In the senior class at Wayford Corners High, Marc Stevens had it made. When it came to pussy, the 19 year old was getting more than his fair share. He didn't get it all from the same girl either, but from most of them. When each girl got a case of the hots and wanted a guy to put his mouth or his cock between her legs, Marc was always her first choice. Even ahead of her boyfriend.
like Sonya Adams, for instance. She went after Marc's cock like a dog goes after a bone. She had him fucking her whenever they had a chance to be alone together. But she wouldn't allow her boyfriend Harlan to get his hand even near her tits or her pussy. Harlan was convinced she was highly moral and untouchable, and Sonya wanted him to go right on thinking that.
So she had the reputation, along with a dozen others, of being one of the town's good girls, while secretly enjoying the feel of Marc's big, long, thick boner being buried deep in her cunt and sometimes down her throat. Marc had a thing for female pussy and was a devoted face fucker. But Sonya and the others didn't mind that in the least.
Marc's senior year began with him thinking it couldn't get any better than this, but it did. He met Cathy Turner. Her parents moved to town and Cathy was to take her final year and graduate at Wayford Corners High.
Cathy was a beautiful girl and the sexiest thing on two feet. She appeared to be one of the good girls. She had a neat way of glaring disdainfully at any guy who tried to make a pass at her, and make him look like a complete asshole or worse. It wasn't that she was above fooling around with the guys, but she had already picked out the one she wanted-a handsome young stud named Marc Stevens.
A school holiday came along. Cathy's parents were both at work and she was home all by herself. With only the faintest of hopes, Marc went over to her place after having made certain Cathy was home and her parents weren't.
He didn't think he had a snowball's chance in hell of getting into her panties, but he planned to do his best anyway. Who could say when he might get lucky?
What he didn't know then was that Cathy had already gone all the way with two boys from where she had lived before. The first guy had gotten cold feet after the first time he fucked her. He was convinced he'd committed a terrible sin, and his only hope of salvation was to never, never do it again for the rest of his life, other than with his wife when he finally got one.
The second guy had a far different outlook on life. He fucked Cathy, thought it was great, and vowed to screw her every day from then on. Unfortunately, his parents caught him the second time he slid his prick into Cathy's hot pussy.
They were so embarrassed they couldn't bring themselves to tell Cathy's parents, who remained blissfully unaware that their daughter had a lustful need for cock. Cathy was then confident she could continue to enjoy getting laid without her parents being the wiser. Now here in Wayford Corners, she'd already decided on which boy she wanted between her legs and then, wonder of wonders, when she looked out the window, she saw Marc coming up to her front door.
As soon as they said hello, she practically yanked him in and closed the door behind them. She led him over to the couch and sat him down. No sooner was she snuggled up beside him and she started throwing hints about what they could do when they were alone like this all day.
Marc was neither dumb, slow, nor honorable. He didn't consider the possible consequences if they were caught. That was her problem. Being honorable didn't get a guy any pussy, and Marc was getting plenty. Even if he didn't manage to get into Cathy's panties, he already had more cunt than he could possible handle.
Had he given each girl in his senior class as much cock as she was willing to take, he'd have had no time to spend on anything else. Well, those girls were going to have to get along on even less, he told himself, because he was sure now he'd be spending most of his time with this sweet creature. He could tell when a girl had an itch between her legs and wanted him to do something about it.
Their arms went about one another and they got into some hot and heavy smooching. Cathy grew hotter and hotter, and so did Marc. Suddenly, the girl removed her blouse and bra, and practically pulled his face onto one of her warm fleshy jugs. He didn't take time to admire each huge, dark nipple which was surrounded in turn by a broad, brown, bumpy cap. He could do that later.
"Suck it!" Cathy hissed, and he took it into his mouth. The brown nub got harder as he licked and sucked on it.
He wasn't sure yet how far she would let him go, but he was in there trying. Cathy was very agile. While he sucked on her boob like a starving man, she slithered out of her skirt and kicked off her sandals. All that kept her from being totally nude was her flimsy see through panties that he now had his hand inside of, reaching for her dark, furry muff.
He got her panties down to her ankles and she sent them across the room with a flick of her toe. Without taking his mouth away from her tit, he undid his pants and dragged them, along with his undershorts, down past his knees and freed of his feet. Cathy was tugging at his shirt. She wanted him naked like she was.
He slid a finger into her pussy and was amazed at how wet she was. If she'd had his face down there between her thighs, he would have to lick frantically to stay ahead of her oozing juices. He liked it when a girl was that hot for him.
He took her hand and placed it on his prick. He expected her to take her hand away, but she didn't. She held it in a firm, gentle grip and began playing with it. She rubbed up and down, not really knowing how to do it, but trying. He put his hand on top of hers and guided it until she was doing it as good as any of the other girls.
He slipped three fingers up inside her. Not just in her slit, but really in. She shuddered, breathed heavier and stopped stroking his cock.
"You might cum this way," she said breathlessly. "And I might too. Let's do something better."
With that, she got to her feet, took him by the hand and they hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She flung herself onto the bed, pulling him down on top of her.
"Ball me!" she said urgently. When he hesitated, she thought he hadn't understood. "Fuck me! Come on, do it to me. Do it!"
She grabbed hold of his cock and guided it to her love hole, and he eased it in. He went in deeper, an inch at a time, while she wriggled her ass beneath him. He was only halfway in when she let out a carnal yell that made his hair stand on end. She went nearly rigid, dug her fingernails into his shoulders and heaved her ass up from the mattress.
He let out a howl of his own as his spurting pecker exploded up her snatch, spraying her tunnel of love with his hot fuck juice, he pained her but good.
Already she was worried that he might quit now that he'd gotten his rocks off. She ground her belly against his and cried out, "More! Do it some more!"
When she felt his prick push in, all the way to his balls, she knew then that more was what she was going to get. Maybe a lot more. His long, thick shaft was stretching her twat and she loved it.
He bit her nipple, not too hard, and heard her moan. But not from pain. He chewed on it while he moved his prick back and forth in her tight, clasping snatch. He drove his awesome erection in and out of her raging cunthole to the lewd and erotic accompaniment of her primitive moans. At first he thought it was just her, then he realized he was moaning too. He fucked her furiously, expertly, driven by a wild urge to possess her beautiful body and her pleasure-giving snatch.
They were both possessed. He slammed his prick into her snatch over and over again. He fucked her through one orgasm after another. He had her thinking she'd found heaven. She had most certainly found herself the lover she had been dreaming about.
They spent most of the day there on the bed, fucking in all kinds of positions. Cathy was stunned at his endurance, his marvelous staying power. When he found himself a pussy, he just didn't quit.
Finally, they went into the bathroom and took a shower together. It was another first for Cathy. She had never taken a shower with a guy before. And she'd never had one back her up against the wall of the shower stall and fuck her standing up. Another first was when he had her turn around with her ass against him and bend over. Then he fucked her doggy-style.
"I wish I could be sure Mom and Dad won't be back in time for supper," she told him after they dressed and she kissed him good-bye at the front door. "I'd keep you here all evening."
They kissed again, pleased that they had fucked all day and gotten away with it. No one would ever know.
Except all the girls in their senior high school class the next day.
Looking back on it. Marc considered his senior years of high school to be the happiest of his life. Mostly because of his hot passionate affair with Cathy Turner. He seldom had time for the other girls once Cathy found out how good it was to have his awesome prick buried deep in her pussy. Then just as they both were beginning to think this was going to go on forever, they graduated. And right after graduation, Cathy's parents went on a tour of Europe and took their daughter with them.
A week after that, Marc found out what it was like to have sex with a married woman. What it was like was very, very nice. From that time on, he had a hot thing going with Mrs. George Latham-lovely 38-year-old Delia Latham who lived just down the street. She was letting him fuck her whenever her husband wasn't home. Not bad for a horny young stud who needed pussy every day.
Lovely Delia never refused him her pussy, because she had a thing for young cock. Especially Marc's big, long, thick one that stood proudly erect whenever he was with her. It never seemed to go limp. The big difference between young Marc and her husband, Delia noted, was that her secret lover was a tireless fucker and her husband was just a tired one.
After their affair had been going on for a month, she phoned him one day, as usual, to tell him the coast was clear. Her husband George had put his golf bag in the trunk of the car and headed for the Country Club. He would be there all day, until it got dark.
This Saturday would be like all the others, Marc thought happily as he stepped up onto the porch. Delia would meet him at the front door, lock it behind him and take him right upstairs to her bedroom. They'd take off their clothes, get onto the bed together and spend most of the day fucking.
Delia was one hot cunt, he told himself. She could take all the cock he was willing to give her, and it amazed and delighted her that he could give her so much.
He knocked and she answered the door wearing just her nightgown. When they were in the hall, he asked, "Did I get you out of bed?"
"Certainly not," she said as she slipped her arms about his neck. "This nightgown hasn't been slept in. I put it on just now, after I had my shower. You know I always have a shower before you come over here. Do you think
I'd let you go near my cunt when its all smelly?"
"Why would your twat be smelly?" Marc asked.
"George fucked me last night, before he rolled over and went to sleep."
"Then I guess you don't need me," Marc teased. "Your needs have been taken care of."
"Yes, what he did took care of me until you got here," she replied, rubbing her pussy up against him so she could feel his upright boner inside his slacks.
"Now I'm ready to play. Let's go upstairs."
Delia's gown concealed very little. As Marc gazed lustfully at her, he could see her full round boobs that were almost bare. And the garment was so short he could see her cunt when she moved her legs. At least he saw her nest of pussy hair. He knew Delia was showing him what she had, to get him even more excited than he already was.
Delia was pretty thrilled and excited herself. Just thinking about how this gorgeous young stud was going to stuff her pussy with his cock all day long, while George was out on the golf course, sent shivers of delight all through her. She felt even more delightful sensations when she thought of what she was going to be doing with him.
As he followed her up the stairs, his hand was up under her gown, his fingers exploring the crack of her ass. In her bedroom, he stripped quickly and stood before her, proud of his naked body and his enormous cock standing stiffly erect. His hand stroked it erotically as he gazed at her.
"Why is your cock sticking up like that?" Della teased.
"I guess it's because you look so good in that flimsy nightie," he replied. "I can see your beautiful tits, Delia. And your cunt. You sure are a sexy looking woman. Especially between your legs."
"That's a terrible way to talk to a lady who's old enough to be your mother," Delia said, pretending to scold. "And you shouldn't be standing in front of me when you're naked either."
"Especially while your husband is out on the golf course," Marc said, stroking his cock and playing with his big hairy balls. "It might look like I'm planning to fuck you while he's away."
"Marc, I'm really shocked at you," Delia said, continuing to tease. "You're a brazen exhibitionist."
"Is my standing naked here in front of you getting you all hot and excited?" Marc asked. "Does it start you thinking about how nice it's going to be, the two of us lying on the bed together, fucking?"
"I was thinking about that from the moment George's car pulled out of the driveway," Delia told him. She patted a spot on the bed next to her. "Sit down here beside me and stop showing off."
Marc seated himself beside her and for a while they chatted pleasantly, both pretending they weren't thinking about having sex with each other. Then their arms went about each other and they did some hot and heavy kissing.
Delia's hand reached for his cock and her fingers entwined about the sturdy upright shaft. While she played with it, Marc felt her thighs and then her cunt.
"Mmmmmm...I sure love your pussy," he murmured.
"I figured that," Delia said. "It's never been neglected since that first time you put your hand on it, when your mother sent you over with the roasting pan she'd borrowed. We sat together on the couch and I let you know I was feeling a little horny."
"After we did some hot and heavy smooching, you offered me your pussy. That was the first time I fucked a married woman. You taught me a lot I never would have learned from younger girls. I want you to know I appreciate it."
Delia laughed. "I know I'm the first married woman you made out with. But don't sell those young girls short. You can't credit me with teaching you everything. I know some of those girls you've been fooling around with, and they're pretty smart young ladies. Especially that Cathy Turner you had a hot thing going with."
"You know about her?" Marc said, looking surprised. "You don't seem upset about it."
"I'm not foolish enough to believe a handsome 19-year-old stud like you can be all mine," Delia told him. "A normal healthy young man can never be content with just one pussy. He has to try out a whole lot of them. Just don't neglect me for the girls you're fucking. As long as I'm getting my fair share, you won't hear me complain."
Marc leaned forward, cupping one of her boobs, and he kissed it lovingly. Then he ran his tongue all over it before he started sucking on the stiffened nipple.
Delia moaned in response to the feel of her young lover's tongue on her boob. His oral caress made her nipple stiffen even more. She held onto his cock, her fingers entwining about it, and she played with it teasingly.
"I love to hang onto your cock. It's enormous. God, if the women in my sorority knew how well you're hung, they'd keep you so busy you'd never have any time for me."
His hand moved around between her legs, teasing and titillating her pussy. While he filled his mouth with her tit, his finger explored the moist warmth of her fuck hole.
"Mmmmmm...that feels nice, honey," Delia cooed. "You know how to get a woman all hot and ready."
For several minutes they teased, kissed, stroked and caressed one another, while their lust and passion grew more intense. Until it was full-blown, rampant, obliterating all other considerations.
Delia couldn't hold out any longer. She felt an urgent need to suck on what she was holding in her hand. Dropping to her knees in front of Marc, she took the head of his prick in her mouth.
After she gave it a few licks and kisses, she slid her mouth off it and said, "I just love the weekends. My husband spends all his time on the golf course and I have such a wonderful time with you, enjoying your lovely big prick."
"I wish George would go out more often in the evenings," Marc said. "Then I could run over here and feed it to you."
"Why don't you come over anyway?" Delia teased. "That would be a real thrill, sucking your cock while George is watching a golf tournament on TV."
"Or reaching for the revolver he keeps handy to stop anyone from getting his wife's pussy," Marc told her.
"Yes, that's just about what he'd do," Delia agreed. "It's really a shame. If he didn't have such a bad attitude, we could work something out. I could invite Sally over from next door and she could keep George busy between her legs, so you could spend the evening fucking me."
"I think I prefer fucking you when George isn't around and doesn't suspect I'm doing it with you at all, if you don't mind," Marc told her.
Delia laughed. "But wouldn't it be fun to have someone watching us while we fuck?"
"Only if they're friendly," Marc replied. "If you want that kind of scene though, invite several of your women friends over here some Saturday, and they can watch us fuck."
"I see. You don't mind women watching you screw, but you don't want a man around."
"That's right, I don't," Marc admitted. "A pal of mine had a bad experience with that. There was this woman he was hot for, and the only way he could fuck her was if her husband was there, watching them. That was his thing. Hers too, I guess. She got a real charge out of the fact her husband was watching her being fucked. But that was the way her husband got his jollies, watching his wife getting it."
"I don't see how that was such a bad experience."
"It wasn't at first," Marc said. "After my pal fucked her pussy, her husband didn't even object when he put his prick in her mouth. But when he finished with her, the husband wanted him to put his prick in his mouth too, and my pal wouldn't do it. He wasn't into that kind of thing."
"Was that the end of it?" Delia asked.
"Not hardly," Marc replied. "She and my pal still get together, only they're careful her husband doesn't find out about it. My pal screws her when he isn't home. He-likes that better, not having the husband sitting there beating his meat while he's screwing his wife."
While Marc was talking, Delia began to suck voraciously on his cock again. While she devoured his meat, she explored the length of his prick with her fingers, tickling and tormenting his balls. The tantalizing teasing of her fingers, along with her sucking mouth, set Marc on fire.
"Oh, Delia," Marc groaned. "Can you ever suck cock! You're sensational. You make me feel great."
Delia pulled her mouth off his prick again and said, "I'm not impressed. I'm sure you say the same thing to every woman who sucks you off. But I'm happy you like it."
She cupped the fullness of his balls while she sucked. She lovingly massaged the shaft of his prick and was thrilled by the power she felt surging within it.
"Oh wow, Delia! You're so good I can hardly stand it!"
"Mmmmmm...I just love this big magnificent prick," she purred, rubbing her mouth up and down the upright shaft.
Marc's body jerked each time her tongue lashed out across the sensitive head. It's touch made fiery caresses along the length of his cock from the head to his balls.
She was worked up too, her body writhing and squirming with her mounting lust and sexual desire.
"Suck it, Delia. Ohhh...that feels good!"
She sucked at it wetly, noisily. Hungry to have more of it in her mouth, she tried to cram as much in there as she could. Marc groaned, staring down at her hair swirling about her head. He gazed at her mouth, stuffed with his boner. He knew there was now way she could take it all, but she was doing her best. She was marvelous, Marc thought. Every bit as good as the others who had sucked him off.
He started moving his hips, rotating them in a way that made his cock ream out her mouth. His hands clutched at her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her face against his crotch.
Slowly and sensuously Delia bobbed on his prick. She slid her mouth back and forth on the heated, throbbing shaft of his cock, edging away until the prickhead was all that was in her sucking mouth. Then she surged forward again.
Marc was wriggling his ass on the side of the bed, matching her cocksucking movements. They were both getting hotter by the minute. Delia reached down between her legs and began fingering her cunt, knowing her young lover was close to shooting off. She wanted to climax along with him.
Arousal flamed in her body. She could feel her cunt throbbing, creaming, and her juices were oozing out. Then Marc's bucking, jerking cock let loose and his hot gushing load flooded her mouth. She swallowed frantically while the intensity of her climax was all but wiping her out.
Delia got to her feet and as soon as she sat on the side of the bed next to him, Marc started kissing, licking and sucking on those luscious boobs of hers. While he was doing that, he fingered her cunt and she soon got awfully wet down there. Not only that, Delia climaxed twice.
It was his turn then to get onto his knees between her legs and he buried his head between her soft fleshy thighs.
"Mmmmm...." Delia purred. "This is one of the fringe benefits of living in this neighborhood-knowing a young man who loves eating pussy."
Marc pressed his mouth right onto her snatch. He gave it a loving kiss and Delia let out a delightful squeal. She soon had her legs draped over his shoulders, her warm smooth thighs holding his head in a vise-like grip. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, keeping him there, while her young lover ate her pussy like he couldn't get enough of it. That sent thrills all through her, because he was getting plenty. She never passed up a chance to shove her twat at him, for him to kiss, lick, suck and thrust his prick into. She moaned and cried out each time he licked her and sucked her into a hot ass-wriggling climax. Each time she got off, she wet his face with her cuntal honey. Marc lapped it all up and each time he did that, it just about freaked her out.
The thing that really thrilled her about her young lover was that he always gave her more than she anticipated. But she knew that each time he came to her house, it wasn't just to get a quick fuck. While he licked and sucked on her pussy, she did everything she knew how to show him how much she appreciated having a skillful lover eating her cunt.
He spent considerable time between her legs, kissing, licking, sucking and slurping up her flowing juices while she was swept through one gut-wrenching orgasm after another. By the time he laid her out on the bed, climbed on top of her and brought the head of his prick to the open lips of her hot juicy cunt, Delia hardly knew what way was up.
But she knew enough to know her young lover's prick was pushing it's way into her cunt and she helped all she could. He went into her slowly, an inch at a time, pushing in and pulling back, then going in again. Delia wriggled her ass in harmony with his thrusting movements while her arms about him held him so tight against her, his chest was flattening her full mounds of soft tittie flesh.
When Marc shot off his load into her snatch, Delia was climaxing too. They put on quite a show. If anyone could have seen them, they would have agreed it was a wild performance.
Their mutual climax didn't even slow them down. It sure didn't slow Delia any. She wanted more. And more was what she got. Marc liked it when he had a good thing like this going for him. He liked the way Delia showed him in every erotic way she could think of how much she enjoyed being fucked by him.
An hour later, they finally lay in a heap of tangled arms and legs, panting and gasping for breath. They rested, then Marc's cock became a long, solid boner again. Delia could tell by the way he looked at her what he wanted next. And she never hesitated when it came to giving this young stud exactly what he wanted. Marc played with his sturdy shaft while she whisked off her nightgown, then got onto her knees by the side of the bed, her head and shoulders resting on the mattress.
Marc got onto his knees behind her and crawled up close, until the head of his prick was probing Delia's pussy from behind. Then he pushed it in and she let out a little cry.
"Relax, Delia," he said excitedly. "I've had it in you doggie-style so many times we've lost count, and I haven't hurt you yet."
"Who's worried?" Delia replied. "I always cry out when you put your prick in that way. You know that."
"Well don't cry out too loud," Marc cautioned. "Your next door neighbor, Sally, is out there puttering in her flower garden, practically under this bedroom window."
"Oh don't worry about her," Delia said. "We're good friends. She won't tell on me."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, she knows what's going on in here."
"Good grief! She does?"
"Well, she isn't stupid, darling," Delia told him. "She sees you come over here every Saturday and Sunday as soon as George leaves for the golf course. And you stay in here all day with me, then leave shortly before my husband comes home. She knows I'm getting laid, because that's what she'd be doing if she had a young man in the house with her when her husband wasn't home."
"Well I'll be damned," Marc muttered.
"And when she hears me squealing and shrieking up here in my bedroom, she knows your prick is pumping me and we're having a wonderful time together."
Delia moaned as Marc's prick went deeper into her tight love nest. "But does she know for sure?" Marc panted.
"Well, we were chatting over the fence about a week ago," Delia told him. "And Sally remarked that my young lover must have an enormous cock, because I walk kind of funny after you've been here all day."
"That's neighbors for you," Marc said. "Even in the privacy of your home, they know when you're fucking."
CHAPTER TWO
Mrs. Nathan Hampton-Joyce-was a good friend of Carla Stevens, Marc's mother. They remained good friends because Carla suspected that Joyce was as familiar with Marc's cock as she would have been if they had been married. Had she known her well-behaved son was fucking a woman who was the same age as her, and he friends at that, she might have raised hell. Of course, Carla had no idea her son had been screwing another friend of hers, Delia Latham, all summer.
That was actually how it got started between Joyce and Carla's son Marc. To get to Delia's home, Marc had to walk past Joyce's place, and Joyce noticed he was walking by quite often. His trips to Delia's front door were as regular as the mail carrier's.
Joyce was no dummy. She soon figured out that the only thing that would attract a horny young stud like Marc to Delia's doorstep so often was Delia's pussy. That hot-cunted woman was letting the guy fuck her.
Well she was a hot cunted woman, too, and she was entitled to some of that action as much as Delia was. And screwing her would be more convenient for Marc, because her house was closer.
One day when she saw Marc about to pass her place on his way to Delia's, she opened the front door and called to him. He came in, she closed the door behind him and he didn't get to see Delia that day. But he spent the day with his prick in a hot pussy just the same. He soon learned that everything he did with Delia, he could do with Joyce. She didn't even say no when one day he asked her to get down on all fours and announced that he was going to mount her from behind like a dog.
On the days when Marc was throwing a fuck into Delia instead of her, Joyce went over to the Stevens' home and spent a few hours chatting with Carla over coffee. It tickled her sense of the ludicrous that she could have coffee with Carla one day, and be screwed by Carla's son the next. It made her wonder how well Carla really knew her son. Here he was humping at least two married women in the neighborhood and she didn't know a thing about it.
One day while they were having coffee, Carla invited Joyce to watch a movie with her on the VCR. Joyce wasn't very enthused until Carla said, "I'm talking about an XXX-rated movie, a porno picture. My husband has a closet full of them. We watch them together at bedtime. It helps him to get his cock up."
Joyce was immediately interested and enthused. "Does Marc know about them?" she asked cautiously.
Carla laughed. "Albert keeps them well-hidden in the closet and thinks Marc doesn't know about them. He doesn't want to corrupt his son's morals. But he knows. He sneaks one or two out and watched them in his room at night. I can't say why. I'm sure he doesn't need them to get his meat up."
"Marc has a problem that way?" Joyce asked with an oh so innocent smile on her face.
"Have you ever known a time when the front of his pants wasn't sticking out like a tent?" Carla replied. "He even gets a hard-on when he's mowing the lawn. All the girls his age in the neighborhood probably think he was born with an upright cock, since they've never seen it when it was limp."
Joyce sat beside Carla on the couch and as they watched the movie, both women grew hotter and hotter. The film had all the scenes, which Joyce soon learned were standard, men shooting their sperm onto women. Not in them, but on them. Joyce was shocked and revolted at first, then fascinated and, finally, the sight of a naked woman being sprayed by a man's spurting cock, turned her on like crazy. She pictured herself lying naked with Marc crouching over her, jerking his long hard boner and sending his hot gushing load all over her, from her cunt all the way up to her face. like the guy in the movie was doing.
It was a thrilling thing to watch. She had never seen a guy shoot his load before. Her husband and Marc, and her previous lovers, had all shot off inside her cunt.
Joyce was as hot right then as she always got when she was in her bedroom with Marc. And now here she was with his mother, feeling aroused. She was tempted to suggest to Carla that they go upstairs to her bedroom, take off their clothes and get onto the bed together. Joyce could swing both ways and she was sure Carla could too.
Joyce loved sex, whether it was with Marc or a willing female. Indeed, up to now her list of previous lovers included almost as many females as males. Her most recent female lover was Delia Latham, and they ate each other frequently, up to the time Delia let young Marc Stevens crawl up between her legs and service her twat with his awesome cock.
Right now she wanted Carla, but she didn't have the courage to make a play for her. There was a good possibility Marc's mother would get angry if she were to propose they spend the day eating one another's pussy.
Maybe she would make a try for Carla some other time. At the moment, part of her lustful attention was on the exciting thought of Marc shooting off his hot load all over her.
A few days later, when she and Marc were in her bedroom, both of them naked, she told him flat out what she wanted.
"Straddle me and let me watch you jerk off," she told him. "Shoot off all over me!"
Marc smiled. She sounded just like Delia Latham when she had let him know she wanted him to bathe her body in his cum. He was as eager to try it as she was, but he had to tease her a little first. Hold out for a while and then she'd really want it. With Joyce or with any other female.
"Wouldn't you rather I shoot off in your pussy?" he asked. "I love your tight, hot twat. You have good muscle control and you can really grab hold of my pecker. Your pussy holds it in a vise-like grip and that is really hot."
"I'll suck your cock if you'll promise to let me know when you're ready to shoot off," she offered. "I can usually tell, but I don't want to leave it up to chance. I want to be sure you cum all over me. I've never seen a guy's prick spurt and I want to."
She grabbed hold of Marc's cock and squeezed it, thrilled that it was as hard as a bar of steel. Pushing him down on the bed on his back, she got over him on her haunches. Her mouth swooped to its target.
That part was easy. She loved to suck Marc's cock. Her head went up and down willingly. She took his prick into her mouth, as far back as she could get it. The veins were ridgy and she could feel them alongside the tender inner flesh of her cheeks. She eeled her tongue around his shaft and reveled in the feel of all that hot meat stuffing her mouth.
As her lips tightened on the prong, she felt Marc responding. His cock slid back and forth while she sucked on it. At the same time, she teased his balls, tickling them and lifting them in her hand.
Marc was groaning continuously as his fuck tool was being squeezed and enveloped in her mouth. She felt him stiffen. She didn't have to be told he was about to shoot off.
Quickly, she got off him and stretched out on the bed alongside him. "Climb over me. Straddle me. Quick!"
As soon as he did, a big glob of creamy cum burst out of the peehole of his rigid, trembling cock. She watched in fascination as it landed in the cup she had made with her hands. Another spurt spewed from his thick shaft and she scooped it up. Then came several spurts and, because his cock was bucking so much, some of it landed on her cunt. Most of it she managed to catch in her hands, though. And when he had finally unloaded what seemed like a cupful, she got down to the business of lapping it up. It was a taste she never tired of.
She lay there, rolling her ass around like mad. Her cunt needed relief, any kind of relief. Marc's mouth or Marc's cock, she didn't care which. She was hotter than she ever remembered being. She kept staring at her young lover's cock like she still expected it to fire out more cum. It was still as hard as a bone.
She didn't have to worry any longer about relief. Marc brought the head of his cock to her pussy-hole and eased it in. Then he gave her a fucking that she was sure was his best yet. He sent her through one orgasm after another, as his body lay on hers, sliding around on a film of fuck juice.
"That was the most thrilling and exciting thing I've ever experienced," she told him later.
Marc laughed. "Obscene, dirty, depraved and filthy is what your husband would call it."
Joyce laughed with him. "He isn't going to call it anything, because he isn't ever going to know about it."
Ilsa Browning sat in the window seat of the plane that carried her, she hoped, into adventure and romance. Though she was 39 and. had a husband back home who worked his ass off to keep their two daughters in college, Ilsa reveled in her fantasy of meeting a handsome stud who would drag down her panties and fuck her. She giggled quietly over her fantasy, because it was so wicked for a respectable wife and mother like her to have such thoughts.
Not that her secret fantasy had never happened. Actually, it had become a reality several times throughout her marriage, but each time her lover never came close to what she had in mind. She had yet to spread her legs for a gorgeous young stud whose cock was as long, thick and sturdy as the one in her lewd imagination.
The first time Ilsa cheated was shortly after she was married. Her husband's boss let her know he had the hots for her, and she didn't do or say anything to curb his lustful desire. While her husband was at the office, his boss would come to her place nearly every day and spend a couple of hours fucking her.
The one who benefited the most from that was Ilsa's husband. To show his appreciation for Ilsa being so nice to him, her lover gave her husband frequent pay raises and several promotions. But for Ilsa, it wasn't all that great. When it came to fucking, her lover wasn't any better at it than her husband was.
After she'd been married five years, Ilsa found her second lover. She'd go into the local hardware store at a time of day when the place was empty. The owner would take her into the back room and Ilsa would suck his cock. When he recovered, he'd kiss, lick and suck her pussy while she had two or three intense orgasms. Then he'd climb over her and fuck her in a way that was highly satisfying to her. So much so that she was in that back room three afternoons a week for the next three years.
But the hardware store owner still wasn't what she had in mind, so she kept looking.
Through the years, Ilsa was fucked by three of her horny neighbors and by several of her husband's good buddies. She didn't find anything outstanding in the way of cock, but she enjoyed the variety. She carried on with them until, finally, she was fucked by a 19-year-old hunk who lived just down the street. Jamie was the son of a neighborhood friend.
The young man was thrilled out of his mind to be fucking such a lovely older woman, one who made it so good for him he could hardly stand it. But for Ilsa, it wasn't so wonderful. Because of the size of his prick, it was hardly worth her while to take down her panties for him. His small prick did afford one advantage, though.
He could put it up her quickly without causing her any discomfort.
So here she was, after having talked her husband into getting along without her for two weeks, on a plane that would take her to Wayford Corners, a small picturesque college town. She was going to spend that time visiting her two daughters who were students at Wayford College. And maybe, just maybe, she'd get lucky and find the young man who fitted her exciting and outrageous fantasy. He'd be a fellow with a prick on him that, when it was in her pussy all the way, would let her know she was being fucked.
Seated beside her was a good-looking young man who looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Ilsa cast furtive glances at him and wondered if it was possible that she might not have to look too far for her ideal secret lover.
Possibly she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Ilsa had a body on her that turned pricks into solid erections wherever she went. Proof of that was the way this young man's pants were poking way out in front. He tried to conceal it from her, but he couldn't. This young man had a bulge in the front of his pants she couldn't possibly miss. She told herself that here, beyond the shadow of a doubt, was a horny young stud who wanted to fuck her.
That horny young stud happened to be Marc Stevens, and he struck up a conversation with her.
"Is your husband meeting you at the airport?" Marc asked.
Ilsa said, "No. I'm on my way to college."
"You are? Teacher?"
She smiled and shook her head. "I'm going to visit my two daughters."
"You don't look old enough to have two daughters in college," he said gallantly.
Ilsa laughed at his attempt to be gracious. "Well, I am. I'm at the ripe old age of 39, the first time. I'll admit, though, that I'll probably stay 39 from here on out."
Marc laughed with her. "Why not? Everyone else does. I'm Marc Stevens. Your daughters are at Wayford, I presume?"
'That's the place," Ilsa said, and she told him her name. "I just took a notion I wanted to see my girls. They are 18 and 20, in their first and second year."
"How do they feel about Mom coming to visit them?"
"They're probably worried that having Mom around will cramp their style," Ilsa admitted. "But they'll get over it. I realize they are on their own. They don't have to worry about me being Mom, like I was at home. I won't get upset if I find they have a boy in their room to do naughty things with him."
'That's the spirit," Marc said, grinning at her.
She looked at Marc with an impish smile and added, "On the other hand, they might be shocked to find me behaving like a college student, too, during the two weeks I'll be there."
"Why not? It will do you good," Marc told her.
"Are you a student at Wayford?"
Marc shook his head. "I graduated last summer. But I live at Wayford Corners, where the college is."
"What do you do, if you don't go to college?" the good-looking lady beside him asked.
"My grandfather, my mother's father, put me in charge of his company," Marc replied. "Much to my surprise, as well as my family's I was a success. I'm doing quite well."
"This must be a business trip," Ilsa said.
"Just getting back from one," Marc said. "I have a signed contract that's worth half a million. That will make dear old Granddad sit up and take notice."
They chatted pleasantly for the remainder of the trip, then the stewardess came by and said, "We'll be landing in a few minutes."
After leaving the plane, Marc said, "My car is parked in the parking lot. Save your cab fare and let's finish our pleasant conversation that was interrupted by our landing."
"Oh thank you," Ilsa said. "That's sweet of you."
As they approached Wayford Corners and the college campus, Marc asked, "Where are you staying?"
"Why, at the dorm with one of my daughters."
"Not tonight, you aren't. It's late. You'll have to get permission at the office, which is closed."
Ilsa sighed. "Then you'd better drop me off at a hotel."
"I have a better idea. Be my guest and spend the night at my place. Or rather, my parent's place. My folks have a big home and I live with them."
That's very kind of you," Ilsa said, "but what will your parents say, you bringing a woman home at this late hour?"
Marc grinned at her and said, "They won't say anything. They, like you, are away for a couple of weeks. You'll be alone in the house with me. Does that bother you?"
"Yes, it does," Ilsa told him. "Really, I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"Because what you're actually doing is picking me up and taking me to your place to spend the night with you. Isn't that right?"
"I suppose it is, if you want to look at it that way," Marc said. "But you need a place to stay tonight, and if you come home with me, I promise you won't get laid unless you want to."
Ilsa said. "Really? How considerate."
"I'm only trying to be helpful," Marc told her. "I don't want to sound like I'm bragging, but pussy is no problem for me. I'm getting plenty. I don't need to resort to trickery."
"Well, I-"
"My parents' home is close to the campus and it's very convenient for the girls," Marc went on. "They have a curfew on campus, and if a girl gets back late, she has trouble getting in. So to avoid a hassle, she comes over to our place and spends the night with us. Quite often my parents aren't home and I'm there by myself."
"That must prove interesting," Ilsa said.
"I'll be honest with you," Marc replied. "If I'm there alone when a girl comes to spend the night, she doesn't sleep in the guest bedroom. She gets into bed with me."
"If that is true, you really have a good thing going for yourself, haven't you?" Ilsa said.
"You think maybe I'm putting you on?" Marc asked good naturedly. "Well, you'll find out different after you've been here a while and have gotten acquainted with the girls at Wayford."
"Is that so?" Ilsa said. "What will I find out."
"Well, I won't say it's a fact that all the girls at Wayford get laid quite frequently. But from my experience, I'm convinced Wayford girls would rather fuck than eat. And they do it very well."
Ilsa was delighted with his frank and easy manner. "I'm sorry if I sounded like I was doubting you. After all, you should know. You've been bedding them down."
"However, in your case, if you prefer to use the guest room, that will be okay with me," Marc assured her. "I'll be disappointed, because you are one fine-looking woman. But you will be my guest and you will choose where you will sleep. The guest room door had a sturdy lock on it, in case you get worried that my noble resolve will weaken during the night."
Ilsa laughed. 'That's the best line I've heard, and the most disarming one. Now I simply have to spend the night at your parents' home. My curiosity is aroused and I have to find out if you're on the level or not."
"You impress me as a woman who can handle any advances a man makes toward you," Marc told her.
He didn't tell her he also thought she had a hot, sexy nature and he was sure she could fuck a man until he didn't know if he was coming or going. His experience with older women enabled him to tell when a lady had a hot cunt. There was no doubt in his mind that Ilsa Browning was a woman who's pussy would need looking after real soon.
"You think so?" Ilsa said.
"I don't think you're really worried."
"I'm not. In spite of your frank confession, I can tell you're a gentleman who wouldn't take unfair advantage of a woman. A lady could spend the night with you and be perfectly safe."
"Promise me that tomorrow at the breakfast table, you won't be upset if you didn't get laid during the night?"
"I promise," Ilsa assured him with a chuckle.
Marc pulled into the driveway of his parents' sprawling ranch-style home and took Ilsa inside. Carrying her suitcases, he led her into the guest bedroom.
"This is lovely," she said. "I hate to put you to all this trouble."
"Pleasure is all mine," Marc replied. 'This is much better than coming home to an empty house. After your shower, will you join me in the living room for a nightcap?"
"That sounds delightful," Ilsa told him.
The guest room was next to Marc's bedroom. Each bedroom had it's own bathroom and Ilsa could hear Marc taking his shower. After she'd showered and dried herself off, she put on her negligee with nothing under it.
It occurred to her that the thin satiny negligee was a little daring. Marc would be able to see right through it if she stood in front of a light. It was designed for stirring a man's erotic impulses, rather than for innocent socializing.
But right now she wasn't in the mood to play the part of the innocent, highly moral and respectably wife and mother, she told herself. What she was in a mood for right now was to show this handsome young stud the true state of her erotic nature. She wanted to find out if that bulge in the front of his slacks was hiding a prick that was as big and strong as she hoped it was. God, she and this gorgeous young man were all alone in this lovely home, with no one to disturb them. What more could any hot-cunted woman ask?
When she joined Marc in the living room, she felt a thrill shoot through her when she saw that all he had on was his pajama bottoms. They sat together on the couch and he handed her one of the drinks he had mixed.
"I hope we see a lot of each other during the two weeks you're going to be here," he told her amiably.
"I know we will," Ilsa said. "I might as well admit it. I like you. I can be more honest than that. I'm feeling hot for you, and I haven't even touched this drink yet. I started getting the hots for you while we were on that plane."
"Same here," Marc admitted. "I couldn't help but feel hot for you. Even more now, when you're in that negligee. It's very revealing."
"You think this is revealing?" Ilsa said. "What about those pajama bottoms? They don't hide a thing."
"Is-is something showing?"
"I can't actually see your cock, if that's what you mean. But the way it's pushing out the front of your pajama bottoms, I know you're hung. And you have a full solid erection. Am I the cause of that?"
"Yes, you are the reason I have a hard on," Marc freely admitted. "It stiffened into a boner as soon as I sat down beside you on that plane. You're very observant."
Ilsa took a swig of her drink, then said, "When it comes to a cock, I am. What woman isn't? Other women let on they don't see it, or pretend they aren't interested, but not me. I am interested. How about letting me see it?"
"Well, I--"
"I don't mean for you to haul it out through that gap in the front, either," she said. "Take those pajama bottoms off and let me get a good look at you. I want to see you naked."
Marc looked at her like he hadn't expected anything as good as this. At least not right away.
Quickly Marc got to his feet, dropped his pajama bottoms, stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
Then he stood before her, legs apart, grinning at her. His cock was hard as a bone and aimed right at her. His hand moved onto it and he stroked it up and down, right there in front of her.
Ilsa was so delighted she could hardly sit still. God, what an awesome sight, she told herself. This was the prick she had been dreaming about for ever so long. The one that was always in her steamy fantasies. Now it was here, right in front of her face.
"You don't need to play with it," Ilsa told him. "Let me do that for you. It's the least I can do to express my warm appreciation for your bringing me here to spend the night."
She brushed his hand aside and took hold of if herself, her fingers entwining about the sturdy quivering shaft.
"As long as you're so close to it, Ilsa, how about giving it a kiss?" Marc suggested, his voice husky with lust.
"What you really mean is you want me to suck your cock," she said, gazing at him with a sly smile. "Well, I'm going to do that and a lot more."
She leaned over and gave the bulbous-shaped head a loving kiss. She kissed and licked it all over, from the head to his balls. Then she licked them all over.
"Oh wow! I wasn't expecting anything like this when I invited you here tonight," Marc told her.
"Probably not," Ilsa replied. "You most-likely figured you'd jump into bed with me and give me a fast hump. Well it isn't going to be that way, honey. You can forget about us getting any sleep. We're going to spend all night being good to each other. We're going to do things one at a time, until we've done it all. And when I say all, I mean everything."
"That takes in an awful lot."
"Well, we've got all night."
"That's the spirit, Ilsa," Marc said as she slipped the head of his cock back into her mouth.
Ilsa was by no means a sexually calm woman, although she was usually careful to appear like she was. She hadn't been fully soothed and satisfied sexually for a long time, because her husband often neglected his bedroom chores.
The closest she came to being well looked after was when old Isaac, one of her neighbors, came over to see her. Isaac was close to 70, but he had sexual stamina. Whenever her husband wasn't home, old Isaac sneaked over to her place and fucked her gloriously. Old Isaac was enough to satisfy the horniest of women and, indeed, Ilsa didn't have him all to herself. That rugged old stud was looking after quite a few women in her neighborhood besides her.
But now Ilsa was enjoying what she had always wanted, a virile stud who was years younger than her, instead of being 30 years older. Given her choice, Ilsa liked her studs young.
When Ilsa decided to go after Marc's prick in earnest, she slid off the couch onto her knees in front of his stiff upright shaft and she moved her head closer to meet it. Her mouth slid over the head of it and inch after inch of shaft disappeared between her lips, until she had to pull back finally to breathe. Marc clutched at her head, his fingers tangling in her hair and he was delighted.
Reaching behind him, Ilsa grabbed hold of him by his lean tight ass. Digging her fingers into the firm flesh, she jerked him in and out of her mouth, her tongue darting up and down the shaft of his cock. She could feel her young lover's body tense as Marc fucked her mouth. She pulled open her negligee and shrugged it off. Her hand went to her pussy, her fingers massaging her secret treasure.
"Oooooh, Ilsa, I'm gonna shoot right in your mouth!"
That didn't bother her at all. She not only expected it, but was going after it. To have this handsome young stud shooting a hot load of cum down her throat was her idea of a fun way to spend an evening. Especially when she was sucking on a prick as delightful as this one.
Marc's cock was like a bar of steel in her mouth. His load of jism when it let loose, was a gusher and it jetted to the back of her throat. The excitement of his orgasm pushed her over the edge. Ilsa arched her back as she clamped her thighs around her slippery juice-slickened fingers, while she swallowed Marc's load of cum.
After her grateful young lover pulled his cock from her mouth, Ilsa slowly rose and settle her ass on the couch once more, while Marc stood there, his knees shaking.
"Am I to assume you liked that?" she asked.
"Oh wow! Did I ever! You sure know how to suck a cock, Ilsa," Marc exclaimed happily. "I can see you're a lady who enjoys having a stiff prick in your mouth and I want you to know mine is available whenever you want it."
"That's very sweet of you, dear," Ilsa said. "I feel we're going to be very close during the time I'll be here."
Marc grinned at her. "When a guy has his cock in a woman's mouth, he can't get much closer than that. Now I'm going to show you just how close a friend I'm going to be. I need a lot of tittie and I love eating pussy. I'm going to suck on your boobs and eat your snatch until you freak out."
"Now I know I'll enjoy my visit here," Ilsa purred.
CHAPTER THREE
"I never dreamed when I got on that plane I'd end up having such a wonderful time this evening," Ilsa said to Marc. "Believe me, now that I've met you, I'm going to make the most of it. During the next two weeks I may not see much of my two daughters, but I'm going to see a lot of you."
"Shall we go upstairs to the bedroom?" Marc invited.
"What are you going to do to me in there?" she asked.
"I'm going to eat your pussy, after I've feasted on those superb knockers of yours," he told her.
"Do that to me here on the couch," Ilsa replied. "When a woman has been married as long as I have, to a man who thinks it's perverted to fuck anywhere but in bed, making out on the couch can be very romantic."
Taking Marc's hand in hers, Ilsa brought it to her naked boobs and placed it on one of her satiny smooth mounds. Lust showed in his eyes as he felt her full, round, warm globe fill his hand. His fingers gently squeezed the resilient flesh.
Ilsa's eyes shone with invitation as she gazed at him. She could feel her thick nipple stiffening as he tormented it with his fingers.
"You like them, don't you?" she murmured. "You enjoy feeling my titties."
"Sure I do. They're luscious," he croaked.
She could feel herself trembling. Thrills ran through her with the touch of Marc's hand on her tit. To have him fondling her naked boobs was her idea of heaven.
"Would you like to kiss them?" she invited.
Pulling his head down to her heaving boobs, she nearly swooned at the first touch of his tongue coiling around one of her nipples. Marc didn't need any encouragement. She had given him the go ahead. She had let him know she was aware of his desire for her tits and she was willing. His hands caressed her velvety soft mounds of tittie flesh as he kissed and licked them all over. Then he began sucking on her nipples with lust and passion.
Ilsa whimpered deep in her throat. She ran her fingers through her young lover's hair, caressing his scalp, pushing her tits into his face. She ran her hand down over his bare chest to his crotch, and fondled the thick cock she found there, as if she was reassuring herself that he did indeed have a whang on him that would make any older woman's heart beat faster. What she found there was as solid as bone and sent a thrill all through her.
Marc's aroused passion and her hot desire for him were a strong combination. Ilsa could feel a strong impulse to sprawl out on the couch and let him fuck her right then and there. Already the need to feel his long hard throbber inside her hot pussy was over-powering. Yet she reminded herself she must act with some measure of dignity.
When she pulled back from him, the way he was looking at her, made her feel that he wanted to eat her alive.
"Easy, darling," she whispered. "Give me a moment to get used to what we're doing. My God, I wasn't expecting anything like this tonight."
He pressed his mouth onto hers and she parted her lips. While his tongue duelled with hers, she felt his hands all over her naked body, on her tits, her thighs and her ass. While he sucked on her boobs, his hands were holding her by her ass. She felt herself being driven crazy with lust.
While he continued to suck on her tits and play with her ass, Ilsa caressed his cock and played with his big hairy balls. His cock swung upward, as strong as before she had sucked him off. What a fine thick, long, hard rod her young lover had on him, she mused. A big twitching cock that was more than enough to thrill and satisfy a loving and affectionate woman like her.
"Oh darling, it's gorgeous," she said with a pleased smile, stroking Marc's cock lovingly. "I'm so happy that you have a big one. Mmmmm...you'll make me so happy with this wonderful big salami."
She heard him gasp sharply as she ran her fingers all over it. His thigh muscles twitched. His hips quivered.
"Oh God, Ilsa!" he gasped, trying to keep his voice under control.
Ilsa had to act fast. She dived for his cock with her mouth open and swallowed up the head just in time. Suddenly, Marc was shooting off, filling her mouth with another hot load. She sucked greedily as it gushed out more and more.
"Ummmm, darling, that was so nice," she murmured lewdly when it was over. She went back to sucking on it until she was certain it was going to remain like a bar of steel.
"Oh God, Ilsa," Marc panted, still overwhelmed by the idea that this beautiful older woman had sucked him off twice. "I never dreamed you'd do that a second time."
"Didn't you?" she said, gazing at him. "What did you think I would do when I got a real good look at your handsome big hard cock? Does it shock you that I want to suck your prick every chance I get? You think an older woman like me can't get hot and horny for a good-looking young man like you? The same as you're getting all worked up over me?"
"That's the way I feel about you, Ilsa, all worked up."
"And that's the way I'm going to keep you, darling. All night long. What do you think about that?"
"Gosh, Ilsa, this is a side of you I wasn't expecting. It's like you've changed. You looked like a real cool number on that plane, like you'd holler blue murder if I were to suggest anything sexual. I was surprised when you agreed to come here and spend the night, but I thought I'd have to really coax you to get you to do anything. After all, we only just met."
She was still holding his balls with one hand and stroking his cock with the other as she smiled at him.
"I don't show everyone this side of my nature," she told him. "I let most people see only the side of me that's well behaved and who wouldn't dream of doing anything naughty with a young man on our first night together."
"I sure appreciate you letting me see this side of you, Ilsa," Marc told her.
"An older woman isn't supposed to show a young man like you the sexual side of her nature and how she looks when she's hot and horny," Ilsa said. "But then, if you were a well-behaved young man, you wouldn't have done everything you could to get me turned on. like getting me tipsy with that drink and then waving your gorgeous big prick around in front of my face. So we're even."
"Gosh, Ilsa, I like it when you're feeling hot and sexy. I like this sexual side of your nature."
"Well I'm glad of that," Ilsa said while Marc sucked on her tits. "Because this is the side of me you're going to see the most during the two weeks I'm here. You got me turned on to you and there's no going back now."
Their arms went about one another and they kissed like two hot and passionate lovers. After several long hot, ardent kisses, Marc got onto his knees between her legs. In this position, he buried his face in her deep cleavage and wallowed in her warm, soft tittie flesh. He kissed and licked her boobs all over, then sucked ravenously on the nipples. Ilsa soon learned he wasn't just passing through. He was settled in for the winter.
When he brought her up to the point where she just had to climax or go mad, she slid her ass out to the edge of the couch and rubbed her cunt against his firm-muscled belly.
"Wow! That's freaky," Marc exclaimed. "I've never had a woman rub her j uicy cunt all over my belly before."
"Has a woman ever rubbed her hot snatch all over your face before?" she asked.
"Oh sure. Every woman I've ever been alone with has done that," Marc told her.
"Well if you're through sucking on my tits, move your head down lower so I can do it," she said.
"That's a wild, exciting thrill for a woman, having a handsome young man's face pressed against her twat."
Marc laughed. "Yeah, two older women I know like to have my mouth on their cunts. What you're telling me is you want your pussy kissed, licked and sucked."
"That's what I mean," she admitted. "And I've found the young man I want to do it. Do you mind making love to a woman's pussy with your tongue?"
"Mind? I love it!" Marc assured her. "If there's anything I love more than having my face between a woman's soft, pillowy boobs, it's having my head between her legs. I must warn you, though. Once I get my mouth down there and start eating pussy, it's hard to get me to stop."
"Honey, you just get started and let me worry about getting you to stop," Ilsa purred.
Marc pressed his mouth onto her warm moist twat. Ilsa let out a joyful shriek, brought her legs up and draped them over his shoulders. She clutched his head with both hands, like she was fearful he might change his mind at the last minute.
"Go ahead, honey. Dive in there. It's all yours."
Marc, on his knees in front of her with his head between her thighs, gave her snatch a warm ardent kiss. Ilsa let out another excited shriek. She flung her legs up in the air, like she was kicking at the ceiling. Marc ran his tongue up and down the lips of her hot, juicy cunt and made her yell again and again. He tickled and teased her clit with his lips and teeth. Then her cunt started oozing out its juices and Ilsa went wild, wriggling her ass and panting for breath.
She then settled back like she fully expected her young lover to stay there on his knees eating her pussy for the next two weeks. For well over an hour, Marc had her squealing and shrieking her way through several ass wriggling orgasms. Ilsa had a hold of his head with both hands, her fingers tangled in his hair, and each time she got off, Marc felt the thrill with her. He had never known a woman who loved to have her pussy eaten as much as Ilsa did, but that was nothing compared to how much he loved devouring her twat.
"Oh honey, you really do enjoy eating pussy, don't you?" Ilsa cooed.
"I'm enjoying this one," Marc told her. "You won't have any doubts about that by the time I'm through with it. Am I ever happy you're going to be here for two weeks. For me, it's going to be a two-week feast of pussy."
Marc ate her cunt until Ilsa got off three more times. By then he had convinced Ilsa he would rather devour her hot pussy than dine in the finest gourmet restaurant. Even then he didn't let up on her. He ate her cunt for another hour and, by then, she had lost track of how many times she had gotten off. She had grown so accustomed to her young lover's mouth on her twat, she couldn't tell where one orgasm ended and the other began.
"I want to fuck you, Ilsa," he whispered in her ear when he finally came up for air. "I want to sink my prick into your sweet, hot cunthole."
She gave him a kiss and a lewd smile. "In that case, it might be a good idea if you stretched me out on the couch."
Ilsa expected him to do just that, but first he put his hands behind her knees and raised her legs high in the air. Then he planted a loving kiss right on her asshole.
"Marc! What are you doing?"
"Kissing a very beautiful lady."
"Down there?"
"What better way to show how much I appreciate you letting me do what I've been doing. You like it, don't you?"
"Of course I do," Ilsa giggled. "But it feels freaky. I mean, what woman wouldn't feel funny about a young man holding her legs up in the air and kissing her bumhole?"
"I know what you mean," Marc said. "I felt funny about it too, the first time I kissed a woman's asshole. But women like it when I kiss them there. I like doing what a woman enjoys, and I sure like kissing your asshole."
"Really?" You actually enjoy kissing my bumhole?"
"Sure. If a guy is really fond of a woman, there isn't any place on her body he doesn't enjoy kissing."
Ilsa said softly as she gazed down at him, "you're really something, honey. I hope I don't give you a big head by telling you how fantastic you are. But it isn't easy for a woman to find a young lover who truly enjoys eating her pussy and licking her asshole."
"Well look no further, Ilsa. You've found him," he told her, then gave her asshole several more swipes of his tongue. "Since you like it so much I'll do it some more, a lot more, because I really like doing it."
"You wouldn't! That would really freak me out."
"Well, you'll just have to get used to it," he told her. 'When I was sitting beside you on that plane, all I could think about was how much I wanted to have my nose in the crack of your ass, licking your bumhole. Now I'm doing it."
"Oh you are really naughty," Ilsa chided.
"Sure I am," Marc said. "If my mother knew I had a naked woman on her couch, holding her legs up in the air and licking her asshole, she'd go bananas."
"She might like having it done to her as much as I do," Ilsa said with a little giggle.
"She might at that," Marc agreed. "As far as I can tell from personal experience, this is something that all women like. I'm sure there isn't a woman anywhere who doesn't get a big charge out of feeling a guy's tongue licking up and down the crack of her ass."
He lowered her legs and let Ilsa get to her feet. She stood in front of the couch while Marc gave her pussy several loving kisses. The back of her calves brushed against the seat cushions. Then Marc turned her around so that her ass was against his face.
"Bend over, Ilsa."
She wasn't about to argue with him. The very thought of this handsome young man wanting to lick up and down the crack of her ass some more, and all over and around her bumhole, had her all hot and excited. She bent over, placing her hands on the seat cushions for support. Obligingly, she stood with her legs apart and then she felt Marc's tongue in the valley between her buns, lapping wetly along her crack from her cunt up to, over and all around the tender pucker of her asshole. It felt so good Ilsa let out a little squeal and shoved her ass back against his face.
"It's too bad you can't show what you have back here," Marc said. "You have a beautiful asshole. It's one of your really nice features."
"What an obscene way for me to be standing," Ilsa said. "If what you're doing didn't feel so good, I'd be horribly embarrassed."
"Now why would you feel embarrassed, when there's no one here to see what we're doing?" Marc asked.
"I thought you couldn't wait to screw me," she replied.
"I'm going to, don't worry about that."
"Good heavens, I can't believe I'm doing this," she said with a nervous giggle. "Here I am, letting a young man I've only just met, lick my asshole."
Marc laughed. "Well it's not like I'm a stranger. Not now after you've sucked my cock and I've eaten your pussy."
"Do the women in this neighborhood know you're a pussy eater and ass licker?" she asked.
"Ilsa, you're making me laugh and this is supposed to be a serious asshole-licking operation," he complained. : "It would be very serious if anyone could see me bending over like this and you with your face in the crack of me rear end," she reminded him.
She let out a soft moan as Marc kissed and licked her tender pucker while he fingered her juicy snatch. Before long, Ilsa could no longer control her body and she squirmed helplessly in response to Marc's licking tongue. Sensations of pleasure surged through her. She gasped for breath and moaned as his swirling tongue sent her up to new heights of erotic delight.
"Oh darling, what are you doing to me?" she whimpered. "You're making me feel so good, I'm not sure I can stand it. Oh! Oh, you bad boy, you're making me cum!"
She hardly had time to say it before she was into it, a highly intense orgasm. Eagerly Ilsa submitted to Marc's probing tongue while she wriggled her ass around in his face. She thought he was never going to let up on her and, at the same time, hoped he never would. He brought her off again and again. One he got started, he seemed to have her squealing in climax every few minutes. He kept that up until Ilsa felt weak in the knees and wasn't sure she could continue to stand. By then she wanted Marc's prick in her cunt so much, she could think of nothing else.
"Darling, this is a shameful thing for a respectable, highly moral wife and mother like me to say to a young man I just met, but I have to have your long, hard prick inside my twat, and no more fooling around about it. If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to go right up the wall."
Marc grinned with satisfaction. He knew the state he had her in. She wanted his cock desperately. She had to have it to soothe and satisfy the lust welling up in her. As soon as he got onto the couch with her, she moved her hand more urgently on his cock until he climbed up over her.
"Oh darling, yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, lying sprawled on her back, her legs apart, ready to receive her young man's long, hard woman-pleaser.
"What a hot, passionate woman you are, Ilsa," Marc said excitedly. "I'm going to make your cunt feel better than it's ever felt before. I'm going to fuck you hard."
"Stop talking like my husband," she said. "He's always making promises and then can't deliver. Just do it. Let this lovely big, hard cock speak for itself."
"Don't think it won't." His voice was trembling, his desire for her knowing no bounds.
"Put it in me, sweetheart," Ilsa breathed as she felt the head of Marc's tool push it's way in past the lips of her hot, moist pussy. "Oh I want you so much, you gorgeous stud."
The fire sweeping through her made it impossible for her to even consider that what she was doing now with this man young enough to be her son was very naughty, to say the least. It was certainly no way for a lady like her, who was the pillar of respectable society back home, to behave. She who had two daughters in college.
But then, as long as no one knew she was here in this house and about to be fucked by this wonderful young man, what did she have to worry about? She was free to be as wild and naughty as she wanted with this horny young stud.
She let out a cry of delight as Marc eased his long tool into her cunt. She wriggled her ass around and then his thick love shaft went tight up in there. It was a tight fit, but he didn't have any trouble getting it in. Ilsa helped all she could while he gave her inch after inch until she had it all. It was a glorious feeling, even if her pussy did feel like it was being stretched to the limit.
"Oh yes!" she squealed as he gave her a series of long deep thrusts. Slowly and sensuously he worked his prick back and forth inside her twat until she thought the pleasure she was experiencing would be too much for her to endure. The head of Marc's prick was way up there at the end of her pleasure passage, past where anyone else had ever been able to reach. His entire cock was in her, all the way to his balls that brushed against her asshole.
Humping on top of her with all his muscular strength, Marc brought her pleasure the-likes of which she had never experienced back home with her husband. Or with any other man. This young man really knew how to fuck, she had to admit to herself. He was a sensational cocksman, a fantastic pussy pleaser.
He kept bringing his prick back, until only the head of it was in her twat. Then he would push it all back in again, making her squeal with delight. Each time he plunged in, she raised her ass up from the couch and wriggled it all around. When her ass was back on the couch, her heels pounded his firm muscled buttocks.
Her cuntal walls parted like warm butter each time his prick invaded her tunnel of pleasure. She wanted to tell him he was the best that ever was, but all she could do while he was pounding into her was whimper, moan and gasp.
"You're fabulous, Ilsa," Marc panted. "You're hotter than a day in August, the most sensational fuck a guy could ever wish for."
Gratefully she felt him stop for a moment, which gave her a chance to catch her breath and gather her wits. Her head cleared and she still thought she was in paradise. Marc was right up in her, in her so deep, while he sucked on one of her tits and his hands held her by the cheeks of her ass.
Her thoughts were interrupted as, with a grunt and a gasp, Marc began to really fuck her. Again and again he thrust his hips forward, driving her through one orgasm after another.
After he'd brought her off four times and she'd felt his prick send a second hot, gushing load of cum into her, she cried out, "My God, honey, take it easy. I don't want you to burn yourself out before morning."
Yet, she didn't want to say anything to discourage him, or even slow him down. He was sending exciting ripples of hot sensuous pleasure through her and she really liked that. She wanted that to go on and on. She loved the feel of his big, long, thick cock slithering in and out of her tight cunt, poking and probing her soft pussy flesh in a steady, never ending rhythm.
She felt fire flowing all through her, growing hotter and hotter in her quivering belly. Marc's fabulous cock was burrowing in and out of her dilating cuntal passage like it was never going to stop, or even slow down. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her as the clasping walls of her cunt were excitingly stretched by Marc's eager cock.
Her moist inner walls relaxed, then pulled in to embrace his thrusting cock, and her belly quivered as he sent her into another ass churning orgasm.
"Yessss!" she shrieked. "Oh yessss...I feel your prick spurting again. Oh darling, screw me. Ahhhh!"
She dug her fingers into his back, feeling him pounding into her well fucked cunt. She knew what he was doing, trying to make it really good for her, and she loved him for it. She couldn't find the words to express how much she enjoyed it.
He drove her naked body into the couch with a fury and Ilsa brought her legs up and wrapped them about his back, locking her ankles to hold her position. With each forward thrust he made, she heaved her ass up to get more of his prick into her. Suddenly, the biggest climax of all hit her.
She tightened her grip on Marc's humping back. Her head was spinning as she felt another charge of hot cum gushing into her twat. She moaned, cried and panted as she met it with her own gut wrenching orgasm. Her body convulsed, her hips thrusting up at Marc's plunging cock just as her climax hit. On top of her, Marc held onto the cheeks of her writhing ass and fucked her even harder and faster. Six, seven, eight last savage thrusts and he was there. Ilsa felt another hot gushing load flooding her cunt.
"Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh! Uuuuugh! Oh Ilsa, you are really something!'
Then, with a shudder, he fell on top of her and they both collapsed, panting and gasping for breath as they lay there entangled in each other's arms and legs.
When she was finally able to speak, Ilsa whispered joyfully in Marc's ear, "Oh darling, what a wonderful time you and I are going to have for the next two weeks."
"You lie there and rest, Ilsa," Marc said as he climbed off her and got to his feet. "I'll be right back."
"Don't be long," she said.
"I won't. And when I get back here," he said, grinning at her, "I'm going to roll you over and have you doggie-style!"-
CHAPTER FOUR
Marc looked back over the past two weeks and marveled at how wonderful it had been with Mrs. Stanley Browning-Ilsa-for his house guest. After that first night, when he had fucked her all evening and throughout most of the night, he told her there was no point in her staying in the dorm room with one of her daughters when she could stay there with him and sleep with him every night. That is, they slept when he wasn't fucking her in her cunt or in the mouth.
He was delighted at how Ilsa enjoyed having his boner buried in her all the time. She took to being fucked like she wanted all she could get before she went back home, where she wouldn't get any. During the two weeks she spent with Marc, not a day went by that he didn't plug her love nest with his cock.
She visited her two daughters, Helga and Tris, only twice, which made them feel relieved that Mom wasn't there day and night to watch every move they made. The rest of the time Ilsa spent with Marc. She explained to the girls that she didn't want to take them away from their studies and their friends.
But the girls weren't fooled. They had seen her with Marc and they knew this was Mom's chance to be fucked by a young stud without Daddy finding out about it, and she was making the most of it. The girls didn't give her a hard time about it. They understood. After all, Daddy would be making out with one of the neighbor women while Mom wasn't there.
Beside that, Helga and Tris thought Marc was really something, and both of them had the hots for him. Each one had her own secret plan that, as soon as Mom went back home, she'd make out with that gorgeous stud herself.
Marc's timing couldn't have been better. He had just returned home from taking Ilsa to the airport when his father and mother came back from their vacation. Neither parent had any way of knowing he'd had a woman living there with him all the time they were gone. He'd already checked the house carefully to make sure there was nothing of Ilsa's lying around, like a pair of her panties carelessly tossed aside, or a bra dropped behind the couch and forgotten.
Confident that those little details had been taken care of, Marc could assume the posture of a young man who was totally innocent as he greeted his parents in the driveway and helped carry their luggage into the house.
Days later, Delia was so happy to see her darling, and so eager to show him how much she missed him, that as soon as her husband went out of the house with a suitcase in each hand, she threw herself at him to lavish him with hugs and kisses. Her arms entwined about his neck and, whether it was international or not, her pussy was rubbing against his hard upright boner. It seemed to him she was kissing him in a way that a woman shouldn't be kissing if she didn't want him to start wondering how good his chances were of getting his prick up between her legs when her husband wasn't around.
But she often kissed him in the manner she was kissing him now, with her tongue probing in his mouth in search of his while she wriggled against him, rubbing herself up and down like she was getting a thrill out of feeling his solid erection with her twat.
Often, that is, whenever her husband wasn't there to catch her doing it. She showed little interest in this boy if her husband was in town. Marc noticed she was very clever about that. She obviously didn't want the old man to find out she would do anything as lewd and outrageous as pressing herself up to the big bulge in the front of his pants while she kissed him like she was his woman instead of his mother's friend.
But when they were alone like this, it was as if she wanted him to be wedded to her hot sexual nature. She was no dummy, Marc told himself. She couldn't help but know that he lusted for her, even when she wasn't doing anything to arouse him. How could she possibly not know that he wanted very much to fuck her, even if she was his mother's bridge buddy?
Today she stood there pressed up against him with her arms about him and her mouth on his. Marc moved his hands downward and grabbed a handful of ass. She didn't seem to mind. There were times when she pretended to object to him feeling her rear end, or fondling her boobs, but this time she didn't. Just when she had him to the point where he was sure he was about to shoot off his load in his undershorts, she withdrew her mouth from his and gazed at him with a flirtatious smile. like she was telling him with her eyes that she knew he wanted to fuck her.
She was about to say something when she heard the car door slam and she pulled away from him.
It went on like that, day after day as it always had, teasing one another, each arousing the other to a fever of sexual desire while both pretended it was all quite innocent.
She let him know in many little ways, without saying anything, that she wouldn't have minded having a hot thing going with him, and the fact that her husband was always nearby would simply make it all the more exciting. At the same time, Marc made it obvious to her he had no qualms about screwing her, and would do it if they were alone together and she gave him the least bit of encouragement.
But that chance didn't come. At least not during the next two weeks. Her husband got home at the end of the day when he did. And when Marc dropped by during the evening, her husband was there too. Marc could look at his beautiful, hot and sexy, curvaceous neighbor and revel in his hot and forbidden fantasies while she may have been having the same kind of thoughts. But that was all they could do this particular week.
There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for Marc, her secret lover, Joyce told herself. She gave a lot of thought to his latest suggestion. He wanted to watch two women making love to each other. He often fantasized about it while he was fucking her, he told her. At first it was simply something he talked about. Later he became more specific. He asked her flat out if she and one of her women friends would eat one another's pussy while he watched.
"I couldn't!" she told him emphatically. "I get embarrassed just thinking about it."
"You mean to tell me you've never had sex with another woman?" Marc asked her.
"Well, sure I have," Joyce admitted. "But never with a guy watching."
After a while, he took another tack. "Okay, so you can't do it with Marie or Marilyn or Carole. How about with someone I know you like a lot? And someone we both know will keep her mouth shut about it?"
"Who?" Joyce asked.
"Delia."
"Well...I don't know."
"Can't you just picture yourself being made love to by Delia?" he went on. "You wouldn't be embarrassed with her, and neither of you would mind me being there, watching. I could even join in. Delia could suck on one of your boobs while I sucked on the other. She could eat your pussy while I licked your asshole. Bet you've never had a man and a woman work you over at the same time."
Joyce reluctantly admitted it sounded exciting. Then, with a little more coaxing, she gave in. She even agreed to talk to Delia about it.
After giving Marc such a hard time about it before she gave in, she was astounded at how eagerly Delia went for it. They agreed on Friday evening at Joyce's home, a night when her husband was out of town.
Joyce was as nervous as a virgin bride. She and Marc had an early, light supper. Delia said she'd be over at 7:30. She wondered if she'd chicken out. Then she worried that Marc would. At 7:20 the doorbell rang. It was Delia. Marc served drinks to relax them, the best from the liquor cabinet that Joyce's husband was so proud of.
When they finished their drinks, they went upstairs to the master bedroom and Marc quickly stripped himself naked. He insisted on Joyce and Delia undressing one another. By the time the two women were naked, they were both into the spirit of the thing, giggling and tickling each other playfully.
Then they stood with their arms about one another, tit to tit, belly to belly and cunt hair intertwining, while they kissed like they enjoyed it as much as they would have had they had been kissing Marc.
Joyce lay down on the bed and let Delia have her way with her boobs. She kissed and licked them all over, and sucked erotically on the stiffened nipples as Marc would have done. He didn't miss the fact that Delia's hand was on Joyce's twat, fondling it, rubbing it gently, while Joyce writhed and squirmed.
She sucked all over her boobs, not just on her nipples. Joyce obviously loved it, finding Delia's clever technique erotic and exciting.
Delia then concentrated on the nipples and areolae. She licked all around the areolae first, before settling into a splendid sucking and nibbling of the nipples. She knew what she was doing. She glanced over at Marc and saw his prick standing boldly upright and quivering. He stroked it with his hand, unaware he was doing it. The sight of it almost made Delia's mouth water.
As for Joyce, under Delia's oral caresses, her tits were sending a message to her cunt, which resulted in pussy cream oozing from her slit. She wondered if Delia's twat was oozing cream too. She reached down to find out. Her fingers touched the other woman's cunthole and she was indeed leaking warm honey.
By the time Delia kissed and licked her way down over Joyce's belly to her nest of cunt hair, Joyce was rolling her ass around frantically. She clutched at the other woman's head, pushing it between her widely spread thighs.
"Oh God...eat me," she groaned.
Considering that Joyce's twat was wet with her juices, that was asking a lot. But Delia didn't seem to think so. She got in there face-first and began lapping it all up, savoring the flavor in a way that was as exciting as Joyce as if Marc was down there eating her.
Delia got herself turned around and flung a leg over Joyce, straddling her. The sight of two attractive women in the 69 position was almost enough to cause Marc to shoot his load. Delia was already eating Joyce's pussy as she lowered her cunt onto the other woman's face.
"You think you had it good with Marc eating your cunt. Wait until I'm finished eating you out," Joyce babbled, then grabbed hold of Delia's ass and pulled her cunt down onto her sucking mouth.
Cuntal cream coated Delia's face and she felt Joyce's body stiffen. "Oh yesss," she hissed. "You're ready. Do me. I want to cum when you do!"
Joyce used the fingers of both hands to spread the other woman's cunt lips so she could get her tongue right up in there. It was a deep pink, almost crimson. There were two big fat outer labia, fringed with hair on either side. Then there were the inner labia, thin at the top edge and fatter below. She gazed at the woman's clit, wrinkled at the base, puffed and fat at its pointy tip. She ran her tongue all around it, getting to know every part of it intimately.
She enjoyed the taste of Delia's twat. From experience she knew no two cunts tasted a-like. It was similar to her own taste, which was totally un-like the taste of a man's cum. It tasted delicious. She buried her face between Delia's thighs and took a healthy slurp. She sucked up the cream that lay in the valley of her slit, then tongued the tip of her clit. She felt Delia doing the same to her.
She shivered through this exciting sensation, two women sucking on one another's clit. Her tongue extended, she made a beeline for Delia's cunt well. She probed inside, reaching as far as she could. She was surrounded by wet warmth, her tongue in a dark mushy cave.
She slurped up the warm juices again and withdrew her tongue so it could duel with the tip of Delia's clit. Delia was doing the same to her and Joyce's body began a horizontal dance on the bed. Short heavy gasps reminded her that Marc was watching this lewd performance. She had all but forgotten him. She was too busy to think about him, and she couldn't see him anyway, not with Delia's ass above her and her legs on either side of her.
Delia began to moan as her body danced on top of hers. Joyce's climax was almost upon her. She speeded up her tongue-work as she lapped Delia's slippery slit. With a yowl, both women stiffened and sobbed.
Delia rolled away from her and suddenly Marc was crouched between her legs. "I've watched long enough," he said excitedly. "I've got to get in on this action. Are you ready for the male version of muff-diving?"
Joyce nodded her head with a big grin on her face. With Delia no longer on top of her, she could look around and see what was going on. Delia was on her back and she wriggled about until her head was below Joyce's ass cheeks and under Marc's crouching body. She was going to suck his cock.
Marc kissed and licked up and down Joyce's slit, trailed his tongue up one side and down the other. He got right down to business and started tonguing her clit. At first he went slowly, licking it gently, driving her wild. Then, because he'd eaten her pussy before and knew what she liked, he devoured her twat until she was nearly out of her mind. In the meantime, Delia was sucking on his cock as voraciously as he was eating Joyce's cunt.
Suddenly, Marc fired off his load into Delia's mouth just as Joyce bathed his face in her climactic spendings. With an agonized howl, Joyce thrust her cunt up at Marc's face while he was trying to bury his cock in Delia's mouth. She shuddered as her orgasm all but consumed her. It left her limp and panting. She closed her eyes and drifted on a sea of pleasure. When she opened them, Marc had his head between Delia's thighs, eating her cunt.
For a while, the two women lay there with Marc between them. They covered him with loving kisses from his face down to his cock and back up again. Then he sat up, got turned around and, grinning at them, he said, "Okay, which one is ready for a good, deep fucking, while the other one watches?"
Joyce was delighted at the way things were going. Only last week she had enjoyed woman to woman sex with Delia while Marc watched and joined in. Oh how he joined in. That tireless stud fucked both of them, not once but twice. It was a night Joyce wouldn't forget anytime soon.
Now she was in the master bedroom of the another home, alone with her very dear friend Judith. She had summoned up her courage and let Judith know what was on her mind, that the two of them could spend the day having a wonderful time on the bed together, both of them naked. Much to her relief, Judith didn't mind the suggestion. Instead, she gave Joyce a loving smile, kissed her, and with their arms about one another, they went upstairs to the bedroom.
Joyce was gentle with her friend, because Judith was a little edgy. "I haven't made love to another woman since I was in college," she explained.
"You've been missing a lot," Joyce told her. "You have a good deal of catching up to do. Don't worry. After today, you'll be right back in the thick of things. A woman who swings both ways gets twice the pleasure."
"Really?"
"Of course," Joyce assured her. "If you can't do it with a man without making your husband suspicious, you can invite one of your women friends over and do it with her."
"And he won't find out?"
Joyce shook her head and chuckled. "Men are funny that way. If you're alone with a man, your husband gets upset. But you can be alone with a woman all day long and he thinks nothing of it."
"Sounds pretty sneaky," Judith said with a little giggle.
"It is," Joyce admitted. "And if you're clever, you can have a man or a woman, whichever you want, whenever you want, without hubby being any of the wiser."
They stood by the side of the bed, holding one another and kissing. Then Joyce slowly undressed her, and then herself. Joyce marveled at what a lovely woman Judith was. She had lusted after her for years but had never, until now, decided to do something about it. Her body was soft, with a hint of chubbiness, which was very appealing. She stroked the woman's skin softly, first on her neck, then her arms, finally her hips and ass. She feather-stroked the inner side of her thighs. Judith sighed and relaxed a little.
They got onto the bed together and Joyce licked and kissed her thighs, and she tensed again. But it was a different kind of tension, the good kind, the sexual kind.
That was when Joyce decided Judith was ready to have her pussy kissed, licked and sucked. She would get around to her tits later. She softly kissed her Venus mound and then nibbled on her cunt lips, working her way to the heart of the matter. Judith must have liked it, for she spread her legs as wide as she could. When her clit was touched, she shivered.
She wasn't wet there yet, but she would be soon, Joyce told herself. Crouched between her legs, she zeroed in on her cunt with her mouth and tongue while stroking her thighs and ass. Judith writhed on the bed.
A low moan escaped Judith's lips as Joyce kissed, licked and sucked her twat. Her pelvis shifted. Without taking her mouth from her cunt, Joyce reached up with both hands and took hold of her full, round boobs. Judith moaned again. As Joyce continued to lap at her moistening snatch, her fingers stroked the flat, dark nipples that topped her cream tits. Now Judith was really getting into it, humping against Joyce's mouth and moaning louder.
Suddenly, she was into an orgasm and it was intense. Her legs were up over Joyce's shoulders and she squeezed.
Joyce gave her friend time to recover, then she climbed over her in the 69 position. "Now you do to me what I did to you," she invited.
Judith reached up, grabbed hold of Joyce by both cheeks of her lovely round ass, and pulled her cunt down onto her mouth. That sent a thrill all through Joyce. She knew her friend was remembering her naughty college escapades. She smiled between Judith's thighs and told herself there was nothing like a college education.
Judith's tongue glided over and around Joyce's hot, moist cunt as she did to her. As they were both doing it now. It was simple. When Joyce wriggled her ass excitedly, Judith licked faster and deeper. When she felt Joyce's tongue slap playfully at her clit, Judith did the same to her. As they drove one another higher and higher, their bodies writhed and undulated on the bed.
Soon Judith was on the verge of cumming. She wondered whether to wait for her friend, but decided her climax might trigger hers and let herself go. Joyce went for it, pressing her cunt hard against Judith's mouth while she sucked ravenously on her cunt. They climaxed together and they made the bed shake.
Judith got off of her, turned herself around, and the two of them cuddled up in one another's arms. Judith laughed joyously and said, "You made a believer out of me. We're going to be doing this a lot from now on."
Joyce laughed with her. "We're just getting started, honey. We have all day, remember?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Marc awoke and looked at the clock on the bedside table. He would have to really move in order to get to the office on time. He glanced at the naked woman lying beside him and said to hell with it.
She was still asleep, lying on her side with her lovely bare ass facing him. As he gazed at her, his prick quickly became a full-blown erection. It was a big temptation to press up against her and wedge his solid shaft into the valley between those round, fleshy buns. What a thrill it would be to work himself off in the crack of her ass, even if the head of his cock wasn't in her pussy-hole.
No sooner did he have that nasty thought than he realized there was no reason why he shouldn't. He had a good thing going with Joyce now, and he could do anything he wanted with her. After all the shocking, outrageous and forbidden things she did with him the evening before and throughout most of the night, she wasn't-likely to object to him rubbing his boner against the crack of her ass. He was certain now she wouldn't mind anything he did, whether he had his prick up against the crack of her ass, in her cunt, between her tits, or in her mouth. And she really loved it when he ate her pussy. He was happy to stay with her when her husband was away and when his parents were out of town.
If felt kind of strange lying there in the master bedroom instead of being in his own room. But what the hell, while her husband was away, he was the man of the house. And the man of the house should sleep with the woman of the house, in the master bedroom.
He chuckled at the idea of him and Joyce sleeping. They sure didn't do much of that, not until the wee hours of the morning. They fucked like two hot, passionate lovers who couldn't get enough of each other, which they now were.
He considered himself a lucky young man that his parents left on a business trip, at the same time that Joyce's old man had to be out of town. This left them with both houses all to themselves. After they were gone, Marc could tell by the way Joyce looked at him that he wouldn't be sleeping alone that night.
Nothing was said. Nothing was agreed upon. When it was time for bed, he went up to his room, took his shower and put on his pajama bottoms. Then he sat on the side of his bed, waiting while she took her shower. When he heard the water stop running, he went into her room. She was there in just a filmy see-through nightie that was so short it barely covered her ass. She was such a beautiful woman and she looked so lust-inspiring, it was a wonder he didn't shoot his load right then, just looking at her. She smiled at him and got into bed. He walked over to the side of the bed, dropped his pajama bottoms and got into bed with her. Her arms entwined about his neck and she kissed him like he was her long awaited lover. Moments later, he was on top of her and his prick was in her cunt. Her legs were wrapped about him and they were fucking.
As he gazed at her lovely nude body, relaxed in sleep, he thought to himself, God, wouldn't it freak the neighbors out if they knew this was going on right in their neighborhood, a young guy sleeping with this beautiful woman and fucking her throughout most of the night?
And maybe now the next morning.
This was going to be really great, he and his mother alone in the house for a whole month while his father was away, sleeping with her and fucking her every night. What pleasure it had been to lie on top of her with his prick deep in her cunt, and her enjoying it as much as he did. And both of them aware that no one was ever going to know a thing about it.
But what thrilled him, too, was that she was so hot for him and she acted like she was only too happy to give him anything he wanted. like she wanted to do everything with him. She seemed to regard his big, long, hard prick as being hers now, her own secret pleasure stick.
Certain this morning he could do anything he felt like doing with her, he did it. Snuggling up behind her, he laid his boner in the crease between her satiny-smooth ass cheeks. His arm went about her and he took hold of one of her full, round fleshy tits. Gently and erotically he massaged it while he rubbed his boner against the crack of her ass.
He thought of all the times he had lusted for her lovely rear end and how he dreamed of someday doing what he was doing now, rubbing his cock between the cheeks of her sweet adorable ass. It was a heady experience. He kept it up until she began to move her ass in her sleep.
Then she drew her knees up in front of her. Marc made the slight adjustment necessary to draw his cock along the crack of her ass until the head of his prick was touching the lips of her cunt. Suddenly, he felt her hand on his cock, guiding it into her pussy-hole. Marc pushed, sending his prick on its way into her twat while she moved her ass erotically against his groin.
"You're pretty sneaky," Joyce murmured, sounding as though she was still half-asleep. "Thought you were going to start without me, did you?"
"It doesn't matter who starts first, lover," Marc said excitedly. "As long as we finish together."
She rolled her ass around and pushed it back against him. She had him moaning with pleasure and trying to get his cock deep into her cunthole. When it was in her right to the hilt, she reached for his balls and held them lovingly in her hand. That sent exciting thrills all through him. Oh what a great way to start the day, he told himself, his prick in his lover's slippery cunt and her holding onto his balls.
Both of them were becoming increasingly excited. Marc kept pushing the prick into her cunt as deep as it could go while she wriggled her ass around and pushed it back against him. The more they did it, the more stimulated and excited they became.
"Do it, darling. Oh do it!" Joyce said, her lustful arousal apparent in her voice. "Oh what a bad boy you are, sleeping with me and doing it to her first thing in the morning, before I even have a chance to get out of bed."
Had anyone been watching them, they might have thought they were a couple of wrestlers trying out strange holds on one another. While Marc was pressed up tight against her ass, with his prick buried in her cunt, he was trying to bend himself double so he could get his mouth on one of her tits. Joyce was holding her boob, feeding it to him while she had an arm about his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair. Her knees were drawn up in front of her and, while Marc sucked on one tit, he had a hold of the other one.
He found this all so exciting and began pounding it to her faster and faster. She made sex moves of her hips and ass. While he sucked on one of her tits, she took his hand away from the other one and moved it down to her cunt that was stuffed with his big boner. His fingers tickled her clit and she let out a moan.
Suddenly Marc cried out, "Oh Joyce, this is too much. I'm going to cum."
She felt his hot spurting jism jetting into her snatch, flooding her tunnel of love. That pushed her over the edge. As she wriggled her ass against his groin, she let out a plaintive wail and climaxed.
They lay there for a while and rested, their arms and legs entangled. Before long she was smothering him with loving kisses while she stroked his cock and played with his balls. She just couldn't seem to keep her hands off this big, long tool, though she wasn't trying hard to resist the urge.
"Oh darling," she purred. "That was just beautiful. What a lovely experience."
"Yeah. like I told you last night, making it with you is where its at."
"You made me feel so good. It's like waking up in paradise. It can't get any better than this."
"I couldn't stand it if it did," Marc panted.
"You enjoy fooling around like this with me, don't you, you bad boy?" Carla giggled.
"I've got news for you, love. I'm not fooling around. I'm serious about what I'm doing."
She gazed at him with a smile. "I'm glad you're not just teasing me."
"I love fucking you," he said, still breathing heavily.
"I can't think of a nicer way to be awakened in the morning," she told him as she fondled his balls and wriggled herself against him. "I'll like it just fine if you wake me up this way every morning while we're sleeping together."
"Fine with me. But what if you wake up first?"
"Then you'll wake up to find me sucking your dick. Or straddling you and lowering my pussy onto your stiff cock."
"This is really living," he said. "This is great, waking up in the morning with my beautiful lover lying naked beside me. And being free to snuggle up to her and fuck her. Every guy and his favorite lover should have a relationship like we have."
"That would mean a lot of husbands would be neglected," Joyce chuckled.
"Hey, don't worry about the husbands," Marc told her. "They do all right. There isn't a husband in this town who isn't getting plenty of pussy, in addition to his wife's."
"Does that include your husband?"
"You know that as well as I do. In this town I'll bet he doesn't get any pussy that you don't know about."
"That's true," Joyce said. "Or you either."
"You know who I've been screwing?" Marc asked with a stunned look on his face.
"Yes, I do," Joyce insisted. "You want me to name them?"
Marc shook his head. "How did you find out I've been making it with your two good friends, Angie and Delia?"
"A woman has ways of finding out those things about her favorite stud," Joyce told him. "I've known for some time each one has been inviting you over to her home whenever her husband wasn't there. I felt the best thing for me to do was to let on I didn't know anything about it. After all, a strong healthy normal young man like you has to have a sexual outlet."
"You're very understanding," Marc told her. "But I'm embarrassed."
"Don't be, darling," Joyce said soothingly. "I feel sorry for those ladies. Now that you have a good thing going with me, my friends and neighbors won't be seeing as much of you as they have been. You're going to be too busy looking after me."
"You mean that?"
"I'm already thinking of how we can go on doing this after my husband comes home."
"You are?" Marc said, his hand playing with her pussy. "Great. I've been so busy enjoying last night and this morning, I haven't thought about what will happen a month from now. But I do know I want us to go right on doing it."
"Do you, dear?"
"I don't want to have to stop what we've got going for us because he's back home. I wouldn't like that at all."
"I'm glad you feel that way, darling," she said. "You go right on making it good for me like you are right now, and I'll find a way we can go on doing it."
After awhile, Marc reached over and took the phone off the bedside table. He phoned the office and told them he wouldn't be in until after lunch. While he was talking, Joyce had a hold of his cock and was playing with it. It responded by stiffening in her grasp and becoming a solid bar of steel.
Gazing at him longingly when he hung up, she said, "I know this is a naughty thing for me to be doing, but you don't mind if your sweetheart plays with your cock, do you?"
Marc grinned at her. "As far as I'm concerned, I'll be happy to lie here all day if you want to play with my prick. I should warn you, though. You've already got it as hard as it was before. And that means I'm going to have to fuck you all over again."
"Oh dear," Joyce said, pretending to be dismayed. "When will I ever be able to get your breakfast? Are you really going to fuck me again?"
Grinning at her, he said, "Have you ever known me to disappoint you?"
Caroline Baker thought the district meeting was a waste. It could have been a fun trip and so romantic if only her husband could have been there. But the purpose of the meeting was for employees to get together and families had not been invited.
The company she worked for, Stevens Import/Exports, had it's head office in the small community of Wayford Corners, but it was so far from the airport, that the meeting was held at the Hilton, which was right next to the airport. The dozen or so employees, with the exception of Marc Stevens, their young boss, would be coming in from all parts of the country, so this arrangement was more convenient for them. They could fly in, attend the meeting, stay overnight at the hotel, attend another meeting and fly right out again. They didn't have to get into the heavy traffic in the city, or have that long drive to Wayford Corners.
They had a marathon session the first day that lasted nearly ten hours. By the time Caroline got to her room that night, she was looking forward to a long soak in a warm tub.
She removed her clothes and called her husband. He was as lonely as she was and also very horny. They talked about the fun things they could have done in bed together had he been there with her and she got incredibly turned on. By the time she hung up, she was in urgent need of a stiff prick in her hot pussy. And the thought that she wasn't going to get one, bothered her even more. Caroline was the kind of young woman who, even before she was married, never waited long for a cock when she wanted one between her legs.
She didn't tell her husband, but she knew soaking in a warm bath would bring on a long session of masturbation. After he called, she went into the bathroom and squatted down to turn on the water and adjust the temperature. She turned and twisted, but nothing happened. The water refused to flow.
Determined to have her bath, she picked up the phone and called her boss, Marc Stevens, whom she knew had the room next to hers. She told him her problem and he said he'd come right over.
She was naked when she called him, so she wrapped a towel about her body and met him at the door. He had on a robe and slippers and she thought he looked very sexy. She led him into the bathroom and squatted to show him her problem. She showed him a clear view of her pussy and asshole.
He was content to stand there and take in the exciting view, until she realized what had his attention. Then he stooped down beside her. When he reached out to try the handle, his arm brushed her nipple. An erotic sensation swept through her and it was all she could do to keep from moaning. She had already been turned on before he arrived and his being there wasn't helping.
Water began to flow on the first try. Marc grinned proudly. "You pull out on that lever," he explained.
Caroline blushed at her stupidity. He touched her arm and assured her that it had taken him a few minutes to figure it out, too, when he had taken his bath.
By the time she adjusted the temperature of the water, he was standing at the door to the bathroom, enjoying another look at her exposed bare ass. There was a bulge in the front of his robe.
"Unless I can wash your back for you, I guess I'll be going," he said jokingly.
The offer sent a lascivious tingle up Caroline's spine. She was so hot and horny she couldn't bear the thought of him leaving. Her pussy ached for a big, hard prick , and she wasn't about to let this one escape. She stood up and let the towel fall to the floor. Marc's mouth dropped open and, when he recovered, there was a pleased expression on his face.
"There must be something I can do to repay you for your trouble," Caroline cooed.
She moved closer to him and Marc groaned huskily as he raised his hand and cupped one of her boobs. He teased the semi-erect nipple with his fingers until it was stiff and tingling.
Take off your robe before the water gets cold," Caroline invited.
She turned and climbed into the tub. She sat down in the soothing water and watched this handsome young man take his robe off. His long, hard cock stood straight out from his flat, firm belly, and he smiled with satisfaction when Caroline smacked her lips hungrily.
He stepped into the tub, but before he could sit down, she cupped his balls in one hand while she entwined the fingers of her other hand around the sturdy shaft. He let out a groan as her lips touched the head of his cock. Her tongue darted out and she tasted pre-cum clinging on the tip.
While she sucked on the head of his sweet prick, she slid forward so that her pussy rubbed against his ankle. Shivers of pleasure shot through her entire body. She moaned with lust and moved her fist rapidly up and down on his throbbing tool while she sucked on the bulbous-shaped head. She sensed that he wanted to explode in her mouth and she was all in favor of that. Why suck a cock if you don't get the cream? She hungered for his load of sperm.
The harder she pumped, the faster his breathing became, until finally he took hold of her head with both hands, pushed his long hard prick deep into her mouth and spattered the back of her throat with his scalding cream. She swallowed it all, every drop, and then licked his prick clean. Only then was she willing to let it slide out of her mouth.
"God, can you ever suck a cock," Marc gasped.
"I was hoping you'd be pleased," she said, smiling up at him. "I love to suck cock, especially a beautiful long monster like this. It was nice to be able to just let myself go and enjoy it. I have to be careful I don't let my husband know how much I like doing it. He'd wonder if I did a lot of it before I met him, which I did."
"I'd better sit down before I fall down," Marc joked. He joined her in the water, grinning broadly. "You didn't have any trouble with this handle," he teased, as he lifted her onto his lap and let his cock touch and tickle her pussy.
"It's still hard!" she gasped as the head of his cock teased her swollen clit.
"Honey, no man could have anything other than a hard cock when around someone as lovely as you," Marc told her. "My idea of cruel and unusual punishment would be sharing this tub with you and having a limp dick."
"It doesn't say much for my blow job," Caroline said with a giggle. "Usually when I suck them, they stay sucked."
"But it's a compliment to you that the sight of you can make it spring back up so fast," Marc argued.
She squirmed on his lap and reached down between their bodies. She located his cock and placed the head at the opening to her hot and ready cunt. A whimper escaped her lips as the rod slid into her love slot.
"I knew plumbers were well paid," he chuckled as she raised and lowered her pussy on his rigid boner. "But I didn't know they enjoyed fringe benefits like this."
Caroline laughed. "Shut up and make me cum."
"You want a climax?" Marc asked. "Baby, between now and morning you'll lose count of how many you had."
"You're spending the night with me?"
"Indeed I am," Marc told her. "I'm not one to let go of a good thing when I find it. Besides, it will probably take all night to put out your fire."
"I'll believe it when I see it," Caroline told him. "I've never met a man yet who could fuck all night long."
"You won't be able to say that when we have breakfast together tomorrow," Marc promised.
He cupped the cheeks of her ass and pushed his solid thick cudgel into her pussy to the hilt. Her screams of joy echoed off of the tile walls as waves of pleasure washed over her trembling body.
He squeezed her ass, sucked her nipples, and flexed his love muscle until she was into her orgasm. Then he fired off his hot charge, flooding her hole with his load of hot cream.
"Now I want to fuck you on the bed," he told her when she finally opened her eyes.
"You and I think a-like," she purred. "We want the same things. If you're as good in bed as you are in the tub, you're going to make me a happy woman."
They toweled each other dry and left the bathroom. Crawling onto the bed, she stretched out on her back with her legs spread invitingly. He stood at the foot of the bed and smiled at her sexily, his attention locked in on her glistening pussy. Her cunt lips quivered under his excited stare, and she knew without him saying it that he was going to eat her pussy.
He stretched out next to her. His cock was a few inches from her face, and his face was so close to her snatch that she could feel his hot breath on her cunt lips.
She tilted her head and kissed his prick. It twitched with excitement and he groaned as his tongue tasted her juicy target for the first time.
It was not the first time a man had eaten her pussy. Not by a long shot. But it was the first time a man had done it like he didn't care if he ever got around to real fucking. He licked, he sucked, he lapped, and he slurped. She screamed in orgasm again and again, and bathed his face with her hot juices.
When he finally came up for air, his face from his forehead to his chin was coated with her warm honey.
"Wow!" she groaned. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"You inspire me," he chuckled, and he kissed her clit. The kiss triggered another orgasm. She gasped with pleasure as he ran his tongue slowly back and forth along her pussy lips. Then for good measure, he licked all over and around the sensitive pucker of her asshole.
His tongue was great, but now she was eager for the real thing again. She tugged on his arms and he shifted around so that he was lying between her legs. The head of his prick was lodged between her pussy lips and his tongue was teasing her throbbing nipples.
She ran her hands through his hair, her movements an indication she wanted him to hurry. His tongue flicked lightly across a nipple. She brought her legs up and locked them about his hips and hunched up wildly, fighting to capture his magnificent prick.
"Give me your cock!" she demanded.
He shifted and sent his organ sliding into her hot and eager slit. Back and forth it moved, in and out, and then he buried it, his balls brushing against her asshole. He pulled back and plunged in again. And again. Then she was into an orgasm.
He cupped the cheeks of her ass and pounded her hot quivering pussy as if his cock were a jackhammer. She had so many orgasms she was sure she would faint.
When he finally got his, he bellowed like a bull and his rampaging cock delivered jets of hot sperm up her twat. The feel of it sent her into another climax. They lay there in a breathless heap with their arms and legs about each other.
The next morning, in the dining room off the hotel lobby, Caroline and Marc were having breakfast together. Keeping her voice low so those at the nearby tables wouldn't overhear her, she said, "Well, you were right and J was wrong. After last night, I do know a horny stud who can fuck all night long. We didn't get much sleep."
"But you got a lot of what you wanted and needed at the time I went into your room to help you turn on the water," Marc reminded her.
"I admit it," Caroline said. "I wanted a cock so bad I was ready to go up the wall. Now don't get the idea I'm complaining, but when you help a pussy in distress, you just don't quit. I'm surprised you let me get dressed and come down here for breakfast. And you're hung like a bull. My God, it feels like your thing is still in me."
"It couldn't be helped," Marc said, grinning at her. "It took a lot to put out your fire."
"I know something else about you, too, after last night. You have kinky tastes."
"What do you mean?"
"Any man who enjoys licking around a woman's rear end has kinky tastes," Caroline told him. "And your tongue was buried in my bumhole for over an hour, in the wee hours of the morning when we should have been getting some sleep."
"I tried to do the right thing," Marc explained. "I offered to quit, but you wouldn't let me."
Caroline looked at him with a mischievous smile. "Well, it was the novelty of it. I'd never had that many kisses on my ass."
When they saw a lady at the next table looking at them as though she had caught part of their conversation, they stopped talking for a while and finished their breakfast.
"I have a suggestion to make," Marc said finally.
"You have? What?"
"Don't leave on that plane after the meeting. Phone your husband and tell him you won't be coming home as soon as you thought you would, that the meeting is going to go on for a whole week and you have to stay until the very end."
Caroline didn't give him an argument. She simply smiled and said she would.
As they got up from the table, Marc told her, "You go ahead into the meeting. I'll stop off at the desk and tell them we're keeping those rooms for a whole week. I'd like to make it for a month, but I suppose your husband wouldn't go for it."
"He certainly wouldn't," Caroline laughed.
After the meeting at the end of the day, she went to her room and he went to his. She took a shower, dried herself off and put on her dressing robe. Moments later there was a knock at the door.
"Did someone call for a plumber?" Marc asked, grinning at her.
She opened her robe and gave him a sexy smile. "How would you like to check my plumbing, big boy?" she teased.
He closed the door behind him, made sure it was locked, then he stripped himself naked. She let her robe drop to the floor. They got onto the bed together, did some hot passionate necking-and then they fucked. They fucked all evening and throughout most of the night. And every day and every night after that for a whole week.
As he walked her to the departure gate where she was to board her plane, she said, T have an uneasy feeling something unexpected is going to come of this." But she didn't seem at all worried about it.
"What do you mean?" Marc asked.
"I wasn't expecting to get laid while I was here without my husband," she told him. "So I didn't bring along my birth control pills."
CHAPTER SIX
After his thrilling week with Caroline Baker, Marc went back home, eager to get back into the normal scheme of things. Which meant he would soon be screwing Joyce Hampton, and Delia Latham...and who knew... .
The way he had been able to enjoy a bedroom romp with Joyce on a regular basis was to go after her pussy right after her husband left the house in the morning. Her old man was an early riser and he was always out of the house by 7:30.
So here it was, the first morning after arriving home from his business trip and Joyce's husband's car had already pulled out of the driveway. In minutes, Marc was walking up her front steps, into her hallway, and into bed with her.
"Surprised?" he asked, after he'd cuddled her in his arms and kissed her.
"Surprised, nothing," she chuckled. "You think I wasn't expecting you? I've already had my shower and put on a fresh nightie, and I've been lying here waiting knowing you'd come dashing in as soon as you saw the car pull out of the driveway."
"You could have skipped the nightie," he told her. "It's only going to come right off again."
"But you seem to enjoy taking it off," she said with a lewd smile.
He pulled her nightie up around her waist and felt all over her lovely bare ass.
This is nice," she purred, as she reached for his cock and played with it. "But I prefer to believe that what we're doing is terribly naughty. It makes it even more exciting when I have you between my legs."
While they kissed and she ran her hand up and down on his boner, she felt ticklish sensations surge through her pussy. Not only was it hot, it was getting moist, letting her know it was ready and eager to take on the fabulous prick she was holding in a firm gentle grip.
The next thing she knew, he had his hand on her twat, gently rubbing it. Then he slipped a finger into her juicy fuck hole and that got her steaming. Leaning over him, she laid another hot, sexy tongue probing kiss on him.
That went on for a while before she finally pulled her mouth off his. When she did, she dragged her tits over his chest onto his face. Playfully, she slapped his cheeks several times with her soft fleshy pendulous jugs, before his open mouth latched onto one of her nipples and pulled on it.
"Oh God, darling," she gasped while he sucked on her tit. "This is so wonderful, and you can't imagine how much I want this!"
"I think it's beautiful. Just beautiful. I'm doing it with the woman I've always wanted."
"I'm glad you feel that way, dear," she breathed huskily while she stroked his cock and played with his balls. "Since we've already gone too far. We can't turn back now."
"You enjoy what we're doing as much as I do, don't you?" he said, grinning at her. "Believe me, I really enjoy this, having you like this. Screwing her in the privacy of your home, while no one would dream we would ever do such a thing."
"This is the best time of the day for me, when I can hold onto your cock and stuff my tit into your mouth. And you have your hand on my snatch, with your finger in my cunthole. We have to keep on with what we've started. I'd simply die if I couldn't have you now. I missed you something awful while you were away for a whole week."
While he had one hand on her cunt, his other hand was busy too. He was feeling her lovely bare ass all over, his fingers exploring the crack and teasing her bumhole. She liked that so much she tried to stuff more of her tit into his mouth, and she pulled more urgently on his big hard-on.
This is really nice," he whispered after he let her boob slip from his mouth. "It feels so good having you in my arms, naked, being able to feel you all over and have my hand on your cunt while you play with my prick."
"If you only knew how much I wanted to hold your cock like this all last week...and fondle your adorable balls."
She was thrilled through and through at what a big, long, solid, awesome looking prick he had on him. She held it like it was all hers. The feel of it in her hand made her cunt get hotter and hotter. Her juices were oozing from it.
"Oh God!" he gasped, with an urgent note in his voice. "It feels too good. I can't hold out. I'm going to cum!"
She stunned him by how quickly she went into action. She was suddenly bending over his crotch, and the next thing he knew, the head of his prick was in her mouth. That felt so good he could hardly stand it. The idea of having the head of his prick in his lover's sucking mouth freaked him out, even if she had sucked him off numerous times before. While she held his balls and stroked his throbbing shaft, a ticklish sensation in his nuts suddenly grew intense.
He still found it hard to believe it could get this good, lying there with her sucking his cock. He just lay back and let it all go. A hot spurting load gushed from his prick and her tonsils got the full blast. He was vaguely aware she was swallowing frantically to stay ahead of it, and she was doing great. God, could she ever suck cock, he noted during waves of pleasure and satisfaction.
When his cock stopped spurting, she saw no need to stop just because she had everything under control. She went on sucking him, taking as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could cram in there. Why should she stop now, she asked herself, when she had dreamed of doing this to him for a long time. Now with her able to have his prick in her mouth whenever she wanted it, she intended to make the most of it.
"Oh God!" he cried excitedly. "Keep it up. Keep doing it. Oh, that feels so good. Gosh, you sure know how to make a guy feel great. You can really suck cock!"
While sucking on his cock, she sometimes had conflicting emotions about what was taking place between them. What she was doing with him wasn't accepted by a lot of people. What kind of woman was she, she asked herself, to be there on the bed with him, with his prick in her mouth?
And while she was sucking his cock, she was letting him do forbidden things to her. She allowed him to suck on her tits. And even now he had one hand on her cunt, his fingers tickling and teasing her juicy cunthole. His other hand was feeling her bare behind, his fingers in the crack of her ass, touching her bumhole.
But she wasn't so bothered that she would ever put an end to what was taking place between them. She liked what they were doing together. He was sure happy about what she was doing, and what she was letting him do to her.
Why shouldn't they lie here on the bed together, both of them naked and enjoying each other? No one would ever know. Her husband would never suspect she'd do anything like this. He knew she liked to suck cock, but it wouldn't occur to him that she'd go after their neighbor's prick. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever imagine her letting him come into her room and get into bed with her. He could never picture her letting this young man suck on her tits and finger her pussy, or that she'd suck him off.
She smiled to herself. What she and Marc were doing was so outlandish, so beyond belief, that they were perfectly safe in doing it. In the privacy of their home, they could do whatever they wanted with each other, and her spotless reputation as a highly moral, respectable wife would never be questioned.
She had already accepted as fact that what they were doing now would be repeated every morning for months, even years to come. She would be the happiest, most contented and sexually satisfied woman in town, she told herself. And she wouldn't feel the least bit guilty about it either. She told herself it was her duty as a loving, caring person, to keep Marc happy and satisfied.
She knew how her lover felt about it. He was doing her husband a favor, helping him out with his bedroom chores. It was in his best interests that he was keeping her cunt well cared for, so she wouldn't have to look elsewhere for someone to satisfy her sexual needs.
Yes, her darling was such a wonderful lover, looking after her husband's interests and being good to her, she assured herself.
"Oh yes," he purred. "Do it again. That was so good, the way you sucked me off. We've always had a close loving relationship, but now I feel really close to you."
She'd swallowed his spurting juices and tasted him, and what that did for her was to make her want more. There was no need for him to coax her. She wouldn't pass up this second chance to suck him off for anything.
Bending over his crotch, she kept his prick in her mouth and went on sucking it. He was in a state of ecstasy. It was such a thrill to him that this was happening, that she was there on the bed with him, actually sucking his cock. She knew he thought she was sensationally good at it, that she obviously knew as much about sucking cock as he did about eating pussy.
What a wonderful time she was having. She was immensely happy, sucking on his cock. Her excitement reached a fever pitch. Faster and faster her tongue twirled over the head of her darling's big throbbing cock. The more she did it, the more she stimulated herself as well as him. She began to taste his juice again and that sent shivers of delight all through her.
His words of encouragement made her want to do it more and more. She sucked vigorously. Her mouth took in more and more of his awesome cock. She could sense he was becoming more excited. With ever increasing urgency she moved her hot sucking mouth over his prick. She cupped his balls in her hand and gently squeezed them.
She knew he could stand only so much of that. He tangled his fingers in her shoulder-length hair, let out an ape-like cry and shot off his load again. She swallowed it all down and didn't miss a drop. Furthermore, she wasn't content with giving him two blow jobs. She proceeded to give him a third one and he didn't do anything to discourage her. If she wanted to spend the whole day there on the bed with him, sucking on his tool, he was going to let her.
But after she got him off a third time, he pulled her off his cock, gave her a loving kiss and said, "I'm starting to feel guilty. You're doing everything for me while I'm not doing anything for you. How about letting me eat your pussy?"
Much to his surprise, she shook her head.
She was not only a highly intelligent woman, she knew a lot of men. She knew how to handle this one. Eager though she was to have his head between her legs, to thrill to the feel of him kissing, licking and sucking on her cunt, she knew he'd appreciate it all the more if he had to coax her for it. She wanted him to know that getting her cunt didn't come easy. When he did get it, he would appreciate it.
"I can't think of anything I want more than to have your head between my legs, darling," she told him. "But it isn't really the proper thing to do."
"What do you mean?"
She looked at him and smiled. "It isn't right for me to let just let my lover crawl up between her legs and put his face on my cunt," she explained. "I've already done a bad thing by letting you do it as much as you have. What must you think of me?"
"I think you're the sweetest, most adorable woman that ever was," he assured her. "I love you and when my head is up between your legs and I'm eating your pussy, I'm able to show you how much."
"But darling, if you go on doing that, you might think highly of me for the time being, but what about the future?" she said quietly. "Someday you'll take time to think about it and you'll be disgusted with me. How can you respect me if I let you eat my pussy?"
"I just can, that's all," he told her. "The only way I can prove it is for us to go on doing it, and in time you'll realize I still have a high regard for you."
She held out on him for a while, but she kept giving in just a little to encourage him to keep trying. It didn't take him long to figure out what she was doing.
"You know what? I think you're teasing me. Come on now, stop holding out on me. Let me eat your pussy."
"Oh darling, maybe what you call love is only lust," she told him.
"What if it is?" he replied. "Who said sexual lust is bad? They claim cholesterol is bad for you. So is butter, margarine, sugar, sugar substitutes, tea, coffee and tobacco. Is lust bad now, too?"
She laughed. "You're a nut."
"What's wrong with a guy lusting for his lover?" he went on. "Every guy who has a good-looking woman like you has the hots for her. Call it what you like. I love you, and I want to show you how much, the best way I know how."
As she listened to him, she couldn't hold out on him any longer. The thought of having him between her legs, his face on her hot pussy, was an overpowering urge she couldn't deny any longer. She was as eager for him to eat her cunt as he was to do it.
She swung around and sat on the edge of the bed. He quickly got onto his knees in front of her widely spread legs. He thrust his head between her thighs and kissed the puffy lips of her cunt.
"Oh darling...." she whispered. "Oh that feels so nice. You're such a bad boy, but I love what you're doing."
That was all the encouragement he needed. He gave her cunt loving, ardent kisses until he had her gasping. She lay back on the bed, lifted her legs up in the air and draped them over his shoulders. He ran his tongue up and down the lips of her hot, juicy cunt and made her cry out with passion and unashamed lust. He tickled and teased her clit with his lips and teeth. Then her cunt started oozing out its juices and she went wild, wriggling her ass all over the bed and panting for breath.
She settled back like she fully expected him to stay there on his knees eating her pussy all day long. For well over an hour he had her squealing and shrieking her way through one orgasm after another. She had hold of his head with both hands, her fingers tangled in his hair. She could tell how delighted he was that she loved having her pussy licked and sucked.
"Oh, honey, have you ever figured out what I like!" she purred. "I'm so happy you're going to be doing this to me every morning."
"I knew you'd be pleased, once you relaxed and let me go ahead and do it," he told her.
"Oh you darling! You really do enjoy eating my pussy, don't you?" she cooed.
"You better believe I do," he replied, his nose in her cunthole. "Eating your pussy is pleasant. It smells nice and it tastes delicious."
She giggled with delight. "What a thrill it is to have you tell me you love the taste and fragrance of my cunt."
"I meant every word of it," he assured her.
"Some thoughtful woman taught you properly. You were taught how to please a woman by eating her pussy first, before you fuck her. I wish I could thank her for the wonderful job she did of making a sensational woman pleaser out of you."
"That's nice of you to say that."
"It's rare to find a man who will take the time to eat a woman's pussy," she went on. "Most are in such a big hurry to fuck. Most of them are in and out, and it's all over for another week."
"Yeah, that isn't right," he mumbled with his face against her twat.
"But you are so different," she managed to blurt out before she began shrieking and squealing from him touching a ticklish spot with his tongue.
Then came another shrill cry and she climaxed, drenching him in her warm juices. She didn't have much to say after that, because he had her climaxing every few minutes. And each intense orgasm took her breath away.
He ate her pussy until she got off three more times. By then he wanted his prick and her cunt to get close together, and she wanted the same thing.
She slid to the middle of the bed and when he climbed over her, she spread her legs and took hold of his cock as he got into position. The delicious excitement she felt surging through her body was almost overwhelming. He hovered over her, his huge prick in her hands.
"That's it. Lodge the head between your cunt lips and get it started. Guide it in for me."
"I'm shocked at what you're asking me to do," she said playfully. "The nerve of you, asking me to steer your prick into my cunt so you can fuck me."
"That's what I want to do, all right," he said brazenly. "I want to fuck my beautiful lover."
"All right, darling," she said, looking up at him with a warm loving smile. "There. Now just ease it in."
Slowly he slid his awesome tool into her twat. Inch by inch he fed it to her, going in deeper each time he lunged.
"Oh God, honey, your prick is enormous," she groaned. "You are such a wonderful lover. I just love-love-love your cock."
"Wait'll I get it all the way in, he panted. 'Then you'll really feel stuffed."
As his tool went in deeper, she gripped it with her pussy muscles.
"Oh Wow! Oh do that some more. Oh does that ever feel good!"
"You like it, honey, when I make love to your cock with my pussy?" she asked coyly. "Oh, yes! I like that!"
"Well take a deep breath and hang on, darling. You're in for a real treat this morning. I'm going to make it really good for my darling."
"If it gets any better than this, I know I won't be able to stand it."
He moved his prick back and forth, causing her to become hotter and more passionate. She loved the way he was giving it to her. Wrapping her legs around him with her heels digging into his butt, she slid her cunt right up his long, thick shaft until she had it all inside her and his balls brushing against the crack of her ass.
"Now do it," she panted. "This is what you wanted all along, the chance to fuck me like this. Now me again how good you are."
"You already knew how much I wanted this," he told her, moving his prick back and forth inside her cunt.
He fucked her slowly at first, with long, deep strokes that she thought were sensational. Then he fucked her with fast, short jabs and she really liked that.
"Oh darling," she panted. 'This is fabulous. You really know how to fuck. I'll remember this morning forever."
"You're sensational too," he gasped excitedly. "You give back as good as you get, and then some."
The delicious excitement she was experiencing from being fucked by him was almost too much for her. She pulled him down onto her so that his chest flattened her soft, pillowy tits. Her arms entwined about his neck and she kissed him with brazen lust and passion while she wriggled her hips beneath him.
"Oh God, you're the best," he said breathlessly. "You are the hottest piece of ass a guy could ever wish for."
"I'm glad you're enjoying my pussy," she said. "Keep pumping it to me, lover. Make it good for me like you're doing and I'll do things for you that will make your hair stand. Now give me more. You're still not all the way in yet. You can get more in. Oh God, you've got a long cock!"
"You can take it. I know you can."
"I hope so, dear. You're already in way past where I've ever felt it before."
"My God...I can't hold out much longer. You feel so good. I'm going to cream!"
"Go ahead, darling. Do it, I want to feel your jism splashing into me. That's always a thrill. Don't worry about it being over. It won't be. If your prick comes out limp, I'll make it stiff again. Don't worry about that."
With a guttural cry, he grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass and drove his prick in deep, all the way to his balls. She let out a shriek and climaxed right along with him. They bounced on the mattress over and over again.
They lay there for a while, catching their breath. Then he fucked her again.
She looked up at him for a moment with a naughty gleam in her eye and said, "You'd better believe we're going to be doing this quite often from now on. And without anyone finding out either."
His prick, still hard, moved in and out of her tight slippery pleasure hole. His massive tool was like a plug, sealing up her twat. She lay back, her head on the pillow, while he drove his prick back and forth in her cunt. He gazed at her with a feeling of lust racing through him. He pushed and went in another two inches.
She was thrilled and delighted at how good he was making it for her. They lay there, fucking at frequent intervals throughout the morning. She was amazed at his staying power and he was just as impressed at how much cock she could take. She wasn't about to tell him when she had all she wanted. She intended to take all she could get.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When he son pulled his prick out of her cunt, Joyce got off the bed. He got up, and followed her into the bathroom. She seated herself on the John and he got onto his knees in front of her. Her arms went about him and he took hold of her full, fleshy boobs. Then he pressed his mouth onto hers and kissed her while she took a pee.
When she was finished, she stood up so he could have his turn. While he stood in front of the John, she took hold of his cock and guided his steady stream into the bowl.
She laughed playfully. "I wonder if I'm the only woman in town who has ever played fireman, using her young lover's prick for a fire hose?"
"Probably not," he replied, grinning at her. "I'm sure you're not the only woman in Wayford Corners who has a playful fun-loving nature, and it wouldn't surprise me if each one gets a kick out of holding her lover's cock for him while he takes a piss."
"Well, this isn't any big deal," she told him. "If all a woman does is hold her man's prick and play with it a little, that can still be considered innocent. But what we did with each other in bed was a long way from being simply playful and innocent."
"It was fun and if felt good," he told her. "And if it's fun and feels good, you can be sure we aren't the only couple around who's doing it whenever the old man isn't home."
"I refuse to believe that," she said. "I prefer to think that all the wives in this town are pure in thought and actions, highly moral and absolutely faithful-and that I'm the only one who's doing something deliciously filthy with her young lover, something sinful and wicked."
"Sorry, but you couldn't be sinful and wicked no matter how hard you tried. You're too nice a person. What we're doing in the privacy of your home while your old man is at the office giving his secretary's pussy a feel is just our way of having a little fun with each other. It's private and personal, and no one's business but ours. There's nothing sinful and wicked about me fucking you-until people find out about it and then it's open to argument."
She laughed at his logic. "What you're saying then is that we aren't sinful and wicked as long as we're careful that no one finds out you're throwing a fuck into me every morning after my husband leaves the house."
"Right. And the same goes for us taking a shower together," he said, handing her a plastic shower cap. "There's nothing wrong with a guy getting into the shower with his mother, even if they are both naked. But if anyone knew about it, I suppose they'd get all bent out of shape. Most of all Dad."
Carla laughed. "That's because when a horny stud like you gets into the shower with his lover, it's far from being innocent. We do more than just take a shower. The first time I was ever screwed standing up was when you backed me up against the wall of the shower stall and put it to me."
"Well yes, I have fucked you in the shower," he admitted. "Every time we get in, as a matter-of-fact."
"And the first time I got a prick up me from behind was when I was with you in the shower, when I bent over in front of you to pick up the soap," she reminded him.
"Well, you presented an awfully tempting target," he said, looking at her with a sly smile.
She tucked her hair in under the shower cap while he stopped into the shower stall, turned on the water and adjusted the spray to where it was comfortably warm. Then she got in with him.
They each stood under the stream of water until they were wet, then he reached for the soap and said, "I'll do you first."
He started at her ankles and spread a thick soapy lather up to her crotch. Then he did her shoulders, arms and back. He covered her grapefruit-sized boobs with suds and spent quite a while working the lather all around.
"You keep doing that and I'll have a climax, just from you playing with my tits," she warned him.
So he kept on until she did. Then he spread the creamy suds down over her belly and all over her cunt. While he was doing that with one hand, his other hand was working the soapy lather into the crack of her ass. He kept that up until she orgasmed again.
As soon as she was able to catch her breath, she took the soap away from him and gave his cock a good wash. Then she covered his balls in a thick creamy lather.
It wasn't long until he cried out, "Mom! You're getting me off. I'm going to cum!"
"Well don't waste it, darling," she replied. She was about to bend over and take the head of his prick into her mouth, but he backed her up against the shower wall.
"Move your legs apart."
As soon as she did, he pressed up against her, bent his knees, which allowed him to bring his stiff prick in under her twat. The head of his cock touched her cunt and he pushed up, sending his shaft into her steamy snatch. She entwined her arms about his neck and held on for dear life, then he started fucking her.
When he gave her those long, deep strokes she liked, it forced her up onto her toes, making her feel like she was being impaled on his awesome boner. They stood there fucking for half an hour. He shot off two loads and she squealed and shrieked her way through several ass-churning orgasms.
When he pulled his prick out of her and it was still hard, she quickly turned her back to him and bend over. He just as quickly sent his prick back into her cunt and fucked her doggy fashion.
When he pulled out of her cunt, she stayed in the same position. "Now put it in again!" she told him.
Quickly he shut off the water and spread a thick soapy lather all over his cock to make it slippery. Her full, round boobs hung down and swayed as he brought the head of his prick to her pussy. Her tender cunt lips stretched open as he pressed into her. She let out an excited cry and could feel that the bulbous-shaped head of his cock was inside her. He grabbed her firmly by her hips and sent two inches of shaft into her.
"Now you're doing it, honey," she encouraged. "Get it up in there. Remember how worried I was about it, the first time you did it like this?"
"You sure aren't afraid of it now," he panted. "You like getting it doggie fashion better than any woman I know."
She laughed softly. "Why shouldn't I? I know the guy who is plugging me this way isn't going to go out and brag about it to anyone, and spread the news all over town."
"That's the big advantage of doing it at home. We share a secret and we protect it."
She pushed back against him and wriggled her ass around while he leaned into her, sending his cock in deeper.
That's half of it. Want more?"
"I want it all," she said breathlessly. "Even if you are hung like a horse."
"When your husband comes home tonight, I don't want to see you walking funny."
"Don't mention him when you have your prick in my cunt," she scolded. "It makes me nervous and takes my attention away from how good it feels."
He got it all the way to his balls and then pulled back. He went back in again, again and again. She moved her hips faster and faster, keeping in rhythm to his thrusting movements. When she realized he was getting close to the big bang, she reached down to tease and torment her clit.
She leaned heavily against him and his groin kept slamming into her ass cheeks, driving his cock into her like a piston. He reached under her and grabbed hold of her boobs. She screamed out in orgasm just as he bellowed and pounded her ass for all he was worth.
Sometime later, they stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. While he got dressed to go to the office, she put on her negligee and went down stairs to the kitchen, where she could express her appreciation for what he'd done by fixing him a man-sized breakfast.
He came down and seated himself in front of a plate of eggs home fries and ham. She watched him eat like he'd been chopping wood all morning. It pleased her that he enjoyed her meals so much.
"When I see those characters on TV commercials, wolfing down their breakfast cereal and making silly faces, I'm so happy my lover eats like a real man," she said.
They chatted merrily through breakfast. Then when it was over and he was about to get up from the table, she said, "Darling, there's something I'd like to discuss with you and put your mind at ease about."
"Oh? What is that, Joyce?" he asked.
"I don't want you to feel you have to stop dating girls, just because you have a good thing going here," she told him. "I don't expect you to be faithful to me, or any of that silly nonsense."
"Really?"
"I have a good reason," she said. "If you're making out with girls, that's our best cover. When you're going after all the pussy you can get, people won't suspect you're fucking your neighbor's wife. If a normal, healthy, horny stud like you isn't dating girls, folks might begin to think you're getting all the pussy you need next door, if you know what I mean."
He looked at her and grinned. "I understand. I'm sure glad you have all that figured out. You're not only a hot piece of ass, you're a very intelligent woman. I'm relieved that you won't be getting up tight about me dating girls and making out with them."
He pulled open her negligee and put his hand on her cunt while he gave her a good bye kiss.
"If you don't take your hand of my cunt, you won't get to the office at all, because I won't let you leave the house," she warned him. This is a silly time to be going to the office anyway. It's almost noon."
"Give your pussy a good rest this afternoon. Don't let anyone else have it."
"Don't be a smart ass," she said. "Or I'll cut you off."
"You can't do that," he argued. "It's all right for a wife to cut off her husband. Wives do that all the time. But I'm different."
"Good-bye, dear. Have a nice afternoon at the office. What would you like for breakfast tomorrow?"
"Pussy!"
She laughed. That's not in my recipe books."
It was a shocking thing to be told at first. After screwing her every morning for the past eight months, he learned her husband was going away on a month long business trip and taking her with him. Marc knew why the old man insisted she go along. For one thing, he had his doubts she could go that long without getting laid. For another, he had good reason to believe she was getting a little on the side anyway. Marc knew she was getting plenty, and he was the one who was giving it to her.
Albert was convinced that if he left without his wife, she would make out like a whore while he was gone, even with the neighbors living here in the house and keeping an eye on her. And he didn't want that. He believed that her pussy belonged to him and no one else should have a poke at it.
Joyce couldn't very well refuse and arouse his suspicions even more, so she told him she thought it was a wonderful idea, and that it was very thoughtful of him.
Then Marc got another surprise. His own parents decided to take an extended vacation, and just before they left, his mother's old business partner Louise came to visit them. His mother was embarrassed to tell her that she had arrived just as she and her husband were about to leave.
But Louise put her at ease. She said Marc would be there and they would get along fine together. Right away Marc saw some interesting possibilities here. Louise was a beautiful woman. Maybe she was hot cunted too, like every other older woman he knew. He liked the idea of being alone in the house with Louise while his parents were gone. Her husband wouldn't be there to give her what she needed when she needed it, and how long could she go before her pussy felt desperate for a stiff prick?
Before she left, his mother took him to one side and warned him. "Now you behave yourself while I'm gone. If you don't you'll send her into shock."
"You think so, Mom?"
"If she finds out you're a horny young stud who wants to get into her panties, she'll go bananas," Carla told him. "She'll blab to our friends and relatives about how you tried to make it with your mother's friend. And then they'll start thinking that if you'd make a try for her then nobody's safe."
"I see...."
"So you behave yourself while she's here. Understand?"
He assured her he'd be on his best behavior and his mother looked relieved.
As soon as his parents left, he went all out to make Louise feel she was welcome and that he wanted her to have a good time. He took her out to dinner and then to a dance. Louise was delighted with him. While they danced, she pressed up close to him, like she was trying to feel his big, hard cock with her pussy. Then he was delighted. By the time he brought her home from the dance, he knew lovely Louise had the hots for him.
That first night when he and Louise were alone in the house together, nothing happened. She went to bed in the guest bedroom while he went into his room and stayed there. The next night was a different story. By then he knew for certain she was interested in him and she knew he felt lustful urges toward her.
When it was bedtime, they locked the doors, turned out the lights and went upstairs to bed. She went into her bedroom and he went into his.
He lay naked on the bed, his huge erection sticking up in the air, its rigid condition caused by the thoughts he was having about Louise. Now that they were alone in the house and there was nothing to stop them from getting together, he was no longer as certain of some things as he had been. He wasn't at all sure he could slip across the hall and crawl into bed with her without her getting all upset and ordering him back to his own room.
That would be very embarrassing, even humiliating, he told himself, if he let her know he had come into her bedroom to fuck her and she wouldn't have any part of it. , For a while he lay there telling himself how easy it would be. She had shown him she was a hot, sexy woman and she was probably lying in bed as eager to have his cock between her legs as he was to put it there. But she could still refuse him.
It could get to be pretty sticky, a guy letting her know he wanted to fuck her and hoping his parents would never figure out what was going on. Old Fred wouldn't take kindly to him looking after his Louise's pussy while she was staying there. Yes, if her husband found out about it, he'd probably explode.
In her bedroom, Louise wasn't feeling peaceful and relaxed either. After her shower, she dried herself off and paced back and forth in the nude. She wasn't much interested in going to bed. If her handsome roomie were getting in with her, that would be quite a different matter. She'd get into bed fast enough then.
Maybe she could get into bed and lie there feeling confident that he would come to her, she thought. Surely she had made it clear to him that if he had the guts to come to her room and get into bed with her, she would make him feel welcome. Surely he didn't believe she'd send him back to his own room.
Then she looked at it from his point of view. For a young man to walk into a bedroom and get into bed with a friend of his mom's, having intentions of climbing on top of her and shoving his prick into her cunt-would take more nerve than any young man could be expected to have.
No, if she wanted him in her bed with her, she would have to take hold of his hand and lead him there, she told herself. Which would take more nerve than any young woman should be expected to have.
But something had to be done, she thought, or it would go in like this night after night, each one afraid of taking that final step. Then his parents would be back from that month long trip and this wonderful opportunity would be lost. She made up her mind that wasn't going to happen.
How about if she simply walked into his bedroom told him she didn't like being in bed by herself, and asked him if he'd be a dear and sleep with her while his parents were away? That should settle the matter, she told herself. He certainly wouldn't refuse her. She felt sure he was just waiting for her to invite him to get into bed with her. And once he got that far, he would handle everything from that point on. All he needed was for her to make the first move.
But that was so crude. She hoped she could be a little more subtle than that. If that was the best she could do, she might just as well tell him flat out she wanted him to forget who she was and who he was. She would admit she had a severe case of the hots for him and she wanted him to fuck her. That would make him sit up and take notice, she told herself.
What she finally decided to do was go into his room, sit on the side of the bed and have an innocent family chat with him, and whatever happened after that . . .let it happen.
She reached into her closet for her thin satiny negligee and put it on without anything under it. She tied it loosely in the middle and crossed the hall to his room. The light was on when she opened the door and she saw a spectacle she wouldn't forget in a hurry. There he was, naked, lying on his back, with his prick standing straight up. It would have sent a thrill through the heart of any normal, healthy, hot cunted woman.
"Darling," she said nervously. "What are you doing?"
"Just lying here, Louise, thinking of you."
"Of me? What do you mean?"
"I was thinking of you across the hall, lying in your bed, and I was wondering if you were feeling kinda lonesome, like I am."
"I was feeling lonesome," she admitted, as she seated herself on the side of his bed. "That's why I came in here. I thought if you weren't asleep, we could talk. This is one of those times when I don't like being in bed by myself."
"Me neither," he said. That's no fun. Why don't you lie down here beside me? Spend the night here in bed with me. I'll make you feel loved and protected."
"I-I couldn't do that," she stammered. "Much as I'd like to. You can't imagine how much I want to lie down beside you and cuddle up to you. But I simply can't."
"Why not? No one will ever know. Mom and Dad, and your husband Fred will never find out you got into bed with me while we were here by ourselves. We can do all kinds of things, whatever we want, and who will be the wiser?"
"You make it sound like you're thinking about something naughty," she said.
"What I mean is...what a woman and a young man do when they are alone together is no one's business but theirs."
"That's true, darling," she agreed, finding it almost impossible to take her eyes from his prick. "That is an impressive looking erection you have there. It must be bothering you something awful. Were you playing with yourself before I came in?"
He grinned at her. "Not exactly. like I said. I was thinking of you, and I guess I kinda touched it a little, making believe it was you fondling my cock. Suddenly, it sprang right up, like it is now. It always does that when I think of a beautiful woman like you."
"Darling, it isn't good for you to be all tensed up like you are now," she told him. "You need to get some relief. A strong, healthy male like you should have a regular sexual outlet, for when you get to feeling like this. You need a woman nearby who understands your problem and will do something for you. And who will be discreet about it."
"I sure do," he agreed. "That's what I need, all right.
Can you suggest someone?"
"Can't you think of someone who fits that description? Someone you like an awful lot, and who-likes you?"
"Sure, Louise. You."
"Now stop teasing me."
"I'm not teasing you, Louise. I mean it. No one would ever know you were being good to me. And I'd be awfully good to you. And who would ever suspect we were being good to each other?"
"If you're talking about us having sex together, that is a terrible thing to suggest," she told him, making out like she was a little shocked by him.
"You'll be away from Fred for a month or more," he reminded her. "Are you going to go that long without getting laid? Can you go that long without having to have a little on the side? Would you do that and deny yourself? And deny me, just because I'm your old partner's son?"
"Darling, stop talking nonsense," she said. "You know how much I care about you."
"Taking her hand in his, he placed it on his cock. "Feel it, Louise. Move your hand up and down on it. Stroke it. Play with it."
"Marc! Shame on you!" she gasped. But she didn't take her hand away from his turgid prick. She kept it there and, before long, she was playing with it.
"Mmmmm...that's nice, just what I was hoping you would do tonight. It's what I've always wanted, my friend Louise holding onto my cock, stroking it."
Her negligee was gaping open at the front and he could see her full, round tits of soft but firm creamy flesh. He reached over and took hold of one, fondling and caressing it. She didn't say anything. She just gazed at him with lust in her eyes as she stroked his big, long boner.
"You're getting me all hot and excited," she warned.
"You're doing the same for me," he replied. "I like it. Oh, this is great. I can hardly believe we've finally come this far, you playing with my prick and me feeling your tits."
While he excitedly fondled her round fleshy boob, she leaned over him and pressed her mouth onto his in a kiss that was filled with heat and passion. The kiss went on and on while she moved her hand up and down on his cock.
When she finally let him come up for air, she said, "I have to admit I like the way you kiss, you nasty boy. You didn't kiss me like that when your mother was watching us."
"When a guy has a hard-on, it's better if his mother doesn't see it," he teased. "Or your Fred either, for that matter."
"I'm certainly glad he can't see what we're doing right now," she breathed before she kissed him some more.
"Yeah, he'd freak right out if he could see what you're doing with my cock. But I like what you're doing. I like it better with your hand on it instead of mine."
"While you feel my tits, you bad boy."
"I want to do more than just feel them. I want to kiss and lick them all over. And suck on your nipples."
He pulled open her negligee so he could get a good look at her tits and her nest of pussy hair. When the garment was parted, she shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop down to her hips as she sat on the side of the bed.
As she gazed at her handsome young stud while she stood there totally nude herself, she couldn't hold out any longer. When she shrugged off her negligee, she seemed to have discarded her inhibitions along with it. She got onto the bed with him, determined now to get what she had come into the bedroom for. She flung a leg over him and brought her pussy up over the head of his upright cock. Lodging the huge swollen knob securely between her warm moist cunt lips, she began to settle herself onto it. His eager hands came up and grabbed her jiggling tits while she lowered herself onto his long, thick cock, until her thighs were resting on his and she had it all up inside her.
"Oh...this is great, Louise," he said, grinning up at her. "Having my prick in your cunt is even better than I imagined it would be. You're really wild, once you let yourself go. I was right. I knew you'd be a terrific piece of ass, that you were really hot for fucking tonight."
"I've got news for you," she said excitedly. "I was hot for you last night. As hot for you then as I am right now. If you'd come into my bedroom then, you could have had my pussy as easily as you're having it tonight."
"That's a lost opportunity," he said, making humping movements beneath her. "We'll just have to make up for it now. Even if it takes all night."
The first fuck was over almost as soon as it had begun. She let out a joyful shriek and climaxed. At the same time, she experienced the thrill of having his hot semen jetting up into her. She rolled off of him and lay on her back, panting and gasping.
And just as quickly, he rolled over on top of her, shoved his prick back into her pussy and he fucked her like this was the first time they were doing it.
In shocked disbelief she found herself being swept through one orgasm after another. She felt his cock buck and jerk inside her and spew out his sperm, but that hardly even slowed him down. She had given him her pussy and he was making the most of it.
She soon found that this wasn't going to be a simple fuck, after which she would go back to her room and get into bed. He was going after her pussy with his tireless cock like he had no intentions of ever quitting. And he was making it so steamy for her, she hoped he never would.
After he gave her pussy an unbelievably sensational fucking, he crawled up over her, his buttocks flattening her melon-size tits, and he had the nerve to thrust his prick into her mouth for her to suck him off. She didn't object. Indeed! She seemed only to eager to show him she knew how to give a horny young stud like him a blow job he'd still remember when he was an old man.
After she sucked him off twice, his prick was still hard and he thrust it between her jiggling tits and fucked her boobs. Then he fucked her armpit. Just when she was beginning to wonder where else he could put it, she rolled over onto her belly, pulled her rear end up into the air, and drove his cock into her pussy from behind. It was a whole new experience for her. She'd never had a prick as often in one night.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marc was quite content with the pussy he was getting. For over a month (it turned out to be five weeks) while his parents were away, he had a wonderful time screwing Louise. Their sexual activities weren't confined to the bedroom at night either. He threw a fuck into her as soon as he got home from the office, before they sat down to supper. And he never got out of bed in the morning until after they had fucked for an hour or more.
During those five weeks, he was away from the office a lot and he spent that time with her. He took her places and they did fun things together. He made her feel she was being courted all over again.
They went on several picnics and he fucked her in a field, in the long grass by a gently flowing stream, with birds singing in the trees overhead.
They went to the city where they dined in fine restaurants and they took in the theatre and fucked in a luxurious hotel. Small wonder she didn't want to go back to Fred when Carla and her husband returned.
She stayed a few more days, visiting with her friends and then went back home, to make up with Fred after their heated argument, which was the reason she packed up and came to stay here.
The first time he and Joyce got together again, she said, "You are really terrible. You did exactly what I thought you would do. You slept with that woman while your father and mother were away."
Instead of telling her he didn't he said, "How do you know I did?"
"Women just know these things," she replied. "I can look at a woman and tell if she's getting laid. She just didn't look like she'd gone a whole five weeks without her pussy being looked after. She looked like she'd had all the cock a woman could wish for, which I'm sure is what she got."
"That's marvelous, that you can tell things like that. That's a real gift."
"Well, anyway, I'm relieved that she didn't get upset when you made a play for her," she said, her scolding over with. "Does she suspect anything...about you and me?"
He grinned at her. "She more than suspects, Joyce. She knows. She's a smart lady, too, just like you. We were in bed one night, fooling around and teasing each other, and she told me she knew I was screwing a neighborhood wife. I asked her how she knew that and she said that any guy who got so much enjoyment out of sleeping with women and fucking, wouldn't pass up a chance to make it with his own lovely neighbor, when the husband wasn't around."
Joyce groaned. "I hope she can keep her mouth shut."
"She will," he assured her. "And she hopes you will too. She said you would soon figure out we were sleeping together and fucking during the five weeks my folks were away."
With Louise gone, Marc soon returned to his regular schedule. Every morning after her husband had left the house, Marc crawled into bed with his neighbor Joyce and spent an hour or more fucking her.
He was getting so much pussy from her, and from Delia and Judith whenever he felt like a little variety, he didn't mind doing without on Saturday and Sunday when he didn't get any. Except now and then when Joyce's old man spent all day Saturday golfing with his buddies. When that happened, as soon as the old man's car pulled out of the driveway, he and Joyce hurried up to her bedroom, took off their clothes and got into bed. Then while the old guy spent all day on the golf course, Marc spent the day keeping his wife in a state of ecstasy. He made love to her like it was the most natural thing in the world for a guy to fuck his neighbor's wife.
If what he was doing was sinful and wicked, Joyce and Delia were no better. They constantly assured themselves it was all right for a woman to show a lover how much they loved him.
Joyce took him to bed with her, felt a sense of joy as he climbed on top of her, and cried out with delight when she had his prick buried deep in her cunthole.
No, he had no need for more pussy. Yet some amorous female was always offering him hers.
Chasing after cunt had never been one of his strong points, because he'd never had to do it. Of all the girls he knew, aged 18 to 20, most of them never hesitated to climb all over him whenever they got the chance, which considerably annoyed their fianc's or steady boyfriends.
That often caused a hassle and he much preferred to burn up his energy fucking, rather than fighting. So he was more inclined to accept the pussy of an attractive married woman when she offered it to him. Of the women in the neighborhood, there was always at least one who was using various clever little ways to let him know her cunt was available to him. She also made certain her husband, neighbors and friends never found out he was sneaking into her home.
So he was seldom in any danger of coming up against an outraged husband. Fucking a married woman seemed safer than screwing a single girl and finding himself the target of a jealous boyfriend or fianc', or an irate father who didn't take kindly to him screwing his daughter.
But nevertheless, single pussy was always coming his way and Marc never passed up any of it.
One day he had a business meeting at the college and when he came out, he met one of the students, Helga, Ilsa Browning's 20 year old daughter.
"What do you hear from your mother?" he asked.
She gave him a knowing smile. "Plenty. She writes me twice a week. You must have really shown her a good time during the two weeks she was here, because she still thinks about you. She mentions you in every one of her letters."
The chatted for a while and then he said, "how about you ducking out on all your ardent admirers and spend some time with me?"
"I see. If you can't have Mom anymore, try to make do with the daughter, eh?"
"Now wait a minute-"
She laughed. "Don't get upset. I'm only kidding. But you are asking me for a date, aren't you?"
"Yes, a weekend date," he replied. "My folks are going away for the weekend and I'll have the house all to myself. I figure you and I could have a wonderful time together. Being alone in the house all weekend, just the two of us, we could get to know each other well."
"You mean intimately?"
"Yes. Very intimately."
"like you knew Mom intimately during the two weeks she was alone with you in that house?"
"Well, we did become friends. We were very close."
"I can believe that. You two were probably so close there wasn't even a nightie between you and her."
"So how about it? Getting away from your dorm room for a weekend will be a pleasant change," he told her.
"It sure will," she agreed. "I'll have to think up something to tell my sister. If she knows I'm spending the weekend at your house, she'll want to come too. God, Tris really has the hots for you."
"She has? That's good to know," he said, grinning.
"Yeah. I shouldn't have told you that. You'll probably get into her panties now, as quick as you did Mom's."
"You won't have to worry about me getting into your sister's panties if I'm busy getting into yours."
"Is that what your game plan is?"
"Well, I have to make you feel wanted and appreciated," he explained. "If I don't make a try for your pussy, you'll think there's something wrong with you."
"Sure, but the thing is, my folks trust me."
"Glad to hear it," he said. "Can you trust yourself?"
"Probably not," she admitted. "Not with my sister ready to jump you if I don't."
"You aren't afraid to spend a weekend with me, are you?"
"No, besides, I would like to live a little."
"You'll do a lot of living at my place this weekend," he promised.
"Okay. I'll be there," she agreed. "It sounds like it will be fun."
"Life is what you make it," he said. "Ask your mother."
At nine o'clock Saturday morning, he watched his parents' car pull out of the driveway and five minutes after that the phone rang.
"Is the coast clear?" Helga asked.
He laughed. "Your timing is great. The folks just left and I'm alone here. So get your sweet little ass over here, so I can give it a good feel."
"How do you get away with talking like that?" she asked. "A girl would have to be out of her mind to go to your place after you've said a thing like that. You're telling her flat out what she's in for, if she does."
"Okay," he said agreeably. "How about hurrying over here so we can sit on the couch and do some innocent smooching? I want to spend the day telling you how sweet and gorgeous you are, and kiss you until you swoon."
"Now that's more like it," she told him. "A girl can go for that and still kid herself that it's all going to be innocent and harmless. And after awhile, if we kinda get carried away and you start feeling my ass, well, that's just something we didn't anticipate."
"You're staying the night with me, aren't you?"
"You better believe I am. When will your folks be back?"
"Monday, around noon."
"Then I'll spend Sunday night with you, too."
"Do you want me to call for you?"
"No. It's just a ten minute walk to your place from the campus. I'm slipping out of here with just an overnight bag. I don't want everyone here knowing I'm going to spend the weekend with you."
"Does your sister know?"
"Oh sure. She said to tell you that if you know what's good for you, you'll give her equal time some other weekend. If not, she's going to raise hell."
"Tell her I promise," he said with a pleased grin.
Ten minutes later there was a knock on the front door and he hurried to answer it. It was Helga, carrying her overnight bag. He led her in and closed the door behind her. It locked automatically.
"You look great, Helga," he told her. "That's a pretty dress you're wearing."
"I chose one that I hoped would get you turned on to my equipment," she said with a giggle.
"You're a bad girl," he told her.
"Not yet I'm not. But I'm sure I will be after a weekend here with you."
"Is that what you're hoping for?"
"I'll be disappointed if it doesn't turn out that way."
"Helga, the last thing I'd ever do is disappoint you."
"Good," she teased. "You didn't disappoint my mother, so I'm sure you won't disappoint me either."
He led her over to the couch and they sat down. Then she snuggled up to him. It wasn't long until her hand was on the big bulge in the front of his pants. Her fingers touched his zipper.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"I want to see it," she told him.
"You want to take it out?"
"Yes."
"Then go ahead. Do it," he invited. She undid his zipper and as she hauled out his big solid boner, she was shocked at how long it was.
"Good grief, you must have frightened Mom half to death when you showed her this."
"She was a little nervous about it at first," he admitted. "But she got over it. After two weeks of having it in her pussy day and night, she didn't want to leave it and go back home."
"I probably won't want to leave it after this weekend," she said. "Even if I'm not sure I can handle one this huge. God, I had no idea a guy could be hung like this. The guys I've known don't even come close."
"You mean I won't be breaking in a virgin this weekend?" he teased.
She looked at him for a moment. "I'm 20 years old," she reminded him. "Show me a 20-year-old girl who's still a virgin and I'll show you a liar or a nun."
"How did you lose it?" he asked.
"You really want to know that?" She giggled as she played with his prick.
"Sure. I'd really like to hear about it," he assured her. "You tell me how you lost yours and I'll tell you about my first time. It'll be a fun way to get to know more about each other."
While he was talking, he got her dress unzipped down the back and her bra unfastened. Slowly he eased the garments down around her waist, exposing her luscious pair of full, round, pillowy tits. While she held onto his prick, he fondled her velvety soft mounds of tittie flesh. They hugged and kissed and soon were into some hot and passionate necking. It wasn't long until she was hot and excited enough to tell him what he wanted to know.
"A friend of my parents came to stay with us for a couple of weeks," she explained. "He was about 40 and real good-looking. I had the hots for him. When no one was around, he and I talked about sex. He asked me if I still had my cherry and I told him I did. He said that when my mother still had hers, she was hot to find out what it was like to be fucked and she let him break her cherry."
'That's interesting," he said.
That shocked me at first, hearing that Mom had let this guy, a friend of my dad's actually, fuck her," she said. "But it got me all hot and horny too. I wondered what it would be like for him to fuck me too. Then I asked him if he'd break me in, like he had Mom years before. There was no one but us in the house, so we went up to my room and took off our clothes. We got onto the bed together and did some petting, just like you and I are doing now. Then he climbed over me, eased his hard cock into my pussy and I was in ecstasy-all afternoon."
"Wow! That's an exciting story," he told her.
"He fucked me every day after that," she said. Then on the fourth day, my sister walked in on us. And from then on, he was fucking both Tris and me."
"He sure had a good thing going," he said.
There's more," she said. "One day while Dad was at the office, Tris and I were both out somewhere. I came back home sooner than I was expected, and where do you think Uncle Walter was? He was in Mom's bedroom with Mom. Both of them were naked and she was sprawled out on the bed with him on top of her. Uncle Walter was fucking her for all he was worth and Mom was moaning and giggling like she was getting the best fucking a woman could ever wish for. After all those years they were still enjoying their fucking whenever they got a chance."
While he had been listening to her story, his hand found it's way under her dress, worked it's way inside her panties and came to rest on her cunt. He had a finger in her pussy-hole and she was wriggling around like she had an itch where she couldn't scratch.
It didn't take them long to get out of their clothes. Then they snuggled up in each other's arms again. After several hot passionate kisses, she said, "Now, you."
"Now me, what?"
"Tell me how you got your first pussy."
"There was this good-looking, 39-year-old married woman who lived a few doors over from us," he explained. "She was a good friend of Mom's and she liked me a lot. I passed her place every day on my way home."
"You made it with an older married woman?" she asked.
"Yeah. She was out there one day, looking at her flowers and she gave me a warm, loving smile, which made me stop and talk to her," he said. "She led me into the house and we sat together on the couch. I soon figured out that she was feeling hot and horny, and realized she was coming on to me. She started hugging and kissing me, and I really liked that.' "I'll bet," Helga giggled.
"She asked me if I'd had a woman yet and I had to admit I hadn't," he went on. "She said that it was a crying shame, because a strong, healthy, rugged young man like me needed a woman. She said other guys my age were screwing girls and having a wonderful time. Then she asked me if I'd like to fuck her and find out how good it could be. I told her I wanted that more than anything in the world."
"I'm sure you did," Helga said.
"She took me upstairs and we took off our clothes," he said. "God, when I saw her naked, I got so hot and excited, I thought I'd cum right then and there. That's what she thought too, I guess; that if we started doing it, I wouldn't last two seconds. She had to calm me down a bit. The next thing I knew, she was on her knees in front of me and she had my prick in her mouth."
"Oh, wow!" Helga gasped.
"She didn't get much of a chance to suck on it," he told her. "In a matter of seconds, my hot load was gushing down her throat. She swallowed it all and went on sucking, until she felt sure my cock was going to stay up. Then she got onto the bed, lay on her back and spread her legs. As I climbed over her, she took my cock and stuffed it in her cunthole. I pushed and I went right up in there. God, that was really something. I lay there on top of her for two hours, fucking her."
"Finally, she told me I had to stop. She said I had to put my clothes on and get out of there before her husband got home from the office. Then she told me to come by her place the next day. She said the door would be unlocked and I was to come right on in and lock the door behind me. She'd be ready and waiting."
"How long did that go on?" Helga asked.
"Every afternoon for about a year," he replied. Then her mother came to live with her and I didn't get much chance to fuck her after that. But we still fuck now and then, when we get the chance."
He had his hand on her cunt, fingering her pussy-hole, and Helga was so hotly aroused she couldn't keep her ass still. She pressed her mouth onto his in a hot French kiss that went on and on. When their lips finally parted, he kissed and licked his way to her swaying boobs and started sucking on the nipples. That, along with his finger in her twat was too much for her. She let out a blissful cry and climaxed.
When she had at last caught her breath, she said, "Let's take our clothes off. I want you to see me naked."
"I want that too, Helga," he said, starting to strip.
She took everything off and the sight of her naked body sent thrilling sensations all through him. He stared at her cunt, which didn't have a hair on it.
"I wondered why I didn't feel any pussy hair when I had my hand inside your panties," he told her.
She laughed. "Last night, just for kicks, a friend and I shaved each other's cunt."
"What a refreshing sight," he exclaimed. "I love a bare cunt. You can see what you're eating."
"I like your sense of humor. Anyway, we thought it was a nice idea. We enjoyed doing it."
"I'll bet you did," he said, grinning at her. "Is that all you two did, just shave each other's twat?"
"You mean, did we do anything naughty?" she replied. "Well, I suppose people would say that what we did wasn't very nice. But we don't see it that way. If I enjoy kissing, licking and sucking my friend's cunt, it's no one's business but hers and mine. And I don't see any harm in her eating my pussy, or sucking on my nips. We just like to have fun when we're alone together."
"I don't see anything wrong with two good friends eating each other," he told her. "And there's nothing wrong with a friends fucking either."
"You're very sweet and understanding," she told him. "God, most guys, after they'd heard what I've told you, would freak right out."
She pranced around naked in front of him, which got him so steamed up, his long stiff prick was quivering. Seeing that sent sensuous lustful thrills all through her.
"Oh Helga, baby, you look so good. I'm going to shoot a wad, just looking at you," he told her.
"Oh don't do that," she said. "I mean, don't waste it, just firing it across the living room. I can think of more fun things to do than me cleaning up your cummy mess off your mother's carpeting."
"Okay. What do you suggest?"
"Well, let me have it. I want it."
"Baby, you're going to get it. You don't need to worry about that. By the time this weekend is over, you'll be filled with it, right up to your eyeballs. I'm going to pump it into all your holes."
"All my holes?"
"Well, maybe not your nose or in your ass. But you know what I mean."
"I'm afraid I do," she told him. "Maybe I should have brought my sister with me after all. She could take some of the pressure off roe. I'm not sure I can wear you out all by myself. Not in one weekend anyway. I'll have to have more time than that."
"Too late to worry about that now," he said, grinning at her. "Anyway, she wouldn't be any help. She'd only make things complicated. If she looks as hot and sexy as you do, dancing around in front of me, she'd only stir me up more than I am already."
"You're right," she agreed. "Besides, if my mother was able to bring that monstrous prick under control, then I can too. I just wish I had two weeks to work on it, like she had. But I'll do the best I can in two days and two nights."
That's the spirit," he said with growing lust and excitement. "You look every bit as good as your mother, and I have a feeling that once I have my prick buried in your hot pussy, I won't miss her as much as I have been."
She laughed. "Who do you think you're kidding? You most-likely haven't had time to miss her. I'll bet she hadn't even got back home yet, before you were screwing some other married woman around here."
While he sat there on the couch with his legs apart and his pecker sticking straight up, she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her fingers entwined about the sturdy shaft and she began stroking it. At the same time, her other hand grasped his balls and played with them.
"That's it, baby," he gasped. "Play with it. Oh, I like the way you fondle my balls."
It was obvious to him she was no stranger to what she was doing. She was stunned by the size of his prick, but she wasn't afraid of it. She gazed at it like she wanted to make it an important part of her life.
Just when he was sure she was going to start sucking on his cock, she moved her face right past it and began kissing and licking his balls.
"Oh, Helga, you'll really make me cum if you do that," he warned.
That didn't seem to worry her. She took her own sweet time giving his balls a good going over and when she finally finished with them, she kissed and licked her way up from them, all the way to the head of his prick. Then she slipped her mouth over the swollen knob, just as he shot off his load. She swallowed frantically at first, as though for a moment she wasn't sure she could handle his gushing stream. Then she was in control of the situation and she went on sucking him off, until he let loose with another spurting charge. Still she continued to suck and the more she did it, the more erotic pleasure she brought to him.
"Oh baby, you're just like your mother," he groaned in breathless ecstasy. "Can you ever suck cock!"
"How many times did Mom suck you off that first time?" she asked.
"Not as much as she could have," he panted. "She would have kept at it forever, but I pulled her off of it, so I could eat her pussy."
She thought that was a great idea. She got to her feet and seated herself beside him, her legs spread.
"Okay then. Your turn. Do me."
He got onto his knees between her lovely thighs and thrust his face into her crotch. His mouth came to rest on her closely shaved twat and he covered it with loving kisses and erotic licks.
"Oh Marc!" she shrieked. "Oh that feels wonderful!"
Flinging her legs into the air, she brought them to rest over his shoulders, her heels on his back. She grabbed hold of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, and she pulled him tighter to her snatch. He kissed, licked and sucked, and soon her pussy started to spasm. The delicious sensations that were sweeping through her now made her delirious with lust and passion.
"Oh wow! You really know how to eat pussy! No wonder Mom hated to leave you and go back home."
He flicked his tongue back and forth over her swollen clitoris and that really set her off. She wriggled her ass like mad. He grabbed a hold of both cheeks of her rear end and tried to hold her steady. Then he went on kissing, licking and sucking. He had her trembling like a leaf in a high wind. She climaxed again, and again after that. Her warm juices wet his face and chin, but it didn't stop him. He didn't even slow down. By the time he had her popping off every few minutes she was pushing at his head, feebly trying to get his licking, sucking mouth away from her cunt.
"Please, Marc," she panted. "Let me catch my breath!"
He raised his head, licked his lips and smiled at her.
"You aren't ready to quit already, are you?" he asked. "When your mother was staying here, she could sit here and take it while I ate her cunt for over an hour at a time."
"She really liked it, huh?" she panted.
"Did she ever. I ate her cunt in the morning, afternoon, and evening, and throughout the night when I wasn't fucking her. And still she was eager for more. She loved having my head between her legs."
"Well I love it too," she insisted. "But you're spoiling me for making it with anyone else. If I lose you, I'll never find a guy who loves eating cunt as much as you do."
"You don't have to worry about that for a while," he told her. "You still have one year of college before you go back home. In the meantime, you keep this sweet-tasting cunt smoothly shaved like it is now and my mouth will never be far away from it."
"Is that a promise?" she asked.
"You can bet your ass on it and never be afraid of losing it," he told her. "Which reminds me, speaking of your ass, much as your mother loved having me eat her pussy, what really set her off was when I licked her asshole. Turn around and shove your ass into my face. I'll show you why your mother loved it so much when I kissed and licked all over and around her bumhole."
She wasn't about to pass up anything that sounded that sinful and delightful. She quickly turned around. Kneeling on the couch, she stuck her ass out and shoved it back at him. He thrust his face into the valley between her ass cheeks and, the next thing she knew, she felt him kiss her tender pucker.
"Marc!" she shrieked. "Oh wow! Mom let you do that?"
CHAPTER NINE
Marc told her gleefully, "Your mother stayed in this house for two weeks. You wouldn't believe how much of that time I spent with my nose in the crack of her ass."
Conversation ended when he pressed his mouth back onto the sensitive pucker of Helga's asshole. For a long time he kissed and licked all over and around it while she cried out, squealed, shrieked and wriggled her ass against his face. She did everything she knew how to let him know she enjoyed having his face pressed against her ass.
While he made oral love to her asshole, he kept a finger in her pussy, his thumb teasing her sensitive clit. His other hand was on one of her tits. He had her sailing through one climax after another until she whimpered happily.
"How about that, baby?" he asked, getting to his feet. "You like that?"
She stood up and threw her arms about his neck. "Oh that was just fantastic. Wow! I don't have to be told that
Mom liked that. If you did that to her very often while she was here, you must have just about driven her out of her mind."
While he held her in his arms, his hands were on both cheeks of her shapely, firm ass. They kissed with lust and passion over and over again.
When they finally came up for air, he said, "Let's go upstairs now and fuck."
She laughed gleefully. "I thought you'd never get around to that."
He led her upstairs to his bedroom and, there by the side of the bed, he held her close and they kissed like the two hot and passionate young lovers they were.
"Oh I've never wanted to fuck anyone so much in my life as I want to fuck you right now, Helga," he whispered in her ear when they took a breath. "I want my prick in your pussy like you can't imagine."
She smiled at him coyly. "In that case, wouldn't it be a good idea if we stopped fooling around and got into bed?"
He looked at her with a pleased grin. He knew the state he had her in. She wanted his cock desperately. She had to have it to soothe and satisfy the fire welling up in her. As soon as he got onto the bed with her, she moved her hand more urgently on his cock until he climbed on top of her.
"Oh darling, yes!" she gasped, lying sprawled on her back, her legs apart, ready to receive his prick.
"You're really hot for it, aren't you?" he said, his voice edged with excitement. "I'm going to really enjoy this, fucking you until you don't know which way is up."
"Don't promise," she giggled. "Do it!"
"Don't think I won't," he said, his voice trembling, his lust for her almost beyond control.
"Put it in me, Marc, like you did to my mother," she cried excitedly. She felt the head of his tool push it's way in past the lips of her hot, moist pussy. "Oh, I want this so much. Fuck me!"
She let out a cry of delight as he eased his long, thick prick deeper into her cunt. She wriggled her ass around and then his hefty tool went right up in there. It was a tight fit, but he went in further and further. She helped all she could while he gave her more and more until she had it all.
"God, you're stretching me to the limit," she cried. "But it feels heavenly. I love it! Shove in more."
To give her more, he had to pull back almost to the head. Then he drove back in. She squealed as he gave her a series of long deep thrusts. Slowly and sensuously he worked his prick back and forth in her hot cunt until she thought the pleasure she was experiencing would be more than she could take. The head of his prick was way up there at the end of her pleasure passage. His entire cock was in her, all the way to his balls that brushed against her asshole.
He fucked her until she moaned loudly. Humping away on top of her with everything he had, he brought her intense joy that far surpassed any she had ever experienced before. This horny stud really knew how to fuck, she told herself. He was so good at everything, at licking her ass and eating her pussy. But most important of all, as far as she was concerned, he was a sensational fucker.
He kept bringing his prick back, until only the head of it was in her twat. Then he pushed it back in again, making her shriek with pleasure. Each time he drove it in, she raised her ass up from the bed and wriggled it all around. When her shapely ass cheeks were back on the mattress, her heels pounded his firm-muscled buttocks.
His prick parted her pussy walls each time it invaded her tunnel of pleasure. While he was pounding it to her, he made her whimper, moan and gasp.
"You're a great piece of ass, Helga," he panted. "You are the most sensational fuck a guy could ever wish for."
He was right up in her, in her so deep while he sucked on one of her tits and his hands held her firmly by her ass. Then he began to really pound it to her. Again and again he thrust in, driving her to the height of pleasure.
He sent exciting ripples of joy and sensuous thrills all through her and she loved him or that. She wanted that to go on and on. She loved the feel of his big, long cock slithering in and out of her tight cunt, poking her in a steady, sensuous rhythm.
She felt herself growing hotter and hotter in her belly. His fabulous cock burrowed in and out of her gripping passage like it was never going to slow down. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her as the walls of her cunt were gloriously stretched by his awesome tool. Her pussy tightened on his driving prick and her belly quivered as he sent her into another orgasm.
"I feel your cock spurting again!" she cried. "Screw me with that magnificent prick!"
She dug her fingers into his back as his tool pounded into her well-fucked cunt. She babbled incoherently, trying to express how much she enjoyed what he was doing.
He drove her body into the mattress with a fury, and she brought her legs up and wrapped them about his back, locking her ankles to hold her position.
With each forward thrust he made, she heaved her ass up to get more cock. Suddenly, the biggest climax of all came over her. Tightening her hold on his humping back, she felt another charge of hot cum gushing into her twat. She moaned, cried and panted as she met it with her own climax. Her body heaved and convulsed. Her hips thrust up at his plunging cock just as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Still holding onto the cheeks of her ass, he fucked her furiously. Then he was there and she felt another hot gushing load flood her cunt.
Then he fell on top of her and they both collapsed, entangled in each other's arms and legs.
When she was able to speak, she whispered in his ear, "Oh Marc, what a wonderful time we're going to have this weekend."
"I knew you'd like it, once you found out how good we can be together," he told her. "Oh Helga, baby, you have the hottest cunt a guy could ever wish for!"
"I agree with that," she said. "We really are good together. We'll fuck each other silly before this weekend is over. Your parents will come back home Monday at noon and we'll be lying here, too fucked out to move."
That would be a sight for them to see, the two of us so worn out and exhausted we couldn't roll off the bed and put some clothes on," he said, grinning at her.
"Would your parents be shocked if they found us like that?" she asked.
"Probably not, since you're about the same age as me and we're both single," he told her. "They know that a normal healthy guy and girl have to fuck. They couldn't go without screwing and they wouldn't expect us to. What would really piss them off is they found me lying here with an older, married woman. like one of the neighbors or one of Mom's friends."
"Would that be apt to happen?"
He laughed. "It sure would. If you hadn't agreed to spend the weekend here with me, I'd have Mom's closest and dearest friend here in bed with me. She lives just down the street and her husband spends his weekends on the golf course. I often go over there on a Saturday or Sunday and we fuck all day long."
"Well, you do have an exciting life, don't you?" she said, sounding a little miffed.
"She's a real sweet lady," he told her. "When she found out I was fucking her daughters as well as her, she didn't get upset about it. She just warned me that I'd better make sure she got her fair share."
"And your folks don't know what's going on?"
"I'm sure Dad doesn't," he said. "But Mom is no dummy. I doubt if I could fuck anyone around here more than twice without her knowing about it. As for her very dear friend, she suspects there's something going on between us, but she doesn't know for sure."
"Well I like that," she said. "That really makes me feel needed. If I hadn't accepted your invitation to come here and spend the weekend with you, you'd have brought someone else in here and fucked her instead."
"That's right," he admitted, grinning at her. "But that works both ways. You were feeling hot and horny, and if I hadn't invited you here so I could fuck you, you'd have just accepted another guy's invitation. And you'd spend today and tomorrow with his prick in your pussy instead of mine."
"The way you explain it, it doesn't sound at all sweet and romantic," she complained.
He cuddled her in his arms and kissed her. "Sure it is. It's very romantic, the two of you here alone and me stuffing your cunt with my prick. But you know the line of that very popular song-When I'm not with the girl that I fuck, I fuck the girl that I'm with."
She laughed. "You've changed the words a little."
"But not the meaning," he assured her.
She rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she stood in front of the dresser mirror and admired herself. She noticed a notepad and pen lying there and she started to scribble something.
"What are you doing?" he asked as he lay on the bed watching her. "Writing your will, maybe? Afraid I'm going to fuck you to death?"
"Just keeping score of what you've done so far," she explained. "I'm going to keep a record of how many times you fuck me this weekend. And what positions we do it in, how often I suck your cock and you eat my pussy. Stuff like that. We'll make like it's a research project, the kind I have to do at college."
"Are you going to turn the results in on Monday?" he asked.
She looked at him with a teasing smile. "No, silly. This is just to satisfy myself. I've heard some interesting stories about you from the girls at the college, about how you can fuck a girl over and over, hour after hour, and not go soft."
"You have? Damn! Well, that just proves what I've always thought. Girls just can't keep their mouths shut when it comes to who fucked them and how often."
"I hate to admit it, but you may be right," she agreed. "God, you wouldn't believe how some of those girls brag about what you did to them, and how once you got started you just didn't quit."
"Shit!" he grumbled. "Mom told me that when she was around 19, a girl felt humiliated if anyone found out a guy was fucking her. Today girls want everyone to know about it, like it's a disgrace if folks think she isn't getting laid."
"Right again," she said, standing by the dresser. "One girl in particular told us her parents went away for the weekend and while they were gone, you were in bed with her, fucking her all through Friday, Saturday and Sunday. She said she kept track of how many times you did it to her and the figure she gave us was so unbelievable, we all scoffed at her. So this weekend I'm going to keep score and see if my total comes close to hers."
When she set the pen down on the dresser, it rolled off the edge onto the floor, then rolled under the dresser. She got down there with her face against the carpeting and her naked ass up in the air, she presented an exciting sight to Marc who was watching from the bed. He had a clear view of her sweet luscious ass cheeks and the tender pucker of her bumhole in the crease between them. He got so hot and excited he could hardly control himself.
"You shouldn't have bent over like that, Helga," he panted, "you don't know what a view like that does to me. I can't look at a girl's bumhole without wanting to suck her rear end."
"Is that what you'd like to do to me now? Lick my ass?"
"You better believe it is. I can just imagine how good it's going to be, my tongue sliding into your asshole."
She sighed. "I might have known it. You're a back door Charlie. You're one of those guys."
"Now wait a minute. I hope you aren't including men's assholes in that remark."
"Why not? An asshole is an asshole."
"like hell it is," he said. "The sight of a man's bare butt turns me off. Seeing the beautiful naked ass of a luscious, sexy creature like you turns me on. There's a world of difference as I see it."
"You're sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. This pecker of mine was designed from a blueprint that calls for it to go into a woman's mouth and a woman's cunt and sometimes in between her tits."
"Okay, okay, I believe you," she said.
"I just want you to understand how much I want to kiss your ass, and then make love to you, doggie style," he told her.
"How do you think you're going to get that big thing in me from behind without splitting me in two?" she asked.
He laughed. "You sound like your mother. She said the same thing, but my boner slid into her pussy very smoothly from that angle. If you're anything like your mother, we're going to have a great time. She took to being fucked from behind like a duck takes to water. like a gull takes to the air. like a-"
"Okay, okay! I got it," she exclaimed. "You think I'm dumb or something, that you have to draw me a picture."
He grinned at her without taking his eyes off her asshole. "I guess I'm like that old retired stud who when asked why he had such great success with women, said, 'First I tell them I'm going to fuck them, then I fuck them, then I tell them that I fucked them."
She got to her feet and put the pen on the dresser. Then she said, "Well, if you insist on kissing my asshole, then you'd better get started."
"Maybe," he teased.
"C'mon, make me slick and slippery," she replied. "Your not going to get out of this room until you clean my ass."
"Oh, all right," he agreed.
And he kissed her there, along the insides of her thighs, and up the backs of her legs. He spread the ample cheeks of her perfect ass and ran his tongue into the crack.
While he was doing that she cheerfully reached for his twitching prick, then massaged the shaft lovingly with her hand. He got the idea she was actually playing with it, but he didn't object. He appreciated the fact she enjoyed his stiff pecker so much.
"There. Your cock is all slick and slippery," she told him. "Now what?"
"Now you get onto your knees by the side of the bed," he replied. "Rest your head and shoulders on the mattress, with your boobs hanging free, so I can hold them and play with them. Stick your ass up in the air."
As soon as she was in position, he crouched behind her and pressed the head of his cock to the tender lips of her pouty little vagina.
"Now you go in real easy," she insisted. "I've never had a prick in my pussy at this angle before, and I don't want you hot rodding in there and hurting me."
"Hey, relax, will you?" he said. "I didn't invite you over here to tear your ass apart. I pride myself on the fact I give a girl pleasure, not pain."
"You'd better be right," she warned. "If I have to hobble out of here, you're in big trouble."
"You saw your mother off when she went to the airport to go back home," he reminded her. "Did she walk funny?"
"Well, no...."
"Okay. For your information, she'd had my prick in her for a whole hour before you came by and picked her up. Your mother never complained once about the way I fucked her this way. And you won't either, if you just relax and let me make it good for you."
"All right, go ahead," she agreed. "I trust you."
Next thing she knew, she felt the head of his cock easing its way into the tender lips of her pussy. Then it was in and going in deeper.
"Good grief," she gasped. "I'm not sure I believe this. I've never let anyone get this deep before. Not even guys I've slept with for months. Now here I am, letting you do it, like you're a privileged character who has a right to have his prick halfway up to my throat."
He laughed. "Well, it's not like you're fooling around with a perfect stranger."
"No stranger is perfect," she replied. "If you were a stranger, I'd be awfully suspicious of what you're doing right now."
"What I mean is, we've done everything else together," he told her. "I've licked and kissed your asshole. I've eaten your pussy and you've sucked my cock. And I fucked you until you were cross-eyed."
She let out a soft moan as he lowered himself over her and gave her love hole more of his cock. He kissed her neck and shoulder, then teased her ear lobe with his lips and tongue. He reached under her and fondled her boobs. Then he tickled and teaser her stiffened clit.
Before long, she could no longer control her body. She squirmed helplessly in response to the hard prick pushing its way into her. Sensations of intense pleasure shot all through her. She gasped for breath and moaned as his throbbing cock sent her to new heights of erotic delight.
"Oh Marc, what are you doing to me?" she whimpered. "I can't believe how good you're making me feel. My God, what a shocking thing this is. I'm letting you fuck me crazy."
"I sure am, baby," he gasped. 'This is going to be great, just like when I fucked your mother. She told me it was the first time she'd ever had a prick this good too. I love it this way, and I'm really happy that you do too."
"This is unbelievable," she said, moaning.
"So are you."
"Oh God, Marc, you're making me cum!" She hardly had time to say it before she was into it, the most sensational climax a girl could ever wish for. She submitted eagerly to his efforts to get his prick deeper into her. She wriggled her ass around and shoved it back into his groin. He brought her off again and again. Now that they were really into it, he seemed to have her crying out in climax every few minutes.
When she was finally able to speak, she said, "Oh stud, this is a shameful thing for me to say, but i love having your prick in my pussy this way."
He grinned with satisfaction. He knew he had her so hotly aroused she didn't know which way was up. This was the first time she had a prick in her doggie-style and she was enjoying it immensely. He pushed and went in deeper.
"Oh, Marc, yes!" she gasped, driving her ass cheeks into his groin.
"Oh Helga, this is great," he panted. "I knew you'd like getting it this way, but I had no idea you'd enjoy it this much. You're so hot and passionate. I want to love you and never stop. I'm going to fuck your pussy until you can't tell me what day it is."
"Do it!" she challenged. "I'm ready for anything now."
His voice was trembling, his lust for her knowing no bounds. "I will, I will."
"Put it in me, sweetheart," she said, breathing raggedly and noisily. "Go in deeper. Oh I want this so much. Come on now, do me good!"
She let out a cry of delight as he eased his long, thick cock deeper into her. She wriggled her ass around and then his shaft went all the way up. It was a tight fit, but he was in to the max, his balls brushing against the lips of her smoothly shaved cunt.
When he moved it back and forth, she helped all she could. He gave it to her, inch after inch she had the entire length again. It was a glorious feeling for both of them. She didn't complain that her cunt was stretched to the limit.
"Oh yes!" she squealed as he gave her a series of long, deep thrusts. Slowly and sensuously he worked his prick back and forth inside her ass until she screamed in joy.
Humping away above and behind her with all his strength, he gave her pleasure which she had never experienced before. He really knew how to fuck a girl, she told herself. He was so good at it. She knew now why her mother looked so happy when she saw her off at the airport. She'd had his boner in her and she was still in a state of ecstasy. He was indeed a sensational fucker.
He kept bringing his prick back, until only the head of it was inside the lips of her vagina. Then he pushed it back in again, all the way to the balls, making her moan with delight. Each time he plunged in, she raised her rear end up high and wriggled it all around.
Her pussy walls got stretched open each time his prick burrowed into her. She wanted to tell him he was the best, but she kept gasping for breath. All she could do while he was humping her was whimper, moan and sigh.
"You're fabulous, Helga," he panted. "You have the most sensational snatch a guy could ever hope to fuck."
At last, she felt him stop for a moment and she had a chance to catch her breath. Her head cleared and she was still thrilled by the idea that she was being fucked so passionately. His huge cock was in her, in her so deep while he fondled her tits and played with her pussy.
He didn't let her rest for long. With a grunt, he began to pound it into her again. Again and again he thrust in while his finger at her clit brought her to one orgasm after another.
Exciting ripples of joy and sensuous pleasure filled through her and she really liked that. She wanted that to go on and on. She loved the feel of his long cock, slithering in and out of her tight love nest, poking her in a steady, rhythm.
She felt heat in her soul, growing hotter and hotter. His fabulous cock burrowed in and out of her squeezing passage like it was never going to stop. Wave after wave of total pleasure rushed through her as the clasping walls of her love tunnel were stretched by his eager cock.
She tightened her muscles around his thrusting piston, showing him how quickly she could get the hang of it. Her belly quivered as he sent her into another climax.
"Yesss!" she shrieked. "Your prick is spurting again. Ram it in me. Over and over!"
She dug her fingers into the mattress, feeling him pounding into her well fucked body. Suddenly, another climax hit her. Tightening her grip on the bed sheet, she felt another charge of hot cum gush up her snatch. She moaned, cried out and panted as she met it with her own orgasm. Her body convulsed, her hips thrusting back at her fucking lover.
He held onto the cheeks of her ass and fucked her furiously. Six, seven, eight last hard thrusts and he was there. She almost exploded with pleasure.
They both collapsed, panting and gasping for breath as they lay on the thickly carpeted floor by the side of the bed. He held her in his arms kissing her neck and shoulders. His prick was still inside her pussy.
Finally, she whispered joyfully in his ear, "After a performance like that, I'm afraid to guess what you're going to do for an encore."
CHAPTER TEN
Joyce was worried about her young lover-neighbor and she felt she had good reason to be. From what she had heard, he was doing an awful lot of fucking. In addition to the fucking he was doing with her. True, he was a strong, rugged young man, and it would take a lot of sex to even slow him down. But could all that fucking be good for him, she wondered.
She felt somewhat guilty, because she was responsible for a good deal of the pussy he was enjoying. Every morning as soon as her husband had left for work, he came into her bedroom and got into bed with her. And each time he did, she pulled up her nightie and made it clear to him he was welcome between her thighs.
This had been going on for months and, every now and then, it still amazed her that she was doing something so forbidden. How shocked her friends and neighbors would be if they ever found out she was letting this young man get into her. What would they think of her, once they learned she was letting him fuck her? Not just now and then either, but every single morning. What would they think if they knew he had the hots for a woman her age? If they knew he'd rather fuck her than any other woman in town?
The amount of screwing he was doing with her was enough in itself to cause her to be concerned about his well being. He fucked her more in one morning than her husband had in two weeks. Small wonder she felt like he was her man instead of the one she had.
But what really started her worrying about the amount of pussy he was getting were the rumors she heard; that for the past two months or more, he was laying two girls from the college, two sisters, Helga and Tris. If he was screwing each of them as much as he was her, it was a miracle his cock didn't dry up and fall off, she told herself.
She was to blame for that, too. She had encouraged him to date girls his own age and he'd taken her at her word. But she didn't mean for him to fuck them as much as he was fucking her. But she was pleased about the rumors. That was the reason she encouraged him to date girls his own age. If all her friends heard he had a hot thing going with Helga and Tris, no one would dream he was fucking her, too.
She smiled as she thought of how clever she had been.
She had to make sure no one suspected she was doing it. Knowing that people were gossiping about Marc screwing two college girls made her feel safe and secure.
But, nevertheless, she wished he wasn't putting such a strain on his cock. The amount of fucking he was doing with her should be enough for any horny young stud.
He simply had to cut down. She would insist upon it. But if she told him she didn't want him to have any pussy except hers, it would be wrong. He would simply think she was jealous and possessive, as she probably was. No, there was no way she could control how much pussy he got outside. Her mind was made up. For his own good, from this day on, he had to stop screwing her!
She hated to think what life would be like with him no longer getting into bed with her every morning, eating her pussy and fucking her, making her feel like she was the most desirable woman in the world. There wouldn't be much in life for her to look forward to if she couldn't suck his cock and feel that monstrous thing in her pussy and her mouth. But it was her duty to make sacrifices.
She glanced at the clock. It was time for him to stop in on his way home from the office. Supper was cooked and ready to be put on the table. Her heart began to beat faster when she heard his car pull into the driveway.
As soon as he came in the door, she rushed up to him, threw her arms around him and gave him a loving kiss. He was shocked, not to mention worried. They had a firm rule about that. No hanky panky when he came in the door in the evening. Most times her husband got home before he dropped in to say "hi", and was in the house somewhere. Often he was sitting right there in the living room. It wouldn't do for him to see his neighbor grabbing his wife by the ass while they were kissing, like they were going to go straight upstairs and fuck.
"Where's your hubby?" he asked in an urgent whisper as soon as she took her mouth from his.
He had good reason to feel ill at ease. She was pressing her crotch right up against his, rubbing herself up and down on his cock, which was quickly rising. How would they explain that if her husband saw them?
"He came home this afternoon and packed a bag," she told him. "He had to go out of town on business. He'll be gone for a week."
The expression on his face was as bright as the sun coming out from behind a cloud. His hands quickly moved down to her ass and he gave it a good feel.
"Now you behave yourself," she told him. "Supper is ready to be put on the table if you can stay."
"Okay. I can wait," he said cheerfully, "But that is good news. I don't have to wait until tomorrow morning to fuck my lovely lady."
"Do you have plans for the evening?" she asked.
"Well, up to now I thought I'd go home tonight, and I was going to ask Helga and Tris to go out somewhere," he replied. "I'm glad I didn't make the phone call yet. Since you're alone, I'm going to spend the evening at home with my hot, sexy lover. You don't think I'd leave you here at home all alone, do you?"
"Come on and have supper," she told him.
When they seated themselves at the table, she wished she hadn't greeted him so enthusiastically when he came in the door. She had something serious to discuss with him as soon as supper was over.
When the meal was finished, he helped her with the dishes and, after they had the kitchen tidied up, they went into the living room and sat down together on the couch. He put an arm around her and gave her a long, wet kiss. His other hand went under dress, up between her thighs, and he massaged her cunt through the thin material of her panties.
When the kiss ended, she pulled his hand off her snatch and got to her feet.
"Darling, this is what I wanted to talk to you about tonight," she said, trying to appear relaxed. "It isn't right that we're carrying on like this. The idea of a young man fucking a woman my age still sends shivers all through me. Even after all these months."
He grinned at her. 'Well it's supposed to. That's part of the thrill of us screwing each other."
"Yes, well, what we've been doing together has got to come to an end."
"Who says so?"
"I do," she told him. "I simply can't go on like this any longer."
"Why not? We've got a hot thing going between us. No one suspects I'm fucking you. And no one ever will. Why can't we go on screwing each other? You can't imagine what that means to me, being able to give my darling sexual pleasure, showing her how much I love her."
"I'm going up to my room," she told him. "Why don't you phone Helga or Tris and ask for a date? It's better if you and I aren't alone together this evening."
"What are you going to do in your room?"
"I'm going to bed."
"Good. We'll go to bed together."
"I mean, I'm going to lie there and read."
"That's no fun. Why lie there and read when we can lie there and fuck?"
The more they talked, the more she realized he had to have a sexual release. That was why she wanted him to phone one of the girls at the college. But he was unwilling to do that. He was dead set on fucking her. That flattered her as well as frustrated her. She wished he would listen to her, but he wouldn't. She went upstairs and he followed her into her bedroom.
"Darling, will you leave me alone, please?"
"Hey, you can't do this to me. We've been fucking now for months and months. You're my steady girl. You got me all built up to where fucking you is a very important part of my life. You can't suddenly cut me off like this. And just when your husband is going to be gone for a whole week, too."
"Darling, try to understand. I don't want to stop what we've been doing," she told him. "My God you can't imagine what it means to me to have you in bed with me, to have you on top of me and your wonderful prick buried deep in my pussy. I love the way you smother me with loving kisses while your cock moves back and forth in my hole. But I have to put an end to it. We can't continue."
"Aw, we've been through this before," he told her. "Every now and then we talk about ending what we're doing. But you get over it and we go right on fucking. Let's not waste tonight."
"Sweetheart, get it through your head that I mean what I'm telling you," she said. "Starting right now, we are going back to being proper, well behaved neighbors. You are no longer going to be fucking me. Good heavens, it isn't like you won't be getting any pussy. You have more cunt now than you can handle."
"But I want your cunt," he told her. "I'm hot for you. That won't ever change."
"I mean it," she insisted. "It's over."
"You don't mean it, Joyce. You don't mean a word of it. You want me in bed with you as much as I want to get into bed with you."
"Perhaps I do," she admitted. "But starting now, I'm going to exercise some self control."
"You've tried that before. But we went right on fucking," he reminded her.
She gazed at him with a startled look, like maybe he was right and she wouldn't be able to go through with it. But she still had something going for her. She was stubborn.
"I'm going to undress now," she told him. "I don't want to tease you, or get you all hot and excited, so please leave my bedroom and go home. I mean it. I'm going to undress."
"Good. I'll undress with you," he replied.
"All right, if that's the way you want it, she said.
"I didn't want to tease you and get you all hot and aroused, but if you won't leave my bedroom, you'll just have to suffer. I'll show you I can get undressed and see you naked, and not have sex with you."
He was naked before she even got her dress off. He grinned at her teasingly. "I challenge you. You can't look at me getting a hard on without wanting it."
"That's a terrible way to talk to me," she told him. "See what I mean? You've lost all respect for me."
"That isn't a nice way to talk to me either."
"If you won't leave my bedroom, you'll just have to put up with the way I talk to you," she shot back. "Now go ahead and get a hard on. See if I care. It won't bother me. I'm not obsessed with sex like you are."
"We'll see," he said with a teasing grin. "See it rising, Joyce? See how it's stiffening up when I look at you? When you're naked and I'm staring at you, my cock becomes as solid as a bone. But you don't care, right?"
She began undressing. Off came her dress and she laid it over the back of a chair. All she had on now were her bra and panties. She saw his eyes widen. He gazed lustfully at her luscious boobs.
"You sure are beautiful."
"Your words aren't going to get to me either," she told him. "I know where those words came from, your lustful desire to get into bed with me."
"Anything wrong with that?"
"No. Nothing wrong with it at all, since you've been getting into bed with me for months," she told him.
She removed her bra and her magnificent boobs jiggled and swayed. As she pulled down her panties, she saw his cock leap into a full blown erection. The sight of it sent thrills through her. She couldn't prevent it. Her pussy started to moisten as he put his hand on his cock and stroked it.
"This feels great. But it feels better when you do it. I wish you'd stop teasing me and take hold of my cock. Doesn't the sight of it turn you on at all?"
She turned away from him, got onto the bed and pulled the sheet over her without answering him. He came over to the side of the bed and looked down at her.
"Stop playing hard to get," he told her.
"Take a good look at my cock. You can tell by looking at it how much I want to fuck you."
She shook her head, but she couldn't resist looking at it. She could never pass up a chance to look at his prick, any more than he could stop himself from gazing at her cunt.
"That's it. See how long and thick and hard it is?" he asked confidently. "Remember how good it feels when it's in your pussy? Or when you're sucking on it? Yesterday morning after he left the house and I got into bed with you, you lost no time in going after my prick. You threw a leg over me and straddled me. You lowered your pussy onto my face so I could eat you while you sucked my cock. I like it when you do that. I really appreciate how you like to suck my cock first, before I crawl between your legs and fuck you."
She shook her head again, trying to make him believe she wanted no part of any more fucking with him. But he could tell by the look in her eyes that it was all she could do to keep from reaching for his prick.
When she refused to say anything further, he pulled the sheet off her, got onto the bed and straddled her. She was so intrigued and fascinated by his brazen move that she forgot about trying to resist him.
He moved up over her, his buttocks brushing against her full round grapefruit sized boobs. The feel of his lean, firm ass touching her tits made her pussy slick and slippery. like it knew, if she didn't, that it would be stuffed with his big cock before long.
As his cock moved closer to her mouth, she couldn't take her eyes off it, no matter how determined she was. It was all she could do to keep from grabbing hold of it and begin kissing, licking and sucking it, like she had the day before.
"Why can't you leave me alone when I ask you to?" she demanded with a note of desperation in her voice.
"Because I know you're hot to fuck, just as much as I am," he replied.
"Go away."
"Stop being so stubborn. I know you want to suck my cock. Go ahead and do it."
The nerve of him, she told herself. There he was with his cock right in front of her face, and he was stroking it teasingly, playing with it. And he knew how hard she was trying to keep from grabbing it.
It was getting her upset. Of course she wanted his cock in her mouth and in her cunt, she admitted to herself. But she knew it wasn't right for him to be fucking her anymore and she was determined that he wasn't going to anymore.
But he was equally determined he was going to do it with her, like he had been doing every morning. like he had been doing every day for months. She was a hot piece of ass, his favorite woman, and he wasn't about to give her up if he had anything to say about it. If her husband were to come back home, walk into the bedroom and catch him screwing her, he might get it through his head then that it was all over between him and her. But until that happened, he was going to go right on humping her like she was his woman instead.
"Hey, he's going to be gone for a whole week," he reminded her. "This is the opportunity we've been waiting for. It would be a shame to waste it. We can sleep together every night while he's away. We can fuck both day and night for a whole week. Then when he's back home, if you're still determined that I'm not going to do it to you anymore, we can discuss it then. How about it?"
That sounded like such a good idea to her, she found it hard to resist. She was feeling so hot and passionate now, she couldn't keep from wriggling her ass against the mattress. It really wasn't a good time for her to break it off with him, and have to go a whole week without getting laid. She could just as easily end it a week from now. She didn't have to do it tonight. Having him screwing her night after night was too good an opportunity to pass up.
But she was stubborn. "Go sleep in the other room." she told him.
He let out a deep sigh. "Okay, but if you won't let me fuck you, at least suck my cock for me."
She was wise to that trick. He'd used that on her before. He figured that once she started sucking him off, she'd give in and he could do what he wanted with her-all night long. She put on a determined look and shook her head.
"Well, look, if you won't suck my cock, at least lick my balls for me. I know you like doing that. And I like it too. And it won't be like we're fucking. Surely you can't see anything wrong in that."
She looked up at him like she couldn't believe what he'd just said. "What must you think of me? You don't see anything wrong with me having my head between your legs, licking your balls?"
"Well it isn't like anyone is ever going to find out you're going it," he told her. "No one knows you're lying here with your head between my legs. You can lick my balls all night long and no one will ever know about it."
Finally, she decided that licking his balls was probably the only way she could make him agree to get off of her. If she did something nice for him, he might be willing to go home and spend the night there.
"All right, I'll do it," she agreed. "And then you go home, understood?"
"You can have your choice," he told her.
"You can suck my cock or you can lick my balls."
She reminded herself that she'd never been able to suck his cock without wanting him to eat her pussy afterwards. And once he started kissing, licking and sucking her cunt, she always got so hot and eager for him to fuck her, she'd never let him get off the bed until after he gave her a good screwing. No, if she wanted to maintain her will power and determination, she didn't dare suck his cock.
"I'll lick your balls," she told him.
He moved forward and lowered his balls onto her face. It wasn't long until he was ohhhing and ahhhing and smiling with happiness, because she knew how to lick his balls.
"That's it," he said, grinning down at her.
She felt a little disappointed that she had given in to this extent. She never liked to lose, even to herself. She loved to lick his balls, but she preferred that it be her idea.
"Oh, you can't imagine what a thrilling experience this always is for me, looking down and watching you lick my balls. And does it ever feel good when you do it."
That made her feel much better. At least he appreciated what she was doing for him. If she'd ever tried to lick her husband's balls, he would have looked at her with disgust.
Sometimes she almost wished she could see the look on her husband's face at finding out this young neighbor was fucking her. She tried to picture how he would look when he learned she sucked this young man's cock, that he ate her pussy and fucked her whenever he wasn't home. But what would really get to him, she told herself, was if he'd found out she let him shove his prick into her doggie-fashion.
After she had licked his balls for some time, she knew she was excited to the point that he could ease the head of his prick into her mouth and she wouldn't object. She could only hope that he didn't know it.
"Oh that was great. Now, how about one little cock kiss?"
He brought the swollen knob of his cock to her mouth and she gave it a warm, loving kiss. When he didn't take it away, she kissed it several times. Almost without realizing it, she had taken hold of it. Her fingers entwined about it and she stroked it while she slid her mouth over the head. Then she started sucking him.
"Oh, that feels so good," he sighed. "I appreciate this so much, I was hoping you'd take pity on me and suck my cock for me."
The fact that he appreciated what she was doing for him sent sexy, sensuous and exciting thrills through her. She loved the feeling of having his prick in her mouth and she was glad now she had given in. She was in full agreement with him. With her husband being away for a whole week, this was too good an opportunity to pass up.
He leaned over her, his hands holding onto the headboard of the bed for support, angling his cock so that she could cram as much of it into her sucking mouth as she could without choking.
It didn't take her long to suck him off. His hot load spurted into her mouth and she swallowed it without missing a drop. She wasn't one to let his spendings splatter all over.
She blew him a second time and then a third. She would have gone right on sucking him, except that by then, all she could think of was how good it would feel to have him eating her pussy.
As if he was reading her mind, he moved her body and started sucking on her tits. He kissed, licked and sucked until she let out a delighted squeal and climaxed.
She couldn't help but chuckle. "Here you are, in your early twenties, and I still can't wean you away from tits."
"When you see a guy with a cigar in his mouth, he's sucking on a substitute for tittie. I'm more fortunate."
He kissed and licked his way down to her cunt. Placing his hands behind her knees, he drew them up almost to her tits, bringing her cunt to an upward angle, and then he thrust his face onto it.
"Go ahead, do it," she purred. "Eat my pussy. And then fuck me. But I haven't changed my mind about anything. A week from now, my will power and determination will be stronger and I can make it stick...maybe."
