That Thursday evening in October, Anita Anderson felt like she had everything a woman could possibly want. She was twenty-five, blonde, and pretty, and she had a great husband. She also had a job she loved. With both of them working, she and Bob had been able to afford a beautiful house in the suburbs of Chicago. What more could a girl ask for?
Well, one more thing, perhaps. Anita hoped that soon she'd be able to take some time off of work to have kids. But not tomorrow, and not even this year. She and Bob were just having too much fun. Like tonight, for instance. Instead of cooking, they'd had dinner in the city at a fancy restaurant, then driven home in time for their favorite TV program. It had been pleasant. Now Anita was looking forward to an equally pleasant session of love-making.
While Bob brushed his teeth she was undressing at a leisurely pace and admiring herself in the dresser mirror. That was a little self-centered, but she did have a good figure, and she liked to look at it. First she stood in her slip and turned around and around, watching the way the silky material clung to her body. Then she took off the slip and studied herself in her lacy white bra and panties.
Of average height, with big tits, narrow waist, and slim hips, Anita had a figure that made men stop on the street and stare hungrily after her. She hoped that body would turn on her husband tonight like it had always done before. She and Bob had been so busy with their jobs this week, they hadn't had a chance to fuck, and she was feeling powerfully horny. Now she heard him coming out of the bathroom, and she turned to face the bedroom door with an alluring smile on her face.
Bob stopped in the doorway and stared at her. "You wouldn't be trying to tell me something, would you?" he grinned.
"That's what I love about you, Bob," Anita said, "you're so perceptive."
He started walking toward her, and as he did, she saw the front of his pajamas go sharply tented. Her own response was instant. Her pussy grew steamy-hot and leaked sticky juice that soaked into her panties. She could feel her gash swelling up with arousal as she eyed her handsome dark-haired husband. She and Bob had been married almost four years now, but she still got incredibly turned on at the very sight of him. And she knew the feeling was mutual. As Bob came within reach of her, his massive hard-on wagged stiffly and lewdly under his pajama trunks.
Grinning, he grasped her shoulders and spun her around to face the big dresser mirror. He liked to do that sometimes, standing behind her and caressing her as he watched their reflections. Anita had been a little shy about it in the first days of their marriage, but now she enjoyed the game, too. Bob's hands drifted down to cup the tightly packed lacy cups of her bra, and she quivered with lust and rubbed her firm little ass against his swollen prick.
"You're gorgeous," he said, his voice a little hoarse with longing, "just as gorgeous as the day I met you."
"You're just saying that because you want to get me into bed," Anita teased.
"Damn," he leered, "You're on to me."
He reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She let it slide off her arms and float to the floor. Her firm tits, the size of cantaloupes, made perfect big fistfuls for Bob, who greedily cupped and squeezed them. Anita loved having her naked tits fondled. She sighed and shivered, and her large light pink nipples went rigid with arousal, poking into Bob's palMs. Another hot spurt of pussy cream soaked through the crotch of her lacy white panties.
"Mmmmmmm, you're getting me hot," she murmured.
Bob rubbed his thumbs over her stiff nipples and felt them throbbing hotly. Anita's tits were extremely sensitive, and her husband's slightest touch made her excited. Now he grasped her swollen nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and gently kneaded the rosy buds till Anita was whimpering with arousal and creaming right through her panties. Only then did he slide his hands down her body and seize the waistband of her panties.
He began to inch the garment down ever so slowly, tantalizing both of them. When the first blonde pussy curls popped into view, he shivered lustily, and Anita felt his engorged cock give a horny lurch against her ass. He slipped the panties down over her little triangular bush, then over the firm rounds of her ass. He let the silky garment slither down her legs, and she kicked it away and stood there completely naked. Bob ran his hands up and down her sleek silky-skinned body, his cock throbbing and drooling. His eyes were hot and glazed with lust.
"I've got a great idea," he said. "Let's fuck."
"How romantic," Anita giggled. "Take off your pajamas and I'll think about it."
She slipped out of his grasp and stood to one side so she could watch him in the mirror as he undressed. This had become part of their game, too. Bob pulled off the tops of his pajamas, and Anita ogled his broad hair-matted chest. Then he slipped out of his trunks, and she moaned softly with longing. His cock was eight inches long, as thick as her wrist, and so engorged that it hugged his belly. She could hardly wait to take that monster of a prick into her seething little cunt.
Bob turned and started for their king-size bed. "It's been a terrific evening, honey," he said with a happy sigh. "Let's do it again tomorrow night, okay?"
Anita turned beet red and clapped a hand to her mouth. She'd forgotten to tell him!
"Bob," she said gently, "I'm afraid I'm not going to be here tomorrow night."
He slowly turned and gawked at her. "You said what?"
"I can't be here tomorrow night, darling," Anita said, still red-faced with embarrassment. "I promised my boss I'd stay in the city and help him set up for a client party. I have to be his hostess the next day, too, so there's just no point in my coming home. I'd have to drive right back."
As she spoke she watched Bob's face tighten with anger. "You and that goddam job," he snarled.
"Oh, Bob, please, let's not get into that again," Anita begged.
This was one aspect of their marriage that wasn't perfect. Bob felt Anita was too wrapped up in her job. As executive secretary to the boss of a large corporation, she had a new and exciting situation every day, and she had to admit that she lovd her work. But Bob felt jealous about how much of her time the job demanded. This wouldn't be the first night she'd had to stay in the city, but it was one time too many, to judge from the expression on Bob's face.
"Look, Anita," she said coldly, "I've had it with crap like this. I'm telling you right now, you've got to make a choice, me or the job."
"Oh, Bob, no," Anita cried, "I can't do that."
He started toward her with a look she'd never seen before. It frightened her. She gasped and started backing towards the door, but Bob began to circle and steer her away from any possible escape. He was almost a foot taller than her and much stronger, and she knew she didn't stand a chance against him in a fight. But what was she thinking about? This was her husband, the man she loved. He couldn't possibly hurt her, or could he?
"Bob?" she squeaked.
"What's it gonna be, Anita?" he growled. "Are you gonna stay home tomorrow night or not?"
"Bob, I have to be there," she said. "I promised Mr. Parks."
"All right," Bob said icily, "I figured that's how you'd choose. But tonight I'm gonna take what belongs to me.'
He grabbed her painfully by the arm and started dragging her towards the bed. She just wasn't strong enough to resist him. Whimpering with fright, she stumbled along. She knew she could still give in to him and promise to stay home, but that would cost her her job. She wasn't ready to give it up, and it wasn't fair of Bob to demand it. But right now he obviously didn't care what was fair. He got her to the bed and roughly dragged her onto it.
"Please, Bob, don't hurt me," Anita begged.
"Listen, bitch," he hissed, "tomorrow night you'll probably be balling half the men in Chicago, but tonight you're all mine."
"Bob, that's insane,' Anita sobbed. "I've never cheated on you, and you know it."
But it was like talking to a stone wall. Bob wasn't hearing anything she had to say. He was just crazy with anger and jealousy, and he was going to take it out on her. He flung her onto her back and roughly pulled her legs wide apart, exposing her moist red slit and its delicate fringe of blonde curls. He had a cruel expression on his face, and his huge cock was as stiff and ready as before. Anita cringed. She wasn't prepared for a sudden, savage attack.
"Please, Bob, nooo," she moaned.
He paid no attention. With a hoarse growl of lust he threw himself onto her so hard that he knocked the breath out of her. She felt him wedging his way roughly between her legs, and then he hammered his rock-hard prick against the delicate flesh of her pussy, frantically seeing her cunt. He hit the mark and crammed his cock into her so hard that she screamed.
"Unnnhhhh, uhhhhhhhh!" she gasped.
"Shut up, bitch," he growled. "You asked for this."
His wrist-thick boner was raking every tender inch of her cuntal tube. She sobbed and pushed at his shoulders and tried to wriggle off the cruel impalement, but Bob was too heavy for her. He shoved his hands under her ass and dug his fingers into the soft flesh, trapping her pelvis and holding it motionless. With a lusty snort he began to fuck into her like a pile driver, his body slamming hers.
"Ohhhhhhhh, God, nooooo," Anita sobbed.
She was being raped, there was no other word for it. This animal wasn't her husband. Bob had never been cruel to her before. He'd seemed annoyed when she worked overtime or when she was precoccupied with her job, but she hadn't realized how deeply angry he was inside. Now he was letting her know just how he felt, and it was beyond words. Growling, snarling, and panting, he raped her tender cunt with his pounding steel-hard cock.
"Take it, bitch," he rasped, "Your cunt belongs to me tonight, nobody else."
Anita didn't dare say anything more to him. She didn't want to make him any angrier than he was. She tried to stifle her sobs of discomfort and fright as he hammered his massive prick into her again and again. After awhile her tender little twat became mercifully numb, and the pain passed. Anita stayed as relaxed and limp as she could, knowing that any tenseness would bring back the hurt. Bob fucked away like a machine, blasting into her hard and deep, harder than he'd ever fucked her before.
"Bitch," he muttered, "cunt."
She felt a hot spurt of juice deep in her twat, and that was when she realized that she was getting excited.
That was insane. How could she get aroused by a brutal rape? But she had been very, very horny before she and Bob started arguing, and she couldn't just turn off that lust like a faucet. And she had to admit that this rough fuck was new and different from their customary love-making, which was slow and gentle and sensual. Maybe after four years of marriage she was due for a change. All she knew was that suddenly her husband's savage fucking began to turn her on.
"Unnnhhhhh, Bob," she moaned.
He mistook her cry for a protest. "Shut up and take it," he growled. "Tonight's my night, and I'll do whatever I want to you."
Fine, asshole, that's just what I'll do, Anita thought angrily.
She'd just lie there and get her kicks, without showing him any affection at all, without letting him know that he was pleasing her. If he wanted a war in bed, great, she was up for it. Now she lay back motionless, her face blank, but inside her excitement was growing to fever pitch. Now each brutal deep thrust of Bob's iron-hard cock was giving her a powerful blast of hot pleasure, and she was creaming furiously.
"Unnnhhhhh, unnnhhhhh," she moaned.
Bob paid her no attention, thinking that she was protesting. He went on fucking her like a machine gone crazy, hammering his big rigid cock into her as fast and hard as he could. Their bellies slapped together loudly, and his bloated cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the thick cream from her cunt. His stiff shaft rubbed up and down her erect and throbbing clit, giving her delicious jolts of sensation. Soon she was quivering on the very verge of climax.
But she gritted her teeth and didn't let him know how wildly excited she was. To hell with him, he didn't deserve to know.. She just arched her body a little, so he'd hardly notice, but so her greedy little clit would rub even harder against his stiffly sawing shaft. That was all it took. In just a few more seconds she was coming violently.
She tried to disguise that, too, but her body wouldn't keep still. She'd always had powerful climaxes, and this was no exception. She began to convulse and buck as strong electric shocks of pleasure shook her body. But Bob didn't even notice she was coming, because he was getting off, too. He stiffened for a second, gasped, and then began to fuck into her with lightning speed as he shot his load into her womb.
"Take it, bitch, take it, aaagghhhhhh!" he bellowed.
Anita let herself go, knowing he wouldn't detect anything she did while the blinding pleasure rocked his body. It was a surprisingly violent orgasm, considering how angry they were with each other. Again, maybe she was up for a change. Maybe she needed something novel and kinky. This was plenty kinky, all right, getting off on being raped by her own husband. And as it turned out, Bob wasn't finished with her yet. He rolled off her, caught his breath, then grabbed her by her long straight blonde hair.
"Bob," she gasped.
He hauled her to a kneeling position while he got on his back. "Suck my cock," he ordered.
Anita couldn't believe it. Bob was usually done in after one fuck, but he obviously wasn't finished yet. He forced her face down into his lap, and she had no choice but to do what he wanted. She opened her mouth and caught his semi-hard cock between her lips. She sucked the hot meat inside, caved in her cheeks, and went to work. Bob flinched and groaned a little as she began to suck his prick in the steam heat of her mouth. She gave an excellent blow-job, and she knew it.
"Ahhhhhhh, Christ, that's it," he panted, "suck it good and hard."
Anita obeyed, half out of anger and half out of excitement. She'd always been wildly aroused by going down on her husband, and she couldn't help feeling turned on now. But she was also plenty pissed off at his behavior tonight, and she let him know it with her rough hard sucking. But just as she'd gotten off on his savage fucking, he was getting off on her angry sucking. His prick mushroomed to its full eight inches, almost choking her.
"Unnnhhhhhh, uhhhhhh," she gasped.
"Eat it, bitch," he growled, "take it right down your fuckin' throat."
He shoved hard, and Anita felt his massive wrist-thick boner cramming her throat. She'd never been able to take it that deep before without gagging, but somehow her anger made it possible now. Defiantly she opened her throat as wide as she could and let him shove his prick right to the balls in her steaming mouth. Her neck bulged as she took it, but she didn't feel frightened. She wanted to prove that she could take any punishment he gave her. She tightened her throat around his wildly throbbing cock and began to suck again.
"Awwwwwwww, shit, aaaaggghhhh," he groaned.
His cock swelled and swelled in her mouth and throat till she thought it would explode. She sucked powerfully, drawing the hot salty cream out of his piss hole and swallowing it. She knew she had his cock gripped painfully tight in her throat, but that was just too damned bad. He'd raped her, and now she was raping him in her own kinky way. Helplessly he fed her spurt after spurt of thick cock juice.
"Ahhhhhhh, Jesus," he gasped.
It was finally just too painful for him, and he had to pull away. Anita felt a brief moment of triumph, but then he was trying to push her onto her hands and knees so he could cram his cock into her from behind. She collapsed onto her belly and clenched her legs together, but that didn't stop him. He threw himself onto her and used his knees to force her legs open. He jabbed hard with his painfully stiff boner and almost speared her little puckered asshole.
That was one punishment she knew she couldn't take. She quickly spread her legs wider and tilted her ass up, deftly taking his hammering prick into her cunt. She gasped loudly as she took the full force of his lunging cock. It crammed her cunt and battered her womb in one powerful thrust. Then Bob grasped her around the waist and began fucking into her as savagely as before. He was still working out his anger on her body.
But this time she wasn't afraid. This time something really mind-blowing began to happen. Anita started coming almost right away, and then she couldn't stop. Bob's massive plowing boner hammered her into one orgasm after another, a whole long string of body-blasting climaxes that made her shriek and writhe and cream huge hot floods of thick come-juice. She couldn't hold back her screams of ecstasy.
"Ahhhhhhhh, God, whaaahhhh, ahhhh!" she wailed.
Did he realize what he was doing to her, or was he totally lost in his own pleasure? She'd never know. He just kept growling and snarling and fucking her as hard and fast as he could, his flat belly slamming loudly against her ass. Soon she felt his stinging sweat dripping off his face and body and onto her. She heard his ragged breathing and felt his coarse-haired balls slapping her slit. He had to be close to coming.
AH this time she was coming, too, one mind-blowing orgasm after another. The bed began to creak and bounce with the force of Bob's fucking, and Anita's teeth chattered, but still she kept coming. Then suddenly Bob thrust so deep into her that she half expected his cock to come out of her throat. There was a searing flood of molten liquid against her womb.
"Ahhhhhhhh, shit, fuck, I'm coming!" Bob bellowed.
Anita came one last time as he flooded her cunt with about a gallon of scorching jizz. A few more thrusts of his squirting cock, and then he rolled off her and turned his back on her as he climbed under the covers. He didn't say a word, and soon he was snoring. Anita got in bed as far away from him as she could and switched off the light.
If he wanted a fight, she decided, she'd be more than a match for him.
Chapter Two
When Anita woke the next morning, Bob had already left for work. He must have decided to have breakfast in the city, so he could avoid speaking to her. Very well, if that was how he wanted it, that's the way she'd play it. As far as Anita was concerned, her marriage was over, or at least on hold.
And since Bob had accused her of fooling around, she might as well do what she was being punished for. Anita had never even considered cheating on her husband before, but now she decided she had every right to. And as she thought about all the attractive men she was going to meet that weekend, the idea sounded really exciting. After four years of fucking the same man, she was ready for some novelty.
Anita's boss, Nathan Parks, was planning a cocktail party on Saturday for his best clients, and he wanted Anita to act as hostess. His own wife had no interest in such things and wouldn't be attending. At first Anita had felt a little nervous about being the only woman among a dozen men, but now the prospect really turned her on. Surely she'd find someone attractive to go to bed with. As she got ready for work, she hummed to herself and almost managed to forget about Bob.
She packed a pretty dress for Saturday and set off for the city. When she arrived at the office, Mr. Parks wasn't in yet, but that was no surprise. He was a night person and often didn't show up till noon. Meanwhile it was Anita's job to field his calls and make afternoon appointments. She liked having the office to herself, but sometimes when she was alone there the company salesmen got a little out of line.
One salesman in particular, Andy Baines, always flirted with her, and he could get so outrageous he'd make her blush. Today she was prepared for him. When he bustled in about ten o'clock to make his usual pitch, he wasn't expecting the reception he got, but then he couldn't have known what had happened between Anita and Bob.
"Hi, gorgeous," Andy said, frankly ogling Anita's cleavage, "are you ready to have a mad affair with me yet?"
"Yes, I am, Andy," Anita cooed. "When do you want to start?"
Andy gawked at her, then decided she was putting him on. Still he was willing to go on playing the game. "How about lunch?" he leered. "A very cozy lunch, just the two of us?"
"That sounds fine, Andy," Anita replied. "I'll see you at noon. Now I'd better answer this phone."
Andy stood there staring at her while she was on the phone, and she really couldn't blame him. For three years he'd been trying to get into her pants, and she'd never given him a word of encouragement. It must have been a shock to find her saying yes to everything he asked. He finally wandered out in a daze, but at noon he was back to take her to lunch. He looked a little nervous, as if he still wasn't sure she'd been serious.
Meanwhile Anita had made up her mind about him. He was kind of good-looking, a lean blond guy in his thirties with a dazzling smile. And she was feeling kind of horny. She couldn't possibly find a man more willing to fuck her. So why not do it? They both had an hour for lunch, plenty of time to get it on. Smiling enticingly, she slipped on her coat, giving Andy plenty of time to ogle her figure.
"Where are you taking me, Andy?" she purred.
"Well, for real privacy, nothing beats a motel," he teased.
"That's fine with me," she smiled.
Andy's mouth dropped open. "You're kidding," he said.
"No, I'm not," Anita said, heading for the door. "I'm very horny today, and I've had a fight with my husband. You'll help me out, won't you, Andy?"
"Jesus, will I ever," he exclaimed, hurrying after her.
They stopped at the first motel they could find. By then they'd both forgotten about eating. Andy acted like he still didn't believe his good luck, but Anita was all business. As soon as they'd chain-locked the door of their room, she began to undress. She just wished she didn't have so many clothes. Off came her coat, blouse, skirt, pantyhose, shoes, slip, and finally her bra and panties.
All the while Andy stood ther gawking at her. "I just don't believe this," he said hoarsely.
"Believe it, Andy," she said, "and get with it. We only have an hour."
Naked, she slipped onto the bed, her luscious big tits quivering slightly. Andy began to fumble with his tie, but his eyes were glued to her body. He studied her ripe firm tits and the golden triangle of bush. Anita deliberately opened her thighs a little and showed him the moist pink flesh of her pussy. He groaned and hurried with his undressing. She lay back and watched him with undisguised lust. It gave her a wicked thrill to realize that she was about to commit adultery for the very first time.
She'd never fucked anybody but Bob, never seen another man naked. She was intensely curious as Andy undressed, and when he got down to his shorts she was creaming like mad. Gingerly he peeled the shorts down over his hard-on, and Anita's eyes got big and hungry. He had a handsome cock, about seven inches long and quite thick. It wagged stiffly in front of him as he moved toward the bed, the tip dripping thick globs of cream.
"Baby, you don't know how long I've waited for this," he rasped.
"Oh, yes, I do," Anita laughed. "You propositioned me the first time we met, three years ago."
"You can't blame a guy for trying," Andy grinned as he reached for her.
It was strange that after all those years of flirting with her, he was less impatient than she was. He wanted to kiss and fondle and explore, but all Anita wanted to do was fuck. She writhed and shivered with lusty impatience as Andy worked his tongue in her mouth and ran his hands over her warm sleek body. She was creaming steadily and uncontrollably by now, the sticky juice soaking her pussy. Her cunt was on fire with need. She felt Andy's stiff cock poking against her belly and leaving trails of hot juice. She ached to feel his massive boner deep in her seething twat.
At last Andy slipped his hand between her legs to explore her pussy and came up with a handful of molten cream. "Christ," he said, "you really are horny."
"I'm glad you noticed," she said dryly.
He shook his head wonderingly. "I still can't understand this," he said. "You never gave me a tumble before."
"I told you, I had a fight with my husband," Anita said impatiently. "Please, Andy, can't we fuck?"
He gawked at her a moment, then growled, "Okay, baby, if that's what you really want, I'll sure as hell give it to you."
Without another word he rolled over on top of her. Anita moaned with eagerness and opened her legs as wide as she could. Andy sank down between them and roughly jerked his steel-hard prick against the tender flesh of her pussy. After a couple of stabs he hit the target, and Anita felt his rigid cock gliding fast and deep up her cream-slick cuntal tunnel. It was a feeling she'd been craving all morning, and she moaned with delight and soaked his prick with sizzling cream.
"Ahhhhhhhh, God, yessss," she sighed, "that feels so damned good, Andy."
"Tell me about it," he said hoarsely.
He slid his hands under her lustily churning ass and gripped the hot globes as he began to fuck her. Anita threw back her head and gurgled with pleasure as his granite prick reamed her greedy little cunt. There was added excitement in fucking a man who wasn't her husband. Bob had always been terrific in bed, but she had to admit she was getting off with this near-stranger. Each deep thrust of his cock felt fantastic.
"Unnnhhhhhh, yes, do it to me," she moaned.
Andy raised himself on his elbows and looked at her, still not quite believing his luck. It was Anita, all right, the lovely secretary he'd been after ever since she came to work for Nat Parks. Only now she was naked, her legs spread wide for hm, and she was moaning ecstatically as she took his sawing prick. It was just too good to be true. Wait till he told his friends about this!
Then Andy realized he couldn't tell anybody about it, for the simple reason that they wouldn't believe him. Every guy in the building wanted to fuck Anita, and nobody had ever gotten to first base with her. If he said he'd taken her to a motel and fucked her, he'd be laughed off the stage. Too bad, it was really something to brag about. But at least he could enjoy what he had. Anita's cunt was deliciously tight, hot and juicy around his deeply thrusting dick.
"Ahhhhhhh, shit, it's good," he groaned.
It was good, Anita agreed, but it could be even better. Andy was treating her like she was fragile, fucking her very gently and slowly. But she was so lusty today, she needed a really hard fucking to appease her hunger. She needed a fucking like Bob had given her last night, an actual rape, but she wasn't going to think about Bob. Things were over between them, and she was free to make it with anybody she wanted.
Impatiently she began to jerk her hips, signalling to Andy that she wanted more action. He didn't get the message. He worked his stiff prick inside her ever so carefully, as if she might break. Anita threw her arms around his ass and started pumping it up and down, showing him what she wanted. Still he didn't seem to understand. She called out to him, her voice husky with need.
"Andy, I need it hard," she moaned, "really hard. Fuck it tome good, baby, really give it to me."
At last he understood. With a snort of lust he started fucking into her hard and fast, his belly smacking rhythmically against hers, his thick cock reaming the hot cream from her cunt. Anita gave a grateful moan and soaked his hammering prick with a steaming rush of juice. Her head lolled back and her eyes closed in ecstasy as she took his steady deep fucking. Now she'd be getting off very quickly and easily.
"Ahhhhhhh, yeah, that's it," she moaned, "you're fucking me so damned good, Andy."
"I still can't believe it," he panted.
Anita laughed, but not for long. He could believe it or not, but his iron-hard cock was very real to her. Every deep thrust gave her a hot blast of pleasure that ripped through her whole pussy, and soon she was panting on the very brink of climax. She arched her body up, taking his pile driving prick as deep as she could, and she tightened her fiery, hot box around his big fuck tool, craving more hot friction.
"Unnnhhhhhh, I'm gonna come," she whimpered, "don't stop, Andy, fuck me crazy."
Again Andy felt like he was in some outrageous fantasy. Anita's beautiful face was contorted in a grimace of pleasure, her blonde hair flung out over the pillow. Her magnificent big tits wobbled with the force of his fucking, the stiff nipples stabbing at his chest. He could feel her cunt gripping and squeezing his dick and drenching it with molten cream. It was a fantastic fuck, even better than he'd imagined it when jacking off. And now he was about to make this gorgeous woman come.
"Oooooooo, just a little more," she squealed, "fuck me as hard as you can."
"You got it, baby," Andy snorted.
He fucked into her so hard that her teeth rattled, and the king-size bed creaked and bounced. That did it for Anita. The red-hot friction between cock and clit brought her off like a bomb. Her body began to buck and jerk, and floods of hot cream poured from her convulsing cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh, yeah, I'm coming," she yelled, "ahhhhhhhh, whaaahhhhhh!"
Andy wondered how he'd held out this long. Since the second he slipped his cock into her velvety wet fuck hole, he'd been ready to shoot his load. Now Anita's convulsing box squeezed his prick almost flat and sucked the jizz right out of his balls. He hammered his exploding cock into her as deep as he could get it, then bellowed with pleasure.
"Take my load, baby, take it!" he roared. "Ahhhhhhh, fuck, aaaggghhhhhh!"
Anita gurgled with ecstasy as she felt her cunt flooded with his steaming jism, but at the same time she was disappointed. Even though she'd just had a violent climax, she knew she was going to need more. Something about that argument with Bob had made her incredibly lusty. She felt like she could fuck for hours and still not get enough. As Tony rolled off her, she gave a wistful sigh.
"Hey, baby, terrific," he said, reaching for a cigarette.
"We've still got half an hour," Anita said.
"Yeah," he sighed, "and I wish I was up for another round, but I'm kinda fucked out right now."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Anita purred.
She rolled onto her side, bringing her flushed face right into his lap, and he felt her sucking his cock into the steam heat of her mouth. "Ohhhhhh, Jesus," he moaned.
She caved in her cheeks and sucked strongly, stretching his meat out like elastic and drenching it with hot spit. Andy had had lots of fantasies in which Anita sucked his cock, but they couldn't compare with the real thing. It blew his mind to watch the beautiful blonde secretary eagerly working her pink-glossed lips up and down the blue-veined stak of his prick. She was softly moaning as she sucked and tasted his cock.
"Mmmmmmm, uummmmm," she moaned.
"Oh, Christ, too much," Andy panted.
His cock ballooned in her mouth. Anita almost choked as the head of his prick swelled into a big hard knob at the back of her throat. His expanding shaft forced her lips wide apart, and his stiffening boner throbbed against every inch of her mouth. She drew back and let the engorged column of meat snap from her lips. It splatted against his belly, wet and bulging with big blue veins.
"There, I told you weren't finished," she grinned.
"Jesus, this never happens with me," Andy said wonderingly. "You're something else, Anita."
But Anita had no time for compliments. The sight of that spit-soaked hard-on was driving her wild, and she couldn't wait to take it into her seething pussy hole. Andy was still on his back and she mounted him, straddling his belly and touching the dripping mouth of her cunt to the hot hard knob of his cock head. Too impatient to wait for him, she crammed her slick little cuntal tube down the fleshy pillar till it hit her womb. She cried out with ecstasy as she felt her famished cunt stuffed with thick throbbing cock.
"Ahhhhhhhh, yessss," she hissed.
"Holy Christ, are you ever horny," Andy leered. "Okay, honey, I'll take care of you."
He seized her by the waist and started fucking into her hard and steadily. By now he knew she didn't want gentleness. For some reason this beautiful girl was endlessly lusty, and she wanted to be fucked out of her mind. He was just the man for the job, too. For three years now he'd been fucking her in fantasy, fucking her in every imaginable way. Now at last he had the real girl, and it was fantastic to watch her.
"Ooooooo, Andy, yes," she wailed, "fuck me good and hard, I love it that way."
She was sitting on his cock, swaying over him, her big ripe tits swinging back and forth. She had her thighs spread very wide, and he could watch his thick juice-soaked cock plunging up and down between her splayed pink cunt lips. All around his pistoning prick her love-juice was dripping, thick creamy floods of the stuff. The inside of her cunt was hot as fire and deliciously tight, yet slick. In his mounting excitement Andy fucked her faster and faster, but that only increased her pleasure. The harder he did it to her, the better she liked it.
"Ahhhhhh, shit, that's good," she whimpered, closing her eyes in ecstasy, "so fuckin' good, Andy."
"I'm glad, baby," he growled. "I'd fuck you all night if you wanted me to." She didn't answer that one. She wanted to k a whole variety of men and maybe never repeat herself. Right now she was interested in y one thing, getting off as fast as possible. She ached to come again. She tightened her greedy little cunt around Andy's jackhammering cock and felt herself spinning steadily and helplessly towards another body-blasting climax. She wondered if she could ever come enough, if she could ever get enough stiff cock.
"Oooooooo, fuck, ooooooo!" she squealed.
"Yeah, go for it, baby," Tony leered. He could see that she was teetering right on the edge of climax, and he knew just how to help her over. He reached out and caught her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Her bright pink joy button was erect and violently throbbing, and when he started kneading it between his fingers, Anita screamed and almost flew off the bed. She felt exquisite pleasure as he expertly massaged her clit and plowed his stiff cock in her greedy little box.
"Unnnnhhhhh, yessss, I love it," she moaned. "Keep doing it to me, don't stop." Andy studied her lust-contorted face and flaring nostrils, and he felt hotly aroused to know he was driving this lovely girl out of her mind with pleasure. He steadily kneaded her pulsating clit and hammered his rock-hard boner in her molten little fuck hole. He felt her steadily tightening her cunt around his pounding boner, a sure sign that she was about to come. For a second she opened her lust-glazed eyes and looked down at him.
"Fuck me hard, you big bastard, fuck the living shit out of me," she hissed.
"You got it, baby," he leered.
Holding her with his free hand, he fucked into her as hard as he could, making her whole body shake. With his other hand he massaged her clit, giving her steady hot blasts of pleasure. The combined action of his jackhammering cock and kneading fingers finally sent her over the edge. She stiffened for a moment, gasped, and then began to convulse, her body bucking and writhing, her big tits lashing back and forth. Andy felt his prick soaked with her molten come-cream.
Andy watched her come, but he held back his own climax, sensing that this incredibly horny girl wasn't finished with his stiff cock. And he was right. When she finally stopped convulsing, Anita caught her breath, crawled off him, and got into the doggy position, presenting him with her luscious little ass.
"Andy," she said hoarsely, "we've still got fifteen minutes."
Chapter Three
When Anita got back to the office, her boss, Nat Parks, had finally arrived. He looked at her with obvious approval. "You're looking good today, Anita," he said. "You're always beautiful, but you look especially nice right now.
Anita smiled sweetly. There was nothing like an hour of hard fucking to bring color to a girl's cheeks. "Thank you, Mr. Parks," she said. "Your appointment schedule is on your desk."
"Please call me Nat," he said, sitting on the edge of her desk. "I've been asking you to do that ever since you came to work for me. And while I'm talking to you, how about dinner tonight? You're staying in the city, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir, I mean, Nat," Anita replied. "Dinner would be lovely."
He looked a little surprised, and Anita didn't blame him. For three years now he'd been trying to get a date with her. She'd always laughed him off, because they were both married. But now she figured, what the hell? Nat Parks kept his wife safely in the suburbs while he fooled around in Chicago. Anita wasn't the first girl he'd taken out. And since she and Bob had had their quarrel, she felt free to do whatever she wanted.
She'd been attracted to Nat for a long time. Her boss was about fifty, a distinguished-looking man with dark hair going silver at the temples. He was nicely built, in good shape, and his flirtatious manner wasn't vulgar like Andy's. Nat Parks had class, and he was a very sexy guy. Anita now realized that she'd been unconsciously wanting to fuck him for quite some time. Now she could actually do it.
She didn't tell Nat what she was thinking, however. As far as he knew, she was still his faithfully married secretary, staying overnight in the city to do her boss a favor. He'd expect her company at dinner, nothing more. Of course that wouldn't stop him from making his usual play for her, but he really wouldn't expect her to say yes. So Nat Parks had a big surprise coming. Anita smiled and hummed to herself as she thought about it.
At quitting time she felt restless and horny. Even though she'd spent her whole lunch hour fucking Andy, she needed a man again. It occured to her that ever since she'd been angry at her husband, she been constantly lusty, but that didn't seem to make sense. She brushed the thought aside as she went to the ladies room and refreshed her make-up and hairdo. Nat was waiting for her when she reached the elevator, and his eyes travelled quickly over her shapely young body. She felt her pussy creaming heavily.
"Where would you like to eat, Anita?" Nat said. "It's your choice, any place you want.' Anita named a fairly expensive little restaurant she'd been wanting to try, and Nat didn't bat an eye. Of course he was rolling in bucks and probably ate out every week night. After dinner they finished their wine by candlelight, and Anita waited for him to make his pitch. It was sure to come. He was just choosing the right moment, when he felt she'd had enough to drink and was getting mellow. Finally it came.
"You probably get tired of hearing this," he said, slipping his hands over hers, "but I'd give anything to go to bed with you. I've had the hots for you since the moment I met you. How about it, Anita, stay with me tonight?"
"I'd love to, Nat," Anita said.
His mouth dropped open. She'd made another man gawk. "You'd love to, but?" he finally said.
"But nothing," Anita said calmly. "The feeling is mutual, Nat. I have the hots for you, too. So let's do something about it."
She shook his head and laughed. "This is awfully sudden," he said, "and I'm having a little trouble adjusting to it. But, hell, I won't look the gift horse in the mouth. Let's go."
Now that was class. He didn't ask her why she'd changed her mind, didn't pry into her private life, didn't make a big deal of it. They just drove to his town apartment. This luxurious suite was where he lived his bachelor life and brought his girls. This was where he'd be giving his client party tomorrow. Anita had been there to drop off papers from the office, and she'd been really impressed with the luxurious furnishings. As they walked in, she kicked off her shoes and rubbed her feet over the thick carpet, which felt like fur. "Nightcap?" Nat asked. "Mmmmm, that'd be nice," she said. She started taking off her clothes as she moved slowly towards the enormous fur-covered sofa, dropping garments here and there. Nat kept glancing at her as he made the drinks. Finally she was down to her bra and panties, a sexy black lace set, and she oozed onto the furry couch like a lazy cat. Nat came over and handed her her glass, then sat beside her, frankly ogling her curvy big-titted body. There was a big hard lump at the fly of his pants. He took a sip of his drink, then set the glass aside and reached for Anita.
Gently but deftly he cupped the fully packed cups of her bra and gave them a little squeeze. Her big pink nipples popped out. This was a brand new trick to Anita. She watched in amazement as he squeezed her nipples out of her bra, then rubbed them with his thumbs to make them stiff and long and rosy. The erect nubs stood out from her milky-white tits, throbbing and intensely sensitive. Nat leaned down and began to flick her stiff nipples with the hot wet tip of his tongue.
"Ooooooooo," Anita squealed, creaming right through her panties.
Nat was an expert lover, she could see that right away. He wasn't going to rush her. He was going to take his time and turn her on like crazy. Now he acted as if he had all the time in the world as he lazily tongued her long rigid nipples and gave her little shocks of excitement that seemed to ripple right down to her swelling, creaming pussy. When her big reddish-pink nipples were gleaming with his spit, he reached around her and unhooked her bra. Gently he drew it off and dropped it on the rug. He hoisted her heavy hot tits and held them in his hands.
"Gorgeous," he breathed. "You could be a centerfold, Anita."
She just smiled, not used to such compliments. Then Nat amused himself with molding and fondling her tits for awhile. He didn't seem frantic with lust, yet the bulge at his fly was getting bigger all the time. He was breathing harshly, and his face was a little flushed, but otherwise she didn't give away the fact that he was about to fuck a girl he'd been wanting for three years. Anita was so turned on by his cool and his expertise that she was about ready to come in her panties.
Finally he eased her down on her back and slipped off her panties. She quivered with excitement, expecting him to fuck her now. He arranged her with her knees bent and her thighs spread wide, so that the light of the room caught her glistening pink slit and its fine fringe of blonde curls. Then he stood up and started undressing, his eyes glued hotly to her naked pussy. He must have seen the thick stream of juice overflowing her cunt and trickling down the crack of her ass. Anita's blue eyes got huge and hungry as she watched him take off his clothes.
Nat was in super shape, lean and muscular and tan. Anita creamed even more heavily as she studied his hair-matted chest and flat belly. He peeled off his shorts to reveal his stiffly weaving cock, a seven-inch monster that drooled thick globs of cream. His balls were thickly furred with black and silver hairs, and they were enormously swollen. As he approached her again, his cock gave a lusty lurch, and she shivered with anticipation, awaiting the first rough thrust of his stiff boner.
But Nat surprised her. Again, he was in no hurry. He crawled between her spread thighs and went belly down, bringing his face within an inch of her steaming pink pussy. She could feel his hot breath tickling the delicate flesh, and she almost whimpered aloud. If there was one thing that really drove her wild, it was having her pussy eaten. She and Bob had never done enough of that, not as far as she was concerned. They always seemed to be in such a hurry. But Nat wasn't hurrying at all.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, my God, yessss," she hissed as his tongue made the first delicious contact with her swollen gash.
He began to lick and tickle and explore all over her horny little pussy. The touch of his tongue was feathery and teasing, but it drove her wild. She whimpered and gurgled and creamed a steady river of juice, and Nat lapped up the tangy liquid and ate it, making an obscene snorting and snuffling sound that added to her hot arousal. The man made no secret of his hunger for pussy cream. He blatantly gobbled it and tongued for more, panting all over her slit. She felt crazily aroused.
"Oooooooooo, Nat, that's so damned good," she moaned.
"This is just for openers, baby," he rasped. "This is something I've been wanting to do for years, so I'm gonna take my time and do it just right."
Anita was already quivering on the edge of orgasm, he had her so excited. Now he tickled his big hot tongue into every steamy fold of her pussy, lashing the wet meat from her erect clit right down to her tiny puckered shitter. There wasn't a single place between her legs that didn't get licked and stimulated. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and creamed all over his face. Nothing in the world could feel better than this, she decided, unless it would be his stiff cock hammering in her cunt.
Then, having tasted and explored her whole seething gash, he began to concentrate on her clit, the most sensitive organ of her body. He rimmed it teasingly with the tip of his tongue, then got down to serious work, whipping his tongue back and forth over the violently throbbing bud of flesh. Each rough lick gave Anita a hot blast of pleasure, and she clawed at the furry couch cover and whimpered and moaned. She was soaking Nat's bobbing chin with her gushing cunt juice, but there was nothing she could do about that. She just couldn't stop writhing and creaming.
"Unnnhhhh, yessss, so fuckin' good," she whimpered.
His big hot tongue whipped faster and faster over her lust-engorged joy button, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. She arched her body up, greedily shoving her clit towards his mouth, rubbing it against his lashing tongue to get all the red-hot friction she could. The pleasure built in her pussy till she didn't think she could stand it any more. She was sobbing with need, aching to come.
"Ooooooooo, please, Nat, get me off," she wept, "I'll die if I don't come!"
He gave a muffled chuckle, and she felt him slipping his hands under her impatiently churning ass. He gripped the hot lobes and held her pelvis still, then jammed his mouth onto her clit and started to suck it. The pleasure was so sudden and violent, she screamed. Blasts of pleasure ripped through her pussy as he began to expertly suck her off. The lust-crazed girl threw back her head and howled while Nat's head bobbed furiously up and down between her eagerly spread thighs. She'd never felt such dizzying excitement in her life, and she knew her pussy was being eaten by a real pro.
"Unnnhhhhh, fuck, gonna come," she gasped.
Nat sucked hard and loud on her squirting clit, making a lewd wet slurping noise that echoed through the high-ceiling living room. Anita screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy, conscious of nothing around her. She was aware only of the incredible pleasure he was giving her with his sucking lips, pleasure that built in her pussy till she couldn't bear it another second. Then her whole body seemed to blast apart with exploding sensation.
"Ahhhhhhhh, God, whhaaaahhhhh," she sobbed, *Tm coming, I'm coming!"
Vaguely she was aware of Nat's lips still sucking and kneading her clit as she came, making her climax exceptionally long and intense. He knew just how to do it. Powerful blasts of pleasure shook her body, her big ripe tits bouncing and wobbling. Her cream gushed out in molten floods, soaking Nat's face and drenching her pussy. When her violent orgasm finally ended, she had to lie totally limp and catch her breath. Her heart was still hammering, her cunt gushing. But she hadn't had time to fully recover when she felt Nat slyly slipping his tongue up her little juice-filled twat. "Ohhhhhh, my God," she whimpered. This was something Bob had never done to her. He was great at sucking her off, but he'd never inserted his tongue into her body. It was a wicked and kinky sensation. Ever so slowly but steadily Nat eased his thick wet tongue into her cunt, gradually stuffing her with it. Even though she'd just had one of the most powerful orgasms of her life, she was suddenly horny again. She soaked his creeping tongue with hot bursts of tangy cream.
"Yes, yes," she panted, "get that big tongue into me, Nat, I love it.'
He gave a snort of lust and crammed the last few inches into her, his tongue lodged to the root in her greedily gripping box. He took firm hold of her hot little ass, holding her in place, and started fucking her with his tongue. There was no other way to decribe it. He made his thick tongue stiff, and he plowed it roughly up and down in her cunt just like a hard cock. Anita loved it. She couldn't stop creaming, and the molten liquid spurted from her cunt, splashing his face and gushing down the cleft of her ass.
"Unnnnhhhh, yeah, so fuckin' good," she moaned.
It felt like he was tonguing right into her steaming depths, and each greedy thrust gave her a hot sting of pleasure. She closed her eyes, blotting out everything else, and dug her nails into the couch. She threw one leg up over the back of the couch, opening her pussy as wide as she could to Nat's expertly sawing tongue. She just wished the exquisite sensations could go on forever, but she was already very close to coming again. With that kind of stimulation, she couldn't help it.
"Oooooooo, Nat, you're gonna do it to me again," she whimpered, "I'm gonna come."
Nat responded by plowing his long stiff tongue even harder and faster in her cream-gushing cunt. Anita howled with bliss and arched her body up, taking his hungry tongue right to her womb. She could feel the hot meat throbbing against every inch of her gripping cuntal tube. She fucked back at his tongue, jerking her hips and working her greedy twat up and down his stiff tongue. A few more of those frantic thrusts and she was exploding with pleasure.
"Whhhaaahhhhh, yeah, I'm coming!" Anita screamed.
This time her body was bucking so hard, Nat couldn't keep his tongue inside her, and he gently disengaged himself and got to his feet to watch her come. He eyed her writhing big-titted body and watched the thick pearly cream flooding from her convulsing cunt, and his swollen cock gave a violent horny lurch and leaked thick globs of juice. When Anita finally went still and opened her eyes, Nat held out his hand to help her up.
"Let's go in the bedroom," he said hoarsely.
Not that he had to ask. By this time Anita would have done anything he wanted, followed him anywhere. She padded behind him down the thickly carpeted hall and into the master bedroom where she saw the biggest bed she'd ever seen in her life. It, too, was covered in fur. But the most unusual feature of the room was the mirrors. There were mirrors everywhere, covering the walls and even the ceiling. This had to be the place where Nat brought all the pretty young girls he dated!
He led her over to the bed and had her kneel right on the edge of it, her luscious little ass raised up in the air. He stood on the floor behind her and grasped her slim hips, easing her into just the position he wanted. There were even mirrors in the headboard, and Anita caught sight of her own reflection and blushed. It was partly self-consciousness, partly excitement. Her shyness quickly passed, and she found herself fascinated with watching in the mirror as Nat prepared to fuck her doggy style.
He was fussy about his arrangements. He wanted her just so. But finally he had her crouched in just the right position for viewing in the mirrors and just on the right level for his big swollen cock. He fisted his prick and wedged the engorged purple head into the tiny but slippery mouth of her cunt. He was only an inch into her, but she whimpered with excitement and drenched his cock head with molten juice.
"Watch in the mirror as I go into you," he saidj his voice raspy with excitement.
Anita watched. Her eyes widened as she saw Nat's fat blue-veined cock in reflection, the massive head just wedged inside her widely-splayed cunt lips. He began to push into her, doing it slowly to make a more exciting show. Anita shivered and creamed and moaned as she felt her famished cunt crammed with his throbbing dick. He kept pushing till only his big coarse-haired balls were showing. Then he gave a growl of lust and began fucking her hard. His belly slapped her ass, and her body quivered with the impact. Anita moaned with delight. This was exactly what she needed, a good hard fucking to cool the raging fire in her pussy.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me," she moaned, "fuck me good and hard, Nat."
He didn't answer. He was off in some other world now, his eyes hot with lust as he gazed in the mirrors and watched himself plowing his rock-hard boner in and out of her cunt. Anita guessed he must have done the same thing with dozens of girls, but that didn't bother her. He was a fantastic fuck, and that was all she cared about. He fucked into her faster and faster, creating more hot friction between cock and cunt, and she gurgled ecstatically and clawed the bed.
"Unnnhhhhh, Nat, you're fucking me so good," she moaned, "I love it, baby, I just love it."
Now finally she could forget about Bob. She wasn't aware of anything but the violent blasts of pleasure that ripped through her pussy with every hard deep lunge of Nat's big stiff cock. She tightened her greedy box around his hammering dick and let the pleasure build till she couldn't contain it any longer. She got the body-rocking explosion she craved.
"Ahhhhhhhh, Nat, you did it, I'm coming!" she howled.
His jackhammering cock made her orgasm intense and prolonged. As she came down from it, he panted, "Turn around and eat my come, Anita, quick!"
He whipped his cock from her cunt, and she turned as fast as she could, mouth open and ready. Nat groaned and crammed his prick into her throat just in time to shoot an enormous load of molten jizz. Anita greedily gulped down the steaming juice while Nat howled and fucked at her mouth. All the while they watched their performance in the mirrors. It was the most kinky sexual experience Anita had ever had in her life.
Knowing Nat, however, it wouldn't be the last.
Chapter Four
As it turned out, Nat was just getting started.
"How about fetching us another drink, honey?" he asked as he stretched out for a short rest. "Then we can figure out what to do with the rest of the evening."
Anita obligingly trotted out to the living room and made drinks at the built-in bar. She knew Nat was just joking, there wasn't any doubt in her mind about how they'd be spending the time. They wouldn't be watching TV, that was for sure. Naked, she made her way back to the bedroom and handed Nat his drink. She'd hardly had more than a few sips of hers when her handsome boss got a bright idea.
"You know what I could really go for right now, Anita?" he said eagerly. "A nice long blow-job."
"You're the boss," she teased.
But the fact was, she adored going down on a man, and her husband seldom asked for it any more. Bob always seemed to be in such a rush. Now as she eyed Nat's long semi-hard prick, hot saliva rushed to her mouth. She set aside her drink and knelt by Nat as he reclined, arms tucked behind his head, a big smile on his face. As she lowered her head into his lap, her hot breath tickled his cock, and he shivered in lusty anticipation. Anita fisted his prick and raised the fat purple head to her lips.
"Yeah, baby, go for it," Nat panted.
Anita's little pink tongue shot out, and she began lapping playfully at the sensitive head of his cock, teasing and enticing him. She swirled her slick tongue around, up and down his blue-veined stalk, and soon he was breathing loudly and harshly. It wasn't long before she got the results she wanted. Nat's prick suddenly lurched in her fist and ballooned to its full size, a thick seven-inch column of taut and pulsating meat. Anita shivered lustily at the size of it.
"That's more like it," she breathed.
Nat just grinned as she let go of his dick and let it stand all by itself. She started to lather his whole thick boner with her hot spit, slowly and tantalizingly working her way down from the fat purple head to the big hairy base. Nat shivered with excitement as she got closer and closer to his swollen nut sacs, and she sensed that he wanted her to lick her way right down onto those sensitive bags of flesh. She obliged, lapping and tickling from the base of his prick onto his coarse-haired balls. As she greedily tongued the hot bags, Nat groaned, and she felt his prick give a violent horny lurch against her cheek.
"Jesus, yeah, lick my balls," he groaned, "lick 'em all over, baby."
Anita pushed his legs apart and crawled between them for a better position. This way she could really get at his nut sacs with her hot stabbing tongue. She proceeded to coat the hairy bags with her steaming spit, making them bounce and quiver as she roughly worked them over. From there she tongued right onto the flat space between his balls and his shitter, and as she approached that puckered opening, Nat was shaking with excitement.
"Yeah, do it, lick me everywhere," he begged hoarsely.
All that wine at dinner had made Anita feel reckless and incredibly horny, and she eagerly extended her hot little tongue back between his legs till she was rimming the wrinkled mouth of his asshole. His prick gave another violent lusty lurch and began to leak thick globs of cream. Anita speared his shitter with the pointed tip of her tongue, jamming the wet meat about an inch into that hot steamy tunnel, and Nat groaned and almost flew off the bed. His whole body was shivering with excitement as she began to tongue-fuck his asshole.
"Holy Christ, that's good," he panted, "so fuckin' good. Keep doing it, honey, I love it."
Anita sensed that this was a first, even for Nat Parks, who could buy any girl he wanted. Getting bolder, she began thrusting her tongue quite deep into his hot pungent shitter, and with each rough lunge he groaned with pleasure. She worked her tongue faster and faster in his nether passage, till he was panting harshly and his face was contorted in a lusty grimace. With all that kinky stimulation, it wasn't long before he was right on the brink of coming.
But apparently that wasn't where he wanted to be, at least not right now. He let her go on snaking her slippery little tongue in his asshole for a few more seconds, then gently held her head and moved it back so that her tongue slipped from the hot juicy passage.
"That's enough, honey," he said hoarsely. "I don't wanta get off just yet. How about licking my cock a little more, then sucking it?"
Anita obeyed without a word. She, too, wanted their fun to last as long as possible. Personally she could have gone on all night. She tickled her tongue back between his legs, over his throbbing balls, and onto the thick base of his prick. Then she slowly tongued her way upward, and soon she was encountering the thick streams of his cock juice. She whimpered greedily as she tongued up the salty cream and ate it. Eagerly she approached the head of his dick, the source of all that tasty juice.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned.
"Yeah, honey, eat it all," Nat growled, "get my cock good and clean."
He was enjoying the view as he leaned back against the headboard and watched the beautiful blonde licking up his cock cream and swallowing it. A glance around the room gave him a dozen different views of the same scene, thanks to all the mirrors. One view he liked in particular. It showed Anita from behind, her luscious little ass poked up in the air as she crouched over him, her wet pink slit fully exposed. Nat grinned as he studied her from that angle. Then he glanced back at the real thing, Anita greedily tonguing her way to the swollen purple head of his prick.
At last she got there, after licking up and eating every drop of cream that had oozed from his piss hole. Now there was just one big glob left, bubbling from the cleft of his cock. She groaned and went for it, spearing it up on the tip of her tongue and rolling it around in her mouth to savor the taste. Finally she gave a hungry gurgle and swallowed the blob of hot cream, then looked around for more. But she'd cleaned his cock completely.
Luckily she knew how to get all the hot salty cream she wanted. Fisting the throbbing base of his cock, she suddenly crammed the rest into her mouth. Nat roared and almost went into orbit.
"Shit, yeah," he gasped, "suck my cock, baby, suck!"
Anita's lips were hugely stretched as she stuffed all the cock she could manage into the steam heat of her mouth. She got more than half his big seven-incher before she caved in her cheeks and began to suck. His prick was sheathed in the juicy hot flesh of her cheek linings and tickled by her tongue. The sensitive head of his cock was wedged into her throat. She sucked powerfully, using vacuum pressure to suction the hot cream out of his piss hole. She swallowed the hot liquid as fast as it dripped onto her tongue.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm," she moaned.
"Yeah, baby, eat all you want," Nat panted.
He didn't think he'd ever get over the thrill of watching a beautiful girl go down on him. There wasn't anything else quite like it. Now he watched his lovely blonde secretary gobbling his dick like she was starved for it, and he fought the urge to jet his come right down her throat. Anita was making a lewd slurping sound as she sucked, and that increased his wicked arousal. Her big ripe tits swayed, tickling his ribs and belly. She'd tucked her long blonde hair behind her ears so as not to spoil his view.
He watched her hot little mouth zipping up and down the granite column of his cock, leaving it gleaming with her spit. His prick was hugely engorged, bulging with thick blue veins, and his nut sacs felt ready to explode with their hot cargo. But Nat didn't want to get off, not yet. He was very good at holding back, at prolonging his pleasure till it became a kind of sweet agony. Then he'd have an orgasm that couldn't be equalled. But that wasn't going to happen for quite awhile yet. He wanted to just lean back and savor the delicious feeling of having his cock sucked.
"That's good, Anita, very good," he smiled. "But then you're good at everything you do."
Not quite, Anita thought. Apparently she wasn't doing very well at marriage. She wondered what her husband was doing tonight. It wouldn't surprise her if Bob were out making it with another woman. He had some anger to work out, too. But she pushed that thought from her mind and tried not to think about Bob. She was supposed to be having fun, forgetting her probleMs. She speeded up the pace of her sucking, making a loud obscene slurping noise, and Nat yelped.
"Shit, you trying to bring me off?" he chuckled. "You damned near did. Maybe you better lay off for awhile, honey, and we'll try something else."
Reluctantly Anita raised her head and let his massive stiff cock snap from her lips. It stood straight up, wet and gleaming, the head hugely swollen and leaking more bubbles of hot cream. She started to stab at them with her tongue, but Nat held her back. He was breathing hard, and it was clear that one more touch of her hot little tongue on his sensitive cock head would bring him off. He gently eased her onto her back and pushed her legs open, then knelt between them. He lifted her long shapely legs and draped them over his shoulders, opening her pussy completely to the light of the room.
She was totally vulnerable to him in that position, unable to roll away or to close her legs. Not that she wanted to, of course, she was quivering with impatience as Nat fisted his stiff cock and plugged the fat hard head into the tight ring of her cunt mouth. She whimpered as she felt the penetration of about an inch, and she soaked the head of his dick with a hot rush of cream. Nat paused in that position, just a little way into her, and checked the mirrors.
"Nice," he grinned. "Take a look." He pointed upward.
Anita raised her eyes and looked into the ceiling mirror. The scene couldn't have been more revealing. There she lay on her back, legs hugely stretched and draped over Nat's shoulders, and she could see the engorged purple head of his prick halfway lodged in her little fur-fringed twat mouth. She moaned and creamed again, and this time she saw a silvery trickle of juice overflowing her cunt and dribbling down the crack of her ass.
"That turns you on, doesn't it?" Nat asked with a leer.
"Y - Yes, yes, it does," Anita breathed.
"Now watch this," he grinned.
She kept her eyes on the ceiling mirror as she felt him pushing into her slowly and steadily. It was a hotly arousing sight, watching his long rigid cock disappear into her body. As it went into her cunt, it forced out her boiling cream, and the pearly liquid gushed down her ass crack. At last she couldn't see his cock, only his big hairy balls, and her box felt deliciously stuffed with throbbing meat.
"Unnhhhhhh, Nat, it feels so good," she whimpered. "I love the way your cock feels in me."
"I love sticking it in your hot little pussy," he leered. "Now hang on, honey, 'cause we're going for a hard ride."
He leaned forward a little, resting his hands on the bed, and began hammering his rock-hard cock into her. Now she couldn't see anything in the ceiling mirror but the rippling muscles in his back and ass, but on all sides of her she could see reflections of herself taking Nat's pumping prick. With her legs spread like that and draped over his shoulders, her cunt was reflected all around the room. She felt dizzy with excitement as she watched Nat's thick blue-veined boner sawing in and out, stretching her delicate cunt lips wide.
His hard fast fucking felt great to her. She wondered if she could ever get enough of it, though. She'd spent her lunch hour fucking Andy and had gotten off at least half a dozen times. Now she was spending her evening fucking Nat, and she was nowhere near being satisfied. Her lust was insatiable, her pussy hot as fire. Now Nat hammered his stiff dick right to her womb, fucking her roughly, reaming her tight little cuntal tube and she was loving every second of it.
"Unnnhhhhh, Nat, you're fucking me so good," she moaned, "don't ever stop, fuck me forever."
"Baby, I only wish I could," he groaned.
Her cunt was incredibly tight and hot, practically searing his prick. The powerful muscular walls of her twat tugged at his meat, drawing it deep into her steaming pussy. The harder and faster he fucked her, the better she seemed to like it. She moaned and clawed the bed and soaked his hammering cock with molten juice. Her eyes rolled shut, and her face twisted in a grimace of ecstasy as he fucked her to the very brink of orgasm.
"Oh, my God, I'm gonna come," she whimpered.
Nat made damned sure she did. He fucked into her like a pile driver, making her whole body shake, and she gurgled and clawed at the bedspread. Her cunt seemed to get hotter and tighter by the second, and her pretty white teeth flashed as she panted. Suddenly she stiffened and gasped, and Nat felt a huge hot surge of cream drenching his prick. Then her body began to convulse violently, her big ripe tits wobbling and bouncing.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, I'm coming, ahhhhhh!" she wailed.
Her cunt was gripping and releasing his dick in a hard hungry rhythm, and Nat could have come very easily. He held out, though, not ready to just yet. He wanted to go on enjoying her luscious juicy cunt, only next time from a different angle. He waited till she'd stopped coming, then lowered her legs from his shoulders and slipped his dripping cock from her twat. He got off the bed and motioned for her to join him.
"Let's try it this way," he leered.
He had her stand beside the bed and lean forward, resting her hands on the edge. Her pretty little ass was poked saucily at him, and he could see the silvery trickles of come-juice running down her inner thighs. He grasped her hips and slid his juice-slick cock between her legs, teasing and jabbing her swollen pussy. Anita whimpered with need and jerked her ass at him, trying to impale her cunt on his long stiff cock. He finally socked the fat head of his prick into her hungry little twat mouth, and she whimpered and creamed all over the fleshy knob.
"Yessssss," she hissed, "stick your big cock in me, Nat, fuck me crazy."
Nat gave a lusty snort and plowed into her, knowing she wanted it hard. He butted her womb and felt his balls slapping her ass. Anita took the rough thrust with a howl of pleasure, and she dug her nails into the bed to steady herself as he began fucking her in a hard steady rhythm. He could hear her gurgling and squealing with excitement as he plowed his cock again and again into her velvet-lined little fuck hole.
"Unnnhhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she babbled.
Anita amazed herself. She'd never been so horny in her life, never come so many times without feeling satisfied. Her lust seemed endless, and only one thing could appease it making it with new men, taking strange cocks. As long as that was happening, she felt great, but the minute it was over, she was horny again. Nat was fucking her really good now. giving it to her hard and fast the way she needed it, but she knew it was going to take a lot more fucking before she could sleep. Greedily she worked her famished twat up and down the steely rod of his cock, getting all the hot friction she could.
"Ooooooo, shit, it's so good," she panted.
Across the room she could see herself from the front, her big ripe tits wobbling crazily as she took Nat's stiff fucking. All she could see of Nat was his hands on her hips and his stabbing cock jerking in and out of her dripping pussy hole. She looked around and found a more exciting view, reflecting them from the side. Now she could see Nat's whole muscular body in action as he hammered his cock in and out of her from behind.
"Yeah, give it to me, baby, fuck me good and hard," she panted, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
Nat leered at her and fucked her even harder, his flat belly smacking her ass. Her whole body shook with the impact, and she gurgled and moaned with bliss. She wished the wonderful sensations would last forever, but she was very close to coming, and so was Nat. His face was red with lust, and sweat was beading on his forehead. Suddenly, to her surprise, he whipped his stiff cock out of her and staggered backwards. She turned to stare at him, and he grabbed her hand and hurried over to face one of the huge wall mirrors.
"Let's finish off this way," he grinned.
He had her stand facing the mirror, just about a foot away from it, and he got behind her and eased his swollen prick back into her juicy cunt. She watched in lusty fascination as that huge sausage of flesh split her pussy lips and glided into her body. When he was all the way in, he slipped his arms around her waist and held her firmly. He began to fuck her very hard and fast, making her body quiver and her tits bounce. She could see his cock whipping in and out of her cunt, and so could he.
"Ohhhhhhhh, my God, you're driving me crazy, Nat," she moaned.
"Watch yourself come," he leered, "that's always a kick."
Anita wasn't going to have to wait long for that experience. She was practically coming already. Nat's big hard boner hammered deep in her cunt, giving her hot blasts of pleasure, and she wanted to close her eyes in ecstasy and blot out everything but the wonderful sensations she was getting. But she forced herself to stare straight ahead, meeting her own eyes in the mirror. As she went over the edge into a dizzying orgasm, she saw her whole face contort with lust. Then her eyes began to roll, and she couldn't focus them. She caught a glimpse of Nat, and he had the same contorted look on his face.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, Nat, I'm coming!" Anita screamed.
"Aaaaggghhhhh, Jesus, yes!" he bellowed, flooding her cunt with molten jizz. "Take my load, baby, aaaggghhhhh!"
Swaying and quaking with hot shocks of pleasure, Anita watched herself come. It was the strangest sexual experience she'd ever had. But she sensed that this weekend was going to bring even wilder adventures. Tomorrow she'd be hostess at Nat's client party, the only woman among a dozen men. There was no telling what that might lead to . . .
Chapter Five
Saturday's party was for Nat's most important clients, extremely wealthy men with whom he did millions of dollars worth of business. But as Anita found out, one particular client was even more important than all the others. This was a mysterious man named Clayton Bannister, whom she'd never met before.
"I've invited Clay early," Nat explained, "because I want to give him special treatment. I hope you'll be able to help me out, Anita."
"But of course, Nat," she said, "I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me what you need."
"We'll wait and see exactly what Clay wants," he replied, "but I'm pretty sure it will include you."
The other clients weren't scheduled to arrive until evening, but Clayton Bannister was going to have a private lunch with Nat. As Anita waited to greet him at the door, she began to feel a little nervous. This Bannister guy had to be pretty damned important to the future of the company to rate such special attention from Clay. Promptly at one o'clock the buzzer rang, and Anita opened the door to see a tall, lanky, sandy-haired man in his early fifties. He didn't smile, but his eyes swept quickly over her body and seemed to warm with approval.
"Hello," she smiled, "I'm Mr. Parks' executive secretary, Anita Anderson."
"I'm Clayton Bannister," he said, extending his hand, "but please just call me Clay."
Anita ushered him inside and, as soon as he and Nat were together, she left to get some lunch elsewhere. Nat had said they'd want to be alone for awhile to discuss confidential matters. When she came back, however, they were having drinks and laughing and talking. Apparently the business discussion had gone quickly and well. Now Clay Bannister would be in the mood for some entertainment.
"Anita," Nat said, "I've got to run back to the office and draw up some papers for Clay to sign. Please take care of him while I'm gone, will you? Give him anything he wants."
"Yes, Nat," Anita said, not really knowing what he had in mind.
As soon as he was gone, Clay Bannister beckoned her to come over and sit by him on the couch. She did so, then gasped with surprise as the near-stranger promptly grabbed her and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. His tongue shot between her lips and probed around, and he ran his hands over her body, exploring her tits and the curves of her waist and hips. Anita was so astonished, she didn't react at all. When Clay finally broke the kiss, she just gawked at him.
"You seem surprised," he said.
"Yes, I am," she admitted.
"This must be the first time you've been Nat's hostess for a party," he grinned. "You're not familiar with all the duties involved."
Finally Anita got it. She blushed hotly. "You mean?"
"Yes, I mean I want you to go to bed with me," Clay said, "and Nat wants me to be happy. No objections, I hope?"
"N - No, of course not," Anita stammered.
And in fact, when she thought about it, she really didn't mind fucking this distinguished-looking man she'd met only an hour ago. In spite of fucking Nat half the night, she'd woken up horny, and nothing would please her more than taking a nice stiff cock. She smiled and leaned back against the couch and let Clay run his hands over her firmly thrusting tits. He began to unbutton the front of her dress, and she didn't try to stop him. Her pussy, already warm and moist, began to cream heavily as she thought of getting it on with this commanding stranger.
"This is a little treat Nat plans for me a few times a year," Clay explained as he opened the front of her dress. "I can afford any woman I want, of course, but it's nice to be surprised now and then. And it's nice to be with a nonprofessional. I find it much more exciting."
He talked very calmly as he eased the dress down to her waist and then unhooked and removed her bra. He hoisted her big round tits as if testing their weight, then fondled and squeezed them as he went on talking to her. His wife, he explained, had opted out of sex when she was only forty, saying she was too old for it. She never had liked to fuck anyway. She'd gotten the children she wanted, and that was it, as far as she was concerned.
"And that was fine with me, too," Clay said. "It left me free to make love to any woman I wanted. When she cut me off from sex at home, she had to give me that privilege."
Something about his voice was hypnotic to Anita. She slumped back against the couch and gurgled softly as he massaged her big hot tits and rubbed her large pink nipples into stiff erection. She was creaming steadily by now, the hot sticky juice seeping through her panties. Glancing at Clay's fly, she saw no sign of a hard-on, but it was hard to tell with that bulky three-piece suit. He sure as hell seemed interested in her tits. And he sure talked a lot, for a guy who'd started out reserved and cool.
"I've had the most expensive call girls in the world," he said, "and I've had them in nearly every country in the world. But I still prefer a woman who doesn't make her living that way, a woman who's doing it because she just plain loves to fuck. I'm sure that's why Nat picked you out for me, Anita."
Anita just looked at him, not certain how to reply. Nat would have had a woman for his special client, but it might not have been Anita if she hadn't suddenly decided to ignore her marriage vows. But somehow Nat had decided she'd be right for the job, and she didn't intend to let him down. Now Clay had teased and caressed her sensitive tits until they were lust-engorged and stiff-nippled. He sat back and admired them for a moment, then got to his feet.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he said.
Anita got up without a murmur and followed him, naked to the waist. As they walked to the master bedroom and its enormous fur-covered bed, she was unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her dress. She let the garment fall to the floor as they entered the large mirror-covered room and stepped out of it wearing just her lacy black panties and red four-inch heels. Clay turned and looked her over with approval.
"Take off your panties," he said, "but leave the shoes on. They excite me."
Anita obeyed. Wearing just those sexy red shoes, she walked to the bed and stretched out on her back, parting her thighs just enough to show him a teasing glimpse of wet pink flesh. Clay stood there ogling her body, taking his time. Obviously Nat had agreed to leave them alone together for quite awhile, because the guy was in no hurry. At last he began to undress, carefully removing and folding his expensive three-piece suit.
As she watched him take off his clothes, Anita got very excited. He had the same kind of build as Nat, lean and hard, but he was much taller, almost six and a half feet. She suspected he'd be hung like a horse, and she was right. As he skinned out of his shorts, her eyes got huge. His dick was a good eight inches long, maybe longer, and it was as thick as a woman's wrist. Anita hadn't dreamed that cocks could grow that big. And this guy didn't even have a complete hard-on yet. He was taking his time about that, too. As he strolled over to the bed, she couldn't help gawking at his lewdly dangling prick and wondering how it would look when it was fully engorged.
It wasn't long before she found out. Clay slid onto the bed, stretched out comfortably on his back, and said, "Suck me till I'm good and hard, Anita."
He didn't say please, and he didn't ask, he quietly but firmly commanded. Anita rolled into a crouch beside him, bent low, and tickled his semi-stiff cock with her hot breath. She picked up the enormous hot slab of meat and found that she could barely get her fingers around the hairy base. She began to pump, and she lifted the massive purple head to her lips. Her slick little tongue darted out and lashed the sensitive flesh.
"Yes, that's good," Clay snorted, "do that for awhile."
Actually Anita was stalling for time because she wasn't at all sure she could get his cock into her mouth. Instead she went at it with her whipping tongue, teasing and stimulating every inch of the granite column of flesh and leaving it glistening with her hot spit. Clay seemed to enjoy what she was doing. He sighed and shivered as her hungry little tongue whipped and lashed all over the fat purple head of his prick. She tongued her way downward, swirling around and around the blue-veined shaft, till she'd licked every bit of his huge cock. But as she worked her way back up toward the head, she knew she'd have to get on to the main act pretty soon. Could she really take this gigantic cock in her mouth?
There was only one way to find out. Fisting and pumping the lower half of his dick, she opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could and fed the rest of his meat inside. She just barely managed to take it. Her lips were stretched till she thought they'd burst, and her mouth was so crammed with cock she could hardly breathe, but somehow she got half his giant prick into her mouth and began sucking on it. Clay gasped with excitement, and that was when it happened his prick went to full engorgement in her already stuffed mouth. "Unnnhhhhh, uuummmmm," she gasped. "Easy," he panted, "you can take it." That was easy for him to say. Anita thought her lips would split as his enormous cock swelled up taut and rigid in her mouth. The huge fist, like head of his prick butted into her throat till she had to draw back a little or choke. But at last his prick finished swelling, and Anita breathed a sigh of relief and began to suck on the enormous hot slab of meat that throbbed against every inch of her mouth. As her greedy sucking began, Clay groaned blissfully.
"Yes, that's what I want." he said hoarsely, "just keep sucking till I tell you to stop."
Anita hoped that would be soon. She loved sucking cock, but frankly, this one was just too big for her little mouth. Her lips were painfully stretched, and she could hardly breathe. She was scared that Clay might lose control of himself and fuck right into her throat, and that would choke her for sure. But she did her job, sucking fast and forcefully, and soon his cock began to leak delicious hot juice onto her tongue. That made the whole experience worthwhile.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned, starting to drool all over his big throbbing dick.
Clay didn't say much as she gave him that greedy blow-job. She occasionally glanced at him, and he looked happy and relaxed, arms tucked behind his head. He was glancing around at all the different mirrors, getting different views of her as she crouched over him. It was a rather exciting view, Anita had to admit. Naked except for her red high-heels, she was zipping her mouth up and down the spit-soaked shaft of his cock and moaning softly as she ate his cream. Her big ripe tits grazed his belly, and her luscious little ass was poked up in the air. Now Clay seemed to be looking behind her.
That was a view she couldn't see, but it was his favorite. It reflected her from behind, and it provided a perfectly lit view of her delicate pink pussy and its fine fringe of blonde curls. Clay noticed that as she sucked his cock and gobbled his cream, her pussy swelled and beaded With hot juice, getting so lust-engorged that it changed from light pink to hot red. That was a change no woman could fake. This girl honestly loved sucking his cock, and he knew she'd love fucking him, too.
It was almost time for that. Clay luxuriated in the wonderful sensation of having his dick sucked, indulging himself in it till he ached to come. But he was careful not to linger too long. Like his friend Nat, he liked to hold out as long as possible, prolonging his pleasure till it was almost unbearable. As a young man he'd shot his load fast, leaving his ladies unsatisfied and disappointed. Now he'd developed his technique so he could satisfy a woman many times and that was a thousand times more satisfying for him, too.
"Mmmmm, mmmmmm," Anita moaned as she worked her hot little mouth up and down the wrist-thick stalk of his prick.
His piss hole was leaking thick streams of salty juice, and she suctioned out the hot liquid and rolled it around in her mouth, savoring the taste. Then she greedily gulped it down and sucked for more, drooling all over the massive head of Clay's cock. It was fun and exciting to take that enormous horse-prick in her mouth, but she couldn't help wondering how it would feel in her seething little pussy hole. She was just about to find out.
"All right, Anita, that's enough," Clay said.
She raised her head and let his gigantic prick slip from her mouth. The huge column of blue-veined meat stood straight up, and now it was so massive Anita could hardly believe her eyes. It was enormously thick and probably nine inches long. She couldn't suppress a gurgle of excitement as she eyed that fantastic cock. Clay let her stare for awhile, and he looked amused. It probably wasn't the first time a woman had stared at his prick in disbelief. But soon he got impatient.
"Sit on it," he ordered.
Anita wondered if that was possible. Carefully she got over him, her knees hugging his hips, and she touched the dripping mouth of her cunt to the enormous hard knob of his cock head. It was like sitting on a cannonball. She caught her breath and started pushing, and she felt her delicate cunt lips being hugely stretched. She looked at Clay questioningly, but he just nodded, indicating that she could continue pushing. She felt the first inch of his huge rock-hard cock entering her body.
"Oh, my God, Clay, I don't know if I can take it," Anita whimpered.
"Yes, you can," he said calmly. "Just relax and push slowly. Take your time."
Anita tried to relax, but she'd never taken anything this massive into her cunt before, and it was kind of scary. She pushed steadily downward and felt her pussy hole being crammed tight with Clay's lust-stiffened cock. She could feel the hot column of meat throbbing against every inch of her gripping box.
But at last his huge cock head touched her womb, and she paused to catch her breath. She was so full of cock, she couldn't even move.
"Look in front of you," Clay said.
Anita looked and saw her reflection in the mirrored headboard. It was a wickedly fascinating sight. She was kneeling over this big, lean, muscular man, with his wrist-thick cock spreading her cunt lips grotesquely wide and extending far into her body. The sight turned her on like mad, and she began to cream. She saw the pearly juice overflow her crammed twat and trickle down Clay's blue-veined shaft.
"Good," he said, "I feel that."
He was actually leering. She hadn't expected him to let himself go to that extent. But obviously his lust was overcoming his dignity and reserve. Now he grasped Anita by the waist and began fucking her in long, slow, sensuous strokes. It was the only way he could fuck her, the fit was so tight between his huge cock and her tiny cunt. But it felt great, and she threw back her head and squealed and gurgled with excitement. She was creaming steadily now, and the hot juice gradually made his fucking slick and easy.
"Ahhhhhh, Christ, yes," he groaned, "good and tight."
He didn'fask how Anita was feeling, but he didn't have to. He could feel her molten juice drenching his cock as he fucked her, and he could hear her shrill cries of pleasure as he worked his enormous stiff cock in her fiery-hot fuck hole. And in every mirror he could see there was her reflection, showing a beautiful blonde with her head thrown back in ecstasy, her white teeth flashing as she moaned and panted.
"Ohhhhh, my God, it's so good," she moaned.
"I told you you could take it," Clay chuckled.
He liked watching different angles of their fucking in all those mirrors, but he also liked focusing on the real thing, watching his huge cock split her cunt lips and plow deep into her body, forcing out thick waves of hot cream. She was hot as a furnace inside, and her hungry little box greedily gripped and sucked at his deep-thrusting dick. She was the sweetest little piece of ass that Nat had ever provided for him. He just wondered where his old buddy had come up with this fantastic girl.
She loved his fucking, and she wasn't bothering to hide the fact. Her beautiful face was soon contorted in a lusty grimace, and she was moaning loudly and hoarsely every time he drove his massive boner to her womb. She soaked his cock with her helplessly gushing cream. He tried fucking her a little faster and harder, and she loved that, too. Very gradually he increased the speed and force of his fucking, and Anita kept pace with him, jerking her hips to his rhythm.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, so fuckin' good," she sobbed. "Keep fucking me, Clay, fuck me forever."
She happened to open her eyes at that moment, and in the headboard she saw a brand-new reflection, Nat Parks. Her boss was standing at the foot of the bed, watching them with a big grin on his face. He'd entered the room so quietly that Anita hadn't heard him. Now as he caught her eye in the mirror, he winked. Anita blushed right down to her toes as she wondered how long she'd had an audience.
"Enjoying yourselves?" Nat asked lazily.
Clay didn't seem at all surprised at his friend's presence. "Nat," he said eagerly, "Anita's fantastic. I can't thank you enough."
"Forget it," Nat said, "my pleasure."
My pleasure, Anita thought as she took the steady deep thrusts of Clay's massive stiff boner. As Nat stood there watching them, she began to come, and it seemed like she'd never stop. She had a whole long explosive string of orgasms that shook her body and made her howl with ecstasy. All the while Clay was fucking into her faster and faster, infected by her wild excitement, and soon her whole body was thundering with the impact of his huge pile-driving cock.
"Unnnhhhh, Clay, you're making me come so good!" she wailed.
"Get ready to take my come," he growled. "Ahhhhh, God, awwwwww, I'm coming!"
Anita's cunt was suddenly drenched with sizzling liquid, and that triggered her into yet another body-wracking climax. As she came, she remembered Nat whispering hoarsely to her last night, "Watch yourself come." She kept her eyes open and watching herself in the mirror. She saw Nat watching her, too, and that really was a kinky thrill. She grinned at him in the mirror, her face twisted with lust, and he grinned back. She felt the steaming floods of Clay's come overflowing her twat and gushing down her thighs.
"Ahhhhhhhh, shit, it's so good," she moaned, "I'm coming so damned good!"
As she wailed and came and took Clay's hammering cock, she saw Nat begin to take off his clothes.
Chapter Six
It seemed that Nat had every intention of stripping and joining the party. Anita felt a wicked thrill. She'd never even imagined making love to two men before, one after the other, but the idea appealed to her right away. She just wondered how Clay was going to feel about it. As she crawled off him, he gave a big satisfied sigh and remained stretched out on the bed, not about to move.
Meanwhile Nat had discarded the last of his clothes and was climbing onto the bed. Anita's eyes darted to his belly-hugging hard-on, and right away she felt powerfully horny, even though she'd just come like a bomb. Clay watched lazily as his friend and business partner crawled onto the bed. To Anita's relief, he didn't seem at all annoyed. In fact as Nat reached for her, Clay began to grin.
"Good idea," he chuckled. "Keep her busy while I have a rest."
"I'll keep her busy, all right," Nat said, drawing Anita down on the bed. "How about it, baby, are you up for a little more fun?"
"Mmmmm, I sure am," Anita purred.
Nat eased her onto her back and began kissing her all over, from her stiff-nippled tits down to her soft golden bush. Knowing what he was after, and eager to give it to him, she bent her knees and opened her thighs as wide as she could. Nat crawled between her legs, and she shivered with anticipation as she felt his hot breath fanning her naked slit. All the while Clay was watching them with great interest.
"Oooooooo, yessss, eat meeeeee," Anita squealed.
Clay's eyes widened, and he scooted closer to the action. With all his money, he tended just to buy women and do whatever he wanted with them. He knew he could probably get women for free if he took the trouble to please them. So he was very interested in the way Nat was arousing Anita. Nat obviously didn't have to pay for her company. Her pretty face was flushed with pleasure as his head bobbed between her widely parted thighs.
"Ahhhhhh, yes, I just love tht, Nat," she sighed.
Each time Nat's head bobbed up, Clay could see what he was doing to the squealing, sighing young blonde. He'd made his tongue long and stiff, and he was using it to whip Anita's erect pink clit, giving her hot stabs of pleasure. Each time his tongue lashed roughly over her ultrasensitive joy button, she moaned and creamed. Clay could see the hot pearly juice spurt from her cunt to wet Nat's bobbing chin and gush down the crack of her ass. That kind of response couldn't be faked. Clay found himself starting to envy his old friend.
"Unnnhhhhh, Nat, it's so good," Anita whimpered. "Keep doing it to me, make me come."
Clay had simply used the girl, ordering her to suck his cock, then fucking her tight little box. He'd been really pleased when she liked it. But all his women would respond like that, he realized, if he did something to please them.
He watched how Anita was responding to Nat's expert pussy-eating, and he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to drive girls wild with his mouth and tongue, the way Nat was doing.
Anita had her head thrown back, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. She was clawing the bed and panting and moaning. She was arching her luscious body up, shoving her famished clit against Nat's raking tongue. It was clear that she was on the very verge of coming. Clay felt hotly excited as he watched her, and he would have given anything to be in Nat's place just then, whipping his tongue over her throbbing love bud and driving her to a fever pitch of pleasure.
"Unnnhhhhh, fuck, you're gonna do it to me, you're gonna make me come," Anita sobbed.
She adored it when Nat tongued her clit this way, whipping and lashing the little pink bud till she didn't think she could stand another ounce of searing pleasure. Her whole pussy was soaked with her helplessly gushing cream, and so was Nat's chin and cheeks. She felt the molten liquid flooding down the cleft of her ass and puddling on the bed. The pleasure built and built in her hot little gash till she was screaming with it. She felt like she'd die if she didn't get off pretty soon.
"Ohhhh, Nat, please make me come," she moaned, "I'll go crazy if I don't come."
That was when Clay realized Nat was deliberately holding back the girl's climax, arousing her out of her mind but not letting her get any relief. His whipping tongue aroused her to a certain peak of pleasure but didn't take her over the edge. But now that she was begging for it, he relented and changed his technique. While Clay watched intently, Nat suddenly jammed his mouth onto her clit and began to suck her off. Anita screamed and flooded his face with an uncontrollable burst of cream.
"Ooooooooo, yeah, baby, that's it," she sobbed, "that'll do it."
Nat was making an obscene wet sucking sound that echoed through the large bedroom. Clay found himself wickedly aroused by watching the scene, and he felt his cock lurch into stiffness. Immediately he wanted to shove Nat aside and cram his dick into the girl's hot slick cunt. Clay wasn't used to having to wait. But this time he'd just have to be patient and wait his turn. Nat didn't seem to be in any hurry as he noisily sucked Anita's clit and gobbled up her tangy cream.
Suddenly she stiffened, gasped, and then began to writhe and buck. "Ohhhhhh, shit, you did it, I'm coming!" she howled.
Clay's prick gave a lusty jump as he watched her coming. She came violently, her big tits wobbling like jello, her whole body convulsing. Her pelvis was jerking so hard, Nat couldn't keep her clit between his lips, so he raised his head and watched her, too. He had a triumphant grin on his face, and Clay couldn't blame him. He'd made this gorgeous blonde come like a bomb, using only his lips and tongue.
"Ahhhhhh, Nat, it's so damned good," Anita moaned.
She was finally coming down from her orgasm, still having a few delicious aftershocks. A thick stream of glistening juice was oozing from her cunt and down the crack of her ass. Finally she opened her eyes and gave Nat a grateful smile. He grinned back, then dived for her pussy again. Clay was surprised. Nat had a fierce hard-on, but he was postponing the final pleasure in favor of pussy-eating. It was as if he couldn't get enough of the girl's tangy hot slit.
"Oooooo, Nat, you devil," Anita squealed, "you know I love that."
Clay had to know what he was doing. He crawled even closer and peered between
Anita's widely parted legs. He shivered lustily when he saw that Nat was slowly but steadily inching his tongue up her cunt, cramming her with it. Anita was moaning hoarsely as she took the slippery meat, obviously loving every second of his slow penetration. Clay could see her thick cuntal juices overflowing and soaking Nat's tongue. At last his tongue was lodged to the root in her steaming little twat.
"Ohhhhh, my God, that's heavenly," Anita whimpered, almost sobbing with pleasure. "Now fuck me with it, Nat, fuck hard."
Clay almost came just from listening to her. She wasn't being paid to talk that way. She was just letting that Nat know how much she loved what he was doing to her. Now he began to jerk his long stiff tongue up and down in her cunt, and she gurgled and squealed with pleasure, her pretty face twisting into a lusty grimace. She closed her eyes as if to blot out every other sensations, and she dug her nails into the bedspread. Clay sat inches away from her, avidly watching everything his friend did to her.
"Unnnhhhhh, fuck, it's good," Anita gurgled, "you can do that to me forever, Nat."
Clay watched his friend's big thick tongue darting in and out of the girl's eagerly offered cunt. Nat was reaming deep into her steaming box and tonguing out her hot cream and eating it with a snort of lust. He was really hungry for her juice. And Anita was so obviously getting off on his deep rough tongue-fucking. Her whole body was flushed with arousal, and she was whimpering in ecstasy as his big tongue crammed her box again and again. It wasn't long before she was panting on the verge of another powerful climax.
"Ahhhh, Nat, you're driving me crazy," she sobbed, "I just have to come."
Nat briefly raised his cream-soaked face and leered at her. "Greedy," he said, "I just got you off a second ago."
"I know," Anita giggled, "but I want more. Yeah, I'm greedy, so give it to me, baby, get me off." .
"I can't turn down a request like that," Nat chuckled, flashing his friend a grin.
Then he slammed his face between her thighs, and a second later she let out a piercing scream of pleasure. Clay couldn't see what was happening, but he could easily guess. Nat had his long hot tongue shoved right to the root in the girl's hungry little fuck hole. She started pumping her hips furiously, slamming her juicy cunt up and down the thick slab of meat, and in another few seconds she was coming, her thick molten cream spurting out to soak
Nat's face.
"Ahhhh, yeah, whaaahhhhh!" she howled. Clay's mammoth cock gave another hard lurch as he watched her coming. He ached to drag his friend aside and cop the place between her legs. He imagined shoving his stiff cock into her while she was still coming. Her powerfully-muscled young cunt would squeeze and tug at his dick, sucking the come right out of his balls. But he'd just have to wait, because Nat still wasn't finished with her. He'd gone to his knees to watch her come, and his prick was so hard it lay flat against his belly, drooling hot globs of cream.
As Anita finally started coming down from her body-rocking climax, Nat flipped her over onto her hands and knees, and she eagerly raised her ass. Although she'd just finished coming twice, and hard, she wanted more orgasms, and she especially wanted a good stiff cock jerking in her cunt. As Nat socked the big hard head of his prick into her steaming little twat mouth, she gurgled with excitement and creamed all over the knob of flesh.
"Yesssss," she hissed, "get into me, Nat, fuck my pussy good and hard."
"Jesus, baby," Clay laughed, "don't you ever get enough?"
"Nooooo," Anita moaned, "no, I don't think I ever will."
She felt intense pleasure as Nat crammed his lust-engorged prick into her and began fucking her hard and fast, just the way she craved it. She thought about the question Clay had just asked her. She'd always had normal needs and desires, and she'd always enjoyed fucking her husband, but it seemed that ever since she and Bob had quarreled, she'd had a case of the hornies that just wouldn't quit. Since yesterday she'd fucked three men besides her husband, and she wasn't anywhere near being satisfied.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she panted as she took her boss' jackhammering prick.
She wondered just what was making her so insatiably lusty. Could her anger at Bob possibly be fueling all this lust? She'd never felt so horny in her life, never been so greedy for orgasMs. She wanted to glut herself on sex, and she had a feeling she was just getting started. She took Nat's deep, diving cock with howls of delight, but at the same time she was looking forward to a whole night of fucking, with Nat or with anybody else she could get. She caught Clay's eye and wantonly stuck her tongue out at him. As soon as Nat was through with her, she'd fuck Clay again.
There was no question that he was ready for her. His huge nine-incher was stiff as a post, and.he was watching her with a leer. When she stuck out her tongue at him in the lewd gesture of invitation, he reached under her and cupped her heavily swinging tits. He squeezed and molded the big globes of flesh while Nat fucked her. Anita found it very exciting to have two men stimulating her at the same time.
"Unnnhhhh, yes, yessssss," she moaned.
"You really picked a winner this time," Clay said to Nat.
Nat, flushed and a little sweaty from minutes of hard fucking, grinned at him and said, "Yeah, she's the best yet, isn't she?"
"Better than any pro," Clay agreed.
"And I got her just by accident," Nat said. "I was going to hire somebody, when Anita sort of volunteered."
Anita heard them talking about her, of course, but she didn't respond. All she cared about just then was Nat's steel-hard cock pounding deep in her cunt and giving her violent blasts of hot pleasure. She loved the sensation of having her greedy little twat reamed by that thick column of meat. She loved it when his big stiff prick battered her womb. Only a rough and thorough fucking could begin to satisfy the hot lust that possessed her body.
"Unnnhhhh, Nat, you sonofabitch, stop talking and just fuck me," she groaned.
"Guess I better get back to work," Nat laughed.
Clay was almost writhing with envy as he watched his friend pumped his juice-soaked dick in and out of the girl's slick little fuck hole. His own cock was painfully swollen, his balls ready to burst with their huge hot load of jizz. He ached to cram his prick into Anita's fiery-hot pussy hole and fuck her till her teeth rattled and her body shook. In fact he was tempted to just jack off all over her luscious body while he watched Nat fuck her. There were all kinds of options.
But Clay decided to hold out for her deliciously tight and steamy cunt. He tried to contain his maddening lust as he watched another man enjoying that slick, hot, gripping j little tunnel. Nat had to be close to coming by now. He'd been hammering his stiff dick into her for almost ten minutes, and his face was red and wet with effort. But he seemed reluctant to end the fun, and Clay couldn't blame him for that. There weren't many pleasures that could top fucking a gorgeous, squealing, slick-cunted woman.
"Oooooo, Nat, I'm gonna come," Anita was moaning, "I'm gonna come real quick."
"Not before I do," Nat groaned as he started to fuck into her with uncontrolled speed. "Ahhhhh, shit, fuck, aaagghhhhh!"
Anita felt the first scorching blast of his jizz against her womb, and it triggered her right into a body-wracking come. "Ahhhhhh, you did it, ahhhhhh!" she wailed. "Nat, I'm coming so fuckin' good!"
Glay shuddered with lusty impatience as he watched the gorgeous blonde coming and taking Nat's pile-driving cock. The two of them howled and writhed together for a full minute while Nat pumped his hot jizz into her womb. The steaming liquid soon overflowed her box and gushed down her inner thighs. After what seemed an eternity to Clay, Nat finally gave a satisfied sigh and drew his dripping prick from her cunt.
"Next?" he grinned.
Clay almost knocked him over getting to the girl. He rolled her over onto her back and pushed her legs wide open. Anita gawked at him, not sure what he was up to. He had an expression she hadn't seen before, a kind of wild animal lust, his lips curled back in a snarl. Then he thrust his face into her swollen wet pussy and crammed his big stiff tongue into her cunt. It stuffed her completely in one hungry thrust.
"Oooooo, God, yesssss," she gasped, "stick that big tongue in me, Clay, fuck me with it."
Nat shook his head in wonder. He'd never met a woman as lusty as Anita, and he was pretty experienced. He'd just brought her off three times in a row with his tongue, mouth and cock, but she seemed as horny as ever, howling in ecstasy as Clay began to plow his tongue in and out of her box. Her pretty face twisted in a lusty grimace, and she closed her eyes and blotted out everything but the delicious sensations she was getting from Clay's jerking tongue.
"Unnnhhhhh, yeah, so fuckin' good," she gurgled.
The obscene wet sucking sounds of Clay's tonguing filled the room. He'd never bothered much with pussy-eating before, and he realized now what he'd been missing. The hot tangy taste of her juice really turned him on, and he loved exploring and reaming her velvet-lined cunt with his tongue. Best of all he loved the way he could make her writhe and cream and howl just by using his tongue in her box. It gave him a kind of power over her that no amount of money could buy. She was completely in his hands, her pleasure dependent on his spearing tongue.
"Oooooo, Clay, do it to me harder, real hard," she sobbed.
Clay obliged her and felt her cunt getting red-hot and very tight around his plowing tongue. He realized she was creating all the friction she could get, greedily working herself into yet another climax. He kept hammering his tongue into her as hard and deep as he could, and in another few seconds his face was flooded with a huge molten burst of cream. Anita's body began convulsing so hard that he couldn't keep his tongue inside her.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck, ahhhhhhh!" she wailed. "You did it to me, Clay, I'm coming!"
Clay rose to his knees and watched her, so consumed with lust that he forgot his friend Nat was right there next to them, watching everything they did. Clay was conscious of only one thing, the desire to sink his lust-engorged prick in the girl's still convulsing box. With a growl of lust he crammed it into her, hitting bottom while she was still coming. Her spasming cunt sucked and squeezed his throbbing prick in a hard hungry massage. He gritted his teeth and just barely kept from coming.
"Unnnhhhhh, my God," Anita sobbed.
She'd never felt anything like it, a huge hard cock thrust into her right in the middle of a climax. It seemed to prolong her hot sensations and make them even more intense. Then, when she finally finished coming and the rippling walls of her cunt went still, Clay pulled her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, his mammoth prick still lodged to the hilt in her dripping box. He eased off the bed and carried her over next to one of the huge wall mirrors. He stood sideways before the mirror and fucked her, so they could both watch.
"Unnnhhhh, yessss," Anita hissed, her voice hoarse with lust.
It thrilled her to watch herself being fucked. She had her legs wrapped tightly around Clay's waist, so her cunt was fully open to his jackhammering cock. She could see the thick blue-veined column of flesh plowing in and out of her cunt, forcing out her hot cream so that it dripped to the floor. Each time Clay rammed his prick into her, her body shook and she felt a hot stab of pleasure. Then Nat jumped off the bed and came over to join them, standing behind Anita. He had a wicked leer on his face.
"Oooooo, shit, ooooboo!" Anita squealed.
Nat had plunged his little finger up her asshole. While she took the rough deep thrusts of Clay's giant horse-cock, Nat was finger-fucking her shitter. The double pleasure was so intense, Anita almost blacked out. She began to come, and she couldn't stop. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body, and all she could do was throw back her head and howl. Somewhere during that long string of blinding climaxes, she heard Clay bellow and felt the searing flood of his jizz. Finally the two men stepped away from her and helped her stand up.
"Better grab a shower and a rest, honey," Nat said, giving her a pat on the ass. "You've got a long night ahead of you."
Chapter Seven
Early that evening the rest of Nat's most important clients began arriving for the party. Nat had had a catering service set out a large table of food and restock the built-in bar, but he didn't keep anybody on to serve the guests. They could serve themselves, he said, and that way there'd be total privacy.
Privacy for what, Anita wondered. As the hour for the party drew closer, she became every excited, but she really had no idea what was going to happen. She'd rested, showered, and dressed in a low-cut black evening gown that showed off her superb thrusting tits. The dress was slit up the side to show off her legs. She brushed her long straight blonde hair till it gleamed, and she knew she looked very good. But she still wasn't sure of her function at the party.
Nat was maddeningly vague about it. "Oh, just circulate and make sure everybody's having a good time," he said. "You'll know what to do."
That wasn't much help, so Anita turned to Clay, who was just coming out of the bathroom after a long hot shower. "Just what am I supposed to do this evening?" she asked. "Nat isn't making it very clear."
Clay smiled, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Do whatever makes the guests happy, my dear."
Anita threw up her hands and went to make herself a drink. If nobody would explain what she was supposed to do, she might as well just relax and enjoy herself. So it happened that when the guests finally started arriving, she was a little tipsy and very, very relaxed. The men were all middle-aged, ranging from their late thirties to their early fifties, and they were all expensively dressed. Most of them were very attractive, too. Anita found herself mentally undressing them as they walked in.
No doubt they were doing the same thing to her. As she smiled, introduced herself, and welcomed them to the party, their eyes swept over her body with obvious interest. There were about a dozen arrivals, and by the time they were all there, Anita was feeling pretty horny. Never mind that she'd spent the whole day fucking Nat and Clay, she wanted a man again. And now she had a whole room full of men to choose from. That was a very exciting prospect.
"Anita," Nat called, "how about some music? I've got a tape laid out by the stereo."
"Yes, sir," Anita smiled.
She inserted the tape, and some very soft sensuous music came out. Nat walked over and turned it up just a little, so it could be heard over the chatter and laughter of the group, and then he took Anita's hand and led her to the center of the big carpeted living room. He cleared his throat for attention and quickly got it. All his clients stopped talking and looked at him attentively. Anita figured he was going to make a speech, and she wondered why he wanted her standing there with him.
"Gentlemen," Nat grinned, "it's time for a little entertainment. Anita's going to dance for
US."
"I am?" Anita gulped.
But Nat had already let go of her hand and stepped away from her. She'd promised to do anything she could to help out with the party, so she started dancing to that strange sensuous music. Every man in the room watched her, and there was growing hunger in those glances. Suddenly Anita realized what her duty was. She was here to turn those guys on. Smiling enticingly, she kicked off her shoes and danced barefoot, her big ripe tits quivering as she moved. Her slit skirt swirled to show just the lacy hem of her panties.
"More," somebody called out, "take off more."
"Take off your dress," another called.
Anita glanced at Nat, and he smiled and nodded. She didn't feel at all bashful after several drinks, so as she danced as she let down the long zipper at the back of her dress. She nimbly skipped out of the dress as it fell and then kicked it aside. There was a big burst of applause from her audience as she continued dancing in just her bra and panties. Anita decided she liked show business a lot.
As she glided by the seated and standing men, some of them reached out and tried to touch her, and she just barely escaped. She was teasing them on purpose, making every man in the room long to get her into bed. She found that very arousing, and soon her pussy was hot and swollen and wet. Nat caught her eye and nodded at her again, and she reached around and unhooked her bra.
"Yeah, take it off," a man shouted. Anita let the lacy bra slip down off her arms and float to the floor. There were loud cheers and shouts as her luscious big tits swung free. Men ogled her big pink nipples as they went stiff on contact with the air. Anita raised her arms over her head as she danced, showing off her firm thrusting tits. By now her greedy pussy was boiling with lust, and hot juice was dripping through the crotch of her panties. The men were getting horny out of their minds, and so was she.
"Take it all off," a man called out.
That got a big round of applause, so Anita went with it, sticking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly inching the little garment down. Several men leaped to their feet and began clapping as she drew her panties down with tantalizing slowness. It made her wildly excited to know that a dozen pairs of male eyes were glued to her crotch.
She turned her back to the room and popped the panties down over the perfect little globes of her ass.
"I'll have a piece of that," somebody shouted. The others laughed and clapped.
Anita turned to face them again, and now she jerked the panties down over her little golden bush. There were shrill whistles and cheers. She let the panties drift down her long legs, then kicked them away and danced asked. More men tried to grab for her, but she danced out of their reach, her big ripe tits bouncing and swaying. Molten pussy cream was beginning to trickle down her inner thighs, and she wondered if any of them men noticed it. Then suddenly one of the men leaped to the center of the room and began dancing with her.
"Hi there," he leered.
"Hi yourself," Anita grinned.
He was one of the younger men and one of the most attractive, a tall husky blond man in his late thirties. To Anita's delight, he began pulling off his clothes as he danced with her. His strip act got as much applause as hers had. She laughed and clapped her hands as the guy removed his three-piece suit. It took awhile, but finally he was down to his underwear. She ogled the enormous bulge at the crotch of his jockey shorts.
"Take it all off," some joker was shouting.
"Yes," Anita said so that only her partner could heard, "why don't you take it all off?"
He leered at her and pulled off his t-shirt. Anita felt hotly aroused at the sight of his broad hairy chest. Then he started inching down his shorts, and the room went wild. Anita laughed, because the guy's amateur strip act really was funny, but at the same time she wondered just how far he was going to go. Her preference would have been a quick trip to the bedroom with him. She watched with hot lusty eyes as he peeled his shorts down over his hard-on. He had a handsome stiff cock, seven inches long and very thick. Anita creamed furiously at the sight of it.
He wagged it lewdly at her and said, "How about it, baby, you want some of this?"
"Yeah, go for it, Ted," somebody shouted.
"Well, Ted," Anita said dryly, "I wouldn't mind getting it on with you, but maybe we could go somewhere a little more private."
"Hey, honey, there's nothing wrong with right here," he said, lunging for her. "Let's give the guys a little entertainment."
It happened so fast, Anita didn't have a chance to resist him. He grabbed her, and the next thing she knew she was on the floor. He rolled her to her back on the deep soft carpet and quickly scrambled between her legs, forcing them wide apart with his knees. All the white the other guests were stomping and cheering and urging him on. Anita gasped as Ted threw himself onto her and began hammering his stiff cock against the tender flesh of her pussy.
"Ted, wait," she gasped.
"For what?" he growled. "This is part of your job, isn't it?"
That was when Anita finally realized what Nat wanted her to do at the party. She wasn't exactly supposed to pass the canapes. She was supposed to do whatever the guests wanted her to to, including fucking them right in the middle of the living room floor. Nat hadn't come to her rescue when Ted grabbed her and started trying to cram his cock into her. Nat wasn't going to do a thing about it, because he considered it part of the evening's entertainment.
"Oh, my God," Anita gasped.
Just as she realized the situation, she felt Ted's rock-hard cock head splitting her delicate cunt lips and pushing into her body. Before she could do a thing about it, it was happening, she was being fucked in front of a whole room full of leering strangers. Ted gave a snort of lust and plowed his rigid boner right to her womb. He shoved his hands under her ass, got a good grip, and began fucking into her hard and fast.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, nice an' tight," he sighed.
Anita was still in shock. She'd frankly envisioned fucking one or two of these men tonight, but she sure hadn't planned it to happen like this. She'd imagined slipping off to the bedroom with a man, fucking him in private. Now here she was in the center of a circle of gawking, cheering men, while a complete stranger hammered his prick in her cunt. She couldn't help blushing right down to her toes as she met all those hungry leering eyes. Everywhere she looked there was a man staring at her, and Nat and Clay were right in there with the crowd, grinning and cheering.
"Go for it, Ted," somebody yelled.
"Fuck her good, man."
"Give it to her."
"My turn next."
Anita couldn't cope with it all. She went limp and closed her eyes. The scene was so unreal, so unlike anything she'd ever imagined. With her eyes, closed, she was able to concentrate on the sensations she was getting from Ted's jackhammering cock, and she had to admit he was fucking her pretty good. Each deep rough thrust of his prick gave her a hot jolt of pleasure, and soon she was creaming all over his cock and making his fucking slick and easy. He shivered lustily as he felt the molten juice drenching his meat.
"Yeah, baby, cream for me," he growled into her ear.
Anita was getting turned on in spite of herself. She'd been pretty horny when the guests started arriving, and now she was getting exactly what she craved, a big stiff cock pounding in her cunt. Of course she hadn't planned on getting it in front of an audience, but maybe that wasn't so bad after all. It turned her on in a kinky way to know that all those men were watching her and aching to fuck her. Her shyness began to pass, and she opened her eyes again.
"Hey, baby," a man leered, "you dig the way Ted's fucking you?"
Anita found herself leering back at him, all her inhibitions suddenly gone. Ted was fucking her to a fever pitch of pleasure, and she couldn't hide her excitement. Now it didn't bother her to have all those men gawking at her. It aroused her insanely. She deliberately glanced around and met every pair of eyes, a lusty grin on her face. Then she dug her nails into Ted's shoulders and started fucking back at him, slamming her greedy little clit up and down the granite shaft of his cock.
"Yessss, you big bastard, give it to me," she hissed, "fuck the living shit out of me."
There were cheers and whistles as she began to respond to Ted's fucking. She came on like a wild cat, clawing and snarling and hissing as he fucked into her faster and faster. The pleasure was building in her pussy till she could hardly stand it any longer. Her whole cunt was on fire with the red-hot friction of Ted's pistoning prick. Could she possibly come in front of all these strangers? She'd have to, or die of frustration. She just couldn't hold back the thunderous climax that was building in her ever-hungry pussy.
"Unnnhhhhhh, fuck it to me hard," she whimpered, "as hard as you can."
"You got it, baby," Ted leered.
He was raised on his elbows so he could watch his massive boner hammering in and out of her cunt. Now he pulled out all stops and gave it to her with all the speed and force he could command. His body slammed hers, making her shake all over, and she felt her teeth rattling. But she needed that brutal force to take her over the edge. Her face twisted with ecstasy, and she screwed her eyes shut as he hammered her into a howling orgasm.
"Unnnhhhhh, fuck, yes, I'm coming!" she screamed.
She could hear the men applauding and cheering as Ted fucked her into a dizzying climax. She didn't care now who was watching or what they thought. All that mattered was coming, and she was coming like a bomb, her big-titted body shaking and writhing. She drenched Ted's pistoning dick with blast after blast of molten cream. Her delicious climax went on for a full minute before she finally sighed and went limp. She was delighted to feel Ted's cock still plowing to her depths, as hard and ready as ever.
"Mmmmm, you didn't get off yet," she murmured.
"I'm not through with your hot little cunt yet," he grinned.
"Hey, man, are you gonna be fucking her all night?" a voice complained. "Aren't you gonna give somebody else a turn?"
Ted turned his head toward the speaker and said cheerfully, "I'm not finished yet, man, but if you wanta share her, that's fine with me."
"Share?" Anita numbly asked.
Ted paid no attention, just went right on fucking her. He was a regular machine, pumping away with a blissful grin on his face and showing no signs of tiring. He seemed oblivious to anything else that was going on, but Anita sure as hell noticed. She saw an attractive man about forty, powerfully built, dark-haired, slip out of the crowd and join her and Ted at the center of the room. He looked her right in the eye and grinned.
"My name's Ron," he said.
Anita nodded, forcing a smile, and then Ron started taking off his clothes. The crowd stomped and howled, and even Ted took a second to turn and see what was happening. He didn't seem at all surprised that Ron had taken up his invitation to share Anita. He just smiled, nodded, and went back to his steady rhythm of fucking. Anita didn't know just what to think, because she wasn't sure what was going to happen. But she felt a lusty fascination as she watched Ron undress.
He was maybe on the short side but magnificently muscled and very hairy, a combination that really turned Anita on. As he skinned out of his shorts she gawked hungrily at his belly-hugging prick. It was exceptionally thick and so engorged that the big blue veins stood out on the rigid stalk. Hot bubbles of juice oozed from his piss hole and trickled down his shaft. Anita drooled at the sight of that salty cream, and her own cream came down, soaking Ted's pistoning cock.
She looked right at Ron and licked her lips, slowly and deliberately.
Ron got the idea. He grinned broadly as he walked toward her, his prick so stiff it didn't even quiver. His balls were taut, too, and thickly thatched with dark hairs. Anita couldn't help staring at his menacing cock and nut sacs as he moved closer. Then he leaned down and tapped Ted on the shoulder. Ted, who'd been lost in the ecstasy of fucking, blinked and then looked up at the newcomer with a vague smile.
"You offered to share," Ron reminded him.
"Oh, yeah, right," Ted said. He looked down at Anita and said, "I'm gonna roll you over, honey."
He whipped his huge cream-soaked cock from her cunt and let her flip over onto her hands and knees. She moaned with relief as she felt his big hard cock re-enter her cunt. Even a few seconds without it had been agony. Ted sank it to her depths, then grasped her hips and began fucking her in the same steady hard rhythm as before. Dog-style was even better because she could take his cock even deeper into her greedy little box. It felt so great that for a moment she forgot about Ron.
Then she felt the wet tip of his cock rubbing her lips, and she looked up to find him kneeling in front of her. "Open up, baby," he leered, "I got a snack for you."
That got laughter and clapping from their audience. Anita stuck out her tongue and licked the sticky cream from her lips. She loved the salty flavor. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and let Ron slide his throbbing boner back over her tongue. When she'd taken about four tasty inches, she caved in her cheeks and began sucking, gobbling up his cream as fast as it bubbled from his piss hole. Ron gave a hoarse groan of pleasure as he felt his prick sheathed in the juicy wet flesh of her mouth.
"Awwwww, yeah, baby, suck my dick," he moaned.
Anita got off on sucking his cock and eating his juice, and she went at it hungrily, making a lewd slurping noise. All the while Ted was fucking her from behind, socking his big hard prick right to her womb with each greedy thrust. She was very close to coming again, yet she wanted to hold out, wanted to prolong this incredible scene. Not even in her wildest fantasies had she imagined taking on two men at the same time.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned, her cries muffled by that huge mouthful of cock-meat.
"Yeah, baby, suck," Ron panted.
"Awwwwww, shit, her pussy's hot," Ted groaned.
Anita could hardly believe it was happening. Just two days ago she'd been a faithful wife, pretty much content with her marriage, and now here she was performing for a whole roomful of men, taking one jerking cock in her cunt and the other in her mouth. Not only that, she was aroused out of her mind, hornier than she'd ever been in her life. She was soaking Ted's prick with helpless floods of cream, drooling all over Ron's throbbing cock.
The pleasure was building in her pussy till she simply couldn't stand it any longer. She began to come, and as she did so, her cunt clamped around Ted's cock in a greedy spasm, almost flattening it. Her cunt convulsed violently and began suctioning the boiling jizz right out of his balls.
"Awwww, fuck, aaggghhhh!" he bellowed.
Anita felt his come sizzling into her womb, and she began to moan with excitement and suck like crazy on Ron's cock. Ron yelped and suddenly flooded her mouth with molten jizz.
"Eat it, baby, eat it!" he roared.
The crowd applauded wildly as Anita and her partners rocked and moaned in one big mutual orgasm. When it was over, Nat was there to help her to get up. He gave her a grateful hug and said, "You were terrific, honey. Now treat yourself to a drink. There's a lot more action coming up."
Chapter Eight
After making love to two men at the same time in front of an audience, Anita didn't feel at all shy about wandering through the room stark naked. She mixed herself a tall drink and began circulating, meeting all of Nat's other clients. When they ogled her sleek big-titted body, it didn't bother her at all. It just made her horny.
And to be horny in a crowd like this was a dream come true. Anita knew she could have any man in the room. But it was just as easy to let the men come to her, and very soon one of them did. He was probably the least attractive-looking one of all, but there was something about his personality that really commanded attention. And Anita knew from reading about him in the news that the guy was fabulously rich.
His name was Allan Davis, and he was about five-feet-six, slender, and balding. He was in his mid-fifties, and he wore rimless glasses and had kind of a prim, schoolteacherish face. Hardly a sex symbol, and yet he had that aura about him that turned women on. Anita couldn't have explained it. She just knew that she felt aroused when he spoke to her. Now he crossed the room and took her aside.
"I want you," he said simply. "Can we go in the bedroom?"
"Of course, Mr. Davis," Anita said.
"Call me Al," he smiled, taking her elbow and leading her towards the hall.
"Hey, Al, you gonna hog Anita all to yourself?" Somebody called out.
Allan Davis just smiled. He steered Anita into the master bedroom, and when he saw all the mirrors lining the walls and ceiling, he laughed. "Nat certainly has strange taste in decor," he said.
"I don't think he uses this room just for sleeping," Anita smiled.
Al moved closer to her and cupped her big hot tits. He squeezed and molded the silky melons, and Anita watched the fly of his pants bulge. He didn't seem to be in any hurry at all. He was obviously horny for her, but he took his time playing with her tits. He teased her nipples into taut erection by rubbing them with his thumbs. By the time he finished, Anita was creaming so heavily that the hot sticky juice was running down her legs.
She'd never met a man like Al before. Physically he had nothing going for him, at least nothing she'd seen yet. But he projected power and importance. In spite of his mousy looks, he acted with perfect cool and self-confidence. Anita felt like putty in his hands. She was growing hotly aroused as he fondled her tits, and soon she was flushed all over and quivering with need. She ached to have him just throw her on the bed and fuck her.
Instead he stepped back a little and said, "Undress me."
Anita obeyed instantly. She removed his shoes and socks, his three-piece suit, his shirt and tie. By the time she got to his shorts she realized that she really did have a very special individual on her hands. The bulge in the crotch of his shorts was enormous, way out of proportion for a guy so short and frail looking. With lustily shaking hands she grabbed the waistband and eased the garment down over his hard-on.
She could hardly believe what she saw as she lowered his shorts. He was incredibly hung, his cock standing up rigid and bulging with blue veins. It was as long as Clay's monster of a prick and just as thick. Anita gave a little gurgle of delight as she studied that massive pillar of flesh. She helped Al step out of his shorts, but as she started to rise he put his hands on her shoulders and held her in the kneeling position. His touch was light yet commanding.
"Lick my cock," he said.
He didn't sound gruff, yet Anita knew he expected instant obedience. And she was ready to give it. She drooled as he eyed that stiff-standing slab of meat, and she quickly stuck out her little red tongue and began lathering his dick with hot spit. He gave a lusty snort and shivered a little as she began to tongue his cock, and big glistening globs of cream began to ooze from his piss hole. Anita went for them, spearing them up with the stiff tip of her tongue and eating them.
"Mmmmmmm, yesssss," she breathed.
"That's good," Al said, sounding excited for the first time. "Yes, keep doing that."
Anita was sure he'd had many women, and he could probably buy just about any girl he wanted. But maybe, like Clay, he was tired of professionals and the act they put on. He seemed to want a genuine response from her. Maybe she wasn't too skilled at giving head, but she was doing what she loved to do, and he seemed to sense that. He sensed how hungry she was for his cream, and as she greedily gobbled it up, his breathing got loud and harsh. Her excitement was infecting him.
Anita swirled her hot wet tongue around and around the swollen head of his cock, lapping up the streams of sticky juice that dribbled from his piss hole. She loved the hot salty taste of his cream, and she couldn't get enough of it. When she'd cleaned the engorged purple knob of his prick head, she drilled her tongue into the cleft of his cock and reamed out more delicious cream. Still she wanted more, and there was only one way to get it. She'd have to suck it out.
Panting with eagerness, she fisted the massive hairy base of his cock and started pumping it. When she had a good rhythm going, she opened her lips as wide as she could and gingerly slipped the enormously swollen head of his cock into her mouth. She remembered the trouble she'd had trying to give a blow job to Clay. She'd damned near choked on that nine inch column of meat. She wasn't going to make the same mistake this time. She took in only the head of Al's prick and began to suck noisily and greedily on it.
"Yes," he gasped, "suck my cock, suck it till I come right down your throat."
He sounded so excited that Anita just had to sneak a look at him. She glanced out of the corner of her eye to the nearest mirror. She saw Al gripping her shoulders as she sucked his cock, his slim body swaying slightly. His face was red with lust, his eyes gleaming and hot. His mouth was slightly twisted in a grimace of pleasure, and he was watching her intently, watching her hugely stretched lips sliding up and down his prick. Here was a guy who really adored having his dick sucked, maybe even more than he liked getting laid.
"Yes, that's great, keep doing it that way," he panted.
Anita was glad to oblige, because she was suctioning the tasty cream out of his piss hole and eating it, and she could have gone on eating it for hours. She was thrown off her rhythm, though, when she saw the bedroom door opening and another man stepping quietly into the room. He was portly, almost fat, bald, and very impressive-looking. She remembered meeting him, Arnold Squires, an investment banker.
Al didn't see him enter the room. He was totally absorbed in watching Anita suck his cock. Squires stood there quietly, watching and smiling slightly. Somehow he sensed that Anita was looking at him, and he soon caught her eye in the mirror. All he did was smile. Like Al, he wasn't a physically attractive man, yet he turned her on. There was something very kinky in that calm smile of his. Anita would have smiled back, but she had a huge mouthful of cock.
It aroused her powerfully to be sucking off one guy while another one watched. Gradually Squires moved closer for a better view, and Anita sucked faster and harder on Al's cock, making an obscene wet slurping noise. Al in turn responded by moaning and panting and feeding her even more hot cream. She was eating his cream and producing her own. As her excitement mounted, more and more molten liquid dripped from her cunt and trickled down her thighs.
"Jesus, yes," Al panted, "suck good and hard, honey, suck me off."
Just then Arnold Squires cleared his throat, and Al jumped so violently that his prick almost jerked from Anita's mouth. "Sorry about that," Squires said with a chuckle.
"Arnie, you asshole," Al said, grinning, "where do you get off interrupting a man in his position?"
"Well, I wasn't about to let you monopolize the girl," Arnie replied. "I want some of this action for myself."
"I think that can be arranged," Al smiled. "How about it, sweetheart, you wanta take on both of us?"
"It might be fun to try," Anita purred.
She'd enjoyed taking on Ted and Ron at the same time, and she was eager to try again. Now Al gently disengaged himself from her and led her over to the bed. He lay down on his back and got comfortable, spreading her legs, and then Anita jumped onto the bed, eager to get back to his stiff-standing cock. She knelt between his thighs, bent low, and sucked in the huge purple knob of his cock head. He gave a happy groan as she began to suck on it.
"Yeah, do it hard and fast," he panted, "just like before. Okay, Arnie, your place is ready."
"I'll be right there," Arnie boomed.
Anita had several views of him in the mirrors, and she watched intently as he undressed. The guy looked fat with his clothes on, but as he stripped she saw that he was just plain big. He had hugely muscled arms and legs, a barrel chest, and massive shoulders. As he skinned out of his shorts, she drooled at the sight of his rock-hard seven-inch cock. The bed sagged as he climbed onto it with his two hundred and fifty pounds. He knelt behind Anita and grasped her hips, then touched the swollen head of his prick to her dripping fur-fringed cunt mouth.
"Yessss," she hissed, "get into meeee."
Arnie gave a lusty snort and started easing his cock into her. None of the men at this party seemed to be in any hurry, and maybe that was because they weren't young. Instead of going for a quick score, they took their time and just delectated over every minute of their love-making. Arnie seemed to take forever to ease his thick throbbing prick into Anita's eagerly sucking pussy hole. She was practically screaming with excitement by the time his cock touched her womb.
"My God, you're wet," Arnie said hoarsely, "wet and hot."
"I'll switch places with you pretty soon," Al suggested. "I haven't tried her cunt yet."
"Is she a good cocksucker?" Arnie asked.
"Excellent," Al said.
Well, thanks a lot, fellas, Anita thought dryly. It was weird to have them talking about her as if she were just a piece of merchandise. Maybe that's all she was to them. She knew she wouldn't want to make her living this way, providing sex for jaded rich men. But tonight she needed this particular scene. She needed to fuck man after man, with no emotional involvement. She had to get her crazy lust out of her system so she could start to think straight about Bob and their marriage.
So as Arnie started fucking her, she gave a muffled squeal of excitement and creamed all over his sawing dick. She drooled onto Al's throbbing cock and sucked it all the harder. She needed to lose herself in hot excitement, and that wasn't hard to do when she had two lusty guys taking care of her. Now Al's excitement was so great that he couldn't remain passive. He began to fuck her mouth, though he was careful not to choke her. The pistoning head of his prick just touched the back of her throat lightly, then drew back for another stroke.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned.
"Keep sucking," Al panted, "suck hard."
Anita obliged, all the while whimpering with pleasure as Arnie worked his engorged fuck tool in her horny little twat. He was fucking her with long, deep, slow strokes that seemed to ream every inch of her gripping cuntal tube. She squealed with excitement during the drawn-out down-stroke, then moaned with pleasure as he hit bottom. Her cream bubbled out uncontrollably, squirting around the base of his cock and running down her thighs.
"Christ," he said hoarsely, "I've never seen a girl cream so much. This one's for real, Al."
"She sure as hell is," Al groaned. "Loves eating cock, too. She's drooling all over my dick."
"I wouldn't mind getting some of that action," Arnie said.
They must have agreed with a glance, because without another word they changed places. Suddenly Anita's mouth and cunt were empty, and she whimpered with frustration. Then she realized what was happening, and she eagerly opened her mouth for Arnie as he lay down in front of her. When he was in position, she brought her mouth down around the stiff-standing shaft of his cock. She was able to take about half his seven-incher. She caved in her cheeks and began sucking loudly and hungrily.
"Jesus, yes," Arnie croaked, "go for it, baby, suck."
She'd just gotten a good rhythm going when she realized that Al was leaning over her from behind and watching everything she did. Now he chuckled as he watched Arnie totally lose his cool and begin to pant and groan. He grasped Anita's slim hips and wedged the big hard head of his cock into her tight but creamy cunt mouth. He held that position, just about an inch into her, still fascinated with what she was doing to his friend.
Anita wanted that stiff cock inside her, and she wanted it urgently. She wriggled her ass and jerked her hips, trying to impale her twat on Al's rigid prick. Finally her frantic movements got his attention, and he chuckled and pushed into her, cramming her cunt with his massive nine-inch boner. She groaned in ecstasy and drenched his prick with sizzling cream. He began to fuck her deep and hard, just the way she craved it, while she sucked hard and hungrily on Arnie's cock.
That was whe the door opened yet again and a third man walked into a room.
"Hello, gentlemen," he said, "mind if I join you?"
This man was tall, lean, and dark-haired, and his name was Sidney Jamison. There was something kind of sinister about him, but Anita found that enticing. She wished there was some way he could get in on the fun, but he'd just have to wait his turn. She shivered with arousal, though, as she anticipated getting it on with him, and she sucked all the harder on Arnie's big throbbing dick and creamed all over Al's pistoning boner.
"Sure, Sid, the more the merrier," Al called out.
Sid walked over beside the bed and started undressing. Like the others, he took his time, pausing to watch the exciting action. Anita kept glancing at him in the mirror, turned on by his hard lean body. Then she saw his stiff prick. It matched the rest of him. It wasn't very thick, but it was incredibly long, kind of snake-like. It looked like it could probe the depths of her cunt and come out her throat. Sid winked at her in the mirror and slid onto the bed.
"Guess we'll have to rearrange ourselves," Arnie laughed.
Again those exciting cocks were pulled from her cunt and mouth, and Anita writhed with frustration. She didn't understand what these men were up to. There was just no way in the world they could fit Sid into the action, at least no way that she could think of. She rose to her knees and looked around impatiently. Al was stretching out on his back, and his giant nine-inch dick was standing straight up, aimed at the ceiling and leaking thick streams of juice.
"Sit on it, honey," he leered.
Anita didn't mind that assignment at all. She eagerly straddled him and shoved her cream-slick cunt down the granite column of his cock, taking it right to her womb in one greedy thrust. Then Al held her by the waist and started fucking her nice and hard, just the way she needed it. She gurgled happily and creamed all over his huge pistoning cock. She was getting hot stabs of pleasure each time his prick hit her womb.
"Unnnhhhhh, yessss, fuck meeeeeeeee!" she hissed.
"So far, so good," Al grinned. "Who's next?" .
"Go ahead, Sid," Arnie said, "I'll watch for awhile."
So they were going to take turns? Anita waited for Sid to straddle Al and let her suck his cock, but he didn't come around front. Instead he got behind her, and she felt him grasping her hips to steady himself. What in hell was he doing? Was he going to try to force his cock into her cunt beside Al's huge boner? No way could she take both of them. She was about to protest when she felt Sid carefully and deliberately wedge the engorged head of rick into her tiny puckered asshole. "Ohhhh, nooooo!" she gasped. "Easy, honey, you can take it," Sid said calmly.
Anita wasn't so sure about that. She was ready to jump off the bed and flee the room, but Al sensed her intentions and grabbed her by the wrists so she couldn't get away. She was impaled on his huge deeply-lodged cock, and he held her in place as Sid slowly but steadily pushed his steel-stiff cock up her ass. It was a weird sensation, yet it didn't hurt. She remembered how narrow and long his cock was. It could probably go all the way into her tight little shitter without hurting her. "Ohhhhh, my God," she moaned. "See," Sid chuckled, "I told you you could take it. I've got the perfect cock for ass-fucking."
He wasn't bragging, he was just stating a fact. And as he steadily crammed her tiny brownie with his hard throbbing meat, Anita got very excited. She began creaming all over Al's cock as she felt Sid's stiff dick gliding in alongside it, just a thin membrane away. At last Sid was up to his balls in her asshole, and he began fucking her slowly and sensuously. To Anita's amazement, she felt intense pleasure. Al got into the act, matching Sid's strokes, and her pleasure was doubled.
"Oooooo, yesssssss, do it to me," she squealed, "fuck my cunt, fuck my ass."
"Arnie," Al chuckled, "I think it's time for you to rejoin the party."
Arnie laughed and threw a leg over Al's chest, straddling him and brushing the drooling head of his cock against Anita's lips. Moaning with"insane arousal, she opened her mouth wide and let him cram his cock inside. She started sucking ravenously on his tasty meat, sucking it in so deep that his coarse-haired balls slapped her chin. It was an incredible feeling to have hard hot cocks working in every available orifice of her body.
"Mmmmmmmm, uuummmmmmm!" she moaned.
Everybody seemed to go crazy at once, fucking into her with frenzied yelps. Sid and Al hammered their exploding cocks in her shitter and cunt, and Arnie groaned and began fucking her mouth, socking the squirting head of his prick right into her throat. For one long incredible minute everybody was coming at once. Anita's body exploded with pleasure, and at the same instant she was getting hot jets of come in her throat, cunt and asshole. The men were bellowing as they shot their loads, and the bed was creaking and bouncing.
That was when Anita heard the sudden burst of applause. In one of the mirrors she saw the bedroom door standing wide open, the rest of the party guests crowding into the doorway to watch her performance. They were clapping and shouting their approval as she brought off three men at the same time with her sucking mouth, her spasming cunt, and her tiny gripping asshole. As she and Sid and Arnie and Al finally rolled apart, the other men started jockeying for position in a line outside the door.
They were lining up to fuck Anita.
Chapter Nine
Anita ended up fucking every man at the party, some of them twice. It was only around midnight that she began to feel she'd had enough. Her incredible lust was finally satisfied, and she was just going through the motions. Now that she could think clearly again, she wondered what her husband was doing and where he was. Suddenly Bob and her marriage mattered very much.
She told Nat she had to leave, and he didn't argue. In fact he presented her with a big bonus check, which she tucked in her purse after a brief glance. Even money didn't seem important to her now. She wanted to be with Bob and discover whether they could make up and be happy again. She drove home as fast as she could and arrived at the house about two in the morning. She saw that the lights were on in the living room.
Anita was shaking with nervousness as she fitted her key into the front door lock. All the way home she'd been asking herself the same question. Fucking all those strange men had been terrific fun, but was it something she wanted to do for the rest of her life? Her answer was a definite no. She had the same needs and dreams as any other young women. She wanted a husband, a home and kids, and she'd almost thrown that dream away. Fucking every strange man she met would be a very empty way to spend the rest of her life.
The question now was, would Bob take her back? She unlocked the door and stepped inside, and there he was, leaping from his seat and hurrying toward her. "Honey," he said anxiously, "where in hell have you been? I've been worried sick about you."
"Oh, Bob," Anita cried, racing into his arms, "I've been such a fool."
"That makes two of us," he said, giving her a big squeeze. "Come on and sit down; and I'll make us some drinks."
As they sat on the couch sipping their drinks, Bob confessed that Friday night, furious with Anita, he'd gone out and picked up a woman and taken her to a motel. As she listened, Anita felt terribly hurt, but she knew how illogical that was. After all, she'd been fucking more than a dozen men, while Bob was with only one woman. So she just bit her lip and didn't say anything as he concluded his story.
"I woke up wondering why I'd done such a stupid thing," he said. "I guess I was just working out my anger toward you. But I was a real horse's ass, Anita. I had no right to tell you to quit your job. I know how important it is to you."
"It isn't important any more, Bob," Anita replied. "I did a lot of thinking on my way home. All I really want is you and a couple of kids. What would you say to that? Wanta try to make a baby?"
A horny glint appeared in Bob's eyes, and he quickly downed his drink and set the glass aside. "You're not kidding?" he asked. "You'd quit your job to have a baby and just be my wife?"
"I sure would, you sexy devil," Anita leered as she began unbuttoning his shirt.
And she meant it. She'd had all the running around she'd need for the rest of her life. It had taught her what was really important. She'd never forget Al and Arnie talking about her as if she were just a mechanical doll designed for their pleasure. She didn't want a lifetime of that. She wanted a man who treated her like a real person, a man who cared about her. And here he was right in front of her. He not only cared, he was damned attractive. Anita felt herself growing wildly horny as she removed Bob's shirt and ogled his broad hairy chest.
"Mmmmm, am I glad to be home," she sighed, running her fingers through the thick hair mat.
"I'm glad you're here," Bob said, his voice growing husky with lust. "There's no other girl for me, Anita. I found that out last night. Nobody turns me on like you do."
As he spoke he was unzipping her dress and easing it down to her waist. He unhooked her bra and drew it off. Instantly her big pink nipples went stiff with arousal, and she teasingly poked them against his chest, rubbing round and round. Bob snorted with lust and cupped her big hot tits, squeezing them possessively.
His touch was different from that of her other lovers. It was more personal and exciting, because she really mattered to him. She wasn't just a plaything to be used and discarded.
As he fondled her sensitive tits, she unzipped his fly and wriggled her hand inside to touch the hugely swollen shaft of his cock. The flesh was hard, smooth and throbbing, and as she petted it his prick gave a violent lurch and threatened to tear right out of his pants. Anita creamed heavily, soaking through the crotch of her panties. She could hardly wait to take her husband's huge hard boner in her seething cunt. But just to make sure he didn't detect the traces of all those other men, she knew she'd better have a shower first.
She gave his cock a provocative squeeze and said, "Meet me in the bedroom. I'm going to get cleaned up."
In the bathroom she stripped, got the shower running, and then flushed all her birth control pills down the toilet. She hummed to herself as she showered, and as she toweled off she studied her naked body in the mirror. There was plenty there to turn Bob on, thank goodness. She paraded naked into the bedroom, knowing she looked good. Bob was naked, too, stretched out on the bed waiting for her. She hungrily eyed his stiff-standing cock.
As she approached the bed Bob gave a lusty growl and grabbed her, pulling her into his arMs. He rolled half on top of her and gave her a steamy deep tongue-kiss. His engorged cock rubbed stiffly against her thigh, leaving sticky trails of juice. Anita felt it and creamed furiously, the molten liquid overflowing her twat and soaking her pussy. She'd never wanted a man more than she wanted Bob at that moment. Even after two days of fucking other men, the excitement couldn't compare with what she felt now.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, baby, fuck me," she murmured as they broke the kiss and came up for air.
"No," Bob said.
"What?" Anita exclaimed.
"You'll just have to wait, greedy," he grinned. "I'm gonna grab myself a little snack first."
He pushed her legs wide apart and sank down between them, shoving his flushed face into her snatch. Anita gasped with excitement when she felt his steamy breath tickling her naked pussy. He stuck out his big wet tongue and began exploring her gash, licking and lashing all over, working his way from her erect and pulsating joy button down to the tiny wrinkled mouth of her shitter. She gurgled with pleasure and fed him a hot burst of cream.
"Mmmmmmmm, I want more of that," he said.
"Oooooo, Bob, I love what you're doing," she moaned.
She bent her knees and held her legs as far apart as she could, giving him all the room he needed to tongue every inch of her gleaming pink gash. Except for fucking itself, she didn't know of a more delightful sensation than having his big rough tongue lapping all over her pussy and giving her hot stabs of pleasure. She began to cream uncontrollably, and as fast as the tangy juice gushed from her cunt, Bob lapped it up and swallowed ity making obscene snuffling and sucking sounds.
"Unnnnhhhhhh, yessssssss," Anita hissed.
After exploring all over her pussy with his lashing tongue, Bob used the stiff tip to circle and tease her clit, the most sensitive spot of all. Anita gurgled and squealed with pleasure as he stabbed at the hot little lump of flesh, but she didn't feel content to just lie there and take those terrific sensations. She wanted to give pleasure as well as get it. Above all, she wanted a mouthful of her husband's big juicing cock.
"Honey," she whimpered, "wait a second.
I wanta get on top of you."
She pushed him onto his back and then crouched over him with her steaming pink slit practically in his face. Her head was poised right over his big stiff-standing prick. "Now this is more like it," she giggled.
"I'll have to go along with that," Bob laughed.
He grasped her delectable little ass and pulled her toward him till his greedy tongue could reach the tangy-tasting flesh of her pussy. He began rimming the juicy little mouth of her cunt, lapping up her musky cream as it oozed from her hot depths. It felt terrific, and she squealed and quivered and fed him a steady stream of juice. But none of this distracted her from the thing she was craving, the taste of her husband's big drooling dick.
Bob gave a yelp of delight as she suddenly snaked out her hot little tongue and began whipping his sensitive cock head. She lathered the big purple knob with her hot spit as she gobbled up the thick streams of juice oozing from his piss hole. She reamed out the deep dark cleft of his cock, scooping up all the salty cream she could find. Wanting more, she opened her lips wide and brought them down around the massive swollen head of his cock.
"Shit, yeah, suck," Bob groaned, "suck my dick good and hard, honey."
Anita hardly needed any urging. She was famished for the taste of his cock, and she sucked furiously, drawing the delicious cream from deep inside his throbbing boner. She caved in her cheeks and sheathed his meat in hot juicy flesh, and she hungrily pumped the fat base of his cock in her fist. As each thick glob of cream dripped from his piss hole, she gobbled it up with a hungry gurgling sound. She didn't think she could ever get enough of that hot salty juice.
"Mmmmm, uuummmmmm," she moaned.
Meanwhile Bob wasn't exactly neglecting her. As his excitement mounted, he crammed his greedy tongue hard into her steaming cunt, thrusting it right to the root in that velvety wet tunnel. He scooped out her tangy pussy cream and gobbled it up, panting all over her pussy and snorting with lust. Each deep thrust of his tongue gave Anita a hot wave of pleasure that washed through her whole pussy. The more excited he got her, the harder and faster she sucked on his massive hard-on. Soon they were going at each other like animals, snorting and growling and moaning.
There was just one drawback to all this. Bob's deeply probing tongue couldn't make her pregnant. And that was the goal she wanted to accomplish tonight, or as soon as possible. They could eat each other for openers, but for the main course Anita wanted a huge long fuck. As she thought about taking Bob's huge hard cock in her eager little box, she creamed all over his face and soaked his prick with hot spit.
Bob's thick tongue was probing faster and faster in her juicy little fuck hole, and soon she was quivering right on the edge of climax. She wanted to fuck him, but she couldn't resist grabbing this chance to come. She tightened her hot little cunt around his jerking tongue, creating red-hot friction, and that was all it took. A second later her whole body was exploding with pleasure. She raised her head from his spit-soaked cock and howled, unable to hold back her ecstatic cries.
"Ooooooo, Bob, you did it, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Her body rocked and bucked so violently as she came that Bob couldn't keep his tongue in her cunt. He pulled out and watched her pussy up close as she came, hungrily eyeing the floods of tangy cream that spurted from her twat. But he didn't get a chance to eat her hot tasty come. While she was still writhing and moaning, Anita rolled off him and onto her back. She bent her knees and opened her thighs as wide as she could. Her eyes were hot with need, and she held out her arms to her husband.
"Fuck me, Bob," she begged hoarsely, "make a baby for me. I won't let you stop fucking me till you do that."
"Then I guess I better get right to work," he grinned.
He rolled onto her, fisted his engorged dick, and slipped the enormous hard head inside the tight muscular ring of her cunt mouth. As she felt the big fleshy knob stretching her open, Anita whimpered with ecstasy and soaked his prick head with scalding juice. Bob gave a snort of lust and plowed his stiff boner into her, hitting her womb and cramming her full of throbbing meat. She felt his massive hard-on pulsating against every inch of her cunt.
"Yesssss, give it to me," she moaned, "fuck me crazy, baby, fuck me forever."
Bob shoved his hands under her churning ass and got a good grip on the hot globes. He started fucking into her like a pile driver, his belly smacking loudly%gainst hers, his swollen prick reaming the hot juice out of her cunt. He fucked her so hard that her body shuddered with the impact and the bed bounced and creaked. But Anita loved it. This was exactly the kind of hard and complete fucking she craved. She kept her legs spread as wide as she could, opening herself to him completely.
"Yes, yes, do it to me," she panted, "fuck me deep, baby, give me your come."
Bob's hammering shaft was rubbing over her clit, giving her delicious stabs of pleasure and driving her rapidly towards a huge body-wracking climax. She knew that at the moment she came, her womb would open up and suck in his jizz, so she wanted to be sure they came at the same moment. She was desperate to have a baby with this man, and she'd do anything to achieve it. She gritted her teeth and deliberately held back her climax, waiting for Bob.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she chanted, her voice hoarse with lust, "give me that big ol' cock, cream me with it."
Bob was going out of his mind with lust as she subjected him to that continual stream of dirty words, all the while fucking back at him, slamming her slick little cunt up and down the rigid shaft of his cock. It wasn't long before he was groaning on the very verge of climax, his balls ready to explode with their steaming load of come. He dug deep into her, his throbbing cock head slamming against her womb.
"Awwww, shit, I'm coming, awwwwww!" he roared.
"Yes, cream me, Bob, I'm coming!" Anita howled.
She let herself go, coming like a bomb, her spasming womb sucking up her husband's hot thick jism. She took every drop of it, letting none of it escape, and when Bob finally collapsed on her and paused to catch his breath, she tightened her cunt so his prick stayed deep inside her. He raised his head and grinned at her.
"You think we made a baby?" he teased.
"Probably," Anita grinned, "but just to be sure, let's do it again."
