Miriam Braun served her husband's breakfast and sat down across from him to eat her one slice of diet toast and fresh peach and drink her cup of black, decaf coffee. She was 25, five years younger than her husband, a stunning blonde with scintillating blue eyes, and a body and long legs that men couldn't resist ogling, and she ate it up.
"Are you going to blow anything up today?" Aaron was a demolitions expert, and she always teased him about being destructive.
"I'll be in the office all week," Aaron replied. "Sandy is pushing more and more paperwork off on me."
"Typical," she said. "You do the work and he gets the credit."
"He does his share of the work."
"Has he said anything more about your promotion?"
"The older Sandy gets, the more vague he gets." Aaron didn't know exactly why he lied. He didn't think about his answer, and the words just popped out before he could catch them. His answer wasn't exactly a lie, but it was a dodge, so it amounted to the same thing.
Miriam didn't like the answer, but knew she would start a fight if she pushed the issue, so she changed the subject. "Do demo men really yell 'fire in the hole' before they blow something up?"
"Yes, but it's just a formality now. We use sirens and flashing red lights to warn people."
"The first time I heard the expression, I thought they were talking about a horny babe with a hot pussy," she laughed.
In her case, the term was fitting, but he let it go. Working in the office had several advantages, and he was looking forward to enjoying one that was particularly distinct and pleasurable. If he gave his wife a chance, she would drain his energy before he got out of the house.
"We don't actually blow things up, you know," he said. "It's more appropriate to say that we blow them down."
"Blow sounds good to me," she chuckled, "and whether they're blown up or down doesn't make any difference."
"Don't start," he said quickly, "I've got to get to work."
He might as well have been baying at the moon. She pushed the dishes out of the way, lifted her thin summer robe and sat on the table in front of him, put a foot on each side of his chair seat and opened her robe and casually fluffed up her sumptuous muff. "Sandy won't fire you if you're a few minutes late," she said.
The sight of her pretty pussy overruled his good judgment, and he stared at her hand moving idly over her mound. If he played his cards right, he could give her a good licking, then be on his way before she got her claws into him. "This is pretty outlandish, you know."
"I like to do outlandish things, darling," she said with a soft, sexy chuckle. She smiled and smoothed his hair back, then put her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth gently toward her hairy slit. "Kiss my pussy, baby, and make it feel good."
Fighting would only delay the inevitable and waste valuable time, so he puckered up and gave her hot gash a sloppy kiss.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good." She kept her left hand behind his head and slid her right hand down to the base of her belly and put a finger on each side of her gash and pulled it open. "Lick my slit, baby."
"You're the only woman I've ever known who says slit instead of pussy."
"I like the way lick and slit sound together."
He tongued her seam the way she liked, eager to get her off and be done with it.
She pressed her snatch harder to his mouth and wiggled and squirmed her ass gently. "Good, baby, so good," she whispered. "I get all gooey inside when you lick my cunt."
As if he didn't know. The instant his tongue touched her pussy, it started flowing like a little stream, and he had to lick quickly to keep her juice from dribbling down his chin.
She tangled the fingers of both hands in his hair and shoved her crotch forward and humped her crack all over his mouth. "Suck the juice out of my hot hole, baby," she whispered passionately.
He put his mouth over her hole and sucked hard a few moments, then alternated between sucking and tongue-fucking her rapidly. He had to admit that he loved the ambrosial flavor of her essence and her raunchy talk.
"I'm ready, baby," she moaned. "Lick my clit, real fast, and make me cum good!"
He chuckled to himself. She never came any other way. But what could you expect for a woman with such a large, sensitive clit? He put both hands in her crotch and spread the lips of her pussy and licked her love stud vigorously, and she twitched and twisted turbulently as her climax seized her and transported her to the heights of ecstasy.
"Damn, that was good, darling," she whispered hotly. "You always lick me so well."
She leaned over and unbuckled his belt, and he leaned back in his chair and gave in without a fight. "Stand up, baby, so I can get your pants down."
He stood and caressed the silky flesh on the inside of her bare thighs as she opened his pants and pushed them down. His cock sprang out, bouncing up and down, throbbing strongly, and she grabbed the stiff shaft in her fist and yanked it hard.
"Damn, sweetheart, don't pull the damn thing off," he muttered as he shuffled forward.
"Oh, darling, you know how fucking crazy I get when I see your hard cock!" She pushed him back into his chair and slid off the table and knelt in front of him.
Her fingers played lightly over his cock, touching every part of it with her feathery fingertips, and she gently rolled his balls in her palm. "Splendid cock," she crooned, her voice soft and soothing.
To her, any cock was splendid, but she didn't advertise her feeling to her husband. She licked his cockhead, and he forgot about what was waiting at the office and jerked his hips and tried to stick his cock in her mouth. She giggled and pulled her head back quickly and held his balls in the soft warm palm of her left hand and squeezed them gently. "Your balls are so full. You need to cum badly, don't you?" She licked the head of his cock again.
It has been said that a man's brain drains into the head of his cock when it gets hard, and he was a perfect paradigm of the saying.
"Yeah," he wheezed, staring at his wife's pretty face.
Her long, pink tongue slid slowly between her lush lips and extended fully and the tip swiped across the head of his prick, and he shuddered. She closed her right hand around his stiff, pulsing shaft and curled her tongue around the head of his cock, hot and wet on the nerve-filled knob.
He watched his foxy wife make love to his cock, the heat of sexual passion permeating to the very core of his being, even making the marrow in his bones tingle.
She slid her tongue along the underside of his tool, from the head to the base and back up again, kept her tongue fully extended and opened her mouth wide and lowered her head. He arched his hips and shoved his cock at her, and she chuckled softly and let his prick slide slowly between her soft lips into her mouth. The tip of her extended tongue touched the base of his cock, and she held his prick between her upper lip and tongue and wiggled the tip of her oral digit.
He sighed deeply and quaked all over as she drew her tongue back into her mouth slowly, sliding it along the bottom of his shaft. Once again, her tongue curled around the head of his prick, laving it tenderly, coating it with warm saliva, then she held his love wand in her mouth and loved it without applying any suction.
He groaned out loud. She chuckled again, with his cock deep in her throat, and the vibrations from her vocal cords lashed his cockhead. He groaned louder, and she lifted her head and looked up at him with a devilish twinkle in her eyes.
"You like getting your cock sucked, don't you?" Her tongue flashed out and laved the tip of his organ.
"God, yes!"
"And you love my wonderful blow jobs," she giggled. "I'm going to get every drop of your cum."
For a brief moment, he remembered Denise, but it was too late now. "Yeah, you always do," he replied.
She gripped his cock tightly with her hand just below the knob and her tongue went into motion, licking only the bare head, periodically curling all the way around it. She licked it up and down, went all the way around it, twisting his cock and turning her head so she covered every inch of the tender flesh.
His cock got so hard, he couldn't close his eyes and the head swelled bigger than he could remember, so big that pangs of lust shot through it. He wished she would hurry and take it in her mouth.
She gripped the knob loosely in her fist and stroked it and spent several long, agonizing minutes licking the shaft, then dribbled saliva on the naked knob and stroked faster, going all the way from the head to the base. "Playing with your cock is fun," she said softly. "Am I making it feel good?"
"Fuck, yes," he exclaimed. "I love your soft hands and hot mouth. Put it back in your mouth and suck it again."
She liked to play with a cock, any cock, and was in no hurry to get him off. She closed her left fist around the bare head of his cock and squeezed gently and twisted her hand as she jerked him with her right hand.
"God damn," he yelped. "Come on, baby, suck it!"
She replaced her left hand with her hot, wet mouth and sealed her lips tightly just below the crown and sucked real hard two or three times.
He gasped and shivered all over. "God," he croaked.
Slowly, very deliberately, her head moved down, and more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. She swallowed all of his meat, paused a moment, holding his cockhead just inside her throat, tightened the muscles in her throat and applied exquisite pressure on the knob.
He felt the radical difference when the head of his aching prick entered her throat, and thought she was going to suck the end of his prick off and swallow it! The anticipation was only slightly less intolerable than the pressure of the knot of cum building in him.
She pulled her mouth back to the head and jerked him as she sucked, using quick, short strokes, twisting her hand around and around.
His body vibrated like a banjo string, his ass twisted and bucked and he gnashed his teeth as he watched his astonishing wife fuck her phenomenal mouth with his cock, her mouth and hand working in perfect harmony. She held her head still, and her mouth became a powerful vacuum pump as her right hand slid swiftly up and down his cock, tightening ever so slowly, and she closed her left hand on his nuts and yanked them repeatedly.
An expression of sheer ecstasy covered his face and his ass lifted off the chair and his cock erupted with a turbulence that warped his mind.
She held her head steady and let the tip of his cock slide into her throat again as his ass lurched upward, and tightened her grip around his throbbing lance and jerked faster. His body strained and flexed and writhed and lurched, and his hot jism poured down her gullet in dense gobs.
He pushed at her head and rasped, "No more, you've got it all!"
She lifted her head and looked at his cock, cleared her throat a couple of times and swallowed hard to purge the sticky clot from her throat, then said sweetly, "Not quite all." She milked his dick, and one large pearly drop of cum oozed out and her tongue flicked out and scooped it up. "Now I've got it all!" She smacked her lips and smiled.
"God, baby, that was wonderful!"
She stood and gave him a sloppy smooch with lots of tongue, then said, "You'd better hurry, or you'll be late for work."
CHAPTER TWO
Bud Sasser hurried upstairs and took up his station at the bedroom window, binoculars ready.
When the foreman put him on the eleven A.M. to seven P.M. shift, he raised hell. Then he discovered that the woman in the house behind his sunbathed naked every day at ten, and he had a ringside seat to the show. He did what any guy with a pair of balls would do. He went to the foreman and asked to be left on that shift permanently.
Right on time, Miriam came onto the deck and took off her robe and lay face down on the chaise lounge to sunbathe.
He put the binoculars to his eyes, and she jumped toward him, so close he thought he could reach out and touch her. God, that would be something if he could just reach out and touch her. She had the most magnificent ass he'd ever seen, and the rest of her was equally breathtaking, almost heartbreaking if all a guy could do was look.
He sure wished that he could fuck her, just once. He'd mortgage his house and sell his beloved pickup for the chance. Damn, he'd kiss her ass or even eat her hairy pussy, if that's what it took. Kissing such an awesome tush would be no problem, but he never ate pussy. The sun would set in the east before it happened, and he chided himself for dreaming an impossible dream. Cynthia went over for coffee two or three times a week, so they must be pretty good friends. Maybe he could get her to take him one time, just so he could get a close-up look at Miriam.
"Come on, baby," he muttered, "it's time."
As if she could hear him, Miriam got up and tilted the end of the lounge and lay down on her back and spread her legs so Bud could see her tits and pussy at the same time. A couple weeks earlier, she discovered that Bud was watching her, and started giving him a little show, just for the hell of it, and even went so far as to masturbate to orgasm now and then, just to make it more interesting.
"Oh, man," Bud muttered, "that's just about the best piece of ass I've ever seen."
It would really be something if he could find a way to have his wife and his neighbor together. Cynthia was a hot little thing, with fire in her soul, and he couldn't think of words to describe Miriam. Maybe he could even get them to kiss each other and fool around a little while he fucked them. His mind abruptly snapped back to reality. He didn't dare even mention a threesome to Cynthia. She'd freak out, and he wouldn't get any tail at all for a month or two.
He ogled his stunning neighbor until the very last minute, then hid the binoculars and left for work.
Miriam saw the shadow leave the window and went inside and took a shower, then went to the kitchen and fixed a light lunch.
After her husband left for work, Cynthia waited thirty minutes, then dabbed on some perfume and put on a light cotton shift. She went out her back door and across the back yard, through the gate in the board fence, and across Miriam's back yard and tapped on the door.
"Come on in, Cynthia," Miriam called.
Cynthia was a petite, pretty brunette, three years older than Miriam and not nearly as voluptuous, but it wouldn't take a second look for a guy to see that she was a sexy little thing.
She sat down at the kitchen table across from Miriam and stared at her with hunger in her eyes. "Hello," she said.
"Usually, you wait about an hour after Bud leaves for work," Miriam said. "You must be eager today."
Miriam knew all about Cynthia's problem. She loved to get her clit licked, and Bud wouldn't let his tongue come within a yard of her crotch.
"It's been three days," Cynthia said dismally, "and you know how Bud is."
"Not personally," Miriam said.
"Well, you know what I mean," Cynthia said.
"Only by inference," Miriam replied. "A man who won't eat my pussy can't fuck me."
"We should all be so lucky." Cynthia wasn't the sort who could be pushy, so she waited for Miriam to invite her to bed. She wanted to cum so badly that her gut was in knots.
"So, you came over to get me to take care of you," Miriam said.
"Bud sure won't, and you've been so good to me," Cynthia replied. "The first couple of years we were married, I thought I could entice him into going down on me. I'd been with other guys who weren't really into eating pussy at first, but they came around. That isn't to say they did it very well, but at least they did it. If I even hint at it, Bud just tunes me out. I didn't know what a good licking was like until I met you."
"Until I went down on you, you mean," Miriam said. "Trying to change a man is like trying to teach a fish to play a violin."
Miriam pushed her chair back and stood and a coquettish smile played around her mouth as she let Cynthia ogle her naked body.
Cynthia drank in the beguiling sight of Miriam's sensual femininity with hungry eyes. Her dusky-pink nipples were thick and swollen, standing out prominently, and her extra large tits were stunning, so exquisitely full and ripe, so deliciously saucy. The big mounds sagged just a tiny bit, which
Cynthia thought was so sexy, and proved they were real and not the handiwork of a plastic surgeon.
The elegant, subtle curves of her figure swept in at the waist, then swelled out to shapely hips, her thighs were well-rounded and full, melting down to shapely calves and well-turned ankles, and her taut belly was flat all the way to its junction with her thighs.
Her mound was unusually large and prominent and fleshy, covered with a glorious tangle of closely curling blonde, silky hair, and the long, thick lips of her cunt were visible through the long hair along her lush slit.
"You must like what you see," Miriam said. "Your eyes are as bright as beacons."
Cynthia blushed, but didn't reply.
Miriam took Cynthia's hands and pulled her to her feet, pulled the brunette's dress over her head and tossed it across a chair, and smiled sexily and put her hard nipples on top of Cynthia's. She curved her hips inward and pressed her cunt against the brunette's and looked into her eyes and smiled as she slowly twisted her ass, rubbing their hairy mounds together.
"Do you like the way that feels?"
"Oh, yes," Cynthia said softly. "Your body is so soft and smooth, so un-like a man's."
Miriam cupped the cheeks of Cynthia's shapely little ass and pulled their mounds tighter together.
Cynthia instinctively arched her back and pushed her cunt out. "Oooooo, that feels good," she sighed.
"You've been taking advantage of me, Cynthia," Miriam said quietly.
"What do you mean?"
Miriam kissed the brunette's lips lightly. "I've been eating your pussy two or three times a week for the past six months, and you've never so much as kissed me." She ground harder against Cynthia and shuddered from the electrifying contact. Fiery passion roared through her body, and she hoped that she could keep her mind clear for a few more minutes. "I think it's about time you start doing something for me."
The lewd rubbing fogged Cynthia's mind, and she panted, "What, do you want me to kiss you?"
"Yes," Miriam said. She pushed Cynthia back and put her right hand on the brunette's plump, moss-covered pussy mound. "I want you to kiss me the way I kiss you."
"Oh, Miriam, you know I can't do that," Cynthia whispered. She spread her legs to give Miriam's hand room to roam and rotated her chest, rubbing her tits against the blonde's and slowly going a little berserk, as she always did when Miriam felt her up. "Please, don't ask me to do something when you know I can't."
Miriam's left hand slid down Cynthia's back and cupped one of her ass cheeks and pushed the middle finger of her right hand into the brunette's aroused, liquefied slit. "I don't know any such thing," she replied, "and neither do you. You have to try it before you say you can't do it." She stuck two fingers between Cynthia's cunt lips and frigged her slowly.
Cynthia didn't know what to do. When she woke up that morning, she knew that she was going to pay Miriam a visit, and it made her so horny, she couldn't stand it. She jacked off in the shower, but that only stoked the fire in her cunt, and getting naked with Miriam and rubbing all over each other was like throwing gasoline on the fire. Her cunt gushed like a geyser, and she even felt some of the slippery sex oil dribble down the inside of her thighs. Now, Miriam was asking the impossible of her. She spread her legs wider and hunched as Miriam fingered her hot cleft, hoping that her passion would distract Miriam and she wouldn't push the matter. "Ohhhhhh, fuck," she whimpered, "get my clit, baby, get my clit! Ohhhhhh, it feels so good! I'm going to cum, baby!"
Miriam abruptly backed away and looked at Cynthia with a bland expression as she licked the fingers that had been in the brunette's crack.
"Oh, God, Miriam," Cynthia wailed, "what are you doing? You can't leave me this way! You've got to get me off!"
"I'll get you off and give you everything you want, but you have to go down on me," Miriam said.
Cynthia stared at Miriam, her eyes smoldering with lust. "You're as bad as a man," she muttered.
Miriam put her hands on Cynthia's shoulders and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I might be as bad as a man, but I'm all you've got right now. It's your choice. Will you suck me off?"
Cynthia took a deep breath and swallowed hard. "All right, I promise," she muttered. "I'll do the best I can. Just don't expect too much."
"Oh, but I do expect a lot." Miriam kissed the brunette again, a little harder. "I expect you to do me as well as I do you, baby." She put her left hand back on Cynthia's ass and her right hand back on her cunt mound. "Every women who has been sucked off knows how to do it." She put her fingers back in the brunette's slit and rubbed her clitty. "You just lick my pussy the way you like yours licked."
"You're mean," Cynthia muttered.
She gasped and her feverish cunt exploded, instantly and turbulently, and her body twisted and twitched and jerked in all directions at once, going back and forth, around and around, and up and down.
Miriam stuck her fingers in the brunette's honey hole and finger-fucked her fiercely and massaged her clit furiously with her thumb, driving her passion higher, pushing her to the brink.
Cynthia's orgasm became more and more intense, and she whined and wailed and screamed and tightened her arm around Miriam's neck and yanked her head down. Miriam sealed her greedy lips on one of Cynthia's nipples and sucked the thick, turgid tit bud, and Cynthia screamed louder and twisted harder, then her knees buckled and her body sagged to the floor.
Miriam bent with her, still finger-fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Cynthia's ass hit the floor with a soft thud and she flopped onto her back. Miriam knelt by her, still going at her pussy with a fury, and kept up the fierce finger action until Cynthia's orgasm subsided.
Miriam lifted her hand from Cynthia's cunt and stuck her juice-soaked fingers in the brunette's mouth. "Suck," she said softly.
Cynthia sucked her juice from Miriam's fingers without thinking, then realized what she was doing, and her eyes opened wide.
Miriam dipped her fingers in Cynthia's pussy again, then put them back in the brunette's mouth. "See, pussy doesn't taste so bad," she said with a chuckle. She took Cynthia's hands and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go to bed and give each other a good time."
Cynthia threw her arms around the blonde's neck and squirmed against her. "Oh, Miriam, you make me cum so hard!" She paused, blushed, and took a deep breath. "You'll have to show me what to do and be patient with me."
Miriam kissed Cynthia on the lips. "Don't worry, honey. There are no mysteries for a woman who loves sex as much as you do. Once you get turned on to sucking pussy, you'll find it perfectly natural."
Cynthia crawled to the middle of the bed and lay on her back, and Miriam got on top of her and squirmed languidly.
"Your body feels so good," Cynthia whispered.
Miriam rubbed her tits on top of Cynthia's. "Ummm, I like the way tits feel rubbing together." She wiggled her mound on Cynthia's. "I'll show you how two horny women rub pussies after while." She rolled onto her back, slipped one arm under the brunette's back and tugged her close, and her hand glided smoothly between Cynthia's thighs.
Cynthia opened her legs wide, and a tender ache spread from her crotch to her tits. Miriam propped up on one elbow and bent over, and Cynthia's tongue darted out and the tips of their tongues met before their lips did.
Miriam let Cynthia's tender tongue slide into her mouth as their lips slowly joined in a soft, deliciously wanton kiss. Miriam tongue-fucked Cynthia's mouth as her fingers teased the silky flesh between the brunette's shapely thighs, then she cupped Cynthia's plump pussy mound.
"Uhhhhhh," Cynthia breathed into Miriam's mouth, awed by the glorious sensations she felt.
Impulsively, Cynthia grasped one of Miriam's large tits, shoved her cunt at the blonde's hand and sucked hard on her tongue. She had never felt so wanton, so lascivious, and her clit tingled with such sweet agony.
Miriam covered the brunette's flowing cunt with her hand, and warm juice soaked her palm. Her own nipples became hard, thick points that threatened to burst, and her clit erected fully and shot hot thrills through her lower belly. The sexy brunette might be new to the game of sapphic love, but she had all the passion her strong aura promised.
Cynthia's full lips writhed against Miriam's, her tongue fluttered around inside the blonde's mouth, her shapely ass lifted and twisted, and a dynamic shudder coursed through her body.
They kissed passionately as their hands explored and teased. Women engage in the kind of intimacy that too few men pursue long enough to get a woman fully primed. They have an innate feel for lesbian love play, even those who have never fucked another woman. They cherish and fondle and explore what might be familiar territory, fortifying the expectation and bringing their partner to the peak of preparation without haste, fooling around and fondling and lingering in favorite places, pleasing each other almost as much in fore-play as they do in the ultimate act.
Miriam was an old hand at making love to a woman, but Cynthia was keenly aware of the difference between Miriam's foreplay and Bud's. There was no comparison! If forced to choose between their foreplay at that moment, Miriam would win hands down!
Miriam broke the kiss and nibbled Cynthia's puffy lower lip, and Cynthia tweaked Miriam's nipple and hunched her cunt vigorously at the blonde's hand.
"You're doing just fine," Miriam whispered.
"I'm doing wonderful," Cynthia panted. "You've never done these fabulous things to me."
"You didn't want me to," Miriam replied. "You only wanted me to suck you off."
"God, I didn't know what I was missing!"
"Live and learn, baby," Miriam said. "Are you ready to cum again?"
"Ohhhhhh, God, yes, am I ever," Cynthia exclaimed.
Miriam put her right leg between the brunette's velvety thighs, turned Cynthia onto her side with her left leg under Cynthia's hip, and blonde cunt met brunette cunt and nipples matched nipples and four mounds of tit flesh melded.
Not waiting for Miriam to fuck her, Cynthia gasped and grabbed the blonde's ass and started hunching vigorously. Miriam was right. She knew exactly what to do, and she needed to cum so badly! She yanked on Miriam's ass, curled her crotch up and squirmed her juicy box fervently against the blonde's hot slit. "Ohhhhh, this is so wild," Cynthia squealed. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
"Nice soft cunt," Miriam whispered. "I'll fuck you until your legs are too weak to work."
"I don't care," Cynthia wailed, bubbling with glee, "I'll crawl home!"
CHAPTER THREE
By silent, mutual agreement, they glued their mouths together, and their tongues fluttered and stroked and plunged. Finally getting Cynthia into her bed for a wild lesbian fuck, and then finding her so hot and eager and willing, was wildly satisfying to Miriam. The brunette's enthusiastic response stoked her furnace.
Cynthia felt the spike of Miriam's clit, her hunger blossomed fully, and her clit swelled and cocked her sex gun. She twisted her head to the side and gasped, "I'm going to cum!"
"Don't tell me," Miriam panted, "just do it! Let it go and cum hard for me. You're a great fuck, baby, simply fantastic! I love your cunt!"
Cynthia bucked and smashed her own tense female bud against the blonde's, her nipples stiffening and her thighs trembling. Her clit had never been so hard! Soft whimpers bubbled up from the depths of her soul as she stared into the blonde's lustful face with wide eyes and clung to Miriam's magnificent rump and twisted and hunched her ass violently. Her thighs jerked dramatically and her ass went in every direction at once, and she screeched as the searing stings of a shattering orgasm tore through her.
Cynthia's frenzied movements triggered Miriam's orgasm, and she clung to the lecherous brunette and continued to hunch her cunt, scrubbing their agitated clits together, driving both of them to the pinnacle of pleasure.
They shook and jerked and quaked with lusty thrills until their passion began to ebb and their disorderly gyrations changed to soft, gentle wiggles. They stared at each other as they basked in the warm afterglow of sexual satiation.
"God damn," Cynthia breathed.
"So, you like woman-on-woman fucking, do you?" Miriam ran the tip of one finger daintily over Cynthia's nipple and chuckled when she shivered.
"I love it," Cynthia exclaimed. "I had no idea a woman could make me feel this way."
"When I sucked you off all those times, don't tell me that you never thought about eating my pussy," Miriam said.
"Yeah, I thought about it, but I never thought I would actually do it."
"Well, you haven't yet," Miriam reminded her.
"Oh, I will," Cynthia assured her.
"Do you cum so hard when Bud fucks you?"
"No. Oh, I cum, but nothing like I do with you."
"How often does he fuck you?"
"You know, something unusual has happened since I've known you. Bud and I had sort of fallen into a rut, and we rarely did it more than once a week. He wanted to more often, but I was wasn't interested. Now, if he doesn't nail me every day, I let him know that he isn't doing his duty."
"The more you cum, the more you want to cum," Miriam said. "Does he have a nice cock?"
"Not bad," Cynthia said. "Don't tell me you want to fuck him."
"I won't fuck any man who doesn't go down on me," Miriam replied.
"Which means Aaron does," Cynthia said. "Does he have a big cock?"
"Yeah, bigger than average, and he's got a lot of stamina. I can suck his cock and play with him and still get fucked to a bushel of orgasms." Miriam wiggled her cunt against Cynthia's. "Did you know that Bud peeps at me with his binoculars when I sunbathe?"
"You sunbathe in the nude," Cynthia giggled, "so who can blame him?"
"He wants to fuck me, you know." Miriam didn't need anybody's confirmation. Any man who went to the effort Bud did to peep at her wanted to fuck her.
"You keep wiggling your pussy against mine that way, and I wouldn't care if he did," Cynthia laughed. "Don't take that as gospel," she added quickly. "I don't think I could handle it if he fucked another woman. He thinks I don't know that he peeps at you, and I want to keep it that way."
"Life is full of sweet surprises, honey," Miriam said softly. She kissed Cynthia's lips. "Your lips are so full and sexy. I love to kiss them." She kissed Cynthia again.
"I want to do you," Cynthia whispered.
Miriam kissed Cynthia again, then rolled onto her back. "Take your time, honey, just do what feels good to you," she said softly.
Cynthia sat up and stroked the tips of her fingers lightly up and down the blonde's lush body in a delicate, feathery motion. "You're so beautiful," she said, "so sensual and voluptuous. If Bud did fuck you, he'd never come back to me."
"Don't put yourself down, honey. We aren't built the same, but you're as beautiful as I am. Your touch feels so nice. I've waited a long time for it."
"I like to touch you," Cynthia replied. Her fingertips drifted over Miriam's body with only a hint of pressure, moving up and down her sides, over her shoulders and arms, and down to her stomach. "Your skin feels like warm velvet."
Miriam trembled and whimpered when Cynthia's fingertips caressed her lower belly, near the triangle of soft blonde curls. Cynthia concentrated on her thighs and stomach, moving her hands more rapidly, with a lighter pressure, and Miriam spread her legs and sighed deeply.
Cynthia's fingers trailed down the lips of the blonde's pussy and she said hoarsely, "Do you like for me to touch you there?"
"Yes," Miriam murmured, opening her thighs wider. "Just touch me the way you like to be touched, honey. Don't be shy. Whatever feels good to you will feel good to me."
Cynthia caressed the inside of Miriam's thighs, letting the back of her hand brush the blonde's slit. She put her other hand on one of Miriam's heavy tits and squeezed the tip and made the nipple stand out in a sharp point, then leaned over and touched the tip of her tongue to the pebbly flesh.
Miriam shuddered and sighed with pleasure.
"Your nipples are so big," Cynthia whispered.
"Suck them," Miriam said softly.
Cynthia surrounded the stiff tit bud with her soft lips and sucked hard, then went from nipple to nipple, sucking tenderly as the tips of her fingers flicked rapidly back and forth over the thick, bloated lips of Miriam's snatch.
"The lips of your pussy are so thick and long," Cynthia murmured from the side of her mouth, her voice muffled as she sucked on Miriam's tit.
"And my clit is so hard," Miriam breathed.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you to make you feel good and I'll do it. Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue and lick your hard clitty?"
"Yes," Miriam moaned, Cynthia's hot mouth sucking her tits and nimble fingers teasing her pussy infusing her with lust, "do everything to me. Make me cum real hard."
Cynthia lifted her head and smiled sexily. "I've never felt so wanton," she whispered hotly, "and I'm going to turn your cunt inside out, baby!" She teased Miriam's crack and the mouth of her cunt with the tip of her finger as she nibbled and licked her way south.
"So good," Miriam whispered, undulating her ass and wiggling with passion, "so fucking good."
Cynthia rolled over onto her stomach between the blonde's splayed legs and kissed her slit tenderly.
Miriam spread her thighs wider, fully opening her lush garden of paradise to the other woman, her happy sappy pussy fluttering with hedonistic anticipation.
Cynthia burrowed her face in the blonde's muff and ran her palms up and down the insides of Miriam's thighs as she lapped the humid seam with long strokes of her tongue. The experience was much more exciting than she expected, and her first taste of a woman's delectable essence sparked her lust. She wrapped her arms around Miriam's legs and held them close, and the firm, smooth columns of silky flesh felt so good against her cheeks. She stiffened her tongue and probed the blonde's tiny carnal mouth.
Miriam jerked and shivered as the tip penetrated. "Oh, that feels so good, baby," she murmured softly.
Cynthia bored her tongue deep into Miriam's tight channel and wiggled it rapidly, and nearly lost her mind as the savory sap from the core of the blonde's sex coated her tongue. She pushed Miriam's legs back until her knees touched her tits, then extended her tongue to its maximum length and pressed it into a broad, flat surface, and her head went up and down as she licked the blonde's furry snatch from end to end.
Miriam gurgled happily, then moaned out loud. The brunette's tongue felt like a river of molten fire in her crotch, spreading flames of fervor from her loins to every nerve ending in her body. She grabbed her ankles and held her legs up and apart and let out a yell that instantly became a wail when Cynthia's flicking tongue settled on her joy buzzer. "Oh, my God," she sobbed.
Cynthia lifted her head and said, "No, it's just me, darling, and I do believe that I must be doing it right. Are you going to cum long and hard for me?"
"Ohhhhhh, yes," Miriam yelped, eager to get her jollies. "Oh, fuck, am I ever!"
Cynthia ran her tongue over the blonde's bloated clit, and Miriam's hips jerked involuntarily, so hard that her cunt almost got away. Cynthia chuckled and put her left hand on the cheeks of the blonde's upturned ass and lashed Miriam's clit with her tongue as she eased two fingers up her rippling sheath.
Cynthia knew she had made the right move when Miriam threw her legs straight out from her hips and grabbed her head with both hands and tried to force her mouth deeper into her gash. Chuckling deep in her throat, she stroked the blonde's clit with a slow, firm motion and thrust her fingers in and out of Miriam's slippery love hole.
Miriam's body trembled and shook and she moaned and murmured and snuffled and panted as the glorious sensations radiating from her cunt felt better and better.
Cynthia flicked her tongue over Miriam's love button a little faster, increasing the pressure slightly, building momentum, matching the rhythm of her finger-
fucking to her clit licking, driving the horny blonde's passion higher and higher, closer and closer to the peak.
Getting licked by a woman on the woman's maiden excursion into lesbian love thrilled Miriam to the core. The hard tremors racing through her body became more intense and wild, then suddenly, without warning, her cunt exploded with a force that nearly took her breath away, and a quavering wail and a babble of meaningless words erupted from her mouth.
Her thrashing and bucking became even more violent, so violent that Cynthia had to fight to stay with her. Cynthia scooted along on her belly as Miriam wiggled across the bed.
Cynthia curled the tips of her fingers up and held them still and continued to flick her tongue to drive Miriam deeper into her orgasm.
Her fingers were motionless in Miriam's cunt, the tips curled upward, providing friction as her hips and ass swung and thrust and bounced.
The wild, frantic swinging and thrusting and bouncing of Miriam's ass provided all the friction she needed on her golden spot, and her mind whirled as spasms raced through her, wringing her body. Just when she thought she would faint from sheer pleasure, the wracking edge of her climax passed. "Oh, fuck, that was outstanding," she muttered, enveloped with glowing ecstasy.
Cynthia's flicking tongue continued to stroke and caress Miriam's pussy, keeping her on a plateau between the peak of passion and the bottom of the abyss.
"Oh, fuck," Miriam wailed as Cynthia's unrelenting tongue again became a fiery torment, "I'm cumming again!"
Cynthia licked and finger-fucked Miriam until her body went limp, but she still wasn't finished. She pulled her fingers out of Miriam's cunt, slid her tongue through her weeping gash and licked her ass-hole.
"Oh, God, you're wild," Miriam moaned. Her passion ebbed slowly and she collapsed into a pile of shuddering flesh, licking her lips and swallowing dryly and panting shallowly. "I didn't expect you to enjoy it so much the first time," she said softly. "You were very uninhibited and very pleasing."
Cynthia lifted her head and grinned. "I told you that I was going to turn your cunt inside out."
"You sure did," Miriam laughed.
"You came so hard," Cynthia said. "I had no idea that I could make another woman cum at all, let alone the way you did."
"I'm an easy fuck with a hair trigger," Miriam said with a satisfied chuckle. "I want you to do something for me."
Cynthia got up on her knees and ran her the tip of her finger up and down Miriam's slit. "Anything, darling," she said. "Tell me what, and I'll do it."
"Next time, bring Bud so we can do a threesome. He wants to fuck me so badly, and I think we ought to let him, and we can show him what we do with each other."
Cynthia stared at Miriam with wide eyes. "Oh, Miriam, I couldn't, I just couldn't! I think I could handle watching him fuck you, but he'd have a shit-fit if he ever found out what we do with each other."
Miriam sat up and took Cynthia's hand and stuck the brunette's finger in her pussy. "You said that you couldn't eat pussy, either. If you don't bring him with you, I'll tell him about us, and I won't eat your pussy any more."
"That's blackmail!"
"Yep, it sure it," Miriam agreed. "You can do it, all you have to do is find the right time. I'd suggest right after you fuck him. Do something that he really-
likes, but you don't do often, like maybe letting him fuck you up the ass."
"I've never done that," Cynthia said, "and I don't think I could. Anyway, I think just the idea would turn him off."
"Never know until you try," Miriam said.
Cynthia knew when she was fighting a losing battle. She was hooked on Miriam's tongue and pussy, and whatever it took, she had to do. "I'll need some time," she said softly.
"One week, at most," Miriam said. "Now, do you want me to do you, or do you want to do a 69?"
"Let's do a 69," Cynthia said. "I like to lick your pussy."
"I told you so," Miriam laughed.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Aaron came back from lunch, he was fully recovered from his wife's phenomenal blow job, and was looking forward to screwing his secretary on his desk. The only trouble was, she wasn't at her desk, and he couldn't very well go looking for her without arousing suspicion.
Denise was twenty-one, a ravishing little redhead, barely five feet tall, with bright emerald-green eyes and a body that wouldn't quit. She thought that she was a little too heavy in the ass and thighs, but Aaron seldom noticed anything but her big tits and tight pussy, so he couldn't say. She was a tad submissive and would do just about anything a man wanted, and that really turned him on.
Feeling a little low, he went into his office, and Denise was sitting on the huge leather couch in front of his desk with her legs crossed, showing lots of very attractive thigh.
She gave him a bright smile and said, "You took a long lunch. I thought maybe you were going to take the afternoon off."
"Not hardly," he replied, ogling her openly. "Sandy's got me hopping."
She smiled coyly as she unbuttoned her blouse halfway down. "Too busy to stop and smell the roses?"
"I'm like a bumblebee, honey. I can't pass a pretty flower without stopping and getting my fill of nectar."
She unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and put her hand inside. "Did I ever tell you that I consider you my sexual mentor?"
"No, I don't think you ever did." He'd just as soon get on with it, but she seemed to want to talk, so he'd humor her. He went behind his desk, took a bottle and two glasses from the bottom right drawer and poured two fingers of whiskey into each glass. "I've never bought you a drink, so I hope what I've got is okay."
"Not Scotch," she said, "I don't like the taste."
"Neither do I. I drink good Tennessee sour mash. Can you take it straight?"
She winked and quipped, "The whiskey?"
He gave her a glass and sat on the couch by her and lifted his glass and said, "Cheers."
She knocked back half of her drink. "I wasn't a virgin when I came to work here, but I was almost."
"Honey, virginity is like pregnancy. There is no such thing as almost."
She snickered and took a sip of her whiskey.
"Well, I'd been with only one man, and we did it only three times when he upped and disappeared on me. I saw him a few months later, with a woman who was a real bow-wow, a tall skinny thing with a flat ass and tits so small, they didn't show, and buck teeth. It took me a while to figure out what he saw in her, then came to the conclusion that she was real good in bed. I would have been, if he had given me the chance, and I made up my mind that I was going to learn everything I could about sex so it would never happen to me again."
"Okay, but why did you chose me? How did you know that I could, or even would, teach you?"
"I don't know exactly. Instinct, I guess. I sure didn't have any experience. There was something about you, your aura or something, and I was terribly attracted to you. I didn't think that you'd push me away, but I was prepared to find another job and start over if you did."
"Have you branched out? You haven't put all your eggs in my basket, have you?"
"Cute metaphors," she said. She took another sip of whiskey. "Yes, I've branched out. Unfortunately, the others don't satisfy me the way you do. They want to maul my tits and chew on them and get a little head and then stick their cocks in me. But they're in too much of a hurry, like rabbits, and usually cross the finish line before I get out of the gate."
He put his glass on the coffee table and picked her up and set her on his lap. She finished her whiskey and dropped the glass on the floor and put her left arm around his neck and looked into his eyes. As she always did with him, she could see the power in his eyes. She put her hand on his cheek, and she could feel his power. Her body quivered slightly, her insides turned to mush, her nipples hardened, her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a gallon of juice flood her pussy.
A knowing gleam sparkled in his eyes as he gazed into her eyes with a look that penetrated to the core of her being and put his hand on the upper slope of her ass and rubbed his thumb back and forth, sending chills up and down her spine.
She stared into his eyes, mesmerized by him, his strength. She felt his hand slide under her skirt, and her heart hammered so hard, she knew he could hear it. As she always did, she sighed and relinquished control to him and his hand moved slowly up the inside of her thigh, past the tops of her stockings and to the edge of her wet panties.
"Open your legs," he said softly.
Her legs seemed to spread automatically to allow his hand access to her most secret place, and his fingers drew small circles on her hairy mound, on top of her panties.
"I feel so helpless with you," she whispered. "I don't feel the same way with the others."
"The others aren't strong enough to make you submit to them," he said. "Raise your ass." Sure, strong fingers pulled at the wet crotch of her panties as he slid them over her rump and off her legs. "Now, raise your skirt."
She lifted her skirt, and his strong right hand took possession of her pussy and his strong left hand rambled over her tits, teasing her nipples with light fingertips. He then put his left hand behind her head and drew her to him and kissed her, and the kiss confirmed that she was powerless with him, that she was totally under his spell. The first time he fucked her, she knew that he could do whatever he wished with her, could possess her completely, and she would eagerly help him.
He held her head with his left hand and moved his right hand up to her chest and pushed her blouse open and twisted her left nipple, then broke the kiss and said, "Take off your clothes!"
Wildly aroused, she leaped to her feet and stripped off her clothes and stood before him, naked, totally without embarrassment. "I don't know why I feel this way," she muttered. "I never have any control over myself with you."
He reached up between her legs and rubbed her horny twat. "You don't want to have any control with me." He opened her wet gash and ran the tip of his finger through it. "Every time you come in here, even if the room is full of people, you want me to throw you down and ravish you, right in front of them."
She kinked her knees and hunched on his finger. "You know me so well," she said, her voice shaky with passion.
"You feel totally debauched with me," he said. "You want me to fuck you any way I wish. You like feeling that way with me, don't you?"
He rubbed her clit and she nodded eagerly.
"Yes," she exclaimed. "I want to be totally wanton with you."
He motioned with his hand and smiled as she offered her tits to him. He took her nipples between his fingers and twisted them, then leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it until it was red and engorged, released it and took the other one in his mouth, and she moaned deep in her throat as he slowly drove her crazy.
Removing his mouth from her tit, he gave her a look that said everything. He was in total control of her. She knew what the look meant, and she nodded eagerly, on fire in her pussy, in her belly, in her mind.
"Kneel," he said, holding her tender nipples tightly and pulling her to her knees. Again, he covered her lips with his, possessing her with his mouth, then said, "Open my pants and take out my cock." He watched her closely as she quickly obeyed. She knew the drill. She held his rigid rod upright and he took her head in his hands and rubbed the tip all over her face and mouth. He released her head and leaned back with his hands behind his head. "Suck," he said, watching her, waiting for her to start.
Hotter than she ever got with anybody else, her pussy bubbling and her nipples tingling, she licked her lips, then slowly sucked his cockhead into the wet warmth of her soft mouth. She ran her tongue around the sensitive tip, tasted the subtle flavor of his pre-cum, and sucked him further into her mouth. When the tip touched the back of her throat, she pulled back a little and started bobbing her head, careful to keep the head out of her throat.
"Play with your clit," he said, "get yourself all worked up."
If she got any more worked up, she would blow up, just like one of the buildings he routinely destroyed! Eagerly, she fingered her erect love-button, sending herself to even greater heights of passion, sucking his dick with more vigor, taking the head deeper into her mouth.
He put his hands behind her head and thrust his cock down her throat, sliding it into the soft tightness with strong, deep plunges. She had the hang of it now. He pulled her face up to his and kissed her passionately, and she moaned and returned his kiss with zest in her soul and fire in her pussy.
He stood and undressed quickly, then picked her up and put her on the couch on her back. He threw her right leg over the back and pushed her left leg off the couch, and he sat down, leaned into her crotch and lapped her clit with great enthusiasm.
She lay back, closed her eyes and savored his oral tribute to her pretty pussy. She knew it was pretty because he had told her that it was. With him, she could relax and let her orgasm come on naturally, and the inevitable result of his licking came in on stealthy little cat feet and rippled over her in balmy waves, then suddenly changed to storm-driven breakers that inundated her with passion.
She crested, came down part way, then tugged sharply on his shoulder. He rolled onto his back and she got on her knees above his head and dragged her tits over his face, lowered her chest and buried his face in the twin ivory towers of mammary flesh, then lifted her tits and touched a nipple to his lips.
He took the long, bloated tit tip into his mouth and alternately nipped gently and sucked hard. She gave him her other nipple, and soon, both nipples stood out like thick, wet stalks.
She dropped forward onto her hands, and her nipples grazed his skin as she moved over him. She stopped with her crotch over his face, and her sultry gash gaped at him, two fat folds of succulent flesh, openly inviting his tongue. She lifted his cock with her right hand, drew her ass up, and lowered her twat and head at the same time and his cockhead slid smoothly between her lush lips as her hairy snatch settled onto his mouth. He licked her juicy slit impetuously, and her warm sex sauce flowed freely, dribbling into his mouth and over his chin.
She sealed her lips around his stately stalk and steadily slid her mouth up and down. She braced herself on her left hand and held his balls in her right hand and rolled them around as her lips went further down the stem of hard flesh.
His broad, flat tongue mauled her fiery passion button tenderly, and flames of lust consumed her and hot blood raced through her body. She tightened her thighs against his head and ground her sultry slit into his mouth and the gooey flesh nearly smothered him in a voluptuous warmth as she jerked her hips back and forth.
Her body started trembling, then bucked and jerked, and she devoured his entire love wand as her hot crack seemed to erupt and her love juice poured into his mouth. Her bucking and jerking became turbulent, and she snorted and snuffled and tried to suck his cock out by the roots as she came.
She whirled around and stared at him with blazing eyes, then grabbed his cock and jerked it frantically and stuck the head in her soggy hole. She sank down on his cock slowly and a deep, drawn-out gurgle of glee escaped from her mouth as her lusty love tunnel swallowed his prong. She sat fully erect, her back straight, her tits pushed way out, and tweaked her nipples and pull her tits.
Her impassioned eroticism always awed him.
The only woman who came close to matching it was his wife, and there the similarity ended. Miriam was controlling to the point of being dominating. One day, just for the hell of it, he ought to see if he could bring them together and see what would happen. If he could ever figure out a way to get his wife to agree. He knew Denise would if he asked her.
He reached into Denise's crotch and fingered her cunt lips and exclaimed soft, "Ride my cock, baby, make your beautiful tits dance."
She leaned over, put her hands on his shoulders and dangled her tits in his face. "I always feel so good when you fuck me," she whispered. Her enchanting ass began to rise and fall methodically. "With other guys, I'm lucky if I have one orgasm. With you, I have so many, I think I'm going to lose my fucking mind!" On each downstroke, she twisted her hips in tight circles. "How long can you hold off?"
"As long as you need," he said confidently.
She rode his prick avidly, gradually increasing speed, staring into his eyes, her mouth hanging open slightly and her tongue slithering around and around her lips, leaving a shiny coat of saliva on her bright red lipstick.
Hard contractions of an impending climax started deep in her cunt and spread up to her belly. She grabbed his hands, extended his arms fully and pinned them to the couch over his head. Her tits jiggled and danced near his mouth as she fucked faster, her ass rising and falling with a steady, rapid rhythm, reveling in the feel of his lusty love lance plunging in and out of her cunt. She bit her lower lip harshly to cut off her scream as she came. Her ass moved with increased vigor for a few seconds, then stopped with his prick buried to the hilt in her frantically spasming snatch.
He grabbed her foxy ass with both hands and kept his cock buried in her sheath and jerked his hips up and down, and she ground her clit against his pubic bone, cumming so hard she could barely breathe.
Her body went slack and he pushed her off him, rolled her over and knelt behind her and grabbed her haunches and tugged.
She rose to her hands and knees. "Fuck me some more, Aaron," she moaned. "Oh, God, yes, give me more of your wonderful cock!"
Her words made him feel like a knight in shining armor. He felt ten feet tall, with a two-foot cock. Fuck her, he would. Without finesse, he stuck the head of his dick in the mouth of her cunt and slammed forward.
She rocked forward with a sharp gasp and ended up with her head on the couch and her shapely ass sticking up in the air. She spread her legs and arched her back, tilting her snatch up, and he clung to her hips as he bored into her, reaming her spastic sheath with his rampant rod.
Although her cunt felt as tight as any he'd ever poked, her slick sex sheath accepted him easily and he fucked her with extended, pile-driving strokes.
She threw her ass back to meet his thrusts, moaning and whimpering steadily as he drove the full length of his prick in and out of her. Each time he pulled back until only the thick knob was inside her, he paused, and she trembled and tightened her cunt. When he slammed forward with his full force, his balls slapped into the nest of hair covering her slit.
Her movements grew more frenzied, her moans got louder and she writhed as deep, gut-wrenching spasms tore at her. He fucked her faster and she uttered a loud, strangled cry, her body convulsed, then became a spastic rubbery mass of flesh shaking out of control.
He'd never fucked her in the ass, didn't know if she could take it that way, but the miniature brown eye was winking seductively at him from between her buttocks and he couldn't resist its call. He kept his cock buried in her cunt and pressed one finger into her ass-hole, and she cried out softly and shivered. He started finger-fucking her virgin rear, and her startled cry abruptly changed to moans of passion.
Withdrawing his finger, he pressed the head of his dick to her hot ass-hole, and she cried out softly again as he pushed his cockhead past the tight sphincter. He went all the way in, and she whimpered and moaned and quivered as he fucked her butt slowly.
"God," she breathed, "nobody has ever fucked me there."
"Spread your cheeks," he said.
Reaching back with both hands, she spread her cheeks. Whimpering with each lunge, she held her ass wide open as he repeatedly plunged his prick into her back door. At first, she appeared to merely endure the agony, then wiggled her ass experimentally a couple of times and satisfied herself that he wasn't going to split her open, and really got into it.
She began to push back to meet his thrusts as she cried out with delight.
"Deeper," she cried, rocking back at him and driving his dick into her ass. She felt her release coming, then felt his cock swell and surge into her hole, rocketing her to even greater heights. "Harder, fuck my ass harder!"
He slammed into her and his orgasm started and he came in deep, throbbing spurts. His hot cream filled her ass to overflowing and squirted out around the shaft of his prick and ran down her hairy crack and the inside of her thighs.
She fell forward slowly, sort of oozing down to lie on her stomach, and he left her lying on the couch and went to the small bathroom attached to his office. He returned a few minutes later, sat down and pulled her onto his lap and brushed her hair away from her flushed face and kissed her gently.
"God, Aaron, you really got me good," she sighed. "I'm always so horny with you and reach such a high level of passion. I'm never that way with anybody else, never."
"Is it true you've never been fucked up the ass?"
"Yes, and I'm glad you're the first one to get me that way. There was a little pain at first, then it got all mixed up with the good feelings and I didn't notice it. The next time, I don't think I'll feel any pain at all. Do you want me to reserve my ass just for you?"
"That isn't necessary," he said quickly, hoping she wasn't going to get mushy on him and start talking about love. "If you honestly liked it, there's no reason you shouldn't let others fuck you that way."
"Yeah, you're right. I mean, you can't fuck me every day and every night, and since you showed me how much fun sex is, that's what I want."
She laughed out loud and gave him a quick kiss, then slid off his lap and hurried to the bathroom. She washed away the evidence of their passion, shivering with delight every time she touched her pussy, then returned to his office and dressed.
"Mr. Hogan wants to see you at three," she said. "He said that it's important."
"Probably wants to dump more work on me," Aaron said with resignation in his voice.
"Well, if you want me to work late and help, all you have to do is ask."
"Do you think we'd get any work done?"
She grinned and gave him a bawdy wink. "Oh, a little, in between tearing up your couch."
CHAPTER FIVE
Aaron left work feeling smug and content. He started the day with a superb blow job, had a nice lunch with a couple of his buddies and did a little male bonding, fucked Denise, then got the news from Sandy that his promotion would take effect at the end of the month, and learned that he was going out of town on a big job for a week.
He was looking forward the trip with particular pleasure. Fucking only his wife and Denise was getting kind of old, and he could get some different pussy while he was out of town.
Thinking of something different made him think how much fun it would be to get his wife and his secretary together for some licentious fun and games. He knew that Miriam wasn't bisexual and didn't think Denise was either, but was pretty sure that he could talk them into fooling around with each until they got so turned on, they went down on each other, or at least one of them went down on the other. He knew he could talk Denise into it, but he'd have to tread carefully with Miriam.
He discarded the idea. Walking on hot coals wasn't his idea of fun, and the effort wouldn't be worth the payoff.
Miriam dropped things and cursed herself all the time she was fixing dinner. Making out with another woman always thrilled her, but there was nothing like cock, and after a lesbian encounter she was edgy until she got a good fucking from a man. That's why a threesome with a man and another woman was her favorite, because she didn't have to wait for a cock after she licked pussy. If she could ever figure out a way to tell Aaron that she was bi so they could play together, she'd have it made.
Aaron came in the door and Miriam gave him a kiss hello, then fixed his drink.
"You look happy," she said.
"More like relieved," he replied. "I finally got my desk cleared, and just in time. I'm going to Dallas tomorrow. Big job that corporate headquarters doesn't trust to the people down there."
"How long will you be gone?"
"At least a week," he said.
"Then we'd better go to bed early so you can put out the fire in my hole before you leave. It'll be a raging bonfire by the time you get back. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes."
He took his drink with him into the bathroom and took a quick shower and came back just as she was putting dinner on the table.
"If corporate thinks so much of your work that they have to send you to Dallas, why don't they promote you?"
"Sandy said he's working on it. If I push him, it might screw up everything."
"Well, somebody ought to push him," Miriam said, her mouth set firmly.
Aaron ate silently a few moments, considering his motive for not telling her that his promotion was a done deal. Sandy said corporate still had to decide if they would move him. Was that why he didn't say anything now? He didn't know, and trying to figure it out right now was too taxing.
The silence and his wife's grim look made him uncomfortable, and he said, "I had lunch with Bob Gooden today. I don't know if you remember him. He's the one who's always chasing skirts."
"Oh, I remember him," Miriam said. "He hit on me at the last party." He was an okay fuck, but I wouldn't go out of my way to spread for him again.
"Yeah, that's Bob. He hits on anything wearing a skirt, even Sandy's wife. Anyway, he's living with sisters now. Or so he says, anyway."
"That must be a real kick in the head," she said. "I wonder how they work it out. Does he have them on a rotating basis, or both at the same time? It would take a pretty good man to keep two women happy. When he isn't up to doing his duty by them, do they do each other? Maybe it's just a wild threesome all the time."
He looked at his wife and shook his head. She never ceased to amaze him. He expected her to have some snide remark to make about Bob and his living arrangements, and instead, she was wondering how he worked it out. "Maybe they're just average women and he doesn't have to work very hard to take care of them."
"By average, I assume you mean low sex drives. If that's the case, why live with them?"
"Well, maybe they don't both have a headache at the same time. Or maybe one of them stays all sexed up and the other one-likes to cook and keep house."
"If so, it wouldn't last long," Miriam said. "It's been known a long time that women living together form a very close bond, even if they're strangers in the beginning. After a few months, their periods come at the same time, they take an interest in what the other one is doing and soon they're both doing the same thing, so I imagine they both have a headache at the same time."
"If that's so, then one woman who's all sexed up will get the other one all sexed up."
"Or, the one who's all sexed up will also become a cook and housekeeper. If they both get all sexed up, we're right back to where we started this conversation, and I wonder if Bob is really man enough to handle them. He strikes me as being more blow than go." And I know that for a fact, dear husband. He pooped out on me after two mediocre fucks. I was still raring to go, and the ass-hole wouldn't lick my pussy until he watched me wash his cum out of it.
"You have such strong opinions, your reaction isn't what I expected."
"Oh, I have an opinion about this. I don't have anything to say about how other people live. If two men live with one woman or two women live with one man, that's up to them. In the case of two women and one man, unless he's a real stud, they're going to get shortchanged."
"Not if the women play with each other."
She scrutinized his face without being obvious, wondering if he was trying to send her a message. If he wanted to try living with her and another woman, all he had to do was say so. She was more than willing, provided she helped choose the other woman. He did pretty well with her, but she didn't think he could handle two like her. Still, she was willing to give him the chance to try.
"Darling, a woman who needs cock isn't going to be satisfied with another woman." Ask me, I can tell you all sorts of stories. No, don't ask me. I don't want to get into that until I know how you feel. "On the other hand, a woman who is satisfied with another woman doesn't need, or doesn't like, cock and wouldn't be living with a man to begin with."
"You've got it all figured out," he said. "How about you, could you live with two men?"
Well, that's a surprise. I thought you'd want another woman. "Depends on the situation," she replied. "If you're asking if I could handle two men, the answer is yes. Any woman who enjoys sex can easily handle two men at a time. Four or five at a time might tax her, but she could probably do it." She paused and chuckled. "She'd probably have to rest a few hours afterward before she was ready to go again."
"Well, you certainly enjoy sex," he laughed, "as I can certainly attest to. What kind of situation are you talking about?"
I think he's really serious, but I'd better answer carefully, just in case I'm misreading him. "Are you talking about living with men on a more or less permanent basis, or just having two men?"
"I was talking about living with two men, but since you brought up just having two men, tell me about both situations."
"Well, living with two men would take an awful lot of thought before I could answer, and I haven't given it any thought." The only thing I thought about was having another woman live with us. "As to having two men, the only thing that I know for sure is that you'd have to be one of them." That isn't true. I've had two men several times and you weren't one of them, but right now, it's better to duck. "I suppose I could do it, if you really wanted it. And more important, I'd have to know that you wouldn't think that I was a cheap whore for doing it."
"No," he said, "I wouldn't think so. Dinner was good, as usual. Among other things, you're a good cook."
"And I rarely have a headache," she laughed.
"I don't remember that you've ever had a headache," he said. "What about a man and a woman?"
Was now the time she could tell him about the secret side of her life? She pondered the question a moment, decided that his voice didn't quite convey what she wanted to hear, and chose to duck again. "Which would you like best, another man or another woman?"
He didn't have the courage of his convictions either, and also ducked. "Who said that I want either one?"
"This conversation seems to be going around in circles. Why don't you take me to bed and fuck my brains out?"
"I might have to fuck you all night to do that," he replied. "You're pretty smart."
"Give me a few minutes to clear the table and load the dishwasher, then you can try," she chuckled.
Instead of going to the bedroom, he stood in the kitchen door and watched her. "Do you want a nightcap?"
"Yeah," she said with a throaty laugh, "a big, stiff one."
The sexy sound made him shiver inwardly. "What are you going to do the week that I'm gone?"
"Wear out the batteries in all of my vibrators and rub the skin off the end of my fingers." While she was fitting the last pot into the dishwasher, she said, "Darling, don't ever have a love affair with another woman. I couldn't handle it."
"Whoa, where did that come from?" Had she found out about Denise? God, he hoped not. She'd probably insist that he fire her, and he didn't want to.
"If you fuck another woman, just for fun, I can handle that, but a love affair would devastate me."
Oh, she's just talking generalities, so I'm still safe. "I still don't know where this is coming from," he said.
"I'm just telling you how I feel." She put soap in the dishwasher, closed the door and turned it on, then went to him and put her hand lightly on his upper arm and looked at him with doe eyes. "I don't know about you, darling," she purred, her voice low and husky, "but I'm as horny as a billy goat."
He grinned and put his hand on her ass and squeezed gently. "In your case, shouldn't that be a nanny goat?"
She put her hand over his and gave it a meaningful squeeze. "I've never heard of a horny nanny goat. I think they just stand there and take it, and I'm not that kind of person."
"What kind of person are you?"
"Fun loving," she laughed, "and I really have fun when you fuck me. Do you want a drink before we go to bed?"
"Yeah, I think I might need a little fortification."
She went to the bar in the living room, set up two glasses and poured two generous portions of sour mash. She clinked her glass against his and tossed off the whiskey in one gulp, then gasped.
"Whew, I'm not used to drinking it straight." She grinned and licked her lips. "That stuff will put fire in your balls and hair in your eyes."
He smiled and tossed off his whiskey. "You've got that backwards."
"Naw, I like it when you've got fire in your balls and I've got hair in my eyes. If my hair is mussed and hanging in my eyes, I know that I'm having a good time."
"As I heard it, if you throw your panties against the wall and they stick, you're having a good time."
"I'm not wearing panties," she laughed. "I didn't want anything in the way when you got home. This pussy is hot-to-trot, baby."
As usual, her brazen language was more potent than Spanish Fly, and a hell of a lot more reliable. His cock quivered, and everything else faded into the background.
She pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside and pushed her chest out and taunted him with her naked tits as she fluffed up her muff. "I'm ready, darling," she said, her voice throaty, seductive, "what are you waiting for?"
He reached for her, and she turned and ran into the bedroom, tits flopping and buttocks wiggling. He came in the door just as she jumped on the bed and rolled onto her back, then sat up to watch him undress.
He kicked off his slippers and pulled his T-shirt over his head, then paused and looked at her and grinned. She gave him a sultry look and crooked her finger, and he stepped closer to the bed and pushed his shorts and pants down together, and his cock leaped up, sticking straight out from his loins, as stiff as if he hadn't fucked in months.
She wrapped her soft, dainty hand around his jutting shaft and played a little squeezing game until the crown became a helmet of rigid flesh. "Every time I touch your cock, I purr with pleasure and get all gooey inside," she said softly.
"Let's fuck," he croaked, watching her adorable hand work on his cock.
She grinned and licked her lips. "I sure don't want to discuss our foreign policy, baby! Tonight, we'll take turns naming the positions, and ladies always go first."
"Okay, how do you want it, on the ceiling?"
"Not a bad idea, maybe we'll try that later, but we'll start with my favorite, doggie-style." She rolled over and got on all fours, and the shapely cheeks of her ass looked like half-moons shining at him.
"You really have a magnificent ass," he said huskily.
She looked at him over her shoulder, her face flushed with lust, and shook her ass impatiently. "Asses we can talk about, as long as you mount mine and fuck me into the mattress."
Her challenge thrilled him. He spread the cheeks of her ass and stared at her ass-hole. "Since you're in the right position, maybe I'll just fuck you up the ass," he said, showing her that two could play her game.
"You always want to fuck my ass," she laughed. "Fuck my pussy first, then if you have anything left after you give me all I want, you can fuck my ass."
He knew that giving her all she wanted wasn't possible. He spread the whiskery lips of her pussy, stuck the head of his cock in her hole without having to guide it, and her hot, soggy passion pit swallowed his cock with ease. He lodged the head of his prick deep inside her, just the way she liked, and rocked the cradle a couple of times as he reached under her and caught her clit between two fingers and fucked her aggressively as he squeezed and massaged the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger.
CHAPTER SIX
Miriam moaned with lust and rocked her ass back at Aaron and whimpered, "Oh, fuck, baby, I love the way you fuck me!"
Yeah, he was pretty good, even if he did say so himself. He tortured her joy buzzer and fucked her with long, slow strokes, knowing that he could never fuck her into submission, but trying anyway.
After several minutes of his robust thrusting and her vigorous rocking and humping, he felt a distinct shift of her sexual gears. She seemed to go crazy with pleasure, and he screwed her harder and faster, making the bed creak and groan.
She could never get enough of having her greedy cunt stuffed from the rear, and her tongue hung out in pure bliss. She raised up and gripped the top of the headboard, bracing herself so she could throw her ass back hard at him on every thrust. "Ride my ass, baby," she grunted, "ride it hard! Shove your cock in fucking deep!"
Doing his best, he battered her butt until he was panting and sweat was trickling down the crack of his ass. She'd already cum at least a half dozen times, but he seemed to have an eternal hard-on and was nowhere near a climax. He watched his hard rod pull her fat cunt lips out like meaty flanges on each backward stroke, and banged the head of his cock against the mouth of her womb on each following thrust, then closed his eyes and imagined himself going down a long line of tight hot cunts, screwing each one until juice poured out of their scarlet lips like melted butter.
Until he met Miriam, he didn't know what a prolonged fuck was. After one, maybe two orgasms, the other women he bedded wanted him to shoot and get it over with. But not his wife. She wanted to go on and on, until his cock was more useless than a wet noodle, then wanted him to lick her clit and get her off again.
Her cunt flexed and sucked and rippled and clenched like a velvet-covered fist as she came again and again, then she spasmed harder as the strongest orgasm yet washed over her. Her hot cunt liquor poured over his slapping balls and the slurping of his rapidly pistoning prick joined her mixed chorus of groans and moans.
She laid her head against the headboard and breathed deeply. "Are you ready to cum?"
His balls felt as big as walnuts, but he was nowhere near ready to give up his load. "Not yet," he grunted.
"Good, you're in fine form tonight."
She pushed him onto his back and knelt by his hip with her big, thick-nippled tits resting on his thigh. She held his stiff, sticky dick upright and ran her tongue up and down it, slurping up her own cunt juice and leaving a trail of saliva, then lowered her head, and he grunted with fierce pleasure as her fiery, spit-logged mouth encircled his bulbous knob. He couldn't think of a better way to please a prick than to stick it in a moist, loving mouth.
She wet the head of his cock with saliva, rubbed it over her cheeks and lips, then swallowed over half of the long shaft and sucked skillfully. Periodically, she took his dick out of her mouth and licked it, running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, and he sighed as her clever mouth sent waves of excitement racing through him.
He enjoyed her cocksucking for a while, then tried to push her onto her back. "I want to fuck you again," he said.
"Not yet," she said as she turned and straddled his hips and slid up his body, her furry box zeroing in on his mouth.
"You're quite the devil tonight," he said.
"I'm a horny bitch," she laughed, "and I love it!"
She stuck both hands in her crotch and spread her pussy lips wide as she lowered her ass and buried his face in the heavy folds of her sopping snatch, covering his mouth with her weeping hole and mashing her clit on the tip of his nose.
"Suck your wife's sweet little cunt, baby," she said softly, wiggling her ass and smearing juice over his face.
He stuck his tongue in her bubbling honey pot, and she wiggled and jiggled happily as he stabbed his tongue in and out, like a slender cock fucking her hairy twat.
"Oh, baby," she breathed, "you really know how to make my cunt feel good."
The musky bouquet of her stimulated snatch soaked into his brain, intoxicating him, and the thick lips of her cunt quivered around his tongue as he dipped it into the core of her sex again and again.
She pivoted on his face and knelt with her face over his rock-hard prick standing up from the thick hair in his groin like a white-bark sapling in a patch of brown grass. His tongue slid up her wet slit and swiped across her love button, and she collared his cock with her mouth. His electrifying tongue in her pussy sent fire through her nerves and her toes curled and uncurled reflexively as she pressed the knob against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, lowered her head and swallowed him whole.
His swollen cock throbbed and ached with glorious, nerve-wracking sensations, and he knew that her mouth was going to do what her pussy hadn't. That wasn't anything unusual, however. He'd never known a woman who sucked cock the way she did, and it never took her long to make him fill her mouth with his hot juice. He tried to hold back, to make the splendid sensations last longer, but couldn't resist her marvelous mouth and scintillating tongue.
He threw his hips up with a fierce lunge and his cock erupted, sending spurts of sperm into her zealous, sucking mouth. He heard her gulp, then she sucked even harder, not only siphoning the juice from his rod, but pulling the head deeper into her throat.
She squirmed her ass briskly and scrubbed her clit on his tongue as her own orgasm started. She would have screamed her pleasure, but her mouth was too full of hot meat, so she focused her full attention on the waves of pleasure washing over her. If there was anything in this world better than cumming, she hoped she never found out about it. She'd never want to do anything else.
As her own orgasm ebbed, she drained the last drop of cum from his cock, then rolled over onto her back, breathing deeply, slight shudders running through her body. "You're outdoing yourself tonight, darling," she purred as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft and squeezed. "You filled my tummy with cum, and didn't even lose your erection."
"Your audacious behavior is infectious."
"I'll have you know that I'm perfectly healthy," she laughed, jerking his dick hard and fast, keeping it primed. "I'm ready to go again, and I simply can't let such a fine hard-on go to waste."
"I hope I can last until morning," he said with a mock groan.
"I'll pour you on the plane with a smile on your face," she laughed. She climbed over him, fit the thick, crimson bulb on the end of his joy stick between the drizzling lips of her snatch and sank down slowly. "God, I love to take your cock all the way to the balls," she hissed.
He lifted his head and watched as she snapped her ass down and his wand disappeared into her magic box right before his eyes.
"It's a good thing you don't wear glasses," she chuckled.
"Why?"
"Because, baby, I'm going to fuck you until your ears fall off!"
"You probably won't get anything to show for your efforts," he said. "You sucked the life right out of me."
"Oh, you'll cum, baby," she said softly, "and so will I, lots and lots of times."
"Yeah, I'm sure you will," he chuckled.
She leaned over and put her hands on the bed by his shoulders and started shaking and baking, riding his cock furiously, her big tits dangling in his face, jiggling wildly, her big nipples pointing at him, fat and bloated with lust. The hairy mouth between her thighs ate his dick with relish as she jerked her ass up, barely keeping the tip of his cock in her tight twat, then sank back down slowly, taking him all the way to his balls again and again. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation of his mighty stiff sword stuffing her full, her slick sheath clenching and sucking.
He nibbled, licked and sucked the fat tips of her tits as the active muscles in her love tunnel rippled around his prong, like soft lips sucking him expertly.
She spasmed hard and bucked faster as her climax rushed in like thundering waves and swept over her, her tight twat grappling with his prick, milking it, and her juice gushing out and soaking his groin.
He twisted his hips and followed her gyrating cunt to keep his cock buried in her, and amazingly, he felt another orgasm stirring in his loins. Afraid she would get off before he got off, he grabbed her hips and tried to hold her steady as he lunged into her.
Lost in the throes of her own orgasm, absorbed by her own bliss, she bucked and heaved, totally unaware of his efforts to slow her down. She threw her head back, the muscles in her neck standing out like thick ropes, and her mouth hanging open, uttering inane gibberish in a keening wail as she fucked herself to an even higher plateau. More juice flooded from her hole, wetting his balls and dribbling into the crack of his ass.
He pumped into her with all his might, and his own orgasm arrived like a thundering herd of wild horses. He lunged into her tumultously, spraying her cunt with hot jism, giving her as good as he got.
She sobbed raggedly as his hot cream splashed into her, thick and gooey, and his cock throbbed all the way to the very bottom of her cunt. When her orgasm finally played itself out, she lay on top of him, spread-eagle, with his shriveling prick still lodged in her spastic channel.
"God, I love to fuck," she said with a pleased chuckle. "There's just nothing in the world like a good cum. My pussy is real soupy, the way a well-fucked pussy ought to be. You know what?"
Too tired to think up a snappy rejoinder, he mumbled, "What?"
"When you get this excited, I think maybe you could handle me and another chick as hot as me." Before he could reply, she continued, "Have you ever licked a bald pussy?"
"Man, some of your questions come out of the wild blue yonder."
"Yeah, but I usually have a reason for asking them. Have you?"
"A couple of times," he said, wondering where she was going now. "Licking one without hair is different, but once you put your cock in it, there isn't any difference."
"Have you ever wished that I shaved my pussy so you wouldn't have to fight your way through all that underbrush to lick my slit?"
"No, I like all that underbrush, as you call it."
"I was just wondering. I read the letters and articles in your skin magazines, and the men often talk about how they don't like a lot of hair on a pussy."
"That's something women started so they can wear thong bikinis, and the men just got used to it, I guess. So many styles go in circles, so maybe that will, too."
"If the prudes didn't make such a fuss, women who wanted to could hang out on the beach or at the pool naked, and it wouldn't make any difference." She nibbled his ear lobe and ran her tongue around the inside of his ear. "Would you get turned on if we went to a nude beach and you could ogle lots of naked women?"
"We live pretty far from a beach, nude or otherwise," he said.
She raised up and kissed him lightly, then looked him in the eye. "Well, we could always go to one on our next vacation."
"The way Sandy has got me hopping, I don't know when I'll get a vacation."
"Have you ever fucked a married woman?"
"Round and round she goes, and where she stops, nobody knows," he chuckled. "Fucking a woman with a husband, or one with a steady guy, can be hazardous to your health."
"When you go to lunch with your buddies, do you ever go to one of those places that has nude dancers?"
"I don't think they serve food," he replied.
"When we were talking about one woman living with two men, your eyes got a little sparkle to them. Do you want to watch another man fuck me?"
"I wasn't talking about me," he replied.
She asked the wrong question. If she had asked about a threesome with another woman, his answer would have been different, and the course of their marriage would have changed. But hindsight is typically 20/20, and foresight is most often 10/200-that is, legally blind.
"Okay," she said, hiding her disappointment. "I'm going to give your cock a nice tongue bath and get it hard so you can fuck me again."
"I don't think so, baby. You've worn the damn thing out."
"Well, then you can lick my clit. I want to cum again."
"Why am I not surprised? Is there ever a time when you don't want to cum?"
"Not even when I'm asleep, darling. You wouldn't believe some of the graphic dreams I have."
"Oh, yes, I would," he replied.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Two days a week, Miriam did volunteer work for a charity. She didn't consider giving her pussy away charity. That was pure self-indulgence, for the benefit of her body and psyche, and the volunteer work was for her spirit. It also tired her out enough that she could sleep.
She started shedding her clothes the moment she entered the door of her house, and by the time she reached her bedroom, she had her clothes draped over her arm and wore only her shoes. Casually, she tossed her clothes on the bed, kicked off her shoes and walked sprightly into the bathroom.
She looked forward to a leisurely, relaxing bubble bath, with something extra thrown in, followed by a light dinner and then to bed. After she made a phone call. That was very important, and there was no way she was going to forget it.
She removed her make-up while the tub filled, then climbed in, rested her head on a folded towel and closed her eyes. Would Sandy meet her for lunch? He'd never paid much attention to her, and she wasn't even sure that he knew who she was. If he did accept, could she successfully seduce him? Seduction wasn't a one-way street. If the other person didn't cooperate, it became an exercise in futility. If he did cooperate and let her seduce him, she hoped he liked to lick pussy and that he had at least an average cock.
She'd never forget a man she'd had a couple of years ago. He had one of the most peculiar cocks she had ever seen-short and stubby, with a monstrous head. Fucking him was like trying to fuck an apple. He never did get the damn thing in her. That big head gave her clit pure hell, but she missed being penetrated. If she only wanted her clit stimulated, a woman would do the job just as well, and women had much better imaginations.
The water cooled, and she opened the drain and removed the pulsating shower head from the holder and set it for concentrated pulses. She propped one foot on the side of the tub to open her crotch wide and rubbed the head over her pussy, then after a few moments, she held the head a few inches away and directed the water on her clit.
Her climax came promptly. As she expected, it began, crested and ebbed almost in the blink of an eye, and didn't even make her legs tremble. It did, however, blunt the edge of her hunger for the moment. Not her passion, nothing blunted it to any degree that she could notice.
She dried briskly and went into the bedroom and strapped on her Bumble Bee clitoral stimulator and set the control on the lowest setting, then called Sandy. She thought he would still be at the office, and he was, working late to shuffle all the paperwork Aaron would normally handle. Thankfully, he agreed to meet her for lunch the next day, and wrote down the address of the small hotel.
She hated to eat alone. Cooking for one frustrated her, and she nuked a bland TV dinner and ate it with a distinct lack of interest or taste. If the Bumble Bee hadn't been buzzing delicately, radiating hot flashes to her clit and making it tingle delectably, dinner would have been a total waste.
She returned to her bedroom, got her trusty jelly vibe and lay down in the middle of the bed on her back and caressed the tool lovingly. The shaft was real thick and long, but she wished the head was larger. She liked cocks with bulging heads, like Aaron's. His exquisitely sculpted cockhead positively made her mouth water and her pussy melt. The size of the pencil wasn't as important as how the man wrote with it, and surveys showed that most cocks were close to the same size. Most of the men she'd fucked over the years were about average, and she wondered if Sandy's cock was big, like Aaron's. She shrugged inwardly. She had no reason, or right, to expect that it be anything more than average.
She adjusted the vibrator to the highest setting, spread her legs and touched the end of the tool to the bottom of her slit. She rubbed the soft tip around the mouth of her cunt and conjured up an image of Sandy, naked, with his cock fully erect, standing by the bed ogling her wanton, lush body, and pretended that she was doing herself with the fake prick at his request, getting her pussy so hot and juicy that his cock would easily penetrate her to the core of her very existence.
The tip of the tool parted the thick lips of her pussy as she moved it slowly up her gash. She avoided her clit, running the soft plastic tip in a wide circle around the erect stud, through the abundant crisp curls covering her crotch, back between her labia, and down to her saturated hole again.
This time, she inserted it, slipping the full length up her greedy quim gradually, holding it still and letting the insistent vibration start the luxurious ripples of sensation that would soon spread over her body.
"Ahhhhhh, you feel so good, Sandy," she murmured, carrying out her fantasy all the way, "fuck me good, baby. Give me a good cum."
Her body took over and dictated her actions and her hips undulated subtly. She pumped the tool in and out of her slick sex channel slowly, with a twist of her wrist, and her well-conditioned cunt muscles spontaneously clasped and relaxed around the supple rod. Years earlier, she'd read an article in a magazine that explained how to keep her vagina elastic and pliable and went right out and bought a bunch of vibrators in various sizes and used them regularly. The article recommended a pencil, but who could get off on a pencil? If she rubbed the eraser over her clit, would it make her prized pleasure button disappear?
"You're doing me good, Sandy. Keep up the good work and I'll consider fucking you again."
She emphasized the twist of her wrist at the end of each stroke, reversing the motion as she pulled the tool out of her liquefied twat. Too bad a man couldn't duplicate that action with his cock! Her pussy felt better and better, her hips lifted off the bed and rotated in wild gyrations, and it was time for her next move. Easing the tool out of her hot hole, she pushed the blunt nose up through her hairy slit, gradually sneaking up on her clitoris.
"Aaahhh, yes, you little bastard," she gasped, "get my clit good! Make me cum, you fucker! Make me explode with delight!"
The vibrator generated tumultuous, heavy-duty responses in her clit, and she tipped it over and rubbed her joy buzzer with the shaft. The sensations amplified swiftly, her ass heaved up and down and twisted round and round, and she had to use both hands to hold the tool in place.
Her orgasm came with a furious rush. She nosed the vibe over and shoved it back into her soggy hole, collared her clit between two fingers and frigged herself feverishly, and squealed with rapture, cumming in her cunt and her clit simultaneously.
The dual orgasm was exactly the kind she treasured. And seldom got from a man, even Aaron, unless he was feeling especially playful and took plenty of time to get her all lathered up before he fucked her.
She reduced the setting on the vibrator to low, closed her legs and rolled onto her side and curled up around a body pillow and went to sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Miriam bathed and sprayed on the pheromone scent she'd been using for a couple years. Hot pussy, she called it. She didn't know if it worked, but nobody had ever shied away from her because of an offensive odor, so she did know that it didn't hurt.
She thought carefully about how she wanted to dress. First impressions were important, and she didn't want to turn Sandy off before she had a chance to turn him on. So, nothing too flashy, she supposed, at least on the outside. She had some lacy panties that she wore when she gave Aaron a strip show, skimpy things that fastened on the hips so they could be dropped with a minimum of trouble. A pair of them, along with a lacy half-bra, ought to be just the ticket.
The next question was, which color? Black was more seductive, hence more subtle. Red was a hot color that stirred the libido, so red seemed more suitable for her purpose today. Should she wear a garter belt? Yes, she thought so, a lacy red one to match her bra and panties, but not red hose. That would be carrying it too far, so she chose sheer, neutral hose.
For outer garments, she chose an ecru linen miniskirt and matching double-
breasted jacket that came just below her ass. Matching high heel sandals and purse, and she was ready to set off on her great adventure. If things went the way she planned, she would come home not only well-fucked, but with Aaron's promotion in the bag as well.
The hotel Miriam selected for her lunch date with Sandy was a small commercial establishment that catered to small business people who weren't on an expense account and had to spend their own money to travel. Little known to the local crowd, it had twenty-five clean rooms, good room service from its excellent restaurant and everything was moderately priced.
More important, from Miriam's point of view, was that she owned fifty percent of the place. She might throw her pussy around with what seemed like reckless abandon, but she was frugal with her money, and had bought into the hotel as part of her individual retirement plan before she married Aaron and left the hurly-burly of the business world to be a full-time housewife.
She got to the hotel a few minutes early, made arrangements for the room, put the key in her handbag, then went into the dining room. The hostess led her to the table she had reserved the day before, one strategically placed so they could see but not be overheard.
Sandy arrived a few minutes later, pointed Miriam out to the hostess and crossed the room toward the table, wending his way through the young women modeling lingerie.
Neal 'Sandy' Hogan was forty, with sandy hair-hence the nickname-and multicolored eyes that seemed to notice everything but weren't exactly piercing. He was a little over six feet tall, was getting full around the waist, and the deep tan he got from working outside was turning sallow after so much time behind a desk.
He pulled out a chair and sat down and said, "Hello. I didn't know this place was here."
"Hello, Sandy," Miriam replied.
The waitress arrived with their drinks, and Sandy picked his up and sniffed it.
"Yes, I remember what you drink," Miriam said.
"Impressive," he said. "I thought this was going to be just a casual lunch."
"It is," she replied, "but we're going to talk a little business, too. What do you think of the show?"
He eyed the women in the shockingly revealing lingerie ensembles and clinging, sheer lounging pajamas and grinned. "Revealing," he quipped. "If I had known about this, I would have found the place sooner."
"Everything you see if for sale," Miriam said.
He cocked one eyebrow and said, "Oh?"
"I meant the outfits, but you could probably arrange something for the models." She knew damn well he could arrange something for the models. The fashion show was her idea, and she personally interviewed and hired the women. Cheap escorts services didn't measure up to her standards, and the exclusive, and expensive, escorts services were out of reach for the average small business person. If the hotel was going to cater to those small business people, the way to ensure repeat business was to cater to all their needs. Most of the models were bisexual, and for those women who didn't go that route, there were discreet young men on call. "The kitchen turns out a good prime rib sandwich on dark rye and an excellent grilled salmon steak."
"You seem to know a lot about the place," he said.
"I do," she replied, deliberately not elucidating. "If you like the service and the atmosphere, you might consider steering some business their way. I'm sure the owners would appreciate it."
"Yeah, I probably can," he said. "I think I'll have the grilled salmon."
"Will it harm your masculinity if I order?"
"Assertive women don't bother me," he replied.
Miriam signaled to the waitress and ordered, and two of the models drifted over and showed off their outfits to Sandy.
"Too bad my wife won't wear something like that," Sandy said after the waitress and models left. "She wears flannel in the winter and cotton in the summer, and it all comes all the way down to her ankles."
"Maybe she doesn't like her body."
"Nothing wrong with her body, it's her mind. She used to wear sexy stuff. Come to think of it, she stopped when I was promoted and moved into the office. Wonder if there's a connection."
"Maybe macho men turn her on, and now that you're in the office, you're no longer her macho man. Have you talked to her about it?"
"No, I've been too damn busy chasing paper and trying to solve everybody's petty problems. Was psychology your major in college?"
"No, I'm just an observer of people," Miriam replied. "The way they act, the things they do, fascinate me."
Their food and a bottle of wine arrived, and they set to.
"You're right," Sandy said, "this salmon is delicious, and the wine is just right."
"It's a local brand," she said, "grown in the Pikes Peak area."
He read the label on the bottle. "Have to remember the name and get a few bottles. You're easy to talk to. Pretty sexy, too, if I can say that without getting in trouble."
Miriam laughed softly. "Telling me that I'm sexy won't get you in trouble." Maybe the pheromones did work. "I'm a good listener, too, so if you want to talk, go right ahead." Letting him talk not only would reveal something about him, it would also relax him, both of which she wanted.
"I'm a people person, you know," he said. "Being cooped up in an office is driving me crazy. I liked it better when I was outside, meeting people, interacting with them. Now, I feel like a boring blob. Maybe that is why Betty changed. Maybe I ought to ask from my old job back and get back outside where I belong. I've thought about it a lot lately. I'm not making that much more money being in the office. It's mostly just a imagine title and work that I don't like."
"How does Betty feel about it?"
"Don't know," Sandy replied. "That's something else I ought to do, talk to her, tell her how I feel and see what she's got to say."
"It couldn't hurt," Miriam said. "From what you say, things couldn't get any worse. Now, there's something I want to talk to you about."
"Turn about is fair play," Sandy said.
"It's about Aaron's promotion. You know that he deserves one, and I don't understand what the holdup is."
Sandy put his knife and fork down and said, "Miriam, that's all.. . "
She held up her hand to stop him and said, "You're going to tell me that it's all up to the men who run the show to decide, and that's unacceptable. I invited you to lunch for a specific reason, Sandy. I want you to see that Aaron gets promoted, and I'm willing to make it worth your while."
He wasn't quite as slow as he looked. "Oh, how would you do that?"
"Quite simply, I'm willing to barter my tight little pussy for my husband's promotion," she said quietly. "I've already rented a room here, and I'll spend the afternoon with you, doing whatever you want. I'm very good, Sandy, and I'm sure that you'll feel well paid for your efforts getting Aaron promoted."
He didn't know why Aaron hadn't already told her that his promotion was in the bag, and right now, he didn't care. Aaron was his co-worker, but they weren't close friends. If his wife wanted to favor him with a little of what he was sure was prime pussy, who was he to object? Even if he and Aaron had been close friends, it probably wouldn't have made all that much difference, not with what Miriam was offering. Ever since he'd known her, he'd wanted to fuck her, and now that he had the chance, nothing else mattered.
"Miriam, anybody who handles explosives for a living is a little nuts, including me, but I'm not nearly as stupid as I look," he said. "But you have to understand, I can't guarantee anything."
"I know that the final decision will be made by the big wheels at corporate, but you must swing a lot of weight," she said. She batted her eyes and gave him a smoldering, flirtatious look. "All I want is for you to try."
"Yeah, I'll try real hard," he said, looking her over openly, "real, real hard."
"Do you have a phone?" He patted his coat over his chest, and she continued, "Call your office and tell them that you won't be back until late, then turn the damn thing off. I don't want anything to disturb us."
"Yeah, neither do I." He made his call, turned the phone off and dropped it in the side pocket of his coat.
"Lunch is on me," Miriam said. "Let's go upstairs and have some fun."
As they walked to the elevators, he said, "You're not doing this just to get Aaron promoted, are you?"
She chuckled sexily and bumped her hips against his. "You're right, you're not stupid."
In the elevator, they stood close together and Sandy breathed deeply a couple times.
"I don't know what it is, but something about the way you smell is positively captivating," he said.
Well, I guess that stuff does work. She leaned against him slightly and said, "Thank you."
"This is quite a surprise, you know. When you dropped your little bombshell, you just about blew me away."
"Well, I haven't yet," she laughed, "but believe me, I will, and you'll love it!"
She unlocked the door and went into the room ahead of him and set her handbag down. He patted her ass, and she turned to face him and put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, then backed up a step and removed his coat.
"Have a seat, honey, and I'll be right with you," she said.
There was a love seat, a straight-back chair and an upholstered chair, and he chose the love seat. She went to the radio by the bed and twirled the dial until she found a station playing soft rock, then turned and stepped up on the love seat, straddling his legs.
She wiggled and twisted without moving her feet and ruffled his hair and let him look up her skirt, then squatted and took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. She stood again and unfastened her short skirt and let it drop over his head and amazed him by somehow getting one leg out of the skirt with it over his head. He tried to look at her crotch, but the skirt was in the way, and then her other leg was out of it and it was draped around his head.
He lifted the skirt off his head and tossed it over his shoulder and looked up at her. Her jacket covered her ass and hid her pussy, and he cocked his head to the side and looked under the jacket at the junction of her shapely legs.
"You're a very unique and titillating woman," he said softly.
She chuckled and ruffled his hair and danced a little again, then took off her jacket and draped it over the back of the love seat. He laid his head on the back of the love seat and looked up at her.
She stood with her hands on her hips and gave him a smile that turned his balls to molten lava. "Teasing you this way really excites me," she said, her voice soft and quivering with arousal. "I feel bold and brazen and totally uninhibited, and my panties are so wet, they're sticking to my pussy."
He stared at her panty-clad crotch. "There isn't much there, and what there is looks soaked."
"It is," she said softly, "and they get wetter when you look at me that way."
"And what way is that?"
"As if you could eat me alive."
"Damn straight, baby. No man has ever had a better meal."
She pulled the crotch of her panties so far into her hairy seam that her lips hung below it, hunched her hips, imitating a fucking motion as she sawed it back and forth, stimulating her clit and spreading juice up and down her slit, then deftly opened the hooks on each side and let the panties drop into his lap.
The gluttonous, lusty enthusiasm for sex radiating from her voluptuous body swept over him like a strong, hot wind. "You are truly a sexy little minx," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.
"I'm a horny bitch, baby," she replied, "and you can have me any way you wish. Whatever you want, I'll do my best to give you."
She took off her bra, then put her hands on her knees and squatted and opened and closed her legs with her pussy right in front of his face. He ran his palm along the underside of her thigh and caressed one cheek of her ass, and she put her hands behind his head and pulled his face between her tits and pummeled him with the resilient mounds.
She leaned back and lifted her left tit and held the nipple out to him. He licked the thick tit tip, and she did too, the tip of her tongue on top and the tip of his tongue below. He chuckled, and she swapped tits and they licked the right one together.
"You really are something else," he laughed.
"You'd better believe it," she replied.
She stood and put her slit over the tip of his nose, then picked up the beat of the music and wiggled and twisted. When the song ended, she stepped down from the love seat and looked at his crotch.
"Is your cock real hard yet?"
"Maybe, maybe not," he teased.
"If that lump in your pants isn't a hard cock, you're deformed, so don't try to pull the wool over my eyes," she laughed."
"Maybe I'll just blindfold you and fuck you," he said.
"Tie me up, tie me down, spank my ass, fuck me right side up, upside down, in any hole you want, as long as you don't get rough or hurt me."
CHAPTER NINE
Sandy stood and took Miriam in his arms and kissed her lips gently, and she put one hand on the nape of his neck and her other hand on the back of his head and opened her mouth. Her lips came alive as his tongue slipped between them, and he cupped her naked ass and pulled her mound against his crotch. She undulated her hips and rubbed against his fully grown cock a few moments, then broke the kiss and licked his ear.
His tongue tickled over her neck and ears, flicked into her open mouth and briefly nuzzled her left nipple as his fingers grazed between her open thighs, and she purred as he touched her. She backed up a step and smiled mischievously as she hefted her tits and pointed her swollen dusty-rose nipples at him.
Her body alive with hedonistic desire, her fat nipples standing proudly erect, she dropped her tits and they jiggled enchantingly as she slid her right hand down her belly and between her thighs and fluffed up her blonde bush. A finger brushed her sensitive love button and she shuddered with spontaneous spasms of lust.
"Undress," she whispered with emphatic urgency. She moved around him and sat on the edge of the bed with her legs open so he could look at her alluring, wet pussy clearly as he undressed.
She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, and he could see that her mouth was as wet and slippery as her slit. His balls ached, and he wanted to jump on her, to fuck her immediately, to fill her with his hot, thick cream, but restrained his urgency. This was a game better played out with suspenseful leisure. He stood directly in front of her and undressed.
"I can hardly wait to see your cock," she said, her voice sultry and husky. She squeezed her tits and rolled her hard nipples between her fingers. "I'm going to suck it and fuck it and drain your balls so dry, you won't be able to cum for a week."
She made him so frantic that he fumbled and stumbled as he tore off his clothes. "Doesn't matter," he muttered, "I don't get any pussy at home anyway."
When he slid his zipper down, her hand slid down her body, into the smoldering volcano between her thighs. He kicked his pants away and stroked his swollen prick gently.
"God, Sandy, I didn't expect it to be so fucking big," she whispered.
She watched his hand slide smoothly up and down his rigid shaft as her fingers dipped into her swollen cunt lips. He stared at her hand as her fingers moved quickly in and out of her sensuous love tunnel. Her brawny erect clit standing out between her pouting pussy lips, the slurping sounds of her fingers in her cunt, the sight of her juice flowing out of her hole, made him want to bury his head between her thighs and suck up her tasty essence and lick her like there was no tomorrow.
Before today, he'd met her only socially, and she gave no indication that she was so lusty, so lascivious. He knew the right thing to do was tell her that her husband's promotion was assured, but he wasn't famous for doing the right thing. Besides, his brains were in the end of his hard cock, and all he could think of was that luscious slit between her gorgeous thighs.
They stared at each other, his cock pulsating and twitching in his hand and her pussy wide open, drenched and inviting. He rubbed his dick as he walked slowly toward her and leaned over and crushed his lips to hers. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth and took his cock away from him and pumped it urgently and pinched his nipples with her other hand, firing him up even more.
He fondled and kneaded her magnificent jugs and nipples, squeezing the hard tips between his fingers and twisting them as her tongue furiously fucked his mouth. His fingers danced lightly as they traced a path from her tits down to her sopping pussy and covered her furry mound with his hand.
She broke the kiss and stared at him with sultry eyes and hunched hard against his fingers. "Rub my hard little clitty and I'll cum for you," she murmured.
"Your clit is hard, but it's anything but little," he chuckled softly. "You'd cum if I simply breathed on it, wouldn't you."
"Yeah," she murmured, "I've got a hair trigger."
He rubbed her clit lightly with the tip of his finger. An electric shock ripped through her and she arched her back and flooded his fingers with moisture as she came in a rush of passion. She fell back on the bed without losing her grip on his dick and he followed her, kissing her fervently, his finger flicking rapidly over her clit.
When her orgasm tapered off, he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. "If you keep pumping my cock that way, I'm going to cum," he muttered.
"How do you want to cum? Do you want me to jerk you off?"
"I want to fuck your big tits," he whispered excitedly.
She smiled and nodded without hesitation. If he asked, she'd hang from the chandelier by her heels, if the room had one. "Climb aboard, honey," she whispered.
He straddled her chest and laid his cock in the deep valley of her cleavage, and she put her hands on the outside of her tits and smothered his thick shaft with the supple tan flesh. She lifted her head and licked the end of his cock every time he thrust forward, and he reached around and flicked his finger over her swollen clit.
She pressed her tits tighter around his prick and cried out and bucked and twisted as her fun gun fired a rapid volley, and he rode her chest, getting an added thrill from the violent movements of her terrific body. He shot thick streams of sticky jism all over her neck and chest, and her screams increased in volume. He thrust a few more times and added to the cock cream on her chest, and she released her tits and grabbed his cock with her right hand and rubbed the tip over her nipples.
He sat down beside her and watched as she smiled dreamily and rubbed his cum into her skin, then licked her fingers clean.
"You're something else," he said.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "You don't think that's the end of it, do you? We've got miles to go before the sun goes down."
She grabbed his prick and pulled him back over her and tugged him forward and the knob of his cock slipped between her lush lips. She held him so only the head was in her mouth and sucked avidly, rejuvenating him quickly with oral resuscitation, then opened her mouth and let his cock bounce up and down on her tongue as it twitched with new life.
"I adore making love to a cock," she whispered.
"That's obvious," he chuckled.
She rubbed the bloated head of his throbbing prong all over her face and then let it pulse freely in front of her mouth while she toyed with it with her tongue. She looked at him with mischief in her eyes as she swirled her tongue around his knob, then covered it with her lips and sucked boisterously as she took it deep into her mouth.
Using his cock as a pivot point, he turned around and knelt over her on his hands and knees and eyeballed her twat lecherously. The inner lips were swollen, pouting open, extending beyond the outer lips, begging to be kissed, and her big pink clit, erect with yearning, stood proudly out of its hood, extending beyond the slick lips, waiting eagerly for the touch of his tongue.
He couldn't decide if her snatch looked like a hairy banquet or a luscious �clair, to be nibbled on the outside, then licked deeply on the inside to get all the tasty cream. Well, whichever it was, it looked delectable. He blew his hot breath over her overflowing honey pot, and she raised her hips and pushed her cunt toward his mouth, silently imploring him to caress her sultry nexus of pleasure with his lively tongue.
He wasn't surprised when he felt his balls swell and the pressure at the base of his cock began rising as she alternated between sucking on his dick and rubbing the head over her hard nipples.
He stuck his head between her shapely thighs and licked her gash lightly, and the flavor was just as scrumptious as he expected. Spreading her pussy lips with his fingers, he licked her slit with a frisky tongue, and the exquisite taste sparked his emotions. She wiggled her ass and moaned around his cock and went slightly crazy as he went after her tumescent love button, holding the bloated stud between his lips, licking and sucking and tenderly gnawing on it.
He slid his fingers down her groove and tickled her wet hole, and she moaned louder and went a little crazier. He probed her hot hole with his finger and licked her clit dynamically, and she came, releasing a flood of sweet female cum and thrashing under him, her moans muffled by his cock as he gave her the ultimate in pleasure.
She pushed him away and tumbled onto him and stretched out full length and opened her thighs and let his prick slide up against her wet cunt. She fidgeted and wiggled, and he delighted in the feel of her splendid tits pressed into his chest and her hairy mound rubbing against his cock as they kissed deeply, exchanging tongues, biting each other's lips tenderly.
"Fire in the hole," she whispered. She sat up, then squatted over his loins, closed her hand around the thick shaft of his cock and held it upright as she slowly lowered her ass and the head spread her lips and nosed into her slick love tunnel. "Oh, that really lights my fuse, baby."
He tweaked her nipples. "I hope it's a long fuse," he laughed softly.
She rode his long lance from the root to the tip and stared at him with hot eyes. "It's real short, baby, but it's connected to several charges set to go off in series."
Her steamy sheath surrounding his prick felt absolutely marvelous, and he let her control the action, watching with lustful eyes as her tits bounced up and down as she went faster and faster, riding his prick vigorously. He put his right hand in her crotch and fingered her clit and pulled and twisted her nipples with the fingers of his left hand.
She bit her lower lip, then opened her mouth wide and screamed as her fun gun fired again. As her orgasm grew in intensity, she quickened her pace until she was humping her ass furiously, her strong legs working mightily to propel her cunt up and down his stout love spear, the muscles in her cunt squeezing and relaxing rhythmically, milking his cock. When she reached the peak of her passion, the muscles got so tight, it felt as if she was strangling his cock.
As her orgasm tapered off, she slowed her torrid pace and looked into his face and snickered. "You think you aren't going to cum, don't you? Well, I'll show you. You haven't come close to giving me all I want."
Rising valiantly to the challenge, he held her tight and rolled over, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his prick all the way into her cunt and chuckled happily as he fucked her with long, fast strokes.
"Oh, yeah, baby," she hissed, "fuck me!" Her tongue circled her lips in a totally lascivious, wanton gesture "Fuck me like you really enjoy it." She pinched and twisted his hard little nipples, just as he'd played with her tit buds, and taunted him gleefully, "You've never had your cock in a better cunt, have you?"
"No," he grunted, "yours is the absolute best."
"Then fuck me, baby! Show me how much you like my tender little cunt! Fuck my brains out and fill me with cum!"
He leered down at her, at her face twisted in sweet agony, at her big tits shimmying and shaking from the force of his pounding prick as he fucked into her again and again, with all the power he could muster.
She stopped talking and whimpered and moaned, and he knew that she was going to cum again. He increased the tempo of his cock slashing in and out of her superheated sex tunnel, and her liquefied cunt squished as he plunged in and out.
"Now," she yelled, "fill my cunt, baby, give me your cum!"
She threw her cunt at him and clawed his shoulders, and her screams reverberated off the walls as her body went into motion from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, bouncing and twisting and bucking and jerking and writhing and shuddering and cumming so hard, so forcefully that she lost all awareness of this world, existing in the never-never land known only to women who can experience the ultimate in sexual bliss.
He grunted and rode her hairy saddle for all he was worth. The muscles in her cunt milked him, squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing, so tight and demanding that he couldn't refuse her, and his aching balls exploded and pumped love juice into her in a gooey deluge.
Their bodies fused together at the crotch, and it felt as if he would never stop cumming. His hot jism hitting the mouth of her womb triggered another orgasm in her, and she grabbed the cheeks of his ass in both hands and dug her nails into him as she pulled at him, as if trying to get his prick and balls and everything inside her. He tried to fuck her, but her body movements were so spastic, all he could do was keep his cock in her and go with the flow.
After what seemed an eternity, he fell forward on top of her, his energy spent, his cock totally drained. She put her arms around him and held him close and twitched and jerked and shuddered a few more moments, then lay quietly.
"God, you really fucked me good," she whispered.
"You're fine piece of ass," he said, "and such a wild thing, I had to rise to the occasion or get left behind."
"Oh, honey, I might start without you, but I'd never leave you behind," she giggled. "Do you fuck Betty in the ass?"
"I tried one time, but didn't get it done, and she threatened to leave me if I ever tried it again."
"Well, I'm not going to leave you until you do fuck my ass," she laughed softly. "You take a short breather, then we'll have a go at it."
"What are you going to do while I take a short breather?"
"Oh, maybe I'll sit where you can see and jack off, maybe suck your cock back up if I get impatient. Don't worry, I'll think of something to make life interesting."
"Right now, life is just about as interesting as it can get," he laughed.
"That's what you think!"
CHAPTER TEN
Denise parked next to Miriam's car in the driveway and sat for a moment, gathering her courage. She had no idea why Miriam wanted to see her. If Miriam had found out that Aaron was fucking her, she could kiss her job a less than fond farewell.
Aaron fucked her three or four times a week, and except for those wonderful times, the job was pretty ordinary, but she didn't want to pound the bricks looking for another one. She could break in her next boss as easily as she broke Aaron in, but filling out those damn job applications and interviewing scared the bejesus out of her.
She got out of the car and was halfway to the door when she remembered that she'd left the flowers in the car. They were her peace offering, and she retraced her steps quickly, hoping Miriam wasn't watching her erratic movements through the window. Not knowing what kind of flowers Miriam liked, she bought three different bunches of mixed blossoms and had the florist put them together in one big bouquet.
Miriam answered the door wearing a housecoat and a scowl. Her hair was down, and it hung to her waist in back, shiny and clean and obviously brushed a hundred times.
Denise thought there was a funny looking protrusion at the base of Miriam's belly, but the scowl distracted her. "Oh," she said, "am I early? Or did I come on the wrong day?"
"You're not early, and you've got the right day," Miriam replied. "Come in."
Miriam turned and walked into the living room and Denise followed her, feeling a little foolish still holding the flowers. Miriam's hair swung gently and her shapely ass wiggled seductively under her housecoat, and if Denise had been interested in women, the sight would have turned her on.
"Have a seat," Miriam said. "I'll get you a glass of wine."
Denise noticed that Miriam didn't ask what she wanted. "These are for you," she said, holding out the flowers. "I didn't know what kind you like, so I got a mixture."
"They're nice," Miriam said, taking the flowers, "but why are you bringing me flowers?"
"They're a peace offering, and from the way you're acting, I think it's good that I brought one."
The scowl slowly faded from Miriam's face, to be replaced by a faint smile. "Thank you for being so direct. I hope you're as straightforward about everything."
"I usually try to be," Denise replied. "Every time I try to lie, I get all mixed up and get caught anyway, so I seldom try."
"Excuse me," Miriam said. She went into the kitchen and got a vase and put the flowers in it, added water, and returned to the living room. "Actually, I like flowers, and bringing them was a nice gesture." She set the vase on the coffee table and went to the bar and poured two glasses of white wine. "This is a local wine. I think you'll find it quite satisfactory." She remained standing, facing Denise, sipping her wine and looking at the young woman with cold eyes.
Denise sat on the large velvet sofa and took a sip of the wine. "Yes, it's quite good." She looked around and said, "Nice place. I like the way it's decorated."
"I hired an interior decorator," Miriam said. "I don't have the time or talent for such things."
Denise sipped some more of her wine. Did you invite me here to spank me or something?"
"Do you want me to spank you?"
"That isn't what I meant. Your attitude is very frosty, and my mom acted the same way when she was upset with me."
"But you wouldn't have brought it up unless you like to be spanked," Miriam said. "When guys fuck you, do you ask them to spank your ass? Does that turn you on?" She wondered if Aaron spanked her pretty little ass when he fucked her. She'd find out in due time. Pushing too hard too soon might scare the young woman away.
The abrupt question startled Denise. "I beg your pardon," she said, mustering all the indignation she could.
"Don't be coy with me," Miriam said. "It works on men, but I see right through it."
"I don't have to sit here and take this," Denise said, her indignation no more real this time than before.
"You will sit right there and take whatever I want to dish out," Miriam said firmly, and knew she'd guessed right when Denise didn't flinch or make any effort to get up and leave. "You're submissive, aren't you?"
"That's pretty personal," Denise said, acutely aware of Miriam's eyes on her breasts, so strong she could actually feel them, and knew that her nipples were plainly visible. Why did she wear such a thin blouse anyway?
"But you're going to answer," Miriam said.
"Okay, so I'm a little submissive," Denise replied. "But what if I am? It won't do you any good."
"Why, because you don't like me?"
"I don't have any reason to dislike you," Denise said. "I think you're gorgeous, and you have a strong sexual aura, but women don't turn me on."
"If women don't turn you on, why did you notice my strong sexual aura?"
"What's this all about, Miriam? Why are you badgering me this way?"
Miriam went to the bar and got the bottle of wine and came back and refilled their glasses. "How long have you been fucking my husband?"
Oh, shit, Denise thought, here it is! There's no way I'm going to get out of this without losing my job, I just know it. Should I put up a fight and deny it? What if he told her that he's fucking me, would she believe me over him? I doubt it. Shit, I don't know what to do. "Miriam, you've got to understand, it's just sex. I'm not trying to steal him from you. Secretaries fuck their bosses, that's just a fact of life."
"Who started it, you or him?"
Denise expected an explosion, and was surprised when it didn't happen. "I don't know. I think it was mutual."
"Well, he isn't the only one who can fuck you, you little bitch," Miriam said. She unzipped her housecoat and pulled it open. "What do you think of this?"
Denise's jaw dropped. The dildo hanging between Miriam's legs was the most realistic looking thing she'd ever seen, and bigger than any live cock she'd ever seen, including Aaron's. The harness was nearly the color of Miriam's tan skin, and at first glance, it looked as though she actually had a cock sprouting from her thick blonde bush. Before she could catch herself, Denise thought that it looked pretty damn erotic. "I don't know what to say," she muttered, unable to take her eyes off the tool.
Miriam unbuttoned Denise's blouse and pulled it open and looked at her tits. She nodded without speaking, then flipped the young redhead's skirt up and pulled her panties down to her knees.
"Miriam, please," Denise whispered, sitting passively with her legs apart and her pussy on display, "I don't do it with women."
"You'll do what I tell you," Miriam said. She yanked Denise's panties on down and put her right hand between the redhead's legs and caressed her hairy snatch, then dragged her finger through Denise's slit. "I thought you said that women don't turn you on," she chided. "Your pussy is so wet, it's dripping."
"Miriam, please.. . " Denise's voice trailed off, and it wasn't clear if she wanted Miriam to stop or continue.
Miriam didn't care anyway. She was going to do what she was going to do, and that was that. She stuck two fingers in Denise's slippery hole and pumped them in and out.
Her heart pounding and hot blood coursing through her body, Denise yanked her left foot out of her panties and threw her leg in the air and muttered, "Oh, fuck."
"Exactly what I had in mind," Miriam snickered. She bent her knees and aimed the tip of her cock at the entrance of the redhead's wet snatch and thrust in a few inches. "There, how does that feel?"
"Oh, God damn, shove it up my cunt and fuck the hell out of me," Denise said hotly, her voice hoarse with sudden excitement, tugging on Miriam's hips, making her sink the full length of the long, thick shaft of the fake dick into her depths. "Give me all of it, baby! God, I love to have my cunt stretched! Getting fucked by my another woman is outrageous!"
"Fucking another woman always makes me feel so wicked," Miriam said. She seated the vinyl dong fully, and paused a moment, letting Denise's cunt get the feel of the artificial monster.
"Oh, Miriam, I'm going to cum so fucking hard," Denise murmured.
"Yeah, so am I," Miriam said. "I've got a smaller dildo up my cunt, and it sure feels good!" She squirmed, giving herself a thrill with the dildo stuck up her own tender channel, then leaned over and licked Denise's nipples. "Your tits are lovely," she whispered passionately as she lifted her head.
"Fuck me, baby," Denise said softly.
Miriam made a couple experimental thrusts, then lifted Denise's legs and spread them wide, tipping the redhead's cunt and opening the road to her goodies. "Here it comes, baby," she said. "I'm going to fuck you as well as any man ever has."
"It isn't going to take me long to cum for you," Denise whispered.
Denise's abrupt change didn't surprise Miriam. It was exactly what she expected from a submissive. The redhead's tits stuck up haughtily, begging to be sucked. Shaking with lust, her entire body infused with the flames of sexual excitement, she leaned over and caught a big fat nipple between her lips as she bucked forward, expanding Denise's cunt and banging against her womb. Denise's nipple rose in her mouth, becoming thicker and harder.
Miriam sucked Denise's nipple tenderly, then looked at her with steamy eyes. "Ummm, I like fucking you, you little bitch."
"Ooohhh, God, yes," Denise hissed, "fuck me, fuck me hard!"
"You're a fine little fuck, baby," Miriam said hoarsely, "one of the best cunts I've ever fucked."
"Fuck my cunt, baby," Denise wailed, "fuck it good! Ooohhh, I love to fuck and cum, baby, and I love the way you fuck! Make me cum, baby, make me cum!"
"My big prick never gets soft, and I'm going to use it to fuck your brains out," Miriam replied. "Going to fuck you good, make you cum so much you won't be able to walk!"
"I know how to crawl," Denise whimpered. "Don't make promises! Fuck!"
Miriam grabbed Denise's nipple between her teeth and bit it gently as she plundered the redhead's frenzied cunt with her big prick, pausing teasingly on the backstroke, then slamming back into Denise's spasming fuck-hole as hard as she could.
"Oh, fuck, baby," Denise moaned breathlessly, "your big cock feels so good! You really know how to fuck, baby! Keep it up, baby, you're really getting me good!"
Miriam released Denise's nipple and raised up so she could watch her fat prick slide in and out of the redhead's hot quim. Cunts fascinated her, and watching her thick shaft sliding in and out of Denise's opulent, hair-covered lips, all wet and gooey with love oil, made her mind turn cartwheels. "God, fucking you is wonderful, baby," she whispered. "I feel like the most virile man on earth, with the biggest fucking cock in the world, fucking the best cunt in the whole fucking universe."
"A beautiful man with gorgeous big tits and a terrific cock," Denise moaned. Her climax was approaching rapidly. Miriam's prick might be artificial, but it felt fantastic, so big and hard, filling her cunt so full, expanding it nearly to the limit, easily as far as Aaron's cock stretched her, and her moans and shivers and body movements became more dramatic. "It's here, baby," she whimpered. "Oh, God, yes, it's here!"
Miriam stepped up the pace, fucking the redhead with deep tip to root thrusts, rocking her body with the force. "Get ready to fly, baby," she panted. "I'm going to cum with you."
Denise yanked her legs away from Miriam and locked them around the blonde's neck and wiggled and humped furiously.
Riding a little higher in the redhead's stellar saddle, Miriam worked the upper side of her prick over Denise's clit and felt the redhead's strong cunt clinging to her cock, pulling on it, cradling it with her tight sheath. Her own muscles flexed around the smaller dildo stuffed up her twat and her clit scrubbed against the soft harness, bringing her ever closer to the peak.
The hasty, hot quivering of her ass and thighs, the juicy slap of her cunt, said more than words for Denise, a clear signal that she was going to have one hell of an orgasm! Her impetuous panting turned into an intemperate moan of delight and her cunt flexed and vibrated in harmony with her body as Miriam's plunging prick jangled her nerves.
"I'm going to cum, Miriam," Denise yelled. "Ooohhh, yes, baby, fuck me good! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!" Her climax came on strong, and her voice rose to an ecstatic crescendo. "I'm cumming, baby!"
Miriam rode out the redhead's clamorous sexual frenzy, holding onto her thighs, her own teeth clenched, her muscles straining as she battered Denise's snatch with all her might. She felt her own orgasm stirring deep in her belly, but held it back a few minutes. First, she had to deliver on her promise to Denise, then she could cum.
Denise bucked and jerked and twisted, aware only of the exquisite sensations washing over her body. Getting off on a tongue was fun, but a prick couldn't be beat, even if it was artificial. She continued to cum and Miriam kept right on fucking dynamically, and her next orgasm seized her and pushed her to giddy heights.
"I'm cumming with you, baby," Miriam shouted, bucking and heaving turbulently, fucking Denise and herself as hard as she could.
"Get it, baby," Denise wailed.
Denise climaxed again and again and again, the orgasms ripping through her like a tornado, turning her blood to molten lava and her brain to mush. She lost count of the number of times she came. Not that sheer quantity mattered. What mattered was the mind-boggling exhilaration she felt. Finally, she gave it up and slumped listlessly, unable to move, unable to cum again, the last ounce of energy wrung from her slack body.
"So there," Miriam said, "do you think you can you walk now?"
"I doubt it," Denise said with a deep sigh. "God, baby, you really gave me a fine fucking!" She giggled. "God, I never in my life thought that I'd ever say such a thing to another woman!" She reached down between her legs, let her fingers trail along the artificial prick. "Did you cum?"
"Yes, once," Miriam replied. "I held back so you would cum as much as you could."
"I came almost more than I could! Wiggle that thing around a little, and let me feel it. Ummm, that's good. Wish a man could do that after he fucks me real hard. Anyway, I thought I was going to die! The only thing missing was a big load of cum shooting into me."
"Do you feel it when Aaron cums?"
"Miriam, I.. . " She realized how silly it was to get shy now. "Yeah, and I feel so fulfilled when he squirts me full of his hot cream."
"Yeah, I feel the same way," Miriam said. She caressed Denise's tits and kissed her.
The kiss surprised Denise, although it shouldn't have, not after what had just happened. Miriam's sumptuous lips were supple and alive and warm and very demanding, and she liked the way they felt against hers, liked kissing another woman. She ran her tongue into Miriam's mouth and wiggled it, and when she pulled it back, Miriam's lively tongue followed. She'd never had a woman's tongue in her mouth, of course, and she liked that, too.
Miriam probed the hot young redhead's mouth and hunched her hips and chuckled when Denise gasped softly. The notion of fucking her again was strong, but first, she wanted to let Denise cool off and see how she reacted then. She broke the kiss and patted Denise on the cheek, then unbuckled the dildo harness and backed away.
Denise looked at the dildo and said, "Oh, now I see why you came." She pulled dildo out of her snatch and looked it over carefully. "I've seen these used in porno flicks, but I don't think they had a dildo on each side of the harness."
"Most of them don't," Miriam said, "although I don't know why. They work a lot better." She gave Denise a glass of wine and sat across from her in a large brocade chair. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that women in porno flicks don't necessarily have to have orgasms."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Denise laid the dildo aside and sipped her wine and eyed Miriam's naked body. "You're more voluptuous than I thought."
"This is the first time you've seen me naked."
"I didn't expect to see you naked now," Denise laughed. "I didn't know why you asked me to come see you, but I certainly didn't expect this!"
"Sometimes, surprises can be very pleasant," Miriam said.
"Yes, I think this surprise was very pleasant," Denise said. "I thought if another woman did more than kiss me on the cheek, I'd lose my cool." Unconsciously, she reached over and touched the dildo. "I really liked the way you fucked me."
"How long have you been fucking Aaron?"
"I feel kind of funny talking to you about him," Denise said quietly.
"I don't know why," Miriam said. "He fucks both of us, and I've fucked you, so there has to be some sort of bond between you and me."
"About a year and a half," Denise said, "since shortly after I started working for him."
"He doesn't know that I'm bisexual," Miriam said, "and I think it's best that you not tell him. I don't care if you fuck him, but don't tell him about you and me. Don't tell him anything about me, in fact."
"It's in my own best interest not to," Denise said.
"I heard the timer," Miriam said. "Let's have dinner."
"All this and dinner, too," Denise said. She looked down at herself and chuckled. "My clothes are a mess."
"Take them off," Miriam said, "so I can look at your naked body during dinner."
"I've never eaten in the nude," Denise said.
"First time for everything," Miriam said. "You've never been fucked by a woman either."
Denise stood and undressed and didn't flinch when Miriam took her hand and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I like kissing you," she said quietly.
Miriam seated Denise at the dining table and she sat quietly, sipping the delicious wine as Miriam brought the food from the kitchen. She realized abruptly, with startling clarity, that she wanted to stay the night with Miriam and make love with her. Eating pussy was a far cry from anything she'd ever thought about doing, but life has a way of tossing surprises in one's path as it rolls merrily along, oblivious to what people expect. She emptied her glass and refilled it from the fresh bottle Miriam had put on the table a moment earlier. Nothing like wine to calm her nerves and fortify her courage.
They ate manicotti and green salad and crusty bread, and Miriam swapped the white wine for a dry red wine.
"I like manicotti," Denise said, "but I don't have the patience it takes to cook the filling and shells and stuff them."
"I use a recipe that lets you take a lot of shortcuts," Miriam said. "You put everything together raw and cook it slow, and you can't tell the difference."
"I sure can't," Denise said. "I'm not a very good cook. I usually pop some frozen stuff in the microwave and I can't tell what I'm eating."
"I'm sure you have other attributes," Miriam said. "Have you ever been married?"
"No, and I don't think I will be, at least for a long time," Denise replied. "I've got the heart of a wild goose. I'm still young, but I haven't met a man who understands that I like variety."
"Did you know that a goat has the highest normal temperature of any mammal?"
"No," Denise laughed, "and I'm not sure what that has to do with anything."
"You and I are like a goat, honey, we stay hot all the time. To borrow a phrase from the demolition business and twist it a little, we've got a fire in the hole. Does Aaron fuck you every day?"
"No," Denise said, "two, maybe three times a week."
"He's a damn fool."
"He's very busy," Denise said.
"A man should never be too busy to fuck a sexy woman."
"If I believed in reincarnation, I'd come back as a man next time," Denise said. "I think that having a big cock would be fun."
"You just might get a little one," Miriam laughed. "I think that having a pussy is better. You don't see women running around begging men to fuck them, but men do a lot of begging. Besides, I've got a cock, as you well know."
"Yeah, and I like the way you use it," Denise chuckled. She felt a lot more comfortable with Miriam, and liked discussing their sex lives with her. "Aaron isn't the only man you fuck, is he?"
"No," Miriam replied. "like you, I like variety."
"If he knew, I don't think he'd care. Sex isn't at the top of his priority list. Sometimes, I think he fucks me because I want it. Don't get me wrong, I think he enjoys it, but I also think he could do without it and not notice until the pressure became too great to bear."
"You're very insightful," Miriam said.
"I feel very sexy, sitting here naked and eating good food and drinking delicious wine," Denise said. She reached over and caressed Miriam's cheek tenderly. "May I stay with you tonight?"
"You know what will happen if you do, don't you?"
"Yes," Denise said softly. "I like the taste of cum, and when I suck a guy off, I swallow. I don't think sucking your pussy and drinking your juice will be much different. Besides, I like to do outlandish things."
"I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher, then we can have coffee and brandy in the living room."
"I'll help," Denise volunteered. "I like being with you."
Miriam loaded a tray with coffee and brandy and carried it to the living room, and they sat on the couch together, close enough for their thighs and hips to touch. Women know when they're going to fuck, and a guy can jump through his ass and not change her mind if she decides to keep her knees together.
Denise sat up very straight as she sipped her cognac and coffee, showing her tits off for Miriam's benefit, just as she would have done with a man she knew she was going to fuck. The behavior came so natural, she wasn't aware she was doing it. "Your smell excites me," she said softly.
"It's supposed to," Miriam chuckled. "It's a pheromone scent." She moved her knee, let it brush against Denise's.
Denise returned the pressure, thrusting her tits out a little further. "Is it a secret, or will you tell me the name of it and where I can get it?"
"I'll give you a bottle before you leave and tell you the name of the store where I buy it. Do you date a lot?"
"As often as I want, probably not as often as some of the guys I know would like," Denise replied. "I love to fuck, and I don't want anybody to get serious with me. I turn down more offers than I accept. I've got some sort of sixth sense, and I can tell within minutes if a guy is a good lover or not. If a guy pleases me, I'll see that he gets everything he can handle, probably a little more."
Miriam turned slightly and deliberately pressed her tit against Denise's arm. "I'm glad you didn't chicken out," she said softly.
Denise turned her head and looked at Miriam. "So am I," she said quietly. "I like being with you. You were right, you know. We do have some sort of special bond between us, something more than Aaron's cock, something deeper. If you'll let me, I want to spend a lot more time with you."
"I'd be a fool to say no," Miriam chuckled softly. She put her glass on the coffee table and looked into Denise's eyes, then put her hand on Denise's cheek and kissed her lovingly.
Denise's heartbeat speeded up and her breathing deepened and she put her hand behind Miriam's head and eagerly accepted her tender tongue. Miriam fondled the young redhead's tits and kissed her more passionately, and Denise melted inside. He pussy melted, too, and ran down the crack of her ass.
Denise broke the kiss and looked at Miriam with misty eyes. "My first intimate kiss with a woman," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I like the way your tongue felt in my mouth."
"Close your eyes and just feel, baby," Miriam murmured soothingly. Denise's mouth was open slightly, and she licked her finger and then touched the tip to the redhead's lips lightly. "Your lips are so soft," she said softly, "so moist and smooth, so sexy and kissable."
Denise's nerves tingled delightfully and the lips of her pussy swelled. "Oooooo," she whispered, awash in sensations as she pursed her lips around Miriam's finger and sucked lightly.
"Yes, baby," Miriam whispered, "suck my finger like you suck a cock." She fucked Denise's mouth with her finger, a motion they both knew so well, the rhythm primitive and profoundly sexual, and leaned over and pressed the tip of her tongue into Denise's ear, mimicking the rhythm of her finger.
Denise never imagined that anything so simple could be so deeply sensual and arousing. Her tits swelled and a sweet ache infused her pussy and she nearly climaxed. She reached up and cupped Miriam's left tit and squeezed it gently.
Miriam pushed the hand away, gently but firmly. "Not yet, darling, let me be in charge." She nipped Denise's ear lobe and pulled her finger from the redhead's sexy mouth and stroked her nipples tenderly. "Your tits are so pretty and your nipples are so swollen. Do you like the way my fingers feel on your hard nipples?"
Denise fought the urge to open her eyes and nodded vigorously and whispered, "Oh, yes!"
"I know how you feel, darling. Your heart is pounding and you can't seem to get enough air into your lungs. I felt the same way the first time a woman made love to me. Your nipples look so suckable, and your tits are bigger than I expected. You're so svelte, I thought they would be smaller."
"They don't disappoint you, do they?"
"God, no," Miriam said quickly, honestly. "Mine are so damn big, I'm always sticking them in everything. Guess I'm built for comfort, not speed."
"Oh, darling, there's nothing slow about you," Denise laughed.
Miriam leaned over and took one nipple in her teeth, and Denise knew she was going to stain the couch, by the way her pussy was gushing.
"Beautiful young tits," Miriam whispered as she hefted one tit and weighed it, "heavy and ripe." She drew her fingers from the outside of the mound to the pink center, pulling at the nipple, repeating the action over and over.
Denise thought she would go mad. "Oh, Miriam, that feels so good," she whispered.
"I know, darling," Miriam said softly. "The way a woman makes love to another woman is totally different than the way a man does it. A woman who cherishes the sensuality and inner spirit of women can give you so much pleasure, more pleasure than you've ever experienced with a man or by yourself. Let yourself go, darling, and experience the innate response of your body, enjoy how good I can feel." She licked one erect nipple with the flat of her tongue, drew back and blew on the wet tip. Again and again, she wet the tight bud, then heated it with her breath and chuckled huskily when Denise squirmed. "Doesn't that just drive you wild?"
"You're making me crazy," Denise murmured. "My pussy is going to explode."
"Yes, but not yet, darling, and that's the wonderful part. Your pussy will get hotter and hotter, but you won't cum until we're ready. And it'll be so intense, I'll be able to feel it, share it with you." Miriam licked Denise's nipple again, then drew it into her mouth and suckled tenderly.
A tightness flowed from Denise's tit to her pussy, as though the sucking made a path through her body and she could feel the pull between her legs. "Oh, that feels so good," she whispered. "It makes my pussy quiver and my clit tingle."
"Mmmmmmmmm," Miriam mumbled around
Denise's nipple.
"I'm so excited," Denise murmured. "Making it with another woman is exciting."
Miriam lifted her head and licked Denise's other nipple, then kissed her on the mouth. "Put your feet on the couch and spread your legs, darling," she said softly, her voice throaty, sexy.
"Are you going to lick my pussy now?"
"Among other things," Miriam chuckled.
Mesmerized by lust, Denise put her feet on the couch and let her knees fall to the side. "May I open my eyes? I want to watch you."
Miriam slid off the couch and knelt in front of Denise. "Not yet, darling. The mystery, the suspense is part of the pleasure." She blew her hot breath over the redhead's pussy and chuckled as the lips twitched. "Your pussy is so pretty and so wet," she whispered.
Miriam didn't know Denise's limits, and wondered how long she could keep her on the edge of climax without letting her cum. She skimmed her lush lips down the inside of the redhead's right thigh, then down the inside of her left thigh, tickling and tantalizing the smooth tender skin, and then brushed her thick hair over the redhead's mound.
Denise was going crazy, was sure she would fly apart in a million pieces, and didn't think she would even feel the explosion. "You're torturing me," she whispered, reaching for Miriam's head to pull it forward.
"No, baby," Miriam said, replacing Denise's hands at her sides, "I'm in charge."
"You're driving me crazy." Denise took a deep breath and expelled it slowly. "And it feels wonderful."
Miriam caressed the inside of Denise's thighs with light fingertips, then dragged her tongue down the inside of each thigh and over her mound, carefully avoiding her slit. "Now, darling, open your eyes and watch me," she murmured.
Denise lifted her head and watched raptly, her eyes blazing with lust.
Miriam slid her hands under Denise's ass and tickled the tip of her tongue over the redhead's cunt lips, then licked the center of her slit. "Hmmm, your pussy tastes so good," she said softly. "I knew it would." Using just her index fingers, she peeled Denise's lips apart and slowly explored the folds of succulent flesh with her tongue.
Denise shuddered and gasped. "I wondered how it would feel when you licked me," she whispered, her voice shaky with arousal. "God, it's fantastic!"
Miriam slid two fingers into Denise's hot, sopping honey hole and pumped them in and out slowly as she flicked her tongue over the redhead's pulsing love stud.
Denise cupped her tits and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. "Oh, darling, everything feels terrific," she said softly. "I'm going to cum so hard."
"Let it come, baby," Miriam cooed. "Enjoy what I'm doing to your pussy and let it all come out." She blew her warm breath over Denise's inner lips. "Yes, baby, share your climax with me." Her tongue flicked and her fingers drove in and out.
Pressure built in Denise's belly, and waves of pleasure began to crest. "Oh, fuck," she cried, "it's so good!"
Miriam licked Denise's inner lips, around her fingers, then used her fingers to spread Denise's box open and licked all the succulent flesh her tongue could reach.
Denise wanted to tell Miriam how wonderful her tongue felt, but it felt so damned good she couldn't speak. As Miriam's tongue skated more aggressively over her fiery clit, it became impossible to even form words, let alone say them.
Pausing a moment, Miriam murmured, "Your pussy tastes absolutely delectable, darling. I want you to cum real hard for me."
Denise jerked and wailed and came, the spasms going on and on, un-like any climax she had ever experienced. Not the hard, fast kind she had when she masturbated, not the kind she had with her pussy filled with a hard cock, definitely not the kind she had when a guy licked her, but deep in the core of her being, and marvelously different.
Miriam straightened up and caressed Denise's silky tits and stuck her tongue out and wiggled the tip. Denise stuck her tongue out and the tips touched, then their lips came together deliciously, provocatively. Miriam squeezed the redhead's tits and slipped her tongue into Denise's mouth.
"Ummmmmm," Denise breathed. She caressed Miriam's big tits and sucked her tongue, and her clit filled with hot blood and tingled hard.
The young redhead was more passionate, more eager to experience lesbian loving than Miriam expected. Her own nipples grew hard under the deft twiddling of Denise's fingers and her clit swelled and shot hot thrills up her cunt.
Denise's full, sensuous lips writhed over Miriam's and her tongue fluttered delightfully in Miriam's mouth as the blonde groped her. She drew back and nibbled Miriam's puffy lower lip and whispered, "Your mouth is so hot and tastes so good."
"It tastes like your pussy," Miriam chuckled.
"That's why it tastes so good," Denise giggled. She carefully hefted one swollen tit with both hands, rubbed the pink nipple with her thumb, and watched intently as it peaked voluptuously. "Handling your tits is so fucking exciting," she whispered.
"I love to have them handled," Miriam said hoarsely.
"And I'm just the woman to do it," Denise giggled as she lifted Miriam's other hefty tit and licked both nipples. "Your nipples are so long and thick and red," she said wonderingly, full of innocence.
Miriam thrust her chest out and said, "I rouged them just for you, darling."
"You're naughty," Denise laughed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Denise fondled Miriam's tits all over, watching her hands with fascination. "Heavenly," she breathed. "They're so big and heavy and warm and smooth."
"That's a lot of adverbs," Miriam chuckled. Denise's heat and zest excited her. The hair along her crevice was drenched, and warm juice dribbled down the crack of her ass. "I come by them naturally. My mother and grandmother were buxom babes." She stood and spread her legs, showing her pussy in all its wet glory.
"Ohhhhh," Denise breathed, "I love your thick bush." She patted the arm of the couch. "Sit up here," she said excitedly, "I want to look at your pussy!"
"Oh, I like you, darling," Miriam chuckled as she sat on the arm and opened her legs wide.
Her mossy mound was pleasingly plump, split by a long, thick-lipped crack. She spread her legs a little wider and the dewy lips opened with a faint kissing sound, and Denise stared at her clit. Already engorged with blood, it jutted out of its hood, looking like a miniature penis.
"My God," Denise blurted, "your clit is huge!" With shaking hands, she pulled the lips open further and stared into the depths of Miriam's cunt. The interior changed from bright pink to pale red and got very juicy. She licked her lips and let her head drift slowly forward.
"Wait," Miriam whispered, "watch this."
Miriam put Denise's hands on top of her thighs and watched Denise's face as she held her clit between the index and middle finger of her right hand and teased the tip with her left index finger, rotating it slowly, gradually increasing speed until her finger was twirling full tilt.
Just before she came, she jerked her clitoral hood furiously, holding it tightly between the fingers of her right hand, and her love button popped further out. She yelled with audacious euphoria as her ass bounced and jerked all over the arm of the couch, then took her hands out of her crotch and let her climax ebb.
"Oh, that's awesome," Denise whispered. "Where did you learn to do it that way?"
"The first woman who went down on me showed me," Miriam said.
Miriam's pussy gaped at Denise, dripping with juice, and she couldn't resist touching it. That humongous clit seemed to beckon to her, and she dived right in and planted a sloppy kiss on the long slit. It was warm and slick and tasty, and kissing it thrilled her. She licked the tight little mouth of Miriam's cunt, then kissed the enormous clit and sucked gently, drawing the big spike between her lips.
"Oooooo," Miriam murmured, "you catch on quickly." She bucked and slipped off the arm and tipped her cunt up and threw her left leg over the back of the couch. Denise stayed with her, her lips sealed around Miriam's erect clitoris, sucking tenderly. "Suck a little harder, baby," she panted. Her body jerked, her head twisted backward as if caught in an intense muscle spasm, her mouth hung open, and the look on her face registered her tremendous pleasure. "Ooohhh, that's fantastic, darling, so fucking good! I'm going to cum!" Shaking all over, she squealed and tangled her fingers in Denise's hair, and every time her ass bucked up, she snatched Denise's mouth to her twat.
Denise stopped sucking and instead flicked her tongue rapidly over Miriam's love button and slid two fingers up the redhead's tight quim and churned them around while her tongue tortured Miriam's clit, pushing her over the last hurdle into orgasmic nirvana. She tormented Miriam's clit a few minutes longer, then used both hands to hold her pussy wide open, stuck her mouth in the open gash and ran her tongue up and down the juicy slit and tickled Miriam's agitated joy buzzer.
Miriam's impassioned erotic pressure diminished, but nerve-jangling sensations continued to course through her body as Denise licked faster, and she scaled the heights again. The harder she came, the faster Denise licked, the faster Denise licked, the harder Miriam came, humping her ass up and down frantically, passion juice flowing from her cunt in torrents. Most of it cascaded into Denise's mouth and the rest of it trickled over her chin and down the crack of Miriam's ass.
Miriam reached the point where she had to get away from Denise's maddening tongue or go crazy. She pulled Denise's head up and held it against her belly. "Damn, woman," she exclaimed, "I thought you were going to suck my pussy inside out! For a beginner, you've got a delightfully wicked tongue, darling."
Denise laughed and licked Miriam's belly. "Guess I got carried away. Once I got started, I just couldn't stop."
"So I noticed," Miriam chuckled. "You're simply loaded with natural talent, or you lied to me.
Denise grinned again. "It's all natural talent, darling."
Miriam pushed Denise onto her back and fell on her and mashed her sopping slit against Denise's steamy cunt, and the erotic slippery coupling, the electrifying kiss of fleshy nether lips and supersensitive clits coming together, thrilled both of them to the core.
"Now I'm going to fuck you good, you horny little imp," Miriam said hoarsely.
The uniqueness of the situation and her own raging lust made Denise's head spin. "Ohhh, darling," she whined, "your cunt against mine feels so good, and I can feel your big clit!" She arched her back and pushed her tits high and clutched at Miriam's body as her ass took off in high gear, heaving up and down and twisting around and around, hunching anxiously against Miriam's cunt.
"Yeah," Miriam grunted, "it's natural talent. You know just what to do."
Denise reached up and grabbed Miriam's bloated nipples and twisted them rigorously as they fucked with a ravenous, sensuous rhythm, feeling as though they had rubbed pussies many times before, their slick cunt lips skidding across each other, their shapely asses hunching and twisting, their tits swelling to luscious fullness.
"You clit feels like a little dick rubbing against my clit," Denise panted.
Miriam mashed her big tits into Denise's mounds and glued her mouth to Denise's and their tongues dueled and grappled and tempestuous spasms of fervor blistered their frenetic loins. They breathed in labored gasps through their noses, sucking for oxygen, unwilling to slow down, climbing impatiently toward the peak in a precipitous dash, both knowing they were going to blow like volcanoes.
The ostentatious, shuddering quakes of Miriam's orgasm triggered Denise's explosive eruption, and they lunged and jerked together as their wild, ageless shouts of ecstasy burst from their throats and blended in a paean to Sappho.
Miriam lifted her head and gasped and lurched and finished with quick little jiggles, and the lingering spasms of carnal fruition were as penetrating, as delightful as any she had ever known. "Oh, darling," she breathed, "you're a dynamite piece of ass!"
"You did all the work," Denise said with a big sigh of satisfaction, "I just went along for the marvelous ride. Your big old clit rubbing against mine was sensational. I've never seen one so big." She giggled. "Come to think of it, I'd never seen another clit or pussy until tonight."
"So, how do you like making it with another woman?"
"After tonight, I'll never be satisfied with just men," Denise said.
"I've fucked a lots of guys, and not one of them ever sucked my pussy as well as another woman does. It isn't their fault, poor dears, a woman simply knows how to please another woman. Once a woman lets another woman go down on her, she's hooked for life."
"Are you saying that every woman is bisexual?"
"Yeah, I think that deep down, they are. Trouble is, a lot of them freak out at the thought of getting it on with another woman. They don't know what they're missing. I like the softness of women, not just their bodies, but the way they make love."
"Until tonight, I wouldn't have known what you meant," Denise said, "but I sure do now!"
"Have you ever ridden a really big cock? Bigger than Aaron's, I mean."
"Once," Denise giggled. "The damn thing looked like a toy baseball bat, and I nearly backed out when I saw it. When I tried to suck it, I could barely get the head in my mouth, but I got the whole thing in my pussy."
"Do you like orgies?"
"Never been to one," Denise replied.
"I like to fuck two men at the same time. Having two cocks all to myself, to do with as I please, really excites me."
"Never done that, either," Denise said.
"You've led a sheltered life," Miriam laughed. "I always think I'll go crazy from sheer pleasure when two guys double-team me. I like to whip a man's cock as fast as I can and watch his cum fly all over the place. I can do that at an orgy and not worry about not getting fucked. The last time I went to an orgy, everyone there did me at the same time, licking my pussy, sucking my tits, kissing me, then I took three cocks at once, one in my mouth, one in my cunt and one in my ass."
"I have led a sheltered life," Denise chuckled. "I can take it up the ass, and maybe someday I'll have the chance to try taking two guys at once. Some of my girlfriends are always going on about a trio with a guy and another woman, and I always wondered what they did. Now, I realize they're bisexual, and I know what they did. Do you think that we could work it out so you and I could double-team Aaron?"
"I doubt it," Miriam said. "I've hinted pretty strongly about a threesome with me and another woman, and he sort of brushed it off. But I know some other guys who love to have two women at the same time, and I can arrange it with one of them."
"Yeah, that would be super," Denise said.
Miriam sat up and looked in Denise's eyes. "You're so beautiful, so sexy," she said softly.
"You're beautiful, too," Denise whispered. "I like being with you. You're so laid back, so mellow. I want to fuck you. Is that dildo still handy?"
"Right where we left it," Miriam replied, "and I imagine you've been on the receiving end of a live cock often enough to know how to use it."
Miriam helped Denise insert the small dildo in her pussy and strap on the harness.
Denise looked down and grinned as she made a ring with her thumb and forefinger and pretended to masturbate the counterfeit cock. "I feel so different wearing this," she mused.
"You look good with a cock, darling," Miriam said, "luscious tits on top and a magnificent cock jutting from between your creamy thighs. None of the women who have fucked me with that looked quite as provocative as you."
"Is there some special way you like to be fucked?"
"Anyway you want to do it, darling," Miriam said. "Feel free to improvise, I'm sure you have a very good imagination."
"Do you like to fuck doggie-style?"
"I adore it," Miriam replied. "The head of a guy's cock always gets my G-spot when I take it from the rear. Would you believe I've run into some guys who don't like to fuck a woman from behind? I couldn't believe my ears the first time a guy told me it was unnatural!"
"Oh, I can believe it," Denise replied. "I've had the same experience."
Miriam got on her hands and knees rested her head on her crossed arms and presented her ass and cunt to Denise. "It's all yours, darling."
Denise knelt on the couch behind Miriam and chuckled happily as she grasped the shaft of her manufactured monster in one hand, parted the thick curls covering Miriam's plump mound with the tip and pressed it into her tight hole.
Miriam moaned with delight as the thick knob eased into her drizzly cunthole, stretching her pussy lips tightly around the shaft as it drove into her. "Ohhh, I love to have my pussy full of hard cock."
"We have one big advantage over a real cock," Denise giggled, "this one is always hard!" Fucking another woman came naturally to her, and she immediately got the hang of using the gadget. The dildo up her snatch sent shivers of delight through her loins as she bucked forward and wiggled her ass up and down, and her own passions started soaring. "Going to fuck you good now, baby," she muttered, "going to make you cum so hard you can't stand it."
"Oh, yes," Miriam panted, "fill my cunt full of your hard cock and fuck my brains out, just like a man would!"
Denise held onto Miriam's hips and plunged her prick methodically, relentlessly in and out of the blonde's deep, tight hole. "Oh, fuck, this is so exciting," she whispered. "Thank you for seducing me."
"Yeah, I had to work real hard," Miriam laughed, rocking and rolling, fucking back at Denise with gusto.
Denise leaned over and wrapped her arms around the middle of Miriam's body and hunched and bucked rapidly. Her tits swayed and her elongated nipples danced over Miriam's back, imparting all the movement needed to generate erotic electricity in the turgid buds. "Oh, God, this is great," she whispered.
"Oooooo, baby," Miriam moaned. "You're getting me so good. I love the way you fuck. Do you like fucking me?"
"Love it," Denise panted. "Am I doing it right?"
"Any righter and I'd go crazy! Slow down, I want it to last."
"My cock never gets soft, baby," Denise reminded her. "I can fuck you all night."
Denise plunged her cock in and out of Miriam's slushy, widely stretched snatch, fucking her tenaciously. Each time she buried her long prick to the hilt in Miriam's happy hole, she rotated her ass in vigorous, cunt-stretching circles, then resumed her diligent thrusting.
Miriam's cunt fluttered and spasmed around the thrusting tool, a thin patina of sweet sweat covered her body and voluminous quantities of juice poured from her stimulated hole.
Inspired by Miriam's passionate response, Denise skewered her cunt vigorously, banging against her womb with the tip of the big prick. The dildo in her twat had a decidedly delightful effect, and her upper body turned bright pink with pre-orgasmic blush as her own passions soared.
The slurpy sounds of the pliant plastic prick mingled with their feverish grunts and groans, then they squealed simultaneously and climaxed together, humping for all they were worth, thrashing and writhing in blissful, amorous agony, cumming again and again.
They made the descent back to earthy reality slowly, reluctant to let go of the heavenly pleasure.
Denise gave Miriam's spastic love tunnel one last deep, tip to root thrust of her long tool and left the big rod in Miriam's snatch, binding them together at the crotch, as she lay on top of her, breathing hard, soft ripples of delight still coursing through her.
"Ummmmmm, terrific," Miriam sighed. "You really know how to fuck, darling. I came so fucking hard!"
Denise kissed the back of Miriam's neck tenderly. "I'm glad I fucked you the way you like. At first, I wasn't sure I could, then I got the hang of it and it was fun."
"Let's go to bed and stretch out and grope each other a while," Miriam said.
"That will get me started again," Denise snickered.
"I sure hope so," Miriam laughed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Miriam let Bud Sasser ogle her glistening naked body a while, then went inside and got what she thereafter thought of as 'the' call.
The phone rang just as she came in the door, and she picked it up quickly, hoping it was Cynthia calling to say that she'd arranged a threesome with her husband.
"Hi," Aaron said.
"Well, I thought you'd forgot about me," Miriam said. "I expected you back at the end of the week, and I haven't heard from you in four days. How's the job going?"
"I was in Dallas only two days, Miriam. I've been in San Francisco the rest of the time."
"San Francisco?" They'd talked about vacationing in San Francisco, but she didn't expect him to go there alone. "What are you doing in San Francisco?"
"Working." He let the silence build a few seconds, then said, "Listen, Miriam, I'm not coming back to Denver for a while. I need some time by myself to think, to work things out."
"I didn't know that you had anything to sort out." She felt a fleeting flash of fear. "If you did, you should have talked to me so we could work it out together." A strong sense of intuition immediately replaced the fear. "But I guess that's neither here nor there at this point. You aren't coming back at all, are you?"
"I honestly don't know."
She thought he sounded meek, like a whipped dog with his tail between his legs. Subconsciously, she expected him to walk out on her one day. Not because she played around, he didn't care one way or the other, but because he simply wasn't comfortable with being married. Well, she'd not only prepared herself mentally, she'd prepared financially as well, and she'd be okay.
"I know," she said. "What do you want me to do with your car and your clothes and stuff?"
"I'll send for my clothes and stuff. I've got a company car, so you can sell my car and keep the money. I'm not going to leave you in a bind, Miriam. We'll work out something on support or whatever."
"I'll see a lawyer tomorrow, and he'll be in contact with you soon. It would be more convenient if you'd hire a local lawyer to handle your end of it. Do you like your new job?"
"So far, it's just fine," he said. "You're pretty calm about everything."
She chuckled wryly. "If you were here where it would do some good, I might throw a few things, maybe at you. Since you aren't, all I can do is suck it up and take it in stride. Whatever you might believe, I do love you. It will hurt a while, but I'll get over it and go on with my life."
"Yes, I believe that you love me, in your own way." He paused again, then said, "Well, I guess that's it then. Thanks for making it easier for me."
"You'd better put that sentiment on ice until you hear from my lawyer. Let me know where to send your stuff, and take care of yourself. Good-bye."
She hung up the phone and stared out the window. She swapped her pussy for his promotion, which included a transfer to San Francisco, and he walked out on her. Well, so be it. She'd always wanted to live in San Francisco, but she was a survivor, and she wouldn't let it get her down.
She picked up the phone again and dialed what used to be his local office. "Denise, this is Miriam. Aaron just called me. He's working in San Francisco now, and he's left me."
"I found out a few minutes ago that he'd gone to San Francisco," Denise said. "I didn't know that he'd left you. That's a real bummer."
Miriam laughed without mirth. "Well, I guess it means that we might as well forget about trying to get him to do a trio with us. It didn't come as a complete surprise, and I'll be okay. What about you, do you know who your new boss is?"
"I'm packing my things," Denise said. 'The job was created just for Aaron, to give him management experience before he was promoted, and there's no other job for me. Sandy said that the office is too small to make a place for me."
"Well, shit," Miriam exclaimed softly, "the bastard walked out on both of us! Okay, we'll weather it together. Why don't you pack up your things and move in with me? We can store your furniture in the garage or something until you decide what you want to do with it."
"I rented my apartment furnished, so all I've got is my personal stuff," Denise said.
"Okay, that just makes it easier for you to move."
"Are you sure that you want me to live with you?"
"Damn straight, darling," Miriam said. "I've got big plans for us, and before you know it, we won't care that Aaron walked out on us. Do you need help moving?"
"No, I can take care of it. I don't have that much."
"Okay, you get your pretty little ass in gear and I'll see you soon. We'll burn some steaks and nuke some potatoes for dinner and drink lots of good wine and I'll tell you all about my plans. Then we'll go to bed and lick each other until we scream."
"Well, if I've got to be unemployed, that sounds like the way to do it," Denise laughed.
Miriam took a shower, made a phone call that set her plan in motion, then called Cynthia and had a long talk with her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Cynthia was wearing a sheer white gown that came to just above her knees, and she followed her usual routine and brought Bud to Miriam's back door.
Bud was wearing slacks and a sport shirt and loafers, and he felt overdressed in comparison to his wife. On the way through the back yards, he wiped his hands on his pants several times.
Cynthia noticed and smiled. Telling him about her affair with Miriam wasn't as embarrassing as she expected. He scowled until she said that Miriam wanted to do a threesome with them, then he smiled so broadly, she thought his cheeks would split.
Miriam was wearing a lacy black teddy that showed off her voluptuous body, and black pumps, and Bud's eyes bugged.
Miriam hugged Cynthia and gave her a passionate kiss, then held Bud's cheeks and kissed him on the mouth. "Put your eyes back in your head, Bud," she said, giving him a flirtatious smile. "I don't know why you're looking at me like that anyway. You ogle me when I sunbathe, and I always sunbathe naked."
"That's different," Bud muttered.
"Why," Cynthia piped up, "because now you know that you're going to fuck her?"
"Not so fast," Miriam said before Bud could close his mouth and speak, "he's got to pass a couple of tests first. Come on in, if we start here, the neighbors might see us and want to horn in."
As they came into the living room, Denise stood. She was wearing a lacy white teddy that matched Miriam's and white pumps, and Bud stopped in his tracks and stared at her.
"Cynthia, Bud, this is Denise," Miriam said.
Denise glided across the room and hugged Cynthia and kissed her, turned to Bud and plastered herself to him like a second skin and gave him an equally passionate kiss, then stepped back and said, "Hi," her voice low and sexy.
"Jesus," Bud muttered, straining his neck as he tried to look at Miriam and Denise at the same time.
"Well, now that the gang's all here, let's party," Miriam said.
Miriam shucked Bud like an ear of corn and sat him on the couch and knelt in front of him and swallowed his cock before his brain could form a sound and get it out of his mouth.
"Wow, she doesn't waste any time," Cynthia said.
Denise sat down by Bud and pulled Cynthia onto her lap and said, "She's going to drain his balls so he won't get so excited that he pops in his pants." She pulled the left side of Cynthia's gown down and caressed her tit lightly.
"When I told him what we were going to do, he almost popped in his pants," Cynthia giggled. "He's been ogling her through his binoculars when she sunbathes, but he thought all he could do was fantasize about fucking her."
"He'll have two of us to ogle from now on," Denise said. She pulled the right side of Cynthia's gown down and caressed her tit lightly, then caressed the left one again. "I like your tits."
"They're not nearly as big as Miriam's," Cynthia said.
"Neither are mine," Denise said. She licked both nipples, then kissed each one, and then sucked each one.
"Ummmmmm, that feels good," Cynthia whispered. "I didn't know you were going to be here." She pushed her hand down the front of Denise's teddy and fondled her tits. "You're a pleasant surprise."
"You're in for a lot of pleasant surprises tonight," Denise said softly, then pulled Cynthia's head down and kissed her tenderly.
Bud looked at his wife sitting on Denise's lap, fondling her tits and kissing her, then quickly looked back at Miriam's head bobbing over his lap.
"Here it comes, baby," he muttered.
Miriam lifted her head, jerked Bud rapidly several times and felt his cock swell. She murmured softly, took the head back in her mouth and sucked hard, and he gave up his load with a loud grunt.
Cynthia lifted her head and whispered, "She got him. It sure didn't take long."
"I wonder why," Denise said drolly.
Miriam stood and put her hands on Bud's knees and gave him a sloppy kiss.
"Oh, that's priceless," Cynthia snickered.
Miriam kissed Cynthia, then said, "Your turn now, honey." She reached over to the end table and picked up a red jelly vibe and handed it to Cynthia. "Sit in that big arm chair over there and show us how you fuck yourself."
Dazed by the rapidity of events, Bud hadn't quite caught up with the women. He looked at his wife with glazed eyes, the teeth on the cog wheels clashing and grinding as his mind struggled to get into gear. He thought that he ought to say something, but he couldn't think of anything.
Miriam sat by Bud and put her left hand on the inside of his right thigh. Denise scooted closer to him and put her hand on the inside of his left thigh.
Cynthia hesitated a moment, her eyes darting from the vibrator to her husband to the other women, then said softly, "Okay, I guess I can do that." She shivered as a heavenly twinge spread from her crotch to her tits and sticky juice soaked her sweltering crack. She wanted so badly to cum, to get herself off while the others watched, but with her husband sitting right there watching, she needed a little encouragement.
"Sure you can, honey," Miriam said. "Watching a woman fuck herself makes my motor race."
"Watching anyone do anything sexual makes your motor race," Denise laughed.
Cynthia stood, glanced at Bud and got no response, then crossed to the big arm chair and sat down. She put her legs over the arms of the chair, glanced at her husband again, then put both hands between her shapely thighs and looked at her brown bush and patted the neatly trimmed patch of soft curls. "Pretty pussy," she murmured.
"It's very pretty," Denise said.
Cynthia spread the lips of her cunt and looked at her clit. "My clit isn't huge, like Miriam's, but it gets bigger when I play with it and a lot more sensitive as it grows. I like it when it gets so sensitive that I can barely stand to touch it. I play with it a lot."
Bud's brain finally made it into low gear, and he blurted, "I didn't know that!"
Cynthia threw him a heated glance without speaking as she slid her ass forward to the edge of the chair so she could use both hands on her stimulated flesh, and her fingers delved between the fleshy lips of her pussy. "Ummm, that feels good."
Miriam and Denise looked at each other and grinned, both anticipating the pleasure of licking their wanton playmate's hot slit. A knowing look passed between them, and they both put their hand on Bud's cock at the same time.
"Nice juicy pussy," Cynthia murmured, licking her lips, "and I'm going to make it feel so fucking good."
"Jesus," Bud muttered. He put his right arm around Miriam's neck and his left arm around Denise's neck and pawed them.
"She looks so sexy," Miriam said. She pulled the strap of her teddy off her shoulder and bared her right tit for Bud, and he grabbed the hefty mound in a strong grip.
"Yeah, she's turning me on," Denise said. She pulled the strap of her teddy off her shoulder and bared her left tit for Bud, and he grabbed the solid mound in a strong grip.
Cynthia let her mind drift into a groove of lecherous thoughts, her breathing shallow and her clit tingling as her fingers moved slowly up and down the slippery gash between the puffy lips of her twat. She hesitated briefly over the mouth of her drenched sex tunnel, then two fingers of her left hand plunged into the soggy hole with a loud squish. The top of her gash gaped wide open and the stud of her clit stuck out like a sharp little spike. She captured the ticklish flesh between two fingers of her right hand and murmured euphorically as she wiggled her hand.
Miriam squeezed Bud's dick and whispered, "Watch how she pleasures herself, honey. That's how she wants you to do it when you play with her."
Cynthia threw her head back and clenched her eyes shut and frigged her clit and finger-fucked herself furiously, and her climax came with a rush, taking her breath away and swamping her with hedonistic enchantment. Acting as if she was home alone, she picked up the vibrator and turned it on and ran the tip over her nipples. "Oooooo," she muttered, sucking her breath in sharply.
She put the vibrator flat on her chest, between her tingling tits, and dragged it down, leaving goose bumps in its wake, and touched the lips of her pussy with the tip. The heavenly sensations in her pussy created by the humming vibrator held her undivided attention, and she didn't hear anything anybody said. The lips of her pussy puffed up and gaped apart, and she stared at the electrifying sight as she rubbed the tip of the tool up and down her steamy crack, delaying penetration, merely teased herself a few moments.
"Ooohhh, just look at you," she muttered, talking to herself, to her pussy, "you like that, don't you? Doesn't it feel terrific? I'm going to fill you full, baby, and you're going to blow apart!"
Luscious throbs of pleasure surged through her cunt as she gripped the sex toy with both hands and nosed into the her saturated sex channel, sucking in a quick breath and watching raptly as it penetrated her. "Oh, fuck, that feels good," she muttered. Sensuous sensations built rapidly and threatened to swamp her brain with a flood of lust. She eased the vibrator out of her cunt and stuck her tongue out and dragged the wet, buzzing plastic over it and shivered as her love oil coated her tongue.
She put the tip of the tool back in her moist slit, and the sight of the big chunk of life-like plastic sliding into her cunt gave her more goose bumps. She clenched her right fist around the base of the tool, put her left hand on her right and plunged the vibrator into her liquefied channel until the edge of her right hand was jammed against the lips of her cunt. She felt a glut of euphoria, and her ass wriggled erotically.
Her cunt felt positively stuffed. The small mouth was stretched into a tight circle, which she thought looked very sexy. She flexed her cunt muscles and sighed deeply, savoring the sensation of the thick, buzzing plastic cylinder filling her honeyed channel.
Shuddering and gasping, she fucked herself rapidly, her ass bucking and twisting as breathtaking jolts of licentious bliss blasted through her loins, her cunt throbbing and twitching tumultuously and a tidal wave of ecstasy washing over her. "Oh, man, oh, damn, ooohhh, fuck," she whimpered. She felt lewd, audacious, so fucking wanton!
"Ohhhhh, fuck, it feels good! Ohhhhh, I'm going to cum!"
The gates of paradise swung wide open and she zoomed through. God, it felt fantastic! She let the intense ecstasy take her, moaning and grunting and panting and pumping her cunt with the humming vibrator, then her wet agitation soared to a crescendo and she screamed.
Her orgasm ebbed and she lay back in the chair, basking in the luxurious afterglow of her climax, the vibrator humming softly in her cunt. She felt so sensuous, so bawdy as she lifted her head and grinned at her audience.
"You put on quite a show," Miriam said.
"You were beautiful," Denise said.
"I've never seen anything like it," Bud said, awed by his wife's raunchy performance. He shook his head, as though he was waking from a long, wet dream. "How often do you fuck yourself that way?"
"Oh, at least once a day," Cynthia said brightly.
Miriam squeezed his cock and said, "It must have turned you on, your cock is getting hard again."
"Yeah, it turned me on," Bud admitted.
Cynthia pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and licked it clean, then said, "You can watch me do it any time you want, darling. All you have to do is ask."
Miriam stood and peeled out of her teddy and took Bud's hand. "Come with me, I'm going to show you how to make your wife so happy, she'll jump your bones as soon as you come in the door every day."
Miriam knelt in front of Cynthia and put their nipples together and her hand behind the brunette's head and kissed her passionately on the mouth, with lots of tongue.
"Watching another woman kiss my wife is pretty far-out," Bud said.
Denise got up and shed her teddy and stood by the chair, facing Bud. "Doing something far-out now and then is good for your libido," she laughed. She reached out and lifted his cock in her right hand and stroked it gently.
Miriam pushed Cynthia's legs apart and breathed on her pussy, ran her hand through the abundant bush, then smoothed the hair along her slit aside. "There's a lot of sweet pussy under all this hair," she said, "and such a pretty slit."
"You ought to know," Cynthia giggled, "you've licked it often enough."
Bud watched the lascivious scene with fire in his eyes and molten lava in his veins. "I never suspected a thing," he said.
"Honey, if a woman doesn't want you to know, you won't know," Denise said.
Miriam held up the middle finger of her right hand and said, "This is my fuck finger, Bud, and I'm going to put it in your wife's pussy and fuck her with it."
"I hope that isn't an idle promise," Cynthia murmured.
Miriam grasped Cynthia's left nipple and pulled as she stuck her finger in the brunette's pussy with her palm up, curled the tip of her finger, then pumped it in and out slowly. "How about it, Bud, does watching me finger-fuck your wife's hot little pussy excite you?"
"I doubt it," Cynthia said, "he never finger-fucks me."
"I didn't know you wanted me to," Bud grumbled. "But you're wrong, it does excite me."
"I can verify that," Denise laughed, "his cock is twitching like mad."
"Well, let's make it a little more interesting." Miriam added her ring finger to Cynthia's hole and pumped them in and out a little faster as she leaned down and licked Cynthia's clit.
"Oooooo," Cynthia murmured, "that's wonderful."
"Look at her ass, Bud," Miriam said. "Do you know why it's wiggling and squirming?"
"Because you licked her pussy?"
"No, because I'm doing something else. Kneel down by me and I'll show you what."
Bud knelt, and Denise held onto his cock and knelt with him.
"Lick my palm, Bud," Miriam said.
Bud hesitated a moment, then licked Miriam's palm with just the tip of his tongue.
Miriam had told Denise all she knew about Bud, and she knew what Miriam was up to. She yanked his cock and said, "Harder, really lick it, with your whole tongue."
Bud licked Miriam's palm again, the way Denise said.
"Now, lick my fingers," Miriam said.
Bud started to lick Miriam's first and little finger.
"No, the ones in the middle," Miriam said.
"They're in Cynthia's pussy," he muttered.
"Hmmm, so they are. Well, lick them anyway."
"If I do, I'll have to lick her pussy," Bud said.
"That's the idea, honey," Miriam said.
"He doesn't lick pussy," Cynthia said.
"Bud, do you want to fuck Denise and me?"
"Yeah, I thought that's why we came over here."
"Well, I've got news for you," Miriam said. "Denise and I don't fuck anybody who doesn't lick pussy. In case I need to draw you a picture, if you won't lick your wife's pussy, you won't lick ours, and if you don't eat us, you can't fuck us."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Bud licked Miriam's palm again, then let his tongue drift slowly toward her fingers. It stopped just short of Cynthia's pussy, then flicked up and skittered lightly along her slit. Miriam put her hand behind his head and pushed gently, and suddenly his mouth was on his wife's pussy.
"Now, lick it good," Miriam said.
Bud's craving to fuck Miriam was so strong, he licked and licked and licked and licked.
"Oh, he's doing it," Cynthia exclaimed, "he's licking my pussy!"
"Let me show you something else, Bud," Miriam said. "Put your finger in her pussy, on top of mine. Okay, now curl the tip up and feel where the tips of our fingers are. That's her G-spot. When you rub it, it's the same as rubbing her clit." She pulled her fingers out of Cynthia's pussy. "Rub it and lick her clit, and she'll cum for you."
Bud wasn't an expert on female physiology, but he knew where his wife's clit was, and he licked it rapidly as he rubbed the tip of his finger on her G-spot.
"You've got it," Miriam chuckled, "her ass is bucking all over the place. Denise and I are horny bitches, Bud, and so is your wife. If you treat her right, she'll give you a sex life you've only dreamed about."
"Darling," Cynthia breathed, "I'm so glad that you finally know the truth about me. Go a little faster, I'm coming up real fast."
The way his wife was behaving astonished Bud. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure that it was his wife whose pussy he was licking. Not that it made a bit of difference. The important thing was, he was licking pussy and liking it, and wished somebody had gotten him to do it a long time ago.
Miriam reached over and patted Denise on the ass and ran the tip of her finger through the crack of her ass. "Isn't it amazing what a few threats will do?"
"Well, if you told me that I couldn't fuck you unless I did something, I'd do it," Denise chuckled.
Miriam ran the tip of her finger through the crack of Bud's ass and chuckled when he flinched. "Lick a little faster, honey," she said, "and make your horny wife cum for you."
Cynthia knew that Miriam had some magical hold over her and Bud. How else could she have gotten him to lick pussy?
"Cum, darling," Miriam cooed, "show us how much you like what Bud is doing to your pretty pussy.
"Oh, Miriam," Cynthia whimpered fervently as her orgasm approached rapidly. "Oh, it feels so fucking good! He's really getting me good!"
"We want you to cum, darling," Miriam whispered, "cum good for us."
Cynthia moaned with pleasure and her ass started going up and down faster and faster. "Oh, fuck, yes," she hissed, then squealed and came so hard, she nearly lost her breath.
Denise went into the dining room and got a banana from the bowl of fruit and peeled it on the way back to the living room.
Cynthia pulled Bud up by the hair and kissed him so passionately, his mind reeled. "Oh, darling, that was so fucking good," she bubbled. "It took you too damn long to get around to doing it, but once you got started, you really went after it."
"I'll do it all the time now," he said.
"Damn right, you will," Cynthia laughed.
Denise knelt and kissed Cynthia's pussy, then inserted the banana. "Bud, do you like banana splits?"
"Oh, you're a wicked woman," Cynthia laughed.
"Well," Bud laughed, "a banana in a split looks pretty damn good."
"Looks like a banana cream fur pie to me," Miriam said.
Miriam and Denise knelt on each side of Bud and played with his cock as he knelt between
Cynthia's legs and bit off a hunk of the banana and chewed it quickly, withdrew the banana and turned it around and stuck the other end in her pussy and chowed down again.
Four soft feminine hands on his cock spurred Bud on, and he made short work of the banana stuck up his wife's pussy. He never actually thought that he'd get to fuck Miriam, and getting a sexy woman like Denise in the bargain was beyond his wildest expectations.
"Bud," Miriam said, "did you know that Eve was the first carpenter?"
"Uh, no, I didn't," he murmured. "How was that possible? I mean, they didn't have tools or anything like that back then, did they?"
"Eve had all the tools she needed to make Adam's banana stand right between her legs," Miriam giggled.
"There are three Eves here tonight," Denise said, "and Bud's banana is standing up quite nicely."
"If we can't make it stand, nobody can," Miriam said. "Did you notice that we have our hands one above the other, Denise?"
"I certainly did," Denise replied. "How long is this thing, Bud?"
"A little over ten inches," Bud replied proudly.
"Pretty damn thick, too," Miriam said. "It really feels like a big banana."
Bud licked his wife's slit a couple of times, then stood and looked at the women and said, "Okay, ladies, who do I get to fuck?"
"All three of us," Miriam replied. She took the afghan off the back of the couch and folded it in half and draped it over the coffee table. "You lie right down there on your back, and I'll show you how."
Bud lay stretched out on the table with his feet on the floor and his cock sticking straight up in the air and waited to see what the woman of his fantasies was up to.
"Okay," Miriam said, "we're going to do a round robin. Cynthia, give his cock a couple sucks, then sit on it, and Denise, you kiss him, then sit on his face. When Cynthia is through with his cock, Denise gets it, and I'll sit on his face."
Denise kissed Bud, then straddled his head, facing his feet, and spread the lips of her pussy and lowered it to his mouth.
Cynthia gave her husband's cock a long, loving suck, then sat on it. "Miriam, you've got a good imagination," she said. She started levering her ass up and down and twisting it from side to side. "How long do I get to fuck him?"
"A couple minutes ought to do it," Miriam replied.
Denise leaned forward and cupped Cynthia's tits and kissed her as she wiggled her ass back and forth, dragging her pussy over Bud's face.
Bud wanted a good old-fashioned straight fuck with Miriam, but he'd take what he could get. Now that he was into licking pussy, it wasn't nearly as bad as he feared, and he gave Denise's sexy seam a good tongue bath.
Cynthia got off Bud's dick and Denise got off his face. Miriam licked Denise's juice off his lips, then kissed him and sat on his face as Denise gave his cock a couple sucks, then sat on it.
When it was Cynthia's turn to sit on her husband's face, she followed Miriam's example and licked her juice from his lips and said teasingly, "Are you enjoying yourself, baby?"
"Yeah, I never expected anything like this."
"Miriam said that we can party with her and Denise once a week, if you're interested."
"You've never been much for understatement in the past," Bud chuckled.
Cynthia laughed, kissed him, and sat on his face. The women went round and round, fucking and getting licked, until they each had an orgasm on his tongue and one on his cock.
"Miriam," Cynthia said, "be a dear and finish him off. I know he's dying to fuck you."
Bud jumped up and took Miriam in his arms and kissed her fervently and ran his hands over her bare ass, then pulled her forward and stuck his sticky cock between her thighs. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him tight and squirmed her naked body against him as his tongue slipped into her hot, wet mouth and explored feverishly.
Miriam's lips were supple and sensuous and soft and yielding, and Bud liked kissing her. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, and when he withdrew his tongue, her tongue followed his and probed his mouth. His pulse pounded, hot blood coursed through his body, and his cock throbbed painfully.
After a few moments, Bud broke the kiss, but kept his hands on Miriam's ass. "You're trembling," he said softly.
"I always tremble when I get excited," she said breathlessly, "and I'm so excited, my pussy is mushy."
He thought it was just about the ultimate compliment that such a sexy, beautiful woman was excited about fucking him.
Miriam grabbed Bud's cock and jerked it frantically as she fell back onto the couch. "Come on, baby," she said, her voice hoarse with lust, "put your cock in me. Shove it all the way up my cunt!"
She threw her left leg over the back of the couch and put her right foot on the floor, flopping like a fish out of water, hunching her hairy twat at him, begging him in a whimpering voice to mount and stuff her.
Bud leaned down and gave her hot slit a couple licks, then got on his knees and speared the head of his cock into the fluttering, whiskery mouth at the base of her heaving belly. She yanked on his hips and threw her crotch up, and the long, thick shaft of his dick lanced into her depths.
He hunched against her and wiggled up and down and twisted his ass in circles, slowly reaming her out as he lowered his head and licked her fat nipples. "Hang on, baby," he muttered, "I'm going to fuck you good."
"Anybody can talk about it," Miriam cried, "I want you to do it!" She put her hands behind her shapely thighs and pulled her knees back until they touched her nipples, tipping her cunt high and opening the road to her goodies wide, inviting him to ramble along the avenue as he pleased. "Now, fuck me, baby, fuck me like the horny bitch I am!"
"Spread you legs so I can suck your tits," he grunted.
Miriam moaned, "Yes, oh, yes!" She moved her knees aside and cleared the way to her beautiful big tits. "Suck the fucking things off! I don't care, I'm so fucking hot!"
Shaking with lust, his entire body infused with the flames of sexual excitement, Bud leaned forward and caught a big fat nipple in his lips and bucked his hips forward, shoving his cock into Miriam's expanded sheath until he hit bottom.
"Ooohhh, fuck," Miriam hissed, "fuck me, fuck me hard!" Her nipple rose in his mouth, becoming thicker and harder, kicking her passions into high gear, and the walls of her cunt automatically flexed rapidly.
"Jesus," Bud grunted, "that's terrific."
"I'm a terrific piece of ass," Miriam whimpered.
"You sure as hell are!"
Cynthia and Denise sat at the end of the couch where they could see directly into Miriam's crotch and alternated hugging and kissing and feeling each other up and watching Bud fuck the horny blonde.
"Miriam really is a horny bitch," Cynthia snickered.
"Yeah, and her lusty behavior is infectious," Denise replied.
"Oh, baby," Bud grunted, "you're a great fuck, a really fine cunt!"
"I'm all cunt," Miriam wailed, "and I love to fuck! Get me good, baby, and make me cum!"
In all the months he'd spied on Miriam sunbathing, Bud wondered if she wasn't the worst kind of bitch, just a tease who delighted in screwing with a man's mind. Now, he knew that she was as lecherous as any woman you'd ever want to fuck. "I'll make you cum so much you won't be able to walk," he growled.
"I don't give a fuck, baby," Miriam whimpered, "I'm going to stay right here so you can fuck me until I can't stand to cum again!"
Cynthia put her right hand between Denise's legs and rubbed her mound, then stuck two fingers in her pussy. "God," she exclaimed softly, "I didn't realize that watching my husband fuck another would be so thrilling."
"You keep doing that, and you're going to give me a big thrill," Denise chuckled.
"I want to give you a big thrill," Cynthia said. "I like to play with your pussy. Miriam is the only woman I've made it with, you know."
"Well, you won't be able to say that after tonight," Denise replied.
Bud propped up on his hands so he could watch his prick slide in and out of Miriam's scintillating hole, pumping in and out slowly, pausing on the backstroke, teasing her, then shoving back in as hard as he could. Plowing such a vivacious, frisky woman's fertile furrow made his mind turn cartwheels. "Baby, I sure do love the way you fuck," he muttered.
Bud's cock pounding her cunt felt fabulous, and Miriam climbed rapidly toward her orgasm, her tight twat eating his hefty prick, drawing the full length into her sheath, her moans and shivers and body movements becoming more dramatic. "Oh, God, baby," she whimpered, "your cock feels so fucking good! Fuck me, baby, fuck me as hard as you can!"
Bud fucked harder, battering her with deep thrusts, rocking her body.
Miriam released her hold on her legs and threw them around his waist and rocked her ass up and down and wiggled it from side to side. "Give me a good cum, baby," she panted.
Riding a little higher, he rubbed his prick over her love button and felt her cunt clinging to his cock, pulling at it, holding it tight. "Damn," he muttered.
The swift, hot shaking of Miriam's ass and the juicy slurp of her cunt were clear signals to her that she was going to have one hell of an orgasm! His plunging prick jangled her nerves and her labored panting became deep moans of fierce delight and her cunt tightened and vibrated in concert with her body. Her sex gun was cocked and ready, and she knew it would fire with just a few more of his magnificent deep thrusts. "I'm going to cum," she panted, "I'm just about there! Fuck me, baby, fuck me good!" Her voice rose higher and higher as her climax came on strong.
"Oh, fuck," Denise wailed, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming with her!"
Cynthia stared at her husband's humping ass with fiery eyes and finger-fucked the horny redhead so fast, so hard, that the edge of her hand banged into Denise's cunt.
Bud rode out the storm of Miriam's orgasm, holding onto her solid thighs, his teeth clenched, his muscles straining as he slammed his cock up her channel with all of his might. He felt his own orgasm stirring deep in his belly, but held it back, determined to fulfill his promise that he'd fuck her until she couldn't walk.
As the superlative sensations washed over Miriam, she bucked and jerked and twisted, vaguely aware through the sensual murkiness fogging her mind of Cynthia and Denise and what they were doing, and that awareness made her climax just that much better. Getting her pussy reamed so expertly by Bud while his wife and Denise cavorted right next to her made her feel so raunchy, so promiscuous.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Miriam continued to cum and Bud continued to fuck, and her next orgasm rolled over her, pushing her back to the glorious heights. Before she came down from that one, he blew a load into her that jolted her into a harder orgasm, and one after another, the golden sensations ripped through her. He didn't even slow down, cumming and fucking and grunting, determined not to quit until she cried uncle.
Bud didn't know who he was dealing with; misjudged the depths of Miriam's passion by a country mile. She would no more cry uncle than take a vow of celibacy, and she'd rather die than take such an appalling step. He'd truly given her a superb fucking, but she could always take a little more.
Bud hunched against her and growled, "Is that enough?"
Miriam giggled like the giddy woman she was and said, "Not by a long shot, honey!"
Bud licked Miriam's tits and kissed her, then said, "Well, it is for me." He hated to admit defeat, but was man enough to know when he'd been whipped. But getting whipped by such a superb pussy was no disgrace.
Denise pulled Bud back and wormed past him and glued her mouth to Miriam's snatch and sucked his cum out noisily. Cynthia giggled and pulled her husband on back and went down on him and licked Miriam's love juice from his cock.
Miriam said, "Anybody want to take a breather?"
"Yeah, I do," Bud said.
"You can rest tomorrow," Cynthia said. "We're going to fuck Denise."
Cynthia pulled Denise around and onto her back and caressed the inside of her thighs and licked her tits, occasionally cutting her eyes up to make sure Bud was watching.
Denise laughed softly and pulled Cynthia's head up and kissed her passionately, then pushed her head back down.
Cynthia licked Denise's lush tits and caressed her hot flesh as her frolicsome tongue skittered down the front of the redhead's body. Denise lifted her right leg and put it over the arm of the couch, opening herself wide, and Cynthia teased her a few moments, flicking her wet tongue on the inside of each trembling thigh, then spread her hand around Denise's snatch, exposed her glistening slit and licked it delicately.
"Your wife looks so sexy down there, licking my pussy," Denise said.
"All three of you are so sexy," Bud said.
Cynthia lifted her head and said, "Denise, you can have the honor of sucking his cock back up so your can ride it."
Denise got up and stood in front of Bud, her whole body flushed with excitement. He glanced at her and smiled, and she went to her knees and held his cock tenderly in one hand and surrounded the head with her soft lush lips and hot watery mouth.
Bud smoothed her hair back and caressed her cheeks. "I never thought this would happen," he said softly.
Denise felt Cynthia's hand caressing her ass, then felt the brunette's hot breath on her pussy. She lifted her head and looked down at Cynthia's head between her legs, then looked at Bud. "Your wife is going to lick my pussy again. Can you see her?"
"Not very well," Bud replied.
Denise slid her knees farther apart and curled her pussy down to Cynthia's mouth. "It doesn't matter. We'll do a daisy chain later."
"I don't mind waiting," Bud said. He put one hand behind her head and held his cock upright with his other hand. "Suck my cock, I like your mouth."
Denise let Bud pull her head down and took his prick back into her mouth as Cynthia pulled her ass down and glued her mouth to the succulent hairy slit between her legs.
Cynthia's tongue slithered up Denise's slit and landed on her clit. Denise's explosion came immediately, and she sucked hard on Bud's rapidly stiffening shaft, then lifted her head and cried out with exhilaration. "Oh, God," she wailed, "I'm cumming!"
"As if I couldn't tell," Bud chuckled as he smoothed her hair and caressed her shoulders and back.
Denise put her face in Bud's crotch, held his prick against her cheek and scrubbed her pussy all over Cynthia's mouth. "Your wife has got a wicked tongue, honey," she murmured, then sucked her breath in sharply and gasped, "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum again!" She jerked Bud's dick so hard that he grunted and wailed, "Oh, God, darling, yes, yes, yes, lick my clit, darling, lick it good!"
Denise came so hard, she could hardly breathe. Goose bumps prickled her skin, her nipples inflated and elongated, she panted and shivered, and her ass went in circles and back and forth, smearing cunt juice all over Cynthia's mouth and nose.
Cynthia held onto Denise's shapely ass and kept her rapidly moving tongue right on top of the brunette's clit until her orgasm tapered off slightly.
Denise kept her cunt mashed against Cynthia's mouth as tremors continued to ripple through her body and swallowed Bud's cock again. His big hard cock felt so good in her mouth, and Cynthia's tongue felt marvelous on her clit. She started cumming again and mindlessly gobbled and gnawed his hard bone as she instinctively spread her legs wider and mashed her cunt tighter to Cynthia's mouth, wanting the horny brunette to eat her up, hole and all.
Cynthia licked vigorously until Denise's orgasm peaked and ebbed, then pushed the redhead back until her ass was resting on her tits. "I thought you were going to smother me," she gasped.
Denise lifted her head and looked down between her swollen tits at Cynthia. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling, I guess I got carried away."
"Uh-huh," Bud said, "so much that you came close to pulling my cock out by the roots."
Denise straightened up and kissed Bud on the mouth, then scooted back, bent over and kissed Cynthia on the mouth. "I didn't mean to," she said contritely. "I didn't know what I was doing."
"Tell us something that isn't so obvious," Cynthia said with a giggle.
Denise got to her feet and eyed Bud's rampant prick, and a shiver ran up her spine as she thought about taking his gorgeous tool up her cunt. She turned around and backed up over his lap and put her hands on the top of his thighs for support and bent way over and stared between her legs as she lowered her ass slowly.
Cynthia looked at Miriam's lewd posture, and her tits dangling under her chest, swaying and jiggling sexily, and shivered visibly. "You looks so lascivious," she said softly.
"I'm more lascivious than I look," Denise snickered.
Cynthia got on her knees, her tits heaving with carnal agitation as she reached between Denise's legs and grasped Bud's shaft and rubbed the bulging crown of his cock through the redhead's cunt lips.
Denise cooed with exhilaration as she went lower and took Bud's cockhead a mere inch into her slick love tunnel, paused, then lowered herself slowly, biting her lip and groaning with enchantment as the thick tool filled her slippery depths. Her ass went down until she was sitting on his thighs and his cock was fully seated, then flexed her cunt muscles sharply.
Bud gasped, then muttered, "Fantastic, so tight and hot and wet, like a velvet glove around my cock."
Denise twisted her head around and kissed him on the lips. "Your cock feels great, baby."
Cynthia gave her husband a smile that would melt the balls off of a brass monkey. "Oh, darling, watching your cock slide into her cunt is so exciting," she cooed, tracing the lips of Denise's cunt with the tip of her finger.
Denise slid her snatch up and down Bud's prick slowly, savoring every delicious moment, every nuance of riding a live cock, rocking and rotating her ass gently as she went up and down, sending feverish surges of ecstasy through her loins.
Bud reached around Denise, cupped her tits and rubbed his thumbs over her taut nipples and licked the hot sweet skin between her shoulder blades.
Her face a mask of wild lust, Cynthia leaned forward and kissed the top of Denise's slit, and Denise gasped and slammed her ass down hard.
Cynthia's tongue probed Denise's slit and danced on her swollen clitoris, and the electrifying sensation made the impassioned redhead moan with rapture. The double delight of Bud's cock filling her frenzied love hole and Cynthia's tongue wiggling on her agitated clit nearly blew her mind.
"This is the first time I've done a threesome with another woman," Denise murmured.
"It's the first time I've done a threesome of any kind," Cynthia muttered, then went back to licking clit.
Miriam cooed and moaned and bucked rhythmically on Bud's cock, hugging Denise's head tightly between her thighs. "I'm a hot little bitch, Bud," she whimpered, "just like your wife."
"You certainly are, baby," Bud said softly, "and your cunt is so fucking tight." He pulled her back against his chest so he could watch Denise lick her clit.
Denise felt an orgasm building in her loins and locked her turbulent cleft tightly on Bud's cock and jerked and bucked frantically.
Cynthia curled her arms under Denise's thighs and put her hands on top of them and went up and down with the redhead's pussy, licking clit furiously, helping Denise climb the golden stairs.
Denise felt Bud's cock swell, signaling his climax, and rode him harder, lunging up and down as fast as her legs would carry her. She felt his burning eruption sting the walls of her cunt and went wild and came with him, groaning and jerking and fucking furiously, tugging at Denise's hair as the delirious excitement warped her mind and seared her senses.
Denise's body twitched and trembled and her ass danced intemperately on Bud's lap. Her clit got so sensitive, she pushed at Cynthia's head in a desperate attempt to get that maddening tongue away from her pussy before she lost her mind. "No more, darling," she pleaded, "please!" She slumped and fell back against Bud's chest, trembling all over.
Pretending that she didn't hear Denise's plea, Cynthia kissed the redhead's pussy and licked her clit again. Denise whimpered and jerked and tightened the walls of her cunt so tightly on Bud's prick, he grunted.
"Oh, darling, have mercy," Denise whispered. "Get your magic tongue out of there before I lose my mind!"
Cynthia relented and sat back on her heels and smacked her lips and grinned. "Your pussy tastes so good, darling, and watching you ride my husband's cock was the most electrifying thing I've seen."
Denise got off Bud's lap and stretched like a pleased pussy cat, then noticed Miriam sitting at the couch with her legs spread and her fingers in her pussy. "Oh, darling, we forgot all about you," she said.
"I know how to take care of myself," Miriam laughed, "and watching you and Cynthia helped me along."
"Ladies, I hope you're going to let me rest now," Bud said.
"Yeah, I guess you've earned it," Miriam said.
"Well, I'm not going to waste time while he's resting," Denise said. "I owe Cynthia a good licking, and I'm going to give it to her right now."
Cynthia sat by her husband and turned her head and stuck out her tongue and let it slip into his mouth, and her soft, damp lips followed and pressed against his. She broke the kiss and said, "If I suck your cock, can you still watch her suck my pussy?"
Bud thought that his wife's bisexuality ought to astonish him, then he realized that he'd misunderstood her all these years, and he could have kicked himself. "Yeah, I think so," he said.
Cynthia cupped the shiny, swollen knob of Bud's cock between her hands and gazed at it with longing, and the touch of her fingers and her warm breath on his cock made the muscles in his thighs tremble.
"I've never sucked your cock when it was all sticky with another woman's pussy juice," Cynthia whispered.
"You'll love the taste," Miriam said. "I just love to taste the fruits of passion, and a cock has so much more flavor when it's got pussy juice all over it, especially if it's another woman's juice."
"I feel so naughty when I'm around you two," Cynthia chuckled.
Cynthia lowered her and touched her lips to her husband's bloated cockhead, then her pink tongue circled it and stabbed at the tiny slit in the tip. His hips heaved off the couch, pressing his cock to her mouth, and she opened wide and took the sleek purple knob between her lips.
Denise caressed the inside of Cynthia's thighs as she buried her mouth in Cynthia's succulent quim and probed the watery well, savoring the flavor, then seized the brunette's tumescent love button between her lips and sucked greedily. She floated on a dreamy, timeless plateau as she devoted herself to licking the succulent flesh delicately, flicking her tongue repeatedly over the brunette's distended clit, occasionally holding the sensitive love stud between her lips and fondling it with the tip of her tongue.
An exhilarating thrill tore through Cynthia and she swallowed Bud's love wand whole as a shattering orgasm threatened to tear her apart. She twitched and twisted and humped her twat against Denise's mouth and bobbed her head up and down, letting his cockhead slide in and out of her throat and sucking powerfully.
Bud grabbed his wife's tit and squeezed it hard. "Damn, baby," he gasped in a trembling voice, "that's fantastic!"
Cynthia responded with a deep, "Ummmmmm."
Cynthia had never sucked his cock so well, and Bud thought her remarkable mouth was going to drive him nearly crazy, and that the sight of Denise busily eating her out would finish the job.
Cynthia's orgasm ebbed, and she lifted her mouth from Bud's cock and patted Denise on the back of the head and murmured, "Beautiful, darling, beautiful."
Denise looked up and grinned. "Are you going to fuck him now?"
Cynthia shook her husband's limp cock and giggled. "I don't think I sucked it right."
"You sucked it just fine, darling," Bud said. "It's just going to take a while before it comes up again."
Miriam got up and poured four snifters of fine cognac and passed them around.
"A toast," Denise said, "to sex. It makes the world go round and life worth living."
"To fire in the hole," Miriam said.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Four months later, Aaron stopped off in Denver on his way back to San Francisco from Kansas City. Sandy was a little over his head on a project, and he'd agreed to spend a couple days getting it straightened out.
He checked into his hotel and stood at the window, sipping a drink and looking at the mountains.. . and wondering if he'd done the right thing divorcing Miriam. He didn't like being married, but he missed her.
He missed Denise, too, and wondered if it had taken her long to find another job that paid a decent wage. He hoped not. She was all right, and he felt bad about leaving her in the lurch. Miriam was a different story. She could take care of herself, but Denise was so young, and sort of naive.
He went to the phone and dialed Denise's number and got a recording that said her number had been disconnected. There was no new number given, and information didn't have a listing for her, so he figured she had left town.
He broke the connection and started to call Miriam, then hung up and went back to the window. He turned around almost at once and dug his daybook out of his briefcase and looked up the number of an ultra exclusive, and equally ultra expensive escort service and dialed the number.
"Venus D'Amore," a sexy female voice said. "Good evening, how may I help you?"
"Joe Bascom in San Francisco referred me," Aaron said.
"Did he give you a word, sir?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, Bojangles," Aaron replied.
"Very good, sir," the sexy voice said. "What's your pleasure this evening?"
"Oh, a blonde, I think," he said, and gave a description that closely matched Miriam.
"Yes, we have someone like that available. I'll need some information, please."
Aaron finished his drink while he went through the rigamarole of his name and credit card number and address in San Francisco and his local address and some other questions he answered and immediately forgot.
"We have a special tonight, sir," the sexy voice said. "A lovely blonde such as you described and a lovely brunette who like to date as a team."
Aaron suddenly remembered that he'd wondered what would happen if he could get Miriam and Denise together and said, "Is either of them bi?" He could never get his ex-wife and former secretary together now, but he could pretend.
"Both of them are, sir, as are all of our ladies. We often get calls from couples who want something different."
"What's the special?"
"Our normal fee is one thousand for the evening. Mary Ann and Denni are available for fifteen hundred, so you save five hundred.
When is a saving not really a saving? The thought never crossed Aaron's mind. The charge was going on his expense account, and he'd find a way to explain it later.
"Okay, that sounds good," he said.
"I just have to make the arrangements," the sexy voice said. "I'll call you back in ten minutes or less."
Aaron fixed another drink and wandered around the room a few minutes, then dialed Miriam's number and got a busy signal. Well, it was a bad idea anyway.
Sexy voice called back and said Mary Ann and Denni would arrive in thirty minutes or less, and Aaron used the time to take a shower.
"I feel kind of funny about this," Denise said as she and Miriam walked down the hall, checking the numbers on the doors.
"I think it's very ironic," Miriam laughed. "If Aaron had just asked, he could have had both of us for free, as often as he wanted. Now, it's going to cost him dearly."
"Well, at least he'll get his money's worth," Denise said.
"They always do, darling," Miriam said. "They have to, we've both got a fire in the hole."
