"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." So wrote American poet and essayist Henry David Thoreau in the Nine-teenth Century. This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today, considering the pressures and frequent monotony of modern society.
The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill-going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
The young wife in this book is one of these desperate people. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, she seizes at the first opportunity for release. In her need, she casts aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the mo-ment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
HOT ORGY WIFE is a story about the "quiet desperation" in many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Do you want my cock, Marie?" he asked huskily. "Do you want to get fucked by it?"
"Yes!" said the passion-inflamed young wife. "Oh, yes, Hal! God, your cock is wonderful . . . it's such a big, hard, beautiful prick! I can feel it against my belly. Fuck me with it, darling . . . fuck me hard!"
It was when he started to suck her bare nipples that his hands moved over her belly and down inside her panties. She winced and then trembled as she felt his palm cross her cunt-mound. Down, down went his hand, to her luscious pussy, down and under to cup her thick-lipped cunt.
Marie bit her lips. She was hot, oh, so hot, and she pushed her pussy hard into his hand. His first two fingers were parting the loose flesh at her cunt. They scissored along her clit, finding it immediately. Never had she been finger-fucked in such a forceful and merciless way. She was weaving her hips at him, heaving into his hand, egging him on with every wild, erotic gesture of her belly and thighs.
"Yes, Hal darling! Ohhhh, God, yes, be rough with me! Hurt me!"
"Spread your legs, baby. Spread 'em wide!" Hal commanded.
Obediently, Marie opened her legs as far apart as she could. The lips of her soft, tender cunt spread wide before his eyes. She began to undulate her hips suggestively, and then raised her hands to her own rounded tits and squeezed them hard, teasing the nipples into throbbing knobs.
"Hurry," she whispered hotly. "Hurry, darling, I'm on fire for your beautiful meat!"
With a low moan of heated desire, Hal moved between her widespread thighs until his face was only inches above her fleecy, golden-haired pussy. His hands pressed down on the flat belly and his thumbs slipped into the fleshy outer meat of her quaking cuntlips.
Marie sucked in her belly involuntarily as his thumbs massaged her pussy for a moment, then opened the pink lips. He parted the soft cunthair and spread her hot pussylips.
"Yes, YES, YES! Do that, Hal, DO THAT! EAT ME!"
His head dropped, his long, hard tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the raw nerve at the top of her trembling cunt.
Marie's body jerked as his tongue made searing contact with her clit. Her legs clenched tightly together around his head, her soft inner thighs encasing his ears in a vise-like grip. Her hips began a slow up-and-down movement in rhythm to the probing of his licking tongue.
Soft moans of animal pleasure erupted from between her tightly clenched teeth.
"Pussy . . . sweet, sweet pussy," Hal moaned.
Her upper body writhed like jelly. She twisted lustfully to the hot sucking he was giving her pussy.
Hal slithered his long, penetrating tongue deep and far into her cunt as her body arched and bucked wildly under his feverish, tongue-fucking attack.
"More, MORE! FASTER! Oh, God, faster!" she wailed.
He began to fuck her syrupy pussy harder and faster with his expert tongue. He followed her commands, fucking her wildly as her asscheeks quivered and quaked. He lashed furiously into her moist, trembling pussy. At the same time, his hands moved up to her firm, full tits. He cupped and squeezed them almost brutally while his mouth raped her wide-spread cunt.
Then he again located the quivering button of her clit and she whined sharply with lust as he nibbled with his sharp teeth.
Her head thrashed back and forth in the sea of blonde hair on the pillow as his tongue worked harder and faster on her cunt. He slid his tongue far up into her hungrily clasping pussy hole. Her mewling, whimpering sounds of passion urged him on as he probed the satin-like inner walls of her pulsatingly soft pussy.
And then, as her asscheeks jerked and spasmed uncontrollably, Hal drew his tongue out and slid it downward to the puckered ring of her naked asshole.
Marie went wild in a gulping, shuddering gasp as his tongue found her rear hole. She flung her hips up at him as hard as she could as his tongue entered her asshole, splitting it wide.
She quivered through an uncontrollable orgasm, wildly screaming at him to fuck her asshole and suck her cunt all the harder. And then she came, splashing the juice-the hot, sticky juice of her cunt-all over his face.
Suddenly, Hal ceased his wild licking of her asshole and her pussy, and lifted his juice-slickened face up to gaze at her between her throbbing tits.
She looked down at him, her eyes bulging wide.
"OH, SHIT, DON'T STOP!" she wailed. "Suck me some more, darling! Suck me! MAKE ME COME AGAIN!"
"No, baby," he crooned. "I want to fuck you now. I want to fuck my big, hard prick up into your soft, beautiful belly. Now, baby . . . right now!"
"Yes, yes, darling! FUCK ME! Put your meat in me and send me to HEAVEN!"
Hal slid up the bed, his powerful body moving between her thighs, his big cock dangling over the wet meat of her pussy. He looked down into her crystal blue eyes which were wide with anticipation and desire. A leering grin creased his handsome face.
"Does the brand new Mrs. Hal Thompson want my cock in her pussy now?" he chuckled.
"Yes, darling, oh yes! Make my wedding night heaven!"
"Get on top, baby," he said. "Take it the way you want it!"
Her body was hot. Her only thought was to have him inside her. She was so tense with lust, so hungry for cock. Her muscles tingled and twitched. She tried to work them, tried to con-tract them, but they wouldn't respond. They would only open, giving him more room to shove whatever he wanted to shove into her cunt.
Then she felt two, then three, then four fingers plowing in and out of her pussy. But still she wanted more, wanted something deeper inside her. She threw her hips wildly up at him. She wanted to be fucked.
Then his whole fist was in her cunt and she went wild.
She was coming, coming like a she-bitch in heat. And as she reached her peak and started down the other side, she screamed at him again to fuck her with his dick.
"OH, PLEASE, HAL!" she begged. "FUCK ME! I've got to have it. I've got to have your beautiful meat in my pussy! OH, God, fuck your cock into my cunt!"
She raised up off of him and got to her knees. She kept her legs spread wide apart. She looked down between her thighs and saw her pussy dripping cunt juice onto his swollen prick.
And then she lowered herself smoothly, slowly, steadily. She felt the hugeness of his cock break the barrier of her lips and then slide far up into her belly.
Her eyes moved up over her new husband's belly. She reveled in his nudity as she watched his chest rise and fall with passion and looked into his unmoving, unblinking eyes. She watched the tip of his tongue dart out and glide across his lips as his tongue severed her cuntlips. She watched the muscles in his arms flex and relax as he held his cock and guided it into her cunt.
She was impassioned beyond belief. She was swimming in sex, drowning in desire, suffocating in hunger for his hard prick.
Her own hips were moving now, rising and falling on the cock beneath her, pounding relentlessly on the upthrust hardness. Suddenly, she felt his fingers enter her again. One, then two, then three fingers along with his cock impaled her gooey, welcoming cunt. It was wild. She felt stuffed clear up to her tits.
His fingers disappeared completely. The palm of his hand was forcing her cuntlips apart and stretching them painfully. He was rubbing her clit as he fucked her with his cock and his fingers.
She looked down again between her hot, wet thighs. She watched his prick come into view and quickly disappear again. She was devouring it, disgorging it, and then devouring it again. She was riding him wildly with her cunt, fucking him hungrily, with total abandon.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his free hand come up to her tits. She felt sharp pain as he pinched her hardened nipples, twisting and pulling on them. But the pain only added to her lustful desire. She fucked as hard as she could, grinding her hips downward on his plunging cock, sending her hot cunt over his hot shaft. She wanted it all in her, time and again.
Her belly ached from the growing tension. The incredible sensations built, grew. Then down her cunt it came, liquid fire drenching the walls of her pussy. She bathed the hot, hard shaft that was embedded so deeply inside her. Her cuntjuice glistened as it drained down over his prick and onto his groin, mingling with his pubic hair. Her juice matted and soaked the thick black wads of tight curls, and then seeped on over to his belly.
"Ohhhhh, Jesus! Fuck me, honey! Fuck me good!" Hal bellowed.
"I'm fucking you, darling!" Marie cried back at him. "I'M FUCKING YOU SO GOOD! SO HARD!"
She adjusted her position so that she was squatting directly over him. She was no longer kneeling. She could raise as high as she wanted, and come down as easily or as hard as she chose. She chose to rise as high as possible, without totally dislodging his rampaging prick. Then she fell down on him with all her weight, sinking his cock into her until she could feel it pressing against her lower stomach, against her womb, the hard ridge at its top raking across her excited clit.
"Oh, God," she shrieked, "I'm depraved! I love cock so much! I love fucking! I love it! I LOVE IT!"
Her cunt was moving up and down like a blur now. She found that by moving farther down his body and by changing the angle of his prick in her cunt, she could achieve greater friction on the walls of her cunt and her clit. She also found that she could see better. She could see his cock as it disappeared into her cunt right up to his hard balls and then pull out again. She began pulling on her own tits, tugging at them, twisting, pinching, squeezing, pressing the swollen globes.
Hal was stroking her inner thighs with the tips of his fingers, his glassy eyes watching her, unblinking, unmoving.
"Jesus, you're a wild fuck, honey," he groaned. "Wild."
Marie paid no attention to him. Little droplets of saliva collected at the corners of her mouth. She could hear him talking to her but she couldn't understand the words over her own panting and heavy breathing. She was deaf to everything but her own sounds.
Then she was coming again, and she just kept coming. The waves of orgasm flooded over her. She could see even more of her juices flow down to puddle on Hal's belly, and each time, her cunt grew more sensitive. And each time she wanted even more of his massive cock.
Finally, she could stand it no longer. She could hold herself up above him no longer as she smothered his prick with her cunt. She collapsed, rolling off of him to settle on her side beside him on the bed.
"What's the matter, baby?" he cried.
She panted heavily. "I'm beat."
"No more?" he smiled.
"Yes, yes," she moaned. "I just can't fuck from the top anymore, that's all."
Hal rolled her lush body over completely on-to her back.
She couldn't resist him. She couldn't move. She was limp, spent, exhausted. But desire still burned in her. Visions of his cock swam in the thickness of her befogged mind. Wavy sensations clouded her thoughts and commanded and controlled her body to spread and lurch upward toward his straining prick.
She looked down between her legs and saw his mammoth cock descending. It was aimed straight at her cuntlips, making its rigid de-scent, closer, closer. And then she felt it. And once again she came.
His cock touched her sensitive cuntlips and sank into her seeping hole, spreading the walls of her pussy with the incredible girth of his prick. Deeper, deeper, he fucked all the way into her.
And then they were once more fucking wild-ly. In and out, in and out.
"Oh, yeah, honey, oh, yeah! Fuck my dick! FUCK IT!" Hal yelped. "Fuck that hot wet slimy cunt all over my meat! Oh, shit, your pussy is mine! Your sweet cunt is MINE!"
Marie bucked her hips up to him as he lunged down into her. His stiff cockshaft pulled at the full length of her cunt, pushing, stretching, scraping her cunthole on all sides and the clit at the top.
His rhythm was steady, forceful, pounding. The feeling of his cock way up inside her belly was fantastic. She could feel it throughout her entire body. His cockhead felt as though it were clear up between her tits, and her whole being throbbed with delight and passion.
Her head was swimming. Her ears rang. Her body twitched. She was in fuck-heaven. There was no pain, no hurt. Only the joy of fucking.
He was fucking up into her for all he was worth. She could feel herself approaching yet another orgasm.
"I'M COMING, oh, Christ, I'M SHOOTING AGAIN! Jesus, it's gonna hap-pen again RIGHT IN MY CUNT!"
"LET IT!" His voice rang in her ear, full of lust. "Let it happen, baby. Let your cunt squirt! Let it come on my dick! LET ME HAVE IT!"
Marie felt it swell up deep within her belly like a ball of fire. Then her cream shot down her cunt like a rocket. It gushed, gaining momentum and force, as it sped through her pussy. Then it hit Hal's cock. It triggered his own cum and she felt the head of his prick swell and explode. It felt as though his cock had burst into a million pieces, each piece tearing into her inner cunt flesh, each piece ripping a little more of her apart.
"Oh, Jesus, what a cunt! I LOVE YOU, BABY!" Hal roared with unbridled lust through his climax.
"AND I LOVE YOU, TOO, HAL!" Marie cried. "FUCK ME AGAIN!"
The passion and desire for each other's bodies lasted with the same intensity for a full year. During the second year it slacked off somewhat. Then in the third year of Marie and Hal Thompson's marriage, Hal moved from the junior high school math department up to the high school.
He began going to night school so he could eventually teach in college. A great deal of the time, he was too tired to fuck his wife when he got home.
In the fourth year of her marriage, Marie thought about having an affair.
But who could she have a "safe" affair with? She had fucked only one other man besides Hal. That had been her high school sweetheart, Rick Jones.
She had heard that Rick was married and coaching at a high school across town.
There would be no harm in just calling up an old friend, would there? Marie asked herself.
Rick was divorced.
A drink? she thought. Sure, why not? There would be no harm in having a drink with an old friend, even if he was an old boy friend.
One drink led to a lunch. The lunch led to strolls in the park. Soon they were having dinner by candlelight, followed by dancing, and a few too many cocktails. As they danced, her lithe body seemed to vibrate against his. Their mutual physical awareness grew stronger, and their bodies seemed to signal to each other what their desires were.
It was the fifth time she had seen him in as many weeks, and each time previously she had lost her nerve.
She wouldn't this time.
"I want to take you someplace for a drink . . . where we can be alone," Rick said softly. He felt the hesitation in her body.
Marie looked at him for a moment. Then she smiled. "Where?"
"My apartment," he replied.
"All right," she whispered and snuggled against him.
Moments later, they were in a taxi and on their way to his place.
Marie was delighted at the apartment and told him so.
"Do you live here alone?" she asked, smiling.
Rick returned the smile. "Most of the time."
He took her by the arm and guided her to the kitchen. There he opened a bottle and poured for both of them. They carried their glasses and the bottle back to the living room, and sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch, sip-ping their drinks.
"I like champagne sometimes," he said.
"I do, too," she replied softly. "It makes me feel so ... so warm inside."
Slowly, Rick turned to her, looked deep into her eyes. He took one hand, lifted her chin slightly, then bent over and kissed her deeply. She didn't object. In fact, she pressed her tongue against his, holding the kiss longer than he had expected.
When they parted, she looked at him strangely. "Are you just looking for a cunt to fuck, Rick?"
Her bluntness startled him. He turned away from her, and then slowly regained his composure. When he did, he looked at her again and smiled.
"Yeah," he said. "I guess I am."
"Good," Marie replied. " 'Cause I'm just looking for a cock. I don't want to get involved."
He chuckled deep in his throat. "Honey, sounds like a perfect relationship!"
They stood, and he took time to refill their glasses, then led her into the bedroom. As he walked behind her, watching her ass swing delightfully in the clinging dress she wore, Rick felt his cock begin to rise.
Marie had one of the classiest bodies he had ever seen.
Beside the bed, she came into his arms. He softly rubbed her back and shoulders, then slowly massaged his way lower, lower. His hands filled with her firm, full asscheeks. His stiff, elongated fat cock was trying to poke through both their clothes and drill a hole in her belly.
"What do you want?" she breathed.
Kissing her ear lobe, he muttered, "I can't wait to get into your sweet pussy."
"How do you want to get in, Rick?"
"I want to eat it first, then I want to fuck it!"
"Do you still like sucking pussy as much as you used to?"
"Sometimes ... if the pussy tastes good. When it does, I lick it, suck it, chew it, and lap away until my tongue is ready to fall off."
"Then what?" she asked teasingly, her breathing becoming ragged with lust, knowing that he was going to do her good.
"Then I like to shove my meat into a hot cunt and start pumping away. I'm going to fuck your beautiful pussy until you beg for mercy!" He gathered her in his strong arms and squeezed her almost painfully.
"Wait a minute ... I'd better take my dress off before it gets wrinkled."
"All right."
"And you . . . take off your coat . . . and tie."
She tugged at his tie as he drew down the zipper at the back of her dress. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it toward a nearby chair, then flipped his tie after it.
Marie lifted her dress up over her head, revealing a lace-trimmed half-slip. Her slim waist was bare. She shrugged the dress off and laid it over Rick's jacket and tie on the chair. When she turned to face him again, he saw why her tits had had such a natural look. She was wearing a so-called braless bra, two triangles of nearly transparent material held together with narrow bands of ribbon. The little garment did nothing to distort her tits' natural shape, and now he could see her swollen, pink-brown nipples clearly through the gauze.
He smiled slightly, reached out for her and drew her to him. He grabbed her by the arms, and her arms squeezed her tits from each side, making them thrust up as though they wanted to escape from the skimpy bra. They kissed lightly a few times, then he guided her back to the side of the bed.
Marie accepted and returned his kisses as if hypnotized. His hot mouth traveled over her face, her throat, her thinly covered tits. He teased the nipples with his warm lips through the material, and he stroked her legs, working her half-slip up to her waist. He managed to unbutton his shirt and reveal his brawny chest, which was heaving now with his labored breathing.
He returned to her legs, and soon his fingers were drifting over the silk, making her vibrate with want. Even though she'd kept her bra on, she let his deft touch move over every inch of cloth, and as he kissed her, he worked his fingers under the lower edges of the silk to the satin flesh beneath.
He made Marie gasp and whimper.
"Damn, I want you, baby," he hissed. "It's gonna be so different than when we were kids."
"I love to fuck, Rick, I really love it. I want you to know that," Marie breathed. "So don't be surprised if I go crazy when we start."
For the time being he made no attempts to get her bra off, much as he wanted to move his body against all her soft, naked flesh. He didn't try to take her slip off, but he did begin to ease her panties from her slender waist.
He worked them down, front and back, while continuing to caress her. She made no at-tempt to help him, though her taut features, her glowing eyes, her panting told him that she was as excited as he. When her belly was completely uncovered, her panties at her knees, she kicked them the rest of the way off.
"Rick . . ."
"Yeah," he gasped.
"Please, get your pants and shorts off . . . quick! I want to see your cock!" He quickly unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down to his ankles. His shorts soon followed. He grappled her body around on the bed until she sat facing his belly. Then her hands moved to caress his fully erect prick. The fat, hard cock pulsated wildly in her hand, throbbing, waiting to penetrate her hungry cunt.
Her tongue darted out, its tip laving the large, round knob. As her fingers compressed themselves around his wide shaft, a thick blob of juice seeped from the tiny hole in his prickhead.
Marie was in a frenzy now. That one drop of colorless liquid dripping from his cockhead, looking like a thin line in a spider's web, had her quaking. Leaning down, she let the drop fall on her tongue, then gobbled the sticky juice all the way down into her throat.
"Now," she groaned, grabbing his arm. "Now!"
She tugged him down onto the bed beside her.
Rick worked his body between her thighs and felt the head of his cock find her slit. He moved it up and down the wet hole, and then started pressing his prickhead between the tender, warm, gooey lips. He could feel her pussy begin to open for his prick.
Then he was in her, and they lay absolutely still in aching pleasure, their breathing shallow and fast and their hearts pounding.
There was a sheen of perspiration on Marie's face, and she swallowed hard. "Oh, God, you've got a big cock," she breathed. "It feels wonderful!"
"And you've got one sweet pussy," Rick growled, brushing her face with his lips.
"Oh, shit, I can't stand it any more! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!"
Her arms and legs came around him and squeezed. Her hips began a steady, almost imperceptible motion, moving in tiny circles, tiny rocking movements.
He moved in her cunt, pushing down to meet her, then backing away to give her clit more play.
Her fuck-motions became more violent, demanding his cock. Her fingers pulled and twisted at his flesh and her teeth began to leave small bruises on "his arms and shoulders.
He managed to get one hand behind her and unhook her skimpy bra. Marie shrugged the garment off as she pushed his shirt from his shoulders and helped him out of it.
"My slip, Rick. Can you tear it off? I don't want to stop fucking!"
Somehow he managed to get his hands between them and give the elastic waistband a yank that ripped it, and she tore the slip from her body.
Then she was completely naked under him, and she looked down at the way their bodies moved fluidly together as she shoved the rest of his clothing down with her feet.
His feet were free now and he was as naked as she.
She wrapped her arms loosely around him, then tightened her grip.
He kissed her throat, her shoulders, her tits, moving the rosy peaks with his lips and tongue.
Then, suddenly, Marie's entire body tensed. Her arms held him like a vise and her legs stiffened under him. Her cunt clamped on his cock, and a strange sound erupted from her throat.
"Ohhhh, Rick, Rick, Rick! Ohhhhhh, shit, don't stop! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me HAAARRRRD!" she screamed.
"Don't worry, baby, I will!" Rick rasped, as she took his head between her palms and pulled his lips down to hers.
She pressed her mouth on his with searing passion, and he could feel the warm juice of her saliva mixing in his mouth. Her tongue was like a snake wrapping around his and then searching deeper, deeper.
He sucked the slithering hot tongue into his mouth and drank down her liquid fire as she wrapped both her arms around his strong neck. The kiss grew hotter as he returned the favor, licking her mouth and delving into the deepest regions of her throat.
"Do it, do it!" she gurgled around his invading tongue, her eyes half-closed in lust. He pulled her tits against his chest and got his knees between her thighs, all the while covering her lush body with his tickling fingertips and grinding his big cock up her cunthole.
They shoved their pubic mounds at one another in provoking circles. He could feel the soft, silken hair of her pussy as she twisted against him.
"Beautiful, beautiful tits," he moaned, taking one of her hard nipples into his mouth.
Marie sighed and moaned as he licked and chewed on the throbbing pink buds. His hairy legs rubbed on her soft white flesh and she spread her legs wide for him.
"God, I want to taste it!" he cried suddenly. "I want to taste your beautiful pussy!"
"Yes! Do it! Do it!" she panted.
He pulled his huge, pulsating cock from her cunt and whirled around to jam his head into her crotch. Her hands found his cock just as his lips found her pussy. The touch of her hand wrapped around his prick brought the blood pouring into his head.
He slipped three fingers into her gooey cunt and felt the moist flesh give way. Then he found her hard clit.
Marie moaned in agony and ecstasy as he took the clit-meat hotly between thumb and forefinger and began rolling it. Her mouth opened in wanton heat and her tongue came flicking out lewdly to find his cockhead.
Rick ran his lips through her cunt hair until he came to the delicious hole of her fiery pussy. At the same time, Marie took the knob of his cock and led it to her mouth. He was on top of her in a sixty-nine position.
He trembled as he felt the moist tip of her tongue on his glistening prickhead. She ran it over the complete length of his shaft and cupped his heavy balls with her other hand.
He began to lick her outer cuntlips, tasting the rich saltiness of her pussy, and simultaneously she surrounded his cockhead with her wet, beautiful mouth.
"Oh, Christ," Rick groaned, letting his tongue sink inwards. He flicked it hard against the firm button of her clit and she sucked in his prick.
Now they were both gorged with one another's sex. His fantastically huge cock was embedded in her throat. She licked and chewed the tender foreskin, letting him move hotly in and out. Meanwhile he returned her voluptuous proddings with a maddening swirl of his tongue. Marie convulsed and lifted her ass off the bed.
"Oh, fuck! FUCK!" she cried, as her pussy closed around his mouth succulently.
He drank her fluids as she began to twist and turn in every direction and his cock felt hiked and ready for release.
They rammed together hard, drinking down the hot flood of a burning climax. Loads of cum jetted into their throats as they sucked every last drop of their endless cream.
Cum dribbled out of the corners of Marie's lips as she drank greedily of Rick's cream.
"Fantastic!" Rick cried, turning around again.
Her breathing was coming heavy, causing her huge tits to rise and fall seductively on her chest. "Can you come again right away?" she gasped.
"Hell, yes!" Rick replied, grinning. "You want it back in your cunt now?"
"Yes! Oh, yes, I want your big cock in me again. I want your meat to fill me! I want the next shot of cum clear up in my belly!" she rasped, her eyes burning with new lust.
"Jesus, baby, you weren't kidding when you said you love sex, were you?" he said, sliding on top of her.
"You bet your ass I love it!" Marie hissed, taking his steel-hard prick and guiding it to the entrance of her hungry cunt. She could feel the hard knob prodding inward, and shoved her hips upward to meet it. In three strokes, his massive shaft was again embedded in her cunt hole. "Now, dammit, fuck me! FUCK ME!"
He began to move in and out furiously, without mercy. His rampant cock was a battering ram of mad lust.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted hoarsely. "Take my meat, baby! TAKE IT!"
"Yes, yes! All of it! Ohhhhh! AAAAAAA-HHHHHHHHHHHH!"
They fucked like two animals, taking all they could of each other. Their pubic mounds met, commingled, disengaged, and rammed together again.
"Shit, baby, I'll fuck you to hell and back!" Rick hissed, pounding her with his great prick. "Ugh! UGH!"
Marie met him thrust for thrust, loving the swing of his heavy balls against her asscrack. She kissed him full on the mouth, letting her tongue melt against his with lewd emphasis.
He grabbed her tits and squeezed roughly, taking her nipples between his fingers, then licking them lasciviously.
"Oh, Rick! Again! I'm going to come again!" she screeched, feeling her cunt release a flood of new juices.
"Yeah, baby, come. COME!"
"Oh, shit, fuck me, fuck me! Oh, you big beautiful cock you! Harder! Harder! AAA-IIIIEEEEEE!" And her dam burst, inundating his gorged prick with loads of hot white juice.
Rick's face was twisted with pain and bliss as he met her onslaught with a river of his own cum. He drilled his cock in up to the hilt, slamming his balls against her puckered asshole.
"Grab my balls while I shoot into you!" he bellowed.
She obeyed by taking his heavy, hairy sac and jiggling it sensuously. Almost immediately she felt herself raise up over some awesome pivot, and began to shower him again with electric currents of pussy juice. Her cunt boiled with one climax after another. There was no stopping her, and she heard herself crying out in disbelief.
"Oh, you fucker! Fuck me, fill me! Piss in my pussy, you cunt-shooting prick! Oh! Ah! OHHH, SHIT, FUCK, AARRGGHHHH!"
And she poured an unbelievable torrent of cunt cream over his rampaging cock.
His massive prick knew no end. It pounded her furiously, rubbing its base on her swollen clit with relentless fury.
Their bodies meshed convulsively as they tore each other's flesh with fingernails and teeth.
They made each other come three more times before they both collapsed in an exhausted, panting heap back onto the bed, cum juice and perspiration puddling beneath them on the sheets.
"Next Monday night?" Rick said, when he could finally catch his breath.
"Fine," Marie replied, then giggled and dove her head into his lap.
They fucked each other every Monday and Friday night for a year.
Then Rick got a job with a college a thou-sand miles away, and Marie was forced to concentrate on her husband again.
CHAPTER TWO
Marie got thoroughly fed up in her sixth year of marriage, but her neighbors would have been surprised, had they known. She was the envy of other wives whose husbands made up the faculty. They envied her good looks, her honey-colored hair and slim, rounded figure that didn't sag and that bulged only where it was supposed to bulge. They were jealous of her blue eyes, her milk-white complexion and her lovely features.
One afternoon she was feeling particularly frustrated and horny. She stood in front of the mirror, tall, beautiful, lonely. She removed her bra and looked at her tits in the reflecting glass. They were still firm, still pointed, still jutting and proud.
And wasted.
She rolled down her stockings and kicked them carelessly aside. She removed everything. Then she looked in the mirror again, taking inventory.
Big tits. A narrow waist. A flat stomach. Wide, inviting hips. Soft velvety thighs, long legs that could grasp a man and hold him while he made love to her, touching her tits, kissing her soft, full mouth.
No one had kissed her lips in months. No one had touched her tits, had satisfied the ache in her pussy. She would go to bed tonight alone, as she usually did.
Hal would come upstairs about one o'clock in the morning. He would crawl into bed and fall asleep, probably not even fully aware she was lying next to him.
She thought about how bored she was. She thought about how lonely and fed up she was. And she thought about how badly she needed a man.
Any man at all.
Marie's glance wandered to the window. She looked across the lawn, through the trees, to the Carson house. Nancy and Bob Carson were out. Their babysitter was entertaining.
"God," Marie groaned aloud, "why can't the girl at least lower the blinds?"
Cindy Carroll, the Carson's babysitter, was nude. So was her boyfriend. And Cindy was wildly sucking his cock.
The window was open, and Marie could hear every slurp of Cindy's mouth on the handsome young boy's prick. She could also hear every word they said being carried in the still summer air.
"Ohhhh, Andy!" Cindy groaned around the cock in her mouth. "God, I love sucking your cock!"
"Oh, Andy," Marie echoed from where she stood at her window, "how I would love sucking your cock!"
Then she remembered that the handsome young Andy Jarvis was one of her husband's students.
Wouldn't that be a kick, she thought, and it would serve Hal right if I fucked one of his precious students!
"Oh, Jeez, yeah, yeah," the young man croaked. "Take it . . . suck it!"
Cindy sucked half his prick into her throat in one gulp. Marie could almost feel the bulbous head sliding wetly along the full length of her own tongue, filling the warm cavern of her mouth with the pungent, salty taste of his pre-cum.
The boy began a slow undulation of his hips, his big cock slipping in and out of Cindy's mouth with a wet, gurgling sound. His hand gripped tightly in her hair, guiding her head back and forth. He groaned with lust as he looked down and saw the sight of his heavily swollen cock pistoning into the lovely girl's face.
He let his hands drop down to explore the flawless white flesh of her tits, tweaking and twisting the buds of her nipples into hardness. His fingers kneaded her velvety flesh hungrily as he watched his long, thick prick sawing into her mouth.
It was an exciting picture. He lifted his hand again to trap her face between his palms, pressing in with his fingertips to feel his prick moving in and out between her cheeks. He pulled her mouth harder over his thick cock, watching her red, straining lips as she moaned in submission between his legs.
"Suck it, suck it . . . suck my meat!" he chanted as he jerked his crotch to drive the tip of his huge cock down into her throat, causing her to gag and choke.
Marie's hand went down between her own legs, and carefully she slipped three fingers in-to her own cunt.
Andy groaned as Cindy began to run her tongue wetly around and around the smooth flesh of the head of his cock. She sucked to please him, swirling around the lust-swollen prickhead with her wonderful hot tongue and sucking with all the power in her cheeks on the alternate strokes.
She scratched at the backs of his thighs, raking his flesh with long, sharp fingernails. She clutched his asscheeks as her mouth rammed down on his hard cock. She wormed one finger into his asshole as she sucked his prick, her head bobbing wildly up and down.
He felt the impalement of her finger in his asshole and felt her teeth scraping his hard cock. He groaned loudly and his body writhed. "Arrrgghhhh!" he yelped.
Her finger went in even deeper and her mouth ate wolfishly at his male flesh.
He thrust his cock deep into her mouth, as if trying to ram it all the way down her throat. He clutched desperately at her thighs as he felt the approaching explosion.
"Eat it!" he yelled. "Eat it! Make me come, baby! I wanna come in your beautiful mouth! Suck it off! Suck it, suck it! I want to come in . . ." He groaned loudly and his body thrashed as if being shaken by electric cur-rents.
His big cock spewed out hot white lava, filling Cindy's mouth with white cream.
The girl gurgled happily as she felt his cum spill over her sucking lips and dribble onto her chin. Andy groaned again as she nibbled on his cock and he winced when she bit him playfully. Then her mouth left his flesh and he sighed deeply.
"That was great," he said, stretching. "Don't forget me!"
"Oh, I won't, baby," he grinned. "Spread!"
Cindy flopped over onto her belly. "I want you to do something else to me first," she giggled. She put her arms behind her, grasped her asscheeks with her hands and pried the soft cheeks apart, showing the red, puckered en-trance of her asshole.
"I ... I don't know what you mean . . ."
"You bastard, I want to feel your tongue in there! Lick my asshole! Get your sweet, wonderful tongue in there and ream me with it, dammit!"
Andy bent his head and passed his hand fleetingly over her soft white asscheeks. Then he flicked his tongue out, running it hotly up and down the crease of her ass. Cindy sighed happily as the tip of his tongue passed over the tight opening, ran back to it, then forced its way inside.
She gasped as he entered her and she squirmed, mashing her wet, hot pussy against the carpet. "Oh, yeah," she moaned. "Yeah, like that! Oh, go in deeper! Yeah, rotate your tongue! YES!"
Eagerly, Andy lapped at her sweet-tasting ass flesh. At the same time, he ran his hand up the back of her right thigh, found the wetness of her open cunt and dipped his fingers inside.
The double stimulation shot rockets through the young girl. She shrieked and moved against the rug, her pussy open and wet.
God, Marie thought, the girl knows more about fucking than I do! Her fingers in her own pussy began to move faster.
Abruptly, Cindy pulled away from Andy and turned over, her knees high and wide apart. "Suck me off!" she ordered.
Obediently, the young man lowered his head again and found her enlarged clit wet and spongy. He pushed at it with his tongue, as if trying to make it disappear into the surrounding rose petal flesh. He nibbled at the throbbing button and his hands cupped her ass, his fingers squeezing her pink flesh.
"Oh, oh," she moaned. Her head tossed wildly from side to side. "Harder, harder! Oh! Oh! Oh, shit, I'm there! I'm gonna COME!"
Andy quickly removed his tongue from her creaming cunt and moved up her body to ram his cock in her pussy-hole. Suddenly she snapped her thighs together, denying him the en-trance to her cunt.
"What the fuck . . . ?"
"I heard a car in the drive. It's the Carsons! Quick, Andy, get your clothes on!"
Shit, Marie thought from the window, what a time to end the show, just when the big one was about to happen! And what a beautiful hard-on the boy had!
It shouldn't be going to waste.
An hour later, Hal came into the bedroom. He undressed and slipped into the bed. Almost immediately he was asleep.
Marie's pussy was alive with a hot, fiery need. She turned on the light next to her night table and turned to her husband.
Funny, she thought. In his sleep Hal still looked young. There was a definite attractiveness about him . . . but what good was it? His good looks were being wasted on sleep. He simply no longer cared.
For a moment she toyed with the idea of awakening him. Maybe this one night he would not roll over and go right back to sleep. He might understand that she needed him, needed him badly.
She stood over him, the light from the single lamp next to her bed playing over her bare body, silhouetting her firm, thrusting tits, glowing along the contours of her long legs and thighs.
She put her hand on his shoulder and nudged him gently.
"Hal?"
He stirred, twisted his head around and opened his eyes. The light from the lamp made him squint. He glanced at her, turned his eyes from the light.
"Huh?"
"Hal, I . . . oh, never mind."
He didn't even shrug. His head was back on the pillow and his eyes were shut a second later.
Marie found her nightgown. She slipped it over her head and tied the silk ribbon that held it tight around her waist. She knew how she looked in it. Her big tits pressed hard against the sheer material, only partly hidden by the hazy transparency which accented every curve of her figure.
There were men who would give up everything they had for a woman who looked as she did. But not Hal. He wouldn't give up a thing, not even a few hours with his damn books . . . certainly not an instant of sleep.
"The hell with it," she muttered under her breath. She climbed into bed and turned off the light. She lay still, listening to Hal's deep breathing.
Presently she closed her eyes and buried her head in her pillow to shut out the sound. She tried to imagine how it would be if once, just once, Hal would act like a man instead of a bookworm. In her mind, Hal began to make love to her . . . like he used to ... so long ago . . .
His hands went to the silk ribbon at her waist, untied it, parted the smooth cloth that covered her body. His hands went to her tits, gently fondling them, stroking passion into her body.
Little fires began to grow inside of her. They grew hotter as his mouth came to her tits, his lips surrounding the soft nipples, his tongue encircling them.
She let his hands and lips do their work and held them tightly as little by little they began to move against each other.
She was young again and Hal was young again. Their two bodies responded perfectly, brilliantly. She was being drowned in a sea of passion. She was sinking deeper and deeper.
Suddenly Hal was no longer with her. His image dissolved into that of a younger man.
She was about to be fucked by young Andy Jarvis, and she was loving it.
"Oh," she moaned, her hand squeezing his huge cock, its head now purple with lust. She pulled on it, urging it toward her clasping, hairy cuntlips. "Oh, Andy, it's so good . . . it's so big, so big! Give it to me, darling . . I want it. I want it now!"
He pulled his head back and studied the perfect roundness of her huge tits. He lowered his head and brushed his lips over the nipples, exulting in their hardness.
"Andy, oh Andy," Marie breathed hotly. She felt the hard muscles of his arms and chest embrace her like a vise. "Please," she begged until tears of passion streamed down her cheeks. "Please, fuck me!"
The young man reached down and gripped the firm cheeks of her ass, tugging her toward him. He rubbed himself against her, feeling his hard prick against her soft belly. Then his fingers sank into her damp pussy, working expertly, driving Marie nearly insane with passion.
His nostrils inhaled the scent of her aroused cunt. "You're wonderful," he whispered. "I can smell you and feel every part of your body."
"And you," she purred, "you're so good. I never thought I'd want to fuck a man so much! Shove it in me, Andy! Fuck me with your big, wonderful cock!"
She cried out in ecstasy when he entered her in long, thrusting movements. She threw her hips upward, arching her back and sending her splayed cunt up to meet his thrusts. Deeper in-to her he went, his mind reeling, his breath coming fast and heavy. He moved faster, faster, determined to unleash the flames of passion in the beautiful body writhing beneath him.
"More, more! All of it! PLEASE!" Marie begged over and over again.
He felt the heat of lust rising from her body to join his own. Both their bodies were soaked with perspiration now. Hearing her scream for more of him, more of his hard cock, made his strokes more savage. Her desire for more, ever more, made him remember the other girls he had known. None could compare with this beautiful, mature, passionate woman.
Marie rocked insanely beneath him. "Ohhh, oh, oh," she chanted, leaning into him, trying to take more of him.
He levered his massive cock to the full length of her syrupy cunthole. It was warm and tight, as though he had been the first, and the juices helped her take him easily, wetting and lubricating his path.
He thrust lustily until his blood-swollen cockhead was to the end, and simultaneously his cum-bloated balls crashed against the firm cheeks of her ass. He moved harder, flexing his prick as she moaned, embedded beneath his driving cock.
"Oh, God! Ohhhh, God!" he groaned, grinding his groin into her savagely, feeling the warm flesh beneath him as she strained to meet his pounding jerks until her ass was inches off the bed.
He angled his hips and drove into her, trying to establish a fuck-rhythm. Marie breathed and purred incessantly, lifting her body to meet his attack, opening and closing her legs around his strong, lean hips as she frantically tried to climb his solid cock, her head rocking from side to side in the abandoned fuck.
"Ohhhhhh, Andy, Andy . . . you're so good, so good!" she whimpered in his ear, then licked his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes, give it to me, give it all to me! Yes, yes, YESSSSS!"
She gasped again and screwed herself tighter to his huge prick until it sank to her soft fleshy depths completely. He worked around and around inside her, feeling the muscular ridges of her cunt around his smooth, sliding cock, his tempo getting harder and faster.
His shaft continued to surge like a wild beast on a rampage until he was sure it was going to split down the seam. The intoxicating pressure in his balls was enough to make him scream. He knew he was going to come soon. He couldn't hold back much longer.
He increased his speed and stroke, shoving into her viciously as his balls whacked against her upthrust thighs.
Marie held him tightly in her strong legs, clamping her calves around his hips, only to slacken them for a second and then clamp harder. He spurred her on with powerful, deep strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even more fully to his battering attack, and her splayed pussy bucked wildly against his ramming prick.
"Oooohhhh . . . ohhhhhh . . . ooohhh, God, God! I'm going to . . . going to cooo-mmmmmmmrne!" With a sudden, deep-throated groan, she began to vibrate uncon-trollably.
Then the boy released his own dammed-up passion. His cum churned through his balls, up through his expanded cock, and surged into her wildly clasping cunt. He shoved his tongue hard into her mouth and cupped the cheeks of her firm white ass closer around his pumping prick as he beat a wild tattoo against her with his emptying balls.
Marie wailed into his mouth, her thighs jerking against his belly while his exploded his overwhelming load of jism violently into her.
"Honey, HONEY, WAKE UP!"
Marie's eyes popped open. "Huh . . . what?"
"Wake up, Marie. You're having a nightmare."
Marie smiled. No, I'm not, Hal, she thought. I was just having a look into the future!
CHAPTER THREE
Her chance came two weeks later, in the casting for the senior class play, a story about an older woman falling in love with a young boy.
Marie knew Andy Jarvis was playing the younger boy. She made sure that she got the part of the older woman. It was easy. None of the other faculty wives had the beauty needed for the role.
Marie chose the third night of rehearsals to make her move. Hal was out of town on a speaking engagement.
They were both sitting together while the cast slowly filed out of the theater.
"Well, Andy, it went pretty well tonight, I think."
"It sure did, Mrs. Thompson. I thought you were just great!"
Marie smiled at the compliment. The play puzzled her and she doubted anyone could be "great" in it, but it was nice to know that Andy had been watching her performance.
"Thanks," she smiled. "You did pretty well yourself."
"Do you really think so?" he asked seriously.
"Of course I do, Andy. You have a lot of talent." Her eyes moved over his body. She liked his slim build, strong shoulders and the clean, neatly chiseled good looks of his face.
Andy was looking at her, his eyes for a fleeting instant taking in the still youthful swell of her tits, her narrow waist, her hips and legs. His gaze met hers and dropped in embarrassment.
"Why don't you drop by my house and we can go over some of our scenes together?" she said softly.
The boy was all too willing.
Marie's pussy burned all the way home.
Once inside the door, she led him into the living room. "Beer, Andy?"
"Uh, sure."
They settled into the sofa, and Marie started chattering about her marriage. She embellished it a little, but largely she stuck to facts. She watched the expression on the young man's face, noting every change in the set of his mouth or emotion in his eyes. He was being sucked in by her story. He was swallowing the whole thing.
She interrupted herself once to refill his glass.
All through the story, she had been leaning forward, giving Andy a look down the front of her scoop-necked dress. He saw it, all right. She could see him struggling to keep his eyes on some other part of her, but they kept re-turning to the deep cleavage of her tits, time after time.
Her confidence increased. Now was the time to let him see more. Maybe even let him touch her.
"I'm awfully uncomfortable in this dress," she said. "Mind if I change into a pair of slacks and a sweater?"
"No," Andy said uneasily.
"Good, I'll be out in a jiffy."
She walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the wall, looked at her wristwatch, and waited. She stood quietly for exactly half a minute, her eyes on the second hand of the watch. Then, loud enough for Andy to hear, she said, "Darn it!"
And she waited another half minute.
"Darn it!" she said again. And then even louder. "Andy, I need help."
"What's the matter?" he called.
"I think the zipper on my dress is stuck," she said. "I can't get it down and I can't get a good grip on it. Would you do me a favor and help me pull it down, please?"
He gulped. "Yeah, sure . . ." he said, and made his way to the bedroom.
Marie looked evenly at him for a moment, then turned around and waited for the touch of his hands on her back. An instant later it came, his fingers warm and dry as they probed, found the zipper and pulled it down, baring her back from her shoulder blades where the top of the dress reached, all the way to her waist.
She turned around slowly, before his hands had a chance to move away from her. She felt the weight of her tits through her dress as she turned in his hands. She was inches from his body.
A deep tinge of red took possession of Andy's face. His hands trembled and then shot to his sides as if her body had been red hot.
"Well," he said nervously, "there you are."
"Not quite," Marie said, pressing her tits against his chest.
Andy got the message.
He kissed her, hesitantly at first, nervously, as if he expected to be rebuffed at any moment.
She did not rebuff him. She did not push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer and let his mouth sink to her full, warm lips, drinking in warmth and pleasure.
His hands brushed across the back of her dress, moving up and down from her shoulders to the small of her back. Marie knew that he was still unsure of himself, that he would need help and guidance.
She helped him and guided him.
She took his hands and moved them to her tits, letting him press them through the material of the dress. The electric tingle of excitement seemed to pass from his body into hers.
She let it come. She welcomed it.
They barely remembered their clothing coming off. When they were naked, it seemed to them that the pieces of silk and cotton and wool that had been a hindrance to their touching had practically melted away.
Marie took the boy's hand and led him to the bed.
"Get me hot, Andy," she cooed. "Get me to a boiling point and then give me a beautiful fuck!"
His hands caressed her body, shyly and hesitantly at first, then with more confidence as she guided him and showed him what to do.
She felt his strong hands on her, gliding over her thighs, her hips, her tits. He was giving her what he could, as much as he could. She returned everything she had to return.
Lying beside him on the bed, Marie put her hands on her waist, then slowly ran her palms up along her body. When the hands reached her tits, she turned her palms upward and hefted the twin weights suggestively.
She slid her cupped palms up until the nipples were centered in her hands, then gripped her tits and rotated them against her chest, flattening the rounded shapes, making the flesh quiver and move against her fingers.
Then she released them suddenly, so suddenly that they bounced twice before settling. Then she ran her hands up the bare flesh above the tits, and on up into her long blonde hair.
Andy twitched, and Marie smiled to herself.
Her hands came down out of her hair to her shoulders, then slowly, provocatively, moved down to again caress her naked tits, holding them, squeezing them, making them change shape for him. His eyes were the size of saucers, and glazed over with obvious desire. His reaction pleased Marie.
She took hold of the tip of one nipple between her thumb and forefinger and twisted it, making it rise and spread and darken in color. Then she found the other tit and went to work on it the same way.
"Want more, darling?" she smiled at Andy.
"Yeah," he hissed, "yeah. Your pussy. Play with your pussy!"
Marie moved on the bed until she was kneeling, her legs spread wide, facing the young boy. Then, with her upper body tipped back and her face framed in the V of her thrusting tits, she moved her hands down her smooth flesh, caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs with her fingertips. When she reached the downy hair of her pussy mound, she teasingly buried her whole hand in the soft fur and pumped her hips at Andy wantonly, thighs tensed and opened, calves flexing.
"Come here, darling. Come to Marie and suck her cunt-meat!"
The boy's breath caught in his throat as he crawled across the bed until the musk from her gaping cuntlips reached his nostrils.
He couldn't believe this was happening to him. This Venus was lying there completely bare ass, waiting for him to take her and suck her and fuck her and do anything that he wanted to do to her.
God, what sensational tits she had, he thought. Her hands were placed over the big, succulent tits drawn taut across her chest. As he watched in amazement, the long and lovely legs spread open and the thick bush of cunt-hair parted to show a pussy of such delicate pink coloring that he didn't believe he was ac-tually seeing what he was seeing. As his wide open eyes took in the beautiful scene, the delicate pink cunt began to moisten from a rich flow of juices.
"Come on, honey," Marie breathed, "you can't fuck it with your eyes. Give it a lick!"
Andy gave her a tongue-bath, starting at one thigh and working down to her feet. Then back up the other leg. He turned her around and brushed his lips rapidly all over her back and her legs, then concentrated for a lingering moment on her delectable ass. He not only licked the soft, round cheeks, but he also gave her a rim job, darting his moist tongue up her asshole. Then he turned her around again.
This time he went right to her cunt and buried his face in her crotch, letting his mouth open and cover her pussy while his probing tongue fucked the parted lips.
"Oh, God, that feels good!" Marie cried out in delight.
Andy was obviously skilled, even for his young age. He started slowly, with his tongue going in and toying playfully. Gradually, his tongue's penetration of her pussy accelerated and laved mercilessly at her sensitive clit. As he continued to suck her with furious abandon, Marie went wild with passion, building ultimately to the inevitable shattering orgasm.
When that climax did come, she was heatedly throwing her cunt into the young man's face. He was locked into place by her legs en-circling his neck. She released her hold on him, as her own sexual release surged gratifyingly through her body, and she slipped moaning, back to the bed.
"Jesus, you got me off good," she panted. "Now fuck me!"
Andy stared down at her luscious form sprawled on the bed. Her thighs were slightly spread, her knees raised, as she looked up at him with those shuttered eyes. He could only see a portion of her soft pussy-hair, but he knew what was there. Her tits, heavy and falling lightly to each side, were like peaked mounds of taunting flesh, waiting to be caressed, their nipples swollen, as if anticipating his sucking mouth.
"Want to suck me a little?" he moaned.
Without a word, Marie climbed up over him, resting on her knees and taking the cement-hard cock in her hand.
Andy lifted her to a sitting position and turned her body so that her feet were hanging over the edge of the bed. She sat there limply, ready to collapse the moment he let go of her.
"Kiss it . . . take it and suck it!" he hissed.
Her head rolled forward. His prick was almost hitting her nose. The sheer size of it made her catch her breath. The hole in the tip of it hypnotized her, tantalized her. She made contact with the soft head and pressed her lips to his cock, then held perfectly still, feeling his flesh throb in her hand.
"Kiss it! Suck it!" he commanded, his hands entwining in her long hair.
Then he grabbed her by the ears, grinding her face into his crotch, pressing it hard against him, making even the soft skin scratch as it scraped across her face.
Marie heard her own voice as if from far off. "God, it's beautiful. It's the biggest, hardest, thickest dick I've ever seen!"
And his cock was mammoth, almost grotesque. It had to be all of two or three inches in diameter, and at least a foot in length. It curved downward sharply, almost to a 45 degree angle. Marie could not imagine her cunt taking such a monstrous prick. But she could feel her pussy slurping and shoving out juices at the thought of it.
"Lick!" he hissed.
Her tongue came out slowly, sluggishly, but not reluctantly. She made contact with his hard cockflesh. She slid it back and forth across the breadth of his prick, raising and lowering her hand at the same time.
Andy took one hand from her head and grasped his prick. He raised it against his stomach, baring the underside of it for her face. She could see the blue veins sticking out, forming a web all over his cock. They throbbed with the blood that was coursing into his prick. Again she caressed it with her hot tongue. She could feel the hardness of it, taste the saltiness of his perspiration.
She lapped at the giant cock until it was glistening wet, shining from her saliva. But she hadn't touched the head; he hadn't let her. Each time she approached it, he tilted her lips away from it and moved his hips so that she couldn't reach it. Consequently, the entire shaft of his prick was soaking wet, but the large pink head remained untouched.
"Now," he growled, "now comes the best part ... the head. Look at my cockhead!"
She looked at it. It was hard and swollen, shiny from the tension of his hard-on. It was also wet from his excitement, little droplets of his cum oozing from the slit at the end.
"I want you to love my cockhead . . . love it good!" Then he tilted her head to look into his face. She tried to nod her understanding and her own desire.
"I want it in my pussy," she murmured.
"Your mouth first. Let me see you open your mouth and take my big dick into your throat!" He held her head steady so he could watch her.
Marie eagerly complied. She opened her mouth wide, and felt herself come forward. Her head was being pressed against his prick. The firm but pliant flesh pressed against her lips, prying its way into her face, spreading her jaws. She fought to open her mouth so that her teeth would be out of the way. It continued to press against her, continued to enter her. Then it touched her tongue, and all hell broke loose in her body.
She immediately started caressing the huge crown of his cock with her tongue, slipping it in little circles, licking up his moisture and wet-ting the hole of his huge prickhead.
When she felt the massive head slip fully in-to her mouth, she was able to relax. She knew then that she could suck most of his cock.
As her head started bobbing on his cock, his prick grew harder, the head swelling even more. Her head was being pulled back and forth over it in short movements, stroking it into her mouth.
Suddenly she wanted it more than ever, more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She had an uncontrollable urge to plunge down on the giant cock in her face. She tried, but the hands held her steady. They controlled her movements.
Her hands had been roaming over his body, stroking the hardness of his muscles, tickling him by teasing the hairs which covered his asscheeks.
His efforts became more excited, his body tensed.
"Comin'! I'm comin'! TAKE MY LOAD!" he gasped suddenly.
Marie's mind was whirling. No! she thought. Not yet! I want this beautiful hunk of prick in my cunt! She felt his cock begin to throb and she immediately began working her tongue over the head frantically, stabbing at the hole, rubbing at the underside.
She tried to pull her head off his prick and tell him that she wanted it in her pussy. But it was too late.
He came. Huge globs of his cum shot into her mouth. She could taste it, feel it. She had become caught up in his excitement, and let him fill her mouth to nearly overflowing, then swallowed, taking the liquid from him, draining him.
He continued to stroke into her, spewing out his cum. Then suddenly he pulled away from her and shoved her back onto the bed. He crawled over her, and Marie was overjoyed, believing that at last she was going to feel his huge hunk of prick in her hungry pussy.
Andy smiled down at her. "You guide it," he muttered. "You guide my dick into your cunt . . . straight in."
Marie reached between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his great wedge of cockflesh. As she held it, it got even harder, throbbing wildly in her hand. She raised her knees high as Andy put his hands around the back of them and gently eased and pushed her legs back and up until her knees touched her jutting, thrusting tits. She was almost bent into a ball-shape, and felt so open that she knew she would take the full brunt of his cock in one lunge.
"Now, now! Put it in!" he gasped.
She guided his giant cock toward the core of her hot, smoldering cunt. The moment his prick touched her pussy she gasped, then gave a long, low moan. His prickhead was smooth and boiling hot as it seared her fleshy cuntlips.
"GOOD!" she shrieked. "Ohhhh, so fucking good to have a cock again!"
She gasped as he let more of his weight fall on her open thighs. She felt the massive prickhead part her flesh and enter her cunt-hole.
Andy lunged forward, ramming his stiff prick into the super-heated slushiness of her cunt until he felt his balls nudging against her asshole. His cock parted her flesh like a hot knife slicing through butter. It slipped in as far as it would go on the first stroke, and when she lifted her legs up and held him between her thighs, with her heels beating a tattoo against the small of his back, he felt his cock slide even farther inward.
Their pubic hair ground together in a tangle of dark and blonde sensuality.
"Oh, come on, Andy, do it!" Marie wailed. "Don't just lie on me, fuck me! Screw me! Ream your big dick into me!"
She bucked her hips up and down to slide her cunt ever harder over the hard cock impaling her.
Her cunt had been so easy to slide his prick into, but now Andy felt it closing in on him. The soft, wet walls were pressing tightly all around his hard prick, squeezing it as he pulled it out and slid it in, starting off slowly but gradually building up the tempo.
"OH, YES, ANDY, DARLING!" Marie screamed loudly. "Give it all to me, baby! FUCK ME TO HEAVEN!"
"Is it good? Is my dick good in you?" the boy panted.
"Yes, darling, yes! It's beautiful! The best! It's the cock I've always wanted!"
Her pussy seemed to be molding itself around his prick, fitting itself to his individual shape so that every square inch of the hot surface was being touched by soft, delicious pussy. Not only touched but stroked and squeezed as she wiggled herself around and exercised muscles he hadn't even known existed.
Compared to this, fucking young girls was like masturbating. Marie's cunt wasn't just a wet tube, a convenient place in a pretty girl to shoot his load, like Cindy's was. It was alive, vibrantly alive, moving around him, squirming against his hot cockshaft, sucking it and milking it and massaging it with fluid fire.
It was driving him wild with lust for more of it. He had to fuck her faster and harder and deeper while she rotated her hips in a writhing orbit around his plunging prick. He heard the rhythmic, squishy sucking noise of their screwing. Her cunt got wetter and held him tighter. It was the only noise other than her sexy grunts of animal lust and his own gasping breath.
He imagined he could even smell her cunt, could taste its odor so well, mingling with the perfume of her blonde hair spread on the pillow around her lovely, lust contorted face.
"Kiss me, my darling! Do to my mouth with your tongue what you're doing to my cunt with your cock!"
He eagerly lowered his lips to hers and she responded at once, greedily, opening her full lips wide and sucking oh his mouth as her tongue darted out to tangle with his in a wet, lusting game that seemed to duplicate the rhythm of the hot fucking down below.
Andy slid his hands down under her ass, to cup the gorgeous, dimpled cheeks and lift them up even higher. He rammed his prick in-to her pussy deeper, harder, until the bulging knob was tapping at the lip of her womb on his deepest inward thrusts and his balls were bouncing and jiggling in the deep crease of her ass.
Marie tore her mouth away from his so that she could grunt and moan some more. She had to release some of the explosive tension that was building up in her body as her pussy seemed ready to boil over with the slimy friction of their fucking.
"Oh, God, it's so good, so good, so good," she moaned, thrashing her head on the pillow.
Andy didn't answer her, but leaned down to suck one of her big tits into his mouth. He ground his pelvic bone against her clit, trying to give her a double come in her syrupy cunt.
"Oh, Marie," he groaned around her swollen, mouth-filling tit, "I love you. I love your pussy, I love your tits, I love my meat in your belly!"
"Don't talk, darling, fuck! Oh, God, do it and do it and do it! I wish you could do it all the time! I wish I could keep you inside me forever, all hard and stiff and sliding in and out of my pussy and you'd never have to leave it!"
She was babbling again. She didn't care. She didn't care about anything but the hard cock that was plumbing her innermost depths, opening her up until she didn't think there could be any more to open.
And then suddenly everything happened at once. Her cunt was full of lightning flashes that forked through her body in time to the thrusts and withdrawals of the thick prick that was hammering in and out of her.
Andy knew she was coming as he felt her creamy thighs gripping his body more and more tightly. Her fingernails sliced into his back. She was moaning incoherently, sweating, humping her luscious body against his in a wild frenzy. He could feel her cunt contracting around his cock. He was on the verge himself, and he rushed into it, fucking her faster and faster until her teeth were rattling together from the vibrating intensity of his lunges.
His thick prick had swollen even more inside the clasping, slithering cunt that held it. It was almost painfully sensitive. It felt as if thousands of tiny needles were pushing at the tight skin from the inside.
Then a glittering warmth spread through him as he felt it going off, again and again, discharging his hot load into the wet depths of her body.
Marie let out another scream of gratification as he pulled her ass up as hard as he could to push the creaming head of his cock even farther into her.
It was bliss, heaven, for both of them. She was lying almost like a dead woman beneath him now, limp and lifeless. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted as her breath became so shallow that he could barely detect it. But he could see the pulse under the swell of her tit fluttering at high speed.
He looked down as he propped himself up on his elbows and felt his cock, thick and wet with her leathery cream, as he pulled it out of her gooey pussy.
And then it was over. They lay together, breathing hard in the darkness, each warm and happy in the other's arms.
Andy knew that he should feel guilty. He had done something that was wrong. He had taken another man's wife.
But somehow he could not feel guilty. He could not feel bad. He had wanted to do this, and now that he had done it he was glad.
Marie felt his arms around her, his chest against her tits, his face buried in her neck. After years of marriage to Hal, she had done something she had taken a vow never to do. Until death do us part, she had said at the wed-ding.
And now she had parted from Hal, at least morally.
Well, she thought,- her marriage had died a long time ago. It had died as Hal's interest in her had died. It was gone and buried and now she had something to replace it.
Of course there would be a scandal in town if people heard about this. Somehow she didn't care. Let people talk if they wanted to. It didn't seem likely that they would get a chance to talk, though. There was no way they could possibly find out unless Andy were to tell them. And Andy would not tell.
She was content now. She was satisfied for the first time in years. That was all that mattered for the moment. She would worry about the future some other time.
Andy's hand brushed her cheek and then moved higher and tangled itself in her honey-blonde hair.
They stayed together the entire night.
They were together again the following night.
It was what the neighbors, had they known, would have called an affair.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cindy Carroll couldn't figure it out. Three times in two weeks she had babysat for the Car sons and called Andy. He hadn't come over.
Now they were at one of Polly Hooper's famous orgies, and Andy hadn't even tried to fuck her. In fact, he'd drunk too much beer and had passed out.
Through an open door leading to one of the bedrooms, Cindy could see Jerry Ferguson and Polly Hooper. Polly was screaming. She lay back on the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a bra. She screamed again at the top of her lungs.
"Shut up," Jerry said disgustedly.
She screamed again.
"You've been drinking too much," the boy muttered. "Shut up before everyone runs in here."
Polly kept right on screaming.
Jerry had been in this kind of situation with Polly before. He knew exactly what to do. He lay down on top of her, his body flat against hers. He pressed his mouth hard against hers. The screams turned into a muffled protest, and then Polly was merely breathing hard.
"That's better," Jerry hissed.
His hands slid down her body. He forgot about the bra. It didn't matter much whether it was off or on, anyway. Polly was flat chested.
His hands stroked at her thighs. Suddenly she twisted her head away and screamed shrilly once more.
"I said shut up, dammit!" Jerry bellowed.
He wished that they could find somebody else's house for their once-a-month orgies. He always got stuck fucking Polly first. But Polly's parents were always out of town, and they didn't care what she did anyway.
"Shut up and I'll fuck you, Polly!"
Her mood changed all at once from hysterical gaity to almost sober bitterness.
"Yeah," she said, "go ahead and fuck me. Everybody fucks Polly. Go ahead. Why should you be different? All I am is a handy piece of meat."
"Shut up," Jerry hissed again.
"You never talk to me at school," the girl said, beginning to sob now. "You never even bother to say hello. You don't offer to study with me or to take me to the movies or anything like that. The only time you talk to me is when you . . . when you want my body. You and everybody else. Well, I'm sick of it! Sick of it, do you hear? I want out!"
"SHUT UP!"
Jerry pulled aside the crotch-band of her panties and slammed his cock up her cunt. She gasped and spread her thighs.
In a few moments, her body was writhing out of control.
That was how it was with Polly, Jerry thought. She liked guys to walk all over her. In fact, she loved it. There was nothing for quieting down girls like Polly like a cock in the cunt, and possibly a couple of belts of beer.
Polly gasped and nearly fainted at the feel of all that beautiful, hard, male cock inside her body. As Jerry buried the full length of his prick in her belly, she pulled his face down to her own and began working her tongue in and out of his mouth. Meanwhile, her legs flailed and her hips pumped in unison with his lunging thrusts into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, honey, I love it," she whimpered, taking her lips from his for just a moment.
"Yeah, yeah, me too," he replied, humping her even harder.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped. "That's it . . . that's how to do it! Keep changing the stroke like that . . . it's incredible, fantastic!"
Now they were both squealing and panting and grunting in unison as they fucked. They were using every ounce of strength in both their bodies to create more lust and more satisfaction in the other.
"Tease it!" Polly panted. "Tease my pussy with your meat!"
Jerry withdrew slightly, then a bit farther. When it seemed he was about to leave her pussy completely, he lunged forward and again drove his cock to the hilt in her gooey pussy.
Polly fell into the rhythm of his movements quickly, and the next time he withdrew, she was right with him, working her own body to match his.
Suddenly her climax was approaching. Her tits swelled and her ass gyrated as she felt herself nearing her peak. She clutched at him with fingers of steel, and breathed into his waiting mouth. Her legs wrapped around him and squeezed tightly as the incredible sensations overtook her entire body.
Jerry struggled to keep the fuck alive as long as possible, but the writhing body beneath him and the vocal lust in his ear were too much for him to take any longer. He quickened his pace and felt his cum on the way.
And when it was just about to hit, he clutched Polly desperately and whispered, "I'm coming! Get ready for a burst of my juice in your sweet, hot pussy! Here it comes, baby . . . NOW!"
"YESSSSSSSS!"
"TAKE IT!"
The first burst of hot jism tore into her body, causing her to moan and scream even louder than before. The second and third bursts heightened the sensation of the first, and by the time it was over, the two of them were completely spent.
Jerry lay across her, totally exhausted.
Slowly, gradually, he rolled to her side and the world came back into focus. He lay on his back, his eyes open now, his breathing and heartbeat back to normal. He was bathed in sweat from head to toe, sweat that was half his and half hers.
Polly broke the silence. "Tired? Or you wanna try for round two?"
Jerry raised himself wearily on one elbow and looked with disgust at the girl lewdly playing with herself next to him.
"Sorry, baby. Find another cock for a while."
Cindy, who had been watching intently from the open doorway, was now bored with the lack of action in that bedroom. She moved on down the hall. In the room next door, she could hear voices. She tried the knob, but it was locked. She pressed her ear to the door and listened. Rose London was telling John James that it was not yet time.
"There are too many people around," Rose said. "Wait a while, John. Let's go outside in-to the living room."
"Don't be silly, baby," John said, his hands moving from her tits to the buttons on her blouse. "You know what'll happen if we leave this room. Ten couples will rush into it. We're perfectly safe here. Nobody can come in. The door's locked."
"Maybe so," Rose protested, "but just the same I don't like it. I don't feel comfortable in here with all those people outside!"
"Hey, baby, don't be a prick-tease," John said. "You know you want it just as much as I do!"
His hand crept inside her blouse and rested on one soft, large tit. He wanted to hold it in his hand, unhampered by the cloth of the bra. He slipped his hand out of the blouse again and unbuttoned all the buttons. This time Rose didn't object.
He unfastened the lacy bra and her tits fell free, two big, spongy mounds of flesh.
"Please, John ..."
"Shhhh."
His hands felt very warm on top of her tits.
Rose closed her eyes and lay back. Her whole body tingled. She could feel his hands slowly and methodically caressing her, sparking her passion, making the two pink nipples take on a life and feeling of their own.
God, Rose thought, if their parents only knew what happened at Polly's monthly pajama party!
"C'mon, Rose, let's fuck!" John moved over her, trying one last time to persuade her.
"I told you . . . later." But she didn't resist when his lips came down on hers and his jut-ting cock mashed against her belly. His tongue slithered between her lips, and in spite of herself she could feel the tide of passion swirling through her pussy. She didn't pull away when he took her hand and closed it around the huge length of his prick.
"Please, John, no ... no . .
"Bullshit!"
He took his cock out of his pants and put it in her hand. He held her tighter and pressed his face into the perfume of her hair. Slowly, he moved his hips back and forth, sending his big prick in and out of her hand.
"Just relax, baby," he murmured softly. "Just relax."
His mellow voice had a mesmerizing effect on the girl's mind and body. She squeezed the thick rod of cockflesh in her hand.
"Just think about my cock, baby. Think how good it will feel sliding up your cunt, how it will fill your mouth when you suck it. You can almost feel it sliding into you, can't you, baby?"
"Yes . . . yes, dammit," she said and rubbed the head of his prick against her skirt over her cunt-mound. She could feel twitching, excited sensations deep within her belly. Her cuntlips began to ooze droplets of juice, moistening her panties.
She began to open and close her thighs as John's hand slid up along her back. Then down, down it went, to the arc of her asscheeks.
Then his hand dipped under her sweater. It trailed hot paths along the bare skin of her flat stomach, moving higher to once again touch her soft tits. He cupped first one creamy globe and then the other. Rose's hips began to squirm against his. She turned her body slight-ly more toward him, pressing herself to him.
He ground his lips onto hers, completely engulfing her mouth with his, flicking his tongue forward to slip past her teeth and into her mouth.
Then his hand was touching her bare tit-flesh again, tweaking the hard bud of her nipple, pinching it painfully between his fingers. His tongue sawed insistently in and out of her mouth, and Rose moaned with pleasure deep in her throat.
Then his hand left her tit, moved down along her stomach, seeming to sear her skin with its sensuous heat, and stopped at the waistband of her skirt. Quickly, he unbuttoned the single button at the side, located the zip-per and drew it down. His fingers went to the band of her panties, swiftly moved aside, pushing the flimsy material down, his finger-tips touching the hot flesh of her belly, and then the first curling strands of her downy fur.
But he didn't pause there; he let his hand slide still lower, his middle finger extended until it came into sudden contact with the warm, damp furrow of her cunt.
Her body jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his touch on her naked crotch.
John dipped his middle finger into the wet passage, teasing the hardened button of her clit, playing with it, reveling in the feel of her pussy and the vibrating arousal of her firm young body.
"Oh, baby," he whispered softly, taking his mouth from hers briefly, "baby, I want you. I want to fuck you, I need to fuck you, baby . . ."
"Yes, yes," she groaned, closing her eyes as he deftly removed her clothes. She urged him on with a trembling voice. "I want you, too ... I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me just as much as you need it. Fuck me, John. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
John wasted no time. This prick-tease might change her mind at any second. Panting with desire, he slid down the length of her eagerly writhing body. Coming to rest between her widely splayed thighs, he reached between them and wound his fingers around his pulsating cock.
"Hurry, hurry, John! Give me your beautiful meat! FUCK MEEEEEE!" the girl wailed.
Maneuvering with difficulty, he positioned his cock right above the gaping opening of her pussy.
The young girl was more than ready as he guided the large rubbery head of his prick between her soft, curling pussy-hairs.
Pausing for a moment, he nuzzled his throbbing cock-tip around in an impatient semicircle until the tight elastic cunt-mouth suddenly gave way and his long prick sliced warmly and wetly into her welcoming pussy. With one smooth movement of his hips, John thrust for-ward with animal-like fury.
She groaned, her lips contorting and her tongue running over her open, panting lips.
"Ohhhh, John, yes, yes!" she cried, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as his cum-bloated balls slapped against her ass. Her jerking cunt opened wide for him as the impact of his thrust drove her trembling thighs even farther apart.
The length and thickness of his cock was tremendous. It filled her completely, brimming out at its base from the clinging cuntlips and forcing her velvety passage wide with its girth.
The girl gurgled up at him, wanting to be fucked now to the point of being hurt. She wanted to feel every ounce of her own whorishness thrown back into her face and cunt.
"I'm a whore," she hissed. "I'm a fucking whore. Fuck me harder, John. Tear me apart with your meat! Show me how much of a whore I am!"
With every grunt and smarting slap of his hairy groin against her smooth, lean body, the girl felt more cock driving into her belly. And she loved it.
She screamed with lust and dug her talon-like nails into the flesh of his rotating asscheeks.
John gloated above her, knowing that he had ignited this fire in her-and he was the one who would put it out.
He pivoted up on his knees and elbows above her thrashing body, feeling her cunt sucking up and down the length of his pulsing cock.
"Yes, oh fuck me like that. Oh, God, do it, yes, do it!" she chanted hoarsely.
He slipped his hands under her churning asscheeks, grasping them painfully, one in each hand. He smiled openly at each low moan of passion that came from the girl's throat, knowing that he alone brought her to this level of wanton passion. The aroused young girl flexed and un-flexed her asscheeks beneath his fingers, and he jerked her impaled cunt flesh harder up on his long, thrusting prick.
He felt her pull her thighs back a little more, the moist opening of her pussy dilating and clasping around his cock with each thrust and withdrawal he made into her.
He squeezed and fondled her white asscheeks. Then, slowly and methodically, he slid one hand toward her tight little asshole.
He paused, his middle finger in the damp crevice just above the tiny opening. He felt her asscheeks tense beneath his hands when his fingertips nudged her asshole. Then he felt her unexpectedly push back with her asscheeks, impaling herself on his finger. With a sudden, thrusting stab, he pushed into her asshole, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.
"Arrrrgghh!" Rose squealed up at him, thrashing her wildly pumping asscheeks around in his cupping hands.
"Like it, huh?" John leered down at her.
"Yesss . . . both my holes! Fill up both my fuck holes!"
He pushed again, grunting in satisfaction as she came down hard with her asscheeks, helping in the attack on her rear hole.
John had lodged his finger all the way up to the second knuckle in her tight asshole. He wormed it around in the warm interior, curling the fingertip so that he could feel the ridge of his own pistoning prick through the thin membrane that separated the two passages.
Rose rotated her hips eagerly back onto his finger while gasps of pleasure-pain bubbled from her lips. She jerked her cunt up and down on his long, thick cock. The rhythm of the dual fuck pinioned her tightly so that each thrust of her writhing asscheeks sent her torso into new spasms of lust-incited fury.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, it's so g-o-o-o-o-o-d, so g-o-o-o-o-o-d!" she groaned.
Her fiery cunt was hot and juicy, while the rubbery channel of her asshole was filled now with two of his fingers.
John fucked in and out with cock and fingers, never taking his eyes from Rose's face. She was writhing and twisting like a true whore beneath him, unable to control her wild desire to be fucked by everything he could give her.
"Deeper! Ohhhh, deeper, harder! Fuck me harder!" she cried. "Harder!"
Her sensual young body was slick with perspiration. Her rippling belly and the sloping area above her pussy mound was hot with liquid passion that seemed to spill out in an unending flow from her dilating cunt. With each slap of his cum-filled balls on the crevice between her asscheeks, he could feel more of her excited juice pulsing out.
His two outstretched fingers fucked relentlessly far up into her tightly stretched asshole and merged with the smooth pistoning of his hard cock until the two shafts became one, mercilessly impaling both her holes.
"Yes, yes, do it! DO IT! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Rose chanted. She was nearing her orgasm. She swung her gripping thighs up around John's back and waved her asscheeks in total abandon from side to side as she spiraled her cunt up and down on his ramming prick.
Then, suddenly, her body stiffened and an anguished cry erupted from her lips.
"I'M COMING, I'M COMMMMING!"
Her ankles locked in a death grip behind his back. Her thrashing body shook and arched high. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face close to hers. She felt the muscles of her exploding cunt expand and con-tract in fury, the lips of her pussy grasping around his driving cock.
Her hot juice spewed down the wide-split crevice of her ass and flowed over his aching balls as they slapped hard against his fingers thrusting into her puckered asshole.
The complete abandonment of the girl's climax started an uncontrollable pressure building in John's nuts. Suddenly, he felt a familiar tingle. He gripped the thrashing young girl's asscheeks and squeezed them cruelly, drawing her up in the air and feeling her cringe as gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.
"OHHHHHH, SHIT!" he bellowed, his lips contorting and his face flushing as his climax ripped through him. His strokes in-creased to a peak of fury. His groin slammed hard against the ragged pink lips of her cunt as the rush of his geyser like cum shot from the head of his cock, exploding deep into the liquid depths of her pussy.
And then he was done, collapsed and panting across the young girl's prone body.
"Shit, now that's what I call some good fuckin'!" he gasped.
"Really? Was I really good?" Rose smiled.
"You bet your sweet ass you were good."
"Then fuck me again, darling! My pussy is still burning up!"
Jesus, John thought, it takes an hour to get her going, and then you can't shut her off!
And, back in the living room, Cindy had Andy's cock out, trying to keep him awake.
"Come on," she hissed. "Don't fall asleep on me again. Wake up, Andy. Wake up!"
"I'm awake," Andy said miserably. "I just don't feel so good."
"Don't worry," Cindy grinned. "Too much beer always does that to people. Just go into the John and cough it up and you'll feel better in a jiffy."
"I can't move," Andy groaned.
"Of course not, silly. I'm sitting on top of you. Wait till I get off. There, that's better. Now go to the John and clean that stuff out of your system."
He obeyed mechanically. His head hurt too much for him to argue, and his stomach was churning. She was probably right. It would do him some good to get the junk out of his system.
Andy stumbled toward the bathroom, accidentally tripping over a couple fucking on the floor. He found the bathroom and turned on the light.
God, he thought, heading for the toilet bowl, I used to love these damn parties. Now all I do is get drunk and think about Marie Thompson!
Two girls were naked in the tub and eating each other's cunts.
Andy didn't pay any attention and moved to the sink. He turned the water on and splashed it on his face. He immediately began to feel better. He cupped his hand under the faucet and washed his mouth out with cold water. His entire nervous system seemed to come alive. Now he was ready.
He marched into the living room like a peacock on parade, his chest puffed put, his head thrown back proudly.
She was sitting there, a smile on her cute lit-tle face. She was waiting for him.
The hell with Marie Thompson. She was ten years older than he was and married. He'd fuck Cindy's brains out and rid his system of Marie.
He advanced toward the big armchair where Cindy was sitting, and took a deep breath. "How would you like to . . ." He never finished.
The girl looked up at him, a pert smile on her lips, her eyes fixed on his face.
But Andy barely saw her. A haze was passing over his eyes. All of a sudden Cindy's tits grew, and her face changed.
She looked just like Marie Thompson.
"Well?" Cindy said. "Were you going to ask me something?"
"Uh . . . no," Andy said miserably. "Nothing at all."
"But you started to . . ."
"Excuse me," he said. "I'm going to be sick."
"But you were just sick a minute ago."
"I'm going to be sick again," he said. "Excuse me."
He didn't go back to the bathroom. He walked straight through the red front door in-to the chilly evening air.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Andy, you were crazy calling me at four o'clock in the morning! What if Hal had answered the phone?"
"But he didn't," Andy replied. "And you came."
"I came . . . yes."
Marie was worried. Her affair with this young man was getting out of hand. Now he was calling her at four in the morning and insisting that she get a motel room. God, what a mistake it had all been. But she couldn't give up Andy's cock. She needed it too much. "Let's go to bed."
"No, Andy. I thought you just wanted to talk. And you've been drinking. It's going to be dawn in an hour, and I have to be back in bed with Hal when he wakes up."
"I want some of your pussy," the boy moaned.
Marie didn't move, didn't say a word, and Andy eased around until he found her lips and kissed her. At first there was no response, but after a moment, she kissed him back, and her lips softened as they worked against his.
His hands found her tits, burrowing quickly under her sweater to her straining bra. With a moan Marie pushed his hand away, trying to wriggle out of his arms. But he held her firmly and returned his hand to her tit as soon as she put her hands on his shoulders to force him back.
Gently he pushed her toward the bed. This loosened the pressure of her tits on her bra, and he was able to force his fingers under the material and hold her naked, hot tits. Her nipples pushed against his fingers, and he knew her words belied her real feelings. She wanted him just as much as he wanted to fuck her.
His hand grabbed her inner thigh, holding her close to him, while his other hand caught her wrists and held them so that she was in-capable of hitting him. She was virtually his prisoner, and he waited until her writhing stopped.
"Why don't you relax?" he whispered.
"Let me up, you prick!"
"Never."
She fought him again, and he held her, waiting for the predictable moment when her strength would fade again. When it did, he moved his hand higher on her thigh, then touched her near her pussy, gently, enjoying the way she jerked against his hand, like a wild, trapped animal. Still holding her wrists, he stripped her panties off with his other hand, then caressed her cuntlips softly, slowly, until Marie's resistance softened and finally, with a moan, she moved against him in a way that made his prick leap in his trousers.
Then he released her momentarily, while he started struggling out of his own clothes.
"No! No, no, no! I won't!" She jumped from the bed and ran across the room.
Andy caught her and wrestled her back to the bed.
Oh, my God, Marie thought, what have I started? Suddenly she turned from him and threw herself across the bed, her voice whimpering as she cried into the pillow.
"Andy, please don't do this," she begged him, almost hysterically. "Please!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Everything is wrong!" she cried. "What we're doing is wrong!" She rolled over to face the confused and angry young man. "I don't want to see you anymore, Andy. It's over."
"The hell it is!" he cried, his face flushing in anger and frustration.
Then he went after her, his hands tearing at her clothes until she was as naked as he.
"I'll scream!" she threatened, trying to cover her naked tits with her hands.
Andy closed his fist around his long, hard cock and waved it toward her. "I got a hard-on .. . and you want it. You know you do. I'm gonna fuck you!"
"Andy!"
His hands viciously gripped her tits and pinned her to the mattress as he rolled between her gyrating thighs. He didn't want to bother with preliminaries anymore. He wasn't interested in getting her hot and ready for him. All he wanted to do was fuck her. Hard and fast.
He pulled roughly at her body, pushing her legs wide apart and keeping one hand across her body so that she could not move from her position.
"Please, Andy! I mean it! We've got to stop this!" she pleaded. "Stop it!"
It did no good. He was much too strong for her. Just above her cunt, his prick stood out straight like a telephone pole. It was waving and swaying a little from side to side, as if a breeze were blowing it. He aimed it at her tight cunt, directly at the slit at the base of her smooth white belly.
"So you don't want me anymore, is that it? Well, you bitch, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you! I'm going to tear your hole apart and fill you with cum until you drown!"
He plunged downward, and his long rigid cock seared between her cuntlips. He scorched her flesh with his hot cockhead as he ground up into her one throbbing inch at a time.
Marie let out a cry of agony, sobbing at the painful invasion of her pussy by his mammoth cock.
But Andy couldn't be stopped. The hot meat of her cunt made lust flash through his balls. He began rotating his hips, working them around and around and back and forth. His steel hands dug into her soft tits, and then around to her asscheeks, clutching her to him until she cried out in pain. She arched backward on the bed, her head thrown back and her legs spread in pain. Her cunt was burning hot with the intense friction of his huge cock against her cuntlips.
But, despite her panic, the juices of her pussy began to flow and she felt herself getting involved and caught up in his passion.
Andy suddenly sat back on his heels, making her cry out with the pressure of his prick hard against the front of her cunt. He gripped her by the shoulders and, drawing himself out of her, flipped her over as though she were a rag doll. Without any warning, he ripped into her tight asshole with his raging cock.
With one hand gripping her hair and pushing her face into the pillow, he thrust deeply into her asshole.
Marie screamed in agony. He had become an animal in his fury.
He rammed into her ass again and again. Then he sat back and shook his hips, making her soft ass vibrate with pain.
She gripped the mattress and tried weakly to crawl away. Tears streamed down her face from the pain of the ass-fucking she was receiving.
Immediately, Andy was on her again. He grabbed her arms by the wrists and pulled them behind her.
She fell off the bed and onto the floor.
He jumped down and rolled her over so that she was on her back and his cock dangled over her mouth. His head was between her legs, and his hands held her hips in a vise-like grip hard against the floor.
"Suck me!" he hissed. "Suck me, you bitch!"
Marie rolled her head from side to side. His big cock banged against her cheeks.
With a cry of rage, Andy reached back and grabbed her by the temples. Then, growling with lust, he pushed his huge cock into her mouth.
She nearly strangled with the size of it. But the taste of cock in her mouth, even under these conditions, aroused her deepest passions. She began to suck greedily on the throbbing tool, her tongue working hard against it, her mouth closed tightly around its great girth.
Andy groaned in pleasure. His balls began to tighten up as he felt the cum in them start rolling up his prick.
Marie was by now in a sexual frenzy. Her lips were sucking hungrily on the spongy hard-ness of his cock, her hot tongue flicking over its throbbing hardness and tickling into the tiny hole at the tip. Her hips banged wildly on the floor as his prick pushed in and out of her eager, straining mouth. Her breath came in gasps, when she was able to take a breath.
Suddenly she gobbled very deeply, and Andy shuddered. She felt the taste of male cum in her mouth and gulped it down greedily. She took swallow after swallow, until her throat ached and cum juice began to trickle out of her mouth.
With a huge sigh, he collapsed on top of her, his cock still lodged in her soft, warm mouth.
"I'm sorry, Marie. Oh, shit, I am sorry."
Marie lay very still for a moment while the shrinking cock slipped out of her mouth and fell against her neck. She could feel her pussy wet with her own juice, but she was still hot. This wild scene had made her ready for anything. Her cunt ached for the feel of Andy's huge cock inside of it.
She pushed his body off her, and slowly crawled around him until she sat facing him. He was lying on his back, one arm flung over his forehead. His eyes were shut.
Marie dressed in silence. She would go home, pack,, and leave. There was nothing else for her to do.
Cindy Carroll tried the front door of the Thompson house and smiled when she found it unlocked. In the pre-dawn stillness she moved .quietly through the house until she found the bedroom.
She turned the lights on. Hal Thompson came awake at once and sat up in the bed, staring at the beautiful young girl in his room.
"What the . . . ?"
"You know me, Hal . . . Cindy Carroll. I'm in one of your classes."
"Yes, but . . ."
"I was at a party tonight, an orgy really, but I didn't get fucked. You know why?"
"Cindy, my God . . ."
"Do you know where your wife is, Hal?"
"My wife?" Suddenly he realized that Marie wasn't in the bed beside him.
"I'll tell you where she is pretty soon, Hal," Cindy giggled. "But first you're going to take care of a little problem for me."
What followed was a prolonged and sexy strip show designed primarily to inflame, to drive Hal Thompson to near frenzy.
The girl's dress came away and her lush young figure more than filled a black bra and a pair of matching panties. Her legs and her bursting, pointed tits gave inner life to the black nylon, made it glitter and ripple with promise. Her high heels gave her calves a voluptuous curve, made her ankles seem slender and tiny.
She turned, pirouetted, arched her body in feline grace, offering her legs, her tits, then her ass to the gaping man.
"Like?"
"Cindy, this is crazy! How dare you . . . ?" But her body was mesmerizing him. His prick was getting hard against his will.
Suddenly he remembered that it had been weeks since he had fucked his wife.
Slowly the girl turned, her eyes dark with mischief, and let him see that she was wearing an ingenious bra. Part of the front could be peeled away, revealing her full, ripe tit-tips. Shocking pink against a field of glittering black silk. The nipples stood erectly revealed.
Cindy saw the longing in Hal's eyes, and instinctively came toward him, leaned, offered her tits to his trembling fingers.
"It's okay, Hal," she purred. "You can have the nice titties. Cindy wants to give them to you."
She stood, guiding each tit herself as his lips came up and caressed each nipple in turn. When he became even more agitated, she turned and let him remove the bra. Once again she whirled and proudly re-offered her completely naked tits to him, coaxing him to take his fill.
Then his hands caught in the elastic of the panties and began to slide them down her soft, firm thighs. She stepped from them and kicked them aside gracefully.
She had him and she knew it. She whooped as she dived naked onto the bed and fumbled for his cock.
Hal was powerless to stop her. He watched in amazement and delight as she dropped to her knees and moved her beautiful young face between his thighs.
"Mmmmm, nice! Nice prick," she cooed. "That's what I like ... to get it up and go!"
Her soft lips curled around the head of his cock and then her head came down to swallow the whole prickshaft.
Suddenly she was sucking and Hal was fucking up with his hips, sending the full length of his hard cock deep into her throat.
Damn, she's good, he thought. Damn, can she suck! Damn, she's got my balls, too!
Then back up for air she came.
Her mouth opened and fastened over the in-flamed cockhead. With expert skill, she began to massage the bare prickhead with her lips, taking care to keep her teeth clear of the tender surface.
Then she brought her tongue into play, slap-ping at his flesh, letting him feel the roughness of her flickering, snaking flesh until Hal was writhing beneath her head.
Then her mouth sank lower again, her teeth scraping along the sides of the thick prick, her throat taking as much of the juicy cock as it could.
As she did this, she felt Hal's body twist. His hands pulled her young legs farther apart, then his hand was fastened to her soaking cunt, his finger pricking deeply upwards into her.
"For God's sake, honey, slow down!" he groaned. "I'm nearly ready!" He gasped, sit-ting up and gripping her head more tightly than ever. Then, showing him her own need, making her desire more than obvious, Cindy began to lift her head up and down, up and down. Her mouth-wet, hot, with its deliciously stimulating tongue-imitated the action of a hot cunt fucking him.
He could stand it no longer. With a cry of animal lust, he twisted his legs out from under her.
Her mouth clung greedily to his throbbing prick.
Kneeling up, he pulled her head with him, then, holding her head in his hands, he began to rock his loins back and forth.
The girl slipped her arms around his hips, pulling her head closer to his belly, and his hips began to lunge with a frantic urgency.
In and out of her young mouth raced his spit-covered cock, while she clung to him frantically.
Then, as she continued to hold him in her mouth, she felt his prick swell to immense proportions, and as a groan escaped his lips a hot stream of cum erupted into her mouth, thick and hot and gooey.
She was almost choking with the first load cascading from his balls, and she had to swallow hard. It clung to her throat, almost gagging her. Yet even more followed, pumping into her with short sharp jerks as his balls worked furiously to meet the demands of her still frantically sucking mouth.
It was obvious that Hal hadn't had a good come for a long time. His prick stayed rock-hard, even after squirting a gallon of cream in-to her belly.
"Oh, Hal, you need this as bad as I do!"
"I think you're right, honey," the man said.
"Then prove it!" She flopped down. "I'm ready, lover! Damn, like I've never been ready before!"
Her hand descended and grabbed his thick cockshaft.
She urged him toward her hot, waiting cuntlips. "C'mon, hurry!" she begged. "I'm ready for you, lover! Oh, God, hurry!"
Hal needed no second call. Immediately he was scrambling up, positioning, himself over her. But still Cindy was impatient, even as he thrust his cock in her cunt.
A long whimper of delight escaped her at the moment of contact. "OHHHHH, YESSSS! Oh, Hal, darling, fuck me! FUCK ME!" the young girl screeched.
He was a little slow and deliberate at first, as he saved himself for the long haul, knowing that fucking too fast at first would drop a quick load from his balls.
The desire in his prick grew more and more intolerable. It felt as though he were being scalded from the inside out.
Cindy was already coming. She screamed through one orgasm and went right on to another. She was choking and whimpering, her arms like a bear trap around him, as he sped up the pace of his cock thrusting into her hot hole.
"Ohhhhh, shit!" she cried. "God, your cock is incredible! It's fantastic! Ohhhh, go, go! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"
She gasped, then suddenly froze. Then she screamed and her entire body shuddered and twitched.
And then he could hold back no longer. It seemed the bed was tumbling, that the very building was collapsing around him.
It wasn't an earthquake, it was the writhing lust of Cindy's cunt. She triggered his cock in-to shooting jet after jet of hot jism into her cunthole and into joining her mind-blowing orgasm.
Hal groaned pleasurably as the bed and Cindy seemed to blend into a welter of white tits, topped by huge crimson jutting nipples. Satiny swiveling thighs were grinding voluptuously on his loins, his mouth . . . every inch of his body was being devoured by her greedy desire.
He plunged from the crest of glorious ecstasy into a momentary valley of rest, until her driving lust stiffened his cock in her cunt, up, up yet again. He felt like a skier on an endless run of passion.
"Oh, Jeez, you're good, Teach!" Cindy cried. "I'll make you come and come and come, if you'll make me come and come and come!"
Hal never stopped. He fucked and fucked and fucked until Cindy felt her pussy begin to get raw. Now she was screaming at him, trying to get him off one last time. She raised her legs over his shoulders to give him full penetration and stimulation.
He only pounded harder. His hips drove in-to her time and time again, while her legs, draped over his shoulders at the calves, continued to flop around crazily. She had stolen a glance at the bedroom clock when he had made his initial penetration, and now she checked it again. Almost an hour had passed and Hal still seemed as fresh as ever.
Cindy, however, was beginning to show signs of the wear and tear of that huge cock in-side her. She moaned, sighed, and began gasping for air as the fuck continued. She was an old hand at screwing, but she had obviously never been subjected to such a concentrated at-tack on her pussy before.
"My God, aren't you finished yet?" she panted finally.
"Not quite yet," Hal chuckled, pumping away with a slow, steady stroke.
"I can't take anymore," she mumbled. "I've come more times than I can count and my pussy's on fire! Get it over with, will you . . . please!"
"Anything to satisfy a lady," Hal chuckled, going into a drive that sent his hips flying faster than ever.
But still he wouldn't come.
"Let me get on top," Cindy whispered to him. "I can take all the time you want if I'm regulating it myself."
"Be my guest," he answered, rolling over on his back with that magnificent cock waving in the air. "It's all yours, baby!"
Cindy swung herself on top of him and lowered her wet cunt on top of the pole. It slipped in easily. Then she slid down the throbbing shaft, slowly and deliberately, letting her mind savor every inch of the delightful pleasure that it brought her. When his dick struck bottom, she began a wild movement on top. She changed pace as often as four or five times each minute, mixing up the sequence so that he was able to get the greatest degree of delight from it.
"Come . . . damn you, come!" Cindy screeched, pumping away at his cock for all she was worth. But Hal kept his prick with its blazing hard-on inside of her without the slightest sign of giving in to her pleas.
"You wanted to get fucked, baby. Well, I'm fucking you!"
"Jesus," she panted. "I've never been had by a man like you . . . not ever! You're in-credible!"
"You're pretty damn good yourself," Hal said. "I can't think of any other woman who lasted as long as you have without quitting."
"It's because I love your good stiff prick, that's why," she said between clenched teeth. "You've had it in me so long I don't ever want to let it go."
"Well, you can hang on to it as long as you like . . . because I'm not about to stop now!"
It took another half hour for Hal to reach his big climax, and when it happened, it was devastating. His hips began to rise and fall in unison with Cindy's movements, and when they came together, their screams of orgasm echoed around the walls of the room. Their lips ground together and their arms clutched at each other tightly as the flow of juice passed between them.
She screamed continuously and clutched at her tits, cupping one in each hand and fingering the nipples furiously. Her face was set in a mask of exotic pleasure and her body was like an electric toy that keeps jerking and twitching and bobbing about until the battery runs out. Her battery didn't run out for several more minutes, and when it did, she dismounted and threw herself on Hal, kissing him furiously and licking his dick.
"I love you, lover man!" she hissed. "You're the greatest I've ever had ... or ever will have!"
"Keep sucking, baby," Hal chuckled, "and I'll give you some more. This time up your asshole!"
Cindy was once again lowering her mouth over his cock, when there was a gagging sound from the doorway.
"Oh, hello, Mrs. Thompson," Cindy said to an aghast Marie. "I think I just showed your old man what he's been missing!"
CHAPTER SIX
Marie had consumed a half bottle of Scotch by the time she got back to the motel where she had left Andy earlier. He was still there. His face lit up when he saw her.
"You said you left an orgy to fuck me tonight?"
"Yes," Andy nodded. "So what?"
"So we're going back to it! C'mon!"
By the time they got to Polly's, the other girls had left and most of the guys were asleep.
Marie knew how to wake them up. She turned the stereo on full blast and began to dance.
Her body writhed and arched, rose and fell, groveled and swiveled on the floor, as she became like a snake. On and on she went, building and building, until she was in a trance, dancing unseeingly, her eyes glazed. She stripped off all her clothes and then resumed dancing, totally nude.
Finally there was a stirring among the boys. A young stud, thin-hipped and broad shouldered, pushed his way forward, stripping off his clothes also, coming in close to where Marie stood. The firelight shone on his bare, muscular chest and the hard muscle of his bobbing cock.
"What's your name?" Marie asked.
"Jerry Ferguson."
"Want to fuck a real woman, Jerry Ferguson?"
"Why do you think my cock's so hard?"
Marie opened her arms and welcomed the handsome young man into an embrace as a shrill, sexual scream erupted from her throat. He collided hotly with her quivering tits and her thighs opened to take his prick between them.
She squirmed her wet pussy against his thigh as her tongue played passionate games with his. Her nipples hardened against his thumping chest. He got her down on the floor on her back. She wiggled against his thigh and her kisses were running wetly up and down his neck and into his ear.
With loud grunts and growls, he rubbed up and down on her thighs until the juices from her cunt ran in streams down his leg.
Her cunt gaped open, teasing and inviting the entrance of his long cock, her legs dancing in the air above his neck.
Marie was in heaven. Around her she could hear the other boys waking up, moving in to encircle her. She would get all the cock she needed tonight.
A gurgling cry of pleasure and delight erupted from her throat and her strong thighs enveloped her lover's asscheeks.
At last his cock nudged the wetness of her cunt, and her heels rode on the cheeks of his ass, grinding and encouraging him into her hot cunt.
She sighed and writhed, bucking and throwing her hips against his.
She seemed to be begging him with her eyes, her lips, her tits and her pussy. Her body was trembling, and waves of throbbing tension rolled across her skin. She threw her hips up-ward to capture his dangling cock.
And then he was in her, sinking with a groan deep into her cunt. His prick was slamming and plunging into her tightly squeezing, hot, slick pussy.
The tempo of their fucking was soon surpassed by their screaming, chanting voices as they both neared a climax. They began erratic, wild, twisting motions that rolled their bodies around and around on the carpeted floor.
"Oh, yes, yes, YES! That's it! GIVE IT TO ME!" Marie shrieked. "Oh, God, you feel so good in me! I don't think I can hold back much longer!"
"Neither can I!" the young man yelled. "Oh, am I gonna come soon . . . fill up your sweet pussy good!"
Damn, Andy thought from his vantage point beside the fucking couple, will you look at that! Jesus, he's really throwing the meat to her, fucking it into her pussy like crazy!
What he saw was turning him on again, even though he had sworn to himself earlier, when she left the motel, that he wouldn't fuck her again.
Then he felt hands fumbling at his cock, and turned. It ws Polly. Damn, Andy thought, I don't want Polly. I want Marie again ... or Cindy.
Where was Cindy?
Polly, however, was not to be put off. She had never felt so hot in her life. She wanted Andy to fuck her right there, right now, while they both watched the other couple going at it less than five feet away from them.
She let her eyes drift down to the front of his pants, and her heart skipped a beat at what she saw. He had a huge hard-on. She could see it sticking out the front of his trousers. His big fat cock was rock-hard; he was as excited as she was at what he was seeing.
Polly was determined to take advantage of the situation. She had to make him want her before the wildly fucking couple reached their climax and the spell of lust was broken.
She thrust her hips up against Andy's crotch. She rubbed her tits up and down his chest, then spread her legs over his thigh and rubbed her aching pussy up and down. Her right hand fell down to cup and stroke his cloth-covered cock while she put her mouth to his ear and let her hard, wet tongue dart teasingly inside.
Andy moaned softly and tried half-heartedly to twist away from her.
Polly held tightly to his prick and balls, stroking them. At the same time she flicked her tongue into his ear until he was quivering with heated excitement.
Then she spoke, murmuring softly and directly into his ear. "Look at them, Andy. Look at that cock going into all that beautiful pussy. I've got a beautiful pussy, Andy. Look at her legs locked up around his neck. Look at them fucking. They're really going at it, loving every minute of their fuck. Wouldn't you like to fuck like that, right now, Andy? We could be doing what they're doing, right now, fucking .. . fucking . . . fucking ..."
"Why don't you and I do the same thing, Andy?" she said tantalizingly. "Why don't we fuck like they're fucking? All of us fucking right here, right now!"
"Polly . . . please."
"Your cock is so hard, Andy, I can feel it. I can take care of that for you, Andy. You don't know how I can handle a cock like yours!"
"Look, Polly, later. I promise."
But Polly wanted it now. "Wouldn't you like me to bend over in front of you so you could shove your beautiful, big, hard dick up inside my pussy? Shove it hard up into my sweet cunt? Pound it fucking deep and hard into my hole? Wouldn't you like to come deep in my belly, Andy? Fill me with your sweet love-juice? Wouldn't that be . . ."
"All right, dammit! Turn around and bend over!"
"Oh, goodie!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck. "I've always wanted to fuck you, Andy! Cindy thinks she's got the only cunt that can handle your big cock. I can handle it, Andy!"
"I hope you can, baby," Andy said, his voice harsh with passion. "Because I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
His fingers slid commandingly between her thighs and brushed enticingly at the soft flesh of her pussy. And then he drove two fingers roughly into her cunthole.
"Ohhhh, Andy, Andy!" Polly moaned, rolling her tits against him and crushing her lips to his. Her tongue darted and jabbed between his lips. His mouth was hot against hers and Polly groaned, grinding her cunt against his hard, groping hand. His fingers felt wonderful inside her cunt, fantastic.
But she knew his cock would feel better.
Her pussy was all soft and squishy. Her tender cunthole was swampy with her lust, and she couldn't control it another moment. The touch of his fingers against her naked crotch was driving her wild. Each of his fingers was like a hot prick probing her depths. His tongue had started to lash back at her. It burrowed and dug between her lips and into her mouth, and his passion was so great it was as if she were being orally raped.
Her legs trembled violently, and her pussylips were snapping feverishly at his hot fingers while her own hands cuddled his cock. Slowly, gingerly, her fingers worked down his long prickshaft. She could feel the juice leaking between her cuntlips as her hand slipped down his cock. She was getting more and more excited as she went farther and farther down his prick. There was no end to his cock. No end!
Polly was afraid and thrilled at the same time. She wanted him to fuck her deep, deeper than she'd ever been fucked before. It was with a mixture of relief and disappointment when he continued to finger-fuck her rather than point his huge cock at her cunt.
"I'm ready!" she sobbed. "Don't tease me . . . I'm ready now!"
Then the head of his mighty cock was at her cuntlips. Slowly, ponderously, he eased into her an inch at a time.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," he was saying. "Open it up for me, honey. Let yourself go limp . . . relax and let me in there. Let me give it all to you. You want it, don't you, Polly? You want the full brunt of my meat, hard, clear up in you, don't you? You want my hot cock all the way . . . ?"
"Yes, yes," she moaned. "Way up inside me! Oh, God, Andy, FILL ME!"
The sensations were wild. Her cunt had never felt so warm, so tight, so full. She loved it. And she wanted it. She wanted it, all of it, way up inside her, filling her cunt and her belly.
Suddenly, the cock inside her came to life. Her whole body tensed.
"Is it all in me?" she rasped excitedly.
"You bet it is, honey," Andy smiled at her. "You got it all. How's it feel up inside you?"
"It's heaven!" she gurgled. "I love it!"
She could feel the mammoth cock way up inside her, trying to round the curve of her cunt. But it couldn't.
Her body was wracked with pleasure, with excitement. She couldn't hold it still. She was thrashing wildly against him, her legs spread wide, her cunt bobbing and pushing on the huge hunk of cock that he was skewering over and over again in her innermost depths.
"There!" he cried suddenly. "That's it! You've got it all, baby. You've got my whole prick . . . balls and all!"
Polly looked down, amazed and overjoyed. She had done it. Her cunt was being both stretched and battered by the huge cock that was now lodged inside her. Her body was tingling all over. Her tits were hard, her nipples standing rigidly, super-sensitive.
"Wrap your legs around me and fuck back now," Andy hissed. "Fuck me back!"
"YESSSSSSS!" she yelled, and began driving her crotch with a vengeance against his driving prick.
On the floor a few feet away from Andy and Polly, Marie was still going at it, hot and heavy, with Jerry Ferguson.
"Damn," Jerry moaned, "you're some cunt. You fuck me for a while!"
"Gladly!" Marie cried, throwing her legs over his body and mashing her hot, wet cunt down over his prick.
She spread her thighs to their fullest over him and sucked in her breath sharply as their pubic hairs met and mashed together.
"Jesus," she panted, "it feels like it's halfway up my stomach!"
"It is," Jerry said, smiling and ramming up against her.
Marie moved her crotch in slow circles, causing the head of his prick to rub up inside her pussy.
He reached up and cupped her tits, pushing backward as she lifted her ass up and leaned forward, giving him enough room to fuck her. He moved his big cock in and out of her cunt easily, his rhythm smooth and relaxed.
Marie closed her eyes and leaned forward even farther, concentrating totally on the way his prick was making her feel. Her open mouth sucked in air as the tension began to build up once more.
The slight depression under her tits blended into her hard, flat stomach. Her sensuous, hairy cunt into which Jerry's cock now penetrated spawned two spread thighs, the muscles hard and straight. Jerry took his hands off her tits so he could watch them shake and jiggle as he fucked her. Low moans escaped from deep in her throat as he in-creased his speed, spearing upward, slapping his crotch into hers. Her pussy felt like a warm, wet tight glove as she manipulated her cunt muscles, alternately squeezing his cock, then relaxing, then squeezing again.
In spite of the cool air in the room, she could feel drops of perspiration running off her hard nipples. The harder she fucked, the more the pores on her huge, swaying tits opened to release her salty tang.
Jerry pinched her nipples, flooding her tits with pleasure. Then he moved his head up and sucked on one of them, devouring the distended nipple, licking it, biting it, doing everything to it that she obviously liked.
Marie grabbed his head and crushed it against her tit as he opened his mouth and took as much of the succulent tit in as he could, at the same time picking up his tempo slightly, banging his hip bones off hers only to slam into her again.
Then there was a cock in front of her face. "Hi, I'm John James."
"Join the party!" Marie laughed. John shoved his big prick halfway down her throat.
Seeing Marie take two cocks made Andy fuck Polly all the harder.
With a squeal of delight, Polly wrapped her thighs tightly around his lean hips and began a tattoo on his asscheeks with the soles of her bare feet. She could feel his giant cock slithering still farther up into her belly. The vibration of his prickhead was driving her mad. She couldn't hold her hips still. She was working them in fuck-motions, back and forth, around and around, feeling the head of his cock rear-ranging her insides, vibrating them, coaxing them to adjust hungrily to his prick.
Her passions were mounting steadily. She took hold of her own tits and began to mash them, mold them, pinch the throbbing nipples and twist them. The way Andy was plunging and twisting his cock in her cunt was making her come. She could feel her juices flowing freely. She could feel them making their way past even the huge prick in her cunt and soak his balls and her asshole.
Suddenly Andy pulled out of her. "Here it comes, baby!" he groaned.
He pulled his cock out of her cunt, and she felt the huge cockhead split her asshole.
"No! No, no, NO!" she cried. "Oh, Jesus, I can't take you in my ass ... I CAN'T!"
And then he stabbed her in the ass.
The shock of the attack brought a scream to her lips. But it was to no avail. Andy was planted firmly up her ass, pressing against the sensitive membrane and filling her cunt at the same time. His strokes were long and steady, unrelenting. His cock slid from her asshole and drove back in, to the hilt. Polly was certain that her ass had split wide open. The pain was excruciating.
But even with the pain, she felt her cunt start to come.
Then, as he continued pumping furiously in-to her, the pain began to subside. It grew gradually less and less, until she started enjoying it. So much so, in fact, that she began bracing herself and pressing her asshole up over his prick, eager for the next driving lunge. She helped him plug her ass, feeling his curved cock drive even harder against her cunt and, in turn, her clit.
She was working frantically with her hips, massaging her cunt with his prick right through her asshole. She could feel his cock fill both her holes and tug at her insides.
And then it happened. Her knees went weak, and Andy had to literally hold her against him. All at once, it seemed, their united rhythm broke apart and each of them pumped and worked at their own speed.
He was plugging her ass at such a fast pace, and the fullness of his cock sliding in and out of her had tied her insides in knots. Her cunt was aching and twitching, and she could feel the juices draining from her freely.
She could feel his fingers digging into her hips. She could tell by his motions that he was about ready to reach his climax. She felt his cock as it swelled to even more enormous pro-portions, and was followed by the throbbing of his spewing cum.
"HOLD ON, POLLY!" he shouted. "HERE IT COMES! Here it is, baby! TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL! I'm coming ... oh, shit, I'm filling your ass with CUM!"
And with a violent lunge into her ass, she felt the heat of his male cream fill her asshole and belly. She felt the already hard cock become as rigid as a steel shaft and burrow still deeper into her asshole to a point where she was certain it was already in her throat.
And then Polly herself was coming. Her cunt and her asshole vibrated through a wild climax.
"YES! OHHHHH, YES!" she shrieked, feeling Andy's cock slither like a jerking, writhing snake deep inside her asshole as she raised her hips to receive every ounce of his hot load.
John was holding Marie's head, forcing his prick into her throat. She wanted him to come, and sucked furiously on his cock, trying every trick she knew to bring him off. She worked her tongue over the length of his rigid prick, fondling his balls, stroking his under-crotch, in a desperate effort to bring him to his peak.
The spit was dripping from her chin and falling to her tits. Every now and then, a soft moan of ecstasy would escape her lips.
"Goddammit, suck! SUCK MY DICK!" John screamed as he ground his cock into her face, sinking the full length of his cock down her throat. Only momentarily would he allow her to come up for air. Then, immediately, he would force her back onto him.
Her gasps for breath sounded more like death rattles, mixed with air and spit.
Then, suddenly, something was being shoved up her ass. It was Jerry's cock. Then what was in her cunt?
She glanced down. Someone had filled her cunthole with a huge dildo.
Suddenly Marie had had enough. She just wanted to get them off and get it over with.
"That's it! YEAH, THAT'S IT!" John was bellowing. "Make my dick feel good! Pop my rocks for me! Come on, you cunt, SUCK, SUCK, SUCK ME! Eat dick! Drain my balls! SUUUUCK MEEEE!"
Marie began to buck her ass back over Jerry's prick as she sucked John's cock all the harder. Again her mind was screaming: get them off, get them off!
"OHHHHH, SHIIIIIT!" John roared, pulling her face hard against his crotch.
Marie knew this was it. She could feel his whole body tense, his muscles grow gigantic and tight. She could feel his cock swell and throb, his knees weaken and start to buckle. And she could feel his ass muscles contract, shoving his cock into her face as he started his climax.
And then his juice drained from his balls and shot in great hot gushes from his prick head. It filled her throat so far back that she didn't even have to swallow. Her throat, by this time, had become insensitive, numb. She didn't even gag as the scalding juice cascaded into her. She sucked, drained, drew, took it all.
And finally it ended.
John had drained every bit of his cum into her. He was weak, and she could feel his whole body slowly sinking to the floor. She could hear his breath coming in quick gasps, heaving in exhaustion.
Then the young girl, Polly, was in front of her. Marie felt the girl's hands in her hair and suddenly her face was in the girl's pussy.
"Suck me! Oh, suck my pussy until one of the boys gets hard again!"
Jerry redoubled his efforts, pounding his cock with even greater fury up into her ass from behind. "Oh, yeah, yeah," he cried, loving the sight of the two females before him. "I dig it! I DIG IT!"
All of his concentration was centered on his cock ramming in and out of Marie's tight asshole and the sight of her eating Polly's lusty cunt. The perspiration gleamed on Polly's naked body. Her massive tits stood straight out, swollen with desire. The light played over all their bodies, giving an eerie glow to the scene.
Marie concentrated on Polly's throbbing, distended clit, sucking and lacking the super-sensitive little button, until the girl gave an ear-piercing scream of climax and she flopped to the floor with her head in John's lap.
Jerry flipped Marie over and re-entered her asshole from the top. With one lunge, his cock was totally inside her, swelling and pulsing in her asshole.
Marie groaned as the beautiful, sweet fire of his plunging prick spread through her entire insides. Her legs slid around his body and hugged him tight. The huge, swelling prick filled her completely, stuffed her. She strained to get it all. It felt good, so good!
He began to withdraw until the head of his cock almost left her ass. Then he plunged back in savagely. Each stroke gave her new, hot, in-credible pleasure. A scream tore from her throat. He increased his drives, fucking faster and faster. The whole room was spinning for the writhing body beneath him.
"I'm going to come!" he suddenly gasped.
"Yes, come, come!" Marie shrieked. "Pour your sweet jizz up my ass!"
He gave a final, powerful lunge and she felt the wild cock throb deep inside her. She tightened her legs and strained against his body. Then came the hot, wet spurts of cum-juice inside her asshole, flooding her with delightful masculine warmth.
"Want some more?" came a voice from somewhere above her.
Marie rolled her head to the side. It was Andy.
She smiled up at him. "Sure, why not?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marie washed the cum and sweat from her body and stepped from the shower. She had almost finished drying and powdering her body, when Hal stepped through the door.
She had to suppress a giggle when she saw that he was naked, with a big ribbon tied around his cock. He handed her a box of flowers and his face split into a silly grin.
"Hal, what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing," he smiled, "save a sense of being thoroughly overwhelmed by your beauty, and, if I may say so, your charm. Madame ... if I may be so bold . . ."
"Hal," she said breathlessly, "have you gone insane?"
"Insane? Yes, Madame. I've been thoroughly mad for some time now. Would you do me the kindness of accepting this hum-ble bouquet which I offer to you as an expression of my . . ."
"Red roses!" Marie gasped.
"Ah, then you like them? I rather thought you might."
"Hal, I don't understand what this is all about . . ."
"Understand?" he replied. "What is there to understand, save that I would like to whisk you away this very moment to some secluded bed where I can tell you more about it!"
"Oh, Hal, you're crazy! No wonder I fell in love with you!" Marie said.
Then Hal turned very serious, his eyes boring intently into hers. "Do you think you could do it again?"
Warmth and joy filled her. "I think I could try."
"I've missed you, Marie. I've missed you to pieces, and when I started thinking about it, I realized that the reason I've been missing you is that I've been ignoring you. I've been a rotten husband. I don't know how to explain all this properly, but I feel terrible about it. I've ignored you and shut you out of my life and . . ."
Marie said, "I've been a pretty rotten wife, too."
"Then all is forgiven?" he asked.
"On both sides," she smiled. "Take me to bed, darling!"
He lifted her easily and deposited her gently on the bed.
Marie closed her eyes, savoring every moment of the delicious anticipation, the roaring excitement spurting through her body. She quivered at his touch and little gasps of delight escaped from her lips as he kissed her.
He ran his hand along her thigh and into her blonde cunthair.
Marie sucked in her breath when he found her wet pussy and began stroking it. "Oh, Hal . . ."
"Shhh, darling," he murmured. "Just let me fuck you."
His middle finger slid easily between her wet cuntlips and glided deep into her cunt. She sighed again, shaking her head back and forth as he pumped his finger in and out a few times, then pressed a fingertip against her clit and began rubbing. Within a few moments, the spongy clit was bright red and pulsing, gorged with lust and protruding from between her blonde-fringed cuntlips.
Then he shifted around on the bed so that he was lying on his belly between her open thighs. He held her pussylips open with his fingers and lapped once along the length of her cunt, from her clit all the way down to her asshole.
Marie shuddered, her hips lurching upward into his lapping face.
Digging his nose into her pussy to hold it open, he shot his tongue out and wormed it into the depths of her cunt.
A sharp contraction of her inner muscles sucked his tongue in deeper. When she relaxed her grip, he pulled his tongue back and flailed it over her throbbing clit. And when he clamped his lips over the tiny clit and began sucking with all his might, Marie couldn't help letting out a loud moan.
Hal slid his hands under her body and dug his fingers into her soft, pliant asscheeks, pushing her hips up to drive his tongue even deeper into her cunt.
She kicked her legs into the air when the tip of his tongue found her clit again, then wrapped her thighs around his head, holding him close to her. By now she was bucking wildly, moaning, her eyes closed and her tongue licking her lips as his tongue thrilled her cunt.
"Oh, darling," she gasped, "darling, put it in me now!"
Hal's lips were drooling with, her cuntjuice as he pulled himself up and mounted her. Another moan escaped her as she clawed him to her in an embrace of utter need. She raked her fingernails across his muscular shoulders as their lips met, his hands lovingly caressing the softness of her bare tits. By now the nip-ples were swollen and pulsing.
"Do you love me, Hal? Really love me?" she murmured when he pulled his lips from hers and began caressing her ear. "I mean, truly?"
"You know I do. More than anyone in the world."
"Put it in me, darling. Please!"
She was already reaching down for his cock. She cried out in anticipation when she felt its stiffness, squeezing a few times before guiding it toward her cunt.
Hal lifted himself on his elbows to allow her room, then looked down along her naked body to see his cock positioned at the entrance to her pussy. He too let out a moan when he felt his broad cockhead slip between her soft, warm cuntlips.
She sank her fingers into his back as he screwed his hips around, twisting his cock against her clit. Then she screamed as his hips ground into hers, and his long, burning prick bored cleanly into her tight cunt.
"Oh God, Hal!" she cried out, "you're so deep inside me!"
He was gasping as he began to pump, slamming his hips into hers as she bucked violently, swinging his balls against her asscheeks at the end of each thrust. Her nails were clawing at his back, but he was oblivious to all but the tight, warm wrap of her cunt, the soft, quivering pillow of her tits as his hard chest bounced into them again and again.
Marie began kicking her legs high in the air as he jarred her again with his hard, pounding thrusts. She locked her legs around his back for leverage and lunged upward with her hips, tightening her cunt around his plunging cockshaft as if she never wanted to let him leave her.
"It's coming, darling!" she gasped. "Already, I feel it! Oh, God, I feel it!"
"Wait for me!" he groaned.
Again he slid his hands under her bouncing body and snaked his fingers into the buttery flesh of her ass, still drilling at top speed into her flexing pussy. They were bouncing so wildly now that her tits were jiggling back and forth on her chest.
She was arching toward him, shoving the mouth of her aching cunt over his cock. He settled himself deeper between her thighs, and his chest slid over the hard tips of her thrusting tits.
"Oh, baby, you sure feel good," he said, the huge tip of his prick tickling the inner flesh of her soaking cunthole.
"You feel mighty damn good yourself," Marie said. "Ram it in!"
He paused, grinding his groin against her hardened and exposed clit, and then he began a smooth, in-and-out pumping motion.
"Good?" he said, panting slightly with the exertion.
"Fantastic!" Marie cried, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips and lifting her ass high in the air.
He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her roughly up to him. His throat erupted in animal grunts of desire as he pounded his thick cock into her wet pussy.
Her face became contorted with lust, and her head whipped from side to side on the pillow. Her mammoth tits rolled and swayed, the nipples brushing and heating up against his sweating chest.
She was climbing rapidly toward her peak and he knew it. He felt her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, urging him to give her everything he had.
"You getting it, baby?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she breathed. "I'm right there ... so close! Don't stop, darling! Please, don't stop!"
"I won't, honey," he said, grinning down at her lusting face. "Not for a long, long time."
Her body tightened and arched up against his. Her hips ground violently against his as her pussy sucked and swallowed the full force of his hammering cock.
"I got it ... I got it . . . NOW!" she shrieked.
Her release was violent. Her fingernails went crazy on his back. Red welts and gashes appeared from his clenched asscheeks up to his muscular shoulders. All of her weight was up on her shoulders, with her legs back over them. As the hard ridge of his cock slid back and forth, it scraped tantalizingly against her throbbing clit.
She writhed and screamed through a total climax, then sagged back, spread-eagled beneath him. Hal paused and eased his cock in and out of her pussy a few times.
When she regained her breath, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "You didn't come."
"No."
His prick was still rock-hard, and still inside her cunt. He had been running it very slowly in and out the full length of her soaking pussy. Each time, on the outstroke, he had teased her clit with the enormous ridge of his prick.
She hadn't even realized what he was doing, but she suddenly found herself aroused all over again. "Oh, shit," she said, lifting her legs.
"Have I told you that you've got a great body?"
"Yeah," she said happily. "Have I told you that you've got a great cock? You want me to blow you?"
"You want me to eat you?"
"I'd rather have your cock fucking me," she said.
"Then let's fuck!"
Everything in the room smelled of fucking now. Marie's inner thighs were slick with the sticky juices flowing from her cunt in response to his teasing cock. The smell of musk was strong as Hal climbed back on top of her and pushed the full length of his prick, clear up to his balls, into her hungry pussy-hole.
"Oh, God, what a COCK!" Marie cried, the thirst for his cunt-filling prick again taking over her mind and body.
He started to fuck her even more vigorously than before. His huge cock filled the walls and expanded the lips of her pussy completely, stretching them to the limit as he screwed in and out.
He loved every stroke of his cock going into her. He could come on almost any given lunge, but he was reluctant to give up the joy of fucking her beautiful, willing body. He didn't want to come and end the bliss, but the practical tricks she was performing with her cunt became more than he could stand.
She slid her hand along his back and between his hairy thighs. His balls were swinging into her ass as he lunged. She took hold of the precious balls and began caressing them in her fingers, hoping to bring him to a quick end before she lost control of her body and came again herself.
As Hal pulled back, his prick slid smoothly from her cunt. Before he could thrust it in again, she grabbed hold of the wet cock and squeezed it, then grabbed his balls again as he thrust into her sharply. A shiver of pleasure shot down his spine, a low moan rose in his throat. Cum had begun to gorge his cock.
Marie let go of his balls, moved one finger-tip into the crack of his ass, and slid it upward, then moved it down again and pressed against his asshole.
Hal grunted and gasped, his body shaking all over, still sliding his prick in and out of her wet cunt. "Do it!" he said into her ear. "Yes, darling, yes!"
She crammed the finger into his asshole and pushed it deep. At that moment, his balls swung into her ass, her legs kicked into the air again, and she entered her climax with a wild shriek.
As she came, Hal felt his prick fill to the brim with jism. Then, just as her finger drove deeply into his asshole again, he pumped back into her and blasted the first spurt of his load deep into her creaming pussy.
"It's there, baby, IT'S THERE!" he bellowed. "SUCK IT WITH YOUR SWEET CUNT! OHHHHHH, SHIIIIIIT!"
Her climax met his spurting cream somewhere in the pit of her pussy. She milked his cock with the talented muscles of her cunt until his heart would melt and flow into her along with his heated cum.
They continued to fuck until their juices and their energies were totally expended. Then he fell to her side, bringing her around with him so that his cock remained locked inside her gooey cunt.
They were quiet for a long time, and then Marie broke the silence.
"Was that girl, Cindy, a good fuck, darling?"
"Truth?"
"Truth," she nodded.
"Yes. She was a fantastic fuck."
"So was her boyfriend," Marie said.
There was another long silence, broken this time by Hal.
"When would you like to have them over?"
"How about tonight?"
"Tonight would be fine."
It was late in the evening before Andy Jarvis popped back into Cindy's thoughts and lodged there annoyingly. He was probably wondering what had happened. She had been about to spend the night with him when, suddenly, she had changed her mind.
The one-on-one fucks at Polly's house had been okay before she had screwed Hal Thompson. Now things were different.
Poor Andy.
Now she sat, wondering what he was doing, what he was thinking, what he might try to do. He had been her lover for a long time, and she would never be able to forget it, not even if she wanted to. He had given her the only thing he had to give, himself, his attention and his affection. If nothing else, she owed him an explanation.
Just as she was reaching for the telephone to call him, there was a knock on the door. She went to answer it.
It was Andy.
"Hi."
"Andy, I was just . . . what are you doing here?"
"I saw your folks leave and I . . . Cindy, do you feel like talking?" the young man asked hesitantly.
"Oh, Andy!" Cindy cried, reaching up to cup his face in her hands. "What have we done to ourselves?"
"Nothing, baby," he replied, closing the door behind him and wrapping her in his strong arms. "It'll work out. It has to work out!"
Will it? Cindy thought to herself, staring in-to his handsome face. Will it work out, or will this pattern repeat itself again and again? Will he keep fucking other women? Will I fuck other men? How can either of us be sure that we won't? How can we trust each other again?
"I have a confession to make, Andy," she said quietly.
"Yes?"
"I enjoyed it with Hal. I mean, I really enjoyed it."
"I guess we both found out something about ourselves," he nodded.
"How about you and Marie?"
"There's no use lying. I dug her. She's one hell of a fuck."
She pulled him down and held his head cradled against her soft tits, feeling the warm moistness of his lips pressed against one swelling tit. And in that moment, oddly and perversely, she began to remember the fucking she had been given by Hal.
She began to remember his hard, rubbery cock sawing in and out of her pussy, his hands cupping and kneading her tits, his hot breath blowing into her ear. She began to remember how it felt to have Hal's huge prick sliding along her cunt harder and faster. She began to remember her own climax, in tune with his, and how she had been floating, wonderfully floating in the throes of orgasm.
Andy had worked her sweater all the way off now and released the clasps of her confining bra. He was licking her soft, full tits with increasing passion. Her pink nipples began to harden on her big tits, and her pussy began to moisten with her juices. She could feel her cunt tingling, and she began to stroke his head, gently, positioning his face so that it was pressed into the valley between her lovely white tits. Her breath became ragged and shallow as the images darted back and forth in her mind.
I'm getting hot again, she thought. I'm becoming aroused with the need for sex, for release.
"Do you want me, Andy?"
"Yes!"
"How much?"
"More than ever."
"But you still want Marie?" she said.
"Yeah," the young man replied. "But that's over. She won't see me again."
"What about Polly? I know you fucked her."
Andy was silent, averting his eyes from hers. Cindy went to the phone, dialed, and spoke into the instrument. Andy thought he heard Polly's name but he couldn't be sure.
At last Cindy hung up the phone and turned to him.
"Take your clothes off, Andy," she smiled, "and fuck me!"
Andy ripped at his clothes and tossed them aside. When he slid down his shorts, his cock snapped up against his belly, fully erect, his balls swinging underneath, his muscular thighs flexed as he bent over to take off his socks.
They looked at each other across the room, their hearts beating crazily, their eyes burning with mute desire. Then they moved toward each other, and threw their arms around each other in a hungry embrace.
Their lips met, Cindy's tits crushing against his broad chest. His hands roamed up and down her back, his fingers dug into her asscheeks, his lips left hers and went for her neck, then her ear. In a very few moments, they were both gasping with overwhelming desire.
"C'mon ... the bedroom!" Cindy cried, and tugged the willing boy behind her up the stairs.
Andy urged her down onto the bed, on her back, and then lay down beside her, slinging a leg over her thighs.
Cindy groped for his prick, and squeezed it when she found it.
He began to mount her.
"Wait a minute, darling," she murmured. "I want to suck you first."
"Yeah, I'd love that," Andy croaked.
"Kneel up over me!"
He straddled her body, hovering over her, and she leaned up and stared at his throbbing prick. Smiling, she looked up into his eyes, then leaned forward and reached for his cock.
Cindy could see the muscles in his thighs tensing as she bent the thick tool forward and planted a soft kiss on the very tip. The flesh was burning, the cockhead quivering. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her soft, warm lips around the crown and edged the trunk a few inches into her mouth.
"Oh, Jeez, that's wonderful," he whispered, stroking the back of her neck in encouragement.
She slid back, leaving the upper portion of his cock glistening with her spit, and shot her tongue out around the crown, a drop of cum had formed in the pisshole, and she lapped it up with the tip of her tongue, then closed her lips around his crown again.
As she slid downward, she could feel the heat of his thick cock inside her mouth, the warm flesh pushing her lips apart. The head brushed against the back of her mouth and she gagged for a moment, then slid up to the crown, using her tongue again to send erotic thrills through his prick. Her slender white fingers stroked the base of the throbbing cockshaft, then moved under his balls and squeezed them gently.
Her tongue slid down the length of his prick, to his balls, then lapped at the hairy sac for a few seconds before she licked her way back to the cockhead. Again her tongue swirled around the crown, then her lips closed once more around the pink flesh.
Andy lunged forward slowly, urging her down the shaft, and she responded, sliding her soft lips down the thick cock until she felt it again at the back of her mouth. Sucking soft-ly, she thrilled his balls with her fingers, then tried to move down farther. The cockhead poked at the back of her mouth, then slid down her throat.
"God, yes!" he blurted out. "Oh, God, that feels like heaven!
She rose quickly to his cockhead, before she could gag, then slid slowly down his cock again. His thighs tensed, his hips bucked, and she knew he was rising quickly toward his end. When she rose to the cap again, she took her caress away and licked around the shaft, trailing her tongue teasingly around the edge of his cockhead and then following one of his veins down the length of his shaft and flicking his balls with the tip of her tongue.
Andy thought he was going to explode. He pushed Cindy onto her back and straddled her chest, breathing deeply with desire. At first she didn't know what he was planning to do, but she caught on when his palms pressed down on her tits and spread them apart.
He lowered his hips, cock in hand, and set his prickshaft in the warm, silky groove between her tits. Then he pressed the round globes of flesh together, locking his prick in her cleavage.
Slowly, he began to pump between her tits, bringing his cock back through the crevice until the prickhead disappeared, then drilling it forward until his balls were crushed against the underside of her tits and his crown was, poking at her face.
Cindy opened her mouth as the cockhead neared her lips, and he pushed his prick between her tits into her mouth.
Andy gasped at the first caress of her lips, then edged his cock back, to the end of her crevice, and crammed it forward. Once more his crown slid between her lips and into her mouth, and once again he shuddered.
"Jesus, your tits feel so good," he blurted out.
"Shhhh!"
He was still pumping through her tits. Gradually his pace quickened, his balls swung against her tits with each lunge. She felt his hands on her tits, crushing them together to tighten the vise. He leaned back on one hand, then dropped the other to her thighs and began stroking them. When his touch neared her cunt, Cindy couldn't help moaning loudly.
His hips were working quickly now, pushing his cockshaft relentlessly forward, between her big tits and into her mouth. His fingers found her cunt and slid inside, finding her pussy oozing with moisture.
Her legs were thrashing now, her hips swirling. He pumped a few more times, then ripped his cock from between her tits and slid down along her naked body. Her thighs shot open, and he settled between them, cock in hand, and her legs closed behind his back, her hips rising lustfully to meet him.
Panting now, he rubbed his dripping cockhead along her soft, pink pussylips, then gasped when the head poked between her lower lips and edged into her cunt.
Cindy stiffened as he entered her, feeling an inch, two inches, three, four, five, six penetrating her cunt.
He eased his hips back, then slammed it home again, this time driving every last millimeter of his long shaft into the warmth of her twitching, gripping cunt.
Cindy cried out in lust and he placed his hand over her mouth to quiet her. She kicked her legs against his back, clawing at his shoulders with her fingernails. But each time he thrust into her, she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs in pure pleasure.
He was groaning too now, softly in her ear, as he pumped slowly into her, twisting his hips around as if he were trying to loosen her snug pussy. His thick cock pushed her cuntlips apart so wide she could feel the tautness in her clit, could feel his thick shaft rubbing against it as she slid in and out, in and out of her.
"Goddam, I liked the tit-fucking better!" came Polly's voice from the doorway.
Andy turned to Polly, and then back to Cindy. "You know what you're doing?" he asked, a grin curling the corners of his mouth.
Cindy smiled and nodded.
Andy pulled his cock from her cunt.
"Okay!" Polly, get naked and c'mere! I'll give your tits a fuck they'll never forget!"
"Whoopee!" Polly chirped, and within seconds she was naked and lying under Andy's ass.
Cindy rolled to the side of the bed to watch.
Polly looked at his massive cock. A good ten inches stood out from his groin, hovering above his taut balls. She reached down and traced a line across the hairy sac and up the underside of the healthy, hungry cock.
Andy shivered at her touch. Her cool fingers tickled and taunted him. He reached down and pressed her hand to his prick.
"You want me now, Andy, honey?" she breathed. "You want Polly's tits now?"
"Yeah . . . yeah!" he groaned, moving his hips, fucking her warm hand as he continued kneading a heavy tit.
Polly needed no further prodding to take the reins. She concentrated on his magnificent cock and balls. She stroked the turgid prick, occasionally squeezing a drop of cum out of the little hole in the head. Then, on impulse, she swooped down and licked the drop away.
Andy moaned when he felt the tip of her hot tongue touch the tip of his cock. He grasped her wrists and pressed her down to the mat-tress. Then he straddled her, his long thick prick lying snugly in the smooth, deep cleft between her firm, rounded tits. He pinned her arms gently to the bed, his eyes gleaming, a lascivious smirk stretching his handsome mouth.
"Now then, you luscious cock-tease," he hissed down at her lust-aroused, half-smiling face, "are you going to suck my dick, or do you want me to spank your beautiful ass until it's beet red?" While he spoke he began to rub his enormous prick back and forth through the soft cleavage between her tits.
Suck him, dammit, suck him! Cindy's mind was screaming. Suck that beautiful cock, you dumb cunt, or I'll run over there and suck it myself!
"OH, ohhhhh! Let my hands free for a minute, lover!" Polly pleaded.
He did and she used them to press the heavy mounds of her tits together, completely engulfing his throbbing prick between the smooth white flesh. It drew the foreskin back and forth over his cock as he began to fuck her tits while she teased and rolled her hard nipples. On each forward stroke, Andy's cockhead bounced against the girl's lips, smearing them with cum.
Cindy watched his handsome face grow slack and his breathing increase as he fucked between Polly's tits with growing fury. She could see his asscheeks, spread and flat, heavy on Polly's belly, his soft, hair-covered balls against her smooth skin.
"Shit!" Andy blurted. "SUCK ME!"
"Whatever you want darling!" Polly whispered hotly.
He reached down and grabbed both handfuls of her already tousled hair. "Suck it, suck it till I shoot my cum right in your beautiful mouth!"
Polly winced with pain as he jerked her head erect and moved his prick forward. His cockhead brushed against her lips.
"Aaaagghhh!" she whimpered with lust, pursing her lips and flicking her tongue out to swipe at the throbbing, angry-red head.
"Hurry!" he gasped. "Suck! SUCK OR I'LL BLOW ALL OVER YOUR FACE!"
"Yes! Oh God, yes, lover!" she whined, opening her lips and mouth to let him slide his thick, long prick inside.
He rammed along the length of her moist, hot tongue almost to her throat, then withdrew it slowly as she sucked and worked her pink tongue along it. Her hand moved to its base to draw the heavy foreskin back with thumb and forefinger so she could lick tauntingly at the sensitive underside of his cockhead.
"Holy fuck!" he exclaimed hoarsely, jerking her head upright as he began to fuck savagely into her mouth. Her other hand suddenly cupped his throbbing balls in the warm softness of its palm. "Oh, Christ! Oh shit! SUCK MY DICK, HONEY!"
He raised to his knees and rammed the thick, turgid head of his cock into her mouth.
Polly sucked it hungrily, her body saturated with the sheer carnal delight he was bringing her.
Standing by the bed, Cindy reached under her with both hands. She slammed three fingers of her right hand up her own creamy cunt. At the same time, she saw Andy brutally fondling the damp, burning pussy between Polly's legs.
Polly groaned as a finger went up her cunt. She raised her hips to his plunging, searching finger, first one, then two, and yet another. Maddeningly, the plunged into her hole, twisting and gouging. His thumb finally crushed her clit, circling, pressuring, punishing her cunt in pain and pleasure.
Kneeling in an ecstasy of his own, Andy held tight with one hand in her hair and the other sunk deep between her wide-split thighs as he buffeted her soft white body cruelly up and down on his cock. He stared down at her red-rimmed, elastic-like lips sucking with all their might on the prick fucking into her mouth. He watched, almost hypnotized, as her contorted lips clung to its thick shaft, pulling tiny ridges of pink flesh out when he screwed his ass back, then thrusting them in again when he plunged forward, sinking his meat deep into her throat.
Cindy was on the verge of her own come as she watched Polly suck Andy's cock. The girl's cheeks were hollowing on the out-stroke and expanding when he rammed into her. Her eyes were closed and his prick was going clear down her throat. She'd taken both hands and clasped his ass cheeks, pulling him tighter into her face. Then Cindy could see thick, white cum dribbling from the corners of her mouth and running in tiny streams down her hollowing cheeks.
Andy had come. He'd poured a full load of hot juice into Polly's mouth, and she still sucked for more.
And it looked like Andy was willing to give her more.
But Cindy wasn't waiting around to watch more. "Goddamn, let me in there before you're wasted!" she shrieked.
Andy pulled out of Polly's mouth, feeling the warm silk grab and hold his flesh. He tugged Cindy into a sitting position and pressed the reddened head of his prick against her lips. He watched as she washed her tongue over the head eagerly, down the sides, and then, tugging gently with her fingers, pulled his balls from between his legs and ran the tip over his tingling flesh.
His head throbbed and she teased, covering the side of his prick with her lips, running up and down, sliding moistly until the head sank into her open lips.
It was a silky cunt all over again, and Andy pumped gently into the dark void. Cindy curled her fingers around him, jerked the skin back and forth and pressed her tongue against his nerve and slid her lips over him to meet her hand.
He felt a thousand lips, tongues and fingers tease, then grate against him and he clutched her hair, jerked her mouth faster over his prick, keeping the nerve running across her sucking lips and feeling the softness once again start in his groin. The incredible sensation worked up into the ass, ran along his cock until it reached the nerve where it gathered strength.
And then it gushed out of him, filling Cindy's mouth with his musky cum. He felt himself wanting the thrill to keep coming, coming, but it was no use. He pumped wildly and Cindy worked her lips on his cock, but he felt the muscles relax in spite of their efforts.
He crawled into the bed beside her. He looked into her eyes and smiled. Everything was forgotten, forgiven, and he touched her soft lips, ran his finger along the curve of her tit, over her smooth belly and touched her wet cunt. He cupped his hand around it, feeling the heat seep into his fingers.
Cindy returned his smile. "We're good together," she said.
"Yeah, I know." Then he took a deep breath. "Maybe we ought to stay together."
"Well, it's worth giving some thought to," came the reply.
The telephone was ringing. Cindy jumped off the bed and ran to answer it.
Andy rolled over between Polly's thighs and shoved his nearly limp cock up her cunt. He was just starting to pump away when Cindy reappeared beside the bed.
"You'll never guess who that was," she said.
"Yes, I would," Andy replied. "It was Marie. I told her she'd have to call you herself."
Cindy laughed. "Well, I'll be damned! I told her Polly was with us."
