Nearly every community across the country contains a cross section of Americana within its boundaries, thereby maintaining an image unique to this country today. Every town, of course, has its doctors and lawyers, its coaches and teachers, its clerks and carpenters, and each individual has been touched to some extent by the myriad of emotions common to all men, those of lust, greed and envy.
THE DOCTOR'S HOT WIFE is a novel of everyday, responsible people whose lives have frailties common to us all; persons who seek pleasure, profit and the good life; individuals not unlike those who may live in your town, right down the street or even next door. Respectable citizens, yes, but not without the foibles and weaknesses inherent to the common man.
THE DOCTOR'S HOT WIFE provides a unique insight into the emotions we all must deal with a story not without basis in fact.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Allison Philips drummed her fingers, staring across the table at her husband, Grant, who was in deep conversation on the phone. The one chance in over a month to have dinner at a nice restaurant with him and he was spending it talking to his broker about real estate!
"I'm sorry," Grant said, putting the receiver back in its cradle. "I had to tell him I was having dinner here. He's working on a very important deal for us."
"You mean for you, not us," Allison scowled under her breath. She never knew it was going to be like this, married to a doctor. Fuck! He was never home, and when he was home, all he talked about was investing, investing, and more investing. "Can't you forget about money long enough to enjoy my company?" she snapped.
"I'm enjoying your company," Grant argued, smiling at his wife. "It's just that I have only so much time to take care of our financial business when I'm away from the office and the hospital."
"What about the business of us? You never have time for me. You're always too busy or too tired." She lowered her voice and said, "I need love. I need your cock once in awhile."
Grant looked around, wondering if anyone had heard. "Christ, Allison, you sound like some horny bitch." His voice was a strained whisper.
"I am horny. I'm hot and horny all the time." She placed her hand on his. "I thought that doctors were only interested in saving their patients." She looked at him, loving him, yet not understanding his preoccupation with money. "It wasn't this way when you first started at Harlow Medical."
"That was then," he pointed out. "My practice has grown. There's no reason why I shouldn't be investing our extra money wisely."
"I was hoping you might have changed your mind about the offer," Allison said softly.
"You mean go to work in that small town up the coast and give up all the things we have here? You must be crazy! We'd never be able to afford to go to places like this," he sputtered, tapping his finger on the elegantly set dinner table.
"It's not important that we eat in places like this," she argued, growing more impatient with him. "I always thought that it was your dream to work in a small town and get to know people."
The phone rang again. Grant picked it up, covering the mouthpiece. "Please, honey," he said. "Wait until I'm off the phone."
Allison glared at him. All the frustrations of the past six months were coming to a head. She looked away from him, curtailing her anger as she glanced around the elegant restaurant. She caught a glimpse of a man at the adjoining bar eyeing her. She looked at her husband. "I'm going to get fucked," she mumbled under her breath, standing up.
"What?" Grant asked, giving her a second of his attention.
"I said, I'm going to the ladies' room. Order for me. I won't be long."
Absent-mindedly he nodded and returned to his conversation. As Allison walked away from the table, her eyes settled on the good-looking man at the bar.
She eased her way through the linen covered tables, swinging her ass promiscuously, until she reached the dimly-lit bar. Purposely, she sat on the stool next to the stranger, letting her hip brush against his leg.
"Excuse me," she purred, looking him right in the eye.
"No harm done," the man said, grinning shrewdly, liking the brashness of this beautiful woman. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"I'd like that," she said. "Order me a martini."
The man snapped his fingers, and the bartender ambled over. "Bring the lady a martini." He looked back at Allison. "Do you have a name?"
"Allison," she cooed, shivering with excitement. "You can call me Ali."
"Hi, Ali. I'm Steve." He leered at her, his eyes taking in the full richness of her tits as they swelled inside her half-opened blouse.
Allison sipped the drink, glancing over her shoulder at her husband who was still on the phone. The idea was becoming more exciting by the second. She pressed her leg against Steve's and took a long sip of her drink, finishing it. The booze went directly to her head, making her somewhat dizzy.
The bartender caught Steve's signal and set another martini in front of Allison.
Steve eased her off the chair and took her arm. "C'mon. A booth is more private. You wouldn't want that guy you keep looking at to see you having a drink with me, would you?"
"He's my husband, and it would serve him right!" She allowed him to guide her to a dark booth at the rear of the bar. She slid into the plush leather seat and Steve followed. He slipped his hand directly to her thigh.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" A sly smile played at the corners of her lips.
"I figured you didn't have much time," Steve said, kneading the flesh of her leg with his hand as they talked. He leaned over, as if whispering, and ran his tongue into her ear while his hand slipped under her skirt.
"Ooooo," she sighed breathlessly, feeling his hand caress the bare flesh of her thigh. "Somebody might see."
"Never," he said in her ear, his hand gliding higher, closer to her panties and dripping pussy.
Allison gulped, staring at the people at the bar and in the other booths across the darkened lounge. She never would have believed this. She was sitting with a stranger, his hand under her skirt, trying to get to her cunt.
"Aaaaah," she sighed, the excitement of his hand making her woozy. She saw a couple across the lounge and wondered if they were doing the same thing. "You'd better stop." She closed her thighs, keeping him from touching the damp patch of her panties.
"Why?" he asked, knowing she was aroused by his soothing hands. His fingers caressed the soft, warm flesh of her thigh, the tips of his fingers struggling to pry her legs apart. He leaned over, kissing her on the neck. "You're beautiful."
Her breathing was slightly labored. His persistent hand on her thigh and his gentle lips on her neck gave her goose bumps. She leaned back in the booth, content now to just relax and let him caress her and kiss her neck. "Don't be obvious," she warned as he dipped his hand between her parting legs.
"I just want to feel where all the heat is coming from," he teased, his hand exploring brazenly. He sat up, blocking her from view and kissed her on the mouth. His hand slid out from between her legs, down her blouse, and into her bra, squeezing the soft flesh of her large tit. He came away, his eyes full of devilment. "You got a great body."
She gasped, looking around. No one cared about what they were doing. Everyone else was involved in their own thing, much like her husband, Grant. The only one at this point in time who was interested in her was Steve, a brash, handsome man who was sitting next to her with only one thing on his mind-her body. Well, isn't that what you wanted? she asked herself, an amused smile on her lips.
"What are you thinking?" Steve asked, his hand going under her skirt.
"About you and what you're doing."
"You like it?"
"I love it," she sighed, moving back, more relaxed now, giving him full access to her body that was aching to be touched, screaming for affection. She snuggled down into the deep, soft cushions, her legs opening even more, affording his hand room to explore upward to her damp, overheated pussy. She looked out at the other people in the lounge as Steve's fingers toyed with the elastic at the leg of her panties. It was positively amazing that she was actually doing this. The fact that other people were so close made it that much more erotic.
Steve's fingers slipped under the panties, his fingertips groping through the moist hair of her cunt as he searched blindly along her puffy cunt lips, wanting to get inside the hot gash of her body.
"Ooooohh," she cooed, his fingers driving her wild as her hips began rocking, his fingers banging against her clit. She looked at him, her eyes fiery, green coals. She swallowed hard. "Kiss me!"
With his fingers in her pussy, he leaned against her body, enfolding her with his strong arms. He kissed her, his tongue moving like a serpent in her mouth. His cock throbbed as she sucked his tongue urgently. He realized that if he didn't get this horny woman outside soon, he would either fuck her on the table or come in his pants.
"Ahhhh," she gasped lightly as Steve broke the kiss. "I'm so hot, I think I'm going to explode." She looked at him, wanting to be as bold as he. Her hand dropped to his lap, then squeezed the bulging cock that was practically bursting out of his pants. "You're hard," she sighed hotly. The touch drove her mad with lust. "Uhhhh!"
"How would you like my prick up your pussy?" he whispered, his lips next to her ear. "We can go out in my car right now."
She looked at him, not believing what he was saying. "You mean, right out there in the parking lot?" Her hand was feeling his hard cock, and she unconsciously squeezed his throbbing prick rhythmically.
"Why not?" He grinned, his fingers probing her hot, wet cunt under the table. "You're all wet, and I know you're dying for a little fucking action."
Allison gasped. She had never been talked to like that before. "We can't do that!"
"Sure we can. You better make up your mind soon. Your husband's not going to be on that damn phone all night."
Allison looked at him, not knowing what to do. It was true that Grant was neglecting her and hadn't fucked her in weeks, but to go out in the parking lot with a stranger and fuck him in his car? She looked at Steve, making up her mind while his fingers delved in the moist gash of her cunt. "All right."
Steve smiled lewdly at her. "Let's go." He took his hand from her cunt and let her adjust her skirt. He stood up, offering his arm to her. She glanced over at the table. Grant was still there, the God damn phone cemented to his ear. She scowled and took a deep breath, tingling with excitement at the thought of what lay ahead. She had never cheated on Grant, not even before they were married. He had been everything to her, but now he seemed to have found a mistress, and Allison was determined not to sit around and grow old waiting for him to see the light. She was young and horny and intended to satisfy the fire in her that Grant didn't bother with anymore. Determinedly, she left the lounge with Steve.
"It's over there," Steve said, draping an arm around her and leading her across the parking lot. His hand kneaded the flesh of her ass as they walked to his car, and she squirmed, wishing he would stop.
"Somebody will see!" she said, suddenly feeling nervous.
They stopped at his car, and he pinned her against the door, his hard, lean body coming against her, crushing her. "Let's taste that gorgeous mouth again," he said, covering hers with his lips, snaking his tongue into her warm, surprised mouth. His hands roamed up and down her sides, feeling the sleekness of her figure, the richness of her flared hips and the softness of her tits.
Gasping, Allison stared disbelievingly at Steve as he explored her figure openly with his hands. He unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her milky flesh to his hungry stare as it spilled out of her lace bra. "Not here," she moaned. "In the car." She reached behind her, fumbling with the door, wanting to be out of sight, a little frightened about getting in the car, yet figuring it was safer than fucking in the open like this. From the way he was fondling and squeezing her tits through the open blouse, he might try to fuck her on the hood of the car!
He had her blouse completely open, her tits completely bared, pulled out of the bra. The nipples were pink and swollen in the dim light cast by the street lamp. His hands kneaded her tits, his mouth salivating from the erotic sight of her tits. His hands moved under her skirt, lifting it up her long, tapered legs until it was around her slim waist. He pulled her into his arms again, kissing her roughly on the mouth.
"Please," she gasped. "Let me go!"
His dark eyes, onyx balls of lust, glared at her. "Take out my cock," he rasped hoarsely. "Take my prick out!"
She looked at him, shocked. "Christ! Let's get in the car." She was hot and wanted his cock but not outside, in the open.
He grabbed her wrist. "Take out my prick!"
"Not until we get in the car," she argued. He snarled, clenching her wrist in his huge hand.
Her tits jiggled as she tried to shake herself loose from his grasp, eerie shadows bouncing off her white flesh. Her heart thumped wildly from fear. Her passion that once bubbled on the surface was gone. In its place was fear, a fear of this man, this crazy man who wanted to fuck her out in the open and a fear of someone catching them. "Let me go!" she said, struggling, his grip growing increasingly tighter.
"Shut up, prick teaser," he sneered, forcing her hand to his crotch. "Take out my cock!"
"I'll scream," she threatened.
"What'll you tell your husband when he asks what you were doing out here with me, huh?" He was rubbing her hand along his raging boner.
Allison saw the savage lust in his eyes. She knew she was defeated. She fumbled with his zipper, finally yanking it down, her hands groping inside for his cock meat. She pulled his prick out. Seeing his cock in the eerie light was erotic. She yearned for his prick. The juices in her pussy seeped again. She stroked his cock, looking around nervously to see if anyone was nearby or approaching.
"Don't be such a shit," Steve said, seeing her begin to relax, running her hands over his cock. "It's great doing it out here." His rough hands fondled her hips, sliding her panties down, exposing her furry patch of pussy hair, glistening with droplets of cunt juice.
"Oooohh," she sighed, her knees weak. "Please! In the car," she pleaded. "We . . . can't . . . fuck . . . out here," she mumbled weakly, her head spinning from being denied a cock for so long.
Steve saw the desperation in her eyes and knew he had her nailed. He sat up on the hood of his car, the light from the street lamp hitting him from behind, making his cock appear grotesque in the night. "Suck my prick! Suck me off!"
Allison bit her lip, deciding. She didn't want this. What she wanted was a nice, safe fuck. Not to suck a man off on the hood of his car in the restaurant parking lot. "No!" she said strongly. "In the car." Her voice was quivering with emotion. She needed his cock. His prick was so close, and, yet, she couldn't bring herself to give him a blow job out in the open.
"Suck my cock first, then we'll fuck in the car," he promised.
Allison looked at his prick, thinking, making up her mind to do it. It was thick and long, the cockhead red, his shaft sticking straight up toward the dark sky. Her mouth watered. She definitely wanted this prick. Her hands worked rhythmically on his cock meat as she tried to make herself suck him. She looked around one last time. Seeing no one, she lowered her head, taking the tip of his cock between her trembling lips.
"Ooooohh, yesss," Steve groaned, the contact of her hot lips sending tremors up his spine. He humped up, driving his prick into her throat.
"Uhhh," she gagged, his cockhead pushing down her gullet. She lifted her mouth, stroking his shaft with one hand as her head bobbed. Spit drooled from her lips as she sucked his prick, her tongue flashing beneath his shaft on the hard underside. Her touch made him twitch and she shook, her legs weakening.
"Suck!" he whispered hoarsely in a grating tone. He balanced himself on the hood, his ass jerking up and down as she sucked noisily on his prick.
Allison obliged, licking his cock, hungry for the taste of a prick. She slurped on the stiff cock in her mouth, unconcerned about the wide-open parking lot, not caring if anyone came their way, totally engrossed in his hard cock. Her hands stroked the thick, meaty prick. Her mouth gobbled the bulbous cockhead, the thick knob brushing against the roof of her mouth as she swallowed his prick into her throat. She held his cock there, feeling the power of his long prick. Her head glided down, taking more of his cock shaft into her tightly-gripping gullet.
Steve lay back across the hood of the car, oblivious to any passersby. His only thought was Allison's hot, fervid mouth feasting on his cock meat. He lunged his prick into Allison's mouth. His ass banged on the hood, the hollow sounds echoing in the empty lot.
Allison sucked, the emotions of the evening coming to a fine edge as her senses became more acute, more in tune to the cock that fucked her face. The warm summer breeze and the night air made everything she did more exciting, more daring.
She lifted her head, leaving only the red cockhead in her mouth. Her lips clung to the throbbing knob her hands tightly grasping the shaft. Her mouth gradually slid off his erect cock, using her teeth as a painful reward. She nipped his shaft playfully, making him groan in pleasurable agony. She sucked on the underside, her teeth digging into his movable flesh. Working her way down his cock, she reached his pants, wet with her spit. She was angered by the obstacle of his clothing, impatient to devour his cock and balls whole.
She put his glistening, wet shaft back in her mouth, closing her lips around his cock, and bobbed her head, using her mouth as she .would her cunt. Her hands glided up and down easily on the wet, bulky cock shaft, her mouth keeping his prick constantly soaked. Instantly, she stopped, realizing what might happen. It was not what she wanted. Not now, after waiting so long.
His cock swelled, and she pulled her mouth off it, spittle dribbling down her chin. "No more!" she gasped, her breathing constricted. "I want to fuck inside the car!"
Steve, his mind filled with lust, jumped off the hood and grabbed her. "On the hood!" He pushed her back, her tits wriggling in the night air as she struggled to get away. "No," she demanded, refusing to lie still for this. "In the car!"
For a second, Steve paused, glaring at her. He made his decision. He ripped open the door, willing to do it anywhere so long as they did it! He sprawled out on the back seat, his erect cock throbbing for her hot pussy. "C'mon, bitch!" he growled.
Panting with delight, Allison climbed over him, frantically pulling and tugging at her panties and, finally, yanking them off. He helped her straddle his body with her bare cunt exposed to his stiff, wet prick.
"Ohhh, Christ, I'm hot!" she groaned, her body shaking from the idea of finally getting her nuts off with a cock, instead of that God damn vibrator at home! She gripped his prick, sliding it wetly through her scalding-hot pussy lips. Trembling, she leaned forward for support. The contact of his cock was too exquisite, too traumatic for her to handle.
Steve's mouth engulfed her tit, sucking and pulling on the jiggling, soft flesh as she tormented his prick with her hot pussy. He moved his hands down to her ass cheeks as they quivered and bounced. "Fuck my cock," he groaned loudly, wanting to feel the heat of her hot cunt, tired of just sampling the dim glow between her red, puffy cunt lips.
"Yessss," she hissed through her teeth, her sticky hand releasing his throbbing cock. She looked into his eyes and slammed her squishy pussy down on his prick, burying it to the hilt. Her cunt muscles pulsated violently on his cock shaft.
"Christ!" he groaned, the furnace of her pussy making his cock swell, stretching her grasping pussy walls. He pawed at her tits and ogled them in the light coming in through the back window.
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!" He arched his ass up, hurtling his prick deep into her cunt, making her whimper in joy. She rocked on his cock, her ample tits bouncing loosely outside her bra. Her tits ached. She tossed her head back, her long red hair swishing across her flushed and excited face.
"Ohhhh! Suck my tits! Suck my tits!" she screamed in the small confines of the car. She shoved her tit into his open mouth as she smashed her cunt down on his cock.
Steve bit into the soft, pliant flesh, making her howl in pain. Keeping her tit between his teeth, he grasped her hips, fucking his prick up into her pussy. He could feel the strength of his cock surge, and he knew he would soon be blasting his load into this horny woman.
Allison's flared hips churned, grinding her clit into his belt, scraping the tiny button raw as she raced to her orgasm. To keep from losing her balance, she held Steve around the neck, glaring lustfully down at him, watching him suck harshly on the tender flesh of her tit. The pain from his biting mouth was unbearable, but the pleasure she was receiving from his drilling cock made up for it. It had been so long, ages, and she needed it.
Working her ass in frantic circles, Allison brought them both to the peak of their climax. Using her hips, she bucked forward and backward in a steady rhythm, matching the strokes of Steve's upward lunges into her cunt. "I'm getting ready!" she whimpered, her head swimming in lust. "Ohhh Ohhh!"
"Aghhhggghh," Steve groaned, his cock swelling to the exploding point. His cock erupted, blasting her pussy in a hot lather of white jism. He held her gyrating hips, driving hard quick jolts into her pussy as he drenched her cunt with his cum.
"YESSS!" she shrieked, her own orgasm blasting her cunt apart. "I'M COMING!" She went crazy, thrashing like a bitch in heat as she remained impaled on his thrusting cock. Faster and faster, she worked her ass on his lap, her clit hitting his belt with each wild churn of her hips.
She fucked frantically on his cock, lost in her orgasm, her eyes glaring blankly out the rear window, seeing nothing, the window fogged with their hot, passionate breathing. His mouth was chewing painfully on her tit. She writhed, trying to free her imprisoned nipple. "Aghhhh, Steve!"
Allison ground her ass down, taking his squirting cock deep. Even with her mind whirling, she could feel the steady stream of his hot, thick cum. Her hips bucked, her ass bounced as wave after wave of exquisite orgasms washed over her seething flesh, crashing inside her tight cock filled pussy hole.
She rode him hard and fast, her head tossing from side to side. Her mouth opened, and a scream was caught somewhere in her throat. Her tit fell from his mouth, the flesh bouncing and jiggling. They both rode the violent storm to its conclusion.
Steve lurched, his exploding cock burning in the sweltering heat of her pussy. Her cunt drained his prick's strength along with its hot load of jism. "I'm done," he gasped, panting in the humid car.
Allison didn't hear. She was too far gone, too enthralled in the pleasure of her pussy as she continued to pound herself down on his expended cock. Her body convulsed, and she fell limply forward, choking from the strength of her orgasm.
Steve, his passion spent, eased Allison off his cock and locked it back in his pants. Cream was all around his zipper, and he grabbed her panties from the floor, wiped himself as best he could, then tossed them out the window.
"Hey," she shouted, pulling her skirt down. "Those're my panties!"
"Shit, they were soaked," Steve protested. "You don't want to put them on. You'll catch a cold."
Allison giggled. She fixed her bra back over her tits and buttoned her blouse. "It was a fantastic fuck," she moaned, opening the door.
Steve got out of the back and climbed behind the steering wheel. "I can't go back in there with my pants like this." He started the motor. "Maybe I'll see you here again."
She winked. "Maybe." She stood beside the car, watching him pull away. Then she turned and saw her panties lying on the ground. She giggled and walked casually back inside the restaurant.
She walked through the bar, feeling as if everyone was watching her, knowing that she had just been fucked. She could feel Steve's sticky cum between her thighs, oozing from her pussy lips as she walked. She headed straight for the ladies' room, coming out a few minutes later with her hair brushed, her skirt and blouse fixed.
She spotted her husband looking her way as she proudly made her way back through the maze of tables. She smiled innocently at him as she eased into her chair. "Did you order?"
"Yes, but what took you so long?" he asked, not understanding the strange look on her face.
"I saw a friend at the bar and had a drink."
The waiter brought their long-awaited dinner, setting her steak in front of her. "I'm starved," she said, digging into the succulent meat before the waiter finished serving.
Grant looked quizzically at her and shrugged. At least she's not arguing, he thought, digging into his own steak.
CHAPTER TWO
Allison entered the hospital, her silk dress licking at her long, slender legs as she strode angrily toward the elevator. She stepped out of the crowded elevator when it reached her floor and walked past the nurses' station, heading straight for the doctors' lounge.
"Hi, Ali," Dr. Freed said as she opened the door, her beautiful face peering inside.
Allison smiled and stepped inside. "Have you seen Grant? He was suppose to meet me downstairs for lunch," she paused, calming her temper. "An hour ago!"
"You sound like you're really pissed, Ali," Jim Freed said. "Have a cup of coffee and settle down those nerves."
Allison sat on the couch, crossing her bare, evenly-tanned legs. "I thought Robert Young said caffeine wasn't good for your nerves." She smiled sardonically.
Jim snickered and stared openly at Allison's beautiful legs. He could feel his cock twitch. If I had a wife like that to come home to, I wouldn't be here so God damn much, Jim thought. He grinned, devilish thoughts soaring through his head.
"What's that lewd grin for?" she asked.
"For you," he said boldly.
"Maybe if you went home to your wife, you wouldn't be so damn horny," she retorted, enjoying his stare.
"Myrna doesn't have the time," Jim said. "Do you?"
Allison weighed the decision carefully. Jim was an extremely sexy man, and she was horny as hell. "Maybe some other time," she said, keeping her options open. "Right now, I want to find Grant and raise the roof."
"He could be in room seven-two-four with Paul Anderson. He gets discharged today. Why don't you wait here? He'll probably come around as soon as he's through."
"No,.thanks. I think I'll go up and surprise him."
"I don't think he'd like that," Jim said.
"I don't care what he likes," she snapped, her anger returning.
"Why don't you stay, we can have a ball while you wait."
She stood up, making it a thing to watch as she smoothed out her dress and took a deep breath. "I'm too mad to fuck right now," she said, not bothering to beat around the bush. She walked out, leaving Jim shaking his head, a surprised and happy grin on his face. He made a mental note to try and get in her pants the next time.
Allison got off the elevator on the seventh floor and headed down the hall, mad as hell at her husband. She stopped in front of the door that lead to the semiprivate room. Taking a deep sigh, she pushed open the door. Instead of finding her husband, she saw Paul Anderson, still in bed, lazily looking up at the television. Shaking her anger off, she walked over to him, a wicked idea popping into her pretty head.
"Has Dr. Philips been in this morning?" she asked, keeping her voice impersonal.
"He was in awhile ago. Said he'd be back in an hour or so to discharge me." Paul looked at Allison, admiring her gorgeous body in the silk dress and her long, red hair framing her finely shaped, delicate features. "Are you a doctor?"
"Yes," Allison replied, battling the smile that was trying to break through her full sensuous lips. "I'm a colleague of Dr. Philips. He asked me to come by and check you out to be discharged. He's tied up in the operating room right now." She eased over to the door and opened it, hanging a small sign on the outside knob, making sure no one would interrupt her plan.
Confidently, she strolled over to Anderson's bed, a professional smile on her lips. She pulled the curtain around the bed, thankful that the bed next to them was empty. She picked up his chart at the foot of the bed. "Dr. Philips didn't mention why you were here," she said, leafing through the pages on the clipboard. She squeezed her thighs together and almost swooned from the contact of her clit against the silk of her damp panties.
"I had my appendix out."
"Yes, I see," she said, pretending to understand her husband's hurried scrawl. "I was driving my cab, and the thing almost burst on me."
With shaky hands, the palms moist with sweat, Allison pulled the covers down. "So you're a cab driver," she said, trying to keep the quaking out of her voice. She looked at his body in the pajamas. Her heart was beating so loud she was sure he could hear it. "I'll bet you see a lot of things going on in the back of your cab."
He saw the way she was looking at his crotch. "I see a lot," he said, grinning slyly. "If you have time, I could tell you a few stories."
Her hand trembled as she pulled the snaps of his pajamas open. She folded each side back, seeing the small scar where her husband had made the incision. She gulped, seeing the bulge of his cock underneath his bottoms.
Her hands touched around the incision, his skin cool to the heat exuding from her body. "Does this hurt?" she asked, acting professional.
"Not at all," Paul said, trying to look down her low-cut dress. "You're very beautiful," he added. He eyed her ample tits straining against her dress.
She looked at him, her eyes misty with lust. Touching him so close to his cock was driving her insane, and she wanted to grab his prick and suck it, draining him of every ounce of his hot cum. "Thank you," she sighed breathlessly.
Paul admired the fantastically beautiful Allison. There was something about her that didn't click. Maybe it was the clammy hands, the labored breathing. For some unexplainable reason he couldn't understand, he didn't believe she was a doctor. Who she was didn't matter. He sensed that she wanted something more than to look at his appendix scar.
Allison's hand brushed casually against his cock as she took her hand away. It made her knees buckle, and she sighed, a light whimpering sigh that was almost audible. She swallowed, wanting to do more, yet afraid to take that one giant step. The night before last, with Steve, he had done all the aggressing. This new world of adultery was new to her, and she wanted to explore it carefully.
Paul took her hand and placed it on his cock. He saw her eyes close for a second from the erotic touch. "My cock hurts," he complained. "Ever since the operation, when I start to get hard."
"Oh?" She didn't move her hand away from his cock, thankful for the subterfuge he had offered her. It salved her conscience and gave her an excuse to touch his prick.
"Could you check my cock for me?"
Allison nodded, not trusting her voice. She pulled his pajamas down, revealing his cock, a thick piece of flesh not yet fully erect. With her fingers, she surrounded his fleshy shaft and handled it, the action making both his cock throb and the hot wet walls of her pussy pulse. "Does that hurt?" she asked, her voice wavering with emotion.
"No," Paul groaned, the touch of her hand driving goose bumps up and down his spine. He touched her tit through the soft silk of her dress.
"You shouldn't," she protested, not too convincing. "I'm your doctor."
Paul, ending the charade, grabbed her tit. "You're no doctor, but I don't care. You came in looking for a cock and now you have one. You're just afraid to admit it."
Allison's hand came away from his prick. She stood back, her eyes filled with lust. She looked at his handsome face and then at his cock, hard and strong from her massaging hands. "How could you tell?"
"You were drooling too much," he said, a roguish smile on his handsome face. "Doctors don't drool when they look at a man's cock, not even women doctors."
"They would, if it was your prick," she said, relaxing a little, now that things seemed to be out in the open. She licked her dry lips, making them glisten from the moist tip of her pink tongue.
"Put your hand back," he suggested, in a soft, hypnotic voice. "Touch my cock."
Allison placed her sweaty hand on his prick, moving her hand up and down the thick, throbbing shaft, making the fleshy skin move with her.
''Kiss my cock! Suck my prick!" he groaned, rocking on the bed under the erotic manipulations of her hand.
Allison was into it now. The idea of fucking one of her husband's patients was thrilling, even more so than fucking Steve in the parking lot. Here, there was a connection with her husband. She withdrew her hand from his cock and stood at the foot of the bed. She intended to get even with Grant.
"Would you like me to take off my dress?" she gasped, her body trembling with desire. Without waiting for his obvious response, she undid the buttons that held her dress closed. She slipped it off her shoulders, baring her huge creamy tits which spilled deliciously out of her lacy bra which strained to contain the erotic flesh.
Careful not to wrinkle her dress, she stepped out of it and laid it on the chair next to the wall. "Well?" Her tits heaved with each ragged breath, the flesh jiggling as it sought freedom from the confines of her delicate lace bra.
"Gorgeous," he rasped. "Take off the bra."
"Maybe later," she cooed, returning once again to the side of the bed. She took his long, thick prick in both her hands, making him groan.
"Suck my cock," he begged, wanting to feel the pleasure of her moist lips on his raging boner. "Christ! Put my fuckin' prick in your mouth!"
Allison was ready to oblige him. She lowered her head. Her lips made contact with his, cockhead, and she almost melted to the floor. Unable to support herself, she pulled the chair over, throwing her dress carelessly to the foot of the bed. She dropped into the chair with a heavy sigh. Propping a pillow under her ass for height, she licked her lips in readiness to suck his cock bone dry.
Paul stared at her, amazed with her beauty and the large, opulent tits that heaved with each breath she took. His fingers caressed her soft, hot flesh as she engulfed his cockhead with her lips.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, her lips encircling his prick head, her tongue swiping around the delicate flesh of his cock's bell shaped tip. She sucked, her teeth holding his prick firmly, right below the ridge of his cockhead. She could feel him jerk as she sucked deeply, trying to suck his jism from his balls in one heavy gulp.
"Uhhhh," he grunted, lifting his ass off the bed, ramming his cock into her throat. "More! More!"
The fact that someone could walk in and catch them didn't matter to Allison as she worked her mouth over his prick in exotic moves, making his body thump and jerk beneath her. His cock rolled from side to side in her mouth, her hand trailing up to her mouth and down again. She could just imagine Grant coming in and catching her doing this. The idea added spice, giving a strange appeal to the situation. She eased the growing cock shaft into her throat and pressed her thighs together, inspiring the juices to rush from her pussy.
"Uhhhn!" Paul groaned low as she worked in a frenzy on his prick. He grabbed her tit, pulling it free from the lace bra, milking it in his hand, the nipple swollen and red, the tip pressing against the palm of his large hand.
Allison sucked his cock feverishly and noisily. His hand on her tit made her cunt mushy as he played delightfully with her large tit. He took the other tit out, and her soft ass rocked in the chair, her panties oozing with cunt juice. Her hands stroked his meaty prick while her mouth flew up and down, propelling him along to the power of his climax.
Her mouth popped off his cock meat, and she gasped, her eyes bright, green balls of raging fire. She slid her hands up his prick, kneading her warm spit into his skin. Her body was a mass of tingling nerves ready to ignite as soon as his cock was in her pussy. On wobbly legs she stood up, ready for his fully-extended prick.
"Fuck me!" she groaned, her panties dropping to her knees, exposing her gorgeous patch of furry hair that decorated her moist pussy.
"I'm so fuckin' hot!"
"I can't," he groaned helplessly, touching his incision. "You'll bust my fucking gut open." He ogled her, his eyes burning as he poured over her rich, succulent tits, the bra adding height and fullness. His eyes were riveted to her pussy as she stood with her panties caught at her knees. "Christ! I wish I could!"
"Ohhhh, noooo!" she moaned, shaking from frustration. "How? Shit! How?"
"I'll suck you," he offered, willing to do anything, hating his body at this moment. "I'll eat you off."
"Yessss. Yesss," she hissed, her head spinning at the fantastic idea. "I'll sit on your face!"
"Suck me first!" he begged, the fury of his cock reminding him. "Christ, get me off first!"
"You promise to suck me afterwards?" she asked, afraid of being left in this terrible state of passion.
"Yessss," he agreed. "Right after I blast your mouth."
Allison gulped, thinking about his jism in her mouth. She fell back in the chair, her panties still around her knees and her tits jutting out. Her lips sucked furiously up and down his shaft, her spit foaming to a lather as she raced to bring him off as quickly as possible, her body unable to take the strain of not coming much longer.
"Unnnn," Paul groaned, arching his ass up off the bed repeatedly, fucking her face in-short, rapid jabs. "I'm getting ready! Ohhh!"
Allison heard his urgent moans and began to nibble on his cock shaft, her tongue swiping, her teeth teasing and tormenting him. Her hands jerked the thin skin of his veiny prick. Spit drooled from her lips, wetting her hands and his heavy balls.
Gurgling from her own spit, she gulped the tip of his cock into her mouth, clamping her lips tightly around his cockhead. She slid the head of his cock to the back of her palate and sucked, her mouth bobbing excitedly up and down, jerking him off with her clenching hands.
Paul never stood a chance. He gripped the sides of the bed, his body coiled, ready to explode, as her mouth brought him to a feverish pitch. Rocking on his ass, his balls tightened and his cock bulged. He reached the summit.
"I'm coming!" he roared, his prick fucking her face as she took him headlong over the peak.
Allison's mouth covered his exploding prick and took the first thick wad of his jizz at the back of her throat. She swallowed the cum down, never missing a stroke with her bobbing head and whipping fingers. The rest of Paul's jism came in a rapid flutter, too fast and too much at one time. It filled her already stuffed mouth, spilling out over her sliding lips as they whisked up and down his greased prick.
Moaning, his ass thumping on the bed, his incision killing him with pain, Paul's cock continued to spew the thick load of jism that had been stored in his balls for so long. "SUCK! SUCK!" he howled, banging his ass on the bed in an agitated state of orgasm. "OHHH, SHIT!"
Allison was completely oblivious to anything but the uncontrolled cockhead in her mouth, spewing its warm cream in continuous, steady streams. She gulped, forcing herself not to gag from the fierceness of his exploding prick.
Holding his cock tight and her head steady, she allowed Paul to finish off in her mouth at his own pace. She didn't move. Her cheeks drew in tight, milking him of the last drop, sucking it out powerfully from his weighty balls.
Paul collapsed on the bed, gasping from exertion as he finished coming off in her wonderful mouth. He reached down, one hand to push away her greedy mouth, the other to touch the sore, painful appendix scar.
Allison lifted her head. Lust sparkled brilliantly in her green eyes. "Now me," she rasped, her voice gurgling from the sticky cum sliding down her throat. "Now me!"
"Give me a second," Paul gasped, in the midst of recovering from the tremendous blow job.
"Noooo," she moaned, standing up, her legs rubbery, her body trembling from being too hot for too long. "Now!"
She scrambled out of her panties, dropping them to the floor. Her body was so keyed up, she almost fell on him. "Unnnn," she moaned, trying to be careful as she crawled up on the bed and straddled his face. "Suck my cunt!"
Paul looked up into her red pussy as she faced the wall directly in front of her, seeing the gaping slit of her cunt, the puffy lips of her cunthole folded back and the fiery, red clit exposed. He squeezed her ass cheeks, bringing her slowly to his mouth. "Easy," he moaned. "Don't suffocate me."
Grasping the back of the bed, Allison lowered her pussy to his waiting lips, almost kneeling over when her hot pussy singed his lips. "Aaaaa!" she sighed, lightly rubbing her dripping cunt across his face.
Paul flashed his tongue out and slashed it across the swollen lips of her cunt, making her tremble and whine. His hands dug into the fleshy cheeks of her ass, and he lifted his head, his tongue running rampant across her swollen pussy lips, clit, and the gaping hole of her cunt.
"Ooooo," Allison whimpered in heavenly delight. "Oooh, lick it! Stick your tongue in me!" She squirmed on his face, drenching him with her flowing, creamy cunt juice. The knuckles of her hands turned white as she tightly clenched the back of the bed. Her head tossed, her eyes rolled loosely in their sockets as she charged dangerously to the peak of her explosive orgasm.
Paul's breathing steadied back to normal, and he pulled her hot, open pussy down on his face, sucking on the dripping flesh, his tongue slurping on the hot juice as it oozed from her pussy hole. He drank down the tangy pussy cream, lapping at her cunt like a kitten would drink a bowl of milk.
"Tongue fuck me! Tongue fuck me!" she cried, almost sobbing from the exquisiteness of his mouth. She pushed her pussy down on his face, impatient to have his tongue implanted in her cunt.
Paul complied willingly, anxiously. His tongue darted inside the hot, wet world of her cunt canal. The greedy muscles pulsed, clinging desperately to his evasive tongue as he used the wiggling tip to tease and torment her pussy.
"YESSSS!" she whined, her head snapping back, his tongue providing the needed relief to her taut nerves. "Ooohhh, yesss!" Her hips bucked. She fought to control her fury. She didn't want to bang him to death with her pussy. She slid easily back and forth, creaming his face with her flowing juices as her clit scraped against his teeth, bringing her to madness with each hard slap of her cunt.
Paul sucked in the loose flesh of her cunt lips and clit into his mouth. He sucked hard, listening to her whine deliriously above him, her pussy working frantically across his sucking mouth. His tongue snaked into her pussy again, exploring the spongy walls of her cunt hole, teasing the muscles as they tried to capture his rampant tongue.
"I'm getting close," she ranted, warning him of her impending orgasm. She wanted him to be ready when she came on his face and was afraid what she might do in the throes of her climax. In this first escapade with one of her husband's patients, she didn't want to injure him. Even in the misty world of her passion, the thought made her giggle, and she enjoyed the irony of it.
Paul sucked her pussy furiously, wanting to bring the beautiful woman off to a tremendous explosion. His fingers dug into her ass, teasing her asshole, his tongue searching her pussy. He clutched her ass cheeks firmly. Taking her clit in his mouth, he sucked hard, almost pulling the tiny button out by the root.
Allison howled, not caring who heard as she reached the apex of her lust, drenching his face as she came all over him. "I'm COMING!" she shrieked, her voice raspy as she tried to temper the volume.
She bucked like a wildcat on his mouth, cunt juice pouring from her pussy, soaking his face. "Uhhhh!" she grunted as wave after wave of earth-shattering explosions racked her pussy, throwing her body into spasms as in one seething, volcanic eruption.
Paul sucked on her clit, his head shaking from side to side. Her clit was mashed between his teeth. His fingers touched her asshole, and he plunged a finger inside, squirming it around the tiny, wrinkled opening.
"OH! OHAA! OHHHH!" she grunted, in rhythm to his sucking lips and jamming finger. She rammed her cunt down, forcing her clit to be crushed between his teeth. She exploded again and again on his face.
The last part of her orgasm gripped her in its clutches. It ripped through her pussy, her head bumping the wall, her body tumbling over the pinnacle into the gray world of release and the slow ride back to reality.
Gasping and panting, she tried to calm her racked and exhausted body, but found she couldn't. Her mind spun in delirium as if on a slow motion roller coaster, her sight slowly fading. Her laborious breaths grew heavier, and in her fogged, confused state of mind, she knew she would soon faint.
"Stop!" she sobbed. "Ohhhh, God, stop!"
Paul enjoyed himself and his position of power. He held her clit, sucking on it in short, rapid tugs, making her twitch and churn above him. He used all of the strength of his powerful arms to keep her jellied body in control on his face. If he let go, she would fall and probably bust his stitches. He ran his tongue into her cunt hole, licking the pulsing walls, his tip exploring the overly sensitive area as she drifted to the world of consciousness.
Weary, helpless sighs escaped her open, dribbling mouth. "I'm done," she sobbed, holding on, wishing that his torturous tongue and clinging teeth would release her.
Knowing that it was over, Paul withdrew his hands from her ass, letting her go. His teeth came away from her clit, and he felt her body shudder, expelling all of the pent-up passion that had been under the surface, begging for release.
The muscles in her thighs ached from the uncomfortable position as Allison climbed slowly off Paul's face. Still too weak to walk, she reached for her dress, her tits heaving from her erratic breathing.
Paul licked his lips at the sight of her delicious looking body, savoring the taste of her pussy. "I don't even know your name," he finally said, watching her with renewed passion.
She smiled, buttoning the front of her silk dress. "It isn't important. Just think of me as sort of a going home present, compliments of your doctor." She winked and left the room, her cunt oozing juice mixed with his cum.
She stopped, glancing up and down the hall. An impish grin passed over her lips as she saw her husband approach.
"Allison! What are you doing up here?"
"Looking for you," she said. "You were suppose to join me for lunch, remember?"
Grant whacked his forehead with the heel of his hand. "Shit! I forgot. I got tied up with someone about . . ." He let the sentence trail off, knowing her temper when it came to investments.
"It doesn't matter," she said stiffly, her lips drawn tight in anger, knowing that money had been the reason. "I already ate!" She turned and walked down the hall, leaving a somewhat bewildered husband. She swung her ass seductively and marched out of sight, stepping into the elevator.
It was then that she realized she had left her panties on the floor of Paul Anderson's room. She giggled, wondering if Grant would see them. Would he know they were hers? The thought was intriguing, and she toyed with the idea of the patient explaining the mysterious panties to his doctor.
She stepped out of the elevator when it reached the ground floor, wondering how to set up another thrilling interlude with another one of Grant's handsome patients. This was going to be a very exciting game. At least, she mused, I'm getting some cock!
CHAPTER THREE
Allison parked her car. A bright, cheery smile adorned her face as she strolled comfortably to the Pro-Arts Building where her husband's office was situated on the third floor. She looked at her watch as she stepped into the elevator. It was almost one, and she figured Grant would be waiting. He had sounded so sincere on the phone. All of his appointments were canceled, and he had the entire afternoon free. She jumped at the chance, wanting to be with him so much.
She stepped off the elevator, planning, as of this minute, to stop taking revenge. Her adulterous affairs were behind her now. "Hi, Karen," Allison said, smiling happily at the nurse behind the desk. "Is Grant here yet?"
"Not yet, Allison," Karen said. "I was just getting ready to lock up and leave."
"Don't bother," Allison said. "I'll lock up. I'm meeting Grant here any minute. You go ahead and enjoy yourself."
"Thanks, Allison." The nurse walked across the office and opened the door. "Have a nice time."
"I hope to. Why don't you stop over for dinner some evening?"
"I'll try. See ya."
"Bye," Allison called, sitting behind the receptionist's desk as Karen closed the door to the waiting room. She settled back, feeling absolutely wonderful. The two hot fuck sessions had settled her edgy nerves, and now Grant seemed to have a change of heart. The phone rang, startling her, and she looked at it for a second before answering.
"Hello. Dr. Philips' office."
"Is that you, Allison?" Grant asked.
A tremor swept through her body, and her hand tightened on the phone. "Where are you?"
"I'll be a little late, honey. I was at the hospital, making my rounds when I ran into an old friend."
"What about me?" she asked, a slight waver in her voice.
"We'll push it ahead and make it a night out instead," he said amiably. "Go home and change, and I'll be home in time for dinner."
"I don't think I will be home!" Allison threatened. She slammed the phone down and glared hatefully at it. With her arms crossed, she sat in the chair, fuming mad. The phone rang again, and, for a second, she wasn't going to answer.
"Allison," Grant said, hearing the phone click on. "Don't hang up."
"Why not?" she asked, keeping her voice calm. "I was counting on this afternoon with you."
"We'll have tonight."
"Shit! Something'll come up again. It always does." She heard the doorknob turn. She glanced up as a handsome man walked into the office, smiling pleasantly as he took a seat.
"You have a patient, Grant," she whispered softly into the phone. "A nice hunk of a patient, and I think I'll take care of him. Bye." She smiled sweetly at the phone as she laid it gently in its cradle, a hot, tantalizing idea forming in her head. This was going to be as much fun as she had with Paul Anderson!
She looked up at the man sitting in the chair, skimming through a magazine. "Can I help you?" she asked, in her sexiest voice.
The man placed the magazine back on the table and walked over to the desk and sat down. Allison made sure her skirt was hiked high on her thigh, and she crossed her legs with style.
"I have a one-fifteen appointment for a checkup," the man said, getting a good glimpse of her long, sexy legs. "It's for an insurance company." He smiled. "They want to see if I'm healthy enough for them."
Allison let her tongue flick across her lips. "You look healthy to me."
The patient looked at her, taking in her fine, feminine features and her blouse, showing off her tits as they pushed against the silk material. "Is the doctor in?"
She smiled devilishly. "You're looking at her."
His eyes lit up in surprise. "I thought this was Dr. Philips' office."
"It is, but he was called away on an emergency. You know how it is. I'm filling in for him today. The nurse and receptionist have already left. I hope you don't mind." She smiled warmly.
"Not at all."
"Your name please?"
"Elliot Young." He eyed Allison speculatively. "I've never been examined by a woman before."
"I find that hard to believe," Allison said, getting his card from the file. She fished in the desk for a standard health form and smiled back at him. "I'll bet you've been examined many times by women."
Elliot liked the open manner of this new doctor. He grinned. "I didn't mean it that way."
Allison pointed and said, "In the room down the hall, take off your clothes. There will be a smock folded on the table. Put that on."
"You mean the kind that never closes in the back?" he joked.
"You got it," she said, winking. "I'll be back there in a minute and we can begin the examination."
Elliot stood up. There was something highly sensuous about her. "I'll be looking forward to it."
"So will I, Elliot," she said, pretending to look for something in the desk. She sat there and closed her eyes. Her heart was pounding in her breast, and she knew that her panties were getting damp as she quickly became aroused.
She waited, contemplating how she was going to seduce this gorgeous hunk of a man. She didn't want to do anything crude. A soft, tender approach was called for, one where he wouldn't be quite sure what her intentions were. A cunning smile played at her mouth, and she wondered if she could really pull it off.
Getting herself together, she breathed a deep sigh and stood up, anxious to begin. Elliot had had plenty of time to get that silly smock on by now. Her heels clicked on the polished floor and halted. "Decent?" she asked through the door.
"Come in," he called. "I'm ready for you."
"I'll bet you are," Allison said, pushing open the door. She saw him sitting on the examining table, a handsome grin spread across his rugged features.
"I feel kind of silly," he remarked, feeling self-conscious. "This damn thing I'm wearing is ..." He shook his head, staring down at the thin material.
"The smocks are silly for the simple reason it helps to keep the doctor from becoming hot when he's examining a female patient," she explained in a friendly manner.
"How about female doctors examining male patients?" Elliot added, admiring her lush figure in front of him.
"I'm not creaming in my panties yet," she noted boldly, holding his dark blue eyes with her own.
"Give me time," he said, liking her forward manner, glad she wasn't stuffy and all business.
Allison rested her hand on his bare knee. "Don't get carried away. I'm a doctor, and this isn't a massage parlor." The smile told him she wasn't angry.
"Right, doctor." He winked, enjoying the warmth of her hand on his knee.
Allison lifted the stethoscope from her breast and walked around to his back, the plugs in her ears. "Take a deep breath," she said, trying to make it as professional as possible. She at least wanted to act like a doctor before taking off her clothes and fucking the hell out of him.
Elliot took a deep breath, and held it as she placed the cold instrument to his back.
When she was done, she came around to the front. "You sound pretty good," she said, leaning her thigh to touch his. "What do you do for a living?"
"I work on appliances. Mainly TVs."
"Maybe you could fix my television when it goes on the blink," she said, the pressure of his thigh pressing in return, making her stomach turn somersaults.
"Anytime at all," he said. "Do I pass my physical?"
"I have a lot to do before you pass all the tests," she said, her voice sultry, echoing her double meaning, making Elliot take a sharper look at the beautiful woman.
She picked up a toylike hammer and tapped his knee, watching his reflexes. "Mmmmm. Pretty good." She swallowed uncomfortably, wishing she could just grab his cock and shove it in her pussy and forget about this masquerade.
"You're a very beautiful doctor," he complimented, getting personal.
Allison laid down the tiny hammer. "Have you ever had a hernia?" she asked, winking suggestively.
"Never."
She licked her lips enticingly. "Stand up so I can check, please."
Elliot's cock twitched as he jumped off the table. His prick was almost hard, and it made a tent effect underneath the smock.
Allison noticed it and smiled. She sat on the stool. "Spread them, Elliot," she said, her voice becoming strained, her throat dry as she prepared to touch his bare cock.
Elliot obeyed, hoping that something would happen between them. He shook the thought from his mind. Things like that didn't happen to him. He looked down at the top of her head, the urge to grab her and fuck her face roared in his loins. He fought the thoughts, his cock getting hard nevertheless, his mind racing over the erotically sexy things he wanted to do with this beautiful doctor.
Allison gaped at the bulge of his cock. Her hand sneaked under the smock. "Cough."
Elliot coughed as she requested, a tremor running through his taut muscular frame as her hand touched him.
She looked up at him, her eyes bright with desire. "You're in good shape," she said. "No hernia, but you got a helleva hard-on." She ogled the bulge of his cock. "Maybe I can fix that. We can't have you leaving the office with your cock sticking out a mile."
Dumbstruck, Elliot stared down at her. At first, he didn't believe what she had said, but the look in her eyes told him she meant it. "You're the doctor," he said, his cock yearning for the opportunity to fuck this gorgeous woman.
"Besides, I'm going to need a specimen too. I might as well get it while I'm here."
Without hesitation, she lifted the smock and gaped at the magnificent prick jutting out from between his legs. "God!" she sighed, awestruck. "It's a monster!"
"Not really," Elliot said, his chest bursting with pride as she gawked at his prick in open admiration. "Just a good, healthy cock."
"I couldn't agree more," Allison said, putting her hands around his bulky prick shaft and running her palms up and down. "I'm going to need a lot of time to examine this piece of lumber."
"Take all the time you need, Doctor." Elliot was burning with passion as her hands softly manipulated his bloated cock. "Take your time."
Allison opened her mouth wide, the fiery, red tip slowly sinking between her full, sensuous lips. Her hands cupped his balls, feeling the heavy weight of them. Her hands gently handled them, then maneuvered to his ass where her fingertips played in the crevice.
"Ummm," Elliot moaned, his body yearning to ravage her gorgeous mouth. He held the sides of her head, his ass moving to accommodate her open mouth as she sucked vigorously on his cock.
Allison feasted on his meat. His cock filled her throat. She stroked his prick with her clinging lips. Her fingers delved into the hidden depths of his ass, teasing the tiny asshole. Her mouth devoured his prick with long swishing strokes. "Ummmm." Her throat echoed moans as Elliot thrust his veiny prick into the fervent depths of her mouth in steady, powerful thrusts.
Elliot rested back against the examining table, his legs weakening as all of his strength was sucked out of his body through his cock. He slammed into her mouth with what energy he had left, his cock gorged with blood, filling with jism. Forcefully and rhythmically, he fucked her face, enjoying the feel of her hands teasing his ass cheeks and asshole. He looked around the small room, not really believing he was getting sucked off in a doctor's office by a doctor!
"Aghhhh," he groaned, ready to fill her face with a hot, wet load of jism.
Allison's mouth came off his cock, her eyes glowed like burning coals of passion. "Get on the table," she rasped, her beautiful face covered with a veil of lust. Her head spun, and her mind was dizzy with desire. She watched him lay on the table, his wet, spit soaked cock jutting high in the air.
She stood up, trembling, yearning to ram his cock inside her pussy. Getting sucked off by Paul Anderson was heaven, but here was a gigantic cock, and her pussy craved the meaty prick. She buckled over with passion cramps as she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.
Elliot leaned back on his elbows and watched the beautiful woman begin her sensuous strip.
"I like having you watch," she mewled, her stomach springing cartwheels as she peeled off her blouse. She dropped her skirt from her trim waist and modeled in her panties and matching lace bra. She leaned over him, taking the warm flesh of her tit from the black lace cup, offering it to him like it was a sacrifice. "Suck my tit!"
Elliot obliged. His mouth opened, sucking her huge tit between his lips. He sucked hard on the nipple as she whined in heavenly bliss. His hand slid around, pulling her against him.
His hand delved inside her panties and burrowed between her deep ass cheeks.
Allison squealed with pleasure, pushing her ass back, toying with his finger as he probed her crack and juicy pussy. "Ohhhh! Ohh!" She rocked on her heels, one of his hands stroking her pussy, the other squeezing and milking her ripe tit while his mouth sucked like a vacuum, making her twitch as if the nerves in her nipples were connected erotically to her pussy. Each time Elliot sucked her tit, her cunt pulsed as if milking an imaginary cock.
"Let me fuck you," she groaned, unable to deny herself the fruits of his gargantuan cock any longer. She pulled away from his suckling mouth, her tit making a popping sound. Gasping and swaying on her feet, she glided her panties over her full, well-rounded hips. Jiggling, they dropped to her tapered ankles and she peeled off her bra.
"Now for the final examination," she purred, a lascivious grin on her beautiful, flushed face. "A test for stamina."
"Anytime," Elliot said, his cock as anxious for her pussy as her pussy dripped anxiously for his overgrown prick. "Anytime."
Allison climbed up on the examining table between his legs. She glared hotly at him, her cunt oozing hot, creamy juice down her thighs. She sucked in her breath, trying not to fall as she straddled his body each leg at a time.
Elliot watched her dangling tits swinging provocatively in his face, holding her hips, steadying her until she was finally positioned over his raging boner. "Sit on my cock," he groaned, his patience wearing thin as the blood in his veins boiled. "Sink my prick in your pussy."
"Yesss," she hissed. Her eyes sparkled with passion, her body exhilarated with wanton desires. She reached between her spread legs and gripped his huge, thick cock shaft, his hand roaming over her delicately soft body. She stroked the bulbous prick head between her swollen pussy lips, making herself swoon from the exquisite contact of his cock against the steamy heat of her cunt. She laid his cock flat on his belly and slid her pussy along the shaft, mixing her spit from sucking him with the sticky juices of her bubbling pussy.
Unconcerned about her balance, she rode his prick with abandonment, watching the reddened head appear from between her cunt lips. It was totally erotic. It looked as if she had a cock of her own. She smiled dreamily at him, her lips wet with saliva, her tits quivering like jello. "I love it." She wriggled back and forth, feeling the juices on his cock drench the cheeks of her ass. "Mmmm."
Elliot groaned with frustrating pain. "Put my prick in." His hands dug viciously into her hips, his fingertips pressing hard into her flesh, anxious to plant his prick inside her body. "Christ, fuck me!"
Allison felt the same way. Playtime had ended. She lifted up, leering down at his cock as it sprung up in the air. It hit her cunt and she swayed her hips until the tip of his steel cock slipped inside the wet, pinkish folds of her cunt lips.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered, the joy of his cock almost toppling her over, overwhelming her. She sunk slowly down until the entire length of his monstrous cock was buried inside her pussy. "Uhhhh. It feels so good."
Elliot looked up at her, watching her face turn the color of her red hair. He saw her green eyes glaring passionately down at him, her jaw slack. She uttered soft, puffing sighs. He watched her tits, large, jiggling, white globes, the nipples erect and pink. He gripped her tensely as she rocked on his cock. He could feel the tremendous pressure of her cunt as it pulsed against his disappearing cock shaft. The heat and juice from the spongy walls of her pussy was like an active volcano, spurting its lava before the impending explosion. He found himself rocking back and forth on his ass cheeks, adding to the friction of her spastic cunt on his red hot cock.
"Ummmm," she moaned. Her head lolled as her cunt surrounded the length of his prick, her body fucking him in a dreamy, blurring haze. Her tits followed the rhythm, swaying with her body. Her only care was the cock. Lost in the fuzzy world of fucking, she precariously rocked on his prick, oblivious to the danger of falling off the narrow, padded table. Her trust was in his cock and his powerful hands as he held her in his grasp.
Allison leaned forward, her jiggling tits hitting him in the face like soft billowing pillows. He grabbed a nipple, catching it between his teeth. He bit into it hard enough to make her whine but not hard enough to hurt.
She wailed, the pain of his biting teeth blending with the joy of his cock. She moved her hips from side to side, scraping her exposed clit against his hard, hairy groin, throwing her head back in bliss. The contact made her tremble and she snapped her head forward again and whimpered, blinking rapidly as her eyes focused on the wall and her husband's certificate from the AMA. A sly, sensuous smirk formed the corners of her open, panting mouth.
Elliot's cock pulsed to a steady beat in the heated depths of Allison's pussy. He wanted to fuck her with the fury of a thousand men, tired of lying still while her cunt teased him to no end. "Fuck it!" he said strongly. "Fuck my cock!" He used his hands, trying to move and push her body, trying to set a rhythm to bring them both to their climax.
Allison felt his urgent pulling and sat up, her back erect, her tits jutting out, her thighs spread on either side of his taut frame. "I'm ready," she cried, her body taking over, starting to fuck his cock. "Ohhh, I'm sooo hot! Fuck me, Elliot! Fuck me!"
Elliot matched her pace, his ass banging the table to meet her rhythmic pounding. It began at a slow pace, bringing them more passion as they drifted beyond the point of no return, on the upward slope to the summit. They fucked with wanton lust, their noises filling the empty room. His ass slapped on the table, and her pussy squished wetly in rhythm with her fucking body. "Faster! Faster!" He urged his prick with a headlong thrust into her pussy, the pussy that was denying him his final climax, the ultimate outcome of this hot fuck session.
In her hazy passion, Allison heard his urging voice reverberating in her brain. She picked up speed, her ass slamming down, her pussy sliding back and forth, the double action making her raw clit scrape his hairy groin. She wailed, caught in the labyrinth of lust, her head snapping frantically from side to side. Her mind was geared only to satisfying the burning fire in her pussy.
"I'm there! Oh, Christ! I'm going to come!" She felt the lava of cum bursting in a violent explosion, spreading rapidly through her pulsating pussy. Her body shook, anticipating the violent explosion. She shook, her tits heaving, her breath ragged, her flesh tingling from the fiery flames deeply imbedded inside her prick stuffed pussy.
She screamed a shrill, eerie scream that pierced the tiny room. Her body went into spasms as her orgasm enveloped her and drove her to the brink of climactic bliss. Her heart shaped ass bucked and rode his prick like a cowgirl, mindless of any injury should she be thrown to the ground.
Elliot felt the gripping of her scorching hot pussy against his shaft. She was tugging with all of her clenching cunt muscles, the pulsing becoming so rapid it was a steady, persistent blur of motion. His throbbing, stiff prick erupted a hot, thick stream of creamy jism, pouring from his piss-hole, splattering against the walls of her cunt. He arched up in short, quick lunges, thrusting his powerful prick in and out of her cunt as they both reached the summit together, poised at the edge.
Allison's eyes opened, blank and expressionless. Her climax, triggered by the squirting jism of Elliot's lunging cock, drove her higher to a new plane of awareness. She shrieked, almost toppling off the small table as her cunt and torso were swept up in the stupendous orgasm. She slammed down, her body a fucking machine, matching the human machine beneath her in a never-ending effort to rid herself of the passionate orgasm that now controlled her body.
She saw his face, handsome and taut, his eyes fireballs. His prick was a hot, steely rod stuffing her pussy full of scalding cum. She arched her back and jerked, almost falling. She screamed and slumped forward on Elliot's jerking body.
She crashed over the peak, his cock juice spraying her pussy. Her tits crushed against his broad chest as she tumbled back through the gray world between orgasm and reality.
Elliot held her in his vise-like grip, his jerking hips driving his prick into her pussy. He twitched. Her pussy muscles drained the last of his cum. He lay helpless, panting and gasping, with the tembling woman atop his exhausted frame. His climax smoldered like an overheated engine. "Ohhhh, baby," he groaned, his hands caressing her back and ass. "You give a hellova examination."
Allison smiled wickedly and lifted her head, looking into his eyes. "I think you passed," she said, kissing him. "The only trouble is . . ." She climbed carefully off his limp, sticky cock. "You'll have to come back when the doctor is in. I can't sign the form for the insurance company."
She stood on wobbly legs. "I hope you don't mind."
"Not in the least," Elliot said with a grin.
"If I were a doctor, I'd be glad to sign it." She giggled, and they both dressed. "Call tomorrow for another appointment. The nurse will be in then."
"I never did get your name."
"It doesn't matter." She blew him a kiss. When he was gone, she rested in the chair and contemplated her next move, wondering who she would fuck next. It had to be someone connected with Grant, like the men who helped him invest his money.
She stretched, sated for the moment, trying to figure out how she could make her husband change his mind and take the offer to settle in the small town. She knew what would happen if he didn't. The marriage would end, and she would have to find an endless stream of cocks to match the one cock she couldn't get, Grant's.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Damn!" she said aloud, stomping downstairs to the breakfast nook at the back of the house after talking with Grant on the phone. She poured herself a cup of coffee.
It had been fantastic when they were first married. She had enjoyed helping in his small office. Later he thought it was demeaning for his wife to work. Those were the good times. They would even fuck in the examining room when there weren't any patients, like she did with Elliot yesterday.
She sipped the hot liquid. He spent every free moment with investment brokers, real estate brokers, always looking for a way to make more money. It wasn't the same. She shuddered, wondering what she was going to do today to satisfy the burning desire in her pussy that had lain dormant for so long, rekindled with Steve in the restaurant. Maybe .. . She shook her head. He wouldn't be there now. Besides, Allison thought, he might make me fuck him in the rear of the God damn bar! She giggled, feeling the tension in her body dissipating.
Finishing her coffee, she stood up, the full-length robe dancing at her heels as she padded barefoot to the front of the house. There was no way she could seduce another patient. There were no office hours today and she didn't want to go to the hospital. Maybe Dr. Jim Freed might be willing to take me out to lunch? she thought. He always seemed horny enough. She could understand why. His wife was worse than Grant. She was never home, always out at some luncheon, some kind of charity drive. Maybe that was the answer. She shrugged, knowing that kind of life wasn't for her. If she couldn't have Grant regularly, she would satisfy her frustrations on his patients, his business associates, anyone connected with his life. In a way, it was more exciting. She giggled, seeing how philosophical she was becoming.
The chimes, subtle and restful, echoed through the house.
"Yes?" she said once she opened the door. "Oh . . . Karen. Come on in. what brings you out here?"
"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by and say hello."
"I was just having coffee. Would you like to join me?" Allison offered. "There's plenty left."
"Sounds good." Karen followed Allison to the breakfast nook. She sat down while Allison poured her a cup, looking at the large window that faced the backyard and the woods beyond. "You have such a beautiful view, Allison."
"It's the only thing I like about this house." Allison sat across from her.
"I know," Karen said. "Grant mentioned it once or twice to me. Personally, I love it."
"You can have it. There's a place in Elm wood, with a view like this one, only the house is small and cozy. The perfect place." She frowned. "I wish Grant would set up practice there. The town offered him the house as a bonus to entice him away from his damn lucrative practice here."
"I read the letter," Karen said. "It sounds nice, but Grant's really into investing for the future."
"I know," Allison said. "He neglects me in the process. I guess he figures if we got plenty of money stashed away for our old age, I'll be satisfied. Christ! I'd give half his investments away for a good weekend fuck with him, like the good old days when we were first married."
"You miss his cock?" Karen said.
"Do I! If you knew what I've done just to keep my sanity."
Karen showed interest. "Why not tell me about it. I love hearing dirty stories."
"More coffee?" Allison asked, enjoying this brief time-out with a friend.
"Not now. Maybe later. Were you going to get dressed? I mean, I don't want to keep you from anything."
"Not at all," Allison said. "Why don't you come upstairs with me. I can dress and tell you what I've been doing at the same time."
"Great," Karen agreed, following her out of the kitchen.
In the bedroom, Allison picked a pair of panties from her dresser drawer. Karen was sitting on the bed in cut-off shorts and a loose fitting velour top. She glanced at the bathroom, wondering if she should change in there. The hell with it, she decided, casually zipping the robe down the front. She slipped her arms out of it and it fell like a whisper to her feet. For a second, she felt embarrassed. Christ, they were good friends. This wasn't a fuck session or a way to turn a guy on. She got angry with herself. Sex, sex, sex. It was all she thought about since the fire had been stoked by Steve's cock the night in the parking lot.
"You're a beautiful woman," Karen admired, breaking the silence, eyeing Allison's full curvy figure as she stood naked blatantly in front of her.
Allison blushed. "Thanks." She eyed Karen's trim body. "You probably look a lot better than I do."
"You're crazy, Ali. I'm too skinny. You got all the meat in all the right places. If I were a guy, I'd jump you right here and fuck the shit out of you."
Allison laughed nervously. "If you were a guy, you'd probably be fucking me now instead of talking about it. I've been hot as a fucking pistol lately."
"It's a shame I'm not a man." Karen's voice turned soft, sultry. "I'd love to give you a jump." Karen leaned back on the bed, watching Allison's cunt as she slipped on the yellow bikini panties. "Tell me about how you keep your sanity," she urged her. She patted the bed, hoping Allison would forget about dressing and sit next to her. Looking at Allison's gorgeous figure was making Karen's cunt wet, and she hoped for an opportunity to get to know her feelings about women and sex. "I'm dying to hear every hot, dirty detail."
Allison slipped her bra over each arm and plopped down on the edge of the bed. Karen hooked the bra in the back as Allison talked, relating the incident with Steve in the restaurant, Paul in the hospital, and yesterday with Elliot at her husband's office. When Allison finished, she found that her skin was tingly, and her cunt was aching with the memory of all those wonderful cocks.
"I knew about yesterday," Karen confessed. "Just as I was about to leave the building, I realized I had left something upstairs in my desk. While I was outside the office, I heard you tell someone to go back in the examination room. I snuck in the office and listened. Wow!"
"I just don't know what to do," Allison said. "I have to have a cock more than Grant wants to give it to me, which is not very often."
"Have you ever tried a girl?" Karen asked, her own body smoldering with the pent-up passion from listening to Allison's adventures.
"Oh, never."
Karen placed her hand gently on Allison's thigh. "It could be a lot of fun with the right woman." Karen was trembling. Touching Allison was heavenly.
"I don't know," Allison shrugged, enjoying the dirty conversation. "Aren't they all big brutes with short hair?"
"Not all of them." Karen smiled at the innocent Allison.
"Have you ever done it with a girl?" Allison asked, lowering her voice confidentially.
"Yes," Karen said matter-of-factly. She sat up, flipping the velour top over her head, her milky globes of creamy flesh jiggling with freedom.
Allison was dumfounded. "What are you doing?"
"Showing you that all women who enjoy women aren't flat-chested, short-haired, muscle women." She cupped her fleshy, white tits. "A lot of women have licked these soft tits, Allison. Most of them were not lesbians at all, but simple, sexy women who wanted to try something different."
"Shit! You mean you're ..."
"Uh, huh." Karen smiled. "I like my sex the soft way, with a pair of tits pressing against mine. I don't mind a cock once in awhile, for a change."
Allison couldn't help but stare at Karen's tits. They were as large as her own and just as pretty. She reached out and put her hand on Karen's tit, her throat dry as she touched the pliant flesh. It was as if she were rubbing her own.
"Do you like doing that?" Karen asked, the contact of Allison's hand on her tit making her mind woozy.
"I don't know." Allison licked her lips nervously. It did feel nice, and she was getting hot. She took her hand away, not wanting to get involved in something she couldn't handle.
Karen languished back on the bed, her hands going to her shorts. She unsnapped them at the waist and peeled them down over her full hips, slipping them down her legs. She lay naked and beautiful for Allison's awestruck eyes. "See?" Karen said, her tits heaving with each breath. "I'm just like you." She rolled over, propping her ass in the air for a moment, then brought her body against Allison.
Allison trembled from the feminine touch of Karen's naked body. She glanced at the soft, furry patch of pussy hair that covered Karen's cunt. It was darker than her own, almost black. Her heart thumped erratically in her throat and she swallowed, trying to get it back in her breast.
"Why don't you lay down here with me and take off your bra and panties," Karen suggested. "We don't have to do anything. Satisfy your curiosity about me. Touch me. I'm just like you." She waited, praying, hoping Allison would take the bait and quench any curious feelings she might have.
Allison looked at her for what seemed to them both a long time, but was only seconds. Her stomach ached, the muscles in her cunt were coming alive, making this seem like an exotic dream. As if hypnotized, Allison took her bra and panties off, lying beside Karen on the bed, afraid to move, afraid to breathe, not knowing what to do next.
Karen trembled inside, her stomach turning to jelly as Allison lay next to her. She was going mad. She wanted to cover Allison with her own body and kiss her, feel her, devour her soft creamy flesh. Instead, she remained still, allowing Allison to set the pace, to start something, anything. Karen's body screamed for her to hold Allison in her arms.
For a few minutes, Allison lay panting, getting used to the idea of being in bed with a woman. She could smell the sweet scent of Karen's perfume, feel the heat of her slim, gorgeous body, and see the rise and fall of Karen's tits as she lay quiet beside her.
"I'm nervous," Allison whispered, rolling on her side, her tits jiggling as she stared hungrily into Karen's soft brown eyes. "I don't know what to do?" She yearned to touch this beautiful nurse who worked for her husband.
"Relax," Karen suggested in a sensuous, soothing tone. "Just touch me, feel me. It'll come naturally." Her voice was strained, yet she managed to sound relaxed. The fire in Karen's gut was building, seeking an escape valve to lessen the tension mounting in her pussy. Allison was that valve, Allison's body the lever.
The housewife heeded Karen's soft words. She began with Karen's sensuous shoulder, uneasily caressing her in an attempt to muster up enough courage to touch her tits and, eventually, her pussy. Allison's fingers touched Karen lightly, still frightened to make the initial move, knowing that once it happened there would be no turning back, no escape from the forbidden delights of Karen's hot, sexy body. She knew her next move would not be one of idle curiosity. It would be the beginning of a long afternoon.
Karen remained on her back, took Allison's trembling hand and placed it on her tit, shuddering as Allison cupped the tender, spongy flesh. "Squeeze it," Karen said.
The beautiful red-haired housewife obeyed, unable to take her hand away. The inevitable had begun. Her eyes were moist with passion. Allison stared at Karen's radiant beauty. Apprehensively she squeezed, feeling the nipple of Karen's tit against her sweaty palm. She became bolder, inching closer, shifting her weight, leaning on Karen's fabulous figure and snuggling to her hot body.
Karen moaned a deep sigh of relief. "Enjoy me," she panted.
Enraptured with Karen's shapely body, Allison gently roamed over each tit, her fingertips trailing down Karen's rib cage, to the soft flesh of her flat belly. Allison groaned lustfully, her fingers touching the curly, black hair in the vee of her pussy. Allison stopped herself from going further, not ready for the final surrender to this different way of love making.
Karen sensed her friend's hesitation. She rolled on her side, inching her head close to Allison. "Kiss me, Ali," she sighed. Her mouth barely touched Allison's lips. The eroticism of their closeness, their needs bubbling on the surface, made them both shake with desire. For a split second, their eyes locked and they kissed with wanton lust, Karen knowing what to expect and Allison, not knowing.
"Ohhhh," Allison gasped, the taste of Karen's hot, eager mouth lingering on her lips. "I'm getting so hot."
"So am I."
Allison wanted more. She rolled Karen on her back, boldly watching the abundant flesh of Karen's tits wiggle and shake. She lowered her head. The kiss had been the deciding factor. Her body and mind, wanted to taste the fruits of this beautiful woman. Allison's wet mouth came in contact with Karen's melon-shaped tit. She used her tongue, licking the soft, milky flesh, her lips easing closer to the nipple, pink and round, the tip a hard but ton.
"Suck them, Ali," Karen rasped, her prayers answered, her desires about to be fulfilled. "Suck them! Bite them!" Karen was dazed with passion, her body tense, waiting for the onslaught of Allison's mouth to devour her flesh.
The housewife was swept up in the sea of exotic sex. Her mouth engulfed each of Karen's tits, planning her every move, her every touch. She licked, sucked, nibbled on Karen's delicious flesh. Allison's slobbering mouth soaked the sleek, rich skin as she moved awkwardly, like a schoolgirl on her first date.
"Ooooh," Karen cooed, cradling Allison's head as she devoured Karen's tits. Karen's ass cheeks wriggled on the bed, her legs opening, the red gash of her cunt showing provocatively.
Allison threw her leg over Karen's thigh, rubbing her own wet pussy up and down Karen's soft skin. Allison felt the gentle pressure of Karen's hands easing her head away from her tits. She sensed what Karen wanted.
Allison moved down on the bed, kissing and licking as she came closer to the black patch of hair between Karen's lush thighs. Climbing over Karen's outstretched leg, Allison settled herself between Karen's thighs, her eyes boring into the wet moistness of Karen's pussy meat. She touched her own pussy, at the same time putting her other hand on Karen's cunt, rubbing both simultaneously.
"Ummmm," Karen moaned, squirming down, capturing more of Allison's searching fingers in her hot, scalding cunt.
Allison slipped her fingers into Karen's elegant pussy, amazed at the power of the tugging motion of Karen's clinging cunt muscles. The tips of her fingers scratched the spongy walls, making Karen twist anxiously on the bed. The feeling was extraordinary. The heady scent of Karen's cunt invaded Allison's nostrils, filling her mind with perverted passion. She wanted to lick this beautiful woman. She wanted to taste the juice of her hot and inviting cunt.
"Lick meeee!" Karen wailed, her hips rolling as if on ball bearings, the bottom half of her jerking like a belly dancer. "Lick meee!" Karen screamed. She thrashed wildly, her arms sliding all over the spread and under the pillow. Karen touched something hard under the pillow and pulled it out. It was a vibrator. She blinked. "Use it on me," she urged, handing the vibrator to Allison.
The housewife blushed with the discovery of her mechanical fucker. She took the vibrator, her hand shaking as she contemplated using it on the hot, trembling nurse. She twisted the bottom. The steady hum of the tiny motor whirring to life made her twitch from the memories of the lonely nights and the compelling hardness of this ever-ready, always-present fucker.
"Put it on my clit," Karen begged, her soft bottom wriggling on the bed. "On my clit."
Allison's face was inches from Karen's bubbling pussy. She spread Karen's exquisitely soft cunt lips apart, relishing the gorgeous view of her open slit. Once the tip of the whirring vibrator hit her sex button, Karen bucked involuntarily. Allison slid back the protective sheath, exposing the hard, blood filled clit. Holding Karen's clit with her finger, she put the vibrator against the clit, planting the vibrator there firmly.
"Ohhhh!" Karen wailed, her body convulsing from the hard object's vibrations. She clawed at the bed, her head tossing from side to side, terrific sensations erupting in her clit and pussy. "Harder! Harder!"
Allison obliged her friend, pressing the vibrating tip hard against her clit, her fingers holding the tiny button.
"I'm coming!" Karen blurted. "Don't move it!" Karen's body quaked, her tits bounced, her mouth slackened as her climax seized control. The intense orgasm ripped through her pussy. Her hips arched up, slamming down on the bed as the final assault overtook her. She uttered garbled, incoherent sounds and, for a fleeting second, Karen froze, then collapsed back on the bed, shaking for a minute, her breath coming in loud raspy gulps.
"Shit!" Allison said in awe. "You came quick."
"It was just the beginning," Karen explained, rolling over and grabbing her large purse off the floor. She fished inside as she said, "The first climax is just the hors d'oeuvre. It sort of gets me ready for what I like best." She pulled out a large dildo with straps attached to it.
"What's that for?" Allison asked quizzically, her eyes wide in amazement.
"For you." Karen giggled, looking at the astonished Allison. "I want you to use the dildo on me. I told you we were gonna fuck and I meant that literally."
Allison didn't believe it. She sat up on the bed and watched Karen untangle the straps, the obscene cock dangling. The brutish shaft and tip was a menacing piece of hard, rubbery flesh.
"Stand up," Karen said, her voice still quivering from her orgasm and in anticipation of what she was planning. "I'll hook you up."
Allison stood beside the bed, allowing Karen to strap the grotesque thing to her body. Allison shivered in perverted delight as Karen fitted the giant prick against her pussy, some of the hard, pointed nubs digging into her clit as Karen strapped the dildo around her hips and between her legs, tightening the straps in the back.
"You're gonna love this," Karen moaned, ogling the huge cock jutting out from Allison's lush feminine legs. "When you fuck me with it, you'll get off too. The friction is powerful." Karen winked and rolled over on her belly.
Allison stared disbelievingly at the exquisite figure on the bed, then at the long, thick, rubber cock sticking out from her own cunt. It was eerie, one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. It brought to mind yesterday with Elliot and the way she was sliding on his cock and how his prick looked as if it belonged to her. Today she did have a cock.
She stroked the menacing cock with her hand, leering lewdly at Karen. Her eyes were bright flames of passion. "How do you want it, bitch?" Allison asked in a gruff voice, getting into the eroticism of it.
"In my asshole, honey!" Karen squealed, her ass arched as she got on all fours. "In my tiny asshole." Karen swiveled her hips, making her ass churn in circles.
Mesmerized by the prick between her legs and Karen's exposed asshole, Allison climbed behind the waiting girl, her heart pounding wildly in her breast. Each movement Allison made caused the friction of the dildo to irritate her clit, sending hot, erotic flashes throughout her body.
"Soak it in my pussy first," Karen suggested, resting on her forearms, her ass cheeks ready for the hard object. "Christ, you're gonna love it!"
Allison trembled. It was all some strange dream reversal. She gripped the huge dildo in her shaking hand and guided the false cock between the soft, creamy cheeks. Allison pushed the tip of the dildo into Karen's cunt, hearing the woman groan in pleasure. With the tip implanted inside Karen's pussy, Allison held Karen's ass cheeks apart and watched as she pushed the entire length of the formidable cock into the tight, wet confines of Karen's cunt.
"Ohmmmm," Karen groaned, rocking on her knees, her head bent down to the bed. "Ohhhh! Fuck! FUCK!"
Allison saw the length of the gigantic dildo disappear inside Karen's pussy. It was awesome and strange, being on the fucking end, seeing what a fantastic sight it was. Karen's spastic body squirmed, the movement making them both moan and twitch. The housewife fucked, watching, hypnotized by the long, bulky cock sliding in and out of the juicy hole of Karen's cunt.
"My ass! My ass!" Karen screamed, needing to feel the giant prick in her tight ass. "Hurry!"
Allison withdrew the greased, juice-laden cock from Karen's pussy. She spread the girl's jiggling ass cheeks, angling the fire-red tip of the rubber cock at Karen's tight, wrinkled asshole. Allison swallowed hard and pushed. The ring spread open, accepting the red tip. It was fascinating and she eased the prick in farther, the tight asshole gulping up the hard, rubber cock as fast as the dildo was being fed into Karen's body. The impersonal dildo brushed the inner walls of Karen's ass as it entered slowly, inch by inch.
"Uhhhh!" Karen cried from the torment, the pleasurable feelings of having her ass reamed making her body quiver with painful ecstasy. "All the way! All the way!"
Allison held Karen's wriggling ass and plunged the rest of the giant cock carefully into Karen's ass opening. Allison caressed Karen's smooth back, her hands running lovingly over Karen's slim hips and creamy ass cheeks. The pressure of the dildo strapped to Allison's body made her clit ache. Each movement scraped her clit. The tight straps expertly forced her clit to appear from its hiding place.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Karen urged, wanting to feel the fake, imbedded cock rip into her body. "Fuck meeee!"
Allison's head was spinning in heated delirium. She pulled the dildo out, then slammed hard back into Karen's asshole. The violence of the hard hitting jab almost made Allison keel over. The scraping on Allison's clit was almost too much pleasure to endure. Allison trembled and stopped, adjusting herself to the harshness of the friction on her exposed clit.
Karen wailed in delightful joy as the first powerful lunge from Allison made her body almost crumble. Karen's face reddened, her eyes glazed, her mouth opened, emitting heavy, ragged gasps. Karen pushed her ass back, not wanting the impassioned Allison to stop. "More! More!"
Allison obliged. She held Karen's hips tightly for balance. A cruel, passionate smile crossed Allison's face. From the first jab, she now knew what to expect. Allison wanted to give the gorgeous girl more. She could taste the desire in her throat. Allison's blood was boiling, and she knew, at least for this minute in time, that there was nothing more she wanted than to ravage Karen's vulnerable ass.
"YESSSS!" Allison screamed, pulling the massive cock out to the tip, then shoving the prick back into Karen's tight ass channel. "Yessss!" She slammed into Karen's ass, driving the huge, artificial cock to the hilt, the base banging viciously into Allison's exposed clit.
"Aggghhh!" Karen moaned, the pleasure unbearable, the pain exquisite as Allison rammed the cock in and out of her asshole in long, powerful jabs, from the tip of the prick, down the long shaft, to the base where it was strapped tightly to Allison's hips.
The friction on her clit drove Allison insane as she banged the rigid piece of cock into Karen's tight little ass. It was eerie, erotic and perverted, and Allison wallowed in its depravity. Faster and faster, she fucked the thick slab of cock into Karen's body. Allison's own head was a fuzzy mist of exquisite pleasure. The faster Allison fucked, the more exciting the pleasure.
Leaning on the side of her face, her mouth drooling, Karen reached under and took her own clit between two fingers. Karen mashed her clit between her fingers, the excruciating pain mixing with a myriad of sensations. She squirmed back, driving her dildo-stuffed ass at Allison, urging the hard, rubber cock to rip out her insides. She squirmed and almost keeled over from the powerful lunges as Allison fucked repeatedly into her hole, stretching her ass to its limit.
"Un! Un! Un!" Allison grunted in rhythm to the steady pounding she was giving Karen. Allison felt her clit, a raw piece of flesh now, throbbing. Her cunt pulsed against an empty canal. Juice oozed from her body in a jealous rage, yearning for the feel of a cock, any cock, even the fake cock she was fucking into Karen's accessible asshole.
"I'm ready!" Karen screamed, meeting each hard-driving lunge with a backward thrust of her own. "Ohhhh, Christ! I'm gonna come!" She bucked on the slicing cock that was invading her body through her ass in short, quick thrusts. Karen bolted backwards, her fingers twisting her tiny clit that was delicately mashed in her gripping fingers. She screamed, her piercing howl echoing in the bedroom as her body exploded in a ravaging orgasm.
Mesmerized by the beauty of Karen coming and the pleasure mounting in her own clit, Allison continued to fuck away at Karen's asshole. She couldn't stop now if she wanted to. It was impossible. Her own pussy was erupting in a fierce blast of earth-shaking climaxes. The base of the dildo was mashing against Allison's clit sadistically, taking her on a blind, humping ride into oblivion.
"I'm coming toooo!" Allison howled in unison with Karen's unearthly screams. "Ohhhh, my fucking shit!" She gripped Karen's sides, fucking her asshole with the rubber dildo, making Karen's tiny asshole fill up with cock. Allison's nipples swelled, ready to burst as Allison's cunt exploded in a million bolts of electricity.
Allison's tremulous orgasm wreaked havoc on her shaking body. She writhed, almost losing her balance from the intensity of the orgasm that tore through her body like a storm raging out to sea.
The two hot women fucked at each other, Allison from the rear, Karen pushing back against her. Each push of the dildo caused Karen's ass cheeks to slap against Allison's lunging groin. The fleshy slaps echoed in the room, blending with the rising crescendo of their passionate screams.
"Harder! Harder!" Karen wailed, wanting the climax to send her hurtling through space. "Harder!" She braced herself, her body overwrought with the onslaught of Allison's fucking. Allison drove the solid rubber cock with one mindless jab after another.
In the back of her mind, Allison felt herself being lifted and tossed about. She was in pain, excruciating pain, from the hardness of the rigid dildo as the base pounded into her explosive clit, vulnerable without the safety of its protective covering. She fucked the cock into Karen's twisting and swinging ass, screwing the menacing prick deep into Karen's writhing, seething, distraught body.
Allison snapped her head back, the blood rushing to her pussy as her cunt pulsed madly against itself. She roared a hollow yell and jerked, fucking the cock into Karen's ass again and again. One last gasp escaped her drooling mouth, and Allison fell forward on Karen, too weak to remain on her knees.
Both women fell to the bed, panting and moaning from the tremendous orgasms that they had shared. Karen, underneath, still twitched, her fingers glued to her clit, and Allison, her hips jerking as the last of her spasms surged through her body.
"Ohhhh, Karen!" Allison groaned, trying to move. She was trapped by the cock that was strapped to her and imbedded in Karen's ass. Using what strength she had left, Allison pulled out the huge cock and collapsed on her back, tingling with the aftermath of her orgasm.
Karen rolled over, her tits heaving, her ass aching, sore from the fucking her ass had received. "It was fantastic," Karen sighed, blinking, trying to regain her composure.
"Yes," Allison panted. "It was different."
The two women, locked in an embrace, content for the moment, drifted off into a restful dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Allison stepped out of the shower, took the towel off from around her head and fluffed her hair with her long, slender fingers. Her summer tan glistened with beads of water. She pulled on a red terry robe that tickled her thigh, the cloth absorbing the droplets off her wet skin.
She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, not seeing any change in her from the fuck with Karen yesterday. Not that she expected to change. It was just that old ideas and prejudices die hard. She slashed a bright pink lipstick across her mouth, giving her lips a glistening-wet appearance.
She stepped into her high-heel bedroom pumps and left the bathroom, content to just hang around the house for the day and reflect on her erotic episodes of this past week.
Sitting at the kitchen table, she poured herself a cup of coffee, glancing casually at the newspaper Grant had strewn across the table before he left for his rounds at the hospital. She frowned, wishing he had taken advantage of her sexual advances this morning, but, as always, he claimed he had no time.
There were times she wished Grant wasn't a doctor, but those brief moments passed. She knew being a doctor was the only thing that made him happy. If only they could share the good times like they used to. She sipped the black, steaming liquid. It's his involvement with investing that really keeps him away, she thought as she admired the fully blossomed trees and neatly cut backyard lawn.
The doorbell rang, the chimes filling the house with soft music. She ignored the ring and finished her coffee. A nice, relaxing day, contemplating yesterday's splendid orgasm, was all that she wanted.
Annoyed at the unknown caller, Allison finally gave into the incessant ringing. She opened the door, a curious smile on her lips.
"Johnny? What can I do for you this morning?"
Johnny ogled the beautiful Mrs. Philips. He blushed as his bright, innocent eyes glared at her short robe and long, evenly tanned legs. "I locked myself out of the house this morning, and my parents are over at my aunt's," he explained, feeling embarrassed. "I want to give them a call and tell them I'll be over at the Ferguson's house with Billy. I don't want them to worry."
"It's very thoughtful of you, Johnny," Allison said. "Come on in. The phone's in the kitchen. You can join me for breakfast."
Johnny walked by her, his head spinning from the fresh, clean scent of her body. "I appreciate the use of your phone, Mrs. Philips, but I couldn't stay for breakfast."
Allison showed him to the kitchen. "I insist."
She touched his arm, making him quiver inside. "If you insist, Mrs. Philips."
"What'll you have?" she asked, glad he had consented. A little time with her neighbor's son would be nice company.
"Cereal will be just fine," he said, not wanting her to go to any trouble. He dialed and waited, one eye following Allison as she prepared breakfast.
"Oh, hi, Aunt Mary," he said, the voice on the other end breaking into his horny thoughts. "Tell Mom I'll be at Billy's. They can pick me up there tonight. Okay?" He sighed with relief when his aunt agreed and didn't tie him up on the phone. He wanted to spend as much time as possible staring at Mrs. Philips before she chased him out of the house.
"Is everything all right?" Allison asked, setting a place for the young boy at the table.
"Fine," Johnny said timidly, sitting down, angling his chair so he could watch her. He could feel an ache in his cock as he ogled her long, slender legs, her heels accentuating the perfect contour of her calves. To Johnny, Allison was the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood, and he had spent many a night with his hand on his cock, his eyes closed, in his mind a vision of her magnificent body spread naked on his bed as he creamed all over his hand, whipping his prick to a ferocious orgasm.
"What are you thinking?" Allison asked softly, pouring the milk into his bowl.
"Oh, nothing," he blurted, his face getting hot. It felt almost as if she had caught him playing with himself. He forced himself not to stare at her and concentrated on the cereal in front of him.
Allison poured another cup of coffee for herself and sat down, crossing her legs. The bottom of the robe fell away, exposing a fair amount of her thigh to the boy's horny stare. She sipped her steaming coffee, watching Johnny as he stole glances at her thigh.
"You're growing up," Allison said, breaking the silence with idle conversation. "I think you've grown a whole foot since the beginning of the summer."
Johnny grinned boyishly. "My mother says I'm a weed."
"You're handsome too," Allison added. "I'll bet all the girls are crazy about you."
"Not really," Johnny said, his face blushing two shades of pink.
"Don't be so modest," Allison said, leaning forward, the top of her robe parting slightly, exposing some of the sweet, creamy flesh of her full, succulent tits. "I'll bet you got a girl friend or two tucked away somewhere."
"There is one girl," Johnny confessed, eating while he talked, hiding his shyness.
"She likes you?"
"I think so," he said, finishing his cereal.
"I'm sure she does, Johnny," Allison assured him. "Would you like some juice?"
Johnny nodded, his eyes on the robe where it had uncovered a good portion of her tits. He could feel his cock growing stiff in his pants.
She passed him, her hip accidently brushing his shoulder. At the refrigerator, she poured a glass of juice and opened more of her robe, leaving only her nipples covered by the terry material. She found herself enjoying this innocent act of exhibitionism and wondered how far she would let it go before cutting the young boy off with enough memories to keep him in wet dreams for a year.
She brought the juice to the table and set it down, her body brushing against him again. She sat down, carelessly crossing her leg. From the look in his wide-eyed stare, she knew he had caught a brief glimpse of her pussy. She smiled at him. "Drink your juice. It'll give you strength."
Johnny's eyes had bugged out from the quick look at her pussy. He was sure he had seen her cunt hair and the way she was sitting ... her tits . . . Christ! Her tits were hanging out! He gulped and took a big swallow of the juice, his eyes fixed on her deep, erotic clevage.
"Do you fuck with your girl friend?" Allison asked as casually as she could, keeping her voice steady, though it was difficult.
Johnny looked at her, not believing what she had asked. "Huh?" His mouth dropped open.
"You heard me," she cooed. "Don't be shy. I'm a big girl."
"N-no," he stammered. "She doesn't let me."
Allison winked at the handsome boy. He was wearing a tee shirt and jeans. "Ohhhh. It's a shame. It can be a lot of fun." She stretched out, her tits almost falling out of the opened robe. She heard him gasp, and she stifled a giggle, not wanting to embarrass him.
"Are you staring at me?" she asked softly, her green eyes dancing with devilment.
She leaned forward, her forearms resting on her thighs, her tits pushed together, only the nipples covered. He blinked, trying to concentrate on her sexy voice, but found it difficult with the view she was presenting him.
"You are staring," she teased, sitting back up. "You shouldn't be looking at me like that."
"I'm sorry," he blurted. "I couldn't help it."
Allison sighed, catching a glimpse of the bulge of his prick in his pants. She looked at him with new interest. No longer was he a boy she could tease. He was a young man with a cock, a hard cock, that she realized she wanted. "Have you ever seen your girl friend's tits?" she asked bluntly, testing his reaction.
"Uh, un!" he answered, his mouth agape, his eyes glassy with passion as he stared openly at her, her words ringing in his ears.
Allison stood up and walked slowly over to the boy, her heart beating wildly. What she was about to do was something she had never thought about before. In a way it was insane, but the ache in her cunt didn't care that he was only a boy. Her pussy walls pulsed, impatient for the boy's bulging prick.
Daringly taking his hand in her own, she put his hand inside her robe, placing the boy's sweaty palm on the soft flesh of her plump, ripe tit. "Squeeze it, Johnny," she sighed, her breathing shallow and loud. "Feel me."
Johnny's cock was throbbing, aching in the tight confines of his jeans. His hand cupped her full, gorgeous tit. He could feel the nipple growing hard against his sweaty hand. He moaned as her hand squeezed his, causing his fingers to sink into her supple flesh.
"I like that," she sighed, her breathing rapid. She leaned against him for support, cradling his head against her side as he fondled the pliant flesh of her tit. "Rub both my tits, Johnny."
Looking straight ahead, Johnny's hand roamed Allison's tits, over both fleshy globes, in the dark crevice, under the flesh and over the nipple. He was seeing them with his hand, like a blind person discovering a new object. He was lost in this new world of touch. His mouth was parched and his eyes were watery. All sensations were bigger than life, more pronounced.
Allison moaned, rocking on her heels as she reveled in the groping, exploring touch of the young boy. She brought his other hand around her waist and trembled as it grasped one of the cheeks of her ass. "Go under the robe, Johnny," she whispered. "Touch me all over."
Johnny, willing to oblige the hot and beautiful housewife, inched down her body. Finding the hem of her robe, his hand slipped under, caressing the soft skin of her thigh. His hand moved up, touching her ass cheek. He shook from the contact. He traced a path along her ass crack, dying to go between her thighs and feel her pussy. He had heard so many things about pussies, so many different, exciting things.
Allison sensed his desire and spread her legs slightly, allowing the boy room to satisfy his hidden desire. "Anywhere," she urged. "Don't be shy."
Although he was shy, Johnny didn't intend to let this golden opportunity go by without finding out everything he could, experiencing anything he could. His hand slid between her thighs from the back, the tips of his fingers being the first part of his body to make contact with her damp pussy. "Unnnn," he uttered, the juice of her hot, foaming cunt seeping onto his fingers as they glided along the wet gash of her pussy.
"Ooooo," she sighed. "I like it." She squirmed. His hand was making her blood boil. She wanted this boy's cock so bad that her stomach ached. Cramps clawed desperately at her loins.
Johnny touched her hidden, secret parts, kneading the softness of her tits, and his fingers greased along the gash of her hot cunt. He wanted to see what wonders he was touching, but she held him, keeping his head immobile, steadfastly against her, forcing him to stare ahead.
"Put your fingers in my pussy," she rasped, her head spinning with lust from the boy's probing hands. "Finger me!"
Johnny obeyed, willingly, wanting to do whatever she asked as long as she didn't make him leave. What was happening now was the most spectacular thing that had ever happened in all his years.
"Ummm," Allison moaned. She gripped his head tighter, swaying on her feet as his fingers glided into her hot, juice soaked pussy.
Johnny gasped. The heat from her cunt warmed his searching fingers as he explored the spongy wetness of her oozing pussy. He could feel the walls of her cunt pulse, trying to capture his squirming fingertips as they probed inside the hot pussy.
Her chest heaving, her stomach churning, Allison pulled away from the young boy, her body a fiery furnace of passion. She looked at him ogling her. Slowly, her eyes looked onto his eyes, she opened the robe completely, letting it drop to the floor, a silent puddle of terry cloth at her feet.
Johnny blinked, not believing the beauty his eyes beheld. Never had he seen anyone this gorgeous. The centerfolds, the dirty pictures he had leered at with his friends, nothing compared with her. She was a vision, a vision he could touch, feel, smell. Her erotic scent permeated the air around him, blending with her perfumed body. The touch of her still lingered on his fingertips.
Allison, her face flushed and burning, offered Johnny her hand. "Come with me," she said, her voice hot and sensual. "Upstairs."
As if in a trance, Johnny followed, his eyes glued to the two matching cheeks of flesh that jiggled slightly with each stride. His eyes burned into her body as they climbed the stairs. His mouth, inches from her white, creamy ass that contrasted with her tanned body, salivated with the desire to lick her, lick her inside the hot, dark crack that divided her ass.
Allison held the railing as she climbed the stairs, her legs rubbery, her body feeling like jello. She could feel his eyes burning into her ass, and it made her cunt pulse. The bubbly juices that oozed from her pussy walls seeped like a flood from her cunt.
They entered her bedroom, and she led him over to the bed. "Sit," she said, swallowing hard as she stood in front of him.
Johnny sat on the edge, mesmerized by the sheer, radiant beauty of Allison. He wanted to grab her, squeeze her to him and kiss every inch of her body but didn't, afraid that her image would fade away like a mirage.
Looking like a naked goddess, Allison melted to the floor. On her knees, she looked at him with passion-filled eyes. Her hands went to his crotch, her eyes still locked onto his..She fumbled with his zipper, watching a nervous tic at the corner of his mouth as she slid the fly down. The scratching of his metal zipper echoed in the room as they both stared hungrily at each other, both silent; Allison wanted to teach and give pleasure to the young boy and Johnny wanted to take everything she had to offer.
With her eyes staring deeply into Johnny's, Allison fished inside his pants, pulling out his hard, throbbing boner. Then she looked away from his face and gazed down at his cock. She was happily surprised as she gripped his prick in her hand. It was long, almost as thick as a man's. "Ohhh, Johnny!" she sighed. "Your cock is so big!"
Johnny looked shocked at his next-door neighbor, the woman of his wet dreams. She was actually kneeling between his legs, his cock in her hands, and she was praising him. Allison stroked his prick lovingly. Her body was taut with desire, yet the urgency wasn't present. With Johnny, she found she could control her emotions, keep them in check. Her control added to the sensuality of the whole situation. The feeling was a welcome change, and she thrived on it, wallowing in his innocence and his complete willingness to let her lead.
"Stand up," she sighed, fumbling with his belt. As he stood, she pulled down his jeans and shorts, his long, throbbing cock brushing against her cheek. The contact made her quiver. She pushed him back on the bed and pulled at his clothes, stripping them from his body until he was naked from the waist down.
"You're handsome," she moaned, stroking his boyish, muscular legs. "Take off your shirt."
Johnny did as he was told, stripping off the tee shirt quickly and throwing it on the floor. He panted. His cock bulged at the seams, ready to burst from the mounting pressure as blood surged through his pounding shaft. He sucked in his breath, his heart trying to escape through his mouth, as he felt Allison's hot breath on his thighs and cock.
Allison, caught up in the wonders of the young boy, stroked his prick, not realizing the tremendous amount of passion she had awakened in his body. She felt his cock swell, and at once, knew she had played too much. He was going to come. She looked up at his face. His eyes confirmed his climax. She saw the quiet desperation in his eyes and knew he couldn't hold back.
"Come," she whispered, holding his cock. "Come!"
"Aghhhh!" Johnny groaned as his prick exploded. Her hand flew up and down his spurting shaft. He jerked on the bed, his ass humping off the spread, his hips rocking as he spewed his load of jism all over his belly and legs.
Allison watched, hypnotized by the amount of youthful jism squirting from his cockhead. She ogled his flushed face and his jerking body. Her hand squeezed his cock shaft in rhythm to his spurts. His cum splattered on her face, and she blinked, her hand never leaving his cock.
Johnny fell headlong into the throes of his orgasm, fucking her hand violently with his cock, his jism lessening and his orgasm quickly dying. He was done. He lay there, ashamed to look at his beautiful next-door neighbor, afraid she would laugh. He had blown his chance to make an impression on this vision of sexual beauty. He could feel her hand still squeezing and handling his cock, and his hips jerked imperceptibly, the pressure of her tight grip squeezing out the last drops of his cum juice.
Not looking at her, he tried to get his prick out of her grasp, wanting only to dress and leave. I'm sorry, he muttered.
" I couldn't" ............He didn't bother to finish the sentence. It was useless
CHAPTER SIX
Allison stood up, gazing at Johnny as he tried to avoid her eyes. "It's nothing," she soothed. She sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his thigh. "It was nothing. In fact, it'll make the next one better. There's no rush."
"The next one?" he asked, not believing he heard right.
"Of course," she said, wiping the jbm from her cheek and licking it off her fingers to the astonishment of the young teen-age boy. "You'll be more relaxed."
He looked down at his body. Wads of cum were scattered all over him. He frowned. "Can I go and clean up?"
"I'll do it," she said gently, wanting with all of her heart to put the young boy at ease. "I'll lick it off." She winked and lowered her head. To his amazement, she licked his belly, lapping up the gobs of cum and swallowing them hungrily, enjoying the tangy taste of his youthful jism.
Johnny moaned as her tongue tantalized his body, making him tingle all over. He didn't believe the extraordinary things she was doing to him with her mouth. He reveled in the pleasure of her hot, wet tongue licking his tingling flesh.
Allixon licked his skin, wetting the muscular part of his thighs. She nibbled delightfully, relishing the joy of turning a boy into a man. Her hands caressed him over his flat, muscle rippled stomach.
Allison's hand roamed freely over his young body. She grasped his limp prick in her delicate hand, massaging the soft, meaty cock. Her mouth came away from his thighs and she ogled his prick in her tight clutch. Putting her red lips to his prick, she licked away the pearl drops that seeped from his piss-slot as she squeezed his cock, draining his prick of the last drops of his cum. She sucked, her mouth engulfing his warm prick head.
"Ooooohhh, Mrs. Philips!" Johnny moaned, not believing she had actually put his prick into her mouth. "Uhhhh!"
She flashed her tongue around the head, rubbing the remaining jism into his belly. She came off his cock, wanting him to relax before she got him hard again. Her mouth licked the sticky film on his stomach, lapping his cum with her tongue. She worked up to his chest and nibbled on his nipples, forcing Johnny to whimper in ragged pleasure.
Her cunt was aching for his cock, but she denied herself. This joy with the handsome young man was too good to waste in a few quick moments. She sucked on his chest, flicking her tongue across his nipples in the way she enjoyed having a mouth play on her own tits.
"You taste so good!" she moaned, staring at him. Her eyes were green crystals of passion. "You're tender and chewy."
Johnny gazed at the beautiful woman. He touched her, his hands seeking out her tits as they jiggled with her every move. He squeezed her tits in his hands, wanting to suck her like she was sucking him. "Can I?" he asked, his mouth watering for her flesh.
"Anything you want, Johnny," she sighed, coming away from him. "Anything."
She hung her plump, milk white tits over his flushed and excited face, two glorious mounds for his enjoyment. She shook them at him, making them bounce and jiggle like erotic jello.
Johnny pulled on her tits, his eyes watching, fascinated with her erotic flesh. He licked her tits, wetting her wriggling tits as she had done to him. He sucked on the pink, swollen nipple, his teeth grazing along the rubbery tips. He heard her moan, and it thrilled him to know he was giving the woman pleasure.
"Oooooh, yessss, Johnny!" she cried, every nerve in her body alive in preparation for the final assault on this young, eager boy. Each greedy suck from his hungry mouth made her cunt twitch with expectant pleasure. She crawled around above him, keeping her tits available for his mouth. Gazing at his prick, she saw the limp piece of handsome flesh gain new life and it pleased her. It wouldn't be long before her cunt would have the pleasure of his cock.
Johnny's hands explored her body, his mouth sucking and chewing on her tits. His hands roved down her soft sides to her hips. Boldly, he massaged her ass cheeks, running up and down the dark crack with the tips of his fingers, his arms extended. He gulped at her tits. The tips of his fingers touched the puffy lips of her cunt and the hot juices seeping from inside her pussy.
Unconsciously, he pushed her down toward his cock in his desire to see her hot dripping cunt. His body was on fire, and he lifted his head, his tongue licking her flesh as she moved her tits away from his mouth.
Allison, sensing what the boy wanted, inched downward to his cock, relishing the pleasure of his mouth as he licked and nibbled on her rib cage and belly. Her tits slid along his long, muscular frame as she worked her way to his prick, her mouth working like his, nibbling and kissing his body.
With her thighs straddling his face, Johnny leaned back and gazed up at Allison's hot, glistening pussy. To the young boy, whose only contact with cunt was through magazines, it was the most wonderful and erotic sight of his life. All of his fantasies, all of his desires, all of his wet dreams and images lie in the beautiful, exquisite pussy above his face.
With his hands trembling, he caressed the back of her thighs. The swollen lips of her cunt drew his inquisitive hands to her pussy's bubbling heat. He gulped, toying with her puffy flesh, enraptured by her cunt. He watched his fingers delve inside her pussy, the exuding heat making him shake. He flicked his fingers inside. He saw the cunt juice form a sticky film on his knuckles, and he swallowed, his throat constricted with passionate lust.
Allison trembled above the curious boy, shaking with the desire she held back. She wanted to give him the fuck of his newborn sex life. She stroked his cock with a gentle motion, in rhythm with his probing fingers as he tormented her pussy. She rocked on him, her mind swimming with lust for the boy's prick. She had played long and tediously with him.
The pressure was becoming unbearable. She needed his prick, needed his cock with an urgency that grew with each hot, sensuous second.
"Ohhhh, Johnny!" she moaned, opening her mouth in wonder, taking his semihard prick between her lips. She sucked eagerly, wanting to revive the sleeping cock, wanting to pour back the life his prick had spewed from its tip only a short time ago.
With the contact of Allison's mouth on his cock, Johnny almost came. She was sucking him, sucking his cock like she did in his dreams. It was fantastic! "Uhhhh," he groaned, gaping up at the pussy, inches from his mouth. His hands came away from her cunt and gripped the cheeks of her ass. In one lustful gesture, the young boy pulled the woman's pussy to his mouth. His body shook with the contact, the hot juice burning his lips.
"Unnnn," she groaned as his mouth touched her pussy. She swished his prick in her mouth, from cheek to cheek in a concerted effort to make his cock rise up again in triumph, to grow strong and hard, to fill the aching void in her pussy. She sucked and licked, her teeth chewing frantically on the boy's slowly growing, fleshy cock.
The more Allison chewed on Johnny's cock, the hotter and more passionate the young boy became. In an effort to please the hot and horny woman, he sucked on her cunt, drawing the velvety-soft, loose flesh of her pussy lips into his mouth. He sucked, the hot juices and heavenly smell driving him insane with desire. His hands kneaded the flesh of her ass, his mouth gobbled ravenously on her pussy, and his tongue darted inside her boiling, juicy cunt hole, where moments ago his fingers had explored so tentatively.
Allison became engrossed in his cock. His mouth was making her crazy. She had never expected his daring, his boldness. His tongue was reaming her cunt, making her desperate. She wriggled her pussy on the boy's face, creaming him with her pussy juice as she gobbled voraciously on his prick, feeling the life begin to stir in the once limp, meaty cock shaft.
Johnny's hips rotated, his ass humping off the bed as he fucked her mouth with his raging hard-on. His hands roamed frantically over the back of her thighs and ass cheeks. His fingers moved closer to her puckered asshole. His tongue flicked across her blood filled clit. He swallowed, juice pouring from her cunt as he gulped and chewed with fervency.
Allison fucked his face, tiny explosions erupting in her pussy each time her sensitive clit hit the boy's teeth. She gurgled on his prick as she sucked him to hardness again. Her mouth bobbed like a machine, bringing strength to his now-erect cock. She gagged as his prick rammed into her throat. He had a hard, steely prick, ready for some serious fucking. Her wet, hungry mouth popped off his cock, and she gasped, reveling in the exuberance of Johnny's mouth as he tongued her pussy to a feverish pitch.
Rocking her hips caused her cunt to slide easily across his mouth. The explosions inside her pussy grew more intense, growing into small, powerful orgasms, a prelude of what was to come. She lifted her head, staring at his cock, a long, massive prick swelling with vitality and power. She moved her cunt over the boy, getting her body keyed to the moment when she would plunge down on his prick and swallow his cock with her aching cunt.
Johnny's hips continued to fuck even though there was no mouth glued to his cock shaft. He sucked, his face drenched with pussy juice, his tongue searching between her pussy lips. He rubbed her skin as she labored over his face with her wet, creamy cunt.
Sucking in her breath, she used all of her will power to pull her pussy away from his fabulous mouth. Panting, she turned around, looking down into his flushed face covered with her juices. "We're going to fuck!" she groaned, her voice hoarse, cracking. "I want your cock in me! Ram your prick in my pussy!"
Johnny nodded. He belonged to the beautiful next door neighbor. He watched her, hypnotized by her beauty and sexuality as she climbed over his prick, her thighs sandwiching his hips. He moaned, anticipating the pleasure of what she was about to do. It was the ultimate feeling. His cock, at long last, was going where his fingers and tongue had preceded his prick shaft. He waited, his body tight, ready for the final joy.
Allison greased his prick methodically with her juices, wanting to bring as much power to his cock as possible. She held his prick, stroking the cockhead through her reddish cunt, banging the purplish prick head on her clit. Tiny bursts of orgasms rippled through her body, each one sending hot, licking flames into her cunt.
She laid his cock on his belly and worked the pussy juice into his taut prick, rocking herself back and forth over his cock. "Ohhhh, Johnny!" she moaned, knowing that a climax was going to happen.
Johnny saw her imminent orgasm in her green, fiery eyes. "Ohhh, Mrs. Philips!" he howled in pleasure. "Ohhhh!"
Allison wallowed in the sound of his voice calling her "Mrs. Philips." She slammed her hips down, devouring his cock with her pussy in one avaricious gulp. She stayed impaled, holding his prick inside her pussy, the muscles milking, pulsing, throbbing with a cock to cling to.
To Johnny, fucking was greater than he had ever dreamed of. The heat from her cunt roared like a furnace, a furnace that wanted to melt his prick alive! He could feel her cunt muscles pulsing against his shaft forcefully, trying to pull the jism from his balls in one powerful tug. "Ahhhh!" he moaned, his body on fire. He tossed on the bed, unable to control his actions. He was lost to the pussy that held him captive. He jerked up, his eyes settling on her tits and face.
Allison looked down at the young boy beneath her, his prick buried deep inside her cunt channel. She saw the joy and passion on his face, and she wrenched her hips, turning the boy's joy into agonizing pleasure. She leaned forward, dangling her tits into the boy's flushed and excited face. The action made her cunt flow with a river of pussy cream, coating his prick shaft from the cockhead to its base.
"Agggghhh!" she wailed, trembling as her body rippled with passion. She screamed again, shaking from the scraping of her clit, still raw from Karen's dildo.
Johnny pawed at her tits, his mind fuzzy, spinning in a new world, a world of sensation and pleasure. He arched his ass up off the bed, hurtling his cock deep into Allison's pussy.
She looked at him, urging him on with her eyes. "Fuck me, Johnny! FUCK ME!"
Johnny drove his prick into her cunt with rapid, successive lunges. He grunted, using all of his power to fuck his prick into the beautiful woman who was above him, tormenting him with her voice, her eyes, and her boiling-hot pussy.
"Yesssss!" she hissed, tossing her head back, her long, red hair flowing across her soft shoulders. "Yesssss!"
Each upward lunge of his cock made her eyes water with seething passion. She met his power with passionate strength of her own. She slammed down viciously, grinding her pussy into his groin. She used her cunt to manipulate his fucking cock as they raced headlong toward the ultimate goal-their mutual climax and satisfaction.
They battled each other, the child losing his innocence and the housewife satisfying the fire her husband ignored. Their flesh slapped wetly against each other. Allison, with her head swaying and her tits bouncing, ground her cunt down on the strong, passion-crazed boy. Johnny drove his cock up into Allison, forcing his prick deeper into her cunt with each lunge.
"I'm going to come!" she screamed, her body swept up in her onrushing climax. "OHHHH!"
She bucked on the young body which was fucking up at her in return. She clawed the air, her body exploding from being held in check for so long. She gurgled deeply. Her eyes dilated in lustful rage as her body reached the apex of orgasm and remained there, stranded. Every nerve exploded in one simultaneous orgasm, beginning in her cunt and sweeping outward to encompass every inch of her gorgeous, fiery flesh.
Johnny was amazed at the power of the woman as she thrashed and whipped her pussy on his cock. Jabbing his prick into her cunt, his body became caught up in the whirlwind of her climax. His prick swelled, and he knew he was on the verge again. "Meeeee too!" he howled, not believing the intensity of the exquisite pleasure happening in his own body. The joy he was receiving greatly mounted as his cock jettisoned gobs of jism into Allison's hot, wet pussy. Cum squirted out in a thick, powerful jet stream, filling her already-drenched cunt. His jism mingled with her juices, squishing inside her cunt hole as he jammed his prick up into her, fast and furious.
"Johnny!" she ranted, her head snapping back, her tits bouncing erratically, her swollen nipples to the bursting point. She felt his hot cum burn a path into her pussy. Another explosion racked her body, meshing with his squirting prick as they both were engulfed in their own orgasms.
Their voices filled the room, mindless screams and grunts with no meaning, only gargled noises. Their climaxes fed the flames of their fucking. Their bodies fucked together like a seesaw.
Johnny arched up, rocking and thumping his hips, fucking his cock into her tortured body. His prick filled her hole and felt the muscles of her pulsing cunt exerting pressure on his squirting cock shaft, attempting to rip his prick out each time she slipped her pussy around his dick. "Uggghhhh!" he grunted, mindlessly fucking the beautiful woman until his head was dizzy, the blood escaping his brain as it rushed to his cock. His face was red and his skin glowed pink. His cock felt like it was bursting.
The last orgasm blasted through Allison's cunt hole, tossing her about on the young, teen-age boy. She fell forward and held herself steady, her arms propped stiffly for support. She remained there, as the boy twitched and finished beneath her.
"Ohhhh, Mrs. Philips!" he gasped, dropping down from the fiery heights of his orgasm. "I . . . I . . ."
She saw his still-innocent face and put a finger to his lips. "Don't say a word. It was my pleasure entirely." She rolled on her back. She loved fucking with Johnny and hoped someday, if she had a son, a woman, a gentle woman, would show him the way of sex and its fantastic pleasures the same way she had with Johnny.
"You'd better get dressed," she said. The idea of having children saddened her. With the way things were going with her husband, Grant, she didn't see a pleasant future for them. She realized that what she was doing was only a stopgap measure, a small pleasure compared with the magnitude of happiness she once had had with Grant.
She didn't bother covering up as Johnny stood at the door, dressed to leave. "I'll never forget it, Johnny," she said gently. "It'll always be our secret."
Johnny nodded, knowing he would never breathe a word about their fabulous fuck. She had answered all of his dreams, and he intended to cherish them forever. "Bye, Mrs. Philips."
"Bye, Johnny." She watched him leave the bedroom, then waited for his footsteps to reach the front door. She listened to the click of the door closing. She lay back in bed, deciding. She was determined to enjoy these small pleasures until Grant either worked at making their marriage work or they split. She shuddered at the horrible thought of divorce from Grant.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Allison looked at herself in the mirror. Her long, red hair cascaded over her soft, creamy shoulders. Her tits pressed against the thin material of her skimpy top. The soft flesh of her tits jiggled just the right amount over the low-cut neckline while her nipples, hard and erect, pushed against the material. She smoothed her hands over her hips and the velvet shorts that clung deliciously to her ass. Her midriff, a creamy, golden tan, peeked from between the two pieces of sexy clothing.
She winked at herself and turned, peering over her shoulder at the mirrored reflection of her ass. Her white ass cheeks peeked out under the snug, purple shorts, a striking contrast to her tanned legs. She shook her hips suggestively and giggled. It was going to be a great day, jogging in the park and maybe . . . She hurried from the bedroom, knowing it wouldn't take her long in this outfit to pick up a man for the rest of the morning.
Downstairs, she reached the door when the phone rang. "Damn it!" she cursed, going into the living room. She reached the phone and stared down at the impersonal object, knowing it was Grant with some other reason for not coming home on his free afternoon. She shrugged and decided not to answer it. "The hell with you!" she said aloud. "You're not going to spoil my day."
She reached the door again and opened it. "Ooops!" she said, surprised, almost knocking a man over as she stepped outside her door. "I didn't know anyone was here."
Ralph Ingles caught her in his arms. "It's my pleasure," he said, helping her balance herself. "You must be Mrs. Philips."
"Yes?" She eyed him curiously, taking in his broad shoulders and handsomely tanned face with an intense stare. "What can I do for you?"
"I'd like to speak to your husband."
"About what?" she asked, liking the way he was ogling her body from his dark, brooding eyes.
"Real estate," he said, giving her his best smile. "Your husband said he'd be home this afternoon. I have a piece of property for him to see."
A cunning smile played at her sensuous mouth. "Come on in," she said smoothly. "He's not home now, but you can wait."
"Thanks." He walked by Allison, getting a heavenly scent of her erotic perfume. He had to move by her at an angle. She didn't give him much room to get by, and he wondered if the beautiful housewife wanted him to bang into her nice, full ripe tits.
"Follow me," Allison said, swinging her hips as she walked. "Would you like a drink while you wait?"
"It's a little early, but what the hell? I can't say no to a beautiful woman."
"Have a seat," she offered, going to the bar. She mixed two drinks and quickly brought them over. She handed him one and sat on the arm of his chair, her bare leg invitingly close, her arm draped across the back of the chair.
"Do you handle all of my husband's real estate deals?" she asked, sipping her drink and toying with the idea of spending her morning teasing the man instead of jogging.
"Most of it," he said. The closeness of her sensuous figure was making him warm.
"Ohhhh," she said, thrilled that, at last, she was meeting one of the culprits who constantly stole Grant away during all of his free time, depriving her of his company. She smiled, knowing it wasn't totally the salesman's fault.
It was Grant's obsession. "You haven't told me your name."
He took half the drink in one swallow. "It's Ralph."
"You can call me Ah," she mewled, her thigh bumping against him, grazing his arm. "Would you like another?"
"Not really. This is just fine." He looked at his watch. "What time will Grant be home?"
"I really don't know," she said innocently. "What time did he tell you to be here?"
"He didn't. He just mentioned he'd be home this afternoon."
"I guess he's looking into another deal," she said flatly. She got up and walked back to the bar, her hips swinging enticingly. She knew he was watching her every move, and it thrilled her. She freshened her drink and came back, giving him her best and most seductive smile.
"He's very investment conscious," Ralph noted. "Wants to provide for your future."
Allison sneered. "I'd be happier if he provided for my present," she said, sitting back on the arm of the chair. "I hardly ever see him. He's always out with someone like you, talking about deals."
"He wants to provide for you," Ralph reiterated.
Allison polished off the refill and stood in front of him, a sly, evil smile on her lips. "He doesn't provide. You know, he never has time for anything." She licked her lips and winked. "I get sooo damn horny just sitting around."
Ralph finished his drink, staring openly at the beautiful woman. Her hand was on her curved-out hip, her long slender legs were spread, and her shorts were snugged tight, outlining her pussy. "I find that hard to believe," he said, his voice catching in his throat.
"Maybe I should do something about it," she teased, the crotch of her shorts damp from her erotic thoughts.
Ralph could feel his cock stiffening, and he wanted to make a pass in the worst way, but her husband ... he couldn't chance the deal. Besides, she was probably only fooling around.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, her tits straining against the flimsy purple top. "Are you thinking about fucking me?"
"No," Ralph lied. "I was thinking about that piece of property I want to show your husband." He wanted to show her his cock, but he didn't think she'd go for it, no matter how brazen she was acting.
"Christ!" Allison said, exasperated. "Is that all you men ever think about? Money, money, money! What about sex?"
"I think about sex," Ralph said, defending his ego, an expansive grin on his handsome face. "I think about it a lot."
"You don't seem to be thinking about it now," she sighed, her green eyes burning into his. Her tits heaved with each breath, and she stepped closer to him. "What do you think of, when you look at me?"
"A lot of things," Ralph replied, purposely being vague. He told himself he was here to sell real estate, not fuck the client's wife.
"Like what?" She jutted out her tits proudly.
"Like what it would be like to fuck you in bed," he said pointedly, hoping that would either end the conversation or start something really rolling between them.
"Oh! Now we're getting somewhere," she teased, licking her lips. "I'm glad you're not like Grant." Starting at her belly, she slid her hands up her rib cage and over the abundant flesh of her tits.
"Would you like me to take this off?" she asked, wanting to torment this man.
"Whatever you want," Ralph said, still biding his time. He ogled her, his dark eyes trying to penetrate the skimpy top. His cock ached for a shot at fucking this hot and gorgeous woman. "Do you have the nerve?" he added, hoping maybe to dare her into letting him see her huge tits.
"I've got the nerve," she whispered hoarsely. The conversation was making her nervously hot. His eyes bore into her flesh. Her fingers played at the hem at her top, her bare midriff and bellybutton exposed. She stretched out her arms, her top riding high on her rib cage, allowing Ralph a small peek at more of her creamy, white tit flesh.
"I don't see you taking it off," he said, playing her coy, prick-teasing game.
Allison's eyes challenged him. Her hands slid to the top. She took a deep breath and lifted, revealing her tits in one quick swoop. She tossed the velvet material on his lap. "Like my tits?" She stood brazenly in front of him, her face flushed, her milky tits heaving with each deep breath. Her nipples peaked the huge mountains of flesh, like cherries topping a sundae.
Ralph was astounded. She really did it! "They're fantastic!" he said, leering delightfully at them, his eyes bright with desire. "Christ, they're the most beautiful set of tits I've ever seen!"
"Thank you," she mewled, thriving on the man's compliments, food for the nourishment of a starving woman. Grant had no time for the soft, subtle qualities she had married him for, his complimentary manner being one of the qualities.
She cupped her fleshy tits in her long, delicate hands and lifted them to him, offering the real estate man a taste of her own delightful property. "Would you like to suck one?"
He nodded, never taking his fiery stare away from her gorgeous body.
She stepped to the side of his chair and leaned over. "Suck me, Ralph," she rasped, her body turning to mush as his mouth covered one of her aching nipples. "Ummmmm." She grabbed his head and pushed.
Ralph sucked eagerly, his hands reaching up and squeezing the resilient flesh of both tits. He nibbled on her nipple, making her moan in ecstatic pleasure as he fondled and caressed her delicious tasting tits.
She stopped herself and pulled away from him, not wanting to give in. This was fun. Doing it in her own living room with a man other than her husband and teasing him this way was really turning her on. She stepped backwards, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes bright. A filmy passion glistened in her dark pupils.
Her hands, trembling from the contact of his ardent mouth, swept over her body, settling on the elastic at the waistband of her velour shorts. "Would you like me naked, Ralph?" she asked, using his name, the sound of her voice caressing it.
His cock aching, Ralph nodded. "Anytime you're ready."
"Aren't you worried about my husband coming home?" Her fingers toyed with the elastic waistband of her tight-fitting shorts. "What would you do if he came in now and saw me like this in front of you, with my tits naked and that hard-on of yours?" She giggled, her flesh tingling from tormenting him.
Ralph gulped back his desire, sensing that all he was going to get was a prick teasing strip. Once he realized this, he relaxed, content to let her proceed, content for small favors. "I guess I'd have some explaining to do," he said in answer to her question. "I think you would too," he added, a smirk on his face.
"Do you still want me to take off my shorts?"
"Why not," he said, keeping himself in check. "If Grant comes home you can always run upstairs and put something on."
Allison peeled the shorts down and stopped as the first light, silky pussy hair appeared. "I think," she taunted, "if Grant comes home, I'll tell him you asked me to do this. Do you mind?"
"Yes," Ralph said, angered by this woman's teasing and threatening words. "Because it'll cost you money, right?" She had him cornered and felt smug. "You're only interested in bucks, not fucks." She giggled at her rhyme. Her hands slipped inside her shorts and cupped the damp mound of her pussy. "It's nice and wet in here, all juicy and hot."
Ralph clamped his jaw tight, the muscles in his neck and face twitching. What she was doing was driving him crazy. The way she was standing there, her huge, creamy tits swaying as she moved, her hands inside her shorts playing with her hidden cunt, and her face, a mask of pure unveiled lust, was driving him crazy. "Take them off," he said huskily.
"Ooooooo," she cooed, seeing his interest begin to build. "Wanna see my pussy?"
Ralph nodded his head. His eyes, black coals, burned into her belly as her hands slid around to her full hips. His hand went to his raging hard-on. It no longer mattered to him about the sale or her husband. He only cared about her body and the things he wanted to do to it. "Take them off," he repeated, his voice husky and authoritative.
Allison saw the subtle change in his attitude and liked it immediately. She was enjoying this more, knowing he was reacting, reaching his boiling point, at which time she intended to lock herself in the bedroom until Grant came home. "Whatever you want," she purred.
Her hands pushed down the velour shorts until her pussy was exposed to Ralph's lustful stare. The shorts stopped at her knees, and Allison leered lewdly at him as she shook her legs. The shorts dropped to her slim ankles. She stepped out of the skimpy shorts and sighed, making the huge, creamy mounds of her tits rise. "I'm soooo hot!" she mewled, rocking on her heels.
Ralph was burning as he sat in the chair. His cock throbbed, trying to bust loose from the tight confines of his pants. He rubbed his prick lewdly. He could still taste the warm, juicy flesh of her tit, and the memory made his mouth water. He wanted tp suck her tits again. "Come here," he rasped.
Allison's eyes danced with devilment. "Not yet," she purred, wanting Ralph as hot and as frustrated as she could get him. "Soon." In her voice was the promise of things to come.
Turning slowly, she posed, giving the hot real estate salesman a delightful view of her body from all angles. "I did a little modeling in high school," she said, striking a pose, her hip jutting out, her hands crossed in front of her body. "Nothing like this though." She turned, exhibiting her firm, heart-shaped ass for his ogling stare.
"You're gorgeous," he groaned, his throat constricted, his mouth dry from tension. "Let me touch you."
She turned to face him again, her hand cupping one tit and the other between her thighs, rubbing the swollen lips of her cunt. "Ohhhh, Christ!" she moaned. "I'm soooo fucking wet!" She ran her finger into her pussy. She saw Ralph twitch at the sound of her squishy cunt.
His nerves stretched to the breaking point, Ralph started to get up. He was about to take things into his own hands.
Allison stepped back quickly. "Oh, no," she warned. "If you get up, I'll scream. You'll lose the sale and maybe go to jail."
Ralph dropped back in the chair, biding his time. "I'll wait," he said roughly, his voice like sandpaper. "Whenever you're ready."
"I might never be ready," she said, putting her hand back between her legs. "I think what we're doing is enough for me." She stroked her pussy, bringing out sticky, wet fingers that were coated with the warm, creamy juice of her cunt. She rubbed the warm cream all over her nipples, making them glisten. The whole time, her eyes were pinned to Ralph as he sat boiling in his own passion.
"Watch," she whispered.
Ralph's eyes were dark, flickering flames of lust. He leered at her fabulous body as she took her large tit in her hands and cupped it, bringing the flesh to her mouth. He watched as she sucked her own nipple loudly and with great slurping noises. He knew he was going to fuck her, whether she was willing or not. Her desires were no longer important.
Allison took the tit from her mouth and smiled. "Would you like to suck my tits again?" she asked. "Or maybe put your finger in my pussy?" She caressed her cunt as she spoke, the action making her legs weak.
Ralph nodded, a serene smoldering look on his face.
"Let me see your cock," she said. "If you do, I might let you fuck me."
Ralph grinned and reached for his fly. He saw that what she was doing to him was also making her hot. He could see that if she kept teasing him long enough, the teasing and tormenting would turn into real passion, and she would be begging for his cock.
He yanked down his zipper and pulled out his prick. "How would you like this in your pussy?" he asked, figuring two could play the same game. "It's a lot more fun than sticking your fingers inside your hot cunt."
Allison swooned from the sight of his magnificent prick. She shuddered, knowing what he said was true. The game had changed hands. She fought her natural urge to fall to her knees and suck his cock. She stepped back. "No! No! No!"
"You want it," he said, his voice raspy and low. "You want it in your cunt! You want to feel this cock slipping inside your body, stretching the aching hole of your pussy." He stroked his prick, watching her as she stared at his cock, hypnotized by his prick's formidable strength and size.
"I don't!" she shouted as much for his benefit as her own. "I want you to suffer, like Grant makes me suffer." Her tits were heaving, and she gasped for air. "You take him away, and I lose him. Now you lose." With all of the strength she could muster, she turned around, showing him her ass. Swinging her ass, she began walking from the room, her legs unsteady from the passion that was surging through her veins. The image of Ralph's cock was branded in her mind.
Ralph stood up and took three steps, bringing him behind the luscious, naked Allison. He grabbed her in his arms and turned her to face him, his hard, throbbing cock burning into her belly.
"No! Noooo!" she ranted, plummeting him with her tiny fists. "Let me go! I'll scream!" She twisted and fought in his arms, trying to wrench herself free.
Ralph, mindless of her pounding fists, crushed her soft, naked body to him and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue snaking between her parted lips. He explored her hot, damp mouth and ground his cock into her belly.
Gurgling, her protest against his invading tongue, Allison drummed on his back. She could feel his cock, and it was making her body quiver. Her tits rubbed against his clothes, making the nipples, swollen with lust, ready to burst from the pressure.
Fighting him relentlessly, her body quickly drained itself of the desire to strike back. She became filled with the desire to satisfy the itch in her loins. Her pounding fists turned into engulfing arms. Her mouth became a vacuum, sucking his probing tongue. Her hips rubbed erotically against the powerful cock that was digging into the flesh of her belly.
Ralph knew he had won. He eased up on his grip and kissed her gently. His hand slid over her hips and ass cheeks as he massaged the tender, supple flesh. He held her arms and broke the kiss, looking into her green, lust-filled eyes.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, her hands going automatically to his cock. She stroked the cock shaft lovingly, needing his prick, hating herself for the same need and hating Grant more for driving her to this conclusion.
"Suck my cock!" He was in command now, and he exerted the power she had relinquished to him. "Suck my prick!"
She gasped. Her tits were heavy, aching globes of abundant flesh which rose with each gulp of oxygen. Allison sank to the thick carpet and stared up at his cock. She squeezed his prick, running her hand up and down the thick cock shaft, feeling the blood gush into the hard, solid prick. She wanted his cock, craved his prick. Her mouth opened, and she placed her moist lips on the cock shaft, her tongue fluttering against the skin. She eased her mouth up and down the long, meaty prick shaft as she held his cock.
"Ummmmm," Ralph groaned, her hot mouth burning into his aching cock. "In your mouth! In your mouth!"
Allison sucked the tip into her mouth, her tongue flashing across the red, bulbous cockhead. Stroking his prickshaft with her hands, her mouth bobbed up and down, each movement of her head causing more prick to fill her hungry mouth. His cockhead brushed against the back of her throat, and she gagged for a split second. Holding there, she sucked deeply as she made his prick swell to enormous proportions inside the warm depths of her mouth.
Ralph, not wanting to be denied the delights of her hot cunt, pulled his cock from her eager mouth. He worked at his pants. He let them fall in a heap on the floor. His shorts following in the next instant. "Lie on your back," he said, his tone forceful.
"Let me be on top," she begged. "Please!"
"On your back." He shoved her, knocking her down.
Allison sprawled on her back, her tits bouncing, her legs flying in the air. She looked up at him, his cock was jutting out from his muscular legs, his balls hanging heavy beneath his long, hulking prick. She gulped, knowing she wanted his cock now more than anything else. "Hurry." She found herself gasping, keeping her legs spread, an open invitation for his monstrous prick. "Hurry!"
Ralph dropped to the floor, covering Allison's naked, squirming body with his own. His cock hit between her legs, the cockhead pushing against her cunt lips. He moved his ass, his prick head sinking slowly between the red, puffy lips of her pussy. He felt her cunt walls close around his cock, engulfing him in a hot, wet world of softness.
"Uhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling his prick spread her pussy lips on its way to fill her cunt. She arched up her cunt, swallowing his shaft bit by bit until his prick was buried to the hilt inside her spastic pussy.
"Agggghhhh!" he groaned, keeping his cock pressed inside Allison's heavenly cunt.
He rocked his ass, making her tremble beneath him in an effort to adjust her body to the joy of his buried cock.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck meeee!" She clawed at his back, anxious for the fucking of his prick, eager to climb to that emotional peak where the pleasure of her body melted her mind for that one, brief, fleeting moment in time.
Ralph eased his prick out to the tip and rammed the cock back in a hard, powerful thrust. He rammed his prick consistently, again and again, into Allison's body, fucking his prick into her cunt with long, deliberate lunges.
"Yessss!" she howled, the power of his fucking making her wild with desire. "Yessss!" She arched up to meet each demanding plunge of Ralph's overgrown prick. She matched him, stroke for stroke, power for power. Her legs encircled him, the heels of her feet digging into the tough, sinewy muscle of his lower back.
The salesman's cock swelled in the heated wetness of her clutching cunt. His strokes shortened, and his speed increased as the passion mounted in his prick. He prepared for the final assault, the final thrusting of his cock to empty his thick, hot cum into her pussy.
Allison picked up the rhythm, matching his pace, thriving on his fucking as she too climbed higher into that exalted world of pleasure and sensation. Her breath came in hisses, loud, hollow hisses through clenched teeth, as she clung desperately to the body that was giving her joy. She fucked him, hard, vicious humps that smashed her blood-filled clit. Her fucking made her thrash beneath his powerful body, the new movement causing her exposed clit to scrape against the coarse hair of his groin.
"I'm getting ready!" he grunted, slamming his cock into her hot, squishy cunt. "Ohhhh!"
"Meeee toooo!" she echoed. Her cunt seeped juice, flooding his prick with every plunge. "Shiiiit!" Her restless body thrashed in an effort to quench the fire that his cock provoked. Her body heaved, her ass lifting off the floor in undulating motions, meeting Ralph's thick, massive cock. Her hips wriggled rhythmically, in time with her upward lunges, sending hot, thrilling tremors throughout her pussy.
Ralph jabbed at her with his heavy cock, fucking her into the rug. His body was a machine, a mindless machine bent on its own pleasure. Faster and faster, he fucked his cock into her hot, gushy cunt. His balls tightened, and his cock swelled, ready to erupt.
"I'm coming!" he growled, his voice barking. He groaned, hitting his peak. His prick exploded as his climax took him headlong on a furious ride into oblivion.
"Yessss!" Allison hissed, feeling the hot, thick, gooey load of his jism splatter inside her pussy walls. She humped up, her own orgasm erupting simultaneously with his exploding cock. "OHHHH! RALPH, FUCK ME!"
She fought beneath him, her ass churning in frantic circles, her hips swiveling, her body exploding into a thousand separate pieces as the first blast of her orgasm washed over her. Her legs shot out straight, her thighs clinging to his body as he fucked her senseless.
His mind blocked out all things except the stroking walls of her pussy. He felt every muscle, every tug of her erupting cunt as he emptied his load in a fury, a never ending fury that swept them both up and carried them off into a world of magnified impressions.
Allison screamed, her body covered by his. Her body flopped like a rag doll. Her climax expanded to enormous power. She ground her clit into him, fucking him with a whipping speed that matched his own. She clung to him, her legs encircling his back again, drawing that magnificent prick deep inside her hungry pussy.
Ralph lunged a final jab, his cock spewing the last of his hot cum into her wet, juicy cunt. He panted heavily, trying to come down from the heights of his orgasm. The twitching of her pussy muscles on his expended prick kept his orgasm alive for a moment longer.
Allison convulsed beneath the weight of his body. She felt her own cunt cling to his slowly shrinking dick in a desperate effort. She moaned, her arms dropping to the carpet and her legs releasing him from their death grip. Wheezing for air, she pushed, rolling him off her exhausted body. She rolled into his arms, and her weary body settled there to rest. There was plenty of time to get dressed. Plenty of time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Allison opened her eyes and stretched. She had dozed for a moment in Ralph's arms on the living room carpet. "You'd better get dressed," she said. "Grant might come home early."
From his position on the floor, Ralph gazed around the room for a moment. "I think he already is," he said, seeing a pair of feet attached to a pair of legs standing in the archway of the living room.
Allison bolted upright, her eyes widened in fear, her tits jiggling erotically from the sudden movement. She covered herself with her arms, trying to hide her nudity from Grant's angry, hurt eyes. She saw the way Grant was staring at Ralph, murder in his eyes. His expression frightened her. "It wasn't his fault!" she sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Quickly, Ralph dressed, his eyes scanning the room for another exit. The thought of passing by Grant wasn't what he had in mind. He finished dressing, silently staring at Grant. There was nothing to say.
Grant ignored him. His eyes were on Allison as she sat huddled on the floor, a naked bundle of erotic flesh. He had witnessed most of it. While they were resting, he had thought about his gun and thought about the things Allison had said. Too many things were going through his mind. He plopped heavily in a chair and stared blankly at his wife, his face expressionless.
Ralph, seeing his chance, hurried through the doorway and 'out of the house, relieved that he had gotten away without endangering his life or limb. For a minute there, he thought Grant was going to kill him.
"Why?" Grand droned, his lips drawn tight over his teeth. "I give you everything."
Sobbing, she shook her head, "Not anymore," she whispered, glad her feelings were finally out in the open, yet heartsick from the way it happened. "You used to."
"You knew when we got married a doctor's life isn't his own," Grant explained numbly.
"It's not your practice. It's you preoccupation with making money. You never have time for me. I have needs. I'm a healthy, normal woman. You know how long it's been since we've really fucked?"
He knew and understood. The image of the two fucking bodies clouded his mind. It should have been him, not Ralph, fucking her. Money. His obsession with making more money, his investments-that was where the trouble was. In his obsession to invest for their future, he had forgotten about their present lives.
"I'm sorry," he said sullenly. "I only wish . . ."
Allison cried openly. "So . . . do . . . I ..." she blurted between sobs.
Grant reached over and brought the phone to his lap. He dialed, never taking his eyes off Allison's beautiful, naked body. He knew the number by heart and had wrestled with the decision for over a month. What he saw today was the clincher. Things were going to change.
He heard a click on the other line. "Mayor James, please," he said to the woman who answered. "Tell him it's Dr. Philips." He smiled at his wife as she sat gazing up at him, her eyes bright with tears and confusion.
"Grant Philips. I'm calling you to tell you my wife and I have accepted your offer." He covered the receiver and whispered to his wife. "He's overjoyed."
Allison was also. And overwhelmed. She crawled over to him and hugged his leg.
"Yes, Mayor. By the end of the month. As soon as I turn my practice over to one of my colleagues." He listened as the mayor thanked him over and over again. "You won't have to find me a nurse. My wife and I started out together, and she'll be all I'll need. We'll get in touch with you later this week and make a definite date." He listened. "Looking forward to it. Good-by." He hung the phone back in its cradle and sat there. A great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Ohhh, Grant!" she sobbed, happier now than she had been in a long time. "I'll even finish my nursing training. It won't take me long."
Grant pulled her to her feet and scooped her up in his arms. "It doesn't matter."
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, snuggling close, hoping, praying it was to bed.
"To our room. There's some other business I have to attend to."
In the large bedroom, Grant dropped her on the bed, ogled his wife's fantastic figure and wondered how he had been so blind. "Were those panties in Paul Anderson's room yours?" he asked as he took of his shirt.
She looked at him, the fear returning to her eyes. "Yes," she whispered, hoping that the knowledge of one adulterous act coming on top of the other, didn't destroy what they started to rebuilt a few moments ago.
"I thought so," Grant said as he finished undressing. He climbed on the bed and took his beautiful wife in his arms, her tits crushing against his broad, hairy chest. "When I saw your panties, I started to think about it more seriously, I mean, about taking that offer. I didn't want to lose what we had. Today I knew we would lose it if I didn't make a decision."
Allison put her fingers to his lips. "No explanations. Kiss me." She melted into his arms, feeling his hard body against her own. She squirmed as their lips met and his tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring.
"Oooooo," she cooed. "Let me." She came out of his arms and looked amorously at him. He was hers again, and the knowledge thrilled her. She crawled down to the foot of the bed. This was going to be special.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, the fire in his cock beginning to rise.
"You'll see." She licked his legs, her hands running all over his thighs. Her mouth sucked on each toe. Her tongue rubbed between them until both feet were soaked. Her mouth worked up his leg, her hands leading the way.
"Ummmmm," he moaned, reveling in the glory of his wife's tongue. He lay back, relaxed in the pleasure of his wife's hands and mouth.
Allison inched her way up both legs, tantalizing his body with her lips and tongue. She nipped his muscular leg, sucked on his masculine flesh and caressed his hard, taut stomach as she neared his cock.
She lifted her head, her eyes blazing, her mouth slack. "I love you, Grant," she moaned. With her eyes trained on her husband's flushed and excited face, she gripped his prick. His cock was hard and throbbed in her hands. She cooed, stroking his meaty prick shaft.
"Suck me, baby," he moaned, wanting more than anything to feel her mouth on his cock again. It had been too long.
"Yes, my darling," she sighed. She gazed down at his prick, a tremor prickling through her pussy as she lowered her mouth to the red, bulbous prick head. Her lips surrounded his cockhead, and she sucked, a deep, long, passionate suck that made Grant moan and spasm.
"Ohhhh, yeah!" he groaned, squirming on the bed, his cock planted in his wife's mouth. "Chew my prick! Chew my cock!"
Her tongue flicked along the solid, veiny prick shaft, her lips greasing his cock with her spit as she licked one side of the steel cock, then the other. Her teeth nibbled, digging into his cock meat, making his torso jerk and twist on the bed. Her own pussy ached for his prick now, but she refused to rush. It had been so very long since Grant had taken the time to allow her to feast luxuriantly on his body.
Grant groaned, his hips arching off the bed as his wife devoured his cock in sweeping, delicious gulps. He stroked her red hair, wanting to feel her body, get to know her once again. "Fuck me!" he rasped, yearning to feel the tangy juice of her cunt on his raging boner.
"Sssssoon," she hissed, craving to have his cock in her pussy. Returning her attention to his prick, she soaked his cock with her warm, drooling spit, her lips clinging to the prick shaft as she sucked and licked his cock meat. She lifted his weighty balls, licking him between his inner thighs, soaking every inch that her hot, probing tongue touched. She lapped her tongue across his balls, the rough texture of his skin sending tingling shivers down her spine.
"Fuck me!" Grant urged, the dam of his emotions broke, the denial of the past few months surfacing. "Christ! Fuck me!"
Allison looked up from between his strong thickset thighs. "Soon," she promised. She grabbed his prick in her hand and squeezed. "Turn over." She pulled on his cock, forcing him to roll.
Grant rolled on his belly, Allison's hand still gripping the meaty shaft of his cock in her tight, viselike grasp. "Ummmmmm," he moaned, his hips jerking rhythmically.
Allison took her hand away, not wanting him to fuck her palm in his highly passionate state. She ogled his tight ass. She licked her wet hps and stared at his balls lying on the bed between his legs. Squiggling down between his thighs again, she licked her way up the back of his legs, her mouth nipping the cheeks of his ass each time she reached them.
Her own hips were rocking on the bed, her clit scraping against the spread. Using her "hands to spread his cheeks apart, she anticipated devouring his whole body before fucking him. Judging by the momentum of her throbbing clit, time was running out.
Her mouth searched his crack, seeking his asshole. Her tongue found his asshole and plunged in, forcing the wiggling tip of her tongue between the tight ring. She heard him groan with pleasure and she reamed his asshole, her tongue exploring the tight channel as Grant thrashed beneath her.
Grant was overjoyed with the exquisite way Allison was taking care of him. He pushed back, lifting up his ass, aiming his ass at her hungry mouth. He squirmed. Her tantalizing tongue was making his cock throb. He didn't know how much longer he could take this fantastic torture. He needed his wife, needed her now!
Allison slurped in his ass, her fingers clawing underneath his body at his groin, scraping his throbbing cock. The ache in her pussy was too much to endure. She needed his prick now! She came away from his ass, gasping for air. "On your back," she panted, primed for his cock. "Hurry!"
Grant didn't need to be convinced. He immediately rolled over, his towering, huge prick standing at attention between his outstretched thighs. "Now fuck me!"
She nodded. Her eyes, fiery pools of lust, stared at his magnificent cock. His prick was the only cock she wanted, the only cock she would ever need. She straddled him, her body shaking, her mind swimming with happiness. She grasped his raging cock meat, then rubbed the thick prickhead through her hot, dripping slit, whimpering like a baby each time his cockhead entered her wide-open cunt.
Grant stared up at his wife. This wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to fuck her, fuck her like he never had before. He grabbed her by the shoulders, catching her by surprise. "You, baby! On the bottom!" He lurched, knocking her over, coming up on top in one fast, sweeping motion.
"Ohhh, yesss, honey!" she squealed in heavenly delight. "Fuck meeeee!" She squirmed. Her tits, huge globes of flesh, jiggled with each erotic wiggle. Her arms clung to his neck, and her legs went around his back, but he shook them off him.
"My way!" he grunted, his cock painfully aching for the warmth of her wet, clinging pussy. "My way!"
"Anything, honey!" she sighed breathlessly. "Do anything you want to me. I belong to you!"
"I know," he groaned. He lifted her legs, laying them over his shoulders, exposing her pussy for the frontal attack, with his huge cock as the weapon. Her pussy gaped open before him, vulnerable to his menacing cock. "Ready?"
"Yessss," she hissed, impatient for him to plunge his prick into her hot and aching cunt. "Yesssss ..."
Before she had finished mouthing the words, Grant slammed his cock into her body. The angle he had positioned her, made for a direct hit. His prick slammed home, thrusting itself to the limit inside her readily accessible cunt. With this perfect angle, his prick sunk deeper than ever before.
"Aghhhh!" she screamed as his cock sliced through her pussy like a knife through butter. She was pinned by his pounding frame, unable to move, unable to do anything except take the brutal attack of his cock fucking repeatedly into her body with stormy, vicious strokes. Crumpled up, almost in half she groaned. Using her hands, she clawed at his arms as he fucked her violently with one hard jab after another. Her body jerked with the force of his rampant strokes.
Grant looked down into her reddened face, sneering, his own face flushed with anger and lust. He wanted, in his hard, menacing fucking, to pay her back for the things she had done. Harder and harder, his body fucked into her vulnerable cunt until his anger was spent and only lust remained.
"Grant!" she ranted, sensing his mood. "OHHHHHH! GRANT!" Her legs came down off his shoulders, and they encircled his back. He accepted them now, his vengeance gone. "I love you," she moaned, her arms clasping his shoulders.
"I love you too," he rasped, his body mashing her beneath his frame as his hands slipped down, cupping her ass cheeks. His long strokes shortened, became quicker, more demanding, yet not with the vehemence of before.
Allison clung to him, desperate to feel his jism inside her pussy again, desperate to give herself up to him, completely and lovingly. Her cunt muscles worked overtime on his pounding shaft, tugging, pulsating to the steady rhythm set by Grant's impassioned fucking.
Grant buried his head in the soft crook of her neck, his hands digging into her ass cheeks, lifting her ass to meet his downward plunges.
Allison felt her climax approaching. She began thrusting up at him, relishing the way his hands were kneading her ass. She squirmed, ready to blast, ready to come the only way she had ever wanted-with her husband fucking her in wild abandonment. "I'm ready!" she roared, her body getting ready to explode any second.
"Come!" he grunted, his voice muffled in her neck. His own cock was filling with jism, anxious to erupt and fill the tight passageway of her cunt hole.
"I'm coming!" she screamed, her body becoming a living fucking machine, humping, churning beneath her husband's overpowering cock. "OHHHHHH! JESUS!"
Grant, as he fucked into her pussy, felt her cunt erupt. He felt her hot juices gush, from her spongy pussy walls, drenching his already-greased cock shaft. His own orgasm triggered his cock to explode seconds later, spewing a heavy stream of jism into his wife's receptive cunt. Faster and faster, he drove his squirting prick into her quivering, trembling body. He groaned into her neck, his fingers dug into her ass, and his cock pounded her body into the mattress.
"Aaaaaah!" she wailed at the top of her lungs. She felt the hot cum from his cock splatter against the pulsing walls of her pussy. The action sent her reeling, her flesh exploding, her movements jerky, she clawed his back, her nails scraping his tough skin. She slammed up into his relentlessly fucking body. Her clit was a raw piece of flesh hitting, smashing into his hard groin as she tumbled headlong into the contracting storm of her orgasm.
Grant, his mind devoid of everything but the feeling in his cock, continued to fuck his prick into his wife with short, quick, fierce jabs, emptying his prick of all jism. A hard lunge finished him, and he groaned, lying dead on top of her, his prick stuffed in her pussy.
"Ooooo," she sighed, her body still twitching and pulsating on his expended cock. She jerked a few times, the aftermath of her climax taking control of her body as she floated back to normal, her arms and legs surrounding her husband as he rested on top of her.
He tried to get off, concerned about all his weight on her.
She purred, elated about the new life they would soon have together. "Stay in me. It'll get hard again. We have a lot to catch up on."
He kissed her on the mouth. He couldn't agree more.
