"Come on, Larry, fuck me," begged Jacqui. She pushed her long blonde hair from her eyes and sat up in bed. She clutched the sheet to her neck, then slowly lowered it to expose just the tops of her tits. The succulent white tit flesh did nothing to arouse her husband so she lowered it some more.
The coppery nubs of her breasts showed now. Both nipples were already hard and pulsing with need. She sucked in a deep breath and thrust out her boobs. She felt as if those pendulous mounds would explode. She felt as if her entire body would explode.
If only Larry would touch her! If only he would fuck her!
"I've got to get to work," he said brusquely. "I don't know why you are laying around like that," he said with some disdain. "People will talk. In bed and it's almost noon."
"It's Saturday," she said, getting mad. Jacqui let the sheet drop, exposing her sleek body. As she moved, the sheet crumpled up under her, showing her blonde snatch and the tiny dew drops that beaded there, betraying her arousal. She had gotten turned on thinking about Larry's big, long, hard cock-and now she wasn't going to get it. Not an inch of it.
"It's Saturday, so why are you going to work?" she said, her anger growing. A light flush rose on her snowy knockers and spread upward until it turned her cheeks crimson. Jacqui leaned back, tossed her long hair out of the way and thrust her hips upward. What man could miss this wanton invitation?
Her husband did.
"Got to go to work. Told you about it a couple days ago. See you at dinner." With that, Larry left their bedroom and in seconds the front door slammed. Then Jacqui heard his car engine kick over. The screech of tires on the driveway told her she was alone. Alone with her rampaging lust.
"You son of a bitch," she moaned. Jacqui reached down into the fleecy vee between her legs. Her middle finger ran up and down the juicy slit until she found her clit. Diddling herself was enough to make her even hornier. It wasn't enough to get her off.
Jacqui needed cock and lots of it. Moaning in frustration, she swung her long, shapely legs over the edge of the bed, wiggled her perky butt against the cool sheets, then stood. She stared at herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door.
"What's wrong with that?" she asked herself, wondering at Larry's reaction. When they had married, there was seldom a day they didn't fuck two or even three times. Now there wasn't anything she could do to get him between the sheets-and between her thighs.
"A knockout, a fox, a really sexy woman," she said, turning slightly and studying her figure in the mirror. Her tits swung slightly, big boobs that Larry had loved licking and sucking on. No more. She ran her hands down her trim waist. She was twenty-six and at her prime. No fat anywhere it wasn't supposed to be.
Turning slightly, she bent over so her ass showed perfectly in the mirror.
"Fuckable. That is one fuckable ass. And I'm married to an ass-hole," she said in disgust.
Jacqui grabbed sweatpants and pulled them on, not bothering with any panties. She slid into an oversized sweatshirt that hid her bountiful boobs. A quick look convinced her she was still sexy.
"Married a couple years and already cast aside. To hell with him!"
Jacqui stalked out of the house, grabbing her purse and car keys on the way. She drove her small red sports car around town, not sure where she was going, if anywhere. The feel of the powerful engine caused the car seat to vibrate under her well-padded butt. This usually made her feel good. Now it only added to her unsated desires.
She was getting hornier by the minute and was going to go crazy if she didn't get some cock. Jacqui loved the feel of the wind whipping past her blonde hair, but it was a poor substitute for pecker. Her china-blue eyes filled with tears as she realized there wasn't much chance she was going to get the ultimate release of sex from her husband any time soon.
Hardly knowing what she did, she pulled into the parking lot of a movie theater. She slammed her car door, stalked over and shoved a ten-dollar bill toward the ticket clerk.
"Which movie?" came the question. "Doesn't matter. Whatever's getting ready to start."
She got change and a ticket to a movie she had never heard of. It didn't matter. All she wanted was to sit in the dark and feel sorry for herself. Having a movie flickering on the screen merely gave her a reason to be here with her own misery.
Jacqui dropped into a seat and slumped down, staring at the screen and the coming attractions showing.
"Coming attractions," she grumbled. "Everything's cumming but me!"
"Would you like some?" came a soft voice.
"What?" She sat up and looked around. A man had settled into a seat two down the row from her.
"Popcorn," he said, holding out a small bag. Jacqui looked from the popcorn to the man, then sat up straighter and looked around the theater. They were alone.
Alone and she was horny. And from the way he stared at her, he was horny, too.
"I want more than lousy popcorn," she said, slipping over two seats so she sat beside him. She glanced down at his crotch and saw the huge bulge tenting his pants. Jacqui licked her lips, wondering if she ought to do this. He took the initiative and convinced her when he reached over and ran his hand along the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs apart.
Her sweatpants at her crotch were already wet with oily lubricants leaking from her hungry cunt. Jacqui moaned softly as the man's hand moved up and cupped her snatch.
"So good," she sighed, "but I want more there."
"More than this?" he asked. She gasped when his finger pressed hard against her gash. He began rubbing her most intimate flesh through the cotton pants. She was sobbing and thrashing around on the seat by the time he worked down her pants, exposing her blonde cooze to his lustful gaze.
"You came stripped for action, didn't you?"
"Your lucky day," Jacqui said. "Now make it mine, too!"
With his free hand, he pulled down the tab on his zipper. The metallic hiss was drowned out by the start of the movie, but Jacqui never looked at the screen. Her blue eyes fixed on the pleasure probe jutting up from the man's pants. She had seen big peckers in her day, but never one this size!
"It's enormous!" she said huskily.
"Too big for you? You feel really tight."
"Not that big," she assured him. Swinging around in the seat, getting her knees up and mooning anyone who happened along, she bent low and caught the tip of his dick between her lips.
Her tongue flicked back and forth rapidly, teasing and tormenting and stimulating as much as she could. She found the tiny flap of sensitive flesh just under the cock's head and drew her oral organ over this spot repeatedly.
"Making me want to cum too soon," the man said, lifting off the seat. "You really know how to give head."
"You haven't seen-or felt-anything yet," she promised.
The blonde tossed her head to get her long mane away from the man's crotch. She wanted nothing between her mouth and his tasty pillar of cock flesh.
Her tongue danced all over the tip, sliding and slipping and stroking. Then she bobbed up and down, taking the head into her mouth where she could suck. Jacqui's cheeks went hollow as she applied suction, trying to draw his balls up the entire length of his pussy pleaser.
"Oh, baby, you know how to give a guy a blow job. This is the best head I've ever had!"
"There's more," she said, then dived back to sucking and licking his fleshy pillar of man meat. The blonde's red lips bobbed up and down the cock, but she could not take him deep enough into her mouth to really get too excited. She loved the taste of his flesh, but the blonde wanted more.
With her ass waggling around in the air, she knew what more she wanted. She wanted to feel his pecker sliding past her mounds of ass flesh, sliding along her gash and then driving deep and fast and oh-so-hard into her cunt.
She wanted a man fucking her!
"No, wait, don't stop sucking. I love the way your mouth feels all over my boner."
"Then you'll love it when I really kiss you. With these lips!"
Jacqui dropped to the seat, half-stood and edged along to block the man's view of the screen. Then, holding the seat in front of them, she lowered her ass onto his lap-and onto his erection.
The sultry blonde gasped when her ass brushed against the hard, spit-slickened length of the man's cock. Wiggling around, she lowered herself even more. The heavy cylinder of prick pushed apart her ass cheeks. Squeezing with her muscles, she clamped her buttocks on either side of the man's throbbing cock.
"You're doing it to me too fast," he protested. "I want to fuck you all day long. You're robbing me of my control."
"Quit complaining," Jacqui said. "Lean back and enjoy what I'm going to do to you."
Lowering her butt even more, she positioned herself so his cock rested in the furry crack between her cunt lips. Bouncing up and down, Jacqui fucked herself with his cock, her blue-tinged pussy lips quivering from the contact with so much cock. He was big. Big!
As she rearranged herself, her slender legs split wide so she could settle down on his lap, the horny woman learned exactly how massive he really was. She lowered herself down, reached between her legs and guided the fleshy log directly into her pussy.
"So big!" she cried. He filled her to overflowing. Deep within her cunt she felt his potent cock pulsing slowly as his desire mounted.
Reaching down, Jacqui stroked over his hairy balls. Every time she touched the sac holding his tumbling nuts, she felt his already thick cock expand even more within her pussy.
"You're really stretching me. You're huge!" she sobbed out.
"No, no," he countered. "You're tight. So fucking tight all around my cock! You're crushing me flat, and we're not even fucking yet!"
He reached up under her loose sweatshirt so his hands could touch naked flesh. He stroked and moved his palms against her belly, then worked his way up until he cupped both her breasts. Pressing down hard, he mashed down on her bounteous titties. She was more than a handful, but the man had huge hands.
And that wasn't all that was huge about him. She gripped the arms of the seat on either side, lifted and let him slip wetly from her pussy until only the thick purpled head of his pecker remained inside her.
Then she dropped down, taking him hard and fast. The friction burned the entire length of her cunt. All he had to do was sit and enjoy while she fucked herself. She had been horny. Now her pussy was ablaze. And the way to stoke her inner fires was hers for the taking.
Up and down, faster and faster she fucked herself on his cock. The carnal friction mounted and spread like wildfire throughout her belly. She loved the way his hands crushed into her boobs and his fingers tweaked her lust-hardened nipples. His hot breath gusted on her spine and his gasping convinced her he was enjoying this as much as she was.
This set her to fucking herself even harder. Jacqui had to lean forward, her hands on the seat back in front of her. Feet on the floor, hands on the seat, she had all the leverage she needed for all-out fucking.
His cock flew so fast in and out of her pussy, a lewd sucking sound dueled with the sound on the movie.
"Yes, yes, this is what I need. Your cock," she gasped out. "I love it. So big, so fucking big!"
He assured her with the way he squeezed her tits that he felt the same way. He could not move in the narrow seat. All he had to do was keep his hard-on and let her fuck.
"Yes, yes, yes," she panted, fucking herself even faster. The thick pecker spread her in delightful ways. The heat from his cockhead dragging along her cunt walls set her belly on fire, a slow fire that spread throughout her body.
"Don't stop now. I feel like a volcano waiting to erupt," he said. His right hand left its post at her tit and moved down sensuously, caressing her heaving belly and them pressing into the damp bush nestled between her slender thighs.
Jacqui thought she had reached the limits of her excitement. The man pushed her to new levels as he diddled her. His finger flicked lightly over her clit. Every touch on her go-button sent a sharp spike of sexual flame into her.
Somehow, she fell into an easy rhythm of fucking herself that he matched with his fingering her clit. She panted and moaned and knew it wasn't going to be much longer before she got off. Her eyes were blurry from the hard fucking, but she stared at the screen, wondering vaguely what movie she had come to see.
Whatever it was, the real show was going on between her legs. The hot dick filled her to overflowing and turned her into a quivering, sobbing, raw nerve ending.
She reached past his fingers pressing into her cunt lips, diddling her clitoris, touching her in all the ways that added to her arousal. She reached past and stroked over the tight, hairy bag of his balls. Inside, she felt the pressure mounting as his balls threatened to cause an immediate eruption.
"Too much. Too much," he cried.
And it was for her, too, when she felt his already immense cock expand even more. He was tremendous and she loved it!
Everything came together all at once for Jacqui. Tossing her head, snapping her long blonde hair like a whip, she rode the desires splitting her apart. His fingers were on her cunt lips and clit. The other hand stroked over her tits, squashing down hard on her boobies. But it was the way his cock reamed her out that pushed her over the edge.
Jacqui came. Hard. Repeatedly. She felt like a string of firecrackers going off. And then she had an even bigger orgasm when the man's pecker hidden away inside her pussy erupted, spilling out its creamy load.
She gasped and moaned and then sighed, sinking down onto his lap. She felt the hot, hard cock within her cooze melting away.
"This is what I call a real matinee," she said.
"How about a double feature?" the man asked.
Jacqui didn't have to think about it long-and it didn't take the man long to start the second feature running.
CHAPTER TWO
Jacqui's pussy still burned from the fucking she had received in the movie theater. As she drove around town aimlessly, she wondered what the movie had been. A smile crept to her lips as she tried to remember. For all the time they had spent screwing their brains out, she had never really looked up to see the movie.
As she drove the red convertible in and out of the heavy traffic with expert ease, she reached down and rubbed her hand over her snatch, feeling the heat building within her again. She struggled to keep from losing control of the car when she ran her middle finger all the way up her twat and wiggled it against her G-spot.
"I need more cock," she said, sighing deeply. She tossed her head back, caught the wind in her face and let her long hair whip back like a golden banner. Shrugging, she let the air rushing around the slanted windshield press the sweatshirt against her tits. The soft fabric rubbed across her aroused nipples and turned her on even more.
"I need cock," she said again, wondering where she was going to get it. Without knowing it, Jacqui drove back home. A broad smile came to her face when she saw Larry's car.
"Husband, dear, you're going to get the fucking of your life!" She screeched to a halt and jumped from the car. Then Jacqui slowed before bursting into the house. She felt a moment of cold fear.
She had cheated on her husband of three years. She had fucked another man-and she didn't even know who the stud was. He had been someone sitting next to her and she had yanked down her sweatpants, bared her butt, let him stroke over her blonde bush and then stuff his huge prick into her. And she had loved every second of it. Worse, she had wanted him to do it.
She had committed adultery.
And it did not feel bad at all.
"That you, Jacqui?" came Larry's shout from inside the kitchen. "Get on in here. Now!"
She forgot her indiscretion. So what if she had a little fling with an anonymous guy? It wasn't like she had meant to do it. The whole affair had just happened. It wasn't even an affair, not really. She didn't even know the guy's name!
"Larry!" she called, stripping off her sweatshirt and letting her titties bob around nakedly. Jacqui stopped and stared.
Larry frowned at her. "What the hell are you doing? That's indecent. Somebody might see."
"I wanted you to see," she said. He turned away and pawed through the cabinet.
"Where's that beer stein I got for my birthday? You know? The one Vic gave me with the naked broad on it."
"Why look for a beer glass with a naked woman on it when you have the real thing right here?" Jacqui felt a pang of guilt about all she had done at the movie theater, then forgot it. She was turned on and she wanted cock. Larry's cock. Now. All of it, up her pussy where it would do them both the most good.
She quickly moved in behind him and put her arms around his waist. Pressing her bare boobs against his back, she pulled him away from the cabinet where he still hunted for his beer glass. He moved a little, causing the aroused nubs on the tips of her tits to move around. Tiny sparks of desire volted down into her chest to collide with the carnal heat building in her pussy.
"I want you," she whispered hotly in his ear. Her hands moved across his chest and down to unbuckle his belt. From there her nimble fingers worked even lower, reaching into his pants to stroke over her husband's sleeping penis.
She wasn't going to let it stay a sleeping penis much longer. She wanted it hot and hard and long. She wanted to turn it into a cock. A cock capable of fucking her!
"What's got into you?" Larry tried to twist away.
"I missed you," she said. "All afternoon, I wanted you. You were at work. But now you're home, and I want you!"
The sexy blonde stroked up and down the length of his prick, feeling it stir to life. She dropped to her knees and wiggled between his legs. The cock, slowly coming to full erection, was only inches from her mouth.
But not for long. Jacqui bent forward and took the purpled tip of Larry's pecker into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. She had tasted cock at the movie but hadn't done much in the way of giving head. Now she was able to turn her full attention to sucking the cock into steely hardness.
"How do you like this?" she asked, the plug of man meat in her mouth muffling her words. She licked her ruby lips hungrily and considered diving back down again, to give him the blow job of his life.
"Feels, uh, good," he said. His prick jerked harder and stood at a jaunty angle from his groin. Jacqui pounced on it like a dog on a bone. She almost laughed at the thought.
like a sex starved bitch on a boner!
Sucking and licking, she moved from the tip of his fleshy log all the way down to the thick base. Her tongue worked around and around, touched his hairy balls and then worked up the sensitive underside until she reached the end again.
"Suck me good," he said. "Your mouth's so hot. Makes me want to cum, the way you suck."
"I know, lover," she said, pulling away for a moment and looking up into his brown eyes. Then she laid her cheek against the hot cock flesh and rubbed up and down. His cock jerked and throbbed with need.
She was just the woman to give him the sexual release he wanted-and which she needed.
"I don't know about this, Jacqui. I've got to-" Larry never finished. He stood with his mouth open as she lay back on the floor, wiggling sinuously to get out of her sweatpants.
"You don't have any undies on!"
"All for you," she said, her slender thighs parting to show him a flash of her blonde bush. Then she turned onto her side, wiggled back and forth and reached up for him.
"Take me. I'm all yours."
Her husband said nothing as he dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor. "I've never fucked on the floor, not like this. I don't know-"
"I do. I know I want you. I want this!" Jacqui reached out and wrapped her fingers around the hot stalk of cock jutting from Larry's groin. She tugged him, gently at first, then with greater insistence until he was on his hands and knees, kneeling between her wantonly spread legs.
"Stuff it in and fuck me!" she demanded. "I want you to split me apart. I want you to burn me up with your cock. Fuck me!"
He bent lower, his lips brushing over the tips of her boobs. He licked across one nipple and then coasted down the snowy slope of her tit. Then he climbed slowly, carefully spiraling up around the other cone of tit flesh. Every time his rough, wet tongue touched her sensitive skin, Jacqui moaned softly.
When Larry sucked in one nipple and gnawed gently on it, she thought she'd cum. Liquid fire poured into her chest. She writhed about, her hands on the back of his head to keep his mouth where it was. He knew all the right things to do to make her excitement mount, to build the thrill of waiting for his cock.
"Do me, do me now," she said. Jacqui sobbed constantly with barely restrained desire when his mouth left her titties and went across her slightly domed belly. He kissed and even nipped with his teeth as he went down on her.
His tongue shot far up into her juicy cunt, then wiggled about.
"Yes, yes, tongue-fuck me!" she moaned out.
But already his mouth had left her gooey slit.
"No, no, please, I want you to eat me out. I love the way your mouth feels all over my cunny. Give me your tongue!"
"No," he said, making a face. "Your pussy tastes awful. I'm not going to eat you out when you taste like a raw fish."
For a moment, Jacqui didn't know what to say or do. Then she reached down and grabbed at his pecker again.
"What I taste like doesn't matter to this" she said, pulling the tip of his prick toward her pouty cunt lips. She sighed with pleasure when his cock slid between her parted pussy lips and rubbed all over her blonde bush. Jacqui sighed and lifted her legs on either side of his body.
"In," she begged. "Stick it in. I want to feel it all the way up my cooze. I want to burn up with your fucking."
"You're gonna get that and more," he promised. He stroked back and forth a few more times, his cock roaming all over her tangled mat of pussy fur. Then he pulled back and let his prick slip down a few inches.
Jacqui tensed when she felt the hard end of his cock prodding slightly into her cunthole. She tensed all her muscles. When his thick cock tried to enter her fuck tunnel, he couldn't get in.
"Not yet, not yet," he said in irritation. "After I fuck into you. Then tighten up those lovely pussy muscles of yours."
Jacqui tried to relax, but could not. She arched her back and tried to widen her legs even more so Larry's cock could slip into her oily fuck slot. He shoved forward, his cocks head banging against her closed sex doors.
Over and over, he swung his hips, knocking on her most intimate door. Then he managed to get his cock wedged into her pussy-hole just enough. Jacqui shivered as she felt the heat from his dick spreading into her body.
Then she cried out. He thrust into her, inch by slow inch.
"Fuck me fast," she begged. "I need it hard, fast, all the way up. Split me apart when you fuck me!"
He laughed. He did not speed up as he slipped his thick lust log into her heated slit. When he finally buried himself balls-deep, Jacqui was at the point of being driven insane with need. But once he was hidden away in her ravenous cunt, she knew real devouring lust. The burning fuck stick throbbed and pressed against every square inch of her most sensitive inner tissues.
She sobbed and cried incoherently and tried to tell him what she wanted most. It never mattered with Larry. He did what he wanted, but that was usually okay with Jacqui. He could fuck her cross-eyed when he got down to it. like he was now.
"So tight, so tight all around me. Feels like I fucked into a velvet glove, but no glove ever fit this good," he said.
Jacqui felt as if a plunger was being pulled out of her body when he retreated as slowly as he had fucked into her. The pressure mounting within her tender young body caused her to reach up, to grab at his arms, in a vain attempt to force him not to go.
"Don't, don't pull out. Stay inside me."
"like hell!" He laughed. When only the thick purpled head of his hard-on stayed inside her pussy lips, he paused, then thrust back into her.
Jacqui was past being able to talk. She let the sensation's wash through her body like waves breaking on the beach. Her tits had been licked and sucked. The rubbery nubbins topping each white cone like a bright red cherry pulsed with excited blood every time her heart beat. And her pussy!
"Do it, fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded.
And then he did. He laughed and began thrusting in and out with more power, sinking even deeper into her tender blonde snatch. His hips levered back and forth, causing a lewd sucking sound every time he drew back. Her thick fuck juices leaked out around that love piston and trickled down into the crack of her ass.
The man's body slid forward and Jacqui hunched up to meet him. Her crotch ground hard into his. Her blonde bush pressed sensuously into his groin, taking his cock even deeper into her body than ever before.
"Split me. Fuck harder!"
He did. His hips flew faster and faster, diving far into her superheated fuck tunnel. He was reaming her out good. The heat mounted, slowly at first, then with increasing power. Her tits were filled with excited blood. Her pussy lips turned rigid with lust, his cock rubbing against them every time he slammed forward.
Jacqui grunted every time he sank into her. She knew he wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer. He fucked harder and harder, speeding up until the entire length of her pussy blazed with carnal lust.
"Yes, yes, oh, oooooh!" she shrieked as orgasm smashed into her trim body like a hammer. The sexy young blonde thrashed about, pinned under her husband's weight. She felt the cold, smooth linoleum under her back and butt and shoulders and the hot pleasure spike driving deep into her heaving belly.
"Yes, yes, I want it. I love it!" she cried. A new cum seized her and she shook hard.
Jacqui was barely coming down from her sexual high when she felt the cock hidden away inside her begin to expand. He wasn't anywhere near the size of the guy she had fucked at the theater, but he was gigantic and growing larger by the second.
"Yes, cum, go on and cum!"
Jacqui gasped when the prick fucking so hard into her pussy exploded like a stick of lustful dynamite within her. Larry arched his back and rammed harder into her, giving vent to his craving.
And then, way too soon, his prick turned into limp spaghetti and fell out of her pussy. Larry pushed back, got to his knees and finally stood. He pulled up his pants.
"You're a slut, you know that?" he said to her, sneering. He grabbed a glass, then went to the refrigerator and got a beer. "I'll be watching TV. Don't bother me."
Jacqui lay on the cold kitchen floor, a curious mixture of conflicting emotions swirling inside her. Never had she felt so confused and even guilty about having sex. She had loved the way he had fucked her. And she hated the way he acted afterward. What did he want?
"I don't know what you want," she said, coming to a decision, "but I know what I need. And I'm going to get it. Wherever I can, I'm gonna get it!"
The angry young blonde pulled up her rumpled sweatpants and tugged on her gray sweatshirt as she left the kitchen, not sure where she was going. Not that it mattered as long as it was far, far away from her husband.
CHAPTER THREE
Jacqui wasn't sure where she went. She had a warmth in her pussy from the fucking that quickly died down and turned to a lump of ice. As her long, slender legs scissored back and forth when she walked off her anger at her husband, she realized then what had been missing for so long in her life.
Her husband wasn't able to give her all of what she wanted. Of what she needed. Larry had gotten more distant in the past few months, and she couldn't figure out why. She brushed back her blonde hair and wondered what was going wrong. She loved him. She took care of him. Larry had been dynamite in bed when they had married. She had looked forward to the feel of his hot, hard pecker slipping into her agitated cunt. He had fucked her all night, and she had loved every second of it, every inch of man meat he had given her so fast and hard.
But now? She reached down the front of the sweatpants, her hands sliding over naked belly, and rubbed her clit. The tiny pink nubbin nestled-at the juncture of her pussy lips twitched and sent pint-sized electric volts into her loins. Larry had fucked her, but it hadn't been all that satisfying.
Jacqui stopped and blinked. She had walked around the entire block and had returned to her house. Larry was still inside, doing who knew what.
"Watching TV probably," she said bitterly. He ought to be sporting a new hard-on and getting ready to slip it into her needy pussy again. But he wasn't.
At the point of tears, Jacqui went up the sidewalk to her next door neighbor's house. For several minutes, she stood and stared at the doorbell, not sure what she ought to do. Then she pressed the button.
A saucy, pert redhead answered the door. She was a little shorter than Jacqui and well-fleshed from working out. Her emerald eyes fixed on her friend. Sandra seemed to understand instantly what was wrong.
"What's that fool done to you? Come on in and tell old Sandy about it."
"Old?" Jacqui had to laugh at this. Sandra was only a year younger, yet she acted so much more mature. It was as if she had lived life to the fullest and knew things Jacqui could only guess at. "Not you."
"I feel old sometimes. Other times, I just feel horny. What're you feeling?"
"Disgusted," Jacqui had to admit. "And horny, too." She dropped to the sofa and let the soft furniture almost swallow her. Her butt sank into the cushion, causing her knees to ride up. She had a flash of thought what it would be like having a man kneel between her knees and bend over to lick her naked pussy. In this position, she would be wantonly exposed to anything a man wanted to do to her.
Jacqui's legs drifted open a little wider until she realized how she must look to her friend. Almost guiltily, she hastily clamped her knees back together and put her hands on them.
"You're really uptight. You want something to drink?"
"Coffee?" asked Jacqui. "I don't think I could handle booze right now. It'd make me sick to my stomach."
"Larry," said the red-haired woman, her lips thinned to a line. "It's got to be something he's said or done to get you in a lousy mood like this. You're about the happiest person I know and now.. .you're like this."
Sandra sat beside Jacqui on the couch and put a warm hand on her shoulder. Jacqui wanted to cry, but she was too angry for that.
Jacqui noticed for the first time the wonderful aroma of Sandra's hair. She inhaled deeply and turned slightly so she could sniff better. "New shampoo?"
"New everything-for you," Sandra said. She turned slightly on the sofa. Her face was only inches from Jacqui's. For a long instant, they said nothing. They stared at each other, emotions rampaging. Then Jacqui wasn't sure what came over her. She bent forward slightly and kissed her friend on the lips. Lightly. Just a brush, only a fleeting touch. Or was it Sandra who kissed her? She couldn't tell.
And it did not matter.
A thrill passed through her body and set her heart to pounding. Sandra reached out and pressed her long-fingered hand into the front of the blonde's sweatshirt. Her fingers stroked back and forth over Jacqui's tits, teasing the nipples and making them pulse with excited blood.
When the red-haired woman squeezed down on Jacqui's left boob, it wasn't the way a man grabbed for tit flesh. This was gentler, but just as insistent. And it was even more exciting.
"Go on," Jacqui said, her voice husky with need. She sighed as Sandra's hand slid under the soft cotton sweatshirt and stroked over the naked tit flesh she found.
"No bra," Sandra whispered hotly. She moved closer and nuzzled Jacqui's ear, her tongue flicking out and gently running around the edge before nibbling on the ear lobe.
"I like the way your titties feel," Sandra went on. "So smooth, and so big! I wish I had tits as big as yours."
"Yours are just fine," Jacqui said. Sandra never stopped stroking over the silken slopes of breast. Now and then, she lightly flipped a finger against a nipple, sending new messages of raw sexual need lancing into Jacqui's chest. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the sofa.
Her knees came up again, her thighs spreading apart. Jacqui opened her eyes and stared straight into Sandra's chest. Two snowy white cones of tit flesh bobbed slightly right in front of her mouth. Her friend's knockers were the size of baseballs, small and firm and capped with hard, bright nips.
"Suck on them," Sandra urged, thrusting her left tit forward for the blonde. "I want to feel your mouth moving all over my nipples. Suck on them. Kiss my breasts. Make love to them with your mouth!"
"I can't. I mean, I came over here to, I'm so confused, I-" Jacqui gasped and closed her eyes again when Sandra bent forward and did to her what she had just asked for.
Sandra's darting tongue licked over the very tip of Jacqui's left tit. The rough, pink oral organ dueled with the rubbery swelling and pressed and stroked all over the nipple until it stood at attention, firm and hard and pulsing with lust.
"You do that so good," Jacqui said. She shivered. Never had she thought another woman could turn her on so much. But Sandra knew all the right things to do and say.
Especially, she knew all the things to do!
"I can do other things even better. You're beautiful, Jacqui. I love your body. It's too bad my bod isn't as exquisite as yours."
"But it is!" protested Jacqui. To show her friend she meant it, she buried her face between Sandra's firm, delightful boobs. She kissed the deep canyon and slowly moved her ruby lips up to the crest of one tit. Then she skied down the slope, past the deep canyon again, and wetly licked all the way to the top of the other tit.
Sandra wiggled about in front of Jacqui. She had straddled her friend's waist. Now she repositioned herself so both her legs clamped down firmly on Jacqui's left thigh. Sandra rocked back and forth, rubbing her hidden crotch against the top of the blonde's leg.
Jacqui felt wetness begin to spread on the top of her leg as Sandra's lust mounted.
"You-you're getting off!"
"Love the way this feels. My pussy lips are pressed so tight together. But it's not the same. It's not all I need. I love it when another woman eats my pussy!"
Jacqui recoiled at the blatant request. This was her best friend. This was another woman.
"I couldn't do that. I don't know-" Jacqui was willing to be convinced. The desire inside her body screamed for sexual release.
"You don't know how? Just do to me what you'd like done to your own cunny!"
Sandra slid off the sofa and landed on her knees between Jacqui's legs. She stroked up the blonde's thighs and worked her fingers under the perky, rounded ass. With a quick jerk, she stripped the sweatpants off and threw them onto the floor.
"You did come prepared. No panties to get in the way. Not even one of those thongs."
"I don't know-" Jacqui was too flustered to know what she wanted anymore. The sight and taste of Sandra's titties had thrilled her. And having Sandra's mouth on her boobies was even more arousing.
The way Sandra eyed her snatch sent excited blood pounding through every artery and vein in Jacqui's tense body. When Sandra bent over and buried her face between Jacqui's tender thighs, the blonde almost came.
A long, knowing tongue flicked out and brushed along the edges of the blonde's nether lips. Safidra's tongue worked up and down on those blood-engorged pussy flaps, then gently parted them to expose the pink scalloped inner labia.
like a snake tasting the air, Sandra flicked her tongue in and out along Jacqui's most sensitive flesh. It wasn't a man's cock reaming her out. It was a woman's tongue tormenting her, stoking the fires of desire, but doing it ever so gently.
"Tongue-fuck me!" she cried. "I want it all the way up my cooze! I'm going crazy with need!"
Sandra seemed not to hear. Maybe it was because Jacqui's thighs were clamped around her head. Or maybe it was because she was so intent on giving her friend the tongue lashing she deserved.
The oral organ dipped deeper and deeper up the juicy twat, then slid free. Jacqui reached down and laced her fingers through Sandra's red hair to guide her friend in the way she found most stimulating.
Try as she might, she could not influence her friend's choice of sexual techniques. Sandra had abandoned the tasty slit to wiggle her tongue all around Jacqui's clit.
Hips lifting off the sofa, Jacqui crammed her snatch into the redhead's face. She gasped when she got exactly what she wanted. The other woman's tongue shot deep up into her cunt.
Sandra made gobbling sounds as she licked and sucked and ate out the pussy so enthusiastically opened for her. Jacqui twitched and twisted and enjoyed every instant of getting her pussy eaten out.
"Your turn," Sandra said unexpectedly. "Eat me out now."
"No!" protested Jacqui. "You can't leave me like this. You can't push me to the top and then not get me over the top."
"Do me," Sandra insisted. The redhead dropped to the floor and pulled open her robe and wiggled out of her skimpy panties.
Jacqui stared down at her friend. She tried not to look at her snatch, but found her eyes pulled like magnets to the rusty thatch. Sandra's cunt lips opened so invitingly when she reached down and parted them.
"Eat me out," Sandra said. "I'll do the same for you. It's just like regular 69 with a guy, except you get pussy-and so do I!"
Jacqui felt as if she had no self-control. She dropped, twisted end for end and shoved her face down into Sandra's cunt. She was hesitant at first, then licked and tongued with growing confidence.
And when Sandra began doing to her exactly what she did to Sandra, Jacqui trembled and almost came. Again.
The sensations mounting within her slender young body were intense but she knew a single sudden release would be better than shuddery little cums. She wanted an orgasm that rattled her brain, the Big O.
Coming up for air for a moment, she shifted her weight backward. This pulled her pussy away from Sandra's mouth, but it also allowed Jacqui to shove her tits down into the other woman's belly.
"That tickles," Sandra said. "Do it some more. I love the way your nipple feels when you stick it into my bellybutton!"
Jacqui rubbed her tits all over Sandra's body, moving back until her tits pressed down hard into Sandra's. Nipple to nipple, they excited each other with every move, every hot breath, every feminine touch.
They were women who knew what turned each other on. And they did it all.
"I want it hard," pleaded Jacqui. "What can we do?"
"You are new at this, aren't you?" Sandra laughed, but she was already spinning around. She opened her legs and pulled Jacqui closer. Her legs parted and she fitted herself between the wide-open thighs so her twat rubbed erotically against the other woman's.
"Oh, I never thought anything could be this good," sighed Jacqui. She rocked back and forth, holding onto Sandra's ankle. She pulled the leg down between her tits and rubbed the fleshy globes against Sandra's ankle.
But the real action went on between her legs. Sandra's snatch ground into hers. Then Jacqui found the right rhythm, rocking and turning and letting her sexdamp cunt lips drag back and forth over Sandra's.
The liquid motion turned more and more intense. Jacqui closed her eyes and let the emotions run wild in her.
She was making love to another woman. Their cunts were locked together in a lewd wet kiss. And she loved every second of it. It turned her on more than anything she had done in years.
"I can't stand much more. Oh, oh, aieee!" Jacqui was taken by surprise when the orgasm rampaged through her straining body.
Jacqui tried to tell her friend how much this thrilled her, but Sandra was cumming. The excitement passed through their locked pussies and Jacqui got off again.
Over and over, on the floor they rolled, experiencing each other's body to the fullest. When she thought there was nothing more left, Jacqui found she was wrong. Sandra started sucking on her toes.
She came for a final time.
Weak and drained, Jacqui stretched out on the floor. Sandra swung around again and lay, tit to tit, with her friend.
"Pretty good, wasn't it?" Sandra said.
"I never knew what I was missing. I always thought it had to be with a man in bed."
"You still think it has to be with your husband in bed, don't you?"
Jacqui considered what Sandra meant.
"It doesn't have to be my husband," the seductive blonde said finally, both shocked and excited at what this meant.
"Good," Sandra said, kissing her hard on the lips again. Jacqui wasn't sure how long they made love, but the late night talk shows were over before they finished, both completely tired out from the alternately frantic and easy lesbian lovemaking.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jacqui couldn't go home and face Larry. He was boring in bed. She had to admit it. While she was with him, feeling his hard, hot cock slipping into her cooze, it didn't seem that bad. But now she realized there had to be more.
The lesbian lovemaking with Sandra had shown her sexual worlds beyond the narrow one with her husband. Jacqui licked her lips, as if she could still taste the buttered popcorn from the guy in the movie theater. That zipless fuck had been fabulous. No strings attached, just pure physical pleasure.
She had never thought she would enjoy something like that, but she had. The blonde tossed her hair back, pushing a few vagrant strands of the honey-blonde hair from her bright-blue eyes. What had the guy thought when she had come over to eat more than his popcorn?
If he was half as turned on as she had been, he was walking around with an erection thinking about it. She stopped outside her house and stared. Larry's car was still in the driveway. Did he even notice she'd been gone all night long?
She doubted it. And she wasn't about to fix breakfast for him. She got into her car, fumbled for the spare key, then drove off. Jacqui had no idea where she headed. Just around. So much tangled in her mind and confused her.
She liked it when she was with Larry, but knew it wasn't that good now that she had found other outlets for her rampaging sexuality. She had always been horny, but it had taken this long to catch up with her.
Wind whipped her hair and cooled her until the sun peaked up over the distant mountains. A breeze promising a hot day blew against her face. Without knowing she did it, Jacqui drove down toward the beach. As early as it was, dozens of people were already out. Some jogged, others roller-bladed, still others simply sat on benches and watched.
She parked and then perched her perky butt on the edge of a low stone wall. Jacqui had to count herself as among the watchers-and there was a lot to watch.
She had never really noticed all the chicks jogging along, their tits bouncing under thin T-shirts, before being with Sandra. Jacqui wondered how these fit, trim, shapely women would be in the sack. As good as Sandra? Better, Jacqui guessed. Their suntanned bodies were so strong, and they all moved so easily and well.
The beautiful blonde blinked when she saw him. The women in their jogging shorts and tight, thin T-shirts couldn't compete with that!
Jacqui felt her pussy begin to drool at the thought of having him slip between her legs, tormenting her pussy lips with the thick head of his cock, then plunging all the way up her cunt. How he would fuck! He was muscled like a weight lifter, but he moved like a track sprinter. Tall, sexy, tan, no shirt, his chest already sheened with sweat, he roller-bladed along with smooth, even strokes.
"Hi!" he said as he sped past her.
Jacqui was startled and even blushed, thinking he had somehow read her mind.
"Oh, hi!" she called. He kept blading on. Jacqui had felt a surge of desire, and now he was blading out of her life. "Wait a second!" she shouted, waving.
Jacqui jumped to the sidewalk and hurried after him, not sure what she was going to do or say. Just being near him set her pulse pounding. She felt the excited blood hammering into her nipples until they ached. Her pussy churned, and thick lubricating cooze juices leaked down her thighs.
She rubbed across her snatch, then stopped when she realized it left a wet spot on the crotch of her sweat suit pants.
Jacqui almost blushed again when she saw the guy had noticed it all.
"What can I do for you?" he asked. She stared up at him. He was taller than she'd thought.
"Other than just letting me look at you?" She reached out. Her fingers brushed over his broad chest and slid along, greased by his sweat. On impulse, she bent forward and licked his nipples.
"It's true what they say," he said, startled but obviously liking the attention of her mouth on his chest.
"What do they say?" she asked, moving closer.
"People are friendlier out here."
"People are also hornier out here," she said. Jacqui shrugged her shoulders and pulled her floppy sweatshirt down so he caught a glimpse of her heavy tits, naked and aching for a man's touch under the cotton fabric.
He looked around. "This is pretty public.
Out on the beach and all. The surfers will be out soon."
"Will that be all that's out?" she asked, her hands pressing into the bulge in his tight shorts. Squeezing, the sultry blonde felt his pecker begin shivering and shaking and hardening. She did not stop until he had a raging hard-on.
"That's getting mighty painful, trapped like it is," he said. "What a pity!"
She clawed at his chest and worked lower, her fingers catching the elastic band of his shorts. She jerked them down, got caught on his steely erection, then maneuvered the silky shorts past the tight muscles of his ass and down over his legs.
"Hey, I can get arrested. I'm mooning everyone out on the beach."
"Is getting arrested the worst that can happen?" she asked, going to her knees. Jacqui stroked over the pussy pleaser jutting from the man's groin. Then she kissed the tip. Lightly, softly, teasing with only the end of her tongue.
"So, bring on the cops," he said. He rolled away slightly, the wheels on his roller blades grinding against sand on the sidewalk. "It'll be worth spending time in jail!"
"I'll make sure it is," Jacqui promised.
Encouraged, she dived to her breakfast. Her lips curled around the purpled end of his pecker, then she took him entirely into her mouth. The rubbery end of his dork bounced off the roof of her mouth and then surged into her throat.
She had to rise off her knees, clutch at his steely buns and then turn her head slightly to get comfortable with the huge fuck-stick. Then Jacqui got into giving him head in a big way.
Swallowing caused her Adam's apple to bob up and down against the most sensitive part of his cock. She cradled the underside with her rough tongue, then wiggled it back and froth. He moaned and put his hands on her head.
"Back and forth," he said. "Let me face-fuck you!"
She let him guide her in the motion that turned him on the most. Her mouth acted like cunt lips, running up and down and all around him as he stroked in and out of her face. She sucked hard until her cheeks went concave with the strain.
Then she really showed him what she could do with a tasty hunk of man meat. Jacqui bobbed up and down faster and faster, her ruby lips circling him entirely. Her arms went around and found the half-moons of his ass cheeks, and she held on for dear life. He rocked and rolled delightfully, the roller-blades giving a new dimension to the blow job.
"I'm getting bent out of shape," he protested. "Your mouth if fantastic. But it feels like you're gonna pull my dick out by the roots!"
"That what you want?" she teased.
Before he could answer, she pulled his shaft of steely cock at a right angle to his groin. Then she used her fingers on the tight sac holding his balls. Stroking, teasing, tormenting, she did all she could to the hairy bag with his tumbling balls. Deep inside, she felt his nuts churning in the sticky white sea of semen.
The thought she was so close to that tasty flood made her suck even harder on the end of his cock. His prick jumped and jerked and then popped from Jacqui's mouth.
"What's wrong?" she asked. She slipped and sat down heavily on the sidewalk, her long legs stretched out in a wide V.
"Nothing," he said, panting. She thought he had been sweating from exertion before. The rising sun caught his body and turned him into a bronze god now. The mere sight of him caused her pussy to drool even more. She had to have him!
The sexy blonde grabbed and got a double handful of ass flesh. Pulling hard, she rolled him back toward her mouth. Then he slipped and fell toward her. Jacqui recoiled, falling flat on the concrete. It was as if he did a pushup over her face, and his cock slipped into her mouth.
She made mumbling sounds as she sucked and licked and did all she could to coax out the pearly cum boiling in his balls. Trying to stuff her tongue down the pinprick hole at the end of his pecker didn't work, but it excited both of them even more.
"Just lie there and take me in your mouth," he ordered. He was so firm, so masterfuland this was exactly what Jacqui wanted!
With his strong arms on the ground above her head, he spread his legs a bit and rolled back and forth on the roller blades. This in-and-out movement produced delightful sensations within the horny young blonde. His cock moved in and out as if he were fucking her.
She tried every trick she knew to return the pleasure. Jacqui knew she succeeded when he began moaning and grunting and rocking back and forth even faster. His cock had started out moving slowly against her lips. Now it was sliding in and out with deeper, more insistent strokes.
The trim blonde ran her tongue around in a big spiral, not missing a single square inch of his cock flesh. Then she had an idea that would get them both off in a big way.
"Here, here," she said, wiggling around under him as she pulled up her sweatshirt. Her tits flopped about on her chest like twin blobs of succulent jello. "Fuck them. Fuck my titties!"
She pressed the naked globes together to form a tiny cunt channel between them. He rolled away a little, then lowered his hairy balls onto her belly. His fiery length moved up slowly, slowly, then he slammed into the tightly held tit flesh, his cock surging through to the other side of the snowy white mountain.
Craning her neck, Jacqui got her lips up to the head of his cock poking through her soft white tits. She licked and tried to suck on the end, but then he moved back.
As if doing pushups, he used the roller-blades to carry himself in and out of her erotic passage of satiny boobs. He bent his knees, launched and rolled forward, his cock sliding easily into the tight passage so she could again lick and suck on the very end of his dick.
Over and over, he fucked, the erotic heat of every passage mounting along his hot cock.
Jacqui closed her eyes and let the warmth soak into her tits, into her chest, flood throughout her body. The usual motion of fucking turned her on in a big way-but this was different, so wonderfully different!
His cock rubbed on the insides of her tits, and she still got to suck on his pecker. She had the best of all worlds.
Except her pussy was so empty, so needy, so achingly vacant.
"Pussy," she sobbed out, barely able to speak because of her rising passions. "Stick it in my pussy. I need you fucking me!"
"I.. .am.. .fucking.. .you!" he grunted. He was too far gone to switch now.
Jacqui felt the already thick cock expanding every time it passed through the cunt formed by her warm, white mounds of tit flesh. It jerked and jumped and she knew when she trapped the tiny drop of bitter pre-cum at the tip of his cock, it wouldn't be long before he exploded.
Grunting, straining, he rolled and dipped and thrust and fucked himself harder and harder against her tits. The carnal heat caused by contact between his prick and her tits flooded into Jacqui's tensed body.
"I.. .I can't hold back," she choked out.
Just as her world exploded in mind-numbing orgasm, she felt his pecker jack up and slip from the tight passage of tit flesh she had created.
A gob of white-hot cum spattered on her face. She hungrily licked at it to get it off her cheek. The next spurt landed on her lips. like a woman deprived of sex for years, she arched her back and caught the end of his cock in her mouth. She sucked on him like a berserk vacuum cleaner.
He rocked back and forth faster and faster, getting as much stimulation as he could.
Jacqui gasped and got off again. It wasn't as powerful as the other cum, but it was better than she could ever remember with her husband.
And she had gotten off sucking a guy's cock while he roller bladed along the beach. Again, she had found someone whom she did not know-and they had both had the wildest sex of their lives!
"That was great," she said, hot, fevered blue eyes staring up at him. "My name's Jacqui."
"And I'm outta here!" he cried. He fumbled to pull up his shorts over his still half-erect cock, then he was flying away, his legs scissoring fast and his roller blades humming against the sidewalk.
Jacqui was stunned. She sat up, her elbows on the concrete as she tried to figure out why he had split like this. She had done him. The least he could do was eat her out. It would have been cool having a guy rolling back and forth so his mouth slipped all over her gooey cunt lips.
She shivered thinking what it would have been like having his tongue shoved all the way up her pussy.
Then Jacqui saw the cop. He wore shorts and carried his nightstick in a loop at his belt. The morning sun gleamed on his big gold badge. Standing not ten feet from where she had sucked off the guy on the roller blades, the cop simply stared at her.
"Good morning, Officer," she said. She pulled down her sweatshirt, taking her time doing it so he could get an even better look at her enormous titties.
"You all right?" he asked.
"I'm better than all right," she said.
"I thought so," the cop said. He walked past her, his eyes wide with appreciation. "Just don't let me catch you doing that again out here."
"Why not?"
"It'll scare the animals," he said. "Or give them ideas. We've got too many strays as it is."
With that, he walked on, occasionally looking over his shoulder at her.
Jacqui laughed and perched on the low cinder block wall near the beach. Her entire body felt like a taut string ready to be plucked. She had loved sucking off the guy, but it wasn't the end. It was only the start.
And Jacqui knew she would never be content to going back to her husband's bed. This was too much fun!
CHAPTER FIVE
She leaned back, letting the rising sun warm her even more. As hot as her body felt on the outside, inside was where it mattered. Her tits glowed from the fucking she had received, and her mouth still burned from the taste of the roller blader's cock. Jacqui slowly licked her lips and caught a drop of dried cum.
It sent her pulse racing again. Her tits rising and falling under her sweatshirt rubbed her agitated nipples on the soft inner fabric. Everything she did turned her on that much more. She had been missing so much for so long.
She sat up and looked around. The crowd grew, but it wasn't shoulder to shoulder yet. The blonde looked for the guy on the roller blades, but didn't see him anywhere. The cop had chased him off.
Jacqui thought a minute about the cop and his interest in watching. He wasn't such a bad-looking guy.
She reached between her legs and rubbed her twat. The crinkly pubic hairs had become matted from all the inner oils leaking from her aroused pussy.
"I need a shower," she said to herself. She jumped to the sidewalk thinking about driving home. Then she smiled. "Why bother? I'm at the beach. Why not go for a swim!"
The lack of a bathing suit didn't bother her. She had let a guy fuck her tits while a cop watched. Sucking the guy off in public-or out where anyone could see-had given the sultry golden-haired seductress confidence to do anything she wanted.
Feeling sexually free for the first time in her life, Jacqui padded down across the sand. Here and there lay a few sunbathers, waiting for the first rays of the day. She ignored them. A surfer out on the ocean caught a small wave and immediately bailed out to wait for a bigger one.
"That's what I need to do," she decided. "I need to wait for a bigger one. The only way that I'm going to find it is to.. .go fishing." She walked along the sand until she was around a rocky point away from the main parking lot. The water lapped up around her ankles and tickled her flesh. On impulse, she turned and faced out to sea, then wiggled free of her sweatpants.
Dropping down, she pressed her ass into the wet sand, spread her legs wide and let the incoming wave break against her naked blonde snatch. The wetness, the power, the feel of utter contentment, all gave her what she wanted most. The wave retreated, only to come back. Over and over, the ocean licked at her needy cunt.
Jacqui closed her eyes, braced herself on her hands and arched her back, thrusting her chest toward the sky. Spray fell on her, tickling and stimulating, but it was nowhere as much fun as letting the ocean crash against the tender flesh of her labia. Every movement caused her pussy lips to tremble and spread wide, as if ready for some sea-borne cock of immense proportions.
"At least you won't drown this way," came a deep voice.
Startled, Jacqui twisted around to see a surfer standing behind her. He had shoved his board into the sand so it stood upright. Smiling broadly, he kept his eyes fixed on the vertex of her spread legs where the sea washed over her twat. Her blonde bush was matted and crinkly with salt-but the way he eyed her caused the mix to change.
Along with every ocean wave came a tiny trickle of pussy juices again, leaking from her stirred-up snatch.
Before going to the movie, before her lezzie lovemaking with Sandra, before coming to the beach, having a man stare at her with such undiluted lust would have embarrassed her. Not now. Now it turned her on. She could accept what he had to offer. More than this, she wanted what was pushing against the rubber wetsuit he wore.
"I don't know about that," Jacqui said, standing. She stretched, reaching high above her head. This caused her bulky tits to flatten on her chest. Then she relaxed, tossed aside the sweatshirt to stand completely naked.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she asked innocently.
"You have a great bod," he said. "I love those tits, but your legs are great. And that ass! It's about the finest one I've seen in years and years."
"I meant the view," she said, pointing out to the ocean.
"So did I," he shot back. The surfer came closer. He was older than she'd first thought. Maybe her age, or even a little older. Confident now, he reached out and touched her cheek. She turned slightly and kissed his hand, then stepped away.
"I have to go," she said. "Watch my clothes. I'll be back in a while." She ran into the surf, gauged her entry, then smoothly entered the water over a small breaking wave. She went deep, then angled up and came to the surface, sputtering loudly and shaking the water from her long blonde hair.
It didn't surprise her at all that the surfer's board still stood upright on the beach and that he was gone. She tread water, was lifted on a wave and then saw a dark figure swimming briskly under the water, coming right for her.
"Wow!" she cried as strong hands caught her around the waist and tossed her high into the air. like a seal, she twisted and went down into the water, diving as deep as she could. No matter how she tried to elude him, though, he followed, his hands always touching her in all the right places.
On this dive, his hand stroked over the rounded curve of her buttocks. His fingers stroked and probed and went into the deep, meaty canyon between her ass cheeks. Twisting around got his hand away from her butt, only to let him stroke between her legs over her pussy.
Her snatch was on fire, in spite of being underwater most of the time. Her entire body came alive when she felt the slickness of the wetsuit crush against her titties.
"Oh, yes, do that some more!" she cried, splashing around. She spoke to an empty ocean. Jacqui spun around, hunting for the surfer. Then she felt a hand moving at her ankle. Without realizing she did it, she spread her legs wider. The hand worked up her calf, stroked her tender inner thigh and then a middle finger penetrated her cunt lips and plunged deep.
Rolling onto her back, she languidly paddled, letting the finger wiggle and move around in her churning pussy.
"More," she said, not caring if the surfer heard. As long as he kept finger-fucking her, she was content to bob and bounced gently on the waves.
She craned her neck and looked between her legs to see his smiling face come up, his lips just inches from her twat.
"Go on," she urged. "Stick something more into my snug harbor."
"You want to be torpedoed?" he asked.
"If it's got a big enough warhead on it," she came back.
The gentle rocking on the waves reminded her of the times she had fucked on a water bed. Only this bed stretched for thousands of miles. She extended her arms to position herself properly. Her gigantic boobs buoyed her like water balloons. The cherry-red tips poked above the sea, the larger white mounds of tit flesh like icebergs under the water.
But Jacqui wasn't feeling the least bit cold.
She was on fire wherever the surfer touched her. His finger had slid from her pussy, only to be replaced by his mouth. He licked and lapped at her the way the waves on the beach had.
The biggest difference was the way his tongue invaded her cooze and gave her the tongue-lashing of her life. Gentle rocking, hard tongue-fucking-this was the way she loved it. And she had never realized it until this minute!
She had been missing out on so much staying with a dud in bed!
The man's mouth vanished from her pussy lips, leaving her momentarily confused. Why had he left?
Then she knew why. He was wiggling around underwater to strip off the lower part of his wetsuit.
He rose up, buck naked now. He landed on her belly and worked his way forward. She sighed with pleasure when she felt the tip of his huge fuck stick nudge into her cunt.
"Oh, a sea monster!" she exclaimed.
"I'm ready to plunge into the depths," he said.
"Do it, do it!"
Jacqui groaned with delight when he slid easily the entire length of her cunt. His huge pecker stretched her in all directions. The big blue vein on top of his cock pulsed with power and need, matching her own. With a little squeeze of her cunt muscles, she reassured him this was exactly what she wanted.
"You're tight, damned tight," he gasped out, surfacing again. "Have you ever made it in the water before?"
Jacqui thought about lying, then said. "No. This is the first time."
"You'd better be a juicy one, otherwise we'll need some more lubrication. The water washes away your pussy oils."
"Let's try it and see what happens," she said, not wanting to return to the beach. The water tossed her about in just the right motion. With his cock lodged balls-deep in her quim, she was ready to push to the next stage of arousal.
If her body could go that far without short-circuiting every nerve in her brain!
She felt his mouth moving over her tits, licking her tits, sucking her nipples and then working around to her ear. Then Jacqui sputtered. Still locked together, pecker hidden away in her tight pussy, they rolled over in the water. She was face-down and struggling to breathe. Then they kept rolling and again, she stared up at the brilliant blue sky.
"Can't do that without warning me. I'll drown," she spit out.
"Hang on and you'll catch the ride of your life," he promised her.
His arms wrapped around her body. His hands clutched at her curvy ass, worked around and stroked over her back. She let her legs spread wantonly wide so he could stay between her thighs. His cock began slipping a little from her pussy.
He clung to her even tighter and shoved back all the way up her cunt. Jacqui groaned with the intrusion. He wasn't fucking her, not moving in and out with powerful hip movements, but she didn't mind. It was sexy simply letting him get his dick inside her and letting the ocean toss them up and down together.
She locked her slender legs around his waist. Her tits mashed flat against his chest and she gasped for air as they began turning slowly in the water. One second, she was looking up at the sky with its puffy white clouds. The next, she tried to find the bottom of the ocean.
And then he swung her around again. She arched her back slightly and pulled him even deeper into her cunt. The wave motion was sexy, but she was quickly reaching the point where she needed more potent fucking.
"More, give me more. Hard, fast, deep."
"Can't do it as easily as on the beach," he said, his mouth moving close to her ear. He licked her ear lobe and then his tongue thrust into her ear. Tiny sparks of carnal electricity volted throughout her body wherever he touched. He wasn't giving her an all-out fucking, but was building her slowly.
She felt the sexual tensions rising within her like the swell of an ocean wave.
Clinging to the water-slickened shoulders hunching above her gave Jacqui no sense of security. And she wanted none. She had hung on to the safe and secure too long. Now it was time to live dangerously, to let go, to do all the things she had only dreamed about.
"Fuck me!" she cried.
The man responded immediately. He had been slowly stroking. Now his hips thrust with more power, his pecker sinking even deeper into her eagerly awaiting pussy.
She felt his body pressing her outer cunt lips in, then pulling her inner ones out as he withdrew from her smoldering twat. Every touch of his cock sent new sensations tossing through her like a riptide.
He bucked like a dolphin lifting out of the water and diving back as he fucked her. The movement of the restless ocean and the hard-pounding of his hot cock pushed her closer and closer.
His body caught at her tits and tried to pull the aroused nubbins of flesh off the tips. He had warned her all lubrication would be lost. The feel of his'body moving across her big tits was almost painful now. Those jugs had filled with hard-pounding blood. Her nipples throbbed and his chest pressed down hard into them.
She got closer to cumming.
"More, give me more. Ram it into me!"
The bucking motion of his fucking increased. She sputtered and struggled as water broke over her face. She stopped panicking and got down to moving with him, letting the ocean add to her stimulation. This was better than any water bed. She was able to sink and rise and all the while, his cock stayed within her cooze.
"Yes, oh, yes, aieee!" The cum took Jacqui by surprise. She had felt the wondrous sexual pressures mounting within her. She had not thought they would boil over with the suddenness they did.
She crammed her crotch down into his. Her bush ground hard into his groin, and she took his cock an extra inch deeper. The soft, warm enfolding grip of the ocean soothed and stimulated her at the same time. He pumped harder and harder, bucking up and down.
His prick began sliding in and out with more force. The ocean stole away some of her inner lubrication, but she was past caring. She had to have it all. She got it.
The spring of carnal delight building in her pussy gushed up and out in a wild rush of sexual release. She came harder than ever. And still he fucked on. She felt the friction from his movement filling her like water in a glass. And then she overflowed again.
She was never sure when he got off, but she knew he did. He cried out and caused them to roll over and over in the water. Finally, after another long minute, she felt the rock-hard pussy pleaser begin to wilt within her. His cock dribbled from between her legs and floated limp and exhausted a few inches away.
The blonde reached over and stroked it. The surfer had ridden the big wave and now needed to rest.
"You're something special," the man said. "Never been this good."
"You'd better be even better," she said.
"Again? So soon? Wait a while and-"
"Ahoy!" came the loud cry. "Are you drowning? Do you need help?"
The lifeguard paddled closer in a boat, looked them over, smiled and muttered, "Some people have all the luck," then guided his rescue boat parallel to the shore.
"That was close," the surfer said. "They can toss you in jail, you know."
"Really?" Jacqui said innocently. "For what?"
The surfer thought a moment, then said, "I'm not exactly sure. Let's try some other stuff and see."
They might have frightened away some fish, but for the rest of the morning their amorous splashing and coupling attracted no more attention.
By the time Jacqui went home, she was sore between the legs from taking so much cock, a little sunburned and more sure than ever she had found a way to keep from getting bored sexually with her husband.
CHAPTER SIX
Jacqui felt hot and tired, but in a good way. She lifted her face to the sun as she drove home, thinking of how she had spent the night-and all the morning. The ocean had been good for her, with all the hard, long cock she could take.
Licking her lips, Jacqui remembered the guy on roller blades, too. Sucking him off had been more fun than she'd ever had. Except maybe the lezzie fuck fest with Sandra. The thought of her lustful red-haired neighbor made her cream all over herself again. The blonde shifted uncomfortably on the car seat, then reached down and rubbed her snatch. If anything, the feel of her own fingers pressing into her clit and running up and down over her pussy lips made the longing worse.
Jacqui had never realized another woman could turn her on this much. Sandra had known all the right things to do, touching here and there, her tongue brushing over agitated pussy lips and then dipping deep into the passion well before licking back and tongue-fucking her tight ass-hole.
Jacqui shivered remembering the sexy time with Sandra.
She pulled into the driveway and saw Larry had left already. That was fine with her. She didn't want to deal with him, not right now. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do about him.
If they tried to talk, he'd get a hard-on and end up fucking her. Worst of all, she was too weak to resist. They'd end up in the sack, fucking their brains out. And afterward, she would hate herself for it. Larry simply wasn't that good.
"It's taken me long enough to find out I'll flop on my back for any cock," she grumbled. "The difference now is that I've found better cocks men."
The blonde chuckled as she went to the kitchen door. Her lovers didn't even have to be cocks men. Sandra might strap on a dildo and fuck her that way, but she didn't have the long, hot, hard erection that turned Jacqui on.
The redhead used other sexual lures.
She closed the door and jumped, startled by the doorbell ringing. Jacqui hurried through the house and opened the front door. A delivery man stood there with a big bouquet of flowers.
"Here you go," the man said. His eyes dragged over her body, as if he could see under the baggy sweats she wore. Before Jacqui could offer him more of a view, he was gone, leaving her with the flowers.
She fumbled open the tiny card and read it quickly.
"A secret admirer?" She put the flowers on the living room table, staring at them in amazement. Who sent them? She had not even given her name to the guys who had shown her the error of her ways-and shown her brand new roads.
The roller blading guy hardly seemed the sort. He wouldn't want anything to do with her now, because of the cop. The surfer dude might be romantic enough to send flowers, but Jacqui doubted it. He was more-likely to give her another hard-on. She licked her lips and almost tasted butter and popcorn, then decided it wasn't the guy she had seduced in the move theater, either.
"Who is it?" she wondered again. Larry wasn't the kind to send flowers, even if he thought there was anything wrong between them.
Jacqui glanced at the clock and saw it was getting late. She had spent the entire morning frolicking in the ocean, getting fucked like she'd never been before. Now it was almost six in the evening. She hastily changed from her dirty, torn sweats and rushed next door to talk with Sandra'.
Who else but Sandra might have sent her the flowers?
By the time she got outside, it was starting to get dark. She cut across the lawn and went to the back door. She started to knock when she heard passionate gasps and groans coming from inside the house.
Knowing she ought to turn and leave, but curious about what was going on, Jacqui edged around and peered in the screen door. Sandra lay on the kitchen table, her legs spread wide. Her husband Ken was on his knees by the table, his face buried in the redhead's crinkly furred muff.
"Ummmmm, your tongue, it's driving me crazy," Sandra said, writhing about. She reached up and tweaked her own nipples. Seeing her do this caused Jacqui's boobs to throb with need. Hardly knowing she did it, the blonde reached down and stroked over her own tits, feeling the hard nubs capping each mound of flesh until they were tight and hard and aching.
"Love the taste of pussy," mumbled Ken. He licked along the inside of his wife's thighs, then slowly worked back to lap along the furry slit opened so wantonly for him.
Jacqui wondered how long this would go on-and if she ought to join in. Then she stopped. She didn't think Sandra would mind, but what about Ken? He always seemed so uptight to her, even if he did eye her like he wanted to throw her on the floor and fuck her silly.
"I want more than your tongue," sobbed Sandra. "Fuck me. Stuff your prick in me and fuck!"
Ken stood, unfastened his belt and skinned out of his pants. As he kicked them free, he turned slightly and looked squarely at Jacqui. She froze like a deer in headlights. Then Ken grabbed his schlong and turned back to the cunt offered so freely to him.
He bent forward so his hips could lever in his pecker. Jacqui saw the mighty cock vanish between Sandra's nether lips. Then the labia lewdly parted and Ken pushed balls-deep into the juicy twat.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Sandra cried. "Now move, fuck me good. Burn me up with that boner!"
Ken braced himself on the table, bending over a little to get more leverage to slam into his wife's pussy with as much force as possible. Every inward thrust looked rough, but Sandra moaned and begged for more. Faster and faster, Ken fucked, the sucking sound of his cock racing in and out of creaming cunt reaching the spying blonde.
She closed her .eyes and leaned against the wall. Her own hand frigged her clit and moved into blonde-rimmed pussy. But a finger shoved into her twat wasn't what she needed. The lustful sounds coming cumming from inside turned her on in a big way. But she wasn't going to be able to sate her own passions.
Hornier than ever, Jacqui staggered away, leaving Sandra and her husband to their lusty fucking. How she wanted some of that action!
She sat in her car for a moment, then decided she needed to vent some of her frustration. She roared out of the drive and went directly to the ice arena. The hockey game was going to start in a few minutes. Jacqui always got a thrill watching the burly guys as they skated, reveled in their power, had fantasies about what it would be like having one of them slamming into her like they slammed into the walls and each other.
The arena was colder than she remembered, then she realized she hadn't brought even a sweater. The thin blouse she wore wasn't protection against the icy frost rising from the ice. Her nipples hardened and pressed pointedly against her blouse, attracting attention from some of the men sitting around her.
She looked them over. Any of them would do, but none approached her-and she certainly wasn't going to take a chance coming between a guy and his girlfriend or wife. They were out for an evening of watching a hockey game, not the kind of game she had in mind.
Then the sexy blonde had an idea. She saw the teams skating onto the ice from their locker rooms. The teams skated around, warming up even as Jacqui felt warmth of a different kind building in her loins. They were so strong and masterful. They skated with authority. She just knew any of them would fuck the same way.
The puck was dropped and the crowd went wild. Jacqui made her way down the row of seats, then went to the arena's lower levels. Wandering around a few minutes brought her to the home team's locker room. She took a deep breath, then went in. Since early morning she had gotten it on with jocks. This seemed a great way to finish the day.
Sunrise to sunset with roller bladers and surfers-and hockey players.
She went into the locker room and stopped, looking around. Jacqui wasn't sure what she was going to find. This seemed so dreary somehow for a professional team. Metal lockers, wood benches, the showers smelling of disinfectant.
She walked around, the cheers of the crowd in the arena distant. A click-click-click caused the lovely blonde to spin around and face a guy fully suited out in hockey pads. The clicking noise came from his skates against the concrete floor.
"What are you doing here?" the man demanded.
"What are you?" Jacqui countered. "You're the goalie. Aren't you supposed to be keeping the other team from scoring?"
"Thrown out for fighting. It wasn't my fault. He skated right into me and-" The goalie dropped his jersey and shucked off the heavy pads, standing naked to the waist. Jacqui eyed the ripple of his muscles and saw the scars.
"So many scars," she said, coming closer. Hesitantly, she reached out and ran her fingers along one that ran from his neck down across his chest.
"Skate blade," he said, smiling a little.
"What of this one?" She moved lower and lightly brushed along a pink scar just above his kidney protectors.
"The same."
"How far does it go?" Jacqui asked, her breath coming faster now. She pushed her hand down the front of his uniform and felt the heavy plastic cup protecting his balls. "So hard!"
"And getting uncomfortable," he said. "I'm getting a boner from all this."
"Why, we can't have that, can we?"
"Why not?" He unlaced the padded pants and skates and stood dressed only in the jock strap with its hard cup.
She traced the outline of the jock with her fingertips. She enjoyed watching the way the cup quivered and shook as his erection grew to painful proportions. Just when she was going to take pity on him and pull it free, he did it for her.
The blonde's eyes widened when she saw the size of his dong. It was eight inches long, but it was so thick she could hardly wrap her fingers around it.
"So big!" she cried, stroking up and down, watching the way it reacted.
"Suck me off and you can watch it shrink," he said. His strong fingers circled her head and pulled her face down to his groin. Jacqui went eagerly. Her ruby lips parted and took in the purpled tip of his cock. The big blue vein on the top pulsed and throbbed as she rubbed over it with her tongue. Then she clamped her lips fully around the end and went down slowly.
"You're like a vacuum cleaner," he moaned. "You can really give head! Don't stop, don't you dare stop!"
Slowly, slowly Jacqui went down even farther on the huge prick. Then she backed off, using her tongue to tease the underside. Her lips were straining to take the entire girth of his pecker into her mouth, but her tongue was able to touch all the right places. She knew from the way his cock hardened even more.
"It's gonna pop any second. Never felt a chick with a mouth like yours, and believe me, I've had groupies from here to Ontario and back."
"None of them as good," Jacqui said around the thick plug of pecker in her mouth. She stroked over his balls and felt the way they churned and bucked inside. A quick move took her away from the end of his cock and to those balls.
She sucked them entirely into her mouth and batted then around with her oral organ, then moved back before he could complain.
"I wanna face-fuck you," he gasped out. "I'm getting off too fast. I wanna cum in your mouth!"
The idea excited Jacqui. Her hot breath gusted through the tangle of his thick pubic hair as her nose neared and the cock slid into her mouth. Then she moved back to the tasty morsel of his cockhead.
Sucking harder and harder as she pulled back made her realize how close the goalie was to cumming. He groaned and then got his fingers behind her head again. This time, he jammed his hips forward, shoving his priek far into her face.
Jacqui knelt in front of the man's crotch and took every inch he gave her. She cradled his cock with her rough tongue, giving new stimulation with every thrust to her mouth. Her teeth lightly scored the sides of his cock and he pulled out.
And always she was sucking hard.
"Too much, your mouth's too much for me!"
Even as he cried out, she felt his pecker jerk hard and expand even more. Then came the hot, tasty deluge of his cum. She gobbled up the salty flood like she was dying of thirst and this was cool, clean water.
Harder and harder, he fucked into her eager mouth. And Jacqui could hardly keep up with the gallons of semen he spilled. Some trickled form her mouth and ran down her chin. But the goalie had been right. He face-fucked her a few minutes and then slowed as his cock turned into a limp worm and dribbled from her lips.
"You taste good," she said, rocking back on her heels and looking up at him. Smiling, she seductively licked the droplet of cum off her chin.
"What a tongue, what a mouth!" he exclaimed. He looked at his exhausted pecker and sighed. "It's going to be a few minutes before I get it up again."
"A few minutes? Yeah, sure," Jacqui said. "I need it hard, but it'll take longer than I can wait. I'd better get out of here."
"Don't go," the goalie urged. "Besides, he might have something to keep you busy until I'm ready."
Jacqui turned to see another hockey player coming into the locker room. From the expression on his face, the blonde thought he might be able to keep her busy all night long.
And that wouldn't be bad, not at all!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Good to see you're banging your dick against something other than a puck," the second hockey player said, laughing. He threw down his gloves and stick with a loud clang. "This is almost worth getting thrown out of the game to see."
"Only to see?" asked Jacqui. Her eyes sparkled. She felt her pulse racing at the idea of getting it on with this guy. "I thought all you skaters were doers, not watchers."
"Not him," laughed the goalie, sitting on a bench with his legs spread wide. His cock was still flaccid. "He spends more time in the penalty box than he does skating."
"I wouldn't mind spending some in another box," the player said, eyeing Jacqui with as much lust as she was looking at him.
Jacqui stood and struck a pose, one slender leg turned slightly to show off her sleek calves and the flare of her ass. She thrust out her chest just enough to press her nipples against the thin blouse. Wearing a bra hadn't been high on her list of things to do, and now she was glad.
The player's eyes fixed firmly on the way her tits impudently thrust against her blouse, threatening to pop the buttons at any second. To help him along in his decision, she reached up and undid the top two buttons.
The luscious mounds of tit flesh almost tumbled out. She pulled her shoulders back even more, offering her bounty to him.
He stepped forward, his callused hands reaching out. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he stroked over the lines of her boobs, lightly pressing the rock-hard nubbins down into the softer fleshy part of her tit flesh. Jacqui closed her eyes and let the delightful sensations course through her body.
She had been turned on giving head to the goalie. Now she was quivering like a giant raw nerve ending. The tiniest touch set her off.
"More," she said in a sex husky voice. "Give me lots more."
"like this?" he asked. He bent over, his tongue flashing out between her tits. He licked the length of the deep canyon formed by her pointy-tipped tits, then moved lower. Using only his lips and tongue, he unbuttoned another button, then another and another, until her blouse hung open.
"What a rack!" exclaimed the goalie. "She's got a set that doesn't quit!"
"like me," the other player said. "I never quit. I just cum."
"Prove it," Jacqui challenged. "Go on and show me what you've got. I want to see how you score!"
"I score every time. And I can turn a hat trick."
"What?" Jacqui was momentarily startled. She didn't know what he meant.
"Three goals in one game," the goalie said. "But he's bragging."
"Telling the truth," the player insisted. He stopped talking and worked down to the waistband of the sultry blonde's skirt. He somehow got it free with only his mouth. Jacqui shivered every time she felt his hot breath against her naked flesh.
When he nipped and tugged at her panties, she almost came. He pulled hard, forcing the silky fabric to compress her pussy lips and go deep into the cleft between her ass cheeks. With a toss of his head, he ripped them free. He rocked back, her torn panties dangling from his teeth.
Jacqui had never been turned on more. She felt her pussy beginning to drool in anticipation.
He spat out the torn panties and licked his lips.
"Pussy. I love to eat pussy!" he cried, diving to the task.
Jacqui gasped when she felt his eager tongue slide between the flaps of her furry slit. He drove in hard and fast, diddled around her clit a few times and sent new surges of carnal excitement into her trembling body.
"Not enough," he said suddenly, standing. Jacqui was shaky and balanced against a locker. "You're quitting?"
"I'm only starting!" He unlaced his padded uniform and kicked the pants free. His jock and cup followed and then he worked on his skates, jerking them off in a flash. He stepped up, his erection already aimed at the ceiling. Jacqui saw it and almost fainted with anticipation.
Picking her up as easily as he would a bag of groceries, he pulled her in tight to his muscular body. Her tits grated over his hairy chest as he lowered her. Then she forgot all about the stimulation he was giving her boobs. The tip of his pecker parted the cunt lips he had just licked-and plunged all the way up her middle.
She shrieked out in delight. Locking her legs around his waist, she wiggled and moved and fit him in even deeper. Her cunt was completely filled with his powerful fuck stick.
"More, I want more," she stammered. "Fuck me good!"
"I'll fuck you till your eyes cross," he said. "You like my hockey stick? Then you'll love this!"
He lifted her, caught the twin fleshy globes of her ass cheeks, then squeezed down hard. She was impaled on his cock, and his hands cradled her ass flesh. As he bounced her up and down, he stroked in as far as any man ever had.
Every thrust into her cunt shook her. Tiny fireflies flitted about before her eyes and then these turned to spotlights. She was burning up with friction from the fucking and she wanted more!
She got it.
Jacqui twisted and turned in his strong grasp as he guided her up and down on his lusty length. He lifted, he dropped, he pulled out until only the end of his cock was left inside her pussy lips, then he plunged into her again.
The fucking started fast and built in speed and power. Every thrust rocked her and caused new fireworks to blast into her brain.
"I'm going to cum too fast. I want to enjoy this!"
"Go on, cum. I said I'm going for a hat trick. You'll be the first to cum."
"Hey, what about me? I already got my rocks off." The goalie stood and showed how he was getting a hard-on again. "Watching you two going at it is having an effect. A good one!"
"So get over here and get it in!" cried the player with his pecker hidden all the way up her pussy.
"I need to put on something first. Gotta be safe, you know. Besides, it's lubricated. That's me, hard and slick!" The goalie fumbled in his locker and pulled out a lubricated rubber. He rolled it onto his huge pecker and moved in so Jacqui was caught between him and the man fucking her so avidly.
"What are you doing?"
"Hey, babe, we're a team. Teammates share everything."
"But I've never done this before. Two cocks at once?"
"You'll love it," the goalie assured her.
His hands circled her waist. She recoiled from his touch. This made her shove out her butt and let him slide his rubber-sheathed dick between the half moons of her ass cheeks. She loved the sensation of the slippery, heated dork moving up to her back door, but the other player still fucked her. How could she take two of them into her body at the same time?
"Relax, enjoy," the player intent on a hat trick said. "We're all gonna love this!"
Jacqui bent forward, her head on the man's shoulder. He was so strong, he was able to support her without strain. She relaxed her legs a little and shoved her butt backward.
She gasped with delight when the goalie's pecker banged gently on the tightly held ring of her anal sphincter. Her ass-hole wasn't going to let him in easily.
She tried to relax so he could fuck her up the rear, but her body was too afire with lust. The slow movement of cock in and out of her pussy was speeding up again. She burned from the way he filled her to overflowing with his hard-driving pussy poker.
"Let me in. Let me get in, oh, yes, yes!" cried the goalie. "This is better than blocking a winning shot!"
He worked the head of his cock past the clenched ring of anus, then waited until the blonde's ass-hole accepted this intrusion. With deliberate movement, he slid up and into her tightest passage.
He corn-holed her while his friend hammered away at her cunt. They held her sandwiched between them, both men's cocks buried in her clutching, sex-starved body.
Jacqui closed Her eyes and let the delicious waves of pure lust wash over her. She had thought fucking in the ocean was good. This was great, having two guys inside her at the same time. If only she had another cock to suck on!
"More, more, both into me at the same time. I want to feel completely filled with cock!"
"Your wish is our command."
She wasn't even sure who said that. The goalie's hands circled her waist, then moved lower. He fingered her clit even as he pushed in and pulled out from her back door. The thrill of being buggered was one Jacqui had never experienced before. She decided she liked it. A lot. Sandra had licked over her ass-hole. But a woman's darting tongue on her tight back passage was no competition for a man's immense cock.
She remembered how wide the goalie's cock had been in her mouth. This had to be why she felt spread out all over the place. The feel of his hairy thighs rubbing against her soft, rounded ass cheeks and the immense pressure of his prick sliding all the way up her ass set off depth charges deep inside her body.
Or was it the way the other hockey player fucked her with such ease? He supported her weight with no strain. She was free to float, to enjoy what he did. His prick flew back and forth now, slickly gliding far up into her vaj.
Tiny sparks of carnal electricity surged into her and then the tiny volts turned to kilowatts and finally an entire power plant discharged in her loins.
Cunt clamping down hard as she came, she shrieked and thrashed and tried to flop about. The hockey player's strong arms held her easily as she soared on the winds of ecstasy blowing through her tender, lush bod.
"You're like a vise around my dick," he said, not complaining. "I think you could crush me flat if you got off again."
"That I want to see," said the goalie. Jacqui wasn't sure what it was the goalie meant. Did he want to see his friend's cock completely crushed by her strong pussy muscles or did he want to get her off again?
It didn't matter what he intended. Either way, Jacqui had to cum.
Clawing at the man's broad back, she clung and shoved her ass back for more attention from the well-hung goalie. As the blonde did this, she moved her crotch so the other man's cock slid from her pussy. An idea began to form in her lust-dazed mind.
Back and forth, she moved her hips, setting the pace of the fucking so it pleased her most. Neither of the men complained. They both got what they wanted. The goalie was shoved deep up her ass-hole. The other player buried balls-deep in her cunt. And she was treated to sensational thrills.
The heat from the two never-resting cocks built to a bonfire in her guts. She gasped and sobbed and then orgasm smashed her senses. Jacqui rocked and thrust and twisted her hips. She loved the feel of prick in her cooze, but the heavy log of flesh driving in and out of her ass-hole really got her off.
She came and came until she felt like a rapid firing machine-gun. Her teeth rattled and sweat poured down her body. The river flowing between her huge tits tickled and then ran into the matted fleece of her muff.
Squishy sounds from fucking her cunt echoed throughout the locker room and then these vanished when she shouted out her lust as she came again.
"Gotta get off. It's like fucking into a volcano," the player in front of her said. She tensed her inner muscles and clutched erotically at his hidden length. Then she knew he was getting off. His face turned into a mask and he grunted. His hips flew back and forth and his prick turned into a piston of stark pleasure.
She almost got off-again.
But when he went limp and dribbled from her pussy, she still had a thrill waiting for her. Behind her. She clung to the first player, got her feet on the cold concrete floor, then bent forward.
This let the goalie slam even deeper up her rear passage.
Her world spun in wild, crazy circles. She rotated her hips in an attempt to stir his cock inside her ass-hole like a spoon in a bowl. He touched virgin tissue deep within her. And that touch sparked such an intense orgasm, she almost fainted. Never in her life had she gotten off this hard.
"Hold on, hold on, I'm cumming!" the goalie cried. He gripped her around the waist. He pistoned in and out until her delicate inner tissues throbbed with the friction of his cock. Then she felt him begin to buck and jerk while stashed entirely within her butt. He was getting off on butt-fucking her!
Jacqui shivered as if she had a fever, then the biggest orgasm she'd ever experienced tore at her senses. When she came down from this sex high, she was sitting on the bench, still buck naked.
The two players were hastily dressing. The goalie looked at her.
"You'd better get dressed fast. It's half-time. Unless you want to pull a train an entire team long, you'd better get out of here."
"How many on a hockey team?" she asked.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jacqui settled onto her car seat, aware of the heat still boiling out of her ass-hole. The goalie had reamed her out good and proper. And she had loved it-still did. Never had she felt such intense sensation in her trim young body. And her pussy!
It throbbed and burned, too. The other player had given his cock freely to her, and she had loved this. She sighed, her ample boobs rising and falling under her thin blouse. She was aware of the cool air gusting up under her skirt and across her hot pussy. Her panties had been torn beyond recovery. And the air, as she drove, slid down the front of her blouse like a lover's fingers.
She shivered, her nipples hardening. But she didn't know if it was from the cold night or the hot fucking she had just received.
"What a day," she said to herself. Jacqui turned up the car radio and sang along loudly, not caring about the stares she got at every stoplight. She was feeling good. It was good to be alive, completely alive, and it was all because she had decided to cut loose.
She had been trapped in a rut. She had dared to explore her own needs and had unlocked a treasure chest.
"My chest," she said proudly, looking at her tits. They were good tits, nice and big and more than a mouthful. Larry always said more than a mouthful was a waste, but Jacqui was learning that he was completely wrong.
If it hadn't been for those knockers she would never have been able to stop the guy roller blading along the beach or--.
She stopped. No reason to itemize all the guys who had fucked her that day. It only made her horny all over again.
At home, she knew she wasn't-likely to get anything that would help scratch that new itch. Larry was okay in bed, but the lovers she'd had all day long were great.
"He's already in bed and asleep," she said, seeing his car in the drive. She glanced over at her neighbor's house, wondering if Sandra and Ken were still getting it on. They way they had been fucking on the kitchen table told her they weren't-likely to stop with just one bang.
She still thought about going over, but not to spy on them, and got even hornier. She wanted to talk to Sandra and find out if she had sent the flowers. The lusty redhead was the only one Jacqui could think of who might have been so thoughtful.
Going into the kitchen, she turned on the light. She froze, then recognized the ragged sound filling the house. Larry was snoring.
Jacqui fixed herself something to eat, then went into the living room. She didn't want to climb into bed next to Larry. He slept like a log and snored like someone was cutting it with a buzz saw. Besides, the only kind of log she was interested in right now was long and hot and fleshy and hard and able to fuck her until she cried out in orgasm.
Dropping onto the sofa, she frowned. A small box was on the table next to the flowers. She picked it up and saw her name on it. Curious, she opened it.
"Wow," she said. The dangly earrings inside were gorgeous-and expensive. That meant Larry had nothing to do with the gift. She fumbled out a note that simply said "For my secret love. Are you as randy as I am? When can we get it on?"
"If I knew who you were, I'd spread 'em right now," she said, sighing deeply. The desires built within her again. It was as if she had set off an avalanche of craving. The more cock she got, the more she wanted. The more she needed.
"But I don't know who you are. What am I going to do?" She shoved the sandwich she had made to one side and stood. "I'm not going to stay and listen to Larry snoring."
Decided, the blonde left and drove around a while. But she ought to have eaten. Her stomach growled with hunger. She saw an all-night convenience store and pulled into the parking lot. She had to get something to eat and drink. But as she walked in, other hungers forced her to forget food.
Never had she seen a man as handsome as the clerk.
"Evening," he said in a deep voice. "Can I help you?"
"Well, sure," she said. "I'm looking for something to.. .eat." Her eyes dipped down to his crotch. The bulge growing there told her he had the same idea about her that she had about him.
"How much?" he asked.
"Oh, eight inches will do," she said.
"What?" He looked at her, then glanced over his shoulder at the security camera.
"I could lose my job if they catch me again."
"Again?" she asked. "What did you do before, you naughty thing."
"I don't want to talk about it," he said, frowning slightly. He stood very close to her. She pressed her hip into his groin. She hadn't been mistaken. The penis growing into a full erection was more than enough for her. He had broad shoulders and was quite good-looking. He was older than her and mature. He knew what he wanted-and he would know what a woman wanted.
"Good, because I don't want to talk, either. I want to do." She reached down and grabbed his crotch. His cock tried to turn a cartwheel. He grunted and caught her wrist.
"Did the district manager send you?"
"I haven't fucked him. If I had, he might have sent me to heaven and back. But he's not here and you are. Are you going to send me?"
"Into the back room," he said. "The camera will show us going in, but-"
"Screw the camera," Jacqui said hotly, grabbing him and kissing his full on the lips. He resisted. If he had wanted, he was so much stronger, he could have pushed her away. But she felt his resistance melting even as his passion heated up.
His tongue pressed between her lips and lightly brushed over the tip of hers. Back and forth from one mouth to the other, they played oral hide and seek until both of them were panting harshly. Jacqui was drenched with sweat. Her thin blouse clung to every curve of her voluptuous body.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered hotly in her ear. He nibbled a bit on her lobe, then worked down her neck. She guided him around. Men playing with her titties turned her on in a big way. He shoved his face into the delicious canyon between the twin mounds of her boobs. He kissed avidly and licked at her salty sweat.
"You're hot, overdressed," he said. He glanced toward the camera again, then smiled broadly. "What do I want this job for, anyway? The owner is an ass-hole and the manager is his son. He's not even human."
Jacqui laughed and moved even closer. She ran her fingers under his shirt and felt the ripple of buffed muscles. Then she gasped when his fingers stroked over her chest. He found her bountiful boobs and crushed down powerfully on them. Tiny earthquakes jolted through her and from her chest into her pussy.
"I need more than that," she told him.
"How about this?" He pushed aside her blouse and gobbled at her tits. He sucked the left boob into his mouth and tongue-lashed at the pebble on the tip. Then he slid down wetly, kissing and licking as he went, only to circle up the other boob. By the time he reached the summit, the nipple was throbbing with need.
"Nice, but I was thinking of more."
"Everyone's always in a hurry," he complained as he worked lower. His hands slid under her skirt and then moved up the outsides of her legs. When he came to her hips, his eyes widened. "No panties. You are hot to trot."
"Do me. Here. Now. For the camera!"
Jacqui pulled up her skirt and bundled it around her waist so she could flash her bush at the camera. Let anyone who watches it get a thrill. like she was getting!
She shivered when the man's tongue raked over her gooey slit, but she wouldn't let him tongue-fuck her. She'd had enough of that for the day. The urges she felt building inside her body could be quenched only through stoking-with a real prick.
"Fuck me," she said harshly, her voice husky with the need for sex. "Fuck me good!"
"That's the only way I know how." Then he moved forward on her again, kissing and stroking and hunting for all the right places to turn her on in a big way.
The horny blonde staggered back into a shelf of cans. They clattered to the floor and she perched the edge of her butt on the top shelf and widened her stance. Her blonde-furred pussy was wantonly exposed and she saw what she wanted to cram into it.
The man kicked free of his pants. He wore skimpy underwear that was discarded in a flash, leaving him wearing nothing but a raging hard-on. He reached to a rack of condoms and pulled one off. He ripped open the foil and took out the rolled rubber. The angry red pecker sticking up and twitching with lust was quickly sheathed. She licked her lips as she watched it jerk and buck with need. Jacqui felt like a bird hypnotized by a one-eyed snake. The more she tried to move away from the beguiling cock, the more she wanted it.
"Fuck me now!" she cried.
He reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her snatch toward his groin. She sobbed softly when the thick head of his pecker bounced off her pussy lips and went skittering along. It was exciting, it turned her on even more, but it was not enough. She had to have it buried entirely up her twat.
"This, here, now," she said firmly, grabbing his prong. She tugged and pushed the rubbery head into her cunt lips. "Now. Insert part A into slot B. And fuck me like there's no tomorrow!"
His first thrust into her cooze lifted her feet off the floor. He sank all the way up her heated center. Then he simply stopped. She relished the feel of his pulsating prick buried away in her cunt. It jerked and quivered in the hot fuck channel. Twisting and turning slightly, the blonde moved the prick around inside her until she could hardly bear it any longer.
"Move, move," she urged. "Fuck me good. I need to feel it sliding in and out of me. Your cock, oh, that sweet fucking cock!"
She went wild with passion when he obeyed. His hips drew back. She felt the incredible suction within as the thick plug almost left her pussy. Almost. When only the head remained, he shoved back into her with all the force and desire he had before. He retreated again, slowly, teasing and tormenting her.
Faster, he fucked back into her twat. She gripped the edge of the shelf and hiked her legs up to afford him a better target. His prick flew like an arrow straight for the bull's-eye. He nailed her dead center and moved with more forceful strokes. Hips pistoning back and forth, he gave the sex-hungry blonde everything she could have wanted.
She flailed around, knocking more cans off the shelf. Through the sex haze clouding her mind, she saw these were vegetables. She laughed and moaned and wanted more. She was getting laid in the middle of a mound of vegetables. It struck her as wild and crazy, but not as much fun as the feel of his heated love rod.
"You're too much," he grated out between clenched teeth. "This is so cool, fucking a hot chick like you. I want those video tapes. Nobody's gonna believe this unless they see!"
She clung to him, locking her heels behind his back. She needed him close so he could use his hips to deliver the most powerful strokes possible. Every trip up her lust-slick-ened fuck channel pushed her closer to the brink of cumming.
"Faster, burn me up. Faster, oh, yes, aieee!"
She screeched as orgasm smashed into her tender young body. It wasn't as hard a cum as when both hockey players had taken her or as sensual as screwing in the ocean, but it was good. Better than it ever had been with her husband.
Lewd sucking sounds rattled around the tiny store as his cock slipped in and out of her needy cunt. Her thick inner oils leaked around the plug of cock flesh and tickled her inner thighs.
And then she got off again.
She sobbed and clung fiercely to him as his prick twitched harder than before. He shoved straight up, lifting her off the shelf. For a moment she hung suspended on the end of his cock. Then her feet found the floor. Standing on her toes, she took his every thrust until his dick exploded like a stick of dynamite within her.
Soaked with sex sweat, weak and spent emotionally, she sagged down. He scooped her up and carried her to the checkout counter. He laid her down, stroking over her tits and belly and over her pussy.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "You're not going to fuck me again. I see what happened." She reached over and shook his limp pecker.
"This isn't ever going to happen to me again. I'm not passing up the chance of a lifetime." He reached over and grabbed a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup.
"What are you doing? Oh, that's nice!" she exclaimed. Jacqui wiggled around on the counter, positioning herself for the camera. The thick brown river of chocolate dribbled over her clit and onto her cunt lips.
"I've always wanted to do this," he said, diving down and licking off the gooey chocolate mixed with the blonde's thick inner lubricants.
To her surprise, Jacqui found she'd always wanted to do this, too, but hadn't realized it until that moment.
CHAPTER NINE
Jacqui stood under the shower, letting the gushing water run all over her luscious body. Every hot droplet stung her skin and stimulated her. She turned slowly under the stream, thrilling to the way it tickled and ran between her titties, then worked lower across the rounded dome of her belly and into the tangled mat of her blonde bush.
She took her washcloth and slowly dragged it back and forth over her most sensitive flesh. She shivered in spite of the hot water as she turned herself on, rubbing over her clit and even shoving a bit of the washrag into her pussy and jerking it out fast. It wasn't a cock, but it still excited her.
"Hey, Jacqui, I'm outta here. See you tonight," called Larry.
"What?" She pretended not to hear him over the rush of the water. She had come home after the screwing of her life. The convenience store clerk had fucked her, poured chocolate all over her snatch and licked it off, then things had really gotten hot. They had gone into the cooler buck naked. She thought the guy was crazy, but quickly found out how exciting it could be fucking in near-freezing temperature.
It made every touch of his sizzling cock all the more thrilling, so that he wanted to hide his pecker as fast as possible in her steamy interior. They had clung to each other the entire time they were fucking their brains out.
Then they had gone back into the store. He had stuffed part of a jelly donut into her pussy and eaten it out-eaten her out. Jacqui was not even certain when they had stopped their sex marathon. Over and over they had gotten it on, then he had simply left with her, never looking back as he left the store.
"Wish I could get a copy of those surveillance camera tapes," she sighed.
"What's that, Jacqui?"
"Nothing, nothing," she said. The blonde had been turning herself on thinking about how a real man fucked her. Larry was dull and boring.
She had learned there was a wide world out there and she wanted it all!
Jacqui stuck her head under the shower and washed herself off completely. When she got out, Larry had gone. Fine. She toweled herself off, moving the towel slowly and carefully over her damp body. Every time the fluffy soft towel brushed over the tips of her breasts, a sensual thrill rolled through her body like the echo of distant thunder.
Then she got down to really exciting towel work. She looped the towel between her legs and slowly pulled it up, then back. Faster and faster she moved, dragging it around until she was panting with stark lust. Jacqui stopped when she realized she was beginning to get flushed and sweaty again.
"I need more than a towel if I want to get off," she said to herself. The blonde froze when she heard the door to the bathroom opening. Larry stuck in his head.
"Hey, Jacqui, don't forget to take the car to the garage. It took forever to get the appointment. You'd think those guys were doctors or something."
As aroused as she was and as needy for cock as she was, she couldn't turn on her own husband. He closed the door, never giving her voluptuous nakedness a second look.
"Taken for granted," she decided. "There's not another guy out there whose cock wouldn't turn into a steel rod seeing me like this." Jacqui stood in front of the mirror, then wiped away the fog. She cupped her breasts so the nipples stood out like red, pointing fingers.
"Great titties," she commented. "And a nice ass." She bent over slightly, tightening the muscles in her buttocks. Then she hiked one foot up to the sink and swung her knee around to expose her cunny to her reflected gaze. Her hand stroked over the fluffy bush, then the middle finger dipped into the churning well of her desires.
She shivered and then sighed. "No good. I need to find somebody who'll give me what I need." She smiled as she studied her lewd pose in the mirror. It wasn't going to be hard finding someone hard, not with a come hither figure like hers.
Dressing quickly, she jumped in the car and drove to the garage. The quicker she finished here, the sooner she could go prowling for what she really needed. The movie theater was a possibility. To the beach? Maybe, but it was getting late. To fuck in public turned her on, but she wanted to be sure she could get off. Cops had odd ideas about public decency and would probably stop her, even if she offered them a blow job.
"Nice car," the mechanic said, wiping his hands on a rag. But he wasn't looking at the car. He was checking her out.
"Needs a closer examination," she said, liking the looks of the mechanic. He was an older guy, but that excited her. He might know things she hadn't learned yet.
"like what?" the mechanic asked.
"Oh, you ought to shove your dipstick in and check for fluid levels," she said, walking around the car. She bent over, her pert ass tight under the jeans she wore. Wiggling her butt just a little got the man's attention. Jacqui could tell from the way his overalls tented up at his crotch.
"There ought to be a dipstick in the car already."
"The only dip ever in the car is my husband," she said.
The mechanic laughed. "Let's get it up on the rack and see what we can do."
"You can give me a lift any time," Jacqui said. She watched as the mechanic pulled the car onto the pneumatic rack, an idea coming to her. Pulling her red knit tank top from the waistband of her jeans, she walked around and shoved the lever to lift the car.
"Hey, I'm supposed to do that!" the mechanic called, still behind the wheel of the car.
Jacqui jumped in beside him and rode to the top of the piston. They were a good six feet off the ground-and out of view of anyone casually walking through the garage.
"Show me how you would adjust something out of synch," she said, her voice husky. She stripped off her red knit tank-top, letting her pendulous boobs swing free. She had the mechanic's undivided attention.
"Looks like this needs to be examined," he said. "A good mechanic knows how to listen to the equipment." The man bent over, his lips brushing lightly over the tips of her boobs. Jacqui shivered with delight as his lips closed on the left nip and started sucking.
"Yes, oh, yes!" She purred like a cat.
His tongue lashed out and took her by surprise. It had been gentle pressure, and then it turned rough. And she loved it. Jacqui reached down and found the seat release. She fell backward so she was stretched out.
He never strayed from his delightful feast on her titties. He gnawed on one rubbery tip, then moved to the other. Every time he sucked or nibbled or licked, new tremors of desire lanced into her chest. She was filling with liquid fire.
And she wanted to combust.
"I want to see how you stroke," she said. "Let's see how your fleshy piston works in my cylinder."
The sexy blonde wiggled as she worked off her tight jeans. She shifted and turned and stretched like a snake until she got the jeans down around her ankles. Before she could reach down to untangle her feet, the man was on top of her, pressing her into the car seat.
"Leave 'em," he said. Knees on either side of her hips, he reached down and unzipped his overalls. Her eyes widened in pleasure when she saw he wasn't wearing anything underneath. His cock snapped up and bobbed around.
"In the glove box. Something for you cock so you can check out my box," she said.
He turned and got out a rubber from a strip of them. In a few seconds, he was sheathed and ready for action.
She tried to spread her legs wide apart to accommodate his huge dick, but with her ankles tangled up in her jeans, she couldn't.
She started to protest and then lost her voice. His mouth crushed into hers. His tongue danced around hers, and then she forgot even this oral stimulation. He dropped down. She felt his hairy balls rubbing against her upper thighs, then sinking between.
When he slid forward another few inches, hot and hard cock banged against her blonde-rimmed slit. She moaned softly. He kept up the pressure, his cock insistently moving into her aroused pussy. Pinned down, she wasn't able to shove her hips down and get him entirely within her.
The teasing entry was driving her wild with lust.
"Do me, do it now! Fuck me!" she cried out.
He kept moving with deliberate slowness. His cock slipped another inch into her oily pussy. And then another and another, until he was all the way into her cunt.
"So big, so big," she sobbed out. "You fill me to overflowing."
"Now it's time to test the equipment," he said. "I recommend a road test. Fast. Over rough road."
"Do it!" she cried.
She hunched up to meet his inward pressure, but as her ass came off the car seat, he was already pulling back. Relaxing a little, the excited blonde felt the thickness leaving her. How she wanted more.
Jacqui got it in a single long, powerful thrust that rattled her teeth. He drove in hard, his hips rotating in wide, stimulating circles before he pulled out. She clutched at him, trying to keep him inside her pussy.
He was going to fuck her the way he wanted. When Jacqui realized this, she concentrated on enjoying what he was doing. She had started it. Now he was going to finish it.
She kicked and struggled to spread her legs wider, to take him even deeper into her cunt, but the jeans prevented it. Still, being tied up like this kept her pussy nice and tight around his cock. And she wasn't able to move much. This excited her strangely.
Her ankles tied, his weight pinning her, her sleek legs pressed tightly together-and his cock! She felt the passion bubbling inside, building on the liquid warmth from licking and sucking on her nipples.
"I love it," she gasped out. She kissed at his ear lobes, his neck, his hairy chest. He moved like an elemental force of nature. Just when she thought he couldn't fuck any faster or deeper, he did. His hips flew like they were driven by an engine.
And what a piston!
The long, hard hot fleshy man meat reaming her out sent blasts of sexual energy throughout her body. The heat from her tits flowed to her brain. The flames he stoked in her cunt were only a few seconds later reaching her head.
She came. Jacqui groaned and sobbed and cried out as the mechanic did his best to fuck her. She burned up between the legs. Her pussy was afire from her cunt lips all the way up to her cervix. And he kept her completely spread with his thick, power, long sex shaft.
"Fuck me more, fuck me more," she begged.
When he slid forward another few inches, sizzling hard cock banged against her blonde-rimmed slit. She moaned softly. He kept up the pressure, his pecker insistently moving into her aroused pussy. Pinned down, she wasn't able to shove her hips down and get him entirely within her.
The teasing entry was driving her wild with lust.
"Do me, do it now! Fuck me!" she cried out.
He kept moving with deliberate slowness. His cock slipped another inch into her oily pussy. And then another and another, until he was all the way into her cunt.
"So big, so big," she sobbed out.
"Now it's time to test the equipment," he said. "I recommended a road test before. How fast can you stand it?"
"As fast as you can go!" she cried.
She struggled up to meet his inward thrust, but as her ass came off the car seat, he was already withdrawing. Relaxing a little, the excited blonde felt the thickness of his wonderful pecker leaving her. How she wanted more!
How she needed more!
Jacqui got it in a single long, powerful thrust. He drove in hard, his hips rotating in wide, stimulating circles before he pulled out. She clung to him, trying to keep him from abandoning her pussy.
"I love what you do to me," she gasped out. She sucked at his ear lobes, kissed his neck, moved her tongue across his hairy chest. His hips flew like they were driven by an powerful motor.
He drove hard and fast into her heated pussy, tuning her like he would a finely manufactured machine. Lewd sucking sounds drowned out the whuppa-whuppa of the pneumatic pump holding up the car on the rack. Every time he pulled out of her clingy pussy, the head of his prick resting just inside the flaps of her labia, he paused. Then he slammed forward with all the energy locked within his body.
"Yes, yes," he gasped, hardly able to keep control as he fucked the willing blonde. Then the heat from his pecker blasted out.
Jacqui came. The mechanic came. Locked together, cock in cunt, they rocked back and forth. She hunched up to grind her pussy mound into his groin. His body pressed down hard against the huge mounds of her tits. And then their orgasms died down.
Panting, the man pushed up until his arms were straight. He stared down into Jacqui's eyes. She was still fuzzy from a fantastic fucking.
"More," she said in a husky voice. "Give me more." She tensed her pussy muscles, but felt his prick slide free. He had gone limp.
"More?" he asked. "You're insatiable!"
"Fix it, Mr. Fix-it!"
His mouth passed over her tits, licking and sucking, and then went lower. Jacqui scooted up on the seat so he could kneel in the foot well and shove his face between her legs.
Again, she tried to get her legs free and couldn't. But she quickly discovered this changed the way he ate her out. With her legs pressed together, he had to force his face down to her bush. When he did, she got new stimulation she had never experienced before. His stubbly cheeks rubbed her soft inner thighs.
And his tongue had to force its way between her legs to get to her cunt lips.
When his tongue actually entered her, she came again.
"Aieee!" She thrashed about until the car began to rock precariously on the rack. The man refused to stop licking over her clit and shoving his tongue as far up her fuck tunnel as possible.
Jacqui floated on a soft cloud of sexual satiation, then he pushed her off again. She experienced yet another orgasm. But this time, his mouth vanished from between her legs right away.
"No, no," she moaned. "Don't stop.
"Lady, you got the best tune-up I ever gave. I checked under the hood, I did a probe, I even sampled the coolant and oil with my tongue. Everything's better than good. I'd say you're in great shape!"
"You didn't check everything," Jacqui accused.
"What'd I miss?"
"Check out the rear," she said, flipping over on the seat and coming up to her knees so her bare ass cheeks waggled in front of him. It took him a few minutes, but he did. Delightfully. For both of them.
CHAPTER TEN
The car ran just fine-and Jacqui purred like a kitten with a bowl of fresh cream. She and the mechanic had gotten it on more times than she could remember. Only the incredible warmth still glowing in her pussy and up her ass hinted at the real intensity of their hour-long fuck fest.
The blonde was bubbling over with the thrill of discovery. She had been bored with her life and hadn't realized it. Now that she had unleashed the genie of her own lust and had found how easy it was to get all the sex she wanted, she wanted to share it.
"Sandra, you've got to hear about this." As much as Jacqui loved the feel of a man's prick driving between her ass cheeks to ream out her rear passage, or slipping wetly up her twat, she kept thinking of what she and Sandra had done.
Jacqui had never even thought she'd get off on another woman before that day. Yesterday?
The day before? Jacqui couldn't even remember. She had always fantasized about a man sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her off, to put her down and then fuck her until she begged for more. That had been a wonderful dream.
Living it was even better. But what she and Sandra had done passed beyond even her imagination, and that appealed so much to her.
Jacqui knew she could never give up men and their precious, wonderful pricks. She was a woman who loved a man and the feel of a man fucking her, but the dimensions of her sexuality were expanding. Sandra was a part of that new territory she wanted to explore.
Braking hard, the blonde jumped from the car and dashed over to her neighbor's house. She hesitated for a moment before knocking at the kitchen door. The inner door was open so that only the screen was locked. She remembered the night before when she had come over.
Sandra and her husband Ken had been getting it on and she had spied on them. Even this had excited her, but she couldn't say why. Had it been the way she had seen what was going on, or had she wanted to be part of a couple fucking their brains out? The two hockey players had taken her both at the same time, but what would it be like to have a three-way with a man and another woman?
Especially when the woman was the sultry red-haired Sandra?
Jacqui started creaming just thinking about it, rubbing her thighs together trying to get some much needed sexual relief.
"Hey, Jacqui, come on in," called Sandra, seeing her through the screen door. "What have you been up to? I hear you roaring in and out like some drag racer, but you've made yourself pretty scarce."
Jacqui licked her lips and wondered if she ought to mention the last time she was over. She decided to keep that a secret. It was one thing fucking where everyone could see-and wanting to do it-and having someone sneak up and peer in. Jacqui doubted Sandra would mind, but she didn't know what Ken would think.
He seemed a pretty cool guy, but she didn't know him that well.
"I've got to tell you all about the last couple days," Jacqui gushed. She took a deep breath and launched into telling her friend of all she had done. She was flushed and out of breath by the time she finished telling about the mechanic and how they had fucked in the car jacked up on the hydraulic rack.
"Wow, you have been busy," Sandra said, her emerald eyes gleaming. "Listening to it has made me so horny, you wouldn't believe it!"
"I'd believe," Jacqui said, licking her lips slowly and being sure Sandra saw the action. With deliberate movement, she ran her fingers up under the edge of her red knit tank-top, then began peeling it away from her pendulous tits.
A bit of creamy white flesh showed. Then a nipple. Then the entire tit. Jacqui enjoyed the way Sandra responded. The redhead was getting turned on watching the slow striptease, as much as she had listening to all the sexy things she had done.
"You've put a lifetime of experience into a couple days," Sandra said. She sounded calm, but Jacqui knew different. A flush rose to the red-haired woman's throat and up to her face as passions mounted. And the tiny buttons that were her nipples pressed hard against her crisp white blouse.
Most telling of all was the tiny wet spot at the crotch of her tight, tight shorts.
"I need to live even more. What do you suggest?" Jacqui tossed aside the red top and stood naked to the waist in front of her friend. Sandra came over and reached out. Jacqui closed her eyes when the redhead touched her boobs.
Tiny tingles aroused her, but Jacqui needed more. The fucking she had gotten from the mechanic had whetted her appetite for intense sex, not for itsy-bitsy stimulation.
"I want more," she told Sandra. "Anything. Do anything you want!"
"Anything?" Sandra's eyes sparkled at the idea. She bent and licked and kissed Jacqui's nipples, then turned and fumbled in a drawer.
"Ever see one of these before?" Sandra asked, her breath coming harshly now, as her desires mounted.
"Not really. What do you do with it?"
"I strap it on and then fuck you," Sandra said, holding up the dildo for Jacqui to see. It was ten inches long and thick, as thick as any man who had ever entered Jacqui up the ass or pussy. Straps dangled. It didn't take Jacqui long to figure out they were used to fasten around the waist to hold the artificial cock in place.
"I don't want you using it on me," she said slowly. "I want to do it to you!"
Sandra handed over the dildo and quickly got down to stripping off her tight shorts. Jacqui blinked as she watched her friend get naked. The creamy white skin seemed to flow like silk as the curves of her ass emerged from the shorts. The deep crevice hid her tightly puckered ass-hole, and then Sandra turned around.
The fierce red fur of her snatch beckoned to Jacqui in a way. she had seldom known. She loved a man's cock-and now she had a chance to know what it felt like to be a man. At least a little.
"I'll get it on you," offered Sandra. She unsnapped Jacqui's jeans and worked them down her slender legs. As she went, she kissed and licked, turning the blonde on even more. When she stepped free, Jacqui was ready to strap on the dildo.
"I'll do that, too." Sandra, on her knees in front of Jacqui, edged even closer. She pressed her mouth into blonde muff and licked up the juices leaking from Jacqui's cunt. Then the redhead reached around and stroked over the smooth curves of her friend's ass cheeks.
Jacqui closed her eyes and let the sensations work their subtle way into her body. Hot breath, quick, darting pink tongue, the feel of womanly lips all over her pussy, it all excited her. And then she felt the belt tightening ground her middle as Sandra put the dildo on her.
"See how it works?"
Jacqui jumped when she realized this was more than just a simple dildo. A thick protuberance went into her own pussy. As she fucked Sandra, she would receive a measure of stimulation, too. The more she worked to get off Sandra, the more pleasure she would gain.
"Grease it," Jacqui ordered, enjoying the power she felt with the huge rubber organ bouncing in front of her groin. She levered her hips forward a couple times to get the feel of it. The portion of the rubber dong stuffed up her twat worked to arouse her.
"Now!" she cried. "Do it now!"
Sandra laughed with joy and hurried to obey. She smeared on petroleum jelly and then turned and bent over the kitchen table. For a moment, Jacqui stood and stared at the way her friend was so wantonly displaying her pussy. This was the same pose as when she had spied on Sandra and Ken.
"You wanted to do it, so do it!" cried Sandra. "Get it in and fuck me!"
Jacqui stepped forward, gripping the rubber cock and aiming directly for the red-furred slit opened so seductively for her. She planted her feet firmly, then thrust with her hips. She connected squarely with the doors to Sandra's inner reaches. The dildo sank full-length into the other woman's cunt and brought a shriek of pleasure to her lips.
"So big, always so big! Fuck me, do it, fuck me good!"
The redhead began grinding her hips, shoving her ass back into the curve of Jacqui's groin, trying to get even more of the dildo into her pussy. The blonde hesitated for a moment and then got into the proper motion. Fucking rather than being fucked was something new and wondrously different for her. She thrust forward and felt the shaft sink all the way up into her friend's cunny. Then she drew back.
That part Jacqui didn't like as much. It pulled the nubbin of a dildo from her own pussy and took away a little of the delight she felt. The pressure on the butt end of the dildo as she fucked forward filled her with sensations un-like anything she'd ever felt. The soft rubber covering her pussy lips and clit sent shivers of craving into her loins.
Her tits flopped around and promised more stimulation. Then Jacqui remembered her role. She wasn't a passive participant waiting for a man to do things to her. She was in control. She knew the power of a cock as she began swinging back and forth, sinking ever deeper with each thrust forward.
"Yes, yes, you're doing it right. Just what I need. Oh, yes, fuck me good!" pleaded Sandra.
Jacqui reached around and pushed her fingers into her friend's pussy mound. She found the tiny spire of pink, sensitive clit. She rubbed her finger over it as she continued to fuck with the dildo.
Sandra's passions rocketed as she diddled and fucked from behind. Jacqui closed her eyes and tried to sort out all the great emotions ravaging her own body. The weight of the rubber cock, the pressure on her own sensitive flesh, the way every thrust shoved a bit of the dildo up her own cunt-and the oily feel of her finger stroking Sandra's clit.
She loved this. Her hips took on a life of their own, swinging in and out. Lewd squishing sounds echoed through the kitchen as the artificial dong broke the incredible carnal suction formed between Sandra's moist pussy wall and the rubber length.
"I . . . I'm getting off," gasped out Jacqui, startled. The pressure against her pussy mound was hardly more than a man might apply with the palm of his hand, yet she was soaring in ecstasy. Everything about this dildo-fucking excited her.
"Faster, faster," urged Sandra. Her hands groped for the far edge of the table to pull her in tightly. Her legs split even more so Jacqui could ream her out with the dildo. And then she gasped and let the orgasm crash through her tender body.
Hearing, seeing, feeling the other woman's cum got Jacqui off again, this time even more intensely. She let her hips work on their own, and then she simply staggered back, drained emotionally.
"You're just like a man," complained Sandra. "You cum, then you go away. Get that thing back in me and keep fucking! It's not going to go limp!"
"Sorry," Jacqui said, stepping back up to reinsert the dildo, slick and shiny with Sandra's inner lubrication, back where it belonged. The redhead's pussy lips were trembling and ready for the entry, but Jacqui froze.
"A car," she said. "Outside. It's Ken."
"Hell, let him jerk himself off. Don't stop now!" pleaded Sandra.
"I can't. I mean, this is great, but what if he catches us?"
"There are lots of things Ken doesn't know, and that suits me just fine," Sandra said, but she was already rubbing her pussy and picking up her shorts to get dressed.
Jacqui was frantic to pull off the dildo and shove it back into the kitchen drawer. She barely pulled down her tank-top and got her jeans up when Ken came in.
"Hi," the tall, handsome man said. He looked at Sandra for a moment, then fixed his gaze on Jacqui. "How are you?"
"Just going," she mumbled.
"Hmm, funny," he said, smiling. "I thought you were just cumming."
Jacqui raced from her neighbor's house, embarrassed at almost being caught, yet strangely aroused by it all. Ken had to know what she and Sandra had been doing, yet wasn't pissed off. That appealed to her. A lot. She knew how Larry would react if he had been the one coming in.
"Larry," she snorted. "What a dud."
Not at all like Ken.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jacqui peered out the kitchen window at her neighbor's house. She wondered if Ken and Sandra were getting it on. It was broad daylight, and she didn't want to be too obvious spying on them. But the need to know what really went on between the two made Jacqui a horny, nervous wreck.
She and Sandra had enjoyed each other's body in their lesbian fucking. And the way Ken had looked at her set her heart pounding, as if he wanted her as much as his wife did. A three-way seemed possible, but the blonde wondered if Sandra would really go for that. Sandra and Ken obviously enjoyed getting it on, and it looked like both of them got off in a big way fucking as a couple.
Sandra wasn't-likely to share what she had with Ken. Jacqui didn't know that for sure, but it was a feeling. Sandra was a possessive, fiery bitch. That made her perfect for Jacqui, who thought of herself as cool and even distant.
"That's the old Jacqui," she said with some satisfaction. She had learned there was more to life than screwing her husband every few days.
But running around and fucking anything that had a cock-or didn't, in Sandra's case-seemed awfully risky. She sat in the chair and rested her chin on her hand, elbow propped on a window ledge. She stared at Ken and Sandra's house.
"I ought to get my appetite in other places and eat at home," she said tiredly. As thrilling as it was hunting down new sexual conquests, it wasn't right. Larry might not be the most exciting stud in bed, but he was her husband.
She owed him. She had been fooling around on him, and he had been faithful to her. Maybe she could put the spark back into their marriage, if she used some of the knowledge she'd gotten from those exciting excursions.
"What turned me on the most?" she asked herself, worrying about it. Jacqui started to laugh, thinking it was all the sex fun she'd had with Sandra, but she realized that wasn't so. Being in the locker room and having two strong studs taking her at the same time had been a turn-on. But most of all had been the feel of hard, hot prick buggering her. Jacqui had gotten off big time having her ass fucked.
She had never done that with Larry. "What are you doing, mooning around like that?"
Jacqui jumped. She hadn't even realized her husband had come home.
"Mooning?" she said, an idea coming to her. "I wasn't mooning out the window. This is mooning." She stood and faced away from Larry, then yanked down her tight jeans. For a moment, she couldn't get them around the curves of her ass cheeks. She had to wiggle and waggle her butt a little before the cloth slid down. Then she tugged at her panties to expose bare ass flesh in his direction.
"What's got into you?"
"Not much lately," she said. "Not from you, at least. Why don't you come over here and stick something into me? Something long and hard that'll give us both a real kick?" She wiggled her creamy white half moons in his direction again, then reached around and grabbed a double handful of ass flesh.
She pulled her buns apart to give him a flash of the tightly puckered anus at the bottom of that fleshy canyon.
"Stick it there. Go on, I dare you!" she cried.
"You're not getting out enough," Larry said.
"I'm just not getting enough," she shot back. Jacqui kicked free of her jeans, then rubbed down over her blonde bush. That got his attention. It was up to her to hold it. Literally hold it.
She dropped in front of Larry and unzipped his pants. His cock tumbled out, already half-erect.
"See?" she said. "I was turning you on."
"Honey, I-oh!"
She wasn't going to let him talk. She wanted action and lots of it. Tugging on his pecker, Jacqui got it close to her mouth. Red lips closed over the rubbery tip and then she had the entire thing in her mouth. Gently gnawing, she discovered she wasn't going to be able to do this very long.
His cock snapped to rigid attention, far more than she could hope to keep in her mouth.
"See? See?" she demanded. "That's what I want."
Before he could protest or back away, Jacqui applied her mouth fully to sucking on his cock. She felt the half-rigid staff begin to jerk and throb and pulse under her careful oral attention. Licking along the sensitive triangle underside made it snap fully to attention. She had started with a sleepy penis and ended up with a fully usable prick.
"Uram, tasty," she said as she licked along the wrinkly skin under the cock. Then she pressed her lips against the big blue vein on top. It throbbed wildly. She had really turned him on in a hurry. Now it was up to her to keep him moving.
Looking up, Jacqui smiled. The blonde pushed a few strands of hair from her eyes. "I want it up my ass," she said plainly. "Butt fuck me!"
"What?" Larry seemed stunned at what she was asking.
"Get a rubber, put it on this luscious fuck stick, and then take me up the ass. I want you to corn-hole me. Hard!"
"This is crazy. You-oh!" He started to back away, but she held firmly to his pecker and kissed its entire length from tip to balls. Her tongue flicked out and batted at the hairy bag. This convinced him.
"Got to get it into you," he moaned. "Never made me feel this hot this fast before. Your mouth, oh, yeah, babe, your mouth is driving me wild!"
"Fuck my ass!"
Jacqui rose and turned, pressed her naked ass into the curve of his groin. She wiggled her butt up and down, feeling the thick stalk of his prick slip between her meaty cheeks. Jacqui sighed with pleasure. The carnal heat warmed her up, and it would do even more when he shoved it balls-deep up her shit chute.
The blonde leaned forward, spread her legs and rotated her ass to keep him hard and interested. She reached back and stroked over the sleek curves of her tight ass cheeks.
"Here, put it in here!" she urged. Jacqui glanced over her shoulder and saw Larry pulling a strip of foil-wrapped condoms from his pocket. She started to ask why he had them so handy, then forgot all about it when he slid the rubber on and stepped up, ready for action.
"I've never taken you this way. Are you going to be all right?" he asked. Jacqui shivered with anticipation as he grabbed his own dick and began moving it up and down between her ass cheeks. As he pushed the tip against her tightly held anus, she turned weak in the knees.
He shoved forward a half-inch. The tip of his cock entered her anal sphincter. She gasped out, "Do it. I want it. I want it!"
"You're gonna get every inch of my cock slammed all the way up your butt!" he cried.
Jacqui almost collapsed when she felt another inch slip into her clenched ring of muscle. Her ass-hole throbbed with the hot girth of his cock. She gripped the kitchen counter for support and widened her stand even more so he could slide it entirely into her.
"So tight around me. Never felt anything like this," he muttered. He reached out. His strong hands gripped around her waist and pulled her toward his cock. He slid another inch into her ass-hole.
Jacqui turned to jelly inside. Her legs were shaking and the burning zone spread from her behind throughout her loins. Big. Hot. Hard. Long. He shoved himself deeper and deeper into her bottom until she shook all over like she had a high fever.
She had a fever, and he was the cure!
"Fuck me," she cried.
He grunted as he sank the last few inches up her ass. She tensed her buttocks and clamped firmly on him. This caused the heat build in her anus and spread like wildfire throughout her body. Her tits burned as if they had been dipped in liquid fire. Her nipples pulsated with every beat of her frenzied heart.
Jacqui pressed her tits down hard against the counter. The nipples pulsed even harder against the cold hard tile. This pushed her arousal even higher. But it was from behind where the real thrill came.
Larry pulled out slowly. She felt the slow friction add to the fire blazing in her guts. Then she gasped with delight as he rammed back.
"Tight. How do you clamp down on me like that?"
"like this?" Jacqui asked. She tensed her inner muscles and felt every contour of his buried cock against her most sensitive membrane. Rotating her butt a little stirred his pecker around inside her.
Then his hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking. He drew back, slammed forward over and over and over. Jacqui tried to count the times he fucked deep up her back. Her ass glowed white-hot from the carnal friction of cock flesh against ass flesh.
She lost count as her mind floated on the superheated clouds of ecstasy he built within her. Jamming her chest down hard gave new jolts of pleasure through her titties. And with a trembling hand, she reached down and flicked over the erect tip of her own pink nub of pulsating clitoris.
Jacqui gasped and came. The cum was hard and potent and she thought it would be the best she had ever had.
The sexy blonde quickly realized she was wrong. She got off, and she wanted more. She needed more.
"Faster, faster," she urged. "Burn me up with your cock."
Her ass-hole stretched as her husband's cock expanded within her. The passion from the fucking blasted into every single nerve in her body and brain. She clamped her eyes shut, frigged herself, then shoved a finger deep into her own twat.
Finger in cunt, cock up her ass-hole, she was turned on at every erogenous zone. She tried to hold back to get the biggest cum possible and found she couldn't. The sexual delight was simply more than any human could stand.
Her orgasm built and built and then exploded like a bomb. Shrieking, moaning, shoving her ass back to meet every inward stroke of the hard-fucking cock, she went into sexual orbit with this cum.
"Don't, shit, oh, shit, you're crushing my cock. You're virgin-tight up the ass-hole!" The man's pecker moved like a heated piston in and out, fucking faster and faster until he could no longer hold back the tidal wave of his own emotions.
He made a last final thrust. Deep within her well-fucked back passage, she felt his cock begin to pump hard as he got off. .
She didn't cum again, but enjoyed the way his shaft filled her back door so much. She squeezed down on him, milking every drop possible from him. Then he began to shrink. Jacqui clutched frantically, using her strong inner muscles, but it was no good.
He slipped free.
"That was something different," he said, stepping away from her. He peeled off his rubber and tossed it in the direction of the trash. "Now I've got to go."
"What?" Jacqui was still flying from the cum. This burned away the last of the well-fucked feeling and left only emptiness.
Emptiness like she felt up her rear passage.
"Where are you going?"
"Got things to do, babe. Go on and get something to eat without me. Don't know when I'll be home." Larry zipped up and, with that, left Jacqui standing naked below the waist, pussy hungry for cock, her ass-hole scorched from the frantic fucking-and madder than she'd ever been before.
"I gave him the fucking of his life and he walks out!" she raged. The angry blonde could not believe such a thing had happened to her. Not after they had gotten off on each other in such a big way.
Then a coldness replaced her anger and Jacqui began thinking. The tide of her thoughts washed over her and gave her ideas she wished she could have avoided.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jacqui seethed, as much from unfulfilled sexual appetite as anything else. How dare Larry turn and walk off! She was offering herself to him openly, fully, so they could both get a full measure of sexual enjoyment.
And he left her horny and mad.
"How can you do this?" she said. The anger built again, but settled down as she started thinking. Really thinking. There was nothing wrong with the fucking they had just done. Larry had even admitted it was about the best he'd ever gotten.
Her ass-hole still burned from the feel of his cock reaming her out. She had loved the feel of him entering her, of him butt-fucking her until she was quivering and unable to talk because of soaring passion. He had done it well-and she had given him as much as he'd received.
The blonde had learned a lot in the past two days about how she reacted and responded sexually. What she wanted and how she could improve the sex had been wonderfully learned lessons. She had given her husband something she'd never offered before. And he had walked off.
There was a reason, and it had nothing to do with the way she had reacted sexually.
"Where is he going?" she asked herself. Pulling up her panties and jeans, she smoothed out nonexistent wrinkles in the skintight pants and grabbed her car keys. The blonde vowed to find out what Larry found so irresistible that he gave up another chance to fuck her.
She would have sucked him hard again, let him face-fuck her for a while, then dropped down and let him sink all the way up her cunt. He could have fucked as long as he wanted. And they both would have gotten off on it big time. Instead, he drove off.
The suspicion rising in Jacqui might have been paranoid. It might be wrong. But she didn't think it would be.
She screeched out the drive and ran two stop signs to catch up with her husband. He drove along at a fast clip, but she was determined. Jacqui kept up with him, weaving in and out of traffic as they went to a suburb on the other side of town.
Larry parked at the curb in front of a small house and walked to the front door. Jacqui noticed he had his own key and went inside without even ringing the bell.
She parked down the street, wondering what she ought to do. She'd caught her husband living a double life. Or had she? There might be an explanation. The angry blonde had to know for sure.
It took her only a few seconds to get around to the back of the house and peer in an open window. Her eyes widened when she saw the dark-haired woman dressed only in a skimpy red lacy negligee. She sat on a sofa-if sitting was the right word.
The brunette had one long, slender leg hiked up and draped over the arm of the sofa so her dark-furred snatch was wantonly exposed.
"See anything you like?" she cooed in a seductive voice. She shifted on the sofa slightly so her negligee opened to expose two creamy white mounds of luscious tit flesh. Topping each cone of vanilla tit flesh was a cherry-red nipple. The brunette reached down and twisted those nubs of flesh to entice Larry to come closer.
"I see a lot I like, Cherie."
"Cherie?" whispered Jacqui, watching as the sex play unfolded inside the small house. "He's fucking around with a bimbo named Cherie?"
It was true. The man crossed the room and tossed his keys onto the coffee table, then dropped to his knees. He buried his face in her fragrant bush, making loud lapping sounds. The dark-haired woman arched her back and thrust her snatch into his face.
"Oh, yes, your tongue feels so good deep in my cunny," the woman sighed. "You touch me in all the right places. On my clit, along the edges of my pussy lips-and deep! You reach so deep with your tongue. Give it to me. Tongue-fuck me good, lover!"
The brunette dropped one leg over Larry's shoulder. Then she shifted around and got her other knee over his shoulder so he was securely between her slender tanned thighs. He made sucking and lewd lapping sounds that ought to have disgusted his spying wife.
Her husband was eating out another woman's pussy and this ought to have outraged her. Somehow, though, Jacqui had suspected something like this for some time. Outrage was there, sure, but resignation, too. And something she tried to deny and couldn't.
Seeing Larry tonguing and sucking and gobbling on the dark-haired's woman's cunt turned her on in a big way.
She chewed on her lower lip and moved closer so she could get a better look. Hardly knowing she did it, she unfastened her tight jeans and unbuttoned the fly. Her slender fingers stroked over the smooth flesh just above her bush. Deep inside, Jacqui felt her pussy begin to drool. Thick fuck oils were lubricating her pussy, ready for the cock she knew she wasn't going to get.
Larry had finished giving his tongue to the brunette. It was her turn now. Larry sprawled on the sofa and the flirtatious woman worked to get his pants off. Jacqui was startled to see her husband with a boner.
"I thought I did a better job on him than that." She rubbed over her clothed buttocks, remembering how that same cock had so recently given her intense pleasure. He had fucked her up the ass and less than a half-hour later was hard and long and ready to fuck a woman dressed in filmy red negligee.
"You're the biggest stud I ever saw," Cherie cooed. Almost hesitantly, she put her lips on the very tip of his cock. Jacqui couldn't tell, but thought the woman was using her tongue to roll around the tip, trying to force its way down into the pinprick hole at the end. Whatever she did, it excited Larry even more.
He reached down and ran his hands through the soft, lustrous waves of dark brown hair. He pulled the woman's face into his groin.
"I want to fuck your face," he whispered.
"Do it!"
The rest of Cherie's words vanished as the thick plug of prick entered her mouth. She mumbled and moaned and sucked for all she was worth. Her head bobbed up and down, his fleshy pink fuck stick vanishing repeatedly into the moist chamber of her mouth. The dark-haired woman's red lips parted wantonly, then clamped down around his cock as he pulled back, only the purpled tip of dick in her mouth.
"You're the best," he moaned. "You're the biggest!"
Jacqui watched as Cherie continued to give head to the man she had married. She knew she ought to rush in and scream and threaten like any wronged woman. Instead, she pushed her hand lower in her jeans. Her finger worked through the thick mat of her blonde pubic fur and then parted her cunt lips.
She found the tiny spire of her go-button and stroked over the very tip. Tiny tingles turned into huge electric surges entering her pussy. Jacqui sagged a little, supporting herself against the window. Suddenly worried she might be found, she looked back inside.
Cherie still eagerly gobbled up Larry's pecker. Neither was-likely to hear much of anything going on around them. They were too lost in the oral sex.
Jacqui watched as Larry moved around on the sofa, getting his mouth back onto the brunette's snatch. The sight of them engaging in 69 turned Jacqui weak inside. She curled her finger around and ran it in and out of her own pussy until she wanted to scream.
But the scream would have been from pent-up frustration, not real sexual pleasure. Seeing her husband getting it on with the sultry dark-haired Cherie excited her, but nothing pushed her any closer to orgasm. Fingerfuck herself as she might, Jacqui was not able to release the torrents of desire within her.
Wiping sweat from her forehead and out of her eyes, she saw Larry had shifted position again.
"Always the sexual athlete," she muttered, seeing how he positioned himself between the other woman's widespread thighs. She saw the fleshy probe vanish into wet pussy. Larry paused a moment, then began fucking with long, smooth strokes. His cock flew in and out of aroused pussy and made Jacqui hunger for what the other woman was getting.
She could have broken into the house and confronted Larry, but she didn't feel up to it. She returned to her car and drove off, the hollowness inside growing. She'd thought cheating on her husband had been wrong and had felt guilty. Now she realized the reason she had sought other sexual outlets was because Larry already had.
"How long?" Jacqui wondered aloud. She drove aimlessly and finally pulled into the parking lot of a clothing store. Just wanting to do something familiar that required no real thought, she went in and looked around. She went down the long rows of racks, stopping only when a clerk spoke to her.
"See anything you like?" the man said. "I'll be glad to help you, if there is."
"I don't remember seeing you here before," she said. "And I do see something I like." She eyed him from feet to top of the head. He was one sexy dude. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest to let a tiny puff of chest hair poke out.
His shoulders were broad and he was handsome and she was horny. What more could there be?
"Just grab what you like and try it on over there," he said pointing in the direction of a dressing room.
"Here," she said, brushing past him. An electric thrill passed into her bod at this brief touch. Strong, he was so strong. And the way he looked at her fanned the flames of her lust even more.
Jacqui picked up a filmy pair of panties.
"I'd like to try on these."
"I'm sure you'd look fabulous in them," the clerk said, "but you have to buy them if you try them on. It's the law."
"Is there any law about giving some advice?" she asked, moving back toward him. "About what?"
"How I look in them-and out of them." She reached down and grabbed his crotch. She felt the stirring giant there.
"What are you doing?" he asked. But he wasn't complaining. She knew that from the way he grinned.
"You said grab anything I'd like. I think we'd both like this."
"The fitting rooms are back there," he said, his hands stroking over her arms and down to her waist. He held her close, then moved a bit more so his hand slid down the front of her jeans. She had not rebuttoned the jeans when she had been fingering herself as she watched Larry and his mistress.
Jacqui opened the door to the small dressing room. She turned and beckoned to the clerk. He looked around quickly, then slipped in to join her. There was hardly room for both j of them to stand facing each other. She intended to improve the elbow room-fast.
"See?" she said, wiggling her hips and getting out of her jeans. "I just hate these panties. Don't you agree?"
"They're nice," he said, "but not as nice as what's in them." Jacqui gasped when he returned her wild grab, putting his hand over her pussy mound. He squeezed down hard and sent lightning bolts of desire into her belly.
His fingers gripped harder and began tugging off her panties. The way she creamed in excitement caused the panties to stick to her body. He tore the panties getting them off her.
"Do you really want to put on the other panties?" he whispered hotly in her ear. "I like this blonde bush all naked and needy. I like it where I can see it. I love it where I can do this."
Jacqui gasped and tensed as the man's finger wormed its way up into her twat. He wiggled it around inside her pussy, then drew it out. She gasped again when the finger traced along the short distance between pussy and ass-hole and dived into her back door.
He began finger-fucking her up the ass.
She sobbed and moaned and could hardly speak. She gasped out, "Fuck me. I need you fucking me!"
"The customer's always right," he whispered hotly in her ear as he nibbled on the lobe.
"As long as the customer cums first," she said, lifting her leg and curling it around his waist. She pulled her churning cunt closer to his crotch. Somehow, he got his pants down and she felt the hot knob on the end of his fuck stick banging against her cunt lips.
Then he slipped into her. All the way. In a smooth, swift stroke that took away her breath. Jacqui clung to him fiercely, the feelings within her threatening to drive her crazy with lust.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she sobbed over and over.
He did. His finger up her ass-hole started moving in and out, matching the way his prick fucked her cooze.
She was lifted, transported to a wonderland of sex she had never know existed. She remembered how the two hockey players had taken her, both cocks inside simultaneously. But they hadn't worked together all that well, in spite of being teammates.
She had loved the sensation of having two cocks inside her at the same time, but they had always been a little off. Not now. The man used his finger in her butt hole to enhance the feeling of his pecker sliding back and forth slickly in her cunt.
"You're so tight, so good, so beautiful," the man whispered into her ear. Then he shoved his tongue in and out of the tight channel of her ear, matching the rhythm of his finger drilling into her butt and the cock driving hard and fast into her pussy.
"You fill me to overflowing," Jacqui said. She hiked her other leg up and locked her ankles behind the man's waist. He guided her up and down with the finger in her ass. She bounced and bobbed and twisted to get more of his cock into her cunt. His mighty pillar of man meat surged ever deeper into her inner reaches and pushed her to the breaking point sexually.
"So fast, how did you get me so hot so fast?"
"Experience," he said. "And you are an inspiration. Beautiful, blonde, willing, tight pussy, what more is there?"
"Your cock!" she screamed. The top of Jacqui's head felt as if it would blow off when the orgasm smashed into her. She hunched up and down on the hot spike of the man's pecker. Her titties rubbed against his hairy chest, turning her on even more. Her ass-hole, though, was the source of her real sexual awakening.
Every time his finger slid in and out gave her a new tremor of carnal craving. He stoked her pussy, he fucked her ass with his finger, he licked and sucked at her ear, her tits felt as if they would explode as she rubbed the rock-hard nipples over his hairy chest-it all came together for Jacqui.
She came. Harder than ever. Her. orgasm sent her sailing. Shaking like a leaf in the high wind, she let her hips go wild, fucking up and down on the man's steely prick.
And then she heard his breathing turn ragged. She tensed her pussy around his hidden organ and massaged his entire length, using nothing but her strong pussy muscles. He grunted and puffed and slammed her hard against the wall so he could fuck her even harder.
The blonde's long legs dropped to the floor. She stood on tiptoe, the muscles in her legs straining. The clerk fucked harder and harder, pressing her upward until every muscle in her body was tense and ready to be plucked like the string on a guitar.
Jacqui came again, just as she felt the dick inside her snug cunt explode. The heat and desire rocketed into her and pushed her to sexual heights that threatened her sanity.
He pumped hard and then slowed, letting her down. His finger popped from her ass-hole a few seconds before his wonderful cock turned limp and fell from her trembling snatch.
She stared into his eyes, only a few inches away.
"I'll take the panties," she said, struggling to catch her breath.
"Should I wrap them?"
"No, I'll wear them," she said. "But.. . "
"But what?" asked the clerk.
"I'd like some help putting them on."
Jacqui closed her eyes and shivered as his hands ran over her legs, stroking the calves, moving upward, lightly brushing across her inner thighs and even pressing into her pussy mound again.
"Will there be anything else?" he asked.
Jacqui never hesitated telling him what more she wanted.
At this store the customer did cum first. And often.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Go on, do it again," Jacqui begged. She kissed the clerk's throat and neck and worked down even lower-again. Her eager pointy pink tongue spiraled around in the thick hair covering his chest like a rug and found spots lower she had not tended before. With expert ease, she drew her tongue down even lower into the dense mat of his pubic hair.
The pink worm dangling there stirred. The clerk had fucked her and run his finger in and out of her ass-hole, then they had played with each other a while until she had gotten him hard. A hand job caused him to shoot his wad in record time. It pleased Jacqui she had such an effect on the man.
And now she wanted more.
"I've got a job. What if someone comes in?"
"Yeah," she said, grinning wickedly. Her fingers tightened around the stalk of love meat trying fitfully to rise into full erection from his groin. "What if someone cums? And that someone is you?"
She licked her lips, then went down on him. She sucked the tip of his dick into her mouth. Limp and unresponsive at first, the penis turned harder and harder as she sucked and licked. Then she had a boner in her mouth and loved every inch of it.
The clerk moaned.
"I'm gonna get fired." He hopped from foot to foot, then settled down to appreciate the expert blow job he was getting. "Who cares?" he said, coming to a decision. "You've got the best mouth I ever felt."
Jacqui loved the taste of his cock. Some of her own pussy juices lingered on its length, but more than this, she wanted him hot and hard and ready to go at it again. And eager to fuck her up the ass. She couldn't get enough back door loving.
Her lips pursed in a lewd kiss on the end of his cock, then she opened her lips and slid down his length. The rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth.
Twisting around in the tight dressing room was hard. She got up on the small bench so she could bend her neck and get his pecker all the way into her throat. The quivering hunk of man meat lodged in her throat, allowing her to swallow repeatedly. The muscles in her throat massaged the most sensitive part of his cock.
"Didn't think I'd get off so soon. You're fabulous!"
The cock-eating blonde pulled back and smiled up at him. "You haven't seen anything yet. I want-"
Out in the shop, a bell rang.
"A customer. I've got to-"
"No!" protested Jacqui. She wasn't going to let him go this easily. She wanted to feel his ponderous log of cock flesh running up and down her back. She wanted the thrill of being buggered. And she wanted it now!
"I have to. I need the job more than I need to get a blow job!"
She tried to show him how wrong he was. She bent over and clung precariously to the edge of the seat in the dressing booth to suck in the end of his cock. She applied suction until her cheeks went hollow. Then Jacqui let her tongue go wild.
Flashing, darting, stroking, it touched every part of the man's pecker.
She felt it jerk and twist around, and then something unexpected happened. The guy who had fucked her so long and well came like a virgin getting his first piece of ass. Jacqui licked and sucked and vacuumed off every drop of the tasty, salty cum with her eager lips, then rocked back and stared at him.
He looked apologetic.
"Sorry," he said. "Take the panties. You look great in them-or out of them!"
Then he was gone. Jacqui sagged down on the bench seat and felt depressed. She'd just had some fabulous fucking, but could not dispute how she needed more. Lots more.
Peeking out from the dressing booth, she saw it wasn't-likely the clerk would be back any time soon. A half-dozen women had come in together, all chattering and pawing the merchandise. Jacqui wiggled into her clothes, then slipped from the dressing room. She smiled and waved to the clerk, who gave her the biggest shit-eating grin she'd ever seen.
That made her feel better. For a while. She was still starved sexually. She had an appetite that wouldn't go away, and one that wasn't-likely to be sated by anything Larry did now.
"I know now why he just happened to have all those rubbers in his pocket," she said, remembering how they had gotten it on in their kitchen. Jacqui pulled into the driveway, stared at the kitchen door and wondered if she could even go inside.
Then she saw a small, long cardboard box on the back doorstep. Curious, she jumped out of the car and went to see what had been left there. A note taped on the box said: Until I get there, Foxy Lady.
"What's that mean?" she wondered. She had gotten flowers and a gift and now this from some unknown admirer. Jacqui ripped open the box and stared at the contents. Her smile widened and her breath came faster, her mountainous tits rising and falling with mounting excitement.
"Whoever you are, you know what I need," she said. In the box were all kinds of sex toys, including a vibrator and a huge double-ended dildo.
Jacqui started to go over to her neighbor's house, thinking this had to be from Sandra. She wanted to thank Sandra for her thoughtfulness. Then she stopped. She'd try out some of the sex toys and then share the ones she liked best with the hot-to-trot redhead. That would get them both wet and ready to put aside the toys and enjoy their own heated flesh.
Flesh to flesh.
Jacqui shivered, remembering how it had felt to fuck the red-haired vixen with the strap-on dildo. She rummaged around in the box and took out a huge rubber dong. Almost guiltily, she dropped it and looked around. Seeing what she had while standing on her doorstep wasn't too smart. Sandra would get a big charge out of it, but the other neighbors were such prudes.
Going inside, she dumped the box on the living room floor. The blonde sat cross-legged and pawed through the various items. She held up the vibrator.
"Any batteries?" she wondered. The vibrator kicked on when she twisted the base. It purred like a kitten, and she wanted it licking softly all over her pussy.
Closing her eyes, Jacqui leaned back and pressed her cheek to the vibrator. The humming plastic love pole sent tremors into her when she moved it lower. She pulled it tightly to her tits, loving the way it sent miniature earthquakes of desire into her chest. The nipples on the tips of her pendulous boobs hardened, then throbbed with need.
"I need someone to suck on them," she sobbed. Her eyes opened and she saw a gadget on the floor. She picked it up and fixed it to one naked nipple. The soft rubber device began gently gnawing on her aroused nub.
"I need this in other places," Jacqui decided. But she moved the vibrator rather than the mechanical gnawing mouth. It took a few minutes for her to get her clothes off and then, sitting on the floor, this time she was buck naked.
She shoved the vibrator down hard onto her clit. The pleasure she got from this passed beyond her ability to describe. The tingles mounted within her and spread like liquid fire throughout her loins. She parted her cunt lips with the blunt end of the vibrator and then shoved it far into her pussy.
She almost got off on this.
"So good," she moaned. "But it's not the same as having a guy do it. And how can I get a cock up my ass-hole again?"
Her eyes were blurred with the reaction to the quivering plastic stalk in her fuck channel, but she saw the heavy rubber dong. An idea came to her right away.
Getting up on hands and knees, leaving the shaking vibrator in her pussy and the gently gnawing rubber mouth on her left tittie, she hefted the heavy rubber prick and moved it all over her snatch.
The blonde pubic fur quickly matted with her sweat and juices creaming out from inside. Moving the heavy fake cock along her pussy lips gave her a twinge of desire that wouldn't die down.
She hastily pushed it farther, along the ridged flesh between cunthole and ass-hole, and then paused with the dildo pressing into her anus.
"Should I?" she wondered. Jacqui knew the answer. The shakes she got from the vibrator wasn't enough. It was sexual, but no man's cock ever affected her quite like this. She was turned on, but it was different.
And the tensions mounting within her from the clip on her left nipple warned her she might get off with a tiny little cum rather than the mind-blasting one she sought.
This threat of a string of tiny orgasms rather than a huge one convinced her. Reaching back through her legs, she twisted and turned the rubber dong knocking at her back door.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried as she pulled hard and rammed the soft rubber device all the way up her anus. It filled her until she thought she was going to explode. And still, she pulled harder, getting it buried even deeper up her back.
When only the tip remained poking out of her anal sphincter, she began turning it within her tightest passage. Inner tissues complained and turned and spiraled about within her body-and it all sparked new sexual desires she had never realized even existed.
"Can do this some more," she said, sweat beading on her forehead. She tried to separate the whirring movement of the vibrator deep in her drooling pussy from the flutters in her titties. She couldn't. But the dildo shoved all the way into her butt was completely different. She felt it rubbing against the vibrator deep inside her, but the heat mounting from the huge plug gave her the real thrill.
She turned and twisted and then pulled it out slowly, like a man corn-holing her. Hot inside, then a vacuum followed that threatened to drive her crazy with lust. It felt good in her, but it felt even better moving back and forth rapidly, like a sizzling pleasure piston.
The blonde gasped and moaned and started butt-fucking herself as the vibrator shivered away in her pussy.
Thrashing around, she tried to stand and found she couldn't. The long rubber dong bent and pressed against her sensitive tissues even more forcefully. But as it bent, it stimulated her even more.
"Yes, oh, this is great, oh, oh!" Jacqui shuddered. A small cum rocketed through her tender young body, causing her huge tits to bounce around.
She rolled over and hiked her feet to a chair. like this, she found it easier to fuck herself, both up the ass and in the pussy. She reached down with both hands and tried to coordinate the way she was fucking herself.
The vibrator kept turning slippery in her grip, but the real trouble-and the biggest sexual kick-came from the motion of the huge imitation pecker reaming out her butt-hole.
Gasping, sobbing, moaning, loving the vibrations in her pussy and the heat from the immense dong in her ass-hole, Jacqui kept up the movement until she couldn't stand it any more. She fought off the cum, then let go.
The assault on her senses came from every part of her body. Nipples threatened to pop like the valves on a pressure cooker. She burned up inside wherever the big rubber boner slid. Her ass cheeks trembled as she rocked back and forth on them, but between the meaty slabs where the dildo vanished up her back was the greatest carnal heat.
Her ass-hole burned. Her entire body burned. And the vibrator shook until it broke through the last of her inhibitions.
Jacqui came hard.
Rolling from side to side on the floor, she tried to sort out all the stimulation she got and then couldn't concentrate on anything but the intense pleasure melting her insides.
She was never quite sure when the vibrator slid from her cunt, but the emptiness inside was hardly noticed because of the thick plug of fake cock still up her butt.
Another cum smashed into her, then left her weak and shaking on the floor. She carefully pulled out the dildo and laid it on the floor. She felt abandoned and hollow. But sated. For the first time she could remember, she had gotten herself off.
All it took was a gadget that nibbled delightfully on her huge boobs, a rubber dildo crammed all the way up her butt and a vibrator working its subtle, shivery sexual magic on her pussy. That was all.
She could do it any time she wanted, thanks to her mysterious benefactor.
But Jacqui wanted to share her newfound bounty, with whomever had given her these marvelous sex toys.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jacqui gathered up the toys and dumped them in the box. She sat arid stared at them for a moment, her body still trembling from the fun they had given her. She rolled onto her side and rubbed her buttocks. The flesh was warm and tingled at her touch.
The deeper heat from fucking herself with the dildo re-ignited and made her hornier than she could remember being.
Almost guiltily, she sat up and looked around when she heard someone at the front door. Jacqui's eyes went wide when she saw Larry coming in.
He hardly glanced at her, though she was stark naked and holding a vibrator in her hand. The blonde dropped the vibrator and closed up the box, not wanting him to see what she had. How could she ever explain where it had all come from?
She grinned widely, rephrasing that. How could she ever tell her husband who had given all this pleasure to her?
"Larry!" she called, a thought hitting her. "Did you send me anything recently?"
"What do you mean? I got you a card for your birthday, whenever that was."
Jacqui looked at the dildo, then moved her hands so she sat on them. Wiggling her fingers worked them between the meaty slabs of her ass cheeks. She sighed as desires built within her. How she wanted a man's cock taking her from behind!
"You going out right away, Larry?" She hated herself for being like this. Jacqui knew he was probably going back to get it on with his mistress. Or maybe he was cheating on Cherie, too. Jacqui just didn't know anymore.
And she did not care. The sexy blonde had found a way to ignore him and his cheating ways by going after every stud she came across. Then there was the hot lezzie fucking she and Sandra engaged in. Even if there hadn't been any other men in her life, Sandra might be enough to sate her rampaging desires.
For a while.
"See you later." Larry stopped on his way back out, as if he had forgotten something.
Jacqui's heart raced. She was still bare ass naked. Her heavy tits swayed slightly and the nipples swelled with anticipation. Larry was going to come back and give her all the hard cock she could stand!
"Did you remember to do something?" she asked.
"Naw, just my imagination." With that, he was gone. The car engine roared to life even as Jacqui's anger roared.
"How dare you!" she bellowed, staring out the window. Then she calmed down. She didn't need him. Not now. Jacqui felt even hornier than before. The brush with Larry had sent her blood pressure up in anticipation of heavy-duty fucking. Then he vanished!
Grabbing up her clothes, she climbed into them. Then she took her box of goodies and hurried next door to show Sandra what she had discovered about the vibrator, rubber dong and the little gadget that chewed on turgid nipples. All together the sex toys made masturbation more fun than she'd ever had with her own husband.
Jacqui knocked on the door and began to worry Sandra wasn't going to answer. She desperately wanted to show her everything she had done-and then they could do it together.
"Hi, Jacqui," came the redhead's cheery voice. "You're looking mighty fine. Come on in." Sandra opened the door, peering into the box as Jacqui pushed past into the living room.
"I wanted to show you-" began the blonde.
"I see what you've got. You're really getting into experimenting, aren't you? Where'd you get this stuff?" Sandra started pawing through it, hunting for just the right item. She discarded a blindfold and handcuffs, settling on the same vibrator Jacqui had used in her own pussy to such good effect.
Jacqui hesitated. She wasn't sure what to say when it was obvious Sandra had no idea where the sex toys had come from.
"Oh, I just found them."
"Found primo stuff like this? You gotta be kidding! Something in Larry's bottom drawer?" The vibrator kicked on, shivering in the red-haired woman's hand. She grinned wickedly, then pulled down the gray shorts she wore and shoved the quivering plastic tube against her own pussy lips.
She closed her eyes and sighed with real pleasure.
"This is exactly what the doctor ordered. I'm as horny as you seem to be."
"So what are we going to do about it?" asked Jacqui. She licked her red lips, eyeing the other woman's snatch and the way the white plastic nestled in the curly red bush.
"Get your choice, and I'll keep this one," Sandra said. "You go first!"
With a sinuous wiggle, Sandra slipped free of her blouse and kicked off her sneakers to stand gloriously naked in the middle of the room. Her snowy white skin gleamed like marble. The bright red of her pubic fur contrasted against the skin and the vibrator. But the way her nipples turned into hard little cherries drew Jacqui like a magnet.
She moved over to her friend and bent over. She put the soft rubber gnawing gadget on one nipple and then sucked hard on the other. She got a slight salt taste as she licked across Sandra's pebbly nub of delicate flesh.
"Good, so good. I like that thing on my right tittie," Sandra said. She moved her hand a little and shoved the vibrator's blunt nose against her cunt lips. Then it began disappearing.
Seeing it vanish into the other woman's snatch held Jacqui captive for a moment. Then she turned to licking and sucking the nipple until it pointed like an accusing red finger.
"Gonna pop any second," Sandra said. "The nipple, not my head."
"Then let me do something about that," said Jacqui. She was eyeing the vibrator quivering away inside Sandra's pussy and got an idea. Reaching down, she gently removed the vibrator, then moved it down between the redhead's legs and left the shaking plastic shaft between her meaty ass cheeks.
"Are you going to stuff it up my butt?" asked Sandra. "I'm not into that like you are."
"Leave it where it is," Jacqui ordered. She got off on the feeling of being in control. She grabbed the dildo, licked it slowly so Sandra could see, then slowly pushed it against the red-rimmed twat.
"Yes, good, I love it. Do it now. Fuck me with that huge rubber cock!" Sandra sank to the floor, lifting one leg so Jacqui could get the dildo all the way into her juicy twat.
Slender white leg high in the air, the end of the dildo sticking out from her twat, vibrator quaking between her buttocks, Sandra was being pushed slowly toward orgasm.
"Not without me, you don't go anywhere," Jacqui said. She stripped off her clothing, then quickly scissored her legs around her friend's body. One ankle rested directly between Sandra's tits. Jacqui grabbed Sandra's slender ankle and pulled it between her own oversize boobies.
Then she wiggled and pushed her own snatch down. When she found the end of the dildo, Jacqui knew what to do. She parted her own sex lips and got the end into herself.
"Good, good, good idea!" cried Sandra. She twisted slightly, causing the dildo to sink all the way up both women's cunts. Jacqui gasped.
It was like getting a man's cock rammed into her. But different. So different. Maybe even better!
She clutched Sandra's ankle and held it close, even as the other woman was doing. She shifted her other leg around and pressed the vibrator deeper between the fleshy half moons of her naked, quivering buttocks.
Sandra groaned and turned over, taking Jacqui with her. The movement caused the dildo they shared in their pussies to twist and turn and stimulate them both even more. Jacqui got the idea of pumping her crotch up and down, grinding her pussy mound into Sandra's. As she did it, electric tingles built to galvanic surges through her loins.
"I'm getting hot doing this," she gasped out. Jacqui almost came when Sandra turned her red-haired head a little and pulled her foot up to suck on the blonde's toes. The feel of hot breath and pink, darting tongue stroking all over her foot was enough to push her desires up, up, up.
But when Sandra sucked hard on her toes, Jacqui came like a ton of falling bricks. She always curled her toes when she climaxed, but this was the first time it had worked the other way for her. The curling toes pushed her over the brink of ultimate human experience.
The feel of Sandra's knockers on either side of her willowy calf, the way the redhead tongued and sucked toes, the rubber cock working in both their twats-and the vibrator-set her off again. Jacqui tried to hold back and enjoy an even bigger cum, but she couldn't. Everything was good. Too good.
Her pussy convulsed and squeezed down hard on the buried dildo. She quickly found this set off the Big O in her friend. And when Sandra came, she thrashed around, turning the rubber dong in Jacqui's blonde-furred cunt.
Locked pussy to pussy was great. Jacqui and Sandra rolled over and over on the floor, hunched together, moved in every possible way to give each other the maximum sexual pleasure.
"I need more," begged Sandra. This startled Jacqui. She thought her neighbor was getting off as much as she was. The blonde couldn't think anything would ever feel better. Reluctantly, she pulled free. The rubber dildo popped from her damp pussy with a tiny sucking sound that excited her almost as much the feel.
"What do you want me to do?" asked Jacqui.
"Fuck me with the dildo. Grab it and ram it in just like a man fucking me!"
"Okay," Jacqui said, her mind racing. Her needs were mounting now that she had an empty pussy. "But you have to do something for me at the same time."
"Anything!"
"Take the vibrator and use it on my ass!"
Sandra laughed. The redhead eagerly grabbed the quivery plastic wand from between her own ass cheeks and held it up. The sight of the shaking sex toy gave Jacqui a tremor she couldn't keep down for long.
"Do it, Sandra, do it now. Into my butt-hole!"
Jacqui gasped as Sandra sidled up. She didn't approach from behind as the sex-needy blonde thought. Sandra pressed close, her naked tits pressing into Jacqui's larger ones. Their nipples rubbed and stimulated as Sandra fumbled around behind her friend.
She found the meaty chasm between Jacqui's ass cheeks, then drew the vibrator upward. Jacqui tensed as she felt the blunt nose of the vibrator poke into her tightly clenched ass-hole. Then she relaxed as the vibrating stick teased her and promised so much pleasure.
"Oh, yes, good, I love it!" she moaned out as Sandra pulled the vibrator inward and up the tight, hot back tunnel into Jacqui's shit chute.
Jacqui clutched fiercely to her friend, kissing her lips and throat and ears. Jacqui stabbed out with her tongue, diving into Sandra's ear. This created the kind of sexy earthquake she hoped for.
Sandra's hands clutched firmly on the smooth, curving buttocks and began kneading them like giant balls of dough. The movement moved the vibrator around in Jacqui's back door and sent new pulses of stark joy into her trim young body.
"My turn, my turn," insisted Sandra. The red-haired lezzie seductress pushed away so Jacqui could reach down and grip the end of the artificial cock in the woman's juicy fuck tunnel.
Jacqui wanted to get off, but realized they had to work together for complete sexual enjoyment. She pressed her palm against the crinkly pussy fur and rotated it around a little before she grabbed the end of the dildo and started a slow back and forth motion to imitate a man fucking a cunt with his long, hard pecker.
"I need this so," sobbed Sandra. She clutched again at Sandra. The two turned each other on more and more. Sandra worked the vibrator in Jacqui's ass like it was a conductor's baton. Every move coordinated perfectly with the blonde's soaring sexual feelings.
And Jacqui managed to keep up the rhythm of fucking as she drilled the dong in and out of her friend's red-rimmed cooze.
Jacqui was never sure which one got off first-or hardest. Her cum smashed through her body, starting in her ass-hole and meeting the wondrous feelings from rubbing her nipples against Sandra's. The warmth mounted until it threatened to consume her completely.
"Aieee!" came the cry. It took Jacqui a few seconds to realize she wasn't the one crying out. It was Sandra. All Jacqui could do was moan softly. The intensity of her climax robbed her of any voice.
Sandra fell away, bringing up her knees and grabbing the end of the dildo herself. She fucked hard and fast, driving it all the way into her cunt.
The redhead got off hard and then sighed, straightening her legs and drawing out the cut-juice-soaked dildo. The red-haired slut licked it slowly, savoring her own pussy oils. Then she silently handed it to Jacqui.
The blonde took the damp dildo and repeated Sandra's excitingly lewd action. Then she dropped it, got on hands and knees and went sniffing for the source. She pressed her face between milky white thighs and spread Sandra's legs so she could fasten her mouth on the other woman's nether lips.
Jacqui's tongue invaded Sandra's agitated cunt and lapped and licked and got the woman off again.
All the time the-vibrator whirred up her ass and she ate furry red pussy, Jacqui was wondering who had given her the box of sex toys.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jacqui licked her lips and appreciated the salty taste of the other woman's pussy. She rocked back and pulled the vibrator from her ass. She had drained its batteries, although her own were still sparking.
"I want more," Sandra purred like a cat. The redhead stretched on the floor, her arms high above her head. This made her tits go flat on her chest and the muscles ripple along her sides.
"My turn," said Jacqui, rolling onto her back and bringing up her knees to mash into her tits. She clung to her knees, then parted her legs wantonly to show her neighbor the blonde-rimmed snatch waiting for a woman's tongue.
"Slave driver," Sandra said, smiling. She came to her hands and knees, then froze. Turning her head, Sandra listened intently.
"What's wrong?"
"It's Ken! You've got to get all this stuff out of here. Hurry, hurry."
"But-"
"You don't understand, Jacqui," the redhead said, struggling into her own clothing. "He can't know what's going on between us."
"Why not? He looked like a cool dude. He wouldn't mind sharing you-with me."
"You don't know him," Sandra insisted. "He would go ballistic if he found me with anyone else, man or woman. He's jealous. Crazy jealous."
"I don't think you know him," Jacqui said, remembering the way the other woman's husband had eyed her. She had felt uneasy-then. Now she wasn't so sure it would bother her. If anything, she might welcome it.
The notion of the three of them, hot and horny Sandra, cool and erect Ken and her getting it on made Jacqui cream. The thick juices leaked down her legs and tickled, stirring inner passions to the point she wanted to blow off Sandra's objections and take her chances with Ken.
He couldn't be that bad.
After all, she had spied on him and Sandra getting it on hot and heavy on the kitchen table. The redhead had enjoyed every instant and every inch of that frantic lovemaking. Jacqui let out a sigh of exasperation because she had always wanted Larry to fuck her like that. He never had.
The blonde turned bitter thinking of her husband. He was out balling his mistress while she was at home with an empty pussy.
Jacqui was showing him! She was enjoying herself more than he ever could, and she was doing it with every stud she could find, and even her next door neighbor!
"Hurry, go on, get this stuff out of here," urged Sandra, handing Jacqui the box of dildos and other goodies.
"All right," she said slowly. "Should I come back later?"
"Sure, any time Ken isn't here." Sandra was so upset, Jacqui knew it was time to go. There'd be no more fine sex with her horny red-haired neighbor today.
Still, she had the box of sex toys and hadn't played with all of them yet. She left Sandra's house through the front door, seeing that Ken was going in the kitchen. A second passed, then Jacqui decided not to push the matter with Sandra. She thought the redhead was wrong about Ken. The guy had a roving eye and was always ogling her big tits.
Jacqui thrust out her chest, then sagged a little thinking of how angry Sandra might get if she did go back in.
At home, Jacqui still felt horny, but was too tired to do anything about it. She dropped the box on the floor beside her bed, stripped off her clothes and dropped naked to the bed. She rolled over and tried to sleep, but her mind refused to let her.
After an hour of tossing and turning, she heard a noise in her house. She sat up, wondering if Larry had decided to come dragging home.
"Larry, that you?"
No answer.
"Larry?"
"This isn't Larry," came a soft voice she couldn't recognize.
"Who are you?" A curious mixture of anticipation and curiosity filled her. Jacqui knew she ought to be scared out of her mind, but she wasn't. The voice-a man?-didn't seem menacing.
"I sent you the flowers, the earrings and the box for your most private moments."
"The note with the earrings," Jacqui said, "said you were as horny as I was."
"Are we going to fuck now?" came the whispered question.
"Yes! Who are you, though? I'd like to know."
"Not yet. Put this on." A rustling noise sounded as the man pawed through the box, dumping out the dildo and vibrator and other items. He moved quickly, getting behind
Jacqui before she could turn. He put a blindfold on her. "I can't see!"
"Relax and let me do.. .things."
"What sort of things?" Jacqui asked anxiously. She gasped when she found out.
A tickling started on her bare leg and moved up, drifting like cobwebs across her sensitive inner thigh. She lay back, sobbing with need. Her legs parted in promiscuous invitation. Jacqui gasped when the tickling passed over her puckered pussy lips.
"Fuck me. I need you in me!"
She was as turned on by the mystery as she was by the prospect of getting this stranger's cock in her drooling cunt.
Then she cried out. A wet wriggly tongue entered her pussy. She shivered and rolled from side to side, only to find strong hands pinning her down.
"Don't struggle. Take it. Take it all!" came the hot command.
A strong hand held her slender wrists together, imprisoning her. Then he moved his mouth from her pussy up and across her heaving belly to her huge, sensitive tits.
"Yes, I love the feel of a mouth all over my boobs. Suck on my nipples. Do it all to me!"
Light kisses teased her. A flicking tongue batted about one fleshy pebble on top of her left tit, then moved suddenly to the one on her right. She arched her back and tried to stuff her entire tit into the sucking mouth when she felt wet lips close on her nipple and then draw the entire scrumptious mound of throbbing flesh into his mouth.
Teeth ran over the delicate nubbin, then a tongue shoved it down into the marshmallowy flesh beneath it. Jacqui was being driven crazy with lust by the sexual teasing.
"I need you so. Do it. Take me. Up the ass! I want you up the ass-hole!"
"No."
The denial was like cold water thrown on her. She went rigid. "Why not? I need you fucking me up the ass-hole. Corn-hole me. Do it now!"
"No."
The denial was different now, or so it seemed to the pinned woman. It wasn't a complete refusal, but a promise-for the future. Right now he was going to do something else. But what? She couldn't see what he intended. She couldn't even see who it was doing this to her!
"Eat me," she said, changing her focus. "I love the way your tongue reams me out. Lick my snatch!"
The man moved from her boobs down to the deep valley between. He licked and kissed and finally worked lower. But he did not immediately eat her out. She squirmed on the bed, his strong hand still gripping both her slender wrists.
"What are you doing?"
"Putting on a rubber."
Then she felt a heavy body drop on top of her. Her legs parted even more as a ponderous battering ram of cock flesh banged against her cunt lips. She rolled so she could lift her knees on either side of the unseen man's body to help him get into her.
When he entered, he didn't do it all at once. The thick head of his fiery pecker pressed into her outer labia, setting her entire body on fire. She didn't know how this light touch could do it, but the sexual thrill was robbing her of the ability to speak. She was so aroused she could only whimper.
He shoved another inch into her pussy. His cock seemed bigger than most men's. Jacqui tried to remember who had fucked her with the biggest cock. One of the hockey players? Was it one of them? She couldn't be sure.
"So nice all around me. You're one tight bitch," he said, thrusting another inch into her clinging interior.
"Then fuck me like a bitch in heat. Take me up the ass!" she pleaded.
"Not yet. Later." He shoved another inch into her snatch. The lubricating oils leaking around his cock turned her blonde pussy fur damp and matted it down to her pubic mound.
She groaned with need. She had to have him entirely in her. She arched her back and kicked out with her curled legs. This scooted her down on the bed and slammed him all the way into her twat.
"Yes!" she shrieked.
"I want to fuck you," he said. "Now."
"Do it, take me, give me all your wonderful pecker. Make me burn inside when you fuck me!" she cried.
He began sliding in and out, back and forth with powerful hip movement. Jacqui tossed her head from side to side, blonde hair flying. While he fucked her, he kept her arms pinned above her head. With the blindfold in place and her hands imprisoned, she felt trapped-and freer than she ever had before.
All strain was lifted from her. She could do nothing but enjoy the feel of his dick. She was helpless. She was a prisoner. She was free to let loose the inhibitions that had troubled her for so long.
Even though her husband was cheating on her, Jacqui had felt guilty about cheating on him. Now, all that was gone. She couldn't stop this unknown, powerful, wonderful lover. He crammed his fuck stick into her, and she could not stop him.
She didn't want to stop him!
"Do it, yes, yes, fuck me," Jacqui cried over and over. "I'm getting off on this. My pussy, oh, my pussy!"
"So tight. You're crushing me with your inner muscles. Never felt a woman so tight. And with such big tits. You're wonderful, you feel wonderful all around my pecker."
He moved faster and faster. His cock slid with more authority, more speed, more power. He drove deep into the wanton, willing blonde's cunt until Jacqui thought she was going to fly into pieces.
She panted, gasped with released passion and tried to tell him how she loved what he was doing. The words tangled in her throat. Never quite sure when, Jacqui realized the man had released her hands. She reached out and stroked over his back. Broad, muscled, exciting. She felt the way he strained with passion as he fucked her.
She felt it deep inside. His cock raced against her cunt walls and the carnal fiction lit a fuse that burned throughout her cunt, up into her belly and tits and neck and brain. She came. Hard.
"I need more!" she cried.
"I'm finally ready," he said. She cried in surprise when his erection escaped from the tight damp clutches of her cunt.
She reached up and pulled off the blindfold. Jacqui blinked, not believing what she saw.
"Ken!"
Sandra's husband smiled. "You figured out who your secret admirer was."
"But I don't understand. Sandra said you."
"Sandra doesn't know anything. She's hung up and won't try anything new. I want to get some action back into our marriage, and she resists."
Jacqui started to tell him about how she and his red-haired wife had gotten it on, then stopped. Sandra wasn't going to share her with Ken-and now Ken didn't want to share Jacqui with his wife.
"Turn over. I want to fuck you up that fine ass of yours."
And Jacqui wasn't going to rock the boat. She could have both of them and never tell the other. If Sandra wanted to engage in lesbian lovemaking on the sly, that was fine. And if Ken wanted to cheat on his wife, that was great with Jacqui, too.
As long as she got every inch of that sweet cock up her ass-hole!
"Fuck me good," she warned, rolling over on the bed and getting onto hands and knees. She waggled her curvy butt in his direction, but she didn't have to entice him. He was already in position. And then his cock surged up her ass-hole, filling her to overflowing.
He fucked her hard and fast and Jacqui was never happier about cheating on her husband!
