One of mankind's most basic, most important institutions is marriage.
Yet today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at best, seemingly in a state of near-collapse at worst. The malaise chiefly affects couples in their late twenties and early thirties, products of the post-World War II baby boom, growing up during the Korean War and the dozen years of involvement in Vietnam, their disintegrating relationships a reflection of unstable times.
LICKED WIFE MADE HOT is the story of one couple, Jenny and Gifford McClain, who are young, attractive and successful to all outward appearances, yet are unable to communicate at the most basic level. As a result, Jenny is driven to seek a false kind of love in the arms of strangers, degrading herself and yet reveling in that very degradation, straining her tenuous marital relationship to the breaking point.
Jenny and Gifford-products of an uncaring society, and portrayals of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
There she was, Jenny McClain, spoiled little rich girl, lonely little wife, waiting in her private changing room at the club, yearning for her tennis instructor with an electric buzz of carnal anticipation.
Jenny enjoyed every moment of it. Even the waiting. And especially the wickedness. She was born to be naughty.
Of course, it was always kept hidden under a blanket of discretion. She had a husband who, to put it mildly, would not have approved. Trouble was, he wasn't the kind to do much to keep her satisfied. It wasn't neglect, exactly. She just didn't think he knew any better. Good girls didn't have those kinds of needs, and to him, she was a good girl.
She even had to worry about her friends finding out. True, she wasn't guilty of anything that they weren't guilty of, but with his position and standing Gifford was quite a prize. Any woman would welcome the chance to take him away from her. And, as barren as the marriage could be at times, it was all she had. Besides, she hadn't won Gifford just so she could lose him to someone else.
The knock on the door came not a second too soon. Andy entered without waiting for an answer. He was dressed in his usual tennis whites, neatly contrasting with his tan. Young, early twenties, with boy-next-door good looks.
The sofa bed was open, a broad, firm white pad waiting for the latest tussle. Jenny was standing with one knee on a bottom corner of it, also in tennis clothes. She'd fixed a drink at the bar behind her and sipped it now, letting her welcoming gaze play over her favorite young stud.
"Glad you could make it," she murmured. "I wouldn't have missed it," he answered easily, ambling over with both hands down in his pockets. "Like any good instructor, you know how devoted I am to your... form."
She smiled, always liking his way with a little joke. She lifted her free hand to his crotch with an easy familiarity and rubbed slowly. "I'm glad. I think my forehand needs a little work."
"Anything in particular?"
"My grip, I think." She eased down his fly, negotiated her nimble hand in and his growing cock out. She held it, out in the open, working his extending cock-tube in kneading fashion. "Feels fine to me," Andy remarked. "In fact, I think you've improved."
"How 'bout my stroke?" she asked then. She worked her loose grip to and fro on his fairly erect cock. As she caressed him, his cock grew harder, and longer, and harder. "No problem there," Andy assured her. Their eyes met, held. Jenny took a last sip of scotch and set the glass down on the bar behind her. Then she was playing both hands over and under and around Andy's prick.
He shifted closer. His hands went to her upper, outer thighs, lifting under the short skirt, easing around to the juts of her panty-covered ass.
"Pretty good hands yourself," Jenny mur- mured. "Terrific cock, too."
His fingers dug into the meaty cushions of her ass and his hps touched hers with a flirtatious kiss. She reciprocated, flicking outward with her tongue, then found herself sucking on his. In her hands his cock was just as hot, wonderfully hard, throbbing.
"I've gotta have this thing fucking me," she breathed.
His hands lifted, gathering in folds of her top and peeling it up and off. He lewdly groped her coned tits as he kissed her again. Then he lifted her by the waist and lowered her onto the bed.
Jenny hadn't stopped bouncing before Andy had gripped her tennis outfit and was pulling it from her hips. He left her shoes and socks on, proceeding to undress himself.
Jenny's body was nothing short of fantastic. An all-over tan, flawlessly smooth skin, fleshed out hips and ass over muscularly tapered legs and provocatively curved-in waist. And those volcanic, bulging tits, that sleekly structured, bright-eyed face framed by a chic hairstyle. She was almost too much. Made to bring out the beast in any man-well, almost any. Gifford was remarkably immune.
But she wasn't thinking about her husband now. Not with that fiery look in Andy's eyes as he whipped off his clothes, or that fierce- looking hard-on reaching out from his loins.
Her body undulated on the bed as she stretched out and waited for him, watching his cock's every move. One knee lifted and her legs opened, and she slid a hand down onto the pouch of her cunt. She was primed for hot action and she needed it now.
Keeping four fingers together, she caressed herself down between her thighs with a swirling motion. She planted her feet and lifted her ass and began grinding it in the other direction.
"Oh God, I'm horny," she said in a breathy voice. "Come fuck me, angel."
Naked now, he eased onto both knees on the bed, then paused and simply looked at her, grinning widely. "Might be more fun to watch."
She gasped in frustration. Her hand-and-hip motions slowed, and in tantalizing fashion she curled her middle finger and slid the tip into her steamy fuck-hole. She looked at him over the stiff points of her tits. "It's hot, baby," she tempted. "Too hot to pass up. Oooooh, and so juicy... " She let her whole body move against the pleasure of the self-stimulation. It was an age-old invitation to fuck, going beyond words and teasing and hitting him where he lived.
Andy moved over her on all fours. Sliding both hands to her crotch, Jenny kept her ass up in the air. She pulled the folds of her pussy aside, offering up an obscenely gaping cunt to his prick.
He slid both knees back out behind him and lowered. The flared, purple head of his cock fit perfectly into the steamy opening. Under his lowering weight his cock sank deeper and deeper into Jenny's cunt. Hot and wet as she was, the only resistance offered was from the natural tightness of her pussy. And that was a welcoming squeeze.
Jenny curved her body and lifted her crotch against his groin, unabashedly wanting every last fraction of his fuck-meat. As he continued lowering, she forced upward, even as her ass was being pressed down onto the cool bedding. A purring sound of appreciation welled up out of her dainty throat.
A dreamy smile on her face, her head rolled from side to side. Her body squirmed, grinding upward at the spread crotch area.
"Ooohhh," she breathed, "fuck me, Andy love. Give it to me."
Down on his elbows now, his chest pressing on her tits, Andy lifted his ass and dragged the rigid length of his prick up out of the clamping grasp of Jenny's cunt. They both imagined a noise of juicy suction as they thrilled to the gliding, intimate contact.
"Oh baby," Jenny enthused, already curving her body up at his cock. He sank into her as she rose to meet him. Their mouths joined, and for long moments they moved together and apart', engaged in simple, easy-going fucking.
Jenny thought on how she could go on like this all day. All night. Maybe even forever. It was just so good to be naked with a man, to be in the same bed with him, fucking. It all came so naturally to her. It seemed to be where she belonged.
Heels digging into the firm pad, hands smoothing over Andy's sinewy, working body and ass, gazing up at him through lust-glistened eyes, Jenny murmured, "You're one good fuck, my fine friend. Can you feel how turned on I am?"
"Shit, yes," he said with enthusiasm. "The deeper I go the hotter your pussy gets. And it's so tight up around the top. You're squeezing me, aren't you, you bitch."
"Only a little-intentionally. A sexy cock like yours and my pussy acts on its own."
A sudden surge of excitement lifted through Jenny just then. She gasped, her body curving upward as her knees jerked alongside his body. "Oohhh, lover, you're getting me close. Why don't you really fuck one out of me, and then we can take a nice breather together?"
He was for that instantly. Andy lifted onto straight arms, planting his hands on the mattress. Her legs slid naturally onto his shoulders, bending her almost double underneath his sweating, working body, completely at his mercy.
Andy lifted his cock all the way up to her pinched-in pussy and drove in with the swift, harder strokes of fucking. Harder, and harder, faster, banging into her depths, really fucking a come out of her.
Jenny lay back and took it, closing her eyes to help her savor the raw, delicious pleasure of being so thoroughly cocked. The pumping action of his cock drew the excitement of her body to her inner core, gathering it all into one sensation of pent-up ecstasy. She could feel it filling up, building with stroke after stroke. She could feel her flesh wanting it more and more, until she thought she might go crazy with need.
Intent on giving Jenny her climax, Andy pounded in and out of her feverish grasp with a tireless rhythm. His crotch rushed up against the fleshiness surrounding her inflamed clit time and time again, each collision sending fresh jolts of erotic electricity through her loins.
Jenny suddenly had the sensation of being lifted, swept upward, higher and faster. She was a coming thing from head to toe, trembling rigidly with tits jiggling.
Andy slowed, going as deep as ever but easy now, as if to comfort the wild paroxysms of her climaxing fuck-tunnel. Her hands loosely held his ass, moving with it, but then taking firmer hold and keeping him deeply embedded within her cunt grasp.
"Such good cock, I don't want to let go." She smiled up at him, her face delicately pinked.
"I don't mind." He grinned, flexing his cock-rod against her cunt-walls. "But I can't give you your treat like this."
"What's my treat?"
"Sit back and I'll show you." Deliberately Andy pushed from her, pulled his cock out of her, and sat his ass back on his heels near the foot of the bed, knees parted. Jenny shifted around to face him, lowering onto elbows and knees before him as she shifted slowly in between his legs.
Her eyes, her attention, her heart and soul were focused on his cock. His cock was as rigid as ever, red from fucking and slick with pussy-sap, pulsing with anticipation. She couldn't have imagined anything more sexy or desirable. Inhaling of the musky dampness, she couldn't have smelled anything sexier.
She let her head down, ducking underneath and nudging her nose in at his hanging balls.
The aroma of his sweaty young balls made her mouth water, and her tongue snaked outward.
Jenny flicked at Andy's balls, tasting the salty sweetness, sensing the bubbling juice contained within the stuffed sac. Lifting her head, she licked at the cock-shaft itself, at the wetness on it. She wanted her mouth to have what her pussy had had. She wanted the lewdness of taking it while her juice was still fresh.
He leaned back so her head wouldn't block his view and he could see everything. And he was so cute, so virile. She'd really give him something to look at.
Taking the base of his hard-on between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, pressing her palm against his balls, Jenny faced his cock head on. She wiped a drop of pre-cum from his piss-slit with her tongue, then wiped across with her upper lip, then back the other way with her bottom lip.
She repeated the action, this time slower, more deliberately. She kept her hps in contact with his cock-head at all times, brushing around, and around, then in the other direction, then stopping and shifting forward all at once, slipping her mouth onto his cock.
"I'd forgotten what a clever little tease you are," Andy murmured to her. "Put a guy off guard, them move in for the kill. Oh, you're a smart slut."
Jenny showed him some more. She sucked softly part-way down his cock-shaft, pulled back. Her touch was light, girlish. And she continued with it, easing down and back, lulling him to sleep, then all of a sudden taking a deep breath and lunging forward and gliding his big cock into her throat with the ease and expertise and lust of a born wanton.
"Oh Jeez, you did it again," Andy groaned. "Oh, you wicked, wild, sensational bitch!"
Giggling with delight, Jenny pulled back along his prick with rich suction. She rode forward again until her lips touched on her thumb and forefinger, sucked back with lewd side-to-side washes of her head.
"Ooohhhh," Andy groaned, "that's so good. Treat me like that. Gimme a good, long suck!"
Just what I had in mind, Jenny thought. And it was her pleasure, for she enjoyed the giving as much as the taking. Especially if she got first. And with a sweetheart like Andy, well, she'd have to have been pretty cold-blooded not to want to put out any.
Also, there was the fact that blowing cock was a turn-on for her. She couldn't be that intimate with a cock and not have it affect her, in particular when it had just come from the steamy clasp of her own cunt. How lewd. How kinky.
It she threw in a little extra stimulation, maybe she could come with it in her mouth.
With her free hand Jenny reached back between her legs and fit two fingertips onto her cunt. She stroked almost gently to and fro, the pressure directed onto the area of her clit.
Momentarily she felt Andy's hands come to her shoulders and slide down onto her flanks. He reached underneath and cradled the perfect cone shapes of her taut, hanging tits. He began pulling at them, pushing at them, kneading, perhaps sensing what she was striving for. The feel of his touch was exquisite.
Meanwhile Jenny's mouth continued riding up and down the complete length of his cock. Glistening with saliva now, his cock slid with increasing ease in and out of her throat, straining with deepening hardness against the velvet ring of her hps.
Her cunt was coming back to needy life with a genuine spirit. The ends of her slender fingers pulled protective flesh aside and snuggled in against the spike of clit itself. She sawed to and fro alongside the sensitive bud and its surrounding hood, stroking her fires with ever-increasing ardor.
She found herself forsaking her sweetly stinging clit and reaching into the moist opening. Her cunt having already been stretched by Andy's cock, she started off her self-penetration with two fingers at once.
She pulled at the taut flesh, stretching it wider, more open. Then she pushed her two fingers in, digging deeper in stroking fashion, until at last both digits were absolutely sunk into her steamy cunt.
"You're a hot one, aren't you," Andy murmured as he continued fondling her sensitive tits. "You can't have just a little bit, you have to have it all."
"And I don't care if you know it," she answered after pulling her mouth from his impossibly rigid cock.
"You're playing with yourself, aren't you." He grinned.
"Uh-huh," Jenny replied, further stroking the walls of her pussy with both nimble fingers.
"And you're loving it too."
"Oh yes," she breathed. "Just like your cock."
And then she threw herself back onto his out-reaching, up-angled cock. She went down on it and drew back with lewd slurpy sounds.
"So hot," he said then. "I can hardly imagine anyone being this hot."
There were times when she couldn't quite believe it herself. Everything seemed to come so naturally to her, everything seemed too right for her. She certainly didn't lose any sleep over her ways. In fact, there were times when she really considered herself something special.
Too many people had too many hang-ups. That was the main problem when it came to simple day-to-day living. Living according to someone else's guidelines.
Gifford, for instance. On the occasions when he did fuck her he did show some know-how, and considerable promise, but he had been out of touch with himself for so long she suspected he was beyond saving. Business would always come first with him. Business, the right neighborhood, the right appearances, the good-looking wife up on her pedestal. He'd never let go. Never come home early one afternoon, throw her down on the carpet and fuck her silly, or anything close to it.
Too bad. She still loved the guy, in her own way.
Jenny felt gripped by a familiar fever as she whipped her hand into her cunt and wrestled Andy's prick with her mouth. Her body was writhing out of control as sheer arousal claimed more and more of her.
She pulled from his cock, twisted her head and swept down under the fuck-shaft for his balls. She scooped both of them into her mouth with one gulp and held them there in her warm, wet suction. She strained to feel the boiling cum contained within.
"Mmmmm," she moaned in anticipation. "Gotta have your cum. Gotta have it shooting down my throat, in my mouth."
"Take it!" Andy said. "I'm ready to squirt it for you. All over your gorgeous face if you don't hurry!"
To show how much he meant it he pulled a hand from her tit and wrapped it around his prick and began pumping.
Jenny grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from his over-ripe cock before he could do any real damage. She quickly replaced his hand on his cock with her mouth. It seemed to her that he could use a little more distraction than he had had, so she shifted around onto her side and drew his hand down between her spread thighs.
Andy needed no further hints. He slid his fingers down onto the tumid folds of her cunt and began grinding at her there, shortly inserting a finger into the baking heat of her cunt.
It came as no surprise that his touch was sexier than her own. And Jenny felt her excitement rising at a breathtaking pace, her pussy beginning to burn with a passion.
She sucked at his unyielding erection. She was using her hand on his length of fuck-tube at the same time, running it up and down with quick jerk-off motions every time her mouth lifted to the swollen purple cock-head.
She felt a second finger enter her burning cunt, and a third, and every one of them was screamingly good. He was fucking them in and out with terrific speed, driving her up a wall of pure pleasure.
"God," Andy gasped breathlessly, right on the brink. "God damn, gonna come... come in your mouth... oh you slut, you're gonna get it!"
His hand whipped in and out of her faster and faster. Her hips lurched to and fro to meet and draw away from his penetrations.
Jenny felt her pussy-tunnel spasming out of control in a wild dance of climax just as Andy's cock twitched and bucked its own release.
His honey-like cock-seed came gushing out of him into her mouth, her throat, splashing the insides of her cheeks and soaking her tongue and gums. She swallowed it down, gulped it down, and held onto his cock so she could suck out more of the delicious jizz and have that too.
Then the passions were subsiding. Andy's prick was retreating, his cock was softening, and she was calming with him. Reaching up, she caught the back of his neck and drew him down. She turned her mouth from his cock to his lips and they shared a kiss. His hand pulled from her cunt and breezed up onto her tits.
"You're good," she said.
"You're bad," he answered, and she smiled. Then he said, "I have to go soon."
"Why?" she lamented.
"I'm a popular teacher. Besides, it won't do either of us any good if rumors get started."
She rolled away from him to stretch out. Partly from necessity, partly to tempt him to change his thinking. "Who cares about rumors?"
"Your husband will, if they involve his wife."
"Scared?" Jenny said impudently.
"Damn right. I have a future to think of. So do you, come to think of it."
"Some future," she sighed.
"Why don't you divorce him, get some alimony and move out on your own? Lot less worries that way."
His question was legitimate. She'd considered it before. Had even come up with a few answers. Her father was so fond of Gifford as a son-in-law, and even though he was so conservative, she kept hoping that Gifford would change. Besides, she had it pretty good now-why risk change when she didn't really need to?
But, coming right down to it, they weren't the real reasons. There was only one reason that counted. One she could barely mention to herself, let alone anyone else. It had to do with pride, and the threat of having made the wrong decision. Pride, mostly.
Rightly or wrongly, she would stay married.
Andy bowed low, nuzzled her ear.
"Thursday?" he said, interrupting her suddenly gloomy thoughts.
His presence, and the prospect of another romp, revived Jenny's spirits, and she was smiling again.
"Thursday," she agreed.
CHAPTER TWO
She always got up to have breakfast with her husband, wearing one slinky or skimpy sleep outfit or another. She'd started out thinking that deep down he got some secret kick out of it, but by now he probably saw it as some strange indulgence on her part. Tolerable, as long as she confined it to the mornings and late evenings, and the house.
After breakfast she would spend an hour or so getting herself together for the day ahead. The hardest part was picking out something to wear-she had such a variety to choose from.
Often she would go out. Sometimes there was a tennis lesson-ahem-other times just lying around a pool with some of her equally spoiled, or indulged, wives. There were also lunch dates, charity meetings and do's to attend to, parties to help plan. There was always a new line of clothing to look at somewhere, and plenty to buy.
Basically it was a life of leisure, laced with just enough productive behavior to ease her conscience when it came to social obligations. Her main purpose in life was to pamper herself and to help make Gifford look good. Not a bad trade-off, as long as her secret life was maintained as part of the pampering.
She didn't have to rely on Andy for all her fucking, either. By now she had built up a sort of stable of willing young studs to help see her through the barren patches. Willing, ready, able, and discreet.
Monday always seemed to be the worst day of the week. Because the weekends usually involved getting out and being seen with her husband, or getting him seen in the right places, at the right functions. Monday always left her with a lot of time on her hands.
Monday was Buzz's day. A college kid, he had no classes on Monday. Morning, afternoon, he was there for her. Always ready to greet her at the door with a big hug, barely dressed.
Today for instance he was in red bikini swim trunks, probably having just come up from the building's swimming pool after catching some early rays. In all his tanned, muscular splendor he was worthy of a hug in reply. And a cozy kiss. And a sly grope between his thighs. She felt a distinct rubberiness in the pouch of his cock and balls.
"You're in fine form," she remarked.
"It's been a whole week," he answered, and as easily as that he pulled her into the apartment and shut the door.
"Been saving yourself, huh?"
"You take a lot out of a guy."
"I put a lot back, don't I?"
"That's even more exhausting," he said to that and they both had a chuckle. Jenny moved in for another smooch, tasting youth and fun and horniness. It was like going back to the old days, before marriage, when everything was care-and worry-free.
Reciprocating the kiss, Buzz let his hands glide down her back onto her ass. He squeezed the jutting cheeks through her satin dress.
"Hmmmm, no panties."
"A little surprise for you. Just nylons and a garter belt."
"I've got a surprise for you," he said.
"Let me at it," she said eagerly.
Buzz slipped an arm about her waist and led her from the door down a short hallway to the living room. It was furnished with a roomy, backless couch and a few other odds and ends, including a chaise lounge that had been brought in from the balcony.
Seated on the chaise was a dark-haired version of the blondish Buzz. Dressed in open shirt and shorts, he was one of those students who looked more at home on the beach than in a class room. He was also impossibly cute and appeared delighted to lay eyes on Jenny.
"This is Joey," Buzz stated.
"Joey," Jenny exclaimed, her face lighting up. "Buzz told me about you. Hello."
Joey stood up, extending a hand. "Hiya. And if you heard about me from Buzz, believe half of it."
Jenny smiled, taking Joey's hand and holding on to it, using it as an excuse to draw him closer. Already she liked the looks of him, and even if she did only believe half of what Buzz had told her about Joey she still had a lot to look forward to.
Joey had seen her and Buzz meet by the pool one day and had asked about her. Then Buzz had remarked to Jenny that she had a new admirer and she had asked about him. One thing had led to another and now here they were.
Jenny was a little surprised that Buzz wanted to share, but he and Joey had been friends since grade school and it wouldn't have surprised her to learn that they had pulled a threesome before.
Jenny felt the juices of anticipation and want stirring together. Both young bucks seemed to close in on her.
"Well," she murmured, "here I am, a rose between two thorns. If I'm not careful I'll get pricked."
"And if you are careful?" Joey asked.
"I might get pricked twice."
It was all she wanted to say, and what they wanted to hear. And all at once everyone felt right at home. Jenny was no virgin when it came to a double whammy either, although it had been a while. It did have the flavor of a fresh kick.
Jenny slinked an arm about Joey's waist and drew him in on her open wide, with Buzz on the other. "I guess you've heard about me, huh?"
"Yep."
"Believe all of it," she said, and as he broke into a smile, she kissed him on the mouth. She lingered there, giving him time to respond. He took advantage, without rushing. She took it as further evidence of experience and knew that she was in good hands.
She looked from one to the other and then down at herself and said, "I feel a little overdressed. Would you mind if I went more casual?"
"Shoot no," Buzz answered.
She nudged Joey to a seat on the nearby couch and Buzz joined him. Facing them, Jenny began undoing the large buttons down the front of her dress. She was really beginning to enjoy herself now, and wished she had worn some more sexy undies so she could offer a real tease show for the boys. But from the looks on their faces she didn't need it.
She opened the dress to her waist, then lifted fingertips along each side of the opening as far as her tit-mounds. She began to peel the covering fabric aside, teasingly let it fall back into place, then revealed most of her inner curves of tit.
Jenny stopped there, lingering, as if wondering whether she should continue. With a saucy grin she went ahead and pulled her dress fully open, uncovering the splendor of her big tits. She cradled them in her slender hands, lifted them, squeezed deeply, raunchily.
She peeled the dress from her shoulders, her movements causing her tits to move up and apart, then bobble slightly in further erotic display.
Then Jenny turned her back and, looking over a shoulder at her eager audience, hooked both thumbs under the dress hanging from her hips and began working it down. She thought again on how wicked she was, and on how much she enjoyed it. Seemed to need it, even. As if it filled a need deeper than sexual, somehow.
Back straight, she bent slowly forward, working her ass from side to side against the snug but yielding fit of the dress. Perched on high heels, her ass was more arched out than usual, more sexily on display. When the deep cleft came into view it was partly stretched open.
As she bowed farther ahead and as the dress went down her tapered, nyloned thighs, her pussy came out from under and into view. Its cleft was open a fraction as well, showing the most tantalizing line of inner pink.
Jenny let the dress drop from her knees and stepped one foot out of the cloth puddle to widen her spread. She slid both hands up the insides of her legs to her crotch and used a finger from each hand to flash a real display of inner pussy at Buzz and Joey.
Just a flash. Then she lifted upright and, both hands on her cunt, she turned back to face them. In the more tight-fitting swim trunks, Buzz's three-quarter swollen cock was on the best display, but in shorts Joey was guilty of a sizeable lump as well.
A permanent wicked smile on her lips, Jenny went over and wriggled into a seat between both young hunks on the couch. She lay back against the cushions and opened her arms. Buzz and Joey leaned back, twisted to face her. She held each in a comfortable embrace.
They were thoroughly captivated by her. Even Buzz, who was no stranger to her perfect form. Terribly flattering, of course, but a responsibility as well.
They were such sweet kids, and she wanted to take good care of them, give them a good time, or let them take one.
Buzz breezed a hand up her near thigh, up her body and onto her coned stack of tit-meat. On the other side Joey did the same, not imitating Buzz as much as simply thinking alike.
A different hand squeezed into each tit, both showing the same disregard for nicety that she had demonstrated during her strip. Their touches sent thrills through Jenny, and she felt an almost giddy excitement.
Buzz and Joey continued squeezing and pulling at her luscious titties. Then, almost simultaneously, both slid out to the side to comfortably duck down and begin to mouth at her stiff- ening tit-peaks.
! They introduced themselves to her burgeoning nipples by way of their twirling tongues. Gripping the plump ass underneath, they had the pulpy caps at their mercy. And the way they swept around and around on her tit-peaks, one direction and then the other, began to make Jenny a little dizzy with arousal.
She squirmed between the young, virile bodies. Her back arched, lifting her tits into the knowing mouths as they began to suck down onto her nipples. Her fingers combed into their soft hair and tried to push the boys' faces down onto her sweetly aching tits.
Neither Buzz nor Joey would be rushed in his tit-sucking. First the nipple would be drawn fully erect. Then the surrounding colored area would take kissing pressure, then love bites, and then, only then, the first sucks. And after that, when she was really wound up, whole mouthfuls of gorgeous tit would be hauled into their wide-open wet warmth.
"Sexy little bastards," Jenny murmured, her head twisting from side to side in a kind of delirium. "You know what's best for me, don't you. Gonna keep the hot bitch in her place while you have your way with her, huh? Sexy, foxy, little studs. I love you both."
The hands left her tit-flesh within a second or two of one another. Buzz and Joey continued sucking, down to the nitty-gritty of it now, biting down onto the pointy volcanoes of her tit-meat and sucking up, lifting the packed flesh, pulling at it, tearing at it.
Their hands engaged in a slow-motion race down the front of her body. Knowing just where they were going, Jenny lifted her legs and spread them apart, tilting her crotch up and out in the process. She quivered with anticipation as their hands drew near.
Typically, Buzz and Joey avoided her pussy at first. They played their hands over the backs of her thighs, reaching as far down as the rounds of her ass-cheeks, even flirting fingertips into the spread crack.
"My pussy," Jenny gasped heatedly. "Play with my pussy. You know how bad I want it. Don't make me wait any longer."
For once they seemed to be paying attention to her. Buzz slinked his fingers onto her cunt-mound from one side and began rubbing at her there. Joey sent down to the pussy itself and started stroking at the puffed-up folds with knowing fingers.
"Oh, my naughty little angels," she said dreamily, "what you do to me. I don't deserve it."
Joey threaded a fingertip into the slit of her cunt and teased down toward the bottom. There, he began rotating inward, steadily, breaking the pattern to stroke simply in and out, as if to measure the depth of his increasing penetration.
As he did that Buzz was moving his fingertips down off Jenny's cunt-mound to concentrate on her inflamed clit-zone. He pried the hot clit out into the open and rubbed it between two squeezing fingers.
They made quite a team, Buzz and Joey. Quite a team. They were driving her crazy and Jenny said as much.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Buzz said, lifting his head from her almost-sore left tit.
While she had the chance she drew him up for a smooch. She turned to Joey and pulled him up by the hair for a kiss as well. Their finger-play on her cunt continued.
"Hey fellas, when do I get to see some prick?" she wanted to know. She looked at Joey. "Here you are, playing with my pussy, and I haven't even seen what you've got."
Needing no further invitation, Joey pulled his finger from her cunt and lifted onto his knees next to her. Buzz left them to get acquainted, slipping off the couch and in on his knees before Jenny. He drew her legs down onto his shoulders and burrowed bis face into her steamy crotch.
Joey tossed his shirt away and pushed down shorts and underwear. His cock sprang up and Jenny's hands was on it. As he pushed off his clothing, she ran her hand back and forth on his length of cock, measuring the dimensions, textures, getting familiar with the sexy fuck-length.
With Joey naked and still, Jenny drew him forward by the cock, taking the flared head into the velvet oval of her mouth. Shifting her gentle but insistent grip to his balls, she drew him forward more, taking more cock, and more, until his pubic hair tickled the tip of her nose. Using his balls, she guided him in easy fuck motions.
"Ooohhh," he groaned, "yeah, wild. The wildest. You're something else, Jenny."
She squirmed in appreciation, and in excitement. Buzz really knew how to use his tongue down there-she had taught him how. He was stabbing into her aroused fuck-hole with his stiff probe and adding icing to the cake by lifting the tip every now and then to maul her poor, stinging clit.
Pleasures abounded throughout her body, fogging her mind but sharpening her senses.
Right now, she couldn't think. She wasn't sure she could remember how. All her mind could do was process sensations, toss up urges and erotic ideas, guide her hand and mouth actions. She was in that special world again, and loving every second of it.
"Good sucking," Joey murmured. "Mighty good sucking. I wanna come. I wanna come real bad!"
"In my mouth, I'll bet," Jenny said in a thick voice between licks at the underside of his curved, reddened fuck-shaft.
"In your mouth, on your face, all over your big, sexy tits... "
"That's a lot of cum, lover-boy. Think you can manage a load like that?"
"Just pull it out of me, baby!"
Okay. He'd piqued her curiosity. She wanted to see just how much this young buck could spew. Just one of those kinky ideas that were popping left, right and center in her fevered brain.
Different things were popping down through her cunt, and up at her clit. Sparks of excitement and tremors of want and pangs of anticipation they were.
Buzz's mouth lifted from her running cunt. His shoulders carried her legs to an upright position. His hands grasped her ankles and spread her shanks to a wide V and pushed them farther back.
Her cunt was at cock level. Buzz leaned his hips forward, working his trunks down. His hard-on seemed to make a leap for her gaping cunt, and the pointy tip entered her fuck-hole without any need for manual assistance.
Buzz sank his fuck-shaft deep into her body with one steady shove, and Jenny gurgled with delight as she felt him filling up her cunt. Jenny wriggled with delight and giggled gleefully into Joey's straining prick.
Buzz pressed deep, then retreated and gave her more of the same. Getting into the rhythm, his pace quickened. She had been well-primed, and needed instant nitty-gritty.
Fucking in and out of her mouth, Joey was showing the high level of his arousal. Jenny gave him his lead, able to keep up with his pace as far as her sucking went. She held there with long legs in the air-Joey holding one of them in the crook of an arm-and with a cock plunging into both her mouth and her pussy. She reveled in the slutty feelings and the lewdness of it all and wishing it could go on forever.
For a time there, she thought it might. The in-and-out motions of Buzz's cock, the matching rhythms of Joey's, had a hypnotic kind of effect on her, taking her further into a never-never-land of carnal bliss.
One heel on his shoulder for leverage, Jenny rotated and wiggled her womanly ass, actively stirring Buzz's long cock around inside her as it made its divine plunges. Her motions spurred him to greater excitement and his tempo increased.
"Outrageous piece of ass," he hissed breathlessly. "Oh fuck, fuck, I'm losing my mind. Ooohhh, shit, take this cock, baby! Take it!"
Jenny purred and moaned into Joey's mouth-stretching cock, throwing her head at it, all with a wanton's mad passion for climax-his, her own, everyone's. She had both hands on her tits, pulling at them, milking thrills from the firmed-up globes of excited meat.
It amazed Jenny how turned on a person could get, how potent the thrills could be, now deep they could reach. She was a hundred and ten pounds of sheer arousal, completely taken over by hot sex. She had no shame, no pride, nothing but an insatiable need for more, more and more.
She got it, too.
She wailed through the point of no return and was seized by the powerful surges of completion. She came and came, her fevered body twisting this way and that in livid spasms against the geysering forces of her release.
To her delirious mind there was cum everywhere. It was gushing up into her body from Buzz's prick and flooding her wildly pounding cunt. It was churning out of Joey's prick into her mouth, onto her face, running from her chin down onto her throat, splashing onto her tits, wetting her flesh and her fingers so that they slipped up on her packed tits.
And then she could feel the tapering off of intensity, the start of the slow return to the here and now. Always something of a let-down, knowing it was over, but contentment sweetened the deal, along with the knowledge that soon, very soon, she could start all over again if she wanted.
She lifted both hands to lick cum-juice from the fingers. Joey hunkered down and licked the traces from her throat and neck area. She licked around her own mouth with a hungry tongue, the vixen cleaning up, like a cat.
To make a more thorough job-and pleasure of it, they moved to the shower. Buzz and Joey were as generous with her there as they had been at the start on the couch. To show her appreciation she let them take turns fucking her in the ass.
They had an impromptu lunch together and then Jenny finally wound her way home. She didn't have much of anything planned, and when the phone rang she was fairly eager about answering it.
"Hello?"
"Jenny? Finally. It's Lloyd Slade."
Lloyd Slade? It took her a moment to place the name. He was someone she'd met at one of the occasional industry banquets. Or had it been one of the yearly club parties? Whatever, they had met. And more important than that, she remembered Gifford talking about him in the-least complimentary of terms. They were more than business rivals. They were personal enemies as well. In the early stages, but enemies.
"Mr. Slade," Jenny acknowledged coolly. "I trust you enjoyed your morning out?"
That she had been out would have been easy for him to guess. But there was a sly tone in his voice, hinting that he knew more than he otherwise should.
"I always enjoy shopping," Jenny replied cagily.
He chuckled in that same sly way. "Is that what they call fucking nowadays?"
Jenny went still all over. Yet, she refused to give anything away. "Are you drunk?"
"Stone sober. A little horny, though."
"You're disgusting."
"Is that a compliment? I can't be sure with you, Mrs. McClain." When he said Mrs. it was with a distinct measure of sarcasm.
"Just what do you want?" Jenny demanded.
"Okay. Enough chit-chat. I want us to get together and talk over a thing or two."
"What on earth could we have to say to each other?"
"Well, to begin with, there's the fact that you haven't been the most faithful wife in the world. Or even on the block, for that matter."
Jenny had no answer for that. He wasn't bluffing. He knew. And obviously there was something about it that he liked. Something about having this on her.
"Now, shall we agree to meet?"
"And if I refuse?"
"Kiss your husband goodbye. Kiss alimony goodbye. And say hello to the sidewalk."
"You wouldn't."
"I would," he answered simply. "I have nothing to lose and everything to gain."
"You can't want money," she said, looking for his angle.
"I always want money, but not from you."
"What then?"
"Do I take that to mean you want to get together and discuss it?"
"No, I don't want to get together and discuss it," she snapped. But then, calmly, she added, "But I don't have a choice, do I."
"Sure you do. Technically."
Some consolation, she thought.
CHAPTER THREE
Jenny stepped off the elevator amidst feelings of rising trepidation and, well, call it curiosity. She wondered what Lloyd could be up to, but it wasn't sending her into a panic. She rang the bell without pause.
A man close to her husband's age opened the door. He was shorter, beefier, with soft brown hair. Handsome, with sneaky eyes that glinted at her.
"Mrs. McClain," Lloyd Slade said. "So nice of you to come."
"Cut the malarkey," Jenny answered evenly. "What do you want?"
He stepped aside and indicated for her to enter. She did, going into the posh apartment, the living room featuring overstuffed furniture that somehow didn't fit his image.
"Yours?" Jenny said.
"Sort of a home away from home," he answered.
He probably kept his mistresses here, she thought then, and a strange feeling went through her. She was beginning to catch on to his intentions.
Lloyd walked her to a couch and sat her down. On the coffee table before her was a briefcase. He opened it, revealing a stack of photos. The one on the top featured her and Buzz, necking on the balcony of his apartment. He had his hand up under her dress.
"Need to see more?" Lloyd asked.
She looked up at him. "Looks like you've got me.
He closed the briefcase and sat down next to it, facing her. He allowed himself the luxury of giving her a slow once-over. It further confirmed her suspicions. Still, she felt obliged to play it out.
"What do you want from me?" she asked.
"Satisfaction."
"Any particular kind?"
"Many kinds."
"Such as?"
"Such as, fucking the wife of the man who stole a client from me not three weeks ago. A highly valued client."
Gifford had mentioned it to her.
"Revenge," she observed.
"Such as," Lloyd went on, "having a spoiled bitch like you to do my bidding."
"Power."
"Such as, the satisfaction of sucking and fucking with a remarkably sexy woman."
"Lust. How flattering. For a change."
"Well, I am a man, after all." He patted the briefcase. "How could I look at all this and not want you?"
He sounded like he meant it, but though she tried not to care some of his flattery did seep through.
"Drink?" he offered.
"I think I'm going to need one."
Lloyd chuckled, as if not taking her seriously, and went to the liquor stand.
And maybe he had reason to laugh. There had been an element of posturing in her answer. She didn't need anything to steady her. She felt she should have, but she didn't.
God, she thought, am I starting to get a kick out of this?
Lloyd returned with one drink. He took a seat beside her, fairly close, twisted toward her, and handed her the glass.
"Nothing for you?" she murmured.
"I'm loose."
"You're a bastard is what you are," she said calmly, sipping her drink.
"A corrupt bastard, actually. And you, are a corrupt bitch."
She shot him a hard look.
"Don't get me wrong-I like that in a woman."
He lifted a hand onto the top knee of her crossed legs, let it rest there with calm self-assurance.
"And that's what you are, through and through." He leaned closer. "It'll be our little secret."
He was smooth. And even as he was ruthlessly flaying her open he was gentle about it. Not what she expected at all. She felt a strange kinship with him, as if they were two of a kind or something.
His hand played up onto her thigh, pulling her dress up with it. "Did you wear something nice for me?"
When they spoke yesterday he'd asked her to.
And she had obliged, playing it safe. She'd put on her sexiest black underthings.
He reached the top of her nylon stockings and rested his hand on her bare, smooth flesh.
"You like to dress sexy," he murmured. "Like a porn star, or a whore, or a kept woman. Only it turns you on as much as the guy looking at you."
Jenny took a large sip. She did need steadying after all, but not for the standard reason. The bastard was getting to her. She hadn't prepared for that. Although, in retrospect, she would see that she should have anticipated it.
His warm hand was doing good things to her, simply by lingering there. He was looking at her with a brightening shine of lust in his eyes. He was good-looking, dynamic, and close.
Jenny drained the glass and abandoned it somewhere to the side. She relaxed into the couch, her top leg sliding off the other with a whisper of nylon. She looked at him, hiding nothing.
"Okay," she said. "You've got me figured. I'm a slut. Just what do you plan to do about it?"
He chuckled again, hinting at triumph, and a trace of smugness. But only a trace. He flipped the hem of her dress back from her thighs and knifed his hand in between.
Jenny tensed up, but it was prompted by pride more than anything else. She couldn't be that easy for him, even if she had to pretend it. Which she did-or at least she would, soon.
Lloyd seemed to take her show of resistance as a challenge of sorts. He slowly sawed his hand in between her thighs, moving upward with determination, reaching the bare parts again, daring to go higher, watching her all the while. She kept her chin up, her eyes frosty, but inside it was a different story. Did it show yet? It would, she knew.
The cutting edge of his hand, his forefinger, touched on the flimsy material of her panties at her crotch. He continued working his hand in and out between her incredibly smooth thighs, rubbing against her cunt-mound.
Jenny's breathing deepened. She tried to cover it but he could tell. He moved his hand back to her knees, pulled the near one toward his, pushed the other away, spreading her legs. He held his hand against her far leg until the impulse to close them again had passed, until it was too late for her. He eased his hand upward again.
Lloyd fit fingers on the front of her snug bikini panties and dug underneath to her cunt and crotch with the same determination he had shown when reaching between her thighs. He held her there, keeping pressure on, stroking only a fraction of an inch at a time.
Her gaze held his, still managing defiance. Appearing to enjoy it, Lloyd leaned closer and nuzzled along her cheek, back to her ear. He took the lobe between his lips in a soft kiss. With feather softness he began flicking his tongue out along her jaw-line.
Jenny's chin lifted, not in defiance any more but in surrender. Her head tilted away, offering the soft places of her neck and throat. A rush of breath escaped her in a kind of helpless gasp, and she was lost. Her head fell back and lolled atop the back of the couch.
"Bastard," she murmured.
"Slut," he answered, kissing at her throat, rubbing more brazenly at her covered pussy. Her pelvis tilted, lifting her cunt out from under in offering. "Beautiful, sexy, slut. I get hard just looking at you, touching you."
It made her wonder just which of his motivations was the more compelling. Revenge, power or simple lust? But then, did it matter? It was happening, she was yielding all the same.
Was she really this vulnerable to the prospect of a fuck? Jenny couldn't be sure. It seemed she had an ulterior motive for behaving this way as well. That illicitness again. That traveling on forbidden ground.
Lloyd slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties and reached down past the fur of her cunt onto the hot folds guarding her fuck-slit. He worked his fingers against her there with a stirring know-how. Losing more of herself, Jenny began moving her cunt against his caressing hand.
Somehow she found her near hand on his thigh, and she marveled at the full-muscled texture of it through his slacks. She squeezed upward, wondering if he'd meant what he'd said about getting hard.
Near the middle part of his thigh, she encountered the pliant shape of the head of his extended cock. She squeezed into it with the heel of her palm. She touched her fingertips to it and slid her hand all the way over the sensitive bulge of cock-head.
The motions of Lloyd's hand quickened, and he started to work the tip of a finger into her reponsive fuck-opening. It fed her excitement, and her boldness, and then she was running her hand back and forth on the outline of his hard, long cock-shaft.
"You've got some fuck-meat there, don't you," Jenny remarked.
"I knew you'd like it."
"You like my pussy?"
"Yeah," he grinned.
"You like how wet it's getting? Why not give it a real test to make sure?"
For the first time he gave her the full length of his middle finger, and her inner oils were there waiting for him. Jenny spread her legs farther apart and tilted her pussy higher, washing it from side to side against his penetrating hand.
"Hot enough for you?" she asked, not referring just to her cunt.
"Do you care?"
"I do want you to be satisfied," she said to that. And, for whatever reasons, she meant it. He could tell, too, as his wolfish grin implied.
He took hold of the front of her panties and pulled. She lifted her ass, bringing both legs together, and felt her panties being drawn from her hips, her ass, her pussy, her long, nyloned legs. It was going one step more wicked, one step closer to a fuck, and it made her insides churn with want.
Jenny spread her thighs again and with her free hand beat Lloyd to her cunt. This time it was her finger that went sinking into her pussy and stirred her juices. At the same time she rubbed up and down the full length of his imprisoned prick, just loving the feel of its presence, and the effect she must be having on him.
Leaning a shoulder into the back of the couch, Lloyd lifted a hand to the tie-string of her dress. He pulled the garment open, exposing the half-cup, push-up bra and her cradled tits.
"Great tits," Lloyd marveled. "Love these tits."
He leaned over and ran tongue and lips all over the bare top slopes and the half-exposed nipple-flesh. His fingers found the front clasp of the bra and flicked it open. The cupping fabric seemed pushed away from her out-thrust tit-meat, and Lloyd groped at them with a greedy hand.
Jenny was becoming infused with a rich, raw kind of excitement. It felt more potent than she was used to, was really getting to her in deep. She wondered if the blackmail had anything to do with it. That, and the blackmailer being a rival of Gifford's.
Jenny arched her body and pushed her tits at Lloyd's face and gnawing mouth. She continued finger-fucking her shamelessly drooling, yearning cunt and felt even more of her pride slip away.
"Oh God," she sighed. "I want this. I really want it. I want to do anything you want."
Lloyd pulled from her, standing, taking off his jacket.
"Keep playing with yourself," he said, and as she brought her other hand into the pussy play, he continued undressing.
Jenny watched, not without interest. He had a good build, now she saw how good. Hairy, broad, muscular, he reminded her of a bull. His cock was huge, heavy-veined, impossibly virile in its erect, up-angled pose. His balls were heavy with cum-juice.
"You look like you approve," he remarked.
"I might enjoy this," she admitted.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
No, of course not. It wouldn't be enough for him to simply fuck Gifford's wife. He would have to make her enjoy it, want more of it.
So it didn't come as a great surprise when Lloyd sank to his knees on the carpet before her and briskly lifted her legs up, keeping them apart, pushing them way back. This, instead of simply fucking her right off the bat.
He lowered ass onto heels and leaned in. "Gotta taste that juicy pussy. Gotta suck it. I've wanted to for so long!"
Jenny stopped stroking her clit and pulled her finger from the clingy depths of her fuck-chute. She dug all fingertips into the lightly haired skin up near the top of her pussy and drew it back, not just exposing her clit and inner cunt-folds but putting it on display, holding her privates in offering for him.
Lloyd inhaled her baking aroma first, letting it draw him closer. He touched the tip of his nose to the cap of her up-reaching clit, rubbed from side to side in a perverse gesture of hello. Jenny shook, and held herself for more.
Lloyd tilted his head slightly and dipped his tongue out. He flicked at her erect clit then, forward and back. Then, with his nose, side to side. Her clit burned with excitement from all this attention and strained up for more with a terrific yearning that came all the way from Jenny's innermost core.
"Ooohhh," Jenny breathed in a dainty voice. "Suck me now. What I wouldn't do to have you suck me."
"What would you do?" Lloyd murmured, his upper hp brushing over her clit as he spoke. "Anything," she gasped. "Would you suck my balls?"
"For hours."
"Would you lick me all over?" He fluttered his tongue over her clit with sensational quickness. Her insides drew hotly together.
"All over," she breathed.
"Would you lick my ass?" he teased some more.
"Especially your ass. Your asshole... I'd stick my tongue right in there."
"I believe you," he murmured, and she knew the teasing was over. She felt his lips settle about her stiff clit and squeeze. Then suck. Sweet sucks that sent hot pulses of arousal up her pussy, into her system, through her body.
Then Lloyd was licking down into the gash of her cunt-opening. Jenny swirled it up at him, tempting and provoking at once. She felt his tantalizing sucks down there too, and more steamy thrills running through her system.
"Love it," she gasped. "Ooooh that's so good."
He lifted then, grinning at her. "Does it make you want to fuck?"
"Does it ever," Jenny said. "Gonna put it to me now?"
He backed off slightly on his knees. "Why don't you slide on down and find out?"
She did, rolling onto her front as she did so. Knees on the carpet, she lowered her tits into the seat of the couch and backed up to him. Her tits slid off the seat before his hands took hold of her hips.
Jenny curved her back downward, pushing her swollen pussy back out between her thighs, out from under the nook of her cheeky ass. She was poised, waiting for prick, burning for it.
Somewhat teasingly, Lloyd rubbed the rubbery head of his cock up and down the gaping spread of her cunt-mouth. The heat and the pressure of his intimate flesh on her own sent shudders of anticipation through the slutty wife, and she wiggled her wide ass with impatience and outright horniness.
"Give it to me," she whined. "Give me that prick. Fuck me."
Lloyd was pushing in before she stopped talking, taking her by small surprise that way and by even bigger surprise with his size and length. God, he was really stretching her out down there. Filling her up like crazy. Jenny grunted with lewd delight and writhed back at him for all he had.
"I knew you'd be hot," he murmured, "but this is something else. You go for it like crazy, don't you?"
"I love it," she fairly panted. "Oooooh, I love prick. I love to fuck!"
Lloyd did too. That was evident from his first stroke and it held true as he plunged and probed her cunt with his deep-reaching cock-rod.
Elbows planted wide on the edge of the seat, Jenny was braced for his frequent hard drives into her pussy. She encouraged more by flicking her haughty ass from side to side, by stretching out her body and curving in tempting fashion. She flexed her cunt-flesh inward, giving him a hot, sensationally tight hole to just fuck and fuck and fuck.
"Good prick," she rasped excitedly. "Good fucking. I'm loving it."
"You're so hot," he marveled. "You're gonna come, aren't you. Gonna come all over my cock, honey?"
"Yes, oh yesss, ooohhh, I'm gonna explode!" she panted.
Lloyd heaved his heavy prick into her and Jenny rolled back to meet his lurid drives and together they made it happen. He built her excitement into a pent-up fireball and drilled deeper to crack it open.
Jenny cried out from deep inside as it started to happen, then from even deeper down as the torrid geysers of her climax rushed forth. It was an animal pleasure, intensely felt, and she wailed with joy as it took its vivid course into aftermath.
"God damn," she enthused, her body undulating with the after-ripples of the sensational come. "Ohhh, wild! Too much!"
Lloyd was holding his unscathed prick deep within her shuddering cunt grasp. He bent forward onto straight arms and nuzzled her ear.
"Now I'm going to fuck you in the ass," he said to her.
"Ooooh," was all she had to say to that.
He lifted a finger to her mouth and she sucked it in. She licked it, bathed it with saliva, then let him take it back. He reached between their bodies and sought and found her asshole and stuck it in. All the way in, with a sudden swiftness that made Jenny squirm and moan a little sound of pleasure/pain.
He would make her enjoy this, too. And she wanted him to. God. Had she no shame at all? What had come over her? She hadn't always been this much of a slut.
Lloyd erected himself behind Jenny, sliding his finger in and out of her shit-hole. He was slicking it up, stretching it out, preparing her for this most lewd penetration. She found herself looking forward to it like never before. This was going to be the wildest ass-fuck yet.
He pulled his cock from her cunt. Coated with her cum-lotions, his cock was thoroughly greased. He fit the firm point into the inverted pink pucker of her asshole and pressed inward.
Her ass-ring spread, and spread, and spread. God, she thought, no more. That's the limit. She'd never been stretched like that. But what a thrill. What a cock. A hot shudder gripped her and she whimpered excitedly.
The shaft of Lloyd's prick was coming in, the deepening connection generating all kinds of fun, kicky feelings inside Jenny. It was good. And it was wild, having Lloyd go where Gifford would never think of trying to go.
Lloyd's cock-hair tickled the upper part of her ass-crack and his hanging balls settled softly against the folds of her pussy, and he was in to the hilt. Jenny felt dizzy.
"I've never had anything like it," she said.
"Neither have I," he answered. "I don't think I'm gonna last very long either."
"Make the most of it. Just fuck any way you want."
"Sure you can take it!"
"I want to take it!"
Just enjoying having his cock up her ass-chute, Lloyd proceeded with long, lingering slides of slick fuck-meat, soaking in the rub of her walls, the tightness, the steamy heat.
"Shit," he giggled. "You've got me horny as a virgin schoolkid."
"Come!" Jenny purred. "Come all over my hot shit. Come up my hot ass!"
His tempo increased. From the gasping sounds of his breath she didn't think he could help himself. Couldn't hold back. He was really fucking now, bucking big, horny prick up her shit-chute like a man going wild. Jenny liked it. Liked it a lot. Liked swaying her ass, shifting it this way and that to put extra grinding pressure on one side of his prick or the other. Liked driving him nutty. Loved making him come, finally. Come so hard she thought he was going to just fall over backwards behind her.
He did fall away when the time came, but only settling back on his heels. And while he may have been done for the time being, Jenny wasn't.
She reached down and back between the tapered columns of her thighs, sending her forefinger up to her asshole. She stuck it in before the ring could completely close, and for a moment or two she stroked herself.
Lloyd's jizz was oozing out around her finger, forming a trail down to her cunt. Presently she followed it down and began spreading the white goo over her folds, massaging it into her clit, then into the fuck-hole itself. She went on to full-fledged masturbation, and soon had herself coming before his avid eyes. Then she crawled back up onto the couch and rested on her stomach, up on both elbows with her outside leg drawn way up. She looked at him.
"Satisfied?" she said.
"Partly."
"Got anything else in mind?"
He kept it to himself for the moment. He retrieved her glass, poured another drink and brought it over to her. She took it, not knowing whether or not she'd need it. He knelt again in front of her.
"Gifford must mention something about work every now and then, doesn't he?" Lloyd asked. "Now and then."
"Something I might find useful, no doubt."
"Maybe. You're talking about using me as a spy, I take it."
"For now, just to see how it goes."
"And if it doesn't?"
"I have other uses for a woman of your... character."
Jenny sipped the drink, waiting.
"I could use a spy in a number of bedrooms," Lloyd went on suggestively.
"I was right," Jenny said. "You are a bastard."
"And you-"
"Never mind," she cut in.
And she said again, "Bastard," but she didn't mean it like she once had. In a while it could even come to sound like a term of endearment.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ross Feldman was going to spend an afternoon attending an exhibit of South American art. That was something Lloyd had learned from an informant inside Feldman's office. He also learned, on pretty short notice, what day that would be.
Still, he had already laid the groundwork with Jenny, and while they had to act fast, she was as ready as she would ever be.
"Find out if he's planning a merger in the near future," Lloyd said to her when he dropped her off at the museum. "That's the whole ticket, kid."
She had asked him why his other informant couldn't tell him what he wanted to know. Lloyd had said that Feldman liked to play that kind of thing close to his vest, even around his own office. But, away from it and indulging his interest in art, his guard would be down.
Less easily explained was how Lloyd had heard the rumor of merger in the first place. Or more accurately, how trustworthy it was. It gave Jenny the feeling that Lloyd was sending her off on some wild goose chase. Playing her for a fool in a twisted game of revenge or hate or whatever game he was up to.
Still, what choice did she have?
Ross Feldman was a lanky fellow, sporting a simple haircut and an unpretentious suit, and not looking much like anyone's idea of an aging, oh-so-successful businessman. Maybe it was just the environment, but he didn't look like he had a care to worry over, a place to go to, a business to run, none of that. Just a gray-haired guy spending a lazy afternoon.
Jenny moved ahead of him and waited for him to catch up. Turning a glance, in his direction, she stopped and stared.
"Ross Feldman?" she said, as though unsure of it. "Yes."
"Jenny McClain," she went on brightly, elaborating that they had met briefly at a charity function a few months before. He didn't seem to recall. With good reason. They'd never met. But Lloyd had seen him there, under siege by just about every man looking for a deal and every woman looking for an affair. Or at least a fuck.
Today bis guard was down, in more ways than one. He didn't try to fend off her company, in fact enjoying explaining the works on display to her novice eyes and adding droll comments on either the art or the artist. At the end, he wondered aloud if she wouldn't mind having a drink with him.
"I'd like that," she answered truthfully. She couldn't recall spending time with a more charming man. By the time they got to the drink she knew that something was going to happen between them, and that she might not have to lift another finger to make it happen.
He invited her to dinner that evening.
Jenny leaned forward, chin in the palm of one upturned hand, and said, "Is that what you really want?"
"Actually," he murmured, "if I had my druthers I'd take you home right now and... "
"Yes?"
He saw her absolute interest and smiled. "Why don't I save it and surprise you?"
He had a condo nearby. Expensive, but not ornate or elaborate, except for the bedroom. That was done up in grand style, with one of the biggest beds she had ever seen. All very modern and up-to-date.
Jenny turned to him just past the bedroom door and slinked up against him.
"It's beautiful," she said.
"Not going too fast for you?" he inquired.
"Just fast enough. I think we're pretty compatible."
He slid his hands onto her hips and drew her closer. She could feel the firmness of his cock against her tummy, and she let her legs ease in against his.
"Compatible," Ross said, nuzzling back to her ear.
Touching his ear with her warm velvet lips, Jenny said, "Let's fuck."
They moved closer to the bed and paused. Ross opened the front of her blouse and slinked bis hands in onto her sumptuous tits. He drew wide-spread thumbs and forefingers together, having them converge at her thickening nipples. He plucked at them, pulled at them, beginning to kiss her in soulful fashion.
Jenny was right with him. A little ahead, hf fact. She had one hand in his shirt, one running down the zipper of his pants and reaching in. Getting past his shorts, she gripped his rising prick.
Twisting to one side to make room, Jenny drew his cock out into the open. As they continued smooching and as he groped her tits, she ran a jacking hand over Ross' responsive cock.
When she got a chance to look at it, she found a drop of pre-cum in the slit. Obviously he hadn't lost anything to the years. She spread the cock-juice around on his flared prick-knob and whisked her encircling hand back and forth on the hardened fuck-meat.
He became busy pulling up the hem of her skirt, at both front and back. That done, he simply slipped one hand down under the front of her panties, the other under the back covering, and sought each of her holes.
"Oh my," Jenny said excitedly, "you don't kid around much, I'll say that for you."
"Too fast for you?"
"Just fast enough."
Jenny took her hand from his cock long enough to thumb her undies down onto her thighs and make things more comfy for him. He was already tickling her fuck-slit with one finger while stroking another up and down the depths of her deep ass-cleft, pausing frequently to rub against her small, hidden asshole.
"This is something new," she said breathily. "Nice touch you have there."
"I'll make you come," he said easily. "It'll make a nice warm-up."
"Love it," Jenny said to that. She played an inquiring hand back to the base of his cock in twisting fashion. "But what about you?"
"I'll keep. At my age there's more fun in fucking than in coming."
"Something to look forward to." Jenny grinned, and let her head loll to rest on his shoulder.
His skilled fingers were doing magical things to her sensitive flesh. The busy flicking in front and languid stroking and rubbing to the rear were fanning her flames to a real burn.
Ross wiggled his finger up into the slick lining of her pussy and began playing it in and out. From the back he reached forward with his other finger and slid that one up into her. "Oooooh," Jenny purred. "I'll bet you do that to all the girls."
"Every one I can." He smiled, sensuously pistoning his fingers against each other inside her.
Jenny didn't think she had ever been so deliciously manhandled by a pair of hands. He was really bringing out the heat in her. Back arching, lifting onto her toes, running her hand over his out reaching length of cock, she was turning on like crazy.
"You are gonna make me come!" she moaned, pressing her body against his. Releasing his cock, she lifted her arm onto his far shoulder and reached the other around his back and held on. "Ooohhh, keep doing it. Keep finger-fucking me!"
He did, and more. He took the second digit from her juicy cunt and returned it to her neglected asshole. He found it on the first try and wriggled it up into her tight shit-chute, all the way to the last knuckle.
So swift and sudden, it seemed to shock a climax out of her. The next thing Jenny knew was that she was bucking out of control on Ross' hands, her body twisting and turning with the lewd urges of her geysering come.
Softening against him, Jenny held on to keep from sagging to the floor. He kept his finger up her ass, and she didn't know if that was helping her up or just making standing more difficult.
"You wicked man," she murmured. "I feel like doing anything you want right now, and I bet they all say that."
"And mean it, too."
"You're sneaky, but you're good. Very good. Do you want me to suck you now?"
"I'd like that a lot, but let's get undressed first."
Ross disengaged his finger and, after another moment, Jenny let go of him. She shed her clothing without further delay, garments dropping from her in quick, smooth succession. As usual, she left hose and heels on.
Ross, watching her as he undressed, was naked to the waist and only now getting out of socks and shoes. His cock was still sticking out of his pants, and farther out than she'd realized. His was a delectable-looking prick, and she didn't want to wait any more.
Jenny dropped onto her knees before Ross and snatched his brazen cock into her mouth almost before he could take in what was happening. She sucked down on him with the wet warmth of her wanton mouth, forcing his cock-knob into the tight squeeze of her throat before pulling back.
She tilted her head back, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out to let the tip of his cock rest on it as she looked up to see how he liked it so far. He was showing a wide grin of appreciation.
"Nice move," he said. "You've been getting in some practice yourself."
"I know a few tricks," Jenny promised. As if to prove the point, she rolled her head forward and ground her mouth down on his cock with rotating motions.
Ross loosened his slacks and dropped them from his hips. Jenny backed off and let him thumb the band of his shorts down over his cock. She pulled them the rest of the way down for him and he stepped clear, his cock swinging from side to side as he moved.
Jenny niftily caught it in mid-swing and sucked down. Easing back, she leaned to one side. She let his cock go free of her mouth and it swung away from her.
She caught it again on the back-swing and applied another juicy suck. This time she pulled down on it and, upon letting his cock loose, it swung up and around with all the springiness of youth.
It was a fun game and Jenny was lit up with the erotic glee of it. Her mood was infectious. When she let Ross's prick-column loose another time and then moved to catch it again, Ross twitched his hips and swung his horny cock out of her grasp. She gulped down on nothing but air. His cock came back and tapped her on the cheek.
She was better at the game than he was. Quicker than he could react, Jenny twisted her head and snared his cock-head with her teeth. She wasn't biting down, but with teeth bared she seemed to be threatening to, even if only teasingly.
"Oh no, you got me, you got me!" Ross was quick to surrender. This time.
Jenny held his cock in her teeth as she slowly twisted around to face it head on, then closed the ring of her lips and went down on him, sinking to his balls on the length of tasty cock-flesh.
He still wanted to play, flicking his cock out of her grasp the next time she moved for it. She faked toward it and then, having anticipated his move, placed her mouth right where he swung his cock-head, and she had him again.
"Sassy thing," he murmured fondly as she gave him a suck. When she backed off again, he fit his hands under her arms and lifted her onto the bed, placing her across it on her side. "Now I'll show you a thing or two, and I won't be playing any games."
He then stretched out on his side, facing her, end to end. He pulled her lower leg under his flank, lifted the other one out of the way and leaned in between. He shifted his hips forward, opening his legs for her.
Jenny put a hand around his wet prick and stroked it, looking at his balls. Hairless, plump, always sensitive, she knew she still had something to show him.
Reaching around her raised thigh and in to her pussy from behind, Ross ran caressing fingers over the folds of Jenny's re-awakening pussy. He rotated in at her clit, whipped her outer ridges from side to side, to and fro, the stimulation radiating inward, up through her young body.
Jenny lowered her head between Ross's thighs. Lips soft and loose, she touched them to his balls with little kisses. She moved all over the bag of thin skin, felt his fuck-rod jerk with approving, delighted response.
Ross touched her privates with his tongue first, once he reached the oral stage. Starting at the top of her fuck-slit, he worked down with lazy licks.
Jenny started using her tongue now too. Softer than Ross's, soft as her lips had been. Licking over his balls and sac, she was light as a feather, covering every fraction of his cum-bag, from the base of his cock to the edge of the barrier of his crotch.
His tongue took on a demeanor of curiosity. Exploring now, he delved carefully into the hollows. He was paying particular attention to the center hollow, no doubt because that one seemed bottomless. He flitted inward, his chin beginning to scrape and press on her burgeoning clit.
Jenny began taking snatched of Ross's loose skin between her lips and pulling at it. Little bits at first, then more as her hunger grew. Finally she was taking one ball or the other into the pucker of her mouth and pulling at it. One, then the other, then the flesh in between, really pulling at that with her lips. His cock burned against her slow-stroking hand, hard as could be, thumping with lust.
His tongue action was beginning to show some of that. He was delving into the honeyed lining of her cunt with the full length of his probe. He used the fingers of both hands to stretch her open and really dig in deep with his tongue. In there, he would twist and twirl it for her, the intimate friction drawing her juices out.
Jenny took his balls into her mouth at the same time and applied gentle suction. She relaxed and ran her tongue all over his baking balls, then sucked again. She closed the ring of her lips and lifted, drawing his balls tight against the bottom of the sac, squeezing them, daring them not to shoot their gooey load.
The scrape of Ross's whiskered chin was driv- ing her poor clit nutty with lust. Her fuck-hole was hot. She let his balls slurp free and lifted her mouth to the inflamed prick and sucked down.
Jenny pulled her pussy from Ross's grasp, bouncing up onto her knees and swinging astride him as he rolled onto his back. They were both thinking the same thing. It was time to fuck, and fuck...
His hands lifted to her out-jutting tits as Jenny leaned forward, reached underneath and held his jerking cock. He was pulling at her nipples again as she sank back into the fiery glow of his cock, took it up, up, up into her craving cunt. Sinking on the hot, hard prick, Jenny leaned back and shook herself all over. She was dizzy with arousal.
"Terrific cock," she said. "Really feels great."
"Love your pussy," Ross answered.
She gave an excited, playful wriggle and he flexed his length of fuck-meat inside her. Leaning forward, Jenny slid open hands up his chest and onto his shoulders. His hands lifted again to her thrusty tits and simply held them.
"I'm sure glad we met." She smiled down at him. "I wouldn't have missed this afternoon for anything."
"We haven't even fucked yet."
"I have faith. In us both." Ross chuckled. "How'd you like to make it a habit?"
"I don't know. I'm a married woman, after all."
"I don't think you're new at this. You've done it before."
"True, and not as often as I would have liked."
"What's the matter? Doesn't your husband appreciate you?"
"He would, if he appreciated fucking. But it all seems so lost on him."
"Poor kid. You need someone who can really take care of you."
"I've thought about that," she confided. "But I don't think one man could ever be enough, so I stick with the one I've got and make do."
"I suppose I can understand that."
"One thing I can't understand," Jenny said.
"What's that?"
"Why we're talking about my marriage when we're supposed to be fucking."
Ross laughed softly. "You're in the driver's seat, kiddo. You fix it."
"I'll do that," Jenny vowed, beginning before the words were even out of her mouth. She shifted forward, riding up the length of Ross's tube of fuck-meat.
She came to the tip and stopped with the pulsing point holding in her cunt entrance. She swayed her wide ass from side to side, teasing him before centering on the prick again, and sliding back down.
Jenny repeated the tempting maneuver a few more times before it got to Ross. He put an end to it by digging in his heel and lifting his hips and knifing his prick straight up and deep into her sensuous cunt-sheath. Jenny burned with pleasure, lips stretching wide in a shameless grin.
"Love that cock," she breathed, rocking back to meet his upward glides. Her head rolled, eyes closed, as they easily fucked with one another. "Oooh, love that piece of cock."
Their fuck organs continued to grind against each other, cock in pussy, pussy around cock[ giving all and taking all and wanting more. Jenny writhed, bending and twisting this way and that, in the grip of a rhythm she could feel but not hear.
A good fuck, Jenny thought. A real good fuck. She felt compelled to thank Lloyd for putting the two of them together. She wondered if she could make him jealous. Wouldn't that be fun?
Damn. What was she going to do about this mess she had gotten into anyway? Right now, with Ross's cock working its magic on her body, it didn't seem like such a mess, but it was. Disaster just waiting to happen.
The only bright side was that she hadn't gotten burned yet. Not in a way that really mattered. And as long as she remained unscathed, there was hope.
Man, was she loving this fuck. Sexy man, tireless prick, a deliriously sordid set of circumstance, it was amazing she had only come once. But she could feel it building, and oh, how it was building. She almost didn't want to be around when it broke. It would tear her to pieces.
Ready for the nitty-gritty, Jenny lifted upright and leaned back.
Now she could really do some prick-riding, and she took advantage. Body arched forward, she lifted and lowered on Ross's cock.
When Ross lifted onto both elbows, he could watch her fuck him. And he could see the full masses of her tits, pulled high and wide on her chest, arching to the heavens even as they jiggled and rolled and bobbled about.
She bounded high and low on Ross's prick with the urgency of the highly aroused.
"Unngghhhh," she gasped, near breathlessness. "Gonna come... gotta come... gotta fuck it... and fuck it... oh, God, come, baby, come... "
"I'm with you," Ross promised. He began hunching up at her bouncing ass-cheeks, her cock-swallowing crotch. "Take it, baby! Take my prick!"
The storm was gathering around their pumping fuck-organs. Erotic energy buzzed and zapped around her clit, crackling all about her nerve-endings. Gathering, gathering, until with a great jolt everything came crashing forth, followed by greater stabs of release and then wave upon wave of searing sensation.
And it was tearing at Jenny, just as she had expected and anticipated.
Head thrown back, face twisting with vivid pleasure, she felt a hotness deep inside. It was growing and spreading, and she knew it was the flood of Ross's cum. More and more of it, seeming to quell her fiery passion into flickering after-flickers, working from her core and seeping down the stretched walls of her cunt, nearing her clit.
Hot cum-honey oozed from her cunt around his prick and ran down onto her exposed clit with its delicious richness. His open hands steadied her quivering ass-cheeks.
Later, resting on her side with her head propped on a raised hand, Jenny said, "Aren't you supposed to be a busy executive type."
"That's me."
"Then why are you spending week-day afternoons in museums? Looking for women?"
He chuckled. "I just needed to get away from the office for a while."
"Pressure-packed, huh?"
"Yeah."
"I'm not criticizing your methods, but have you ever tried talking about it? Or just talking it out?"
"Thought about, yes. Tried, no."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. Who's interested in my problems?" She gave him a nudge with her free hand.
Lloyd didn't ask her how she was or anything, just went straight to the main question. It told her that he hadn't sent her on a wild goose chase. It also told her she probably wasn't going to ever make him jealous. But, of course, that was the least of the challenges facing her.
"What did you find out?"
"There's a merger in the offing," Jenny informed over the phone. "But not with the company you think."
"Oh?"
"It's with another one. He wants to help the owners avoid a takeover."
"Hot shit, baby. What's it called?"
"He didn't say."
"You didn't ask?"
"I'd already dug pretty deep and didn't want to tip him off. What does it matter anyway? Buy stock in Feldman's company and you'll still make out like a bandit."
"I'll buy stock in both and make out like a double bandit. Hell, maybe ah three. Get me the name, will you?"
"You're the boss."
CHAPTER FIVE
She was having lunch, alone, in a rooftop restaurant, mulling over her problems, when she began to sense she was being stared at. Glancing around, she at first didn't catch anyone at it. Then her eyes seemed drawn to a point on the far side of the room.
She recognized Ray Walton immediately. It sent a cool sort of shudder through her-or was it something else entirely? Ray Walton. Damn it to hell.
Seeing that she'd spotted him, Ray picked up his after dinner coffee and came walking over to her table. Jenny found herself unable to tear her eyes from his clean-edged features, the subdued ruggedness of the man, the deep, smoldering gaze.
"I recognized you right away too," he murmured.
"Hello Ray," she said aloofly. "Planning to join me?"
He pulled out a chair and sat. "Planning to turn me away? Again?"
He said that last word lightly, but somehow it cut into her. She had turned him away once before, when he proposed marriage.
Jenny drew a breath. "I didn't know you were in town."
"In town to stay. I've left the firm, gone into partnership with a couple of law school buddies."
"Really," she said, aware of the stiffness in her reply.
"Maybe we'll see more of each other," he added slyly.
"Ray," she countered, "if you're planning to make trouble for me... "
"Go on," he said, impudent now. "Make me a threat."
"You haven't changed."
"Neither have you," he replied, more serious now. "Although you do look a little down. Problems?"
"Marital, you hope?"
"I'm not the kid of guy to say I told you so."
"Since when?"
"Trust me. When you finally dump that guy the only thing I want to say to you is 'I do'."
Jenny stared, again unable to tear her eyes from him. She believed he actually meant it. Even now, after throwing him over for what she had foolishly thought would be something better, after all this time, he still wanted her, and had no hard feelings whatsoever.
"Got anything planned for this afternoon?" Ray asked.
"Why?"
"We'll go for a walk in the park and reminisce."
"I don't think so."
"Hard to get, huh? Well, I've learned a few things. You'll go." And she did.
Well, her refusal had only been half-hearted anyway. And when he went to work on her with a mixture of logic and a direct appeal to her sense of whimsy, she was done for. He still had the old black magic, only more so.
Back in college they'd been two of many who lived for parties. Especially those that tended to erupt into varied carnal activity. It was at one of those where they met.
She'd gone upstairs to look for something more adventurous than the necking and petting going on in the living room. She found an empty room and a big enough bed, and lay down in the blue light of a TV to wait for whoever might come along. It was Ray. Now more than ever she suspected he'd followed her up there.
Kids, they lay across the bed and watched television but soon found one another much more magnetic than the screen. He found out she was a good kisser and she found out he was a good kisser and within moments they were glued to one another.
"This feels like the start of something big," he had marveled.
She had reached between his legs. "This feels like the start of something big," she had said, giving his cock and balls a cozy squeeze.
Ray responded by fitting a hand on the crotch on her cut-offs and rubbing in massaging fashion. She curved her pussy to the knowing hand and moved with it, glad she didn't have to hold back.
"I hope we're not starting something we can't finish," young Ray said.
"I never ball on the first date."
"Oh no," he groaned.
"Fortunately, this isn't a date." She rolled on top of him and, crouching there, rubbed his growing cock with her pussy. They could feel each other's heat through their clothes.
Of course, that wasn't enough for either of them. Ray especially. Already he was wrestling her clothes off, the more he saw of her fully developed body the more he wanted to see.
Then it became his turn, and he willingly surrendered ever stitch to her ravenous hands. It impressed her that he wanted to eat her out even before she'd made a move toward his hard-on. In the light of the TV she straddled his shoulders, sank her spread crotch back onto his face, and lowered her mouth to his waiting pussy.
She swallowed his cock whole and felt him trying to do the same for her. Some guys loved sex and some loved her, but this boy loved both, it seemed. A real prize. She knew it then...
Now...
Strolling along with him on this summer afternoon, listening to his story of the intervening years, Jenny didn't feel she was getting a taste of what she'd been missing out on. She was getting a taste of what she now couldn't have.
Okay, maybe she could admit her mistake and divorce Gifford. Knowing Ray wouldn't rub salt in her wounded pride would make it easier. Knowing she had Ray to turn to would help too. But as long as Lloyd was out there, with his blackmail, she was stuck. Ray could forgive a lot, but what she had been doing? No. It would be too much.
They stopped, facing one another.
"How's married life?" he asked simply.
"All right."
If he sensed some sort of cover-up he let it pass. He held her gaze a moment, then said, "I just made a down-payment on a house. Wanna drive by?"
"Well," Jenny murmured. "What harm could it do?"
It was a sprawling, traditional sort of place in a fashionable suburb near her own. They stopped, naturally, and went in, of course. Maybe she couldn't have Ray, but she couldn't leave him just yet. Couldn't just turn her back. Not yet.
"Care for a look at the bedroom?" Ray asked lightly.
"We might as well go all the way," she found herself saying, just as lightly. It was appealingly decorated in French Provincial, a little elegant for him but the place had come furnished and he was too busy to change anything. "And maybe when I have time, it'll be a cooperative effort."
They were standing by a window overlooking a spacious back yard and pool area. She was facing him. She was feeling an emptiness between her legs and a carnal itch deeper inside. She knew that Ray wanted her.
Weight shifting on one leg, she half-leaned toward him. She idly fingered a button of his jacket.
"I can't make any promises," she said, "but I'd like us to have a nice fuck, Ray. Any objections?"
He lifted a hand to the nook of her waist and drew her close. "No objections."
The kiss was instant, and immediately intimate. He claimed her mouth with his tongue and caught her soul with old, sweet memories, stirred her libido with his manly presence. She leaned her tummy in against him and felt the rise of his prick.
"God I want to fuck you," Ray breathed. "Suck you, lick you, touch you, hold you... " She laughed softly, a little drunk with rapture.
"Kiss me?" she suggested, and he did.
Jenny wanted to be taken by him. Wanted to find out if anything wholesome could still have an effect on her, could still have any meaning for her. She already had a tantalizing clue. She had to have more.
They moved to the nearby bed, her rubbery legs barely carrying her that far. They sat down close together and smooched some more. Jenny lay back and Ray lowered on top of her, their bodies pressing.
Ray softly touched her face, looking at her with a tenderness that she had forgotten could exist. It was going back to what she'd given up, it was going forward to what she couldn't have, but it was here now, happening, and she gave herself over to it completely.
She nimbly undid the upper buttons of her blouse and pulled it open. She ran her hand over her tits, squeezing one, then the other, lifting them in offering to his horny urges.
Ray's hand slid down onto the plumpness of her tits and caressed into them. A shine came into his eyes as he looked at their perfect fullness, and he lowered a familiar mouth to them.
"You always felt so good on my tits," Jenny said sighingly. "I love the way you touch them."
Sucking repeatedly at a stiffening nipple, he reached down to pull up her skirt and slid his hand onto her satin-covered pussy.
"And here?" he asked.
"You know I love that." She squirmed on the bed, draping her near leg over his legs to give him open access to her cunt.
"You always tasted to good," he said then, sweeping his tongue down the middle of her body. "I'm gonna suck you now."
"Yesss," Jenny gasped. "Suck me. Anything you want!"
Shucking jacket and tie, Jenny helping things along by whisking off her panties, Ray knelt before her at the side of the bed. He pushed her legs back and apart and feasted his eyes on the spread of her crotch and pussy.
"As gorgeous as ever," he murmured, lowering to it. He took in her baking aromas and saw her squirm with yearning.
He flicked his tongue at the upper portion of her fuck-slit, then over and over again. Jenny's head rolled back, a widening grin stretching her lips.
"As sexy as ever," she murmured. Reaching a hand down between her back-angled thighs, she pried open her cunt-flesh and showed him the swelling clit his tongue had been brushing over, just out of reach.
"Mmmmmmm," he moaned, and took the pink bud between wetly puckered lips.
And she answered, "You haven't lost a thing, lover."
He hadn't. And it was enough to lance her with shame. How could she have been so foolish as to take Gifford over Ray? She knew it had something to do with Ray starting at the bottom upon leaving school and Gifford going right into management, but really, what was a little modest living when a woman had this to keep her warm?
"Your tongue is so good," she marveled, writhing sensuously on the bedding. "Do what you used to do for me, will you, Ray, honey?"
Right away she felt the swirling wash of his tongue move down on her cunt entrance and begin to burrow inward. Her intimate flesh opened for him, quivering with excitement, gushing wetly in unabashed welcome. Soon he was plunging his tongue into her like the crafty stud of old.
"Nnnnn-ooohhh, that's wild," Jenny moaned.
"Gonna... make... you... come," he said between delves into her increasingly juicy cunt.
"Ooohhh nnoooo," she protested girlishly. "I want you to come first."
He gave a soft laugh, flattered, pleased, but he persisted at her pussy. Jenny squirmed away. She did want him to come first. It seemed only right, somehow. She was still nuts about him.
Ray kept after her, stabbing with his wicked probe, virtually chasing her across the bed, bit by bit. More determined, Jenny brought her thighs together about his head and twisted her hips to one side. He twisted with her, caught in her trap. She rolled and swung up onto her knees, upright over his face.
He didn't put up any fight. He still had her pussy on his smiling mouth and continued licking up into her. For the time being, as she got out of her clothes, working the open skirt up and off, Jenny let him gnaw at her pussy. The exertion had taken some of the edge off her excitement. He was simply restoking her fires. And passion. And determination.
"Now, my fine man," she said, working from his mouth and down his straddled body, "you're gonna get your cock sucked like it hasn't been sucked in years, and you're gonna come like you haven't in years."
"You talk a good story," Ray teased.
"You just watch."
Astride of his lower legs, the weight of her body on them to keep him from getting ideas, Jenny opened his pants with a deliberate slowness. Making him wait, she eased them from his hips. The curled lump in his briefs proved tempting as all get out, but Jenny maintained discipline. She worked his underwear down bit by bit.
His pubic hair spilled out into the open. His cock had room to straighten out and it swelled under its covering. Jenny exposed the base and watched it thicken for a moment, then bowed low and kissed it.
Her mouth watered. Holding herself close, she pulled at his briefs again. Ray lifted his hips and let his underwear slip from his ass, and more of his stiffening prick.
One inch, two inches, more, his cock threatened to go on forever. The more she saw the less restraint she felt, and fairly whisked Ray's briefs down his muscular thighs. His eager cock sprang up into the air and fell back over his cock-bush and lower belly, seemed to try to rise again and slumped back down, like some newborn beast trying to find its legs.
Jenny smiled with a mixture of fond recollection and growing lust as she stared at it, watched the still-growing prick flop sluggishly around.
To help it along she crouched lower and, chin in the hollow between Ray's legs, she flicked her tongue out against his haired sac of balls. She continued working her down-curled tongue tip against them, bright eyes glued to the sight of his prick struggling valiantly to an upright position.
It got so that every pulse of Ray's heart fed it with that much more strength, and it notched steadily upward. Every pulse-beat followed a flick of Jenny's tongue, and it seemed that she was directly responsible, and she smiled widely.
With another man, it would have been sordid and lewd. With Ray, it was simple, good clean fun. With Ray, she forgot that she was married. She forgot everything. Probably because, in her heart, she knew this was where she belonged.
Jenny understood now. With other men, everything was an act of rebellion against the staid, proper life she had chosen for herself. The more decent and upstanding she felt obliged to appear the more depraved she wanted to behave. Her life with Gifford was riddled with phoni-ness, and she hated it.
But she wasn't thinking about that now. She wasn't thinking of anything beyond this room, beyond this bed, beyond Ray and his gorgeous cock.
Jenny marveled at his cock's length and thickness, the smooth flawlessness of the risen fuck-shaft. She ran a hand up one side of it, felt her fingers being compelled to wrap around the pulsing fuck-meat and slide back down in an adoring caress.
She felt herself being drawn forward, her lips going to the base of the underside. She kissed him there, licked in the salty-sweetness of his sweat. She kissed upward on the broad cock-meat, fairly worshipping it with her soft lips, holding it delicately in a hand.
Her eyes focused beyond the standing prick. Ray was up on both elbows, watching her with a fond, enjoying look, soaking in her every move. She felt a twinge of guilt that he still loved her. She didn't feel worthy of it. But at the same time, she was glad to have it.
Jenny kissed up to the tip of his cock-length and found a plump drop of pre-cum waiting for her. She wiped it away with her tongue, ran her thumb up his underside and squeezed out another drop, tongued that into her mouth.
Rocking forward and up over the virile cock, she simply sank her mouth onto it. She took a breath and went the rest of the way down, throating Ray with a loving gesture of giving and want.
Air hissed in through his teeth and he groaned. "Oh, what that does to me. It's been too long for us, Jenny. Much too long!"
She felt the same way but couldn't pull her mouth from his prick long enough to say so. She could only pull up to the lavishly flared head, then had to go gliding back down the throbbing cock, burying her nose in his pubic hair.
Ray relinquished another heartfelt moan.
"Oh, what that does to me. You are gonna make me come, you wild thing. And fast!"
This time she moaned, and lifted and lowered her head in the first stages of attack on his prick.
Her head bobbed and bobbed, picking up speed in a way that was hard for the eye to notice. She turned her head this way and that, twisting her sucking mouth on his cock-rod, grinding on his flesh. Her naked body undulated and swayed as she made her moves, a further treat for Ray's captivated eyes.
Eyes closed, her mouth sucking and slurping, Jenny went at him with total devotion. Then there was urgency in her motions as she became almost frantic to have his climax.
Ray was at her mercy, in total surrender, consumed by excitement. His head rolled in carnal delirium. He was reaching the point where he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was sweeping him along on a magic carpet, higher and higher.
His body trembled with rapture, then bucked once. His cock flexed hard and he was gushing cock-juice into her waiting, wanting throat, and his climax was happening, and continuing to happen, churning, shooting, crashing, fairly knocking the wind out of him.
As his cock-meat began to soften and his jets of cum settled into lazy oozes, Jenny glanced up his body. He was lying flat, gone limp, chest heaving deeply and steadily. She smiled an inner smile of satisfaction.
"Jenny?" he said dazedly.
"Come up here and let me have your cum."
"Sure you're up to it?" she asked.
"Now, honey-baby," he insisted groggily. "I want your sweet-meat. I want to suck a big one out of your hot cunt-hole. Now, honey-baby. Now!"
Jenny eagerly scampered up over his body, kneeling over his face, lowering her tumid cunt onto his up-reaching lips. His flesh was spent, but his spirit was willing, and his sense of giving was all there.
His tongue swirled up into her honeyed lining and slowly pulled out, curled, scraping sticky sweetness from her inner cunt-walls.
"Aaaaahhhh," Jenny moaned, "that's the way I like it. I've missed it so much!"
Getting some strength back, Ray lifted his hands along her hourglass flanks. Continuing to scoop in and out of her running pussy, he closed his hands on her jutting tits and squeezed outward. He'd always known how to please her tits as well, and his touches couldn't have been more welcome.
Now it was her flesh that came under attack, her body that would have to relinquish a come.
Jenny felt totally inundated with knowing stimulation. Her arousal burned hotter and hotter, spreading out to fill every nook and cranny of resistance.
Her hips swayed from side to side, grinding her fiery cunt-flesh against Ray's mouth. Every long, luscious stab of his probe seemed to go right through her, lancing her with bolts of erotic energy. She was breaking up inside, giving way until everything seemed to fuse and she was into her orgasm.
Rush after rush of potent sensation seared through her system, thrilling her to the breaking point with exquisite release. Her fuck-oils flowed, and she felt them being sucked from her by Ray's adoring mouth. She only wished there could have been more for him.
Her ass moved back onto his upper chest and Jenny let herself lie back on top of him. Her head settled on his hip. Ray bunched a pillow under his head and resumed flicking his tongue at her spread pussy.
"Can't get enough," he mumbled.
Jenny smiled, basking in the warm and sexy feelings of togetherness and aftermath. It held its own rather well against the return of the here and now. Gifford. And Lloyd.
Ray held his tongue all of a sudden, letting both hands slide down from her tits, fingertips coming to her pussy. He started using them on her, flirting in and out of her wet fuck-hole in a playful manner.
Jenny felt her troubles go skittering away again and her smile widened.
"Are you trying to make me horny again?" she said knowingly.
"Suck on me," he answered. "We'll do each other a favor."
Jenny turned her head to his cock. It was already showing signs of reviving. She reached over her shoulder with a hand and pulled at it for a moment, kneading the spongy tube of cock-meat, then taking it into the wet warmth of her mouth.
She gave him squeezes and easy sucks, felt his gradual response. Then she got a better idea. She wanted him inside her cunt anyway.
Jenny rolled off Ray, swung around, took him by the shoulders and pulled him over on top of her. She folded her legs back to either side of him and, reaching down, stuffed his rubbery, half-hard prick into her pussy.
"Now I can feel you getting hard," she pointed out.
"I can feel you stretching out!" He grinned.
Relaxing together, letting their fuck organs take their own natural course, they kissed long and sweetly. Jenny gazed up into Ray's ador- ing eyes.
"You want me, don't you," she stated. "For keeps."
"I was wondering when it was going to come out."
"I don't expect it to happen overnight, but it's going to happen."
"I'm going to need that time."
"Don't be a stranger."
She squirmed under him. Her cunt-flesh was scraped by his penetrating cock. "You're getting big. Real big!"
"You're getting hot. The hottest... We'll come together this time."
" Love it," she enthused, forgetting the problems she would still have to face.
CHAPTER SIX
Two days later Jenny was stil trying to find a way out from under Lloyd's thumb when he phoned with another task her wished her to perform.
"A representative of an eastern conglomerate is coming out for a few days. We'll be discussing a loan, but she'll have a lot of free time. I need someone to keep her entertained."
"A woman?"
"Her name's Nora Harper."
"If she's lezzie why don't you just blackmail her to get what you want?"
"Because her father's chairman of the board, and he knows. He probably prefers it this way-saves him from the threat of unbearable sons-in-law."
"Funny, Lloyd."
"Anyway, she's flying in tomorrow afternoon. Pick her up at the airport and get acquainted."
Nora Harper proved to be a remarkably attractive redhead in her early thirties. Neatly dressed, elegantly coiffed, walking with a confident stride. But her eyes were readily intimate, not off-putting or all business. She appeared pleased to be greeted by someone as lovely as Jenny.
The chauffeur carried out Nora's luggage and a twenty-minute hmo ride later they were at the hotel. Jenny went in with her to make sure everything went smoothly at the desk."
"Do stick around," Nora said then. "You may still come in handy."
So Jenny went up to the suite with her.
She sensed what was in store. Lloyd had warned her to be ready for anything. She supposed that she was. Anyway, she had gone girl-girl before and found it fun. And Nora was a sexy piece.
Nora tipped the bellman and they were alone in the outer room. Nora's intimate look became even cosier as she turned to Jenny. In the limo she had asked what Jenny's position was at Lloyd's company and Jenny had said, "You might say I'm under Mr. Slade."
"Not too often, I hope," Nora had said to that.
"No," Jenny murmured confidingly. "Not too often."
So Nora had a pretty good idea what Jenny was there for. All she had to do was ask.
"I trust you don't have to be anywhere soon?" Nora said, shifting closer.
"I'm at your service."
"What a pleasant thought." Nora smiled, and Jenny smiled with her. Was it just her or was Nora a terribly seductive woman?
Nora fingered a button of Jenny's blazer and said, "That was a long trip. I could use a shower."
Jenny let her weight shift toward the slightly older woman. "Would you like me to wash your back?"
"I knew you'd come in handy," Nora smiled affectionately. She lifted her hand and ran the backs of her fingers along Jenny's cheeks.
Jenny slipped out of her jacket, dropped it. Stepping back and turning to the bedroom door, she loosened her skirt at the back and let it drop as she proceeded, stepping nimbly clear of the cloth puddle. Her blouse went next, dropped as she entered the bedroom, continuing to the bathroom.
She was at a strolling pace. Nora was following her a few steps back, watching, enjoying that part of it.
Shoes, bra, panties, finally garter belt and nylons inside the bathroom, after turning on the spray and after Nora entered.
The redhead drew near, feasting her eyes on the buxom blonde. She slipped off her jacket and Jenny lifted her hands to help with the rest of Nora's clothes. The closeness was stirring, the getting naked was exciting. And having a sensuous woman to play with made for a tasty change of pace for Jenny.
It helped that Nora had one sexy build. Her tits were plenty ample, body tapering in to a waist that almost seemed too small to hold her up, then husky hips and full, sinewy thighs and long legs. Skin polished and white.
"Mmmmmmm," Jenny enthused, her hands going to Nora's bod, sliding around on the smooth surface to jutting globes of ass-cheek. Their big tits pressed together with rising warmth, and the two women partook_of their" first kiss.
First gentle, almost shy, then comfortable and, in short order, deliciously intimate. Nora's probe delved into the saucy sweetness of Jenny's mouth and the two women were bonded together for a long moment.
"I'm gonna love running my hands all over you," Jenny murmured.
"Maybe I can return the favor," Nora hinted.
Jenny took her by the hand and led her into the roomy but cosy stall. The water was just right. Jenny put Nora under the spray and slowly turned her around, then reached for the soap.
She started with Nora's back, letting the woman stand with her tits under the jetting hot water for these first few moments. She worked briskly from shoulder to waist, then slowed the pace, teasing the cake of soap into the deep cleft of Nora's jutting rump. Looking over a shoulder, Nora was showing a delighted look.
With a caressing hand, Jenny spread lather over Nora's ass-cheeks with frequent sweeps into the ass-crack and lewd dives underneath. Then squatting, it was on to Nora's thighs and legs in massaging fashion.
Jenny stood and turned the redhead's back to the spray, leaving the rinsing to occur on its own as she passed the soap above and beneath and finally onto the jut of Nora's terrific tits. Jenny had forgotten how much wicked fun it was to have a vibrant pair of tits to play with and delighted in getting re-acquainted.
Leaving the hobbling splendor of Nora's tits, Jenny ventured downward. Nora pressed her tummy forward against the sweeping caresses of Jenny's soapy hands and held herself that way as Jenny reached farther down.
Jenny rubbed soap into the copper tuft of cunt-hair and drew foam from it. In swirling fashion she worked in underneath Nora, then stroking to and fro directly against the woman's soft, heating pussy.
"Pretty hot," Jenny remarked. "It really must have been a long trip."
"All those sexy stewardesses." Nora grinned, lifting her arms onto Jenny's shoulders. The blonde responded by letting the front of her body lean into the slick sexiness of the older woman and, pressing into the lewd slipperiness and warm skin, kissed her ravenously. Jenny felt herself tremble.
Nora pulled from her and turned for a quick rinse, then stepped aside and drew Jenny up to the spray.
"Your turn," Nora said with a wicked glint. Nora moved in behind Jenny, drawing the blonde back from the cascade of water. Press- ing her heavy tits into Jenny's back, Nora reached around and began to soap the younger woman's torso.
Jenny welcomed the erotic contact like a breath of fresh air. It surprised her now that she had not gone girl-girl more often in the past.
Nora set the soap on its tray and started playing open hands over and under and around on Jenny's out-arching tit-cones. Her touch was caressing and testing and appreciating, and for long moments the lush redhead couldn't seem to get enough of Jenny's plump charms.
"I guess I'm a tit girl at heart," Nora confided. "And you have such a fantastic pair."
"You're pretty well hung in that department yourself," Jenny answered. "I can't wait to suck on them."
"My kind of girl," Nora smiled. "Let's see how your pussy feels."
Nora's hands glided down the front of Jenny's steamy bod. She had passed the soap down this way a couple times, and over Jenny's cunt-bush, and lather was instant. Nora delved a hand between Jenny's thighs without a hint of shyness and rubbed at the soft folds of pussy.
Jenny's body arched with arousal as the knowing caresses sent hot tingles up her cunt-chute, on up her spine to tantalize her mind. Those long, slender fingers were hitting on all the good spots, and that was just on the outside.
Jenny twisted her head back and found Nora's mouth with her own. The two women kissed soulfully for a long moment, Nora hugging Jenny closer, continuing to saw her hand back and forth on the blonde's percolating pussy.
"You're such a turn-on," Jenny breathed. "Why don't we towel down and get our horny asses into bed?"
Nora gave a soft and affectionate laugh and guided Jenny back in under the nozzle. With caressing hands she helped rinse off the blondes' tits and pussy. She took a last turn herself under the torrid spray and then they left the shower behind them.
Each took a towel and went at the other, rubbing briskly over backs and legs, languidly over tits and tummies and pussies. In short order they were ready for bed.
Jenny flicked the towel end at Nora and got chased from the bathroom. Nora executed a pretty fair tackle from behind and the two of them crashed onto the big wide bed. Laughing, shrieking, whooping with fun, they wrestled around on it, rolled around together, making a game of their tussle.
Getting short of breath, they settled down some. On their sides, their legs were entwined, pussy-mounds and tummies rubbing, tits touching. Their hands were interlocked in the last vestiges of playful struggle, holding on gently, conceding the draw but still ready for a flare-up.
Eyes bright, their cheeks and bodies nicely pinked, emanating inviting heat. Noses almost touching, they let themselves lean closer and try another kiss. The timing was right. The only wrestling they wanted to do now was with their tongues. They indulged freely, letting their hands separate so they could embrace.
"Sexy bitch," Nora breathed. "I want you so much."
"Take me," Jenny encouraged wantingly.
She sagged limply onto the bedding and flattened her shoulders on it, arms flopping out wide.
"Take me," she said again, sighingly, in complete surrender.
Nora wouldn't wait. Couldn't wait. She took another juicy kiss from Jenny's mouth, then moved down onto the blonde's delicate throat. Keeping their legs entwined, she continued on down to Jenny's chest.
Jenny felt a fantastically sensuous pair of lips close about her left nipple, felt them pull at her pulpy stump of sensitive flesh, and thrilled all over. Different from a man's touch, like new, and very knowing. Delicious. Something else she could thank Lloyd for.
She could, but she wouldn't. She didn't know what she had planned for Lloyd yet, but thanking him for all the kicks wasn't going to be any part of it.
Nora sucked at the burgeoning nipple until it burned with hardness. Then she went to the far peak, squeezing a hand into the creamy come of flesh as she sucked this tit-point to erection as well. Then it was their mutual pleasure for her to bring her tongue in on the action, flirting it all over the tops of Jenny's tits.
Jenny trembled with rising excitement. "If you're that good with my pussy I'm gonna go crazy!"
"I want your pussy."
"Oh God," Jenny said in a thick, gurgly voice. Then, softer, "Ohhhhhh, I want yours too, Nora. Can I have it?"
"Of course," Nora assured. She lifted from Jenny's tits, pulled her legs free and shifted around.
Jenny's insides flinched with anticipation, and then she saw Nora's crotch and pussy spread wide above her as the woman straddled her shoulders. Jenny liftd her hands to the broad, womanly ass to hold her in place so she could properly take in the potently erotic view.
Full, sexy ass, deep crack, dainty little pink asshole, and underneath, the full-fledged folds of a mature woman's cunt, a cunt that had seen a lot of action and was ripe for more, the whole package scrubbed clean and fresh. It was nothing less than mouth-watering.
"Oh yes," Jenny enthused, "that's just what I want."
Her long fingers dug into the flesh of Nora's ass and pulled the woman back and down. Jenny lifted her mouth to the dangling folds of cunt and stretched crotch with her tongue out and flat, and started licking at the swelling cunt-meat with lewd enthusiasm.
Down below, she lifted her knees apart and drew them back. She let Nora's arms settle on the backs of her thighs as the woman put open hands on Jenny's upturned ass-cheeks. She felt warm breath stir hairs on her cunt-bush and again Jenny's insides drew tight with anticipation.
"I love cunt," she heard Nora say. "I love looking at it, I love eating it. And sweetheart, you have the tastiest looking little cunt I've seen in a long time!"
Delighted by such an expert assessment, Jenny squirmed. She drew her knees back farther and lifted her ass higher, rotating it in sexy invitation.
Nora drew open Jenny's cunt and let it close. She inhaled the fresh, percolating odors and saw the increasing wetness around the fuck-hole beneath the outer folds.
"Oh yes, this is one sexy piece of tail you've got here," Nora enthused, stretching Jenny open again.
Jenny took her busy mouth from Nora's saliva-coated, pooched-out cunt long enough to speak.
"Ohhhh, stop teasing me," she lamented. "You know I need you to lick me. Please suck my pussy for me, Nors!"
"Yes angel, right away," Nora soothed.
True to her word, in the next instant she was lolling the tip of her tongue up and down on the splayed inner folds of Jenny's cunt. Dig-ging her fingertips deeper, she exposed the fuck-slit itself and, with a minor upward adjustment, the coral spike of Jenny's burgeoning clit.
Easing the end of her probe forward and back, Nora worked from the bottom of the slit on up to the waiting, yearning clit. She circled it with feather-softness, then eased the wet tip over the top and back, over and back, a little heavier, then hit it with a zillion super-quick flutters of her practised tongue.
"Aaaaannnnhhhhh!" Jenny cried out in surprise and delight at the sudden outburst of tor- rid sensation. "Mmmmmm, oooohhh, you're good. You are so good."
In a further gesture of appreciation, she pulled Nora's cunt open and whipped her tongue against the woman's puffy clit. The redhead gave an excited twitch and laughed enjoyingly.
"I love a girl with some spunk," she remarked.
"You're gonna have my spunk before long."
"Promise?"
Jenny squirmed, rotating her ass. "Can't you tell?"
Grinning, Nora flicked her tongue into Jenny's gaping cunt-gash. At the other end, Jenny followed the older woman's lead and gave oral penetration to the spread cunt before her.
It was grand to have the feel of smooth inner thighs on her cheeks again, the fragrance of hated pussy firing her brain, those meaty hand-fuls of ass up there to squeeze and ogle. Something she hadn't had since college. With Ray, and now this, it was a week for old times. Maybe she should look on it all as a kind of omen, a signal that things were about to start all over. Oh, she did hope so. Nora pushed her firmed tongue in deeper and Jenny reciprocated in kind. Nora's stretched lips settled on the spread-out inner pink of Jenny's cunt as she burrowed even deeper.
Jenny felt the pressure on her cunt entrance and applied the same to Nora's increasingly fiery pussy. The neat thing about it, apart from the deep driving of tongues, was the contact of each lower lip on extended clit. Every little movement fed one thrill or another into the sensitized clits.
Each woman held her mouth tight to the other's gaping pussy. They withdrew their tongues and scraped them in deep again, curving one way and then another, stroking, caressing, packing wad after wad of explosive sensation into each other's cunt.
But there was more than one way to set off the erotic fuse, as Nora became keen to demonstrate. Taking her tongue from Jenny's fuck-hole and her mouth from the opened flesh, she pillowed a cheek on one of Jenny's upturned ass-globes and flirted two neighboring fingertips into the naturally parted cunt-folds.
Jenny was still playing follow the leader, and let her head settle back onto the bedding as she let one hand sneak in to Nora's cunt and begin to enter the open gash. She was horny as hell, but for some reason was content to let Nora run the show. She'd never had a woman this experienced or giving before. It was a privelege to let the luscious redhead have free rein and for her to tag along for the ride.
Nora worked her fingers back and forth and from side to side as she continued sliding them into the wet, quivery lining of Jenny's cunt. She was caressing and teasing the flesh while opening it up, giving Jenny more and making her want more still.
Jenny knew just what was happening and made sure to return the pleasure. But was it her mind guiding her actions or her cunt? She wasn't even sure she had a mind anymore. Just cunt. Hot, horny cunt, telling her what to do.
Nora had her fingers in to the limit. Her thumb was turned back at the middle knuckle and was pressing in on Jenny's feverishly hot little clit. She rubbed from side to side and pressed in with her soggy fingers, and Jenny squirmed.
"You sexy little fox," Nora murmured. "You love it, don't you. You love lady fingers up your cunt and some frigging on your clit to ice the cake, don't you!"
Jenny craftily repeated the thumb-and-finger maneuver on Nora and witnessed the redhead's excited squirm of response.
"Pretty slutty for it yourself, aren't you," Jenny pointed out impudently.
"Yesss," Nora gasped, "oh yes, I love it just as much. I'm an even bigger slut than you are. I just love to do all these wicked things with naughty ladies, like watching from real close while I run my fingers in and out of hot and horny little cunts... " And that was just what she was doing, along with regular stimulation to Jenny's swollen clit.
Jenny said, "And you love to have it all done to you, I'll bet. You love rubbing your cunt all over a pretty face and having a tongue inside it and fingers going even deeper."
"We don't have any secrets from each other, I can see that." Nora smiled. "Oh Jenny, you're so good for me. I hope we can keep in touch!"
"I hope so too," Jenny answered truthfully. And this touched on another problem or obstacle between her and Ray. Was she a one-man-woman? Had she ever been? Could she ever be, even with Ray's love to hold her? Even if she could find a way to be with him, could she keep from betraying him?
It was something she had thought about, something she would think about again. Right now, well, it seemed Nora was on the verge of trying out another pleasure. Her fingertips had been languishing at the outer portions of Jenny's cunt-hole, as if becoming bored, or contemplating a fresher kick.
Jenny waited expectantly.
Both fingers finally eased up out of Jenny's cunt grasp, slick all over with fuck-juice. The forefinger curled back, leaving the middle finger alone. Its tip slid down across the brief barrier below Jenny's pussy and found her asshole.
Jenny had guessed that would be Nora's next move, but the reality of it still got to her in a deep way. Prompted by it, she shifted her middle finger and poised it at the brink of Nora's ass-chute.
As usual, Nora led the way. She pressed in with a swirling motion, drilling sensuously into Jenny's shit-hole. Her inner muscles gave way, closed up, gave way, not sure what to do, as if it mattered. There would be no stopping Nora's wicked finger.
There would be no stopping Jenny's penetrating digit either. She relished sliding her longest finger into Nora's ass almost as much as she was thrilling to the deep probing the saucy redhead was giving her.
Sinking that extended finger to the hand in one another's asshole, both women began immediate stroking. As that happened, thumbs and forefingers seemed to join together and were soon delving into wet, hot pussy with each anal thrust.
Two-pronged penetration, and as if that wasn't enough, Nora lifted her head and placed her lips on the erect, fleshy spike of Jenny's clit. She sucked on it with every slide of her deep-reaching fingers and, as Jenny answered in kind, both women felt their fuse being lit.
Seconds away from climax, they whipped their hands in blurring speed, sucking almost desperately on one another's sweetly stinging clit. They made the good things happen, setting off blast after blast of torrid release, wracking their bodies with a terrific pounding that went on and on, fairly knocking the wind out of them both.
Softening with one another, Nora's cunt stuffed itself into Jenny's mouth and the redhead's mouth engorged itself on the blonde cunt under her head. Exhaling heavily, moaning, they drifted through the pink, shivery blur of their sexy aftermath.
Presently Nora rolled off to one side and, perhaps because she was the younger one, Jenny lifted, shifted around, and lay down with her. They kissed pussy-juice from one another's mouth and flirted their tongues at one another.
"He may even get what he deserves," Jenny murmured to that, before surrendering herself to another of Nora's succulent smooches.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"That was quite a job you did on Nora Harper," Lloyd said to Jenny in a bright mood. They were in his secret condo, sitting down to a catered lunch.
"Piece o'cake," Jenny answered.
"Nice to see you're getting the hang of this."
"Get some long term blackmail plans, have you?"
He chuckled in his indulgent way. "We'll see."
"What about the short term, then? I don't suppose you asked me here today just to say thanks, or to feed me."
"Gotta keep up your strength," he joked. But from the wolfish way he was looking at her Jenny knew she was right in her hunch.
Frankly, she couldn't have been happier. It meant she had him right where she wanted him. She had figured out a way to rid herself of Lloyd-nothing ingenious, really, just a tape recorder in her purse.
"Teh me something, Lloyd," Jenny said conversationally. "You're married to the boss's daughter, you're successful in your own right, what makes you so desperate for more of it?"
"If something's there for the taking, I take it." He shrugged. It was that simple.
"Something tells me that apphed to your wife once."
LLoyd smirked guiltily. Then, in a moment of candor that she had hardly dared hope for, he said, "Best little investment I ever made, that marriage."
"You're a bastard, LLoyd."
"It's a living."
Right there Jenny figured she had enough to reach a draw with Lloyd in this immoral contest. Especially when coupled with just how he'd been using her. But what could she do? Just get up and walk out? He'd be instantly suspicious and stop her. He'd find the tape recorder and thre would go her last chance.
True, maybe she could get away with it. But it was still a maybe, and where her future was concerned she wasn't going to take any chances.
Jenny changed the subject, then went on with the meal. Done with the main course, Jenny looked across to Lloyd and said, "No dessert?"
"You'll do." He grinned.
"I should have guessed," she remarked. "How do you want me?"
"Surprise me."
Jenny gave it only a few seconds thought before she came up with something. Pushing her chair back, she lowered onto her knees on the plush carpet and ducked gracefully under the table. Moving toward Lloyd, she drew her purse along with her, setting it by the table leg to his left. A little extra evidence wouldn't hurt.
Jenny moved up between his parted knees under the table as she reached for his fly. Reaching in, she found his cock was a good three quarters of its way to full hardness.
"You've been looking forward to this, haven't you," Jenny remarked, playing a hand up and down his cock-shaft, watching it swell farther.
"You get sexier every time I see you," Lloyd confided. "Hell, every time I think about you."
"Do you think about me a lot, Lloyd?" she asked, stroking with a tighter grip now.
"Mm-hm," he said pleasantly. She could picture him up there, grinning like an angel.
"Do you think about me when you're with your wife?"
"Mmm-hmmmm."
"When you're fucking her?"
"Especially then."
"Am I a better fuck than she is?"
"Yeah."
"Am I a better suck?"
"Hell yes."
"Good," Jenny said, and took Lloyd's up-angled prick into the wet warmth of her mouth. She sucked down, squeezing his smooth size into her throat.
"Ooooohhhh," Lloyd groaned heavily. "Oh, that's so good. Nobody can suck a cock like you can, Jenny baby!"
Enjoy it, she thought to herself. It's gonna be your last time around.
In a way, it marked an end for Jenny as well. After today she would be springing for the divorce and making plans to be with Ray. No more rebellion, no more flirting with danger, no more getting burned, no more suffering for the sake of her foolish pride. It sure put her in a good mood.
Sucking languidly on Lloyd's prick, she began to enjoy it. What the hell? It was a nice prick, even if it did belong to a bastard. It had given her one hell of a come, once. Or had it been twice?
But shit, there she went, getting carried away again. Feelings of doubt flitted across her mind. The way she loved cock, and even pussy, would Ray be enough for her. Would any one man?
Anxious not to think about it, Jenny gave herself over to pulling a chmax out of Lloyd's sexy cock. She went at him with an ever-growing sense of urgency, always just a little ahead of his level of arousal, sexily luring it on.
Beyond the erotic intimacy, beyond the lewdness, there lay the simple pleasure of showing a big, hard, tough cock just who was the boss. Taking a virile rod of fuck-meat and making it gush with cum. It never failed to satisfy.
"Suck me," Lloyd moaned, "keep on sucking me like that. Throat me, lick me, squeeze me-oh yeah baby, like that, like that." She could sense the bubbling heat of his jizz now and a part of her yearned for it. Jenny swept her mouth up and down the reddened cock-length, her head twisting from side to side as she ground her tight lips and broad tongue against his fire-filled flesh.
Jenny slaved up and down his prick. And up above Lloyd was blathering on just as incoherently. His thighs pressed in on her shoulders and she readied herself.
His cock spasmed from way inside and streaked the roof of her mouth with its first jet of gooey cream. Then, in the next heartbeat, another, and another and another, and he was flooding her with his gobs of tasty ball-juice.
Jenny slurped it in, felt it wash over the insides of her mouth. She swallowed it down in portions, just like dessert after ah. It seemed only logical then that Lloyd would want his, too.
She shnked out from under the table and stood, close by Lloyd. He touched a hand to the inside of her nyloned leg and reached slowly upward. She loosened her dress and lifted it off, following it with her bra.
Turning to the table, she cleared a space for herself in front of Lloyd simply by pushing everything back out of the way, tablecloth and all. She sat where his plate had been, leaned back on straight arms, lifted her heels to his shoulders.
"Dessert is served," she purred.
Lloyd's hands closed on the hip strands of her panties. She dug her heels in and lifted her ass, knees pointing out to either side as he pulled the flimsy undies from her ass and crotch.
Lowering her cushioning ass-cheeks back onto the cool of the table, she drew both legs back and together, allowing Lloyd to breeze her panties off. He pushed his chair back and dropped to his knees before her, visibly hungering for her heating cunt. Holding her knees back, Jenny let her legs spread.
"Gonna lick you, baby," he breathed, shifting in closer. "Gonna eat you right out. Gonna show you how hot pussy should get sucked!"
"Ooooooh," Jenny cooed with a wriggle, "I can't wait. Do it to me!"
Lloyd licked into the folds of her pussy without holding back, not able to hold back. The knowing, confident presses of his tongue sent rich curls of arousal up through her body, and she saw that it was now her pussy's turn to find out who was the boss.
His tongue flicking at her clit, trying to dig in for direct contact, Jenny let her legs ease forward. She settled the backs of her thighs on his shoulders and pressed them in against his ears, his cheeks. She crossed her ankles down on his back.
She held him in close against her. She tilted her pussy out to give him plenty of access and took to grinding her baking cunt against his lips and tongue. The prehminary of sucking his cock had put an edge on her excitement and it fairly rushed to the fore.
Lloyd's hands played back and forth on her outer thighs, onto her hips, up onto her belly. They were venturing gradually higher, caressing as they went, but Jenny could sense their sly intentions, knew what prizes they were really after.
Her tits began to ache for attention, keen with anticipation. Her body straightened, arching her tits higher in teasing fashion, but her need and excitement were too great. She curved her body back down, feeding her pussy into his mouth and lowering her coned-out tits to the tips of his fingers.
His hands twisted to either side and crept upward, flanking her tits before moving onto them. His eyes were closed and he was going by feel, concentrating on that and the fun his mouth was having on her drooling cunt.
Lloyd's open hands moved onto Jenny's tits and kneaded into the doughy resilience of them. His thumbs mauled her nipples one way and another, provoking her flesh and her arousal.
Down below, he had found her clit and was giving it much the same treatment with his tongue. Jenny could feel it being cuffed around on the end of his probe, could feel the burn of her burning climax.
"Get inside me, honey," she said plaintively. "Really get in there and lick me out."
His tongue began to swirl down into her streamy sex-gash. He drew wetness from her pinched-in fuck-hole and started to spread the fiery tissues with a probing tongue.
"Oohhhhh, yessss," Jenny hissed, "now you're doing it. Now you're really gonna get your dessert, lover-man. You're gonna take my sweet and juicy cum, aren't you."
Mouth open, fastened to her pussy, Lloyd burrowed ever deeper into her honeyed pussy, scooping out her wetness and slurping in what he missed. He was feeding off her like a suckling calf, bucking in for more all the time.
Up on her body his hands were still pulling at her plump tit-cones, milking thrills out of them. Alternating from light touches to heavy, he soon had her not knowing whether she was coming or going.
"Nnnnnnnhhhhh," she whined with pleasure. "You're so good, you bastard! You do such good things to me. I can't stand it, Lloyd! I'm gonna come. You hear me, you bastard? I'm gonna come!"
He must have been listening, for he automatically shifted into an ardent attack on her cunt. He brought his hands down to the tops of her thighs and seemed to be pulling himself at her cunt. He was actively straining to delve his tongue ever-deeper into her pussy.
Gnawing her clit at the same time, Lloyd fucked Jenny with his tongue. Fucked until the sweat was out on his brow and he was panting against the mound of her cunt and fucked some more.
Jenny's legs lifted straight out, still locked at the ankles. She squeezed his head between her thighs, but his tongue was the only thing that needed freedom to move and that was working like mad.
She was a quivering form of flesh, mindless, fairly breathless, about to break loose inside with all-consuming sensation. She hovered there on the brink and then was sent crashing through. She cried out again and again against the terrible pleasures that were wracking her body without let-up.
Jenny went rolling through the torrent of her climax and went gliding into the sweetness of aftermath, still very much in contact with Lloyd's wondrous tongue. She squirmed her crotch against his face, bucking out the last pleasures.
"Was that good?" she said in a low voice. "Did you like the taste of my cum?"
"Yesss," he breathed, "oh yes, delicious, love it."
"Was it better than your wife's?"
"Much, much better. You're as sweet as it gets. I never want to taste hers again."
She had to hand it to Lloyd-he sure knew how to hang himself. Boy, was he going to be pissed off when he found out he had been set up. Mad at himself, mostly, for letting it happen, but also mad at her.
But what choice did she have? Things just couldn't go on like they had been. They wouldn't. He would just have to find himself another victim. And he shouldn't have too much trouble. There were plenty around, just waiting.
Damn it, she was still horny. One might have thought that getting the goods on him would be enough, but not for Jenny. Oh well. They had come this far, might as well go the rest of the way.
"Does it turn you on ah over again?" Jenny asked temptingly. "Does it make you wanna fuck me?"
"You bet your horny ass it does."
"Does it make you hard? Stand up and let me see what you've got."
He dehberately got to his feet. Jenny's legs lifted with him, his shoulders sliding up to her heels. His cock was sticking out of his pants, noticeably revived but still with a way to go.
"Get naked," Jenny said.
He wasn't surprised by her attitude. He'd long ago made up his mind that she was a total slut. And maybe she was. In this case, a blessing.
Item by item, Lloyd got out of his clothes, watching her as she watched him. She liked what she saw, and it drew steel into his prick, bit by bit. When he dropped his shorts, she reached between her raised legs, leaned back on the one arm now, and squeezed it for him. She felt his tube of fuck-meat expand and lengthen in her smooth hand, growing harder all the time.
"Terrific cock," Jenny murmured. "Real reliable. I'll bet you use it every chance you get."
"What's the point of having one if you're not going to use it?" Lloyd answered.
"Looking forward to using it on me, are you?"
"I'll say."
"Getting nice and big and hard. I think your cock is looking forward to it too." She reached back to his balls and cuddled them, squeezing testingly. "Got losts of cum left for me?"
Lloyd leaned his hips forward, moving his cock on the bed of her cunt-hair and tummy. He pressed his balls and her hand against her pussy. "Got lots for me?"
"I might, if you look for it."
"Tease!" He grinned.
She took her hand from his crotch and settled back onto both elbows on the table. Lifting her heels from his shoulders, she parted her upright legs, slowly, to a wide vee. As if that wasn't enought, she then drew them back toward the table. Her pussy gaped under the log of his cock-meat.
"Fuck me," she said to him, and added a grin. "Still think I'm a tease? Fuck me!"
His hands drifted up and down the inner smoothness of her thighs, going only as far as the tops of her nylons. "Getting pretty sassy, aren't you?"
"You love it," she said to that. "Now fuck me. Fuck me like a whore!"
His smile widened into a wolfish grin. He backed off, dragging the head of his cock down off her belly, down through her tuft of light-brown cunt-hair. The point of the cock-head slid naturally into the wide, hot furrow of her cuntal entrance.
Lloyd let it move a little, to and fro, against her clit. His cock-tip plowed in and touched on her stiffening clit. It fit right into that tiny nook under the very tip of his cock-head, and Lloyd spent moments just rubbing her there, that way.
Jenny gasped, shuddered. "Ooohhh," she breathed, "you've got some style, mister. Treat all the sluts this good?"
"Jealous?"
"I oughtta be. Ooohhh, I thought we were gonna fuck?"
"Ready?"
"Wet, willing and able. Gimme that whole prick!"
Lloyd backed off another notch, letting his cock-tip slide down to the lower reaches of her fuck-slit. He applied a little finger pressure to keep it pointed into her pussy, pulling his hand away when his cock-head caught in her cunt-ring, and pressed forward.
Taking time like this, Jenny could really take in all the lewd details. The heat of his fuck-organ, the smoothness of it, the luscious spread of her cunt-flesh around his unyielding prick, the slow, rich filling up of her cunt.
Fuck. The guy did have style. She was sorry they couldn't have met under more pleasant circumstances.
Lloyd's cock was sliding deeper, deeper. Was he really that long and thick? Could she possibly be this deep?
"Oh God, is this ever something!" Jenny enthused breathlessly. Her legs began to move about, bending and straightening, showing her growing loss of control. "You're filling me up like I can't believe!"
"Real tight pussy," Lloyd answered, as caught up in the sensuality of the moment as she was. 'Oh, what a perfect fit. I love it!"
"Your cock loves it. My cunt loves it!"
He gave his last two inches to her with a smooth shove, unable to restrain himself any longer. All the way inside, he nevertheless kept pushing for more. His cock-head was up in the bottleneck of her cunt, pressing it outward in all directions. It was one of the most erotic feelings she had ever known.
"Oooohhhh," she fairly shouted in unabashed glee, body twitching, legs flailing in slow motion before suddenly locking about Lloyd's mid-section to hold him so fantastically deep. So he could stop pushing her across the slippery table.
For a moment or two she thought it was going to make her come but no, presently everything settled into a lasting feeling of giddy new excitement and terrific penetration. God. She could feel the throb of his cock-head in the nook of her most intimate depths.
"You're some kind of stud, I'll give you that," Jenny allowed.
"I love how you take prick. Maybe I'll dump my wife and marry you."
"What would my husband say?"
"He can have her. They sound like two of a kind."
"What would her rich old daddy say?"
"I'll have control of that company in no time. I'll turf the old fart out on his ass."
"Mmmmm, you'd do it too. Gawd, this is so good. Take it out and fill me up again."
She relaxed her legs and he eased his cock from the rich suction of her wanting cunt. Her straining tissues didn't want to give it up. Listening closely, she could hear the vague slurpy sound of his retreat.
Sending his prick back into Jenny again, Lloyd was less patient than on his first time around. But still, the ripe pleasures were there and Jenny thrilled to his glowing fullness all over again, felt the same richness when he hit bottom.
"Keep fucking me," she implored softly. "Mmmmmm, lover, just keep on fucking!"
With the same deliberate pace, Lloyd's prick-meat ground in and out of Jenny's cunt. He filled her up and emptied her out in the age-old rhythm of simple fucking, the fucking action working its magic.
Grooving to the sweet sensations of pure fornication, soaking in the fun of it, Jenny moved the nyloned portions of her shanks over Lloyd's ass and back, his sides, arms and shoulders. Caressing him with the raspy textures, feeding his own growing arousal.
Lloyd's tempo was increasing. Instead of sliding his cock into Jenny he was driving it. His cock-head poked into her depths, sending lightning bolts of excitement in all directions-up into her tits, down into her ass, out along her flexing thighs. His pubic bone punched her clit, setting off more erotic charges.
Too turned on to remain passive, Jenny lifted her heels onto Lloyd's shoulders. She straightened both arms behind her and lifted her ass off the table's edge. When Lloyd started forward with an in-stroke, she rocked ahead to meet him.
His cock drove into her cunt-sheath double quick. Her ass-cheeks slapped into his oncoming hips with a neat smacking sound. Maintaining her elevated perch, Jenny pulled back as Lloyd did, and now the two of them were fucking together.
The scrape of his cock-ridge, the grind of her fevered pussy, the intimate joining, all made for a stimulating time. Each mutual stroke was an encouragement for more of the same, only a little bit faster, a little bit harder.
"Oh fuck," Jenny grunted, "this is good. This is gonna make it happen!"
To help take some of the load off, Lloyd reached under her free-flying ass and cradled her seat in his open hands. He was able to pull her onto his cock at greater speed, and was able to punch cock into her depths faster and harder too, and he played it for all it was worth.
"Unnnnngggghh, oooohhh, noooooo," Jenny gasped heatedly, her face twisting with raw pleasure. "Oohhhh, fuck, fuck, harder baby!"
They muscled into one another. Their packed-in orgasms were at the breaking point, seeming to be straining toward one another. Straining, yearning, then at last tearing loose and with lurid gushes they became melded together. There were no barriers in those special moments. Sensation, juices, flesh, all were fused in one fiery being.
Wracked to the point of exhaustion by searing release, Jenny felt her arms give out. She lay down on her back on the table, trying to catch her breath. Lloyd punched out the last of his energy and, letting go of her ass, dropped forward onto both elbows, holding himself over her.
Despite everything, Jenny couldn't get over how much she was going to miss him.
She just hoped she could keep on missing him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jenny called Lloyd at his office the next day and played part of the tape for him. Then she asked how he'd like his wife and father-in-law to find out.
"You wouldn't," he challenged.
"I can always find another husband," she answered. "But you, you'll lose everything. Want to spend another fifteen years getting back to where you are now-if you're lucky?"
"Bitch!"
"Bastard."
There was a long silence at the end of the hne. Then, "What do you want?"
"Just peace. You go your way and I'll go mine."
He sighed defeatedly. "You know what I wish?"
"What?"
"That we'd met a long time ago. We'd have made quite a team."
"Yes, well, them's the breaks, I guess. We have a deal?"
"Yeah, we have a deal. So long, Jenny."
"Goodbye Lloyd."
Ray left her with his number. She could call him anytime, he said. He promised not to try to call her, even if it seemed likely Gifford would be out. He was leaving the decision up to her.
A short time after talking to Lloyd, she called Ray.
"Miss me?" she asked. "Tons. How are you?"
"In the mood for a talk."
"Talk? What about?"
"Us."
"Hey, my favorite subject. Where?"
"Your place."
Inside of an hour they were going through the front door. Jenny noted what a warm, full feeling it gave her. Already she was tempted to think of it as their home, not just his. They moved into the living room, settled on a couch.
"Ray," Jenny confided, "I never properly explained why I dropped you for Gifford."
"Oh?"
"You seemed like such an old-fashioned guy. I knew I'd only wind up hurting you. A clean break seemed like the best way to go."
"Hurting me? How?"
"Cheating on you." Her eyes were cast down as she spoke. "I don't think you know how easily tempted I am by other men. God, even women, Ray. I don't think I could ever be completely faithful to you."
"Frankly," Ray answered easily, "I've wondered about that myself."
"About me?"
He nodded.
"And, you still want me?"
"Yes. I mean, so what if you have a fling every now and then? I don't know that I'll be perfect either. But as long as we love each other, inside, where it counts, then we're home free."
Knowing then that everything would be okay, Jenny leaned toward Ray and slid her arms about his shoulders. "I do love you, Ray."
"I love you too."
"I'll ask Gifford for a divorce. Tonight."
"Hey," Ray realized, "that gives us the rest of the afternoon."
"You're terrible," she murmured.
"As bad as you are?"
"Yes," she assured, and they kissed. It was long and soulful, stirring in a warmly pleasant, erotic way.
"Let's fuck, Ray," Jenny said softly, wantonly. "Now."
Ray got up from the couch, taking her hand and drawing Jenny to her feet. Like two people very much in love and with all the time in the world they walked into the bedroom.
Alongside the bed they undressed. Their motions were unhurried, almost deliberate, teasing, tempting. Watching each other, they stripped for one another.
Naked, they eased into an intimate embrace, began kissing and nuzzling the other's face and neck. Somehow they toppled over onto the bed, and spent moments just rolling and shifting around in each other's arms, kissing more crazily.
Jenny reached down in between their bodies and found Ray's hardening prick. She held it in her warm grasp, squeezing, manipulating. His cock expanded boldly in her grasp.
"Lovely," Jenny remarked.
Ray responded by sliding a hand down the front of her body, in between her thighs, and he rubbed at her responsive cunt.
"God," he said, "I don't know how another pussy could ever interest me now that I have yours."
"I was just thinking the same thing about your cock," Jenny confided. "Oh Ray, am I worrying for nothing? Maybe, for the right man, I can be a one-man-woman."
"Seeing how sexy you are, I don't think I'm gonna give you any free time for fooling around. I'm gonna fuck you morning, noon and night."
She laughed softly, enjoyingly. "That's a lot of hard-ons. Sure you'll be up to it?"
"You might say I've been saving myself. I've got ah the prick you'll ever need."
Jenny squirmed closer, holding him and his cock tighter. "I'll try to be a good wife, Ray, I promise. I want to be."
"I know. And that's plenty for me."
"You are too good for me, you know that, don't you?"
"You're pretty good yourself."
"When I'm bad, I'm better."
"Be bad. For me."
"Yes," she said, "for you. Only for you."
She slithered from him, lifting into a crouched position to one side of his legs. Her face was down in his cock and balls from the start, rubbing over and around his horny cock and balls in a show of love and adoration.
Maybe he really would be enough for her. As long as she had love, and attention and prick and plenty of it-ah things that Gifford had kept in short supply-well, what more could a girl ask for? One thing for sure, she was going to be all the woman Ray would ever need or want.
"I'm gonna spoil you rotten, lover," she murmured into his cock and balls. "I'm gonna give you ah the sucking, and fucking, and fingering, and all-out fornication you've ever dreamed of."
"I can't wait!" He smiled widely, stretching. His hard cock stood up at a virile angle, pointing away from Jenny in her position.
Jenny dipped her tongue out and washed over Ray's plump balls. She stirred his cum-juice around, bringing it to an easy simmer over his rising lust.
She moved on to his prick, licking all the way up the smooth underside. Twisting her head to one side, she pressed her parted lips to his cock-shaft and brushed back down to the bottom. His cock jerked with excitement, firing Jenny with deeper enthusiasm.
She swung around, moving astride Ray's shoulders. Keeping her ass up out of his reach, she went forward to his cock, wiping a drop of pre-cum from the slit as she met it head on.
Whisking her tongue around on the cock-head, Jenny slowly drew it into the oval of her lips. She rolled her mouth in a wide circle, mov- ing his cock around while rubbing against the sensitive tip with her lips.
Gradually she took more of his cock-meat into her mouth, tasting the clean smoothness of it, the heat, the pulsing strength. Her tongue continued stroking at the flared cock, and finally she pulled back with a sweet suck. Ray squirmed beneath her body, against her hanging tits.
Jenny went down farther and sucked back, farther still and sucked back, continuing like that all the way down his cock-length. She squeezed the head into her throat and whisked her tongue against his base.
As she wantonly sucked on Ray's prick, Jenny reached down on his legs and slowly drew them apart. Wide apart. Then her hands went easing back up his thighs in caressing fashion, lingering on them for moments, moving back and forth.
One hand came to his crotch, wrapped around his hanging sac of balls and took to cuddling them. Her other hand reached back underneath her body, seeking and finding Ray's mouth. She slid her middle finger past his lips and let him suck on it.
Then she pulled the slick digit from his mouth. Enclosing his balls in a tighter grip, she lifted them well out of the way. In anticipation, Ray lifted his parted knees.
"Oh no," he groaned. "Not that. You're not gonna do that!"
Jenny touched the tip of her moistened finger to his exposed, vulnerable asshole and added immediate pressure. She heard Ray's sharp intake of breath and felt his cock jerk in her mouth. But he wasn't about to come just yet, and she eagerly proceeded.
"Oh, no, nooooo!" Ray groaned giddily as Jenny's long, slender middle finger wriggled ever deeper into his ass-tunnel, and as her mouth kept on riding up and down on his torrid prick.
"Oohhh, now I know what you meant by fingering," he said, and she could just picture his amazed sort of grin. She felt the warm caresses of his hands on her ass and body as he responded further to her erotic generosity.
She sank her finger all the way into his asshole and held it there, jiggling quickly in short, jack-hammer fashion to give him an extra thrill. He fairly yelped his sudden pleasure and she slowed, not wanting to do too much at once.
But even with her proceeding in deliberate style there was not a whole lot of resistance for her to overcome. He'd been a little aroused before they'd even sat down and by now, well, there just wasn't a whole lot left.
Jenny bobbed her head with smooth-flowing expertise on his length of fuck-meat and glided her long finger in and out of his increasingly fiery asshole. Ray's hips were squirming around, trying to jam cock into Jenny's throat and fuck against her finger at the same time. Her refusal to set a rhythm only made him more passionate and eager to come.
Jenny was eager for it too. She threw herself at his inflamed fuck-pole and whipped her finger in and out. Down to the nitty-gritty now, it was only moments before his cock gave a bold spasm and he was shooting jizz.
Jenny gulped down jet after jet of his rich cum-cream. She squeezed his cock with her mouth and milked him of every drop with airtight suction. She frigged his asshole in jackhammer style just to make sure.
Then she was kissing at his spent prick, smoothing her hands out over his thighs in comforting fashion. She would have gone on with that, but Ray's hands had begun to pull at her hips.
"C'mere, honey," he murmured, still half-buried in the sweetness of his aftermath. "Come sit on my face."
"You mean it?" she said. "Are you ready for me?"
"I've been ready for it for years," he assured. "Now sit on my face like a good little bad girl."
Smiling with anticipation, Jenny lifted her face from Ray's crotch. She slid her knees out to either side, lowering her splayed cunt-lips to his face. She lifted completely erect and let her pussy down to settle on his up-tilted mouth.
The first wash of his tongue over her cunt lifted a bold thrill through Jenny's system. It was remarkably potent, loaded with feelings. Maybe she and Ray were meant for each other. Maybe they would be enough for each other after ah.
"I'm gonna spoil you too," Ray vowed. "You'll never want another man."
"Yes," she said wantingly. "Take me Ray. Take all of me."
He licked at her pussy, into it. He flicked his tongue back into the crack of her haughty ass, around and into the pucker of her asshole.
He went back to her cunt and gnawed at it with his mouth. He sucked at her outer folds and her streaming inner pink portions. A shuddering Jenny tilted her pelvis and fed her sweetly stinging clit into his pulling oral grasp and thrilled as he drew one wild sensation after another out of hiding and into the deepest sections of her cunt.
When he wasn't getting enough of her that way, he gripped her body and rocked to one side. She feh and he rolled with her, coming out on top with his face buried between her back-angled thighs. Clutching her ass, he swirled his tongue into her cunt.
Going dreamy with passion, Jenny gazed up at Ray's ass and cock and balls as he remained crouched over her. It was a good strong ass, made for fucking. His balls were still heavy with cum. His hanging cock was slowly thickening with a fresh hard-on. Built like he was, he could take care of her in fine style. And with his mouth, and hands...
Jenny squirmed, lifting her cunt into his gobbling mouth. "Have some more, darling. I want you to have all of me!"
The next thing she knew he was touching her lips with the tip of his middle finger. Delighted anew, Jenny enthusiastically wet it for him in her mouth. She wriggled with anticipation when he pulled it away from her lips.
Continuing to feed off her cunt, Ray pressed his wet finger into her shit-hole and slid deep. He showed her a few tricks of her own, and soon had her crying for climax.
Ray lovingly ripped one out of her, reducing her to a shivery heap of arms and legs and tits and pussy. He shifted around, gathered her in to his arms as he rolled onto one side, and laid permanent claim to her with a soul-catching kiss.
"I never should have left you," Jenny sighed, melting against him. "No matter."
"I should have divorced Gifford years ago, but I was just too proud to admit to having made a mistake that big. Or maybe any kind of mistake. Oh, I don't know, Ray... "
"Forget it."
"I couldn't do that, and I wouldn't go to you to ask for forgiveness. I was such a fool, Ray."
He gave her a not-too-playful slap on the rump to shut her up. "All is forgiven. Now stop blathering!"
She gave a giddy sort of laugh and let it go.
"How about a nice fuck?" he offered then.
She moved against him and felt the fullness of his prick against her crotch. "Nnnnn, I think we're both ready."
Ray rolled Jenny over onto her other side, facing away from him. He slid in behind her, lifted her leg and draped it back over his. He gripped his revived fuck-meat and pushed the cock-head into the opening of her pussy.
Grinning, Jenny tilted her hips, and his prick slid up into her body like a glow. She reached down and tickled his balls affectionately.
"You feel so good," she sighed. "What your cock does to me."
"I haven't even started fucking yet."
"See? You are spoiling me."
He nuzzled her ear. "I'm gonna keep on doing it, too. You'll see."
Jenny responded with rotating, grinding motions of her hips, showing that she was willing to reciprocate his offer at any time.
Her motions seemed to prompt him into action, and he was fucking in and out of her wanting pussy with easy, grinding motions. It was the most exciting, fulfilling union that Jenny had felt in a long time. It was more than physical or sexual. It was whole.
Jenny stretched, her body undulating. 'You're such a good fuck, Ray angel!"
"Fantastic, tight pussy." He ran a caressing hand up the front of her body. "Gorgeous bod, what a woman!"
Jenny rolled her ass, stirring his fuck-stick around inside her. She felt the scraping of his cock-ridge, the push and pull of his big cock-shaft, and tingled all over. It brought out some of the beast in her.
"Let me get in on this action," she said to him. "Let me fuck you right."
Hooking a strong arm about her, Ray rolled onto his back, putting Jenny on her back on top of him. Hands under her shoulders, he pushed her to a sitting position on his cock. Jenny twisted downward, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of being stuffed with his fuck-meat.
She planted her feet to either side of Ray's legs, leaned back on straight arms, and started rocking back and forth on his cock. She let it out and took it in time and again, thrilling to the luscious slides.
"Smooth," Ray commented. "You've done this before, haven't you."
"I've got some experience."
For long moments Jenny rode Ray's cock. She swerved her hips to one side or the other, rotated them or took him straight on. It was unabashed fucking, a sensuous woman with free rein to show what she could do.
But then from out of the blue Ray gripped her body and toppled her to one side. He stayed with her, and they wound up with Jenny on her stomach and Ray over her on straight arms.
"Now it's my turn again," he murmured to her, pressing his cock deep, deep into her cunt grasp.
Jenny curved her ass and pussy up against him in surrender. She twitched her ass-cheeks against his flat belly and said, "Be my guest."
Ray's heavy cock pulled up out of her and glided back in. Her excited pussy-flesh clung to his tube of fuck-flesh, indulging it with slick, luscious lotions and the hottest, full-length squeeze his cock could want.
"This feels so good," Jenny enthused. She was working with him, lifting her ass to his down-thrusts. "I wish it could go on forever."
"How about all afternoon?"
"Just as good!" She smiled. It was good to have someone to joke with. She began to wonder if Ray had any flaws at all. She didn't deserve him. But then, he probably felt the same way about her, and besides, those kinds of feelings didn't go very deep. The ones that counted, well, they were nothing but positive.
"Ray?" she said presently, dreamily.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Let me do more. Push back onto your knees."
He obliged and Jenny pushed herself up with him, maintaining their erotic connection. She lifted onto elbows and knees with Ray erect behind her and began to rock ahead and back along the full length of his cock. He remained still.
"My turn now, huh?" Jenny remarked.
"I'm watching you."
"You're a naughty boy."
"That's why you're crazy about me."
She supposed there was an element of truth in that, all right. She continued enjoying his cock, the illicit fun of being in that position and doing what she was doing. She shivered hotly.
"Do you think it's possible to enjoy something too much?" Jenny asked. "Getting nervous?"
"I don't know. I've never had feelings this deep before."
Considerately, Ray reached forward and caught Jenny up in his strong arms. Sinking ass onto heels, he drew her in close before him, nuzzling at the side of her neck.
"Still scared?"
"No," she had to admit. "Just horny all over."
"All over?"
"Everywhere."
"In your tits?" he asked, groping them. "In my tits."
"And in your thighs?" he asked, reaching down to run both hands over them. "In my thighs."
"In your ass-cheeks?" he inquired, digging his hands in under her, against his hips.
"In my ass-cheeks," she answered, her head lolling back on his shoulder.
"In your asshole?"
Her body curved forward excitedly. "Oooohhhh, especially in my asshole!"
Ray had her bow far forward. He lifted her ass, sliding her pussy up and off of his prick. He tilted it up a notch and drew her splayed ass back toward him. Her asshole came naturally to his pointy cock-head.
Centered on her shit-hole, Ray drew Jenny to an upright position again. Reaching around to take hold of her tits, he pulled her down almost brutally.
Jenny cried out against the double doses of pleasure and pain. But in her eagerness for ass-fucking discomfort was overlooked. Working her hips from side to side, Jenny wedged prick-shaft up into her ass-chute, bouncing down on it to take more.
"Oh God, God, give it to me! Make me take it! Make me take all of it!"
And then she had ah of it, her pussy now having to content itself with the burn of Ray's balls on its outer folds. Jenny shuddered with excitement and squirmed back against Ray. She twisted her head around for a bold kiss. His hands continued to grope into her tits.
"We're gonna do everything together, aren't we," she said to her future husband with a smile.
"Again, and again, and again," he vowed. "Just wanted to make sure." She smiled, and sensuously lifted her sex-ripe body into motion.
