Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies- wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies; or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies- and for some of them they must suffer the consequences, while others find ultimate happiness.
EAGER HORNY HOUSEWIFE-a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Tina Elliott, tendrils of blonde hair clinging moistly to her forehead, swirled her tongue over her husband's cock.
Ralph Elliott read the sports page of the local newspaper and occasionally patted her head as she sucked him.
"I hope I'm not annoying you," she said sarcastically.
"Keep sucking. It'll get there." He continued reading the paper.
The bigtitted blonde pressed herself against j his thigh as she struggled to bring his prick to life. As usual the burden was on her. She was the one who had to make his cock hard. Then when they fucked he would satisfy himself and probably leave her horny.
"You're not helping," she said, racing her tongue up and down his cockshaft.
He patted her hair absently. "You don't need me for this, hon," he said. "You can do it. You always do."
Tina fumed silently. She couldn't say too much because then they'd fight. And the last thing she wanted was a fight. She always cried and Ralph stopped talking. That was the way they communicated.
She had a feeling Ralph had another woman. One night after working late at the office he un-characteristically took off his shirt and closed the bathroom door while he washed it. She became suspicious. She waited until the next time he worked late. That night too he washed out his shirt.
"How come you're suddenly doing your own laundry?" she asked.
"I don't want the stain to set," he said.
"What kind of stain?"
"Chili sauce."
That had been months ago and now when he worked late she examined every garment he removed. Once she saw what looked suspicious-ly like lipstick on his shorts.
She wasn't a stupid woman and knew that after being married five years a man got bored. But she was bored too. And if he was cheating, why shouldn't she?
Now she slid her lips to his balls and licked his hairy sack. His ballbag was as limp as his cock. It wasn't fair. When they finally fucked, he'd get his rocks off. In all probability she'd go to sleep horny. Ralph wasn't a man who felt responsible for his wife's orgasms.
She wondered for the hundredth time whether he had a steady girlfriend or only an occasional fuck. A steady girlfriend would pose a threat to her marriage. An occasional fuck didn't mean much in the scheme of things.
Her jaws ached as she struggled to bring his cock up. She wondered why marriage meant the end of good sex. It had been damn good between them before the wedding ceremony.
She thought about their years together while she let his cock bathe in her warm wet mouth. Ralph made a good living and she had a pleasant life. But something was missing and that something was good sex.
She knew it wasn't her fault that Ralph didn't satisfy her. It wasn't as if she was frigid. She climaxed when she masturbated. And occasionally Ralph managed to bring her off. It was just that she needed the kind of touching that he wasn't willing to give her. It wasn't fair, but that's the way it was.
She licked his balls and tried pumping his soft dick. She was hornier than she'd been as a bride. When a girl is young she doesn't know what it's all about. But at twentyfive she knew what kind of pleasure she was capable of. And her ability to respond to a man was unlimited.
Early in their marriage she had a brief affair. She tried not to think about it since she'd only slept with the man twice. But it had been wonderful. Even then she knew she and Ralph would eventually have problems over sex. And her prediction had come to pass.
She clamped her lips down on Ralph's cockhead, as if trying to drive the old memories out of her mind. He groaned.
"Take it easy, will you, hon," he said casually.
He was still reading the sports page. When he was through with the paper, he'd switch on the television.
"Lick the underside," he said, showing her where he wanted her to touch him.
She flicked her tongue on the sensitive flap of skin on the underside of his prick. "How's that?" she said.
"Nice," he said, resuming his reading. "Keep doing that."
For how long? she thought with a sigh. For how damn long should I lick this thing?
"That's good, hon," he said, reaching for a can of beer.
"If you drink too much of that stuff you'll never get hard," she said.
"Sure I will," he said pleasantly. "You can do it, kiddo."
With a groan she lapped her tongue over his stilllimp cockshaft. She thought about spending the next forty years of her life struggling to give him a hard-on.
She nibbled the loose skin on his prickshaft and rubbed her moist lips up and down from his cockhead to the hairrimmed base of his cock.
In forty years I'll be sixtyfive and he'll be seventy. Oh, Lord, forty more years of jerking off after he's asleep!
As she munched on his cock, she wondered again who he was seeing when he was supposed to be working late. Well, two can play at this game, she thought. The next time he works late, I'm going out too. It might be fun to see what happens if I take my wedding band off.
The thought of an adventure made her suck more eagerly. She liked Ralph's cock. She liked it a lot, especially when it was hard. She loved Ralph and was certain he loved her. But being married was not the heaven she'd expected it to be, not by a long shot.
"Maybe I better give up," she said, raising her head. "My jaws are getting sore."
He pushed her head down. "Keep sucking," he said, sipping his beer. "I'm getting in the mood."
"What about licking my pussy?" she said, fully expecting a negative reply.
"You know I don't like sixtynine," he said.
It was the same old story. "I could use a little attention on my pussy," she said.
"You'll get plenty of attention when we fuck."
She rubbed her tits against his thigh and sighed. She could hardly ever get him to kiss her tits, not to mention her pussy. Their lovemaking had degenerated to this. Eventually he'd climb on top of her and fuck her. He'd come and climb off. End of fuck.
The horny young wife wondered if his girl-friend, if he had a girlfriend, fared any better. Usually a man was anxious to please his mistress. He probably went down on his girl-friend all the time. He probably licked and sucked his girlfriend's tits, too. Why can't men treat their wives the way they treat their girl-friends?
Now she circled her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock and sucked the tip. She tasted the precome juice in his pisser. That was a good sign.
She'd have been better off jerking off in the bathroom. At least her jaws didn't get sore when she jerked off.
It was true she liked sucking cock. But it grew tiresome when the favor was never returned. Once again she thought about going out and picking up a guy and fucking him. Why not? I've done it once. Why not now when there's more reason?
She climbed around and faced his feet. She stuck her ass in his face. "Touch me," she said.
"At least squeeze my ass."
With an impatient shrug he placed his hand on her ass and patted it. "Okay, but keep suck-ing."
She grew angrier as she slid her lips down his cockshaft. His cock was beginning to stir, but he barely touched her ass. And of course he wouldn't touch her cunt. He hardly ever touched her cunt.
She toyed with his balls while she nursed on his prick. She pulled on a few hairs and he groaned.
"What the hell are you doing?" he said.
"Sorry, darling," she said, but she wanted to hurt him.
She opened her jaws wide and took his cock all the way into her mouth. At the same time she moved the fingers of one hand into his asscrack.
He patted her ass and switched on the televi-sion. She heard the newspaper fall to the floor and the sound of Ralph swallowing beer.
Some sex life, she thought. If she didn't need sex of some kind so badly she'd tell him to go fuck himself.
She began using her lips instead of her tongue. She rubbed them over his cockshaft and on the tip of his piss slit.
As a young girl in high school she had the reputation for being a good cocksucker. She was still a good cocksucker. Why couldn't she turn Ralph on?
She thought again about having an affair. The prospect made her cunt throb. With a new man she would need no encouragement. With a man who responded to her she could be the sexy lady she knew she was.
Still, it wasn't what marriage was about and the thought depressed her. She wanted to be faithful and have a happy marriage, but it didn't seem to be in the cards for them. They were still so young and already they were so bored with each other.
"Good sucking," Ralph said absently, no longer even pretending to fondle her ass.
She wriggled her butt in his face. "It wouldn't kill you to touch my cunt."
"Aw, hon, I'm bushed."
"Maybe I ought to wear a mask," she said. "That way you could pretend I was some bimbo you picked up."
"Shit, you're at it again!"
The slight stiffness in his cock disappeared. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just bitchy because I'm horny."
She slid her lips down to his cockroot and nuzzled her nose in his cockbush. He squeezed her ass and chuckled.
"You're entitled once in a while," he said. "Just don't make it a habit."
She moved his cock from one cheek to the other. She held it against the roof of her mouth. Her pussy felt very wet. She needed a good orgasm. She raised her ass and moved it closer to his face. Damn it, touch me! she thought.
She was so horny she held his balls as she took his entire prick into her mouth. Ralph groaned and finally moved a single finger over her pussy.
"Yes, touch me there," she said.
"Yeah, okay, I'm touching you," he said in a bored voice.
She knew his eyes were glued to the television screen. But his cock was finally hardening and lifting up. If she was lucky he'd be inside her soon. Then if her luck held out he'd give her time enough to come.
His prick pulsated against her tongue. She suctioned his cockhead farther into her throat.
She expelled it and sucked it in again. He liked when she did that. He used a single finger to search around for her clit.
"It's here," she said, guiding his finger to her sensitive little organ.
"I know where it's at," he said.
He rubbed her clit while she mouthfucked his cock. It felt good even though she knew he didn't have his heart in it.
Ten minutes later, when her jaws ached with the effort of sucking his prick, he finally pushed her head away from his crotch.
"Spread the old legs," he said cheerfully.
"You've sure got a way with words," she said.
She lay back and watched him mount her. Even though she was bored with the position, a thrill raged through her.
He took his prick in his fist and rubbed the tip up and down her wet slit. "You're wet as a puddle," he said, wetting down his cockhead with her juices.
As he slid his cockhead up and down her slit he used his thumb on her clit. "Feel good, hon?" he said.
She pulled on her nipples and brought her knees back. "Sure, it feels good," she said.
"Ready?" he said, spitting on his thumb and smearing the saliva on her alreadywet clit.
"No, kiss my tits," she said.
"Oh, shit, it's late."
"You didn't complain about the time when I was blowing you."
He muttered something under his breath and leaned down to lick her tits. "You're impossi-ble," he said.
She clutched her tits and fed them to his mouth. "Lick my nipples."
He groaned as he swirled his tongue over her nipples. "Okay?" he said. "Enough for you?"
"Oh, Jesus, can you spare the time?"
"Fuck you. Do you wanna fuck or don't you?"
"Yes, I want to fuck."
"Okay, spread your legs."
She let her thighs fall open and he entered her. As usual the moment of penetration was good. That part of it, at least, was satisfying.
Once he was inside he left his cock imbedded deep in her pussy. She moved her hands under her ass and raised herself up.
Now when he stroked, she rammed her cunt at him. It was good for her. When she thrust up, his cockshaft rasped nicely against her clit.
He didn't like when she moved around. "Don't do that," he said. "You know I don't like it."
She moved her hands to his ass and tried to slow him down. He closed his eyes and grimaced.
"Hey, when you keep your mouth shut the fucking's not bad," he said.
"What's wrong with my telling you what I need?"
"It's not natural. That's what's wrong with it."
She said nothing. At least he was fucking her. Some nights he refused. Especially those nights when he planned to work late the next day.
"Yeah, the old in and out is still good," he said.
Tina's cunt was hot and juicy, but she was nowhere near orgasm. How could she be? Ralph's idea of foreplay was to touch her for about a minute and then start fucking.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to slow him down. She moved a hand to her cunt and manipulated her clit.
"What are you doing that for?" he said.
She took her hand away. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"What the hell do you need to frig yourself for when I'm fucking you?"
You'd never understand, she thought.
She clawed at his upper arms as he pounded her. It felt good, but she was afraid he wouldn't give her enough time. Being apprehensive meant she wasn't relaxed. If she wasn't relaxed there was no way she would come.
Now he smiled down at her. "Yeah, when we get going we're still a team."
"Yeah, we're a team, okay," she said.
She tossed her head from side to side in an attempt to throw herself into the act. It didn't work.
Her pussy sucked on his dick when he stroked in. Her body responded, but her mind didn't. His cock was very hard and his balls slapped her ass very nicely. Why then did she feel that she was just a substitute for some other woman?
Suddenly, without warning, he began grunt-ing and pistoning his cock into her cunt. She held her breath against the onslaught.
He fucked her hard and deep, corkscrewing his cock in and out of her slit. He was basically a good cocksman. If only he gave her a little more time.
And then he was coming and slamming into her so hard her teeth rattled. She thought for a moment she would come too, but she didn't. Even when his jism flooded her pussy, her orgasm eluded her.
His forehead beaded with perspiration. Her pussy creamed around his spurting prick. Her pussy snapped around his cock, but the pleasure was all his. She was left horny and depressed. She closed her eyes in order to hold back the tears.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning Ralph took great pains dressing. "I'll be home late," he said. "I'm behind in my work."
"You've been putting in a lot of overtime," Tina said.
He brushed his hair for the second time. "That's the way it goes if a man wants to get ahead."
"You've certainly become ambitious lately," she smirked. "What's the incentive?"
He whistled as he tied his tie and ignored her words. She wrapped her old chenille robe more tightly around her waist. "Do you want breakfast today or are you starting to watch your weight too?"
Her sarcasm eluded him. "I'll catch a cup of coffee downtown," he said.
She moved into the bathroom to brush her teeth and when she returned he was stuffing something into his briefcase. She noticed that the drawer where he kept his shorts and shirts was partially open. Was he taking extras to work in the event someone smudged makeup on what he was wearing?
I'm getting paranoid, she thought as she followed him downstairs. "Make sure you have a decent dinner," she said as she kissed him goodbye at the door.
He patted her ass absently and glanced into his wallet. "Got some money?" he said. "I won't have a chance to cash a check."
She went to the kitchen where she kept her food money and gave him half of it. It annoyed her that he was spending money on other women. It was bad enough he was fucking around, but somehow buying another woman dinner was almost worse.
After he was gone she made herself some coffee. As she stood at the sink sipping it, her thoughts drifted.
She decided to go shopping and have a nice lunch all by herself. If Ralph was spending money frivolously, why shouldn't she?
After showering and shaking out her long blonde curls, she made up her face and went to her closet. She rubbed herself dry with a huge towel as she picked out a tight skirt and a ruffled blouse to wear.
Shopping relaxed her and she sometimes got even with Ralph by spending his money. She especially enjoyed getting even when he left her horny as he had last night.
She threw the skirt and blouse down on a chair and moved to the mirror. She touched herself and decided she couldn't walk around all day without masturbating first.
She had a secret drawer where she kept a few candles and some lubricant. Now she picked up the thickest candle and placed it on the bed.
Ralph was an old fashioned man. He didn't believe a woman should jerk off and he thought it was demeaning to lick a pussy. The word macho was coined with Ralph in mind, she thought with a smile.
She sat down on the bed and held the candle between her tits. My macho man, she thought. Thinks all I need is his cock.
When she touched herself, she realized the lubricant wasn't necessary. She spread her legs and wet her fingers with her juices. Then she smeared the tip of the candle with her cunthoney. It wasn't a prick, but it would have to do for now.
She lay down and spread her legs wide. She rubbed her clit and moved the end of the candle up and down her cuntslit.
She was certain that Ralph was cheating. She was sure he'd put extra underwear in his brief case when he thought she wasn't looking.
He had spent a good fifteen minutes brushing his hair this morning. There was only one answer-a woman.
Strangely enough she wasn't angry anymore. Now what interested her was how she would retaliate.
In the early days of their marriage when she'd had her brief affair, she had told herself every-one is entitled to one mistake. But their marriage had turned sour. Now an affair wouldn't be a mistake. Now it would be a deliberate act of necessity.
She flicked her clit and glanced down to watch it bob around. The damn thing was so small. Guys were so lucky to have cocks.
Lifting her ass from the bed, she began wrig-gling around. She didn't put the candle inside her yet. She liked to heat up her pussy first and then when she was wild with desire she would shove it in.
Once the candle was inside her, it melted from her body heat. It didn't feel as good as a cock, but it did the job better than Ralph.
She wondered who Ralph was fucking. Was it a girl in the office? Was it someone she knew? That part of it bothered her. She didn't want her neighbors gossiping about her.
She groaned now as the little piece of cotton growing out of the candle touched her clit. Little things like that turned her on. Light touches on her clit and tits and ass were a turn on. Simple things that Ralph wouldn't be bothered with.
She squeezed and stroked her tits and rolled from side to side as she rubbed the candle up and down her pussyslit. She thrust two fingers into her cunthole and stretched her nipples.
After a while she came, but she was left un-satisfied. Masturbating was okay in a pinch, but she needed to get fucked.
Now she moved the candle all the way into I her pussy. She thrust it in and out several times and rubbed her clit rhythmically.
She glanced at the clock as she frigged herself. Soon she would get up and dress, go downtown and have a nice lunch in a decent restaurant.
Using juice from her cunt, she wet her nipples and fondled them. Her tits were very sensitive. Ralph, who loved big tits, hardly ever touched them.
She squeezed her thighs around her hand. Her cunt was wet with her juices. She opened her legs and glanced down at the split between them. She was still horny.
She sat up and climbed off the bed. When she gazed into the mirror, she saw that her lipstick was smeared.
She reapplied it and brushed her long blonde hair. It was natural. She lightened it, but her roots were blonde as was her muff.
She touched herself one last time and examined her face. She was pretty and she knew it. She was also realistic enough to know there were plenty of pretty women. To compete a woman had to be smart. As she slipped into her blouse she wondered if Ralph's mistress was smart.
She dressed quickly and pulled a jacket from a hanger. She slipped into simple high heeled pumps and slung her shoulder strap bag over her arm.
Then she remembered that she'd given Ralph most of her money. That's what credit cards are for, she thought, patting her purse.
For some reason she felt excited. Almost as if something wonderful was going to happen to her. In tribute to the lovely weather, she decided to take the scenic route downtown.
She had plenty of gas in her tank and she drove slowly. By the time she arrived downtown and parked the car it was time for lunch.
She went to a French restaurant she'd heard about and the hostess took her to a small table along the wall. Most of the tables were occupied by couples. Her eyes darted everywhere. Ralph's office wasn't far away. Did he ever bring his girlfriend here?
She ordered a martini and scanned the menu. It wasn't often that she treated herself to lunch in a fancy restaurant. When the waitress brought her drink, she sipped it greedily. It felt good going down. With only coffee in her stomach, the alcohol went right to her head.
She turned to the table to her right. There was a man sitting there alone and their eyes met.
"They make a good martini," he said.
His voice was deep and there was something about his eyes that reeked sex.
"Yes, in fact I was thinking about having another one before I order lunch," she said.
"I'm Norton Porter," he said. "Since we're neighbors we may as well become acquainted."
She introduced herself and they chatted for a few minutes. She felt more alive than she had in months.
He had a wonderful smile and incredible eyes. He reached across the seat and touched her arm. "Since this place is filling up so fast, why don't we give one of these tables to someone else?"
She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together. As he spoke he slid across the seat and joined her.
"I think that's a very noble idea," she said.
He raised his glass and touched it to hers. "I was hoping you would."
By the time she began her third martini he had his arm around her waist. Each time she reached for her glass her tits brushed against his arm.
She noticed he wore a wedding band. She relaxed her thigh against his. They were both married. That was good. Whatever happened no one would get hurt. They were both out for a little flirtation. By the time she ordered her fourth drink he had his arm draped over her shoulders and his fingers grazing her tits.
"Do you often lunch here?" he said.
"It's my first time."
He cupped her chin and kissed the tip of her nose. "What luck."
"Maybe we better order lunch," she said.
"Are you really hungry?" When he smiled, his eyes crinkled up.
She felt his hand on her thigh. "Not really."
"I've got an apartment near here," he murmured against her hair.
When he nuzzled her ear, she leaned against him. "Oh?" she said, feeling stupid and clumsy.
He laughed. "You're very refreshing, you know?"
She shrugged. "You mean naive."
He moved a strand of hair from her face. "I mean adorable."
She didn't have to rush home to make dinner. Ralph would come home late and pretend to be tired from working so hard when in reality he was probably out getting laid. Why shouldn't she have some fun too? Life was too short to stay in a rut.
"Are you going to come to a decision some-time today?" Norton smiled, stroking her thigh and fondling her hair.
She jumped. "Yes," she said.
Her mouth felt dry and she glanced around to see if anyone was watching them. Most of the couples sitting nearby were engrossed in each other. She turned back to Norton.
"Do you mean yes, you're going to come to a decision sometime today or yes, you'll come to my apartment?"
She took a deep breath. Stop acting like such a jerk, she thought. You did it once. Why not now? "Yes, I'll come to your apartment." Once the words were out, she relaxed. Now pure excitement took over.
"Wonderful," he breathed, cuffing her chin playfully.
He motioned to the waitress for the check. Ten minutes later they entered his apartment and locked the door behind them.
They came together at once, without shame and without words. They kissed and his strong hands were all over her.
He held her tight and moved his hands over her back and her ass and laced his fingers through her long silky curls. He kissed her force-fully, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and demanding hers in return.
His kisses were thrilling. She struggled to breathe and when he released her she clung to him and peppered his face with kisses.
"Let me just do this," he said, unzipping his fly and bringing his cock out.
"Let me have it," she said when he took her hand and curled her fingers around his cock.
She lifted her lips for his kiss as she squeezed his prick. She felt his big cock grow in her hand and she devoured him with her lips and tongue and teeth.
"You're hot," he murmured, biting her lower lip.
"Yes, and so are you," she said.
"You're sweet." He moved her hand to his balls. "I think we're going to have a lovely time together."
"I think so too." She swallowed hard when he began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Your tits are beautiful."
"You haven't even seen them yet."
"I can feel them." Her blouse opened and he grabbed hold of one of her tits. "I want you naked."
"Yes, I want it too." She pumped his cock with a firm touch. It was very big. Long and thick and hard as a brick.
"Is your pussy wet?" he said, pushing her blouse off her shoulders and yanking her bra straps down.
She watched his eyes as he gazed at her naked tits. He smiled and cupped one in his hand.
"Yes, it's wet." She felt moisture on the tip of his cockhead. Her knees felt like jelly.
"I was right, your tits are lovely."
She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "I'm glad you like them."
He lowered his head and made love to her tits. She gazed at his lips and tongue as he nursed on her nipples. He was a stranger to her, a man she would probably never see again. And yet she felt closer to him at this moment than she felt to Ralph.
Her panties felt wet. She released his cock long enough to drop her blouse from her arms. Now she was naked from the waist up and she timidly fondled his hair.
"Do you think you're going to like fucking me?" he said.
"Yes!"
She spread her legs and almost lost her balance when he moved a hand under her skirt.
"Oh, God, I think I'm going to fall."
"I'll take care of you," he said.
She clung to his prick and pumped it loving-ly. He moved his hand between her legs and in a moment he snaked a finger into her twat.
"My finger is in you," he said.
"I know."
He almost dragged her to the bed and guided her down. She tilted her ass back and he peeled her panties off.
She felt like a child as he hovered over her. He raised her legs up and brought his cock to within an inch of her pussy.
He kept his clothes on. She still wore her skirt. There was something exciting about being fucked by a fully dressed man.
"I'm going to enter you now," he said, his eyes boring into her.
'Yes, I want you to."
She was so excited she helped him push his cock inside her cunt. She groaned when he lowered himself over her and filled her with his prick.
"Oh, yes," he murmured, thrusting his prick deep inside her snatch.
She arched her back and fucked back. "Fuck me!" she breathed.
"Your tits are bouncing so deliciously." His eyes crinkled when he smiled. "My cock got hard back at the restaurant the moment I saw you."
"You're lying, but I love hearing it."
"It's the truth."
He mauled her tits and bent down to kiss them. "Later, I'll kiss your pussy."
"Oh, that's nice!" She tossed her head from side to side.
"How's this?" He corkscrewed his cock in a way that forced his cockshaft to rub against her clit.
They came together and when his warm spunk filled her inflamed pussy he joined her on the bed and held her in his arms.
CHAPTER THREE
Two weeks passed. Tina hadn't expected to hear from Norton so she wasn't disappointed when she didn't. She was surprised that she didn't feel guilty. But Ralph was working late one or even two nights a week and when he was home they hard-ly ever fucked. Why should she waste energy feeling guilty?
One day she lay on a glider in the yard and sunbathed. Her neighbor, Wendy Hill, had asked her to keep an eye on her house since she had hired some men to fix the roof.
Wendy was a sexy brunette who was divorced and worked as a legal secretary. Tina didn't mind doing favors for her. Wendy was a good neighbor and a friend.
Now she adjusted the picture on her portable television and pushed her sunglasses over the top of her head. One of the men working on Wendy's roof was a slim redhead named John and he smiled down at her as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Not a bad view." He grinned, leering at her tits.
She glanced down at her cleavage and waved. "Thanks for the compliment." She pushed her sunglasses back down on her nose.
He nodded and smiled and she returned to her soap opera. He was a flirt and rather cute. Maybe she'd offer both men a beer when they stopped for lunch.
She became involved in her favorite television shows and when the workmen began eating lunch she barely noticed.
"This sandwich is sure dry," the one named George said loudly enough for her to hear.
Tina glanced into Wendy's yard. Both men were seated on the grass and eating. John winked. "Yeah, sure wish I had a beer."
"A beer would sure taste good about now," George agreed.
"I'll bite," Tina said, rising up from the glider and tying her bikini straps.
She was halfway across the yard on her way to the house when John replied. "Now that's what I call ass," he snickered.
Tina paused as she reached the house. She turned around slowly. "You're fresh," she said, entering the house.
She didn't mind. She liked the way they were undressing her with their eyes. Men like John and George were usually good lovers. They were physical types, ruled by their hormones. And they certainly talked a good game.
She returned to the yard with a sixpack. John was waiting for her. He took two cans from her hand and deliberately let his fingers brush hers.
When he handed one of the cans to George, she heard both men chuckle. She settled down on the glider and closed her eyes. The sun felt good and if they wanted to ogle her she didn't mind.
She dozed off and when she opened her eyes the men were standing nearby staring at her.
"Are you all through?" she said, stretching. "Yeah, will you tell Wendy we left the bill in the basement?" John said.
"Sure," she said, but the men made no move to leave. She glanced around. "Are you waiting for something?"
John grinned and George scratched his head. Tina gazed from one to the other. "Can we use your can?" John said. "So that's it," she said. They followed her into the house and in turn used the guest bathroom on the main floor. When they were through, she asked if they wanted another beer. They eagerly accepted and she told them to go into the den and sit down.
By now she knew they were interested in something and that something was sex. She had never gone to bed with two men at once. It had never really occurred to her that people did those things. But suddenly the idea excited her. Why not? Why not try something new?
When she joined them in the den, George asked if he could use her phone. While he was gone, John rose up and came up behind her.
She still wore only her bikini, and when he slipped his arms around her waist and hugged her body, her sun warmed skin responded.
"Aren't you being a little fresh?" she said.
"You look lonesome," he said. "George and I were talking before how lonesome you look."
When he moved his hand to her ass, she protested. "Hey, what's going on?"
She twisted around and he held her tight. He was very strong and his teeth flashed when he smiled.
"How about a little dessert?" he said.
"That's one way of putting it," she said, no longer struggling to free herself.
He let one hand fall down to her ass and she raised her lips to his. He kissed her lightly and her pussy lubricated.
"My buddy and I can show you a good time."
"How charitable of you," she said.
"You've been turning us on all day." He held her with one arm and touched her cheek with the other.
"You know you've no business doing this. I'm a married woman."
"Why, I'm mortified," he grinned, kissing the corner of her mouth. "George'll die when I tell him."
She giggled despite herself. "You two are some team."
"Yeah, you don't know what love is until we've fucked you."
His words inflamed her cunt. "Jesus, I don't know ..."
"I do." He held her arms behind her back and kissed her harder. "Jesus, I'm dying to fuck you."
He began stroking her tits. Her bikini covered very little. Her tits jiggled slightly inside the flimsy cups. She wanted him to kiss her boobs. She wanted him to undress her and cover her tits with his lips.
George returned and smiled when he saw them kissing. He came up behind her just as John was plunging his tongue into her mouth.
"What's going on?" George said.
"I think we're gonna have a party," John said.
They smelled of perspiration and beer. The sun had made Tina feel mellow and she was horny. She hadn't had a good fuck since Norton.
"I certainly hope you keep your mouth shut about this," she said.
"Are you intimating that we're not gentle-men?" John snickered as he flicked his tongue in and out of her mouth.
George pressed up against her back and took hold of her ass. "Yeah, what do you take us for?" he said.
"Oh, God, two jokers," she giggled.
John had released her arms and she wrapped them around his neck. She slid her tongue into his mouth and pushed her ass against George's hands.
Since she was half naked it was easy for George to slip his hands inside her bikini bottom and caress her bare ass.
I'm in my own house with two strange men pawing me, she thought. Two can play this game, Ralph. You pretend to work late while you fuck your bimbos and I'll fuck myself silly.
Suddenly John stood back. "Got a bed?" he said.
Tina stared at him and laughed. She led them out of the room and upstairs to the master bed-room. She took special delight in using the bed she slept in with Ralph. Serves him right, she thought.
John wasted no time and began slipping out of his clothes. Both men were slim and muscular. They didn't have an extra ounce of fat on their bodies.
John peeled his skintight jeans off and then his teeshirt. Without self consciousness, he removed his shorts and turned to show her his hard-on.
"I kid you not, I've been walking around with this thing all day," he said with a grin.
"Am I responsible for that?" she said.
She couldn't help admiring his cock. It was thicker than most and probably seven inches long. His cockhead was round and his balls looked bloated.
He nodded and with a swagger he climbed onto the bed. He spread his legs and punched up Ralph's pillows.
Tina got perverse pleasure from the fact that he was stretched out on Ralph's side of the bed. She gazed at him as he took his cock in his fist and pumped it.
"Come and sit on it," he said.
George scrambled out of his clothes. "Here I come," he said.
"Not you, asshole, her," John chuckled.
George grinned. He wore no shorts and he was naked in less than a minute. He joined John on the bed. Tina shivered with excitement. So much cock and it was all for her.
George climbed onto the bed next to his partner. His cock was hard too and he pumped it as he eyed her legs. Tina didn't know where to look first. She felt overwhelmed by dick.
"Take it off," John called out.
"Yeah, take it off," George said.
Tina leaned against the bureau and pretended to be deep in thought. "I'm thinking," she said.
John sat up and bounded off the bed. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the bed. "I think you need help," he said.
She threw her head back and laughed. "With this little thing? Why a big tough guy like you can get it off with one finger."
She fell down on the bed, legs splayed as she laughed. John climbed over her and yanked her bikini top off. When her tits bounced free, he growled and peeled her panties off. Her entire body tingled with dizzy excitement.
Both men grinned and gazed at her tits. She rolled from side to side and watched their expressions as her boobs wobbled around.
She opened and closed her legs wantonly. John licked his lips and George's eyes glittered. Both men crouched at her side, their cocks pointed toward the ceiling.
Moving as if by plan, the men leaned over and attacked her tits. John licked one round melon and George rubbed his bristly cheek against the other.
George was the first to touch her beaver. "Lots of hair," he said. He stroked her golden muff and grinned. "And wet too."
John turned around and pried open her gash. "Red and sleek. Just the way I like a cunt."
Their hands were all over her. Tina closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations. Four hands caressed her. Ten fingers and occasionally two tongues.
It was finally George who crouched between her thighs and began kissing her pussy. She moaned when she felt his warm breath on her snatch.
While George ate her, John worked on her tits. He slobbered over them while she held George's head imprisoned between her legs.
She loved being made love to by two men. A third would be nice, she giggled to herself. A third man to stick his cock in my mouth while these two work me over.
When she thought she would lose her mind with all the stimulation, they rolled her around and surrounded her. John pressed up against her back and George faced her.
She reached for George's prick and he grinned as she pumped it. She draped a leg over his hip and opened herself to him.
Meanwhile John was rubbing her asshole. She knew what was coming. When a man paid that much attention to a woman's asshole, it was because he planned to fuck it.
They're going to fuck me at the same time, she thought. Oh, God, I can't stand it! Is this really happening to me?
She twisted her head back and cautioned John when he shoved a finger into her asshole. "For God's sake, take it easy!" she said.
"What do you take me for?" he said, work-ing his finger in and out of her asshole.
She pumped George's cock frantically. "Let me suck it," she said.
He grinned and covered her fingers with his. "Keep frigging it a minute," he said.
John had added a second finger to her brownie. Her asshole was stretched open and he thrust his fingers forcefully and used one finger on her pussy.
"You ever been the ham between the rye?" John said.
"No." She hungrily took George's prick into her mouth when he moved around on the bed.
"Hey, she's got a mouth like a cunt," George said.
"Her asshole is good enough for me," John said.
Between them, Tina trembled with excite-ment. She took half of George's thick cock into her mouth and fondled his balls. She was thrilled by the orgy. For the moment she forgot Ralph and everything else in the outside world.
When she became aware that John had substi-tuted his cock for his fingers, she sucked harder on George's prick.
She waited for the penetration, but he rubbed his prick up and down her asscrack and then drilled his fingers back into her asshole.
She came, her asshole gripping his digits and her lips clamped around George's cockhead. George grunted and in a moment his cock was between her legs and entering her.
Barely breathing, she felt his cock soar into her cunt. John stroked her asscheeks and moved his cock back to her asshole.
When he entered her asshole, there was some pain, but the pleasure far exceeded any discomfort.
"Jesus, you guys are wild!" she cried.
John humped back and forth, his hands squeezing her ass as he fucked her butt. "Just the way I like 'em," he said. "Nice and tight."
"You oughta feel her cunt," George said.
It wasn't long before they filled her with their loads. Her own orgasm was the most intense she'd ever had.
When they released her, she thought they were through. She was surprised when they wiped themselves off with the sheet and asked her to suck them.
"Are you serious?" she said. "You want me to suck both of you?"
John held his arms out. "You can do it. You've got a mouth made for cocksucking."
George sat up and smiled shyly. "Tell you what. You blow John and I'll go down on you. Then when you're through with him, you can blow me."
Tina nodded and laughed as she dropped down between John's hairy legs. "You're on," she said.
She held John's flaccid cock in her hand and licked the tip. Then with a hungry sob, she took all of his dick into her mouth.
As she devoured John, George made her turn onto her side and he buried his face between her legs.
He used his tongue like a cock. He flicked it over her clit, using the tip like a vibrator. He tried to force it into her cunthole and she tried to take John's entire ballbag into her mouth at the same time.
"Oh, shit, you're killing me with that mouth," John said.
Tina squeezed the root of his prick. It was beginning to come to life in her mouth. George flicked his tongue nonstop over her clit. His bristly cheeks rubbed her inner thighs. She loved it all.
John reached down and tangled his fingers in her hair. She bobbed her head up and down and mouthfucked his prick. It was getting hard. Soon she would turn her attention to George. Two cocks. Four hands. Ten fingers.
"Get your nose down there!" John hissed, holding her head down and forcing his prick all the way into her throat.
She swallowed around his cockhead and felt his cockbush tickle her nose. Two cocks. Four hands. Ten fingers . . . two cocks . . . God, how she loved it!
CHAPTER FOUR
Tina loaded the dishwasher and watched Wendy's dog romp around the back yard. Wendy hired a neighborhood boy to take the dog out twice a day. The teenager, Jeff Clark, had just unleashed the bitch and he gazed toward Tina's house as the dog ran loose.
Two weeks had passed since her wild after-noon with John and George. The evidence was mounting that Ralph had a mistress. She felt no guilt about her own cheating and was becom-ing unconcerned about Ralph's.
Now she placed the last saucer in the dish-washer and switched it on. She gazed out at seventeen year old Jeff. He was down on the ground now with Wendy's dog. She found her eyes drawn to the boy's dick, which was tightly packed into his jeans.
She smiled to herself as the dishwasher began filling up with water. She waved at Jeff who grinned and waved back.
Standing at the window, she wondered if Wendy ever took the boy to bed. Wendy was a gay divorcee if there ever was one. She fucked anything that moved and once confessed to Tina that a cock was a cock and any cock would do in a storm.
Tina remembered the brunette's words as she moved around the kitchen. She wore only a short robe which barely covered her ass and showed most of her tits. A cock is a cock, she thought as she rubbed a wet sponge over the faucet.
"Just make sure he doesn't do his business on my grass," she called out to Jeff.
The boy grinned. "I wouldn't do that to you, Mrs. Elliott."
She moved to the door and walked outside.
Holding her arms over her tits, she nodded toward the bitch.
"I guess you've grown pretty attached to her."
He stroked the dog's ears. "Yeah, she's pretty cute."
She shielded her eyes from the sun. "All through with school for the day?"
"Yeah, I'm in my senior year. We start early and get through early."
"I guess you'll being going away to college."
She waited for him to respond. He licked his lips and his face flushed. It was obvious that he couldn't keep his eyes from her cleavage.
"I said, I guess you'll be going away to college after graduation."
"Oh, yeah, I guess so." He turned back to the dog. "She's a good old bitch."
"I wonder where that expression came from," she said. "I'm not sure I like it." She gazed at the bulge in the teenager's jeans as she spoke.
"I don't know," he said, glancing down at his fly. When he next met her eyes, he blushed.
"Oh, don't worry about that," she shrugged, nodding toward his crotch. "I know how it is with boys your age."
He grinned and shuffled his feet nervously. He reached for the dog's leash. "Well, I guess I'll get her back in the house."
The horny wife made a quick decision. Why not give the kid a thrill and at the same time satisfy the ache in her pussy?
"Before you leave why not come over and I'll give you a nice cold beer?" she said. She smiled teasingly. "You're a little young to drink, but you're certainly big enough."
"I never get asked for my I.D." he said.
"Does that mean you'll come?"
"Sure."
She entered the house and watched Jeff return Wendy's bitch to Wendy's basement. She went upstairs to change. An older woman seducing a young boy was trite enough. She didn't have to greet him in a shortie robe.
She changed quickly. She wore a skirt and blouse and no stockings. She was tempted to go braless, but at the last minute packed her tits into a lacy half bra.
Boys Jeff's age get excited watching a woman undress. She slipped into her skimpiest bikinis and went back downstairs.
He was stretched out on the grass in Wendy's yard, obviously waiting for her. She hesitated before calling out to him.
What the hell am I doing? she thought.
But she knew she would carry through her plan. Her pussy was hot. Why fight it? She needed to get fucked. A cock is a cock. And Jeff was cute too.
She called out to him. "Do you want that beer now?"
He grinned and rose to his feet. "Sure."
She opened the kitchen door and in a minute he was inside. She opened two beers and took a big gulp from hers.
"Sit down," she said, flopping down onto a chair and crossing her legs.
He sat across from her and tried desperately to keep his eyes off her tits. She was amused. This would be fun. A boy his age didn't have much experience. She could teach him so much and at the same time have the benefit of his randy teenaged prick.
She couldn't keep her eyes off the mass between his legs. He shifted around on his chair and looked down at his lap. Their eyes met and he chuckled.
"Don't mind me," he mumbled, sipping his beer.
"What do you mean, don't mind you?"
He blushed. "You know ..."
There was a moment of silence during which time Tina sat forward and thrust her chest out. "Let's face it," she said. "I'm a woman and you're a man. Well, almost a man. So we look at each other. Big deal."
The boy relaxed and took a big swallow of his beer. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He seemed to gain in confidence before her eyes.
They chatted comfortably. She asked him about school and his plans for the future. With-out asking if he wanted another beer, she took two more beers from the refrigerator and placed them on the table.
"Beer goes down good on a day like today," she said.
"Yeah, it's hot."
She smiled. "And does that describe you?"
He lowered his eyes and gulped more beer. "Yeah, as you can see."
She bent over the table and moved her hand close to him. "Do you want to know a secret?" she said. He nodded. "I'm hot too."
He stared at her, wide eyed. "You are?"
"You're a very sexy boy, Jeff." She turned her hand over, palm up. "Let me feel your hand," she said. His hand felt clammy when he touched hers. "Since we both seem to be in the mood, why let convention interfere with our fun?"
He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
The teenager sat forward on his chair and watched her play with his fingers. She rose up suddenly and moved behind him. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her tits against his back.
"Why don't you stand up and put your arms around me?" she said.
The boy rose up so fast the chair fell over. "I'm sorry," he muttered, turning to face her.
Her heart pounded with excitement and anticipation. "No problem," she said, melting into his arms.
Her pussy throbbed and turned to jelly. She raised her lips to his and they kissed. She stroked the back of his neck.
"I like the way you kiss," she said.
He grinned. "And I like the way you do it, too."
His hands were around her waist and she hugged him. "Do you feel my tits?" she said. "Sure."
"My nipples are very hard."
"Yeah, I can feel them."
"That's because I'm excited."
She kissed him hard and briefly plunged her tongue into his mouth. She wrapped one arm around his neck and kissed him again, this time plastering her lips over his and frenching him hotly.
The teenager groaned when she moved her tongue in and out of his mouth. His hands dropped to her ass and she wiggled in response.
"Yes, squeeze my ass," she said, darting her tongue over his. "Stick your tongue in my mouth."
He did as she said. She felt the beat of his heart through his thin teeshirt. She felt his energy flow into her and she pressed her cunt against his crotch.
The mass between his legs felt hard and big. She touched it. "I think we ought to let him out, don't you?" she said.
He nodded. "Yeah, I think so."
His eyes looked glazed as he placed his hands over her tits. She watched him as he stroked her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. He groaned and kissed her. Now he was the aggressor. Now he plunged his tongue into her mouth.
"I can't breathe," she said, gently pushing him away.
She took him upstairs. Again she felt a rush of excitement as they entered the master bedroom.
She carefully pulled the bedspread down and turned to him. Her eyes were drawn to his fly. He had released his cock.
She grinned. "Good boy," she said, curling her fingers around his prick. "You didn't wait for me."
She squeezed his cock briefly and then slipped her arms around his waist. His hands dropped to her ass. She liked his boldness.
They stroked each other. Loving, sexy touches that made Tina shiver. They kissed. She felt his upthrusting cock stab her belly.
They sat down on the bed and he climbed on top of her. She giggled happily. She felt like a teenager again, about to get laid in the back seat of a car.
"Let me take these off," she said. She slow-ly peeled her panties off and watched his eyes as he gazed at her pussy for the first time.
She lay back and spread her legs. She deliber-ately let him see the folds inside her outer lips. He crouched next to her and stared at her sex.
She touched herself. Moaning, she moved two fingers up and down her slit. "Don't you want to touch me?" she said in a throaty voice.
His cock was a few inches from her lips as she stroked his thigh. He was delectable looking.
"Yeah, sure," he said, but he didn't touch her.
"Take your jeans off," she said. She knew he was in awe of her and her femininity.
He stripped his jeans and shorts off and she lay on her side and admired his prick and balls. There was nothing about his genitals that was childlike.
"Let me have it," she said and he knelt before her while she lay back and held his cock in her fist.
She squeezed it. She used her fingertips to caress his silken skin. The skin on a man's cock fascinated her. There was nothing as soft on a woman as the skin on a man's prick.
"Aren't you gonna take your blouse off?" he said.
"Would you like me to?"
He nodded. "Yeah, sure ..."
She squeezed his cockshaft. Then she sat up and stripped her blouse and bra off. She lay down again and cupped her tits.
He licked his lips and stared at her boobs. "Can I touch them?" he said.
She let her legs fall open and touched herself again. "Yes," she said softly. "I'd like that."
He was all over her then, squeezing her tits and sniffing around her. She slipped a finger into her cunt and relished the feel of his hands exploring her tits.
Her nipples were puckered with excitement and her cunt gushed. She reached for his prick and it pulsated hotly against her fingers.
"Did anyone ever suck your balls before?" she said. He shook his head. "I'd like to suck your balls and your prick too. Do you think you'd like that?"
His eyes widened. His expression was less boyish and more manly.
"Yeah, I'd like it."
He lay down on his back and she climbed over him. For a moment she let her tits graze his crotch. She hovered over him and pressed the entire length of her body against his.
His body felt alive with energy and tension as she lay between his thighs and took his cock in her hand.
"I want you to fuck me, so if you think you're getting too excited tell me."
He closed his eyes and nodded as she slowly swirled her tongue over his cockhead. She held his balls and took his cockhead into her mouth. She left it wet and then licked all over the flared rim under his knob.
She darted her tongue tip up and down the sensitive underside of his shaft. She spit on his cock root and rubbed the moisture into his cock bush.
"I'm ... oh, shit!" he said.
She released his cock until he stopped groan-ing. Then she began licking his balls. She sucked little portions of his sack inside her lips. She wet down the hair coating his eggs.
Unable to resist, she slipped her lips halfway down his cock shaft. She released him quickly and watched his face as he struggled to main-tain his control.
"Just a little more," she said, lapping her tongue up and down the veins that pulsated on his fuckpole. She squeezed his ass and he clenched it and she moved her fingers inside his asscrack.
When he grimaced she moved up over him. Caressing his balls with her knee, she ran her tongue over his nipples and rubbed her moist lips over his chest.
She kissed and licked every inch of him. She flicked her tongue tip into his navel and under his armpits. She liked the taste of him and the smell and feel. Half boy and half man. A cock is a cock . . .
"I'm dying to get fucked now," she said.
He stared at her without moving. After a moment he sat up. "I guess I'll get on top," he said.
She pulled him into her arms and kissed him. "Do it," she hissed.
She lay back and waited for him to mount her. His hand was amazingly steady as he pushed his cock into her pussy. Once his cock-head was inside, he paused. Then with a groan the rest of his cock was in her tight hot cunt.
"Oh, baby," she said, wrapping her arms and legs around him. "You're in and it's yummy.'
"Oh, shit, yeah!"
"Now move it in and out." She wiggled around under him.
"Oh, Jesus, it's slipping out."
She grabbed his prick and stuffed it back. "No, it's not. It's just that I'm so wet and excited. Now move it in and out. Oh, yes, like that. That's the way. You're exciting me so. Your cock is touching all my most sensitive spots. Oh, yes, do that! Do it there! Oh, God, yes, that's good!"
She rode him and it was good. The foreplay had excited her. The fucking was wonderful. The boy was a little clumsy, but he was hot. In his zeal to bring himself off he was giving her a terrific fuck.
They moved together and the bedsprings creaked and Tina forgot the outside world. She pulled his head down and kissed him. She hungrily sucked his tongue into her mouth and captured it between her teeth. He grabbed her ass and humped up and down and she writhed around under him.
She felt her cunt contract around his cock. His balls felt full and heavy as they banged against her ass.
She bit his lower hp and drew blood when she came. And she brought him along with her.
His jism shot into her and his cock split her in two. It felt like a spear inside her and she rocked her ass under him as he emptied his balls.
When it was over, he collapsed on top of her. She held him in her arms and felt his heart beat. She stroked his back and shoulders. He was soaked with perspiration and she smiled as she ran her fingers over his sweaty skin.
CHAPTER FIVE
"This drink really hits the spot," Wendy said as the two women shared a pitcher of bloody mary's. Wendy had dropped by after work to borrow some eggs and Tina invited her to stay for dinner.
"I like them in warm weather like this," Tina said.
Wendy slipped her shoes off and brought her feet onto the sofa. "I'm bushed. My boss really put me through the wringer today."
Tina thought Wendy had never looked better. She'd known the brunette for about five years. In that time she'd seen countless men walk in and out of Wendy's house at all hours of the day and night. Wendy was what used to be called a swinger and Tina both admired and envied her.
"Do you ever get tired of working?" Tina said.
Wendy took a big gulp of her drink. "Sure, but it puts bread on the table."
"Don't you want to get married again?"
Wendy rolled her eyes. "No way."
Tina refilled their glasses from the frosty pitcher and lit a cigarette. "Sometimes I envy women who aren't married." She pushed her hair back. "But I'd sure hate to pound a typewriter all day."
"When I'm sick of it, I'll quit and get another job," Wendy said.
"But you have no security."
Wendy smiled and wrinkled her nose. "And you do, I suppose?"
"My security is Ralph, is what you're saying."
"Yes, and I've tried marriage, remember? The best thing about it was I own my house.
At least the part that isn't mortgaged. And being married taught me that I like being single. Got anything to nibble?"
Tina went to the kitchen for some potato chips. When she returned, they resumed their conversation.
"I admire your nerve," Tina said. "Some-times I wonder what it would be like to be single again."
Wendy nodded her head vigorously. "It's okay, kid. The sex is great, if you know where to look for it. And if a guy you're dating gets complacent you look for someone else." She grinned. "Hell, when I was married I practically lived like a nun. Never again. At least not until I'm old and grey."
"I think Ralph's got a mistress," Tina said.
Wendy raised her eyebrows. "I hope you're not dumb enough to be faithful."
"Don't worry, I'm not." They didn't talk for a few minutes. Each sat deep in thought.
"What do you think of Jeff Clark?" Wendy said with a grin.
"I think he's cute."
"I fucked him once. Have you ever been tempted?"
"More than tempted. I fucked him too."
They laughed. Two friends who had fucked the same boy. Tina felt very close to Wendy at that moment.
"What's for supper?" Wendy said after a while.
"I hadn't thought about it yet. Maybe I'll order a pizza."
"Sounds good to me."
"Here's the rest of the bloody mary." Tina nibbled a potato chip. "I never told anyone else I fucked Jeff."
"I figured you tried him out by now. When was it?"
"A few weeks ago."
Wendy piled her hair on top of her head and let it fall down around her shoulders again. "I'd like to wrap my hair around his cock right now.
"I'd like to wrap my mouth around it," Tina giggled.
After they had polished off another pitcher of bloody mary's Tina ordered a pizza. When it arrived, they gobbled it up, switching to beer and gossiping about their neighbors.
"I think that old bat in the corner house fucks her dogs," Wendy said.
"She looks like a dried up prune."
"You never can tell about those pruny looking types."
When the last of the pizza was gone, Tina broke open a fresh bottle of brandy. It was Ralph's favorite and she enjoyed spilling it onto the table when she poured two glasses full.
She sat down on the sofa next to Wendy and took a big sip. "I think I'm drunk," she said.
Wendy snickered. "What the hell, why not?"
"You're the only woman I really enjoy talk-ing to."
"Thanks. I'm having a good time too."
"Getting back to marriage, don't you ever run out of eligible men to date?"
Wendy smirked. "The woods are full of them if you know where to look."
"But don't you worry about winding up with some nut?"
Wendy shook her head. "I can take care of myself."
"Sometimes I still enjoy being married to Ralph."
"Even knowing he's fucking someone else?"
"But I am too."
"You just did it to get even."
"Yeah, you're right."
Tina suddenly felt morose. Sometimes booze had that effect on her. After two or three drinks she became happy. After six or seven she wanted to cry.
"Did I say something wrong?" Wendy said. "No," Tina hiccupped. "I'm sorry." Her words slurred.
"Now I'm in the mood to fuck," Wendy said. "Sorry, I can't help you out there."
"Don't be too sure."
"Say, what about dessert?" Tina said thickly.
"Did you hear what I said?" Wendy said.
"Yeah, you said don't be too sure." When Tina digested Wendy's words, she giggled. "I think you're putting me on."
"Listen, I don't believe in going to bed horny. I believe in creative sex. And your mouth looks mighty creative to me." Her big dark eyes searched Tina's face. Tina stopped giggling. "Let's fuck," Wendy said.
Tina flinched. "You've got to be kidding."
Wendy touched her cheek. "You're drunk and I'm drunk and we're both horny. Come on. Let's get into bed and bring each other off."
"My God, you're not kidding."
Wendy jumped off the sofa and moved to the stairs. She peeled her belt off and began un-buttoning her blouse.
"Don't tell me you're not horny!" she said.
Tina followed her out of the room and up the stairs. "I'm horny, but I don't know about this."
Wendy pulled her blouse open and wiggled her ass. "By the time I'm through with you you'll be a convert to pussylove."
"Jesus Christ!" Tina hissed under her breath.
When they entered the bedroom, Wendy flopped down on the bed. "Mmmmm, nice," she said, stretching.
Tina stood at the foot of the bed and gazed at her. "I guess I could try it once," she said, slowly climbing onto the bed.
"Now you're talking," Wendy said, wiggling out of her skirt. "We've been leading up to it all night. Don't tell me we haven't."
The brunette was down to her bra and panties and she reached for Tina. "Touch my tits," she said. "If you don't cream your jeans when you touch them, I'll . . . hey, take it easy!"
Tina lay on her belly and caressed Wendy's boobs. She slipped her bra straps down and touched the bulge at the top of each tit.
"So this is what turns men on," Tina whispered. "No wonder. It's turning me on too."
Wendy's eyes blazed. "I told you!"
Tina devoured her with her eyes and gently fondled her boobs. She felt the stiffness of her nipples. Wendy gazed at her with a sultry smile.
"Take my bra off and kiss my tits," she said.
Her voice had dropped to a whisper as Tina pulled the lacy cups off her tits. When her bra was off, Tina licked her lips convulsively. She brought her mouth down to Wendy's chest and sucked one of her pink nipples between her lips.
Wendy cradled Tina's head and hugged her. "I knew you were hot," she said.
"I never thought I'd ever do this." Tina lapped her tongue around and around Wendy's big tits.
"You're making me hot, girl," Wendy said, writhing her ass on the bed. "I'm getting so damn wet. Wanna feel? My cunt's flooding."
Tina felt her own pussy moisten and throb. Wendy's tit skin was velvety smooth. As smooth as a man's cock.
She sighed and touched her lips to Wendy's cleavage. Wendy held her head and lovingly caressed her hair.
Suddenly Tina found herself being undressed. She sat passively while Wendy removed her clothes and she barely breathed when Wendy pressed her lips to her tits.
The wildeyed brunette clutched Tina's tits and fondled her nipples. Tina felt herself floating in space. Wendy's fingers probed persistently. Her eyes smoldered.
"Have you honestly never been sucked by another woman?" Wendy said.
"No, of course not."
Tina gazed into Wendy's eyes. Wendy fondled her tits lovingly. "Don't be scared," Wendy said. "I was scared my first time too."
"I'm not scared." As she spoke, Tina real-ized it was true. She wasn't frightened. She was eager.
Wendy grinned. "Some women are free spirits. Some aren't. I'm glad you live next door to me."
Tina closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of Wendy's tongue on her nipple.
"You look so beautiful right now," Wendy said.
"It feels blissful."
"I wish you could see yourself. It really turns me on to see you like this."
Tina writhed her ass on the bed. "I like that."
Wendy fluttered the tip of her tongue over Tina's tits. She used light feathery strokes of her tonguetip.
"Tell me what you like and what you don't like. There's no point in fucking another woman if you don't get what you want."
Wendy continued clutching and licking her tits. Tina moaned from time to time. She was totally aroused and felt weak with need.
With a groan, Wendy lowered her head and took one of Tina's spikey nipples into her mouth. Tina caressed her dark hair and opened her legs. She felt her pussy lubricate and her clit throb. She closed her legs and opened them again. Amazingly she came as Tina vibrated the tip of her tongue over her right nipple.
The horny blonde shrieked as Wendy moved to her left tit. She pumped her ass off the bed. She wanted Wendy to kiss her pussy, but didn't want to ask for it.
Wendy continued kissing and licking her tits for a long time. She caressed one boob with her hand and used her lips and tongue and teeth on the other. No man had ever taken this much time to make love to Tina's tits. She found she loved it.
Tina slowly gyrated her hips and thrust her tits against Wendy's eager mouth. Wendy bit down on her nipples and Tina moaned her approval.
"You want me to suck you, don't you?" Wendy said. "Yes."
"Why didn't you ask?"
"Because I'm having such a good time."
They kissed, tongues dueling and lips hotly caressing. For the first time Tina realized they were both equally naked.
Wendy sat back on her haunches and gazed down at Tina's snatch. She licked her lips and Tina blushed. She tried closing her legs, but Wendy pushed them apart again.
She hovered over Tina and they lay on their sides facing each other. They kissed and fondled and touched. All the while their tongues were active. Wendy's kisses took Tina's breath away.
Every nerve ending in Tina's body tingled. So this is what it's like to make love with another woman, she thought.
It was Tina who wound up on top, hungrily kissing and caressing Wendy's tits. Wendy's nipples were huge. Tina filled her mouth with them and swabbed her tongue on the firm underside of the brunette's tits. "You're driving me crazy!" Wendy hissed. "What do you think you're doing to me?"
Then Tina found herself stretched out on her back. Wendy climbed between her legs and dropped her lips to Tina's belly.
She licked her way around Tina's navel and buried her face in the bristly forest between her legs.
"Oh, Jesus!" Tina hissed. "Oh, my God!"
Wendy used her tongue all over Tina's muff. Tina moaned continuously and caressed and fondled her own tits.
"Your pussy smells sweet," Wendy said.
"Does it?"
"Mmmmm, yes, I love it." Wendy opened her lips wide and plastered them over Tina's slit She tongued the moist folds of Tina's cunt and probed her tongue against her cunthole. She licked her clit again and again. Tina shoved wantonly at the other woman's greedy mouth.
Wendy held Tina's cuntlips open and licked all over the inside of her twat. She paid special attention to her clit. Oh, it was heaven!
Now Tina lay still while the dark haired woman made love to her clit and cunthole. She went from one to the other. The stimulation was overwhelming.
Wendy dipped her tongue into Tina's pussy and rubbed her nose over her clit. Tina's strong I. thighs crashed over Wendy's head. She exploded in orgasm.
Still, Wendy didn't stop. Tina raised her head and gazed down at the brunette's sucking mouth. Wendy looked wild and Tina lay back, helpless and completely seduced.
"Don't you ever get tired?" Tina said.
Wendy flicked her tongue back and forth over her love button. "In a hurry for your turn?"
"I'm getting my turn."
"Your turn is coming. If you think you love this, wait until we change places."
Tina came again and stopped thinking about what Wendy had said. She arched her back and shoved her cunt hard against Wendy's mouth.
After a few more moments of oral stimula-tion Wendy stretched out on her back and smiled. "Now it's your turn," she said.
Tina was amazed at how eager she was to taste Wendy's cunt. She crouched between Wendy's thighs, but Wendy was masturbating frantically and she didn't want to disturb her.
Wendy's tits flopped around as she fingered her pussy. She quickly brought herself off and then giggled.
"That was for starters," she said.
Tina climbed over her and kissed her. She amazed herself with her eagerness. She felt no compunction about going down on another woman. She wanted it and needed it at this moment in her life.
They embraced, tit to tit and cunt to cunt. Their arms and legs became entwined and they kissed hungrily.
Raw hot desire raged through Tina. She felt strange wonderful sensations and thought wild thoughts. At one point she moved her leg between Wendy's thighs and felt the wetness of her cunt.
When they finally broke apart, Tina feasted on Wendy's tits and aggressively ate her pussy. She needed no urging. She loved it.
She tongued Wendy's pungent tasting split and wrapped her arms around her ass. She buried her face in Wendy's essence and loved her until Wendy begged her to stop.
CHAPTER SIX
Ralph became bolder. He came home with makeup on his shirts and shorts and didn't bother hiding it.
Tina no longer cared. When he announced that he was going on a business trip that would keep him away from home for three days, she was glad. She had never spent the entire night with another man. Now she would have the op-portunity to awaken next to her lover. Not that she had one lover. To the contrary, she had dozens. Most of them were one night stands. Some she saw regularly, once or twice a week.
She was adept at picking up men who were clean and respectable and who were just out looking for a lay. They found her too. It amaz-ed her at how easy it was once you had your sexual antenna up.
One day she was having a cup of coffee in a trendy little cafe. There were office workers at most of the tables and a few men who were sitting alone with their coffee and briefcases.
She concentrated on the one with the crag-giest face. He was about forty or forty five and he had a full shock of thick curly hair and an intersting face.
She ordered espresso coffee and stared at the man until he glanced up and met her eyes. He nodded slightly and she smiled. He returned his attention to his book.
She liked the way he was dressed. He wore a corduroy jacket and no tie. His face was in-telligent and she decided he wasn't a business-man. He had to be something else, maybe a writer.
She found out when the waitress told her someone wanted to meet her. "He's a pro-fessor," the waitress said. "Kind of cute too, don't you think?"
Tina nodded and turned toward the man. He smiled and she continued sipping her espresso.
In a moment he joined her at her table. He extended his hand. "The name's Doug," he said.
She introduced herself. Words didn't seem necessary. He told her he was a history professor at the local college. He said he was through working for the day and asked if she'd like to take a drive.
She paid her check and they left the cafe. They both knew what would happen. She would go somewhere with him and they would fuck. No last names and no pretense. They were com-ing together for one reason and one reason only-sex.
His car was an old Ford. His manners were impeccable. His eyes glittered.
On closer inspection he looked older. That only made him more attractive to Tina. He reminded her of a favorite uncle of hers. Anyway, older men were good lovers. They had the experience, they were not in a hurry and they wanted to please the woman.
She sat near the door as he drove off. He patted the seat next to him. "Come here and let's get acquainted," he said.
She slid across the seat and he draped his arm around her shoulder.
"Do you do this often?" she said.
"You mean pick up strange women?"
"Yes."
"I could counter that question with a ques-tion."
Tina breathed easily. She felt no shame. "I do it often."
He whistled and placed a hand on her knee. "An honest woman. How refreshing."
"I don't believe in lying."
He moved his hand between her legs as he drove onto the freeway. "Go on."
"Just that. When you lie you have to remember too much."
He moved her skirt up to the middle of her thighs. "You don't mind if I touch you?" His fingers slid inside her panties and touched her cunt.
"No." Her voice quavered and her heart pounded. It was daylight and he was fingering her pussy!
"You're dying for it, aren't you?" he said as he touched the molten lava that was her pussy.
"I guess you could say that."
"I could," he said, craning his neck and changing lanes.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning. "You don't waste any time, do you?" she said.
He flicked her clit with a fingertip. He chuckl-ed pleasantly. "Don't believe in it."
She closed her eyes and felt the breeze on her face. Here she was in the middle of a freeway with a stranger's finger up her pussy. How crazy everything had become!
When traffic slowed down, he left his finger in her pussy. "People can see us," she said.
"You love it," he said, driving in low. "Don't play coy. You want to be watched while you get your pussy diddled."
"Maybe you're right," she said. She cream-ed around his finger as he probed her hot cunthole.
Not for the first time she noticed the mass bet-ween his legs. He wore his pants unfashionably loose, but there was no denying the bulge in his fly.
He removed his hand from her twat and clut-ched the steering wheel. "Touch my cock," he said as he gunned the motor.
She moved her hand between his legs. He shifted around on the seat. Inside his pants there lurked a big cock. She had become an expert on guessing the size of a prick just by feeling it through a man's clothes.
He patted her head and kissed her forehead. "Take it out," he said.
"Here?"
"Yes, here."
His matter of fact tone made her feel silly. It had been ages since she'd given a blowjob in a car. She was eager to have his prick in her mouth, so why wait?
Her eyes on the road, she yanked his zipper down and slipped her hand inside his fly. His shorts were in the way, but she quickly fixed that by finding the opening and moving her hand over bare flesh.
The first thing she touched was hair. Thick, curly, bristly hair that covered his balls. Then she felt his cock jutting up and she curled her fingers around it.
"Play with it a while and then suck it," he said.
She glanced around. The other drivers paid no attention. Anyway, she didn't care. She'd never see them again.
She touched his big cockhead and felt the moisture in the tip.
She smeared it over his knob and circled two fingers around the rim.
He widened the spread of his legs and picked up speed. It was obvious that he liked being on display with an attractive younger woman. He seemed to be trying to call attention to them every time he sounded the horn unnecessarily.
"Take it in your mouth," he said. "I have to get down on the floor."
"No, you don't. Just lean over."
She slid over on the seat and lowered her head. He was right. Still seated, she managed to swipe her tongue over his pricktip.
"Come on, a little more," he said and she closed her lips over his cockhead. "That's the girl," he said. "I knew you could do it."
She found herself wanting to impress him with her prowess. She sucked more of his shaft into her mouth and lapped her tongue over his knob. If anyone was watching she didn't care. She became absorbed in the sucking.
He whistled almost continually as she suck-ed him. She didn't try to mouth fuck him. The position was too uncomfortable. But the lick-ed all over his prick and balls and wet down his thick cockbush with her hungry tongue.
"I'll bet your pussy is a swamp," he said.
"Where are we going?"
"I know a place. Don't make me come. I want to stay hard."
He took hold of one of her tits and squeezed it hard. She slid the ring of her lips down his shaft and kept going until his cockbush tickled her nose.
Struggling to breathe, she moved her lips back and forth over his rod. He moved his free hand over her ass and stroked her.
She couldn't see, but at one point he pulled off the freeway. His cock was fully erect and it was awesomely large.
There was no way she could take the whole thing into her mouth, but she tried. She held her breath and bobbed her head up and down.
"You know how to pleasure a man," he said, fondling her ass.
The maturity of the man! He maintained his control throughout her assault on his cock.
She ran kisses all over his fuckpole and after a while she realized the car wasn't moving. He lifted her head and kissed her. "We're here," he said.
She looked around. They were parked in front of what looked like a mobile home. He leaned across her and opened the door. She scrambled out and met him at the entrance to the house.
Once inside he began feeling her up. His hands were all over her and his cock jutted out of his fly and stabbed her.
"This place belongs to a friend of mine," he said. "There's a bed in the next room."
She moaned and closed her eyes as his hands roamed over her horny body. His touch took her breath away. He touched her as no man ever had.
When he kissed her, he used his tongue on her lips and inside her mouth. It felt like a flam-ing spear.
He seemed to be more interested in giving than receiving pleasure. More turned on by her passion than his own.
"I want you very hot," he said, kneading her boobs and french kissing her.
"Yes," she whispered weakly.
"What's your favorite position?"
"All of them."
He chuckled. "I thought as much."
He opened her blouse and she pushed it off her shoulders. When her bra was unhooked, he filled his hands with her tits and rubbed his moist lips over the tips.
When she reached for his cock, he told her not to touch him. "Just let me make love to you for now," he said.
He guided her to a doorway and stopped. She leaned against the wall and he knelt down and buried his face against her belly.
He kissed her through her clothes. She felt his warm breath on her pussy and his fingers on her ass.
When she next glimpsed his face, he was flushed with excitement. They entered the bedroom and he told her to get undressed.
He stayed dressed and watched her. His face lit up as she stripped down to her panties. Then he undressed. He was slim and trim. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his sex.
She scrambled out of her panties and he join-ed her on the bed. She instinctively reached for his prick. He drew her into his arms and kissed her.
"You're lovely," he said.
She trembled at his touch. She melted against him when he moved his lips from her mouth and down to her throat and then to her tits.
She tugged his shorts down and skinned his dick. He thrust his tongue deep inside her throat.
He guided her onto her back and hovered over her. He hefted her tits and squeezed them around his face.
Because her legs were wide spread she felt the weight of his body on her snatch. She moaned as he roughly sucked her tits. She even liked the slight pain he inflicted. "You're trembling," he said. "I know." She combed her fingers through his thick curly hair.
"Your skin is like velvet." As he spoke he sucked her nipples. "Oh, I love it when you do that!" His hands and lips and tongue were every-where. When he finally touched the hot triangle between her legs, she barely breathed.
Instead of zeroing in on her cunt, he took his time. He ran a series of kisses over her inner thighs. He licked and nibbled and caressed and never once touched her cunt.
She moved her hands to her pussy and touch-ed herself. "That's right," he said. "Make love to yourself."
She rubbed her clit and moved one finger up and down the scalloped edges of her cuntlips. He fluttered his tongue into her asscrack and tasted her asshole.
He thrust what felt like his entire fist into her asshole. She gasped and rolled her hips. She masturbated in a frenzy as he frigged her ass.
He finally lapped his tongue up and down her cuntslit. She felt his warm breath on her finger and withdrew her hand. He grabbed her hand and pushed it back and she continued masturbating.
He licked her cuntfolds and asscrease and when she least expected it he straddled her. But instead of fucking her, he shifted upward and with a grunt plunged his prick into her mouth.
He sat on her chest and rammed his prick in and out of the moist ring of her lips.
"Suck it!" he hissed.
She held her head perfectly still and let him fuck her mouth. His muscular legs framed her face and she glanced up and felt his balls on her chin.
With total control, he moved his cock in and out of her mouth. At intervals he fed her only his cockhead. Then with a lunge he stroked all the way into her throat.
She dragged her lips over his cockshaft when he pulled out. She raised her legs and squeezed her thighs together. What a fuck!
She wondered if he was going to come in her mouth. As much as she wanted it, she felt a twinge of disappointment. She wanted him to fuck her. Nothing, but nothing took the place of having a good stiff boner in your cunt.
He moved around abruptly and nestled his cock inside her cleavage. He fucked her tittunnel and lubricated it with his precome juice.
"I want you," he said in a husky voice. "I want you too," she said.
He lowered himself on top of her and pulled her over him. They kissed and he effortlessly pushed her up and kissed her tits.
Then he rolled over again and landed on top of her. He didn't put his full weight on her, but merely mounted her and prepared to fuck her.
He took his prick in his fist and thrust it in-side her cuntlips. He used his thumb on her clit and she sighed hoarsely.
"Come," he said, rubbing his thumb over her clit.
She came, crashing through an orgasm she would never forget.
When she recovered, he entered her. She soared toward another climax at once and rais-ed her ass to meet him half way.
His cock felt like a piece of steel inside her. It was big, but he had entered her quickly. He corkscrewed in and out and his bristly brush rasped aginst her clit. She lost track of her orgasms.
He ripped into her again and again. He seem-ed to be splitting her in two. When she thought she could take no more, she began climbing toward yet another climax. And so it went un-til he spilled his essence into her.
She had never felt such contentment before. Long after he stopped thrusting she lay in a peaceful glow, wrapped in his arms.
She wanted to stay with him forever. She wanted to wake up in the middle of the night and find him inside her.
"My husband's out of town," she said.
He touched her cheek and smiled sadly. "I must get home."
She reached for him and they kissed one last time. She realized she had no idea what his name was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
One day Wendy invited Tina to dinner. Since Ralph was supposedly working late that night, Tina accepted. Wendy told her to be prepared for a surprise. Before Tina had a chance to ques-tion her the brunette hung up.
Weeks before Wendy had said something about having a threesome with one of her boyfriends. Tina had agreed to it and now she realized that was the surprise.
Tina spent the day at home, polishing her nails and pampering her body. She wondered what Wendy's friend looked like. Wendy had so many men moving in and out of her life. What kind of man would agree to making love to two women at once? A man with a lot of con-fidence, that's who.
A stud, Tina giggled as she applied crimson polish to her toenails. A hardcocked stud.
After she showered she rubbed lotion into her body. She used a dab of Vaseline on her nip-ples to make them shiny. On an impulse she added a touch of lipstick to her nipples to darken them.
The day went slowly and by six o'clock Tina was horny and anxious. She applied her makeup carefully and dressed.
She realized that she was dressing to compete with Wendy. There would be two of them and only one man. She wanted to stand out. Whoever the man was she wanted him to prefer her.
When she saw Wendy drive up, she moved away from the window. She didn't want to see the man just yet. She deliberately waited ten minutes. Then she walked across the yard and knocked on her door.
Her heart pounded as she waited for Wendy to appear. Was the man young or old? Short and fat or tall and slim?
Ten minutes later she was seated on Wendy's sofa with a drink in her hand and a man's hand on her thigh.
His name was Paul. He was about thirty and built well. But it was his eyes that drew her. His eyes were dark and penetrating. His eyes were heavy with sex.
"What do you like?" he said. "I know what Wendy likes, but what do you like?"
Tina looked toward Wendy who was casual-ly undressing. "What are you doing?" Tina hissed at her friend.
Wendy paused before removing her sweater. "I don't have to play games with Paul. He knows why we're here."
"Tell me what you like?" Paul repeated, his hand slowly creeping up Tina's thigh.
Tina felt confused and uncertain. "I don't know what to say ..."
"Shall I guess?" he said. "Okay."
Wendy was down to her bra and panties and she moved across the room and onto Paul's lap.
"Get up, lover, and let's get on a bed," Wendy said.
Paul winked at Tina. "This is one horny woman," he said, he eyes mentally undressing her.
Once they entered Wendy's bedroom, Paul stretched out and Wendy hovered over him. She began undressing him and turned to Tina with a grin.
"Help me," she said.
Tina removed his shoes and socks and then with a rush of excitement she unzipped his fly.
"I know what you like," he said as she struggled to pull his pants down.
"What?" Tina said.
"You like to fuck and suck."
Wendy chuckled. "Who the fuck doesn't?"
His cock wasn't hard, but it was nice and big. Tina crawled over him and yanked his shorts down.
"Come here," he said in a gruff voice. He hiked her skirt up and moved his hands over her ass. "Kiss me," he said and she plastered her lips over his.
She was surprised at the intensity of his kisses. He rolled over until he landed on top of her.
"What do you like?" he said again, pawing her tits.
"You know what I like." She didn't know where Wendy was and didn't much care. "Do you take it in the ass?"
"Yes."
"Do you swallow?"
"Do you?"
He smiled. "What's to swallow?"
"Cuntjuice."
"How about a beer?" Wendy said, climbing onto the bed.
Tina hadn't noticed her disappearance and she suspected Paul hadn't either. Now they each took a can of beer from her hand and began drinking.
"Your friend here is okay," he said.
Tina was still fully dressed, but her clothes were disheveled and her hair wild. Her uncer-tainty and confusion were gone. She was eager to begin fucking.
Paul held his cold can of beer against her thigh. "I'm going to fuck your socks off."
Wendy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Are you going to fuck my socks off too?" she purred.
"Yeah, sure." But his voice was listless when he spoke to her.
Tina hid her smile behind her beer can. It was obvious that Paul preferred her to Wendy. She watched Wendy unhook her bra and draw he flimsy cups away from her big tits.
"Here," Wendy said, thrusting her tits in Paul's face, "have a suck."
"I want Tina's," he said.
Tina sat still while he undressed her. When her tits were freed from her bra, she sucked one into his mouth.
Wendy lay on her side and watched them. "Listen, I didn't plan this party so you two could fuck without me."
"I'll get to you," Paul said. "She's got big ones."
"Mine are big too."
Paul's eyes bore into Tina's. Out of the cor-ner of her eye Tina could see Wendy playing with her nipples.
Paul gently pushed Tina down on her back and climbed over her. He covered her body with his and kissed her.
He squeezed and mauled her tits and she forgot about Wendy. Her panties were still on, but she felt Paul's stiffening cock spear her belly.
Suddenly Paul released her and turned to Wendy. Now she was the onlooker, watching Paul slide his hands under Wendy's ass and french her.
It was a funny sensation, being one of two women in a threesome. She remembered John and George and decided she liked those odds better.
Still, there was something very erotic about watching Paul make love to Wendy. He buried his face against her tits and Wendy rolled her head from side to side.
"He's a lover," Wendy said.
"So I see," Tina said.
"And he hasn't really gotten started yet."
Tina lay on her side and watched them make love. She felt left out and horny, but very excited.
When Paul turned back to Tina, Wendy reached for his prick. "No, fuck me first," she said.
"Let go," he said. "I want her first."
He held his prick in his fist and moved toward Tina. Tina realized that part of the excitement of a threesome was the competition generated by the man.
Now he held his balls and his cock pointed in her direction. Together they stretched out and he pulled her against him.
"Come here, blondie," he said.
"Yes," Tina said.
She let her legs fall open as he caressed her. They both watched Wendy play with herself. He leaned over and took one of Tina's tits into his mouth and Wendy plunged a finger into her cunt.
"Go ahead and fuck her," Wendy said. "Who needs you anyway?"
Tina's blood raced as he lowered himself over her."Wrap your legs around my back," he said.
She did as he said and in a moment his cock was inside her. He fucked her for a few moments and then pulled out and rammed his prick into her mouth.
She lapped her tongue over his cockhead and tasted herself. She slid the ring of her lips halfway down his cockshaft and used her fingers to squeeze his cockroot.
"You look positively vulgar," Wendy giggled.
Wendy was finger fucking herself. Tina licked up the juice in Paul's piss slit and groaned when he plunged his prick balls deep into her mouth.
She tightened her lips around his cock root and felt his prick knob against her windpipe. She fondled the senstiive underside of his cockshaft as he slowly pulled out of her mouth.
He rubbed his balls against her chin and then plunged his prick back into her throat. Tina felt warm breath on her pussy and knew Wendy was about to kiss her there.
She loved having Wendy kiss her pussy while Paul fucked her mouth. She drooled around his fuckpole and widened the spread of her legs to accept Wendy's lips.
At the first touch of Wendy's mouth on her cunt, she began devouring Paul's dick. He us-ed her mouth now, used it like a cunt. Like a wideopen, hairy cunt. And he plunged his prick inside her mouth cunt in a frenzy and she lov-ed it.
She was eager for a mouthful of come. She wanted him filling her mouth with his seed and yet she wanted his cock in her cunt too.
Wendy stopped kissing her pussy and Paul withdrew from her mouth. When Tina sat up, she watched Paul mount Wendy and she shivered with excitement.
Wendy shouted obscenities as he entered her. Her hairy cuntlips clutched his dick and she wrapped her long legs around his back.
His cock disappeared inside Wendy's pussy. On an impulse Tina lay next to her friend and kissed her on the lips.
She frenched Wendy and caressed her tits while Paul fucked her. She no longer felt com-petitive with Wendy. She felt free and utterly sensual and enjoyed the look of rapture on Wendy's face.
Her own pussy throbbed with excitement. She loved watching Paul's cock enter and leave Wendy's widestretched cuntlips.
She kissed Wendy one last time and moved behind Paul. She clung to him as he moved back and forth. She felt like she was part of him as he fucked Wendy and she felt close to both of them.
Pressing her tit to his back, she moved with Paul as he fucked her friend. She rubbed up against him, enticing him with her big tits.
He withdrew from Wendy and turned to her. He pushed her down and entered her. Now Wendy moved behind him and ran the tip of her tongue over Jiis asscrack.
"Fuck!" he chanted as he plunged his cock into Tina's cunt.
"Yes!" she replied.
His wildly glittering eyes stared into hers. Wendy clung to his back and rubbed her tits against him.
As abruptly as he'd entered her, he withdrew from Tina's pussy and entered Wendy again. Now Tina lowered her head to his ass and pried his asscheeks open to lick his asshole.
He came then, roaring as his jism blasted in-to Wendy's cunt. Wendy cried out as she came and Tina masturbated in a frenzy until she came too.
They rested after that. The women recovered first and Wendy went down to the kitchen for more beer. While she was gone Paul put his arm around Tina and hugged her.
"You'll get the next load," he said.
Wendy returned with the beer. After Tina had sipped hers a while she crawled between Paul's legs and sucked his limp prick into her mouth.
"I like your friend," he said to Wendy.
"I told you," Wendy said.
Tina barely listened. She gobbled up his cock and licked his balls. She wanted him hard when he fucked her. She wanted his cock streaking in and out of her pussy.
A half hour later she was still sucking. Her jaws were tired, but his prick was stiff.
"Get on top," he said.
She straddled him and lowered her cunt over his prick. Wendy whispered encouragement and fingered herself while Tina pushed his cock into her cunt.
"Oh, God, I love it!" Tina breathed, sink-ing down all the way and feeling him in her belly.
He held her hips and raised his knees. She leaned against his legs and slowly bounced up and down.
"Squeeze your cunt around it," he said.
Tina squeezed her cunt around his prick. "How's that?"
"Very good," he said, his eyes boring into her tits. "Give me a tit."
She leaned over and dropped a tit into his mouth.
Wendy took one of his hands and forced it against her cunt. He manipulated her clit while he sucked Tina's tit and fucked her.
Tina paused when she thought Paul might come. She reached for her beer and sipped it until he seemed to regain control.
"She knows how to fuck," he said to Wendy.
"Will you please keep rubbing my clit," Wendy said.
They all laughed at the intensity in Wendy's voice. Tina rolled over onto her side, careful to hold onto Paul's cock, nevertheless it slipped out of her cunt and he chuckled as he rolled on top of her. "Give me your ass," he said. Tina tilted her ass up, but he moved back. "What's wrong?" she said.
"Get on your hands and knees. I want to come in from behind."
She gave him what he wanted. He wasted no time in entering her asshole. It hurt, but even the pain was a turnon.
Wendy had produced a dildo from some-where and was frigging herself with the cockshaped plastic. She sank the artificial cock into her cunt and watched Paul cornhole her friend.
"Jesus, his cock is all the way in your asshole," Wendy said. "Do me next, huh?"
"Sure, kid," Paul puffed. "Just keep fuck-ing yourself with that thing."
Tina glanced at Wendy. Wendy's pussy clut-ched the dildo and she pulled on her tits. The Vaseline and lipstick Tina had smeared on her nipples had long since disappeared. She wondered if anyone had noticed it.
Paul leaned over Tina's back and reached underneath to fondle her boobs. "You've got a good tight asshole," he said. "Are you going to come soon?" she said. "Do you want me to?"
Suddenly Wendy tossed the dildo aside and chmbed to her kneese next to Paul. She kissed him and his cock slipped out of Tina's asshole.
He grunted and pushed her away. Then he motioned to Tina to roll onto her back and he entered her pussy.
He closed his eyes as he pistoned his dick in and out of her pussy. She came quickly and even though her pussy snapped around Paul's cock he maintained his hard-on.
He fucked her more slowly. His balls slap-ped her ass and he entered her an inch at a time.
Her clit was so sensitive she came again. Her entire body trembled as her love button erupted.
Suddenly he pulled out and reached for Wendy's dildo. He plunged it into Tina's cunt, taking her by surprise with the force of the motion.
He moved the dildo in and out and her cunt grabbed hold of it and sucked it inside. It felt like a giant cock without balls. A giant cock, hard and cold and demanding.
When he tired of playing with her, he forced her to take his cock into her mouth. She did so gladly. She wanted him in her mouth. In her pussy and in her asshole, but especially her mouth.
While she blew him, Wendy leaned over him and kissed and licked his hairy chest. She nibbl-ed on his nipples and swiped her tongue over his belly. Tina ran the tip of her tongue over his balls and met Wendy's eyes.
Tina cupped his balls in one hand and rubb-ed her moist lips over the swollen sack. She sucked his cockhead into her mouth and again tasted her own essence.
When his pisser leaked, she licked it up. When he told her to lick his asshole, she obeyed.
"Stick your finger in there," he said and she moistened a finger and carefully inserted it in-to his asshole.
He started coming and she quickly closed her lips over his cockhead. She didn't want to miss a drop of the precious nectar.
He growled and held her head as he creamed her tonsils. When she thought he was through, he rammed his dick into her throat and dumped the rest of his load.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Now it was Ralph's turn to become suspicious. One night she arrived home late. He was in bed when she turned on the bedroom light. She was startled, but tried to behave as though nothing was wrong.
"Where were you?" he said.
"Out." She walked to the closet and pulled a nightgown from a hanger.
"It's after two o'clock," he said. "What the hell does out mean?"
Her heart turned over as she began undress-ing. "I was out, like you. You know, out."
"I was working," he said, but his words lack-ed conviction.
"Yeah, sure, and I was playing bridge with the girls," she said.
Suddenly she didn't care if things came to a head. It was time to either put a stop to both their cheating or end the marriage.
"We haven't exactly been getting along late-ly," she said, slipping her gown over her head and climbing into bed.
"Maybe we better talk," he said softly.
Suddenly Tina became frightened. "You first," she said.
"There's been another woman," he said, his eyes straight ahead as he spoke.
Tina felt a dull pain in her chest. "I know."
He turned to her. "I'm sorry, Tina. I never meant for it to happen."
"Do you love her?"
"No, I love you."
The pain disappeared. "Who is she?"
"That's not important. She's nothing to me."
Tina knew in that moment that she didn't have to admit a thing. She had the upper hand for the first time in their marriage. If she admitted to her affairs they'd be equal.
"I guessed you were seeing someone," she said.
"What about you? You were out awfully late tonight."
"I was at Wendy's and I fell asleep."
He believed it. He took her hand and smil-ed. "I knew you weren't the type of woman who'd look at another guy."
She snuggled against him when he took her into his amrs. "You won't see her any more, will you?" she said.
"No, it's over," he said, kissing her hair.
There was an awkward silence. "Who is she?" she said.
"My secretary."
"Oh, for God's sake," Tina giggled hysterically. "Couldn't you have been more original than that?"
"She quit today," he blurted out.
Tina moved out of his arms and reached for a cigarette. "Oh, so that's it. She finally had enough and now you become the great con-fessor."
Ralph took a cigarette from her pack and his fingers trembled as he struck the match. "Do you want to save our marriage or don't you?" he said.
"I'm hurt," she said. "Really hurt." As she spoke the words she realized she was telling the truth. She was hurt-and frightened too.
He pulled her against him and kissed her neck. "Let's go on like nothing happened," he said. "So we've had our troubles. Hell, who doesn't?"
She thought for a moment. He was right. What did she have to gain by arguing? She didn't want a divorce. She wanted to be a faithful wife. She only cheated to get even with him.
"I want to make it work too," she said soft-ly. He kissed the palm of her hand and each of her fingertips. "You haven't done that in years."
"Yeah, it was good then," he said.
"Maybe we can get it to work again. Maybe this was just a thing you needed to do at this time in your life."
"Let's fuck, honey," he said.
"You won't do it again, will you?"
He shook his head. "You ever cheat on me?" he said.
"No." She almost choked on the lie. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he held her close. He dropped his head to her chest and she cradled it to her tits.
He climbed on top her. His cock was hard and he tried to push it between her legs.
"Not so fast," she said. "Let's have a little foreplay."
"Fuck foreplay." He pressed himself against her and lifted her nightgown. He kissed her and she responded. But something bothered her.
"I need foreplay," she said. "If we go back to the same old way of making love we'll both wind up unhappy."
He yawned and scratched his balls. "Bring yourself off, if you need heating up. I'm bush-ed."
She groaned and turned away. "That's the problem," she said.
"Aw, hon, dont' start fighting now. We were going to try and fix things between us."
"Is your secretary a good fuck?" she said coldly.
"She's ready all the time," he said. "She doesn't bother me all the time to touch her and all that shit."
Tina gazed at him and stretched out on her back. She raised her nightgown to her waist and turned to him.
"You want me to turn myself on, I'll turn myself on."
She began masturbating with a vengeance. He stared at her as she plunged a finger into her cunt and rubbed her clit.
"Shit, you don't have to be mad," he said.
"No, I like jerking off with my husband next to me," she said. "Really, I love it. See? I'll stick two fingers into my cunt. You just rest and I'll let you know when I'm ready for that great gift that's sticking out between your legs."
He lay on his side and watched her. "You may be mad, but you're turning me on," he said.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to turn both of us on." She frigged herself and clawed at her clit.
With a groan, he climbed over her. "Here," he said, wrapping her fingers around his prick. "Try this for size."
She clutched his cock and rubbed it against her thigh. "This is where I want it," she said, hunching down and crouching between his legs.
She lay on her belly and took his prick into her mouth. She spit it out and lapped her tongue over the tip. He caressed her air. "You're still one sexy broad," he said.
"I guess that's a compliment," she said, swirling her tongue over his balls.
She opened her jaws and inhaled his cock. But as usual he became the aggressor. Now he climb-ed over her and prepared to fuck her.
"I'm not ready," she said as he shoved his cock against her twat.
"Sure you are," he said, with one thrust he was inside her.
"Oh, shit!" she said as he entered her.
"Don't tell me it's not good," he said, lower-ing himself over her and kissing her tits briefly.
Nothing has changed, she thought as she wrapped her legs around his back. The only thing that's changed is he admitted he was cheating.
He plowed into her and she tried to respond. But she saw Paul's face before, her and some of the other men she'd fucked. Ralph knew nothing of her liaisons. She could continue see-ing her lovers.
She moaned as her cunt responded to his cock. She was turning on, despite everything.
"Kiss my tits," she said and he absently licked her tits.
"Are you almost there?" he said.
"Yes," she lied. "Yes, I'm almost there."
He raised himself up as he prepared to finish up. "It's good to straighten things out, hon," he said.
"But can I trust you again?" she said.
He frowned. "Get on your knees and let me finish there," he said.
She rolled onto her hands and knees and waited. She liked this position. "Can I?" she said.
"Yeah, sure," he said, drilling his cock into her cunt. He grimaced. "Okay, that's it. I'm coming!"
With a rush his jism filled her cunt and she wriggled her ass and tried to come with him, but it was no use.
In less than a minute he was stretched out on his back with the covers up to his chin. "Good fuck, hon," he yawned, turning onto his side.
"Yeah, great," she said, turning her face to the wall.
Tomorrow, she thought. Tomorrow I'll go out and pick up a stud. Ralph can be faithful to me if he wants to. I owe him nothing.
"You mix a mean drink," Paul said as he set his empty glass on the table.
The morning after Ralph's confession Wendy's friend, Paul, telephoned. When he asked to see her, Tina quickly agreed. Now she sat next to him on the sofa in the living room and refilled his glass.
"I was surprised to hear from you," she said. She glanced meaningfully at his crotch. He wore tight blue jeans and there was no mistaking the mass between his legs.
He sipped his martini and narrowed his penetrating eyes. "Why? You're a good fuck."
"You don't mince words, do you?" she said. "Well, neither do I. You've got a very talented cock. I'm glad you called because I liked fuck-ing you."
"I know what to do with it," he said. "A guy's got to know what to do with his cock."
As he spoke he closed one hand over her tits and bent down to kiss her lips. Tina responded by stroking his chest through his shirt.
The kiss lasted a long time. His lips burned into hers and his tongue snaked into her mouth.
She thought about Ralph and their conver-sation of the night before. She wondered if he'd really remain faithful to her. She was amazed at how little she cared.
Now Paul moved his lips from hers and squeezed her tits one last time. He picked up his drink and gazed at her.
"What's with you and your old man?" She shrugged. "Why talk about that?"
"How come a goodlooking woman like you has to go looking to get fucked?"
"Because if I depended on my husband I'd be a driedup prune by now."
Paul unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He tossed it onto a chair and refilled his glass. "His loss is my gain," he said. Tina drained her glass. The conversation was making her nervous. Anyway, she wanted to fuck. She'd had enough conversation to last her a lifetime.
Paul seemed to sense her mood. He got to his feet and took her hand. "Let's go to bed," he said.
Tina ran her hand over his crotch and felt the hardness within. "Let's do that," she said, smil-ing at the thought of fucking Paul in Ralph's bed.
When they entered the bedroom, Paul drop-ped his pants and shorts. His cock was halfhard and it stuck out from his groin.
Tina began undressing. Why be coy? They both knew why they were there.
She stripped down to her bra and panties. She turned to him and he unhooked her bra and released her big tits. He peeled her panties off and she stepped out of them. He came up behind her and closed his hands over her ripe tits.
She reached back and touched his cock. She took it in her fist and squeezed it. She turned to face him and they lay down on the bed. He hovered over her, his lips welded to hers.
She couldn't keep her hands off him. She touched him everywhere. She loved the feel of his slim hips and hairy chest. She loved his muscular upper arms and sturdy thighs.
When they first met, Wendy had monopolized the party. Now she was able to study his body minutely and she liked what she saw and felt.
"You've got a meaty ass," he said. "I like meaty asses."
"It feels good when you squeeze it like that."
He jizzled her firm asscheeks. "You're a hotassed woman."
"Touch me here," she said, and he used his free hand to fondle her cunt.
The tip of his index finger traveled up and down her juicy slit. Her outer cuntlips trembled and she moistened.
She clung to his neck and shoved her tits against him. They faced each other as she flung one leg over his hip to open her pussy to his hand.
He moved his finger up and down her slit without actually shoving it inside. When she thought she'd lose her mind, he finally wedged it into her cunthole.
"Yes!" she hissed as his finger sank all the way into her pussy. She spread her thighs as he jerked his finger in and out of a fucking motion. "I want your cock inside me," she said.
He extended his tongue and flicked it into her mouth. She pumped his prick and he pulled his finger out of her gash.
His face was flushed and his fingers trembled as she jerked his cockskin up and down his fuckpole. At one point he bent down and ran his lips over her velvety inner thighs.
She moaned when he planted a kiss in the middle of her golden cunt. He licked her open cunt as she wiggled her ass.
The tip of his tongue shot into her pussy and fluttered over her clit. She writhed her ass on the bed and begged him to fuck her.
"Your old man must have left you horny last night," he said. "Please, give me your cock!" With an anguished cry she tried to force his prick into her cunt. They grappled for a moment, and he landed on top of her.
She pulled his face down and kissed him deeply. Her wandering tongue touched every nook and cranny of his mouth and her teeth nip-ped his lips.
He moved his hands under her gyrating ass and jammed a finger into her asshole. She trembled all over at the unexpected but delicious intrusion.
"I'm going to fuck your ass," he said. "You loved it last time."
"Yes, I loved it!"
"Get on your knees." He released her and she scrambled onto her hands and knees.
He moved behind her and lowered himself over her back. His cock stabbed her ass and her pussy creamed.
He guided his prick into her asscrack and rubbed the tip against her bung. She went rigid in anticipation of the penetration. Her asshole was dry and there might be pain. She didn't care.
Her asscheeks quivered as he moved his dick up and down her crease. Her tits pressed into the mattress and she rammed her ass back at his cock.
"Stick it in," she said.
"Oh, baby, will I," he said.
But first he leaned over and kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders. His teeth scraped her skin as his cockhead stood poised at the entrance to her asshole.
He balanced himself on his knees as he prepared to penetrate her. Her asshole opened wide when he shoved his cockhead in. She held her breath and then he stuffed the rest of his cock into her burning asshole.
"Oh, yes!" she wailed, clutching a pillow to her tit.
His balls pressed against her cunt as he humped her asshole. His hot rod streaked in and out and then he suddenly stopped.
After pausing to catch his breath he sent his prick soaring into her bowels. She tightened her asscheeks around him and swiveled her hips.
He gyrated his hips wildly as the fucking built up momentum. He corkscrewed one moment and slammed the next. Her ass jiggled and bounced from the pounding and the feel of his rigid dick inside her ass took her breath away.
She knew when he grunted that he was about to come. He shot forward, skewering her with his big cock.
He smashed into her as the first jet of jism filled her bowels. He jabbed her again and again until her asshole felt like a furnace and she drowned in a sea of passion.
CHAPTER NINE
"Excuse me, Miss, but you'll have to come with me."
Tina gazed at the man who had taken her arm. She was shopping in one of the most expensive department stores in town. She had a shopping bag on her arm and was just about to try on a pair of slacks when he approached her.
"Come with you where?" she said, more bewildered than apprehensive.
"Just come quietly," he said politely, but firmly. "I saw you put that blouse in your shop-ping bag. I'm the store detective. Don't make a scene and come this way."
Several shoppers standing nearby stared at her and Tina felt her face turn red. "I didn't put anything in my bag. I was just about to try on these slacks."
She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he was strong. She felt herself being dragged away from the shopping area to a bank of offices.
"Just come this way, Miss," he repeated, hustling her along.
"I don't know how that blouse got into my bag. I didn't put it there. You've got to believe me."
She felt frantic. She felt a knot in her stomach and tears well up in her eyes. She had no idea how the blouse got into her bag, but she remembered a young girl brushing up against her. She must have stolen it and then on second thought tossed it into Tina's bag.
"Listen, I think someone planted it on me," she said as the man shoved her inside a door and slammed it shut.
"The name's Ryan, Miss," he said sternly, flashing a badge. "And that's what they all say."
"Now, listen, I don't know what they all say, but you've got to believe me. I didn't take that blouse. Someone put it in my bag."
The blouse hung out of her shopping bag and the man named Ryan frowned. "You may as well admit it. I found the garment on you." He glowered at her. "I'll have to do a strip search."
"A strip search?" Her eyes darted around the room. "Here?"
He pulled out a pad of paper and began writing on it. "Here."
She studied him as he wrote. "I want to call my husband," she said. "Not until you're booked," he said. She considered making a run for it, but she wouldn't have a chance. He was fast and stood between her and the door. No, she had a better chance of reasoning with him. He was a man. Men responded to her. That was her only chance.
He stopped writing and threw the pad down on the desk. "Will you confess or do I have to take you in?" His eyes darted up and down her body. "I'll do a strip search no matter what you decide. But if you confess it'll go easier on you."
"This is crazy," she said, frantic now. "I have my rights. Why can't I call my husband?"
"Because I say so, lady," he said. "In this store, I'm in charge. You should have thought twice before you took that blouse."
"But I didn't take anything. Honest. Some girl, a young girl, brushed by me. I thought it was funny at the time. Now I realize she prob-ably stuck the blouse in my bag." She paused for breath. "Look at me. Do I look like the kind of woman who would steal a blouse?"
He smirked. "You're lying," he said. He grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm back. He drew her closer and soon she felt his breath on her neck. "Well, no matter. Take your clothes off so I can search your body cavities."
"My body cavities?" Her confusion increased. What in hell was he talking about?
"You heard me, Miss," he said, suddenly polite again. "Do I have to do it for you or are you going to strip?"
She decided to tough it out. "No. I won't undress and you can't make me."
They glared at each other. He blinked first. Still glaring at her, he reached for the telephone. "I guess I'll have to call for help," he said. A sharp pain pounded in her temples. She grabbed his arm. Her knees buckled slightly and she felt dizzy. She knew she had to do what he wanted. It was all a terrible mistake, but until it was straightened out he had the upper hand.
"I'll do what you want," she said, blinking back tears.
"That's better, Miss," he said. "I don't want to hurt you, but you must realize it's my job to catch shoplifters."
She glared at him again. "I'm not a shop-lifter." She spit the words out.
"And if I make an exception just because you're a pretty woman it could mean my neck." He totally ignored her expression of innocence.
She decided to try something else. "Listen, it's just a blouse. I'll give you fifty dollars if you'll forget the whole thing."
He picked up his pad again and wrote some-thing. "Bribing an officer," he murmured. "Oh, damn you!" she hissed. "Swearing won't help you," he said. "Listen, Miss," he said in a husky voice. "I know women like you. You come in here shopping with your big tits bouncing around. You spend your hus-band's money and when you run out you take what you want. You don't work and when the old man's too tired to fuck you go out and cheat on him. Now as far as those tits go, I like it.
Hell, I love when you women slink around here with your tits and asses swinging. But you bet-ter come up with a good reason why I shouldn't take you in and book you. I don't have all day." He folded his arms over his chest and gazed at her.
She suddenly knew what he wanted. He wanted what all men want. He wants me to blow him, she thought with a sigh of relief. He wants me to blow him, but he doesn't want to ask for it. He wants it to be my suggestion. Then he'll let me go.
Tina forced herself to smile sweetly. She thrust her chest out and watched him gaze hungrily at the provocative swell of her tits.
"Maybe we could strike some kind of deal," she said, deliberately breathing deeply to inflate her tits even more.
"Now you're talking," he said. "What kind of deal?"
She moved closer and let her tits brush his arm. "I noticed you looking at me," she said.
He hesitated, but she noticed that he was perspiring. "You've got a damn good body," he said. "Who wouldn't look?"
She took his hand and brushed her nipples against his arm. "I've been told I give a pretty good blowjob," she said.
He smiled then. Still staring into her eyes, he fumbled with his zipper. "You don't say?" he said.
She watched as he brought out his prick. As she suspected, it was hard. She licked her lips and purred.
"What a lovely cock," she said. "And it's already hard."
"Get down there and get it in your mouth."
"Oh, yes, I want to."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get on your knees, slut. If you do a good job I'll let you go."
She touched his cock lightly. "Oh, I'll do a good job," she whispered. "I'm going to start by licking up that delicious looking cream that's gushing out of the tip of your cock. Mmmmm, I can hardly wait. I just love cock juice."
He placed his hand on the back of her neck and pushed her down. "Go on," he growled, nervously eyeing the door.
She glanced at the door and then back at his cock. "I'll relax you," she said in a sultry voice. She closed her fingers around his prick and he sank down onto a nearby chair.
He widened the spread of his legs and grabbed his pricktrunk. He squeezed it, forcing his cockhead to pulsate angrily.
"Get your mouth on it," he said hoarsely. "Get your mouth on it and suck it good before I change my mind and take you in."
She crouched before him. Her cheeks warm and her heart pounding, she knew she had to do what he wanted.
She faced his swaying, twitching cock and heavy looking balls. She took his blue veined cockshaft in her hand and moved the loose skin up and down. Several drops of whitish cream oozed out of his jizzslit and she opened her mouth to lick it off.
Her first licks were tentative, but in a moment she found herself clasping her lips hungrily around the thickness under his cockknob.
Her cheeks caved in and her nostrils flared as she slurped and sucked on the spongy head of his dick.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed, holding her head with both hands and thrusting his fingers into her hair.
He held her head more firmly against his prick as she sucked. She moaned with hot desire.
She tightened the grip of her lips on the flared rim under his knob. She slid her lips down and then up again. She used her fingers to jerk him off and licked his bloated, oozing cockhead.
She felt her pussy grow moist and hot and her cheeks flush. Her hair clung damply to her forehead. What kind of woman gets turned on this way? she thought.
"I'd sure like a better look at those tits," he breathed.
"What?" She sucked half of his fuckpole into her mouth.
"Open those buttons and let me see your titties."
Still sucking his cock, she unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bra covered tits. He forced her to relase his cock from her mouth and he gazed down at her cleavage.
"Yeah, take 'em out," he said in a hoarse voice.
She removed her blouse and reached back to unhook her bra. When her tits bounced free, he grabbed them and squeezed their milky whiteness.
He knew she was excited. His eyes glittered as he squeezed her boobs. She tried to hide her arousal, but it was no use. He knew. They both knew.
Suddenly he released her tits and pushed her head down between his legs. She took his prick back into her mouth and swallowed around the tip.
"You're hot, slut," he said. "You broads are all alike. Hot bitches is what you are."
She ignored his words. She sucked eagerly on his dick. The best way to keep him happy was to give him a good blowjob. His insults no longer bothered her. They were only words.
Her hungry lips manipulated his prick. Her teeth dragged lightly over his shaft and her tongue fondled and caressed his manhood. Her fingers were busy too. She used them to play with his balls and comb through his cockbush.
"You're a cocksucker, okay," he said, lac-ing his fingers in her golden curls and pressing them into her scalp.
She slid her lips back and forth over his rod. She felt his balls grow swollen. Soon she would have a mouthful of jism.
Suddenly he pushed her head away and rose up. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants.
"I decided to fuck you," he said. "Bend over the desk."
She got to her feet, her knees trembling and her head throbbing. She had no choice but to do as he said.
She backed away, wiping a drop of jizz from her lips. "Then will you let me go?" she said.
"Yeah," he said, his upper hp curling nastily. "If you're as good a fuck as you are a cocksucker."
She lifted her skirt and slowly peeled her pan-ties down. He glanced nervously about, his eyes darting from her tits to her cunt.
"That's enough, that's enough, just your pants is enough. Now bend over. Let's not make a production out of it."
She tucked her panties into her purse and leaned against the desk with her ass in the air. She hear him muttering and she turned her head to gaze back at him. "That's some ass you've got there." She tossed her hair back over one shoulder. "Just get it over with. Forget the conversation."
He moved behind her, snickering nastily. "Let's watch that mouth, lady. I can still take you in and book you."
"I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that nothing like this has ever happened to me before." What she didn't say was that her cunt was wet with excitement. She was horny for a good hard fuck.
She wiggled her ass as she crouched over the desk. He grasped her asscheeks in his hands. ."Lady, my cock is so hard, you wouldn't believe it."
She expected him to start fucking, but instead he thrust his hand between her legs and felt her up.
"Well, look who's turned on," he chuckled, fingering her snatch. "If this isn't a horny pussy I don't know what is."
"Oh, go on and fuck me!" she hissed, wrig-gling her ass and widening the spread of her legs.
He spread her asscheeks with his strong hands and a moment late she felt his cock slide deliciously into her pussy.
"Oh, you're in," she sighed, throwing her head back. "I feel your cock all the way inside me and it's good. Real good."
With one last convulsive thrust he buried his prick deep inside her. He grunted and began fucking her with savage strokes of his ramrod stiff prick.
He grabbed her tits and pounded her. "It's good, bitch," he said. "You're a good fuck, you know it?"
She whimpered as he pummeled her. She rammed her ass back and met him stroke for stroke. At one point she covered his hands with hers while he kneaded and squeezed her tits. She responded as if he were her lover and in fact he was.
"It feels so good," she whispered. "Oh, God, Ryan, it feels so damn good."
Every inch of his cock was inside her now. His balls slapped her clit with every thrust and the stimulation drove her over the brink to sex-ual oblivion.
He humped her frantically after she came. He squeezed her tits unmercifully and pistoned his prick into her spasming pussy.
"Cocksucking slut," he whispered in her ear. You love it, slut. Tell me you love it."
"I love it," she cried. "Yes, I love it." Her cunt gurgled as he pounded her. His balls felt right and full and then he was coming and filling her with his sticky spunk.
When he was through, he made her suck his cock again, but she didn't mind. She sank to her knees in front of him and held his balls while she took his fuckedout prick into her mouth.
"You can have the damn blouse," he hissed. "You worked for it, so you can have it."
CHAPTER TEN
Six months later she ran into Jeff Clark in the parking lot of a local shopping mall.
"I haven't seen you at Wendy's," she said.
"I don't work for her any more." He had grown taller and more muscular.
"Are you still in high school?"
"Naw, I'm out."
She shifted her package to her free arm. She no longer carried shopping bags, not after her experience with Ryan.
She found out later that he wasn't a detec-tive and he didn't even work for the store. He had pulled the same trick on a dozen other women before someone finally reported him to the police. She'd read in the paper that he was now in jail serving two years for rape.
Now she gazed at Jeff. She remembered the few times they'd made it together and how sweet it had been.
"Do you have plans for the rest of the day?" she said.
He grinned. "No."
"Want to come home with me? We can have lunch or something."
"Sure."
They talked as they walked to her car. She loaded her package into the back seat and they climbed in.
He sat on the far side of the seat, but draped his arm on her side. She glanced at him.
"You're growing up, Jeff," she said. "I guess you probably have a girlfriend now."
"No one special."
"We had some nice times together."
He snickered. "Yeah."
"Are you going to college in the fall?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I should give you a graduation pres-ent, shouldn't I?"
"If you want to."
"What shall I give you?" She glanced at him and giggled. "Let's try and think of something we'll both enjoy."
"Can we fuck?" he said.
She maneuvered the car in and out of traffic. "Sure. I'm in the mood."
"I'm always in the mood."
"As I recall you loved kissing my pussy."
"Yeah, it turns me on."
"But I like sucking cock," she said. "How do we resolve that problem?"
He chuckled. "What problem?"
"Tell you what. You can suck my pussy for as long as you want as long as I get a chance to blow you."
"You give great head."
She smiled as she thought of Ryan. "So I've been told."
When she arrived home, she pulled into the driveway and parked the car. They went into the house and she took the phone off the hook.
"You're getting a little old for me," she giggled putting her arms around his neck.
He held her awkwardly as their lips met. "I think about you all the time," he said.
The expression in his eyes told her he was tell-ing the truth. She took his hand, feeling happy and free and young.
"That's a very sweet thing to say."
They went into the living room and sat down. "I'm getting bored with beds," she said. "Let's stay down here for a while."
"It's okay with me."
He seemed much more confident than he had six months ago. Age does that to a man, she thought. She took his hand and moved closer.
"Want something to drink?" she said.
"No."
"You just want to fuck, don't you?" He moved his lips to her ear. "Suck," he murmured.
"Most boys your age like to have their cocks sucked. How come you like pussy so much?" As she spoke she snuggled against him and his hand dropped to her tits.
"I don't know, I just love it."
She rubbed his crotch. "You're already hard."
He smiled and squeezed her tits. "I've been hard ever since I first saw you."
The horny wife kicked her shoes off and climbed on the sofa. She stretched out and pulled her skirt up.
"Get over here and get started. I'm hot."
She arched her back and raised her ass to slip her panties off. She kept the rest of her clothes on. She wanted him to undress her later.
The teenager moved between her legs and gazed down at her exposed cunt. He licked his lips and chuckled.
She ran her fingernails through her bush. "Come and get it," she said.
She spread her thighs to give him a good look. She touched herself and stroked her tits.
"I'm all open for you," she said.
"Jesus, it's beautiful!"
"You think my pussy is beautiful?"
"Yeah."
He leaned over and moved his face between her thighs. He sniffed and his eyes glittered. She happily tousled his hair.
"Go on, suck it," she said.
"I like to look at it too."
"So do I. Take your clothes off."
He climbed off the sofa and began undress-ing. She loved to watch his firm young body unfold. He'd gained a few pounds since she first saw him naked. His body was more muscular and mature. Six months is a long time in the life of a boy.
When he was naked, his cock swung heavily and his balls moved with it. He didn't have much hair on his chest, but she didn't care. He had a randy cock and big balls. And he thought her pussy was beautiful.
He climbed between her legs and opened her cuntlips. He sniffed around her open gash and pressed his lips against it.
"That's nice," she said, toying with his hair.
In a moment his slick tongue was moving all over her cunt and his warm breath permeated her sex.
She caressed her tits and pushed her sweater up to touch bare skin. As he tongued her cunt, she pulled her sweater off and unhooked her bra.
Now she was able to work on her tits while he ate her pussy. She moaned when he licked her clit and trembled when he fingered her cunthole.
The boy had a talented tongue. He'd learned a lot about pussy since the first time he sucked her off.
"You're a good lover," she said.
He held her thighs apart and ran the tip of his tongue over her silken skin. He buried his face in her thicket and made loud slurping sounds as he licked and sucked.
When he picked his head up, he saw that he was wet with her juices. She held her arms out and he leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
"Let me suck you too," she said.
"Now?"
"Yes, turn around and let's do it together."
She tossed some pillows onto the floor to give them more room. He climbed over her and posi-tioned his cock over her mouth.
"This is more like it," she said, holding his ass and licking his cock.
He buried his face inside her legs and she took his cockhead into her mouth. She clamped her strong thighs around his head and rocked back and forth.
His eager tongue explored the steaming tissues of her pussy. Her equally eager tongue swirled and lapped over his fuckpole.
She thought about Ralph. He'd begun work-ing late again. She suspected he had found someone else, another secretary or some other bimbo.
She stopped thinking about her boring mar-riage as the teenaged boy between her legs drilled his tongue into her cunthole.
"Jesus!" she hissed, her mouth devouring his prick.
He worked his tongue in and out of her cunt.
Juice poured out of her cunt as she came.
She mindlessly gnawed on his prick and licked his balls. "More!" she cried. "Give me more!"
They sucked each other for the next hour. When they were exhausted, they went upstairs and finished undressing. Then they climbed onto the bed and took a nap.
When Tina awakened, she saw Jeff lying at the foot of the bed and gazing at her cunt. She opened her legs wide and giggled. "What are you looking at?" she said.
"A thicklipped pink pussy, dripping with juice."
"You really think it's beautiful, huh?"
"Yeah."
"I wish my husband thought so."
"Can I suck it again?"
"You can touch it again if you want, but then I want to fuck."
The youngster placed his fingers over her gulch and slid them around. She wiggled her ass as two of his fingers slipped inside her hole.
"Get on top of me and fuck me," she moaned and the boy climbed over her and placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned. "Put it all the way in!"
He trembled as he moved his prick all the way into the furnace that was her pussy. Her cunt seemed to close around his prick and swallow it.
She felt her pussy contract around his prick. He stroked rhythmically and she followed his lead.
He came too soon and he cried out when his youthful jism scalded the walls of her snatch. It didn't matter. She lay there and let him dump his load inside her. She relished the feel of his jizz splashing into her body.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, still bucking his ass and coming.
"It's okay," she said. "It feels good."
"It's getting soft though," he said. "Jesus, I'm sorry."
"You have wonderful control. I sucked you so hard before and you didn't come."
"I'll lick your cunt again when I catch my breath."
"If you want to, darling."
"I want to."
She held him in her arms and kissed his forehead. He felt damp with perspiration and clammy, but all man.
"Where did you learn to kiss a pussy?"
"I don't know," he panted.
"You're an expert, darling. Better than a lot of men twice your age."
As she spoke she pushed his head down her belly until his face brushed against her muff. She parted her legs and the boy inhaled the raw sexual aroma of her pussy.
Still breathing hard, he gazed hotly into the trench between her legs. She squeezed her tits as he flicked his tongue up and down her cuntslit.
She reached for him and stroked his hair, thereby encouraging him to lick harder.
"If you hck my clit I'll give you a cookie," she giggled.
He vibrated the tip of his tongue over her clit and she spasmed and came.
Once again she guided him into a sixty-nine position and took his prick back into her mouth. He was still soft, but she knew she could bring him up again. He was a teenaged stud.
She savored the taste of herself on his cock. She washed down his cock and balls with her tongue and lips and licked up the cream brim-ming in his pisser.
She flicked her tongue over the base of his prick and felt the silky softness of his cockskin. She licked his balls and cleaned up the spunk that clung to his cockbush.
The boy moaned and raised one leg. She mashed her hot cunt against his mouth. He licked her slit from her clit to her asshole while she mouthfucked his prick.
Suddenly she realized they weren't alone. When she twisted around, she faced a teenage boy who strongly resembled Jeff. She shrieked.
"Who are you?"
"Mom wants you," the teenager said to Jeff.
Tina struggled to sit up. "Oh, my God!"
The boy flexed his muscles and stared openly at her tits. "He's my brother." He pointed at Jeff.
Jeff's face was flushed as he climbed off the bed. "I'm sorry, Tina. This is my kid brother. How the hell did you know where I was?" he hissed at the boy.
"I was coming home from basket ball prac-tice and I saw you come in here with her." He pointed at Tina.
"Let's all stay calm," Tina said, frantically looking for a robe and trying to cover herself with the blanket. "What's your name and how did you get in?"
"His name's Robbie," Jeff said.
Robbie smirked and continued staring almost insolently at her tits. "I'm sorry," he said politely. "I knocked on the door, but you didn't answer so I came in. The door was open." He rocked back and forth on his heels and made no move to leave. "I thought it would be okay."
"Oh, God!" Tina said, dashing naked to the closet and covering herself with a robe.
"What does Mom want?" Jeff said. His cock was hard and stood up from his crotch like a baseball bat.
Tina gazed at it longingly. What a pity, she thought. "You better get home," she said to her young lover.
"She wants you quick," Robbie said, star-ing openly at Tina's half exposed ass. "Like I said, you better get home."
The teenager leaned against the bed and watched his brother dress. Tina helped Jeff find his socks and walked him downstairs to let him out. They were at the front door before she realized Robbie was still upstairs.
"I'm sorry, Tina," Jeff said. "I better go see what my mom wants."
"It wasn't your fault," she said. "I better go back and get rid of your brother."
Jeff hesitated, but Tina pushed him out the door. She went upstairs to find Robbie still lean-ing against the bed.
She breezed into the room and tried to regain her poise. The youngster had seen his brother sucking her cunt. He'd seen her with Jeff's cock halfway down her throat. No wonder he didn't want to leave. He wanted in on the action.
He smiled tentatively. "Are you still mad at me?"
"No, but you really gave me a shock."
His eyes sparkled as he gazed at her. "Well, my mom wanted him."
"You should have rung the bell until I answered."
He shifted form one foot to the other. His jeans were tight and he still made no move to leave.
She shot him a glance. "Do you know what we were doing?" she said.
He nodded and snickered. "Yeah, sure."
She sat down next to him on the edge of the bed and touched his crotch. His eyes widened. There was definitely a hard-on in his fly.
"You must never tell anyone what you saw here today," she said.
He snickered. "You mean when you were sucking his prick?"
Tina nodded without smiling. She felt around his crotch and he gazed at her adoringly. "Can I take it out?" he said.
"Yes, take it out, let's see what you've got there."
What a slut you are, she thought as the boy brought out his dick. It was as big as Jeff's and his balls were solid and hairy.
She told him to drop his pants and then she pulled his shorts down. She had him stretch out on the bed and she climbed over him and kissed the tip of his cock.
"You're not a virgin, are you?"
He frowned. "Hell, no."
"I didn't think so," she murmured. She licked his cockhead and his shaft lurched around. "I'm going to suck your cock like I did to Jeff. You just lie there and I'll do all the work. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he croaked.
As he closed her lips around his prick she thought about Jeff and the look on his face when they discovered his brother was watching them. Any port in a storm, she thought with a giggle. A cock is a cock is a cock . . .
