The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the Establishment, are secret members of the neighborhood mate-swapping group.
Sharon Jameson, a middle-aged wife, is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. Brought up in a puritanical environment, she nonetheless shelters a perversity that she refuses to recognize, a lustful craving that haunts her and eventually forces her to act.
THE WAY A WIFE LUSTS--the story of one woman haunted by passions seething within her. Hers is a serious tale, and a reflection on the many problems facing our society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sharon lay there in the dark teasing her pussy with her fingers while Michael slept like a log.
She told herself it wasn't his fault she had such a strong sex drive, but she couldn't help resenting the way he slept so peacefully during her turmoil.
Go on, tickle your clit, she thought.
She had no guilt feeling about masturbation. Or about the affair she was having with her boss. Michael was so busy with his job and his hobbies, he just didn't have enough time for her.
Maybe the time he did give her would be enough for some other woman, but it wasn't enough for her. She had her needs. She needed lots of good sex and when Michael wasn't available she had to get it in order to keep from going crazy.
You either get it or you go nuts, she thought. She probed her cunt slit with her fingertip, up and down over the shaft of her clit and then down to the mouth of her cunthole and inside to take her temperature.
She thought how nice it would be to have a warm thick tongue pushing between her cuntlips instead of her finger.
The obsession with sex was nothing new. She'd been a sexpot even as a teenager and now that she was married it seemed to be getting worse. Michael hardly suspected it. Sometimes she wondered why they were married at all. What was marriage all about if the sex wasn't that good?
Sharon realized there was no way she could sleep. Stretching a hand out to the nightstand, she snapped on the small bedside lamp and looked at Michael. He was sound asleep, flat on his back and oblivious to her and the world.
Then she noticed the sheet and her belly rippled-
He had a hard-on.
The flagpole is up, she thought with an inward giggle.
She had to have a look. The temptation was much too strong to resist. Carefully pulling the sheet down, she uncovered his body as far as bis knees.
His cock was up, all right, sticking almost straight up like a telephone pole, the knob fat and pink and his cockshaft thick and throbbing.
He had a nice prick, just right for her if only she could have it more often. She liked them thick like this one. She liked a dick thick enough so she could feel her cunt stretching when it went in. Show her a man with a meaty cock and she didn't care much about the rest of him. She wasn't like some women. For her the cock and balls came first and all the rest was a footnote.
You don't dare, she thought.
Yes, she did dare. She leaned over Michael's belly. She sniffed at the tip of his prick. She stuck her tongue out and licked his pisshole. Two licks. Then a roll of her tongue around the bulb of his cockhead.
Go on, she thought. Don't be chicken.
She closed her mouth over the head of his prick. Delicious. All that lovely hot meat in her mouth. Was there anything nicer than the feel of a hot prick on her tongue?
She started sucking his cock, slowly bobbing her head up and down, her lips sliding up and down the flagpole of his prick. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth and flowed over his dick and balls.
He opened his eyes, of course. He hadn't been sleeping that long and the feel of a wet mouth on his cock was enough to awaken him. "Christ, what are you doing?"
"I'm sucking your cock," Sharon said.
"I was sleeping."
"You can sleep later."
She gave his cock another deep suck and then pulled her mouth away and crawled over him. She straddled his hips and hung her tits over his face. Michael groaned as he watched her tits swing from side to side.
"Now?"
Sharon giggled. "Of course now. Why not now? Don't you like these tits? If you take one in your mouth and suck it, you'll make me very happy."
He had no choice. She dropped her right tit into his open mouth and he started sucking. She had the slit of her cunt sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. She could fuck him now, but he was still half asleep and she wanted him fully awake before they did that.
She pulled her right tit out of his mouth and gave him the left one. He liked her tits and the way he sucked them always excited her.
Finally she took her tit away and she straightened up. She sat up on his thighs. His cock was twitching. His prick was hard enough to fuck but not as stiff as she wanted it. She smiled at him as she ran her fingers through her cuntbush.
"I'm running like a faucet," she said.
That was the code they used when she wanted him to eat her cunt. He hardly ever refused, but he seemed more comfortable with it when it was his decision.
Now he groaned at her, his eyes on her snatch as she opened it with her fingers. "Sharon, it's the middle of the night."
Sharon sighed. "We're turning into an old married couple and I'm not even thirty yet."
"Okay, okay, get on your back and I'll go down for lunch in the middle of the night. How the hell I'm supposed to work tomorrow, I don't know."
Sharon giggled as she rolled off him and stretched out on her back with her knees raised. Michael shifted down to get his face between her thighs and in a moment she felt his warm breath on her pussy.
She was always thankful Michael wasn't uptight about sucking pussy. She was sure she couldn't live with a man who disliked a cunt so much he couldn't put his mouth on it.
Michael played around first. He used his fingers to toy with her cuntlips and clit and cunthole. He stuck a finger inside her cunthole, brought some juice out and rubbed it over her clit.
"I ought to be sleeping," he teased. "Instead I'm down here in the ruby fruit jungle."
Sharon groaned as his lips touched her clit. "Suck it, baby! Suck my box!"
She writhed her hips and closed her thighs around his ears.
He was always good at it. He pushed a finger inside her snatch as he licked her swollen clit.
Then he added a second finger and he began finger fucking her cunthole as his mouth worked on her cunt.
"Oh baby, suck it!" she said with a moan.
"Don't you want to fuck?"
"Not yet. Suck me some more first."
He continued sucking her snatch until she went off. She pumped her pussy at his face as she came. Michael slurped away in her pussy, sucking up the hot cream as it poured out of her pussy. She held his hand with both hands as she squirmed her gash around his mouth.
Finally it was over and he rolled away from her. "Christ, I'm bushed."
"Aren't you going to fuck me?"
"Sharon, I'm dead. Let it go until tomorrow."
He already had his closed.
She told herself she couldn't blame him. She'd made him keep sucking her when she ought to have told him to fuck her. She leaned over him now and took his soft cock in her mouth.
He groaned at her. "Sharon!"
"I'll just suck you off so you can sleep better."
There was no way he could stop her. She sucked and licked his cock until he had a hard-on again. Then she settled down to fuck his prick with her mouth. Now she didn't care whether he was awake or not. All she cared about now was his cock and how it responded to her sucking. She wanted the load out of his balls. She told herself she wouldn't sleep until she had his spunk in her stomach. Whatever fucking she needed she'd get tomorrow from her boss. What she wanted right now was a wad of jism spurting out of Michael's prick.
Oh, she liked it, all right. She loved sucking cock. She loved the feel of it and the taste and the squirt of goodies at the end. She'd sucked her first cock at a very early age and she'd been enjoying it ever since. She couldn't meet a man socially without thinking about what it would be like to suck bis prick. There were only two kinds of men for her: those she'd like to suck off and those she didn't care about. The problem was there weren't that many men she could say she didn't care about. The problem was there were too many cocks out there and in a marriage you were supposed to be satisfied with just one.
Michael groaned and heaved his ass and shot his load down her throat. She sucked all of it out, her fingers jacking his prick to help her mouth. His jism came out rich and hot and she sucked up every drop of it with relish.
Like peppermint candy, she thought. A hot prick was just like peppermint candy.
"Walter, please ..."
Walter Benson was Sharon's boss. Today he'd closed the office early and he was driving her home. The problem was he had his fingers in her snatch and he was also making her crazy.
"Hot pussy," Walter said.
"People can see."
"Who cares? Sharon, why don't you stop wearing pantyhose?"
"I've got to wear stockings, silly."
"Wear a garter belt."
Sharon giggled. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I bet you'd like to see me dressed up like a hooker. Sorry, Walter, only my husband gets to see me like that."
"You're a bitch."
"I'm a bitch who's getting your fingers wet. You'll crash the car, Walter."
His answer was to slow the car down, then pull off the highway and into a clump of trees a hundred feet from the road.
"Let's get out," he said.
"Walter, we can't."
"Sure we can. I've got a blanket. Come on, Sharon. Out."
She giggled as she climbed out. She did want it. She stumbled on the grass in her high heels and she slipped her shoes off. Walter wasn't the sort of man to be refused. The job she had as his secretary was only part-time, but she was available when he wanted her. Both sexually and otherwise.
Now she watched him spread the blanket on the grass. "Some cop will see us and we'll get arrested."
Walter grunted. "The hell with the cops, get your pantyhose off."
He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and quickly dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles.
Sharon quivered when she saw his big prick waving at her. Now she was lost. With a fat cock waving at her like that she was helpless.
She peeled her pantyhose off and then she went down on the blanket. On her back. Her knees up and her skirt pulled back. "Hurry, Walter! Please hurry!"
He grinned at her as he stood there looking down. He took hold of his cock and balls and wagged his fuckmeat at her. "Now you want it, huh?"
Sharon moaned. "If you don't hurry up and fuck me, I'll scream!"
Walter had a wife, but as far as Sharon knew they hardly ever made it together. Walter said his wife wasn't that keen about fucking. Sharon thought the woman must be crazy. Walter was a good fuck, such a prize stud once he got turned on.
He went down on the blanket now. He knelt between Sharon's legs and gazed at her dark-haired twat.
"Knees up and back," Walter said.
Sharon groaned. She loved the way he gave her orders when he fucked her. Sometimes in the office he would lock the door and order her to bend over his desk and then without another word he would just drive his cock up her cunt from the rear.
She pulled her knees all the way back to her tits. Walter shifted forward and in a moment she moaned as she felt his hot knob rubbing up and down in her slit.
His cock went in. Her eyes closed, Sharon groaned and wiggled her ass. "Fuck me, honey! Get it in there and fuck me!"
He made a noise in his throat. He pushed more of his cock inside her cunt. He kept pushing inside until she felt his balls against her asshole.
"Nice?"
"It's always nice," Sharon said. "Now fuck me.
"Suppose I don't want to. Suppose I pull out and tell you to suck me off."
"I'll kill you."
He laughed. "Yeah, I guess you would."
He finally started fucking her. He grabbed her thighs high up near the backs of her knees and he started slamming his cock in and out of her cunt.
He was good. Walter was always good. He pulled his hand away from her left leg and then a moment later she groaned as she felt his fingers toying with her asshole, tickling the tight ring and then one finger sliding inside, fucking her asshole with a deft in and out motion.
Before he finished, he came down on her, rammed her cunt as she closed her legs around his back. He pumped away in a fury, pounding her crotch and then making a croaking sound as he shot his load in her cunt-channel. She came at the end. She always came when Walter fuck- ed her. She gripped his prick with her cunt muscles as the rockets went off for her.
When she rose up she felt his jism running out of her. "Walter, give me some Kleenex."
He grabbed some tissues out of the car and smiled at her. "Hold your skirt up and I'll do it for you."
It wasn't the first time and she let him do what he wanted. She watched him wipe her cunt and stuff the Kleenex inside her cunthole a moment to soak up the jism. When he pulled the wad of Kleenex away, he looked at it a moment and then he tossed it into the grass.
"I could fuck you again," he said.
"No way," Sharon said. She quickly pulled her pantyhose over her legs and ass. "Now it's home, Walter. I'm going home to my husband and you're going home to your wife."
CHAPTER TWO
The large real-estate office where Sharon worked was usually busy, filled with brokers and salesman and secretaries and sometimes a few clients. Walter Benson had his own little office and Sharon had her desk right outside in front of it. She worked mornings only, but she liked the job, liked the bustle and the opportunity to be with people and to make new friends. She kept hoping a full-time position would open up and they would give it to her.
Walter had no need for a full-time secretary, but some of the other brokers did have them.
One day a new man arrived. His name was Charlie Reed and Sharon decided he might be her chance for a full-time job. She kept her eyes on him, flirted with him when she had the opportunity. And then one day when the office was quiet, Charlie called her in and asked her if she was serious.
"Serious about what?" Sharon said, avoiding his eyes and looking at the football he had on a shelf behind his desk.
"Serious about fucking," Charlie said. "You've been laying it on me for weeks now and I'm calling your cards."
"I think I oughta leave right now."
"Sure, go on, walk out. Either walk out or lock the door."
Sharon smiled. "What's the football for?"
Charlie looked at the football, then he looked at Sharon and grinned. "That's a Charlie Reed touchdown. An eighty-yard run."
"You played football?"
"Morgan State."
Sharon was impressed. And more interested in him than ever. "Were you any good?"
"The best, honey. Come on, if you're not leaving, lock the door and we'll get to know each other better."
He was so arrogant. But she knew she had her chance with him now, and after hesitating a moment she walked to the door and locked it. Then she turned and walked back to stand near his desk.
"Maybe I need my head examined," Sharon said.
Charlie snickered at her. Then he rose up. He was a big man and he towered over her even though she wore high heels. "Go on, get the meat out."
Sharon blushed and looked at the front of his pants. She could see the bulge of his cock and balls and even a slight movement as his prick twitched.
He was so blatant about it. But she told herself maybe it was better this way. No games. It was true she'd been flirting with him for weeks and now she'd have what she wanted from him.
She fumbled with his fly, found the tab of his zipper and pulled it down. In a moment she had his cock out, a fat prick with a circumcised bluish knob and prominent veins along the shaft.
She bounced his cock on her palm. "I'm impressed."
Charlie laughed. "Down, baby!"
"How do you know I want to?"
But when he pushed at her shoulders, she went down on her knees. Yes, she did want it. She sniffed at the tip of his prick and then she took the knob in her mouth and she started sucking it.
Charlie watched her mouth work on his cock and then he told her to keep her head still. "Let me do the moving."
She did what he wanted. She kept her head still while he fucked her mouth. His cock was thick enough so that she had to strain to keep her jaws wide open. But she liked it. She liked the feel of all that hot cockmeat sliding back and forth over her tongue and between her lips. He was considerate. He jabbed the back of her throat with his cockhead but he didn't try to force his knob down her gullet. The mouth-fucking turned her on. She was always turned on by a good mouth-fuck when it was done right. She wanted his jism now. She wanted him to shoot off in her mouth so she could taste his spunk.
In the meantime Charlie was gazing down at her stretched lips and telling himself he was a clever bastard for noticing the way she'd been looking at him these past weeks. He'd never been sure how serious she was. Sometimes he could look at a woman and he could tell what she wanted. They wanted just attention or they wanted fucking or they wanted the meat in their mouth. He liked them best when they were good at giving head, when they gave the right kind of loving to his prick. This one was a hot little married cunt and they were the best. When a woman started cheating on her husband she was always hot for cock. You could fuck their ears if you wanted to. They would take it anywhere.
"I'm going to make it!" Charlie gasped. "I'm ready to shoot off!"
Sharon kept her mouth on his cock and nodded. Charlie slowed down the mouth-fucking and pulled back a bit so that he had only his knob between her lips.
"Whack it off!" he gasped.
Her fingers immediately curled around his cockshaft to jack his dick off in her mouth. He came in great gobs, the hot jism spurting out of his prick as she sucked his cockhead. She, swallowed again and again, pulling the cock-cream out of his pisshole and swallowing it down.
"I'm free this afternoon," she said.
Charlie smiled as he tucked his cock away. "So you liked it, huh?"
"Yes I liked it. I like a hot cock."
"Meet me in the bar at the Palms Motel at two o'clock."
Sharon smiled. "All right, you're on. I hope you get that gun loaded again."
"Don't worry about the gun, honey. There's enough ammunition to keep you happy all day."
When Sharon was back at her desk, she sat there quivering a moment. She still had the taste of Charlie's jism in her mouth. She rolled her tongue over her teeth as she started typing again. Lord, how she loved it. There was nothing that turned her on more than a fat prick shooting off in her mouth. She wondered what it meant. Then she told herself the hell with analyzing it, the important thing was to enjoy it. She wondered what Charlie would be like in bed. What he looked like without clothes. He hadn't even touched her yet. He had such big hands and he looked so strong. She quivered as she imagined him naked, a big muscular man with hair all over his chest and belly and around his cock and balls.
I'll suck his balls, she thought. She told herself she wanted to suck his nuts before he fucked her.
Sharon was the first to arrive at the Palms Motel. She sat down at the bar and ordered a daiquiri. She hoped Charlie wouldn't be late, but in the meantime she had lots of attention from the men in the cocktail lounge. She wasn't the only woman there but she certainly had their eyes. She wondered if they thought she was a hooker. Somehow that turned her on. You're a horny bitch, she thought.
After a while she went to the John. She found her pussy wet and she diddled her clit a little as she peed. Just a little diddling to get a buzz in her button. Then she wiped her pussy and left the booth to look at herself in the mirror. She brushed her hair and put on some fresh lipstick before returning to the bar outside.
Charlie wasn't there yet.
If he doesn't show I'll kill him, she thought. She was hot for a fuck now and she couldn't stand the idea that he might not keep their date.
Then she relaxed and told herself that if Charlie didn't show up soon she'd pick up one of them men at the bar and fuck him instead. There were always men available. If she needed fucking she could always get it.
But finally Charlie arrived and she had no need to look for a pick-up.
"I've been waiting for you," Sharon said.
Charlie apologized. "I got caught up with a client. Sorry, honey. I've already rented a room. Come on, let's go have a party."
She felt like a slut walking out with him. She thought it was obvious to everyone that they were off to use one of the rooms. Then she told herself all the other women at the bar were doing the same thing. People did fuck. There were idiots who tried to pretend that fucking didn't go on, but it was all a big lie.
As soon as they were in the motel room, Charlie put his hands around her waist and kissed her. "That was a great blowjob you gave me."
"You never even touched me."
"Well, I'm touching you now."
He raised her sweater up to her neck and looked at her tits. She wore an under wired bra that pushed her tits up like a pair of cantaloupes.
Charlie grinned down at them. "Gorgeous jugs!"
"Undress me, Charlie."
"Relax, there's no rush."
He ran his fingertips over her bra-covered tits. All right, she'd play with him if Jie wanted to play. She wondered about his wife and about the other women he might be fucking. Then she told herself she didn't give a damn about any of them, all she cared about was the way he took care of her, the way he fucked her.
Finally his fingers were at the back of the bra and he unhooked it and pushed it up to expose her tits. She held the bra and sweater at her neck with her hands while he fondled her. He cupped and squeezed her tits and then he lowered his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth.
"Mmmm, that's nice," she said.
Charlie licked across her tits to the other nipple. "How come your husband doesn't pay enough attention to you?"
"Never mind my husband, we have an understanding."
It was a lie of course. Michael would kill her if he knew about this.
Charlie continued sucking her tits and then finally he straightened up and just held them in his hands.
"Do you like my tits?"
"They're bigger than I thought. You shouldn't pack them in so tight."
Sharon giggled. "Well, I can't go without a bra, can I?"
"Hell, nobody in the office would mind. Let's get undressed."
She had her clothes off more quickly than he did. When she was down to her stay-up nylons, he grinned at her. "Leave the stockings on. I like sucking pussy with nylon around my ears."
Sharon quivered. "Well, you'll get what you want. I like a hot tongue."
"And a hot cock."
"That too."
When his clothes were finally off she wasn't disappointed. He was a good ten years past his football days but he still had the body for it. All the muscles were there, big chest and big thighs and those lovely big balls under his thick cock.
She slipped her feet back inside her high-heeled pumps. If he liked the stockings he would like the high heels and it was always a kick for her to get sucked off with her shoes on.
Charlie hefted his cock in his hand. "I dig sucking a wet cunt."
Sharon smiled and sat down in one of the armchairs. "I'm all hot and juicy, tiger. I hope you're good and thirsty."
In a moment he was down on the floor in front of her. "Spread the legs, baby!"
He pulled her forward a bit, pushed her knees back and cupped her asscheeks. He sniffed around the insides of her thighs and then over her cuntbush and slit until he had his nose touching her clit.
"I bet you're a lovely cuntlapper," she said.
"You'll find out, won't you?"
Then she groaned as she felt the first touch of his hot tongue in her gash. His tongue was like a wriggling little animal in her pussy. He licked up and down and then around the mouth of her cunthole. Then he pushed his tongue inside her gaping fuckhole and sucked the juice out with a slurping noise.
When he tickled her asshole with his fingers, she wiggled her hips. "Oh yes, do that! I like having a finger in my ass!"
"What about a cock?" he said, his finger slipping inside her shitter.
"We'll see about that. Right now I want soma' sucking."
So he concentrated on the sucking. She loved it. He knew how to move his lips and nose around to give her the friction she needed. And all the time his finger kept wriggling in her ass and driving her wild.
"You've got a beautiful snatch," he said.
"Keep sucking it!"
"Your clit is standing up."
"That's because it wants to be sucked."
A thrill went through her as he closed his lips over her clit and started sucking it. She pulled her cuntlips apart with her fingers. He knew how to suck a pussy. He was a cocksman, all right. She closed her thighs around his head, rubbed her stockings against his ears as she waved her high heels over his back. She could feel her pussy twitching under his mouth.
She went off, the climax ripping through her cunt as she pumped her crotch at his face. Charlie sucked hungrily at her cunt, his lips pulling at her clit and then his tongue thrusting inside her cunthole like a pink snake.
Now she was hotter than ever to fuck. Getting sucked off always primed her for some hard fucking.
"I think it's time to screw," she said. His face wet with her juices, Charlie grinned up at her. "You've got a tasty box."
"And you're going to stuff it with that big prick, aren't you?"
They both rose up and he took her in his arms and kissed her. Sharon pressed her belly against his cock and balls and then she slipped her hand between their bodies and she took hold of his hairy nuts.
"You're very strong," she said. "Down here too. A strong cock and big balls."
"Is that what you like?"
"Honey, that's what every woman likes."
He pushed at her shoulders. "Suck the rod!"
"Charlie, I want you to fuck me."
"First you get my dick in your mouth!"
She went down on him, but only long enough to get his fat prick wet with her saliva. Then she pulled away from him and she went to the bed. She knelt on the edge of the bed, knelt there with her head down and her ass pointing at him.
Reaching back with her hands, she pulled her hairy cuntlips open and ran a fingertip around her cunthole. "Fuck my pussy, Charlie."
He was like a bull after that.
He came behind her to fondle and pinch her asscheeks, and then he worked his stiff cock inside her steaming cunthole until his balls were against her clit.
She groaned back at him. "I like it hard and deep."
"You're a hot bitch, Sharon."
Then he began battering her. His big hands gripped her hips as he started fucking her cunt. He rammed in, then pulled out slowly, then rammed in again. She loved the way he thrust his lusty prick in and out of her cunthole. His cock felt like a thick club stretching and pounding her insides.
Sliding a hand under her body, she made a grab for his balls and finally got hold of them. She rolled his hairy nuts with her fingers, then held on to them as he continued fucking her. What an animal he was, like a hairy bull mounting a cow. And she was the cow. She had her ass tucked up in the air to get her soft wet pussy rammed by his bull's prick.
It wasn't long before she started wailing. "Oh, God, I'm coming, Charlie! Don't stop fucking me!"
He kept thrusting at her cunt, wriggling his hips now to churn his cock in her cunt-channel. She went off, the rockets bursting in her brain, her cunt grabbing at his sliding dick and pulling him over the edge until he was coming too.
"Jesus, what a fuck!" Charlie said.
He pounded her pussy as the jism squirted out of his prick.
Later, alone in the bathroom, Sharon sat on the toilet and smiled as his jism ran out of her fucked-out pussy.
CHAPTER THREE
One afternoon Sharon walked into a small hardware store near the house to buy some light bulbs. The old man who usually ran the store was out and in his place was a cute teenage boy with sandy hair and blue eyes. There was no one else in the store. The boy had been looking at a magazine when Sharon walked in, and now he pushed the magazine under a newspaper and asked Sharon if he could help her.
She told him what kind of light bulbs she wanted and he went off to get them. While the boy was gone, Sharon yielded to her curiosity and she pulled out the magazine the boy had been looking at, pulled it out from under the newspaper where he had hidden it.
As she suspected, it was a girlie magazine, pictures of pretty girls in lingerie, most of them with their tits and pussies fully displayed.
When the boy came back with her light bulbs, Sharon was still turning the pages of the girlie magazine. She smiled at him. "I hope you don't mind me looking at this."
The boy blushed. "I don't mind."
"Boys like to look at girls and girls like to look at clothes. That's it, isn't it?"
"I guess so."
"All the girls in this magazine have big boobs. Do all boys like big boobs?"
The boy shrugged. His eyes were on Sharon's sweater, on the swell of her tits.
"I think so," he said.
He's a baby, Sharon thought. What the hell do you want with a baby? She asked herself what she could possibly do with a boy this age and the answer was immediate: she could do plenty. Her appetite had been whetted the moment she'd set eyes on him, the moment she'd walked into the store.
It wouldn't be the first time. She always had a nice time with the young ones. Sometimes they were awkward but it was fun teaching them things. And they were always so grateful for everything, so much easier to be with.
She started talking to him. She learned his name was Eric and that the old man who ran the store was his uncle. Eric had started working in the store part time only a few weeks ago. He liked the job because there wasn't that much to do.
Sharon paid for the light bulbs and then she asked him if he could show her some shower attachments. The boy nodded and led her to the corner of the store where the attachments were displayed. She questioned him about the attachments. Now they were standing side by side and suddenly she leaned over and kissed him.
He took a step back. "Jesus, what did you do that for?"
Sharon smiled. "Because you're cute. I'm ealous of the girls in that magazine."
His eyes were on her tits again. "You sure are pretty." i: "Prettier than the girls in the magazine?" He grinned at her.
"How old are you?" Sharon said. "Old enough."
"You look like I'm old enough to be your mother."
"Hell, you're not that old."
She wanted to ask him whether he'd ever been with a woman, but she decided not to. Instead she looked him over, looked at his lean body and at the promising bulge in the crotch of his tight jeans. She felt her pussy twitch as she wondered what his cock would be like. She imagined it would be long and pink, as hard as iron and with a sweet taste around his knob.
Sharon, you're crazy, she thought. One of these days you'll get in trouble! She didn't care. She wanted him.
"You're afraid of me," she said.
"No I'm not."
"Then come over here and kiss me."
He hesitated a moment, and then he moved towards her and they kissed. After that it was easy. He wasn't that dumb about things. Kids these days were never that dumb. They might be inexperienced about sex but they were never dumb about it.
She kissed him again. She pressed her tits against his chest and the mound of her pussy against the bulge in the front of his jeans. Then she pulled back and looked at him, looked him up and down and then looked more directly at the bulge.
He had a hard-on. She could see it and there was no doubt about it and she was thrilled by it.
He saw where her eyes were and he blushed.
"That's a compliment," she said.
She wondered if she could do anything with him right here in the store. Could she chance it?
She moved to him, put her arms around him and kissed him again, but this time she dropped her right hand down between their bodies to stroke the outline of his hard cock with her fingers. Then her fingers worked at his belt buckle, opened it and then opened the top of his jeans and then pulled the zipper down.
The boy trembled as she brought his cock out.
"We'll have time if someone comes in," she said.
He had a lovely hard prick, slim and pink and longer than she expected. Maybe seven inches long.
She curled her fingers around the lower part of his cockshaft, let his prick rest on her palm so that his knob was on her wrist. She looked down and smiled when she saw the pearl of whitish jism oozing out his pisshole. He was close to coming. She didn't dare stroke his prick with her fingers without him shooting off. She pulled her hand away.
"Let me see everything,'' she said. "Get your pants and shorts all the way down."
His voice cracked. "Suppose somebody comes in?"
"Don't worry about that, they won't come back here at first. I'm going to let you fuck me."
His face showed his confused eagerness as he hurried to get his jeans and shorts down at his knees.
Sharon found herself salivating as she gazed at his cock and balls and his hard little ass. He looked so fresh and pink. All that blond hair around his nuts. She thought about sucking him off, but then she decided no, she would have it all, she would fuck him right here in the store.
The sight of his rampant teenage cock made her cunt spasm. She could feel the pussy-juice dribbling out of her snatch and running down the insides of her thighs.
Now it was her turn to get ready. She raised her skirt to pull her panties down. She smiled at the way his eyes went wide when her cunt- bush was revealed. Holding her skirt around her waist, she ruffled her cunt hair with her fingers.
"This will take some doing," she said.
She made him pull over a stool and sit down on it. Then she straddled him. She pushed her wet cunt against the tip of his hard prick. He groaned when her cunthole closed over his knob.
She settled down on his cock, eased her cunt down on his long prick. "Is it nice, baby?"
He mumbled something in response. She giggled as she started grinding on his cock. She was pleased at how hard his cock was because this was a good way to fuck only when the cock was like iron. With a hard cock she could wriggle around and really get the feel of it inside.
Reaching behind her, she grabbed his balls, lifted them and pressed them against her asshole.
It's crazy, she thought. She knew it was crazy to fuck a kid like this in a store. But the danger was a good part of the excitement. And he did have such a lovely hard prick, so long and pink and curved like a luscious banana. His prick felt so good in her cunt-channel. She moved up and down, pumping her cunt on his lusty dick. She tried to remember the last time she had fucked a man like this. Maybe it was Walter. In the office about a month ago. Walter with his pants and shorts down at his ankles while she sat on his lap and fucked him. The trouble was a boy like Eric was too afraid to do anything. By this time Walter would have his finger in her ass and his mouth on one of her tits.
Sharon suddenly raised herself off the boy's cock and she dropped down on her knees to get his knob in her mouth.
Eric groaned. He shut his eyes and threw his head back and started coming.
The hot jism squirted out of his pisshole like a fountain. She milked his prick with her fingers, jacking him off into her mouth, sucking all the spunk out of his young balls. God, what a load he had! It seemed endless. He kept coming and coming, the spunk boiling out of him, dribbling and spurting and then dribbling again. She swallowed down his load just as the front door of the store opened and they heard someone come in.
"Eric?"
It was the boy's uncle, the old man returning to take over the store again.
She took Eric home with her. He was through for the day and eager for more sex. The old man had no idea what had been going on before he walked in. Sharon and Eric had managed to get themselves together before returning to the front of the store.
Once Sharon had the boy in the house, she felt more relaxed. Now she had all afternoon to enjoy him. He still showed interest in her. There was no sign that he'd lost his enthusiasm after blowing his wad in her mouth.
She closed the drapes in the living room and kissed him.
"We don't want an audience," she said with a giggle. "Are we going to play some more?"
His face was flushed. "What about your husband?"
"Oh, don't worry about him. He won't be home for hours and hours." She lifted one of his hands and placed it on her tits. "Don't be so nervous."
"I'm not nervous."
But his hand didn't move. He was nervous, all right. She realized that if she didn't move slowly he'd be no good to her.
"Sit down over there," she said. "I'm going to make myself a drink and then I'm going to get more comfortable. You don't mind waiting for me, do you?"
He sat down with a Coke and one of Michael's sports magazines.
Sharon fixed her drink and then she hurried away with it to her bedroom.
Five minutes later she was back again, and when Eric looked up at her his eyes grew wide and he dropped the magazine he'd been reading.
She was naked. Almost naked. She wore a red lace garter belt and sheer red nylons and red patent leather pumps with five-inch heels. Her tits were like heavy cantaloupes, the nipples reddened by the rouge she'd put on them. The garter belt and the garter straps and the tops of her nylons framed her black cuntbush.
She smiled at him. Then she turned her back to him to show him her ass. Reaching behind her, she ran her palms over her asscheeks. "Am I as pretty as the girls in that magazine?"
His voice cracked. "Oh wow ..."
Sharon laughed and faced him again. She mde him stand up and she kissed him. She ran her fingers over the outline of his hard cock.
"Get undressed!" she whispered.
She watched him as he scrambled out of his clothes. In a few moments he was naked, lean and blond and without a single hair on his chest.
She palmed his balls. His banana-shaped cock was hard and dripping, rearing up towards his belly-button.
"You haven't said anything about the way I look," she teased.
He gulped, his eyes on her fat nipples. "You're beautiful."
She pulled her hand away from his balls and she used both hands to cup her tits. She bounced her tits on her palms, jiggled them with her hands as she watched the heat in his eyes. He was like a young stallion with that stiff cock dripping with impatience.
"There's no need to rush," she said. "We'll have more fun if we take our time."
She took him to her bedroom. She wanted his young body on her bed. She stretched out on the bed with her thighs open to show him her cunt and then giggled when he went crazy over her.
He was suddenly down on his knees between her legs. He kissed her thighs above the tops of her stockings and moved his face into her crotch.
She encouraged him. "I like that, honey! If you want to lick, you go right ahead!"
A quiver went through her as he sniffed around her wet cunt. She opened her thighs wide and pulled her knees back to her tits. He stroked her thighs and then moved his hands down over her lush ass, and then the next moment she gasped as his mouth came down on her gaping snatch.
He was better at it than she expected. Was he really a virgin? His open mouth covered her twat, his tongue pushing between her cuntlips to get at her cunthole. She used her own fingers to push her clit against his nose. That lovely little nose he had. Sharon, you're such a slut. Here you are with a teenaged boy eating you out.
The boy swabbed his tongue up and down her cunt and she peeled her cuntlips apart with her fingers to make it easier for him. Her clit was out, standing out like a little red soldier. He seemed to know what it was for. He started lapping his tongue over her swollen clit without her telling him to do it. What a surprise that was. It wasn't something she expected from a boy as young as this one.
She begged him to keep licking her, and after awhile she draped her legs over his shoulders and churned her ass around on the mattress. He nibbled at her clit and then moved down to suck the juices out of her cunthole and then moved back to her clit again.
She came. She went off on his face, her hands holding his head, pulling his head forward to get his face mashed against her spasming cunt as she popped off.
When she came down, she smiled at him. "Now fuck me! Get that cock inside me and fuck me!"
His face flushed, his hot eyes on her gaping cunt, he pushed his long pink prick inside her gaping cunthole.
Sharon groaned as she pulled her knees back against her tits.
The boy started moving. He seemed more confident now, more aware of his capabilities. His cock came partway out until he had just his knob in her fuckhole. He held it there a moment and then he plunged in again. He rammed forward, grunting as he buried his dick in her pussy. Then out again and in again and out again and in again and soon he was fucking her with a steady rhythm, a lovely hard fuck, his ass pumping, his body moving like a machine, his curved prick sliding in and out of her hungry cunt and driving her wild. She could feel his prick rasping over her clit. She clutched her tits, held them as he fucked her.
She squeezed her tits as he fucked her cunt. She loved the feel of his young nuts slapping against her asshole. How delicious it was to have that young cock sliding in and out of her gaping cunt. She was so wet. She could feel the juice pouring out, running out of her cunthole and streaming over her asshole. She watched the play of muscles in his chest and belly. What a lovely young stud he was, fucking her like a machine, her cuntjuice glistening on his pink cockshaft.
Then suddenly she twisted away, forced him to pull his cock out of her cunt.
"I'll get on my knees," she said. "You can do it from behind. You'll see how nice it is."
She rolled over on her knees and raised her ass towards him. She wagged her hips and shuddered with excitement.
"Go on, honey! Get it in!" She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled at the wild look in his face. "Go on, baby!"
But he wanted something else first. He fondled her, ran his hands over her thighs and ass. She heard him grunt as he squeezed her asscheeks, and then the next moment she groaned as she felt his mouth suddenly come down on her asshole.
"Oh Lord, yes! Oh you lovely boy! Go on, darling! Kiss it if you want!"
He did more than kiss it. She was amazed. She wondered where he'd learned it. He was much better at it than some grown men she'd known. He whirled his tongue around the outside of her asshole, tickling her shitter, lapping it and then sucking with his lips until she started wailing. Then his tongue was inside, sliding inside her ass and wiggling around like a wet snake in her shitter.
She melted. There was never anything to compare with it and whenever it was done to her she always melted. Now she was crazy for a fuck, dying to have his cock in her cunt. She begged him to fuck her and at last he pulled his face away from her ass and did what she wanted. She groaned as she felt his knob pushing inside her cunthole, sliding inside her steaming cunt-channel.
He pushed in. His cock felt bigger in this position. His hands gripped her hips as he pushed all of his young cock inside her cunt. She reached underneath to take hold of his balls as he started fucking her. She loved it. She heard him grunting as he pounded her pussy.
"Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, you little bastard! Fuck my brains out!"
She giggled as she heard herself. Oh Sharon. Oh Sharon baby, what a horny slut you are.
Then the boy blasted off and all she cared about now was the hot jism squirting inside her body.
CHAPTER FOUR
If Sharon's husband knew of her infidelities, there was never any sign of it. Sharon's hunger for sex continued unabated and her only fear was that one day she'd be careless and Michael would discover her cheating. She was willing to take the chance. She couldn't imagine herself leading a boring life. Her adventures had become as necessary as eating and breathing. And she needed variety. Walter and Charlie were after her all the time, but she craved new men in her life. It wasn't a man she needed, it was men.
Late one afternoon Sharon walked into a swank downtown cocktail lounge and ordered a daiquiri. She'd heard the place was popular and she wanted to see what it was like. In the back of her mind was the knowledge that she'd probably meet a man. She wanted it. She admitted to herself she wanted to be picked up and carried off someplace for a bit of fun. I won't be a hypocrite, she thought. In any case, what good would it do to pretend she wasn't looking for some action? A single woman walking into a crowded cocktail lounge at four in the afternoon wouldn't be looking for anything except a little excitement.
The only problem was that if she did pick someone up in the bar, it would be a complete stranger. It wasn't something she hadn't done before, but she was always leery of it. These days it wasn't that easy to tell the difference between a man who was interesting and a man who was dangerous. But what could a girl do, stay home and stare at the wall?
As it turned out, she had no problem with anyone dangerous. After she'd been sitting at the bar about twenty minutes, Sharon was approached by a man she knew. It was someone she hadn't seen in years. His name was Phil and they had actually dated in high school.
"I didn't think it was you at first," Phil said with a laugh. "You're more beautiful than ever, Sharon. You're a knockout."
Sharon smiled. "And you're a flatterer."
"What are you doing here?"
"What do you think?"
"Looking for action?"
Sharon shrugged. "Maybe. Is that so unusual?"
Phil chuckled. "Okay, maybe you found it."
He put his arm around her shoulders and ordered another round of drinks. It wasn't long before he was whispering in her ear, urging her to go with him to a motel. He said his wife was out of town visiting her mother.
"I could take you to my place," Phil said. "But maybe it's better not to."
Sharon gave him a coy smile. "I like motels."
And that was that. Phil was obviously surprised at how easy it was. In a few minutes they were necking in the parking lot near the cocktail lounge, kissing each other before going to their own cars to drive to the motel. Phil squeezed her ass and grabbed her tits. Sharon touched the outline of his hard cock through his pants. She was turned on. She could feel the wetness in the crotch of her panties.
When they finally broke apart, Sharon slipped inside her car in a hurry to get out of there and get to the motel. She drove with one hand on the wheel and the other hand betwee her legs. She pressed her cuntlips through her panties, pushing her clit around and rubbing it until she was on the verge of coming. She was amazed at how fast Phil had turned her on.
The two of them arrived at the motel at the same time. Phil registered and got the key, and once he and Sharon were inside the room they were immediately at each other.
Phil kissed her, his tongue working over her lips and teeth.
Her heart pounding, Sharon stepped away and kicked her shoes off. She smiled at him as she unbuttoned her blouse. In a moment she had her blouse and bra off and her hands holding her tits up to point her nipples at Phil's hot eyes.
"I remember you used to like my boobs a lot," she said.
Phil chuckled and pulled her down to the bed. He crushed his mouth against hers, his tongue pushing between her lips. His hands grabbed and squeezed her tits. He pressed his palms against her stiff nipples and massaged them.
Sharon nibbled his earlobe and blew her warm breath into his ear as he played with her tits.
"So you still like my boobs," she said with a soft laugh.
He slid his hands down her back, then worked at the zipper of her skirt with his fingers and pulled her skirt down and off her legs. Her bare flesh tingled under his touch as he slipped his hands inside her panties to fondle her asscheeks.
"We never did go all the way in high school," he said.
Yes, she remembered. She had dated him only a few times and they had never gone further than hot groping in the back seat of his car. Well, now they would get on with it!
She squirmed as he pressed his finger into the top of her asscrack. His mouth moved down her neck to her tits. He worked his lips around the underside of one tit and edged his mouth up towards her stiff nipples. He swirled his tongue over her nipples until she moaned with pleasure.
He was good. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was good. She groaned as he sucked her fat nipple into his mouth and squeezed it with his lips. He opened his mouth as wide as possible, fining his mouth with her titflesh and clamping down on her boob with his jaws.
She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head tighter against her heaving chest. The way he sucked her tits might bring her off. It felt marvelous. She quivered as his wet mouth continued moving over her tits.
Then his hands were pushing her panties down over her asscheeks. He peeled the panties all the way off and she lay there naked except for her stockings.
Phil rose up now and undressed. He gazed with hot eyes at her nakedness. Sharon lifted one knee and wantonly spread her legs to expose her hairy crotch.
He hissed at her. "Christ, that's nice!"
"Do you want me to take the stockings off?"
"Hell no, leave them on!"
She wondered what his wife was like. She wondered what kind of fuck he would be once they really got started. Part of the thrill of making it with a new man was finding out what he was like in bed. She let her legs fall further apart, revealing her swollen cuntlips and the eager pink bud of her clit. She teased him by opening and closing her thighs, beckoning him with the wet lips of her cunt.
When he finally had all his clothes off, she rolled over onto her belly to show him the round globes of her ass. With a grunt he fell onto the bed beside her and began kissing and licking the back of her neck.
One of his hands reached underneath to play with her tits while the other hand moved between her thighs and up to her asshole. He squeezed and fondled her assflesh. She raised her ass a bit and spread her legs. He trailed wet kisses down the lower part of her back and she moaned when his tongue probed the top of her asscrack.
Oh yes! she thought. Give it to me, baby! Get in there and give it to me!
She pressed her cunt mound against the mattress as he lapped his tongue over the rounds of her ass. Then finally he spread her asscheeks wide apart and licked into the groove between them.
She melted under his mouth. When he probed her asshole with his firm wet tongue, she groaned and shoved her ass up into his face. He lapped and licked her asshole, finally working his tongue inside the tight ring of her shitter, pushing it all the way inside her shitter and wriggling it until it made her crazy.
Sharon squirmed and writhed on the bed as he ate her ass. She trembled at the delicious sensation of his wet tongue stretching her tight little asshole. Then she shuddered as he nibbled at it, as he bit her brownie with his teeth, as he sucked at her wide-open shitter.
When he finally pulled his mouth away from her ass, he turned her over and smiled down at her.
"You like that, don't you? You like getting your ass eaten out."
"I'm not hiding it, am I?"
"No, I guess not. What about your pussy?"
Sharon giggled. "Darling, I love it all!"
He went down on her cunt, nibbling and licking the insides of her thighs and then moving his mouth over her cunt.
She clutched her tits and squirmed her hips. Hot cuntjuice gushed out of her pussy as he licked it. She pinched her nipples as his tongue slipped inside her cunthole. She clamped her thighs around his head, held him in an iron grip as she urged him on.
"Oh yes, eat it, baby! Eat that cunt! Suck me out!"
He slipped his hands underneath her ass, lifted her crotch and gazed with hot eyes at her drooling pussy. His tongue came fluttering out of his mouth like a pink snake, flicking at the bud of her clit, stroking it and whipping it until at last he closed his lips over it and sucked it hard.
The tongue-fucking drove her wild. Before long she twisted her body around to get her face near his cock. Cupping his balls with one hand, she ran her lips up and down the length of his hard prick.
Then finally she rose up on her hands and knees and straddled his body with her face hanging over his cock and balls and her cunt directly over his head.
She lowered her hips, squatted her wet cunt down on his mouth and groaned at him. "Stick your tongue inside! Fuck me with your tongue!"
Then she dropped her head and sucked one of his balls inside her mouth. She moved from his balls up to bis cock. She ran her lips up the length of his cockshaft, her hands gripping his ass and her fingers tickling his asscrack.
When she reached his cockhead, she lapped her tongue over the smooth knob. She tickled his pisshole with her tongue-tip. Then she opened her mouth and eased her lips over his bloated prick.
She sucked and slurped at his fat cockhead. A flood of warm saliva drooled out of the corners of her mouth to wash over his cockshaft. His cock was delicious, hot and tasty and his knob spongy on her tongue. She took more of his prick in her mouth, moving the ring of her lips down the length of his cockshaft, sucking his prick inside her mouth until his knob jabbed at her throat.
Then she pulled back again, scraped her teeth lightly against his cockshaft on the way up. Then once more plunging down, engulfing his prick until she had her nose pressed into his crotch hair.
She began bobbing her head, increasing the tempo as she continued sucking. Her fingers toyed with his balls, rolling them around inside his leathery ball-bag.
Then she was afraid he would come too soon and she abruptly pulled her mouth off his prick and licked it instead. She pressed her cunt down more firmly on his face, muffling his groans as he continued tonguing her oozing cunt.
She wanted fucking now. She quivered as she imagined how his thick cock would feel inside her pussy.
She pulled her cunt off his face and twisted her body around to squat over his rigid fuckpole. She took his cockshaft in her fist and swabbed his knob up and down between her cuntlips.
His arms folded under his head, Phil chuckled at her. "You know what you like, don't you?"
"I like a good fuck," Sharon said.
Phil grunted. "Go on, sit on it!"
She was turned on by the sight of his purple knob squeezing inside her cunthole. She groaned and pushed down, her fuckhole swallowing his cock until her ass slapped against fat balls.
His cock felt wonderful in her cunt-channel. She squirmed around, rocked her pussy back and forth on his hard fuckmeat. She loved the feel of his stiff cock rubbing against the walls of her cunt.
Phil grabbed her tits now. He raised his ass off the mattress as he fucked his cock into her pussy. He pinched her nipples as he pumped his hips. Sharon lowered the upper part of her body and dropped a tit into his open mouth. Phil's hands clutched her ass as he sucked her tit, then one of his fingers found her asshole and he pushed the finger inside.
She moaned, grinding her cunt on his cock. She could feel the hot juice pouring out of her snatch to drench his crotch. His finger felt wonderful in her ass. She had both holes filled, his cock in her cunthole and his finger in her asshole.
She groaned and quivered and shook, writhing on the double impalement. His cock plunged in and out of her cunt as his finger reamed out her shitter. She felt herself floating on a cloud of sexual bliss.
He suddenly stopped pumping. "Turn around. See if you can turn around without dropping my dick out."
"What for?"
Phil grinned at her. "So I can watch your ass while you fuck me. Come on, baby, do it!"
She managed it. She twisted her body around, and now she was squatting on his cock with her back to his face.
Once again he slipped a finger inside her asshole, but this time from the size of his finger she realized he had his thumb in there. All the way in. He wriggled his thumb around in her shitter, pressing it deep inside and stretching her shit-tube.
"How's that? You like that?"
Sharon moaned. "Yes, that's good! Fuck my asshole with your finger!"
She gazed down at her pussy and watched his cock slipping in and out of her cunthole. She cupped his balls and squeezed them, held his nuts and jiggled them as he continued thrusting in her cunt. One hand holding his bouncing balls, she used the other hand to massage her cuntlips and clit. He was good. He kept his cock fucking in and out of her cunt as she squatted over him, his cock in her cunt and his thumb in her ass. She pushed down to meet each stroke, fucking back at him, churning her wet cunt on his hard cock.
Phil finally made her get off him. He told her to roll over on her back and then he positioned himself between her legs. Sharon raised her knees and draped her legs over his shoulders as he guided his red prick inside her cunthole.
She shoved forward and she groaned as he felt his prick slam against her insides.
She was hungry for cock now. She prayed he would fuck her brains out. When their eyes met, she rolled her tongue over her lips.
"Fuck me, lover!"
"You want cock, huh?"
"Yes, I want cock! Come on, fuck me!"
He began pounding her pussy with his rampant prick. She loved it. She pulled her knees all the way back to her tits and then dropped her legs forward again and wrapped them around his back. It was so good. She loved feeling a man between her thighs like this, squeezing his body as his cock pumped in her wide open cunt.
It wasn't long before she felt the climax building. Their bodies slapped together, flesh slapping against flesh, his cock sawing in and out of her cunt like a greased piston.
Sharon came first. The spasms ripped through her pussy and then the heat spread out from her crotch to engulf the rest of her body.
Phil began pounding her with more force when he realized she was coming. He grunted and groaned, his balls slapping against her asshole, and then finally he cried out as the jism shot out of his prick.
She felt it. She felt the gobs of fuck-cream shooting into her, his hot spunk splashing against the walls of her pussy. She clamped her cunt muscles down on his thrusting cock to squeeze every last drop of come out of his balls.
When he finally pulled his cock out of her, the mixture of cuntjuice and jism gushed out of her cunthole in a flood. Sharon giggled and wet her fingers in it. She massaged her cunt with their juices, and then she turned on her side to cuddle against him.
"Christ, you're a good fuck!" Phil said.
Sharon smiled against his chest. She slid a hand down to cup his balls, wondering how long it would take to get him going again.
CHAPTER FIVE
The way Sharon was screwing around with Charlie in the office, it was only a matter of time before someone discovered her in a compromising position.
Compromising, indeed. One afternoon Charlie forgot to lock the door to his office and while he had Sharon bent over his desk with his cock in her ass the door opened and one of the other secretaries walked in.
Her name was Betty Colson and she almost fainted.
All three of them were paralyzed for a long moment. Then Betty gasped and sputtered and ran out.
"Oh Christ!" Charlie said.
"Charlie, you can't stop!"
"Are you crazy?"
"Finish it!"
Charlie finished it. He continued fucking her ass until they both made it and then he hurriedly got his clothes in order and told Sharon to get the hell out of his office.
"You'll get me fired!" he gasped.
"Oh Charlie, don't worry about her, I'll take care of it."
The next afternoon Sharon invited Betty to have a drink with her after work. Betty was reluctant at first, but Sharon insisted and eventually Betty agreed.
As they sat beside each other in a booth in a cocktail lounge, Sharon said: "I suppose you were shocked by what you saw yesterday."
Betty blushed. She was an attractive blonde, but she always seemed a little shy in the office.
"Yes, that's true," Betty said. "I'm not used to seeing things like that in the office."
Or maybe anywhere else, Sharon thought.
She wondered if Betty realized Charlie had been fucking her ass. Sharon found herself intrigued by Betty. She giggled to herself as she wondered if Betty had ever had her shithole plugged by a stiff cock. Sharon doubted it. She had difficulty imagining Betty bending over to have her asshole fucked.
Sharon spoke in a soothing voice. "Listen, I know we ought to have locked the door or something, but we didn't and that's that. It's not like we committed a crime, is it?"
"Of course not," Betty said. "I'm not a child, you know."
"Then you won't tell anyone, will you?"
Betty showed a soft smile. "I was shocked, all right. But then I went home and I told myself I was a hypocrite."
"A hypocrite?"
"Because I was envious of you. You seemed to be having such a good time!"
Sharon giggled. "Oh my!"
They continued drinking and talking and before long Sharon knew a great deal about Betty. She learned the blonde led a sheltered and uneventful life and that she hated it.
"I always wanted to be a sexpot," Betty said with a laugh. "I guess I'm just not the type."
"Darling, it's all in the mind," Sharon said. "A sexpot is just a woman who likes sex. If you like it enough, you find ways to do it."
"But you're married!"
"That's right, I'm married. My husband doesn't know anything and what he doesn't know won't hurt him."
"Oh boy!"
"Shocked?"
"When I was a girl, I always thought adultery was so sinful."
"And now?"
Betty smiled."I was married once. Only for a year, but long enough to learn a few things."
Sharon snickered. "A year is long enough for a girl to learn how much fun a cock can be."
Betty blushed and giggled, obviously thrilled by the new intimacy between them. Sharon saw how excited the blonde was and she continued the direction of the conversation.
"I like them long and thick," Sharon said. "Thick is the most important. I'd rather have a short thick one that a long thin one, wouldn't you?"
Betty giggled. "Not so loud, someone will hear you."
Sharon looked around them. "There's no one anywhere near us." Then she turned back to Betty. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Not for a long time."
"You're pretty enough to get all the cock you need."
Betty's voice was weak. "Oh God, I need another drink!"
"Not here," Sharon said. "My husband's out of town. Come on home with me and I'll make dinner for you."
And so a half hour later Sharon had Betty in her living room, the two of them drinking one daiquiri after another and showing no interest at all in food.
They talked about sex again. Now that she had enough booze in her, Betty readily admitted that she hungered for a more active sex life.
"Something is always better than nothing," the blonde said with a groan. "But I don't think I could do anything in the office."
"You need a lover," Sharon said. "A girl gets tired of using her finger."
Betty blushed furiously at the suggestion that she satisfied herself by whacking off. Sharon laughed when she saw the effect of what she'd said.
"Don't be silly, darling. We all do it. Let your hair down and admit that you play with your pussy sometimes."
"I don't like doing it."
Sharon laughed. "The hell you don't." Then she added: "I need to pee. Pour yourself another drink if you want it. Make yourself at home and I'll be right back."
Sharon hurried off to the bathroom. She had a crazy idea in her head about Betty. You're drunk enough to do it, Sharon thought. She stripped off her pantyhose and panties, and then she sat down and peed. When she finished, she wiped herself and giggled at her devilish conniving.
A few minutes later Sharon pranced back to the living room on her high heels. Her legs were bare now, but otherwise she seemed as dressed as before. If Betty noticed the difference, there was no sign of it.
Sharon sat down. She was deliberately careless about the arrangement of her dress, slumping down and pushing her hips forward until her bare pussy was partially uncovered.
A soft whisper of surprise came out of Betty's throat. She stared at Sharon's cunt mound as though she was hypnotized.
Sharon looked down at herself and chuckled. "It's just us girls, darling. I like to be comfortable."
Betty's voice was uncertain. "You're so . . . hairy down there."
Sharon laughed and sipped her drink. She wondered what the blonde's pussy looked like. Probably sweet and girlish. Then she wondered if Betty had ever made it with a girl. Was that why she was so shy with men? Sharon hadn't had a girl go down on her in years, not since before her marriage. But she knew it could be fun and she'd never thought it was that sinful.
Thinking about having her pussy licked turned Sharon on. She looked down over her belly again at her tangled bush of dark cunt hair. The insides of her thighs felt warm and her pulse was racing.
Well, let's find our how far she'll go, Sharon thought.
She opened her legs a bit more and slipped a hand between her thighs. She ran her fingers through her cunt bush, and then she stroked her forefinger up and down on the outside of her slit. She did it nonchalantly, talking to Betty in the meantime about how nice it was that the two of them were finally becoming friends.
"I always liked you," Sharon said, her finger now inside her slit to feel the dripping between her cuntlips.
Betty visibly trembled as she watched Sharon's hand. "My God, what are you doing?"
Sharon giggled, looking down at her hand as if she was just discovering where it was. "We're both girls, darling. All the talk about sex has made my pussy wet. And I bet you're as wet as I am but you're too bashful to admit it. You can diddle yourself if you want and keep me company."
Betty groaned. "I don't think I'm up to that."
Sharon groaned also, but for a different reason. Her finger had touched her clit again and the sensation was marvelous. She gently pulled the hood of her clit back and rolled the quivering little button around with the tip of her finger. With a soft moan, she opened her thighs wider and closed her palm over her cunt. She rubbed her mound, massaged her cuntlips and vibrated the shaft of her clit with a rapid motion.
"God, I'm wet," Sharon said. "You're not annoyed at me for doing this, are you? Do you think it's sinful?"
Betty moaned, her eyes as always on Sharon's exposed cunt. "I don't know what to think."
The blonde watched intently as Sharon continued to stroke herself.
Sharon felt wild and wonderful. She found it terribly exciting to have another woman watch her while she played with herself. Keeping her cuntlips pried open, she pushed a finger inside her cunthole and bucked her hips to fuck her hand.
Her cunt was sopping wet, the slurping noise made by the churning finger clearly audible.
Sharon unbuttoned the top of her dress now and slipped a hand inside to play with her tits. Her nipples were stiff. She cupped and squeezed each tit as she continued fucking her cunt with her fingers.
"It feels so good," Sharon said. "Nothing that feels so good can possibly be bad."
Her teeth biting her lower lip, Betty was obviously upset.
"Are you turned on?" Sharon said. "Does it turn you on to watch me play with myself?"
Betty nodded. "I wish I could be as brave as you are."
Sharon chuckled. "Try it."
"I don't know how to begin."
A quiver went through Sharon. "You can begin by getting some clothes off and showing as much as I'm showing."
Betty moved as though she was in a trance, her eyes glued to the open gash of Sharon's cunt. The blonde kicked her shoes off, raised her hips and peeled her pantyhose down at the same time. She peeled everything off her feet and then she hesitantly pulled her dress back and slowly opened her thighs.
Sharon smiled at Betty's blonde pussy. Betty had hardly any hair on her cunt and her pink cuntlips were clearly visible. Poking its tender nose out between the ragged pink lips was a surprisingly large clit.
"That's lovely," Sharon said. She was tempted to reach out and touch the blonde's cunt but she restrained herself.
Betty groaned. "Don't you think this is wrong?"
"Don't be silly," Sharon said. She was fascinated by the blonde's cunt. Betty's clit stood out like a miniature cock, almost an inch of pink clit sticking out near the top of her slit.
Sharon could now see the hunger in Betty's eyes. She's done it before, Sharon thought.
She's been with a woman before and she's dying to suck my cunt.
Sharon opened her legs further, pulled her cuntlips wide apart and offered her pussy to Betty's eyes.
Her face flushed, her breath hissing through her teeth, the blonde gazed at Sharon's glistening red cunt. Then she raised her eyes and met Sharon's.
Sharon smiled. "Go on, darling. I'd love it if you want to."
A great shudder went through Betty, and then a moment later she threw herself on the floor at Sharon's feet and buried her face between Sharon's open thighs.
Sharon mewled with pleasure. She was in charge now, completely in charge. She looked down at Betty's face as the blonde went crazy over her cunt. Sharon was thrilled at the sudden power she had over Betty. She stroked Betty's face while Betty greedily sucked up the juices oozing out of her twat. Betty seemed to revel in her submission.
She loves it, Sharon thought. She loves being down there.
Sharon put her hands on Betty's head and pushed the blonde's face away from her pussy.
"Take it easy, I don't want to come yet."
Betty blushed. She had Sharon's cuntjuice on her chin and now she trembled as she wiped it off with the back of her hand.
"I guess you think I'm a lez," Betty said.
Sharon chuckled. "I haven't thought one way or the other about it. Do you want to go on?"
"Yes."
"You'd make me very happy if you took some more clothes off. I'm dying to have a look at you."
Betty rose to her feet and undressed. In a few moments the blonde stood there stark naked. She had small tits with wide pink nipples. Her ass was small and firm-looking, and except for the visible slit beneath her cunt mound, she reminded Sharon of a boy.
"I like your body," Sharon said.
Betty blushed and looked down at her chest. "I don't have much in the way of boobs."
Sharon beckoned to her and the blonde came forward. Sharon stroked Betty's tits and nipples. Then she dropped her hands down to Betty's hips and she made Betty turn around.
Betty giggled as Sharon squeezed her asscheeks. Then the giggle turned to a purr of pleasure as Sharon's fingers stroked inside her asscrack.
"What are you doing?" Betty asked.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes!"
"Bend over, darling."
It was nothing but a whim of Sharon's, but the idea excited her and she wanted to do it. And Betty seemed so submissive, so eager to be used.
Sharon looked at the blonde's pink asshole a moment. Then she wet the thumb of her right hand with saliva and pushed it inside Betty's grommet.
Betty groaned. "Oh God!"
Sharon slipped the forefinger and middle finger of the same hand inside Betty's wet cunthole.
Betty trembled from head to toe as Sharon slowly fucked her ass and cunt with her fingers.
"Ever had this?" Sharon asked.
"Never," Betty said with a shudder.
"I'll make you come. Just stay as you are and I'll make you come."
Betty came quickly. She cried out and trembled as she made it, the hot cuntjuice pouring out over Sharon's fingers.
Sharon kept her fingers in the blonde's cunthole and asshole. She continued fucking Betty with her hand.
Maybe she'd had it in the ass, Sharon thought. The blonde's shithole was elastic and pliant enough to easily take a cock.
"Have you ever had a cock in your ass?"
"Dear God no!"
Sharon giggled. "There's nothing like six or seven inches of hard dick up your ass to make you feel like a woman. You don't know what you're missing, darling. Doesn't my finger feel good?"
Betty's voice was weak. "Yes!"
Sharon pulled her thumb out of the blonde's asshole. "You do it. Stick your finger in there and see how nice it is."
Betty did it. It was obvious to Sharon that Betty would now do anything she was told. She watched the blonde ream her asshole out with her finger, and then Sharon pushed Betty away and told her to he down on the rug.
"On your back, darling. I'm going to give you what you want." Sharon stripped her clothes off. Then she straddled Betty's body and smiled down at the blonde's blushing face. "Time for lunch?"
Her eyes on Sharon's dark cuntbush, Betty fan her tongue over her lips. "Yes!"
A sigh came out of Sharon as she squatted down and settled her gash over Betty's waiting mouth. Well, now the blonde wouldn't talk about what she'd seen in the office, would she? That part was fixed and all that remained now was dessert.
"Do my asshole," Sharon said. "I like to be rimmed when I'm getting sucked."
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon and her husband spent the following weekend visiting his mother. Sharon was happy when the weekend was over and during the long drive home she found herself extremely restless.
It's guilt, she thought. She felt guilty about all the cheating she'd been doing. All the men she'd been fucking. And Betty Colson, of course. She'd had only that one time with Betty Colson. Was that considered adultery too?
Sharon was also very horny. After three days without sex, her pussy quivered whenever she thought about it.
Michael had tossed around some hints about fucking as soon as they got home, but she wasn't sure that would happen.
I'm nothing but a slut, she thought. I think about nothing except sex.
Her crotch felt like a steaming swamp. She fidgeted and squirmed on the car seat as she tried to keep her mind occupied by the passing scenery. It didn't work. She could think of nothing except fucking.
As she twisted and turned her ass on the seat, Sharon imagined a third cock slipping into her pussy and spreading her hot cuntlips. She told herself she was just responding to the boring weekend. A woman her age needed excitement and Michael was such a dreadful bore.
Sharon remembered the way Charlie Reed had fucked her to a frazzle just the other day. It was a sweet memory. Cuntjuice oozed out of her pussy as she recalled his lovely cock reaming out her fuck-channel.
She wondered if she would ever see the teenaged boy Eric again. She really didn't care. The world was filled with men. She was think- ing about her boss Walter Benson when she realized Michael was talking to her.
"We've been a long time without fucking," Michael said. "I wouldn't mind your hand over her giving some attention to my cock."
Sharon giggled. She didn't care about traffic. If anyone saw them they could close their eyes. It was thrilling to play around when there was a chance someone might see them.
Her cunt was on fire as she reached over and unzipped Michael's fly. His prick was already half-hard. She could feel it throbbing as she slipped her fingers through the opening in his shorts.
She held his meaty cockshaft in her hand, feeling the heat of it, her fingers running over the flared rim of his knob. Michael grunted with pleasure as she pulled his thickening cock out into the open.
At last his hat popped free. Sharon made a sound of pleasure as she fluttered her fingertips over his hardening cockmeat. The slit in his knob was already oozing cockjuice. She smeared the juice over his velvety cockhead with her fingers.
Michael's cock was soon as hard as iron, his heavily veined cockshaft thrusting rigidly out of his fly under the steering wheel.
Sharon wrapped her fingers around his swollen fuckpole and pumped her hand up and down a few times.
"Nice," Michael said. His hands gripped the steering wheel more tightly. "Maybe we ought to take it easy, baby. We don't want to wreck the damn car."
Sharon mewled. Her cunt grew hotter and wetter as his cock became harder and bigger. She moved closer to him on the seat. "God, I love your prick!"
Michael groaned. "Okay, do it! Jerk me off!"
Sharon giggled. "Only if you promise to be careful driving."
"I promise, damn it, I promise!"
Her hand began working up and down his cockshaft. The loose outer skin slid smoothly over the iron-hard inner core of muscle. His cockhead swelled up like a purple mushroom.
"Suck it!" Michael hissed. "Go down on it!"
Sharon hesitated. It wouldn't be the first time she'd sucked a cock in a moving car, but she didn't care to have the steering wheel banging on her head.
She finally stretched out on the seat, her body twisted so that she could get her head in his lap. The knowledge that anyone in a passing truck would be able to see her made her tremble with excitement.
His juicy cockhead was close to her face now. She turned her head and opened her lips to suck his swollen knob into her mouth.
She could taste his cockjuice. It tasted delicious. She squeezed his knob with her fingers to get more of the fresh prick-juice out of the tip.
Michael groaned and Sharon prayed he would keep the car on the road. She wondered how many blowjobs were going on in cars on the highways at that moment.
Now she squeezed her thighs together as she probed Michael's pisshole with her tongue. She gobbled his fuckpole until his cockhead tickled the back of her throat. His prick was hot and throbbing. She clamped down on it, massaging his cock flesh with her lips and tongue. When she pulled her mouth back to the tip of his cock, she left a trail of saliva on his cockshaft.
She moved now, shifted her body into a more comfortable position. Her ass was sticking up, her head buried in his lap, her skirt pushed up to the tops of her thighs. She could feel the cool air blowing over her crotch.
Michael removed one hand from the steering wheel and slid it over her back and down to her ass. Sharon quivered as his hand worked its way between her thighs.
"Christ, you're wet!" he said. The crotch of her panties was sopping. He worked a finger under the elastic of her bikinis and pushed the finger inside the hot swamp of her pussy.
A thrill went through her as his finger churned inside her dripping cunthole. He soon added another finger. Sharon's body spasmed as her cunt grabbed at the fingers in her fuck-hole. She humped her ass, fucking her pussy at his hand, helping him work his fingers in her greedy fuck-channel.
This was heaven for her. She had fingers in her cunt at one end and a cock in her mouth at the other end.
Mile after mile, she continued sucking his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, her lips sliding nearly the full length of his rock-hard cock and then pulling back to his cockhead.
She loved the taste and feel of his warm cockmeat in her mouth. She sucked and slurped on his drooling prick. At intervals she took his cockhead halfway down her throat, holding it there a moment before she pulled back to breathe.
Michael's fingers continued fucking in and out of her pussy. Her cunt muscles sucked on his fingers, grabbing at them as though they were a cock about to squirt jism in her cunt-channel.
Well, it's one way to travel! she thought.
Now she managed to work a hand inside his pants to fondle his balls. From the feel of his nuts she guessed he was about to shoot off soon. She debated whether to bring him off now or wait until they got home. She decided it was silly to waste a good come. She knew he was aching to get his rocks off.
The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. The idea of taking his hot load in her sucking mouth made her tremble.
Michael suddenly groaned and warned her. His cock buckled and jerked in her mouth. His balls jumped in her hand. Grunting and moaning, he pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road.
The first jets of hot jism spewed out of his knob and into her sucking mouth. His fingers probed her gushing cunt. Her mouth stuffed with his spurting cock, she shuddered and came.
She squirmed her ass with lust as his fingers continued working inside he cunt-channel. She swallowed wad after wad of thick jism. Then her pussy spasmed and she came again, her cunt muscles convulsing on his fingers.
Still with a mouthful of cockmeat, she gulped his fuck-cream, as her mouth fell open, great gobs of his jism poured out to run down her chin.
Sharon finally sighed and sat up. She smoothed her skirt down and wiped the jism off her face with a tissue. Then she looked at Michael and giggled. "We brought in the oil well, didn't we, honey?" t t t
"Hurry up," Walter Benson said. "I've got to get back to the office soon."
It was Monday again and Sharon was with her boss. This time they were in a motel room. She slid her bikini panties down her shapely legs and stepped out of them.
Completely naked now, she stood in the center of the room and palmed her tits. Walter lay in the middle of the bed stroking his hard cock as he looked at her. She had just put on a striptease for him and she was excited by the hot lust in his eyes.
"Great little show," Walter said. "Now come over here and we'll get down to fundamentals."
His swollen cock swayed in the air as he gave it a light pat. Sharon climbed onto the bed beside him and took his cock in her hand.
"What did you have in mind?"
Walter snickered. "Use your imagination. I'm sure you can come up with an idea or two. You're smart, aren't you? You ought to have some ideas once in a while."
"How about a little sucking? Would you like that?"
She leaned over his trembling cock and licked it with the tip of her tongue. Then she opened her lips and engulfed his cockhead. She swirled her tongue over the spongy knob, sucking his cock deeper inside her mouth. Her lips stretched wide as she swooped down on his thick cockshaft. His cockhead settled at the back of her throat. She held it like that a moment, and then she pulled back.
Her crotch was a sticky swamp of cuntjuice. She pumped her mouth up and down a few times on his cock, sucking his huge fuck-pole as deeply as she could without gagging. With each stroke her saliva ran out of the corners of her stretched mouth to stream down his glistening cockshaft.
She loved it. God, how she loved sucking a hot dick! There was no more exciting feeling in the world than swallowing a big fat prick. She loved to feel it pulsing between her lips and sinking into the back of her throat. She loved having her mouth stuffed with hot throbbing cockmeat.
As she slobbered over Walter's prick, she quivered with anticipation at the thought of his hot jism shooting into her mouth. She wouldn't mind a cock creaming in her mouth all day long. She would gladly swallow every drop.
"Beautiful," Walter said with a groan. "You're a great little cocksucker. Keep your head moving, baby! Keep fucking it with your mouth! Yeah, you like it, don't you? You like that hot banana in your mouth!"
She continued working her mouth up and down on his prick, but then she suddenly felt his hands yank her head away. His swollen cock slipped wetly out of her open mouth.
"That's enough sucking," he said with a grunt. "You've got a mouth like a fucking; vacuum cleaner. You'll suck my brains out if
I don't stop you."
Sharon blushed and rubbed her legs together. "I like it. I can't get enough of it."
Walter grinned at her. "You're a hot-cunted bitch! Get up on all fours and I'll fuck you from behind!"
Quivering with excitement, Sharon knelt on the bed with her shoulders down and her ass in the air.
She watched as he crawled around behind her. She could see the heavy sack of his balls dangling under his jutting cock. She bit her lip as he pressed up against her and rubbed his hard cock in the crack of her ass.
When his hands grabbed her ass, she pushed and rolled her ass around on his throbbing cockshaft.
Walter chuckled. "You like this, don't you?"
"You know I do."
A shiver of excitement went through her as she thought about him fucking her in the ass. She was hot enough to come that way now. If he wanted her ass she was ready for him.
There was something about Walter that really turned her on. Maybe it was the gruff way he treated her. Maybe it was the power he had in the office. Maybe it was because he really didn't give a damn about her and just used her to fuck. She didn't care. All she cared about was that he turned her on.
Now Walter reached around and began playing with her clit. His fingers rolled her clit around in her sticky cuntlips until she felt the sweat break out on her forehead.
God, she was hot. His cock was still hard between her asscheeks and she could feel it pulsing and twitching. Her hips swaying from side to side, she moaned with pleasure. It was so good to feel a cock pressing against her like that.
Sharon wondered if Walter realized how hot she was now. She would let him do anything. He could fuck her any way he wanted.
She was glad they were in a motel room. She felt safe and secure and free to really let herself go.
"Stick it in!" she begged. "Fuck me, Walter! Give me that cock!"
He snickered at her. "Where?"
"I don't care. Anywhere!"
His cockhead brushed against her clit as he pushed it between her legs. The incredible sensation made her shiver with lust. She rocked her hips back and forth, waiting breathlessly for him to rip her pussy open with his big dick.
Then he was there, the hot tip of his cock settling between the slick folds of her cuntlips. His knob stretched the mouth of her cunthole as he pressed forward and screwed his cock inside about an inch.
Sharon gyrated her ass and begged for more.
She felt his cock sink inside her cuntflesh. She felt his cockmeat throbbing between her legs. He was only halfway inside and yet she already felt completely stuffed.
She groaned at him. She wanted to feel his dick all the way in. She wanted to feel his fuckpole piercing her insides.
He lunged forward, screwing his thick cockshaft the rest of the way into her belly. The stretching of her cunt by his fat dick brought a groan out of her throat.
Walter grunted and began pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. He did it slowly, his balls bouncing with each stroke as his cockhead reamed out her fuck-channel. She rocked her hips with each powerful thrust.
She loved it. She loved the feel of his cock pistoning in and out of her wet fuckhole. She was nothing but a hairy hole hungry for hard cock. She thought she'd go out of her mind with the pleasure of it. The elastic walls of her cunt clutched at his cockshaft, sucking on his prick each time he pulled back for another thrust.
Then she felt him playing with her asshole. His fingertip toyed with the tiny opening. He teased the puckered ring of her shitter. He swabbed his finger between her juice-drenched cuntlips and moved the finger back to her asshole. She groaned as she realized he was lubricating her shithole with her cuntjuice.
His finger probed at the entrance to her asshole, and then suddenly he drove the finger forward and rammed it all the way inside her shit-tube.
Sharon groaned. She had his cock in her cunt and his finger in her ass. The double penetration overwhelmed her senses. She mewled and moaned as his cock and finger pistoned in and out of her cunt and ass.
Then suddenly he pulled his cock out of her cunt and pressed the tip against her asshole.
"Open up," he said. "Open your ass for my prick."
"Oh, God!"
"Change your mind?"
"No, give it to me! Fuck my ass!"
Her asshole slowly opened as he leaned forward and screwed his big cock inside her shit-tube.
Whatever pain there was quickly dissipated. Walter grabbed her asscheeks and rammed forward. He drove his long prick halfway in and then he stopped. Sharon thought she'd go out of her mind. Saliva drooled out of her mouth. She could think of nothing except the intense burning sensation in the depths of her ass.
Now he pulled back and pushed in again. This time his cock sank all the way in. She squirmed on the bed, digging her fingers into the mattress as his thick cock stretched her shitter.
Holding her hips with his hands, he began pumping his cock in and out of her shit-tube. She could hear the loud sucking noises her ass made as it sucked on his sliding prick.
There was only pleasure now, the hot pleasure of a lovely assfuck. She was soon ramming her ass back to meet his thrusting, churning her hips as her asshole sucked on his prick.
Walter giggled at the way she tossed around. He reached underneath to grab her clit between his thumb and forefinger. A bolt of pleasure shot through Sharon's pussy as he rolled her stiff clit between his fingers.
She suddenly started coming. The climax was powerful, wracking her body with spasms and making her toss her head from side to side. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Walter kept his cock in her ass until the end, and then he pulled out and he let her roll over on her back.
He straddled her, shifted forward until he had his cock and balls hanging over her face.
"Suck it," he said. "I'll come in your mouth."
With a deep shudder, Sharon took his fat knob between her lips and started sucking it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hello, Mrs. Jameson." Sharon never expected to see Eric again, but there was the boy standing at the front door. "Hello, Eric."
He had a friend with him, a boy his own age. The second boy was staring at Sharon as if she had suddenly turned into a strawberry shortcake.
"I just came by to see how you're doing," Eric said.
Sharon frowned. She knew what they wanted. She had enough sense to know they wouldn't bother visiting her unless they expected something for it. What they expected was a chance to fuck her. Eric had no doubt told his friend about her and promised him a piece of ass.
I'm the town slut! Sharon thought.
Her first thought was to send them away. Then she remembered the fun she'd had with Eric. His friend was a tall skinny kid with a freckled face. Did she dare take on the two of them?
The more she thought about it, the more her pussy fluttered. It was only one o'clock and she had a good four or five hours before Michael came home. She'd been dreading a boring afternoon and now the two boys were here. Two healthy kids with no interest in anything but fucking. She looked at the bulge in the crotch of each pair of tight jeans.
"All right, come inside," she said.
The tall boy's name was Kirby and he blushed when Sharon smiled at him.
"How old are you?" Sharon said to Kirby.
The boy shrugged. "I'm the same age as Eric."
"Eric told you if you come along with him maybe I'll let you fuck me. That's it, isn't it?"
Both boys seemed paralyzed. They were afraid now she'd throw them out after all.
"Answer me," Sharon said.
Kirby finally nodded. "That's what he said."
Sharon sighed. "We'll see what happens. In the meantime sit down before I change my mind and toss you out of here."
Wiggling her ass, she walked off to the kitchen to get them some beer. When she came back she fixed herself a martini and drank half of it quickly. You're crazy! she thought. You're a damn slut and you're completely crazy!
She sat between them on the sofa, talking to them, teasing them about how nervy they were, and before long the martini started working and she was giggling at the way they both stared at her tits. Eric already knew what she looked like naked, but his eyes were as hungry as Kirby's. She was wearing a halter top and a pair of shorts and they almost had their tongues hanging out ready to lap her tits.
"Take it off," she said to Kirby.
He looked at her with questioning eyes. "What?"
"Untie my top and take it off. Go on, do it.
Your eyes are falling out of your head. If you want to see my tits, I'm giving you the chance."
The boy gulped. With trembling fingers, he untied the bow at her neck and peeled the halter from her tits.
Kirby bit his lip as he stared at her tits.
Sharon giggled. She cupped a hand under each tit and raised them on her palms. "Nice?"
"Jesus, yes!"
"Now you show me something in return. Show me something of yours."
She laughed when they hesitated.
"Hurry up," she said. "The lady's waiting. You either get those cocks out of your pants or go home."
They hurried to obey her, both boys standing and unbuckling their belts at the same time. Sharon picked up her martini and sipped it as she waited for them. She was like a queen with two slave boys.
Her eyes shifted from one boy to the other, watching as they pushed their jeans down to their knees. She could see their cocks bulging in their jockey shorts. Then the shorts came down, and when she looked at Kirby's crotchy she found herself confronted with the biggest cock she'd ever seen.
He had a horse-cock.
His cockhead wasn't that big, but his cockshaft was at least as thick as her wrist and about ten inches long.
Sharon stared at it with wide-open eyes. She could feel her cunt twitching.
"Oh Lord in heaven!" she said in a whisper.
She had to get her mouth on it. She could no more resist getting her mouth on that huge fuckpole than she could resist breathing. She had to have it.
"Take everything off," she said. "Both of you take everything off and sit down."
She waited for them. When they were seated on the sofa naked, she knelt on the rug between Kirby's legs. At first she just looked at his massive cock. He was as hard as he would ever be and her heart raced as she gazed at his throbbing cockmeat.
"God, what a prick!"
She put her hands on it. Both hands. She began slowly pumping his fuckpole up and down.
Kirby groaned, closed his eyes and leaned back against the pillows.
Sharon's cunt spasmed when a gob of clear cock juice oozed out of his huge pisshole. She continued pumping his cock up and down. She was careful to move her hand slowly. She did not want him to come. Not just yet.
His cock felt so thick and hot in her hand it made her wild with lust.
Finally she released him. She quickly stripped her shorts off and tossed them aside. Once again she knelt down on the rug between Kirby's legs. She wiggled her ass as she once more grabbed his mouth-watering prick.
This time she leaned forward and blew her hot breath on the tip of his cock. The boy shuddered and groaned. He knew what was coming. A moment later she opened her lips and gluttonously sucked his cockhead into her warm mouth.
Kirby moaned.
Sharon swirled her tongue over his hot knob. She massaged the velvety skin of his cockhead. She pumped her fingers up and down his huge cockshaft.
Inch by inch she gradually took more of his cock inside her mouth. She was stuffed with cockmeat. She had to open her jaws as wide as possible. His cockshaft was so thick she could hardly take him.
A thick flood of cuntjuice gushed out of her pussy. She was turned on, quivering as she slowly gobbled up the boy's fuckpole. Finally she pulled her mouth back up again, lapping her tongue one last time over his fat cockhead and then letting his knob pop out of her mouth with a sucking noise.
Hefting his huge pink balls in her hand, she looked up at him and smiled. "This is the biggest lollipop I've ever seen!"
Kirby groaned.
Eric giggled. "I told you, pal. She's really something, isn't she?"
Sharon frowned at Eric. "Don't be so sure of yourself."
The boy trembled. "I'm not."
Sharon pulled away and told Kirby to get on the rug. "On your back."
The tall boy went down on the rug on his back. Sharon crouched between his legs and once more took his cock in her hands. She slowly pumped his prick up and down, her eyes fixed on his red cockhead. His cock was so big she had to have her hands on it to convince her it was real.
Now Eric came behind Sharon and maneuvered his body until he had his mouth under her cunt.
Sharon quivered. "That's good. Now you're getting the idea."
Clever little bugger, she thought. He was too restless to miss any of the action, too jealous of the attention she was giving to Kirby's big dick. If Eric wanted a mouthful of pussy, she wouldn't stop him.
Snickering at her own lewdness, Sharon squatted down over Eric's face and plastered her cunt against his mouth. "Suck it, honey! Give it a good suck!"
His tongue drilled inside her cunthole as she mashed her cuntlips against his nose.
Now she forced her attention back to Kirby. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and sucked his knob inside. This time she took him in deeper than before. She slowly engulfed his cock until she had his cockhead jabbing at the back of her throat. Even so, the ring of her lips was nowhere near the base of his cockshaft. He was just too big for her, too many inches to fit in her mouth.
But she managed to relax her throat muscles long enough to get his cockhead part way down. It wasn't long before she gagged and she had to pull back. Saliva drooled out of her mouth to wash over his cockshaft. She sucked her lips off his knob, swirled her tongue over his cockhead and tickled his pisshole with her tongue-tip.
The boy shuddered as she worked her hot mouth over his prick. She squirmed with pleasure as Eric probed his tongue in and out of her drooling cunthole.
Let's have some cream, she thought. Let's get a load of this big salami.
Once again she sucked Kirby's cockhead into her mouth. This time she closed her teeth behind the rim of his knob and began pumping his cockshaft with her fist.
A great shudder went through the boy's frame.
Sharon knew this was the only way she could bring him off. She wanted his load of jism in her mouth.
Kirby groaned and his ass lurched off the sofa.
Sharon giggled and pushed him back. Her fist continued pumping his cock and her mouth continued sucking his knob.
She worked her tongue into his pisshole at the same time as she pushed her finger inside his tight asshole.
Kirby cried out. "Oh Jesus, I'll shoot if you keep that up!"
Sharon giggled at him, her fist continuing to pump his prick. "Do it, honey! Just let yourself go and do it!"
She took his knob in her mouth again, her fist pumping his prick while her finger diddled his asshole.
The boy suddenly groaned and heaved off the sofa. Sharon had a time holding his knob in her mouth but she did it. He started coming, his ass bucking and his legs going stiff. She sucked and slurped on his cockhead, a thrill going through her as the first jet of jism erupted in her mouth.
Then his knob seemed to explode as it gushed a hot load of fuck-cream. His spunk came out thick and hot and more of it than she'd ever known out of one cock before.
Like a flood of white cockjuice.
Spurt after spurt of thick jism splattered against her tongue and against the back of her throat. The boy's cock spewed out jism like a gushing oil well.
She swallowed convulsively. Her pussy quivered as gob after gob of slimy white cock-cream slid down her throat. Her hand gripping his heavy balls, she squeezed his nuts to get everything out of him. She sucked at his pisshole to get the last drop of jism out of his balls. She churned her finger around in his asshole as she drank up his fountain of jism.
Eric pulled his face away from Sharon's cunt now.
Sharon left Kirby's cock and she went to work on Eric. She giggled at the boy as she grabbed his prick and stuffed it inside her mouth.
She forced Eric's cockhead halfway down her throat. Then she pulled back, gripped his cockshaft with her lips and teeth and started jacking his prick with her fingers.
It wasn't long before Eric heaved his ass off the rug and started coming.
Mewling with pleasure, Sharon swallowed jet after jet of his hot jism. She'd never had so much jism at one time. She was flooded with it, the hot jism of two boys coating her lips and her teeth and her chin.
Then it was done. She licked her lips like a satisfied cat. She swallowed the last of Eric's load and then she smiled at the two boys.
"You don't mind if I jerk off, do you?"
She lay back on the rug with her eyes closed and her legs spread wide. She quivered as, she thought about all the fuck-cream she had just swallowed. She licked her lips. Oh God, she was hot! She pulled her knees back, then jammed three fingers inside her sopping cunt. She fucked herself with her hand, pistoning her fingers in and out of her drenched cunthole.
The boys watched her with wide eyes as she squirmed and twisted on the rug.
Sharon smiled at them, her eyes glittering as she pumped her hand in and out of her juicy cunt-channel.
Each boy closed a fist around his prick and began slowly pumping his fuckmeat. Sharon watched as their young cocks hardened in their hands. Their pricks were soon stiff and ready for fucking.
She rubbed her wet cunt furiously with her hand. Her crotch was a swamp of hot cuntjuice and she shuddered at the lewd squishing noise made by her fingers.
One hand gripping a swollen tit, she massaged her pussy with the other hand and pleaded with them to fuck her. "I want a cock in my pussy!"
She crawled on her hands and knees to Eric and slurped his cock into her mouth. Then she pulled her mouth off Eric's prick and looked at Kirby.
"Get behind me and fuck me! Fuck me, you little bastard! Stuff that monster in my cunt!"
Kirby grinned as he moved behind her. He'd been dying to fuck her from the beginning and he wasted no time getting behind her ass.
Sharon gobbled Eric's prick again and then she mewled with pleasure when she felt Kirby's fat knob pushing between her cuntlips. Kirby ran his hands over her asscheeks and tickled her asshole.
"Not in my ass!" she hissed. "Stick it in my cunt!"
The boy pushed his huge cock between her hairy cuntlips. Then he paused. Sharon pushed back at him, screwing her cunthole on his knob. Her cunt was so juicy he had no trouble driving his huge prick inside her cunt-channel.
She wailed as the boy's big cock stretched the mouth of her cunthole.
She gobbled Eric's cock again, taking him in deep until his knob was in her throat.
She was skewered now, penetrated at both ends of her body like a slab of meat between two spears. Kirby's huge horse-cock stretched her cunt-mouth to its limit. Eric's throbbing prick stuffed her face.
She began rocking back and forth, slurping on Eric's cock and pushing back to swallow Kirby's cock with her cunt. She was amazed she could take Kirby's big prick without hurting herself.
Kirby soon realized the capacity of her pussy and he started ramming her. Each time he thrust forward, he slammed his cock in up to his balls.
"Christ, what a cunt!" the boy said with a groan.
Sharon moaned as she mouth-fucked Eric's cock. Saliva drooled out of her mouth to drench his cock and balls. She loved the feeling of being penetrated fore and aft by two cocks, the feeling of being stuffed with cockmeat. Kirby's cock was stretching her cuntmouth beyond anything she had ever experienced and the sensation was exquisite.
Soon the boys were grunting and groaning as they approached their orgasms. Eric stiffened and started shooting his load into Sharon's mouth. A shudder went through her as she jammed her ass back at Kirby's plunging prick. Kirby grabbed her hips and slammed his cock in and out of her cunt with bone-rattling thrusts. Then he grunted and came, his cock pumping, his fat balls slapping against her cunthps as he dumped his load.
. Sharon could feel wad after wad of hot jism shooting into her cunt-channel. Waves of pleasure spread out from her crotch to flood her body. Her cunt spasmed, her clit quivered, her legs trembled as she shuddered and finally collapsed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sharon became more and more absorbed in her affair with Walter Benson. Michael seemed distracted by something and not so interested in fucking her as much as before. Or maybe she was just imagining things. She was so busy fucking around behind Michael's back, she didn't trust her judgment any more.
Sharon managed to see Walter three or four times a week, usually in motels, but sometimes in his house when his wife Laura was away. It gradually dawned on Sharon that Laura knew everything about their affair, that Walter had told Laura almost at the beginning.
When Sharon asked Walter about it, he grinned and wouldn't deny it. "So what? She doesn't care, so what's the difference?"
"Oh Walter."
"What's the problem?"
Sharon frowned. "I won't know how to behave the next time I meet her."
"Come on, the hell with that, you don't see her that often."
What bound Sharon to Walter was the hunger she had for the way he fucked her. He kept her in a state of constant excitement. She was always turned on when she was with him, always ready for fucking, her pussy always dripping. He knew how to bring out the lust in her, how to get her pot boiling. He knew how to bring out the lust in her, how to get her pot boiling. All he had to do was look at her in a certain way and her cunt would get wet. And he was so kinky. He did all sorts of crazy things to her. He chewed her toes, sucked her ass and lapped her pussy until she couldn't stand it any more.
He was a lingerie freak, demanding that she dress for fucking in a garter belt and stockings and high heels. Then she had to parade around the motel room before approaching him to sit on his face. The one certainty in her hfe was that every session with Walter Benson would bring her fantastic orgasms. Walter completely dominated their relationship and she found it impossible to refuse him anything. He gave the orders. She dressed and undressed at his command and she found herself thrilled by it all.
Then one day Walter came to her and suggested they do something with Laura.
"We'll have a little party," he said.
He laughed when Sharon looked puzzled.
"A threesome," Walter said. "We all get in bed together and fuck."
Sharon was shocked. "I thought you said she doesn't like sex."
Walter shrugged. "She likes it when she likes it. So how about it?"
"Walter, it's crazy!"
"Crazy, hell! We'll have a ball. You said your husband is going out of town next weekend and you can sleep over at our place. You just tell your husband my wife invited you and he won't bat an eye."
Sharon was in a quandary. "You told youE wife all about us, didn't you?"
Walter grinned. "Yeah, she knows everything. She knows and she doesn't care. She says she wants us to party."
"Did she really say that?"
"You bet your cute little butt she did."
Sharon finally went along with it. She always gave in to Walter. But this time she also had to admit the idea intrigued her. Was Laura really that eager for it? They'd met once or twice but Sharon had always thought Laura was too snooty to be a friend. Now she wondered what Laura was like when she let her hair down. Was Laura under Walter's thumb? Laura seemed too strong-willed to be dominated by Walter.
Thinking about that, Sharon wondered whose idea the threesome was anyway. Was the idea Walter's or Laura's? Sharon wondered how often Walter and Laura did this sort of thing. Walter's story about Laura's not liking sex was obviously just a convenient line.
When the fateful day finally arrived, Sharon found herself nervous about it. She told Walter she didn't want to go through with it, but he succeeded in calming her down.
"You just come along to our place," Walter said, fondling her ass through her dress with his middle finger pressing against her asshole. "I promise you won't be sorry."
That was Friday morning, and later that evening Sharon was at the Benson house having dinner with Walter and Laura. It was the first time Sharon had seen Laura since she'd learned Laura knew about her and Walter. Laura seemed friendly enough and Sharon was relieved.
"You look adorable tonight," Laura said. "I like that dress."
Sharon blushed. She fo\mA the whole thing so weird. The three of them were acting like they were not doing anything out of the ordinary, but in a short while they intended to chmb into bed together.
After dinner, they sat in the living room and continued the game, gossiping and talking about nothing at all. Walter was sitting beside Sharon on the sofa, and when he put his hand on her knee she thought nothing of it. But then his hand shpped under the edge of her dress to fondle her thigh.
Sharon was embarrassed. There was no way to escape the fact that Walter's wife was sitting right there and watching them. Laura was telling a story about some trip she'd made, and although she obviously noticed Walter's hand under Sharon's dress, she went right on talking without batting an eye.
It wasn't long before Walter's fingers moved along Sharon's thigh to tease her cunt mound through her panties. Sharon's heart pounded. She tried to pretend nothing was happening, tried to act as cool as Laura seemed to be. But Walter's tickling fingers were turning her on. She could feel the lips of her pussy swelling up and the first oozing of her cuntjuice.
Sharon finally pushed Walter's hand away. She couldn't take it any more. Walter chuckled. He gripped her knee and then slid his hand along her thigh again. "Relax, doll. There's no need to be afraid of Laura."
Laura squirmed on her seat. Although nothing showed in her face, inside she was boiling. She hated Walter. He was never without a mistress, always with some pretty plaything to keep his cock busy. She had her own fun outside the marriage, but she resented the way Walter taunted her with his women.
Like Sharon Jameson. When Walter had first told Laura he intended to have an affair with Sharon, Laura was sure he wouldn't succeed. Laura had met Sharon's husband and Sharon and Michael seemed so happy with each other.
Sharon was lovely, a sweet little package of irresistible curves. As she watched Walter's fingers teasing Sharon's pussy through her panties, Laura found it impossible not to be envious of Walter. She wouldn't mind the hand being her own. Laura wondered if Sharon had any experience with women. Laura liked young boys with strong hard cock, but next to that the nicest thing in bed was a pretty girl with a hot pussy. Walter's idea of a party with Sharon was his way of taunting her, but Laura didn't care. She was now almost trembling with anticipation and eagerness.
It was Walter who finally suggested they go to bed.
"I've had a long day," he said. "That job of mine is a fucking drag."
Sharon was willing. There was a tension in the air, a charged atmosphere that was unmistakable. She thought of Michael and wondered where he was at that moment. Was he with a woman? Was that what he did when he went on a business trip? She wouldn't blame him if it was true. Here she was with Walter Benson and his wife getting ready for an orgy in their bedroom.
Walter took Sharon's hand and led her along to the master bedroom while Laura followed them.
"Why don't you girls get comfortable?" Walter said in the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt and leering at them.
Sharon was uncertain now. It was all too abrupt, too matter-of-fact. She needed a buildup, a little while to get used to the idea. But they took it for granted she would hop into bed with them and there seemed no way to postpone it.
"Could I have a quick bath?" Sharon said.
The Bensons didn't mind. The bathroom separated the guest bedroom and master bedroom. Sharon was surprised when she learned Laura usually slept in the guest bedroom.
"Walter snores," Laura explained.
Sharon giggled. "That bad?"
"You can undress in my room," Laura said.
Sharon decided that maybe Laura wasn't so snooty after all. Laura had been very cordial all evening. Maybe she was just the quiet type. Sharon told herself it wasn't fair to call someone snooty just because they didn't talk so much.
After stripping her clothes off in the bathroom, Sharon had a quick bath and came out again into the guest bedroom with her body wrapped in a large towel. She found Laura completely nude and curled up in a chair with a magazine. A frilly black peignoir was laid out on the bed.
"Walter wants you to wear that," Laura said with a smirk. "I've got some black hose for you, if you haven't brought your own."
Sharon blushed. Laura obviously knew how much Walter liked sexy lingerie. Why shouldn't she? She was his wife.
Sharon felt awkward about wearing a garter belt and stockings in front of Laura, but she knew that was what Walter wanted. She wondered if Laura ever dressed up like that for Walter. She found herself staring at Laura's small tits and long dark nipples.
"I didn't bring anything in black," Sharon said.
Laura smiled. She uncurled her body from the chair, wiggled her pert ass as she walked across the room to a bureau to find a pair of black stockings.
Sharon had avoided a long look at Laura's body, but now they were facing each other and Sharon saw for the first time that Laura's pussy was completely shaved. She had nothing down there except a bald little mound at the top of her slit.
Laura chuckled at the look of surprise in Sharon's face. "Sometimes the hair gets in the way. I think I'll have my bath now."
Laura looked meaningfully at the towel covering Sharon's body. Sharon told herself she had nothing to hide and she casually dropped the towel.
"That's better," Laura said with a soft laugh.
She studied Sharon's juicy tits, slim waist and rounded hips. Laura's pulse raced. Sharon was a sexy bundle. No wonder Walter had the hots for her. Laura looked down at the heavy growth of dark cunt hair below Sharon's belly.
"That's almost enough hair to make a fur coat!" Laura teased.
Sharon blushed. She was turned on now, anxious to get Walter's tongue in her pussy and get a good fuck afterward. She watched Laura walk into the bathroom and then she turned to pick up the stockings Laura had given her. t t t
In the bathoom, her heart fluttering with excitement, Laura finished drying her body. She knew Sharon was now in the master bedroom with Walter and she was anxious to have a peek at them. She finished with the towel and tossed it aside, and then she quietly pushed the door open and looked in.
The first thing Laura saw was Walter walking naked toward the bed where Sharon was stretched out waiting for him. Sharon wore nothing but black stockings and a black garter belt and she looked terribly sexy. Her eyes were on Walter and she did not notice Laura at the bathroom door.
Laura watched as Sharon lifted a hand to take hold of Walter's swaying cock. Sharon shd his foreskin back to uncover his rosy cockhead. A drop of clear cockjuice oozed out of the slit and clung there. Walter's balls were drawn up, looking tight and full of cock-cream.
Now he knelt on the bed next to Sharon. He moved his hands over her tits, and then over her belly and finally down to her cunt. Snickering as he teased her, he massaged her hairy cunt until she moaned and spread her legs wide apart.
Then Walter removed his hand from Sharon's pussy. He hfted one of her legs and kissed her thigh above the top of her stocking. Sharon moaned again, flexed her legs and drew her knee up. Supporting her leg, Walter licked the creamy flesh between her garter straps.
He's always a good lover, Laura thought. Walter knew how to use his mouth on a woman. She remembered how in the early days of their marriage she'd been surprised at the things he did to her with his mouth. Walter had been the first man to ever stick his tongue up her ass. She adored having that done to her and just thinking about it brought a shiver of dehght to her spine.
Now Sharon groaned as she withdrew her leg from Walter's hands and rolled over onto her belly.
Fascinated, Laura watched as her husband bent his face down to Sharon's plump white ass. He kissed one asscheek and then the other. His tongue fluttered into the dark crack. Sharon whimpered and rubbed her cunt against the mattress. Walter licked down her asscrack, then over her asshole and out again. He licked along a full round thigh. He nipped the bottom of an asscheek with his teeth. When Sharon arched her back to raise her ass, his tongue probed through the folds of her meaty cuntlips to find her cunthole.
"Oh God, suck it!" Sharon wailed.
Walter pulled his tongue out and chuckled.
"Not so fast, baby!"
He rubbed and licked her thighs again above the tops of her stockings. Sharon mewled and pleaded, trying to get his face back to her ass again. She finally reached back with her hands and pulled her asscheeks apart. "Walter, please!"
A thrill went through Laura as she watched it. Walter had his lips on Sharon's asshole now. Laura could only see his face buried between Sharon's asscheeks, but she knew very well what he was doing to the brunette.
Walter continued sucking Sharon's ass awhile, making her moan and whimper with pleasure, and then finally he made her roll over on her back and he swooped down to suck at the dark swamp of her cunt.
Unable to keep out of it any longer, Laura moved into the room.
Walter's head twisted between Sharon's thighs as his tongue worked over the folds of her cunt. He pushed his tongue in and out of her hot little cunthole. He clamped his mouth over the soft wet meat of her pussy and sucked hard.
Sharon moaned and writhed on the bed, her eyes closed, her belly heaving.
Laura stopped beside the bed a moment, gazed down at them and then climbed onto the bed and lowered her mouth to Sharon's tits.
As Laura closed her lips over a hard nipple and gripped the other full tit with her hand, Sharon's eyes popped open in surprise.
"Oh God, yes, suck my tit!"
Laura sucked Sharon's tits, switching back and forth from one to the other. Her fingers rolled the nipple that was not in her mouth. She chewed and sucked Sharon's delicious tits until they were red and raw.
Walter nibbled up and down Sharon's cunt, tonguing and sucking, pulling her thick cuntlips with his teeth as Sharon whimpered and bucked her hips. Sharon was getting there, moving close to an orgasm, her body already shuddering.
Then Walter clamped his mouth over Sharon's clit and sucked hard. She cried out and came, fireworks exploding in her head. She thrashed and moaned as her cunt spasmed against Walter's mouth. Walter continued licking and sucking until she came down to earth again.
Walter chuckled and made Sharon roll over on her side so that she faced away from him. Laura shifted her body around, waited until
Walter raised one of Sharon's stocking-clad legs, then pushed her mouth against Sharon's wet cunt.
Walter went down on Sharon's ass. He opened her asscheeks to suck at her asshole while his wife sucked Sharon's cunt.
Sharon was on fire, whimpering with lust, the lower part of her body squirming as the two mouths worked in her crotch.
Oh God, what are they doing to me? Sharon thought.
Then she giggled as she felt Walter's tongue in her ass. She reached down to find Laura's head and pushed the woman's face more firmly against her cunt.
Suck it, Sharon thought. As long as they kept sucking her, she didn't care about the questions.
CHAPTER NINE
It was morning, just after the alarm went off, and Michael was already sitting up in bed when Sharon opened her eyes.
Two weeks had passed since the orgy with Walter Benson and his wife and she still had dreams about it.
Now Sharon looked at her husband and she giggled when she saw the hard-on sticking out of his pajamas. "Well, look at that!"
Michael grunted, his lingers curling around the base of his dick. "It's like steel."
Sharon reached out to touch his cock, but he pushed her hand away.
"What's the matter?" she said.
"Nothing's the matter, there's no time to play."
"Just let me suck it!"
"No time," he said with a grunt.
But his hand started moving, his fingers slowly stroking his hard prick. He brought his foreskin up to cover his knob, then pulled it down again.
Sharon was turned on as she watched it. His cock looked so big and juicy it made her mouth water.
"Let me do that," she said. "Let me jerk you off."
Michael shook his head. "Never mind."
"Why, Michael?"
"Because it's what I want, that's why. Play with yourself if you're hot."
She was annoyed. She hated when he pushed her away like this. She kicked the sheet away from her body and spread her legs apart. She found her pussy with her fingers and started stroking her clit as she watched his hand moving on his cock.
Michael looked at her snatch and smiled. "Beat it off, baby."
Sharon quivered. "You like watching me play with myself, don't you?"
"That's right."
"I'd like it better if you fucked me."
"A little variety doesn't hurt."
"Oh Michael!"
"It's true."
"Some men still find me very attractive."
He made a sound in his throat and moved his legs apart. His balls looked so swollen. She was thankful he hadn't put any lotion on his cock because that meant there was still a chance he'd let her suck it. Michael was so stubborn sometimes. She couldn't understand why he'd want to jerk off when she was right there ready to fuck him.
"Doesn't your hand get tired?"
"What about yours?"
"Michael, this is so silly!"
She suddenly sat up and moved between his legs. She bent over him and took his knob in her mouth, sucked it with relish and swirled her tongue around the underside of his prick.
"Mmmmmm, tasty," she said.
Michael grunted at her. "Just do it, okay?"
She pushed his hand away from his cock and took his knob in her mouth again. She held his prick with one hand and fondled his swollen nuts with the other hand. She wondered if it meant anything that his nuts were so swollen in the morning.
"Fuck me, Michael!"
"I told you there's no time."
"You're mean!"
"Christ, if you don't want to suck me off, then get away from it."
She took his cock in her mouth again, took him in deep, then pulled back to suck at his pisshole. He did have a tasty cock. Maybe it was her fault she couldn't be satisfied with just one man in her hfe. She doubted Michael played around. She told herself that if he had a mistress she would know it by now.
She licked up and down his cockshaft, sniffed at his balls and then capped his prick with her lips again. He was getting close. She could tell by the way he was squirming around that he'd blast off before long.
"Michael, how about a quickie? It won't take that long. It's so much nicer when you shoot off in my pussy."
He groaned. "Suck it, you bitch!"
She giggled. She dropped her face on his cock again and took his cockhead between her lips. But she teased him by not using her hand. She knew she could bring him off in three seconds if she pumped his prick while she had his knob in her mouth.
He finally pushed her away. "I'll finish it myself."
Sharon pouted. "There's no passion in our marriage any more!"
"The hell with that, sit up and show me some gash while I jerk off."
She did what he wanted. She sat on the bed beside him and kept her thighs wide apart so he could see her cunt. She opened it for him, spread her cuntlips wide apart to show him the inside of her cunt.
"You've still got a great pair of knockers," he said.
She smiled at him, cupped her tits in her hands and rolled them around. "You never suck them any more."
She finally had enough of it. She left him, left the bed and walked into the bathroom with her ass wiggling at him. She sat down on the toilet and peed while Michael continued whacking off.
"Come back," he said.
"Go to hell!"
"I'm not finishing until you come back."
He was so crazy sometimes. She wiped her cunt, flushed the toilet and went back to him. But he wouldn't let her touch him.
"Keep away."
"You asked me to come back."
"Just watch it. Put your leg up on the bed so I can see your cunt."
She swore at him as she planted her foot on the edge of the bed. "Here, look at it. I guess I ought to be thankful you still want to look at it."
He groaned and came, the jism squirting out of his cock as he pumped it with his fist. She watched it, watching the gobs of cock-cream come out, watched the pleasure in his face as he shot his load all over the bed.
Later, she lay on the bed and listened to him in the bathroom. Maybe it's just a phase, she thought. Men were so peculiar and she could never figure them out. Maybe Michael was just going through a phase and one day soon they'd have some of the excitement back. The hell with marriage, she thought. Whoever invented it ought to be fried.
When he came out of the bathroom, he smiled at her. "How's your boss treating you?"
"We get along fine."
"I don't hear you complain any more."
"It's a job, Michael. I can't sit in the house and watch soap operas all day."
"Sure, sure."
When he was ready to leave, she kissed him goodbye and took a hot shower. She couldn't help jerking off. Sucking Michael's cock and watching him come had made her hot as blazes. She whacked herself off in the shower, gave herself two orgasms before she quit and stepped out to dry herself.
Then she remembered what day it was. Walter wanted her to entertain an important client today and a quiver went through Sharon as she thought about it. The hell with Michael, maybe she'd get laid after all! t t t
"I'm coming with you," Walter said. "He's waiting down in his car."
The chent's name was Lou Nelson and Sharon could tell he was used to having his way with peopie. His eyes raked over her as she climbed in. Walter insisted she sit up front with
Lou and Lou kept smiling at her as he steered the big car into the traffic stream.
"You're an attractive broad," Lou said.
Sharon blushed. "Thank you."
At least he hadn't called her a girl. She hated when strangers called her a girl.
They drove to Lou's penthouse apartment. It was obvious he had money and everything that went with it. Sharon found herself turned on by him, not because of his money but because of the power he radiated. She couldn't help wondering what she was in for. Walter had more or less indicated Lou expected to fuck her. She didn't mind but she hoped they would manage it without making her feel completely foolish.
They had something to drink and they sat around chatting and loosening up. Sharon's nervousness gradually vanished and she felt more comfortable with them. Of course she'd been fucking Walter a long time and that was no problem. But she'd never made it with two men before. Boys yes, but not two men.
When Lou stepped out of the room a moment, Walter whispered at her: "Do something, baby. Get some clothes off."
Sharon blushed. "Just like that?"
"He's important to me. He's an important client."
She told herself she'd agreed to come along in the first place, so she couldn't back out now. When Lou returned to the room, she smiled at him. "Walter thinks I ought to take some clothes off."
Lou grinned. "I wouldn't mind."
"I'm going to be nervous. I've never done this before, not with two men."
Lou chuckled. "I like it better with two broads."
She rose up, faced them both and started unbuttoning the top of her dress.
Lou waved a hand and stopped her. "Show me the ass first. Turn around and hft your dress."
A thrill went through her at the way he ordered her around. She did what he wanted. She turned her back and slowly hfted her dress to her hips. She wore a garter belt and stockings and panties and she gave him an eyeful of creamy skin and lingerie.
Holding the dress at her waist with one hand, she used the other hand to pull the panties down to uncover her asscheeks. "Is this what you want?"
Lou chuckled. "She's got spirit."
Sharon wriggled her ass at him. She managed to get her panties all the way down and she stepped out of them. Now she moved her legs apart and leaned forward a bit. She was sure they could see the beard of her cunt from the back.
"How about that?" Walter said.
Lou grunted. "My balls are turning blue."
Walter laughed and rose up to go to Sharon. He walked around in front of her and kissed her. Then his hands dropped down to her ass and he pulled her asscheeks apart to show Lou what she had.
Sharon's voice was weak. "Oh God!"
"Christ, you're killing me," Lou said with a snicker. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom."
Lou had his arm around Sharon's waist as they walked out of the living room. She was hot now, completely turned on by the way they had made her exhibit herself. She was nothing but a sex object to them and the idea of it thrilled her.
The bed in the master bedroom was a huge round thing maybe twelve feet across. Lou sat down in a chair and watched as Walter finished undressing Sharon. When Walter had her down to her garter belt and stockings, Lou said to leave them on.
Lou smiled at Sharon. "Nice tits. What do you do when you work for Walter?"
Sharon blushed. "I'm his secretary."
Lou chuckled. "That's all? I bet he fucks your brains out every chance he gets."
Sharon ran her fingers into the forest of cunt hair covering her pussy. "Sometimes."
She could feel her pussy dripping. She opened it for Lou. She peeled her cunthps apart with two fingers to expose her clit.
His eyes narrowed as he gazed at the red meat of her cunt. "You're a hot piece."
She finally climbed onto the huge round bed and curled up on it like a kitten. "I'm waiting," she said. "So far I'm the only one with my clothes off."
The two men grinned at her as they stripped their clothes off. Sharon moved her legs apart a bft to tease them with her pussy. She kept her eyes on Lou as his clothes fell away. He was in good shape, a strong body with lots of dark hair on his chest. When he was naked she couldn't take her eyes off his dick. He had a lovely thick prick, the knob almost purple in color, his balls massive and hairy under his dangling cock.
She'd had two cocks before, but Eric and his friend hadn't been as exciting as these two men.
Lou grinned at Sharon as he palmed his balls. "I've got a load of juice for you."
Sharon quivered. "I hope so. I hope the both of you have."
"You'll have all the meat you can handle," Walter said with a laugh.
Lou approached the bed and climbed onto it. He knelt near Sharon, wagged his hips to make his cock bounce around. Then he took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cockshaft. "Play with it, cutie. Jiggle my nuts around!"
She played with his fuckmeat, stroking his cock and hefting his big balls in her hand.
"You can fuck her in the ass," Walter said.
Sharon blushed. "Walter, don't!"
Lou snickered at Sharon. "You don't like it in the ass?"
She felt the heat in her face. "I don't mind it if it's done carefully."
Lou laughed. "Baby, I'm always careful."
Then Lou leaned over her and ran his hand over her tits and down to her cuntbush. His fingers probed her slit and found her cunthole. He slipped two fingers inside her sopping snatch and then a moment later he added a third.
Sharon moaned and raised her knees as he fingerfucked her pussy.
"Juicy cunt," Lou said. He pulled his fingers out and went down on her. She spread her thighs wide, raised her knees and hooked one | leg around his neck as he lapped her slit. Lou chuckled against her wet cunt and pushed his | tongue inside her cunthole.
Sharon groaned as he ate her put. He had a hungry mouth, his lips slurping at her gash, his tongue swabbing her trench from clit to cunthole and then finally down to her brownie. He twirled his tongue around the ring of her asshole and made sounds of pleasure in his throat as he rimmed her.
She loved it. She kept her knees pulled back and craned her neck to watch him as he stuck his tongue up her ass.
"She's a banquet," Lou said. He pulled his tongue out of her ass and sucked up the cunt-juice oozing out of her cunthole.
She would do anything they wanted now. She was so hot she couldn't keep still. She kept her knees wagging, moaning and trembling as Lou worked on her cunt.
Finally he rose up on his knees and he fisted j his cock to get his knob in her cunthole. Sharon watched it. She watched his dark cockhead push between her cuntlips to get inside her body. Then he was in, his thick cock stretching her cunt mouth as it slid forward.
"Oh God fuck me!" she moaned.
Lou laughed. "You bet your ass, baby!"
Her ass, indeed. Walter shoved his cock in her mouth as Lou fucked her cunt. Then after awhile Lou wanted her on her belly and she rolled over to make her ass available. He used spit on her asshole, wet her grommet down with saliva and then rammed his cock up her ass and started fucking her.
She came twice with Lou's cock in her ass, two orgasms without her fingers ever touching her clit. He gave her such a delicious assfuck she prayed it would never end.
Walter rubbed his cock over her face. "Nice?"
Sharon gasped as Lou rammed her ass again. "It's heaven!"
Walter winked at her and smiled. "I hope he doesn't stretch you out too much. If he does, you tighten it up for me when I get in there, right?"
She came again as Lou started shooting his load up her ass.
CHAPTER TEN
Betty Colson found her life more and more dominated by her affair with Sharon Jameson. In the beginning Betty tried to avoid Sharon, but she soon realized that wouldn't work. She did want Sharon. She was thrilled by what they did together. Betty finally resigned herself to being available whenever Sharon wanted her. That was the way things had always been between them. Sharon was the dominant one. When Sharon wanted Betty, Sharon got what she wanted.
Lately Sharon had been hinting about other things. About group sex. Betty was shocked to learn that Sharon's husband knew all about
Sharon's affairs. Sharon said she and her husband had reached a new understanding about their marriage.
"We get along wonderfully now," Sharon said.
The day finally came when Sharon invited Betty to an intimate party with Sharon and her husband.
"We'll have a ball together," Sharon said.
At first Betty refused. "Sharon, that's too much for me. I don't think I can handle anything like that."
Sharon smirked. "Then we'll teach you. You need more experience with cock, darling. You're getting to be a perfect little lez and if you keep it up sooner or later some butch is going to get hold of you and make you her slave. You don't want some fat dyke sitting on your face every night, do you?"
Betty trembled. "No!"
"Don't you like the way I fuck you?"
"You know I love it."
"Then you'll love Michael too."
Betty yielded, of course. There was never any way she could stand up to Sharon. The brunette made the arrangement and finally one evening Betty went home with Sharon to meet Sharon's husband.
Betty blushed when she met Michael. She could tell by his amused eyes that he knew everything about her. The way he leered at her made her quiver from head to toe.
"Isn't she pretty?" Sharon said to Michael.
Michael nodded. "She's perfect."
Betty blushed again but she was beginning to feel more at ease. She sipped her drink and wondered if they really thought she was pretty. She always felt so inadequate when she was with Sharon, and now with Sharon's husband present it was even worse.
They sat in the living room and chatted. Before long Michael was teasing Betty about being so submissive to Sharon. "She says you do anything she wants. Is that true?"
Betty quivered. "Sometimes."
Michael snickered. "Sharon can be a bitch, can't she?"
"Say, I don't like that," Sharon said with a giggle.
"Tell her to do something," Michael said. Sharon was obviously feeling the hquor. "Okay, I will. Show Michael your pussy." Betty trembled. "Please, I . . ."
"Come on, Betty."
Betty found herself unable to resist. It was always the same when she was with Sharon. No matter what Sharon wanted, Betty always yielded. Now Betty pulled her skirt back and opened her legs.
Michael made a face. "She's wearing pantyhose."
"Take them off," Sharon said. "Get rid of the pantyhose and panties."
Betty slipped her shoes off, then peeled her pantyhose and panties off her legs.
"Now stand up," Sharon said. "Put your foot up on the chair and show Michael your cunt."
Betty felt the heat in her face as she did it. She raised her skirt to her waist and put one foot up on the chair to expose her blonde pussy.
"She gets as wet as a waterfall when she's hot," Sharon said. "Open your legs."
Betty opened her legs further. Sharon was telling the truth about how wet she got. Once Betty's cunt stai ted to drizzle it was almost like peeing in her panties.
Like now. Betty was embarrassed by the juice drenching her cunt lips. She knew they could see it. Her pussy was a mess of cuntjuice.
Giggling, Sharon rose up and started peeling her clothes off. "Okay, let's have a party."
Michael smiled at Betty. "Play with your cunt. Diddle the man in the boat."
Sharon was naked now. She went down on her knees in front of Michael and pressed her tits against his belly.
Betty rubbed her pussy with her fingers. She suddenly realized she was jealous. She'd grown used to having Sharon all to herself and now she had to share Sharon with a man. Maybe I'm really a lez, Betty thought. It was all so confusing. All she knew was that she never had more excitement than when she sucked Sharon's cunt.
Betty pushed her fingers inside her cuntlips now. She was turned on. Her pussy was a lake of juice, the hot cunt-cream running over her fingers and down the inside of one thigh. Sometimes when she was hot it came out strong enough to drip on the floor.
She probed her cunthole, first one finger and then two fingers and finally three fingers. She fucked her cunt with three fingers, moving them in and out slowly and looking down at intervals to see the juice on her hand.
"Christ, she's fucking herself," Michael said.
Sharon giggled. "I told you she'd get hot."
They leered at her. Betty realized the worse they treated her the more excited she was. You're a sicko, she thought. You get off on being a masochist. Then she told herself, oh shit, I don't care and I love it.
"She's a cupcake," Michael said. "Perfect little tits."
"Tight pussy," Sharon said.
"What about head? Does she give good head?"
Sharon laughed. "She gives me good head."
"That's because she's a lez."
"She's not a lez, she likes cock. Don't you like cock, Betty?"
Betty nodded. "I'm not a lez."
"That's right, you're not," Sharon said. "Make yourself come, baby. Show Michael how you pop off with your fingers in the office. She does it all the time in the John. Isn't that right, Betty?"
Betty groaned as she whacked off. The hell with them, she thought. She was hot as blazes and all she cared about now was getting off. She pumped and churned her fingers in her cunt. Her cunt was getting tired because her pussy was small enough so that three fingers wasn't easy. Sharon liked her to use three fingers, but when she was alone she always used two fingers.
Sharon was naked now, stripped down to a garter belt and stockings, on her knees again in front of Michael. She rubbed her tits over his knees as she pulled his zipper down.
Betty watched it. She was hungry to see Michael's cock. She bit her lip with excitement as Sharon pulled his long dick out of his fly.
God, it's like a snake! Betty thought.
His prick was only half hard but it was already impressive. Betty quivered as she watched Sharon skin his knob and tickle the underside of his cockshaft.
"Fuck yourself off," Michael said to Betty.
She came as she watched Sharon wag her tongue over the tip of Michael's cock.
After that, Sharon moved to the side and started masturbating. She giggled as she jerked off, her fingers sliding over her wet gash, her thumb rolling her clit back and forth.
"Hey, this fuckstick needs attention," Michael said.
Sharon mewled as she leaned over him again. She pressed her tits around his cock, wrapped her boobs around his prick as she licked at his pisshole. "Betty gets you hot, doesn't she?"
Michael chuckled. "You both get me hot. Both of you are crazy cunts." Then he looked at Betty. "Get undressed, honey. Make yourself comfortable."
Betty peeled her clothes off. Yes, they were both crazy. She didn't know what she wanted any more, cunt or cock. So far all they wanted her to do was stand there and jerk off while they played with each other.
Sharon continued working on Michael's stiff prick. She was licking up and down his cock now, running her tongue along the underside of his cockshaft, up to his knob and then down again to his balls.
Betty finished undressing and then she moved closer to watch Sharon suck Michael's prick. Sharon looked so wanton as she did it. She licked and slurped over his fuckpole.
It's like a banana, Betty thought. She watched the saliva drool out of Sharon's mouth and stream down Michael's dick to his balls.
Sharon opened her jaws wide and gobbled up Michael's hard prick. Then she pulled back and smiled at Betty. "Want some? If you do, you can't have it. You don't get any prick until I say so. Are you hot, baby?"
Betty nodded. "Aren't we going to do anything else?"
Sharon giggled. "What would you like, honey? Would you like Michael to fuck you? You'll have to wait for that."
Michael leaned over and put his hand on Sharon's ass. Sharon squealed and wiggled her butt under his hand. "Don't tickle."
Betty blushed when she realized Michael had his fingers inside Sharon's asscrack. Maybe he was touching Sharon's asshole. Betty's jealousy suddenly returned. She and Sharon did such secret things together. Sharon liked having her brownie sucked and Betty loved doing it. She loved rimming Sharon and making her come that way. Betty wondered if Michael ever did that to Sharon.
Now Betty moved forward and stood even closer to them. She rubbed her cunt with her fingers as she watched Sharon suck Michael's cock. She looked so gluttonous as she ate his big prick.
Suddenly Betty came. She moved her hand like a vibrator, pounding her cunt to get herself off.
Michael smiled as he watched her. "Yeah, make it, baby! She's coming, Sharon!"
Sharon pulled her lips off Michael's cock to watch Betty climax. "Don't piss on my rug," Sharon said.
Betty groaned as she brought herself off. Michael and Sharon laughed at her as they urged her on. Betty had one orgasm and then she started on the next one. She was so hot. She couldn't remember ever being as turned on as she was now. And she hadn't really done anything yet. She hadn't gone near Sharon. She hadn't touched either of them. She bucked her ass as she came again. She kept her legs wide apart, her fingers rubbing all over her cunt with a squishing sound.
"Christ, I can smell her twat!" Michael said.
Betty moaned and came again.
She felt so wanton popping off while they were watching her. She rubbed her cunt in a frenzy, her fingers flying across her wet slit.
"Suck your fingers," Sharon said with a giggle.
Betty shuddered as she sucked her juice-drenched fingers.
After that they finally went to the bedroom and all three of them fell down on the wide bed. Sharon rubbed against Betty and sucked her pink nipples and stuck her fingers inside Betty's sopping gash. Betty touched Michael's cock for the first time, closed her fingers around his cockshaft and slowly pumped it.
Then Sharon pushed Betty away from Michael's prick and the brunette started sucking his cock again. Betty watched it, her face only inches from his crotch, her eyes fixed on Sharon's wide open mouth as it slid up and down his fuckpole.
Michael grinned at Betty. "Do you give good head?"
Betty blushed. "I don't know."
Michael snickered at her. He made Sharon move her body around so he could get at her crotch. Instead of probing her cunthole, his fingers moved inside her asscrack to tickle her asshole. Betty watched it. A thrill went through her when she saw Michael slide first one finger and then two fingers inside Sharon's gaping shithole.
Sharon finally pulled her mouth off Michael's cock and started wailing. "Oh yes, do that! Fuck my ass with your fingers!"
The brunette churned her hips around, fucking her asshole back at his sliding fingers.
Then Sharon called to Betty and when Betty moved forward Sharon made Betty drop a tit in her mouth. The brunette sucked at Betty's tit while Michael continued fucking Sharon's asshole with his fingers.
"Pull your cunt open," Michael said to Betty. "Show me your twat."
Betty's pussy was a swamp. She pulled her cunthps apart to show Michael the pink meat of her pussy. She scooped out some cuntjuice with her fingers and brought it up to her mouth. Michael snickered as she licked her fingers clean.
"I bet you like it when Sharon sucks your gash."
Betty nodded. "I love it!"
Sharon was on her back now, her thighs spread wide apart, her fingers rubbing her snatch. "Oh God, I'm so hot!"
Michael and Betty watched her. Betty quivered with lust as she saw Sharon's fingers sliding in and out of her gaping cunt. That's what I look like when I do it, Betty thought. Like a wanton slut.
"Go down to her," Michael said to Betty. "Eat her cunt and make her go off."
Betty went down. She crawled between Sharon's legs and kissed her way along the insides of Sharon's thighs to get to Sharon's pussy. Sharon's hot and juicy fountain. She loved Sharon's rich cunt-cream. She started lapping at Sharon's wide-open cunt sht to get the hot drippings.
"Suck it," Sharon said. "Suck the goodies out of my box." Sharon looked at Michael and giggled. "She's hungry. She's like a hungry pussycat."
She's right, Betty thought. I'm like a hungry pussycat. She did want it. There was nothing she liked more than a wet cunt to suck. All that hot cream pouring out of gushing pussy.
"Suck her off," Michael said. "Suck her clit and make her come."
Betty lost herself in Sharon's raunchy cunt. She opened Sharon's cunt with her fingers and sucked at Sharon's cunthole. She rubbed her nose against Sharon's clit and then she sucked the little bean and pulled at it with her lips.
Sharon giggled. She pulled at Betty's head, made Betty plaster her mouth more firmly against her cunt. "Suck my box, you bitch!"
Betty sucked. She reached up to fondle Sharon's tits. Then Betty opened her eyes and she saw what they were doing. Sharon and Michael were holding hands.
How sweet, Betty thought. It was so sweet of them to do that. They did make such a nice couple together.
