Nora Denner gazed at the handsome young man with adoring eyes as he got into the car with her. He slid across the seat, put his arms about her and kissed her full on the mouth. It was a long, hot passionate kiss that went on and on. While they were kissing, the young man's hand found its way up under her skirt and felt along her inner thighs to the crotch of her panties. Then he rubbed her pussy through the thin material, causing her to moan softly.
"Naughty, naughty," she purred when their lips finally parted. "You need to exercise better control."
"Yeah?" said the young man. "What about your hand?"
She gave a little chuckle. Her hand was on the bulge in the front of his pants, giving it a good feel.
"I was just checking to see if it's in good working order, Joel, darling," she said playfully. "Feeling a little horny, are you?"
"A little?" he replied. "Just wait until I get you in bed tonight. You'll see how horny I am."
"You mean I'm going to have to wait until then?" she teased.
"All right, I'll fuck you on the couch in the living room right after supper," he chuckled. "Then we'll go upstairs to bed. Tomorrow is Saturday and we can sleep in, so I'm going to fuck you all night long."
"like you did last Friday night?" she said. "That was lovely, really wonderful."
"You make it sound like that was the last time we did it," Joel complained. "What about every night between then and now? It takes a lot of fucking each night to keep your fire under control."
"Not to mention a quickie fuck in the morning, before we get out of bed," Nora giggled.
"Yeah, that too," he said, grinning at her.
"Your stamina and endurance never cease to astonish and amaze me," she said. "I wonder what it would be like if you were alone with me all day as well as at night? Before long I'd be walking bowlegged."
They sounded like a couple of young lovers who were extremely hot for each other. Most of that was true. They were lovers and they were hot for each other. And Joel was a handsome, horny stud aged 20. But Nora, a ravishing beautiful woman with a body on her that would give a bronze statue a hard-on, was a 40-year-old widow and Joel was her son. Joel, who crawled into bed with her every night and fucked her into a state of ecstasy, regarded his mother as the hottest, wildest, most satisfying piece of ass a young man could ever wish to have for his very own.
As soon as they accepted the fact his father was no longer going to be with them, Joel became the man of the house, the head of the family. Both he and his mother agreed that his most important duty would be taking care of his father's bedroom chores. It was only right that the man of the family should sleep with the woman of the family and look after her needs. The fact that looking after his mother's needs took the better part of the night thrilled and delighted Joel. He and his mother, always loving and affectionate toward one another, were now drawn even closer together. They were suited to each other. She was a woman who needed a lot of cock while he was a tireless horny stud who thrived on pussy.
They often lay cuddled up in bed together and chuckled over how shocked their friends and neighbors would have been had they known that Nora and Joel, mother and son, were in bed together every night. And while they were in bed, they fucked like it was the most natural thing in the world for a mother and son to be joined together by their many orgasms.
They didn't do it just at night either, and the bedroom wasn't the only place where they came together. Nora had been fucked by her son in every room of the house. They enjoyed the freedom of being able to run around the house naked, which enabled Nora to get her son's boner while perched on the edge of the washer. He did it to her while she was sprawled out on the kitchen table, or leaning over the sink. They fucked on the couch and on the thickly carpeted floor of the living room. They did it on the hood of the car in the garage. Joel sat on a chair in the kitchen, or on the John in the bathroom, while his mother, with her tits in his face, straddled him and rode up and down on his upright pecker. They fucked standing up in the shower.
Their friends and neighbors might have envied them had they known. Nora was getting more cock from her son than her women friends were getting from their husbands. Joel was getting more pussy than his buddies were getting from their girlfriends. Neither of them had to go out looking for what they wanted. It was right there for them whenever they wanted it. As often as they wanted it.
Nora pulled her son's hand out of her panties and gently pushed him away. "Let's get out of here before someone from the college sees you necking with your mother," she giggled.
Joel was in his sophomore year at the local college, having chosen that place of learning so he could live at home. Other young men he knew had gone off to college hundreds of miles from home. He wondered about that. Why would a young man choose to be so far away from his mother? Of course, not all guys had a mother who was as lovely as his, or so kind and loving, and so attentive. A few did, as Joel well knew, for he had fucked a couple of them. Some had sagging tits and fat asses. Some were awful nags. Others were domineering and bossy. He was thankful that his adorable mother was different. Delightfully different.
"When we get home," Nora said as she drove down the street, away from the college, "are you going to behave yourself and let me get supper? Or are you going to jump me as soon as we're in the house?"
He laughed. She knew the answer to that as well as he did, because she had already signaled what she wanted. They lived not far from the college and usually he walked home in the afternoon. But frequently when his mother was feeling horny, she jumped in the car and came to pick him up. That told him that as soon as they would get home, she would want him to put her down on the couch or follow her up to the bedroom, and give her a good sound screwing before she thought about putting supper on the table.
"As soon as we get home, you're going to spend the next two hours getting laid," he warned her.
"What about your homework?" she asked.
"Home play comes first," he replied.
Nora smiled as she pulled into the left lane to make a turn onto their street.
"That will be nice," she said. "I love to roll around on the bed with you on a sunny afternoon. How did you know I was in the mood for that?"
"I can always tell when you want it, Mom," he told her. "Just like you know when I have an itch for your pussy."
"Yes, neither of us ever has to ask for it, do we?"
When they pulled up in the driveway, Joel watched his mother turn off the engine, then get out of the car. She was halfway to the front door when she turned to look back and noticed him still sitting in the car, looking at her.
He had been studying his mother's lovely ass. The shapely curves of her buttocks were tantalizingly prominent. His pecker stirred inside his pants, thinking about that hot-looking ass of hers.
He saw her put her hands on her hips as if she was frustrated. Then she came back to the car and with a mischievous smile, said, "What's the matter? Afraid to get out of the car and let the neighbors see your hard-on pushing out the front of your pants? You think they might wonder why a young man has a stiff prick when he's alone in the car with his mother?"
"Very funny," Joel said, grinning as he got out of the car. He reached back in for the books he was supposed to study that night.
She unlocked the front door and stepped in, waited until he entered, then closed the door and locked it.
"You know what, hon?" she said. "You go up and take a quick shower. You know how a shower sharpens your desire for sex. I guess it's because you play with your balls and your cock while you're soaping them up. That gets you thinking about how much you want pussy. Your mother's, I hope."
"Sure, Mom," he said, setting down his books.
"And don't worry about dressing before coming down. You may find me naked when you get here."
He smiled at her, then took the stairs two at a time. In his room, he stripped and stood naked before the full-length mirror. He liked what he saw. His mother liked what she saw, too, whenever she gazed at his well-built, muscular physique. He smiled as he thought about her. His mother was really something. All he had to do was stand before her naked and she got all sexed up and was ready to get laid.
She affected him the same way. She would appear before him in the nude and right away he wanted to fuck her until he was exhausted. Then, if his mother still wanted more, she would bring her face down to his crotch, slide her mouth over his dick and bring it back to life again. If by that time her cunt was on his face, he'd do the same to her as she was doing to him and they'd finish each other off that way. He and his mother had fun together.
As he gazed at himself in the mirror, his hand wandered down and took hold of his cock. Small wonder his mother was so wild about him, he thought, the way he was built. And the way he was hung.
"This is what she wants this afternoon," he said aloud as he grinned at his image in the mirror. "What woman wouldn't after she's had it in her pussy and knows what it can do for her?"
His mother loved to have his prick in the afternoon. He thought of her downstairs, waiting for him. Now and then she liked to start things off on the couch in the living room. They sat there, hugging and kissing, like he was courting her. like he was seducing her. And she'd finally give in and let him fuck her on the couch. She loved being fucked on that couch, morning, afternoon, evening, anytime.
He loved to lie on the couch pressed up against his mother, his hard cock rubbing against her cunt. Or her ass. If there was one thing he truly enjoyed about fooling around with her, it was wedging his solid dick in the crease between his mother's buttocks. There were times when he thought her ass cheeks were the sexiest part of her. At night when they settled down to sleep, he'd always wind up with his prick pressed against her ass.
He had yet to fuck her up the ass, though. He sure wanted to bad enough, but he couldn't talk her into it. She'd never had a prick up her back route and, un-like the woman next door, who let him fuck her rear end whenever he wanted to, she didn't know what she was missing. It was the length and thickness of his dick that stopped her. She couldn't believe her bumhole would stretch that much to accommodate it, and if it did, her ass might never close back up again.
Maybe this afternoon, he thought as he walked into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower stall and turned on the water. Maybe tonight. Sooner or later, she's going to let me fuck her up the ass.
Oddly enough, downstairs Nora's thoughts were on the same thing. After we've had a wonderful time together on the couch, that horny young devil is going to coax me to let him put it up my ass, she thought. I hate to refuse him anything, but I'm not ready for that. Good heavens, if I let him put that thing up my rear end, I'd walk funny for a week after.
And yet, Nora hated to think she was missing out on anything. Her friend Marjorie had practically said flat out that her husband buggered her butt every time they fucked. Did all women take it up the ass? she wondered. Or only some of them? Marjorie didn't look any the worse for having had a prick up her rear end. She hadn't mentioned it like it was the most wonderful experience in the world, but she hadn't complained about it.
Maybe she was wrong in denying her son the pleasure of sliding his dick up her bumhole. After all, they had done everything else together. He had fucked her pussy in every position they could get into. And oral sex was something they did all the time. She loved sucking her son's cock. And when he had his head between her legs, he devoured her cunt like he couldn't get enough of it.
But to take his prick up her ass.. .well, she'd just have to think about it some more.
They had come a long way since that first time two years ago, when they first fooled around on the couch together.
Her husband had been killed in an auto accident, leaving her a 38-year-old widow with an 18-year-old son. She'd hardly had time to get used to the idea of being an unattached woman before men were asking her out. Those horny bastards figured that since she no longer had a man of her own, she'd be quick to take her panties down for someone else's.
Those self-styled studs, most of them good buddies of her late husband, all had the same game plan. Each one was sure that after she'd spent a few nights in bed by herself, she'd be feeling hot and horny and she'd practically invite him to look after her pussy whenever he could get away from his wife.
However, she managed to go almost six weeks without dating and without having a stiff prick between her legs. By then, it was all she could do to keep from climbing all over her son each time they hugged and kissed. She wanted to make sure he knew how much she loved and adored him, and how happy she was that he'd enrolled at the local college so he could be home at night.
It was so easy for things to get out of hand, because she had a case of the hots for that gorgeous stud that was shocking. She pressed herself up against him too much and kissed him in a way that wasn't nice, and it was a shameful way for her to behave with her own son, but he loved it. After awhile, he began to sneakily fondle her boobs while they kissed, and he'd playfully grab hold of her ass. And she loved that. But that was as far as it went. After all, she was his mother and he was her son.
Then one evening, she came home from her Women's Club meeting earlier than she was expected and she caught her son fucking one of his girlfriends on the couch in the living room. When Joel saw her standing in the doorway, he leaped to his feet and quickly put his pants back on. His girlfriend, terribly embarrassed, came up off the couch, grabbed up her panties and her purse and dashed out of the house. Joel hurried after her to take her home.
After Nora went to bed, she had a hard time getting her aching pussy calmed down so she could go to sleep. All she could think of was what a magnificent cock her son had on him and how much she wanted to feel it pushing its way into her pussy. The more she thought about it, the more idiotic it seemed for her strong, muscular and horny son to spend night after night in his own room, when he could be in bed with his mother. Of course, if she would ever find him in bed with her some night, she knew neither of them would get any sleep at all. The longer she considered that possibility, the more convinced she became that there was nothing wrong with a young man fucking his mother, since no one would ever know about it. In the privacy of their home, who would ever suspect that Joel was shoving his prick into her hot pussy, like she was his best girl instead of his mother?
The next morning, Saturday, Nora got out of bed, showered, and went down to the kitchen wearing her negligee with nothing under it. After Joel had taken his shower, he came down to breakfast in just his pajama bottoms.
He apologized for what had happened the night before. Nora smiled and told him not to worry about it, and that they could talk about it later, after breakfast. She sat across from him and they chatted easily. She sneakily allowed the front of her negligee to come open so he could get a good look at her full, round boobs. He stared at them like he wanted to climb over the table to get his mouth on them. She found excuses to get up from the table, like making more toast and refilling his coffee cup. As she moved about the kitchen, she knew he was getting exciting glimpses of her pussy. She was delighted with the expression she saw on his face. That horny young stud was as hot for his mother's cunt as he was for her boobs.
Breakfast over, she led him to the couch in the living room, where she seated herself beside him. They began to discuss the piece of ass he had gotten the night before.
"I'm sorry you saw that, Mom," he said. "I know it must have upset you."
"It certainly did," she admitted. "When a mother sees her son doing that with a girl, it gets her hotly aroused and she wishes she was the one he was doing it to."
"Really?"
"I think it's tragic that a young man feels he can't come to his mother when he wants that kind of action."
"Are you saying you'd like to do that with me?"
"Why not? I know I'd enjoy it as much as that girl did last night. And you might find you'd enjoy it more, doing it with me than with her."
"But you're her mother.. . "
"That's the nice part about it. Who would ever know? Who would ever guess you were having a much better time with your mother than with any of the girls around here?"
"Gosh, Mom-"
"And you wouldn't have to be all by yourself in your room at night. You could be in bed with your mother."
She didn't look at him while she was talking like that. She couldn't take her eyes away from the bulge in the front of his pajama bottoms. Nor could she resist putting her hand on it and giving it a gentle squeeze. It felt solid.
Her message to her son was crystal clear and he picked up on it right away. The only thing that had made him behave himself when he was alone with her, up to that point, was not knowing what her reaction would be if he made a try for his mother's goodies. Now that she'd let him know they could have an intimate mother/son relationship without anyone being the wiser, he didn't mind letting her know he wanted that too. He had no qualms whatever about fucking his mother.
While they kissed, he slipped his hand inside her negligee and fondled her bare boobs.
Smiling at him, she pulled her negligee open, exposing her tits fully. "Would you like to kiss them?" she invited. "And lick them all over? And suck on the nipples?"
"My mother's breasts?" he asked with a teasing smile.
He was all over them, kissing and licking, his mouth pulling on the nipples eagerly. While he devoured them, he reached into her negligee again, lower down. Nora let out a little cry of delight when she felt her son's hand on her pussy. She spread her" legs wide, because she wanted his exploring fingers to have easy access to her twat. She reached into the gap in the front of his pajama bottoms and hauled out his awesome boner. Her wildest wish had come true. She'd wanted to get ahold of that monstrous length of meat and now she was holding it, playfully stroking it.
Moments later, she lost control and sailed off into orgasm. It was the most intense one she'd ever experienced. She'd have bounced right off the couch if Joel hadn't been holding her down with his face on her tits and his hand on her cunt.
When she was finally able to speak, she said, "There's no need for us to be up this early. Let's go back to bed.. .together."
In her bedroom, by the side of her bed, Joel watched as his mother shrugged off her negligee and it bunched up around her feet. He stared excitedly at her goodies while he pushed his pajama bottoms down to his ankles and stepped out of them. She gazed for a long moment at that awesome cock sticking out from his groin. It was aimed right at her and it looked like it meant business. The sight of it sent such intense thrills through her she thought she might swoon, so she quickly got onto the bed. Joel was right behind her, playfully kissing his mother's naked buttocks.
As soon as they were on the bed together, both of them naked, Nora spread her legs and Joel crawled between them-like it was the most natural thing in the world for a young man to be on top of his mother with his pecker aimed at her cunt. He teased her twat by rubbing the head of his dick back and forth along the moist lips of her pussy. He did that until she pleaded with him to stop fooling around and shove it in there.
"Do it, darling," Nora whispered in his ear as she wriggled around beneath him, feeling that boner touching her pussy. "Give Mama what she wants, your lovely big, long cock. Mama needs it. Slide it up in there so she can show her favorite guy how good she can make it for him when he's screwing his mama."
When, at last, she felt that long, thick shaft spread her pussy lips apart and enter her cunthole, she moaned excitedly and wrapped her legs about him, her heels digging into his flesh.
It was the most heavenly sensation a loving mother could ever experience. What joy it was to feel her son's awesome prick as it moved back and forth in her hot pussy.
"Ohhh, Mom.. . " Joel groaned.
"Yes, darling," she purred. "It's wonderful being joined together like this. A mother and her son can experience such intense pleasure when they're in bed together."
She started climaxing when she felt his deeply buried prick buck and jerk, then spew out its load of cream. His face was pressed onto one of her tits, the nipple thrust into his mouth and he held her firmly by the cheeks of her ass while he pounded it to her. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly about him and together they made the bed shake.
When it was over, they rested, but not for long. He fucked her a second time and then a third. They stayed there on the bed all day, fucking like a pair of newly weds on their honeymoon.
Nora was so deeply engrossed in her memory of her and her son's first time together that when the doorbell rang, it startled her and made her jump.
As she went to the door, she wasn't at all happy that someone had picked this time to come calling. She hoped that her son, thinking she was alone, didn't come downstairs naked, with his pecker sticking up in the air.
When she opened the door, her friend Marjorie smiled at her and said, "Hi, Nora. I hope I haven't called at an inconvenient time."
CHAPTER TWO
Joel stood in the shower, his thoughts on his mother's lovely ass as he covered himself from head to toe with a thick soapy lather. His pecker was standing upright as he stroked it and wished it was sliding up and down in the crack between his mother's butt cheeks.
The spray of water felt good against his skin as he washed his face, neck and chest. Then he worked his way down to his cock and balls. The shower was invigorating. He would be ready and eager, as soon as he rinsed off and dried himself, to go downstairs, put his mother down on the couch and bury his prick in that pleasure place between her lovely legs. He'd make it so good for her she wouldn't know which way was up.
He washed himself thoroughly, knowing how his mother loved a clean-smelling body. True, she loved his sex scent, but she liked to work him up so that his fresh, clean scent was overtaken by his fresh smell of sex. He liked that about her too.
Tossing the towel aside when he was finished with it, his first impulse was to dash down the stairs naked and help his mother undress, if she wasn't naked already. Fortunately he skidded to a stop at the head of the stairs when he heard his mother talking to someone.
Damn! Someone has come calling, he thought to himself. By leaning over the banister, he caught a glimpse of who it was. It was his mother's friend Marjorie. Luckily he hadn't gone charging down the stairs and run into her, he mused.
Not that he had any objection to Marjorie seeing him when he was naked. She had seen him like that a number of times. During the past two years he had fucked Marjorie more times than he had kept track of. Usually he screwed her on the evening when his mother was attending her Women's Club meeting, which also happened to when Marjorie's husband was out playing poker with his pals.
But had he gone downstairs and found himself in front of Marjorie and his mother bare-assed naked, that would have been unfortunate. One thing he didn't ever want Marjorie, or anyone else, to know was that he was in the habit of parading around in front of his mother when he was naked. That would have started Marjorie thinking that he and his mother might also be doing a lot of other naughty things when they were alone together. The fact that he was screwing his mother was something he didn't want anyone to know about.
What he and his mother had planned was out of the question now, unless Marjorie didn't stay long. He went into his room and took a magazine out of a drawer. It was a small magazine, digest-size, and was called Family Fun. One could see what kind of magazine it was by looking at the cover. An attractive older woman and a young man were in an intimate embrace. Both of them were naked and the young stud had a hold of the woman's full round boobs. The implication was that here was a young man having a good time with his mother. Or, if not his mother, then his aunt. The titles, listed in a way that didn't obstruct one's view of the woman's tits, made it obvious what the magazine's contents was all about: "Hot For His Mama's Pussy."
"Her Nephew Was Her Secret Lover."
"He Shared His Mother's Bed," and the like.
Joel lay down on the bed to read it. First he looked at all the pictures. They were of naked couples in the act of fucking. The women, though quite attractive, were older, about forty, while the young studs were twenty or under. The caption under one of the photos read: "Eighteen-year-old Jimmie licking his mother's cunt." Another photo, where the woman was on her hands and knees, with a young stud pressed up against her ass, humping her, read: "Gloria, having fun with her nephew."
Not counting the many erotic photos, the magazine was made up of letters, half from guys and the other half from women. Joel began reading a letter from a woman who told about the night her husband was away on a business trip. While she lay in bed, unable to sleep because she was feeling horny, her eighteen-year-old son came into her room bare-assed naked and crawled into bed with her.
Suspecting he was trying to take advantage of the fact they were alone in the house together, she made a feeble effort to get him to stop. But almost before she realized it, he had her so hotly aroused she couldn't bear the thought of him going back to his own room. By then, her nightie was up around her waist and his long, hard cock was brushing against her pussy. She spread her legs and he mounted her, and her hand on his cock guided it into her cunthole. He pushed it up in there, and from that point on, he fucked her gloriously all night long.
Joel grinned. It was like reading about him and Mom. The next letter was from a guy who's father left for work early in the morning. He'd lay there in bed until he heard his father leave, then he'd cross the hall to his mother's room. Her nightie was already on the floor and she was waiting for him. They fucked for an hour, then showered together. If they had time, she bent over in front of him and he gave her a stand-up fuck from the rear. They dried each other off, dressed and had breakfast. Then they left, she to her office job and he to his classes at the local college.
There were several more letters from young guys, each one screwing his mother. And from several women, each of whom had a hot thing going with her son. Then there were eight letters, each from a woman being fucked by her nephew. And seven letters, each from a young guy who was looking after his auntie's pussy. One was from a girl who was making it with her brother and one from another girl who had a hot thing going with her uncle. But Joel enjoyed the letters from older women, or the guys who were screwing their mothers or aunts. He had a thing for older pussy, which was maybe why he was so wild about his mother's cunt.
He came to a letter he particularly enjoyed, because he and his mother had read it together when they were in bed the night before. The mother gave in and let her son slide his prick up her ass. She was astonished at how he got his cock all the way up in there without hurting her. There was no discomfort and she enjoyed a lot of kinky pleasure. After that, her son was buggering her butt as much as he was screwing her pussy.
After Joel and his mother had read that letter the night before, she was almost to the point where she was going to let him fuck her up the ass. But she chickened out. Maybe he'd talk her into it tonight, he thought hopefully.
He heard his mother call to him. He put the magazine down, rolled off the bed and rushed to the head of the stairs. His mother looked up at him and laughed.
"What a sight," she exclaimed. "I don't think I've ever seen your cock and balls from this angle."
"Mom-"
"You can come down now. She's gone."
"Damn her anyway," Joel grumbled as he seated himself on the couch in the living room. Nora chuckled as she sat down beside him.
"She's a very nice person," Nora told him. "She didn't know she was keeping you from doing something naughty with your mother. Anyway, she wasn't here very long."
"It seemed like hours," Joel grumbled.
She looked at him with a mischievous smile and said, "Maybe you should have come down while she was here. One look at you bare-assed naked and she'd want to make it with you as much as I do. I think she has a case of the hots for you anyway. You wouldn't have any trouble getting her panties off and that monstrous cock between her legs. I'll bet she wouldn't even care if I sat here and watched her getting it."
"Mom.. . "
"We might have talked her into a threesome, a guy making it with two women," Nora chuckled. "That's something you and I haven't tried yet, and I'll bet it could be fun."
"Sure, and let her find out I'm screwing my mother," Joel reminded her.
"She'd keep it a secret," Nora argued playfully. "She'd have to if you were screwing her too. After all, if her husband ever found out you were burying your dick in her twat, he'd brain both of you."
"Are you trying to sell me on a threesome, Mom?" Joel asked. "You really want to try it?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind, but I'd prefer it was me and two guys," Nora teased.
Joel grinned at her. "Now you're pulling my leg."
Her fingers entwined about his upright boner. "All right, I'll pull your cock instead."
He laughed. "The next time one of your women friends comes over here, see if you can talk her into it."
"A threesome."
"Yeah."
"Forget it," Nora told him. "You think I'm going to just sit and watch while you screw someone else?"
"You wouldn't enjoy watching?"
"I enjoy doing it," she told him. "And I want you all to myself. If you poop out from too much pussy, I want it to be mine that did you in, not one of my women friends."
Grinning at her, Joel said, "That's what I love about you, Mom. You're selfish."
"I am where my son's cock is concerned," she admitted.
Joel could feel her warm breath blowing in his ear and his body responded to her enticing touch. She loved to play with his cock and balls. When he was naked, her hands were seldom off them. Her hand slid up and down the underside of his shaft while they kissed. His prick was so stiff it quivered. Her warm dancing fingers made it tingle.
As he thrilled to the feel of his mother's thumb gently rubbing a dribble of pre-cum over the bulbous-shaped head of his dick, he gazed into her eyes and he could anticipate what her next move would be. She was thinking this was the right and proper time for a blow job.
She had done this to him so many times before. They'd be sitting on the couch, smooching. Then she'd unzip his pants, haul out his boner, lean over it and give it a loving kiss on the swollen head. Only, this time, he was naked and there was nothing to get in her way, as she got onto her knees in front of him. like before, she planted a sweet kiss on the head of his dick, then kissed and licked it all over, from the tip down to the base and back up several times.
His cock was at full erection as her lips and fingers traveled up and down on it. She teased it by letting the knob knock against her chin. She opened her mouth and sucked the head between her lips. Then her mouth slid further onto the shaft.
Joel let out a soft moan of appreciation. His fingers tangled in her hair, like he was afraid she was going to back away from it too soon. But he knew from past experience she would never do that. Once his mother had his prick in her mouth, she went through the whole routine. When she loved up his cock, she stayed with it. Sometimes she blew him three or four times. The only thing that made her quit was her rising need to have his cock in her pussy.
While she made love to her son's prick with her lips and tongue, Nora was well aware of the advantage she had over other women. Other women, especially married women, had to be careful not to be seen with their lover. Nora didn't have that problem. Her son took her out to dinner, to movies and dances. They visited friends, went places and did things. And that was all right, because they were mother and son. No one suspected that good-looking stud got into bed with her every night and fucked her silly.
His age was another advantage for Nora. Even if he hadn't been her son, no one would have thought a 20-year-old would be eager to fuck a 40-year-old woman, even if she was exceptionally good-looking, had a sexy body on her and loved to fuck, which was Nora's main assets. People assumed a guy that age was hot for 18, 19 or 20-year-old girls. The idea that a 20-year-old stud was not only willing but eager to screw his mother never seemed to occur to anyone.
There was another advantage in regard to her son's age. His hormones were churning around inside him, his pecker was always hard and all he thought about was pussy. His mother's pussy. He was Nora's kind of guy.
Her son was a handsome stud with a big hard prick who could have had all the girls his age he wanted, but he didn't want them (at least Nora assumed he didn't). Not when he could crawl into bed with his mother whenever he wanted to and fuck her until he was exhausted.
After Nora had sucked him off, Joel stood there on shaky legs, thrilled out of his mind at what his mother had done for him. As far as he was concerned, she gave by far the best blow job of any woman who had ever gone down on him and taken his prick in her mouth. He loved the way his mother gave head.
While he stood there, trying to catch his breath, Nora was busy taking off her clothes. When she was naked, she parked her ass on the couch and spread her legs, obviously expecting her son to return the favor. Then it was his turn to drop to his knees in front of her, and he didn't hesitate. He thrust his head between her satiny smooth thighs and began kissing, licking and sucking, eager as always to show her, in case she had forgotten, what a superb pussy eater he was. He did that all right.
He soon had his mother squealing and shrieking with the intense pleasure of an orgasm. But he didn't stop there. He brought her off again and again until she nearly freaked out.
When she got to her feet, he took her in his arms and held her tight, flattening her tits against his chest while he kissed her and rubbed the head of his prick along her slick pussy lips, like it was normal procedure for a young man to behave like that with his mother.
Her behavior was unusual too, for a mother. She held his balls in one hand and his cock in the other, stroking it as it rubbed against her twat.
After a few minutes of playful grabbing and groping, she took him upstairs to her (their) bedroom and they got onto the bed together, where they indulged in some more touching and feeling. Then Nora pushed him onto his back, flung a leg over him and straddled him. Holding his upright boner steady, she brought her pussy up over it and lowered it onto that awesome shaft.
She figured after the intense blow job she had given him downstairs, he should he there and rest a bit while she did all the work. Not that she considered what she was doing work. It was fun. Her son's tool was the longest, thickest and most fabulous thing she'd ever had up her twat. She rode up and down on it until she was nearly out of her mind. Her son held onto her gyrating ass and let her go to it. He didn't mind that his mother's soft fleshy jugs were slapping his face.
When they climaxed together, it was glorious. They went nuts, humping as they both lost control.
Moments later Nora was on her back and Joel was humping her like she was the best piece of ass a horny young stud could ever find.
* * *
Marjorie Bennett stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, admiring herself. She was naked.
"Not bad for a 29-year-old woman," she said with a little giggle. "Even if I am a little overweight. That good-looking son of Nora's jumped on me quick enough when I let him know I was interested in the big bulge inside his pants."
Then silently she argued with herself as to whether or not she had a few extra pounds.
Women would always be frustrated about their body, she thought. Skinny and flat-chested women were unhappy during the times when it was the fashion for women to have big boobs and a full, round ass. Then when the fashion changed, as it had, here she was, a woman with full boobs and a big ass when it was fashionable for women to be skinny.
So she was slightly overweight, she thought. No one could say she was fat, or even somewhat plump. Not quite buxom either. In those girdle ads on TV, she recalled, the lady referred to herself as having a full figure. Actually, Marjorie thought, she was nicely filled out, not looking like those scrawny, undernourished models and actresses who were so in style in this day and age.
That was just it, she thought. She was in the wrong age. She was built along the lines of Jayne Mansfield, Mamie Van Doren, Ursella Andress and Mae West. But no one knew who they were now, unless they watched old movies like she did.
"With a body like this, I could have made it big in the movies back in the 30s," she told herself.
But here she was, built just like those gorgeous creatures years too late, and when she went into a dress shop, she found the merchandise was for skinny women.
But Marjorie wasn't fooled by the fact that only skinny women appeared on the covers of magazines and in TV commercials and movies. Most men, she rationalized, liked a woman who had some flesh on her bones. Whenever her husband was out of town on business, she didn't have any trouble finding a gorgeous young stud who was only too happy to bring her home and spend the night in bed with her. And Nora's son Joel didn't pass up the chance to throw a fuck into her when she gave him some encouragement.
Marjorie liked men. Even old men, if they could still get their pecker up. And she hadn't met one yet who couldn't. She had yet to have one in bed with her who didn't screw the living hell out of her all night long. Maybe he figured that might be his last chance to fuck a younger, good-looking woman and he was going to make the most of it.
For every woman there was a particular kind of man she especially liked, Marjorie thought, and she was no different. For her, the one she preferred more than any of the others was a good-looking guy around 18, 19 or 20. At that age, a horny stud could fuck and never quit. She liked that, when a guy was in bed with her and he just kept on fucking.
The nice thing about a young man was that she could be seen with him, even by her husband, and no one would suspect she was making it with him. One day, one of those gorgeous young studs came to her home and his timing was off. Her husband hadn't left the house yet. The young man's mother was a good friend of hers. Marjorie simply told her husband her friend Arlene had sent her son over to get one of her cake recipes.
Marjorie knew quite well there were a lot of young studs out there who thought she was sexy, not in spite of her extra padding, but because of it. Not ugly, desperate young men either, but fairly handsome studs with big, hard pricks who could have slim, slender girls their own age whenever they wanted them.
Her current secret lover was Nora's son Joel. She met him one afternoon at Nora's house. Nora was throwing a party for Becky, who was soon to be married. There was this gorgeous young guy there and Nora proudly introduced him to her as her son Joel. Joel was 20 and built the way she liked to see a young man: tall, lean and muscular, with a big bulge in the front of his pants. What thrilled her even more was that Joel looked at her like he wanted to climb all over her. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off her.
When she and Nora were alone for a moment, Nora said, "You really made a hit with him. I think he has a crush on you." She said it like it was all so sweet and innocent.
When she and Joel and were alone in the kitchen, Nora having gone into the other room to serve her guests, he told her flat out he had a thing for women who were built like her. She knew what thing he was talking about. It was long, thick and hard, and pushing out the front of his pants like a tent. Marjorie was pleased. Of course, she wanted a guy to respect her for her intelligence, but she didn't mind Joel lusting for her body. He asked if he could escort her home and she agreed.
"Can we leave right away?" he asked with a grin.
She smiled and nodded. He was obviously hot for her and wanted to spend some time alone with her before her husband came home from the office.
Once they were inside her house, Marjorie led him over to the couch. As soon as he was seated on it, he asked, "What time does your husband get home?"
She settled her ass onto his lap, put her arms about his neck and lay a hot, sexy kiss on him. When she finally let him come up for air, she said, "This is your lucky day, honey. My husband left this morning on a business trip. He won't be home tonight."
By then, his hand was moving up under her skirt, feeling along her inner thighs to the crotch of her panties. He grinned at her and said. "You'll be lonesome in this house all by yourself. How about letting me stay with you tonight?"
"How will you explain your being out all night to your mother?" Marjorie asked.
"I'll phone her and tell her I'm spending the night with you, because your husband is out of town and you feel nervous being in the house by yourself at night. She'll understand."
Marjorie laughed. "I'll bet she will."
"So how about it?" Joel asked again.
"Well, that depends," Marjorie said, gazing into his eyes with a mischievous smile. "Bedtime is a long way off and you may be pooped out by then."
He laughed. "I know you'll do your best to wear me out, but tomorrow morning you'll find I'm still going strong. I have endurance."
"So I've heard."
"Yeah? From whom?"
"You know how women like to gossip," she said. "You've been making out with at least two of your mother's women friends. Not to mention Becky, who is soon to be married."
She and Joel agreed that women were as bad as men at talking about who was fucking whom. Then she got up off his lap and began to get undressed. He leaped up off the couch and stripped rapidly. He was naked before she was and he dropped to his knees in front of her to drag her panties down from around her hips and ass. When she stepped out of them, his arms went about her hips and his hands grabbed hold of her buns. She let out a cry of surprise and delight when he kissed her pussy.
"You're a muff diver?" She exclaimed. "No wonder those women are so wild about you."
Joel smiled a secret little smile. She obviously had no idea her best friend, his mother, was wild about him eating her pussy, too.
Marjorie parked her ass on the couch and spread her legs. Joel thrust his head between them and began kissing, licking and sucking, like he was eager to show her what a superb pussy eater he was. He did that all right. He brought her off again and again, until she nearly freaked out.
When he got to his feet it was her turn to drop to her knees and the next thing he knew, she had a hold of his ass and his balls, and his prick was in her mouth. He stood there with his legs apart and grinning, like having his prick in a warm, soft mouth was something that happened to him every time he was alone with a woman.
After the third time she sucked him off, she took him upstairs to her bedroom and they started fooling around on the bed together. In spite of the blow job she'd given him, his prick was hard again. She pushed him onto his back, flung a leg over him and straddled him. Holding his upright boner steady, she brought her pussy up over it and lowered it onto that awesome shaft.
The size of his cock thrilled and delighted her. His tool was the longest, thickest and most fabulous thing a horny woman could ever hope to find. She rode up and down on it while she squealed and shrieked in ecstasy. Joel held onto her gyrating ass and let her go to it while he sucked ravenously on one of her full, fleshy tits.
When they climaxed together, they made the bed shake. They went wild, humping out of control. After a brief rest, Marjorie was on her back and Joel was humping her like she was the hottest piece of ass he was ever going to find, and screwing a buxom woman was where it was at.
When Marjorie woke up the next morning, Joel was on top of her, sliding his prick into her pussy-hole again. It was a wild, thrilling fuck and he was still going strong. One thing her young lover had, in addition to a big, long, thick cock, was endurance.
CHAPTER THREE
Things had gone well for Joel. He had graduated from college the year before and immediately took a good-paying job with a local company. He had no complaints about the pussy he was getting either.
His mother, who had a good relationship with her mother, went to see his grandmother four times a year and spent two or three weeks there each time. Joel didn't mind. His mother being away didn't mean he had to sleep by himself at night. He simply went out on the prowl and had no trouble finding a horny woman whose pussy needed looking after.
Nora had left again and, as usual, Joel wondered what he was going to do for pussy while she was gone. He was on his way home from the office and he was thinking about it. If he didn't find a woman who wanted to take down her panties for him, he'd end up spending a night without a woman's naked body to snuggle up to.
He thought about all his buddies. If one of them was out of town on a business trip, he could go over to his place and spend the night in bed with his wife. But he came up blank. All his pals were home and accounted for.
He stopped at a red light and sat there watching people pass in front of his car. He checked out the good-looking women he would like to fuck. He counted five.
He looked to the left at the car sitting alongside his. There were two attractive women in it. Here was a chance to do a little flirting, he thought. As they looked him over, he smiled at them. Their windows were down and they made a comment about the traffic.
Then the woman on the passenger side said "Would you like some company?"
"Sure would," Joel replied.
Before that light had a chance to turn green, she was out of that car and into Joel's. She was a real good-looker, Joel noticed, from the top of her head right down to her toes. Her snug sweater hugged her ample curves and her softly rounded, full breasts. Her tight-fitting skirt drew attention to her sweet adorable ass. She slid her butt along the seat and scooted right over to him, which made him thankful he didn't have bucket seats. The wedding ring on her finger didn't keep her from snuggling up close to him so that he could feel her tit against his arm.
Joel introduced himself and the attractive woman, Marion, did the same. While they conversed, the car she'd gotten out of pulled away.
"You want me to catch up to her?" Joel asked.
"No," Marion replied. "I'll ride with you."
By then, Joel's prick had become a solid boner and Marion noticed the big bulge it was making in the front of his pants. She put her hand on it and said, "Your place or mine?"
"I live with my mother and she's out of town," he said, grinning at her. "I have the house all to myself."
"Oh, that's wonderful," Marion cooed. "My husband will be home about nine. That's plenty of time for us to get to know each other, but by nine o'clock we might really be enjoying each other's company and not want to be interrupted by you having to leave before my husband's arrival. Your place will be much better."
"Yeah, I want to get to really know you." Joel said. "At my place we needn't worry about anyone walking in on us."
"That's good," Marion said. "Having someone walk in at the wrong time could be embarrassing. Especially if we weren't fully clothed."
"We might even be naked," Joel suggested.
Marion laughed. "If we were hitting it off that well, I might want to stay with you all night."
"How would your husband react to you being out all night?" he asked.
"I can phone him and tell him I'm spending the night with Laura," Marion replied. "That's the woman who was driving the car I was in. She'll back me up."
When they got into the house, they sat together on the couch. Marion was reserved and well-mannered in her behavior at first, but she wasn't the bashful type either. She was a woman in her late twenties or early thirties, who was feeling hot and horny, and here was a gorgeous young stud she wanted to make it with. Their first few kisses were restrained, but quickly became more hot and passionate and they both allowed their lustful urges to come to the surface.
"I hope you don't think I'm too forward," Marion said breathlessly when they came up for air.
Grinning at her, Joel said, "I've already decided you're my kind of woman. Just let yourself go. You can behave as naughty as you want and no one will know a thing about it."
Marion took him at his word. She practically climbed all over him. She liked the way he fondled her tits and felt between her legs, but she was eager to get onto bigger and better things. like Joel's cock. She unzipped his pants and reached her hand in for it.
"You'd better not have a little wee one like my husband," she warned. "Every now and then I get an urge for a big, long, thick one, and I don't want to be disappointed."
Joel could hardly wait to show her what he had to offer. To help her out as she fumbled with his undershorts, he pushed them, along with his pants, down past his knees. His pecker, suddenly free of the garments, sprang up tall.
"Good heavens," she gasped. "That's the biggest one I've ever seen. I had no idea they came in this size."
Joel thought at first she was handing him a line, but he liked it. She was feeding his ego and he was eating it up. Maybe she meant every word it, he thought. After all, his mother was always making complimentary comments about the size of his dick. Maybe she really was a little shocked that his prick was so much bigger than her husband's.
Other women had told him the same thing. "You like it, huh?"
"Honey, you don't know what this monstrous thing means to a woman who has had to make do with one that can't be more than five inches long," she told him.
"A lot of women will tell you that five inches is better than nothing," he reminded her.
"That's true," Marion agreed. "But one that's five inches makes a woman appreciate a big one like this when she gets ahold of it."
She had ahold of Joel's. She held his balls in one hand, while her other hand playfully stroked his throbbing shaft. Then she leaned over it and gave the head of it a kiss. Joel wasn't expecting her to do that and his ass lifted up from the couch.
"Relax," Marion said after she ran her tongue over it a few times. "This thing is ready to erupt at any second. It will blast off before I even have a chance to get my clothes off. I'm going to settle you down a little." She kissed it a few more times, then added, "Even if I have to blow you three or four times."
"You'd do that for me?" he panted.
She gave a little laugh and said, "If I didn't want it between my legs so bad, I wouldn't mind spending most of the night sucking this beautiful thing."
Those loving lips of hers slipped over the head of his dick and what she did after that had him going nuts. She really knew what to do when she got her mouth on a guy's dick, Joel noted. His mother did a pretty good job of sucking his cock, and so did several women in his neighborhood, but Marion made them all seem like beginners. She knew more ways to please and tease a prick than a two-dollar whore.
"Ohhh.. .you're really good," Joel moaned happily.
Her teeth, tongue and lips worked over his manhood until his load was boiling in his balls. She gripped the base of his cock tightly and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. He blasted off and his load of cream hit the back of her throat. That was just for starters. She sucked him off a second time, and then a third. It took him a while to catch his breath. When his vision cleared, she was standing in front of him, naked.
"You're as bad as my husband," she teased. "After I suck his cock, he's ready to roll over and go to sleep."
He knew she was putting him on. She could see his pecker had risen back up into a solid upright boner. And she could tell by the way he was staring at her jiggling boobs and hair-fringed pussy how much he wanted to get at her.
"Don't you worry about me sleeping," he told her. "The sight of you naked has me fully awake."
He yanked off his shoes and socks, then pulled his feet free of his bunched up pants and undershorts. Then off came his shirt and he, too, was naked. He leaped to his feet and gathered her into his arms, flattening her tits against his chest as she rubbed her pussy up and down on his hard boner.
"Where do you usually fuck a lady when you bring her home?" she asked.
"Between her legs," Joel replied.
"Very funny," she chuckled politely. "Here on the couch? Or do you take her up to your bedroom?"
"I let her choose," he told her.
"Let's go to bed then," she said. "I want a lot of room to roll around with you. And I've already decided, honey, that I'm going to roll around with you all night. Her hand closed around his dick and she added, "This thing is so big, it will probably take you all night just to get it in."
"If it does, since tomorrow is Saturday, I'll keep you here all day and fuck you silly."
Not to be outdone, Marion said, "If you do, I'll phone my husband and tell him I won't be home Sunday either."
"That's a deal," he told her, his fingers exploring the crack of her ass.
"I like the way you talk," she said. "If you can keep me happy all weekend, then you're my kind of guy."
Joel laughed. "Lot of good that will do us, since you're married and can never be my woman."
"That's all right, dear," she cooed. "If you like the pussy you get tonight, and I like how you handle yourself when you're in bed with a hot woman like me, we'll get together whenever we want to."
"You mean I'll be your steady secret lover?"
"That's it, love. You get the best of it. A secret lover gets all the pussy he wants, while a husband pays the bills."
"Sounds good," Joel chuckled as he led her upstairs with his hand exploring her undulating ass while she held onto his prick.
As soon as she stretched out on the bed, he climbed over her. She took hold of his cock with one hand, parted the lips of her pussy with the other and said, "Take it easy going in."
"Damn, you're tight," Joel gasped as his prick moved slowly into her cunt.
"Isn't that interesting?" Marion said with an impish smile. "My husband complains that my pussy is kind of loose. Actually, it's just that your cock is so big. After it's been in me all night, my twat will be so stretched that, when my husband crawls between my legs, he'll fall right in."
Conversation ceased then and they began fucking.
"Mmmmm.. .yes, do it, darling," she whispered in Joel's ear as she wriggled around beneath him, feeling his awesome hunk of meat stretching her pussy. "I want your lovely big, long cock. Ease it up in there. As soon as it's in, all the way to your balls, I'll show you how good I can make it for you. You lit my fire and now you're really in for it."
She moaned excitedly and wrapped her legs about him, her heels digging into his humping butt. She was soon giving him the most heavenly sensations a man could get from a loving woman. Marion was getting some of those nice feelings herself. What joy it was to feel his awesome prick as it moved back and forth in her hot pussy.
"Ohhh, so nice.. . " Joel groaned.
"Yes, darling," Marion purred. "Isn't it wonderful being joined together like this? The pleasure is so intense."
She started climaxing when she felt Joel's driving prick buck and jerk, then spew out its load of cream. He was hunched over, sucking on one of her tits while he pounded her pussy with his cock. She held him tightly with her arms and legs. He held her by the cheeks of her ass and they both went wild.
When it was over, they rested, but not for long. He fucked her a second time and then a third. At nine o'clock, she reached for the phone on the bedside table and phoned her friend Laura.
"Darling, can I count on you to do something for me?" she asked. "I'm going to phone my husband and tell him I won't be home tonight. I'm going to tell him I'm spending the night with you, okay?. . .Thanks, I knew you'd back me up. He may call you, just to check on my story."
There was a long pause while Marion listened to what Laura was saying. Joel was sucking on her tits and playing with her pussy.
Then Marion chuckled and said, "Oh, honey, I'm having the time of my life. This guy is really something. I'm glad I was in your car and you were driving. If it had been my car, I'd have been driving and you would have been on the passenger side. Then you'd be in this bed instead of me. And frankly, my love, I doubt if you could stand it. This guy has a whang on him like you wouldn't believe."
She laughed, talked a few minutes more, then hung up.
"Thanks for the build-up," Joel said.
Between kisses, she said, "Laura is dying to meet you. I think I got her hot for you. But remember, I saw you first."
They fucked again. Then Marion phoned her husband. While she was talking to him, Joel was still on top of her, sucking on her tits, his cock still deep in her cunt.
"Hello, dear," she said. "I just called to tell you I won't be home tonight. What am I up to? Well, I met this real groovy guy and for the past three hours he's been screwing me like crazy. I honestly believe he's going to fuck me all night long. He can't seem to get enough of me. Will it be all right with you if I let him fuck me up the ass?"
Joel thought for a moment he was going to have a heart attack. As if it wasn't bad enough that she had phoned her husband while he was still on top of her, his prick still in her cunt, she had to tell him what he was doing with her. Then he realized her husband would never believe her. He would naturally think she was putting him on. Of course. The best way to hide something was to lay it right out there. Joel heaved a sigh of relief.
"You what? Oh, you already phoned Laura. She didn't tell me. You talked to her, I guess, while I was in the bathroom.
Well, all right, so we're spending a quiet evening talking girl talk and gossiping about who's fucking whom. But one of these nights I'm going to meet a stud and spend the night with him. I promise. Good night, dear."
She hung up the phone, looked at Joel and rolled her eyes. "He called Laura right after I talked to her. That was close. She told him I was in the bathroom and couldn't come to the phone. I expected any minute he'd ask me to put Laura on the phone. Then what would I have done?"
The phone call was soon forgotten, because Marion and Joel were fucking again.
* * *
Joel had been Marion's secret lover for six months. As such, she just naturally assumed he was faithful to her. like she was supposed to be faithful to her husband, but wasn't. Her belief that her pussy was the only one Joel was getting, was based on the fact that he fucked her so often. No man could possibly handle more pussy than she was giving him, she told herself. How little she really knew her secret lover.
She probably would have freaked right out if she could have known that every night Joel got into bed with his mother and fucked her. True, Nora Denner, at 40, was a very beautiful woman, who didn't look a day over 30, and she had a body on her that would turn any young man's prick into a shaft of solid oak. But Marion, like most people, never dreamed a young man would ever do anything naughty with his own mother, or that a woman would have the hots for her own son. Though Joel lived with his mother and they had the house all to themselves, it never occurred to her, or anyone else, that Nora would make the most of that opportunity by allowing her adoring son to soothe and satisfy her urgent sexual needs.
Nor did Marion suspect that Joel went after and got all the pussy he wanted from other women, including her closest and best friend Laura.
Laura knew her friend had a secret thing going with Joel. She acted like she had found the most satisfying stud in the whole world, which caused Laura to believe her young lover had something inside his pants that was really special. So it didn't take her long to let Joel know that whenever her husband wasn't around, her pussy was available.
After that, Laura had herself a secret lover too, the same one that her friend Marion had and thought was all hers.
Laura was unique in the respect that she was the only woman Joel fucked who was giving him problems. She was forever complaining that he wasn't interested in her for herself.
"All you care about is my pussy," she told him. "Whenever we're alone, all your attention is on my cunt, like I'm not even here."
Joel knew that wasn't true. He spent plenty of time on her ass and her tits.
"You don't appreciate my mind," she went on. "You never talk to me about things that are really important in life. There's more to living than sticking a prick into a pussy, you know."
Joel would just smile, give her some loving, and before long they were fucking again. He knew she was probably right, but he wasn't one to notice if a woman is intelligent when she has a terrific pair of legs, a sensational ass, a hot pussy and a pair of boobs that made him want to bury his face between them and stay there forever.
Laura wanted to speak words of wisdom to him, but that wasn't easy with his cock stuffed in her mouth. Joel could admit to himself that they did have a problem, though. They got along great most of the time, because most of the time his cock was in her pussy, when it wasn't in her mouth. The trouble was, when they were through fucking, Joel couldn't find anything to talk to her about.
But she did manage to talk him into taking night classes, the course Women and Their Place In Society. Joel didn't mind. He liked studying about women. He'd been studying women for years, ever since he got his first piece of ass from the woman next door and then kept on fucking her whenever her husband wasn't home.
He studied his mother too, when she was naked, in very room of the house. He studied her when he lay on top of her on the couch, and when they were in bed together at night.
He also studied other women, lots of them. One of the first things he found out about them was that older married women were usually surprisingly easy to fuck. They weren't about to pass up a chance to make it with a horny young stud like him when hubby wasn't home. Near as Joel could tell, all they wanted from him was a good, sound fucking, which they always got. Not one of them asked him if he loved her for her mind.
The evening class he attended focused on women's issues. The instructor was Mrs. Smith, who was not only a good-looking woman in her late thirties, but she had a body on her that was outstanding. Joel couldn't decide which to admire most, her lovely legs, superb ass or luscious tits. It was a safe bet that there wasn't a male in the classroom who didn't have a hard-on. Joel had one. He wanted to fuck Mrs. Smith so bad.
He stayed after class to talk to Mrs. Smith. As they discussed his problems with the course, he couldn't help staring at her boobs. She noticed that, smiled and suggested that when they were alone like that, he could call her Helen.
"I don't really understand what constitutes sexual harassment," he told her. "I mean, when it is and when it isn't."
Helen smiled and he noticed she didn't miss the fact that the front of his pants was sticking out like a tent. It looked to him like she actually jiggled her boobs on purpose, to see if his bulge would get any bigger. Or maybe tear its way out of the front of his pants.
"Let me give you an example," she said. "When the person who initiates the sexual contact is in a position of authority over the other person, then sexual harassment is a good possibility."
"I still don't understand," he said.
She gave a little chuckle and said, "Well, since we're alone and our conversation won't be overheard, I suppose I can be more specific. Let's take us, for instance. I'm your instructor, so if I were to fondle your cock and you didn't want me to, that would be sexual harassment. If you wanted me to be playing with your dick, it wouldn't be."
He was startled at the explicit language she used, but grinning at her, Joel said, "I can't imagine me not wanting you to play with my dick. I'd like nothing better than for you to do that."
"Please, let's stick to the subject," she said coolly. But Joel noticed her cheeks were flushed, a sure sign her pussy had heated up.
"Well, anyway, you've made it clearer," he said.
"I'm glad, but let's make sure you understand fully the subtle difference here," she went on. "Now then, if I told you I'd give you an A if you fucked me, that would really be sexual harassment."
"I'd gladly do that, even if you didn't give me an A," he told her. "I'd like to do that very much."
"I was explaining how that would be sexual harassment," she said patiently.
"Maybe it wouldn't be," he replied, believing they were coming closer to an understanding. "I doubt if you'd make an offer like that if you weren't certain I wanted that as much as you did. So, knowing how much I wanted to fuck you, you probably made that offer because you knew I wouldn't have the guts to do anything about it if you didn't give me a little bit of encouragement."
"That's a good point," Helen chuckled. "You're a very clever young man."
"So if each of us knows the other one wants it, you can go ahead and suggest it and sexual harassment doesn't enter into it at all," he said.
Helen gave him a lewd smile. "Well then, in that case, how about it, honey? You want to find out how hot I am for a good-looking stud like you? And how good I can make it for you?"
"Right here and now?" he asked.
She laughed. "Good heavens, no. It's too risky. You think I want to get caught with my panties on the floor and my legs wrapped around one of my students?"
"Okay then, where and when?"
"How about my place? I live about a five-minute drive from here, and my husband is out of town for the next three nights. You want to spend the night with me?"
"This is Friday. Since your husband isn't home, I'd like to spend the weekend with you."
"It's a deal," she said. "But it's only fair to warn you, once you light my fire, I'm a lot of woman for any man to handle. My husband-likes to get away for business, just so he can rest up."
"He'll sure be surprised when he comes home on Monday and finds you all pooped out," Joel told her.
She laughed. "Honey, I hope I'm pooped out on Monday.
"I'll try my best," he said bravely.
"Just so you know what you're getting into," she said.
As soon as they were in her home with the door closed and locked behind them, Helen leaped into his arms and lay a long, hot, passionate kiss on him. He kissed her right back, with his hands holding her by the cheeks of her sweet adorable ass.
As they sat together on the couch, he tugged her sweater up over her head and removed her bra. Her full, fleshy tits were almost perfectly rounded. He sucked on one fat nipple while his fingers teased the other. He devoured her boobs until she sailed off into her first orgasm.
While she was recovering from that, he ran his hand under her skirt, feeling along her inner thighs to the crotch of her panties. He could feel the heat of her pussy as he gently rubbed it. The crotch of her panties was soon wet with her secretions of sexual arousal. He tugged the garment down her legs and, while she flicked them aside with a toe, he slid a finger into her cunthole.
"Oh, honey," she moaned. "You really know how to go after a woman's goodies."
If he hadn't been so busy fingering her cunt, kissing her face and loving up her tits, he might have told her he had something going for him that her husband didn't have. After a few years of marriage, some husbands get out of the habit of making love to their wives. Joel spent a lot of time doing what he was doing and it made Helen feel really special.
"Let's get undressed," she whispered after the third time she climaxed.
When they were naked, they stood there with their arms about one another, hugging and kissing, she holding onto his upright boner and he with his hands on both cheeks of her bare ass.
Then they went upstairs to her bedroom and rolled around on the bed.
Helen spread her legs and he crawled between them, like it was the most natural thing in the world for a young guy to be on top of his teacher, a married woman whose husband was out of town on business. He teased her twat by rubbing the head of his dick back and forth along the moist lips of her pussy. He did that until she told him to stop fooling around and take care of her.
"What you're doing is naughty, teasing me like that," she giggled. "Now shove it up in there. At the rate you're going, the weekend will be over before you get it in."
"You're really hot for it, aren't you?" he said, grinning down at her. "All right, brace yourself. Now I'm going to show you some real excitement."
She wriggled around beneath him as he buried his thick solid shaft in her cunthole.
"Mmmmmm.. .that's more like it," she purred.
"That what you want?"
"Yes. Now I can show my favorite student how good I can make it for him when he's screwing his teacher."
She moaned excitedly and wrapped her legs about him, her heels digging into his humping butt. It was the most heavenly sensation a guy could ever experience. What joy it was to feel his prick moving back and forth in her hot, tight cunt.
"Ohhh, Helen, this is so nice.. . " he groaned.
"Yes my love," she purred. "It feels so good, being joined together like this. A teacher and her student can have such good times when they're in bed together. This is what I wanted from the first moment I saw you in my class."
"Is that what a teacher thinks about when she stands in front of her class?" he asked, keeping a steady humping rhythm going as she wriggled beneath him. "She looks the guys over and wonders what it would be like to be fucked by them?"
"Yes," she giggled. "She picks out a stud she could really get hot for, like I did with you. Then she wonders if he'd be more fun to have in bed with her than her husband."
She started climaxing when she felt his deeply buried prick buck and jerk, then spew out its load of cream. His face was pressed onto one of her tits, the nipple thrust into his mouth. He held her firmly by the cheeks of her ass while he pounded his prick into her. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly about him.
When it was over, they rested, but not for long. Helen intended to make the most of the fact she had this handsome stud's cock and the whole weekend to enjoy it. He fucked her a second time and then a third. They fucked throughout most of the night, like a pair of newlyweds on their honeymoon.
CHAPTER FOUR
Joel's mother decided she had better things to do during the day than keep the house neat and tidy, so she hired a full-time maid.
Nora was no longer home much during the day. She had invested in a small business that took up her daytime hours. Her son's job kept him away from home during the day too, which was why she decided to buy the business. Why hang around the house if her son wasn't there, screwing her?
What Nora didn't know, though, was that after she hired the maid, her son began spending more time at home.
Her name was Marie and she was a rather attractive woman in her forties. She was a little on the buxom side, round fleshy tits and a plump ass. From the time Joel met her, he had the hots for her. He wanted to fuck her so bad that whenever his mother wasn't around, he couldn't keep his hands off her. He always found a way to get close to her and sneakily brush against her tits. When he found he could get away with that, he grew bolder. He playfully patted her ass.
One morning, Marie came into his bedroom to make up his bed. Joel came out of the shower and all he had on was his bathrobe. He was so hot for Marie he threw caution to the winds and made his move. He shrugged off his bathrobe, took her in his arms and laid a hot passionate kiss on her. When they came up for air, he had his hand on one of her boobs, fondling it.
She looked into his eyes with a stern expression on her face and said, "I have a son almost your age and if I knew he behaved with a woman the way you're behaving with me, I'd smack his ears for him."
Joel grinned at her and took a firm hold on both cheeks of her ass. "I've got news for you, Marie. Unless your son is odd, this is exactly the way he behaves with a woman."
"What a terrible young man you are," she gasped, trying to sound exasperated. "This is wrong."
"What do you mean?" Joel asked.
"I'm an employee and you're taking advantage of me," she said. "You exposed yourself to me, held me and kissed me, fondled my breast, and your hands are all over my rear end."
"So?"
"So I'm helpless to do anything about it," she informed him. "If I go downstairs and tell your mother, she'll scold you, but she'll let me go. She won't let me stay when I'm a temptation to you. You get to feel my goodies and I lose my job. Is that fair?"
"It doesn't have to be that way," Joel told her. "Mom doesn't need to know anything about it."
"Or my husband either, I suppose?"
When Joel's mother hired Marie as a maid, she also hired her husband as the new gardener, to replace the one who had just retired.
"He's down there tending to the flower beds and trimming the hedges while his wife is up here being fondled," Marie went on.
"No one needs to know," Joel said.
"And I'm supposed to let you go right on grabbing and feeling?" she replied.
"It isn't if you're enjoying it as much as I am," Joel argued. "And you are, aren't you?"
"What makes you think so?" Marie said, gazing down at his upright boner like she couldn't take her eyes off it.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. "I can tell when a woman is feeling horny," he told her. "Right now you're as hotly aroused as I am."
A slight smile spread across her face. "Oh. Really? I suppose you're right then."
When he tried to pull up her dress, she let out a yell.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going to undress you."
"Have you lost your mind?" she gasped. "With your mother downstairs?"
"But I want to fuck you."
"Well, use your head, for heaven's sake," she replied. "If your mother comes up here, I could never get my clothes back on in time."
"But I want to fuck you," Joel repeated.
"I'll take my panties off and that's all," she said as she hiked up her dress, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and dragged them down from around her hips and ass to her ankles. Then she stepped out of them. "Now if your mother comes up here, I can kick my panties under the bed and you can grab up your bathrobe and put it on. You have to use your head, young man."
"Yeah, you're right," he agreed.
"I'm surprised some husband, father or mother hasn't caught you in the act long ago," Marie grumbled. "You must be just plain lucky."
Joel watched as she held her dress up around her waist and bent over, then supported herself by placing her hands on the mattress. That was all the invitation he needed. He came up behind her and ran his hands all over the satiny smooth flesh of her plump bare ass. He put his prick in the crease between her buns and let the head slide down until it came to the puffy moist lips of her pussy.
While he held her by her hips, he thrust forward, sinking the head and half the length of the shaft in her hot cunthole. He pulled back, moved forward again and went in deeper. Marie stood there with her legs apart, pushing her fat ass back at him. On the fourth thrust, he was in all the way to his balls.
"Damn, your pussy feels good," he moaned.
Marie had a tight, slick tunnel that massaged every inch of his thick shaft as it moved back and forth inside her. He pulled her back against him until his groin was pressed against her ass cheeks.
He fucked her hard and fast, listening to the squishy sounds of his cock thrusting into her wetness while they both moaned and sighed and mumbled about how good it was.
"Oh, Marie, what a nice tight pussy.
"I've been working here for nearly three weeks," she gaped. "It took you long enough to get around to it."
"You'd have had this cock long before this if I'd known you wanted it. Why didn't you say something?"
"How was I to know you'd be interested in an older, fat lady like me?" she said breathlessly.
"You're not old," he told her as he humped her. "You're not fat either. Just pleasantly plump. I'm wild about your nice round ass."
"In that case, I'll show you the rest of me sometime."
"Yeah. I want to see you naked."
The slap of his thighs against her fleshy butt made an erotic sound that added to his carnal lust for her. Marie pushed back against him to meet each forward thrust and the lips of her pussy clung tightly to his slippery shaft.
Joel could feel himself getting close to shooting off his load, and he could sense that Marie was about to be swept into her orgasm. He reached around to tickle and torment her clit while his cock continued to piston into her pussy. She bucked and writhed, and he felt her cuntal secretions on his fingers. He let out a guttural cry as he blasted off. Marie's ass was a blur of motion.
After a while, he sat on the side of the bed and watched as she put her panties back on.
She smiled at him and said, "Now that you've whetted your appetite, you'll find my pussy easier to get next time."
His dick had risen again. "Next time? I still want it."
"Well, that's all you're going to get for now," she said. "Your mother may come up here at any moment."
"Next time I fuck you, I want you naked," he told her.
She turned at the door and laughed. "That will have to wait until your mother is out and we have the place all to ourselves."
* * *
John and Nancy Carver were a pleasant, attractive couple in their mid twenties. John was employed by the same company where Joel Denner was a successful young executive. Joel was John's boss.
John, an ambitious young man who was eager to get ahead, did everything he knew how to please his boss. It occurred to him that it might help his career quite a bit if he invited Joel to his home for dinner and to meet his wife. Joel spent a delightful evening with them and he reciprocated the next weekend by taking John and Nancy boating. They got along well and other get-togethers followed. The three of them attended parties and many other social functions. The Carvers continued to have Joel over for dinner. John was pleased that his wife went to great lengths to make his boss feel they had become close friends. Had he observed his wife a little more closely, however, he might have realized just how fond she had become of Joel.
Then Joel began dropping by to see Nancy while her husband was at the office. Just an innocent mid-morning chat over coffee. At least, that was all it was at first. Nancy made him feel welcome, because she looked forward to Joel's daytime visits, which she didn't bother to tell her husband about. The way he looked at her, like it was all he could do to keep his hands off her, made her realize Joel had designs on her and she found that exciting. Her face flushed and her pussy got hot each time he came to see her. By then, she had a case of the hots for him that she had trouble concealing.
The next thing she noticed was that Joel managed to sneakily fondle her boobs each time he passed by her. Or he'd give her ass a playful feel. If she'd resented what he was doing, she'd have told her husband about it. But she didn't, because his sly, erotic actions turned her on. She found herself looking forward to the next time he came over, so he could fondle her boobs and feel her ass some more.
At first, she attributed his naughty behavior to the fact he didn't have a woman of his own and wasn't able to satisfy his need to fondle titties and feel ass. But the women she talked to who knew him soon set her straight on that. They told her several neighborhood women saw to it that he got all the pussy he could possibly handle while their husbands were away somewhere. So it wasn't that Joel wasn't getting any pussy, she decided. What he wanted was her pussy.
She was further convinced that his actions were far from innocent by the fact that he didn't act that way with her when he came over in the evening when her husband was home. With her husband there, her tits and butt didn't get touched. Had John known Joel was grabbing her boobs and ass during the day while he was at the office, his rage would have been something to behold.
Then Joel added something more to his tittie fondling and ass touching. Because he was such a close and dear friend, when he'd get up to leave, he'd have to give Nancy a good-bye kiss. The first time it was just a peck on the cheek. The second time it was on the mouth. The third time he put something more into it. His tongue was in her mouth and his hands had a firm hold on both cheeks of her ass.
When he came over the day after that, he might have figured he had Nancy hot and horny enough that he was going to get a lot more than just coffee and conversation. If that was what he thought, he was right. When he knocked on the door and Nancy answered it, all she had on was her negligee with nothing under it.
She led him straight to the couch in the living room and snuggled up beside him. Then her arms went about his neck and she laid a kiss on him that turned his prick into a solid bone.
When she finally let him come up for air, she said, "Damn you, you've been teasing me long enough. You light my fire and leave it burning. This time you're going to finish what you started."
With that, she pulled open the upper part of her filmy negligee, exposing her round jiggling boobs to Joel's lustful gaze. She grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled his face onto them, and said, "Feast on these-for starters."
Nancy was thrilled at the way he went at them, like he hadn't had any tittie in ages. She had no way of knowing, of course, that Joel sucked his mother's boobs when he was 18, and had been nursing on them ever since.
The way he devoured her knockers, it would have been so easy for Nancy to believe her tits were the only ones in the whole world Joel was interested in. But from what she'd been told, she knew that couldn't be true. Probably half the women in his neighborhood had cradled his head in their cleavage.
He sucked ravenously on one stiffened nipple and then the other. And that wasn't all he was doing. His hand was under her negligee, feeling her cunt. When his exploring fingers found her clit and began teasing and tormenting it, she let out a plaintive wail and just let it all go. She was swept into an orgasm that left her breathless.
It took her a while to recover and, when her head cleared, Joel was still sucking on her boobs and fingering her twat, building her up for a second climax. He took his time. There was no need to hurry. Before he left the office, he'd given John enough work assignments to keep him busy all day. He'd probably phone his wife to tell her he'd have to stay late at the office. So Joel had plenty of time to enjoy Nancy's goodies.
But after Nancy had been swept through her second orgasm, she wanted more than having her titties sucked on and her pussy tickled and teased, and she had no qualms about asking for it.
"Here I am, letting you put me through one orgasm after another, without knowing beforehand what it is that I'm getting all worked up about," she told him. "How about unzipping your pants and showing me what you've got?"
"You mean you want to check out the merchandise before things go too far?" Joel said, grinning at her.
"Something like that," she admitted. "Your pecker might be smaller than John's, which means it wouldn't be worth bothering with. Why get all hot and excited over something I've already got?"
"You're right," Joel teased. "A smart woman would have checked it out first."
"Come on," Nancy said. "Haul it out."
Grinning at her with confidence, Joel did better than that. He yanked off his shoes and socks, then got to his feet and stripped. He stood there before her, letting her look him over. He had good reason to be confident.
"Forgive me for having doubted you," Nancy gasped.
"You like it?"
"It's the most awesome thing I've ever seen," she said. "It's long, thick and solid as oak. It sticks out from your groin like a handle on a pump."
"Now it's your turn to show me what you've got," Joel suggested. "All you have to do is open up that negligee."
But Nancy wasn't to be put off. "You could pick and choose from all the single girls in town by waving that thing around," she said. "How come you aren't married yet?"
Joel chuckled. "I was almost engaged once. But she walked into the house one day without knocking and she caught me fucking the woman from next door. That pissed her off. Some women are like that. They don't like to share."
"They can be so selfish," Nancy agreed as she got to her feet and shrugged off her negligee. She moved in close, took hold of his cock and rubbed the head of it along her moist pussy lips. "Husbands can be too. John thinks my pussy belongs to him and no one else. If he knew this big, beautiful dick was rubbing against my twat, he'd freak right out."
"That's no problem," Joel said as he held her in his arms, with his hands on both cheeks of her bare ass. "Wives are very clever. When a woman wants a particular cock, she gets it, whenever she wants it, and her husband doesn't have to know a thing about it."
"Am I going to get this one whenever I want it?"
"If you want it as much as I want you to have it, it will be in your pussy more than it will be out of it." Joel assured her.
Nancy was too impatient to indulge in any more conversation. She led him up to her bedroom and they got onto the bed together. Joel crawled over her. His pecker looked immense. Slowly he entered her.
"I'm glad you're taking it easy," Nancy panted. "You have a lot more to push in there than John has."
He moved forward, feeding her more cock, then retreated in smooth gliding motions. Each time he moved forward, he went in deeper, until finally it was all the way in, right to his balls. Then he fucked her. He fucked her gloriously, and Nancy gave back as good as she was getting.
"Oh, Nancy, this is great," he panted. "We'll be doing this a lot from now on."
"It sure beats coffee and conversation at the kitchen table, doesn't it?" Nancy gasped.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Joel started to work at Stebbins & Co. right after he graduated from college, he became acquainted with Hank, the chief accountant who was approaching retirement. Hank was a keen observer of people and somewhat of a philosopher. Of course, there were those who claimed he was only a nosy old man who liked to look at the women in the office and try to see up between their legs.
Whichever it was, Joel liked him. He even admired him. Hank was a pleasant-natured old codger with a sense of humor. The women liked him and were always making a fuss over him. Hank confided to him that he had lived a full, rich and rewarding life, meaning he had always gone after all the pussy he could get.
"Hell, one night when my old man was out of town, I crawled into bed with my mother," Hank told him. "She didn't order me back to my own room either. She was a good-looking woman with a body on her that turned my prick into a shaft of solid oak every time I thought about what a good time I could have if I ever got into bed with her."
Hank smiled as if he was savoring the memory, then continued. "I guess I caught her at the right time, when she was feeling horny and liked the idea of me being in bed with her. Or maybe she figured it was time I found out what a good time I could have when I was in bed with a hot woman. In any event, neither of us got much sleep that night. When we rolled out of bed the next day, I'd enjoyed all the tittie and pussy a young stud had any right to."
"Was that the only time with you and Mom?" Joel asked.
Hank looked at him and chuckled. "Does a fox keep away from the chicken coop once he finds out how easy it is to get into it? When a dog finds a sweet waterhole, he keeps going back to it. My old man was away from home a lot and every night when he wasn't there, I was in bed with Mom. She was always happy to have me pull back the covers and crawl in with her. She loved having a stiff prick in her hot pussy and she got more cock from me in one night than she got from the old man in a month. Maybe two months."
"You sure had a good thing going for you," Joel said.
"Yeah, but it wasn't long until my two older sisters figured out what was going on," Hank went on. "Then I had to fuck them too, so they'd keep quiet about Mom and me. From then on I was up to my ears in pussy."
"Well, it kept you from having to go out looking for it," Joel said.
Hank gave a little laugh. "like hell it did. I fucked the woman next door, the one across the street and three over on the next block. I fucked every young cunt in college. I even talked my instructor, Mrs. Brown, into taking down her panties for me."
Hank went on talking about his sexual escapades and Joel thought of how similar the old man's adventures with women were to his own. He wasn't about to reciprocate with a confession of his own, though. The old man simply enjoyed the fact that Joel was an avid listener.
Hank gazed at the dozen women in the office as they went about their work, then he said, "Sure is a lot of nice pussy in this office, isn't there?"
"Sure is," Joel agreed.
"Pussy has gotta be the most important thing in the world," Hank told him. "It's even more important than money. If you don't have any money, you can get by somehow. But if you aren't getting any pussy, life just isn't worth living."
"I'll agree with that," Joel said with a chuckle.
"Mighty fine pussy in this office."
"Yeah.. . "
"A lot more of it outside the office," Hank added. "And if a man is smart, he'll go after what's outside the office and leave what's inside the office alone."
"Why?" Joel asked.
"Someone once told me, never fuck where you make your living." Hank said. "I didn't take that advice until after I'd been fired from several places. I finally decided that if I was going to have a steady paycheck and put some money away for my old age, I'd have to keep my pecker in my pants while I was in the office."
Joel looked around the office, checking out each woman there. "Sure is a shame to have to pass up all that nice stuff."
"The thing is," Hank went on, "you can't just fuck one or two of them and let it go at that. You have to screw all of them. If you don't, the one you didn't fuck will get pissed."
"Yeah. Right."
Unfortunately, Hank didn't continue to follow his own advice. Two weeks later, an executive went into the stockroom and caught him with his prick up a secretary's ass. Hank's retirement came sooner than he had planned.
"It doesn't bother me none," Hank said to Joel as he cleaned out his desk. He seemed quite cheerful. I prepared for this. Knew it would happen eventually. I've been putting my money into the stock market for years. At times it even doubled. Now I can spend all my time chasing after pussy."
"I hope I can say the same when I'm your age," Joel said sincerely. "I envy you."
Hank's gaze moved around the office, from one woman to the other. His smile faded. Sure wish this hadn't happened when it did, though. There's three of those women I want to fuck up the ass real bad, and now I won't get to."
Hank's abrupt dismissal and the reason for it made a strong impression on Joel and he made it a rule to live by, that he'd never fuck where he made his living. He kept that vow, year after year. How he'd managed to work closely with a dozen or more very attractive women for the past six years, without making a try for their pussy, was hard for him to understand. What made it possible, of course, was that he was getting plenty of pussy outside the office.
Then there was a shifting around of executives and, one day, Joel found he had a new boss, a very attractive woman named Audrey. And shortly after that, his firm resolve not to fuck anyone he worked with faded away like a snowball in a microwave.
The reason for that was that Audrey Harmon, a hot-cunted lady who needed more cock than she was getting from her husband, got a case of the hots for Joel. On the day they were introduced to each other, she took one look at him and decided right away he was the one she wanted to wrap her legs around the first chance she got.
She began subtly putting the moves on him. Joel played it dumb, like he didn't catch her come-ons and wasn't reading her body language.
He found it difficult playing that role. Audrey, in her late thirties, at her sexual peak, was a gorgeous lady. And Joel was quick to admit to himself she had a body on her. She could probably cause a stone statue to spring a hard-on, he told himself. Audrey was also the kind of woman who always got what she went after.
She quickly promoted Joel, making him her assistant. Joel knew why. Numerous times she called him into her spacious, elegant office for a meeting in which she had nothing important to say. She'd talk about trivialities while she sat in front of him crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her skirt was high above her knees and she made sure Joel could see right up to the crotch of her panties. She looked Joel over from head to toe, but mostly, while she licked her lips, she stared brazenly at the bulge in the front of his pants.
Making believe that he was too naive to know what his boss lady was up to was difficult for Joel, because he wanted to fuck her as bad as she wanted him to make it with her. Had it not been for the fact he was getting plenty of pussy outside the office and sleeping with his mother every night, he never would have been able to hold out on her. He wanted very much to jump her bones, but managed to hold back, remembering the advice Hank had given him years ago.
Audrey teased and tormented him. Each time he was in her office, she found all sorts of reasons to brush up against him. She'd rub her breasts against his arm or chest. She quite often wore something that revealed her stiffened nipples. She'd let her hand drop and brush across his crotch, or across his butt.
Joel held out on her for the longest time, but the time came when Audrey became so brazen he couldn't hold out on her any longer. She put him in a position where he was forced to make an immediate decision.
She called him to her office. Meeting him at the door, she closed and locked it behind him. She motioned him to an armchair and when he was seated in it, she perched her shapely ass on the edge of her desk, facing him. Giving him a sexy look, she kicked off one of her shoes, raised her leg and let her foot travel along her other leg.
Joel's cock was already bone-hard. He tried to avoid looking at what she was showing him, but he couldn't. It just wasn't in him to pass up a chance to look at a pussy, even when it was hiding behind the crotch of a pair of panties. If she'd left her panties off, he'd have been a goner, he told himself.
He stared lustfully at her superb legs and the satiny smooth flesh of her inner thighs. She wore no pantyhose or nylons. Finally, he looked up at her attractive smiling face.
In a soft, sexy voice, Audrey said, "I've decided what to give you for your birthday-me." She gave that a moment to sink in, then added, "Now come unwrap your present."
There was no way he continue to pretend he was unaware of her interest in him. She'd laid it right on the line. He thought of Hank's words, when he told him it wasn't smart to fuck the woman who signs your paycheck.
The trouble was, the situation had now reached the point where it wouldn't be smart not to fuck her. To back off now could cost him his job. Audrey had just about run out of patience. She was through fooling around. She wanted him to fuck her. Not tomorrow or next week, but right then, in her office during business hours.
Joel came up out of his chair and wrapped his arms about the lovely woman. Their tongues probed each other's mouth and their hands became busy. Joel was fondling her boobs while Audrey unzipped his pants and reached in for his cock. She'd waited a long time to get a look at it and now that she was close to doing that, she was beside herself with urgent anticipation.
Joel got busy unwrapping his birthday gift, which was Audrey herself. His fingers began unbuttoning, unzipping, unhooking and removing garments. Audrey quickly undressed him like he was her gift. In no time at all, they were both bare-assed naked. Joel was delighted. His boss lady looked absolutely gorgeous, nice full, round, fleshy tits with fat, stiffened nipples, well-rounded hips and a sensational ass. He got a clear, exciting view of her pussy, because she had shaved all the hair off it.
Audrey took quick note of how delighted he was with her goodies, but her attention was on his cock. She looked like she was stunned that a prick could be that long, that thick and that hard.
Her fingers entwined about it and she gently stroked it while she took hold of his balls as if weighing them in her hand.
"Damn, you're hung," she gasped.
"It should be between your legs," Joel suggested.
"You think you can get it in?" she asked doubtfully. "All the way in?"
"Sure I can," he assured her. "After I open you up."
He dropped to his knees in front of her and began by kissing her feet, then kissing his way up to her knees. Audrey let out a cry of delight and spread her legs so he could go further. He kissed and licked the velvety soft flesh of her inner thighs, moving his mouth from her knees up to her succulent hairless cunt.
The top of Audrey's desk was clear, as though she had planned for this. She lay back on it with her legs wide apart. She clutched Joel's head with both hands, her fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed his face onto her cunt.
Her labia were extended like two lips wanting to be kissed. He kissed and licked those pouty, soft folds of intimate female flesh, tasting her. Audrey squealed. This was even better than she'd hoped for. She expected a quick, fast fuck and that's all. But this handsome, adorable stud was going to give her the full treatment, and he wasn't in any hurry to get it over with. He went at it like he knew what he was doing and that almost blew her mind.
Just for the hell of it, Joel ran his tongue all over and around the tender pucker of her asshole, making Audrey wriggle her butt like crazy. If she liked his tongue on her bumhole, how much more enjoyment would she get from his prick being up her ass? he wondered.
Fucking ass had become a major activity Joel indulged in with whatever woman he happened to be with. His first attempt at it was when he suggested it one night when he was in bed with his mother. She scolded him for talking such nonsense. Her attitude was that a young man who could get into bed with his mother every night and screw her pussy was already doing something that was pretty far out, without her letting him stick his prick up her rear end.
But the next night when he was in bed with his mother and had spent a couple of hours fucking her, she confessed she had been thinking about it all that day and her feelings about it had changed. She reached into the drawer of the bedside table and handed him a tube of lubricant she had purchased that day. That night he joyfully fucked a woman up the ass for the first time.
After that, he found it wasn't difficult to talk other women into letting him bugger them. Most women, he had already learned, were curious as well as adventurous. They wanted to try everything. That is, everything that gave pleasure without any pain. Once they found out he could get his prick up their ass without causing any discomfort or pain, he found himself fucking as much ass as he was pussy.
Joel was sure he wouldn't have any trouble getting his boss lady to agree to ass-fucking. After he gave her pussy a good sound screwing, she'd be agreeable to anything he suggested. Just like the others.
He licked up and down the length of her cunt lips, then sucked those protruding pussy petals into his mouth. He found her clit and teased it with his lips and tongue. Audrey let out a shriek each time he found a sensitive spot and she wriggled around on the top of the desk.
He kissed, licked and sucked on her twat like he had no intention of ever quitting while Audrey was hoping he never would. He could spend the whole day eating her pussy and that would be fine with her, even if he never got around to fucking her. What he was doing with his head between her legs and his mouth on her cunt was so good that, if it got any better, she wasn't sure she could stand it. This horny young stud knew what it was all about. He knew what a woman liked and gave her plenty of it. As he ate her out in a way that was fantastic, it became obvious to her that her husband didn't know the first thing about eating pussy. Neither did any of the others for whom she had taken down her panties.
The delightful scent of Audrey's hot cunt became more and more noticeable. Joel inhaled deeply. He loved the pleasing erotic fragrance that wafted up from between a woman's legs when she was hotly aroused.
He drew his head back, parted her labia with two fingers from each hand and gazed into the depths of her twat. Audrey didn't mind. It gave her a thrill to know he was staring into her cunt and exploring it with his fingers. She almost laughed. What was he thinking? she wondered. Was her cunt any different from all the others he had seen?
Then Joel's fingers probed into her twat and Audrey gasped. Her moans increased in fervor. Her hot cunt was really wet now and her sporadic gasps and moans told Joel her orgasm was close at hand. He pressed his mouth onto her love hole again and licked it fiercely.
Audrey tightened her grip on his head as she shrieked. Her cunt released its honey. Her body trembled in orgasmic convulsions. She came long and hard, her ass rolling on the desk with each spasm of her pussy.
She finally recovered. When her vision cleared, Joel was on his feet, standing between her legs, teasing her cunt by brushing the head of his prick along her throbbing cunt lips.
"That was great," she gasped hoarsely. "Oh, damn, you're good. Now fuck me. We'll celebrate."
"Celebrate what?" Joel asked.
"Your promotion, and your pay increase."
"What will my new duties be?"
"We'll hold a meeting here every morning, just you and me," she said. "You'll start it off by doing what you just did. Then you'll do what you're about to do now. Think you can handle that?"
"I'm a company man," he said, grinning at her. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep my boss happy. A satisfied boss lady is good for the company."
"You catch on quick, honey," Audrey chuckled.
Duty called. Or maybe it was her cunt that was beckoning to him. The head of his prick was touching the wet lips of her pussy. He pushed gently forward. The pussy lips spread apart and the head of his cock went in. The thick, solid shaft followed slowly, inch by inch. It drew back and slowly advanced again, going deeper. Deeper and deeper it went, until it was all the way in and his balls brushed against the tender pucker of her asshole. Leaning over her, he filled his mouth with a fat nipple and warm, soft tittie flesh. Audrey ran her fingers through his hair as he sucked and fucked.
Her ass wriggled around on the desktop as his prick moved rhythmically back and forth in her tunnel of love. She met him thrust for thrust. Horny as she could possibly get, she was the hottest piece of ass a man could ever hope to find. She loved what he was doing and the way he was doing it. He loved the way she was taking it.
The tempo increased. He plowed her hot cunt for all he was worth, banging her hard and fast. Audrey gave back as good as she was getting, and did things that added a few extra thrills for him. She took his cock eagerly.
He gasped and grunted as his cock squished in and out of her wet, hot cunt. He soon found he could no longer hold back from filling her twat with his load of cream. But that was all right. Audrey was already being swept into orgasm. It wasn't a case of waiting for her. It was a matter of keeping up with her.
Audrey squealed as each blast shot up into her. Then she went wild. When it was over, she was all smiles and purred like a contented kitten. Joel was smiling too. He had succeeded in a way that old Hank had never been able to. He was fucking the one who signed his paycheck.
* * *
Irene's body jerked uncontrollably as she came hard. It seemed like she came forever. Joel, who was pounding his prick into her pussy, shot off his load and collapsed on top of her.
"Mmmmmm.. .I'm at peace with nature and myself," Irene said with a happy little sigh.
"There's nothing like balling in the woods," Joel said as he helped her to her feet.
They walked together, naked, holding hands.
"I love the woods," Irene said. "The fresh, invigorating scent of the outdoors, the soft grass under your feet."
"And under your sweet ass when I'm fucking you," Joel said with a teasing grin.
"And a gentle breeze stirring the leaves in the trees," Irene went on. "It makes it all such a sensual experience. I feel I can come like crazy when you fuck me in the woods."
Irene was a small woman, barely five feet tall, but nicely proportioned, except her breasts were rather large for her size.
"Do you think my boobs are too big?" she asked.
"They're just right," Joel assured her. "That really turns me on, a little woman with big boobs."
She laughed as she took hold of his cock and held onto it. "Good thing my pussy isn't little. You'd never get this thing into it. That would make me very unhappy. I love having your prick in my pussy. I wish I could keep it there all day and all night."
Joel let his hand wander down her back and he grabbed her cute little ass. "If your husband knew my prick finds its way into your cunt, he'd turn blue."
"Husbands are so possessive, aren't they?" Irene said. "I think Stan married me to get rid of the other guys who were hanging around me. Just because a woman has a wedding ring on her finger, all the guys are supposed to disappear."
"And did they?" Joel asked.
She looked at him with a sly smile. "All except you. It didn't make any difference to you at all. You fucked me silly before I got married and, after I came back from my honeymoon, you went right on doing it."
"Sure. Just like before."
"The only difference my being married makes is that now you can't get into bed with me at night. But you sure get into bed with me during the day, while Stan is at the office. That is, when we aren't out here, running around in the woods."
In the woods, with their clothes off, they became a part of nature. They ran through the trees, leaping over logs, skirting around boulders, until Joel wanted her again, until she wanted Joel. Then they fell together onto the soft grass.
He completely devoured her, kissing and licking every part of her slowly and sensuously. His mouth traveled from her face to her feet and back up, front and back. He covered her sweet adorable ass with loving kisses, then crawled between her legs and attacked her pussy. Irene squealed and shrieked, which was her way of letting him know she loved it.
He raised her legs high and bent them back over her. "Joel!" she cried out. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to kiss and lick your tender pucker," he said. "I love your cute little asshole."
"Oh, you're so bad," she scolded.
He consumed her hot little cunt. He ravaged her pussy, probing it with his tongue until she let out a plaintive wail and climaxed again.
He sucked on her tits, moving from one to another and, before long, he sent her into another orgasm.
Then he crawled over her and eased his long, hard boner into her hot, tight cunt. He filled her completely, stretching her pussy lips to make way for that awesome shaft. He began driving his hard meat back and forth, in and out of her as her body trembled and she wriggled around on the grass. She began to shriek and scream in absolute ecstasy.
A consummate lover, he held his orgasm back until she caught up with him. Her body exploded in climax just as he fired off his load.
They rested, then went for another walk in the woods.
CHAPTER SIX
Claudette told Joel she had a surprise for him. Knowing her like he did, he figured it could have been anything. But one thing was certain. It had something to do with sex.
In her late thirties, Claudette had an interesting past. She had never been a hooker, but that was probably the only kinky thing she hadn't tried. She'd made her living from the age of 18, dancing nude on tables, couches and brightly lit runways. She'd posed nude for magazines and personal porno collections. She'd starred in porno movies.
She was married now to a bank president, living the life of a prim and proper, highly moral and respected member of the community. No one knew about the erotic escapades of her past except Joel, to whom she confided everything one night when they were in bed together, when her husband was out of town on business.
As she'd traveled through life, Claudette had learned some interesting and exquisite sex games, guaranteed to put zip and zing into any sex party, or a cozy night in bed with her lover. Joel felt that every time he was alone with her it was a sex party.
If she had a surprise for him, the only thing he thought it might be was that she had invited one of her beautiful women friends to join them in bed. They had talked about doing a threesome often enough, but had never gotten around to it.
When he got to her home, lovely Claudette was alone and answered the door herself, because she had given the servants the night off. She didn't want a nosy maid peeking into her bedroom and watching Joel fucking her silly. Under certain conditions Claudette did enjoy having an audience, but she wasn't running the risk of being seen by someone who might blab to her husband that she got more cock when he was away than when he was home.
Joel took her in his arms and kissed her. Then he took a moment to stand there and admire her. She was indeed a beautiful creature. Her breasts were proud pyramids, capped by pointy, erect nipples. Her waist was slender, her stomach flat and her hips wide. Her ass was superbly round, with the proper amount of fleshy padding. Not too much and not too little. It was firm, but squeezably soft. Her legs were shapely, designed for wrapping around a man. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, curled under at the ends. Her eyes were a deep, piercing blue and sparkled when she stared at the big bulge in the front of Joel's pants.
Smiling at him, she turned and led him upstairs to her bedroom. Joel followed, watching her ripe ass cheeks jiggle enticingly with each step she took. Joel loved her ass, as he'd proved to her many times by kissing and licking it all over, and burying his nose in the crease between her buns.
They both stripped themselves naked without wasting any time about it. Then, as Joel stood there gazing at her, the lovely Claudette took a tube of lubricant out of a drawer in the bedside table and tossed it in the air. She caught it, tossed it up again with a flip of her wrist, and caught it again.
She looked at Joel with a mischievous smile and said, "Ever ridden along the Hershey Highway? Ever hump a rump? Dig the old mine shaft? Taken the back route to paradise? Gone in the back door? What euphemism do you use when you bugger a woman's butt?"
"Are you saying you want me to fuck you up the ass?" Joel asked.
"I notice your eyes are lit," Claudette chuckled. "Can it be that you like the idea of catching a woman when she's bending over?"
"Obviously, the thought of having a prick between your ass cheeks doesn't frighten you," Joel said. "I wish more women felt that way. It usually takes longer to talk a woman into it than it does to do it. Not that I'm a speedy, wham-bam ass fucker. Just the opposite. Once my pecker is up your butthole, it stays there for a long, long time."
"Sounds good to me," Claudette giggled.
"Just so you don't make the mistake of inviting me to fuck your ass when you're expecting your husband home within the hour," he told her. "When my pecker goes in the back door, it's not to drop its cum and run. It expects to settle in for a good long visit."
"Tell me about the first time you reamed out a woman's butt," Claudette asked, still playing with the tube of lubricant.
"It was an accident," Joel replied. "Her cunt was so wet and slippery that when my cock slid all the way out on the backstroke, it went right into her asshole when I thrust forward. Before she could tell me I was in the wrong hole, I was all the way up her ass. So we went right on fucking, like that was the way we intended it."
He made a point of not mentioning that it was his mother's asshole he accidentally buggered. Claudette, who aspired to be a lady of fine manners, wasn't about to ask him who had taken his tool up her rear end, even though she was dying to know the name of the woman he had fucked up the ass.
She laughed and nodded knowingly. "Happened to me much the same way. At least he claimed it was an accident. But I was pretty sure my brother did it on purpose."
His pecker was hard as a bone as he looked her over. She was such a desirable woman, Joel could have jerked off while looking at her and been ecstatic about it. Fucking her up the ass would be heavenly.
"It's only fair to warn you, though," she said. "I like being buggered. My trouble is finding someone who can do it. Most pricks can't make it past my sphincter muscle. For that reason my husband has never taken me in the rear. It takes a prick that's as solid as oak to travel up my back route."
"If you're trying to deter me, you can't do it while I'm staring at that sweet, lovely bare ass of yours," Joel said with a chuckle.
She pulled him onto the bed with her and they kissed. Their hands groped feverishly over each other's naked body. Her cunt was hot and wet. Heat radiated from it and Joel's fingers made squishy sounds as they explored it.
Claudette played with his cock until his mouth on her tits and his hand on her twat had her so hot she was on the verge of orgasm.
"Climb into the saddle and fuck my pussy first," she said. "When you have that soothed and satisfied, then you can turn me over."
As it always did, it took a lot of fucking to soothe and satisfy her. By the time she'd reached the point where she was babbling about him being the best fucker a woman could ever wish for, two hours had gone by.
"Now do my ass," she said.
She reached for the tube of lubricant sitting on the night table and handed it to Joel. He smeared the slippery substance all over his stiff prick, then wiped his hands on the sheet while Claudette turned over and got onto her knees and elbows, with her ass sticking up in the air. Joel crawled up behind her and brought the head of his prick to the tender pucker of her asshole.
When he took hold of her by her meaty ass cheeks, ready to push his dick up her back route, Claudette beat him to it by shoving herself back at him. His prickhead popped in past her anal opening and it was followed by two inches of thick solid shaft.
Joel let out a laugh. "You worried for nothing, didn't you?"
"It's solid as an oak," Claudette admitted, and she slid her ass along his shaft until her buns were pressing against his groin. "Oh, honey.. .that's a lot of cock for a woman to have up her ass."
Joel drew back, then thrust forward and his cock disappeared up her ass again. Claudette gasped, then groaned. Her body stiffened when he began moving his prick back and forth in her rear tunnel. She breathed deeply and tried to relax, but that was hardly possible with all that thick solid man meat thrust up her rear end.
He pulled back again, then worked his dick back into her bumhole bit by bit. Claudette was growling, her face knotted in pre-orgasmic contortions. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. Joel reached under her to tickle and tease her clit, which brought her even closer to orgasm. Claudette chanted about how much she liked what he was doing, with his cock up her ass and his finger in her cunthole, while her hips moved forward and back, pounding her buns into his groin like he was pounding his prick up her butt.
They were, in fact, pounding away together, working in harmony. If one could call it work. Joel didn't think of it as work. This was his favorite form of play. Starting with his mother, he'd played this way with every woman who had ever shown him her naked ass. His reputation as a fun-loving ass fucker, was well known among the women whose rear ends had made it possible for him to perfect his ass-fucking talent.
While he continued thrusting his cock up Claudette's ass, she kept pushing her buns into his groin. She squealed and shrieked and she was having the time of her life. She was more vocal and enthusiastic about it than any of the other women he'd buggered. She seemed to like it even more than his mother, who was always delighted to have his prick buried between her buns.
They enjoyed an incredible friction from the tightness of Claudette's asshole. Joel's cock was throbbing. Suddenly, he shot off his load, flooding her rear passage with his load of cream-but not before his anal partner got hers. Her ass was a blur of motion against him as she was swept into an orgasm that left her breathless.
You think he pulled his prick out of her bumhole after that? Not hardly.
"Don't you dare take it out," Claudette gasped. "Keep it in there until it stiffens up and do me again."
It wasn't long until they were back in action once more. Claudette's hips shifted into overdrive and moved erotically against her lover, who was pressed up tight against her butt. She shrieked loudly. Her intense motions kept his prick hard and his fingers stayed in her cunt as he reamed out her ass. Before long, she let out a plaintive wail and Joel knew she was getting off again. Her entire body was shaking and her sphincter muscle tightened around his cock.
Joel renewed his frantic efforts. He pounded away at her ass with a vengeance. Then he fired off his load and collapsed on top of her.
That still didn't stop them. As soon as he could catch his breath, Joel straightened up and drove into her again. Claudette was delighted.
"Go to it, you horny ass fucker!" she gasped.
He continued manipulating her clit while she wriggled her way toward another orgasm. Every muscle in her body was tensed, as her hips slammed back against her lover with wild abandon.
Her look, her sounds, the feel of her tight asshole, plus the happy realization he was fucking her sweet adorable ass, gave Joel one gigantic erode rush, which again sent him right over the edge. He let out a guttural cry and shot gobs of jism up her anal passage. Claudette came with him.
They lay there, panting and gasping for breath. After a while, when she was able to speak, she said, "That, in case you haven't figured it out yet, was your surprise. I presume you liked it?"
He assured her he did, but he didn't tell her what he was thinking. Maybe next time she'd surprise him by introducing him to one of her women friends and suggest they try a threesome
* * *
Joel's good friend Becky was a skilled professional photographer. She phoned him one day from her studio and told him about her latest assignment.
"I'm thrilled right out of my mind," she said. "Imagine, Funtime, calling to give me a photo assignment. I have to get ten good looking women, line them up and do a photo layout of them with their bare buns exposed."
"Well, I'm real happy for you," Joel said.
"Would you like to come over and watch?" Becky asked.
"Would I? You bet I would."
"Okay. I'll let you know when the girls are here. I'm warning you, though. You'll be the only guy here. Some guys feel uncomfortable when they're outnumbered by women."
"Not me," Joel assured her. "I love being around women. The more, the better. How often does a guy get a chance to see the bare asses of ten women at the same time?"
"I thought you'd appreciate it," Becky laughed. "I might even show you mine, just to make it eleven."
"I've seen your ass," Joel reminded her. "Besides, I like to see your ass when we're alone and I can show you how much I appreciate it."
"Thank you, dear," Becky chuckled. "Anyway, it won't be my ass you'll be coming here to see. It will be theirs. And who knows? If you get into the spirit of it, you might even show them yours."
"You think they will want to see my ass?"
"Probably not," Becky said. "It's a bad idea anyway. If you dropped your pants and undershorts, and those women saw the whang you have on you, you couldn't get away from them until after you'd serviced all ten of them. By the time those hungry females were through with you, you'd never be of any use to me again."
"You can't scare me," Joel chuckled. "I'll be there."
Becky was only too happy to do something nice for Joel whenever she got a chance, because he was always doing nice things for her. Whenever her pussy got an itch, usually when her husband wasn't around, Joel soothed and satisfied it for her. Even when that meant two hours or more of steady, hard fucking, because it took a lot to put out her fire. And whenever her husband was out of town, Joel spent the night in bed with her, to keep her from being lonesome. He was a good friend she could depend on. And her pussy could always depend on his cock.
When Becky had it all arranged, Joel showed up at her studio at the time she specified. His presence caused a stir among the young women who were there, but it didn't disrupt the proceedings. When ten women are together and one man is present, they can get very brave and daring. That was true on this occasion. The girls decided it would be a lot of fun to take down their panties and show off in front of Joel.
Watching ten women bare their asses for the camera was a thrilling sight for Joel to experience. He surveyed the assembled fannies with a great deal of scrutiny, being a devout ass man. Some of those rear ends had fallen victim to calories, but they were lovely just the same. All of them were cute, trim, ripe and supple. Every one, as far as Joel was concerned, was perfect for fucking.
Becky got her photos of the ten women standing with their skirts pulled up and their bare butts exposed. Her photo assignment had been taken care of, but it didn't end there. Some of the women wanted to show Joel more than their bare asses and they took off everything. The others followed the example and Becky, never one to miss an opportunity, took numerous shots of the naked women in all kinds of poses.
Becky already knew where she could peddle those photos at a good price. Then an idea quickly formed in her brain. Shots like those with a man in them, would be even more valuable.
"Would any of you ladies consider posing with Joel?" Becky asked.
The girls talked and giggled among themselves for a moment. Then one of them said in a way that was taunting and challenging, "Sure, if that stud has the guts to show himself to us naked. If he isn't afraid we'll eat him alive."
Joel never was one to pass up a challenge made to him by a good-looking woman. This would really be a new experience for him. Up to then, he'd only been naked with one female at a time and he'd always been in control of what was going on. Now he wasn't sure he would be in control at all, and he had no idea how far those excited and naked women intended to go with him. Could he possibly fuck all ten of them if that was what they wanted? Would he have to be carried away on a stretcher after?
He seriously doubted he could soothe and satisfy more than three at the most, which might leave the others somewhat pissed off. Still, he wasn't the kind of man who would turn and run when the odds were against him. Regardless of the outcome, he would go down fucking.
Fortunately, Becky kept a reasonable amount of order by being professional about the situation. She posed each woman with Joel and got a shot of her loving him up and smiling into the camera as she played with his upright boner. Most of the women had never seen a prick that was that awesome and they got a real thrill out of stroking and fondling it.
After the photo session was over, Joel realized he wasn't going to get to fuck any of them. All but two of them were married and they weren't about to go that far with him. Not one wanted the others to witness her being fucked. A thing like that could become a juicy news item in the community. Those ladies may have had hot cunts, but they also had cool heads.
Nevertheless, two of those ladies were especially friendly to him. One was a pleasant-natured blonde. He knew her blonde hair was natural because her cunt hair was the same color as the hair on her head. She had a compact body and a tempting, nicely formed ass. Her cunt lips were puffy, promising they'd kiss the head of his cock if he were to bring it close to them.
The other was a very attractive redhead. Her cunt hair, too, was the same shade of red as the hair that hung in soft waves about her shoulders. She had a nice full, round pair of boobs and a nice ass. Of all the asses he had gazed upon that day, those two were by far the most lust-inspiring.
The redhead slipped him a piece of paper with her name and phone number on it. "My husband will be leaving town on business in a couple of days," she said with a lewd smile. "Call me Thursday to make sure the coast is clear and if it is, I'll have you over to spend the day with me. We'll take our clothes off again-for starters."
The blonde-her name was Linda-wanted him right then. Her stiffened nipples stuck out from her luscious boobs and she wore the cutest, most mischievous smile. She was so adorable and desirable that Joel would have jumped her bones right then and there, if she'd said go ahead and do it.
Not a bit self-conscious, she turned around a couple of times, so Joel could ogle her buns. She giggled as she proudly flashed her ass at him and was delighted when he ran his hand all over it.
"I'm an ass man," Joel told her. "I really appreciate a divine pair of buns like these.
Linda moaned softly and said, "Good. Glad to hear it. Does that mean you fuck ass too?"
"Yes. Every chance I get."
She gazed into his eyes a moment, then said, "How would you like a chance to ream my butt with this gorgeous cock of yours?" As she spoke, her hand moved up and down on his upright took, playfully stroking it."
"How soon can I show you what my cock can do to this sweet ass of yours?" Joel asked.
"Let's put our clothes on and get out of here," Linda suggested. "We'll go to my place. No one is there during the day while my husband is at the office."
The other girls were getting dressed and leaving. Becky thanked each one for being such a good sport.
"Make a million on those photos you took of us," one woman said cheerfully. "And send me a copy of the magazine I appear in. I can't wait to see my bare butt spread all over the pages of Funtime.
"What if your husband sees it?" another woman asked.
"He won't," the first woman said. "He reads something else."
While Linda went back to where she'd left her clothes, Joel went over to Becky, his throbbing, hard pecker sticking out in front of him, and he said, "When am I going to get a chance to see you naked?"
Becky gave a little laugh and replied, "You've already seen me naked more than any man has a right to, considering I'm a happily married woman. Don't worry. The next time I'm alone for a few hours, I'll phone you to come over and take care of me.. .just like I always do."
"Well, make it soon," Joel said, grinning at her. "It's been almost two weeks since the last time I had your pussy."
She glanced down at his boner sticking out from his groin. "Have you picked out one of these girls to take care of that for you?" she asked.
He smiled and nodded. "She picked me. That cute blonde with the sexy ass and that little birthmark on her thigh."
"Linda?" Becky gave a little chuckle. "You're going to be really busy from now until her husband gets home from the office tonight. It takes a lot of cock to put out her fire. But then, you've got a lot of cock, so you're lucky. Even so, when she's finished with you, your pecker won't rise up for a week. She'll have that thing in her mouth, her cunt and up her ass."
Linda joined them. She was dressed. "Aren't you dressed yet?" she said to Joel. "I'm ready to go. Why are you standing here with your pecker aimed at Becky? You think she's going to take down her slacks and panties and let you see her bare butt, too? If that's what you think, you can forget it. She isn't going to let you fuck her here in front of witnesses. If you need pussy so bad, you can have mine-when we get to my place." Winking at Becky, she looked at Joel again and added, "Get dressed now and take me home."
As soon as they were in Linda's living room with the front door locked, she didn't waste any time. She began to wriggle out of her clothes and Joel followed her lead. Naked, they went upstairs to her bedroom. They crawled onto the bed together and did some hot, passionate smooching and groping.
Joel all but devoured her boobs, kissing and licking them all over, moving from one to the other and sucking on the stiffened nipples while Linda sailed off into orgasm again and again.
"I thought you said you were an ass man," Linda panted. "You're behaving more like a tit man."
"Your boobs are just as lovely as your ass," Joel explained. "I'd like nothing better than to bury my face in your cleavage and stay there forever."
"My pussy would never stand for that," Linda giggled. "You'd better start moving down that way, or you're in big trouble."
So he kissed and licked his way down over the gentle contours of her belly, paused a moment to tickle and tease her belly button, then dived onto her nest of pussy hair. Linda soon found out by the way he kissed, licked and sucked that he was a devoted muff-diver too.
After three more orgasms from what Joel was doing with his mouth on her twat, Linda gasped, "Your mouth and my cunt are a wicked combination. Believe me, I'd be happy to keep your head between my legs from now until hell freezes over. But at the risk of seeming ungrateful, my pussy wants to meet your cock."
Joel crawled over her and suddenly her pussy met up with the longest, thickest shaft of man meat that had ever been between her legs. It didn't stay there between her thighs for long, though. The head of Joel's prick decided it had found a home and went in to look around. Two big hairy balls were content to wait outside, while Linda went crazy, playing hostess to the biggest and most awesome prick that had ever been inside her.
When Joel started fucking her, she made it as good for him as she possibly knew how. Joel was going out of his mind, because this lovely hot-cunted blonde knew more ways to make a guy feel good than any he'd had. They fucked for over two hours, almost without stop.
They rested. Then, reaching into the drawer of the night table, Linda brought out a tube of lubricant and handed it to Joel. "Do my butt now," she said.
As soon as she was on her knees and elbows, Joel crouched behind her and covered her shapely buns with loving kisses. He kissed and licked her divine rear end all over, even playfully nibbling on those luscious cheeks. Linda squealed with delight when he kissed and licked all over and around the tender pucker of her bumhole.
"What are you doing back there?" she gasped.
"Loving up your ass," he told her. "Don't you like it?"
"I love it," she said. "I'm just surprised, that's all. "You're the first one who ever took the time to do that. Every guy I've known has always been in a big hurry to get his prick up my ass. When you're so thoughtful and considerate, when you're loving me up like you're doing, it would be very easy for me to fall in love with you."
"Oh, don't do that," Joel told her. "Let's keep this a warm and beautiful, close and intimate friendship. When a woman falls in love with the man she's fucking when her husband isn't around, it makes everything very complicated."
"I know," Linda agreed. "My mother fell in love with the man who was fucking her. After that, she wouldn't let my father touch her. He in turn fell in love with his brother's wife, whom he'd been screwing all along. I grew up not knowing who belonged to whom. Especially after my Uncle Walter started shoving his prick up my ass."
"You poor, confused creature," Joel said soothingly.
"I'm not confused about what I want you to do back there," Linda told him. "I'd like you to stop licking my ass and shove your dick up my bumhole. Remember, you don't have forever. My husband will be home at six."
Joel understood her impatience. Every women he'd fucked up the ass was hot and eager for him to bury his prick in her back route. A woman could take only so much tickling and teasing. Especially around her pussy, crotch and the crease between her buns. Then she wanted to feel his dick sliding through her back door and no more fooling around about it.
He rose up behind her and spread the lubricant all over his cock. Then he grabbed hold of her buns and, pulling them apart, he brought the head of his prick to her sensitive anal opening.
Linda growled deeply, muttering. "I'm ready. Do it. Push it up in there!"
Joel liked it when the woman insisted he drive his dick up her back route.
And here was Linda. She couldn't wait for him to get his prick up her butthole, all the way to his balls, and give her a good reaming out.
Joel made a forward thrust and the head of his prick slipped in past her sphincter muscle. Linda cried out excitedly as it was followed by two inches of thick solid shaft. His prick stretched her back route as it filled her.
Holding her firmly by her hips, he went in deeper, inch by inch, being careful not to cause her any pain or discomfort. Linda pushed her ass back at him and he fed more cock to her bumhole.
In no time at all, he was in all the way to his balls and Linda's ass was gyrating crazily. He pulled back and went in again, and did that over and over. His prick and her ass found an easy rhythm and Joel was soon telling himself this had to be the best ass fuck he'd ever experienced.
Their erotic movements gradually reached a crescendo and he was fucking Linda's ass with a vengeance. Her buns kept digging into his groin. Linda was frigging her clit while he held onto the best-looking buns in town and reamed out her asshole. She let out a cry and was swept into her climax just as he sent his load of cream gushing up her back tunnel.
Fucking her ass was so exciting that his prick stayed hard and he continued pumping into her. Linda got back into the rhythm of it and they went at it again.
Before long, he shot off another load and Linda enjoyed another climax. This time he collapsed on top of her as his prick slid out of her asshole.
After that, he and Linda became a regular item. She was hooked on ass-fucking as much as he was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joel told his boss Audrey that he had to visit the branch office, which was in another state.
"They've been asking for a load of samples," she said. "Instead of flying, why don't you drive out there? We can have the samples loaded onto the Plymouth Voyager, and we'll save the cost and trouble of shipping them.
That was fine with Joel. He would enjoy a leisurely drive across the country. It would be like a vacation, a change of pace for a while. For a week he wouldn't be coming into the office every morning and fucking his boss on the big couch she had bought for that purpose. And at night he wouldn't be getting into bed with his attractive mother. Looking after those two hot-cunted women like he was doing, he needed to get away for a while. If only to remind himself that there was a lot of other pussy out there, too.
When the station wagon was loaded and ready to go, Joel went into the boss's office to kiss her goodbye, but he found Audrey expected a lot more than a good-bye kiss.
She put her arms about his neck and rubbed her pubic mound up and down on the bulge in the front of his pants, which quickly grew bigger. "You're going to be gone for quite a while," she told him. "So you damn well better give my pussy enough cock to last it until you get back and can give it some more. A few days from now I don't want to have to call in the janitor and take my panties down for him. I'd hate to have to make do with that old geezer's cock just because you aren't here to give me yours."
Grinning at her, Joel said, "What's the matter? Aren't you making it with your husband?"
"Sure I am," she replied. "But all his cock does is whet my appetite for yours. He couldn't put out my fire if he screwed me night and day for a week."
So they checked into a nearby motel and Joel fucked her all that day. Then Audrey put her clothes on and went home to her husband. Joel got himself a good night's sleep, because he wasn't home in bed with his mother. The next day he rolled out early and started on his journey, full of zip and zing.
There was nothing like getting a good night's sleep after having plenty of pussy to start a man's day off right, he told himself as he rolled along the Interstate. There was nothing like having an attractive woman for his boss either, a lady who elected him to keep that place between her legs soothed and satisfied.
He was driving across Nebraska, taking in the scenery, which consisted mostly of fields of corn as far as the eye could see. To relieve the monotony, there were clouds overhead to gaze at and the ribbon of road ahead, and that was about it.
Every day was an adventure for Joel and this day's adventure began when the Voyager's engine overheated. He pulled off the road to let it cool off for a while, then drove along the shoulder to the next exit.
On the secondary road, he came to a service station that didn't look like much, only one gas pump and a service bay that was part of a sagging barn. A farm house badly in need of a coat of paint completed the scene. All around, acres and acres of corn fields stretched off in the distance.
A lean, suntanned man in his forties came out of the barn when he pulled in. He and Joel looked each other over.
"You got a problem?" the man asked, since Joel had parked at the barn instead of in front of the pump.
"Sure have," Joel replied. "Engine overheated. Can you fix it?"
"Yep," the man said simply. "Nothing I can't fix, if you don't expect it to be done for nothing."
Joel felt a moment of irritation, then let it pass. He figured it could be just the man's way. Or his odd sense of humor. Perhaps he had a lot of relatives who expected him to work on their cars for nothing.
"Sounds fair," Joel said. "If you aren't going to charge me an arm and a leg, we can do business."
Just then, the screen door of the farmhouse opened and an attractive redhead, who looked to be about 23 or 24, came out and sat down on the porch steps. The way she was sitting, Joel could see right up between her legs. Instead of seeing the crotch of a pair of panties, Joel saw her pussy. He noted she was a natural redhead. He also noted that the man didn't miss what he was looking at.
"That's Mary Jo. She's my wife and she ain't included in the price of fixing your car."
Joel felt indignant. Sure, his first reaction was to take a look up between the young woman's legs. What man would pass up a chance to do that? But that was no reason for the man to assume he was dying to fuck her, even if he was.
The man noted his reaction and put up his hand. "I only wanted to make it clear she wasn't included in the price of fixing the car. She's extra."
It took a moment for Joel to realize what the man had suggested. He found himself saying, "How much extra?"
"Depends on what you want. Blow job is twenty. Her pussy is forty. You can have her ass for thirty."
"Why is it less for her ass?" The man grinned. "Because Mary Jo-likes it that way."
"How long will it take for the car to be ready?"
"That depends," the man said. "If you stand around here watching every move I make, asking a lot of fool questions, it could take hours. You go into the cornfield and I can have it ready in short order."
"The cornfield?"
"Yep. Mary Jo don't fuck nobody but me in the house."
Joel wasn't about to spend hours watching the man fooling around with the car's engine if he could help it. But the idea of rolling around in any cornfield didn't appeal to him either. Finally, he said, "I might go for all three, for a total of ninety dollars. That is, If you don't get carried away when you charge me for fixing the car. But for ninety dollars, I'd want to do it in the house, not out there in the cornfield."
Mary Jo had been listening to the conversation and she spoke up. "For ninety dollars, I reckon I could entertain him in the house, wouldn't you say, Sam?"
Sam rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. "Yeah. I reckon that would be all right this time, seeing as how she don't get many ninety-dollar spenders."
Mary Jo got to her feet as Joel approached and led him into the house. When he looked around, he was surprised. The furnishings were old and scarred with years of use, but the place was neat and tidy, and spotlessly clean. This young and attractive, slightly plump redhead was a fine housekeeper. It made him wonder what else she was good at.
Mary Jo acted like she was awfully glad to have him for company. "Why don't you sit down for a minute, while I put fresh sheets on the bed?" she said. "This is a special event for me. I never get to do it in a bed with anybody but Sam."
In a short while, she was back and Joel got to his feet. Smiling at him, she said, "I'm kinda hot and sweaty. I'd like to take a shower before we do anything. How about getting in with me? I'd love it if you spread a thick, soapy lather all over me.
You'd get a charge out of it too, spreading the lather all over my tits, cunt and ass. And I'd enjoy soaping up your cock and balls. Sam never gets into the shower with me."
Joel told her he'd like that very much. He took out his wallet and handed her ninety dollars.
"You have a great pair of boobs," he told her. "I'd like to kiss and lick them all over, and suck on the nipples. I'd like to devour them. How much for that?"
Mary Jo looked delighted. "You want to love up my tits? I'd enjoy having you do that. Sam never bothers with them. I'll let you do it for free. Spend as much time on them as you want."
"You're really a good-looking young woman," he told her. "I'll want to give you a lot of hugging and kissing."
"There won't be any charge for that either," Mary Jo said with a giggle. "And it will be appreciated."
Joel thought of how her pussy would be fresh and clean after her shower and he said, "I want to eat your pussy too. I'm dying to get my head between those lovely legs of yours."
Mary Jo was so excited she looked like she might swoon. "You'd do that? Oh, I'd love to have you do that. I've only had that done to me a couple of times and it was so good I nearly lost my mind. Sam would never do anything like that. I wouldn't dream of charging you for it."
"How much time do we have?" Joel asked.
"All the time in the world," Mary Jo assured him. "Sam will have your car back in good running order long before I'm finished with you, but don't worry. He won't come in and bother us. He'll stay out mere in the barn, thinking about that ninety dollars, even if we stay here all night."
"You mean I can spend the night in bed with you?" Joel asked with an excited grin on his face.
Mary Jo giggled. "Honey, I'll play with you for as long as you can get it up. If your pecker is still sticking up tonight, there's no way I'm gonna tell you to leave because you've had your money's worth. Not if there's a chance you'll fuck me again in the morning before we roll out of bed."
"You're a very gracious hostess," Joel told her. "There are some women I can hit it off with right away and I feel you're one of them. We're going to be great together. The only thing I'm not going to do is disappoint you."
Actually, Joel hit it off with all women. He hadn't met one yet who had to be coaxed to take her panties down for him. But he saw no need to tell Mary Jo that. He had a knack for making each woman he was alone with feel she was special and that always got him all the pussy he could handle.
But Mary Jo really was special, even if she was kinda crude and slightly plump. Being buxom was one of the things that helped make her special. He had a thing for plump women. Whenever a buxom woman had him between her legs with his prick buried in her pussy, she made it so good for him he nearly lost his mind.
"I don't really expect you to still have a case of the hornies anywhere near that long," Mary Jo went on. "But if you do, I'll sure be pleased. I've never been with a man who lasted longer than half an hour. The men around here shoot off quicker. Sam is the worst of the lot. Shove it in, shoot off, then roll over and go to sleep, that's him. It doesn't matter to him that I want to keep going."
Grinning at her, Joel said, "In that case, I'll be sure to keep you busy most of the night."
"Sam might expect another twenty dollars for having to sleep in the barn."
"I'll pay it," Joel told her.
With their business arrangements completed, they took off their clothes and Joel followed her lovely sweet plump ass into the shower stall. As soon as their bodies were wet, he spread a thick, soapy lather all over her, from her neck to her toes and back up. He did her back first and spent a lot of time moving his soapy hand all over the delightful contours of her sexy rear end. He ran his hand up and down in the crack of her ass, tickling and teasing the sensitive pucker of her bumhole.
"Oh, I like that!" Mary Jo giggled. "Do it some more."
"He fingered her butt hole until she was nearly ready to swoon. Then he turned her around and did the same for her pillowy soft boobs. She pulled his face down onto one of them and said, "Try one. See what you're in for when we get onto the bed together."
He didn't mind that it tasted kind of soapy. He sucked on it avidly, while his soapy hand moved all over the satiny smooth flesh of her belly until it came to her pussy. Mary Jo lost all control and began humping her twat in his hand. Her climax was intense and it left her breathless.
When she was finally able to speak, she said, "Now let me do you."
She got a big charge out of soaping up his cock and balls, but no more than Joel did.
"Good heavens, you have a whang on you that would scare most women," she gasped as she playfully stroked it with her soapy hand. "I've never seen one that long and thick in my life. I never dreamed they came that big."
"I've never heard any woman complain about it," Joel told her with a pleased grin.
"You won't hear me complain either," Mary Jo promised. "You might have trouble with me letting you have it back, though, when you're ready to leave."
"I'm not worried," Joel told her. "By the time this pecker is finished with your goodies, you'll be glad to see it go. like eating chocolate cake until you're full."
"I'll believe that when it happens, not before," Mary Jo giggled. "I'll tell you one thing, though. If Sam had known what you had in your pants before he told you I was available, he'd have kept his mouth shut, fixed your car and let you go on your way. He'd have known I'd never be content with him after I got a look at this thing."
She stood in front of him, her soapy hand holding onto his dick, and she rubbed the head of it along her pussy lips. Joel had ahold of one of her tits while he kissed her and his other hand explored the crack of her ass. It was too much to take. He let out a guttural cry and fired off his load.
As he was recovering from the intense sensations of pleasure sweeping through him, he heard Mary Jo say, "It's too bad I couldn't get my mouth down there in time. It's a shame to waste that."
They rinsed off, got out of the shower and dried each other off. In the bedroom, by the side of the bed, Mary Jo dropped to her knees in front of Joel and he let out a gasp as she began kissing and licking his cock from the tip down to his balls and back up. She didn't neglect his nuts either. She gave them a good going over with her mouth and tongue. Then she took his prick into her mouth and began sucking him off, eagerly showing him she knew how to give a blow job.
Joel shot off his load and she swallowed it all, but she didn't quit. Mary Jo really enjoyed having a prick in her mouth and she blew him a second time.
They got onto the bed together. Joel took her in his arms and began loving her up. They hugged and kissed for a while before he kissed and licked his way onto her soft pillowy tits. Then he sucked on her nipples until she cried out with the ecstasy of it and let it all go.
While she was recovering from her climax, he kissed and licked his way to her nest of pussy hair. Mary Jo spread her legs and he thrust his head between them. She cried out when she felt his mouth on her cunt. Then she did a lot of crying out, because Joel did a lot of kissing, licking and sucking. He had her popping off every few minutes.
The best was still to come. He crawled over her. Mary Jo whimpered when she felt the head of his dick brushing against her pussy. She reached down and grabbed it, making sure the head of it lost no time in getting into her pussy-hole. Joel eased it up in there. Mary Jo raised her legs and wrapped them about him, digging her heels into his butt to let him know she was eager to get that thing shoved up into her. Joel pushed, drew back and pushed again, drew back and went in deeper. He kept that up until her pussy was stuffed with cock and his balls rested against her asshole.
Then they fucked and, once they started, it seemed like they were never going to quit. They fucked all afternoon. They slept for a while and then fucked again.
Then Mary Jo reached into the drawer of the night table and brought out a tube of lubricant. Smiling at Joel, she said sweetly, "Would you like to put that thing up my ass now? I know you want to, because you've already paid for the privilege."
"Sure, but I like the way you suggested it," Joel said with a grin. She was so casual about taking his prick up her ass he wanted to see if he could shock her. "When you smiled at me like that and asked me so sweetly, you reminded me of my mother."
He didn't get the reaction he expected. "Are you trying to shock me?" Mary Jo asked. "You think I don't know that some young men fuck their mothers when the old man isn't around? I could tell by looking at you that you were the kind of young man who would talk his mother into letting him screw her-if she didn't suggest it first."
"W-what do you mean?" Joel stammered, suddenly worried that there was something about his features that would give away the fact he was clicking his mother.
Mary Jo laughed. "You look so clean-cut and innocent, like you would never dream of doing such a thing. Those are the very ones who jump into bed with Mom the first chance they get. Just like my brother."
"Your brother?" Joel repeated.
"When I was 18 and still living at home, I caught them," Mary Jo said. "I came home one afternoon when I wasn't expected. They were in Mom's bedroom, both of them naked. Mom was on her knees and elbows with her ass in the air. My brother was crouched behind her, fucking Mom up the ass."
"No kidding.. . " Joel muttered.
"That was how I got started taking it up the rear," Mary Jo went on. "A few days after that, when my brother and I were alone in the house, I told him I wanted to find out what was so wonderful about taking a prick up my ass. Then I told him he'd better show me if he expected me to keep quiet about him and Mom."
"He did, I presume?"
Mary Jo laughed. "He was one busy guy for the next two years, keeping both Mom and me happy and satisfied. Then I left home. He's still there and I assume he's still taking good care of Mom, with the old man not suspecting a thing."
She got onto her knees and elbows while Joel was smearing the lubricant all over his dick. He crawled up behind her. Her ass was smooth and white, and his cock jerked with impatience as he gazed along the crease between those full fleshy buns. He pressed the head of his cock against her tender anal rosebud and it opened up like a flower to the sunshine. Though it willingly accepted his shaft, it was still a pretty tight fit. However, he eased it in and moved it back without any trouble.
He began fucking her ass in an easy, steady rhythm and she harmonized with his movements by the way she rolled her ass around and kept pushing her buns back into his groin. Before long, she was panting and snorting like a bull. He knew she had a finger in her pussy, and was tormenting her clit and close to having a climax. Joel was close to getting off, too. No one could have fucked that lovely ass for long without shooting off his load.
Three more strokes and Mary Jo groaned. She arched her back and wriggled her ass frantically, almost dislodging his prick from her asshole. Joel felt her sphincter muscle tighten around his cock and he blasted off, sending his load of cream sloshing up her back route.
That didn't stop them. Joel went right on fucking her ass and Mary Jo didn't slow down either. The sensations, already ecstatic, got even better for Joel. He kept plunging his dick up her ass, and she kept taking it and loving it. She squeezed her anal muscles around his pounding pecker like she was trying to grab it and hold it.
Finally, he sank his prick in as far as it would go and held it there. He blasted off again. And Mary Jo climaxed.
"Oh, that was lovely," Mary Jo cooed when she had caught her breath. "At last I've met up with a genuine, no-nonsense ass fucker. I wish you weren't just passing through. I'd like you to look after my ass every day. Or every night. Or both."
"I'm glad you're pleased," Joel chuckled. "It's your rear end that deserves the credit. This is the loveliest and sweetest, most lust-inspiring ass a man could hope to find."
"Don't take it out," Mary Jo said. "Do me again."
So Joel did. He fucked her ass for the better part of an hour. Then they went into the bathroom together and Mary Jo gave his pecker a thorough wash.
They went back to bed and slept for a while. Then Joel sucked on her soft, pillowy boobs until she climaxed. He ate her pussy until she climaxed. He fucked her pussy for the better part of two hours while she climaxed again and again. They slept again.
They fucked and slept all that evening and throughout the night. In the morning when they awoke, Joel fucked her again. He fucked her for over an hour before they finally rolled out of bed and showered together. Then she bent over in front of him and he fucked her up the ass.
She fixed him a hearty breakfast. While he was still at the table, she kissed him good-bye, then excused herself to go to the bathroom. At least she was headed that way.
When he went out to the car, Sam came out of the barn. "Didn't expect to see you come out under your own power," he said. "Figured Mary Jo would have done you in by now. She gets carried away sometimes and doesn't know when to quit."
"I guess maybe I disappointed her," Joel confessed. "But I did get a good night's sleep."
"Wasn't man enough for her, huh?" Sam chuckled. "Well, don't feel bad. No one around here is, except me. I'm the only one who can put out her fire, which is why I don't have to worry about her not sticking around."
"She said I owed you 20 dollars for you sleeping in the barn last night."
"Yeah. I reckon that's fair," Sam said.
"How much for the repairs?"
Sam grinned as he kicked the ground with his boot. "Reckon 10 dollars will do it. It was a simple thing. Took me about 10 minutes and the new part didn't cost much."
"But you let me think it would take hours," I said.
Sam shrugged. "Had to give Mary Jo a chance to show herself and get you all steamed up over her. Fact is, we'd never make it, for all the garage business I get out here. It's that thing between Mary Jo's legs that keeps us living good. If it weren't for her pussy, I'd have to close up this garage and get me a regular job someplace."
"You don't mind her bringing in the bread?" Joel asked.
Sam laughed. "Wish I had two more like her. I got myself a gold mine in her. What she has between her legs and between the cheeks of her ass puts more money in my pocket than I could ever put there by working."
Joel handed him 30 dollars and got into the van.
Sam looked around and said, "Wonder where Mary Jo is? The least she could do, after all the money you spent, is come out here and say good-bye to you."
"Last I saw of her she was going to the bathroom," Joel replied. "Tell her good-bye for me."
Sam chuckled again. "Reckon she's in there sulking, since you didn't take care of her like she was expecting you to. Don't worry about her. I'll go in and throw one into her and she'll snap out of it."
Joel made no reply, willing to let Sam stand there, grinning and gloating. He pulled out onto the road and was on his way.
Farther down the road, a voice from the rear of the van, said, "Stop this thing and let me get out. With all this stuff piled in here, there's hardly room for me at all."
Joel pulled over and stopped. He yanked open the side door and Mary Jo got out.
"What were you doing in there?" he gasped.
"Let's not stand here jawing," she said, and he closed the side door and she got in on the passenger side. "If he finds out right away that I'm gone, he'll come after me. I pulled the wires on his pickup so he can't start it, but him being a mechanic, he'll have it running again in no time.
Joel tore off down the road. "Then we'll stay on this road. He'll figure I'm going to get on the interstate and try to catch me there."
"What direction are you headed in?" Mary Jo asked.
"West."
"Then turn right up ahead. That will put you on the other highway. He won't figure on you doing that."
After a while they relaxed and they laughed about her sudden decision to leave Sam.
"You left him for good?" Joel asked.
"You better believe I have," she said with a little giggle. "And it feels good. Another year in that place with that man, and I'd have been ready for the funny farm."
"How far are you going?"
"As far as you're going."
"You didn't even take time to pack."
"Didn't have anything worth packing."
"You don't have anything?"
Mary Jo laughed. "I have 90 dollars. That's more than I've had in a long time. And if I'd stayed back there, I'd have had to give it to Sam."
"I'm going to another state," Joel told her.
"Good. The farther away, the better. And after I've had a job for a while and saved up some money, I'll make it farther still."
At the next town they came to, Mary Jo got a suitcase and all the new clothes she needed. She had her hair done. Joel paid for it on his credit card. They spent that night in a motel room and fucked each other silly.
At his destination, Joel parked Mary Jo in a motel room and took care of business while the van was being unloaded. He took Mary Jo out to dinner and a night club. Then they returned to the motel room where they fucked away another night. The next day he helped her find a comfortable furnished apartment and gave her some money to see her through. Then while she hunted for a jot returned home.
A month later, he got a letter from Mary Jo, in which she told him she had a good job and was doing well at it. She thanked him again for all he had done for her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ingrid was 19 and every man in town was sure she'd be a passionate fuck. Unfortunately, she had another hot passion besides wanting her pussy looked after on a regular basis. She wanted to get married and she wasn't about to let any man fuck her who didn't want her to be his wife.
There were two men in her life. One was Steve, whom she knew she should marry. He was steady, reliable and faithful to her. He fucked her pussy and no one else's. He had a good income and would make a good and reliable husband. The trouble was that she wasn't all that crazy about him and he wasn't any great shakes as a lover. For one thing, his pecker shot off as soon as it was in her pussy. It was over before it began.
The other man, Joel, was the one she truly wanted. She dreamed about him every night. She thought about him constantly. She lusted for him like crazy. And the fact that she couldn't get him to fuck her made her want him all the more. She knew he wanted to bad enough, but for some reason he wouldn't do it.
"You're Steve's girl," he reminded her. "You shouldn't even consider cheating on him."
"I'll dump him in a minute if I can be your girl," she told him as she tried to climb all over him.
"No, Ingrid," he replied. "That wouldn't be right."
Ingrid knew that was bullshit. From what she'd learned from her women friends, who were in a position to know, since each one had taken her panties down for him whenever her husband wasn't around, Joel had no qualms about fucking other men's wives or girlfriends. The plain and simple fact was, he was afraid to have anything to do with her, because she wanted so badly to marry him. She talked about nothing else whenever she managed to be alone with him.
Her girlfriends, whom he'd fucked, told her she was silly to even consider being married to Joel.
Her friend Lisa said, "Sure he makes good money and would be a good provider. But he could never be faithful to you. He'd never pass up any pussy that came his way."
Another friend, Doris, chimed in. "He's fucked most of my girlfriends, even their mothers."
Lisa nodded in agreement and said, "That horny stud has no qualms about screwing a woman in her fifties if she's still horny."
Doris looked at Ingrid and said, "The reason that horny stud still lives at home is because he gets into bed with his mother every night."
"Oh, I can't believe that," Ingrid argued.
"Can't you?" Lisa said with a little laugh. "You ever wonder why that hot-cunted Nora Denner didn't re-marry after she divorced Joel's father six years ago? It was because she didn't need to. As soon as the old man was gone for good, she had her son in bed with her every night, keeping her soothed and satisfied."
"I can't believe a young man would do a thing like that with his own mother," Ingrid told them.
"Oh, really?" Lisa chuckled. "Then just ask yourself, if you were Joel's mother, would you send him back to his own room if he jumped into bed with you?"
"Well.. . "
Doris laughed. "Well, neither would Nora Denner.
"But if I was his mother-"
"You'd do the same thing she did," Lisa said. "You'd spread your legs wide and pull him down on top of you. Then you'd have a fabulous time together all night long, and no one would ever suspect a thing."
"Except Lisa and me," Doris told her. "We know what goes on between a young man and his mother when they have the house all to themselves."
"Really? How do you know?"
"When I was 18,I had to get up one night to go to the bathroom," Lisa told her. "I saw my 20-year-old brother sneak into Mom's bedroom. He stayed in there all night. My old man was out of town on business."
"I came home one afternoon and caught my brother fucking Mom on the couch in the living room," Doris said simply.
Ingrid sighed. "All right, so Joel is screwing his mother. That would end when he married me and we had a home of our own. I'd see to that."
Lisa looked at Doris and laughed. She turned to Ingrid and said, "He'd sneak over to see his mother every day.
"I'll give you another reason why Joel would make a lousy husband," Doris said to Ingrid. "He was born to be someone's secret lover. That's what he does best. Believe me, he's awfully good at it. Sure, he has a good job with a high salary and do you know why? Because his boss, Audrey Harmon, has his dick in her pussy every time they're alone together."
"Joel is doing that.. .with his boss?" Ingrid gasped.
"So there you have it," Doris went on. "His mother and his boss. Add to them a lot of other women he fucks whenever he wants, like Lisa's and mine, and what time would he have to spend with a wife?"
Ingrid listened to their advice and knew they were right. Joel would make a lousy husband. But she couldn't help it. She was wild about Joel. She wanted him for her husband.
That wasn't-likely to ever happen. Joel had all kinds of reasons for not wanting to mess around with her, but he didn't tell them to her. He didn't mention them to anyone. First and foremost, of course, was the fact she wanted him to marry her. If he fucked her, he told himself, he never would get rid of her. He couldn't get rid of her now and he hadn't even screwed her yet.
The reason for that was that he didn't need to. He had all the pussy he could handle. He was screwing Audrey, the executive who was his boss. And every night he got into bed with his mother. If that wasn't enough to keep any young man's pecker busy, he was doing just fine screwing the wives of his buddies. He was up to his ears in pussy and none of it was any trouble. Ingrid's pussy meant trouble and so he left it alone.
And, yet, somehow he knew the day would come when he would screw her, because Ingrid wasn't about to give up. One day, she phoned him and invited him to her house. Her parents were away and she didn't have a date with Steve. She caught Joel in a weak moment. He was feeling horny and he wondered what her pussy would be like. He thought about what a good-looking young woman she was and what a gorgeous body she had on her. What a nice full, round, succulent pair of boobs she had. What a divine ass. Before he knew it, he had given in. He told her he'd be right over.
When he arrived, Ingrid led him to the couch and, before she sat down beside him, she said, "Feel like watching a movie? There's one on cable."
"Sure," Joel replied agreeably.
Since it was cable, he knew that whatever movie it was, there would be a lot of sex in it. He'd see bare tits, bare ass and maybe even a glimpse of pussy hair. Whenever he spent an evening at home with his mother, they often watched a movie together. They seldom got to see the end of it, though. Halfway through it, his mother would urgently suggest they go upstairs and go to bed. Then there were times when she couldn't wait. Her panties came off and she hauled his prick out of his pants. Then they did it right there on the couch. Joel often thought they put on a better show than the couple they were watching on the tube.
One evening, as he lay with his mother's arms and legs wrapped about him, and his dick buried deep in her pussy, she said, "We'd be a sensation on TV."
He was hoping now that Ingrid would react the same way as his mother, and all the other women he had fucked.
The movie was already in progress. The couple entered the bedroom, kissing and groping. They fell onto the bed, fully clothed. The young man playfully pulled the sheet up over them and all that could be seen while they wrestled around was them kissing.
"What a bummer," Joel said scowling. "They're going to strip under the sheet."
"They're modest," Ingrid giggled.
"The two of them are supposed to be alone in the bedroom and they undress while covered by a sheet," Joel said. "That is ridiculous."
As the couple's wrestling match continued and the sheet was pulled down, it became evident that the couple was now undressed. Joel saw the woman's bare tits, which was encouraging. Then, as the couple gasped and grunted, wriggled around and seemed to be fucking up a storm, Joel got really disgusted. He could see under the sheet briefly and the woman had her panties on and the guy was wearing his briefs.
"The whole thing is phony," Joel said angrily.
"Poor job of editing," Ingrid agreed. "They should have cut out that part."
"Look at them, gasping and grunting, like they're really doing it," Joel muttered. "And his pecker hasn't left his undershorts and her pussy is protected by her panties. This has gotta be the phoniest movie I ever watched."
"That brief glimpse of underwear certainly killed the illusion," Ingrid said.
"The actress is probably the director's wife and he isn't about to have some actor dicking her," Joel reasoned. "I can't blame him for that, but if he values his wife's cunt so highly, he should get another actress and leave his wife at home."
Ingrid laughed. "Why? So someone like you can drop around and spend the day screwing her while hubby is busy making a movie?"
Joel had to laugh with her. Ingrid reached for the remote and turned off the set.
As they sat snuggled up together on the couch, hugging and kissing, Joel wasn't above fondling her boobs or feeling around between Ingrid's legs. He had her so hot she climaxed again and again, until the crotch of her panties was soaked with her cuntal secretions.
"The reason I came over here tonight, Ingrid," he told her, "was that I hoped to be able to straighten out your thinking about a few things."
"Yes, Joel.. . "
"If you're so dead set on getting married, then do it. Marry Steve. You've admitted he'll make the ideal husband."
"But I want you," Ingrid argued.
Joel smiled patiently. "I think we've found the problem. You have this idea that if you marry Steve, you can't have me. That doesn't need to be. Several women around here, who have husbands, still have me."
"You mean like Lisa and Doris?"
"You know about them?"
Ingrid nodded. "They told me. In spite of what women claim, that they'd never discuss anything so intimate with anyone, they tell each other things like that."
"You mean that when a woman gets laid, the next day she tells her girlfriend all about it?" Joel asked.
"Quite often, yes. Unless the guy who laid her was her friend's husband, fianc' or brother."
"Damn. And women complain that men brag about the pussy they're getting."
Ingrid laughed. "Women like to talk about cock, same as men get a charge out of talking about pussy."
"That so?"
"The size of your cock is a favorite subject among us girls," Ingrid said as she gently rubbed the big bulge in the front of Joel's pants.
"And you want it?"
"You better believe I want it, honey. I'm probably the only woman around here who hasn't had it."
Joel smiled modestly. "I wouldn't say that. There's at least a dozen women in my neighborhood whom I haven't made it with yet."
"How do you and the others manage to get together?"
"Whenever they want me, they pick up the phone and tell me the coast is clear, that hubby is bowling, playing poker with the boys, or is out of town, whatever. Get the idea?"
"Yes, it's is quite clear," Ingrid admitted.
"If you were married to me, you'd always be unhappy knowing I was fucking someone else," Joel went on. "If you were married to Steve, you'd know who I was fucking-you."
"You make it sound like I'd see more of you if I were married to Steve than to you," Ingrid said.
"You probably would," Joel agreed. "And think of how deliciously wicked you'd feel being fucked silly by a cock that isn't your husband's, without your husband or anyone else knowing a thing about it."
"Except Lisa and Doris," Ingrid replied. "They'd manage to know about it the next day. They must follow you around. I swear, they know about every woman who has ever spread her legs for you."
Joel smiled. There was no way they could know about all of them. Maybe a few of them, but they couldn't possibly know about all the women he'd had.
Ingrid began tugging at his zipper. "All right, you've convinced me. I want you any way I can get you. And I want you now!"
"No strings attached?"
"You mean, will I expect you to marry me after? No, I won't bug you about that anymore."
"Good," Joel exclaimed. "I'd hate to be in the position where I was the husband, worrying about Steve sneaking around and getting my wife's pussy."
"Why don't we end this silly conversation and get undressed?" Ingrid suggested.
Joel pushed his pants and undershorts down past his knees. His cock sprang up hard and ready. Ingrid stared at it happily.
"Good heavens!" she gasped. "You think I'd be willing to marry Steve now, after seeing what you've got?"
"What's the matter with it?"
"There's nothing the matter with it, honey," she assured him as her fingers entwined about it and she playfully stroked it. "It's absolutely gorgeous. So long and thick. It's everything Lisa and Doris said it was. And then some."
"Wait until it's between your legs and it goes into action," Joel said with a confident grin.
Ingrid leaned over and gave the head of it a loving kiss. Then she let go of it and began to take off her clothes. Joel followed her lead and yanked off his shirt. Then, in his haste to get his shoes and socks off, he got tangled up in his pants and undershorts that were down around his ankles. By the time he got his feet free of the garments, Ingrid was lying on the thickly carpeted floor, naked and with her legs spread apart.
"Come on, honey," she invited. "I've waited a long time for this."
Joel was pleased. When a woman reached this level of lust and erotic enthusiasm, he was assured of some wild, hot screwing. In this case, since Ingrid's parents were away, he'd spend the night with her and fuck her silly all night long. As he crawled between her legs, she grabbed hold of his dick and guided it to her pussy-hole. Ingrid was ready.
Inch by inch his throbbing cock went into her, stretching her cuntal passage, but Ingrid didn't protest. She was at last getting what her friends had already been enjoying and she was ecstatic. She wrapped her legs around her lover and he went in deeper. When he was in as far as Steve had ever reached and still had more to push in, she wriggled her ass to help penetration.
Almost before she realized it, she was swept into the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. She got off a second time and then a third before Joel let loose with his load of cream and sent it jetting up her twat.
After that, they went upstairs and got into bed. Ingrid didn't get much sleep, but she got an awful lot of cock-all night long.
* * *
Janet Conner was the only sports reporter on the staff of the local newspaper. This kept her in contact with most of the local athletes and sports personalities. That made her the envy of her women friends, who had assumed she was getting all the best macho cock around.
They were wrong. The problem was that none of those athletes thought of her as anything more than a reporter. It was possible, too, they were concerned that anything they did with her would end up in the next morning's paper.
One day while at the game, scouting around for someone to interview, she bumped into this young man whom she thought was gorgeous.
"Are you an athlete?" she asked after introducing herself and telling him she was a reporter.
"Not hardly," he chuckled. "I'm Joel Denner and the company I work for has a business interest in this stadium."
Noting that he was walking away from the offices, she said, "Your business finished?"
"Yes."
"And now you're going to watch the game?"
"No. I was planning on watching the cheerleaders."
He didn't elaborate on that. He could have told her that he knew five of them and that from time to time he fucked them, but he didn't. You had to be careful what you told a news reporter. This young lady might have thought that a stud who was screwing five cheerleaders was big news.
As he looked her over, he decided that she could have been a cheerleader herself. She was certainly built for it. Great pair of legs, sensational ass and a pair of boobs that looked like real bra-busters.
Right away, Joel wanted to get something going with her.
He didn't know at this point if she was single or married, but then, why would that make any difference?
"I'd like to interview you," she said. She could also have told him she wanted to take him to her apartment and haul him into bed with her. She had an itch between her legs that was bothering her and she just knew this handsome devil had something in his pants that could soothe and satisfy it.
"All right," he said. "Let's sit down over there," He indicated a nearby bench.
"You don't mind me keeping you from watching the cheerleaders?" she asked.
Grinning at her, he said, "I watch the cheerleaders when good-looking women don't come along to interview me."
She spent an hour asking him questions and taking notes. Joel answered them cheerfully while he thought of how much he wanted to get into her panties.
Finally, with the interview finished, he said, "What do you say we go somewhere for a drink?"
"Sure," Janet replied. "Can I go home first, to freshen up a bit?"
When Joel looked confused, she laughed and said, "I was planning on taking you home with me."
After they arrived at her place, Janet fixed him a drink, then went into her bedroom to prepare for her shower. When she was naked, she stood for a moment before the full-length mirror to assure herself that Joel would go out of his mind when he saw her in the nude. She decided she didn't need a shower and she didn't want to spend that time away from this gorgeous stud, whom she had lured to her apartment. She put on her thin, satiny robe and went out to join Joel for a drink.
As she sat beside him on the couch, her head was buzzing from the drink, her nipples were standing erect and her pussy was aching. More importantly, there was an awesome bulge in the front of Joel's pants. She knew she had gotten to him.
Joel, quick to know what she wanted, pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Once she was snuggled up in his firm embrace, he kept her there. Actually, Janet gave no indication she wanted to leave. Now that she was this close to him, she wouldn't have drawn back for almost any reason. They read each other's messages loud and clear. She wanted him and he wanted her. They kissed again, their mouths open and their tongues entwined. While her tongue explored his mouth, his hands explored her body.
He parted her robe as easily as he opened his morning newspaper. His strong, gentle hands massaged her fleshy boobs.
He felt his way down to her nest of pussy hair. She was a natural blonde. The hair on her cunt was the same shade as the hair on her head. He'd learned early in life, when he had fucked the woman next door and several others in his neighborhood, that a blonde's furry muff could be any shade of red, brown or black. Sometimes, as in the case of the woman who lived on the next block and his Aunt Edna, even gray.
His finger found Janet's pussy-hole and Janet moaned with eager anticipation. His exploring fingers tickled and teased her clit until she bounced her ass up and down on the couch in the joy of her orgasm.
When she calmed down, it was her turn. She removed his shirt and undid his pants. More than willing to help her, he kicked off his shoes, yanked off his socks and pushed his pants and undershorts down past his knees. Janet had a hold of his tool before the garments had time to drop to his ankles so he could pull his feet free of them.
"Damn, I wish I could write about what an awesome prick you have," she chuckled. "Every woman in town would be interested."
"I suppose you'd want to take pictures?"
"A picture is worth a thousand words."
"The real thing is worth even more."
"I'll agree to that," she said, her fingers entwined about the sturdy shaft. "And I've got it."
"Satisfied?"
"No. because I don't have it where I want ityet."
"I'll miss you terribly while you're having your shower?" he told her.
"Shower?" she asked as she slipped off her robe. "I think I'm past that stage now, don't you think?"
Joel took the hint. He got up so she could stretch out on the couch, her legs widely spread. He positioned himself between her thighs. Janet took hold of his cock again and brought the head of it to her pussy-hole.
"Take it easy going in," she cautioned. "I've never had a prick in there as big as this. I'll bet the sight of this thing worries some women."
"Some. But you're not one of them, I see."
"My pussy wants it," she replied as Joel eased it in past her cunt lips.
"You're a brave girl," Joel chuckled.
"You'd better start fucking me real quick, before I change my mind."
"Other women have felt I was too big," Joel said, feeding her more cock. "But they got over it after we fucked. Some of them even let me fuck them up the ass."
"Really? And here I am fretting and worrying that you might stretch my cunt."
"Relax," Joel whispered.
With both hands she clutched his lean, firm buns and pulled him forward while she arched her back to bring her pussy closer and closer to his balls. His solid dick speared her moist twat until it was all the way in and his balls rested against her asshole. She held him there for a moment while she tried to catch her breath.
"like trying on a new pair of shoes," she gasped.
"Let this be a lesson to you," Joel said. "Marry a man with a smaller cock."
"I have a better idea," Janet replied. "You fuck me again and again until I get used to this monstrous thing."
"That may take years."
"I'm in no hurry."
"It sounds like a good idea. We'll do it."
He slowly pulled out, about halfway, then plunged back in again. He did that over and over while Janet wriggled her ass in harmony with his movements. Soon, they were pumping and fucking in near perfect rhythm. That went on until Janet was swept into her first orgasm. Her second one came shortly after that. As she sailed off into her third, Joel fired off his load and flooded her well-fucked cunt with his jism.
Several hours later they noticed it was dark. Janet laughed and said, "You might as well spend the night. Let me up and I'll lead you to the bedroom."
* * *
Joyce Nevins was soon to be married to Joel's good buddy, Howard. Her girlfriends threw a party for her, for girls only. The boyfriends and husbands were not invited. They were in fact, told to stay away. All except Joel. Nora and Sara, who arranged the party, prevailed upon him to be the entertainment.
Those two young ladies made all the arrangements, the invitations to ten other of Joyce's friends, the food, the booze, the works. The party was held at Nora's home while her husband was out of town. Nora kept telling Joyce to drink up, have another, and pretty soon the bride-to-be was feeling giddy. At that point, she was up for anything.
There was a cake, a huge one, so huge that it had to be an imitation cake. "Is this one of those cakes that a dancing girl pops out of?" Joyce asked.
"That's right," Nora said.
"Big deal," said Joyce, thinking that a half-naked girl popping out of a cake at a party for girls was rather odd, to say the least.
"But we've added a new twist," Nora explained as she removed the top of the cake and set it aside.
Joyce and the others gasped as Joel, naked except for a pair of briefs that barely concealed his cock and balls, climbed out of the cake and went into a very lewd dance. The girls were delighted, though some of them were a little shocked. They cheered Joel on, admiring a man who had the guts to do a thing like that.
"Very clever idea," Joyce said to Nora. "But why Joel, of all people?"
"What's wrong with Joel?" Nora asked. "He's a good friend of your fianc'."
"That's just it," Joyce replied. "Howard would freak out if he knew Joel was here. He's kinda jealous of Joel. He thinks I have the hots for him."
"And have you?"
"Well, who hasn't?" Joyce said defensively. "I'll bet every girl here would like to make it with him, those who aren't already. You probably wouldn't pass up a chance to jump into bed with him either."
"That's for sure," Nora admitted.
Joel was having the time of his life dancing, if you could call it that, sensually undulating his body, thrusting his pelvis out at each of the girls. Then he stood in front of Joyce, thrusting his big bulge out at her.
Nora turned off the tape player and the music stopped. She called for everyone's attention. "This party is in honor of Joyce," she said. "So she gets to dance with Joel first."
She turned the music back on and Joel took Joyce in his arms. They moved slowly and sensuously about the room while the other girls cheered them on. Being somewhat under the influence and feeling brave, not to mention horny, Joyce pressed her body up tight against her partner. Joel's hand moved down from the small of her back to feel all over her ass. The girls hooted and made playful comments.
"Do we get to dance with him too?" one girl asked.
"I'll dance with him if he'll feel me up like that," said another, with a little giggle.
"He can feel my buns and forget about dancing," a third one said.
Joel danced with each one, including Nora, and each girl rubbed her pubic mound against his solid bulge.
Nora stopped the music again.
"The party is getting lewd," she said. "And it's going to get hotter. Try not to get too carried away, though, because there's just one man here and we don't want to freak him out. Someone watch the door."
This was a horny man's fantasy come true. This was better than a threesome. He was a man with thirteen gorgeous creatures. If the party got really nasty, who could say where it might end? Maybe they would hold a contest to see how many of them he could fuck before he had to be carried out.
"Joyce, being the one honored today, is entitled to a very special privilege," Nora went on. "She gets to remove that silly brief Joel is wearing, so she and the rest of us can see what he's hiding in there."
Joyce got all flustered and embarrassed, or pretended to be, and told Nora she could never do such a thing, not in front of everybody. She wasn't fooling any of the girls though. Everyone knew she wanted to.
"If you don't, one of us will," a young woman said.
"We know, Joyce," said another, "you'd much rather do it when you and Joel are alone, but we're not going to go away."
"Yeah, get on with it," Sara urged. "Betty claims he has a big one and we want to see if she's right."
"A big one?" a young red-haired woman chimed in. "That thing is a monster."
"You've seen it?" another girl asked.
You mean you haven't?" the redhead replied.
"Now girls, don't go telling tales out of school," Nora said playfully. "We're all going to see it."
Actually, though Joyce was reluctant to admit it, even to herself, she was delighted at this opportunity to whisk away that skimpy piece of cloth and get a chance to see Joel's prick. Heaven knew she'd wanted to see it for long enough. Now was her chance and she wasn't about to pass it up. Boldly she dragged the brief garment down to Joel's knees. His pecker wasn't dangling or swinging about. Free of the confines of the brief, it sprang up and stood proudly erect. It looked immense. The girls oohed and aahed over it.
"Take hold of it, Joyce," Nora urged.
Joyce was past the point of being shy. Her fingers entwined about the long, thick shaft. Her eyes gleamed as she began to stroke it.
"Kiss it," Nora said.
"Nora! Shame on you," Joyce giggled.
"Then get out of the way and let me kiss it," Sara told her, moving in closer.
"After me!" Nora said.
"Come on, Joyce. Give it a kiss," Sara urged. "So the rest of us can have our turn."
Joyce leaned over and planted a loving kiss on the head of Joel's pecker.
"That was just a peck," Nora said. "Give it a real wild sloppy kiss."
"She means stop fooling around and suck his cock," Sara told her. "If you don't want to do it, then let me."
"Nothing doing," Nora said. "If Joyce doesn't want to, we'll draw for it."
"Why can't we all suck his cock?" the redhead asked.
"Are you kidding?" Sara replied. "All thirteen of us? We'd have to carry the poor guy home."
"Never mind," Joyce said. "I want to."
"That's the spirit," Nora told her. "Don't worry about us. We'll never tell."
"I sure as hell won't," said Sara. "Because soon as she's finished with him, I'm going to suck him off. And to hell with drawing for it."
Joyce kissed his cock again. This time while she was kissing it, she got onto her knees in front of it. Her mouth stayed on Joel's dick. While everyone watched, she ran her tongue up and down the length of it. Then, while she held onto his balls, she slipped her mouth over the head of his dick. As the girls crowded in closer to get a good look, she tried to cram as much of the shaft into her mouth as she could.
"Hey, will you look at that?" Betty exclaimed. "She knows how. And everyone thinks she's so innocent."
"What do you mean innocent?" Sara replied. "Howard has been screwing her all the time they've been engaged."
"Has she been sucking his cock?" the redhead asked.
"Did you suck cock when you were engaged?" Nora replied.
Another young woman let out a laugh. "She sucked cock more than any of us."
"How do you know?" the redhead demanded.
"You even sucked my brother's prick. He told me.
"Yeah? Well your brother told me he ate your pussy, too. And he still does."
"That's not true," said the young woman, blushing.
"It is true," the redhead insisted. "Everybody knows it. Everyone but your husband."
Joel was holding Joyce's head in both hands, his fingers tangled in her hair while she made him feel so good with his prick in her mouth, and he couldn't hold out. All eyes were on him as he let out a guttural cry and sent his load of cream gushing down Joyce's throat.
By then, the women were so into the spirit of things that half of them were naked. The other half were down to their bra and panties.
While Joel caught his breath, Nora and Sara helped Joyce to her feet. Nora smiled at Joel and said, "You're going to return the favor, aren't you?"
With a pleased grin on his face, Joel got to his feet, pulled up Joyce's dress and took down her panties. Joyce stepped out of them and Joel held up her dress again as she sat down on the couch and slid her bare ass out to the edge. Joel got onto his knees in front of her, spread her legs and the women squealed and shrieked excitedly when they saw him press his mouth onto Joyce's cunt. Joyce did some squealing and shrieking herself when Joel kissed her twat. Then, as he began licking and sucking on her secret treasure, she brought her legs up and draped them over his shoulders.
"Damn, the way he eats pussy, I can get off just from watching him," Betty gasped.
"My pussy is getting wet, too," the redhead said.
Moments later, Joyce cried out and wriggled her ass like mad. Her hands clutched at his head. Then she slumped back, gasping for breath.
"Fuck her, Joel," Betty said.
"Yes, do it," said the redhead. "We want to watch you screw her."
"Do it while you have the chance, Joel," Nora told him. "She's getting married day after tomorrow."
"He knows that," Sara chuckled. "He's going to be the best man."
"Show her you're the best man right now, Joel,"
Betty said, urging him on. "Give her a fucking she'll remember while she's on her honeymoon."
"You want her to think of Joel while she's getting laid by Howard on her honeymoon?" A young blonde woman asked. "I think that's awful."
"The hell it is," another woman said. "I thought of Joel all the time I was on my honeymoon. Joel screwed me right up to the night before my wedding."
"I'll bet your husband would love to hear that," said the blonde.
"Didn't he want to know why your pussy was stretched out of shape?" Nora asked.
Joyce didn't take offense at the girls inviting Joel to take her. What he did between her legs had whetted her appetite for sex. Lustful urges raced all though her. She obligingly stretched out on the couch, her dress up around her waist and her legs spread.
Joel didn't need to be coaxed. He saw an enticing pussy there before him and his prick went for it. As he climbed over her, Joyce didn't wait politely to be seduced. She grabbed hold of his cock and guided it to her pussy hole. The girls went wild when they saw his lean, firm buns begin a humping movement that soon buried his prick in warm wet cunt.
The girls were thrilled to see Joel in action. They hooted and giggled, and cheered him on.
"Go.. .go.. .go!"
Joyce showed them some more action when her orgasm swept over her. It looked like she was trying to wriggle out from under him, but Joel had a firm hold with both hands gripping the cheeks of her churning ass while he pounded his prick into her relentlessly. When he sent his load of cream jetting up her twat, Joyce wasn't the only one to climax. Several women had a hand on their pussy.
It was a wild party that went on for hours, but as it neared ll P.M., several of the women got ready to leave.
"Hate to rush off, but if I don't get home, my husband will come here looking or me," one of them said.
"Same here," said another as she got dressed.
Some of them offered to help Nora tidy up the place, but she wouldn't hear of it. "Tomorrow is the day the cleaning lady comes. I'll let her take care of it."
When the last woman was out the door, she turned to Joel, who was still naked, and said. "There's no need for you to get dressed and leave. My husband is out of town, remember?"
Grinning at her, Joel said, "Well, in that case. He removed her bra and took down her panties.
"You gave an outstanding performance tonight," she said. "I'm surprised you're still standing. What you need now is a good night's rest."
"Which is why I'd better put my clothes on and go home," Joel teased.
"That's not a good idea," Nora said. "You need your rest and one of those horny women who was here tonight might decide to go to your place and wait for you. It will be much better if you stay here tonight."
"Well, if it won't be too much trouble," Joel said, his fingers exploring the crack of her ass while she had a hold of his cock.
"Come along," she said. "I'll take you into my bedroom and tuck you into bed. Then I'll lie down with you and watch you rest."
Joel laughed.
CHAPTER NINE
Danny Washington was young and ambitious. He heard old man Stiles was retiring and his position would be up for grabs. Danny wanted it and he knew he was qualified. It was several steps up the ladder from where he was at present. It would be a big promotion for him with a big increase in salary. He would be right up there under Joel Denner, who would be his boss. He knew he could have it if Joel gave the okay.
But would he? He and Joel were friendly, but Joel had no particular reason to give the job to him rather than one of three others who were qualified for it.
He talked it over one night with his wife Carol. "I've got to get friendlier with Joel," he told her. "Invite him here to dinner more often," Carol suggested.
"We're doing that," Danny replied. "He's here one night every other week. It would be too obvious if he invited him more often than that."
"Tell him you have tickets to a ball game and ask him to go with you," Carol said. "Take him out to the golf course when you go."
"He wouldn't go," Danny said. "It's not his thing."
"What is his main interest."
"Pussy."
Carol looked at him. "Really?"
"Sure. He's not the type to ass around with the guys. He spends all his free time with women. If he doesn't have one, he finds one. That's the trouble, I'm a guy. If I were a woman, he'd want my pussy as bad as I want that promotion. Then we'd come to an understanding."
A light went on in Carol's head. She thought Joel was the most gorgeous hunk of man a woman could ever hope to get. Every time he came over for dinner, her pussy got an itch from her just looking at him and thinking of what a good time she could have in bed with him. She had a case of the hots for Joel that she didn't want her husband to know about. Up to now, that is. Now she saw a way to have him, with her husband's blessing.
"Well, you don't have a pussy, but I have," she pointed out. "Why don't you offer him mine? But be very subtle about it, of course."
At first, Danny was stunned. He just looked at her. But the more he thought about it and the more they discussed it, the more he thought the idea had possibilities.
"That might work," he said thoughtfully.
Three nights later, Joel was at the home of Danny and Carol, having a delicious dinner. After the meal was over, they retired to the living room and Danny acted as bartender, keeping them all in drinks. Before long, they were all feeling very friendly. Carol was friendly to the point where she could hardly keep her hands off Joel. Joel sure wanted to get his hands on her. She was a delicious-looking creature with succulent tits and a terrific ass. She had blonde hair and Joel wanted very much to get his head between her legs to check out if she was a natural or a bottle blonde. But he was careful not to do anything that would make Danny mad.
Then, when Carol excused herself to go to the bathroom, Danny took that opportunity to speak to Joel in a confidential manner.
"Carol and I have great sex," he said. "There isn't anything we won't try."
"That so?" said Joel, eager to hear more.
"She even lets me fuck her up the ass," Danny went on.
"Man, you don't know what living is until you've had your prick up her rear end."
"She does have a lovely backside," Joel admitted.
"You know what we haven't tried yet and want to very much?" Danny said. "A threesome. You know, two guys and a girl. Trouble is, though, we've never been able to find a guy Carol could go for. Until now, that is. Get what I'm leading up to?"
"I'm not sure," Joel said cautiously.
"Playing it cagey, eh?" Danny chuckled. "You're gonna make me spell it out for you? All right. You're the guy. I talked it over with Carol. She has the hots for you. Can you believe that?"
"Well, I could, I guess," said Joel, draining his glass. Danny quickly filled it back up again. "What I'm not sure about is how you would-"
"How I would react to you fucking my wife?"
Danny finished for him. "Depends on how you went about it. If I'd caught you slipping it to her behind my back, I'd probably get upset. But you've been a regular gentleman around her. You haven't made eyes at her and tried to get something started with her. I can leave to go to the John and not have to worry about you trying to get your hand in her panties while I'm taking a piss. That shows class. I like guys like you."
"I thank you for those kind words," Joel said.
The thing is this," Danny went on. "Some guys I like and some I don't like. The ones I don't like, I wouldn't want them getting near my wife. But it's different with you. I wouldn't mind you fooling around with her at all. Especially since you behaved yourself until I told you that you don't have to."
"And you wouldn't mind, if your wife and I, both naked, did what comes naturally?" Joel asked.
Danny grinned. "Not as long as I'm here, joining in the fun."
Carol came back from the bathroom and she must have gotten a sign from Danny. Maybe it was the pleased look on his face. She took that to mean all systems were go. She turned on the tape player. A melodious tune played softly and she invited Joel to dance with her.
They danced, if one could call it that. It was more like a hotly aroused couple intent on welding themselves together. Carol's pussy seemed to have an itch and she was rubbing it up and down on the hard bulge in the front of Joel's pants.
Then, with her lips close to his ear, she said, "Would you like to disrobe me?"
It was almost a whisper, but Danny heard it. "How about it, Joel? You want to strip her down? Go ahead." He was already getting out of his clothes.
Joel wasn't one to pass up any opportunity, much less one as good as this. He removed Carol's dress. Then, as she stood there in just her bra and panties, he quickly stripped himself naked. Carol's breath caught in her throat when she saw the whang he had on him.
She was smart enough, though, not to make a comment about it. Sometime when she had an opportunity to be alone with Joel, she would tell him how much she adored his big awesome pecker. She didn't want her husband to know she'd noticed any difference in their pricks. He might get upset if he realized she thought Joel had the longest, thickest and most beautiful cock she'd ever seen on a man. And that she wanted it so bad she could hardly wait for the fun and games to begin.
When he removed her bra, he stared at her tits like he'd never seen such a lovely pair of boobs. He lowered his head to them and began to kiss and lick them all over. While he sucked on the stiffened nipples, Carol couldn't resist taking hold of his prick and playing with it.
Out of the corner of his eye, Joel checked to see how Danny was reacting to the liberties he was taking with his wife. The man appeared to be a voyeur at heart. He was content to sit there, drink in hand, and watch his naked wife having her titties sucked and her ass fondled while she held a stiff prick in her hand.
Pleased that Danny was taking it so well, Joel carried on as if he wasn't even there. Without dislodging her from his mouth, Carol settled her ass on the couch and Joel sat down beside her. With her sitting down, he could no longer play with her ass, but he got just as much pleasure from placing his hand on her cunt and tormenting her clit with his finger.
Carol couldn't take much of what Joel was doing to her. She let out a joyful cry as she was swept into orgasm. While she was getting her breath back, Joel kissed and licked his way down to her pussy. She spread her legs as he got onto his knees in front of her. She let out a yelp when he touched her cunt with his tongue, then yelped again when he began loving it up with his mouth and tongue.
She soon got the idea that he was delighted to have her pussy, because once he got his mouth on it, he just didn't quit. Each time she wriggled her ass in orgasm, he didn't even slow down. He devoured her cunt like it was a steak and he hadn't eaten for days.
When she was finally able to speak, shortly after her fifth orgasm, she gasped, "I'm delighted with what you can do with your mouth. Now show me what your cock can do."
She stretched out on the couch with her legs apart. When Joel hesitated, Danny said excitedly, "Fuck her. Go ahead and fuck her. I like watching you perform."
Joel climbed onto her and brought the head of his prick to her pussy-hole. Carol brought her legs up and locked her ankles behind his back and his prick slid slowly into her an inch at a time. It was obvious she loved what she was getting and, by the time he was in all the way to his balls, Carol was going crazy.
Danny was getting excited, too. He came over to the couch and got onto his knees so that his cock was by his wife's face. She took it in her mouth and sucked on it while Joel fucked her for all he was worth.
Two hours later, when Joel climbed off of her, Danny climbed on. Joel watched them fuck while he put his clothes back on.
"I'll say good night now," he told them. "Believe me, I had an absolutely wonderful evening. Don't get up. I can find my way out."
Joel came out of the shower. He dried himself off and put on his bathrobe. Then the phone rang.
"Hi, this is Sandy, next door," the voice said. "I heard your mother isn't home."
"No. She's gone for a few days to visit some relatives," Joel told her.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Sandy asked. "I mean, were you getting ready to go out tonight?"
"No."
"Do you mind if I come over."
"I'd be delighted," Joel said. "Come ahead." Sandy was their new neighbor. She and her husband had moved in a few months before. Sandy was her nickname. She was called that because her shoulder-length hair was the color of sand. Sandy was blessed with a nice pair of boobs and a sexy ass, and when Joel thought about them, his pecker stiffened up inside his bathrobe.
The doorbell rang and he let Sandy in. He led her over to the couch and they sat down together.
Smiling at him, she said, "My husband won't be home tonight, so I thought I'd come over and keep you company."
"I'm glad you did," Joel told her. "This is a nice surprise."
"I'm glad I caught you before you phoned some girl to come over and spend the evening with you. Or maybe stay all night, since your mother isn't home."
Joel grinned at her. "Would you have been disappointed if I'd told you I was expecting company?"
"Yes. I want to spend the evening with you. I want to know you better. I don't really know you at all. I never get to see you, alone I mean. You're either with your mother or I'm with my husband when we meet."
"I'm glad we're alone now," Joel said.
"Yes. After an evening alone together, we'll know each other a lot better. I guess to really get to know you, I should spend the night with you."
"You'd be welcome," Joel said.
"Good. Then it's settled."
"Can I fix you a drink?"
"No thanks."
"What can I do to entertain you?"
"You already are. You have a hard-on, haven't you?"
"How can you tell?"
"It's sticking up through your bathrobe," she replied.
"Don't cover it up. Open up your bathrobe and let me see all of it, the whole length. Your balls too."
Joel did. Her eyes grew wide when she saw it standing up in all its naked glory.
"My husband would sure be shook up if he knew I was looking at anything that big," she exclaimed.
"You like it?"
"I want to suck it. May I?"
Joel laughed. "Now I don't have to worry about how I'm going to entertain you."
"With this thing to play with, I can entertain myself-all evening."
"How about all night?"
She gave a little laugh as she got onto her knees in front of him. "Of course. We agreed that was settled."
Joel gasped as she gave the head of his prick a loving kiss. Then she licked it all over, from the tip down to the base and back up. She did that several times, until she realized she was neglecting his balls, and she did the same to them. Slipping her mouth over the head of his cock, she did things with her lips and tongue that nearly bent his mind. She could tell when Joel was close to shooting off and she made sure his cock wouldn't slip out of her mouth. He blasted off and she swallowed every drop of his spurting charge without missing a drop.
As Joel's vision cleared, he saw Sandy standing in front of him, taking off her clothes.
Looking at him with a teasing smile, she said, "You don't mind me getting undressed, do you? Since I'm going to be spending the night with you anyway, might as well get ready for bed now."
"Did you bring your pajamas?" Joel asked.
"I only wear my jammies when I'm sleeping with my husband," she replied. "You'd only pull them off as soon as I got them on, wouldn't you?"
"Most-likely," Joel agreed.
Joel got onto his knees in front of her in time to drag down her panties for her. As she lifted her feet free of the garment, he planted a kiss right on her pussy.
"Oh, you terrible man," she teased. "What would my husband say if he knew you'd kissed me down there?"
Grinning up at her, Joel said, "You won't tell on me, will you? That I'm trying to get my head between your legs?"
"Is that what you're trying to do?" Sandy chuckled.
"Well, let me help you."
Clutching his head with both hands, so that his face didn't get away from her cunt, she moved closer to the couch, lowered her ass to it and spread her legs. Joel, crouched now between her thighs, grabbed hold of her by her shapely buns and slid her to the edge of the couch. Then he showed her what he knew about eating pussy. Sandy soon found out he knew a lot.
While she was recovering from her fifth or sixth orgasm, Joel moved up from her pussy and gave her boobs a good going over with his mouth and tongue. Sandy got off again.
"I think I know now what your mouth can do," she said, when he let her catch her breath. "Now I want to see how your prick operates. Most of all, I want to find out if my pussy can take something that big."
Joel helped her to her feet. "Suppose I take you upstairs to my bedroom now?" he suggested. "Fucking on the couch can be fun, but after I get going, I don't want to have to move just because it's time for bed."
In his bedroom, they lay on the bed together and did more hugging, kissing and groping. Joel sucked on her boobs until she climaxed again. When she calmed down a little, she spread her legs and Joel was ready for the move. He climbed over her and brought the head of his prick to her pussy-hole. With words of encouragement from Sandy, he shoved it up in there. Then they fucked all night long.
After that, Joel and Sandy did a lot of fucking in the weeks and months that followed.
* * *
Connie was the new girl in the office. Perhaps she shouldn't have been thought of as a girl, because she was 22 and married. But she looked much younger. She almost didn't get hired because of that, in spite of her more than adequate qualifications for the job. Perhaps that was why the men in the office, though they were all hot for her, never tried to fondle her fits or grab her ass.
Connie always had a big smile for Joel whenever she caught him looking at her. Though the other women in the office were quite attractive, including his boss, Audrey Harmon, Joel considered Connie to be the prettiest.
She drew the attention of all the guys in the office with those bouncing tits and sexy ass of hers, but she never gave them the time of day, unless it was to discuss business. Her eyes and interest were for Joel. She had a case of the hots for him that would have shocked the others in the office, had they been aware of it.
She soon made a play for Joel, it started out in a teasing fashion. She told him it was inevitable that she and he would end up making love someday soon. She said it had to happen, because it was something that was meant to be.
Connie was careful never to talk to him like that in front of the others. She waited until she was alone with him in his office. Or she would slip him a note as she passed by. When he read it when no one else was around, he found she was inviting him to fuck her.
"Don't put anything like that in writing," he told her when he got a chance. "Those notes could easily find their way into the wrong hands."
Connie laughed and said, "Why don't you keep a file of them?"
"You'd better get back to your desk," Joel suggested.
"Your work is piling up. If it isn't, I'll find you something to do."
"What kind of work?" Connie asked. "Will I have to take my panties off to do it? Can I do it in here, and will you help me with it?"
After she left, Joel found it hard to get his mind back on his work. He was beginning to think of Connie in terms of what a sensational piece of ass she would be. If she was serious about wanting him though, she was going about it all wrong, he told himself. Had she played hard to get, he would have been climbing all over her. Instead, she was coming onto him and that made him a little afraid of her. If he started fucking her, things could easily get out of hand. What if she started feeling possessive and couldn't resist the urge to let the other women know in subtle little ways that he was hers?
That was probably why the women in the office knew by now that he was fucking the boss lady. Audrey Harmon, by her not so subtle possessive manner, was clearly indicating to everyone in the office that his pecker was keeping her soothed and satisfied. like women sometimes do, she had her little ways of letting the other women know he was hers and to keep their hands off.
But that didn't keep Connie from making a try for him.
It was flattering to Joel to know she wanted him-she with that gorgeous body, succulent tits, shapely legs and tightly packed and rounded ass.
He was holding a piece of paper Connie had left on his desk. It read, "How long are you going to keep me waiting? You can't hold out forever. Even now as you read this, your prick is stiff and throbbing, isn't it? You're thinking about my pussy, aren't you?"
He could feel her taunting smile burning into him as he thought of her. His body was warming all over as he wondered what it would be like to have one of her tits in his mouth while her fingers entwined about his solidly upright cock.
The next time Connie came into his office, he looked into her eyes and said, "I'm going to fuck you."
Her eyes brightened with anticipation. "Your timing is perfect," she said. "My husband won't be home tonight."
She scribbled her address on a note pad, handed it to him and wriggled her ass at him as she left his office.
He arrived in the early evening. Once inside her apartment, he readily accepted the drink she offered him.
"It's your favorite," she said. "See how much I know about you? A woman should know as much as she can about the man who is going to fuck her and become her secret lover, don't you think?"
They sat together on the couch, their arms about one another. That ever-present smile was on Connie's face as she waited to be kissed. She'd never looked lovelier. Her eyes were so bright as her hair flounced about her shoulders. Her lips looked so full, so inviting as they moved toward his. Their first kiss was tender and sensual.
The urgent desire to fuck that Joel had grew to the point where he wasn't sure he could control it. But then, he wasn't sure Connie wanted him to control it. It seemed more like she wanted him to just let himself go. Together they would go wherever their passions, their desires took them.
Connie's heart was beating madly. Her boobs were heaving up and down as she breathed excitedly. The kiss went on and on and they grew more passionate with each passing moment. All Joel could do was moan as he sucked her tongue greedily.
He followed her when she took hold of his hand and led him into her bedroom. He watched Connie as she pulled her dress up over her head and draped it over the back of a chair. She stood there for a moment, letting him admire her in her bra and panties, then off came her bra.
Her boobs, jiggling on her chest, were eye-catching. They held him spellbound as he began to strip. When he was down to his undershorts, Connie whisked off her panties and he found himself staring at her pussy.
"Is that the place where my prick is going to spend the night?" Joel asked.
"More than-likely, since it's much too big to go up my ass," Connie replied cheerily.
"Don't be too sure about that," Joel said. "More than one lady with a cute little ass like yours has taken my prick up her rear end."
"You aren't referring to your boss, Audrey Harmon, are you?" Connie asked.
"No, I wasn't," Joel replied. "Besides, I think her ass is a little bigger than yours."
"I hope to tell you it is," Connie said.
"Now be nice," Joel said as he stripped off his briefs. "Someday you may have my job and she'll be your boss."
That line of conversation was forgotten as Connie got a good look at Joel's fully erect cock. She took hold of it and playfully stroked it, as if she had to touch it to believe it was truly as long and thick as it was.
"So this is what I've been trying so hard to get all these weeks," she gasped.
"You know the saying, be careful of what you wish for, because you'll probably get it," Joel chuckled.
"This is almost more than I bargained for," she said with an excited smile. "Remember I said almost. Don't worry, I can handle it."
"You're sure?"
"Yes. Even if it takes all night."
"It's going to take all night," Joel assured her. "And don't forget tomorrow is Saturday and we don't have to go into the office. I may not be in any hurry to leave."
"See if I care," Connie chuckled. "My husband won't be back until Tuesday."
His eager hands moved across the nakedness of Connie's stomach, through her nest of pussy hair as she moved her feet so that her thighs were parted. His hand moved lovingly over the warm moist flesh of her pussy, touching her ever so lightly and erotically.
Her eyes were closed from the sheer ecstasy storming through her as Joel teased and tormented her cunt while they kissed. Then he put her down on the bed and kissed her in all the sensitive places where a woman-likes to be kissed.
She moaned as Joel's face moved deeper into the forbidden place between her thighs. Forbidden to everyone but her husband.. .or her lover to whom she had given by her lewd actions, if not by word, her permission. Her legs trembled as his mouth, lips and tongue traveled all over the moist oval of her womanhood. Tenderly, he brought her pleasure that was deliciously unbearable.
His tongue teased her cunt to the point where it spasmed again and again in orgasm, licking her here, there and everywhere while all she could do was clutch at his head and run her fingers through his hair, and lie there and enjoy it immensely.
As he moved up over her and felt the head of his prick touch her pussy-hole, she welcomed him with her arms entwining about his neck and her mouth pressed onto his. She spread her legs as wide as she could get them as the head of his prick moved in past her cunt lips, followed by two inches or more of thick solid shaft. He drew back and moved forward again, a little deeper. Connie kissed him hungrily and he fed her more cock.
He grabbed hold of her by the cheeks of her soft but firm ass and it had the effect of sliding her cunt along the length of his cock until it was in her all the way to his balls. Then he began fucking her and she thought she was in heaven. She'd never had it that good from her husband, or anyone else she had shown her pussy to.
His prick was moving deep and often back and forth inside her tight cuntal passage. While he made thrilling movements with his lengthy tool, her hips moved up and down in a totally unconscious act as the wonderful feeling he was creating between her legs all but overwhelmed her.
He was driving her wild with his superb fucking, sending her to the peak of her lustful passions. She cried out in the joy of her orgasm, but he went right on fucking her. She screamed and moaned for him to do it some more while not at all certain she could stand it if he did. She wrapped her legs about him and wriggled her ass in the same rhythmic motion in which he was humping her. She stormed through another orgasm, her body shaking violently, sublime pleasure raging within her.
Joel wallowed in the pleasure that was his every moment that his prick was buried deep in her marvelous cunt. He savored the feel of her cuntal muscles massaging his dick. He marveled at how she made this the most fantastic fuck a man could ever hope to get. After he fired off his load of cream and sent it gushing up her twat, his prick stayed imprisoned in her cuntal passage and he did it to her all over again.
He fucked her all that evening and far into the night. When they awoke the next day, he fucked her again. And again after that. By then she wouldn't have dreamed of refusing him anything and he fucked her up the ass. He was so delighted to find that her ass was virgin and he spent most of the day buggering her butt.
In the shower together, she found that she could be fucked standing up, though she stood on her toes to be impaled on his awesome boner. After that, he fucked her again when she bent over. Then, after he'd brought her off twice in that position, he pulled his prick out of her cunt and shoved it up her ass.
From that time on, Connie had him as a frequent visitor between her legs, his awesome prick made welcome in her pussy and up her rear end.
CHAPTER TEN
What his mother told him one night was a complete surprise to Joel. He never dreamed she would do such a thing. Sure she dated men. She had quite a number of them taking her places, courting her. They all asked her for her hand in marriage and she'd turned them all down. Well, not quite all, apparently.
Joel didn't mind his mother dating men, because she didn't make a fuss when he had dates with women. He took out only single girls, of course. Married women he spent the night in bed with, when their husbands weren't home.
His mother never asked him the next day why he hadn't come home. She knew he'd spent the night with his prick in some other woman's pussy. Being a normal healthy male like he was, it was natural for him to go after all the pussy he could get. Maybe he was a little greedy. Married or single pussy, he wanted it all. She didn't mind that he wallowed in cunt. Society expected a man should be faithful to his wife, not his mother.
His mother wasn't possessive with him and he hadn't been possessive with her. They had a normal average mother and son relationship, except for the sex.
Nora had another reason for being so open-minded about her son's pussy-chasing activities. Since it was generally known around town that her son was getting all the cunt a man could possibly want, they weren't apt to suspect he was also getting his mother's.
Joel hadn't minded that his mother was going out with attractive, responsible and trustworthy older men. He would have felt guilty had she been at home all by herself while he spent the evening screwing some girl on the couch when her parents weren't home.
But this was going too far.
Right out of the blue she told him, "Darling, now that my mind is made up, I want you to be the first to know, I'm going to be married."
Joel grinned and asked her what the joke was about. It took her a while to convince him she was serious. After he went into mild shock and came out of it, his question was the obvious one. "Why?"
"For the usual reasons," Nora replied. "I've met a man I'm convinced is the right one for me. I know we'll get along well as we go through life together. But if you mean why would I consider getting married at all, I'll tell you."
"Please do," Joel said.
"You're 27 now," she said. "Your career is established and you make a good income. It's time you found a nice girl, got married and settled down. You aren't apt to do that as long as you can come home to mother every night and get into bed with her."
"Getting married is a pretty drastic way of kicking me out of the nest, Mom," he told her.
Nora smiled patiently and said. "Well, it's something I can't put off any longer. If I'm gong to do it, I have to do it now, while men are still attracted to my figure and good looks. A few years down the line, when my tits sag, my ass is flabby and my face starts to show my advancing years, I won't be able to pick and choose like I can now."
"You'll always be a good-looking woman with a knockout figure, Mom," Joel argued.
"You can say that now, while I'm still in my forties," Nora replied. "But how many women do you date and jump into bed with, who are in their fifties and sixties? A few, just for the hell of it. I don't need to draw you a picture. Most men who are my age want a woman who's younger. I'm lucky I found one who wants me and has all the qualities I look for in a mate."
They talked about it for a while longer, but, in the end, Joel knew his mother was making good sense. They ended the discussion, turned out the lights, went upstairs and got into bed together.
A month later Nora's wedding took place and Joel gave the bride away. By then, he'd found a comfortable apartment in the same neighborhood. His mother, who'd moved in with her new husband, put her house up for sale. Joel's apartment was furnished with furniture from the house, including drapes, dishes, silverware, cooking utensils, etc. What was left over, his mother either took with her or sold. A buyer was found for the house shortly after he moved out of it.
Being entirely on his own proved to be no big deal, and his mother was relieved that the move didn't present any problems for him. But, as time went by, Nora began to realize she wasn't going to have a daughter-in-law anytime soon. It wasn't that Joel had anything against marriage. It was just something he never got around to doing anything about, since the neighborhood women obligingly saw to it that he never wanted for pussy. He seldom spent a night alone in his apartment. But he didn't spend all his nights there. Far from it. There was always some woman who wanted him at her place over night.
* * *
The company Joel worked for was interested in an expanse of acreage to the southeast of town. It was owned by Lou Anne Stacy, wife of an insurance executive. Joel's' boss, Audrey Harmon, elected him to go talk to her about the possibility of purchasing it.
Mrs. Stacy, an attractive women in her early thirties, lived in a big home on the other side of the lake. Joel had phoned her and she'd agreed to see him anytime after lunch.
When he knocked on the door, Lou Anne answered it herself. Her smile was mischievous.
"Come in, Joel. I've been dying to meet you. I've heard some interesting things about you."
He wanted to ask her what kind of things specifically, but he knew she'd be evasive. If she really wanted him to know what she'd heard, she'd tell him.
He didn't mind her looking him over. He was doing a lot of looking himself. She had a beautiful face, with blue eyes and hair the color of sun-ripened wheat. It hung in soft waves about her shoulders. Her full, round boobs jiggled when she moved and the movement of her sexy ass turned his rising prick into a bar of steel.
Though she had been expecting him, even answered his knock promptly as though she had been waiting for him, she wasn't dressed to receive a visitor. She was wearing a satiny negligee. Or maybe she was dressed to receive a visitor, Joel reconsidered.
He sat down across from her and explained the purpose of his call, but Lou Anne didn't seem to be interested in discussing business. She seemed more interested in showing him her legs. The negligee had slid open, exposing her legs and a portion of her thigh. His solid cock quivered inside his pants. She laughed when he persevered with the purpose of his visit.
"You look so determined and business-like. You seem so forthright and upstanding, putting the interests of your company above all else. like you would never dream of giving into temptation. Are you easily tempted, Joel?"
"It depends on the temptation," he replied. "What did you have in mind?"
By then, he knew his prick was going to burrow its way into a hot pussy and spend the afternoon there. Numerous past experiences had taught him how easily a woman alone in the house would take down her panties when there was an opportunity to get laid.
But Lou Anne wasn't wearing panties. She didn't have anything on under that negligee. Her delicious boobs were barely covered by that satiny garment and each time she moved her legs, she gave him quick glimpses of her pussy. She was teasing him, taunting him.
"I want you to fuck me," she said easily.
How often had he heard that before, expressed that simply? No fooling around. No playing hard to get. None of this having to be talked into anything. A woman wanted to get laid and she let him know it. It was a call to arms. To bare his weapon, in this case his prick, and make haste to the battlefield, the valley between her thighs. There, a pussy waited to be taken, willing to surrender after a brief skirmish. Then it would be his duty to occupy it and overwhelm its owner with sensuous pleasure.
Never one to refuse a lady who expressed her desire for him so clearly, he moved over to the couch to sit beside her and cuddle her in his arms.
Their mouths meshed wetly. Her tongue slid in past his lips while his hands pulled open her negligee and explored her body. He thrust his face onto her boobs, which were just as enticing as he imagined them to be. He sucked on her stiffened nipples.
Lou Anne sighed and rubbed her hand along the front of his pants. She undid his zipper and hauled out his cock. Her fingers entwined about it and she playfully stroked it.
"Oh, honey," she cooed. "What I heard about you was no exaggeration. "You are hung."
Joel's hand was on her twat, his fingers searching for her clit. Finding it, he teased and tormented it, making her wriggle her ass with heated arousal.
After they'd indulged in several more hot, passionate kisses, during which time he fingered her cunt, she let out a plaintive wail and was swept into orgasm.
While she was catching her breath, he sucked on her boobs and brought her off again. As soon as she had caught her breath, while he teased her cunt with his fingers, she said, "Stop wasting time. Start getting undressed."
When he was naked, she slipped off her negligee and stretched out on the couch. She spread her legs in obvious invitation for him to take her. Joel climbed over her and rubbed the head of his prick over and around her pussy slit until it was slick and slippery with her cuntal secretions. Then he planted it in her cunthole. When he had it buried, she clamped her cuntal muscles tightly around it.
While he fucked her, her pussy held his cock tightly. He held her by her shapely buns and pounded it to her. Lou Anne wriggled around beneath him like she hadn't had anything that good in her life. Joel thought this was a wonderful way to discuss business.
As his prick moved back and forth in her twat, she panted and arched her back. The pleasure of it increased for both of them. His cock was moving in and out in long, smooth strokes. The blood was throbbing in Joel's veins and suddenly, while Lou Anne went wild in the throes of her orgasm, he shot off his load, sending it gushing up her cuntal passage. Her pussy squeezed and relaxed around his jerking shaft, making each shot of his jism feel more electric and exciting.
They lay on the couch together, their arms and legs entangled as heavenly sensations coursed through their bodies.
"Oh, Joel, darling," Lou Anne purred. "I'm going to want a lot more of this. Let's go upstairs and get into bed."
Upstairs in her bedroom, he soon found out what she had in mind and it was totally unexpected. She reached into the drawer of the night table, brought out a tube of lubricant and handed it to him.
"Now, fuck me up the ass," she said as she got onto her knees by the side of the bed, her head and shoulders resting on the mattress, her full jugs swinging freely and erotically beneath her.
Joel, no stranger to a tube of lubricant or a woman's ass, quickly smeared the slippery stuff all over his dick and crouched behind her.
Grabbing hold of her by her hips, he pressed the head of his prick to her bumhole and gave a gentle push. Three inches of his solid shaft disappeared up her ass. Lou Anne let out an excited cry and asked for more.
It took some pressure to get it up in there, but soon her asshole was clamped firmly about the root of his dick. As he fucked Lou Anne in the ass, she grunted and gasped and wriggled around. He pulled back and as he thrust forward, she shoved her buns back into his groin.
Reaching under her, his hand moved to her cunt and found her hand was already there. "I'll take care of this," she panted. "You hold onto my hips and fuck my ass."
She arched her back as the pleasure mounted. Joel reamed out her butt hole and showed her he knew a thing or two about buggering a woman's rear. His cock plowed into her back route faster and faster while Lou Anne acted like she was going out of her mind. She climaxed, but he kept right on fucking her ass.
As she was about to get off again, he could hold out no longer. Giving out with a guttural cry, he let it all go. A load of cream jetted up Lou Anne's back route.
Now that he had such an intimate relationship with her ass, Joel was in no hurry to pull his prick out. He left it in there until Lou Anne had caught her breath, then he rode her rear end again. Lou Anne didn't mind. She was thrilled and delighted at the way his pecker stayed hard.
He fucked her ass twice more after that. Then they showered together. They got into bed, slept for a while. Then upon awakening, he went back to screwing her pussy.
