The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting circumstances.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood wifeswappers.
Joanne Williams is one of these outwardly normal and quite proper people. A waitress in a small town, she quite deservedly has a reputation as the naive wife of a basketball player. But within her he abnormal desires and a love for the perverted, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
WILLING HOT WAITRESS-the story of a woman like many of us, a woman whose desires are finally unleashed.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
In the busy hotel restaurant, one waitress stood out from all the others. Her name was Joanne Williams, and she was a tall, beautiful brunette with large thrusting tits and terrific long legs. She looked cool, crisp and efficient. It looked as if nothing could rattle her or throw her off her stride. But looks can be deceptive.
As she stood holding a full tray of food, Joanne felt a hand creeping up her leg. She knew whose hand it was. A middle-aged man behind her, wearing glasses, undistinguished, had been ogling her for half an hour. Now that she was stuck in traffic, he was grabbing the chance to feel her up. She wanted to slap his hand, slap it hard, but she couldn't do it without dropping her tray.
Another waitress was in front of her, chatting as she took an order, blocking Joanne's way. The guy's hot sweaty hand continued to creep up Joanne's leg. She could feel it right through her stocking. And then she remembered that she wasn't wearing panties today! She hadn't done the laundry, there were no clean panties to be found, so she'd raced out of the apartment without them. And now the man's hand was almost at the top of her thigh.
She prayed the other waitress would finish taking her order and get out of the way. She couldn't even push the man's hand away, because she needed both hands to hold her food-laden tray. She felt his exploring fingers reaching the top of her thigh and touching the soft warm curls of her bush. He paused, no doubt surprised and delighted to find that she wasn't wearing panties. Then his whole hand closed on the hot moist flesh of her naked pussy.
"M-Marcia," Joanne said desperately, "can I get by?"
The other waitress looked up, annoyed at being interrupted just when she was making points with her customers. "Sorry, hon, I'll just be another minute," she said coolly. "These people haven't finished ordering yet."
Joanne felt the man's fingers exploring her pussy, rubbing the sensitive flesh and snaking into every steamy fold and cranny. The awful thing was, it felt good. She was very horny today, and her mind was very much on sex. As he fondled her slit, she began to cream helplessly, the hot sticky juice wetting his fingers. Great, just great. Now he'd be sure to think she was horny for him, and she wasn't. Yet his touch was turning her on like crazy.
Oh, hurry, Marcia, she thought urgently. The man had found the small recessed mouth of her cunt and was popping a fingertip inside it. Joanne almost moaned with lust as she felt him gliding his stiff thick middle finger up her juicy little twat. It felt great to have something long and hard in her hungry fuck hole. She creamed hugely as the guy plunged his finger right to the last knuckle in her seething cunt.
He started to finger-fuck her. Right there in the busy restaurant he began jerking his finger up and down in her slick hot box. Joanne gave a helpless gurgle of pleasure and prayed that nobody heard her. The boiling cream was overflowing her crammed cunt and trickling down her thighs. She wanted to come so badly, she could have screamed. Another second and she was going to lose all self-control.
Up and down, up and down, went his thick stiff finger, just like a miniature cock, reaming and stuffing her thirsty pussy hole and giving her hot jolts of pleasure. She swayed dizzily and almost dropped her tray. She knew that if she tightened her cunt around the man's pumping finger, she could come in a second. It was so tempting. But how could she come right there in the restaurant without anybody knowing about it?
Just as she was about to scream with frustration, Marcia finally moved her ass. Joanne summoned the few shreds of will-power she had left and plunged ahead carrying her tray. The man's cream-soaked finger popped from her cunt. She missed it right away, but she didn't look back. That would have been too embarrassing. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she smiled and served her customers, her juice-drooling little cunt aching for action.
When she finally turned around, the man was gone. He'd finished his lunch in a hurry and gotten out of there, perhaps afraid she'd report him. When Joanne went to clear off his table she found a five-dollar tip. She couldn't help grinning. It had to be the easiest and most pleasant tip she'd ever made in three years as a waitress. But unfortunately money couldn't do anything to help the fiery need in her pussy.
It seemed centuries till her break time, but when it finally came she hurried to the ladies' room and locked herself in a booth. She couldn't stand the sexual tension any more. She just had to do something about her hot lust. Leaning against the wall, she pulled up her skirt and tucked it out of the way. She slid a hand over her neat dark little bush and between her thighs. She touched the scorching wet flesh of her pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, yessss," she sighed.
There was no one else in the room, so she didn't have to worry about making noise. She began to saw her stiff middle finger back and forth over her slick pea-sized clit, the most sensitive organ of her body. Right away she felt hot blasts of pleasure, and thick juice spurted from her aroused cunt and trickled down her legs. She sawed fast and firm, in a hurry to come. Her clit responded quickly, growing swollen and erect.
"Unnnhhhhhh, yesssss," she moaned.
Frigging herself wasn't nearly as much fun as fucking, but it would just have to do till she got home. She knew she couldn't work the rest of her shift feeling this horny, so she had no choice but to beat off. She slumped against the wall, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy, white teeth flashing as she panted, and she furiously rubbed her juicing clit till she was teetering on the very brink of orgasm.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, God, AHHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped as she began to come.
Her tall body shuddered, and thick come-juice steamed from her twat and gushed down her long legs. She moaned and whimpered as the delicious pleasure-shocks rocked her body. She just hoped that dizzying climax would hold her for the rest of the day. Finished at last, she gave a big sigh of relief and went to wash her hands.
For the rest of her shift she thought about her husband Mike and prayed that he'd be home that evening-home and horny. With Mike it was hard to tell. He was a professional basketball player, and he was away more than he was at home-on the road, being interviewed, attending banquets, practicing. Joanne and Mike had been married almost three months, and she couldn't remember him ever being home two nights in a row. He'd better be home tonight, because she was really going to need him!
She was a perfectly healthy twenty-three-yearold woman, and she needed frequent sex, something she hadn't been getting from her new husband. Mike was simply away too much of the time to keep her sexually satisfied. But what was she going to do about it? She loved the guy, and she wanted her marriage to last forever. She hadn't been a virgin when she married Mike. She'd had plenty of other men, and that was why she knew Mike was the one for her. He was so much better than all the others.
She thought about him, getting all hot and horny again, and after what seemed an eternity it was the end of her shift. She caught a bus back to her apartment building, and as she got off she saw Mike walking ahead of her. He must have just gotten home from practice. He was carrying a bag of groceries, no doubt planning a surprise dinner for her. That was one of the things she loved about him, the way he wasn't afraid to get into the kitchen and do his share.
Joanne walked quietly up behind him and pinched his ass.
"What?" Mike exclaimed, whirling around and almost dropping the groceries.
She gave him her sexiest smile and said, "Hi, handsome, wanta come up to my place and get it on?"
"Don't mind if I do, gorgeous," he said, breaking into a grin. "I've got a bottle of wine and a couple of pizzas."
"Put them in the fridge," Joanne said, brushing against him. "I'm so horny, I could scream."
Mike looked at her, and then they both started walking as fast as they could. The elevator took forever to reach the seventh floor, and Mike stood forever to find his keys. But at last they were in their apartment, the food was tossed into the refrigerator, and they were kissing each other hungrily and running their hands over each other's bodies. Joanne's pussy was on fire with need.
"Mmmmmmmmm, I thought about you all day," she sighed.
"Guess who's thinking about you right now," Mike leered.
Not that she had to be told-she could feel his big hard cock right through his pants. Mike was a foot taller than her, even though she was a tall girl, and his steely hard-on rubbed her upper belly. She drew back and hungrily eyed the big hard bulge at his fly. She tugged open the zipper and unsnapped his pants. They fell to his feet, and she seized the waistband of his shorts.
She tugged the shorts carefully over his engorged prick and let them slither down his long long legs. Then she just gawked for a moment, licking her lips. She'd never fucked a guy as well hung as her husband. Mike's mammoth prick stood straight up, a good eight inches long and as thick as her wrist. Blue veins bulged on the fat stalk, and his piss hole was leaking big hot globs of cream.
Joanne juiced helplessly at the sight of his rigid, ready cock, and scalding liquid ran down her inner thighs. She ran her fingers up and down the hard smooth surface of his prick, and Mike shivered lustily. More hot juice oozed from the cleft of his cock and trickled down his shaft. Suddenly Joanne just couldn't wait any longer. She had to fuck him right now or go crazy. She stepped back a little and started pulling off her clothes.
Mike watched her, slowly kicking off his shoes and pulling off his shirt. He hardly noticed what he was doing, he was so intent on watching her strip. As she dropped her bra on the floor, he ogled her canteloupe-size tits and large light pink nipples. Her luscious firm tits quivered ever so slightly as she moved. She dropped her skirt, and he stared hungrily at the small neat triangle of her black bush.
"No panties today?" he grinned.
Joanne blushed slightly as she remembered the stealthy finger-fucking she'd gotten from that customer. "I couldn't find any clean ones this morning," she laughed. "I guess I'd better get on the ball and do some laundry."
"I wouldn't worry about it, honey," Mike said, pulling her into his arms. "I know you're busy, as busy as I am. And besides, I like you without panties."
He gave her a deep hot tongue-kiss, and his naked cock pressed hard against her belly and left sticky spots of hot juice. Joanne moaned and creamed heavily, helplessly, her tits pressing into the hair-mat of his chest. Then Mike scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. It was their favorite room, dominated by an enormous king-size bed that was extra-long to fit Mike's height.
Mike laid her down on her back and slipped onto the bed beside her. He bent low over her lovely firm tits, his hot breath fanning the sensitive globes. He stuck out his tongue and began lashing the hot wet meat over her big conical nipples. Joanne gave a little squeal of excitement and creamed heavily again, the molten cream overflowing her snug cunt and puddling on the bedspread.
"Mmmmmmmm, darling, that feels so nice," she sighed.
It was one of his favorite things to do, tonguing her tender pink nipples till they stiffened into long erect buds. Joanne found it sensuous and very arousing. She watched as his wet red tongue whipped the pink cones of flesh. Her nipples responded fast as they always did, going erect and throbbing under his lashing tongue. Her tits swelled up with arousal, going even more firm and full.
His hungry nipple-tonguing was making her so horny, she just couldn't stay passive. She reached down and fisted his rock-hard eight-inch prick, eagerly pumping it. Hot juice oozed from his piss hole and soaked her fingers, making her pumping slick and fast. She could feel his huge cock throbbing hard against her fingers. She ached to feel that stiff boner in her famished cunt.
Mike slipped a hand between her legs and touched the scorching flesh of her gash. "Hmmmmmm, is this lady horny?" he grinned.
"Just horny enough to die," Joanne sighed. "I've been that way all day, especially since-" She stopped and reddened.
"What?" Mike demanded eagerly. "Did somebody come on to you?"
Joanne had had to face it early in their marriage-her husband was a little kinky. If men came on to her during her work as a waitress, he liked to hear about it. It seemed to turn him on like crazy. This All-American blond giant, who had the television image of a clean-cut family man, just loved to hear about his wife getting aroused by other men. Joanne found that a little weird, but she was relieved that she could tell him.
"This is the best one yet," she grinned. "You're just gonna love it." She started telling him about the man putting his hand up her skirt, and she felt his cock give a violent lusty jump in her pumping fist. His eyes got hot and glassy, and he began rubbing her lust-swollen pussy.
"And so his hand was right at the top of my thigh," Joanne said, "and there was nothing I could do about it. I had that tray full of food, and Marcia was blocking my way. That was when I remembered I wasn't wearing panties."
"Oh, shit," Mike grinned, "fantastic. Then what?"
Joanne looked him right in the eye and said, "And then he stuck his finger up my cunt and started fucking me with it."
Mike groaned, and she felt his cock leaking thick streams of molten juice. He quickly eased his own stiff middle finger up her juicy little cunt and began pumping it up and down. "Like this?" he asked hoarsely.
"Ummmm-hmmmm, but just a little faster and harder," Joanne purred.
Mike obeyed, then asked eagerly, "Did you like it?"
"Mmmmmm, did I ever," she smiled. "I was creaming like crazy."
"Did you come?" Mike asked.
"No, I was afraid someone would notice," she said. "And then Marcia finally moved, and I got away from him. When I looked again, he was gone."
Mike looked like he was about ready to shoot his load in her pumping fist. "Close your eyes," he said, "and pretend it's still happening. This is his finger."
Joanne smiled and closed her eyes. Mike was so good at making up these kinky fantasies. His fans would have been shocked. But she felt far from shocked as she imagined herself back in the restaurant, helpless to do anything as the stranger jerked his stiff finger in her horny little fuck hole. She gurgled and creamed hotly onto the pumping meat.
"Oooooooo, yes, that feels so good," she cried.
She tightened her greedy little twat around his finger, just the way she'd craved to do in the restaurant. She felt red-hot friction and a rapidly mounting pleasure that built and built in her pussy till she was dizzy with it. She juiced heavily and uncontrollably. Sensing her growing arousal, Mike jerked his finger even faster and harder in her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, God, YES!" she wailed.
"You like it?" he panted.
"I love it," she whimpered, "I love your big finger in my cunt."
She could feel his cock throbbing hard against her thigh and leaving hot sticky spots of juice. He was breathing loudly and harshly as he fingerfucked her into a frenzy of lust. She arched her big-titted body, taking his plowing finger as deep as she could. Then she was spinning out of control, her whole body exploding in pleasure.
"UNNNHHHHHHH, YESSSS, I'M COMING!" she shrieked.
Her body was jolted by powerful pleasure-shocks, and she drenched Mike's jerking finger with scalding come-juice. Her powerfully-muscled young cunt gripped and released his finger in a steady hard rhythm. When she finally came down from her orgasmic high, she opened her eyes and found him staring at her with hot hungry lust, his finger still crammed deep in her flooded twat.
"Why don't you take your finger out of there and stick your cock in instead?" she leered. She knew it drove him crazy when she talked dirty.
"I think I'll just do that," he growled. "I think I'll just fuck you crazy, woman."
He jerked his drenched finger out of her cunt and rolled on top of her, his thickly-matted chest enveloping her big stiff nipples. The coarse hairs tickled and excited her sensitive tits. She opened her thighs wide and felt him sink down between them. He socked the enormous knob-like head of his cock into the slick little mouth of her cunt.
"Ooooooo, yessss, get into meeee," she hissed.
Mike shoved his big hands under her lustily churning ass and cupped the little globes firmly. He grunted and shoved hard, cramming her full of rock-hard cock. She felt his long stiff prick hitting her womb, his coarse-furred balls slapping her wet slit. His achingly engorged fuck tool throbbed against every inch of her greedily clinging cunt.
"Unnnhhhhh, Mike, your big cock feels so good in me," she moaned.
"I love your hot little pussy," he leered, "I love the way it's so wet for me."
Joanne responded by drenching his deeply-buried prick with another flood of molten juice. Cupping her ass firmly, he began to fuck into her hard and deep, just the way she'd been craving it all day. She threw back her head and gurgled in ecstasy. She couldn't stop creaming now. His plowing cock reamed the hot juice out of her gripping box, and it ran down her ass crack and puddled on the bedspread.
"Ahhhhhhh, God, yes," she moaned, "fuck me, Mike, fuck me forever."
As he pistoned his huge horse-cock in her seething little pussy hole, he bent down and lashed her stiff nipples with his hot tongue, adding to her intense excitement. Joanne wished the delicious sensations would never end, that she could go on forever feeling her husband's steel-stiff prick reaming and cramming her insatiable little cunt. She was going out of her mind with pleasure, babbling and gurgling.
"Fuck my pussy, fuck it to me," she moaned.
She knew Mike liked her best this way, out of control, showing her powerful lust. She let herself go completely, clawing his shoulders, hissing at him, biting his neck. She arched her body up to take his pistoning cock as deep as she could in her lust-inflamed cunt. He fucked into her faster and faster, his belly smacking loudly against hers, his huge hairy nut sacs spanking her asshole and giving her a wicked sexy feeling. Everything he was doing was driving her crazy with lust.
"Unnnhhhh, yes, you big bastard, fuck me silly," she wailed, "FUCK MEEEEE!"
She began to come, and she couldn't stop. Mike's huge pile-driving cock fucked her into climax after climax. If only they could fuck like this all the time! She'd never even look at another man. But these occasions were all too rare. She glutted herself on his fucking, grabbing all the pleasure she could get, knowing it wouldn't happen again soon.
"You're making me come," she sobbed, "OHHHHHHHHH, GOD, IT'S SO GOOD!"
She felt his cock give a violent jump in her seething cunt, and then he bellowed, "UNNNHHHHHHHH, FUCK, I'M COMING!"
Joanne whimpered in ecstasy as she took the fiery jets of his come. The steaming jizz always triggered her into yet another body-rocking orgasm. Mike groaned and fucked into her furiously, filling her cunt with thick hot come. They fucked at each other like animals, snarling and whining, and almost a full minute passed before they stopped coming. Mike rolled off her with a satisfied sigh.
"I'll go stick those pizzas in the oven," he said.
"You're pampering me," Joanne smiled.
"Yeah, well, there's a reason," he said, looking sheepish.
Joanne guessed it right away, and she felt her spirits sink. "You're leaving on that road trip sooner than you thought," she said.
Mike nodded. "Tonight," he said. "I've gotta be at the airport in an hour."
Joanne didn't say anything. It was part of his job to be away a lot, and she'd known that when she married him. But it was really beginning to get to her. This time he expected to be gone a week. She didn't know how she was going to go that long without sex. Maybe, she thought angrily, she wouldn't even try.
CHAPTER TWO
Ever since her first job as a waitress, Joanne had realized that she could have her pick of the male customers. They liked to flirt with waitresses, and they especially liked to flirt with Joanne because she was a knockout. But she'd never been tempted to take advantage of the situation till now.
Mike was halfway across the country by now, and she could get away with anything she wanted to do. What she wanted to do most was fuck until she was glutted on it. She and Mike had never had time to do that, and she had a reservoir of pent-up lust that she ached to unleash. Why not pick out the first attractive customer who came on to her? It would be easy to get him into bed.
Joanne had never considered cheating before, but now she realized that it was the only way she was going to get full sexual satisfaction. She adored fucking her husband, but it was over too quickly, and then he was gone, leaving her to days and weeks of frustration. She wasn't willing to live that way any longer. What Mike didn't know wouldn't hurt him, she decided, so it was just a question of finding a lover.
At the lunch shift, which she usually worked, she spotted a new customer, a man in his mid-forties, very handsome and distinguished-looking. He was probably in town for some kind of convention. Joanne remembered that some surgeons were meeting this week, and her interest picked up. It would be exciting to make it with a sexy-looking doctor. As she went to take the man's order, she smiled enticingly.
He could hardly remember what he wanted to eat, he was so busy looking her over. Joanne could tell he was going to be easy. She could just imagine his situation: out of town, away from his wife, probably been married twenty years, and now tempted by a pretty young waitress with a fantastic body. Yes, she shouldn't have any trouble at all seducing this man.
"Are you here for the convention, sir?" she purred.
"The surgeons' convention, yes," he said, his eyes glued to her cleavage. She was purposely bending low, showing him her ripe tits. "I'll be here till tomorrow," he added.
"I hope you enjoy your stay," Joanne said, brushing against him.
"I'd enjoy it more with some nice company," he said, finally getting his nerve up. "How about having a drink with me when you get off work?"
"Why, I'd love to, doctor," she smiled. "Around five?"
He nodded. "I'll be here."
So she'd set things up for adultery, and she didn't feel a bit guilty. She had normal needs, and her husband wasn't taking care of them. Much as she loved him, Mike was leaving her sexually frustrated, and she just wasn't going to put up with it any more. For the rest of her shift, she fantasized herself with the handsome surgeon, and by the time five o'clock rolled around, she was hotly horny.
He was waiting for her in the hotel lobby, right outside the entrance to the restaurant. "By the way," he said, "my name's Frank."
"I'm Joanne," she said. Since they weren't giving last names, it was obvious that they were both married. That added to the naughty excitement she felt.
"Well, Joanne," he said, taking her arm and steering her toward the elevators, "the lounge is awfully crowded just now with people getting off work. I thought it might be more pleasant to have that drink in my room."
Well, Joanne thought, he really works fast. And of course she had no objection. The sooner they were in bed together, the better. She allowed him to escort her into the elevator and up to the fourteenth floor. He had a nice large room and a portable bar. She asked for a martini, and he mixed one expertly. He made himself a tall scotch and soda.
The thing about hotel rooms is, they're dominated by a great big bed. You can't get around that. As Joanne and Frank sipped their drinks and chatted, that bed seemed to get bigger and bigger, and Joanne's hungry pussy got hot and wet and swollen. She was dying to see Frank without his clothes on. She wondered what his cock looked like and whether it was already stiff for her. Soon she was creaming right through the crotch of her panties.
"Another drink?" Frank asked.
"Sure, why not?" Joanne smiled. "And if it's okay with you, I'll take off my shoes and stretch out on the bed. I've had kind of a long day."
"But of course, go ahead," he said, "and I'll join you. I feel like stretching out myself."
He not only took off his shoes, he got rid of his jacket and tie. He stretched out so close to Joanne that they could feel the radiating heat of each other's bodies, and she could hardly talk, she was getting so maddeningly horny. But Frank didn't rush her. As they talked, he started touching and petting her hand, and then he put his hand on her leg. These steps were very gradual, not alarming.
Then idly, almost as if he didn't notice what he was doing, he started unbuttoning her blouse. He went on chatting away, but Joanne didn't hear much of what he said. She was feeling the molten cream leaking from her aroused twat and soaking into her panty crotch. This guy was so polite, almost gentle, and yet he was turning her on like crazy.
He got her blouse open and drew it out of her skirt, exposing the tightly packed cups of her white lace bra. Her big full tits looked ready to burst from the dainty garment. Frank brushed his fingertips over the tops of her tits, and she shivered lustily. Still talking softly and soothingly, he reached behind her with one hand and unhooked her bra. He pushed the bra up out of the way, and her lust-swollen tits eased into their natural firm thrust.
"Gorgeous," he breathed.
He gently hoisted her heavy hot tits and raised them a little, at the same time dipping his head. Joanne felt his hot moist breath fanning her sensitive tits, and again she creamed a big sizzling burst of liquid that soaked her panties. Frank stuck out his tongue and started licking her large cone-shaped nipples, and she felt little shocks of pleasure streaking right down to her violently aroused pussy.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, slumping back against the padded headboard.
"You don't mind if I do this?" he asked gently.
"Noooo, it feels wonderful," she said.
She knew they were going to go all the way now, but she still didn't feel guilty. It all seemed to be so natural and pleasant. She gurgled with pleasure as Frank expertly tongued her light pink nipples into stiffness. When both soft cones had grown into long erect buds, he drew back to admire his work, ogling the rosy spit-soaked nubs. Then he eased off her blouse and bra, leaving her naked from the waist up.
Joanne gave him a lusty look beneath her natural thick black eyelashes and began unbuttoning his shirt. They seemed to be in perfect agreement-no last names, no complications, no rush. Just a nice long evening of love-making, and then never seeing each other again. That was exactly what she was looking for. She took off his shirt and stared hungrily at his broad chest, which was thickly matted with dark and silver hairs.
Wantonly she brushed her stiff nipples against his crisp chest hairs, and he jammed his mouth onto hers and gave her a long sensuous kiss, running his tongue around in her mouth. Joanne moaned and creamed again, very heavily. Her panties were so soaked with the hot liquid, she wouldn't be able to wear them home. She hadn't been this horny in ages, not since she was a teenager and necking in the back seat of parked cars. She had the same sense now of doing something wicked, forbidden and exciting.
Frank released her and let her slump down on her back. He ran his hands up under her skirt and quickly removed her pantyhose, then her cream-drenched panties. She was stark naked under her skirt, but he didn't raise it right away. Instead he ran both hands up there and squeezed and petted her soft little bush. That just about did it for Joanne. She was practically coming. She reached for his fly.
While she unzipped his pants, he slowly pushed up her skirt till he'd uncovered the neat black triangle of her bush. He pressed it, stimulating the swollen mound beneath, and Joanne's fingers quivered lustily as she opened his pants and tugged them down to his knees. His jockey shorts were obscenely tented by his steel-stiff cock. She eased the shorts down over his rigid boner.
He had a gorgeous prick, seven inches long, very thick, and stiff as a board. He quickly got rid of his pants and shorts, while she discarded her skirt. Naked, they ogled each other, and Joanne felt so horny, she was sure she'd come if she sneezed. All thoughts of Mike and her marriage were far from her mind by now. The hot juice seeped steadily from her famished cunt, puddling on the bedspread.
"Would you mind if I ate your pussy?" Frank asked.
"Mind? Of course not!" Joanne grinned and bent her knees and let her thighs fall wide open, showing him her moist red slit and its fine fringe of black curls. He gave a lusty growl and flopped belly-down between her eagerly parted legs. She felt his breath tickling her naked pussy. She knew he could see everything-her erect clit, the pearly stream of juice leaking from her cunt, the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter.
"Ahhhhhh, God, YES!" she gasped.
Frank had stuck out his tongue and begun to lash the lust-inflamed flesh of her pussy, and it felt delicious. Joanne held her legs wide open and gurgled ecstatically as he gave her an expert head job, snaking his tongue into every hot fold of her gash, whipping the highly sensitive flesh. She didn't think anything in the world could feel better than having a man's hot juicy tongue lashing her horny pussy.
He soon zeroed in on her clit, her most receptive organ, and was flicking it fast and hard with the stiff tip of his tongue, driving her into a frenzy of pleasure. She creamed heavily and uncontrollably, and Frank lapped up the tangy juice and swallowed it with a lusty growl. He tongue-lashed her clit faster and faster, till she was squealing shrilly and clawing at the bedspread.
"Oooo, fuck, it feels so good!" she shrieked.
"I'll make you come," he boasted.
But he wasn't kidding. This guy really knew what he was doing. He shoved his hands under her lustily writhing ass, held her still, and raised her pelvis off the bed. He brought her lust-stiffened clit right up to his mouth. Then he caught the juicy little button between his firm lips and started sucking on it, and the pleasure was so sudden and powerful that Joanne almost flew off the bed.
"AHHHHHH, YESSSSSS!" she wailed.
His sucking was loud and obscene, a wet slurping and snuffling noise that echoed through the room. It only added to her insane arousal, and she creamed heavily all over his bobbing chin. He sucked faster, harder, and she felt herself spinning right over the edge into a violent explosion of pleasure, her tall body bucking and convulsing.
"Unnnhhhh, you did it to me, I'M COMING!" she howled.
Frank pulled her even tighter against his face so that her scalding come-juice soaked his cheeks and chin. He sucked hard on her squirting clit and drank her come. She'd never met a man so into pussy-eating, so intensely excited by it. When she finally stopped coming, he was still eagerly tonguing her tangy hot slit.
"Mmmmm, that was beautiful," she sighed.
"I'm not finished," he told her.
"Terrific," she grinned.
This was turning out to be even better than she'd hoped. She needed to be fucked very badly, but she hadn't bargained on finding a guy who loved giving head. She kept her legs bent and wide open, giving him every inch of her steaming pussy to lick and taste, and he went at it with a snort of lust, his tongue stabbing and jerking at the swollen pink flesh.
This time he left her clit alone and concentrated on the small tight-muscled mouth of her cunt. He teased the little hole by rimming it with the stiff tip of his tongue, and Joanne fed him hot bursts of tangy juice. Then he began inching his thick slippery tongue up her cunt, and she went out of her mind with excitement. There was something so incredibly thrilling about feeling a hotly pulsating tongue inside her twat.
"Ooooo, yesss, stick your big tongue in meeee," she hissed.
Frank crammed his tongue right to the root in her snug little fuck hole, and she lay there gurgling in ecstasy. Already it was better than any session she'd had with her husband, because they weren't in a rush. They were taking their time, doing every kinky thing they wanted to, and to hell with the rest of the world. Nobody had to catch a plane, make a meeting, keep an appointment. Joanne wasn't even conscious of time as Frank began tongue-fucking her.
"Ahhhh, yessss, I LOVE IT!" she wailed.
He was jerking his tongue in her like a long slippery cock, cramming it stiffly up and down in her lustily gripping twat. It was a delicious sensation for the sex-starved young woman, and she responded with squeals and gurgles and moans. She fed him blast after blast of hot musky pussy cream, and he gulped it up with growls of lust. He was eating her out, and she was loving every second of it.
"Unnnhhhh, so damned good," she whimpered.
He gripped her hot little ass tightly, holding her in place as he reamed the steaming depths of her cunt with his spearing tongue. Joanne was in ecstasy, throwing back her head and screaming. She tightened her cunt around his plowing tongue and felt the hot pleasure building in her belly till she could hardly stand it.
"Unnnhhhh, God, make me come," she whimpered, "I'll die if I don't come."
In response Frank did something really kinky, something she'd never experienced before. He jammed his lips onto the mouth of her cunt and gave a prolonged powerful suck. It felt like he was suctioning all the thick hot cream right out of her box. Joanne gasped, whimpered, and felt her body begin to convulse in a powerful orgasm.
"AHHHH, I'M COMING, WHHAAHHH!" she screamed.
Frank sucked up her sizzling come-juice as she writhed, howled, and came. As fast as her spasming cunt filled with cream, he ate her out. Her delicious convulsions went on for a full minute before she went limp and panting for breath. Only then did Frank lift his cream-soaked face from her pussy. His eyes were hot and glazed with sexual excitement. He quickly got up and lightly straddled her chest, his trim ass grazing her stiff-nippled tits.
"Suck me a little, okay?" he panted.
Joanne eagerly fisted the thick hairy base of his handsome stiff cock and brought the engorged purple head to her lips. His piss hole was leaking thick globs of cream, and she stuck out her tongue and licked them up greedily. She rolled them around in her mouth, savoring the salty taste, and then swallowed the hot liquid. Frank panted as he watched her slip half his thick seven-incher into her mouth.
"Jesus, yes," he groaned, "suck my cock."
Joanne drooled hotly all over the head of his cock as she guided it into her mouth. She adored sucking cock, and she never got enough of it with Mike, who was always in a hurry to get somewhere. She stuffed in as much hot hard meat as she could and began sucking strongly and fast on his pulsating prick. He shivered lustily and groaned as she suctioned the hot juice out of his piss hole.
"Shit, yes, that's good," he said hoarsely.
His handsome face was getting red with lust, his mouth contorting in a big grimace of pleasure. His excitement infected her, and she sucked greedily and loudly on his cock, a lewd slurping noise that added to his wicked arousal. He fed her more and more bursts of hot salty juice, and she gulped it all down with a greedy gurgling noise.
"Unnnggghhhh, MMMMMMM!" she moaned.
With her free hand she cupped his balls and gave them a light exploratory squeeze. There wasn't much give. His big hairy nut sacs were swollen almost to bursting with their hot load of jizz. She knew she could have a whole steaming mouthful of that delicious juice, but even more she wanted to feel it exploding deep in her cunt. Her love-starved twat was aching to feel the man's rock-hard hammering cock. Excited by the prospect of fucking him, she sucked furiously on his hotly throbbing prick.
"Ahhhh, Christ, that's good, baby," he moaned, "but you better quit now before I come."
Joanne reluctantly let his rigid boner snap from her lips, and it splatted wetly against his belly, still stiff as steel. She expected him to slide down her body and cram his big hard prick into her, but instead he got off her and off the bed and walked over to the dressing table. It had a huge mirror, and he adjusted the mirror to reflect the bed. Joanne reddened-she'd never fucked in front of a mirror before.
Still the idea excited her, especially when Frank slid onto the bed again and positioned her on her hands and knees so she could receive his cock dog style. Molten juice spurted from her hotly aroused cunt and dribbled down her thighs. Frank knelt behind her and wedged the hugely swollen head of his dick into her tight little cunt mouth. She could see everything that was happening in the mirror.
"God, yes, get into me," she panted.
Frank gave a growl of lust and crammed his rigid seven-incher up her cunt. She watched it in the mirror as it spread her fur-fringed pussy lips wide and glided into her body. She saw her pearly cunt juice overflowing around the thick shaft of his prick and oozing down her inner thighs. His big hairy balls came to rest against her slit, and he paused for a moment, his engorged fuck tool deliciously sheathed in her juice-slick box.
"Ahhhh, yeah," he sighed, "it feels good. Do you like it, Joanne?" He was meeting her eyes in the mirror and grinning.
"Yes, I like it," she moaned, "I love the way your big hard cock feels in me."
It was turning her on like mad to be talking to him in the mirror and watching him fuck her. He grasped her slim hips and began pistoning his rigid cock deep and hard in her cunt, just the way she'd craved it all day. She urgently needed a good hard fucking, and he was giving it to her, his stiff boner reaming and cramming her hungry little twat. She clawed the bed and groaned in ecstasy.
"Ahhhh, yesss, that's it," she cried, "really fuck it to me, Frank, fuck my pussy good!"
He leered at her in the mirror and began fucking into her even harder and faster. Joanne watched their reflection in lusty fascination, watching his juice-soaked prick slam in and out of her cunt, seeing his thickly furred balls spanking her slit. She watched her big ripe tits wobbling and bouncing from the force of his fucking, and she saw that her pretty face was flushed and contorted in a grimace of pleasure.
Frank caught her eye again and growled, "Am I fucking you good, Joanne?"
"Yes, Frank, I love the way you're fucking me," she whimpered. "Ohhhh, yes, don't stop."
As his excitement mounted he fucked into her faster and faster, his belly smacking loudly against her ass. The bed began to creak and groan. Joanne threw back her head and screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy as his jack-hammering prick fucked her into a body-blasting climax. Her strong-muscled cuntal tube went vise-tight around his dick as she began to come.
"AHHHH, I'M COMING, UUNNNHHHH!" she moaned.
"Take my load," Frank gasped, "TAKE IT, AAAGGGHHHHHH!"
"Yes, give it to me, CREAM MEEEE!" Joanne wailed.
He jetted her cunt full of steaming jizz, and she took it with howls and squeals of ecstasy. No way was she sorry she'd cheated on her husband. The evening had been fantastic so far, and it wasn't over yet. She sensed that Frank was feeling just as lusty as she was, that the need to cheat had built in him till he couldn't handle it any longer. They both had to work it out of their systems.
They showered and went out for dinner-but not to the restaurant where Joanne worked. She might be ready to commit adultery, but she sure wasn't ready to have Mike find out about it. She didn't think she'd ever be ready for that. She needed this extra sex on the side, but she didn't want to ruin her marriage. If she played it cool, she decided, there was no reason why she couldn't have both.
After dinner she and Frank returned to his hotel room with the firm intention of fucking each other's brains out. They nearly succeeded. When Joanne finally left, towards dawn, her pussy was so sore and bruised, she could hardly walk. Yet it was a warm, satisfied feeling, a well-fucked feeling and that was a sensation she just didn't get with her husband.
So she'd cheated-and loved it. And she could hardly wait to do it again.
CHAPTER THREE
Joanne went to work the next day with her mind made up. If she saw a man she liked, she'd let him know she was available. She was through sitting home alone at night and feeling horny while Mike was on the road. From now on all her nights would be filled with fun if she wanted it that way.
As usual many attractive and well-dressed men came into the restaurant, but Joanne didn't see one who really turned her on until her shift was almost over. She was beginning to wonder if she'd be taking anybody home with her that night, when a stunning-looking guy walked in and ordered lunch. He was about her own age, mid-twenties, a good six feet tall, and superbly built. Right away she wanted him.
And she let him know it. As she took his order and served his lunch, she kept brushing against him, and she leaned low to show him her deep cleavage and big silky-skinned tits. His eyes roamed hungrily over her tall curvy body, and she knew she'd gotten her message across. As he ate his lunch, his eyes followed her wherever she went.
Finally she went to leave the check, and the young man said, "I'd like to see more of you. When do you get off work?"
"In just about ten minutes," Joanne smiled.
He just nodded. She didn't know what he had in mind when he got up, paid his bill, and left the restaurant. The next time she saw him was as she boarded her bus for home. He got on, too, and sat somewhere behind her. When she got off near her apartment building, so did he, and he followed her right into the elevator. They both got off at her floor, and her heart began to pound.
Maybe she'd made a mistake. She hardly knew the guy, and he was acting kind of creepy. He hadn't said a word to her, just followed her at a distance. Now he was closing in, and she could hear his excited breathing as she unlocked her door. Nervously she stepped into the apartment, and he followed, closing the door and locking it. Joanne turned to him, prepared to throw him out if she had to.
"Sorry about that," he grinned, "but I just couldn't risk being seen with another woman. In about four days you'll read in the paper that I'm going to marry the mayor's daughter."
Joanne couldn't help laughing. "Now I recognize you," she grinned. "Your picture's been on the society page for months-with her, of course. So you're really going to get married?"
"Uh-huh," he said, "but that doesn't mean I can't have fun."
Ted Graham was his name, and he was a very successful attorney and well-known socialite. Joanne didn't really care about any of that, however. She just hoped he was good in bed. She made drinks for both of them, and they sat next to each other on the couch, rubbing thighs and occasionally kissing. Ted said he was free for a few hours, so there was no hurry. As he flirted with Joanne, he talked about his fiancee.
"Lois is a great girl," he sighed, "beautiful, smart, popular, and I know she'll be a terrific hostess and mother."
"But?" Joanne smiled, detecting the wistfulness in his voice.
"But she hates to fuck," he said, sighing even louder. "She only does it to please me. She lies there like a corpse. If our marriage is gonna work, she'll either have to change, or I'll have to have my fun on the side."
Joanne shook her head wonderingly. She just couldn't understand a woman who didn't like sex. Personally she couldn't ever get enough of it. Right now her famished pussy was fiery hot and swollen with need. She pressed her body closer and tighter against Ted's and licked and kissed her way up his neck. He caressed her big hot tits through her blouse and bra.
"Maybe it's time we took our clothes off," he suggested.
"Good idea," Joanne smiled. "Follow me."
She led the way into the bedroom. As she glanced at the specially built king-size bed, she thought of her husband, but not for long. She was too excited about getting to know this new man, finding out what he was like in bed. Quickly she and Ted took off their clothes, ogling each other's naked body. He was lean, well-muscled, and deeply tanned. Obviously he worked out every day.
As he lowered his shorts, Joanne's hungry eyes darted to his cock. It was a handsome seven-incher, hugging his flat belly in a fierce hard-on. His cock was so stiff, it hardly even quivered as he walked over to the bed. Joanne hurried to join him, her big round tits wobbling enticingly. They dived onto the bed and started kissing and caressing each other.
"This bed is huge," Ted laughed.
"So's my husband," Joanne said.
"Oh, okay," he said quickly, "we won't talk about that. But he's not likely to walk in on us, is he?"
"Not likely," Joanne said. "He's in Chicago."
Ted relaxed and cupped her big hot tits, hoisting and squeezing them. She reached for his rock-hard prick and eagerly pumped it. It was so nice to be with a man who took his time and didn't rush her. She liked being slowly aroused to a fever pitch of lust before she fucked. She could see that Ted felt the same way. He slowly and sensuously licked her nipples, lathering them with hot spit and coaxing them into long erect buds.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," Joanne sighed.
She fisted the big purple knob of his cock head and squeezed it, and hot juice spurted from his piss hole and wet her palm. She rubbed the sticky liquid all over the sensitive head of his prick, and he shivered lustily and oozed more molten cream into her hand. His hot juicy tongue flicked deliciously back and forth over her tender nipples, and she felt jolts of pleasure streaking right down to her heavily juicing twat.
"I don't know about you," Ted said hoarsely, "but I'm pretty ready."
"I'm only ready enough to scream," Joanne chuckled.
She was secretly a little disappointed that they hadn't taken longer with that delicious foreplay, but she figured they could make up for it later. She didn't argue when Ted took her long shapely legs and spread them wide open. He knelt between her splayed thighs and rubbed the rock-hard head of his prick over the swollen red flesh of her gash. She wriggled lustily and drenched his prick with hot cream.
"Hurry," she panted, "get into me."
"Christ," he sighed, "I wish Lois would say that."
"Pretend I'm Lois," Joanne suggested.
Ted grinned broadly. The idea obviously appealed to him. He shoved the bloated head of his cock into her tight but slippery cunt mouth, and she gasped with pleasure and soaked his prick-knob with another molten flood of cream. He grunted and pushed into her, cramming her greedily gripping box with thick throbbing meat. It was a heavenly sensation to Joanne, and she let him know it.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, stick your big ol' cock up my cunt," she whimpered lustily, "give it to me."
"You're getting every fuckin' inch, baby," he leered.
He wasn't kidding. He plowed his rigid cock into her till she felt it butting her womb and felt his huge hairy balls hitting her gash. His thick seven-incher pulsated hotly against every inch of her clinging cuntal tube. Her pretty face twisted in a grimace of pleasure, and she creamed steadily and helplessly, soaking his deeply-lodged dick.
"Feel good to you, baby?" he growled.
"Mmmmm, fantastic," she moaned.
She knew he was fantasizing her as his fiancee Lois. She didn't mind, just as long as she got a good fucking out of it. He stayed still for a moment, his prick lodged to the hilt in her steaming little twat, and then he gave a snarl of lust and started fucking her hard and fast, just the way she liked it best.
"Yessss, fuck meeee," she hissed.
She dug her nails into his shoulders and arched her pussy to take his pile-driving cock as deep as she could. She loved being stuffed and reamed with that thick hard pole of meat. His lean hard chest flattened her big hot tits, and his coarse-furred balls slapped her slit in a hard hungry rhythm. If his fiancee didn't like this kind of fucking, she had to be out of her mind.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, so damned good," Joanne whined.
She could have gone on for hours taking his hard-driving prick in her seething little fuck hole. It had to be the most wonderful sensation in the world, she thought, and she wouldn't get enough of it if she lived to be a hundred. With each deep hungry thrust of his cock, he battered her womb and gave her a powerful blast of pleasure. In less than a minute she was hovering on the very brink of coming.
"Unnnnhhhh, shit, Ted, you're fucking me so good," she whimpered.
"I'll give you about a year to stop saying that," he groaned.
He didn't get that kind of compliment from Lois, that was for sure. He was fucking Joanne like it was going out of style. She could feel his hard-muscled body getting hot and flushed with effort, and she saw beads of sweat forming on his forehead. But his pace didn't let up. He was a regular fucking machine, hammering his stiff prick into her again and again as the minutes passed.
"Ahhhh, my God, I'm going to come," Joanne panted. "Fuck it to me really hard, Ted, hard!"
His response was even better than she'd hoped for. He crammed his hands under her frantically churning ass, got a good grip, and held her in place as he fucked into her with all his strength and speed. He fucked her so hard, she expected her teeth to rattle. His belly smacked loudly against hers, and his cock was like a steel piston slamming in and out of her juicy red-hot cunt.
"Unnnhhhh, that's it, you big bastard, really fuck meeee," she wailed.
His stiff shaft was sawing roughly over her lust-inflamed clit, giving her big hot blasts of pleasure, and his thick cock was cramming her hungry box full of throbbing meat. With that kind of stimulation, she couldn't help coming even if she'd wanted to. Another couple of seconds and she felt herself spinning into a body-rocking orgasm.
"AHHHH, GOD, I'M COMING," she howled, "UNNNHHHH, YESSS, UNNNHHHHHH!"
Ted was groaning and panting as her spasming cunt went vise-tight around his dick, and she eagerly waited for the sizzling flood of his jizz. But he just kept right on fucking her as she came. His hammering cock made her climax doubly intense and delicious, but she was surprised that he didn't come right along with her the way Mike always did. When she finally came down from her orgasm, his cock was as stiff as ever.
"You didn't get off," she said wonderingly.
"It's way too soon," he grinned. "I'm just getting started. How about rolling over and cooking on the other side?"
Joanne laughed and obeyed. She wasn't going to look the gift horse in the mouth. She wriggled off the thick impalement of his rigid prick and rolled over onto her hands and knees. Breathing harshly, Ted knelt behind her and worked her pretty little ass into the position he wanted, raised and pointing up in the air. That way her luscious pink slit was fully exposed to his hungry eyes.
He wedged the huge knobby head of his cock between her swollen cunt lips and paused that way, his prick just an inch inside her. After just a few seconds she began to writhe and whimper for more, jerking her hips and trying to skewer herself more deeply on his cock. Hot pearly juice overflowed her aroused cunt and leaked down her thighs. He knew for certain now that the girl wasn't faking her urgent lust.
"Unnnhhhh, don't tease me," she pleaded, "stick your cock in me. I need to be fucked so badly, Ted."
He gave a snort of lust and crammed his cock to the hilt in her juice-slick little fuck tunnel. As she felt her cunt stuffed with the hot throbbing meat, Joanne wailed in ecstasy and flooded his prick with a huge steaming rush of juice. He grasped her slim hips and began fucking into her as deep and hard and fast as before, giving her exactly the kind of fucking she craved. She dug her nails into the bedspread and whimpered in ecstasy.
That was when the phone rang.
"DAMN!" Joanne gasped.
"Go ahead and answer it," Ted said calmly. "I won't get bored." He sawed his lust-swollen cock greedily up and down in her slippery, clinging box.
Joanne answered, and it was Mike, anxiously calling from Chicago. "Honey, where were you last night?" he demanded. "I kept phoning till midnight, and you didn't answer."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mike," Joanne said. "I went to a movie. I mean, you can't expect me just to sit home all the time when you're gone."
"No, I guess not," he admitted, "but I was worried about you. You gonna stay home tonight?"
"Yes, Mike," she sighed. It was getting hard for her to talk. Her excitement was mounting rapidly as Ted fucked into her harder and harder.
"What are you gonna do?" Mike persisted. "Read? Watch TV?"
"Oh, I thought I might fuck the janitor," she said.
"What?" Mike exclaimed. "This must be a bad connection. What did you say, honey?"
"AHHHH," Joanne moaned.
Still fucking her hard and fast, Ted had reached around her and grabbed her clit. He gave the ultrasensitive organ an expert prolonged squeeze, and she almost came, the pleasure was so intense and unexpected. Now he was rhythmically kneading her clit, giving her hot pleasure-shocks, and she hadn't been able to stifle that one hoarse cry of ecstasy.
"Joanne?" Mike cried. "What in hell's happening?"
"Oh, I, uh, just spilled a cold drink in my lap," she said feebly. "I guess I better let you go, darling. This is costing you money."
"Okay, baby," Mike said, "see you in a few days."
Joanne hung up with a sigh of relief. It was impossible to talk on the phone and fully enjoy Ted's steady hard fucking-especially when the caller was her husband. Now she completely surrendered herself to pleasure, clawing the bed and squealing as Ted's iron-hard cock reamed and stuffed her greedy little pussy hole. She quickly forgot her husband and the fact that she was a married woman.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me," she moaned.
"How's your husband tonight?" Ted teased.
"Oh, shut up, Ted," she groaned, "and just fuck me."
He laughed and started kneading her clit again, matching the rhythm of his deep-plowing cock. Joanne just couldn't resist that kind of pleasure. With both her cunt and her clit stimulated, she spun helplessly towards another body-blasting climax. Her thick molten cream overflowed her crammed twat and gushed down her thighs. She tightened her cunt around his jerking prick and felt delicious friction.
"Ooooo, it's so good," she shrieked.
His thick cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed and probed in her juice-filled box. That noise just increased her wicked excitement as she took the hammering cock of a near stranger. She dug her nails into the bed to keep from being knocked over by the force of his fucking. A few more seconds and she was over the edge, coming violently.
"WHHAAAHHHH, AHHHHHHH, I'M COMING!" she wailed.
Again she waited for the sizzling flood of his come, but he just went on fucking her as hard as ever. Powerful pleasure spasms shook her body, and she lost herself in the ecstasy of coming. But when she finally went limp, she was astonished to feel his cock still jerking inside her, as hard and ready as ever.
"You still didn't come," she said.
"I'm not in a hurry," he grinned, "are you?"
"No," Joanne admitted.
"Good," he said, pulling out, "why don't you sit on my cock for awhile?"
Joanne turned around and saw that he'd flopped onto his back and his magnificent seven-inch prick was standing straight up, blue veins bulging on the engorged shaft. She hurried to straddle him, her knees hugging his hips, and she plunged the juice-slick mouth of her cunt down around his stiff-standing boner. She pushed till she felt his hard knobby cock head slamming her womb.
"Ahhhh, yeah," he groaned, "your pussy's nice an' hot. Wish Lois' pussy'd get like that."
"Let's leave Lois out of this," Joanne suggested.
"And your husband," Ted added.
She grinned and nodded, and he seized her slim waist and started hammering his big hard cock in her velvety little pussy hole. She could tell he was enjoying the view. With her sitting on top of him like that, he could watch her luscious big tits quivering and bouncing, and he could see her pretty face twisting in a grimace of pleasure. Most exciting of all to him, he could watch his thick blue-veined prick slamming in and out between her dark-furred cunt lips.
"Unnnhhhh, yesss, fuck meee," she hissed.
Again he had all the proof he wanted that this girl wasn't faking her pleasure. Her gripping cunt sucked and squeezed his prick, and it was hot as a blast furnace. She was creaming uncontrollably, the molten liquid overflowing her crammed box and gushing down her inner thighs. As he fucked into her, she squealed and moaned with ecstasy. She was the exact opposite of his frigid, unmoving fiancee. He started fucking into her even harder, and she wailed with delight.
"Ohhhh, yes, really give it to me, Ted," she moaned, "fuck me forever."
For a split second Ted wished it was Joanne he was marrying, not Lois. But Lois was great in every other way, and she was crazy about him. He'd just do his best to be happy, which wouldn't be hard at all if he was always fucking girls like Joanne on the side. He snorted lustily and pistoned his lust-engorged prick in her deliciously snug slick box. Her thick eyelashes fluttered, and then she screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy.
"Ohhhh, God, I don't believe this," she whimpered, "but I'm coming again. OHHHHH, YESSS, AAAAHHHHHH!"
Her convulsing cunt went vise-tight around his prick, just as it had done before when she came. Again he was tempted to come along with her, then changed his mind. He didn't have much time left. He'd soon be due at Lois' parents' house for dinner. So he wanted to enjoy Joanne's luscious hot cunt as long as he could. He kept fucking into her hard as she came.
"Unnnhhhh, I'm coming so good," she moaned.
He waited till she'd finished coming, then gently rolled her onto her back. He pulled her over to the side of the bed till her beautifully-shaped ass rested just on the edge. Then he got to the floor, stood there between her thighs, and tucked her legs under his arms, holding her like she was a wheelbarrow. Joanne studied the position and laughed.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it," Ted grinned.
He slammed his stiff prick into her hard, and she gasped and drenched the granite column of meat with scalding floods of juice. Again he fucked into her like a machine, hard and deep and steady, and she wondered where he got his stamina. They'd been fucking for almost an hour now, and he showed no signs of tiring. Not that she was knocking it! She gurgled with pleasure as she took his plowing cock in her greedy little cunt.
"Unnnhhhh, Ted, you big bastard, you're fucking me crazy," she whimpered.
"I'll have to get off this time," he sighed. "I've gotta go have dinner with my future in-laws."
"At least you'll arrive well-fucked," Joanne leered.
"Baby, you can say that again," he grinned.
Now he fucked into her as hard and fast as he could, no longer concerned to hold out. He felt her red-hot little cunt tighten around his jackhammering prick, then start to spasm, and he knew she was coming again. This time she didn't come alone. He felt his balls spurt their steaming load, and his cock jerked and began to flood her cunt with molten jizz. He fucked into her with lightning speed.
"UNNNHHHH, FUCK, AWWWW!" he roared.
"Cream me, Ted, AHHHH!" Joanne wailed.
Afterward she politely wished him good luck with his marriage, and he said he hoped things would work out for her. They knew they'd never see each other again, because they didn't really want to get involved with other people. Joanne still loved Mike and had no intention of leaving him. She just needed the one thing he wasn't giving her-plenty of hot hard fucking. But that was no problem any more. She knew just how to get all the fucking she wanted.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was Friday evening, and Joanne didn't have to work the next day. She decided to celebrate by going out and picking up the most attractive man she could find. She'd never just blatantly picked up a man before, but she figured it was high time she learned how to do it.
She dressed carefully, choosing a clinging evening gown that was cut very low in front, showing off her big ripe tits. The short snug skirt emphasized her pert little ass and nice long legs. She brushed her long black hair till it shined and let it hang loose to her waist. Studying the results in the mirror, she knew she'd have no trouble finding someone to take her to bed. The question was, could she find somebody who really turned her on?
She went into an expensive-looking cocktail lounge and practically had to swat the men off like flies. They bought her drinks, lingered beside her table, sent her notes. It was an embarrassment of riches, she decided, because a lot of these guys were very attractive and obviously had money. But there was one man who didn't approach her, and that intrigued her.
He was maybe fifty years old, average height, a thick head of silver hair, and he was wearing a perfectly tailored three-piece suit. He was clearly well-off, but he didn't look like anybody special. In fact he was kind of homely. Yet for some reason Joanne couldn't take her eyes off him. He didn't look her way, just sipped his drink and smoked a thin cigar. While she gawked at him, the waitress came up and spoke to her in a low voice.
"That man you're looking at is Leonard Ripley," the girl said, "and he's one of the wealthiest men in town. He'd like you to join him."
Her curiosity was overwhelming, and she agreed. Up close, Leonard Ripley looked just as average as before. "How do you do?" he said politely. "You may call me Len."
"I'm Joanne," she said, shaking hands.
"Fine, Joanne," he said, "let's have one more drink and then go to my place. I assume two hundred dollars will take care of it."
Joanne raised her eyebrows. "I'm not what you think," she said.
"But you'll go with me anyway?" he smiled.
"Well, yes."
"Then what's the difference?" he laughed. "You could use the money, couldn't you?"
Before Joanne could answer, he was signaling the waitress for another round of drinks. He might look homely and average, but he was definitely a take-over, in-charge guy. She wondered how he'd made his money. It must have involved being in charge of other people, because he was very good at it. She'd had her second drink almost before she knew what was happening, and she was feeling a little tipsy.
"Let's go," Len said, tossing out a five-dollar bill for a tip.
He led her out to a long black chauffeured limousine where the bored driver was reading a comic book. But the man quickly hid the magazine and snapped to attention. Len said something to him in a low voice that Joanne didn't catch. And then they were driven to a part of the city she wasn't familiar with, a new section crowded with expensive high-rise apartment buildings.
They got off at one of these buildings and rode the elevator to the penthouse. Joanne was so impressed with the place, she couldn't speak for a moment. It felt like she was sinking ankle-deep in the shag rug, and there was a fantastic view of the city. Len made them a couple of drinks and motioned her to the couch. Her eyes widened even more.
The couch was weird, that was the only word for it. It was round, with no arms and no back, like a great big overstuffed cookie. Joanne perched on one edge, and Len sat down right beside her, their thighs rubbing. Deliberately he pushed her skirt up to the top of her thighs and admired her shapely tan legs, almost as if he were studying a new piece of furniture or a nice painting.
"You're a very attractive young woman," he said, "and you say you're not a hooker?"
"That's right," Joanne said, gulping her drink.
"Well, that might be an interesting change," Len said, tossing off his drink. "Undress for me, please."
Joanne decided she was past being surprised by this guy. She'd just play it by ear, do what he said, and as long as it was fun, fine. She stood up and kicked off her shoes, then worked down the zipper at the back of her dress. She let the dress float to the floor and stepped out of it wearing her matching black lace bikini bra and panties, nothing else. Len's eyes focused appreciatively on her tall curvy body.
"What do you do for a living?" he asked.
"I'm a waitress," Joanne said, "and a wife."
"What a waste of talent," he said.
Joanne had to agree that her talent was wasted as a wife. Mike didn't begin to tap all the lust that was stored up in her seething pussy. Right now she was feeling wickedly turned on as she stripped for a man who was almost a total stranger to her. She whisked off her bra and showed him her cantaloupe-size tits and big pink nipples. Then she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started inching down the little garment.
Len sat calmly at the edge of the couch, his eyes focused intently on her crotch. He watched the first coal-black pussy curls pop into view, and soon he was studying the pretty little triangle of her bush. She let her panties slither down her legs and stepped out of them naked. She stood there letting him ogle her body, and she felt her lust growing to fever pitch.
Finally he said, "Come here. Undress me."
If he'd been any other man, Joanne would have told him to go fuck himself, but somehow she got off on taking orders from Len. She strode over to him, her big ripe tits wobbling, and she knelt and removed his shoes and socks. Then they stood and she took off his jacket, tie, vest and shirt. He was wearing many more clothes than she had, and it took her awhile to peel them away.
For a man his age, he was in superb shape, lean and tan and well-muscled-Her fingers quivered with excitement as she unzipped his pants and let them drop. The fly of his jockey shorts was sharply tented. Quickly she worked down his shorts and helped him step out of them. His six-inch prick was stiff as steel, hugging his flat belly and bulging with blue veins.
"Lie down," he instructed. "Bend your knees and let your legs fall wide open."
Joanne obeyed, getting insanely excited from following his curt commands. She didn't know what it was about this guy. You wouldn't even notice him in a crowd, yet his voice had the power to make her obey, to turn her on like mad. She stretched out on her back on that ridiculous round couch, bent her knees, and let her legs drop open. Len stood there looking at her lewdly exposed pussy.
"Nice," he said, nodding in approval, "very nice. Stay just as you are, and I'll be right back."
He left the room and quickly returned with a camera. "Oh, no," Joanne gasped, "no pictures, please."
"You can put a hand over your face," he said, "but it doesn't matter-I'm not going to photograph your face. I happen to be a pussy collector."
He said it all in such a calm, business-like way that she had to laugh. And the idea of having her naked pussy photographed added to her naughty arousal. She remained like she was, legs fully spread, moist pink slit exposed to the light of the room, and Len got into position with his camera. He started taking flash pictures of her gash.
Joanne felt her pussy starting to cream. What a ham, she thought, right on cue. Len's camera was a very expensive model, and she knew it was picking up that glistening stream of juice that oozed from her cunt mouth and down over the tiny puckered opening of her shitter. That camera wasn't missing anything. That was going to be quite a collection of shots when he finished.
"Who does your developing?" she laughed.
Len gave a snort of amusement and said, "I do it myself. I used to send them out, but people kept stealing samples."
"Do you have lots of photos like that?" she asked.
"Hundreds," he said. "I'll show them to you."
He put aside the camera and pulled a cord that opened tall drapes on one side of the enormous living room. She'd assumed those drapes covered another window, but they were covering a wall plastered with photos. Photos of pussies-and nothing else. Joanne gawked. There weren't any faces in the pictures, but there were so many different colors of pussy fur that she knew dozens of women were represented.
"Rather impressive, don't you think?" Len beamed.
"Oh, yes, indeed," Joanne said.
What kind of nut had she gotten herself mixed up with? She'd come here with him hoping for a rousing good fuck, and now it seemed all he wanted to do was take pictures of her snatch. That was amusing, even exciting, but it did nothing to ease the burning need in her pussy. She wondered if she had time to go back downtown and try picking up another man-a normal one this time.
That was when Len walked over to the couch, crawled between her legs, and started eating her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Joanne gasped.
"I hope you don't mind," he said politely, "but pussy-eating is what I like to do best. I seem to be obsessed with pussies."
"Oh, go right ahead," Joanne said weakly.
He might be weird, but he sure knew how to give head. She decided to postpone her departure for awhile. She lay there quivering with pleasure as Len expertly tongued her slit, lashing every inch of it with the hot juicy meat. He explored the hot folds and crannies of her pussy and -rimmed the drooling mouth of her cunt. He took his time, savoring the flavor of her tangy molten gash. Joanne adored his leisurely, sensual tonguing.
"Mmmmm, that's so good," she sighed.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, "because I'm not going to stop for a long time."
Joanne gave an ecstatic gurgle and relaxed completely. It was heavenly to think that a man might go on for hours eating her pussy. The sensations were exquisite, and she'd be happy to lie there all night if he wanted her to. She began to cream heavily and helplessly, the hot juice spilling from her cunt and dribbling down the crack of her ass. Len lathered every inch of her seething pussy with his hot spit.
Then he folded apart the dark-furred lips of her bush and isolated the pea-size lump of her clit. Using the stiff tip of his tongue, he stabbed at the round red bud, giving Joanne delicious shocks of pleasure. Her clit responded fast, swelling into its own tiny hard-on and becoming twice as sensitive as before. Len began lashing the engorged button with his tongue.
"Ahhhh, yessss," Joanne moaned, "lick my clit, Len, make me come."
She dug her nails into the couch and kept her legs wide apart, giving him all the room he needed. His hot breath fanned her pussy, adding to her arousal, and his bobbing chin pressed and rubbed her greedy cunt mouth. He whipped his big wet tongue hard over her clit, giving her a rough tonguing that drove her wild with excitement. Her uncontrollably gushing twat juice soaked his chin and cheeks.
"Eeeeeee, it's so good!" she screeched. Every time she let him know how she felt, he got more aroused, tonguing her clit faster and harder, his breathing getting harsher. It must be an exciting change for him to be going down on a nonprofessional, not a hooker. Joanne's responses were real, not faked, and he knew that his whipping tongue was truly driving her into a frenzy of pleasure. He growled and snorted and snuffled, lewd noises that increased her hot arousal.
And over his body she could see that entire huge wall of pussy pictures. It turned her on outrageously to look at all those glistening fur-fringed gashes. She studied them one by one as Len tongue-lashed her clit. She felt her whole body flushing with lust, her big tits going engorged and stiff-nippled. Another few seconds and she was hovering on the very brink of climax.
"Unnnhhhh, Len, make me come," she moaned, "I just have to come."
She was wriggling so lustily, he could hardly stay on target, so he shoved his hands under her churning ass and held her in place. Then he clamped his lips around her slick engorged joy button and started sucking her off. Joanne screamed with ecstasy and almost flew off the couch. Hot blasts of pleasure ripped through her swollen slit.
"Unnnhhh, yes, you're doing it to me," she whimpered, "I'M COMING, WHHAAHHH!"
She came violently, almost blacking out with the pleasure of it. Len knew exactly how to suck her into a monster of an orgasm, kneading her squirting clit between his greedy lips and giving her blast after blast of hot sensation. She came for a full minute before falling back limp and gasping. Len raised his head from her steaming pussy and wiped some of her thick pearly come-juice from his face.
"Mmmmm, Len, that was fantastic," Joanne sighed gratefully. "I came so hard."
"That was just for openers," he leered. "I'm just hitting my stride."
He dived for her snatch again, and this time she felt him thrusting his long stiff tongue up her cunt. It was a sensation she loved, that thick slippery meat probing and cramming every inch of her seething little fuck hole. He stuffed it into her right to the root, his nose rubbing her clit, his chin pressing the sensitive mouth of her asshole. Everywhere in her pussy she was deliciously stimulated.
"Ahhhh, yessss, eat me out," she whimpered, "I love everything you're doing to me, Len."
She wasn't exaggerating in the least. She couldn't imagine a more exciting way to spend the evening than to have her pussy endlessly eaten by an expert. And Len was an expert, no question about that. He'd probably gone down on hundreds of women, and he knew just what felt best. Now he began plowing his tongue in cock-like motions, cramming and reaming her thirsty cunt, and she gurgled in ecstasy.
"My God, yes, fuck me with your tongue," she squealed.
Len cupped her hot churning ass globes and held her lower body in place as he ate out her tangy-tasting cunt. She could feel him literally drooling into her twat in his eagerness to tongue up all her juice. She'd never had a man do that before, and it was incredibly exciting. So what if he was a pussy freak? She didn't mind at all. She screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy as his plowing tongue gave her hit after hit of sweet sensation.
"Unnnhhhh, it's so damned good, Len," she whimpered, "you're driving me crazy with it."
She couldn't even imagine her husband taking this much time just to go down on her. If she was with Mike, they'd be fucked and finished by now. But she dismissed Mike from her mind. He was another part of her life, and tonight she wanted to think of nothing but how great it felt to have Len's expertly probing tongue deep in her box. She felt herself spinning irresistibly towards another hot climax.
"Ahhhh, shit, you're doing it to me so good," she moaned.
Thick streams of musky cream overflowed her tongue-filled twat and gushed down the crack of her ass. She had her head thrown back, dark hair cascading over the couch, and her pretty face was contorted in a grimace of pleasure. Len's silver head bobbed up and down between her widely parted legs, meeting the raven-black hair of her bush. A few more deep hard thrusts of his tongue, and she was over the edge.
"UNNNHHH, MY GOD, I'M COMING, AAAHHHHHH!" she wailed.
Len felt her strong-muscled young cunt squeezing his tongue almost flat as it went into a violent string of pleasure spasms. She drenched his face with molten come-juice, and he eagerly tongued up the tangy cream. He couldn't get all of it, though, and some of it escaped, flooding down the cleft of her ass. Len went after it, whipping his big wet tongue over the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter.
"Ooooo!" Joanne squealed.
She hadn't realized her asshole was so sexy feeling. She'd hardly finished coming, but already she was hotly aroused again as Len lashed his juicy tongue over the wrinkled opening of her brownie. He noted her excitement right away, and he stuck the pointed tip of his tongue right into her hot little shitter, wriggling it inside maybe an inch.
"Ohhhh, my God!" Joanne gasped.
She'd never felt anything so wickedly arousing in her life as Len's long slippery tongue snaking up her asshole. He crammed it all the way into her, right to the root, and she almost blacked out with the pleasure of it. She creamed hugely, helplessly, as he began jerking his stiff tongue up and down in her sensitive pencil-thin shitter.
"Yessss, ohhhh, YESSSS!" she hissed.
Len was tongue-fucking her asshole roughly, deeply, and she was going out of her mind with pleasure. Not even in her horniest fantasies had she pictured a man eating out her shitter, but it was the most exciting sensation she'd ever known. She arched her body, taking his plowing tongue as deep as she could, and in no time at all she was coming again, her big-titted body bucking violently.
"Ahhhhhh, that's it, I'M COMING!" she howled. "Uunnnhhh, Len, I LOVE IT!"
Her tiny hot shitter went into spasms, just like her cunt did when she came, squeezing and releasing his tongue in a hard steady rhythm. Len pulled out and watched her coming, knowing she was for real, not just putting on a hooker's act. Her beautiful face was twisted in a grimace of ecstasy, and a thick stream of come-cream gushed from her cunt. At last she went still and looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes.
"My God, Len," she sighed, "I don't think I can take any more. Let me do something for you now."
"Just what I was going to suggest," he leered. "How about going down on me?"
Joanne sat up eagerly and knelt by him as he stretched out on his back. His handsome six-incher stood up stiff as a steel post, pointing at the ceiling and drooling thick streams of juice. She bent low, fisted the fat hairy base of his prick, and crammed the rest of it into her mouth.
"Ahhhh, yes, suck my cock," Len groaned.
Joanne crammed more than half his bloated dick into her boiling-hot mouth, eager for the taste of his juice. She caved in her cheeks sharply and raised her tongue, sheathing his engorged prick in hot juicy flesh. She sucked with a strong vacuum pressure, drawing the hot salty juice right out of his piss hole, and he groaned and shivered with pleasure and fed her hot globs of the thick liquid.
"Unnnhhhh, yes, SUCK!" he growled.
Joanne eagerly gulped down his tasty juice till she'd cleaned his big gleaming cock head. Then she wriggled the stiff tip of her tongue deep into his piss hole and reamed out more hot cream. Len lost control of himself, grabbed her head, and held it down as he started fucking her mouth. He jerked his lust-swollen cock over her slippery tongue and into the back of her throat.
"Get ready to eat my load, baby," he panted, "I'm gonna give you about a ton of come."
Joanne drooled hotly all over his prick as he warned her of the explosion that was about to take place. She gave muffled moans of excitement as he furiously pumped his dick in her hot wet mouth. Then he stiffened, shuddered violently, and groaned. She felt the first sizzling blast of his come against the back of her throat.
"AWWWW, CHRIST, I'M COMING!" he bellowed.
Joanne let his salty-tasting jizz collect in her mouth till her cheeks bulged, greedily storing it up and savoring the flavor. Then she gulped it down just in time to get another sizzling mouthful. Len was coming like crazy, filling her mouth again and again with his squirting come-juice. She sucked him dry and licked her lips to get the very last delicious drops.
After she'd left, it occurred to her that they hadn't even fucked. She felt disappointed for a moment, then thought, What the hell? It didn't really matter, they'd had such fun. Len had shown her that there were whole worlds of sex out there which she hadn't explored yet, hundreds of new and different ways to enjoy a man. She just hoped she got to try them all.
CHAPTER FIVE
Joanne decided to go out again on Saturday night. No point in sitting home alone when she could be having fun in bed with an attractive new man. Mike might phone and wonder where she was, but she could always tell him she'd been at the movies. Again she put on her low-cut clinging evening dress and looked for a chic cocktail lounge.
As soon as she found a suitable-looking place and sat down, men began staring at her and sending over drinks. It was a lot like last night, only there were more women and more couples in the place. Joanne didn't mind. She saw that she'd still have no trouble finding a man. But one of the women kept staring at her till it started making her nervous.
In the dim light Joanne couldn't make her out very well. The woman sat alone at a small table, and she was young, petite and blonde. She kept looking at Joanne intently, and she didn't look hostile, only curious. Joanne finally took a pretend trip to the powder room so she could pass close to the woman and get a better look at her.
As she passed her, both women gasped.
"Joanne!" the blonde exclaimed. "I thought that was you."
"Oh, my gosh-Trish!" Joanne cried.
Trish Williams was the wife of one of Mike's teammates. She and Joanne often met at parties and home games. It was very embarrassing for Joanne to have Trish catch her out on the prowl, but on the other hand, what was Trish doing here alone? Her husband was on the road with the team, just like Mike was.
"Will you join me, please, Joanne?" Trish said. "I feel weird sitting here by myself. And men keep pestering me."
"Sure," Joanne sighed.
There went her evening, unless Trish soon got tired and left. But she had no excuse not to join the other woman, so she fetched her drink and sat down. "So what brings you here tonight?" she asked.
"Oh, I was just bored," Trish sighed. "I mean, the guys are away so much, right? And I got tired of sitting home reading and watching the tube. I felt-I don't know, restless, I guess."
"I know the feeling," Joanne said. "That's why I'm here, too."
"Oh, yeah?" Trish smiled. "Then we should start going out together, Joanne. We could keep each other company."
Joanne almost groaned. She sure as hell didn't need another woman along when she was hunting for men. It began to look as if she'd have no choice but to tell Trish the truth about why she was here. How else would she discourage her from tagging along? But she couldn't just come right out and say she was trying to get laid. She'd have to work into it more gently.
"Look, Trish, let me ask you something personal," she said. "When the guys are away, besides feeling bored and restless, don't you ever feel horny?"
Trish reddened a little and giggled, but she answered, "Yeah, I really do. It's awful sometimes. Do you feel horny, too, Joanne?"
She let that sink in. Trish's pretty face slowly turned beet red, and her blue eyes got huge. She licked her lips and said, "Uh, you mean to pick up a man?"
"Ummm-hmmm," Joanne smiled.
"And, uh, fuck him?" Trish said.
"Ummm-hmmm."
"Oh, WOW!" Trish exclaimed, breaking into an impish grin, "what a terrific idea. Have you found anybody yet?"
Joanne almost choked on her drink. She hadn't expected her friend's response to be so enthusiastic. "Yes, I've found several men this way," she said, "and they were all fantastic in bed."
Trish let out an envious moan. "Boy, I wish I had your nerve," she said. "I've been sitting here for an hour telling all these guys to leave me alone, and all the time I've been wondering how they'd be in the sack."
"Well, Trish, if you really want to do it, there's nothing to it," Joanne said. "All you have to do is say yes."
"What if our husbands find out?" Trish said.
"How can they, if we don't tell these men our last names and only see them once?" Joanne said.
Trish downed her drink and ordered another round for the two of them. Joanne could see that she was getting very excited. Her brain must be humming with sexy fantasies. And Joanne was getting excited, too, because she was starting to realize what wild action she might see if she had another woman along on her adventures. They could pick up two guys instead of one, share them. If only Trish was willing!
"See those two guys over there?" Trish said, as if reading her mind.
"Ummm-hmmm, I've had my eye on them," Joanne grinned.
There were two extremely attractive men in their mid-twenties sitting at the bar and chatting. They were nicely dressed, probably young businessmen, and very sexy-looking. Joanne imagined getting those two guys in a motel room and all the kinky things that could happen. Her pussy was suddenly soaking wet and fiery hot. She could tell from Trish's hot eyes and flushed face that she shared her arousal.
"Should we do it?" Joanne grinned.
"Let's do it," Trish said.
Just then one of the men glanced their way, and they both gave him big smiles of invitation. The next thing they knew, the two young men were at their table. The lean dark-haired one, Nick, seemed to prefer Trish, and the husky blond guy, Kurt, was ogling Joanne. After a few moments of chatter, Nick made the pitch for both him and his buddy.
"How'd you girls like to go somewhere more private and share a bottle of champagne?" he asked.
"Sounds great," Trish purred.
And that was how, half an hour after they bumped into each other, Trish and Joanne found themselves in a motel room with two strange men, about to commit adultery. Both girls were excited and horny, and the first-rate champagne just increased their arousal. They kicked off their shoes and lounged on the one king-size bed. It seemed odd that Nick had hired a room with only one bed, but it did offer exciting possibilities.
"Why don't you girls get comfortable?" Kurt suggested. "You don't want to wrinkle your clothes."
"We'll get comfortable if you will," Joanne grinned.
"Good idea, baby," Nick leered. He started unknotting his tie.
Trish and Joanne exchanged grins, then started to undress. There was silence in the room as the four people took off their clothes and ogled each other. Joanne found herself just as aroused by Trish's body as by the men's. Trish had a luscious curvy little figure with high-riding apple-size tits and a pretty little puff of golden bush fur. She looked fragile and sexy at the same time.
Both Nick and Kurt were well-hung, and both had stiff cocks. When everybody was naked, they all got onto the bed, Nick pulling Trish into his arms and giving her deep hot tongue kisses, while Kurt pulled Joanne next to him and began fondling her big hot tits. It was just like her wicked fantasy, all of them getting it on in the same room-and even on the same bed. Her hotly aroused twat gushed steaming juice.
Kurt dipped his head down, caught her right nipple between his lips, and began sucking on it. "Mmmmm, yesss," Joanne sighed, "suck my tit, Kurt, I just love that."
At the sound of her voice, both Nick and Trish turned to look. Joanne wasn't embarrassed at all. Thanks to the champagne, and thanks to being horny all day, she was actually turned on by having an audience. Her thick-lashed eyes fluttered and her red-glossed mouth twisted in a lusty grin as Kurt noisily sucked her stiffening nipple.
"Want me to do that to you?" Nick leered at Trish.
She giggled and nodded.
Nick rolled her onto her back and started sucking her pretty little red nipples with a loud lewd slurping noise. Trish gasped, then moaned with delight as her nipples went erect and engorged in his hot mouth. Joanne was having the same experience, her big pink cones lengthening and stiffening in Kurt's steaming mouth. The other girls glanced at each other, their hot eyes revealing their arousal.
"Aren't you glad we did this?" Joanne grinned. "Oh, wow, I sure am," Trish sighed. "You ever do it before?" Joanne asked. "Not till tonight," Trish confessed. "What about you?"
"Not till a few days ago," Joanne said.
It was the same for both of them. Trish was recently married, too, and she must have just gotten to the point of being fed up with her husband's frequent absences. Just like Joanne, she had more natural lust than he could satisfy, and she couldn't stand sitting home alone while her hungry pussy burned with need. If she hadn't run into Joanne, she might not be committing adultery tonight-but she would have, sooner or later.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," Trish squealed as Nick loudly sucked her spit-soaked nipples.
Kurt had already sucked Joanne's big tits into taut arousal, and now he was moving on to new territory, kissing and licking his way down her sleek hot body. He kissed right into the soft black curls of her bush, stimulating the pouting mound beneath, and Joanne gushed a molten load of cream from her famished cunt. She drew her legs open wide and bent them at the knees, completely exposing her glistening pink slit to the light of the room. Kurt ogled it and grinned.
"Mmmmm, a midnight snack, just for me," he leered.
Again Nick and Trish looked to see what the other couple was doing, and they saw Joanne lying there with her legs wantonly spread and bent, her juicy fur-fringed pussy totally exposed. Kurt crawled between her legs and lay belly-down, his lips within an inch of her pretty pink slit. His big tongue shot out, and he began lashing the swollen flesh of her gash. Joanne lurched and moaned.
"Ohhhh, God, yes," she moaned, "eat my pussy, Kurt, I just can't get enough of that."
Trish gave a lusty shiver in Nick's arms, and he knew she wanted some of what the other girl was getting. Chuckling, he rolled her over again, onto her hands and knees, and approached her from behind. Her slit was moist, pink, and fringed with delicate golden curls, delicious-looking. He snaked out his tongue and began lapping the tangy-tasting flesh, and Trish gave a shrill squeal of delight.
"Ooooo, yeah, lick meeee," she cried.
Now it was Joanne and Kurt's turn to look and stare. They saw Trish crouched on her hands and knees, her luscious-looking little ass stuck up in the air, while Nick knelt behind her and tonguewhipped her pussy. Joanne felt outrageously turned on. She'd never watched another couple getting it on before, and she hadn't realized how exciting it would be. She creamed furiously, feeding Kurt a big mouthful of musky cunt cream.
"It's getting to you, isn't it?" he chuckled.
"It sure is," Joanne said hoarsely.
"Nick and I like to operate this way," he explained. "It's more fun for everybody if there's two couples, don't you think?"
"I have to agree," Joanne grinned. She wriggled her hips impatiently.
"And now you'd like me to shut up and go on eating your pussy," Kurt laughed.
"You're a mind reader," Joanne purred.
He dived for her steaming slit again and clamped his firm lips around her lust-swollen clit. The move was unexpected, and Joanne howled with excitement as he began noisily sucking her off. Her ultrasensitive joy button was squeezed and kneaded between his expertly-sucking lips, and she felt hot blasts of pleasure ripping through her pussy.
"Unnnhhhh, yes, suck meeee!" she shrieked.
She threw back her head and gurgled and squealed with pleasure as Kurt loudly sucked her clit. He was making an obscene slurping and snuffling sound that echoed through the room. It got Nick and Trish very excited. Nick crammed his big stiff tongue up the little blonde's cunt, and she clawed into the bedspread and screeched in ecstasy as she felt her horny twat stuffed with throbbing meat.
"Ooooo, shit, yes!" she cried.
"What's he doing?" Joanne couldn't help asking. The champagne and the horniness had made her lose her shyness.
"He's sticking his tongue up my cunt, fucking me with it," Trish whimpered, digging her nails into the bedspread. "Ooooo, it's so damned good."
"Mmmmm, so's this," Joanne moaned. "He's sucking my clit, sucking me off."
With the girls exchanging notes, the men knew each other's plans, and it became a friendly contest to see who could get his woman off first. Nick expertly plunged his long stiff tongue up and down in Trish's snug little fuck hole, and Kurt sucked furiously on Joanne's juice-slick joy button. Both girls were hoarse with pleasure, screaming and howling as they spun toward urgently-needed orgasms.
"Ohhhh, my God, OHHHHHH!" Joanne cried.
"Unnnhhhh, shit, I LOVE IT!" Trish shrieked.
Joanne had been horny since the minute she woke up, and right now she felt like she'd die if she didn't come soon. She arched her hips and shoved her greedy clit even farther between Kurt's sucking lips. She whimpered and clawed the bed as she felt his hot lips squeezing and tugging at her lustengorged love bud. Then suddenly her body was exploding in pleasure.
Both men got faces full of gushing come-juice as the girls howled and came. Nick pulled back and watched Trish's tiny cunt mouth leaking thick streams of the pearly liquid, and Kurt raised his head and watched the molten juice pour from Joanne's tight little cuntal opening. The two buddies did a lot of fucking together, and one of their favorite things was to watch women come.
"We got a couple of live ones tonight," Nick said eagerly as they observed the girls' violent climaxes.
"Beautiful, too," Kurt said appreciatively. "We really lucked out this time."
Joanne was the first to come down from her body-rocking high, and she discovered she was still achingly horny. That violent climax had only whetted her appetite for more. And what she wanted more than anything was to feel a big rock-hard cock pounding in her lusty little pussy hole. She held out her arms to Kurt and looked at him pleadingly.
"Please fuck me, Kurt," she said hoarsely. "I need it right now."
"I'll have to consult my appointment book," Kurt said.
"Kurt, you asshole," Nick laughed, "if you don't fuck her, I will."
"Oh, well, in that case-" Kurt began.
He didn't finish the sentence. Instead he threw himself onto Joanne's sleek big-titted body and crammed his cock to the hilt in her juice-slick cunt. He shuddered with pleasure as he felt his engorged prick sheathed in molten clinging flesh. Joanne took the rough deep thrust of his cock with a husky moan of pleasure and drenched his prick with sizzling juice.
"God, yes, get into me," she whimpered, "fuck me with your big hard cock."
Kurt's trim ass began to knot and jerk in a steady hard rhythm as he pistoned his thick boner in her eagerly offered box. Watching them, Trish was going out of her mind with excitement. She'd never even committed adultery before tonight, never watched another couple fucking, and it was just blowing her away. Molten juice overflowed her cunt and gushed down her thighs, and she was literally quivering with lust.
"Oh, my God, Nick, stick your cock in me," she begged, "I just have to have it. I have to be fucked hard."
"At your service," he leered.
The pretty little blonde was still crouched on her hands and knees, and Nick entered her from behind, stuffing his rigid seven-incher up her slippery snug cunt. He shoved till his big coarse-furred balls slammed her wet slit, and she shuddered with the impact. He thought he might have gone into her too hard-till she whimpered with ecstasy and soaked his prick with scalding juice.
"Yessss, you big bastard, FUCK ME!" she howled.
Nick gave a snarl of lust and began fucking into her hard and hungrily, his taut belly smacking her ass. His thick cock reamed the gushing juice right out of her cunt, making an obscene sucking noise. Trish squealed with pleasure and dug her nails into the bedspread to keep from being knocked over by the force of his fucking. She loved his roughness.
She craved a really hard, thorough fucking to satisfy her pent-up lust.
"Unnnhhh, yeah, give it to me," she moaned, "fuck me forever, Nick."
Her wanton words turned him on like mad, and to add to his excitement just two feet away his buddy was lustily fucking that gorgeous big-titted brunette. Nick watched in wicked arousal as Kurt's fat eight-inch prick slammed in and out between Joanne's widely-split cunt lips. Joanne's face was contorted in a lusty grimace, and she was moaning steadily as she took Kurt's pile-driving cock.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meee," she babbled.
They were all getting off on watching each other. Joanne was wild with arousal as she watched Nick's cream-drenched prick slamming in and out of Trish's gushing little fuck hole. Kurt watched, too, timing his strokes with his buddy's. Trish and Nick watched Kurt's granite cock reaming and probing between Joanne's dark-fringed cunt lips. They fucked at each other like animals, the bed creaking and rocking.
"Make me come," Joanne whimpered, "I'll die if I don't come."
"I'll make you come, all right," Kurt snarled, "I'll fuck the living shit out of you."
He wasn't kidding. He started fucking into her so hard, she thought her teeth would rattle. Nick, who liked to match his buddy's strokes, gave the same treatment to Trish, his belly smacking resoundingly against her ass. Trish screeched with ecstasy as his pile-driving cock drove her right over the edge into a body-wracking orgasm.
"UNNNHHHH, I'M COMING, AAAHHH!" she howled.
"Oh, my God, me, too," Joanne gasped, "you're doing it to me, Kurt, I'M COMING, WHHH AAAHHHH!"
Again the two men watched their partners coming, their stiff cocks deeply lodged in violently squeezing cunts. It would have been easy and tempting to come right along with the girls, but Nick and Kurt weren't finished yet. There was one more scene to their team act, perhaps their favorite scene. They waited till the girls finished coming, then drew their rigid pricks from the juice-filled cunts.
"You guys didn't get off," Joanne said. "We wanta change partners for that," Kurt leered.
Joanne and Trish looked at each other in hot excitement. Nick moved over and rolled Joanne onto her hands and knees, and she whimpered ecstatically as he crammed his rock-hard prick into her from behind. Kurt turned Trish over on her back and knelt between her eagerly parted thighs. She let out a shrill cry of pleasure as he shoved his thick stiff cock into her horny little pussy hole.
"Ooooo, yeah, fuck meeee!" she screeched.
"Fuck it to me, Nick, fuck me crazy," Joanne groaned.
Kurt and Nick exchanged grins. This was the way they always liked to end their double dates, changing partners and finishing off with each other's girl. It was a fair exchange tonight, because both girls had deliciously snug juicy cunts and both were ragingly horny. The women howled and squealed with pleasure as they took the men's harddriving cocks.
"Get ready to take my load, baby," Nick growled.
"Give it to me, cream me," Joanne begged hoarsely.
She was already starting to come again, and so was Trish. The little blonde shrieked with pleasure, and her body rocked violently beneath Kurt, her pretty tits wobbling like jello against his chest. Her spasming cunt went vise-tight around his prick, and he felt like her squeezing twat was sucking the jizz right out of his balls.
"UNNNHHHH, FUCK, SHIT, I'M COMING!" he bellowed.
"AWWWW, CHRIST, AAAGGGHHHH!" Nick roared.
Joanne and Trish took the steaming loads of jizz with howls of pleasure. When it was over and the men suggested they rest, finish the champagne, and go for another round of fun, the girls didn't object. Joanne caught Trish's eye and grinned.
"Having fun?" she asked.
"I sure am," Trish giggled. "I just wish I'd thought of this before."
"Wanta do it again next weekend?" Joanne asked.
"Wild horses couldn't keep me away," her friend replied.
CHAPTER SIX
Joanne and Trish had so much fun with Kurt and Nick that they decided to see them again the next night at Joanne's apartment. Joanne knew she might be a little groggy when she reported for work on Monday, but what the hell? She might as well grab her good times while she could get them.
She was getting ready for her date that Sunday evening when the phone rang. It was Trish, saying she'd unexpectedly been asked to work late at her nursing job. "It'll probably be another hour or so," she said, "but I'll be there. Just don't wear those guys out before I get there!"
"I'll try not to," Joanne laughed.
Seriously, though, how was she going to entertain two horny guys for an hour or so until her friend arrived for the party? It didn't take much imagination to figure that one out. She could fuck both of them! Maybe that wasn't quite keeping her promise to Trish not to wear them out, but it was pretty hard to resist. Joanne was feeling exceptionally lusty tonight.
It would be fantastic to have two nice hard cocks to ease her lust, one after another. She just couldn't resist the temptation. And she had a feeling that if Trish had been put in her shoes, she would have done the same thing. She put on a clinging semi-sheer black negligee that showed the dark outline of her nipples and bush, and she felt herself creaming hotly as she waited for the two men.
They arrived right on time, carrying a bottle of expensive champagne. When Joanne explained that Trish would be late, both Nick and Kurt looked longingly at her tall curvy body. She wasn't wearing bra or panties under that filmy gown, and they could see everything she had to offer. As their eyes burned into her skin, she felt her pussy swelling up with need.
"Well, we sure don't feel like waiting another hour to get it on," Kurt said.
"I don't blame you a bit," Joanne purred, "and I don't feel like waiting either. Why don't you guys take off your clothes and get comfortable? We'll just see what we can work out."
Both men broke into broad grins and started stripping off their clothes as fast as they could. Joanne felt her nipples going stiff with arousal, her tits tingling. It was pretty bold of her to offer to satisfy two guys in one night, but she knew she was up to the task. She found herself almost hoping Trish would get held up in traffic. Just for awhile she wanted both these young studs to herself.
They got their clothes off, and Joanne ogled their strong male bodies. Kurt's husky blondness contrasted excitingly with Nick's lean dark looks. Most important of all, they both had cocks as stiff as steel, their piss holes drooling thick streams of juice. Joanne creamed furiously, the molten cream running down her thighs. Then she pulled her gown off over her head and tossed it away, standing stark naked before the two horny men.
"Let's go in the bedroom," she invited huskily.
She turned and led the way, knowing their eyes were glued to her slim undulating hips. She kept juicing uncontrollably, the thick cream coursing down her inner thighs. She reached the bedroom and stretched out on the huge specially-made bed. Nick approached from one side, Kurt from the other, and as they stretched out beside her, they each grabbed and squeezed a luscious ripe tit.
"Ohhhhh, my God," Joanne breathed, "I can't believe this is happening."
"You never made it with two guys before?" Kurt grinned.
She shook her head, and Nick said, "It's something Kurt and I really like, if we can't get two dates. Just relax, baby, and we'll give you our onegirl special."
Joanne was delighted to cooperate. She had no idea how to go about taking on two lusty men at the same time. Kurt copped both her big firm tits now, squeezing and fondling them, flicking her large pink nipples with the stiff tip of his tongue until the soft cones ballooned into long rigid buds. As he did this, Nick drew her legs wide open and crawled between them, his hot moist breath tickling her pussy.
"Mmmmmmm," Joanne sighed, "yesssss."
She bent her legs and opened them as wide as she could so Nick had plenty of room to eat her pussy. She was in total bliss as she felt the first scalding contact between tongue and gash. Nick whipped his big hot tongue all over her soap-scented slit, while Kurt tongue-lashed her sensitive nipples. She couldn't imagine more heavenly sensations, and she creamed steadily and hotly, feeding Nick big bursts of tangy juice.
"Ahhhhh, you guys, that's fantastic," she whimpered.
Kurt just chuckled and caught her right nipple between his lips, sucking it hungrily into his mouth. It felt marvelous to have her tender nipple sheathed in the burning wetness. He started to suck on her big sensitive tit, and she moaned with pleasure. Hot stabs of pleasure streaked down her body, from her swollen nipple to her creaming pussy hole.
"Unnnnnhhhh, yes, suck meeeee!" she moaned.
While Kurt sucked her nipples, Nick folded back the dark-furred lips of her bush and isolated the pretty pea-sized button of her clit. He stabbed at it with the hot tip of his tongue, and Joanne gave a shrill squeal of pleasure and almost shot off the bed. Then he jammed his lips onto her highly sensitive joy button and began to suck. Sucked at both ends of her body, her clit and her nipples deliciously stimulated, Joanne was going out of her mind with pleasure.
"Ooooooh, yes, suck meeee," she wailed, "suck my tits, suck my clit!"
Never in her most naughty fantasies had she imagined anything like this, two sexy guys making love to her at the same time. Her whole body flushed pink with lust, and she was panting and moaning steadily. Nick's expert sucking was stimulating her clit into its own little hard-on, making the soft pink bud stiff and engorged. Her well-sucked nipples were already rigid and heavily throbbing as Kurt dipped from one to the other, sheathing them in his scorching wet mouth.
With that kind of stimulation, coming was as easy as falling off a log. Joanne arched her body, thrusting her greedy little clit hard between Nick's sucking lips, and in a second she felt her whole body exploding in pleasure. The orgasm seemed to flash between her tits and pussy, between her lust-engorged nipples and tautly swollen joy button.
"WHHH AAAHHHH, I'M COMING!" she wailed.
Kurt could feel her nipples throbbing heavily and radiating fierce heat as she came. Nick felt her clit spasm, and he greedily gulped down her tangy come-juice. Her big-titted body rocked and bucked as she came, and she clawed the bedspread and shrieked with ecstasy. She knew her helplessly gushing cream was drenching Nick's face, but she couldn't do anything about that. She just wailed and came and creamed for almost a minute, then went limp and gasping.
"My God, you guys, that was fantastic," she moaned.
"Oh, we're not finished yet," Kurt grinned.
"Now we change places," Nick said.
And that was just what they did, Nick moving up to lie beside her and fool with her tits, Kurt crawling between her legs and breathing hotly on her swollen pink gash. Joanne gave a horny gurgle and started creaming again. She'd just come like a bomb, but already she was eager for more. But then how could a girl ever get her tits and pussy sucked enough? She felt the first hot stab of Kurt's tongue.
"Unnnnhhh, yes, lick my pussy," she moaned, "lick it everywhere."
Kurt did just that, snaking his slippery hot tongue into every steaming fold and cranny of her slit, whipping the puffed flesh and giving her hot stabs of pleasure. Meanwhile Nick was stuffing one of her stiff-nippled tits into his mouth, taking as much as he could get and sucking like a hungry puppy. Joanne screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy and felt herself already spinning toward another body-rocking orgasm.
"Ahhhh, so damned good," she moaned.
Trish would have been furious with envy if she'd known what was going on, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Judging from Kurt's and Nick's performance last night, they were capable of going on for hours, so Trish wouldn't be shortchanged. After all, Joanne decided, what were they supposed to do till Trish arrived, play checkers? She gave herself up completely to the exquisite sensations she was feeling as Nick sucked her tits and Kurt ate her pussy.
Nick moved from one tit to the other, back and forth, greedily and noisily sucking in as much hot silky flesh as he could. Each hungry suck gave Joanne a hot rush of pleasure that streaked right down to her pussy and made her cream heavily. Soon her inner thighs were soaked with the molten juice, and so was Kurt's bobbing chin.
Kurt tongue-lashed every inch of her slit, then zeroed in on the juicing fur-fringed mouth of her cunt. She gave a hoarse moan of ecstasy as she felt him cramming his big thick tongue up her cunt, stuffing the snug little tunnel with hotly throbbing meat. He pushed his tongue right to the root in her hungry little fuck hole, then started using it like a cock, plowing the stiff meat up and down.
"Ahhhhhh, God, yes!" she wailed.
"What's he doing to you?" Nick leered.
"He's got his tongue up my cunt," Joanne moaned, too insanely turned-on to be shy. "He's fucking me with it. Unnnhhh, shit, it's so good."
Nick watched her beautiful lust-contorted face for a moment, then kissed her, snaking his hot tongue all over inside her mouth. She gurgled with excitement and tongued back at him, wildly aroused by Kurt's tongue probing in her twat. The three lusty people were all linked to each other by eagerly exploring tongues. Nick ended the connection at last by coming up for air.
Then he kissed and licked his way down to her tits again and went on greedily sucking her big stiff nipples. Kurt was drilling deep in her molten pussy hole with his long hungry tongue, fucking her hard with it, driving her right to the edge of orgasm. As she began to come, she threw her legs open as wide as she possibly could, taking his plowing tongue clear to her womb.
"UNNNHHH, I'M COMING, AAAGGGHH!" she screeched.
It was an even more powerful climax than the first one, and for long delicious moments she was aware of nothing but the violent pleasure-spasms " rocking her body. She felt her scalding come-juice spurting from her cunt in heavy floods, soaking Kurt's face and drenching her pussy and thighs. Her nipples throbbed violently in Nick's mouth.
"Unnnhhh, I'm coming so good," she whimpered.
But all good things have to end, and at last her spasms faded and she lay there flushed and gasping for breath. Both Kurt and Nick sat up and ogled her tall gorgeous body, their eyes darting between her big firm tits and her pretty little triangle of black bush fur. The men's cock were fiercely engorged, hugging their bellies and drooling thick streams of juice. Incredibly, Joanne felt ragingly horny again.
It must have been the sight of those two rigid cocks, waiting just for her. She'd come twice, violently, and she should have been satisfied, but all she could think of was fucking first one guy, then the other, feeling both those stiff dicks in her famished little fuck hole. She kept her legs bent and wide open, showing them her soaked pink slit, inviting their cocks.
"Well, old buddy," Nick said, "whose turn is it to go first?"
"I can't remember," Kurt said. "It's been awhile since we got it on with just one chick. Guess we better flip a coin."
Mike always dumped his change in the bedside ashtray, so it was one of his pennies that they flipped. Kurt chose heads and won. Joanne found the short period of suspense very exciting. Here she was dying to be fucked but not knowing which of these handsome young men was going to do it to her. She creamed heavily, the molten juice running down her ass crack, as the decision was announced.
"Lucky me," Kurt grinned, "I get a gorgeous chick to sit on my cock."
He stretched out on his back, looking almost lazy, and his fat eight-incher stood straight up, drooling big hot bubbles of juice. Joanne hurried to straddle his belly and bring the soaked mouth of her cunt down to touch the huge knobby head of his prick. Kurt held her by the waist, steadying her lustily writhing body, and shoved into her as hard and deep as he could.
"UNNNHHHHH," she gasped.
"Take it, baby, take every fuckin' inch," he growled.
"Ohhhh, shit, yes," she whimpered, "give it to me, Kurt, get into me."
This was the sensation she'd been craving all day, her greedly little cunt crammed full of hotly throbbing cock. All that pussy-eating had been terrific fun, and she'd really gotten off on it, but for her this was the main event, the thing she loved best. She creamed furiously all over Kurt's deeply lodged prick, and the hot juice overflowed, soaking his big coarse-furred nut sacs.
"I feel that hot juice, baby," he leered. "I know you're hot for me."
"Yesssss," Joanne hissed, "I want your big hard cock. I want you to fuck me silly, Kurt."
"I'll sure try, honey," he grinned.
Holding her firmly by her slim waist, he began plowing his thick hard boner up and down in her juice-slick cunt. His fat cock made an obscene sucking and slurping noise as it reamed her soaked cunt, and that noise added to her wicked arousal. There she was riding one man's stiff cock while another guy watched, waiting his turn with her. Joanne found it incredibly exciting.
"Yessss, fuck meeee," she whined, "fuck me good and hard, Kurt!"
She liked telling Kurt how she loved his fucking, while Nick listened. Nick was lounging so close to them that he could reach out and touch her, and occasionally he did just that, fondling a tit, stroking her thigh, petting her little dark bush. Every time their eyes met, he grinned at her or licked her lips. Joanne was going out of her mind with lust as he touched her and looked at her.
She didn't know which was exciting her more, Kurt's big pile-driving cock, or Nick's suggestive glances and caresses. She'd never been in a situation like this before, and she hadn't realized how wildly it would turn her on. Kurt gradually increased the speed and force of his fucking, till her luscious body began to quiver with it, her melonsized tits wobbling and shaking.
"Unnnnhhh, yessss, fuck meeee," she shrieked, "fuck me HARD!"
Kurt leered up at her, his forehead starting to bead with sweat, his face flushed with effort. He was going to fuck her really hard now, she was sure, as his lust mounted to a fever pitch and he just had to get his rocks off. She was prepared. In fact she could hardly wait to ride his pile-driving prick. As he fucked her faster and faster, she whimpered ecstatically and tightened her greedy cunt around his cock.
"Do it to me, do it to meeee!" she wailed.
Nick slipped a fingertip between the dark-furred lips of her bush and started stroking her clit. Joanne wailed and almost came. It was a delicious double stimulation, Nick frigging her clit while Kurt fucked her cunt, and she didn't think she'd ever felt such sharp pleasure before. Nick matched Kurt's rhythm, pressing down on her swollen joy button every time his buddy plowed his cock into her.
"UNNNHHH, YESSS, UNNHHH!" Joanne howled.
She couldn't have avoided coming even if she'd wanted to. Hot blasts of pleasure ripped from her clit and cunt, and she threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy. She closed her eyes and felt herself hurtling over the edge into a violent climax, her body shuddering and shaking, her cream pouring out in a molten flood.
"AAAHHHH, GOD, WWHHHAAHH!" she screeched.
Her spasming cunt went vise-tight around Kurt's hammering prick, and the young blond giant groaned, "TAKE MY LOAD, BABY, AAAGGGHHH!"
She felt his jizz steaming against her womb, and she felt Nick grab her clit between his fingers and start kneading it hard and steadily. That kneading action and that scalding flood of come triggered her right into another body-wracking climax. She screamed and came as the two buddies fucked and frigged her. It had to be the most fantastic climax of her life.
"Ahhhhhhh, I'm coming so damned good," she moaned.
At last it was over and she rolled off Kurt's soaked cock. But she didn't get to rest at all. Nick's cock was so engorged and stiff, it was beginning to hurt, and he couldn't wait another second to cram it into her hot juicy twat. As she rolled off his buddy's sweaty body, he eased her onto her hands and knees and positioned her luscious little ass up in the air. Then, snorting with lust, he knelt behind her and stuffed his steel-hard prick up her cunt.
"Take it, baby, AHHHHH!" he groaned.
"OOOOOOH, YESSSSS!" Joanne squealed.
Once again her box was deliciously stuffed with rock-hard throbbing cock. She wondered if she could ever get enough of that sensation. Tonight just might answer that question. She knew both Nick and Kurt were capable of going for round after round of fucking. Tonight she'd find out just how much her greedly little box could take-and she could hardly wait to learn the results! She shivered lustily as Nick plowed his stiff seven-incher roughly in her juice-slick twat.
"Ummmmmm, yeah, fuck it to me, Nick," she squealed, "fuck my pussy good!"
Kurt was stretched out right beside them, and now he leered at her and said, "You know what, Joanne? I've got a feeling you're not sorry at all that Trish got delayed."
He laughed and reached up to fondle and squeeze her big hot tits, which were swinging and wobbling with the force of his buddy's fucking. He kissed her, sticking his tongue in her mouth, and she tongued back at him, finding it a wild turn-on to have one man fucking her while another squeezed her tits and worked his tongue in her mouth. No, she had to admit, she wasn't at all sorry about Trish being delayed.
Kurt finally broke the kiss and looked at her intently. "Wanta do something for me?" he said hoarsely.
"Sure, what?" Joanne grinned.
"Go down on me while Nick fucks you," he leered.
Joanne gave a lusty gurgle. She wouldn't have thought up such a kinky thing herself, but she was wildly excited by the idea. Kurt lay down in front of her so that she knelt between his hairy thighs, and she quickly bent low and stuck out her tongue, lapping eagerly at his big thick cock and blondfurred balls.
"Yeah, baby, go for it," Kurt leered.
"You horning in on my action?" Nick chuckled.
"You take care of your end, and I'll take care of mine," Kurt laughed.
Joanne gurgled and moaned with excitement as Nick fucked into her from behind and she lathered Kurt's cock and balls with her hot spit. Nick was fucking her faster and faster as his excitement grew, and her body was shuddering with the force of his pile-driving cock. Each time he crammed his big hard boner to her molten depths, she moaned and drooled all over Kurt's throbbing prick.
"Mmmmmmm, UMMMMMM!" she moaned.
"You getting off on this, baby?" Kurt leered. "You like taking two cocks at once?"
"Mmmmmmm, I love it," Joanne gurgled.
"I hope you love a hot load of come," Nick panted, " 'cause that's what you're about to get."
"Give it to me," she moaned, "cream me good, Nick."
"AHHHHH, YEAH," he roared, "AAAGGGGGHHHH!"
As he began flooding her cunt with molten jizz, she grabbed the thick hairy base of Kurt's cock and crammed the rest of it into her mouth. She caved in her cheeks and gave a powerful prolonged suck on his juice-oozing dick. Kurt bellowed with pleasure and felt his balls spasm and release their sizzling load into Joanne's greedily sucking mouth.
"Eat my come, baby, EAT IT, AWWWW!" he yelled.
Joanne crouched on her hands and knees, hungrily gulping down one man's steaming come while another man fucked into her from behind, flooding her cunt with his jetting jizz. That was the position she was in when the bedroom door suddenly crashed open. She and Kurt and Nick all froze with surprise and looked at the doorway.
There was her husband Mike. There was someone else behind him, someone she couldn't make out, but that wasn't important. Mike was there, he'd seen everything, and there was no way she could deny her cheating. She let Kurt's cock slip from her lips and faced her husband.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hi, honey," Mike said sarcastically. "I thought I'd surprise you by coming home early." He had a strained smile on his face, and Joanne knew he was ready to kill. "This guy your husband?" Nick asked. "Yes," Joanna said weakly. "Well, I guess we better run along, then," Nick said, leaping off the bed and heading for the door. Kurt was right behind him, and Mike stood aside to let them through the door. He didn't even look at them. His eyes were riveted to his naked, flushed wife. Nobody said anything till Kurt and Nick noisily exited from the apartment.
"Get dressed and come to the living room, Joanne," Mike said coldly. "We've got some talking to do."
Now Joanne saw who was standing behind him. It was Trish's husband Dean. Mike must have invited him in for a drink. It was a lucky thing, after all, that Trish had been delayed at work, otherwise she would have been caught, too. Joanne wished she had been that lucky. But there was nothing to do now but face the music.
First, though, she'd better try phoning Trish and warning her about what had happened. She grabbed the bedside phone and dialed Trish's number, but there was no answer even after a dozen rings. Trish was still at work or, worse, on her way to Joanne's apartment. But there was nothing Joanne could do about it. She flung on a robe and grimly marched out to the living room.
Mike and Dean were sitting there sipping strong drinks of scotch, and when Joanne walked into the room, Dean said uneasily, "Look, Mike, maybe I better run along and leave you two alone."
"Don't," Mike said. "I don't trust myself, Dean. I need you here in case I feel like hitting on her."
That made Joanne angry. Had she really done something so awful that it deserved a beating?
"All right, dammit," she snapped, "so I cheated on you. I was fed up with being left alone so much, Mike. I got horny for you-can you understand that? I think I'm entitled to a normal sex life, just like any other woman, and if you can't give it to me, I'll get it from somebody else."
"Oh, I can give it to you, all right," Mike snarled, "and you're gonna get it right now."
He slammed down his drink, leaped up, and grabbed her. Before Dean could stop him, he was pulling off her robe, leaving her naked. Joanne gasped and tried to cover her big quivering tits and pretty black bush, but Mike grabbed her arms and held them away from her body. He ran his eyes up and down her tall ripe figure, and she saw the crotch of his pants swell and bulge.
"Yeah, I can give it to you, all right," he growled.
He was furious with her, but also very aroused. He must still have that image in his mind of how she looked when he first walked into the bedroom. He was seeing her naked, on her hands and knees, taking Nick's pile-driving cock from behind and sucking hungrily on Kurt's squirting prick. In spite of himself, he'd been wildly turned on by that scene.
"Sit down," he snapped, pushing her over the couch. Joanne sat down with a thump, her big beautiful tits bouncing.
"Hey, Mike, calm down," Dean urged.
"Whatever she did, you've got no right to hurt her for it."
"I'm not gonna hurt her," Mike said, starting to pull off his shirt. "I'm gonna fuck her. I'm gonna give her a fucking she'll never forget. I'm gonna show her I can give it to her just as good as any other guy."
"Well, I'd better leave, then," Dean said, starting to get up.
"Oh, don't do that, buddy," Mike said, his eyes still hotly glued to his wife's lush naked body. "Joanne wouldn't want that. She likes fucking two guys instead of one. So I'm gonna need your help. We don't wanta disappoint the little lady, do we?"
Dean said nothing. For the first time he'd permitted himself to look at Joanne, and his mouth was hanging open. Joanne knew she was quite a contrast to his own wife, Trish. Trish was a doll, but she was petite and blonde and delicate, while Joanne was tall, black-haired, and statuesque. That had to turn him on, that sharp contrast. And of course he, too, had seen her making it with Nick and Kurt. He swallowed hard and sat down again, taking a big gulp of his drink.
Meanwhile Mike was stripping naked. Joanne had never seen him like this, completely out of his mind with lust and anger. It excited her in a kinky kind of way. She knew he was going to be rough with her, but at least his mind wasn't going to be on the clock. For once he wouldn't be thinking about getting to the airport or making a meeting. She felt her pussy starting to cream and swell.
"Show us what you've got, bitch," Mike spat, "open your legs for us." He was down to his shorts, and the fly was bulging obscenely.
Getting more hotly excited by the second, Joanne obeyed, spreading her legs wide and showing the two men the wet pink flesh of her gash and its fine fringe of black curls. She saw Mike's big cock throb and lurch beneath the thin cloth of his shorts. She glanced at Dean and saw that he, too, had a hard-on. He'd finished his drink, and he was sitting at the edge of his seat, watching the scene intently.
Mike skinned out of his shorts, and Joanne focused hungrily on his steel-stiff eight-inch cock. It stood straight up, blue veins bulging on the shaft, and it was drooling thick streams of juice. His enormous blond-furred balls were hugely bloated, bulging between his heavily-muscled thighs. She'd never felt so turned on to him before, and she shivered lustily as he approached her.
"On your back," he ordered.
Joanne swung her legs onto the couch and sank down on her back. Then Mike arranged her legs the way he wanted them, one long shapely leg thrown up over the back of the couch, the other dangling off the edge. Her wet pink slit was lewdly and totally exposed. Dean gawked at it and licked his lips. Then Mike knelt between her widely parted thighs and glared down at her, his eyes glazed with lust.
"If you think you can't get enough sex from me, you're wrong, bitch," he growled. "I'm gonna prove that to you right now. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't stand any more fucking."
It's about time, Joanne thought dryly. But she said nothing, only lay there almost writhing with lust and anticipation as Mike glared at her, his enormous eight-incher weaving stiffly before him and dripping hot globs of cream onto her belly. Then he growled with lust and threw himself onto her, his steel-hard prick ramming brutally into her snug little cunt. She gasped as he shoved the ramrod of flesh clear to her womb, reaming and raking her tight cuntal tunnel.
"UNNNHHHHHH!" she gasped.
"Take it, bitch," he growled, "take like you took that other guy's cock."
He roughly shoved his hands under her ass and gripped it hard, digging his fingers into the tender flesh. There was no way she could escape the battering ram of his cock. He snarled and started fucking into her hard and fast, not bothering to be gentle or to ease her into it. It hurt, yet at the same time she found it hotly exciting. She was being raped by her own husband, something she'd fantasized about for a long time.
"Unnnhhhh, noooo," she wailed, knowing her protests would turn him on.
"Just keep quiet and take it," he growled. "I'll show you what a real fucking is like."
That was just what Joanne was hoping for. This kinky combination of pain and pleasure was turning her on like crazy. Each time Mike roughly slammed his rock-hard cock against her womb, she felt a searing rush of ecstasy, and she began to cream, drenching his slamming prick with molten juice. The slick juice eased his way, and his pounding cock didn't hurt any more. It just gave her blast after blast of pleasure.
"Unnnhhhh, Mike, UNNNHHHHH!" she moaned, clawing at his shoulders. She arched her body up to take his prick as deep as she could. She was just letting herself go completely when she remembered that they had an audience.
Mike had gotten her so excited with his almost savage fucking, that she'd forgotten Dean was in the room. She looked up and saw that he'd left his chair and was standing right beside the couch, watching them fuck. He watched Mike's trim ass knotting and jerking as he pistoned his stiff cock in Joanne's juicy hot pussy hole. His face was flushed with arousal, and he was breathing harshly.
Most exciting of all to Joanne, he had an enormous cock stand. The fly of his jeans was sharply tented, as if his engorged prick was trying to tear loose from its prison. His bloated balls bulged in the crotch of his pants. She creamed hugely as she stared at his hard-on, knowing she'd be taking his cock, too, before long. Mike wanted to punish her by making her fuck his buddy.
Well, she could hardly wait for her punishment. And she loved the punishment she was getting right now as she held her legs in that obscenely open position and let Mike hammer his stiff fuck-tool into her red-hot little box. She dug her nails into his shoulders and gurgled in ecstasy as she took his steady hard fucking.
"How do you like it, bitch?" he hissed.
She wasn't going to play his game any more.
"Ahhhhhhh, I love it, Mike," she moaned, "I love the way you're fucking me, baby."
She heard Dean snicker, and then Mike broke into helpless laughter. With just that one remark from her, the whole mood of the scene changed. The anger was gone, and only the lust was left.
"Goddamit," Mike laughed, "I'm supposed to be punishing you."
"I know, darling," Joanne purred, "and I hope you'll never stop." She ground her slippery cuntal tube around his deep-thrust cock to add emphasis to her words. Then she looked up at Dean and said huskily, "Why don't you take off your clothes and get comfortable, Dean?"
Mike seemed even more turned on than before, now that she was acting like a wanton slut. He gave a lusty growl and fucked hard and fast into her seething little pussy hole, their bellies smacking loudly together. His thick cock made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the hot cream from her gripping twat. That wicked noise turned both of them on, and they fucked at each other like animals, snarling and growling.
"Yesss, fuck it to me, you big bastard, FUCK!" Joanne moaned. "Fuck the living shit out of me, Mike!"
"You better believe I will," he leered.
He sank down hard on her, squeezing her to him and clawing her ass as he fucked her mercilessly and hard. Over his shoulder she looked at Dean. He'd quickly stripped off his clothes and was standing there naked, watching them fuck, his eyes hot and horny. He had a magnificent seven-inch prick, as thick as a woman's wrist, and it weaved heavily in front of him, engorged and stiff. Joanne creamed furiously at the sight of it.
Mike thought her creaming was for him. "Yeah, baby, I felt that good hot juice," he panted, fucking into her even harder.
But Joanne and Dean knew who she'd really creamed for. She held his gaze and stuck out her tongue, running it suggestively around her lips, and Dean leered at her. His big cock gave a lusty jump and dripped hot cream onto the rug. Much as she loved her husband and his tireless hard cock, she could hardly wait to fuck his best buddy.
Going out of her mind with excitement, she fucked hard at her husband, meeting each lusty lunge of his cock with a greedy jerk of her hips, no taking the throbbing boner clear to her womb. She drenched his prick with molten juice, and their bellies smacked loudly and wetly together as they both raced toward an urgently-needed come. It was the best fuck they'd ever had, the most wild and lusty and uninhibited.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" Joanne shrieked.
"Ahhhhhh, baby, I'm gonna come," Mike groaned. "Get ready, I'm gonna cream you full."
"Ooooooo, yeah, give it to me, baby, come in me," she sobbed.
Dean's cock gave another violent lurch and dripped more hot cream as he watched husband and wife fucking at each other like wild animals. When Mike invited him to stop by for a quick drink, he sure as hell hadn't expected anything like this. For the few months of his new marriage, he'd been a perfectly faithful husband. Now he wanted more than anything in the world to cram his engorged dick into the hot little cunt of his best friend's wife.
It wasn't that he didn't love Trish, but this scene was just turning him on like crazy and he hadn't been laid in a week. Joanne was right-those road trips were hell on everybody. He could have dressed and hurried home to Trish, but he had to admit he was aching to fuck Joanne. And since Mike had actually invited him to do it, why not? He shivered lustily as he watched Mike's huge boner slamming in and out of Joanne's juice-gushing box.
"AHHHHHHHH, MIKE, I'M COMING," she suddenly wailed, "OOOOOOOOO, BABY, AHHHHHHHH!"
"TAKE MY COME," Mike roared, "TAKE IT, AAAGGGHHHHH!"
Dean practically came himself just from watching them. They humped furiously at each other, snarling and groaning and clawing. He saw Mike's thick jizz fill and overflow Joanne's snug box. The pearly juice sizzled down the crack of her ass and puddled on the couch. At last they-went still, and Mike rolled off her with a big satisfied grin. Joanne got to her feet and brushed against Dean, frankly eying his lust-engorged prick.
"I'll be right with you, Dean," she purred, "I just want to clean up a little."
"Sure, baby, I'll be waiting," he leered.
After a quick clean-up, Joanne ducked into her bedroom and dialed Trish's number again. This time Trish was home. Joanne said, "Listen carefully, I've gotta make this fast. The party's still on, but with different guys. Mike came home and caught me, and Dean was with him. I can't explain everything, but if you wanta get in on some really hot fucking, get over here right now."
She heard a gasp from Trish as she hung up. She knew her friend was mystified, but she didn't have time to say more. The men were waiting for her. She strode back to the living room and accepted a drink from Mike, who was playing bartender now.
They clicked glasses and looked at each other as they took their first sip. Mike was grinning when he lowered his glass.
"So those road trips really got to you, huh?" he said.
"I got so horny I couldn't stand it," Joanne said frankly. "Didn't you get horny when you were away?"
"Are you kidding?" Mike sighed. "About all we talked about was pussy."
"That's right," Dean confirmed. "There were plenty of times we were tempted to cheat. There are basketball groupies, you know."
"Then you should go ahead and have fun with them," Joanne said. "I don't know why any of us have to be frustrated just because you guys go on the road."
"You've got yourself a deal, honey," Mike said, giving her a squeeze. "It makes sense to me."
"It makes sense to me,-too," Dean sighed, "but I doubt Trish will see it that way."
Joanne stifled a giggle. She knew better. She knew Trish would be delighted with an arrangement that allowed her to swing when Dean was away. But she'd let him find that out for himself. Trish would be arriving soon. It was time to set the stage for her appearance. Joanne drained her glass and walked up to Dean, fisting his rigid cock and stroking it.
"Mmmmmmm," she purred, "is this gorgeous hard-on for me?"
"You bet it is, baby," Dean leered, his cock throbbing hotly in her fist. "How do you want it?"
"How about dog style?" she leered.
"Arf, arf," Dean grinned.
Joanne got down on the thick soft rug and crouched on her hands and knees. She had a special reason for choosing the rear-entry position, but that was going to be a surprise. She shivered lustily as Dean dropped to his knees behind her, seized her hips, and touched the huge knobby head of his cock to the wet little mouth of her cunt. Just before he pushed into her, he glanced up at Mike who was lounging on the couch with his drink.
"You really mean this?" Dean said. "You're sure you don't mind?"
"Go to it," Mike grinned. "Joanne and I have a new arrangement now. We fuck anybody we want."
Dean gave a snort of lust and plowed into her, his massive hard-on slamming her womb. She squealed and drenched his prick with a scalding flood of juice, and she dug her nails into the rug to steady herself as he began fucking into her hard and fast. The man was obviously too achingly horny to be slow or gentle. After watching her with Nick and Kurt, then with Mike, he couldn't think of anything but flooding her cunt with his own steaming jizz.
"Take it, baby, take my cock," he snarled.
"Ooooooo, yeah, give it to me, Dean," she moaned, "fuck my pussy good, honey!"
Again she got so carried away with the first exciting moments of fucking that she forgot they weren't alone in the room. Then she remembered with a shock that her own husband was watching. She glanced at Mike and saw that he was grinning broadly, his eyes focused on Dean's jackhammering cock at it slammed in and out of Joanne's fur-fringed cunt. Mike was enjoying himself, and he was getting turned on fast. He'd fisted his cock and was pumping it as he watched. Each time Joanne squealed with pleasure, he gave his prick an extra-firm squeeze.
Then he saw that Joanne was looking at him, and he met her eyes and grinned. She leered back at him and ran her tongue around her lips. Mike sat up, his prick suddenly going stiff as a board. Her lewd gesture had made him acutely horny. He spoke to her, and his voice was hoarse with lust.
"You like it, honey?" he rasped. "You like the way Dean's fucking you?"
"Mmmmmmmm, I love it," Joanne purred. "His cock's so big and hard, it feels so great in my pussy."
Mike was off the couch and heading their way, his rigid prick oozing big hot globs of juice. He flopped down right beside them, on his back, his eight-inch dick sticking straight up. Joanne drooled at the sight of it. She reached out and fisted the thick hairy base of his cock, pumping it teasingly, and Mike shivered and groaned.
"Go down on me," he pleaded.
It was just as she'd expected. He wanted to recreate that scene with Kurt and Nick, only with different actors-himself and his best buddy. And Joanne was more than up for it! Still moaning with pleasure as she took Dean's steady hard fucking, she bent low and crammed her husband's swollen dick into her mouth.
"AWWWWWWW, SHIT, YEAH!" Mike bellowed.
"Fantastic," Dean chuckled, "a cock at both ends."
Fantastic was the word for it, all right. Joanne grew insanely aroused as she sucked hard on Mike's tasty prick and took the reaming and plowing of Dean's throbbing boner. She drooled all over Mike's hotly pulsating cock, caving in her cheeks and suctioning the delicious juice right out of his piss hole. She gulped down the hot cream as fast as she could suck it up.
"Mmmmmmmm, UUUMMMMMM!" she moaned.
"Awwwwwww, Christ, I'm not gonna hold out long," Mike moaned.
"Me, either," Dean gasped. "Shit, I can't even believe this is happening."
But it was real enough when they all started coming. First Joanne got off, and her tiny red-hot cunt squeezed his dick almost flat. Dean howled and started flooding her cunt with sizzling jism. She gave a violent suck on Mike's prick, and he yelped and filled her mouth with his molten come. She let it collect till her cheeks bulged, then gulped it down greedily.
"AWWWWWWW, FUCK, I'M COMING!" Mike roared. "EAT MY COME, BABY, EAT IT!"
"AAAGGGHHHH, SHIT FUCK!" Dean was bellowing as he sizzled his load against Joanne's womb.
Trish's timing was absolutely perfect-Joanne would have to compliment her on it later. As the three of them howled and writhed and came in one loud mutual climax, the apartment door shot open and Trish walked in, then stopped still. She shook herself, closed the door behind her, and stood there gawking. Dean didn't notice her for a second, and then he looked up at her, speechless.
"Oh, my God, Dean!" Trish bawled.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, Jesus, Trish!" Dean cried, quickly pulling his come-drenched cock from Joanne's cunt. He leaped to his feet and stammered, "Now, honey, this isn't what you think it is. I mean, it's not what it looks like. I mean-"
Trish was standing there looking at him, her arms folded, her foot tapping, and Joanne could see that she was struggling not to burst into laughter. Dean babbled on, trying to explain away the fact that she'd caught him in the act of fucking Joanne. Finally Trish couldn't keep a straight face any more, and she turned away. Dean took this to mean that she wouldn't listen to him any longer.
"Oh, all right, dammit," he groaned, "I was getting it on with Joanne. Gan you forgive me, Trish?"
"Of course, Dean," Trish replied, "but only if you let me in on the fun."
Dean gawked at her a moment, then gasped, "What did you say? Turn around, honey. I can't understand you very well."
Trish turned around, grinning broadly.
"I asked if I could join the party," she said. "It looked like you guys were really having a good time." She kicked off her shoes and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Now wait a minute," Dean sputtered, "I'm not going to let my wife in on anything like this."
Mike, who'd been watching the whole scene worriedly, now broke into a big grin. "Aw, come off it, Dean," he said, "you thought it was great when my wife did it."
"Yes, Dean," Joanne purred, "if it's okay for you to cheat, how come it isn't okay for Trish?"
Dean just stood there with his mouth hanging open, and Trish smiled sweetly and took off her clothes. Joanne noticed that Mike was watching her hungrily. When she unveiled her luscious little high-riding tits, he started to reach out for her, then stopped himself. He swallowed hard as she stepped out of her panties and revealed her small golden-furred bush. His cock gave a violent lurch and went rigid.
"Why don't we all go into the bedroom?" Joanne suggested with a smile.
Trish and Mike followed her eagerly down the hall, and Dean trailed behind, still looking stunned. When they reached the bedroom, Mike and Trish threw themselves on the extra-long kingsize bed and started kissing and pawing. Mike cupped the little blonde's tits, which made perfect fistfuls for his big hands, and Trish curled her fingers around his stiff cock and started pumping it. Joanne felt a surge of excitement, but Dean, who came up behind her, looked outraged.
"Goddamit, Joanne," he grumbled, "I didn't give Trish permission to get it on with anybody else."
"You're being silly, darling," Joanne cooed. "You fucked me, didn't you? So why shouldn't Trish fuck Mike?"
As she spoke, she fisted his prick, gave it a few suggestive squeezes, and felt it start to mushroom to its full seven inches. Dean gave a lusty shudder, and in seconds his cock was hard as a rock and hotly pulsating in her fist. She went on frigging him till he was breathing loudly and harshly. Then she looked up at him and saw that his eyes were glassy with horniness. She felt his piss hole leaking hot juice into her palm.
"Why don't we he down, Dean?" she purred.
"O-On the bed, with them?" he panted.
"Ummm-hmmm," Joanne said, "It'll be a real turn-on, don't you think?"
She started for the bed, and since she had hold of his dick, he didn't have any choice but to follow. Joanne stretched out only about three feet from Mike and Trish, and Dean eased himself down beside her. She went on eagerly pumping his cock as she watched the other couple. He had to force himself to look. He still felt insanely jealous of Mike for coming on to his wife.
Mike and Trish were exchanging deep hot tongue-kisses, probing each other's mouths. Mike was squeezing her tits, and she was hungrily pumping his cock and exploring his big hairy nut sacs with her free hand. Both of them were moaning and flushed, getting more wildly turned on to each other by the second. It was clear how urgently they wanted to fuck each other. Yet as Dean watched them, he felt his jealousy melting away.
He felt himself getting incredibly turned on by the sight of his petite blonde wife making it with another guy. His prick leaked more hot juice into Joanne's pumping fist, and she smeared the slick cream all over the big purple head of his cock. Her touch reminded him that he wasn't being left out of the fun. He had his buddy's gorgeous wife to comfort and amuse him. So why, after all, shouldn't Trish have Joanne's husband?
It all began to fall into place, especially when he cupped Joanne's huge hot tits and began playing with them. It all started to make good sense when she moaned with pleasure and pumped his prick even faster and more firmly. Two women were more fun than one. And if he went along with this new way of doing things, he could fuck all the women he wanted. Maybe Joanne and Mike had the right idea after all."
"Ummmmmmmm, yeah, squeeze my tits," Joanne murmured. "I really like that, Dean."
Dean bent down and stuck out his tongue and started whipping it all over her large cone-shaped nipples. She gave a shrill squeal of pleasure and tightened her grip around his swollen cock. As he tongued her tits, he watched her nipples grow and stiffen into long rigid buds. There was no question at all that she was turned on to him and ached for him to fuck her.
He wondered if he could fuck her while his wife lay on the very same bed, fucking another man? That was the big question. As he tongued Joanne's big ripe tits, he glanced over and saw that Mike had eased Trish onto her back, pushed her legs wide open, and was diving for her luscious-looking pink slit. His mouth touched her naked gash, and she gave a powerful shudder."
"Ooooooo, yessss," she hissed, "eat meeeee!"
Dean's cock gave a wild lurch in Joanne's fist, and he felt dizzy with lust. Mike's head started bobbing up and down between Trish's eagerly spread legs, and she squealed in ecstasy. Dean raised himself on one elbow to see exactly what Mike was doing to her. He saw his buddy's big red tongue whipping every swollen inch of Trish's golden-fringed slit.
"Unnnhhhh, fuck, it feels so good, Mike," Trish squealed. "Eat my pussy, don't ever stop."
Joanne sat up, too, and her glance darted back and forth. She watched Mike noisily eating Trish's pussy, and she felt the same wicked excitement Dean had felt. Then she watched Dean's face. He was flushed, panting, and his eyes were hot and glazed with lust. He obviously wasn't jealous any more, just insanely turned on by the sight of his buddy going down on his wife. Joanne thought she knew just what would complete his enjoyment of the scene.
"Would you like me to lick your cock while you watch, Dean?" she purred.
"Jesus, would I ever," he sighed.
Joanne grinned and knelt beside him, assuming a position where she could still watch the action out of the corner of her eye. She fisted the thick hairy base of his cock and dipped her face down low. Glistening streams of juice oozed from his piss hole, and she started hungrily spearing them up with the pointed tip of her tongue. She rolled them in her mouth, savoring the salty taste.
"Mmmmmmm, I love the taste of your cock, Dean," she moaned.
Dean shivered lustily. He could hardly believe this kinky and exciting scene was taking place. Mike's wife was going down on him while, right on the same bed, Mike was eating HIS wife's pussy. It was outrageous-and he was loving every second of it. And the thing that turned him on the most was watching Trish.
"Oooooooo, shit, it's so good," she was squealing.
His pretty little blonde wife lay there with her legs spread as wide as she could get them, Mike's head bobbing up and down between her thighs, Mike's big wet tongue lathering her pussy with hot spit. Her pretty face was contorted in a wild grimace of ecstasy, and she was clawing the bedspread. Pearly juice gushed from her aroused cunt mouth and flooded down her ass crack.
"Ahhhhhhh, yesss, eat me, Mike, eat meeee," she shrieked.
It was blowing Dean's mind. He didn't know when he'd been so turned on to his wife. And all because she was making it with his best buddy! To add to his wicked excitement, Joanne's hot slippery tongue was lashing up and down the bloated stalk of his cock, cleaning up every drop of trickling juice. He could hear her hungry gurgles as she lapped up his cream and ate it.
"Yeah, baby, go for it," he growled, "eat all that juice."
The sound of his voice drew Trish's attention, and she dizzily looked his way. She felt instant and flaming lust when she saw her husband lying there naked, Joanne hungrily licking his cock. Their eyes met, and Dean stuck his tongue out at her in an obscene and sexy gesture. She returned the gesture. Thank goodness he was enjoying himself! She'd been afraid at first that he wouldn't approve of them swinging with Joanne and Mike.
Trish shivered and squealed as Mike's expert tongue lashed and explored her swollen pussy. Her gash had been on fire with need since the moment she walked into the apartment. There had been Joanne, naked and crouching, Dean fucking her dog-style while she sucked Mike off. Right away Trish had wanted to be in her place, taking on two men at once. And with any luck she would, before the evening was over. But right now Mike's lashing tongue was driving her crazy with pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmm, yeah, eat my pussy good, baby," she moaned, "make me come. I just gotta come."
"I know how to make her come," Dean growled.
Mike raised his cream-smeared face and grinned. "Oh, yeah?" he said. "Tell me what to do."
Dean leaned over and whispered something to him. Neither of the girls could hear it. Mike grinned, nodded, and nosed into Trish's steaming gash again. He folded apart the golden-furred lips of her bush and isolated the hot pink nub of her clit. He jammed his lips onto the visibly throbbing button and started to suck. Trish screamed.
"AHHHHHHH, GOD, YESSSS!" she wailed.
Joanne just had to stop and take a look. Dean was already staring hungrily. Mike was sucking loudly on Trish's clit, making an obscene slurping and snuffling noise that echoed through the room. Trish had her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. Her perfect white teeth flashed as she panted and moaned. Mike was sucking her into a frenzy of pleasure.
"Unnnhhhhh, shit, SUCK!" she groaned.
Between his lips Mike could feel her clit swelling and stiffening. The little bud grew red-hot and began to throb violently. He was practically coming himself as he sucked off the squealing little blonde. Ever since he'd first met Trish he'd wanted to get into her pants, though of course he'd never told Joanne that. Now he didn't have to hide his lust any longer.
"Ahhhhhhhh, God, UNNNHHHHH!" Trish moaned.
She was hovering right on the brink of climax. Mike's lips squeezed and released her ultrasensitive clit in a steady hard rhythm, giving her jolt after jolt of exquisite sensation. She knew Joanne was watching, knew her own husband was watching, and somehow that just increased her wild excitement. Suddenly her petite body stiffened, then shuddered, and she began to convulse.
"AHHHHHHHH, YEAH, I'M COMING!" she wailed.
Joanne was still pumping Dean's cock, and she felt it give a lusty lurch in her fist. Something told her that he'd love to come right along with his squealing wife. She quickly dipped her head down and crammed his prick into her mouth. She caved in her cheeks and started sucking strongly on his big hard dick. He groaned and shuddered violently.
"AAAHHHHHH, FUCK, SHIT, AAAGGHHHH!" he roared.
Suddenly Joanne's mouth was full of his scalding come. She gulped it down hungrily as he groaned and came, swallowing jet after jet of the salty cream. She knew he was watching Trish come, watching his wife getting off from another man's head job. She could tell how violently aroused he was. He fucked hard at her throat, and he must have shot a gallon of steaming jizz into her gulping mouth.
"Unnnhhhhh, fuck, it's good," he groaned.
"Oooooooo, I'm coming so good," Trish squealed.
At last it was over, and husband and wife looked at each other with unashamed grins. "You're not mad at me any more?" Dean chuckled.
"Honey, I was never mad at you," Trish giggled. "And I hope you're not jealous any more."
Not any more," Dean assured her as Joanne released his wet prick from her lips.
"Well, I think we owe Joanne and Mike a few favors," Trish grinned. "Just look what they did for us."
"You're absolutely right, honey," Dean said, making a grab for Joanne.
He eased her down on her back and pushed her legs wide open. Joanne eagerly cooperated, bending her knees and exposing her pussy completely to him. She shivered with longing as he went belly down between her thighs and his hot breath tickled her slit. She'd gotten pretty hotly aroused while giving him that blow job.
She glanced over to see what kind of favor Trish was doing for Mike. Mike was stretched out on his back, a big grin on his face, and he'd folded his arms behind his head. He looked very comfortable, and very horny, as petite Trish knelt beside him, bent low, and started giving him a head job. She fisted the thick base of his cock and raised the rest to her mouth. She started lashing it with her hot little tongue.
"Ahhhhhhhh, yeah," Mike sighed. , Just then Dean stabbed at Joanne's clit with his tongue, and she felt a hot burst of pleasure. "Oooooo, yesss, lick meeee," she screeched.
She and Mike locked eyes. "Having fun, honey?" he grinned.
"Mmmmmm, I sure am," Joanne smiled.
"How about you?"
"Best party we've ever had," he said.
"And you're sure saving money on the snacks," Trish giggled.
She was lathering his whole eight-inch prick with hot spit, and Mike got flushed with arousal. Soon his piss hole was leaking big hot globs of juice, and the little blonde hungrily lapped up the steaming liquid and swallowed it. Joanne found herself wildly turned on from watching. Of course Dean's tongue was turning her on, too. He was giving her sensitive clit a delicious lashing.
"Oooooooo, Dean, that feels so good," she squealed.
"He's a super pussy eater, isn't he?" Trish said. "Ummmm-hmmm," Joanne sighed, "fantastic."
Dean was snorting and snuffling around in her steaming slit, but his favorite spot seemed to be her hotly throbbing joy button. He kept whipping and stabbing it with his big slippery tongue, and Joanne clawed the bed and whimpered with pleasure. Molten juice overflowed her box and gushed down the crack of her ass. She had to admit, Dean was every bit as good as her own husband when it came to eating pussy.
"Unnnhhhh, Dean, suck me," she moaned, "make me come."
"You got it, baby," he growled.
Both of them remembered vividly what Mike had done to Trish, and now Dean imitated it, jamming his mouth onto Joanne's hotly pulsating joy button and starting to suck it noisily. The pleasure was violent and sudden, and Joanne almost flew off the bed. She drenched Dean's face with a helpless rush of cream, and her voice was hoarse with ecstasy.
"AHHHHHHH, YESSS, SUCK MEEEE!" she howled.
Mike's cock gave a lusty lurch under Trish's lapping tongue, and she saw that he was watching his wife go out of her mind with pleasure. Obviously Joanne was right on the brink of an explosive orgasm, and this would be the perfect time to bring Mike off, too. Trish firmly fisted the throbbing base of his prick and crammed the rest into her mouth.
"AWWWWWWWW, YEAH!" Mike yelled.
His cock was suddenly sheathed in the wet furnace of her mouth, and she was sucking hard and hungrily. He groaned and began feeding her a steady stream of molten juice, and she gulped it down with greedy gurgling sounds. Her blow-job was expert and exciting, and all the while he watched Dean sucking off Joanne. No wonder he started coming within less than a minute.
It all started when Joanne threw back her head and wailed, "Unnnnhhhh, Dean, you're making me come, UNNNHHHHHHHH!"
Mike watched her body convulsing, her big tits wobbling and shaking, and then his balls spasmed and discharged their sizzling load. He started coming in Trish's greedily sucking mouth, coming like a bomb. He fucked at the girl's mouth, steaming his jizz into her throat, and Trish gave muffled moans of excitement.
"AWWWWWWWW, CHRIST, EAT MY COME!" he roared.
"Mmmmmmmm," Trish moaned, "UUUUUMMMMMMMM!"
Briefly Mike and Joanne locked her eyes as they came. They knew they were perfectly agreed now-no more sexual frustration for either one of them. When Mike was on the road and Joanne was left home alone, they could fuck whoever they wanted, and there'd be no hard feelings. And if they wanted to have a "party" with another couple, great. Joanne closed her eyes and convulsed with pleasure, knowing there'd be no more problems in her marriage.
When they'd finished coming, she laughed and said, "I'm a terrible hostess. I didn't even offer anybody a drink."
"I'll help you make them," Mike said. He had a hunch Dean and Trish might want to be alone together for a few minutes. A lot of things had happened to their marriage in the last half hour.
When he and Joanne returned with the drinks, Dean and Trish were holding hands and grinning. "Trish wants to try something," Dean said, "and I think it'd be a real turn-on."
"I wanta make it with both guys at once," Trish said eagerly, "just like you were doing when I came in, Joanne."
"I figured you would," Joanne chuckled.
"Sounds great," Mike said, tossing off half his drink, "let's get started."
Joanne had never seen her husband so horny. Already he had another belly-hugging hard-on. She knew he was really getting off on fucking another woman in front of her-and on watching her fuck another guy. That was fine, as long as everybody was included in the fun. Now Mike stretched out on his back, his mammoth eight-incher sticking straight up, and he grabbed Trish and had her straddle him backwards, her cute little ass poised over his belly.
"Sit," he commanded.
Trish sat-and squealed. Mike had aimed her so that she sat right on his stiff-standing prick, and the thick slab of meat plunged deep into her juice-slick cunt. She sat down on his cock till it touched her womb and his coarse-furred balls slammed her slit. Crammed with the hot throbbing meat, she gurgled ecstatically and drenched his prick with molten cream. Dean got in on the act next, straddling Mike's legs and facing his wife, his stiffly-wagging cock grazing her lips.
"Suck it for me, baby," he growled, "suck it good and hard."
Trish eagerly opened her mouth wide and let him glide his engorged prick over her tongue. She closed her lips, caved in her cheeks, and started to suck loudly and hungrily on her husband's dick. Mike was fucking her hard and deep, driving his rock-hard boner into her molten depths and giving her hot jolts of pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm, UUUMMMMMM!" Trish moaned.
Joanne was glad for her friend, but she was feeling very left out of the fun. Then she saw Mike beckoning to her. "Come over here, honey," he leered, "and sit on my face."
Joanne was straddling him in a split second, pushing her greedy pink slit right into his face. He snarled lustily and slammed his long stiff tongue into her cunt, cramming it right to the root of her hot fuck tunnel. Joanne screeched with pleasure and fed him a hot load of tangy cream.
"Ooooooo, baby, eat me out," she screeched. "Fuck me with that big ol' tongue."
Now all four people were connected with tongue, cock and mouth. Mike plowed his stiff tongue up and down in Joanne's tangy cunt and jerked his engorged prick in Trish's juicing twat. Trish sucked hard and hungrily on Dean's throbbing prick, suctioning the salty juice out of his piss hole. The room echoed with muffled moans and cries of pleasure.
Joanne noticed that she could see all of them reflected in the dresser mirror, four friends blissed-out as they fucked and sucked each other. She wouldn't even have been able to imagine herself doing something like this a week ago. Now she couldn't imagine her life being any different. Swinging was the only way to go, and luckily her husband agreed.
CHAPTER NINE
Joanne whimpered with pleasure as her husband's stiff tongue jerked deep and hard in her lust-inflamed cunt. She watched her reflection in the mirror, her teeth flashing. She was poised right over Mike's flushed face, and she could see his tongue pistoning in and out of her fur-fringed twat.
"Yesssss, baby, yesss," she hissed. Ahead of her sat Trish, crouching over Mike's belly and taking the steady deep lunges of his rockhard cock. Her face was pink with arousal, and she was giving muffled moans and squeals as Mike fucked into her faster and faster. Her lips were hugely stretched by her husband's cock, her cheeks caved in sharply. She was sucking on Dean's prick like she was starved for it.
"Shit, yeah, suck my cock," Dean groaned, "suck me off, baby."
He knelt with his hairy thighs wide apart, straddling Mike's legs, and he was grimacing lustily as his wife sucked noisily on his fat seven-incher. Trish had managed to take most of his big boner into her mouth, and she was making a lewd slurping sound as she suctioned the sizzling cream out of his piss hole. Her throat muscles worked hard as she gulped down his salty juice.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, "MMMMMMMMMM!"
Joanne could see all of this in the mirror, and it excited her hotly. She tightened her greedy little cunt around Mike's stabbing tongue and felt herself spinning fast towards her orgasm. Judging from the way Trish's petite body was quivering, she was almost there, too. Joanne knew how excited Mike was as he prepared to bring off two girls at the same time. He thrust hard and deep with his tongue, and he fucked with lightning speed.
"Unnnhhhh, God, yes," Joanne moaned, "you're gonna do it to me, honey, I'm gonna come."
Trish's cries were muffled because her mouth was crammed with cock, but she moaned steadily as she took Mike's big jack-hammering prick. They could all hear the obscene sucking noise Mike's cock made as it reamed the juice from her lustily gripping box. Joanne felt his long stiff tongue tickling right to her womb, and that did it for her. She shuddered violently and began to climax.
"UNNNHHHHH, SHIT, I'M COMING, UNNNNHHHH!" she gasped.
Mike's face was suddenly drenched with a scalding flood of musky come-cream. At just about the same moment Trish gave a hoarse groan and he felt her hot little cunt going vise-tight around his prick. Her little body shook and bucked, and he knew she was coming hard. He couldn't hold out any longer. The kinky excitement of making two women come at the same time was just too much for him.
"Take my load, Trish," he growled, "TAKE IT, AAAGGGHHHHH!"
"MMMMMMMMM!" Trish moaned.
She sucked so hard on Dean's cock that he felt his balls spasm, and he roared, "I'M COMING, BABY, EAT IT!"
In the mirror Joanne watched her friend's cheeks swell with Dean's hot load. Trish let the steaming jizz collect till she looked like a chipmunk, then gulped it down with greedy gurgling noises. Mike's thick come was overflowing her twat and running down her thighs. Trish had taken on two guys at the same time and had done it beautifully-but that didn't surprise Joanne at all.
Finally they all rolled apart and finished their drinks. Trish and Joanne exchanged glances, and Joanne knew they weren't finished for the night, not by any stretch of the imagination. She and Trish were hot for more action, and it was just a matter of getting the men fired up again. Trish winked at Joanne to indicate that she had a plan and that her friend should just follow along. Joanne grinned and nodded.
If she'd known just what Trish had in mind, she might not have agreed so readily. She was stretched out on her back, and the next thing she knew, Trish was pushing her legs wide open and staring intently at her moist red slit. Joanne blushed a little but didn't protest. Trish was just trying to get the men lusty again, wasn't she? But why did it involve gawking at Joanne's pussy? Trish was licking her lips as she stared at the juicy red flesh and its fringe of black curls.
Then it got even more kinky. Trish gave a little gurgle of lust and crawled between Joanne's legs, bringing her face right up to her friend's tangy slit. Joanne's mouth dropped open. It looked like Trish was actually going to go down on her. Sure enough, the little blonde ran a stiff finger over Joanne's sensitive clit, and Joanne couldn't block out the surge of excitement she felt.
Trish inched even closer, her hot breath fanning Joanne's naked pussy, and she folded back the dark-furred lips of her bush and isolated the peasize lump of her clit. Her little pink tongue shot out, and Joanne braced herself for a hot blast of pleasure. She got it. Trish was expertly tonguing her clit, whipping it with her hot juicy tongue. It felt every bit as great as if a man were doing it-maybe even better.
"Oooooooo, Trish, that feels so good," Joanne squealed.
She forgot her embarrassment about getting a head job from another girl. All she knew was that it felt terrific and she wanted more. She slumped down flat on the bed and opened her legs as wide as she could, offering every bit of her tangy red pussy for Trish to eat. But right now Trish was intent on tongue-whipping her clit, giving her jolt after jolt of hot pleasure. Joanne's thick dark lashes fluttered, and her teeth glowed in a lusty grimace.
"Mmmmmmmmm, yes, eat meeeee," she moaned.
Of course they had the men's attention by now. In fact it looked like they weren't even breathing. Mike lay on one side of them, Dean on the other, and they were gawking at Trish's whipping little tongue as it flicked back and forth over Joanne's erect juicy clit. As they watched, both men got flushed in the face, and their pricks rose into steely stiffness.
"Unnnhhhhh, shit, that's good," Joanne whimpered.
Mike finally found his voice and said hoarsely, "Does Trish eat pussy good, honey?"
"Mmmmmmm, she sure does," Joanne gurgled, "she's driving me out of my mind. Unnnhhhhh, yeah, Trish, eat me good, honey."
"Oh, Christ," Dean moaned, "this is blowing my mind."
"Mine, too," Mike said. "Jesus, will you look at that."
It was quite a tantalizing sight for the two men, just as Trish had known it would be. Tall big-titted Joanne lay there with her legs widely and eagerly parted, while petite Trish hungrily went down on her, her bobbing blonde head meeting Joanne's glossy dark bush. Joanne's big nipples were erect and aroused, her face contorted in a lusty grimace.
"Oooooooo, so fuckin' good," Joanne whimpered.
Trish was using the stiff tip of her tongue to circle and tease her clit, giving her delicious sensations. Hot juice began to ooze from her aroused cunt and dribble down the crack of her ass, and she just couldn't stop creaming. Because Trish was a woman, too, she knew exactly where to lick and how much pressure to use, and she was driving Joanne wild. Soon Joanne was gurgling and moaning steadily, her whole pussy on fire with pleasure.
"Unnnhhhhh, baby, don't ever stop," she moaned.
That did it for the men. They just had to get in on the action somehow. Their cocks were stiff and drooling hot globs of juice, their balls engorged and taut. Dean was the first to leap into action. He eyed his pretty little wife crouching between Joanne's legs, her pert ass stuck up in the air, and he growled and hurried to kneel behind her, fisting his throbbing fuck tool.
"You just go on with what you're doing, baby," he growled, "while I just slip my cock into that nice hot pussy."
Trish felt the hot hard knob of his cock head wedging into the juicy little mouth of her cunt, and she shivered with eagerness and squealed, "Yes, Dean, get into me, honey, fuck me good and hard."
Dean gave a snarl of lust and sank his cock right to the balls in his wife's juicy little cuntal tube. He groaned as he felt the velvety hot flesh sheathing his engorged prick. Her hungry twat seemed to grip and suck his cock, urging him into action. He grasped her slim hips and started fucking into her greedily, his belly smacking her upturned ass. Trish gave a lusty squeal and drenched his plowing prick with molten cream.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, honey," she cried.
Hotly excited, she nosed once more into Joanne's hot tangy pussy, lashing her tongue all over the puffed flesh. But she quickly came back to her favorite spot, the visibly throbbing bud of her clit. She whipped her hot little tongue over the pulsating button, and Joanne wailed with pleasure and fed her hot bursts of musky juice.
"Ooooooooo, yeah, lick meeeee," Joanne screeched.
Mike wished he'd gotten to Trish's cunt before Dean had, because now he seemed to be left out of the party. Then he noticed Joanne's red-glossed lips, opening and closing hungrily as she moaned and responded to Trish's tonguing. Mike quickly straddled his wife's chest, his trim ass just grazing her swollen stiff-nippled tits. He trailed the heavily juicing head of his cock over her lips.
"Mmmmmmmm, for me?" Joanne purred.
"Eat all you want," he leered.
She eagerly opened her mouth and let him slide his hotly throbbing cock over her slippery tongue till it almost lodged in the back of her throat. She closed her lips around the wrist-thick shaft and caved in her cheeks, sheathing his meat in hot wet flesh. She began to suck strongly, suctioning the tasty juice out of his piss hole, and Mike groaned with pleasure and began panting harshly.
"Yeah, baby, suck my cock," he cried.
Now the four friends were all linked again, by mouth and tongue and cock. Joanne sucked loudly and hungrily on Mike's big drooling prick, while Trish ravenously tongued her throbbing joy button and lapped up her musky cunt cream. Dean groaned and pistoned his rigid prick in Trish's juice-slick box. The room echoed with lusty cries and moans, and the bed rocked and creaked.
"Unnnhhhh, Dean; fuck it to me, fuck me good and hard, baby," Trish whimpered.
"Shit, your cunt's hot," Dean groaned, "so nice and hot for me."
"Awwwwww, Christ, SUCK!" Mike howled.
"MMMMMMMMMM, UUUMMMMMMM!" Joanne moaned.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see them all reflected in the dresser mirror, and it was quite a sight, a writhing flushed chain of people, all busily eating and sucking and fucking each other. Hotly excited, she sucked twice as hard on her husband's tasty cock, and Mike yelped and fed her more thick globs of hot cream. Trish tongue-whipped her clit faster and faster, till she was quivering on the very verge of orgasm. Then she felt herself going over the edge, her body exploding in pleasure.
"UUUUMMMMMMMM!" she moaned.
"She's coming," Mike gasped, "oh, shit, is she ever sucking my cock."
Trish didn't have to be told her friend was coming-she'd just gotten a faceful of stinging tangy come-juice. She clamped her mouth on Joanne's squirting pussy and gulped down all the molten cream that poured from her cunt. As she did so, she felt herself starting to come, Dean's pile-driving cock hammering her into a body-wracking climax.
"UNNNNHHHHH, DEAN, I'M COMING!" she yelled.
"I feel it, baby, I feel it," Dean groaned, "AWWWWWWW, SHIT, YEAHHHHH!"
He began to come, fucking into her with lightning speed, flooding her cunt with fiery jizz. Just then Mike groaned, "AWWWWWWW, FUCK, SHIT, AAAGGGHHHHHH!" He started pumping his load into Joanne's greedily sucking mouth.
They were all coming at once, howling and making the bed rock and groan. Joanne tried to watch in the mirror, but she was too dizzy with pleasure to see straight. She just closed her eyes and came, blast after blast of ecstasy ripping through her body as Trish tongue-lashed her clit. Long delicious moments passed before the four friends finally rolled apart. Soon after that, Trish and Dean left, promising to return the next evening for another party.
Joanne and Mike lounged on the bed and looked at each other, then started to laugh. "You really were pissed off when you came home and caught me with those two guys, weren't you?" Joanne said.
"Yeah, and I was also turned on like crazy," Mike grinned. Then he looked thoughtful. "I don't know, honey, after an experience like that, I wonder if I can ever satisfy you," he sighed.
"Are you kidding?" Joanne said. "You're the sexiest guy in the world for me, Mike. That's why I married you. I only needed those other guys because I was horny for you and you weren't here."
"Care to prove that?" he leered.
"Mmmmmmm, would I ever," Joanne cooed.
She started licking and kissing at his toes and worked her way slowly and sensuously up his body, being pretty certain she wouldn't get farther than his cock. She was right. When she finished hotly tonguing his balls, she ran smack into an enormous hard-on that blocked her way. She gave a lusty growl and whipped his stiff-standing prick with her tongue, lathering it with hot spit.
"Lady, I'm gonna fuck you silly," Mike growled.
He grabbed her and effortlessly rolled her onto her hands and knees, and Joanne gurgled with excitement as she felt him kneeling behind her, grasping her hips, and plugging the huge swollen head of his cock into the tight-ringed mouth of her cunt. He took a deep breath and plowed into her hard, stuffing every inch of her velvety box with his hotly throbbing meat.
"Unnnhhhhh, yes, Mike, yes!" she gasped.
"Shit, it's tight," he growled.
Joanne got a devilish idea. "I know something that's even tighter," she said.
Mike caught on right away, maybe because he as already looking at the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole. He slipped his cream-slick cock from er cunt and pressed it against the little wrinkled opening. Joanne gurgled and relaxed her shitter, and she felt his giant hard prick slowly but steadily sliding up her ass.
"Ahhhhhhh, God, YESSSSSS!" she moaned. "Jesus Christ," Mike panted, "oh, fuck, YEAH."
He worked his rigid prick into her incredibly tiny asshole till he was sunk to his balls in the fiery little tunnel. He began to ass-fuck her, and Joanne groaned in ecstasy and dug her nails into the bed. She'd given her husband the last virginity she had o offer, to show him that he was always first with her, no matter how many other men she might fuck.
"Ooooooo, do it to me, fuck my ass," she whimpered.
Mike was moaning steadily as he pistoned his thick eight-incher into her deliciously snug and slippery asshole. Joanne glanced in the mirror and watched in lusty fascination as her handsome husband worked his engorged blue-veined prick in and out of the little puckered hole. She wondered if she could get off from having her ass fucked, and it wasn't long before she found out.
"Unnnhhhh, Mike, you're making me come," she whimpered, "OOOOOOOOO, YEAH, OOOOOOOOO!"
"I'm gonna give you an assful of come, baby," he groaned, "AWWWWWWWWW, SHIT, AAAGGGHHHHHH!"
"Cream me, Mike, don't ever stop," Joanne wailed.
And she really meant it. Mike was still the very best.
