One of mankind's most basic, most important institutions is marriage. Yet today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at best, seemingly in a state of near-collapse at worst. The malaise chiefly affects couples in their twenties, products of the post-World War II baby boom, growing up during the Korean War and the dozen years of conflict in Vietnam, their disintegrating relations a reflection of unstable times.
Ann is young, attractive, and married to an ambitious man, yet is unable to communicate with her husband at the most basic level and is driven to seek a false love, a compromise, in the arms of strangers, thus degrading and demeaning herself.
FLESH FEAST WIFE-a story of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ann could hardly believe it. George had been in the shower when she'd awakened and she made sure he could see her naked body when he came out. It was as if she were a recorded message. He had gotten dressed on the run, fussed with his tie too long and had finally given her a quick kiss on the forehead.
"But, George," she'd sighed, squirming her hips around, hoping he would get the idea. Whether he got the idea or not didn't seem to matter. He was driving to Mill Creek that morning, his briefcase packed with sales contracts. She wouldn't see him for three days. The honeymoon was over.
"Shit!" Ann said, swinging her legs out of bed. She was wearing a shorty nightgown without the bottom part and her large, pale tits seemed about to explode from the lace-edged top. She would turn twenty in a month. Pulling up the edge of the nighty, she gazed down at the fluff of light brown curls that only half hid her pussy. It was that part of her more than anything that had caused George to ask her to marry him. Oh, he liked her tits and her narrow waist and her cute, freckled face. But it was her pussy that drove him crazy. He'd told Ann there wasn't another one like it in the whole world.
Ann pouted and ran her finger along the damp flesh of her cunt. The plumpness parted to reveal glistening flesh. It looked pink and slick and hot in there and Ann dipped her finger deeper. She arched her back and pushed her shoulders back as she touched her clit.
"And here I thought I wouldn't have to do anymore of this sort of thing," she mumbled. "Oh, damn, I'm horny. Where is George?" By now he was miles away, driving through the early morning dawn to sell industrial equipment to someone.
Ann had moved to Green Junction with her new husband only to find herself abandoned. She'd been working a summer job with a manufacturing firm in her hometown when George had asked her for a date. At forty, he'd known exactly where to take a girl to impress her. She'd dated him half a dozen times, even spending one night with him in the city upstate. All Ann had experienced before this was crude fumblings in the back seats of cars. The boys her own age seemed so dull, so predictable. George wined and dined her and took her to bed in the best of motels. She hadn't known that sex could be so much fun.
"And now I've got to hang out here for three days until he comes back" Ann said to herself.
Ann's forefinger was long and pretty. The way she moved it in and out between her cuntlips was pretty, too. But there was no one there to notice and this made her pout more.
The big, two-story house George owned was Ann's responsibility while he was away. George and she had the entire bottom floor, but upstairs there were three separate units rented out to people Ann had only just met the day before. She didn't like this new duty of being a landlord while her husband was gone. Though George had given her a list of numbers she could call to get help if the plumbing or something else broke down, she felt uneasy. She was only nineteen, after all.
"Uhhhhh," she sighed, falling back on the bed and drawing her heels back against her ass. She squirmed like that for a while, her nighty hiked up over her soft belly while she worked her fingers up and down her dripping slit. She found her hole. Her muscles squeezed her knuckles as she pushed her middle finger as deep inside her cunt as she possibly could. It was hot in there and very tight. Soft, too!
Softer than anything in God's creation. Ann smiled to herself as she rolled her hips gently. It was that soft, hot, tightness that had made George beg her to marry him.
Ann forced another finger in alongside the first. That made the feeling better. She was still a bit sore from George's fucking the night before. It made her tremble to think of the incredibly sexy things he'd done to her the few nights they'd spent together.
George liked to tie her up. At first, Ann had thought this a bit odd, but with her hands bound behind her back, her ankles tied against her thighs, she'd been fucked like she'd never been fucked before. She remembered coming and coming and begging George to stop before she lost her mind.
Sometimes he tied her to the bed and ate her cunt until she couldn't even talk anymore. That was nice too. Especially when he jumped on her and finished her off with a fuck that just about took her head off.
Ann closed her eyes and counted the times George's cock had been inside her pussy. Three... four. No, five. Five times. That was all they'd fucked. Ann shivered. Her fingers slid back and went deep again. There was a slurpy, sexy sound and juice began to leak into her soft, brown cuntcurls. She remembered how suspicious she had been of sex before. She hadn't really thought much about it. Now, after George had fucked her just five times, she could think of nothing else.
"It's his fault I've got to do this to myself," she whimpered, kicking her long legs out and drawing them back again. Her fingers moved faster. Her tits rose and fell under the hug of lacy satin. She pushed the nylon cup away and fondled a nipple, feeling it grow between her thumb and forefinger as she pinched.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhhh, God!"
It was feeling very good down between her thighs. Her pussy was throbbing hard and fast. Droplets of steamy juice were dripping down the crack of her ass. She bucked and trembled, pumping her hips violently.
"Nhhhuuhh, uhhhhh," she gasped, her mouth slack, her tongue just touching her upper lip as she squirmed around on the bed. Her pussy muscles tightened on her fingers until she thought she'd scream. But she couldn't come. Even when her arms and legs were trembling and her breath was hot and heavy, she couldn't come. It wasn't the first time it had happened.
Ann lay there, her cunt throbbing until she thought she'd die. She smelled her fingers, wiping them under her hose until she'd left a glistening smear there. During her high school days, she'd learned from other girls how a cer- tain kind of satisfaction could be had. But her mother had been strict with her as a child that Ann could accomplish the ecstatic feat only about half the time. It was a hangup. Not really a very big one, but considering her husband was a traveling salesman, it could be a real drag.
"Maybe if I rest and try again a little later... " Ann closed her eyes and tried to imagine George's cock going into her pussy. That made her smile. She pressed her thighs together and seesawed her hips. That made her smile more. George's cock was six and one-eighth inches long. She'd measured him one night while they'd tussled on the bed. Ann thought he was huge and George hadn't said anything to dispel that notion. Six and one-eighth inches was a lot to have pushed into a girl's body. It made Ann squirm just to think about it.
i She put her finger against her hole again and pushed. This time, she penetrated herself more easily. She was well-juiced between the lips of her cunt, one of the things George liked about her. She added the second finger, then a third. Her cunt was extremely tight now and it made her gasp to pump her hips while she forced her fingers in and out.
"Yaaahhhh," she sighed, feeling a new tremor. Maybe she was going to make it this time! If she could just keep everything out of her mind except George's cock. The heat of it, the hardness of it! She squirmed faster, her ass plunging as a tickle began around her clit.
"Ohhh, ohhhh my!" She panted hoarsely, her eyes blinking rapidly as she wet her upper lip again and again with the end of her tongue. "Yessss!"
The phone rang so hard that it sounded like it was going to jump off the table. Like a knife through her pleasure, the sound tore away the hurrying frenzy of excitement Ann had so carefully nurtured. She gave a whine of frustration and swung her legs out of bed. It was all she could do to walk the few steps to the dresser.
"No, Mrs. Lamb, George isn't here... this is his wife speaking. Yes, he's married now... your what broke?"
Hanging up, Ann found the number of the handyman and dialed it with trembling fingers. She was still panting and her cunt was dripping slick juice down the inside of one thigh. She knew she'd never be able to recapture that shimmery feeling. She'd been so close to coming! She felt like crying now.
"Why does this have to happen my first day?" she whimpered, letting the phone ring seven times. Finally, someone answered. It was Mr. Jennings. Yes, he'd send someone over. His son. Ann almost insisted that he come himself. She wanted to make sure Mrs. Lamb's closet door got fixed right and stayed fixed. But Mr. Jennings sounded like he knew what he was doing. Ann thanked him, hung up and went to get dressed.
Slipping into a pair of satin jogging shorts, a halter top and some leather sandals, Ann brushed her long hair in front of the mirror. Her cunt had quit throbbing so hard, but it was still swollen under the cling of blue satin. She had left her panties off, for no special reason except that when her cunt was swollen up like this, underwear had a way of chafing her.
"Three days," she murmured, thinking of the time George would be away. "Three damn days." She gazed at her reflection, her short, freckled nose, her wide, full mouth, her green eyes which always seemed slightly moist. Her tits were straining against the top edge of the halter. Through the thin material, her nipples were large, firm lumps. She had the kind of translucent, white skin that made men stare. Small, delicate veins coursed along her neck and shoulders. The sound of a truck pulling up in front made her go to the window.
Ann met the young man at the door and they went up the hall stairs together. Mr. Jennings' son appeared to be close to her own age. This fact and the way he'd looked at her when she'd opened the front door now caused a blush to come to Ann's cheeks. He was walking behind her up the stairs. He had to be watching the graceful swing of her ass under the tightness of the satin shorts.
"I think this is Mrs. Lamb's apartment," she said. "I'm new here myself."
"George got married?" the young man asked, looking at her as if he couldn't believe that she was now the lady of the house.
"Yes. I'm Ann, his wife." Ann didn't know why she put out her hand, but when Mr. Jennings' son took it, she was glad she had. His fingers were strong and warm, and a shiver went through her. He pushed a lock of blond hair out of his eyes and grinned.
"I'm Robby. You can call me Rob." Rob's eyes met hers for only a second. He seemed to be staring now at the soft lines of her neck, then farther down. Mrs. Lamb answered the door with her shopping bag in one hand, her purse in the other.
"Oh, good! I'm so glad you're here. I'm on my way out to do some shopping. Just lock the place up behind you when you're through, please. I've got my key." She eyed Ann with a curiosity that didn't seem especially friendly. "So you're the new wife, huh? George sure robbed the cradle this time."
When the old woman was gone, Rob put his tools down and turned to Ann. She could hardly look at him, her cheeks were so flushed.
"Don't pay any attention to what that old bitch says," he told her. "None of her business who you're married to."
While the young man worked at the broken door, Ann walked around the apartment. She had a hot, trembling feeling and whenever she looked at Rob's strong shoulders and tanned arms, she felt weak in the knees. He was such a nice guy for saying what he did. He looked about her own age, maybe a year or two older. God, he had the nicest muscles. Without his t-shirt he was probably even more beautiful. Ann scolded herself for letting her imagination work overtime like that.
"Won't be but a few more minutes," Rob said, putting in a new screw. He worked quickly and easily, pausing only to get a new tool or brush the hair from his eyes. Ann felt drawn to him. She was so damned lonely without George to talk to. She knelt close by to watch him finish up the job.
"A little sandpaper on this, and the old gal won't ever know the door was busted in the first place."
"You're really good at what you do," Ann said. Her arm brushed Rob's thigh. She felt the touch like electricity. He stopped sanding the edge of the door and looked at her in a soft, yearning way.
"God, George is sure lucky. You're beautiful."
This small show of intimacy made Ann do something stupid. She put her hand on the young man's shoulder.
"That's the nicest compliment I've had today." Ann tried to move her hand, but couldn't.
"If I were George, I wouldn't go off anywhere and leave you alone."
Another shiver of excitement rushed through Ann's body. She was breathing rapidly now. She knew that the enjoyable interchange between this handsome young man and herself had gone far enough. It was up to her to end it in a polite but appreciative way. He'd given her a compliment, that was all. She was Mrs. George Anderson. Rob was the fix-it man who'd come to repair a closet door. Still, she hadn't moved her hand from his shoulder. The boy's blue eyes burned into hers.
Ann felt so weak inside that she could hardly stand. She did, though, walking quickly to the door. Rob gathered his tools and came after her. She had her hand on the knob but hadn't turned it yet.
"I've never seen anyone like you," Rob said, his voice softer than ever. Ann wanted to cry. She knew her willpower was leaking away. Her cunt was wet against the satin of her jogging shorts. She was excruciatingly aware of having nothing on underneath. Her big tits heaved inside the skimpy halter. Rob put his toolcase down. He reached out for her. All she had to do was say no, open the door, and lead him back downstairs. Instead, Ann let go of the knob.
"Don't, Rob... " she said, but he was already kissing her bare shoulder, nuzzling around the thin strap that was knotted there. He kissed the hollow of her neck and Ann thought she might faint. He smelled agreeably of cigarette smoke and mansweat. He was kissing her chest now and in panic, Ann clutched the sides of his head.
"No... "
"You're too beautiful to be hanging around in this big old house without anybody to keep you company."
"I'm married, Rob." She fought for air. "My husband keeps me company."
"Not now, he isn't."
"Rob... don't do that." Rob had nudged the edge of her halter down. He was untying the string across her shoulder. She struggled briefly, but the material slipped away to reveal her firm, fully rounded tit. For a moment, Rob gazed at it like he'd found some long lost treasure. His mouth was hot as he covered her nipple. Ann knew it was wrong. She'd never behaved like this in her whole life. And being married made her lack of will even worse. But she wanted Rob to kiss her. She wanted him to suck her tit. Her cunt leaked another flood of juice onto her shorts.
"Ohhhhhh, Rob."
"You're lovely. God, I want you so bad."
They couldn't do anything in Mrs. Lamb's apartment! It was awful, it was terribly wicked even to think of it. Yet, Ann's hand slipped behind her back and she made certain the key was turned in the lock. Rob's arms went around her as he sucked gently on her tit. She let her own hands move with their own freedom. She traced his chest and waist and hips. He was kissing her, kissing her, kissing her until she thought she'd faint.
"Let me get this off... "
"No, better not. We'd better go down now."
"Get this knot loose... " Rob's fingers worked as easily at her clothes as they had fixing the door. She felt her halter slip down her body. The young man undid it at the back and eased it free. His fingers looped in the elastic of her jogging shorts.
"Not yet. You're hurrying me. I've got to think."
"Who wants to think?" he whispered, his mouth hot and wet against hers. "I'd rather fuck."
The word startled Ann at first. George had never said it to her. In fact, no man had ever said it to her. It was one of those secret, naughty words people just kept inside their minds. Yet Rob had said it and it hadn't insulted her. She almost wanted him to say it again. He did.
"I'm wild to fuck you," he said, breathing heavily and pulling at her shorts. She was keeping him from taking them off. She already felt naked enough. She felt she was slipping. It only Rob would stop kissing her tits.
"You're hot," he said, sliding a finger down the front of her shorts. He pressed in against her mound. Juice soaked through the blue satin. He moved under her crotch and though she tried to grab his hand, Rob eased a finger into the gap in her shorts. She moaned and sagged weakly against his chest and his finger rolled her clit gingerly. The way he felt her made a slick, sexy sound. Overcome with passion, Ann found herself kissing Rob's chest through his t-shirt.
As Rob skinned her shorts slowly down her asscheeks, a thrill went through Ann like none she'd ever felt. Not even when George had tied her hands behind her had she felt anything like this! But she still had a thread of sanity left. She couldn't let this happen in Mrs. Lamb's apartment! She couldn't let the fix-it man undress her when she barely knew his name.
Ann wasn't sure how she twisted free of Rob's hold on her. She was running across the room, jerking her jogging shorts up. She lost her sandals and bumped up against a door. The door swung open and she saw Mrs. Lamb's ornate bedroom. Rob was behind her now, his hot hands petting her belly and tits.
"The old gal won't be back for hours."
"No, Rob. You're crazy."
"You think it's crazy for me to want to fuck you?" he whispered, his tongue wetting her ear. She kept her shorts pulled up as high as she could, the blue satin cutting between the plush, plump lips of her pussy.
"We can't... I can't. I'm married."
Rob pushed her into the room and she went sprawling onto the bed. He was on her like a tiger, his mouth blowing heat through her shorts, exciting her cunt even more. She whimpered as he moved his body up over her. He got out of his clothes so easily. She felt his chest against her tits.
When he kissed her open mouth, Ann knew she was lost. She put her arms tightly around his neck and kissed back with her tongue and teeth and everything she had. She rolled her hips hungrily and felt his cock now, big and hot and throbbing. It rubbed her thigh.
They were suddenly wild with passion. Rob was naked, his flesh warm and smooth against her belly. He wasn't going to bother taking her jogging shorts off. He'd found the leg opening large enough for what he wanted to do. Ann was past caring what might happen.
"Rob... ohhh, you're so big!"
The head of Rob's cock had plowed her lips apart. He rubbed it up and down over her clit until she was squirming in a frenzy of lust. She felt the tip slide into the hollow place where her hole began. He pushed his tongue between her teeth then and Ann whimpered and sucked on it.
"I'm going to fuck you, pretty lady," Rob whispered. His hips jerked and Ann gave a squeal as she felt her pussy open. She'd thought George was big. She hadn't guessed that a man's cock could be as big as Rob's was!
"Ohhhh, my God!"
"Hurt you?" he panted.
"A little bit! Ohhhh, you're wonderful! You're huge!" Ann rocked her hips and dug her fingers against the cheeks of the young man's ass. Her knees opened slowly, shyly.
Rob thrust again and this time the pain made Ann's mouth fly open.
"I don't want to hurt you, little girl."
"It's okay," Ann sighed, when she'd gotten her breath again. "Ohhhhh, do it again. Fuck me, Robby. I need you to fuck me so bad!"
Robby held her down while he wedged another inch of cock into her cunt. A line of blood streaked down the crack of her ass. Ann struggled, her muscles aching with the sting of penetration.
"I'm bleeding," she cried. "You'd better stop."
Rob shoved his t-shirt under her ass to keep anything from getting on Mrs. Lamb's bed covers, but he didn't pull his cock out of Ann's cunt. He licked her tits until the nipples had grown thick and hot. She panted faster, unable to make him stop. Her fingernails played at the nape of his neck. He began to fuck her again, forcing the head of his cock deeper, ever deeper.
"Nhhhuuhhh," Ann moaned, shivering. The itchy lust was making her squirm now. She felt the tickle begin around her clit and surge in waves through her belly and down her thighs. Her ass muscles shuddered with the same pleasure. Rob's cock was only halfway in her cunt and she was going to come. She was going to come like crazy!
CHAPTER TWO
Ann clung to Rob with both arms. She had lost all restraint now. With George gone, her passion had nowhere to go but here. She'd fingerfucked herself into a frenzy of frustration and then Rob had appeared. Now, with his cock slipped into the gap of her shorts, his pricktip gouging deeper into her pussy with every thrust, Ann was too far gone to stop.
"Whhuuhh, uhhh, nnhuuhh," she groaned, her ass plunging up and down on the bed. Her knees were drawn up and opened. Between her plush, white thighs, she cradled the tan body of the young man she'd only just met. He was forcing his big cock into her with powerful movements of his hips. Ann was coming.
"Nhhaaaaah!" she cried, the itchy pleasure ravishing her senses. She couldn't move fast enough. It was like trying to scratch an itch that only grew more intense with the scratching. She dug her nails into the young man's back and kissed his cheek while he nuzzled in the sweaty fragrance of her neck.
"Commmming... " she whimpered, her hips plunging and rocking and thrusting against the force of Rob's cock as it speared her. With a final shudder, she went limp and her lips curled. He kissed her face over and over. She realized that he'd stopped trying to get any more of his cock into her body. But it felt so nice, squeezed in the hot cushion of her pussy.
"I've never made it with any girl in my life who came as quick as you just did," he breathed, kissing her closed eyes each in its turn. "You must have needed this."
"Yes." It was all she could manage to say. Ann knew it was the truth. She moved her hips slowly, enjoying the thrilling afterglow of the fuck. The fuck! It was the way Rob had said it that made her like the word. There wasn't anything really wrong with it. It was a beautiful word when Rob said it. It was beautiful when he did it too.
"I couldn't stop," she said after a while. "You... " She shivered and nuzzled her open mouth against his neck. "You're wonderful."
"You're wonderful too," Rob said, starting to move his hips again. Ann tensed. Now that her tensions had been let go, she began to feel guilty. She was a married woman, married to the man who owned this house. And she and Rob were on Mrs. Lamb's bed! She turned her mouth away from his kiss.
"You'd better let me up."
"I haven't finished yet."
"But... "
Rob kissed her hard, his hands gouging into her hips until Ann gave an excited cry. Though she'd just come, his sudden thrusting made her shiver again. She felt his cock going deeper into her tight, hot pussy. How much more of him was there? She whined as his lips ravished one of her nipples again. He thrust rhythmically, his cock making the soft, slippery noises that sounded so beautiful. Ann began to move her own hips, working with him, panting with him.
"I feel so wicked," she said, loving his mouth on her neck. Her cunt was feeling all tingly again. Just like it had when Rob had first slipped his cock between her thigh and her shorts. She tilted her hips faster. The juice from her excitement had drenched her satin shorts. She felt feverish and swollen and Rob was pressing his body down against her, rubbing her clit in a thrilling way.
"Ohhh, Rob!" She kissed him hungrily. This new surge of passion surprised Ann, even shocked her. She'd thought her climax was over, but here she was going at it again as a second tingle built quickly in the seeping heat of her pussy.
Rob was breathing heavily, his hands sliding down her back so he could cup her prancing asscheeks. Ann panted faster, her head thrown back, her eyes glazed with the pleasure Rob was giving her.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhmmmmmm," she moaned, bending her knees sharply and lifting her feet over Rob's back. He plunged and squirmed against her, his thrusts strong now, deeper than before. She felt the head of his cock. It gouged at her tight insides, sliding back into the juicy, velvety flesh until she couldn't stand it!
"You're all the way in!" she cried out, feeling the bump of his balls against her body. "Ohhh, my God! Ohhhh, it's so good!"
"Ann!" Rob panted. "Ohhhh, Ann!"
His voice sounded so strange. He growled the words and by now his movements had become convulsive and wild. Ann had never noticed this so much with George. She was crazy about it though. She hugged the muscled young man against her pale softness, her ass lurching up from the bed. Their bellies were clinging with sweaty sexiness and she let him suck her tongue as his cock seemed to nearly split her.
"Baby," Rob groaned. "Babeeeee!"
Something was making his cock throb. She felt him tense up, felt the anguished whimper as his excitement reached a peak. The hot spurts came suddenly and the throbbing jerks of his cock made Ann cry out, too.. She couldn't believe it, but she was going to come again!
"Darling," she cried, fucking her ass in wild circles against Mrs. Lamb's bed. "Ohhhhh, darling!"
This time, the maddening itch between her cuntlips grew intense very fast. Ann opened her mouth to scream again, but no sound came out. Just a tiny gurgling noise as her pussy spasmed with hot pleasure around the cummy, thrusting hardness of Rob's big cock.
Losing what little control she had left, Ann dug her heels into the cheeks of the young man's ass and plunged her slick crotch up and down in rhythm to his fucking. The hot cum kept spurting and leaking from her cuntlips. Her mouth was savage, biting Rob's neck and shoulder. He held onto her bucking, twisting body, planting his hot cock deep into her belly.
The squirming went on, even after she'd finished her orgasm. Ann couldn't stop moving. It felt wonderful to rub her pussy around like that. Rob's cock was still big, still thrusting in and out!
"Ohh, ohhhhh, Rob!"
The boy kissed her mouth and chin. He seemed a bit surprised at her reaction to the lovemaking. Ann blushed. She'd surprised herself, too.
"You've got to let me up now," she hissed, trying to push him away. She kept getting the feeling that someone might break into the room at any time. She could just see her husband's face if he saw something like this! Of course he couldn't know. She had to make sure of that.
Rob was wiping his cock lazily as he watched Ann wobble to her feet. Hot cum streaked down one leg as she looked to see just how wet the crotch of her satin jogging shorts was. Another flush of excitement made her sigh. She'd been fucked and had never even taken off her shorts. Now, if she could just get out of here before somebody saw her.
Jerking her top on, Ann didn't even bother to tie it as she hurried downstairs. Rob had said something as she fled Mrs. Lamb's apartment but she hadn't turned to answer him. Right now, she was scared. She'd done something without much thought about it. Was it possible that anybody had heard them carrying on? She had screamed pretty loud once.
Once she was alone in her own bathroom, Ann peeled off her shorts and stared for a moment at the white smear of cum across her cunthair. Her pussy was still swollen from being so thoroughly fucked. There were flecks of white here and there and her flesh was inflamed and glistening with her own juices.
"Oh, God, that was nice!"
She ran her fingers slowly down her body, feeling her own tits like Rob had felt them, tracing the inward curve of her waist. She could see why the young boy was excited about fucking her. Ann was seeing herself in a new light, too. She was sexy, even if her own husband had hardly noticed her that morning.
"When Rob was tight inside me, he could feel me squeezing him," Ann whispered, reliving the scene. "He felt my muscles squeezing him. Mmmmmm, I like to squeeze a man's cock."
Soaping herself, Ann washed her cunt thoroughly, making sure there weren't any traces left to remind her of what had happened. It'd been fun, but now she had to forget it. She couldn't start fooling around on her husband. She had to think of this episode with Rob as an accident, a thrilling accident at that, but still just an accident. She'd go about her business like nothing had ever happened. She couldn't dwell on what had happened for too long.
Yet, as the days passed, Ann couldn't forget a single moment of her hurried, hot fuck with the son of the fix-it man. When George got home from his business trip, she hoped that he would make her forget. The first night, he complained of being overtired. The following morning, Ann was coming unglued. She rolled over against George as he slept and wrapped her arms around his middle. With careful, teasing movements, she pulled his cock out of his pajamas and began to jack the skin up and down. After being fucked by Rob, George's prick felt small. But it was better than no cock at all. She kept working him rhythmically with one hand while squeezing his balls with the other.
George awakened quickly and with a big smile, threw her onto her back. Ann had wanted to make it last. She'd been in the mood for some fun, not just a quick thrust or two. But that was what her husband gave her. That was all he gave her.
"Ohh, you're hot inside," George moaned, pumping faster. His cock had slipped into her juicy, fevered flesh easily and now he was pumping like a some kind of crazy machine. Ann couldn't seem to match her own movements to his, couldn't seem to make him rub her the way she really needed rubbing.
"Don't come yet," she sighed, plunging her hips in a frantic way. She had to get him to slow down. She just had to come or she'd go crazy. Her husband seemed totally oblivious to any of this. He grabbed her ass and fucked even faster.
Ann nearly cried when he moaned, and then spurted inside her cunt. She went limp, her head turned to the side, her mouth slack from the effort of trying but not succeeding. George kissed her cheek and nose and, after a moment, eased his cock free of her tight hole. Now Ann felt numb. Numb and angry.
"Nice way to wake up, honey," George mumbled, not even noticing that she was lying there in agony. Maybe he didn't even care.
"It sure would be nice if I got to come sometime," Ann dared to say, biting her lip the moment the words had left her tongue.
George glanced at her a second, then laughed. "Sorry, Ann. But when you roll over on me like you did this morning, it's kind of hard for a man to hold back. You smell so good in the morning." He ran a hand along her belly and Ann hoped he'd put his finger in her cunt. Anything!
George smacked her thigh lightly and got up. She head him brushing his teeth and gargling and singing to himself while he shaved. Ann couldn't move. She was thinking about Rob. About his wonderful, throbbing cock.
She was remembering how it had felt when the young man had pushed his prick up into the gap of her jogging shorts. This made her smile and under the sheet, her clit began to throb.
Licking her finger, Ann eased it between the lips of her cunt. Slowly, gingerly, she rubbed herself into a warm, wet state. She rocked her hips and thought of Rob. He was kneeling between her open thighs, putting his cock into her. She pretended he thrust it to the hilt and then fell upon her with his full weight.
"I'm going to have to drive down to Watsonville," her husband said from the bathroom.
"Oh? I'll miss you, darling," Ann said back. She was trembling with excitement. She could think only of Rob.
"Sure you wouldn't like to come with me? I'll only be gone for one night, so the house could probably take care of itself."
Moving her ass faster, Ann took a deep, slow breath through her nostrils. Rob was biting her mouth. He was fucking her wildly, his ass dancing under her clenched fingers. The daydream was a nice one. She didn't want to spoil it by having to talk to George.
"Well? What do you say?" He stood in the doorway, looking at her in the funniest way. "What in the hell are you doing, Ann?"
Ann sat up and glared at him. "I'm finger- fucking. If it's any of your damned business.
George turned his back and closed the bathroom door. An hour later he had packed and driven away from the house without saying goodbye to Ann. She didn't care. From the kitchen window, she waited until his station wagon was out of sight. Walking quickly to the wall phone, Ann dialed a number with shaking fingers.
"Hello? Mr. Jennings... I was wondering if Rob might be able to stop by and... Oh, you say Rob isn't working today?"
Ann went on mumbling into the phone, but she felt as if her day were tearing up around her. She made some lame excuse to Mr. Jennings why he couldn't fix what she needed to get fixed and hung up. Immediately, she wondered if she'd made her refusal too obvious.
"He probably knows what's up," Ann breathed to herself, leaning against the wall. Her cunt was on fire. And where was Rob? Where did a young man go on his day off?
Making herself a stiff drink, Ann looked at herself in the hall mirror. She'd been feeling so wicked, so depraved that she'd expected the reflection of an older, more worldly woman. But her own face staring back was that of a young, freckle-faced girl with a short, upturned nose and wide, innocent, blue eyes. She tried to make a sexy expression but it only looked silly. She was starting to get a bit drunk. Where was Rob? She needed him so much!
On her way downstairs, Ann passed Mrs. Lamb and the old woman thanked her for so promptly fixing her closet. Ann was relieved that she was not suspected by the gossipy Mrs. Lamb. She'd been lucky. Why push her luck?
Ann didn't stop though. She went out into the sun and turned down the walk. She started to jog. She would have to start looking for Rob. The ache inside her wasn't going to go away by itself.
The first place Ann looked was the local swimming pool. A couple of guys her own age gave her a long look, but they both knew she was married and treated her with a kind of boring respect that irritated Ann. She almost wished she wasn't married!
Rob was nowhere in sight. Ann hung around awhile, wishing she could ask someone. That wouldn't do, of course. She couldn't let it be known that Mrs. George Anderson was jogging around town in search of Rob, the fix-it boy.
"How do you like married life?" an old girlfriend called to her as she turned from the pool.
"It's great!" Ann called back with mock happiness on her face. The lie made her want to spit. She was beginning to wonder if George really appreciated her. After all, she was young and pretty. She was five-feet-seven with most of it legs. She had big, firm tits with the nicest nipples. She had fine, brown hair that got a little bleached out in the summer sun. She got looks everywhere she went. But that morning, her very own husband had ignored her needs. He'd taken what he'd needed and had left her alone.
The whiskey Ann had drunk was still working on her. In fact, she wanted more. Why couldn't she get a drink? She was a married woman, wasn't she? Jogging slower now, she saw the flashing neon of an early opened bar. Some people started at ten in the morning! Ann felt a little thrill as she considered going into the dark, cool place. Taking a deep breath, she tossed her head and turned to cross the street. She was going in.
The place was even darker, even cooler than she'd expected. Wearing only her jogging shorts, red ones today, and a skimpy top of an old bikini, Ann trembled under the gaze of half a dozen rough-looking men along the bar. When she realized they were smiling, she gave a shy smile back and took the nearest barstool as her own.
"What you gonna have, little lady?" the man behind the bar said. As he looked at her more closely, his eyes narrowed. "You do have an I.D. don't you?"
"My husband is George Anderson!" Ann blurted, feeling stupid the moment she'd said it.
"Oh, I-know George. Old crazy George!" The bartender winked and leaned closer, his elbow on the bar. "I've gotta say, George sure had good taste. What did you want to go and marry that idiot for?"
Ann didn't know whether it was a joke or not, but she laughed loudly anyhow. When both of them had stopped laughing, Ann took a breath.
"Can I have a martini, please?" She'd never had one in her life. But she'd heard the word so many times. It was something sophisticated people always drank, wasn't it? The bartender smiled broadly.
"Honey, you can have anything in this whole damn place."
When he came back with her drink, he shook his head when she reached into the little zipper pocket in her shorts for the ten-dollar bill she had there.
"It's on the house. And if you want another one, you just holler."
"Why, thank you," Ann said, her voice barely above a whisper, her big blue eyes as wide as they'd ever been. The bartender looked at her like he already had all her clothes off. As he walked slowly away, she heard him mumbling something about the temptations of the flesh and stuff.
Ann slurped her drink, wanting to feel the alcohol hit her blood hard. It was a crazy day. She felt wild and free and frightened, too. The martini hit her like a ton of bricks then. She swayed a little on the barstool, licking her lips. While she was fishing for the olive with a toothpick, she felt a looming presence nearby.
"Hi, sweetheart," the man said. He had a beard and his eyes were dark and deep. He looked like he took up two barstools. Ann swallowed hard and tried to appear as if she had everything in hand.
"Hi, yourself," she said back. It was the silliest thing she'd ever uttered. The big, bearded man didn't seem to think so. She saw he was younger than the beard made him look. He watched her sip her martini with interest.
"You aren't used to that kind of stuff, are you?"
This time, Ann decided to be truthful. "Nope." She weaved forward and immediately felt his large, strong hands grasping her shoulders.
"Hey, you'd better take it easy."
"Yep! I'm a little dizzy, I guess."
Ann didn't know what was happening. She felt herself being helped from the bar. The strength of the arms around her made her shiver. The hot sun blinded her. Where was she? She was in the cab of a truck. A big truck. The bearded man was driving the big truck. Ann felt wind hitting her face and sat up. She felt a little better. But very drunk.
"Oh, wow! My head is really spinning." She looked at the bearded man. "Wha's your name? Where are we going?"
"My name's Nat," the man said. He put a hand out, squeezing his big fingers down around Ann's thigh. She felt frightened but something else was burning behind the fear. She looked bravely into Nat's eyes.
"I'm married, you know. I live right here in town. You'd better be careful."
"You're the one who'd better be careful," Nat said with a grin, turning his rig onto the ramp that would put them on the interstate.
Ann looked around nervously. "We're leaving town," she said.
"I've got to pick up a load in Evansville," Nat told her, shifting gears with an ease that Ann couldn't ignore. He was so big and strong and confident. She found herself excited at the thought of being forcibly taken from town. Nat turned to see her expression.
"You're beautiful. I couldn't let you sit in there in that bar and waste yourself with martinis. I've got better things for you."
"What would you have that I might be interested in?" Ann said, tilting her nose up.
"This." Nat patted his crotch. Under his levis, Ann could see the lump. Like a thick snake creeping down his thigh, Nat's cock was huge.
"Oh," Ann said, surprised.
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Nat said. It was more a statement of fact than a question. And when Ann couldn't answer, it was answer enough.
"Why don't you just go on and climb back in my sleeper," the trucker said, jerking his head toward the curtains behind them. Ann stared at him like he was out of his mind.
"What did you say? Who do you think I am?" Ann said.
"Go on, crawl back there. You're about to piss your panties. As soon as I can find a place to pull over, I'll join you."
Ann stared straight ahead. She couldn't believe this guy! But her cunt was making the crotch of her red jogging shorts very damp. She put her face in her hands, then looked at Nat again. He gave her a look that made her breath come short and fast.
The next thing she knew, she was crawling into the sleeper part of the cab. The curtain closed behind her. Ann lay on her back, breathing deep and hard. Then her fingers found the tie of her bikini top and she slipped it loose. Next she was slipping her shorts off, panties along with them. She was panting by now. She knew what she needed. The big, sexy trucker was going to give it to her, too.
Ann felt the truck bump off the highway and, after another mile, it stopped. The engine died with a wheeze and the curtain was jerked open. When Nat saw her naked, he smiled and grabbed her hand to press it against his mouth. Ann gave a moan as his tongue explored her palm and tickled between her fingers.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, turning to him. Nat cupped her head, pulled her mouth against his. God, he knew how to kiss! She squirmed excitedly in his embrace, her heart pounding, her cunt throbbing. Nat crawled into the sleeper with her, shedding his clothes on the way.
Ann didn't see his cock at first. But she felt it. It was pressed against her belly and it was very hot. Ann let Nat kiss her. His tongue stabbed deep into her mouth, thrilling her more than she'd expected. His hands moved softly against her young body, touching the wet, throbbing slickness between her cuntlips until she groaned his name and worked her hips hungrily.
"Oh, Nat!"
He moved so that his cock was close to her mouth. Ann shivered, a little afraid now of what he wanted. Nat took her head in his hands and forced it lower. She could feel the heat of him. His cocktip touched her cheek.
"No... " she gasped.
"Yes," Nat said and forced her soft, wet lips down over the head of his cock.
CHAPTER THREE
It was the first time in her life that Ann had ever sucked a cock. The shock and thrill of it made her whimper as she rolled her tongue across the two lobes under Nat's cockhead. She couldn't think, couldn't guess what she was supposed to do. Yet, the shape of the big man's cockhead seemed to fit her tongue and mouth in a strangely thrilling way. She sucked harder, her licking movements making Nat pull in a quick breath.
"That's it, baby! Jesus."
Ann was thrilled by her ability to excite the trucker. She grabbed his cock with both hands and wallowed her mouth around, her tongue slipping wetly across the swollen head, her lips sliding up and down Nat's shaft.
"Uhhhh, that's fantastic!" Nat clutched her head a little harder. His breathing was ragged and he moved his hips around like Ann was trying to brand him. This excited her all the more. She let her teeth edge into the spongy meat of his cockhead, her tongue pressing and sliding and caressing him.
"Ohhhh, baby, you're eating me alive!" Nat said.
"Mmmmmm," Ann cooed back. She was really getting into it. She'd never thought that sucking some stranger's cock could excite her like this. She was wild for it. The shape and heat of Nat's prick was making her half crazy! She slid her wet lips up and down, tonguing his throbbing meat as she sucked him.
"Uhhh, uhhhhhh, babeeee!" Nat groaned.
Ann bit him a little and enjoyed his squirming movements. She slowed her sucking, letting her tongue play around that flared tip until the big trucker was panting and trembling. She bit his cock again, doing it gently while her tongue continued to play against the slick, sensitive surfaces.
"Ahhhhh," the trucker groaned, grasping her head again.
"Mmmmmm," Ann cooed back, her brown hair bobbing as she moved her head up and down. Her lips tightened around his cock. Spit was dripping everywhere. Nat thrust his hips, fucking her mouth while she sucked him.
"Baby, you know how to do it!" he said.
The big man pulled her around, kissing his way along her belly as he yearned toward her seepy, overheated cunt. When Nat pressed his lips against her plush cuntlips, Ann whimpered and bit his cocktip a little harder. Now the shivery lust was knifing through her even as she suckled Nat's throbbing prick. His tongue ravished her dainty clit. His lips sucked her juices. She squirmed and bit down on him again.
"Easy, little darling," he grunted, pulling in a shaky breath as his cock pulsed where she was biting it. Ann eased up, her tongue smearing hot spit across the place she'd hurt him.
The two of them were in the sixty-nine position now. Ann was thrilled by it all, thrilled that Nat wanted to do something so far out. George had never suggested that anything like this was even possible.
"Yhhuummmm," Ann breathed, slurping hungrily, her tight lips riding up and down Nat's huge cock while he feasted on her young, pink cunt.
The loving grew more frantic. Ann couldn't seem to get enough of Nat's cock into her mouth. She dared to let the streamlined tip edge between her tonsils. With a large resolve of will, she kept herself from gagging. She wanted more! She wanted his cock in her throat!
Both of then were writhing and twisting and when Nat grabbed the cheeks of her ass with his huge hands, she thought she'd come right then. He dug his fingers into her pale flesh, drawing her pussy around his face, until his tongue was thrusting deep into her hole.
"Yaaaaahhhh," Ann babbled, her tongue still lolling around the trucker's cock. She could feel how huge and hard he was. His prick was jumping, the tip of it bumping the roof of her mouth. She flicked her tongue back and forth on his cockhead. Her clit was about to explode! If Nat would just suck on it a few more seconds.
"Huuuuhhhh," the big man moaned. Ann curved her soft tongue into a U and pushed it forward and back. The cushiony caresses seemed to send Nat trembling over the edge. He burrowed his mouth between the plump lips of her pussy and almost instantly, his cock spurted thick, white cream into the back of her throat.
Ann gulped the cummy mess, her tongue never stopping, her lips milking the length of Nat's prickshaft. Nat was torturing her clit with his licking, too. Ann's hips lurched from side to side until she could hardly stand it. Cum dripped from her nose as she suckled noisily on the trucker's cock. She could feel the pulsing joy rushing down upon her.
"Whhhuuuhhhhnmmmm," she moaned, plunging her ass in a furious spasm of ecstasy.
She rubbed the full length of her cunt up and down against Nat's face while his tongue speared her hole, then teased her clit again.
All the while, her mouth pulled at his huge, spurting cock. His cum was salty in her throat. The stuff was leaking from the corners of her mouth too, glazing her chin and cheeks.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, honey!" she whimpered, only her lips petting the blue head of his cock now, her tongue teasing the last few spurts of Nat's cum out of his balls.
"Baby, you stripped my gears," Nat said.
"Ohhh, Nat!" Ann was still squirming, her pussy hot and tingly after the sudden orgasm Nat had caused her to have. His lips brushed her tender flesh again and she whimpered and pressed her hands against the nape of his neck, forcing him to eat upon her a little longer. She'd never had enough loving from George... she knew that now. She hadn't even known what love-making was all about.
For a while, they lay there, happy to rest in each other's arms. Ann was still a bit drunk and she craved another drink before she started to get a headache or feel guilty about what she'd done. How could she feel guilty though? She'd never been loved like this. Rob and Nat had showed her things she might have gone through life without. She had them now and she didn't want to let them go.
"Better drive on for a bit," Nat said, struggling into his pants and easing out of the sleeper and back behind the wheel. Ann watched his muscles move under his t-shirt. When the rig was back on the interstate, she slipped naked onto the seat, her firm tits quivering as she turned to press her cheek against his shoulder.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Like I said, I've got to pick up a load in Evansville. We'll stop somewhere and get something to eat, maybe catch a little rest." Nat winked and pushed a lock of brown, curly hair off his forehead.
"I'd like that, Nat," Ann said, happy that the big man enjoyed looking at her naked body while he drove. The rig moved along powerfully. Ann closed her eyes and thought of the cock she'd just sucked. She thought of it going between the lips of her pussy. It would hurt her a little! It was much bigger than George's cock, even bigger than Rob's nice one. She wanted it, though. She wanted it bad. She wanted to feel it spearing her to the hilt.
After Nat had picked up his load, he drove to a truckstop on the outskirts of Evansville. By this time, Ann was trembling with anticipation. She knew he wanted her too. His levis were bulging where he kept that beautiful, big cock of his. Ann kept stroking the faded denim, giving him soft-eyed looks. She was dressed again, of course, but it didn't seem to matter to Nat. It was as if he could see right through her shorts and bikini top.
Nat got a room and bought a bottle and after they'd eaten, they hurried upstairs and closed the door behind them. She was in his arms immediately, her long, slender body moving against him, her mouth open for him to kiss.
Nat made drinks and Ann slugged hers down and danced around on the bed, daring him to catch her. It didn't take Nat long. He threw her down and began to eat her again. For a while, Ann thought she wouldn't have the will to make him stop. Somehow, she squirmed free and headed for the bathroom, her jogging shorts dangling around one ankle.
Nat caught up with her under the shower. He lathered his hands and spread the soapy slickness over her trembling body. Ann soaped his cock and jacked it with both of her small, thin hands. Nat liked this so much, she thought he might want her to finish him like that.
"Slow down, let's try something else," he said at last, lifting her up until her cunt was even with his belly. Ann whimpered and squirmed and kissed him hungrily as he let her ease down on his uplifted cock.
Grabbing him with both hands, Ann helped fit the head of his prick against her slippery cunthole. She was rocking her hips, panting loudly, her eyes wide with the shock of being fucked like that. But her nervous pussy was too tight to let Nat inside.
"God, baby, you're going to be tight to fuck."
"Maybe we'd better do it on the bed! It does hurt when it starts going in... ohhhh!"
Gently, Nat eased her away from his prick and they finished the shower and dried each other off. The look of Nat's big chest, his muscled shoulders and legs, made Ann tremble. She'd begun to wonder if maybe it was impossible for the giant to fuck her. She didn't intend to give up without a lot of trying.
"Lick me again," she whimpered, thrusting her hips from side to side as she lay on the bed. Nat licked her until her juices were flowing, wetting the dainty, pink flesh of her cunt. She felt ready. If it had been Rob, they would already have fucked. This wasn't Rob, though. Nat's cock was at least eight-and-a-half inches long and as thick as a flashlight. It felt heavy in her hand as she sat cross-legged and cradled it so that she could bathe the steamy surface with her tongue.
"Uhhh, that's gonna make it go in a lot easier, honey," Nat told her.
"Do you think I'm ready?" she asked, biting her Hp in fear.
"Let's try. I'm not gonna hurt you, little angel."
Ann closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and clenched her fists by her side. At first, Nat just rubbed his pricktip up and down her crevice. Slowly, her tenseness went away. She began to pant faster. She began to moan under her breath. The velvety-smooth head of Nat's cock felt so nice as it slid across her clit.
He licked her nipples while he did this, his tongue never stopping a second. She arched her back, pressing her tits up to him. They were the size of grapefruits, perfectly round and firm. Where her nipples were, delicate blue veins ran just under the surface of her skin. That was where Nat was licking.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed, wallowing her tits against his mouth while he patted her wet cunt with his cock.
"Feel good, sweetheart?" Nat asked.
"Makes me want to scream, it feels so good!" she said.
She bent her knees a little more, less afraid now. Her cunt, though, was still tight, the muscles pinched closed as if they knew that there was no way Nat's cock would ever fit into her body.
"Relax," he whispered, kissing her neck and the soft spot behind one ear lobe. Ann turned her head to let him nurse at that particularly sensitive place. As he licked her more, her cunt softened and began to open slightly. Nat felt this and eased the head of his Cock forward, the smooth, glossy tip gliding between her pink folds until her muscles stopped him again.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, isn't that nice?" she panted, her fingers curled around his shoulders.
"It's beautiful," he panted back. "I've never felt a girl this tight before."
"Nat... uuhhhhhh, Nat!"
Nat licked her other ear and this too seemed to help her relax. By the time he'd returned to her tits, her cunt was throbbing and the muscles had eased open enough to let the head of his cock nestle almost inside her body. Only the flared ridge was still outside. He gave a quick thrust and Ann felt his cock slip past the restricting muscles of her cunt. There was a soft, wet pop as he fit himself inside her pussy.
"Oh! The head of it is inside me now!" She bit her lip proudly, her tits heaving as she breathed. "Does it feel nice to you?"
"It's the hottest, softest thing I've ever felt," Nat whispered. His hips moved gently as he forced another inch of cock into her cunt. Ann touched his back and felt the humped, muscled rise of his ass under her palms as he worked his prick deeper.
"Ohhh, you fuck so nice!" she whimpered.
Carefully, Ann slipped a hand between her belly and Nat's. She found the thick, juice-slickened shaft of his cock and traced it to the end where it disappeared inside her. Her pussy was so stretched! The sex juices leaked out, wetting the gentle penetration, but it was so damned tight it made her tremble.
Deeper inside her cunt, she could feel that barbed head gouging wonderfully at her pussy. She tilted her hips to one side and felt the tightness even better. With shy fingers, she found the big man's balls and cupped them with gentle squeezes until he let out a gasp of air and kissed her mouth hungrily.
"You sweet little bitch," he murmured, fucking harder. Her cunt was being speared with his huge, hard cock! Ann squirmed, finding the pain not nearly so bad as the pleasure was good. It felt wonderful to be fucked!
"Uhhhh, do it faster."
"I don't want to hurt you, baby doll."
"It hurts, but not very much! Ohh, Nat, your cock is so wonderful! Do it harder! I don't care if it hurts me a little bit!"
Sliding his big hands under her ass, Nat fucked harder.
"Yesssss!" Ann babbled, her head thrown back to reveal her long white neck. Nat licked and kissed her there while his hips plunged, while his cock drove deeper into the squishy, tight softness of her pussy.
"Whhhuuuuhh," she panted, drawing her knees back until they almost touched her tits. Nat held his body above her, only his cock touching. Then he lowered himself on her and thrust with a wildness that frightened her. Ann felt his prick sliding so deep, she didn't know what might happen!
"You okay, honey?" Nat asked, stopping when he felt her tense.
"Yes! I'm fine! I love the way you fuck me, Nat. I love it!"
Ann's brown hair was splashed across the pillow while Nat kissed her mouth, his hands pulling her ass upward against his thrusts. She squealed and her bottom did a trembling dance as his prickshaft eased back and stabbed her to the hilt. She was really getting fucked now! She was getting fucked all the way!
"Uhh, uhhhhh," she groaned, throwing her arms around Nat tightly as her hips switched, her ass plunged up and down. He held to her, his balls bumping her body softly as he went deep again and again.
"Ohhhhh, baby," Nat groaned, licking her open mouth. They kissed and bit and sucked each other's tongues and lips and Ann felt her pussy muscles squeezing the head of Nat's prick until he was shaking all over.
"I can make it do that," she said proudly.
"So I see," Nat said, obviously pleased with her talents.
The bed thumped under them as Ann lifted her legs above Nat's back and crossed her ankles. She squeezed his middle, pumping and rubbing and fucking him like crazy. Nat fucked wildly, too, his cock stripping pure pleasure from her cunt as she wiggled under him.
"Oh!" Ann cried, biting his shoulder. "Ohhh, it's crazy! It's good!"
Nat held her slim ass in his hands, plunging his cock to the deepest, hottest part of her cunt. Ann gasped and sucked her belly under her ribs as she felt the tingling excitement grow. Nat kissed her ear, then her mouth.
"Baby... " he said.
"Ohhh, Nat!"
"Coming good," he groaned, and Ann realized that the hot, thick cream was bubbling into her cunt and she was coming, too, her legs squeezing tightly around the big man's waist.
"Wow! Ohhhh, wow!"
Ann felt as if the whole world were centered around her throbbing clit now. She bucked and wiggled, rubbing the inflamed nugget of flesh against Nat's big cock. She groaned and whimpered and bit his lips and begged for the fucking to go on.
Nat's hot cum was being pumped deep into her thrashing body. As it oozed around her cuntlips and dripped down her ass, Ann knew that she'd been fucked like she'd never been fucked before. She arched her body up from the bed, babbling love words to the muscular trucker, digging her nails into his back.
"Uhhh, lick my titties some more, Nat! Please!" And he did lick them, his cock still surging, thrusting, fucking.
CHAPTER FOUR
It hadn't been easy to get away from Nat without giving him her phone number, but Ann had managed just that. She'd promised him a dozen times that they could get together again. Nat was gone on her. On the drive back from Evansville, he fingerfucked her on the long, slow hills and Ann sucked his cock as the rig barreled along at eighty on the downhill runs.
Finally, Nat had made her strip and sit on his lap, his big cock shoved deep into her pussy. They were so high in that cab that no one could really tell what was going on. Ann squirmed and wiggled while Nat hugged his arms around her and held the wheel. It was wonderful sitting on his beautiful big cock like that, feeling it throb and thrust and stretch her.
Ann came twice before they got to town. Nat came, too, his cock being squeezed and rubbed by her tight, hot hole as she sagged weakly against his chest and he somehow managed to keep the big truck on the highway.
Ann made him drop her off in front of the bar where they met. She waited until he was out of sight before hurrying home through the night. She'd only just finished a shower and was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her swollen cunt when the phone rang. It was George calling to say that he would be in early the next morning. After she'd hung up, Ann made herself a drink and went to bed. It wasn't easy to sleep. Her head was full of fucking.
When dawn came, she got out of bed, unable to sleep. Though she'd had more sex the day before than she usually had in months, she was horny all over again. Twice, she picked up the phone and put it down again. She was thinking of Rob. She couldn't get tangled up with him right now, not with George due in at any time. But maybe she could make a date for later. She had to hear his voice. He was the only other man she knew intimately besides Nat, the trucker. After going at it with Nat, Ann was a little curious about how it would feel to fuck Rob again.
She dialed his number at last, resolved to hang up if anyone but Rob answered the phone.
"Rob! Thank God it's you."
The boy was glad to hear from her and started suggesting right off that they get together. Ann had to put him off until at last she couldn't resist the fun things he was suggesting.
"Okay, I'll meet you over here at ten o'clock. If you see the upstairs curtain of my room pulled closed, don't come in. My husband will be in sometime this morning and I don't want him to get any ideas."
But it turned out that there wasn't any problem with George. When he drove in, he was bushed from his trip and after Ann had made him breakfast and listened to him ramble about the deals he'd closed while away, he went to bed. Ann wasn't surprised that he didn't suggest that she join him. She was quickly finding out that her husband had a very low-voltage libido. His sex drive was stuck in reverse.
Ann saw Rob's fix-it truck pull up out front and waved from the window she had told him to notice. He grinned and came in, toolbox in hand. Ann hurried downstairs in skirt, top and sandals, her long, brown hair flowing back over her shoulders. She was surprised to find herself so hungry for sex after her night with Nat. Robby looked good to her as she took his hand and started down the basement stairs.
"There's an old washing machine down here that has needed fixing for months. I know George has forgotten about it, but since I'm supposed to be taking care of this place, I don't see why I shouldn't call you to have it fixed, do you?"
Rob put an arm around her waist. "Sounds like a great excuse," he said, nuzzling her hair. Ann reached for the wall switch at the bottom of the stairs, but Rob was kissing her then and she put her hand behind his neck instead.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice," she cooed as he worked his tongue around her earlobe. His body was warm and smelled lightly of sweat. Ann burrowed her mouth in the hollow of his neck while the young man's hand rested between her thighs.
"You're wet," he sighed, rubbing a finger along the satin crotch of her panties.
"From thinking of you," Ann sighed back.
"Where can we...?" Rob looked around in the darkness.
"Don't you think you'd better get a few tools out and make it look like you're working on the washing machine?" Ann suggested.
"Yeah, guess you're right."
Ann strolled around the cool, dark base- ment while Rob took the back panel off the broken appliance. She didn't expect George to wake up and start hunting for her, but if he did, she wanted to make sure she had an alibi for being down here with Rob. Her pussy was throbbing and her panties had gotten so wet they were sticking to the feverish flesh between her cuntlips. She found a pile of old mattresses in a corner. Her heart pounded faster as she anticipated being fucked. Behind her, she could hear the clink of Rob's pliers as he worked behind the washing machine.
"That should do it," he said, wiping his hands clean on a rag and turning to her. "I suppose we could hear the door open at the top of the steps, right?"
"Let's hope," Ann smiled, tilting her head. Rob hurried over to her, sweeping her into his arms. He ground his hips against her, pressing her back against the pile of mattresses.
Ann ran her fingers between his legs, fumbling with the buttons of his jeans until she got a hand inside. As she straightened his hot, damp cock, Rob sighed and licked her mouth.
She let him skin her top off, let him feast on the risen nipples of her firm, white tits. She loved to have her tits kissed. It made her cunt ache to feel a male tongue stroking and wetting her there.
Rob had loosened her dress now and she stepped out of it and hung it on an old clothes line that crossed the room. In the dusty light that filtered through the high basement windows, she turned to let Rob adore her youthful body. She knew he was wild about her light brown cunthair. He kept fingering the fine, taut curls, kept cupping her blood-warm cunt when he kissed her.
"Oh, these mattresses are bouncy," Ann giggled, climbing around on top of the pile. Rob jumped up, too, and tackled her around the waist to roll her onto her back. Ann fought him playfully, loving it when he suddenly thrust a finger into her pussy and began to excite her.
"Unhhhh, Rob! Ohhhh, darling, I've thought about you!" It was only a small lie. She wasn't about to tell him that she'd spent the night with a stranger, a truckdriver she'd met at a bar.
Rob was naked now and she clutched his cock, her mouth wet in anticipation of licking him. The boy was surprised at her sudden aggressiveness. She'd been frightened when they'd fucked that first time. Now she was easing her mouth around the swollen head of his cock. Ann blinked up at him, her tongue petting the underside of his shaft.
"Hey, that's nice, Ann! God, that's beautiful!"
Ann enjoyed surprising him like this. She was also enjoying the hot, spongy shape of his cock sliding against her tongue. Doing it with Nat the night before had changed her. She was wild for sucking cock now. She let her lips circle Rob's shaft tightly as she bobbed her head farther and farther. At last, the head of his cock was plowing between her tonsils and she wasn't even choking!
"Uhhhh, baby... " Rob gasped, twitching a little as he lay there on his back while she knelt between his parted legs. She held him firmly with both hands, her mouth making a wet, sucking sound as it slipped up and down his rigid prickshaft. She let her tongue go crazy and this made Rob go crazy, too.
"Jesus! If you keep doing that, I won't be able to hold back!"
"Yhhuuuummm," Ann breathed, popping her lips away from him. His cock glistened with her spit and the tip was a pale blue. The first thing she thought of was how easily it would fit into her cunt.
Ann climbed up over Rob's muscled body and straddled his middle, a hand reaching behind her to steady his cock. Backing down carefully, she got the head of it between her cuntlips and wiggled a little to make sure it was touching her hole.
Now, she pressed against Rob's chest with one hand while steadying his cock with the other. There was a soft, almost inaudible sound of her cunt opening. With another squirming movement of her ass, Ann felt Rob's cock enter her. Her eyes opened and she opened her mouth to give a little cry of happiness.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good!"
"Yeah, it does for me too!" Rob frowned as he watched her moving over him. "I've never done it like this with a chick before," he said.
"You mean, me on top, you on the bottom?"
"Yeah," Rob said, still frowning. "It's kind of weird."
Ann pinched him just below the nipple. "Well, if it bothers you, I'll roll over and you can have complete control."
Rob's cheeks reddened as he took her barb. "Naw, actually I kind of like you being up there. I can see your tits hanging down and watch you moving around. God, you're sexy-looking when you squirm like that."
Ann was squirming a lot. She couldn't keep still with that stiff, hot prick going deeper every second. It was nice leaning back and letting her weight force her pussyflesh down around Rob like that. She dipped her ass and rocked it from side to side. Rob's mouth came open and he let out a throaty groan.
"Yeah. Nice!"
Ann bent to lick his small, male nipples, watching his reaction all the while. She moved her ass in a slow, circular way while she sank down another inch, then two. His cock felt heavenly going into her cunt. Her juices were dripping out of her folds, running down Rob's cock and making pretty dewdrops of moisture in his cockhair.
"Ohhh, baby," Rob panted, thrusting up from the mattress. He grabbed her ass and tried to pull her down all the way. Ann teased him by lifting her cunt until only the head of the boy's cock was inside her. She squeezed it, using her muscles in a way she'd never used them before.
"Like that?"
"You're damn right I do!" Rob gasped. "Now, all the way... " Ann let her cunt slide down the stiff, throbbing meat until all of it was inside her. She could press a finger in against her belly and feel the shape of it.
"Mmmmmm, fucking you is too much," Rob breathed, leaning up to lick one of her tits.
"Ohh, yes! Do that, Rob, lick it again!"
She pressed down against his body, straightening her legs and putting them between his thighs. Rob lifted his legs now, hooking his heels over Ann's ass like she might do if she were on the bottom. She realized that the young guy was enjoying this new experience. She pressed her long legs together to make her pussy tight and began to fuck him with energetic thrusts, grinding down against him hard until he was panting breathlessly.
"God... Goddamn," Rob moaned.
Ann found she could get his cock all the way in her, then lift her ass slowly, arching her narrow back until she'd pulled his flesh upward with her. With just his tip inside her muscled cunt, she'd wiggle crazily and skewer herself deeply once again.
"Yeah, ohhh, yeah!" Rob said, grabbing her dancing ass and digging his fingers into her pale, soft skin. Ann thrashed faster, her mouth open against Rob's, her tongue forcing between his teeth. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the old mattress. He could have gotten free, of course, but he didn't even try. Ann was amused that Rob was enjoying this little game. She was enjoying it too! She was enjoying it so damned much she was about to come.
"Uhh, uhhhh, uhhhhhh, I'm gonna come," she groaned into the boy's ear.
He pumped faster, his hips lifting away from the mattress as his cock stabbed her. She wriggled down against the stabbing, rocking her hips, brushing her tits across Rob's chest as she kissed his mouth.
The basement was filled with their groans and gaspings. Ann realized that they weren't very smart to be doing it right here on the pile of old mattresses. If someone came down the stairs now, she doubted that either of them would hear until it was too late. But she couldn't think of stopping. Not with Rob's cock stabbed so deeply into her tight, wet cunt. She squirmed like she was being bitten by ants, her tits flattened against the young man's chest.
"Rob! Ohhh, Rob, honey!"
He rolled her over then, forcing her thighs apart so he could get his legs between them. The sudden change was all Ann needed. With Rob kissing her mouth and fucking her so fast, she felt her clit bead up and the flesh along her cuntlips get spongy and firm as it gripped the young man's cock. She could feel each thrust now, every inch of him!
"Coming... " she groaned, letting the feeling that had begun minutes before surge into an itch more maddening than anything she could think of. It was impossible to scratch such an itch. It ate away at her cunt until she was moaning huskily, her fingers clawing the boy's back, her hips thrusting hungrily for more.
Rob tensed and she felt his ass muscles get rigid. As he ground his cock into her cunt, she went over the edge. She went spiraling into a world of ecstasy, her pussy convulsing tightly around the boy's prick.
Writhing with lust, Ann felt Rob spurt inside her. He moaned something against her neck. She could understand only one word, her own name. Rob whispered it again and again as he tamped his hot cum deep into the tingling fever of her cunt.
Ann's muscles rippled, milking him for more. Rob gave her more, never stopping for a minute. He licked her neck, bit her shoulder and went on fucking and fucking until she thought she might come twice. A noise frightened them and for a moment, they froze, eyes wide with fear.
"It's just some kids in the backyard," Ann sighed at last. The moment of passion had passed though. She lay there, loving the weight of Rob's body against hers. They rested for a while, enjoying the movement of slick flesh and shivering muscles.
"You'd better let me up. We're just lucky nobody came down here while we were doing this," Rob said.
Ann felt strange as she wiggled back into her top and slipped her skirt back on. She dabbed at her leaking cunt with her panties, trying to stem the flow of fresh cum. Rob hung close by, telling her what a good lover she was and generally making her feel like fucking again.
"We can't, darling. You know we took a chance as it is," Ann said. She went to peek up the steps and was relieved to see that the door was still tightly closed. "You'd better get back to work on that washing machine. I'll go see if my husband had woken up yet."
George was snoring smoothly when Ann got back. She wondered if he'd ever thought of her while he'd been away. Was he taking strange women to his motel room? Was that the reason he didn't seem eager to make love to her anymore?
Going through his pockets, Ann found nothing suspicious. She laughed at herself, seeing the irony in her suspicious nature. She was the one who was breaking all the rules, not George. Though she'd had a very nice fuck not more than fifteen minutes ago, she was thinking about breaking the rules again.
After another hour had passed, Ann was getting fidgety. She didn't want to come on like a hungry cat and climb in bed with George and try to get him to fuck her. She wasn't even all that excited about George anymore. Not after she'd been laid by Rob and that trucker with the big cock.
Ann showered and changed clothes and made herself another drink. George had awakened and now she could hear him in the bathroom now. He was running himself a bath. Ann went to the window and looked nervously at Rob's repair truck. When she heard the boy coming upstairs from the basement, she met him at the door before he had a chance to knock.
"It's fixed," he said with a sly grin.
"Shhh. My husband's in the bathroom." Ann dug in her purse for some cash. Rob shook his head that he didn't want any money.
"I don't need anything after what you did," he whispered. She could see that he had a hard-on. Under his t-shirt, his chest muscles expanded as he took a slow breath.
"Your father might suspect something if you came back without charging me anything," Ann said, forcing a ten-dollar bill into his hand. "Don't argue."
"You look so sweet. I'd like to fuck you again right here on the floor."
Ann flushed, her cunt tingling from the effect of the handsome young man's words. Her blue eyes flashed a warning though.
"I'd like it too, but my husband... "
"Your husband doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground." Rob stepped inside the door and pulled it shut behind him. From the bathroom, they could both hear George sing- ing and splashing. Rob put his tongue into Ann's mouth. At first she resisted, but her body shivered and she softened in the strong embrace. Rob's hands slid down her back until he was cupping the perfect cheeks of her ass.
"Ohhhh, you'd better go," Ann scolded. But she was rubbing her cunt forward against the hard, hot shape of his cock. Even through the denim she could feel it throbbing.
"Pull your panties off. We can fuck standing up."
"No! You're absolutely crazy!"
"Then let me eat you. I'll get on my knees and you can sit on the arm of this chair and... "
"Rob! Please don't... don't... "
Rob had pulled her over to the chair and made her sit on the arm like he wanted. Ann was amused and only a little scared. George was enjoying his tub and she felt she still had control of the situation. Yet, as Rob pushed her dress up to expose her blue satin panties, she felt a tremor that weakened her will.
Rob was on his knees, kissing her thigh. She pressed her knees together and tried to push his head back.
"Rob, stop this. It's fun to play around, but you know we can't... "
Rob had opened her knees and was holding his open mouth against the crotch of her pan- ties. His hot breath made her sigh. She stopped pushing his head away and dug her nails into the nape of his neck instead.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"You're all feverish," Rob told her. "You'd better let me cool you off."
"You won't cool me off! You'll... uhhhhhh, Rob!" Without being able to stop him, Ann watched the young man peel the blue satin away from her cunt. Slowly, he burrowed his mouth deep into the juicy folds. Ann thrust her slit upward and rolled her ass on the chair arm. As Rob ate her tenderly, she prayed for her husband to stay in his tub.
CHAPTER FIVE
"If I say stop, you stop," Ann hissed, making Rob look up at her. His chin and cheeks were already glistening with her juices. He licked her deeper, searching with the tip of his tongue for the muscled opening into her body. He found it and gingerly moved the folds of flesh around until she was panting and plunging her hips.
Ann felt so excited she could hardly stand it. Doing what they were doing right under her husband's nose made it all that much more tantalizing. Rob's tongue fucked her, then flicked across her clit until she was making animal sounds deep in her throat, her head thrown back to reveal her long, white neck.
Her juices were really flowing now. Rob was drinking them up like a man dying of thirst. The slurpy, sexy sound of his mouth against her cunt was lovely. Ann stroked his hair, tickled his ears with her fingertips. Rob ate deeper, deeper.
In the other room, George still sang and splashed. He did like to take long baths at times. Ann hoped that this would be one of those times. Her clit was a hot nub of the most exquisite pleasure. Just a little more rubbing and she would come... just a little more licking.
"You're beautiful between your thighs," Rob said. "Why don't you let me put it in you for a minute or so? I won't come or anything like that."
"We can't! If George... "
"Just for a second. I want to leave with your juice still wet on my cock."
"Oh, damn you, you drive me crazy. You know I get all weak when you want to fuck me. "Just pull your legs back. I won't even have to take off your panties," Rob said.
"I don't know about this, Rob. I'm scared."
Rob wasn't taking no for an answer. He pushed her knees up so that her heels were hooked on the arm of the chair. His cock was already out of his pants and he pushed it against her pantycrotch. Pulling the nylon aside, he rubbed his cockhead in and out of her juicy cunt. Ann panted harder, knowing that her musky scent was filling the room.
"Yeah, that's nice," Rob gasped, trying to get the right angle so he could thrust into her. It was George's voice that made them both freeze.
"Hey, Ann! Would you please bring me a towel?"
Ann had tensed up so quickly that the muscles of her cunt had closed down around the head of Rob's cock. The look on his face was one of torture and pleasure combined. She pulled away and brushed past him.
"You'd better go," she called back, motioning frantically toward his tool box and the door. "I'll see you later." With one last glimpse of his juice-slickened cocktip, Ann went to the linen closet and dug out a fresh towel.
George pulled her into his arms as soon as she was inside the bathroom. His cock was hard and getting harder. "I've missed you, honey," he said, kissing her mouth in a sloppy way. Ann tried to return the caress, but her heart wasn't in it. She was still thinking of Rob and his thick cock and the way he'd just eaten her on the living room chair.
"Let's fuck," George whispered, getting a hand under her skirt to pat her ass. "You must've been thinking about it too," he added. "You're wet and ready."
Ann went into the bedroom, stripped her clothes off and lay naked on the bed. George came in drying his hair. He looked at her with longing, threw the towel away and pushed his body down on top of her. Ann felt strangely detached. The first few times George had ever made love to her, she recalled being very excited. Now, he seemed like a clumsy, uncaring lover. He hadn't even kissed her!
"Come on, open your legs."
Ann opened her thighs and bent her knees back, her eyes closed as she tried to think of Rob or Nat. Why couldn't George at least kiss her tits? She moved her hips back and forth as she felt the head of his cock sliding into her cunt. The slick juice coated his cock and he thrust harder, groaning as he went deep.
"Uhhhh," Ann moaned, turning her face to one side. She had felt a small tingle and hoped she could bring it up into something more powerful. George was clutching her body, panting like a steam engine as he pumped mechanically against her cunt. His prick felt small and unexciting. Ann wondered how she would feel if Rob had a cock like that. After a moment, she decided that she'd like it anyway, just because it belonged to Rob. It wasn't the size of the cock that really mattered. Who it was attached to did matter, though.
"Uhh, uhhh, uhhh, ohhhhh!" George groaned. She felt him spurting. He trembled and brushed his lips across her mouth. Hell, he didn't even know how to kiss. Ann had never thought of this before. "Ohhhh, that's good," he groaned. She was hardly moving, just letting him finish. When he rolled off, she took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.
"Was it good for you too?" George asked, his voice sounding sleepy already.
"Yes," Ann lied. She didn't want to get into a big argument now. She wanted to be left alone. When she was sure George was sleeping, she rose quietly from the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up.
Two days later, George told her that they had to go to a party. The man inviting them was an industrialist who might be interested in buying from George's company. The electronic parts the man needed were in short supply and George was hoping he could convince this Mr. Burroughs that George's deal would be the best way to go.
"If I can just get this account," George told Ann, "we'll be sitting pretty for a while."
The few days remaining in the week were taken up with Ann buying a new dress and see- ing the hairdresser. George had insisted that she have part of her brown tresses done in the new cornrow style. Ann went along with it. Actually, all she wanted to do was run a comb through her hair and run off to find Rob. She was thinking of that trucker, too, wondering if he'd ever phone her. Since George had given her that lousy fuck on Monday, she hadn't had anything else at all.
Since George was counting so heavily on the Burroughs contract and on the promotion his company would give him if he succeeded, Ann tried her best to look like he wanted her to look. When she stepped into the front room the evening they were to attend Mr. Burroughs' party, she knew she had succeeded.
"God, you look like an angel!" George mumbled, almost spilling his drink.
Ann turned before the hall mirror, watching the expensive white dress flow out around her long legs. She'd used just a touch of lipstick and eye shadow and her hair did look nice with all those little dangling braids. Her perfect tits pushed up against the edge of the low-cut dress as if they wanted to spill out. When she walked, they quivered invitingly. Ann was pleased with her image, but it made her feel that much more erotic. She wished she could see Rob instead of going with George to the dumb party. It would probably be terribly boring. Just a lot of men sitting around talking business.
When they got to the country estate of Stan Burroughs, Ann was amazed and a little uncomfortable. The big circle drive, the expensive cars parked around, the sweeping grounds made it obvious that Mr. Burroughs was in the money. George looked greedily at all this and Ann knew what he was thinking. He wanted the same thing.
There were already lots of people at the party and more coming. Ann traipsed around behind George as he shook hands with a variety of people. She felt out of place. She didn't understand half the conversations and wasn't interested in the other half she happened to overhear. But she was getting a few looks. More than a few.
"Why don't you go get yourself a drink," George hissed into her ear. "I've got to circulate."
Ann drifted over to the bar, feeling a bit lonely and out of place. As she drifted through the crowd, she noticed more and more men smiling at her, nodding at her. The looks excited her. She felt her cunt throbbing under the satin band of her underwear. She began to have terribly erotic daydreams. She found the bar and got herself a scotch on the rocks to calm down.
By the time she was working on her third drink, she knew she shouldn't have had the first. She had begun to return the appreciative looks now, and she saw a few husbands get sharp words from their wives when they kept an exchange going a bit too long. Ann was gritting her teeth she was so horny. She hadn't seen George in more than half an hour and was just as happy that he was out of her sight.
"He's probably off somewhere kissing Stan Burroughs' ass," she murmured to herself, then broke into hysterical laughter. A woman gave her a dark look, but the man by her side smiled. Ann drifted on.
Outside, there was a patio and lots of flower gardens. The people weren't as thick and Ann took off her high-heeled shoes and walked barefoot through the grass while she continued to sip her scotch. She rounded the corner of a hedge and found herself alone. It felt rather nice.
A few steps farther and she heard a conversation. Before she could sneak up to peer through the thick bushes, a man hurried by her, heading back to the house. Ann jumped when she saw it was her husband, George. She frowned and took another sip of her drink and was about to return to the house when a strong hand went around her arm.
Ann looked up into the handsome man's face. "Hi," she said, hiccupping.
"Looks like I've found a tipsy angel." His fingers traced the outline of her face. He was gentle and his eyes were deep and warm. Ann liked the man right off. She wondered how he'd be in bed.
"I don't like big parties," Ann said.
"I don't either." The man took her hand and led her farther into the hedges. Once she almost told him that he'd been talking to her husband. She decided not to. She didn't want to spoil this moment. The guy who held her hand kept looking at her, pushing his light brown hair back from his forehead. His suit looked like it cost a thousand dollars.
As they walked, Ann bumped against him. She was a little drunk, she knew, but it felt so good to be close to a sexy-looking man. She was burning up with desire. She wanted him to put his arms around her, to kiss her. Her eyes must have given him the message, because he stopped under a huge shade tree and pulled her against him.
"Ohhhhhh," Ann sighed as his mouth caressed the tops of her tits. She squirmed excitedly, dropping her shoes and drink into the grass. Her hands explored under the man's suit jacket. She felt a firm, muscled body that turned her on. As her long, thin fingers went lower, she touched the hardness in his pants, then squeezed it. The man kissed her mouth deeply, bending her head back.
It was wild! They had hardly spoken a word to each other, but Ann felt as if she knew the stranger. She knew what he wanted and he knew what she wanted. He kissed her again for a long time, then took her hand and pulled her behind him.
"Wait," Ann cried. "I can't leave my shoes."
Clutching her high heels, she let the stranger pull her along. They went between a row of trees and some statues. There was a small bungalow farther back and they went to the door. The man tapped, then pushed it open.
The man with his feet on the table was obviously a chauffeur. He had on knee-high black boots and a uniform jacket was draped across a chair. She liked the way he looked at her.
"Got to use your place for a little bit," Ann's mysterious escort said. It was more an order than a request.
"Sure thing, Mr. Burroughs," the driver said, killing his cigarette and folding the racing form into his pocket. Ann was flabbergasted. She turned to Stan Burroughs when the man was gone.
"You're Stan?"
He kissed her and nodded and she found herself being pulled into the bedroom. Her mouth was hungry for him. She was really hot now that she knew who the stranger was. She could tell that he was wild for her and that she had a certain power over him. He was panting like a school boy.
Stan undressed her quickly, kissing her flesh as he exposed it. Ann squirmed happily, whispering how much he was exciting her. When his mouth pressed against the pale yellow nylon of her pantycrotch, she writhed and dug her fingers into his hair.
"Ohhh, I love that!"
Now it was her turn to undress Stan. They still hadn't talked much. They didn't have to. Ann could feel that throbbing cock under his slacks. She worked his pants down, pulling his skivvies along with them. His cock was large and white, the foreskin covering his swollen head. Ann had never seen one like this before and she was trembling to get her mouth on it.
Easing the protective flesh back, she exposed his tip little by little. Stan watched her, petting her expensive hairdo, telling her she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life. All this worked on Ann. She stretched his cockskin back until she could see the complete shape of his barb. It was dark blue and glis- tened with a slickness. She licked her upper lip while he watched.
"I want to suck it," she whispered.
"Then suck, baby, suck."
Ann pressed her wet lips against the throbbing cockhead. It pulsed against her caress and she moved her tongue now, brushing the tender underside. His cock was full and fat with blood. She rubbed faster, her spit dribbling down the length of his shaft, wetting her fingers where she clutched him.
"God, you sweet little nymphette!"
"Mmmmmm," Ann replied.
"What's your name?" he asked Ann gave a shake of her head to say she wouldn't tell. This excited Stan Burroughs all the more. He petted her face while she licked the head of his cock like it was a lollipop. She was driving the poor man a little crazy and enjoyed watching him tremble when her tongue flicked back and forth across the feverish, blood-taut flesh.
"You're perfect," he groaned, cupping one of her tits lovingly, then bending around to kiss it. He pushed Ann down onto the bed and threw her knees apart. She giggled, knowing what was next.
But, Stan didn't strip off her panties right away. He began to kiss around the edges of them instead, slipping his tongue under the elastic to brush across her swollen cuntlips. Ann moaned and wiggled and whimpered how much she liked what he was doing.
It was incredible that she'd run into Stan Burroughs and that he'd been so taken with her that he brought her to his driver's house to fuck. It was all very wicked and romantic and Ann was shivering with the lust she felt.
"Uhhh, take them off," she begged when she couldn't stand any more of Stan's teasing. He peeled her damp undies away and knelt there between her parted thighs to gape at the beauty of her cunt.
"It's so soft looking," Stan whispered. "So wet. It's all pink where your lips cover your clit." He bent his head down and she felt his tongue moving those smaller folds apart to expose the hot, tender nugget of flesh beneath. Ann humped her ass back into the mattress and pushed her cunt up toward his mouth.
"Ohhhh, lick me slow! Please lick me, Stan!"
Stan held her pussy apart with his thumbs and began a slow exploration with the tip of his tongue. Ann was half out of her mind by now. She hadn't been kissed or touched or eaten like this before. He wasn't any beginner, that was for sure. She rocked her hips from side to side as his tongue petted her feverish cunt.
"You smell wonderful," Stan said. He pushed a finger against her muscled hole and worked it gently. "God, you're a tight one. I don't think your husband has been taking care of business if you're this tight."
Ann didn't tell him that her husband's name was George and that Stan had just been talking to him a moment before he found her. His finger probed in and out and Ann licked her lips, tossing excitedly on the bed.
"I thought men liked a girl tight," she said.
"Sure, but look how nervous your hot little pussy is. Every time I move my finger, it squeezes down too hard. It's a sure sign that you're a woman who loves sex, but doesn't get nearly enough."
To be called a woman by Stan Burroughs made Ann tingle. She still considered herself a little girl most of the time. She tried to relax her muscles, tried to let herself trust Stan completely. She felt him put two fingers into her hole, then three. It felt heavenly.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, wow!"
"See, you're doing better now. You should be able to control your muscles. When I push my finger in as deep as I can get them, try squeezing yourself tight."
Ann did as she was told and as she squeezed her pussy around the firmness of Stan's fingers, he kissed her tits and told her how fast a learner she was.
"Fuck me," Ann begged, wanting cock, not fingers. She tossed hungrily, her mouth open, her eyes glazed with desire. Stan smeared his mouth across hers and eased his body up over her. She felt him pet the full length of her pussyslit with his cock. His prick seemed slicker than the other men's she'd fucked. The reddened tip was a glossy, throbbing barb that she longed to get inside her. It was big too. Nice and fat and hot. She dipped her ass wildly, rubbing her cunt against Stan's cock until he moaned and stabbed his tongue into her mouth.
"There," she groaned, when she felt him forcing his cock into her cunt. She bucked a little but tried to keep her muscles relaxed. The stabbing feeling was lovely and she shivered as Stan's cock slipped into the plush velvet of her cunt.
"Isn't that beautiful?" she sighed, parting her lips and lowering her long lashes. She knew she looked beautiful. She felt beautiful. Stan had made her feel like this.
Lifting her long legs, she bent her knees slowly back. As she did this, Ann felt Stan's cock going deeper! It went slowly and Stan was sucking on one of her tits at the same time.
"Ohhhhh, you do it so nice, Stan," Ann whimpered, her head flopping from side to sidr Stan kissed her neck, licking and sucking the sensitive places until shivers of excitement went up and down her body. Ann had never known such pleasure. She was half crazy with loving him. His cock fit into her pussy perfectly and she was doing what he'd told her. She didn't tighten her muscles until she felt him go all the way in.
"Uhhhh," Stan grunted, the pleasure in his eyes telling Ann she'd done right. She squeezed again, letting the muscular contractions shimmer up the full length of her cunt. Stan liked this. His tongue went into her mouth again, telling her he did.
They fucked gently, clinging to each other, kissing each other. It was tantalizing. Ann could feel the tension. Both of them wanted to get wild, to let out all the stops. Yet, it was the slowness, the teasing, soft movements that kept the tension building. Ann's pussy dripped hot juice down the crack of her ass. She could feel Stan's cock sliding out, then in again. Each time he held himself as deep as possible, she tightened her cunt muscles and dug her nails into the nape of his neck.
"Ohhh, that's so fine!" Stan groaned.
"Uhhhhh, yeah."
"You're the most incredible female I've ever had in my life," Stan said, and Ann wanted to believe him. She licked his face, trying to be everything and more. He licked her, his hands tracing her long, leggy body, pinching and loving her.
"Ohhh, Stan! Ohhhh, I hope nobody finds out."
"Nobody will."
"Your driver knows, doesn't he?"
"Chris? Aw, Chris knows better."
"Uhhh, your cock is so nice and big, Stan!" Ann dug her nails into the small of his back. She felt so elegant, her white dress hanging up from a chair, her painted nails scratching this rich man's back. She smoothed the soles of her feet up and down Stan's thighs. He liked this a lot.
"Shall I make you come?" he whispered.
"Yes!" Ann said, panting hard. She closed her cunt down around the big cock that was shoved into her body. "Ohhh, yes!"
CHAPTER SIX
Ann dug her heels into the muscles of Stan's ass. She could feel him moving, feel the powerful thrusts as he fucked her! Her head was thrown back and Stan was licking and kissing her neck until she thought she'd scream. She did scream, a shuddering, hungry cry as her cunt spasmed around the throbbing cock that seemed to fill her whole being.
"Ahhhh, Stan! Unhhhh, it's so good... sooo good!"
Stan held her dancing ass in his hands, fucking her slowly when she cried for it. She was coming, but the pulsing thrills were slow, teasing her until she couldn't keep from biting the big man's shoulder.
"Yeah, you sweet cunt," he whispered. "Get it all, get every inch of it."
Her pussy sucked him deeper and Ann writhed in his embrace. Her toes pointed back along his thighs as she dug her heels into his ass a little deeper. Stan liked this. He humped his back, driving his cock to the hilt and Ann squeezed her cunt muscles around him. His cocktip surged, tightening against her grasp.
"Whhhuuhhhh, Stan... "
He kissed her neck some more, working his way up her chin until he ravished her open mouth, his tongue sliding and stabbing and exciting her. Ann babbled something and her hips jerked upward. Her clit was burning with ecstasy. She was going to come and come hard.
"Ohh, fuck me, Stan! Please, fuck me!"
Stem fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. He held her body and kissed her mouth and his hips plunged and rocked as he forced that thick, red cockhead into her young cunt.
Ann's body shivered and she arched her back away from the bed, then hunched it down into the mattress again. She was taking that lovely cock deeper than she'd ever taken anything. She was gripping it with her strong, eager muscles. She was going to have Stan's cum, every last drop!
"Ahhh, darling," she gasped, her muscles jerking as she came. The joy throbbed through her until her eyes were out of focus and her breathing was a gurgling sound in her throat. Her chest heaved and Stan nursed one of her tits, his teeth sending more shock waves of pleasure down through her belly and cunt.
"Go, baby... " he whispered, fucking and loving and mauling her wonderfully. Ann's cunt was a dripping, swollen mess now. The thrills hadn't stopped either. Stan was rubbing her clit slowly as he fucked her. His big cocktip gouged in, then was dragged slowly out again. She was so tight around him it felt like he was going to pull her inside out.
"Uhh, uhhh, uhhhhh!" she grunted, plunging her ass rhythmically, her nails making red marks across his back. He held her head in his hands, his fingers tangled in the braids of her hairdo. He kissed her forehead and nose and mouth and still she went on coming.
At last, exhausted in his arms, Ann opened her eyes weakly and smiled up at him.
"I can't believe that! I've never had one so good," she said.
"Better than your husband?"
Ann's answer was a laugh. She kissed Stan's mouth and moved her hips gingerly. His cock was still very, very hard inside her. It was a nice thing for it to still be that way.
"You didn't come yet, then?"
"No."
Ann's eyes sparkled. "Let me suck you," she said, one corner of her mouth turning up just a little.
"I'd love it, darling," Stan said, treating her with art intimacy that felt comfortable to Ann. It was as if they'd known each other a long time and been waiting for this moment together. When Stan eased his cock free of her pussy, Ann was excited to see it. The head had grown redder and fatter than when he'd slipped it into her cunt. The skin was peeled back from it too, exposing the streamlined barb completely. She sat between his opened legs and bent her head down, her fingers holding him steady.
She licked the swollen head until poor Stan was trembling. After a long moment with her tongue tracing the delicate curves of his cock, she let her lips open, let the spit-slick head glide between them.
When she used her tongue, he moaned her name and worked his ass around on the bed. Ann was really getting into it. She stretched her long legs out behind her, resting on her tummy so that she was propped up on her elbows, her mouth sucking noisily on Stan's cockhead.
He petted her and panted as his cock got stiffer and started to pulse. Ann slowed her tongue. She knew that it would be very easy to bring him off now, but she wanted to make him wait. She wanted him to know she wasn't just a beginner at this sort of thing.
"Ohhhh, Ann, baby, you're the greatest."
"Yhhuummmm," she cooed back, rocking her head, his cocktip rubbing the insides of her cheeks. After that, she let it thump the roof of her mouth, then glide into her throat for a few seconds. This made her choke a little, but she managed to control the spasms so she could repeat the movement.
With Stan's cocktip between the soft flesh of her tonsils, she swallowed, squeezing and caressing him with her throat.
"Damn," he gasped, his hands trembling as he leaned forward to touch her. Ann had never gone so far. She was choking a little, but even that seemed to excite Stan. She let her lips ride back to his tip, two of her cornrow braids tickling her lover's balls. She eased her mouth away to gaze at his cockhead. It was shiny with spit and looked as big as a golf ball, maybe bigger than a golf ball!
"Don't stop, baby," Stan begged. "I'm about to lose it all."
Ann draped her tongue around his cockhead, licking and sucking, letting her lips slide down over him, then pursing them tightly as she drew them away. Poor Stan was shaking all over and had clutched the sheet with both hands. He made strange growling sounds deep in his throat.
Ann was so excited that she was exciting Stan that her cunt had begun to throb again.
As she bobbed her head and let her tongue flick across his cock, she knew it would be only a few seconds before her mouth would be spurted full of fresh cum.
"Uhhhhhh," Stan grunted, thrusting his hips faster. His cock fucked her mouth now as he trembled convulsively and whispered her name. "Ann!"
The stuff was salty and slick as it boiled into her throat. Ann wolfed it down and sucked for more. Her tongue never stopped teasing the underside of his cock. Her lips stripped the full length of his big prick. Her nostrils flared as she pulled his hot, thick cream into her mouth and swallowed it.
"Goddamn, that's good," Stan panted.
"Mmmmmm," Ann moaned back. She was wild for the taste of fresh cum now. She sucked harder, making his spurts hit the back of her throat. He worked his ass around on the bed, gasping and sighing and coming until there was nothing left for her to swallow.
Ann licked her lips as she pulled them free. Stan smiled at her. Her chin was cummy and a white droplet hung just under one nostril. Ann snuffled it back and blinked. She hoped she'd done a good job. The look on Stan's face said that she had.
"You've got to tell me who you are now," he begged, holding her shoulders. "You're an angel. I've got to see you again."
"No!" Ann shook her head hard. She climbed out of the bed and grabbed her panties. Stan watched her dress, a look of enchantment on his face.
"I'm used to all these ritzy bitches hanging around. You're different. You're so young and fresh."
"You're just trying to make me feel good," Ann said, making sure her dress looked okay. She turned before the mirror, her long legs flashing. When she sat to put on her heels again, Stan took her hand.
"You can't just walk out of my life. I've got to know."
Ann pressed her cummy mouth against his and they kissed for a long time. As soon as it was over, she jumped up and hurried out of the chauffeur's cottage and back along the tree-lined walk. She knew Stan couldn't follow since he wasn't dressed.
Back where the party was going, she found George and told him she had a headache and was going to take a walk. He barely heard her because he was talking it up so much with the people around him.
Ann headed down the walk. Behind her she could hear the hubbub of the party and was glad to be away from it. She didn't like big parties, especially with people she had nothing in common with.
The part of town she was in had the biggest houses, the ritziest cars. As she walked, a big limousine went by slowly, then stopped at the corner. When she reached the corner, the driver leaned out the open window.
"Care for a ride, miss?" he asked. It was the same man whose bed she and Stan had just used. She stood there feeling stupid, her cheeks flushing. But the good-looking young man wasn't saying or doing anything that should make her feel cheap or embarrassed. He simply looked straight at her, smiling politely.
"Yes, thanks." She got in the back seat and closed the door behind her. The car was plush and quiet inside. As it moved away from the curb, it hardly made a sound. The driver looked at her once in the rearview mirror.
"Where would you like to go, ma'am?"
Ann laughed suddenly, then bit her lip. "I don't know. I don't really want to go home. I wish I had a drink."
"Press the button on your right," the driver said. Ann did. A panel opened silently, revealing bottles and glasses, even a small refrigerator which contained ice. She made another scotch on the rocks and closed the bar.
"This is really far out!"
The driver nodded and drove around a cor- ner. He was being so polite, even though he knew she'd just gone to bed with his boss and used his bed. She wondered why that didn't anger him. She wondered if maybe he wanted her, too.
"You're name is Chris, isn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You don't have to call me ma'am, I don't have any money. This is my only nice dress and I hardly ever go to the hairdresser. I'm all fixed up so that my husband could impress - people."
"I understand." The driver's grin was nice.
"Don't you want a drink too, Chris?"
"I'm on duty. Mr. Burroughs doesn't allow me to drink on duty."
"Would Mr. Burroughs mind if I got into the front seat with you?"
Chris didn't reply to this, but he didn't stop either. Ann kicked off her high heels and crawled over the back of the seat. She plumped down beside the uniformed driver and he gave her a nervous look.
"I want to thank you," she said, sipping on the scotch, "for letting Stan and me use your home for a little bit."
"That's quite all right. I'm always glad to help out."
"You're nice," Ann smiled, her hand on his arm now. "Sure you won't have a drink?"
"Did you say where you wanted to go?"
"I don't want to go anywhere," Ann giggled. "It's fun riding around in this big car."
Chris drove on without saying anything for a while. Ann watched him, leaving her hand on his arm. She leaned her head on his shoulder. The booze made her feel comfortable and her cunt felt nice too. But being next to this handsome young chauffeur made her feel horny too".
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked.
"Beautiful," Chris said.
"Would you like to fuck me?" Ann blurted, her whisper making it clear that she hoped Chris would say yes. She wasn't to be disappointed.
"I'd like to fuck you very much, miss."
"My name's Ann. Call me Ann."
The driver swallowed hard. His knuckles were white where he was squeezing the wheel. Ann let her hand slide to his thigh. She rubbed it gently, getting closer to the crotch of his uniform.
"I think I'd like for you to fuck me now," she said. "I know you're on duty and all, but if we kept it a secret, wouldn't it be okay? You would keep it a secret, wouldn't you?"
"Yes I would, Ann." The big car turned another corner. Ann's fingers lingered at his fly, then unzipped it. Inside she found his throbbing cock all folded down in his skivvies. She pulled it free and began to jack it. It was already big, but as she worked the skin up and down, the head got dark. She saw that Chris was really hung. Her heart pounded as she anticipated the thrust of his lovely cock into her pussy.
"Where should we go?" Chris asked after a long silence.
"Why not back to your place? Isn't there a way in without having to go through all those stupid people?" Ann squeezed his cock with her long, thin fingers. The head darkened and she had a hungry desire to lower her mouth to him. But the poor guy was having a hard enough time driving. She didn't want him to run over somebody.
"Yes, I'll take you back there." Chris had a glazed look in his eyes and he was breathing rapidly. Ann let go of his cock, but even as they drove up to the Burroughs estate, it was as stiff as ever.
Chris went up a back drive and put the big car into a garage. The door closed automatically behind him. In the dark coolness of the garage, Ann's fever rose. She clutched the handsome driver and kissed him. He pulled her down onto the seat and fondled her tits. She turned to let him unbutton the back of her dress.
"I guess we don't need a bed, do we?" Ann giggled as he stripped the expensive dress away from her tits and began to adore them with his tongue.
Her nipples were especially sensitive now and she held his head with both hands, pulling his teeth against her pale and tender flesh.
"Uhh, bite them! Ohhh, bite them harder!"
Chris was sucking and biting each tit just like she wanted. While he shucked his shirt, Ann got out of the rest of her clothes. It was the second time she'd undressed that day. Chris looked at her as if she were some princess he would worship before fucking.
"Do you like me?" she asked.
"You could drive any man in the world crazy," Chris told her. He kissed her belly then moved his mouth lower. Ann lay on her back in the plush seat, her legs cocked back so that her pussy opened. Chris kissed her cunt, then licked it. She was glad she'd washed herself after fucking Stan, but if there was a little mess left, Chris didn't seem to mind. He was too lost in her beauty. He burrowed his mouth deep into the velvety flesh of her cunt, his hands digging into her.
"Oh, fuck me now with your beautiful cock!" Ann whimpered.
Chris hooked her legs over his shoulders, bending her back as his cock brushed upward across her cunt. Ann had never been taken like this before and it was exciting! She watched him licking her tits while he nudged just the head of his cock between the cushiony flesh of her mound. Her cuntlips opened slickly, making a wet, sexy sound. Chris forced his cocktip into her a little more, making the circle of muscles around her hole open. Ann pressed her mouth close to his ear and told him how much fun she was having.
"Uhh, that's so good! Ohhh, you make me so excited!" she whispered.
"You're lovely! I never dreamed I'd have you," Chris replied.
"It's not a dream. It's real!" She wiggled furiously, her legs still hooked over the strong young man's shoulders. She ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair. She loved his brown eyes and smooth, olive skin. She whimpered and moved her ass around violently as he gave her three inches of throbbing cock.
"Uhhhh, it's driving me crazy!" Ann said.
"God... "
"Ohhhh, faster!"
"Damn, you're fine, really fine... " Chris said.
"Ohhhh, it goes in deep this way, doesn't it? Uhhhh, so damned deep!"
"You're tight!" Chris panted, fucking harder, fucking deeper. His mouth was sloppy and wet against hers. Ann could take it no longer. Somehow she got her legs free of his shoulders and scissored them tightly around his waist. Crossing her ankles high above his back, she hunched and fucked with all the energy she had.
The hot sound of Chris' cock sliding in and out of her pussy filled the car. Her musky scent was heavy in the air. She kissed His mouth, ran her fingers over his ears and neck. He was moaning like a lost puppy, his big cock delving into the hottest, wettest depths of her cunt.
"I'm going to lose my mind, it's so good," Ann babbled, her ass thrusting furiously as the driver fucked her. He went on fucking her until she felt the hot tickle of her cum shimmering upward through her belly and tits. Her cunt seemed to explode. She cried out, biting the young man's neck. He held her tight, rubbing his cock in and out of her slick, tight hole until she felt him shudder too. With a gasp against her sweat-damp neck, he spurted.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As he fucked her now, the sound was wetter, even sexier than before. Ann could feel him, trembling as his balls exploded the hot cum into her pussy. It was filling her, dripping out of her cunt. She squirmed and squeezed her legs tighter around his waist, her ass doing a jerky, spasmodic dance against the seat of the limousine.
"Uhh, ohhh, ohhhh, God!" She held tightly, both arms around his neck. Her long, lean body twisted one way and then the other. Her full, firm tits were flattened against Chris' chest. He kept on fucking her as she continued to come. Her clit was a hot nub of pleasure now. The slightest movement of her hips rubbed her clit against Chris and made her gasp.
After a few more moments, their movements became slower, more gentle. Ann still had to rub her cunt against his throbbing cock. She was panting hard, exhausted from the second fuck she'd had in a single hour. Chris seemed tired too. She was glad. If a woman was good, she should make a man tired. She petted the damp curls away from his forehead. He had the nicest dark eyes!
"Thank you for that," she said in her sexiest voice.
"Hell, I'm the one who should be thanking you. It was fantastic."
"You like me?"
"I'd do anything if I could have you for my woman."
"Mmmmm, anything?" Ann tightened her cunt around him and watched Chris' eyes open wide. Then she kissed him on the mouth.
When she'd pulled herself free of him and pressed her panties against her swollen, cummy cunthole, the young driver struggled back into his clothes. He was still in a daze from having fucked her. Ann touched his cheek to let him know she'd enjoyed it every bit as much as he had.
"I suppose you'd better drive me home now," she said. "I don't think I could walk in this condition."
"I hope I see you again," Chris said, starting the big car and opening the garage door with a button on the dash.
"You know, I really think you will." Ann licked her upper lip. "I'm sure of it."
Ann was in the shower when George came in. She could tell by the way he was bumping into furniture that he was drunk. She ran a soapy hand across her cunt and shivered from the tingle. Her poor little cunt was sensitive from being rubbed by all those cocks at the party.
"What happened to you?" George said, bumping against the bathroom door.
"I told you at the party I wasn't feeling well. Remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Well, Stan Burroughs was wanting to meet you. When I told him I didn't know where you were, he asked what color of dress you were wearing."
"Did you tell him?" Ann said, her voice airy.
"Of course I told him. When Stan Burroughs wants to know something... "
"You tell him," Ann said, finishing the sentence for her husband.
"But I've got good news," George said, bumping the door again. "I sold Burroughs the contract. He's invited me over again in a couple of weeks to talk about it some more."
"I'm happy for you, George."
"He insisted that I bring you too. Since he didn't get a chance to meet you, he wants to make up for it. He says he always makes it a point to meet everyone he invites to a dinner party. He felt bad that he missed you."
"I'm sure I'd like to meet Mr. Burroughs too," Ann called, touching a place on her cunt where Stan's cock had made her sore. She washed the suds from her shoulders and turned off the spray.
By the time she'd come out of the bathroom, George looked like he was going to pass out. He was clearly going to celebrate his victory. Since the dinner party had started in the early afternoon and it was dark out now, she figured he'd been drinking for quite some time.
"Why don't we go to bed and fuck," he said, eyes heavy-lidded from the liquor. "It's a time for celebration."
"I don't think I'm in the mood," Ann told him.
"You don't have to be in the mood," George laughed. "I am."
While her husband was in the kitchen making himself another drink, the phone rang. Ann answered it quickly and barely breathed into the mouthpiece. It was Nat, the truck driver. His heavy voice made shivers run up and down her back. He was going on another run and wanted her to go with him.
"Tomorrow morning?" Ann whispered into the phone while she watched the door to the kitchen. "Nine o'clock? Okay, Nat... I'll be there." She hung up just as George wobbled back into the room, a bottle clutched in one hand, a glass of ice in the other.
"Who was that?"
"Wrong number," Ann said and pulled her robe tighter around her body. She turned on the television and sat in a chair alone.
George eyed her hungrily. "Well, how about that fuck, Ann?"
"Honey, you're too drunk. Why don't we wait until some other time?"
"I want you now, Goddamn it. I'm your husband. Go get in bed and take off your clothes!"
Ann got up, turned off the television and walked into the bedroom. She hung her robe on the chair and got in bed. After a while, she heard George crashing down the hall. He stood in the light from the bathroom, struggling to get his pants off. Twice, he fell against the dresser. Ann heard him cursing and spilling his drink. He got into bed and rolled heavily on top of her. She didn't move. He kissed her neck and rubbed his cock against her belly. His cock felt like a worn-out rubber hose.
"Damn thing won't get hard," George mumbled. Ann still didn't move. She let him rub around on top of her for a while until he was tired. She heard his breathing change. Gently, she eased him off and rolled him onto his back. He was gone, passed out. She lay there for a while, propped on one elbow as she watched him.
"You silly son of a bitch," she said finally, her voice a whisper. Ann got up then and went into the kitchen to make herself a scotch on the rocks. She was getting to like that particular drink.
At nine the next morning, Ann was on her way to the parking lot of the Safeway on the corner of Elm and Hale. Already, she could see the gleaming semi-truck with its chrome stacks and grill. Nat's muscled arm was hooked over the window and he gave her a little wave.
She came across the street, her ass swinging , in the skin-tight jeans, her heavy tits bouncing under the bright red top she wore. She still had her cornrow hairdo, and by the way Nat looked, she knew he was impressed. "Well, la-de-da," he kidded as she climbed up into the high cab. "You look like one of them society bitches."
"You don't like it?" Ann pouted.
Nat licked his lips. "I didn't say that." He touched one of the tiny braids with his big fingers. "Does it make you a better lay?"
"Oh, you're awful!" Ann bounced up and down in the seat. "Where are we going today?"
"Down to Coon's Crossing. Get a load of lumber."
Ann grimaced and said, "Oh, wow! Sounds absolutely thrilling."
"Don't knock it, baby. We'll have time for the thrilling part, all right."
Ann put her shoulders back so that her tits would push out the red top. Her nipples made small, sexy bumps in the material. Nat got his truck into gear, never taking his eyes off her for a second.
"You know, a man could get himself into a lot of trouble fooling with you."
Ann gave him a sexy, lip-licking smile and waited until they were humming along on the freeway. Then she scooted closer and unzipped the big man's fly. It didn't take her long to find his throbbing cock. It also didn't take her long to work her fingers up and down the shaft until it was rock hard.
"I haven't had my breakfast," she said breathlessly. "You wouldn't mind, would you?"
"Goddamn right, I wouldn't mind," Nat said, already panting.
"Mmmm, you always look so lickable." Ann let him see her pink tongue before she lowered her head. Lying stretched across the truck seat, she began to nurse the head of his cock with the softest, lightest caresses of her lips and tongue. She could hear Nat groaning and pounding on the wheel as he drove. She let the head of his cock slide in a little deeper, nestling it against the roof of her mouth while her tongue played along the shaft.
"Oh, honey... " Nat gasped. "What a way to start the day."
"Mmmmmm," Ann sighed back, knowing that she was already bringing him very close to coming. She licked slowly, curling her tongue around the head of his cock. Nat sounded like he was choking. She let her teeth cut tenderly into the spongy, satin-smooth surface. When she knew the poor trucker was about to flip out, she began to hum. Humming softly, she changed the tone to a high pitch, then dropped to the lowest note she could sustain. Poor Nat! He grunted in his throat like he couldn't take it anymore.
Humming and licking at the same time, Ann felt his cock surge. The head slapped against the roof of her mouth, it wouldn't be long now. Ann tightened her lips on Nat's cock and hummed as loudly as she could.
Hot cum spattered into her mouth and oozed over her tongue. It came hard and fast and she kept humming, making a little tune now as she caressed the overheated cockhead with her tongue. Nat swerved a little on the t highway but kept the big rig on the road.
The stuff that filled her mouth was rich and salty, and Ann slurped it down hungrily. She had gotten to like fresh cum every bit as much as scotch on the rocks. She pumped Nat's cock with clenched fingers, milking everything he had onto her tongue while she smeared him with loving licks.
"Ahhh, ahhhhhh, baby! You don't know how that felt!" Nat said.
"I've got a pretty good idea," Ann said, smiling up at him with cum glistening on her chin. She licked her lips and bent to clean up the few droplets that had oozed down the side of his cockshaft. That done, she sat up to watch the countryside streak by.
"I'd like to do something for you now," Nat told her.
Ann had been looking at the big gearshift lever. Once she'd brushed a knee against it and felt the vibrations go through her. She was beginning to have strange thoughts herself. Nat seemed to be reading her mind.
"Strip off your jeans and I'll show you some fun," he said.
Ann did what he wanted. Wearing only her top, she twisted around in the eat so that her ass was headed toward the rounded knob of the shift lever. Holding onto the dash with one hand and bracing one long leg against the floorboard, she eased her hot, naked cunt against the knob. Just then, Nat put his foot on the gas and the vibrations changed.
Ann opened her mouth and let out a shivery sigh. "Whhhuuhhh!"
"Watching you do this gets me hard all over again!" Nat said, letting off on the gas. The big truck's engine sent more vibrations back through the transmission and up through the knob. Ann's eyes went wide with wonder as she moved her juicy cunt against the shivering thing. She pumped her ass up and down, letting the shift knob open her silky-pink flesh, letting it buzz against her clit until she was breathless.
Nat kept putting his foot on the gas, taking it off again. The changing sound of the diesel seemed to keep rhythm with the surges of pleasure Ann felt. She was getting a bit frenzied now, plunging her ass around hungrily, letting the knob open her hole a little. Then, unexpectedly, she was jarred backwards and felt the shifter slide up into her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, shit!" she said.
Bending and straightening her legs, Ann fucked herself on the knob. Her eyes glazed over with lust. Her breathing was ragged and wild. Her thigh muscles trembled as she continued to excite herself.
Nat varied the speed of the engine to make the vibrations shudder through her. Ann was drooling down her chin now. She was so close to coming, she knew it would be only seconds now.
When she looked at Nat again, though, he was jacking his cock, making it big and hard. Her eyes flashed and he seemed to be telling her to finish with him.
"Ohhh, yes!" she cried, pulling her pussy away from the shift knob and straddling Nat's waist as she faced him. He scooted down in the seat to give her room, his big cock sticking up between them. Ann wiggled down on it, her cuntlips opening around the streamlined tip. Nat held it up for her to skewer herself on. When it had gone deep into her dripping pussy, Ann kissed the big trucker on the mouth. Again, the truck swerved, but Nat kept between the lines on the road.
Ann had both feet flat on the seat, knees bent sharply. By raising and lowering herself, she was able to let Nat's cock go deep into the tight fever of her pussy. She tossed her head around, her light brown hair flying. She lifted her tits, knowing that Nat couldn't push her top up and start kissing them, but wishing that he could.
Somehow, the excited trucker did just that. He stretched her top up and began to suck tenderly on one swollen tit. Ann squirmed wildly, rocking her hips as she let herself down on his thick, stiff cock, wiggling again as she lifted herself slowly away from it. The fucking sounds coming from between her cuntlips were very slick and sexy and she was going to come.
"Yaaahhhh," she cried, her head flopping forward. She rested her face against Nat's broad shoulder as her muscles squeezed convulsively around his cock. Somehow, Nat kept the truck on the road during all of this. Ann came hard, her breath rasping against her neck, her fingers digging at his sides. She moved her ass frantically, letting her plush, slick insides caress his big cock.
"Coming so good... " she babbled, heaving sigh after sigh. Finally, when the tremors ended, she shivered all over and went limp against Nat's chest. It took her another five minutes to get the strength to crawl off him and flop exhausted across the seat.
When they hit Coon's crossing, Nat needed a drink. They went into a roadside bar and found a cool booth in back. Nat bought Ann a scotch on the rocks and ordered a beer and a double shot of bourbon for himself. He watched her sip her drink without saying much at first.
"You know, you're a puzzle to me. I'm trying to figure you out," he said.
"How's that, darling?" Ann asked.
"Most women in your position wouldn't be taking chances like this." Nat gulped down the shot of bourbon and chased it with some beer. "You got a husband makes plenty of money, got a nice house. But here you are out fooling around with me."
"I like your big prick," Ann said, winking.
"Aren't you afraid your old man might find out?"
Ann shrugged. "I haven't really thought about it." She wondered what Nat would think if he knew that she'd done lots more fucking than just with him. Fucking was becoming a way of life.
"What is it with you?" Nat asked. "You get a kick out of cheating?"
Ann flopped one of her expensive little braids. "Yeah, sure. I've got cheatin' fever."
"If you were my wife, I'd... "
"I'm not your wife," Ann said, fire in her eyes. "That's the trouble with men. They think they own a woman just by marrying her. You'd love that, wouldn't you? You'd love to own me, to think you could fuck me any time of the day ot night."
Nat put a hand out. "Hey, cool down. I was just talking."
"Well, you can shove that kind of talk up your . .
"Come on, let's have fun." He lifted his beer.
Ann sipped her scotch and as the liquor spread in her belly, warming her blood, she smiled. "I just didn't want you to make any assumptions about me," she said.
"Won't ever mention it again," Nat grinned. He took her hand across the table. "Let's go find a place where we can climb into my sleeper. I've been just dying to eat that sweet little pussy of yours."
"Mmmm, that does sound nice. Then we can fuck."
Ann followed Nat from the bar. The liquor had made her feel loose and easy and on the way up the ladder to the cab, Nat nuzzled his mouth between the cheeks of her ass. She knew her tight jeans were driving him crazy. At the lumber yard, they told Nat it would be a couple of hours before his truck would be loaded. He grabbed Ann's hand and started off down the street.
"I know a crappy little motel not too far from here," he said, walking faster all the while.
It was crappy all right, but at least the sheets were clean. Ann went to tear the wrapping off a glass so they could have a drink from the bottle Nat had bought on the way over. Nat pulled the blinds and kicked off his boots.
"Two hours of fucking," he said, filling his chest. "You ready for that?"
Ann turned, letting her cornrow braids swirl around her head. She had a sultry, come-on look and she stood there in her sandals and jeans, slowly edging her top up until both tits were naked. Through the crotch of her faded denims, a wet spot had begun to show.
"I'm ready," she answered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nat fucked her doggy style. Ann had never been bent over the edge of a bed before. Nat fingered her pussy until the lips were bloomed out and glossy with juice. Then he pressed the head of his cock into the mushy heat and worked it in and out slowly until he had half of his big cock in her pussy.
"Ohhh, I never knew it would feel like this. No wonder dogs are always fucking... feels so nice!"
"It's tighter, isn't it?" Nat whispered, slipping a big hand under her body to caress her belly and tits. Ann lay with her face against the bed, her ass whipping from side to side as Nat fucked her from behind. She had arched her back down sharply, but when he grabbed her hips and thrust hard, she humped it up again, trembling with excitement.
"God, you could really show a girl you mean business," Ann said.
"I do mean business.
"Mmmmm, your cock is stretching me nice, Nat! Mmmmm, put it in deep again."
Nat bit the back of her neck and fucked harder. To feel the weight of the big man on her back, pressing her down onto the bed, was thrilling. Ann whimpered to be kissed and Nat licked her mouth and neck while he thrust. Each stab of his cock made her body lurch forward against the mattress.
It was so tight fucking this way that when Ann tightened her cunt muscles around Nat's big cock, he clutched her body and panted against the nape of her neck. She knew she could make him come without half trying. But she wasn't close yet, so she loosened up and squirmed away from him, his cock slipping out.
"Hey, where are you going?" he said, laughing and reaching out to grab her.
Ann perched on top of the old dresser in the room, her heels drawn up and hooked on the edge, her pussy open. The flesh was inflamed and very wet and when Nat looked at her like that, he lunged across the room.
He had to fuck her standing up now, while she sat there, her cunt at the very edge of the dresser top. She could look down between her tits and watch .him pushing the glossy blue head of his cock into her cunt. It was very sexy and she began to work her ass around as the penetration got deeper.
"Ohhhh, isn't this fun?"
"Jesus, I'm about to come already," Nat groaned. He was as excited as she was by this new position. He hugged her against him, nuzzling her hair hungrily as his cock slipped deeper into the wet heat of her cunt. Ann dug her nails into his ass and made him tremble.
Inside her, she could feel his cocktip surging. Again, Nat was very close to coming. Ann wasn't satisfied, though. She wanted the game to last.
"Eat me now," she said, breathing into the big man's ear. "Eat my cunt."
It was torture for Nat to pull his cock out of her warm pussy, but he did and then got down on his knees in front of the dresser. His mouth came exactly even with her pussy and he burrowed deep into the slippery, velvety folds. Ann plunged her cunt up and down. She could get her clit right up against his flicking tongue that way. Her eyes glazed and she rolled her head to one side.
"Uhhh, ohhhhhh, Nat!"
"You eat good," he groaned, licking deeper. His big cock swung around, still shining with Ann's juices. He dug his thumbs into the smooth, white skin of her inner thighs.
"You eat me good, too," Ann whimpered, twisting her body excitedly. She hooked her heels behind Nat's neck, drawing him against her while she worked her hips up and down. Her fingers dug in his hair. She was really enjoying this. When she thought of George watching it all happen, she was amused. She humped her back and her clit rose firm and hot against the tip of Nat's flicking tongue.
"Ohhh, lick the hell out of it, Nat! Ohhhh, do lick it!"
"I want to fuck you again," he groaned.
"Just another second or two," Ann begged, working her hips back and forth as she panted loudly and pulled her heels against the back of the big man's head. The sound of his face rubbing her swollen cunt was slick and sexy. Her clit was surging now, almost exploding.
"Now!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"
Ann tasted her own cunt juices when Nat kissed her. She felt his big cock being forced into the juicy, tight opening of her pussy and she dug her heels into his asscheeks to help him penetrate her quickly.
She loved that, loved the feeling of his heavy, thick cock spearing suddenly into the deepest part of her tight cunt. She squirmed and babbled when it went in to the hilt and his balls bumped forward against her ass.
"Uhhh, I wish we could fuck forever like this!" Ann said, biting Nat's lip when he kissed her with his musky mouth. She tasted her cunt juices on him and this thrilled her too. She was going to come! She was going to come good and hard and quick.
"Hold on, baby," the big trucker groaned, his cock surging, stretching her delicate cunt. "Ohhhh, Christ!"
They were kissing wildly when Ann felt the first spurts. Nat's cock throbbed heavily. She felt her own muscles rippling, milking him. The next second, her clit seemed to burst with thrills, the kind of thrills that made her flop uncontrollably, her toes pointed, heels still digging into Nat's big shoulders.
His cock rode in and out of her. Hot cum made a white pool on the edge of the dresser and dripped down to make a puddle on the floor. Ann let her tits be licked, then took Nat's tongue again, biting and sucking it while he fucked her gloriously. Her clit kept pulsing, the thrills never reaching an end until Ann was so weak she could hardly stay balanced on the top of the dresser.
Nat held her up, ravashing her mouth while he fucked her. She could feel him trembling. The strain of standing up while fucking was finally wearing him down. Ann was still coming, though. She needed a few more seconds... just a few more.
That cock was so big and hard and hot! It went so deep. Her cunt drank the slick, cummy juices and it sucked for more. The sound of their fucking was very sexy now. A good, hot, juicy fuck! Ann was wild for it. But at last, her head flopped against Nat's shoulder, and she went limp.
"God in heaven, that was nice,"- she babbled, her cunt still spasming as the last tingling thrills turned to a warm afterglow of satisfaction. Nat left his cock deep inside her cunt when he'd finished spurting. As if they'd planned it, Ann wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and he carried her to the bed. They rolled over a few times, never coming unconnected. Her cunt muscles gripped the base of the trucker's big cock as if they wanted to absorb him.
"Ain't fucking grand?" she giggled, biting her lover's ear.
"Sure is. At least it is with you, baby."
"I think you're falling in love with me, Nat."
"Could be. I'm not sure I want to."
"Why, darling?" Ann teased.
"Because you're a hot-to-trot little bitch. I'd be crazy to think I'm the only one taking you to bed."
Ann pulled a serious face and made her eyes all lovey-dovey. "But you are the only one, darling." She bit her lip and giggled. "Today." Nat frowned and laughed and spanked her ass until it stung. Each time he hit her, her cunt squeezed tighter around his cock. He seemed to like that and Ann was enjoying the smart sting of his hand on her plush bottom.
"I knew you were the jealous type," she said.
"I'm going to get me a drink and then see if I can fuck you again," Nat said.
"You feel pretty soft," Ann said, wrinkling her nose as she tested him with pressure from her cunt muscles.
"You can suck me, how's that?" he asked.
Ann nodded eagerly. "Love to, darling. You've got the nicest cock in the world to suck. It really fills a girl's mouth up to the brim."
Before the two hours were out, Ann had come five times and Nat had made three. They'd kissed and licked and sucked and fucked until both of them were exhausted. On the way back home in the truck, she leaned wearily against him, a glass of scotch jingling in her hand.
"When am I going to see you again?" Nat asked. He sounded a bit edgy. As if he'd been dreading to ask this particular question.
"I might be busy next week," Ann told him. She had been thinking about Stan Burroughs just then. She remembered how much he'd enjoyed fucking her. She knew she had him caught on her pussy now. Then there was that handsome young chauffeur too. What was his name? Oh yes, it was Chris. Chris with the brown eyes.
"Can I call you up?" Nat asked.
"It might be better if you waited for a while. My husband wouldn't understand if he caught me sneaking out too much, now would he?"
"God, I'm crazy about you, Ann," Nat said, fingering one of her small braids. "Everything about you... "
"I'm glad. But don't make a fuss. I've got enough problems keeping all this from George."
"And just who are your other problems?" Nat said, looking angry. "Who else are you fucking besides me?"
"My husband, of course."
"No, I don't mean your husband." Nat took a hand from the wheel and grabbed her shoulder hard. He hurt her. Ann struggled but couldn't get loose.
"Nat, damn you...!" she said.
"You little slut, you'd better save all your fucking for me or somebody will get hurt."
Ann didn't think as she threw her scotch in Nat's face. He sputtered and swerved on the highway but at least he let her go. She slipped over to the other side of the cab and sulked the rest of the way to town. When Nat let her out by the park, she didn't say goodbye, kiss my ass or go to hell. She didn't need him.
When she looked back from the corner, though, Nat was still parked there, his sad eyes watching her walk away. He gave a wave but Ann turned her back and hurried off. She needed another drink, a good, hot shower and a little nap. Already she was wondering what Stan Burroughs was doing.
Two days later, she was told by her husband that they were invited to spend the day with Stan Burroughs. He wanted to talk some business over with George.
"He didn't get a chance to meet you last time," George told Ann. "He told me that if you wanted to, you could bring your swimming suit and amuse yourself in the pool while he talked to me."
"Maybe I would like that," Ann said, knowing how great she looked in her bikini. She went upstairs to admire her naked body and see how well her new hairdo was holding up. Even after all her tussling with Nat in that motel bed and a couple of mandatory fucks with George, her cornrow braids looked fine.
When they arrived at the Burroughs estate, Ann's heart was pounding. She remembered that romantic fuck in the chauffeur's bed and how Stan had been dying to know who she was. By now, of course, he must have guessed. Still, when he came into the room and smiled at her, she saw the fire in his eyes. When George introduced her, Stan took her hand and held it.
"I was sorry I didn't get to meet you at the party," he said. His eyes were saying other things. "I hope you brought your swimming suit."
Ann was shown to the pool and to the small place nearby where she could change. Once in her bikini, she got into the water and floated around by herself. Stan had taken George into the house to tend to some kind of business.
The butler came to the poolside and asked her what she wanted to drink. When he returned with her scotch on the rocks, Ann got out of the water and rested on a towel on the grass, sipping the drink and feeling a bit lonesome. She was overjoyed when she saw Stan come out of the house wearing a pair of swimming trunks. He looked fantastic, and the way his cock pushed against the crotch of his trunks made her want to get her mouth on it.
"Where's George?" she asked, afraid her husband might be joining them.
"George is going to be busy for a long time," Stan said with a laugh. "I think he'd crawl on broken glass to close this deal."
Stan grabbed Ann's hand and pulled her toward the pool. They went into the water together and when they surfaced, Stan pulled her against him and kissed her neck. She let her hips float against him under the water and wrapped her legs around his thighs.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," Ann sighed as his kisses grew hungrier. "I've been thinking about you."
"Come on," Stan said, pointing to the deep part of the pool. "Let me show you my secret grotto. You've got to promise to keep it a secret, though."
Ann promised and dove under the water with him. They went deep and she saw Stan push a panel in the side of the swimming pool. The panel opened, revealing an underwater cave built out of natural rock. Ann was so surprised that she drew back a little. Stan motioned with his head for her to follow him.
Swimming through the opening, they surfaced. The panel closed behind them and she pulled herself out onto a polished flagstone. It was a little room with a bed and phonograph and even a bar! Ann stood there, dripping in her bikini while Stan made her a fresh drink.
"Like it?" he asked.
"I've never seen anything like it." She took a drink of scotch and pushed close to him, her hand feeling for his cock. She wiggled her fingers under the elastic and curved a damp palm against his throbbing prick. "It's trapped in those tight trunks!" she said.
"Maybe you should turn it loose."
"That might be dangerous," Ann giggled, putting her drink down and kneeling before Stan. Slowly, she worked his trunks down. When his cock swung upwards, the foreskin was still half covering his tip. With her lips, Ann smoothed the clinging skin back, her tongue gently stroking the swollen cockhead. Stan trembled and petted the sides of her face.
"You could get to be a habit," he said, panting.
"Mmmmmmm, yummy," she whispered, licking his cock as she stretched his skin back with a finger and thumb. His cock throbbed, jumping to meet her tongue. Ann licked his cockhead until he was having trouble breathing. Slowly, she let her soft, full lips pinch down on his tip, rubbing back and forth as she let her head bob forward. She took his prick as deep in her mouth as she possibly could. When she looked up at Stan with her big, blue eyes, he was staring down at her like she was some angel who'd appeared to save him from a life of boredom.
He took her hand and pulled her up onto her feet again. Ann could feel his cock against her belly, his hands tracing the youthful lines of her body. She kissed him again and again, letting him put his tongue into her mouth. Stan pulled her over to the fancy bed and jerked back the red satin sheets.
The feel of the sheets against her body made Ann sigh. Stan was pulling the top of her bikini down so he could suck on her tits. His fingers curled under her mound until he found a place to get under the crotchband. She wriggled and moaned as he finger fucked her, his thumb caressing her clit until she was slick and feverish.
"I'm an easy lay," she whispered against his ear.
"That's why I like you. No games, no bullshit. You just like to fuck."
"So do you," Ann said, putting her tongue into his earhole.
"Doesn't George like to fuck?" Stan asked. "He's crazy if he doesn't get excited with you around."
"George doesn't know how to fuck." Ann kissed her way around to Stan's mouth. His finger was going in and out of her while she clutched his big cock, jacking it with sharp, upward movements of her fist. When she did this, the head bulged and turned a darker shade of blue. Ann rocked her hips, enjoying the steady stab of Stan's fingers in her pussy. But she needed more. Something bigger and hotter.
"Fuck me," she whimpered. "Fuck my pussy until I can't stand it any more."
Stan undid her bikini bottom and eased it off her pale, soft ass. She opened her knees and pulled her heels back against her bottom. As he watched her, Ann fingered herself, a hungry look in her eyes, her wide, pretty mouth slack with lust.
"There's where I want you to fuck me," she said, pushing her forefinger into her cunt as far as she could and pulling it out. She rubbed her slick finger under Stan's nose and he laughed and caught her knuckles between his teeth, sucking off the musky wetness.
"Sometimes, I wish I were a man," Ann said, "so you could suck my cock. What does it feel like?"
Stan laughed. "I never know what you're going to say next." He shrugged. "Why don't we fuck awhile first and then maybe I can give you a little lesson."
"You're crazy," Ann said, pushing him down onto his back. Stan stayed there and she found herself excited by the way his cock jutted up from his crotch. She straddled him and held his cock with one hand while she eased her dripping, blossomed cunt down on that blue tip. It went into her with a slurpy sound and she let out a long sigh, her thighs trembling from the tension of holding herself up over him.
"God, that's nice!"
Stan rolled her onto her back suddenly. Ann's heels were still cocked back against her ass and she tossed her hips around as he drove the rest of his cock into her cunt. They kissed hungrily, hugging and whispering dirty words to each other.
"Whhuuuuhh, you fuck so good," Ann told him.
Stan gave her every inch he had and held it deep. "So do you."
"Ohhhhh, I'm glad George is busy. He'll never find us down here, will he?"
"He won't have time to look," Stan said. "He's up to his ass in paperwork. I told him I wanted it all worked out by the time we eat dinner tonight."
"But I know what I want for dinner," Ann said, pouting prettily. She was working her ass around under the steady thrusting of Stan's big cock. Stan kissed her hard, his fingers digging into her ass as he speared her slow and deep.
"Your cunt is the softest, sweetest thing," he breathed.
"Mmmmmm, you do it nice!" Ann panted, her pretty face turned to the side. Stan kissed her ear and licked his way down to one of her ripe, swollen tits. She arched her back to press her tit up against his tongue. "Bite it while you fuck me," she said.
Stan chewed the pretty tit gingerly, his cock making her clit surge. Ann clung to him suddenly, her muscles trembling, her lips peeled away from her teeth.
"Ohhhh, Stan! I'm gonna come!" she cried.
CHAPTER NINE
Ann thrashed and twisted on the bed while Stan's cock was thrust deep in her cunt. She loved to fuck. She was wild for fucking. She knew that the thrill of cheating on her husband added to the pleasure she felt now.
"Yessss! Oh, Stan, yesss!"
He licked and stroked and fucked her harder, his big cocktip swelling with blood as it glided in and out of her velvety flesh. Juice dripped and smeared across her cuntlips. Stan's mouth smeared across her own. She held to him frantically, trembling with the stormy passion that jolted her slender body.
"Ahhhh, ahhhhhh," she cried, coming hard now.
Stan moved slower, his cock throbbing like crazy. Ann squeezed her slickness down around him until she felt him start spurting. He gasped against her neck and stabbed deep each time the cum jetted out. Ann could smell it now and felt how slick she was inside. They rolled around, touching and rubbing and gasping as the throes lessened and the pleasure grew less intense. Ann blinked and smiled.
"Mmmm, that was nice. I think I'd like a drink now," she said.
Stan handed her a small, soft towel to stem the wetness of her cunt with while he went to freshen up her scotch. They lay on the bed in the grotto, resting and drinking. Ann thought of her husband sweating over the work Stan had given him.
"It would be nice having you around all the time," Stan told her.
"You wouldn't get tired of me?"
"The thing is whether you'd get tired of me," Stan said with a wink. "You seem like the sort of girl who likes a change of pace."
Ann licked her upper lip but didn't say anything. Stan was right of course. She had never realized it until after she'd gotten married and found out what a drag George was.
Stan finished his drink and stood up. "I think I'd better go check on your husband," he said, grinning. "Just to make sure he's still busy. If you get bored, you can get Chris to drive you somewhere. You know Chris, my driver?"
Ann looked intentionally vague. "Oh, yes. The fellow whose bed we used the afternoon of your party."
Stan nodded. "I've got accounts at all the stores in town. Why don't you amuse yourself by picking something out that you like. Just tell them to put it on my account."
"That's sweet of you, Stan," Ann said, leaning over to kiss him. She wasn't thinking of buying a frock to amuse herself with, though. "Maybe I will go find your chauffeur."
When they'd put their swim suits back on and swum back through the opening in the poolside to surface in the sunlight once again, Ann climbed from the water and shook herself off like a dog. Stan was amused by her slightly drunken state and gave her a pat on the ass.
"I'll see you in an hour or two," he told her and headed for the house. Ann went back toward the cottage where Chris stayed. She entered his door quietly. Voices came from a bedroom. Ann stood in the doorway, looking down at the couple on the bed. The girl there looked younger than Ann. She was a redhead with snow-white skin and a lot of freckles. She'd been gently sucking Chris' cock. When she looked up and saw Ann, she gave a squeal of surprise and pulled the sheet up over her big tits. Chris stared at Ann, wide-eyed and confused.
"I want to go for a ride. Stan told me you'd drive me wherever I wanted," Ann said to him.
"Yeah. Sure." He got up, his big cock swinging hard in front of him. The redheaded girl looked scared. She probably thought Ann was some jet set friend of Stan's. The expensive hairdo made the illusion more believable.
When Chris started by, Ann reached out and grabbed his cock in her thin fingers. He grinned and blushed as she pushed him toward the bed. Ann spoke to the redhead.
"Does he like to fuck you as much as he likes to fuck me?"
"I... I d-d-don't know," the redhead mumbled.
"Her name is Gloria," Chris said to Ann. "You don't have to scare her like that. She's only sixteen."
Ann wagged a finger at him. "You naughty man. At least I'm nineteen. But sixteen... really!"
Chris fell back onto the bed, helpless to get away with Ann holding his cock like that. Ann motioned for the redhead to come over and join her. The girl grinned shyly, then walked toward Ann. She got on her knees on the bed and looked down at Chris' big cock.
"Do you like to suck Chris?" Ann asked Gloria.
"I guess I do. I like him to eat me too."
Ann made a motion with her arm. "Chris, I want you to lick Gloria's cunt like a good boy. I'll suck you off at the same time."
Gloria was so embarrassed her whole body seemed to be blushing. Yet, she let Chris roll her onto her back while he got on hands and knees to face the tight, red curls of her pussy. He began to lick her, sliding his tongue between the plush folds of her cunt. Ann wiggled under Chris' belly and stuffed a pillow under her head. She got the head of his cock pinched between her lips and began to roll it back and forth while her tongue smeared hot spit across the tender flesh. Chris moaned and pulled in a breath.
"Uhhh, baby, this is nice! Never tried it in this combination."
"Ohhhhh," Gloria shuddered, her back arching, her wide hips thrusting from side to side.
Ann let her lips slide farther down Chris' cockshaft. He had such lovely balls! She fondled them, cupped them tightly as she sucked the head of his cock. Ann felt terribly wicked. She liked the feeling. It had all started with her cheating a little with the son of the fix-it man. Now she was really getting into the swing of things. And she liked it more than ever.
"Mmmmmmm," Gloria moaned, squirming under Chris' hungry mouth. Ann decided she wanted to be eaten too! She squirmed out from under Chris and stretched herself up beside the young, big-titted redhead. Without thinking, Ann took the girl's hand in hers. The instant thrill must have gone through both of them, because Gloria looked over into Ann's eyes with a sultry, yearning expression.
Without saying a word, Ann rolled on top of Gloria and began to kiss her on the mouth. Chris didn't seem shocked or surprised by this. With Ann rubbing her cunt against Gloria's pussy, Chris could eat both of them at the same time. Ann felt his tongue sliding down her cuntslit, then up again to pet the dripping folds of Gloria's pussy.
Ann put her tongue into Gloria's mouth and the redhead sucked it eagerly, her hands sliding over Ann's back. It was nice to have their tits together, too, and Ann liked the sweaty cling of their bellies together.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, I'm gonna die!" Gloria moaned, pumping her hips so that Chris would keep licking her. He burrowed in the soft, wet pussies of both girls, pinching their asses and thighs as he licked them.
Chris got another idea, and Ann felt him pulling at her, rolling her off Gloria's soft, warm body. It was wild! Chris was on his back and Ann was lying with her back against his belly. He got his cock into her pussy this way, fucking her as she looked up at the ceiling. But it was what Gloria started to do that made the scene even more erotic.
"Mmmmm, your cunt tastes good," Gloria sighed, her red lips sliding slickly over Ann's clit. Ann trembled violently, wiggling her ass around as Chris shoved his cock in and out of her hole. Gloria licked Chris' shaft, too, as it speared Ann's pussy. She licked his cock and Ann's cunt, her tongue like a half-crazed butterfly. Ann had never felt anything like it.
Ann fucked Chris excitedly, her hips plunging with Chris, then against him as his cock gouged pleasure from her pussy. The constant fluttering of Gloria's tongue across her inflamed flesh was so exquisite that Ann dug her fingers into the girl's red locks and moaned her name.
"Yuuuummm," the redhead said, lapping and sucking and burrowing her mouth against Ann's pussy as Chris' stiff cock slid in and out. Ann wasn't going to last much longer. It was just getting too damned good!
"Yuuuhhh," she groaned, thrusting violently! She tossed and bucked, her asscheeks pressing into Chris' belly, her back against his chest. His strong arms held her while his fingers played across her tits. Ann had never had a wilder fuck! She came with breath-stopping convulsions, her head rolling loosely as her pussy squeezed down on Chris' hard cock.
Ann came and came and came until at last the hot, tickling frenzy had passed. When her wild thrashing let Chris' cock slip loose from her hole, Ann looked down in time to see Gloria capture the slick, hot shaft between her small hands. As the redhead's mouth opened, the first streak of jism jumped from the darkened head of Chris' cock. Some of it spurted across Gloria's chin, but most of it splattered into her mouth. The girl had her mouth around his cock now, sucking strongly, pulling the fresh cum out of the handsome man's balls.
To watch Gloria sucking noisily on Chris' big cock while he groaned and rolled his hips around made Ann tingle again, though she'd just had a fantastic climax. Weakly, she pushed herself up on an elbow, then crawled over to Gloria.
"Let me have some," she panted. "Please let me have some too!"
Gloria popped her cummy lips free of Chris' cocktip and pushed it toward Ann. Ann fastened her mouth on his cock just as a fresh stream of jism exploded onto her tongue. She licked him furiously, bobbing her head up and down while she squeezed his balls. Gloria was close by, watching with excitement as she wiped a finger across her cream-glossed chin.
"Doesn't it taste good? Mmmmm, I'm crazy about that stuff."
"Glluhhmmm," Ann mumbled back, too busy drinking the hot, slick cum to answer. Her lips made a sexy sound as they slid up and down Chris' cockshaft. At last, the dark-eyed young man trembled and went limp on the bed. Ann felt his cock soften slightly, but she kept it in her mouth until the throbbing had eased up. When she looked at Gloria, the redhead was breathing fast, her legs crossed in front of her and her finger deep into the plush, wet folds of her cunt.
"Gloria didn't get to come," Ann said to Chris. Chris barely moved. His eyes were closed.
Gloria gazed at him and sighed. "I'm not going to get any help from Chris."
"Then I'll do it," Ann said, pushing the pretty, big-titted girl onto her back and forcing her knees apart. Gloria laughed, but her giggles changed to sighs as Ann began to lick the soft, satin-smooth surfaces of her swollen pussy.
It was the first time in Ann's life she'd ever touched another female so intimately, but she found it very exciting. It was almost like kiss- ing herself. To let her tongue explore the dainty folds and crevices was a new adventure. Ann licked Gloria until the girl was gasping and rolling her ass around on the bed.
"God, Ann! That feels so good! Ohhhh, Ann, don't stop, please don't ever stop!"
Ann knew how she liked to be licked so it was easy doing the right things to Gloria. She dug her thumbs into the girl's thighs and licked her like a dog might. Then she burrowed her mouth into the slippery crevice, letting her cheeks and chin rub in the slick, musky mess. Gloria wasn't going to have to wait long. Already, she was breathing hard, her belly pulled in under her ribs, her heels digging against the bed.
Chris was watching now, a smile on his face as he saw how hungry Ann was. It excited her to be watched doing such naughty things. She only wished Chris was hard enough to fuck her while she licked Gloria. Maybe someday they could pull it off together.
"Ohhh, ouch!" Gloria cried, her ass thrusting from side to side, her back arched sharply. She came with frantic, convulsive movements. Chris kissed the redhead on the mouth hard while Ann ate her out. The three of them writhed and wiggled until at last Gloria's cunt had stopped throbbing so hard. Ann was exhausted. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. Gloria hopped out of bed and bounced around the room, her big tits quivering. "Sex is the greatest!" she said.
Chris touched Ann's shoulder. "Want to go for that ride?" he asked.
"Not just now. I'd better go back to the pool. Stan will be coming to find me and I want to be there when he needs me."
Ann put her bikini back on, noticing that her pussy was so swollen from all the action that it hardly fit inside the narrow, satin crotchband. Oh, well, what did it matter? A cunt was made for fucking. She said goodbye to Chris and Gloria, kissed them both, and walked back across the well-kept lawn to the swimming pool. She meandered into the house and, after finding the bar, fixed herself a drink.
In a while, Stan would come down from upstairs and they'd probably fuck again. She felt a tickle between the lips of her cunt when she thought of this. Would she get tired of fucking? Ann doubted it. She walked around the spacious, luxurious house in her bikini. Stopping in front of a full-length mirror, she surveyed her lean body. She looked good in her bikini and the sun had reddened the tops of her tits and shoulders. She spun a braid around her finger and cocked a hip out.
"Thank God I'm appreciated now," she sighed, remembering how quickly George had tired of her after their marriage. "A girl is entitled to a little fun."
A noise on the stairs made her turn. Stan was walking toward her, a smile on his face and a hard-on inside his swimming trunks.
"George is still working hard," he told her.
"George is always willing to work hard if it means money," Ann said, tilting her drink.
"I'll have the servants take him something to eat," Stan said, coming around behind the bar to join Ann. "The next question is where shall we go to fuck?"
"Why go anywhere?"
Stan laughed. "You want to do it, right here? Among the bourbon and scotch?"
"Yes," she sighed. "Do it standing up. Or I'll bend over if you'd like it that way."
"You're a wonderful little slut," Stan whispered, kissing her mouth. "And you taste like my good scotch."
"Mmmmm," Ann whimpered, pouting sexily. "Please Stan, fuck me here. Pull off my bikini bottom and fuck me here."
"If a servant comes through the room, I want you to keep a straight face," he told her, fumbling at the tie on her hip.
"Promise!" Ann agreed, getting a hand into his trunks. They fondled each other for a moment and then Ann rested her elbows on the bar and pushed her pert ass out for Stan. He eased his cock along her slit until her juices were dripping and wetting the head of his cock. Pushing it against her cunt, he gave a short, hard thrust. Ann was almost lifted from her feet, but his cock sank into her feverish pussy and she squirmed to make it go deeper.
She sipped her scotch while Stan fucked her there behind the bar. She liked having it like that. It was so tight! So clinging!
"Ohhhh, darling, I love you to fuck me."
"There'll be lots more of it," Stan said, kissing the nape of her neck. Ann sucked in a quick breath and her muscles tightened on him. With a weak sigh she came. Her head flew back and her arm brushed her glass, spilling scotch across the bar.
"Honeeeeee!" she gurgled, twisting and pumping her ass. Scotch wasn't the only thing that was going to be spilled. As Stan held her tightly from behind, his cock jumped and Ann smiled happily as her insides were once again bathed with the hot, sticky stuff she'd grown to lust after.
"Fill me all up," she groaned to Stan. "Come inside me, darling."
The alarm had gone off with a rattle and Ann nearly knocked it off the table as she tried to find the irritating noise that had broken through her dream. She'd been dreaming of Stan and Nat and Rob and Chris. With the alarm clock quieted, she realized she was in her own bed with her own husband. George sat up wearily and swung his legs out of bed.
"Got to get over to San Burroughs' office this morning," he said. "Did I tell you he offered me a job with his company?"
"I was asleep when you came in last night," Ann said. "How could you tell me?"
"Well, it's great news. Of course he might have me traveling quite a bit. Even more than I am now. I'd miss you." George leaned over to kiss Ann. She let him. The kiss did no more for her than brushing her teeth would have. George got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She heard him pee and then start the shower. He talked about his new job and how much money it would mean for them.
"You'll have to watch the place here full time, of course."
Ann stretched under the sheets. She rolled onto her side and looked at the telephone. George was still rambling on about his lucky break. The idiot. If only he knew that she'd been the cause of him getting hooked up with Stan Burroughs.
George was in the shower now, still talking. Ann took the phone off the hook and dialed a number. She glanced back at the bathroom, smiled to herself.
"Hello, Rob? Sorry to call you so early, darling... how have you been... yes, I've missed you too. Could you come over right away? You could? Yes... make it about half an hour and just come on in. I'll be waiting in bed... goodbye, darling... I can hardly wait." Gently, Ann put the phone back in its cradle. She let out a long breath and propped a pillow under her head.
George came out of the shower, dressed quickly and stood before the mirror getting his tie right.
"What will you do when I'm out of town?" he asked.
"Oh, same as always," Ann said. "I read a lot and I go see a few friends."
"It's great having a wife I can trust," George told her. He came over and kissed her forehead. "You're so beautiful. I guess I haven't had much time to tell you that lately."
Ann smiled. "That's okay, darling. I know you mean to tell me."
Her words had an exciting affect upon her husband. He looked around as if Father Time himself might be watching. "Maybe I have time for you to suck my cock before I have to run. That would be nice, wouldn't it?"
Ann pretended to be thinking about this. "You'd better get on over to Mr. Burroughs' office, I think. You want to be at your best. Sometimes, sex can sap your energy."
"Yes, Ann darling, you're right. Maybe tonight, if I don't have to work too late." He kissed her forehead again and got his suit jacket from the closet. Ann blew him a kiss and heard him going down the front steps. The car started and pulled away. For a while there was silence. She threw back the covers, stripped off her nightgown and began to finger her cunt.
It was already swollen and it didn't take much touching to get her juices smeared around over the inflamed flesh. The sound of a truck pulling up made her breathe faster. She heard the door open in the front hall, then close. Footsteps.
Rob stood in the doorway, his hands pulling at his jacket, then his shirt. He looked at her naked body with a hunger that thrilled Ann.
"God, I've been needing you," he said, lunging onto the bed. His big cock grew bigger in Ann's hands. She massaged him eagerly, loving his lips on hers.
"Mmmmm, this is going to be nice, Rob darling!"
"I want to spend the whole day with you," he said.
"Can't, Rob. Mr. Burroughs' chauffeur is coming to pick me up at noon." She wrinkled her nose at his angry look. "To take me shopping, silly."
"Then maybe we can eat supper together," Rob suggested. "I'll take you to get some pizza."
Ann shook her head. "I'm dining with Stan Burroughs." She gave a little shrug. "Sorry."
Rob sighed. "At least I've got you now."
"Yes! You've got me now." Ann opened her thighs, bending her long legs up so that her luscious cunt opened with a wet snick. Rob gazed into it like there was nothing more beautiful on the face of the earth. His cock looked awfully big and swollen.
"You'd better fuck me, honey," Ann told him. "Before you flip out or something."
Rob put his cock against her soft folds and pushed. She dug her nails into his back and lurched her cunt upward to have him. The penetration sent shock waves of pleasure through her. Ann squirmed, loving it as much as any other time she'd fucked Rob. She was born to. fuck. She knew she would have to fuck at least three times a day for the rest of her life. It was plain to see that George would never be able to give her what she wanted.
"Faster, darling! Oh, I want to come quick this time, then we can do a slow one. I'll suck you, too, and you can suck me and then we can... "
Rob's mouth covered hers, smothering her words of love. She kissed him back hard, their tongues slipping together. Rob's cock plunged deeper, plowing her soft, wet flesh apart. She squeezed her thighs around his middle and moved her ass in all the ways she'd learned to move it.
"I've never known anybody who liked to fuck as much as you do," Rob whispered against her ear. Ann dug her fingers into his shoulders and plunged her cunt up and down. She knew the boy was right.
