Alan hated going out of town on business trips. He hated coming home to an empty house more. There was nothing to do. No one to talk to. Carla was probably shopping. Which usually took her all day, even when she knew what she wanted and where to find it. She couldn't resist the urge to window shop and try on dozens of things she had no intention of buying.
Her incessant shopping was one of the few things that caused friction between them. He made good money and didn't care how she spent it, within reason, but he hated the aimless wandering in malls, shopping until he dropped, only to take home one small bag of stuff. Decide what you want, go for it, and then get on to more important things, was his motto.
He got a beer from the refrigerator, popped the top, and wandered out on the deck. He wished something exciting would happen to him. Just once. Hell, it didn't even have to be exciting. He would settle for different.
He sat down, propped his feet on the railing and contemplated his shoes. He lifted the can to his mouth and took a gulp. His eyes wandered into the back yard of the house behind his and he nearly choked on the beer.
His sexy neighbor was lying on a blanket, tanning her hide. Buck naked! Her skin glistened with sun block. His feet fell to the deck like lead weights.
"Jesus!" he muttered. "I can't believe this."
He closed his eyes, opened them slowly, and still saw the breathtaking bundle of naked female flesh exposed to the sun. Her huge tits looked like small, twin mountains standing up from her chest. Deep brown, dollar-sized circles of smooth flesh surrounded her thick nipples. His mouth watered just looking at her.
like a man possessed, he walked down the steps, crossed his back yard and bumped into the waist-high chain link fence without knowing how he got there. He stood stock-still, barely breathing, feasting his eyes on her luscious body.
After a few moments, she sensed his presence and lifted her head to look at him, totally unconcerned by her nakedness. She lifted her hand to shade her eyes and her majestic tits jiggled enticingly.
Well, well, who have we here? Maybe I won't have to spend the afternoon alone after all. I told Clay he should take the afternoon off and spend it with me, but he would rather work.
"Hello, neighbor. Is that beer cold?"
Her throaty voice made his skin tingle and his cock twitch. He realized he was standing like a wooden Indian, holding a can instead of a handful of cigars. "Oh, uh, yeah," he stammered.
"Want to share it with me? I could use something cold to drink. I just might drink something that doesn't come in a can if you give me the chance!"
Alan didn't remember climbing the fence or crossing to her. One moment, he was standing on his side of the fence, and the next moment he was standing by her, ogling her naked body like some damned idiot. He had enough presence of mind to close his mouth so he wouldn't drool down the front of his shirt.
She held out her hand and said, "Well?"
"Oh, yeah," he croaked and handed her the can of beer.
She took a sip and smacked her lips. "Darn, that tastes good. Sit down so I don't have to keep looking into the sun to see you."
He dropped like a stone, couldn't decide for a moment what to do with his legs, then crossed them and continued to stare at her.
She took another sip of beer, handed the can back to him and propped herself up on her elbows. "My name is Rebecca. What's yours?"
"Alan."
"Hello, Alan. Do you usually get home this early in the day?"
He cleared his throat. "Had to make a quick trip down to Houston. Just got back."
"What kind of work do you do?"
"Aircraft maintenance. Avionics, actually. Radios, navigational systems, stuff like that."
Poor guy acts like he's never seen a naked woman before. Kind of shy. Well, Mister Bashful, you seem to like what you see now. If I show you more, will I frighten you away?
"Sounds interesting. That takes a lot of training, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess so. You don't work, huh? I mean, you're not at work now and.. . " He had no idea what he was trying to say, so he stopped.
"I'm an interior decorator. I work out of my home. I don't have any appointments today. My husband is a graphics designer. He and two other men own the company."
He knew what an interior decorator did. He couldn't imagine paying someone to tell you how to arrange your furniture. He had no idea what a graphics designer did.
"Carla's out shopping," he blurted. "We're going away for a few days. Got to get our priorities straight and start over." He felt like a damned fool unburdening himself to a complete stranger. He couldn't think of anything else to say and it just popped out. "We're going up to a little spa in the mountains she read about."
"Hot sulphur baths are so relaxing. Never understood how anything that smells so bad can feel so good. Last winter, Clay and I went to one that caters to nudists. He didn't like it as much as I did. He liked looking at the naked women, but didn't like being nude. Men can be so funny at times." She took the beer from him, took another sip and made a face. "Ugh. It's warm. Coffee and women should be hot. Beer should be cold. Right?"
Alan nearly swallowed his tongue. "Are you a nudist? I mean, do you belong to one of those groups or something?"
"I don't belong to a club, but I don't like to wear clothes. They're so confining. I wear them only when I go out in public, so I won't get arrested for indecent exposure. Now you tell me, how can anyone think nudity is indecent? Suggestive, maybe. Or, perhaps, erotic. Right?"
"Depends on the person, I guess. You sure as hell don't look indecent to me!"
"Why, thank you, Alan. It's nice of you to say so. I don't mean to butt in where I don't belong, but I hope your troubles aren't serious."
"Yeah, me too." Alan replied, his eyes riveted on Rebecca's voluptuous body.
"If you want to talk about it, I'm a good listener. Sometimes, talking to a stranger is better than talking to your buddies." She smiled so sweetly he thought his heart would melt. "I'm also a hell of a lot cheaper than a shrink. And how many of them talk to you in the nude? About time we got acquainted anyway, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it sure is," he muttered.
She rolled over onto her stomach and leaned on her elbows. Her large tits hung down to the blanket. Her curvaceous ass rose in a continuous, sexy sweep. The rear view was just as alluring as the front one.
"So? I'm all ears. Maybe I can help you over some rough spots."
Alan looked at her dainty ears and laughed out loud. "Damned if you're all ears!" he blurted. Then he got serious. "I do need someone to talk to, I guess. The men I work with certainly wouldn't understand, and I don't know any women well enough to talk to them." He paused, letting his eyes sweep over her naked body again, then screwed up his courage and continued. "Our life seems to have gotten into a rut. Maybe if Carla got a job.. . "
"Does she have to work? Do you two need the money?"
"Well, no. I make enough to give us a good life. But a job would give her something to do."
"Unless you need the money, a woman shouldn't have to work. She can if she wants to, of course, but it should be here choice."
"But you work," he objected.
"Because I want to. Does Carla want to work?"
"Don't know. Never asked."
"Does she have a hobby? Something to give her a purpose in life and keep her busy during the day?"
"Shopping!" Alan blurted. "She draws pictures all the time. You know, like people she sees, that sort of thing. She uses different colors and everything. I keep telling her she could sell them, but she doesn't think they're good enough."
"Interesting," Rebecca mused. "Does she have a good sense of color? Do you think they're good enough to sell?"
"Yeah, they're pretty good. They look just like people. I think she could do it full-time."
Rebecca cocked her head and grinned. "So, your sex life has gotten dull, hasn't it? How long have you been married?"
"Seven years. As much as I hate to admit it, you're right."
"Seven-year itch, huh? For both of you. Bet both of you are wondering what it would be like with someone else. Someone new and exciting."
"Well, no, not exactly. I mean, we've never talked about that. I don't know if Carla.. . " Rebecca sat up, turned to face him, crossed her ankles and let her knees fall to the side. He found himself looking directly at her pussy and his tongue got so thick he couldn't talk.
"Well, it happens, whether you talk about it or not. I've seen your wife. Both of you look to be in good health. She's a sexy woman and you're a hunk, so boredom has to be the problem. Neither one of you enjoys it as much as you used to, do you? You do it the same way all the time and she doesn't get off every time any more, does she?"
"Are you psychic, or have you been peeking in out window?" he asked.
Her straightforward, open manner made it easy for him to open up to her. He felt comfortable with her. Except for all the bare, exciting flesh she was candidly displaying.
Rebecca's display was deliberate. She never went looking for another man to fuck, but she seemed to always run into them. And why should a girl whose husband would rather work than fuck pass up the chance to have a little fun?
"Neither. I just know people. What does Carla want that you're not giving her?"
"Besides orgasms?" he blurted. "Damned if I know! Neither does she. It all seems to be over before it gets started."
Well, at least I don't have that problem with Clay. I always get off with him. He just thinks a couple of times a month should keep a healthy girl satisfied.
"That's not an unusual complaint, you know. Lots of men get bored and careless after they've been married for a while and start taking their wife for granted. They forget all about romance and fooling around. Seems like foreplay is the first thing to go. Have you tried having a frank talk with Carla?"
"Yeah, a couple of times, but we didn't get anywhere. That's one of the reasons we're going away for a few days. Maybe we can find out what her problem is."
"Oh, come on now, Alan! Don't blame it all on her. Making love is a joint effort. Both partners have to do their part, or it isn't any good. What did I just say about foreplay? A woman might get turned on as fast as a man, but she takes longer to get fully aroused and ready to go."
"Well, she gets wet real quick. Doesn't that mean she's ready?"
"Oh, lord no! You wouldn't believe how wet my pussy is right now. Talking about sex, thinking about getting it on, does that to me. That doesn't mean I'm ready for you to fuck me. Not right this minute, anyway. A couple of my girlfriends are so horny, they stay wet. But they still want at least a little foreplay before they fuck."
Alan was struck dumb for a few seconds. He hadn't had another woman since he and Carla married, and hadn't expected anything more than a little teasing and a few minutes of leering at this sexy woman's gorgeous body. Now, suddenly, she was offering him her pussy, almost on a fucking silver platter!
CHAPTER TWO
Rebecca grinned with mischievous enjoyment, pleased by his reaction. Much to her delight, her unambiguous comment, offered so casually, had totally discombobulated the poor man. She knew he wanted to fuck her, but hadn't expected to get more than a peek at her pussy. Clay had not fucked her in several days, and she had been so busy with her own work she hadn't taken the time to find a stand-in for him. The thought of trying out a younger man, one so enamored of her naked charms, excited her.
"Assuming, of course, that you would like to fuck me," she continued. "I am several years older than you. Maybe you don't like older women. I can understand if you don't find me attractive and don't want to fuck me." She kept using that word, aware of the effect it had on him. "I would be terribly disappointed, but I would understand. On the other hand, maybe I can help you fuck Carla better. Will she be gone long?"
Alan's mind whirled like a kaleidoscope. His vision blurred. His tongue flapped around in his mouth several moments before he got it under control. "Uh.. .yeah, I guess so," he muttered. "She's usually gone most of the day when she shops."
Rebecca stretched her legs out in front of her, with her thighs spread so he could see her pussy better. She held her back ramrod-straight and pushed her tits out. "Clay won't be home for at least three hours, so we don't have to worry about being interrupted, do we? You would like to fuck me, wouldn't you? I mean, you can see what I have to offer. I'm not too old and wrinkled for you, am I?"
The barrage of provocative questions disconcerted Alan even more. His brain was aflame with the desire to fuck her. He didn't know where to look, at her tempting twat or her magnificent tits. The thick lips of her pussy peeked through the forest of chestnut hair in her crotch, glistening with moisture. She might think she was wrinkled, but he certainly couldn't see why.
He couldn't reply to her questions verbally. His voice seemed to be locked away in his throat. He stood and started fumbling with his clothes, hot to try out this older, more accomplished woman.
"Not here," Rebecca said with a sexy chuckle. "The neighbors might see us and call the cops, or try to horn in. Either situation could get sticky, and I don't need the hassle. I don't have any objection to fucking in front of others, but I'm not sure our neighbors would accept my openness."
She held out her hand for him to help her up, then led him into her house. Inside, she released his hand and backed away from him. "Why don't you undress and let me see what you have to offer?"
She made no effort to help him shed his clothes. She stood with her legs apart, fluffing up the curls of her dense bush and looking carefully at each part of his body as he bared it. He pushed his pants down and his cock jutted straight out from his groin, randy and ready for action.
She held it lightly with one hand and ran her palm up and down the pulsating shaft. "Very nice. Carla certainly can't complain about the size. Let's take a quick shower together, then we'll see how well you use it."
He didn't want to waste time in the shower. He wanted to stick his prick in her right now. She could bathe after they fucked.
"To hell with a shower," he said through clenched teeth. "I want to fuck you. You've got me so hot I can't stand it!"
"Ahh, that's one of the secrets, dear," she said softly. "If you fucked me right now, you'd cum after just a few strokes. And then what? If you're going to put your nice tool in my pussy, I've got to get something out of it, too. I don't eat at fast food joints, and I don't do quickies. I might end up all sweaty and sticky, but I like to start out nice and clean, then wallow in the after effects of a good fuck. I'm an epicure of sex, dear. Do as I say, and you'll get all the pussy you can handle."
Using his cock as convenient handle, she led him to the bathroom. He went along meekly, aware he couldn't dominate her the way he did Carla. She turned on the water, pushed him into the shower and got in behind him. She picked up a bar of fragrant soap, reached around him with both arms, and began to wash his prick.
"I'm going to smell like a girl," he muttered.
"You're going to smell like pussy when I get through with you. Your cock will soon start feeling really good," she whispered in his ear. She pressed her hard, pointy nipples into his back and scrubbed her bush against his buttocks. His meat became very slippery as she worked her hands along it, pumping it gently. "Better and better." Her hands moved a little faster. "Doesn't that feel good? Do you jack off very often?"
"Uh.. .I.. .uh.. . ! " he gasped. "I want to fuck you!" he blurted.
"No pussy until we take the pressure off, dear," she cooed. "You're so tense, you'll stick your cock in my cunt, pump a couple of times, then shoot. Stop thinking of yourself and think of my needs, and of giving me pleasure. A good lover knows he'll get everything he wants if he gives a woman as much pleasure as she can handle."
"You're going to make me cum!" he gasped.
"Of course I am, dear. I'd hate to think I've lost my touch. Don't worry about it getting hard again. I can do things you wouldn't believe. Just relax and enjoy."
He couldn't argue with her logic, but he still didn't want her to jack him off. He wanted to fuck her! He opened his mouth to object and the rising tension in his groin cut him off. Suddenly, his prick erupted. Thick steams of sticky jizz jetted in all directions as her hand flew up and down his throbbing shaft.
She mashed her tits into his back and began to breathe rapidly as she continued to stroke his cock until his cum dribbled to a stop. "I like to watch a man cum," she whispered. "You spewed cum all over the shower. Do you always cum so much?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Why did you make me waste it?"
"A good cum is never a waste, dear. I'm going to fuck your balls off and make you cum just as hard later, believe me."
She washed him, then herself, not letting him touch her. He hadn't learned to control himself yet, and she didn't want him to try to bulldoze her ass into the shower wall. He could pound her pussy when it would do her the most good. In the process, she would teach him how to give a woman loads of pleasure. He had the equipment for it.
Fucking younger guys gave her such delight. They were so virile, and, if handled properly, had so much endurance. She loved to take them in hand, so to speak, and teach them how to give a woman a full measure of pleasure. Almost as much as he loved the act of fucking itself. Almost!
She dried him off and led him to the guest bedroom. She might bring other men home and fuck them, but never in the bed she shared with her husband. She put Alan on the bed and knelt by him, gazing at his strong young body and first rate cock. His tool wasn't the largest she'd had, but skill counted for more than size.
He stared up at her, and her loveliness hit him like a blow to the solar plexus. Her long chestnut hair hung down past her shoulders, framing her beautiful face and graceful neck. Her tits were large, high and firm. Her supple skin glowed with a deep tan, and not a wrinkle showed anywhere. Her nipples were exceptionally dark, standing up from large, pebbly areolae. Her narrow waist flared into lush hips.
"God, you're so beautiful," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "I've got to fuck you!"
"Slow down, dear. Don't be selfish. I can teach you how to give your wife so much more pleasure." She took his prick in her hand and began to stroke it idly. "We have all afternoon, and I'm going to teach you how to last a long time, how to make a good fuck even better."
She leaned over and guided his cock into her ovaled mouth. He grunted from the fierce pleasure of her warm, wet mouth circling his throbbing cock. His balls were already swollen again. His shaft felt so hot and nothing eased the pressure better than plunging it into a moist, loving mouth.
Rebecca knelt by his hip, her belly sucked up, her thick-nippled tits dangling, brushing his flesh. She wet the head of his cock with saliva, then rubbed it over her sensual red lips. She cut her eyes up at him, let his swollen knob slide into her mouth, and sucked in deeply.
Alan sighed as her mouth sent waves of stimulation pounding through him. Every so often, she took his cock out of her mouth, rubbed the head lightly over her lips and licked the shaft lasciviously as she looked at him with a "fuck me" twinkle in her eyes.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head up. She looked at him questioningly. She hadn't felt his cock swell, signaling the arrival of an orgasm.
"I'm going to fuck you now!" he blurted. He sat up and tried to push her onto her back, and met strong resistance.
"You'll fuck me when I say so," she responded firmly. She pushed him down, straddled him and started sliding up his body.
He thought she was going to top-fuck him. She had other ideas. She slithered up his body until her cunt was under his chin. He lifted his head slightly, saw her hair-lined lips boring in on his mouth and realized what she was going to do.
"I want to fuck you," he said stubbornly.
"Stop being obnoxious," Rebecca hissed. She reached into her crotch with both hands, spread the lips of her pussy wide apart and lowered her ass until her soggy hole engulfed his mouth and nose. "I sucked your cock. Now you can eat my pussy."
The fleshy folds of her cunt captured his face. Her weeping hole pressed down on his lips. Her swollen clit bumped the tip of his nose. Alan's face was captured by the heavy folds of her cunt. The weeping hole was on his lips and her clit was mashed against the tip of his nose. He opened his mouth to breathe and she pushed down.
"Stick your tongue in my hole," she demanded. "Fuck me with it. Taste my cunt juice. Drink it! You'll like the taste." She wiggled her shapely ass around, smearing his lower face with her warm secretions. "Stick out your tongue!"
He stuck out his tongue, separated the thick lips and dipped into the core of her hot honey pot. Her sleek, pink membranes were wet and glistening. She did taste good. He savored the flavor. He began to pump his tongue in and out of her hole like a slender, short cock fucking into her hairy twat.
"That's right, dear. Fuck me with your tongue. Make my cunt feel good. You'll get your reward in a few minutes."
The sweet fragrance of her sex filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. She continued to wiggle her-ass as his tongue delved into her nether mouth.
She turned around on top of his face and leaned over, with her face directly above his rigid rod. His staff stood up from the thatch of hair in his groin like a flagpole in a patch of grass. Her new position made her clit more accessible than her cunthole. His tongue slid up her wet slit and pressed against her fleshy love button.
She held his prick in one hand and hunched on his face. "Mmmmmm, lick my clit, baby," she moaned. "I'll suck you off and let you cum in my mouth while you make love to my cunt."
CHAPTER THREE
Rebecca sucked Alan's cock into her mouth and shivered as the pulsing head rubbed the roof of her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around his shaft and began to swallow him whole. She had to fight to keep from losing her concentration as she skillfully, teasingly polished his bloated knob. His thrilling tonguing sent molten flames lancing through her cunt. Her toes curled and uncurled reflexively as his tongue flicked over her clit. She scrubbed her cunt on his mouth and sucked the head of his cock deep into her throat.
His swollen cock throbbed and his balls ached. He hovered on the verge of a climax, scant seconds from filling this wonderful woman's terrific mouth with his hot cream. Pleasure was overtaking him. He tried to hold back and make the marvelous sensations last longer, but couldn't hold out against her extraordinary tongue and the fantastic vacuum in her hot mouth.
With a fierce lunge of his hips, his cock erupted and spurted scalding seed into her avidly sucking mouth. He heard her almost gag for an instant, then she began to suck more demanding, not only drawing the juice from his rod, but pulling the head deeper into her throat.
When Rebecca felt the first spurt of cum in the back on her throat, she squirmed and hunched more vigorously, rubbing her snatch over his face and her clit against his vibrating tongue.
Her orgasm started just moments after his. She would have screamed with pleasure, but her mother taught her never to talk with her mouth full. She continued to suck his cock avidly and concentrated on the waves of ecstasy washing over her. She loved to cum, and she was going to do it so many times before she turned this young stud loose.
She drained the last of jism from him as his orgasm ebbed. Then she rolled off and lay on her back, breathing deeply as subtle shudders continued to ripple through her.
"For someone who didn't want to eat my pussy, you did it very well," she said. She reached over and wrapped her fist lightly around his prick. "And it wasn't so bad, was it, dear?"
"No. I'm never sure about tasting a stranger's pussy. I'm afraid it might smell bad or taste bad."
"Nonsense! You're letting your imagination run wild. If a woman keeps herself clean, there's no bad odor or taste. I've never tasted a pussy that didn't have a nice flavor and aroma. You just have to choose your partners carefully."
"You mean you.. .you really.. . ? "
"Eat pussy? Of course I do. I think every woman who really-likes to fuck eventually gets around to trying it. At least once. Some continue doing it, some don't. I happen to be a woman who-likes it."
"I don't think Carla would ever do that. She doesn't even suck me off very often."
"Oh, my dear, you've got so much to learn about women. First, I'll bet she doesn't suck your cock very often because you don't eat her pussy very often. If you consistently eat her pussy as well as you just ate mine, she'll come around and be happy to return the favor.
"Second, you only have to get her in the right situation, and she'll let another woman go down on her. If she-likes what the woman does to her, and I think she will, she'll try it. At least once. Once she sees how much pleasure she can give another woman, she just might keep doing it.
"You'd better wise up, or you're going to lose that beautiful wife of yours. One of these days, she's going to find out that sex is really fun. Then you're in for it. You'll be faced with the choice of going along for the ride, and a very pleasurable one it can be, or missing the bus. Right now, however, you're going to get your wish. We're going to put that lovely hard cock in my pussy. Do you like to be top-fucked?"
"I like it better when I'm in control."
"God, you're a stick-in-the-mud. You aren't old enough to be a fuddy-duddy. No wonder your love life has gone stale."
She didn't wait for him to make any more stupid remarks. Climbing over him, she positioned herself over his rampant rod and fit the head up between her cunt lips. She eased her ass down and the blunt head of his prick nosed between the heated walls of her dripping cunt. "I want all of your cock," she hissed. "All the way to your balls!" She snapped her ass down and his cock slid in easily and steadily, disappearing into her hot box before his eyes. He had nothing to do but lie there and watch as the heated maw of her sex channel swallowed his prick.
"I don't know if I can get off again so soon," he said doubtfully. "You've already made me cum twice in the last half-hour."
"I know how many times you've cum. Forget about cumming and just enjoy the ride. If you can cum, fine. If not, so what? You'll make me cum. That I guarantee! I like having your juice in me, but it isn't necessary. What's important is my orgasm. Now, stop talking unless you're going to say sexy things to me. I want to concentrate on fucking myself on your cock and getting my pussy off."
"You make it sound like I'm not even here. That just my cock is." Alan sounded hurt by her attitude.
"You got that right, buster! Your cock's the only thing that's doing anything important right now. If you insist on using your mouth, suck my tits."
She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on the bed and her eyes closed, really savoring the feel of his hard prick. Her tits dangled in his face, her nipples pointed at him like two big thumbs, hard and stiff. The hairy mouth between her thighs sucked his cock as she humped her ass briskly up and down, riding to the very tip of his rod before sinking back down, burying the full length of his shaft in herself once more.
Alan grabbed one of her big mounds with both hands and began to chew her nubby nipples, making her entire love tunnel twitch with licentious awareness. The muscles of her pussy clenched and coiled and rippled, like soft lips sucking his prick.
Before he expected it, she began to spasm in orgasm. Her body seemed to fly out of control, began to twist and buck and heave and go in all directions at once.
"Oh, fuck!" she wailed. "Your cock feels so fucking good, baby! Oh, baby, I love to fuck!"
Her pussy clutched at his prick, literally milked it as her juice soaked it. She bucked wildly up and down and he tried to follow her, tried to keep his cock buried in her spastic cunt.
To his great surprise, he felt another orgasm begin to stir in his loins. Afraid she would finish and climb off before he had a chance to cum again, he grabbed her ass and tried to hold her steady as he thrust into her.
Rebecca would have none of it. Lost in the throes of her orgasm, she refused to let him slow her down. She went into automatic overdrive and continued to buck and twist furiously. Inane gibberish poured out of her mouth in a keening wail as she fucked herself to an even higher plateau. Her cunt leaked so copiously that juice trickled down his cock, over his balls and into the crack of his ass.
He rammed into her sopping hole with all of his strength, striving for his own climax. It arrived on thundering hooves. He didn't think he could cum, but he couldn't deny the obvious. He was pouring his molten lava into this beautiful woman's incredible cunt, matching her stroke for stroke, giving her as good as he got.
Rebecca made ragged, sobbing noises as she felt his hot, thick sperm splashing into her cunt. She slammed her ass down and felt his cockhead bang into her womb. She continued to gyrate as she sat up, reached behind her and grabbed his nuts. They felt large and hot in her delicate fingers as she squeezed them and toyed with them, trying to coax another shot from them.
He thought she would wear out his cock before she finally rolled off and lay spread-eagle by him.
"Fantastic exercise program," she sighed. "God, I love to fuck! There's just nothing in the world like a good cum. Feel my pussy. It's still hot."
Alan covered her hairy mound with his hand. "Yeah, it's pretty juicy and sticky, too."
"That's the way a well-fucked pussy should feel," she said. "Kiss it. Lick my clit."
"But, we've.. .I've just.. . "
"So? There's nothing there that will hurt you, even if you do get some on your tongue." She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head down to her crotch. "My clit is still tingling. Lick it. Finish it off properly."
He wasn't wild about the idea. He stiffened his neck and resisted her effort to pull his mouth down to her sticky cunt.
"If you don't lick my clit and get me off again, you've had my pussy for the first and last time," she told him, confirming his worst fears. "You do want to fuck me again someday, don't you?"
Her warning worked. He stuck out his tongue and tentatively touched the tip to her clit. Then, throwing caution to the winds, he dove right in. Her aggressive behavior stirred something in him. He sort of liked having a woman tell him what to do.
"Who knows?" Rebecca murmured. "Maybe soon I'll even seduce your lovely little wife and we can share her pussy. I'll bet she's a real tiger when she gets turned on. And believe me, baby, I know how to turn a woman on. You would like to fuck me right in front of her, wouldn't you? Fill my cunt full of cum and watch her eat it out. Wouldn't that really turn you on? Something tells me it would."
Alan increased the lustiness of his clit licking. His mind whirled as he dreamed of the wild things he would do with this lusty lady.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rebecca heard the front door close and rushed into the hall. "Darling!" she squealed. "You're home early." She rushed to him, threw her arms around his neck, and gave him a big wet smooch.
"I thought I'd take you out to dinner," Clay said. "Unless you have other plans."
Oh, I would much rather stay home and fuck! But I'll take whatever time I can get with you.
"Darling, even if I did, I would cancel them without blinking an eye. What should I wear? Where are we going?"
"Oh, no place imagine. I don't want to stay out too late."
Her face fell. "You don't have to go back to the office, do you?"
"No. I don't want to stay out too late because I want to spend some time with you. Alone."
Her spirits brightened immediately. "I haven't had a better offer in a couple of weeks. I just got out of the tub, so all I have to do is put on some clothes. Don't suppose I can go in a negligee, huh?"
He caught the reference to the last time they made love. "No, I don't suppose so," he replied, patting her ass affectionately. "I'll take a shower while you dress."
She dressed to entice. She hadn't had her husband's cock in two weeks, and was determined to make the most of the opportunity. Her tryst with Alan that afternoon took the edge off her hunger, but she would pass up a night with the most famous lover in the world for a chance to do the mattress mambo with her husband. She just wished he understood and didn't spend so much time at his damned office!
Over dinner, Clay gave Rebecca a searching look and said, "Why the long face? What makes you so unhappy?"
"You're killing yourself," she replied. And our marriage, damn it! Why can't I tell you how much I need you home at night? Why can't you understand my needs and take care of them? Other men are a substitute for you, darling. Vibrators and fingers don't get the job done, so I fuck other men. I would much rather fuck you. "You drive yourself so hard. I don't want to lose you."
The muscles in his jaw trembled as he clenched his teeth in exasperation. "We've had this conversation before. Several times. Getting a new company off the ground takes a lot of work. Bruce's forte is business and Jerry's forte is sales. That leaves me to create the product we sell."
"I understand all that, darling. Your company is three years old now. According to our bank account, it's doing very well. I don't mean to nag. It's just that I need more of your time. As you know, I don't like quickies, but I'm more than willing to make an exception for you. Can't we at least meet for lunch every day?"
Clay shook his head. "When I don't eat a sandwich at my desk, I have lunch with clients. I might be able to squeeze out a day now and then, but certainly not every day."
Why do I even try? Artists are supposed to have fire in their souls and a lust for life. My husband is more like an engineer than an artist! But I love him, damn it, and I'm not going to give up yet!
She deliberately changed the subject to give him a chance to cool down. "My filet of sole is very good," she said. "How's your steak?"
"Not bad. I've had better. At least the wine is good."
Is he digging me because he had to order a white wine to go with my fish and a red to go with his meat? Am I paranoid? Why do I look for a hidden meaning in everything he says?
"Ordering a white and a red Bordeaux was a stroke of genius," she said. "A split is just right for me. Thank you for inviting me to dinner. I enjoy being with you."
He smiled, indicating he was over his pique. "You aren't bad company yourself. Would you like to stop for a nightcap?"
"Why waste time? We have a full liquor cabinet at home. I can think of more fun things to do than sit in a bar."
Clay nodded, took her arm, and escorted her to the car. Rebecca sat against the door, half turned toward him as he drove, eating him up with her eyes.
God, I love you, you handsome bastard! I'd love to fuck you right here and now! My pussy feels like the Everglades on the Fourth of July!
"You don't have to sit so far away," he said.
"I enjoy looking at you, darling. You'll see just how close I can get when we get home. Besides, I thought you could see me better if I sat over here."
"I can see you very well. And looking at you gets me excited."
"No more excited than I am, darling."
Excited wasn't the word for it. The bulge in his pants made her heart flutter. He had to know she wasn't wearing a bra. He probably didn't know she wasn't wearing panties. She felt brazen and shameless.
"Can you see this better with me sitting over here?" she asked softly.
Rebecca slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, baring her big, firm tits. She saw the bulge in his pants immediately get bigger as he tried to look at her and drive at the same time.
"Jesus! You're naked under that blouse!"
"I thought you could tell. My nipples certainly stuck out enough." She pinched one hard bud and gently pulled it, making it even harder. "I left them bare just for you."
"Yeah, I was sure you did, but to see the proof this way is something else!"
"You just get us home safely and I'll show you lots of other things."
She continued to play with her nipples, nearly driving him to distraction as he tried to look at her and pay attention to the road at the same time. He pulled into the driveway and she jumped out and trotted into the house, bare tits jiggling, shapely ass wiggling. She went into the living room, and the moment he closed the door, she flipped up her skirt and exposed her bare ass to him.
"Damn! No panties, either!"
She turned to face him and grinned. "You know how I hate clothes, so why wear something I knew I was going to take off the moment we got home?" She tore off her blouse and unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
"God, you're gorgeous," he whispered. She swelled with pride, stuck her big tits out at him and let him ogle her nude body. "Why don't you get undressed?" she asked, her voice soft and seductive. "I like to look at your naked body, too."
He quickly shed his clothes and stood just as proud as she did, letting him feast her eyes on him. His cock stood straight out from his hairy groin, throbbing and bobbing, almost as if it could sense where it was headed and was eager to get there.
"Your gorgeous cock looks like it's bowing to me," she giggled. She spread her legs so he could see her pussy lips peeking through her brown pussy hair and ran her hand over her mound. "It must like what it sees."
"I sure do," he said.
He gathered her into his arms. When his mouth covered hers, she remembered her afternoon romp with Alan. She thought she had cum enough with him to keep her happy for a few hours. However, her pussy began to tingle the moment Clay came home early. Now it felt as if a full orchestra had taken up residence in it, playing one sprightly tune after the other as loud as they could.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, her lips coming alive against his, and his tongue entered the warm cavern of her mouth to fence with hers.
He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled on her head as her mouth worked hungrily against his. Her soft, moist lips quivered, working against his as if she wanted to devour him. Moans of desire bubbled out of her throat as their tongues entwined, rolling over and under each other, and her sweet saliva flowed into his mouth.
She stepped back and ran her hands over her tits and cupped them in her palms, presenting the heavy, creamy globes to him. Her nipples stuck out like the erasers on oversized pencils.
As always happened when he found himself in one of the infrequent erotic encounters with his wife, a tiny warning signal flashed through his mind. A foreboding that he didn't really know her, even after ten years of marriage. Her sexual appetite, her raw lust, bewildered him, intimidated him. He suspected he wasn't the only man she fucked; never had been, right from their wedding day. He never asked. She wouldn't lie to him, and he was afraid to hear the answer.
Nevertheless, he couldn't resist her. He wondered if any man could, if any one man could satisfy her voracious appetite for sex. The all-consuming lust roaring through him--a compelling craving that made his longing for Coco seem insipid by comparison--overpowered the warning.
He went to his knees and held out his hands to the beautiful creature standing before him, willed her to come to him so he could pay homage to her exquisite body and delectable pussy.
Rebecca smiled down at her husband. She tangled her fingers in his hair, straddled his shoulders and pulled his head between her thighs. A titillating taste filled his mouth as the nest of rich chestnut hair in her crotch covered his lips.
She bent his head back and pressed her snatch down. She slipped her hands between his face and her thighs and peeled her thick lips apart, opening the way for his tongue. She put one foot on the chair and spread her nether lips wide as she tangled her fingers in his hair again, anxiously pressing his mouth to her humid cunt. She rocked her hips smoothly back and forth, smearing her quim all over his face, forcing him to kiss and tongue her from the top of her gash to the crack of her ass.
"Mmmmm, your tongue feels delightful, darling," she whispered. "You like to lick my cunt, don't you?"
He grunted in the affirmative. She knew him so damn well, knew what made him tick, which buttons to push to influence him completely. He wished he knew how to control her as well. She had only one button to push-the one on top of her slit--and she would push it herself if no one was around to push it for her. Her clit ruled her. Her motor was always running. Push her clit, and it immediately began to race.
She stepped back and smiled down at him again. "You like for me to lick your cock, too, don't you?"
She didn't expect an answer. She didn't need one. She knew his knees got weak just thinking about sticking his cock into her proficient mouth. She pulled him to his feet and pushed him into the chair. She got on her knees between his legs and leaned forward. Her tongue flicked out and traced paths of fire around his nipples and down his stomach.
Her head moved lower and her tongue curled around the head of his cock. Then her mouth closed over his distended knob. She glanced up at him, her lips shining wetly as she smiled once more. She knew his thoughts, knew he wished he could gain some smidgen of control over her. He never had, and never would. Reveling in the pleasure she was giving him, in the knowledge that no one could control her, she set about loving his pulsating prick.
Lowering her head, she let his strong prong slide into the depths of her hot mouth. His muscles tensed and waves of ecstasy washed over him as her head began to bob slowly up and down, her tongue and lips pressing his prick firmly.
She absorbed more and more of his lance until the head pressed against the back of her throat and the hair around his shaft tickled the tip of her nose. Reaching between his thighs with both hands, she cupped his balls and began to massage the heavy orbs, sending new shock waves of enchantment through him. Lifting her head from his towering tool, she traced the tip of her tongue along the inside his thighs.
She continued to play with his nuts with one hand, wrapped her other hand around his shaft and gently stroked it. Her tongue teased the tip of his prick as her hand slid up and down. Suddenly, she gobbled his cock again, shoving it deep into her throat with an intense, nerve-tingling plunge.
She felt his prick begin to throb harder and pulled away from him. "I'll suck you off after you fuck me," she said throatily.
She walked away slowly, deliberately exaggerating the swing of her ass, and went to the bedroom. She lay in the middle of the bed, legs spread, one knee flexed, idly fingering her slit as she waited for him.
When Clay entered the bedroom, he stood by the bed for a few moments, admiring her voluptuous, naked body. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice husky with lust. "You're actually glowing now. Something happened this afternoon. I won't ask you what. I don't want to know."
She held out her arms. "Do you need to know anything but how much I love you? How much I want you to fuck me? How much I adore your cock?"
He joined her on the bed, took her in his arms and their bodies fused. She melted into his arms, put one arm around his neck and slid her other hand down his back and pressed her fingers into the base of his spine. She crooked her fingers and scratched her nails lightly up and down his backbone, from the crack of his ass to his shoulders and back again.
His fingers wandered down her back. He began to fondle her shapely ass and she pressed her lips wetly against his mouth, gave him her tender tongue in a sweet gesture of abandonment.
They kissed deeply as Clay fondled the silky mounds of ass flesh. He knew her body so well, yet somehow it felt different every time he touched it. He separated her shapely buns, ran his fingers down the deep groove, tickled her asshole and extended his finger so he could feel the heat from her twat.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," she murmured.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rebecca began to hunch against his prick. Her plump pussy mound acted as a strong stimulant to his throbbing dick as she twisted against it. She felt her pussy getting wetter and more excited as Clay fondled her ass and slipped his fingers into the deep, hot divide between her firm cheeks.
She forced her hand between their bodies and grasped the prick throbbing so insistently against her snatch. "Your cock feels so good, darling," she murmured.
His finger touched the tight, secret mouth of her rectum and she shivered with delight. He prodded the orifice as though measuring it, then began to worm the tip of his finger into the puckered passage.
"Oh, God, darling, I like that!"
"You're as hot as a firecracker tonight," he whispered.
"I'm always hot with you, darling." She raised her leg and flexed her knee so he could reach her other opening. Her fiery honey pot was literally dripping, the slickened lips quivering, demanding attention. "Stick your thumb in my cunt," she whispered. "Finger-fuck both holes at the same time." She gasped, then began to moan softly as he stroked his finger into her asshole and his thumb into her cunt. "Rub your fingers together."
He had never thought of doing both of her holes at the same time, let alone rubbing his fingers together against the membrane separating them. As he massaged both sides of the floor of her cunt, he wondered where she came up with her wild ideas; whether someone had taught her, or if her imagination was simply that amazing.
"Don't make me cum yet," she whispered. "I want to let it build slowly, until I can't stand it, then really pop." Holding onto his prick, she rolled away from him and turn onto her back. Her long chestnut tresses fell across her heaving tits, nearly covering them.
He leaned over her and ran his hand down her body, across her belly, and pushed two fingers into her hairy slit. The petal-like lips opened fully, a hot, wet crack presenting itself to his caressing fingers. He played in her gash for a few moments, then moved his fingers up to her slippery, palpitating love button and teased the agitated kernel of flesh into a quivering stiffness.
The wonderful sensations she always felt when someone played with her pussy flooded her senses. She wanted to clamp her legs together, to lock his hand in place, not let it get away until she climaxed. The joyous, maddening attention to her pussy made her weak and dizzy. She could hear her own hoarse breathing coming in harsh, rasping gasps. She tightened her fingers on his twitching cock and squeezed hard.
She reached up with her free hand, grabbed a handful of hair and yanked his face down to her tits, nearly smothering him with the big mounds as she urged him to suck her aching nipples. He chuckled softly and began to tease her tit tips with his tongue as he continued to frig her fiery clit.
They were driving each other frantic, but neither one changed the pace, each determined to prolong their foreplay, to savor the build-up, to reach a point of near-explosion before consummating their carnal coupling.
Clay sucked her nipples into an extraordinary state of hardness, then released her tits and let them bounce free. He forced her to loosen her grip on his rigid rod, felt her fingers slide away reluctantly, cover the crown for a moment, then relinquish their hold altogether.
He removed his fingers from her hot box and moved down quickly. He put his hands on the inside of her legs, pressed into the fullness of her thighs and opened her legs wide. The pink vestibule of her cunt gaped at him, two fleshy folds of succulent meat, the inner depths inviting his tongue. He started to go down on her sweet honey pot, and she stopped him.
"Let me suck your cock at the same time, darling. I want to do a with you, want to feel your cock throb in my mouth, want you to shoot your load of hot cream down my throat."
"You won't hear me saying no!" he muttered.
He climbed over her in reverse. His pulsing prick tapped her chin as it bobbed up and down. He lowered his head to her crotch, split the swollen lips of her pussy with his tongue and began to dine on her luscious fur pie.
Rebecca pulled his prick back, brushed his knob across her lips, then took it into her mouth. She began to suck avidly as she drew his cock slowly into the wet, splendid sexiness of her face while holding the shaft steady with both hands.
Clay put his hands under her perky ass and fondled her firm, shapely cheeks. He stuck both thumbs into her crotch, along each side of her cunt so he could pet the lips while he sucked her and tongue-fucked her hot honey hole. Her exquisite sex sauce flowed into his mouth as he plunged his tongue into her slick love tunnel. He felt her ass contracting beneath his finger, her muscles tightening and relaxing in sexual rhythm as he fucked his tongue deeper into her hot gash. His brain pounded. Fire roared through his veins as he made love to his beautiful wife's tasty twat.
She held his cock at the base with both hands, her fingers extended to enfold his nuts. She clamped her lips tightly around his sex spear and worked her mouth steadily up and down its length.
Clay seemed always to forget his wife's cocksucking skills until he put his cock in her mouth. No woman he knew could hold a candle to her. Her soft, female lips sliding up and down his stiff rod gave him intense pleasure. Faintly, above his own panting, he could hear her wet gasps as she sucked harder and harder on his cock, gulping its entire length, the moist warmth of her tongue curling around the shaft.
He felt his cum building to a bursting point. She squeezed her lips tight and worked her mouth on his cock in a frenzy, silently begging him to dump his load down her gullet.
With a moan of passion, he buried his face in his sultry wife's succulent flesh and sent a thick stream of boiling fuck juice to the back of her mouth. He felt her body shaking and heard her swallowing as the rich jets of cream spurted down her throat. Her cheeks ballooned and she sucked noisily, eating his big load of cum and loving it.
Then her turn came. She wrapped her legs around his head and held his mouth tightly to her twitching twat. Before his prick stopped shooting into her mouth, she began to pump her own love juice into his mouth. Her cunt boiled over with lust as she writhed and bucked under him.
They drained each other, then rolled apart and snuggled together. Rebecca smiled, kissed him on the mouth, then put her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you, darling," she cooed. "I adore the way you eat my pussy."
"Thank you, baby. I had almost forgotten how well you suck cock."
"I won't say it!" she giggled.
"I know. It's my own fault. You've never refused me, no matter what I asked you to do."
"Including waiting for you to come home," she said softly.
He turned onto his side and pulled her leg over him. His stiffening prong rubbed in her lush bush. Rebecca smiled and snuggled closer to him. She deliberately pressed her mound against his rising staff and began to wiggle her hips in a lazy up-and-down motion.
"You're fantastic tonight, baby."
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" she chuckled, her voice husky with emotion.
Rebecca rolled over on top of him and straddled his thighs. She wrapped her dainty fist around his shaft and pulled his prick into full erection. She liked to jack a man off and watch him squirt. But not now. She wanted to cum on his rock-hard, hot cock!
She spread her shapely legs wider and moved up so his prick was poised at the entrance of her sopping love channel. His big cockhead forced her cunt lips apart as her wet slit bore down hard.
He pulled her down and hugged her eagerly. She mashed her tits into his chest and squirmed lasciviously as he ran his hands up and down her arched back and kissed her impetuously. She felt him trying to turn them over and pulled away. She sat up and stabbed him with a piercing gaze.
"Don't you dare try to take control!" she hissed. "This is my show!"
She fit the head of his dick into the opening of her cuntal canal. Her voracious gash ate his prick quickly, sucked it into her slick channel in one gulp as she sat down heavily. She put both hands on his chest to steady herself and began to ride his cock leisurely. She dropped her head to stare between her legs at the exhilarating view of the pleasure pole slipping in and out of her hot twat. She loved the sight of a cock penetrating her cunt. She liked to watch herself fuck. Maybe some day soon she would line the bedroom with mirrors so she could see every little detail.
"Now you can move, my darling stud!" she whispered hotly. "Hump your tight little buns! Fuck with me!"
He began to thrust into her as he put both hands in her crotch. His fingers danced over her thick, slick slit, caressing the tightly stretched lips, fondling her plump mound, inflaming her further, propelling her toward her climax. Her foxy, tanned ass began to rise and fall faster, in a steady rhythm. Her bottom cheeks bounced off of his thighs as she wiggled and twisted and slid her cunt up and down his thrusting tool.
His cock looked bigger and wetter every time she rode to the top of it. She stared at the compelling sight of his gorgeous cock fucking her and his fingers playing with her cunt lips. Her head snapped up and her face twisted in the sweet agony of sexual abandonment.
Suddenly, she sat upright. Her body swayed back, twisting his dick with her. She began to bounce her hot, pillowy ass cheeks on his thighs and rock her hips zealously. Her mouth hung open. Spittle ran down the corners of her mouth. Her hips began to go around and around and up and down, faster and faster.
He arched his back and lunged his hips off the bed, shoving all of his prick into her questing cunt. He reached up, took her heaving tits in his hands, and began to squeeze the hot, fleshy mounds. Tightening his fingers around the heavy globes, he tweaked and pulled her tits in every direction, making them burn with the fires of passion.
She thrust her hands between her legs, felt her cunt lips and his prick each time it emerged from her deep, pink pussy. She jammed her cunt down to his groin, holding his prick to the hilt inside her frantically pulsing channel. Her hips twisted and rocked in tight circles. Her face grew flushed with the frenzy of her excitement. Her body jerked a few times, then became as stiff as a board.
"Oh, God, darling! Oh, my God, I'm cumming so fucking hard! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me!"
Clay felt a hot stickiness flood his trapped knob as she washed it with a lavish outpouring of her love juice. He had never known a woman to gush so much when she came. He slammed his cock into her and emptied another load, his last for a while, he knew.
Rebecca continued to ride his cock until it went limp and slipped from her cunt. She spun around on top of him and sucked his flaccid tool into her mouth. With tender loving care, she cleaned it of every drop of his jism and her own pussy juice.
Unable to do more than simply enjoy the feel of her hungry mouth on his limp prick, he lay back and let her suck to her heart's content.
She turned around, kissed him, then stretched out on her back with a deep sigh!
"Now, will that hold you for a while?" he asked.
"Oh, maybe an hour or two," she replied with a sexy chuckle. "You can get me again later." She reached over and grasped his cock. "Darling, I've been squirreling away all the money from my interior decorating jobs. I think I have enough saved to pay cash for that cabin in the mountains we talked about. Maybe once in a while I can drag you away and spend an uninterrupted weekend. We might even learn to ski. Cross-country, not downhill. We might even buy a couple of snow mobiles and race through the woods. What do you think?"
"Sounds okay to me. But I can't get away right now. We would need more than one day to look around and decide on something."
"Well, if you can fend for yourself for a couple of days, I can go. I can pick out something, make a deposit on it, then we can back up together and make the final decision."
"I trust your judgment. If you find something you like, buy it. I'll be okay. I can eat dinner out. Or maybe coerce Bruce or Jerry to take me home to dinner."
Rebecca squeezed his cock. "Want to go another round?"
Clay chuckled. "You're greedy. Better let me rest a while."
She squinched her eyes, then opened them wide. "There, I just set my internal alarm. I'll wake you in a couple of hours."
She kissed him, wrapped her arms and legs around him, put her head on his shoulder, and went to sleep.
Clay lay awake a few minutes, thinking. Rebecca was right. He didn't spend enough time with her. But his job took so much of his time. Then there was Coco. He hated the thought of giving her up. And he hated not spending more time with Rebecca. Damn! Why couldn't life be simple? Why couldn't he figure out a way to give both of them the time and attention they deserved and still do his job?
CHAPTER SIX
Rebecca never had to look for men or women to fuck. They were simply there. And so available. The men fell all over themselves in their eagerness to accommodate her, to let her ride their cocks as long as she wished, in any way she wished. And the women couldn't get their heads between her shapely thighs quickly enough.
Derek knew he would never forget the first time he saw Rebecca. She cruised up in front of his real estate office in her big powder blue Bronco, with orange striping, and his life took an abrupt turn for the better.
He stood on the porch of the chalet he used as an office and watched her stroll across the parking lot to the building, noting her high, firm breasts, her fine legs, narrow waist and well-rounded hips. He liked women who looked like women, not those skinny creatures with flat chests and no hips or ass, whose gender you couldn't tell without undressing them. Her rich chestnut hair fell below her shoulders and framed a kittenish face with full red lips that seemed on the verge of a smile.
"You must be a Denver Broncos fan," he said as she approached.
"Dyed-in-the-wool," Rebecca replied with a soft laugh. "My husband wouldn't stand for the idea of an orange vehicle with blue striping, so I had to settle for that one."
Her low, lively voice made his heart turn over in his chest. He instantly sensed a magical combination of femininity and strong sexuality. He noted the rings on her dainty left hand and sighed with regret.
He held out his hand and said, "I'm Derek Randall. What can I do for you today?"
"I'm Rebecca Johnston." She took his hand in a firm grip. "I stopped at the only restaurant in the village for lunch and the waitress said you might help me find a cabin in the woods. She gave you a big build-up. Either you pay her handsomely for steering customers your way, or she's your girlfriend."
Derek held onto her hand, reluctant to let go, afraid she might simply evaporate before his eyes like an apparition. He guessed her age about forty, but she certainly didn't look it. Her bright, vivacious eyes said she had plenty of life left in her. He became aware of her warm, fruity perfume. A vision of a harvest time woman who inspired thoughts of ripened fruit and grape festivals and long cool nights with an earth goddess filled his mind.
Rebecca let him hold her hand while she did her own evaluation. She saw a tall, slender, good-looking young man with eyes so blue they looked as if someone had painted them to match the clear blue Colorado skies. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with a warm, charming smile. She felt an immediate erotic attraction between them.
After a moment, she looked directly into his eyes and said softly, "Hello. Anyone there?"
He shook himself mentally and released her hand. "Oh, I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
She smiled slyly. "The waitress."
"Oh, yes. Well, Cathy is a friend, and she's a girl, but she's isn't my girlfriend. Not in the sense you mean it. Well, not exactly, anyway. Come inside." He held the door open and motioned her inside. "Do you want to rent or buy?"
"Buy, if the price is right." She followed him inside and deliberately brushed his arm with her breast as she passed him. "Something secluded, suitable for year-round living."
"Are you going to move up here?" he asked hopefully. "You sure would brighten up the area."
"No. We just want a little hideaway for occasional visits."
He opened his listing book and showed her a picture. "This might be just what you're looking for. Rustic. Cozy. Isolated. About a quarter-mile off the county road, which is kept open in the winter. But you need a four-wheel to make it up to the cabin. Not one of those foreign rinky-dink things that get hung up on a pine cone, but a real one, like your Bronco. A great room with a huge fireplace, kitchen, one large bedroom, a large bath and a spa and hot tub on the deck. The owner died recently, and the executor of his estate said sell immediately. It just went on the market yesterday."
"Sounds good. Let's take a look at it."
They drove up the mountain in Derek's nearly-new Subaru and he continued his sales pitch on the way. "The owner was a rich recluse. He came up a couple of times a month, always accompanied by two or three very robust young ladies."
Rebecca laughed softly, sexily. "By robust, you mean well-endowed. Now I know why your eyes lit up when you looked at me."
"You would make any man's eyes light up, lady. The cabin comes completely furnished. If you don't want the furniture, I'll move it out and the executor can easily sell it at auction."
"Tell me, Derek, why do so many men fantasize about having two women at the same time? I'm no whiz at math, but it seems to me that two will go into one a lot more often than one will go into two. With three or four, the situation is a lot more lopsided. "
He grinned sheepishly. "Well, I guess we all dream of having a harem."
"Supposedly, Solomon had a thousand wives and concubines in his harem. Even a virile young man such as yourself can't expect to successfully spread himself that thin. You didn't say how old the owner was, but since he was a rich recluse, I assume he was getting on in years. What do you suppose he did with two or three robust young women at a time? Do you suppose they had to fly solo or keep each other entertained after they wore him out?"
He blushed deeply. "Here we are," he said, happy to change the subject.
The cabin was nestled deep in the pine forest surrounded by a small field of bright, multicolored flowers. Red geraniums filled the window boxes and assorted potted plants hung from hooks on the front porch. Rebecca fell in love with the cabin before she even saw the inside.
"Well, I guess his ladies didn't spend all their time on their back," she remarked drolly.
He helped her out and unlocked the front door. "The utilities are still on. Everything is electric. Gas trucks can't make it in here in the winter."
She wandered into the kitchen and looked around. "More expensive to heat water for the spa and hot tub. How big is the water heater?"
"A hundred gallons. He always turned it off when he left. Takes about four hours to fully heat the water after you turn it back on."
Rebecca nodded and went into the bedroom. Derek followed her, watching her foxy ass swing and sway under her summer frock. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra. He wondered if she wore panties. Then dismissed the thought of making time with her. Her old man had to be loaded to afford that rock on her left hand, and he had no wish to commit suicide.
She looked at the four-poster bed, smiling. "Wonderful," she said softly. "A real antique. And big enough for a crowd. But it had to be, didn't it?"
"Do you collect antiques?"
He ignored her very pointed remark about the size of the bed. He couldn't figure her out. She seemed very interested in the previous owner's sexual proclivities. Was she sending him a message?
"I'm an interior decorator," she replied. "My husband is a graphic design artist."
Why did she throw that in? Only a blind man could not see that she had a husband. Did she like to tease a man, thinking her rings kept her safe? Maybe she liked to fool around, but couldn't bring herself to make the first move. Did she want him to make a pass at her? Was she one of those women who said no while taking off her clothes and spreading her legs? God, he would love to get between those gorgeous legs! Her pussy probably tasted like the sweetest, juiciest peach imaginable. "Well, what do you think?" he asked. "How much?"
"Forty thousand, if you take the furniture."
That's a steal! The place is loaded with antiques, and they're worth at least that much. "Thirty, cash, as is," she said. "No sense in having new stuff trucked all the way up here. Don't try to dicker. I won't go a penny higher. There must be plenty of other places around that will do just as well."
"You're a tough lady." He held out his hand. "Done. Shall we go back to the office and do the paperwork? Joint tenancy, with you and your husband?"
"Yes," she replied immediately. "I'll give you the necessary information, and you get the papers ready." She let him escort her outside and help her into his vehicle. "I'll give you a deposit now, and come back tomorrow. I assume you need a certified check?"
"Take a few days to clear escrow. If you like, I can send everything to Denver and you can do the closing there."
"Okay. That way, Clay won't have to take a day off from work to come up here and sign everything. Where's the closest motel? I didn't see one in the village."
"Thirty miles. Down by the Interstate. If you don't want to drive that far, I'll turn on the water heater and you can stay in the cabin. The nights get pretty cold up here, even in the summer."
"Oh, that would be nice! Is there a store in the village where I can buy some groceries?"
Derek decided to take a chance. "Why don't I take you to dinner? We can stop by my place for a nightcap, and I'll lend you some eggs or whatever to make your breakfast."
Rebecca held out her hand. "Done. I bring my buggy back up here, and you can come up and get me when it's time for dinner. I want to get the feel of the place. Sort of try it on for size, if you know what I mean." She licked her lips seductively. "When you get something new that you really like, don't you like to try it out right away?"
* * *
"Where are we going for dinner?" she asked him as they drove down the mountain.
"I know a quaint little place in Breckenridge."
"That's almost to the Interstate. I could have driven down and spent the night in a motel."
"Oh, but then you wouldn't get to try on your new cabin or have dinner with me. This place serves the most scrumptious Chateaubriand you ever tasted. They cook it to perfection and serve it with little red potatoes and fresh asparagus smothered in Hollandaise sauce. Add a good burgundy, top it with off with Cherries Jubilee, and you have a meal fit for a king."
"And about three inches on my hips," she groaned.
"I'll chase you around the living room later," he quipped, half in jest.
She cut her eyes at him and chuckled sexily. "I don't run very fast when a handsome man chases me. I have other, more pleasant, ways of working off excess calories."
Over dinner, Derek said, "I like you, Rebecca Johnston. I feel comfortable with you."
"like a pair of old shoes or a pair of baggy pants, huh?" she quipped, then grinned. "Or like your mother, maybe."
"If my mother looked like you, I would still be living at home."
"Oh, my, how Freudian! I love it! Are you telling me you're a little kinky, Derek?"
"Perhaps. You'll have to find out for yourself. I'm telling you that I like being with you. I date girls my own age, and spend half the night trying to understand their gibberish. Or listening to horror stories about broken fingernails and bad hairdressers. Most of them are so self-centered, it's unbelievable."
"And you don't think I'm self-centered?"
"Anything but! You have a lot of self-confidence, which isn't the same. You have a sense of humor, you're intelligent, and you can carry on a conversation in words of more than one syllable. Can you imagine how hard it is to figure out where a girl is coming from when she answers you with grunts and shrugs?"
"I think you have a silver tongue. I'll find out later. I have a girlfriend about your age who doesn't answer with grunts and shrugs. A self-assertive little minx who knows what she wants and goes after it. A real looker, too. Maybe I'll introduce you one of these days." She smiled coyly. "If you don't mind an older woman fixing you up with a young chick."
"Make sure you have my phone number before you leave," he laughed.
"What about a woman turns you on, Derek? Legs? Breasts? A pretty face? A particular color hair?"
"Yes!" he said, laughing again. "I'd have to say personality more than anything else. You, for example, really turn me on."
Rebecca pushed the remains of her Cherries Jubilee aside and said, "Thank you for a delicious dinner, Derek. I haven't had a meal like that in weeks. And I won't have another like it for several more weeks! Too much of a good thing not only spoils a girl, it makes her fat and sassy. Oh, by the way, the water heats faster than you said. I had enough for a nice bath."
He cocked his head to the side and thought for a moment. "Well, I don't know how else to say it. I can't imagine you smelling any way but wonderful."
"That was nicely said," she smiled. "I get all gooey and sticky quite often."
They drove home leisurely, in a sated, dreamy state of mind. Neither spoke, unwilling to spoil the cozy mood.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rebecca looked forward with eager anticipation to an exquisite climax to a splendid day. She wanted him to touch her, caress her body, feel the passion he aroused in her. She could almost feel his lips on her nipples, his fingers in her pussy, exploring, teasing, slowly coaxing her to the peak of passion. Then he would put his silver tongue in her and make her scream with pleasure again. She imagined his lusty young cock in her and her nipples grew erect and her channel spasmed.
Derek didn't know what lay in store for him. One moment, Rebecca seemed to come on strong, then would back away and leave him in the dark. His fantasies took flight. He held her in his arms, exploring her body, her wonderful, full, golden breasts. He could feel her large nipple in his mouth. He nibbled and sucked, and it grew hard as he excited her. She reached down and fondled his cock, thrilled by the size. She fondled him, sucked him, licked him, took him in her mouth as he nuzzled his face between her shapely legs and drank her delectable nectar. She begged him to fuck her and he turned around and kissed her as he filled her glorious cunt with his cock.
"Derek, we're home," Rebecca said.
He looked at her, confused, disoriented. "What?"
She pointed out the window. "I assume this is your place. You stopped and turned off the engine, and it's sort of late to be paying someone a visit."
"Oh, yeah," he mumbled.
He hurried around and helped her out. He turned on the stereo, lit a fire in the fireplace and brought a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon from his refrigerator.
She sat on the couch and sank into the luxurious cushions and pillows. "Did you know we sat out there at least five minutes before I spoke?" she teased. "Where were you? You seemed a million miles away."
"I was on cloud . "
She lifted one eyebrow. "Pardon me?"
"Cloud . That's one hundred times higher than cloud . "
She smiled and the bulge in his pants became twice as uncomfortable. He sat down quickly so she wouldn't see his obvious discomfort.
"As I said, I think you have a silver tongue."
He slid over closer to her. "I want to kiss you," he said softly.
She looked at him and said, "If you have to ask, maybe you don't really want to."
He kissed her lightly on the lips. She caressed his cheek and opened her lips slightly. Without breaking the kiss, he set his glass on the coffee table, took her in his arms and leaned back, pulling her on top of him.
She stretched out and relaxed and mashed her tits into his chest. He felt her prominent mound pressing against his painfully hard cock. His tongue slithered into her mouth as he held her face in his hands. Her cheeks had the texture of a ripe peach under his palms.
She pushed herself up, kissed him gently, then traced his lips with the point of her warm, pink tongue. "Hello, lover," she breathed.
He thought the fire she ignited in his veins would melt him. He put his arms around her, pulled her down and opened his lips. She stuck her tongue in his mouth, then their lips met in a kiss so passionate it nearly blew his toenails off.
He wiggled out from under her, sat up, and put her head in his lap. She pushed herself up and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"You're so beautiful, it makes my heart ache," he whispered.
She wiggled her back and laughed softly. "I feel something else that must be aching as badly."
He got up, put a large pillow under her head and knelt by the couch. His fingers trembled with excitement as he unbuttoned the top of her dress and pushed it open. He gazed at her creamy tits and licked his lips.
"Am I robust enough for you?" she teased.
"Magnificent," he said breathlessly.
"My dress unbuttons all the way, dear. I won't do it for you. If you want it, you have to go after it."
"You don't know how badly I want it!" he exclaimed.
He covered her graceful neck and satiny shoulders and superb tits with hot kisses as he unbuttoned her dress the rest of the way and pushed it aside. He saw she wasn't wearing panties and just kept right on going, kissing and licking, heading for the promised land.
She let her left leg fall off the couch and opened the road to her goodies, and he went lower. His tongue snaked into her wet slot and his lips followed. She curled her mound up and hunched at him and he kissed her sweet, juicy cunt passionately.
He lifted his head and played with her moist, warm pussy as he looked at her body. "You are such a gorgeous woman," he said softly, his voice husky with emotion. "Magnificent tits, and such big nipples to suck on. Legs like a dancer. Real hips, not those shapeless things girls my age seem to prefer. Skin so soft." He glanced down and continued, "Your pussy feels like velvet and the lips are so long and thick. So is your bush. Did you know that many girls shave their muff into a narrow strip along their pussy? Some of them leave just a little topknot. I don't know why they don't shave everything or leave it alone. Your pussy looks like a pussy." He tested her mound with the tips of his fingers. "So plump and springy. God, I love everything about you."
Rebecca smiled faintly as she watched him visually examine her body and play with her pussy. "I'm glad you find my body so pleasing, dear. I want you to enjoy it."
"I don't know what your exercise program is, but I bet you could make a fortune selling videos tapes of it."
"I fuck a lot, dear," she said quietly. "That's all the exercise I need or want. Do you think I could make a fortune selling videos of me fucking?"
"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "I'd buy a couple dozen a month."
"Yes, I bet you would. Undress, dear, and sit behind me. Hold me against your chest. I want you to do something for me."
He stood and started tearing his clothes off. "Let me get my shoes off, and I'll walk across hot coals for you!"
"Oh, you do have a silver tongue, dear, and you're going to prove it soon. But first, we're going to do something else." He was naked by the time she said the last word. She looked at his stiff cock and licked her lips. "Magnificent," she breathed. She reached out, gripped his prick and pulled him to her. "One little kiss, just to keep you interested." She kissed the end of his cock, licked the head, kissed it again, then closed her lips around it and sucked for a moment. "Now, sit down and take me in your arms."
She sat up and let him slide under her upper body. She reached back and pulled his cock up by her side as she leaned back against him and put her head on his shoulder. She held onto his stout charger and began to stroke it slowly.
She kissed his cheek and said, "Finger-fuck me, dear. I want to cum right now." She noted his look of consternation and chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging."
"Are you multi-orgasmic? I want you to cum when I eat your pussy and fuck you."
"Oh, baby, you'll think I'm a fucking machine gun when I get started!" she cackled. "Use two fingers, one on each side of my clit."
"You'll have to move up a little so I can reach your pussy."
She moved up and put her right arm around his neck, reached across her body with her left arm and gripped his cock again. "There, now I can play with your cock while you jack me off. You won't cum too soon, will you?"
"No, I'll be okay."
"Do you like to play in a woman's pussy?"
"I love it! I had no idea you were so uninhibited." He reached into her pussy and began to play with her clit. "You look and act so elegant."
"A lady always looks and acts elegant in public, dear. A lady in public, a courtesan in private. And tonight, I'm your courtesan."
He separated his fingers and put one on each side of her clit. "Your clit is so big!" he said in wonderment.
"The better to cum with, my dear," she quipped.
He bent to kiss her neck and whispered, "Then cum for me, lovely lady."
"It's so nice to lie here and let you get me off. Once in a while, I like to cum without having to worry about a man's pleasure. That's why I like to jack off and play with other women. They understand the need to relax and let nature take its course. Sometimes, men get in such a hurry and think they'll simply die if they don't fuck you immediately."
"Do you play with other women often?"
"Hmmm, piqued your interest, did I? Dreaming of a harem again, are you? I play with other women as often as the urge strikes me. I don't lick clit on a set schedule. I do get off every day. By myself, if no one is around to help me."
"You can always call on me. I'd be glad to help."
"Oh, sure, I'm supposed to race up here every time I get horny. It's a three hour drive, dear. I'd have to live up here if you were going to fuck me whenever I get an urge for cock."
"Well, that's okay with me."
"Don't get serious on me, dear. This is fun and games time, fantasy time, not serious business."
"Yeah, I know. Still, a guy can wish."
"If you're really interested in having two women at the same time, and if 'you fuck me well tonight, I might arrange a threesome for you."
"Will you be part of it? I can't imagine anything more stimulating than watching you lick clit."
"Yes, sometimes." She caught her breath and began to hunch her hips. "Mmmmmm, I'm getting close. Other times, you can have a couple of different women. You do like variety, don't you?"
"After you, every woman will be a let down."
"Don't wear out that silver tongue talking, dear. I have other plans for it." She began to hunch harder. "A little faster, dear."
He watched an expression of pure eroticism cover her face as he began to work her clit faster. He slid his fingers way down, kept her clit between them, and dipped the tips into her hole.
"Oh, that feels so good, dear," she whispered. Her hips began to hunch faster. Her body began to undulate and ripple. "Now, dear, now!" she moaned.
She continued to moan and writhe as she came. He had no idea she really let go, bucked like a wild horse and screamed her head off, when she usually came.
"Marvelous," he muttered. "You are so beautiful, so enchanting when you cum."
"Only when I cum?" she gasped. She continued to hump and writhe for a few more moments, then relaxed. "Mmmmmm, you did me just the way I wanted, dear." She lifted his hand to his mouth and said, "Lick my juice off your fingers, dear."
"I'd rather taste you firsthand," he said as he licked his fingers.
"Oh, you will, dear, you will!" she assured him, her eyes sparkling with passion. She rolled over onto her stomach with her head over his groin. "First, I'm going to show you how much I appreciate the way you jacked me off." His long cock stood straight up in front of her face in a taut erection. She kissed the tip. "Your cock is gorgeous, dear." She curled her tongue around the head. "So long, so thick. I can almost feel it in my cunt."
She propped herself up on her elbows, kept her tongue curled around his cockhead, and took it between her lips.
"Are you going to suck me off?"
She lifted her head and looked up at him.
"Yes. I'll help you get hard again so you can fuck me."
"It won't take much. Just let me get my mouth on your pussy and my cock will look like a cobra responding to a snake charmer's flute." He put his hands behind her head and tried to pull her mouth down on his cock.
She stiffened her neck and shook her head. "No, don't do that. I'll blow you and let you cum in my mouth, but you must not hold onto my head." She took his hands and put them on her cheeks. "Your cock is too long for you to fuck me in the mouth. You must let me do it my way. You can caress my cheeks or the top of my head, but don't try to control me."
She rubbed her smooth cheeks with his cockhead as she stroked it, then lowered her head and let his prick slide into her mouth. She kept a grip around the base with one hand and short-stroked the shaft as she devoured most of his long tool. She lodged the head in her throat and began to hum.
The poor fellow surrendered to the inevitable almost immediately. He had never felt anything quite like her fantastic cocksucking. He thought he was nowhere near an orgasm, then abruptly his cock began to quiver, his hips lurched, and he erupted.
The force of his eruption and the magnitude of cum jolted her. She let a little of his shaft slip from her mouth to get the head out of her gullet. Her throat worked rapidly as she gulped his seed. With more room to work her hand, she stroked his faster, squeezing with her thumb, milking him into her mouth.
"God damn!" he muttered.
Rebecca lifted her head and grinned. "You liked that, huh?"
"God, lady, no one has ever sucked me like that."
"Age has its good points, dear. Usually, experience comes with age. Maybe young women haven't. sucked enough cocks to develop a good technique."
"I think a lot of them do it just as a token gesture," Derek replied.
"The way some men eat pussy," she agreed. "Is there more champagne? I need something to wash down your cum. You gave me quite a load."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rebecca got up and sat on the couch. Derek got up and refilled their glasses. "It's still cold enough," he said, handing her a glass.
"As long as it isn't flat."
He sat down by her and patted her knee. "Slide back and turn to face me." He waited until she did, then said, "Now open your legs so I can see your pussy."
She snickered and spread her legs. "You are a naughty boy."
"Enamored is more like it. I've never met a woman like you." He took a sip of wine. "May I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure. Ask anything you wish. I won't guarantee an answer, though."
"What's with your husband? Why doesn't he take better care of such an extraordinary woman?"
"Have you ever had a dark-skinned woman?"
He didn't take her refusal to answer personally. He didn't know her very well, after all. Maybe some day he would meet her husband and make his own evaluation. "A black woman? Once."
"No, not an ethnic black. I have a girlfriend, Lila, who is part Creole, part French, and part God knows what else. Her description, not mine. She is one of the most alluring women I've ever met. You've seen pictures of the Egyptian Queen Nefertiti, haven't you?" He nodded, and she continued. "Well, that's who she looks like, only more beautiful. Not black. More like a light walnut. Nut-brown, I guess. Lustrous black hair that comes down to her ass. Much finer, softer than black hair usually is. A huge bush. It starts at her navel, goes down her belly in a thick line, then spreads just everywhere. She calls her pussy her fertile valley. In your words, she isn't quite as robust as I am, but she's got a lot of weight hanging on her chest."
"Why are telling me about her?"
Rebecca smiled mischievously. "She-likes to ski. My cabin isn't too far from the slopes, so I thought I might offer to let her use it occasionally during the season. She's very particular. And more than a bit aggressive. She frightens a lot of men, so she has trouble hooking up with one willing to take her on and satisfy her. I thought you might like to meet her."
"Not that I don't appreciate the offer, but why are you doing this for me? Are you afraid
I might get too serious with you?"
"No. I won't let that happen. She adores big cocks, like yours, aggressive women don't seem to turn you off--I'm thinking of myself now--and you like variety. Think you can handle her?"
"I can sure as hell try!"
Rebecca set her glass on the floor and crooked her finger at Derek. "Come here, dear. My throat is clear and I'm ready to go another round." She leaned back against the arm of the couch and patted her hairy mound. "Start here. I want to find out if you really do have a silver tongue."
He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in her crotch. The heady taste of her sweet pussy filled his mouth as he lapped at her cunt with long strokes of his tongue and probed the tender recesses of her wet slit with two fingers.
A wail of exhilaration burst from her lips. "God, a tongue in my cunt turns me on! Lick my clit, dear. You can find it, can't you?"
He lifted his head and chuckled. "I like your sense of humor." He pulled his fingers out of her hole, used all ten fingers to spread her cunt lips and expose her deep gash, and swiped his tongue across her grand love button. "Magnificent clit," he muttered. "So big I could find it with both eyes closed."
"You'd better let me get under you and coax your cock back to life. I'm going to cum on your tongue, then you're going to fuck me. I don't want to lie to Lila when I tell her how superbly your cock stretches a pussy."
She scooted down flat on her back and he turned around and got over her in reverse. She reached for his cock, clutched the lengthy shaft with both hands, and began to kiss and lap it with her long tongue.
He put his arms between her legs, caught her shapely thighs under his upper arms and pushed her legs back to tip her crotch up. He cupped her firm ass cheeks in both hands and began to fuck her with his tongue.
She locked her ankles behind his back, gulped and swallowed as she lapped the head of his cock, licking around it, pulling at it with her lips. Then she took it into her mouth and began to toss her head up and down, fucking herself in the mouth with his big prick.
Fiery sensations flashed through him. He resolved to light a dozen candles, burn a ton of incense, and sacrifice a couple of virgins to whatever gods had brought this fabulous woman into his life. The feel of her hot, voluptuous body writhing and trembling under him made his head swim. The taste, the feel of her humid, tight sheath around his tongue made his passions soar. He pulled his tongue from her sopping hole and began to lash her unusually large clit, driving her to erotic heights.
Her orgasm started and she went wild, bucking and heaving and twisting under him. She nearly crushed his head in a tight leg-lock and came close to sucking the head of his cock off in stormy submission to her climax.
The moment her frantic movements began to slow, he fought his way out of her leg-lock and turned around. He crouched on his knees between her open legs, feeling her damp pussy with one hand, spreading the lips with his fingers, and guiding his cock with his other hand. She put her hands under her knees and pulled them back against her tits, almost doubling up, as she wiggled her hips impatiently.
The tip of his cock slipped between the lips of her pussy and he pushed his hips forward, easing into her. She moaned deep in her throat and hunched at him. He groaned and shuddered from the ecstatic sensations racing through him. Her channel was so damned tight! He had to wiggle and twist his cock in a tight circular motion to loosen her. He had not expected a woman her age to be so tight. He paused for a moment, letting her sheath relax so she wouldn't skin his cock as he penetrated her.
She wiggled and thrust her cunt at him. "Put it all in, darling," she panted. "All the way to your balls!"
He cautiously bucked his hips and his long shaft inched deeper and deeper into her heated love tunnel. Completely aroused and receptive, her tight, soggy sheath quickly relaxed and he began to slide smoothly in and out, probing deeper into her with each thrust.
She was an image of erotic enchantment. The cozy, pleasant glow of the firelight highlighted the elegant curves and hollows of her tanned body. Her thighs mashed her big, firm tit mound, deepening the cleavage between them. Tremors of passion flickered over her beautiful face. She looked up at him through half-closed eyes, a smile of ecstasy caressing her lush lips.
"Give me everything you've got, baby! Fuck me like you really enjoy my cunt!"
"God, I do enjoy your cunt!" he blurted. "I've never felt one so tight, so alive!"
"On a woman my age," she chuckled.
Her luxurious frame bounced from the force of his thrusts as he began to drive his rod in and out of her. Her lithe body looked so damned sexy all folded up with her beautiful, smooth thighs wide apart to hold her pussy open for him. He grasped her ankles and watched as he plundered her pussy, sliding the full length of his long prick in and out of her. The lusty sight nearly set him off before he was ready.
"I'm going to cum, Derek," she moaned, her face twisting with emotion, her breath coming in gasps. "Oh, God, I'm going to cum so fucking hard! Get it, baby! Get my cunt good!"
Her hips began to undulate harder, driving her cunt up at him, taking all he had to give her. He began to hammer her golden grotto harder, and suddenly his own orgasm became an inexorable force, lifting him, engulfing him in a cloud of euphoric bliss. He clung to her trim ankles and began to spear his prick into her with a flurry of motion. Sweat covered his jerking body as his hips flashed rapidly back and forth. Madly careening sensations possessed him. He slammed into her one last time, buried his prick to the hilt, and cum began to spurt into her fiery depths.
"Oh, Derek, I feel your cum squirting into me!" she wailed. "It feels so fucking good, Derek! Fuck me, Derek! Fuck me!"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to buck and writhe and scream, gyrating her hips wildly, milking his cock with her strong cunt muscles, sucking the last drop of cum from his pulsating prong.
Based on her response when he jacked her off, he wasn't prepared for the fury of her orgasm or her raucous expression of rapture. Her frenzy goaded him to greater effort. Fighting against the velvet vise in her cunt, he continued to pump her pussy and rode up higher so his shaft would rub her clit.
Rebecca hit the peak twice before her turbulent movements began to subside. She pulled his head down and kissed him passionately. Then she let her arms and legs fall to the couch and relaxed under him. He started to move off her, and she grabbed him again.
"No," she whispered. She wrapped her legs around his waist to keep his cock in her. "You aren't too heavy."
Cautiously, so he wouldn't roll off the couch, he turned onto his side and snuggled against her. "You smell so good," he muttered. "So warm and fragrant and delicious." He pulled her tighter and mashed her tits against his chest.
"I smell like a well-fucked woman," she chuckled. "Feel like one, too. I told you I sometimes get all sticky and gooey."
"You sure are noisy and wild when you cum."
"Now you know better than to fuck me if you don't want the whole neighborhood to know. I didn't turn you off, did I?"
"God, no! I love it. When I jacked you off, you just wiggled and moaned, so you caught me by surprise."
"Because I relaxed and just let it happen, dear. When I really get into it, I'm a rowdy fucker. The more I like it, the louder I get."
"You must have liked the way I fucked you."
"I loved it! Now, you'd better let me up before I stain your couch. You came enough to fill me twice."
"The more I like it, the more I cum," he quipped.
Rebecca slipped out of his arms and hurried into the bathroom to freshen her pussy before Derek took her back to her new cabin where she would fuck him again. He was so enamored of her and her pussy that he couldn't refuse her anything she wanted. And she wanted more of his cock.
She returned to the living room and picked up her dress and slipped into it. "Take me back to my place, dear."
"It's still early. Must we?"
"I didn't say you had to leave right away. I would rather send you out into the cold night alone later while I snuggle down in a warm, snug bed. I don't like to fuck and run. Men are used to it."
He got up, dressed and went outside with her. As they were driving to her place, he asked, "Why can't I stay all night?"
"That's getting into a personal area, but I guess you deserve an answer. I have only one bedroom, and I don't fuck other men in the bed I share with my husband. Clay hasn't fucked me there yet, but he will, and I won't do that to him. I'll fuck other women in my connubial bed, but not men."
"Fair enough. If I had a wife, I wouldn't want her to share our bed with a single man either. Oddly enough, I understand the part about women. A wife fucking other women isn't the same as fucking other men."
"Precisely. If you were married, how would you feel about your wife fucking other men?"
"If we did it as a threesome, I could handle it just fine. Otherwise, I don't know."
"You know I'm married and you fucked me. And you obviously expect to fuck me again when we get to my place. If your wife kept you well fucked, would you care who else she fucked?"
"I don't know," he said again. "I haven't given it any thought."
"Would you fuck other women, not in a threesome, if you had the chance and thought your wife wouldn't find out? Assuming, of course, that she was the jealous, possessive type, and didn't want you to fuck others."
"The shoe on the other foot, huh? I still don't know. I'd have to give it a lot of thought."
"You'd better do that. And apply the situation to a steady girlfriend, not just a wife. I'm not one of those flaming feminists, but I hate a double standard."
"You're tough," he said softly.
"Only on the outside," she laughed. "On the inside, I'm soft and squishy. As you well know."
"Until you start cumming. Then your pussy is like a vise!"
CHAPTER NINE
Derek followed Rebecca into her cabin and closed the door behind him.
"Start a fire, please," she said. "I'll be right back."
She went to her bedroom, removed her dress and brushed her hair. She returned to the living room to find Derek reclining on the big sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace, idly stroking his erect cock.
"Looks like you started without me," she teased as she knelt by him.
"Not really. I thought about you, and the damned thing jumped up like a jack-in-the-box." He put the middle finger of his left hand in her pussy. "Hmmm, nice and wet. I can't get over how tight you are."
"Didn't expect that in an old woman, did you?" She held his wrist so his finger wouldn't slip out of her pussy.
"Older, yes. Old? No way. Definitely not. After tonight, I don't think I'll find younger women nearly as much fun."
He rolled over between her legs, licked her crotch, her slippery cunt lips, then dipped the tip of his tongue into her lower mouth.
Rebecca felt her passion rising with every stroke of his masterful tongue digging into her trembling snatch. She spread her legs wider, dug her heels into the rug and threw her cunt at his mouth. She quivered all over with lustful ecstasy. A wicked sense of pleasure and wild abandon consumed her. She had known this handsome young man less than a day, but she really didn't care. She could not deny the carnal magnetism between them. She gave herself over completely to the rapturous sensations between her creamy thighs without a second thought.
She writhed and twisted beneath his madly licking tongue. She thought she just might faint from the exquisite joy, the pulsing phenomenon of provocative pleasure lancing through her naked loins. She grabbed his head and ground her twat into his eager mouth, crushing his lips into her slippery heat. Her cunt lips flared open to devour his pleasure-producing tongue.
Derek shivered with beguilement as he eagerly licked Rebecca's hot box greedily and savored her delectable nectar. He was the luckiest man alive. Compliant women of any age were few and far between until winter when the ski bunnies descended on the area.
He hadn't made a sale in a couple of weeks and his bank account was suffering from malnutrition. Then this amorous angel dropped out of the blue, not only bought a cabin, but threw her pussy in as a bonus.
Totally aroused the moment his tongue touched her twat, Rebecca gasped and cried out with pleasure as Derek stiffened his tongue and plunged it deep, deep into her hot, madly throbbing cunt and rotated it far inside her. Her hips began to gyrate wildly in time to his wetly probing spear. Potent surges of excitement raced through her, threatened to suck her consciousness into a swirling vortex of sexual delirium.
"Aaahhh!" she wailed with delight as he darted his tongue in and out, nibbled and licked her quivering clit, then stuck his tongue back into her spastic sheath. "Ooohhh, you silver-tongued bastard, you're making my cunt feel so good!"
Immensely pleased with himself, he fucked his tongue deeper into her clasping cunt, probed her depths with consummate skill. His tongue made sluicing sounds in her sopping slit.
The sounds drifted up to her ears and increased her excitement. She began to moan steadily. Her body began to vibrate. Astonishing surges of exhilaration began to wash through her like ocean waves, waves his long tongue whirling around in the silky interior of her cunt whipped into a frenzy. Pinwheels of color exploded behind her closed eyes. A feeling of lightness began to envelop her, like sparkling bubbles of champagne racing in her blood.
She was lost, completely lost. Her whole universe was centered in her crotch. Every stroke of his tongue increased her wonderful sense of ecstasy. She came closer and closer to that magic moment, and then, almost too soon, she arrived with a bang.
"Ooohhh, my God!" she cried out from the very depths of her being. Exquisite delight overwhelmed her. Her nervous system almost shorted out in the glorious shower of tingling spasms shaking her cunt. "I'm cumming, Derek, I'm cumming!"
She heaved and thrashed like a raving mad woman under the hot, thick tongue fucking her spasming snatch furiously. Voracious flames of pure sexual delight engulfed her. Her cunt dilated and shuddered and swamped his tongue with hot cascades of sweet orgasmic juice. She began to scream and surrendered utterly to her wild and wonderful rapture as the glorious tongue-fucking went on and on.
He continued to love her cunt until her body became as slack as a broken rubber band. Her love tunnel continued to spasm gently as he pulled his tongue out. He sat up between her legs and gave her a bright smile. "Guess I got carried away," he laughed.
"You smug bastard," she sighed as she sat up. She patted him on the cheek, then put her hand on his shoulder. "You deliberately tried to make me pass out, didn't you?"
"Well, you kept on with all that talk about a silver tongue, and I thought I'd better not let you down."
"Oh, you didn't! My pussy hasn't been eaten so well since the last time Gretchen got her tongue in it."
"Okay, who's Gretchen?"
"One of my girlfriends. A blonde German nymph in a constant state of horniness. She's not as tall as I, and her hips are not quite as big, but she's more robust and has a splendid ass."
He reached out, hefted one of her large tits and began to run his thumb over her nipple. "Why do you keep telling me about your girlfriends?" He put his other hand between her legs, slid his middle finger through her wet slit and into the creamy little orifice at the bottom.
She reached down and gripped his cock. She began to stroke his shaft idly and said, "Because I like you. I'm sure Lila and Gretchen will occasionally visit me at the cabin, and I thought you might like to meet them. They both go for refreshing young studs with big cocks." He wiggled the tip of his finger in her cunt. She sighed and squeezed his cock. "They're about my age, by the way."
"So? What difference does that make?" He slipped a second finger into her cunt, turned his hand over, and began to massage the top of her channel.
Rebecca closed her eyes, took a deep breath and shuddered. She opened her eyes and said, "Well, I don't want to push a couple of older women on you. Even if they will fuck your cock off. Maybe you're getting all the young pussy you can handle and aren't interested in older pussy unless it's delivered to you on a silver platter."
He rammed his fingers into her hot, creamy passage. She squirmed with delight and began to pump his potent prick faster.
"Are you?" she asked.
"Am I what?" He wiggled the tips of his fingers faster and thought she was going to levitate off the floor.
"Getting all the young pussy you can handle? Do you fuck a lot of young women?"
"Does your pussy stay wet all the time?"
"I don't know. I think so. I've never thought about it," she whispered. She stared at him with a look hot enough to melt his toenails. "How are you going to make me cum this time?"
"Turn over on your hands and knees," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. He kept his fingers in her cunt and she squealed with delight as she let go of his cock and turned over. He pumped his fingers in and out of her snatch as he got on his knees, then quickly pulled his fingers out and rammed his prick into her churning cunt.
"Ooohhh!" she cried out as his hefty prick gored her. She jerked under the impact of his entry as he buried his rod in the depths of her belly. "Oh, God, Derek, I feel the head of your cock on my G spot. How did you know this is one of my favorite ways to fuck?"
"Every way under the sun is your favorite," he grunted. "You simply like to fuck. Don't you?"
He held onto her lush, curvy hips and banged her with a fast barrage of strokes. She felt his big balls slap the back of her thighs as she began to rock back and forth in perfect rhythm to his savage strokes.
"Yes! I love to fuck. And you love to fuck me, don't you?"
"God damn right I do! You're a fantastic piece of ass." He paused, laughed, and said, "For your age."
Her tight love tunnel opened like a wet flower, became hot and vibrant under his constant fusillade of fucking stabs. She rocked back and forth, fucking with him, slamming her ass into his groin. Her gorgeous naked body started to glow and tingle. She began to breathe heavily with growing passion. Her big tits dangled under her chest, swinging back and forth. Her clit fluttered. Her fat pussy lips pulled at his prick.
"You've never had your cock in a better cunt, and you know it, you smug bastard!"
"Young pussy can't hold a candle to you, lady!" he panted.
A delightful rush of erotic pleasure roared through her. "Ooohhh, ooohhh!" she moaned. "I love your big cock, Derek. I do love to fuck, and you're fucking me so well!"
Her stretched pussy walls began to suck hungrily at his plunging prong. She began to rock faster, conscious only of the unbelievably overwhelming ecstasy surging through her body like a tidal wave.
"That's the way, lady, that's the way," he cried as she began to respond to his fucking with a wild wantonness. "Fuck with me, you elegant bitch, fuck with me! God, you are a fabulous fuck!"
Lost in a torrent of unbridled passion, Rebecca bucked and rocked and twisted as if possessed, as if his prick was a high-voltage wire stuck up her cunt.
Derek dug his powerful fingers into the tender flesh of her hips and slammed his long, hard cock into her animated cunt like a madman. They moved in unison, grunting, moaning, each trying to outdo the other. He fucked as never before, sliding his hot, swollen rod in and out like a mighty piston, plunging deeper and deeper. He felt his lust-charged balls begin to churn. His cock began to throb harder, ready to explode into her with the force of a cannon at any moment.
"How do you like it, lady?" he cried in triumph, feeling the wildly excited female thrash under his battering thrusts. "Is this the way you want me to fuck you and your horny girlfriends?"
"Mmmmmmm.. .ooooooohhh!" she moaned incoherently.
Every inch of her naked flesh tingled with wild, lascivious delight. Her strong cunt muscles grasped and squeezed his shuddering prick, milking the shaft, coaxing his sweet juice out as she felt her orgasm gathering strength deep in her gut.
"Here it comes, baby," he growled suddenly. He hammered his cock into her to the hilt, clung to her hips and began to wiggle up and down, and his hot sperm began to deluge her depths. "Get it with me, baby! Cum, you elegant bitch! Cum with me!"
His obscene plea shoved her over the edge. Lances of exquisite joy shot through her body, made her weak, made her gasp with wonder. She scrubbed her ass against him as the galvanic blasts tore at her insides. She felt his seed spurting into her, filling every crevice and fold of her deep hole, and her orgasm magnified.
"Aaahhh!" she screamed with pleasure as blinding flashes of light exploded behind her eyes.
Pleasure, pure sexual pleasure, swept over her naked body. Her swollen tits tingled. Her flesh came alive, crawled with little fingers of electrical ecstasy. Her belly churned and quivered. She tightened her cunt to keep his cock from slipping out and cutting off her rapturous joy.
He emptied himself in her, one explosive blast of sticky cum followed quickly by another, until the oily juice began to ooze out around his cock and dribble down the inside of her thighs. Abruptly, he sat down behind her with a dull thud and stared at her wiggling ass.
"Nooo!" she protested when she felt his limp organ slip out of her snatch. "Oh, God, nooo!"
But he had nothing left for her. He was completely empty, drained of the glorious juice that made her almost crazy with pleasure. She whirled around and stabbed him with an accusing glare.
"You're too much for me, lady," he groaned. "Sorry."
She shoved him onto his back on the furry rug and climbed over him.
"Hey, I told you I'm done," he protested weakly.
Rebecca seemed not to hear him. She ground her seeping cunt against his limp prick, smearing juice all over his worn-out dick as she tried to rub her stinging clitoris against him.
"Damned if you are!" she hissed.
She leaped forward, mashed her cunt to his mouth, and began to wiggle furiously. He began to lick her clit.
CHAPTER TEN
Rebecca looked at her watch for the tenth time in the last five minutes and cursed under her breath. Eight o'clock.
"Damn it, two days is long enough to go without a cock," she said out loud. "And it's been longer than that since I had his cock. He promised to come home early tonight and take me to dinner."
She picked up the phone and dialed his number. She hoped his secretary didn't answer. He said he always worked alone when he stayed late. She had finally begun to suspect his habit of working after hours wasn't all business. If Coco answered, her suspicion would be confirmed.
Clay picked up on the sixth ring. "Yes," he said.
Rebecca thought he sounded distracted. Maybe Coco had her mouth full and couldn't answer the phone. "Hello, darling," she said sweetly. "Are you going to come home soon? I took a nice long bubble bath and dabbed your favorite perfume in all the right places."
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. "I promised to take you to dinner, didn't I? Damn, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I can't get away for another couple of hours or so. Will you give me a rain check?"
"Only on dinner. I don't mind a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk for dinner. I do mind not getting what comes after. What's so important that you can't come home now?"
"I'm working up a proposal for a prospective new client in Phoenix. I have to fax him an outline tonight. I'm sorry, honey, but this is a big one. It can put us over the hump if we get it. Listen, maybe you should just go to bed and we'll try another time."
"Not on your life! I'll lie down on the couch. If I go to sleep, wake me when you come in. You have more than one kind of hump to worry about."
"Okay," he replied instantly. "See you later. I love you."
Well, at least he didn't groan with despair. "I love you, too, Clay. That's why I miss you so much. You promise to wake me?"
"I promise, dear."
Rebecca threw together a meal of grilled minute steak, salad, a hunk of French bread and a glass of wine. She sat on the couch, watching a couple of inane sitcoms on the tube while she ate. She turned off the TV and took her dishes to the kitchen. She put her dishes in the dish washer and puttered around a few minutes, then went back to the living room. She turned the lamp at the end of the couch down low, turned on the stereo and lay down to wait.
* * *
She felt lips against hers and opened her eyes. "Hello, darling," she muttered. "Guess I went to sleep." She rolled onto her back and her thin negligee fell open.
Clay sat on the edge of the couch and let his eyes roam up and down her voluptuous body. "God, you're gorgeous," he said softly. "Don't go away. I'll take a quick shower and be back in less than five minutes."
"You can't get rid of me so easily," she said with a sexy chuckle.
She stacked a couple of pillows against the arm of the couch and leaned back. She thought about his tongue on her clit and his strong, solid cock in her pussy, and her longing began to build.
She took off her negligee, draped it over the back of the couch, and lay back down. Unprompted, her right hand slid between her thighs. Her legs opened and her finger slipped between her cunt lips and began to drift up and down her slit. Her finger grazed her clit and her hips bucked. Ohhh, it felt good! Clay's voice startled her, snapped her out of her reverie.
"Are you going to jack off?" he asked. He took off his robe and sat on the end of the couch.
"Not now." She opened her eyes, looked at his cock, and gave him a sexy smile. "I wear out my finger when I'm home alone and think about your lovely cock."
"You've never let me watch you jack off."
"I didn't know you wanted to watch me."
"If I asked nicely, would you?"
She smiled dreamily. "Of course, darling. I'll do anything you want as long it doesn't degrade me or hurt me. I need you first, though. We have all night. Tomorrow is Friday. Maybe I can even induce you to take a long weekend and we can spend all day in bed." She continued to run her finger up and down her slit. "Or, on the living room floor, the dining room table, wherever the mood strikes us."
He frowned and shook his head. "Can't, darling. Have to catch a plane to Phoenix at the crack of dawn. The prospect liked my outline and wants me to pitch the whole program to his board. Sorry about that, but you know how it goes."
"When will you be back."
"Sometime Sunday."
"Then we'd better make the most of tonight." She took her hand from between her shapely thighs and licked her finger without thinking of the message she was giving him.
He didn't miss the message. "You sure know how to turn a guy on. Looking at your pretty pussy and watching you lick your finger drives me crazy!"
She squirmed and giggled. "This clipped velvet couch feels so sensuous, darling. I'll probably wiggle all over it while we make love."
He caressed her mound, fascinated by her enticing cunt. The lips were puffy and full, gorged with hot blood. They were open just enough for him to see a little of the pinkness inside.
"You wiggle all over the place wherever you are," he laughed.
He leaned over, stuck out his tongue, and drew the pointed tip along the slit from bottom to top, barely penetrating the folds of flesh. She sighed and inched her hips forward, staring down at his face and tongue. Her pussy ached with the need to cum. She didn't have to worry. He knew exactly how to take care of that problem.
Repeatedly, he started at the bottom of her gash, then licked upward in ever deepening strokes, making his tongue broader with each swipe. Soon, his tongue was like a broad paint brush, fully covering her bushy box as it went from the bottom to the top of her slit.
The feel of his tongue and the slurping sounds he made really turned her on. She pushed herself up a little higher so she could watch him eat her pussy. The salacious sight entranced her. As he had his way with her pussy, her hands stayed in constant motion, caressing the top of his head, kneading her tits, pressing in on her stomach, sliding her fingers in by his mouth to spread the lips of her cunt. Her clit ached for more attention, but this way, she would take longer to cum. She liked to draw it out, make it last.
At least she thought it would take her longer to cum the way he was licking her entire pussy. She couldn't have been more incorrect. As his tongue reached the bottom of her gaping gash, he would plunge it deep into her sopping hole and fuck her with it, lick the length of her cunt, slowly and sensuously, and vibrate the tip of his tongue on her distended clit. The second time his tongue plunged into her honey hole, her cunt spasmed hard and her orgasm started. By the time he got back to her clit, her breathing became shallow and rapid and she had begun to shake all over.
She fell back, cupped her tits in her hands and ran her thumbs over her nipples. "Oh, Clay! Your tongue feels so good, darling," she moaned. "So damn good! Oh, darling, I'm cumming! Lick my clit!"
He held onto her bucking hips and licked her through her orgasm. As usual, she turned on immediately. Once she got into a pattern of one orgasm after another, she would fuck him like a wild cat.
She started coming down from her orgasm and he pushed her legs up, exposing her ass. His tongue snaked between her ass cheeks and tickled her tight little rear opening. She realized he hadn't fucked her in the ass in ages. Maybe he would tonight. She loved his big cock up her ass, stretching the tiny mouth, loved to feel his hot cum squirting into her guts.
He fucked her cunt with his tongue, then licked her asshole again. Back and forth his tongue went, from one hole to the other, until she began to squirm all over the couch, just as she had said she would.
"God, darling, you're better than usual tonight," she moaned. "I love what you're doing to me!" She bucked and writhed and mauled her tits, pinching and pulling her big nipples as his lively tongue drove her to distraction.
Her breathing and wild gyrations told him she was ready to cum again. He glued his mouth to the top of her slit, sucked her clit real hard, then began to flog the big stud lickety-split with the tip of his tongue.
Rebecca heaved and bucked and squealed. This orgasm was going to be better than the first one. His tongue was taking her to heaven without any detours along the way. She soared higher and higher. Her orgasm hit the peak. She locked her tanned thighs around his head and screamed louder.
Clay clung to her hips, trying to keep his tongue on her clit. When her frantic movements jerked her snatch away from his mouth, he yanked her back down, burrowed through the lush growth of brown cunt hair and began to lash her joy button again. He could have sworn it doubled in size when she started cumming.
By the time her orgasm began to ebb, she had wiggled up so far she was nearly sitting on the arm of the couch. He pulled her back down, pushed her legs up and wide apart, and rammed his rampant rod into her.
"Ooohhh, yes, darling, yes!" she wailed. "I'm still cumming! Shove your cock in me and fuck me good!"
He held her calves under his arms for leverage and thrust his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her spastic love tunnel.
Rebecca's cunt clutched and rippled around his thrusting lance. The excitement of making her cum so hard earlier, and the tension of waiting for his own pleasure, began to tell on Clay the moment he buried his cock in his wife's greedy twat. Her jerking and twisting and erotic muttering made his situation more critical.
"Oh, God, darling, I love it! Fuck me, darling! I love your cock, darling! Love to fuck! Oh, God, darling, I'm cumming again! So hard! Fuck me, darling, fuck meeeeeer
He did. As hard as he could. He grit his teeth and fought to hold back his own cum until she reached her peak. He lost his control on a forward thrust. He slammed into her as his cock quivered and his cum began to gush into her. He hung there, grunting, squirting, groaning, unable to move.
She came to his rescue. With her legs still locked under his arms, she began to swing and thrust her ass vigorously, riding his rigid rod, fucking him. She took his cock deep into her pussy and flexed her inner muscles to suck every drop of cum from him.
"Oh, darling, I feel your cum pouring into me. Shoot it in me, darling. Give me all of it! Fill my cunt full!"
He couldn't have stopped it if his life depended on it. He watched her ass twist and bounce as her cunt muscles milked his cock dry. When she finally stopped, he kept her legs under his arms and let his cock soak in her pussy, savoring the warm wetness.
"You're really wild tonight, darling," he panted. "God, I love to fuck you!"
"No more than I like for you to fuck me, darling. And the way you ate my pussy was out of this world."
"Glad you liked it."
"liked it! I loved it! You don't often do it that way." She didn't mean to remind him he didn't fuck her as often as he wanted. It slipped out before she could stop it.
He let her barb slide. Now wasn't the time to get into a squabble with his wife. He hadn't fucked Coco in nearly a week, and he badly needed relief. "Watching you play with your pussy really turned me on."
He crawled up beside her, took her in his arms and snuggled down. After a few minutes, she unwrapped herself and rolled off the couch.
"Better go freshen up, darling. Don't want to stain the couch. Be right back." She blew him a kiss and ambled to the bathroom door, her hips grinding, her bare ass swinging with an erotic abandon.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Rebecca returned to the living room, she knelt on the couch by Clay and lifted his limp tube of cock flesh. "Lean back and enjoy, darling. I want to play with your beautiful cock for a while."
"You might have to work pretty hard and still come up disappointed if you expect to get much out of it," he said. "Fucking you took a lot out of me."
"Unless you fucked someone else before you got home, I'll get plenty out of it," she said with a soft chuckle.
She peeled his foreskin back and stuck out her tongue. Slowly, with great relish, she began to twirl her tongue around the head and tickle the sensitive crown. She polished his knob, leaving it shiny with saliva, then began to kiss and lick the thick shaft. Up and down her lips and tongue went, from the top to the bottom and back up again, cleaning all of his rod.
He watched her raptly, more interested in the delightful sensations than the fact that she was licking her own sticky pussy juice from his cock.
He moaned deep in his chest and his cock began to stiffen. She wrapped one hand around the shaft and began to stroke as she let his cockhead slip between her lips. He hunched at her mouth, trying to shove more of his dong down her throat. She let him shove the tip into her throat, then pushed him down and slowly lifted her head. When the knob came out of her mouth, she licked it and looked up at him. Her lips glistened with saliva, making them look so much sexier.
"I'll deep-throat you a little, darling, but I want the head in my mouth when you cum so I can taste your sweet juice. When you cum with your cock down my throat, I don't taste anything."
"You are amazing," he muttered.
"Just a horny woman who wants to please her man," she replied with a big grin. "If you want to please me, you'll tell me how I'm doing and give me a big load of your cum to eat."
She licked his cockhead again, then took it back into her mouth and began to suck with gusto. The taste of her own pussy goaded her carnal appetite. She wondered if he noticed she didn't ask him to wash the residue of her pussy off his cock before she sucked it. Did he have any inkling that she liked pussy as much as he did? Would she ever find the appropriate time to tell him?
"You're a superb cocksucker, darling," he muttered. "You always make my cock feel so good."
She shivered with pleasure and pride. She continued to suck and stroke his cock as she reached between her legs and wet her middle finger in her pussy. She slid her finger between the cheeks of his ass, pushed it into his asshole and wiggled the tip.
His body arched up like a high voltage wire had touched his ass. His cock quivered and vibrated. "Aaahhh, God!" he groaned.
Clay began to writhe and twist frantically, and Rebecca knew she had him totally in her control. She established a rhythm between her mouth and tongue on the head of his prick, her hand on the shaft, and her finger in his asshole. Her long brown tresses swiped across his lower belly and her stiff nipples danced on the inside of his thighs.
"Your hair tickles so nicely, and I love the feel of your tits against my legs," he muttered huskily.
The nerve-tingling sensations from her hands, mouth, hair and tits were nearly more than he could endure. He didn't really want her to suck him off. He came home with the idea of fucking his horny wife in the ass and pumping her guts full of cum. On their honeymoon, she had presented her pretty rump and gave him the honor of deflowering her asshole, then invited him to open her back door as often as he wished. Well, maybe he still could get his cock in her ass. He could snatch forty winks on the two-hour flight to Phoenix.
She started humming and he surrendered to her. The automatic switch on his cum pump kicked in, his cockshaft swelled to its maximum size, and he started spraying the inside of her mouth with his searing fuck cream.
Gobbling and gurgling and grunting, the euphoric brunette ate his cum and demanded more. And her finger working in his ass made him give her more. Whether by accident or design, he didn't know, but her fingertip found his prostate and began to massage it. His heels drummed on the couch like a man in the throes of extreme sensation. He couldn't hold back, much less stop the flow of his cum. For the first time in his life, he nearly passed out while cumming.
Clay's cock began to deflate promptly, thoroughly used up. But still Rebecca didn't stop. She continued to suck his limp shaft as if she thought she might get one last drop of savory seed from him. The head of his cock was utterly numb when she finally spit out his flaccid cock and pulled her finger out of his ass. She raised up on her knees and grinned.
"My, that was quite a load of cum," she teased, holding his cock up between her forefinger and thumb. "I think this poor thing has had it for a while."
"What the hell did you expect?" he gasped. He took a deep breath. "You've never stuck your finger in my ass before."
"Well, you stuck your finger in mine, so I thought I would give you a taste of your own medicine. It worked, didn't it?"
"You can say that again!" he exclaimed. "What other little secrets do you have tucked away in your lecherous mind?"
"Oh, lots of things," she replied brightly. "The longer you stick around, the more you will learn about your wife, darling."
"Tell me some of your fantasies. Maybe my cock will get hard again listening to them."
Rebecca playfully flicked his limp cock with her finger. "It isn't going to get hard for quite a while. I love you, darling, but I can't just sit down and tell you my fantasies. In the proper situation, I can show you, or express them. Some of them, at least." She straddled his body and began to scoot toward his head. "If you want to do something while we wait for your cock to get hard again, you can lick my pussy.
"Do you ever get tired of cumming?" he asked in amazement.
"Haven't yet. I have no idea how many times I can cum. Until you taught me what sex is all about on our honeymoon, I didn't even know I could have multiple orgasms. I was strictly a one-shot-and-good-night girl." She stopped with her crotch over his mouth. Using all ten fingers to part her cunt lips, she lowered her ass and covered his face with her furry box. "Suck my cunt and lick my clit, darling," she murmured. "See if you can find out how many times I can cum."
What choice did he have with his face buried in her wet, randy cunt? She flipped her hips back and forth, squirming the slick maw of her twat on his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and let it slither up and down her soggy pink slit as she wiggled her hips.
He cupped the cheeks of her ass in his hands and slowed her down. She leaned forward, braced herself with her hands on the arm of the couch, and eagerly fed her cunt to her husband. She looked down through the deep cleavage of her dangling tit mounds at his head captured between her thighs.
"What a lascivious sight," she murmured.
He licked the puffy lips of her cunt. She sighed softly and hunched at him. His long tongue plunged into the warmth of her swollen slit and his mouth sank into the oily folds of her hairy grotto.
"Ooohhh," she moaned. Her head jerked up sharply and a tremor passed through her body.
He kept his head still and let her set the rhythm. His tongue and lips made obscene noises as she wiggled and twisted and smeared the juice-drenched membranes of her luscious pussy all over his mouth. His hands roamed freely over her hot, trembling flesh. His fingers played hungrily over her tanned thighs and shapely ass cheeks, over her curvaceous hips, past the narrow gracefulness of her waist, and onto the full splendor of her stately tit mounds.
Rebecca leaned on the arm of the couch and jerked her hips back and forth on Clay's face, soaring higher and higher from the pleasure of his tongue in her steamy cunt. She was so glad her husband had taught her that her fun didn't end with one orgasm, that she no longer had to hold off her orgasm as long as possible. She had heard other women talking about being multiorgasmic, but she thought they were just blowing smoke. She had certainly never been so turned on that she had cum more than once. Until she met Clay. Right from the start, he turned her every which way but loose and she learned the truth about herself. Over and over and over!
Clay worked skillfully at her tits, clutching, kneading, stimulating her fiercely. He pulled gently on her nipples, shook them, then released them suddenly and made her sumptuous mounds of tit flesh bounce and jiggle wildly.
"Oh, my God!" Rebecca yowled, nearly berserk with rapture. Snapping her crotch back and forth and twisting her hips in circles, she smeared her pussy all over his face. She tossed her head wildly from side to side in a frenzy of passion, causing her hair to swirl and tangle.
He centered his tongue on the hard nub of her clit and began to flick and lick relentlessly, driving Rebecca's passions to ever greater heights. Between licks, he took the entire luscious fullness of her furry pussy into his mouth and sucked, drinking her copious pussy juices.
"Oh, yes, darling! Oh, yes!" she panted, twisting her groin, rubbing her sopping gash over his mouth and face. "Suck my cunt! Eat it up!"
Her desire to cum began to build to a crescendo, rumbling inside her like a formidable thunderstorm over the mountains, magnifying swiftly, threatening to engulf her. Seething and boiling through her entire body, it drove her up and up until she thought it would tear her apart. Carnal fire consumed her mind. Her body throbbed and tingled. She began to twirl her lovely ass faster and faster, around and around in a circular motion, back and forth in a straight line, nearly out of control, leaving it up to him to keep his tongue on her burning clit as his lapper slid around the wet grooves of her pussy.
Totally absorbed in taking her pleasure from his tongue, she drove herself onto his mouth with demoniac passions as she soared toward her orgasm. Her breath came in hard gasps, throwing her beautiful tits up and down with each labored heave of her chest.
"Oh, oh, oh! God, I love your tongue, darling! I'm going to cum so hard! Oh, darling, I love to cum!"
Knowing her orgasm was near, he hung onto her shapely hips, trying to control her enough to keep his tongue on her swollen love button. He began to work his tongue faster and faster. She began to twist and jerk her hips faster and faster.
"Aaaaaaaaahhh!" she screamed as the force of her orgasm ripped through her, wracking her senses.
His tongue continued to flog her clit relentlessly, coaxing every ounce of fulfilling, sensuous bliss from the heaving body on his face. After one last frantic burst of passion, her hips stopped thrashing and her ass settled onto his face, nearly smothering him. He held his breath and sucked the last of her savory nectar from her overheated cunt.
The bawdy brunette fell to the side, uncovering his face, allowing him to breathe. His chest heaved as he sucked in huge gulps of air.
"Whew," he gasped. "You're something else. I don't think I've ever seen you cum so hard."
"My mind went wild the instant your tongue touched my pussy."
"So did your ass!" he laughed. "What were you thinking about?"
"Sometimes, I wish I had three cocks going at me and a tongue on my clit, all at the same."
"And just how would you do that?"
"Well, I know how I would take three cocks at once. A cock in my mouth wouldn't create a problem. But, with a cock in my ass and one in my cunt, how could someone get a tongue on my clit?"
"Beats me," he said.
She took his face in her hands and began to lick his face and mouth. Their lips met, parted, and their tongue entwined lasciviously. She moaned throatily as she sucked the residue of her orgasmic fluid from his tongue.
Then she stretched out by him and wrapped her arms and legs around him. "After we rest a while and give your cock time to recharge, would you like to fuck me in the ass?"
"I think it will be a short rest!" he said. "I'll catch a few winks on the plane tomorrow. What will you do while I'm gone?"
"Oh, I thought I would ask Lila and Gretchen if they want to go up and see our new cabin."
"Good. They'll keep you of trouble."
Oh, darling, if you only knew!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rebecca pulled up in front of her cabin and said, "There it is, girls. It isn't very big, but it's very cozy."
Gretchen jumped out of the Bronco and turned around and around, drinking in the silence, the immaculate beauty of the forest and small glade filled with wild flowers. "Oh, I love it!" she exclaimed. She took a deep breath and expeled it slowly. "Just smell the pristine air."
Rebecca and Lila got out and stood by Gretchen.
"Idyllic," Lila said. "You might have to hog-tie me to get me back to the city." She looked at Gretchen and grinned. "Don't get carried away, girl. Your system isn't used to clear air. It might make you sick."
"Oh, it's wonderful," Gretchen said. She stripped her tank top over her head, threw her hands over her head and took another deep breath. "I want to tear off my clothes and run through the trees like a wood nymph."
"Typical German," Rebecca said.
Lila chuckled. "Yeah, and she's always looking for an excuse to tear off her clothes and run around naked."
"Hell, I don't need an excuse!" Rebecca replied. "Come on, let's go inside. The place is filled with antiques. Including a huge four-poster bed. And there's a spa and hot tub on the back deck."
"Perfect place to get back to nature and fuck our heads off," Lila said. She held out her hand to Gretchen. "Come on, girl. You can wait a while before you run naked through the wild flowers."
Gretchen stopped just inside the door, peeled her tight shorts down and kicked off her sandals. "Now I'm ready to enjoy a weekend in the woods," she giggled. "I brought a bagful of toys, just in case the mood strikes us."
"Are you ever out of the mood?" Rebecca asked.
Lila eyed the large sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace and said, "I know how she feels. Can't you see us lying on that rug in front of a roaring fire?"
"Mmmmmm, naked, with a bottle of wine," Rebecca said, remembering her evening with Derek. "Let's try out the spa. I called the young man at the real estate office yesterday and asked him to turn on the water heater."
They left their bags and clothes in the great room and went out to deck. Rebecca leered at Lila and Gretchen. She hadn't had a woman in weeks. As much as she liked cock, the expectation of getting her tongue in a pussy always excited her. They stepped down into the spa and sat down.
"Ooohhh," Gretchen sighed. "This feels so good."
"If you think that feels good, sit in front of one of the jets and open your legs," Lila said.
Rebecca and Gretchen sat in front of a strong jet and spread their legs.
"Oh, wow!" Rebecca said softly. "I think this thing will get me off."
"It will," Lila replied. "I've got one of those pulsing shower heads. I use it to get myself off, but this is even better."
"Why don't you listen to the voice of experience?" Gretchen quipped. "How do you know about the jets in a spa?"
"I date a professional athlete occasionally. He's got one in his condo."
"I've got a bottle of white wine in the fridge," Rebecca said. "Be right back." She returned in a couple of minutes with the wine and three glasses. "Now we can sit here and drink wine while we cum."
"Can't get any more decadent than that!" Gretchen said.
They leaned back and sipped their wine in silence. Rebecca's eyes flitted from one woman to the other so she wouldn't miss the moment they came. She felt so relaxed, so peaceful, the way she did when Derek jacked her off. Thinking of the lusty young man with his big, gratifying cock gave her a rush. Her climax started, a gentle tingling that built slowly. She moaned softly and pushed her crotch closer to the powerful jet of water.
"Rebecca is cumming," Lila said.
"So am I," Gretchen murmured. "Have been for the last couple of minutes."
"Well, I might as well join the crowd," Lila whispered. "Mmmmmm, here I go."
Rebecca lifted her head and smiled. "Isn't this great? So peaceful, yet so satisfying."
"A lot better than jacking off," Gretchen agreed.
"Derek held me in his arms the other night and jacked me off just this way," Rebecca muttered softly, as if talking to herself. "Having someone else get me off without having to worry about his pleasure felt so damned good."
"Who's Derek?" Lila asked languidly.
"The young real estate broker who sold me the cabin. He's got a magnificent cock and he eats pussy almost as well as you do. He-likes older women."
"Leave it to Ms Hot Pants to find out," Gretchen said.
"All right then, Ms. Hot Pussy. Do we get to meet your young stud?"
"You don't want to m-e-e-t him, darling," Lila said with a laugh. "You want him to m-e-a-t you!"
"We'll play with each other a while, then I'll invite Derek over for a little party," Rebecca said. "Are you two still cumming?"
"Yeah," Lila and Gretchen answered in unison.
"Let's try out my big bed while our clits are still tingling."
They hurriedly wiped most of the water off of their bodies and rushed to the bedroom, big tits jiggling and shapely asses swaying. The lascivious sight would have made a eunuch's cock stand up and salute.
Gretchen held out her arms to Rebecca. They kissed impetuously, their lips squirming together, their tongues flashing in and out of each other's mouth.
Lila rubbed her pussy as she watched the two women embrace and kiss. They excited her more than the thought of Derek's cock. She took her hand out of her crotch and went to them.
Rebecca extended her arm to include Lila. They hugged as a group, kissed each other, giggling like three schoolgirls. Rebecca nuzzled one of Gretchen's cherry-red tit tips into her mouth and began to suck hungrily. Lila took the other nipple into her mouth and sucked just as hungrily.
Rebecca lifted her head and said, "If Derek could see us now, he'd go wild. I told him a little about you two, and he can hardly wait to meet you. I'm not sure, but I don't think he's ever watched women suck pussy."
Lila dropped to her knees and began to caress Gretchen's smooth, shapely legs. She let the tips of her fingers skim the blonde's warm skin, bringing a shiver of excitement to both of them. She loved to touch another woman with sex on her mind. She took one of Gretchen's trim ankles in her hand and nudged it to the side, opening Gretchen's crotch. She stared into the blonde's hairy grotto in fascination. The subtle aroma of aroused pussy wafted into her nostrils and she inhaled deeply.
Gretchen looked down at Lila and smiled as she slid her foot a little further to the side, opening her crotch fully. "You like my fat cunt, don't you, darling," she said softly. "The big lips don't turn you off, do they?"
"I love your cunt, darling!" Lila said, her voice husky with emotion.
Lila began to lick her way up the inside of the blonde's outspread legs, starting at the ankles. Flattening her tongue into a broad brush, she stroked upward and around the subtle curve of the tawny calf, then gradually headed north.
Rebecca began to swirl her hot tongue around the sultry flesh of the blonde's bountiful tit, then began to suck her rubber-hard nipple. She ran her hand over the other tit and teased that nipple into erectness. She hefted the heavy globe in her hand, as though weighing it.
"Ahhhhhh!" Gretchen sighed as Lila began to tease the back of her knee with tiny nips and quick licks. "That feels so good, darling! You know just how to get me aroused, don't you?"
Lila paused and looked up, over the expanse of Gretchen's flat belly, and between her large tits. "Yeah, just look at you," she quipped. "You stay horny." She gave the blonde a sexy smile and returned to her pleasant task.
"I can't help it, darling," Gretchen giggled. "I was born that way. But I sure do have fun!"
She tangled her fingers in Rebecca's hair and lifted her head. Their heated lips met and the tender flesh of their mouths melded in a tongue-searching soul kiss. Gretchen drove her fevered tongue deep into Rebecca's mouth. Rebecca responded with fervor. When she made it with women, she always had more fun with two or three than with one.
Gretchen cupped one of Rebecca's tits in her hand and palmed the nipple. She worked her hand back and forth rapidly, then guided the tit to her own big mammary mound and rubbed their stiff nipples together.
Lila's hot mouth completed its journey up Gretchen's pale thigh and was poised just inches from the blonde's pussy. Her tongue flicked out and hungrily ran along Gretchen's slit. She put both hands in Gretchen's open crotch and pulled the lips of her cunt apart. She repeated the licking maneuver, only this time her tongue went deep into the gash to get a better taste of the blonde's succulent flesh. She slid her arms between Gretchen's legs, cupped her shapely ass cheeks, and buried her mouth in the blonde's twat.
Gretchen put her arms around Rebecca and pulled the brunette closer as hot thrills raced through her. Their tits met and crushed together. Lila's cunning tongue on her hypersensitive love nubbin, the sensuous contact of Rebecca's body, and the heat from their kiss combined to nearly drive her wild. Going tit to tit with another woman always excited her.
Rebecca broke the kiss and stepped back. She looked down at Lila and caressed the top of her head tenderly. The faint slurping sounds of Lila's tongue going at Gretchen's clit pushed her own emotions higher.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Come on, Lila," Rebecca said huskily. "Let's get her on the bed where we can really love her up. She needs it so bad."
"God!" Gretchen hissed. "I haven't had a better proposition this week!"
Lila and Rebecca led Gretchen to the bed, stroking the blonde's sexy body like a favorite pet. As she caressed one of Gretchen's big tits, Lila licked her lips and tasted the blonde's sex elixir again, and her passion soared even higher.
"Show me your fat pussy," Rebecca said. "I haven't even seen a pussy in weeks, let alone sucked one."
Gretchen sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. Her pussy mound was unexpectedly fleshy, split by a long crack, and her cunt lips protruded well past the great mound.
"Do you think Derek will be turned off when he sees my pussy? It astounds a lot of men," Gretchen said softly, staring down at her mound. "They say it's too big."
"So what do men know?" Lila exclaimed. "You have one of the prettiest cunts I've ever sucked, and I've sucked a lot of cunts, darling!"
"Oh, yes," Rebecca said, her voice laden with emotion.
Gretchen closed her legs, as if ashamed of her cunt. "Really? You aren't just saying that to be nice?"
"No way!" Rebecca replied, getting on her knees between Gretchen's legs. She pulled the blonde's knees apart and leaned in closer. "Derek will love your cunt, darling. It's so damned suckable!"
Gretchen spread her legs slowly, giving Rebecca a better view. As she spread her legs, the heavy lips of her cunt opened enough for Rebecca to see her clitoris. In comparison to her own, which she knew wasn't small, Gretchen's clit was a monster. Already engorged with blood, it peeked out from a big hood, looking very much like a small penis.
With shivering hands, Rebecca grasped the inner lips and peeled them apart. The enormous petals came apart slowly, stretching like elastic. Gretchen had to have the fleshiest cunt in creation!
Rebecca stared into the depths of the blonde's cunt. The juicy area faded from red to a dull pink. She licked her lips as her head drifted forward.
Lila continued to caress and stroke
Gretchen's tits as she watched Rebecca begin lick Gretchen's pussy with her long tongue.
"Come up here, darling," Gretchen whispered, holding out her arms to Lila. "Let me taste your pussy."
Lila stood on the bed, straddled the blonde's head and clamped her pussy over Gretchen's mouth. She put her hands behind Gretchen's head and pulled it into her crotch with a deep, passionate sigh. Gretchen put her arms around Lila's hips and cupped the heavy cheeks of her ass.
As she began eating Gretchen's pussy, Rebecca reached up to fondle and knead the blonde's big, jutting tits. She squeezed the nipples between her fingers and pulled them into rigid erections while her tongue slurped hotly in Gretchen's luscious fat cunt. She made her tongue flat and fleshy and began to flog the blonde's palpitating clit with wet, slick slaps.
Lila received the same treatment from Gretchen's mouth and tongue. Every lick Rebecca gave Gretchen, the blonde matched, as if Rebecca's tongue action traveled all the way through Gretchen's body and into Lila's twat.
Lila caressed the top of Gretchen's head and said, "Rebecca is getting left out, darling. Let's do a chain and cum together."
The next moment, they were sprawled on the big bed in a circle, going at each other's cunts greedily.
After cumming so much her legs were weak, Rebecca rolled away. "Should I call Derek? Or would you rather keep the party private?"
"Call him!" Lila exclaimed. "I haven't taken a ride on a cock in ages."
"Let's go into the great room. You know my policy about not fucking other men in the bed I share with Clay."
"I'll build a fire," Gretchen said. "Nothing like fucking on a big furry rug in front of a crackling fire."
"Kind of warm for a fire, isn't it?" Lila asked.
"So? Open the windows and doors," Gretchen said. "I want to fuck in front of a fire."
Rebecca looked at her watch. "He should be in his office. Gretchen, will you get your strap-on dildo while I call him?" She dialed Derek's office number and said, "Derek? This is Rebecca Johnston. Can you get away for a couple of hours? I have a little surprise for you. You will? Good. Oh, and Derek, undress on the front porch and come in naked, dear. If you come in with so much as a sock on, you can't stay. No, I won't tell you what your surprise is, but I can guarantee you'll like it. Don't bother to knock. Just come right on in." She hung up the phone and said, "He'll be here in five minutes. Normally takes at least ten minutes to drive up. He must be eager."
"Why did you want my strap-on dildo?"
Gretchen asked as she handed the apparatus to Rebecca.
"Part of Derek's surprise," Rebecca replied. "Oh, I like this one better than your old one." She slipped the small tool on the inside of the harness into her pussy and fastened the straps around her waist. "Never did like the ones with a cock on just one side. I always had to hold onto the damn thing, and I like to fuck like a man." She wiggled the harness and settled it into place. "Mmmmmm, not to mention that I can fuck myself while I fuck one of you."
"Which one of us are you going to fuck?" Gretchen asked.
"Why are you going to fuck either one of us?" Lila asked. "I thought that's why you invited Derek."
"Oh, he's going to fuck all of us," Rebecca assured them. "But he is only one man, darlings. He can't fuck all of us at the same time."
Derek's truck roared up outside and Rebecca turned to face the door. They heard the truck door slam, Derek's boots thudding on the front porch, then the door burst open and he rushed into the room, stark naked. He skidded to a stop and stared at Rebecca.
"Hey, you look pretty slick with a dick, lady!" He looked at Lila and Gretchen and whistled softly. "Take my hand, I'm a stranger in paradise."
"You must have undressed on the way up here, you silver-tongued devil!" Rebecca laughed. "Derek, meet Gretchen and Lila."
Derek put one hand on his stomach, one hand behind him and bowed. "Ladies. The pleasure is all mine."
"Not if we have anything to do with it!" Lila quipped as she crossed the floor. She grabbed his cock and shook it instead of shaking his hand. "I'm Lila."
"I know," Derek said. "Rebecca told me you were lovely. She didn't tell me you were so tall."
Lila frowned. "My size doesn't frighten you, does it?"
"Lady, I would climb the highest mountain for a few minutes with you," he said gallantly. He turned sideways and shuffled across the floor to Gretchen. "Hello, beautiful lady. Looks like Lila has a grip on my cock. Would you like to shake my hand?"
"No," Gretchen said softly. She kissed him full on the mouth. "She's just pulling it up so we can use it."
"Speaking of which," Derek said eagerly, "is there some ritual I have to perform to get started? I've never been with three women at once."
"Lie down on the rug in front of the fireplace," Rebecca said. "On your back. Lila will ride your cock and Gretchen will get on her hands and knees over your head. You can watch me fuck her, and they can hug and kiss and play with each other's tits."
"I want his cum in me," Lila said adamantly.
"Then you shall have it, darling," Rebecca said. "We'll suck each other and him while he recovers, then he can fuck Gretchen. We'll see how it goes from there. That sound okay to you, Derek?"
"Whatever you want to do is fine with me, lady. After you finish ravishing me, just hang me in a corner and throw me a piece of raw meat for breakfast."
"We've got all the raw meat you can eat," Lila quipped as she crawled over him and sat on his cock.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The following Wednesday, Rebecca decided to visit Clay for lunch. She had no intention of eating food, of course. If she couldn't bring him to the pussy, she would bring the pussy to him. She would give him a choice of taking her to a motel, or taking her right there on his desk! She had no way of knowing Clay routinely used his desk for that very purpose.
As luck would have it, a light rain started to fall in mid-morning. Undeterred, she simply turned a problem into an opportunity. She put on a red garter belt, red hose and red, high-heeled sandals with straps that wrapped around the ankles. Whore's garb and fuck-me shoes, as she and Clay jokingly called them. On the couple of occasions she dressed that way for Clay, he got really turned on. She put on her rain coat to hide her near-nudity and set off.
Clay's secretary wasn't at her desk when Rebecca arrived at his office, so she opened the door and walked right in. She saw immediately why Coco wasn't at her desk. She was on
Clay's desk. All six feet of her voluptuous, chocolate-colored body. Stretched out coast to coast. Wearing only a snow-white bustier. And she wasn't alone!
Clay sat in his chair behind the desk. Naked. Coco leaned back with her head on his shoulder, with the top of her bustier pulled down to expose her tits. She held his prick in one hand, pulling on it like a strand of warm taffy as he played with her huge brown tit mounds.
Jerry, one of Clay's partners, sat in a chair on the opposite side of the desk, also nude, with his head between Coco's sturdy thighs. She had her feet on the edge of the desk, her knees splayed, her pussy readily accessible for easy lapping.
The shocking scene froze Rebecca in her tracks. Only a few seconds had passed since she opened the door, but it seemed like an eternity. The participants of the erotic tableau clearly had no idea they had an uninvited guest. The situation presented Rebecca with a dilemma. On the one hand, she enjoyed watching people fuck. On the other hand, one of the fuckers was her husband! She couldn't decide what to do, so she did nothing.
Coco began to moan softly and pull on Clay's prick with strong tugs. The head stood out prominently as she squeezed the shaft in her strong hand. The slurp of Jerry's tongue licking the secretary's chocolate pussy assailed Rebecca's ears and made her own pussy tingle.
Coco turned her head toward Clay, tightened her grip on his dick, and kissed him as her ass began beating a soft, solemn rhythm on the desk top. The muscles in her taut thighs flexed dynamically. Clay kneaded her tits as she climaxed. Jerry's slurping grew louder as he began to lick faster.
Coco rolled her head to the side and moaned, "God, this is so much better than sending out for lunch! Jerry has got such a talented tongue! He's really rocking my little-man-in-the-boat!"
Clay chuckled. "Little, my ass!" he said as he continued to knead her big brown tits and tweak her thick nipples. "The damned thing's as big as the end of my little finger!"
In spite of herself, her husband's raunchy remark intrigued Rebecca. Either Clay was telling a little white lie to make the brown woman feel good, or Coco had a really big clitoris. She was eager to see it so she could judge for herself. Just as she gathered herself and opened her mouth to speak, Jerry stood and aimed the head of his prick at the portals of Coco's juicy slit. She closed her mouth and waited.
Rebecca saw that Jerry had a nice cock-about eight inches long and rather thick. Not longer than Clay's, but thicker. A very nice endowment indeed! She reached inside,her raincoat, touched her pussy, and goose bumps popped out all over her.
Well, I've watched this much. I might as well watch a little more. Clay said Coco is a weight lifter. It shows. Her body sure is well-muscled and firm. God, I bet she can give a man a thrilling ride! Now I know why he never had time to take me to lunch, and why he had to work late every night. Can't say I blame him. Why didn't the bastard tell me he had to fuck her? He could have had two horny women all this time!
She watched Jerry feed his white stalk to Coco's black-haired brownie. If she thought the contrast in coloring between her skin and Lila's was exciting, the much sharper contrast between Jerry's and Coco's was positively exhilarating!
Jerry lifted Coco's legs over his shoulders and tipped her pussy up for perfect penetration. Clay stood, leaned over, and began to lick Coco's massive mounds of mammary flesh and suck her sumptuous black nipples. Coco twisted her head around and took his prick in her mouth.
"God, baby, I love the way you suck cock," Clay moaned.
Rebecca stared at her husband with fire in her eyes. You tell me the same thing, you two-timing bastard! Bet she doesn't suck cock better than I do!
Jerry held onto the secretary's legs and began to prong her with long, powerful strokes. Coco began to hunch her cunt at him as she expressed her pleasure by muttering and snuffling around Clay's prick. After fucking her for several minutes, Jerry pulled his prick out and slapped Coco on the haunch.
"Turn over," Jerry grunted. "I want to fuck you from the rear." He twisted her legs and helped her turn over.
Coco got on her hands and knees and looked at Jerry over her shoulder. Her height, added to the height of the desk, put her ass up too high. She slid her knees across the polished desk top, spreading her legs wider apart and lowering her ass. Her gash reached the level of his cockhead and Jerry impaled her on his cock again.
Coco sighed deeply and lifted herself onto her elbows. Her dangling tits exceeded the distance from her elbows to her shoulders, so her bloated nipples bored into the top of the desk. Clay put his arms around her chest and gathered her tits in his hands. She turned him sideways and gulped his cock into her mouth again.
Jerry clung to her generous hips and effortlessly sank his shaft to the hilt in her accommodating love tunnel. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feel of her tight channel. Then he began to lever his hips back and forth and twist them from side to side, reaming her hot hole with long, cunt-stretching strokes.
Rebecca couldn't help herself. She felt an intense stab of jealousy as she watched Clay and Jerry fuck Coco at both ends. Not because her husband was fucking the girl in the mouth. Because she wasn't the one getting fucked by two cock simultaneously! The night before he took off for Phoenix, she told him she fantasized having three cocks at once. Why didn't he listen? He could get everything at home he could get at the office!
Coco moaned constantly as Jerry plugged her cunt and Clay plunged his cock down her throat.
Jerry watched his prick slide in and out of Coco's slick groove. Mmmmmmm! In spite of her full ass, fucking her from the rear was as easy as pie. She had a low-slung gash, one of those that peeked out from between the cheeks of her ass. A lady definitely built for fucking!
Coco tightened the mouth of her cunt around his prick. The constriction forced the blood toward the head of his dong on the out-stroke, keeping his cock as hard as an iron bar. Everything about her was full and tight and firm, with no bony protrusions to bruise a man.
Suddenly, Coco's body began to writhe and arch and curl as she started cumming. Clay's prick muffled her moans of ecstasy. Clay continued to pull and pinch her thick, dark nipples.
Jerry continued his steady, regular humping, driving her to the crest of her climax.
Rebecca was almost beside herself with a mixture of craving and indignation and jealousy. Instinctively, her body responded to the lascivious scene. Her nipples got hard and pointy, like bullets of tender flesh. Her pussy burned and ached and fairly dripped. She wanted to jump right in the middle of the fray, wanted Clay and Jerry and Coco all fucking her at the same time.
Jerry pulled out of Coco without cumming, his prick still ramrod straight, glistening with the oil from her pussy. "Turn around and suck my cock, baby," he said. "Let Clay have your pussy for a while."
Coco stayed on her hands and knees and turned around to face Jerry. As she turned, Rebecca looked directly into the young woman's gaping, black-haired gash. Coco looked over her shoulder at Clay and wiggled her ass provocatively.
"Stick your fingers up my cunt, Clay! Finger-fuck me and make me cum again before you fuck me. I love to cum!"
"As if I didn't know," Clay quipped.
Jerry pulled her head back around. He held his prick in one hand with the head tilted up, put his other hand behind her head and pulled it down. She shaped her mouth into a large oval and her lush lips engulfed the head of the rigid tool.
Clay didn't have to separate Coco's puffy pussy lips. They were already gaping open, revealing the entrance to her sex sheath. Her large clit stood far out of its hood, fully erect, clearly visible and fully accessible. He inserted two fingers of one hand into the beckoning bawdy beaver, all the way up to his hand, and put his thumb on her joy buzzer.
"Damn, baby, your cunt is steaming!" Clay exclaimed, obviously aroused. "You're a hot little bitch! A regular fucking machine."
"Uh hmmm," she mumbled around Jerry's cock.
Coco wiggled her ass at Clay to encourage him to give her pussy a good fucking with his fingers. She lowered her head and gobbled more of Jerry's prick, going down until her lips touched the edge of his hand.
Jerry grabbed both of her ears and began to fuck her mouth, rising up on his toes each time he shoved his long dong down her throat. Coco easily accepted the full length of his stiff shaft and gurgled with happiness.
Clay began to twist his fingers from side to side and pump them in and out of Coco's cunt. He reached between her shapely thighs with his other hand and began to frig her big clit. The muscles inside her cunt squeezed and relaxed rhythmically around his fingers.
Coco jerked and bucked and moaned loudly and rubbed her lips in the crisp curls around the base of Jerry's cock.
"Whoeeeeee, damn!" Jerry exclaimed. "She's going to suck my cock right out by the roots! Thanks for inviting me to this little game. How long has this been going on anyway?"
Clay chuckled. "Since the day I interviewed her for the job. She told me that old joke about a secretary being something the boss screws on the desk, then all the work gets done. I sent all the other applicants away and spent the next couple of hours getting to know her better. She's a damned good secretary, too!"
Rebecca shot daggers across the room at her husband. You bastard! I never suspected a thing until recently. I thought you were busting your ass to make your new business a success and I felt so guilty about fucking other men. Well, no more! And do I have a surprise in store for you!
"She's getting ready to cum again," Clay said. "Her cunt is pulling my fingers." He pulled his fingers out of her hole and shoved his cock into her with enough force to rock her forward.
"Damn, she nearly swallowed my balls," Jerry said. "Do that again."
Clay thrust into Coco again and she started cumming.
Rebecca nearly screamed out loud. God, I can't stand here and watch this! Coco has two lovely cocks and she's already had several good orgasms. All I've got is a burning ache in my cunt that's about to tear me apart! And now she's cumming again. It just isn't right!
Rebecca stepped further into the room and slammed the door behind her. Jerry and Clay looked at her, startled by her presence. Oblivious to everything but the ecstasy wracking her body, Coco kept right on sucking Jerry's cock and humping back at Clay and cumming.
"What the hell is going on here!" Rebecca growled, screwing up her face in a bogus scowl.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jerry took his cock out of Coco's mouth. Clay took his cock out of her pussy. Unexpectedly deprived of the source of her pleasure gratification, Coco lifted her head and grimaced.
"Nooo!" she wailed. "Don't stop! I'm still cumming!" Jerry pushed her head away as she tried to recapture his prick with her mouth.
"Rebecca!" Clay blurted. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well, I came to see you, darling," Rebecca replied, her voice saccharin sweet. "I didn't expect to see you like this, though."
"It isn't what you think," Clay stammered weakly, clearly flustered by his wife's sudden appearance.
"Oh, come on, darling. I can't qualify for Mensa, but I'm not that dumb!"
Coco finally became aware of Rebecca's presence. "Oh, shit!" she muttered. She turned over and sat down with her legs closed. She didn't know what to do with her hands, or about her bare tits. "We were just taking a lunch break," she said feebly.
"Oh, really?" Rebecca replied icily, arching her eyebrows. "I've heard it called many things, but not that."
"Rebecca, I can explain," Clay said.
"What is there to explain, darling? Everything is pretty straightforward. I've been standing in the door for the past fifteen minutes watching you and Jerry fuck Coco and talk about what a fantastic piece of ass she is. You never have time to give me a nooner, you don't come home until late every night, and you seldom fuck me any more, because you've been fucking Coco every day. What else is there to explain?"
"Rebecca, it isn't all his fault," Coco said.
"Oh? Did you hold a gun to his head and make him fuck you, darling?" Rebecca looked around. "I don't see a gun anywhere. You have only one place to hide it, and Clay had his cock in there. So that rules out your pussy, doesn't it?"
Coco looked at Clay, her eyes blazing. "You never told me you weren't doing your homework!" she snapped. "I thought you were fucking her as often as you fucked me."
"How old are you, darling?" Rebecca asked.
"Nineteen," Coco said. She looked at Rebecca and tried to smile. "Listen, I'm sorry, Rebecca. I didn't know."
"Oh, what the hell!" Rebecca said. "I came by to get fucked, so I might as well join the party." She crossed to Coco and began to fondle the woman's big tits. Their color and size fascinated her. "Fabulous tits," she said brightly.
"Rebecca, you can't do this!" Jerry protested.
"And why not? I'm a big girl. Not as big as Coco, but big enough." She eyed Jerry's prick for added emphasis, silently telling him she was big enough to take him on.
"Well, God damn, Rebecca, you're married!"
"So are you," Rebecca said. Jerry's cock began to wilt under her cold stare. She snickered and looked at Clay. "And so is my husband. That didn't seem to stop you two from fucking Coco. I know my husband has been fucking her. Does Judy know you've been dipping your wick in a strange pussy? Do you tell her when you meet a woman you've just got to fuck and get her okay? Maybe she'd even like to join you for some fun and games with another woman."
Clay understood she was sending him a message. And this time, he got it. He cleared his throat. "Rebecca, let's go home and talk about this?"
He suspected the situation had already gotten out of hand. What do you say to your wife when she catches you and your buddy double-fucking your horny young secretary? She promptly confirmed his worst fears.
"Plenty of time to talk later, darling. I came here to get fucked, and I'm not going home until I do. What about it, Jerry? Think you're man enough to give me a good fucking?"
Jerry nearly swallowed his tongue. The possibility of fucking his partner's gorgeous, sexy wife appealed to him, but the consequences scared him. He had to work with Clay. And God's knows what his wife would do if she ever found out he fucked Coco, let along Rebecca.
"For God's sake, Rebecca, you can't be serious!" Jerry blurted.
"Oh, I can't, huh? What do you think of this?"
Rebecca whipped open her coat like a flasher, then shrugged it off and posed for them. She displayed her nearly naked body proudly, giving them a good long look at her beautiful, jutting tits and the luxuriant thatch of chestnut-colored hair spreading up from the junction of her thighs. She spread her legs slightly and rubbed her palm over her pussy.
"Wow!" Coco enthused, the only one of the three who had no qualms about getting it on with Clay's wife. "This is turning out to be a cool party!"
"Clay, you had just started to fuck Coco. Why don't you pick up where you left off? And I'll try out Jerry's big cock." She gave Jerry a coquettish smile. "You will fuck me, won't you, Jerry? You'd like to have a piece of fresh pussy, wouldn't you? I'm not nearly as young as Coco, but my pussy isn't half-bad for an older broad. And I give a blow job that will curl your toes." She looked at Coco. "No offense, darling, but you know how men are about fresh pussy."
"No offense taken," Coco replied with a big grin. "Men aren't the only ones who like to get some fresh pussy once in a while."
Rebecca lifted her eyebrows again. Her smile broadened. "Oh, it's like that, is it? Well, well."
"Rebecca, we can talk about this," Clay said. "We can work it all out. Don't do something in anger you'll regret later."
"Darling, I'm not doing anything in anger. I could get all puffed with righteous indignation and rant and rave and carry on. What would that accomplish?" She paused and grinned mischievously and continued to fondle Coco's tits. "Frankly, darling, I would much rather fuck."
"Come on, Rebecca," Clay objected. "You can't do this."
Jerry couldn't decide if he wanted to look at Rebecca's stunning body or watch her grope Coco's tits. His eyes flicked back and forth so rapidly he almost got dizzy. "He's right, Rebecca. You can't do this."
"My darling husband is dead wrong, Jerry. I can do this. If he can fuck Coco, I can fuck you. You'd love to get your cock in my pussy, now wouldn't you? It's very tight, Jerry. It will suck the cum right out of your cock," Rebecca said, deliberately being bawdy, challenging Jerry and telling Clay he couldn't stop her. "The thought of fucking your partner's wife fascinates you, doesn't it? How long have you wanted to fuck me, Jerry? Ever since we met? Or just since I took off my coat and let you look at my naked body? I bet you'd like to fuck me in the mouth, too. Your mind might be saying no, but your cock is saying yes, loud and clear."
Jerry opened his mouth, started to say no, and felt the blood rush to his cock--so much blood, so swiftly, he felt lightheaded. His eyes burned with unbridled lust. He began to nod his head rapidly up and down.
Rebecca smiled knowingly. She kissed Coco and cut her eyes up to watch Clay as her lips met the young woman's. She rubbed Coco's tits vigorously as an added gesture of licentiousness.
Coco licked her lips and smiled dreamily. "Ohhh! I like the way you kiss!"
"Stick your tits out," Rebecca said. "Give me your pretty black nipples."
Coco arched her back and stuck her tits out. Rebecca extended her tongue to its full length so Clay and Jerry could see it, and ran the tip over one thick tit tip. She moved her head forward as she slowly withdrew her tongue and took the bloated bud between her lips. She straightened up and smiled.
"Your tits are so big and soft," she murmured, hefting a tit in the palm of each hand. "They must weigh ten pounds apiece."
"Uh hummm," Coco responded. "You suck them so nicely. Do you like to make it with girls, too?"
Rebecca decided to let Coco draw her own conclusions about that! "Open your legs. Show me your pussy."
Coco opened her legs wide. Rebecca looked at her pussy, still covered with beads of pussy dew. She took each thick lip between her fingers and massaged it. Coco sighed and shivered. She ran the tip of her finger up and down the wet gash several times, then quickly bent over and kissed the center of the slit.
"God damn!" Clay exclaimed.
Rebecca's tongue darted out to flick across Coco's clit. She spread the lips of Coco's cunt wide and looked longingly at the woman's clit. "Hmmmmmm, your clit is big," she murmured. "Bigger than mine, and mine isn't little!" She touched the sensitive stud with the tip of her tongue, almost giving way to the temptation to suck it hard. She lifted her head slowly.
"Oh, wow!" Coco exclaimed softly.
"God damn!" Clay exclaimed again.
"More, later, darling. Come over here." Rebecca took Coco's hand and pulled her off the desk. She put her other hand on Clay's back. "Bend over, darling. I want to show Coco something new." She got Coco on her hands and knees behind Clay. He bent over, and his cock hung straight down between his legs, fully hard. "Kneel down behind him, dear," she said to Coco. "Play with his cock and lick his balls. That's right, stick out your tongue. Go on, do it. Take his cock in your hands and suck on his balls."
Coco took Clay's white shaft in her brown hands and began to stroke it as she sucked Clay's balls into her mouth one at a time. One of them made quite a mouthful! She rolled it around with her tongue and sucked gently, just enough to titillate him, but not hard enough to hurt him. When she was finished with the second one, she pushed it out of her mouth with her tongue, looked at Rebecca and smiled.
"I like to play with a man's balls." As if to add emphasis to her words, Coco took one of the balls in her fingers and rolled it around. "I really like a man's nuts. I like to squeeze the cum out of them. Do you like to play with his nuts and squeeze the cum out of them?"
"Yeah, sometimes. Guess I never though much about it." Rebecca kept her eyes locked on Coco's hands as she played with Clay's balls.
"Oh, you should do it to him all the time. Men like it. Don't they, Clay?"
"Uh, yeah," Clay muttered.
"You have to be careful so you don't hurt them," Coco continued, her hands busy on
Clay's scrotum. "You just roll them around and pull on them gently." Coco demonstrated what she meant. "His balls are easier to reach with him bent over this way."
"I know," Rebecca said. "That's why I made him bend over."
Coco put both hands on Clay's prick, one above the other, and took his balls into her mouth again. Her hands slid slowly up and down the long rod, milking it, as her mouth loved his nuts.
Rebecca watched for a few moments, then began to caress the bare head of her husband's cock with the palm of her hand as Coco continued to suck his balls. Rebecca tilted the prick back and rubbed the head over one of Coco's stiff nipples, leaving a thin coating of the clear liquid that had oozed from the slit. She leaned down and licked Coco's tit, and Coco shivered again.
Rebecca tipped Clay's hard shaft back and said, "Take the head in your mouth, darling. I'd like to watch you wrap your pretty lips around a cock."
Coco leaned forward and accepted the big bare knob between her lips. Rebecca rubbed her hand up and down the shaft as Coco began to suck on just the head. She put her hand under Coco's chin and cupped it, then curled her fingers up around Coco's lips and touched Clay's cock as it slid in and ut the young woman's mouth.
"You really like to suck cock, don't you?"
"Uh hummm," Coco gurgled.
Rebecca continued to caress Coco's face with one hand. She wrapped her other hand around the shaft of Clay's pecker and began to slide it gently up and down. She knelt down by Coco, pulled the head from the woman's mouth, and kissed it. Her tongue flicked out, curled around the knob, then she sucked it into her mouth.
Leaning over with his arms on the desk and his head on his arms, Clay couldn't see who was doing what to him. He just knew they were about to drive him wild. Jerry stood to the side, slowly stroking his cock, watching the two bawdy women, barely able to believe his eyes.
After a few moments, Rebecca pulled Clay's cock out of her mouth and turned her head to kiss Coco on the lips. Grinning, she put his cockhead between their lips and they both kissed it at the same time. Coco stretched her lips out and met Rebecca's around the head of Clay's dick. Their tongues fluttered and curled busily as their lips met. Clay groaned and wiggled his ass.
"He must like what we're doing," Rebecca said in a fake whisper. "Do you think we should make him cum?"
"Naw, not now," Coco giggled. "If we make him wait, he'll give us a bigger load."
Rebecca put the head of Clay's dick back into Coco's mouth and stood up. She ran her hand along his back and over the cheeks of his ass. "Do you like what she's doing to you, darling? Isn't she a real hot cocksucker?"
"Oh, God, yes!" he hissed.
Rebecca turned to face Jerry. She rubbed her hands up and down the front of her body, cupped her tits and pointed her stiff nipples at him. "I see you have your cock nice and hard for me. Come here."
If Clay wouldn't, or couldn't, stop his horny wife, Jerry sure wasn't about to try. He not only wanted to fuck Rebecca until her toes curled up, he wanted to do the lascivious deed right in front of Clay and Coco! He continued to stroke his cock and went to her.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Rebecca pushed Jerry to his knees, put one foot on the edge of the desk, and pulled his head into her crotch. "Tongue-fuck me before you put your big cock in me. Lick my pussy and get it real wet!"
"It's already flowing," Jerry said. "I think you've got a fucking river between your legs."
"A fountain," Rebecca said radiantly. "A fountain of ecstasy. Drink from it, and you'll be blessed with eternal happiness."
Jerry covered her hairy box with his mouth, stuck his tongue way up her cunt, and began to drink her savory nectar. She tasted good. Different, of course, than Coco or Judy, since every woman has her own distinctive flavor, but damned good.
Rebecca put one hand behind his head and one hand on her tit and began to caress it as Jerry lapped at her cunt. She looked at her husband. Coco had swallowed his whole dick. She kept her lush lips sealed around the shaft and moved her head back and forth, slowly drawing her lips down to the ridge behind the knob, then going forward just as slowly to let the head slide into her throat.
Rebecca shivered and pulled Jerry's head forward, pressing his mouth tighter to her twat. His tongue felt marvelous!
Coco teased Clay's balls with one hand and stroked his prick with her other hand. She glanced up at Rebecca and winked. She got to her feet and pulled on Clay's dick, dragging him backward to a nearby chair. She turned around, with her back to him, straddled his legs, and guided the head of his cock to her saturated love hole. Rebecca stared raptly at Coco's crotch as she sat down, slowly burying Clay's prick in her lusty body, inch by delightful inch.
Teetering on the brink of orgasm, Rebecca couldn't wait any longer to get Jerry's cock in her. She didn't want him to bring her off with his tongue. She wanted to watch Coco fuck Clay and have her first orgasm with Jerry's cock stretching her cunt and pounding into her.
She got down on the floor, on her back, with her head between Coco's feet so she could look up, directly into Coco's crotch, and watch Clay's prick slide in and out as Coco rode him. She wrapped her arms around Coco's legs and pulled them close to her body.
Jerry held his stiff prick with one hand and aimed the head at Rebecca's honey hole. He inserted the tip, paused, then began to slide his shaft in a little at a time, savoring the feel of her tight channel. He began to hunch, going a little deeper with each thrust, and grunted when he hit bottom.
Rebecca loved to fuck in a group; had long wanted to reveal her true sexual persona to her husband. What better way than to fuck another man right in front of him while a luscious young woman rode his cock, then suck the young woman's pussy? A demonstration was better than hours of talk! She wrapped her legs around Jerry's waist and began to hump under him. She lifted one of Coco's feet and put it between her tits.
Coco looked down and smiled. She got the idea. She began to rub her foot over Rebecca's big, well-tanned tits. The sole of her foot was just rough enough to give Rebecca a case of the shivers.
"Fuck her hot little cunt good, Jerry," Coco said excitedly. "Give her a good reaming while I fuck her husband!"
"Oh, yes, Jerry, fuck me good!" Rebecca moaned. "Make me cum until I beg for mercy!"
"Count on me, baby," Jerry grunted. "When I get through with you, Clay gets his turn." Watching Clay fuck his horny wife would be a real turn-on. He also hoped Coco would lap Rebecca's cunt. He had watched two women go at each other only once, and it made his cock so hard he thought it would never get soft again. "And I'm sure Coco wants to get her licks in, too."
"Oh, you can take it to the bank, honey!" Coco squealed. "We've never had such a good lunch break, not even when Bruce helps you guys fuck me."
Jerry began to saw his cock in and out of Rebecca's hot gash. She began to thrust and buck and twist her hips, matching his rhythm, fucking back at him with great gusto. Coco kept her ass in motion on top of Clay, fucking him vigorously, trying to keep up with Jerry and Rebecca.
Rebecca kept her eyes on Coco's crotch, getting hotter by the second, spurred on by the sight of her husband's gorgeous cock plundering Coco's cunt and by Jerry's powerful prick pounding my pussy.
"I'm going to cum!" Rebecca wailed. "Don't stop, Jerry! Don't stop fucking me! Make me cum hard!"
Rebecca's voice changed into a loud wail as her orgasm tore through her. Watching Clay and Jerry fuck Coco had stoked the fire in her gut and pushed her passions so high it didn't take much to make her explode. Her hips came off the floor and began to twist wildly. Jerry hung on grimly, fucking her as hard as he could, carrying her through her orgasm. She held onto Coco's ankle with both hands, moving the woman's foot around and around over her tits.
Jerry pulled Rebecca's legs from around his waist and pushed them up until her feet pointed at the ceiling. The position tipped her cunt so he could drive straight into her and made her already narrow tunnel tighter. Her carnal channel felt like a virgin's pristine hole. Her experienced twisting and contorting was anything but virginal! She was one fantastic fuck!
Rebecca popped her sex gun twice, then groaned, "Now, Jerry, now! Cum in me. I want to feel your hot cum filling my hole when I cum again! Give it to me!"
Jerry immediately shot a solid stream of scalding semen deep into Rebecca's sucking cunt. She jerked her hips when she felt the hot cream spurt into her. She concentrated on squeezing and relaxing her inner cunt muscles, milking his prick, draining every last drop from him. The contractions made her cum again. They bucked and heaved in concert, cumming and groaning and twisting and writhing.
Coco peered down from her perch on Clay's lap and chortled with glee. "Fuck her, Jerry! Give her all of your big cock! Make her beg for mercy! Ohhh, I love to watch you fuck her. She's so pretty when she cums."
Lost in orgasm, aware only of the glory between their legs, neither Rebecca nor Jerry heard a word Coco said. They wouldn't have known if the building had fallen down around them.
Rebecca came down from her euphoric ride and patted Jerry on the ass. "Fantastic, Jerry," she said softly. "You fucked me just the way I like."
"You were great, baby," he said as he rolled onto his back at her side.
Rebecca reached into Coco's crotch and began to fondle her pussy. The long lips of her cunt rolled under her fingers as she rode Clay's cock energetically. Her fingers wandered purposefully over Coco's crotch, touched her pussy and Clay's shaft at the same time, tickled her clit and trailed through Coco's dense thicket of black curls.
"Are you going to get his cum?" Rebecca asked.
Coco stopped going up and down and began to twist her ass around in circles, both to keep Clay's cock hard and to keep her feeling at a high level. She looked into Rebecca's effervescent eyes and said, "Do you want me to get his cum? You know I want you to eat my pussy."
Rebecca's heart did a couple of flip flops. She couldn't think of anything more scrumptious than sucking a load of her husband's tasty jism out of Coco's cunt.
"Darling, I can't think of anything I would rather do than eat my husband's cum out of your sweet cunt."
Coco smiled broadly. "All right!" she exclaimed. "A girl after my own heart. Do you like to watch a man squirt?"
"Love it," Rebecca replied.
"Tell you what. I'll take his first shot in me, then get off so we can watch the rest of it squirt. Would you like that?"
"Right on!" Rebecca said, grinning from ear to ear. "Let it squirt all over your pussy."
"Girl, I like you better all the time," Coco said.
Coco resumed her up and down movements, going faster this time. Rebecca kept her hand in Coco's crotch and continued to play with her pussy and diddle her big clit.
Their conversation simultaneously shocked and excited Clay. He thought he was a dead duck when Rebecca walked in and caught him with his cock in Coco. Now he realized her anger was false. She surprised the hell out of him by taking one look at the situation and jumping right in, showing absolutely no qualms about fucking Jerry right in front of him. And now she was calmly discussing eating Coco's pussy with his cum in it. He had no idea she played on both sides of the street. Hell, everything she had done today surprised him!
He was on the verge of cumming when Coco stopped fucking to talk to Rebecca. Coco began to fuck him again and his passions roared back up almost immediately. His cock swelled. He jerked his hips up, jamming his prick into Coco to the hilt.
Coco knew the signs. She continued to ride him hard until she felt the first spurt of his jizz, then lifted herself away quickly. She stood over his legs, grabbed his slick prick and began to pump it rapidly. The rest of his cum shot into her crotch, spattered on her pussy, on the inside of her thighs, and a few drops shot high enough to land on her belly. The last of it oozed out and spread over her hand. She continued to pull on his pud, squeezing it until it was empty.
Rebecca loved to watch a man ejaculate, loved to watch his joy juice spew out of his prick. "Beautiful," she said softly. "But I think the most fantastic sight on earth is watching a cock go in and out of a pussy."
Coco chuckled. "God, girl, you're as raunchy as I am. Do you get to watch a man shoot very often?"
"Not as often as I like!" Rebecca said. "Somehow, I think that will change after today."
"You just might be right. I think your relationship with your husband won't ever be the same again. Now, I want to taste that sweet tidbit between your legs and I want you to lick my clit. Want to get into a sixty-nine with me?"
"Do you have a pussy?" Rebecca cackled. She looked at Clay. "You must be enjoying yourself, darling," she said. "You cock usually gets soft after you cum." She looked at Jerry. "And Jerry has done such a good job of getting his cock hard again. I'm impressed. Why don't we let them fuck us while we lick each other's clit?"
"Now why didn't I think of that?" Coco laughed. "We just might lick a little cock at the same time. Can't think of a better way to reach out and touch a bunch of your friends at the same time."
"Now, we'll lie down on our sides facing each other. Head to foot, of course." Rebecca grinned with impetuous anticipation. "Then we'll get the rest of this show on the road."
Clay pushed Coco aside, slid out of the chair and knelt by Rebecca. He took her cheeks in his hands and kissed her. "Seeing you this way is quite a shock," he said softly.
"Get used to it, darling," Rebecca replied. "You're going to see it a lot more in the future."
"We have a lot to talk about."
Rebecca nodded. "Yes, we do. Later, when we're alone." She kissed her husband again.
"Now, you get behind Coco and fuck her. I want to watch your pretty white cock slide in and out of her brown pussy."
The women lay down head to foot, facing each other. Rebecca rested her head on Coco's warm, firm thigh and put her own thigh under Coco's head. They scooted up together and pulled their legs up to put them in a better fucking position. Rebecca shivered when she felt Coco's big tits pressing into her belly. She sighed and planted a loving kiss on Coco's wet pussy. Coco returned the kiss and let her tongue drift through Rebecca's slit.
Clay lay down behind Coco and Jerry lay down behind Rebecca. Clay looked over Coco's shoulder and watched Jerry's cock slide into his wife as he eased his cock into Coco's cunt. He never realized how much it would excite him to watch another man fuck his wife. He felt as if he might cum any second. Jerry adored fucking his partner's wife. Getting her a second time exceeded his expectations. He looked over Rebecca's shoulder and grinned at Clay.
Through eyes slitted with passion, Rebecca stared at Coco's pretty pussy as Clay's cock slid in slowly. She had never seen a more stimulating sight. Jerry hunched the last inch of his cock into her and Coco's tongue landed on her clit at the same instant. Rebecca hunched and grunted and stuck her tongue.in
Coco's cunt. Her husband's shaft grazed the tip of her nose as he began to pump it in and out of Coco's tight tunnel. She clamped her muscles around Jerry's cock and began to hunch her ass as she settled down to a steady licking that matched Coco's tongue on her own clit.
For different reasons, the situation aroused both men to the extent that neither of them could exercise any control. Jerry grunted and groaned and began to hump into Rebecca's cunt harder. Clay's hips bucked furiously as he slammed his cock into Coco's pussy.
Rebecca felt Jerry's cock swell and then his stream of hot spunk shot deep into her channel, triggering her own orgasm. She snorted and snuffled into Coco's cunt, increased the urgency of her licking, and brought Coco off. Coco's frantic hip action sucked Clay's cum out of him. They came together, moaning and groaning, snorting and snuffling, thrusting and humping. Cocks pumped cum and tongues lashed clits.
The two cocks softened and pulled out with soft plops. Rebecca and Coco stayed locked together and continued to suck cunt, avidly extracting the load of slick sperm from each other.
Their mission accomplished, the women rolled apart and the four of them sprawled out, resting from their exertions.
"Where's Bruce?" Rebecca said.
"Business lunch," Clay said. "Getting a contract signed." He wondered if his wife intended to nail his other partner, too. "He'll be gone the rest of the day," he added.
"Coco, has Bruce also been helping himself to your pussy?" Rebecca asked.
"Yeah, and my mouth, too. He would rather get sucked than fuck. He hounds me all day long to blow him."
"Just as I thought. Okay, here's the deal. I'm going to have a pussy-poking party at my house Saturday night. Jerry, you tell Bruce. I expect you to bring your wives. Coco, you're also invited, of course. I'll invite a young couple from the neighborhood and a couple of my girlfriends."
"I'm not sure Judy and Tonya will go for an orgy," Jerry said. "Why can't Bruce and I come alone? We might have a better time. Sounds like you're going to have plenty of women without our wives."
"You and Bruce can't come alone because I say you can't," Rebecca replied, her voice stern. "If you think Judy and Tonya aren't ready for an orgy, you'd better convince them. They just might surprise you. Besides, sooner, or later, they're going to find out about Coco."
"If we bring them to your orgy, they're sure to find out about Coco," Jerry said.
"Better they hear it from you," Rebecca
"Better they hear it from you," Rebecca said. She left the implied threat hanging and rolled over and kissed Clay. "Now, darling, you're going to take the rest of the day off. We have some catching up to do."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Rebecca shucked off her raincoat the moment they entered the house. "I smell like a cheap whorehouse, darling. I'll take a quick shower and get nice and fresh for you. Why don't you use the guest bath, then fix us a couple of drinks?"
"Why don't we just sit down and have a drink and talk?"
She grinned and winked. "Because, darling, talking about fucking makes me so hot and I just have to fuck! Evidently, you don't know what a horny woman I am. We can fool around and talk at the same time. Fucking Coco twice surely didn't take everything out of you. On those rare occasions when I was lucky enough to get you, you fucked me three or four times."
"Rebecca, I.. .well, I don't know what to say," he grumbled.
She fixed him with a steady gaze and said softly, "Do you love me?"
"You know I do! That isn't the point."
"Oh, yes, darling, that is precisely the point.
I love you so much, more than I can tell you. Explanations are prudent. Recriminations are pointless. Now, I'll be back in a few minutes and we'll talk."
Clay took a shower, put on his robe and went back to the living room to fix drinks. He turned as Rebecca came down the hall, wearing only a pair of white high heel pumps. She walked with her head up, her back straight and her chest out. His eyes bounced slowly up and down and from side to side, trying to follow the movement of her luscious tits.
"You like to watch my tits jiggle, don't you?" she said with a big grin.
"I like everything about you," he said. "It all moves so enticingly when you walk."
She kissed him, took her drink and sat on the couch. "Take off your robe and sit with me, darling."
He stood in front of her and said, "How did we get to this point? What happened to us?"
She reached out, pushed his robe open, and gripped his cock. "No finger pointing, darling, no trying to blame each other," she said. "If anything gets pointed at anyone, it's this." She tugged his cock gently. "I got lonely. I thought you lost interest in me. I tried to reach you, to tell you how I felt. I didn't get the job done."
"I never lost interest in you. Why did you think I did?"
"Take off that damned robe and sit down, darling. I want to look in your eyes." She snickered. "Not that I don't like to look at your cock."
She held onto his cock as he tossed his robe on the back of the couch and sat down. She scooted over until their thighs touched.
She continued to stroke his cock and said, "What I'm going to say is a simple statement of facts, darling, not an accusation. From the day we married until you struck out on your own, you couldn't seem to get enough of me. You fucked me at least once a day, every day. Remember how you used to lick my clit or jack me off before you went to work? You would rush home to give me a nooner two or three times a week. And we nearly always did something at night. If it was the wrong time of the month for me, I would suck you off. Those were wonderful times for me, darling."
She glanced down at his slowly stiffening prick, gave it an extra squeeze, and smiled. "You spoiled me rotten. Not just sexually-though God knows, you did that!--but the way you treated me in all ways made me feel so special. You knew I wasn't a virgin when you married me, but I didn't really know much about sex until you came along and taught me. You are a marvelous lover, darling, and you taught me so well! In the process, I learned that I'm a wanton broad, darling. Except for pain or humiliation, I love to do anything, everything sexual."
"I didn't mean to neglect you," he said contritely. "I got so tied up with the new company, I couldn't think of anything else. God, I was so afraid I would fail and lose your esteem. Coco just happened. She was there, so sexy, so tempting, so willing, so eager to please. She became a habit."
Rebecca smiled knowingly. "It was easier to take a short break for lunch and fuck her," she said.
"Yeah," he agreed. "She seldom stayed late. When she did, I didn't fuck her. I had to work late to keep up, to make sure I stayed on top of everything. Until the last month or so, one contract made the difference between success and failure. Bruce and Jerry are good guys, but they don't have much self-discipline. If I don't stay on their asses, they don't get the work done."
Rebecca set her glass down and crawled onto Clay's lap, facing him. She held his prick upright and sat down on it. "Mmmmmm, your cock feels so good, darling. Did you know that before you came along, I seldom got off when I fucked? And only one guy licked my clit. Poorly, at that. The first time you licked me, I came so hard I thought I would die! You have magic in your tongue, darling, pure golden magic." She wiggled her ass and sighed. "In your cock, too." She held his cheeks in her hands, mashed her hot tits into his chest and kissed him tenderly. "I don't know what you want to know, darling. If you ask questions, I'll answer truthfully, in as much detail as you want. Otherwise, we can consider the past a closed issue and get on with our lives."
"How did you get turned on to women?"
"By accident." She humped up and down on his cock. "A couple of my girlfriends seduced me."
"Have I met them?"
"Yes. Lila and Gretchen. We went shopping one day, came back here for lunch, and had a couple of drinks too many. Well, I did anyway. We started talking about men. You, specifically. Which naturally got us onto the subject of sex." She wiggled her ass from side to side. "The things women talk about, the language they use, when there are no men around would shock you, darling. Simply scandalous! I couldn't stop bragging about what a good lover you are. Gretchen said she could eat pussy as well as any man, and I challenged her to prove it. She did. So did Lila. I knew you would work late, so we spent the afternoon and half the night licking clit." She humped up and down on his cock. "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual, darling?"
"Quite the contrary, darling," he replied. "You have no idea how much it excited me when you started playing with Coco and kissed her pussy. Are Gretchen and Lila lesbians?"
"Oh, heavens no, darling! They adore cock. Licking clit is just another way of having fun."
"Are you really going to have a pussy-poking party Saturday?"
She continued to bounce gently up and down on his cock. "Damn right I am!" She paused for a moment. "Unless you object strenuously."
"Mild objections won't do, huh?" he joked. "Do you really think Judy and Tonya will agree to swinging?"
"Yes. I told you, the things women talk about when they get together would amaze you. They've dropped little hints about being interested in you."
"Oh? Why would.. . oh-ho, you were bragging again, weren't you?"
"Darling, I brag about you and your wonderful cock every chance I get!" She squirmed on his cock and kissed him on the lips. "Would you like to fuck them? From what they've said, I think they're pretty good. Tonya's a little light in the tit, but her nipples are real big. And I've heard that girls with little titties are wild fuckers."
"No one could be a wilder fucker than you, darling." He grinned and bit one of her nipples lightly. "The idea of fucking Judy and Tonya has a certain appeal. Don't tell me you've had them."
"No. Not yet. We've tried on clothes together, so I've seen both of them naked. I think they're ready to expand their horizons and not only swing, but also to let a woman get her head between their pretty legs."
"And you're just the girl to do it, huh? Let's see, if you invite the young couple from the neighborhood, there will be seven women and four men."
"Right. The girls are Lila, Gretchen, Coco, Judy, Tonya, Carla, and me, of course. The boys are Jerry, Bruce, Alan and you."
"Why seven women?"
She gave him a Mona Lisa smile. Because, darling, I've fucked six men since we married, not counting you! "I want you to fuck yourself silly, darling," she said sweetly. "You don't have to fuck me at the party, but I do expect you to fuck all the other women. At least once. If you have anything left in your big balls after the party is over, you can give it to me. Would you rather make it eight? I'm sure Gretchen and Lila can bring a friend. It really isn't necessary, since you can fuck only one woman at a time, and those of us without a cock will find a way to amuse ourselves."
"Yeah, I'm sure you will." Clay wasn't as dumb as he looked. "Is this a one shot deal? No pun intended. A way to even the score, so to speak?"
"Smart ass," she mumbled. "Oh, I think we should do it at least a couple of times a month," she said louder. "Don't you?"
"I hereby appoint you the family social secretary," he said. "Your primary duty will be to arrange parties."
"Mmmmmm, I like the sound of that. You're going to love fucking Gretchen and Lila, darling. They're hotter than I am. We might have to tie Lila to the floor to keep her from bucking you off. I can hardly wait to watch you climb into her saddle and take a wild ride." She wiggled on his cock again. "Ooohhh, I adore the feel of your big cock plugging my pussy. Lay me down on my back, darling."
He held her tightly and kept his cock buried in her as he put her on her back. She threw one leg over the back of the couch and put one foot on the floor, opening her crotch wide.
"Wait a minute, darling," she whispered, smiling flirtatiously. "I'm going to jack off. When I start cumming, I want you to start fucking me. Fuck my cunt as hard as you can. Cum whenever you want to. I'll be right there with you."
She stared into his eyes as she reached into her crotch, captured her clit between her forefinger and index finger, and began to agitate her bloated love button furiously. Her hips began to hunch. Rapture wreathed her lovely face.
"Mmmmmm, I love to jack off with your cock in me, darling," she whispered. "I'm coming up fast, darling. Get ready to fuck me."
Clay watched his beautiful, wanton wife, amazed by a side of her he never knew existed. He still had more questions to ask her, but they could wait. Now that she had opened up to him, she would tell him everything about her cheating heart. And every episode she related would turn them both on so much they would fuck their heads off.
"You're so beautiful, darling," he said softly. "I love you."
"I love you, darling!" she whispered. Her body began to writhe. Her luscious tits began to jiggle. Her cunt began to spasm around his cock. She began to hunch urgently. "Ooohhh, now, darling, now!" she gasped. "I'm cumming! Fuck me, darling! Fuck my brains out!"
He gathered his strength and began to hammer her cunt so hard that her head banged into the arm of the couch. She kept her legs wide open and continued to frig her clit frantically, cumming so hard she nearly lost her breath, throwing her cunt at him, riding his wonderful cock to heaven.
"Fuck me, darling!" she wailed. "Fuck your horny wife as only you can!"
He rose to the occasion and gave her exactly what her hot pussy and cheating heart needed-lots of hard cock, administered in large doses several times a day!