Kate Brady was an average American housewife. Prettier than mast, perhaps but otherwise unexceptional. She was married to a serious-minded young man with a promising future. Everything seemed to be cut out to provide Kate with a good solid future as the successful Mrs. Brady.
But there was something inside Kate that made her different from everyone else, after all. Something she herself had never been aware of -- let alone her husband and her closest friends. Something that caused Kate to squander everything she had... for cheap thrills.
Kate and her husband Mark were not well matched. Kate was much more outgoing than her husband, more exuberant. And she had a much stronger sex drive than he. For two long years of marriage, she struggled to accommodate herself to her husband's casual approach to sex. Then suddenly something snapped. She couldn't do it any more.
It was the day she saw her girl friend Mary making love to one of the neighborhood delivery boys that changed everything for Kate. She suddenly knew with a terrible conviction that she had to have lovers too. She had to experience the excitement of sudden passion with other lovers in out-of-the-way places.
So began the young redhead's odyssey in search of sexual adventure. An odyssey that ended in disaster for her marriage. And perhaps for Kate herself.
HIS WIFE'S HOT ITCH -- a shocking story with an important message for our restless society.
The Publisher
Chapter One
The hotel was bursting with activity. There was a sales convention in town. When the conventioneers weren't in the convention room trying to keep awake for each other's speeches, they crowded the bar, the dining room, the lobby.
They were looking for a good time. Something to help while away the off-hours between meetings. Something to spice up these few days away from the humdrum routine back home.
Jack Hodgkins already had found something to spice up his Thursday evening.
He had been sitting quietly at his corner table in the bar waiting for his friend Sam Peabody to join him. Sam was standing at the bar trying to charm a sensational-looking blonde and her brunette girl friend. Jack preferred for the moment to just sit back and survey the local cunt. There sure was a lot of it floating around.
He didn't even notice the redhead approach him. God knew how he missed her. She had a face like a naughty angel and a body that sent chills ricocheting down Jack's spine when he finally saw her.
"Hi, there," she said in a low sultry voice. "Mind if I join you? Jeepers, it's so crowded in here... and I'm just dying to take the load off my feet."
"Sure... go ahead." Jack was too busy ogling her full tits inside her skimpy, low-cut blouse to make much conversation at first. At last, though, his gentlemanly instincts revived, and he ordered the chick a Scotch... a double Scotch.
"Golly, this is awfully nice of you." Her long thick eyelashes fluttered provocatively. Jack was sure he was dreaming when he felt a hand squeeze his knee under the table.
But no... it was no dream. And the hand was working up his thigh, massaging him gently.
Jack began to chew nervously on the unlit cigar that was his own brand of security blanket. Shit, she was no hooker. He was pretty sure of that. Just not the right type. But she sure as hell was after something.
"You in town for this convention?" she asked him politely. The hand was still caressing his upper thigh under the table. Jack watched the waiter nervously when he brought their drinks -- to see if he noticed anything. Apparently he didn't. Either that or he'd seen too much of it to be interested any more.
"How you doing, Mizz Brady?" he drawled as he turned to leave the table.
"Just fine, thanks," she replied cheerfully.
"Yeah, I'm here for the convention. It's kind of boring, but it has its redeeming features. Like you, for instance." Jack leered more openly down into the ripe cleavage of her tits. He was beginning to understand the situation now. "You're no stranger here yourself, I take it."
"Golly no!" she told him, her green eyes wide and innocent. "I like to come down here whenever I get the chance. The folks are so friendly and all."
Jesus Christ! he thought suddenly. She's fondling my prick! This dame doesn't fool around! He was forced to drop his cigar reluctantly into the ashtray. His shock had made him bite it in half.
Timidly at first, then more boldly, he reached for the crotch of her silky black skirt. He began to feel around, caressing the upthrust mound of her cunt. It was firm but a little spongy, from her thick bush. The feel was making his cock lurch inside his trousers. And there was no doubt that she noticed. She squeezed his turgid prick urgently.
"Mmmmm," she whispered between long swallows of her Scotch. "That's awfully nice. You know, I'd like to get to know you better. I get so lonely with my husband away all the time."
For a minute Jack thought of his own wife Susie holding the fort back home. He wondered how she managed with him away on trips so much. But no... not Susie. She would never even think of trying to seduce another man. She loved him. He dismissed the thought from his mind.
As his hand continued to fondle her cuntal mound, he watched her big eyes get dreamy, her generous mouth become a little slack. Her lower lip pouted alluringly.
Shit, what a piece of ass! he thought. And she's all ready for me. I've got to get her upstairs before my balls burst. He felt a little guilty about his friend Sam, who obviously wasn't having much luck with the two broads at the bar.
"A pretty girl like you should never be lonely," Jack told his companion. His voice was thick. The drinks were getting to him. "Listen, baby, why don't you and me go upstairs and get better acquainted?"
"Jeepers, that would be real nice. It would be good to spend some time with a fine gentleman like you." Her words remained proper, but her eyes were hot and bold. There was no doubt about how she wanted to spend that time.
"That's great, honey. Listen, I just gotta go talk to my friend Sam over at the bar for a minute. Then I'll be right with you. I'll buy us a bottle of Scotch too. To keep things rolling..." He winked suggestively.
He was surprised to feel her hand grasp his as he started to move toward the bar.
"Why don't you ask your friend Sam to join us?" Jack's reaction moved quickly from surprise, through annoyance, then to eager excitement. The look on her pretty face made it clear she was ready for anything. He'd never been involved in a threesome before. The prospect was exciting.
"Yeah... okay, honey. I'll do that."
As soon as the three of them reached Jack's worn, he poured drinks for all of them. The two men watched in amazement as the redhead downed two-thirds of hers in one long swallow.
Jack brushed his balding head nervously as she sat on the end of the bed and stared boldly at the two men. He wasn't sure exactly how this thing should start out. If he'd been alone with her, it would have been different. But he felt kind of self-conscious in front of Sam.
"G-geeee!" Sam exclaimed. "You sure are a looker, honey. You're really s-something!" Sam only stuttered when he was nervous. Knowing how his friend was feeling made Jack more confident. After all, this was only a chick. Surely two studs like him and Sam could handle her!
"Why, thank you. You two fellows are very handsome too. So strong and... powerful-looking. I really like strong men."
The two men watched amazed as the young beauty reached up behind her and unzipped her blouse. She pulled it up over her head and sat there in her bra and skirt, registering their reactions to her full ripe tits and smooth milk-white skin.
"Well, how do I look?" she asked.
Jack whistled long and low.
"J-Jeezuz!" was all Sam managed to get out. As tough they had been given a signal, both men began to remove their jackets and loosen their ties. It was time to get down to business.
The woman swayed a little as she rose to her feet. She unfastened her skirt and let it slip down over her full smooth hips. The men waited expectantly for the first glimpse of her panties. But it never came. She wasn't wearing any!
"The bitch!" Jack breathed excitedly as he stared at the bright-red patch of hair up between her thighs. It was thick and curly and beckoned to the salesmen like a red flag lures a bull.
She kicked her skirt impatiently aside and stood, legs apart staring at the men as she reached back and began to unfasten her bra. She ran her tongue lewdly over her lips. Obviously her lewd behavior was exciting her. She was acting shamelessly -- like a cat in heat. And there was no doubt she was loving every minute of it.
"Shit, what a fantastic-looking broad! We really hit the jackpot, Jack old man!" Sam was obviously losing his nervousness. He kicked off the last of his clothes and reached down to caress the half swollen shaft of his prick. He started toward the woman.
Afraid of being left out, Jack hurried out of his clothes. He had been the one who had found this chick! He wasn't going to let Sam get to her first! He watched dumfounded as she fell to her knees in front of his friend and took his cock in her hands.
"Golly, you've got such a nice cock! It makes me all quivery inside just to look at it!" The woman had slipped into her own little fantasy world. She had initiated this evening's encounter. It was obvious she knew exactly what she wanted from it -- and how to get it.
Frozen like a statue, Jack held one sock suspended in midair as he watched her extend her little pink tongue and lick the tip of Sam's cock.
The effect was instantaneous. "Uuuuuhhh Christ! Yeah, baby, th-that's the way!" Sam was staring down at his cock and the face of the woman kneeling before it as though he thought he were seeing things.
Jack suddenly burst into action. He threw his socks aside and headed stark-naked for the couple in the middle of the room. She was nibbling hungrily at Sam's cock-tip now, extending her tongue to swirl it around and around the swollen head.
"Uuuuhhh-uuhhhh... aaahhhh! Good! Good, baby!"
Jack knelt down next to her and began to run his hands lewdly over the ripe contours of her body. He cupped her tits in his hands and pinched the nipples hard. He caressed the full swollen globes roughly, like a farmer milking, his cow.
She groaned. "Oooohhhh... jeepers, that's good, honey. Play with my titties. I love it!"
Jack was overcoming his jealousy of his friend who was experiencing the redhead's mouth-caresses on his stiff prick. He could think of nothing he'd rather be doing than feeling up his velvety-soft body. Touching it wherever he wanted... however he wanted.
He watched her begin to bob her head back and forth along Sam's cock-shaft. Her saliva was making the other man's prick gleam in the soft lamp-light. Sam's cock seemed to be growing harder before Jack's eyes. He had never seen his friend so excited -- not even the night they'd fucked those twin sisters together in their hotel worn at that convention in Pittsburgh.
"Ooohhh yeahhhh! That's it! That's it, baby. Christ, my prick feels like a stick of dynamite! Like it's going to explode any minute!" Sam's head was thrown back in lusty abandon. His eyes were closed.
"Mmmm! Uuuhhh, good-d-d!" Her throaty comments reminded Jack of a little girl savoring an all-day sucker. She was digging every minute of her lewd encounter with two total strangers. She was obviously horny as a cat in heat! There'd be a good night ahead for him and Sam! Jack realized suddenly he didn't even know her name. But what the hell! It was better this way. She was a cunt to him. And he was a cock to her.
Fair enough.
His hands roamed excitedly down over her sleek shapely ass. He caressed the twin globes hungrily. Then he reached in along the crack between her asscheeks and grabbed her cunt. He loved the feel of her wet, spongy, fur-trimmed cunt in his hand. He hadn't realized until just this minute what a long, dry four days it had been since he had left home. He was ready to get laid, all right.
The way she was swaying her ass back at him gave Jack an idea. There was no reason why he couldn't get himself a piece of this action right now! He coaxed her up into a full kneeling position, so her ass was flaring straight back at him, begging for what he was more than eager to give her. On impulse, he bent his head forward and kissed her asscheeks. Then he took his cock firmly in hand and guided the tip along the beckoning crack. It didn't take him long to find the spongy hole he was looking for.
He found it and shaved. His cock soared deep into her hot clenching cunt.
"Uuuuuhhh," she grunted. Her body fell forward slightly from the force of his thrust. But she recovered her balance and returned her attentions to Sam's cock. Her mouth seemed to work more eagerly than ever along its swollen length. She was sucking slavishly, milking his cock for the thick load of cum stored deep in his balls.
"Jee-jee-jeez, woman! Take it easy! That's the only prick I got!" It was apparent though from the look on Sam's face that he didn't really want her to stop. He just wasn't sure how long he could hold out against this kind of sweet torture. He opened his eyes and grinned over at his friend. The two men were flanking the girl like book-ends. Their swollen cocks were drilling into her from both ends. It was the greatest adventure the long-time friends had ever shared!
"Hey, we sure landed ourselves a hot one, didn't we, old buddy?" Sam commented happily. The contorted look on his face betrayed the struggle he was waging to hold out against the redhead's enthusiastic tonguing of his throbbing cock.
"You ain't just whistlin' Dixie, Sammy boy." Jack had established a solid fucking rhythm in and out of the hungry girl's pussy. His cock felt like it was getting a honey massage. The sensations were made even better by the alcohol flowing through his veins. "I ain't had my prick inside anything this sweet in one hell of a long time." His wife Susie was far from his thoughts now. Sure, she was a good lay... but you couldn't do anything this exciting with your wife, for chrissakes.
He watched mesmerized as the redhead began to churn her hips wantonly back to meet the full vigor of his thrusts. He was giving her everything he had. He was fucking her hard. And it was apparent from the eager wriggling of her ass that she loved every minute of it.
Jeez, this chick is hungry for it! he thought excitedly.
Jack gripped her hips firmly and sawed his prick hard and deep into the clutching hole of her cunt. He loved the way her pussy seemed to suck on him, trying to hold his hardness as long as possible, to relish the firm, blood-swollen presence deep inside. The motions of her fleshy cunt weren't all involuntary, he realized. This chick had great control! She was flexing her pussy-muscles, giving his cock an extra little squeeze on every outstroke.
"Uuuuhhh! Fuck, that's good pussy! Real good!"
"Don't you go wearing her out, old buddy. I want to get my prick inside that little cunt before this night's over." Sam's face was wreathed in an unnatural grin as he looked over at his balding friend. The hypnotic feel of the woman's mouth on his cock was lulling him into erotic ecstasy. The sensations swelling from his prick were possessing his body and mind.
It wouldn't be long, he knew, before he filled her mouth with his hot jism. And he was ready for it. He was ready to let it happen any time she was ready to make it happen.
The redhead was doing her utmost to make it happen soon. She was reveling in the sheer depravity of being the receptacle for two hard swollen cocks. With two strange men. Men she would probably never lay eyes on again.
She loved the perversity of her situation. She liked to enjoy sex this way. Heated and hurried. Impersonal in a way, but intense. She wanted to experience everything men had to show her. She was a turned-on woman.
"Oooohh golly, lovers! You've got such beautiful big cocks! Uuuhh, I love it! I love what you're doing to me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"
While her asscheeks waved salaciously in the air, shoving back to swallow that hard skewering prick, she sucked feverishly on the cock in front. She wanted to be filled -- filled from both ends. Filled to overflowing, so the cum oozed down her this and over her chin at the same time.
She extended her tongue and stabbed it insistently into the little slit on the end of Sam's cock. She ran it around and around the whole bulbous cock-head, as though she were trimming down the contours of an ice-cream cone. She bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth along the whole stiff length of his prick. It felt smooth and rubbery and hot to the touch. The thought of the precious load that would shoot along its length and deep into her throat made her shiver with longing.
Jack felt the shiver dart through her buttocks. He interpreted it as the first sign of her building climax. He grabbed her hips more fiercely and began to fuck her deeper, in long, hard strokes.
He felt his cock swelling, growing in proportion to the strong clutches of her cunt-walls on his stiff rod. He didn't have much time left, he knew. But he would make these last minutes something for her to remember.
She squirmed and squealed lewdly beneath him. "Ooooohh, golly, yeah... do it to me, lovers! Fuck meeee! Fuck me hard, baby! What a sweet prick! What a sweet, sweet prick you've got!"
Watching her undulating shamelessly under the hard fucking of his friend's prick made Sam take the initiative up front. He grabbed her by her shoulder-length red hair and held her head steady.
He fucked deeply and evenly in and out of her throat. He could tell she had to strain to take him like this.
But she was a good girl. She struggled gamely and she managed to relax her throat enough to accommodate his whole seven inches of cock deep inside her mouth.
"Mmmmmm, baby, that mouth is really something! Sh-shittt, you're dynamite, doll, dynamite!"
Sam knew the way she was sucking him now was going to finish him off in no time. Heedless of everything but the sensations in his cock, he fucked her throat like a madman.
The other man could scarcely believe the way the woman was taking his friend's big cock deep into her throat. He could feel the blood pounding more fiercely through his veins as he strove to match Sam's tempo.
They fucked her for several minutes, like twin pistons... one in her mouth, the other in her wet cunt.
"Ooooohhh, aaaahhh, rnrnnmm..." Although she was unable to speak, her moans and her enthusiastic undulations bespoke her enthusiasm for what was happening to her. Obviously, this had been what she was looking for. A hard ruthless fucking. And she had two strong men to give it to her!
Suddenly, she began to buck like a bronco. Her ass pounded back against Jack's loins fiercely. She was having an orgasm! Jack could tell by the fitful way her cunt clutched at his cock. Sam could tell by the fiendish workings of her mouth on his cock.
The sight of the beautiful, sex-crazed redhead writhing out her climax between the two of them drove both men over that peak.
"Jee-zuz!" Sam exploded in a loud, fitful burst of passion.
"Oh yeah! Jee-zuz, me too, Sammy boy! I'm filling this little cunt... yeahhhh, shit!"
The two men thrust their pricks deep into the woman's two orifices, filling her to overflowing with their jism. Lewd trickles of it escaped from the corners of her mouth. A long string of Jack's cum dribbled down her thigh.
She had accomplished what she had set out to do. She had the cum of two strangers inside her belly and cunt.
"Uuuuhh, jee-zuz, that was good!" she grunted as she collapsed onto the floor, face down. The two men had stood up and were helping themselves to a long shot of Scotch.
"Hey, did you hear that?" Jack joked. "I didn't think little Miss Goodie Two Shoes swore. All we've had out of her so far is 'jeepers' and 'golly'!"
"We must really have gotten to her!" Sam held out his and the two men toasted their good fortune.
"Well, what should we do with her next?" She asked at least.
"I'll toss you for her asshole," Jack quipped. "Hey, old buddy... I want to get into that sweet cunt first!"
"Calm down, Sammy boy, I'm sure we can work something out."
"Yeah... hey, look at that cute little dimple on her ass. I didn't notice that before."
There were lots of things Jack Hodgkins and Sam Peabody didn't notice or know about Kate Brady.
But then, neither did her friends... or her husband...
Or Kate herself... at first.
Chapter Two
Kate Brady had celebrated her twenty-first birthday three weeks ago.
To most people that meant that Kate was in the prime of her youth, on the threshold of life. Mary would have envied her her youth and her beauty.
But Kate was not satisfied. She felt that life was passing her by.
She had been married for two years to a young man who hoped to make his mark someday in the construction business. He was still only a foreman but Mark Brady was young and bright and eager. He had every confidence that he'd be somebody by the time he was thirty-five.
To Kate, those kinds of dreams seemed hopelessly far away. She wanted something to happen NOW. She was bored.
As the pretty young housewife stood in front of the kitchen range preparing their Sunday brunch, she watched Mark working in the garden. He was handsome and strong. She liked the way his muscles rippled under his striped T-shirt. She liked the way the summer sun was turning his hair a sexy shade of white-blond. It looked great with his tan. There was no doubt that Mark was the best-looking husband in the neighborhood. She should be very satisfied with her lot as Mark Brady's wife. So why wasn't she?
I guess I'm just a shrew... she thought miserably. The dimple in her chin wrinkled as she grimaced. Just one of those people who's never satisfied.
She was saying it, but she wasn't believing it.
Despite all her rationalizations that Mark was the best of husbands, Kate still felt cheated. She didn't feel that their marriage was as exciting as it ought to be. There was something missing. Their sex life already seemed stale, a depressing state of affairs considering the "till death do us part" clause in their marriage contract.
Kate didn't like the thoughts that had been running through her head lately. Thoughts about what it would be like to fuck another man.
She didn't like the thoughts, but she kept having them. She had been a virgin when she had married. Mark had been her only real lover. Sometimes she felt cheated to think there were all those handsome men in the world, and she only got to sample one.
The idea of cheating on Mark never really entered her head as a concrete possibility. Instead, she kept trying to come up with ideas to make their relationship more exciting.
This morning's effort was her best yet. She was preparing crepes and peaches and strawberries for breakfast. And with them she planned to serve an ice-cold bottle of champagne. She was all made up and she wore a sheer green negligee. Her plan was to seduce her husband after brunch. And to spend the afternoon deliciously engrossed in the pleasures of fucking.
Her cunt tingled at the prospect of enjoying orgasm after orgasm, each more powerful than the last. It would be like the old days; like the first days and weeks of her marriage. Those had ended all too soon. If Kate had anything to do with it, they would live again... this very day.
She called through the kitchen window. "Mark darling, brunch is almost ready. Why don't you come in and wash up?"
"In a minute, sweetheart. I've just got to plant this last rosebush."
Kate sighed, but she made no protest. It was typical of Mark to become wrapped up in what he was doing and forget all about her. It would probably be another hour before he actually got around to coming inside. Kate bit her lip and fought back the tears. She felt neglected and unappreciated.
And it just wasn't fair. She saw the way men looked at her. They were all thinking what a lucky guy Mark was, she knew that. If it were up to them, she thought, she would be treated like a princess. They wouldn't take her for granted. She wanted to be something special, darn it! Her daddy had always treated her like a princess. She knew she had been spoiled. But why not? Pretty girls deserved lots of attention!
Kate knew she was being a little unreasonable, but the longer her meal waited, the madder she got. And the more unreasonable became her thoughts and delusions of persecution.
I don't think he'd even notice if I sat down at the table with a paper bag over my head and my body covered with feathers, she thought as he finally came down from the bathroom. His hands were clean, but he still wore his grungy old work clothes.
Kate sighed. He wasn't going to spoil this day. No sirreeeee! She'd make it right if she had to drag him up to the bedroom by his cock hairs!
"Well, honey, I sure am glad you could make it." Her smile was so broad, her manner so pleasant, that Mark didn't even scent to notice the rebuke.
"Gee, this looks good, honey!"
"Why, I'm sure it is good, darlin'. It probably would have been a lot better a half-hour ago, but it'll be all right. Here, have some champagne."
She poured them both brimming glassfuls of the bubbling liquid. They both ate with relish. When the meal was over, Mark rose and headed for the back door.
"Mark," Kate called to him in a slow, sensuous voice.
"Yeah, honey?"
"You're not going outside right away, are you? Why don't you come upstairs and take a little nap? Don't you want to sleep off the champagne?"
"A little sweating in the sun will take care of my funny head."
"Mark!" This time her tone was urgent. She felt tears brimming her eyes. She fought them. She didn't want him to know how much she wanted this. She didn't want to scare him off. A long time ago, her mother had explained to her about how she must never let the man think he was being pushed in a direction he didn't want to go. She must let him think the notion was his all along. She stood up. Her negligee clung provocatively to her full lush curves. If Mark got enough exposure to her voluptuous near-nakedness, she was sure he would yield.
"How do you like my new gown, honey?" She stood close to him to make sure he got a good whiff of his favorite perfume. She let her tits rub lightly against his arm while she looked hungrily up at him.
"That's real pretty, Kate. Real pretty. Hey, you little devil... you're up to something, aren't you? You're after my body."
"Golly, am I that easy to see through?" She giggled. "Come on, Mark. Let's go upstairs and... nap." Her clear green eyes wore a seductive stare that belied the innocence of her words. She could feel her cunt tingling under her sheer negligee. Already it was anticipating the hard pressure of Mark's solid cock.
"Okay, honey. Let's hit the hay. I think that champagne did kind of make me unfit for outdoor work."
They giggled like two kids sharing a secret as they climbed the stairs. Within moments of entering the bedroom, Mark had pulled off his clothes and was tearing eagerly at her new negligee. She put up mock resistance. Her twists and turns only gave him a better view of her full upthrusting breasts, her smooth belly, her red-bushed cunt.
"What a woman!" her husband growled as he crawled onto the bed beside her.
"Stop! Stop! You're going to tear it!" She could feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter as their play became more and more frantic. Mark's cock was standing out long and hard from his blond pubic hair. The sight of it brought a low groan from Kate's throat.
God, how she wanted him! It had been almost a week since they'd had a chance to fuck. Mark had been so busy at work. So tired every night.
"Oh darling, you feel so nice. Oh, your cock's so big, baby! Is that for me?"
"You bet your sweet life it is, doll!" With one last determined tug, he pulled her negligee from her body. There was a loud ripping sound, but neither of them paid any attention. He crawled up over her body and poised his turgid cock over her red-fringed cunt.
"Want it, baby?" he asked her excitedly.
"Oh yesssss! Yessss, darling. Give it to meeeee!" Without further preliminaries, he did her bidding. He was far too excited for foreplay. They both wanted to fuck -- no doubt about that. What he wanted to do was sink his prick into her wet cunt as quickly as possible.
He guided the head of his cock toward the yielding entrance of her pussy. He shoved, long and hard and deep. He savored every titillating moment as his prick shoved her cunt-walls apart, massaged them with hard, palpitating meat.
"Aaaaaaaiieeee!"
He was sure every neighbor for miles around would hear her cry of pleasure. And he didn't much give a damn who heard. He and his wife were getting it on -- doing it right -- and he didn't care if the whole world knew it.
"Oh baby... you've got such a sweet pussy. Such sweet pussy!"
Her breath was coming in harsh, uncontrolled gasps. "Oh golly, Mark honey," she gasped. "Do it to me. Ohhh, I need it so bad, sweetheart!"
"Yeah, baby... I'm doing it to you! I'm doing it!"
Neither spoke for a long time as their bodies became lost in the motion of their passionate fuck. Low grunts and groans bleated from their throats. He thrust his cock deep and rhythmically in and out of his wife's wet grasping pussy.
Each time he didn't fuck his wife for a few days, Mark forgot just how velvety smooth and hungry that cunt of hers felt. It gripped his prick strongly, massaging his rigid pole with a hypnotizing rhythm that threatened to drive him over the brink sooner than he wanted. First he had to make her come. Once that duty was done, he would let himself float, the heedless victim of her tantalizing cock-caresses. It was going to be good -- he knew that already.
"Hhhhnnhhhh! Ooohh, golly... golly, it's good!" Kate's long red hair tossed back and forth on the bedspread as she writhed in passionate abandon beneath her husband's pummeling prick. Little lust-darts were ricocheting throughout her awakened body. Her whole being vibrated with the fury of her arousal. She was like a machine -- a machine of a thousand moving parts and no off-switch.
Once aroused, Kate felt she could go on forever like this, savoring the feel of her husband's prick in her cunt. She thrust her hips up furiously to meet his rhythmic in strokes. Her motions goaded him into greater action. She wanted more. Harder! Deeper! Faster! Everything he could give her!
Her arms reached up and wound sensuously around his neck. She pulled his face down toward hers and kissed him. Her tongue drove deep between his lips, exploring. His tongue responded hungrily. They fought a lewd oral duel of tongues while their loins banged together energetically.
Kate's eyes closed. Her whole being concentrated on what was happening in her belly, the hard fucking she was getting from her husband's swollen prick, the rippling massage of his cock on her sensitive cunt-walls.
"Oh yeah... yeahhhhh, that's the way, darling. I love you! Oh golly, yessss! I love you so much, Mark honey!" Her legs were wrapped around his back, locking him to her. He was her love slave. Her little feet pounded his, buttocks, goading him on.
The young husband was becoming thoroughly engrossed in the fervor of his wife's climb to total sexual abandon. He could feel her cunt clasping his prick more and more urgently. Her eyes were closed. The tendons in her neck stood out. She was lost... lost to all reality but that burning in her throbbing pussy.
"Do it to me! Do it to me, Mark baby!" She could feel the climax building, building somewhere deep in the pit of her belly. She wanted to get over so bad... so bad...! Just a little longer!
"Oooohhh, gosh! Ohhhh, Mark! I'm... I'm commmminggg, honey!" She bucked her hips up like a wild thing, ramming her clitoris against his loins to enjoy the thrill of a double release. It seemed like eternity before she gradually began to float back to some realization of who she was and what was happening to her. Then she became aware of that cock once again... the way it was stroking in and out of her sensitive pussy.
And she wanted more of it. She wanted it to go on and on. After nearly a week, she had lots of orgasms stored up inside. She wanted to set every one of them free.
"Did you come, honey? Was it good?" her husband was asking eagerly.
Kate was almost reluctant to tell him. She was afraid he might decide to come too. She didn't want that yet. "Yesss, darling. It was wonderful. Ohhhh, Mark honey, do it to me some more!"
Though he was aware of his wife's insatiable hunger, Mark felt increasingly weak to resist the strong urges building in his gut. He knew Kate would fuck all day if he would give her the chance. But he thought he had the right to his own kind of pleasure too.
Again and again he shoved his prick as deep as it would go into her cunt. He could feel his cock-head banging against the yielding tip of her cervix. It was so deep, so wet, so good. It was as though he had never had pussy before. His cock was on fire. Shit, yeah, it was happening!
"Hey, look out, baby, it's happening!" he bellowed. "I'm coming!" He jerked his loins fitfully down against her cunt. He relished the lewd thought of filling her to overflowing, deep and full of his thick jism. The sensation was so intense that it was almost as if he had had two orgasms in one. Just when it was almost all over, a new wave of feeling swept over him.
"Jeezuz, it's good! It's good, baby!" At last he lay quiet, his load spent, his need sated. After a few moments, he felt her beginning to wriggle slightly under him once again.
"That was so good, Mark honey. Golly, you make me feel nice, baby. Your body is so hard and smooth." The woman was running her hands over his asscheeks, his hips. Then in between them, seeking out the soft shaft of his cock. He jerked back out of her reach.
"Hey, baby, let old John Henry rest awhile."
"Okay." Her voice registered disappointment. But Kate refused to give up hope. If they lay here long enough, she had every hope he'd get it up again.
Just as they were both falling into a light doze, the phone rang. Mark answered it. There was a short, curt conversation that made Kate's heart sink. Once he had hung up, he rose from the bed and started to dress.
"What is it this time?" she asked dismally.
"Problem with that bridge we're putting up out on 49th Street. I've got to get over there and supervise the relief crew."
"Couldn't you tell them no, just once? I was looking forward to this afternoon together so much, Mark." The tears began to flow. She didn't care who knew she was crying now. She hadn't even had time to come down from that nice climax, and he was leaving her. Once again, she was going to have to be satisfied with being half satisfied.
"I know, honey. I'm sorry."
But Kate thought he didn't really look sorry. He was wearing that old look of excitement he always assumed when there was a problem to be solved.
He loved his work. Maybe more than he loved her.
He bent down and kissed her cheek. "I'll try to be home before dark."
"Great! That's just great!" She buried her bead in the pillow. She knew she wasn't being the strong supportive wife, but she couldn't help it. Didn't her feelings count too? Didn't she have the right to let him know how she felt about his obsession with his job?
She heard him call "See you later, honey!" from the lower hall. But she didn't answer.
She planned to spend the afternoon in an orgy of self-pity.
It couldn't compare to the other kind, but it was all she had today. And most days.
Later in the afternoon, she let herself think once again about what it would be like to fuck another man.
Perhaps that cute guy down at the drugstore?
Chapter Three
Kate didn't have much to say to Mark when he finally got back from the construction site around eight-thirty. She was in the bathtub when he came in. She went straight from there to bed and to sleep.
She got up at seven as usual to fix Mark's breakfast. She stood at the window over the sink gazing outside while he ate.
"Are you still pouting about yesterday?" he asked her. He sounded like he was ready for an argument. Kate had no intention of giving it to him.
"No, Mark," she told him in a voice heavy with resignation. "I understand how it is with you. Now I have to learn how to deal with it, that's all."
"What do you mean 'how it is with me'?" he asked crossly. "I'm trying to do a job, Kate. For both of us."
"I know that, Mark." She did know that. But it didn't make her feel any better. She needed him, not his money. At least some of the time.
"Good, I'm glad you understand. It makes me feel happy that I'm not working my ass off for an ungrateful wife." He went to the closet and put on his cap and jacket. He avoided her gaze.
"Mark..." Her voice stopped him just as he was about to leave.
"What?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, baby." Mollified, he went over and kissed her softly on the cheek. "See you tonight."
"What would you like for dinner? I'll fix something special."
He seemed reluctant to reply. "Make whatever you want, honey. I'll probably be late anyway. I'll grab a hamburger someplace. We're falling way behind on this job."
"If you're behind, it's sure not your fault. Have a good day, Mark."
"Bye, honey."
Kate felt discouraged. She did love Mark. But what fun was it to be married to a guy who hardly even had time to share a meal with her? She was young and beautiful. She wanted to live it up, to enjoy life -- while she was still young and beautiful -- not later when she was middle-aged and prosperous.
The redhead cleaned up the breakfast dishes. Then she went into the living room and turned on the TV. For two hours she sat numbly watching game shows and soap serials. She found herself sizing up the men on the screen, wondering how they were as lovers, how they felt about their wives or girl friends.
The sun, was shining brightly through a crack in the drapes. Feeling guilty about wasting a beautiful day, Kate decided to do some work in the garden. It was long overdue for some attention.
Dressed in shorts and halter, the young woman watered the flowers and pulled dandelions from the lawn. Finally the heat began to get to her. She decided to kick back and relax in a lawn chair for a while.
Kate didn't usually drink alone, but she was very thirsty, and a long cool one seemed the perfect thing to quench her thirst. She fixed herself a gin collins.
She sipped her drink and enjoyed the soothing rays of the sun burning down on her. Her body tingled all over from the tantalizing sensations of the sun's warmth soaking into her pores. Protected from the eyes of neighbors and passersby by a seven-foot fence, she took off her halter. It felt wonderful to have her tits bare to the sun's caress. They stood up firm and proud, pink-tipped. Absently, Kate ran her hands over the full swelling orbs. It felt good -- sexy. She began to snooze.
Kate's eyes flew open wide. The shrill female voice invaded her half-doze like a fire engine's wail. She knew the voice sounded familiar, but it was a few moments before she could recognize it.
It was Mary Baxter, her next-door neighbor. But who was John? Mary's husband's name was Harry.
Kate felt herself trembling. Something was going on in the yard next-door. Something that was probably lewd and immoral. Instead of shock, the adventurous redhead felt only curiosity. And a certain inexplicable titillation.
She rose from her chair and made her way in bare feet to the fence bordering the Baxters' property. She found a small knothole and fell to her knees to gaze through it.
It was incredible!
Mary Baxter was spread out naked on a blanket that had obviously been the site of a picnic lunch. The remains of the lunch had been pushed to one side.
There was a naked man kneeling between Mary's legs. His face was poised over the blonde's cunt. His fingertips were holding her pussy-lips apart to give him access to the tender fleshy parts within.
"Ooooohhh, yesss... suck, my pussy like that for me, Johnny! It's wonderful!" The blonde's short-cropped curls jiggled crazily against her head as the woman experienced the tantalizing sensations of the man's tonguing. She was running her hands sensuously over her naked torso, as though trying to drive all the lust-feelings down and out through her sensitized cunt.
"You've got a sweet-tasting little pussy, Mary," he told her. He raised his head and smiled lustfully at his willing victim.
Kate recognized the drugstore delivery boy. Little chills ran up her spine as she realized this very male had been the object of her fantasies last night. After she had been so cruelly deserted by her husband. She saw now her interest had been well placed. John -- she had not known his name till now -- had a fine thick cock hanging ready between his bare thighs.
"Do it same more! Pleeeee-ze... do meeee, Johnny!" Mary's voice had dropped to a low frenzied murmur. But now that she was this close to the lewd couple, Kate had no trouble making out her words.
The pretty voyeur watched closely as the young man bent once again to his lascivious task. His tongue extended to poke at the hardened pink bud of Mary's clitoris. Kate watched it flutter, flailing her neighbor's clitoris like a little rubbery lash.
"Uuuuhhh! Aaaaahh! Johnny... you're so good to meeee!"
Mary was caressing her own nipples. They stood up taut and hard, provoked to excitement by this obscene coupling in the garden.
As John worked furiously between Mary's thighs, Kate felt her own shorts crotch becoming wet with arousal. It had been a long time since Mark had eaten her pussy. A long time. But she hadn't forgotten how good it felt. How tantalizing to have his mouth and lips working her genitals to frenzied excitement.
More than anything, she wanted to know that kind of erotic stimulation again. She spread her knees a little in the dirt of the flower bed, careful not to crush any of the little plants. Then she placed the flat of her hand against her crotch and began to nibble lightly. She could feel her clitoris getting hard inside her shorts. Her fingertips could feel the building moisture under her pussy-hole.
Her other hand caressed her breasts that dangled forward a little as she bent to look through the knothole. Simmering pangs of excitement began to roam unchecked through her body. She had had one orgasm yesterday. But she had been ready for many more. She was easy prey for the lusty sensations attacking her now.
"Hhnnnhhh! Johnny! Ooohh, Johnny!" Mary was actively thrusting her crotch forward, begging for more of her lover's tongue. John had his arms hooked around her thighs. His face was buried in her cunt. Whatever he was doing in there was obviously right. The woman was in a frenzy.
Kate didn't think to ask herself how Mary could do such a thing... how her friend and neighbor could cheat on her husband like this. To the redhead, it seemed obvious. It had been a long time since sex had been that exciting for Kate. If it took a lover to put the zest back into sex, Kate was for it. As of this moment.
Watching her neighbor writhing in ecstasy before a strange man's mouth-caresses had convinced Kate as nothing else could have.
She needed a man! A man who would have time for her lots of time... to make her come and come and come.
The red-headed housewife began to entertain lewd sexual fantasies. Images of herself with a man who made love to her for hours and hours and...
Her cunt was throbbing hotly. She couldn't take it any more.
She pulled back the crotchband and slipped a finger inside. Her wet sensitive pussy throbbed in welcome. She needed stimulation so much. She needed to feel good. The finger pushed right up inside her fleshy cunt. It began to stroke back and forth, in and out. It was all she could do to keep from moaning. It felt sooo good!
"Oh, John! My cunt's on fire! I need you, baby! Fuck me now! Fuck me!" Mary reached down and grabbed her lover's shoulders, trying to pull him up over her.
Obligingly, the young man positioned herself over Mary's outstretched torso. His cock-head sought and found the opening of her cunt. He fell forward heavily on top of her. His cock headed home.
"Jeez! Oh God, it's good! Your cock feels so wonderful inside me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Johnny!" she began to buck up against him, encouraging him to slam it into her cunt again and again.
Kate watched closely as his cunt-slickened cock flashed in and out of Mary's wet welcoming pussy. It was so thick, so swollen with blood. It must feel wonderful inside, she mused.
Acting from pure instinct, the redhead began to ram her finger in and out of her own cunt in time to the sawing rhythm of John's cock in Mary's cunt. She tried to imagine she had a cock inside, but it wasn't thick enough. She put two fingers together, and used them as a fake prick. It felt better... much better.
Golly... uuuhhh, that's so nice! In Kate's vivid imagination, she was being fucked senseless by an unknown lover while she kneeled shamelessly in the dirt of her garden. It felt so exciting, she wanted to be able to move her fingers more freely. She pulled down the zipper of her shorts and worked one leg free. Now the flimsy garment hung around one knee while Kate reamed her cunt enthusiastically.
She imagined what she must look like, kneeling naked in the dirt spying on her neighbor while she played with herself. The image thrilled her. She could feel her cunt getting hotter and hotter. It was wonderful! She hadn't felt this good in a coon's age.
"Ooooh, Joh-h-h-nny!" Mary's voice had acquired an eerie, inhuman quality. She was obviously off somewhere in her own little world. A hot, fiery world of sex. "Do it! Do it! Uuuuh. God-d-d! I'm... I'm coming!"
Kate watched the other woman's face contort as her release flowed through her. Then the sensual frenzy on her features seemed to become even more intense. That big prick was still fucking relentlessly in and out of her cunt. It hadn't slowed or stopped.
"Yes... yes, darling! More! Give me more!"
The redhead watched admiringly as the young drugstore clerk continued to work his thick prick expertly in and out of Mary's pussy. Jeepers! she thought. He's gonna keep on doing it! Mary... you lucky stiff you!
She recalled with dismay how much she had wanted her husband to keep fucking her the previous day. But no! He couldn't hold out! He had come in her almost immediately. How wonderful it would be to have a lover like John! One with all that energy to keep on going...
Kate was wallowing in the self-love that she had learned as a young girl. When she had been Daddy's darling... his beautiful baby. She was a beautiful woman now, and she expected to be heated as such. She expected to be fussed over and paid attention to. Her husband just was not fulfilling those needs.
She deserved better. She deserved a man who would make her feel as good as her fingers were making her feel right now. It was delicious the way her cunt-muscles were rippling with sensation. Her whole being was aroused. She was alive! She was feeling good!
That was what Kate Brady wanted from life. Not lonely days and nights and a husband who was too tired to attend to her needs mast of the time!
"Oh God, John! God, it's good!"
Mary's words brought Kate abruptly back to the reality of what was happening in the neighboring yard.
She saw John pull his cock slowly all the way out of Mary's pussy. While the naked blonde mewled in frustration, he turned her over onto hands and knees. Then once again he guided his cock-head to her cunt-slit and shoved. He was fucking her doggie-fashion now.
Kate watched fascinated. Her little pink tongue protruded between her lips. She was intensely excited by what she was witnessing. It seemed obscenely appropriate that John should fuck Mary doggie-style while they were out in the yard, coupling like two shameless animals in heat.
Kate tilted her own ass salaciously in the air, imagining that she too was being fucked from behind. Her fingers flew in and out of her cunt. Her cunt-hole was so wet now that her finger-fucking was making a loud sluicing sound.
Golly, it would be so nice if I could have a cock inside me now! the redhead thought wistfully. But she was alone. So her fingers continued to perform their lewd task, massaging her cunt-walls to rousing excitement. Her pussy clung to her fingers on each outstroke. Feeling the erotic spasms of her own lust drove Kate to the brink of distraction. She began to look forward to that orgasm that hovered somewhere deep in her belly.
John's thick sleek prick rammed rhythmically in and out of Mary's clinging cunt-hole. Kate thought she could see the pink flesh tugging on his cock, trying to coax him back up inside. She looked at the man and saw the beads of sweat budding all over his lean muscular torso.
Gosh, he's cute, she thought. Oh, I'd love to touch him.
"Johnny! Johnny!" Mary wailed. "It's so good! So good! Gawd, I don't know." The woman seemed to be begging for help. Her voice sounded almost as though she were crying. Obviously the intensity of the feelings John's cock was dealing her was almost more than she could bear.
She was a quivering, moaning mass of arousal. The eager, willing slave of a swollen, pummeling cock!
Kate's fingers strove mightily to keep up with the intense pace of John's cock. She could feel her cunt palpitating, trembling on the brink of a gigantic release.
Oooohh, golly, it's coming! Just as her belly began to explode with the incredible ferocity of orgasm, Kate realized that the couple on the other side of the fence were also facing a crisis.
"Oooooohh! You're making me come again, darling! Wonderful! Aaaggghbh!" Again Mary's asscheeks were churning against him, her cunt soaking up the tantalizing vibrations of the fuck.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" John had not said a thing for some time. His voice sounded strange to Kate. She had been viewing the happenings in the next yard as a kind of fantasy. A woman's fantasy where cock was king, but the man was only there to do the woman's bidding, to answer her fervent moans with more hard fucking. Now she was forced to see John as a real living creature as he grunted out his ecstasy into her girlfriend's cunt.
"Uuuuh, baby! Uuhhhh, baby!" When his cock was finally pumped empty of its boiling load, he fell down onto the blanket on his belly next to Mary. They began to speak in a low whisper. Kate couldn't make out what they were saying. But from time to time Mary would giggle.
The watching redhead felt jealous of her pretty blonde neighbor. Mary was enjoying the kind of total sensual intimacy that she herself so craved. That was what she had been after yesterday afternoon. But instead of a slow, sultry afternoon of lovemaking she had had one quick fuck. No one to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Mark was far too busy for that.
Despite the rousing intensity of her orgasm, Kate began to fall into a black depression. It had felt good to make herself come, but it would have been so much nicer to have someone there to talk to, to lie there with. Someone to climb back up to a sexual peak with.
Kate rose to her feet and pulled her shorts back on. She picked up her halter and her empty drink glass and went back into the house. She fixed herself another gin collins and sat down in front of the TV. There was a movie on. A movie about a woman stranded on a desert island with four men.
Lucky stiff! Kate thought miserably as she sipped her drink.
As the mood of the film became more fraught with sexual and emotional tension, Kate felt her own tension building. The alcohol was once again loosening her inhibitions. She had been very generous with the gin this time around.
Again her pussy was pulsing inside her shorts. She opened her fly and began to massage her half-erect clitoris. It tingled expectantly under her touch. She realized she was ready for another release.
While the TV blared on, Kate sipped gin and massaged her pussy-slit. She enjoyed a second climax and later a third. By the time her husband came home, she was sleeping peacefully on the couch.
Before she had fallen asleep, though, Kate had made a plan. She was not going to go on feeling neglected. It was time for a little self-help.
Obviously the best person to go to for advice was Mary Baxter.
Chapter Four
When Kate dropped in on Mary the next morning, Harry Baxter had still not left for work.
Kate felt a little embarrassed in Harry's presence. Poor sucker, she thought. I bet he doesn't know anything about Mary's little fun on the side. Harry was almost fifteen years older than his wife, and Mary figured he must just be over the bill. After all, Mark was no ball of fire in bed any more -- and he was only twenty-six. Imagine what must happen to a man in his forties! Kate didn't know. But she had her ideas.
She greeted him awkwardly. "It sure is nice to see you, Harry. We'll have to have the two of you over for supper again one of these nights. If Mark ever doesn't have to work late, that is."
"I'd like that, Kate. You two are good company."
Kate had noticed that Harry always seemed to miss her eyes when he looked at her. His gaze seemed to land somewhere between her waist and her neck every time. She hoped Mary didn't notice her husband ogling her tits. She might get the wrong idea -- think Kate was flirting or something.
That was the last thing on Kate's mind. She had no intention of satisfying her lusts on her neighbors' husbands. She wanted to find her own men -- preferably unattached.
"How would you like a cup of coffee, honey?" Kate thought Mary looked like a pretty little girl with her hair wrapped in a wide polka-dot headband and her face free of makeup. It hardly seemed like the same woman who had been writhing so wildly under the drugstore clerk's cock yesterday afternoon.
"I'd love one." Kate realized that she herself wasn't exactly the same woman she had been yesterday. She'd come to a lot of realizations -- and made a lot of decisions since then.
What she had decided excited her.
She didn't feel the least bit guilty. Her mother and daddy had always taught her she deserved the best of everything. And all she was going to do was see that she got what she deserved.
She deserved lots of loving and lots of attention from men. That was what she was after.
Once Harry had left for work, Kate wasted no time in explaining to Mary just what she had seen yesterday and how it had affected her. She had always been a straightforward person. She didn't feel particularly shy in discussing such delicate matters with another woman.
Mary laughed when she learned that Kate had been on the other side of the fence when she and John were fucking.
"Did it turn you on?"
Kate blushed only a little. "Why, it sure did! Jeepers, Mary, no woman made out of flesh and blood could have watched that and stayed dry. I just had to play with myself a little to ease the pain."
Mary laughed delightedly. "You should have come over and joined us. I'm sure John would have loved it. I think that stud could handle about six women and keep them all satisfied."
"Yes... I thought he looked very... energetic."
"Energetic is not the word. After an afternoon with Johnny, I feel like my cunt's been run through by a freight train. But it's worth it... worth ever minute."
"He seemed wonderful, Mary." Kate tried to approach the subject delicately. "I guess Harry... well, I guess men tend to slow down once they get pest a certain age. Does he know you have another man?"
Mary only laughed harder. "Harry? Slowing down? Why, that sweet prick of his never quits. He'll still be getting it on when he's a hundred!"
Kate looked puzzled. "Thea why...?"
"Why have I got a lover -- or lovers? Johnny's not the only one, honey. Simple. Harry told me when we got married that he could never be a one-woman man -- that if I married him I'd have to put up with his getting a little on the side. I said that was fine with me as long as he didn't mind if I did likewise. So, here we are -- the perfect married couple. It's great! You know what they say, Kate. Variety's the spice of life. And I like it spicy!"
Despite herself, Kate was shocked. "You mean you both... fool around? And you don't mind?"
"Mind? Heck, no. I'd find life pretty boring without it. No one person's enough for any other ace person, as far as I'm concerned."
"Could be you're right, Mary. I know Mark's not enough for me. That's why I got so excited watching you and John yesterday. I never get enough sex."
Mary reached over the table and patted her friend's hand. "That's no good, Kate. Believe me. I put up with that kind of shit with my first husband -- for ten months. Then I made a quick exit. If I'm only going to live once, I want to do it fucking. I wasn't cut out to be a nun."
Kate spoke with conviction. "Me either. I decided yesterday that I want to find a lover... or lovers. Somebody to appreciate me. To pay attention to me. I'm tired of playing second fiddle to a bulldozer."
"Good for you, Kate. You're a good-looking woman. You don't have to put up with any kind of shit you don't want to. There's plenty of men who would give their right arm to get close to a woman like you."
"The thing is... I still love Mark. I don't want to hurt him. I don't want him to think... well, that he's not a man or something."
"So why does he have to know? If he's at work as often as you say, you'll have lots of chances to play."
"I know. It's just that... I've never done anything like this before. I've always been faithful." Doubts that she didn't know she had were coming to the surface. Kate realized she wasn't going to shed a lifetime of indoctrination as easily as she'd thought.
Her doubts, though, didn't shake her conviction. She had had it with feeling sorry for herself.
"The good and faithful may have first shot at heaven," Mary suggested sarcastically, "but they sure don't have much fun while they're here."
"You're right, Mary. I haven't changed my mind. I just had to think a little about what it all means, that's all."
"Why don't you come on down to the rumpus room, honey? I've got something I'd like to show you."
The rumpus room was in the basement. It was decanted with a large bar and lots of cushions and couches. Definitely a room built for comfort.
"I know it's early, Kate. But I think we could both use a little pick-me-up. What do you say?"
The redhead hesitated. It seemed awfully decadent to be taking a drink at this hour of the morning. But what the heck! She wasn't alone, for one thing. And anything Mary wanted to do was all right with her. Kate had gained a new respect for the older woman yesterday. She admired Mary's guts.
"Okay. But easy on the hard stuff."
"Right you are, girl." She prepared each of them a concoction of vodka and coffee-flavored liqueur.
"Delicious."
"Aren't they? Now I've got some entertainment for us. And believe me, it sure beats soap serials."
Mary went to a projector at the back of the room and fitted on a movie reel. She flicked off the lights and started the film. Then she took a seat next to Kate on the cushions.
Kate was surprised. She certainly hadn't expected to be watching home movies this morning. She wasn't sure she was in the mood. She would rather have talked to Mary some more.
She kept her eyes on the screen though. After a few meaningless blurbs and flickers, the camera focused on a living room. It was the Baxters' living room. Mary walked onto the screen and opened the front door. There was a pretty young girl standing on the porch, weeping. Mary put her arms around the girl and led her inside. There was no sound, but it was obvious that the older woman was trying to console her visitor.
"Golly, what fun!" Kate exclaimed. "Acting out your own movies! It's like watching something on TV. You look really pretty in that robe, Mary."
"Thanks, honey. Just hold on. The best is yet to come."
While the women watched, the scene before them became more intense. The younger woman lay with her head on Mary's lap, apparently inconsolable. Finally Mary opened the front of her robe. She was naked underneath. She offered the girl her full swelling tit for comfort.
Kate's eyes grew wide with astonishment as she watched the pretty girl suck hungrily on her friend's ripe tit. She wasn't sure what to make of it at first. Then she realized she was watching a home porno movie.
Her suspicions were verified as the young girl's despair gradually changed into lust. She began to suck avidly on lint one and then the other of the blonde's lush breasts. Her hands ran searchingly over Mary's belly until they discovered her lightly furred cunt. The look of ecstasy on the older woman's face as a finger invaded her cunt made Kate tremble with vicarious excitement.
Incredible! Her girl friend was letting her know by this roundabout way that she liked to make love to women! Kate had never suspected... not for a minute! But the idea was titillating. The women on the screw looked like they were enjoying themselves immensely.
The redhead felt that she ought to say something to her friend -- to acknowledge what she was seeing on the screen. But she felt awkward. Suddenly she felt shy and inexperienced next to her worldly friend.
Mary broke the ice for her.
"Well, what do you think, darling?"
Kate felt a hand on her knee. While her brain struggled with the implications of this whole bizarre scene, Kate took a long draught of her drink for moral support.
"I know it seems kind of... shocking, at first. But really, when you think about it, that's so shocking, Kate? Don't women have the right to rely on each other when men make them feel like shit?"
Kate hesitated. Then she experienced a surge of conviction. "Yes... yes, sure they do. Jeepers, I suppose women know a whole lot more about each other than they'll ever know about men."
"Exactly. That's why we have to stick together. Sometimes there is no man around when you need him. Sometimes I think I'll never need another man as long as I live... not if I can help it." She smiled sheepishly. Kate could barely make out her expression in the dim glow from the screen. "Of course, that always turns out to be a bit unrealistic. I've had to admit it. I need cock. But pussy has its own virtues. Ever tried it, Kate?"
The younger woman wasn't sure, but she thought Mary's hand was working its way up along the inside of her thigh. She didn't dare look... not yet. She wanted to learn more... but she was scared. Just plain scared.
Her eyes went back to the screen. Things were getting serious there now. The two women were writhing naked on the carpet together, their faces buried in each other's pussies. It was apparent from the gyrations of their smooth lush bodies that they were riding the peaks of ecstasy.
"Looks like fun, doesn't it?"
Kate had to admit that it did. She was so preoccupied with the picture before her that she made no protest when Mary's hand reached her panty-covered cunt under her skirt. The blonde slipped two fingers under the material and probed Kate's clitoris.
"Aaaggghhh!" Pleasure-sensations darted throughout the redhead's body. She hadn't realized how ready she was, but her body obviously was eager for more of the lewd titillation.
And Mary gave it to her. She slipped a finger right up into Kate's cunt-hole and began to saw it back and forth.
"Oooooh... golly, that's nice! Mmmmm! Do it to me some more!" Her fear had evaporated like smoke in a wind. Now all that was on Kate's mind was that delicious finger-teasing racking her neglected pussy. She didn't want it to stop! Not now. Maybe it was wrong to let a woman play with her like this, but it felt so good. And right now that was all that was important to young Kate.
"Oh, Kate!" Mary groaned beside her. "Your pussy feels so damned good, honey. Tightest little thing I ever sank my fingers into! Mmmm! I want to taste it, Kate!"
Before the redhead fully realized what was happening, Mary had positioned herself between her thighs. She was reaching forward, tugging at Kate's panties. Kate pulled her knees up to her chest, cooperating fully with her friend's attempt to bare her cunt. When her panties were off, she set her legs back down on either side of Mary's kneeling body. She was naked from the waist down, her dress pushed up lewdly to give Mary access to her red-haired pussy.
Mary reached forward and parted the lips of her friend's moistening cunt. She was a little surprised by how easily Kate was taking to her seduction. And excited too. Obviously Kate was a very sensual woman. It would be fun to make love to her.
"Jee-zuz, you've got a pretty little pussy, honey! All those tight little red curls! Mmm, you're beautiful, baby."
Without warning, the blonde bent forward arid jabbed her tongue against the erect nub of Kate's clitoris.
"Aaaaaiiiieee! Jeepers... uuuuuh, Mary!" Kate's whole body shook with the intensity of her response to that tongue on her pussy. It had been such a long time since anyone had done this for her. It felt so darned good!
"Is that good, Kate? Uh, baby, I want to make you feel so good!" Thoroughly excited now by her seduction of her lovely red-headed neighbor, Mary went to work in earnest. She ran her tongue around and around the swollen tip of Kate's clitoris. Then she ran it up and down her cunt, adding her own saliva to the wetness of her friend's juices. From time to time she would stab her tongue just a little way into Kate's flaring cunt-hole.
"Uuuuuhhh, mmmiii... oooohhh Mary!" It was almost as if the redhead had never felt a mouth on her cunt before. There was something so sensitive, so totally erotic about the way Mary was making love to her. She seemed to know exactly how much pressure to put here... how hard to flutter her tongue there. Being sucked by Mary was like a carnival of sensual delights. It was the experience of a lifetime for the relatively innocent young wife.
The movie was almost totally forgotten now. Mary was too busy eating Kate's pussy. Kate was too enthralled by the feelings rippling through her body. She closed her eyes and let her head loll back against the pillow.
She concentrated on that tongue working between her cunt-lips. She knew exactly where it was every minute. Her mental excitement, intensified by the alcohol she had drunk, added to the titillation of the physical experience. Mary was bringing the younger woman to the heights of arousal in record time.
Mark almost never bothered with foreplay. This was what Kate needed so badly. This kind of loving attention focused on her hot sensitive pussy. She needed to explore the vast potential of her sexy, hungry body.
"Oooohhh, Mary! Mary! Give me more! Pleee-ze! Golly, it's so good!"
Mary's tongue was flailing invitingly inside Kate's quivering cunt. She was drawing the demons of lust from the depths of the redhead's frustrated belly. Kate drew up her knees, spread her legs even farther to let Mary get even deeper inside her.
She wanted to get it out. The simmering explosion that was driving her to distraction.
She reached down and grabbed hold of Mary's short blonde curls. She held the other woman's face close to her, pussy. If only that maddening titillation would go on just a few minutes longer!
Just like that...
Mary put all her energy into satisfying her girl friend's need for release. Thinking only of pleasing that hot wet pussy in front of her, she buried her face deep against Kate's cunt. Her nose pressed against the redhead's clitoris. Her tongue flickered in and out, in and out of the other woman's cunt. She could feel Kate's pussy-muscles tensing convulsively.
It was a sure sign that a crisis was near.
"AAAAgghhh! Yessss! Just a little more, Mary! Aaahh... I'm... I'm... commm-ing-g-g!" Her cunt throbbed against the older woman's face. Her hips churned out of control. Her whole being quaked as though it had just been shaken by an earthquake.
Gradually, though, Kate's hold on the blonde's hair relaxed. She was drifting now, enjoying the aftermath of her release.
At last she opened her eyes and looked at her friend. "Mary... thank you. That was so nice." She felt a surge of affection for her pretty friend.
With soft caresses, she coaxed the other woman to lay on top of her. Their lips met in a long searching kiss that matched tongue against tongue.
It was many minutes before the women realized that the projector had shut itself off. The movie was over. It hadn't gotten too much attention during the last half of the run. But it had done its job.
It had brought together two sensuous women, united them in the lascivious bonds of carnal knowledge.
"Why don't we take our clothes off, darling?" Mary suggested at last. "I want to get to know you better... I haven't even seen your breasts yet."
Once naked, the women again became entwined in frantic sexual activity. Kate achieved many firsts in the long hours they spent together. Learning what it was like to suck a woman's breast... to eat her pussy... to sink a finger deep into a strange cunt. It was an erotic experience she would never forget.
The redhead was glad she had come to Mary for advice. Already Mary was teaching her the limitless joys of sex with another woman.
Kate's sexual adventures had begun.
Chapter Five
Kate and Mary spent many hours over the next few days exploring each others bodies.
Mary had a lot to teach.
Kate had a lot to learn. And never was any student more devoted to her studies.
At last Kate talked Mary into following up on a plan they had hatched together. On an afternoon when Kate expected Mark to be working late, the two women dressed up in low-cut cocktail dresses and went down to a notorious bar near the waterfront.
They were looking far a pick-up. Kate had never done anything this daring in her life, and her panties were already wet with excitement as they sat on bar stools and sipped Manhattans.
It wasn't long before a couple of off-duty sailors mapped at the bait. They positioned themselves on either side of the two women at the bar.
"You girls all alone?" the taller and builder of the two asked.
Kate giggled. The alcohol and the daring of what they were doing were making her giddy. "Golly... yes. We've never visited this part of town before. We dropped in here when we got thirsty."
"You girls still thirsty? Bartender! Another round for the ladies!" The younger man was thin and almost boyish-looking. But his eyes betrayed an experience far beyond his years.
"Why, thank you kindly." Kate giggled again.
"Don't mind my friend," Mary commented dryly. "She's new in the city. She's not used to sophisticated city men like yourselves."
"Huh?" The bigger man looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh yeah. I know what it's like when you're fresh off the farm. This a lot of things for a girl to learn." He winked suggestively at his buddy.
The smaller man picked up on his friend's train of thought. "If there's anything you girls would like to learn about, we'd be glad to help ya. We've been around."
Mary seemed slightly amused by the men. They noticed, and kept their distance from her. Kate, on the other hand, seemed wide-eyed and interested. The men took turns telling her tall tales of the sea.
"Jeepers, you boys must have been half the world already. I sure do like to hear about faraway places. You're so lucky."
"Lucky to have met a couple of pretty ladies like you," the boy quipped with half-mocking gallantry.
"Oooohh, golly. You're just saying that."
"Heck, no. I think you're just about the best-looking lady I've ever seen in my whole life."
Kate blushed and giggled. She knew instinctively what would make men like her. She realized these sailors would appreciate a woman who appreciated tern -- and who didn't have too much going on in the brains department. The redhead was enjoying their attention and flattery. It made her feel important... made her feel desired. She began to think about what it would be like to make love to either of these men... or both of them. The idea titillated her. She was horny as could be. And her daring situation was making her hungrier than ever.
"My name's Kate. And this here's my girl friend, Mary. What are your names?"
"I'm Hank," the big one told her. "The boy's called Slim. But don't let that fool you. He's strong as an ox and horny as a rabbit." He winked.
Kate didn't object when Slim slipped an arm around her waist. She could feel her pussy tingling inside her panties. When he leaned in close to her, she discovered that he already had a hard-on. His thick bulge pressed promisingly against her hip.
Kate stared wide-eyed up at Slim. His hard eyes seemed to look straight through her, to undress her. She realized he would be a hard and energetic lover. It was written all over his face -- in his fierce lusty leer.
"See what I've got for you, baby?" he half-whispered.
"Oohhh... yes," she murmured. She let him kiss her. His mouth was harsh and demanding. The way his tongue penetrated her lips and searched deep inside her mouth made her cunt throb with eager excitement.
When Kate finally came up for air, she found that Mary was kissing Hank. The sight titillated her. She had been afraid at first that Mary wouldn't want to go through with their plan. She seemed so cool.
Kate understood now that Mary's way of dealing with men was to be cool. Just as her own way was to flirt and giggle and flatter the male ego. Obviously both techniques worked. Hank looked like he was more than a little interested in Mary. His hand was clutching impatiently at her cunt-mound through her dress.
Kate was shocked. Right out in public -- touching a cunt! Then she realized that in a bar like the one they were in nobody cared what anybody else did. They could probably fuck right here on the floor and people would just step right over them.
"Hey," Hank said. "I happen to know that the management of this joint can be talked into renting a room. How would you girls like to retire to some place more quiet for a few hours?"
"Whatever you say, honey?" Mary's voice was an octave lower than usual. She was excited!
"Jeepers, sugar... that sounds like fun!" Kate giggled wildly. The prospect of what was about to happen made her pussy throb in anticipation.
"Let's go!" Slim grabbed Kate's hand and led her upstairs. The other two followed close behind.
"Golly, what a dump!" Kate couldn't restrain a gut reaction to the small bedroom the men rented. The bed sagged. The bedspread looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a decade. The furniture was dusty. Dingy lace curtains hung limply from the curtain rod. The view was a brick wall across the alley.
"What does it matter?" Hank asked. "For what we want it for, it doesn't have to be the Hilton."
Kate conceded that he was right. In fact it heightened the appeal of what she was doing to be in such depraved surroundings. It was like a scene from a grade-B movie. Which she and her friends were about to convert into a blue movie.
The men wasted no time in preparing the women for action. They lay Kate and Mary down side by side on the bed and undressed them. When the girls were naked, the men stared lustfully at their sexy bodies while they undressed.
The women gasped when they saw two swollen cocks leap into view almost simultaneously.
"My goodness, Hank," Mary groaned. "What a nice big prick you have!"
"The better to fuck you with, my dear." He leered wolfishly at her and guffawed loudly. Then he threw himself down full-length on top of her. He kissed her face, her neck, then started to work down...
"What do you think of this, baby?" Slim asked.
Kate was staring at him wide-eyed, her gaze fixed on his thick long cock. He held it and waved it at her.
"Golly... why..." Kate was having trouble finding the right words. Her husband's was the only cock she had seen in her life, until John's the other day. She had assumed they were all more or less the same.
But Slim's prick was longer and thicker by far than either Mark's or John's. Kate began to imagine how it would feel to have something so big massaging the walls of her hungry cunt. She could hardly wait to find out! She wriggled her asscheeks invitingly down against the bedspread.
"It's a beautiful cock," she said at last. "I can hardly wait to feel it inside. Jeepers, I didn't even know cocks got that big!"
"You keep saying things like that, baby, and it'll grow at least another inch." Slim was obviously proud of his good-sized cock. Nothing turned him on more than a woman who really knew how to appreciate a good swollen cock the size of his. Some women shrank in fear from it. He had known even before they had come upstairs that Kate wasn't going to be one of those kinds of girls.
She was cock-hungry and eager. No doubt about it!
He got on his knees at the end of the bed and held his cock in his hand. The swollen head was pointed straight along the line of Kate's slightly parted pussy-lips. He looked from her cunt to her face and back again.
"Why don't you suck my prick, baby?" he suggested lewdly.
"Why I..." Her hesitation lasted only a moment. Suddenly Kate wanted to feel that smooth swollen organ in her mouth like she had never wanted anything in her life. She positioned herself on hands and knees in front of his prick, so her nose was only centimeters away from the bulbous cock-tip.
She stuck out her tongue.
"Aaahhhh, jeez...!" the man whimpered as her tongue brushed his sensitive glans. "Sweet lips, baby! You got sweet lips!"
"Mmmmm, tastes good!" she murmured. And she set about the task of trying to fit her mouth to his huge cock. First she sucked hungrily on the head, as far as the sexy ridge that separates tip and cock-shaft. Then, slowly, she started to work her lips down... down.
"Jee-zuz Christ! She's got the whole fucking thing in her mouth! Shit, woman! That's sensational!"
Never in his life had Slim met a woman who could get all his swollen prick inside her mouth.
Never until this very moment!
He watched hypnotized as she began to work her head back along his cock-shaft. The sight of his saliva-slick prick emerging from between her lips drove him wild! His cock glistened all the way down to the hairs around the base.
"Uhhhh, yeah! Jeez! That's the way!" The man's voice fell to a throaty grunt as the redhead began to suck rhythmically back and forth along his turgid cock. Her mouth coated his cock with a film of saliva.
While he reveled in the sensations teasing his prick, Slim watched Hank and the blonde getting it on the other side of the bed. Hank had planted kisses all the way down to her crotch, and now his face was buried up between her legs. He had turned around so they were in a sixty-nine position. She had his cock between her lips and was sucking it hungrily.
"Hot dog, Hank!" Slim said. "You got yourself a hot one, too!"
The blonde was moaning while she sucked and laved the swollen contours of the big man's cock. She thrust her cunt enthusiastically into Hank's face while she worked, goading him on.
"Shit, baby!" he growled. "This is the best-tasting pussy I ever ate! And it really knows how to move too!"
That was all Slim saw of the coupling between Mary and Hank for several moments. Kate had taken his swollen balls into her mouth, and was sucking on them. The pleasure-jolts were so intense it was all the young man could do to keep from falling over. He closed his eyes and grasped her long hair.
"Wowwweee, honey! That's it! Keep at it!" He guided her head back and forth along his prick, grinning crazily as the sensations became more and more intense.
When he again opened his eyes, things had changed between Hank and Mary. She was bent over, on hands and knees, her ass waving salaciously up at his big friend. He was guiding his prick toward the inviting crack between her asscheeks.
"Mmmmm, yesss, lover! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
But what she got was obviously not what Mary was expecting.
"Aaiieee, God, no! Not like that! It's too much! Too hard! You're hurting meeee!"
Slim's jaw dropped open in amazement as he realized Hank had sunk his prick all the way into the blonde's asshole!
"Jee-zuz Christ, Hank!" he exclaimed. "That's wild, buddy!" He pumped his prick more strenuously back and forth between the redhead's lips. What she was doing to him combined with what he was watching was making the young sailor intensely excited. He could feel the blood pumping furiously through his loins. Something was going to give if he didn't get a hold on himself.
Seized by a sudden desire to sink his prick in hot pussy, he shoved Kate hard so she sprawled back onto the mattress.
"What the..." But she had little time to protest before he had fallen on top of her and was sinking his prick deep into her needing cunt. As hungry as she was for cock, the first penetration hurt!
"Uuuuhhhh!" she mewled. She began to moan softly as the sailor pumped his prick in and out of her clinging cunt. It took only moments before the protests of pain turned into loud proclamations of pleasure. "Ohhhh, golly, yesss! My pussy feels so good, Slim honey! Mmmmm, I like it like that!"
"Like that" was as hard and as deep and as fast as Slim could do it. It had been two months of sea-tune since the youth had been fucked. He was hungry for it. And this tight-gripping little cunt was the sweetest thing he had ever felt cm his prick!
Thinks were happening so fast for Kate that she scarcely had time to worry about her girl friend next to her. "Aaaggghhh!" she bleated as Slim's cock continued to penetrate her cunt quickly and deeply.
She looked over at Mary, whose face was facing hers. The older woman was staring unseeing into space. Her face wore an odd expression, as though she wasn't sure if she ought to laugh or cry.
"You all right, Mary?" Kate asked softly. Slim's fucking was too furious to allow her much time to wait for an answer. She began to moan wantonly once again.
Mary didn't answer Kate. It wasn't clear whether she had heard the other woman at all. Suddenly she seemed to emerge from her state of half-pleasure, half-pain. She was lost now in the pleasure zone, her pain forgotten.
"Shit, yesss! Do it to me like that! Fuck my ass, lover! Stretch my asshole! I love it! I love it!"
For just a moment Kate was wrenched out of her mindless ecstasy. She was shocked! She hadn't realized her girl friend was getting it in the ass. She had thought Mary just had a tight cunt and was having trouble taking Hank's cock. The thought of the lewd act that was taking place right next to her on the bed made her quiver.
How depraved they were being!
The inexperienced redhead had never really believed people did things like fucking each other in the ass. Now she was right here where it was happening.
"Oh golly!" she groaned excitedly. "Mary... that's wild! You really are something, Mary!" She reached over and caressed her girl friend's shoulder while she let herself concentrate on the incredible stroking sensations of Slim's cock in her pussy.
Once again the redhead realized why she loved her blonde girl friend so much. Mary had more guts, more sense of adventure than anybody she had ever known. Anybody!
And that definitely included her hard-working husband.
It was indescribably titillating to be in this shabby bedroom involved in this wild orgy with two strange men and her girl friend. If it hadn't been for Mary, Kate might never have known how to get herself into a provocative situation like this.
She was loving every minute of it. This was being sexy. And that was what Kate felt she had been born to be.
"Ooooohhhh... jeepers... Slim, you have such a wonderful cock!" Kate wailed. She began to hunch her hips upward, to drive her cunt right up the pole of Slim's cock. She loved the feel of his groin slamming against hers. It gave her clitoris a renewed pang of lusty excitement every time their loins banged together.
"Man, I could fuck this sweet pussy of yours forever!" Slim's breath was coming in short brutal bursts. He was expending all in one effort the sexual energy he'd been storing up during the two months aboard ship. Now he reveled in the smooth clinging wetness of the tight cunt that was taking his ruthless fucking so enthusiastically. He didn't believe this woman. She took his cock like a pro... in the mouth... in the cunt... And still her cunt was as tight as they come!
"Mmmmm, golly! Slim, you're such a good lover!" Kate's eyes were closed. Her red hair flew from side to side around her head. She was totally absorbed in the sensations flooding her wet welcoming belly. She had never enjoyed a fucking so much! Never! She wanted it to go on and on...
Only vaguely was Kate still aware of the couple fucking next to her on the bed. The aroma of pure sex in the room filled her senses... turned her into pure animal. Hungry for cock. Eager for orgasm.
"Hnnnnhh! Do it! Deeper! Harder!"
Slim was amazed. He was already ramming his cock as hard and as deep as he could. And still she wanted more. Incredible! He redoubled his efforts over her sopping pussy, clenching his teeth to keep from giving in to the powerful instinct to come right now.
Hank and Mary were thoroughly absorbed in their eager embrace. The big man had always had a passion for fucking chicks in the ass. He was pleased the blonde had turned out to like it as he did. The pain at the start was something he expected from the woman. To watch her get so excited... to turn on completely to his anal retention... was a thrill Hank never tired of.
"Shit, it's such a sweet, tight little asshole!" he grunted obscenely. He could feel the pressure building in his balls. It wouldn't be much longer before the clinging pressure of her asshole walls would bring him over the top to climax. "Ohhhh, baby, you're really doing it to me!" he told the blonde in a burst of orgiastic passion.
"Hhhhhnnnhh, God! I love it like this! It's so good-d-d!" Mary had been fucked in the ass before, but only by her husband. She had discovered a new thrill in getting it this way from a total stranger. The horny housewife began to thrust her ass harshly back to meet the sailor's thrusts. She wanted that cock deep. She wanted it to wrench every last little tremor of sensation from her quivering body.
The wanton foursome writhed and fucked energetically on the bed for long moments. Each was only vaguely aware of anything beyond the immediacy of his or her own partner and the tingles in his or her body. But there was an overall aura of eroticism, of intimacy that joined them all in a lewd bond.
They had met as strangers, hungry for sex, for perverse thrills.
For a few hours, they would fulfill each other's base needs... investigate every nook and cranny of each other's bodies.
From time to time the women would reach out and stroke each other, just to know the other was there. They were building together... looking for climax.
Kate got there first.
She felt the first waves of the flood sneak up on her and carry her off in a mindless tide of release. "Oooohhh, golly-y-y! It's happening, lovers! I'm commmm-ing-g-g!"
Something inside Mary's subconscious registered her friend's response and Mary too was gone. It had taken Kate's wails to trigger her own explosion.
"I love it! I love it! I'm coming too, Kate baby!" Even as it was happening to her, Mary was aware of the ironic humor of her coming to Kate instead of to the man who was fucking her ass.
The men had been waiting for the women to come so they too could let go.
"Shit, here it comes, baby!" Slim told the quivering Kate. "Deep into that sweet cunt of yours!"
"Uuuuuhhh, I'm going to fill your fucking asshole full of it!" Hank exclaimed in a torrent of passionate release. "Shit-t-t! Oh baby!"
Low mewls and mutters of pleasure were all that could be heard in the room for several long minutes. It was the men, who had gone without sex for so long, who were the first to revive. By common consent, they changed partners and began to feel up the smooth, voluptuous contours of their second woman of the afternoon.
It was after eight by the time the women left the bar. Kate was elated by the intoxicating sex experience she had just enjoyed. But she was at the same time a little worried. If Mark were already home, how would she explain her long absence?
His car was in the driveway when Mary dropped her off.
"Do you want me to go in with you, honey?" Mary asked.
"No thanks. This is something I've got to handle myself."
Kate needn't have worried. She found Mark dozing peacefully in an armchair when she went inside. She nudged him gently.
"Hi, honey." He blinked up at her. "You don't have to worry about fixing me dinner. I ate at work." Then he dropped back off to sleep. Any other time, Kate would have felt snubbed and neglected by her husband's offhand greeting. Today she didn't mind at all. She had just had the most thrilling adventure of her life. Her only concern now was where to find the next one!
Chapter Six
It was hard to go back to life as usual after the kind of excitement Kate had experienced with Mary and the sailors. Often, she found herself daydreaming about new sexual adventures in the midst of everyday chores.
Halfway through a cake recipe, she would discover she hadn't the slightest idea which ingredients she had added and which she hadn't.
She would decide to water the lawn and forget all about it until the water started to flood the basement.
Even Mark started to notice her absentmindedness, though he had no idea of the cause.
"You know something, honey?" he said one night after a dinner he had managed to be present for. "I think you need a change of scene. Why don't you take a vacation? Go up north and visit your Aunt Fay or something? I know I'm not enough company for you. You and your aunt could chew the fat all day long."
The more she thought about it, the better Kate liked the idea. Though she had no intention of visiting her aunt -- the two of them could never spend more than an hour together without arguing -- the idea of a change of scene struck a responsive chord. She would head up toward Piedmont. If nothing more interesting happened along, she would visit Sue Beaumont, her old school chum. Otherwise, she would just play the scene, whatever it turned out to be.
Maybe a brief affair with a traveling salesman?
"Maybe you're right about that trip," she said casually to her husband a couple of days later, "Aunt Fay would love to see me. I think she probably needs me more than you do right now."
Using her aunt as a destination seemed perfectly safe. Mark would never get in touch with her aunt unless his life depended on it. They were arch-enemies.
So Mark would not know her destination, Kate had Mary drive her to the bus depot one bright Monday morning.
"Have a wonderful time, honey!" Mary called as the bus pulled out of the station.
"I sure will." Kate experienced a pang of loneliness as her friend's head of bouncy blonde curls gradually faded into the distance. She had chosen to sit in the back seat, where she would have lots of room to spread out unless the bus got crowded. Right now there was only one other person at the back. That was a handsome youth of about twenty sitting one row up on the other side of the bus.
All the interesting people fly these days, she thought as the farmland floated past her.
Her despondent reverie was interrupted by a voice.
"Excuse me, Miss," it said.
She looked quickly around and found that the passenger from one row up was now sitting beside her. She smiled broadly, accenting the dimple in her chin. This was promising!
"Why, hi there," she greeted him.
He looked a little timid, as though he expected her to rebuke him. "I was wondering... well... do you mind if I join you? I've traveled this route about a hundred times. It starts to get boring after a while, you know? Little chit-chat usually helps some."
"How right you are," Kate agreed emphatically. "I was beginning to feel bored myself. One can only take so many farmhouses all in a row." She giggled.
The youth brightened. Kate found his shyness very appealing. Though they were about the same age, she felt years older.
Why, he's just a babe-in-the-woods, she thought smugly. Maybe I can teach him a thing or two.
The prospect titillated her as they sat chatting about traveling and cars and hunting dogs. The youth, who introduced himself as Wayne Hicks, was an out-of-work garage mechanic who liked to hunt squirrels in his spare time.
"And most of my time's spare these days," he laughed. "I can't get a job for the life of me. And you know? I'm a damned good mechanic."
"I'll bet you are." She smiled at him again, sympathetically this tune.
Suddenly words seemed to pour from the young man's lips in a burst of enthusiasm. "You know something, Miss... er, Kate? You're just about the best listener I ever met in my life. You make me feel like what I'm saying is important."
"Why of course it's important." Her big green eyes looked at him very seriously. "Every one of us is important. We're all God's children."
He grinned comfortably. "Why that sure is right, Kate. I don't go to church too often, but I believe that. I surely do."
"Don't tell my your girl friend doesn't listen to you nice arid make you feel good?" Kate was fishing for some personal information. She wanted to know just how innocent this kid was.
He scratched his head. "Well, I don't exactly have a girl friend right now. It's hard to keep a girl around when you're flat broke."
"Well, maybe you're keeping company with the wrong kind of girl," Kate's voice had reached a tone of indignation. "It seems to me no right-thinking girl would desert a fine fellow like you just because he was broke. Why that's downright..." She searched for the word. "Despicable... that's what it is."
He grinned delightedly.
"Why, that's right nice of you to say so, Kate. I think you're fins too. In fact, you're the most beautiful girl I ever met. With all that beautiful red her... I've never seen anything like it, and that's the truth."
Kate blushed. Years ago, under her mother's tutelage, she had mastered the art of blushing at the appropriate moment. Her mother had told her it made men feel protective toward women.
"Golly, Wayne... do you really think I'm pretty?"
"Sure I do. But then I bet all the guys tell you that."
"No... no, they don't. And you're the very first one who ever said it so nicely."
"Gripes, that's a crying shame. A girl like you deserves to be told how beautiful she is every day." He paused. "Every hour."
Kate smiled shyly. She admired the boy's sentiments. That was exactly what she thought. And if her husband Mark thought the same thing, she wouldn't be off on this adventure right now -- looking for compliments and attention.
On the other hand, Kate was rather glad she was on this trip. She was enjoying herself thoroughly. It had been a long time since she had had a chance to talk and flirt with anyone as impressionable as young Wayne.
The bus made several stops during the course of their conversation. There were a few more people on the bus than there had been before. But still there was no one in the last two rows -- except Kate and Wayne.
Twilight was beginning to fall. Kate began to squirm a little in her seat. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but she had to wait for the right moment. The waiting wasn't easy.
Her bold plan excited her.
At last, she decided the time was right. It was getting a little dark, but the driver probably wouldn't turn on the bus lights for another half-hour or so. Trembling with the daring of her intentions, she leaned toward the boy and whispered in his ear.
"Gee, Wayne, I think you're so nice. You really turn me on. Would you mind if I sucked your cock?"
For a moment the youth continued to look straight ahead, as though he had heard nothing. Then slowly he turned toward her, a funny little grin on his face. "Uummm... I..." He was lost for words.
"You're so handsome," she whispered. "I bet you have a beautiful cock." Feeling devilishly wicked, she reached for his fly and massaged his cock through his jeans. It was already partly erect -- had been during most of their conversation. He had tried to cross his legs to hide it. But the evidence of his arousal hadn't missed Kate's keen gaze.
She almost felt like laughing aloud. The young drifter still looked so stunned. But she knew laughter would spoil all hopes she had for getting his cock hard. She had no desire to blow a hole in her own plans. The idea of sucking Wayne's cock right there on the bus already had her panty-crotch wet.
Slowly, so as not to scare him off, she began to pull down his zipper. He made no effort to stop her. In fact he turned to look at her, and Kate could see the excitement simmering in his eyes.
"Do you want me to do this, Wayne?" she asked boldly.
He didn't reply for a moment. "Yeah..." he swallowed hard. "That would be real nice, Kate."
Kate realized he was struggling madly to figure her out. A few minutes ago, he'd had her up on a pedestal. Now he was finding his idol had feet of clay. But he couldn't resist the lewd prospect of being sucked off on a public bus by a beautiful young woman.
She lost interest in the youth's mental machinations as she pulled from his fly the thick, half-erect shaft of his cock. It was huge. She realized it was probably even bigger than that of the sailor called Slim. Her pussy pulsed greedily inside her panties.
Too bad he can't fuck me here on the bus, she thought wistfully. But sucking his prick would just have to be enough thrill for one afternoon.
As she watched, his cock seemed to grow right before her very eyes. There was no doubt that just the touch of her hand on his cock was exciting him intensely.
"Uuuuhhh!" she heard him moan under his breath.
Not wanting to torture the poor boy, she bent forward and extended her tongue. It grazed the smooth bulbous tip of his prick... penetrated the little slit on the end.
"Aaahhhh, shit-t-t!" His loud words had obviously, frightened him. His whole body stiffened. Would anyone notice what was going on back here? he wondered.
Fear of discovery was the farthest thing from the redhead's mind. She loved the first titillating feel of his cock surface on her tongue. She wanted to explore. His cock was obviously eager for more of her attentions. She was more than willing to accommodate.
The youth's breath was coming in short pants as he struggled against her lewd mouth caresses. Her lips nibbled the mushroom-shaped head of his cock. Then she began to move more boldly. Lower... lower her head fell... until she could feel his cock-head grazing against the back of her throat. She had all of him inside her now.
"Jee-zuz!" Wayne murmured between clenched teeth. "You sure are something, Kate. I've never had anyone suck my whole cock like... and that's the truth. Aahhh!"
She began to move her head smoothly up and down over his mouth-impaling prick. It was an effort for her to take his cock-shaft deep into her throat every time. But she welcomed the effort. She enjoyed the daring depravity of sucking this stranger's cock right here in the back of a half-filled bus. The possibility of discovery was party of the thrill.
The young housewife craved this kind of slavish devotion to the pleasures of the senses. It was a treat for her to have to struggle to take all a man's cock into her mouth. It made her feel alive and vibrant. This was the excitement of living that had been absent in her relationship with her husband. Mark just never had the time to indulge his senses.
"Golly, you have a beautiful prick, Wayne honey." She abandoned his cook just long enough to deliver her obscene compliment. Then once again she began to bob her head the long route up and down over his blood-engorged cock. Even in the fading twilight she could see her saliva glistening on the smooth rubbery surface of his prick.
"Uuuuuh, uuuh!" He was moaning in a subdued whisper. It was clearly a struggle for the horny youth to keep the volume of his arousal down. He had planted his hands firmly on either side of him on the bus seat, as though to brace himself against the power of her talented tongue-swipes.
Wayne had never enjoyed such a tantalizing blow-job as he was experiencing right this very minute. This beautiful, innocent-looking redhead was the sexiest female he had ever encountered in his life. She was licking and loving his cock as no one ever had. He was sorry he wasn't going to have a chance to fuck her. He could imagine what a wild lay she must be if her mouth was this hot.
Kate wiggled her tongue provocatively over the tip of the boy's cock. She loved the taste of the stray drops of semen that escaped from his swollen hot samples of his cum.
"Ahh, shit, suck it, baby!" he whispered down at her. "Suck me with that sweet mouth of yours!"
She labored strenuously to do his bidding. Already she could feel his prick growing harder, more ramrod stiff inside her mouth. It wouldn't be long, she knew, before he fell helpless prey to her lewd ministrations.
And she wanted him to come so bad. She wanted to taste his hot cum flooding her mouth.
"Come on, baby! Come on! Do it for me, darling!" she coaxed him in a mewling whisper. While one hand gently caressed his balls, the other slip up and down his cock in unison with her mouth. Slowly but determinedly, she increased the pressure on his rigid cock-shaft.
"Uuhh!" Wayne scarcely paid any attention to a middle-aged couple who got on the bus and chose a seat only three rows in front of them. He didn't care about anything any more -- anything, that is, but the ache in his balls.
With every ounce of energy she had, Kate strove for the wet hot reward that she craved so much. The few erotic samples she had swiped from his slit that only whetted her appetite. She wanted more from him... she wanted everything he had. She wanted to drain him dry, then bid him good-bye. Wayne bucked his hips up toward the woman's mouth in short, jerky movements. He wound his fingers in her lustrous red hair and guided her bobbing motions at the pace that marked the shortest road to orgasm.
He could feel the pressure rising, rising in his balls. He was going to give it to her! He was going to fill her sweet little belly with his load!
"Jee-zuz Christ! You've got, it, baby! Here I commmme!" His words were low sigh. His action was a long spurting stream of thick white jism that she swallowed hungrily.
To the impassioned Kate, the taste of the boy's cum was better than a milkshake. She was savoring more than the taste. She was enjoying the sheer depravity of taking this stranger's cock in her mouth on a bus... of forcing him to yield up his hot burden of cum. Her little belly growled in appreciation of his potent love fluids.
The sexy housewife mewled contentedly as she licked his prick clean, then slipped it back into his pants.
She had finished none too soon. Five minutes later, it was time for Wayne to get off.
"I'll never forget you," he told her as he patted her shyly on the shoulder. "You take good care of yourself, you hear?"
"I hear." She didn't watch him get off the bus. She was lost in her own private glow of aroused sensuality.
The person meant nothing to her. It was the thrill that mattered.
As the bus again headed through wooded farmland, Kate savored the lusty tingle between her thighs. She needed cock in her cunt so bad!
Chapter Seven
When the bus was about an hour outside of Piedmont, the driver announced an emergency rest stop for repairs.
"Shouldn't be more than an hour, folks. Just enough time to get her the rest of the way to Piedmont."
Kate was annoyed. It was getting late, and she still had to look for a hotel tonight. Bus rest stops had to be the most boring places in the world, next to graveyards.
She had a quick cup of coffee in the dingy, overpriced cafeteria. Then she decided to wander around outside, to see what she could see. At least the air would be less stale out in the yard.
"Hi, beautiful. You bored?"
Kate had reached the dark side of the parking lot. The voice frightened her. She turned around quickly.
It was the bus driver.
Kate hadn't really paid any attention to him before. Bus drivers were like paintings in doctors' offices and music in elevators. Nobody ever really paid any attention.
Now, though, in the dim light from the buildings, she noticed that he was cute. And not much older than Kate herself.
"Hi!" she replied brightly. "Not so much bored as anxious. I just want to get where I'm going, that's all."
"And where's that?"
"Just to Piedmont."
"Well don't you worry. It won't be too much longer. I'm sorry about the delay. But I just couldn't risk taking her the extra sixty miles without a Band-Aid job."
Kate decided she liked this pleasant, quiet spoken man. He spoke with authority, and he inspired confidence.
"Golly!" she giggled out of force of habit, but she didn't really feel the need to flirt with him. She knew instinctively she could deal with him straight. "Don't you worry about me. I'm kind of enjoying myself." It was true -- now. "I don't get out on my own very often."
He seemed to move closer to her. "Pretty girl like you... I can see why. Can't trust men to behave themselves with your kind of temptation around."
"Oh." She was rooted to the spot. Her cunt, her tits -- her whole being -- suddenly cried out with longing for him. He was tall and strong and he was moving closer to her. He wanted her... she could tell.
The accumulated frustration of the afternoon's cocksucking session with the boy flooded her senses as quickly and unexpected as a deluge. She made no protest when he enclosed her in his arms and kissed her long and hard. His tongue probed the dark recesses of her mouth. Her own tongue responded passionately, prodding and poking at his tongue in a ritual mating dance.
"Mmmm," was all she said as his arms slid over her back and the swelling curves of her asscheeks. It was so exciting! This cold, brutal, fiery passion with a stranger. What was his name? She didn't care. She knew the feel of him against her. And that was all she wanted.
"You're beautiful, baby," he murmured as he planted quick titillating kisses over her cheeks and neck arid earlobes. "I want you. Will you let me have you? Please?"
His words were more a command than a request. She didn't have to make any reply. Her answer was in the yielding way her body pressed into... her full thrusting breasts cushioned against his chest... her belly molded against his. There was no question of the will. The only problem left to be decided was the way.
He took her hand and guided her toward the brush at the edge of the parking lot. He looked carefully around him and seemed to be satisfied.
"I guess it's a little dangerous. Someone could come by. But I doubt it. Are you willing to risk it?"
She nodded. Her eyes glowed with excitement. She felt her cheeks hot and flushed. She fell obediently onto hands and knees in the grass and weeds as he pushed gently on her shoulders. She was ready.
Her whole body quivered with excitement as he pulled her panties down over the ripe swells of her buttocks and let them fall to her knees. He grabbed them hard and tore them off, throwing them into the brush. His hands began to roam over her upthrust asscheeks, caressing their smooth voluptuous contours. She trembled at his touch -- so soft, yet so demanding.
"Ooohh, golly... I'm so excited!" she murmured in a lusty whine. "I like what you're doing to me, honey!"
She could feel him pushing her skirt far up above her waist. The cool night air washed over her ass, her sensitive pussy-slit. It was a delicious sensation. Her cunt flared wetly in anticipation of the lewd encounter that lay ahead.
A low grating sound told her he was pulling his fly down. She waited eagerly for that first feel of strange cock.
The man was obviously as anxious as she was for action. His swollen cock-head prodded along her cunt-slit almost immediately. He began to saw his prick in and out of her ass-crack, looking for that warm wet hole it craved.
"Oooohh! Jeepers! It's... aaahhh!" His rigid cock soared deep into her hungry pussy, sending her cunt-muscles rippling enticingly in all directions.
Kate was beside herself with excitement. This was the most daring sexual adventure yet. Fucking in the bushes like, an animal! With a man she didn't know -- not even his name!
"Do it to meee! Oh gosh... goooo... I'm commm-ing-g-g!" The redhead could scarcely believe what was happening. She had never climaxed this fast before. Of course she had never been this excited before. Had never done anything this depraved before!
The climax sewed only as an entree for her mounting sexual excitement. She thrust her ass fitfully back at the cock that began to ream her cunt in a hard, steady rhythm. Every little move, every little ripple of her pussy-walls sent her into new paroxysms of sensation. She wanted to be fucked brutally... long and hard and well... and she was getting it. Just what she had always wanted. Always.
"Yess... like that! Do it to me like that!"
The young bus driver was amazed. This was not the first time he had fucked one of his passengers. But it certainly was the first time he had ever had one this wanton... this unabashedly sexual in here responses. He had noticed her get on the bus. A real beauty. He determined to get close to her if he got the chance. He had had only the vaguest prayer of ever getting this close. Lucky he hadn't let her get by. I wouldn't have missed this experience for the world.
"Jeez, baby, that's a sweet pussy! It's squeezing my cock so good! Like it's never going to let me go!"
In the moonlight, he could barely make out the glow of his prick as it slid in and out of her tight, clasping cunt-hole. He couldn't remember ever fucking a cunt this wet before. He didn't know they got this wet! It sure was a great feeling! His prick moved so easily, so smoothly inside her convulsing cunt-channel. He could feel his turgid cock growing steadily with the clutching of her pussy-walls.
There was something intensely exciting about kneeling down on the ground and fucking a strange woman like this. It had thrilled the hell out of him the way she had come almost as soon as he was inside her. He exerted every muscle in his body in his eagerness to make her come again... and again. He wanted to make this little session in the bushes something the gorgeous redhead would remember always.
Never had Kate realized that sex could be quite as thrilling -- quite as luridly titillating as it was right now. She knew much of the excitement of her encounter with the bus driver was due to the bizarre circumstances. She had already sucked one stranger's cock today. Now to be fucked senseless on the ground in the middle of nowhere was almost more than she could take. She was weak, trembling with arousal. She knew it wouldn't take much for her to come again.
Closing her eyes, she began to flail her hair wildly back and forth in rhythm to his hard fucking. She concentrated on the rousing stroking sensations that were massaging her cunt to fiery hunger. The pleasure-pangs shot all the way from her aunt up to her firm smooth belly and to her dangling tits inside her blouse. She was a raging inferno of sensation.
"Uuuuuhhh! Yessss... ohhhh, just a little more! A little more! Oooohh, I'm... I'm commming-g-g again!" Her tongue ran fitfully over her lips as she savored the taste of his second orgasm. Her whole body quivered. More than anything, she would have liked to fall forward onto her face. But she didn't dare get her clothes dirty... someone might notice. She struggled gamely to remain poised on hands and knees. Gradually, she recovered her self-control.
Not done yet, she again thrust her ass back at the bus driver's loins, goading him on.
"Oooohh, lover! You're so good to me! Sooo good!"
The bus driver couldn't believe it. Two resounding orgasms, and she was still swallowing his cock like a hungry fish. The muscular contortions of her cunt during orgasm had incited his cock to a new peak of hardness. He didn't have much time left. He had to make these last few minutes good.
Holding her fast by her hipbones, he slammed his cock as deep and as hard into her pussy as it would go. First in slow, maddening strokes. Then gradually building to racehorse speed.
"Uuuhh! Uuuuhhh! Ooooohhh!" She was a moaning animal beneath him, all her senses focused on the hard thick presence in her cunt. Her rhythm was perfect. She managed to slam her ass back at him just at the moment of deepest penetration. From time to time she would make tight little circular motions. She was trying to surprise him into orgasm.
"Uuhhh, what sweet cunt!" he groaned.
His mind blank to all sense of time and place and responsibility, he fucked her with the rutting lack of logic of a male cat. He could feel the pressure building in his balls. That was all he could think about. The hard wrenching promise of pleasure lurking just around the corner.
He was so preoccupied, he was actually startled by the sound of her third orgasm.
"Aaarrrggghhh! My cunt's on fire! I'm coming again, lover! Oooohh, gosh!" the intensity of this release was so great that she began to tremble convulsively. If it hadn't been for his hands on her hips, she would have collapsed onto the ground.
"Shit! Me too! I'm coming, baby!" He slammed his cock deep into her again and again. Until he was sure she had taken everything he had to give her. Until he was milked dry.
"Hey, Fred!" a voice was calling from the buildings. "Where are you, boy? We've got her ready!"
The bus driver leaped to his feet and put his prick back safely inside his trousers.
"Thanks, baby. I'll never forget you for this." Kate struggled to her feet and rearranged her clothes. Her panties were a last cause, so she left them hanging on a bush. It thrilled Kate to leave behind this evidence of her bold exploit.
Chapter Eight
Charlie Samson just couldn't take his mind off the good-looking redhead who had checked into Room 209.
She was alone, and she carried only an overnight case. There was something about her manner that made a man think of sex, even though she didn't say or do anything blatantly suggestive. She was the kind, of woman, Charlie decided, that was born for fucking. She could get the old adrenaline up in an eighty-year-old basket case.
Charlie wasn't eighty, but he was over fifty. He sometimes had his problems keeping his prick interested in what it was designed for. That's why, in the last few years, he had started to get into voyeurism.
Watching a good-looking broad who didn't know she was being watched almost always gave him a hard-on. Sometimes he even managed to talk the woman into fucking him. It wasn't all that hard. He had bought the Schuster Hotel years ago. It wasn't a good hotel, but it was respectable. It kept him eating regular. And it provided him with a houseful of amusement at the same time. Charlie had installed secret peep-holes in the closets of many of the moms. If he thought a woman looked worth watching, he put her in a room next to an empty room with a peep-hole.
It was a simple system. Highly illegal, of course. But the chances of being caught were one in a million. Charlie enjoyed his little amusement.
The redheaded woman had checked in as Katie Thompson. Charlie suspected it was an assumed name. His sixth sense told him she was looking for something that she wouldn't want her name associated with.
He was going to keep his eye on Miss Katie Thompson.
And a very pleasant task it would be.
Kate hadn't arrived at the hotel until well past midnight. But she wasn't tired. She turned on the TV for company and began to browse through the magazines she had bought at the bus station in Piedmont. It was difficult to keep her mind on her reading. Thoughts of the day's activities kept interrupting.
Her pussy was still wet from the resounding fucking the bus driver had given, her. She hadn't had a chance to go to the ladies' room and clean off before boarding was announced. It felt good to have that moisture clinging to her thighs, reminding her of the incredible adventures she had enjoyed today.
Bored with trying to entertain herself, she decided to have a shower. After she had stood for ten minutes under the warm soothing downpour, she strode naked back into her room and toweled off in front of the dresser mirror.
She was a good-looking woman, in the prime of her youth. Her breasts stood out high and full. Her waist was smooth and tight. Her full hips swayed provocatively when she moved. Kate thought she was as tempting as anything that appeared in Playboy magazine. So why was her husband so indifferent? How could he stand to be in the same room with such a good-looking woman and not fuck her?
Kate sighed. She was worrying less and less about her husband. The last time she had seen him seemed years ago, instead of just a few hours. Closer to her new reality were the incidents she had enjoyed on the trip up. Sucking the young mechanic's cock at the back of the bus. Being fucked wildly by the bus driver in the bushes outside the rest stop.
The sight of her own lush, sensuous body and her fresh memories were combining to moisten the lips of Kate's cunt once again. While she watched herself in the mirror, she reached down between her legs. Timidly she fondled the bright-red patch of her cunt. Her cunt throbbed responsively. It was eager for attention.
She bent forward slightly and rested one hand on the dresser. This gave her the leverage she needed to shove two fingers deep into her responsive pussy.
"Oooohhh!" she moaned softly. "Feels good. Uuuhhh!" It turned her on incredibly to watch her obscene behavior in the mirror. She had come a long way from a girl who was ashamed to masturbate to a lusty woman who could do it while she watched herself.
Her fingers established a slow even rhythm in and out of her clinging pussy. The sensations made her clitoris throb in need. She adjusted the path of her hand so the back of her thumb rubbed against the blood-swollen little button.
"Mmmmm!" Gradually, almost imperceptibly, her pace increased. She spread her thighs a little to give her fingers easier access to her greedy pussy. Her cunt-walls seemed to cling to her fingers convulsively, as though they were afraid of being deserted again.
Even Kate herself was impressed by her capacity for sexual activity. Despite the fact she had enjoyed three orgasms today, and a thrilling cocksucking episode, she was still ready and eager for more titillation.
Inspired by her lewd picture in the mirror, Kate turned to the side. She reached around and began stroking her fingers in and out of her pussy from behind. It excited her the way her fingers glistened with her own juices. Her pussy was getting wetter by the minute. She could feel her clitoris becoming more engorged with blood.
"Aaaiieeee! Oh golly... if I keep this up, I'm going to come... I know it!" She spoke aloud, though there was no one to hear her. It aroused her to hear her own voice, so distorted with lust.
Her fingers were a blur of movement as they flew in and out of her hungrily grasping cunt. She could feel the sensations building, one on top of another, deep in the pit of her belly. Just a little longer.
Her fingers flew from her cunt as she was interrupted by a loud rap at the door. For several moments, she was frozen with fear and indecision.
Who could possibly be knocking at this hour? Their intentions couldn't possibly be good.
The second series of knock spurred her into action. She slipped a floor-length robe over her nakedness and went to the door.
"Who's there?" she called.
"It's Mr. Samson, the manager. I must talk to you, Miss Thompson. It's urgent."
Kate hesitated. She was sure it was the old man's voice. What harm could there be in talking to him for a moment? She opened the door. "Yes?" she asked, still wary.
"I'm sorry to bather you, Miss Thompson. I know it's late, but I saw your light was still on... and it is important." He advanced toward the crack in the door. "I had forgotten entirely about a problem we'd had with the plumbing in this room. Do you mind if I take a look? I wouldn't want you to wake up in the middle of a lake."
There didn't seem to be anything she could say, reasonably. "Well, I hope it's all right. I'm very tired and..." She opened the door wide.
He headed straight for the bathroom. "Won't be a minute."
Charlie had been watching Kate's provocative self-manipulations from his post in the closet of Room 207. He had waited until just the last minute before her climax to interrupt her. He wanted to catch her still lusty, still anxious to finish the lascivious deed.
Kate resigned herself to the fact that she was not going to be able to enjoy her climax for a while. She stood in the bathroom doorway and chatted to the man while he fiddled with the pipes under the sink. She was surprised how glad she was to have company, someone to talk to. She was used to familiar surroundings. It was hard to be alone on a strange town.
"Golly, it must be wonderful to know so much about how things work. All I know about plumbing is that 'C' means cold and 'H' means hot." She giggled.
"A pretty lady like you doesn't have to know about plumbing. She can always find someone to do it all for her."
"Why, you certainly are a kind gentleman." Kate was back in her customary role as flirt. Even with a man as old as Mr. Samson, she enjoyed the flirting. It wasn't that she had any sexual intentions. It was more a part of a ritual. Like the way cats growl and sniff at each other when they first meet. It was testing each other out.
"You must get lonesome working here in the hotel in the middle of the night. Your wife must get lonesome for you."
"No... no she doesn't. My wife lives in St. Louis with her sister. She and I never did get along too good."
"Ooohh, I'm so sorry to hear that. I think one of the best things about marriage is that it gives folks company in the twilight years."
Charlie was not offended by the reference to his age. He was gaining confidence that he would have the opportunity this very night to prove to the young beauty just what a good man can do -- at any age. "That may be so. But I don't really get lonely... I've got lots of friends in the neighborhood. The postman. Jimmy over at the garage. The laundry man. I don't ask much of life. Just a warm bed, a good supper, and a good woman every once in a while."
Kate was shocked. It seemed somehow indecent for a man Mr. Samson's age to make reference to chasing women. "Well... well, I guess that sounds reasonable enough. Sometimes those closest to us seem to understand us least."
"Very true, my dear."
They continued to chat comfortably while Charlie fiddled with the perfectly healthy pipes.
"Would you mind holding on to this wrench for me, Miss. Thompson?" Charlie was getting impatient for some action. His cock was growing steadily inside his pants. It was an inspiring experience to be alone with such a beautiful woman. One who wore only a bathrobe. One who, Charlie knew, had been playing with her frustrated pussy only moments before.
As Kate bent over to take the wrench, one full lush tit fell forward from her robe. She had tied the garment so hastily, it was now coming undone. In her haste to straighten up and remedy the damage, the ties fell completely apart.
She was standing with the entire front of her robe open. Her lush tits poked forward provocatively. Her red bush beckoned Charlie's attention. Before she could close the robe, he had reached up and touched her pussy-mound.
"Why, Mr. Samson!" she exclaimed. "Whatever are you... oooohhh!" His fingers were expertly manipulating the erect nub of her clitoris. The lusty sensations that flooded over her body were more than the sexy beauty could resist. Her hands fell from the ties of her robe. She leaned against the bathroom sink, relishing the sweet eroticism of his hand on her cunt.
"That's a very pretty pussy you have there, Miss Thompson. Or can I call you Katie?" He leered up at her suggestively. There was no pretense to being the friendly manager-plumber now. He was an aroused man, hot with passion.
"Uuuuhhh!" Kate was helpless before his tantalizing touch. She could scarcely believe that a quiet little man Mr. Samson's age would take this kind of liberty. What she found even harder to believe was how good he was at what he was doing.
Her pussy felt like putty in his hand, receptive to whatever he might choose to do to her.
"Your pussy's awfully wet, Katie. You been playing with yourself?" He chuckled softly.
Katie, started. How could he know? For a moment she felt frightened and ashamed. Then she dismissed the feelings. What did she have to be ashamed of? She was a sensuous woman. She liked to feel good. What was so shameful about that?
"Oooohh... I was soooo hot... I'm getting even hotter now. You're doing such nice things to me, Mr. Samson." She spread her thighs a little. She wanted more of his probing manipulations.
"Call me Charlie." He rose to his feet. "What say you and me go into the bedroom, Katie baby? I think there are a few things we can do for each other tonight."
Kate's eyes grew wide and interested as she spotted the bulge in the older man's trousers. "Why, Mr. Samson..."
He noticed the direction of her gaze and smiled broadly. "Like that, do you, Katie? Well, it's all yours, baby. Come along."
He led her by the hand like a child to the bed. Gently he removed her robe and let it fall to the floor. He stared admiringly at the smooth white contours of her naked body. His hands reached for her tits and fondled them, tweaking the nipples invitingly between his fingers.
Kate could scarcely believe what was happening.
She hadn't looked at Mr. Samson as a sexual person. He was so... old. Not for a moment had she guessed at the talents he concealed beneath his drab clothes and unassuming manner. He seemed to know exactly what to do to make her feel faint with excitement.
While one hand fondled her tit, Charlie bent forward and sucked a nipple. He stabbed his tongue against the rubbery peak. Then he made little tantalizing circles around the tip. He could feel her becoming weak with sexual submission. He had to hold her in his arm to keep her from falling back onto the bed.
Mentally, Charlie chortled with glee. This was going to be a hot one. He had been so right about Miss Katie Thompson.
His hand and his mouth worked expertly over her full ripe breast-mounds. He loved the rubbery firmness of them. They were the best-looking tits he had seen in a long time. He sucked hungrily on her nipple, drawing the responses tight out of her. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her.
"Uuuuhhh... oooohh, Mr. Samson..."
He got a kick out of the way she kept calling him Mr. Samson. It was as if she were still a schoolgirl and he was the lecherous older man. That had always been one of Charlie's sexual fantasies. As she stood weak with arousal before him, he could almost imagine she was a schoolgirl.
She looked so fresh-faced and lovely, with her long red hair. The look on her face, though, was pure lust.
"Your tits feeling good, baby?" he asked lewdly. "Oooohh yessss." Kate could feel the moisture seeping between her cunt-lips. For the fourth, time today she was horny as a cat in heat. It gave her a new lurid thrill to think she was having sex witth her third stranger of the day. And a man so much older than her at that. Why, Mr. Samson was old enough to be her daddy!
For one brief instant, a picture of her father flashed through Kate's mind. She had loved him so much. And he had returned her adulation. When she was fourteen years old and a blooming young virgin, he still like to have her sit on his knee. The redhead realized now there had been a lot of sexual attraction between them. Who knew what might have happened if he hadn't died when she was fifteen?
Kate made no protest when the hotel owner pushed her down onto the bed. She watched fascinated as he began to remove his clothes. It surprised her that Mr. Samson was in such good shape, lean and strong. And his cock! That was the best part. It was long and lean like and hard. It stood straight out from his loins, pointing at her threateningly.
"Oooohh, Mr. Samson," she sighed. She lay back in fluttering anticipation as he approached her. She was ready for whatever he might decide to do. She was hot!
Charlie knew exactly what he wanted to do first. He fell to his knees on the carpet at the end of the bed. He pulled her forward by the legs, so her cunt rested on the edge of the mattress. Her red-fringed pussy-lips gaped invitingly at him. The lips glistened with her juices.
Spreading the lips wide with his thumbs he leaned forward and stabbed his tongue as deep as it would go into her pussy-slit.
"Aaaaiiieee! Jeepers, Mr. Samson! Aaagghhh!" Again and again she responded with bleating outbursts to his tongue-stabs up into her quivering pussy. The feel of his slippery tongue on her moist cuntal flesh was delicious. The older man's tongue seemed particularly agile. It danced up and down along her pussy-flanges, teased and licked at her clitoris. Then it ended up probing deep into her cunt again.
As she writhed in wanton abandon before the lecherous older man, Kate could feel the tantalizing darts of lust springing fitfully through her naked body. The young housewife was learning something she had only suspected before.
She had an almost limitless capacity for sexual enjoyment. The more she got, the more she wanted. And the more intense were her responses.
Though she realized part of the thrill she was experiencing was Mr. Samson's long experience with pleasing women, pad too was the sheer erotic high she had climbed up to today.
"Oooohh, gosh, yesss! Do it like that!" She reached down to grab his hair and hold his face close in against her cunt-hole. His tongue stabs far into her pussy were bringing her up to a point where she was on the verge of a whirlwind. She wanted to make it happen. And she needed something to hold onto while she was flying high.
Incensed by the redhead's receptivity to his energetic tonguing, Charlie worked ardently to bring her the climax she so obviously craved. He suspected it had been a long time since this woman had been laid. She was really hungry for it!
Kate was thrusting her hips fitfully up to meet the older man's tongue. She wanted it deep... deep... as deep as she could get it. It felt so good, that slippery probe on her sensitized cunt-walls.
"Uuuuhh... golly yessss... ooohh, I'm coming!" A broad smile played over her generous mouth, the dimple in her chin deepened as she relaxed in the cataclysmic euphoria of orgasm. Once more the frustrating pangs of need had been put at bay. She was ready for more, though. She felt like she could go on making love forever.
The intensity of the woman's release made Charlie's cock jerk responsively. Shit, how he wanted to bury his prick deep in her quivering, hungry cunt! He climbed up onto the bed and pulled her up so she was lying full length, splayed and ready for him. He was poised over her, his cock-tip aimed at her cunt.
"Did you come nice, baby?" he asked her lewdly. "Would you like to try my cock now? Do you want me to shove it up into that greedy pussy of yours?"
Kate hesitated a moment. Was she going to beg for it? Was she going to go that far with a total stranger? Her answer was ready. "Uuuhhh, yesss... give me your cock! It's so nice and big! I want to feel it inside me! Pleeee-ze!"
That was all the invitation Charlie needed. He guided his cock-tip to the squishy hole of her cunt and shoved forward harshly. His prick went soaring up into her wet welcoming pussy.
"Aaaaaiiieee! Ooohh, soooo good! It's soooo good-d-d!" Eyes closed, she pumped her hips up at him, urging him to start fucking her. He did. He began to move his cock rhythmically in and out of her pussy. The way her cunt-walls clung to his prick made him groan with excitement. He'd never fucked such a talented pussy. She really knew how to flex those cunt-muscles!
"Uuuuhhh, baby, you're something else, you know that?"
"Mmmmm! Do it to meee! Bang me with your big beautiful cock! Golly, I love it!"
The way she encouraged him with her mewls and her little-girl exclamations of delight made Charlie's cock swell another inch. Despite all his years of experience, the older man could not remember ever encountering a woman with such a natural talent and enthusiasm for fucking. With a woman like this around, he realized, he'd never have any hard-on problems. She really turned him on!
Savoring every ripple and squeeze of her taut pussy-muscles, he fucked rhythmically in and out of her gyrating cunt. While she cried and whimpered beneath him, he moved his cock this way and that... sometimes held it motionless for long moments, until she begged him to fuck her again. He rolled over as they were both lying on their sides and continued ramming her pussy. The effect was exhilarating. He could get better penetration this way. He could feel his cock-tip ramming against her cervix. This was real guts fucking!
Kate's eyes grew wide with delight as she quivered in response to his penetrating thrusts. It was good on the side like this. She didn't think she'd ever felt a cock this deep. She was thoroughly stuffed. And she loved it.
"Aaagghh! Your prick's so good in me, lover! Ooooh, Mr. Samson! You're soooo good, soooo good!"
Charlie's heart swelled with pride. She was obviously as taken with him as he was with her. It was a mutual admiration society!
Secure in the knowledge that he was giving the lovely young redhead the experience of a lifetime, he rammed his cock again and again and again... as deep as it would go... as fast as Charlie could go. He could feel the pressure mounting in his balls.
God, how he wanted to fill this little beauty full of cum! He could tell he had a heavy load to shoot off. He wanted to feel her pussy wet and squishy with his cum!
"Oooooh, Mr. Samson-n-n...!" She was a mindless blob of writhing sexual energy. She had lost all sense of place and time. The only thing that had any reality for her was the throbbing, swollen shaft of Mr. Samson's hard cock. It was splitting her cunt-walls wide. Sending maddening darts of pleasure throughout her churning naked body.
Sweat beaded on Charlie's forehead, all over his body, as he strove to bring himself and the girl to climax. They panted, grunted and groaned in animalistic passion for several long minutes. Both were anticipating the sweet reward of release they knew was not far in the wings.
"Uuuuhhh!" she cried at last. "I'm commming-g-g!"
The frantic writhing of her hips, the spanning of her cunt drove him to orgasm.
"Here it comes, girl! Shit-t-t!" Charlie could scarcely believe the intensity of the sensation that overcame him. It was as if he were having a seizure. Again and again he thrust deep into her cunt until he had pumped himself dry and her pussy was soaking wet with his cum.
"Mmmmm," she moaned softly as they lay together in the heady aftermath of their dual climax.
At last she stretched and yawned and shivered. "Ooooh, it's cold in here." She crawled up to the head of the bed and snuggled in under the covers.
"You going to sleep, baby?" he asked her.
"Mnmm, I'm soooo sleepy." Those last two climaxes had relaxed her enough that now she was ready to sleep. It was almost five in the morning.
"You need some company?"
The idea of waking up to a stiff prick tantalized her. It wasn't often that Mark woke up with a hard-on for her.
"Mmmmm... sure, I don't mind."
He got in beside her and held her in his arms. From her even breathing, he thought she was asleep.
"Good night, Katie," he whispered.
"Good night, Daddy." She squirmed her ass into the hollow of his loins and slept.
Chapter Nine
When Charlie took up his post at the hotel desk about noon the next day, he was feeling like a million dollars.
He had awakened about ten and fucked the red-headed beauty until it was time to relieve the morning man. They had scarcely spoken, except to express their horniness. The whole night was almost like a dream. He would never have believed he'd happen on anything that good. Not at his age. Most of that kind of talent was already spoken for.
It wasn't all that easy to attract a beautiful young woman if you were kind of drab-looking and didn't like to go out much. It was usually a little impersonal fucking a strange woman staying at his hotel. But Katie had given him everything she had. She was all woman. As a reward for what was done for him, he decided he was going to give her her room on the house.
He thought about how she must look right now, still sleeping, her pretty red hair flowing over the pillow. He sighed.
"Hi, Charlie! How's business? You look kind of out of it today!"
"Oh, hi, Gus! Naw, I'm feeling great. It's a little hard to keep the mind on the business this afternoon, that's all. Had a rough night." He winked suggestively.
"Got laid, huh, Charlie? Good for you. What was she like?"
The manager's face glowed. "Beautiful, Gus. Just beautiful. About twenty years old. Beautiful red hair. A face and a body like Rita Hayworth! Man, I was one lucky guy last night!"
"Yeah?" Gus' interest perked up. He was a traveling salesman. He always stayed in Charlie's hotel when he hit Piedmont. It was comfortable and cheap. Besides, Charlie was a good guy. He'd helped Gus get laid dozens of times. Clued him in on the good-looking broads with a roving eye who checked into the hotel. This redhead sounded worth investigating.
"Yeah! I tell you, Gus. This woman is something..." He paused in mid-sentence as his eyes riveted on something behind Gus. The younger man turned around. Despite himself, his jaw dropped open in awe. A beautiful redhead in a simple green dress was walking toward them. Her tits were huge. Her hips were lush. This was Gus' kind of woman!
"Morning, Mr. Samson," she greeted the hotel manager. "How are you today?" She smiled at the older man, then at Gus. Gus was thrilled by the assessing way she looked him over. It looked like she admired what she saw.
"I was wondering if you could suggest some place good for lunch, Mr. Samson. Some place I can get a drink with my meal."
"The Dixie Dollar is as good as you'll find in these parts, Katie... or, Miss Thompson." Charlie was a bit confused. He didn't want to seem too familiar, not in front of Gus. But on the other hand, he couldn't get over the tingles all over his body every time she looked at him. No woman had hit Charlie Samson this hard in years!
"Okay, I'll try it. I'm sure it's good if you say so, Mr. Samson." She smiled at him. Her dimple creased appealingly.
"Rave a good lunch." Charlie watched her wistfully. He'd like to take her to lunch himself, but he had a lot of important business to tend to this afternoon.
"See you boys later." Again her big green eyes assessed Gus.
The young salesman shivered.
"Dynamite!" he murmured as she went out through the revolving doors onto the street. And from everything Charlie had said, she was a hellion in bed too. "Hey, put me down for a room, Charlie. I'll see you later." He scarcely looked at the older man. His mind was out on the sidewalk with the girl.
"Oh!" he called back to the desk as he reached the revolving doom. "What's her name again?"
"Katie Thompson!" Charlie was surprised to feel his heart sink as he watched Gus head down the sidewalk in the same direction Katie had taken. No doubt about what he was after! Charlie had never minded sharing his finds with Gus before. It made him feel young, like one of the guys. But this time, he realized, was different. He would have liked to have kept Katie for himself.
"Me and my big mouth!" he murmured aloud.
"You say something, boss?" one of the clerks asked him.
"None of your business. Get the hell to work, will you?"
"Sure, boss." The clerk was surprised. He had never seen Charlie Samson be anything but pleasant. Something special must have happened to put him in a mood like this!
Kate hadn't even finished looking at the menu at the Dixie Dollar when the handsome man who had been standing with Mr. Samson at the desk appeared next to her table.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked.
Kate wrinkled her dimple at him. "No... no, I don't mind. I never have liked to eat alone."
"Me either. Gives me heartburn."
They laughed.
"I still haven't decided what I want. Everything looks so good." She looked helplessly up at the waiter who had appeared at their table.
"Why don't we have a drink first?" Gus suggested. "Do you mind if I order for us? They make some sensational drinks here."
"Why no! It would be fun to try something new." Kate was all a-tingle that the handsome stranger had joined her for lunch. Obviously he had followed her to the restaurant. She was flattered.
He must like her looks as much as she liked his. He was the best-looking guy she had seen so far on her trip.
While they were chatting, the waiter set a couple of foam-topped mixed drinks in front of them.
"Mmmmm, that looks good!"
"I think you'll like it. It's called a Remus fizz." Gus watched the enthusiastic way she sipped at her drink. Either she was very thirsty, or she really liked to put down the booze. He was glad to see her drinking heartily. Though he already knew she would be pretty easy to get into bed, he didn't mind some extra help. The kinds of things he liked to do with women, he needed to get them into a very receptive mood. Gus got lots of fucking from his wife back home. He liked to try different things with the girls he met on his selling trips. He enjoyed the bizarre in sex.
He ordered a fresh round of drinks and recommended the baron of beef for lunch.
Kate ate hungrily when the meal arrived. She had had a long strenuous day and night yesterday. And she had eaten almost nothing. Her stomach had been growling ever since she got out of bed.
When they were finished eating, Gus suggested they adjourn to the bar for a couple more drinks.
"Don't you have to go out and sell something or something?" she asked.
"No, not till tomorrow. I'm free for as long as you want me today, baby."
Her cunt was tingling in wet anticipation inside her panties. She was enjoying flirting with Gus. He was such a good-looking guy!
This was the first time she had ever had the nerve to just reached out and grab a strange guy's crotch. But she was feeling raunchy. And she enjoyed expressing it. Kate was vow glad she had decided to take this trip.
It was turning her into a new woman.
They left the bar arm-in-arm. Each was feeling hot, excited by the other's company. They hadn't realized how the hours had passed inside. It was dark already. Gus hailed a cab and they rode back to the hotel.
"I don't know about you, baby," he said. "But I'm not in the mood to waste time walking. My room or yours?"
Kate decided she would feel more comfortable in her own room. She smiled a little sheepishly at Mr. Samson as they passed the desk.
"Evening, folks," he drawled. He didn't seem to pay much attention to their presence. Kate was relieved. She had been worried he might feel possessive about her after last night.
Once they were in her room, Kate assumed they would strip and get into bed. She had started to undo her dress when Gus reached out and stopped her.
"Not yet, baby. I want you to do something for me first." He pulled down the zipper of his fly and pulled out his cock. It was thick and swollen, engorged with blood. He held his prick in one hand while he pushed her down onto her knees. "Suck my cock for me, baby," he said in a voice that was thick with emotion.
Obediently she opened her mouth and closed her lips over the turgid shaft of his cock. It felt smooth and rubbery and filling as it grazed against the back of her throat. "Mmmmm!" she murmured. "Nice, cock!"
She became more and more engrossed in the obscene depravity of what she was doing as his cock grew in her mouth. It was lewd to be kneeling here on the carpet, still fully clothed, sucking a stranger's prick. And she was loving every minute of it. Loving the fine fleshy texture of his swollen cock.
"Ooohhh, baby! You got a talented set of lips there! Uuhh, shit! Do it! Suck my prick!" he closed his eyes and pressed her head close to his groin. Her tongue was stabbing incitingly into the slit at the tip of his cock. Her lips closed over the bulbous head and began to do a rubbery up-and-down sliding motion.
"Aaahhh! Wow, Charlie was right! You're one hell of a woman!"
Kate felt cold chills running up and down her some as she realized the men had been discussing her. They thought she was something special. They liked the way she made love to them! It excited Kate to know she was considered a deniable woman. With the amount of sexual energy she stored inside, what she needed were energetic men to help her expend it.
"I love sucking your cock, Gus!" she said as she gazed lustily into his eyes. She loved the masterful way his hands forced her head back down over his prick. She wanted him to use her... to make her do his bidding. Rather than be ignored by a man, she would prefer to have her boss her around any day.
Her husband Mark was almost always polite to her. And a lot of the time his lovemaking was just as polite. She needed more than that. She needed raw gutsy sex.
Gus loved watching this horny little bitch working her full flushed lips back and forth along his cock. The blood throbbed heatedly through his balls as he watched the enthusiastic greed with which she licked and laved and stabbed his cock with her tongue. He had seen some raunchy women in his life but this one took the cake. And the best part was, she was pretty as a Penthouse pin-up. She wasn't some sagging old bag who still had the hunger but didn't have the goods to snag a man.
All of which made Gus wonder: Why did such a good-looking broad have to come to a second-class dump like Charlie's hotel to get herself laid? Odds were, she was some rich bitch sneaking a few days away from her husband to get her kicks.
Well, whatever she was, Gus was going to see to it that she never forgot this episode. He was going to make her beg for mercy! And then beg for more!
Though his cock was aching for more of her tongue-loving, Gus suddenly reached down and pulled her brutally to her feet.
"That's enough of that, cunt!" he snapped, in a total reversal of character from what Kate had seen of him so far. "Now take those clothes off! And make it look good and interesting! If it's not, I'm going to tan your hide!"
The redhead wasn't quite sure what had caused Gus to act like this. But she assumed it was the way he liked to play with a woman. The idea of getting into this kind of game titillated her. She had never played roles with a man before. She thought it would be fun to try.
Quivering with excitement, Kate began to sway her hips provocatively from side to side in a slow, sensuous dance. She ran her hands over her full, swelling tits, her tight waist, her generous hips. Then she bent far enough to grab hold of her dress and pull it slowly up over her panty-and-bra-clad nakedness.
"Yeah! That's the stuff, baby! Now show me some more!" Gus' voice was home. His eyes stared fixedly at her earthy curves.
Thoroughly captivated by this bizarre role she was playing of seducer of the seducer, she slowly reached back and unclasped her bra. She slipped it off the full-blown fullness of her tits and threw it into a corner. Then she began to push her panties down off her hips. She turned around and bent forward, giving him a clear view of her dimpled ass.
"That's a sweet ass you got there, Katie! Yessirree! I'm going to have to get to know it better!" The lust shone in his eyes.
When she was stark naked, he ordered her to get down on her hands and knees on the carpet. She did so immediately, trembling in anticipation of what he would decide to do to her. As she was facing away from him, she felt rather than saw his approach. She was completely startled, though, when she felt a sharp slap on her bare ass.
"Owww!" she cried. She tried to crawl away from the blow. But he held her shoulders steady with one hand and hit her ass again with the other.
"Aaiieee! What are you doing to me?" Kate wasn't sure if she still liked the game. It was getting a little rougher than she had expected. After a few more blows, though, the pain seemed to give way to a numb kind of pleasure. She began to look forward to the next slap. She could feel her clitoris throbbing in arousal.
"Oooohhh!" she moaned. She was beginning to revel in her debauched subservience to this strange man's style of lovemaking. She thrust her ass back in search of the next slap and the next responsive throb in her clitoris. "Hhhnnhhhh... oohhh! Why are you doing this to me?" She didn't really expect an answer. But the question had to be asked.
"You love it, baby! Don't you? Tell me you love it!"
When she hesitated, he hit her several times in quick succession on the rounded half-moons of her buttocks. They were turning bright red from the hail of blows.
"Ooohhh, I love it! I love it!" she admitted at last. Kate had never suspected she would actually enjoy being spanked by a man. But there was no denying the tingling little jolts of pleasure darting throughout her naked, servile body. It seems there was no end to her capacity for sexual enjoyment. With each new blow, her pussy only craved his hard cock more. "Uuhh! Uuuhhh! Ooooohh!"
Gus could feel his cock growing steadily harder each time he struck her, until it was aching for attention. It wanted to be sunk into something soft and wet and clinging. It thrilled the big man the way her asscheeks were turning red. They were almost a match now for the few stray strands of red cunt-hair that peeked out between her buttocks.
"Oooohhh, baby! That's a sweet ass!" The identity of the woman he was spanking was fast fleeing from his mind. All he knew was that it was a desirable, voluptuous woman with a fine, flaring ass that beckoned him like a rose does a bee. He wanted to take out on her all the little quirks his wife wouldn't stand for. And it was apparent Kate didn't mind. She was obviously enjoying herself. Enjoying getting a solid spanking from a man she had known only a few hours.
"What a bitch!" he exclaimed through clenched teeth.
At last, his cock told him it was time to lay off the spanking and get on to the fucking. He knelt close up behind her and slipped his swollen prick in along the crack in her ass. He began to saw it back and forth, soaking it in her free-flowing juices. As he teased her cunt-slit with his hard cock, he prodded her asshole with his finger.
He pushed and poked at her tightly clenched rectum until at last it relaxed enough to let the finger slip inside. Her tight asshole clung to his finger like a snug-fitting gave.
"Uuuuhhh!" Kate enjoyed the perverse titillation of feeling the man's finger stretching her asshole. It was a strange feeling -- masochistic. It made her yearn for more of his heedless manipulations.
"Like that, baby?" he asked sadistically. "Do you like my finger in your little asshole?"
"Oooooh, yesss! I love it!" She was waiting anxiously for the moment when he would stuff his cock deep into her craving pussy. His prick felt hard and tantalizing against her cunt-furrow. She wanted it up inside, where it would do the most good. She had to ask for it! "Ooohh, fuck meee! Please! Fuck me now!"
"Anything you say, baby!" His teeth clenched in a leering grin, he guided his cock straight in toward the slit in her buttocks. He pulled his finger from her asshole and prodded the taut opening with his cock-head. It slipped right up inside.
"Ooohhh, what are you doing to me? Stop! Nooo! Not there! Not in my asshole!" Kate was totally surprised by the obscene act the salesman was performing upon her defenseless body. She would never have started this perverse play if she had known it would lead to being fucked in the asshole. It was too tight up there! He would split her in two! "You've got to stop? Pleee-ze!"
His cock tingling with pleasure, Gus took time to try to loosen her up. To let her know he wanted to give her pleasure too. "Relax, baby. It'll feel good if you just let go! Atta girl! Come on now! Jeez, you got a sweet little asshole, baby!"
Tormented by the big cock in her asshole, Kate figured the only thing she could do was follow Gus' advice. Try to relax. To ease the pain. She remembered the time with the sailors, when she had seen her girl friend Mary get fucked in the ass. The blonde had obviously been enjoying herself so Kate knew it was possible. But she had been a virgin back there, and Gus' cock felt so big in her ass!
"Hnnnhh!" she grunted as she tiled to accommodate the swollen presence in her asshole. He was holding still in her, giving her time to loosen up.
Gus smiled gleefully at the lust-inciting vision of his pubic hairs grazing against her dimpled ass. He had his entire cock buried in her asshole. And it felt great. Sometimes Gus thought he liked fucking assholes better than he did cunts. They were so damned tight!
"It's a sweet asshole you got, baby!" he told her. Incensed by the provocative spectacle before him, he began to move his cock slowly in and out of her shit-chute. He watched eagerly as her pink tissues clung to his cock on the outstroke, then disappeared back up inside on the in stroke. He had never enjoyed a woman so much as when he could watch her asshole taking all his big prick.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Kate was noticing strange new sensations assaulting her cruelly stretched asshole. Pleasure sensations. Masochistic pleasure sensations. The idea of being fucked in the ass was beginning to turn her on. And the physical reality of that big cock massaging her anal passage was becoming as exciting as any cock she had ever felt in her cunt.
Gus was delighted to detect the first signs of her submission to his ass-fucking. She began to churn her asscheeks back to meet his in strokes. Her mewls of protest were beginning to turn into groans of encouragement.
"Oooohh! Aaaiieee! Ooohh, it feels good! Feels good!"
"You like it, eh, Katie? I knew you would. You're the sexiest little bitch I ever met!" He was fucking her in earnest now, thrusting his cock deep into her asshole, then pulling out until only the very tip was still locked inside her sphincter. From time to time, he spit into his hand to lubricate his swollen cock. To keep his prick sliding smoothly in and out, in and out.
"Aarrggghhh! Yesss! Do it like that!" Kate was elated by this new experience in sensuality. She had been interested in trying the experience ever since she saw Mary get it in the ass. But she had been afraid. Afraid of being hurt. If she had known just how intense the pleasure could be, she would have tried it long ago.
For a brief instant she wondered if Mark could ever get into fucking her in the ass. He had never suggested it. She dismissed the idea.
He would probably only think she had turned into a full-fledged pervert.
And maybe she had! Now she had learned how to turn on to being beaten. And to being fucked in the ass. If there were other debauched erotic games to try, she would experiment with them too.
She enjoyed it all. She enjoyed being a full-blooded sensuous woman.
"Aaahhh, baby! It's good! It's really good!" Gus was thrilled by the pretty redhead's sensuality. He had never met a woman who could become so thoroughly involved in the kind of games he liked to play. He thanked his lucky stars that business that brought him to Piedmont this week. Meeting Katie was worth a hundred other chicks he'd known.
Once again he was tuned in on the person he was fucking so brutally in the ass. Katie! Wow! She was something else! He could hardly wait to tell the boys on the circuit all about her! He'd probably still be talking about her years from now.
Women like her just didn't come along every day of the week!
"Aaahhh, golly! I've never had anything like it, Gus! It's sooooo good! Do it! Do it! Do it!"
The red-headed housewife felt her whole body tingling with the debauched butt-fucking she was enjoying so intensely. It was lewd! Kneeling there on the floor in her hotel room, being fucked senseless in her tight asshole by a traveling salesman. It sounded more like the beginning of a dirty story than real life.
But it was real! The tantalizing sensations shooting from her ass and ricocheting throughout her body left no doubt of that. It was the most gutsy excitement she had ever known.
"Oooohh! Aaagghhhhh!"
Gus fucked steadily in and out of her tight ass. As his arousal became more intense, the pace of his fucking grew wilder. He could feel the pressure building deep in his balls...
"Uuuuuhhh... ohhh, Gus! It's so sexy-y-y!"
Kate shoved her ass back at Gus' loins with the ferocity of a hungry lioness. She knew there was an explosion lurking in her loins and she wanted to work it on out. "Yeah... yeah... yeahhhhh ooohhh baby, I'm commm-ing-g-g!"
Gus watched fascinated as the girl churned out her release. What a woman! She could even come from being fucked in the ass! The excitement of hex convulsions was contagious. He could feel the juices squirting from his balls... then out his cock-tip into the tight depths of her ass.
"Aahhh, shit, baby! Me too! I'm coming into that sweet little asshole of yours!"
When he had emptied himself of his heavy load of jism, he lay down on the carpet next to the exhausted woman. Even though he was temporarily unable to do anything about it, he was still intensely excited by the sheer responsiveness of this early redhead. She had given him the experience of a lifetime! And he wasn't through yet.
He felt her hands caressing his back and ass. Already he could feel the first reawakening tingle in his cock.
"Don't worry, baby. I'm not finished with you yet."
"Ohh, goodie," she murmured. Kate was ready to fuck the whole night through.
Chapter Ten
Charlie Samson witnessed the lascivious assfucking between Kate and Gus. He didn't stay for the rest of the evening's entertainment. Charlie was depressed.
He had found the most beautiful, the sexiest woman in the world. And that punk salesman had taken her away from him. The older man imagined that the redhead had not been nearly as excited when she made love with him.
Fickle bitch! he thought angrily.
By morning though, Charlie was feeling better. He realized that Kate was only a fleeting happening in his life. One for the books, so to speak. He began to look back on the scene between her and Gus with new eyes.
The memory made his cock get hard.
The older man determined to have another stab at Katie Thompson before she left for parts unknown.
"Morning, Gus!" he greeted the salesman as he passed the desk with ten the next morning.
Gus looked a little harried. "Got to run, Charlie!" he said. "I'm late already. Man, that redhead never quits!"
Charlie grinned after the retreating figure. So she was too much woman for the young salesman, was she? Charlie himself had never once flagged in the long night and morning he had spent with Katie.
Guess I haven't lost my touch after all, he thought smugly.
All during the course of the day's duties, Katie never really left the older man's mind. He didn't see her come downstairs. He imagined she was spending the day catching upon her sleep. When the relief man came on duty at five o'clock, Charlie knew exactly what he was going to do.
He went up to Room 209 and knocked firmly on the door.
"So is it?" a groggy voice asked.
"It's your friendly neighborhood plumber!" he joked.
"Charlie-e-e!" she squealed. She threw the door open wide.
Charlie entered the room and closed the door behind him. He left it unlocked. "So what happened to 'Mr. Samson'?" he asked wryly.
"Oh, Charlie... we know each other too well for that. Want a little drinkie-poo?"
It was only then that the older man realized his hotel guest was drunk. It surprised him. Somehow it didn't seem to match her healthy, fresh-faced glow.
"I didn't know you liked to drink, Katie." He poured himself a Scotch, using one of the plastic glasses from the bathroom.
"I don't... much..." She giggled. "Gus brought me the bottle this morning. Said it would help me sleep." She held it up to the light. "Gee, I hope he doesn't mind when he finds out it's almost all gone." She looked at Charlie anxiously, swaying unsteadily on her feet.
"Why should he? It's not as though you haven't done anything for him."
She seemed to miss the barb. "That's right, Charlie. It's the least he can do for a swell girl like me, isn't that so?"
"Sure, beautiful." The sight of the pretty young redhead staggering around her hotel room aroused Charlie's desire for her. There was something very helpless and appealing about her. Her bathrobe was tied carelessly around her waist, so her tits and her cunt-hair were in full view. He knew he wanted to fuck her... right now. Before Gus got back. Charlie had no doubt the salesman would be back for more of the redhead's sensational loving.
Well, he could just wait in line. After all, Charlie had seen her first!
"Why don't you take off that silly robe, baby," he told her as he began to remove his pants.
She seemed confused at first. Then her face broke into a broad, leering grin. "Hey, yeah, Charlie. Let's fuck! Okay? Is that what you want to do, Charlie?" She untied her robe and let it drop to the floor. She caressed her tits and cunt lewdly while she watched the older man undress.
"Yeah, Katie. That's what I want to do. You're sure you're not all fucked out, after last night, I mean?"
"Why, Charlie... are you jealous?" She giggled tauntingly at him.
"No, I'm not jealous, baby. Why should I be? Isn't my prick bigger than Gus', eh?"
She looked surprised... "yes, it is. But how did you know, Charlie?"
"Gus and I have known each other a long time."
"Oh." She seemed satisfied. She lay down on her back on the bed and spread her legs. "Come on, Charlie," she whispered. "Do it to me."
"Oh no, Katie." He raised her onto her knees and positioned her over him, while he lay on his back on the bed. "This time, you do the work, baby. You fuck me."
"Hey, Charlie, that sounds like fun." She bent down and closed her lips over his semi-erect cock. Almost at once, it leaped into full erection. She giggled. "Gee, Charlie... your cock sure likes me." She gave it one last swipe of her tongue, then she crawled up over him until her cunt was poised directly over his swollen cock-head.
She sat down. His cock soared all the way up into her clinging pussy-hole!
"Oooohh, Charlie! Your prick feels sooo good in me, baby!" Kate enjoyed the filling sensation of his big cock in her cunt. And even more than that, she enjoyed his presence. She had been feeling lonely all day. Despite not having slept all night, she didn't feel the least bit tired. Just empty. Like she wasn't sure what to do next.
She had been getting a lot of input from all kinds of strange men the last couple of days. She was beginning to feel emotionally burnt out.
Though her cunt was still raring to go.
"Yeahhhh, Katie girl; that's the stuff! Fuck yourself on my prick!"
The hotel owner watched awestruck as she worked her wet pussy up and down over his aching prick. Jee-zuz, she was so tight inside! Even after all the fucking he and Gus had been giving her!
"Sweet cunt, baby! It sure is!"
"I'm glad you like me, Charlie," she whispered in a drunken voice. Of all the men she had fucked lately, she felt closest to this older man. He had treated her most like a human being. Like something special.
The others were too dazzled by how she fucked or sucked to think of much else. But Charlie had been almost tender with her when they woke up together yesterday morning.
Kate knew the problem. She was homesick, basically. But she didn't have the nerve to go home yet.
"Oooohh, Charlie! I love the way your cock feels in me, baby! It's so nice! Sooo nice!"
She braced herself against his chest and raised and lowered her ass over his upthrusting prick. She enjoyed the glorious freedom of being able to control the fucking herself. Of being able to determine how deep and how fast she was going to take his cock into her. She discovered it felt particularly good to move her cunt up and down, just over his cock-head. Then after several frustrating shallow fucks, she would sit all the way down on his prick. The effect was sensational. "Oooohhhh!"
Charlie could feel the pressure building in his balls. He reached up and grabbed the voluptuous woman by the armpits. He helped guide her rising arid falling motions over his cock. He realized she was getting tired already. Women weren't used to taking such an active part in fucking. They flagged quickly.
"Came on, sweetheart. Move that sweet ass of yours!" Lying back like this, Charlie could enjoy the full benefit of her heavy tits jiggling up and down on her chest.
"Oh Charlie! Oh Charlie! Oooohh... I'm coming!"
He loved the way it was so easy for her to enjoy multiple orgasms. It was good for his male ego to give a woman so much pleasure. After watching Gus with her last night, he wanted to outdo the younger man. To remind her why she had so enjoyed fucking Charlie the night before!
"Hey, what's going on in here!" A voice boomed from the doorway.
They both looked toward the source of the noise. It was Gus, with a fresh bottle of Scotch in his hand.
"Hi, Gus, honey! Charlie and I are just having a little fun. Come on over!"
Gus was a little dismayed at first to find his date for the evening fucking another man. But he relaxed when he saw it was Charlie. He sure couldn't begrudge old Charlie his fun. After all, he had been responsible for Gus' good fortune.
The couple on the bed were still fucking. It was beginning to turn him on, watching her red thatched pussy rising and falling over the erect prick of another man. He felt his cock growing in his pants.
"Don't let me disturb you. I'm going to pour myself a drink!"
"Oh Gus honey, bring us one too, will you? All this exercise is making me thirsty." She giggled drunkenly.
Charlie was pleased that the young salesman had showed up. He wanted to prove to Gus that he could please this red-headed sex-fiend too. That she hadn't been so hot last night because he hadn't fucked her enough the night before. That was why he had left the door unlocked. So Gus would be sure to catch them at it, if he came by.
He grasped Katie firmly by the hips and thrust his cock deep up into her quivering cunt.
"Oh Charlie! You're fucking me so good, honey!" Far from being embarrassed at being caught fucking one lover by another, Kate was titillated. It was perversely exciting to be the center of attention like this. The amount of alcohol she had drunk had erased her inhibitions completely. Now she was ready for a full-blown three-way orgy.
Gus downed a quick glass of Scotch and poured himself a second. Then he took a drink over to the couple on the bed. He watched lecherously as Kate's dimpled ass churned over the older man's swollen cock.
Jeez, old Charlie's really hung, he observed admiringly.
Kate paused in her fucking long enough to take a long swallow of the Scotch. She offered some to Charlie. The alcohol burned its way down into her belly, fueling the fires of her lust. She churned her ass with renewed energy over Charlie's deep skewering cock.
Gus began to run his hands over the full round moons of the red-headed beauty's ass. Feeling them squirm lewdly under his touch aroused his lust to an urgent peak. There was a way, he knew, that he could get into his scene. Did he dare try it?
He removed his clothes quickly and approached the lewdly fucking couple. He crawled up behind Kate on the bed, in between Charlie's legs.
The older man realized what Gus had in mind. It made a twinge of passionate excitement throb through his cock. They were going to sandwich the horny young beauty! Fill her lower holes with two stiff pricks!
It took Kate a little longer to identify Gus' intentions. Without the amount of alcohol she had drunk, it might have frightened her. But now she was eager and raring to go. The idea of getting fucked by two hard cocks at once thrilled her.
"Ohhhh yesss, Gus honey! Make love to me, baby! I want both my lovers at once!"
Trembling with excitement, the young salesman bent the woman forward slightly so her dimpled ass was flaring up at him, beckoning him. He spread the cheeks of her ass and poked her clenched asshole with his fingertip.
"Oooohhh, Gus! Uuuhhh, do it to me!" Kate was beginning to feel woozy, so intense was her excitement. The idea of being lewdly impaled by two men at once aroused the full force of her latent masochistic instincts. She wanted this obscene ravishment like she had never wanted anything in her life! She quivered in anticipation while Gus moistened his cock-shaft with her plentiful pussy-juices.
The younger man felt an unnatural excitement as his fingers gazed the other man's hard cock. He was wetting his fingers to moisten his cock, but at the same time he was getting a thrill from feeling the fucking activity of these two people he was about to know so intimately.
His cock shining with her juices, he guided it toward the clenched opening of her rectum. He shoved, and to his surprise and delight, his prick slid right on up inside. She was so excited that her body had taken in this second intrusion without protest. He began to fuck slowly in and out of her asshole, gradually matching the rhythm of the cock in her cunt.
"Uuuuuhh!" she moaned, her tongue lolling from her mouth. This was it! The ultimate in perversion! Fucking two men at once! Her body felt thoroughly ravished, thoroughly opened. She felt like she could have taken a donkey's cock now with no trouble. She was a fucking machine. "Oooohhh! Fuck me, lovers! Fuck meee!"
The two men enjoyed the strange new sensation of being so close to another male. They were partners in this obscene ravishment, sensually aware of each other's cocks, separated only by a thin membrane. Their pricks were being massaged, not only by her inner passages, but also by the stroking movements of each other's cocks.
"Uuuhh, baby," Gus groaned, "you are something else!" It was unbelievably good. It satisfied all Gus' innermost longings for the bizarre in sex.
"It sure as hell is," Charlie agreed. "Keep moving it, baby! Aaiieee!" The older man had almost come to the conclusion that, at his age, there was nothing new left under the sun. But he sure as hell had never sandwiched a woman before. He'd read about it in books, sure enough. But he had never imagined it happened in real life, except maybe in some dingy smoke-filled brothel in the Orient. Now all of a sudden it was happening right here in his own hotel, thanks to the sexiest woman he had ever met!
He'd been right about Katie Thompson all along, he realized. She inspired men to great deeds of sex. She was born for fucking.
"Ooooohhh, its soooo gooood! Do it to me, lovers!" Even though she was impaled by two thick cocks, Kate still had the energy to gyrate her hips to get the twin poles deeper into her belly. She could feel a crisis building somewhere deep inside, and she knew from instinct it was going to be a lulu!
"Aaaaiiieeee! Ooooohh! I'm... I'm... oh golly... I'm commm-ing-g-g!" It felt like her belly was doing flip-flops, like her whole being was quivering to the point of bunting right open. It was the most sensational orgasm she had ever experienced in her entire young life. The last few days sex had all been a build-up for this one moment.
"Christ, look out, honey, here I commmmme!" Charlie shouted. Her release had driven him right over the top. It was sexy to watch a woman get off that hard. Obviously she had never experienced anything like this cock sandwich.
"Me too! Me too!" Not to be left behind, Gus shoved his cock deep into her asshole and let go. He felt his cum flooding her ass for the second time in the past twenty-four hours.
Christ! he thought desperately. Sex will never be the same for me! Not after this! I've had the ultimate sex.
There was absolute silence in the hotel room for perhaps two minutes.
Then: "Hello, Kate." The voice was quiet, but it trembled with suppressed emotion.
The party was over.
Chapter Eleven
"Mark!" Kate scarcely noticed the two cocks slipping from her cum-soaked ass and cunt as she turned around on the bed to face her husband. She quivered against the headboard, above her two lovers, looking like a scared and cornered cat.
"I'm glad I found you, Kate," he said in that same deadly quiet voice. "I've been worried about you."
"But how... how did you..."
"How did I know where to find you? You're not going to believe this, Kate. But your Aunt Fay called Monday night. Just to say hello. Some coincidence, huh? I didn't let on that I thought you were with her. I went to Mary's house and got her to tell me where you'd gone. I hung around the bus station here for hours until I found a taxi driver who remembered you. A woman with red hair and a body like yours, my dear, leaves a trail."
"Mark... I can explain..." Kate was frantic.
Now that she was facing the prospect of having Mark walk out on her, she realized how much she wanted to hold onto him. After all, he was home.
The only home she had...
"Please don't bother, Kate. I think I understand everything well enough."
He looked at the two naked men on the bed. "Now, would you fellows mind leaving me alone with my wife? We have a few thing to discuss."
"Sure, fella, sorry about this." Gus hurriedly put on his pants and left the room.
Charlie was less anxious to leave. He was worried about what the angry husband might do to his unfaithful wife.
"Kate, will you be all right?"
"Sure, she'll be all right. I've never hit my wife, and I'm not going to start now. I wouldn't waste my energy."
Reluctantly, Charlie dressed and left.
"Mark, I don't know what got into me. I just ran wild for a while. But I promise, honey... it'll never happen again." She tried to cover her nakedness with a pillow. But he reached down and pulled it roughly away from her.
"If you're going to let every guy in the hotel fuck you in every hole you got, the least you can do is show a little of it to your husband."
"Mark... please..."
"Shut up, bitch," he snarled. "I told that guy I wasn't going to hit you, and I don't want to go back on my word." He started to unbutton his shirt. "Why don't you lie down on that bed like a good girl? I think it's about time I got a little of that wet cunt of yours. Or is there somebody ahead of me in line?"
"Mark..."
"Shut up!"
When he was naked he crawled onto the bed. She obediently lay down, but her thighs were close together. He pushed them roughly apart. "Quit acting like a Goddamned virgin. Who the Christ do you think you're fooling?"
Kate was appalled. Never in a million years had she imagined she would be caught in her lewd escapades by her husband. That was one of the reasons she'd came so far to indulge her sexual fantasies. She hadn't wanted to hurt Mark. Though he hadn't pleased her in bed, he had always been a good husband in other ways... a good provider. She knew he was terribly hurt by what he had found her doing. That was the last thing in the world she had wanted.
The young redhead was beginning to realize what the price of her unfaithfulness would be.
"Mark, honey..." She had to try again even though he had forbidden her to speak. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I wouldn't have done that... not for anything. You're a good man!"
Smack!
"Ooohh!" the harsh blow across her cheek had hurt. There was nothing titillating about it at all.
"For the last time, shut up! I don't want to hear another word out of your dirty mouth! Do you hear me?"
Tears running down her cheeks, she nodded dumbly.
Mark was sorry he had hit her. He hadn't intended to. But her words of pity had snapped something inside. Something he had been trying to hold in check.
Self pity. The "How could she do this to me?" attitude. He didn't want this slut to know how much she had hurt him. That would be the final indignity. It was bad enough to come in and find your wife being fucked in the cunt and in the ass by two strangers. But to have her pity you on top of it! That was too much.
The young husband was so angry he could hardly see straight. He felt no love at all for this woman at the moment. He saw her as a soiled thing. All he wanted from her was to see her cringe a little. To make her suffer, at least a fraction as much as he himself was suffering.
He had felt perversely excited, watching his wife being sandwiched by those two stiff cocks. In a part of his mind, it was as if he were watching a dirty movie, instead of his own wife in a sordid hotel scene with two strangers.
Before he left, he wanted to fuck her one last time. And this time, he wouldn't have to worry about whether or not she was satisfied. It didn't matter to him any more. He was finished with her.
He took his partially erect cock and guided it toward her cringing pussy. He stuffed it inside the warm wet hole and almost at once, it grew to full stiff erection.
"Okay, baby, move that ass!" he ordered her, "I want you to do it for me like you did it for them."
Obediently, she began to hump her groin up against him. Maybe this was the one way she could win him back. Make him love her again.
"That's it, cunt! Shit, you never get enough, do you, bitch?" He was ramming his cock ruthlessly in and out of her clenching cunt. The spasming caresses of her pussy-walls were driving his cock to tingling frenzy. Despite his anger, the pleasure was getting through to him. It was like fucking a whore -- hard and gutsy and totally impersonal.
"Oooohh, Mark! Mark, darling, love me! Love me!" she cried desperately, the tears still clouding her eyes. She was making a desperate plea for her husband's forgiveness.
Somehow it hadn't occurred to the young wife that she was playing high stakes in this fucking-around game. One shot of bad luck, and she would lose everything.
Well, Aunt Fay's phone call had been the bad luck. And now she was making a last desperate bid to salvage what was left of her marriage.
"You're making a mistake, Kate," he told her cruelly. "I'm not loving you... no more. I'm fucking you. Fucking your cunt, just like all your other boy friends."
Kate could only hope that he was speaking from anger. That, once he cooled down, he would be able to look at things less passionately. That he would give her one more chance.
The prospect of fucking strangers in second-class hotel rooms for the rest of her life terrified the woman. Anything but that! She would even go back to fucking once or twice a week. She needed somebody to love her!
Harder, harder, harder, his cock pounded in and out of her convulsively clenching pussy. He could feel the unmistakable signal in his balls. He was on the verge.
"Uuuhhh! Move, that ass, baby! Shit-t-t! I'm comm-ing-g-g!" Again and again he thrust forward, sending his hot load of jism deep into her cunt.
The minute his climax was over, he rose to his feet and began dressing.
She watched him with wide, frightened eyes.
"What... what are you going to do, Mark?"
"I'm going to go home and wash the bad taste out of my mouth." He took a twenty-dollar bill out of his pocket, crumpled it and threw it at her. "Here, cunt. I think that's about the going rate these days for your class of entertainment."
The door slammed behind him.
Kate was too numb to cry. She staggered over to the dresser and picked up the new bottle of Scotch Gus had brought. She carried it back to the bed.
