He stepped out of the shadows of her bedroom. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the soft curves of her body beneath the thin silk robe. Joanne's tits thrust sharply against the delicate fabric as they heaved with her rapid breathing. The robe fell open to reveal the satin skin of her thighs and the golden tan of her legs. She moistened her lips in excitement and waited for him to step toward the bed where she lay waiting.
"So long," she breathed, "I've waited so long for you to come, I ached so long for you to touch me, to hold me, to fuck me."
"That makes us even," he laughed huskily. "I've been aching to touch that luscious body since I first saw you. My cock is dying to get into your hot pussy. I want to suck your tits. I want to fuck your ass until you beg me to keep it up forever."
Joanne Gamay watched him as his soft tread brought him nearer her bed. She opened her arms as he sat down beside her and reached an arm around her to pull her into his arMs. She came willingly and his lips closed over hers. His tongue glided between her lips and pressed against her own trembling tongue. The lovely brunette shivered as his hand cupped a waiting tit. He fondled the shimmering globe, then reached beneath her gown to caress its silken surface. His finger played over her nipple until she was arching her back to push the tit harder against his caresses.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured as his other hand began to stroke along her thigh. Joanne teased his neck and shoulders with her fingers as she felt his hand steal up into the lush growth of black hair around her cunt. She sucked on his mouth as fully as he sucked hers. She twisted her chest to rotate her tit in the grip of his hand. Joanne trembled in delight as his fingers played about her cuntlips and began to stroke along her throbbing clit.
He dropped his face to her tits and began to kiss them. His tongue flicked lightly over a nipple, sending shivers of sparkling delight through the woman. He caught one tit in his lips and began to suck the delicious button as Joanne writhed in erotic pleasure.
"I'm so glad you came," she told him in a voice shaking with passion. "I've been hoping every night you would. I come to bed every night with my tits tingling and my pussy throbbing just thinking about you."
"So now I'm here," he smiled as he laid her back onto the bed and bent over her pliant body. "Now I'm here to get that fuck I've wanted every time I looked at you."
His finger slipped into the passage of her cunt. Joanne jumped at the sudden pleasure of the entrance. He pumped slowly, twisting the finger outward to stimulate her pussy walls. She could feel the sweet flow of her oils as her body responded to his gentle but passionate ministrations.
She reached up and began to remove his shirt. She opened the shirt and let her hands rove deliciously about his broad chest. Her fingers slipped through the rich growth of brown hair. She played with his taut nipples, then slipped the shirt over his shoulders as he lifted his hands from her pussy and tits for a moment.
"You are a lot of man," she told him, her eyes glowing in anticipation as she ran her hands more sensuously across his chest. "You're enough man to satisfy a woman. I'm sure of that."
He ran a second finger into her cunt and spread the fingers outward against her pulsing pussy walls. He sucked strongly on a tit, his tongue lapping firmly against the tightening nipple. He depressed the nipple with his tongue, then let it pop back out as he savored the sweet taste of her tits.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned as he lifted his head again. "You haven't even discovered how much man I am yet. My manhood is still in my pants, struggling to get out."
Joanne grabbed for his buckle and rapidly released it. She loosened his belt, then unzipped his pants. Her hand trembled as she reached inside and grasped the firm mass of flesh. Slowly she straightened the cock and pulled it out. The huge pecker swung upward as it was released from its captivity. She gripped the hardening shaft, hardly able to believe the size of the huge prick. Joanne pumped the skin gingerly as she watched the sway of the monstrous cockhead.
"See what I mean!" he laughed. "That's a man-sized cock. You'll feel that pecker when it gets in you. Man, you already have it throbbing!"
Joanne swallowed in mixed excitement and fear as she looked at the cock in her hands. It would certainly stretch her little pussy. Yes, but what a delicious feeling it would be to have her cunt stuffed with all that meat.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, and pumped the cock more vigorously. "Just as long as you get me greased up before you shove it in me. That's all I ask. Just get me good and lathered first."
"Sure," he promised. "I'll take care of that body of yours. I'll have that sweet little cunt panting and pleading for all this meat of mine. What a delicious little body to stick it in. Damn! I never thought such a little broad could have so much ass and tit! All this woman in such a tiny little package."
Joanne stuck her tongue out at him in a playful pout. She was usually sensitive about her size. All her life she'd been teased because she stood under five feet. If it weren't for D-cup tits, a wasp waist, and the cutest ass in three states, she would feel even more sensitive. As it was, she knew how hot the sight of her voluptuous ninety-five pounds could make a man. She watched the play of lust over his face as he eyed her heaving tits and softly rounded thighs and hips. His hand shook as he pistoned the fingers sensuously in her pussy.
"All this pussy!" he breathed loudly. "All this pussy just for me!"
His big cock shuddered in her hands as she pumped it harder. The skin pealed down the shaft slowly. The bright head glowed beneath the soft light of the lamp beside her bed. She traced the knob with a finger in taunting fashion and watched the ripple of muscles across his chest and shoulders. Joanne gripped the throbbing cockhead in one hand and reached the other beneath the stiff prick to play with his balls.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" he cried in ecstasy. "Lady, you sure know how to get a guy hot. Damn if you haven't got my pecker going crazy."
He intensified the play of his fingers. His knuckles rubbed roughly over her clit, teasing a lush flow of her oil through her quaking pussy. He went after her tits' again with his free hand and with his lips and mouth and tongue.
Joanne twisted wildly on the bed as he worked her to a frenzy of erotic need. She closed her thighs over his hand and hunched her ass to rub her cunt along the teasing fingers.
"Ooooooo!" the sexy brunette cried as she rolled about the bed. "Oooooooooo, you know how to turn me on! I'm hot enough to pop! Come on! I'm ready to be fucked! Get that long, hard cock into my pussy and fuck me!"
He sucked on a tit, then worked his frantic lips downward over her torso. He sucked her navel, then moved his lips in an arc along her trembling hips and over her thighs. Joanne was hissing in anticipation as he came over her thighs and plunged his mouth into her pussy. She shivered as he sucked strongly and noisily at her cunt. His tongue shot out to lap at her glowing clit.
"Ooooo! Oooooooo!" she exclaimed. "Oooooo, don't tease me! You're driving me wild! Hurry and fuck me! I want to feel all that beautiful cock stuffed in me!"
"I told you I'd have you begging," he said as he pulled his mouth reluctantly from her pussy and Tolled his body over on top of her. "I promised you that your delicious pussy would be panting and begging for my pecker."
"Yes!" she panted. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Give me some cock! Please! Give me that beautiful cock!"
He brought his throbbing cockhead to the lips of her quivering cunt. Joanne shuddered as he began to force the mammoth meat into her. The knob swelled against her clit as it entered. The brunette felt her body come up off the bed in the ecstatic thrill of the big prick stretching her pussy as it rammed its way into the narrow passage.
Her cunt felt as it if were about to explode from the invasion of his huge cock. She gasped for breath as he began to fuck her slowly but thoroughly. Each thrust sent electric sparks of passion through her cunt and down her thighs. Her pussy began to suck on his cock as her cunt walls shook with erotic spasms.
"Ohhhhh," she whimpered as she wrapped her legs around his lean, hard body. Her feet touched the pants which had fallen to his thighs. Joanne caught the pants with her toes and shoved them downward until they clung around his ankles. He kicked the pants from his feet.
The brunette caressed the man's driving ass while he rammed the cock further into her steaming cunt. She twisted her body beneath him, thrusting her tits into his chest, feeling his chest hairs against her sensitive nipples.
"Ohhhhhhh," she sighed. "You feel so good in me. That big cock feels so good!"
His hands came around her, one holding her humping ass while the other grasped at her burning tits. He turned her slightly sideways and pulled at the heaving breasts while his cock fucked her more and more rapidly. Joanne's breath was coming in short, excited gasps as the cock shook within her. Her cunt was vibrating wildly about the warm, hard shaft.
"I think that little pussy likes this much cock," he laughed. "Seems like I feel that cunt sucking and chewing on my prick like crazy."
"Mmmmmmmmm," she answered dreamily. "Mmmmmmm. Never had such a sweet cock in my pussy."
He crushed her against his body as he began fucking her wildly, viciously, roughly. Their bodies rolled and twisted on the bed. Joanne lost her sense of direction in the wild, tumbling fuck. The room seemed to be spinning around her.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded as her body began to shake in a wild orgasm. "I want to feel that cock explode inside me. Fuck me! Please! Please! Fill me up with your cum!"
"Damn!" he cried. "You are the sweetest fuck I ever had! I'm ready to explode!"
"Explode then!" she told him. "Explode that fabulous cock in me!"
They held each other tightly as both bodies shook in wild spasms. Joanne wrapped her legs around his pumping ass and hung on as her cunt quivered in rapture. He devoured her mouth with his lips as he sucked the breath from her. Joanne felt the fire of her being flow in a raging circle out her mouth, through him, and back into her body through his plunging prick. She shuddered in the delicious agony of her orgasm, then hung to him more tightly as he poured his jism into her.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" he cried, his cock spewing its hot load into her cunt. "Arnhhhhhh!"
"Mmmmmmm," the little brunette sighed as her glowing pussy hugged the massive cock as it spurted into her. "Mmmmmmmmm! It's so good to find a man who knows how to fuck a woman."
Joanne lay back, cuddling his head against her still-throbbing tits as they relaxed following the beautiful fuck. He kept kissing her tits softly, adoringly. His hand kept petting and caressing her cunt. She lay happily content in the warm afterglow of her passionate climax.
Joanne Gamay slowly got up from the bed. She shook her head to clear it of the remaining mistiness. What a fantasy! What a hell of a fantasy!
The brunette pulled her robe back over her shoulders and walked to the shower. Her cunt was dripping from her daydream.
"Horny bitch, aren't you?" she asked the image in the mirror.
Hell yes, she was horny. She hadn't had a decent fuck in years, many years. Bob Gamay had become less and less exciting in the bed. Perhaps his other interests, like his young blonde assistant, were taking too much out of him. Perhaps he was just getting too old. Joanne didn't really care at this point what the reason was. She was just determined that she was going to get fucked right. One way or the other, her pussy was going to get a real fuck. Enough of those five-minute quickies of Bob's! She wanted a real man for a change. Damn it, she was woman enough to claim a hell of a lot of man!
She stood in front of her mirror and turned her body about, checking the full, round tits, the narrow waist, the flat tummy, the pert ass. Hell yes, she had a better body than any twenty-year-old in town.
Chapter Two
"He's so hot to fuck you he can't stand it," the red-haired woman laughed across the table to Joanne. Betty nodded toward the bulge in the tight swim trunks as Hamilton Hawkins smiled across the pool at the brunette.
"Who?" Joanne asked. "You don't mean Ham. He's interested in Denni, not in me."
"He may be your daughter's boy friend," Betty replied, "but he can't keep his eyes off you. It's you that makes his cock push out his bathing trunks."
"Oh, stop teasing!" the big-titted brunette laughed as she watched the muscular body of the young blond stud.
They sat and sipped their drinks at one of the tables which flanked the pool of the country club. Joanne and Betty came out here two or three times a week, supposedly to bring their children out here. In actuality, the two women came out as an opportunity to be ogled by the golfers who were just finishing their eighteen holes and sitting around with cooling drinks to admire the young girls at the pool and the women at the tables.
Joanne inhaled deeply, feeling her tits thrust deliciously against the thin blouse she wore with her tight shorts. She stretched her tanned legs out and smiled languidly across the water as the broad-chested Hawkins boy dove into the pool. She could imagine how nice it would feel to have that beautiful chest crushing against her tits, and she shivered at the thought. The redhead sensed Joanne's thoughts and laughed suggestively.
"Oh, Betty!" Joanne pouted. "Can't I have some privacy from your dirty thoughts?"
"Whose dirty thoughts?" the taller woman taunted.
"You somehow always manage to get me thinking like that," Joanne complained.
It was true. Betty didn't have to be around her but a few minutes before sex dominated the conversation. Let the sexy redhead stay around for ten minutes or more, and Joanne could think about little except sex. That was the effect that Betty had on her. Joanne had to admit, though, that it was part of the attraction between them. Despite herself and all her strait-laced background, she liked thinking dirty. She enjoyed imagining how various men's cocks would feel going up her little pussy. Her friend's constant suggestions that the men were panting to find out the same thing gave the brunette a big thrill. It was fun being around Betty.
"One of these days I'll get you more than thinking about it," Betty promised. "One of these days I'll get you to go out with me and find out just how much fun fucking can be. You know you can't hold out much longer. You're getting hornier by the day. Not much longer, baby, not much longer."
Joanne blushed and looked away quickly. Her friend was right. She was getting hotter and hotter. If she didn't get fucked soon she'd be ready to explode. The brunette evaded Betty's eyes. She was not ready to admit it to her, not yet. She breathed a deep sigh of relief as she saw the slender form of Denni come running toward her, the handsome young stud just behind her.
Joanne looked up and smiled at her daughter, then at the Hawkins boy. She caught herself as her eyes immediately ran down to the healthy bulge at his groin. Betty might be right about him. Then again, his cock might be that big even before he became excited. The thought of that intrigued Joanne. How large would the boy's cock be when it got hard? She looked up into the dancing eyes of her daughter and wondered if Denni knew how big a pecker was hung between Ham's legs.
"We're leaving," Denni told her. "Ham is going to run me by the house to change. Then we're driving over to Lake Whitcomb to a party."
The sexy young girl kissed her mother affectionately, then pulled her date after her as she ran lightly into the clubhouse. Hamilton smiled at Joanne warmly, his attention focusing on the luscious tits which heaved against her blouse. Joanne returned his smile and watched the two of them until they disappeared into the clubhouse.
"Bet they get in a good fuck before they leave," Betty laughed. "I know I would, if I were Denni."
Joanne knew Betty meant it. Betty.and Carl Sandifer admitted to being swingers. As far as Joanne was aware they were the only real swingers in Warren's Mill, the somewhat conservative little community where they lived. Carl knew that Betty made a weekly trip to Charles Town, where she got herself picked up and fucked at the luxury motel whicti served the crowd at the race track. Betty even knew about Carl's string of girl friends. The redhead astounded Joanne by describing the favorite positions of several of them.
"Since Denni has that big hunk of meat taken care of for the evening, I guess you'll have to settle for Jimmy," Betty continued, motioning toward her son, who had just come out toward the pool.
"The game must be over," Joanne answered as she looked for her own teenage son. "Hope the boys did well."
The wave of victory her Bobby gave her as he came out of the clubhouse assured her that the boys had been successful with their baseball team. Joanne watched Jimmy and Bobby walk over to join a group of high school girls lounging around the pool. She smiled at the compact body of her i as he stood beside the tall, angular Jimmy. Nice kids, Joanne thought.
"Really growing up, aren't they?" Betty noted. "Wonder how good they are in the sack?"
"Oh Betty!" Joanne protested again, remembering the comment the redhead had just made about Jimmy. "You talk like you'd want me to seduce your son."
"Of course," her friend replied. "Damn right I would. I'll bet he'd give you a hell of a fuck, too. He would if he's anything like his old man. Besides, he's really hung up on those tits of yours. Talks about them, all the time."
Joanne looked at her in shock. She wanted to make a joke out of the conversation, then realized that Betty was not joking at all. The redhead was seriously suggesting that her best friend and her son shack up.
The brunette shuddered at the thought and felt very ill-at-ease. She needed a good fuck, but not from a fifteen-year-old boy. Not from her son's best friend. No way! Just because Bob Gamay had fucked a few high school girls was no reason for her to get it on with the boys. If she was going to be fucked, she wanted a man old enough for her. How would she ever be able to explain to Bobby if she let Jimmy fuck her?
"Think about it," Betty suggested. "Think it over. You and Jimmy. Me and Bobby. I hear he's got hot pants for my ass. We could have a hell of a party some afternoon."
Joanne fought back the temptation to lash out in anger at her friend. She looked at the calm expression on the redhead's face. Betty meant no harm in her suggestion. She and Carl had a different life-style from other people-and Betty had trouble understanding the different feeling of others.
"I'll think it over," Joanne finally agreed as a way of ending the conversation. "But don't count on it. You'll get me to Charles Town with you a hell of a lot sooner. If I decide I need a good fuck, I'd rather go that way."
"Tonight?" Betty asked brightly. "We can swing by for some dresses, then head up the highway. We don't even have to spend the night. Come on, Joanne, let's slip up for a few hours. We can dance for a while. If you see something you like, you can get in a fuck or two. If not, then you stay in the bar while I get screwed. We'll be back by midnight or one o'clock."
Joanne later decided that the relief at having the conversation changed from the idea of fucking the teenagers was what led her to agree. Perhaps that was why. It could also have been that the constant talk about fucking had also influenced her. Betty referring to every man or boy around the club as being hot to fuck her had Joanne's cunt sweating. For whatever reason, the little brunette hesitated for only a moment.
"Why not?" she asked. "Why the hell not?"
They slipped by Joanne's house first. The two women looked through Joanne's closet, picking out the correct dress for the evening. The brunette stood beside the taller redhead, clad only in bra and panties as she tried to make up her mind. Betty's hand rested affectionately on Joanne's firm ass, then slowly began to caress her shimmering buttocks.
"Mmmmmmm," Joanne murmured as she twisted in enjoyment of the soft movements of Betty's hand. "Mmmmmm, I guess I am ready to be felt up tonight. I didn't realize how hot I was until you touched me. I just hope we find a man who pets as nicely as you."
The redhead pulled the smaller woman tightly against her and laughed softly. She pulled Joanne around so that the brunette's luscious tits pressed against her side.
"We have one problem," Betty commented. "As hot as your cunt is, you'll scare the hell out of the men. I think maybe we ought to cool that sweet pussy down first."
Betty caught one of the lovely globes in her hand and rolled the tit around. The brunette hesitated, feeling uncomfortable at having her tits played with by another woman. She started to pull away, but her body fought leaving the exciting caresses. She found herself standing passive while Betty reached behind her and unsnapped the bra. Her tits heaved in delight as the redhead's hands whisked the dainty lace away and gathered the lovely flesh in.
"Oooooo," Betty sighed. "I've wanted to get my hands on these two beauties ever since I first met you."
The smaller woman felt herself led toward the bed. Her head swam with a sudden elation. Her tits burned as they were fondled passionately. Her knees weakened. Joanne had never felt such a delicious apprehension before. She knew she should feel repulsed by the intentions of Betty. Women loving women was supposed to be dirty and ugly. She had always thought so. She had been taught so. Nevertheless, as the redhead laid her back on the bed, she was panting in anticipation.
"Mmmmmm," Betty muttered as she buried her face between the two glowing tits. She held them in her hands and pressed them against her cheeks, then began to kiss them as she twisted her face about the luscious flesh.
Joanne reached out and cupped one of Betty's taut breasts. She caught the tit and mashed it lovingly, then quickly ran her hand beneath the redhead's blouse and grasped the sweet tits as they heaved over the low-cut bra. She fumbled with the bra and finally got it loose as Betty took her hand away from her tit and began to slide it inside the soft nylon of her panties.
"Oooooo," Joanne cooed as she felt a finger toy with her clit. "Mmmmmmmmm!"
She opened her thighs to let her friend have freer access to her tingling pussy. The finger slipped past the clit and into the softly pulsing passageway. Joanne's ass hunched her pussy over the lovely finger as it made little electric circles inside her.
"Get my blouse off!" Betty whispered. "I want as it sloshed through her juices. The lovely brunette closed her eyes tightly and thrilled to the carefree abandon with which he fucked her. She was getting a good fuck. She was getting a hell of a fuck. She was getting the fuck she had yearned for so passionately.
She knew she was going to be fucked the moment they walked into the small lounge which adjoined the motel. She felt the eyes of the men immediately as they focused on the way her red dress cupped and molded her breasts. She saw them watch the way the skirt flipped about her thighs to show flashes of nylon. Her body shivered from the first moment, knowing every man was already imagining the feel of her tits beneath his hands and the feel of his cock driving between her thighs.
"Damn!" Betty laughed. "If you don't watch out, they'll rape you right here in the bar."
"Promises! Promises!" Joanne whispered, feeling the delicious sensation of wickedness ripple over her body.
"Hey!" the redhead laughed again. "That's a new Joanne. I think I'm going to like her."
"I'm not exactly sure I know what to do with her," Joanne admitted.
She meant that. The feelings she was experiencing were new to her. She felt like an entirely different person. The brunette had always been shy and fearful when the men at the country club made their polite propositions. She'd always been embarrassed and flustered as she refused them.
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... the button of her friend's clit. Slowly and thoroughly she began to massage her clit as the redhead writhed in growing desire.
Betty lifted her face from Joanne's tits and climbed around until she could bring her own firm breasts against them. She arranged the four luscious breasts so that the nipples touched, then began to swing and roll her body around.
Joanne shivered with the new sensations which shot through her tits and body. She slithered closer to Betty until their cunts were touching. She suddenly lunged so that she brought her pussylips firmly against the soft cunt of the redhead. Joanne twisted her ass to let the clits rub deliciously against each other.
"Ooooo!" Betty squealed. "Ooooooooo, you're so good at this! I thought maybe you'd never done this before. You must have, though. You sure know how to get my pussy steaming."
Joanne smiled as she continued to tease their cunts. No need to confess that she'd never done this before. There was no need at all. She felt a surge of pride in herself, though. The inexperienced little Joanne was giving a lesson to the experienced Betty. The thought made her rub her tits against the redhead's cunt.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed as she felt the flood of juice in her cunt. "Mmmmmmmmm! This feels so good! My tits are burning. My pussy is so hot!"
The redhead was gasping against her. Suddenly Betty clasped Joanne's head in both hands and planted her lips firmly over the brunette's mouth.
She sucked violently against the smaller woman as her tongue ripped into the sweet mouth and lapped frantically about the chasm. Her slender body shook passionately as she struggled to rotate their tits more wildly. Her pussy sucked against Joanne's as small spasms shook it into a frenzied madness. The brunette gasped for breath as she struggled against the sucking of Betty's mouth and the contractions of her pussy.
"Uhhhhh!" Joanne cried as she twisted ecstatically against the slender body of the larger girl. "Uhhhhh!"
"Is it wet, yet?" Betty asked, pulling her face back for a moment. "Is your pussy wet? Has your sweet cum started flowing yet?"
Joanne understood the question. She understood the reason for Betty's question. The redhead's pussy was sucking and twisting and throbbing wildly as they rolled and twisted together. The shuddering spasms which shook Betty seemed to force Joanne's own orgasm to a rapid peak. She felt her body heat up and glow in pulsing, throbbing passion.
"J-Just about!" she stammered. "Another minute and I'll be there with you. Ohhhhhhh! Betty! Hold me! I'm about to cum! Ohhhhhhh!"
"I want to taste that!" Betty gasped as she twisted her body around and over the luscious form of the brunette. "I want to suck your beautiful pussy while that sweet cum is flowing!"
As she planted her mouth over Joanne's cunt, her own pussy came down over the brunette's face.
Joanne pressed her lips against the throbbing cunt as she felt her own cunt being sucked deliriously. She copied the fabulous things Betty's tongue was doing in her cunt, and tasted the sudden flood of sharp-tasting cum which poured from her friend's pussy.
The two women rocked and sucked and rolled and lapped as their cunts poured out their juice. They shook violently as their orgasms racked their soft bodies, hugging each other passionately and riding their surging passions through the explosive climax.
"Ummmmmmmm!" Betty sighed as they finally began to relax. "Ummmmmm! That was some good fuck! Now we're ready for the evening. We got the edge off. Now we just have to find some men who want to give a long, slow, complete fuck to a willing pair of happy cunts."
Joanne lay back and watched the glow on her friend's face. She felt the same glow all over her body. She was good! She was damn good! She'd given a good fuck to an old pro like Betty. She'd sure give a good fuck to some man this evening. The thought made her warm pussy glow even more intensely. Just wait, she thought. Just wait!
Chapter Three
"Ohhhhhh!" the chubby man groaned as he rammed his cock wildly into the soft pussy. "Ohhhhh, what a sweet little cunt! What a delicious little piece of pussy you are!"
Joanne felt his cock shudder as its momentum increased- Her tits burned and ached from the thorough job his hands had done on them. She arched her back to roll the trembling tits against his chest as he lunged over her, sinking his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.
The dress she had selected with such care lay crumpled beside the bed. Her dainty bra lay beside it. Across the bed her hose and panties lay where he had tossed them as he stripped them from her in his wild haste to get his cock into her waiting cunt.
Joanne pulsed with him as his passion rose toward its peak. Her cunt sucked on the full cock to feel your tits against mine. I want us to rub nipples. Ohhhh, Joanne, you're so lovely. I want to feel those sweet tits of yours while I explore your pussy."
She brought her hand out of the woman's cunt long enough for Joanne to slip the blouse over her shoulders. The brunette pulled the bra from her arms, then unsnapped Betty's shorts and slid them down her long, lean legs. She looked at the reddish-brown hair which showed through the almost transparent panties, then grabbed the panties and pulled them down over Betty's luscious hips. She twisted about on the bed to let her friend get her own panties off. The two women looked at each other after they had completed the mutual undressing. They smiled slowly, then began to laugh as they teased each other with soft caressing hands.
"Oooooo," Betty giggled. "I feel like a schoolgirl again. I haven't girl-fucked since I was a teenager. I never got to suck tits like yours then. I never wanted to lick a pussy as much as I want to lick yours, either."
She emphasized her words by drawing the brunette toward her and sucking lightly on the fabulous tits. Her tongue lapped about the nipples as she sucked, whipping them into a trembling heat of passion. Her finger went back into the pussy and made slow, sensuous trips into the quivering passage of Joanne's cunt.
"Ahhhhh!" Joanne cried in ecstasy. She fingered Betty's moist cuntlips, then probed until she felt
Tonight she knew she wasn't going to refuse. She had come to find herself a good stud. She was out after a good juicy cock to stuff up her little cunt. It was a new and exciting feeling.
"Hi, gorgeous," a tall man suddenly greeted them, bending over and kissing Betty on the lips.
Joanne looked up at the men who began to slip into seats beside the woman. The tall man, who seemed to know Betty, looked over and eyed Joanne's heaving tits, then smiled at his shorter, chubbier friend.
"I want you to meet Charlie," he told Betty. "Old buddy of mine I ran into this afternoon."
As Betty greeted the newcomers, Joanne looked them over. They were not the men she would have picked out for the evening, but they were not bad to look at. They certainly looked successful, if expensive clothes were any indication.
The brunette was suddenly relieved that the tall blond man was focusing his attentions on her friend. The big man had a certain hardness about him. There was something about his attitude that gave Joanne a feeling of anxiety. He was a little too much like her husband. He was a big, tough man who'd take what he wanted the way he wanted it and not give a damn about a woman's needs. Betty was welcome to the man. Joanne turned to look into the smiling eyes of his friend.
"Hi," the littly guy greeted her almost shyly. "I'm Charlie Bradford."
"Joanne Gamay," Betty said, introducing her to the men. "Honey, this is Russ Wilburn. He and I've made this scene before."
Joanne saw the movement as the blond man acknowledged Betty's comment with a squeeze of the redhead's thigh. Yes she did prefer her chubby little Charlie. She preferred him even if his hand was already pressing against her thigh. He wasn't grabbing, at least. He just let it lie there as his leg pressed against hers. She smiled warmly and leaned back against her cushion while the men signaled a waitress to take their orders.
The waitress came to their table, clad in the barest hint of blouse and a skirt which fluttered above her ass, so that when she leaned forward to take an order, the cheeks of her ass were clearly visible.
"Go ahead and look," Joanne teased Charlie, patting his hand. "If she's dressed like that, you're supposed to look at her."
The chubby man laughed as they watched Russ reach up and cup the girl's ass for a moment. The waitress pretended to be flustered, then angry, but only stepped back an inch or so. Not nearly enough to get free of the big hand.
"This place is cozy," Charlie remarked as they waited for their drinks.
Joanne learned a little about the two men. They were salesmen. Actually, they were more than that. They were now in management and out checking up on their salesmen. They worked for separate companies but, over the years, had come to know each other quite well. They still ended up staying in the same motel two or three times a year.
Charlie's blue eyes were sparkling as he told a series of stories about life on the road. Joanne found herself relaxing and enjoying the warmth and humor. She laughed again as his eyes focused on the waitress when the girl returned with their drinks.
"Nice healthy young woman!" she laughed.
"You look a hell of a lot better than that," he answered, his leg sliding against the nylon of her thigh.
"You're an old smoothie," she taunted, her tits thrusting out and threatening to burst from her dress. Joanne sipped her drink and inhaled sharply to give Charlie a better appreciation of her charMs. He suddenly laughed, the blue eyes sparking to let her know he realized what she was doing.
"Come on," he suggested as the band came out to begin the evening's entertainment. "Let's dance. I haven't danced with such a beautiful woman in twenty years."
She let him guide her to the small dance floor in front of the band. The small band whirled into a square attempt at rock. Joanne shrugged her shoulders and began moving in her best imitation of the way her children danced to such music. She watched Charlie answer her contortions with great zeal. What the man lacked in skill he covered with enthusiasm and improvisation. Joanne twisted sensuously in response. Her skirt whipped about her, revealing the smooth symmetry of her thighs and the sauciness of her ass.
She watched his pants as they danced, waiting for his cock to show its reaction to her body in the sexy dress. Damn him, she thought as she caught the laughter in his eyes, he knew what she was doing. No matter how suggestively she twisted about, she could not be sure that his cock had swollen at all.
It was not so difficult when the band swung into a soft, dreamy song. Charlie pulled her tightly against him. She felt the thrill run through her tits as they crushed against him. Her thighs tingled as they moved against the material of his trousers. The lovely little brunette snuggled against him and inhaled the delicious smell of his cologne. Yes, she decided, his cock was responding to her presence. She could feel the heat which came through his pants from his excited pecker. She slipped a leg between his and drew her thigh upward until it pressed against his throbbing prick.
"We fit very well together," he gasped as she felt his body pulse quickly in response to her. "Very well indeed."
"Like we were made for each other," she answered, twisting her body against his hard cock.
During the next rock number she was able to check the effect her body was having on Charlie. There was no question about it. In fact, he was almost embarrassed by the huge bulge she had brought into his pants. Joanne felt a momentary guilt for what she was doing to him. Only momentary, though. After all, she was going to give him a good, thorough fuck. Why shouldn't she enjoy the play that would lead them to his motel room? She would tease until he was beyond control. Then he could take her to his room and fuck the shit out of her.
They returned to their table to finish their drinks. Joanne slid her leg tightly against Charlie. Her hand lay on his thigh, just above the knee. She lingered the firm flesh teasingly while she kept the conversation moving as though nothing were happening beneath the table.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see the amused disbelief on Betty's face. The redhead had watched them on the dance floor. Betty could see from the way Charlie shifted his weight about now that Joanne was teasing him beneath the table.
Joanne was quietly enjoying the situation. She was especially happy that she had the gentle Charlie to torment, not the more brutal-appearing Russ. She watched the flickering fire in Betty's eyes and glanced at the movement of their bodies. There was little doubt that they were playing beneath the table, too.
The lean blond man had his hand on the redhead's pussy, his finger probing into her cunt. The brunette watched the hard set of Russ' jaw, the intensity on his face as he stared at the red-haired woman. Yes, he was finger-fucking her. His nostrils were flared in sensuous passion as he looked demandingly at Betty.
Joanne cuddled against the more gentle Charlie. She was appreciating her good fortune more and more. Charlie would give her a good fuck. He was no quick-bang expert. Charlie would caress and pet - and ball her until he was sure she was satisfied. She was confident he was that kind of man.
"God, but it's getting hot in here!" Betty suddenly exclaimed.
Her brunette friend almost laughed at the comment. With the way Russ was working on that pussy, no wonder Betty was heating up. The women's eyes met and sparkled in agreement. If they were going to get home tonight they'd better get on with the fucking. They had lost valuable time back at Joanne's while they cunt-sucked each other.
"We could take a walk outside," Charlie suggested, looking questioningly at Joanne. "It should be cooler out by the pool."
The brunette drew her hand slowly along his leg as she smiled her agreement. She let her fingers just brush his swollen prick, then began rising from the table. She made sure that he got a good look at her tits over the low neckline as she rose.
"Sounds great," she answered, stretching her body before his lustful eyes. "I'm for that."
Both men had to struggle as they rose. Both cocks had to be forced down pantlegs before they dared step into view of the crowd in the bar. The sight of the swollen pricks excited Joanne. She felt the tingling sensation rising in her pussy as she anticipated getting Charlie's hunk of meat into her. She walked beside Charlie, through the glass doors and out into the brisk night air. She shivered at the first contact with the cool air. Charlie immediately began removing his jacket for her, but she stopped him and cuddled tightly beneath his arm.
"I'd rather have a man around my shoulders," she whispered up to him as she pressed her tits against his side. "That's much warmer than an old jacket."
They walked slowly along the sparkling water of the pool. Joanne's leg moved sensuously against Charlie's. The two stopped beneath a fake palm tree and watched the play of the lights on the rippling surface of the pool. Charlie closed his arm tightly around her and rested his head on hers.
He turned her slowly, delighting in the way her tits pressed against him. He looked down at the way they overflowed the red dress.
Joanne waited in delicious anticipation as his hand moved up from her waist until it lovingly cupped one of the luscious breasts. She could feel his body respond to the satin feel of her skin. She felt his approval of the firmness of her tits. The brunette lifted her face toward him and waited, her lips parted and moist.
Charlie smiled down at her, then accepted the invitation. His lips came down over her mouth. His tongue slipped between the parted lips and pressed gently against her tongue. Joanne shivered in delight as his tongue pressed more firmly on hers and forced its way into her mouth. She sucked slowly on the delicious tongue as their breaths merged in a deep, passionate kiss. Charlie's hand slipped beneath the soft material and caught a tit in an adoring caress. His finger rubbed the nipple as Joanne felt her legs weakening in her rising passion.
She spread her thighs and caught one of his legs between them. Slowly and sensuously she rubbed her cunt along his thigh as she arched her body to thrust her tits into his grasping caress. The salesman suddenly broke their embrace, then cupped her tits in both hands and leaned over to begin kissing them where they swelled over the dress.
Joanne left one hand about his neck, tickling his hair and ears. Her other hand stroked along his thigh until she felt the warm bulge of his pulsing cock. She teased around his groin, then closed her hand over the exciting mass of male meat.
The little brunette felt electric sparks shoot through her body at the realization of the size cock on the man. Her hand trembled as it closed over the thick pecker. Her breath came in excited pants as she anticipated having herself impaled on that cock.
"Which is your room?" she asked in a voice husky with rising desire.
"Over here," he answered. His voice was just as husky, just as breathless. He began to lead her over toward the row of motel rooms to the side of the pool. Joanne looked back for a moment to let Betty know they were going to his room, then felt a chuckle build inside her.
No need to disturb Betty. Russ had the redhead pinned against the wall. Betty's skirt was up as a big hand clawed over her pussy while the other hand was locked in her hair to hold her head back while he sucked the woman's heaving tits. Russ was going after her roughly, violently.
Joanne felt a brief flicker of concern until she saw her friend's hand reaching through the man's open fly and pumping his cock viciously. Betty was in no trouble. The redhead was having fun her way. She liked it rough and tumble. Well, the brunette decided, let her have it her way. Betty and Russ could share their rape while Charlie gave her a deep, slow, thorough fucking.
Joanne stepped inside the door as Charlie held it for her. She paused, once inside, and waited for him to come up behind her. Ripples of pleasure soared through her body as his hands came around her and filled themselves with her trembling tits. His thumbs strummed her nipples until she was panting. She felt the heat rising in her tits. The nipples got firmer and tighter and intensely sensitive.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed as she felt the prick against her ass.
She stood on tiptoes and opened her thighs, then closed on the exciting hunk of cock. Charlie buried his face against her neck, kissing slowly and sensuously as his hands strummed her to liquid passion.
"What a delicious piece of tail you are," he sighed as he turned her toward himself.
His lips came over her mouth. His tongue, now sure of its welcome, rammed into her waiting mouth and swabbed ecstatically about. Joanne found his belt and began releasing the buckle. She had to get that marvelous pecker out in her. hands.
She unzipped his pants and shoved them downwards, then reached inside as he unzipped her dress and peeled it away from her shoulders. She pulled the big cock out and fingered it lovingly as she backed toward the bed. She stood just long enough to let her dress and bra fall to the floor, then sank back into the soft mattress as he moved over her.
"Mmmmmm," he sighed as he came after her tits with his mouth. "You are so damn lovely!"
"All for you," she panted in a voice even more husky from desire. "Just for you."
She tingled in delight as his Hps came over her tits and began to suck. His tongue flicked over the stiff nipples. His hand caressed along the gleaming nylon hose, sending shivers along her thighs.
"Oooooo," she groaned when his lips moved from her tits and kissed down over her waist and navel, then to her thighs.
Joanne was panting by the time he finally kissed her sweating pussy through the thin mesh of the nylon. Charlie sucked strongly through the hose, then grasped them and pulled hose and panties down with a single stroke. He tossed them aside and looked down in adoration at the lovely nude woman who lay waiting for him.
Charlie sat up just long enough to take off his shirt, let his loosened pants fall to the floor, slip out of his shorts and kick off shoes and socks. Joanne smiled as she saw him come back at her, his big cock poised above her, gleaming in the soft light.
"Lots of meat here," she sighed as she reached for his cock and took it in her loving hands.
She pulled his cock toward her and kissed the pulsing knob while her hands slid the skin along the hefty shaft. One hand reached beneath faim and stroked the silken sac of his balls while she encouraged his cock to greater size and more frantic throbbing.
"You are a hell of a piece of pussy," he smiled as he went back after her heaving tits.
He sucked the globes until they were burning with desire, then dropped his lips again toward her throbbing cunt. He turned his body to get his head between her thighs, his mouth at her trembling pussy.
Joanne grabbed the marvelous cock and drew it toward her lips. She got the head to her mouth at the same moment his tongue flicked through her cunt hairs and ignited her clit. The brunette sucked strongly on the firm cock as his tongue lapped at her cunt. The surging power she felt from the prick excited her as much as the maddening suction of his mouth on her aching-, pussy. They sucked and rolled around the bed, thighs locked over each other's head, asses hunching cock and cunt against each other's adoring mouths and tongues.
"Mmmmmm," Joanne moaned delightedly as she sucked.
Their hands roved over their bodies. They caressed. They teased. They roused themselves to a crescendo of passion. Joanne felt her cunt begin to pump its juices out as her body shook out of control. She pulsed and trembled with the deep throbs which seized her.
The salesman spun around quickly. He paused only long enough to find her tits with his mouth and suck them madly as he rolled them between his hands. Then he moved his enormous cock toward the lips of her pussy. The warm head came up against her wet and throbbing cunt. He pressed it into the softness, letting it rub over her humming clit. He caressed her passion button with the head of his pecker until the woman was almost delirious with blazing desire.
"Oooooooooo!" she whimpered, then began to plead with him. "Oh God! Fuck me! Please! Please! Get that wonderful cock in me and fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Charlie acted as if he did not hear her. He kept playing with her, toying with her, until she began to erupt in her passion. Her legs tightened about him. Her pussy pulsed wildly and began to contract about the huge cock head. She lunged at it, trying to swallow it into herself, trying to suck it into her burning cunt. The spasms of orgasm shook her violently while Charlie insisted on continuing his teasing play.
"Uuhhhhhh!" she gasped as her body thrashed on the bed. "Ohhhhhhhh! God, Charlie! Ohhhhhh!"
Just as she was convinced her orgasm had ended he moved the big cock slowly into her. He drove it deeper and deeper. His own deep throbs began. Joanne felt the ripple of the muscles in his thighs. She felt the sudden driving madness which shook his ass.
The throbbing cock sloshed through her juices more and more frantically. Charlie's hands cupped her ass and caressed it deliriously as he fucked her harder and harder. His finger shpped into her asshole as his big cock stuffed her trembling cunt.
"Oooooo!" she cried again as a new orgasm built rapidly in her. "Ohhhhhhh! Here I come again! Oh, baby, fuck me! Keep fucking me like this!"
Her desire mounted toward a climax, stronger than ever. He built her to a peak she had never dreamed possible. She was pulsing, throbbing, exploding on the bed. Joanne was lost in the wild, hysterical experience of a full orgasm. She knew the cock was on the verge of joining her in the orgasm. His body was a mass of driving, panting desire.
"Fill me!" Joanne shrieked as she felt his cock trembling in its explosive climax. "Fill me with your cum! Fuck me, Charlie! Fuck me!"
His cock erupted inside her. The magnificent hunk of meat devoured her, ripped through her. Joanne screamed for more, begged for more. The lovely brunette was weeping in ecstasy as their bodies merged in a final spasm of pleasure.
Chapter Four
Joanne twisted slowly about the bed. The brunette stretched deliciously, feeling the soft sheets against her naked body. She sat up suddenly, confused. She shook her head as she watched the brilliant sunshine play across the room from her window. Her body still glowed warmly, as if a lover's hand had only just ceased its caresses.
The woman smiled softly as she collected her thoughts and memories. No, she was not in the Charles Town motel. This was her own bedroom. This was her own bed. She patted her tits affectionately. Damn it, they should feel good. They'd been loved three times since she and Betty left the country club yesterday. Even Bob had gotten in his share of tit petting.
She blinked her eyes rapidly. Bob? Bob had fucked her? Right! After sucking with Betty and fucking with Charlie she'd come home and gotten the first decent fuck out of her husband in years. She was not sure how it happened. The brunette slipped from the bed and looked at her image in the mirror. That was probably the reason, she decided. That was it! The two previous fucks had left her body so soft and glowing that even Bob had been aroused. Well, she would accept that. She wouldn't think over the possibility that he had fucked her because his blonde assistant had been on the rag or something.
Even remaining in Charles Town for another good fuck with Charlie had still let her get home before Bob. She'd taken a shower and was selecting a nightgown when Bob came home. He walked through the door and stood, staring at her softly glowing body.
"Damn, but you look good," he breathed, and began to remove his clothes.
She could hear him panting as he hurriedly stripped, then walked to her and lifted her from the floor. He held her lightly in his arms and buried his face into her tits. Joanne was surprised that so much response was left in her. Her breasts heaved rapidly in growing excitement as Bob kissed and sucked them. She leaned into him as he carried her to the bed and dropped her. His big, firm body came onto her immediately. He grabbed her tits. His cock drove between her thighs and forced its way into her pussy.
"Damn, woman," he muttered. "You still get me harder than any other cunt around."
He dropped his hands and caught her by the ass. His big hands held her rump in the air as he rammed his cock into her and began to pump deeply. Finally he slipped a pillow beneath her ass and got his hands back on her tits. The previous sexual play made Joanne more responsive to her husband. She felt her body respond to his rough play with her. She felt his cock trembling and pulsing inside her even as her own body shared the sudden excitement.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as he twisted her about, trying to drive his pecker deeper into her happy pussy.
Her spasms came more and more rapidly. Her ass hunched up to him. She thrust her tits wildly at his roving hands and pulled his face to hers. She ran her tongue hungrily into his mouth and sucked his breath from him with insane delight. Joanne pictured herself raping Bob as she plunged her ecstatic tongue into his mouth. She'd show him. She'd let her tongue match the wild, driving action of his prick.
"Uhhhh," he panted as she wrapped her legs about his body and rode with him in wanton abandon. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Their climax came quickly, hungrily, violently. Joanne felt the sparks of orgasmic fire ignite her pussy. She thrashed passionately under the hard, driving fuck. The big cock made loud slurping sounds as it drove into her. Her cunt's suction caused an occasional popping as Bob broke the suction when he drew the prick back for another thrust. They trembled together and grasped each other's bodies in erotic delirium.
"Ahhhhhh!" Bob panted as his cock unloaded its pent-up load. "Ahhhhh!"
"Mmmmmm," Joanne answered. "Oooooooo!"
Her cunt answered the wild charge with its own orgasm. Their juices merged. Their cum united. They seemed to rise from the bed and fuck in midair, they were so carried away in the final wild explosions. They shook through the last set of spasms, then fell limply onto the bed.
"I don't know what brought that on," Bob finally told his wife. "But I'm all for it. In all these years, that was the first time I felt that you wanted to be fucked."
Joanne lay quietly as his hand caressed her burning tits. Now she knew something about fucking Bob. If she was going to satisfy the big hulk of a man she was married to, she'd just have to get in a few good fucks as a prelude. Then she'd be able to meet his rapid-fire fucking.
The thought gave her a start. She frowned, then looked over at the contented expression on his face. Was it, she wondered, worth saving? Was their marriage good enough that she should go to the effort to find a constant string of lovers, just to keep her heated up for Bob?
The brunette laughed as she watched her body in the mirror. She'd heard that a few good lovers were good for a marriage. Until now she had not comprehended that. Her body tingled at the thought. She stepped into the line of the sunlight and basked a moment in the warmth. She felt good. She felt damn good!
Joanne reached the phone as it rang for the third time. The bouncing lilt of Betty's voice came through to her. Her friend was all set to recount the evening's activities. The litle brunette was not ready for Betty, not today. The tall redhead usually called on the morning after. That damn Betty even kept count of the number of times a man hunched his cock into her. This morning she was raving about how adept Russ had been.
Joanne shuddered as she talked. The brutality with which Russ fucked the red-haired woman may have been exciting to Betty. It disgusted Joanne. She may have just decided to get in as many fucks as she could, but not with an animal like Russ. No way!
"My pussy still aches from the balling he gave me," Betty bragged excitedly. "I never got such a wild hunk of cock in my life."
"Look," Joanne suggested, "I just got up and I have a million errands. Let me call you later on."
It was a lie, but the brunette simply did not want to listen to Betty. She didn't want to spoil her fresh decision with hearing all the gory details of Betty's fuck.
"All right," the redhead answered. "But I just wanted to tell you that Russ had awfully hot balls for you."
"He can just keep them" Joanne answered. "He's not my type."
"That doesn't bother Russ," her friend laughed. "He kept talking about what he'd like to do with you. He thinks you should have the ass raped off you."
"He can go to hell!" Joanne hissed over the phone. "I wouldn't let him get close enough to smell my fart!"
"O.K., O.K.," Betty laughed. "You don't know what you're missing, but have it your way. Call me back when you get a chance. Better yet, slip over this afternoon if you can. I'll fix us a few drinks and we can reminisce. Either that or well plan our next outing."
The brunette hung up the phone and took a quick shower. The doorbell was ringing as she stepped back into her bedroom. Joanne waited, listening for one of the kids to answer the door. Finally she gave up on them, shrugged her shoulders, and slipped into a peach-colored robe. She did not take time to check herself in the mirror and forgot that the robe was designed to be worn over a gown or slip. Over a nude body, it revealed all.
"Hi, Ham!" she greeted her daughter's boy friend. "Come on in. Denni must be out somewhere for a while. I don't believe either she or Bobby have been around the house. Come on and have a cup of coffee with me while I see if she left any note for you."
The young man stepped into the living room.
His eyes sparkled as he saw the luscious tits thrusting against the nylon robe, their nipples and areolas clearly visible. It was almost as though she had nothing on. The robe only accented her lovely body without hiding anything.
He swallowed uncomfortably as he saw the rich growth of black hair over her cunt, then followed her back to the kitchen. The crack in her ass showed dramatically as the thin nylon stretched tightly over her luscious buttocks. The boy fought back the swelling in his cock and quickly sat in one of the chairs beside the kitchen table.
Joanne stretched her body as she reached for cups from the cabinet. She turned back swiftly, letting the robe swirl about her legs so he could hear the soft rustle of nylon and see the way it emphasized her legs and ass as it shimmered in the sunlight. It was exciting having a young man alone with her in the house, especially an attractive young man who kept drooling over her tits.
As she poured coffee she recalled Betty's suggestion that Ham had a crush on her. Her eyes met those of the college student. The way he blushed, then looked down at the table, convinced her that Betty was correct. Ham did have a thing for her. That made the morning even more exciting to Joanne.
She brushed against him as she brought his coffee to the table. His body jumped in excitement at the touch of her soft tits against his arm. Joanne felt a soft glow tingling up from her nipples as she pressed them along his arm and glanced down to see the struggle the lad was having with his young cock.
"Mrs. Gamay," the boy stammered as she sat down, being sure that her robe fell open enough to give a good view of tit. "You were going to see if Denni left a note."
"Joanne," she corrected him. "Forget that Mrs. Gamay business. My name is Joanne. Agreed?"
Ham nodded his acceptance, then opened his mouth to ask once more about the possibility of Denni having left him a message. The boy knew he had to get out of here. Mrs. Gamay, or Joanne as she wanted him to call her, was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. He liked Denni, but he had drooled over her mother's luscious body ever since he first dropped over to the Gamay house. Now this beautiful brunette was sitting here with him and practically offering her body to him. Damn right, he had to get out of here!
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Joanne pouted. "See what Denni has to say. As soon as I get a handsome young man to have coffee with me, my daughter interferes even when she isn't here. Do you think that's any way to treat a mother?"
She looked him squarely in the eye and read his hesitation. All right, Ham, she thought, I'll let you go this time. Next time, though, we're going to find out about you. We're going to see if you know how to use that cock you've been trying to get in Denni's pussy.
Joanne walked back to the family room and checked the family bulletin board. There was a note from Bob, expressing his appreciation. Joanne laughed quietly about that. Bob appreciated her having found a lover. Bobby was gone for the day with some friends to scout the baseball team they'd be playing next week. Yes, and Denni had left a note. Her mother whipped it down and carried it back to the boy waiting in the kitchen. Ham read it and smiled up at her.
"I'll have to be going," he explained, "if I'm gonna meet Denni like she wants."
Joanne reached down and took his hand. She held it between her hands and smiled suggestively, then pulled it against her tits.
"I'm sorry I was so possessive of you," she apologized. "Actually, having a nice-looking young man here with me made me feel so young and attractive again."
Ham stood up as she continued to hold his hand. As he stood, she did not back away, so that his body was touching hers. She saw the hesitation in his eyes as he debated standing Denni up and seeing just how far he could get with her mother. Denni won this time, she noted. He cleared his throat and stepped back a step.
"No need for you to worry about being attractive," he stammered. "You're the most beautiful woman in town. All the guys think so."
"You're so sweet to talk like that," Joanne cooed as she caressed his face with both hands.
She stepped against him and felt the heat from his cock against her. Her tits pressed against his chest. She saw the boy's eyes flicker with passion as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her. She parted her lips as his mouth came over her. He kissed her slowly, sensuously. He sucked the breath from her, then ran his tongue through her moist lips and into her mouth.
The young pecker pulsed wildly against her as she leaned her lush body against it. He caressed her ass adoringly, then ran his hand between them and cupped a heaving tit. Joanne rubbed her cunt along his thigh as she felt the passion surging inside their bodies. Her tongue matched his in erotic play. Her hands played lightly, tauntingly about his body. She fingered along his thigh until her fingertips just barely touched his pulsing, throbbing prick. Then she pulled back from his embrace.
"Remember," she told him in a breathy voice, "I'm expecting you to drop by some morning when you can stay awhile and not go running off after Dennise."
Ham swallowed another tight lump in his throat and nodded. His eyes were misty from rising passion. His cock was a massive bulge in his pants. His hands were trembling from the erotic desire she had elicited.
"At least," she added with a teasing smile, "when you can stay long enough to finish your coffee."
He smiled at her light comment and let her lead him to the door. He kissed her once more before he left. This time his hand ran inside the robe and explored the soft firmness of her breasts. He fingered a nipple affectionately, then grabbed a throbbing tit in a lust-crazed hand and rubbed in sensuously. He was panting as he lifted his face and looked down at her.
"I'll be back," he assured her. "I'll be back some morning for several cups of coffee."
"You do that, Ham," she answered. "You come back when you have time to finish what you start. Remember, we have a date."
Joanne watched the young man as he fumbled in an attempt to adjust his swollen prick, then blew her a kiss and ran quickly down the walk toward his car. The brunette felt a small tingle of guilt. She quickly thrust that feeling aside, though. Her body could already anticipate that hot young pecker of his. She was excited about the possibility of getting that meat out of those pants. She hadn't had any young cock in many years, not since she was a young gkl herself. Then, she didn't know how to appreciate it.
She'd appreciate it now, though. Damn right. Her cunt was glowing and moist as she closed the door and turned back into the house. She'd finish her coffee in leisurely fashion. Then she'd slip over to Betty's. The young blond stud who had just left her in the mood for some of Betty's lewd talk. She was in the mood for more than sexy talk, of course, but that was probably the best place to begin.
Joanne sang happily as she returned to the kitchen. The world was brighter, happier. She felt like a girl again, a healthy, lusty girl. She caught a glimpse of herself in the chrome trim of her stove and began to laugh loudly. Poor Ham! She might as well have greeted him in the nude. No wonder the kid acted so uncomfortable. Joanne laughed and laughed and laughed.
Chapter Five
The tall, angular teenager dropped down over the lovely woman until his rigid and trembling cock could slip between her thighs to the throbbing lips of her pussy. The boy panted in wild anticipation as he forced the hard meat into the soft opening and lunged it into the moist passage.
"Ahhhhh!" he groaned in relief. "Ahhhhh!"
Joanne looked up into the lust-clouded eyes above her. She saw the freckled face contorted in erotic intensity as he shivered to the delicious feel of his big cock riding into her soft and willing body. She thrust her heaving tits into his young chest until the contact of her nipples against his own drove him to the peak of excitement.
"Gonna fuck you!" he panted. "Gonna fuck the sexiest body in town! Gonna get my meat in the softest pussy ever!"
"Yes!" she urged. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder! Ooooooooooo! Yes!"
She still could not comprehend the change that had occurred in her. To think that she was actually fucking her best friend's teenage son! She was riding the cock of her son's young friend! Most amazing of all, she was enjoying it! She was enjoying the hell out of it!
The lovely brunette laughed as she rolled beneath the rampaging young cock. This morning she tried to seduce her daughter's boy friend. This afternoon she let herself be seduced by a fifteen-year-old boy! It was unbelievable! It was also delightful!
"That's the boy!" she encouraged him as his cock drove deeper into her. "That's the way, Jimmy! That's the way to fuck!"
Joanne had driven by Betty's house that afternoon. She wouldn't have stopped, except the red-haired woman's car was parked in the drive. The brunette had to see someone she could tell her morning experience to. No one except Betty could appreciate the funny side of her near success in the seduction of Hamilton Hawkins. She spotted Betty's red compact car and wheeled her Buick in behind it.
At first there was no answer to her ring at the door. She opened the door and stepped inside, calling the redhead's name into the silent house. She had about decided that her friend was not at home and was turning to go when she paused to check her appearance in the hall mirror. She smiled in satisfaction at the way the soft crepe of her blouse clung over her tits. She was checking the smooth fit of the slacks over her ass when she heard the sound of someone closing a door im the rear of the house.
"Betty?" she called out again. "That you, Betty?"
The tousled-haired teenager suddenly appeared at the far end of the hall. His freckled face brightened as soon as he recognized his mother's friend.
"Hi, Mrs. Gamay!" he called out eagerly. "You looking for Mom?"
"I was," Joanne admitted. "I called out, but there was no answer."
"I was out back and couldn't hear you," Jimmy explained. "Come on in. Mom said you'd probably be over. She should be back any time now. Come on out to the porch and I'll fix you a drink while you wait."
Joanne should have refused. She should have been able to read the look in the boy's face as his eyes ran lustfully over her luscious curves. She should have sensed that Jimmy had been sneaking a few drinks in his mother's absence and had his courage bolstered by the alcohol. She should have been warned, but then she would not have discovered how much fun it can be to fuck a nice teenage cock.
She followed Jimmy out onto the back porch, where she curled up on the couch and watched the boy prepare her drink from the small portable bar that Carl and Betty kept set up. The freckle-faced boy walked back to her and handed her the tall, cool drink as his eyes rested adoringly on her tits as they thrust invitingly against the soft yellow crepe blouse. Joanne took the glass and smiled her thanks up to him.
"I'd have thought you would have gone with Bobby and the others today," she commented.
"I was supposed to," Jimmy confessed, "but I begged off. I didn't really feel like riding all that far just to watch a game. Besides, I can get into more trouble around home."
He winked at her in illustration of his point. Joanne was not sure what the point was he felt he had made. She smiled, nevertheless, and watched him as he sat down at the other end of the couch.
"Just what sort of trouble can you get into around here?" she teased. "Perhaps you'd better do a little confessing to me."
The boy blushed. The red of his blush spread slowly about his face. Jimmy hung his head but his eyes were cut upward, watching the dramatic curve of Joanne's ass while she hugged her knees tightly against her tits. He looked, back up, eyes taking in the way her knees pushed her tits up over the low-cut blouse.
Finally, the sparkling blue eyes met hers. Jimmy laughed, then hopped up and refilled her drink. The brunette took the fresh drink and drank deeply. She was not sure what sort of concoction he had come up with, but she certainly had to admit that she liked the taste. Her head was only just beginning to feel giddy from the alcohol. She had not tried to get up from the couch so she hadn't discovered the sneaky stretch of the drink. Joanne merely felt suddenly playful. She had made the boy blush and was determined to enjoy herself by continuing the tease.
"Come on," she insisted, leaning toward him and letting the blouse fall away to reveal the lush fullness of her tits, "you're hiding something from me."
Jimmy twisted uncomfortably. He looked at the fantastic display of tit and the taunting fire in Joanne's eyes. He tightened his thighs together in an attempt to hold down his swelling cock. He felt heat flooding up through his body. The boy knew his face was getting redder. He knew his throat was getting too parched and dry to speak. He felt the powerful throbs which began to shake his cock. He tried to look away from the beautiful woman who was reaching toward him while she showed him more tit than he'd ever seen before.
Joanne was possessed by the urge to tease. She did not pause to realize that she had downed two stiff drinks after having nothing to eat all day. She only saw the helpless embarrassment on the lad's face. She only felt the devilish urge to taunt him. She reached over and took his hand in both of hers. She held the hand and stroked it sensuously while she laughed at his perspiring face.
"What sort of trouble would you like to get into, Jimmy?" she teased. "Come on, tell me. You can trust me."
Before she realized it she had slipped down the couch and was pressing against him. She held his hand against her tits, tightly clasped by her fingers. She saw the lust in his eyes as he finally gathered his nerve and looked her in the eye. Too late Joanne realized that more was about to happen than mere good-natured teasing. She felt the strength in his arms as he suddenly pulled her against himself and covered her face with his own.
"This kind of trouble!" he muttered huskily, and kissed her surprised lips roughly.
The brunette tried to struggle briefly, but the drinks had been much too strong for her empty stomach. She felt the porch whirling about her as Jimmy twisted her against the back of the couch and lunged his tongue into her mouth. His hands grabbed frantically for her tits. He reached inside the blouse and cupped the heaving breasts, running a thumb inside the lace of her bra to rub lustfully across her nipple.
Jimmy slipped forward on the couch and laid the trembling brunette down across the soft cushions. His hands reached for the hook on her bra and released the confining lace so he could play with the beautiful globes. He grabbed her hand and placed it against his pulsing cock, guiding her fingers to pump on the warm rod, then he stroked her groin. Her slacks were thin enough for the touch of his fingers to stimulate her suddenly excited pussy. He ran a long finger across her mound and pressed through the material until he got the tip of his finger against her clit.
"Mmmmmm," Joanne moaned, her body responding to the delightful touch.
She pulled his face back to hers and parted his lips with her tongue. She sucked against his breath as she ran her tongue teasingly about his mouth. Her fingers clamped more firmly about the firm young pecker. She had a driving desire to get that sweet-feeling prick out of those pants and bare in her hand. Jimmy stopped her as she started to unzip his fly and reach inside.
"Not here," he cautioned her. "Not out here. I want to fuck you right. It takes a bed for that. I want to see your naked body under me while I fuck you. I want to see your beautiful tits bounce around while I ram my prick into you."
He came off the couch and scooped her up in his arms. The brunette trembled with the sudden glow of desire that swept over her. She rolled a tit against his chest while he carried her from the porch into the house. Jimmy kicked open the door to his room and carried the luscious woman to his bed. Joanne smiled up at him as he knelt beside her and slowly began slipping her blouse up from her shoulders. She raised up to let it come over her head, then held out her arms for him to remove the unhooked bra.
"God!" he panted as his eyes fastened on her swelling tits. "I never saw a pair like that in my life. I've wanted to see them since I was ten years old. I've wanted to touch them since I was eleven. I've wanted to fuck them since I was twelve. Finally, I've got them. Ohhhhhhhhh!"
He plunged his face into the luscious globes and kissed them, then sucked the tender flesh madly while he fingered along the waist of her slacks, seeking the opening to unsnap them. Joanne twisted in mounting ecstasy as he unsnapped the waistband and unzipped the slacks. He pulled them over her hips and down her legs, then looked hungrily at the black hair which gleamed beneath the whisper-thin panties.
The way he looked at her brought more excited trembling to the brunette. Joanne rolled her hips slowly and invitingly for him, then lifted her ass while he lovingly drew the thin material down her thighs.
Jimmy paused again and looked her over with lust-crazed eyes. She saw the pulsing throbs at his groin as he fingered his swollen cock. She watched the hungry glow in his eyes as he moved his face toward her again and began kissing along her thighs.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped as his lips moved up and over her panting cunt. "Ohhhhhhh, that feels good! Suck it, Jimmy. Suck my pussy, sweet baby!"
He sucked her cunt strongly and roughly, then stood up and began to remove his clothing. His eyes glittered savagely as he looked down at her. He smiled as she looked at his solid young chest. Slowly he removed his pants and shorts and brought out a long, slender cock.
Joanne gasped at the length. She'd always figured that Bob had more pecker than anyone else. Jimmy's was longer though. It wasn't nearly so thick, but it was longer. Her body tingled in the anticipation of having that young rod driving into her pussy.
"We'll see who you're calling baby," he told her as he shook the rigid shaft at her. "I'll have you crying before I'm through with you."
She opened her arms for him to crawl onto her. He surprised her, though. Instead, he sat across her hips. The cock waved threateningly before her as he took her tits in his hands and rolled them about her chest.
"I've wanted to feel these tits around my pecker for a long time," he told her. "I never fucked tits to match yours before. I'm not about to miss the chance now."
The boy leaned forward and placed his cock between her luscious breasts. He pressed the tits over the warm, throbbing meat and began to pump it between them.
"Ooooooo, that feels good," he panted.
Joanne watched the reddening knob of his cock come up through her tits with each of his slow, maddening thrust. "That's such a nice warm cock. It feels so good between my tits. Fuck them, Jimmy. Fuck my tits until they burn."
His fingers pressed around the soft flesh. His thumbs mashed her ecstatic nipples as his cock plunged more wildly against the thrusting tits. Joanne rolled from side to side to increase the feeling of the cock. Her breath came in pants as she writhed in delight She had forgotten that this was only a boy fucking her. Boy, hell! Jimmy was a damn good fuck for a man or boy. He should be, though. He was Betty's son.
The brunette felt the boy begin to tremble at the sight and feel of her tits inflamed his passion to a greater height. His ass twisted about while he drove his cock between her tits with more intensity. She watched his chest heave as his breath began coming in short ecstatic pants to match her own. She felt his cock throb. She tingled with the rapid pulsing of his cock between her tits.
"Gotta get this pecker to the other target," the boy panted. "Don't want to shoot my cum on your chest, good as your tits feel. I want my cum to fill your sweet little pussy."
He slipped down and brought the slender cock between her thighs and nuzzled it into the lips of her moist and throbbing pussy. His body shook madly as he rammed his pecker deeply into her.
"Ahhhhhh!" he groaned as he shuddered in relief and excitement.
Joanne wrapped her legs around his lithe young body as he plunged wildly into her. She rolled on the bed. She twisted her ass to try and increase the delirious friction between cock and cunt. She hunched herself against him and rode the wild fuck as the boy shuddered in growing lust and passion.
"Gonna fuck you!" he panted. "Gonna fuck you like I never fucked a chick before! Gonna fuck the sweetest pussy ever!"
"Yes! Yes!" the brunette urged him. "Fuck me, Jimmy! Let me feel that beautiful cock! Drive it through me! Fuck me harder! Ohhhhhh, that's the way I like it! Keep fucking that way! Ohhhhhh!"
Her tits pressed wildly against his chest, her hardened nipples trembling against his own young male nipples. She rolled lasciviously against him and brought his face to hers. She sucked hard and tasted the saliva from his mouth on her tongue. They panted and rolled across the bed. They thrashed deliriously as they built up to a final ecstatic climax.
"UhhhJihhh!" Joanne moaned as she felt the pulsing throbs of his orgasm mount in the driving prick. "Ahhhhhhh!" she groaned as her cunt passage matched the throbs with its own contractions along the pistoning cock.
They began to shake violently as both bodies merged in a fiery orgasm. Joanne shrieked in rapture as she felt the hot jism come shooting into her from the boy's cock. She listened to the sweet music of the pecker sloshing through her own erupting cum. She sucked his mouth. She drank his saliva. She tongued deeper and deeper into his mouth as they shook with their orgasms.
Her body glowed in delight as he began to slow his fuck. She lay back and basked in the warm satisfaction as he fucked her slowly. She jumped in a final ecstatic thrill as he withdrew his cock and released the vacuum in her cunt. She stretched luxuriously as he lay beside her and caressed her still-tingling body.
"Damn, but you are a hell of a fuck!" he gasped, looking down at her with adoration sparkling in his eyes.
"You aren't so bad yourself," she told him with a grateful smile.
Shit! The kid was damn good! Joanne was not sure she'd ever had any better. He was sure better than Bob. At this moment she couldn't say how he compared with Charlie. After all, she was still basking in the afterglow of Jimmy's fuck. She didn't even want to think of anyone else. She pulled his face down again and kissed him deeply and thoroughly while he cupped and caressed her heaving tits.
"I think it's time for refreshments," Betty's voice came from the doorway. "Before we get into the second round."
Joanne sat up in shock and horror. She had forgotten that the boy's mother was due to return at any minute. She looked at the redhead in apprehension. Betty did not seem angry, however. In fact she smiled as though she had been involved in the whole thing. She walked into the room carrying a tray of fresh drinks. Joanne watched in silence as her friend set the tray down on the table beside the bed.
"Relax," the red-haired woman told Joanne. "I'm all for it. My Jimmy is a pretty good fucker, isn't he? Can you imagine how good hell be when he grows up?"
"Aw, Mom!" the boy protested.
"No offense, sweetheart," she soothed him. "You have a long cold drink and rest a few minutes. Next fuck, I plan to be in on it with you two."
Having said that, she stood and began to remove her clothing. Joanne watched in amazement and shock as Betty stripped, then sat beside her and began to idly stroke one of her luscious tits while she reached over and softly caressed Jimmy's balls.
"Took long enough," she smiled to Joanne. "I've been waiting for months to have this happen. Now we have some interesting games to play on lazy summer afternoons.
Chapter Six
Joanne gazed dreamily about the room. The combined effects of the drinks and her powerful orgasm left her body limp but glowing. She smiled as she watched Betty begin to tease the fifteen-year-old boy's lean young cock. She watched the red hair fall across the boy's thighs as his mother began to kiss and suck on his strengthening cock.
"Mmmmmm," Betty murmured softly as she caressed the prick. "Such a good piece of meat. A cock like this can reach a hell of a long way into your pussy."
"I think Mrs. Gamay knows that," the boy smiled down as he reached over and cupped one of Joanne's fantastic tits. "I think I showed her how deep I can sink it in a hot cunt."
"You two got me all horny just watching you," the redhead sighed. "I never saw a more beautiful fuck in my life. My pussy's still wet from the excitement."
"Don't want to let that go to waste," the freckle-faced boy laughed; "As long as you have your cunt greased so well, I might as well give my pecker a little more exercise."
"You damn well better!" his mother taunted, giving a vigorous tug on the cock, then catching him by the balls as she laughed.
Jimmy sat up and wrestled playfully with his mother, then caught her by her ass and turned her over on her stomach. He crawled up behind her and pressed himself against her ass, running his heated cock between her thighs.
Joanne felt her limp body begin to tingle as she watched the gleaming knob of the prick come through the deep auburn hair of Betty's pussy. He pulled her up from the bed as he ran his cock up against the damp lips of her cunt. Betty smiled lustfully as she crawled toward Joanne. Her hands spread the brunette's thighs, then grabbed the full breasts while she plunged her face into her friend's groin.
"Ooooooo!" Joanne squealed as she felt the delicious strokes of tongue over her cuntlips. "Mmmmmmmmm!"
Betty worked the throbbing tits until they swelled in delight. Her tongue ran through the lips of Joanne's pussy and lapped sensuously across her clit.
"That's the way!" Jimmy encouraged his mother. "You suck that sweet cunt of hers while I ball away in yours."
"Uhhhhhh!" the redhead answered as she began to suck Joanne's cunt into a fever heat.
The brunette shivered as she watched the tall boy begin to hunch away behind Betty's ass. She saw the shudders of response which shook her friend's body. She felt the increased pressure of the sucking mouth and impassioned tongue at her pussy. Her tits glowed under the expert massage of Betty's magic hands.
"Ooooooo!" she hummed in ecstasy as she clamped her thighs tightly about the red hair and began to roll and twist in passion. "Oooooo, that feels so good. Keep loving me like that. Keep sucking and licking me until I explode! Fuck her, Jimmy! Fuck that sweet ass of hers while she sucks the honey out of my cunt! Oooooo, this is so much fun! Ahhhhhhhhh!"
Joanne could hear the sound of Betty smacking her lips as she drew the flooding juices into her mouth. The brunette was panting wildly, twisting uncontrollably, thrusting her bursting tits against the roving hands and taunting thumbs.
She watched the tension mount on Jimmy's face as he fucked the red-haired beauty beneath him. She saw his hands as they roved over his mother's back and reached beneath to tug at the firm, saucy tits. She could hear the light slapping of his balls against the luscious ass as he pounded into her with increasing vigor. His face contorted with lust and desire. He clenched his eyes shut as he concentrated everything on the sensations in his cock.
"Go, Jimmy!" Joanne encouraged him. "Give it to her! Fuck that gorgeous ass of hers! Fuck her! Fuck her!"
Betty shook in the tight embrace of Joanne's thighs. The redhead shuddered wildly, her mouth sucking even more insanely as her orgasm exploded within her. Joanne felt the climax ignite them all like a chain reaction. She felt the sudden warm flow of her own cum. She saw the glowing ecstasy on Jimmy's face as his body trembled with his massive discharge.
"Ahhhhhjirihhh!" she cried out in wild frenzy. "Armhhhhh!"
The room was a whirling blur of lust and passion and writhing, panting bodies. They all grasped wildly, blindly about. They cried and groaned and rolled, then fell in a heap.
Joanne covered Betty's mouth with her own lips and lapped the cum which remained inside. Jimmy reached around the nude bodies of both women as his last gasps left him limp and listless.
"Wow!" Joanne sighed. "That was some fuck! I'll never be the same after that kind of action."
"Good!" Betty answered with a soft, dreamy smile. "Now we don't have to worry about you finding out about Bobby."
"What about Bobby?" his mother asked, aware that she already suspected the answer. "Have you two already introduced him to your afternoon games?"
"A year ago," Betty told her. "Your innocent little Bobby has been fucking me for a year now. Damn good, too. Just about as good as Jimmy. See what you've had in your own house all along and didn't even know it?"
Joanne listened, knowing she should feel some sort of horror or shock or something like that. Instead she only felt a growing curiosity. She'd have to find out just how much Bobby did know about fucking. If he knew anywhere near as much as Jimmy, then he was a damn sight better fucker than his dad.
She didn't get a chance to find out about her Bobby that night. Her son left immediately after dinner to go over to the coach's home and discuss baseball strategy for the upcoming ballgame. Joanne was left alone and anxious for most of the night. Bob was working late at the shop, as usual. Joanne suspected he was working his cock into the little blonde assistant as- much as anything else. Denni and Ham went out to a movie.
The stacked little brunette debated going out on her own after some cock. The inclination to do so amazed her. She'd been fucked and sucked already today, yet she felt like she was just getting warmed up. This wasn't the Joanne she'd known all her life. It wasn't the Joanne she thought she'd known, that is. A lusty, new woman had begun to emerge in place of the shy Joanne.
She might not be sure how to deal with her new self, but she had to admit there were certain aspects she far preferred. It was nice to feel that when you wanted a fuck, you just went out and got yourself balled. Tonight she wanted a fuck. She wasn't particular. If Bob would come on home, she'd fuck him and hope he'd be as good as he had been the last time. If Bobby were around she'd see if Betty was right about her son's prowess. If Bobby were around she'd see if Betty was right about her son's prowess.
The lusty brunette flounced through the house and poured herself a drink. She glanced at her watch. She'd give anybody fifteen minutes to show up. If no one did, then she'd just have to take matters into her own hands. Joanne sat on the couch and stretched her softly curved legs out in front of her. She was almost as proud of her legs as she was of her tits. She didn't have as nice an ass as Betty, but she had better legs and tits. Come to think of it, she hadn't really heard any complaints about her ass.
She jumped in surprise as she heard a key inserted in the front door. Her tits heaved excitedly in expectation. She looked up as the door opened and saw her daughter come angrily in. Denni slammed the door behind her and started back to her room in a huff.
"What's the trouble?" Joanne asked, following the storming figure of her daughter. "Something wrong?"
"Oh, Mom!" Denni complained, her pert tits thrusting against her summer blouse. "I get so disgusted sometimes!"
"At what?" Joanne asked, watching the blouse and skirt come off to reveal the delicious little curves of the girl.
"Oh, at Ham," the college freshman pouted. "Men can be so disgusting. When they want to make out, you're supposed to be all ready and available. Let you be in the mood for a good session of loving, though, and it's a different story."
Joanne looked at the trim young body. She could not see how any man or boy could help but be in the mood for Denni. Her daughter was as tempting a girl as she could imagine. Denni was small, like her mother. She had an unbelievably small waist, with lush tits and hips, and soft, lovely legs. She reached around the lovely young girl and drew her against her own breasts. She felt Denni crush against the tits and hug into them willingly.
"I just wish I was as pretty as you," the girl complained. "I'll bet if you snuggled up against Ham he wouldn't get so frightened. I bet he'd do this."
She playfully caressed Joanne's tits, then buried her face into the heaving globes while her hand stroked over her mother's soft hips. Joanne shivered at the girl's touch and cupped a young tit in response. Denni carried her teasing play a step further by pressing her hand into Joanne's crotch and sending chills of delight racing through her pussy. Joanne held her tighter and let her own hands begin to answer the teasing play. Before either woman realized it, their bodies were burning with excitement.
"Ummmmmmm," Denni murmured as she reached up beneath her mother's blouse and fondled her big tits while thrusting her own into Joanne's loving hands. "Ooooooooo, your body is so soft and lovely. I always enjoyed it when you cuddled me. I always loved the soft, warm feel of your tits."
"Don't ever complain about your own tits," her mother answered as she unsnapped the girl's bra and leaned down to kiss the saucy young breasts. She kissed the rounded tops of the tits, then tongued lightly about the nipples before sucking a nipple in slow adoration.
Denni tugged at the thin blouse until she got it over Joanne's tits. She released the tiny bra and caught a tit in her mouth as it swung free of the confinement. The girl sucked eagerly on the throbbing nipple and rubbed her finger more rapidly over the pulsing cunt.
Joanne slipped a hand inside Denni's panties and lingered through the soft hairs until she could feel the moist lips of the girl's pussy. She slipped a finger between the lips and rubbed over a taut young clit until she felt her daughter panting and twisting in her arMs. Denni struggled free of their embrace and looked at her mother, her eyes wide with excitement, her nose flaring in passion.
"I want you to love me, Mother," she said. "I want you to love my tits and cunt while I love yours."
Joanne looked at the lovely young body and the deep passion in the girl's eyes. She swallowed the lump which excitement had brought to her throat and nodded. Her hands itched to fill themselves with all those young curves. Her lips ached to suck against that sweet little pussy. Her thighs throbbed in anticipation of catching Denni's pretty head between them. The older woman nodded happily and slipped out of her blouse. They laughed into each other's eyes as they removed their remaining clothes, then stood poised to embrace.
"You're so beautiful!" Denni told her. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Joanne playfully pushed the girl back on the bed and lay down beside her. Her lips began kissing along the young thighs, while her hands caressed over the firm flesh of Denni's ass. Her daughter treated her likewise, forcing shivers of ecstasy to ripple over Joanne's thighs and down her legs. Sparks of erotic delight shot through her cunt as the sweet lips of her daughter came nearer and nearer. Joanne opened her thighs wide to let the girl's face glide toward her waiting pussy. Her own mouth had found the sweet cunt of the girl and began to suck and nibble teasingly about the trembling clit.
They rolled about the bed as they sucked and licked.
"Ummmmmmm," she heard Denni moan in delight as the girl lapped her pussy. "Ummmmmmm!"
She licked more passionately herself, tasting the oozing fluids which began to seep from the young cunt at her lips. Joanne began to suck strongly. The soft, thights around her face trembled at the force of her suction. The ass beneath her pulsed in delight at her ministrations. She buried her face more completely into the cunt and sucked with new intensity as she twisted her mouth in the sweet flowing cunt.
"Ummmmrnm," Joanne moaned in delirious joy, hugging the firm ass tightly and running her finger along the tight crack. "Ummmmmmm."
She felt the girl jerk in surprise as her finger discovered Denni's asshole and played about the tiny opening. Joanne circled the hole, then carefully began easing the tip of her finger inside. Her daughter trembled as she pressed the finger deeper. She made small circles inside the asshole and thrilled to the new throbbing that seized the girl's body. The thought of finger-fucking an ass while she sucked a luscious little cunt drove Joanne into a wild frenzy. She plunged the finger madly back and forth while she sucked, then began to blow into the girl's cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Denni cried out as she rolled and twisted under the erotic torment. "Ahhhhhhh!"
The girl tightened her thighs over Joanne's head and drove her tongue deeper into her mother's pussy. She sucked, then hesitantly tried reversing the direction. Joanne shivered at the blowing, shivered more deliciously as the girl increased the force. They rolled wildly as Denni let her finger take a turn at exploration. She forced it into Joanne's asshole and fucked as rapidly and as passionately as her own ass was being worked over. Her mother's body pulsed in delight as both approached a climax.
The women sucked and licked as their cunts flowed freely. Their bodies shook in violent heaves of joy as they erupted into their orgasMs. They rolled across the bed and back, lovely bodies shaking and pulsing in a united climax. Their embrace tightened. They gasped and panted for breath. They tried to absorb the beauty of the other in their ecstasy.
"Hey! That was some wild screw!" Denni panted as she finally lay back in exhaustion. "I've had my pussy sucked before, but never like this."
"As sweet a pussy as you have, it should always be given special treatment," her mother answered.
Joanne lay back and patted her daughter's young breasts. She smiled at the soft, golden glow which came from Denni's body. She was a beautiful child. She was a lovely young woman. Poor Ham, she thought suddenly. The boy had been offered the opportunity today to fuck either of them. Joanne could picture the good-looking boy now, having to resort to jerking his own cock. Serves him right, she thought. He could have fucked either of them. Hell, he could have fucked both of them.
She lay back and closed her eyes. She was still having to wrestle with this new nature that had manifested itself in her. She liked being so lusty. She liked it a hell of a lot. She was not sure, though, where it might lead. She had a distant fear, in the back of her mind, that it might get her in a batch of trouble if she wasn't careful.
What the hell, she thought. She'd been dead for too long. It was time she lived a little. She would live a lot. She would love a lot. She would fuck whenever and whomever she pleased. The thought was intensely pleasing to Joanne.
Chapter Seven
"Come on now, gorgeous," the voice came over the phone. "You know it's just a matter of time until I get a taste of that tail of yours."
Joanne's lips curled in distaste as she listened to the suggestions of Russ Wilburn. She didn't know how the big, lusty salesman had gotten her phone number, but she felt definite anxiety about his knowing it. She suspected Betty had given it to him. She'd have to check on that. Just because she had begun to enjoy fucking was no reason to give her phone number to a man like Russ. She wasn't ready for him yet, not nearly.
"Girl, I can't get those tits of yours out of my mind," his crude voice continued. "Every girl I fuck, I think about you. Shit! Even when I jerk my meat, I'm thinking about how I'd like to get it into you and ride that ass of yours to hell and back."
"Forget it!" Joanne hissed. "No way I'm going to meet you."
"Sure you will," he laughed. "I told you it's just a matter of time. Old Russ always gets what he wants. One way or another my old pecker is going to part the wet lips and your pussy and get inside. Sooner or later I'm going to ram the biggest cock you ever saw in there and stretch that cunt until it won't be satisfied with anything smaller."
"The hell you will!" the frightened brunette spat into the phone.
Joanne knew she was talking more courageously than she felt. Russ could cause trouble for her. He might find out the identity of Bob. Just as she and her husband had begun to enjoy sex together, this horny bastard might ruin it all. She shuddered at the thought, then daught herself as she started to blurt out her hatred of him. Never argue with a stiff cock. Somewhere she had heard that advice. Her very protests were only encouragement to him. She could. picture him sitting by the phone, holding his cock in his hand, getting more and more heated up by the sound of emotion in her voice. Joanne forced herself to speak calmly, unemotionally.
"There are enough girls in the world who'd love to go to bed with you," she told him, "that you don't need to waste your time with someone who isn't interested."
"But you would be interested," he insisted. "If you ever got this big hunk of meat in you, you'd be interested as hell. This much cock would make you be interested."
"Oh shut up!" she screamed, slamming down the phone.
It was not the intelligent thing to do. She had played into his hands. She had given him the sexual charge of knowing she feared him. It was a stupid outburst. The brunette stared at the phone, expecting it to ring again. She trembled in terror as she awaited the sound of the phone. Finally she realized he wasn't going to call her back. Perhaps, she thought, she had made her refusal plain to him. Maybe he would leave her alone after this.
The brunette walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of brandy. After that conversation, Joanne felt she deserved the brandy. She sloshed the liquid about in the snifter, then took a refreshing sip as she walked to the window and looked out over her back yard. She had felt so good all morning. She had felt such a deep, rich glow about her before the damn call from Russ. She had every reason to feel so. After she and Denni had completed their loving, she had still been glowing when Bob finally came home.
"Hey!" he had greeted her as he stepped into the bedroom. "Look at what a luscious body I've discovered."
She'd been sitting at her dresser, clad in only a thin negligee as she brushed her hair. Bob walked quickly over and lifted her in his arMs. She snuggled against him as he carried her to the bed and caressed his chest while she felt his fingers cuddle her soft ass.
Joanne lay in some confusion as Bob began to caress her glowing body. Strangely, it did not disturb her that he might have just fucked his little blonde assistant. Why should it? She had fucked one boy and two women during the day. She giggled at the thought that, had Ham not been such a coward, it could have been four fucks for the day. She was sure Bob hadn't had that many.
"What the hell are you giggling about?" he asked her as he spread her thighs and fingered her tingling pussy. "What's so damn funny?"
She looked up at him and began to remove his shirt. Her hands stroked lovingly over his chest, teasing his nipples and pulling lightly on the hairs which covered his torso.
"Just a woman's laugh," she said, evading his question. "I was just giggling like a girl because you made me feel suddenly like a girl."
"What a luscious girl," he told her as he slipped from his trousers. "What a lovely girl! What a fuck I want to give this girl!"
Joanne opened her arms to him as he completed his undressing and came over her. His big cock found its way into her waiting cunt and began to thrust powerfully through the throbbing passage. His hands pulled her tits and played roughly with her tingling nipples. Joanne parted her lips for his kiss, her tongue running immediately into his mouth in wild jabs.
"Ummmmmmm," she sighed" as she tightened the muscles of her cunt about the driving cock.
Bob fucked her longer than he'd ever fucked her during their twenty years together. He fucked deeply into her cunt, lifting her legs upward until he had her knees pinned back against her chest. His hands cupped and caressed her ass while his cock rammed into her with increasing frenzy.
The built-up sexual stimulation of the day helped her climax early. It took only the hot stream of his ejaculation for Joanne to shiver into a deep and satisfying orgasm, teasing his tongue with her mouth and twisting her ass delightedly beneath him as they shook in erotic delight.
Afterwards he held her gently and caressed her body with loving and appreciative hands. Joanne lay quietly, enjoying the warm glow. She ran her fingers through his hair and slipped a finger into his ear. Her tits thrust upward to receive his caresses. She smiled hazily into his eyes and blew him a kiss.
"You are turning into a hell of a lover," she congratulated him. "Whatever happened to my minuteman?"
Bob laughed at her and faked a pout. She saw the pleasure on his face and in his eyes. He caught a tit and rolled it in his hand.
"Don't blame me," he told her. "Whatever it was, it happened to you. All of a sudden you became a hell of a sexy little broad. I lost my prim and proper wife, but I found a sensual, earthy woman."
The sensual, earthy woman sipped her brandy and stared out the window. She had no intention of letting Russ Wilburn destroy what had begun to happen. She had no idea how to brush him away, but she knew she had to come up with a solution. Joanne lifted the snifter and downed the remaining brandy. She shivered at the hot flow of the liquid down her throat and turned away from the window.
"Hi, Mom!" Bobby cried as he came barreling through the front door and swept her into his arMs. He spun her in the air as she gasped for breath. He leaned his head against her tits for a moment, then set back on her feet and laughed down at her questioning eyes.
"What brought that on?" she asked, still tingling from the sudden excitement. "You been dipping into the liquor supply?"
"I just came from Jimmy's," he answered, grinning broadly at her. "I hear you found out about my secret. You have a few secrets of your own, too, don't you?"
The boy caught her face between his palms and kissed her teasingly on the lips. Then he let her go and looked over her body with appreciation. His eyes rested a moment on her breasts before concentrating on the V of her groin, which was emphasized by the tight shorts she was wearing.
Joanne gasped at his reaction. She would have expected him to be more confused about his new knowledge. She would not have anticipated this eager acceptance of his mother fucking with his best friend. Somehow, he was supposed to let her seduce him. Instead, he was bouncing on the balls of his feet, happily ready to take her for a quick toss in bed. It was not the way she had planned it. Not at all.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, her eyes twinkling back at his. "What kind of secrets do you think I'd have?"
"Oh Mom! I know all about it. I know about all of it."
The boy drew her against his chest. Joanne could feel the excited pounding of his heart. She felt the warmth from his cock against her crotch as he pulled her tighter against himself. He hugged her affectionately and kissed the top of her head.
"What's this you know all about?" she insisted. "Tell me all you've heard about your wicked, evil mother."
"Evil, wicked nothing!" he answered. "I've heard about the sexiest chick in town. Someone who should know told me you're better than his own mother."
"You're talking about Betty and Jimmy?" she asked, stepping out of his embrace and turning away from the boy. She needed a moment to collect herself, Joanne walked over to a cabinet and began to idly rearrange the articles along the shelves.
"Yes," her son answered. "If you're better than that sexy redhead you have to be something special. Denni says you gave her a better turn-on than she ever got before from a guy or a chick."
Joanne felt the tears welling up in her eyes.
Couldn't anyone keep a secret? Did everyone go around blabbing everything? How many others had been told about her? She shuddered at the thought. She trembled at the possibility of it all getting back to Bob. Russ Wilburn wasn't the only problem she had. There were too damn many doing too much talking.
"I suppose all this is being passed around the whole damn town!" she sobbed suddenly, bracing herself against the cabinet for support.
"No way!" Bobby assured her.
She felt him step up behind her. His hands caught her around the shoulders and held her tightly. He pulled her against his body. Her ass felt the heat from his young cock. Finally he reached around her and caught her tits in his hands. He held the heaving globes softly and lowered his head down over hers.
"No reason to think that," he continued. "I know, but I'm the only one any of them have said a word to. Hey, Mom, calm down."
Bobby released the tits and turned her to face' him. He kissed her eyes softly, then covered her mouth with his lips. Joanne felt her body respond immediately to his passionate kiss. Her knees seemed to go weak on her, forcing her to put her arms about his neck to hold herself up. Her son lifted his face from hers and smiled down.
"Be honest now," he told her. "You had no suspicion at all about me, did you?"
"No," she had to admit.
The brunette realized his meaning. Betty and
Jimmy had kept it all to themselves about Bobby until she had joined in their games. Then they told her. They told her son for the same reason. He was one of them. She felt better immediately knowing that there would be no gossip to reach Bob. She pulled the boy's face back to hers and kissed him firmly. Her tongue parted his lips and reached inside as he sucked the breath from her.
His hands came up inside her blouse and clamped over her tits. Bobby caressed her breasts and ran a thumb inside her bra to tease her tingling nipple. His cock swelled against her. He forced a leg upward between her thighs and pressed it firmly against her pussy.
Joanne felt the desire rising through her body. She rolled her tits beneath his hands and twisted her cunt down on his leg. The brunette brought her own leg up to press into the swollen cock.
"Ummmmmm," Bobby moaned at her touch. "Ummmmm, you are as sexy as they said you were."
"Forget what you've been told," Joanne snapped at him. "Find out for yourself what it's like."
"Yes, ma'am!" her son replied.
He lifted her into the air and walked through the living room, back toward her bedroom. Joanne snuggled excitedly against him, her body already pulsing in erotic anticipation. She kissed and nibbled along his neck as he turned sideways to get them through the door. She pressed her tits against his chest as he carried her to the bed. She lay panting as she looked up at him and waited for him to join her.
Bobby looked down at the exciting view of his mother. Her tits seemed larger than he'd ever seen them. Her legs glowed as their deeply tanned curves contrasted with the soft rose color of the bedspread. Her shining black hair fell over one shoulder and spilled across the bed. She was the most desirable woman he'd ever imagined.
His cock pounded within his pants. His hands ached to be filled with her luscious curves. He watched her as she slowly began to slip her shorts over her hips and down her legs. Her cunt hairs gleamed through the dainty pink panties. He stood, immobilized by her beauty, then caught himself. This was no time to stand gaping at her. This was fucking time.
Joanne watched the boy drop his pants, then skin out of his shirt. She smiled at his lean young body as she removed her blouse and unhooked her bra. The boy's pecker leaped upward as his shqrts dropped. The brunette felt her body glow as she anticipated getting that young cock in her hands. She tossed the bra across the bed and slid her panties down her hips. Bobby stepped back to the bed and reached for the shimmering nylon. He knelt beside her and drew the pink panties down her thighs as his lips came toward her excited pussy.
"Man! You are some beautiful woman!" he breathed excitedly, then began kissing up her thighs and into the lush growth of cunt hair.
Joanne shivered wildly as his lips closed over her cunt. He kissed her deeply, his suction thrilling her pussy, his tongue igniting her clit. The little brunette hunched her cunt up against his mouth and wrapped her legs around his shoulders. She squirmed beneath his kiss, then released him and turned herself on the bed so she could get her face toward his throbbing cock. His mouth went back to her pussy as she got the big pecker in her hands and brought its glowing head to her lips.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned in delight as she kissed over the warm knob. "Mmmmmmmmm. What nice young meat this is. What a strong, firm cock you've grown."
"You're the reason for that," he said, raising his head from her pussy a moment. "It was the sight of your tits and cunt that made it that hard."
Joanne licked the knob as she began to draw the skin lovingly along the shaft. One hand reached beneath the rigid shaft and felt his balls. Bobby plunged his mouth back over her pussy and sucked wildly as her fingers drove him to higher excitement.
Joanne pulled his cock into her mouth and sucked back while she tugged at his balls. She could feel the heat rise in his cock. She felt the great prick trembling in anticipation as she sucked it and tongued over the pulsing head. Her pussy was flowing wildly as Bobby's tongue lapped up her juices.
"Uhhhhh!" he moaned as his hands caressed her soft ass. "Ohhhhhh!"
The brunette felt his cock threaten to unload in her mouth. She felt the boy fighting to contain the orgasm which was screaming to erupt from him. She let go of his cock and waited for him to turn and come over her with his lust-maddened cock pointed at her soaking pussy.
"Now to get some of this pussy!" he panted.
Joanne shuddered as he drove into her in a single powerful surge. Her pussy pulsed about the beautiful pecker as he drove it between her rapidly contracting cunt walls. She sucked on his cock with her pussy, and he sucked her tits as he fucked her.
"Ummmmm," she sighed, thrusting a tit toward his loving mouth.
He caught the areola between his lips and tongued the nipple, then began to suck and twist the tit into enraged passion. Joanne heaved her body against him with an intensity to match his own youthful fervor. She felt her juices rising fast as she listened to the sound of his cock plunging through the moisture of her steaming cunt.
"Ooooooo!" she cried suddenly as her climax mounted. "Ooooo, give it to me, Bobby! Fuck me! Fuck your mother! Oooooooo! I need you now!"
She twisted on the bed as her orgasm swept through her. She rolled about as exploding sparks of erotic fire flashed through her body. She lost consciousness of all except the ramming presence of his hiige cock and the clawing of his hands over her ecstatic tits.
She felt his mouth cover her lips and her breath drawn from her in the frenzy of his kiss. Her mouth glowed to the touch of his roving tongue. She panted and gasped as her orgasm mounted to a greater peak than she'd ever experienced.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Bobby cried as his pent-up load exploded into her.
His cock shuddered as it unleashed its hot charge. He shook and sucked and pawed wildly at her tits as he drove his cock harder and harder into hex pussy. He fucked until his body gave out on him, then fell heavily on the luscious body beneath.
"Wow!" he gasped afterwards. "You are a hell of a fuck!"
"I am when I have something worth fucking inside me," she answered, still feeling his cock in her.
She squeezed the cock with her cunt and watched the soft smile of pleasure which spread over his face. Even after losing its wad, his cock was still exciting to have inside her.
"You stay right there," she ordered him. "Soon as you build up another good charge I want another fuck. No need to take that sweet piece of meat out, not when it's going to go right back in."
He reached beneath her and cupped her ass as his way of agreeing. He pressed his hand into the sweet flesh and leaned back to kiss and nibble one of her pulsing tits.
Chapter Eight
Joanne placed the receiver of the phone back in its cradle. She got up from the chair and went back to her bedroom to take a quick shower and change clothes. She had hesitated to accept the invitation at first. The more Betty talked, though, the more curious the brunette became. She had known that Carl had a crush on her. She had known that for some time. To have his wife make the proposition was a new approach. At least it was a new approach to Joanne. She shrugged her shoulders at her own ignorance. Perhaps in the life-style Carl and Betty had embraced it was a perfectly natural way to go about it.
Joanne could not imagine herself finding a woman for Bob. She no longer objected to Bob's affair with the little blonde at the shop. She didn't really mind his fucking the tall, busty waitress from the Holiday Inn, as the latest gossip suggested. He could have as many women as he liked as long as he performed with her as he had been lately. Of course he would also have to accept her rights to fuck whatever men she pleased. Bob didn't know that he was operating under those conditions yet. At some point she would have to make that clear to him.
The brunette laughed as she imagined how he would react. Bob would be shocked, wouldn't he? He had always complained because she was too proper, too tight. He didn't realize that her tightness was just her pent-up emotion. What she had needed all along was a few good fucks. Now that she was getting all she needed, she was able to turn him on in bed. The man would have to accept that. He'd just have to agree to it.
She stood in the shower, enjoying the way the water sprayed about her body and ran down between her tits into the black hair of her cunt. Joanne smiled, remembering the scene with her son. The boy had learned an awful lot from Betty. He was certainly better at it than his father. She tingled all over again, remembering the way he played his young prick about her cunt. Joanne stroked into her pussy as she closed her eyes and remembered the delicious feeling of her son's cock.
She had been surprised to learn that he and Denni had done some experimentation of their own. The brunette had flared at the mention of his fucking his sister, then had to admit that if he and his mother could screw she couldn't object to the other. Joanne admitted to herself that she was caught in the web of passion which had.suddenly surrounded her life. No one would understand her, except for Betty, but it was sure a hell of a lot of fun. It beat the continual frustration she had lived under for so many years.
Joanne stepped from the shower and toweled off quickly. She walked to her dressing room and stepped into her thinest panties. She decided to go braless and selected a dress which would emphasize her dimensions yet still give a tiny bit of support to her huge breasts. She posed before her mirror and smiled her satisfaction at the image, then ran lightly out to her car and drove to Betty's.
"Now we can have a real party!" Betty cried as Joanne stepped inside the Sandifer house. "I was getting awfully tired of being the only pussy around."
Carl came up behind his wife and beamed as he saw Joanne. He stepped around the redhead and took Joanne in his arm, guiding her back to the porch. His hand cupped a tit as they walked, bouncing it lightly with their movements.
"Damn, but you have a build on you," he muttered, giving the tit a firm squeeze as he looked directly down the neckline of her dress.
Joanne felt his hand tremble in anticipation as it caught her nipple playfully. She put an arm around his waist and pressed the matching tit into his side. She could see the massive bulge in his groin as he led her to the small bar.
"Name it," he said. "Whatever you like as long as you want a martini."
"How'd you ever guess?" She was relieved not to have to face whatever the concoction had been Jimmy provided her a few days before. She took the glass as he poured from a pitcher.
"You going to just ignore me today?" the teenager asked from the end of the couch.
Joanne turned and smiled into the freckled face. She stepped to him and tiptoed up as he stood. She kissed him firmly on his lips and let his tongue sip briefly into her mouth.
"Your dad wasn't giving me much chance to speak to anyone," she apologized, sitting beside him on the couch.
Betty stepped back to the porch and checked the tapes on the stereo before finding her drink and sitting in a lounge chair facing them. Carl remained standing beside the bar, his eyes never leaving the curve of Joanne's tits in the light summer dress.
"Just keep your cock in your pants over there," the man remarked dryly to his son. "You've already tasted that tail. This afternoon is my turn. I'm mad enough at you about that as it is. Here I've been getting the hots for Joanne all these years I've known her and my son gets into her panties before I do."
"Here, now!" Betty interceded. "No fights over another woman. Our big-boobed little friend has plenty for everybody. Right, Joanne?"
The brunette nodded thankfully and smiled at her friend. She certainly wanted no argument going on. She didn't want to be fucked by an angry man, whichever he might be. After all, Betty had recruited her for Carl. And the man was correct. Jimmy had already fucked her once. She was anxious for another toss with the boy, but this afternoon she was here as his father's partner.
"Sorry," the boy apologized. He patted Joanne's thighs, letting his fingers slip across her groin, and smiled his willingness to wait his turn.
"Now that we've passed that hurdle," the redhead said, "I think it's time we got on with our little afternoon orgy."
"Thought we'd never get around to it," her husband said as he stepped toward the couch and caught Joanne's hands.
He pulled her to her feet and caught her about the waist, lifting her from the floor and whirling her about happily. The brunette was amazed at the strength Carl had in such a slender body. Bob could toss her around like this, but her husband had an extra fifty pounds on Carl.
"Hey!" she laughed. "Don't wear yourself out. Save some of that energy for the bedroom."
The sandy-haired man laughed louder and tossed her more vigorously. He caught her with his hands on her waist, just above her hips, and lifted her straight into the air, then let her go and caught her beneath her ass and shoulders as she came down.
"I was a professional dancer years back," he explained. "I used to make my living tossing pretty girls around. I have to confess, though, that I never tossed as exciting a set of tits and ass as this."
He emphasized his point by burying his face in her tits and letting the hand that was beneath her ass twist into her pussy. Joanne hugged herself against him as he walked with her through the house and into the master bedroom. The brunette shivered as she saw the huge bed. She had been in Betty's bedroom on numerous occasions and had always been fascinated by the bed. This was far larger than a king-size. The redhead had told her they had it specially made. Betty called it her "playground". Now Joanne felt herself being tossed lightly onto the "playground" as she heard the laughing voices of Jimmy and Betty following them into the room.
Carl reached over and sat her up so he could unzip her dress and strip it down over her waist and hips. His eyes showed their appreciation as he looked at her naked tits. He motioned for her to complete the removal of the dress while he slipped quickly out of his clothes. He stood before her, his slender cock upright and waving. He waited for her to slide the panties over her hips and down her thighs, then sat beside her on the massive mattress.
"Wow!" he breathed as he took a tit in each hand and began to fondle them slowly and sensuously. "What a pair of tits!"
Carl cupped her tits gently, his fingers working them slowly and sensuously around. The brunette felt them swell outward in response to the massage. Her breath was coming in short gasps as his hands finally began to move beneath the heaving breasts. She watched his cock tremble in delight and reached out to take hold of the inviting shaft.
"Not too fasti" Carl warned her. "Don't build me up too fast. After all these years of waiting to get my hands on your body, I don't want to just hop on you and bang away."
She smiled her delight at his approach and lingered his cock as gently as he was massaging her tits. This was going to be a good fuck. She had no doubts about that. If he kept this up, he'd have her a raving maniac before he even began playing with her pussy. She shivered in anticipation of a beautiful fuck from a master.
"Son," Carl told Jimmy, "you watch this and take a lesson from your old man. You may think all it takes is a long cock to satisfy a woman. Sometimes that's all you need. Sometimes though you can get a better piece of ass if you use a little patience. You can also have more to remember afterwards. First, you want to work on the tits. Don't be rough with them at first. Start with a slow, easy massage like this."
"Here," Betty told her son, "don't just stand there gaping. I've got a pair of tits. Practice on me. Get me lathered up while your dad is working on Joanne. Then we can all fuck together."
The brunette watched the boy begin to imitate his father's movements. Betty's face showed the same slow build-up of ecstasy that Joanne was feeling. Her tits were warming under their treatment. They felt lighter and lighter. They began to feel as though they were not really attached to her body. They were now soft puffs of pleasure, floating in the air. She sighed deeply, feeling the rosy glow of her tits being lifted as though by a delicate breeze.
"Mmmmmmmm," she cooed. "You do know how to touch a tit. I never had them feel so good before."
"We've only begun to teach you about feeling," Carl told her.
His fingers kept working lightly on her tits. They brushed across her nipples, barely touching her as they teased over the areolas. Joanne kept trying to lean forward and lay a tit more firmly into his hand. Carl anticipated her every time and drew his fingers back.
"You can tell when they're worked up," he told Jimmy, "after a little practice. Watch the way Joanne breathes. Watch the way her tits jump at me. Watch the sensitivity in her nipples. Right, Joanne?"
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, aching for him to touch her roughly. "Mmmmm. They feel so good. They want to be grabbed and twisted and mashed and mangled."
"That means it's time to leave them," he announced. "I'll get back to them later. Now we'll let them glow while we get the rest of her body ready to be fucked."
He pushed Joanne gently back onto the bed and leaned over her. He lightly kissed the very tips of her nipples, then began to move his fingers over her waist. He worked with only the tips of his fingers, stroking lightly and rapidly along her waist and hips until her body began to glow and pulse from the excitement. The little brunette writhed in tormented delight while his magic fingers came across her flat tummy and worked around her navel.
Joanne could hear the rapid pants of Betty as her body experienced the same blazing desire. Every fiber of Joanne's body was coming alive. Every inch of her skin seemed to be more alert and sensitive than she would have dreamed possible.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried, rolling back and forth in her delicious agony. "Ohhhhhh, you're driving me mad! You're sending me right up the wall!"
"But your body is responding to every touch, isn't it? You feel even the lightest touch of my fingertips."
"Oh God, yes!" she panted. "Please! I'want you to stop and fuck me! I want you to keep on with this, too! I don't know what I want! I'm all on fire, inside and out!"
"That's my girl!" he congratulated her. "When we do fuck, you'll have the bailing of your life. I promise that."
His fingers roamed down her hips to her thighs. She shivered and pulsed about the bed as he traced the outside of her legs, then began to finger back up the inside. Joanne began to gasp for breath as the taunting fingers reached the insides of her thighs. She shook wildly in anticipation of his getting to her pussy. She heard the deeper gasps which came from Betty and reached over to clasp the redhead's hand. They squeezed their fingers together tightly as the father and son brought ripples of passion along their thighs.
"My pussy!" Betty cried. "Get to my pussy before I go crazy! Oh please! Please! I want you to stroke my pussy!"
Joanne felt the same wild desire. Her cunt was flowing as it pulsed in anticipation. She panted and rolled on the bed, praying for Carl to come on up her thighs and touch her pussy. She might explode if he did, but she was sure to explode if he did not. She held tightly to Betty's hand and trembled as Carl's fingers played over her cunt hairs.
"That sweet little pussy is already sweating," he told her softly. "Your cunt hair is wet from excitement. Don't panic. We're almost ready. Just have to work on your cunt a moment or two."
"Ooooooohhhnhhh!" she squealed loudly as he touched the lips of her pussy. "Oooooohhhhhhh, I can't stand it! I'll die unless you fuck me! I'll absolutely die!"
Carl laughed at her frantic appeal and continued his slow, sensual finger massage. He awakened her cunt to the same exquisite sensitivity as her tits. Her passage pulsed and contracted madly, crazed for the feel of a man's cock inside. Joanne feared she would lose her breath from her exploding, panting desire. The room was whirling about her. Her body was floating somewhere in the air over the bed. She was a soaring, reeling mass of fiery passion as his finger left her cunt.
His hands came back to her tits. This time he cupped them with his entire hand. He pressed her breasts into her chest as he climbed over her. Joanne reached for his cock. This time he let her grasp it roughly. She pumped the heated rod madly. She fingered the swollen head and stroked his balls. She hunched her cunt toward him and guided the cock between its lips.
"Ooooooo," she sighed in relief as the head slipped easily through and rubbed over her clit. "Ooooooo, at last! At last, Carl! Come on! fuck me until I cry!"
He drove his cock in slow, steady movements. Her sensitized pussy responded immediately. Joanne gasped as her orgasm flooded through her body. She hunched and pulsed in the wild excitement gripping her. Her cunt felt every movement of the prick. Her tits felt every move of his fingers. She fucked him frantically as she soared off in a powerful climax. Sparks shot off all around her and inside her. She felt nothing except the steady plunging of the cock and the firm pressure of his hands on her tits.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried out, wrapping her legs around as he fucked her. "Ohhhhhh, this is beautiful! This is fantastic!"
He kept up his deep, firm thrusts as she came through her orgasm. He held her lovingly and did not relax his fucking in the least. His hands pulled at her tits more sensuously, then reached down to lift her legs up over his back, exposing her pussy to deeper thrusts.
"Now we begin the real fuck," he chuckled to her. "Now we get to the real fun."
The brunette relaxed for a few seconds, closing her eyes and riding softly with his deep cock strokes. Before she realized it she was rising to another climax. Her pussy renewed its pulsing spasms around the long cock. Her tits burned with more desire than ever. She felt her breath beginning to come in pants. Carl kept up the maddeningly steady plunges of his cock.
Joanne determined to drive him into a frenzy equaling her own. This time she would not let him get away with fucking her so calmly while she was going crazy in an orgasm. She reached around his ass, then drew her hand back and slipped it between their legs. She caught his balls as they slapped against her ass and began to fondle them. She teased with the same light touch he had used to drive her into such ecstasy.
"Hey!" he cried to her. "You're trying to tease me, little fox!"
She blew him a kiss, then parted her lips for his mouth to come down on them. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and drew his breath from him as she felt him respond to the teasing play of her fingers. She twisted her pussy to increase the friction on the driving cock. Joanne felt his body throb in union with her. She increased her teasing until she heard his gasp for breath.
"Now, damn it!" she cried out. "Fill me! Unload that cock in me before my pussy bites it off!"
"You called it!" he panted, his body jumping into sudden frantic intensity.
He slammed against her as he drove his cock wildly into her cunt. He twisted her tits and raked his tongue in her mouth. His cock heated up inside her, then spewed hot cum into her trembling cunt.
"Ahhhhhh!" he cried out as he unloaded his jism. "Ahhhhh! What a fantastic fuck! What a sweet piece of pussy!"
The couple beside them thrashed as wildly as they. Joanne and Betty entwined their fingers more tightly as the two women ecstatically received the cum of their men. They throbbed and thrashed, rolled and twisted through their frantic orgasms.
"That's what I call an orgy," Betty panted in breathless delight as they calmed themselves. "That's how to work up a real fuck."
Joanne smiled over at her. She was too out of breath to answer. She could only smile as she held Carl's slowly pulsing shaft in her pussy. This was the way to fuck. Careful preparation made it all the more exciting. She'd have to work with Bobby on this. Eventually she might be able to get Bob himself to try such a slow approach.
The thought brought a deeper anticipation. Some day, if she were able to bring it about, she'd like to duplicate this fuck. That time she would have Bob in her pussy and Denni and Bobby beside her. That would be worth planning for, worth working for.
Chapter Nine
She spotted the motel sign ahead. Joanne slowed her Buick and signaled a turn into the drive. She was frightened of what lay ahead of her, but determined to follow through. She had to meet him. There was no other way. She had tried to think of some way out since he called this morning. She had agonized from the moment she saw Russ standing inside Bob's shop, laughing and talking with her husband. Then he had called her and given his conditions for not talking. She'd known he would call. She'd known what he would demand. She'd known she would have to comply.
She was not ready to tell Bob everything, not yet. There was too much that had to be accomplished before she could be sure enough of him for that. She needed more time, and fucking Russ Wilburn was the only way she could get that extra time. She shuddered at the thought, but wheeled the car into the motel nevertheless. She had to do this. There was no other way.
She drove slowly past the office, back toward the rooMs. The brunette strained to see the room numbers in the dark. Finally she caught the sequence and drove to the area of Russ Wilburn's room. Joanne sat in the car a few minutes, screwing her nerve back up. She wanted to back out. She wanted to run for a phone and call for Bob to come for her and save her from this. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.
The motel room door was opened at her first tap. Russ smiled at her and drew her quickly into the room. Joanne gasped to see three other men with him. They had bottles set out on the dresser and appeared to have been boozing it up for some time.
"Here she is!" Russ announced to the others. "Didn't I tell you she was something special. Any of you ever seen tits like these?"
He cupped a tit for the men and grinned lewdly down at Joanne. The brunette gave him a sharp glare and walked over to the dresser. She poured herself a stiff drink and looked back at the crude salesman with disgust in her eyes. It was bad enough that he blackmailed her into meeting him. Showing her off like this to his drunken friends made it all that much worse. The revulsion she had felt for him before was magnified into raw hatred. The man was parading her like a common whore.
The men stared hungrily at her. The skinny, dark-haired man nearest her patted her on the ass, then grabbed her ass in a firm grip. He laughed as she jumped away from his touch, spilling her drink down the front of her dress.
"Hey, Russ," the man laughed, "she's a jumpy one! Clumsy, too. She poured her booze all over her dress."
"That don't matter," a coarse-looking younger man with unkempt blond hair chuckled. "She ain't gonna have her clothes on very much anyway."
"Come on, baby," the fourth member of the group urged her, stepping in front and leering down at her. "Get the dress off so we can see what we've got for the evening."
Joanne looked up at the big, grinning men with thinning hair. The meaning of his words slowly dawned on her. Russ had invited them all to share her. She was to be fucked by them all. The little brunette felt panic sweep through her body. This was a hell of a lot more than she had bargained for. She shoved past the balding man and started for the door. Before she could reach it Russ caught her by the arm and spun her back toward him.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he demanded, holding her arm in a rough grip.
"Out of here," she flared. "Let go! I'm leaving. This is more than I bargained for."
"Aw come on now, honey," he laughed coarsely. "What's a little pussy between friends? You don't think I'm going to let my buddies starve while I eat a feast, do you?"
"You can go to hell for all I care!"
She was about to say more when his big hand came across her face. The brunette felt her head snap back from the force with which he slapped her. He pulled her against him and growled in her face.
"Enough of that. You came out here to be fucked, lady. And fucked is what you're gonna be. It doesn't matter whether I fuck you a dozen times or whether we split it up between us. You scream if you want to and get the manager in here. We'll swear that you just raised the price. We'll swear that we've all fucked you every time we've been in this part of the state. You drove up here to meet us tonight, so how are you going to dispute us?"
Joanne stared at him in horror. His eyes glittered at her with an intensity she had never seen before. There was no way out. She knew he'd do exactly what he threatened. Bob would never understand, nor would Bobby or Denni. She was trapped in this motel room. She was their plaything for the night.
Joanne felt her knees go weak as she realized her helplessness. She could only hope that they were drunk enough to pass out before they were too rough on her. She tried to swallow the hot, dry lump in her throat as Russ turned her back toward the others.
"That's better," he growled. "Now, let's get to know each other. That's Les, over there by the booze."
He indicated the skinny man who had grabbed her ass. Joanne waited passively while he introduced the other two men. The young blond was called Tip, the balding one was Roger. They each lifted a glass toward her as they were introduced, then downed their booze in a single gulp.
"Hey!" Les shouted. "We gonna stand around all night? Shit! I'm ready for some fucking. I need some of that pussy. Russ, I guess you get first ball, since you got her here. If you aren't ready, though, just say so and I'll knock off a piece of that while you build up a hard."
"Go to hell, Les!" the big salesman laughed. "I've been waiting to fuck this tail for weeks. You heard him," he told Joanne as he reached behind her and unzipped her dress. "They're all hot to fuck. We better get you on the bed and in action fast."
He pulled the dress roughly. She heard it tear as he dragged it down from her shoulders and let it drop from her hips. The men gaped at her as she stood before them in bra and panties. They whistled and moistened their lips, lust glowing all over their faces.
"Look at that!" Tip breathed in admiration. "Just look at all that sweet pussy standing there. God! My cock is jerking already."
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his swollen cock to emphasize his point. Joanne looked at the thick pecker in disgust as Russ unsnapped her bra and pulled it from her. His hand grabbed a tit and twisted it painfully about her chest while his other tugged her panties down to her thighs.
"Hey, Russ!" Tip suggested. "How about her blowing me while you fuck her? Man, my cock can't take much of this. You can't get your prick in but one hole at a time, no matter how big it is."
She felt Russ tense as he considered the suggestion. His hand froze over her tit while his other paused where it had begun to grab at her pussy. Joanne saw the excitement on the faces of the other men.
"Go ahead," Roger suggested, "let her suck him. That way Les and I can get in our fucks before Tip stretches her pussy with that short, wide meat of his."
"What the hell," Russ agreed as he lifted Joanne and tossed her onto the bed. "It don't matter that much to me. Let her blow you. Just keep your hands off her tits while I'm fucking. I want to play with those myself."
"O.K.," Tip agreed.
Russ motioned the younger man to the bed. He grabbed Joanne by her hips and swung her onto her stomach. She watched the young blond crawl on the bed and spread his legs. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He shoved his shorts down and pulled his cock and balls over the top of the elastic band. The man grinned at her as he held the thick, stubby pecker out to her.
"Here you are, baby," he told her. "Get to licking this meat. I don't want any shy little kisses. I want a good hard sucking. You understand?"
She heard the sound of Russ dropping his clothing behind her. The bed sagged as the big man climbed up behind her and fitted himself between her thighs. He lifted her ass until he could run his hot prick beneath her and up against her pussy. She felt the head throbbing against her cuntlips as Tip scooted himself toward her. She sighed in resignation and reached for the thick pecker as Russ lunged his cock against her dry cunt. She caught the younger man's prick and pumped the skin along the shaft for a few moments.
"Ahhhhh!" he sighed. "That sure feels good. Now let's see what you can do with that pair of lips."
"You leave her alone until I get her over this cock back here," Russ growled.
A big hand came around her and clamped over one of her tits. He squeezed the heaving glove and pinched the nipple between two fingers. His cock forced its way between the lips of her cunt and pressed roughly into her clit. Joanne knew she was not yet lubricated enough to take so much cock into her cunt without pain. She twisted her ass in an attempt to delay the brutal thrust that would send the rock-hard prick tearing through her pussy. Russ hunched, but she was able to divert the direction of his cock each time. She heard him panting in frustration as he struggled to get into her.
"Stop wiggling, damn it!" he snarled. "I can't take all night for one little fuck. There's other men waiting."
He removed the hand from her tit and grabbed her hips in both hands. He held her steady and gave a violent shove of his cock. Joanne gasped in pain as the huge rod stretched her tender cunt and forced its way into her.
"Ahhhhhh!" Russ panted at his success. "Now ride that cock, honey. You ride the hell out of it. I want to feel that tight little pussy go crazy."
The brunette winced at the pain and reached for Tip's prick. Her tits shuddered as Russ got both hands on them and rolled them around while he rammed the big cock up into her cunt. The pressure of the cock against her clit as it pumped her finally forced her pussy to secrete enough oil to ease the discomfort. Joanne began to feel the stimulation of the fuck despite her revulsion. The cock drove sensuously through her cunt, sending shivers of erotic sensation through her body.
Tip grabbed her head in his hands and forced her face down onto his cock. The brunette took the big knob into her mouth and licked over it while she pumped the skin along the shaft. When Tip almost choked her by hunching upward into her throat she decided that her safest course would be to bring him to orgasm as soon as possible. He was shoving her head over his cock and hunching it upward like a madman. She sucked sharply on the cock as she reached beneath and began to finger his balls.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" he gasped. "This broad knows how to treat a man. That's a sweet little mouth. I hope her pussy is treating your pecker right, Russ. She's sure sucking the hell out of mine!"
Joanne shuddered as Russ increased the tempo of his fucking. The cock seemed to be lifting her into the air with each long, lust-maddened thrust. He pulled roughly on her tits, then mashed them flat into her chest and twisted the aching nipples. Despite it all, though, her cunt was still responding to the driving presence of his cock.
"Ahhhlihhh!" Tip gasped as he pumped upward toward her throat with renewed intensity.
Joanne was thankful that his cock was no longer. A pecker the length of the one in her cunt would be forcing its way into her throat and choking her. As it was, she had trouble to keep from gagging on the mouthful of meat. She pulled on his balls and sucked harder. Suddenly she blew on his cock. She tightened her lips over the shaft and blew and sucked alternately.
"Eeeeeeeoooooowwwww!" Tip cried out as his pecker trembled in her mouth. "Ooooooooowww-wwww! Here it comes, baby! Eat that good cum!"
The force of his charge came awfully close to strangling the woman. She felt the spewing semen fill her mouth. She tried to get loose from the cock so she could spit it out. Tip kept his tight hold on her head, however, and gave her no opportunity. She held the jism in her mouth as long as she could, then gave in and forced a swallow. Joanne shuddered as the acrid cum went down. She fought back the nausea as more came gushing from the throbbing cock.
"Uhhhhhh!" she heard from Russ as he grunted and groaned in the ecstasy of his fuck. "Uhhhhhhhh! Damn! What a tight pussy! What a hot tight pussy!"
She twisted her ass more wildly. This time she twisted to heighten the contact between cunt and cock. If a tight fit excited Russ, she'd give him a tight fit. She'd make the friction as great as possible to bring him to orgasm as soon as she could. This was going to be her only defense tonight. As long as she could get them to blow their wads quickly, they wouldn't be too rough on her. She was even aware of the bitter irony of it all. She had met Russ because she was disgusted with one-minute fucks. Now she was trying desperately to get the shortest fucks possible.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" he panted as his cock shuddered in her. "You got me, baby! You got me ready to blow it all into you! I want to fill that little pussy of yours with cum! Ahhhhhhhh!"
Joanne swallowed the last of Tip's cum as Russ erupted inside her. The cock rammed about her frantically as it unloaded its hot juice. She felt her body respond to the warm explosion inside her. She shook with the big man as he held her in the air and pumped his load into her trembling body.
"Uhhhhhh!" he kept grunting. "Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh! Take it, baby! Take this cum in that pussy!"
Tip had already withdrawn his cock by the time Russ completed his mammoth orgasm. Joanne felt weak and dazed from the experience. She sank onto the bed as Russ finally pulled his long cock out of her cunt. She lay there, her tits and pussy aching from the rough treatment. She ached, but she felt a deep inner warmth at the same time. She had taken on two rough men together and given them satisfaction. She just had to look at the smiles of delight on their faces to know that.
"Hey, men," Roger said. "Get out of the way. There's two more cocks here ready to fuck!"
He gulped down the remainder of his drink and set the glass down. Joanne watched in resignation as the fat man slipped out of his clothes and walked to the bed. His cock quivered in its excitement as he looked lustfully down at her luscious body.
The brunette looked up at him, hoping he might give her a few minutes to recover. The lust on his face convinced her that she would be wasting her time even to ask. Roger was ready to fuck. The balding man wanted her now, not five minutes from now. Watching her being fucked by Russ had only increased his desire.
"Got a new way I want to try out," he announced to her. "Fucked that way years ago, but not since I added all this weight. Still, you ought to be happy about it. If it works you won't have to have all my weight on top of you."
He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for her. He pulled her to the side of the bed and looked excitedly at her tits, still red from the treatment Russ had given them. She felt a slight relief at the sudden softness in his eyes. His cock was still hard and erect, but his eyes looked at her softly. Then Joanne realized they were only dazed from his drinking. She watched the heaving of his giant stomach as he pulled her to the floor.
"Climb up here," he told her, indicating his cock. "Wrap your legs around my waist as you sit your pussy down on my prick. You ever fucked sitting down before?"
She shook her head, trying to estimate if she could spread her thighs wide enough to get them around all that gut. There was nothing to do but try. She straddled his legs and began to squirm up his huge thighs to bring her pussy over the waiting cock. By pushing it down and forward she was able to get it to the lips of her cunt. She spread her legs as much as possible, but he was too large for her to get on him. At least she thought so until he grabbed her ass and pulled her roughly.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Her legs felt like they were going to snap off at her hips. Joanne was almost positive he had cracked her pelvis with the force with which he pulled her over his cock. He had her on it, though. He had her impaled on his rod, and was smiling drunkenly at her. He held her there with one hand while his other began to paw over her tits. He leaned toward her and kissed her. His big tongue slammed between her lips and parted them. She felt him suck on her mouth passionately, then draw back.
"Goddamn, Tip," he called over his shoulder. "You got the stinkingest cum I ever tasted. You got her whole damn mouth contaminated. She won't be worth kissing for a month."
The other men laughed at his comment, except for the recipient of his insult.
"Go to hell, you fat bastard," Tip answered. "You want to fuck her or you want to tell jokes?"
"Just want to show you amateurs a new way to get some pussy," Roger answered. "This way you got her tits right there against you, standing up real pretty. Girl like this has tits enough that they stand up even when she's flat on her back. Sometimes, though, you fuck a broad with tits that disappear into her when she lays down."
He ran his hands sensuously back and forth across her breasts, then caught one nipple with his thumb and the other with a finger. He pressed them into the spongy tits and rolled them in tiny circles. Joanne felt the tingle in them, despite her continuing discomfort at having her legs spread so wide. As he teased her nipples he began to rock back and forth with her. The movement provided a surprising stimulation to her clit.
The brunette wrapped her legs tightly about his waist. Tightening them into the flabby flesh eased her discomfort enough for her cunt to begin its response to the rolling, teasing motions of his body. Her pussy quivered about his cock as it pressed back and forth along her cunt walls.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" he panted as he rocked. "Uhrihhhhhh!"
He moved his hand from her ass, once he was sure she would hold herself in position with her legs. He pulled her against his chest and rubbed her tits with his body as he rocked. He pulled her face to his and began kissing her again. This time he made no joke to Tip. Instead, he filled her mouth with his enormous tongue.
The passionate swabbing of his tongue and the soft motion of his body joined with the stimulation of his cock to make Joanne almost dizzy. She felt the room swirling. She was not sure whether they were in the same position or whether they had somehow changed. She felt a dizzy glow about her. She felt the throbbing of his cock and the trembling of her tits. She shivered to the strange loss of equilibrium and hung to him tightly.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he cried as his cock began to pulse more strongly in her.
Joanne was. sure he had stood up with her. She hung tightly and twisted her ass about his pecker as he thrust it upward at the same time that he rolled back and forth. Finally, she had no doubt of a change in position. He placed her down on her back and fucked her wildly on the bed. His cock lunged and plunged in wild frenzy until it began to unload in her cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, her pussy responding to the conforting warmth of his cum. He didn't explode in her. He gently flooded her with his cum. She felt the creamy semen oozing into her pussy as her own cum flowed with it.
Roger rolled onto his side as soon as he had unloaded in her. The brunette kissed him tenderly in appreciation. All that effort of his, she wanted to believe, was to protect her from being crushed beneath his ponderous body. She snuggled against him and rubbed her tits on his chest.
"All right, damn it!" Les, the slender man, shouted to them. "None of that cuddling. Shit! We aren't in here to pet like teenagers. This broad is here to be fucked. I haven't gotten my cock in her pussy yet."
Joanne looked up as Les pulled Roger away from her and dragged her to the middle of the bed. She shuddered as he pounced on her, his long, lean cock driving immediately into her pussy.
Chapter Ten
"Ahhhhhhh!" Tip cried as his cock shuddered in ecstasy, unloading its charge into Joanne's numb pussy.
The brunette held him as he bucked away above her. Her body ached from the constant fucking. Her tits burned with pain,' not with passion. She prayed that they would finish with her and let her go. She glanced about the room and felt some small measure of hope. Roger was already passed out on the other bed, his huge belly rising and falling heavily. Les and Russ sat on the floor leaning against the wall as they downed more of the booze. The big salesman's cock hung limply in front of him as if worn down from over use during the evening.
"Hey, watch old Tip ball away!" Les laughed. "The boy acts like he just started. I thought I was about fucked out until I watched him work her body over. Damn if he hasn't got my cock up again."
Russ waved his hand wearily in agreement to pass up any turn he might have coming. He smiled drunkenly and downed the remainder of his drink. He clumsily felt around the dresser for a bottle, and poured more booze into the glass, as well as over his legs.
"Go ahead," he said to the skinny man. "I couldn't get a hard-on if I had to."
Joanne squirmed beneath the youngest member of the party. Her attention was drawn from the two on the floor by the frantic way Tip worked on her tits. His cock lunged insanely into her. His hands lay across her tits, imprisoning her nipples between his middle and index fingers as he rolled the aching breasts about. She tried to roll her tits with his hands in order to lessen the ache in their muscles.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as he slammed into her wildly, trying in vain to prolong his orgasm.
Joanne shuddered beneath him as he was forced to give up and let his half-limp pecker lie dormant in her cunt. She caressed his shoulders in hopes of calming him, thankful that he was no longer determined to twist her tits off her body.
"Just let it lay there," she urged him. "It feels nice and warm. Keep it inside me a few minutes and rest it."
She wanted desperately to hold him until Les could somehow lose interest in another fuck. She had been balled all night. She had been forced to suck each of the men. Three of the four had sucked her. She'd been fucked on her back and on her stomach. She'd been fucked sitting down and standing up. She'd been held on top, on the bottom and on her side. Her tits had been rubbed raw by rough hands and ramming cocks. She had pleaded with them to let her go home. They had assured her that just as soon as they were all fucked out she'd be free to leave, but not until then.
"Stop monopolizing the pussy," the skinny Les snarled at Tip. "If you're through fucking her, move over."
Joanne sighed heavily as Tip withdrew his cock and complied with the older man's orders. She looked up into eyes that glittered with drunken pleasure. There was a deeper spark that disturbed her more. Les had some new position for her. The brunette waited in exhausted anxiety for him to tell her how he wanted it.
"Roll over," he ordered harshly. "Roll over and get your ass up in the air. I've been looking at that ass all night. Now I want to find out just how sweet it fucks."
Joanne obeyed automatically. She had heard such language all night and did not comprehend his meaning until he crawled up behind her and began to jab his lean cock along the crack of her ass. Suddenly it dawned on her that he actually mean to fuck her asshole. She began crawling forward, instinctively fighting against taking the hard meat into her tiny asshole.
"Hey!" she heard Tip cry from beside her. "Les is trying to stick it up her ass."
"Yeah," Russ observed dryly from the floor. "The fool thinks he can get it in there without any grease on it. What do you think, Tip? Think maybe he can manage it?"
"Look at the broad fight him," Tim laughed. "She sure don't think so. I guess maybe he'll make it. His cock's not that thick. I'll bet she's passed lots of turds thicker than Les."
"You bastards stop making jokes and hold her for me" the skinny man panted as he tried to pull Joanne's ass back toward his hot pecker. "Get hold of her and hold her down while I get this cock in that crazy ass."
"Please!" Joanne whispered up to Tip, her eyes pleading. "Please, I've never done it that way. He'll tear me for sure."
"Listen to her beg," Les laughed. "She just doesn't know what she's been missing. Get this cock up your tail, honey, and you won't let anybody fuck you any other way."
"Please!" she repeated, looking over at Russ, who had staggered over to the bed and was sitting on the other side of her. "Please! Haven't I let you guys do it every other way! Can't you let me go without this? I'll give him a good fuck the regular way. I promise I'll fuck him back as hard as he likes. I'll suck him off if he wants. Don't let him do this, though. Please!"
Her pleas only drove the men to further excitement. Russ laughed at her and grabbed her shoulders to hold her. He held her firmly on the bed, his hand grabbing her tit and mashing it about her chest. Tip followed his example on the other side. She saw both of their cocks swelling from the excitement and from the feel of her struggling body.
"Tell you what," Russ whispered in her ear. "You give Les his ass-fuck. You let him get into that ass while you play with these two cocks up front. You take his load in your ass and jerk me and Tip off with your hands and mouth. You do that, and we'll let you go back home."
The brunette hoped earnestly that he meant his promise. She had to accept the offer. She tensed her body as Les held her ass in both hands and rubbed his cock against her asshole. He pressed into the hole and moved his prick in small circles.
"Relax that damn hole," he muttered. "You have your ass too tense. Just act like you're about to crap. Shit down on me as I go in there. Then it won't hurt so much. Besides, you'll discover how much fun it can be."
Joanne hoped he knew what he was doing. She hesitantly tried as he suggested. The momentary relaxation gave him his chance. The cock jammed quickly into her tender asshole, stretching it painfully.
"Ohhhh!" the woman cried, twisting against the painful cock which slowly moved deeper into her. She jumped as Les slapped her roughly across her hips.
"No more of that, damn it!" he snarled. "You take this cock and like it or I'll leave your ass nothing but bruises."
Joanne wanted to cry. She wanted to plead and beg. She felt the force with which Russ and Tip held her and resigned herself to the ordeal. Slowly she made herself comply with their will.
The brunette reached out and took a cock in each hand. She pumped the hard shafts while she pressed her insides downward against the prick which was slipping further into her ass. Les had been telling the truth. The pressure did ease the discomfort. It did not take it away, but it reduced it considerably. She gritted her teeth and hand-fucked the men at her shoulders while they grappled lustily at her tits.
"Ahhh!" Tip moaned as his cock began to jump in her hands.
Joanne pumped him harder, let her hand drop to his balls, then grabbed the lunging shaft to pump with more vigor. She squeezed the fat pecker as she drove the skin back along the shaft. She concentrated her attention on the cocks in an effort to escape the pain Les was bringing to her ass with his lunging, driving prick.
"Ohhhh!" the Tip cried, rolling about as his cock got ready to explode. "Suck it, baby! Suck it while I shoot off! Take it, baby, take all that cum!"
He twisted his body to get the head of his cock to her lips. Joanne licked across the hot knob as she kept up her pumping. She was glad that the uncomfortable position kept him from driving the rod up into her throat. She had almost been choked to death several times in the last hours by such cock lunges. She closed her lips over the head and sucked firmly while she increased the frenzied pumping of her hand.
"Uhhhhh!" she heard from behind her. "Damn, what a soft, sweet ass. You guys never got your peckers in such a tight little ass as this."
The hot prick rammed wildly into her as Joanne realized how well her ass had finally adjusted to its presence. She could feel every throb of the slender rod; she could pulse with every rippling spasm that shook it. The tight fit of her ass was driving Les to a frenzy. She felt a sudden elation. The pain such a tight fit was causing her was forcing the skinny man into a quick orgasm. She began to pump her ass back and forth over his cock in an attempt to hurry him along.
"She likes it!" he yelled, misunderstanding her actions. "She's decided that she likes a cock up her ass. Look at the way she shakes that rump. Look at how she rolls these sweet cheeks."
He caressed her ass as he fucked with wilder abandon. Joanne gasped in unconscious delight at her ability to drive him into this deeper frenzy. She sucked madly on Tip's pecker and stretched the skin down the shaft as though to strip it away and leave the prick bare and red. The young blond lifted his ass off the bed in the intensity of his response to her sucking. He drove his cock upward into her mouth as his hands clawed frantically at her tit.
"Ohhhh!" he gasped. "I'm going to blow my wad into her!"
"Shoot it off, damn it!" Russ answered gruffly. "Hell, man, she can't suck me until she finishes with you. Blow your wad in her so I can get some relief over here."
Joanne shuddered as the thick pecker trembled ecstatically, then spewed its sharp cream into her mouth. She sucked strongly, determined to drain the cock as fast as she could. She sucked the last of Tip's wad as she pumped her ass over Les to force the skinny man over the edge and into his orgasm. Joanne swallowed the younger man's cum and immediately took Russ' big pecker in her mouth. She twisted about the bed, feeling the heat of the prick in her, feeling the impassioned grasping of hands at her tits and over her ass and thighs.
"Mmmmm!" she heard herself murmur as one of them got a hand on her pussy and ran his finger-up her cunt.
She rode the fiery prick in her ass and sucked the monster cock of Russ while she found herself helpless to resist exploding in response to the demanding pressure on her clit and through the trembling passage of her cunt.
"Ahhhhh!" Les cried as his cock heated up and fired its load into her.
He pumped frantically as the cum filled her passage. He worked his finger in wide, sensuous circles within her pussy until she was about to scream despite the mouthful of suddenly erupting cock. The room was a hazy, whirling mass of lights as Joanne joined the two men in their final explosive orgasMs. She pulsed with them. She writhed and tossed with them. She felt their cum fill her. Her mouth was overflowing with Russ' cum. Her ass was dripping with the skinny man's semen. Her pussy was pouring out her own cum. She writhed and tossed until the three of them collapsed toward the already limp body of Tip.
"Damn!" Russ signed loudly. "That was some hell of a fuck!"
No one answered immediately. No one had the energy to talk. Joanne listened to the drunken snores of Roger, the deep sighs of Tip. She felt the limp cock slide out of her ass. She took a deep breath, fearing that the excitement just over might encourage one of the others to try it the same way as Les. The brunette knew her body would be unable to take any of the other cocks that way. The slenderest one had hurt her enough.
"Ready, baby?" Russ asked her.
Joanne looked over to see his eyes watching her. She gasped in fear that he might be getting ready for another turn. She would fight even more fiercely this time. She would bite and scratch and knee them. They'd have to knock her out if they planned any more ass-fucking.
"You ready to go home?" the big salesman asked her.
She gasped in surprise, then felt distrust sweep over her. Was he leading her on? Was this another sick joke?
"You've just about got time to get home and get cleaned up," he told her calmly. "Before Bob shows up."
The salesman started laughing at the expression on her face. He reached over and patted her ass affectionately. Joanne read the satisfied amusement in his eyes.
"Get your clothes and get the hell out of here," he told her. "I found out your husband's plans for tonight. It wasn't difficult. I wasn't about to keep you here too long. Can't take a chance on Bob finding out about us, can we? Long as he doesn't suspect anything I've got free access to that pussy of yours. Damn if I want a good thing ruined by an extra fifteen minutes. Go on! Get moving!"
Joanne shuddered at his words and climbed out of the bed. Her body ached all over as she struggled back into her clothes. Her heart ached even more as she realized that Russ had no intention of this being their only meeting. The big bastard was planning on using her every time his business brought him to this section of the state. She trembled in anger and disgust. The thought of having regular evenings like this made her want to vomit. There was no way she could keep going through this.
She stepped through the door, anxious to get into the fresh air and away from the combined smell of booze and cum which filled the room. Joanne stepped out and slammed the door quickly behind her. She turned and inhaled deeply of the crisp night air. She stretched her body, hoping the soft breeze would have a cleansing effect on her body. She felt dirty and sticky.
The brunette shivered against the coolness in the air and walked to her car. She climbed into the Buick and relaxed into the soft seat. Joanne was startled to glance at the electric clock on the dash and see how early it still was. She'd only been in the motel for five hours. It had seemed like all night. It seemed to have lasted for a week. She shook her head in disbelief as she turned the key and backed the car out of the drive.
As she hit the open highway, Joanne pressed down on the accelerator. She wanted to feel the sensation of speed. Perhaps she could leave all that behind her if she could somehow drive fast enough. It was also possible that speed would help her to think more rapidly. She had to think it all over. She had to devise some way to prevent seeing Russ Wilburn again. She had to be free to tell him to go fuck himself without endangering her marriage and her home.
Her racing thoughts, however, kept returning to her own participation in the evening. Joanne became disgusted with herself as much as with the men. She had soared into too many orgasms during the fucks. Despite all the degradation, she had still been stimulated by their cocks. She felt as dirty as they were.
Joanne tried to concentrate on her driving and divert her mind from its recollection of her own lusty activity. Still her thoughts returned to herself. Would even Betty have been such a perfect partner for the foursome? The brunette shuddered at the thought of her body always wanting more and more sex. This had all begun out of her frustration. That was better than where she was now, though. At least she didn't feel so dirty and cheap in those days.
She sped along the highway until she saw the lights of the town ahead of her. She thought of the thrill of a warm shower. She wanted to stand for an hour and soap herself. She wanted a hard spray of water to pound over her skin and erase the evening.
Chapter Eleven
Joanne stood in the soft spray of the shower and soaped her body thoroughly. This was her third bath since she got home the night before. Finally she was beginning to feel clean and fresh. She had showered for an hour after she first drove in. She showered until Bob came home, then walked out to his waiting embrace.
Her first reaction was to draw back in terror from his swelling cock. She forced herself to face him. She forced herself to go soft and pliant in his arMs. Somehow she had to make him sure enough of her that he would not listen to Russ the next time. She wanted to give her husband the fuck of his life. For the next few weeks she would be sure that he got more sex from her than he ever dreamed a woman could provide.
"Hey!" he laughed as she began caressing his body. "What sort of little sex maniac have I got here?"
"What kind do you want?" she asked coyly, then pushed him back toward the bed.
He picked her up in his arms and sank back into the soft bed, hugging her against himself. Joanne knelt over him and began to remove his clothing. She was aware that her still-damp body had both his clothes and the bed spread wet. That didn't matter, not now. She wanted to see just how much of a temptress she could be.
"Ummmm," she murmured as she began kissing his body.
She kissed lightly, her tongue flicking across his shoulders and down over his chest. She caught his nipples in her lips and teased them while he twisted deliciously beneath her. Her lips moved down his chest and across his stomach. She was intent on giving him the same treatement that she had received from Carl Sandifer. She would use her lips instead of her fingers to lightly sensitize Bob's skin. She would make him a trembling mass of desire. After that he could have his choice of how he wanted to fuck her. She was sure she could give him a hell of a ride whatever way he wanted it.
"Some new game you read about?" he asked. "This supposed to make me last longer before I cum? That's always been my problem hasn't it?"
She realized the truth in his question. She was running quite a risk. Bob was too sensitive as it was. One touch of his cock in her pussy and he was already jerking cum through her. She stubbornly continued her taunting kisses as his cock swelled harder beneath her. Her lips moved over his navel. She sucked gently, then kissed hinr along his hips and down his legs. She felt his body shuddering as she reached his feet and moved her lips to the inside of his legs for the journey back up to his cock.
"Ohhhh my God, Joanne!" he cried out. "How do you expect me to take all this? I want to fuck you so bad I'm going crazy. Don't tease me any more!"
She ignored his pleas and kissed along the inside of his thighs. He placed his hands on the top of her head and tried to hold her back as she kissed nearer his throbbing cock. The brunette reached up and brushed his hands aside, then plunged her face toward his balls, licking them as he writhed on the bed.
"Damn you!" he shouted. "You want some cock? All right, baby, I'll give you some cock!"
He came up from the bed and wrestled her down beneath him. His hands were all over her body, crasping and caressing. He spread her legs and brought his cock up to her pussy. He laid the big knob just inside her and rubbed it in circles.
"I'll teach you to tease me," he growled. "I'll make you beg for it, baby.. I'll have you crying for it."
She shivered at the sensations he sent rippling about her body with the way he rubbed his cockhead over her clit. He kept easing it into her cunt, then pulling it back to the lips. His hands caught her tits and fingered over the tips of her nipples until she felt the delicious fire of passion run through her swelling breasts. Joanne tried to hunch her cunt over the big cock but Bob kept backing off, then coming back to keep up his maddening play with her.
"Uhhhh!" she groaned. "Fuck me, sweetheart! Please get that sweet cock in me and fuck me!"
"Now who's against teasing?" he laughed. "Now who wants to fuck so bad?"
"I don't know what I want," she panted. "I want you to keep playing with me and I want you to fuck me. I want you to do both. I want you to do whichever you like. Don't stop, but don't take too long before you fuck me!"
He kissed her gently, then deeply. Joanne felt the passion begin to surge inside him. She felt his body shudder. His cock slowly worked its way past her clit and was enveloped by her hot cunt. He drove his cock in long, deep thrusts while he fondled her tits roughly.
"Mmmmm," she sighed as she tightened her pussy about his cock. "Mmmmm, that's such a good feeling. Nothing like having your meat in my grinder. Nothing like it in the world."
"You talk like a common slut," he gasped. "Maybe I ought to treat you like one."
He fucked her wildly, his cock igniting the fire in her pussy while his hands drove her tits wild. He fucked her hard, letting her feel the full length of his cock. He held back his charge until she trembled and shook with her exploding orgasm.
Only then did he intensify his fuck and shoot his load of cum into her.
"Ahhhh!" he cried as he finally let his charge go.
He rolled her about the bed, his body a frenzy of lust. Joanne let him toss her about freely. Her body was a hazy glow of sensual mist as he plunged into her with his spouting cock.
"Ooooo!" she squealed. "Oooo, that's the best! That's the sweetest fuck ever!"
She slept in his arms that night, rousing for a moment as he left for the shop. She dozed for another hour, then showered. Now, as she stood in the spray of her third shower, Joanne tried to comprehend the difference in Bob. She tried to remember exactly how he had described her before finally giving her a decent fuck. A common slut, that's what he'd said. Somehow that understanding of her gave him the desire for a good, thorough fuck. It was then that he became more than a mechanical fucking machine.
The little brunette turned off the spray and stepped out to towel her body. A common slut! That was what Bob really wanted. Poor Bob! He didn't know how common she was.
Joanne slipped into a pair of thin nylon panties in her favorite shade of green. She covered them with shorts that clung tightly over her ass, then slipped a light halter about her luscious tits. She brushed her hair quickly and stepped out toward the kitchen to make a sandwich for lunch. The kids had been gone for hours and would not be back until early evening.
Her journey was interrupted by the doorbell. The brunette stepped to the door and opened it to find the smiling figure of Hamilton Hawkins.
"Ham!" she greeted the boy happily, forgetting for the moment that her daughter had broken up with him. "Come on in. Denni is gone for the day, but you can visit with me for a minute."
She had forgotten also the open invitation she had extended the young man. She had forgotten both until he stepped into the living room and caught her in his arMs. She felt his body trembling with excitement and anticipation as he crushed her against his chest. His lips sought her mouth and kissed her with an inexperienced haste. His hands rubbed along her waist and hips. His cock felt warm against her. Joanne pulled back from him and looked into his frightened eyes.
She was about to tell him to leave her alone until she saw the expression on his face. The boy was frightened. He had come over to get the fuck she had promised, but he was more than a little bit scared. She realized that she had done more than promise him her pussy. She had forced it on him. No matter how much she disliked the idea of fucking him today, she felt bound to keep her word.
"I've been building up courage to do this ever since I was here before," he gasped. "I haven't been able to think of anything except how your tits felt in my hands. I've been going crazy to get you in bed."
Joanne smiled at his stammering confusion and stepped back against him. Her arms reached about his neck and drew his face back down. Her lips parted to draw his tongue into her mouth. She sucked his tongue slowly while he gathered the courage to reach for her thrusting tits. The brunette shivered at his first touch and twisted her cunt against his leg.
"Mmmmm," she sighed as he held her firmly, his body throbbing against her, his cock trembling inside his pants. "Mmmmm .. . I'm glad you came back. I was afraid that you had come to see Denni."
"Denni and I broke up," he confessed. "I guess I was too shy for her. I think she wanted me to take her to bed."
Joanne wanted to laugh. Why didn't the boy call a fuck a fuck. Was he afraid of offending her lady like sensibilities? That was a laugh. She thrust her tits more sensuously into his hands.
"You didn't want to?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, I wanted to," he answered. "I guess I was afraid she might realize . . . well... she might think..."
"Might find out it was your first time?" Joanne asked.
She watched him nod in agreement. Damn, she thought. How the hell did such a nice-looking boy get to be twenty without some girl getting his cock years before?
She realized another reason why he was here today. He wouldn't be expected to be an expert to an older woman. That suited the brunette. She would make a professional of him in short order. Give her a few tosses in bed with him and she'd have him able to take care of her little Denni. Joanne shivered with new excitement. She'd fuck the boy and do her daughter a good turn at the same time.
She led the boy to heir bedroom and smiled seductively at him as she made a big production of turning back the spread. The pale-rose sheets gleamed in the sunlight as she stepped to the window and partially closed the drapes to give the room a softer, more sensuous look.
Ham stood frozen as he watched her body move about. His Adam's apple bobbed excitedly as he watched the saucy swing of her ass. His legs felt jittery as he glanced down the satin thighs to the lusciously curving calves. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Now he was going to fuck her. He was about to get his cock in the most gorgeous creature he could imagine. What a way to get his first screw! He could barely believe it. He had to keep watching her as she walked back to the bed to be sure it was really happening. He had gone out of his mind since she had first let him kiss her and feel her body. Ever since that day in the kitchen he had been kicking himself because he'd been afraid to go ahead and fuck her. Now he would.
He trembled in anticipation as he watched her reach back and pull the halter loose. He swallowed hard as her luscious tits stood exposed and glistening before him. His cock fought to be free of his pants as she slipped her shorts down her lovely legs and stood there in transparent panties that produced a soft green haze over the lush black hair of her cunt.
"Don't you want to join me?" Joanne asked, smiling at his anxiety. "Don't you want to get out of your clothes and get comfortable with me?"
He tore his shirt slipping it over his head. His hands shook as he released his pants and slipped them down. Damn! He had to leave them hanging about his ankles a moment while he got his shoes off. He sighed in relief as he kicked the pants free, then slipped his socks off. He watched Joanne pull the shining panties down her hips as he got rid of his shorts and let his cock swing upward. The lovely brunette slid across the sheets and smiled her invitation to him.
Ham felt his body shaking as he crawled onto the bed beside her. He reached for one of her fabulous tits with one hand as he slipped the other beneath her and pulled her body against his. His cock leaped in excitement at her touch.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, what a nice firm piece of meat," Joanne cooed as she ran the skin back on the shaft of the throbbing cock. "A beautiful cock like this ought to be put to constant use."
She pumped the shaft as he cuddled her tit gently. He brought his lips to the other tit and kissed it, amazed that it could be so soft and so firm at the same time. He kissed the soft top of the tit, firm underside, the sweet nipple. He tongued the nipple and then sucked it into his mouth.
"UhhhJihhh!" he groaned in ecstasy as her fingers roamed about his balls. "Uhhiihhhh!"
His pecker was trembling wildly, its charge building up too fast. Ham tensed himself and fought against the embarrassment of shooting off in her hands. He reached for her pussy and stroked the heaving mound. He found her cuntlips and ran his finger into the moist opening. Her clit lay beneath his fingers as he caressed carefully, afraid that he might hurt her if he rubbed too roughly.
Joanne realized his hesitation. If the boy only knew the rough use that had been given that pussy last night. It was such a nice change of pace, though, to have her body treated so special. She felt like a princess. She felt like a goddess, the adoring way he touched her. She had no idea that she was Ham's goddess, his princess. She only thrilled to the cleansing effect, his awed worship was having on her body. Being loved like this made her a new woman, a pure and clean woman again.
She felt his cock shudder from her caresses. Warning signals went off in her mind. Ham was very much like Bob had always been, until just recently. She would have to get his cock in her pretty soon or he would shoot his load onto the sheets. She thrust her tit against his mouth and rolled it sensuously while she closed her thighs over his hand and hunched her pussy along his ringer.
"Ohhhhhhh Ham," she whispered. "Don't wait too long. My little pussy is longing for your cock to come visit."
She pulled him over her as he hesitantly brought his throbbing prick toward her cunt. He lay on her and jammed his cock at her crotch, not sure how to find the hole of her pussy. Joanne drew his face to hers with one hand as her other led the cock into her warm, soft cunt. She felt the boy jump in sudden ecstasy as he felt her cunt closing over him. He shuddered and pumped his trembling cock into her passage. Joanne sucked his lips until he brought his tongue back into her mouth and lapped anxiously about.
"Ummmmmmm," she sighed, rolling her body about.
She wrapped her thighs about him as he began to thrust in short, frantic thrusts. His breath was coming in gasps. His tongue swabbed her mouth wildly while his cock shuddered and pulsed in her cunt. Joanne felt the trembling in his ass as he drove more frantically into her. She waited for the warm explosion she knew was about to come inside her cunt.
She waited, rolling him about lovingly, as his prick swelled with its load of cum. She caressed his neck and shoulders gently when his body began to shake with the wild force of his orgasm. She welcomed the warm semen, even if there was no chance for her to join him in a climax.
A climax did not matter to Joanne at that moment. She had plenty of time for an orgasm that night or the next day or whenever she wanted to fuck with Bobby or Jimmy or Carl or Bob. Ham was giving her what she needed today. He was giving her a cleansing. She was his princess. She was his goddess. She was his ideal woman. She loved him for that and welcomed the blast of his hot cum into her clutching cunt.
Chapter Twelve
Joanne swung the Buick into her driveway and screeched to a stop. She hopped out with a flash of skirt, nylon hose, and the prettiest thighs around. The brunette walked lightly to the door, hips swinging happily. She felt good. She felt fantastic. Her problems were over! She felt no further threat from Russ Wilburn. The conversation with Betty had helped. Her own reasoning had helped the rest of the way.
Betty knew the big salesman's wife. The woman was a total bitch. She was also insanely jealous. If Russ tried another blackmail fuck, he'd get himself blackmailed right back. The brunette would stall him long enough to invite his wildcat of a wife over. Betty was sure that one phone call would be sufficient. Joanne almost hoped he would try something again, just for the fun of getting him in trouble.
Even if he did talk to Bob, she was sure that her husband would ignore him. She had learned that in the fuck with Ham. The two were so much alike. Bob would be unable to accept that Joanne could do all the fucking she had done at the motel and still be home waiting for him as she was. He'd never be able to accept that she could have been so lusty after a night of constant fucking. No man could believe that.
She and Betty even had a third cover. The redhead would even swear to Bob that she had been the one with Russ and that she knew he was trying to make up a story to use in blackmaihng Joanne.
The curvey little brunette opened the door and walked happily into her house. She stood in the living room and spun about it, enjoying the sense of freedom.
She stepped to the hallway leading to the bedrooms to check on the kids. Bobby and Denni had not gotten home before she had left. The lights on suggested they had returned while she was out. She paused as she heard peculiar sounds coming from Denni's room. Joanne stopped and strained to hear better, then stepped to the door as she discovered it partially open.
She gasped as she looked in. Bobby had his sister down on the bed and was poising his cock over her, just at the point of driving it down into her waiting cunt. Denni was laughing up at him as she wrapped her legs around him.
"Come on!" she laughed. "Come on, little brother, give it to me! Show me how much cock you have for me!"
"I'll teach you to spend the afternoon teasing me," her brother threatened. "I should have fucked you right in the middle of everyone. One of these days I am going to."
"Promises! Promises!" Denni taunted. "Start fucking, Bobby. I'm not spread out to play checkers, you know."
Joanne watched the boy drive his cock into the soft young cunt. She felt her own body tremble as they embraced in a passionate fuck. The brunette started to walk in on them, then held back. Why should she feel there was something wrong with them fucking each other? She had fucked them both. She stopped and watched, determined to enjoy the spectacle.
"Uhhhhhhh!" Bobby panted as he fucked wildly. "Uhhhhhh! This is sweet cunt! You're as sweet as Mom! Oh God, I want to fill your sweet pussy!"
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Denni chanted as she twisted her tits against his roving hands. "Nobody is as sweet as Mom to me, but fuck me anyway. Ohhhhhh, like that! That's the way to drive into my pussy! Keep fucking, Bobby! Fuck me harder!"
Joanne shuddered at the casual way they talked about her while fucking. She felt a glow, nevertheless, at knowing how they felt about her. She waited a few more minutes, anxious to see their lithe young bodies tremble in ecstasy as they reached their orgasMs. She cupped her tits with one hand and pressed the other, into her sweating cunt. She was hot for some cock, just watching them. She stroked her finger through the dress, slip, hose and panties. She pinched her nipples in ecstatic delight as she watched Bobby bend his sister's legs back to her sides and caress her ass while his cock kept ripping away into the soft pussy.
"Ooooooooo!" Denni groaned, writhing about under the thorough fucking she was receiving. "Ooooooo! I'm going crazy, Bobby! Ooooooooo! This is driving me wild!"
Joanne began removing her dress as she saw her son begin to tremble wildly and roll his sister about the bed in.an attempt to drive his cock deeper into her. She dropped the dress and slip to the floor and slipped her hose off while Denni raised her shoulders and rolled her tits on Bobby's chest.
"Uhhlihhhhh!" the girl panted. "I'm with you! I'm getting it too! Ummmmmmm! Let that sweet juice roll! Fill me with cum! Ohhhhhhh! It's so nice and warm!"
Joanne was panting excitedly as she pulled her bra and panties off. She waited until the kids slowed their fuck, then slipped into the room and ran to the bed. She placed her arms about them both and hugged their panting bodies in delirious joy.
"Mom!" Denni cried out happily. "At last you know about us. Now you can be a part of it!"
She kissed ecstatically over Joanne's tits while Bobby hugged his mother about her ass and kissed just as passionately over her firm buttocks. His hand ran into her groin and caressed her pussy before fingering into her panting cunt and riding her clit. Joanne began to twist about as he kept up his pressure. She reached down and grasped for Denni's firm little tits. She hunched her cunt against the maddening finger. Her breath came in more rapid pants as her need built up.
"Hey!"Bobby warned her. "Take it easy, Mom. I just fucked Denni. I can't fuck again for a few minutes. Give me a little time to build up some more steam."
"You're the one with the finger in my cunt," Joanne scolded him. "You going to rub all over my clit and then say to take it easy?"
"Let me rub your clit," Denni suggested. "Let me build you up slowly, Mom. I can make it take longer than Bobby will need to reload."
She slapped her brother's ass affectionately and began to caress her mother's tingling body. She began at Joanne's shoulders and began massaging down her arms, then across her tits. She caught the breasts underneath and rolled them upward and outward, then side to side. Her thumbs depressed each nipple into the soft flesh as she massaged the tits. Joanne felt her nipples swelling in excitement, then Denni moved her hands downward across her stomach and hips. She massaged in tiny circles along tingling legs and came back up along the golden thighs.
"Mmmmmmmm," Joanne sighed as she was caught between warm relaxation and hot passion. "Mmmmmmm, that feels good."
"You're so easy to love," her daughter told her softly. "You're so lovely, so soft and sweet. It is the most exquisite feeling to love your body."
Her hands had reached Joanne's pussy. The girl caressed the damp lips, then opened them and stroked the trembling clit. Her mother shuddered in desire as the finger slipped deeper into her cunt while the other hand returned to the heaving tits. Joanne lay panting as her daughter worked her into a frenzy of passionate desire. She felt fiery sensations shimmering through her body as Bobby came up over her.
"I'm ready to give it to her now," he told his sister. "I got another load ready just watching you play with her tits. My cock is aching like it hasn't had a fuck in months. I've got to bury it in that sweet pussy."
"Damn if I'm going to be left out of this," Denni announced. "I did the work. I'm not about to become a spectator now. My cunt is just as excited as your cock."
"Let me suck you," Joanne told her. No need for the children to fight over her. She could take Bobby's cock in her cunt while she sucked Denni's sweet pussy.
The girl crawled over Joanne's face and brought her cunt down to the waiting lips. The little brunette was sucking before the silken hair covered her mouth. She ran her tongue into the soft pussy and tasted the mixed cum of the kids. She licked passionately, then sucked more vigorously.
"Ooooooo, Mom!" Denni panted. "Your lips are the best. I feel you sucking all my juice into your mouth. Suck it like crazy! I want you to have it all!"
"Here's my juice, too," Bobby panted as he eased his cock into his mother's waiting pussy. "I want to shoot my cum all the way up in you and leave it there. I want to fill you with cum until your pussy is overflowing with it."
He began to pump deeper into her. Joanne wrapped her legs around him and hugged him ecstatically while his hands began to caress her breasts. The tits soon were burning with passion as Denni began joining him in caressing them. The brunette reached upward and found her daughter's tits. She brushed her fingers lovingly across the nipples, letting her knuckles ripple over the hardening little buttons.
"Eeeeeee!" Denni squealed as she leaned her tits into the fingers. "You've got me tingling all over, Mom! Suck me harder!"
Bobby grunted as he plunged his cock deeper and faster. He took one hand from Joanne's tits and slipped it along the top of his cock to produce greater pressure on her clit. She gasped at the new set of thrills which shivered through her body. She was nearing her climax. The kids had her in their power. They were bringing on a terrible desire in her. She was about to erupt in a fabulous explosion. She sucked and licked at Denni's cunt.
She shoved her mouth upward and caught the pussylips in her teeth. She twisted and chewed, then sucked wildly again.
"Oooooooeeeee!" her daughter shrieked. "That did it! Oh, Mom! Suck it, Mom! I'm pouring it all over you! Oooooo! It feels so wonderful! Just wonderful!"
"I've got plenty for you down here, too!" Bobby panted as he thrust frantically into her. "Hurry, Mom! I can't hold it much longer!"
"Let it go!" Joanne shouted into Denni's flooding cunt.
The woman shook her ass wildly, increasing the friction along Bobby's cock and forcing him into his orgasm. The first sensation of the warm cum brought her own passionate response. Her cunt pulsed and contracted along the steaming shaft of the boy's cock. She gasped and throbbed as she joined her climax with those of her passionate children. The three tossed and wrestled on the bed, bodies entwined and ecstatic in their glowing rapture.
They slowly calmed themselves and lay contentedly against each other. Joanne felt a warm, satisfied haze about her. She listened to the soft breathing of her children. They had to have received their lusty natures from her. They were as loving and affectionate as she had always wanted to be. They carried the deep ability to experience passion that she had discovered in herself. She smiled quietly and gently caressed their shining skin.
Her contentment was broken by the sound of Bob's car pulling into the drive. Joanne felt panic surge through her body. She jumped upright and started climbing over the children's bodies in an effort to get to her clothes and run to the safety of her bedroom before her husband came in the house.
She had taken her first step to the door when she realized the position of Bobby and Denni. She looked back at their peaceful faces as they dozed on the bed. She went back and shook them vigorously. She had to get Bobby out of Denni's room as well as herself.
"Quickly!" she urged him. "Your dad is coming. Get out of here fast!"
He stared dazedly at her as she pleaded with him. Joanne's heart sank as she heard the front door open. She froze in terror. There was no longer time to make it. She stood in horror, staring helplessly as she heard Bob's voice calling for her. The brunette turned to the door as his footsteps came down the hall.
In the few seconds before Bob discovered them Joanne's mind flashed over what she should have done. Had she not been so relaxed she could have made her own dash to safety, then kept Bob occupied with her until Bobby had a chance to slip back to his own room. She had blown it! Right now, her only task was to protect the kids from Bob's wrath. That was all that was left. He could treat her however he pleased. She would fight to protect the children, though.
Chapter Thirteen
A slow, dreamy song came through the speakers of the stereo. On the darkened porch the lone couple dancing put on quite a display for the rest of the party who lounged about in chairs and on the couch. Carl Sandifer brought his knee up slowly across her cunt as his hand pulled her blouse open and he caressed her tanned young tits. Denni unzipped his fly and pulled his rigid cock out, pumping the shaft to the sensuous beat of the music.
"Man, they're beginning to get me all turned on!" Jimmy gasped from the couch.
He had his hands full of the luscious tits beside him. Bob Gamay's young assistant turned her body toward the younger boy and offered him a better opportunity to kiss and cuddle her delicious breasts. She watched his cock swell out from his pants and gingerly begin to caress the pulsing meat.
"You should have seen her expression," Bob laughed from the shadows where he sat beside Betty. He sat beside the redhead, but his hands were filled with his wife's desire-swollen tits. "She just knew I was going to kill her and the kids too. I never wanted to fuck her so badly in my life as when I saw her. A real little tiger! That's what I've got! She's a tiger in bed! She's a tiger any time!"
He patted her ass in emphasis. He flipped the elastic of her panties and laughed as she turned and rubbed her tits over his face. Joanne would never forget that moment. He was right. She was afraid he would be violent. She just never guessed the form of violence.
"Hi, Dad!" Bobby had called out as his father arrived at the door where Joanne stood poised to defend her children. "Look who's joined the party!"
"Well, it took you long enough!" Bob smiled down at the confused brunette. "Damned if I hadn't about given up hope."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Joanne demanded. She looked at Bob, then whirled and discovered bro'ad smiles on her children's faces.
"And what are you two grinning like idiots about?" she asked them;
She felt Bob's arms come about her as he stepped to her. He snuggled her against his chest and caressed her softly. Joanne began to cry in her confusion. She cried from the relaxation of her tension. She cried in her frustration and in her resentment. Bob held her as she wept, then lifted her into his arms and kissed her tits before he laid her gently on the bed. He sat beside her, his hands stroking her body.
"We've been waiting for you to join us," he told her quietly. "We've waited for you to somehow get as lusty as we've become. You know, sort of go into heat. That's what we wanted. Joanne, I know you couldn't understand me for years. I could just look at you and shoot off. I could touch you and shoot off. You were so damn pure and holy that I couldn't control myself with you. I felt strange and tense, so I wasn't able to love you. I had almost given up hope for anything different when, all of a sudden, you started changing on me. Now I can be comfortable with you."
He proved how comfortable he could be. Right there in front of the applauding children he gave her the fuck of her life. He stripped out of his clothes and began caressing her body as she had never felt caressed before. He stroked over her until she was a shimmering mass of erotic sensation. Then he began kissing each square inch of her.
Joanne gasped and shuddered, fighting to hold back her orgasm until she could unite it with Bob's. He had her almost crazy when he finally slipped his cock in her and fucked her long and hard. She could still remember the sensation of soaring, of floating of becoming a part of the sparks which shimmered through her body.
"I like the way he refers to it," Joanne told Betty. "He says he had to wait until I went into heat."
"Whatever he calls it," the redhead answered, "I'm glad you two are in it with us. I've wanted to get Bob in my pussy every since we moved here."
Bob stood up and lifted his wife into the air. He looked down at the redhead and laughed.
"Great!" he answered. "Give me thirty minutes with Joanne on that big bed of yours and I'll be glad to oblige. I've got a real hard-on to try out in your ass, too."
Joanne shivered as he carried her quickly into the bedroom and began his fantastic caressing of her burning body. She pretended to pout.
"Only thirty minutes?" she asked. "I thought those days were past."
"This is a quickie," he assured her. "Just something to take the edge off. When we get home tomorrow I'll give you a day-long fuck."
The brunette lay back and enjoyed his lovemaking. Her years of frustration were at an end. She could be just as lusty as she pleased. She could fuck whoever and whenever she pleased. She could fuck however she pleased. Then, when she got home she would have a whole family ready to fuck with her. Her emotions exploded in excitement at the possibilities ahead. She even looked forward to sucking the sweet-looking pussy on Bob's blonde assistant. She'd suck the hell out of the girl if Jimmy and Bobby ever gave her the chance. The room swirled about her as Bob began to fuck her. The world had become one big, juicy cock. She was in heat and deliriously ready to take it on!
