In many cases today's marriage is seen as a business and/or social arrangement between consenting adults rather than a continuing expression of love.
The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the nuclear family; and the use of others for thrill-seeking- and often deviant-purposes as an end in itself instead of as a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, at worst, depravity.
THE WIFE'S ORGY URGE is the story of one young wife, outwardly normal, who discovers an eagerness to satisfy her lustful cravings. A shocking story, true, but also a mirror of our times.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Please, Eric," Rita Roberts whined as she sat cross-legged on the rumpled bed and watched her husband button his shirt and tuck it into his slacks.
"I'm late for work as it is. Besides I'm already dressed," Eric answered absently, keeping his eyes on the mirror while he knotted his tie.
Rita squirmed which caused her gown to creep up, exposing a luscious curly black cunt-bush.
"But Eric I need it bad!" She pouted, both hands between her legs as if to protect herself.
Eric ran a comb through his thick, chestnut-brown hair and chuckled.
"Rita, you always need it bad." When he picked up his shoes and left the room, she followed, her thin gown whispering against her skin.
"Call in sick," she suggested and stood watching him pull on his socks. One spaghetti strap of her gown had slipped off her tanned shoulder revealing the enticing swell of a firm, pear-shaped tit. Sunshine flooding the living room outlined her perfect figure through the silky gown, and she might as well have been naked.
"Can't. Important meeting today," Eric mumbled, slipping into his loafers and standing up. At six feet, two inches, he towered over his petite, dark-haired wife. Still he avoided looking at her.
Rita was palming her erect, brown nipples through the fabric of her gown as she followed her husband to the door, trying to think of some way to make him look at her. That familiar, aching sensation had invaded her pussy, more intense than usual, and she knew that, Eric or not, she was going to have to do something.
"See you tonight," he said, kissed her lightly on the nose, and left.
Rita sighed heavily and watched him walk to his car and drive away.
"Bastard," she said softly and leaned against the closed door; her hands still caressing her swollen tits.
As Rita went back toward their bedroom, she began to wonder, not for the first time, if her passion for sex was unusual. Morning usually found her in need of a good fucking, but this morning it was particularly bad. The ache in her pussy had intensified in the last few minutes and as she crawled onto the bed, lying on her belly, she continued to fondle a sensitive nipple with one hand and cup her pulsing cunt-mound with the other.
Then she remembered the dream. The night before had been filled with sensual, jumbled-up dreams where dozens of people fucked in every conceivable position all over the house. Eric was in the dream but he had been busy with two young girls. Riding up and down on a huge prick, she had watched him finger-fuck the girls while they shared his cock.
Concentrating on the dream, Rita rolled onto her back and worked the gown over her head. She was completely naked now, rubbing her firm, plump ass on the cool sheets and moaning softly. Later in her dream she had squatted on another prick while one rammed into her ass and yet another filled her mouth. Thinking about the dream only excited her further, and both hands trailed down her flat belly to her furry, black pussy.
She spread her legs farther apart and dipped two scarlet-nailed fingers into her dripping cunt up to the first knuckle. Biting gently on her lower hp, she added a third finger and shoved them inside her as far as she could. One finger of her other hand found her erect clit, and she rubbed the magic button causing delightful waves of pleasure to course through her body.
As the tempo of her fucking fingers increased, her legs opened wider and Rita's moans grew louder. Digging her heels into the yielding mattress, she thrust her pelvis upward to meet the invading fingers as they plunged in and out of her hungry cunt. Her abundant lubricant leaked out of her pussy and ran down her bouncing ass-cheeks. The soft moans had turned to strangled whimpers and the clit she was manipulating seemed to swell to the bursting point.
"Oh, God!" she screamed as her climax hit forcefully, making her shudder from head to toe. It was over just as quickly, but that was normal for Rita. The second one would take longer.
Heart pounding, gasping for breath, she pulled shiny wet fingers out of her pussy momentarily to taste the buttery sweetness covering them. She enjoyed the taste of her own cunt-juice almost as much as she loved the taste of jism. As she licked her fingers, memories of the dream surfaced again. In the dream she had swallowed thick, white cum from at least a dozen pricks, licked it off her hands and sucked it out of other pussies.
With a groan, she buried two fingers in her cunt again and the third snaked up her ass. The sensations flowing over her were deliciously painful, but Rita had an itch that her fingers alone would never satisfy. As her lust-glazed eyes roamed the room, she spotted a round can of deodorant on the dresser. Scrambling off the bed, she grabbed it and plunged it as far into her grasping cunt as possible while standing up. The cool metal container against her feverish flesh made her gasp. The reflection in the mirror was one of a dark-haired beauty with ripe tits, a tiny waist, and smooth, tanned legs. The red can of deodorant protruded obscenely from between her legs, made slippery by clear droplets of juice.
The itch was still there and Rita pulled the can out with a vulgar sucking sound and discarded it. Whimpering softly, she hurried into the kitchen. In the refrigerator was a long, fat cucumber and she squatted on the floor while plunging it in and out of her splayed pussy.
"Yeah, fuck it," she whispered, closed her eyes and worked her finger frantically on her clit. The orgasm began in delicate, tantalizing waves deep in her belly and continued to grow stronger. When they reached the peak of intensity, she collapsed on the floor, ramming the cucumber in and out of her forcefully and babbling incoherently. As she slowly returned to reality, the cucumber slid out of her pussy and lay between her legs in a puddle of her cunt-juices.
Finally, Rita managed to get up and walk on weak, shaking legs to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she stepped under the needlepoint spray of hot water. As she soaped herself thoroughly, thoughts of the dream came to her again and she remembered a man in a wheelchair. In her dream the man in the wheelchair had smiled at her while he held his huge cock for her to suck. It was so big she was unable to get it all in her mouth and his sperm had jetted onto her face and down her throat almost strangling her.
Rita giggled to herself. The only person she knew that used a wheelchair was David Kelly, a man who lived down the street. The most they had ever said to each other was hello. Why would she dream about him? As she rinsed off the rich lather, she realized that most of the people in her dream had been their neighbors.
"A neighborhood fuck party," Rita said aloud and giggled again, but her craving for cock had returned. The water pounding on her clit added to the excitement, but Rita didn't want to come that way. Bending over, she spread her ass-cheeks and let the water gush onto her exposed cunt and asshole.
Desire took control of her luscious body as she turned off the water, dried quickly on a big, fluffy towel and returned to the bedroom. Opening a drawer in the nightstand beside the bed, she found Ralph. Her trusty vibrator was ten inches long and a good three inches around. His simulated veins and fat knob had brought her to many, many mind-blowing orgasms. Only now Ralph wasn't of much use; his batteries were dead. Fishing around in the drawer, Rita discovered two discarded batteries. With shaking fingers she popped them in place, flipped the switch and he hummed to life.
"Oh, Ralph, I love you!" she squealed in delight, fell across the bed and buried the plastic cock in her hot, wet pussy.
The bed complained noisily as she fucked herself with the big vibrator. Closing her eyes, she conjured up scenes from the dream; scenes where cocks filled her pussy, her ass and her mouth; scenes where white streams of cum shot into her mouth, onto her ass and tits. Plunging the vibrator deeper with each stroke, Rita brought herself to the peak of excitement several times but would not allow herself to come. The wet, squishy sounds of Ralph sliding in and out of her overflowing pussy only added to Rita's arousal and her moans once again turned into guttural growls and whimpers.
Once more, she teased herself. I'll get to the edge once more and then I'll come. The faces of all the men she'd fucked came to mind but, as she climbed the mountain again, one face, smiling proudly, remained. Ralph chose that particular moment to die and the room was suddenly silent. Rita's pussy convulsed begging for more, her heart pounded and her legs parted wider. She flicked the switch off and on a couple of times with her thumb, shook him, begged him but it was useless. Ralph was dead and without fresh batteries, he couldn't help her now.
"Bastard," Rita said for the second time that morning and threw Ralph across the room.
The doorbell chimed softly adding to the frown on her pretty face. Wondering who it could be, she pulled on a robe.
"If it's a man, he'd better be careful," she muttered to herself.
Chapter Two
The frown on Rita's face disappeared when she opened the door. Standing there was the next best thing to a man-a boy; eighteen-year-old Chip Westgate, looking fresh and young in his cut-off jeans and t-shirt. An older, more experienced man would have seen the flush in Rita's cheeks, the tussled hair and swollen tits and knew what she needed, but even though Chip was tall for his age and beginning to muscle out, he had had very little experience with women.
"I came to cut your grass, Mrs. Roberts," he said with a crooked grin. "Sure, fine," Rita said as she openly admired the muscular young man's body and gave him a sexy wink. "You know where everything is."
"Yes, ma'am," he answered, meeting her gaze with trusting brown eyes and then ambled off toward the garage whistling.
An hour later, her desire still simmering, Rita was draped across a lawn chair pretending to read. Actually, she was admiring Chip's sweaty, young body as he pushed the lawn mower around their spacious back yard. Sun warmed her flesh, adding to the already deep tan that contrasted vividly with the white string bikini that she wore. It barely covered her dark nipples and trimmed cunt-bush, and she hoped it would get Chip's attention. Whenever Rita thought he might be looking, she stretched lazily giving him a good view of her taut inner thighs and the damp crotch of her bikini.
Without seeming to notice her, Chip finished mowing the grass and began clipping hedges. Rita turned onto her belly, so he could see her tight, inviting ass. When he asked her a question about some vines, she propped herself up on her elbows and her big tits almost fell out of the confining bikini top. The young man looked away quickly, but Rita saw the telltale bulge growing in his shorts.
Satisfied with the results, she picked up her book and towel and went into the house. After making a pitcher of iced tea, she donned a short robe.
"Chip," she called a few minutes later. "Come and get something to drink."
Thankful for the opportunity to come in out of the hot sun, Chip sprinted toward the back door.
Rita was sitting in the sunny breakfast nook, one long, slender leg crossed over the other, her robe hanging open to reveal the tiny bikini she had worn outside. Somehow this excited Chip even more.
"Sit down," she said with a little smile and patted the chair beside her.
Chip sat down awkwardly.
"You're really a big help, Chip. I don't know what we'd do without you," Rita purred, reaching out to touch the young man's lean thigh in a friendly gesture.
"Thank you, Mrs. Roberts," Chip said, blushed to the roots of his sun-bleached hair and gulped the cold tea.
"Did you graduate this year, Chip?" Rita asked.
"No. I've got one more year to go," he answered, wiping sweat out of his eyes.
"Then what? College?"
Chip shrugged. "I guess so. I've been thinking about Oregon State."
"That's a long way off. I'll bet there'll be a lot of pretty girls sorry to hear that," Rita continued, steering the conversation in the direction she wanted.
Chip blushed again and grinned.
"You do have a steady girl, don't you?" Rita asked.
"Not really," Chip said and put his empty glass on the table. "More?" He nodded.
Rita leaned toward him to pour the tea, making sure he smelled her perfume and saw down into the robe where her erect nipples had come to life.
"I thought a big, handsome hunk like you would have girls all over the place,' Rita said.
Chip blushed again and shook his head.
"Look what I've done," Rita said suddenly. "I've embarrassed you, haven't I? I'm so sorry. It's just that you're a very handsome young man and-" her fingers ran lightly down his forearm where soft curly hair glistened in the sun, "-well, they don't know what they're missing."
Chip crossed his legs to hide the bulge that had been growing there since they had been outside. Detecting the movement, she drew her hand from Chip's arm to touch his neck and ear.
"Mrs. Roberts ..."
"Rita. Call me Rita," she said, her voice low and husky.
"I'd better get back to work," he said, but made no move to get up.
"Chip have you ever had a girl before?" Rita asked, her soft tit brushing his shoulder.
He shook his head and swallowed hard. "Just a hand-job ..."
"You mean they jacked you off?" she said and then laughed when he looked at her in surprise. "It's okay to say it Chip. I like to hear you say those kind of words."
He swallowed again. The hardness in his crotch was becoming painful.
"Have you ever seen a naked woman?"
"Only . . . only in magazines," he stammered.
"Would you like to see me naked?" she asked.
Chip nodded but didn't blush this time.
Standing up, Rita shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Soon her bikini top and panties joined it, and she stood proudly before Chip, happy to show him her nakedness. As he drank in the sight of her naked flesh, she cupped her tits then ran her hands down her sides. Turning around, she gave him a good view of her ass, and when she looked over her shoulder, she saw that he was not looking away.
"I was very young the first time a man fucked me," Rita said as she turned back around. "He was gentle and caring and I've been in love with sex ever since. Let me show you how good it can be, Chip."
She was behind him now, her belly pressed against his back, her tits against his head, and her hands made small, sensual circles on his chest.
He nodded.
"Come on," she said softly and took his hand.
He followed her down the hall, watching the way her ass jiggled just a little with every step she took. In the bedroom she turned to him and pressed herself against him, hard-nippled tits rubbing his chest, his raging erection butting her belly. Her lips claimed his and her busy tongue darted into his mouth, seeking out his and drawing it back into her mouth. When she sucked on his tongue, he moaned softly and soon her tongue was in his mouth again and he was sucking it.
As their tongues battled, Rita found his hands and put them on her ass. He moaned, louder this time, and squeezed the flesh of her ass, drawing her closer. One hand left her ass of its own accord and found her aching tit. He kneaded and caressed it gently, palming the nipple while the other hand pulled her tightly against his crotch.
Rita's hands were busy, too. She unsnapped and unzipped his shorts and slipped a hand inside his briefs to grasp his throbbing cock. Her fingers barely reached around the cock-shaft and she felt it twitch in response. Chip fucked her hand gently and, fearing that he might lose control and come, she released him momentarily. Reluctantly removing her mouth from his, she sank to her knees, planting teasing kisses down his chest and belly along the way. Squatting at his feet, she helped him out of his shorts and briefs and ran her hands up his thick, hard-muscled thighs while she marveled at the huge cock that awaited her mouth.
"Oh, Chip, it's beautiful," she breathed and planted a kiss on the velvety head, already shiny with pre-cum.
He groaned, and Rita smeared the pearly drops around with her tongue and then began licking up and down the cock-shaft. He tasted and smelled sweaty, but she gave every inch of that hard, young cock particularly close attention. When he was throbbing steadily, Rita knew he wouldn't last long. She made a tight oval out of her lips, slid the cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down the long cock-shaft, feeling him touch the back of her throat.
"Mrs. Rob . . . Rita. Oh, God!" Chip moaned, fucking her face with abandon and Rita cupped his heavy sac.
He made a guttural growl, grabbed her head, and she jabbed a finger into his sweaty asshole.
"Sweet Jesus!" Chip howled and then erupted in her eagerly sucking mouth, experiencing the most intense orgasm of his young life. Rita continued sucking until his cock hung limp and began to shrivel and then she stood up. Their mouths met again and his hands returned to her tits.
"You learn fast," Rita breathed when he kissed his way down her neck to the tit he had been caressing.
Sucking the brown nipple into his mouth like a baby, Chip ran his hands up and down her sides, her back and then he began to knead her ass.
"Easy, easy," Rita cautioned when he bit the nipple, but she loved the feeling of his teeth and wet, sucking mouth.
Falling back onto the bed, Rita pulled Chip with her. He positioned himself over her, licking his way from one jutting nipple to the other while his hands continued to explore her body. If Rita was hot before, this was nothing compared to the fire that was raging through her now. Chip had no idea that he was in control; that anything he wanted she would gladly do, just as long as he didn't stop doing what he was doing.
Chip kissed her full, sensuous mouth again, then began working downward, past her tits, past her dimpled belly button toward her hungry pussy. He paused there momentarily and then with a groan of passion, buried his face in her slippery wet pussy. He sucked and lapped until she was dry and then probed deeply with his tongue for more.
Rita was in heaven, hunching against his face shamelessly while she held onto his head with both hands.
"My clit!" she squealed. "Suck my clit!"
Then realizing that Chip had no idea what she was talking about, her fingers revealed the little button. He understood immediately, latched onto her erect bud with his lips and sucked loudly.
"Dear, God!" she screamed and Chip had to hold her down with both hands so he could keep the slippery nub in his mouth. "Put two fingers inside me!"
Shaking, afraid he might come all over her bed, Chip worked two fingers inside her clutching cunt and continued to suck on the magic button. Then suddenly she grabbed his head, stiffened, and her clit disappeared.
Chip kept at it, and a flood of warm cunt-juice coated his chin. Pride surged through him knowing that he had actually made her come.
After a few minutes Rita pulled him up to lay on top of her, feeling his hard cock between them. She smiled happily and licked the wetness from his face.
"Are you sure you've never done this before?" she asked suspiciously.
"Never," Chip said, burying his face in her soft neck, amazed that his cock was rock hard again and hurting.
"Then you must have a gift," Rita complimented him, and her hands guided his cock to the wet entrance of her pussy. Rita's suspicions were more than aroused when he used his knees to spread her thighs farther apart and slowly, an inch at a time, work his cock into her. Biting her lower Up, Rita lifted her head to watch until his cock was completely engulfed in wetness. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him even deeper.
Beads of sweat broke out on his upper hp and forehead as he fought to keep from grabbing her ass and ramming his prick into her with brutal force. When he finally began a slow in-and-out movement, Rita sighed, and her pussy clutched at his hard cock-meat, causing almost painful pleasure.
"Easy. Slow and easy," she whispered in his ear, but her hands had trailed to his lean ass and she forced him to thrust harder.
Bracing himself on his arms, Chip looked down into Rita's blissful face. Her black hair was spread around her like a halo, her lips looked swollen and bruised, and her hazel eyes burned with a fire that he'd never seen before. For a moment she was so beautiful she looked dangerous, and he forgot all about the cunt sucking hungrily on his cock.
"Soooo good!" she whispered, eagerly meeting his thrusts.
Chip picked up the tempo and felt her pelvis reaching for him. He watched her face as it went through a series of emotions, but the fire never went out of those eyes.
"Fuck me, Chip! Fuck me! Make me come!" Rita said, and her words matched his thrusting and spurred him on. The cum was boiling in his balls and shooting down his cock-shaft and all he could hear was the pounding of his heart and Rita's sobbing cries while her pussy convulsed and milked him dry.
Chip rolled off her, exhausted, and she idly rubbed his chest, knowing that his first sexual encounter had been more than fulfilling. Sex was so wonderful, natural and sweet, and Rita wished that everyone felt that way. Someday they would, but in the meantime it was her self-appointed duty to spread the good feelings around to as many people as she could. She had a debt to pay and Chip was only the beginning.
Chapter Three
Rita turned over and reached for Eric, but the bed was empty. She opened her eyes and came face to face with a note that lay on his pillow. It said: working late again tonight. Don't wait up for me. I love you, Sleepy Head.
Frowning, she tossed the paper aside. She had been asleep when he got home from work the night before and was sorry to find out that he had already left. Rita was disappointed and the overcast sky matched her gray mood. She snuggled deeper under the covers trying to go back to sleep.
After thirty minutes of tossing and turning, Rita felt the familiar itch between her legs and knew sleep would not come. Cloudy days always make me horny, she thought and smiled to herself, but so did sunny days and snowy days. She reached for Eric's pillow and hugged it to her chest. As usual her tits ached for his mouth, her pussy yearned for his plunging cock but he was gone and there would be none of that today unless . . . and Rita smiled to herself again.
At last the itch between her legs grew worse, preventing even peaceful thoughts. Thinking that some strenuous exercise would take her mind off it, she showered, slipped into red jogging shorts and a white tank top that showed off her tan to its best advantage. Tying on her worn but comfortable Addidas, Rita left the house at a slow trot. The sky was still overcast, but there was a refreshing breeze coming off the lake and she got the feeling that everyone else in the world was asleep.
The neighborhood where she and Eric had lived for almost a year was a cluster of modern houses built in around a lake. As she passed Chip's house, she wondered if she had done a good job the day before of making him a man. It had been one of the most exciting sexual experiences of her life, almost as exciting as her own first taste of sex. As a rule, Rita like a man with experience, but the teaching had been fun, too.
Thinking about Chip brought the itch between her legs back into focus and she began to fantasize about finding a man to satisfy her needs as she jogged along the sidewalk. The fantasy brought her nipples to life and they formed little points on the front of her top, drawing attention to the brown shadows surrounding them.
"Good morning," a male voice came from behind her and when Rita realized it wasn't her fantasy lover talking, she glanced over her shoulder.
Brad Westgate, Chip's father, was hurrying to catch up with her. A handsome man in his mid forties, he was a larger, heavier version of his son with the same sun-bleached hair and trusting brown eyes.
Rita returned the greeting when he caught up with her and hoped that he didn't notice her hard nipples.
"Do you run every morning?" he asked.
"I should, but some days I just can't get to it," Rita answered with a shy smile. She wondered if he knew about her and Chip and how he would react if he did.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Looks like you're in pretty good shape, though," he said with a wicked grin and a glance at her firm ass.
"Thank you," Rita answered, thinking that he had never been this friendly before. She shivered as the spicy scent of his cologne teased her nose.
They ran along the lake in silence for a while, Rita struggling to keep pace with Brad's long area with natural clearings, a few picnic tables and several cross-crossing paths worn by dogs, children, and lovers strolling there.
When they reached the covering of trees, Brad slowed down considerably and Rita was glad. She was tired and had stumbled once or twice. Suddenly, she turned her ankle, lost her balance and sat down hard.
"Are you hurt?" Brad was beside her immediately, his face full of concern.
"I don't think so. I just turned my ankle," she answered, embarrassed at her clumsiness and tried to stand.
"Wait," Brad said while he squeezed her ankle and wiggled her foot around.
"It's okay, really ..." Rita began to protest, but Brad's hands were no longer on her ankle. They had somehow worked their way up her leg to her inner thigh where they stroked and caressed the sensitive skin gently. Goose bumps covered her arms, her nipples jumped to life again and, despite her recent exhaustion, her pussy began to tingle.
Brad's hands continued to work their magic on her senses and she watched them as if mesmerized. He reached the leg of her shorts, ran his fingers just inside and tugged playfully at her short pussy-hair. At last she tore her eyes away from his hands and looked at him. He was grinning wickedly again, and Kita felt her whole pelvis area grow ten degrees warmer, loose and moist. When he put one big hand over her cunt-mound and cupped it, Rita couldn't resist the urge to hunch against it.
"Let's go over there," Brad suggested as he helped her to her feet and pointed toward a thick grove of pines. "It's a little more private than this path."
On shaking legs, Rita followed him, taking in his broad, powerful shoulders which narrowed into slim hips. He reminded her of her first lover and there was no stopping what she knew was about to happen. In the center of the grove of pines was a small clearing and a picnic table. Their privacy seemed complete as Brad turned and took her in his strong arms. She welcomed the feeling of his possessive mouth crushing down on hers and ground her pelvis against him.
Rita's fantasy came to life as he took the initiative, pulled up her tank top and went straight for her nipples. She moaned and cradled his head in her arms and never thought about cautioning him as she had his son when he bit them gently.
"You're a hot little lady, aren't you!" Brad chuckled when he probed her pussy with two fingers and found it wet and clutching. Rita could only nod, unashamed of her reaction to this handsome older man and his attentions, but she wanted to give him pleasure as well as receive it. Sinking to her knees, she pulled his shorts down just enough to expose his uncut cock and bloated balls to her gaze. She eased the foreskin back to expose the satiny head and kissed it lovingly, letting her tongue dip into the slit.
"Yeah, baby," Brad said softly.
Rita pulled more and more skin back and licked and sucked as she did so until Brad's hard cock had almost doubled in size and throbbed steadily. Not until then did she suck his cock into her mouth and tickle the underside of his cock with her tongue.
"Ah, that's it!" Brad groaned and fucked her face gently.
Rita wanted to taste his cum badly, but her empty pussy was demanding attention, too. She let his prick slip out of her mouth with a loud pop, stood up and dropped her shorts. She stood among the trees with her shorts around one ankle, her top scrunched up under her chin and her ever-hard nipples jutting skyward.
With an evil chuckle, Brad came toward her, surrounded her with his arms again and their mouths met in a deep probing kiss that left both of them breathing hard. His prick poked between her thighs, getting wet from the juices that had dripped there from her overflowing cunt. He thumbed her nipples and then sucked them until they were raw while his hands massaged her ass-cheeks, pulling them apart and teasing her puckered brown asshole with his probing fingers.
Suddenly Rita could stand the teasing no longer.
"Fuck me, Brad! I need it so bad! Please," she hissed, stepping away from his embrace, bending forward over the picnic table and spreading her pulsing pussy-lips apart with trembling fingers.
Needing no further encouragement than the inviting pink wetness framed by curly black hair, he moved behind her. With skill, he guided his prick to her steaming pussy, pushed until just the head was inside her and held it there for a second. He forced himself to remain motionless until Rita pushed back, impaling herself further on his prick.
"Dear, God," she whispered and bit her lower Up as that wonderful stuffed feeling invaded her body and mind. She was unaware of the rough wood of the picnic table irritating her tits. Only Brad's pulsing cock-shaft sliding in and out of her cunt and the hand that was massaging her clit had her attention.
"Let it go, baby!" Brad grunted and bit her ear, and her climax brought guttural animal sounds of pleasure that did not sound at all out of place in the wooded area.
Brad's rhythm slowed after her orgasm was over. He wanted to bring her to another before he came, and they both relaxed, content to enjoy the intense sexual stimulation each received from the other. Rita squeezed his prick with her strong cunt-muscles and he slapped her upturned ass playfully.
"Keep that up and I won't last long," he warned.
When he pulled out of her a few minutes later, she shot a questioning look over her shoulder and then he maneuvered her onto her back on the table. The rough wood bit into the tender skin of her ass and back, but all she was interested in was getting Brad's cock back inside her. He seemed to be in a hurry for that too, put her legs over his shoulders, and entered her with one powerful lunge. Then he began pumping again, in earnest with deep thrusts that brought grunts of pleasure from both of them.
"Give it to me," she said over and over again as she hunched against him.
Working his cock-meat in and out of her in a steady rhythm, Brad watched her facial features contort. In fascination he watched her, pinched her nipples roughly, felt her pussy contract and saw the smoldering fire in her eyes leap into life.
"Oh, fuck, I'm coming! I'm coming!" he bellowed like a bull and lost all control.
Her moans turned into a loud wail as the first hot streams of his spunk streaked out of his cock to coat her womb. As he fired his load into her clutching cunt, he continued to pound into her, bringing her to an even higher level of ecstasy. Finally, their lusty cries became soft whimpers, their movements slowed and ceased and Brad fell on top of her, resting his head on one sweaty tit.
"That was good," she cooed softly.
"Uh-huh," he muttered, trying to find the strength to move.
"Do you really run every day?" she asked suddenly and forced him to look at her.
He grinned sheepishly. "No. I saw you go past our house this morning and I said to myself, Brad, that's one fine-looking piece. You ought to try tapping it."
Rita laughed at his expressive language. "Well, you've tapped it. Is it still a fine-looking piece."
"Hell, yes, and it feels even better than it looks," he answered, moving away from her and pulling up his shorts.
Rita put her clothes back on and they jogged back toward the lake, talking like old friends. As she reached her house, Rita felt a warm trickle of jism dripping out into her shorts and she smiled.
Chapter Four
Later in the afternoon, Rita decided to go shopping. As she showered, put on clean shorts and a halter, she remembered her dream and that Brad had been one of the eager participants in the neighborhood orgy. She was still grinning at the thought of a dream come true as she drove to the local market. Her pussy was content with the attention it had received from Brad, and she hummed softly to herself as she pushed her shopping cart up and down picking out food.
Her humming came to an abrupt halt when she saw a wheelchair up ahead of her. The man in it had dark brown hair and he was talking to another man, moving his long-fingered hands expressively. It had to be David Kelly, their neighbor, and the first thing that crossed her mind was that he had been in her dream, too. She started to turn around to avoid him, afraid that she might do something to upset him, but his friend had gone away and David was having trouble reaching a can of coffee.
Pushing her cart toward him, she smiled and said, "May I help?"
"Sure, Mrs. Roberts. Sometimes this is a little inconvenient," he answered, his voice soft and soothing.
"I can imagine," Rita replied and reached for the coffee, noting the way his eyes moved up her legs to her ass and back down again. "And please call me Rita. Mrs. Roberts makes me sound so old."
"Thanks, Rita," he said, putting emphasis on her name, but his eyes were saying so much more. He took the can and they parted company, but she could feel his eyes on her all the way down the isle.
They ran into each other again in the parking lot and, tossing her worries aside, she offered to drive him home. He accepted the offer and they talked easily while she drove. It felt good to be doing something useful and she always enjoyed it when a man's eyes devoured her the way his did. Once at his house, she carried the groceries inside and offered to put them away, but he stopped her.
"You go out on the deck and sit down. I'll bring cool drinks and we'll talk," he said with authority, and when Rita hesitated he added, "Scat!"
With a smile, she left the kitchen which was very much like her own. On her way through his comfortably furnished living room, she passed several bookcases filled with oversized, glossy magazines. Curiosity getting the better of her, she paused, pulled one off the shelf and looked at it. It was titled Blondie, and on the front cover, in full color, was a detailed, close-up photograph of a very wet pink and blonde pussy. Totally absorbed in the pictures, Rita leafed through the magazine. A vague tickling began in her belly. She had seen lots of erotic literature but never, never anything this explicit.
David dropped something in the kitchen and swore and Rita snapped out of her trance. Hurriedly she began putting the books back on the shelf. In doing so, she knocked several off, and that was how he found her, trying to pick up all those books and put them away before he saw her.
"I'm sorry," Rita began, "I saw these and . . . "
David looked worried. "No harm done. What do you think?"
Rita cleared her throat. There was no need denying that the books aroused her, she knew he could see it on her face. "They're great."
His face broke into a relieved smile.
"Especially this one," Rita said quickly, holding a book up for him to see.
"You're probably one of the few women in the world who would appreciate my book collection. All of these shelves are filled with erotic literature and I have more in the den," he said.
"Oh, I enjoy all sorts of sexually stimulating material," Rita said, sitting on the floor near him. "I've just never seen anything quite this explicit before."
David watched as she slowly turned the pages, pausing now and then when an especially large cock was pictured erupting into an open mouth or across a smooth, white ass. She seemed perfectly at ease, and he was almost ashamed of the hard-on that was growing more prominent by the minute.
"Look how big this guy is," Rita marveled and shook her dark head. "I don't know if I could take one that big."
"Let me see." David reached for the book and noticed that one button of her halter had come undone. "I know where there's one bigger than this," he said, speaking carefully.
"Really? Where?" To Rita the one in the picture looked big enough for two people and she could not imagine what an even bigger one would look like.
He handed the book back to her and then as Rita watched, unzipped his pants and freed a semi-hard cock that was indeed bigger than the one in the picture.
"It's ten inches long and five inches around when it's completely hard," he said proudly.
Rita stared in amazement. Her tongue moistened her dry lips in an unconsciously sexual action, and as she continued to watch, his monster prick stiffened and grew longer.
"May I touch it?" she whispered, keeping her eyes on it as if it might attack if she looked away.
"Please," David said softly, his voice suddenly thick.
Rita's right hand replaced David's, and he sighed audibly. Her fingers could not reach all the way around but the hot, throbbing cock felt inviting and she bit her lower lip and smiled up at him. The left hand joined the right. She pumped up and down gently for a few minutes and it grew even larger. She realized that the vague tickling in her belly had grown to an excited quiver.
"May I kiss it?" she asked.
David nodded and looked into the valley between her soft tits. "It's been over a year since a woman did that."
Still holding his cock-rod with both hands, Rita leaned forward and tenderly kissed the spongy head of the giant cock. It trembled and a huge amount of pre-cum bubbled forth. She lapped it up eagerly and found that it tasted sweet. David moaned softly, but Rita did not hear his sounds of pleasure. At that moment, the only thing that existed for her was his big cock. She licked her way up and down the shaft, until it was glistening wet. Then she opened her mouth as wide as possible and engulfed the head and only a few inches of the shaft. His cock really was huge and she found that after only a few more inches, his cock was nudging the back of her throat.
"Rita, when most women see my cock, they're either afraid or they laugh at me. I've had them call me a freak," he said. "Never has a woman worshipped my cock this way and God knows I've never been sucked this way before."
She let his prick slide out of her mouth and held it in her fist. It was glistening with her spit.
"I think it's beautiful," she said and then plunged his cock into her hot mouth again, a little deeper.
Pre-cum was flowing freely now, and David watched in awe as she sucked at the sweet liquid while picking up the speed and depth of her up-and-down motions. Finally, he lost control.
"Gonna come!" he grunted, almost afraid that she would stop sucking, but Rita added her skillful hands to what her mouth was doing to his cock and the jism blasted out of him like a boiling volcano.
Again and again the streams of white, hot cum filled her mouth and she swallowed as much as she could. When he caught his breath, she was sitting at his feet again with a tiny stream of cum at the corner of her mouth. He pulled her onto his lap, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her warmly.
"I gotta come!" Rita told him breathlessly, scrambling off his lap. "You wanna watch?"
David nodded.
She shimmied out of her shorts, propped herself up against some pillows off the sofa and her fingers parted the black, furry patch between her legs to show him the wet, pink folds of her pussy. Then two scarlet-tipped fingers disappeared inside, and Rita's thumb found her swollen clit. Her eyes met his as she began fingering herself.
"David! David, I'm coming! Uh-uh, I'm coming!"
But he knew that already and could almost feel the heat being generated by her excitement. They finally went out onto the deck where they sipped lemonade, basked in the warm sunshine, and talked. By late afternoon, David had recuperated from the blow-job, and he undressed her, touching her brown-nippled tits, her flat belly, her thighs with light, feather-like touches. When his competent hands had brought her flesh alive, his mouth and tongue took over, kindling an even deeper fire, making her moan and reach for him. With his head between her parted thighs, he brought her to the brink of orgasm and then looked up to see the beautiful woman's intense need on her face.
"Please, David!" she begged.
"What? Tell me what you want?" he urged and inserted two fingers in her pulsing pussy.
"I want your big cock inside me," she panted and he found it impossible to resist. In his bedroom, she undressed him, their excitement increasing with each passing moment, and when he lay on his back and she squatted over his face, he lapped eagerly at her dripping cunt. She groaned and quivered and almost drowned him with her copious flow of juices. Then she worked her way down his chest, smearing her wetness as she went, and positioned herself over his rock-hard cock.
"You're so big. I'll have to go slow," she said as much to herself as to him and rubbed the head of his prick against her wet pussy to lubricate it.
Her head brought groans of pleasure from him. Then, Rita took a deep breath and squatted lower. The head of his prick popped inside her, stretching her wide and she waited for her body to adjust before pushing farther. She repeated this procedure several times and soon she was riding up and down on the first few inches of his cock-shaft. He rubbed her sensitive clit with one hand and squeezed a bouncing tit with the other. As her excitement increased, her movements became more frenzied and she took him deeper and deeper.
At last their pubic hair mingled and his cock was buried inside her pussy. She smiled proudly at him.
"We did it," she breathed. "I'm stuffed!"
David nodded and wiggled his hips.
Rita began riding his cock-pole again while his hands kneaded her ass and his eyes stayed glued to her gorgeous bouncing tits.
"Oh, fuck, Rita, you're so tight!" he said.
"Tell me, David! Tell me how good it feels!" Rita urged as her tempo increased. When he was deep inside her, she felt as if she could take no more, and yet when he was not, she wanted more.
"God, you're so hot inside you burn my prick, and so wet. Do you like it?" he asked, his voice strained and husky.
"It feels like it's gonna come out of my mouth," Rita said with a short laugh. "I've never been this fucked before."
"That's it, baby, move that ass!" David said, and took the hard nipple that she offered to him when she leaned forward. Rita's climax struck unexpectedly and her pussy contracted and convulsed around the invading cock while she shuddered and would have collapsed if he hadn't been holding her upright.
As soon as she recovered, she grinned down at him. "I'm gonna be sore for a month."
David laughed and then positioned her on her side so he could take her from behind. At first Rita was afraid he was going to ass-fuck her. She'd been ass-fucked before, but he was much too big. Instead he snuggled close to her, nudged his slimy cock between her legs and then she guided it into her pussy. It was still a tight fit this time but went in much easier than before and he immediately began humping her from behind.
He stopped nibbling her neck and shoulder long enough to stick two fingers of her right hand into his mouth. Licking and sucking them until they were shiny wet, he then put the spit-slick fingers between her legs and used them to tickle her clit.
"David," she whimpered, "come with me!"
His thrusting speeded up and his mouth returned to her ear. "Come on, Rita. Let me feel that pussy quiver! Milk my cock dry!"
"David! David!" Rita squealed as her orgasm swept over her in long, shuddering waves, and his explosive shots of sperm coating her insides only heightened her feelings. At long last they came back to earth and slept briefly in that intimate position.
"I want to thank you for the lovely afternoon," David said at the door. She had showered before dressing to go home and was tempted to suck him off again before she left.
"My pleasure," she responded, running her finger down his cheek and along his jaw line.
He captured it in his hand and bit it gently. "Come back and we'll do it again sometime."
"That's a deal," Rita said happily and then went to her car and drove away.
As she thought back over the events of the past few days, she smiled. This spreading of sexual pleasure made her feel powerful, complete somehow and she liked the feeling.
Chapter Five
Eric arrived home at two in the morning. Rita had been asleep for hours and she only stirred and mumbled something when he crawled into bed beside her. The next morning she was up early, however, showered and dressed in white shorts and a crisp, striped blouse. After preparing his favorite breakfast, she brought it to him on a tray.
"What's all this?" he asked, sitting up in bed, staring at her in surprise.
Rita sat on the bed facing him and shrugged, her tits undulating seductively under her clothes. "You're so busy all the time and we hardly ever see each other any more."
Eric's cock twitched and he looked away from her quickly, sipped his coffee and began eating. "Rita, I know I've been neglecting you but it won't last much longer. Another week. Two at the most."
"Do you still love me?" she asked, her eyes suddenly sparkling with unshed tears.
"Of course."
"And if you stopped loving me, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?" Her hand made lazy circles on his thigh.
"Yes. But that won't happen," he answered and his cock jumped again in response to her touch.
"Good," Rita murmured as she pulled down the sheets to free his growing prick to her gaze. Her mouth began to water at the thought of tasting his jism, but suddenly Eric was moving away from her, covering himself with the sheet. She looked up in surprise and hurt.
"Rita, honey, I've gotta go," he said lamely.
Before she could move or make a sound, he practically ran from the room. She curled up in a ball in the warm place where he had been and listened to the shower while her hands cupped and rubbed her cunt-mound. The itch was back and she would have to find some way to scratch it.
"I'll be late again tonight," he said as he kissed her good-bye at the door.
Rita nodded and closed the door behind him suddenly feeling lost and alone. Is this how it feels when you lose your husband? She wondered. Somehow she kept her worries at bay and her itch under control and managed to fill the morning with household chores. After lunch she worked on her tan and read, but it was almost impossible to keep her mind on her book. Just as she was making a sandwich for her dinner, the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Rita. It's Brad Westgate."
"Howdy," she said, trying to keep the welcome sound out of her voice.
"Listen, I'm alone this evening. Would you and Eric like to come over for a drink?"
"Eric's working late," Rita said, looking around the empty room, "but I'd love to come over."
"Good. I'll see you in a few minutes." "Okay!"
Freshening her make-up and brushing her shining black hair, Rita put on white slacks made of a satiny material that outlined her cunt-mound suggestively and a lacy, low-cut top with only one button. Admiring herself in the mirror, she ran her hands down her shapely thighs and smiled prettily. Satisfied with her looks, she picked up her purse, locked the door behind her and strolled around the lake in the late evening sunshine toward Brad's house.
Brad met her at the door with a drink in one hand and a charmingly handsome smile on his face. "That outfit is a knock-out!"
"Thank you," she answered and followed him inside. Her hair was a little wind-blown and the walk had brought a healthy flush to her cheeks. Except for the nagging worry about the state of her marriage, she felt beautiful.
"Let's go downstairs," he suggested and led the way to a narrow set of carpeted stairs. The bottom of the stairs opened into a huge rec room. To Rita it looked almost as big as a gymnasium with a big screen TV, an elaborate bar done in black leather and chrome that took up one corner, a stone fireplace and lots of comfortable sofas and chairs with big fluffy cushions.
"This is nice," she said, sinking onto a nearby sofa and feeling immensely at ease.
"Thank you. What'll it be?" he asked, moving behind the bar.
"Screwdriver," she answered.
"Sorry, lady, I gotta fix this bus," he said, using a punch-line from an old joke.
Rita picked up on it quickly and laughed. She was still smiling and shaking her head when he put the cold glass in her hand. Their eyes met and he leaned forward and kissed her full, sensuous lips. She returned the kiss running her hand up the nape of his neck to entwine her fingers in his wavy hair.
"Rita," he whispered when their lips parted but it was almost too late for words.
She put the glass down on a nearby glass-topped table and reached for him with both hands, her tongue snaking into his mouth, her braless tits pressing into his chest. Scooting lower on the sofa, she pulled him on top of her, loving the feel of his weight. His hard-muscled body lined up with hers and he put his hands up under her blouse to squeeze and knead the delicious globes of tit-flesh that were hidden there. They pressed against each other for a long time, hands roving, tongues battling and her pelvis grinding against his hard cock.
With a little growl, Rita pushed him gently away and slipped out from under him. He watched as she stood up and unbuttoned her revealing blouse. Slowly, teasingly, she shrugged it off her shapely shoulders, and her hard-nippled tits jutted upward, proud and firm, almost begging for his mouth. With a low moan, Brad moved to touch her but she danced playfully away. When he sat back down, she arched her back and her hands squeezed the luscious globes of tit-flesh and offered them to him.
Brad's already hard cock jumped in response as the sensuous woman before him ran her hands down her sides to her narrow waist and unzipped her pants. She was wearing nothing underneath and he saw a swirl of black pussy-hair. With tantalizingly slowness, she began peeling the material off her hips, revealing the mound that pouted, glistening with her dripping excitement.
Working her slacks off her legs, she tossed them aside and then her hands returned to her body. With legs slightly apart, Rita used two fingers to part the lips of her cunt and show him the pink sweetness inside while her other hand pinched her nipple. Squatting, she dipped a finger into her waiting pussy and then, deliberately holding his gaze with her fiery eyes, she brought the finger to her lips and licked it.
He groaned as his shaking fingers unzipped his pants to free his hard prick and ease the pain in his full crotch! She came to him, knelt between his legs and eagerly reached for his cock. As before when she had sucked him, she began slowly, first licking and kissing and then inch by inch swallowing his throbbing cock-meat until it was deep in her throat. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair, her lips stretched around the base of his cock and he thought she had never looked lovelier.
He stroked her long, dark hair, traced the outline of her lips and watched as she released a few inches of his prick only to suck it back in again. As her head bobbed back and forth on his cock, he managed to get his hands on her tits where he pinched her hard, swollen nipple. Rita moaned around his prick, closing her eyes as the touch of his hands brought waves of excitement washing over her. She fondled his balls, rubbed his lower belly and increased the speed of her sucking mouth.
"Let me suck your pussy," he whispered to her and stretched out on the sofa.
Without taking her hot mouth from his cock, she maneuvered herself so that she was squatting over his face, and he parted the thick folds of her cunt with his tongue. Rita groaned and reached for more of his tongue while her mouth continued to make short trips up and down his cock-shaft. In seconds they had picked up a rhythm and his tongue fucked her hungry pussy while his prick fucked her sucking mouth. The aroma of their animal excitement filled the room and they humped and bucked against each other on the sofa.
When his passion reached the point of no return, he latched onto her clit with his teeth and jabbed a slick finger up her ass. She took his cock deep in her throat and coaxed the cum out of his balls with her free hand. As she came, she grunted and growled and ground her pussy in his face, but her mouth remained on his spewing cock until it was completely empty. They lay in that comfortable sixty-nine position while their breathing returned to normal.
"God, Rita, you sure know how to suck cock," he said after a while and she smiled at him, her head resting on his knee. Untangling himself from her arms and legs, he went to the bar, prick dangling limply between his legs, and made himself another drink.
"I had a good teacher," she said quietly as she reached for her untouched drink. "Besides. I enjoy seeing how good I can make you feel."
"Lady, you make me feel very, very good and in just a little while, I'm going to make you feel good," he promised.
Rita winked and raised her glass.
Without bothering to dress, Rita stood up and began walking around, looking at different objects and talking randomly about mundane things. Brad found that he couldn't take his eyes off her undulating ass-cheeks and her firm, enticing tits. The trimmed cunt-bush, still wet from his mouth and her own juices, looked more inviting than ever and he was content just to watch her move as graceful as a cat around the room.
Finally she grew tired of that and perched on the arm of a chair. With her dark hair curling over her shoulders to partially cover her naked tits, she looked almost innocent. The image was destroyed by her sparkling eyes and slightly parted thighs. Brad sat down near her and put an arm around her waist. He was not surprised to find that his prick was growing interested again. Rita saw it too and reached into his lap to squeeze it.
Knowing that he was watching her, admiring her naked body as she walked around the room excited Rita and she was anxious for Brad to get hard again. She squeezed and manipulated his cock until it began to grow in her hand and then she added her mouth to the process. In a very few minutes, he was groaning and lifting his hips to meet her mouth.
"You said you were gonna make me feel good," she reminded him. "I hope you're gonna use this big fella here."
"You bet your sweet ass, I am," he answered and pulled her to her feet. He positioned her in the chair with her knees in the seat and her beautiful tits draped over the back. It was easy to see that she was ready for him by the glistening wet pussy that seemed to pulse as he squeezed her ass-cheeks.
"Fuck me," Rita urged breathlessly and wiggled her ass at him.
He stepped closer, sank the first three or four inches of his prick in her juicy cunt and felt her strong cunt-muscles squeeze his cock tightly.
"Fuck me, Brad," she said urgently and he plunged the rest of the way inside her, making her grunt with the force of his thrust.
Holding onto her ass, he continued to pound in and out of her grasping pussy with almost cruel force.
"Harder!" she panted and pushed back, begging for more.
Brad doubled his speed and fucked her as hard as he could, beads of sweat forming on his upper Up as he fought to keep himself under control. A fine layer of sweat covered Rita's body and she continued to reach for him. The sound of his prick squishing in and out of her wet cunt spurred her on as well as the feel of his hard belly against her ass.
"Fuck my ass!" she screamed. "Fuck my ass, Brad! Hurt me!"
Brad needed no second invitation. He pulled his slick fuck-pole out of her clutching pussy, spread her ass-cheeks wide and worked the head of his prick in her puckered, brown asshole.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck my ass!" Rita hissed and then bit her lip as the almost unbearable pain ripped through her insides when he shoved his prick all the way inside. She held her breath and waited, knowing that soon the pain would turn to pleasure.
"Feel good?" Brad asked as he began moving his cock slowly in and out of her asshole.
Rita nodded and then sighed as his finger found her clit and began massaging it to the rhythm of his fucking. She came first, her ass clamping down on Brad's prick. Then he howled and emptied his balls into her bowels in hot streams and Rita gloried in the sensation. For a few seconds the only sound in the room was her slowly dying whimpers and his ragged breathing.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" A throaty, feminine voice came from behind them.
Shocked, Rita turned around and came face to face with Brad's wife.
Chapter Six
"How long have you been here?" Brad asked, moving away from Rita, locating his pants and pulling them on.
"Long enough," Tammy Westgate answered, her green eyes narrowing to slits as she looked Rita over carefully.
Seeing that Brad was behind the bar mixing drinks, unruffled by the sudden appearance of his wife, Rita watched the tall, redhead warily, terrified, not knowing what she might do.
"You were right, Brad, she's a beautiful piece," Tammy said as she continued to take inventory of the naked young woman crouched in the chair. "Great ass and she photographs well, too."
"I knew she would," Brad said, handing his wife a frosty glass.
Rita's ass felt oily, filled with Brad's cum and she hated having Tammy look at her like she was a piece of meat at the butcher shop. She shivered, wishing she could get to her clothes.
"Anyway," Tammy said, turning away from Rita and handing Brad a video cassette, "I got most of it on tape."
Rita's quick intake of breath brought their eyes back to her. "You mean you taped us doing . . . doing it?"
The older woman smiled at Rita as if she were a child. "Yes, dear. Would you like to watch?"
"Please stay and watch, Rita. You'll love it," Brad said as he crossed the room to the VCR, pushed the tape into the slot and pressed a few buttons.
Immediately, the big screen lit up and there she was stretched across the back of the chair with Brad ramming his angry, red cock in and out of her upturned ass like a sledgehammer. She could see the cheeks of his ass clenching and unclenching and hear her wails of "Fuck me! Fuck me!" while she wiggled against him.
Blackmail was the first thought that came to Rita's mind as she watched the screen. They were going to blackmail her but for what? Money? The Westgates seemed to have plenty of money, certainly more than she and Eric. For sexual favors? She tried to think about what they might want, tried to concentrate on at least getting across the room to her clothes but the compulsion to watch the screen was too great.
There was a close-up of Brad's greasy cock spreading her asshole and sliding in easily. The camera had picked up every detail of their fucking, every sound of their pleasure and they all watched in silence. Then for the first time in her life, Rita heard her wails of passion that signified her climax and she felt a gush of warmth between her legs.
The tape ended right after that and Brad whistled low and looked at the two women. His crotch was beginning to bulge and Rita saw that Tammy's eyes were glowing, whether from making the tape or watching it Rita was unsure. Brad and Tammy were too busy looking at each other to notice her and Rita pushed her sudden arousal aside and seized this opportunity to go for her clothes. When she was dressed, she turned to face them.
"How much?"
"How much what?" Tammy asked in surprise.
"How much do you want for the tape?" Rita said, ready to beg if necessary, anything to protect Eric.
Brad's hearty laughter filled the room. "Rita, babe, you can have the tape."
"But first, there's a little proposition we'd like to make," Tammy said.
This is it, Rita thought. "A proposition?"
"You're a very pretty girl and you photograph well but that's not what's important. You love sex. It shows in the way you walk, the way you talk. That tape contains footage of a woman who thrives on giving and receiving sexual pleasure," Tammy explained as she came toward Rita.
"This is what you might call a screen test," Brad put in. "Tammy and I make and sell sexually explicit video tapes to a very rich, very specialized audience. We're in need of a hot new actress and, as far as I'm concerned, we found her."
"That is, if you're interested," Tammy added.
Rita opened her mouth to answer but Brad held up his hand. "You get five hundred for each tape you do."
Rita paused, thinking.
"Just think, Eric wouldn't have to work so hard. He'd be home a lot more often," Tammy said with a little smile.
"And we've got a great bunch of studs lined up for you. Some of them right here in the neighborhood," Brad said proudly.
Rita bit her lower lip and tried to think. They really did need the money. It would take some of the pressure off Eric and he would never know how she got the money.
"Please say yes, Rita," Brad said softly.
"I could only work during the day," Rita said.
Brad and Tammy nodded. "And I could quit any time I wanted?" Rita asked.
"Of course, dear," Tammy said soothingly.
"All right, I'll do it," Rita said, suddenly making up her mind and watched relieved smiles come over Brad and Tammy's faces.
"Well, this calls for a celebration," Brad said and his eyes met Rita's as he raised his glass in a toast.
"We'll celebrate later," Tammy said with authority as she steered Rita to the door. "You need to go home and get some sleep. Your first assignment begins in the morning. Be here at eight o'clock sharp."
Chapter Seven
The next morning when Rita awoke, Eric had again come and gone and left a note taped to the refrigerator saying that he loved her. She pulled it free, kissed it and then headed for the shower.
"Soon, Eric, soon," she promised as she dressed and left the house for her first day at work.
Tammy met her at the door wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.
"Right on time," she commented, looking at her watch. "I like that in an employee."
Rita smiled and followed the redhead through the house to the kitchen. "What happens now?"
"We've been out on the patio talking out the scene," the older woman explained and led Rita through the dining room through sliding glass doors and out onto a patio splashed with sunshine.
Wearing shorts and a t-shirt, Brad was sitting at a round, glass-topped table sipping orange juice. Chip, a young girl and another man were also seated there.
"You know Chip," Tammy began the introductions. "This is my daughter, Nancy, and Joe, our technical man."
They exchanged handshakes and nods. Rita was beginning to feel spasms of nervousness.
"Rita, I'd like to tell you a little bit about our organization," Brad began. "B&T Videos is a small company that provides short, pornographic video tapes to a very rich, select audience. Our customers want hot, non-stop sex and that's what we give them. In fact, the video we're taping today was requested by one of our more prestigious clients."
As Brad talked, his wife wrote furiously on a yellow legal pad, stopping only briefly to whisper something to Joe who disappeared into the house.
Rita nodded as she listened intently and realized that her nervousness was being replaced by excitement.
"Our staff is quite small," Brad continued. "I'm in charge of sales and distribution, Tammy here directs, edits and shoots. Our actors and actresses are freelance like yourself who work when we need them."
"Do you ever act?" Rita asked and wondered who she would be working with. "Sometimes," Brad answered with a wink. "As Brad mentioned," Tammy cut in, her tone very businesslike, "the tape we're doing today was a special request from a very prestigious client. He requested a tape depicting a father leading his son to the first sexual experience of his life."
Rita did not dare look at Chip who sat across the table from her.
"This tape is special. This is your debut performance and I'm sure we'll get many requests for you, my dear. This is also Chip's first appearance in one of our tapes," Tammy said. "And, as far as I know, this will be our son's first fuck." She shot Rita a warning look. "I trust you'll make it enjoyable."
"I'll do my best," Rita countered, meeting Tammy's gaze steadily.
With an impatient snort, Nancy jumped up from the table and went inside.
"May I see the script?" Rita asked.
Brad laughed and slapped his knee. "Honey, we don't work from a script. Tammy sets up the scene and you just let nature take its course. You're a natural, you'll know what to do."
"Well, let's get this show on the road," Tammy said, standing up abruptly, and they filed back into the house.
Downstairs Rita was directed to a room off to the left at the foot of the stairs. Quietly opening the door, she stepped into a room that was really a huge closet filled with racks of shimmering gowns, sexy lingerie of every possible color and style and in one corner, leather pants, boots, whips and chains.
"Over here, Rita," Nancy said curtly, and Rita saw the shapely young girl standing next to a small dressing table with a mirror.
She was holding a shiny, black teddy trimmed with red satin ribbons.
"Put this on," Nancy said in the same brisk tone.
Rita went to her and undressed, noting that Nancy's eyes took in her full, upstanding tits and the dark triangle at the juncture of her thighs, with a cold, unfeeling stare. The soft garment fit Rita perfectly, molding to her small waist and jutting tits and accentuating her long legs. In stony silence, Nancy motioned for her to sit down at the dressing table where she applied make-up expertly and brushed Rita's hair until it shone.
"You do good work to be so young," Rita told Nancy, looking at her sultry image in the mirror. "Who taught you?"
"Never mind that!" Nancy snapped. "You'd better get out there to my brother!"
Rita was unsure of what she'd done to upset Nancy or why she put such bitter emphasis on the word brother, but this was no time for questions. She crossed the narrow hall and stepped into the rec room where she had been with Brad the night before. The wall containing the bar had been removed and behind it lay a bedroom done in every shade of red imaginable. On a low platform in the center of the room was a huge round bed with red satin sheets and pillows. Rita stared in awe at the transformation.
"Surprised?" Brad asked, close to her ear.
Rita nodded. "I can't believe it."
"It was Tammy's idea. We do most of our shooting in here. All we have to do is change the decor once in a while. Saves money."
Before Rita could answer, Tammy interrupted. "Here's the plot, Rita. Brad is a married man and you're his mistress. The two of you are discovered by his son who threatens to expose your little secret. You find out that the son is a virgin and Brad suggests you give the boy a tumble in exchange for his silence. Got it?"
Rita nodded. Her mouth was dry and she felt as if she were moving in a dream. Then Brad, wearing a silk robe, was leading her toward the bed and she moved woodenly after him.
Removing the robe, Brad positioned himself with his back resting against the padded headboard of the bed. He stretched his long legs out in front of him and his cock began to stiffen. He pulled Rita to his chest.
"Just relax," he said softly, stroking her head and urging her to snuggle against him. "Forget the cameras and think about this," he whispered and guided her hand to his growing cock.
Rita's hand curled around the thick cock, and she pumped it gently a few times. The lights were bright and she could see Tammy standing nearby holding a camera. Joe and Nancy were there, too, but her nervousness was disappearing quickly.
"What do you think about that?" he asked.
"It's beautiful," Rita said.
"And it makes you feel good?"
"Oh, yes. I love it," she said and smiled up at him.
"Why don't you show me how much you love it?" Brad suggested with a lewd grin and then kissed her warmly letting his tongue dart into her mouth.
Rita felt her pulse quicken and returned his kiss while she continued to stroke his hot cock.
"What would you like me to do?" she asked, not knowing where the words came from, only that they sounded right.
"Anything your heart desires," Brad said, dipping his hand into the front of her teddy to pinch her nipple.
"Perhaps if I gave it a little extra attention," Rita said, and right then she couldn't have cared less about cameras or bright lights. She truly wanted Brad's cock. Up on her knees, she shrugged off the straps that held the teddy on her shoulders and her delicious tit-globes jiggled free. Reaching between her legs, she unsnapped the crotch to allow easy access to her tingling pussy.
Still on her knees between his legs, her firm ass wagging at the camera, Rita bent over and licked his prick until it was shiny wet and then inched it into her sucking mouth. Brad held her hair out of the way and watched avidly as her head bobbed up and down on his cock with ever-increasing speed. As she continued her sucking action, she fondled his balls and Brad groaned. This was no act; he was thoroughly enjoying the blow-job, dreading the moment when he would shoot all over her face instead of in her mouth. The camera had to see his jism.
Without taking her mouth off Brad's cock, Rita paused momentarily and used her hand to catch the glistening drops of her cunt-juice that dribbled down her thighs. She smeared it all around and moaned around Brad's cock when one of her slick fingers snaked up her ass.
Brad took this opportunity to change positions. He flipped her onto her back easily, straddled her head and fucked her face gently. With legs wide apart, Rita began fingering herself while her sucking mouth brought him closer to his orgasm. After she came, Brad knew he couldn't hold back any longer. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her mouth. One of her slim fingers teased his asshole while the other hand pumped his cock, bringing him to a quick climax. His sperm landed in her open mouth and on her chin and neck.
Then Chip was beside the bed, pretending to have caught his father and another woman in the act and the three of them bantered back and forth for a few minutes with Chip confessing his virginity and Rita promising him a blow-job for his silence.
Chip sat on the edge of the bed and with Brad watching,, out of camera range, she knelt on the floor and engulfed his semi-hard cock in her mouth. Surprisingly to Rita, he tasted very much like his father and she went to her enjoyable task eagerly.
After a few minutes, Brad asked his son if he had ever tasted pussy and Chip told him he had not. Then Rita found herself on her back on the bed, the teddy rolled up around her waist like black belt and Chip was crouched between her open thighs. Brad directed him, needlessly but Chip feigned ignorance and followed his father's instructions. Rita's cries of pleasure were real as she hunched against his face. When he finally sucked her erect clit into his mouth, she crashed through a quick, violent orgasm. Chip finger-fucked her for a while and then his father urged him to take her.
Again, Brad directed Chip into position between her wide-spread legs. With a gentle hand, Rita guided Chip's throbbing prick inside her and the slow, steady pumping began. Rita did her pleasurable part, cooing, purring, begging for his hard cock, and they changed positions several times. At last her grinding, pulsing pussy spurred Chip to fuck her harder and faster and just before they passed the point o no return, Brad moved closer to the bouncin bed.
"Hose her, son," he said, and Rita's pussy was suddenly empty.
Her finger found her clit while the other hand worked Chip's slimy prick and aimed it at her heaving belly. He came, in hot, thick spurts, growling, grunting like an animal and Rita reached her climax at almost the same time.
"Perfect!" Tammy squealed, practically jumping up and down. "They were perfect!"
Chip had collapsed on top of Rita and they were still gasping for breath.
"Pretty good for a first time, right, Rita?" Brad said to her, smiling proudly at his son.
"Wonderful! He inherited his father's natural sexual ability," Rita said and looked in time to see Chip wink at her.
Actually, she thought they deserved an Academy Award for that performance.
Chapter Eight
"We have another special request," Brad told Rita as they jogged along one of the trails in the park.
It had been three days since she had made the tape with Chip. At first she was jumpy and almost told Eric what she'd done but he'd worked late every evening. Now, she was over being nervous; just horny and anxious for another assignment. "Good. What's the deal?"
"It's something a little different. I don't know if you'll go along with it or not," Brad said as they slowed to a walk.
"No whips or chains," Rita said quickly.
Brad laughed and shook his shaggy head from side to side, sweat dripping off his face. "Nothing like that. We've got a client that would like to see three girls in some wet, no holds barred sex."
"No men?"
Again Brad shook his head.
Rita thought for a few minutes. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed another woman; she'd almost forgotten about it.
"Sure, why not?" she said with a shrug.
"That's my girl," Brad said and swatted her firm ass.
Rita giggled and they started running again, reaching his house at the same time.
"After you shower, I'd like you to meet two young ladies," Tammy told Rita when she arrived at the house. * The atmosphere at the Westgate household was always relaxed and informal and Rita felt quite at home there. Wearing a terry cloth robe and a towel wrapped around her freshly shampooed hair, Rita joined Brad, Tammy and their guests in the den. It was early yet but Tammy had prepared a mid-morning snack.
"This is Sam." Brad began the introductions by nodding to a big-boned girl with a round face framed by short, auburn hair. The girl did not smile.
"Hello," Rita said and extended her hand.
"And this is Mandi," Brad said.
Mandi was a tiny, natural blonde with enormous blue eyes and a heart-shaped face. She smiled sweetly at Rita and said, "Hello."
"Hi, Mandi," Rita said, immediately warming to the other girl's friendliness.
"These are the two young ladies you'll be working with, Rita," Brad said, putting an arm lightly around each of the girls.
Sam frowned and moved away from him and Mandi looked uncomfortable.
"Brad," Tammy cautioned.
"Oh, sorry," Brad said looking contrite. "Sometimes I forget."
"Mandi and I dislike men. We try to avoid men whenever possible, especially when it comes to sex," Sam explained quickly when she saw Rita's questioning glance.
"I see," Rita said.
"Listen, Brad and I have a lot to do. Why don't you three relax a while and get acquainted? We'll start taping early tomorrow," Tammy said, and she and Brad left the room.
Once the three women were alone, the conversation came to a standstill. They nibbled at cookies and sipped iced tea in the big, cool room, sneaking glances at one another from time to time. Rita noted that Sam was big built but the legs protruding from her cut-off jeans were muscular and the muscles in her arms and upper chest were well defined. Her tits were almost nonexistent and her belly was hard and flat. Rita thought she was probably into weight training.
On the other hand, Mandi was soft and curvy with full, rounded hips and thighs, big bouncy tits and a pretty pouting mouth. Her golden hair fell almost to her waist in fluid, sensuous waves.
Rita was somewhere in between these two in stature and build; not quite as hard and muscular as Sam and not quite as soft and curvy as Mandi.
"How many tapes have you made for B&T?" she asked, her voice shattering the silence. "Five or six," Sam answered curtly. "No men?"
"No men; just us two," Sam answered again and Rita thought she caught a note of resentment.
"Does it bother you that I'll be making the tape with you?" Rita asked, fully prepared to back out of the deal if they answered yes. She had no intention of causing trouble between two-lovers.
"No," Mandi said quickly, her blue eyes sparkling with honesty.
"Yes," Sam added, "but we're professionals.
This is only a tape. You're just another prop."
The words stung but Rita met the big girl's steady gaze and smiled. She had seen Sam's eyes on her earlier, seen how they had followed the line of her thigh up under the robe and knew what Sam was thinking.
"Well, since we're supposed to get acquainted, I guess we should tell each other a little bit about ourselves," Rita said, dropping into a nearby chair and letting her thighs fall open slightly.
"You go first," Mandi said, clapping her hands together as if they were playing a game.
"Okay," Rita said and told them a little about herself, ending with the fact that she adored men, loved seeing the pleasure she could bring to them, loved tasting their jism, loved having their hard cocks stuffed deep inside her.
Mandi was listening avidly while Sam paced the room glaring at Rita from time to time. Rita added that she'd had several sexual relationships with women but that it had been a long time ago. She saw no problem in making the tape.
"Now, what about you?" Rita asked at last.
"I was raped by my step-father when I was very young," Mandi began with a delicate wrinkle of her pert nose. "He ripped all my clothes off, held me down and made me suck his . . . his thing." Mandi shivered and hugged herself.
"Mandi, it's okay," Sam said softly, stroking the blonde's shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it."
Mandi squeezed her hand and continued. "After he made me swallow his come, he tied me up. Later he returned and put it inside me."
Mandi was weeping softly now, her face pressed into Sam's chest.
"God, it hurt. But when I screamed and begged him to stop, that just seemed to excite him more and he kept shoving it in me harder and harder. Finally, he came inside me and then he let me go."
Rita watched as Sam soothed her friend.
"I'm sorry," she said lamely.
Sam shot her a blistering look. "Well, I guess it's my turn."
Rita sank back into the chair thinking that maybe she didn't want to hear any more. She knew that some girls' first experience with sex was what amounted to rape but she'd never been this close.
"My story is simple. I got pregnant when I was young, and the bastard married me. I lost the baby and the bastard turned into a son of a bitch. Made me turn tricks to keep him in money. Do you know how many times I've pretended to enjoy having a fat, sweaty slob rubbing all over me? Plenty, honey, and it makes you hate them all; the bastard that takes your money and the slobs who pay you to act like they're Don Juan."
"I'm sorry," Rita said again, knowing how shallow it sounded.
"Why are you sorry?" Sam said angrily.
"Because sex has been spoiled for you," Rita answered simply and Mandi looked at her questioningly.
Suddenly, Rita knew what she had to do. First, she had to make amends for bringing up their sad memories and then she had to show them how right, how beautiful sex could be with a man. Rita stood up, untied her robe, and shrugged it off, letting it fall around her ankles.
"Sex can be good and beautiful, too," she said, walking toward the two girls.
"We know," Sam said, her voice suddenly husky.
"Let me make you smile," Rita urged, reaching out a hand to each girl, touching their hair, their faces, their shoulders with soft, featherlike strokes. Then she was tugging gently at their ears, massaging their shoulders and finally, her hands dipped into the front of their t-shirts, cupping their tits gently, one filling her hand, the other only a small mound with a pointed nipple.
"First, let's get comfortable," Rita suggested and moved from one girl to the other, helping them undress as best she could. When they were both naked, she stood back and admired their bodies. Sam even flexed a few muscles and Mandi watched proudly.
"So nice," Rita breathed and knelt at Sam's feet to massage her thighs and ass.
The big girl stood, legs apart and watched Rita manipulate her flesh. The skin was like putty in her skilled hands and in moments Sam moaned softly and thrust her trimmed cunt toward Rita's mouth. Still, Rita continued to tease her, letting Sam feel her hot breath, even kissing her lower belly but not giving Sam the satisfaction she craved.
Mandi made a little whimpering sound, crouched on the sofa and leisurely massaged her rapidly swelling clit.
Finally, Sam grabbed Rita's head and forced her mouth onto her leaking cunt. Rita's tongue snaked out and licked her slit from asshole to clit and back again while Sam held onto Rita's head and hunched her face. When Sam's quaking legs could hold her no longer, she sank to the floor, allowing Rita greater access to her flowing cunt. Rita's tongue probed deep into her juicy cunt, lapping up the buttery sweetness there and searching even farther for more. Meanwhile Sam grunted and growled and bucked like a wild bull.
"Suck her, Rita, suck her good!" Mandi urged from her position on the sofa and Rita raised her slick face from between Sam's legs long enough to gaze into the moist pink and blonde slit that Mandi was fingering.
"Come here," Rita said, and Mandi was on her feet immediately.
Rita positioned the tiny girl on her knees where she could finger her cunt while she returned her mouth to Sam's clasping cunt. She eased two fingers into Mandi's tight pussy, being careful not to be too rough while she found Sam's throbbing clit and sucked it into her mouth. Two fingers of her right hand slid easily into Sam's sloppy cunt and the big girl came in a raging flood of juice.
When Rita raised her head, she saw that Mandi was sucking Sam's nipples eagerly.
The taste of Sam's pussy-juice was as sweet as Rita remembered and she was eager for more. Pulling Mandi away from Sam, Rita rolled her onto her back. The two women kissed, their tongues darting and teasing each other, and then Rita worked her way down Mandi's slender, white neck to devour the creamy tits topped with big strawberry nipples. She sucked and licked and nibbled at the sensitive tit-globes until Mandi was moaning and squirming beneath her. Then she worked her way down the blonde's belly, kissing her indented belly button, while grinding her own tits in Mandi's slippery cunt.
"Oh, God, Rita," Mandi groaned.
Rita lowered her face into Mandi's bushy, blonde cunt and sucked her eagerly. Jerking her legs far apart and holding Rita's head, Mandi squealed in ecstasy.
Moving back up until the women were face to face again, Rita positioned her clit against Mandi's and began a slow, rotating motion. Raising herself onto her hands, she continued to grind, feeling her own orgasm building and then Rita looked up to see Sam smiling at her happily.
Still looking at Sam, Rita rotated her ass faster and faster and bellies together, tits together, clits together, they both came, their juices mingling in a puddle on the floor.
"Now that she's shown us how good sex can be," Sam said a little later after they had caught their breath, "let's show her how it feels to get fucked by a woman."
Mandi nodded eagerly, again like a child playing a game and Sam disappeared briefly. When she returned, she was strapping on a black dildo and handing one to Mandi. Somehow the black dildo looked as if it belonged on Sam's hard-muscled body but on blonde, innocent-looking Mandi, the rubber cock with the dangling sac looked downright obscene. The two girls paraded around the room, and at first Rita was amused but the more she saw, the hotter she became. She needed those pricks inside her.
Mandi started kissing her face gently, her tongue flicking out like a snake while Sam started at her ankles. By the time Mandi reached her erect nipples, Sam was at her cunt-bush, and Rita was stretched out on the sofa groaning and reaching for the rubber cocks which felt surprisingly real.
"What do you want, Rita?" Sam asked, taking her tongue away from the leaking pussy momentarily.
"Your big cock," Rita moaned. "Please, fuck me with your big cock!"
Sam and Mandi exchanged glances and then Mandi lay down on the floor beside the sofa. Rita squatted over the fat, plastic prick and sighed happily as it filled her cunt. She began riding up and down almost immediately and, if she closed her eyes, she could imagine the cock thrusting up to meet her belonging to David.
"Hold it, just a minute," Sam said from behind her.
Rita paused reluctantly, ready for whatever Sam had in mind and then she felt a greasy finger slip into her unsuspecting asshole. Holding her by the waist, Sam began easing the dildo into her anal passage slowly, gently, so as not to hurt her, but Rita was hot, eager to come.
"Fuck my ass!" she screamed and felt Sam slide her dildo the rest of the way home Rita's tight ass.
They fell into a quick, choppy rhythm, Mandi fucking Rita's always-ready pussy and Sam fucking her newly opened ass. Rita felt her orgasm building deep in her belly and she reached for both pricks with her body as best she could. Both girls reached between their legs and squeezed the sacs which were filled with warm liquid. Rita suddenly felt herself full of pricks and hot juice and her climax began washing over her in waves as she squealed and pounded against the fucking pricks, driving them deeper and deeper. The fake pricks were designed to stimulate the wearer, too, and soon Mandi and Sam joined their newly found partner in a thrashing, screaming, mass of arms and legs, pussies and tits.
As they dozed off to sleep, like three kittens after a rough wrestling match, Rita realized, with a giggle, that they would have to do this again the next day for the cameras. Somehow she didn't think Sam and Mandi would mind and then she slipped off into dreams of a promise she'd made a long time ago to a gentle, smiling man.
Chapter Nine
Rita was very young when she learned about giving and receiving sexual pleasure and her uncle was an excellent teacher.
Dan Thomas was a gentle giant of a man with a vivid imagination and all the patience in the world. He loved children and they loved him in return, flocking to him like he was Santa Claus. Even though he was twenty-one years older than Rita, their relationship was special. As far back as she could remember, he had singled her out from among her numerous brothers, sisters and cousins. They took long walks together and she would sit on his lap with her smooth cheek against his whiskered one while they talked and daydreamed. As Rita grew older, she realized that he was preparing her for what they were to share later.
It began one summer. One evening after dark, a group of them were playing hide and seek and she had hidden among some trees. Hearing movement overhead, she looked up to see someone silhouetted against the moon.
"Rita?" her uncle's voice came through the darkness. He reached down with strong arms and helped her climb onto the low branch beside him.
"They'll never find us here," she whispered and her voice quivered as she suddenly became aware of his closeness.
He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment and, then took her face between his big, calloused hands and kissed her. As his tongue probed between her parted lips, she instinctively sucked it deep into her mouth and clung to him like a drowning victim. Both of them were breathless when the kiss ended and Rita had a strange, tickling deep in her belly. That first kiss awakened Rita's sleeping desires and took her into a world of passion that would remain with her for the rest of her life. It didn't matter that this man was married. It didn't matter that she was his niece. They were powerless to stop what was happening to them and by the time it was over, he taught her to be a loving, giving woman, who demanded much of her men and gave much in return.
All this did not happen overnight. Rita's uncle was a patient man and slowly, step by step, led her down the path of sexual knowledge, teaching, coaxing, loving her, making sure she was never hurt or frightened. He began picking her up after babysitting jobs and they would go for a drive-a girl and her uncle, who could question so innocent a relationship, especially since her father worked out of town during the week.
Keeping his urgent needs in check, they kissed and she would press her swollen, aching tits against his massive chest. One night, after touching and caressing her through her clothes, he helped her take off her blouse and bra. Her budding tits looked so small and pale in the moonlight, she was ashamed, but the need to feel his mouth and tongue on her naked flesh overrode her shyness. When he took one erect, pink nipple between his lips, she thought she would die from the bolts of lightning that ripped through her body and exploded in her brain. Sucking and licking, he moved his curly, auburn head back and forth from one white mound to the other while she moaned and squirmed on the seat.
Afterwards, he held her and asked, "Do you hate me?"
Surprised, she looked at him and saw that he was truly worried.
"No, I could never hate you," she told him honestly.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Kissing him the way he had taught her, she whispered, "No, please, don't ever stop loving me!"
A week later, he kissed his way down her flat belly to a wet, virgin pussy that would never get enough of his tongue. With legs spread wide, anxious for any new sensations he could give her, Rita hunched against his face and whimpered while he sucked her to her first orgasm. Later, he explained what had happened and showed her how to bring herself off with her own fingers. Rita was not embarrassed, thought it perfectly natural to lay on the soft, moonlit grass beside the car masturbating while he watched.
Rita wasn't completely ignorant about sex before her uncle began teaching her. She'd heard talk in school and she'd heard her parents hundreds of times, their big bed squeaking rhythmically and then strangled cries. Now she understood exactly what was happening, and she was grateful to her uncle for that knowledge. She tried to think of a way to give him something in return for the pleasures he had given her and the day she heard some older girls talking about blow-jobs, she knew what to do.
That night, when he picked Rita up and they parked, she was especially excited.
"How's my kitten?" he asked, reaching for her in the darkness.
"Purrrfectly happy," she answered, playing their game, loving his masculine scent and rough/gentle touch.
His mouth found her already bare, hard nipple and her inexperienced fingers timidly traced the bulge in the front of his jeans. He pulled away and looked at her so strangely, she thought she'd done something wrong. "God, Rita, you don't know what you're doing!"
She was afraid, but Uncle Dan had taught her to talk about her feelings.
"I . . . I just want to do something to make you happy. You're always loving me and I want to love you, too," she stammered, trying to find words to describe her feelings.
Then he pulled her close and whispered. "What did you have in mind?"
Their eyes met in the darkness.
"I want to give you a blow-job," she answered.
"Dear God!" he breathed, but did not stop her when she reached for him again. It took a few seconds, but she got his pants unzipped and held his hard, throbbing prick in her hand for the first time. Her fingers barely reached around the shaft, and even with both hands surrounding it, the head and part of the shaft were free.
"I don't know what to do next," she confessed in a tiny voice.
"Just kiss and lick it at first," he answered.
Rita did so, enjoying the sensation of his hard cock on her tongue and the taste of his pre-cum. When she had it thoroughly wet, he said, "Open your mouth and suck on it a little."
Following his instructions, she slipped the fat, purple knob into her mouth and found the slightly salty taste overwhelming. She wanted more of it, and, as her instincts took over, she opened her mouth wider and took his cock in as deep as she could.
"Sweet, Jesus!" he murmured and put both hands in her hair.
Hearing his strangled exclamations and listening to his heavy breathing let Rita know she was pleasing him and this in turn pleased her. She continued sucking his prick and flicking her tongue back and forth over the big, velvety head as it pulsed and throbbed in her hands.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her.
"Rita, honey, if you keep that up, you're gonna make me come," he explained in a strained voice.
Her hands were still massaging his big prick and she desperately wanted it back in her mouth.
"The way you make me come?" she asked.
He swallowed hard and nodded.
"Can't you come in my mouth?"
Again he nodded. "If you want me to."
Of course she wanted him to come in her mouth. Her dear, sweet uncle had made her come hundreds of times and she wanted to please him the same way. With more confidence than before, she lowered her head and swallowed as much of his cock-meat as she could. He lifted his hips to meet her hot, sucking mouth and guided her hand to his balls. In minutes he was moaning and groaning, making the sounds she recognized as the beginnings of a climax, and then his hot cream jetted into her mouth.
She was a little frightened because he kept shooting stream after stream, filling her mouth, but she managed to swallow it all and lick him clean. After he caught his breath, he took her in his arms and told her how happy he was and how most women hated to do that for their men, his wife included.
Rita discovered early, that she was not like most women, whether it was from her uncle's special attention or her naturally sexual nature she could not be sure. She became hooked on the taste of his cum and gave Uncle Dan blow-jobs every chance she got. Once while his wife was washing dishes and he was in the dining room, leaning across the bar that separated the two rooms talking to her, Rita crawled in, sucked him off, and crawled out again without his wife ever knowing it. Sometimes she just liked to watch his thick, white cream shoot onto her tits or pussy, massaging it into her skin, then licking her fingers clean.
All through the summer, Dan and Rita loved each other that way. They hid in attics and garages and sneaked away from family gatherings to meet each other in the woods, always talking about what they'd done and how much they had enjoyed it, sharing their deepest secrets and dreams.
Dan was a good teacher, but Rita knew there was more. Several boys had clumsily tried to show her, but she couldn't help but compare them with her uncle and they just didn't measure up. One day in late fall, Dan and Rita had taken some children to the park to gather leaves. She waited patiently until the chattering children ran ahead and then caught his head and pulled him behind a tree. They kissed, his hands caressing her well-developed, young body and he groaned when she pressed against him, feeling his hard prick.
"Uncle Dan," she whispered softly.
"What, kitten?" he asked, resting his chin on top of her head.
His shirt was rough against Rita's face and her favorite smells assaulted her, making her pussy feel loose and moist. She wiggled against him. "I want you to make love to me."
He stopped breathing for a few seconds and pulled her tighter. "I've been making love to you all day in my mind."
She shook her head. "No, I mean I want you to really make love to me ... all the way."
He stepped back and looked at her face which was no longer that of a child's. "You mean my fingers and tongue aren't enough any more?"
She nodded, not ashamed of her need for him. "I want you to fuck me."
On the following Saturday, he told his wife that he was going to look at motorcycles in a bigger city nearby and Rita told her mother she was spending the day at the library. Dan offered to drive his niece to the library but they did not make it to either destination. The motel was old, but clean and set back off the highway.
As they got to the room, Dan said, "It makes me feel so cheap to have to do this. You're not some slut."
She silenced him with a deep, probing kiss before he even got the door locked. "Do you want me?"
He nodded.
"And I want you. We have a few stolen hours and each other. It doesn't matter where we are."
Dan shook his head. "My dear, you are wiser than your years."
"Not really. Just in love," Rita said with a playful wink. "Now, please, fuck me till I beg you to stop."
They undressed each other carefully, savoring each delicious sensation. She danced and twirled before him, completely naked and unashamed, teasing him with her fresh, young body. She explored his body with her eyes, then her hands and then her tongue, memorizing the feel, taste and smell of his masculinity. If she loved him before, that was nothing compared to what she felt then.
Rita's uncle took his time, making sure she was dripping wet and at fever-pitch excitement before he slid his throbbing cock into her tight, virgin pussy. Her membrane had been broken earlier by one of them in their probings so there was no pain. She knew nothing but the delightful sensation of being stuffed, completely full and, when he pulled back, the incredible longing to be stuffed again. With instinct directing her movements, Rita arched her back, brought her hips eagerly to meet his thrusts and when the orgasm began building, deep inside of her, she knew it would be different than any of the others.
Three times he brought her shuddering, gasping, screaming through a climax and then he drew away.
"Rita," he panted with beads of sweat glistening on his face. "As badly as I want to, I can't come inside your pussy."
"Let me suck you off," she offered quickly.
He shook his head. "There's another way."
"Tell me! Let's do it!" the young girl begged, anxious, as always, to please him.
He flipped her over onto her belly and probed between the cheeks of her ass with his finger. "What do you think?"
Without hesitation, she raised onto her knees and offered her ass to him. "I want you to come in my ass."
With a moan, his tongue replaced his fingers at her tight hole and when she was well lubricated, he began gently working the head of his cock inside her little asshole. The pain was incredible, and she bit her lower lip to keep from screaming as his prick burrowed deep into her ass. It was not long before the pain turned to a delicious, unknown pleasure and they fucked madly like two dogs. Roaring like a lion, he showered her bowels with scalding hot cream and using his fingers on her clit, brought her to a similar climax seconds later.
Three years later, Rita's uncle was killed in a car accident. Over his grave, she made a silent promise to share the sexual pleasures he had taught her with everyone who touched her life. Teaching Chip had been a good beginning and it looked like Sam and Mandi were going to be brought into the fold next.
Chapter Ten
"At least give it a chance," Rita coaxed. Sam and Mandi were spending the afternoon at her house watching x-rated videos and, she hoped, getting so horny that they could not resist what she was offering.
"I told you at the very beginning, no men," Sam said angrily. She was standing up, hands on her hips, her muscular naked body looking like a coiled spring.
"Just let her finish," Mandi said from a nearby chair, keeping her eyes on the sweaty body of the man on the TV screen.
"See what you're doing!" Sam exploded, but behind her angry voice there was a touch of fear.
It suddenly occurred to Rita that these two girls had been in her dream of the neighborhood orgy. "What would you say if I told you that I had a dream in which you both fucked my husband?"
"I'd say you were crazy," Sam said.
"Never mind that right now. Listen, I know a man who is gentle and caring. A man who would never force you to do anything," Rita said.
"There aren't any men like that!" Sam snapped and perched on the arm of Mandi's chair, putting her arm around the blonde.
"A man who gives just as much as he takes," Rita continued.
Mandi looked beseechingly at Sam. "Let's at least meet him. We don't have to do it with him."
"I thought you'd begun to trust me," Rita said.
"We do, but ..." Sam began and then looked away, shaking her head.
At that moment, Rita realized that Sam was afraid of losing Mandi to a man. Mandi was easily swayed and was the first to trust Rita enough to let her fuck her up the ass with the dildo while Chip watched. It had taken Sam longer and she would eventually give in. If not this time, then very soon.
"Where is this guy?" Sam asked suddenly.
"He lives nearby. I can call and see if he's free," Rita said eagerly.
Mandi squeezed Sam's hand and nodded encouragingly. At last Sam nodded to Rita.
"It's all set," Rita announced happily, coming out of the bedroom. "He's not doing anything this afternoon and said he would love some company."
"Why can't he come here?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"It would be better at his house. Besides, he's got the world's greatest collection of fuck books you've ever seen," Rita said, excitement creeping into her voice.
The three of them dressed in cool shorts and t-shirts and walked the short distance to David Kelly's house.
"Don't push or hurry. Just relax and let things happen naturally," she told them when they rang the doorbell.
David Kelly opened the door and maneuvered his wheelchair expertly aside as he invited them in.
"I was wondering when you were going to give me a call," he scolded Rita, but his eyes were undressing her.
She bent and kissed him warmly, thinking that she hardly noticed his wheelchair simply because of his hungry eyes. "I've been busy. Wait till I tell you what's been going on."
"Too busy for cock?" he teased, looking down the front of her shirt at her hard nipples.
"Too busy with cock," Rita shot back and patted his hand which rested lightly on her hip.
"Please forgive my manners," David explained to Mandi and Sam, "Rita makes me a little bit crazy."
"Rita makes everybody crazy," Mandi said with a sweet smile, but Sam remained silent.
"David, this is Mandi," Rita said, moving to stand between the two girls and putting her arms around their shoulders. "And this is Sam."
"Very nice to meet you," David said with sincerity, and Rita saw him taking inventory just as he had done with her.
"These are my partners in crime, you might say," Rita said with a giggle. And then she proceeded to tell him about B&T Videos, their jobs and all the things she had been doing lately. As Rita talked, David escorted them into his living room where he offered refreshments.
"You mean the three of you made a tape together?" he questioned when they were settled.
Rita nodded happily. "No men."
"Wow! Rita, I never figured you to swing both ways," he said thoughtfully. "She's very good," Mandi said quietly. David agreed.
"I don't consider myself bi-sexual but sexual, giving and receiving pleasure from whatever partner I happen to be with at the time," Rita said as though just discovering this about herself.
"Well, I'm lesbian through and through," Sam said proudly.
"And I only go for girls," David said, then they all looked at Mandi.
"I guess I'm bi. Lately I've thought about trying something different," she almost whispered and did not meet Sam's stony gaze.
Suddenly Rita laughed. "We didn't come here to discuss our sexual preferences. I just thought Sam and Mandi should meet a real gentleman."
"Thank you," David said.
"You know, David, you should make some of those tapes. The pay is great and you're certainly built for it," Rita said.
"Now, Rita ..." David began, but she cut him off.
"I mean it. You guys should see the tube steak he keeps hidden away from all us females," she said to Sam and Mandi.
"Rita!"
"Show them!"
"Yes, let us see it," Mandi said eagerly and even Sam was looking interested again.
Slower than necessary, David unzipped his pants and hauled his semi-hard monster cock out into the open.
"I told you," Rita said. Mandi and Sam gazed at it open-mouthed and Rita reached out to touch it. It stiffened immediately and she smeared his pre-cum over the bulbous head then licked her fingers. "I've never known a man whose pre-cum tasted this sweet. I think he puts sugar in it." Mandi giggled.
"Here, taste it," Rita said, scooping up more of the pearly fluid with her fingertips and offering it to Mandi. When Mandi's tongue flicked out to taste her fingers, David groaned as if she had licked his cock.
"It's true, Sam. Taste it," Mandi told her friend and Rita repeated the procedure with Sam.
"You've probably got something sweet on your fingers," Sam accused.
"Then taste it straight from the faucet," Rita challenged.
Sam strode purposefully toward David who was sitting quietly watching the three women with an amused grin on his face. Without touching his prick any other way, she leaned forward, engulfed the head in her mouth and sucked for a few seconds.
"Well?" Mandi questioned.
"She's right," Sam said in amazement, still on her knees between his legs.
"Here, let me taste it," Mandi said and joined her friend on the floor. They took turns sucking and licking David's big prick while Rita nibbled his ears and kissed his neck.
"Listen," David hissed, his face covered with beads of sweat. "If you'll let me get out of these clothes and get on the bed, I'm sure we can all enjoy this a lot more."
"Okay," Rita said reluctantly, and Mandi and Sam let him go.
A few minutes later he was lying on his big bed, naked with his cock sticking up like a baseball bat. The three naked girls stood alongside him as if waiting for instructions. "Sam, I'd sure like to taste that shaved cunt of yours and see if your inside muscles are as good as the ones outside."
"They are," Sam assured him and straddled his face. She sighed audibly when his tongue began working its magic on her cunt-slit and he squeezed and pinched her tits.
"It'll never fit," Mandi said to Rita who was coating the blonde's pussy with strawberry-flavored lubricant.
"Sure it will. Let me show you," Rita said reassuringly. She helped Mandi position herself just over the head of David's cock and showed her how to lower herself onto it a little at a time. Even after Mandi's own natural lubrication was flowing and she had begun riding up and down on the fat cock, she was unable to get it all the way in.
Sam and Mandi faced each other over David, one riding on his cock, the other on his tongue, and they took this opportunity to kiss and fondle each other's tits. Rita tossed some pillows on the floor, sank into them and began playing with her dripping pussy. The bed squeaked, Mandi and Sam oh'd and ah'd while they sucked each other's tits and David fucked them thoroughly from both ends.
Their sounds and movements grew more frenzied and then Sam stiffened and squealed, "I'm coming!"
Seconds later Mandi slammed her body down on the last few inches of David's cock and added her own animal sounds to Sam's wails. Rita's own lusty cries filled the room as she reached a peak of excitement and crammed three fingers inside her clutching cunt.
David waited patiently while the two girls caught their breath, leaning on each other for support. They were in charge and he was happy to let them call the shots.
"Do you wanna trade places?" Mandi asked, crawling off David's cock and offering the slick prick to Sam.
Sam eyed it cautiously as if it might bite.
"Try it," Rita whispered.
Slowly and carefully, Sam lowered herself onto David's cock, taking all of him easily and then helped Mandi to sit on his face. The wild ride began again, and Rita watched from the floor where she was fucking herself with all four fingers of her right hand.
It took a little longer this time, but soon their cries of pleasure filled the room as their tempo increased. Mandi came first, grunting like an animal and pinching her nipples. Sam ground her crotch savagely against David's and yelled, "Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me!"
Rita saw her thick cunt-juices flowing over his balls and onto the bed. These sights and sounds brought on her own orgasm and she shuddered through it, continuing to finger-fuck herself.
David was still very much in control of himself, and Sam and Mandi had something else in mind.
"Top drawer," Rita heard him say, and then she saw Sam strapping on a dildo, much like the one she had used on her.
Mandi returned to the squatting position on his face, but this time leaned forward and took his throbbing, slick prick in her mouth. She held onto it with both hands and sucked and licked the head hungrily. Then she began easing it into her mouth, not really getting much inside but making sure what did get inside was treated well.
Sam got back onto the bed, spread David's legs apart and Rita saw Mandi's head dip very low for a few moments while she held his balls out of the way and tongued his asshole. When it was lubricated well with her saliva, Mandi sucked the dildo that Sam wore with almost as much loving care as she had used on David's prick. When Sam stepped away, Mandi's mouth returned to David's cock.
Rita was too fascinated with the scene to finger herself any longer, but both hands were between her legs, squeezing her oozing cunt-mound. She sat on her knees beside the bed, her head resting near David's leg so she could get a good view. While Sam sucked David's prick, she held his balls aside and Sam began working the dildo in his ass.
Once it was all the way in and Sam was sure he had adjusted to the invasion, she began pumping in and out of his clutching asshole. Now, David was making all the noise, muffled moans and whimpers, while Mandi rubbed her sloppy cunt back and forth on his face and sucked even harder on his cock.
Mandi came first, moaning around his prick, and then Sam slammed her prick in his ass one last time and came in long shuddering gasps. At last, David lost control and Rita actually saw his prick pulse in Mandi's mouth. Mandi caught the first stream of his huge load. Sam pushed her aside and caught the next stream, and Rita, who could stand it no longer, got the next stream. With grunts and growls, David continued to spurt, and after the girls had swallowed all they could, they rubbed it all over themselves and the exhausted man beneath them.
By mutual agreement, the three women snuggled next to David on the bed and slept. Rita awoke first, crept out of bed quietly and left. She had done her part, Sam and Mandi were over their initial fear, now it was up to David to show them what they'd been missing. There was no doubt in her mind that he would do just that.
Chapter Eleven
"Rita, I wonder if I could ask a favor of you?" Brad's voice cut through the phone into her sleepy brain.
"Sure," Rita said, sitting up in bed a little confused. During the last few weeks they had stepped up the schedule and Rita was working almost every day, but today was her day off.
"I have a friend. His name is Jud Samson. Do you know him?"
"No," Rita answered.
"He lives across the lake in that little cottage. Anyway, his wife left him a few months ago and he's got a little problem."
"He's horny?" Rita asked with a lusty laugh; after all, that was her department.
"Not exactly." Brad paused, searching for the right words. "Hell, Rita, he can't get it up. His wife really did a number on his brain and he thinks he's impotent."
"How can I help?" Rita asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.
"Just go out there and make him feel like a stud. If anyone can do it, you can," Brad said.
Rita laughed again, more than willing to carry out Brad's request. She couldn't even remember the last time Eric had fucked her. Most of the time he came home after she went to sleep and left before she got up. If not for the sex she got doing her part-time job, she'd lose her mind. "I'll do it just for you," she said. "Just for me, my ass," Brad answered and hung up the phone.
She showered, and dressed carefully, not wanting to appear too sexy and scare Jud, but yet not wanting to be too demure. She finally chose a feminine sundress with lots of lace and just a hint of seductiveness. Underneath she wore a pair of pristine, white panties, no slip and no stockings. Her eyes, burning fever bright were the only clue to what was going on in her head. With her hair piled high on her head and her feet enclosed in high-heeled sandals, she went out to the garage and siphoned most of the gas out of the tank of her car, climbed inside and drove around the lake. Just as she passed Jud Samson's house, the car coughed, sputtered and died.
Feeling and looking sweet and fresh, she went to the house and knocked at the door. He did not open it right away and, thinking he had gone out, Rita started to leave. Finally the door opened to reveal a slim, bearded, barefoot man in paint-spattered jeans and a work shirt.
"Mr. Samson?" she questioned.
He nodded, tired, empty eyes looking at, but not really seeing her.
"My name is Rita Roberts. I live on the other side of the lake," she said brightly.
There was a glimmer of recognition on his face and he nodded again.
"Mr. Samson, my car quit. I wonder if I could use your phone or perhaps you might be able to help me get it started?" she said with a pleading look.
"Uh-sure-uh-just a minute," Jud stammered as if he found it difficult to talk, and suddenly came to life. He disappeared inside the house for a few seconds and then opened the screen door and followed Rita across the porch, down the steps and out to the road where her car was parked. She pretended to pay close attention, giving him worried but encouraging looks from time to time while he tried to start the car. Under the hood, he checked cables, wires and connections and then her returned to the driver's seat and began to laugh. It was hearty, booming laughter. "Mrs. Roberts, you're out of gas."
Rita joined in his laughter, pretending to be embarrassed at such a silly mistake.
"Don't worry. I'll call the gas station and they'll bring some out here in a jiffy," he said, still chuckling softly and they walked together back to the house.
Jud made the phone call and then turned to Rita. "He says it'll be a little while. Are you in a hurry?"
Rita shrugged and one of the thin straps holding up her dress slid off her shoulder revealing the alluring curve of her tit.
"Not really," she said and pushed the strap back into place-slowly.
Jud turned away from her but not before Rita saw that he had noticed her intentional nakedness. "Would you like some coffee?"
As he busied himself with the coffee, Rita sat primly on the sofa looking around the cluttered room.
"Here ya go," Jud announced, returning with a tray which he placed on the coffee table between them.
Rita leaned forward and put sugar and cream into her cup, giving Jud plenty of time to look at her pointed nipples. Then she leaned back, sipped the hot coffee and shot him a sultry glance over the cup.
"Ummmmm!" she purred, running her tongue over her lips seductively.
Jud swallowed hard and Rita saw that his eyes still looked tired but the emptiness was gone. She crossed her legs, revealing a good portion of smooth, tanned thigh and kept her eyes on the man sitting across from her, letting them do all the talking.
He shifted his position several times and tried to look away from her, but his eyes always came back to her bare legs. The bulge in his pants grew longer and more uncomfortable, but Rita continued to watch him and then she dipped a perfectly manicured finger in her cup of coffee, brought it to her mouth, and licked it dry with exaggerated motions.
Jud Samson changed positions again and knocked his cup off the table. As the dark liquid spilled across the table, he swore and jumped to clean it up.
Rita grabbed a napkin and leaned forward to help him. Their hands touched and their eyes met.
"Mr. Samson, do I upset you?" she asked innocently.
He did not answer but the heat in the room was suddenly unbearable. Rita let her eyes travel from his face down to his bulging crotch and back again.
"Why, Mr. Samson, I do believe you've got a hard-on," she said in mock shock.
Jud jumped to his feet quickly, almost overturning his cup again, and turned away from her.
"It's all your fault, lady," he groaned and rubbed his aching cock. "My fault?"
"Yes, my wife left me a few months ago. I've been dating a lot and things go just fine until I take them home," he confessed without turning to face her.
"They turn you down?"
"No, hell, no, I almost wish they would. They're hot and ready but I haven't been able to get it up." His voice cracked as he whirled around and the tortured look on his face broke Rita's heart. "Then, when I'm confronted with an innocent, married woman, it decides to come to life."
She stood up, allowing her dress strap to fall off her shoulder again and touched his face. "I don't think we should let it go to waste, do you."
He took a deep breath. His eyes took in the soft curve of her tit as it rose and fell with her suddenly rapid breathing. "Lady, do you know how dangerous it is to tease a man like that?"
"I'm not teasing," Rita said with a wink and then dropped the other strap of her dress and it fell to her waist.
Naked from the waist up, she stepped closer to him, rubbing her nipples against the rough material of his shirt and kissed him lightly.
"Lady," he said with that same warning tone in his voice.
"Rita. My name is Rita and I'd love to see what you're hiding in there." She rubbed her hand up and down his zipper, pressing a little harder with each stroke.
Jud couldn't seem to find his hands or take his eyes off her pointed nipples so Rita took the initiative and unbuckled his belt. Her skillful hands unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper. As she eased his pants and shorts down over his hard-muscled ass, her hands caressed the smooth skin and she dropped to her knees in front of the throbbing cock that pointed skyward. His cock wasn't long, maybe seven inches but he was certainly meaty and Rita let out a little groan as she manipulated his uncut cock.
"Jesus," Jud hissed, looking down at her lovely face just inches from his cock. Rita planted a light kiss on the head of his cock and flicked it teasingly with her tongue. Then she cupped his balls and drew his cock deep into her mouth, savoring the taste and feel of the hard muscle.
"Jesus," he whispered again, but this time he closed his eyes and fought to keep from throwing her on the floor and ripping off her clothes.
Sensing his urgent need, Rita let his prick slip from her mouth slowly, dropped her dress to the floor and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.
"Wait," Jud said softly. He stepped out of his pants and fell to his knees. He grasped her panties and slid them down her long, lean thighs as he licked the naked flesh. Rita groaned as his tongue dipped into her pussy, spread her legs apart and pushed her pussy farther onto his tongue.
"So sweet," Jud said softly and stood up. "God, I gotta fuck it!"
"Like I said, let's not let that go to waste," Rita purred, grasping his throbbing cock and leading him to the sofa.
Even though Jud was in a hurry, he took the time to suck and nibble at Rita's perfectly shaped tits while his hand snaked between her parted legs. Two fingers slid easily into her dripping cunt while his thumb teased her clit.
"Ahhhh!" she sighed as he slipped another finger inside and pumped them in and out a few times, forcing her to spread her legs farther. "Fuck me, Jud!"
She moaned and clung to his broad shoulders while he positioned himself between her legs.
"Help me," he said softly.
With gentle, coaxing hands, Rita guided the head of his prick to her open cunt and watched while it slid inside.
"God, you're so big!" she cooed and squeezed his prick with her strong cunt-muscles.
Their eyes met as he began a slow in-and-out motion. She knew he wouldn't last long-this time.
"Yeah, that's it big man, fuck me good," Rita continued talking softly, urgently. "I can feel your balls against my ass."
She grunted when he began thrusting deeper and harder.
"Hurt me! Tear my cunt wide open with that monster of yours." She met him thrust for thrust, bit his shoulder and urged him even deeper with her hands on his ass.
Jud grunted.
Rita felt her own orgasm beginning. "Come on, baby, fuck me. Make me come. I want to feel you shoot your load inside me!"
Jud growled and pounded her into the sofa, holding onto her ass and emptying his load deep inside her womb.
Rita felt the first spurts, just as her orgasm swept over her and when she came down to earth, he was still fucking with abandon, still spurting.
"Baby! Baby! Baby!" he howled and pulled his still-hard cock from her clutching pussy and shoved it up her unprotected ass.
Rita squealed in a mixture of pain and pleasure but Jud's fingers were on her clit immediately, bringing her to another bone-shattering orgasm. He fucked her ass for about five minutes while using his fingers to bring her off several times. Then he growled and spurted another load in her ass. She watched in amazement as he sailed off to ecstasy. Just when she thought he was finally spent, he pulled his prick out of her ass, straddled her belly and started jacking off.
"Let me," Rita pleaded, curving her fingers around his slimy, hot prick. She had never seen anything like this. He had come in her pussy, in her ass and now she was jacking him off. She watched in fascination as he fucked her hand, sweat streaming down his face, gasping for breath, and shot another boiling load into her open mouth. At last, with a strangled whimper he eased himself off her cum-filled body and collapsed on the floor.
"Jud," Rita said softly stroking his wet hair. "That was wonderful."
"It's been so long. I didn't think I'd ever fuck again. I know better now." Then after a few minutes he asked, "Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head and kissed him warmly. "I loved it. You're something else."
"If you can hang around awhile, I'll show you something else," Jud promised.
"I've got all day," Rita said and while she cradled his head in her arms, Jud nuzzled her tits like a hungry baby. With a contented smile she closed her eyes. Knowing she had brought his confidence back was all the thanks she needed.
Chapter Twelve
As Nancy skillfully applied Rita's make-up, Rita tried to start a conversation, but Chip's sister was uninterested. The girl always treated her coldly and Rita had no idea why.
Even though Rita had grown accustomed to the routine of making videos for B&T, she always got excited just before taping. This tape, however, was something altogether different. They had asked her to do something she had never done before; never dreamed she would do and Rita tried doubly hard to get Nancy to talk to her to help quell the mounting nervousness that was making her giddy.
Lapsing into silence, Rita began to wonder if she should follow her instincts and cancel out at the last minute. She had made the decision against her better judgment, but then she met the man, talked with him, and found herself liking him, swayed by his easy, comfortable manners.
Nancy finished with her make-up and stepped aside while Rita continued to admire herself in the mirror. The white satin gown was cut low in front, slit up both sides and tied with soft bows on her shoulders. It was short, barely covering her ass-cheeks which were encased in a pair of panties that was a mere wisp of shiny white fluff. The outfit contrasted vividly with her tanned arms and legs and dark coloring.
She suddenly realized that Nancy was studying her reflection in the mirror just as closely but with an angry scowl on her face. Rita opened her mouth to say something but a sharp rap on the door meant it was time to go. She took a deep breath and left the room without a backward glance at Nancy.
The bedroom set had been replaced by a living room which at first glance looked like it was full of snow drifts. It was dominated by a huge, white velvet sofa sitting on thick white carpet.
The walls were white and there were mountains of white satin pillows everywhere. Her lover was crouched beside a fake fireplace which resembled white brick. Rita felt strange when she stepped inside the circle of blazing lights as if she had entered another world.
"Looks real, doesn't it?" Mike said, rising to his feet with the easy grace of an athlete. He was dressed in a pale-blue satin shirt and white slacks and looked even more handsome than when they had first met.
Rita nodded and suddenly felt very naked as his eyes caressed her.
"What do you think?" she asked nervously.
"I say you look just like a vanilla ice-cream cone, so sweet and good to eat," he commented and licked his lips.
Rita laughed and felt her nervousness beginning to slip away.
"Okay, we better get started," Tammy said. "I know how you like to take your time, Mike, but I only rented this furniture for one day."
Both of them nodded in her direction, barely able to see her because of the lights. While Rita arranged herself in a seductive position on the sofa with a pillow between her legs, Mike unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang open. He went to her side, winked slyly so the camera wouldn't see and then put his arm around her shoulder. His hand touched the upper part of her tit and Rita felt her nipple come to life.
"Stop it!" she snapped and pushed his hand away.
"Come on, baby, I've known you since we were kids, and I've wanted you since I was old enough to know what it meant," he argued.
Rita relented slightly. "But you're my brother's best friend."
"That makes it even better," he said, and this time he skipped the pretense of putting his arm around her. His hand went straight to her jutting tits, cupping and kneading the tit-globe gently through the thin fabric.
"Bill would kill you if he knew what you were trying to do," Rita said, although her voice had weakened.
"He told me to go for it. Said he'd go after you himself if you weren't his baby sister," Mike said quietly and then his free hand found her other tit.
This was it. Now she was supposed to give up the struggle and give in to this man. It would not be difficult, he was handsome, charming and his hands were doing wonderful things to excite her, but Rita had never slept with a Mexican before. She had heard all her life about Mexicans and how they were fantastic in bed. Well, now she was going to find out for sure and the knowledge excited and frightened her at the same time.
As Mike continued to knead her swollen tits, bringing small whimpers of desire from her, Rita looked up from the pillows into deep brown eyes and then she took in the hard-muscled body that was crouched over her like a panther. The shoulders were broad, straining the material of the shirt stretched across them, the biceps so big her hands looked like a child's as they clutched at them spasmodically. Her eyes drifted lower to take in the flat, rippled belly and even lower to gaze at the crotch of his slacks, wondering, wondering. Yet, she couldn't seem to keep from looking into those fathomless, hypnotizing brown eyes.
The camera whirred softly and the lights blazed silently around them. As usual, Tammy and anyone else who happened to be in the room while they were taping were quiet. In fact, Tammy rarely said much after she set up the opening scene. She and Brad selected their people because they loved sex and behaved accordingly. No directing was needed once they got started.
Rita quivered with excitement. She always felt this way when they were taping, but today was different; this man was different. He hadn't even kissed her yet and she was loose and moist between her legs.
Up until now he had been caressing her through the fabric of her nightie, but he pushed it aside, exposing her creamy tits to his gaze. Rita looked down to see the brown hand touching her skin. She looked pale in comparison and the sight almost took her breath away. His touch was gentle, coaxing as he pinched and manipulated her nipples, exciting her beyond reason. She suddenly wanted him to be rough and put her hands over his, creating an even more startling vision of contrast.
She looked up at him again, into those brown eyes, and he was smiling. Reaching for him, she pulled his mouth to hers and his kiss sent bolts of electricity down her spine. Their tongues touched, danced together and then she sucked him deep into her mouth while her hands twisted in the hair at the back of his neck. Without seeming to move, he eased her onto her back on the sofa. Her hands fluttered here and there over his body as if they had never touched a man before, and Mike began to undress her. In seconds, his task was complete and she lay before him, naked, longing for his hands to return to her body.
The brown eyes that entranced Rita took in her beautiful body and the man shook his head, anticipating the time when she would become his; if only for a short time.
Unable to stand the suspense any longer, Rita began fondling her own tits and belly and she saw her reflection in Mike's eyes as they snaked their way down to her itchy cunt-mound.
"Can't wait?" he asked softly.
Rita shook her head and parted her legs slightly to allow her fingers to move deeper.
As Mike leaned forward to kiss her, he chuckled. Then he grabbed her hands and, clasping both of them in one of his over her head, he kissed the jiggling, bouncing tits of the struggling woman beneath him. The more he sucked and licked at the nipples the more she struggled, and it excited him, this pleasurable torture. His free hand that had been resting on her belly began making slow circular motions, dipping lower each time, until finally one finger parted the puffy lips of her pussy and disappeared in her black cunt-bush.
"Dear God!" Rita wailed as the finger entered her steamy cunt, only bringing her one step closer to her peak while Mike began to bite gently on her nipples.
He removed his finger from her pussy, rubbed her warm liquid onto her clit and then put it back into her clutching cunt. It was joined by another finger, and Mike began a gentle fucking motion, making sure to touch her clit with each inward stroke.
"Make me come, please!" Rita begged and hunched against his fingers.
With her arms still held above her head, her face contorted in desire, her body struggling for release, Mike thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight. He lowered his mouth to her tit again, brought his thumb into full contact with her clit and pumped his fingers in and out of her to meet her thrusting pelvis.
"Oh, God!" Rita panted. "Oh, God! Oh, God!"
And then her words became an unintelligible wail, her body stiffened and warm liquid coated Mike's hand.
He continued to work his fingers in and out of her for a few more minutes and then, when her face relaxed, became peaceful again, he released her hands. Standing up, facing the camera, Mike unbuttoned his pants and let them slide down his strong thick-muscled legs. His prick slapped his belly as it was freed, and Rita gasped.
Sticking out of his thatch of black pubic hair was one of the longest pricks she had ever seen. Though not as thick as David's, it was longer and it was hard and throbbing. Without a thought, she slid off the sofa to her knees at his feet and began kissing and licking the pearly drops of pre-cum that coated the velvet cock-head.
"Yeah, baby, lick it! Get it good and wet for Daddy," Mike breathed as he watched her red lips and pink tongue work on his cock.
Then he stepped back and sank onto the sofa while she continued to lick his prick on all fours. Her upturned ass gave the camera a good view of her dripping cunt and then it zoomed in on her sucking mouth. She had engulfed the head of Mike's spit-slick cock and was inching his prick slowly into her mouth. His guttural growls and moans covered any other sound that might be in the room, and the taste of his cock and the sound of his pleasure made Rita long for a full pussy again.
Holding his cock up out of the way, she pushed her face between his thighs and tongued his balls, first one and then the other, and then she stuffed them both in her mouth. Then, desire leading the way, Rita's tongue found his puckered asshole and Mike's moans grew louder. With one hand gently stroking his cock, the other kneading his balls and her tongue probing into his hot asshole, Rita listened to the man squeal with delight.
Finally, her mouth returned to his prick and she began sucking him again. Mike smiled down at her, content just to watch her mouth stretch around his cock. He thought he could probably last for hours this way, but he knew that Tammy didn't have the time or patience for that. Grasping his prick in his hand, Mike pulled it out of her mouth and rubbed it on her cheeks and lips over and over again. Rita felt as if she could spend the rest of her life sucking his cock, and enjoyed the feel of it on her face. Raising up on her knees, she cupped her tits and offered them to him. The touch of his hot prick on her sensitive nipples made her groan and squeeze the doughy flesh around his cock. He fucked the tight spot gently for a few minutes and then pulled her to her feet. Still seated on the sofa, his head resting on the back, Rita stood with a leg on either side of him and squatted.
His face disappeared in her pussy and his tongue felt as long as his prick. Rita tossed her head back, whimpered, and rode his face with her dripping cunt. Mike's hands cupped her ass, pulled the yielding flesh apart, revealing Rita's pink, puckered asshole to the camera and then one of his fingers invaded the hole and Rita grunted.
Again, Mike wanted to do this for hours, but he knew that Tammy wanted action. Literally lifting Rita off his face, he stood up. Holding her by her narrow waist he, again, lifted her. Her eyes grew big and round as she saw what he was doing, but she held onto his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his ass. Her cunt was tight around his prick as he slid it inside her farther and farther, actually impaling her on his cock while he was standing up.
She was light, but fucking in this standing-up position was a little awkward and not really good for the camera shots. After a few moments, he placed her on her back on the sofa and held her legs apart by the ankles so the camera could see his prick pistoning in and out of her slimy wet cunt.
Rita was hunching against him, meeting his thrusts with strong ones of her own while her clasping cunt stroked and squeezed his cock, making him want to empty his balls.
"Fuck me, you bastard!" Rita shouted. "Gimme all that cock!"
Her words made him grin because he knew she wasn't acting. She really meant what she was saying, and then he felt the first convulsing of her pussy. He wanted to come inside her, fill that tight little cunt with his load, but he knew the rules.
This time, Rita came back to reality more slowly, and she saw Tammy motioning for them to wind it up. Reluctantly, she returned her gaze to those brown hypnotic eyes and silently apologized to Mike for what she had to do. Pulling the slimy cock from her pussy, Rita began jacking him off with firm, measured strokes and in seconds, the shiny brown cock was spitting stream after stream of white cum onto Rita's tits. Their moans died down and then they collapsed in each other's arms.
"Quite a show. Wonderful job," Tammy complimented them, but Rita and Mike barely heard her.
They were looking at each other, feeling good, both of them realizing that that was no show; their feelings and reactions had been real. Even if she never got to make another tape with Mike, Rita knew this would be the one she had enjoyed most.
"There's something I'd like to ask you?" Rita began as they were dressing.
"What?"
"Have you ever posed for photographs, you know, for a magazine?"
"Yep," Mike answered, buttoning his shirt. "What kind?"
"What else?" he asked with a wicked grin and cupped his balls.
Rita laughed, remembering the front cover of one of David Kelly's porn magazines.
"I thought I'd seen you someplace before," Rita said with a little smile.
Chapter Thirteen
"I absolutely refuse!" Nancy announced and jumped up from the table turning over a glass of water.
"Nancy, it's all perfectly natural," Tammy tried to explain and caught her daughter's hands.
"What's with her?" Chip asked, coming into the dining room where Brad and Rita were still sitting at the table watching Tammy soothe Nancy's sobs.
"No, no, no!" Nancy blubbered, her face red and swollen.
"We've got a special request for a tape concerning a mother and her two children-a son and a daughter," Brad explained patiently.
"You're the mom?" he questioned Rita, and she nodded, keeping her eyes on Nancy.
"And you're the son," Brad told Chip.
"All right!"
"We're trying to get Nancy to play the daughter," he added.
"Why?" Chip asked, dropping into a chair beside Rita and running his hand up her thigh.
She shivered at his touch. "She needs to learn, to be taught by a caring adult, not some clumsy oaf in the back seat of a car."
"Is she afraid?" Chip asked.
"You're all terrible!" Nancy shouted at her mother. "Terrible, nasty people and I hate you. Especially that tramp!"
Nancy pointed a shaking finger at Rita.
"Young lady ..." Brad was on his feet but Nancy waved the apology aside.
"She's got some wrong ideas," Rita said. "Perhaps I unintentionally caused that. It worries me and I won't rest until I know we have this straightened out."
Before Brad and Tammy could respond, Chip put his arms around Rita.
"She's just confused and maybe a little jealous. You're a tough act to follow and she's afraid of you. Let me talk to her," he said, kissing Rita's cheek and sounding much older than his years.
"Why don't you and Rita go downstairs and relax for a while. Let your sister cool down and you can talk to her later," Brad said after he got over the initial shock of realizing that his son was becoming a man-not only in the bedroom.
Following Brad's advice, Chip and Rita went downstairs to the rec room. The taping set had been replaced by the bar and Chip poured sodas for the two of them.
"How about a game of pool?" he suggested, seeing that Rita was still worried.
"Okay," she agreed.
They shot a few games of eight ball, with Rita winning each time and soon Chip had her laughing.
"What are you going to say to your sister?" she asked while Chip racked up the balls one more time.
Chip shrugged his broad shoulders. "I'm just going to tell her how great you are; tell her what she's missing."
"Do you think it'll work?"
Again Chip shrugged. "It's worth a try."
"What's worth a try?" Nancy said coming down the stairs.
"Hi, Sis," Chip said, ignoring her question.
"Hi, Nancy," Rita said, forcing herself to smile at the hard, cold look Nancy shot at her.
"Oh, you're here. I'm sorry to interrupt," Nancy said bitterly and turned to go.
"Wait, Sis. Stay and play a game of pool with us," Chip urged and caught his sister's hand.
"Well . . ." Nancy said, undecided.
"Please," Rita said, wishing there was something she could do or say to change the girl's mind.
At last Nancy relented and as the three played, the tension seemed to decrease. They even laughed at some of Chip's antics and when Rita bent over the red felt table to make a shot, he probed between her legs with the butt of the pool cue.
"Chip," Rita said, moving away from him. She didn't really want him to stop but this was not the way to entice Nancy to participate in making a tape. "You're going to make me miss a shot."
"I'd like to take a shot at that pussy of yours," he said lewdly.
Nancy kept her eyes on the table, her mouth a thin straight line.
Rita gave him a warning look and Chip winked. "C'mon, Rita, I really need it."
Turning to face him, Rita wondered if he had some kind of plan in mind.
"I don't really feel like it right now," she said.
"Suck my cock," Chip suggested.
"How disgusting!" Nancy snapped and threw down her stick.
Ignoring Rita's remark, Chip freed his semi-hard cock and forced Rita to squat on the floor. Her skin-tight shorts slid into the crack of her ass and outlined her cunt vividly. She thought Nancy had stalked out of the room, but as Chip forced his cock in her face, she glanced in the young girl's direction. Nancy was still there, looking at the floor silently.
"That's it, lick it real good!" Chip urged as he held Rita's head, and her experienced mouth went to work on his cock.
She sucked and licked while he made more noise than usual and his cock grew longer and fatter. One of his hands reached into Rita's blouse and revealed a brown-nippled tit which he kneaded and cupped, causing Rita to moan around his prick.
"I knew that once I got you started, you'd feel like it." He pulled Rita to her feet and they kissed, pressing their bodies against each other while their tongues danced. While Chip kissed her neck, he unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra and began sucking her swollen nipples.
"Chip, that feels so good," Rita whimpered, and through her partially closed eyes, she could see that Nancy was no longer staring at the floor-she was watching them.
Rita's fingers curled around Chip's cock and she stroked it gently making sure Nancy saw the drops of pre-cum leaking out of the slit. Then she sank to her knees, again licking and sucking the fat knob while Chip leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
"Can I . . .can I do that?" Nancy's question startled Rita who was involved in sucking Chip's cock, but the boy was smiling at his sister.
"Sure, Sis. Let her show you how," Chip said quickly.
Nancy came timidly toward them and joined Rita on the floor.
"Just be careful of your teeth," Rita cautioned and turned Chip's prick over to his sister.
The young girl looked totally innocent as she stroked Chip's throbbing cock and then tentatively touched her tongue to the velvety head. He moaned and thrust his hips and Rita sat back to watch.
Nancy made a face but continued to lick her brother's prick until it was wet. "Put it in your mouth," Chip suggested. Nancy hesitated only slightly before sucking the first few inches of Chip's cock into her mouth and then pulling it out.
"That's great, Sis!" Chip whispered. "Do it some more!"
Nancy complied and soon worked up to a steady rhythm, taking a few more inches in her mouth with each stroke.
Rita could control herself no longer. She moved quietly toward the girl and began stroking her neck and ears. When Nancy did not resist, Rita's hands moved to her well-developed tits and she kissed the girl's neck gently at first and then more passionately.
"Ah, so good," Chip sighed as he used a hand to touch each of them.
Nancy was moaning softly and pushing against Rita's exploring hands while she continued to suck Chip's cock. Suddenly he stiffened, grunted, and just as his jism began streaming out of his cock, Nancy jerked away. Rita was so engrossed in what she was doing to Nancy, she missed most of it and Chip just stood there, quivering, pounding his own prick and shooting all over the floor.
"I'm sorry," Nancy said.
"Don't be sorry. You didn't know what to expect," Rita soothed.
"You've got a good mouth, Sis," Chip complimented when he caught his breath.
"And I think you should return the favor. Your sister is probably pretty hot by now," Rita said with authority.
Nancy looked at her in surprise. "I didn't think you'd let him..."
"Dear, there's more than enough to go around. I'm not selfish," Rita said and they move toward the pool table. "Let's get comfortable."
Rita began undressing and when Chip finished, he helped his sister, kissing her big, pointed nipples and squeezing her asscheeks.
"Oh, it does feel good," Nancy moaned and did not push Chip's hands away.
He pinched her nipples then rubbed her belly and then let his hand drop to her bushy light brown cunt-patch. A finger probed between her legs and when he drew it out, it was wet. He licked it and grinned. "You taste good, too."
Rita felt a gush of warmth between her own thighs and wanted to lick Nancy's virgin slit, but she was content to let the children set the pace.
"Let me suck it," Chip suggested and lifted his sister onto the pool table.
"Chip," Nancy said softly.
"It's all right, Sis," he murmured and kissed her while his hands covered her tits.
Nancy moaned softly and relaxed.
When he kissed his way down her flat belly, she eased back onto the table. Nancy readily opened her legs for him. As he began licking, sucking, gently biting the sweet, slick cuntlips, Nancy worked her wet pussy over Chip's face, squealing in ecstasy. With Rita working on her tits and Chip sucking on her clit, Nancy jerked, shuddered and came in short order, hunching, saying, "Oh, God! Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Chip obeyed, licking up the sweet drippings from the child, and in a few minutes, his busy tongue had Nancy creaming again in his hungry mouth.
"I should be ashamed of myself," Nancy whispered when she finally got control again.
"Why?" Chip wanted to know, his face covered with cunt-juice and curly hairs.
Nancy shrugged her shoulders and her tits jiggled.
"Don't be ashamed of needing and wanting sex. It's natural like breathing or sleeping," Rita said.
"But he's my brother," Nancy argued.
"When you're with someone you care about, there's nothing wrong with showing your feelings," she explained.
"Even with another woman?"
Rita smiled. "Sometimes it's even better with another woman."
"I'd like to taste you," Nancy said suddenly.
Rita smiled, glad to hear that because her pussy was aching for some attention. She exchanged places with Nancy on the table and spread her legs wide. At first Nancy's licks were so gentle Rita hardly felt them, then as Nancy grew accustomed to the taste, she lapped at Rita's juices eagerly.
"That's it," Chip said as he joined his sister between her legs. "Stick two fingers inside her."
"Yes, oh, yes!" Rita groaned and fought to control the urge to grind her pussy in Nancy's face. The sensations blasting through her were unbelievable and when the young girl's tongue wrapped around her clit, Rita lost all control. She grabbed Nancy's head and held her while she bucked and shuddered and squirmed on the table.
"Did you like it?" Chip asked.
Nancy nodded, Rita's cunt-juice covering her face, and inserted a finger in her own pussy.
"Chip, let me show you how much I love you." Nancy moved closer to Chip and kissed him, rubbing her body against his. Stepping back, she cupped her aching tits and offered them to him and then spread her pussy-lips for him to see.
Rita swallowed hard.
Chip was hard again, the huge, purple head of his cock already glistening with pre-cum moisture and Rita's mouth was watering. Nancy's eyes were burning with desire and she continued to play with her swollen pussy.
Rita moved off the table and watched as the two children moved to a nearby sofa. The kids were following their instincts and needed very little help so she settled beside them to watch.
Nancy was on her back with her legs spread wide apart and Chip knelt between them. He began kneading her tits gently and she moaned. When he sucked her erect nipples, she arched her back to him and Rita saw one of his hands move down her belly. He finger-fucked her for a while, gradually adding fingers until he had three inside her up to the first knuckle and then, when she was practically begging, he began easing his cock into her wet pussy.
"Is it gonna hurt?" Nancy asked as she looked at Rita. There was real fear in her eyes.
Rita shook her head. "Relax."
A few more inches of Chip's prick slid into Nancy's tight, virgin cunt and then with a grunt, he lunged into her and their furry crotches became one.
"Wait just a minute till she adjusts, Chip," Rita said, longing to fondle his balls, knowing that it was difficult for him to remain in control.
Taking a virgin was no easy task, nor one to be taken lightly. Beads of sweat formed on his upper lip as he fought to keep from coming. After a few seconds they began moving together in an easy rhythm and then she saw Chip grow tense and his asscheeks clenched tightly.
"Damn, I'm coming!" he grunted.
Nancy looked worried as he spurted into her velvet cunt again and again. "What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing." "But I didn't come." "I'll take care of that," Rita offered as Chip rolled off her, gasping for breath. His cum was oozing out of her tight little pussy and sliding down to her ass. Rita scooped it up with her tongue loving the taste of their mixed juices.
"Suck me, please," Nancy begged, hunching her pussy against Rita's face. "I gotta come!"
On her knees, Rita sucked all of Chip's come from her sweet pussy and then went to work on her clit. Her legs held Rita like a vise as she squealed and came, flooding Rita's mouth with her copious flow.
Then Rita felt Chip behind her, spreading her asscheeks apart. "Can I?" he asked.
Rita's pussy was wet and more than ready for his big prick. She nodded and lowered her face to Nancy's pussy again. The head of Chip's prick spreading her slick, hot pussy felt terrific and she pushed back against him. When he buried it to the hilt, she sucked Nancy's clit hard to keep from screaming.
While Chip pounded his prick into Rita's pussy, his fingers found her clit. He teased her unmercifully, rubbing her swollen nub just long enough to bring her to the edge of coming and then he would move them away.
After Nancy came again, she was unable to stand it any longer. She pulled her slick face away from the girl's cunt, momentarily halted Chip's furious pounding, and rolled onto her back.
"Come here, baby," she said, pinching her erect nipples, "fuck me this way."
Chip mounted Rita eagerly as Nancy watched with lust-glazed eyes. His prick filled her up and he began fucking like a wild animal. Rita met his thrusts, forgetting about everything except the energetic prick filling her cunt.
"Oh . . .oh . . .oh!" Nancy moaned and crouched on the sofa fingering herself to yet another thundering climax.
Chip roared and Rita felt her own shuddering begin. The three of them were momentarily out of control and then they collapsed, winded but happy. It was a long afternoon but by the time it was over, Nancy was becoming an accomplished lover and she had a willing brother on whom to practice her skills.
Chapter Fourteen
"We got the whole thing on tape and it was beautiful," Tammy told Rita the next day. "Everything was perfect and you taught my daughter a good lesson."
Rita was glad, but then she had an announcement to make. "I'm not making any more tapes. That was my last one."
"Why?" Brad demanded, a worried look on his face. "Is something wrong?"
Rita nodded. "Something is wrong with my marriage and I've got to fix it."
They had argued with her, but her mind was made up.
"Honey, I have to work tonight," Eric's voice cut through Rita's thoughts at the breakfast table a few days after she told Brad and Tammy that she was quitting.
"Again?" Rita asked, finding it impossible to hide her disappointment. Brad had almost ordered her to attend a party at their house that night, but she had decided not to go, to stay home and have it out with Eric. Now, Eric was saying he had to work late again.
"This is the last night, honey, I promise," he said, squeezing her hand.
Rita jerked her hand away.
"It had better be, Eric Roberts!" she shouted, jumping up from the table to keep him from seeing her tears.
"Rita," he said softly and went after her.
She whirled to face him, not caring if he saw her tears. "It had better be because if the next time you plan on working late, just don't bother coming home."
Eric was looking at her seriously now as if trying to decide whether she really meant what she said.
"It's been weeks since you fucked me and I hate being alone!" Rita was sobbing openly now, spitting out the words as if they tasted bitter. "It makes me feel like a dried-up old hag."
"I did it for you," Eric said.
"Bullshit!" Rita flung at him. "I love you, Eric, but I'm not a goddamn nun! Our marriage is in bad shape and unless things get back to normal, I'm leaving."
Eric left her without another word, without touching her and Rita knew she had lost him forever. What had happened to the wonderful life they had shared for the past five years? She felt drained of all emotion and strangely alone. It was time to start her life all over.
Chip came over later in the morning, found her still in tears and begged her to come to the party. "Mom and Dad have some news that I think you should hear. It might be just what you need right now. Perhaps a way to get started again."
Rita kissed his young face, thankful for his ability to think straight for her.
"You're right," she said, letting her hand drop into his lap. "And I'll go to the party if you'll be my date."
His prick jerked under her hand.
"Sorry, I've already got a date, but I'll be there." He grinned and for a while neither of them thought about the party.
It was still light, although the shadows were long and cool when Rita walked up the Westgate's front walk, her red, high-heeled sandals making little clicking sounds. She was dressed in a red halter dress open to the waist with nothing on underneath but a red garter belt and sheer stockings. The afternoon with Chip had revived her spirits and she vowed to put Eric and her future out of her mind for tonight and just enjoy the party.
Loud music penetrated the evening air and a few outside lights illuminated several couples toward the back of the house. Nancy, dressed in a low-cut gown that showed off her ample tits, answered the door and gave Rita a hug.
"I've missed you," she said.
"I've missed you, too," Rita said, glad that the tenseness between them was gone.
"Rita, we probably won't have another chance to talk so I want to tell you something," Nancy said once they were inside.
"What is it? You look so serious."
"I just wanted to thank you for helping me, for teaching me how good sex can be between two people who love each other," Nancy told the other woman.
"You don't have to thank me," Rita said, putting her arm on the girl's shoulder.
"I wanted Chip for so long and I was so jealous of you. Then we did it and it was wonderful. We do it all the time now." She giggled.
"Well, I'm glad." She hugged Nancy and then saw Brad coming toward them. He was dressed casually in slacks and a shirt open at the neck.
"Ravishing Rita!" he boomed and scooped her up in his arms in a big bear hug.
Rita was glowing when her feet touched the floor again.
"Am I late?" she asked. "It sounds like things are well underway."
"Just getting started," he assured her and with an arm around her bare shoulders, steered her toward a bar in one corner of the living room.
They ordered drinks and he turned to her while they were waiting.
"We've really missed you around here," he said, his gaze moving momentarily to the front of her dress.
"I've missed you, too," she answered.
"And you won't consider ..."
Rita held up her hand. "Please, Brad, I'm not making any more tapes. In fact, in a few days I might not be living around here. Eric and I are about to split up, I'm afraid."
"What?"
Before they could say anything more, Tammy arrived, dressed in blue silk lounging pajamas, her hair a tousled flame. "Rita, you made it. I've got some people who are just dying to meet you."
As Tammy drew her away from Brad, he put his hand on Rita's shoulder. "I've got some information that I think you should hear before you make any decisions."
Rita wanted to hear more, but a crowd of people came between them and Tammy was leading her downstairs by the hand. As they went through a rec room, Rita noticed that the wall where the set was hidden was open and the bedroom was there done in rich black velvet. She was about to ask Tammy about it, but they were heading toward a patio crowded with men and women.
It had grown somewhat darker since Rita arrived, but lights were on giving everything a soft, yellow glow. Tammy took Rita from one cluster of people to another, introducing her to them. Rita recognized some of the names as belonging to senators and congressmen and most of the rest were doctors and lawyers. The whole group reeked of money and power and Rita wondered what they were doing at this party. Yet, she felt comfortable and even though their hungry eyes were taking in nearly naked tits, tight ass, and shapely legs, they were interested in what she was saying.
Rita glanced at her watch and was surprised to find that she had been there over two hours. Tammy had disappeared and Rita made her way through the rec room where couples were dancing slowly in the semi-darkness. Chip and Nancy were dancing, his hands cupping her tight ass, massaging it gently.
Mike was seated on a sofa with a drink in one hand, a smile on his face and a blonde head in his lap, slurping her way up and down on his hard cock.
"Hello," he said in a deep, husky voice.
Not really sure of what she should do, she smiled in return and waved. Then she looked closer and realized that everyone around her was involved in or about to be involved in some sexual activity.
Jud was nearby with a long-legged redhead sitting on his lap. He stood up when he saw her, telling the woman to wait.
"Rita, baby!" He came toward her with outstretched arms.
A blind woman would have known what was on Jud's mind when their bodies touched. His cock was a steel rod pressing between them.
"Quite a party," he said, still holding her hands after the embrace had ended.
Rita nodded, noticing that the redhead had pulled her dress up and was playing with her cunt while she waited for Jud to return.
"Listen, I never got the chance to thank you," he said suddenly serious.
"Thank me?" Rita asked, warming to the turn of events. This could turn out to be a fun evening after all.
"For giving me back my confidence. You proved to me that my ex-wife was wrong. I'm not impotent." He winked slyly and guided her hand down the front of his pants.
"It was my pleasure," Rita said, giving his cock a playful squeeze.
"Hurry, Jud!" the redhead whined.
"She just can't seem to get enough," he said with a shrug and another wink.
Rita took a drink from a nearby tray and sipped it while she watched people pairing off in groups of two or more and shedding clothes quickly. Several people were from the neighborhood and, once the clothes were removed, they blended right in with the politicians and doctors and lawyers.
"Rita!" said a male voice close by, and she turned to see David. He was wearing a powder-blue shirt and dark slacks.
She leaned forward to kiss him, knowing that he could see down the front of her dress. Their lips met and she let her tongue dart into his mouth for a moment. His long-fingered hands moved up under her dark hair to fondle her ears and the back of her neck. When she stood up again, she noticed the growing bulge in his pants.
"You want me to take care of that?" she asked, reaching for it hesitantly.
"If you don't grin, unzipped his pants and freed his prick.
A sense of dejavu swept over Rita as she knelt between his legs, her mouth watering at the sight of his hard prick. She licked pre-cum off the head, hearing his groan above the others in the room. Then as her tongue worked its magic, his prick grew even bigger, and she got him slippery wet, she remembered her dream of a few weeks earlier. In her dream, she had been to a party much like this, she had been sucking David like this.
His hands tangled in her hair as he urged her to take him deeper and Rita complied, but her mind was elsewhere. Eric had been in her dream, too, with two other women-Sam and Mandi. Her mind whirled as she sucked David's cock furiously, hoping the taste of his jism would block out her memories. Finally, he growled, held her head and filled her mouth with streams of hot, tangy, sticky sauce.
"Feel like sharing after a while?" he asked. "Sam and Mandi are here with me."
Rita smiled and caught a stray dribble of cum with her tongue. "Do you see them a lot?"
He nodded. "We're making great progress. I've introduced Mandi to some of my friends and she's let them fuck her."
"And Sam?" Rita asked, standing up and straightening her dress.
"She's a tough case, but she's coming along. "Rita, David, Dad's ready to make his announcement," Chip told them and pointed to the center of the room where Brad was standing with Tammy.
"What kind of announcement?" David asked.
Chip shrugged. He and Nancy were holding hands, standing close together.
"And who are all these important people?" Rita asked, suddenly realizing that everyone had temporarily stopped their sexual activity, but the naked bodies were everywhere.
"These are all clients of B&T Videos," David answered, keeping his eyes on Brad.
"You mean they . . . they've seen me they watched ..."
Chip nodded. "Everyone here either makes or buys B&T Videos. These people have gone ape-shit over you, Rita."
Rita was still trying to grasp this idea when she saw, or thought she saw, Eric. He was naked, his big cock sticking straight out while Sam and Mandi took turns stroking it. She stared at him just as he stared back at her. No, Rita thought, it couldn't be! But when she shook her head, closed her eyes and opened them again, there he was.
Brad was saying something, she knew was important, but she was so surprised at seeing her husband, she had trouble thinking.
"Eric?" she said, moving toward him, as if in a dream. "I thought you were working!
Before either of them could say another word, Brad was asking for attention in a loud voice. The room became quiet, Rita and Eric stood facing each other but not touching.
"I have a short announcement to make, and then we'll continued with the-uh-festivities," Brad began. "B&T Videos has been purchased by a film company in California. Since everyone here is either an employee or a client or friends or both, we thought you'd like to know that Tammy and I will be moving out there. We'll still be in control of the actual taping so you'll still get quality, realistic films. In fact, our work should be even better because we'll be working with a much larger budget. Your special requests can be fulfilled quickly."
There was a scattering of applause and then a male voice from somewhere in the crowd asked, "Is Rita going with you?"
Several people laughed.
Brad ignored the question. "Now, as most of you know, every year we give a five-thousand-dollar bonus to the most-requested actor and actress in our little group. This year is no different. After I make the announcement, I am going to request that they perform for us."
This time everyone applauded and the electricity in the room was almost tangible.
"This year's winners are Eric Roberts and his wife, Rita Roberts!" Brad announced, searching for them in the crowd.
Rita and Eric still stood facing each other.
"You've been working for Brad?" Eric asked, staring in amazement.
"You've been making x-rated videos?" Rita was just as shocked.
"I was trying to earn enough money to buy you a new car, honey," Eric began to explain.
"And I was trying to earn some extra money so you wouldn't have to put in so much overtime at the office," Rita said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Oh, Rita, you're a peach!" Eric laughed and reached for his wife. He was still naked and hard, and at his touch, Rita felt her whole body come alive.
"Both of them have decided not to make any more videos for us, so I think they really owe us this one last performance," Brad was saying, and the crowd of people were urging them toward the black velvet bedroom.
Standing beside the bed, Eric kissed his wife deeply. It had been so long since he'd kissed her like that, Rita thought he felt almost like a stranger, exciting, unknown. Her hands roamed his naked body and he was the only thing that existed for her. Easing her naked tits out of the front of her dress, he lowered his head and sucked the turgid nipples.
Rita groaned and closed her eyes.
Pushing her back onto the bed, he pulled up the skirt of her dress and buried his face in her curly, black cunt.
The crowd cheered as Rita hunched against his face. She squealed and held his head. Eric's tongue brought her to a quick orgasm and then he flipped her over and mounted her from behind, spreading her ass-cheeks so everyone could see. While he fucked her tight cunt, Rita flew to a higher level of excitement than she had ever thought possible. She had her husband back and he loved her. As his driving prick plunged deeper with each stroke, she forgot about the crowd, forgot about everything but the pleasure she was receiving from Eric and slipped over the edge of reality again.
Eric was still hard when she came back to earth and she slid to the floor beside the bed, and leaned her head back. He straddled her face, shoved his slimy fuck-rod in her mouth and she sucked him with abandon. As he fucked her face, she spread her legs wide, giving the audience a good view of her sloppy wet pussy, and fingered herself to one orgasm after another.
"I'm coming!" Eric growled and after the first stream of spunk shot down her throat, Rita pulled him free and let him come on her face.
The horny crowd went wild and, as Eric knelt beside her on the floor, Rita saw them quickly pairing off again to resume their sucking and fucking.
"I love you, Rita." Eric stirred beside her and spoke softly.
"And I love you," she answered, kissing his fingers.
"They look like they're enjoying themselves," he said, motioning to the busy crowd.
Rita nodded. "Shall we join them?"
"Why not?" Eric responded and holding hands they stood up.
Not too much later, Rita was riding up and down on Mike's big cock while Eric finger-fucked Sam and Mandi and they, in turn, sucked his cock.
It was almost dawn when Rita and Eric walked home, much much richer in more ways than one.
