Most of us lead two lives--real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies--wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, Karen Spelman learns to be honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul--a person who not only feels sexually free, but who has been compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of Puritanism imposed by an uncaring society.
THE WIFE'S GANG-BANG VACATION deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate--but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let him or her decide his own standard of morality where sex between consenting individuals is concerned, just as Karen has done.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
A feeling of exhilaration filled her body as she gazed around the hotel lobby. The place was huge. Much bigger than any hotel back home. And the immense lobby was filled with men. Wall to wall men.
Karen Spelman turned her attention to the man sitting next to her. He was a salesman she had met the day before when she and her husband Ricky had arrived at the convention. It was wonderful getting away from home. There was something glamorous about being at a convention even if it was only a convention of insurance salesman. The hotel was filled with businessmen. And some of them looked like they were involved in more interesting ventures.
"You're exactly my model size," the man at her elbow said. "Come on and try them on. I'll let you have them for cost plus ten percent."
His name was Ron Morton and it was a tempting offer. His company made slacks and skirts and buying them wholesale would be fun. Anyway, she was on her own. Ricky was busy all day and she needed things to do to fill her time. Not that Ricky cared what she did anyway. He was so damn busy with his insurance policies.
Now she curved her pouting lips in a pretty smile. "Where are they?" she said.
Ron grinned and rose up. He took her hand. "In my suite, beautiful. Let's go."
Karen hadn't been alone with a man since she'd married Ricky five years before. She felt excited and slightly wicked as she followed Ron out of the lobby and up to his suite.
"I'll bring the stuff out," he said, strolling toward the bedroom. "Help yourself to some champagne."
Karen poured some champagne into a glass and sipped it. It tickled her nose, a sensation she always enjoyed. She sat down on the sofa and waited for Ron to return.
"Here, you can try these on," he said, dropping a load of clothes on the sofa next to her.
"Where?" she said.
"You can do it here," he said. "I've got some calls to make in the bedroom." He grinned. "Don't sweat it. I've seen whatever you've got before."
Karen rifled through the clothes. They were gorgeous. She quickly stripped off her blouse and skirt and when she was down to her bra and panties she began trying on the clothes.
Everything fit perfectly and everything was beautiful. Her excitement mounted. All these clothes at wholesale prices! What a lucky break!
She heard Ron's voice. He seemed to be deep in a business discussion. When she picked up an outfit that would look better without a bra, she quickly stripped it off and began to pull the garment over her head.
"Now that's a pretty sight," Ron said suddenly.
"Don't look," she giggled. "Hey, what're you doing?"
He held the fabric in both his hands and pulled it away from her body. In a moment she was standing there before him wearing only her panties.
"Have some more bubbly," he said.
She covered her tits with her hands, but they bulged out between her fingers. "Don't look," she giggled.
Their eyes met and he laughed. "Pardon me, but it looks funny to see you trying to cover those melons with your hands. Anyway, as I said, don't sweat it. I work with models all the time. I've seen it all."
A tiny feeling of disappointment raced through her.
He caught the expression on her face and smiled. "Although I must admit I haven't seen a pair like yours in a long time."
She blushed and picked up her blouse. "Maybe I better leave now. I love everything and I want to buy it all if it doesn't cost too much."
He took the blouse from her hand and guided her to the sofa. "Sit down and relax. Have a snack." He handed her a plateful of cheese. "You told me your husband was busy all day. What's your hurry. Have another drink and let's get acquainted. And don't worry about money."
Why not? she thought, leaning back on the sofa and accepting another glass of champagne. She felt self-conscious without a bra and wearing only her sheer panties. She crossed her legs to try and hide the thick black triangle between her thighs. She reached over and picked up a piece of cheese. On an impulse she curled her tongue around the morsel.
"Do you often do this with strange women?" she flirted.
"Only the pretty ones."
Soon they finished the bottle and Ron brought out another. Karen felt dizzy and her inhibitions disappeared. When he suggested-she remove her panties and really get comfortable, she surprised herself by complying.
"I've never done anything like this before," she said.
"Spread your legs, honey, and let me see it all."
Hesitating only a moment, the young wife parted her thighs and exposed her fur-fringed cunt lips to the strange man. She was embarrassed to see her clit sticking out at the top of her slit. She blushed furiously and tried to cover it up.
"Don't be embarrassed," Ron said. "Jesus, what a cunt!"
Karen gazed at his crotch. His prick bulged against the fabric of his pants as he raked his eyes over her body. She was petite in a round way. Small-boned, she had curves in all the right places. Her boobs were big and round and her hips and ass were full and womanly. Her waist was tiny and her belly flat. She exercised daily to keep her figure and she loved having it admired.
"I've never done anything like this before," she whispered.
"You're out of town," he said soothingly. "People loosen up when they're away from home. Let it all hang out, honey."
She ate another piece of cheese, rolling her tongue over the food in a provocative way. She glanced at Ron to see his reaction.
"Come over here," he said gruffly. "If you're hungry, try this."
Reaching down, he unzipped his fly and took his cock out of his pants. It didn't look hard, but Karen's heart pounded. She hadn't seen another man's cock since her marriage. God, it was exciting!
She nervously gulped her champagne. "I don't know about this..."
"Hey, baby, what do you think people do at conventions."
"Oh, Ron," she giggled. "I'm a married woman."
He shrugged. "Ricky's probably shacked up with some blonde right this minute. There are plenty of hookers working this place."
"There are?"
He held his cock root in his fist. "What do you think?" he said. "Get your hands on this stick."
She wondered if Ricky really was with some hooker. She almost hoped so. He paid so little attention to her lately she wondered if he was still interested in sex.
Now Ron pushed his pants and shorts down and leaned back on the sofa. "Get down there, baby," he said gruffly.
He pushed her down onto the floor between his legs and Karen knew instinctively what he wanted her to do. She'd sucked plenty of dicks in her time. And maybe it was time she put some excitement in her life.
Crouching on the floor between his legs, she draped her tits over his thighs and felt her pussy moisten. Eagerly and without thinking, she bent down and began hungrily licking the tip of his prick.
"Nice, baby, nice," he murmured.
She held his balls in her hand and ran the tip of her tongue over the wrinkled sac. He smell ed nice. Different than Ricky. More masculine, somehow.
She sucked first one and then the other ball into her mouth and savored the pungent taste. It had been years since she'd given Ricky a really good sucking. God, how she'd missed it!
She quivered as she coated his nuts with saliva. She rubbed her wet lips up and down his twitching cockshaft. She took tiny nips of his cock-skin and rubbed her hanging tits against his thighs.
She pulled her head back and stroked his cock-bush. His prick had swollen and hardened and a tiny drop of spunk oozed out of his piss-slit. She salivated and suddenly wanted that cream in her mouth.
She licked it up into a puddle and held it on her tongue. Then she glued her lips to his cockhead and suctioned in, causing him to grunt with pleasure.
"Yeah, baby, that's good," he said.
He watched her widely-stretched lips slip halfway down his bursting fuck pole. He watched her pink tongue swirl over the sensitive rim under his cockhead.
"You're good," he said. "Real good. You lying to me about not cheating on Ricky?"
She shook her head, eagerly sliding her lips up and down half of his fuck-stick. "Never," she muttered.
She deliberately rubbed her tits against his legs. She wished they were on a bed. She sucked a little more of his prick into her mouth and he pushed forward, sliding his prick all the way down her throat.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she protested.
"You can do it, baby," he said, holding her head tightly and forcing his dick in and out of her throat.
Karen thought she would choke to death. She struggled to breathe, but in a moment she was able to take him deep into her throat without gagging.
She didn't try to move her head now. She stayed perfectly still, her long black hair dancing over his belly and thighs. He loosened his hold on her head and she released his dick. She played her tongue over his prick-knob and his come-filled balls. She pressed her nose into his cock-bush and inhaled his fragrance.
"Okay, baby, that's enough of that," he said, reaching down and clutching a handful of her lustrous hair.
He jerked her head up and pulled her to her feet. They went into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed. He stripped his clothes off and she saw his naked body for the first time. A shiver ran through her. His cock was rigid and slick with her saliva.
Now he rolled on top of her and cupped her tits in his hands. He squeezed them hard and then brutally pinched her nipples. Incredibly, his roughness turned her on.
"Hey," she whimpered when he bent his head and attached his sharp strong teeth to one of her lust-stiffened nipples.
She moaned and half tried to get away, but he held her by gluing his lips to her other tit. She stopped struggling as he went from one jutting tit to the other, sucking and licking and nibbling with his teeth. Flashes of pleasure mixed with pain raged through her body. A rush of warmth suffused her crotch and she raised her hips and thrust herself against his body.
"You really want it bad, don't you?" he said.
"Yes!" She squirmed her body impatiently.
He sucked in a huge mouthful of tit and bit down. She cried out with pain, but even the discomfort was sensuous. "Yes, hurt me!" she cried.
He raised himself and positioned his body so that his cock was directly above her pussy. She raised her knees and opened herself to him. She reached out for his dick, but he pushed her hand away.
"I'll do it," he said, touching the tip of his cock to her clit.
'Ooooooooooooo!" she squealed.
"Jesus, when did you have it last?"
"Last night."
"But not too good, huh?" he chuckled.
She arched her back off the bed and strained against him. "Oh, Ron, I never felt like this before!"
"It's all the champagne."
"Oh, God, I want it!"
"You'll get it, baby, don't worry about a thing."
He continued rubbing his prick against her gash, now moving it from her clit to the bottom of her slit and back again. She felt the bulbous head of his dick part her cunt flaps. Her cunt lips palpitated with excitement. God, how she wanted him!
And then he was inside her. His cockhead inched forward and filled her cunthole. She felt open and alive and filled all at the same time. How she loved to fuck! How good a cock felt in her cunt!
She shrieked when he lunged forward and ' buried half his prick inside her. She wrapped her long legs around his back and clung to him. He stared down into her eyes and began fucking.
"Good?" he grunted, plunging his prick in and out of her wonderfully stretched snatch. "Wonderful!"
In the room next door she could hear the strains of a radio playing. It was a song about a cheating wife and her cowboy lover. Karen sighed when Ron's jism-bloated balls tickled her ass. He ground his prick against her clit and rode her just the way she liked.
Driving all thoughts of infidelity out of her mind, she arched up and met his thrusts. Her clit twitched with every stroke and she expertly screwed her hungry cunt up around his fuck pole. She milked it with her strong cunt-muscles and tensed her entire body as she strained to achieve the blessed release of an orgasm.
Sometimes when she was overly excited it took her a long time to come. Their sweaty bodies slapped together and he began plunging his prick more slowly in and out of her slit.
"Oh, don't stop!" she gasped.
Flames raced through her loins and every nerve-ending in her body trembled as she humped her ass off the bed. She locked her legs more tightly around Ron's back and beat her heels against his butt.
He thrust more deeply into her snatch. "Like this?" he grunted. "You like it hard and deep like this?"
"Yes, that's good!" she cried. "That's good!"
Her eyes shut tight, she wrapped her arms around his neck and forced his mouth against her tits. He opened his jaws wide and brutally bit her boob.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!" she cried.
Her head hit the headboard as he stroked more forcefully into her gash. Her mouth lolled open and her breathing was ragged. He banged her hard and deep and her moans filled the room.
He rhythmically sawed his dick in and out of the moist flaps of her pussy. She was a mindless lump of excited female flesh and she knew it and loved it. It had been too long since she'd been this excited. Too damn long.
To tease her, he pulled his prick all the way out of her cunt and pretended to roll to the side of the bed. She yelped and pulled him back and he rammed his prick back into her box.
The velvety walls of her cunt clung to him. He fucked her with pile-driving thrusts and she felt herself climb toward an orgasm. When he slid one hand under her ass and probed around her asscrack, she came. And explosion erupted in her cunt and rocked her senses. When it was over, his fingers were exploring her ass-hole.
"What are you doing?" she hissed.
"Playing with your little bung." Suddenly his finger was in her ass-hole.
"Oh, God!"
She flinched as he finger-fucked her butt. He wiggled his finger around and stretched the tiny hole. Karen's eyes opened wide. No one had ever done that to her before. Not even Ricky.
It felt good. After the initial penetration the feel of his finger in her shitter was wonderful. He added a second finger, still stroking his cock deep into her gash.
She felt another orgasm engulf her. He grunted steadily and double-fucked her with a vengeance. His upper lips was pulled back over his teeth and a strange rattling sound erupted from his throat.
His balls exploded and spurts of come filled her snatch. She screamed and raked her long fingernails down his arms and shoulders as they came together.
She shivered violently when it was over and his limp cock slipped out of her body. She thought of Ricky and cuddled next to Ron. She wasn't the only married woman who strayed from the fold. If God struck her dead she'd have plenty of comapny.
"Can we do it again?" she whispered.
He grinned and roughly pushed her head down to his crotch. "If you can get it hard again, it's yours."
CHAPTER TWO
Ricky filled his mouth with scrambled eggs and looked up from his papers. "Did you have a nice day yesterday, hon?" he said absently. "Sorry I got back to the room so late."
He hadn't arrived in the room till after midnight. Karen had pretended to be asleep. Now she composed her face and smiled, spooning a three-minute egg into her mouth.
"It was okay," she said.
"This'll kill you, hon," he grinned. "There's some guy staying at the hotel.
Pretends to be a manufacturer's rep for women's sportsclothes." He gulped his coffee and laid the papers down. "Then he finds someone in the lobby who turns him on. You know, someone who looks good, but not too smart. Then he cons her into thinking he'll sell her his sample sizes for next to nothing. She gets all excited and goes to his room with him. Then he gets her to bed and she walks out and forgets all about the clothes. Can you beat it?"
Karen turned her head and pretended to be looking out the window. "How can a woman be so sappy?" she said.
Actually she had forgotten all about the clothes. Ron had hustled her out of the room quickly and she planned to pick them up today. Her face warm, she blushed. The son-of-a-gun! Still, she'd enjoyed it so there wasn't much lost. Except she hated being made the fool.
Ricky chuckled and wiped his lips with a napkin. "Got anything planned for today?"
"Nothing special." She lowered her eyes and pretended to concentrate on her breakfast. Did Ricky know something? Could he tell by looking at her that she had cheated on him?
"If you don't have any plans for the day, you can help me get some points with the boss."
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Whatever you want, honey."
He sat back in his seat. "You know George's wife didn't come with him. Said the kids needed her at home. Anyway, George wants to buy her a present. Something nice. You know, perfume or sexy stuff only a woman can pick out. Will you go shopping with him for a few hours this morning? I'd sure appreciate it."
"Of course I'll go," Karen said. She was happy to help him out. Besides it would keep her mind off of that bastard Ron and salve her conscience.
She saw Ricky off after he phoned George Mason and made plans for him to pick Karen up at the room. She dressed and as she slipped into her shoes George knocked on the door.
She smiled brightly. She liked George and didn't mind spending time with him. He was a rather serious man of about thirty-five and he took her hand and thanked her for her help.
"It's nothing, George," she said as they stepped into the elevator. "Just what exactly did you have in mind?"
They spent three hours in department stores. By the time he made up his mind, Karen's feet were sore and tired. He insisted on buying her lunch and since the morning was shot she accepted.
"You're sure she'll like the nightgown?" he said as they climbed into a taxi.
"Any woman would," she said. She leaned back in the seat and slipped her shoes off. "Where are we going?"
"I thought we'd go back to the hotel and have lunch in the dining room," he said. "But first I'll go upstairs and get my check-book, you don't mind coming with me, do you?"
Karen shook her head. If it would help Ricky advance his career, she'd go to the moon with him.
George had a suite. It was bigger than Ron's and furnished more extravagantly. She settled into a lounge chair and George went to the bedroom, humming softly as he moved around.
When he returned, he had two bloody marys in his hands. "It's never too soon to start drinking, is it?"
Karen had heard from Ricky that George hit the bottle. But she said nothing and accepted the drink. It was none of her business if the guy wanted to get tanked up.
He sat in a chair near hers and talked about his wife and children. He obviously adored his wife and was totally devoted to her. He pulled out pictures of his four children. Yet his eyes traveled slowly up and down Karen's legs.
"We've got a perfect marriage except for one thing," he sighed.
Karen shifted around in her chair. Here it comes, she thought. She cleared her throat. "What's that?"
"Stella's frigid."
Karen choked on her drink. "She's what?"
"She's frigid," he repeated. "It's not her fault though. She can't take my ... uh ... she can't take it." He lowered his eyes and smiled.
"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean," Karen said.
His gaze flicked over her body. "You won't be offended?"
She shook her head. She swallowed hard and tried not to laugh. He looked so silly sitting there talking about his frigid wife.
"You see," he said, licking his lips. "My equipment's so big, it frightens Stella." He sat back and smiled proudly.
"She must have managed her terror at least four times," Karen giggled.
He looked at her blankly. Then his eyes crinkled up and he chuckled. "Oh, yes, I see what you mean. We do have four children. Well, yes, and it still frightens her after all these years. So she remains frigid. We have a lovely marriage, but I remain unsatisfied. Stella doesn't know that, of course. I don't want to trouble her. And I try to engage my interests elsewhere. For example in business." He sighed loudly. "But sometimes it's hard."
His eyes bore into her cleavage and Karen squirmed on the chair. She put her glass down. It had been empty for a while and she just now noticed it.
She cleared her throat. "Well, shall we go?" she said.
He rose up from his chair and took her hand. She began to rise up too and he pulled her into his arms. "Could you see yourself making love to me, Karen? Could you see yourself being unafrad of a big cock?"
"Why, George, I don't know..."
"Please! Ricky needn't know and it'd mean so much to me and Stella. If I get satisfied once in a while I don't mind that Stella just lays there frightened and unmoving. Please say you'll do it."
Her hands shook as she gazed into his eyes. A big prick did appeal to her. Even though she didn't believe it was as big as he said. Men always exaggerated those things. And anyway she'd already fucked Ron. Going to bed with George would help Ricky's career and maybe even be a kick for her.
"I'll do it, George," she purred, reaching for him. "I think I'd like that a lot."
"Bless you," he murmured.
With shaking hands, he removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Soon he was naked from the waist up and Karen surreptitiously examined his body. It was better than she'd anticipated.
"Come," he said. "Let's get on the bed."
Once in the bedroom he quickly unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. He wore loose jockey shorts and she saw no signs of a large prick. She watched as he reached for the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down. Her blood raced. His dick was huge. Relief flooded her.
She stared at him with her mouth open. She said nothing, but examined his horse-cock and massive balls.
"You're not disappointed?" he said.
"I've never seen anything like it in my life," she breathed.
He sighed. "I do hope you're not frightened of it."
"Oh, no," she said quickly. "I can take it. I know I can."
His prick was hard and swayed back and forth. A huge glob of jism oozed out of his jizz-slit and Karen felt her pussy moisten with anticipation.
She wondered if his hose-like cock would really fit into her cunt. At least Stella had given birth to four children. She had never been pregnant and her cunt was virgin-tight. She hoped George wouldn't maim her with his enormous tool.
"You'll undress, won't you?" he said.
"Oh, oh, yes, of course."
She quickly stripped her clothes off. They both climbed onto the bed, almost like two children about to play. He told her she had a lovely body.
"Why don't you lay on your back and we'll try it that way," he said.
His crimson-colored cockhead leaked onto her thigh as he hovered over her. She knew her pussy was wet, but she hoped that she'd lubricate enough to accommodate his horse-cock.
Tenderly, he pushed her thighs apart and crawled between them. She smiled encouragingly when he studied the slash between her legs.
"You've got a nice big clittie," he beamed. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, but do be careful, George," she said.
He sighed as he pressed the bulbous head of his cock against the mouth of her cunt. "I'm used to being careful," he said.
He pushed in. Karen gasped, but stifled her words. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. Suddenly his cockhead was inside her and he lunged forward until his giant prick was all the way inside her snatch.
"George!" she cried.
"May I begin stroking?" he said politely.
"Yes!"
He fucked her with long, slow, deep thrusts and yet he was gentle. She gasped with a combination of fear and excitement. She felt she was being split in two with his giant dick. Yet she loved it. She had never felt so filled. Her very being was being penetrated by his male-meat and she'd never felt closed to God.
She thrashed her legs in the air and he stopped stroking. Leaving his prick imbedded in her gash, he gazed down at her with a concerned expression on his face.
"Am I hurting you?"
"Only a little."
"I'm trying to be gentle."
"Oh, you are, George. It's just that I'm a little frightened. I've never felt anything like it in my life."
"Do you want me to take it out?" His eyes glittered and tiny beads of perspiration erupted on his forehead.
She deliberately squeezed her cunt-muscles around him. "Go on, George," she whispered. "I think I can take it."
He worked his prick slowly and gently into her snug little box. "Do you feel me on your clittie?" he said.
"Yes, I think so."
She gritted her teeth and inhaled deeply as he stuffed his prong in and out of her cunt. With every thrust, she felt his cockshaft caress her clit. She relaxed when she realized he wasn't going to hurt her.
The longer they fucked, the more she loved it. When she was totally relaxed, she began to turn on. Her pussy expanded and gushed cunt-juice. Her woman-cream coated his fuck-stick.
She moaned with passion as he shoved his dick deep into her gash. He grunted and groaned when her cunt gripped him tightly. He began fucking her faster and she wrapped her legs tightly around his back. "Am I going too fast?" he said. "No, I love it!"
Now he slammed his prick against her delicate female organs with each stroke. Karen was a mindless mass of lust. Each time he plunged forward, his stiff dick stroked her clit.
She lowered her feet to his butt. "George, it's wonderful!"
"Do you mean it?" A big smile split his face.
"Oh, yes, I wouldn't lie about it."
"You really like my big dick inside you?"
"It's wonderful!" She babbled for a moment, making no sense. Then a wild explosion began from her toes to her crotch and up to her tits. "Oh, God, I'm coming! I'm coming, George! Oh, God, don't stop! Don't stop!"
Shuddering violently, she shrieked with pleasure as her climax overwhelmed her. Her spasming cunt lips gripped George's giant cock and held it tightly as she convulsed and came.
He roared as her velvety cunt squeezed his dick. She fully expected him to come, but he didn't. When she opened her eyes, he was gazing down at her affectionately.
"You came, didn't you?"
"Of course!"
"And it didn't hurt?"
"It was great."
"Would you like another one?"
"You bet!"
"If you bring your legs up to my neck I can go in deeper," he said shyly.
Still turned-on and anxious for more, she quickly complied. She wrapped her long legs around his neck and locked them together. He shifted around, removing his prick from her cunt and then squeezing it back in again.
He pushed in and his entire prick filled her belly. He was right. He could go in deeper this way. his cockshaft didn't rub her clit as deliciously, but it didn't matter. She used her hand to stroke her lovebutton and he nodded and grinned.
"Now why doesn't Stella think of that?" he said.
"She's probably scared to death."
"But you're not," he said. "Well, every woman's different." He pushed her ass up of the bed and pounded her. "Am I being too rough?"
"No, I love it."
"You're so wet and open." He beamed as he spoke and his face was flushed.
"You don't have to be afraid," she panted.
"You can be as rough as you like."
"Ricky is a lucky man."
"Tell him that."
The smile disappeared from his face. "I feel a little guilty about Ricky."
Her pussy felt aflame as he plunged his rock-hard throbbing dick deep inside her. She clawed at her clit. She wanted the fuck never to end.
Suddenly another violent orgasm raged through her. Her pussy clutched his huge fuck pole and again he controlled his own climax. When she opened her eyes, his slick cock was still stroking in and out of her slit.
"If you turn over I can come in from behind," he whispered.
"Like this?" she said, eagerly rolling over onto her hands and knees with her ass in the air.
"Yes, exactly," he said, kneeling behind her and gripping her slim hips in his hands.
She sighed when he rammed his dick back into her cunthole. His balls slapped her ass and she fondled her button as his salami-sized dick reamed her hungry little twat.
She was amazed that this mild-mannered man was such a wonderful lover. Maybe it was because he so seldom had an enthusiastic partner. If he was telling the truth, that is. She didn't know what to believe after her experience with Ron.
Soon she felt herself begin to come again. Her pussy gripped his dick and squeezed it and still he didn't climax. She was beginning to feel tired.
"George, are you going to come soon?"
"You're not getting tired, are you?"
"A little."
"Oh, no, that's what Stella always says!"
He pulled out of her pussy and lay down on his back. "Come here and get on top of me," he said. "Just for a moment. I promise to come soon."
She straddled him and brought her tired cunt down onto his slick fuck-stick. He did all the work, thrusting his ass up off the bed and filling her twat with his stiff pole.
Her tits wobbled around. He pulled her down to him and nibbled her boobs while he stroked. Her climax took her by surprise. She didn't think it was possible to come so many times.
When George finally came, his load was endless and Karen's life was changed. She didn't know it at the time, but never again would she be satisfied with ordinary fucking.
CHAPTER THREE
Larry Jordan was a good-looking boy. He was a bellboy at the hotel and worked full-time over the summer. He brought the Spelmans their breakfast every morning and Karen became friendly with the boy when he returned to pick up the dirty dishes.
That evening, after her wonderful fuck with Ricky's boss, Ricky had a series of meetings and Karen decided to stay in and order dinner from room service. She wanted to think about the afternoon and get her feelings sorted out.
She ordered doubles on everything and when Larry Jordan wheeled the dinner cart into the room, she persuaded him to join her.
"Gee, Mrs. Spelman, this is nice of you," he said between forkfuls of roast beef.
"I'm glad to have the company, Larry," she said. "You're a nice boy."
They talked about his job at the hotel and the funny experiences he had there. She questioned him about his girlfriends and his grades at school and what his ambitions for the future were.
"Here, take this," she said, shoving her plate in front of him.
He grinned shyly. "My Mom always wants to know where I put it," he said. He blushed when she glanced at his crotch and smiled. He automatically brought his legs together, trying to hide the bulge in his pants. "I mean 'cause I eat so much," he mumbled.
While he wolfed down the rest of her meal, she noticed him staring at her legs. His innocent blue eyes lit up as he scanned her shapely long legs.
Karen cleared her throat and crossed her legs, deliberately letting her skirt move up to expose her thighs. She leaned back in her chair and toyed with her dessert. She liked the way Larry was looking at her. She was glad she wasn't wearing a bra. She had decided to be comfortable without one in her tight tee-shirt.
She smiled to herself when the boy raised his eyes from her legs to her tits. The smile left his face and a look of something like bliss contorted his features.
"Are you okay, Larry?" she said.
"Yeah, I'm fine." His eyes never left her boobs.
"You've helped make our stay here very pleasant," she said. "Both myself and my husband."
At the mention of Ricky, Larry forced his eyes from her tits. "Oh, yeah, thanks, Mrs. Spelman," he muttered. "I try and do a good job."
"You should always try and do a good job, Larry," she said. "In whatever you do. Whether it's making love to a woman or serving breakfast to the hotel's guests. Always do your best." She smiled and moistened her lips. She knew she was getting to the teenager.
"Yeah, well, sure..."
He gazed around the room, trying to keep his eyes off her tits and legs. Karen leaned forward, resting her tits on the white tablecloth.
"And you don't have to call me Mrs. Spelman when we're alone," she whispered. "Call me Karen."
She sat back in her chair, deliberately letting her tits jiggle around. His mouth fell open as he gazed at her tits. The huge melons bounced around her flimsy tee-shirt.
"Go on, call me Karen," she giggled.
"Now?" he croaked.
"Now."
"Karen." It came out a hoarse whisper. "That's better."
He grinned and licked his lips, perspiration erupting on his forehead. He shook his head slightly as if to clear his mind and his eyes returned to her tautly outlined nipples.
Their eyes met and Karen's smoldered. The boy's eyelashes fluttered and he was the first to look away. Leaning forward, Karen took his hand.
"May I ask you a personal question?" she said.
He nodded, a tortured expression on his face.
"When was the first time you did it with a girl?"
His face relaxed and he smiled proudly. "I did it to my kid sister."
"Young?"
"Yeah, she cried and told my mom. My mom almost killed me."
"But you liked it?"
"Yeah, I loved it."
"May I ask you another personal question?"
"Sure."
"Did your thing get real hard?" He blushed furiously. "Yeah." He stared at the floor.
Karen sipped her wine and pushed the glass toward the teenager. "Have some," she said.
He took the glass and gulped down some wine. "I guess I better go now," he said.
She covered his hand with hers. "Not yet," she whispered. "Stay and keep me company. Tell me more about your first time."
"Gee, Mrs. Spelman ... I mean Karen," he chuckled. "You're different from the other women around here. You're cool."
"Why thank you, Larry," she said, stroking his hand. "Go on, tell me more. Did you come that time with your sister?"
"Yeah, sure." He smiled proudly. "I got it all over her."
Karen moved her chair closer to his and bent down to drape her tits over his arm. He flinched and tried to pull away, but she held onto him.
"What's the matter?" she said.
"Nothing, but maybe I better get back to the kitchen."
"You won't get in trouble, will you?"
"Naw, I'm through for the day." They both laughed at the admission.
"Have some more wine," she said, raising the glass to his lips.
She encouraged him to finish the wine in her glass and then she refilled it. He seemed to relax and grow more bold. Now when she rubbed her tits against his arm, he no longer protested. All along she had been simply flirting, but now she decided to go further and let the boy fuck her.
It had been years since she'd fucked a boy his age and the idea appealed to the horny young wife. She teased him by directing her stiff nipples against his skin and then pulling back to watch the expression on his face.
The teenager seemed to gain in confidence. He sipped his wine and stared openly at her boobs, he smirked when she dropped her tits on his arm again.
She let her long dark hair drape over his hand. She brought his fingers to her tits and forced him to stroke them. The boy sucked in his breath and Karen trembled with excitement.
"I think you're getting excited," she said with a tiny giggle. The big bulge in his crotch was clearly visible to her.
He blushed and she threw her head back and laughed out loud.
"Jesus, Karen, what's so funny?" he muttered.
"Oh, darling, nothing," she said, controlling her giggles. "It's just that you're so cute when you try to be cool."
He wiped the sweat off his forehead. "It's hot in here, isn't it?"
"Are you hot, Larry?" she said, her voice husky and deep.
"Yeah, a little."
"Let me help you." She used her bare hand to wipe the perspiration from his face.
Her chair was directly next to him and she pressed her thigh against his. She took his hand and moved it to her bare leg and he flinched as his fingers touched her smooth skin.
"Do you like the way I feel?" she said.
"Yeah, your skin is real soft."
His fingers shook, but he left his hand on her thigh. She draped her arm over his shoulder and put her head next to his. "I think something's happening between us," she cooed. "Yeah?"
"Yes, I think we're experiencing some kind of magic that happens to people," she said. "We both have needs that the other can fill. At least I think we do. What do you think?"
He snickered. "I don't know what you're talkin' about, but I'm having a good time."
Taking his hand firmly in hers, she rose up and urged him to rise up too. They sank down to the floor slowly and in a moment they were stretched out on the carpet, their lips plastered together.
She pulled him on top of her. Their eyes met and locked and he glued his lips to hers. He kissed her tenderly, almost shyly, and his mouth felt sweet and young. She was the first to widen her lips and then their tongues touched and a fire ignited her loins. They wrapped their arms around each other and all thoughts of age and propriety disappeared as two lovers embraced.
He held her tight. His arms felt strong and she felt breathless. He seemed to be drinking down her essence and she sucked his saliva into her mouth and whimpered with lust.
He cupped one of her tits with his big hand and she felt her cunt lubricate and twitch. He landed on top of her, his weight heavy and wonderful on her body.
"Jesus, Karen, you're beautiful," he said.
"So are you," she said.
He grinned. "How can a guy be beautiful?"
"Easy," she giggled. "I'll bet your cock is beautiful."
He flushed. "Shit!"
Giggling, she sat up and pulled her tee-shirt over her head. "That's better," she said.
The teenage boy stared open-mouthed at her tits. "Oh, man!" he muttered.
"Do you like them?" she said, leaning back and putting her weight on her hands.
"They're beautiful!"
"You don't think they're too big?" She sat forward and deliberately jiggled them around.
He grinned. "Tits can't be too big."
She ran her hands up and down his arms and down to his belly. They kissed again and when she pulled back, he let his lips glide over her throat.
She took his hands and placed them on her big boobs. He held on tight, squeezing her big globes and hefting them in his hands.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes. The feel of his fingers on her rubbery nipples made her pussy puddle. Suddenly Karen wanted his cock in her hands and she reached forward and unzipped his pants.
The boy mumbled something she couldn't understand as she moved her hand inside his fly and found his prick. She closed her fingers around it and felt her entire body tremble with delight.
"Pull your shirt off," she said. "We're going to fuck."
"Jesus, Karen!"
He pulled his shirt off and she stuck her tongue into his mouth. She squeezed his cock and felt it jump in her hand. God, it was big and hard!
"Do you like when I touch your cock?" she breathed. "Yeah!"
"I'll make you feel even better," she said. "My pussy feels even better than my hand. You'll see. You know how a pussy feels? Well, a grown woman knows how to make a man feel real good. Girls don't learn the tricks until they're older. You'll see, honey," she whispered, her lips on his ear.
She frenched him, hungrily sucking his tongue into her mouth. She wanted to devour him. She wanted his tongue and prick and hands and everything inside her or on her or sucking her.
She flicked her tongue over his ear and he shivered convulsively. His fingers tightened on her tits and his face was contorted with lust. His prick grew amazingly big and thick in her hand and a steady gush of fuck-cream wet her fingers.
She finished undressing and he pulled his pants and shorts off. She pushed him down onto his back and climbed on top of him, squatting over his dick.
Her thighs planted on either side of his hips, she pressed his cockhead against her gaping, wet cunt. She was so excited she could hardly breath.
She fit his cockhead into the socket of her pussy. She was so wet it kept slipping out, but she pushed down and he slipped inside her gash.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" he sighed, gazing up at her.
"Good, honey?" she purred, leaning over and planting her lips on his.
She hunched forward and dropped a tit into his mouth. He sucked it in and she moved her hips as she fucked him. "Do it, baby, do it!" she chanted. "Fuck me good and sweet, honey. I love it that way!"
Suddenly she slid over and released his prick from her cunt. He groaned with disappointment, but she soothed him and brought her head down between his legs.
"No, darling, don't worry," she said. "I'm just going to give you a little suck before we fuck." She held his prick in her fist and tossed her long hair over one shoulder. Extending her tongue, she swiped it over his juiced-up prick-knob. "You don't mind, do you?"
He snickered. "Shit, no."
"I didn't think you would," she giggled. "You men are all alike. You all love a blow-job." She sucked his cockhead into her mouth and flicked her tongue over. his piss-slit. "Sometimes I think you prefer it to fucking. Do you?"
"Huh?" The boy's face was contorted and his cheeks were flushed.
"Never mind," Karen giggled, fondling his balls as she polished his cockhead with her saliva. He was too excited to talk.
She squeezed her thighs together. Her clit throbbed and cunt-juice dripped down her thighs. Opening her jaws wider, she sucked an inch of his dick-shaft into her mouth.
The teenager trembled violently. He groaned and she released his shaft and nibbled on the flared rim directly under his cock-knob.
"Jesus, Karen, that's good!" he cried, trying to force his dick into her mouth.
She sucked half his shaft into her mouth and stroked his hips. He picked his ass up off the rug and she slipped her hands under his slim butt.
She bobbed her head up and down, taking his prick deep into her throat. She was a mindless body of lust as she moved her fingers over his ass and caressed his butt-crack. When she found his shitter, she teased it with a finger-tip as she devoured his dick.
He grunted loudly when she shoved a finger knuckle-deep into his bung. She slid the ring of her lips up and down his shaft, taking him in so deep his crotch hair tickled her nose.
When she realized he was about to shoot off, she spit his cock out and straddled him again. This time she pushed his prick into her cunt and began fucking him with a vengeance.
The boy groaned pitifully. She fucked up and down on his up-thrust rod, her tits bouncing and her hair flying wildly around her shoulders.
"Fuck!" she gasped. "Fuck me, oh, God, fuck me!"
She pulled his hands up to her tits and leaned over until her boobs covered his face. He eagerly sucked one cherry-sized nipple into his mouth while she thrashed around on top of him.
She directed her movements so that his cockshaft rubbed her enlarged clit and the approach of her climax turned her into a wild, sex-crazed animal.
His throbbing dick spread her, inching upward and filling her insides. Their sweat-soaked bodies slapped together as they writhed and twisted obscenely.
When she came, she shrieked and her body undulated as the spasms overwhelmed her. She screamed and his cock slipped out of her cunt as she rolled onto her back and pulled him on top of her.
With one desperate movement, he drilled his prick back into her cunt. His jism blasted into her and filled her body with its life-giving warmth.
CHAPTER FOUR
Since the convention would be over at the end of the week, Karen didn't want to miss an opportunity to indulge her sexual appetite. Once they returned home, she and Ricky would no doubt settle into their old routine and she wanted to take advantage of the moment.
One evening she went into one of the hotel's bars and settled into a small booth. After ordering a martini, the waitress brought her a note from a man sitting at the bar.
He invited her to join him and after spending an hour together drinking and chatting he asked her to come to his room where they could have more privacy.
He was a businessman staying at the hotel. He didn't say what his business was and she didn't ask him. His name was Chuck Bell. He was tall with dark hair and a nice smile.
He had no sooner locked the door to his room when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. "Get into bed and I'll be there in a minute," he said when he released her.
"You don't waste any time," she said, her lips parted and her tongue moistening her lush mouth.
He grabbed her again and kissed her, drilling his tongue into her mouth. "I don't believe in it," he said softly. He caressed her cheek and she responded by melting against him.
"I don't want you to think I'm too easy," she said.
"That's bullshit," he said, pulling at her clothes as they walked over to the bed. "I don't believe in it. I believe in honesty. I'm married and I know you are too. But we're attracted to each other and we both like to fuck. So why waste time playing games?"
"How did you know I was married?"
"I've seen you around with your husband." He unbuttoned the top of her blouse and toyed with her cleavage. "He's all business, isn't he?"
She nodded, her eyes lowered as he slipped his hand inside her bra.
"Doesn't have much time for you, does he?"
Again she nodded.
"That feels good," she smiled.
"I'm a man who knows his priorities," he said. "There's a time for business and a time for fun and I never bullshit. Would you believe there's a dude staying here who's going around bullshitting women by telling them he's going to sell them clothes wholesale?"
"So I've heard," she said wryly. Was there anyone who hadn't heard about Ron?"
"You've got great jugs," Chuck said.
"Thank you," she said.
"Some women don't like when I call 'em jugs. They want me to say breasts or something silly like that. I don't believe in that shit. Call a spade a spade and a tit a tit. That's my motto. like right now I'd like to shove my cock right into your cunt. How many guys tell you that? Outright like that?"
"Not many," she giggled.
She excused herself and went into the bathroom. She had to pee. She almost always had to pee when she became excited. The toilet tissue glided smoothly over her snatch. She was gushing cunt-juice and her pussy throbbed when she touched it.
When she returned to the bedroom, Chuck was in bed under the covers, obviously naked. She dimmed the lights and undressed. She moved slowly, giving him a good look at her tits before moving to remove her skirt and panties.
Free of the restraint of her bra, her tits swung back and forth as she climbed onto the bed. She stayed at the edge of the bed with her legs together, teasing him by hiding the lushness of her cunt.
He eyed her hungrily. She leaned back and let him have a view of her flat belly and her rounded hips. She knew she had beautiful tits, but she was equally proud of the rest of her figure and she liked to show it off.
"Let me see the rest of you," he said.
Her head tipped to one side, she smiled as she let her thighs fall open to expose the thick jungle between her legs. He leaned forward and examined her pussy. It was covered with thick curly hair and her clit stood up at the top in full erection.
"Why are you all covered up like that?" she said.
"I don't want to scare you with my giant dick."
Fat chance, she thought, after George Mason's prick. Still, his words excited her.
"If you can tease, why can't I?" he said.
"You can tease, but don't stay under there forever," she said.
Suddenly she lunged forward and pulled the blanket off his body. His cock wasn't as big as George's, but it was big. And hard. It looked vigorous too, as if it was going to give her the reaming of her life.
She licked her lips absently as she gazed at his prick and balls. She moved her fingers, instinctively squeezing down, as if she were clutching his rod.
"Disappointed?" he said.
"No," she said.
"Think you're going to like having it inside you?"
"Urn ... yes," she said.
Flames of passion arose from her toes to her crotch and up to her tits. He pulled her against him and buried his face between her lush boobs. His nose and lips and cheeks burned her to the very core of her being. He didn't start sucking her tits right away, as most men would have. He just rubbed his face between them and blew tiny blasts of his warm breath over her cleavage and nipples.
"Two little hard-ons," he said.
"Hard-ons?"
"Yeah, your nipples are like little hard-ons."
He flicked her nipples back and forth. "I never thought of them that way before," she said.
"I think you've led a sheltered life."
She blushed and looked away. She bit her lip and lowered her eyes. "Not lately."
"I know," he smiled. "I've seen you around and you look like a kid let loose in a candy store."
She blushed more furiously and looked away.
He grabbed her arm and pushed her down onto her back. Shoving her thighs apart he poked around her snatch.
"Take it easy," she said.
He ignored her and roughly rammed two fingers into her cunthole.
"Jesus, when you start you don't waste any time," she said.
"You've been teasing me for the past two hours," he snarled. "Now I want some action."
He finger-fucked her pussy, clawing at her velvety cunt walls and ignoring her protests. He plunged a third finger into her depths and she tried to force his fingers out, but he grabbed her arm and twisted it back.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she said, panic gripping her. What had she gotten herself into? Was Chuck a maniac or really a businessmen? Maybe he was both.
"Come on, let's fuck!" he said.
"I thought we were going to make love," she cried.
"I fuck!" he snapped. "Making love, as you say, is for fairies."
"I think I've made a mistake," she said. "Let me go. I have to meet my husband. I forgot. Let go of my arm!"
He held her in an iron grip. "You're not meeting anyone!" he hissed.
Suddenly he flipped her over onto her belly. She felt like a giant turtle she'd seen on a television show. After the turtle had been flipped onto its belly it was helpless. Just like I am now, she thought with mounting panic.
She knew it was hopeless to resist. He held her down by pressing one hand onto her shoulder and one onto her ass. When he brought his arm up and slapped her butt hard, she became really frightened, but still turned-on.
"Ouch!" she yelped when he struck her butt again and again. "What do you think you're doing?"
"You love it and you know it," he snickered.
She couldn't deny it. The sharp stings caused by the blows were painful, but made her tremble with excitement. There was something about being overpowered that was thrilling.
Now he stopped slapping her and almost gently placed both hands on her ass-cheeks. He leaned over her back and whispered in her ear.
"You do love it, don't you?" he said.
"It's okay," she admitted.
He spread her quivering ass-cheeks apart and ran his fingers up and down the deep crevice parting them. She craned her neck and peered back at him.
"What're you doing?"
He rubbed his index finger over her ass-hole. "Taking you to heaven," he said.
All at once she knew what he had planned.
She shivered with fear. "Don't hurt me!" she begged.
He plunged his finger all the way into her ass-hole and she fell forward onto the bed. He wiggled his finger inside her bowels and her pussy twitched with excitement.
"Ouch!" she yelled.
He snickered and fingered her harder and faster. Her cries only seemed to turn him on. He rammed a second finger into her bung, widening the tight tunnel and exploring her in-sides.
Flames of pain and wild sensations shot through her body. One part of her brain told her to try and get away, but another, a more primitive part, told her to relax and enjoy it.
After a while he removed his fingers from her shitter and held her firmly by the hips. He raised her ass and she landed on her hands and knees with her butt in the air.
She felt helpless and excited and terribly turned-on. She struggled feebly, but he held her tight and she finally gave up. In any case she didn't want to get away. Her heart pounded with anticipation of what would come next.
"You're going to love it," he murmured, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips.
"What are you doing?" He lubricated his cockhead with the juice of her pussy and all at once she knew. "No!"
"Yes!" he chuckled, sliding his prick-knob up and down her juicy slit.
"You'll kill me!" she cried.
"What a way to go!"
Suddenly he lunged forward. Her virgin ass-muscles didn't budge and he swore. Then he pushed harder and this time his prick-knob squeezed inside her tortured little passage with a force that sent her reeling.
She bit down on the sheet, trying to muffle her cries of agony. She knew he wouldn't stop no matter what, so she tried to drive the terrible pain from her mind. It wouldn't go away. She felt consumed by fire. She felt like someone had shoved a white-hot poker up her ass.
"Relax and enjoy it," he whispered in her ear. "You'll never want it any other way."
"You're crazy!" she hissed. "You're killing me!"
"Feels pretty good to me," he chuckled. "Nice and tight like a cherry twat. The worst is over. The rest'll go in nice and easy. Ready?"
"You bastard!" She bit her lip and waited for the penetration of the rest of his cock.
Grunting softly, he pushed forward and the rest of his throbbing cock shot into her bowels. She sobbed as his dick became embedded in her ass-hole. She buried her face in the pillow and held her breath while the pain turned into wildly erotic sensations.
"Admit you love it!" he hissed.
"Fuck you!"
"You love it, you little cunt!"
He roared and sank his rigid tool all the way up her brownie. He began fucking her, slowly and tenderly and each thrust widened her ass-hole. Soon his cock slipped in and out of her bowels with ease and the feeling was incredible to the horny young wife.
"Give me all of it!" she cried.
"Take it!" he said.
She pumped her ass back to meet his strokes. He fucked her hard and deep, increasing the tempo of his thrusts and then slowing down. His jism-filled balls slapped wetly against her pussy and set off wild sensations in her entire body.
She still felt like she was being ripped apart by a hot poker, but she loved it. He fucked her savagely now, pumping his hips back and forth like a well-oiled machine.
She moaned from wild pleasure and not from pain. She loved having his dick in her ass-hole. He was right. It was even more erotic than having it in her pussy. And there was no fear of becoming pregnant!
She turned her head to see his face. His eyes were closed and his face was contorted with animal-passion. Seeing him like that excited her even more.
She thrashed her body around on the bed to meet his violent thrusts. He heaved his body gracefully as he filled her butt with his lust-stiffened meat. She didn't think it was possible, but she actually felt his cockhead deep inside her belly.
Ripples of sensuality and warmth she hadn't known existed flowed through her. She felt like she was being bathed in hot wax. No wonder some woman preferred ass-fucking! Once the initial pain was over, the pleasure was like no other she had ever experienced.
She felt him tense up and knew he would probably come soon. She was ready. She had a series of all-consuming orgasms and the prospect of having her ass-hole filled with male-cream made her weak with excitement.
They rocked together in a lewd embrace and Karen surrendered herself completely to his demands. She crashed through one orgasm after the other and they took her breath away with their intensity.
"Oh, you tight-assed cunt!" he hissed. "You're driving me crazy! Oooooooh, baby, what a fuck! Squeeze it like that! Oh, shit squeeze my cock with your sweet ass-hole!"
She twisted her hips in a frenzy and squeezed her ass-hole around his thrusting dick. One climax followed another and her breathing was ragged.
Then with a loud, hoarse growl, his balls exploded and jets of warm thick jism shot deep into her body with a mind-blowing glow. His cream seemed endless and she came too, floating through her space on waves of passion.
He gripped her lips more tightly and the pain was horrendous, but she hardly noticed it. She shrieked and her pussy throbbed as she responded to the intensity of the fucking.
Finally he stopped thrusting and lay on top of her back to catch his breath. He whispered obscenities in her ear and she laughed despite the indignity of it all.
Finally he let his cock slip out of her shitter and he lay down beside her, still breathing hard. "That wasn't too bad, was it?" he chuckled.
She turned onto her side to face, exhausted by the wild encounter. She touched his cheek and smiled, still relishing the incredible pleasure he had given her.
Suddenly he slapped her butt and climbed off the bed. She sat up and watched him climb into his clothes. "Do you want me to leave?" she said.
"It's like this, toots," he said, zipping his fly. "I don't relish having a jealous husband walk in here and start something. Get the picture?"
Karen yawned and giggled and rose up from her bed. She rubbed her butt and began dressing. "Will I see you again?" she said.
He glanced at her and grinned. "We'll see," he said. "We don't want to spoil you completely for your husband do we."
"I think I already am," she said. "I think I already am."
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day the company arranged a luncheon and fashion show for the wives. Karen knew she'd be bored and picked at her lunch of creamed chicken on toast.
Later, when the fashion show began, she glanced around the room and examined the faces and clothes of the other company wives. They looked like a dull group. Then a strikingly attractive woman caught her eye. She was sitting in the front of the room and the other wives seemed to be trying to make an impression on her.
Karen turned to the woman sitting next to her. "Who's that woman?" she whispered.
"Which woman?"
"The one in the front row. The gorgeous blonde who everyone's fawning over.
"You don't know?" the woman next to her smiled.
"If I did I wouldn't be asking you," Karen said.
"That's the wife of the boss."
"George Mason?"
"You've got it."
Karen stared at the sexy blonde. Amazing! George had failed to mention that his frigid wife was a stunner!
Karen tried to concentrate on the clothes, but she kept glancing at Stella Mason. What kind of woman was she really? George had made her sound so frumpy. She certainly didn't look like the motherly type.
When the fashion show was over, the coordinator gave them a pep talk. She told them how important it was for a woman to support her husband in his work and how she would benefit from it in the end by helping him make more money.
"We have here with us today the perfect example of a good company wife," she said. "I'd like to introduce a woman who not only supports her husband totally, but is raising four children too. Let me introduce Stella Mason, the wife of the company boss."
Karen applauded with the rest, but she trembled slightly when the blonde walked up to the rostrum. She slithered rather than walked, and exuded sex appeal. She gazed around the room and smiled at individual women with whom she was acquainted. Amazingly, Karen could have sworn she wore no bra. Her tits looked high and firm, but there was a trace of taut nipples straining against the front of her blouse.
After a moment Karen felt the woman's eyes on her.
"I see some new faces here today," Stella Mason said, nodding at Karen. "Those of you whom I haven't met, please stay after everyone else leaves so we can get acquainted."
Since she was gazing pointedly at Karen, Karen nodded and smiled shyly. And for some reason she didn't understand, her heart pounded wildly.
Stella Mason spoke for a few more minutes and then she left the stage to loud applause.
Several woman surrounded her, but Karen hung back and waited for the crowd to thin out.
It didn't take long. Stella Mason apparently didn't do anything she didn't want to do. Deftly and charmingly, she ushered the others out and walked over to where Karen was sitting. A warm and somewhat sexy smile played over her lips as she slithered through the crowd of woman leaving. Her huge blue eyes narrowed as she gazed at Karen's legs.
"I'm glad that bullshit's over with," she said, sitting in the chair next to Karen.
"I'm Karen Spelman," Karen smiled, extending her hand. "Ricky's wife. You don't have to stay with me more than a minute. I understand how boring this probably is for you." She was a little surprised at the coarseness of Stella Mason's language, but felt more at ease because of it.
"No, I want to spend some time with you," Stella said. "You're the only woman here who looks like she might be any fun."
She rested her hand on Karen's arm and they chatted about the clothes until the room was empty. "Let's get out of here and have a drink," Stella said. "If I have to look at creamed chicken again I'll puke."
Karen giggled. Stella looked so refined and yet she spoke in a down-to-earth manner that was totally refreshing.
"I'd love it," Karen said, getting to her feet.
They walked out of the room arm-in-arm. Stella's arm kept bumping Karen's tit. When they arrived at the elevator, Stella suggested that go to her suite and call room service.
"It's so much nicer and so cozy in a hotel room, don't you think?" she said.
Karen nodded happily. She was flattered to be singled out by this charming and beautiful woman. Stella's arm continued to press against her tit as they rose up in the elevator to the Mason's suite.
"Are you sure you don't want some time to yourself?" Karen said. "I know you must have so many demands on your time."
Stella squeezed her arm. "You're a darling to ask, but I really want to get to know you. George thinks Ricky has a wonderful future with the company so we'll be spending a lot of time together anyway."
They arrived at the suite and Stella called room service for a pitcher of martinis. When the liquor arrived, she tipped the bellboy generously and sat down on the sofa next to Karen.
"Cheers," she said, sipping her martini. "Mmmmmm, that's nice."
She kicked her shoes off and put her arm through Karen's. Karen felt her hand on the side of her boob and gulped half of her martini down. The closeness of the blonde made her dizzy. She'd never felt this way before and the feeling frightened her.
"Did George complain to you about me?" Stella said. She stroked Karen's thigh through her pantyhose.
"Why ... uh..."
"Don't be embarrassed," Stella giggled. "He complains about me to every pretty woman he meets. I'm used to it. You should hear the stories that get back to me."
Karen squirmed when she felt the other woman's hand slide up her skirt. Stella stroked her moist crotch right through her pantyhose.
"Why I believe you're nice and wet," Stella said with a smile.
Karen was speechless. Her lack of response seemed to encourage Stella because now she inched her fingers inside the waistband of Karen's pantyhose.
Karen gasped when she plunged her fingers into the excited gulch between her legs. She tried to speak, but nothing came out as Stella's fingers expertly parted her lust-puffed cunt lips.
Karen moaned with disappointment when the blonde pulled her fingers out and brought them to her lips. "Yummy," Stella said as she licked her fingers clean of Karen's cunt-juice. "You taste delicious."
Before Karen had a chance to answer, Stella closed one hand around her left tit. She captured Karen's nipple between her fingers and plunged her free hand back inside Karen's pantyhose.
"Don't you love it?" Stella smiled, her fingers toying with Karen's cunt-bush.
"Why ... I ... don't know," she murmured.
"It's a marvelous change from fucking with a man, don't you think?" the blonde continued, ignoring Karen's words. "Sometimes it's such a drag to have a cock drilling in and out of you." She sighed. "It's not that I don't appreciate George and the way he's hung. He's hung like a horse, you know. But sometimes it's so boring having that thing sticking me. What I really love is having my clit licked. For me that's where it's at." She giggled and wriggled her fingers around to Karen's asscrack. "And wouldn't you just know that I'd marry a guy with a big one?"
Suddenly she threw her arms around Karen's neck and kissed her. She explored her mouth with her tongue and locked her tits against Karen's.
Karen had never known a woman like Stella Mason before. It was obvious Stella enjoyed a healthy sex life and it was also obvious she enjoyed at least part of it with other women.-Still, Karen loved the feel of her tongue being sucked into Stella's mouth.
Her pussy was a flood of juice and tangled hairs. Stella's saliva tasted sweet and she automatically bit down on her tongue-tip. She sucked greedily and Stella murmured and moaned.
"Let's get into bed," Stella said, pulling her lips away from Karen's. "I can't wait anymore."
In a daze, Karen yielded to the older woman's demands and walked with her to the bedroom. They fell together onto the bed and in a moment Karen's skirt was bunched up around her waist and Stella's face was wedged between her trembling thighs.
The blonde pulled Karen's pantyhose off with one movement and pulled open her cunt-flaps with her thumbs. She attached her lips to
Karen's clit and sucked it into her mouth.
Karen's mind spun wildly as she lifted her ass off the bed and made her cunt totally accessible to the blonde's mouth. She shoved herself against Stella's lips and tugged at her hair with abandon.
Stella sucked her dry. She was everywhere at once, licking and sucking her clit and her ass-hole and wetting down her cunt-jungle. Flames of lust engulfed Karen and the vigorous sucking sent her soaring to the peak of ecstasy.
Stella forced her tongue all the way into Karen's cunthole and wiggled it around. She explored the walls of Karen's cunt-tunnel and used her fingers to strum Karen's clit.
She held the erect button between her lips and lashed it with her tongue. Karen's thighs trembled violently as a wildly intense climax raged through her. Never, never, had she ever been so thoroughly licked and sucked.
Now Stella held Karen's love button between two fingers. She continued whipping her tongue over the throbbing organ. The blonde spit a glob of saliva onto the top of Karen's slit and shoved her thumb into Karen's pussy-hole while she tongued it off.
Karen locked her legs around Stella's neck and shrieked with passion. She thrashed her head on the pillow and locked Stella's mouth against her snatch.
Her clothes were drenched with perspiration. Orgasm after orgasm raced through her and her blouse clung to her damp tits. Stella caught a few pussy-hairs between her teeth and pulled lightly. She scooped up a tongueful of Karen's cunt-juice and noisily swallowed it down.
By the time Stella lifted her face away from Karen's soggy cunt, every nerve-ending in Karen's body was alive and she slid her legs down from Stella's neck and smiled blissfully.
When she opened her eyes, Stella was licking the cunt-juice off her lips. She jumped to her feet and began stripping. It wasn't long before she was naked. Karen had been right. She wasn't wearing a bra. And she wore no panties either.
"Now you bring me off," Stella said and before Karen could protest she planted her ass directly over the younger woman's face.
Karen could hardly breath. Stella's beautiful ass covered her nose and mouth. Her ass-hole was directly over her lips and Karen pushed her ass forward slightly so she could breath.
She held Stella's hips and extended her tongue. She found the blonde's steaming cunt-hole. Stella leaned forward and forced her butt over Karen's mouth.
"Suck my bung!" she hissed.
Her heart beating wildly, Karen quickly found her shitter and lapped her tongue over the puckered hole. She heard Stella sigh and her excitement mounted.
"Stick it in!" Stella said.
Karen obeyed, forcing the tip of her tongue into the older woman's yielding shitter. Stella heaved a loud sigh and rocked around on Karen's face. She no longer had to give Karen instructions. The overheated brunette dug in and laved Stella's ass-hole in a frenzy.
She explored the deepest recesses of Stella's ass-hole with her tongue. When she could reach no further, she played with Stella's cunt while she fluttered her tongue up and down her asscrack.
She felt Stella's body stiffen as she moaned with lust. She bounced up and down on Karen's face and then she directed her cunt over Karen's mouth.
As automatically as if she'd done it a hundred times, Karen sucked hungrily on Stella's twat. The smell and taste seemed the most natural thing in the world and the feel of the other woman's delicate tissues was incredibly erotic.
After Stella came, she slid off Karen's face and collapsed on the bed. Karen was embarrassed at how enthusiastically she had sucked the woman off and she lay to the side of the bed and buried her face in the pillow.
For a few minutes all Karen could hear was the sound of the other woman's labored breathing. Then Stella leaned over her and stroked her cheek.
"Not sorry, are you?" she said.
"No."
"It occurred to me halfway through that maybe this was your first time." She lay down next to Karen and forced her hand under her body to caress her tits.
"It was," Karen said in a tiny voice.
"Too much," Stella laughed in a husky voice. "I thought everyone did it nowadays." She brushed her lips over Karen's hair and laughed again.
She lay one hand on Karen's ass and squeezed her velvet-skinned mounds of flesh. Slowly Karen turned over until she lay flat on her back with her knees drawn up and her cunt exposed.
"I never thought it would be like this,"
Karen whispered.
Stella gently stroked her cunt-muff. "What did you think it was like?"
Karen blushed and turned her head. "I don't know..."
"I'll bet you pictured two bull-dykes snorting around."
Karen giggled. "That's probably accurate."
"Well, now you know," Stella said, bending over and sucking one of Karen's tits into her mouth.
"That's nice," Karen said. Stella licked her stiffened nipple and wet down her boob with long slow strokes of her tongue.
"Are you game for more?" Stella said, shifting to Karen's other tit.
"Yes!" Karen sighed.
"I just love sucking tits!" Stella said.
"Be my guest," Karen giggled.
"Tell the truth, did you and George fuck yet?" Stella said.
Karen stiffened. "Well, how can I lie to you?"
"You can't," Stella said.
She gobbled Karen's tits and plunged two fingers into her cunthole. She used her thumb on Karen's clit and soon the brunette felt her body convulse in a climax.
"Did he tell you I was frigid?" Stella said after a while. "Oh, God!"
"No, tell me the truth. That's what he tells almost everyone." She giggled. "Some frigidity, huh? I come like a bunny and he calls that cold. The trouble is George is a typical man. He thinks because his cock is big he doesn't need to do anything else." She sighed and sucked a mouthful of Karen's tit into her mouth. "The thing is George is convinced that if I don't come while he's fucking me that means I'm frigid. Isn't that silly? I come like crazy when he sucks me off and when I masturbate. Does that sound like a frigid woman?"
"Uh uh," Karen mumbled. She had no intention of becoming involved in the couple's dispute. All she really cared about right now was the wonderful feeling in her pussy.
Stella suddenly realized she'd lost her audience. "You don't give a damn, do you?" she smiled.
Karen blushed. "It isn't that ... . "
"Listen, I understand. You just want me to bring you off and forget the conversation. I don't blame you. And I'll do that real soon. Only one thing. I have an idea that will prove to George once and for all that I'm not frigid. But I need your help. Will you help me?"
"Sure, I'll do whatever you want," Karen murmured. She was hungry for one more orgasm and she'd promise the older woman anything to get it.
"Well, this is my plan," Stella began. "And it'll be fun too. I promise you that. It'll be a barrel of fun."
CHAPTER SIX
An hour later Karen huddled on the bed under a blanket. Stella crouched between her legs, completely covered by the sheet. She licked Karen's cunt while they waited for George to arrive in the suite.
Stella's plan was for George to walk in on them while they were balling. They would pretend to be upset, but then would persuade him to join them.
Karen thought it was the craziest idea she'd ever heard, but went along with it. She liked Stella so much and trusted her judgment that she would have agreed to almost anything.
Now Stella fluttered her tongue over Karen's clit. Karen heard the sound of a key turning in the door and Stella stopped sucking. She threw the blanket to the side and wiggled her ass as she once again buried her face against Karen's twat.
When George walked into the room, Karen saw the expression on his face. He didn't look shocked or angry or anything. He looked excited. Stella turned her head and pretended surprise. She climbed off the bed and ran into his arms. Her naked tits bounced lewdly as she threw herself against him.
"I see you two have become acquainted," George said. His gaze wasn't on Stella, however. He stared with hot eyes at Karen's massive boobs. He turned back to his wife. "Is that Karen's gash I tasted on your lips?"
Stella giggled and yanked his arm. "Come on, honey. As long as you're here why don't you join us?" She winked at Karen and sprawled out on the bed, her legs obscenely spread.
George sat down next to Karen and wrapped his fingers around one of her tits. "Fix me a drink, hon," he said to Stella. "Scotch. Neat."
Stella ran to the portable bar and poured him a scotch. When she returned to the bed, George's fly was open and Karen was fondling his cock.
George leaned over and sucked one of Karen's tits into his mouth. "Now isn't this a tasty dish to set before the king," he said. He gazed at Stella quizzically. "Frankly, my dear, I didn't think you were that interested in sex. And now I find you with another woman. Will wonders never cease?"
"George, darling," Stella trilled. "I've been trying to tell you. You don't really know me."
"So you have, so you have," he murmured, swirling his hot tongue over Karen's jugs.
Suddenly Karen had a violent urge to have George's cock in her mouth. Bending over, she sucked his entire half-limp prick into her mouth. When his cockhead nudged the back of her throat, she released him and lapped her tongue over his ball-bag.
She nibbled the loose skin on his cockshaft while Stella pulled his pants and shorts off. The blonde climbed around on the bed and kissed George on the lips while Karen kissed and licked his cock.
At one point someone shoved the scotch in Karen's hand and she drank down a huge gulp. It warmed her and turned her on completely. No longer nervous about the three-way fuck, she became hornier than ever.
Karen's cunt was wet with Stella's saliva and her own pussy-juice. She slid her lips up and down George's fuck pole and felt him harden and throb in her mouth. She loved to feel his huge tool grow between her lips. Maybe he would give her a load in her mouth?
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Stella return to the bar and refill the glass. They all took turns drinking and George climbed on top of Karen's chest and began fucking her tits.
Each time he moved forward, his prick-head grazed her lips. She extended her tongue and swiped it over his huge piss-slit. She felt the jism boiling up in his balls and heard him groan.
She held his ass and waited for the explosion she knew would come. She didn't wait long. In a moment he plunged his prick through her cleavage and stuffed it into her mouth. It exploded then and jets of thick hot spunk cascaded into her throat.
Karen sucked gluttonously and took every gummy drop. The combination of Stella watching and the booze made her lose all inhibitions and she sucked him dry.
George collapsed on the bed on his back and Stella pulled his shirt off. She glanced at Karen with a strange expression in her eyes.
"You brought him off before he fucked me," she said, a frown crossing her pretty face. "Now my plan's ruined."
"I couldn't help it," Karen said.
Stella scrambled around and hovered between Karen's legs. "You can make up for it," she said, her face twisted with passion as she stared at Karen's jism-soaked pussy-thicket.
Moving like a jungle animal, her tits swaying heavily, she buried her face between Karen's legs and sucked up George's jism.
"Jesus Christ!" George hissed as his wife's tongue explored Karen's gulch.
Karen saw his cock swell immediately as he watched Stella devour her pussy. She wrapped her legs around Stella's neck and forced Stella's lips more firmly against her steaming slit.
Karen tensed and untensed her thighs as Stella licked her pussy clean of spunk and cunt-juice. She pushed the tip of her dainty tongue inside Karen's churning gash and Karen started coming.
When Karen opened her eyes, she saw George beating himself off. His fingers raced up and down his huge up-thrust prick.
"He's hard again!" she hissed at Stella.
George climbed to his knees and knelt behind Stella's ass. Stella continued devouring Karen's pussy while George parted her creamy-skinned ass-cheeks and rubbed his prick up and down her ass crease.
Karen gasped when he dropped down and began licking his tongue up and down the blonde's asscrack. What kind of people are the Masons? she thought. This is crazy!
Stella fell forward and moaned. She sucked Karen's erect clit between her teeth and caressed it with her tongue. George returned his prick to Stella's asscrack and Karen stared with fascination as he positioned it over her ass-hole.
Stella's tongue was lodged in Karen's cunt-hole while she waited for her husband to continue. Karen watched as he held the firm mounds of the blonde's butt open and shot his hips forward. Stella's ass-hole must have been ready because he hit pay-dirt on the first try.
George's face took on a fierce expression as he plunged his prick deep inside his wife's shitter. Stella began tongue-fucking Karen's pussy, her body pitching forward with George's thrusts.
Stella shrieked when George reached over with one hand and stroked her clit. At that point she stopped tonguing Karen's cunt and rested her face between Karen's thighs.
Karen slid back and moved around on the bed. She knelt beside the couple and brought her face close to George's cockshaft. She dabbed her tongue over his rod when he pulled it out of Stella's shitter. The taste of Stella's ass-hole was weird, but exciting. George shuddered at the touch of Karen's warm wet tongue on his prick-root.
He lunged forward one last time and his balls exploded. Stella shrieked and her body trembled as she came with him. Karen watched as George's huge prick streaked in and out of Stella's widely-stretched bung. She masturbated while she stroked George's ass.
When George slipped to the side of the bed, Karen couldn't resist taking his place between Stella's legs and ramming her tongue into the blonde's pussy-hole.
She slipped a finger into Stella's ass-hole and churned it around. Stella shrieked hoarsely as she came again. Finally they all collapsed on the bed and rested.
Later that night in their room, Ricky talked about the Masons.
"I'm real glad you got friendly with Stella," he said.
The couple stepped into the hot shower and let the spray wash over them.
"I hope it'll help you, honey," she said. "But I really like her."
They stood under the steaming jets for a few moments, their arms around each other. Karen was deep in thought. She wondered what Ricky would say if he knew just how friendly she'd become with Stella Mason. And with George.
Ricky picked up a bar of soap and began rubbing it over Karen's back. "Are you in the mood?" he said with a tiny smile.
"Always, darling," she said, turning around and leaning against the shower wall as he lathered up her back. She was rather tired, but had no intention of refusing Ricky if he was in the mood. It happened so seldom. And besides. She knew she'd wake up the minute she had his prick in her pussy. Or hand or mouth, she giggled to herself.
Now Ricky knelt down and ran the soap over her ass and thighs. She spread her legs and swayed her hips, encouraging him to play with her pussy.
"Why don't you stick your finger in my ass?" she said.
"What an idea," he said, soaping her belly and rising to his feet. "Where did you hear an idea like that?"
He handed her the soap and she lathered up her cunt. She slipped her fingers inside her gash and kissed him briefly on the lips. "Oh, I just thought it might be fun," she said.
"Soap me up," he said. "And forget all that nonsense."
A tiny shiver of disappointment raced through her. Why couldn't Ricky be more like George? He was younger and better-looking. But he was so unadventurous. If only George could teach him about fucking. But George was a businessman and Ricky's boss. And she knew it was useless to hope.
Now she soaped Ricky's back and shoulders and arms. Dropping to her knees on the tile floor, she soaped his balls and began pumping his prick. Using the soap as a lubricant, she slid her fingers from the tip of his dick to the root.
"Feel good?" she said.
"Hmmmm, yeah," he said.
"What's the matter?"
"I was just thinking about one of the speakers at today's seminar," he said.
"Oh, shit!" Karen muttered, rising to her feet and letting his prick dangle back and forth between his legs.
"Hey, why'd you stop?" he said.
She quickly rinsed the soap off her body and climbed out of the shower. "Forget it," she said as he followed her.
They dried off without speaking. One thing she'd always enjoyed was showering with Ricky. In the early days of their marriage it had always turned him on. Lately nothing did. All he cared about was his damn job.
She climbed into bed, luxuriating in the feel of the clean sheets. Remembering how George had fucked her tits that afternoon, she turned to Ricky when he lay down next to her.
"How'd you like to try something different?" she said.
"If it'll make you happy, hon."
"Come here," she said, placing her hands on her tits and pushing them together.
Protesting mildly, he climbed on top of her and let her form a pocket around his dick. He leaned forward and pushed his prick inside her cleavage.
She flicked her tongue out and lapped it over his piss-slit. He chuckled and groaned as she blew her warm breath over his fuck-stick.
"This is nutty," he said.
"I love it," she said.
She squeezed her tits against his prick and felt his balls on her belly. She opened her jaws and sucked his cockhead into her mouth. He stopped moving as she swirled her tongue over the flared rim under his knob. He moved forward and stopped fucking her tits, concentrating on sliding his dick in and out of her lips.
She liked the forcefulness of his strokes, but he was moving too fast. She knew if he continued this way he would come in her mouth and then go to sleep.
"Mmmmmmmm..." she mumbled.
"Suck!" he grunted.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she said.
"I'm coming!"
"No!" With a strength that surprised even her, she threw him off her body and scrambled around until they were in the sixty-nine position.
She lowered her cunt to his lips and sucked his prick back inside her mouth. He sucked without much enthusiasm. "I love sucking your big cock into my mouth!" she hissed. She thought maybe if she talked dirty it would turn him on. "My cunt is so hot, honey. I'm going to milk your balls dry and suck every drop of come out of them."
He said nothing, but continued stabbing his tongue over her slit at intervals. She sighed to herself and cradled his balls with one hand. She used her fingers on his shaft and suctioned his cockhead into her mouth.
He responded to her sucking. He leaned his cheeek against her gaping snatch and groaned. She stroked his ass and licked his cock-bush, hoping he'd become so excited he'd eat her too. It didn't happen that way.
She plunged her lips back down his shaft and took him all the way into her throat. His body trembled and she pulled back just in time. She gently kissed his taut-skinned cockhead and wrapped her fingers around his cockroot. She felt the heat of his fuck pole against her lips.
Still holding his cockroot between her fingers, she snaked her tongue out and let it trail wetly over his knob. She forced a few drops of jism out of his slit and gathered it on her tongue. She loved the taste of him and felt her cunt heat up again.
Unable to resist having his prick in her mouth, she plunged down and clamped her lips around his cockshaft. One hand still clutched his balls and she felt them churn with excitement. She released his prick and used her lips to massage and rub and fondle his fuck-stick. She raced her tongue up and down his shaft and ran her wet lips from his cockhead to his prick-root.
"Take it into your throat," he muttered.
"If you promise not to come."
"I'll try."
She sucked his prick into her throat and felt it grow hotter and stiffer. She pulled back and then pushed forward, taking his prick-knob into her velvety throat.
He pumped his hips and thrust his dick inside her lips. She almost choked and knew if he kept it up he would blast off in her mouth.
"Suck it, hon!" he rasped. "Don't stop now, baby! I'm going to give you a come-bath!"
She released him and rolled onto her side.
"Not yet," she gasped. "If you come now you won't fuck me."
"What in the world do you want?" he said.
Totally exasperated, Karen lay down on her back and spread her legs.
"This is what I want from you!" she cried. She spread her cunt open and rubbed her throbbing clit. "I want you to make me see stars!"
She frantically rubbed her slit, writhing her ass on the bed as her belly rose and fell. She drilled two fingers into her pussy-hole and turned to Ricky.
"Is it too much to ask?" she said coldly.
He shook his head slowly and lay down next to her. He pulled the blanket up to his chin and sighed. "Sometimes I don't understand you," he said.
"I'm horny!" she shrieked.
"I was ready to give you a load," he said.
"That's nice, but I need more than that."
"Jesus, Karen, maybe you ought to talk to some of the other wives here. I think you've got the wrong idea of what marriage is all about."
"Oh, fuck!"
Pulling the blanket off his body, she fell onto her knees between his legs and began sucking him off. She licked his cockhead and ran her tongue down his shaft to his balls. She sucked his entire ball-bag into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and she felt the thick hair coating his balls float around her hot wet cave.
She released his nuts and sucked his prick-knob into her mouth. She took him in balls-deep and he came, pouring a load of thick jism down her throat.
She swallowed it down and used one hand to bring herself off. Damn him anyway! she thought. Why isn't he more like George Mason?
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning Karen ran into Ron Morton in the lobby. At first she treated him coldly, remembering how he'd tricked her. Then she shrugged and decided she was being silly. He may have tricked her, but he also knew how to fuck. And after the debacle with Ricky, she was ready for a cocksman.
"Come to my suite after lunch," he said. "I've got some new things in the line.
"I know all about you and your line."
He chuckled. "I didn't short-change you, did I?"
"No, you didn't."
They chatted for a few more minutes and than a younger man came by and told Ron he was needed elsewhere. "If you decide to come by, buzz me," Ron said. "Same suite. Same number. New kicks."
He shot her a wide smile and left with his coworker. Karen spent the rest of the morning shopping for souvenirs in the many lobby shops. At about eleven she returned to the room to change clothes.
After the unsatisfactory session with Ricky the evening before, her pussy was starving for attention. When she was naked, she climbed onto the bed and began masturbating.
Thrusting two fingers into her pussy, she gazed at the ceiling. She thought about Ron Morton and wondered what he meant by new kicks. The salesman with him was good-looking and he'd stared at her tits and ass blatantly. She ground the palm of her hand over her gash while she fantasized how it would feel to be in bed with both of them at the same time.
A mischievous grin spread over her face. Did she dare? She didn't know what Ron had in mind, but she had an idea he might have meant a threesome.
She remembered the forcefulness of Ron's thrusts when he'd speared his dick in and out of her gash. She remembered how he'd sucked her tits and probed her ass-hole.
Soon they'd be leaving for home. There wouldn't be' another convention until next year. She wouldn't have that many opportunities at home to swing. Why not take advantage of it now?
Swinging her legs to the side of the bed, she reached for the telephone. Her tits swayed from side to side and she noticed how puckered her nipples had become. Just from my little old fingers, she thought as she rummaged around in her purse in search of Ron's phone number.
When she found the card with his number scribbled on it, she dialed the phone and felt her heart pound as she waited for him to answer it.
Ron picked it up on the first ring. "I can make it," she purred.
"Great," he said, dropping his voice and shouting at someone in the suite. "Hey, listen, be here in an hour, huh? I'll have the guys out of here by then."
She didn't answer for a moment. "Okay, an hour."
"You okay?" he said. "I'm fine."
"I thought you sounded funny."
"No, I'm fine."
He paused a moment. "Say, how about if I keep a few of the boys here. You know, for a little party."
Karen held her breath. Her voice quavered when she finally spoke. "Yes, that might be fun," she said. "Yes, I'd like that."
When she put the receiver down, she danced around the room with excitement. Maybe Ricky was a dud as a lover, but life was full of other options.
Her mouth became dry when she thought about having a group of men undressing her. She went to the bathroom and poured a glass of cold water into a glass. Damn, why didn't they keep a few bottles of booze around!
She imagined what it would feel like to have Ron's lips glued to her tits while one of his friends thrust his prick between her legs. She rubbed her hot cunt and slid her finger up and down the wet slit.
Wanting to look and smell her best, she took a quick shower and rubbed lotion all over her body. She liked to be silky-soft and totally free from hair so she shaved her legs and under her arms until they were baby soft.
Then she dabbed perfume over her cunt-bush and between her upper thighs. A few drops inside her cleavage and she began making up her face. She rummaged around the closet looking for a sexy outfit. She had brought clothes suitable for business dinners. Now she was sorry she had left behind several sexy tight dresses and sweaters. Everything she had in the closet looked so conservative.
She finally made a choice. She picked out a tight black skirt and a silk blouse. She left the top button on the blouse open and a touch of cleavage showed. It looked just right. Lady-like, but sexy.
She pulled a pair of sheer black stocking over her legs. Thank God she was a woman who still liked wearing a garter belt and stockings once in a while. She knew men loved the look. Even Ricky hated pantyhose.
Her pussy throbbed as she surveyed her image in the mirror. She looked pretty. There was no doubt that she was a good-looking, sexy woman.
Another dab of perfume over the swelling of her tits, and she left the room to keep her date with Ron. The elevator swallowed her up and in less than a minute she arrived on Ron's floor. Her heart pounded as she hesitated a moment and then knocked on the door to his suite.
Her pussy quivered when she heard the sound of voices inside the room. Ron opened the door and stood in the doorway, a big grin splitting his face.
"You're a dream," he said, his eyes darting from the slope of her exposed boobs to her nylon-covered legs.
He stepped aside and she walked into the suite. Three men stood leering at her, one of them the salesman who had talked to Ron this morning.
She felt their eyes on her ass as she walked into the living room of the suite. She heard one of them snicker and Ron moved to the portable bar and poured them all drinks. When he handed the drinks out, he stopped in front of Karen and kissed her on the lips.
"You're a dish," he said. "Not many woman would take on all of us."
That was when it suddenly hit Karen. There were four of them, including Ron. That was more than she'd bargained for. "Well, maybe one or two of them ought to leave," she said.
He crushed his lips against hers and she felt his chest on her tits.
"Hey, baby, you can't do that to the guys," he whispered. "They're all so damn excited, they're creaming their jeans."
"But that means four of you and only one of me," she hissed.
"You can do it, baby," he coaxed huskily, exploring her lips with the tip of his tongue.
She melted against him. "Okay," she said, her legs shaking. "But no rough stuff. Promise?"
He dropped his hands to her ass and squeezed her lush cheeks. "Only good hard fucking," he said, snaking his fingers into her asscrack.
He pulled her against him and ground his crotch against her pussy. She felt the hard lump between his legs and wrapped her free arm around his neck as they french-kissed.
When they finally broke apart, the three men leered at her and Ron introduced them. "Meet Bill, Jack and Mike," he said.
"Hello guys," she said, glancing from one to the other and wondering how big their cocks were. "I'll never be able to keep you all straight."
They grinned. "Don't sweat it," one of them said. "With a pair of knockers like yours, you can call me anything."
The ice broken, Ron refilled their glasses and one of the others pulled Karen into his arms. She closed her eyes and let him kiss her. Once again she felt a lump between his legs and she sighed. Soon all this male-meat would be hers. Hers to do with as she pleased. Oh, bliss!
"I think I feel a hard-on here," she giggled, rubbing her hand over Mike's fly.
He trembled and plunged his tongue into her mouth. "Oh, baby," he murmured. He held her so tightly her tits burned into his chest.
Suddenly all four men stripped their pants and shorts off. They stood in a row, their cocks half-hard and swaying from side to side. Karen stifled an excited giggle.
"For me?" she smiled.
They chuckled and she dropped to her knees in front of the first one, the one named Bill. She held his hips and sucked his cockhead into her mouth. She held it there briefly before moving on to the next man.
"Why don't you sit down on the sofa and get comfortable," she said. . She rose to her feet and took another gulp of her drink as they trooped over to the sofa and sat down. She quickly followed them and crouched on the floor in front of the first one.
She unbuttoned another button on her blouse and exposed more of her cleavage. Then bending over, she went down the line, sucking briefly on their pricks.
When she came to Mike, he reached over and grabbed her boobs. His fingers shook as he squeezed her tits through her clothes. Suddenly she felt hands on her blouse and in a moment someone dragged the garment off her arms. Another set of hands pulled her bra off and she felt strong hands clutching her naked tits.
They sat down again and she continued going from one to the other, sucking briefly on their cocks and caressing their balls. She was still dressed from the waist down, but she wiggled her ass and felt their eyes on her as she went from one to the other.
After a while Ray pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her ass on his up-thrust prick.
"Lick her tits," one of the others smirked.
Ray snickered and lowered his face to her boobs. He swirled his hot tongue over her tits while Ron lifted her legs to the sofa and placed them on his lap.
He moved her foot over his cock. She thrilled at the feel of one pair of lips on her tits and a dick rubbing her foot. Jack reached over and grabbed her free tit and Bill shoved his hand up her skirt.
Karen loved it all. She closed her eyes and relished the feel of all those hands on her flesh. She felt fingers on her nylon-covered cunt and on her inner thighs. One pair of strong hands squeezed one tit and Ray's lips and tongue devoured the other.
Someone lifted her off of Ray's lap and positioned her on the floor at their feet. Once again she went from one to the other, sucking their cocks and caressing their balls.
She felt like a child in a candy store. She realized suddenly that this had been one of her fantasies for years. Four cocks to do with as she pleased. Four cocks to suck and lick and fuck. When one became tired, there would always be another. How heavenly it was! What a lucky day in her life!
One of the men rose up and crouched behind her. He stripped the rest of her clothes off and she continued moving back and forth down the line, eagerly licking and sucking their pricks. Her long dark hair swirled over her shoulders and she left lipstick traces on their fuck poles as she moved from one to the other.
"Let's have a good look at that stuff," one of them hissed.
Karen slowly got to her feet and strutted around the room, showing off her body. She felt totally at ease. She felt proud of her big round tits and firm full ass. She lewdly shook her ass in their faces and ran her long crimson fingernails through her cunt-muff. She shook her shoulders and watched their expressions as her tits bounced around.
She sank to her knees and leaned forward, deliberately shaking her boobs as she crawled back to the sofa. Moving between their legs, she lapped her tongue over all four cockheads. When she came to Ron, she opened her jaws wide and pressed her moist lips against his dick-knob.
"Give the mushroom a suck," he snickered.
She suctioned his cockhead into her mouth and then abruptly released it. "Now Mike," she purred, moving to Mike and kissing the tip of his dick.
She held his balls in both hands and combed his ball-hair with her fingernails. She lashed her tongue over his piss-slit and licked up the jism oozing out in a steady stream.
"Now me," one of the others growled, pulling her along down the line.
"I'll get to everybody," she giggled, licking the man's tool with her talented tongue.
She polished his cockhead with saliva and licked it off with tiny, teasing strokes of her tongue. She opened her lips wide and took his entire prick into her mouth. She heard him suck in his breath softly. Then he tangled his fingers in her hair.
Her excitement mounted as all four pricks became rigid with lust. She moved her hands to the two men sitting beside Jack. She sucked Jack's balls into her mouth while she stroked both pricks.
Ron pulled her back and forced her lips over his dick. "Let's have a little of that action over here," he said.
Karen didn't much care whose cock she sucked. If she closed her eyes she didn't know what cock belonged to which man and she didn't give a damn. She wasn't looking for love. She wanted cock.
Gently holding Ron's thick cockshaft in one hand, she ran her lips over the flared rim under his cockhead. She concentrated on the sensitive underside of his prick and explored his tiny pisser.
Ron held her head in a tight grip and thrust his hips forward, almost off the sofa. He forced his entire cock into her mouth and she stopped breathing when his cock-knob lodged in the back of her throat.
She breathed rapidly as she began bobbing her head. She wanted him to blast off in her mouth. She wanted his jism filling her mouth and cascading down her throat.
He twisted his strong fingers in her hair and directed her lips and tongue on his meat. She felt someone behind her on the floor. Soon there were eager hands squeezing her ass and more fingers exploring the hot swamp between her legs.
She no longer moved her lips back and forth. Her movements were directed by the men. She was lifted off the floor and someone was inserting fingers into her cunthole.
At one point Ron pulled his prick out of her mouth and substituted his entire ball-bag. He had huge balls and they were filled with spunk. At the same time the finger-fucking in her pussy was pushing her over the edge.
She felt an orgasm begin to rage through her. Then the fingers streaking in and out of her gash stopped and she felt a tongue plunge into her snatch.
She sucked hungrily on Ron's dick while she climaxed. More fingers penetrated her pussy and now two or three drilled into her ass-hole. Someone held her ass-cheeks apart and someone else brutally shoved something foreign into her shitter.
She felt a moment of fear, but then the object was removed and she felt a tongue swirling around her butt-hole. She fell forward and clamped her lips over Ron's cock-root, bringing him off.
He directed his load over her face and lips. At the same time a tongue was sliding deliciously in and out of her bung. When he was finished, Ron moved to the side and one of the others took his place on the sofa. She automatically opened her mouth and sucked in a fresh, stiff cock and began sliding her lips from cockhead to root.
Now the tongue slipped out of her ass-hole and a prick was rammed deep inside her gash. Fingers were inserted in her ass-hole and she sucked gluttonously on the prick in her mouth.
Her entire body was alive with sensations. She moaned and thrashed like a bitch in heat. She babbled incessantly and when the next man shot off in her mouth she yelled for more.
She wiggled her ass at the thrusting prick in her cunt. She felt lips and teeth on her tits and the cock in her cunt moved to her ass-hole. A gigantic orgasm raged through her as the prick moved from her pussy to her ass-hole and back again.
Now another cock slipped into her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw two up-thrust pricks. She held them in both hands and went back and forth between them, licking the sex-lollipops.
Her greedy mouth went from one to the other. The man fucking her in the ass-hole suddenly roared and came inside her and she bit down hard on the prick in her mouth.
Come splashed into her mouth. It slid out of the corners of her lips and she eagerly licked it up with long swipes of her tongue. "Don't want to waste any," she said. "More! Give me more!"
"This is some horny bitch," one of them chuckled.
"Yeah," Ron said. "Too bad she's leaving town soon."
CHAPTER EIGHT
One day, as the convention was drawing to a close, Stella telephoned Karen and told her to come to their suite. "I've got a lovely surprise for you," Stella said in her throaty voice.
"I'm in the middle of packing," Karen said. "Can't it wait?"
"It cannot," Stella said firmly. "Be here in the next fifteen minutes." She slammed the phone down before Karen could reply.
Karen felt annoyed, but she pushed the suitcases back onto the floor and began dressing. Stella was the wife of the boss and she couldn't afford to antagonize her.
She hoped Stella wasn't expecting another session with her. She enjoyed the kinkiness of female love, but had no intention of making a habit of it. There was nothing to take the place of a good stiff prick. She thought about her wild afternoon with Ron and his friends. No woman's tongue could do what those guys had done with their cocks.
When Karen walked into the Mason suite, she saw at once what the surprise was. Larry Jordan was sitting on the sofa. He grinned shyly as Karen walked into the room and Stella giggled as she handed Karen a drink.
"I understand you two have met," she said.
"Yes, we have," Karen smiled, sitting next to the teenager on the sofa.
"Larry tells me he's never made it with two women before," Stella said.
"So that's the surprise," Karen said, her eyes widening with excitement.
She gazed at Larry's crotch. The bulge between his legs throbbed and pushed against the material of his pants. He tried to cover it with his hands, but grinned sheepishly when both women laughed.
Karen's mouth felt dry with desire. "Don't try and cover yourself up," she said. "You've got nothing to hide."
Stella sat down on a lounge chair, a martini in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "Go ahead, you two," she said. "Start. I'd like to watch you for a while."
Larry turned to Karen and Karen nodded. "We better do what the lady says. She's married to the boss."
Stella chuckled and Karen placed her hand on Larry's thigh. The boy shifted around on the cushion and Karen felt the lump between his legs throb. She tugged his zipper down and moved her hand inside his pants. When her fingers reached his fuck pole, the teenager grunted.
"Is it nice and hard?" Stella said, inhaling her cigarette.
"Yes, it's getting there," Karen said. She felt his fuck-stick jerk in her hand and she turned to Stella. "I think I'll suck it a little."
"Great!" Stella said.
"It's okay with me," Larry chuckled.
Karen giggled as she pulled his prick out of his fly and bent over to gaze at it. It was only half-hard, but she knew that for all his bravado the boy was nervous.
She squeezed the tip of his dick and watched the drop of spunk gush out. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. "Let's get your pants out of the way," she said.
"Lick the tip first," Stella said.
Karen bent over and ran her tongue tip over his piss-slit.
"Good?" Stella said.
"Delicious," Karen said.
"Isn't jailbait divine?" Stella said.
Larry raised his ass off the sofa cushion. "I'm all for it," he snickered. "What's jailbait?"
Both women giggled and Karen unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees. She pulled them off his feet and kissed his ball-bag.
"You're jailbait," she said. "Under twenty-one."
She brought his legs up onto the sofa and crouched between them. She began jerking him off, squeezing his cock root and running her fingers up and down his shaft. She moved just his cock skin and smeared his spunk over his cockhead.
"Do it faster, huh?" Larry muttered.
"Like this?" Karen teased, racing her hand up and down his fuck-stalk.
"Naw, that's too fast," he said.
Karen leaned over and let her dark hair spill over his thighs. She kissed his balls and the tip of his prick, finally sucking his cockhead into her mouth.
"Like this?" she said.
"Yeah, that's nice."
She sucked his balls while she jerked him off. She nibbled the hair coating his nuts and the teenage boy worked his hips up and down.
"You two are making me very hot," Stella said.
Karen paused as she lapped her tongue wetly over Larry's up-thrust prick. "Do you want to get in on it?"
"Not yet, my love," Stella said, sipping her martini. "I like getting all steamed up first."
Karen's breathing became more rapid. She stroked his cock and lapped her tongue over his balls. At intervals she took his prick-knob into her mouth and darted her tongue over his tiny slit. She was just as glad that Stella only wanted to watch. She liked having the boy to herself.
"Hey, Mrs. Spelman!" Larry groaned. "I think I'm gonna shoot off in your mouth!"
"Should I let him?" Karen said to Stella. "Yes, we'll get it up again," Stella said.
Karen bobbed her head up and down as she took his fuck-stick deep into her mouth. Her pretty lips slid up and down his rigid shaft, her tongue darting down to the base.
She held her fingers around his stalk and sucked on his knob. She wanted his load in her mouth. Young spunk tasted so sweet and innocent.
"Yeah, I'm almost there!" the boy hissed.
"Run your tongue around the head of his dick," Stella said.
"Squeeze it!" Larry said.
Karen took his prick deep into her throat and sucked hard. She pumped faster, spurred on by the promise of his sweet jism surging into her throat.
Larry pumped his hips wildly. He rammed his cock into her mouth with jerky thrusts. His balls jiggled around as he pounded his prick deep into her throat.
"I'm ... almost ... there!" he muttered through clenched teeth.
"Yeah, baby!" Stella hissed. .
Karen's tongue fluttered wildly over his throbbing cockhead. She pumped his dickshaft with a firm touch and sucked the jism out of his piss-slit.
Larry grunted hoarsely and forced his cock into her throat. "Here it comes!" he croaked. "Uggggghhhhhhhh! Suck it! Suck it!"
The first jet of his spunk slid over Karen's tongue. She held his shaft in her fist and pumped frantically while the rest of his load jetted out of his dick-head. She felt his entire body tense as he filled her eager mouth with his fuck-oil.
"Suck it good!" Stella chanted. "Get it all out! Take it all the way into your throat, honey! Suck his dick into your throat!"
Karen gulped the teenager's spunk hungrily. She swallowed and gulped, anxious not to lose a drop of his precious sex-fluid. She squeezed his fuck pole with one hand and sucked on his cockhead until his balls were drained. At the end, Larry sighed and shivered and then lay still.
Karen glanced at Stella. Stella's skirt was up to her waist and she was slowly rubbing her blonde-bushed cunt. "Nice blow-job," she said.
"Thanks," Karen said, wiping a few drops of jism off her chin.
"Does he taste good?"
"Delicious," she said. She squeezed Larry's limp shaft one more time.
Stella rose up and began peeling her clothes off. Larry grinned as he watched. "You're going to eat my pussy now," she said. "Then when your cock is hard again, you're going to fuck both of us."
Karen stripped her clothes off and followed Stella and Larry into the bedroom. She lay down on her side at the edge of the big bed and watched Stella move around the room. The blonde's big tits swayed seductively as she moved and Larry's eyes were glued to them as he sank down onto the bed.
After she'd finished undressing, Stella climbed onto the bed. Her big nipples were pointy with excitement and darkened at the tips. She cupped her boobs in her hands and pointed them in Larry's direction.
"All for you darling boy," she said.
She stretched out on her back and motioned to the teen. "Get over here and suck my cunt," she said.
Larry snickered and climbed between her legs. He opened his jaws wide and grinned sheepishly at Karen before fastening his lips to Stella's cunt-mound.
He flicked his tongue up and down her gaping slit while Stella toyed with her tits and chatted with Karen. "He's got a good touch," she said. "Oooh, honey, that's nice, right there. Yes, there, on my clit. Lick it there."
Squeezing her nipples, Stella wrapped her legs lewdly around the boy's neck and ground her snatch against his lips. He lapped his tongue from her clit to her ass-hole and Karen fingered her own cunt as she watched.
"Squeeze my ass," Stella said. "I like my ass squeezed when I get eaten."
Larry wedged his hands Under her ass and cupped her ass-cheeks. She rocked back and forth, pushing her pussy more forcefully at his mouth. He licked her gash with abandon and Karen finger-fucked her cunt while she watched.
"Good cuntsucking," Stella sighed.
Karen watched with fascination as the boy worked his tongue up and down and from side to side on Stella's slit. He sucked her puffy cunt lips into his mouth and released them wet with his saliva. He raised her ass up off the bed and clamped his lips down over her clit.
Stella pumped her hips erratically as she became more and more aroused. Karen was no longer able to resist joining in. She knelt behind Larry and brought her mouth down to his dick.
"He's getting hard again," she said to Stella.
"And you're just the girl to get to it first," Stella said.
Wedging her head between his legs, Karen sucked the boy's cock into her mouth. She took his cock all the way into her mouth while he continued sucking Stella's pussy. Suddenly Stella sat up and pushed Larry down on his back.
"Fuck him while he sucks me," she said, straddling the boy's chest and pushing her cunt against his mouth.
Karen saw that this left Larry's cock free and she quickly mounted him. She guided his prick into her cunthole and began bouncing up and down with wild abandon.
Soon all three panted with excitement. Karen took his dick deep into her snatch. Stella faced her and in unison the two women reached for each other's tits.
They fondled each other and giggled, pulling at each other's nipples. Larry thrust his hips up to meet Karen's pussy while he plunged his tongue into Stella's gash.
"Isn't this incredible?" Stella said hoarsely. "Isn't this too fucking much?"
"I love it!" Karen squealed.
"His tongue feels so damn good on my cunt!"
"You ought to feel his cock in your pussy."
"Save some for me," Stella said. "But his tongue is driving me right up the wall!"
"Stick your finger in her ass-hole," Karen said.
"Great idea," Stella said. "Do it, Larry."
Karen watched as Larry moved his hands behind Stella and drilled a finger into her bung. Stella shrieked. "It's great!"
His face almost invisible under Stella's snatch, the teenage boy slurped and licked her pink and white flesh, causing Stella to cry out and tremble violently.
Karen kept sliding her hot cunt up and down on his up-thrust prick. She moaned with excitement, leaning toward Stella and trying to attach her lips to the blonde's boobs. . The harder he sucked Stella's pussy, the more she shrieked. "I love it!" she yelled. "Suck my cunt! Suck my tits! Oh, God, I love it!"
Karen could see that Stella would soon come and her own pussy began to spasm. She pumped her thighs and squeezed her cunt-muscles around Larry's prick.
"He's sucking the come out of me!" Stella shrieked.
Karen leaned over and sucked one of Stella's tits into her mouth while the blonde wiggled around on Larry's face. His cock was imbedded in her cunt and she took in a huge mouthful of Stella's tit. She heard Larry groan as his balls exploded, filling her insides with jets of jism.
Panting and groaning and gasping, the three ground their sweaty bodies together until they collapsed on the bed. The two women lay on either side of Larry. Karen's hand was on his limp cock and Stella's on his balls.
"Is he going to be able to get that thing up again?" Stella said.
Karen giggled. "I hope so. What about it, Larry?"
"I dunno," he muttered, yawning. "Don't you fall asleep on us," Stella said. His eyes popped open. "Oh, no, I won't do that."
"You bet you won't!" Stella laughed. "Come on," she said to Karen. "Let's get this kid hot again."
Together the women went straight for the teenager's limp prick. He snickered and tried to roll to the side of the bed, but they grabbed his legs and held him still.
Stella lay on one side and sucked his soft cock into her lush mouth. Karen lay on his other side and licked his balls. In five minutes Larry was breathing hard and wiggling his ass around on the bed.
Stella jerked him off while she sucked his cockhead. Karen felt his nuts fill up with spunk. It wasn't long before his cock began to stiffen. Stella kept sucking and pumping and Karen filled her mouth with his ball-bag.
They worked feverishly in tandem. Larry groaned and grinned proudly when his cock stood up without support, stiff and thick and throbbing.
"I told ya," he said.
"Oh, shut up," Stella giggled, taking his fuck pole deep into her mouth.
After a while she spit him out. She told Karen to move away. Then she fluffed up her long blonde hair and straddled the teenage boy.
"I've got a kid almost his age," she giggled as she brought her cunt down to his prick.
She dropped her hips and eased her pussy over his dick. Karen watched as the boy's prick disappeared inside Stella's body. She masturbated as she watched the lewd scene.
When Stella had the boy's cock in a tight grip, she leaned over and dropped one of her pink nipples into his mouth. "Suck!" she hissed and Larry opened his mouth and sucked.
When she told him to hold her ass, the boy reached around and cupped her ass-cheeks. He stroked and fondled them and when she told him to touch her asscrack, he eagerly obeyed.
Stella fucked him with slow steady strokes. She worked her cunt with a corkscrewing motion up and down his fuck pole. Karen noticed that the blonde directed his cockshaft over her clit. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. Her clit wasn't nearly as big as Karen's so she had to work harder to get the right friction on it.
Karen watched with admiration as the older woman pulled her tit out of Larry's mouth and sank up and down on his cock in a frenzy. Her lovely ass jiggled as she jerked her hips and strained to reach the blessed relief of a climax.
The boy still held her ass, and now he dug his nails into her flesh. Stella's pussy made obscene slurping sounds as she fucked the boy. Karen sank three fingers into her own cunt while she watched.
Stella wailed hoarsely as the full length of the teenager's prick slid in and out of her wetly gripping snatch. She trembled and told him to fuck her harder. Larry pumped his hips up and down as he forced his dick into her grasping pussy.
He released Stella's ass and they rolled around on the bed until Stella landed on her back and Larry on top. "Fuck me hard!" the blonde hissed, her lovely body slick with perspiration.
Karen crawled behind the boy and buried her face against his asscrack. She licked her tongue up and down his bung and his balls exploded, filling Stella's cunt with thick hot cream.
CHAPTER NINE
A week after they returned home, Ricky arrived home one night and grabbed Karen into his arms. "We haven't had a good fuck for a long time," he said.
Karen's heart sank. She knew it was bound to happen. The thought of Ricky's usual quickie, made her flesh crawl. She placed some dishes in the cupboard and turned to face him.
"I think we better talk," she said.
Ricky grinned and followed her out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the master bedroom. "It's nice to be home, isn't it, hon?" he said.
"In a way," she said.
Her heart pounded as she sat down on the bed. She didn't know what she was going to say. How could she tell Ricky she was unhappy with their sex life without revealing that she'd been cheating? And if she confessed, maybe he would walk out on her.
Ricky was stripping his clothes off and whistling. "I've got good news, hon. George called me into his office today and offered me a new territory. One of the best. It'll mean a lot more work and a lot more money. And it's all due to you. George says with a wife like you a guy can do anything."
Karen said nothing. She sat there fully dressed and watched Ricky strip down to his pants. He finally noticed that she wasn't moving and his animated expression disappeared.
"What's the matter? I thought you'd be real happy."
She sighed. "I'm very happy," she said. "But?"
Taking a deep breath, she took his hand. "Sit down. We've got to talk." She started by saying she hadn't been happy with their sex life for a long time. "It doesn't do much for me, Ricky. You don't take the time to turn me on. I hardly ever come. You think I do, but I don't. I pretend. But ... and this is the hard part ... I found out at the convention that sex can be wonderful."
He gawked at her with his mouth open. She nodded and whispered softly. "Yes, if you're thinking I cheated on you at the convention, you're right. There, it's out, but at least there won't be any more deception."
He took her hands in his and gazed into her eyes. "Listen, hon, I'm not exactly thrilled to know you fooled around while I was working my butt off. But if you've been unhappy, I want to know about it. I may not always show it, but you're everything to me. I want you to be happy, honey. If you're not, the job or money don't mean a damn thing."
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Does that mean you'll work with me to change things between us?"
"Sure, baby, I'll do anything you want. To tell you the truth, I've been a little bored too. It's just that with a guy it doesn't take as much to get your rocks off."
Karen smiled happily. Thank God! If he was really open to experiment, there was hope for them after all. "The most important thing is to turn me on before we start fucking. And second, it's good for me to come at least once before we fuck. One orgasm really sets me off."
She pulled him to his feet and began undressing. When she was down to her bra and panties, she ran her hands over her tits.
"Play with them and then take my bra off," she said.
Ricky stood before her naked and he clutched her boobs while he gazed into her eyes. She felt her blood race at the touch of his hands on her jugs. He reached behind her and unhooked the bra.
"I think I'm going to like this," he said. He peeled the bra off her tits and let it drop to the floor. "Yes, I know I'm going to like it."
Karen's big tits jiggled slightly. She rested her hands on her hips and swayed her ass slightly. Ricky stared at her shimmering melons, finally cupping them in his hands and flicking her nipples.
"Say, I think I'm going to really like this," he chuckled. "I haven't noticed how gorgeous your tits are in a long time." He pinched and squeezed the tip of her boobs. "Some of the guys told me my wife was built like a brick shit-house. You know, touching you like this is turning me on too."
He flushed as he smiled down at her. "That feels lovely, honey," Karen said. "Now take my panties off and play with my pussy."
Ricky reached for the waistband of her bikinis. He pushed them over her hips and ass and down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and stood back, her hands on her hips and her pelvis arched forward.
"Do you like what you see?" she purred.
"You bet!"
He pressed one of his hands against her fluffy pussy-thicket. Her clit poked out at the top of her slit.
"Rub it a little," she said. "Wet your finger and rub it."
"What'll I wet it with?"
She shook her head. "I've really got to teach you everything, don't I? Well, there's saliva and there's cunt-cream. Take your choice."
Grinning, Ricky wet his finger with his tongue and rubbed the tip lightly over her love-button. "Like this?" he said.
"Lovely," she said. "You're doing just fine. Cuntjuice is nice too."
"Can we get into bed now?" he said after a while and she nodded happily.
They climbed onto the bed and Ricky mounted her. "Hey, wait a minute," she said, pushing him away. "What's the rush? We've only just started."
"I forgot," he muttered. "It's just that I'm so damn hot, hon."
Karen gazed at his prick. His seven-incher was standing away from his body, a thick column of stiff male-muscle. His cockhead was taut and purple and a big drop of pearl-like fluid was gushing out of the head.
She hovered over him and stroked his belly and his cock-bush. "You've just got to learn to go slowly," she said. She curled her fingers around his fuck-stick. "Very slowly."
He blushed furiously as the spunk drooling out of his piss-slit wet her hand. "Sorry about that," he said.
She deliberately brought the hand up to her mouth and licked the jism from her fingers. "I'm not," she said. "I love it."
"Jesus!" he murmured, but he looked excited.
"You're not through playing with my tits, are you?" she said.
"Oh, no, no, hon. Uh, what do you want me to do with them?"
Karen sighed. "You can do what you used to be so enthusiastic about before we were married. Remember? Touch, suck, lick, whatever. I love it all."
She sat up and faced him. He cupped her hanging tits and toyed with her nipples. "I forgot the good times we used to have when we were going together," he said.
"Kiss them, honey," Karen murmured.
He bent down and kissed her firm velvety flesh. She moaned and told him how good it felt. He swirled his tongue over her nipples and sucked in a huge mouthful of tit-flesh.
Karen's pussy throbbed. She was horny enough to come, but she didn't tell him that. She wanted him to learn how to take his time and really turn her on. No more quickies for them. Thank God for that. There was no need for her to cheat anymore either. Ricky would be able to take care of her hot cunt just fine. like he did in the old days.
"Feel good, hon?" he said.
"Lovely, darling."
His eyes glittered as he kissed and licked her silken-skinned tits. He brought them up to his lips and went from one to the other. He squeezed and stroked her gelatinous boobs, and pressed his moist lips over them. Her nipples erected and soon they looked like two horny little cocks. He sucked them into his mouth and lashed them with his tongue.
"Keep licking, darling," she said. Her cunt was aflame and drenched with pussy-fluid. She was totally turned on, but didn't tell him yet. She wanted more and more and more of his tongue on her tits and on her cunt too, before he was through.
He zeroed in on one nipple. He laved it with the tip of his tongue and Karen trembled with pleasure. He rimmed her other nipple and soaked it with saliva, all the while clutching both tits in his big hands.
Karen felt her pussy throb and moisten with cunt-lubrication. "Oh, darling, you're exciting me so," she sighed.
He captured one stiff nipple between his lips and sucked it into his warm wet mouth. She moaned as he sucked. Tiny animal sighs escaped her lips and he spit her tit out.
"Can we fuck now?" he said. And he looked so pathetic, Karen giggled.
"Not yet."
Ricky sighed and returned his mouth to her tits. "I don't know how much longer I can hold out. I just might come from all this tit-sucking."
"You can control yourself," Karen said.
"You're not a teeanger anymore. Men control their orgasms."
He flushed. "Yeah, okay," he mumbled through a mouthful of boob.
"Soon you can eat my cunt," she whispered.
He stopped sucking. He hardly ever went down on her. Karen knew he'd never really enjoyed it. He'd done it before they were married, but since their marriage he did it seldom and quickly.
She grabbed his head and pushed his mouth back onto he tit. "You better learn to like sucking my pussy," she said. "Because I love it and I have some of my best orgasms that way. Will you try and learn to like it?"
He nodded his head and continued sucking her tits. She toyed with his hair. That's all I ask, she thought. That he try. She was confident that after a while he'd learn to like it. So many men seemed to. She thought about George Mason and Ron Morton and how lustfully they'd sucked her pussy. Why couldn't Ricky learn to enjoy it too?
"You can practice now," she whispered, stroking his hair.
He picked his head up. "Now?"
"Now!"
He stared down at her hairy gulch. She spread her legs wide apart and exposed the crimson interior of her gash. She stroked the delicate insides of her thighs and tossed her hair back while he gawked at her.
He gazed at her pussy and the tiny puckered mouth of her ass-hole. He sucked in his breath and met her eyes. Moving closer, he reached out and touched her.
"That's good, right there," she said. His hand felt wonderful on her excited flesh.
He licked his lips and grinned as he moved his fingers inside her gash and explored her hairy flaps. He pinched her clit between his fingers and leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
"This isn't bad, hon," he said.
"Lick it, Ricky," she said.
"Let me touch it a minute longer," he said.
She leaned back, resting on the flat of her , hands as he pressed his fingers over her snatch. He rubbed her clit gently with his thumb and a glob of cuntjuice gushed out onto his hand.
"Say, I'm really getting to you, aren't I?" he said.
"Yes, darling. Suck it now."
"Let me just do this a little longer," he said. Wetting his fingers with her pussy-juice, he briskly rubbed her clit.
Her belly heaved with excitement. "Oh, honey, I think I'm going to come!"
"Yeah?" he said, as he explored her gulch. "This isn't bad at all."
He fondled her cunt and touched a finger tip to her pussy-hole. "Stick your finger inside," she said.
He grunted and slid his index finger inside her gash. "Like this?"
"Yes, now move it in and out."
He finger-fucked her while he caressed her clit. She sighed deeply, closing her eyes and letting her head drop back. "You're touching all the right places."
"Should I lick it now?" he said softly.
"Hmmmmmm, yes."
Kneeling in front of her, he dipped his head down to her cunt and extended his tongue. She felt it first on her clit and she gasped.
"How's it feel?" he said.
"Wonderful."
She held his head as he buried his face against her steaming pussy. His slick wet tongue fluttered from her clit to her ass-hole. He licked up her thick sticky cream and swallowed it down with gusto.
"Are you going to come soon?" he said.
"Soon!" she said through clenched teeth. "Oh, darling, soon!"
He muttered something she couldn't understand. His mouth was busily exploring her snatch.
"What did you say, Ricky?" she moaned.
"I said this is a turn-on."
"Oh, darling, bring me off!"
She shrieked and her head fell back onto the pillow as her legs spread obscenely open. She climaxed while he vigorously licked and sucked and kissed her convulsing cunt. He tickled her with his tongue and fucked her with his fingers. He nibbled her hairy cunt flaps and rimmed the gushing mouth of her cunt. He lashed her clit with his tongue-tip and the overheated young wife writhed with ecstasy.
When she came to her sense, she threw herself against him. "Now let me eat you!" she cried.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he grinned proudly and stretched out on his back. "Did I do a good job?" he said.
She gripped his steel-hard prick in her hand and licked the tip clean of spunk. "You did a wonderful job."
"Did you come?" he said.
"I came two or three times," she said.
"Couldn't you tell?"
"Yeah, but I just wanted to make sure."
"Once you get into it, you're a wonderful cuntlapper," she said.
Now she hovered over his prick and he groaned when she took his cock-knob into her mouth. He trembled and folded his hands on his belly as she sucked hotly on his up-thrust dick.
"You're terrific, hon," he said. "You're not mad at me?" she said. "No. I haven't exactly been an angel myself."
She dropped his cock from her mouth and lapped her tongue up and down his shaft. "You haven't?" she said.
"You know what conventions are like?" he snickered.
She pumped his prick and nibbled his cockhead. It had never occurred to her that he'd cheated too. Strangely enough, she was glad. Now they were even. They had both cheated and she needn't feel guilty.
"You know, I don't mind that you fooled around too," she said.
"I know what you mean."
"It's like we can start from scratch." She licked up the juice drooling out of his pisser.
He stroked her hair as she bobbed her head and took more and more of his fuck pole into her throat. "Yeah, I forgot to mention it, but the Masons want us to come for dinner next Saturday night."
Her heart sank and she squeezed his cock-root while she sucked his knob. "Did you accept?" she said. She didn't want him to know about the thing and Stella. Fooling around with another man was one thing. But what she'd done with Stella was perverted. She released his saliva-soaked prick from her mouth and waited for his answer.
"Get on your hands and knees," he said in an authoritative voice. "I'm going to fuck your brains out."
She rolled onto her hands and knees. "You're sure getting bossy," she giggled. "But you didn't answer me. Did you accept the Mason's invitation?"
"Sure, honey, of course I did," he said, holding her hips and working his prick into her cunt. "He's still the boss."
She sighed when his entire cock entered her pussy. "Oh, darling, fuck me!" she said.
"That's okay with me," he said. "Say, I can see everything from this angle. It's great."
He began sliding his dick in and out of her tight pussy. She turned her head and gazed at his with a heart filled with love. And he stroked her clit as he thrust his cock in and out of her gulch.
After three incredible orgasms, he was still pumping away. She reached back and grabbed his balls. "Oh, honey, you're the best lover in the world!"
Suddenly he began pistoning his cock in and out of her body. "I'm going to shoot!" he said.
"Oh, yes, shoot it into me!" she gasped. "Oh, darling, give me all you've got!"
CHAPTER TEN
After a gourmet dinner cooked by the Masons' maid, the two couples settled down in the living room of the Masons' home and sipped brandy. They had already drunk quite a bit of wine with dinner and Karen felt somewhat dizzy and mellow.
She was happier than she'd ever dreamed possible. Ricky had been completely amenable to improving their sex life. He had done everything she wanted and even had a few ideas of his own. Life was good.
Now the brunette gazed at George Mason. George sat next to his wife with his legs sprawled open and the bulge in his crotch clearly visible. As usual Karen couldn't resist gazing at his crotch. George was mild mannered, but his cock was irresistible. She realized as she stared at the huge lump between his legs that she wouldn't mind fucking him right here and now.
Suddenly Stella rose unsteadily to her feet and turned to Ricky. "Can I get you something?" she said, her long blonde hair falling over one eye.
Karen noticed that the older woman was staring at Ricky hungrily. When Stella yawned and raised her arms over her head to more clearly reveal her big tits, Karen became convinced she was posturing for Ricky's benefit.
If anyone knows a horny broad, I do, Karen thought. Stella's tongue darted sexily over her lower lip as she gazed at Ricky. Her tongue resembled a tiny cock. It was dark pink and wet and it throbbed like a dick.
"I couldn't eat another thing," Ricky said, his eyes glued to Stella's boobs.
"How disappointing," Stella giggled, lightly cupping her massive tits. "I was hoping I could talk you into nibbling on these."
George cleared his throat and looked embarrassed. "Now, honey, don't start that," he said.
"Why not?" Stella said. "Ricky doesn't mind. And I know Karen doesn't. Do you, Karen?"
"Why, I..." Karen mumbled, but Ricky cut her off and turned to Stella.
"What'd you have in mind?" he said with a grin.
"None of us is exactly angels," she said, still squeezing her jugs. "What do you think of my titties? Ricky," she purred, leaning over him. "I know you've noticed them. Tell me. Are you too full to have a nibble of these whoppers?"
George chuckled and Karen's heart pounded. Whatever Stella was up to was okay with her. She crossed her legs and gazed at her husband. He appeared to be mesmerized by the attention being paid him by the stunning blonde.
Now Stella leaned over and thrust her tits into Ricky's face. "Well, stud, what do you say? Are you game?"
Ricky's eyes widened and he clenched his fists as he stared at her mammoth boobs. "What the hell, why not?" he said, glancing quickly at Karen.
Stella sat down onto Ricky's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I just love parties, don't you?" she murmured. She turned to Karen. "I think your hubby is about to give my titties a good sucking. Would you like to watch?"
"Sure," Karen smiled.
"You've got permission all around," Stella said, nibbling Ricky's ear. "George loves to watch, don't you, George?" George nodded and the blonde planted her lips on Ricky's mouth. "Come on, stud. Play with my boobies."
Karen watched as Stella took Ricky's hand and placed it on the front of her blouse. "Unbutton it," Stella said.
Ricky fumbled with the tiny buttons on Stella's silk blouse. When he had most of them opened, Karen could see the blonde wasn't wearing a bra. Stella finished unbuttoning her blouse and then slowly and sensuously she removed it from her arms and let it fall to the floor.
Ricky flushed as he gazed at her spectacular boobs. The tips were already stiff with excitement. They jutted out a full inch from her tits. Karen's mouth watered as she gazed at them.
She had lovely memories of sucking those nipples.
"Touch me," Stella whispered to Ricky. "George loves to watch another man play with my tits. He gets off on it. Come on, Ricky, honey. Get your hands on Stella's knockers."
Karen crossed and uncrossed her legs. She felt her cunt lubricate. It was terribly exciting to hear the vulgar words coming from Stella's lady-like lips. She glanced at George. He was smiling broadly and rubbing his cock through his pants. It was clear he liked to watch his wife make love to another man. It was clear too that the Masons had done this many times before.
When Karen glanced back at Ricky and Stella, Ricky was squeezing Stella's cushiony, white-skinned tits. The blonde moaned softly when he jiggled them around the palms of his hands and ran the balls of his thumbs over her jutting nipples.
"Suck them!" Stella hissed and Ricky bent his head and slowly took one of her ripe nipples between his lips.
Karen's blood raced as she watched her husband nuzzle and suck on Stella's boobs. Grunts of excitement escaped from his throat and Karen marveled at how much their life had changed.
She wondered momentarily if Stella and George had planned this when they invited the Spelmans to dinner. If they did, she didn't care. A four-way orgy with the older couple would be just fine. More than fine. Wonderful. It would probably secure Ricky's advancement in the company and make their sex-life even more interesting.
She squeezed her thighs together. Her cunt was on fire and her clit throbbed. She wondered how long she and George would watch without joining in on the action. She felt a pang of jealousy for Stella. Ricky was sucking on her tits with a gluttony that Karen wanted to experience too.
Turning to George, she pursed her lips and ran her tongue over her upper lip. He grinned and moved around on the sofa until he sat next to her. The front of his fly bulged with his huge prick and he pulled Karen onto his lap.
"You look horny," he said in a soft voice.
"I wouldn't mind a little tit-sucking myself," Karen said.
Reaching behind her back, George pulled her blouse out of her skirt and with one deft motion unhooked her bra. He had her blouse and bra off in a few moments and Karen's firm, up-thrust tits poked against his chest.
"Suck them," Karen whispered, blowing her warm breath in his ear.
"First let's get the rest of your clothes off," he said.
"Mmmmmm, yes," Karen sighed. "I'd like that."
He knelt on the floor between her legs and pushed her skirt up to her waist. "I don't know if I can wait," he said, pulling her panties down and gazing at her sodden gulch. "I think I'll have a little taste of that before I undress you the rest of the way."
Karen didn't mind what he did. She had wonderful memories of George's tongue on her twat. He had a way of making his tongue almost as hard as a prick and plunging it in and out of her pussy.
"I'd love it," she breathed, tilting her ass back and hooking her legs over her arms. "Can you get to it?"
"You sure know how to open up a cunt," George chuckled as he buried his face against her snatch.
Karen sighed deeply as she felt his tongue race over her slit. Ricky was still sucking Stella's tits. He went from one boob to the other and Stella's face was contorted with lust.
Stella held her tits in her hands and pushed them against Ricky's face, almost burying him from view. With one hand she tugged at Ricky's zipper and in a moment Karen saw her curl her fingers around his shaft.
"I'm going to suck your cock!" Stella hissed. "I'm going to suck it so good!"
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Ricky mumbled, his mouth filled with the blonde's tit.
Stella pumped his prick while he sucked her tits. George rammed his tongue deep inside Karen's gash and she shut her eyes while he rubbed his upper lip over her clit.
When next she gazed at Ricky and Stella, they were both naked. Ricky was still devouring Stella's tits, but his hands were all over her cunt and ass. His fingers dipped into the wetness of Stella's pussy and into the deep crease of her ass. Stella stroked his cock and fondled his balls and wiggled around on his lap.
"Let's get down on the floor," Stella said. "There's a rug over there that's real soft. Then I can suck your cock."
She gripped his fuck pole and slipped off his lap to her feet. She took his hand and walked a few feet away to a bear-skin rug. They lay down together and Ricky continued sucking and licking her tits, but his fingers remained imbedded in her pussy and asscrack.
"Let's get naked," Karen said to George. He was still working on her cunt with his lips and teeth and the horny young wife was anxious to have his prick in her cunt and her lips wrapped around his balls.
"Soon," George muttered, his talented tongue exploring her ass-hole.
Karen continued watching Ricky and Stella. Stella straddled Ricky, her legs on either side of his waist, and she trailed her lips from his neck to his chest and down to his belly.
Ricky moaned when she buried her lips against his navel. She dragged the tip of her tongue down to his cock-bush and Karen could see her wet him down with her tongue and lips.
Finally she moved around and positioned herself above his prick. Her lips hovered over his dick and she glanced around to make sure Karen was watching.
"I'm going to suck Ricky's cock," she said. "I'm going to take his dick into my mouth and give him the sucking of his life. Do you hear me, George?" she said to her husband. "I'm going to make Ricky see stars."
George didn't answer, but Karen gazed at Stella with hot eyes. The idea of watching
Stella suck Ricky's cock was incredibly exciting. She watched as Stella bent over and snaked her tongue over Ricky's cockshaft. Stella ran the tip of her tongue over his cock root and brought it up to his cock-knob. She fluttered her tongue over the tip of his prick and Ricky groaned and raised his ass off the rug. He tried to force his cock into Stella's mouth, but she pulled back. She squeezed the base of his balls and made them jump around her hand. Then she licked all over his fur-coated nuts and returned her lips to Ricky's fuck-stick.
George worked relentlessly on Karen's snatch, but she couldn't take her eyes off Stella and Ricky. She was totally fascinated by the lewd scene. Stella actually spit globs of saliva onto Ricky's crotch and licked it up again with her long wet tongue. At one point Karen could see the blonde trying to work her tongue into Ricky's jizz-slit.
Stella's spit soaked Ricky's cock-bush. At intervals she coated his balls with her saliva and even lapped her tongue over his asscrack. Holding Ricky's ass-cheeks apart, she stiffened her tongue and jammed it inside Ricky's ass-hole.
Karen grabbed George's hair and pulled tight as she watched the blonde tongue-fuck Ricky. Ricky's entire body trembled as Stella's tongue explored his bowels.
George rasped his tongue over Karen's clit as the wondrous sensations of her climax raged through her. When she recovered her senses, she was totally naked and George's lips were once more buried against her snatch.
Stella was still tongue-fucking Ricky's bung and Ricky's eyes were on George and Karen. George's tongue lolled around Karen's clit and she hugged her thighs against his cheeks.
"Aren't you getting tired, boss?" Ricky said to George.
"I never get tired when I lap a juicy cunt like this."
"Fuck me, George," Karen gasped, tugging at his hair.
She tried to force him to climb around on her body and stick his cock into her pussy. Then she watched as Stella scooped Ricky's prick into her mouth and she rocked up and down against George's tongue.
"Shit, look at my wife," George chuckled proudly as Stella took Ricky's entire prick into her throat.
"I guess she's not frigid anymore," Karen said.
George snickered. "I suppose I exaggerated that," he said.
Karen reached down and forced his mouth more firmly against her twat. Stella sucked Ricky's cock gluttonously. Her eyes were glazed with excitement and her cheeks sank in when she slid her lips down to his balls.
"Suck the juice out of me!" Karen hissed at George.
"You bet!" he said.
"Suck the juice out of me, oh, God, suck me!"
She came when he thrust his tongue into her cunthole. Her cunt lips contracted and a huge glob of pussy-juice shot out of her cunt and onto his tongue.
"Fuck me in the ass," Stella said to Ricky.
"Oh, God!" Karen said, pushing George's face away and sitting up to watch.
"Do you mean it?" Ricky said, sitting up and facing the blonde.
"Do I!" Stella laughed.
She rolled onto her hands and knees and pushed her butt up. Resting her cheek on the rug, she reached back and pulled her lush ass-cheeks apart.
"Think you can find it?" she said.
"You bet," Ricky chuckled.
Kneeling behind her, he wet his prick-head with her cunt-juice and rubbed it up and down her exposed crack. Karen realized he'd had experience at ass-fucking by the way he easily inserted the bulbous tip of his prick into the rubbery opening of Stella's shitter.
Almost with one thrust, he slid his stiff fuck pole into the warm, widely-stretched depths of Stella's puckered ass-hole. He wiggled it around and lunged forward, buying it entirely in Stella's butt.
George and Karen stared at the spectacle with wide eyes. Stella shrieked and told Ricky to start stroking. She wailed and pumped her ass back to meet his forceful thrusts.
"Ricky, you're a great back-door man!" she gasped.
Suddenly George pushed Karen Onto her back and mounted her. With one rough movement he drove his prick deep inside her cunt. His come-filled balls slapped her ass as he stroked fast and deep inside her gash. Karen reached down and stroked his massive balls as they fucked. The feel of his huge dick inside her took her breath away.
She churned her hips and ass and watched
Ricky fuck Stella's ass. George's cock filled her completely and Karen felt not a twinge of envy for Stella. She knew that she and Ricky would be seeing a lot of the Masons. Life was going to be happy and interesting for all of them.
"Am I hurting you?" George said, his cock imbedded inside her.
"Hell, no!" Karen cried. "Keep fucking."
She squeezed her tits while George pounded her with his giant dick. The blunt head of his cock teased her clit and his shaft vibrated against her cunt-walls.
His balls felt ready to explode and soon he would be filling her with boiling jism. Sounds of wild thrashing filled the room and George's horse-cock drilled more forcefully into her snatch.
"Change places!" Stella yelled.
Suddenly George and Ricky changed places. Ricky plunged his prick into Karen's ass-hole and George drilled his into Stella's cunt. It was the wildest thing Karen had ever experienced and she loved it.
"Ricky, I didn't know you liked it this way," she said.
"I'm a new man," he said. He leaned over her back and held her tits in his hands. "Do you like the new Ricky?"
"I love him!"
A few feet away Karen heard Stella yell. "George, your big cock is going to kill me one day!"
"Now, darling, if Karen can take it why can't you?"
"You're going to have to give me a lot of help with this thing," Stella said.
"If you'll help me with Ricky, I'll help you with George," Karen said..
"Hey, girls, pay attention to the guy who's fucking you," Ricky said.
