Libby knew men ogled her, and she reveled in the attention.
Men hadn't always looked at her with admiration. Until she was a junior in college, she was knobby-kneed and nearly flat chested. Consequently, blue moons happened more often than she had a date. She didn't like being a virgin, but there wasn't much she could do about it short of kidnapping some guy and ravishing him, so she consoled herself with fingers and vibrators.
Coincidently, she met Gene just after she started to blossom into what she considered a normal girl. They dated off and on during college, lost contact for a while after they graduated, then rediscovered each other shortly after her twenty-seventh birthday, and married a year later.
She felt like a million dollars as she strutted along the pedestrian mall on Sixteenth Street, basking in the admiring gazes from the men, and even some of the women. She deserved the stares. She was dressed to attract attention. Her short leather skirt highlighted her shapely legs, and her large tits, unfettered by a bra, jiggled enticingly under her clingy silk blouse. Un-like some women who dress provocatively, then lose their cool when they draw stares, she welcomed, and enjoyed, the open admiration.
Gene not only taught her to enjoy sex, he liberated her and taught her how to dress and walk and loved to watch her strut her stuff. In many ways, her husband was a very unusual man, and she counted the day they rediscovered each other as the best day of her life.
She returned the stares of some of the men, aware they were fantasizing about fucking her. She felt no danger from some deviate who might have ideas of stepping out of line. Shortly after they got back together, Gene insisted that she take a class in self-defense for women, and she went on to qualify for her black belt, so she felt capable of handling most any situation. So far, she hadn't had to use her skills, but wouldn't hesitate if the need arose.
She turned into a boutique that carried her favorite fragrance and went directly to the perfume counter. The sales clerk was busy, so she waited patiently, savoring the aroma of the myriad scents wafting through the air and eyeing the various bottles, wondering if she should try something different for a change. She noticed the tall, ruggedly handsome man, wearing a sport jacket, slacks, loafers and open-necked shirt staring at her from a short distance away, but the sales clerk arrived and she turned her attention to making her purchase.
She turned away from the counter and nearly bumped into the man. She muttered, "Excuse me," and started to walk away.
"Libby," he said, "Libby Baker? It really is you, isn't it? I thought I recognized the face, but the body had me fooled for a minute."
She looked puzzled. "I'm sorry, I don't.
"Aaron Taylor," he said.
She pointed her finger at him and laughed, "The Nerd!"
He pointed his finger at her and laughed, "The Ugly Duckling! Imagine running into you like this. I had no idea you were still in Denver."
"I never left, Aaron. My last name is Reed now."
He look gloomy, clearly disappointed by the news, and said dejectedly, "You're married?"
"For the past two years," she replied. "In fact, today is our anniversary, and we're going out to celebrate. If I hadn't run out of my favorite perfume, we wouldn't have met. I'm glad we did, and I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. You've changed, for the better."
Aaron grinned. "Yeah, I filled out a little, didn't I? Guess I'm still a nerd, though. But you, my God, how you've changed! You always had a beautiful face, but I never thought you would develop such a gorgeous body. My God, Libby, you're a real fox! Talk about an ugly duckling turning into a beautiful swan!"
"Why, thank you, Aaron. I don't want to intrude, but can we go somewhere for coffee and talk about old times?" She glanced around the boutique, which carried only items for women. "If you have someone waiting for you, I'll understand."
He shook his head. "I just came in to look for a birthday present for my mother. I'd love to have coffee. Do you mind if we stop by my place first? I have to make a couple of phone calls. It's close by, so we can walk. If you have time, I'll even buy you lunch, but I warn you, only the best will do for such a gorgeous girl."
"My, my, you have changed," she laughed. "I don't remember you being so suave. I don't have time for lunch today, though. Maybe some other time." She slipped her arm though his and they left the boutique. "I didn't know anyone lived downtown."
"When the mall was built, several of the older buildings were remodeled into condos. It's the latest thing for Yuppies." He escorted her up a flight of stairs, into a glass-covered skywalk, then into one of the buildings. "I've already had my exercise for the day, so we'll take the elevator," he said. He punched a code into a keypad by the door and the elevator door opened.
Her stomach nearly sagged into her shoes as the car whizzed upward, then settled back into place as it coasted to a smooth stop and the door opened into a thickly carpeted foyer. Aaron ushered her into a huge living room.
She paused and looked around. Everything in the room spoke of money-the latest in high-tech stereo gear, the huge TV, the large leather couch and matching chairs-lots of money. She wandered over to the window and looked out over the city at the breathtaking view of the mountains while Aaron took off his coat and made a couple of drinks at the bar.
"Impressive," she said as she turned and accepted the Tequila Sunrise. She took a sip of her drink. "Hmmm, perfect."
"Remember the time we lied about our age and sneaked into that little bar downtown?"
"Just so I could try a Tequila Sunrise," she said.
"You read in the paper that the bartender there made the best ones in town and just had to try one."
"I thought the name sounded so exotic," she said. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. "We had some good times, didn't we?"
"The two high school misfits," he said pensively. "No one else liked us, so we liked each other."
"I still like you, Aaron," she said sincerely. She glanced around the room again. "Looks like you're doing all right for yourself. I assume there's more to this place."
"Yes, I have the whole floor. Used to be a loft."
"I know I'm prying, but I have to know. Is it very expensive?"
"It set me back a little over a million."
"You own it? Now I am impressed!" She sat on the plush leather couch and crossed her legs, showing him an expanse of lovely thigh. "Is robbing banks a fun way to make a living?"
He laughed and sat beside her. "Yes."
"Seriously, what do you do for a living?"
"It will sound like bragging if I tell you," he said modestly.
"Tell me anyway," she insisted. "Anyone who can pay a million bucks for a place to live and furnish it with such expensive gadgets and furniture has earned the right to brag."
"Guess I'm still a nerd, at heart, anyway. I'm a business consultant. Help people start small businesses, find financing, get their accounts set up right, that sort of thing, but the real money is in doing computer security work for the big boys. They gladly pay through the nose for programs to keep their records and trade secrets safe from prying eyes."
"If I remember right, you didn't think you'd be able to afford college. You didn't learn all of that in high school or some trade school."
"No, I won a merit scholarship to the University of Chicago School of Business. Studied economics, business, computers, all that stuff. What about you, what are you doing these days?"
"Being the best wife and housekeeper I possibly can," she laughed. "Especially the wife part. When a girl has a husband like mine, the fringe benefits are fantastic. You must know a lot about stocks and so forth."
"Quite a bit. I've developed a couple of computer programs for my own use to track the market. That's what paid for this place and all the imagine gadgets."
"Would you take a look at our portfolio? See if we can do better. We're doing okay, but we can always do better. We'll pay your standard fee, of course."
"I wouldn't dream of charging you. Call it a return for favors done in the past, if you like."
"What kind of favors?" She laughed. "Again, if I remember correctly, the one time you tried to get in my pants turned out to a disaster for both of us. Or don't you remember the night we graduated?"
"I remember all too well! I'm not so clumsy now."
She gave him a critical look and said, "No, I don't imagine you are. You've become quite a hunk." She set her glass on the coffee table. "Well, where do you want to go for coffee?"
"We can decide later."
"Oh, you have to make your phone calls," she said.
"The phone calls can wait. Would you like to see the rest of the place?"
"Sure, if I'm not keeping you from something more important."
"Nothing is more important than what I'm doing right now." He grinned. "I checked with the boss, and he said I could take the afternoon off."
"You keep talking that way and you'll turn a girl's head."
"I hope so."
They started in the kitchen, and Libby noted the heavy pots and pans and utensils hanging on the large circular rack above a butcher block table in the middle of the floor.
"Well laid out, well-equipped," she said. "No pots with copper bottoms like you see in the pictures in magazines."
"They spread heat okay, but they don't hold it. Heavy steel is better. The best cookware comes from Europe, unfortunately. I like to buy
American whenever I can. At least my cast iron ware is American.
"Don't tell me you cook?"
"Yep, I like to cook. Learned as a little boy. My older sister hated the kitchen, so Mom made me help her. She didn't realize she was doing me a big favor. If a man is going to be a bachelor, he should know how to cook."
"Well, well, a man of many talents. I meant to ask if you've ever been married."
"No." He took her hand and led her down the hall. "Never met a girl who could hold my interest that long." He showed her a bathroom and the guest room with its own bath. "And here's the master bedroom."
The room was huge, and skylights let in abundant light, giving the room an airy feeling. She looked at the king-size bed and chuckled. "Typical bachelor."
"Red satin bed clothes and mirrors on the walls and ceiling are necessary to keep up my image," he said. "I have black linens, too. I also have a set covered with huge sunflowers and a set covered with daisies."
She cocked her head to one side and lifted an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"Not hardly. Girls are my forte, my weakness, too." He laughed. "I like color. In case you're wondering, you aren't the first one to ask."
"Male or female?"
"Female, I never show this room to men. They might get the wrong idea. Since I have your permission to brag, the furniture is solid cherry. Would you believe I had to have it built? Most everything today is wafer board or particle board covered with veneer."
"My compliments," she said, "you have very good taste."
"It's easy when you have the money," he replied unpretentiously.
"Well," she said, "now I guess it's time to go get a cup of coffee, huh?"
"I'd rather stay here and fuck you out of your mind," he said quietly.
She turned to him and looked at him critically, as if evaluating him for the first time. "Are you always so direct?"
He grinned. "As the old saying goes, I get my face slapped at lot, but I also get fucked a lot." His look sobered. "You know I've always wanted to fuck you. You'll never know how miserable I felt the night of our high school graduation. I never thought I would have the chance to atone for that blunder. Now that I have the chance, I don't want to blow it again."
"No, Aaron, as much as I want to stay, I won't do that to my husband. Tell you what I will do. I'll talk to him about you, and if he agrees, I'll come back and we can fuck our fool heads off."
"Don't string me along, Libby. You know damned well he isn't going to agree, so why don't we just end it right now?"
"Oh, don't be too sure that he won't agree. I'll bet you a piece of ass against a nice dinner that he will. If you lose, the most you're out is dinner with me, and just think what you'll get if you win."
"Well, I guess I can handle that," he laughed.
CHAPTER TWO
Gene liked his job, and it showed. He had progressed to middle management rapidly, and confidently expected to continue his climb up the corporate ladder with few, if any, bumps on the road to success.
He breezed into his office, saw Cynthia sitting behind her desk, and, for the thousandth time thought of how much he would like to fuck her. She had come with the office, and he had never taken the time to read her file and even find out how old she was. She looked young, and he rebuked himself for having carnal thoughts about her, though he knew she had to be older than eighteen.
He wondered if Libby remembered the pledge they made to each other the night before their wedding. Probably not. It seemed so foolish now, and he pushed the thought aside. But the thought of Cynthia naked and spread out for him persisted. Cynthia followed him into his office with a cup of coffee.
"Thanks, Cynthia. Better get your pad, I have some correspondence to catch up on."
He watched her walk away, her well-shaped haunches undulating under her summer dress, and his cock stirred. She looked like such a good piece of ass. Would she accuse him of sexual harassment if he made a move on her? No, he couldn't cheat on his wife. It would hurt her, and he loved her too much to do anything so deceitful.
He shook himself out of his reverie and watched Cynthia return with her steno pad. She looked as good from the front as she did from the rear. She was a luscious young beauty, with soft skin and thick brown hair and the most stunning legs. Her full, softly rounded tits bounced as she walked and her curved hips swayed in an unspoken promise that sent the blood rushing faster to his prick.
Her dress rode up as she sat and crossed her legs and he caught a glimpse of smooth thighs that prodded his imagination into wild contemplations.
He pictured her stretched out on the bed in all her naked glory playing with her pussy while she waited for him to mount her. He saw his naked body between those gorgeous legs, his unrestrained cock driving into her young cunt and bouncing her pretty ass on the bed. His cock got harder and his face became flushed.
"Are you okay, Mr. Reed? Your face looks so flushed and you seem so far away this morning."
"Oh, uh, yes, Cynthia, I'm okay. I was just thinking about something very private."
"It must have been nice," she giggled. "I wish a guy would think of me that way."
"Oh, why do you assume I was thinking about a girl?"
"Oh, just a hunch. If you weren't, you certainly should have been. You and Mrs. Reed aren't having any trouble are you? Excuse me for asking, I know that's very personal and we're only office friends, but I do care for you and don't want you to be unhappy."
"Uh, no, Cynthia, we aren't having trouble. Quite the contrary."
His imagination ran away with him again. Libby and Cynthia were in bed with him. And more amazingly, they were pressing their naked bodies together, their big tits flattened against each other, their legs entwined, their hips jerking anxiously as they rubbed pussies and caressed each other all over.
His face was really flaming and his cock was trying to tear a hole in his pants. He was glad he was sitting behind a desk so Cynthia couldn't see his predicament. Her comments weren't helping. And she proceeded to make matters worse.
"I'm almost jealous of your wife. She must be very good to deserve such a wonderful man, and to make him think about her this way several hours later."
She said good, as in a good piece of ass, not special, and he looked at her in astonishment. She had never been so candid with him. What the hell was going on? Had somebody put something in the water?
Cynthia sat with her pencil poised over her pad, looking at him with wide hazel eyes, waiting, giving the impression that she hadn't said anything out of the ordinary.
"Ready, Cynthia?
"Ready, Mr. Reed."
He sighed and tried to collect his thoughts. "Relax, call me Gene."
"I can call you Gene, but I can't relax in the office." She giggled, a little coyly.
He leaned back in his chair. "How do you relax, Cynthia? What do you do when you're not at work?"
Her eyes brightened and her aura increased tenfold. "Well, I drink a little, I dance, I read.. .and some other very enjoyable things, Gene." She grinned, again a little coyly.
He grinned. "What kind of other things?"
She shifted in her chair and her dress rode up higher, giving him a better look at her outstanding thighs. "Well, things like you and Mrs. Reed probably do all the time. I enjoy doing unusual things."
He nodded and began dictating a letter, studying the smooth line of her leg and thigh, sensing she would be tight and probably a wildcat in bed. When the first letter was completed, he paused, looked out the window and said, "I just can't seem to concentrate today, Cynthia. You're so damned beautiful, I can't keep my mind on my work."
Cynthia smiled, tossing her wealth of hair. "Well, thank you, kind sir. If you want, we can leave this until later."
"Uh, yeah, let's leave it until later."
He turned around and stared out the window again. If he reminded Libby of their pledge, how would she take it? Maybe he could smooth the way by suggesting a threesome, with Cynthia, of course, so she wouldn't feel left out. He could even suggest that she might want to find another man, just for kicks. Diversion was all he wanted with Cynthia, after all. No, that probably wouldn't work. She rarely looked at other men, and never made any out-of-the-way comments when she did look. Damn, why did life have to be so complicated?
He turned back around and looked directly at Cynthia's tits. His eyes drifted up, and he saw that she was smiling. "Don't tell me that you have that letter done already?" He grinned to let her know that he was teasing.
"No, I just wanted to tell you that I'd like to relax and have fun with you some time. If you're interested. I don't tell tales, and I wouldn't do anything to mess up your marriage, like making unreasonable demands or getting pregnant or anything. I know this is sudden and you weren't expecting it, but maybe you could think about it. I like you and would like to spend some time with you, that's all. In fact, I would like to get to know Libby better. We just might get to be good friends."
"I have been thinking about it," he chuckled, "but I don't cheat on my wife."
"Well, it was just an idea," she said, turning to leave.
"Cynthia," he said, and waited for her to turn around again, "suppose I find a way that won't be cheating?"
"Well, I don't know how you can, but I'd respect you a lot more if you did. If you can work it out, I'd love to cook dinner for you and show you that your generation isn't the only one that knows how to have fun."
"I'll work on it," he said, "real hard."
"Give me a couple hours notice, and I'll rearrange my schedule for the privilege of entertaining you."
He was sure that she exaggerated the swing of her ass when she left.
CHAPTER THREE
After Libby left Aaron, she did some shopping, getting home later than she expected, and the phone was ringing when she came in the door.
"You sound out of breath," Gene said. "I got delayed and had to hurry," Libby replied.
"Did you get the stuff I asked you to?"
She chuckled sexily. "Have I got a pussy?"
"The sweetest one I've ever tasted," he laughed. "What did you get?"
"A black garter belt and black hose with little roses all over them and seams in the back. I had to go to three shops, but I found them. The hose are very '50s, you know. At the first two places, the clerks looked at me as if I had arrived in a time machine."
"I know," he said, "that's why I like them. What about shoes?"
"Black fuck-me sandals, darling, that would make even a thousand-dollar call girl envious."
"What about underwear?"
"No underwear, darling. You said you wanted to watch my tits jiggle when I walk."
"Not just when you walk, sweetheart, but every time you move."
"I know I'm going to feel so wanton, but if that's what you want, that's what you'll get. Showing off my assets is fine with me, as long you don't mind."
"You've got one of the foxiest asses in town, baby. I'll see you in a little while."
While Libby was taking a long, leisurely bubble bath, she thought about how wanton she'd felt the first time Gene asked her to keep her shoes on and crawl on the bed so he could watch her tits jiggle. Then she thought about Aaron, and got so hot, she knew she was going to boil the water. She laid her head back and closed her eyes and rubbed her clit real slow until she came.
She finished her bath and went into the bedroom just as Gene came in.
"Damn, you're one foxy girl," he said. "Why don't you go that way?"
"Because I don't want to spend the night in jail," she laughed. "Some people take a dim view of public nudity."
"Some people are stupid, especially when it comes to your nudity."
"Darling, just what do you think would happen if the cops threw me in the tank bare-assed, with a bunch of men?"
"You'd cause a riot," he laughed.
"Yeah, and I'd probably have to fuck them, and that would make things even worse. Public fornication is worse than public nudity."
"Well, I could follow you with a video camera and record it for posterity."
"We don't own a video camera," she said dryly.
"Maybe it's time I bought one."
"Go take your shower, or we're going to be late."
"We have plenty of time," he said.
"Not if we keep talking this way," she laughed. She picked up the bottle of his favorite scent and dabbed it in the proper places.
"Looks like you're planning a big night."
"Just making it smell nice for the guy who's going to get his nose in my bush."
She brushed her hair until it shone, painted her lips the way Gene liked, then put on her garter belt, hose and sandals, and was zipping her dress when he came into the bedroom.
He took a long look at her and gave a low whistle of appreciation.
"like it?"
"I'd have to be crazy not to like it. Damn, you're beautiful."
And she truly was. Long blonde hair that reached almost to her ass, a lush, well-turned body with breasts that seemed to jut out to infinity and hips that provided a good handhold.
She sat on the bed and watched him dress, and the prospect of being turned inside out by his expert loving when they got home made her spirits soar. "While I was taking my bath, I got so hot, I had to get myself off," she said softly.
"Do it again later," he said, "I like to watch you get yourself off."
"You know me," she laughed softly, "I'll do just about anything you ask."
"Just about?"
"Well, I wouldn't stand in front of a speeding train, unless it would save your life, and I won't play S&M games. If you want to spank me or tie me up just for fun, that's okay though. You look so handsome in a tux."
"Have to keep up with my wife," he said. "Are you ready? The car will be here in a few minutes."
"What car?"
"I rented a limo for the night."
"Boy, you're going all out. Do you think if you impress me enough, I'll let you fuck me?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I had in mind."
"I feel like a virgin about to lose her cherry," she giggled.
"If I remember correctly, I got your cherry." He took her arm and they went outside just as the limo pulled into the driveway.
She settled back into the plush seat as the limo purred away and grinned. "I could get used to riding around in a limo," she said. "You're spoiling me."
"You deserve it." He took a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and poured two glasses.
"Oh, this is decadent," she laughed. She spied two gift-wrapped boxes on the jump seat in front of her. "Somebody left their gifts."
"They're yours," he said. "You can open the smaller one now."
"When do I get to open the other one?"
"On the way home."
She tore the wrapping off the box and opened it, and exclaimed, "Oh, Gene, it's beautiful ! " She leaned over and gave him a big, wet smooch. "Thank you, darling. How did you know that I wanted a gold belly chain?"
"I listen when you talk."
She held it up with one finger. "Oh, look how it sparkles." Without thinking that the divider was down and the driver could see her in the rearview mirror, she gathered her long gown up around her waist and fastened the chain around her belly. "It's so beautiful," she said softly.
"So are you," he laughed, "and the driver probably thinks so, too."
"Oh," she said, then grinned and rearranged her dress.
They went to a small, very exclusive restaurant in the foothills above Denver.
"Oh, honey," she said, "this place is so expensive. What are you going to do when we've been married twenty-five years?"
"Take out a second mortgage on the house," he laughed.
The driver came around and opened the door and leered at Libby as she got out and her dress slid up her legs. She didn't know why he made such a big deal of it. After all, he had seen her naked to the waist when she put her belly chain on. Gene grinned and took her arm and escorted her to the door.
"Coming here makes me feel like a snob," she said softly as they followed the maitre d' to a secluded table in a corner.
Gene seated her and sat to her left and moved his chair over until his knee touched hers. "You're the last person in the world who could be a snob," he said.
A waiter brought a wine bucket on a stand, a wine steward brought a bottle of champagne, opened it and poured two glass and left without saying a word.
"You know what champagne does to me," Libby said with a soft, sexy chuckle. "You don't have to go to all this trouble to get in my pants, you know."
"You're not wearing any," he quipped.
"Yeah, and it makes me feel so risqu', being in such a splendiferous joint and naked under this imagine dress." She put her hand on his arm and looked into his eyes. "This is our anniversary, darling, and you know I'll give you anything you want tonight."
She sounded so serious, he had to laugh. "Then every night of the week must be an anniversary of some sort."
"Naw," she chuckled, "I'm just a bawdy wench with a lusty libido."
"When I figure out which one, I'll make an offering to the appropriate god."
"Why, that isn't hard to figure out, darling, there's Eros and Dionysus and Aphrodite."
"You've been reading again. Aphrodite was the goddess of sensual love, and Dionysus was associated with wine and orgies."
"They would have made a perfect pair, don't you think? We'll have our own private orgy when we get home. In the meantime, would you pour me another glass of wine?" She took a sip and said, "Ahhh, excellent. Between the time we dated in college and the time we got back together, did you have a pretty active sex life?"
"So-so," he replied.
"In an average week, how many different girls did you fuck?"
"Ah, our dinner is here," he said. "I took the liberty of ordering in advance."
"You aren't going to answer my question, are you?" She laughed, a soft, alluring sound that made his cock tingle.
"I like the sound of your laughter," he said. "I like a lot of things about you."
"Keep talking, darling, you're making me feel very special."
"You are very special. I didn't keep a score-card, but there weren't many. I wasn't a playboy. Were you very active?"
"No, nothing to write home about. I kept comparing the guys I met to you, and they came up short. Pun intended."
"Do you remember the first time we made love?"
"Darling, it's etched indelibly in my memory," she said quietly. "I thought I had found the keys to the kingdom."
"I knew you were a virgin, and I expected you to be shy and inhibited. Instead, you went after me like a tiger, and I thought you were going to eat me alive."
"I tried my damndest to eat one part of you," she laughed. "You must think I'm pretty cheap, the way I fell over and spread my legs for you so easily."
"I don't think anything of the kind," he said firmly. "I came on to you pretty strong. Deliberately. I wanted you, and I usually get what I want."
"Still, I was pretty wanton that night, almost whorish, in fact."
"Did your behavior shock you?"
"No," she said quickly, "but it surprised the hell out of me. I didn't know that I was capable of some of the things I did."
"How are you doing with the champagne?"
"I'm getting a nice buzz, a nice horny buzz. I don't know if it's just the wine, though. I think part of it's you."
"Would you like to go dancing?"
"I would rather do the horizontal tango. Take me home and fuck me."
"I think I'm up to that," he said with a big grin.
CHAPTER FOUR
Libby sank into the plush leather seat of the limo and looked at the other gift and said, "When are you going to let me open my other gift?"
Gene smiled a roguish smile and lifted the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and filled two glasses. "Show me your pussy," he said quietly.
She glanced at the chauffeur and he smiled a roguish smile again and shrugged.
"You bastard," she said softly, "you want him to see my pussy."
He shrugged again and reached for the button to close the dark glass behind the chauffeur, isolating them in the back seat.
"Leave it open," she whispered. She sipped her wine and pulled her skirt to the top of her thighs.
"Higher," he said.
She lifted her ass off the seat and pulled her skirt up around her waist, exposing all of her lower body. She stared at him, suddenly getting a real kick out of the raunchy situation. She hadn't been so turned on in a long time. "Spread your legs."
She handed him her glass, turned around in the seat to face him with one foot on the seat and one foot on the floor, and stared directly at him as she slowly, teasingly, parted her knees a few inches, then took her glass back from him and sipped from it, looking at him over the rim, and said coyly, "Do you really want to look at my pussy?"
He remained unperturbed, sipping champagne, looking at her steadily, smiling faintly.
She let her legs fall wide open. She wanted him to look at her pussy, see how wet it was, see how wet he had made it.
"This is turning you on, isn't it?"
She glanced at the chauffeur and saw that he was doing his best to look at her in the rearview mirror and pay attention to his driving. "Oh, yes, very much," she sighed. "The way you look at it makes me so fucking horny."
"How many times a day do you get yourself off?"
She knew the question was meant to stimulate the driver, and she could play his game. "Several times, maybe a half dozen times or so. I get horny a lot."
"Do you like being horny?"
"Oh, God, yes. But only when I know I'm going to get a good fucking. I hate to get all hot and bothered, then have to work it out by hand."
"That position makes you look just about as sexy as a girl can get."
"It probably makes my ass look bigger, and it's already too big."
"Your ass isn't too big."
"Did my tits jiggle enough for you tonight?"
"Yes, they look very erotic. Play with your clit."
She put one hand in her crotch and wiggled the tip of her finger over her clit.
"You may open your other gift now," he said.
She stayed in her provocative position and tore open the box. "Oh, it's a jelly vibe," she said, loud enough for the driver to hear her. "A pretty red one, with a shaft as big as yours." She caressed the tool and wrapped her hand around the head. "The head's a little bigger than yours, and it will get my golden spot the way the head of your cock does. Since it's already lubricated, did you want me to use it now?"
"Yes," he said, "put it in, then play with your clit until you cum."
"Oh, that sounds like fun."
She turned the vibe on, listened to the hum a moment, then hid it in her magic box and started rubbing her clit again. "Hmmmmm, my clit is already beginning to feel so good," she murmured.
"Show me your tits. No, don't stop playing with your clit."
She looked perplexed for a moment, then handed him her glass, pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and yanked the top down, then took her glass back and emptied it.
"I like this stuff. May I have some more?"
"You can have all you want, baby."
"I'm about ready to pop," she said softly.
"Go ahead, I like to watch you cum."
"This is so kinky, and I like to do kinky things."
Her lust at the breaking point, she flogged her clit rapidly with two fingers, arched her back, squealed softly, and came with a rush.
"You look so beautiful when you cum," he said when her ardor waned.
"God, that felt good. I hope I didn't stain the seat."
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure the driver knows how to clean most everything."
The limo pulled into their driveway, and she jumped out and hurried inside, holding the vibrator in one hand, her tits jiggling crazily and her ass wiggling provocatively.
Gene followed her, and she turned on him before he got the door fully closed, unzipped his pants, reached inside and shivered visibly when her hand closed around his cock.
"I can build up the fire if you're cold," he teased.
"Silly," she responded in a hoarse whisper, stroking his cock slowly, with a firm grip.
"You look so provocative with the top of your dress around your waist," he said softly, cupping a bulging tit. "Your tits are gorgeous."
She stared into his eyes, her eyes smoldering with lust and her lush, sensual lips parted slightly, giving her an utterly wanton look. Her nipples stood out proudly, fully erect, and a flush showed on her throat and chest. "You guys are all a-like. Give you a glimpse of big tits and you go bananas. There's more to a girl than tits, you know."
He took the bait without a second thought. "Sure, there's also a pussy." He chuckled and fondled first one tit, then the other
Her sex flush deepened and her nipples got so hard, they almost hurt. "When I finally started filling out, do you remember how you teased me about how fast my tits were growing?"
"Sweetheart, I remember everything about our first year together. What happened to us, why did we drift apart after we graduated?"
She pulled his cock out of his pants, held it with both hands and pulled it gently. "I don't know, and I've thought about it a lot. Maybe we weren't ready for a lifelong commitment. Maybe we thought we would be missing something by not dating others."
"Maybe you did, I didn't."
"You wanted the driver to watch my bawdy behavior, didn't you?"
He grinned that roguish grin again and nodded.
"Why do guys get such a kick out of watching a girl play with herself?"
"Because it's so titillating, so lascivious and personal."
"Do you want to watch me do it again before you fuck me?"
"I think you want me to watch you do it again," he said.
She nodded, her eyes twinkling. "I get so fucking horny when you watch me, and it feels so good. Not as good as when you do it, but still good."
"While you're at it, why don't you fuck yourself with your new jelly vibe?"
She sat on the couch with her dress around her waist and smiled hotly. "Right now, I feel absolutely wanton and depraved, darling," she said softly.
"So, what else is new?"
"Yes, when you come down to it, I'm really a horny little bitch."
"Indeed you are, baby," he chuckled. "Open your legs."
She slowly spread her legs, revealing her
CHAPTER FIVE
"Just about everything you do turns me on," Gene said, "especially if you're naked. Girls, like roses and fine wine, were put on earth for men to enjoy."
"You're a chauvinist bastard," Libby chuckled.
"Yep, I guess so."
"That's okay, you're a lovable bastard." She pulled the vibrator out of her cunt, then shoved it back in again, hard. "Are you imagining that you're watching another guy fucking me right now?"
Her question hit so close to home, it nearly befuddled him, and he had to think fast. "I've never seen a guy with a bright red cock."
She knew she had hit the mark, and chuckled. The thought excited her even more. She pressed her clit so tightly between her fingers that it popped out of its hood and waved at him as she wiggled her hand faster.
He knelt in front of her so he had a close-up view of the vibrator fucking her cunt and her fingers working her clit.
"I'm going to cum now," she whispered hoarsely. "Oh, yes, it's here, darling! My cum is here! I'm cumming for you! Watch me, darling, watch me cum!"
Her fun gun fired and she wailed as her climax arrived on bolts of lightning, her body stiff, her weight on her heels and shoulders, her ass twisting and jerking violently, her cunt only inches from his face. In her orgasmic fury, her voice got louder and louder as she came harder and harder. Her body shook, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she lost control of herself and bounced ecstatically on the couch. Her wails of joy echoed in his ears, and the erotic aroma of her hot twat filled his nostrils, so heavy he could taste it.
"What an erotic vision," he said softly, watching with rapt delight as her mauled her clit and pumped the bright red jelly vibe in and out of her drenched cunt.
She came back to earth and pulled the vibrator out of her cunt, and he kissed her slit tenderly.
"Magnificent," he said softly, "so breathtaking."
She giggled and ruffled his hair. "My pussy, or my bawdy show?"
"Both," he laughed. "You like for me to look at your cunt, don't you?"
"Yes," she whispered, "God help me for being so lewd, but I love it. You've corrupted me something awful."
"No, I merely opened the door and helped you be yourself."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, but probably not as much as you did."
"Knowing you were watching made it so much better."
"Do you get yourself off often? Don't I keep you satisfied?"
"Yes, darling, you keep me fully satisfied, but one doesn't have anything to do with the other. I simply like to cum, and I like to experiment with different ways of getting off. Usually, you get cum all over me before you leave for work every morning, so I take a long, leisurely bath and rub my clit good while I'm in the warm water. I even use the pulsing shower massage on it sometimes and get off that way, and I usually poke myself two or three times a day with my vibrators."
He licked her ass-hole, then dragged his tongue up the full length of her cleft and tickled her clit.
"Ummm," she muttered, "that felt good."
"This will feel even better."
He parted her cunt lips with his fingers and licked her slit with a broad tongue, then gave her whole crotch a methodical tongue bath. Her clitoris stood stiffly erect, and her body jerked and her hips undulated and wiggled from side to side each time his tongue passed over the wet flesh of her large hood.
"God, I love it when you lick me that way," she moaned.
Juice flowed from her hole in a steady stream, running down the crack of her ass, and he periodically chased it with the tip of his tongue. She caressed her tits and her milk buds stood up hard and pointy, as large as the end of her little finger. She was well on her way toward another delicious orgasm, then his mouth left her cunt.
"Oh, no," she wailed, "don't stop now!"
He ignored her plea, got on his knees and rubbed the bloated knob of his cock up and down her crack. Again, when she was close to cumming, he stood and rubbed her stiff nipples with the head of his cock.
She looked up at him through lust-glazed eyes and muttered, "You're a mean bastard."
She didn't mean it. She utterly enjoyed everything he was doing. He had never been a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy. From the time he got her cherry, he always took the time to do things just for her pleasure and make her almost beg for an orgasm, and her heart overflowed with joy.
He chuckled mischievously. "How badly do you want to cum?"
"So much that I'm about to go crazy," she whimpered. "Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Hmmmmm," he responded noncommittally.
The idea was tempting. But not yet. He wanted her ready to climb the walls before he got her off. He dropped to his knees and glued his mouth to her cunt, and his tongue did an erotic snake dance on her rigid clit as he licked it lavishly.
Her breath escaped in a great whoosh the instant his mouth closed over her juicy gash. When his tongue lashed out at her clit, she almost screamed with joy. Her hips thrust, her thighs shook and quivered and bliss contorted her lovely face. Her tits bounced and jiggled as she bucked and lurched, throwing her cunt at his mouth.
"Oh, my God," she cried.
Her hands flew to his head and closed over his ears and she tried to pull his entire face into her twat. His tongue continued to stroke her clitoris, maintaining the same steady pace. Her body movements increased in fervor and intensity, and she thrashed around so hard that he had to hang onto her thighs to keep his mouth on her cunt. Loud, keening wails of pleasure poured from her mouth as she came very hard, eased off just a second, then came again, this time deeper and harder.
He licked her faster, and her frantic movements matched his new pace. Her orgasm built steadily, carrying her to unearthly heights, and she came so hard, she thought she was going to faint from unsurpassed joy.
Her ardor took a long time to subside, and he stayed at his post, licking her clit tenderly as she eased away from the sheer precipice of passion. She reached the bottom and lay still and limp, her heart filled with admiration for her extraordinary man.
"Damn," she muttered, "take that rocket out of my ass and let me rest a minute."
"You like the way I lick pussy, huh?"
"Oh, God, what an understatement," she exclaimed. "I always cum so hard, I think I'm going to lose my mind."
He kissed her full on the mouth and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, making sure she got a good taste of her own pussy juice, and could see signs of surprised pleasure floating in her eyes.
"How did my tongue taste?"
"Interesting," she said, her voice as soft as a gentle breeze on a warm summer evening.
"Have you ever tasted another girl's pussy?"
"Darling, I didn't live life in the fast lane the years we were apart. Sometimes, I wish I had, but I can't change the past. I taste my own pussy when I lick your cock after you fuck me, and I lick my vibrator after I use it. It's sort of reflexive, probably because I lick your cock."
"Do you like it?"
"The first time I did it, I thought it was kind of kinky, but, yeah, I like doing it. Are you trying to tell me something, or ask me something?"
He got up and sat on the couch. "Your turn now, my tongue needs a rest."
"Okay, play your games," she laughed, "but one of these days, you'll admit that you're a closet voyeur."
She rolled over on top of him and her tits traced fiery little paths on his skin as she slid down his body, and his prick twitched when she dragged it between the two massive mounds of magnificent mammary flesh. She held his shaft lovingly with both hands and licked the bare knob amorously several moments, then drew the stiff column of pulsing flesh deep into her mouth. It felt like a bar of iron covered with slick velvet, and she mixed quick, ravenous strokes of her tongue with her sucking.
He lay still, with his hands resting lightly on each side of her head. "Every time you suck me, you get a little better," he said softly.
She lifted her head and stroked his cock gently as she looked up at him. "Do you want me to suck you off?"
"Whatever you want, baby, you're running the show now."
She grinned, lewd and hot, and pulled his dick with both hands as she stood and straddled his hips and slowly rubbed the tip of his pecker back and forth through her juicy slot.
"I love everything about sex, darling," she whispered passionately. "I didn't know the depths of my passion until I met you. I simply love to have a stiff cock in my mouth and cunt and ass."
"I knew it the moment I met you all those years ago," he said softly.
"Do you mean that I looked like a round-heeled, cheap fuck?"
"You looked like a shy virgin," he laughed, "but I knew that all I had to do was light your fuse, and your sexual fire would roar into life."
"Sometimes, you're so full of bullshit, it's a shame," she chuckled. "But you're right, I really am a horny little bitch." She brought herself right to the brink of a glorious explosion, exactly as he did earlier with his talented tongue, then onto his shaft as she slowly lowered her ass and the tip of his prick nosed between the drizzling lips of her cunt. His long, thick dong slid in easily, inch by hard inch, deep into her slick twat, and the acute pleasure made her gasp. She arched her back and suddenly let her ass drop, taking him all the way up to his balls. The tip hit the mouth of her womb, and she shuddered and gasped again. "I can cum right now," she whispered happily.
He put his hands on top of her shoulders and pulled her forward and licked her nipples and hunched his dick into her. "Why wait? Cum all you want, all you can. I like to watch you cum."
Her ass rose and fell with an unhurried, easy rhythm as she slid her cunt up and down the full length of his hard lance. She wiggled her chest and her thick tit buds grazed his lips, and he held one big mound with both hands and suckled affectionately.
"I like it when you suck my nipples," she whispered. The better his prick felt, the faster she fucked, jamming her cunt down hard, banging the head into the bottom of her sheath. "Your cock stretches my cunt wide open, baby. God, I love the way it feels."
He levered his hips up, thrusting into her slick sheath in counterpoint to her humping, and she matched her pace to his, his prick hard and strong inside her, filling her full. Each thrust brought her got closer and closer to another climax, and she could tell that he wasn't ready to cum.
She certainly was! She shoved her ass all the way down and scrubbed her clit through his pubic hair. She suddenly clamped her muscles tightly around his thick dick and she spasmed and jerked and bucked tumultuously, her cunt sucking his prick as if trying to milk it.
At the height of her orgasm, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and twisted it in tight circles as he rammed his prick into her cunt with all his might, lifting her knees off the couch with the force of his thrust each time he threw his hips up.
She hung on and rode the rocket of passion until it burned out, then abruptly got off his lap and walked away, leaving his stiff cock waving in the air. While she was gone, his cock lost a little of its firmness. She gave him a big wink and knelt and meticulously licked it all over, then held up a small, slender vibrator.
"I use this on my clit. Lie back and let me show you how it feels."
Gene lay back, and Libby turned on the vibrator and touched the tip to the sensitive head of his prick, and he recoiled.
She snickered and said, "Just lie still, darling, I'm not going to hurt you. You'll really like it."
She ran the vibrator lightly around the knob of his dick, then licked the head with a soft tongue as she ran the tool down and around the shaft in a spiral motion, over his balls, into the crack of his ass and over his ass-hole. He groaned out loud as sensuous sensations shot through him, then her soft lips closed over his cock and the air rushed out of his lungs. She kept her lips loose and made her mouth into a large cavity, holding just the head inside, as she ran the vibrator over every inch of his shaft, and his hips jerked off the couch, shoving his hard cock into her mouth.
"Oh, baby, that feels good," he said, his voice half-groan and half-whimper. "Are you going to suck me off and let me cum in your mouth?"
"Mmmmmm," she mumbled.
Her soft tongue moved gently, urgently, over the head of his cock as the vibrator started a slow, tingling climb upward, along the underside of his shaft. Top to bottom and around and around and back again it went, and orgasmic tensions mounted and tenacious fingers of fire shot through him.
She lifted her head, dragging her tongue over the head of his cock, making it twitch and quiver. "Ready to cum, baby, ready to give me a tasty drink from your fuck fountain?"
She had never called his cock a fuck fountain, and he nearly laughed. If the circumstances hadn't been so damn serious, he would have. "Yeah, in a few minutes," he said, panting, his chest heaving with the exertion of holding back. "Let me enjoy what you're doing for a little while longer."
"I want you to cum a lot, darling. Will you do that? Will you fill my mouth full, give me plenty of your tasty juice to drink?"
"Oh, yes, you bet I will!" It was getting harder for him to breathe.
Still teasing his dick with the vibrator, she took the head back in her mouth and resumed her soft sucking and tender tonguing.
Suddenly, taking both of them by surprise, he erupted, and hot jism geysered into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly and noisily, moving her mouth and the vibrator up and down as his cum gushed into her gulping mouth in sticky gobs. When he stopped cumming, she swallowed the last of his semen without taking her mouth away, then released his cock.
He sat up and she smiled at him and kissed him full on the mouth.
"Salud, lover," she giggled. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"It was wonderful," he replied.
"Good, I'm glad you liked it. I read a lot, and then I have to try out what I've read about. Reading is nice, but doing is a lot more fun."
"Where in the world would you read such a thing?"
"Sir, are you doubting me? Do you think I've been conducting experiments with others?"
"Not necessarily, I think your active imagination has been working overtime."
"You could be right. How about nursing on the nipple between my legs?"
"I think you would rather cum on a tongue than any other way."
"You could be right. I sure do love it when you suck my pussy."
"Would you let another girl suck your pussy?"
"I don't know." She didn't tell him that the idea was often part of her fantasy when she got herself off. "Right now, I just know that I want you to do it. I want to cum in your mouth the way you came in mine. Besides, your cock always gets hard when you eat me."
She sat on the couch and lay back and flexed her knees, spread her firm thighs wide, and melted as his tongue probed her pussy and worked along her slit.
Everything between her shapely thighs fascinated him. He liked the way she trimmed the hair away from her slit, exposing the moist softness of her succulent folds. Her lips were thick and puffy and formed a small pout, and he spread them with his fingers and tasted the savory juice oozing from her hole.
"Your pussy is very pretty," he said softly.
"You just like to look at pussies," she snickered.
"Of course," he replied.
He licked and sucked on her clit, working his way down to her honey hole, licking and kissing every fold, making little slurping sounds. He went back to her joy buzzer, sucked it between his lips and flayed it tenderly with the tip of his tongue as he stuck two fingers up her cunt and finger-fucked her with strong, swift strokes, quickly turning her into a wildly quivering mass of passion.
She played with her swollen tits as she put her legs over his shoulders and hunched her hot snatch up to his face. Moaning and groaning, and finally screaming, she came for a good two minutes as his tongue concentrated on her clit, bucking and wiggling violently and drumming her heels on his back in light, rapid movements.
He gave her pussy a final lick, pushed her legs apart and came up for air. She grabbed his head and kissed him deeply in appreciation, then checked his cock for hardness.
"Yeah, it's just right," she giggled.
She reached into the pile of stuff she brought from the bedroom and picked out a latex band with a nodule on it. Connected to the nodule was a thin battery cable that led to a small control box.
"What the hell's that thing?"
"A cock ring with a battery-powered vibrator built in. Haven't you ever used one?"
"I've never used a cock ring of any kind, let alone one with a vibrator on it. Where did you get all these things?"
"I've been shopping," she said noncommit-tally. It had taken a lot of courage for her to go into the sex shop and make her purchases. "The instructions said it will keep your cock hard for a long time and increase your pleasure when you cum. It's also supposed to make your cock feel good and make my pussy explode when you push the nodule against my clit. I've never had a cock in me and my clit stimulated at the same time." She slipped the latex band to the base of his shaft and gave his cock a gentle tug. "There, now put your beautiful tool in my pussy and let's see if that thing lives up to its billing."
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and entered her cunt in one easy thrust.
"All the way in, baby," she urged, "go really deep and rock the cradle!" When the nodule was against her clit, she activated the vibrator and the softly buzzing device sent subtle waves of pleasure through her groin. "Stay deep in my pussy and rub that thing gently over my clit. That's right, I'm going to cum, baby, I'm going to cum!" She locked her ankles behind his neck, relieving him of the burden of holding her legs up, and her ass came off the couch. "Oh, yes, lover, fuck me, fuck me good! Oh, baby, your cock feels wonderful, and that thing on my clit is driving me out of my fucking mind!"
He stood between his hot wife's thighs, a big grin on his face as he tamed her wild pussy with his rampaging rod and that silly damn cock ring.
Her ass bobbed and weaved and twisted, going up and down and around and around as she fucked back at him with all of her strength. His prick moved smoothly in out of her hot, clasping cunt, driving her higher and higher.
"Slow down, lover, and make it last as long as you can," she muttered. "See if you can fuck me forever."
He plunged his prick all the way into her slick love tunnel and pressed the buzzer against her clit again, and the vibrations went deep into his groin, affecting him almost as much it did her. He held the position as long as he could, then started fucking her again.
Forever turned out to be a minute too long. Her body bucked and jerked wildly as her orgasm exploded out of her pussy and swept over her like a tidal wave. He shoved his cock all the way up her cunt again and pressed the vibrator against her clit.
She peaked and started coming down, and wailed, "Forget the fucking vibrator and fuck me hard!"
He fucked her another ten minutes as hard as he could, and she came continually, then he dumped a prodigious load deep in her sex tunnel.
"God, that was terrific," she breathed.
"You'd better turn that damn vibrator off before it drives both of us crazy," he laughed.
"Will it get your cock hard so you can fuck me again?"
"Not for a while. You got everything I'm capable of giving."
"Don't pull out, I want to ask you something."
He hunched against her crotch, then picked her up and sat down with her on his lap, his softened cock still in her.
She put her hands on his shoulders and wiggled her ass gently and kissed him lightly. "Do you remember the pledge we made to each other the night before our wedding, that we'd tell the other one if we met somebody we really, really wanted to fuck?"
"We haven't been together long enough for our minds to be working on parallel tracks. I was going to ask you the same thing. Who did you meet?"
"Aaron Taylor, an old high school chum. The night we graduated, we tried to do it, but it didn't work out. He came all over me, and we cracked up, and then couldn't get in the mood again. That's why you got my cherry."
"He does all of our computer security work. I didn't know that you and he were friends."
"We haven't kept in touch. I ran into him today when I was shopping, and he's changed a lot since high school."
"So have you," Gene chuckled.
"Yeah, and he noticed right away. He wanted me to go to bed with him today, but I wouldn't cheat on you. He says he's a lot better now, and I believe him. I think it would be fun to find out. Who did you meet?"
"I've known her for quite a while. Cynthia, my secretary."
"Oh, yeah, she's very pretty, and so sexy, sultry, actually, and I'll bet she's a dynamite piece of ass. If I had a cock, I know I'd want to fuck her."
"Is it really that easy? Are we going to do it?"
She kissed him lightly again and frowned. "Will it change anything between us?"
"Not as far as I'm concerned."
"Then we're going to do it. Tomorrow is Friday. You make a date with Cynthia, and I'll make a date with Aaron." She wiggled her ass and flexed her cunt and grinned. "Your cock is getting hard again. Take me to bed and fuck my brains out, show me how you want to fuck your sexy little secretary."
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Libby called, Aaron gave her the code to open the elevator door, and she rode up to his loft with butterflies in her stomach. She wasn't cheating on Gene, but since they weren't together, she felt sort of like she was.
The elevator door opened and Aaron was waiting for her with a bright smile and extended arms. She slipped into them and gave him a tender kiss on the lips.
"A girl with a hot pussy is here," she said quietly, her voice quivering slightly.
"You sound nervous," he said.
"I am, a little," she replied. She instinctively curled her crotch forward and rubbed her mound against him and kissed him again. "Gene is the only man I've been with since we got back together."
"I didn't know you were ever separated."
"It's a long story." She was nervous about proceeding to sex, and the short respite helped her calm her nerves. "We haven't been separated since we married, but our relationship went cold for a while right after college. Anyway, everything is fine now, and I'm here."
Aaron put his hands on her lush ass and pulled her crotch a little closer to his. "You sure are, and I'm very happy. How long can you stay?"
"As long as I want, or until you get tired of me," she laughed.
"We'd better make it as long as you want, because I'll never get tired of you. Gene is very understanding."
"Oh, he's getting his," she said, laughing again. "He's had his eye on his sexy young secretary, and he's with her tonight."
"Why didn't you tell me that you're swingers?"
"We aren't, at least not yet, but if we like what happens tonight, we might be." She rubbed up against him and kissed him. "My nerves are calm now, and I'm looking forward to fucking you." She took his hand and went to the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. "I don't remember what your cock looks like." She grinned impishly. "I didn't get a good look at it the one time I saw you with your pants off. Did your cock continue to grow and fill out the way your body did? If so, it must be quite a sight."
"I can speak only from personal experience," he said, also grinning. "I can assure you, I've learned a lot since I last saw you."
Her abundant tits played peek-a-boo with the e?ges of her open blouse. She kept her clothes on so he could remove them. Opening her blouse was just a way to let him know what awaited him. "God, I hope so," she laughed. "We were a couple of real klutzes that night, weren't we?"
He took off his shirt to reveal a well-muscled chest that wasn't too hairy, and she smiled. She didn't like to fuck a man who looked and felt like an ape.
"I was the klutz," he said. "Did you get the cum out your pretty dress? I didn't mean to shoot off all over it, you know."
"Oh, sure, I had it made into a cocktail dress and got lots more wear out of it. I even wore it on my honeymoon."
He finished undressing and she looked at the long, thick hunk of meat dangling between his legs and the heavy balls framing his cock. Now, if he just knew how to use that gorgeous thing! And his tongue! Mustn't forget his tongue.
"You haven't undressed," he said.
She shook her head gently and grinned mischievously. "That's up to you. You can have whatever you uncover."
He sat down on the bed beside her, kissed the nape of her neck and put one hand on her knee, and she automatically opened her legs far enough for him to get his hand on the inside of her thigh. His fingers drew tiny circles on the delicate, smooth flesh as his hand slowly moved upward, heading for the intriguing junction.
He pushed her blouse apart and hefted one of her tits. "Magnificent," he said quietly, "so heavy and firm. I remember when I could cover one of them with my hand. Now, I can't cover one with both hands."
She glanced down at her tits and chuckled and arched her back. "Yeah, once they started filling out, I thought the damn things would never stop. They were still pretty small when I met Gene, and he teased me about taking some secret concoction. He said if we put it on the market, we'd make a fortune. I used to fret because I was flat-chested, then they started growing and I fretted that they'd never stop."
"I'm glad they didn't stop sooner," he said, "I love big, natural tits." He undressed her skillfully, with a minimum of fuss, which didn't take much since she was wearing only a skirt, blouse and shoes. "When you were here yesterday, I knew you weren't wearing a bra. Do you often not wear panties?"
"Gene-likes to watch my tits jiggle, so I never wear a bra, and knowing that I'm naked under my clothes turns him on, so I seldom wear panties."
Aaron hefted her tit again and kissed the nipple. "Sounds like you two have a splendid relationship."
"He's a wonderful man, Aaron. I think you'd like him."
He picked her up easily and sat her on his lap and put his hand between her legs. "I know that I like his wife."
She put her arm around his neck and stared into his eyes as he slowly inched his hand upward, caressing the smooth skin on the inside of her shapely thigh. Her skin was almost hot to the touch, and he could swear he could feel heat radiating from her pussy.
She shifted on his lap so she could spread her legs wide open, and his hand went higher. Her breathing became shallow and rapid, and the tip of her tongue moved lazily back and forth over her full lower lip. The change coming over her, her response to his hand so close to her pussy, captivated him. She was hotter, more passionate than he expected, and his blood ran hot and tingles zipped up and down his spine.
"Your touch excites me," she whispered passionately.
He reached her plump mound and paused.
Tendrils of delicate soft hair tickled the side of his hand, and the edge of his index finger rested against her hairless lips. He was right, heat radiated from her humid snatch, intense heat, and a heavy coating of dew made the long, bloated lips as slick as oil.
She put her left foot on the floor, opening herself wide, surrendering herself completely, and looked down at his hand with burning eyes. "Getting felt up really turns me on," she whispered, her voice a mixture of excitement and lust, "and watching you play with my pussy makes me all gooey inside."
"Yeah, I can see how gooey you are," he chuckled. He ran his finger up and down her heated, saturated gash, and her body jerked sharply. He touched her clit, and she nearly jumped out of his lap, then settled back down. "Awesome clit," he said softly. "Big clits turn me on."
He caressed the big love stud tenderly, and her lips slowly opened wider, like a glorious blossom on a warm summer morning. He put one finger in her cunthole.
"Oooooo, yes," she moaned, "more!"
He put another finger in her, slowly pumped them in and out, and her freely flowing juice soaked his fingers all the way down to his hand, and he slid his fingers in and out faster.
She stared lovingly, raptly, at his hand, enthralled by the provocative sight. Her ass squirmed, rubbing on his cock, and the more she squirmed, the stiffer it got. He put his thumb on her clit and rubbed the nubbin lightly, and she tightened her arm around his neck and wiggled her ass urgently.
"God, that feels wonderful," she murmured fervently. "Finger-fuck me, baby, make my cunt feel real good!"
Her bawdy words gladdened his heart, told him she had few, if any, sexual inhibitions. He watched the ecstatic expression on her beautiful face as he fucked her torrid snatch with his fingers. Her sexual fervor awed him, and he hoped he could match her impassioned hunger and thoroughly satisfy her astonishing zeal.
"I can feel your cock under my ass," she whispered. "It's getting harder. Hmmm, feels good, baby. Yes, that's right, baby, use your fingers that way."
Mentally, she had teased herself from the moment they met in the boutique, thinking about giving him a chance to make up for the fiasco so many years ago, and now that it was happening, her passion soared.
She stared at her crotch, at his hand, at his fingers as they plunged in and out of her greedy cunt, her ass squirming and hunching. He increased the speed of his finger-fucking, and her ass matched his new tempo.
"I'm going to cum, baby," she whimpered, "fuck me faster!"
She tightened her arm around his neck as her ass squirmed faster, going in circles and bucking back and forth, her whole body trembling. The harder he fucked his fingers in and out of her squelchy sex channel, the harder she pulled on his neck, then her body began to vibrate hectically, and they both knew her orgasm was scant seconds away.
Suddenly, she buried her face in the junction of his neck and shoulder, threw her other arm around his neck, and her body thrashed chaotically and loud paeans of pleasure poured from her mouth, partially muffled by his neck. Then the sounds were cut off as she bit his shoulder, not hard, but hard enough to communicate her passion.
He fucked her with his fingers, pumping them rapidly in and out the molten, soggy maw of her cunt, driving her to the peak, forcing her to climax harder and harder. She lifted her head, gasping for breath, the violent tremors wracking her body subsiding.
She kissed his cheek, then pulled his head around and kissed him on the mouth. "Thank you, baby, that was super!" She giggled and sighed. "Wouldn't you know, I couldn't watch you do me while I was cumming. I've always wanted to do that, but I can't keep my eyes open when I cum so hard."
"Yeah, you cum pretty hard," he said.
"I usually do." She slid off his lap and knelt between his legs. His cock stood in full erection a few inches from her mouth, and she stroked it languidly with both hands. "Would you believe I was still a virgin when I met Gene? Guys weren't interested in flat-chested girls with knobby knees. A couple guys let me jack them off, but they didn't offer to fuck me.
"They didn't know what they were missing," he muttered. Naked, on her knees, her tits high and firm and her stiff nipples pointing at his balls, she looked so breathtaking, so tantalizing, and a gnawing longing to fuck her stirred in him, made his cock throb. "I tried to remedy that situation on graduation night, but didn't get it done, did I? Sorry about that. You don't know how often I kicked myself in the ass for failing."
"You'll enjoy fucking me a lot more now," she said softly. "Gene is a magnificent lover. He's taught me so much, and I'm a damn good piece of ass now."
"I don't doubt that," he agreed.
"Does it bother you if I talk about my husband?"
"Not if it doesn't bother you."
She reached forward with one hand and cupped his balls. "Your nuts are so big, so full of cream. Lots of yummy for the tummy for your little cocksucker."
"Looking at your tits, I'd hardly call you little," he teased, "but I would call you beautiful."
"Just don't pay too much attention to my ass," she chuckled. "It's too big."
"Damned if it is," he said.
She gripped his prick with both hands, one above the other. "You've got a magnificent hunk of meat, baby," she said softly. "I think it did grow along with the rest of you. Beautiful cock and a wonderfully heavy sack of nuts. What more can a girl ask?"
He couldn't think of anything to say in reply, so he said nothing. Better to keep his mouth shut and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
"Gene's cock is real big, and I love to ride it. When we were apart, I fucked a few guys, but none of them had a cock as big as yours and his. Smaller ones do a good job if they're used right, but I like to ride big ones." She rolled his balls with the tips of her fingers. "Do your other girls like to play with your nuts?"
"One or two," he said. "Most of them seem embarrassed about touching them."
"They don't know what they're missing." She stood up and straddled his legs, still holding his rigid shaft in one hand, and pushed the head between her cunt lips, wiggling it vigorously, concentrating on her clit. "Oh," she exclaimed, "that feels so fucking good!" He levered his hips up, and she pushed him down. "No, don't put that monster in me yet, I want to play some more."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gene brought two bottles of wine, an excellent merlot and an excellent chilled chard-onnay, and flowers.
Cynthia was wearing a thin white T-shirt about a size too small and a blue pleated skirt, like a cheerleader's, so short it barely covered her perky ass, and no shoes. Her long brown hair was braided with a blue bow on the end, just above her ass, and she looked so young and enticing.
Gene gave her the flowers, and she gave him a kiss.
"How thoughtful," she said. "Thank you, Gene, I love flowers." She stuck her nose in the flowers and inhaled deeply, and her tits rose and fell subtly. "Come on in and have a seat. I'll get a vase and be right back."
He watched the bow on the end of her braid swing and her ass sway, and wondered if he had made a serious mistake.
The living room had a snug, seductive feeling. Soft music came from the stereo and a lamp burned at each end of the couch, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. He sat on the couch and twiddled. She came back and he watched her luscious young tits jiggle, and part of his doubt stole across the floor and jumped out of the window.
She turned her back to him and leaned over to put the flowers on the coffee table. Her short skirt rode up and he got a good look at her bare ass and tender pussy winking at him from between her gorgeous thighs, and decided that he had to have her.
She straightened up and turned around and grinned. "I thought you might like a preview."
"You can be damn sure that I'll stay for the whole show," he chuckled.
"I hope you meant that pun," she laughed.
"You're an imp," he said.
"Darling, I'm going to relish showing you just how mischievous I am. I would offer you a drink, but dinner's almost ready. Would you open the wine?"
She served an excellent stuffed chicken breast with fresh asparagus and the white wine by candlelight, and he knew the best restaurant couldn't have done better.
They chatted as they ate, and Gene found her witty and charming and so damned sexy, his cock ached.
When they finished eating, she said, "I thought a light meal was better. I'm lethargic after a heavy meal, and I want to be energetic tonight."
"I think you're always pretty energetic," he chuckled. "And I know you're a good cook. The meal was excellent."
"Thank you, so was the wine. It was perfect for chicken. My father taught me to cook, and I have my domestic side, for the right person. Shall we have our coffee and cognac in the living room?"
He sat in a comfortable chair facing her chair, savoring the serenity and her company. She crossed her legs and showed him lots of thigh, and he savored the view, too.
"You entertain very well," he said.
"My father again. He taught me a lot about social graces overtly, and I learned more by watching him. I've had a terrible crush on him as long as I can remember. If he would allow it, I'd be his lover, and pooh on what society might say about it. It's my pussy, and who I give it to is nobody else's business. I suppose that explains why I prefer older men. You, especially, remind me a lot of him."
"There's a lot of Freud in there."
She grinned and gave him a bawdy wink. "You'll be the beneficiary of my Electra complex. I like having you here with me, even if it is for only one night. Is Libby waiting up for you?"
"No, she's visiting an old friend she knew in high school."
"Is she expecting you home at a certain time?"
"I doubt it. She was looking forward to seeing him, and if I know her, she won't be home until she wears him out."
Cynthia arched one eyebrow sharply. "I didn't know that you have an open marriage. Were you just stringing me along yesterday until you decided if I'd be worth the effort?"
"We don't, didn't, I don't how to put it yet, have an open marriage, and I wasn't stringing you along, for any reason. I've wanted you a long time, and I never doubted that you'd be worth the effort, as you put it. Bear with me while I digress, and maybe I can clear things up. Libby and I met in college, drifted apart, then got back together and married. We were both a little hesitant about giving up our freedom, but we wanted to be with each other, so the night before our wedding, we made a pledge that if one of us met somebody we really, really wanted, we'd talk about it in a rational manner and make an intelligent decision.
"Our decision was that we'd try it, then discuss it again and see what we wanted to do."
"I think that's very mature and intelligent," Cynthia said. "If your marriage is stable and secure, you can work out something satisfactory to both of you."
"I want more than a one night with you, so I hope she wants to keep doing it, in one form or another."
Cynthia grinned broadly. "If she wants my opinion, I'll be happy to talk to her. Of course, I'm biased, but I do have a pretty open mind."
Gene returned her grin. "I'll tell her what you said. You never know, she just might call you. She thinks you're probably a dynamite piece of ass."
"Your wife is very perceptive," Cynthia said, her voice husky, "and very understanding." She stood and left the room.
He waited apprehensively, wondering if he'd somehow put his foot in it. For the umpteenth time, he wished he understood females better!
Cynthia returned and stood a few feet from him, her body silhouetted by one of the table lamps. "Will you tell Libby if I'm a good piece of ass, Gene?"
"Do you want me to tell her?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck me every way you wish, then tell her every little detail. Maybe if you get things worked out, she'll let me have you again once in a while."
"I've never asked and I've never looked at your file. How old are you?"
She shrugged her shoulders and her robe fell to the floor and the dim light played on the soft curves of her naked body as she straddled his legs. She caressed his cheek and chuckled. "Worried that I'm jailbait, darling? I'm twenty, and that makes you twelve years older, not quite old enough to be my father. And I'm not a virgin. I hope you weren't expecting me to be."
The prospect of fucking a twenty-year-old made him feel like an old man. Then she took his hand and put it between her legs, on her mound, and age didn't matter.
"No, I didn't expect you to be a virgin. You indicated you weren't during our little talk yesterday."
"How many girls have you fucked since you married?"
"You're the first."
"Libby did me a great honor by choosing me. I'll have to send her a thank-you note. And maybe give her a special gift, a gift that only a girl can give another girl." She put her hands on his shoulders and her left foot on the seat of his chair. "Don't let me fall."
He held onto her hips as she put her right foot on the seat and stepped up with her pussy right in front of his face.
"Put your tongue in me and have a taste," she said softly.
He speared his tongue into her hole, paused a moment, then looked up at her and chuckled. "It's cherry, isn't it?"
"Yes, I didn't know your favorite flavor, so I used cherry. All guys like cherry pussy, don't they?"
"Not always, honey. Sometimes, fucking a virgin can be hard work. I'd rather have a girl who knows what she's doing."
"Then you came to the right place, darling." She kept her hands on his shoulders and stepped down. "Put your finger in my pussy."
He ran the tip of his finger along her slit, then eased it into her hole.
"Is it tight enough for you?"
"It sure is," he said softly. "Fucking you is going to be a real pleasure."
"I get a lot wetter than I am now," she said softly. "I hope it doesn't turn you off."
"I like to eat juicy pussies. They remind me of juicy peaches."
"Fuzz and all," she giggled. She arched her back and put a nipple against his lips, and immediately sobered as he suckled the fat bud. "I'll be your wife tonight, darling," she murmured. "Fuck me as much as you wish, any way you wish. I know how to do just about anything you can think of, and I love to do it all."
He caressed her bare back and ass. Her skin had the downy softness of youth-supple, velvety and warm to the touch. He put one hand on her luscious ass and one hand between her legs and ran a finger through the crack of her ass and her slit at the same time, and she opened her thighs wider, giving him more room to feel her up, pressing against his hand as he fondled the tender flesh of her mound.
She unzipped his pants and hauled his cock out, and a soft cry of excitement and joy bubbled from her throat as she put her hands on his knees and leaned over and licked the head, then kissed him on the mouth, sucking and nibbling avidly at his tongue, her lively lips damp and feverish and pliant against his.
He couldn't move his hands over her rapidly enough to satisfy himself. He wanted to touch her all over at once, to have his roving hands every place at the same time.
She broke the kiss, kissed the head of his cock, then looked deep into his eyes, her hazel eyes alive with lust. "Do you like it so far?"
"I love it," he whispered hoarsely, teasing her clit with the tip of his finger. "What lecherous old man wouldn't?"
She kissed him again. "You're not an old man, baby," she breathed against his lips, "but I'm glad you're a lecher. Fucking someone who appreciates me is a lot more fun." She looked down at his cock and chuckled, deep in her throat, a sound so sexy it sent shivers down his spine. "And, unless I'm badly mistaken, you appreciate me very much."
"I want to show you just how much I appreciate you."
"Then take off your clothes, darling, and you can do anything you want with me. I want you to do everything with me, fuck my cunt, my ass, my tits, my mouth, cum all over my face and tits! If it's spelled s-e-x, I love it!"
Her words excited him beyond belief, and his fingers were clumsy as they fought with the buttons of his shirt. She pushed his hands away and undressed him quickly, skillfully, throwing his clothes in a pile by the chair.
"You've got very quick, nimble fingers," he said.
"I pound on a keyboard all day," she chuckled.
She stared at his hefty cock rearing out of his lap like a rampant charger as she pushed his knees apart and knelt between his legs, caressing the head of his cock with the palm of one hand as her other hand gripped his thick shaft and stroked it slowly.
"Gorgeous cock," she whispered, her voice hoarse with longing. She curled her tongue around his cockhead and took it between her lips and sucked a moment, then lifted her head and stroked the shaft as she rubbed his knob over her lips and both cheeks. "Libby is lucky to have such a magnificent cock to ride."
He slid out of the chair and pushed her onto her back, flopped on his belly between her gorgeous gams and buried his face in her succulent gash. The heady taste of her delectable young honey pot set his soul on fire as he lapped at her with long strokes of his tongue and gently pressed his finger into the tender recesses of her sopping hole.
A wail of exhilaration burst from her lips. She turned onto her side and wriggled around in reverse and put her left leg over his shoulder and curled her cunt up to his mouth as she clutched the fat stem of his cock and licked the head impetuously. She sighed and gurgled happily as she lapped at the head of his cock, licking around it, pulling at it with her lips, then took the swollen bulb into her mouth and sucked lovingly as she slowly swallowed his shaft.
He cupped her buttocks and held her humid gash tight to his mouth. The tip of his tongue bored into her muggy hole, and her hips undulated as he fucked her with his tongue, stabbing it into her slippery depths rapidly, savoring her sweet cunt nectar.
She swallowed his whole prick with ease, and fiery sensations washed over him as her greedy mouth engulfed his dick. The awareness of her voluptuous young body writhing and trembling against him magnified the sensations from his cock, and the taste, the feel of her hot, pliable pussy around his tongue made his sensations soar higher. Pulling his tongue out of her luscious hole, he lashed her tender clit, then suddenly reached the point of no return. He had to get away from the vacuum in her mouth or surrender his load much sooner than he wanted to. Reluctantly, he pushed her away.
"Oh, darling," she whimpered, "aren't you going to let me suck you off? I want you to cum in my mouth. When I feel about a guy the way I feel about you, I want to eat his cum."
He rolled her onto her back and got on his knees between her legs. "God, I can't wait, baby," he growled, "I've got to fuck you! Got to feel my cock in your tender young cunt."
"Okay, darling, okay," she whispered as she spread her thighs wide. "I'll eat your cum after a while. We have all night, and I know lots of ways to keep your beautiful cock hard." She rubbed both hands over her pussy and sighed. "There's my hot cunt, darling. Get it, get all of it you want. Stick your big cock in me, darling, and fuck me until my teeth rattle!"
She held the lips of her cunt open, and he guided the head of his cock to its target. The tip of his prick eased into her hole, and she threw her legs over his shoulders and wiggled rapturously. He groaned and shuddered as ecstatic sensations raced through his body as he cautiously entered her. She tossed her ass up and down and moaned deep in her chest and gyrated her hips impatiently and thrust her cunt at him.
He bucked his hips cautiously, inching his cock deeper and deeper into her. Completely aroused, she suddenly relaxed and became utterly receptive. As they wiggled in unison, her tight, slick tunnel opened and his cock slid in smoothly, probing deeper into her with each thrust, then he abruptly impaled her. From what she said, he got the impression that she fucked a lot, but amazingly, her cunt felt so small and tight.
Fucking such an innocent-looking, sexually adept young woman thrilled him to the core. Her overdeveloped, youthful body was a vision of erotic delight, her large tits jiggling gently as she wiggled, tremors of marvel flickering over her beautiful face.
She looked at him with adoring, half-closed eyes, a smile of ecstasy caressing her lush lips. "Fuck me with the full length of your gorgeous cock, darling. Go deep."
Her body bounced from the force of his thrusts as he hammered his cock in and out of her. Her tits danced an erotic tango on her chest and her lithe young body writhed and twisted and bucked as she matched his rhythm and fucked with him. He wrapped his arms around her legs and levered his hips back and forth rapidly, goring her with the full length of his cock on each thrust.
"Oh, darling, you're fucking my cunt so good," she muttered, her face twisting with emotion, her breath coming in gasps. "I'm getting there, darling. God, your cock feels wonderful, darling, so fucking good. Oh, darling, you're a magnificent fucker. Fuck me a little faster. Yes, darling, yes, that's the way. Now, darling, now!"
She undulated her hips faster, throwing her pussy at him, taking all the cock he could give her, then squealed with fulfillment and bucked wildly as her orgasm washed over her.
He fucked her furiously, and her entire body shook from the force of his frantic jabs. His own orgasm suddenly became an inexorable force, enveloping him in a cloud of bliss. He thrust his hands under her, dug his fingers into her firm buttocks and speared his prick into her with a flurry of motion, possessed by stormy, careening sensations as cum spurted from his cock.
CHAPTER NINE
Aaron put his arms around Libby and pulled her forward to mash her big tits into his bare chest. Her stiff nipples made little indentations in his skin, and a strong surge of desire to fuck her swelled within him. "How long are you going to make me wait?"
"Oh, until I finish what I want to do," she said cheerfully. She slid her free arm around his neck and lifted her lips for him to kiss.
He covered her lips with his, and his desire swelled even higher as he slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweet saliva, exploring the inside of her mouth. She held her awkward position astraddle his legs, his cockhead still on her clit, her mouth open for his tongue, sucking and nibbling on it as it slid around in her mouth.
She pulled her mouth away and kissed him lightly on the chest with moist, trembling lips. "I'm going to make you feel good now," she said, her voice husky with lust. "Going to do what I've been wanting to do since we met yesterday morning."
He relaxed and buried his lips in her soft, fragrant hair and cupped her heavy tits in his hands. "I'm all yours," he whispered hoarsely, "do whatever you want."
Her hot lips moved down his chest, and his cock swelled and twitched and throbbed as the awareness of her heated kisses and her soft hand gripping his shaft rushed over him. The tip of her tongue touched one of his nipples lightly, her tender lips covered the hard little stud, and she chuckled in her throat as she sucked it.
His muscles quivered convulsively as she squeezed his prick hard. Her hot lips and tender tongue trailed down his body, leaving fiery sensations in their wake, and he groaned way down deep in his chest. She went lower, and he spread his legs, giving her room to kneel between them, and looked at her with amorous eyes as she gazed at his shiny, naked cockhead hungrily, pure avarice showing clearly on her beautiful face.
She assured him she was a damn good piece of ass, and he wondered if she was also a good cocksucker. He hadn't had a really good blow job in weeks. Most of the girls he fucked declined to even try to suck his cock because of its size.
She slid both hands between his legs and took a ball in each one, then looked up at him and smiled. She curled her long tongue around the head of his cock, and all he could manage was a deep gurgling grunt. Swallowing quickly and panting hoarsely, he lifted his hips and pressed his cock toward her mouth. Her tongue seemed a yard long as it slithered under the head of his cock and down the underside of his shaft. She lowered her head slowly, opened her mouth so wide that her jaws cracked, and his cockhead slid between her lush lips and into her humid mouth.
As if someone had poured gasoline on a blaze, sizzling sensations roared through him as his cockhead sank into her hot, watery mouth. She gripped his shaft tighter and curled her tongue around the head, and his breathing changed to ragged gasps. Breathing deeply through her nose, she let his cock slide into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat, and he nearly lost it.
"Incredible," he muttered. "I don't remember when a girl swallowed so much of my cock."
She chuckled happily, delighted by the feel of his big rod in her mouth and the knowledge that she was giving him something few could. Her mouth full of saliva, she pressed his cockhead between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and bobbed her head up and down slowly, gurgling softly around the gratifying prick.
"Jesus," he muttered.
She looked so fucking seductive kneeling between his legs, fucking herself in the mouth with his cock. She moved her tongue and sucked his cock avidly and gently kneaded his balls, and his hips moved gently in rhythm with the bobbing of her head.
His mind wallowing numbly in the dizzying sensations, he felt his orgasm gathering, ballooning in front of a seething pressure, demanding release. He tried to think of anything but her extraordinary mouth on his cock, driving him rapidly toward the ecstatic crest of a climax, to delay the inevitable conclusion a little longer.
She came close to shattering his control when she tightened her lips, slid her hand up and down his rigid shaft swiftly, and bobbed her head faster. She had to know he was about to cum and was deliberate teasing him. But then, a gifted cocksucker would know, and she was certainly masterful!
The pressure to cum became intense and every muscle in his body stiffened as he mentally gripped himself, trying to hold it back. The temptation to let go, let her adept mouth snatch him to the heights of sensation was ever so strong, but he held on so he could continue to watch the tantalizing beauty and savor the delightful feel of her skillful mouth gobble his cock.
She relieved the pressure by lifting her head and letting his cock slide from her mouth. He closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and breathed a long sigh of relief, then opened his eyes and watched her caress the head of his cock with her palm and tease the shaft with her lips and tongue.
She looked up at him and grinned. "Got pretty close, didn't you?"
"Yeah," he grunted, "won't be long."
"Might be longer than you think, baby," she chuckled mischievously. "You have to earn it."
"What, you aren't going to leave me like this, are you?"
"Isn't that what the girl usually says to the jack rabbit guy? No, I won't torment you. I want you to do something for me."
"What, do you want me to suck your pussy? Want to do a 69?"
"Of course I want you to suck my pussy, baby, but not right now. I want you to talk to me, tell me if you like the way I suck cock."
"I can already tell you that," he blurted. "Yes, God yes, you're a terrific cocksucker, better than anybody I know!"
"No, that isn't what I mean," she said softly. "You have to say it while I'm sucking you. Not just a word or two, really talk to me."
She breathed against his cock, fondled it with her lips and the tip of her tongue, let her tongue trail down his shaft and licked his balls with swift strokes of her tongue.
He knew she was delaying until he agreed to talk to her while she sucked him off. He wondered how long she would wait. He'd better not risk it. She could stop sucking his cock without distress. Suffering was his role. The tip of her tongue caressed his nut sac. Tendrils of fire shot through him and he trembled as his arousal careened.
"Yes, damn it, yes," he groaned. "Whatever you want, just please, please suck my cock!" He grabbed her head with both hands.
She pushed his hands away roughly. "Don't," she admonished. "I suck cock better when my head is free to move."
"Oh, fuck, baby, whatever! Please! I'm dying!"
"Oh, don't be silly. Of course you're not dying." She pushed his balls against his cock and squeezed both at the same time. "But your cock is really hard, isn't it? Does it hurt when it gets this hard?"
"Yes, it hurts all the way down to my toes!"
"Hmmm, well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" She dragged her tongue up his shaft and looked at him over the head of his prick as she lapped and kissed it. "You have to cum a lot for me," she said in a hoarse whisper. "I'll stop if you don't promise to empty your balls and give me a big mouthful of sweet cream to eat."
He nodded and croaked, "Yes, God, yes, I'll drown you with the fucking stuff! Just suck. I've got to have your mouth on my cock. You're the best cocksucker ever. Your tongue and lips are fantastic!"
She wrapped her hands around his cock, one at the base, the other above it, and took his cock back into her mouth.
"Oh, yeah, baby, that's the way, suck my cock good! God, you're a fabulous cocksucker, baby, the best ever, the best in the whole fucking world!"
The muscles in his thighs knotted and trembled and a groaning sigh burst from his lips, punctuating his words, as her sensational, humid mouth enveloped his tortured cock. She thrust her head down, stretching her lips around the base and took his cockhead into her throat.
"Whoooeee, damn," he yelped, "what a fantastic cocksucker!"
She propelled her head up and down with an emphatic force, stimulating him rapidly, driving him toward a climax.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "you're getting it good! Can you feel my cock swelling? Suck it, baby, suck my cum out. Use your tongue like that.. .oh, yeah, that's it, baby! Go, baby, go, suck the cum right out of the fucking thing!"
His hips lifted off the bed and his body stiffened. Her head bobbed faster, slurping, watery sounds poured from her mouth and saliva streamed down the shaft of his prick as she siphoned his cum out of his balls like soda through a straw.
He struggled for a moment to hold back, then realized that he couldn't resist her suctioning mouth and swirling tongue. A shuddering quiver raced through him, and his cock seemed to explode. "Take it, take it, take it," he chanted. "Suck it, suck it, suck it! Oh, God, baby, yes, suck my cock!" He roared, and cum spurted from his cock in sticky gobs.
She swallowed his first shot avidly and continued to thrust her head up and down, kneading his balls and jerking his dick rapidly. More jism gushed into her mouth, and she gulped it down with relish.
He writhed and bucked in the throes of ecstasy, panting breathlessly as she sucked him dry. His cock rapidly collapsed into a limp tube, and a few droplets of his cum seeped between her lips and trickled down the shaft of his cock to blend with her saliva. She rolled his dick around in her mouth with her tongue, then spit it out and licked it eagerly, lapping up the last of his delicious essence.
She held his flaccid shaft in her palm and kissed the head tenderly, then looked up at him and smiled. "Isn't it amazing how quickly a cock goes from being a nice hard rod of hot flesh to a limp tube of nothing?"
"I wouldn't call it nothing," he said indignantly.
She grabbed his ears, pulled his head down and kissed him passionately, thrust her tongue into his mouth and let him suck it for a few moments, then pulled away.
"Just a figure of speech, baby," she cooed. "You have a gorgeous cock. Did you like the way I sucked you?"
"Outstanding, baby," he said fervently. "If you fuck as well as you suck, you're one fantastic piece of ass."
"The best you'll ever have, baby," she laughed. "I told you, my husband taught me well. Just don't try to hold me down, and I'll give you a ride you won't ever forget."
"Give me a few minutes to recover, and we'll find out how good you are."
"No need to waste time," she said, running the tip of her finger over his lips. "You haven't used your tongue yet, so it can't be tired."
"Want me to lick your pussy, huh?"
"Damn straight, baby, that's what a tongue is for!"
CHAPTER TEN
"I can feel your cum squirting in my cunt, darling," Cynthia wailed. "God, your cock feels so fucking big! Fuck me, darling, fuck me good, I'm going to cum again!"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and swung her hips from side to side and up and down rapidly. She had another wailing orgasm and sucked the last drop of cum from him before his cock changed from a bar of steel to a piece of limp rubber.
She kept her legs locked around his waist as they rolled onto their side. His cock still slipped out of her cunt, but she liked the way it felt nestled against her cunt lips.
He sighed with deep contentment. She was warm and fragrant, and the enticing aroma of her healthy young body filled his nostrils as he toyed with one of her fat nipples with the tip of his tongue.
She wiggled her hips to rub his cock against her pussy and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you for a wonderful fuck, darling."
"You're welcome, dear," he replied. "But I should be thanking you, you're a terrific piece of ass."
"Just as Libby predicted," she chuckled. "You must keep her very happy with your gifted tongue and marvelous cock."
"You keep mentioning her. Why?"
"Because I'm a girl, darling," she replied, the tone of her voice implying he ought to know, "and I like for my sisters to be happy. Good fucking isn't the only thing that makes a girl happy, but it's a damn good start. A bad fuck can ruin a girl's whole week." She shivered and giggled. "God, I can't imagine putting up with night after night after night of bad fucking."
"I'm glad I don't disappoint you."
"Far from it," she exclaimed. She wiggled her hips again, the head of his big prick pushed between her pussy lips, and she continued to wiggle and felt his cock begin to grow. She squeezed his half-hard tool between her thighs and said sweetly, "How about an encore? I'm still turned on."
"Yeah, I can feel your motor running," he teased. "I can't think of anything I would rather do than fuck you again."
"And again and again," she giggled. "We'd better go in my bedroom. My roommates will be home soon."
"Okay, I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh, I don't care if they watch me fuck, but they would want some of your cock, and I'm not going to share with them tonight. I'm selfish, Gene. I share the average cocks with them, but I keep the best for myself. And believe me, darling, you're the absolute best!"
She released her leg-lock and let him roll away. He got to his feet and helped her up, and she held onto his hand and started toward her bedroom.
"What about our clothes?"
"Leave them," she replied. "That way, they'll know I have company and won't come barging in to tell me about the average fucking they got tonight."
She pushed him onto the bed, tumbled in after him, rolled him on his side and scooted up to him with her back against his stomach, then pulled his arms around her and put his hands on her tits.
"I like your tits," he said softly. "They're so firm and springy. Nice big fat nipples, too."
"I like your hands on them." She put one foot on the bed and opened her legs wide with her knee in the air. "If your lips were longer, you could suck them."
"If my lips were that long, they'd hang down to my knees," he laughed.
"like your gorgeous cock," she giggled. She reached between her legs and cupped his balls and pressed them against her ass. "Libby's tits look like they're a little bigger than mine. Are her nipples as fat as mine?"
He pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Yep, at least."
She laid her leg over his hip and scrunched her ass closer to his groin. "Fat nipples are more fun to suck."
"How do you know?"
"By sucking them, of course, darling," she giggled. "How else would I know?" She grasped his partially erect prick and dragged the head back and forth through the damp, warm crack of her cunt and rubbed it over her clit as she wiggled her hips and slid her hand up and down his shaft. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, "your cock is getting harder."
"You have magic in your hands."
"Mmmmmm, in my mouth and cunt, too." She groped with his cockhead, opened her pussy lips, then stuffed the big knob into her tight sheath, and a wide smile spread across her face and she sighed with satisfaction. "Now it will get hard a lot faster. I like to have your cock in my cunt, darling." She cupped his balls, pulled them up against his cock and wiggled her hips. "Yeah, I can feel it growing. Do you fuck Libby in the ass?"
"Yes, quite often," he said. "She-likes it that way.
"Good for her. A girl isn't a really good piece of ass unless she takes a cock in all of her holes."
"Then you can say that my wife is a really good piece of ass. She-likes me to fuck her tits, too."
"Yeah, that's fun. I'd like to watch you fuck her."
"Sounds like you're a voyeur."
"I am, and an exhibitionist, too. Your cock is nice and hard. Would you like to put it up my ass?"
"Can you take me there?"
"Of course, darling, but you must promise you won't pussyfoot around or go wobbly on me. I want you to fuck my ass the way you fucked my pussy. Okay?"
"Okay, but you promise to tell me if I hurt you."
"If you prepare me properly, you won't hurt me, darling. I might be tender on the outside, but I'm tough on the inside. You won't be the first one to fuck my ass, or the biggest." She reached over to the bed table and got an accordion-shaped bottle of lubricant equipped with a long nipple applicator, handed it to him and turned her ass up in the air. "Just stick the applicator in my ass and squirt me full, then put some on your cock."
He primed her ass-hole and coated his cock with the slippery goo, then got on his knees behind her. She reached back with both hands and spread her buttocks and he put the tip of his dick against her tightly puckered ass-hole and slowly pressed forward.
"Go slow at first, darling," she said. "But when I tell you to give it to me, really ram your cock into me. Okay?"
"Okay, baby, whatever you say."
His cockhead entered her back door and she murmured softly. "Aaahhh, it feels fine, darling. Give me a little more now, that's it, nice and slow, good, now a little more, darling. Give me more, damn it! You said you wouldn't hesitate. Aaahhh, yes, that's it, now, give me all of it, darling. Let me feel your cock hair on the bottom of my ass."
He crouched over her shapely ass and buried his cock in her gorgeous body. The feel of his cock sliding into her tight anus sent wild sensations tearing through him, and the notion of such a beautiful young woman giving him her tender ass to fuck boggled his mind.
She writhed and murmured, twisted her ass from side to side and rocked back and forth. "Ooohhh, yes, darling, ohhh, your cock feels good! Now fuck me, darling, fuck my ass hard!"
He gored her tender ass with fierce stabs, his emotions suddenly careened out of control and he had to grit his teeth and fight back the urge to dump his load then and there. "God, your ass is tight," he muttered.
"Is Libby's ass as tight?"
"Yeah, I believe it is," he grunted.
Cynthia put her head down on one arm, stuck her hand between her legs, and started diddling her clit. "Your cock really fills my tight little ass-hole, and you're fucking me just the way I like. I want your cum up my ass, darling." She caught her breath and shuddered. "Bang my ass hard, darling, I'm going to cum!"
He grabbed her hips and plunged his prick into her relentlessly, his belly slamming against her buttocks as he plowed her ass.
She screamed as her climax started and fingered her clit as fast as she could, striving for a double orgasm. She rocked back and forth a few moments, then thrust back at him as she triggered the second orgasm in her clit.
He slammed into her so hard, he nearly knocked her off her knees, his own orgasm started and cum gushed into her guts in thick gobs. He lunged into her again and again.
She rocked back and forth again, meeting him move for move, taking everything he could give her and reaching for more. He hit her with another powerful lunge and knocked her forward, rode her down to the bed and continued to pound his cock into her, driving his cum into the depths of her accommodating body.
"God, darling, that was a stupendous fuck," she whispered. "You gave it to me just the way I wanted it." She felt him move and said quickly, "Stay there, I like the feel of your cock in my ass."
"I'll mash you."
"I can take your weight a few minutes, darling. I'm not that little."
"No, you're not," he agreed. "You're a marvelous, mature woman. Guess I never realized that until now."
"You've only seen me at the office. Now that you've seen all of me, you won't think of me as just another piece of office equipment."
"No, I'll think of you as a fantastic piece of ass," he quipped. "But don't worry, I won't cross the line at the office. I never mix business with pleasure."
"Hmmm, maybe I'll ask Libby if you can take me to lunch once in a while." She wiggled under him. "Better let me up, darling, I feel your cum dribbling down my pussy, and I hate to sleep in the wet spot."
She took him into the bathroom and tenderly washed and dried his cock, then looked at herself and giggled. "God, you really filled my cunt and ass, darling. Look at me." His cum was spread all over her ass, cunt and thighs. "I hate to remove it, but I want to start fresh. A quick PTA, and I'll be ready to go again."
"What the hell is a PTA?"
"Pussy, tits, and ass, darling," she giggled.
She didn't ask him to leave, so he didn't, and she seemed totally unconcerned that he sat on the stool with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. Watching her perform such an intimate act made him feel especially close to her. She finished her ablution, wiped the water off the sink, hung up the washcloth and towel, then took his hand and led him back to the bedroom.
"My chair isn't as comfortable as the ones in the living room, but it's comfortable enough." She sat him down, knelt between his legs and stretched up to kiss him. "You fucked my pussy and my ass so well, darling, now I'm going to finish what we started in the living room." She kissed his chest, nipped his nipples, kissed his bellybutton, then licked his limp cock. "I love to suck cock. A big, stiff hunk of meat in my mouth gives me a feeling I can't describe. Sucking pussy is fun, too, but my favorite is cock. Not that I prefer cocksucking to fucking, you understand."
"Do you suck pussy very often?"
"Oh, sure," she said. "When my roommates and I don't have a date, or we wind up with a dud, we lick a little clit, just so we can sleep well."
"One of the best tranquilizers I know," he said. "I don't know how Libby feels about it, but I'd like a threesome with you and her. How do you feel about it?"
"Oh, I'd love it, darling. A threesome with a guy and another girl is my favorite. You've got enough stamina to fuck both of us, and I could lick her pussy and watch you fuck her and she could watch you fuck me."
"She might not be willing to lick your pussy."
"Oh, that's okay," she giggled, "you can do it for her."
"I'll let you know. Now, how about letting me eat your pussy while you suck my cock?"
"No, darling, I lose my concentration when you lick my clit, and I want to enjoy sucking your cock to the fullest. You can eat my pussy again later, while we wait for your cock to get hard again."
He groaned inwardly. He was in for a long, arduous night. He wondered if Libby had any idea what he was going through just so she could spend the night with Aaron. Ah, well, anything for marital harmony.
Cynthia lifted his limp cock and kissed the shaft from the base to the tip, then reversed course and licked the big organ all over. By the time she reached the knob again, the shaft was swelling and he was almost fully recovered. The tip of her pink tongue flicked out and swiped across the slit, and he groaned as her hot, moist lips engulfed his cockhead and she slowly swallowed him. Her teeth grazed his shaft as she went down until his cock hair was tickling her lips, and to no one's surprise, his prick expanded and pulsated.
She cupped his balls with cherishing hands, fondled them, rolled them gently, then held them in her palms and slid her middle finger into the crack of his ass and tickled his ass-hole as her head bobbed up and down slowly. When she reached the top, she let her tongue tickle quickly over the glans and trace the ridge at the base of the knob, then with an audible slurp, she swallowed the head and repeated the process.
The combination of her mouth and hands drove him rapidly toward orgasm. He caressed her head and her cheeks and hunched at her mouth, and she pressed the tip of her finger all the way into his ass-hole, rubbed his prostate gland, and he came instantly.
Bobbing her head rapidly up and down and gobbling noisily, she drained every drop of his sticky sperm and swallowed it avidly, then let his limp prick slip out of her mouth and sat back on her heels.
"Tasty," she said, smacking her lips. "You gave me a good mouthful. Now, you have a choice. We can drink some more coffee and brandy, or you can drink the juice from my pussy."
As he expected, it was a long night, but he was up to the task.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Aaron stood on the floor between Libby's legs and fondled her tits with both hands, mashing the big mounds together, kneading them, toying with her nipples. "Such beautiful, delicious tits," he murmured, his hands gliding over and around the ivory-smooth globes with a feathery touch.
"Lick them," she urged breathlessly.
"Your nipples are very sensitive, aren't they?"
"Oh, yes," she exclaimed softly, the excitement from his tantalizing caresses making her heart beat faster.
He fondled the grand, firm mounds as his tongue danced on the very tip of one fat, turgid nipple, as light as a butterfly landing on a delicate flower, then over the other.
"You teasing devil," she murmured. His touch sent sparks of carnal pleasure surging through her, and her nipples inflated until she thought they would burst. "Bite them, baby, gnaw on them until they hurt!" Her tits swelled at least another cup size. "God, my tits feel like two big balloons overfilled with water."
"They look like it, too," he teased.
He surrounded one areola with a full-mouthed, soft kiss and very, very lightly tickled the hard tip with his tongue. She squirmed with exhilaration and moaned deep in her chest as she put one hand behind his head and pressed his face into the resilient flesh of her tit. Her other hand slid down the front of his body and gently fondled his hefty cock with feather-light touches.
He sucked and licked both rock-hard nipples, going slowly from one to the other as his hand skimmed over her taut belly and came to rest on the puffy lips of her twat. He rolled her clitoris under the tip of one finger, and she writhed and humped and moaned.
"Eating you is a pleasure I wouldn't miss for the world," he said softly. "Now, it's your turn to talk to me. Tell me if you want me to lick you a particular way." He grinned. "I'm a damn good clit licker, but I don't object to guidance. If I don't get it right the first time, I'll keep trying until I do."
He leaned over and nuzzled his mouth into her lush slit and his tongue snaked out and burrowed into the sumptuous, appetizing flesh of her box, and the tip roved leisurely over her prominent clitoral hood, coaxing her superb love stud to come out and play. Her sumptuous nether lips gaped, inviting his tongue in as he probed the honey-slick well of her cunt and licked up her delicious nectar.
She whimpered with pleasure and threw her legs over his shoulders and hunched her cunt at his mouth. "Ooohhh, Aaron, your tongue feels so good, baby," she gasped, her breathing ragged. "I love the way you lick pussy."
He licked her succulent gash, then drew her oversize clit between his lips and sucked gently as his tongue rambled over and around the hypersensitive stub.
"Oh, Aaron, baby, I'm cumming," she gasped.
He stayed at her clit, driving her into the frenzy of orgasm, her hips bucking and twisting so violently, he had to grab her foxy rear end to keep her from getting away.
She sat up and caressed his head and cooed, "Oh, baby, that was terrific."
"Want to go another round?"
"Oh, baby, do I ever!" She flopped onto her back and spread her legs so wide they stuck straight out from her hips.
His eyes caressed her every curve, relishing every nook and cranny of her exciting body. "God, you look so fucking sexy," he said softly.
His tongue flickered over her sensitive love button like a moth fluttering around a hot flame, barely touching the delicate fold of pink flesh. Her hips came up off the bed and she pushed his head down. His tongue dipped avidly into her well of passion and her body jerked as though jolted by a powerful surge of electricity.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, "lick my clit! Make it feel good!"
Without touching any other part of her body, he put the tip of his tongue on her clit. She bucked and spasmed at once, even before he started vibrating his tongue. When he did begin to oscillate it, her movements became wilder and more tumultuous.
He brought her off twice, and when she reached the peak of her second climax, he split her pussy lips with his big knob and shoved about half of his thick shaft into her spastic channel, then fucked her powerfully, stretching her cunt wide open, loosening her more with each thrust.
She accepted his stalwart lance with a deep grunt of greeting and began to shake, rattle and roll, fucking back at him, cumming harder than ever. She had reached the heavenly plateau where anything, everything, would magnify her pleasure and her orgasms came one after the other, overlapping, an incessant string of contractions.
Abruptly, he yanked his cock out of her, backed away and flipped her over onto her stomach. Instinctively, she struggled to her hands and knees and stuck her ass in the air.
"I can take you in my ass," she muttered. "Gene fucks me there all the time."
"Later," he said, "after dinner."
He knelt behind her with his legs folded under him, his buttocks resting on his heels, his knees between her legs, took her by the hips and pulled her ass back and down, and she skewered herself on his prick as she sank down until her shapely ass nestled in his lap.
Happy to have the freedom of movement she desired, she rocked slowly back and forth and shook her ass from side to side, fucking herself on his prick. She didn't start cumming again. She had never stopped, and every stroke of his cock increased her orgasmic pleasure.
Her eyes focused on the big mirror in front of her, and she had an eerie feeling of watching another girl gaily fucking herself to a fare-thee-well on an unseen cock. The candlelight flickering in the mirrors made the images waver and ripple, lending an air of surrealism to the scene, and watching herself ride a cock overjoyed her, made her orgasm more intense.
He let her fuck herself for a few minutes, then rose to his knees, put his arms around her and fondled her tits and fingered her clit as he fucked her with short, rapid strokes.
Another intensely dramatic orgasm ripped through her body, touching every nerve, turning her mind to mush and her muscles to a mass of quivering gelatin as she soared to nirvana, one big jiggety, supersensitive cunt, exulting in the mind-bending carnal exhilaration engulfing her.
He grabbed her hips and short-stroked her furiously and shot a load into her that would have been too much if it had been in her mouth. He pushed her flat and lay on top of her and kissed the back of her neck.
"Fantastic," she muttered.
"We'll take a bath, have dinner, then I'll fuck your ass. Is lobster and champagne okay for dinner?"
"Until this moment, I didn't even realize that I hadn't eaten," she laughed. "Lobster and champagne sounds wonderful."
He went to the bathroom and started the water, then came back and got her. She held his hand and stepped into the huge tub.
"Ummm, the water feels good." She dipped up a handful of water and sniffed it. "Smells like girl stuff to me."
"Well, you know how it is. A man of the world has to be prepared for any eventuality."
She sat down and said, "Oooooo, it's a whirlpool!"
He stepped in and sat by her. "Sit in the middle and face the wall, put your knees against the side of the tub and open your legs."
She slid into the middle of the tub and positioned herself, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, you sneaky devil!"
"Those are extra powerful jets, installed at just the right height to hit your pussy and tits. like it?"
She smiled dreamily. "Ummm, feels wonderful. Do you expect me to sit here until I cum?"
"Do you want to sit there until you cum?"
"Yeah, I think I do. I have one of those pulsing shower heads on a hose at home. I get myself off with it once in a while, but this is so different. The rush of water over my nipples really adds something. How many girls have you brought up here and treated to this, then fucked them?"
"I fucked you first," he said.
"Yeah, but I'm different. You knew you were going to fuck me. Maybe other girls need a little friendly persuasion. Do you have other tricks to help them make up their minds? Besides your gorgeous cock, I mean."
"A gentleman doesn't fuck and tell," he said. "If you want to find out if I have other tricks, you'll just have to come back often enough to find out."
"I just might do that, and bring some others along with me and we'll have an orgy."
"Will Gene do that?"
"He will if I ask him," she said quietly. "This is our first time fucking others, but it isn't going to be the last." Her face softened and she smiled dreamily. "It's working. Oh, boy, is it ever working! I've never felt anything like it. My clit feels wonderful."
"Good, I like to watch you cum. You're beautiful all the time, but when you cum, your face takes on an angelic quality."
"God, you're full of it," she whispered. "And I love it."
He slid behind her, put his legs outside her hips and his arms around her waist, and cradled her body. She leaned back against him, put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, lying in his arms, perfectly serene, murmuring and moaning softly as the powerful jet of water hitting her clit brought her off.
A few minutes later, she said, "Ummm, what a super way to cum. Totally relaxed, without worrying about a partner's orgasm."
"Don't you jack off?"
"Of course, quite often, but this is different. Thank you for not intruding by playing with my tits or trying to help me along. You're very perceptive."
"I like girls," he said simply.
"Yes, that is very obvious. Your knowledge and understanding are also very unusual. You aren't going to tell me how many girls you've fucked, are you? It has to be a lot, you didn't become such a sensitive lover by reading a book."
He slid away from her, picked up a big sponge and a bar of scented soap and began bathing her. "Be careful how you throw the word sensitive around. Real men aren't sensitive."
"Maybe not, but real lovers are. You and Gene are a lot a-like."
He bathed her gently, carefully, and when he came to her crotch, he used the sponge, then his soapy hand. He toyed with the lips of her pussy and her clit, and his hand left her love nest just before she came.
"Later," he said in response to her questioning look. "I want you to build up to it and cum really, really well."
"If I came any better, I'd lose my mind."
"Be that as it may, this is my show now. Relax and soak while I bathe."
"Should I sit in front of those jets again?"
"Could I stop you?"
"No," she laughed. "Hurry up and bathe. It won't take me long to cum, and I'm famished."
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Libby came home, Gene was already in bed, sound asleep. She wondered if his evening with Cynthia had been a bomb, then saw how peaceful he was sleeping, and decided it hadn't been.
As she undressed, she kept her eyes on him, thinking how delightful it was being married to such a wonderful guy. He was everything a girl could want, both as a husband and a lover. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy being with Aaron, but there was a special feeling coming home to her husband that she had never felt before.
She crawled on the bed naked, thinking it was a shame he wasn't awake. He often asked her to crawl on the bed so he could watch her tits dangle and jiggle, and he was missing the sight. Oh, well, there would be plenty more times.
She flipped the covers back and unfastened his pajama pants and looked at his cock. It didn't look any different. After a moment's cogitation, she realized that she was being foolish. Why should it look any different? She was sure that her pussy didn't look any different.
She picked up his cock with the tips of her index finger and thumb and carefully kissed the head. She intended to give it one little kiss, then snuggle down and go to sleep, but it felt so damn good against her lips, she just had to give it a little lick. One little lick led to another, and pretty soon she felt it begin to stiffen, so she kept right on licking.
She wrapped her fist around his shaft and pulled it gently, and he stirred. She licked the head some more, and he lifted his head and looked at her.
"That feels good, sweetheart," he said softly.
"Yeah, it feels pretty good to me, too," she replied. "You don't mind, do you?"
"I'm not that stupid," he chuckled.
"Then just relax and let me do something special for you." He reached down to caress her head, and she pushed his hand away. "No, just lie there and don't move a muscle."
He put her pillow on top of his and lay back and laced his fingers across his chest. "I can at least watch, can't I?"
"If you didn't, I'd be disappointed," she chuckled. "Try not to tense up when you cum. I want you to experience a totally laid back orgasm."
"I'll try," he said softly.
She cupped his balls in her left hand and rolled and pulled them tenderly as she stroked his shaft gently and licked the head languidly. His cock reached full erection and she alternated licking the head and nibbling it with soft lips, and heard him sigh deep in his chest.
Getting him off took less time than she expected. When she felt his cock swell, she stopped licking the head and only nibbled it, stroking his shaft with the same easy rhythm. He sighed again, deeper than before, and she barely covered the tip of his cock with her lips, but kept them supple and moving as his cum shot into her mouth.
She quietly ate his cum and continued to stroke him lightly and tug on his nuts gently until he stopped cumming, then licked the head of his cock and laid it tenderly between his legs.
"That was different," he said softly, "very unusual."
She kissed him and said, "I love you, darling, with all my heart and soul," then snuggled down against him and was sound asleep in seconds.
They slept until nearly noon, took a bath together and went to a pancake house for brunch. He knew she wanted to talk about the previous night, but knew her well enough to let her find her own time and way of broaching the subject.
When they came back home, she fixed a pitcher of Bloody Marys and they sat in the living room, getting some vitamins along with the vodka as they read the paper, passing the sections back and forth until they both had read every page. He chuckled to himself. He had been reading the paper ever since he learned to read, and he'd never read every page, and he couldn't remember her doing so, either.
Late in the afternoon, she said, "Darling, let's take a bottle of wine with us and get some fried chicken and go up in the foothills where you proposed to me."
"Good idea," he said, "we haven't been up there in a long time. We'd better take the Bronco. I don't imagine they've paved the road."
"I hope not," she replied.
They drove on the Interstate about thirty minutes, turned onto a county road and drove another ten minutes or so, then he turned onto a mountain goat track and engaged the four-wheel drive and drove another quarter hour at slow speed. When he stopped on the bluff overlooking the city and the plains, her face lit up.
"It's just like I remember, darling. Some things never change."
They spread a blanket right where it was spread the night he proposed to her, and she set out paper plates and plastic wine glasses while he opened the wine.
"I didn't think of a corkscrew," Libby said. "I'm glad you did."
"Not to worry, sweetheart," Gene said lightly, "I've got a Swiss army knife in the Bronco that has enough gadgets in it to build a small house."
He sat down and poured the wine and she put the box of chicken between them and tore off the lid.
"Was I right," she said as she plucked a breast out of the box, "is Cynthia a dynamite piece of ass?"
"You hit it right on the button," he replied, fishing a thigh out of the box.
They noshed chicken and biscuits and sipped wine in silence a few minutes.
"She's pretty young," Libby said, biting off the last piece of meat and putting the bones in the small plastic garbage bag.
"Twenty," Gene replied, "but very mature." He refilled their wine glasses and fished another thigh out of the box and said, "I like thighs."
"There isn't a part of a chick you don't like," she chuckled. "Being so young, I suppose her pussy is pretty tight."
"No tighter than yours, sweetheart."
"Don't lie to me just to make me feel good." She took a wing out of the box and pulled it apart, then took a bite.
"I don't lie to you for any reason."
"I hope you demonstrated how well you eat pussy." She gnawed the last of the meat off the chicken wing and put the bones in the garbage bag.
"I did, several times." He bit into the thigh and chewed slowly.
"What does her pussy taste like?"
"like pussy," he said, a mischievous tone in his voice. "I can't tell you what pussy tastes like, any more than I can tell you what wine tastes like. You have to sample it for yourself to know."
"You know what I mean," she laughed. "Did she taste good?"
"The first time I tasted her, she had douched with a cherry flavor. She said she didn't know my favorite flavor, so she used cherry since all guys like cherries. I told her that fucking virgins could be hard work."
"How many virgins have you fucked?"
"Just you," he replied. "You were too eager to be hard work, but I've heard guys talk."
"How big is her clit?"
"About half the size of yours, but equally sensitive. She cums as quickly as you do. Are you through eating?"
"Yes, but I'm going to drink some more wine. Did she cum every time you ate her and fucked her?"
"Several times," he said. "like somebody else I know, she's multiorgasmic and cums real fast."
"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate her?"
"Well, now, that's a toughie. Let me put it this way, if the law allowed a man to have two wives, you and Cynthia would be my choices."
"Some men have two wives, no matter what the law says. I once knew a girl who lived with her sister and a man, and they considered themselves married to each other."
"Living with sisters would be interesting."
"I don't have a sister," Libby laughed. "So, would you say that you enjoyed your night with her."
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"Yes, I would say so."
"Do some guys go to a school where they learn to be good lovers?"
"Not that I know of. Why do you ask?"
"Because you and Aaron make love a lot a-like. I know what you mean about having more than one spouse at a time. If I could, I'd marry you and Aaron."
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I'd feel guilty if I did and you didn't."
"I had a marvelous time. He's got a great big bathtub with a whirlpool in it. I think the highlight of the whole night was when he sat me in front of one of the jets and held me tenderly while the water gushed against my clit and got me off. I was so relaxed and serene. I've never felt anything like it."
"Is that why you got me off the way you did when you came home?"
"Yes, I wanted you to know what it's like to cum that way. It wasn't something he taught me, by the way. I thought of it on my own."
"You've always had a good imagination. It wouldn't make any difference if he had taught you, I enjoyed it. If we have to be careful never to do anything with each other that we learned from others, it won't work."
"When I was driving to Aaron's I had second thoughts. I was afraid I would be jealous, or you would be jealous and things would never be the same between us again. Then I got there, and realized how much like you he is, and everything seemed okay. I talked to him about you, what a marvelous lover you are, what a marvelous man you are, how much I love you, things like that. It didn't make him uncomfortable."
"I talked to Cynthia about you, too," he said. "She was very appreciative of you, of your attitude."
"Will last night change how she acts around you at the office?"
"No, she understands that work is work and play is play. She said that she was going to ask you if I could take her to lunch once in a while."
"So you can eat a box lunch," Libby snickered. "We can probably work something out. I want to do it again, but not the way we did it last night. A part of me kept wishing you were there."
"Did you want a threesome with Aaron and me?"
"No, not necessarily, I just wanted you there. You could have been fucking another girl, or just watching me, or whatever, just as long as you were with me."
"Did you know before last night that you're a closet exhibitionist?"
"Yes, in the back of my mind, I think I did. I've read that it's a common trait in girls who really like sex. I don't want to keep it in the closet any longer. I know if you watch me with another guy, I'll enjoy it so much more."
"Well, I don't particularly want an open marriage either, but I think we would do okay with swapping, or a threesome of some sort now and then."
"Yes," she said softly, "I think that would work for us. When I was driving home from Aaron's this morning, I realized that I wanted to watch you fuck another girl. It came right out of the blue and surprised the hell out of me. I had no idea that I'm a voyeur as well as an exhibitionist. Do you think Cynthia-likes me? Would she do a threesome with us?"
"In a New York minute," he laughed. "She thinks you're wonderful."
"Okay, she-likes me, but how can you be sure that she'd do a threesome with us? I mean, I know several girls who like me, but they would freak out if I invited them to bed with us."
"I know because she said so, darling. She's bi, and a threesome with a guy and another girl is her favorite. She told me that because you let her have me for the night, she wanted to give you a special gift, one that only a girl can give to another girl."
"She wants to eat my pussy," Libby said, making a statement, not asking a question.
"That's the way I understood it," Gene replied.
"And you want me to give her the same gift in return," she said, again making a statement, not asking a question.
"Yes, I think that would be very special."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"It's dark," Libby said softly, "and there's the first star."
"That's Venus," Gene said.
"It's a star to me. Did you make a wish?"
"No, I don't remember the rhyme."
"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, or something like that," she said quietly, "and then you make your wish."
"Sounds about right to me. Did you make a wish?"
"Darling, I don't know what I would wish for that I don't already have. Tomorrow is Sunday. If you call Cynthia in the morning, we might be able to get together. We'd better start early, so you and she can get your sleep and not be hung over at work. I'll fix a buffet, and we can snack whenever we feel the need."
"Well," he laughed, "you put that together in a hurry."
"Darling, I'm a fast girl," she laughed.
She stood and walked to the edge of the bluff and stood like a goddess looking down from Mount Olympus. A gentle breeze wafted through the tranquil summer night and rustled her flowing skirt. She tilted her head back and gazed at the sky, at the stars sparkling like incandescent grains of sand, making the clear night sky pulse with cold, distant light.
"Look at the Milky Way," she said softly. "It looks like it ruptured, spilling stars everywhere."
"I learn something new about you every day." He got up and stood by her, his eyes fondling the sensual curves of her voluptuous body. "You've got the soul of a poetess."
"More-likely the soul of a courtesan," she said, with a soft, sexy laugh. "If I had lived a hundred years ago, I would have been the madam of a bawdy house, probably in New Orleans. It would have catered to every hedonistic desire, and men would have come from hundreds of miles to indulge themselves with my beautiful, sensual girls. Of course, I would have taken the most handsome, most courtly men for myself, and they would have paid whatever I asked just to suck my toes and lick my luscious pussy."
Gene caressed her shapely ass and chuckled. "What about the elegant ladies who might have wanted a little diversion, would you have catered to them?"
"Yes," she said quietly, "but only very select ones." She leaned against him and pulled his hand up and put his arm around her and held his hand in hers. "The city looks so sparkly from up here, thousands of twinkling lights spread across the prairie, so pastoral. When I was little, and we would come up in the mountains for a picnic, I thought this was what the Promised Land would look like."
"You're very pensive tonight," he said softly, not wishing to break the mood.
"I'm very happy tonight." She put his hand on her tit and squeezed it gently. "More romantic than pensive. Look how the starlight dances across the reservoir, like streaks of quicksilver, and the shadows look like puddles of darkness."
She unbuttoned her blouse, and the gold bracelets on her slender wrists clinked sharply, like the sound of coins dropping into a metal piggy bank. Gene lifted his hand, and she pulled her blouse open, and he put his hand back on her bare tit.
"I like to be fondled," she said softly.
"I like to fondle you," he replied. Part of her belly chain was sticking above her skirt, and a pendant hung between her tits, suspended on a heavy gold chain. "All that gold looks good on you. You should wear it more often, especially the bracelets. And the belly chain, of course."
"If you like them, I will. I haven't taken off my belly chain since you gave it to me. Aaron thought it looked real sexy." She unfastened her skirt and let it fall in a puddle around her ankles. "I didn't know that fucking Aaron, or any man beside you, would be so exhilarating, darling, and I was afraid you would say that I couldn't do it again."
"Your fears were unfounded."
"That doesn't mean that I love you any less," she said. "If anything, I love you more."
He turned her to face him and hefted her tits. "Someday, I'd like to weigh these things, just to see how heavy they really are."
"You figure out how, and we'll do it, darling," she whispered. "We'll do anything you want."
She stepped up closer to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. He put his right arm around her and cupped one buttock and pulled her up closer, and could feel the warmth of her thighs through his pants.
She leaned against him and shivered. "I'm hot and wet, darling."
He kissed the tip of her nose and chuckled. "Are you ever not hot and wet?"
"Not when I'm around you," she giggled. "I'm going to tell you a secret, something I've never told anybody. During the day, when I get myself off, I like to experiment with different ways of doing it. Sometimes, I use the pulsing shower head. Sometimes, I use just my little vibrator on my clit. Sometimes, I fuck myself with a big vibrator, one about the size of your cock. Sometimes, I fuck myself with the big one and use the little one on my clit. Sometimes, I use just my fingers. None of that is a secret, but this is. Sometimes, I put a little oil on my clit to make it real slick and rub it lightly with one finger and fantasize that another girl is licking me."
"Do you have that fantasy very often?"
"Until a couple months ago, only about once a month or so. Since then, at least twice a week."
"You know how to make my cock hard, don't you?"
"I sure hope so," she chuckled. "I like it hard." She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him, and said, "I love you so much, darling," then took his hand and walked toward the blanket. "I'm trembling all over, darling, and my insides are a tumultuous mess. Nothing unusual, though. I get that way every time I know you're going to fuck me." She let go of his hand and took one side of the blanket and pulled it a few feet closer to the edge of the bluff. "There, that's exactly where it was lying the night you proposed to me, then fucked me silly. You don't have to propose to me again, but I do want you to fuck me silly." She raised her outstretched arms and took a deep breath. "God, it's beautiful here."
"So are you," he said, devouring her lush body with his eyes.
She smiled hotly at him and the tip of her pink tongue caressed her full, sensuous lips. "Standing here naked, waiting for my lover to fuck me, makes me feel like a goddess."
"Venus," he said, "or Aphrodite. Both were a goddess of love."
"Maybe Gaea, the goddess of Earth," she laughed.
Overwhelmed with passion, she went into his strong arms and rubbed her body against his and felt his magnificent cock prodding her belly. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, hot, wet kisses all over his face and neck and mouth, then plunged her tongue deep into his mouth as her hands roamed over his shoulders and back and tight little ass. Just touching him thrilled her, and she could hardly wait to feel his strong, demanding cock plundering her pussy.
He cupped her ass and massaged her firm cheeks and held her close, feeling her body tremble, feeling her soft tits against his chest, and sucked her tongue tenderly.
She leaned her head back and gazed into his eyes with lust and adoration. "You handsome, magnificent bastard," she said softly. "When I went to Aaron's I was nervous, but what I feel now, what I always feel with you, is totally different. I'm shaking all over, fiery passion is eating at my insides, and I can actually feel the walls of my cunt quivering."
"This is the first time you've talked to me that way."
"This is the first time I've come to you after fucking another man," she said quietly.
"If this is what it does to you, we just might have to arrange for another man to fuck you a couple times a week."
"Oh, darling," she said hotly, "I'm willing. God, you don't know how willing I am!" Her lust was running rampant, her tits were heaving, and her face was flushed with desire. "Just promise me that nothing will change between us."
"Only for the better, darling," he said quietly, firmly. "I love you this way."
She cupped her tits and scratched the nipples lightly with her sharp nails, and the buds swelled more, grew longer and thicker. "I feel like a bundle of dynamite, ready to explode any second."
"Well, you are a dynamite piece of ass," he teased. He fondled her tits again. "like the first melons of the season, succulent and firm."
"Now, who's got the soul of a poet? They're more like watermelons than cantaloupes."
"I like watermelon."
"No, you like tits," she chuckled. "Are we going to stand here talking, or are you going to fuck me?"
"I thought you liked to be fondled."
"I do," she moaned, pressing her tits against his hands, "but the wait is driving me crazy. If you don't fuck me soon, my damn pussy will explode and set the place on fire!"
"Rocks don't burn," he teased, "and that's about all that's around here."
A storm had been brewing in her pussy all day, and now it was about to get out of control. "You bastard," she said softly, "you're doing this on purpose."
"Everything I do with you is on purpose, sweetheart." He picked her up and knelt on the blanket and laid her on her back.
She looked up at him as he undressed. He dropped his pants, and his raging hard-on jutted out like a steel girder. She quaked with longing, knowing he was going to fuck her with his bloated prick until her eyeballs rattled. She spread her legs and raised her arms to him. "Put out my fire, baby!"
"Which do you want first, licking or fucking?"
Her nerves screaming, her body shuddering with need, she stared at him with flashing blue eyes and hissed, "Both!"
"One at a time, my hot little bitch," he chuckled. His eyes never wavered from her lush figure-her bulging tits, her undulating hips, her squirming ass as he knelt and put her hand on his cock and tormented her a little more. "Do you like my cock?" .
"I love it," she whimpered. "I can't wait until you plug my hole with it!" She fondled her pussy, parted the swollen lips and exposed the red inner gash. "See how juicy my pussy is? You've got to fuck me, baby!"
He straddled her body and knelt over her tits, and her stiff nipples rubbed the cheeks of his ass. "Give it a little suck."
"You're torturing me, you bastard." She hefted his weighty balls in her left hand and stroked his bloated lance with her right hand. "Oh, God, what a magnificent hunk of hard cock!"
"Yeah, that's the way," he murmured, jabbing his prick through her hot fist. His balls, heavy with cum, rolled around in her palm, and his muscles grew taut.
His swollen cockhead enthralled her. She licked her parched lips and felt his blood-gorged love muscle throb as she jerked it frantically. "It's so big and so beautiful," she moaned. She squeezed his prick as hard as she could, and the slit in the tip seemed to wink at her.
"In your mouth," he grunted, "take it in your mouth, suck it!" Her hot hands were driving him berserk.
"Yesss," she crooned, agreeing wholeheartedly, "I'll suck the fucking thing until you scream."
Out of her skull with wanton desire, she tugged on his prick, pulling him forward until he was kneeling over her head. The tip of his cock touched her lips, and she opened her mouth and surrounded his knob with heated wetness. "Mmmmmm," she gurgled with heavenly pleasure.
Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her mouth sucked, her hand stroked his hard shaft, then she blended everything together-suck, stroke, lick, suck, stroke, lick.. .
"God damn," he groaned deliriously.
He fucked her greedy mouth carefully so he wouldn't choke her, staring at her, watching his prick slide between her clinging lips, listening to her slurping sucking sounds. His cock was coated, drenched, marinated in her hot spit.
He ran the fingers of his left hand through her soft blonde tresses and traced a path around her lips with the tip of the forefinger of his right hand, feeling his cock fuck her face. He felt the mounting pressure in his balls. His horny, wanton wife was sucking him blind, and he felt the pressure mounting in his balls. He tried to control himself, keep from blasting, tried to save it for her pussy, but it was a case of mission impossible. She was sucking avidly, bent on emptying his balls.
"I'm going to.. .oh, fuck," he blurted as his body tensed and his muscles rippled.
She knew what was happening, but she couldn't stop sucking his gorgeous cock, and threw herself headlong into the exquisite task of sucking him dry, relishing it, feeling his cock swell even larger in her mouth.
His fingers combed frantically through her hair, and with her head held firmly in his grasp, he let himself go, fucking her mouth in a blaze of passion, his balls swinging freely, whacking her drooling chin.
Lost in passion, she welcomed his sudden avid fucking and the inability to move her head. Being helpless added spice to the game. She was pinned beneath him with his cock fucking her mouth, and she loved it. She moved her hands from his cock to give him all the room he needed to fuck his entire lance down her gullet and took his hulking length without gagging, and he fucked harder, stretching her throat muscles. She raked his ass with her sharp nails, digging into his skin and he howled and soared into his orgasm, his prick erupting like a machine gun, spraying her mouth and throat with a steady barrage of hot cock cream.
She clawed his ass like a wildcat, wallowing in the joy of having her face fucked furiously. She kept her eyes open, leering up at him, watching his face as he came. The glut of jism filled her mouth, made her cheeks balloon. She swallowed as rapidly as she could, but he was cumming like a fire hose, and cum squirted out between her lips and his cock with each forward thrust. She scraped her teeth along his spouting prick, and the last few drops of cum left in his balls were expelled at jet speed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Gene pulled back, slipping his limp prick out of his wife's clinging mouth and sat down on the blanket with a soft thump.
Libby gargled the mouthful of cum, and some of it bubbled out of her mouth and dribbled down her cheeks. She swallowed hard, licked her lips and sighed. "God, baby, that was fantastic! You've never fucked my mouth that way."
"You're a real powerhouse of sex," he said.
"Darling, I'm no different tonight than I was a week ago. You're the one who's different. You fucked my mouth so marvelously because we talked about a threesome with Cynthia, and it really turned you on." She licked her lips again and grinned. "I wouldn't want you to fuck my mouth so hard all the time, but once in a while would be great." She leaned over and licked his thighs. "Suck my pussy and take the edge off of my passion, then we'll have a nice slow, heavy fuck."
He glued his mouth to hers and sucked on her invading tongue hungrily. He took her with him as he rolled over, his naked body covering hers like the blanket they were lying on, and licked her face and neck and chest, his tongue leaving a wet trail on her sizzling flesh.
"Yes," she hissed, writhing on the blanket, "lick me all over! I'm so fucking hot!" She wasn't just hot, she was delirious. Her nails raked his shoulders, then up through his hair and into his scalp.
He kneaded her left tit and licked her right tit, then sucked her nipple into his mouth and chewed the stiff bud.
She grabbed his head and crushed his face into her tit and moaned, "Bite!" She humped up and down anxiously, her firm, jiggling ass banging on the ground.
He bit gently into her warm, pillowy flesh, nibbled her rubbery nipple, and sucked her creamy skin, working on it until it was red, then labored on the other tit until she was moaning in ecstasy. He stopped for a second, looking down at her floundering tits, wet with his spit, glistening in the soft moonlight.
"God, you're fantastic," he groaned, "a real hot bundle of passion." He felt a tightness in his groin, and knew it wouldn't be long before his cock was throbbing hard again.
"Don't talk," she hissed, "suck my body!
Lick my cunt! Get me offl" She pushed on his head, urging him to lick her some more. "Put out my fire so I can enjoy your cock! Take the edge off so we can fuck!"
He stared down into her face and saw her need. He caressed her squirming hips and plied the soft flesh of her belly. His fingers weaved through the curly blonde hair on her mound, skirting around her puffy pussy lips, never touching her cunt as she humped in whispering desperation.
"Ohhhh, God, baby, get me off! Please get me off! I've got to cum!" She pawed his arm, scratched his broad bare chest, and pulled at the mat of brown hair. "Finger me, lick me, I don't care, just get me off!"
He caressed the inside of her thighs, his hand glided up between her outstretched legs, and he stuck out his middle finger and ran it slowly through her puffy seam.
"Aaahhh," she gurgled, squirming on his teasing finger, trying to capture it with her pussy, "do it again!"
His finger scooted through her dripping slit and plunged into her scalding cunt, and he jabbed hard, twisting his finger around in the tight, pulsing channel.
"Oooooo, yeah," she groaned, twisting on his fucking finger, "do it hard!"
She splayed her legs wide, dug her heels into the ground and mauled her fleshy tits roughly as she jerked up and down, all motion-hips, tits, ass-moving in a hot, excited rhythm.
He jabbed another finger into the gaping hole and gouged the spongy pussy walls that clung tenaciously to the welcome invaders, squashed her hard clit with his thumb, and she wailed in delight.
"God," she cried, gurgling in the spit trapped in her throat, where his cum had been only minutes earlier, "Get me off!" She grabbed his arm and lifted her body up at an angle and humped her pussy on his fucking fingers, thrusting her ass up and rotating it rapidly, hot, moaning grunts pouring from her gaping mouth. "Yesssss," she wailed, racing up the steep slope to the peak, to the relief she had to have to keep her sanity, "ooohhh, yesssss!" She dropped back to the ground, writhing and contorting as she climbed steadily toward her orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her hips lashed upward, her cunt gobbled his twisting, fucking fingers. "Ooooo! Oooooo! Ooohhh, darling, it feels so fucking good!"
He finger-fucked her pussy furiously, jabbing his fingers into her bubbling hole, twisting and screwing them into the spongy walls of her cunt. He rubbed his thumb on her clit, mashing it, and she soared into bliss.
"Ooohhh, I'm cummming," she screamed with heavenly delight, "ooohhh, darling, I'm cumming! Watch me cum, baby, watch me cum!"
Her orgasm ripped through her body like a tornado, and she swirled into outer space, grinding her cunt on his fingers.
His lust aroused to a feverish pitch, his big cock throbbing and standing at attention, he watched his wanton wife's writhing body with lust-glazed eyes. Her cunt pulsated against his fingers with whopping pressure, reminding him how it was going to feel around his cock. Her ass hit the ground with a soft thump, the edge of her passion dulled for the moment, but the bulk of her desires still bubbled just below the surface. "Ooohhh, Gene," she sighed dreamily, "I really needed that." She lifted her head and looked at his crotch. "Ooohhh, goody, your cock is hard again!" She reached for him. "Fuck me, darling, nice and slow."
"Lie back and enjoy it, baby," he muttered, intense lust tightening his balls. "We'll take the ride to heaven together, slow and easy, just the way you want it."
"Mmmmmm," she purred. She wanted to take his cock at an easy pace, not with a rushed, insane passion, so she could savor his cock, revel in the fuck. "I'm ready, stud, wet and hot for your cock!"
"And I'm hot for your cunt!"
He climbed between her outstretched legs, his lumbering cock swaying like the trunk of a strong sapling. He inched up between to her crotch, the head of his prick touched the lips of her cunt, and she sighed. He angled his hips and eased the head of his cock between the puffy, parted lips of her drooling pussy and slowly fucked it into her tight channel.
Her sheath felt like an oven, and he groaned deep in his chest. "God, baby, you're tight tonight." He fucked more cock into her, the pulsating walls sent hot licking flames the entire length of his prick and ignited the smoldering coals in his balls.
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at her crotch. "Ooohhh, darling, your cock is so wonderful!" She threw her head back and squirmed her hips, totally thrilled, the strong muscles of her hot cunt tugged on the big head. "Did you feel that?"
"God, did I ever! You're a fantastic fuck, baby!"
"So are you, darling!"
He plunged his cock deep, and her cunt muscles drummed around his shaft and engulfed it in syrupy pussy juice. He eased the bloated head of his prick back, holding the bulb just inside the entrance of her frothy cunt, denying himself the full delights of her hot pussy, and the squishy sounds her pussy made in protest assailed his ears.
"Put it back," she whimpered, loving every agonizing second of his sexy tease, "put it back slowly!" She dragged her nails lightly down his powerful arms and rocked her hips, rolling her ass back and forth.
He loved her hot, sultry voice. It melted right through him. He fucked the half of his swollen prick back into her wiggling body. The pulsing of her pussy muscles was extraordinary, and the deeper he fucked, the more pressure she applied.
"I love to fuck you, darling! Your cock feels so, so wonderful!" The urgency in her body grew more intense as each additional inch of his prick penetrated her, the long, sensuous, slow fuck a dream come true. "Pull back, baby, I want to do something."
He pulled back, fighting the powerful suction in her cunt that tried to hold him prisoner. "like this?"
"Yeah, that's it." She planted her feet firmly on the blanket, bent her knees slightly and snapped her ass off the ground. Her cunt swallowed all of his prick, she wiggled her ass vigorously, then dropped back down. "How about that?"
"It was great." His prick thumped from the wonderful agitation. Her pussy was fabulous! "Do it again."
Thrilled by her husband's cock, she lifted her ass slowly, took the hefty bulk of his prick into her pussy, held it tightly in her sheath and rotated her hips in midair.
"Oooooo, baby," he gasped.
"Ooohhh, darling," she panted.
She pumped her clenching cunt up and down his meaty stem, long, slow strokes, massaging the full length with the strong muscles in her channel. His huge cock filled her cunt to the maximum, and her creamy juice oozed out around his shaft as she eased back until his prick was almost out of her, then lifted again, moaning ecstatically. Over and over, she performed the strenuous task, taking them both to the top of the peak the long way around.
Her ass hit the blanket with a soft thud, and she fidgeted and wiggled, staring at bright stars against the black background of the night sky. There was something so primeval about fucking outdoors. She loved it.
"You fuck me now," she gasped.
He pulled his cock out to the tip and stared into her passion-filled face as he pushed back in slowly. The slick walls of her cunt clutched at his prick, and her oils soaked his shaft. He stopped with his crotch tight against hers, reveling in the hot fuck juice soaking his cock, the soft, sensuous cunt muscles milking him.
"Ooohhhh, darling, I'm so full of your big hard cock!" She rocked her hips, thrilling to the way his dick stretched her cunt. "I can feel it throbbing in me!" She ground her mound into his hard groin, felt herself being swept up toward orgasm again, but held on, not wanting to lose it all without more sensuous play. "Take it out again!"
A lascivious grin passed over his face as he pulled his cock out of her cunt, fighting her inner muscles again. A searing flash brightened his blue eyes and he fucked deep, driving his cock to the hilt with a vicious lunge. Swiftly, he pulled his prick out and fucked back in again, heard her mournful wails and stopped with only the head of his prick inside of her body.
The fast volley of fucking stabs drove her wild, and she grunted maniacally with each jab. "My, God, baby," she gasped, "you'll drive me crazy doing that!"
"You like it, huh?" He sucked in his breath, preparing to send her on another whip-like ride into ecstasy. "Well, here comes the coup de grace! Relax and enjoy it, baby."
"Relax, hell!" she cried. She gulped. He was going to fuck her furiously again. Her pussy twitched in exultation, and she held onto his strong arms, waiting for the rocket ride into orbit. "Give it to me!"
He did: hard, fast, furious fucking strokes that swelled his prick and brought more juice gushing from her pulsing cunt walls. He watched her face, saw her eyes roll up and her pupils dilate, and fucked her faster, his heavy balls smacking into the cheeks of her ass.
Her face filled with ecstasy, every muscle in her body coiled, and her cunt exploded. She hit the peak and careened back down to a plateau, her mind whirling with lust. His lusty prick had taken away her ability to control herself, and she was loony with passion, insane with getting off on his big cock again and again. Her hips slammed up at him, and their flesh slapped sharply.
"Fuck me," she wailed, "end it! I can't take it!"
He forced her humping body back down, pinning her frantic ass to the blanket, and leered at her tits, watching them sway in rhythm with her gyrations. The ability to control his own passion was rapidly eroding, and his long, slow strokes became shorter, delivered with more power. He fucked her relentlessly, and she took his tortuous pounding and whacked back at him with her body, grinding her clit into his groin when they fused together.
A river of hot cum spurted from his cock, triggering another orgasm that washed over her body, and suddenly, she was unable to stop cumming. Her orgasms took her along the rapid current to the edge of insanity as he fucked her wildly, slamming, jabbing, screwing her ass into the ground. His arms finally gave way, and he fell, crushing her lush body beneath him, still ramming into her with what strength he had left.
She went over the edge again, tumbling, floating back from the summit, feeling weightless, holding him tightly, spinning in a technicolor void of total carnal satiation. She shuddered and went limp under him, trembling from the long series of mind-blowing climaxes. He had delivered just what she had needed tonight. Tomorrow was another day, if things worked out, Cynthia would join them for more wanton fun.
"I love you, darling," she whispered in her husband's ear.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The bell rang, and Gene looked around for Libby, then went to the door. He suspected his wife had deliberately dallied in the bedroom so he would have to greet Cynthia.
He didn't know what difference it made, considering that Libby and Cynthia knew each other, and especially considering why Cynthia was visiting them. He hoped his wife hadn't suddenly gotten cold feet.
"Come on in, Cynthia," he said, opening the door and stepping back. "I hope we didn't upset your plans by inviting you on such short notice."
"I didn't have any plans, darling," she said, "but I would have changed them in any case. Libby didn't run off and leave us to ourselves, did she?"
"She's in the bedroom, I think." He raised his voice and said, "Libby, Cynthia is here."
Libby strutted into the living room wearing a short red peignoir, a red garter belt, red hose, red high heel sandals and a big smile. She had arranged her long blonde hair so the part around her face brushed her cheeks with feathery curls, framing her finely sculptured features and lush red lips. "Hello, Cynthia," she said, her voice already throaty with a touch of lust, "thank you for coming on such short notice."
"I haven't yet, darling," Cynthia quipped, "but I sure hope to." She didn't try to hide her interest as her eyes drifted slowly over Libby's superb tits, slender waist, womanly hips and generously rounded ass. "You're gorgeous," she said softly, "but you make me feel way overdressed."
"Well," Libby said with a big grin, "that's easy to fix. Darling, why don't you take her blouse off?"
Cynthia turned to face Gene and held her arms straight out from her shoulders and laughed. "I like your wife, darling."
"She sure doesn't waste any time," Gene said as he unbuttoned Cynthia's blouse.
Libby sidled up next to Gene and put her right arm around him and leaned her head on his shoulder. Cynthia dropped her arms, and Gene took her blouse off and tossed it on a chair. Libby put her hands on Cynthia's hips and turned the young brunette toward her, then reached around her and opened the zipper and button on her short skirt and let it fall. Cynthia's black garter belt was mostly lace, and Libby ran her hands over it slowly.
Cynthia shivered slightly as Libby's soft hands made their way around her waist. When Gene called, he said the threesome was Libby's idea, and assured her that his wife wouldn't object to whatever happened, but guys often heard what was said and missed how it was said. By touching her intimately, Libby was sending a message, and she read it loud and clear.
"You look good in black," Libby said softly.
"It isn't fair that we're nearly naked and Gene is still dressed," Cynthia said quietly.
"Well, that's easily fixed, too," Libby said with a soft chuckle.
Gene thought they would have cocktails and talk a while before they got down to the nitty-gritty, but had enough sense not to question his wife's immediate plunge into the deep water.
Working efficiently as a team, the girls quickly stripped Gene, then Libby put one arm around her husband and one arm around Cynthia and pulled them into a tight little group. Cynthia put her left arm around Gene and her right arm around Libby, and Libby shivered visibly when Cynthia's tits rubbed against hers.
"Now," Libby giggled softly, "by the powers invested in me as a wife, I pronounce us a lascivious threesome. Darling, do you promise to love and cherish us and fuck us equally well?"
"You're damned right I do," Gene exclaimed softly, bubbling with exuberance.
"Then you may kiss your concubines, darling."
Gene gave each of them a light kiss on the lips.
"Oh, give her a real kiss, darling," Libby said softly, "like a lover, with tongue and everything, then kiss me the same way."
Gene put one arm around his wife and one around Cynthia, kissed the young brunette passionately, then turned to his wife and kissed her.
Libby looked at Cynthia, a deep pink sex flush infusing her face and chest, kissed her husband the way he kissed her, then looked at Cynthia again and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Oh, I like it," Libby said softly.
"So do I." Cynthia put her hand behind Libby's head and slid her spread fingers through her hair and ran the tip of her tongue lightly over the blonde's lips as she mashed their tits together.
"Oooooo," Libby cooed.
Libby parted her lips and let the brunette's tongue enter her mouth as their lips came together. She liked the softness of Cynthia's lips and the tenderness of her tongue, and returned the kiss with slowly building passion.
Cynthia kissed Gene the same way, then said softly, "Your wife's lips are so soft and tender, and her mouth is so sweet."
"So is her pussy," Gene teased.
"Let me kiss you again," Libby said. Very slowly, she slid her hand up behind Cynthia's head and gave a tongue kiss. When she broke the kiss, her sex flush was deeper and brighter. "Oh, I could get hooked on kissing girls," she said softly, chuckled, then kissed Gene. "I like kissing both of you. Now that we're all properly undressed and our motors are running, let's have a drink." She kissed Cynthia lightly on the lips again. "What would you like, darling? The champagne is cold, and we've got wine and an assortment of mixed drinks."
"Champagne will be fine," Cynthia replied.
"Darling," Libby said to Gene, "do you want Black Jack and water?"
"I'll have champagne," Gene said.
"Okay, if you'll pop the cork, I'll get the glasses. Cynthia, park your pretty little ass in a chair, and we'll be right with you." Libby served the champagne and sat on the couch and looked at Cynthia and Gene and smiled brightly as she raised her glass and said, "Here's to sex."
Gene raised his glass and said, "It makes the world go around."
Libby said, "If there's anything better in the world, I don't want to know about it."
Cynthia raised her glass and said, "The kinkier, the better. It's much better when everyone knows in advance what's going to happen."
"Gene said that you're a dynamite piece of ass," Libby said. "For you to know so much and be so young, you must fuck a lot."
"Every chance I get," Cynthia said, "but I'm not indiscriminate. I fuck because it's fun and I like it, not out of some misguided sense of obligation because a guy buys me dinner or tells me how much he needs me. If I don't feel something special for a guy, he could beg all night and I still wouldn't fuck him. I turn down more offers to ride a cock than I accept."
Cynthia got up and ambled across the room, pushed an ottoman in front of Libby and sat down.
"Gene-likes to watch my tits jiggle when I walk," Libby said. "Yours jiggle just as nicely."
"Do you suck Gene's cock while it's wet from your pussy?"
"Yeah," Libby said with a sly smile, "lately, I do."
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah, it turns me on. I know what you want to do, darling, and I want it as much as you do."
Cynthia pushed Libby's peignoir open and dribbled champagne between her tits, then leaned over and licked it up. "A libation to the gods," she said softly, "in celebration of my good fortune."
"Our good fortune," Libby said quietly. "You give me goose bumps, licking me that way."
Cynthia dribbled wine over Libby's left tit and licked it up, then dribbled wine over her right tit and licked it up.
"That makes my pussy wet," Libby said softly.
Cynthia set her glass on the coffee table and looked into Libby's eyes. "I've fantasized about being with you, just like this so I could make love to you. When Gene called and invited me, he said you were ready, but guys sometimes hear what they want a girl to say, not what she's really saying."
Libby's heartbeat speeded up and breathing deepened. "I'm ready," she whispered.
"Good," Cynthia said soothingly, "don't do anything, just feel and enjoy." She licked the tip of her left fuck finger and ran it lightly over Libby's lips, and they parted slightly. "Your lips are so soft," she said, "so moist and smooth." She insinuated her finger into Libby's mouth and brushed her nail over the blonde's tongue. "Does that tickle?"
"A little." Libby was awash in sensations. Nothing sexual had happened, but her body tingled and her pussy was swollen. She pursed her lips around Cynthia's finger and sucked lightly.
"Oh, yes," Cynthia whispered, "suck my finger like you suck a cock." She fucked Libby's mouth with her finger, a motion they both knew so well, the rhythm primitive and profoundly sexual. She leaned and pressed the tip of her tongue into Libby's ear, echoing the rhythm of her finger.
Libby had never imagined that such simple things could be so deeply sensual. She was sucking Cynthia's finger, Cynthia was fucking her ear with her tongue, and suddenly, she could hardly breathe.
Cynthia put her right fuck finger in her pussy, then nipped Libby's ear lobe tenderly and switched fingers in her mouth. Libby's eyes opened wide, and she chuckled deep in her chest as she sucked Cynthia's finger.
Cynthia took her finger out of Libby's mouth and touched the tip to Libby's left nipple. "Your nipples are so swollen. Do you want me to play with them?"
"Oh, God, yes, please," Libby whispered.
Cynthia stroked Libby's nipples tenderly. "Do you like my hands on your hard nipples and pretty tits?"
Libby moaned and nodded vigorously, watching Cynthia's hands intently, with rapturous eyes.
"I know how you feel, darling," Cynthia said quietly. "Your heart is pounding and you can't seem to get air into your lungs. Do you want me to lick your nipples?"
"I want you to do everything, darling," Libby whispered. "Stop asking, and just do whatever you want with me."
Cynthia leaned over and took one nipple in her teeth, and Libby knew she was going to stain the couch, the way her pussy was gushing.
"Such beautiful tits, baby," Cynthia whispered, cupping large tit, weighing the handful, "so heavy and ripe." She drew her fingers from the outside of the mound to the pink center, pulling at the nipple, repeating the motion over and over. "I'll bet Gene loves to play with them. I know I do."
Libby thought she would go mad. "God, that feels good," she whispered.
"Before I finish with you, darling," Cynthia said softly, "it's going to feel so fucking good, you'll go out of your mind. She leaned over and licked one erect nipple with the flat of her tongue, drew back and blew on the wet tip. Alternately, she wet the tight bud, then cooled it with her breath. "Doesn't that just drive you wild?"
"You're making me crazy," Libby murmured, squirming her ass. "My pussy is going to explode."
"No, it's not, and that's the wonderful part.
Your pussy will get hotter and hotter, but you won't cum until we're ready. And it'll be so intense, I'll be able to feel it, share it with you." She looked around at Gene. "Are you enjoying the show, darling?"
Gene's eyes filled with appreciation. "I think I've died and gone to fucking heaven," he said softly.
"Not yet, darling," Cynthia breathed seductively, "but your wife and I will do everything we can to help you climb the golden stairs. Come over here and sit by your wife so you can look right down between her legs and see everything I do to her. I don't want you to miss any of the details." She licked Libby's nipple again, then drew it into her mouth and sucked hard.
A tightness flowed from Libby's tit to her pussy, as if the sucking made a path through her body and she could feel the pull between her legs.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Gene sat by his wife, on her right, and started to put his arm around her shoulders.
"No," Cynthia said quickly, "don't touch her. I want her to feel only what I'm doing to her." Her touch light, she caressed the inside of both of Libby's thighs at the same time. "How wet is your pussy, darling?"
"Soggy," Libby murmured. "I'm so excited, I don't know what to do. I can almost cum, but not quite."
"I'll help you get there now, darling," Cynthia cooed. "Put your left leg over my shoulder so your husband can see, and show us your pretty pussy. That's right, now move your right leg a little, but don't touch him."
Mesmerized by the unique situation and the carnally wise young brunette's throaty, sexy voice, Libby propped her left leg on Cynthia's shoulder and moved her right leg as far to the side as she could without touching Gene.
Libby's sopping pussy twitched with excitement, and Cynthia wondered how long she could keep her on the edge of climax without letting her go over. There was so much pleasure, she could give. She bent her head to one side and brushed her hair along the inside of one thigh, tickling and stimulating her skin as she blew a stream of air at the other thigh.
Libby was going crazy. She was sure she would fly apart in a million pieces, and she didn't think she would even feel the explosion. "Oh, baby," she murmured, reaching for Cynthia's head to force it between her legs, "why are you torturing me this way?"
"Don't do that, baby," Cynthia said, pushing Libby's hands away gently. "Hold still and let me show you how good this can be. Be patient."
"You're as bad as Gene. He makes me crazy the same way."
"Is it so bad, darling?"
"No," Libby breathed, "it's so fucking wonderful. That's why I can hardly stand it."
"Just think how much more wonderful it's going to feel when you cum, darling." Cynthia slid her hands under the tormented blonde's ass and lowered her head and traced the outline of Libby's cunt lips with the tip of her tongue. "Mmmmmm, your pussy tastes so good," she said softly. "I knew it would. And I love your perfume. It's very sexy."
"It's Gene's favorite," Libby murmured.
"A girl who puts perfume around her pussy knows what's important in life." Cynthia used one finger of each hand to part Libby's outer lips. "Oh, my, your clit is so big, just gorgeous."
Libby shuddered like somebody had poured a bucket of ice water over her heated body. "It feels like it's going to explode."
Cynthia slowly explored the succulent folds of Libby's pussy with her tongue, then tickled her clit with the tip of her tongue. "You can cum soon," she said, flicking her tongue over the swollen bud, "and your climax is going to be so big, I'm going to share it with you." She looked at Gene and said, "Slide your hand down your cock and hold it at the base, darling."
Gene knew what she Wanted. He turned and put his left leg on the couch and held his hard cock firmly at the base, displaying it for her.
"Gorgeous," Cynthia said.
Libby looked at her husband's cock, smiled dreamily and whispered, "It is gorgeous, isn't it?"
"Play With your cock while you watch us, darling," Cynthia said, "just don't let it squirt yet."
Cynthia slid one finger into Libby's pussy, put her other hand between her own legs, and rubbed her clit lightly. A second finger joined the first in Libby's pussy and she flicked her tongue back and forth over Libby's clit and fingered herself.
Libby looked at Gene and smiled like an angel. "Oh, Gene, darling," she said softly, "she's finger-fucking me, and her tongue feels terrific on my clit. She's going to make me cum."
"I think that's the name of the game," he chuckled.
"You can touch her now, darling," Cynthia said softly.
Gene kissed his wife, and she trembled and moaned into his mouth when he gave her his tongue to suck as she came. He felt Cynthia's free hand fondle his balls, then move up to grip his cock and stroke it, and he hefted Libby's right tit and fondled it with loving hands.
Libby snatched her mouth away from Gene's and screamed, "Oh, fuck!"
"Let it come out, baby," Cynthia whispered. "Enjoy what I'm doing to your pussy and let it all come out." She blew her warm breath over Libby's inner lips. "Yes, baby, share your climax with us." Her tongue licked and her fingers drove in and out.
Pressure built in Libby's belly and waves of pleasure began to crest again. "Don't stop," she cried, "don't stop."
Cynthia licked around her fingers several times, then pulled them out and spread Libby's hot box open and licked all the succulent flesh her tongue could reach.
Libby jerked, wailed and came, the spasms going on and on, un-like any climax she had ever experienced-not the hard, fast kind she had when she got herself off, not the kind she had with her pussy filled with a hard cock, not even the kind she had when Gene licked her, but deep in the core of her being, and marvelously different. Impulsively, she grabbed Cynthia's head and pulled it up and kissed her full on the mouth, thrusting her tongue in and out like a cock.
Cynthia's soft lips undulated as she let Libby's tongue explore a few moments before she captured it and sucked it avidly, then broke the kiss and stood.
Not content with such a short kiss, Libby jumped up and hugged Cynthia with obvious emotion. "Thank you, darling," she said softly. "I've never cum that way. It was wonderful. You know so much, to be so young." She released Cynthia and caressed her tits, then boldly put her hand between the young brunette's legs. "Gene, come here, darling."
Gene got up and stood by the girls, and Libby put her left fuck finger in Cynthia's pussy and gripped his cock with right hand.
"Mmmmmm," she chuckled, "that's an interesting contrast."
"I can see your right hand on my cock," Gene said. "What are you doing with your left hand?"
"I've got my finger in Cynthia's pussy," Libby said.
"Let me try it," Cynthia said. She put her left fuck finger in Libby's pussy and her right hand on Gene's cock, along with Libby's. "Yeah," she said, "it is interesting. You have a good imagination."
Libby pulled her finger out of Cynthia's hole and caught her joy buzzer between her index and second finger.
Cynthia shivered and put her arms around Libby's neck and held on tight as Libby's fingers moved gently up and down. "Oh, God, that feels so good," she whispered. "My pussy is on fire!"
"It feels like a little oven," Libby chuckled. "I thought you might need a little relief after what you did for me."
She ran her fingers up and down the brunette's slit, spreading juice from one end to the other, and when she had the gash thoroughly wet, she attacked Cynthia's clit with furious finger action.
Cynthia responded to the lascivious fingering by twitching and shuddering, bending her knees and tilting her crotch up and hunching rapidly. "Oh, God," she moaned, "I love it!"
Libby fingered Cynthia's pulsating clit faster, and Cynthia humped and jerked harder. Libby licked her nipples, then kissed her on the mouth, and Cynthia moaned louder. Libby stuck two fingers up her cunt, and Cynthia clung to Gene's dick like it was a lifeline and really went wild as Libby finger-fucked her with two fingers and mauled her clit with two more.
Cynthia's pupils dilated and she started cumming, her moans of pleasure quickly becoming screams of ecstasy as Libby's busy fingers shoved her over the brink into a pink abyss of deep carnal pleasure, and she came so hard that her knees almost buckled.
Libby kissed Cynthia and tongue-fucked her mouth and frigged her clit and finger-fucked her until her orgasm tapered off, then played with her pussy, pulling at the lips and running the tips of her fingers up and down the hot slit.
"Ohhhhh, God, that was good," Cynthia said with a deep sigh. "You're so beautiful, and just as sexy as I hoped you would be."
"Your pussy is very tight," Libby said. "I see why Gene-likes to fuck you. You're so beautiful and vibrant and sexy."
"And lewd and lascivious and perpetually horny," Cynthia said playfully. She cupped the blonde's ass and pulled her closer. "You're a beautiful, sexy woman, too, darling."
Libby put her hands on Cynthia's buttocks and very slowly rubbed their crotches together. Cynthia leaned back, her face flushed a rosy pink with passion, and ran her hands over Libby's big tits, exploring every inch of the pliable flesh, watching with enchantment as the nipples swelled and grew longer.
"I love your big tits and fat nipples," she whispered. She caught one of the long nipples between her lips and sucked delicately.
"Darling," Libby said softly, "let's get Gene in here and have some fun with his tongue and cock."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"About time," Gene teased.
Libby giggled and stuck her tongue out at him, then looked at Cynthia's hand still wrapped around Gene's pulsing prong. Her lust ran rampant and she felt totally perverted. The tip of her tongue coasted delicately over her full, sensuous lips as if she was savoring the taste of something indescribably delicious.
"His cock is so beautiful," Cynthia cooed, "and so fucking big!"
"like a ten inch spike, and your hand looks so good on it," Libby whispered. "Go ahead, jerk it. Get it real hard."
"It already feels like an iron bar wrapped in velvet," Cynthia snickered, working her hand back and forth, fisting the hefty hunk of fuck meat. "If it gets any harder, all the blood will drain out of his head and he'll pass out."
"I can't decide what I want to watch first," Libby said softly, watching Cynthia's hand slide up and down her husband's cock, "him licking your pussy, or you sucking his cock."
"If we do a 69, you can see both at the same time," Cynthia said.
"Oh, yeah, I didn't think of that," Libby said. "Lie down, darling, and let her get over you."
Gene lay down on the floor, and Cynthia knelt above his head, reached down and slapped his cock gently.
"It looks like a leafless tree waving in the wind," she giggled.
Gene looked up at her tits dangling right above his eyes, and bit one of her nipples tenderly.
"Ouch," Cynthia giggled.
Cynthia shook her tits, and Gene nearly went cross-eyed trying to keep up with them. His tongue flashed out and she dragged her nipples over it, then pressed one bloated titty tip to his lips. He sucked, the bud stiffened rapidly, and he opened his mouth wide, covered nearly half of the conical mound, and sucked more ardently.
"Mmmmmm, that feels so good," Cynthia whispered. "My pussy is getting so wet."
She pulled her tit out of his mouth and put the other down for him to suck, let him nurse and gnaw a few moments, then straddled his head. The subtle, erotic aroma wafting from her delectable, kissable cunt assailed his nostrils and made his head swim.
Libby's passions were rising as high as the tops of the mountains visible through the window behind her. She got on her knees and watched her husband and the young brunette, fondling her tits and rubbing her pussy.
Cynthia dipped her head and watched as she slowly lowered her cunt and shuddered when her lips touched Gene's. Threesomes always excited her, and a threesome with a husband and wife was especially rousing.
Gene stuck out his tongue and stabbed Cynthia's tight little cuntal mouth and moaned softly as the mysterious, flavorful flesh between her thighs gushed and coated his tongue.
Cynthia hunched and squirmed her ass, smearing her cunt all over his mouth and lower face, directing where his tongue went by her movements. She bent her head, licked the end of his cock, then put her lips around the head. His body nearly rose off the floor as if by levitation and the air left his lungs in a whoosh, puffing into her pussy and fluttering her brown bush. He sucked in another breath through his mouth, getting a mouthful of pussy lips and hair, and she bucked and tried to smother him with cunt flesh.
Cynthia wrapped both hands around the base of his cock and held it upright, swallowed the thick stalk, then withdrew and licked the shaft, from tip to root.
Libby pulled the cheeks of Cynthia's ass apart and stared at her husband's face. "Let me see your tongue, darling," she whispered.
Cynthia helped by curving her back down, lifting her ass slightly, and Gene stuck his tongue way out and licked her slit.
"Oh, that's so fucking exciting," Libby exclaimed softly.
Libby turned and leaned way over and watched Cynthia's tongue flutter up and down Gene's prong. Cynthia winked at her, then swallowed the towering stalk of meat, right down to the root.
"Oh, darling," Libby breathed, "you look so fucking sexy with your mouth full of my husband's big cock." She kissed the tip of Cynthia's nose, licked Gene's balls, then licked Cynthia's stretched lips and the shaft of Gene's cock. "Don't suck him off, darling, I want to watch him fuck you."
Cynthia muttered and nodded her head.
Libby turned around the other way, pulled the cheeks of Cynthia's ass apart again and watched her husband gnaw and suck and lick and slurp the brunette's pussy. "Her cute little ass-hole looks so neat," she said. She leaned over and licked the crack of Cynthia's ass. "Hmmm, her ass-hole is sensitive." She licked it several times, coating it with saliva, then wet the tip of her fuck finger and eased it into the tight rosette.
Cynthia jerked and arched her back and gurgled around Gene's dick.
"Lick her clit, darling," Libby said, "let's make her cum."
Libby pumped her finger in and out of the brunette's ass-hole and Gene licked her clit lick-ety-split, and Cynthia rewarded their efforts by swallowing his cock and squirting his mouth full of tasty cunt juice.
"I'm helping you make her cum, darling," Libby whispered, "and it's so exciting!"
Cynthia shuddered and squirmed and twisted, burying Gene's face in her cunt. He lashed her clit until he had to breathe, then pushed her ass aside and gulped in fresh air.
Her pussy burning and tingling, Libby pulled Cynthia aside and squatted over Gene's face and hissed, "Lick me, darling! If I don't cum, I'll go crazy!"
Gene took another deep breath, held onto his wife's hips and licked her clit rapidly. Cynthia turned around and latched onto Libby's left nipple and sucked as hard as she could, and the horny blonde popped her cork.
Libby pushed Cynthia onto her back and fell on top of her and squirmed lasciviously and kissed her fervently.
Gene got up and patted his wife on the ass and said, "Don't forget about me."
Libby looked at his stiff cock and chuckled, and held out her hand to him. He helped her to her feet, then held out his hand to Cynthia. He took her in his arms and kissed her and gave her his tongue, warm juice gushed into her cunt and soaked the hair along her slit. His fingers dipped between her creamy thighs and her pussy gushed harder.
"Oooooo," she whimpered.
His fingers probed and searched in the wet, velvety folds of her snatch as he pushed her gently to the couch. The backs of her legs touched the couch and she fell flat on her back, and he knelt over her with his hand still between her legs, his fingers working deftly in her oozing cunt.
"Ohhhhh, Gene, darling," she whimpered.
"Watching you two makes me feel like a brazen hussy," Libby snickered. "You'd better stick your cock in her before it gets soft, darling."
Cynthia couldn't agree more! She was swimming in a sea of sexual arousal, her brain reeled with pure sensual delight and her cunt ached for his stiff cock. Her thighs popped apart, revealing the moist pink slit of her quivering cunt to his marauding fingers. Her hips churned rhythmically, soft mewls of bliss flowed unchecked from her gaping mouth, and pleasure surged through her and lifted her to a magical plane of ecstasy.
Libby sat by Cynthia, her bright blue eyes sparkling with excitement. She brushed the hair from Cynthia's damp forehead and kissed it as she dragged her polished nails lightly over Cynthia's hot skin and caressed her tits delicately.
"Such glorious tits," Libby said softly. She leaned over and placed her fully open mouth on Cynthia's beautiful tit, and the nipple swelled even more.
Cynthia looked at Gene and smiled dreamily as she watched his cock bounce up and down in time to his pounding pulse. "If you want me to blow you, darling, just stick that beautiful thing in my mouth and I'll suck you dry."
"Later, darling," Libby said, "I want to watch him fuck you now."
Cynthia lifted her legs and spread them wide. "Come on, darling," she said, her voice husky with lust, "blow a hole in the bottom of my cunt with your big cannon. Give it to me. If you don't fuck me right now, I'll die!"
"She's a hot little bitch, darling," Libby said with a big grin. "Better do as she says. Be a damn shame to let such a beautiful girl die because you didn't fuck her!"
"Aaahhh," Cynthia groaned as Gene's rod cleaved her cunt lips and forced its way into her clinging passage. "God, it feels bigger now than it did the other night."
"It probably is," Libby giggled. "Fucking two horny girls really fires him up." She giggled again. "Watching him stick his cock in you fires me up, too." She looked at Cynthia's tits, then Gene's cock. "Wonder if I can suck your tits and still watch him fuck you," she mused. She cupped Cynthia's left tit and leaned over and licked the nipple, then sucked it into her mouth. She tilted her head a little and cut her eyes down so she could watch her husband plow the young brunette's fertile furrow.
Gene eased forward without rushing, shoving the long, hard shaft of his cock into Cynthia's exquisite sheath until his knob bumped into the mouth of her womb and his heavy, sperm-laden balls rested against the cheeks of her ass.
"God, darling," Cynthia said softly, "I know your cock is bigger tonight. It feels like it's going to split my cunt wide open." Libby's mouth on her tits added a kinky spark to her excitement. "I like to fuck a guy while his wife watches."
Gene withdrew slowly, pulling the lips of her cunt out with his rock-hard shaft, then surged forward again and buried the full length of his cock to the hilt with one deep, hard stroke.
Cynthia gasped and licentious liquid soaked her snatch, easing his way into her tender passage. Her tight sheath rippled around his prong and her ass twitched and hunched. "Oh, God, baby, I love it when you rock the cradle," she moaned.
He grinned and pulled her legs over his shoulders, held onto her thighs and fucked her with deep-diving, powerful strokes. Libby worked on her tits, going from one to the other, cupping the heavy mounds with both hands and milking them with her lips, running her tongue over the bloated tips and nipping them between her teeth, producing sensations of stormy excitement in the young brunette beauty.
Gene fucked the dainty hole between Cynthia's splayed thighs relentlessly, repeatedly burying his passion-bloated shaft completely in her liquified, clinging channel. Every third or fourth stroke, he withdrew until only the knob was in her tight honey hole, then drove back in with enough force to rock her body.
"Oh, God, I love it," Cynthia squealed. She thought the sound was only in her mind. She heard someone yelling, but didn't think it was her. "I love your cock, baby! Fuck my brains out! Suck my tits! Fuck my cunt!"
A deep shuddering tremor shook her body and she rocked rolled and churned, barely aware that she was making it difficult for Libby to suck her tits. She looped her arm around Libby's neck and hung on as potent sparks of pleasure burst into raging flames between her legs. A hot flood of total arousal bathed her body and mind and her molten cunt bloomed open in breathless acceptance, and she hunched her crotch up and twisted her ass in tight circles, exuberantly receiving each deep thrust of Gene's plundering prick.
Gene leaned over at an angle to avoid Libby's head and kissed Cynthia lightly on the lips. She threw her other arm around his neck and clamped her mouth to his and her tongue darted hungrily between his lips.
Passion raged nearly out of control in Cynthia's body and she curled her legs around Gene's hips, locked her ankles behind his ass and clung to him with unrestrained craving. She couldn't get enough of his pleasing prick. Her senses, her very being, unified in her quest for ultimate satisfaction.
The carnal coupling with another woman's husband in her presence gave her more of a bawdy thrill than usual, and a turbulent rush of sensual excitement washed over her. They clung to each other in mutual desire, their flesh heated by passion, their bodies slapping wetly together in rising cadence as they bucked and rocked as one, united at the point where his lust-laden cock drove incessantly into the greedily clasping depths of her avid cunt.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Libby lifted her head and fondled Cynthia's tits as she watched her husband plunder the young brunette's cunt. "You sure know how to fuck, darling," she said quietly.
Coming from the wife of the man who was fucking her, the lewd praise gave Cynthia an added tingle of excitement. Her thoughts were a kaleidoscopic image of how she must look-naked, sweaty, flushed with lust, her head thrown back, her long brown hair framing her sensual face. Her thoughts and feelings converged at the pivotal point between her legs. She was an uninhibited, wanton girl who loved to fuck, and Gene's big cock was going to send her to the moon. Suddenly, a stupendous surge of feverish erotic exhilaration inundated her body, suppressing all lucid thought, and she rode the swell of a smashing, energizing sea.
"Ooohhh, I'm cumming," she screeched, her curvaceous body undulating from the intensity of her orgasm. "Oh, fuck, Gene, I'm cumming, darling!" She didn't recognize her own lust-distorted voice. The words seemed to hang in the still air above her a moment before crashing down to resound in her ears, reflecting the rise and fall of the powerful waves of pleasure thundering around inside her feverish brain.
Vaguely, through the erotic mist clogging her mind, she realized that Gene was close to cumming, pounding her pussy with breathtaking ferocity, hammering his loins into her bucking crotch.
"Keep fucking," Gene grunted, then roared with elation as his seething seed blasted into her cunt. He short-stroked her frantically, and more jism jetted into the recesses of her unquenchable, sucking sheath.
Cynthia's snatch clutched greedily at his rampaging prick and absorbed the flowing fluid until his balls were empty, then a serene tranquility filled her and she lay back, breathing deeply with unsurpassed fulfillment.
Gene's prick deflated and slipped out, leaving her cunt physically empty. Her coquettish, contented smile, the infatuated expression in her sparkling hazel eyes, spoke volumes, and her body glowed from the marvelous fucking.
Cynthia sat up and looked at Gene's cock, then gave him a grin and bawdy wink. "God, you nearly turned my little pussy inside out with that gorgeous thing, and it's still half-hard.
Libby, you must think you've died and gone to heaven every time he sticks it in you."
Libby sat up straight, her tits pushed out, her nipples hard and throbbing. "The first time I saw it, I nearly fainted," she laughed. "I was a virgin, and I was sure it would tear me apart if he tried to put that thing in me."
Gene reached up and fondled one of Libby's tit's and one of Cynthia's tits. "Don't let her kid you," he said, "she climbed on me and rode me like a pro."
Libby's eyes fixed on the gaping slit between Cynthia's legs. Creamy male essence seeped out, conspicuous, oozing confirmation of Gene's orgasm. Gluttonous yearning bubbled up in her, and the provocative aroma of the just-completed carnal coupling stirred her further. She inclined her head closer and closer to Cynthia's sticky snatch, and her lips brushed her smooth thighs and her taut belly.
"That feels good," Cynthia murmured.
Gene reached down and spread the glistening lips, offering the deep, coral gash to his wife. Libby accepted with delight, and her tongue snaked out and swirled into the spongy, sultry cleft.
Cynthia shivered with rapture. "Oh, that really feels good," she moaned.
Libby's tongue swirled in broad strokes, and each lap wiped up Gene's sticky cum along with
Cynthia's cunt juice, and the mingled elixir on her tongue sparked her lust.
Cynthia writhed and squirmed and whimpered with surging agitation under Libby's delicate, pleasing tongue. Gene caressed her tits, provoking louder moans of excitement.
The provocative sight of his wanton wife eating another girl's pussy made Gene's cock throb with renewed longing. He leaned over and kissed Cynthia on the lips and said, "Do you like the way my wife is licking your pussy? Does it feel good?"
"Oooooo, yes," Cynthia breathed excitedly, "I love it!"
"She's never eaten pussy before," Gene said.
"Oh, God, I can't tell! It feels wonderful!"
Gene got on his knees on the couch and stuck his cock in Cynthia's mouth, and she looked up at him, her eyes filled with lustful adoration. He caressed her lips stretched in a tight oval around his prick.
"Your mouth feels wonderful," he said, "as good as your pussy."
Libby lifted her head and said, "Don't let her suck you off, darling. She can eat your cum later. We have a long way to go."
"She's just going to lick it while you suck her off," he replied.
Libby's tongue ran feverishly up and down the wet, pink slit between Cynthia's thighs, laving the sumptuous cleft greedily, as if unable to lick the delectable flesh fast enough. She sucked and swallowed the flow from Cynthia's pussy noisily and wiggled the tip of her tongue on the brunette's bulging love stud, sending bolts of pleasure through her.
"That's the way, baby," Gene said, fucking Cynthia's mouth gently, "suck my cock good."
Libby cut her eyes and looked at her husband fucking Cynthia in the mouth with his great big cock, and the erotic sight inspired her to speed up her oral fondling of the brunette's succulent snatch.
Getting her pussy licked by a girl and her mouth fucked by the girl's husband fired Cynthia's passion. She rocked her hips and hunched her cunt at Libby's mouth and tried to suck Gene's cock out by the roots. Libby's furious licking was driving her into a frenzy, and she grabbed his hips and pushed and pulled to make him fuck her mouth faster as she bucked against his wife's face and wondered if she might go quite mad from the astonishing sensations assailing her mind and body.
Her body quaked, and she sucked wantonly on Gene's fleshy rod, thrust her cunt into Libby's face and climaxed like an exploding volcano, gurgling and groaning around her mouthful of prick. He yanked his cock out of her mouth before his balls gave up their heavy load, but she was so lost in the swirling eddies of ecstasy, she didn't even notice.
Libby gave Cynthia's slit one last loving lick and stood and looked at her husband and said, "You didn't think I would do it, did you?"
"I never doubted for a moment that you would," he replied.
Libby threw her leg over Gene's thighs, and Cynthia stood and reached under Libby's shapely ass with one hand and held his prick upright. Libby lowered herself slowly, taking the full length of her husband's long prick up her cunt in one fluid movement, and her breath escaped in an explosive hiss when the head hit bottom.
"Oooooo, pretty, pretty," Cynthia cooed. "You really like to ride a cock, don't you?"
"I love it," Libby mewled.
"You and me both, darling," Cynthia chuckled. "Ride him hard, darling, show me how well you cum on a cock."
Cynthia mashed her big tit mounds into Libby's back, reached around and cupped her tits and played with her big nipples as Libby took a ride to nirvana on Gene's cock.
Gene leaned forward and Cynthia put one of Libby's tits in his mouth, and he sucked eagerly. Cynthia played with Libby's other tit and slid her free hand down the brunette's back, extended her middle finger and dragged it up and down the crack of Libby's ass.
Libby squealed and jerked and bounced up and down on her husband's rampant rod, relishing the splendid sensations from the hard cock stuck up her cunt, from Cynthia's finger in her ass, her husband's mouth on one tit and Cynthia's hand playing with the other one. The glorious feelings flowing from nearly every part of her body came together deep in her cunt, and she came suddenly with a wild scream and a furious thrashing of her voluptuous body.
Libby came down and tumbled off Gene, her body still trembling from the aftermath of a tremendous orgasm.
Gene looked at his cock and said, "Are you going to leave me this way?"
"Funny," Cynthia laughed, "I often say the same thing to guys."
Libby sat down on her husband's right and put her hand on his cock. "No, I've got something else in mind."
Cynthia sat on the other side of Gene and leaned over and nipped one of his tiny nipples between her teeth as she put her hand on his cock along with Libby's.
Gene leaned back, grinning like the cat that ate the canary as four tender, gentle hands caressed his naked body and two sets of lush feminine lips took turns kissing him, then side by side, their cheeks touching, they licked his chest and nipples and bellybutton. Libby gave the head of his cock a light kiss, then licked the shaft and Cynthia leaned over and licked the bulbous knob.
"Show me how you jack him off," Cynthia said. "I like to watch a girl give a hand job."
"You just like sex," Libby chuckled. She wet the knob with saliva, wrapped one fist around the head and her other hand around the shaft about halfway down, and stroked the stem and twisted her hand around the head.
"Hmmm," Cynthia mused, "interesting. I'll have to remember that."
"Jesus," Gene hissed, "you've never done it that way before, baby."
"I just let my imagination go," Libby chuckled. "Thought you might like it."
"I love it," Gene groaned.
"Do you usually use your left hand or your right hand?" Cynthia asked.
"I'm ambidextrous," Libby giggled.
"Are you going to jack him off? If so, may I hold the head in my mouth when he cums?"
Libby looked at her husband. "How about it, dear?"
"Whatever you two want is fine with me," Gene replied. He shuddered and thrust his cock through Libby's fist. "If you're going to get my cum, Cynthia, you'd better get your mouth down there!"
"My pleasure," Cynthia murmured. She replaced Libby's hand on the head of his cock with her hot mouth, sealed her lips behind the prominent knob and licked it leisurely.
Libby stroked the stalk faster and added a twisting motion to her hand action and put her other hand behind Cynthia's head. "He's about ready, dear, I feel his cock swelling."
"Mmmmmm," Cynthia moaned. She took her tongue away and sucked eagerly.
Gene's legs trembled and his hips hunched. Libby caressed the back of Cynthia's head and leaned over so she could look at her husband's cock in the young brunette's busy mouth. Gene's body jerked repeatedly and his groans got louder.
"Here it comes," Libby whispered, stroking Gene's swollen shaft faster, "eat his sweet cum, darling."
"Mmmmmm," Cynthia murmured again.
Cynthia reached between Gene's legs, held his balls firmly and stuck her middle finger in the crack of his ass. He jerked like a live wire had been stuck up his ass and his cock erupted. She gurgled happily and swallowed rapidly and sucked harder.
Libby milked her husband's cock and squeezed the last few droops into the brunette's mouth, then Cynthia sat up, smiled happily, and smacked her lips.
"Give me a taste," Libby said.
Cynthia and Libby swapped tongues, sharing the residue of male essence, then they each gave Gene a saliva-laden kiss with lots of tongue action.
"Darling," Libby said, "making that pledge before we got married was the best thing we've ever done. Playing on the side is the most fun I've ever had. Next week, we'll take Cynthia with us and go to Aaron's and have a round robin of fucking."
"I'm not going to fuck Aaron," Gene laughed.
"That's okay," Libby chuckled, "Cynthia and I will! We'll fuck both of you until you can't walk, then play with each other."
"Gene's cock is still hard enough to go in a pussy," Cynthia said.
Libby looked and laughed. "Well, well, so it is. It's yours this time, darling. Climb on and have fun."
