George closed his eyes and concentrated on his rhythm. Susan's tight hole chafed his sensitive cock far better than her pussy, giving him maximum stimulation. His excitement at fucking Susan in the ass was quickly propelling him to a climax. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold it off, but it was impossible. He cried out a warning to her.
"I'm cumming! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"
"Cum in my ass!" Susan cried. "Cum in my ass!"
"Okay. Here I c-c-c-cuuummm!"
Susan felt George's hot fluid explode into her rectum. This emission stimulated her own gut-wrenching orgasm. She screamed, screamed so loud that her partner's cry was completely drowned out. She came so hard her teeth rattled!
Chapter One
On the wall above the television set hung a picture that Susan cherished. It depicted a young man in his prime, an athlete, a handsome, eighteen-year-old hunk with a body that would wet the crotch of any female. He wore a high school football uniform, number seven, and was posing on the field in front of the goal post with a pigskin in one hand as if he was going to throw it. He was a quarterback. Through his helmet could be seen the laughing eyes and cocky smile that Susan had fallen in love with. She missed those eyes, missed that youthful, confident smile. She missed everything about that young man, most especially his body. He was dead now. He had been dead since the day she married him, some thirteen years ago.
A loud belch interrupted Susan's quiet remembrances of him. She turned her attention to the slug now inhabiting her living room sofa. Howard Keller now looked nothing like the younger version of himself depicted in the photograph.
At thirty-six, his hair was thinning and he had gained a paunch. His once hard, bulging muscles had all melted into flab. The most exercise he got now was getting up to go to the refrigerator or the toilet. He sat now with one hand clutching a beer can and another buried in a bowl of pretzels. It was Sunday and he was watching the Raiders game on television. He spared not a single glance for his sexy ex-cheerleader wife standing nearby.
"Howard, I'm horny," she said to the sofa slug.
Apparently, he didn't hear her. "Throw the fucking ball, you idiot!" he yelled at the television screen, spitting out pretzel crumbs. "Throw the fucking ball! Can't you see the guy's wide open?"
Susan sighed, half in resignation, half in frustration. She wore an outfit she had bought the day before in hopes of arousing her husband's interest. It was all flimsy red silk, lace, garter belts, and nylon stockings. More skin was showing than not. The girl at the counter had said that lingerie was the surest way to a man's loins, so she had decided to give it a try, along with a bottle of pricey perfume that cost damn near fifty dollars an ounce. So far, her expensive investment was not paying off.
"Howard, look at me. Do you notice anything different? Anything at all?"
Her husband rose to his feet and raised his arm high in the air, sloshing some of his beer onto the carpet. "Yeeeaaah!" he shouted. However, this utterance was not directed at his wife, but at the television set. The quarterback had finally found the open man. "Now run with the ball you skinny-ass receiver. Run with it! Go, go, go, go, go!"
Susan's frustration was now turning into vexation. Her husband would have shrunk from the look she gave him, if he had bothered to notice it at all. Susan didn't like to spend money to get all dolled up and then be ignored. The truth was that she was a beautiful woman. At thirty-five she retained all of her youthful curves. She had not fallen out of shape in the intervening years. Her face, showing few age lines, was still very pretty, her breasts still firm and ripe, her waist still narrow, and her legs were still long and slender and sensuously curved, marred by not an ounce of cellulite. A long mane of auburn hair, never once cut since late childhood, cascaded down her back to almost touch her gorgeous round ass, which was covered only by the thong of her dainty red panties. There was an intense yearning behind those panties which demanded to be satisfied.
"Howard, will you listen to me? I would like to talk to you about sex. As your wife, I think I deserve it."
But Howard's eyes remained glued to the boob tube. The receiver was making a long run toward the end zone. He was running as if his ass was on fire. It looked like no one was going to stop him. Excitement was mounting in Howard.
"Go, baby! Go, baby! Yeah, go!"
Annoyed now, Susan did something that was potentially dangerous. She stepped in front of the television screen. Her shapely white thighs now blocked her husband's line of sight.
"Howard," she began, choosing her words carefully for maximum impact, "I want-"
Horrified, enraged, Howard roared. He roared like a lion deprived of its prey. He did not like anyone standing between him and the fulfillment of a good play.
"What do you think you're doing?" he yelled. "Out of the way! Out of the way!"
Howard got up and shoved his wife aside. Kneeling down, he glued his face to the screen and watched his man run the final few yards and score.
"Yeah!" he hollered. He jumped to his feet and danced around the living room, sloshing more beer around. "Yeeeeaaaah! Clive Baumgard, you shithead, you owe me one hundred and twenty bucks! One hundred and twenty bucks! Fork it over, asshole!"
Susan Keller did not hang around long enough to watch her husband do his own version of the receiver's victory shuffle. She grabbed her purse, her car keys, and a jacket to throw over her near-nakedness and walked out the door.
Howard Keller didn't even hear it slam.
Chapter Two
Upset, Susan drove around and around in her Ford Escort until the sun sank into the Pacific ocean. A beautiful sunset came and went without her ever taking notice. Sad, angry thoughts occupied her mind and tears stained her cheeks. She had no idea where she was going until she saw the place-a seedy-looking watering hole tucked away in the corner of some rundown industrial district. She had never been there before in her life. Driven by some deep, half-understood need, she swung her car into the parking lot, got out, and went inside.
It was dark inside the bar, darker even than the night outside. Neon beer displays provided most of the illumination. The sunglasses that Susan wore to hide her red, swollen eyes did nothing to enhance her vision. Dark as it was, though, she was able to make out a few details. To her right, taking up fully half the space of the common room, were the dart boards and pool tables. Next to her stood a juke box blaring out deep-throated country and western tunes. The other half of the room was taken up by the bar, a few tables and chairs, and a small wooden dance floor. There were about twenty customers in the whole place, all of them men. They looked at her as she stood just inside the entrance, hugging her leather jacket tightly to her body as if afraid it would blow away. They looked at her good and long, from top to bottom, with appreciation. Susan felt her pulse quicken and blood rise to her cheeks. She was not displeased by the attention she was attracting. Watched by twenty pairs of eyes, she strode to the bar and took a stool.
The burly bartender was there in a moment. "What'll it be, lady?" he asked. His voice was gruff and gravelly but his eyes, set in a square, close-cropped head that could belong to the marine corps, were soft and sympathetic.
Susan reflected that it had been fourteen years since she had last stepped foot in a bar. Then she had been twenty-one and it had been her birthday. Howard, her fiance, had taken her there with some friends to celebrate her coming of legality. It was a fun time. She tried to remember what she had ordered that day so long ago.
"I'll have a beer," she said.
"Budweiser, Coors, Miller, or Corona?"
Good god, the choices! It had been fourteen years since she had had her last beer as well. What was it that she always bought for Howard? Budweiser?
"Corona," she said. She liked the sound of that name.
"Bottle or mug?"
More choices! "Bottle, I guess."
The bartender got a bottle out of the ice box, popped off the cap, and set it down in front of her on a small napkin. Susan dug into her purse and held out a five dollar bill to the man.
"How much?"
The bartender put up both hands and backed away. "First one's on the house," he said. "Next one's on whatever gentleman offers first. If no one offers, and that's not likely, lady, you pay your tab when you're ready to leave."
"Oh," was all Susan could say. She had no idea what proper bar etiquette was. It had been so long since she had last gone out by herself.
The bartender moved on down to another customer. Susan took a sip from her bottle and grimaced. She remembered why it had been fourteen years since her last beer: she really didn't like the stuff. It tasted so bitter, and the bitterness lasted so long on her tongue. Yet if this was the path to drunken oblivion, she would pursue it. She did remember that she had liked the lightheaded feeling beer gave her. She took another sip of the golden liquid and forced herself to swallow it.
Being the only female in the joint made her nervous. The men continued to stare at her as she drank. She was aware that the brown leather jacket she wore over her lingerie scarcely reached down far enough to conceal her panties. Her long, gorgeous legs, wrapped in red netting from mid-thigh down to spiked high heels, were fully revealed. She knew she must present the picture of the perfect trollop, perhaps even a whore. Yet, some part of her was comforted by their appraisal. In their eyes she was a woman, a fact she desperately wanted to remind herself of.
Susan felt her eyes drawn to one man in particular who sat a few stools down from her. He wore a cowboy hat and snake skin boots and appeared to be about fifty years of age. He had respectable silver-gray hair and a hard-muscled body. For all the lines on his face, he appeared quite youthful; he was one of those men who aged gracefully, unlike Howard. His blue eyes- cool, confident, serene-had never left Susan's body from the moment she had first stepped through the door. Those eyes captured Susan's. She shivered under their bold assessment.
"You know, if you want to get laid tonight, missy, you should smile a little more," he said to her softly.
The joke fell flat with Susan. Her lips puckered out in annoyance. The nerve of that man! But then, she realized that he had not been joking at all. He was offering her serious advice based on an honest appraisal of her need. And what, exactly, was her need? The answer to that question surprised her, though it shouldn't have. For the first time, her subconscious thoughts bubbled to the surface of her mind and she realized why she had stopped at this bar. She was here to get herself laid! Curse the old cowboy for seeing right through her. Her anger quickly evaporated under the light of truth.
"I've been having some problems lately," she explained.
"Of course," he answered with a slow nod, as if the explanation was obvious. Then he turned away from her. "Hey, Ron!" he called out to the bartender. "The little lady's next drink is on me, okay?"
"Okay," Ron returned. He did not bother to turn away from the glasses he was washing in the sink. Since there was only one lady here, he knew exactly which one was being referred to.
The silver-haired cowboy did not return his eyes to Susan. Instead, he took out a deck of playing cards and began to play solitaire with himself. The follow-up line that Susan expected never came, somewhat to her disappointment. Apparently, he was in no hurry to make his moves on her.
Susan finished her beer and started a second and then a third one. Unused to alcohol, she already had a buzz going. Her head nodded slightly. Men began to creep in closer to her, rehearsing their pick-up lines in their heads. Perhaps they sensed a growing weakness in her inhibitions. By the fourth or fifth beer, Susan thought, the boldest of the men would surely make his move. She prepared herself to receive the proposition. Her cunt quivered at the possibility of sex, but just then, something happened that drew the much-desired attention away from her.
The door to the bar opened. Heads turned as a pair of young females sauntered in. Both were pretty and sexily dressed. Susan's reaction to their arrival was curious. Rather than being relieved at no longer being the lone female in the bar, she was suddenly jealous. The most primitive part of her brain told her that here was competition-fierce competition. One girl, a redhead, had huge, eye-catching tits crammed into a half-top several sizes too small. The other, a tall, striking blonde, wore a short miniskirt that showcased her stunning legs-legs on par with Susan's own. She watched in irritation as the men in the bar began to fasten their eyes on the new arrivals, ignoring her.
The girls were a haughty pair. They had noticed Susan immediately and dismissed her as being too old. They had no worries that she could steal the best of the men away from them. As they made their slow, showy entrance into the bar, Susan swallowed her jealousy. She told herself she had nothing to fear from them. Their youthful confidence was totally misguided. She had had command of the sexual stage once before and would have it again. She knew how to beat these young hussies at their own game. They were still virgins to the complicated arts of the mating game. Although it had been a long time since her bachelorette years, she still knew a few tricks. Back then, she had competed with a score of other beautiful girls to win her high school's most prized stud: Howard. And in college, she had accomplished the even more difficult task of retaining him and getting him to propose marriage. Grabbing her half-finished bottle, she stood up and started walking towards the women's rest room, slowly, provocatively. There was a mission in her stride.
"You smell nice," a man complimented her as she passed him, trailing perfume.
She took the old cowboy's advice and smiled.
Once in the bathroom, Susan opened her jacket and looked at her body in the mirror. No, she decided, she was not a has-been at the age of thirty-five. Let those young interlopers out there think what they will. Her body compared favorably to theirs; she figured she had ten more good years left to it. She was determined that during those next ten years, her body would not go to waste. Sex was on her mind when she promised herself that.
Unlike the two hussies, Susan wore no makeup and had no plans to put any on. She would use her God-given gifts to accomplish her conquest. She opened her bra, which was practically invisible anyway, and stared at her tits. Her tits weren't especially large, but they were nicely shaped, something to be proud of. The nipples, though, left something to be desired. They were rather deflated right now, but Susan knew how to correct that problem; that is why she had brought the beer. She took the ice-cold bottle and touched the bottom rim to one of her pink circles of flesh. She shivered at the contact, and smiled at the result.
A few minutes later, Susan walked back out into the common room. She stood just outside the rest room, waiting to be noticed. She saw that the two other girls had taken a table in the middle of the room. They lounged sipping wine coolers with their legs crossed and their hands playing through their hair. Already, men were circling them, planning their strategy, and thinking of how to fend off the competition. The girls seemed happy to be the object of so much desire and male posturing.
Yet, when Susan reappeared, the men quickly shifted their attention back to her, eyes popping. Her jacket was open in the front, revealing an hourglass figure clad in scanty lingerie. Her nipples, showing through the sheer fabric of her bra, were hard and erect and appetizing to behold. Her pubic hair could be dimly seen through her lacy underwear, damp with unchecked arousal. Her glasses were off and her eyes sparkled with allure, with promise. Susan was aware that she was probably breaking a number of indecency laws, but didn't care.
Rather than return to her bar stool, Susan walked out to the middle of the small dance floor. Her movements were slow and designed to attract attention. The attention that the two hussies gave her was downright hostile, but the men smiled and tipped their mugs and beer bottles to her in salute. Susan basked in their admiration, feeling a seductive demon take control over of her body. She wanted to make these men cum for her, both literally and figuratively. As the next song on the juke box started up, she began to dance to it. The song was an old country and western ballad sung by Patsy Kline, which provided the perfect backdrop for her slow, slinky gyrations. She removed her jacket, let it drop to the floor, and allowed everyone to see her svelte body, including her naked ass cheeks as she turned around to show them off. Men abandoned their pool and dart games to come over and watch, their drooling mouths agape, mugs and beer bottles held forgotten in their hands. A few of them began to shout encouragement to her, wanting her to take it all off. Susan felt her body temperature rise in arousal. A fire had ignited and was now smoldering in her cunt.
When the song ended and another one began, Susan decided she did not want to dance alone anymore. She pointed at one brawny young man who was one of her loudest fans and beckoned him by crooking her finger. He was so surprised to be singled out that he stood rooted in his spot for several moments. Finally, propelled forward by his buddies, he arrived, smelling of beer and sweat, his eyes full of admiration and desire for her.
"Do you like slow dancing, darling?" she asked him in a sugared voice. After more than a decade of disuse, she was surprised at how easily sweet talk came back to her. "Slow dancing, up close and personal?"
It took the fellow a moment to find his tongue. "I sure do, ma'am! I sure do!"
"Then why don't you dance with me for a while? It's cold out here on this dance floor all alone."
He nodded his head in assent. She wrapped her arms around his waist and ground her pussy into his groin.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, taken by surprise, but not disliking it one bit.
Susan found out his name was Hank. Hank didn't have an erection then, but by the end of the dance, he did. Through the next two minutes, Susan took him on a slow ride through heaven on that dance floor. He sweated a good deal, but not from exertion. Susan just had that kind of effect on men. She admired Hank's strong, muscular body, taking every opportunity to slyly feel him up. This really stimulated him. Attractive though he was, there was still a lot more men to choose from. She could afford to be picky. She dismissed him at the end of the song, laughing as he ran off urgently to the rest room, not to take a piss, but to so obviously jack off.
"Next!" she shouted.
The next man who came up to her was already wearing his hard-on and grinning in embarrassment about it. Susan danced with him and eighteen other men, always with her body pressed closely to theirs. It didn't matter whether they were handsome or ugly. They were men and their admiration fulfilled a need in Susan. At the end of an hour, she had danced with all of the men in the bar except one. The silver-haired cowboy stood waiting at the edge of the dance floor, smiling at her in his confident, serene way. She did not know why she had not called him earlier. When the last man was sent away, he did not wait for an invitation. He came over to her on his own accord and took her hands in his.
"I want to fuck you, hot legs, not dance with you," were the first words out of his mouth.
His directness startled Susan into silence for a brief moment. None of the other men had made a remark like that. Then she smiled coyly at him as her response rolled easily off her tongue. "If you know anything about women, partner, then you'd know that dancing is a form of foreplay not to be dismissed so lightly."
He stared at her a moment and then nodded, acknowledging her superior wisdom about her own sex. They began dancing together. Unlike the previous men, who were shy and just a little bit awed by her sexuality, he took the lead with her. He planted his big, calloused hands on her bare ass cheeks and pulled her to him. His rock-hard cock, bulging in the middle of his blue jeans, ground pleasantly into Susan's feminine mound. She closed her eyes and groaned, the ache in her pussy flaring. She almost passed out from the erotic version of heat stroke which suffused her entire body. Resting her head on his shoulder, she allowed herself to be carried along in his tight embrace. She suddenly felt that her legs were too weak to support herself without assistance.
He stroked her long, silky hair. "You dance very well," he whispered into her ear after an interval.
Susan murmured a thanks. His voice sent delightful tickles down her spine.
"What's your name, sweet thing?"
"Susan," she answered in a voice barely audible.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl. My name's Rick."
"Hmm, rhymes with dick," she said dreamily. "Pleased to meet you, Rick-rhymes-with-dick."
Rick laughed. "Likewise."
They danced cheek to cheek for several minutes, not saying another word to each other. The song ended and a new one began. Unlike before, she did not dismiss her partner at the change, but kept on dancing with him. His strong arms felt good around her. His hands kneaded her soft ass and thighs melodically, generating sparks of lust in her loins. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the pleasant warmth that spread throughout her body. The close proximity of his straining cock to her cunt caused her juices to gush forth. She knew her panties must now be thoroughly soaked, but didn't care if anyone noticed.
When the third song ended, Rick held her away at arm's length, breathing deeply. "I can't stand it any longer, honey buns," he said. "Let me take you to my home and fuck you, fuck you like you've never believed. My dick is so hard it hurts."
Breathless, Susan found herself nodding. "Okay."
He took her by the hand and led her out of the bar, much to the envy and disappointment of the other male bar patrons, but to the relief of the two young hussies, who had been ignored throughout Susan's dancing. In the parking lot, he thrust her into his van and closed the sliding metal door behind him. Once inside, he began taking off his clothes, and urged her to do the same.
"Hey!" Susan protested. "I thought we were going to your home to fuck."
"This is my home, sweetheart."
"Oh."
Looking around, she noticed that the van was littered with personal belongings, including piles of clothes, boxes of groceries, a battered ice box, empty cans of beer, carpentry and automotive tools, pornographic magazines, and a bare mattress. Susan was sitting on the mattress. It had obviously been used before for fucking. The leakage from countless pussies stained its middle.
Susan must have seemed disappointed to him, because Rick felt the need to explain. "I'm a construction worker, you see. I travel around to where the jobs are."
Susan smiled to reassure him that she was still interested. "And are you going to do a job on me?"
He smiled back. "I sure am, hot legs, I sure am."
That was all Susan needed to know. She removed her panties and spread her legs for him. He whistled appreciatively at her wet, pink pussy as it was revealed to him. In his opinion, pussies were God's most glorious gift to man. He was now naked except for his boots and cowboy hat, which he never removed. Susan saw that he had a fat eight-inch dick sticking out of his midsection and the ache in her pussy flared into a burning yearning. She thrust her hips at him. silently begging him to fall down on top of her. He complied without hesitation. He buried his hard meat to the hilt in her hot, wet cunt.
"Oh!" she cried.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he sighed. He let his dick idle in her for a long moment, drinking in her warmth. "That feels so good in there. My God, little lady, you are one fine piece of horseflesh, do you know that?"
Susan found that she liked being called horseflesh. It stimulated her for some reason. "Ride me, cowboy."
He began riding her. He rode her slowly at first, not hurrying. His strokes were long and measured and well-aimed. Though he did not say so, he had been so stimulated by her dancing earlier that he was in danger of exploding at any moment. He didn't want that to happen, not now. He performed arithmetic in his head to distract and lessen his excitement. Inexperienced young men ejaculated prematurely, not experienced old studs like him. He wanted to ride this mare long and get the greatest amount of pleasure from her that he could. He had fucked many females in his lifetime, but Susan, he felt, was going to go down in history as being his hottest pussy ever. Even the twin eighteen-year-old virgins down in Santa Fe had not given him the same rise that she now did.
Susan was in a heaven of her own. To her, that cock in her cunt was a piston of pleasure, energizing her sex drive. Her drippage greased that iron-hard shaft so that it slipped in and out of her cylinder easily. She could not remember the last time she had felt such utter joy. Howard had not touched her since the third Friday of last month, and even then, it had been just a quick in and out job, performed more as a duty than with any real desire. What Rick offered her was the kind of sex she needed, the kind of sex which sent electricity coursing through her system and paralyzing her with ecstasy. Susan needed this kind of sex every day.
Even as she was being fucked, she objectively analyzed what was happening to her. Part of her attraction to Rick, she knew, was just the excitement inherent in fucking a total stranger. Before her marriage, she had had enough casual sex to know the difference. But she also knew that Howard, her husband, just didn't try to excite her anymore. Once a fine athlete, a terror on the high school and college gridirons, he had grown lazy of late. He came home from work tired and went immediately to bed after guzzling down a six-pack of beer. Many times he just slept on the sofa, too lethargic to get up and walk the distance to the bedroom. He showed more spirit watching football on Sunday afternoons than he did when drilling his wife.
It was a damned waste of good horseflesh, she could imagine Rick, her benefactor, saying.
Rick was drilling her real good. He had increased the tempo of his assault a bit, much to her satisfaction. His cock fit her like a glove, taking up every nook and cranny in her pussy. Every time it rubbed past Susan's clit and plunged deep into her warm, pulpy tunnel, shudders rocked her body. He did not just find her G spot, he found her entire alphabet of pleasure zones. His style indicated that he was an expert at sex, got plenty of it. His whole body got into the groove of lovemaking, knowing exactly how to service a female's special needs.
"Ohhhh," Susan moaned in ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
Her cunt salivated for Rick's cock. It wanted to gobble up every cubic inch of it. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust at him with her hips to encourage deeper penetration. Sensing her lusty need, Rick stabbed into her harder and faster than ever, pounding away at her midsection with animal abandon. This action sent waves of hot-cold energy coursing through Susan's undulating body. She gasped at its searing intensity, overwhelmed. She grasped his arms and melded her body to his at the hips, wanting more, hungering for every ounce of pleasure that he gave her. Beneath her, she could feel the van rocking back and forth erotically in tune to their combined efforts.
Rick's eyes feasted on Susan's body as his cock slammed into. Women were never more beautiful than when they were being fucked, he thought, and Susan was no exception. Her flawless white skin was flushed and perspiring. Sweat plastered wisps of hair to her forehead as it ran down her lovely, perfectly sculpted face, straining with the effort of lovemaking. The hot blood pounding through her veins and arteries caused her lips and breasts to swell and deepen in color. Her nipples, seen through her flimsy, transparent bra, were hard, red bullets of flesh, begging to be tweaked. Susan's fully dilated pupils showed that she was in a state of maximum arousal. She squirmed on the end of his cock as if it caused her great discomfort, but Rick knew better than that. Her cunt was ravenously hungry for his cock. He recognized a sex-starved woman when he saw one, and he happily fed her what she craved.
Susan closed her eyes and shook her head from side to side, unable to believe the sensations that coursed through her body. Responding to a compulsion, she removed her bra and fondled her tits. It was hard to get a good grip on them because Rick was ramming into her so hard they jiggled all over the place. She pinched her nipples to hold them still, gave them a twist. They were so charged with sensitivity that they flinched from her touch, sending tingles down her spine to resonate in her clit, which itself was overloaded with stimulation. She gasped and writhed. Her clit was storing up sexual energy like a dam and soon that dam would burst.
Rick could sense how close she was. Her breathing was becoming deeper and more strained. On the verge of orgasm himself, he suddenly removed his dick from her pussy.
Susan's eyes flew open. "Hey!" she whimpered in protest, still rocking her hips. "What gives?"
"Don't worry," Rick said. "I'm not done with you yet. I'm merely changing positions for the drive home."
"Oh."
Rick turned her over and propped her up on her hands knees. He wanted to do it horsey-style, which was the way he liked it best. He entered her from behind and began fucking her fast and furious, like a jack hammer. This was too much for Susan. Her vocalized breath ululated. She felt the fire in her snatch reaching the flashpoint. She was so close.
But to Rick, she was not close enough, because he was already there. He grabbed her long mane of auburn hair and pulled it straight back, forcing her head up. She yelped in surprise. With his free hand he slapped her gorgeous ass, quivering under the assault of his pelvic movements.
"Come on, girl, cum for Poppa!" he shouted. "Cum for Poppa, girl! I can't hold out much longer. Let's do it together, you and me."
Having her hair pulled on was mildly painful, yet it seemed to do the trick it was intended. Susan's pussy tightened around Rick's cock and she immediately orgasmed. Rick spilled his semen into her twat at the same instant, pumping nonstop. Susan screamed, and screamed, and screamed, drowning out her partner's low groan. Waves of multiple orgasms rocked her body, coursing along every nerve. She shuddered with each one, her body twitching. This was the sweet pain she had so longed for and had finally received. She had not received such a good fuck in years. Her joy was almost unendurable.
Rick continued to pull hard on her hair and continued to pump her relentlessly, filling her pussy full of his hot jism. As the orgasmic spasms reached their ultimate climax, Susan bucked like a wild bronco, unable to control herself. She humped Rick's cock harder than he humped her cunt. Her movements reached a frenzied tempo. Her scream reached its highest pitch yet and then abruptly died. Her body shuddered to a stop.
Sanity returned.
She stood there on all fours, panting, dripping sweat. Rick's dick, sodden with both of their emissions, grew limp and he took it out of her pussy, dragging out a long chain of white drool. Utterly spent, they sank down beside each other on the mattress. Rick idly stroked Susan's slick breasts and belly as he cuddled with her.
"Well," he said after a long moment, when he had regained his breath, "what did you think about that ride, missy?"
Susan smiled. "I liked it, but I think you need new springs for your home."
The van they were in was still rocking from the intercourse they had just had.
Chapter Three
The next day, Susan's home was invaded by unwelcome company. Phyllis Clarke was a friend, but also a major pain in the ass. Short, dowdy, forty-two, she looked and talked like a stodgy old woman. The two women had nothing in common except for being next-door neighbors. Though she detested it, Susan played the role of the perfect hostess, serving coffee and listening politely while Phyllis chatted away from across the kitchen table. Outside, through a closed window, Joe Clarke could be seen trimming the hedge that divided their front lawns. His gas-powered hedge trimmer was loud, but, unhappily, not quite loud enough to drown out his wife.
"And so I told the salesgirl," Phyllis was saying, "I told her that I didn't have the receipt and tags, that I threw them away. After all, why should I be expected to save those crummy old things? So she said to me, in a real rude way, 'I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't give you your money back unless you have the original receipt and tags. That's store policy.' Well, Sue, as you can imagine, that's when I started to get mad."
Phyllis paused and Susan nodded at her in sympathy, because that's what she was expected to do when Phyllis paused. In truth, however, Susan was hardly listening to what Phyllis was saying. Last night's joyful escapade was still on her mind. She had fucked Rick-rhymes-with-dick not once but three times. The loud squeaking made by his van's worn shock absorbers and her own screaming orgasms must have awakened three whole city blocks. She had come home with a deliciously sore pussy and a huge smile on her face, the first real smile she had worn in a long time. She had wanted to show that smile to Howard, not to gloat over her adultery, but to show him that she could still derive some enjoyment out of life. But when she got home, she found Howard fast asleep on the sofa. Susan had the distinct impression that he was probably not even aware that she had been gone.
Phyllis continued her story. "I told the salesgirl to get the manager right away. For once, the little twit listened to me. Well, the manager turned out to be even younger and snottier than the salesgirl. 'What's the problem?' he asked me. I showed him the big long tear in the dress I had bought last month and said I wanted a refund. He asked me, 'How did this tear get here?' I told him it was none of his damn business how the tear got there, but when it happened it happened in public and it had caused me a great deal of embarrassment, if you know what I mean."
"How did the tear get there?" Susan asked, though not with any real interest. All she wanted was for Phyllis to get off this boring subject-or, better yet, just shut up completely.
"I got it caught in the door of my car at the mall last week. How was I supposed to know that the fabric was so cheap it couldn't survive a little yanking on?"
Why didn't you just open the door, you dimwit? Susan thought but did not say. Instead, she shook her head, expressing her own disgust at modern day seamtressing.
Phyllis nodded, confident that Susan was in total agreement with her. "Now, where was I? Oh, yes. The manager was a real prick-God forgive my language. He said that if the dress left the store undamaged, the store wasn't responsible for its replacement. So, I said to him-do you want to hear what I said to him?"
"Yes," Susan said, lying.
"I said to him-"
"I cheated on my husband last night," Susan suddenly blurted out. It was a desperate attempt to change the subject.
Phyllis stopped in mid-sentence. "What, darling? What did you say?"
"I said I cheated on my husband last night."
This information was a surprise to Phyllis and she didn't quite know how to respond to it. "You cheated on your husband? Really? For heaven's sake, why?"
Susan shrugged. "Because I was horny, why else? Howard was watching the football game and didn't want to be bothered by me. He hasn't been very interested in sex lately."
"I should consider that a blessing, dear."
Now it was Susan's turn to be surprised by Phyllis. "Oh? Why so?"
"Well, that's all my own husband seems to think about. Sex, sex, sex, all he ever wants is sex. Once, maybe twice a week, he gropes for me and I have to slap him away. His demands are driving me nuts."
"Don't you like sex?"
"Sex? Heaven's no! Disgusting ritual, sex. Women have no business enjoying it. My mother, God rest her soul, was right to warn me away from it. Yes, disgusting ritual, sex! You should feel fortunate to have a husband who doesn't want it."
"How many times a month do you have sex with Joe?" Susan asked, curious.
"A month, dear?" Phyllis laughed. "More like a year. I permit him to have sex with me just two times a year, both on specific dates known well in advance: my birthday and our wedding anniversary. This ensures that he remembers those days and remembers to get me a present. But I've made up my mind. Next anniversary, after he gives me the diamond necklace I've been hounding him about for years, I'm going to tell him no more sex-not on anniversaries, not on birthdays, not ever. I'm just plain sick of it. He'll just have to satisfy himself with looking at pictures in those girlie magazines he has and doing that thing he does with his hands-which he does too much of already, if you ask my opinion."
Susan felt anger rising within her. How dare this woman deny her husband sex? She was much, much worse than Howard, who at least enjoyed sex when he chose to have it, and he chose to have it a lot more than just two times a year.
She found her gaze wandering out the window to Joe, Phyllis's husband. The same age as Susan, he was a short man with average looks. He wasn't paunchy around the middle like Howard, but lean. He kept in good shape by performing all the chores his wife gave him to do, like trimming the hedges and weeding her garden. He had always seemed to her to be a miserable, forlorn sort of fellow, and now she had a sudden insight as to why. Looking at him closely, she noticed that he had the beginnings of a black eye.
Phyllis followed Susan's gaze and read the question in her mind. "Yes, the brute tried to have sex with me this morning. I woke up to find him in my room, touching my breasts. Boy, I clobbered him good! Seems it's his birthday today and he's expecting sex as his present. He took the day off from work to plead for it. I guess he just wants me to deliver my body to him on a silver platter, garnished with flowers from my garden. I told him I would think about it if he trimmed the hedges, but I'm afraid I've already made up my mind. 'No!' I'll say to him. That's why I came over here-to get away from the pervert."
The only pervert around here is you, Susan thought to herself. She wanted Phyllis out of her house immediately. She had always disliked her, but now she detested her. She could not believe that she had ever considered the woman a friend. She felt that if Phyllis uttered another negative word about sex to her, she would slap her. Suddenly, an idea occurred to her on how she could get rid of her friend without violence.
"I heard there is a shoe sale going on at Macy's today," Susan said. "Fifty-percent off."
Susan watched those magic words have their effect of Phyllis. Her eyes lit up with interest. "Really?" she asked. "Fifty-percent off?"
Susan nodded. "Yes, but it ends in a few hours."
Phyllis stood up immediately. She was in an almost religious state of excitement. "Well, I have to go down there! I'm sorely in need of new shoes. As it stands now, I'm down to my last thirty pairs, and all of those are scuffed on the bottom from walking around in them."
"I'll go down there with you," Susan volunteered, rising.
"No!" Phyllis shouted, pushing Susan back into her seat.
Susan had expected that reaction and smiled to herself. Phyllis believed that sales were meant only for her. Susan guessed that they were her substitution for sex and she could not tolerate the competition from other women.
"What I meant, dear," Phyllis went on in a softer tone of voice, realizing that she might have given offense, "is that they probably wouldn't have anything you'd like."
Susan shrugged. Of course, she had never been serious about her offer to accompany Phyllis. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Let me walk you to the door."
She got up to walk Phyllis to the door, but the other woman, clearly impatient, outpaced her. Phyllis opened the door herself and took off running for her car without saying or nodding good-bye. She jumped into her Miata, gunned the engine, shot backwards out of the driveway, and took off down the street. Susan smiled and waved to her from the doorway.
"Good riddance," she muttered under her breath.
Susan wasn't the only one watching Phyllis leave, she noticed. Joe, pausing in his work, had a devastated expression on his face as he watched his wife's car disappear around the corner. His hopes for sex had just come crashing down, she realized. Susan felt really sorry for him. Joe was very sweet and unselfish. All of the neighbors liked him because he fixed things for them. He deserved a much better woman than the one he had now.
Suddenly, a light came on inside her head. What if she were to give him that woman as a birthday present? Susan was not attracted to Joe, but she was not repulsed by him either. What she would do she would do as an act of charity. She enjoyed performing charity, and Susan thought it might make him happy to have her body for an afternoon. Because he had been so helpful to her over the years, she would let him do whatever he wished to it.
Smiling, she went upstairs to change her clothes.
A few minutes later, she opened the window to the upstairs bathroom and called down to Joe. "Hey, Joe!"
Joe didn't hear her above the noise of the hedge trimmer and kept right on working.
"Hey, Joe!"
This time he happened to look up and notice her. He turned off the hedge trimmer.
"Are you calling me, Mrs. Keller?"
Joe was so shy, he could never bring himself to call her by her first name.
"Yes," Susan said. "I'm trying to take a shower, but there's no hot water. I'm wondering if you can come up here and take a look at it."
"Okay," he said, eyes brightening. He was always eager to help other people. Susan guessed that it made him feel needed. "I'll be over there right away."
Susan went downstairs and opened the front door for him. Joe's eyes popped out of his skull when he saw her standing there. She wore nothing but a towel, a towel so short her nipples and pussy were barely concealed. Her long, gorgeous legs were prominently displayed.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, Joe," she said to him. "My husband usually fixes things around here, but he's away at work right now. You're the only handyman I got."
Joe fought to control his reactions to her beautiful body. His dick was threatening to become hard, and if it did, that would be very embarrassing. "That's all right," he said in a strained voice. "I don't mind."
"Well, come on in. I'll show you up to the bathroom."
Susan turned around and preceded Joe up the stairs. As she climbed, she heard a strangled gasp coming from behind her. She smiled. Joe had no doubt noticed that she was not wearing anything underneath her towel. She could almost feel his eyes boring into her naked ass cheeks. Perhaps he could even see her pussy peeking out from between her legs as they slid past one another. That thought made her very hot.
They reached the landing and Susan led him into the bathroom. When she turned around, she saw that Joe was pale and shaking. If she didn't know any better, she might have assumed he was physically ill.
"What's the matter, Joe?"
Joe was aware that he was still looking at her shapely legs. He wrenched his eyes away, fearful that his thoughts were being read. "Nothing, nothing!" He wiped perspiration off his forehead. "Whew! Long climb up those stairs!"
"Yes," Susan agreed. Then she pointed to the shower. "Well, there it is."
"Ah, yes."
Still shaking, he moved to the shower and turned the spigot marked 'H'. Water erupted from the shower head. He held his hand in the stream, gauging the temperature.
"Oh, yes, this water is cold; it's definitely not hot. Not hot at all, no, no."
"What do you think it could be?"
"Well, it can be any number of things," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Yes, any number of things." He tried hard to think of any number of things. Suddenly, one came to mind. "Have you paid your gas bill?"
"Yes."
He frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Besides, we have an electric water heater, so I know that's not the problem."
"Oh."
Joe was stumped. Though he was generally good at plumbing, he couldn't think of anything else that it could be. Susan's presence so close to him turned his mind into mush. Her nipples, he noticed, were now half-exposed. That caused his heart to skip a beat.
"There's hot water coming out of the other faucets," Susan volunteered.
That jarred loose an idea. "Oh, really? Where's your sub-main to the bathroom?"
"Sub-main? What's that?"
"Never mind. I think I can find it."
He went searching around the bathroom and found a metal plate on the wall behind the toilet. He removed the plate and looked inside.
"Aha!" he exclaimed. "Just as I thought! I've found the problem!"
"What, Joe? What is it?"
Joe pointed. "The hot water valve to your shower is turned off."
"Oh! But how could that happen, do you suppose?"
Joe paused to think. "Could your husband have turned it off?"
Susan thought a moment. "Yes!" she suddenly cried out. "Oh, yes! Now I remember. Howard was complaining about a water leak yesterday. He must have turned off the valve to stop the drip and forgot to tell me. Boy, Joe, you're so smart to have figured it out!"
He beamed. "You probably need a new washer in your faucet," he said, welcoming the chance to talk technical and seem even smarter. "It's always the washers from the hot water side that go bad first." Joe turned the hot water valve to the open position. "There, go feel the water."
She did. "It's hot, Joe. Beautifully hot. How can I ever repay you for all the things you do for me?"
Joe shrugged. He thought he had already been repaid back on those stairs.
Susan adjusted the temperature to suit her. Joe stood there smiling, proud of his skill and usefulness. And then Susan did something which completely stupefied him: right in front of him, she removed her towel and let it fall to the floor. Joe's jaw followed it all the way down. His eyes bugged out. Susan was now completely and gloriously naked right before his eyes. He was so stunned he could not have averted his gaze even if he had wanted to.
"Thank you, Joe. Now I can take my shower."
Joe could not speak. He was aware that his dick had suddenly sprang erect.
Susan, acting nonchalant about her nudity, stepped into the shower and got her body wet. She left the sliding glass door of the stall open. She pretended not to notice Joe, but she was secretly watching him out of the corner of her eye. The bulge in his pants was obvious. He was trying to hide it with his hands. Embarrassed, he started to back away. Susan, who had her seduction mapped out, had prepared for this move. Joe was really too shy to be expected to just suddenly take her in his arms and start fucking her.
"Wait, Joe."
Joe paused. "Yes."
"I forgot the soap. Can you hand it to me? It's right there, next to the sink."
She pointed. The movement of her arm caused her right breast to jiggle beautifully. Joe found the soap and brought it to her. He was painfully conscious of his erection and hoped Susan would not notice it.
"Thanks, Joe." Joe nodded. Susan worked the soap into a lather and began spreading it across her body. She smeared her breasts, buttocks, thighs, and pussy. She smeared her pussy good and long, causing her reddish brown pubic hairs to turn frothy white. Joe's erection was hitting the ceiling. He began to back away again, continuing to watch her. Susan watched him watching her. It appeared that he was still too shy to take the hint. When he reached the door, he began to close it behind him.
"Joe, stop!"
Joe froze. Her urgent voice had startled him. "What? What's wrong?"
"Come here."
"What?"
"You heard me. Come here."
Joe took a tentative step forward.
"Come on, come on, over here." She waved him over and pointed down at the spot right beside her shower door.
Slowly, he moved forward step by step until he stood where she indicated. He trembled from being so close to her nude body. Nervous perspiration soaked his entire face.
"What do you want?" he asked.
Susan took his hand and placed the bar of soap in it. "Do my back for me. Since you're here, I might as well make use of you, eh?"
She gave him a winsome smile and then turned around. For a long moment, she felt nothing, heard nothing except his heavy breathing. Then his shaking hand touched her back and Susan felt the bar of soap begin to glide across her silky skin. He made small circular motions, going up and down her spine. He was awkward at first, not quite believing that he was being allowed to touch this beautiful body, even only one small part of it, but when Susan offered no complaints, he gained confidence. His hand began to roam far and wide, moving all over Susan's back, from her neck and shoulder blades down to the base of her spine. Emboldened, he even went so far as to cop a quick feel of her buttocks. Susan shivered.
"Oh, Joe, that feels so good!"
And indeed it did. Despite the blistering heat of the water, chills ran up and down Susan's spine, and goose bumps appeared in her flesh. Joe was an average guy with average looks, but he was really stimulating her right now, which surprised her. His hands performed tactile feats on her skin. She felt a delicious anticipatory tingle develop in her cunt. She decided that she might enjoy this act of 'charity' after all.
"You really like it?" Joe asked.
"Yes."
Susan put both hands on the wall to brace herself and raised her left foot back towards him. "Do my foot now, okay? It's hard for me to do my own feet without toppling over in the shower."
"Okay."
Eagerly, Joe grabbed her ankle and began to rub the bar of soap over the sole of her foot. Susan's foot flinched from his hand.
"Oh, Joe, that tickles!"
"Sorry."
"That's okay. I like being tickled, but not too much. Just do it a little slower, okay?"
"Okay."
Joe did it slower. He liked massaging soap into her foot. Susan had such delicate, sexy feet. Taking liberties, Joe pulled her foot back so that it would be closer to him. Half of Susan's leg now extended out of the shower stall. As his hands worked on her foot, he admired the contours of her leg, just one of a gorgeous pair. Unconsciously, following the trail that his eyes blazed, his hand began to wander from her foot, moving upwards. Dropping the cumbersome bar of soap, he caressed her calves and lower thighs with his bare hands, marveling at how incredibly soft her skin felt.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Susan murmured.
Joe still couldn't believe that he was really here in Susan's bathroom, touching her naked body. This had to be one of those erotic dreams he often had about her. If so, he wished he would never wake up from it.
Gripping her slender ankle, he lifted her leg up higher to expose her pussy. Susan had such a beautiful pussy, with pink, delicate folds that seemed willing to blossom like a flower on command. Her pubic hairs were soaked and trickled a steady stream of water. Joe's eyes became riveted. Oh, man, he wanted to fuck her! He lowered her leg again and purposely brushed her foot against his rock-hard cock.
Susan shuddered. Abruptly, she took her foot back and turned around. Joe quickly stepped backwards, afraid that what he had done would earn him another black eye. Strangely, though, Susan did not seem to be angry with him. She did not even seem to notice his erection, although it was glaringly obvious. Instead, there was concern in her voice as she spoke.
"Oh, Joe, you're all wet!"
Joe looked down at himself. The front of his shirt was completely drenched. He had received a good soaking from the water bouncing off Susan's body.
"Yes."
"Well, there's only one remedy for it."
Joe saw the look in her eyes, a look that all men, including near-virginal geeks like him, were programmed by mother nature to recognize from birth; he was almost afraid to ask this next question. "What's that?"
"Take off your clothes."
Joe's heart stopped beating. "Take off my clothes?"
"Yes, remove all of them. You're coming in the shower with me. You're sweating too, and I'm going to scrub you clean."
Joe hesitated.
"Go on, go on," Susan urged.
Joe was a guy who found it difficult to say no. He began to remove his clothes, moving with obvious reluctance. Despite his intense desire to fuck Susan, he was very shy about his body. He pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his shoes and pants. Before removing his underwear, however, he modestly turned around. Susan admired his tight, muscular buns as they were revealed, but it was what was on the other side that she really wanted to see. But he seemed hesitant to expose that area.
"Turn around, Joe."
"No." He seemed suddenly frightened.
"Turn around, Joe."
"No. Please, no."
Susan wondered why he was so reluctant to show his penis. Was he hiding some grotesque deformity? If so, maybe that explained why Phyllis didn't like having sex with him. Still, there was only one way to answer the question.
"Joe, turn around!"
Joe closed his eyes and turned around. Susan saw his dick and gasped. It really was deformed, but not in a hideous way. Joe's cock was at least twelve inches long.
"Why, Joe, you're huge!"
"Yes," he sighed. Rather than being proud of his magnificent organ, Joe seemed curiously depressed. "This is the curse that has ruined my sex life."
Susan was incredulous at his mood. "Why do you say that?"
"Because my wife says that my penis is too big. She says that it hurts her when I put it in her. She says that if I ever divorced her, I would never find another wife again, because I'm such a freak."
"A freak!"
"Yes, a freak. My wife ... my wife calls me 'horse dick.'"
Susan laughed. She laughed until tears came out of her eyes. It was so funny. Then she saw the shamed look on Joe's face and forced herself to stop. She hastened to reassure him. "That's okay, darling, I'm not laughing at you. No real woman would dare laugh at you. I'm laughing at your wife. If I were you, I would take what she says as a compliment."
Joe looked at her in surprise. "You would?"
"Yes, you have a beautiful dick. Most women would kill to have a husband with a dick like yours. Women like big dicks. Don't listen to what your wife says. She has been lying to you."
Joe paused a moment to consider this news. "So, you like my penis?"
"I do. I do very much."
And, to prove that fact, Susan grabbed Joe by the cock and pulled him into the shower with her.
"Oh!" he exclaimed.
Susan sat down on her haunches and stared at his monstrous organ face to face. Holding it at the trunk, her thumb and forefinger could not even encompass its full width. She stuck out her tongue and tasted the bulbous purple head. Joe shuddered, stung by a sudden electrical discharge.
"Oh, Jesus!" he shouted, not in pain, but in intense physical pleasure. "You like that?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
"Then you should like this more."
Susan opened her mouth as wide as she could and took him in. There was no way she could fit all of Joe's cock in her mouth, she knew, but she would try. She relaxed her throat muscles so as not to gag on his hard piece of meat. Shudders continued to rock Joe's body as Susan's lips slowly inched their way down his impossible length. Her small teeth grazed his skin as it slid past, tormenting his sensory system. By the time his head lodged in the back of her throat, she had swallowed fully eight inches of him, a respectable achievement for any female. Joe almost could not stand it.
"Oh," he moaned. "Ohhhhhh."
Susan sank her nails into his ass cheeks and began to pump him in earnest. Unlike other girls she once knew, she loved to give head. A big, warm cock was like candy melting in her mouth. In her younger years, as now, she could never get enough cock. Her propensity to give good head was a major factor in her ability to steal Howard from her main rival, Kathy Maiden. Kathy, as impossible as it seemed, was even prettier than Susan, but according to Howard, she was a dead fish in bed, distasteful of experimentation. Susan did not have to fake her enthusiasm for kinky-sex, especially for giving head. She once had an orgasm while doing it, unneedful of any other form of stimulation.
Compulsively, Joe gripped the back of Susan's head to facilitate his penetration of her mouth. He was adding his own small thrusts to her pumping actions, yet he was careful not to choke Susan. His moans were increasing in volume, a danger sign of imminent explosion. His shaft was now well-lubricated by Susan's saliva, which gushed forth as if her mouth was a second pussy. Her lips slipped over his taut skin easily. Faster and faster they went, reaching a frenzied tempo to match the need she felt rising in him. Much of the heat Susan felt coming from his dick was now generated by friction. The stimulation was too much for the poor man to bear. It appeared he was going to ejaculate prematurely.
Joe removed his cock and gushed thick streamers of white semen all over Susan's face and mouth. Delighted, she lapped up the hot liquid like a thirsty dog, swallowing it as fast as it came. She pumped his throbbing organ with one hand to encourage the discharge, directing it towards her hungry mouth. She loved the taste of cum. When his orgasm finally abated, she sucked the last drops out of his slit with her mouth and smacked her lips, well satisfied. Then they both settled back with a huge sigh.
"Oh, man, that was incredible!" Joe said. "I never dreamed that a blow job could be like that!"
"You've never had a blow job before?"
"No. I was a virgin until I met Phyllis, and she would never give me one. I had heard wonderful things about them, though."
Susan felt happy for him, but somewhat sorry for herself. Though she had enjoyed giving him head, he had cum sooner than she had expected. She really wanted to feel Joe's huge cock stuffing her pussy.
"I suppose you're tired now and want to go home," she said, sighing.
Joe looked at her very seriously. "Oh, no, Mrs. Keller! I want to fuck you in your pussy. Please let me fuck you in your pussy, okay? Just give me a second more to recover."
This was just what Susan wanted to hear. "Okay," she said.
Joe was true to his word. It literally took him only a second to recover. Susan was amazed at his stamina. Even Howard in his glory days did not have such a fast turnaround time. So great was his need that Joe took charge this time, banishing his shyness with her for all time. He pinned Susan up against the wall, kicked her legs apart, and stabbed his dick deep into her cunt.
"Oh!" she cried.
"Ahhhhhhh," he sighed.
He held it in there motionless while he absorbed her warmth. Now it was Susan's turn to endure sweet agony. His cock was like a hot poker in her cunt, hotter even than the scalding water which pelted them and drowned out all sounds of the outside world. Soothing heat spread throughout her body, terminating, ironically, in goose bumps at her nerve endings. She engulfed his throbbing manliness with spongy flesh that molded itself perfectly to his inflexible form. Fluid trickled down his pulsing veins to drip from his balls. Already, Susan's clit was aching furiously. She couldn't wait for that cock to start working its magic inside her.
"Go on, Joe, fuck me. Fuck me."
Joe delayed. He felt he didn't have enough leverage for a good fucking. He was almost a head shorter than Susan, who was tall for a female, and he wanted to bring her down to eye-level. He grabbed both her legs and forced her to wrap them around his waist. Guided by his hands on her fleshy buttocks, she sank downward upon his cock, groaning as his swollen head ground into the back of her long love canal. Now the only thing holding her up was Joe's cock and the friction of her back against the wet, slippery wall. She was impaled and at his mercy, a position which infused Joe with a deep sense of power, and her with a lusty yearning.
He kissed her passionately upon the lips. Those lips stuck fast to his, helped by powerful suction. Susan's tongue wormed its way into Joe's mouth and found his. The meeting sparked fireworks inside both yearning bodies. They shuddered in each other's arms, rocked by energies they could not control. Their moans were smothered by each other's lips.
Joe could not idle in her a moment longer. The irresistible force of nature now took control over his body. He backed up his cock and stabbed into her hard. The violent jolt caused their lips to disengage.
"Ah!" she cried.
"Jesus!" he muttered.
Joe gave a few more such powerful jabs and then found his rhythm, much to Susan's relief. That hard cock felt glorious inside her pussy, moving in and out of her relentlessly, greased by her sustained fragrant drippage. It rubbed her clit with delicious friction, generating delight, pounding out harmonious music on her overloaded nerves. Her heart beat frantically on the walls of her chest, stimulated by wild surges of electricity. She punctuated each of his hard thrusts with a truncated gasp, as if she could not breathe without such manual assistance. His cock was like a battering ram forcing open the pearly gates of her sexual nirvana. She abandoned her body to his will totally.
Joe's joy was overwhelming. He stared mesmerized at Susan's breasts, the nipples hard and pointing, as they bounced up and down in tune to his frantic pelvic movements. They were such beautiful breasts, belonging to a beautiful woman. He could still hardly believe that he had his dick inside such a warm, welcoming body. In bed at night, he often masturbated to an image of Susan in his mind, Susan who had the most sexy and exciting body he had ever seen. Now, he had her riding on his cock, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she was enjoying herself! Yes, he just could not believe it. His dick was so swollen for her he thought his skin might split apart at any moment. His wildest dreams had never truly prepared him for the utter joy he now found in fucking Susan.
Susan's exhalations were coming much quicker. Some deep instinct inside Joe told him that she was on the verge of something spectacular. Not wanting to miss out himself, he increased the tempo of his assault, listening in satisfaction to the rising pitch of her voice.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh!"
Susan let out a scream that could shatter glass. She arched her back as her orgasm suddenly struck, swift as a cobra. Her pussy grabbed the cock inside her and wrestled a climax out of Joe as well. He continued to pump her as hot jism spilled into her welcoming cavity. She twitched and shuddered on his impaling spear point, unable to control her body movements any longer. Such sweet pain coursed through her body! Joe's deep, prolonged groan joined her scream in a climactic harmony of ecstasy. Their movements reached a final, frenzied tempo as the physical sensations peaked inside them.
Such bliss!
Then it was over.
Exhausted, they slowly sank to the floor of the shower. Joe lay flat on his back with Susan on top of him, sitting astride his midsection, head drooping. Their feverish, blotchy bodies were pelted by pellets of water now gone icy cold. Joe's cock still throbbed inside Susan's warm pussy. Like sword and sheath, he felt it belonged in there and did not ever want to remove it.
Tiredly, he brushed aside Susan's long curtain of auburn hair and felt her wet, swollen breasts. He had not had a chance to feel them before, and he did not know if he'd ever get another chance again. Her nipples, he found, were hard and pointed, so unlike his wife's nipples just after sex, which remained soft and flat. Susan took his hands in her own and pressed them tightly to her soft, warm mounds, squashing them, letting him feel her heart thumping against her chest walls. She lifted her head and smiled down at him.
"Well, happy birthday," she said. "Did you like your present?"
Joe nodded. He liked it very much indeed.
Chapter Four
Howard awoke to find himself on the sofa. There was nothing unusual about that; he often fell asleep on the sofa while watching television. What was unusual was that he woke up feeling that something was wrong, out-of-place. In all his life, Howard had never woken up feeling that way before. He led a perfect, trouble-free life.
"Honey?" he called out to his wife.
Silence answered him back. Howard looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost midnight. The basketball game was over and David Letter-man was now on television, trading playful insults with some curvy guest. Okay, Howard thought, Susan has gone to bed. She always went to bed around this time. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about at all.
Howard thought that he should try sleeping in bed for a change as well. With a groan, he got to his feet. He was getting too fat, he realized, looking down at his stomach.
None of his old pants fit him anymore, and that was cause for sorrow. He had been in such excellent shape as a young man, proud of the body that had almost taken him to the professional leagues. Now, he felt tired all the time for lack of exercise. It was the desk job he had that was the cause of all this, he thought, somewhat bitterly. Sitting in a chair ten hours a day, pushing papers around, was not healthy for a human body.
Howard turned off the television set and started off down the hall towards his bedroom. He hoped that Susan would still be awake, perhaps reading a book. It had occurred to him that he had not had sex with her for a long time. His brief nap had given him some energy for a little nooky; he was actually looking forward to it this time. His cock began to swell at the thought of his sexy wife waiting for him in bed, breasts bared, wearing nothing but panties-her usual bedtime garment.
He saw that the bedroom light was still on and smiled. He opened the door and said, "Honey, I-"
He stopped. Susan was not in the bed.
Perplexed, he did a quick search of the house, calling out her name as he went along. She was in none of the other rooms. Nor was she in the garage doing laundry. Finally, he went searching outside, and that solved the mystery. Her car was missing from the driveway; she had completely left the house for some reason.
But at this time of night?
He scratched his head. Where could she be?
Chapter Five
Susan was at the beach, gazing at the broken reflection of the full moon in the waters of the Pacific ocean. The beauty of the scene had inspired her to take off her clothes and bask naked in the silver light. A cool offshore breeze tasseled her long hair and raised goose bumps in her white skin as she strolled along the deserted shoreline. Her bare feet left behind a trail of tiny imprints in the wet, hard-packed sand. Susan welcomed the assault of wind and salt spray upon her unprotected body. Being naked and outdoors gave her such an incredible feeling of being alive.
She needed that feeling right now, because her mind was in turmoil. She had come to this desolate beach not just to admire its beauty, but to think undisturbed. Within the past few weeks, her life had suddenly become much more complicated. Joe was pressuring her to run away with him. Susan had intended to have sex with him only once, but found she could not resist that twelve-inch cock. The two of them, therefore, had become regular lovers, sneaking off to fuck each other whenever they could. Their shrubbery reverberated with their lovemaking. Joe was tired of his job, tired of his wife, tired of his life in general, and Susan did not blame him. She was tired of the old ways, too. But Susan had not embarked upon her adulterous adventures to trade one husband for another. She still loved Howard, much as it surprised her to admit that, and did not want to leave him. She merely wanted the sex that was being denied to her.
The decision was a simple one, yet difficult to make. She sighed when she finally arrived at it. She would inform Joe tomorrow that they would have to slow down their relationship, perhaps not have sex for a while. It would break his poor, sweet heart, but it was necessary. He was starting to become obsessed with her, and she could not allow that. Obsessed men were a definite turn-off, big cock or no. An idea occurred to her that might make the parting less traumatic. Perhaps she could offer to take him under her wing, help him discover the joys of sex with other women. Of late, he had grown in confidence under her sexual tutelage and might welcome the chance to test the waters. She hoped that would be an adequate consolation prize.
Glad to have at last come to a decision regarding Joe, Susan turned her attention to the tide that was lapping at her feet. There was another reason she had come down here, she remembered. It had been a long time since she had last gone skinny-dipping. When she was a young woman she used to go skinny-dipping with her two best friends all of the time. Their favorite haunt was Deep Creek up in the San Bernardino mountains. Once, during the summer, she and her friends had invited three handsome boys along, but the wild orgy she had anticipated had never materialized. The boys-and Howard was one of them-were too shy to remove their clothes. They just stood along the bank of the creek watching the trio of pretty girls splash around in the water naked. The erections they hid were enormous.
With this old but happy memory playing in her mind, Susan waded out into the ocean. It was winter in Southern California and the water was freezing cold. The goose bumps thickened in her flesh as the water rose higher and higher up her shapely legs. Her tiny body hairs stood out everywhere on her skin. When the water touched her pussy, already clammed up tight from its exposure to the cold night air, she let out an involuntary shiver. The freezing water was a shock to her system, causing her chest muscles to tighten and her lungs to temporarily stop working. It was as if her body feared an imminent drowning. For a moment, she could not breathe, but then she forced herself to expel air and relax. Part of the glory of being human was overcoming such primal fears, she thought. She dived headfirst into the next wave and immersed her body completely. With expert strokes, she swam out to deeper water.
Swimming nude in the open ocean gave Susan an erotic thrill. All of her senses were on active duty, tingling with heightened awareness. Even though the water was cold, she felt a sexual warmth spreading throughout her body. Her nipples, stimulated by the ocean's glassy caress, were harder than the barnacles on a whale. Water glided down her back and over her beautiful, fleshy buttocks as her hands and arms cleaved a path through the sinuous, rolling swells. The rubbing of her smooth thighs against each other as her long, powerful legs propelled her forward ignited a burning yearning in her cunt. She would have to satisfy that yearning with masturbation when she got home, she thought, or maybe even sooner.
When she was out far enough, so far that her feet could no longer touch the sandy bottom, she stopped and flipped over onto her back, letting her body go virtually limp. She just lay there in the water, drifting, relaxing, luxuriating in her own sexual heat. Only her face and breasts remained bobbing above the surface, wet and glistening under the frosty light of the moon. She had to kick her feet only occasionally to keep her body hovering in this comfortable position, facing the star-filled sky. She sighed, utterly content to be rocked like a baby in the ocean's loving embrace. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift with her body.
Inevitably, her thoughts drifted to her husband, though this disturbed her peace somewhat, making her beautiful face frown in the water. She realized that nothing had been decided about him. Did she really want to remain with Howard, she asked herself? The more she thought about it, the more unsure she became of her devotion to him. It wasn't just that he denied her sex; he denied her an acknowledgment that she was even there. Once he had been an adoring young man who could not keep his eyes and hands off of his beautiful new bride. Now, it seemed, he would only talk to her if he needed a beer, and even then, he expected her to pick up his telepathic signals in advance. It was all very aggravating to Susan, who had invested so much time and energy into her marriage to make it prosperous for both of them. Her husband would have to change, she decided quite suddenly, change quickly and drastically if she was to remain with him. There was too much anger inside her to keep it buried any longer. She would force him to change.
But how do you force a man to change if he doesn't listen to you, doesn't even acknowledge your existence?
That was a good question which Susan had no answer to. At present, she was forced to postpone thinking about it. The current was carrying her body towards Hawaii, which wasn't a very healthy development. Her teeth were already chattering from exposure to water which had grown too cold for even her comfort. She began swimming back. She wished she had three or more handsome guys waiting on shore to fuck her once she emerged wet and shivering from the ocean. A nice gang bang would warm her body up real fast.
* * *
A half-hour later, Susan was driving home in her car. She was completely naked, but this time, it was not purposeful. After her swim in the ocean, she had been unable to locate her clothes along the shoreline. Every dark bundle she had spotted in the sand and ran to pick up turned out to be rotting seaweed. She supposed that her clothes had been washed away by the tidal surge.
No matter, she thought. The opportunity to drive home naked along the coast highway was an experience to be savored. She kept her windows rolled down all the way so that the wind would blow-dry her body. Her hair flew wildly all about her head. She was cold, but the chills she experienced had an erotic quality to them that made her cunt quiver. She fingered that cunt with one hand as she drove, enjoying the electricity that her manipulations produced. She was very close to orgasm. She did not worry about other drivers seeing her, because no one was on the road at this time of night.
Well, almost no one.
All of a sudden, Susan saw lights flashing in her rear view mirror.
"Oh, shit!" she said. "A cop!"
She looked down at the speedometer and saw that she was doing seventy-five. She groaned. She had been enjoying herself so much that she had not realized she had been speeding.
Though she dreaded it, there was no question she had to stop. A police pursuit would not help her cause any. She turned her car into an small empty parking lot that fronted the state beach and turned off the engine. The police cruiser parked about twenty feet behind her, its bright headlights spearing into the interior of her car. She waited, praying that God would somehow strike the policeman frozen before he ever got to her car and discovered her state of dress.
Susan heard the cruiser's door open and close. Gravel crunched under the policeman's shoes as he advanced, holding a flashlight in one hand. All that was visible of him to her was his silhouette in the dusty beams of light. She could not make out his face at all. Conscious of her nudity, Susan came up with a desperate ploy to save herself. Hastily, she pinched her nipples to make them harder and more appealing. When the officer finally came up to her window, she turned to him with the most dazzling smile on her face.
"Hello there, officer. I wasn't speeding, was I?"
Light blinded her eyes. The officer had his high-powered flashlight aimed directly into her face. She squinted against its intensity, unable to see anything beyond its glare. The beam remained on her face for a few moments and then traveled slowly down her body, spotlighting her naked breasts and belly. Susan realized that her thighs were flung wide apart, but made no effort to close them. The beam of light stopped on a large wet spot her pussy had made on the seat cover. Then the light came back up to Susan's face.
"License and registration please, ma'am."
The smile fell from Susan's face. The voice was female! Oh, God, she thought, I'm really busted now. Female officers never gave her a break.
She swallowed. "I'm afraid I don't have them, officer. I was swimming and my clothes and purse got washed away by the surf."
It was a lie. Luckily-or unluckily, perhaps-Susan had left her purse at home. She knew that she could now be arrested. By telling the officer that her clothes had been washed away, she hoped to explain her nakedness and also gain some sympathy.
But the officer's voice was emotionless.
"Step out of the car please, ma'am."
Susan groaned. She had come to rely on her car as some concealment for her nakedness. Now, she would be completely exposed. Shaking in every limb, she opened the door and stepped out of the car, where she got her first good look at the cop. Aguillar was the name on her tag, and she was a handsome brunette with short-cropped hair and an athletic build. "Handsome" came to mind more easily than "pretty," because there was something decidedly butch about the woman.
"Turn around, place your hands on the car, and spread your legs for me. I'm going to search you for weapons."
"What? But, officer, I'm naked! I have no place to hide a weapon."
The officer's features were stern. "Do as I say."
"Okay."
Sighing, Susan turned around and did as she was told. Suddenly, she felt the cop's fingers in her snatch.
"Oh!" she cried.
Yes, Officer Aguillar was definitely butch.
Susan moaned as the fingers probed deeper into her pussy. Her cunt responded to the intrusion by automatically producing more juice. After a few moments of this, Susan decided that she did not mind that warm hand at all. Her cunt still remembered the feel of her own fingers in there and the delicious tingling was now reawakened.
The fingers were removed from her cunt.
"Okay, you're clean. Turn around."
Susan did as directed, hugging herself against the chilly breeze. She saw the cop staring at her body with a hunger she could no longer disguise. Susan smiled. Perhaps her original ploy would work after all. She let her arms fall to reveal her ripe breasts, beautifully textured with goose bumps, like the rest of her body.
"Pretty, aren't I?"
The cop said nothing. She just slowly nodded her head, eyes riveted to Susan's shapely form.
Susan decided on a bold move. "Well, are you going to arrest me or fuck me? I think I would much prefer the latter."
The cop looked up at Susan with a guilty start. "I can't. I'm on duty."
Susan struck a seductive pose and let her hands slide slowly up and down her body, emphasizing her appetizing curves. "But just look at what you'll be missing, officer. Wouldn't you love to have this naked body pressed tightly to yours? I could lick your pussy so clean you'll never have to wash it again. It'll be the best bribe you've ever received."
The female officer groaned. Her facial muscles contorted as a conflict raged within her. She turned away from Susan briefly, clenching and unclenching her hands. Finally, after many moments of agonizing deliberation, she sighed, coming to a decision. She turned around to face Susan.
"Okay," she muttered.
She went to her police cruiser and opened the trunk. From within, she took out a foil package. Coming back, she placed her hand on Susan's ass, nestling her middle finger deep in her crack, and gently guided her down the path to the beach. Susan's pussy began to drip in anticipation of what was to come. She had always wanted to have sex with someone on a moonlit beach, but never did she imagine that someone might be a woman.
The foil package that the cop had brought turned out to contain a survival blanket. She spread the blanket upon the sand and ordered Susan to lay on it, which she did. Then she began to remove her clothes while Susan watched.
Officer Aguillar, it turned out, had a fine body. It was obvious that she worked out regularly, because her muscles were thick and well-toned. Thick yet not masculine, for they stuck closely to her feminine curves. Her breasts, released from her bra, were fuller than Susan had expected and gleamed white in the moonlight. When the cop removed the last of her garments-her underwear-she saw that her pussy was shaved. Susan's mouth watered for a taste of it. The cop was now as naked as her. Her shapely form stood silhouetted against the shimmering backdrop of the ocean.
A long moment passed as both women paused to admire each other.
"What's your name?" the cop asked. "Susan."
"You're beautiful, Susan."
"Thank you. So are you, officer."
"Call me Maria."
"Okay, Maria."
Maria lay down beside her on the blanket. Propping herself up on one elbow, she looked down upon Susan's body, softly aglow in the light of the moon. Though her face was in shadow, Susan could see the burning hunger in the cop's eyes. Maria reached out and touched one of Susan's breasts.
"Ohhhhh," Susan moaned, shivering. Maria's hand was cold but erotically charged.
Susan reflected that it had been a long time since she had last been touched by another woman. The last time had been back in college. Those were her days of sexual exploration before her marriage. Her roommate, Veronica, was a lesbian who liked to touch Susan's body and finger her cunt while she slept. Susan had been unaware of this at first. In fact, she had always wondered why she had such deliciously erotic dreams until one night she awoke to find her roommate lying in bed with her. She was startled, but Veronica's body felt so warm and nice next to her own that she did not kick her out of her bed. It was the start of a year-long lesbian love affair. Susan remembered it fondly.
Maria continued to massage her breasts with her hand, which quickly warmed from Susan's own body heat. Susan sighed and closed her eyes, allowing her body to mold itself into the rippling contours of the sand beneath the blanket. She let the tension fall out of her muscles. She enjoyed the feeling of Maria's fingers gliding smoothly across her skin, tickling her nerve endings, setting off electrical discharges while leaving soothing warmth behind. Susan was naked and exposed on a cold, lonely beach, but her body no longer felt the icy bite of the wind. She was feverish in her arousal. She lost all awareness of the outside world while her mind focused on the tactile pleasures she was receiving.
"Oh, that feels so good!" she murmured.
Encouraged, Maria allowed her hand to wander. It glided over the soft contours of Susan's belly and found her silky muff. She raked Susan's sweaty pubic hairs with her nails, snagging some of them. Tormented, Susan's cunt quivered. Maria dipped a finger into it and it came out sticky and wet. She licked Susan's nectar off her.
"Mmmmm, you taste good."
"Fuck me with your finger," Susan begged.
"No. I have a better idea."
Maria fell down on top of Susan. Her warm weight pressed Susan even deeper into the sand. She could feel the skin on her back sticking to the plastic blanket. Her perspiration acted like glue. Maria's mouth found its way to one of Susan's breasts. She sucked on the hard nipple for a moment, massaging it with her tongue, and then she bit down with her teeth.
"Ah!" Susan gasped, and nearly bucked the other woman off. Yet it was not so much pain she experienced as intense physical pleasure. She was so aroused her nipples were supersensitive to touch.
Maria did not bite her again. Instead, her tongue came out and embraced her nipple, licking it, washing it with saliva. The pain slowly dissipated. Soothed, Susan surrendered herself to that warm, wet caress.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed.
"Mmmmmmmm," Maria murmured. Susan's tits provided her with a delicious feast. Some women liked to suck cocks, but Maria liked to suck tits. The nipples could become just as hard and warm as cocks. Besides, tits were naturally suited to being sucked on, and Maria thought they were tastier as well. Susan's nipple molded itself perfectly to her mouth. Sucking it gave her an incredible feeling of well-being.
Susan did not just lie there like a dead fish while she received her pleasure. She cradled Maria's head in her hands and stroked her hair. Maria's hair was short but silky, a tactile delight for the fingers. Yet, soon, she tired of such petting. Her hands slid down Maria's back to her buttocks, round and roughened by exposure to the cold air. She grabbed handfuls of cheek and kneaded them like bread dough, pumping warmth into them. She felt the goose bumps melt away beneath her fingers, and Maria's skin became softer. Reaching as far as she could, her hands worked their way down to Maria's thighs, grasping and releasing flesh, attracted by the radiating heat of Maria's pussy. When she deemed the moment right, Susan inserted a finger into it and produced a satisfactory shudder in the body on top of her.
"Oh!" Maria cried.
Maria's lips abandoned Susan's nipples and traveled slowly up her neck, kissing and licking her. Susan trembled at the intrusion into one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. Maria's hot breath tickled her skin, sending chills running down her spine to resonate warmly in her cunt. The ache she was experiencing down there was growing intense. She whimpered, wanting satisfaction. Maria's lips crested her jaw line and covered her mouth, muffling her. Susan moaned into that warm oral cavity.
Maria used her knees to force apart Susan's legs. Her hot, moist pussy settled down upon Susan's, which was in an equal state of arousal. Susan knew her cunt was a river right now, pouring her juices out. Maria thrust into her like a man. Though no penis penetrated her, Susan felt the same electric thrill invade and course through her system.
"Ah!" she cried.
Maria continued to grind her pussy against Susan's. Being that she had no cock, she thrust harder than a man to achieve the same amount of stimulation. Their clits made indirect contact. Each thrust was met with another ecstatic cry from Susan. Susan's pussy was gushing fluid, making the skin on skin contact slick. She grabbed handfuls of Maria's ass cheeks and helped in the effort.
"Do you like this better than a finger fuck?" Maria asked.
Susan ignored the question. "I want to eat you. Give me a taste of your pussy."
Evidently, Maria had the same idea, because she did not hesitate one second. She turned her body completely around and presented Susan with her pussy. Susan could feel its radiating warmth striking her face. She pinned back Maria's delicate flaps and inserted her tongue into the steamy opening, tasted Maria's fragrant sap.
"Ohhhh," Maria moaned.
"Mmmmmmm," Susan murmured. It had been a long time since she had last tasted pussy. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed it. Her tongue eagerly lapped up Maria's tart juices, making loud sucking noises. There was a lot of it to swallow. Too much, in fact. The cop quickly replenished whatever Susan siphoned off.
Maria dived in for her own feast. Susan trembled as her partner's tongue wormed its way into her, finding and torturing her clit. She was juicing heavily now. Maria apparently did not mind getting her face soaked. Susan squirmed as her drippage was eagerly slurped up. Maria held onto her thighs to keep her still. Such sweet electricity was surging through her body that Susan had a difficult time concentrating on her own task of giving pleasure. She had to break away more than once and gasp for air. But always she went back for another meal. Her lips were smeared with Maria's succulent juice.
Susan had had sex with relatively few women during her lifetime. After Veronica, there had been only one more, a mutual friend of the two college lovers. Yet, even with her limited experience, she knew that women were naturally better at eating pussy than men. Being female, they knew exactly which spot to zero in on. Men often just fooled around in there, having no real commitment to their task. This was a shame, because Susan still preferred the hard bodies of males to a woman's softer pleasures. Women's bodies were exciting, but they were still just an erotic diversion. A tongue could never replace a big, hard cock. Yet, at times, Susan preferred to have her pussy eaten, by either a man or a woman. Among men, Howard was the best pussy eater she had found, yet even he was clumsy compared to Maria.
Maria was really zeroing in on her zone right now. The cop was a real pro. Obviously, she got plenty of target practice. Her tongue traced expert circles around Susan's erect clit, making it vibrate and twitch spasmodically. Tormented, Susan began to writhe.
"Oh, God," she mewled. "Oh, God."
She felt the first tremors of a coming orgasm. She began to thrust her pelvis towards Maria's mouth, encouraging her tongue to delve deeper. Maria sensed her need and began licking her clit harder and faster. Susan could feel her quivering button tensing, storing up energy for an impending release. She was breathing fast now, too fast to continue eating Maria's pussy. She took her tongue out and replaced it with her ringers. Her pelvic movements became more urgent as the tingling in her clit built into a crescendo. Suddenly, the dam broke and flooded Susan's body with the sweet pain of orgasm. She convulsed, arching her back and nearly throwing Maria off. The sound of crashing waves was drowned out by Susan's piercing scream of euphoria.
Maria came a few seconds later, though she was not nearly as vocal. Her hips bucked wildly back and forth as her climax overtook her. She smeared Susan's neck and breasts with a hot discharge of pussy juice. Together, their bodies twisted in the throes of orgasm. They were unable to control their movements, felt no need to. Susan thanked God for giving females the ability to experience such exquisite joy.
Slowly, the paralyzing electricity dissipated and their convulsions lessened. Their bodies came back under their own control. Panting, Susan fell back on the blanket. Maria collapsed on top of her, her head resting on her soft, feverish thighs. Both women were sweaty and utterly spent.
"Well, that sure beats going to jail," Susan said after she had regained her breath.
"You're the best arrest I never made," Maria murmured, and seemed too tired to say more.
Suddenly, as they lay there, they found themselves immersed in cold, salty water. Both women were surprised. While they were fucking they had failed to take account of the rising tide. Maria sprang to her feet and scrambled after her weapons and uniform, which were floating away. Laughing, Susan got up and helped her.
Chapter Six
At work the next day, Howard stared at his computer screen but did not see a single word or graph on it. He was still thinking of the odd behavior of his wife last night. She had finally come home around two in the morning, just as he was giving up waiting for her and going back to bed. He was somewhat surprised at her state of dress.
"How come you're naked?" he asked.
Susan was startled to see him sitting up in bed, but she recovered quickly. "I got a sudden urge and went skinny-dipping in the ocean."
"You went down there without clothes?"
"No, silly, my clothes got washed away by the surf."
"Oh."
The explanation seemed logical to him, so logical that he was stumped for any more questions to ask. He dismissed the whole subject of his wife's nudity from his mind. Susan had always been a strange one, prone to doing strange things. Yet, his wife continued to stand there in the doorway and stare at him as if she expected him to say more.
"Are you coming to bed?" he asked.
"Would you like to have sex?"
Howard looked at his wife's beautiful naked body. Particles of sand clung to it everywhere and her hair was a wild mess. There was no question that she was appealing in this raw state, yet he found that he could not muster his earlier libido. His eyelids were already starting to droop from staying up too long. "It's late," he said, "and I have to get up soon and go to work. How about we plan it for this weekend? Does Saturday sound good?"
Susan did not answer him, but turned off the lights and walked out of the room. The next morning, Howard found her sleeping on the sofa without a blanket, still naked and getting sand all over it. Yes, he reflected as he sat there in his office, his wife's behavior had been very, very odd.
A knock sounded on his door, yanking his mind back to the present. "Come in!" he said.
The door opened and admitted Steve Johnson. Steve was a tall, heavy set African-American man in his forties, with penetrating eyes and a commanding presence. He also happened to be the company president. Though Howard, a vice-president, was on semi-casual terms with him, he nevertheless sat up a little straighter in his chair.
"I'm not disturbing you, am I, Howard?"
Howard blinked. This was an unusual question coming from a man known for storming into his underlings offices yelling at the top of his lungs. It was rare for him to even knock.
"No, Steve, not at all. What can I do for you?"
Steve sat down heavily in an empty chair and let out a sigh. He remained silent for a long time, staring down at his folded hands. He seemed to be working up the courage to say something, and this perplexed Howard. Steve was known as a very strong and forthright person, who never hesitated in his speech or beat around the bush.
"How's that market report coming along?" Steve asked.
"Good," Howard said. "I'm putting the finishing touches on it right now. It'll be on your desk by this afternoon."
Steve nodded, expressing no real interest. He again lapsed into a long silence. Howard got the impression that he was not here to ask about the report, though it was vital to next Monday's meeting. His perplexity turned into sudden foreboding. Steve had come here to deliver some very bad news, he determined, perhaps relating to corporate downsizing. A chill went down Howard's spine. Finally, Steve looked up to meet Howard's eyes for the first time.
"Howard, do you have a wife?" he asked.
Howard's foreboding reversed itself back into perplexity. If he was going to get the axe, this was an unusual way for Steve to go about it. "Uh, yes. You know I have a wife. You've met her before at company functions."
"Oh, yes. Susan. Beautiful woman, Susan. Very, very beautiful. Like Rosie, my wife." He fell silent again, musing for a very long time, and then abruptly asked, "Is she happy?"
"My wife? I suppose she is."
"Happy with you?"
Howard fidgeted. This was a very strange conversation to be having with one's boss. Steve never talked about personal stuff, not even in social settings. He was all business right down the line, which was perhaps a secret to his success. Howard always tried to emulate him.
"I haven't heard any complaints," he said. This was true despite the fact that his wife complained to him all the time. He had become adept at tuning her out. "Why do you ask, Steve?"
"Because my wife is leaving me."
Howard stared at Steve. This was a startling personal admission from him.
Suddenly, unbelievably, Steve began to cry.
"I've been married to Rosie for fifteen years," he balled, "fifteen glorious, happy years. At least I thought they were happy. This morning, out of the blue, my wife told me she wanted a divorce. She said I took her for granted and she was tired of it. I had no idea it was coming. No idea at all."
Steve buried his face in his hands. Great, choking sobs wracked his big body. Howard, not knowing what else to do, reached out and patted him awkwardly on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he said. It was the only thing he could think of to say. He was acutely uncomfortable to have the president of the company, his boss, crying like a baby in his office. "Do you want a tissue?"
The president shook his head and continued sobbing. "I thought I provided her with the best of lives. We had a nice house in Newport Beach, a fleet of cars, a yacht, lots of little luxuries. I've worked hard over the last fifteen years to put bread on the table and build up a nest egg that we could retire on. Yes, I worked hard! And I did it all for her. But no, it was not good enough. She had to have more-much more! She had to have sex."
Howard sucked in his breath. "She's an ungrateful woman."
Steve looked up at him sharply. "Don't criticize my wife!" he snapped.
Howard zippered his mouth. Steve began a fresh wave of tears.
"A cruel, cruel woman she is," he wailed. "I begged her not to leave me. I got down on my knees and begged her. I told her I would do anything to keep her, anything at all. And do you know what she did then? Do you?"
Howard shook his head. His mouth was still zippered.
"She sighed and told me it was too late. She said I spent too much time working and not enough time fucking her. She said that I had become a stranger to her and she had fallen out of love with me. Like I said, a cruel, cruel woman."
Howard said nothing, could say nothing. He was red-faced with embarrassment. Office workers were pausing to stare as they passed his open door. Howard waved them away, irritated at their curiosity. Give the president of the company some respect, his eyes told them. Yet, beyond that, he was at a loss as to how to deal with the situation. Then Steve made a request which really flustered him.
"Hold me, Howard. Hold me."
Howard hesitated. "Uh ...uh ..."
"Please, Howard, hold me. Hold me."
"Uh ... okay."
How could he refuse his boss? Steve could fire him for not providing such a simple human comfort, no matter how awkward it might be to a grown man. He opened his arms and immediately found himself in a crushing bear hug. He gasped for breath as Steve poured out his grief.
"Oh, Howard, what am I going to do? What am I going to do? I love her so much!"
"I don't know," Howard said. He wished he did know so that Steve would let go and leave. "I don't know."
"Ah, it feels so good to be held. I haven't been held like this in a long time. Please rock me now, Howard."
Howard rocked him. He was now too amazed to shoe the gawkers away from his door. The only thing he could think about as he rocked his boss was that he was glad that his own relationship with his wife was rock solid. Susan, he felt confident, would never betray him.
Chapter Seven
It was Friday night and Susan could not be -expected to waste it at home, so she went to a nightclub with Joe on the other side of town. Lucky Lucy's was a swinging establishment that catered to men and women of various age groups. The two of them sat together at a corner table but they were not a couple. Susan had brought Joe along to introduce him to the casual sex scene. Soon they would separate to find their own partners. It was hoped that they would both get laid tonight.
At present, Susan was giving him some motherly advice on women. "Now, Joe, don't just try to jump the bones of the first female who blows you a kiss. Be picky. There are good girls and bad girls. Avoid the good girls like the plague; they are bad for you. The bad girls are the only good ones. They'll give you what you want. Understand?"
Joe nodded his head. He was hanging on her every word, his expression very serious. "Also, don't try to rush a girl into the sack, even a bad girl. Some women like quick and dirty sex, but most do not. It's best to err on the side of caution your first time out. You have to talk to the woman, dance with her, ply her with plenty of booze. You have to pay for the booze and bring it to her yourself, that's customary. Got it?"
"Got it."
Susan smiled. Joe had responded rather well to her proposal of a platonic friendship, she reflected. As it turned out, he was not manically obsessed with her, just manically obsessed with sex, and welcomed her help to find other women for him. He had a conquering attitude. Over the past few weeks, Susan had made him feel rather cocky about his cock, and for good reason. Joe, despite his nerdy looks, was turning out to be a real stud.
"Okay, let's hit the dance floor."
Joe hesitated. "How do I look?"
Susan gave him a critical inspection. Joe was dressed in a snazzy new outfit that she had picked out for him. Gone were the shabby, mismatched lawn mowing clothes and in was a white polyester dance suit. Padding was needed to buff up his shoulders, but the large bulge in the crotch of his tight fitting pants was real, not artificial. Crowning his head was a white-trimmed black fedora with a large orange feather sticking out of the band. Susan had read something somewhere that bright plumage always attracted female birds and thought it might work with humans as well. She felt an artist's pride in her work. The new clothes helped to conceal the fact that Joe was an average guy with average looks.
"You look really handsome."
Joe smiled at her. "Thanks."
Susan took his hand and together they waded out onto the dance floor. A dizzying collection of humanity was pulsing to the disco beat. An equal number of guys and dolls was out there, each with their own style of dress and movement. Some of them danced alone, but most had partners. Susan was immediately jealous of the other women, most of whom were younger and equaled her in looks. It was going to be a battle to attract a mate, she predicted.
To warm up, Susan began dancing with Joe. Being a former cheerleader, she picked up the rhythm of the music rather well. It was a standard disco beat. She was wearing a short black dress that hugged her upper body like a second skin. Her legs, of course, were covered by nothing. They were her best features and she meant to show them off. She swayed seductively on her gorgeous, fleshy pillars. Admiring heads turned her way often. Yet, her partner also received a fair share of the attention.
Joe was turning out to be an embarrassment. He was a newcomer to dancing and it showed. His steps were awkward and ill-timed. It was as if he was listening to totally different music in his head. He was smiling idiotically as he danced, enjoying himself immensely. He was obviously unaware that he looked like a total fool. To top off his idiot routine, he kept stepping of people's toes.
"Sorry," he would constantly say, "sorry."
Susan tried to help him with his dancing as best she could. "Feel the music, Joe. You got to feel the music."
"What? I can't hear you!"
"Feel the music!" Susan shouted. "Feel the music!"
"What? What?"
It took several tries but finally Susan made herself heard. "I am feeling the music," Joe said. "It's making me hard." He pointed to the growing bulge in his pants and grinned.
Susan shook her head. Despite her best efforts to change Joe was always going to remain a total geek. It was obviously genetic. She bent down to speak in his ear.
"I think it's time that we find our own partners, don't you?"
Joe looked at her a moment, considering, and then swiftly nodded his head.
"Look, I see a girl dancing alone. Go to her!"
Susan gave him a forceful push towards a petite blonde who had no partner, but he did not need the encouragement. There was none of the expected nervousness in his mannerisms. Snapping his fingers to some Latin beat that was playing only in his head, he began to dance over to the girl, his feet performing steps that had more to do with slapstick comedy than with the music. He seemed both happy and optimistic, as if he expected to score right away. Susan crossed her fingers and watched to see how the initial meeting would go.
Just then, a giant black man came up to her and blotted out all sight of Joe. Susan looked up ... and up ... and up. The fellow was almost seven feet tall and must have weighed a ton. His clothing was fashionable and expensive. Gold rings and chains gleamed brightly on his beautiful ebony skin. His pearly white teeth smiled down at her as he spoke. His voice had a ghetto twang that was soft and pleasing to the ears.
"I knew you were gonna send that little twerp away, baby, I just knew it, so I bided my time and got to you first. My name's Tyrell. What's yours?"
"Susan."
"I just think that you're the sexiest little thing, Susan. You wanna dance with me?"
Susan thought that he was being a little too pushy, but nodded her head anyway. He really was beautiful, and sometimes pushy men were a treat in bed. If he did not work out, she could always dismiss him later on.
Tyrell took both of her hands in his big paws and began dancing with her. Despite his tremendous size, he wasn't the least bit clumsy. He moved gracefully over the dance floor, his skill easily matching Susan's. He towered above all the other dancers and they moved out of his way when he came, afraid of being mowed down. He twirled her around and raised her into the air to do leg splits. Susan laughed, having the time of her life. Tyrell was taking her on a wild roller coaster ride.
"What do you do, Susan?" he asked after a while, his feet still chugging along to the beat.
Susan hesitated. "I'm a housewife." She wished she could give him a more glamorous occupation.
Tyrell read her look. "Ain't nothing to be ashamed of. My momma was a housewife, and a damn good woman."
Tyrell continued to stare at her as they danced. He seemed to be expecting her to say something. Finally, Susan figured out what it was.
"What do you do?" she asked.
Tyrell smiled and thumped his chest importantly. "Why, I'm an athlete, baby. A real sports star!"
Susan found herself interested. Athletes had always fascinated her since high school, one of the reasons why she had ended up with Howard. "Oh? What sport do you play?"
"Football. I'm a-"
Susan waved to him. "Good-bye." She turned around and walked away. There were some sports she wanted to hear nothing more about.
Susan wandered around the periphery of the dance floor, waiting to be claimed. It turned out to be quite a long wait. The most attractive guys seemed already to have been taken. She spotted Joe dancing with the girl she had pushed him to. He was ungraceful on the dance floor, flailing his limbs about helter skelter. The girl did not seem to mind him, however. She was holding her sides and laughing uproariously as she watched him. Another girl, perhaps the blonde's friend, came up and began dancing with Joe as well. Despite everything, it looked like he was becoming popular.
Susan shook her head in amazement and continued her search for a dance partner. Suddenly, she saw a likely prospect not far away. He was leaning against a balustrade, casually sipping a Margarita. Her heart stopped beating. He was absolutely perfect in every detail. He was tall, blond, muscular, and his face was so handsome it could make an angel weep in envy. It was amazing to Susan that no other girl had snatched him up. She approached him slowly. He saw her coming and returned her hungering gaze with a smirk.
"I know that look," he said. "It says you want to dance with me."
Susan nodded. At that moment, she could not trust herself to speak.
"Oh, very well. I suppose I have nothing better to do at the moment."
With languid grace, the man set down his drink and took her hands. Then he surprised her with a sudden burst of energy. Like a pair of gazelles, they leapt onto the dance floor and got down to it. A boogey-woogey beat was blaring from the speakers. Susan was surprised at his skill, which was so much better than Tyrell's, or even hers. He whirled, he pirouetted, he did aerial gymnastics that she thought only birds and fighter jets could do. He was incredibly light on his feet, as if he was used to walking among the clouds. Yet, he did not seem to be showing off, only doing what was natural to him. Susan tried to keep up with him, but failed. Finally, she contented herself with dancing in place and watching his beautiful body spiral around her.
Luckily, the next song was a slow one, which presented her with the opportunity she wanted. As the lights dimmed, Susan grabbed a hold of his waist and pressed her body tightly to his.
"Are you a professional dancer?" she asked.
He nodded.
"What kind of dancing do you do?"
"Ballet."
Susan's eyes ignited with interest. "Ballet? Really? Wow! I've never met a ballet dancer before. You're really good."
He shrugged. "I didn't show you even half of what I can do."
Susan had sensed that. As she hugged him, she could feel the raw energy that his lithe body possessed. Suddenly, she wanted him to unleash that raw energy in fucking her. She kissed his cheek and brought her mouth close to his ear.
"Why don't we go to some dark corner and see what happens?" she whispered, breathless with desire.
He looked down at her with a bemused expression. "I could do that, but my companion might be surprised at me-even angry."
Susan was distraught. "You came here with a girlfriend?"
He laughed. "Sort of."
It was even worse than that. Suddenly, she felt her body shunted aside. A chubby, dark-haired man took her spot and stared at her partner in mock outrage, hands on his hips. "Burt! I leave you alone for one second and what do I find you doing? Dancing with some trollop! Are you going straight on me, loverboy?"
"No, Adam, not at all. We were just having a friendly dance."
"Uh, huh. Well, come along. We're leaving for another club. I obviously can't trust you in this place!"
Burt gave Susan an apologetic shrug as Adam took his hand and dragged him away. Susan watched them go, amazed and disappointed. Suddenly, to add insult to injury, or perhaps the other way around, she felt her foot stepped on. "Ow!" she cried.
"Sorry," Joe mumbled, "sorry."
He swept past her. Incredibly, she saw that he was at the head of a congo line of beautiful females. Eight girls followed him, all imitating his erratic, comical dance steps, so completely out of tune to the ballad now playing. Laughing and shouting gaily, they were all having the time of their lives. Susan realized that it was probably not so much Joe's personality that they followed as the bulge in his pants, which had reached gargantuan proportions. The girls seemed to be the ones doing the steering. They pointed Joe towards the shadows off the dance floor.
Susan felt very lonely. She tried to join the congo line, but the last girl shoved her away. "Eight is enough!" she snarled. So Susan hung back and followed the line at a distance. She was curious to see what would happen. The troop entered the shadows of the restaurant section of the nightclub, now closed for business. There, the women pushed Joe to the floor and fell on top of him, tearing off his clothes. They were like a pack of wild animals. When Joe's cock was revealed, they all gasped.
"It's so big!" one female breathed. "I knew it was big, but not that big!"
"It's absolutely huge! I get it."
"No way!" the petite blonde said. "It's mine! I danced with him first!"
As one group of girls fought for ownership of Joe's cock, the others argued over his remaining parts. Two girls without panties competed for the right to sit on Joe's face. They had a veritable shoving match. Another trio tried to divide up his feet equally among them.
"I have this foot. You'll have to take the other one."
"Get away! I already have this foot. You'll have to share with her."
The scene was so unreal, it was comical. Yet, Susan was too astonished to smile. One of the women spotted her as she hovered around the periphery.
"Who's she?" she asked the girl beside her.
"I don't know, but she looks like a cunt."
"Hey, you, get out of here!" another woman shouted at Susan, waving her away indignantly.
Susan had no wish to join that riot of flesh. It was too competitive for her taste. She only wanted to watch, half out of curiosity, half out of a proprietary interest in Joe, but it appeared she was not welcome to do even that. Reluctantly, she turned around and walked away, heading back for the dance floor. Watching that mob of women devouring Joe had not calmed her arousal. If anything, the itch in her cunt had grown even more intense. She desperately needed to find a man to scratch it.
On her way past a dark alcove, she heard a soft moan. She stopped and squinted into the shadows. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she recognized Tyrell with a half-dressed Oriental girl. He was thumbing her small tits, making the nipples hard. It was the girl who had moaned. She seemed to be enjoying Tyrell's attentions, so much so that her pussy, visible beneath her miniskirt, was staining the leather sofa she lay back on with a steady secretion of juice. Her eyes were closed as she fingered her own snatch. She didn't see Susan, but Tyrell noticed her. His white teeth lit up the darkness as he smiled at her.
"Hey, baby, how's it going?"
Susan shrugged. "Okay, I guess."
Tyrell didn't seem angry with her for dismissing him earlier. If anything, he seemed delighted to see her. He read the look on her face correctly, because he said the right thing, "Wanna join us?"
Susan's loins lurched, hungering, yet she hesitated. She looked at the Oriental girl, who was staring back at her with her pretty, almond-shaped eyes. "I wouldn't want to intrude on your party."
"It's okay," the Asian girl said. "We can make it a threesome."
Tyrell didn't hesitate to encourage her. He grabbed her by the waist and gently sat her down between them on the sofa. She did not protest.
"I knew you were one horny cunt when I first spotted you. I just knew it."
Without asking for permission, the Oriental girl's hands slid up Susan's thighs and yanked her panties down to around her knees. She inserted a finger into her cunthole.
"Oh!" Susan cried.
The girl was real eager. Only eighteen or nineteen, she obviously hungered for anything sexual. Though she lacked the expert style of a veteran like Maria, she knew where Susan's clit was and fingered it with enthusiasm, tormenting her with pleasure. Susan watered and squirmed in response to the delicate massage.
Tyrell, meanwhile, had removed her dress. He pushed her back against the sofa and devoured her tits. He gave her hard nipples big, wet licks. His tongue was warm and soft on her skin, stimulating her nerve cells. The lust in Susan soared to impossible heights. Having two of her most sensitive zones attacked induced sensory overload.
"Ohhhh," Susan moaned. "Ohhhhhhh."
Tyrell's mouth went from one tit to the other, feasting, saturating them with saliva. Then it wandered up her neck and sought her lips. He smothered her with an oral embrace. His large tongue darted in and tried to capture and swallow her smaller one.
"Mmmmmmm," they murmured in unison.
The Asian girl continued to massage her pussy, generating electricity. Her finger was like a miniature cock in there, stabbing directly towards Susan's pleasure center. Though she did it slow, Susan could feel her pre-orgasmic ache building.
"Eat me," Susan begged. "Eat me."
The girl must have had the same notion, because she did not hesitate. She removed her finger from Susan's hot snatch and replaced it with her tongue. The change sent a thrill coursing though Susan's nervous system. That soft tongue darted in to wiggle her clit and slurp her juices.
"Ohhhhh," Susan moaned, and thrust her hips toward that greedy mouth.
Susan's hands were not idle. She had never made love to a black man before and was eager to investigate the rumors of their size. As he kissed and licked her face, her hands went down to his pants and struggled with buckle and zipper. Yet, when she finally freed his cock from his pants, she was disappointed. She held a tiny limp noodle in her hands, not an elephant trunk.
Tyrell broke away from her lips to look at her. He could see her disappointment and was amused. "I bet you thought it was ten feet tall, huh?"
Susan could not respond. She did not want to admit that she had fallen victim to that stereotype.
Tyrell smiled at her. Her thoughts were visible to him. "It's inflatable, you know."
Susan got the hint and went to work. Her mouth took in his entire limp length. She pulled and sucked with ferocity. Her teeth and tongue massaged his sensitive underside, tickling him, making him shudder and squirm. Susan was great at sucking cocks. Soon, she felt that warm member begin to swell in her mouth. That inspired her to double her efforts.
"Oh, baby, you're doing it now!" Tyrell cried. "Go on, suck that cock to life!"
Susan continued to suck and the cock continued to grow, inflated by a steady infusion of blood. Tyrell's dick was now so hot it started to boil her saliva. Soon, it filled her entire oral cavity and Susan was impressed. The tape measure of her tongue estimated it to be seven inches in length. Not huge, but respectable. She grabbed it by the trunk and began to pump it in earnest.
"Oh, baby! That's the way to do it. Ohhhhhhh!"
"Mmmm," Susan murmured. Sucking a cock and having her pussy eaten were two of life's greatest pleasures.
The Oriental girl was really licking her clean. What the young woman lacked in experience, she more than made up for in virginal energy. Her mouth siphoned off Susan's juices, stimulating even more production. What she couldn't swallow, dribbled down her chin. Susan knew she was ready to cum, but with an extreme effort of will she forestalled it. She wanted the carnal bliss to last forever.
Tyrell, on the other hand, could not hold off his orgasm any longer, nor did he want to.
"I'm cumming, baby," he groaned. "Get ready for me, because I'm cumming. I'm gonna squirt liquid love in your mouth. Ah ...ah ...ah ...ahhh!"
Tyrell's discharge exploded into Susan's mouth. If she hadn't received early warning she might have drowned. There was simply so much of the stuff. She swallowed as much of the hot cum as she could, savoring its salty sweetness. The excess oozed out of the corners of her mouth, and there was a lot of excess. Tyrell continued to pump more "liquid love" into her oral twat. He was holding her head in both hands now and thrusting upwards from his seated position. His face was a study in pure ecstasy, though, if you didn't know any better, you would have thought by his expression that he was in terrible pain. He rode his sexual culmination until the throbbing subsided and finally stopped. Susan, who had been holding her breath during the entire episode, swallowed the last of his sticky emission and gasped for air as he withdrew his semi-limp dick from her mouth. Tyrell laid back in utter exhaustion.
"Oh, baby!" he breathed, shaking his head in disbelief at the experience he had just gone through. "Oh, baby!"
Susan could tell he was going to be out of it for a while. She now turned her full attention to her female partner, who had changed tactics.
The Oriental girl had stopped licking her pussy and was now turning her over onto her back. Susan's head came to rest in Tyrell's lap, covering his tired member with her long auburn hair. The Asian completely removed Susan's panties and slid out of her own miniskirt. Except for the high heels both females wore they were now completely naked. Susan admired the young woman's small tits and delicate curves. The girl lowered those curves onto Susan's body. Warm, sweaty flesh pressed together. Their inflamed pussies made contact and Susan shuddered. She was still very sensitive down there from being licked.
They kissed. The younger woman's tongue snaked its way into Susan's mouth. Her own tongue did not try to elude it. They tasted each other. The two organs performed a wet, sensuous dance. Their slippery contact ignited sexual fireworks that rocked both of them. Susan felt a wave of heat burst forth from her cunt and spread throughout her entire body. She thrust her pelvis up towards her partner's, begging her to resume what she had started.
The girl heard that silent plea. She broke away from the kiss and held her torso up by her arms. She ground her pussy against Susan's, thrusting into her as if she had a penis.
"Oh!" Susan cried.
"Yeah, Kristy, that's the way to do it!" Tyrell shouted.
So the young woman's name was Kristy, Susan thought.
Kristy continued to thrust into her. Her small tits jiggled delightfully over Susan's slightly larger ones. Susan cupped the soft, quivering mounds with her hands as she enjoyed the ride that the Asian girl gave her. At this point, though her eyes remained open, she could see nothing beyond her own pleasure. She had been close to orgasm when Kristy had stopped eating her pussy. Already sensitized, she once again found herself on the brink. Kristy was merciless when it came to rubbing her hot, dripping snatch against her own. Susan's breathing became faster and more strained.
"Do it to her, baby!" Tyrell yelled. "She's close. Don't stop now. Do it to her hard!"
Susan could feel his cock stiffening beneath her head. Apparently, watching the love play of two ladies stimulated him, reawakening his interest. He pinched Susan's hard, swollen nipples as he shouted more encouragement.
"Fuck that cunt, Kristy! Fuck her good! Send that cocksucking bitch to heaven!"
Those words, spoken at just the right moment, had their intended effect on Susan. The last of her barriers was swept aside. She could not hold off her orgasm any longer. Her back arched and stiffened as the explosion burst forth from her clit. Wild surges of electricity shot through her system and fried her nerve endings. Her eyes and mouth went wide as if in shocked pain. Ecstasy paralyzed her body, numbed all awareness of the outside world. For a moment, she could not speak, could not even breathe, and then a piercing scream tore loose from her throat.
"Aaaaaaaaaa-!"
Tyrell, alarmed, clamped his hand over Susan's mouth, muffling her. A scream like that could be heard around the world. He did not want to be kicked out of the club by the bouncers. Susan bucked and thrashed under his hand and Kristy's body. She no longer had any control over herself. Tyrell and the other woman kept her pinned down for her own good. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the storm abated and Susan calmed down. She lay back in utter exhaustion. Tyrell cautiously removed his hand from her mouth. Susan did not scream. Instead, she let out a long, winded sigh.
"Oh, man!" she breathed. "Oh, man!"
Kristy kissed her. "Did you like that, honey?"
Susan did not hear her and so did not answer her. "Oh, man!" she repeated, shaking her head from side to side. "Oh, man!"
"She's out of it, baby. You sent her to Never Never Land. Come on, lets you and me get it on. Watching you two made my dick hard again."
Susan was so amazed at the fuck she had received that she did not feel Tyrell climbing out from underneath her. She did not see him take off his pants and mount Kristy from behind. She did not hear Kristy's sharp cry of joy as that beautiful ebony shaft invaded her pussy and her spiritual being. She did not feel Kristy kissing her lips and face as she finally received her own long-awaited orgasm minutes later. Susan's mind hovered above them all in heaven. Her world was separate from theirs.
After recovering, Susan bid the couple goodbye and went out to her car to wait for Joe. It was a long wait. Resting with her eyes closed, she mentally counted down how long it would take each of eight women to mount and fuck Joe's twelve-inch cock. It was longer than even she could imagine. Hours later, near closing time, he came shuffling out the side exit, his face haggard, his hands holding his crotch as if to protect it from further use. He opened the passenger side door and collapsed into his seat with a grimace and finally a deep sigh.
"I'm never having sex again in my life," he said.
Susan smiled. She knew that that wasn't true. She could tell that he had enjoyed it-up to a point.
Joe suddenly noticed something. "What's that?"
"What's what?"
Joe pointed. "That there."
Susan followed his finger and finally saw it. A piece of paper was stuck between her windshield wiper and the glass. Its printed side faced inward and on it were pictures of naked and half-naked men and women. It had been there forever, but she had not noticed it. She opened her door and retrieved it, looked it over.
"What is it?" Joe demanded.
"It's a flier for a new sex club that's opening up next month. Planet Erotica, it's called. 'No Dress Code,' it states."
Joe grinned. "We'll have to go down there."
Susan looked at him sharply. "What happened to your vow to lay off sex?"
"Well, as long as I do it with only one woman at a time, it should be all right."
Susan matched his smile. She was just as eager to explore new sexual terrain. "Okay, then. Let's call it a date."
Chapter Eight
"I'm home, honey!" Howard shouted as he came through the door late that night. He was in a state of great excitement. "I've got great news, darling! You'll never guess what happened to me at work today. Are you ready? That loser Steve Johnson finally broke down and quit. Seems his wife left him for more fertile pastures. You're now looking at the new president of Pinnacle Sporting Goods!"
He stopped and frowned. His wife was not there to look at and admire him. She had not come running to hear his news as he had expected. He began searching the rooms of his house for her, calling.
"Honey, where are you? Honey? Did you hear what I said? I've been promoted to fill Steve Johnson's spot by the board of trustees. It happened just this afternoon. Sorry I'm late, but there were all these emergency meetings to go to and such. Are you there in the bathroom, honey?
Our income is almost doubled now! I'm going to buy a yacht-Steve's yacht! Of course, like Steve, I'll have no time to sail it, but ... Are you there in the closet, honey? Honey, where are you?"
He searched every room and every walk-in closet of the house for her. His excitement at being promoted was such that he had a rare hard-on. He wanted to fuck his wife to celebrate-fuck her real good, just like in the old days. But he could not find her anywhere. Then, belatedly, he remembered that he had not seen her car in the driveway. She was obviously not at home. What is wrong with that woman? he thought somewhat irritably. She should be home at a time like this, not out skinny-dipping in the ocean or dilly-dallying with her friends. His hard-on wasn't going to last forever.
Coming into the living room, he saw that the television set was on and a note was taped to the screen. The note told him to press play on the VCR. Ah, he thought, Susan videotaped herself doing something naughty to please me. This should be interesting.
He did as the note said and pressed play. His wife's beautiful face came on the screen. She was not nude, unfortunately, but she was dressed in a revealing outfit. She sat on the sofa with her purse in her lap and her gorgeous legs curled up underneath her. She spoke to him.
"Howard," she said, "I could not wait until the next time you decided to have sex with me, so I went down to a nightclub tonight to find a man to screw."
Howard received this news like any fellow who was hit over the head with a two-by-four. His jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out. His expression became dumb with shock.
"I will not be coming home," Susan continued, "not tonight, not tomorrow, nor any day in the foreseeable future. I've packed all my clothes and personal items and taken them with me. I've taken half the money out of our savings account as well. I'm staying at a hotel for now, but eventually I intend to move into my own apartment. I'm leaving you for good, Howard."
Howard covered his ears and began to moan, a pitiful, despairing moan. He could not believe what he was hearing. Susan could not be leaving him on the best day of his life. No, she just couldn't be. It was all a bad dream. It had to be.
"I would have liked to have told you this in person, Howard, but I knew you would not have given me your full attention. You listen to the television more than you listen to me, so that's why I made this tape. But we do need to get together and discuss the details of our divorce. I'll call you tomorrow and arrange an appropriate meeting place. Good-bye for now."
On screen, Howard saw Susan's hand reach for the camera. Her image was abruptly replaced with video static. The moan bubbling up from his throat now became a heart-rending wail. He covered his face as tears sprang from his eyes and coursed down his cheeks. His wife wanted a divorce and he had never even seen it coming. Oh, life is so cruel! He desperately wished he had Steve here to hold him and rock him back and forth.
Chapter Nine
Susan walked into the restaurant looking like a million dollars. She wore a short, body-hugging blue dress that barely reached down far enough to cover her crotch. Her long, shapely legs, comprising over half her height, were fully revealed. There was a saucy step in her stride that immediately attracted the eyes of male diners and made their wives or girlfriends jealous. Howard groaned inwardly as that fine package walked confidently over to his booth and sat down opposite him. He knew he was in danger of losing Susan and her awe-inspiring body forever.
Susan stared at him with eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses and said nothing. Howard studied her face intently, as if seeing it for the first time. He got the impression that he did not really know this woman, even though he had been married to her for thirteen years. Her mind was a complete mystery to him.
"You look nice, Susan."
Susan nodded, accepting the compliment as a statement of fact. She knew she looked absolutely gorgeous.
"Would you ...would you like to order now?"
"You can order something if you want to, Howard, but I came here to talk, not eat."
Though Howard loved food, he found that he did not have much of an appetite right now. When the waiter came around, he ordered two drinks, a beer for himself and a cherry coke for Susan. As he sipped his beer, he let his eyes roam around the restaurant. He recognized the place, of course, and marveled that it had changed very little in fourteen years.
"I remember the last time we came here," he said.
Susan nodded. "This is where you proposed to me."
"Yes."
The restaurant was an elegant and high-priced dining establishment, where food was served by waiters, not waitresses. Situated high in the hills of Orange County, it had a glorious view of the city down below. The sun had just dipped below the horizon and street lights were coming on as the sky turned deep purple. It was a beautiful and romantic sight, yet it was also a troubling one for Howard. He knew his wife had chosen this place for a purpose.
"Why here?" he asked. "Why did you want to meet here of all places?"
"I thought it would be a fitting place to end what we began."
Howard took Susan's hands. "What went wrong between us? Is it just sex you want?"
He expected Susan to withdraw her hands from his, but she did not. "No, Howard, it's more than that. I want to be heard when I speak. I want to be seen when I'm there. I want you to know that I exist."
"I'm sorry if I've taken you for granted. Its work, you know. I've been so focused on climbing up the corporate ladder. I promise I will pay more attention to you from now on. I'll call you from the office more often. I'll stop watching television so much when I'm home. We'll go out to eat every night-you'll never have to slave over a hot stove again. We'll have more time to talk, much, much more time."
Now Susan took her hands away. She looked down at them and sighed. "It's too late for all of that. I've been ignored for too many years. I've fallen out of love with you, Howard. It's just that simple. I don't think I'm even attracted to you anymore. The man I married is not the man you are today. You don't even look the same."
Howard was shamefully aware of his distended gut. "I can change," he said lamely.
"I came here to talk about our divorce, not about continuing our relationship."
"Is our marriage so broken now that it cannot be repaired?"
"Yes."
Howard felt that word like a knife in his heart. He had a sudden urge to throw aside his pride and get down on his knees and beg her to stay with him, just like he had begged her to marry him, but he knew the situation was vastly different and he restrained himself. Instead, he swallowed the tears he felt welling up inside him and forced himself to be strong. He was no dummy. If he was a dummy, he would still be a low-level salesman and not the president of a multi-million dollar corporation. He knew his wife had come here to talk and he would impress her by listening. It was the only thing he knew he could do at the moment.
"Okay, tell me what you want."
Susan laid it out for him. Surprisingly, she did not want much in the way of material possessions. She would keep the money she took from their savings account and her car and leave him the house. She planned to work to earn her living and not seek alimony. The main sticking point was the furnishings. In the mood he was in, Howard would have been glad to give her everything inside the house she wanted except for his sofa and television set, but he felt for the sake of form he had to raise some objections somewhere along the line. The truth was he wanted to keep his wife talking to him. He had forgotten what a sweet voice she had. Her soft pitch tickled his eardrums and sent pleasant chills down his spine as he listened to her.
Howard handled the negotiations like a true businessman, utilizing all the skills he had acquired over the years, but he did not hide the sadness that he felt. Susan must have empathized with him, because her tone became increasingly gentle even as they argued point by point. In the end, though, Howard gave her everything she wanted, because what she wanted was not even half of what she deserved, at least by California's community property standards. But Howard knew he was losing the only thing in the world that he really cared about, and that was Susan. Too late he discovered his attachment to her.
"Well, I guess it's all settled then," he said. "No need to hire expensive lawyers to battle it out."
Susan smiled, satisfied. "I'm glad you reacted to this so well. I was hoping we would part as friends."
Howard shrugged, not returning her smile. He was not happy at all. His heart was broken and it showed.
An awkward silence ensued. Susan twice attempted to say something, perhaps to console him, but could not frame the words properly. Finally, she grabbed her purse and rose to her feet. "Well, I have to be leaving now. I have to get up early in the morning and go hunting for a place to live."
Howard rose with her and took her hands. "You take care of yourself, honey. I wish you all the happiness in the world."
He bent down and kissed her gently on the cheek, a kiss she did not flinch away from.
"You too," she said after a long pause, and suddenly, she seemed like she was going to cry. She turned around and quickly walked away.
Howard watched her leave. He continued to stare after her long after she had disappeared out the door. There goes the most beautiful woman in the world, he thought. How on Earth could I have just sat there and let her get away?
Looking down, he noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor. It had obviously fallen out of Susan's purse during her hasty flight. Curious, he picked it up and unfolded it. His eyes went wide at what he saw. It was a flier advertising the grand opening of a new sex club. The words "Planet Erotica" were printed in big, bold type at the top. Below it were pictures of men and women in various lewd costumes, engaged in various lewd acts. My God, he thought, does Susan need sex that badly?
Abruptly, Howard smiled as an idea entered his brain. His wife always thought him prudish about sex, but he had his fantasies. This flier was a blueprint for how to win his sweetheart back. For the first time all night, he had hope. His wife was insane if she thought he was going to give up on her so easily.
In addition to the name and address of the club, a time and date was also printed on the flier. Was six weeks enough time to whip himself into shape? Was his name not Howard Keller, terror of the PAC 10 for four years before his knee injury?
At heart, Howard was an athlete, a competitor. Six weeks was nothing to a man of his steely determination. He carefully folded up the flier and put it in his shirt pocket for safekeeping.
Chapter Ten
Susan went out that Sunday morning and found a nice place in Laguna Beach to rent. It was a small guest cottage tucked away behind a much larger dwelling. Situated on the slope of a tall hill, it had a magnificent view of the Pacific ocean. A short stroll brought her down to the sun and surf of the sandy beach. For such a location, she expected the rent to be quite high, but once the landlord, who lived in the main house, got a look at her, he immediately slashed his listed price in half. He wanted her as a tenant.
Susan still might not have rented the place if her landlord had not been so attractive. She was looking for an attractive landlord to go with an attractive pad. When she woke up in the middle of the night needing cock, she did not want to have to go too far to get it.
George Wollitz was thirty-two, single, and a successful doctor. That last quality naturally enhanced his sex appeal. He was not handsome in a masculine, stud-like way, however. Rather, he had a delicate, almost feminine, beauty. Slim and of average build, with wavy black hair, his features were soft and youthful. The compassion of his profession was expressed in his eyes and soft mouth. Yet, there was no shyness about him. He had a confident attitude to go along with his good looks. It was obvious that he got plenty of pussy, but Susan was an above average catch for him or any man. He wanted her bad.
Susan, playing the role of a tease, tormented him with hints of carnal pleasures to come. During that first interview, she batted her eyes at him and displayed plenty of leg. Susan always wore outfits that showcased her gorgeous legs, and that day her hemline was way up there. George was obviously aroused, but she did not fuck him that first day. Nor did she fuck him the day after. Instead, she waited until the third day, after she had made a thorough study of his patterns, to begin her conquest. Like a true enchantress, she had her seduction all mapped out in her head. The poor fellow didn't stand a chance of escaping her trap.
The bait for the trap, naturally, was herself. Part of the bargain in receiving a low rent for her one-room house was that she was supposed to fix up the place. It had been neglected for a very long time. George was simply too busy with his private practice to do the work himself. So, on Tuesday, Susan dressed herself up in a pair of farmer's blue jeans, the type that strap over your shoulders to cover your chest, and began to paint the outside walls with a roller brush. She did it slowly, not hurrying, waiting for George to come home. The blue jeans, bought in a man's size, were really too big for her. The shoulder straps were necessary to hold the loose-fitting garment up. Otherwise they'd fall down to reveal that she wore nothing underneath.
Dr. Wollitz came home that afternoon at about the time she expected him. Parking his Corvette in the driveway that both buildings shared, he slammed shut the door and began walking towards the back entrance to his house, whistling happily to himself. Then he caught sight of Susan in her loose, paint-smeared blue coveralls and just about tripped over himself. After a short conference with himself, he sauntered over, ostensibly to admire her work, but really to admire her body.
"Looks great," he said. "You paint very well."
"Thanks. I wish I was a little bit taller, though."
Susan stood on her tiptoes and stretched to reach the top of the wall. Looking at her from the side, George caught sight of one of her nipples and nearly swooned. He wanted to fuck her bad.
"Perhaps you should get a crate to stand on," he suggested. He found his voice shuddering in tune to his fast-beating heart. "I think I have one in the garage."
"Yes, perhaps. Later."
Silence ensued. George could not think of anything else to say and became uncomfortable standing there. It was obvious to him that Susan was completely nude under her coveralls. He tried not to stare at her shapely body, not out of politeness to her, but because he did not want to get an erection. Susan gave him no hints that she was interested in sex. After that first interview, when she had been so flirtatious with him, she had become a cold fish.
"Well, I have to go inside and change," George said finally. "I'll be seeing you."
He turned around to leave.
"Oh, doctor?"
He stopped. "Yes?"
Facing him, Susan put a hand over her heart. "I've been having some problems with my chest. I'm wondering if you could give it a listen."
Susan had noticed that he still wore his white coat and stethoscope. He always came home from the office dressed in his work clothes.
"Sure. What kind of problems?"
"You'll have to listen to it to understand what I mean."
"Okay."
He began to take out his stethoscope. Susan stopped him with a gesture.
"Not here. Inside."
"Oh. Okay."
Susan dropped her brush into a bucket of paint and led George into her cottage. She sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled down the straps and front section of her coveralls, exposing her breasts. Though he had half-expected this, George was startled nonetheless. Susan had such magnificent breasts, better than the ones he usually saw on his patients. His cock slowly stirred to life, hardly a professional reaction. He sucked in his breath and tried to regain control over himself. He put the ends of the stethoscope in his ears and then placed the metallic disk on her Susan's breast. She shivered at its cold kiss.
"Take a deep breath and exhale."
Susan did as he directed. George listened but could hear nothing unusual going on in her chest. He moved the disk to her other breast, which quivered under his trembling fingers. He willed himself to calm down. He had seen thousands of breasts before and should not be so excited by this particular pair.
"Again, please."
Susan took another deep breath and exhaled. "Do you hear it, doctor?"
"Hear what?"
"My heart beating."
"Of course I hear your heart beating. What's wrong with it?"
"Well, it's beating kind of fast, isn't it?"
George listened again and frowned. This was something he had not noticed before, but should have. "Yes, it is beating kind of fast. Faster than would be considered normal. Very odd. Very odd, indeed. How long has it been beating like this?"
"Oh, for about five minutes."
George's eyes widened. "Really? You mean it just started?"
"Yes."
"What were you doing when it began?"
"Looking at you."
Susan gave George a smile that was unmistakably playful. His own heart gave a lurch and began beating irregularly. He returned her smile, at last catching on to the fact that this was a seduction. She had really fooled him. He removed the stethoscope from Susan's breast and replaced it with his hand.
"I'm curious, does this make your heart beat faster?"
"Oh, yes, doctor," she breathed. "Much, much faster."
"Really. What happens if I do this?"
George traced her nipple with the tip of his finger. Her circle of pink flesh swelled to a hard point. Susan shivered, though not because she felt cold. His warm hand and light, ticklish touch stimulated her beyond her body's level of tolerance.
"Ohhhh! I think that my heart shall explode!"
He removed his hand in alarm. Then his face regained its objective composure. "Your symptoms are very pronounced. I'm afraid your case is terminal."
Susan was frightened. "What do you mean, doctor? What do you think I have?"
George considered his answer very carefully. "Hmm, it could be any number of things, actually. It could be arrhythmia, which is a very serious disorder of the heart. It could be that you overextended yourself physically while painting. Not likely, but possible. Or it could be ..."
He left the answer hanging in the air. Susan swallowed the bait.
"It could be what, doctor?"
"Well, based on the evidence, I would say that you are sexually aroused."
Susan's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yes, really. It is a not uncommon condition. It happens to millions of women every day, particularly when they spot rich, handsome young doctors getting out of their Corvettes. Would you like a second opinion?"
"No, doctor, I think I like that condition. Is there a course of treatment?"
"Yes. Two, actually."
"What's the first one?"
"Take a cold shower."
Susan frowned. "I'm not sure I like that treatment. What's the other one?"
"I shall have to demonstrate it for you. First, though, you must remove all of your clothing."
Susan stood up and stepped out of her loose-fitting coveralls. George's eyes inspected her naked body critically. It looked to be in fine shape.
"Now what, doctor?"
"Now I need to take off all of my clothes as well."
It took longer, but the task was accomplished. Susan could see that he was already wearing an erection. His cock was somewhat small, but beautiful nonetheless.
"Now what, doctor?"
"Now comes the most difficult part. Now I need to probe you."
"Probe me?"
"Yes."
"Is that really necessary?"
"I'm afraid it is. Do you want a second opinion?"
"No, doctor. I think that I would like to be probed."
"Good. Lay down on the bed and spread your legs wide for me."
"Should I say 'ah?'"
"Uh, no, just spread your legs."
Susan did just that. George lowered himself on top of her and inserted his "probe" into her vagina. Its passage was eased by her incredible leakage.
"Oh!" Susan cried.
"Ahhhhh," George sighed. He squirmed his "probe" around in her hot, wet hole and was well-satisfied with the fit. "How does my probe feel inside you, Susan? You're not uncomfortable, are you?"
"Oh, no, doctor," she grunted, "Not at all!"
"Good."
George began to move his "probe" in and out of her, setting a steady rhythm. Her breathing fell in step with his measured pelvic movements. Each stroke of his instrument was rewarded with a nice squishy sound from her cunt. Susan was flowing like the Nile river and this really stimulated him. He could feel his penis drowning in her pungent waters.
"You are very wet down there," George observed.
"Yes, doctor, I know."
"Is that normal for you?"
"Only when I'm being probed or expect that I'll soon be probed."
"How often do you get probed?"
"Not as often as I would like. You probe rather well, doctor."
"Thank you. Other patients of mine have told me that."
Susan closed her eyes and moaned. The sensations that she felt were exquisite. Though the doctor's tool was small, he wielded it expertly. He lifted his butt slightly with each thrust, rubbing her clit directly and vigorously with his hard shaft. The friction generated hot, tingling sparks that coursed along her nerve fibers. She clenched her hands behind his back.
"Do you probe other patients often?" she asked. Her pleasure was so intense that she could hardly speak. The words came out in a strained gasp.
"All the time, but seldom ones as beautiful as you."
He bent his head down and traced her lips with the tip of his tongue, tasting her salty sweetness. Susan shuddered, electrified. Heat pervaded her body. Tiny beads of perspiration sprouted from her pores. Her skin was flushed a deep, deep red.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
George continued to lick her lips. Then he dipped his tongue into her mouth. Susan tried to capture it with her own tongue but he eluded her. After the brief incursion, he sucked his tongue back into his mouth and smirked at her. Susan could tell that he liked to torment females.
"Are you enjoying your treatment?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, doctor. How long do you think it will take before I am cured."
"A very long time."
"Oh, yes," she cried. "Ohhhh, yessss!"
Susan sunk her nails into George's ass cheeks and thrust her hips at his cock to encourage deeper and faster penetration. Like a horse whipped into a trot by its rider, he groaned and picked up the pace. Susan enjoyed the feeling of his weight pressing down upon her. His sweaty skin stuck to hers, acting as a conduit for warmth and electricity to pass between their bodies. The soft fur on his chest tickled her hard, sensitive nipples as he rocked back and forth above her, pounding away at her charged midsection. His cock, never faltering in its musical cadence, was burning a delicious hole in her abdomen. Susan could not produce enough juice to quench the fire raging down below. Mercilessly chafed, her clit was numb with pleasure, quaking with suppressed energy. Very soon, it would erupt and spread hot rapture throughout her body.
George noticed Susan's breasts jiggling beneath him and a wonderful idea occurred to him. "When was the last time you had your breasts examined?" he asked.
"I examine them every day, doctor."
"I mean by a trained professional."
"It's been a long time, I'm sorry to say."
"May I?"
"Please do."
Supporting his weight on one elbow, he fondled Susan's tits with his right hand as he fucked her. Breasts were his favorite parts of women. He marveled that Susan could still have such firm breasts at her age. There wasn't a trace of sag anywhere in them. Her nipples were hard peaks of flesh that scratched his palm as his hand roamed over them. Beneath the red tips, her mounds were swollen to almost twice their normal size. George gave one of them a gentle squeeze and was rewarded with a shudder and gasp from Susan. She was incredibly sensitized to his touch.
"Oh, doctor, my breasts are so ticklish! I don't know how much longer I can stand your exam!"
"That's okay, I'm done. You have very healthy breasts, I'm glad to say."
Susan said nothing more, but vented her feelings in a long, strained moan. George could tell that she was on the verge of cumming, and so was he. He tried to think of ways to prolong the blissful torture he felt. Abruptly, his eyes alighted upon ajar of petroleum jelly sitting on the edge of Susan's night stand. He smiled to himself. He did not think it had been left there by accident. Susan had obviously planned this whole thing out from start to finish. The thought of what she wanted him to do to her excited him. Without warning, he removed his dick from her pussy.
"Why did you stop?" she whimpered. "I was enjoying that!" Her hips kept rocking back and forth as if she was still being fucked.
"I'm done probing your vagina. I think that I should probe your anus now."
Susan's eyes sparkled lustily, but she pretended reluctance. "Oh, doctor, must you?"
"Yes, I must."
"Okay, doctor. I trust your opinion."
On her own accord, she turned herself over onto her hands and knees. George could tell that she really wanted to be fucked in the ass. His dick yearned to satisfy her. He dipped his hand into the jar of petroleum jelly and smeared the lubricant around her puckered hole and along the entire length of his hard shaft. Then, holding her by the flanks, he inserted the engorged head of his penis into her quivering opening.
"Ohhhhh!" Susan cried, squirming.
George held her still as he slowly worked his way into her. Her bucking became quite violent and he had to use all of his strength to steady her. Susan's bowel muscles resisted his intrusion, tried to expel his hard member, but the pressure he applied was relentless. She clenched her jaws, suppressing a scream of pain. It had been a long time since her last ass fuck. Of late, Howard did not like doing it and she had forgotten how to take it. Then she remembered to relax her muscles and the pain abruptly lessened. George's cock, really the perfect size for this job, slid all the way inside her. Susan sighed.
"Does my probe feel comfortable inside your ass?"
"Yes, doctor," she grunted, "very comfortable."
"Good. I am now going to fuck you with it."
"Oh, I love it when you talk so clinical!"
With the resistance gone, he now began to pump her in earnest. Greased, his hard cock slid in and out of her tight hole easily, spearing sweet warmth into her bowels. Susan remembered how much she liked being fucked in the ass. It was not so much the physical sensations it produced as the thought of engaging in a forbidden pleasure that stimulated her. Sodomy was one of the original sins, and despite the fact the it was not so-called "natural," it was highly erotic, something to try on a rainy day when the same old grind became a bit of a bore. It was not raining now, but that was beside the point. Susan enjoyed George's dick in her ass. The reverberations of his deep plunges rippled through her flesh to tickle her clit, already highly charged with tingling electricity. She encouraged her pre-orgasmic ache by fingering the erect button with one hand.
George closed his eyes and concentrated on his rhythm. Susan's tight hole chafed his sensitive cock far better than her pussy, giving him maximum stimulation. His excitement at fucking Susan in the ass was quickly propelling him to a climax. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold it off, but it was impossible. He cried out a warning to her.
"I'm cumming! Oh, Jesus, I'm cumming!"
"Cum in my ass!" Susan cried. "Cum in my ass!"
"Okay. Here I c-c-c-c-cuuummmmm!" Susan felt George's hot fluid explode into her rectum. This emission stimulated her own violent climax. She screamed, screamed so loud that her partner's cry was completely drowned out. Electricity inundated her system, frying her nerve endings. Caught in a storm of sensations, she bucked and thrashed as George continued to drive his cock deep into her ass, riding his own orgasm to the fullest. Her bowel muscles contracted around the invading organ, this time not expel it but to retain it, to hold it in her ass. George grunted as she squeezed his semen right out of him, crushing him dry. The warmth of his spillage soothed and thrilled Susan as it filled and spread outward from her belly.
Susan humped his cock with her ass. Her mind no longer had control over her body. All of her movements were now controlled by the tiny, quivering organ at the entrance to her cunt. It was going wild, making her body go wild. The sweet pain of orgasm was both unendurable and irresistible to Susan. Overloaded, her body tried to recoil from that intense, blistering pleasure, while at the same time seeking more of it.
Susan's violent movements alarmed George. He grabbed the back of her neck and held her down. His dick was so tightly embedded in her ass that he was afraid it would be torn off at the base. Yet it felt so damn good in there he did not want to remove it. He continued pumping her, utilizing short, jerking motions, though he no longer had any cum to give. Susan's impaled body squirmed on the end of his shaft, her shudders causing her tits, thighs, and other soft parts to jiggle sexily. Suddenly, her spasmodic movements reached a frenzied tempo. Her eyes went wide and she screamed louder than ever.
Then her movements came to a shuddering end.
Exhaling, she collapsed forward onto her stomach, breathing heavily. George followed her down, his dick still firmly entrenched in her ass. Her bowels were more relaxed now, no longer exerting their crushing grip, yet he was reluctant to remove his organ from its new, wonderful sheath. As she lay there, he stabbed into her a few more times and then stopped, letting his dick grow limp inside her. Her warm, sweaty body felt good beneath him.
"I pronounce you cured," he said.
It took Susan a while longer to collect her breath. She humped just as vigorously as any man, and came ten times as hard. "So, doctor," she asked between pants, "how much are you going to charge me for this visit?"
"I think you've already paid me for it quite well, thank you."
Susan laughed.
Chapter Eleven
Three attractive young females-a blonde, a brunette, and a buxom redhead-stood near a water cooler sipping from dixie cups while they speculated upon a man from a distance.
"Who do you think he is?" Amber, the redhead, asked with wide-eyed curiosity.
"I don't know, but he's turning out to be a real hunk," said Candy. She was the brunette. Though her tits were small, the rest of her petite form had appetizing curves. "I've never seen anyone work out so hard. He's real determined to be buff."
Lisa, the blonde, was the tallest of the three. Her most striking feature were her long legs. "Hard to believe that just four weeks ago he was all flab," she said. "When I first saw him, I didn't think he'd last two minutes down here. He was huffing and puffing after doing just one bench press."
"Down here" was the basement of Pinnacle Sporting Goods. Once a dingy storage room for moldering boxes of records, it now housed a brand new exercise gym. The three girls had been coming down here since the day it opened, though the exercise they oftentimes sought was not what the gym had been originally designed for.
"Ladies, ladies, why aren't you upstairs working your pretty little fannies off? Don't you have phones to answer and records to file?"
The new voice belonged to Hector, the twenty-year-old gym attendant. Lisa and Candy groaned in unison at his arrival. He had been trying to fuck them ever since he had first laid eyes upon their sexy physiques four weeks ago. His attempts were becoming more and more intolerable.
"We finished our work an hour ago," Lisa said. "We're temporaries. Friday is always half-day for us."
"Ah. So you came down here looking for men. Happily, I'm available, and I have keys to all the rooms."
Smiling, he jangled his key chain at them. Lisa and Candy rolled their eyes. Hector was buff and good-looking but indecently vain, prone to bragging about his exaggerated sexual exploits. To Lisa and Candy he was just a cocky whelp. His personality repelled them, proof that looks weren't the only thing that women were searching for in men.
"If you're so desperate for sex, why don't you return to your job at the nursing home?" Lisa said. "You always scored there."
Hector frowned. He had told them once about the geriatric nooky he received in his previous place of employment. Now he regretted having opened his big, fat mouth. Lisa, cruel cunt that she was, chided him about it all the time.
Amber was the only one among the trio who actually liked the young man. Clad in revealing gym clothes like her co-workers, she primped her hair and big tits as she stared at him with interest. She and Hector had much in common, namely a lack of mental capacity. All the tissue that would normally have gone to construct her brain had instead been diverted to her tits, which were truly enormous. They stretched the fabric of her half-top near to ripping.
"Hector, who is that man over there?" she asked. Her voice, faintly southern, was as sweet as Georgian honey. "Does he work in the building?"
He glanced to where she pointed and returned her shy smile with a broad, knowledgeable grin. "Of course he works in the building. He wouldn't be allowed to use the equipment if he didn't."
Lisa snorted, annoyed. Hector was a real smart ass. He always played this game of not answering your questions straight away. It was just one of many things which made him so maddening.
"Do you know his name?" she asked. "Do you know his title?"
"Of course I know his name and title. He was the one who hired me for this job."
Amber grabbed Candy's arm, suddenly excited. "An executive!" she exclaimed. "I knew it! I think executives are so sexy!"
"Calm down, Amber!" Candy said. "Don't cream your panties just yet. Let's first find out exactly who he is."
Lisa looked at Hector steadily and spoke slowly, challenging him to be forthright. "Are you going to give us his name and title?"
Hector's smile widened. He clearly relished his secret. "That depends on what you give me in return."
"I can give you my body," Amber managed to say before Candy clamped a hand over her mouth.
Much as she loathed Hector, Lisa decided to handle this situation diplomatically. After weeks of speculation, she was desperate for the information. She sidled up to Hector, running a hand up and down his spine, and spoke directly into his ear.
"Hector, why do you insist on being a bad boy with us? Me and Candy don't like bad boys. So why don't you be a good boy and tell us his name and title? It might, just might, improve your sex life."
Lisa's soft voice tickled his ear and sent chills down his spine. His cock swelled noticeably, and Candy had to move her hand up to Amber's eyes lest she see it and become excited.
"Howard Keller," Hector breathed.
"Holy shit!" Candy gasped. "The president!"
"Hurray!" Amber cried, jumping up and down, breasts bouncing. "I voted for him!"
Lisa gave Amber a look. "Don't be stupid, girl! Not that president. The president of the company."
"Oh."
Candy sighed, suddenly dejected. "He's obviously too hoity-toity for us working grunts."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Lisa said, admiring her stunning reflection in one of the innumerable mirrors that lined the walls of the gym.
Amber began wandering off, mouth salivating.
"Amber, honey, where are you going?" Candy asked.
"I'm tired of being a temporary worker. I'm going to ask the president to give me a promotion. I'm going to ask him very nicely."
Candy looked at Lisa. Lisa shrugged. "For once she might have a idea. Come on, let's go. All three of us can work on him and improve our chances."
Lisa and Candy followed Amber towards the company president, primping their hair and strutting their stuff.
It was gorgeous stuff.
Hector watched them leave, forgotten and disappointed. He had a huge hard-on in his shorts and nowhere to put it.
* * *
Being company president had its advantages, Howard reflected as he worked out. When he had returned to the office that Monday morning following the break-up with his wife, he had immediately ordered the construction of this gym. It had been accomplished within days. Ostensibly, its purpose was to increase the health and well-being of his workers, thereby lowering the company's health insurance premiums. That was how he sold it to the Board of Trustees, anyway. In reality, the motivation behind the gym's existence was entirely selfish. His wife had left him for being fat and lazy, for not having enough energy to pay attention to her needs. Though others were welcome to use it, he considered this exercise gym his own training ground. He was intent on winning his wife back through a strenuous regimen of physical self-improvement.
Sitting on the bench of the exercise machine, Howard gritted his teeth and strained with all his might to pull the bar down to his chest one last time. Through strict dieting and exercise, he had already lost most of his flab. Now he was working on bulking up his muscles. To increase muscle mass in the short time he had, Howard knew that he had to work himself to near total exhaustion. Only when you worked each muscle to the breaking point would it grow stronger and bigger. Every workday Howard went home rubbery-limbed but well-pleased with himself. He was making fast progress towards regaining his youthful body, and perhaps even improving upon it.
So focused was he on his workout routine that he paid no attention to the regular goings on inside the gym. Consequently, he didn't see the three women approaching until they stopped and stood right there in front of him. He was so surprised at their sudden appearance that he let go of the bar, cringing from the sound the crashing weights made. One of the girls thrust her pair of enormous tits right into his face as she came up to him. The dark circles of her nipples could be easily made out beneath the thin, sweat-dampened fabric of her white T-shirt, cut short to reveal her midriff.
"Do you like us?" the owner of the huge tits, a redhead asked.
Howard gulped. He wasn't quite sure whether she referred to her tits or to her and her two friends. "Uh, yeah, sure, I guess," he said. "Who do I have the pleasure of liking so much?"
He couldn't take his eyes off of her mammoth mammaries. Not just because they were beautiful, but because they were everywhere. They took up his entire field of vision.
"My name's Amber, and this is Lisa and Candy."
He nodded at the other two. "Hello."
"Hello," Lisa and Candy returned. The way they stared at him made Howard blush. He could not remember the last time two women- correction, three-stared at him in that way. He was unsure of its significance.
Silence ensued and Howard became uncomfortable. He was sweating and breathing heavily from his exercise routine. He wondered why the three young females had come over to see him. Being company president now, he was often approached with ideas or requests for favors. He guessed it was something along those lines. Despite the way they looked at him, he had no idea they were interested in sex.
"May I help you?" he finally asked them.
"Rumor has it that you're the new president of Pinnacle Sporting Goods," the tall, blonde woman known as Lisa said.
"I cannot deny what is true."
"We just came over to tell you that we think you're doing a wonderful job."
"Thank you."
"Yes. We really like this exercise gym you built," Candy contributed. "You may have noticed that we work out here nearly every day."
Howard, being rather self-absorbed of late, had not noticed that, but said nothing. He felt that these women were leading up to something and waited.
"I'm glad you look more like Han Solo now than Jabba the Hut," the red-haired girl said. "You were fat and disgusting before."
"Uh ... thank you."
"Can I touch you?" she asked quite suddenly. "I've never touched a president before."
Howard found himself nodding.
Amber's hands touched his face and wandered down to his chest. Howard shivered as her fingers glided lightly across his skin, tickling him. He wore gray sweat pants and nothing else. Her fingers explored his bulging pectorals and biceps, squeezed them. Howard was proud of how hard they had become. His flab was gone. She removed her hands but not her eyes from his body.
"You have big muscles," she concluded. "Is your cock big as well?"
The other two women gasped at her boldness. "Amber!" Lisa chided. But there was admiration in her and Candy's eyes as well.
Howard abruptly realized that he was being seduced. His heart started beating wildly in his chest. To cover up his sudden nervousness, he gave the red-haired girl a smart answer. "Well, you'll just have to find that out for yourself, won't you, darling?"
It had not been meant as an invitation, but it was taken as such. Immediately, he felt her hands in his pants, groping his meaty organ. What she found apparently disappointed her, however. A frown settled on her pretty, youthful face.
"Why isn't it hard? All the other cocks I've held were hard."
"Give it a moment," Howard said through gritted teeth. "It'll get that way."
And indeed it did. Under Amber's gentle stroking, his cock slowly rose up and up and up, until its head popped above the waist band of his sweats.
"Looks like a seven-incher to me," Candy said.
"No, eight inches," Lisa argued.
"Eight and a half," Howard corrected them both.
Lisa, who was the natural leader of the pack, now took charge of the situation. She knelt down beside Howard and took his big right hand in hers. Her left hand stroked his hairy thigh, causing the flesh there to turn into goose bumps.
"Mr. President, we would like to have a talk with you. A private talk."
Howard could not rein in his galloping heart. "About what?"
"Oh, about things," said Lisa, coyly. "Would you like to step into our office?"
"Okay. Lead me to it."
Amber tightened her grip around his cock and, with a helpful push from Lisa, hoisted him to his feet. Howard found himself being led towards the women's locker room. There were at least twenty other men and women working out in the gym and they all noticed his kidnapping. Oh, boy, Howard thought, I sure hope the Board doesn't hear about this.
Luckily, the women's locker room-which, like the men's one, had just been completed last week-was deserted. Deserted, that is, except for Howard and a gaggle of horny young women. Lisa and Candy made sure it stayed empty by barricading the door with trash cans, mop handles, and whatever else they could find. Amber held onto his cock to keep him from running away. When the other two girls returned, she let go of it and pulled his sweat pants down and off. Since he wore no shoes and socks and underwear when he worked out, he was now completely naked. All three young women stood back and stared at his cock with admiration.
"Beautiful!" Lisa exclaimed.
"Fantastic!" Candy amended.
"I'm sure glad it's not crooked!" was Amber's only compliment. Her sparkling blue eyes, however, expressed a powerful hunger that belied her rather lusterless words.
Howard beamed. He was rather proud of his large tool, which had always pleased his wife when he used it on her. Yet, he had never fucked three girls at the same time before. Two once, many years ago, but never three. Was his new body up to the task of some marathon fucking?
Lisa, Candy, and Amber must have been wondering what he was wondering, for they all lunged at the same time to be the first one to his cock, as if it was the last concert ticket left on earth. Amber, being the youngest and quickest and closest, beat out the others quite easily. Hastily, she wrapped her lips around the hard shaft and clamped down hard, as if afraid Lisa and Candy might try to pry her away from it.
"Ah!" Howard exclaimed. He was taken wholly off guard by the suddenness of the assault.
Amber, though only twenty-one or twenty-two by his estimation, was obviously a veteran cocksucker. She took all of his length into her salivating mouth. Her warm, soft tongue embraced his hard meat, tickling its sensitive underside as she inched it down her throat. Small shudders, jarred loose from his excited nerves, rocked his entire body.
"Mmmmmmm," Amber murmured, enjoying her delicious treat.
"Jesus!" Howard muttered.
He clenched his fists. His cock felt so damn good in her mouth. Her small, white teeth chewed on his throbbing organ as her jaw and throat muscles worked to swallow every last bit of it. She succeeded beyond Howard's wildest expectations. Coming to the end, her lips kissed the hairy flesh around the base of his cock and compressed tightly, applied suction. Howard's balls constricted as a spasm shook his entire body. The pleasure was so intense he almost fainted.
Lisa and Candy decided to cooperate with each other rather than compete for the rest of him. They each took an arm and helped lower him to the tiled floor. Amber followed him down without releasing her prize. His cock seemed to be jammed tight in her mouth. Once he was on his back, Lisa started to strip off her garments while Candy knelt down and kissed him fervently upon the lips. Howard closed his eyes and returned her oral embrace with equal passion, breathing through his nostrils. Their tongues snaked into each other's mouths and intertwined, shared saliva, generated thrills of pleasure. He groped for the straps of her one-piece workout suit and peeled it down to her waist, exposing her breasts and supple belly. He covered her small tits with both hands and thumbed her hard, protruding nipples, pressed downward. She shivered, stimulated by his touch.
Looking up, he saw that Lisa was now completely nude. Her tall, slender figure was magnificent to behold. Her tits, while not even half the size of Amber's, were quite big nonetheless. The fat, downward-pointing nipples mesmerized Howard as they returned his stare. Lisa, ignoring him for now, descended and helped Candy out of the rest of her clothes. She kissed the smaller girl along the spine while one hand massaged her soft thighs and lovely round buttocks. Then she licked a finger and dipped it into Candy's hot, moist pussy, stabbing at her clit. The effect was like touching her with a live wire. Candy's body jerked convulsively, and her small tits nearly escaped Howard's grasp.
"Oh!" she cried.
Howard watched contortions ripple across Candy's facial features as Lisa finger-fucked her. The petite brunette was being tortured with pleasure. Her body became tense and restless as the strain of a pre-orgasmic ache took hold and intensified bit by bit. Her hips rocked back and forth, urging Lisa to go faster and plunge deeper, which she did. Juice gushed from Candy's cunt to ease the passage of the blonde's provoking finger. Experiencing nirvana, Candy closed her eyes and moaned, her lips forming a pretty O as she released her breath slowly. Howard, enchanted by her flushed, beautiful face, grabbed the back of her head and brought her lips down to continue their passionate kissing.
Down below, Amber was having a field day with Howard's cock, much to his enjoyment. She sucked him relentlessly, trying to dredge up his insides. Her lips, squeezed tight, went up and down his hard length, lubricated by her own gushing saliva. Fire coursed along every fiber in Howard's body. He added his own small thrusts to Amber's efforts, wanting his dick to go all the way down her throat and out her ass. An animalistic desire propelled his movements. She was taking him incredibly deep, tormenting every nerve along his cock. Remarkably, she gave no indication she couldn't handle his hard meat. The buxom beauty was as good at giving head as his wife, something he would never have dreamed possible until now.
"Mmmmm," she murmured over and over again. "Mmmmmmmm."
Without breaking stride in her oral fucking, Amber ripped open her top and let her huge, supple orbs spill out all over his thighs, which were squeezed together tight by pressure from her knees. They felt warm and soft and altogether enjoyable on his furry skin; He wanted to fondle them, but right now he was busy with another girl.
Candy broke away from Howard's kiss and gasped for air. Lisa's manipulations were driving her wild with ecstasy. The small brunette rocked back and forth as if a man's big cock was slamming into her instead of a woman's small finger. Her hip movements were increasing in tempo, and Howard could tell she was on the verge of something spectacular. Sensing the moment right, he pinched her nipples fiercely. Her body immediately tensed.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming!" she cried. "I'm cumming!"
Howard wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as her orgasm overcame her. Unable to control her body movements, she screamed and tried to wriggle away from him. Her hard nipples raked his pectorals as her body bucked and thrashed, possessed of unearthly strength for one so small. Howard held onto her with all his might, riding the storm with her. He closed his eyes and imagined that his dick was in her even though it was in Amber's mouth. Lisa continued to fuck Candy's pussy with her finger, delighting in jerking the other woman off.
"Oh, God!" Candy cried. "Oh, God!
Her convulsions reached their peak and then abruptly ended. She collapsed, her body going limp in Howard's arms. A huge sigh signaled that she was done. Released from his arms, she rolled away and lay panting beside him.
Now it was Howard's turn to reach his pinnacle of pleasure. Amber had not lessened up one bit during her friend's orgasm. Her tongue and teeth continued to rake his sensitive underside as her mouth went up and down on him. His cock glistened with her saliva, now turning into steam from the heat of his arousal. He felt the pressure of his cum building up within his loins. It wanted to be let out. He did not think he could hold it back any longer.
"I'm going to shoot!" he cried. "I'm going to shoot!"
Howard gave the warning in case Amber didn't like the taste of semen. Apparently, she didn't, because she took his cock out of her mouth and buried it between her two huge tits instead. Howard liked this change of venue. He fucked her fast and furious between her immense mounds, causing them to jiggle. Her skin was soft and slick with sweat. Soon, he felt his floodgates bursting.
"Ahhhhhh!"
His hot jism erupted from the end of his cock. Amber gripped it tightly by the base and rubbed it all over her vast tits, directing the massive discharge. She wanted no surface left untouched, because she liked to feel hot cum on her skin. Howard spasmed even harder. Her soft, supple flesh tickled the head of his tender cock. The sweet torture was almost too much to bear. Compulsively, he grabbed her by the shoulders and jabbed upward into one tit with his cock, sinking it all the way into its warm, yielding mass. She let go and let him have his way with her tit, even helped hold it in place. Delighted with the sensations it produced, he fucked her like this until his convulsions reached their peak and finally subsided. Spent, he collapsed backward with a sigh.
"Oh, man!" he breathed. "Oh, man!"
Amber milked his rapidly deflating organ for the last pearly drop of cum, which she deposited as a trophy onto the tip of one of her hard nipples. She smiled at him.
"Did you like that?"
"Oh, man! You better believe it!"
"Don't go to sleep. It's not over yet."
It was Lisa who had said that, not Amber. She shoved the bosomy girl aside and sat down on Howard's cock without warning.
"Umph!" he grunted.
"Do you have any juice left for me?" Lisa asked, running her pussy-soaked index finger across his pectorals. "I sure hope so, because I'm a real horny bitch."
Remarkably, Howard found his cock reawakening inside Lisa's warm, spongy cunt.
"I think I'm game," he said.
Lisa thrust down on him hard with her wet cunt. "How does that feel, Mr. President?"
"Feels good."
"If you want to feel more of that you have to do something for the three of us."
"Uh, oh. I knew this was coming."
"Next week, our temporary assignments end and we'll be out of work. We want permanent positions and raises."
"Well, I could use three more personal secretaries. How good are you at typing?"
"Lousy."
"How good are you at dictation?"
"Hideous."
"How good are you at bending over a desk and having your tits fucked off?"
"That's the job I'm applying for."
"You have the job!"
Lisa smiled radiantly and began to fuck him in earnest. Howard watched her in motion. She looked glorious riding on his large cock, her breasts bobbing up and down in harmony to her movements. She was so hot and wet that her cunt squelched loudly with each plunge. Juice streamed down his cock and dripped from his balls, tickling them. This made Howard even harder. He stroked her thighs with both hands as she rocked over his midsection. Her honey-colored skin was smooth and incredibly feverish.
Abruptly, a totally naked Amber lifted up Howard's arms and sat down on his chest. His nice view of Lisa was obstructed, but the redhead's enormous tits proved to be an agreeable replacement. They looked beautiful smeared with his creamy emission.
"Hello," she said. "Remember me?"
"How can I forget?"
"I thought perhaps that you would like to eat my pussy. Would you like to eat my pussy?"
Howard nodded. He enjoyed the taste of pussy the way some women enjoyed the taste of cum. Amber scooted forward until her parted thighs stood on either side of his head. Slowly, she lowered her pussy to his mouth. Her lips touched his. They were hot and slick with juice. He stuck his tongue into her snatch and licked her erect clit. He felt her whole body tremble above him.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "That feels good!"
He grasped the soft portions of her thighs for leverage and began to fuck her with his tongue. She squirmed and squirted juice all over his face. He swallowed as much of her drippage as he could, delighting in its flavor. Her aroma tantalized his scent organs and made him giddy. He delved deeper into her cunt to stimulate more production of her tasty, fragrant nectar. His tongue rubbed her clit vigorously, making her squirm.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhh."
Howard could not see Lisa, but he could definitely feel her. She was bouncing up and down on his cock with wild abandon. Her lusty cries echoed throughout the locker room, increasing in volume moment by moment. Howard listened to the music of the blonde's voice as he ate Amber's pussy. Lisa's efforts were generating electricity up and down his hard rod, making it throb with a yearning to explode. He could not believe that a woman could bring his organ back from the dead so quickly. He thrust upwards to meet her diving pelvis, grimacing at the sweet pain she induced in him.
Candy was now fully recovered from her recent fucking and eager to rejoin the party. She knelt beside Amber and began licking her large breasts, lapping up Howard's sticky cum. She appeared to love the stuff. It disappeared into her mouth with loud smacks of her lips.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured.
Howard watched the feeding frenzy taking place directly above him. Candy's small tongue was driving Amber wild. The redhead squirmed as two of her most sensitive erogenous zones were attacked at the same time. The brunette buried her face in one huge, billowy mound and smeared Howard's semen all over her mouth, nose, and cheeks. Her tongue came out and rolled across the soft skin, sopping up every trace of Howard's emission, leaving behind a shiny trail of saliva. Then she spotted a single drop of cum hanging from the tip of an erect pink bud. It was too much to resist. She clamped down on it fiercely with her teeth and sucked it off. Amber gasped and jumped.
Lisa's body was now acting on impulse only, with no control from her mind. Her cunt was fucking Howard's cock fast and furious. He could tell by her strained, ragged breathing that she, like him, was going to cum soon. It seemed to Howard that a miracle was going to occur. With a little luck, three people were going to cum all at the same time. Amber just needed a little push to send her over the edge of rapture.
He decided to start the process.
He jabbed his index finger deep into the redhead's anus. It reflexively tightened around it and that began the chain reaction. Amber arched her back and screamed, screamed at the very top of her lungs. Her pussy mashed into Howard's face, humping it back and forth frenziedly. Jets of succulent fluid, propelled by her contracting vaginal muscles, spurted into Howard's mouth. He struggled, gulping her emission. It was too much for even him to swallow. Finally, he managed to break free and gasp for air. That's when he felt his own eruption coming.
"Jesus!" he muttered, and came.
His midsection bucked up and down as his cum shot into Lisa's warm, welcoming cunt. The blonde shuddered as his hot fluid filled her cavity, stimulating her own reward for intercourse well done. A cry of supreme ecstasy was wrenched from her throat as sweet pleasure flooded her body.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, gaaaaaaaaaawd!"
She grabbed Amber's tits from behind and held onto them for dear life as she rode Howard's rhythmic heaving and her own violent climax. Amber tolerated the painful pinching because, in truth, she was hardly aware of it. Her own sexual storm raged through her body and disorganized her senses. She could feel only one thing, and that was intense, blistering ecstasy. Leaning back into Lisa's tight embrace, she and the blonde writhed and undulated together until the very end, united in the joy that was called orgasm.
Howard continued to pump his cum into Lisa's twat until he had no more of it left to give her. As his pulsations faded, he jabbed a few more times into her for good measure and then lay back, breathing heavily. By now, Lisa and Amber were also exhausted by their tumultuous spasms. They toppled off him and lay in each other's arms, eyes closed, chests heaving. Their faces and bodies, like his, were awash in sweat.
"Hey, does anyone want to fuck me?" asked Candy, still very much alive.
No one answered her. Her three sex partners had burned up all their calories and had no energy left to spare. Shrugging, she went over to Lisa and satisfied herself with licking the cum out of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
The blonde seemed not to notice what she was doing.
Chapter Twelve
Susan fell in love with the little clothing shop the first moment she entered it. It wasn't your traditional clothing shop. It was filled from back to front and floor to ceiling with racy wardrobes which even she wouldn't dare wear in public. But for her upcoming debut at Planet Erotica, this was the perfect place to shop for a new outfit.
The bells on the door jangled as it closed behind her, striking her shapely ass. She looked around for signs of an employee or another customer, but saw none. It appeared as though she was the only one here. She took a few steps forward and waited.
"Hello!" she called.
"May I help you?" an effeminate voice asked her.
Susan jumped, startled, and turned her head sharply to the left. What she had at first assumed to be a garishly dressed mannequin turned out to be a man. He had wavy bronze hair that was starched to stick up and backward, as if frozen in place by the backwash of a turboprop. Large earrings pierced both lobes and rings glittered on his fingers, the nails of which were manicured and painted. His face was covered with more make-up than Susan had used in her entire lifetime. His whole style of dress was based on colorful, mismatched symmetry. The man, obviously gay, smiled at her in a slightly condescending way.
"Yes," Susan answered. "Do you work here?"
The living mannequin snorted. "Work here? I own the place, honey."
"Oh. Sorry."
He shrugged. "That's all right. People mistake me all the time. Now, how may I help you?"
"Well, I'm going to be attending the grand opening of a new club next week. It's called Planet Erotica. Have you heard of it?"
The man nodded.
"Well, I need something new to wear. Something sexy."
He tossed his head, seemingly offended. "As if we sell nothing else!"
Susan was somewhat flustered by his mannerisms, which made her feel stupid. "I've never been to one of these places before. What do you think would look good on me?"
The man put his hand on his chin and gave her a critical inspection. His eyes were appreciative as they roamed up and down her luscious body, clad in a miniskirt and skin-hugging top. "On you, girl?" he laughed. "Anything-or nothing at all! Let's go try a few things on, shall we? Come, come."
He turned his back on her and began walking with a flouncy gait towards the back of the shop. Susan followed.
"What's your name, darling?" he asked without turning.
"Susan."
He extended a limp-wristed hand back over his shoulder to her. "My name's Nell."
Susan shook his hand. "Nell?"
"Yes, Nell."
"That name ..." Susan began.
Nell stopped and turned to look at her with hands on his hips, his eyes challenging. "Is female, I know. My mother gave it to me. What's the matter? You don't like it?"
"No, no! I think it's a wonderful name. I was just surprised to hear it, that's all."
"I can change it to Chuck, if you like. Many people would rather call me Chuck."
"No, Nell is fine. You look more like a Nell than a Chuck."
Susan bit her tongue, afraid that she might have given offense with that last statement, but Nell smiled at her as if he had just been complimented.
"Now I'm starting to like you."
He turned around and continued onward. As he passed each clothes rack, he grabbed garments almost randomly and tossed them backward for Susan to catch.
"We'll try this ... and this ... and this ..."
By the time she and Nell reached the dressing area, her arms were full. She staggered under the weight of garments made mostly out of leather and chains.
"You can just dump all that stuff there." He pointed to a chair in the corner. Susan gratefully deposited the load into its arms. Nell picked up the outfit on top and handed it to her.
"Okay, honey, take off all of your clothes and try this on for size. I'm sure it will look fabulous on you."
Susan clutched the garment to her bosom and looked around. "Where's the dressing room?"
Nell rolled his eyes and sighed. "This is the dressing room, doll. If you're going to wear the outfits that I sell you have no business being modest."
"Yes, I suppose you're right," she said.
She stripped. Since Nell was gay, she felt more comfortable being nude in front of him. She took the new outfit from him and wiggled into it. It was a tight-fitting leather skin suit, glossy black in color. It covered nearly her entire body except for her breasts and pussy, which were exposed by cutouts. The outfit seemed designed for maximum convenience in fucking. There was nothing that needed to be removed at all. Nell zipped her up in back and turned her to face the mirror. He smiled.
"Ravishing, darling. You look absolutely ravishing. The suit fits you perfectly."
Susan looked at herself in the mirror and had to agree. The outfit hugged her sexy curves without a single crease. Her cunt watered at her own reflection.
"I can't wear this out in public," she said. "I'll get arrested."
"Of course, darling. That's why you need to wear these."
Nell held up a pair of panties and bra that he had snatched from the wall. They were made entirely of light, silver chains and small, black metal disks to hide the privates.
"Come, come, let me put them on you."
Susan held up her arms so that he could drape the chain bra over her upper torso, hooking it closed in the front. Two small metal disks covered her pink nipples-just barely. She shivered when the cold metal kissed her bare skin. Nell then knelt down to help her into her panties. She stepped through one loop and he clasped the open end of the other one closed at her hip. The fit was snug. Susan's slit was covered by a small metal oval at the nexus of three chains, but not her lush bush. Pubic hairs peeked out between the silver links and Susan was afraid some of them would get painfully snagged.
"Of course, in order to wear this outside Planet Erotica, you'll have to shave your pussy."
Susan nodded. "Of course." She had no objections to that. She had always wanted to shave her pussy someday to see how it looked and felt.
Heedless of her modesty, Nell tugged on the links in front, checking for slack. "How does it fit?"
Susan's cunt quivered involuntarily as his fingertips brushed her mound and upper thighs. "Tight," she said. "The chain in back is digging into my ass."
Nell promptly turned her around and felt up and down her cleft. The chain, he found, was deeply imbedded in it, almost hidden, in fact. A wave of heat pervaded Susan's body as his hand slid between her cheeks and down between her legs. Though she knew Nell was gay, she could not help but be stimulated by his touch. She clenched her teeth to keep from moaning.
Nell stood up after his inspection was completed. "Yes, the fit is rather tight. Some women like it that way. I know I do. I have other styles of panties you can choose from if you like. How about a studded, two-sided breech-clout?"
Susan noticed a quaver in his voice. She turned around and saw that his hands were trembling slightly. He was trying not to look directly at her. Was he that repulsed by female bodies? she wondered.
"Let me try on some more outfits before I decide on this one, okay?"
He swallowed. "Yes. Good idea. That's just what I was about to suggest."
Susan went through about twenty outfits before she found the one that suited her. Even Nell was impressed with her taste.
"Breathtaking, darling. You should be declared a scenic wonder. If only I could look so good in that outfit!"
Nell was shaking all over as his eyes encompassed her body. Perspiration beaded his forehead and upper lip. By now, Susan had interpreted his physiological reactions to mean envy, not repulsion.
"What's the price?"
"Two-hundred and ninety dollars."
Susan nearly gagged. "So much for so little?"
"Uh huh. It was imported all the way from Sweden, darling. The craftsmanship is top quality."
The outfit that Susan had chosen displayed the maximum amount of flesh allowed by law. Composed entirely of stainless steel chains and hard leather cups for the vitals, it was like a swim suit for punk rockers, but with a twist. The cups, once unlatched, fell away and hung suspended to reveal the delights they hid. Or else, they could be easily removed with the entire garment. Her legs were left gloriously bare, just the way she liked them. On her feet were a pair of black high heels.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," Nell continued. "I'll throw in a free pussy shave if you buy the outfit."
"You shave pussies here?"
"Of course, darling. I offer a variety of sexual services. I even offer body piercing, if you'd like that."
"Uh, no, not today. But I would like to have my pussy shaved. I'm afraid that if I did it myself I wouldn't do a good job."
"Here, satisfaction is guaranteed. Follow me."
Susan followed Nell into a back room where he had a reclining chair with stirrups set up. Next to it stood a small table covered with scissors, clippers, lotions, and other grooming tools. He stripped off her garment and lay her back in the chair, strapping her feet into the stirrups. Her legs were widely flung and her pussy stared right at him.
Nell took a spray bottle from off the table.
"I need to wet your pubic hairs to make them softer and easier to cut."
Susan thought she was already pretty wet down there. Nell had unwittingly stimulated her with all his touching and tailoring. He pointed the bottle at her crotch and sprayed a fine mist on it. Susan felt the cool water strike her heated cunt lips and shivered. It did nothing to dampen her arousal, however. If anything, it caused her to ache all the more furiously.
Nell continued to spray her muff until it was wet and glistening. Then he put the bottle down and massaged the moisture deep into the roots of her hairs with his fingers. Susan's pussy quivered at his touch, leaking juice. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out.
After the massage he sprayed her one last time and then took up the electric cutters. He switched it on and began trimming her bush. The gentle vibrations it produced reverberated through Susan's cunt. It was too much for her to resist. She sank back, closed her eyes, and moaned. She was now sweating as much as Nell, ever more so. She put her hands on her breasts and felt her nipples stiffening. Man, she needed to be fucked! Nell must by now have realized she was aroused, but said nothing. He must be used to inducing such reactions in women, she thought.
Once he had her bush cropped down to a stubble, he switched to another electric razor for a closer shave. He rubbed it all over her sensitive, quivering skin, fearless of where he touched. It drove Susan wild with yearning. He grabbed her slick pussy lips and folded them over so that he could get behind them. That sent a shock wave through her system, because now, his fingers were painfully close to her itching clit. She wanted Nell to stuff his fingers in her pussy and scratch it, but, of course, he did not. Ruthlessly tickled, Susan squirmed on the recliner.
"Steady now," Nell said, pushing down on her soft, white belly with his free hand. "Steady. I'm almost done."
Susan restrained herself. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. The torture was all the more excruciating because she knew it would not lead anywhere. Nell was gay. She would have to go home a dissatisfied woman. Then the buzzing of the electric razor mercifully stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief. In the sudden silence Susan could hear herself panting.
"Rise and shine, my beauty. I'm done." He slapped her thigh.
Susan opened her eyes. Nell grabbed a mirror and held it up to her pussy.
"There! How does that look?"
Susan saw the reflection of her cunt in the mirror and nearly orgasmed. It looked so beautiful. She was now all pink down there.
"God," she breathed.
Then she looked past the mirror he held and saw something she didn't expect to see. A huge bulge tent poled the crotch of Nell's pants. He had an erection! Suddenly, Susan was confused.
"Nell, this may be a stupid question, but are you gay?"
Nell looked at her in startlement. "Gay? No, darling. What made you think I was?"
"Well, uh ...the way you dress ...the way you talk."
Nell's lips curled into a smile. "I told you before people often mistake me."
Susan sat up straight. "Do you mean to say you like women?"
"Like them? I positively love them! Women are the most enchanting creatures on earth!"
Susan suddenly lusted for that cock in his pants. Now that she knew Nell was straight, her passions were unleashed. "Would you like to fuck me?"
Nell's eyes lit up. "Now that is a stupid question. Of course I would like to fuck you!"
Smiling, Susan put her hand on his bulge. He shuddered. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
Through the fabric of his silk pants she felt his hard outline, stroking it. He seemed to have a big one in there.
Her cunt released a torrent of juice, aching to feel it inside her.
"It seems that you are aroused," she said. "Seeing me play dress-up and shaving my pussy must have been torture to you."
Nell was sweating so profusely now his make-up was running. "Honey, you wouldn't believe what I was going through!" he gasped. "Normally, I'm immune, but you are the most gorgeously sexy lady to ever step foot in my shop."
Susan continued to stroke his cock. He continued to shudder as she did it. "Are you going to let me see what you're hiding?"
Nell hastily pushed down his pants and stepped out of them. His cock sprang straight up from his loins. It bobbed up and down in rhythm to his heartbeat. It was bobbing fast.
"Breathtaking, darling," Susan said, mimicking his effeminate style of speech. "Absolutely breathtaking."
Nell held his dick close to her pussy. "Let me put it in you," he pleaded. "I've been dying to fuck you from the first moment I saw you. It's not easy when women think you're gay and flaunt their bodies in front of you."
But Susan, despite the fact that her body was yearning for sexual release as much as him, was not so easily persuaded. "How much for the outfit again?"
Nell swallowed. "One-hundred and ninety dollars."
Susan gave him a look.
"Okay, ninety dollars, you bitch. That's the wholesale price, I swear! Now let me put it in you!"
Susan was happy now. She thrust her cunt at him. "Fuck me, darling."
With a grateful smile, he grasped her thighs near the knees and plunged his meat into her. Susan was so wet she splashed his balls with juice.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned.
"Ahhhhhhhh," he sighed.
Nell seemed relieved to have his cock in her at last. He was like a man taking a plunge in a pool of cool water after crossing the Sahara on foot with an empty canteen. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, evenly, as if engaging in some sort of meditative Zen ritual. He left his cock in Susan so long without moving it that she became concerned.
"Hey, buddy?" she said, tapping him on the arm. "Are we going to get this show on the road, or what?"
Nell slowly opened his eyes. His expression was dreamlike. "What?" he asked. Then he woke up with a start. "Oh, yes! Sorry. I get like this at the beginning of sex."
He backed up his hips and thrust savagely into Susan, more savagely than she expected from such a delicate man. A gasp was jarred out of her throat. He thrust hard again, then again. Two more gasps followed. Susan's eyes went wide at the electric thrill which each thrust generated in her cunt. She was really charged down there. That thrill spread like fire throughout her body and caused her limbs to quiver, her skin to flush. Boy, she was glad she had found this shop! And she wasn't the only one experiencing erotic bliss.
"Oh, God, I love sex!" Nell shouted to heaven. "I love it! I love it! I love it!"
Each of those last three utterances was accompanied by another solo thrust. After that, he tore open his shirt and began to fuck Susan in earnest, establishing a steady rhythm, much to her delight. She fondled her breasts and watched him at work. His eyes were closed and sweat was melting the make-up off his face. Long streamers of black mascara ran down his cheeks, giving him the appearance that he was crying. Perhaps he was. Crying for the joy of it. Susan had never seen such a euphoric expression on a man's face before. Nell, it seemed, was really happy to be fucking her.
This pleased her vanity.
Susan's hands wandered down to stroke her thighs and lower belly. This marked the first time she was fucked with a naked pussy. With no pubic hairs to absorb her moisture, it gathered and ran across her skin, making it slick and shiny. Nell was not shaved. His hairs sopped up some of her sweat with each of his strokes. It was a lot of sweat, and soon his manly bush was saturated with it. His wet hairs tickled Susan's denuded mound every time they brushed against it, enhancing her state of arousal. Her clit quivered with mounting energy.
Nell was so stimulated by Susan that he quickly found himself on the orgasmic threshold. A sense of urgency took hold over him. His cock began to slam into her harder and faster than ever. She gasped. Her cunt produced rivers of juice to ease its passage through her warm, pulpy flesh. The oily friction was truly magical. Small shudders rocked her body with each plunge he took. Her clit reverberated with each one, on the verge of exploding sensationally. It was all happening much faster than she had expected. Her breathing and pelvic movements matched Nell's stroke for stroke. They were a team now, working towards achieving the same goal. That goal was now very close.
Suddenly, Nell stiffened.
"I'm going to cum!" he cried. "I'm going to cum! Oh, dear God, I'm going to cum!"
"Go on, Nell! Cum! I'm right behind you!"
Nell released his load. Susan felt his hot fluid invade her pussy and screamed. Nell screamed as well. Remarkably, his scream was even louder than hers. It literally shook the walls and threatened to bring down the roof. Never, in all her life, did she expect to meet someone who could scream louder than her during orgasm.
Nell continued to drive his dick deep into her cunt as he screamed. Susan tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but failed. He was now moving too fast and too erratically for her. His entire body shook. It was like he held two live electrical rods in his hands rather than legs. His cock jack-hammered into her, causing her tits and entire skin cover to jiggle up and down violently. Susan's voice ululated. She watched him with wide-eyed amazement even as her own multiple orgasms rocked her, flooding her body with sweet pain. Nell was completely out of control.
Finally, his long, ecstatic scream exhausted itself. His cock came to an abrupt stop inside Susan's pussy, now drenched with his hot emission. He stood there tottering for a brief moment, then his eyes rolled upwards into his skull and he collapsed backwards.
Susan, who was still rocking her hips back and forth, caught in the middle of her own climax, was alarmed by this. Fingering her pulsating pussy, which was ejaculating semen and vaginal juice furiously, she sat up straight in her chair and looked down.
"Nell?"
He just stared stupidly at the ceiling, panting.
"Nell?"
A pause. "Yes, darling?"
"I'm just making sure you're alive."
"Am I? I thought I was in heaven."
"Can you undo these straps for me?"
"Just a moment."
The moment stretched into five minutes, but finally he got up and released her. She was just as wobbly on her legs as he was. She didn't stay long after that. She dressed, paid for her new outfit, and walked out the door with a cheery good-bye.
Nell knew that he would see her again very soon.
Washing off his make-up and putting on a fresh set of clothes, he took out his feather duster and went about to tidy up his shop. He always liked to tidy up his shop after sex. It became such a mess. Several minutes passed and then he heard the door opening. He turned around and saw that a man and three young women had entered. All four were gorgeous, most especially the man, a tall, bodybuilder type. Nell's dick quivered with awakened lust.
"Oh, my," he breathed.
What he hadn't told Susan was that he went both ways.
The bodybuilder came up to him. "Are you Chuck Cooper?"
Nell could tell that he was someone of importance by the confident look in his eyes. "Some people call me that, yes."
"I understand that you are very influential in the sexual community," he said, smiling at his own peculiar phrasing of that. "I have a very special request to make of you."
Nell smiled. "I love special requests. Tell me what you need and I'll tell you what it costs."
Chapter Thirteen
The line for entering Planet Erotica was long. Everyone in the world, it seemed, was out tonight searching for fun and sex in the fast lane. The grand opening of the new club proved to be more popular than either Susan or Joe had anticipated.
"Should have come earlier," Joe muttered. Susan nodded. They had come early but apparently not early, enough. The club had opened three hours ago, but they had been in line for five. A larger than capacity crowd had showed up and they had been shut out early. They had to wait for people to leave the club before they themselves could enter it-or at least shuffle forward a few more places in line. Mercifully, they were now at the head of a line that still stretched a hundred bodies long. They would soon get their chance to experience the inner delights of Planet Erotica.
"Ooooooooo. I'd sure like to fuck that doll!"
Susan followed Joe's gaze. A young woman had just stepped out of a long white limousine. She was dressed as some sort of batgirl, yet, strangely enough, most of her costume seemed to be missing. Aside from her boots and mask, all she wore was a black leather cape. The rest of her body was completely unclad. Standing there with her legs slightly apart, she brazenly displayed her firm, youthful tits and shaved pussy. A murmur of admiration ran down the length of the line.
"She's delicious," Susan agreed.
"Hey, you!" one of the doormen shouted at the girl. "Cover up. You can only expose yourself inside the club. Do you want us to lose our license, or something?"
Pouting, the girl immediately folded her wings.
Everyone in line was dressed to suit their own particular fetishes. Susan wore the outfit she had picked out at Nell's shop. A patchwork of chains, black netting, and leather, it had not been designed to retain body heat, so she was freezing her ass off. The cloak Joe had lent her helped only a little. Her bare legs shivered and goose bumps stood out in her flesh. Still, she would not give up her spot and go home for any reason.
Joe wore a lewd mockery of medieval garb, complete with tight-fitting pants and codpiece. The codpiece, of course, was huge, and was made out of leather like his boots. Everything else was silk, from his red blouse down to his blue tights. Yet, despite the thinness of the fabric, he felt no chill. The proximity of so much female flesh kept him warm.
"Oh, man, I'd sure like to stick my dick in her mouth," Joe groaned, his eyes wandering to some other girl with large, succulent lips.
Susan shook her head and smiled. Joe was acting like a race horse eager to escape the starting gate.
A man and woman, dressed in scanty Native American costumes made mostly of cured leather, beads, and feathers, walked out of the club with their arms wrapped around each other's waists. They were obviously leaving to continue their amorous adventures in a more private setting. Their departure meant that more space was available inside. Susan and Joe looked hopefully at the head doorman, who was a huge Samoan dressed in a red uniform.
"Okay," he said, "next two."
They started past him, but a large hand suddenly descended and blocked Joe's way.
"Hey, buddy," the big doorman said to him, "where do you think you're going?"
"Inside."
"Not you. Someone else. Go back to the end of the line."
Joe glared up at the man, incensed. "Why?"
The head doorman grinned. "That oversized codpiece of yours can't fool me. You're obviously too small. No woman would want to fuck you."
Joe trembled with anger. "I'm too small, huh? You think I'm too small? I'll show you what small is!" Joe grabbed his codpiece and yanked it down. "How's that for small?"
Loud gasps erupted from the line. Several women clutched their breasts and sighed in awe at the sight of Joe's huge cock. The head doorman nodded his head, impressed.
"Nice tool."
"Damn straight it is! My wife doesn't call me horse dick for nothing!"
There were some giggles at that. The head doorman held up his hands placatingly. "Okay. No need to make a scene. It was my mistake. Go inside."
"You should make it up to me somehow, for insulting me that way," Joe said.
The doorman dug into his vest for a small slip of paper and held it out to Joe. "Here, accept this coupon as a sign of my contriteness. It's for a free drink at the bar. The house specialty is Mother's Milk. Try it."
Joe took the coupon, but was not mollified. Susan had to take his arm and forcibly drag him away.
"Imagine the nerve of that ape to try and deny me entrance!" he said to Susan. "Me! The king of cock! Why, my little head's bigger than his entire brain!"
Susan sighed. Joe just didn't get it sometimes. "He was only teasing you, Joe. He wasn't really going to refuse you admittance."
Joe chose not to believe her. He had long known that there was a conspiracy by big, tall men against small, short ones like him. He continued to mutter invectives against the head doorman as they entered the club.
The inside of Planet Erotica exceeded every one of Susan's expectations. It was a veritable feast for the sensory organs. A riot of lights, color, and human flesh dazzled her eyes. Loud, pulse-pounding music strummed her eardrums and shook her very bones. The smell of sweat and pussy juice filled her nostrils, making her heady with desire.
Joe was just as awed. "Something, huh?"
Susan nodded.
A man stood just inside the entrance waiting for her and Joe with a microphone in one hand. He was dressed in a colorful, flashy tuxedo, and his hair was parted down the middle and starched up on both sides to resemble devil's horns. Susan suddenly recognized the face underneath the heavy pancake make-up.
"Nell! What on earth are you doing here? Do you work here?"
Nell tossed his head, seemingly offended. "Work here? I own the place, darling. You should have guessed that easily enough."
Susan was flabbergasted. She hardly knew what to say next. "How ...how did you come to own this place?"
"Well, no one was buying the outfits I sold in my shop, because they had no place to wear them," he explained. "So I decided to open this place. Welcome to Planet Erotica!"
He then asked her and Joe for the names or monikers they wished to use. They thought fast and gave them. Nell flicked on his microphone and announced the new arrivals.
"And here, ladies and gentlemen, is some new flesh for your viewing and fucking pleasure. Introducing Saucy Susanna and her escort Joe Stud, King of Cock!"
Some applause broke out, but it lasted only a few seconds. Everybody quickly went back to their fucking and sucking and licking and dicking.
Joe and Susan descended a short flight of steps and waded out into the Arena, as the vast floor at the center of the club was called. It was a writhing mass of naked and half-naked bodies. People of all ages fucked and ate each other out on a variety of sexual furnishings, including beds, sofas, bean bags, and piles of cushions. Some just did it on the floor. Along the walls, stairs led to balconies for those who just wanted to watch the action. There were almost as many watchers as participants. At all levels, around the periphery of the sunken floor, there were bars and small restaurants, as well as dance stages where men and women undulated their bodies seductively to the music. The whole place was like a shopping mall for sex. For those with really exotic tastes, there was even a club within a club. Go through a special door marked 'Torture Room' and you could be strapped down and whipped by an S&M fanatic.
Susan and Joe passed that door without hesitating. They walked around in search of sexual partners, stepping over moving and unmoving bodies. Most people had already paired off or joined one of the numerous orgies going on everywhere. Sex crammed the Arena. Those people not engaged in sex, approximately half, were laying around recovering from it. Chests heaved. Sweaty limbs tangled together. To Susan it looked like some of the heaviest action had already taken place.
Suddenly, her eyes spotted a familiar figure walking towards them. He was a youthful old man wearing a cowboy hat and snake-skinned boots and nothing else. He had his arms wrapped around two naked and nubile young women who were identical twins. His dick was hard and his expression was blissful as he massaged their soft, olive-skinned flanks.
"Rick!" Susan exclaimed.
His eyes came down from heaven to notice her. "Sarah."
"Susan," she corrected him. "My name is Susan."
"Oh, right. Well, Susan, look at what I found here. Lola and Nena! I told you about them, didn't I?" Susan shook her head. "No? Well, I should have, by golly! I fucked these two beauties on their eighteenth birthday a couple of years back in Santa Fe. I fucked their virginities right out of them and turned them into cock-hungry sluts. Isn't that right, girls?"
Lola and Nena smiled and hugged him tightly. One of them licked his nipple.
"Well," Rick continued, "I'm going to find my clothes and take these horny bitches home. I still haven't got new shocks for it yet, but that's okay. I like the rocking my van makes. Helps me sleep, if you know what I mean."
He winked at her and then continued on. Susan looked at Joe to gauge his reaction to Rick, but the whole encounter had apparently escaped his notice. He was looking down at a skinny black girl who was smiling up at him from where she reclined alone on some cushions. The girl had obviously been fucked recently because her face and inner thighs were smeared with semen. Yet, the look she gave Joe clearly indicated that she was ready for another go at it.
"My name's Rachelle," she said. "What's yours?"
"Joe."
"Are you truly the King of Cock, like that man said?"
Joe pushed down his tights and showed her. Rachelle's eyes went wide and she shivered with delight. "Oh, my!" Without asking for permission, she grabbed his thick, fleshy rope and pulled him down onto the cushions with her. She had no clothes to remove so she helped him with his. Soon, she had his dick plunging and splashing furiously into her juicy cunt while she cried out with wild-eyed enthusiasm.
Susan watched on the sidelines for a while and then decided she wanted to join in. Undoing the latches on the cups of her garment to expose her breasts and pussy, she knelt down to lick the black girl's perky little tits. Rachelle, stiffening, abruptly pushed her away.
"I don't like girls," she said. "And I don't like company when I'm fucking."
Joe looked at Susan and shrugged. "Sorry."
Sighing, Susan rose to her feet and wandered away. It seemed unfair to her that Joe should get lucky first. After all, she was the main force behind his sexual renaissance.
Over the next several minutes, she went from place to place, looking for a man or woman to fuck. She preferred a man, but none, remarkably, seemed interested in her. Most were worn out from humping too much. Susan came upon one huge black man who lay gasping for breath amid six naked female bodies. She recognized him immediately.
"Tyrell!"
Tiredly, he cracked open an eye and looked up at her. "Hey, baby. Fancy meeting you here. Just arrive?"
Susan nodded. "Can I join you?"
Tyrell looked around him at his small harem, most of whom appeared just as sweaty and exhausted as himself. "Naw. I just fucked these bitches two or three times each. I don't have any juice left in me. I'm surprised my pecker hasn't broken off."
Susan sighed. "Oh, well, see you."
"Yeah, see you, baby. Catch you next time, okay?"
"Okay."
She wandered away again, depressed. It seemed she was being punished for entering the club too late. Most of the men she saw here were like Tyrell-burnt out. Only the women seemed to have energy to spare. Many of them were wandering around looking for men just like her. Frustrated, some switched tactics and began to hunt other women. Susan saw one female approaching her from a distance. She wore a black and orange striped tiger suit and mask. It hugged her slinky, feline body like a second skin. As she came closer, Susan realized that it was skin she was seeing. The tiger suit was actually body paint. The female, whose hair was dyed into stripes as well, was totally naked except for this. Susan stopped and waited for her.
"Hello," the tiger girl said as she came up to Susan. "Hi."
"What's your name?"
"Susan."
The tiger girl abruptly kissed her on the mouth and stuck a finger up her vagina. Susan's surprised utterance was muffled by the other girl's hard-pressing lips. Stepping back, the tiger girl then withdrew her finger and tasted it.
"Mmmmmmm. You look and taste delicious, Susan. My name's Kitty. Mind if I eat you?"
Susan shook her head. She would not mind at all. Her body was shaken and aroused by what had just happened to her. Kitty pushed her down upon a mattress and fell on top of her, forcing her legs apart with her knees. Her hot cunt ground into Susan's.
"Oh!" Susan gasped.
Kitty's tongue plunged into her mouth. Susan tried to capture and swallow it with her own. The two slippery organs danced around each other, nuzzling and petting like a pair of miniature lovers. Susan tasted Kitty's saliva, which was gushing from her glands as rapidly as her own.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured.
Kitty was really turning her on. Susan felt her body go into turbo mode, gunning for full-speed acceleration. As her limbs entwined with Kitty's, frenzied in their desire to explore her flesh, her heart beat out of control. Air burst in and out of her nostrils explosively, unable to nourish her lungs fast enough. Sweat broke out on her skin in a futile effort to cool down her mad rush of sensations. Grabbing Kitty's painted buttocks, she thrust upwards with her hips, seeking to penetrate Kitty with her erect clit. The wet smack of pussies sent an electric thrill coursing through Susan's system. Compulsively, she thrust into her partner again and again and again.
Kitty felt Susan's urgency and responded. She sucked her tongue back into her mouth and began to slide her body downward. Her lips glided across Susan's neck and breasts, kissing them, depositing saliva, while her hard nipples left deep furrows in Susan's soft, feverish skin. It was manifest where Kitty was going with her mouth. Susan quivered with anticipation.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
Kitty's lips continued their provocative journey downward, kissing, licking, and nibbling, aiming for the center of Susan's sexual being. Susan, impatient, held Kitty's head between both hands and applied forceful, guiding pressure. Kitty's mouth crossed the soft expanse of her belly and crested her denuded mound. Her tongue snaked out and traced Susan's delicate cunt lips, teasing them, causing them to flutter. To Susan, this was torture of the worst kind. She spasmed, releasing a torrent of juice.
"Lick my pussy!" she cried, begging. "Lick my pussy! For God's sake, I can't stand it any longer!"
Kitty complied. Her tongue flicked in and out of Susan's pussy rapidly, rubbing her rigid clit. Susan moaned and squirmed and rocked her head from side to side. Juice poured out of her cunt in rivers, yet it was not enough to quench her burning yearning. Kitty lapped up and swallowed some of her tart emission, but mostly she concentrated on tickling Susan's clit with her tongue. Tormented, Susan thrust her hips at Kitty, humping her face with her cunt, smearing her juice all over it. An explosive force was building up inside her and taking control of her body. Then Kitty plunged her teeth into her torrid opening and nibbled on her clit. Suddenly, Susan felt the tingling in the small organ intensify into a numbing pang. Her eyes went wide in disbelief as she realized she was ready to orgasm. This was quick even for her.
"I'm going to cum!" she cried. "Oh, God, I think I'm going to cum!"
Inexplicably, Kitty's warm tongue vacated her pussy, just as that wonderful thing was about to happen.
"Hey!" Susan protested. "Why did you stop?"
Kitty did not answer her. Her attention was directed elsewhere. Susan sat up and looked around. She saw that the lights had suddenly dimmed and the music was fading out. A spotlight appeared on Nell standing on a small stage in the middle of the Arena with a microphone in one hand. He tapped it with a finger to make sure it was on.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please." He paused and waited for more people to stop fucking and listen to him. "Please, ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention. I have a very special entrance to announce, one which you are sure to enjoy. The person you are about to see is more myth than man, more god than mortal. He comes to us all the way from the ancient island of Crete, across oceans of time. He has very kindly consented to grace this club with his presence for one night only. That's right, one night! Please put your hands together for this very special personage as he comes in. Introducing Minos the Minotaur!"
A gong sounded and the spotlight swung from Nell to a side entrance. Two large double doors opened and in came a parade the likes of which Susan had never seen before.
First came three young women clad in diaphanous strips of silk that did little to conceal their feminine charms. Susan recognized two of the girls, the tall, leggy blonde and the large-breasted redhead, from the bar she met Rick at several months before. The small, petite brunette, however, was new to her. The lovely trio seeded the path with flower petals and danced to the reedy music that was played by the unusual marching band that followed.
The twelve members of this band, all men, wore wooden sandals and white togas in the ancient Greek tradition. The instruments that they plucked or pounded or blew through were equally archaic, something that Homer would have sung his tale of the fall of Troy to thousands of years ago. Without pause in beat or footstep they followed the girls, heralding what entered next.
And then came Minos.
"God!" Kitty breathed. "He's beautiful!"
Susan nodded.
Minos was truly a God of a man. He sat in a litter that was borne upon the shoulders of four strong men. His tall, tan body rippled with wave after wave of muscle, highlighted by his shaved, well-oiled skin. He wore a golden loincloth around his waist and an enormous bull's head with gilded horns upon his broad shoulders. Susan could hear the lustful sighs of the women around her. Here was beefcake incarnate.
The entire retinue made three circuits of the Arena, pursued by cheers and lusty applause, before arriving at the center stage. Nell made room for Minos to be set down there.
"Minos has graciously agreed to have sex with one special lady tonight," Nell announced. "Just one. The catch is you have to get in line and present yourselves to him. Minos will pick the woman who pleases him the most."
Kitty immediately stood up, eyes bright. "Maybe if I get there first he'll choose me," she said.
"Hey!" Susan protested. "Aren't you going to finish licking my pussy?"
Kitty gave her a queer look. "Why should I settle for pussy when I can have cock?"
Susan could think of no rebuttal to that argument and so let Kitty go. She lay there and watched countless women stream past her. She was tempted to join them, but felt she had no chance with Minos. There were so many beautiful women here tonight that one of them would surely catch his fancy first. And besides, she was tired of waiting in long lines. She looked over at Minos and it appeared that he was looking right back at her with his bovine eyes. But of course that was silly, because those weren't really his eyes.
She watched Minos lean towards Nell, who stood right beside him. Nell nodded his head and spoke into his microphone. "Ladies, may I have your attention again please," he said. "Minos has just directed me to say that the lucky lady who wins his heart tonight will also win a home. Yes, ladies, a home! Free and clear! No mortgage payments! And don't be afraid to step up, because of the competition. Minos has scanned the Arena and already knows which lady he wants!"
More women rose to their feet, among them Susan. What the hell, she thought, I could use a free home. Her chances were slim, but much slimmer if she didn't present herself at all.
The line was already quite long by the time Susan joined it, but it moved along quite rapidly. Minos was very fast. He dismissed female after attractive female with a simple wave of his hand. Some women tried to sway him by showcasing their assets. They flaunted their tits and bent over and spread their cunts for him in big juicy smiles. But he was merciless with them, too. Everyone got the boot, even the young batgirl whom everyone had admired so much outside the club. Then, much sooner than she had expected it, it was Susan's turn. She stepped forward timidly.
"Hello," she said, waving and smiling bashfully.
She expected to be dismissed right away like all the others, but that was not the case. Minos did nothing, said nothing. He just sat in his chair unmoving, staring at her.
A hush fell.
Susan did not know what to make of this. She felt stupid standing there with everyone watching her. Had she been dismissed, but had just not seen it? Afraid that this was the case, she began to back away.
"Stop."
She froze. It was Minos who had said that. His voice sounded deep and rumbling coming from his Minotaur's head.
Susan waited. For a long moment, nothing more happened. Then, suddenly, Minos stood up and tore away his loincloth. Everyone gasped. Minos was wearing a hard-on! A huge hard-on! His dick towered nearly nine inches tall.
Knowing herself chosen, Susan was thrilled.
"Bring her," Minos said.
His three slave girls grabbed Susan by the upper arms and dragged her forward. It was a good thing, too, because she didn't feel as though she had the strength to walk anymore. They deposited her on her knees at Minos's feet. He stared down at her small, trembling form.
"Prove your worth and lick me." He thrust his cock at her.
Susan stared at that beautiful piece of meat waving before her eyes. Her lightheadedness passed as a sexual hunger filled her. As everyone in Planet Erotica watched, she stuck out her tongue and licked Minos's cock along its entire length, slowly, sensuously, from the trunk upwards. When she reached his purple dome, Minos shuddered.
"You are worthy."
Wild applause broke out. Susan smiled in relief. The three slave girls stood her up and removed her clothing. She now wore only her spiked high heels. Minos stared at her for a moment and then brought his hands up to her face. He caressed her lips, cheeks, and jawbones, exploring them. Susan licked and sucked the index finger he offered her, taking it into her mouth and going down on it as if it were a small cock. Minos's groan was magnified and deepened by his heavy mask. He let his other hand slide downward to fondle her breasts and stroke her supple belly. Susan shivered, unbelievably titillated.
Minos looked over at one of his big litter bearers and nodded. The litter bearer barked an order to the other three and they all took up poles. They erected the poles at the four corners of the stage and stretched white cloth between them. People outside the makeshift palisade groaned and muttered, their view of the action spoiled. Yet, Susan found herself enjoying the greater privacy. Before, there had simply been too many eyes watching her for her to completely relax.
Minos gripped her gently by the waist. They sank downward onto the silk cushions that had been spread out upon the stage. Minos was breathing heavily in excitement. Susan too. He took his finger out of her mouth and inserted it into her pussy, wiggled it around.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Susan moaned.
She was really alive down there. Her cunt was gushing cock lubricant. She hoped the silk cushions weren't as expensive as they looked. She squirmed as Minos fucked her with his finger, torturing her erect clit. His other hand wandered up and down her body and awakened every nerve cell on her skin. He zeroed in on her upthrust nipples and gave each a little tweak, the last one harder than the first. Susan gasped and bucked, unable to stand the torment.
"Fuck me, Minos! Fuck me now please!"
Minos stopped tormenting her nipples and love button. He spread her thighs and knelt between them. Holding his cock in his hand, he traced the outside of her slick pussy and rubbed her naked mound with his dome. Susan shivered. Feeling that cock just outside her entrance made her burn with anticipation and yearning. Minos was a very cruel god. She threw her head back, writhing in erotic agony.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
She broke out in a sweat. The three girls took up large ostrich plumes and fanned her and Minos's body. Yet nothing could cool her down. In fact, they only fanned the flames of her desire even higher. Whimpering, she thrust her hips at Minos, silently begging him to plunge his meat into her, to not postpone her satisfaction any longer. Finally, he assented. Grabbing handfuls of ass, he lifted her hips off the cushions and brought her cunt to the level of his throbbing cock. Susan felt his warmth and hardness immediately spear into her. Her eyes went wide.
She gasped.
She shuddered.
His cock felt so damn fucking good in her cunt!
Minos began pounding away at Susan's raised midsection. His savage strokes jarred her bones. He truly had the strength of a bull. She thrust her hips at him to meet his every dive, wanting to feel his cock deep inside her. His large balls battered her anus, sending reverberations throughout her heaving body. Her clit rang like a bell. The pain that he gave her was exquisite. This was far from the mercy she had expected. Rather than finding release, the ache in her cunt intensified. Her mind soared to carnal heights.
"Oh, God!" she cried.
Susan's clit was still sensitized from Kitty's licking. That tingling was now reawakened in full force. It was like Minos was merely taking over from where the girl had left off. Consequently, her resistance to orgasm crumbled rapidly. Bit by bit, the explosive force built up within her, causing her limbs to tense in expectation. Her breathing became deeper and more strained. All she needed was a spark to ignite her.
Minos, realizing that she was close to cumming, made a mad dash to catch up with her. His cock drilled into her cunt hard and fast, so hard that he sent Susan sliding across the cushions. The red-haired girl dropped her fan and held her down by the shoulders to keep her still. Her massive tits brushed Susan's face, the nipples as hard as the cock which strummed her clit like a bow on a violin. Susan heard that music all too well. Already tottering, she quickly fell off the edge. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her eyes and mouth went wide in shock as the explosive energy was released within her. She jack knifed.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she screamed.
The sweet ecstasy that flooded her system was too much to endure. She bit down on one of the red-haired girl's nipples. The owner of that nipple. Susan would not let go of it, could not let go of it. She no longer had control over her body. It was being carried along helplessly in the throes of orgasm, thrashing, kicking, and writhing.
Minos continued pumping her and she continued to spasm. He groaned loudly as his own climax hit. His hot jism spilled into Susan's cavity, filling up every niche. This eruption triggered more earthquakes in her. Wave after wave of orgasms rocked her body, more than she could possibly count. Her hips bucked wildly, jolted by electrical current. Her bliss was unendurable.
If only it could last forever.
Slowly, very slowly, the violent storm abated. Her body stopped tossing about in its wake. Collapsing to the floor, she released the nipple in her mouth. The red-haired girl quickly retreated with it, clutching it protectively. Susan paid no attention to her. Her mind was lost among the clouds. She could not believe what she had just gone through. She must have set a world record for orgasms. She closed her eyes and shook her head from side to side.
"Oh, man!" she breathed. "Oh, man!"
Minos left his dick in her, though his own climax had run its course as well. Susan welcomed it residency. It and his creamy discharge felt warm and soothing inside her, no longer a source of trauma. He stabbed a few more times into her for good measure and then stopped, his whole body sagging. He was breathing just as heavily as she.
Susan opened her eyes after she had regained some strength. She surveyed Minos's beautiful, sweat-drenched body. Something about it seemed vaguely familiar to her. A memory tugged at the corners of her mind.
"Well, am I ever going to get to see your face?" she asked.
Minos nodded and bent forward. "Take off my mask."
Susan put both hands on the Minotaur head and slowly pulled it off. She gasped in recognition at the face that was revealed.
"Howard!"
He smiled at her. "Surprise."
Chapter Fourteen
A lone yacht cruised the ocean, its large sail puffed up with a light wind. Water hissed as the prow of the vessel sliced through the gentle swells, scaring up flying fish to glide away through the air. Above, the sky was rapidly darkening. The sun had just sunk in the west and all that remained of it was a weak afterglow. On the distant shore, lights from innumerable houses and businesses were twinkling to life like stars. In these magic minutes between day and night the world was at its most beautiful.
A naked man stood at the boat's helm, admiring the twilight spectacle. The Dreamchaser was more than just a plaything, it was his home. He had sold his home to live on the water, a lifelong ambition of his. The television, that devil thing which had once nearly destroyed his life, had been tossed overboard. Sailing at night after a long day at work was a much more pleasant diversion.
Muscles rippled beneath his bronze skin as his strong arms turned the wheel and steered the ship towards the sunset, towards the open sea. Even after a year, he still worked out. He enjoyed the looks women gave his robust, healthy body. One woman in particular he was eager to please, and she was with him now. He turned around to gaze lovingly upon her.
Her slim, naked body, wreathed by blowing wisps of long, auburn hair, lay sprawled on her stomach upon the deck, eyes closed in exhausted slumber. Sweat dried on her sun-kissed skin and a dreamy smile touched her lips. She had been well-fucked just a half-hour ago. Semen still oozed from her cunt and asshole.
My semen, the captain of the Dreamchaser thought to himself.
