louder and louder. She was humping in a frenzy, her consciousness locked on the rising pleasure from the fuck. She wiggled against him on the downstroke, rubbing her clit into the hard, juice-slick base of his cock.
It gave her added excitement to be doing it right out in the open, in a public place, where someone could catch them at any time. Her pussy strokes became faster...more furious.
"Come!" she sobbed. "Come, damn you! Come!"
Kevin's cock needed no more encouragement. He gasped and pulled her tight, trying to still the twinges, trying to delay the climax that would end it all. But it was no use. He sucked her tit through the material of her top to keep from crying out as his rigid dick began spurting, sending hot cum surging through her insides.
"Ohhhh!" she shouted. "Ohhhhh!" Her body stiffened as her cunt pulsed and set off her own powerful orgasm. She went out of control, twisting in his lap, screaming out her excitement.
It was only a moment, but it was an eternity of pleasure before her body collapsed in his embrace.
The silent darkness was suddenly broken by the sound of an angry voice shouting, "Would you goddamn people hold it down out there! Go fuck some place else!"
Kevin and Mandy broke into laughter as a window slammed shut.
It was late, well past midnight. Kevin couldn't remember the last time he had spent a night away from his own home. He had certainly never spent the night in a woman's apartment. It gave him an uneasy feeling, a sense of being trapped, of being completely dominated by the sexy creature who was his hostess.
But, of course, that was silly. Kevin was nobody's pawn-certainly not a woman's. He had enough money to buy this woman if he wanted. But that wasn't his style. The very idea of paying for sex was repulsive to him. Sex, though, was a very high priority on his mind this night. Especially so when he saw Mandy return to the living room with coffee for them both. She wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.
"I hope you don't mind," she said, her tits bouncing delightfully with each barefoot step she took. "I could put on a robe if you like."
"Mind?" He licked his lips as he stared at her tits, and then his gaze slid downward over the full length of her ripe body. He shifted on the sofa to make room for his cock as it stiffened inside his pants.
She stood, confident in her nudity. She had her imperfections, but from the look of appreciation in his eyes, it was obvious he wasn't seeing them.
She looked at him with concern. "You look tired, hon," she said with a gleam in her eye as she took a sip of her coffee, "and horny." He grunted.
"Doesn't that woman of yours take care of you?"
"Leena's all right," he said, watching as she slinked closer to him.
"She's just not as hot-blooded as you...and me."
"She'll make a good mother," he said defensively.
"There's always that, I suppose," she said, moving behind him and gripping his shoulders.
Dropping his head back so that he could see her standing behind him, he said good-naturedly, "I can't quite see you in that capacity."
"Nor I."
"Children are very important in our family," he mused.
"If I had your money, I'd simply hire a nanny," she said.
"That would work," he said thoughtfully.
"Lean back, hon," she cooed, digging her fingers into his flesh. "Let me relax you."
He groaned, enjoying her touch. But the massage was far from relaxing. Her fingers slipped into his shirt and wound into the thicket of kinky curls that covered his chest. Her fingertips teased his nipples and his breathing deepened as her touch made them turn hard.
"You look so elegant in your clothes," she said, undoing the buttons of his shirt, "that a woman would never expect you to be so hairy and rugged underneath."
Kevin gulped. He leaned back, cradling his head between her tits while she undid his clothing, yielding himself to her will. Her breasts were soft and warm against his neck, and he turned his head and sucked in a nipple. It was already hard, sharp, and tasty.
"Mmmmm... " she said, moving back around to settle in his lap. Her fingers returned again to run through the hair on his chest and her mouth dipped now, to lick the tiny, tight buds of his masculine nipples. "You're the kind of man who needs sex, aren't you, hon?"
He gulped. "Yes, I believe I am."
"Haven't you discussed your problem with this Leena person you're going with?"
"We've...made love."
His defense of his fianc' was weakening, and her subtle slur had completely slipped by him. She wiggled her tits against his chest, taking advantage as he made mental comparisons. The stakes were too high to fight this fight cleanly.
Besides, she did like Kevin. The fact that he was richer than her wildest dreams was simply frosting on the cake.
She wriggled in his lap, and he gripped her naked legs to hold her still.
"Don't, baby...I'm so hard and hot right now that I could come...in my pants."
"Well, we can certainly do something about that problem."
She twisted around to straddle his thighs, with her butt on his knees, and reached for his zipper. His cock sprang out, a huge, purple-mottled spike. A thrill shot through Mandy at the sight, and she pushed forward to press the wet gap of her cunt against his stiff shaft.
"Now, honey," she teased, devouring his cock with a single hitch of her cunt, "is that better?"
"Ohhh-damn!"
"Fuck is the word," she said, snuggling him tightly. "Fuck! Say it-oh, fuck."
"Oh, fuck!" he groaned.
"That's better, hon." She began humping, her slick pussy riding smoothly along his stiff cock. "Just let yourself go."
Kevin did just that, going wild, driving upward to spear her plunging pussy with fevered lunges. He could let himself go with this wild, wicked woman. If he had to choose just one from all the others he had fucked-just one fuck partner for life-it would have to be this one. Even over his own fianc'.
There was something about his enthusiasm that told her she had won. She had him! The excitement rose in her as her butt smacked against his thighs. His cock swelling inside her was so big, so tight, that it felt as if it were a part of her own body.
"Fuck me, honey!" she cried, her pussy oozing hot juices that soaked the hair on his belly and ran down between his legs to stain the sofa. But no matter-the damn furniture in her apartment reeked of fuck juices on a warm day. It was a powerful aphrodisiac, an erotic scent no money could buy. "Fuck me!"
She shoved her tits into his face. He gobbled her nipples. Mandy moaned encouragement while the friction of her slick cunt lips sliding on his stiff cock drove them both into a frenzy.
"Oh, God! Ohhh! Ohhhh!" A shattering orgasm suddenly overpowered her, and her body twisted and jerked in ecstasy.
She was so lost in her own dream that she had no conscious awareness of being flooded by the outpouring of her fuck partner's climax. But the rush of warm cum sealed their union and bound their spirits.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Leena shielded her eyes from the sun, but the dazzling waters of the Caribbean were still so bright that she had to squint to make out the trio of figures that were frolicking in the waters just a few feet offshore. The pregnant shape of Virgin Gorda-the "fat virgin," as Columbus had named the small, green island-rose a mile behind them. Their own island playground was smaller yet, and the tiny boat that had brought them there for the day, beached a hundred yards away, was the assurance of their privacy.
The figures were just dark silhouettes: two men and a woman. One was her husband, but it was only a sixth sense, a familiarity with his movements, that allowed her to pick him out as the dark figure on the right.
A water fight was going on, and the shouts that echoed back to shore made Leena smile. The poor woman out there didn't stand a chance against two such strongly masculine personalities. One seemed to have been born that way; the other was just finding himself.
The laughing threesome started making their way back to the beach. Leena had a brief pang of envy for the woman who seemed happily unaware of the powerful arms that gripped her from both sides. She wished she could be as at ease with her lusts and her femininity as Mandy. Leena's puritanical upbringing may have faded, but it hadn't completely disappeared. She still felt a little uncomfortable being naked around another couple-even if they were such good friends. At the same time, it gave her a naughty little thrill.
As the three naked bathers came closer, it became possible to make out their features and contrast the soft lines of Mandy's bouncing, voluptuous body with the sexy males on each side of her, their cocks swinging as they waded ashore. One cock was probably bigger than the other. It was fun to try to compare them, but it was really hard to tell which was the most impressive. Of course, she selected her own husband's, but that was more out of loyalty than anything else. Naturally, he was the better fuck of the two.
"Did she get you all worked up out there?" Leena teased, tossing him a towel as he separated himself from the others and came to her.
"What does it look like?" he asked, inviting her attention to his dancing prick as he toweled himself dry.
"Mmmmm," she said with a grin. Making sure his position shielded her from the view of the other couple, she reached up to run her fingers through his cock hair and gave his dick a possessive squeeze. "It doesn't look any worse for the wear."
"She's not the one who's wearing it out," he said, laughing as he flopped down beside her. He pulled her into the embrace of his heavily muscled arms. Their naked bodies nested perfectly, his hard lines fitting right into her soft, curved hollows.
"Please, darling," she protested primly. "They'll see us!"
"Do you really think so?" His sideways glance directed her attention over to where Kevin and Mandy stood kissing, mindless of their own presence.
Their naked bodies molded beautifully into one. Kevin's leg was wedged between Mandy's, and she was shamelessly rubbing her mound against his thigh. There was nothing wrong with it, Leena told herself, nothing wrong with the way their mouths pressed together and their tongues entwined. There was nothing wrong with the satisfied groan of a husband arousing his own wife, or the mewling evidence of her own pleasure.
Leena watched Mandy's hand go down to Kevin's cock and balls, and she remembered the feel of it in her own hands. It was obviously heavy, and it was getting harder every moment. Mandy's hand caressed his balls, then wrapped around his hardening shaft and began to stroke it. Their kiss suffered no interruption, nor did they seem inhibited in any way by the presence of Leena and her own husband. Ted.
The double wedding had set the society world on its ear. No one had expected it, and Leena couldn't believe the hateful criticism that had come from people who had no business in such a personal matter. Half the town seemed to be sure the two couples were sharing beds.
Well, that hadn't happened. Not yet.
Kevin's heavy groans pulled Leena's attention back to the scene unfolding before her eyes, like a late-night entertainment in an after-hours sex club. But this was right out in the open on an island in the Caribbean. A secluded place-a private preserve for the two newly-wed couples, alone.
"Oh, yeah," Kevin grunted heavily, thrusting his cock hard into his wife's clasping fist. "Do it, babe! Do it!"
Leena couldn't help herself. Her hand shaking, she reached for her own husband's cock. Oooh, it was nice! Swollen and hard now, it throbbed in her grip-
"It looks like they're going to get it on," Ted said with a chuckle. "You want to watch?"
"Let's!" she exclaimed, shivering with excitement. She had never seen another couple fuck before and anything seemed to go on this deserted island. Anything at all.
"Maybe we can even join them."
"And later," she teased, reading his mind, "I suppose you'll be wanting to switch partners?"
He grinned at her. "If you don't mind."
How could she refuse such a disarming smile?
Or the coaxing demands of such strongly masculine lips? How could she ever refuse him anything at all?
"I don't mind," she agreed. "I don't mind at all."
"Mmmmmm, I love you, baby," Ted whispered into her mouth. She pumped his dick gently with her fist while they kissed.
"And I love you," she returned.
And I love your dick. And I like that one over there, too. And maybe some others I haven't even seen yet.
God, it was great being married!
"Ohhhhh... " she moaned as her pussy tightened. It seemed like a quick arousal, but actually she had been simmering for the past hour. The soft folds between her legs had become damp, and her clit twitched.
Leena's throat went dry as she stared over Ted's shoulder at Kevin's hairy balls bulging beneath Mandy's cock-stroking hand. The head of his dick was a deep red, threatening to explode at any time.
But Mandy wasn't ready to let him come just yet. She dropped to her knees and brought her face level with his cock. He pressed forward, and his shiny cockhead pushed against her lips, then slid across her tongue and into her mouth.
Kevin groaned hoarsely and caught a handful of the shoulder-length hair that had fallen around her face. "God, baby! Suck my cock! Tongue it, lick my balls! Make me come, baby! Make your new husband come!" He threw his head back again with a lusty shout that shattered the quiet island stillness.
Leena grew faint as she watched her former fianc''s cock thrust into the other woman's mouth. Mandy's fingertips dug into his ass cheeks as he worked his hips forward, fucking her face.
Leena was mesmerized, getting a keen thrill just from watching the scene. Although she was clutching Ted's cock, she could remember the feel of Kevin's stiff meat in her mouth, smell the strongly masculine tang reeking from his balls, and feel his hard nuts slapping against her chin.
Leena thrilled as she watched Mandy's tongue flash around the full shaft. The big cock looked too big for her small mouth, but the woman was having no problem sinking her face around it, until her features were buried in his hairy groin.
The sex show was making Ted horny, too. His fingers toyed with Leena's clit, sending currents of electricity sizzling through her aroused flesh. She widened her legs, opening herself up wantonly for her husband's pleasure. Maybe she could come along with the other fucking pair; maybe they could all come together.
Several feet away, Kevin had settled into a steady rhythm, fucking her mouth like it was her cunt. His heavy balls swung back and forth with each thrust. The sounds-the sucking and the slurping and the grunting and the groaning-all blended, giving meaning to the frenzied, heated humping of a male and a female bent on the complete satisfaction of their desires.
"Aaanrghhhh!" Mandy groaned. "Ohhhhhh!"
"Suck it, baby! Suck it!" Kevin shouted. "Suck my hard dick with your hot lips! Make me come, baby!"
Leena winced as her own body responded vicariously to the passion she was witnessing. Ted was affected, too; his fingers fucking her pussy had picked up the tempo of Kevin's mouth-fucking cock. His dick was hard and throbbing in her hand.
"Lay back," Ted said in a husky voice. "Let me fuck you."
"Huh?" Momentarily confused, Leena pulled her attention away from the other couple. "Oh, yes."
The sand was warm against her back, forming a soft cradle as her body twisted into it. Ted ran his hands down the insides of her thighs and feathered his fingers through the furry bush of her cunt. A thrill ran through her as she saw his lust-hungry gaze and the way his tongue flicked out to lick his drooling lips.
"Oh yes, honey! Do that, please-first!"
No longer inhibited by the presence of the other couple, she gave in to her need and arched upward, pushing her cunt into his face. Ted rubbed his nose and mouth into her hairy snatch and immediately began lapping her juicy flesh. She squealed, welcoming the thrust of his tongue into her hole, and then sucked in a deep gulp of air when it came back out again to swirl around the charged nubbin of her clit.
She twisted and squirmed, smearing his cheeks with her juices as she rubbed her pussy into his face. He feasted, thrilling her as he encouraged her flow. Her vibrating clit sent excitement surging, but it only enhanced her appetite, and she moaned, pleading for more.
A sharp cry caught her attention, and she turned her glazed vision once again to the other couple in time to see Kevin stiffen as his fat prick shuddered and let loose with a blast of creamy cum. His wife gulped down the creamy discharge. His hips bucked and sent three more powerful charges into the back of Mandy's throat before he pulled his sputtering cock away.
"Oh, God!" Mandy cried, clinging to her husband's legs as her body shook with the force of her own orgasm. "Oooooooohhhh!"
Shivering with excitement, Leena returned her gaze to the back of Ted's head, bobbing between her legs. That was good, but she wanted more. "Fuck me, honey," she hissed, squeezing her tits. Her nipples were dark and swollen, standing out like a pair of headlights, and the points were as hard. "Give me a really, really good fucking," she pleaded. "Please."
Ted rose between her knees and ran his hand over the drippy gap of her cunt. He toyed with her pussy lips, getting her ready, but she was beyond that.
She grabbed for his cock and cried, "Oh God, hurry, honey! Put it in me! Now!"
He grunted and pressed the blunt end of his prick between the puffy ridges of her slit. She jerked, he pushed, and the long, hard cock began sliding into her gaping split. She gasped, her pleasure multiplying as inch after inch of throbbing masculine flesh was swallowed by the wet, greedy maw of her cunt. Her loins formed a snug saddle for him, and once he was firmly in place, she cooed and locked her legs around his waist to hold him that way forever and ever.
Breathing hard, Ted began fucking her. Her stiff nipples rubbed against his chest and the black hair of her cunt caught in his kinky cock curls as the mouth of her cunt formed a wide oval around the thick base of his prick.
"Mmmmmm," he murmured. "I don't know how you stay so tight. Your cunt squeezes the daylights out of my prick."
"I'll bet you say that to all your women," she teased, flexing her strong muscles around his moving thickness.
He chuckled. But he didn't deny her accusation. She liked that. No lies, just honesty between them. She had no doubt of his love for her or of his love to fuck. Other women as well as herself. She had no problem with that; no problem at all.
"Maybe so," he admitted, his voice ragged with emotion, "but yours is the best."
"Then fuck it good, honey!"
It became difficult for Ted to maintain his controlled, long, steady strokes into her cunt. His tempo quickened as his tension built, demanding release. Staring into his eyes, she saw the pent-up passion there as she felt his prick swelling even larger as it probed her. Her cunt muscles began to ripple around it with a pulsing rhythm of their own.
And then the contractions began, and spasms of sublime pleasure wracked her body from end to end. It was a powerful orgasm, as strong as any she could remember, and his cock began to spout, joining their spirits with a liquid bond.
Leena wasn't aware of the keen, piercing wail that came from her lips as her hips bucked against her husband's creamy sex pole. Her pussy bubbled, and the juices ran between her legs and dripped into the sand.
She squeezed her breasts, breathing heavy and exhausted as he rolled off her. Her pulsing orgasm was slow to fade, and she savored every glorious moment of it.
She mewed softly, her eyes closed against the warm sun, and quivered as she felt a hard, male body cover her again. Her knees came up automatically, and her thighs tightened against a pair of muscular hips.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, opening her eyes with a smile. "Hi, there!"
"Hi, yourself." Kevin's face was beaming. She had the fleeting thought that if he had taken such delight in sex while courting her, things might have turned out quite differently for them.
She caught her breath as the full length of his cock slid into her squishy love nest in a single stroke. Cum from the fuck just finished oozed around the stiff cock as Kevin began his pistoning strokes between her clutching thighs. She gasped, surprised at how quickly his strong strokes brought her to the edge of yet another orgasm.
"Aren't we lucky?" Kevin panted. "To have found such wonderful people to marry?"
"Yes, darling," she agreed happily, as her ex-boyfriend's seed began to spout and fill her. "Yes, indeed."
