"Come in me! I panted, my legs as far back as they'd go. "Shoot my cunt! I'm ready!"
Arnold groaned, I felt his big cock swell as he started fucking me real fast. Ohhh, lovely! He'd been playing me along for at least an hour, and now I really was ready!
His knob puffed, the delicious sliding of his big cock in my cunt lifted me higher, higher! The bed creaked, my tits peaked up high, my clitoris hardened, I whined my joy, and suddenly the voluptuous pangs of my orgasm rocked my senses!
"It's coming!" I wailed. "Yess, fuck me hard, baby! Fuck that big load clear up in my throat! Ahhh! Jeesus! Uhhh! Here it comes!"
His prick throbbed, he uttered a harsh cry of pleasure; my cunt twitched and clasped his stroking cock as I sailed into my sex coma where nothing mattered except the sweet furious pound of my fun-gun! My clit pulsed, my cunt tightened in luscious cadence. I was having my "dirty" fuck!
As the honeyed aftermath balmed my nerves, as my legs dropped, as he rested down on my fullish tits, the shame of my performance and the awful words I had used drew me out of my slut personality, and the "good girl" inside me took over.
I've done it again! I thought, trembling, turning my head so Arnold, my husband, would not be able to see my facial expression. I had turned into a beast, a nympho!
He rested his head on my shoulder, panting, keeping his nice big penis inside me until I'd had my final tremors of sexual satisfaction. I hugged him. I adored him for putting up with me!
You see, I have four distinct personalities. I know you've heard about people like that, and maybe you've thought it was an exaggeration. Not so! I've been to so many shrinks I'm sick of them all. I have to live with it, and Arny has to live with it or dump me. I wouldn't blame him if he did!
Sometimes, when we have an evening of fooling around and sexual relations, I can remain a "nice" woman. Not tonight! I'm thirty-two against Arny's fifty-three, but that isn't the problem. Plenty of successful men, on the second go-around, pick a younger pussy.
I'm on the plump side, but well constructed, five-nine with rich brown hair and a pretty face. Arny loves my big sloping breasts with the long thick nipples. He loves my ass, the way I kiss, and my reasonably snug cunt. He also likes me when I turn "dirty" and fuck up a real storm.
But he doesn't want me turning on just anywhere, naturally. We live in Honolulu, where things are kind of relaxed, and people sort of "hang loose." He has a marvelous job as the manager of a big Waikiki Beach hotel, and we live in one of the luxury penthouses on top. We have no kids by our marriage.
I'm one of those corn-belt women who always look so well-fed and jolly. We've been married only two years, so the "new" hasn't worn off. I have some money of my own -- oil was found on my aging mother's property, and I'm an only child, so...
Would you believe I was a virgin when Arny got me at the age of thirty? True! How excited he became! I lived in a city that had two all-girl colleges, and I had about given up hope! Women everywhere! I was working in a library, of all places, when he came into my life.
I'd been living with Mom all those lonely years. I have to confess now that I was not "going without." An old maid has to have her satisfaction somehow. All alone, of course, until the age of twenty-five when I found out that women can have sex together and enjoy it.
Helen Smith and I fucked for years. She still hasn't married. She went clear over to females and has a live-in. Nobody really cares anymore. I admit I had a little trouble adjusting to Arny and having sex the "normal" way.
But I'm bright and I learn quickly. What luscious rewards! How I loved it the first time he screwed me! I went into my "dirty" personality. We almost broke the bed down. I think I scared him.
I'd told him about my kind of neurosis, but he said he would help me all he could. He's been a dreamboat! He says I'm the best fucking he ever had. I hope so!
The only real problem is when I turn into one of my "very nice" or "medium nice" phases. I even dress differently. I don't want him touching me and I revert to my old maid era. I start reading proper books, and in the very nice phase I sleep in a different room. I'm as cold as an icicle.
He rolled over on my left, and I handed him a towel. I felt the approach of my so-far unmentioned fourth phase when I feel like killing somebody. For no reason. Dangerous. My last shrink had drawn that secret out of me. I had never actually murdered anyone... yet. I guess even normal people get the urge now and then, but with me it was a very potent and very real drive. I won't go into a few of the acts I almost committed.
"That was wonderful, Fran!" he breathed, reaching for my cunt.
"Get your dirty hand off me!" I growled, jerking away from him.
He knew instantly, and just rested there, drawing the top sheet over his fine tanned muscular body. I slid from the bed, went into the bathroom and stared at my reflection. It was evil. The marks of my turn-on were evident, my big tits were still expanded, my dark nipples tumescent, my naked cunt pooched out, but the sensations inside me were not sexual.
I wanted to go back to the bedroom and kill Arny!
God! Why? I didn't know! My hands shook; I opened a drawer and looked down at a pair of scissors. I'd cut his prick off! I'd stab him in the nuts! I reached down for the scissors, I trembled, and the room went around and around. I slumped to the bathroom floor...
Arny's gentle shaking woke me. I looked up at him, and he knew right away I was back in my loving mood. He grinned and helped me to my feet. I reached for his cock. I was okay!
My last shrink, Dr. Alias Swenson, had told Arny to ignore my drop-back into any other personality. My usual one was "medium nice." So very cold, very dirty or the urge to murder were the aberrant stages. These are rather crude descriptions, but I won't bore you with the Freudian mumbo jumbo. Medics, you know, have a language all their own -- and we're supposed to understand it. Wrong!
In my earlier years I'd had only two personalities, medium nice, and dirty. I had hidden the dirty side of me away for many years. It would pop out only when I became sexually stimulated, and then I would go someplace where I could be alone and masturbate like crazy. I'd make my pussy come until it wouldn't come any more! Or until it got so sore I'd have to stop. Luckily I had not used anything inside my vagina. The urge wasn't there, then. Just my clitoris and my tits.
The "very nice" side of me didn't appear until I began to feel very guilty about screwing another girl or a woman. My reaction would be Victorian. I'd feel above all that sordid animal gratification and try to be like an innocent young girl again.
Mom tried to understand, but she never did. She sent me to ordinary medics, who gave me a few pills after a rather insulting examination of my body. The tablets, I learned later, were mostly baking soda or sugar. Quacks!
As I grew older, settled into a single life, and approached thirty, the doctors who examined me were duly surprised that I still had my maidenhead. I hadn't tried to keep it; I had just never met a man who interested me that much who was drawn to me.
I had used no makeup, always dressed like an old maid and my clothes were not very modern. But Arny saw through all that. He could make out a pretty fair body under that sacky dress. And he appealed to my "dirty" side: after meeting him I ran into the library rest room and masturbated wildly.
"I'm so sorry, honey!" I said, letting him lead me back to the bed. I was still fondling his cock, and he began to get up again. This was our first fuck in a whole week, and he wanted more of it.
I used a towel and stretched out at his left, pushing my big breasts up with my hands, spreading my plump thighs and angling my crotch up for him. He began to play with it. Need I mention that he had a wonderful skill with my cunt? Leaning over me, he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it into tingling stiffness. How I loved that!
Not one word from him about my vicious words earlier. I was hot again and held his nice big thick penis as if it were made of pure gold! Cozy thrills fanned through my pelvis. I writhed my generous ass.
"Ohhh, that's good!" I breathed, feeling his fingers toy with my tender clitoris. "I need lots of fucking tonight, honey! I want to make up for all those years I didn't get it!"
"I know," he whispered around my nipple. "When you're like this, I can't resist!"
His long finger slipped into my cunt as I moaned and hunched up on it. One thing he had impressed on me right away, even as early as our honeymoon: even though his cock turned soft, a finger never did. Twenty-one years between us. I couldn't expect him to perform like a guy my own age.
Anyway, I'd become so used to tittie and clit orgasms over the years, I still adored them. But they are always better when he does it. I didn't have my fun alone unless he was ill or away a long time.
And so far I hadn't cheated on him with either sex. He knew I'd had some lesbian experiences before our marriage. He hadn't asked, but in one of my vicious moods I had blurted it out. He was well aware that he was the first man to get a cock in me.
"Ohhh, get me off this way, honey!" I gasped, my clit tensing for the goodies. "I don't want to wear out your cock! Yesss! That's the way! Poke it in deep! Sock me, hit me! My cunt's coming offf!"
His penis stiffened in my hand, he whipped his finger swiftly in my cunt, my nipple swelled in his mouth, the sweet sharp pangs of delight throbbed from my little pecker. My tits heaved high, my thighs jerked and then I was into the very best of it!
I drifted along in my aftermath, and he cupped my cunt, letting me buck up on it until the last twinges faded and I softened, breathing heavily, still gripping his cock.
"You're so good to me, honey," I whispered. I was on the border line between "dirty" and "nice," so I stopped saying the four-letter words and cuddled.
"When you're in the mood, you need a lot of it," he murmured.
"Aren't you glad," I giggled.
"Damn right," he muttered. He swung over between my thighs and I adjusted myself eagerly. He whipped the pillow he knew I liked from the head of the bed and slid it beneath my ass. My legs came way back, my pussy arched up for him.
I guided his prick in moaning as the big knob oozed snugly into my vagina. So good to have it back in there! The sex we'd had earlier, I mean with his prick in me, had not nearly satisfied me.
Now for the best part of all! And I was feeling "dirty" again. I pushed my tits up for his mouth and he lipped my left nipple. He began to pour the cock to me.
"Love your cock, baby!" I breathed, shivering with lust. "It's away up in there where I need it! Fuck me till I pass out! Fuck me for hours! I want to come off ten times more!"
He liked me "dirty." Men have filthy minds, anyway. The more animalistic a woman is the better they like it. Two or three pokes in my cunt, then a tingling pause. Sexy! I'd never asked him where he'd learned to fuck -- probably from his first wife. Being a hotel manager, as good looking as he is, surely brought enough pussy around to satisfy him. He had been without a wife around for eight years.
Bounce, bounce, bounce! Rest. The pangs of delight were turning sharper; I was bucking my ass upward when he stroked, whimpering and gasping. His nine inches was reaching my super-tender zone, awakening nuances of delight I had never known until that wedding night.
"Ohhh, I'm coming," I whispered. "Don't you dare shoot!"
"Have a big one, baby," he growled. "I can hold!"
"Uh, uh, uhh!" I cried, as the sugar-coated thrills intensified and my cunt began to convulse around his cock. "Ohh, here it comes! Uhhohhhh -- fuuuuck! Hit me!"
He stroked faster, just enough to pop me, and then I did the rest! The pounds of erotic thrall were exquisite! My cunt tightened delectably, my clitoris throbbed, my nipples seemed to burst with passion!
Moaning and panting, I coasted down from my orgasm. I was coming off better with him! I was coming off harder! I writhed my body, drawing his head down between my swollen tits, uphunching for the last of the sexy sensations.
When I quieted he kissed me, easing his tongue slowly in my hungry mouth. I loved it. We had kissed a lot before the first sex, but I never could seem to get enough of it. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, savoring the good strength of him, the deepness of his cock in my still trembling cunt.
At last he lifted away, and we both used the towel. I was getting very juicy! I cuddled his cock, gently caressed his balls, feeling horribly slutty and abandoned.
I had asked him this before, but I asked it again. "Stud, would you like me to be `nice' in bed?"
"Hell, no! As long as you don't faint on me, like you did a while ago."
It's true. Sometimes between personalities I get dizzy, and sometimes not. I do not often lose consciousness.
"I think it was because I'd been into my "super nice" phase, stud. You know how I am then! I don't want any fun!"
"Yeah, a week is a long time, baby!" he chuckled. He went along when I was feeling "dirty." We had special names for each other, then. He was stud, and I was pussy or baby. He never called me a cunt. It's like calling a man a prick. Often, though, I called him honey. Just like in my nice phase.
"I'll try to be dirty for days and days," I giggled. "I'll rub my cunt all over you!"
He laughed.
"Say, I forgot to tell you, pussy. My young cousin is coming for a visit. Sandi. You remember her, she was at the wedding."
"Kissing cousin?" I giggled. "Yes, I recall her. Sexy looking blonde."
"Yes. You women always notice. Still single."
"Should we try to line her up with a stud," I cooed, fondling his cock.
"We'll see when she gets here. Our guest room has never been used."
"Oh, it was one day!" I gurgled, drawing his foreskin back, exposing the swollen dark blue knob. "Remember, I asked you to come and see something -- and I had my dress up and my cunt looking right at you!"
He chuckled. "That was goood! I like surprises."
"Well, you just keep on fucking me, stud, and I'll try to figure out some new games we can play!"
He reached over to cup my cunt. "Sometimes I wish you could be like this all the time, baby."
"I'd be dangerous, honey. I'd be fucking the elevator operator or about anything with pants on." I teased his stiffening prick. "And I'd have you worn down to a shadow."
He laughed, but it was not without a certain reserve. He knew me, all right. So far, during our marriage, I had slipped into my "nympho" role only with him. Fucking just anybody seemed revolting now. But would it if I were hard up?
I trembled and slid over above him. "My turn to fuck now, animal!"
"You do a hell of a job up there!" he grinned. "Then I can play with your big sexy tits."
I moved into position. I loved top riding!
CHAPTER TWO
"This is a beautiful room!" Sandi Lewis exclaimed, gazing around the guest room.
"Just make yourself at home, Sandi," Arny smiled, obviously pleased by her appearance, second cousin or not. She was like one of those foxy blonde types you see on TV -- lots of legs, a slender ass and stand-out tits. The features of a model. But not nearly as skinny as models have to be. Pleasingly rounded.
She was twenty-six, but didn't look it. Some kind of secretary in Kansas City, out on her own. The invitation from Uncle Arny to come visit Hawaii had pleased her much. At the airport she had hugged him as if he were a boyfriend.
Some families do a lot of hugging and kissing. Mom and I never had. Dr. Swenson seemed to feel that coolness at home had contributed to my neurosis. I'd been alone too much.
In my earlier years at high school I'd been active in sports, though. Girls' basketball, girls' softball, girls' swim team. My growing tits had become embarrassing, however. Guys used to come to the basketball games just to watch my boobs bounce around. Filthy-minded young fuckers!
During my senior year at high school I had turned into a loner, a real introvert. I sneaked erotic books into my room at home and my masturbation increased dramatically. I kept in trim, however. Guys never called the house.
With all those fresh young cunts from two women's colleges on the prowl I didn't stand a chance. I dressed to conceal my bod, not enhance it. I got the job at Creston, Iowa, and kept it, living at home with Mom. Such a dull life -- until I met Helen. From being chums we turned into lovers.
She was a year younger than I, rather heavily built, but not really bad looking. She was out of it in the man market, too. Who wanted a chubby? She claimed I was the first girl she'd fucked, which I doubted, but it didn't matter. We grooved, especially when I turned filthy.
Arny helped Sandi with her travel cases, and then went back downstairs to his office. After all the nice sex with Arny two nights before I was still in my medium-nice phase, I wore pants and a fitted blouse, heels.
The moment Arny left I knew she liked pussy. It shows if you're that way yourself. Her big blue eyes ran up and down my bod, she twitched over to a sofa and planted her cute narrow ass on the cushions. She had freshened herself after her trip, obviously booked for excitement.
I had promised Arny I'd show her around Honolulu, where there is a lot to see if you've never been there. We had visited on the way in from the airport, and she had been pleasant enough -- not too stuck up about her beauty, but very aware of it, as most sexy chicks are. The big United jet had arrived around noon, we three had had lunch at the airport, so Sandi and I had most of the afternoon free.
"Feel like a sightseeing trip?" I asked.
Oh, after while, Fran. Let's talk. Does Arny know you like pussy?"
I flushed. I was trying to stay nice.
"He's aware that I had some before we were married," I said dryly. "I'm trying to be straight for him."
"Mmmm. He's a damn sexy man for his age," she smiled, giving me some flirt. "Is he good fucking?"
I sat at her right, and I could feel the filthy side of my nature taking over. "So you want to talk fuck, do you? Okay, he is very good. He's got nine inches of thick cock, and I come off real good around it."
"Well!" she laughed. "Now we're getting someplace. Let's you and me have some fun, huh?"
I shuddered. Her showy blouse delineated her jutting titties, her nipples were clearly outlined, and her tailored pants were about one size too small. Arny had been admiring her ever since she'd raced up to him and hugged him.
"What got your cunt hot, baby?" I smiled, scooting closer to her.
"One of those airline hostesses. And... seeing Arny. We're only second cousins. I'd like to fuck him, you know."
"I could tell," I said. I got my left arm around her shoulders, and she swayed toward me. "I suppose a little change would do him good, since you'll be going back home in a week or so."
"Just don't embarrass me, Sandi. I can get very vicious if I have to. Be discreet about it, okay?"
"Oh, of course!" she giggled. She held her dewy red mouth over, and I fastened my lips to hers, driving my tongue deep. I loved it! I'd never fucked such a pretty twat, and my clit was getting hard. This could be a very interesting week or so!
Her arms climbed around my neck, her silky full lips opened wide, and when I began to unbutton her blouse she trembled. I'd missed this, I really had! You go for lezzie sex for so many years, and it's hard to kick the habit.
I brought her shapely tits out of the-blouse, teasing the little nipples, liking the firmness of her mounds. Her tongue began to flick at mine, and she softened back on the sofa, letting me take charge. Women love all kinds of kissing and fooling around, so I gave her pretty boobs a deft working over.
More shivers of pleasure greeted my playing hand, and she drew away, breathing unevenly.
"God! You're good, Fran!"
"It's been a long time, you sexy blonde pussy, you!"
"Me, too!" she whispered, reaching over to my blouse. "I don't get in this mood with just any woman. You were so cool on the way in I didn't think you'd go for it!"
"I have a personality change situation, baby," I murmured. "If I act very differently later, try to understand."
"I heard something about that. Don't worry, this is fun! I need it!"
"Well, let's go in the bedroom and get these cunts together, huh?" I laughed.
"Heavy!" she giggled, watching my hand on her swollen tits. Her left hand was sneaking inside my blouse. She trembled. "Oh, what a pair! So solid and sexy!"
"I keep in shape," I purred. "I see you do, too. I think this is going to be extremely fine stuff!"
She giggled. "I don't think Arny would like this!"
"You might be surprised, baby. He's quite sophisticated."
She did some oh's and ah's when she saw the master bedroom, not because it was sexually suggestive but due to the decorations and feminine touches. I'd decorated it in my normal state of mind, "medium nice."
We removed clothes quickly, I turned back the bed and we settled down on the flowered satin sheet. A nice balmy Pacific breeze came fragrantly into the room; the buzz of traffic was only faintly heard.
"I'm surprised a pretty thing like you goes for pussy," I purred, sliding my right hand down to her cunt.
"I discovered it in college. A roommate in the girls' dorm got at me. I guess I'd been interested a long time."
"When did you start masturbating?" I laughed, pressing her lightly haired pussy.
"Filthy!" she giggled. "Around fourteen, I guess. You?"
"Much younger. My tits were growing out at eleven. Say, that's a nice little girl cock you've got!"
"God, you're rotten!" she breathed.
"Well, we aren't going to call this 'love,' are we?" I breathed, toying with her clit.
"Nooo, but you could say you like me!"
"Hell yes, I like you, baby!" I said, pushing my longest finger in her cunt. She shivered, arching her crotch at my gentle touch. Her pussy aroma was spicy, pleasant.
"Ohhh!" she whispered. I was thumb-teasing her little girl pecker while I dallied with her urethra. Her nipples sharpened, I leaned above her and began kissing them, sucking each one far up in my mouth, then dancing my tongue around the dainty peaks.
Eyes closed, relaxed, she gave herself up to enjoyment. She was not turning on as fast as a few females I'd fucked, but she was young and fresh enough to make it damned exciting. When I finally crawled over between her nice long shanks she was shaking with need. I glued my eager cunt to hers and pillowed my tits down on her cute pointy boobs.
"Ohhh!" she breathed tipping her pussy up, legs opening farther. "Give me a good long fuck, honey!"
"I'll make your sexy little cunt go crazy!" I gasped, stroking, trembling with anticipation. Hunch, hunch, hunch! Sugar-sweet twinges spread from my crotch; my clit tensed. More than two years since I'd had a lezzie fuck!
Never again would I wait so long. The Hawaiian girls know about sex at a very early age -- they mature fast in this tropical climate. While they are as fond of cock as girls anywhere, they are into female funning, too. I'd had several propositions recently. The cute little hairdresser in the beauty parlor on the ground floor wanted it.
Her name was Lana, she was part Japanese and Polynesian. A real doll baby. She appeared to be around twenty-five or so, but you can't tell ages exactly in the Islands. She had let me know that her current boyfriend was not satisfying her.
She knew I was interested in her pretty nut-brown body, and when she was doing my hair she conveyed her yearnings. Always so happy and cheerful, giggling a lot. Women can get by with murder, right in front of men, you know. .
Arnold was not so easily fooled. He had been in Hawaii more than ten years. I was certain he'd had some native pussy. He had remarked several times about sensual looking females looking me over. I guess when I'm in my dirty mood it really shows. I felt certain he would not be too upset if I caught a little native stuff on the side. Females. No men.
Now I was humping his cousin!
She was getting there, and so was I. I jiggled and rested; I fucked and paused. Her pretty face showed a light flush, her mouth was puffed from heavy kissing, her pussy was swelling out and turning slick with juices.
"Ohh... ohhhh... please, honey!" she whined, her fingers digging at my shoulders. She wanted to get lovey-dovey, like most. Elementary, my dear Watson! American girls generally associate orgasms with "love," or at least deep affection.
Asian girls, not necessarily. From my limited experience, and after discussing it with Arny, it was obvious they could just for the fun of it. And what's more fun?
I hunched Sandi right up to the brink of her orgasm and dallied again. Her head swung from side to side; she was in a sweet thrall of expectation. She was trying to upfuck, and I held her pinned there, making her wait for the goodies.
"Ohh, come on!" she panted.
"Okay, sweet pussy, hang on and go off," I breathed, my own pleasure cannon ready to fire. "Do it now, baby! Get your cunt-fun!"
She whined and gasped. I felt the joyful tensing of her clit, the shudders of her climax, the further stiffening of nipples and then the hammer of my own delight! Goood! The pulsing of my clit was far out!
I jiggled my ass for the rest of the good stuff and then rested as the afterwaves of delicious relief bathed my crotch and loins. Not nearly as deep and as satisfying as coming around Arny's prick, but sweetly pleasing to the senses. Feeling another woman come has a special appeal. Don't ask me why. Sharing, I guess.
"Ohhh, wonderful!" she breathed, softening. "God, you're absolutely filthy!"
"But it made you come good," I giggled, sliding my big tits across her smaller ones, enjoying the intimacy, the clinging wetness of our cunts. Her legs lifted enough to press my ass.
"I... guess you are two different persons," she murmured. "I certainly adore this side of you!"
"Well, Arny and I have to make your vacation here very enjoyable!"
She sighed, her legs dropped. She pushed her cunt up tightly. "I hope you want more of this!"
"Baby, I'm just getting started!" I laughed.
"Must be the climate," she giggled, fondling my back and waist, then my ass. "Should we go in the johnnie, first? I'm pretty sticky."
"Sure, a little recess makes things nice," I agreed. "Then I want to eat you."
"Ohhh," she breathed, hugging me. "I hoped you would!"
"Takes a girl to know how to give another girl a good head session."
"I know," she said. "Men love to get sucked, but they don't care for returning the favor. Not many, anyway."
I nodded and rolled away. Her big blue eyes surveyed me in a way that put me on guard. I didn't need any involvement, any emotional over-tones. I saved all that for Arny. He was my hero, my prince on a white steed. He had rescued me from the dullness of a library and an old-maidship and had given me a beautiful new life. I did truly love him.
He had taken me on in spite of my drastic changes of personality, my off neurosis. He'd plucked my rose, and no other man had ever been in me since. I was not sure I wanted one.
Pussy? That was a whole different ball game!
I watched Sandi wiggle to the bathroom, and I felt a sweet tingling rise of my need. Such a cute, sexy ass-twitch, such charm and prettiness!
I hope Arny does fuck her, I thought. Men need a change, too. But not another man! He's just not built that way. I saw him eyeballing Sandi, and she liked it. I wonder if we could possibly have a threesome?
Oh, wow! I've heard about it, I've read about it. But I'm not certain I could actually watch him run his cock into another pussy. No. That would take some getting used to! I might feel too much of a shock and slide into my evil personality. I might do something very awful.
Better not rock the boat.
While she was doing her thing in the bathroom I cupped my swollen boobs and teased the nipples. Ummm! We were going to have a highly stimulating afternoon.
CHAPTER THREE
"This sure is an exciting place!" Sandi exclaimed, gazing around the interior of the Chickadee Club. As the name implied, there were plenty of beautiful young chicks around, as waitresses, bar girls and entertainers.
I had reverted back to my medium-nice role after the fun "afternooner" with Sandi. We had rested and showered and were all gussied up when Arny came up to take us out for the evening. He didn't ask how we'd spent the afternoon, but I think he knew.
We had had a lavish meal at the hotel dining room, and here we were, about a block from the Hotel Sandune, where Arny was manager and where we lived. Sandi wore a multicolored halter with matching pants, and I wore a blouse and pants. It was a casual-dress kind of place, but still fancy.
A five-piece band played for dancing. A cutie girl in a very mini halter and grass skirt was singing into a mike and undulating her beautiful ass in time to the Hawaiian music.
We ordered drinks, and Arny took me out on the dance floor. I came in close, as usual, thrilling to his grip around my waist, the press of my big tits into his shirt front.
"You and Sandi hit it right off," he murmured in my ear.
"Yes, she's neat. Sexy, too."
"I want her to have a good time here," he said, slyly.
"She took a nap -- you know how those long plane rides are. Jet lag, I suppose. We dressed all up just for you, honey."
"You look terrific, as usual, Cuddles."
"Mmmm! I do adore you, you big hunk!"
"After two years?" he kidded.
"Everything gets better and better, honey!" I whispered, snuggling in, my head on his shoulder. "Especially in bed!"
He laughed, softly. The band was playing "Blue Hawaii," one of my favorites. I waited until we reached a dark corner of the dance floor and pushed my cunt mound right at his basket. His arm tightened.
"I need it tonight, honey," I breathed.
"Hey, I can tell!" he laughed. "Think Sandi might hear us?"
"I'm sure a few bed creaks wouldn't shock her! Can you think of some man about her age she could date while she's here?"
"Nooo," he said. I felt sure he wouldn't do any "searching." He wanted to fuck her himself. She'd be here about ten days at the most. Could I knock that? I had been there in her panties already. In fact, I had already indicated to Sandi that she could get it from Arny.
We walked back to the table and sipped at our drinks. Another slow tune began and Arny, out of politeness, asked Sandi for a dance. No hesitation. She had been looking forward to it. I watched enviously.
At first they stayed properly apart, but soon she was flattened against him, their cheeks were touching, and it was clear that both were enjoying it. She was just about half his age, but who cared? Plenty of girls like older men, and older men certainly go for that young stuff!
I was having trouble staying "nice." I looked away, my hands shaking. I went to the Chick Room, finding it filled with chattering girls, and left. If I dropped into my "dirty" routine, I could spoil the whole evening. I tried to think of cool mountain streams, as the shrink had suggested. I would not look at Sandi and Arny rubbing their outfits together on the dance floor.
I'd never slipped out of focus in public, so far. I did not want to embarrass them. I returned to our table and tried to think clean thoughts. It worked! By the time they returned to the table I was okay.
Sandi, looking slightly flushed and stimulated, _said she'd like another highball. We all ordered from the sleek young girl with the long legs, tight little ass and pushed-out tits. A chicky uniform.
A blare of noise from the orchestra brought two beautiful native-looking girls onto the platform. Mini grass skirts and mini halters, flowers in their jet black hair. They danced to a drumbeat only. How those girls can wiggle their asses so fast and not move their upper bodies I could never understand.
These two young beauties were more lewd than usual. As the dancing progressed they faced one another and their obvious coital thrusts, the forward arch of their titties, indicated a lesbian sex routine.
They didn't quite touch, which made it passable in public, but they did about everything else to sex it up and imitate a lez fuck scene. Several men applauded wildly. Their movements quickened with the drum beats, their juggling and hip thrustings became more abandoned, and finally they imitated an orgasm.
Their heads went back, their faces contorted, and their brown thighs vibrated. Their crotch movements were wildly suggestive. The drum reached a crescendo of racket. As the girls finished their "orgasm," the drum roll diminished and faded away, the lights dimmed, the stage turned dark.
"Boy, that's some show!" Sandi giggled.
"Sexy," I said, feeling my control slipping away. Arny saw it instantly and suggested leaving immediately.
I would turn either dirty or evil -- I had to have fresh air, a less suggestive environment. Sandi was disappointed, but she knew from Arny's expression that something had gone wrong. With me. Out in the car, sitting next to him, I wanted to bring his cock out and go down on him right there!
My cunt was burning, my nipples itched, a fever of lust enveloped me. I sat rigidly in the seat until the car stopped in his marked stall behind the hotel. Sandi didn't say a word.
As fast as the elevators are in the Sandune, and there are three, it seemed to take an age to reach the penthouse level. Arny didn't touch me. Sandi looked rather embarrassed, a bit pale. I was still struggling with myself.
In our quarters at last, he rushed me into our bedroom, closing the door. He looked extremely troubled, I hadn't lost control of myself in public. I hadn't flipped out. I hadn't caused a scene.
"Let it go, honey," he murmured, holding me close.
I hugged him, arching my loins at his crotch, shaking with lust. I was wet, my thoughts were erratic, mostly about animals fucking, girls fucking, girls masturbating!
But the worst of it passed more quickly than usual, and I came out of it. He knew it and led me to a love seat, easing me down, sitting at my right, murmuring endearments.
"God!" I breathed, trembling. "I'm so sorry, honey!"
"Hey, Cuddles, it's okay! We had a fine dinner, we danced." His arms slipped around me, he murmured in my ear. "Do you still want a little?"
"Yes, yes!" I gasped. "I spoiled our evening, but I'll make it up to you now!"
"Good!" he murmured, opening my blouse.
"I wanted to rush up on the stage and fuck one of those sexy young cunts," I breathed, shuddering.
"I didn't know that kind of show went on there," he said. "Look, baby, you get organized and I'll go and try to explain things to Sandi."
"Right. Hurry back!"
He kissed me, with tongue, and squeezed my now naked breasts. I moaned. I was burning for his cock! As he left the bedroom, I ran to the bath and started undressing. I suddenly remembered that some kind of fault in the air-conditioning vents made it possible to hear sounds from the guest bedroom. The place had been used so little I'd almost forgotten about it.
"... oh, come in, Arny!" Sandi was greeting him. A long silence, then a cozy giggle. Sure as hell he was kissing her and probably playing with her bod!
"Hey, not now, baby," he said.
"But it's been years since you had your cock in me, Honey!"
He had fucked her before our marriage! I was positive he hadn't since, because she'd been in Kansas City, and we'd been in Hawaii. Dear, sweet Uncle Arny. And clever young Sandi! And she was as filthy-mouthed as I was. I hadn't shocked her a damn bit.
Our fuck earlier had been interrupted, though. I had forgotten about the daily maid service.
"I need time to work it out, Sandi," he said, finally.
"I think she wants you to fuck me!" Sandi giggled. "You know, from things she said...
"You two got acquainted pretty damn fast," he said.
"Oh, we hit it right off. She's a peach. Does she do that often?"
"Nooo. Just be patient, Sandi. I told you in that letter what to expect."
Another silence, longer this time. Was he playing with her cunt, her tits? I was not as jealous as I had expected. Let her stir him all up, charge his batteries, and I'd get the cock spurt! But how could I hate her when I wanted more of her bod myself!
Another intimate giggle, a little gasp of obvious pleasure, a few murmured words and I heard the door close.
"Fuck!" Sandi exclaimed to herself. Total frustration!
I drew my ear from the air vent and hurried along with my bathroom thing. I heard him come into our bedroom. I was soon into a bright red nightie he liked, the white lace trim striking me just below the crotch, my big boobs bulging the d�colletage. I put on very high-heeled bedroom sandals I kept there for fun nights. I was shaking with need.
Coming out of the john, I saw he was in his robe, with nothing on underneath. Nothing visible, at least.
"Sandi understands, honey," he grinned, moving toward me. His robe at his middle was already standing out, the yearning showed in his eyes and expression.
"Take it when it's there, honey!" I giggled.
He stopped. "What do you mean, Cuddles?"
"She wants to fuck you the worst way," I cooed, twitching towards him. "Out on the dance floor she was rubbing it all over you! I'm not honest!"
"Will you be when you're normal again?"
"No. I know I went a little crazy, there at the club, but I am getting things under control better." Was I, really? "Besides, a man needs a change of pussy! I understand that! Why don't you give me some goodies and then go in there and fuck her!"
He stared at me, and his cock-bulge seemed bigger. "Damn, I believe you mean it!"
I had never told him about the air vent that gave such clear audio in the bathroom. In fact, most of the time I had a small rug and the dirty clothes hamper sitting on the vent. I had discovered it by accident one day when the maids were going over the guest room.
I even recalled some of their conversation.
"You know, she sleeps in here sometimes," one maid commented. I did when I was in my aloof cold phase.
"A stud like him, I'd be in his bed all the time!"
"She looks pretty well fucked."
Laughter.
Dirty-minded twats! Who was calling who what?
"Honey, I do mean it!" I giggled, reaching out to open his robe and expose his fine big cock.
"Damn it, I don't want anyone coming between us, Fran! You know that!"
I caressed his tensing prick. "I know it, honey. She won't be here long. Let's give her a good time!"
He grabbed me and drew me down on a love seat. He jerked his robe away, settling at my right. "Damn, damn!"
His mouth took mine, his tongue stroked deep. I fondled his rigid cock and softened in the circle of his strong left arm, stinging thrills racing through my bod. He lifted my tits out of the daring nightie top and cradled them deftly. His tongue dived and dived. He hadn't been so eager and impetuous in a long time.
No matter how much you care about a guy, the "new" wears off after a while. I'd read it in books, and I knew from experience. You get into a kind of routine about sex. If you know what he's going to do every time, some of the spice goes out of it. Ask any broad who's been married a lot of years.
What had kept the fire going, in one way, was to my uncertain temperament, my moods. I'd be cold and distant for a week or longer. I often did sleep in the guest room. Several times, in such a mental state, I'd told him to go out and get some strange pussy. I was sure he hadn't, so far.
So, the prospect of having some new, fresh young cunt, right at home, with my approval, was really stirring his nuts. He'd had it before. Some girls do fly thousands of miles for a certain guy, and vice versa.
I spread my thighs far apart and whined into his mouth. I was burning! I couldn't wait! Seeing those girls do their suggestive routine in the night club had fired my furnace!
His knowing hand claimed my cunt. He began fondling my swollen flesh, my tender clitoris, my urethra, and his head lowered to my tits. Honeyed stings of delight raked my loins. He sucked a whole breast end into his mouth, his thumb pressed my clit, he poked his finger away in!
"Ohh, my cunt's coming!" I whined. "Finger fuck me hard, stud! I need lots of it tonight! Ohhh! Jeeesus, here it comes!"
His finger stroked very fast, my nipple surged farther into his mouth, the sugary pangs of my need simply roared through my cunt, my loins! My vagina clenched furiously on his diving finger, and I bucked my ass, savoring the rich nuances of erotic delight. I yelled loudly, hoping Sandi could hear me!
I drifted along in a sex daze, cuddling his tumid cock, softening back on the cushions, breathing hard. The after-pangs were especially heavy! I upfucked a few last times, and his head lifted from my swollen tender nipples.
"Fantastic!" he breathed.
"I think it's because there's another sexy pussy in the next room, honey!"
He trembled. His cock was slick with his eager juice. He kissed me hard, and I wiggled my tongue in his mouth. He cupped my cunt like he owned it, which in a sense he did.
"I'm okay for a while now, honey," I purred. "You go in and give Sandi what she needs, a good hard fucking. It's all right, understand?"
I wouldn't tell him I'd fucked her, but I think he knew. If she told him, so what? He's a very perceptive stud, and very forgiving.
He kissed me again, stood and wrapped his robe around his body. He left the bedroom quickly. I ran into the bathroom and sat on the padded toilet seat, my ear tuned to what would come through the vent.
"Oh, you're here!" Sandi gasped. The door closed and silence ensued. He was surely kissing her and caressing her leggy bod. I heard a little squeal of mingled joy and surprise, a cozy feminine laugh.
"It looks as sexy as ever, Arny! It's been more than two years! I wanted to marry you, you know. I guess I was too young! No guy ever made me come as hard as you did!"
He laughed. Another silence. Was that a bed sound, a kind of sighing?
"Ohhh," she giggled. "You devil! I can't believe she said this was okay! She's a beautiful person, Arny.
"I know, Sandi."
She wasn't knocking me or making vicious remarks about me. I had to admire her for that. She wasn't trying to take him away from me... yet!
"Ohhh," came her happy gurgle. "God, that's heavy! You have a terrific way of eating pussy!"
He's giving her head already, I thought, spreading my thighs, fitting my hand on my puffy cunt. My boobs were already out of the nightie, and my left hand went there. Nummy! He is good with his lips and tongue! He loves muff diving!
"Ohhh, oh, ohhh!" she cried, her voice shrill. "Yes, honey, get me offf! Ohh... ohhh... ohhhh!"
A definite bed jiggle, a squeal of girlish thrall, and I knew he had crawled into position and had poured his cock into her coming cunt! He had done that for me dozens of times, nibbled and teased me right up to the climax, and bladed his prick in deep. The goodies are extra good!
Her whimpers of delight, the jiggle of the bed told me how she loved it. I fondled my cunt with more purpose, my crotch tipped high, my clit stiffened for the honeydew sensations! My nipples were stiff and long and swollen. But I didn't want to come in the bathroom -- they could hear me!
I stood, trembling with need, and quietly left the john. I ran to the bed, sprawled out on it, and started my fun-thing again. I wished, suddenly, I had an artificial prick, the kind I had seen in a novelty shop a few weeks earlier.
But what would Arny say if he found one of those dildoes around the house? I wasn't sure. In one book I'd read, the man and woman both enjoyed using one.
So far in our marriage only his finger and his cock had been up in my cunt. And his tongue! All that stuff about bananas and carrots had left me cold in my growing-up years. I was content to play with my clit and my boobs. My vagina would be for the right guy -- and finally he had come along!
How flattered he'd been to find a thirty-year-old virgin!
Do it, do it! My nerves were stretched taut enough. So I did it! Come now, pussy! Come to mama! You'll have his cock back in there soon! Yes, yes yes! Ohhhh! Damn! This is one of the best finger orgasms I had ever had...
CHAPTER FOUR
"This is nice here, Fran," Sandi murmured, stretching languidly on the colorful beach blanket. We were relaxing on famous Waikiki Beach, in an area we had almost to ourselves. I had picked it because I was uncomfortable about showing up in a swimsuit where many vacationers were. My big thrusting tits drew too much unwanted attention.
A warm breeze from the Pacific whispered in palm fronds high overhead; the surf rolled in as it had for ages. A few kids played along the water's edge.
I'd rented a big umbrella from a vendor down near the breakwater. I could sit out in the sun oftener than she. My tan was improving, and she had hardly any. Blondes have trouble with too much direct sunlight.
Arny had left for work before we girls had awakened. We both had slept in until past ten o'clock. After a leisurely breakfast in the hotel dining room, we had gone back up to the penthouse and put on our beach gear.
No sex -- yet. We were playing it as if she had been a very proper houseguest here in Honolulu to visit Uncle Arny. Sandi was pleasant to be with, easy to please in small ways that created a better feeling between us.
I was in my best and warmest "nice" mood. I knew that the previous evening's events would come up, sooner or later.
"I want to say how much I appreciate your... sharing Arny last night, Fran."
"I had an idea that you two had been intimate before I even met Arny," I said. How pretty she was in her black mini bikini -- such beautiful long legs, such cute hard titties.
My two-piece suit was more modest. I'd had trouble finding a halter that would fit around my big jugs. The panty was snug, too. I liked red, and Arny liked it on me, so...
"Well, we were," Sandi smiled. "He was fifty then, I was twenty-three, and it just didn't jell... I mean into anything permanent. Now I'm twenty-six and he doesn't seem that much older. God! Isn't he heavy in bed!"
"Neat!" I laughed. And I got his load last night! He saved it for me, even if he did fuck you!
She sifted sand through her fingers, not looking at me. "I never dreamed I'd get a chance at him... you know, married to you, and everything. You're damned generous, honey."
"Well, we got a little too, so why not?" I laughed.
She rolled over and looked at me. "I could use a little more, Fran."
"After last night, and yesterday afternoon?" I giggled.
"Well, I doubt if Arny will want any sex tonight," she said slyly. "After he humped me, and went back to you, I could hear you yelling clear in the guest room!"
"He had a big head of steam," I laughed. "Say, I have to use the rest room over there. Come along?"
"No, I'll just take it easy, honey. Think about another nice afternooner, huh?"
I laughed, picked up my handbag from the blanket and walked toward the rest rooms. I went in the Ladies' side, naturally. I had just finished what I was in there for and was checking my appearance in the mirror above the sink when a dark-headed youth came rushing in, a wild expression on his face.
He snatched at my handbag. I jerked it free and suddenly my "vicious" self took over. I kicked him in the balls; he staggered backward, and while he doubled over with pain I gave him a hard fist in the side of the head. He toppled over, the back of his cranium thudding onto the concrete floor.
The way he went limp, his pain gone, gave me an animal pleasure. I saw blood where the fucker's skull had struck the concrete, and I kicked him again, again! I was cursing and fuming. The rotten sonofabitch!
Approaching voices drew me out of my evil trauma -- male voices, thank God! I gathered myself together, slipped out of the Ladies as the boys went into the other side and walked back to where Sandi waited in the shade of the big umbrella.
She looked at me, curiosity in her eyes. "What's the matter, Fran?"
"Oh, I had a scare," I said, my former "nice" self returning. "A guy started to come in the Ladies' side. I'm okay now."
"Well, sit and enjoy," she smiled.
I think I killed that bastard! ran through my mind. Blood all over! The way he looked! Good God! We'd better clear out of here!
"Uh, maybe we ought to go, honey," I said. "You had a nice idea a while ago. Let's do have a little fun!"
"Heavvvy!" she bubbled. "Let's go... "
In the elevator we were alone, and she slipped over to hug me and squeeze my tits. I was still in a kind of daze, aware of my terrible act but not yet over my hatred. I needed to be comforted.
We wore our beach robes, sandals. The Sandune is just a half block from the famous beach. We had walked there, as a lot of tourists do. I reached inside the top of her robe and played with her sexy breasts.
"Love it," she breathed. The elevator stopped before we reached the penthouse level, a young couple came in, smiling and holding hands. It appeared they were planning on some afternoon diversion, too.
In the penthouse at last, I closed the door; we dropped our beach things and robes and rushed together. She sensed right away that she could be the aggressor, that I would let her do most of the making out. This excited her. She had my halter unfastened in no time at all!
She mashed her mouth on mine, her tongue stabbed and flirted, and her bikini-covered pussy slanted warmly against my heating cunt mound. The fright began to leak out of me, as I softened to enjoy the neat preliminaries.
Sex had been a tension-eager ever since puberty; after any kind of emotional crisis, when I had calmed myself a little, I went somewhere alone, usually to my own room, and played with my cunt and breasts. A few climaxes would mellow me out, as the saying goes.
I needed it today, and I had a pretty sensual blonde to feed that craving. How lucky could I be?
Drawing her mouth away, still caressing my swelling boobs, she whispered. "I adore you this way, Fran!"
"Me too," I giggled. "Let's go in your room and fuck!"
She trembled, stood back, and we picked up our beach gear and my robe. Then we moved quickly into the guest room where her robe came down and her bikini was soon lying on the floor, along with my own panty and halter. We tumbled across the bed.
She rested at my right, in the lead pose and started the pleasure trip. I would not think about that young creep, that lousy thief! We kissed again, and again I went lax and submissive while she caressed my bod.
Her delicate touches along my open thighs, her tongue strokes, her tremors of rising need filled me with gratitude. A smart chick never hurries a sex scene. I'm sure that's why a lot of women go for it. Some men can be so damned hasty and inconsiderate.
Of course, I had only read about that. Arny had always been great! But he was'nt here, and Sandi was, and I felt certain he would not be interested in any bedroom games after the previous evening's excitements.
Sandi's soft fingers reached my eager cunt where she fastened the heel of her hand on my clit zone and rubbed playfully. Delicious! Still kissing, we drifted along in a cozy mood of mounting provocation. She began to squirm her firming little boobs into my much larger tits.
Tingle after tingle soothed my senses, my cunt was leaking juice out on her fingers, and her tiny nipples hardened. Now I sneaked my right hand over to her cunt. Her pretty thighs spread, she angled her mons toward me, and I teased around her slit spike. She whined, her tongue stabbed faster, and finally we had to have some air!
"Damn, this is good!" she purred, halfway on top of me now. "I've been thinking about you ever since we went to the beach. And all of a sudden you decided you wanted some funning."
"My moods change fast," I murmured. I think he was already dead after his head struck the concrete floor, and I kicked him in the nuts again! I was an animal! I'm a murderer!
"Well, just stay in this mood," she giggled, jiggling her palm on my clit again. Oh, the thrills were turning sharper! She realized, as a lot of women do, that direct contact with the clitoris can be painful. It has to be gently manipulated! The softness of inner lips, the kissing sucks of a knowing mouth, are heaven!
"Oh, I will, baby!" I cooed.
At last she slid over between my thighs, and our heated cunts met warmly and slickly. Num, num, nummmy! She hunched and paused. She had a beautiful stroke, a very limber ass. If some women feel that coital thrustings are too animalistic, they're missing oodles of pleasure.
With her pointy boobs rolling across my big tits, she began her fuck. Our cunts seemed glued together! The sugary stings of delight spread enticingly through my bod, my senses. The bed whispered. Her pretty rounded ass, where my hands had wandered, hunched in sensuous cadence.
We both knew we could go off any time no; it was just a matter of playing it along, dragging out, tensing and relaxing, letting the goody nuances feed the feminine hungers. I had not reached this kind of rapport with any girl, not even Helen. We were really in tune!
"Ohhh, I don't want to come too soon!" she gasped, pausing.
"You're doing just right, baby!" I breathed. "Make it last! Our cunts will come off together!"
"Heavvvy!" she whispered, trembling. A few more hunches, another spine-tingling pause. Pussy juice was wetting my whole crotch! I could feel my inner tender labia swelling out to press into hers. This was turning into the best girl-fuck had!
Two vertical mouths kissing and pressing together, two cunts in perfect sync. Amazing! Now she raised her upper body, I tipped my crotch higher, and our cunt-mouths were even more sweetly close. The erotic tension was fantastic!
Slowly, carefully, she inched us toward the tumult of the finish. My little pecker tensed again, my nipples poked high, I felt a sex-flush across my breasts, and I could see hers. I was almost afraid to touch her boobs for fear I'd upset this delicate balance of sheer delight!
"This is the best pussy-fuck I ever had," she panted.
"God! Me, too!"
"I gotta come, honey! Ohhh, sweet damn! Ohhhh! Are you ready, baby?"
"Yesss," I whined, shaking with lust. "Bring the goodies!"
She shuddered, her pretty ass worked carefully, she teased me along to the very brink of completion, and suddenly she pounded her cunt furiously into mine. I felt her pussy-mouth clench, my own tightened wildly, and the hard honeyed throbs of my orgasm drew a shout from my throat.
Her cry of joy came almost with mine, and we bucked and hunched as the heavenly surges of erotic delight tore at my tautened nerves and fed my lusts, again and again!
As she relaxed and settled down on me, her cunt still cuddled warmly and slickly to mine, as the twinges of aftermath bathed my nerves with delicate sensual fingers, she panted against my throat.
"Ohhh, honey, I never had it this good with a woman in my whole life!"
"Same here," I breathed, hugging her tightly. "And it's a little scary."
"Right," she said softly. Then she giggled. "But we can't get emotionally tangled, can we?"
"No! We'd better keep it just fun."
She sighed. "I won't be here long, anyway, damn it!"
Arny could probably find her a job here in Hawaii, rambled through my mind. But do I need this kind of competition? She's nuts about Arny! Younger, prettier...
"True," I answered. "Let's freshen ourselves, huh? I'm a mess!"
She laughed. "We sure leaked out a lot of goody-juice!"
I went around to the bathroom just off the master bedroom, and she used the guest john.
When will they find the body, I wondered. What got into me? After I kicked him in the balls, I could have raced out of there. He was helpless, all doubled over with pain. And I killed him! Ohhhh!
I had just reached the guest room again when the phone rang. It was Arny.
"I'm getting off early today, Cuddles. What would you two lovely sexpots like to do the rest of the day, anyway?"
"Be with you, Stud," I giggled.
"Hey, now! After last night?"
Sandi came over where I sat on the edge of the bed, the receiver in my hand, and started fondling my tits. She stuck her tongue way out and wiggled the tip, then worked it in and out of her puffy lips. She waved her tits at me.
"That would be up to you, honey," I purred. "Are you coming right up?"
He laughed. "I'm getting up! Let's see, it's three now. Make it half an hour. You girls decide on a program. We want to give Sandi a good time while she's our guest."
"Oh, right," I cooed. He knew I was in my cozy receptive mood.
"See you soon then, Baby." The line buzzed. "Have we got time for a quickie?" Sandi giggled.
"Uh, we'd better wait," I said. "Half an hour isn't enough! We should be dressed."
She sighed and patted my tits. "Do you think he can fuck again tonight?"
"Probably, if we don't rush him," I said, fondling her boobs. Our cunts were still expanded. Getting her off again was a tempting idea! But we did need to shower and fix up. Arny liked to eat out, although I'm a damn good cook.
"We can try!" Sandi bubbled. "Maybe if we all got in bed at once... "
"I'm not too sure about that," I said. "I wouldn't trust myself."
She nodded. Arny had told her enough about my emotional imbalance to give her the picture. We kissed and hugged and headed for the bathrooms.
Alone now, I started worrying again. Had anyone noticed me going in that beachside rest room? Had anyone watched me come out? I certainly never care who goes and comes in such a necessary place -- unless I see a big handsome hunk or a very sexy chick.
I'd check the papers tomorrow and try to learn who he was, and if any suspects had been found. I seldom listened to the radio for news of the day.
As a change, I put on a dress, pantyhose and a bra that let my nipples stick out against the frock's bodice. I had prominent tip peaks and Arny liked to look at them. Covered or not. The dress snugged in tightly at the waist, the skirt was not too long and, with the V-top showing my deep cleavage, and my brown hair loose at my shoulders, the vanity mirror said I looked pretty damned sensual.
I reddened my fullish mouth, used a bit of eye shadow, and I was ready to go-go. Actually I have very good full legs and a trim if generous ass. But nobody looks at them. My big forward pointing boobs, like those belonging to a famous country vocalist, were the main show.
Almost all men have a tit fetish. Don't ask me why! You can't fuck 'em, they can be a real nuisance in everyday living. I had trouble buying bras and blouses, dresses. But Arny didn't want me wearing mu-mus. He was proud of me. And that does make a difference.
I'm sure his men friends ask sly questions like: "what's it like to make out with a woman with such big jugs?" Or, "I wish to hell my wife had a pair like that!"
When we were out at a cafe or restaurant, his golfing friends loved to drop by the table and try to peer down inside my blouse. Sometimes at home I wore tight sweaters, but not in public. Too much is too much!
Sandi had finished dressing and was mixing drinks as I came out into the living room. She wore pants, as usual, and a Hawaiian-type blouse, slashed very low in front. No bra. Her tiny firm nipples indented the silky fabric.
Her blonde hair was tied pony-tail, giving her an even younger appearance. She looked and acted very foxy. She had a container of martinis mixed, glasses frosted, when Arny came in the penthouse door.
"What a sight to come home to!" he exulted, drifting over to give me a husbandly hug and a kiss on the cheek. Often, when we are alone, he pats my ass and squeezes my tits, and maybe gives me a good tongue-kiss. A girl does like to be appreciated.
"Just in time," Sandi smiled, handing him a martini. Her glance went right to his crotch, then came up where nice girls are supposed to look. Show me a female who sneaks a glance down at a man's outfit, and I'll show you one who loves to fuck.
Some don't, you know. There are a lot of cold tomatoes in the world. They put out for things they want, like a husband, a house and two cars. In my book it's called whoring.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Well, Arnold, you old son of a gun you!"
We were in the Sandune dining room, Sandi, Arny and I, and the newcomer had just clapped Arny on the shoulder, his pleasant grin continuing on around the table. His eyes focused on me, and I experienced a nice tingle, right in the clit!
"Hey, Cliff!" Arny exclaimed, jumping to his feet. They shook hands busily, grinning back and forth as men friends do. I often envy the camaraderie that men have who get along well. It is different than what women feel toward other women; it seems so genuine and deep rooted.
"Kids!" Arny beamed. "This is Cliff Howard, the best insurance man in the Pacific. Cliff, this is Sandi Lewis, a remote cousin of mine visiting here with us, and my wife, Fran. Sit down, sit down!"
His eyes met mine again and I had another sweet flurry of excitement. Much younger than Arny, dark and tall and not exactly handsome, but he had it. Sandi was obviously interested too. He was a tiger.
The conversation was sparkling. Cliff's home office was in L.A., but he was in Hawaii often. He was not married now. His former wife had left him and gone back home to live with mamma.
"We're going out for a little excitement, Cliff. I hope you can join us. Two chicks and one stud doesn't work out."
"Sandi is unattached," I said.
Cliff chuckled and sank into the chair between Sandi and me. Sandi was pouring on the charm, but as he turned to her his left leg touched mine under the table. I didn't draw my knee away, and even while he was paying attention to Sandi and she was flirting with him, the press of his leg increased, and I pressed back.
I'd never felt this way about a guy in my life. It was a case of instant liking, and he was covering himself so well I didn't believe Arny or Sandi noticed. In the two years Arny and I had been married, I was still meeting people from his past. Which is nice. No one so far had come along like Cliff!
And he wants me! I thought. Me! Younger sexy blondes like Sandi are supposed to appeal to guys like him. It must be my big tits. Much younger than Arny. I bet he's a real wolf in bed!
Later, when the four of us were in the Pago-Pago Club having cocktails, the conversation brightened even more.
"Arny, you clever devil, you didn't tell me you had a fine young wife like Fran."
Arny laughed. "I haven't seen you since, buddy."
"And a foxy blonde cousin, too." Cliff grinned at Sandi. "How do you handle so much choice stuff?"
"It ain't easy," Arny grinned, nudging his buddy.
Everybody laughed.
Finally, there was dancing. After I had a routine go-around with Arny, it was Cliff's turn to take me out on the floor. I knew Arny wanted to dance with Sandi. In the deeply shadowed room, to the accompaniment of soft Hawaiian music, Cliff's arm went around me, our hands met.
A sugary thrill chased up my arm, I actually trembled. How could I feel this way when I loved Arny? My uncertain mental condition, perhaps? We could not really dance without my thrusting tits touching his shirt front, and my nipples began to sting and stiffen!
"Fran," he whispered. "You feel this too, don't you?"
"Y yess... and I'm ashamed of myself."
"Don't be. I'm establishing a branch office here in Honolulu. We can get together." His arm tightened. "I want you, Fran. This could be damn good!"
The lean strength of him, the virile touch of him, was wetting my cunt. Only two years with Arny, and now this!
"Can you remember phone numbers, Fran?"
"Yes, but... "
He gave me the number. I would remember it. Yes, indeed!
"When you can get away, call me. We'll set something up. Okay?"
"Well, I'll think about it, Cliff... "
Two hours later we were up in the penthouse suite, and everybody was just slightly high. Sandi and Cliff were in a corner of the living room, in deep shadow, and her cozy excited giggles said he was enjoying her bod, and she was enjoying his.
I'm jealous! I thought. How can that be? She's younger and prettier, but he told me he wants what I've got. Damn, damn! She can have some strange stuff, and I'll have Arny, and what's so bad about that?
Even the idea of cheating on Arny made me feel awful. But he had already fucked Sandi, with my permission. So why couldn't I get a little "on the side?" Well, I had humped her, too. That was not the same thing, though! What's good for the gander should be good for the goose!
We had a few more drinks apiece, and Sandi and Cliff retired to the guest bedroom. In the master bedroom with Arny, I let him know right away I needed a good fucking. His eyes and manner all said go. Dancing with Sandi had obviously charged his battery.
"I'm glad Sandi has a date," I murmured, sliding my arms around Arny's neck, pushing my breasts against him.
"Yeah," he grinned, his hands sliding down across my ass. "You're very sexy tonight, Cuddles. Going out with another couple is great for the glands!"
"So I noticed," I murmured. I got so hot dancing with Cliff I had wanted to go in the johnnie and masturbate! Do you know what Sandi suggested in the Ladies? That we trade partners for the night!"
His hands stopped moving. "The hell she did... I noticed Cliff does like you... "
"But I don't think I could!" I whispered, urging my tits in closer. "You wouldn't like that, at all!"
He began lifting my dress in back, fondling my pantyhosed ass. I shivered. I hunched at his basket. I was really horny. Dancing with Cliff had certainly lit up my board!
"Couples do swap," he said, nibbling at my throat. "I'd have to think about it."
"Me too!" I breathed. "We have it so good together! And I might do something bad. I might change personalities."
He nodded, a little frown on his forehead...
In the bathroom where I always went to fix up for our bedroom fun, I couldn't keep from listening in, via the vent, as I had before.
"... you horse, you!" came Sandi's excited giggle.
He must be well hung! I thought, trembling. His basket did feel big out on the dance floor. I know I excited him.
"Well, wait till you get it in your nice sexy cunt, Baby," Cliff laughed. Dirty talkers, both of them! I liked it, too! My cunt began to ache! I hurried out of my clothes and slipped into a little carmine-colored nightie that Arny liked. I dabbed on perfume, I even put lipstick on my tender nipples.
"Ohhhh!" came dramatically from the guest room. Sandi's voice. "Hurry up and get that big thing in me, Stud!"
I shuddered, covered the vent, and hurried out to greet Arny. I'd heard enough from those two!
He rested in bed, naked. That grin on his face said it all too clearly: I need a good, long hunk of pussy, baby! His cock was up there already.
I laughed, ran to the bed and straddled him. He laughed softly, realizing I was just as ready for a fuck as he was. Maybe more so! He had my boobs out of the nightie in no time at all, and when I snugged my wet eager cunt to the root of his prick, his grin widened.
"Hey, we'll have to go night-clubbing with another couple more often," he smiled, teasing my stiffened nipples. "You're really turned on, Cuddles!"
"It's you and your nice big cock, Stud!" I purred. And dancing with Cliff, pushing my crotch at his cock-lump!
I wiggled my ass, giving him a little dry fuck. He loved my being on top; he could satisfy his tit-play urges. He was so good with them! I scooted into a familiar pose, so my clit was pressing at the base of his prick, and began to rock my ass.
"Damn!" he breathed, closing his eyes. Was he dreaming about Sandi? He'd been there and she was probably just as good around a cock as she was fucking me. Well, I could do a little fantasizing myself! A few drinks tend to make me reckless, anyway. So I hunched and weaved my shoulders, pushing my tender swollen boobs away out there.
But I couldn't bear not having him up in me! I lifted, aimed my crotch, found his swollen knob with my steaming cunt, and slowly inched it up in my shivering cunt. Ohhh!
A twist of his face, a tensing of his prick, told me how he adored it. He was longer and harder than he'd been the night before. Anticipation can do wonders for a man's glands! As usual, on the dance floor, Sandi had rubbed herself against him. She had not been quite so bold with Cliff.
"I bet they're already fucking," I giggled softly, hunching my trembling vagina.
"Yeah," he muttered, holding my tits firmly. "Damn, your pussy is on fire tonight!"
"It loves your cock, honey!"
As I began my fuck, his eyes closed again. Okay! I closed mine, and for the first time since our marriage I imagined Cliff had his prick up in me. Sandi had said he was a "horse." That wasn't all of it, by far. The chemistry was there. I knew I couldn't turn on with just any stud. So far Arny's "old friends" hadn't appealed to me at all. Not until tonight.
Years before I had used many different men as sex symbols when I had my goodies under my fingers. Mostly the heavies in films and TV movies. After meeting and going out with Arny, he had been the one and only.
The experts say men fantasize a lot, even while humping the wife. I can't speak for most broads, but I certainly had found it entertaining. Nothing unhealthy about it, other experts say. It partially takes the place of not having a harem.
That's the male dream, of course. Have a whole house full of pussy! A man could get up rather often in a situation like that. Like the rooster with a flock of hens or a stallion with a herd of mares. Those old Utah pioneers had plural wives.
Ohhh! A few thrusts ands I was ready, already! My cunt was drooling juice down all over his balls and crotch; my tits were as tight as melons. Listening to the sounds and voices from the guest bedroom had topped off an evening of titillation.
A vision of Cliff swam before my eyes, as I yelled and stroked into my funnn! God! My cunt snapped around his cock. The luscious heaving pounds in my pelvis were extremely thorough. I panted and shook as I bucked on Arny's cock, tasting the stings of joyful relief I had been needing all evening!
"Hey, you're coming real goood, baby!" he breathed.
Yes, because I imagined I was going off around Cliff's prick! I thought guiltily. I cheated, but Arny'l! never know it! I wonder how many times he's dreamed he was fucking some other woman, while he went after me? I'd never know that, either.
"Ohhh, I need a lot more, honey," I breathed, setting my tits down on his chest. "I hope you can hold it a long time!"
"If I can't, I'll give you some head."
"Ohhh, I love it!" I panted.
"But you can stay up there a while," he chuckled. "Drinks slow me down. Have a ball!"
Just then a very faint cry of feminine delight came from the guest room. My "dirty" side suddenly took over. The erotic image of Sandi pumping away on Cliff's cock and blowing her mind was too much! Or maybe he was fucking her. It didn't matter, I was sailing.
"Hold my tits and watch me go off!" I gasped, hunching swiftly. "Ohhhh, my cunt's coming! Don't you dare squirt your wad! Uhhhh! Ohhhh... "
A burst of rotten words came from my lips, filth that I didn't know I had ever heard! I yelled and panted and hunched to my peak! The swift hammering of my come-off nearly took the top of my head away! My cunt was spasming and churning, my clit was pulsing furiously. I was past a multiple, I was having a triple whammy!
I couldn't keep coming indefinitely, however! I finished and sagged down on his chest again, the after-pangs so rich and delicious I could hardly believe them. My entire pelvis was involved. I was still talking gutter talk when finally the rash of obscene expressions ended, and I drifted back to my "nice" self again.
"You almost brought my wad that time, baby," he muttered, cupping my ass-cheecks.
"Ohhh, I'll be a good girl now, honey!" I breathed, lax and soft above him. "Is it fun for you when I turn slutty?"
"Very!" he murmured.
I rested, my pussy continuing to flutter around his cock, sending sweet twinges of relief all through my being. I was sweaty, I was a mess. He didn't object when I lifted up, exposing his puffy knob, all wet and shiny with my come-fluids, and slipped from the bed.
Walking unsteadily into the bathroom, I moved right inside the shower stall. I put a protective cap over my hair, and gave my bod a good perfumed soaping. When I came out, using a thick towel, my cunt was still expanded, my breasts tender.
I uncovered the air vent. Silence. Were they through having their fun already?
Sandi had enjoyed at least one big one, anyway! I had heard her shout.
Wiggling back to join Arny, I saw that his cock was as limp as a rag, and he was sound asleep. I had worn him to a frank. Poor guy. Was he indeed too old for me? Did I want a younger stud, like Cliff Howard?
Was he like me, now -- all satisfied and his partner in slumberland? Or did he still have a hard-on? The thought of his being disappointed with Sandi gave me a warm thrill! I knew I could use more sex, a lot more!
Maybe her afternooner with me had taken too much out of her. Maybe Cliff had popped her so hard she couldn't take any more!
I sighed. Well, next time, tiger!
Trying to sneak a fuck with him now would be too risky. I wanted to be all fresh and bushy-tailed, really eager. I knew I would call him at the first opportunity.
CHAPTER SIX
There is was, at the bottom of page one of the Honolulu Messenger.
PRISON ESCAPEE FOUND DEAD IN PUBLIC LATRINE
I trembled and placed the paper down because Sandi was watching me across the breakfast table, and she seemed to detect something wrong.
A criminal, I thought. Maybe I did Society a favor! He looked so young. Well, the story says he was eighteen, facing a life sentence for a triple murder a year earlier right here in Honolulu!
"What's the matter, honey?" Sandi asked.
"Nothing. So much violence these days... "
"Right. I don't feel violent today, believe me! That Cliff Howard is an animal! I never saw such a cock!"
I put my coffee cup down before I spilled it. The time was just past noon; we had both slept very late. And she was not flirting with me. Cliff had evidently taken it out of her!
Evidently he hadn't slept over. He had departed very early or very late, depending on how you look at it. Arny had gotten up in time to go to work. I was rather pooped myself.
"He really put it to you, huh?" I laughed. I'd love to see his cock! I bet I could take it and come back for more!
"God!" Sandi sighed. "I went off real hard four times, and I damn near passed out. I did go to sleep."
"Don't you wish he'd been there this morning?" I teased. "A nice relaxed early wake-up fuck can be wonderful!"
"No! My pussy is still sore!"
I laughed. "Sandi has met her match."
She shook her head. "I don't want another date with him."
Good! I thought. I certainly do! When she leaves for home I'll call Cliff! I know I shouldn't, but...
"Arny is more my type, Fran. But I won't be worth a damn for at least two whole days!"
"A sex vacation will be good for us both," I said.
She nodded. She had more coffee and took the newspaper, glancing across the front page. She turned to Dear Tabby and the horoscope. I heaved a big sigh of relief, but the same questions haunted me. Had anyone noticed me leaving the rest room? He had not been found until nearly an hour after Sandi and I had left the beach.
I had heard the police in Honolulu were very good. The usual thing had been stated by the chief. "The investigation is continuing." Why worry about a son of a bitch like him? But the law was the law. The crime had to be looked into. He had not gotten away with murder. Should I?
"You're sure nervous today," Sandi commented, glancing up from the paper. "Arny give you more than you needed, too?"
I didn't get enough, I wanted to shout, but I just smiled. "He was his usual efficient self, honey."
"Heavy! You're a very lucky person, Fran... "
Arny and I sat in the lounge at the Honolulu airport, having a cocktail. We had just seen Sandi off, and my husband and I were rather quiet. Three days had passed since the big party at the penthouse. I had shown Sandi around the island of Oahu and several others, important landmarks. She had started her period, which ended any further sex for her. Some broads get a little bitchy then, and she had.
"Glad to see her leave?" Arny asked slyly.
"Frankly, yes."
He grinned. "She's not in it with you, Cuddles."
"We both had our fun with her, though."
"I think she liked you better than me."
I looked away. I'd never been proud of my lesbian tendencies. Some men take a very dim view of a wife having her jollies that way.
"Hey, it's okay!" he reassured me, and the gleam in his eyes said that tonight at home might be highly interesting. We were just finishing our drinks when I was surprised to see Lana Wong, my hairdresser. Speaking of girls who wanted to fuck me, here was another one.
"Lana!" I said brightly. "Come over and meet my husband."
She smiled and moved daintily nearer. "Arny, this is Lana. She's the one who keeps my hair looking right. Sit down and have a drink with us."
She looked at Arny and then at me and giggled, slipping into a chair at the small round table. If I never mentioned it before, she's a doll of a cutie, a mix of Island ancestries that turned out beautifully. Only her name had a Chinese sound. Dark, slightly plump, and about five-two.
"Well, I'm pleased," Arny grinned, signaling the waitress over. And he was. She wore a colorful halter atop shorts, and her brown skin was a delight to contemplate.
"I just saw a girlfriend off on a plane," Lana purred. "This is real nice of you two!"
We chatted along, and I could see Arny's interest growing. Lana was giving him a little flirt, as girls her age often do with men, married or not. I had her pegged at about twenty-two, but it's very hard to tell with Islanders.
When she suggested we visit the Ladies, I was starting to have an idea. And evidently she was too! We primped a little, doing what girls do in a john, and when we were alone, she touched my arm and murmured.
"God, you never told me he was so sexy, Fran! I know you are! And you know how I feel about you, don't you?"
"Well, yes," I said, reaching down to pat her pretty rounded ass. "I've been thinking about making a date for a long time. I bet you're good."
"I've been told that," she giggled. "Would you two like to take me to your home and have fun with me?"
I felt a shock. "Are you drunk or high on something?"
"No!" she breathed. "I hardly touched my drink. I think you husband wants to fuck me, too."
I laughed. "We've never done that, shared a girl." Liar! We both had a slice of Sandi's cunt, but not in a threesome thing!
"You haven't?" she asked, as if talking about something much less provocative. Like the weather!
"Honest! I don't know whether I could... do it," I hedged.
"I can make it real nice for both of you," she giggled. "I usually don't like men too much, but your man really turns me on. Couldn't you tell?"
I laughed. "I could see it, all right. Listen, let me talk to him. He has the rest of the day off, and I guess you're free, too."
She nodded. "I'll stay in here a few minutes, Fran. Then I'll come out and see what you two say"
I trembled. She snuggled in against me, hunching her crotch at my cunt-mound. "I've been wanting this for months!"
"You little fox, you!"
She giggled softly, writhing her tongue between her rosebud lips. She winked, giving me another hip thrust. The door began to open, and she drew away quickly. I walked out, my clit tingling.
Before I even sat down Arny could see I was excited. He looked at me searchingly. I sat and took a deep breath.
"Honey, she wants to have a party -- with both of us!"
He stared at me. "Just like that? Have you... had any of it, baby?"
"No, honest!" I said. "I knew she was interested... I just never set anything up!"
The big sly cat grin came out on his face. "Sure, if it's okay with you. A few guys I know have tried it. They say it's a real blast! These Island girls are hot."
"Would things be the same... for us, honey?"
"Hell, yes!" he chuckled.
"Well... oh, here she comes now."
Lana twitched over and slid her cute little ass down into the chair, her dark eyes glancing from me to Arny and back again. Arny winked, and she burst out giggling. If she blushed I certainly couldn't see it. My cheeks were warm. And my clit was coming up!
Island girls, I was learning, accepted sex as a good, clean natural thing, which it really is, and enjoy it. Somehow we newcomers are bothered by too many inhibitions, codes and rules, too many "don'ts" Not that they're evil or do not form lasting commitments. They hang loose, they let things happen. Single girls have fun. They know how.
"Well, let's drink up and think about amusements," Arny chuckled. "Lana, you have definitely made our day!"
"Oh, I'm so happy!" she bubbled. "I'm getting some real spicy vibes!"
We all laughed.
"Oh, what a gorgeous place!" Lana exclaimed, gazing around the penthouse living room. "Just being here makes me feel sexy!"
"Well, you set it up, pretty face," Arny grinned. "Another drink, Lana?"
"No, I hardly ever touch it. You two go ahead."
I already knew, in my own case, that liquor dulls my conscience, as it had when Arny had gone in and given Sandi a good fucking. And at the next party, too. Lana didn't need it. What was so wrong about screwing people you liked, anyway?
"I'll pass," I said to Arny, wondering which one of us should start the action. Lana settled that for the time being by wiggling over in front of me and offering her small full mouth, her cute pointy tits straining at her halter.
Arny watched with high interest. I have to admit I was flustered, enjoying it, but hesitant. Maybe I did need another cocktail! Would we do a lezzie thing in front of him, already?
Shivering, I slid my arms around her tiny waist and we kissed. Her little tongue snaked into my mouth, stabbing. I wore pants and blouse, as usual. Her arms crawled across my shoulders, her pussy-mound pushed boldly into mine; she hunched and her tongue whipped inside my mouth!
It was good! The feel of her, the press of her pointy tits into my big ones, the way her lips fastened to mine, sent sharp tremors up and down my bod. My clit tensed delectably! Arny was having another drink. I hoped he wouldn't take too many and go limp on us!
I already knew, from reading, that men liked to watch two girls make out. Arny's pants were bulging, his eyes gleamed. Yes! He was getting a very big hard-on. Not having had any in several days was working in our favor, too. I'd gone into a "very nice" phase and I had slept two nights in the other guest bedroom. But I was howling for it now!
That awful scene in the rest room near the beach came and went, depending on which "person" I was at the time. Now I could think of only two things -- fucking and coming! And pleasing my husband! I had not called Cliff. Maybe he would be too much of an animal for me, also!
And outright cheating still bugged me. I didn't want to go back home to dull staid Creston and work in that damned library again. And live at home with Mom. Oh, maybe it wouldn't be that bad -- I had learned how to dress attractively, I could land some kind of stud. I would still have my big tits!
But how many broads can catch a real tiger at the age of thirty-two? Some old duffer who couldn't get it up more than twice a month? Ughhh! And I did care for Arny; he had broken me in and taught me how to skin a cock, his cock!
But I loved what Lana was doing to me! Nnnn!
She finally eased away and giggled. "You're blushing, Fran!"
Arny laughed, sipping his drink. "I like it, girls, go after it!"
"Goody!" Lana gurgled. "We ought to take our clothes off, though. In the bedroom, or here?"
"Ah, hell, out here," Arny chuckled. "We can always fuck in the bedroom?' Lana giggled, stood back and unfastened her halter. As the clinging fabric dripped and I saw her neat high pointy titties, a surge of lust ran through me. I got out of my blouse. Lana stared at my tits and gasped.
"No bra!"
"You could tell that," I laughed, waving them at her.
"Oh, I thought you had one of those support things, so the nipples would look natural under your blouse. Those are fabulous, honey!"
"They turn me on," Arny chuckled.
Lana smiled at him, turned back to me and lowered her shorts. Her bikini panties were very mini, and her dark cunt-hair showed through the thin lacy hold. Her pussy looked swollen already. A wave of fresh lilac girl-aroma touched my nostrils. I shuddered. On the drive in from the airport she had sat between us, and she had flirted outrageously with both Arny and me.
So bright and cheerful, happy as a child. I was still fighting with myself about the newness of this situation, the thought of actually fucking a girl right in front of him. And then, seeing his prick go in her pussy... Oh, damn!
I would probably slip back into my rotten, filthy self. And why did I equate sex pleasure with dirtiness? It went back, Dr. Swenson said, to my early years, when sex had been terribly awful, and my masturbation seemed like a crime against nature. I'd felt so guilty about it, ashamed of my natural desires.
For Lana it was a normal, happy excitement, to be enjoyed to the full. Sometimes it was that way with Arny, almost. Could I ever have such a pleasant outlook about sex? I hoped so!
Time for me to show my cunt. I slid my pants down, showing off my sheer red panties. A line of wetness along my cunt slit revealed how stimulated I was. And my nipples were turning hard, wanting to be caressed. I left my heels on. I giggled and weaved my ass, drawing my shoulders back to give my thrusty tits a sharper outline.
"Ohhh!" Lana exclaimed.
What I had anticipated was happening. I could not be nice and dirty at the same time. I was into my filth routine in seconds. I bucked my hips back and forth, spread my thighs and arched my moistened tingling cunt right at Lana.
"I hope you like to eat pussy," I breathed. Lana looked at me, a bit startled. "You're... different now."
"Yes, baby! Sometimes I go apeshit. I love to dirty it up! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I want to fuck your pretty little cunt!"
Lana burst out giggling. "This will be more fun than I thought. Get undressed, big man, we're going to ball it!"
"Yeahhh!" he said, unbuttoning his sport shirt.
I moved up to Lana and gripped her, lowering her to the very thick carpet. She gasped and giggled. I fastened my pantied cunt to hers and began thrusting, barnyard words spewing from my lips.
Lana appeared not to care at all. She was involved in feelings, not words. Her pretty face twisted with delight as her legs drew far back and she tipped her cunt up for my bouncing twat.
"Strain your come through your panty," I gasped, fucking even faster. "I want to feel you go off, pussy!"
She whined and pushed her sharply pointed tits up at mine. I pillowed my jugs on hers, and I hunched with eager hard thrusts. The fun was starting! I felt her shudder of increased delight, I stopped bleating words and concentrated on sensations, just as she was. Why say anything?
I jiggled up to it and waited! She nodded, her eyes closed, her features taut. Her tremors of enjoyment made mine all the sweeter. She didn't want to rush the goodies, either. Get more out of it, dally and delay and tease.
We grooved. I was in tune with her in a way I hadn't been with Sandi. Her faint whimpers of delight, as I jiggled close to the orgasm again, fed a deep core of need inside me. This sweet little bunny understood, she was letting me draw the thrills. What had started as a furious drive to the finish was becoming a prolonged and most delicious fuck.
I didn't want to look at Arny. I was past shame and guilt. I was into my sex pleasure thing, and all my senses were aimed at that. Nuance after nuance of sugary twinges. Ohhh, it was far out! Three days of waiting for goodies is a long time for me. My own damn fault for slipping into my cold pose. Not even sleeping with Arny.
Sandi had been riding her monthly saddle, so she was not able to slip in and fuck him. Some do during that time, but most don't. Of course I often masturbate then. It comes really goooood! It takes away some of the cramps and discomforts, too. A whole week without my jollies is too long. Way, way too long.
Ohhh, now the fun was starting to happen! I had dragged it out as far as I could. Lana knew it and she arched her slippery cunt even higher. Her fingers dug at my waist, her nipples hardened against my big tits, and a low growl of feminine delight burst from her throat!
I pounded her cunt. I bucked and whimpered and felt the searing erotic throbs of my clit! Oh, my inner cunt was responding, too! Not the way it does on a prick, but this was damned fine. The honey-pounds raked my loins, my legs, my ass and tits! I felt her coming, too. She had a big one, a really big one!
Even through the double silky layers of our panties, I was aware of her cunt-mound writhing. Her cute ass jiggled up swiftly for the finish, for the dreamy afterglow thrills. We rested, panting and momentarily spent. I drifted along in a thrall of comforting shivers.
"Great, great!" Arny exclaimed.
I had almost forgotten about him! Some wife I was. Lusting on the floor with a sexy little Island chick, humping before we even had our panties removed!
"Oh, you're wonderful," Lana whispered in my ear. "You are about the best pussy I ever had."
"Love your sexy little cunt, baby!"
She giggled. "Maybe we'd better give Arny a little, huh?"
"I hate to move," I complained.
"I know, but we want some cock, too! I know I do!"
I sighed and rolled away. I saw Arny then and giggled. He lay on his back, naked, a sofa cushion beneath his head, his prick slanted high over her belly.
"You want a carpet burn on your ass, too, huh?" I laughed.
"All I want is one of you two turned-on pussies to get over here and top my cock. How about it?"
"It looks tremendous, honey," I giggled, rising at last. I slid my soppy-crotched panty down from my ass onto the floor and then tossed it behind a sofa. My cunt was puffed out to reveal the pink wet inner labia. A fever of lust enveloped me. My tits were hard and expanded, my nipples at full tumescence.
Lana stood waiting, her cunt now naked too. It was thinly bushed, and her labia looked like mine, all pooched out, leaky with girl-come wetness. Her black eyes glistened; her cute nipples were as stiff as mine.
"Honey, you first!" I said.
"Ohhh, you sweet thing, you," she breathed. She glided over and crawled above Arny, and it was all too clear that his hard-on was for new cunt, not the usual one.
Don't turn vicious, I told myself. Don't spoil this for my big stud! He needs a fresh new cunt once in a while. Lana has opened up all kinds of new ideas about how Arny and I can keep the honeymoon going! Two years, and it starts fading. I don't want that! I want him happy!
But when I see his cock oozing up in her, what will I do?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lana didn't waste any time fitting her cunt-mouth around Arny's tumid cock.
I sat directly behind her, and the view of her labia stretching to accommodate his glans, the quiver of her ass as she came slowly down, taking every inch of his meat, gave me a flood of sensations I could hardly comprehend! I didn't hate her, as I had expected! I was envious, but I adored her for being there to enrich his pleasure.
I wouldn't want to watch Sandi do that! I thought, shaking with need. Somehow, with Lana, it's okay. I don't know why, but maybe I'd rather have him enjoy some new cunt I approved of!
Hadn't I read somewhere about the top woman in a plural household making the choices for the main man? She decided who he fucked. Whether or not the lead woman watched or joined in I had no idea, but the selection made sense.
"Damn!" Arny gasped, his hips lifting. I could barely see his balls, now. Her pretty light-brown ass had taken over, his crotch was now hers.
I crawled around so I could see better. He was hardly aware of me; he seemed totally involved in cupping her firm peaked tits and the fit of his cock up in her pussy. She rested there, her face showing strain. Maybe nine inches was too much for her.
Go ahead and fuck him! I wanted to yell. Bounce around, give him some action! Pump it!
Then I began to realize that she planned to stay there awhile, letting her inner cunt clasp and tighten. Arny's expression told me he loved it. Whatever she was doing with her vaginal muscles was thrilling the hell out of him!
I knew I had read about this. One Polynesian native custom was to join the guy and girl, with the girl on top, while their friends gathered around to watch. They didn't dare move their hips. If the girl could come off without any thrusting movements, they were engaged. If she couldn't, she would try some other youth.
I had trouble imagining myself doing that. The only time my inner cunt tightened was during an orgasm. Island girls evidently practiced this kind of erotic play to give their chosen man a whole bundle of pleasures.
How I envied her! How long would it take? Could she really go off this way?
Arny knew the Orient quite well, and he had told me that the main objective in sex was to thoroughly satisfy the female. Men had their limitations. A sensual girl could climax time after time, and the man gained most of his enjoyment from watching and feeling the girl have her fun.
He certainly did that with me. That was one of the big reasons I was so crazy about him. He popped my fun-gun until I was limp with joy. He kept me purring and satisfied -- unless I changed moods and forced him to sleep alone.
When my bad week rolled around, he rested.
I had a lot to learn; I could see that clearly now. How did a woman go about "educating" her cunt?
"Ohhh!" Lana gasped, her pretty face twisting. Her soft brown thighs trembled, her breasts jiggled in his hands, her belly muscles fluttered. Her whole body began to shake. Suddenly her figure went taut, her head swung far back... and a shrill cry of triumph broke from her lips!
Now she began to fuck. Her agile hips flew, and her whimpers of ecstasy made my clit tense and quiver! Arny was not making it. He had held his shot! Finally Lana stopped, sank down on him, her hips quiet once more, but it was vividly apparent that her inner cunt was doing its thing again.
"Oh, oh, ohhh!" she gasped, pressing her tits at his chest, finding his mouth with hers, and I saw her tongue stabbing in and out of his mouth, while his handhold on her ass slowly relaxed. Lana softened, breathing hard.
They stopped kissing. Lana looked over at me and giggled.
"He's some man, honey. He didn't squirt!"
"Oh, he's good at holding back!" I exclaimed, my cunt so hot it seemed to be aflame.
"And this is fine pussy, Lana!" he grinned.
"I thought you'd like it!" she giggled. She lifted away, his still-hard prick emerged, wet with cunt juice, and she sank down on her back at his right.
"Oh, Arny!" I cried. "If I topped you my way, would you go off?"
"Uh... probably, Cuddles, but let me rest, huh?"
"But... I'm burning up," I breathed.
Lana sat up, smiling. "Let's all go into your bedroom, should we? It'll be more fun there!" She winked at me. "I'll see that you have your goodies, honey!"
I was able to control myself until we were in the master bedroom. Arny slumped into a chair, and Lana and I went into the johnnie. After we had freshened ourselves, Lana came up to hug me. Her pussy fit warmly against mine.
"Fran, this is such fun with you two!"
"Oh, it sure is," I breathed, clutching at her sweet well-contoured ass. "I don't feel jealous or anything bad!"
"Good. The first time I did your hair I told myself `I want to have lots of fun with her! I think you knew it, too."
"Yes," I giggled. "But I didn't think I could do this -- with Arny!" I urged my tits into hers, trembling. "I wish I could sit on his cock that way, and come!"
"It takes practice, honey," she murmured. "My mother told me how... Look, I'll talk to you about it later. Let's go out there and have a good time!"
I let go of her and we moved out into the bedroom. Arny grinned, his cock at half-mast. Seeing us, he began to get big. Lana's presence was giving him a hell of a charge. And it was firing my furnace, too.
"I think you need more sexing, Fran," Lana giggled.
"Oh, I sure do!"
"Let's get on the bed and I'll fuck you, this time," the pretty Wahine purred.
I spread myself out so fast that Arny and Lana both laughed. Her good nature was so infectious! This was not "wrong" in her eyes; she was giving pleasure and receiving it. What a delightful young creature!
She slid over between my opened thighs, and I settled myself comfortably.
With her cute swollen pussy snuggled against my achy cunt, her sharp tit cones pressing down on my breasts, she began to fuck. I began to realize how a lesbian fuck should be. Slowly, with tantalizing little hunches, she played me toward the peak of sensation.
We couldn't mouth-kiss, she was too tiny, but as she picked up the tempo, she lifted her upper body, her hips began to curl down and in and she could kiss my breasts. Ohhh, she was proficient! My nipples had never been sucked and tended to any better! They were alive to her lips and tongue.
I could feel her prominent clitoris touching mine, then easing slickly away, while she paused to rest, while the dreamy thrills chased through my bod. Ohhh, she was drawing the fun out, way out! A few quick thrusts, then a thrilling rotary movement, then a titillating pause. Our cunts were drooling.
Arny seemed content to watch, enjoying the view. I had a sneaking little suspicion that he had been in situations like this before; he had lived in the Islands for at least ten years, long before he had known I even existed.
But he hadn't married an Asian, he had spotted me, and that had been that. He never talked about his former wife or previous lovers. I'm sure he'd had his share! Tall, dark, smooth and good looking. Why did I want to fuck Cliff Howard?
For the same reason he had gone after Sandi and Lana -- a change of pussy. I should at least feel one strange cock!
I was sure that Lana was good for my particular kind of neurosis, too. I would ask the doctor on my next visit. He had lived in Hawaii a long time. But could I ever tell the doctor about that other thing?
God! I wouldn't face that question now. I was having too much fun!
Yesss! And I was starting to come! Lana had made it last at least fifteen minutes, and my nerves shouted for release! Now her little cute ass moved faster, her clit jiggled on my clit with more vigor. I felt the sugary first twinges of my orgasm, and then her sexy little ass simply flew!
I'd had some beautiful hard climaxes in my life, alone or with another female, but this one was the sweetest! My left nipple in her cloying lips went as hard as flint, my girlie cock throbbed as it never had before, and when I felt her going off with me, I had to shout my delight!
Ohhh! My cunt mouth clasped with furious delectable quickness, my ass bucked upward, the lights in the bedroom seemed to dim, and her cry of release joined mine. Her little clit-spike pulsed against mine, and I was coming off again!
I'd never had a multiple with another girl! I had needed pumping cock for that special treat. But this sexy little pussy was drawing another climax from my crotch and cunt! I shouted again! I held her soft vibrant body and panted my delight. I missed the feel of prick, but not all that much.
After all, I'd had my fun with my clitoris alone for about twenty years. Cock was a comparatively new sensation for me. It was the best, natch, but ohhh, this was next best!
"Uhhh, ohhh!" I gasped, my thighs dropping, my tits heaving as the sugary aftermath flooded my entire body.
"Goody, goody!" Lana breathed. "You come so nice!"
"I love to feel you come, honey," I panted. "And I like to watch both of you come," Arny laughed.
Lana giggled, lifted away and sank over on her back at my left. She looked at Arny.
"Is the big stud ready for some good hot pussy?" she tittered. "Two of them ready and willing and able!"
His laugh was delightful. What man wouldn't be pleased? "I think I want to do a little nibbling first."
"Love it," Lana gurgled, spreading her silky brown thighs.
"Me too!" I exclaimed, pushing my swollen cunt upward.
Arny was big and hard again. He crawled on the bed, winked at me, and chose me first! On his knees and elbows, he slid his hands beneath my ass, his head lowered, and his lips touched my tender, dilated cunt. Lana half-turned and watched.
As usual he sipped my juice, burrowing between my labia, giving me a wonderful feeling of being his very special pussy. Ohhh, the tingles that ran across my loins and up to my tits! My hands went to them, and I started fondling, especially around the tumid nipples. Sheer delight!
When his lips finally spread my flesh and settled on my stinging clit I was almost ready! He toyed and teased it, his hands kneading my ass-flesh. He coaxed even more thrills from my achy cunt. I whimpered and my hips curled, my tits peaked very high... and he did what I wanted more than anything!
His hands drew away from my ass, he thrust forward and deftly stroked his big hot cock into my quivering cuntal deeps. I hit it! Ohhh, my cunt clutched at his cock, my loins churned, the voluptuous heaving and spasming of my inner pelvis rocked me into fun-land! I shouted!
This is so damned good I can't believe it, I thought, dizzily. I'm climaxing again! I'm going out of my mind! I don't see how sex could possibly be any better than this! And all it took was having Lana here, inspiring us, building our joys, giving us a bundle of extra thrills!
He settled down on my shivering body, my thighs wound across his ass, my tits pillowing his chest. He didn't stroke. He knew he'd probably go off if he did, and that he intended to delay as long as possible.
"Damn goood!" he whispered.
"Ohhh, I went ape!" I breathed, hugging him.
"You're very clever, Arny," Lana cooed, reaching over to caress his ass.
I didn't object; I wanted her to enjoy him! She had certainly earned a good time with him.
"You should give Lana her goodies now, Stud," I giggled.
"Right," he said, lifting up carefully. His prick came out of me, and both Lana and I enjoyed the view of his rigid prick, the skin peeled back, the wet dark-blue knob fully swollen. I realized he had barely held his spurt.
He slid over and settled between Lana's pretty light-brown thighs. She giggled, tipping her very wet and puffy cunt up for his mouth. Again he sipped pussy juice. He loved it! I was content to watch now. I'd had all the goodies I could handle, for awhile!
I thought about joining in, but Lana didn't invite me. After all, this was her turn. Her pleased expression, the flutter of her belly, her little whine of delight, told me how she went for this. Her hands on her tits were active, she had a provocative way of tipping her crotch very high, so he could eat it better. Ohhh, what a vision!
I sat in the chair where Arny had rested, thighs sprawled, my tits pushed out, full and tight. I had used a towel on my puffy cunt, but it was leaking more wetness. I felt so comfortable. With Sandi, there had been doubts, envies, a feeling of dirtiness. Lana was with it, she was making the evening just exotic.
Arny enjoyed the dainty pussy even longer than he had mine. She had climaxed three times already! She seemed able to come and come and keep on coming! The kick of her legs, the heave of her tits, the expression of rapture on her pretty face when she had her good stuff -- it was a scene I wouldn't have missed for the world.
At last, though, he came forward and bladed his rigid cock into her swollen cunt. I knew he was going to squirt! He had been masterful with his control; he deserved to gush his load into a new fresh pussy!
Lana whined, her thighs angled far back. He stroked slowly at first and then gradually quickened his pace. I knew when he had reached the point of no return. His back arched, his nuts tautened at the root of his cock, he groaned fiercely, and just as he went into his short bull hunches, Lana shouted again.
Her entire body shook, her ass bobbed up and down, her face twisted with thrall, and I knew her cunt was clasping and spasming around his driving spurting cock. She wailed again, her fingers dug at his shoulders, and he slumped down on her bod, gasping and shaking.
How awful it was that a man his age could enjoy this peak of feeling only just now and then -- unless he turned into a pig and exhausted his energies every time he slipped his cock in. But he knew how to fuck, how to please me. Oh, I was even crazier about him than I'd ever been before!
He and Lana rested limply, breathing hard, momentarily spent. Finally she glanced over at me, past his shoulder, and giggled.
"I couldn't resist drawing his load, honey!"
"Oh, I wanted you to!" I exclaimed.
"Man, oh man," Arny muttered, finally rolling away at Lana's left, his cock shrinking. The cream of his passion was all over his outfit. Lana giggled, handing him a towel.
"You did very well, big man!" Lana gurgled. She had located another towel and very gently sopped up her share of his come-load. The rich aroma of it drifted to my nostrils. I sighed. I'd had it for one evening. Or was it afternoon? Who cared!
Lana crawled from the bed, and we both wiggled into the bathroom. As the door closed, she rolled her eyes and patted my ass.
"Things are so wonderful with you two," she whispered. "I hope we can do this again!"
"Oh, hell yes!" I exclaimed. "In a day or two I'll be all rested up and ready for more!"
"I won't be horny for a few days myself," she smiled.
I hugged her. She hugged me back, our mouths met warmly. Such a nice consoling kiss! We fondled each other, enjoying the last of our closeness. I knew she would be back, soon. I knew where to call her.
For just hours I had forgotten all about that escaped prisoner, and what I'd done to him. What would I do?
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Do you want to fuck some new pussy?" is what I should have said into the phone, but being a nice girl, I didn't!
"This is Fran Hood," is what I actually breathed, and I had just called Cliff Howard's number.
"Be damned," he said in that deep sexy voice I remembered so vividly. "So you are interested."
"Arny went to a convention in San Francisco," I murmured, tingling all over. "No wives."
He chuckled. "I know about those kind of conventions. Girls and booze and special entertainment. Could we meet someplace, Fran? I doubt if I should be showing up at your penthouse."
"You're right," I said, trembling.
"I know just the place," he murmured, almost casually, as if he'd done this dozens of times. "Tonight?"
"Y-yess."
"Be in back of the Sandune at eight. I'll pick you up." His voice had an eager sound. New cock, I kept saying to myself. New cock! I need it! I haven't had a fuck in a whole week.
"Okay," is what I answered. And the minute I dropped the receiver I was nearly ready to call him back and say no. I had debated the question with myself all day -- ever since Arny had taken a cab to the airport.
It was my own fault I hadn't had a fuck recently. I went into a ridiculous frigid phase right after the all-out party with Lana. I had even turned down a date with her. She had offered to come by some afternoon and tell me how to activate my inner vagina with certain exercises, and I'd put her off.
Arny said I was good humping. Wasn't that enough?
What I'd done to that prison escapee was bothering me, more than ever. I'd learned from the papers that his name had been Honan Mau. So young! And so dead...
"You look fabulous," Cliff Howard said, as I settled back in the seat of his luxury car. I wore a frock that would be suitable for night club wear, my sheerest pantyhose, heels and a light sweater around my shoulders. The dress had been designed to accentuate my big tits, and it certainly did that!
He was dressed casually. The vibrations from across. the front seat made my clit quiver! How would it be to make out with a man only four or so years my senior? I was nervous, believe it! In true Island tradition, Arny didn't feel that having sex with another female was infidelity. But this was. This was the big lie. And in my unstable emotional condition, was I being smart?
An itchy cunt, like a hard cock, has no conscience. Give most girls an opportunity, a big handsome stud on the make, a good assurance that hubby won't ever hear about it and you've got all the ingredients for a little fun on the side.
"I don't think we should show up in public," I said, gripping my handbag very tightly.
"My place, then huh?"
I nodded. Did he know that sometimes I flipped out, changed personalities? I'd understood from Arny that he had explained my problem to his old buddy.
His pad was in an area of Honolulu I'd never seem -- very exclusive, big homes all around, a distant view of Diamond Head. It looked like a duplex once you were inside, but it had the works. The living area was more like a rec room, with a complete bar setup and space for dancing. Two lavish bedrooms and three johns. A kitchen about the size of a small bathroom. It looked almost brand new.
He did a lot of entertaining. If they make money, insurance men are top salesmen, and Arny had said Cliff was one of the top ten on the Coast and in Hawaii. He sold mostly to very rich bastards with yachts and homes that cost a million or more -- movie stars, big-league baseball personalities, pro football hunks.
I was very flattered to be here! Sometimes a big pair of high-riding tits can take a broad a long way!
"Well, how do you like it, Fran?" he smiled, after the brief tour.
"Considering all the bedroom mirrors I'd say it's a girl trap," I giggled.
He laughed. He had barely touched me, which I appreciated. He had suggested a swim in the big heated pool out back, but I had shaken my head. So he went behind the bar and mixed a big pitcher of martinis.
The myth about martinis making a female more ready for sex than any other mixture is pure bullshit, but they do have a kick. And the soft native music playing in the background helped, too. I chose a sofa, crossed my legs.
He noticed, but he didn't leer. He brought over our frosted glasses, then dimmed the lights a bit. We sat, sipping, and getting used to the idea of my being there.
"I've never done this before," I said, trembling.
"I guessed it,' Fran. Damn it, I hate to take advantage of an old buddy... But, of course, the choice is always made by the lady."
"I don't think I'm a `lady' tonight... Hell, let's stop talking and do something! I might back out."
He smiled. We finished our cocktails, and he took the glasses back to the bar, returned to the sofa, easing down at my right. Where we had danced that other time, there had been a certain delicious familiarity between us, but now when his arm slipped across my shoulders and I leaned in, trembling, it was all new!
As I lifted my mouth for a kiss, he took my lips gently, just the tip of his tongue flirting between them. His right hand lifted to my daring bodice. Ohhhh! He didn't grope inside at first. He tested the resiliency of my tender already-swelling breasts, toying with my stiffening nipples through the thin fabric that separated my flesh from his fondling fingers.
Slowly his tongue invaded my eager mouth. I sighed, softened and opened wide for him. His tremor told him how excited he was -- that plus the swell of his cock inside his expensive pants. What Sandi had said about him shot vividly through my mind. A real horse. Ohhh!
As he began nibbling my lower lip, his fingers at last traveled excitingly in on my bare tit-flesh. I shivered, pushing my boobs out, savoring the feel and aroma of a new handsome stud. God! I loved it! My pussy was turning wet and hot!
I was borderlining between nice, soft and nice, and turning slutty. I really didn't want to go ape and start mouthing profanity and fuck words. I would hold my tongue, somehow, but if I did lose control of my emotions he would get a wild piece of ass indeed!
I had not turned vicious since that awful few moments in the public latrine, where I had murdered... Maybe the act had forced the "bad" side of me into retirement. How could I talk it over with my shrink? Admit I'd killed someone? No way.
"Damn," he breathed into my puffing lips.
"What a pair, huh?" I giggled.
"God, you're exciting, Fran! Yes, that's just what I was about to say. You're a damn special girl in every way!"
"Uhhh. Did Arny tell you I sometimes change moods?"
"Yes... No matter what, he's a damn lucky devil!"
"You haven't had me in bed, yet," I teased, reaching for his cock-lump.
He trembled, his dark eyes seeming to flame as he lifted my tits out of the decolletage and caressed them as if they were made of diamonds. My nipples came way out, expanding and stinging. I touched his basket, feeling the thickness of his cock, and a wild shiver possessed my senses. Ohhh, he was hung!
As he toyed skilfully with my tumid tit-peaks, as he took my eager waiting lips again, I whined and my hips curled upward, my thighs opened. His tremor communicated to my clit! I was dying for it! I reached for the fastener on his zipper.
His mouth lifted. "Let's get the hell in the bedroom!"
"Yes, Stud! I need a goooood fuck!"
He stood, drawing me upward.
I could see the surprise on his face, but he accepted it and he had no trouble leading me into the nearest lush boudoir where a dim light came on. I had my frock over my head in seconds, and my pantyhose was off my ass and legs in only a few more seconds. I bounced onto the bed, sprawling out, arching my moistened cunt right up at him.
I was into my bitchy phase. All the way!
He got tangled in his pants and nearly fell to the floor!
"Some pussy chaser you are," I giggled. "Can't learn to undress!"
He swore under his breath, finally was naked, and the sight of his big, bare rigid cock sent shudders clear through me.
"God, what a cock!" I gasped.
His eyes flared, he sank down at my right, and my right hand shot out to his huge prick. It looked a foot long! It was so thick I knew it would stretch my cunt as it had never been stretched before. Sandi had not lied about his cock.
As I teased my eager pinkies up and down his massive prick, breathing in his different but provocative male scent, he found my cunt with his right hand and a stinging nipple with his mouth.
"Uhhh!" I breathed, hunching upon his fingers. "Ohhh, make me come, Stud. Get me offff!"
He trembled, he sucked and his longest digit stroked juicily into my shivery cunt. My nipple hardened, my clit erected, my pussy began to clench his finger, and I went over the hill. Wham, barn, Sam! I yelled and upfucked on his fingers.
The nuances were not the best I'd had, but they were close. I wait a whole week and I'm ready Teddy! My pistol was firing, my fun-gun was hammering. I bucked and kicked and panted my fun. At this particular moment he could have been Arny or any other sexy man. I was having my goodies, I was gripping a big hard cock and I knew I'd soon have it buried up in my cunt!
I quieted, breathing hard, and his lips came away from my stinging nipple.
"Damn, damn!" he breathed, kissing me between the tits. "You wonderful wildcat, you!"
"I'm in my best fuck and come mood, baby," I giggled. "And I want this big hard thing up in my cunt!"
His prick tensed, and he swung over between my waiting thighs. I angled my legs back and steered his monster knob to the door of my juicy twat. He moaned as it started spreading my flesh.
"Ohhh, that's a beauty," I whined, lifting my crotch very slowly. "Uhhh! Ohhh, fuuuck! It's going clear up in my throat!"
He groaned, settled into what was his fucking pose, and let it soak a few seconds. He wasn't down on me, mashing. Hiked it the way Arny slanted above me so he could sip at my nipples between fuck hunches. And Cliff was doing it the same way. Had they talked it over? Probably not.
Muttering under his breath, his face twisted with lust, he began to fuck. Ohhh, the feel of my stretched flesh around his monster! I was stuffed with cock! His knob was pushing that tender spot inside me at every measured stroke. I was sailing, believe me! He had a fine way of hunching just twice, then waiting. My cunt was fluttering every time he paused.
Now, if I could tighten my cunt the way Lana does, I could give him some extra tingles, I thought, pushing my boobs up for some sucks and kisses. Sock, sock, pause! Gooody goooody!
He was going to come in a few moments. Well, being much younger than Arny he could surely regenerate swiftly. But he had skill; he'd been in a few pussies. I knew I should be hating myself for cheating on my husband, but in this mood I had no qualms at all! I was being horsed by a new stud! And I do mean horsed!
"Ughhh," he muttered, stroking even more slowly.
I didn't do anything to break his spell. I knew how important the moment is for men, because they don't have it as often as a smart sensual female.
"That's goood, baby," I whispered. "I'm going to come when you do."
He shuddered, his huge cock tensed and he reached his limit. He uttered a wild groan, his hips lurched, his big cock poked in faster, faster! He was starting his fun trip! The draw of his big nuts, the tautness of his cock, his jerky breathing, filled me with pleasure.
"Ughhh!" he cried, fiercely. "Ughhh... sonofabtich!"
His big hunk of meat throbbed, he drove furiously and my cunt went off. I went off all over! Every. zone of my body was involved, and the heavy voluptuous heaving of my pelvis, the hard throb of my clit, the luscious tightenings of my cunt around his driving cock... that's what it's all about!
Oh, he kept poking and hunching to the finish. A woman loves those fade-away strokes; they make the after-fun so much deeper and sweeter. At last he settled down on my bod, chest to my tits, his shaft still slippery and stiff in my box.
"God damn!" he panted against my throat. "Fantastic!"
"Funnn," I giggled, softening, my legs dropping.
My light mood seemed to bother him. He hunched a few more times, his cock beginning to shrink, and rolled away to my right. I found a towel I had spotted earlier. The rich aroma of his semen, the view of his jism-smeared cock, added to my pleasure, as usual. I used the towel and handed it over to him.
"Is this really the first time you've... stepped out on Arny?"
"Yes, and it's wild," I gurgled. I reached over and patted his half-sized cock. "All I hope is that you can get it up again!"
"You really like the dirty talk, huh?" he grinned.
"What is dirty, anyway?" I smiled. "When I turn into a bitch, I go all the way. It's more fun for you, surely."
"Yeahhh," he grinned.
Was he used to having his dates get all romantic and mushy and "fall in love" with him? Probably. Why did men go to whores? They'll do about anything a man wants if he pays enough. I presumed this included a lot of fuck conversation.
Men are basically dirty little boys, anyway.
"Well, do you want me to suck it to bring it up hard?" I giggled, still holding his cock. Already it was showing signs of new life!
"Hell, yes!" he blurted.
I laughed, squirmed around above him and moved to his right. For some reason I like to suck cock at the side. Then my right hand is free to caress the man's crotch and tickle the base of his cock. But before I took Cliff's knob in my mouth, I did what Arny always likes -- I fit his cock between my swollen tits.
"Great!" he enthused. He had obviously dreamed about my sexy tits, and now to have them squeezed warmly around his cock was a hell of a turn-on. I drew my shoulders up and down, giving him a pussy-feel, or in other words, breast-fucking his dick.
His knob was almost full-size again. The expression on his face was a pleasure to see. When I had him fully rigid, I drew my boobs away and began to use my lips. Most men love fellatio; it's kind of foreign and French and "dirty."
I gripped his shaft in my left hand, tickled around his groin with my right and gently took his glans into my mouth. His cock tensed, a tremor ran along his well-tanned body. The spicy man-aroma filled my nostrils and senses. My clit was stiffening, and he reached over with his right hand to play with my cunt.
See what I mean by crouching at his right side, and him being right-handed? Just open the thighs and in comes his hand. I spread my legs conveniently. Ohhh! His best finger dipped in; I whined my delight and began to mouth-fuck the first four or so inches of his cock.
I do not "deep throat" any man. It shuts off the air! Almost all of their sensation is in the glans, anyway. I kissed it, teased my lips across it, and fucked fast, then slow. I didn't want to overdo it, though. It's real easy to "blow" a stud this way.
Now I giggled, changed positions, and swung over on top.
"Yeahhh!" he muttered, finding my expanded tits.
"I gotta have it up in there!" I breathed.
He nodded, his face tight with passion. I began to slip his knob up in where a knob is supposed to be, inside a cunt. His moan of joy rewarded me. Now I would show him how to fuck.
CHAPTER NINE
I still don't know where all of his big cock went -- but it was up inside me, and that's what counts!
"Yeahhh," he muttered, as I stroked down, came up and socked him again. I could tell he would last awhile this time. A guy his age simply has more vigor than a man Arny's age, and Cliff had learned how to hold back.
I needed a quickie. Sucking his prick and having his finger in my pussy had stoked my furnace. And with so much meat to slide on, it was not going to take me all night to get there! I humped along, shaking with lust, riding toward the enthralling peak.
With my knees in snugly, my tits cupped in his hands, I stroked... and stroked... and stroked... and then I reached the fun part. I let his cock touch my clit, I gave a few more busy thrusts and sailed to my climax!
"Ohhh... fuuck!" I cried, as my cunt clenched at his huge cock. "Uhhh... ohhhh... here it comes, baby!"
He gripped my boobs, tensed his meat, and I jiggled through my goodies. The look on his face, the expression of delight, made it all the better. Not a biggie, but one I needed! I hunched into the aftermath, shuddering and dropping down against him, breathing unevenly.
"I want you to get a lot of 'em," he managed to smile.
"Ohhh, I intend to!"
I could tell already he didn't believe he was the only man who'd been there except Arny. A woman's first infidelity, I suppose, would be filled with all kinds emotional overtones. She would surely be rather hesitant.
How could he know for sure that I'd turn into a near nympho? No matter what Arny might have told him about my change of personality, it was clear he believed I was easy and therefore not top-grade stuff. Hell with it! I was having fun, and he certainly was, so what else mattered?
"I just love to fuck," I giggled, resting a moment.
"Baby, you're good at it!"
"How long can you last, Stud?" I murmured, lifting my upper body for more action.
"Try me, baby," he grinned.
No more, "Fran," no more carefully chosen words -- I was down to his level, where a man wants a broad to be, in the bedroom.
"Okay, hang onto your nuts," I giggled, and started thrusting again.
I stroked carefully this time, working toward my next peak in slow stages. The way I felt I'd stay up here until his cock went soft. I could see him now as a mere playboy; the gloss had been cleared away. He was just another man with a big hard cock. I'd be just another conquest among many.
As long as I didn't turn "nice" I'd be okay.
"Fuck, that's goood," I breathed, hunching faster.
"Good tight pussy," he muttered.
"Don't you dare come off!" I gasped.
"Not for quite a while," he said, but I wasn't too sure. He was showing signs of wanting to break his balls. His cock was almost too rigid; sweat showed on his forehead. Was my pussy really that snug?
I didn't care, I was having fun. I bounced and bobbed and worked toward another cunt-twister. Ohhh, it was going to be a whopper! I was being selfish now, but he'd wanted a new cunt and he had one.
"Damn," he muttered, cupping my tits, watching them jiggle as I fucked. I began to realize that it was not my cunt that tested his holding powers although it was very tight around his cock. My tits. He simply couldn't get over my big firm jugs! Rolling them around on his prick had been too much for him.
Suddenly I realized he was going to go off.
I took more care, I could see no reason to hurry it until he was absolutely ready. He relaxed slightly, tried to smile, but he was fully involved in his pleasure and my active body... and my tits!
My own delight was increasing so swiftly I could think of little else. Tingle after exotic tingle swept my loins, my clit begged to shoot, my nipples were very hard and pointy and my fun-centers cried out for erotic release!
He was tagging right along. He knew this would be it for him tonight -- unless I stayed over, and I didn't care to. Mornings after do not appeal to inc. I might change moods any time after my fun.
I humped right up to it. He gasped and shuddered, gripping me tightly, his face contorted, and this was it, baby! I charged up the honey hill at full tilt. I went hard and fast, and my cunt answered hard and fast. Ohhh! Ohhh! I shouted and fucked as the sugar-coated pulsings and inner heavings fed my erotic cravings. I was going off on a new big cock! I was having my pussy snapped. The hard swift wrenches of my orgasm lifted me to that certain level of enjoyment I can attain only with a man, only with a cock pulsing inside my eager convulsing cunt!
He bleated and kicked his legs, his hips lurched upward, his big nuts tautened against my vestibule, and even though I could never feel it, I could imagine that big spurting load of jism creaming my insides, spraying my woman flesh.
He was swearing softly to himself, the way men do when they have something they like in their hands, usually a new pussy. You see, I do a lot of reading about sex. They curse happily when they make a lot of money or succeed at some difficult task.
"Was it really that good, baby?" I cooed, resting at his left, a towel against my puffy cunt. His cock was shrinking, with that kind of shrinkage which says, "that's all she wrote tonight, pussy."
"Yeahhh," he murmured, eyes closed, sweat beading his forehead.
"I had fun, baby," I purred. "That's a lot of nice cock."
I slid from the bed, went into the bathroom. I was almost through when the change hit me. I was turning into my cool aloof self! Damn, damn! I wanted more of his cock some time in the future! Not now.
Hurrying out of the bathroom I said, "How did I get into such a sordid mess? Get your clothes on and take me home!"
He stared but appeared to understand. He nodded. I began searching for my clothes. The party was over.
When he delivered me at the rear of the Sandune Hotel, I rushed out of his car without looking back. I walked calmly into the lobby, my sweater covering my tits, and took an elevator upstairs. The night clerk had stared at me. He'd better keep his mouth shut or I'll shut it for him, I thought.
I had never been so happy to be home again, alone...
I had not been up long the next day when Arny called from San Francisco.
I was back to my "nice" self again. And feeling guilty.
"How is my sexy bed bunny?" he laughed.
"It needs your cock," I giggled.
His laugh was so reassuring. "A few more days, sweetie. Then I'll be home, and you can take care of me."
"Oh, I will!" I promised. "How are the convention girls? I know they are always around"
"Uh, I'll explain later. A buddy just came in. See you, honey... " Probably his overnight convention pussy was just emerging from the bathroom. Boys would be boys -- and girls would be girls. I had time now, over coffee, to go back over the previous night. Well, I'd had some new cock, I was not hurting emotionally and I was just as crazy about Arny as I'd ever been.
The phone rang again. Guess who?
"I had to call you, Fran. You certainly changed!"
"I think Arny explained what happens. I can't regulate my mental phases. I was a bitch!"
"Beautiful," he breathed. "Uh, could we do things again before Arny gets back?"
"I'll call you, Cliff."
"Sure... I have to be in L.A. in a few days, but I could arrange to be around.
"I will call," I said, and dropped the receiver. Even discussing it in my everyday frame of mind gave me a sinful feeling. My early training back in Creston, Iowa, had not left me. Infidelity was still a bad word there.
I was dressed to go out shopping when Lana Wong called. She had another day off and, since I did need company, we decided to tag along together. Honolulu is a hell of a place to shop. Even parts of California cannot equal it.
I met her in front of the hotel and she looked as cute and delicious as ever. Halter top, rather long colorful skirt below. I wore a blouse and pants. We took a cab to this huge shopping center, wandered around, ducked into a cafe for lunch.
"Miss your big husband?" Lana asked, eyeing my tit bulges.
"Yes! And he won't be home for several days yet."
"I can help you out, you know," she smiled prettily.
"Oh, I know," I giggled.
"I am tired of shopping," she murmured, giving me a look that said she was ready.
"Me, too," I smiled.
She leaned closer. "I have this girlfriend who's dying to meet you, Fran. She's a hairdresser too. She's seen you in the shop and thinks you're really something. I can call her. She's real fun!"
I felt a sharp thrill in the cunt. Why not? I'd tried a threesome with a stud. Three girls might be exciting!
"Okay, call her, Lana... "
An hour later we three were in the penthouse. Susi Lang was a delight to the eye. About Lana's age, she was at least half Caucasian -- she even had brown hair -- but the rest of her was pure native. Slightly more plump than Lana, with a sweetly rounded bod, very tiny waist and a generous pair above, she was not exactly pretty in the face, but very jolly and friendly. She wore shorts and halter.
After Susi had surveyed the penthouse spread, admiring all the luxury of it, we settled down in the living room. They had already said they didn't care for a drink, and I decided against it, too. Why go for false courage? Stay healthy and enjoy it more! I was still slightly nervous. Lana started things.
"Why don't you fool around with Susi, Fran? I love to watch!"
"Sounds terrific to me," Susi giggled, sliding over at my left. "I've watched you many times when Lana worked on your hair, and I sure wanted to know you better!"
"I suppose it's my tits!" I laughed.
"Yes, and other things, too," Susi giggled. "I can tell you're hesitating, Fran. Want me to start?"
"Yes," She smiled, came around and sat at my right. Lana moved to a deep chair opposite the sofa. She flipped her colorful skirt back to reveal her crotch. Her panties were so sheer her dark bush showed clearly. She opened her thighs and wiggled her cute ass. I experienced a neat thrill.
"Isn't she sexy?" Susi murmured in my ear. "She told me you're real good fucking!"
I shivered. Her right hand went to my blouse, the buttons came apart, one by one, and I turned my head for a kiss. Her ripe, soft lips claimed mine, her tongue-tip jabbed inside and a sweet want began to rise inside me. I hadn't really satisfied myself with Cliff the previous day, not after such a long wait between fucks. And a good night's rest had tuned me for more sensual delights.
Her warm soft fingers crept inside my blouse, and she shivered as her explorations went from breast to breast. It was my tits that got them, male or female. If you think women don't notice how much boob-charm other females have, think again. Like Arny said once, we were living in a tit-conscious age. Showing off a cunt is much too bold, although these younger pussies put on a pair of supertight Levis and let it draw attention. I mean, like naked.
But you can let it all hang out with a pair of good looking boobs. They can be almost naked, they can sway and jiggle inside a dress top or a jersey, and of course the nipples have to stand out inside whatever is covering them. Tit-tease.
Even the women back in the Gay 90's could expose a lot of breast, but not an ankle. Shapely boobs are in. So that made me extra appealing and sexy.
Carefully she eased my breasts out of the blouse, her tongue snaking deliciously in and out, in and out. Lana giggled. She had taken a big long dildo out of her handbag and was holding the knob against her clit. I saw the thing vibrate as the battery power activated the shaft.
Her panty had long since disappeared, and her cunt slit already looked swollen and moist. Her halter was gone, too. Her left hand caressed her cute pointy titties. Susi kept on kissing, toying with my itchy nipples. Good!
I was still in my nice receptive mood. Maybe I'd turn dirty and bitchy later. There were no rules about when I changed personalities. When Susi finally slid her hand down to my covered crotch and ran a finger up my cuntal crevice, I shuddered and hunched, breaking the mouth-to-mouth.
"Let me get these clothes off, honey," I giggled.
She and Lana tittered, exchanging warm glances. Susi was naked in seconds. I was slower, having worn pantyhose under my dressy pants. When I was nude, like the other two, Susi sat at my right again, her dark eyes shiny, her bountiful tits, as firm and shapely as mine, coning out with her passion.
But she had just above average sized boobs. Mine were the "feature attraction."
"Oh, I've wanted some of this for ages," Susi breathed.
"Why didn't you ask me?" I purred, relaxing a moment. Lana was now stroking the dildo in her cunt, slowly. The vision was horribly stimulating! Her tiny dark nipples were very stiff, her cunt mouth expanded... and I knew she'd be coming off any time now.
"Oh, I knew Lana had the inside track!" Susi breathed, starting to play with my tits again.
"I do have a cunt, honey," I giggled, arching it up and out.
She trembled, her hand dropped to my crotch, and her head came over in front of my breasts. As she delicately drew a nipple into her mouth, as her clever fingers settled on my clit-zone, I felt the sweet first twinges of my goodies!
"Uhhh," I panted. "Ohhhh! Get me offfff!"
Her lips sucked, her fingers pressed my little pecker, I hunched upward and the sugary pulses claimed my loins. The voluptuous spasms were simply far out! I panted and humped, my nipple still in Susi's sucking lips. I eased down from the peak and heard Lana's whimper as she went off on her artificial cock. Her tits heaved, her pretty thighs trembled, her upfuck hip movements were vividly erotic.
She cried out something in her native tongue, then slumped back, enjoying the aftermath, the dildo moving more slowly in and out. The pink shaft was shiny with her pussy juice. She left it in and looked over at me.
"Isn't Susi neat, honey?"
"Wild!" I purred, softening, drinking in the little balming thrills that happen after a climax. I reached over to fondle Susi's nearest breast. "When are you coming, honey!"
"Pretty damn soon," she breathed. "Who wants to do it?"
"Me!" I giggled.
She sprawled back on the sofa, plump light-brown thighs wide apart, her swollen breasts jutting forward, her mouth puffy from kissing. Her brown-bushed cunt showed how hot she was. The inner coral labia were already protruding, a dainty pussy-bloom.
"On the floor, Susi," I breathed.
She nodded and swept to the carpet. I climbed quickly between her silky warm shanks and fastened my drippy cunt to hers. The slick stinging connection was utterly delicious. She was so pneumatic!
"Ohhh!" she whined, tipping her cunt way up.
"Goood cuuuunt!" I breathed, starting to fuck.
Her face began to twist, her head swung back, her ass jiggled swiftly, and I felt the first tremors of her orgasm. Oh, she was making it real big! Her arms seized me, her tits bounced upward into mine, her velvety thighs shook and the tightenings of her cunt-mouth against mine started my goodies, too.
This girl was a tiger! I hardly had to move! She was bucking and fucking up a storm. Her cannon fired once, then again! She was in a kind of climactic frenzy. Her cries of delight I couldn't understand, but the intensity of them reached me.
My pussy-gun exploded! I was not making it twice, but feeling her come so dramatically was highly exciting. She panted and hugged me and hunched through to her finish, and I was almost positive she'd have carpet burn on her plump shapely ass. I drifted along in a sensual haze of pleasure, feeling her cunt twitch against mine.
"Ohhh, beautiful!" Susi gasped, softening.
"You sure do come big and hard," I said in admiration.
"Only when I get my hands on some chick as sexy as you," she breathed. She wiggled her tits up at mine. I rolled away, at last, and staggered to the sofa. They both giggled.
"I have to rest awhile," I admitted, slumping back on the sofa cushions.
"Fran can't take it!" Lana laughed.
Susi giggled, reaching down to her cunt. She glanced up at Lana. "Come on, let's show her how Island girls fuck."
"Delighted, honey," Lana bubbled, placing the dildo aside. She crawled down where I had been earlier, their cunts met and they began fucking.
CHAPTER TEN
Men love to watch two girls fuck, but has anyone ever asked a woman how she likes it?
I don't have any stats, but I sure as hell enjoyed watching Lana and Susi go for it. They said hardly anything because they were rubbing tits and kissing most of the time. The agility of their hips and crotches filled me with envy. One would stroke awhile, then the other. Little whines and whimpers of delight followed each pause before they started fucking again.
The dildo drew my attention. Should I try it?. Lana had gone off around it. The shaft was as long as Arny's prick, and the more I looked the more curious I became. Hell, why not? Maybe I'd buy one of my very own.
I slipped over and took it back to the sofa with me.
The girls were working up to their first orgasm, movements quickening, whines of pleasure growing louder. I tried the switch on the dildo handle. Three speeds! What had I heard them called? "A girl's best friend" and "Woman's home companion."
I was turning hot watching the girls fuck. I was hungry, ready and eager! I aimed the head of the dildo at my upslanted cunt and pushed it slowly inside. Not hot, like the real thing. But the feel was neat! Farther, farther -- oh! Right where the tender deep zone lay. I jabbed it a few times and a shower of lovely thrills spread from my cuntal deeps. Ohhh, not bad!
What had Lana said about practicing some vaginal exercises? Wouldn't Arny be happy if I could tighten my cunt on command! It did clasp and quiver when I went off with his cock, but these Hawaiian girls could evidently clench the cunt whenever they wanted to.
Resting there, with the plastic prick shoved in deep, I tried. Nothing! The muscles were there or they wouldn't respond during my climax. And truthfully they had not become that responsive until about the first year of married fucking.
My inner vagina had been dormant until I'd reached the age of thirty and more. Could I expect miracles?
The native girls were now doing a sixty-nine. Ohhh, that did turn me on! Lana was on top, as before, and the way they were gobbling and kissing cunts stirred the beast inside me. I saw Lana's tongue stroking in Susi's upcurved cunt, and the dildo began to slide in my shivery cunt.
Ummm! Poke, poke, poke! Funnn!
How easily a broad could get hung-up on one of these gadgets. It would never go soft; it could vibrate as long as the batteries lasted. Of course, the mechanical aspect of it, which had kept me from trying one, did indeed bother me.
Right now I didn't give a damn! The sensations were too sharp and compelling. When the native girls climaxed together, with soft cries and leg-kicks from Susi, I was too far along to back out. I had to have one!
I stroked right up to it, let myself dangle there for ecstatic seconds -- and jabbed my way to the peak. I yelled! My clit pulsed, my tits jiggled, my inner-cunt tightened in heavenly cadence!
I didn't reach those deep zones that only a prick could excite. No voluptuous heavings and wrenchings -- but I was getting what I hadn't been able to achieve with fingers. My clit and outer cunt had a feast! My inner cunt stopped tightening much too soon. I finished with speed One, keeping the shaft against my clit. Num, num, nummy!
Yet even after my delicious trip, I drew the dildo out quickly, some inner shame touching my senses. It would take a certain amount of getting used to.
The girls, after about four climaxes apiece, were taking a rest. Both stretched on their backs.
Lana raised her head and giggled. "I saw you come off my dildo, honey."
"Pretty damn good," I admitted.
"Well, you should have one, honey. Or maybe two! Different sizes for different moods. Some men like to watch a girl get her fun on an artificial prick.
I shuddered. Would Arny enjoy that? I could feel him out a little when he came back home. I know they're advertised in some of the girlie magazines he reads. I want to please him in every way. He loved the party with Lana! What about inviting Susi, too?
No! We had to draw the line someplace!
Lana and Susi went to one john, and I visited the other in the master bedroom. When I came back to the living room they sat side by side on the sofa, smiling and giggling.
"Well, what now, Fran?" Lana asked.
"I've had it for a while," I said, sinking into a chair.
They both laughed.
"I watched you with the dildo, honey, and I want you to have it," Lana smiled.
"They come in real handy," Susi giggled.
"Well, if you insist!" I said. "It does go in where the action is!"
They exchanged glances and smiled. Susi leaned toward me. "I'd sure love to eat you, Fran."
I trembled. Maybe I was not all that pooped. Women are better at it than men! That had been my experience so far, anyway.
"Well, as long as we're here for fun, I'm sure I'd love it," I smiled, spreading out.
Susi smiled like a happy child, left the sofa and sank to her knees in front of me. The sex bout with Lana had heated her. Her mouth was swollen, her pretty tits looked stimulated and I wondered again just how much these native girls could take. They seemed able to continue indefinitely.
She began by caressing the inner planes of my thighs, staring up at my tits as her soft little fingers moved closer and closer to my expanded cunt. I relaxed, settled back in the chair, and let her go after it.
Lana left the sofa long enough to pick up the dildo. She returned with it to the sofa, winking and giggling. She slipped the object into her cunt, hunching on it, her left hand rising to her pointy dark-crested tits.
When Susi finally slid her hand beneath my ass and began to lip-tease my tender cunt, I was wildly eager. The view of Lana stroking the dildo in her pussy increased my excitement. I'd seen it before, but somehow it still worked on my nerve centers. These young women had no inhibitions at all! What was fun they accepted; it was part of their Island heritage.
In everyday affairs, though, they were as polite and friendly as anyone could imagine. I could recall now how Susi had smiled at me in the beauty shop, and on my last trip there, while Lana was doing my hair, she had let me know in various small ways that she liked me.
Now, here she was, nibbling my cunt. Ohhh, and she was so good with my flesh!
Her silken warm lips delicately parted my labia at the top of my crevice and captured my girlie cock. Mmmm! Her hands squeezed my ass, a hungry little sound came up in her throat, and I swung my thighs far apart, resting them on the arms of the chair. I began to caress my bulging, fun-firmed breasts. Tingle after lucious tingle awakened my need.
I knew instantly she was planning to prolong the suspense a very considerable time. When her right hand slipped from my butt and began to fondle my lower crevice, dipping inside my juicy sensitive cunt, I let her know how wonderful it was.
"Super delish! You're so clever with my cunt!"
She winked at me, never lifting her velvety inner lips from my girl-spike. Her eyes gleamed as she watched me stroke my fingers across my tender nipples, cupping and fondling my big boobs. The stings of pleasure were closer together now.
Lana was taking her time. I would surely know how to use it when I needed it. Quick little jabs, then a rest while she worked on her breasts. Then a few uphunches. Rest again. Her eyes never left Susi and me.
I glided along in a cozy daze of mounting pleasure. God! Susi was doing a better job with her head and her hands than I'd ever experienced! Some women are just naturally better at certain tasks than others. This had to be her specialty.
Sip, suck, tease! Tingles of exquisite delight continued to build in my pelvis, my crotch. My clit was taut, awaiting the pulses of relief, but Susi was far from ready to draw the goodies. After the sex I'd enjoyed so far, I found it remarkable that she could inch so much more fun from my bod.
I was learning more and more from them. I'd been so ignorant about so many pleasures for so many long years! I had rushed into my climaxes until I was at least twenty-five. The feelings of guilt had made me want to "get it over with" as soon as possible.
The first lesbian affair had not been much better. We had done a lot of kissing and fooling around at first, but when the cunts were together we couldn't wait! Often we only made it twice apiece. Always that horrible sense of shame, of wrongdoing. Not here!
Of course, when Arny began dating me, I dropped all that lezzie stuff. I swung over to cock in no time at all. He knew how shy and nervous I was, and he didn't fondle me until the third date.
We were in his car in the soft darkness, parked in front of Mom's house. He had left his position under the wheel and come around to slide in at my right. When he kissed me, he put more power in it than usual. His hand lifted to my breasts. His tongue started stroking in my hungry mouth while he fondled my covered tits -- and suddenly I had my first climax with him!
Having it so swiftly and so deliciously, even though I tried not to be too demonstrative, was like finding a whole new world. My thirty against his fifty-one! I had hung onto him, panting and shaking.
And that did it! He took me out the next night, and I could hardly wait until he kissed me and held my breasts. I climaxed with even more enthusiasm. Within ten minutes he had my blouse open, my bra apart, and I had another orgasm!.
Still, he didn't grope between my legs. He proposed then and there. The rest I believe you already know. After he discovered he was the very first to slip his cock in me, I received even more loving attention.
Like a teenaged bride from the boondocks, I let him show me how he wanted it. I was screw-happy for months!
And here I was, in our own lavish quarters, a plump Island girl sipping my cuntal juices, coaxing sting after sugary sting from my aching cunt. Well, as I've said before, Arny knew I'd had a lezzie thing before our marriage, and what had happened while Sandi had visited told me he wouldn't get too sore about my having a little pussy on the side.
But I had gone the whole route and let Cliff Howard, Arny's "good old boy" buddy give me a thorough fucking.
That was wrong. Was he with some pretty girl in San Francisco right now? Probably!
Well, I was still nuts about Arny, no matter what happened. I just hoped he had picked a nice clean pussy. Men!
Susi drew me back to the now scene in a most dramatic fashion! I was coming offff!
My little woman-cock went crazy! I shouted!
Blading pulses of sheer erotic delight knifed my crotch. My tits bounced, my thighs trembled, my hips arched, and the mouth of my cunt tightened with the beat, beat, beat of my orgasm! Susi's tongue dived and dived in my cunt, almost as far in as a small cock.
"Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhhh... fuuuck!" I cried, savoring the aftermath tremors and slumping back in the chair. Susi continued to suck the honey from my shivering cunt. I drifted along in a cloud of pure erotic relief.
Lana was having her afterfun, too -- the dildo still pumping slowly in her pretty, swollen cunt.
When the last of my shivers had ended, Susi lifted her moistened mouth from my cunt and giggled.
"I'm pretty damn good, huh?"
"You sweetie, you," I breathed. "The best head I ever had in my life!"
She kissed my snatch again and moved over near Lana. She drew the pussy-wet object from Lana's cunt, spread out and pushed it deeply into her own box. She relaxed, sprawled, and started going after her goodies.
I was weak. I could hardly move. Somehow or other the fun from a pussy-suck takes a whole lot out of me. Even when Arny gets me off that way, I recover slowly.
"I told you she was good," Lana giggled, winking at me.
"She's... fantastic," I admitted. "I couldn't pop again no matter what."
Lana giggled. Susi was in her own world of sensuality. Eyes closed, her left hand cupping her tits, the dildo sliding wetly in her expanded cunt, she was giving Lana and me no attention at all.
I sure hope Arny doesn't come home too soon, I thought, trembling. He'd get a poor piece of ass from me. I don't know how these girls keep coming and coming!
Lana pointed at the john in the hallway and walking past Susi, went in the bathroom to freshen up. I plopped on the vanity bench, completely pooped. My ears started ringing, a sure sign of emotional stress.
I could feel myself sliding into my "super-nice" state of mind, and I fought it. These girls didn't deserve a brush-off! Lana looked at me curiously, then went on about her business. I was pleased when she ducked into the shower stall and slid the frosted glass closed.
Struggling within myself, I managed to push the prim inner creature into a corner. Dr. Alias had told me I could do it if I really tried. I was not a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde sort of person. In one phase or another I was dimly aware of the other personalities.
I had succeeded, for the moment!
But the party was over. I held myself together until the girls, realizing I was having a problem with my conscience, had left the penthouse.
My cool haughty self did not take over. I went into the bedroom for a nap. I didn't hate myself for what I'd done with Susi, Lana -- or even with Cliff Howard. I was proud of myself. And there would be no more sex until Arny returned. I wanted to give him a welcome home he would never forget!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Damn, you look good, Cuddles!" Arny grinned, dropping his travel case and sweeping me into his arms.
"Ummm," I cooed, pushing in against him, giving the incoming tourists an eyeful.
We were in the Honolulu airport. Since he had sent most of his luggage on ahead, it was already at the penthouse, and there would be no waiting around; we could go right on home. The case he had taken with him off the jetliner contained business papers. I hung on a moment, letting my big tits press into his shirt front, and he gave me a good solid kiss with a lot of tongue. Ohhh, my clit was turning hard already!
Two girls behind us giggled. So we broke it up and headed outside for a cab. On the ride in I couldn't keep my hands off him. I wore my usual pants and blouse, but both were snug, and he noticed.
"You're different," he grinned, looking me over closely. "What've you been up to, anyway?"
I've fucked a couple of cute girls and skinned the cock belonging to your old buddy, Cliff Howard! ran through my mind. But being halfway smart, I just arched my tits out and smiled. And I've been `practicing' on my gift dildo!
"What've you been doing in San Francisco?" I countered.
"Hell, just going to meetings. You know."
"Yes, I know," I giggled, sliding closer to him. I'd been on the wagon for four whole days, and I was ready. "After the meetings some get-togethers with your convention buddies and some party girls. Did you get a little?"
He laughed. "I can see you're in a fine mood! I won't tell if you won't."
"Agreed!" I laughed. If Cliff talks he won't ever get near me again! Maybe he won't, anyway.
I was off the hook as far as Cliff went. If Arny came right out and asked me -- what then? I would have to tell the big lie.
"Well, what has happened?" he asked slyly.
"Oh, I went shopping with Lana. You remember her, naturally! I swam in the hotel pool, I lazed around, waiting for you. And I might have a surprise for you, Stud!"
"I can hardly wait," he grinned, patting the inner plane on my left thigh. The cab driver was watching so I didn't reach for Arny's basket, but I looked at it anyway. Nummmy!"
Inside the penthouse at last, with the door locked, he grabbed me again, and this time it was heavier, much heavier. I used my tongue, I unfastened my blouse and his sport shirt and rolled my big firming tits at his bare, warm chest. Oh, he loved it! I hunched boldly at his cock-lump, because he was already getting up. He adored that.
When I unglued my mouth, I giggled and pointed at the bedroom door. He chuckled, reaching for me, and I swung away playfully, my tits out and swaying. I ran into the boudoir.
My blouse dropped to the carpet; he was out of his clothes in no time, and I was nearly as swift. I was breathless. My cunt was wet, my nipples hard. I ached for his cock! I leaped on the bed, my thighs way back, and I slipped a pillow under my ass. Oh, his bone looked as big as when we'd first been married! It was leaky around the knob, and as he crawled over above me he could easily see that my cunt was puffed and slick. He hesitated, wondering if I wanted a little foreplay first. We didn't have to talk; I knew.
"God!" I breathed. "Get it in me, all the way!"
He trembled, he came forward and I guided his beauty to my steaming cunt. He began going in, and I moaned with joy. He stroked, his cock tensed. How very beautiful!
"Home!" he muttered.
I told my vagina to tighten, and it did! He poised there, surprise on his face. I clenched my cunt again, again!
"Surprise!" I giggled.
"Sonofabitch!" he breathed.
"Lana told me how, honey!" I breathed. "Is it real good for you?"
"Hey, it sure as hell is!"
A tumult of delight chased through my loins. I was almost ready, already!
"Honey, just leave it away in, like this, and kiss my nipples!"
He shuddered, his head came down to my tingling breasts, he sucked a tender plum up inside, I clenched my cunt once more, then faster and faster! I started my goodies!
"Uhhh... ohhhh... there it commes!" I cried, and then I didn't have to tell my cunt anything! It was tightening and clenching like crazy! My inner pelvis churned, my tits shook, and those heavenly deep wrenchings took me to funland!
The sweet glory of it went on and on, feeding my lust, my need for him. I bucked and kicked until the waves of aftermath balmed my craving, until I floated down from sheer rapture.
"Man, oh man!" he muttered thickly, keeping his cock socked in deep. My cunt fluttered and twitched.
"Am I better now, Stud?" I giggled, softening, urging my crotch up snugly.
"Hey, what a welcome home!" he breathed. "I'll have to thank Lana... "
"I know one sure way to do that, honey!"
He laughed and started stroking. A man likes to do some of the work, at least! That old story about the two most overrated things in the world -- home-cooking and home-fucking -- is not necessarily true! I was so turned on I was certain I could fuck the rest of the day and half the night!
But in the back of my mind a little voice said: his cock isn't as long or as big as Cliff's. Did that big stud spoil me?
I pushed the thought aside. Cliff would surely not marry any girl. And I was very wrong to even let that memory intrude on Arny's homecoming. There is more to a marriage than humping. Arny had seen me through some very vicious changes of personality. I was his pussy!
"Have your fun, honey," I breathed, angling my cunt up in the pose he liked best. "Before this is over, I want you to come in me. I want a big spurt of that good stuff!"
He trembled, his prick tensed, and he began his measured, deep and thorough stroking. I didn't clench my cunt now, I was snug enough to satisfy his need for cunt. The bed whispered its little rune of sensuality. He kissed my nipples and sucked them deep in his mouth, coiling his tongue around first one and then the other. Ohhh, I loved it! He liked me to come at least three or four times before he squirted, but I realized he could not handle it today.
He hadn't had any pussy recently -- his interest was too high and strong. I'd known it the minute he kissed me. Maybe he hadn't horned a party girl. Not wanting to talk about it sure saved me; I could hide my infidelity.
I was almost ready! That clinging heat of my labia around his pumping cock, the swell of my nipples, the faint sex-rash across my upper breasts, the stiffness of my clit... it was turning better and better!
"Uhhh... uhhhh... I'm coming, honey!" I gasped, gripping his shoulders. "Don't shoot me yet!"
He nodded. Ohhh, but he wanted to! The signs were all there -- an extra hardness of his cock, the tremor of his body, the deepness of his hunches. I began my ecstatic rise toward the peak. It was going to be an ass-twister!
He studded me right up to it, delayed a few heavenly seconds, and then rammed me hard. I topped out! My cunt convulsed. I shouted, quaking with need, and the swift churn of my inner pelvis soared me into dreamy totality. My vaginal tightenings were more dramatic than before! I was having a luscious multiple!
As I went off again, he couldn't resist. His wild groan of pleasure, his quick deep thrusts, the draw of his nuts against my vestibule and then the unmistakable throb of his prick took me into a haze of total thrall!
Nothing I know of is better than having him go off when I do! The fury of my climax was matched by the bullish jabs of his cock-head at my palpitating cuntal deeps. My cunt went apeshit! I hunched and moaned and clawed at his shoulders. My cunt seemed to be sucking the seed from the cock-head that belonged to me!
"Ohh, ohhh... ohhhh, Arny!" I cried, softening as the beaufiul twinges of relief swept my loins, my clit, my tits and my whole body. I panted and whimpered. He finished and dropped his chest down on my arched-up tits. Yes, yes! He really was home now; he had planted his jism right where I wanted it!
"Baby, baby!" he muttered, his cock still buried in me.
"God, that was super, honey!"
My thighs dropped, I wound them across his ass, keeping my tits arched against his sweaty chest. He kissed my throat, resting, and his cock began to shrink. Oh, damn!
He rolled away to my right, I felt his semen-wet prick against my left hip, and I handed him a towel I always kept under one of my pillows. He took it, patted my cunt and in a moment he gave it to me.
Why did I know exactly what he would do? Because we'd done it this way before. A tiny doubt began to form inside me. Were we becoming too used to each other already? No! After while he would want to play around with me, and get me off on his fingers, and maybe eat me.
"Fran, I need a little sleep. Very tiring on the plane."
"Honey, I understand!" I purred. I hugged him and slid away a few feet. His eyes closed, and in just a moment or two he was asleep. I sighed. I was certainly not ready for anything except more sex!
Five hours on a jetliner is a long time. Well, he was home, and safe and in bed with me. I slid from the pad and found a light robe in the closet, moved out into the living room. I looked at the place I had picked to hide my dildo.
I shivered. My cunt was still puffed, my nipples tender, my clit rising. I went over to the end table, drew the drawer way out and looked down at the pink, long powered cock. I had to have it!
Slipping into the guest-room john, I locked the door and settled my ass on the padded toilet seat. I certainly didn't want to have him catch me at it! He suspected I masturbated when he was away, but I'd never had my goodies alone while he was in the penthouse. Well, as I've said before, a hot cunt has no conscience. Several people had come along to change my life.
I settled back, opened my thighs and thought about what Lana had told me. "Run warm water over it first, just the shaft. Feels more like a cock."
I hadn't before, the past few days, during my practice sessions. I snuggled the knob between my moistened cunt-lips, my left hand went to my tits and I began to enjoy. Ohhh! Stroke, stroke, stroke! Nnnn! My nipples were expanding, very tender and excitable.
Arny got me all turned on and couldn't finish me off, sneaked through my mind. He'll sleep for hours. Twenty-one years between us. At first it didn't matter, but now it's starting to. Ohhh, damn!
This is gooood! Better than ever before! Because he aroused me. I'm almost ready to get off! Beautiful! I'm turning slutty and I don't care! I saved myself for him and he pooped out. Hell with him! This cock won't go limp!
I stroked along, tasting the nuances I needed, letting the shaft touch my clit, teasing my nipples into firm peaks of tingling responsiveness. I was having a ball! Tomorrow afternoon I'd invite Lana and Susi to drop by, or we'd go to a motel and fuck all afternoon!
Lana had told me she owned a dildo that two girls could use, a sort of V-shaped dealie, so they could kiss and hunch and rub tits and enjoy the feel of cock. It sounded like a fun thing. Speaking of fun, I was starting to break mine!
I delayed it awhile, shaking with anticipation. Hell, I had the rest of the day and all night! He wouldn't get a hard-on until tomorrow morning. I'd be ready for him, I'd fuck him good! If I didn't turn into my "frigid" self.
Ohhh, now! Yesss! I stroked up to it and clamped my jaw to keep from shouting. The deep swift jabbing at the core of my lust, that tender far-in spot, was heavenly! My vagina tightened in luscious cadence! The surges of erotic delight were some of the best I'd ever known!
Sweet Jeeesus! My loins were heaving and churning! I was sailing! No multiple, but the after-goodies were enough to draw several whimpers from my lips. My cunt-clampings eased away; I sagged back and fondled my tits for the cozy fadeaway tingles. Goody goody gumdrops!
Had I practiced too much? No! I was turning into a sensual woman, and I loved it! Arny could take it or leave it! Oh, he loved my "new" active cunt. But did it draw too much of his energy?
A tapping on the door startled me. But not for long.
"Anything the matter, Fran?"
"No, I'm just finishing what you started. I'm playing with my cunt."
Silence. I heard him walk away. I'd hurt him. I felt my "bitchy" self fading, I was into my "nice" phase in seconds. I hid the dildo beneath some bath towels and wiped my twat. I unlocked the door and rushed out. He was in the master bedroom, on his back, naked, staring at the ceiling.
"Honey, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, rushing to the bed. "I turned awful!"
"Hey, I understand, Cuddles," he grinned. "I know how these moods strike you. I realize that you have to have relief. I'm not as young as I used to be."
I leaped on the bed and straddled him, my wrapper open, my fits warmly to his chest. I kissed him with a lot of tongue. I pressed my pussy at his crotch and felt his cock begin to liven. Ohhh! I wiggled and hunched at it. I broke the kiss and hugged him, hard.
"I shouldn't have said that, honey!"
"Not to worry, sweet," he murmured. He fondled my ass, my waist, and his prick stiffened.
"I'm doing better, though," I murmured. "I'm finding I can control my emotions better. The doctor said I could if I tried. You don't mind it too much when I turn bitchy, though, do you?"
"Hell, no! Just that cool distant one is really bad. Look. Some time if you want to play with yourself in front of me, it's okay. A friend of mine married this young Hawaiian girl, and she does it in their sex play. He says it heats his cock."
"You're too good to me, honey!" I breathed, trembling, my cunt leaking juice down on his enlarging cock.
"I know when I have a live one, a real one," he said, drawing my head down, mashing his mouth to mine. He kissed me soundly. He murmured into my eager lips.
"Have Lana up some night, if you like. That was a great party! You're just becoming a passionate woman, and I'm past fifty. I want you to be satisfied. Understand?"
I trembled. I kissed him. I wonder what he'd say if I brought the dildo out and used it? Could I really do that in front of him? Why not? We had done almost everything else with Lana. And she was anxious for a rematch. Alone or with Arny or with Susi.
Carefully I worked Arny's cock up into my cunt. Ohhh, it burned, it flamed in my shivery flesh! I found a comfortable pose and began my cuntal practice. He looked up at me, he cradled my swollen tits in his hands.
"Think you can come again without bobbing your nice ass?" he chuckled.
"Just wait and see!" I gasped, the honeyed thrills whirling through my bod. "But you have to give my boobs a whole lot of kisses and attention."
He laughed. "Every man who has ever seen you wonders about these beautiful big charms. My close friends always get around to asking sly questions."
"Like `am I a good piece of ass,' huh?" I giggled.
"In a roundabout way, yes," he smiled.
"You sure know how to make me feel special, Stud," I purred, clenching my cunt.
"Hey, you are special," he grinned, his cock tensing.
And the other day I killed a man, I thought, hating to have that memory cross my mind now. What if I turn bad and murder someone else? Oh, no!
"Well, what do you tell them?" I cooed, weaving my shoulders, arching my tits out even farther.
"Oh, I just wink and make the big okay sign. But nobody finds out about your fine, hot snug pussy. They don't seem to wonder about that."
I giggled. One other man had found out about my "fine, hot, snug cunt." Would I let him have it again? I wasn't sure. And if you're not sure, it means "you will if you get the chance, and things are right."
Tasting forbidden fruit is so stimulating!
My pussy tightened again, again! I was going to make it again, and no ass-bouncings! Ummm! Ohhhh! Faster, faster! Uhhhhh! My clit stiffened and pulsed. My inner vagina convulsed. I simply had to fuck now!
I bobbed my ass as the dreamy nuances fed my craving, sweeping through me in exotic waves. My cunt was still stunting. Oh, the luscious total pelvis heavings, the churn of my love muscles, the twisting hot blades of passion! I shouted!
I was having my fun, fun, funnn!
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Yes?" I said into the phone, halfway expecting it to be Lana. But she couldn't get away often, she or Susi either. How fortunate I was not to have to work!
Three days since Arny's return. I hadn't had any sex at all since that day, and the old horn was turning tender.
"How are you, baby?" came the deep virile voice that sent tingles all up and down my bod.
"You shouldn't be calling here!" I scolded.
"Oh, I know Arny's hours. How're you feeling?"
I shivered. The vivid memory of his huge cock pumping in my cunt was something I'd remember all my life! Like the first man to get it in you, the second can be just as fascinating. I had sinned once, so why not again?"
"Frankly, I could use a little," I giggled.
He laughed. "Delightful! Let's see, it's one-thirty now. You know the Beachfront Hotel? Off the beaten track -- I'm sure we'd be safe there."
"Damn, it's still risky!"
"More fun that way," he chuckled. "Meet me in the lounge. Very dark in there, almost like midnight. In half an hour?"
"Y-yes," I murmured, trembling. My clit was already stinging. That bastard had me hooked. His big cock was like an irresistible magnet, my cunt wanted more of it! Maybe I needed a job, something to do besides lounge around.
I hardly remember dropping the receiver. I had already fixed up for a stroll down along the beach, only now I had a definite place .to go. Array wouldn't go up to the penthouse until at least five-thirty. He wouldn't get excited if I came in a bit late. He trusted me.
Taking the service elevator down, which he never used, I came out at the rear of the Sandune, walked down the alley and then along the street that faces Waikiki Beach. Beautiful day. Warm sea breeze, clots of tourists, buses whipping by, faint cries of bathers along the stretch of sand at my left.
My tits, in a flowery halter, drew attention, as usual. I wore shorts for a change, and while I have a neat ass and nice full legs, as I've mentioned before, it was as though my boobs were moving alone and I just happened to be fastened to them.
Other women glanced at me with either astonished envy or contempt, even anger. Men ogled or sneaked glances or stood in front of store windows to watch my reflection. I doubt if a one of them could give a description of me later.
Except that I had brown hair and a set of thrusting high-riding tits that jiggled when I walked.
The Beachfront Hotel was old, a little faded, but still busy. The lounge was easy to find; it had an outside entrance. I wouldn't have to go through the lobby. As I entered, I realized Cliff had spoken the truth; it was like stepping into a cellar, hardly any light at all. I had to stand near the door a while to orient myself.
Finally I groped my way to a booth at the back, and a shadow appeared in front of me. A girl about two-thirds naked.
"A martini," I said.
She wiggled away, and I began to see more. The only light came from the back bar, silhouetting the well-stacked girl behind it. Good looking pussy helps sell. Just watch TV ads awhile. At the Sandune even the maids had to be attractive.
My drink came and so did Cliff, sliding in the booth beside me, grinning, his appeal already reaching me in the crotch. He ordered and the girl left.
"I thought you might chicken out," he said.
"I damn near did. You could find someone younger and better looking than me."
He chuckled. He whispered in my ear. "But nobody who can come the way you do!"
I shivered. His left hand crept beneath the table and squeezed my thigh. Under my shorts I wore only very mini panties, and in seconds he was discovering just how mini they were!
The girl returned with his drink, but he didn't move his exploring hand and he gave the girl a big tip. She giggled and left. Cliff pressed my cunt. I hunched on his hand. Tingles spread outward from my clit; my nipples started erecting.
"I have a nice room upstairs. Want to try it now, Fran?"
"Let me finish my drink, at least," I laughed.
He sipped, keeping his fingers on my pussy as if he owned it. I reached over and fondled his cock-lump. Whoooeee! What a showpiece! Cheating was easier this time. We'd been there before. The second fuck didn't seem so naughty. Lots of couples were doing it. A little stuff on the side, you know. Spice up the marriage. Prove you've still got it.
What a crock!
"What've you been doing for excitement, anyway?" He squeezed my cunt again.
"Oh, experimenting with . my first dildo," I purred.
He laughed. "Be damned! That's teling it right out."
"Isn't that what men like to hear? Something dirty?"
"Say now, I like a nice chick, too. Let's go upstairs and stop talking so much."
I gave his cock an intimate caress, wishing it was out of his shorts and pants. I finished my cocktail, he removed his hand from my itchy cunt and we left the lounge.
We were alone in the small elevator. He slid his left hand around my waist and lowered his mouth to mine. I experienced a wash of passion that surprised me. I tingled all over. Cheating was exciting. His right hand claimed my tits. His tongue dived in my eager mouth. My stinging nipples stiffened against the hug of the halter. I was turning bitchy.
The room looked out on a concrete wall but, with the drapes closed, who cared. We stood away from each other and undressed. The bed was queen sized, the place was neatly fun-furnished.
"My favorite cock again!" I exclaimed, gliding over in front of him, cuddling it in my trembling fingers.
"My favorite tits... " he laughed, cupping them.
"Why don't you doggie-fuck me for starters?" I laughed, tickling his cock, writhing my ass.
"Yeahhh," he grinned. "I like what you say, baby!"
I softened in for a kiss, his hands lowered to my ass and we traded tongue-stabs while I hunched my cunt at the underslant of his big rigid cock. I was shaking with sex-fever. My cunt was drippy.
I broke away, moved to the foot of the bed and leaned over. Arny had humped a few times this way, but really a good hard and good long cock is necessary. A half-soft prick simply won't go in. When the guy is on top, it can be managed.
Arny loved to get it in me about half-hard and let it swell to full size in my cunt. Nothing like a pussy to bring a reluctant prick back to life!
Cliff had been in this pose before, of course. He gripped my hips with his left hand, steered his knob to my back-tilted snatch, got it started, and hunched slowly inward.
"Ohhh, that's good cock!" I gasped. The bigness and the length of it whirled sensations all through my loins, my well-filled cunt tightened on his prod. I clenched it again.
"Hey, hey," he breathed. "Terriffic!"
"I've been busy, Stud!" I giggled. "Now give me a nice long deep fuck!"
He shivered, started thrusting. The knob was stroking right in where the end of the dildo hit, and a shattering bunch of thrills spread through my loins. Live cock was so much better! Arny could reach in that far if I doubled into a knot, and if he was real hard -- but Cliff was poking the fun spot every time!
I whimpered and arched my cunt back and up and out as far as I could. He paused, trembling, and I clenched his cock in sensuous rhythm. He muttered happily under his breath. Oh, he loved it!
Now he reached under to hold my tits, and right then is when I started my fun! My eager cunt didn't need to be told what to do, it convulsed delectably around his huge cock!
"Ohhh... fuuuck!" I wailed, quaking with need.
I saved this and saved it for Arny, and now Cliff is twanging my cunt strings, I thought. He's pulling the goodies from way in deep, my pelvis is churning up a storm. Ohhh, Jeeesus! He's holding, he's letting me come and keeping it in me! He's saving his squirt for later!
I whimpered and shook and cursed until the after-twinges relaxed my busy cuntal membranes. Then I nudged my swollen cunt toward him, wanting more and more.
"Man, you're getting better all the time, baby," he muttered, his cock flexing. "Your pussy really snaps!"
"What good is a woman if she can't put out a good fuck?" I giggled. "So, my pussy really snaps?"
"Fantastic!" he chuckled.
I clenched it again and again. He shivered, his cock tensed.
"You want me to get you off this way, Stud?"
"Yeahhh," he breathed, holding my hips snugly.
"Okay, hang onto your balls," I giggled, and started my routine. One little, two little, three little clenches. Ohhh, boy! Sneaky fun, naughty fun, cheating fun. Enjoy this new cock! My husband was too old for me, so what does an awakened pussy do? Get it on the side!
I felt his legs tauten, his breathing come faster, his prick tense, and finally the luscious pull of his nuts up against my cunt mouth! I tightened my cunt as swiftly as I could; I whined and back-hunched! As the sweetness shot from my clit and roared through my loins, as my vaginal spasms became automatic, I shouted my delight!
"Ughhh... sonofabitch," he growled, hunching deep. His huge cock throbbed, he gored me hard and I cried out again! I was coming off again! My busy cunt thrashed around his prick; he staggered, nearly fell, but he didn't. His last bull-strokes sailed me up over the mountain. I nearly lost my balance, too! My pelvis heavings were some of the best I'd ever known.
We were relaxing on the bed, me at his left, natch. We had been to the bathroom and tidied up a little. His cock was already reviving. I cuddled it and fondled it, purring with cozy satisfaction.
He was no longer shocked by my barnyard vocabulary; he still liked it, and a whole lot.
"I've been thinking, Fran. You ever want to split up with Arny, I'll be there."
This wasn't fuck talk -- this was serious.
"You're kidding!" I exclaimed.
"No!" he murmured, reaching over to claim my cunt. "And it isn't just this. Arny's a damn good friend, but he's too old for you. You're just learning to turn on good and hell, he's well past fifty!" All this had gone through my mind, and a lot more. "You don't realize my mental condition, Cliff. I have four separate personalities. I can't control them. Maybe a little... "
"But... "
"Sometimes I turn cold and sleep in the guest room," I said. "And sometimes I turn vicious. I can do violent things. And then I can turn into a harlot; I talk filthy and act worse. You don't want me, Cliff. I have a shrink. He charges a lot of money. And all this damn talking is taking me out of my sensual self, and I'm not sure I want to keep on seeing you."
"Hell, don't go cold on me now, baby!"
"Well, quit trying to sell me, and go after me! Get your cock back in me!"
He nodded, started to climb above me but I pushed him back. I scrambled over on top of him. I wanted to keep on fucking and coming. I lifted my crotch high and started his almost rigid prick up into my snatch. Ohhh, goooood!
His grin, his shining eyes, the swell of his cock kept me in the fun mood. I watched his hands cradle my tits and I wiggled them the way strippers do.
"I want to fuck all afternoon," I breathed. "I hope you've got a lot of hard cock for me!"
"It's right up there, baby, so go ahead and fuck your brains out!"
I started bouncing. I'd had my goodies and the cunt-tightening route. Now I wanted to exercise my hunching muscles! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Rest. Sugar and spice. The pound of his knob away up inside me was starting another climax!
I stroked right into it. I wanted to come off a whole lot of times. I could do my delay bit with Arny later. Right now I needed a bundle of banging!
"Uhhh... ohhh... ohhhh... fuck!" I panted, creaking the bedsprings. "That's the best cock I ever had, Stud! Don't come, don't you dare come! Jeeesus! What a cock! What a way to go! I'm blowing off again, Stud! Uhhh! Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhhh! Fuuuuck!"
My vagina did its honeyed bunching and churning. I whipped my ass very fast, I waved my tits, I bleated more profanity. Damn, how he loved it! His cock flexed -- he was pretending to come to give me more thrills! Sweet suffering damn! I was a squealing nympho going crazy on his big beautiful cock! I was into another orgasm. I hunched and strained! My pelvis was going apeshit! The tightening of my cunt mouth around his cock, my moans and cries were doing what I didn't want them to do, but I was out of control.
He groaned, his cock tensed, the heavenly throb of it pounding through my senses, and my whole pelvis erupted in the most excruciating series of spasms I'd ever known. I hunched and fucked! My sucking cunt seemed to draw every drop of jism from his tautened nuts.
The rest of it was hazy -- but I came back to reality still on top of him, my tits mashed to his sweaty chest, his shrinking cock still up in my trembling cunt. The mix of our juices was all over his crotch and a wide stain showed beneath his crotch as I lifted up and fell on my back, shaking with fatigue and pleasure.
He looked limp and pooped. His prick was like a big soft tube of lax rubber. I was sweaty, too. My legs were in a half cramped condition. I flexed them, found a towel that just happened to be handy and carefully wiped my tender flushed cunt.
The inner pink flesh had never pushed out so far! It was a vertical red gash, wet with come-fluids. The mingled aromas of pussy and jism satisfied the animal inside me. I realized that I could probably fuck again after awhile, but he had had it. Long Cock Cliff had met his match!
"Damn, damn," he muttered, eyes still closed.
"Damn goood," I giggled. "Want some more hot cunt?"
"Nooo, baby! Just let me rest awhile!"
I sighed and fondled my tits. How big and swollen they were. Like my cunt, they were becoming more sensitive. I had two fleshy mounds here that women envied, that men stared at. How fortunate I was! With average tits I'd be just another not-too-sexy brown-haired broad. My ass and legs were neat, but there was a lot of that running around, waiting to be tended to. My tits made me unique.
I was educating my cunt to be special, too. But there was a lot of that in Hawaii! Girls like Lana and Susi could put out a better piece of ass than I could. They had been coached and trained since puberty, and probably before!
"I'm going to take off, Stud," I said, crawling from the bed. "Best if we don't leave here together, anyway."
He muttered sleepily.
When I was fresh and ready to leave, he was sound asleep. What did I need, anyway? Three or four very young guys at the peak of their virility?
Back in the penthouse I was still feeling warm and receptive. I put on some silky red lounging pajamas, very high heels and my most seductive perfume. My tits still were itchy, my clit tingling. My cunt had lost the puffiness it had shown in the hotel room, and it was all dainty and ready.
I heard Arny open the door, and I swayed up to him, my mouth tipped for a kiss.
"Hey," he grinned. "Sexy!"
"It's been awhile, honey," I gurgled, arching my tits out. "I hope you're good and ready!"
"Before dinner?" He chuckled, his arms gliding around me.
"Before and after," I purred, lifting my mouth.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Nice of you to come down to the police station, Mrs. Hood," the detective smiled. The name plate on his desk said Carl Loftus. Around forty, well-built and blonde, he had a certain appeal I liked. Beautiful teeth. I decided he was part native in spite of his light-colored hair. No marriage ring.
I was in my cool haughty self, but I still notice a sexy man when I see one. The officer calling at the door of the penthouse earlier had put a real chill in me. God! But I had come along down to the police headquarters.
"I try to cooperate with authorities," I smiled.
He went on into the details. The day Sandi and I had been on the beach Honan Mau had been killed in the Ladies side of the rest room -- which was not news to me.
"Did you happen to notice this man, Mrs. Hood? You've seen pictures in the papers and on TV, I'm sure."
"No," I lied easily. "I did go to the rest room while Miss Lewis and I were on the beach, but... What would he be doing in the Ladies side, anyway?"
"We're not sure," Loftus said. "That's where he was found, later. It's possible several people saw him there and didn't report it. People do not care to "be involved." We found a young man who did notice you, that afternoon." He smiled. "Men do look, you know."
He was talking about my tits, of course.
In my mood at the time, I had overlooked that. Of course men stared and remembered. Filthy animals!
I nodded and waited. Finally I said, "Sandi and I were on the beach there quite a while. People come and go."
"She isn't in Hawaii now?"
"No, like I said. She lives in Kansas City, a cousin of my husband. She was here visiting." And fucking Arny, and me, too!
"Well, that's all then, Mrs. Hood. If you think of anything at all, please call me." He handed me his card. Our fingers touched, and a little tingle ran up my arm. He knew it. His deep blue eyes glanced at my boobs, clearly delineated in a tailored blouse, the nipples showing, of course.
"Do I take a cab back to the hotel?" I asked, flirting.
"No, I'll drive you."
Walking around to the parking lot behind the station, I was fully aware of his appreciation of my ass and legs inside my snug pants. I twitched my ass just a little; it's easy in those high heels.
Four days since the big fuck-out with Cliff, and Arny, too. I had pleased my husband mightily. I realized later that I had achieved at least fifteen orgasms, mostly with Cliff.
The detective's car was not a black and white, and he wore a lightweight business suit. He took his time returning me to the Sandune. I had slipped into my everyday friendly phase. If he suspected I knew anything, he didn't show it. Having the prison . escapee dead was probably a weight off official shoulders. Still, justice had to be done.
"Call me Fran," I smiled, as he drew up at the rear of the hotel.
"If you'll call me Carl," he grinned. But he was cautious. I was married to a prominent businessman, one of Honolulu's "wheels." It would be entirely up to me. I had his card with his home number.
As I stepped out of the car, I held out my hand. He shook it and squeezed my fingers. Another telltale thrill shot up my arm, across my tits and down to my cunt. I gave him a friendly little smile and moved away. I knew he watched me walk into the hotel. A new man, a new cock?
How gratifying to be wanted by such a fine blonde stud! I guess I forgot to mention that I had checked out his basket and he had caught me doing it. He had been around; he was no dummy. Had he talked to Dr. Swenson? Probably.
The idea of giving him a little to lessen suspicion had crossed my mind. The thought of doing time for a no-good creep like Mau was sickening. Well, I'd wait and see. And maybe I'd give him a call just for the fun of it!
He was much younger than Arny. He would be very discreet. In my position that was extremely important. Sometimes men can overlook a little hanky-panky if it doesn't leak out. But when everybody knows a wife is fucking around, look out. Pride is very precious to the man. He may be humping his secretary, but his wife is supposed to stay pure and true.
If you think women have equal rights, think again. Even pussy-power can't overcome all obstacles!
I was barely inside when the phone rang. It was Lana, and her tone of voice told me what she wanted -- a fuck. She had a day off, and needed to get off.
"Well, bring it on up here," I laughed. "I'll see what I can do for it."
"You're so nice to me, honey!"
Being in the car with Carl Loftus, feeling his interest, touching him, had stirred the tiger in my tank. If Arny came home and found Lana in the apartment, he wouldn't care one bit. He might undress and join in!
Cliff hadn't called, and I hadn't called him. I was just a little afraid of him. With that huge prick in me I might do or say something very foolish. The only way Arny could get rid of me would be to kick me out.
Lana appeared in record time, all giggles and willingness. She wore shorts and halter, light sandals. I locked the door and kissed her, snaking my tongue into her eager mouth. Her crotch curved forward at my cunt-mound, and she jiggled it excitingly. We traded saliva awhile and I pointed at the master bedroom.
"What got you so turned on, honey?" I asked, patting her cute ass.
"Just thinking about how coming with you is so much fun!"
"Well, let's undress and fool around," I giggled.
She winked and opened her large handbag. She drew out what she had promised to bring over some time -- a V-shaped double dildo. I trembled. My single had been giving me some nice thrills, but it wasn't all that good just starting cold. I needed a man or a girl to get the juices flowing. A body.
We sank down on the bed and began the nice tingly prelims. Lots of kissing and tit-rubbing, lots of clit-rubbing and finger-fucking. She was heating up faster than I was so I decided she needed a good suck-off before the main show.
"Yes, yes," she giggled, spreading out quickly.
She was always squeaky clean, her little box as fresh as a daisy. She took care of it the way a lot of girls take care of the mouth. Susi was the same.
I positioned myself between her soft light-brown thighs, cupping a firm ass-cheek in each hand. She purred like a happy kitten, smiling down at me between the sharply peaked tits. Her hands toyed with them. I began kissing the silky fragrant little cunt. Her dainty tremors, the curl of her crotch, the expression of joy on her face, told me I was eating her correctly.
"Susi wants another pussy party, Fran," Lana breathed.
I nodded, kissing near her clit. I could talk later! Gently spreading her labia with my lips, I found the tiny stiff clit bud and sucked it, teased it. She whimpered, her breasts poking higher, her face showing her pleasure.
I dallied with her lust. Sip, suck, pause. Her belly fluttered, her clit tensed, and I sneaked my right middle finger into her juicy cunt. I wiggled it on her urethra.
"Ohhh," she breathed, tilting her cunt even higher. "Oh, honey! You're so good with my pussy!"
How could I answer? I was too involved! I inched her closer and closer to her orgasm. Her breath sucked in, her face twisted, she gripped her tits very tightly. Again I lifted her near the enticing peak of sensation. My own cunt was drooling juice; I shook with need myself. One more time!
When I had her started, I swept forward and glued my cunt to' hers! She cried out sharply, our boxes jiggled together and the tightening of her cunt-mouth against mine. sucked the palpitating goodies from my crotch!
We squealed in unison. My big tits vibrated against hers, my clit pulsed delectably, we kept hunching and panting, getting nuance after nuance from the slick cuntal joining. My own labia fluttered with the beat, beat, beat of my come-fun!
We eased off the swift hunches and rode along into the aftermath, gasping and shivering. Only the deep wrenches and churnings were absent, but I couldn't expect total heaven with another pussy, no matter how cute or desirable.
"Oh, we're so good together, honey," she whispered, hugging me with her legs and arms. "I come so hard with you!"
"Mmmm," I purred, softening. "I needed that!"
We both laughed.
We drew apart and settled on our backs awhile to rest. No hurry. We gossiped and talked about clothes and people we both knew. Hairdressers hear all kinds of juicy scandal. She began to tell one story and suddenly stopped.
"What's the matter, Lana?" I asked.
"I don't like to say the wrong things, honey."
"Oh, come on. You can trust me!"
"Well... It's about your husband."
I trembled. I'd been so concerned about myself, worrying probably too much, but I'd always figured Arny straight and true.
"I like him, Fran. After all, we had a nice party! But I guess you should know... He's been seeing a very young girl. Supposed to be eighteen, but I doubt it. Cute and pretty. The girl's mother is in on it, too. These things happen here, you know. Don't be too angry!"
Good God! I thought. Fine, upstanding Arny, humping a mother and daughter! Probably paying for it, too!
"Actually, I don't think the girl is the mother's real daughter. They live on the edge of the slum section. Nobody cares what happens there."
"Are you sure, Lana?"
"Oh, very. This beauty operator lives next door -- she's trying to get away from that neighborhood. She saw your husband in the hotel and asked about him."
So he likes that kind of stuff, does he? I thought, my world starting to crumble. Men past fifty get those urges. Young and tender. Damn! And here I was worrying about me!
Maybe he knows about Cliff and everything I do! The hotel has security men, he's in charge of them. Some are regular detectives. We are both living the big lie!
I had lost some of my mid-Iowa morality, but not all. Damn! Did he want to divorce me? Could I blame him when I turn cold for days and sleep in the guest bedroom? Why not a good-looking secretary? Mother and daughter! God! Or at least very young and the mother assisting...
"I don't think I can fuck any more today, Lana," I said.
"I understand, honey," she breathed, caressing my cunt.
When Lana's finger slid into my pussy, I suddenly changed my mind. I needed more sex! Let him go see his two cunts! I'd call Carl Loftus and get some new cock, too! He wanted my bod, and he'd get it!
"Let's try that dildo, honey!" I giggled.
"Ohhh, funnn!"
Arny could even have our phone tapped, I thought. Living right here in the hotel... And I thought I was getting away with something! The naive country broad from Creston, Iowa, the center of the Bible Belt. A prim librarian, playing with her own cunt, fucking other women. Well, he did get my "cherry." And I know I'm a pretty good piece of ass! My big tits he still goes for, but the new wears off.
He loved the party with Lana. His cock was back to its old size again! Ohhh, hell!
Lana had the dildo, and she crawled above me. I took the shaft first, and she maneuvered around until the other section slid up into her cunt. As she settled down on me, her smile said it all. She had me and the feel of the prick, both.
"Oh, this is neat," I giggled.
"With you it's twice as good, honey," she breathed, starting to thrust. Was she getting emotional about me? Sounded just a little suspicious. I cared for her, too! So pretty and sensual and agreeable.
I relaxed and let her go after it. The stinging thrills quickened, my nipples erected under her soft careful lips, my cunt started tightening around the shaft. Good!
But something had gone out of my day. So many illusions shattered! Maybe even Dr. Swenson knew! He had talked with Arny several times. Well, we'd have a "modern" marriage. He'd have his fun on the side, and I'd have mine. I was certain I could never hate Arny! He'd been too good to me.
Now I started hunching up. Ohhh! Almost like the dildo Lana had given me, but different. She was turning on big and that excited me, too.
We dallied, as usual. We were becoming quite attuned to one another. Our kisses were long and thorough. I sucked her tongue awhile, then she sucked mine. She was going to have one before I was quite ready.
"Come, Lana," I urged. "Break you little cunt!"
She hunched through to the goodies! Her cute ass bobbed, her face contorted, and she squealed as the pulses shook her little cutie tits and her nice plump body. Times like these I wished I had a cock so I could feel her cunt convulse around it!
She muttered in her native tongue, slowing her thrusts as the after-fun possessed her being. She kissed my nipples, my throat, my mouth. The tide of her passion ebbed.
"Ohhh, honey, I come all apart with you!" she gasped.
I almost said, "Don't get too heavy with this stuff," but I didn't. I was beginning to adore the way she cared for me. Why not? I knew I'd never feel the same about Arny. I was growing up, at the age of thirty-two! I'd lived in a shell much too long.
Married couples cheating. So what else was new! Arny had fucked Sandi and Lana. Weren't they enough? Evidently not! I shuddered as Lana began to coax me to my 'crest. And she knew how...
Arny and I were having wine at home before going down to dinner. I hardly ever cooked. Our meals cost him almost nothing if we ate in one of the hotel's lunchrooms or cafes.
"I heard something today, honey," I smiled. My heart thudded.
"Oh?" he asked.
"About your Mom-and-daughter thing."
He didn't blush or even look confused though his wine glass trembled slightly. He grinned at me.
"And I know about you and Cliff, darling."
I did flush. I put my glass on an end table. "I forgot you're in charge of hotel security. I probably deserve this. When I turn cold, I can't help it."
"I know. Are you going to leave me, Fran?"
"I don't want to!" I exclaimed. I moved over where he sat on the sofa, sank down and reached for his crotch. I pressed it. "I don't blame you, honey! I get really bad sometimes!"
His grin widened. He finished his wine, and his hand went to my tits. They were cleverly shaped by my new blouse, the vale between them showing.
"Aren't you really jealous -- about Cliff? He's the only other man I ever had."
"That smooth bastard. He could make out with a statue. I could see you were going for him. I was having my little... diversion. I want to keep you, Fran. Can we get along?"
"Yes!" I breathed, feeling his cock start to respond. "If you can put up with me:' He chuckled. "You brought Lana around; you didn't flip out when I sampled Sandi. Hell, yes, I can put up with you, Cuddles."
"I won't let Cliff touch me again!" I blurted.
"His company has closed the office in Hawaii so he won't be around much anymore. He'd have to come here at his own expense. He'll always have some new pussy, somewhere."
I sighed. "Honey, after dinner can we come back up here and fuck?"
He laughed, squeezing my boobs. I fondled his cock-lump.
"I'm glad this came out, Fran," he said. "I couldn't lose you now. You've turned into a terrific bedmate!"
"Oh, I love it, and I want to be the best pussy you ever had in your life!"
"I'll have to admit that you are," he grinned. "Now, I'm hungry. I need calories to give you a good time!"
I smothered him with a loving kiss, my tongue snaking deep into his mouth. My fuck with Lana had simply primed me for the real thing. No dildo in the world would ever be as enticing as real live vibrant prick!
But as we took the elevator down to the main dining room, I asked myself: What do a mother and daughter do? Is it just the young tender pussy, or do they perform some weird things for him? I hope it isn't freaky, like leather and feathers and whips! If that girl is underage, he could be in real trouble if Mom got nasty! Well, that's his problem.
When I call Carl, I'll use a phone booth. I'll be extra careful with him. But I want it. Arny's security men can't follow me everywhere. Cliff won't come to Hawaii just for my pussy. Goodbye Cliff and hello Carl!
"Honey," I murmured, pushing in close. "Lana wants another party. She would even bring a nice clean young friend of hers, if you'd like that!"
"Hey, no kidding! What can I say, Cuddles?"
"Good, I'll set it up. I guess you deserve three pussies!"
We laughed. Things were looking up.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Are we being followed, Carl?" I asked, very aware of his nearness in the front seat of his ordinary looking sedan. He had picked me up in that big supermarket I mentioned before, after I had called him from a phone booth.
"No," he grunted. He had driven around Honolulu awhile, watching via the rear-view mirror.
"I guess you should know," I said. "Now, what's on the program?"
"I'm sure you know, Fran."
I giggled. Three days since Arny and I had enjoyed each other, and I hadn't touched myself. I was ready! I wore a multicolored halter and matching shorts. Typical dress for a housewife in a supermarket. Except that I had a pair that still attracted attention.
He drove out of town a few miles, pulled up at a medium-luxury motel with the usual cafe and lounge attached. I'd never been here. I was no longer worried about coming home late. Arny and I had an "understanding."
We walked into the lounge, which was as dark as sin, and he picked a table far back in a super-shadowy corner. Cozy. The waitress wore snug pants and a tight upper that showed the bare curves of her tits, her cleavage. A twist of her shoulders would expose her nipples, sure as hell.
I had my usual martini, and he had bourbon on the rocks. His charisma was reaching me. I'd been excited ever since I'd called him. He was evidently a wheel in his department, could get away almost any time.
"I didn't think you'd call, Fran," he murmured, touching my hand on the tabletop.
I shivered, my clit tingling. "I just wanted to."
"Good! You've been on my mind a lot lately." His fingers tightened. "But you must understand, I can't drop the ongoing investigation of Honan Mau's death."
"I... I realize that, Carl."
He seemed very relieved. "I never met anyone like you, Fran. And I don't mean your obvious physical endowments... " He grinned and we both laughed softly. My tits again! "You're bright and intelligent, and... "
"Hold up there!" I objected, as the drinks came. The girl walked away without any money. Evidently he had a tab here. But then some bars kept track and the customer didn't pay until he or she left.
"But you used to work in a library, you're well-read."
"And emotionally disturbed," I added.
"I'm aware of that. I checked you out quite thoroughly. An interesting job."
"Oh, come on, now!" I murmured, feeling warm toward him, and not just in the cunt, either. "I'm also lazy. I don't do a damn thing. My husband wants me to be all rested and fresh just for him. He's spoiled me."
"You deserve it. And he can afford it."
We sipped awhile. I realized he also probably knew that Mom was now very wealthy. Some of the farm land she owned had started producing more than corn. Oil, the magic-maker. I was the only heir. What a nice comfortable feeling!
"I appreciate that you aren't trying to rush me right into bed," I said, and meant it. He grinned. "Oh, I can't wait for that! But I want you to know you're very special."
My pussy was wet, my nipples erecting. No more "falling" for a guy, I told myself. Arny has his little pleasures on the side; he probably never really stopped when he brought me here to Hawaii. I have my diversions. I can't ever feel about Arny the way I did before. I'm a convenience for him, home-fucking. I still care, but it's not the same. The novelty of my big tits has faded. Even when I'm a much better fuck, he won't remain "true" to me. Men are beasts! They want a harem!
"That's nice to know, Carl!" I pressed my knee against his, beneath the table, and I murmured. "Let's do it!"
He leaned back, finishing his drink. In the uncertain light I couldn't see his eyes, but the intensity of his stare shot tremors up and down my bod. At least I was something of a "person" to him and not just a pair of tits and a cunt.
The room was down a hallway just off the lounge, very convenient. And inside it was very plushy. With the door locked, he turned and folded me into his arms. I shuddered, my lips spreading as he took them, poking his tongue far into my mouth. I urged my tits into his chest. I curved my crotch at his basket.
Ohhh, he felt good! Was I becoming a tramp? Did all men excite me? Something with pants on and a prick inside? No, no! I was very particular! Carl would be only the third man ever to slip a cock into me!
The drapes were already closed, and he didn't move to turn on any more light. Enough came through the draperies. We sat on the edge of the wide bed and got acquainted. When his play-hand touched my tits, still inside the halter, he trembled, his tongue stroking faster.
I was finding out how much cock he had inside his pants, and a sweet shiver passed through my loins. A horse! Maybe not like Cliff, but almost! How lucky I was to be finding real men! But I knew it wasn't luck. The female makes the choices. I was drawn to the stallions. They were drawn to me.
My halter came down at last, and he stopped kissing to stare at my thrusting twin charmers. My nipples were tumid.
"God!" he exhaled. His left arm tightened around my naked waist.
"Have fun with them," I giggled, waving them at him.
"You fox, you!" he whispered.
"Let's get undressed, Stud," I whispered, fondling his covered prick. I was on the neat borderline between "cozy nice" and "bitch." I was not sure how he'd react to a lot of verbal slutty filth. I would try it this way!
Of course he had been in and out of a lot of bedrooms, but his movements and obvious excitement were highly complimentary! Looking back now, in the light of new sensual experience, I could see how smooth and practiced Arny had been -- the right words, the right touches, the sincerity. Sophisticated man of fifty-one and a greenhorn from the sticks. He's found a thirty-year-old virgin. He had taught me how to skin a cock. I had been "in love!" How silly, how old-fashioned!
Cliff had been just as slick. He'd got what he wanted. Good Old Boys passing me back and forth, for kicks.
I was on the bed first, my bikini panties hanging on a bedpost. When his briefs came down I trembled. A very big knob! Lots of length and thickness, but the crowning glory was that tremendous glans. His skin was taut around the dark purple flesh, and clear wetness showed across it.
"Horse!" I breathed, opening my thighs and pushing my tits high.
He cursed softly under his breath and crawled over to my right, right where I wanted him! His hand on my breasts was so eager and appreciative! His personal aroma stimulated me -- a more subtle scent, but no less masculine. Hardly any body hair. Beautifully fit, well-muscled. Flat hard belly. His tan covered everywhere except at his loins, where his swimsuit had kept the sun from his flesh.
I hated to think the word "hunk." He was all man. His walk, his manner, his eyes -- all said it.
We kissed again, this time with me doing a lot of tongue sliding. His hand on my tits grew bolder; my nipples ached, they stood high and hard, like miniature cocks. My clit was having a ball, too. What a nice little hard-on!
I whined into his mouth, reached over to feel his cock and his hand fluttered down across my belly to my crotch. Nnnn! I opened my thighs wide, tipped mystinging cunt upward, and he claimed it. God! He shook. I knew he could feel my fun-juice on his palm, the puffy condition of my cunt-mouth.
Arny and Cliff, you fuckers, you aren't in it with Carl! I thought. The vibes are better and richer! I can't believe it! I'll blow my mind! And if he so much as runs a finger in my cunt, I'm going offff!
He raised up, took a nipple in his lips. His finger did slip into my pussy and I did start to come!
"Ohhh!" I cried, arching my cunt high. "Ohhhh, Carl! Ohhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!"
Luscious twinges claimed my loins. My slit pulsed. My cunt spasms on his finger energized my whole being! My nipple seemed to lengthen in his lips -- it seemed to be exploding with lovely sensation! I didn't buck and pant and spew out a lot of profanity. I didn't need to! I was coming so wonderfully, so completely. Wave after wave of gratifying tremors fed my need. I softened, breathing hard, patting his big-knobbed cock.
"You wonderful creature, you," he breathed around my nipple. "So passionate, so adorable!"
Was I hearing right, was he telling the truth? Could I indeed be "special?" Arny and Cliff had conned me so expertly and so cleverly. I was not fighting to keep my different personalities under control; I was floating along in a rich, sweet afterglow that was more than physical!
I didn't need to shout a lot of rotten words, kick my legs and act like a whore, not with Carl! Lana and I didn't have to turn filthy, either. But pussy is never the same as a real man. Not for me! I was having emotions that almost startled me.
I'm crazy about Carl, and he hasn't even fucked me yet, I thought. He's real, he's solid, he's honest. And he thinks I'm pretty damn wonderful. God! Arny won't ever touch me again! I'm moving out! Fuck him and his weirdo mother-and-daughter thing! I wonder what else he's done? I don't give a shit!
I softened and cooed and felt so utterly at ease with him. He kept his hand on my pussy while he kissed my mouth. Mmmm!
Slowly now he crawled above me. I gasped, my thighs far back, my crotch angled high. He trembled, his big cock tensing, and I reached down to guide it to my swollen cunt. As the glans spread my tender labia, as he eased it deeper, I knew then how I'd been tricked my Arny and Cliff.
Nothing had ever felt so clingingly delicious! My flesh was already tightening around his cock, and when he rammed it deep I started another orgasm! My loins heaved, my pelvis churned, my clit throbbed, my breasts coned high. And I shouted my joy!
I never went off this deep and hard in my life! I thought, wildly: My cunt knows when it's got a winner; my brain knows it, too. I know what real affection, from deep inside, really is! Oh, Lana adores me. But I crave a man, a real man, like Carl!
He remained slanted above me, watching me, while I finished my goodies and floated into a sylvan glade of complete sensual relief. I giggled softly, caressing his shoulders, his face.
"I never had a loving like this, honey," I breathed.
"God! I've never had a woman like you, either."
We both realized that a very extraordinary thing was taking place between us. His cock was the center of it, but not all! My cunt was there, too! It was an emotional thing, deep and a little scary. I seemed to be his pussy, and I had to have him!
I don't believe men experience this the way women do, but he was fully aware of what he'd aroused in me! And if the girl cares, that is a big part of total caring.
"Just keep loving me, honey!" I breathed. "We can talk about this later!"
He nodded and began to fuck me.
Okay, you've heard how diligently I worked to be a good bedmate for Arny. And I was good! Maybe too good! He was not able to recover as easily as before; my active cunt sucked every drop of his jism! No wonder he waited four days or longer -- he had to have some energy left for his other cunts!
So, I'd fucked a few girls. I was hoping right then and there, with Carl tending to my intimate needs, I'd never want to take a chick to bed again. And frankly, I didn't want to use that dildo, either.
This was where it was at! This and this and ohhh, this!
Again the purely physical responses were shaded by a very new kind of intimacy between us. Don't make fun of the word "love" Carl was taking charge of me in a whole new way, and my body was answering his with the sweetest responses I could ever imagine!
I don't know how many times I went off, or how much golden time passed... before it was his turn.
I was carried high on an erotic cloud, my mind free and clear of all worries, my body responding with violent clenches and squirmings and heavings! His moment arrived. His shout of triumph, like the whinny of a stallion, tore me to delicious shreds. His knob was the center of my universe! It's throbbing matched the spasming of my cuntal deeps! My own shouts rang around the room, and I had another orgasm before he was hardly finished!
He settled down on me, his cock still impaling my flesh, and I hugged him with all my strength. He whispered in my ear.
"I have to have you, Fran! You belong to me."
"I know, honey! I'm moving out, I've had it with Arny. We can find a place... "
"You mean it, don't you?" His voice was husky.
"Damn right I mean it, honey!" I clenched my cunt and pushed my big charmers up at him.
"Jeeesus," he breathed.
"Want to rest a while?" I purred. "I don't care when I get back home!"
"Hell, I don't either," he laughed, tensing his cock. "I have two days off. Think we can get enough of this in that length of time?"
"I need a bushel of it," I giggled.
"God! I believe it... You could move into my pad, if it looks okay to you." He drew out of me, reluctantly, and I enjoyed the view of his big cock, creamed with jism and pussy-juice. I handed him the towel I had snatched from the bathroom earlier. Aren't I a thoughtful pussy?
"I'm sure your place will be fine," I said.
He rested there a moment, grinning, reaching out to fondle my tender expanded tits.
"Damn, you're an agreeable person!"
"I can cook, too," I giggled.
"My place isn't a penthouse, Fran... "
"I don't care," I said, and he realized I meant it. "You've turned me clear around, you and your nice big cock, and now you'll have to put up with me!"
He laughed. "I don't make big money... "
"I'll get a job! I've been wanting to be useful, anyway. Lying on my ass, doing nothing! It gets so boring. Money isn't the whole picture, Carl. As long as we have this!"
I patted his cock and he squeezed my pussy. We laughed.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"I've never seen you look so happy and sexy!" Lana smiled, her dark warm eyes on my tits.
"We're so glad for you!" Susi exclaimed.
"We want you two to come and visit whenever you can," I said. We were in Carl's apartment, a ground-level unit that was very adequate for our immediate purposes.
Two days since our momentous date in the motel room, I had moved out of the penthouse, in with Carl, and I felt very good about it. Arny had been his usual calm self, on the outside, at least. But he didn't like it.
The thought of causing any trouble for me must have been dropped swiftly when he realized who had taken me away from him. Carl was a highly respected person, both on the force and around the city. He had been alone for five years after his native wife had died. He had come from Minnesota more than fifteen years earlier.
Dr. Swenson had great hopes for me; he predicted that within a few years I would be completely well. I hadn't turned evil and vicious since the awful thing in the rest room. Carl had not questioned me any more.
"When will your big handsome lover be home, honey?" Lana asked. Susi giggled and squirmed her plump ass on the sofa.
"Not until after six," I said. It was now barely one in the afternoon. The girls had a day off.
"We'd love to have a kind of farewell party with you, honey!" Lara purred, her tongue flicking between her red fleshy lips.
I shivered. I knew how good they were, and I was turning on.
"Kids, I want to save it all for Carl!" I protested. "We know," Susi laughed. "He looks like a real stud!"
"Look, I'll figure something out," I said. "Honest! You two are very special."
They laughed, we visited a while, and they left -- soft and fragrant and appealing as ever. Their farewell kisses, with tongue, had stirred my glands. Carl and I had had a day of rest, and tonight was to be the big night. I wanted to get away from the lezzie stuff entirely.
And I had a job! This was Friday, and on Monday I would go to work at the Honolulu National Library. I had applied the day before, having paid for a phone call to Creston, Iowa, and my credentials had impressed the head librarian.
I had talked to Mom, later, and she seemed delighted that I had taken up with a man nearer my own age. If I remarried, eventually, and I felt quite certain I would after all the legalities were disposed of, she promised to send me a nice expensive gift. Her oil money was literally pouring in, and she was growing richer by the day.
She promised to visit when I made things legal -- she has very old fashioned ideas about premarital sex. My voice evidently told her how happy I was.
So I rested and put finishing touches on his apartment, arranging some of my own things, and at five I began preparing for a very big evening with my new stud lover!
I met him at the door in the sheerest red wrapper I owned.
He stared, he grinned, and rushed inside, kicking the door shut behind him. I laughed, turned and ran into the living room, where he caught me easily and pushed me down on the sofa.
"You delicious tease!" he chuckled.
"Animal," I giggled, watching his right hand slip inside the filmy wrapper and claim a breast. "Before you get all horny, why don't you shower and change into something comfortable, honey."
"Yeah, but you're so damned desirable... "
"I know. I'm sorry about last night. I had to have it out with Arny. You were on duty that late, so I got a room at a motel. Arny never touched me! When he left this morning, I brought my things over here " Of course I'd called him several times, explained what I was doing. I had dropped by his office to pick up a key to his apartment. He had told me later, on my next call, that I had made a good impression at headquarters.
"So they wanted to know if my tits were real, huh?"
He had laughed.
Now he was here, I was turning wet and it appeared he wanted more of me before he had his shower. My lips spread delectably against his, his tongue stroked in my eager mouth, my tender nipples began to peak and stiffen, heavenly little tremors possessed my entire being. How I needed this!
Hanging onto his mouth, I reached for his cock-lump. Ohhh! I was quivering with need! I'd been tremulous with accumulated anticipation the whole day! As his roving hand left my swollen tits and slid down between my spreading thighs, I knew he wanted me to "get one" right here and now! And it wouldn't take much! He fondled my cunt. The stings of joy were fantastic! The tremendous appeal of him, the intimacy that meant so much to me after being smoothly and expertly used by two con men, Arny and Cliff, roared through me in a honeyed tide.
Mom had seen through Arny immediately. She had tried to reason with me. But does an old maid, who finally sees a way to marry a big strong older man, ever listen to sound advice? Hell no! I was blinded by what I thought was true love. When he finally got his cock in me and made me come, that clinched it. I had to be in love!
He had brought his new native bride to Hawaii and had got his fill of her, more or less, and then he'd gone back to his old ways. I was decorative, a good piece of ass when he couldn't arrange something on the outside. And I was stupid!
Well, I'd had my fun with females and had learned how to be a much better lay. And Carl was reaping the sensual benefits!
I knew he hadn't lived alone all those years after his wife's death -- I had even found a few little things in his apartment that indicated a fairly recent feminine visitor. It appeared, on my first visit this morning, that he'd had it professionally cleaned; he hadn't wanted me to see it the day we "had missed." Just as well!
Harsh words with Arny had not turned me on; just the opposite. So a night alone in that motel had done me good.
All that was past now. The future looked terrific. I knew I could give him all the hot pussy he could handle! His kind of sex was infinitely more satisfying than any I'd had before. It was not quantity, like how many times I could come off, but the quality of his attentions. I didn't have to be a female athlete in bed.
Oh, he wanted me to share and cooperate, but he was the leader, the boss between the sheets -- and I loved it! I think women like to be dominated at certain times. Especially during a nice long fuck! Men still want to wear the pants in the family. Screw around with that too much, and you're in trouble.
As his finger tickled along my bare wet crevice, and he drove his tongue deep in my mouth, as his best finger sneaked slickly and voluptuously into my cunt, it was welcome-home come-time! I moaned and bucked on his hand and the dreamy stings of passion roared through me, pulse after swift sweet pulse!
How I love to go off with his mouth glued to mine! It is an intimate and very personal thing! I hunched until the goodies faded slightly and he unfastened his clinging mouth, keeping his best finger warmly in my cunt.
"God, I love it!" I gasped.
"You come with such enthusiasm," he breathed, patting my pussy. "Now, will that hold you till I change?"
"Ummm!" I giggled. "Hurry, will you?"
"You could mix us a drink apiece, sugar."
"Done!" I murmured, hating it when he eased his hand from my cunt and walked into the bedroom. His pants were tented out. He wanted it!
I moved to his little bar setup and made the drinks with loving care. Bourbon on the rocks. A good, solid man's drink. I had a gin and tonic. I didn't need to fuss with a martini. My fingers trembled. I was glowing with erotic expectation. My nipples poked at the wrapper as if they intended to stay hard for hours! My clit was up, ohhh, very up!
My cunt was already pooched way out, wet and ready.
I had returned Lana's dildo, and hoped I would never want one again. I knew where to buy any kind I liked if that need ever arose. Real cock is so much better! Real cock is where it's at!
Seated on the sofa, my drink in hand and his on the end table, I relaxed and cuddled down into the cushions, hearing the sound of the shower, knowing a kind of peace of mind that hadn't been present in years.
The dead man, Honan Mau, still bothered me. I had to ask Carl about it.
When he came out in robe and slippers, deep blue eyes alight with interest and need for me, I said:
"Honey, I have a few things I should say... What is being done... about that prison escapee who died?"
"Oh, we dropped that investigation. Didn't I tell you? He was so full of junk at the time of death, according to the medical examiner who did the autoposy, he would have died in a few hours, anyway. He had dried out in prison. When he got out, he found some high-powered junk - coke -- and took too much. It was like an overdose. What he'd been able to take before, when he'd been on it every day, kicked him like a mule. Whoever hit him did him a favor."
He lifted his drink. A wave of intense relief swept through me. My hand shook. I realized he thought it was because of my erotic excitement. I did him a favor, I thought. God! How fortunate for me! I was going to tell him! Maybe I will, someday. And Doc Swenson, too. I'm clear!
"Are you okay, honey?" he asked, sinking down at my right.
"Yes, yessss!"
"Good! Things have moved along very fast... "
I held my glass out. He grinned, and we clicked the rims together. "To a fine future for us, honey!" I smiled.
"Right!"
Our eyes met and held, we lifted our glasses and sipped. Then we put the drinks aside, and he came over close, his left arm around me, his right hand opening the filmy wrapper to expose my jutting breasts. They were out there a mile!
That powerful sweetness gripped me again, and I arched my boobs so he could see every inch of them. They were his tits now, all his! I opened his robe, slowly and teasingly, to bring his cock out. I stared at the glory of his big knob, swollen and wet where his foreskin framed it, and I opened my thighs, arching my bare pussy up and out so he could see every detail.
"A real mutual admiration society," he chuckled.
"That's your pussy now, you know," I breathed. "And so are these big boobs!"
"And who's cock is this?" He winked.
"Mine!" I giggled, reaching out to claim it. His hand took charge of my pussy, and his mouth came down to possess a nipple. My fingers closed around his rigid cock, his fun juice wetting my hand. Glorious! His lips around my stinging nipple seemed to burn the areola! My spire of tender flesh had never felt so sensitive! The other nipple stiffened, too.
He hugged my cunt. I began to thrust at his hand, and the fabulous thrills that chased between my tits and my pussy drew a whine of pure pleasure from my throat. I was ready to come again! But I rested in a cove of anticipation, trembling and shaking. He sensed my wish to prolong the voluptuous thrills.
Waiting for me to make the moves that would draw my fun, he sucked gently on my straining nipple, increasing the wonderful suspense. It was all so much more intense than it had been with Arny. Every nuance of delight was brighter, more vivid!
Oh, clever Cliff had banged me good and hard. I could not fault the fine time with him and his supercock, but I'd been a plaything, a sexy toy for his delectation. He had "sold" me as adroitly as Arny had. Damn them both! Carl was so much better!
"Now, honey, now!" I gasped, hunching up on his fingers.
He drew my tautened nipple far into his mouth, his hand pressed my fleshed-out cunt and the heavenly throbs that pounded through my loins and pulsed my clit were fabulous, exquisite!
"Ohhh, Carl! Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
In my thrall of completion, as my cunt clenched as if his prick were in there, I heard the sofa creaking under my bouncing ass, and I cried out again! A twin-come already! Ohhh, too much! I hunched and panted and finally slumped back, tasting the after-thrills, glorying in the pleasure he was giving me.
"You foxy pussy, you," he breathed around my nipple.
"Love it, love it!" I gasped. I fondled his cock with loving caresses. "Oh, Carl, it's so wild and furious with you!"
He trembled, nuzzling my breasts, his cock tensing. He needed pussy around it, my pussy!
"Let me crawl up in your lap, Stud!" I giggled.
"Sure, it sounds interesting!"
I slid around and straddled his knees, pausing there to enjoy the view of his big-headed cock, hard and high. His crotch aroma bladed my senses, I couldn't wait any longer. I gripped his shoulders, dug my knees into the sofa and lifted my ass. He helped me. I found his glans with my tender swollen cunt and began to ease it up into my shivery flesh.
"Ohh!" I cried, my vagina tightening. "Ohhhh, wow! Ohhh, I'm coming!"
I stroked downward! My loins quaked, my fun nerves tautened and I felt his nice big cockhead hit my sensitive cuntal depths. Then my entire pelvis exploded! My tits jiggled in his face; my pelvis churned swiftly, erotically. My fun-gun was shooting all over the place. I was in heaven! Honeyed wrenches of pure delight fanned out from my heaving loins.
I'd had it good a lot of times recently, but this was almost too wonderful to bear. I whined and hunched and wiggled! I don't know how many times I climaxed.
"Baby, baby," came faintly to my ears as I softened at last, loving his cock, slumped against him, my pussy still fluttering in sugary aftermath.
"Oh, Carl," I moaned, panting my joy. "I lose my mind when you get that big thing up in me!"
He gripped my rump and cuddled me until the fever began to subside. Even in my thrall of completion I knew he hadn't climaxed, thank goodness! I'd gone after it too quickly!
God! Sex had never been so thorough and nerve-shattering.
"I need a recess,' he murmured.
"Oh, yes, honey," I breathed.
He helped me lift away, back down on the sofa at his left. I certainly didn't want him to squirt his jism just yet. We had a whole evening to share and enjoy!
Clever me, I'd brought a towel to the sofa. We used it. We looked at each other and broke out laughing.
"I got the bed all fixed up for us, and we end up getting it in the living room," I giggled.
"That's for starters," he grinned.
We stood and walked into the bedroom. The bed was turned back, with his best sheets in place, a soft light glowing in a far corner although daylight came in around the drapes. I had found a sexy mural folded away in a bureau drawer, and I'd pinned it to the wall at the foot of the bed.
It showed two Island girls doing a sixty-nine.
"Were you afraid that would shock me, honey?" I kidded.
"I wasn't sure," he chuckled.
"I've been in Hawaii long enough to accept some of the local customs, honey."
"Uh, would you let me favor you, sweetie?" he asked, sliding down on the bed.
"I'd adore it!" I purred. "How do you want me?"
"Oh, just get comfortable and I'll do the rest."
I giggled and put pillows at the head of the bed. I sprawled out, thighs wide apart, my flushed expanded cunt angled upward. He looked at me, and his prick lifted even higher. I writhed my ass invitingly.
He moved down between my legs, slid a hand beneath each ass-cheek as his mouth lowered toward my trembling eager cunt. I reached down and opened my upper labia so he could see my coral tumid clitoris. We hadn't gotten into this at the motel on our first big date. I had looked forward to it!
"Damn!" he breathed, gazing at my sex.
I tensed my girlie-cock, he trembled. "What beauty!"
"It's all yours, honey," I breathed. "Just like my pussy and tits and mouth!"
His hands tightened, he brought his mouth down, his lips enclosing my tender clit. Sting after luscious erotic sting enveloped my loins, and my little woman-cock tensed again.
"Ohhh, ohhh!" I gasped. My hands went to my breasts, and he watched my fingers pet my upjutting tender mounds. His eyes gleamed. I knew how he adored fondling my tits himself, and seeing me do it excited him delightfully.
My boobs were part of my fun-thing long before a man or girl touched them, and I retain the right to enjoy them myself. They are unique, so firm and forward-jutting, and when I lie down during sex, they stand up like minor Matterhorns.
They had snared Arny and Cliff and several females. They had intrigued Carl, and the rest of my bod obviously did too! So I pampered my beauties and exercised to keep them looking good.
After my recent disillusionments with men, a little voice inside me said not to put all my eggs in one basket, no matter how bright the trimmings. Well, I had to give Carl a real chance to prove that he did care for me. My improved mental state said so: Dr. Swenson had noted great progress in my search for personal emotional balance.
So now I relaxed and toyed with my big lovely tits, my thick, tender long nipples, and watched Carl sip at my cunt. I'd had better, but not from a man. He loved eating pussy, my pussy! He almost smacked his lips!
I always felt that mouth-kissing was a prelude to cunt-kissing. And, if the books I read are correct, most men won't do it. And plenty of women won't suck cock, either. Too bad! It's a most wonderful experience.
Lana and Susi understood all this. They didn't have to read books; they simply did what came naturally, what felt good. No ridiculous western inhibitions. Considering how I'd grown up, I had been ready for Arny's various sexual gambits where a lot of women would have revolted.
Girls who are raised in a Bible belt village know what I'm talking about. Well, sometimes ignorance is bliss. Working in a library had put me right in the middle of a veritable treasure trove of knowledge, and the books the library board wouldn't buy I bought myself and took home.
I'm sure I was the best informed young woman in Creston, Iowa -- in the area of sex and voluptuous sensations -- before a man or woman even touched me! Arny had found an intelligent virgin, and I had easily adjusted to his moves and habits in bed, and I know I was putting out a good piece of ass.
I'd been in love with him!
My subconscious inner self had known better. Once I had tried to take a pair of scissors to his cock and balls.
I hoped no impulses would ever strike me that way with Carl! I'd been laid back and relaxed ever since I'd met him. I could hang loose with him. Very favorable signs!
Now, as he feasted delicately at my cunt, as I coned my tits into supersensitive sharpness, I realized that my body again knew more than my brain. With him every sensation was sharper and more vivid; the stings of pleasure fed a core of need inside me that no one else had aroused!
He dallied with me, he teased me, he made the pre-come thrills just heavenly!
Once more it was not the number of orgasms I could achieve -- it was the richness and exotic intensity of every little nuance. At thirty-two, with two experienced men and several knowledgeable girls behind me, I was reaching that wonderful state of complete sensual awareness. I had it.
And it showed.
A sexually satisfied woman is a happy woman. My mirror told me; my shrink knew it. I knew it, down deep inside.
Ohhh, now Carl was bringing me home! I whimpered, I arched my cunt higher, my nipples swelled, my clit hardened, and then the sensual delight rippled through my bod in luscious waves! My lip-enclosed clitoris pulsed, my pussy-mouth clenched, and the busy honeyed pounds of my joy attained a new vibrant entrancement! I was climaxing everywhere in my being!
I shouted! The room hazed slightly, my ears rang, and the after-tremors shook me almost as completely as the orgasm. His lips remained glued to my sex. He held me there tightly and possessively until the flood of need ebbed, and I went limp with gratification.
"Ohhh, Carl," I breathed, reaching down to caress his shoulders and lace my fingers in his wavy blonde hair.
He kissed my swollen cunt, obviously hating to stop enjoying the flushed coral gash of my flesh. It was as if part of my inner cunt was turned inside out. Fabulous! A honeyed fever enveloped my being -- I was turned on in a way I'd never been before, and I was purring like a well-petted kitten.
"Fran, you're too much," he whispered.
"Just as long as you want me, I'm here, honey!"
He grinned and slid up my left side. His hand claiming my tender expanded cunt. He seemed as happy as a schoolboy out on his first date.
"God, we're good together," I whispered, reaching for and holding his cock.
"Damn right, you sexy fox, you!"
I cuddled, soaking up the virile aroma and feel of him. I urged my pussy up at his fingers, playfully arching my tits and wiggling my ass. His rigid cock flexed. It was slick around the knob with his clear fluids.
"Am I going to be able to satisfy you, vixen?" he chuckled, sliding his best finger into my eager trembling cunt. I lifted on it, shivering. I tightened my vagina! "If your nice big cock has enough pussy, you can always treat me with your fingers and mouth!"
His soft deep laugh sent tremors through my body. He kissed me hard on the mouth, with a lot of sliding tongue, and urged me over on top! Now, how on earth could he tell I wanted to top-ride?
Maybe because we both knew he could last longer in that position. And who wanted to be in a hurry on a night like this?
I adjusted my knees and settled my achy cunt at the root of his cock, letting my swollen labia press against his meat. His hands lifted to my boobs, where I wanted them, and I squirmed my butt, giggling.
The vivid memory of my furious delight in his lap was a constant enticement. I had rushed that one, but not this one! I made another minor change in my pose and pushed my stinging clit against his heated cockshaft.
"Teaser!" he smiled, tweaking my tender nipples.
"Ohhh, that's good," I breathed, hunching carefully. "You made my clit very sensitive!"
"Ummm," he murmured. "It's your turn, you do it all."
"Love it," I breathed. Cozy thrills spread from my crotch; my clitoris tensed. Having his rigid cock so close, and not feeling it up inside was exquisite torture!
"I need one, right now!" I gasped.
"Well, enjoy yourself, sweetie."
"You're so good to me, honey! Ohhh!" I rocked my hips. My thighs gripped his body, my nipples peaked in his cupping hands, I hunched along slowly, panting, inching my way to a crest. I wanted him up in my cunt, but I was so far along now I couldn't wait! My clit was ready, flexing with joyful anticipation. My puffed-out labia twitched against his prick, the sugary twinges came faster, faster! I waited a few more heartbeats, tasting the suspense, and then I hit it!
My ass jiggled, my nipples pulsed, my clitoris throbbed against his cockroot, my inner cunt tightened delectably! I cried out! I humped and bucked, shaking the bed! Ohhh, this was the very best dry fuck I'd ever known.
As before, there was a new richness and depth in my responses. The thrills were more searching, more erotic. I whimpered and bobbed my ass, sailing into the aftermath with my big tits quaking against his chest, my hips thrusting, thrusting. Ohhh, ohhh!
"The foxy chick has her fun," he murmured in my ear, holding my ass. The feel of his naked cock along my belly was superdelish!
"You like to feel me come, too, you dirty man, you!"
He laughed. I rested there, momentarily sated, my pussy-juice leaking down around his cockroot and balls. The pillowy feel of my tits on his chest added to my enjoyment.
"I got a job today," I said, proudly.
"The hell! Where?"
I told him, and he seemed mightily pleased. "I go to work Monday morning, honey. This is Friday. So, by then, I should be tamed down enough to concentrate on something besides you and your neat big long cock!"
He fondled my ass, lifting his chest on my breasts, giving me more tingles. I could wait no longer, I had to have his cock back up in me!
I lifted, angled my crotch high, and located his hot wet knob with my shivery cunt. Slowly, delectably, I oozed it up, up, uuuup! I pussy-tightened around it! Ohhh, his large-knobbed cock seemed to be up in my liver! Right where it belonged!
I sat on his loins, and he cuddled my tits. The spicy sensations were what I needed; his cock was what I needed! My clit hardened, I rocked my hips, and waited! Uhhh! His smile, his appreciation of my charms, filled me with fierce caring. My vagina fluttered; I clenched it! His eyes widened, his shaft flexed, and that expression of pure lust that men show when they're having their pussy-fun touched his rugged sensitive face.
I had no doubt that he had fucked a number of sophisticated Hawaiian girls so my cuntal activity was not all that new for him. But I had something they didn't -- a big hard pair of tits! Maybe other things about me excited and pleased him, too. He loved the taste and texture of my pussy, my prominent clit. And the way I climaxed! Yes! A man wants to feel he's the best lover in the world, and for me, Carl was!
I began to hunch -- slowly now, with my nipples poking at his palms, my thighs in tightly at his sides. The look on his face, the extra tautness of his cock, fired my lust. He was going to come! No reckless bucking yet! Carefully, teasingly, so we could enjoy the stinging thrills before the big ones, I coaxed both of us toward the summit.
I paused and dallied and drew it out as long as I could. My nerves bunched for the kill! I rode a little high so my clit could join in the exotic delights. No words; we were too involved! The voluptuous tension built even higher!
My cunt tightened. I had reached my limit! He knew it, he gripped my breasts, his big knob pulsed, sending heavenly shock waves through my whole being! I began my honey ride. Oh! Oh, yess! Ohhh! Ohhhh, it was coming, big and hard!
My hips flew, my loins convulsed, the delicious heaving and wrenching of my pelvis drew a shout from my throat! The throb of his cock, the answering clenches of my busy cunt rocked me into a pink cloud of total erotic ecstasy! I finished one orgasm and plunged into another. I panted and strained and fucked! The spasms inside me, from my tits to my crotch, were the most violent I had ever known! My cunt was alive!
When the cuntal storm began to ease, turning into sugary twinges of relief, when my tits were cradled to his heaving chest again, I knew a kind of peace I could hardly believe. He had groaned and shouted, but my cries had downed him out!
We gasped and hung onto each other for long heavenly moments. A rich balming aftermath flooded through me. His still-rigid cock was the center of my universe! I knew then I was his pussy in a manner I'd never experienced before. I belonged to him, and he belonged to me.
"Damn, damn," he breathed, hugging me tightly.
I clenched my cunt. I pushed my tits at his sweaty chest. The bounty of his loins was creaming the joining of cunt and cock. The aroma of him engulfed my senses.
"God," I whispered, shivering. "It was never like this, honey!"
