The winter sun poked its head above the horizon, beneficently beaming its smiling rays on the little Short Island village of Rumton. The sun's glow offered little enough warmth for early March, but its golden haloes drove the darkness away, preparing the village occupants to face the last workday of the week.
In the southwest section of the village, on the corner of Eastside Avenue and Knoll Street, in a split-level frame house with white aluminum siding, the family occupants rolled out of bed.
The Pell Family
The hottest cock in all of Rumton belonged to John Pell. He was an immodest, lewd, risque, prurient rake who never seemed able to satisfy his burning lusts. He was a photographer for one of the zestier magazines constantly showing photos of totally naked girls, emphasizing their puffed cunts and bulbous boobies. And when he wasn't photographing the hundred-dollar-an-hour models, he was usually fucking one of them.
This particular Friday he had no assignment, and so was staying home. He had already washed himself, but had returned to bed. Meanwhile, his wife, Rosita, had gone to the bathroom to tend to her own needs, and Pell impatiently waited for her. He had to start the day with a bang.
Rosita had been a model and had posed for one of the magazine layouts Pell had photographed. He had invited her to his shabby apartment afterward, and she had accepted. She was voluptuous, with huge, round, full tits, with rich brown aureolae and even richer nipples, standing out like large raisins. He had photographed those tits and her sweet, convex, hair-encircled cunt until he thought he would explode from just looking at her. That was why he had invited her to his apartment, and Rosita, who had found him eminently attractive, had accepted.
When he offered her a drink, she had taken it, after which he had kissed her full, rich Latin-American lips while pressing the palm of his hand against her blouse, rubbing the leathery tips of her large, round fits. Her breathing had turned to panting and his tongue had leaped into her mouth, trying to reach into her throat. But her tongue had tantalized his own, tickling the sensual spots in his mouth and making steam pour from his ears.
He had unzipped her dress, removed her brassiere, and yanked everything off, dropping it where he could. Her superb breast contours were vividly exposed to his eyes, his hands, and his mouth, and as his lips captured a fully enlarged nipple, her hand had reached into his crotch and squeezed his hard, swollen cock. In a trice she had unzipped his fly and tugged out the pulsing member, caressing its fullness with gentle, loving care.
She had kneeled between his thighs, making him lie back on the narrow bed, then her hand had reached in and carefully eased out his sensitive testicles as well. She fondled them again and again, murmuring how magnificent were his organs.
Her slick, teasing, tantalizing tongue licked at the heavy, smooth dome of his cock head as her fingers tightly squeezed the rigid shaft, tautly moving up and down on the unyielding muscle. Her hungering mouth gaped wide and she instantly swallowed the solid purple cap of his seething cock, running it across her tongue to the back of her mouth, scraping her teeth over the ultra-sensitive corona.
John had moaned, enthralled, his loins pumping wildly, plunging his fiery tool in and out of her sucking mouth. Rosita had gobbled and gulped hungrily; chewing lustily on the throbbing dick while her fingers teased the sensitive skin of his hairy nuts.
His rampant orgasm had overwhelmed him swiftly, his hot semen ejaculating into her welcoming throat with uncontrolled power. She swallowed every drop of the creamy come, using her sucking lips to pull the last bit of it from deep inside his balls.
Pell had fallen madly in love with her, and since he represented a certain security, Rosita had come to like him, eventually loving him as madly as he loved her. When he'd asked her to marry him, she had agreed on one condition: that he not expect fidelity from her. She was hot for men and enjoyed varieties of cocks, and couldn't bear the idea of settling on simply one. Pell had agreed, saying she could have all the extra-marital affairs she wanted, after giving birth to two children. Rosita had been willing, so they'd married.
Now he was waiting for Rosita to come out of the bathroom. His stiff cock was anxiously waiting to be put to use in her wanton pussy. The door was already locked, making certain neither his son nor his daughter would interfere. The kids could use the downstairs bathroom now that they had the split-level house.
Rosita, her curling black hair framing her oval face, came out of the bathroom and stood facing him, her tempting thighs provocatively apart, her head and shoulders well back, her knuckled hands resting on her lush, full hips. Her brown eyes sparkled with lust, her smiling lips slightly parted with strong desire, the point of her sensuous tongue peeking out.
The rich lips of her delightful cunt were soaking with her lubricious ointment, showing themselves to his smoldering eyes, exciting him all the more. He squeezed his own salacious cock as he stared at the rich, black bush of her moist cunt hair, glistening in the morning beams of the sun. Her large, round, majestic tits, with their solid, pebblelike brown nipples thrust themselves out like two mountain summits in need of scaling. Her thighs, solid, firm, slender, with their warm, silky inner loins were already wet with the joy juice leaking from her desirable snatch.
John stared at her, thinking of her as a new conquest every time. She had such a lush, superb figure he could never get over his wanting her. He stared as she reached down and let her fingers lightly caress her tingling pussy. And she stared back, watching his look change from one of simple desire to unquenchable incontinence. She adored this man, pleased he could understand her passion and need for other penises, and so loved him all the more when she was alone with him. Because she was able to sate her inner passions with these other phalluses, she was able to compare them to John's, and he never came off second best.
She needed him, and knew he needed her. There was no reason to play games teasing each other. It would have been ridiculous to make him work for what both of them wanted. She needed continual satisfaction. If she didn't have a cock at least once in every eight hours, she would go right off the deep end. Men thought they were putting something over on her husband when they bedded her, little realizing they were saving his life, for she would otherwise come home a raving maniac and savagely rape the poor man, draining him of his very life.
Very slowly Rosita raised her hands along her tempting torso, her eyes still locked on John's, sensuously sliding her palms up and down along the satin indentations running from the outer curve of her hips to the full, balloonlike shapes of her boobs. She softly lifted her full, lush fits, pressing them gently, holding them up to him as if offering him two presents of unparalleled delight. Then her fingers were trickling along her belly, moving down ever so temptingly until her fingertips hovered above the gentle curling dark moss of soft pussy hair.
She held that pose for an instant, her fingers playing lightly on her rich, dark cunt hair. John merely lay there, his eyes fixed on the beauty of her body, finding difficulty in moving or speaking, completely enraptured by the sight of his superb wife, totally absorbed by the sight of her. His throbbing cock seemed to try pulling away from his body, as if it could chase after her.
Slowly Rosita's fingers began traveling again, her hands sliding even lower through her jungle of black, fleecy hair, heading straight for the shining pink snatch between her lush thighs. When her hands got there, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the luscious split, parting the silken cuntlips, slowly widening the distance between them and displaying the extended nub of her up-standing clitoris. With her right forefinger she began a haunting massage, stroking it. again and again until her pussy cream began pouring out in heavy gobs, streaking down both inner thighs.
Rosita stared at her husband's swollen meat. She was glad he was so well-endowed, the long, rigid cock standing straight up in the air, its purple head quivering and shining because his own lubricant was pouring out all over it.
Rosita ran to the bed and threw herself on it, lying face up beside John. He rolled on top of her, pulling her gorgeous body against his, thinking solely of the warm, tantalizing cunt beneath him. He felt her full, swollen fits rubbing against his chest and covered her face and throat with hot, heavy kisses. His face sank into the cleft between her swollen fits as his hands ran down and caressed the dark, creamy roundness of her oval buttocks, palming them and scrunching the tight, solid flesh. Rosita's burning breath excitedly filled his ear, delightfully arousing and storming into the inner canals of his auditory system.
Her hand forced its way between their two bodies, crawling down until it found the petrified solidity of his vibrating cock. He shuddered as the burning touch of her fingers surrounded the throbbing shaft, and then his mouth clamped tightly over hers as their tongues fought to gain supremacy, beating against one another.
Rosita pressed her full torso against that of her husband, grinding her fulcrum tightly into his. Writhing abruptly, she squirmed more closely into him, pulling him against her twisting flesh, spreading her thighs wide, her moist, hot cunt furnace agape and ready for his attack.
Her fingers trickled up and down the length of his solid, fleshy body, touching the tautness of his biceps, running along his spine, grabbing the rugged cheeks of his butt, examining him carefully, as if he were under a microscope. His pulsing cock eased into the luscious, hair-fringed slot of her yawning pussy. She raised herself a moment, lifting the entangled bodies of her husband and herself so she could reach around underneath with her hand and widen her soft, fiery pussy lips even more, giving his penetrating pecker a better connection with her wispy, sodden inner meat, until its full length was cradled in the depths of her luscious, hungering snatch. Only then did she lower her body onto the bed, luxuriating in the feel of his solid prick throbbing hotly inside her tender furnace.
John forced his hands underneath her, levering himself a little off the bed while letting his fingers search their way along her torso, seeking out the soft curves of her spine and thighs. The little bones making up her spine seemed to stand out hotly, waiting for his caress. Each time he touched one, her body clamped itself tightly against his, her superbly round fits and flat belly sloughing against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The firm muscles moved back and forth under her delectable, satin flesh. She moved like a sinuous python, her legs wrapped around her husband the way the boa would entwine itself around a victim.
"I love you," she whispered to him. "I love all of you, but I love your hot, horny cock best of all of you.''
Breathing stertorously, his mind on fire with salacious wanting, he moved his hands lower on her hot body, encompassing as much of her full ass cheeks in both hands as was possible, yanking her slithery, hot hole hard against his burning, pulsing dick. His licentious pole moved in and out of her sopping twat, feeling it grow hotter and slicker as her want for him became more intense. Her loins began a wild, insensate rotation, pressing firmly against his reaming prong.
"Hurry," she whispered. "Hurry. I can feel it starting to build. Do it good, John. Hurry!"
He started pounding his fiery staff into her with maniacal fury as her sweet cunt rode up against the rigidity of his plunging cock. Her hands clutched him eagerly against her, and John moaned as he felt her nails slice into the flesh of his ass. His piercing prick continued running the entire length of her blazing feminine channel, his own short, curly pelvic bush blending with hers, sometimes entwining and causing hairs to be yanked from each pubis. The throbbing in his nuts was overpowering, and he knew he could no longer contain himself.
And then she shifted position slightly, and the insane pressure continued to build. He buried his punching shaft deep and hard inside her gluttonous twat, fucking as deeply into her as he could.
"Mi querido," she screamed, lapsing back into her native language. "Amore de me vida." Only pure animal passion could make her forget and revert to Spanish.
John bathed in the warm, watering cunt, feeling it countermove slickly and burningly up around his rigid cock, almost masticating it as it churned into the burning depths of 'her broiling tunnel, the satiny, slavering twat walls greasing the way.
Rosita cried out in wild passion, and John felt his pole swelling and enlarging inside her fuming snatch until he thought it would certainly explode from the sheer thrill enlarging inside him.
Rosita got there first. She always did, coming wildly as her hips thrust high against him, lifting him off the bed over and over again. Her ankles were locked tightly behind his back as she writhed her hips beneath him in an insane, uncontrolled dance of sheer ecstatic pleasure, screaming out her orgasm to him.
John felt the heated outpourings of her flooding lubricant spill onto his plunging, rock-solid cock as he madly pounded his groin into hers. Rosita used her squeezing cunt lips to lock herself around the steaming reamer, convulsively squeezing the bole of his pale. And the tremendous, boiling fire which had swelled his nuts to overflowing was no longer controllable. He wheezed as the broiling, thick, globs of sperm started its fiery rush from his heavy sac, through the narrow passageway in his expanded prick
And then he started unloading gushes of the fiery, sticky liquid, hosing it into her leeching pussy in a never-ending explosion, draining his testicles of their present load, pouring the sticky liquid deep into her belly. Their mouths were locked to one another the entire time as each whispered songs of love to the other while stabbing with their tongues.
Now Rosita could go to work feeling sated. She was no longer a figure model since John didn't want her luscious body revealed to anyone else (other than the other men who occasionally fucked her. But she never told him of her affairs, just as he never talked of his).
She worked as a private secretary for the president of a public relations firm, and though she wasn't earning the hundred dollars an hour she previously used to make, she still brought home more than two hundred and fifty a week, after taxes.
The Kane Family
Pansy and Arthur Kane also lived in the southwest section of Rumton, a few blocks from the Pells. Pansy was an honest redhead, a mere four feet ten inches tall, with large blue eyes, and a short, pointed nose. She had a solid figure with rounded tits and curved hips. Art, her husband, was seven inches taller than she, and a little on the beefy side. Outwardly he presented a jolly, affable personality, but when he was alone with Pansy he was more than a little sad. And when he got drunk at parties, he was downright nasty.
Both he and Pansy had awakened just before dawn, and he was trying to convince her they had time for a quickie. Pansy didn't care for quickies. She never came when they had quickies. Then she'd go through the day totally frustrated. Even worse, they were out of condoms, and she'd never let Art fuck her without some kind of protection. Hell, they had all the kids they needed. She didn't know how she'd let him remove her nightgown, and now Art was also naked. His fat, hard dong was waving at her, almost ordering her to satisfy it.
"Come on," she told him. "I'm not in the mood."
"Well goddammit, I am in the mood," he snapped back. "I'm in the mood for two orgasms."
"You have to be crazy," his wife snapped. "You don't have the time. You have to be off to work."
"Not until I get both rocks. off, a climax for each rock."
"You're not shifting that big salami into me."
"Still afraid of becoming pregnant, eh. Why don't you have a tubal litigation, like all your friends."
"Nobody's cutting me open," she bit at him.
"I don't know about cutting you open, but going to drill into you, and you're going to make me come quickly, twice."
"What about me?"
"If you don't come now, I'll take care of you tonight. Don't I always do you at night when you don't climax during the day?"
Sure, she thought. He always came home, slipped on that hard rubber shield, then stuck his prong into her and came again, while she rarely, if ever, was satisfied. But if she didn't make Art happy, he'd grumble all day and make life hell for her later, at night.
"All right," she muttered, grabbing his hot cock and pumping it.
"Not like that," he snapped. "I want it in something."
"Like what?"
"If not your cunt, then your mouth. or your ass. In fact, both, your mouth and your ass. One come for each."
It wasn't as if Pansy was unused to it. She had blown him countless times, and she'd even let him use her asshole those times she'd had her period. His cock, though hard and fairly thick, never really hurt her.
Art's fingers locked in her hair and began forcing her head down. He was hungry for her to gobble his eager cock. Her lips parted to form a slick, wet circle that slid down the full length of his steaming pole. With a gasp she instantly pulled back, allowing the crimson corona to slip from between her lips, and then reversed direction, gobbling it all up again.
"That's it, Pansy," Art told her. "That's it. You keep it up like that, and I'll shoot in one helluva hurry."
With her left hand she covered his tight balls and used her right hand to grasp the thick base of his spit-soaked cock. As her mouth covered and recovered the hot, pulsing staff, her right hand jerked the burning meat at the base while her left hand artfully massaged his delicate scrotum. Her mouth ran up and down the pole with ever increasing speed, swallowing and surrendering the thick, heavy rod. Her left hand could feel his fiery nuts tighten even more, pulling up into his body. A few more bobs of her head, and he'd be unleashing his jism.
What the hell! she thought. She enjoyed doing this. True, she'd enjoy it even more in a sixty-nine, but Art thought cuntlapping was dirty. He would never do it to her. Someday she'd find a man who liked it, and then she'd go wild. Up to now, she'd always been the faithful wife, but she couldn't go through life like this much longer. On those few occasions she did come, she thought she'd erupt out of her skin. Not that Art was such a great fucker, but she was a highly sensuous woman. Those few times he'd managed to touch the right spot for the right length of time, she'd almost hit the ceiling. There had to be more of that around somewhere. Damn, she was tired of waiting for Art to do it right all the time. As of today she intended to search, looking for the guy who could consistently make her hit the stars.
Art was tightening and moaning incoherently as his body became rigid. Now was the time to do what he liked so he could shoot fast, though it made her hotter than hell.
Her tongue could feel the sperm charging up through the tube on the underside of his cock. She lifted her head until her lips surrounded the bright red knob, and she sucked on that and only that, using her right hand to pump the stem vigorously, jerking it up and down. Art shot into her mouth with tremendous force. She almost gagged on the flood of semen gushing in, sucking wildly, slurping her pink, flexible tongue around the burning head.
Art fell back on the bed, luxuriating in the full intensity of his wife's superb lips. But even as he continued blasting into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, he knew damn well he had to come again.
Pansy understood without his repeating himself that he wanted another orgasm, and it would only serve to make her hotter. True, she could masturbate while he was screwing her in the ass, but it would serve only to partially relieve the strain building up inside her. It didn't pay.
She waited until Art had finished shooting, then began sucking the entire penis into her hungry mouth again. When it came to sex, he always recovered swiftly. In less than five minutes he was fully erect, his fingers reaching for the back of her while she still sucked on his dominant dong. He slid his fingers into her heavily creaming snatch and rubbed them around, making Pansy all the hotter. He rubbed her there again and again until the juices were flooding out of her and she was almost uncontrollable. Art could hear her almost sobbing with passion. Now he sensed she was ready.
Turning her so her ass faced him, Art got up on his knees and pressed his face to his wife's curvaceous crack. He peered into it, parting the ass cheeks, wanting to look at it even if he would never put his mouth there. The tight rosebud of her rectal hole glistened with her pussy juices as he took some of the sopping lubricant and stuffed it into her.
"Come on," Pansy muttered. "Come on, already. It's getting late. I have to make breakfast for you and the kids. Let's move it."
Sitting back on his knees, Art grabbed his rampant cock in his hands and pressed it against her sopping back hole. He shoved, and she helped him by pushing back and relaxing her muscles as best she could. The firm, resisting ring of her sphincter slowly opened and his burning truncheon began its entry.
Lechery filled Art's mind as he stared at the white, smooth moonshaped cheeks of his wife's delicious ass. Little by little he stuffed more and more of his flaming prod into the enlarging anus. He got it halfway in before she began rotating her tantalizing butt, letting him know she was a bit uncomfortable. He partially withdrew the steampole, took a deep breath, and slammed it in again, burying his hot cock to the hilt in her dimpled asshole.
Pansy yelped as she felt his fiery stiffness penetrate to the core of her rectum. It slid in and out as his leaking lubricant oiled her bumhole, and soon the passage became easier and easier. He began panting heavily as his blistering schlong drove in again and again. The soft, ovular shapes of her buttocks bounced against his hairy thighs again and again. His dangling red balls slapped. her hot pussy crack again and again, and each time the sac touched her split, Pansy felt a. little hotter and a bit. more angry at her husband that he wouldn't take the time to make her come, afterward.
Damn, she thought to herself, feeling his slobbering pylon thrust into her bum again and again. I'm going out today and get properly laid and eaten. I don't care if I do become pregnant again. I can't take any more of this frustration.
His flashing cock was slamming away at the speed of light. Art was in a hurry to have his second orgasm. He would be late for work; but the idea of leaving his wife while his erection remained intact was unthinkable. In and out, in and out, his thick moving phallus plunged with speeding regularity. Now Pansy was squeezing her sphincter as tightly as she could, enhancing the thrilling sensation for Art, hot to where nothing he knew how to do would be much good to her. She definitely needed a new, different cock to do something for her.
Eighteen years of marriage to Art had finally convinced her there was nothing more he could do to satisfy her. And for those eighteen years she had clung tenaciously to her fidelity, doing her best to convince herself that if she held out long enough, Art would one day learn to do everything right and completely satisfy her. And in so doing, he would rid himself of his own frustrations. True, he was partially discontent because he wasn't earning as much as they needed to live comfortably. So they'd skimp a little. She wished he wouldn't take it all out on her. If there was nothing he could do about earning more money, then let him accept that fact. Once he did, he might be more gentle with her and somewhat more under-standing. But for eighteen years she had put up with his morose attitude, angry because he did his best to hide it from everyone else, then gave it all to her. It wasn't as if she didn't like him. She was content with him in almost every other way. There was no problem about her spending the rest of her life with him. Heck! Where would she go if she left him?
She could feel his body, behind hers, stiffening. He was going to come again, damn him. He'd come, get dressed, go to the breakfast table, and expect her to have the meal ready and waiting, despite the fact that she was tremendously frustrated.
The pistoning cock speeded up now, shortening its strokes, and she could hear Art panting as his. hands grasped her hips and squeezed them. And then the piddling second shower of hot, sticky sperm came squirting out, coating her rectum, teasing her frustration with its warmth.
Some time today, she assured herself as he with-drew his wilting cock and wiped it off with a tissue.
The Plank Family
Randolph Plank was an easygoing man in his early forties. He had a stomach, though not too large, and his hairline had receded well back by now, not that it mattered since whatever hair he did have was grey. He had a jolly, jovial face, with bright eyes and a wide-smiling mouth. And he was as warm and good to his wife and family as he appeared to everyone else.
Marlene Plank, his wife, had been a pretty woman when he'd married her some twenty years before, but unlike most other women had actually come to look even better with the passage of time. She had short, dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and soft, easy features. Her body was still in excellent shape. She was five feet two inches tall, weighed about a hundred and fifteen, and her firm, thirty-four B breasts still held up nicely without help from Maidenform, though she always wore a bra to keep her delightful protuberances from shimmying around.
Marlene had always been the sexual aggressor in the family, never seeming to get enough of Randolph's nice-sized pecker. And for nineteen years Randy had always given her everything she'd wanted and needed. But he was starting to wear a little. He couldn't held an erection as well as he once did. Nor could he hold one for more than a single orgasm in a twelve hour period. Marlene had not reached her menopause, and she was feeling hotter and hotter with the passage of time. She needed her husband's cock all the more now that he couldn't raise it quite so often. She needed multiple orgasms. Not only that, but she had anal orgasms and even oral climaxes. Yet if Randy couldn't get randy, she couldn't satisfy herself.
Early that Friday morning, she felt the pangs of the sexual tiger raging inside her. She had hinted to Randy that she could use some satisfaction, and he, being the kind of man who could refuse nothing to his wife, had acquiesced. The two of them lay facing one another, both undressed. He smiled and said, "Before I leave, I'll blast a hundred different pleasures into you."
Marlene had smiled. Randy meant well, and he would always do his damnedest to please her. And to some extent he would always succeed, but whatever he would do would only be a temporary assuaging of her needs. Yet she was more than grateful to accept whatever he gave her because whatever he did, he never left her nervous and upset.
Randy, for all his kindness toward his wife, had no idea he wasn't giving her total and complete satisfaction. He had always pictured himself as a lady-killer, enjoying all the genital, anal, and oral acts he performed with Marlene. Even with his cock no longer as rigid as it once was, he had done his best to substitute his tongue and his fingers. And he had believed that whatever he did more than satisfied Marlene.
Propping himself above Marlene, Randy all but swooped down on her, covering her taut body with wet, burning, passionate kisses. He licked with gusto, his flicking tongue moving with the speed of an adder and what he believed to be the effect of an anteater. His tongue ran across his wife's lush, tasty breasts. He let his lips consume each nipple a hundred times, sucking, teasing, pulling with his teeth, and even biting a little.
Marlene prepared herself for his tongue invasion of her already sopping snatch. It came with the force of a warm cyclone, tantalizing and searching in its first inner exploration of her seething pussy. And then the sensation began to build, plunging hotly deeper as his knowing tongue lapped burning lava into her arteries.
Randy was adept and very enthusiastic, noisily slobbering and snorting as he avidly went about trying to tease a response from her sensuous body. She could feel his hands gently searching along her skin, running down along the full cheeks of her ass. His fingers jabbed deeply into the dark, unsuspecting split between her globoid nether cheeks, probing as intently as the tentacles of an insistent squid, searching, searching, searching.
Marlene couldn't keep herself from responding, wriggling as his fingers continued their steady invasion of her tight little asshole. Flashing sparks seemed to reach out from inside her as Randy forced his fore-finger deeper and deeper into her clutching asshole. Meanwhile, his tongue continued its' arduous lashing of her throbbing clit, feeling the way it pulsated" each time he sucked on it as well as licked it. He thrust his oral member deep into the molten core of her blazing twat.
Marlene was moaning softly now, always careful to keep her voice low so as not to be noticed by her three kids, then bucked as Randy slipped a finger from his other hand into her flaming cunt. He rotated the finger while reaming it back and forth in her frothing channel, as his tongue continued to lustily lap away at her solid, upstanding clit. He nibbled at the hard, blood-filled nub, feeling her thighs close tightly around his ears and press until he couldn't hear anything.
The forefinger of his left hand continued jerking in and out of her tight rectum, while his right hand's middle finger probed more and more deeply into her hot, wet, oily woman's channel, and his tongue continued to salubriously slurp away at her wanton clitoris.
By now, Marlene understood her husband's flaccid cock would not become rigid enough for penetration, and so contented herself with temporarily accepting his oral and manual attack. Randy's entire face was all but immersed in the slithering wetness of his wife's slurping cunt. As always, the fragrance of his wife's hungry pussy was pleasant to Randy, and the taste even more pleasant. He drank greedily all the oils she emitted, slobbering his tongue with more and more friction against the thin, hard piece of meat that was her trembling clit.
Marlene began arching her back and pumping her body rigidly against her husband's hardworking mouth. She humped her body back and forth, almost as if she had a penis and was fucking it into his mouth. More and more lubricant squirted from her deep, burning, bottomless hole, splattering all over Randy's chin and throat. Still he lapped, moving both fingers in and out of the two orifices, doing his best to bring her to an overpowering climax. He was savoring the rich taste of that juice as it poured from her Temple of Venus.
Arching her body all the way back, she raised her hips and thrust her pouting pussy deep into his face, and suddenly her orgasm completely overwhelmed her. The outpourings of her sweet, tender snatch until then had been a mere dribble compared to the blast she unleashed at that point. It spattered into his face with the fury of a demonic gale, covering his fore-head and even squirting back into his receding hair-line. One liquid jet followed another into his hungry mouth as his tongue replaced the finger he'd buried in her snatch, doing its best to lick out all the inner juices.
Marlene simply lay there after that, temporarily unable to move. Randy did have a good tongue, and his oral ministrations would satisfy her, for now. But unless she had a good, stiff cock filling the whole of her vaginal hallway, Marlene would shortly become all hot and bothered again, and would need another shooting orgasm. If only Randy could get that cock of his stiff and keep it hard long enough for her ... well what was' the use of conjecturing. Some days Randy had a good rigid rod, and other days it was a flocculent worm.
They had a nice one-story stucco house in southwest Rumton. In order to maintain it, both had to work, especially with the way inflation was running rampant. Both were happy, and though they, like everyone else, could have used a little more money, they didn't let the lack of it mar their enjoyment of life.
Marlene rolled over and sighed while her husband rose and quickly dressed. Randy was not only considerate in having brought his wife a happy orgasm, but he knew she'd need time to recover from its effects, and so went to the kitchen to make the family breakfast.
The Topper Family
Across the railroad tracks from Southwest Rumton was Northwest Rumton. In a big ranch house not too far from the tracks, on a corner with a lot of land, was the Topper residence. Lou Topper was a fantastic gynecologist. He had his hands dipped in female cunt all day long, and still never tired of looking at a good one, or for that matter, feeling it. Lou was in his middle forties, with a pleasant face, a broad chest, and the barest beginnings of a paunch. As a gynecologist he left nothing to be desired. He handled pussymeat with the greatest of delicacy, making certain his nurse was with him most of the time, giving his female patients a strong sense of security. And of course there were those extremely lovely females whose livelihood depended on keeping their desirable snatches in good working condition. They insisted on being alone with the good doctor when he examined each of them, and they paid him for his work by letting him become the customer.
Because be handled all other female vaginas with tender loving care, Lou Topper took out his sadistic carnal urges on his wife, Maryann. Maryann Topper was a delight to any man's eye. She was a feast for a fucking gourmet. Her light brown hair set off her delicate face just perfectly, with a straight nose and perfect lips. Five feet five inches tall, she was a slender reed, though she had nice, round tits with brown aureolae and a set of the sweetest brown nipples any man could want.
If Maryann had only one minor fault to mar her perfection it was the fact that she talked too much. From the instant she awoke until the moment she fell asleep she was always chattering. The only time she became silent was when her husband all but raped her. And it was truly as close to being raped as a physical assault could be. Her white, lush torso bore more than one bruise from Lou's heavy assaults.
Early that Friday morning, Lou had just come from taking a shower and he knew his wife had taken a shower in her own bathroom, on the other side of their large bedroom. She would be going out on an extended shopping tour that day, doing what she did best: spending his money. Well, what the hell! She was a good wife, especially since there were maids to clean the house, maids to do the cooking, maids to do the washing, and maids to take care of their daughter. She was the hottest little sizzler in bed, though. That bright pink gash of hers, fringed by light brown hair, always turned him on, exciting him to where he had to attack her. He always kept her guessing. She never knew when he would jump her. Sometimes he left her body alone for more than a week (especially the weeks he was visited by the "professional" ladies). Other times he would jump on her two or three times a day for five or six days running.
He knew she was afraid of him, and yet, she loved his rough treatment. Oh, she wouldn't admit it, yet she had at least six orgasms each time to his one. He didn't know whether it was the raping that made her come so consistently, or the fact that she was such a hot little twat.
Just thinking about her got him all hot and bothered: those luscious, full, round fits, that flat belly, those roller-coaster curving hips, her firm, solid thighs, and that luscious, puffed-up pink cunt.
Crossing the room, Lou Topper listened at his wife's bathroom door. He heard the shower go off, and then he heard the shower doors roll back. He could hear her step out and towel herself.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and she came strolling out, bare-assed naked, still holding the towel. She headed for the night table near their bed, obviously to pick up a bottle of cologne she had left there. The way her ass cheeks crinkled where they joined her thighs made up Lou's mind. He came up behind her, ripped the towel out of her hand, and threw her on the bed.
Maryann was completely unprepared for his latest attack, and screamed as he lay on top of her, throwing his heavy, hairy legs over hers and pinning her to the bed.
"Honey," he murmured into her frightened face. "It's fuck time. I'm not going to' fool around too much. I'll just warm up that delightful snatch of yours and then give. it the old screweroo." He followed up by jamming his fingers between Maryann's thighs and strongly gripping her by the pelvic hedge.
"Not now, Lou," she begged. "Not now. I have so many things to do today. Please, you can rape me tonight."
"Now, baby," he said, smiling. "I don't have my first patient until ten o'clock, and you ,wouldn't want me to take out any frustrations on her, would you? Come on, open up."
She tried squeezing her thighs together, but he had a fist full of pelvic hair and twisted it, forcing her thighs apart. His mouth covered her left nipple, sucking it hard, compressing it tightly between his lips. In the meantime his hand flattened out and pushed down between her sopping pussy lips. It slid between the flaplike doors of her swollen labia while his teeth nipping at her swollen nipple caused the slick walls of her unprepared box to twitch. Soon her convex cunt began to leak a heavy, thick, slavering lubrication and Lou spread the oozing fluid on his hand as his fingers moved around her delicate tissues in search of her clitoris.
Maryann felt her passion beginning to rise. It was always this way with Lou. He had always been able to detect her orgasms and knew she had many of them. What he didn't know was, each was a tiny orgasm, and she could have had a thousand of them and still not be fulfilled. What she needed was an overpowering climax; something to sweep her out of this universe. For all her crises she was always left frustrated after Lou finished with her.
"Not now, Lou," she begged.
"Why don't you shut the hell up, honey," he told her, keeping her thighs forced wide apart and edging his powerful cock toward the pink slit. The throbbing head wedged itself between her tight, slippery pussy lips. Maryann continued begging, knowing it would do no good. Well maybe he could hurry up and get, it over with. She tugged her ass back in an attempt to make him remove his forward-moving cock, but there was no way to sink into the mattress.
"Come on, Maryann, relax and enjoy it," Lou. told her.
"No," she screamed, part of her not wanting him inside her, and the other part wanting him to hurry it up.
"Here he comes, baby," Lou yelled, throwing his weight against his wedged cock, slamming the heavy throbbing wang halfway into his wife's tight slit.
Her inner vessel always had a narrow passageway, and only lots of time and foreplay could make it distend until it was wide enough to properly accommodate such a thick piece of solid meat. The agony of his forced entrance made her scream and try to jerk away.
Lou worked his swollen pole deeper into the tight confines of his wife's greasy cunt. He sat back for a moment and took a breath, and she seemed to relax, as well. That was when he drove forward again, cramming the immense log in, right up to the hilt, while his heavy, hairy balls slapped loudly against her tight ass cheeks.
The abrupt pain blasted through her like electric particles. Her stomach pulled all the 'way in and she squirmed like a gaffed sailfish. The sensation was so swift and intense, she exhaled almost violently.
Maryann's inner glands began secreting heavily, flooding her anguished cunt with a coating of the salvelike lubricant. Lou, meanwhile, continued thrusting his huge, swollen prick in and out of the slithery hole, knowing her pain would quickly disappear as her tight channel expanded to hold his thrusting cock.
The walls of her ravished cunt began tightening again, only to once again expand; matching the rhythm of her heavy breathing, grabbing his invading pike with the smooth clutch of a velvet hand, tugging on the vividly erect muscle with a taut, yanking pull. The hot massage caused more blood to surge into the sacs of his thrusting cock, causing the iron-hard joint to expand even more, making it ache.
By now, Maryann's fingers were digging into Lou's back, ripping shreds of skin from his working body. Her legs were tightly encircling his waist as her heels relentlessly pounded on his buttocks. The action forced her now meretricious, boiling snatch up to meet his frantic thrusts. Both bodies were perspiring profusely, causing parts of their bodies to meet and come apart with loud suction noises.
Lou muttered unintelligible words as Maryann cried out in swelling passion. The two wildly fucked, clutching, tearing, ripping, yanking, and wriggling in total wanton abandonment. Had a fire-breathing monster invaded their bedroom at that moment, neither would have noticed.
The last of Maryann's pain finally faded. Her thighs parted all the wider, affording Lou deeper ingress into her simmering, bubbling pussy. Her body wildly spasmed as countless electrical charges blasted through her. Her first orgasm descended on her, hammering away at her from within. Her broiling cunt tightly gripped Lou's pounding prod, salaciously sucking on it and drawing it all the more deeply into the mystery of herself. His heavy glans battered her aching cervix, causing an immediate second orgasm, no less passionate, but neither was it stronger, than her first. And then a third hastily followed as her body twitched with the same effort, and finally a fourth broke over her, making her fling her fulcrum against his pounding cock with an insane effort. And yet, something was missing. Something wasn't there that should have been there. Something kept her from having that ultimate fulfillment she had heard her friends discuss.
"Come on," she yelled at Lou. "You started it, now finish it right," and the junctures of their bodies collided together violently.
Her aching, needing twat sucked him deep into her exploding boiler, and he wailed in a loud, unearthly voice, blasting his fiery jism into the depths of her unending, luscious cunt, flooding it, with a burning sea of boiling spunk. Its thick heat ravaged its way through the satin tissues of her flaming cunt, trying to build her toward that ever-illusive final orgasm. But it was too late. The final attainment still remained unreachable.
Feeling let down, Maryann waited for Lou to with-draw from inside her, then stuffed a tissue inside to catch the outpouring liquid. She quickly got dressed after that and went to the kitchen for some hot coffee. She hoped the Java would help to quiet her nerves. Damn that Lou. He always succeeded in heating her up, giving her a few short climaxes, and then leaving her dangling. She felt furiously frustrated. Hell, maybe she was lucky. There were many women who didn't come at all.
The Stone Family
Jewel Stone was one of those women who had never really known a climax. But she was unaware of it. And her husband, Len Stone, was unaware as well. jewel, a truly beautiful woman, a bit on the plump side, was. a perfect wife and a model mother. In bed, she felt her husband's fat cock reach deep into her, but always believed the rushing heat of his sperm, which splashed strongly against her womb, was the feeling she was supposed to receive. She loved it. She really loved it. And when he withdrew following an ejaculation, she could never understand the uneasy feeling that followed.
Equally enjoyable was her swallowing of his seed those times he fucked her in the mouth. She even. let him lap her pussy, but not too often. All his tongue did was provoke more uneasiness in her. True, the unquiet feeling passed once she'd taken a cool shower, afterward. But jewel preferred hot showers to cool ones, especially in the winter.
And Len Stone, who was dapper, also a bit plump, with curly hair and a little mustache, always fancied himself a man who always made his wife come. Hell, he'd always made every other woman come, and in fact still was making a few of them achieve orgasm. He ran a stationery store and had a- little room in the back where he would occasionally bring a willing female, leaving some assistant in charge while he had his jollies. He didn't feel his extra-marital affairs harmed Jewel in any way. After all, he always saw to it she got her fill. Not that she came panting after it; but he was certain the urge was always there, and he, like a good husband, always did his best to satisfy those urges.
An extra-marital affair never occurred to jewel. Her body, never having experienced a true orgasm, could have gone on the rest of her life without truly feeling the need, since the only women truly capable of needing sexual satisfaction are those who have previously experienced it.
But the previous day she had stopped into her husband's store and he hadn't been there, or so she had believed. And she would have left, had she not needed some writing paper. Going to the shelf with the paper, she had taken a box. And then, through the porous walls she overheard the faintest of noises. Pressing her ear to the wall, she listened and heard her husband grunting and groaning in the throes of coitus. She knew the sound. She'd heard it often enough.
What was good for the gander was good for the goose as far as she was concerned. But it had to be with the right person.
She had left the store and had waited in her car outside, watching for a woman to come out whom she had not previously seen in the store. And when she had seen one of her best friends, Rosita Pell, emerge from the store, she had decided the one man best suited for what she had in mind would be Rosita's husband, John. She only hoped he would find her as attractive as Len, her husband, had found Rosita.
The Blaise Family
Ron Blaise was a high-powered advertising executive. He never made a move unless he was certain of himself. In his late thirties, with a slightly balding head, he knew he was still attractive enough to draw women like flies. His long, thick cock was a gift from God, and it would have been unfair of him to limit it solely to Doris, his wife.
Doris Blaise, a stunning strawberry blonde, built like the proverbial brick defecatorium, was hot, and in constant need of having her fires damped. But Ron had to be careful not to wear himself out on her lest he not have enough for all the other women he encountered in his occupation.
Doris remembered the last time he had made it with her. They hadn't even used the bed. It had been the previous Sunday, and she had stepped out of the bathroom after a long, luxuriating bubble bath. Her white skin shone like soft alabaster, and her long, strawberry blond hair was splayed down over both shoulders, barely hiding each of her round, solid titties. Their pink nipples poked through the hair like the noses of curious kittens.
Ron had been lolling in bed, not even thinking of sex, but the moment he saw her he understood what. she wanted. Her green eyes were two lambent flames waiting to become pyres of delight, and her full red lips were pursing, hungry for his kisses.
"Okay," he had said lackadaisically, standing up and removing his pajamas. "Let's not take all day, though. We have people to visit, and I don't want to be all tired out when we go there."
He had sat on her dressing table stool and made her kneel in front of him, saying, "Okay, Doris, gobble it up."
Doris had fallen on her knees in front of him, and bending her head, had taken his semi-erect flesh pipe into her hands, rubbing it strongly, watching it surge upward as blood filled its many sacs. As it neared full hardness, she had dipped her head down and had started sucking on its glans, lustily licking the smooth, round purple head, tasting the slick lubricant as it began to dribble out and then pour out. Her fingers had teased his sensitive testicles, carefully tickling them, weighing them in the palms of her hands, and then softly stroking the wrinkled skin of the dangling sac. Her tongue slurped around the rich, bloodfilled dome,. then teased along the full length of the white, stiff shaft, and finally lapped the heavy, lolling testicles.
"Now," her husband had told her in a bored tone, and that was what had bothered her most. He didn't glory in sex as she did. He didn't seem to need her. Not that he didn't come or make her come. He was always successful from the physical point of view. It was his rotten indifference that bugged her. She wanted her man to pant for her and tell her how lovely she was. She needed to be told how beautiful she was, how wonderfully arousing she could be, how incomparable she was as a partner. She needed to be loved, to be needed, to be wanted, and Ron made her feel as if she were unnecessary.
She had straddled ,his solid thighs, facing him. His solid penis had been in her hand while he had reached between her. thighs, letting his fingers run through the groove between her soaking cunt. Satisfied she was wet enough, he spread her steaming pussy lips and she slowly lowered herself onto it. The pulsating phallus began reaching up into her wide-spread hole as little by little she sank onto the up-thrust stanchion. Once his vibrating wand was started into her oiled interior, he released her leaking lips, reached up, and with his fingers tweaked the pink nubs of her nipples. He rubbed the flat of his hand across each nipple in turn, then leaned forward and began sucking on them.
Her well-stretched pussy lips engulfed his hot, throbbing dick into her sucking vagina until every last bit of it was inside and surrounded by her hot, velvet walls of red, wet flesh.
"Move it," he mumbled, his mouth still filled with one of her tasty tits, and he deigned to thrust slightly.
Her lovely white ass began bobbing up and down like a bouncing pair of volley balls as she squirmed, churned, and shook all over his pulsating prick. Slick drippings of her leaking lubrication trickled down both of her inner thighs as her convex labia sucked on his thrusting cock, pulling as it were with all their limited strength. The solid muscles of her behind tightened and loosened as she worked her furnace-like cunt over his solid meat, her pussylips slurping, tugging, and yanking on the surging cock.
Ron dug his fingers into the perfect orbs of her white ass and continued biting hard on the rubbery pink nipple. He was human, and even he couldn't remain unaffected by what was going on. His handsome face twisted with feeling as her lush body convulsed in the throes of utter and sublime ecstasy.
Her gasps became louder and she began pumping up and down all the faster. Totally absorbed by her own inner sensations, Doris didn't hear her husband groan with the pleasure he was receiving. Had she heard him, she might not have formed her "plan" later on.
"You ready?" he asked, releasing her nipple.
"Not quite," she gasped, and he said, "I'll wait."
You ready? she thought. And when she had said she wasn't, he had said he'd hold off, like some inhuman thing. How could he control his orgasm so well? she wanted to know. If only once he was so completely aroused by her that he couldn't contain himself. If only once he had a premature ejaculation.
"Almost, now," she had told him, shuddering, clasping his face tightly to her bosom, bouncing all the more rapidly.
And then she was there, exploding inside with orgiastic fury. Her frothing cunt squeezed his cock again and again, but it was almost as if she had a piece of artificial rubber inside her.
"Okay," he yelled, quivering. "Here I come."
And then he shot a massive wad of gooey cream into her body and she knew it was no rubber dildo in her body but the real thing. Doris was grateful for that much. At least she could make him come, too. Had he not popped his load into her she would have felt herself a totally ineffective female.
Even so, he didn't bother holding her close as he came, and when he finished unleashing his spunk, he patiently waited while she attempted to fully enjoy the throes of her own orgasm, yet did nothing to enhance it for her. He was telling her she should be grateful enough to receive his firm, fleshy cock in the confines of her hot snatch long enough to have a satisfactory conclusion, and not bother him with the pettiness of foolish caresses.
Damn! she thought to herself, feeling his column of flesh ,slowly wilt. Damn him! It was time to put her plan into action, or she'd die an unsatisfied woman. Somewhere among her five friends there had to be one husband good enough to make her feel like a needed woman. Well she'd try every one of them.
And Friday, today, was the day. While Ron talked at the breakfast table about what plans he'd made for various clients, Doris thought of the plans she'd made for her own "clients." It was time to feel desired and desirable.
She smiled as she put on her light pink lipstick, wondering if she should use her own husband's agency to "advertise."
CHAPTER TWO
The various villages on Short Island all had their morning rush hours. Though there were no subways, people used buses and flooded the parkways and streets with cars. Like busy ants they scurried about, each in a hurry to get to his or her job. Sex might have been on the minds of many of the hurrying people, but few thought of it as something to do then and there.
John and Jewel
Jewel Stone had put on a simple brown suit with a light yellow blouse. Being a bit on the pleasingly plump side, she knew she wasn't the type to wear sexy, low-cut dresses. Besides, it was cold out. She would be wearing a heavy coat and it would effectively hide any sexy dress she might have worn. Equally important, if she hadn't the courage to go through with anything physical, she didn't want John Pell to get the idea she had originally hoped to convey. At first she had planned to visit him at his home and attempt to seduce him. Why not? Len had always told her she was a highly provocative woman, but after having heard Len with Rosita Pell, she wondered how many other women he had been with, and how many others he had convinced they, too, were sexy.
As she drove the few short blocks to the Pell residence, she thought her best course was to tell John Pell about the affair his wife was having with Len and see what course of action John wanted to take.
The whole of Knoll Street seemed deserted at that hour. There wasn't a car or a person around. She felt conspicuous in her grey station wagon.
Heck, she thought. What had she to worry about? All she wanted to do was talk. She wouldn't be parked outside the Pell residence for any great length of time.
No, talk wasn't all she wanted. She wanted a way to get even with Len. She had trusted him, never even thinking he might be sleeping with any woman other than herself. He had betrayed that trust, and with one of her best friends. He had hurt her irrevocably. Unless she found some way of getting even she could never be content.
Parking in front of the frame split-level, she got out of the car and approached the house, walking through the front gate. Reaching the door, she hesitated. Now that she was here she felt almost idiotic. How does one tell a man his wife is cheating? Worse, how does one tell the man his wife is cheating with one's own husband?
Sighing, she turned around and headed back toward the car.
No, she thought. No! If she walked away now, Len would continue with what he was doing. He would do it again and again. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. Something had to be done. She had no idea what, but something ... otherwise she would feel cuckolded. Cuckolded? No, that wasn't right. It was the man who was cuckolded. That's right. John Pell was wearing the symbolic goat's horns. Jewel felt it her duty to let him know. She had to tell him or her own conscience would continue to bother her, or so she rationalized.
Turning back toward the house, she strode decisively to the front door and pushed the doorbell. An instant later she regretted it and would have turned to run had the door not opened.
He stood behind the storm door wearing red slacks and a purple shirt. His black hair was combed back and he had a quizzical smile on his clean-shaven face, wondering what she was doing there so early in the morning.
"Hi, Jewel," he greeted, holding the storm door open. "Come on in. It's too cold to be hopping around on doorsteps."
She entered the house, feeling a little foolish, and yet determined not to be deterred now that she was there. She had to go through with it, for John's sake as well as her own.
She watched him shut the door and then followed him into the downstairs family room.
"Rosita's not here," he told her, and she was aware he knew she knew his wife wasn't there.
"I ... uhh ... know," she nodded, and opened her coat.
"Here," he said. "Let me hang this up for you." And he took her coat and put it in the closet. "I was just making some hot chocolate," he told her. "Can I get some for you?"
"That would be nice," she nodded.
He led her to the kitchen on the second level, took two cups from one of the cabinets, and set them on the table.
"Here," she said, seeing the pan of hot chocolate milk sitting on the burner. "Let me do that. It's a woman's job."
"Sure thing," he nodded.
She poured the chocolate into the two cups and they sat at the kitchen table.
"Yours must be a very interesting job," she said sipping her drink
"It's a job, like anything else," he told her.
"But looking at all those nude women all day long. Doesn't it arouse your
"Sure."
"And yet you don't really do anything about it until you come home?"
"Say look, jewel, I'm sure you didn't come here to discuss or discover my extra-marital goings on."
"Well, in a way I have," she told him, "although I'm talking about Rosita more than you."
"What about Rosita?" he asked.
"She's been having an affair with Len," she told him, surprised she could say it so unemotionally.
"I doubt if you could call it an affair," John told her.
And then she proceeded to tell him what she had seen.
"It could hardly be classified as an affair," he explained. "So they had a fling."
"But John, that's terrible. I mean, Len betrayed me."
"I don't think he had any intention of hurting you, Jewel. More than likely he found Rosita irresistible, and propositioned her, and she accepted."
"But she's my friend. How could she do that to me?" Jewel asked.
"I don't think she felt she was harming your friendship."
"John bow can you be so calm, knowing my husband has, well, slept with your wife?"
"He didn't sleep with her, he fucked her. Let's, be explicit."
"If you're trying to shock me John, I'm not that much of a prude."
"I'm not trying to shock you, Jewel. I'm just being frank."
"But what can I do about Len?"
"Nothing, really. Accept it."
"I ... can't. I wasn't brought up that way."
"Times have changed, Jewel. I think you know Len loves you very much. Having a sexual encounter with another woman does not mean he loves you any less. I mean, can you go on eating roast beef day after day? Even you want a hamburger or pot roast or steak every now and again. Same thing with Len. He may find you the best lay he's ever known. But he still needs a little something on the outside now and again. By begrudging it to him, all you'll do is make the two of you very unhappy. Just pretend you know nothing about it.'
"But I do know," Jewel said, almost in a pleading tone. "It isn't fair, John. I've been faithful to him. I've never had the urge to 'stray.'"
"Hoggimous higgimous, man is polygamous. Higgimous hoggomous woman's monogamous."
"If that's so, how do you explain away Rosita?"
"She has things inside of her that don't function properly if she doesn't get a certain quota of sex."
"Well why can't she come to you instead of going to Len?"
"To be truthful, Rosita's gone to a lot more men than just Len. If she relied on me for everything she needed, I'd have died a long time ago."
"And you don't love her any less?"
"What has love to do with it? It's pure, raw sex, a physical function to satisfy an internal physical need. She doesn't love me any less just because she uses another man. And I love her all the more, because she's considerate enough to not to want to wear me out."
"And she's the only woman you sleep with?"
"Ah, now we're back to me?"
"John, I'm ... sorry, it's just that ... well this is something I find difficult to accept. I mean, it isn't fair that he should have as many women as please him while I stay at home and save it all for him."
"Jewel, are you hinting you'd like a little action?"
She blushed furiously, looking down into her cup of chocolate. Then she said, "You photograph gorgeous nudes all day long. You'd never be attracted to a woman as stout as me."
"To begin with, you aren't stout. You're the littlest bit plump, and on you it looks good. If anything, it makes you look more voluptuous."
"You're saying that because you're my friend," she replied, her face bright red.
"Jewel, I'm telling you the truth. You're no less sexy than any of the women I photograph."
"Now I know you're flattering me."
"Suppose I prove it."
"How?" she asked, her heart jumping into her throat, afraid he would suggest they toddle off to the nearest bedroom.
"I have one of my large Polaroid cameras here. Suppose I take a few photos of you to prove how truly beautiful you are."
"But you only photograph nude women."
"Not always. I've taken portraits of women in various stages of dress and undress, ranging from fully clothed to fully nude. There's nothing wrong with the way you're dressed. Let me show you."
She waited nervously in the kitchen while he went down to the family room and returned with a large camera, a tripod, and an electronic flash unit.
"The kitchen's a rotten place to take decent pictures," he said. "Let's go into the living room."
Still nervous, Jewel followed him into his cathedral-ceilinged living room. Once there, he had her sit on the sofa with her legs tucked under her and snapped three separate photos, turning her head different ways each time. When each of the pictures 'had developed itself, he showed her the portraits and said, "See. You look, absolutely stunning." And Jewel had to admit to herself she looked good in the pictures.
"You're a professional," she told him. "You know how to make me look better than I really am."
"Don't be silly. All I did was capture the real you."
"Sure. You hid my heavy calves, and angled the pictures to make me look thinner. You'd never get away with that if you were photographing me in the nude."
"Jewel, do you know what you're saying?"
"All I'm saying is, if you photographed my naked body you couldn't make it look good."
He could see the scared look in her eyes, partly afraid her comment would make him say, "Strip!" But more afraid he wouldn't.
"Just to prove I can show how absolutely beautiful you really are, would you consider allowing me to take a nude photo of you?" he asked.
Her heart was trip-hammering in her ample breast. Now that she'd goaded him into saying it, what could she answer. She had to go through with it or feel foolish. She'd be meeting John at parties from time to time, and would feel more ridiculous for not having undressed than for letting him see her naked body.
"Not down here," was what she finally told him, and he ushered her up to the master bedroom.
Jewel looked around, noting the bed was made and everything was neatly arranged.
"Should I undress in the bathroom?" she asked.
"If you would feel more at ease. You'll find a large bath towel on the rack in there. You can use it to wrap yourself in before coming out."
She disappeared into the bathroom and nearly ten minutes went by before she reappeared, wrapped in nothing but the towel. Her eyes dipped to the level of his crotch, and she thought she saw the slightest tell-tale bulge there. It made her embarrassed, yet she felt even more acutely feminine, knowing she had caused a reaction in this man.
He posed her on the bed, arranged the camera properly, then said, "Okay, this is it. Pull off the towel, drop it on the floor where it can't be seen. I'll take the picture and you can cover up again."
She hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, then tugged the towel off and dropped it on the floor. She heard the camera click and saw the flash go off, but didn't move. Instead, her gaze was locked on his eyes, which in turn were still focused on her torso.
"How the hell can you say you aren't beautiful," be muttered. "You are stunning. You are absolutely divine. You're everything a man could physically want in a woman."
And to John Pell, jewel was beautiful. She had a full, rich torso, with large, pendulous breasts,. both of which were firm. Her nipples were thick buttons of dark amber surrounded by roseates of pinkish-brown. Under his burning gaze the nipples began to extend themselves, basking in the caress of his eyes.
"I ... never thought I'd let another man see me this way," was all she could say as he stepped out from behind the camera and approached her.
"I can understand Len's wanting to keep your light hidden under a bushel," he told her, nearing the bed and letting his gaze caress her very full hip and ample thigh. "You're a stunning woman."
His left hand reached down and caressed her creamy hip. Jewel didn't even think of pulling away. The electric touch of his fingers sent shuddering currents through her. Perhaps it was because he was someone other than Len. And when his hand gently pried her thighs apart, letting him gaze into the center of her womanhood, she didn't feel ill at ease. She actually enjoyed watching him stare between her thighs.
John let his eyes rest on the artwork of her rich pink cunt. Surrounded as it was by the light brown moss it was a masterpiece of perfection. Those soft brown tendrils seemed like a pure, protecting filter as they all but circled her pink crack. The fineness of each hair seemed more delicate than a silk strand, and more gossamer than a spider's web covered with dew. The rich, soft lips of her moistening snatch were becoming a blend of rich pink and red. Each of those lips was a door guarding the entrance to the palace of Aphrodite; the pathway to the Valley of Love. And as she breathed, each of those wet, convex labia pouted wide, revealing the inner soaking lips as they fluttered and opened and closed, turning redder by the moment as she became more and more excited.
At the peak of her lubricious pussy, John saw her growing clitoris. No bigger than a split pea, it was hardening and extending itself slightly, vibrating as if inviting him to touch it. And then he saw something he didn't quite understand. Just as the clitoris was about to reach its fully erect size, it disrupted a small bit of membrane, and the skin seemed to cover it up. Her clitoris was all but out of reach.
"You're absolutely lovely," John murmured. "Any man would be a fool not to revel in the touch of someone like yourself."
"I'm here," she said, breathing heavily, almost afraid. "Prove you aren't a fool."
In less than half a minute, John had undressed and was hovering over her. She 'liked the look of his body. He was taller than Len, and a bit heavier, but he radiated sexual arousal.
He kneeled between her thighs, and at first she didn't understand what he wanted to do. She thought he might try lapping away at her fervid cunt, but she had never enjoyed it too much when Len did it. All Len's tongue did was rub against something that aroused her and left her hanging by the time he got tired. And then she'd have to go and take another cool shower. She hoped John wouldn't make her develop that funny feeling, and then leave her once he was satisfied.
But John Pell, having seen the way the soft membraneous piece of flesh covered her excited clit, had no intention of leaving jewel hanging. It was a ripe, red berry, waiting to be eaten. All he had to do was fold back the fleshy leaf covering it, first.
He let his tongue touch the bottom of her curved slit, then slurped it straight up, running it between the full outer labia and touching her sensitive inner lips. Jewel, who had felt Len's tongue often invade her creaming pussy, instantly discerned a difference in the way John was tonguing her. He wasn't licking daintily around the outside, trying to work up enough desire to finally poke his tongue in. John had plunged right between the petallike lips of her now-steaming cunt, his long, wet tongue scooping through her flaming inner labia, lapping lustily at the juices pouring out.
John plunged his oral digit deep into the fuming depths of Jewel's burning cunt, licking the lower wall, the right wall, and then the left wall, in turn. But when he tried lapping salaciously at her upper wall, he found a difficulty. Her upper cuntwall seemed to have an inward curve to it, preventing tongue, finger, or cock from touching it.
The truth hit John immediately. Though Jewel might have thought herself content with Len, she had never had an orgasm. Perhaps she believed she did, otherwise she would be a quivering, trembling, unhappy woman who would have eventually had a nervous breakdown. No, Jewel had never had an orgasm, and probably more than once had felt a little frustrated.
It was time for this voluptuously beautiful woman to know what climaxing was all about. Once she discovered it, a simple, minor operation would probably put her on the orgasm trail once and for all.
Using his thumbs, John reached for the top of her soaked split and used them to pull the clitoris away from her covering membrane. His tongue reached it, and her response was instantaneous. She clamped her thighs tightly around his head, locking him against her steaming snatch.
To Jewel the sensation was something totally different. It was as if he'd touched a part of her with a high voltage wire. Millions of volts of raw electricity charged through her aroused clit. She never even felt his clutching hands grip her large, round ass cheeks to hold her more firmly in place while his tongue traveled the entire length of her fiery cunt, reaming it out again and again, stopping on each upsweep to suck on her exposed, vibrating button. His tongue moved around rapidly, slurping the broiling walls of her blazing cunt, then running all the way down, then all the way up, and stopping only to make her tingle with untold delights as it massaged something of which she had been totally unaware until then.
John found he could hold the extended membrane to the side very easily with his thumb, and was now able to lick the trembling clit so thoroughly, it grew large enough for him to grip it ever so carefully with his front teeth. He used his teeth to rub the clit gently, massaging its soft, tender flesh by jerking his head up and down. And though he held her full, delectable bottom with his left hand, it bounced and shuddered. He tugged the sensitive clit out to its full length, carefully chewing on it while he carefully pressed his left thumb against her anus. The webbed sphincter resisted only slightly, then gave, surrendering to his careful insistence. His thumb slowly sank into the hard tightness of her swallowing rectum, and it made her bounce all the more as her thighs clamped more solidly against the sides of his head, trying to crush it between them.
Her bottom bounded up and clown on the firm mattress as she shook and shivered, cramming her aroused vagina into his mouth again and again. She began rotating her hips insanely, taking his head with her gripping loins. Still John chewed and sucked on her throbbing clit, causing needles of unparalleled delight to course through her body.
Jewel couldn't quite understand what was going on, but she knew she liked it. She knew Len had never been able to do this to her, and that also bothered her because she couldn't figure out why John could and her own husband couldn't. Len wasn't a poor lover. His fat cock was wide enough to just about fill her entire twat, and he tongued her often enough. Yet he had never been able to do for her what John was doing.
Could it be her husband was right in seeking variety? Was that the answer?
His flicking tongue intermixed with the sharp, arousing edges of his teeth were driving her to distraction. A strange, different feeling was building inside her, much like those other feelings she had known when Len had left her after having unloaded a wad of burning sperm into her. But this time the feeling was much stronger, and the sensations were far more pronounced. She was humping her ass up and down uncontrollably, and understood there was no way she could stop herself. She could feel the thick, pungent liquid pouring out of her, and she sensed his anxious mouth drinking it all down.
And then she felt as if an atomic blast had slammed into her body. It really came from within, but hit her with such abruptness, she felt like a simple piece of fluttering paper being blown about in a maelstrom. Blasting sounds filled her ears and lava flowed through every burning blood vessel in her tempestuous body. She shuddered with the force of an earth-quake and thrashed about wildly on the bed, her ass and legs pummeling John's body with the power of an alligator's tail.
Again and again her thighs convulsed, all but strangling the man vised between them. And John's rapid-fire tongue teased her ultra-sensitive clit even more, knowing years of pent up frustration, hidden away by her not having had previous orgasms, now suddenly surged out of her in a blistering explosion.
Slowly, little by little, her orgasm subsided, and she finally opened her thighs, releasing him.
John instantly moved up on the bed and held her trembling body to his, knowing a woman needed affection more than ever during the after-climax. He pressed her full, rondular breasts close to his chest and kissed her throat and cheeks. And jewel felt like a royal queen, bathing in the sunlight of a warm, overpowering after-climax.
"I don't know what you did," she finally said, "but it was unlike anything Len has ever done. And he's tasted me there many times."
So John explained to her about the little bit of flesh covering her clitoris and explained the need for its removal. He also explained about the top of her inner vaginal canal. Although he understood very little about surgery, he said a good doctor would be able to perform a very minor operation and bring her upper wall low enough to come into contact with any phallus thrust into her.
"You're a very understanding man, John," she murmured. "But before I leave I'd like to do something for you. I mean, it wouldn't be fair of me to go like this."
"I'm not going to argue with you," he told her. "Do whatever pleases you."
"What pleases me is to please you."
She sat up and stared at the still fully erect phallus. Caressing it lightly, she asked, "Where would you like. to put it?"
"Since I made the decision that resulted in your climax, you decide about mine."
His body had tightened the instant she had touched his rampant cock. And now she decided she would use her mouth on him, just as he had used his on her.
Lying back, John lifted himself on his elbows and watched her. She plainly knew what she was doing, and didn't bother looking at him for approval. She opened her mouth and instantly swallowed the rich, purpling head, feeling its smoothness rub against her tongue. Now that his hot cock was trapped in her mouth she made a mental measurement and decided Len's was slightly larger, but what did it matter? John's rigid phallus was large enough to satisfy just about any woman no matter where he put it. It played heavily against her licking tongue as her firm lips tightly surrounded it then swooped all the way to the base, caressing the flesh all the way down. She rubbed one hand on his stomach, and let the other flutter beneath his ass, her forefinger searching for his elusive asshole. After all, he had stabbed her anus, it was only fair she return the treatment, especially since she'd enjoyed the feeling of his finger inside her. Her head continued bobbing up and down and she looked like she was sucking on a long, fat piece of pink candy.
Jewel knew she was getting to him when he began to counter his body to hers, thrusting his hot prick deeper and deeper into her lusting throat. Now the shiny knob was touching the soft, pulpy back of her throat and was reluctant to leave it. She had to tug her head back and let her lips slide slitheringly along the full length of his twitching flesh shaft, until she could feel the rough ridge of his flaming corona with the tip of her anxious tongue. She licked the glans vigorously, letting her teeth nip softly along the sensitive bulb of seething flesh, and knew she was doing a good job when he bucked his ass off the bed, squirming in exquisite agony.
Moving her head down again, she let the flat of her titillating tongue slide along the heated underside of his petrified phallus. It made him turn and twist, much to jewel's delight. She was enjoying sucking on his burning cock more than she'd believed. No sense of guilt invaded her mind. No thought of betraying Len bothered her. Now she understood how her loving husband could truly love her and still have casual screwing with other women, though the cuntlapping she'd only recently undergone was far from a casual thing. And she knew for a fact that the way she was sucking John's rigid rod was in no way casual. She didn't love John, nor did he love her, though she certainly liked him a lot more now than she had before. One couldn't do what she was doing with John unless he was a man one liked.
And John stared down at the beautiful face sucking in his powering pole, looking at it through the thick pelvic hedge between his own thighs. He liked Jewel a lot, and though he'd often fantasized something like this with her, had not tried anything since she was one of Rosita's closest friends, and he had felt a little discretion was in order. Though she had always seemed like a clever, intelligent woman, who could tell how she felt about being propositioned? She might have gone and told her husband. She might have told Rosita, which wouldn't have meant anything in his marital relationship, but it might have put a strain on his wife's friendship with Jewel. He'd had more than enough outside action with his many models, and much as he liked his wife's friends, had never attempted any move they might have considered offensive.
Now jewel had made the first move. She might or might not want to see him again after this, but all that really mattered was now. Her voracious jaws were like those of a young female lion cub as they nursed at his throbbing bone, and she could easily hold her own with the best blow-job artists he'd ever encountered. She enjoyed doing it, and that was half the fellatio right there. Any woman who did it without liking it made it lose a lot in the feeling.
He stared at the way her mouth kept making his frenzied cock disappear then reappear. Each time her head bobbed down, he could feel the tickling of her lips against his pelvis while the tip of her tongue licked the heavy, tight sac of his scrotum. Her teeth would purposely linger around the base of his vibrating prick, biting it, chewing it, and thrilling him.
His thrusting pecker filled Jewel's mouth almost completely, but wasn't long enough to make her gag. This allowed her to ram her head against his pelvis as hard as she could, almost butting her nose against the lower part of his belly. Luckily his belly was soft and actually cushioned her face.
His ass bucked in cadence to the rhythm of her bobbing head, thrusting his flesh sword deep into the tender scabbard of her thirsting throat. His balls were already on fire and tightening as he humped his body against her harder and harder. Her viscous saliva was like a burning salve, easing the way into her mouth, yet torturing the outer layer of skin on his flesh pole.
John didn't say anything. Words would have been superfluous at a time like this. To tell her she was doing a good job would have been all but ridiculous. She knew from his reactions how good a job she was doing.
Jewel was pulling on his rock-hard bone as if she were trying to suck out the marrow. Her cheeks were bloated as her lips concentrated themselves all the more tightly about his fiery cock. She began to squeeze them so narrowly around his plunging shaft he actually had to force the heavy prick to move. The moistness of her flicking tongue was driving him insane with sensation, and he began to pound himself more violently upward into her engulfing maw.
And then John felt it beginning to rise. Grabbing her hair with both hands, he yanked her head down until her lips rubbed his hairy pelvis. And then Jewel felt the tiny tube at the rear of his cock begin to pulsate violently, and she knew the jism was climbing its way out of him. She sucked all the harder now.
Taking a deep breath, Jewel set herself for the boiling semen. Her throat contracted and then she began swallowing as the heavy, bursting gobs of frothy liquid jetted into her mouth and slid down her waiting throat. She swallowed lustily, enjoying the feel of the burning liquid as it splashed into her gullet.
Men looked different, men smelled different, and they even tasted somewhat different, Jewel reflected, sucking hard, squeezing all the gooey cream from inside his pipe. Her pursing lips pressured his wilting cock into surrendering every last drop within its confines.
She liked the taste of him. Not that he tasted better than Len, but she liked the taste of John Pell. And she would always be grateful to him. He had brought to her a full understanding of an orgasm. More important, though she realized Len, her husband, was probably having forays with more than one other woman, she no longer felt jealous.
Rosita was a good friend, and now John was just as good a friend, though an entirely different kind of friend. She would take his advice and have the operation so she could fully enjoy sex with Len from now on. And if her husband didn't totally satisfy her, she could always go elsewhere.
Rosita and Ron
Rosita worked for a public-relations firm in Gravel City. It was in a two-story building on Seventh Street and was only one of the firms to occupy the building. There were three others.
Occupying the same floor as her public relations firm was the ad agency for which Ron Blaise worked. Since his wife was a close friend of Rosita, he could hardly help noticing her each day she came to work. What infuriated him was her friendly attitude toward him without any attempt to get even closer. Every woman in the ad agency was hot for him. He had boffed half the women there, and had given it to at least a third of the secretaries working for Rosita's company. Why did Rosita stand off? She was absolutely gorgeous, and he'd had hot pants for her the first time he'd seen her. At first he'd considered her unapproachable, but then came the day he'd seen her go into the company storeroom with one of the assistant vice presidents. And when they didn't come out after two minutes he began wondering what was going on.
From his desk in the ad agency he had a clear view of the storeroom door belonging to the PR firm. He timed them and discovered she was in the storeroom with the man for more than twenty minutes. And when they came out, they had no supplies with them. His irascible mind reached one conclusion, and from that time forward he was determined the girl would have the good fortune of feeling his cock inside her.
He invited her out to lunch more than once, and she accepted. He let go with a few sly hints, but they seemed to go over her head. But this was the day for a direct approach. He knew her boss wouldn't be in for at least an hour, and he himself had taken care of his own business. He would speak to her directly, and discover why she hadn't succumbed to his masculine charms.
He was standing in the doorway of his ad agency when she came out into the hall and went to the water cooler.
"Que pasa?" he asked, and she smiled back and said, "Not much."
"Hey," he wanted to know. "What is it with you? Don't you like me?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, her huge boobs pushing against her white blouse, teasing him.
"I mean, I know you've been giving it away on the side. How come you won't give any of it to me?"
"That's my business," she told him.
"Is it because my wife Doris is one of your friends?"
"Not directly," she replied.
"Well hell, don't make me guess. Why not me?"
"You're a nice guy, Ron, but you think you're God's gift to all of womankind. You think you're doing a woman a favor by burying your penis in her, or letting her go down on you."
"Doris has been talking, I see."
"Not Doris. Don't forget, you've worked on many of the girls in my office. Any man who goes with me does so not because he's doing me a favor. He goes with me because he likes me and I like him, and we both want to enjoy one another."
"Why not give me a chance?"
"And be added to the list of those you've honored? No thanks."
She smiled, turned, and headed back to her firm. Ron stood there, still not quite understanding how she could turn him down.
CHAPTER THREE
Rosita and Art
Art Kane was one of the non-titled workers at Gravel City Public Relations, the firm for which Rosita also worked. He, like Ron Blaise, had always been hot for the Latin-American charmer. He was aware of her extra-marital activities, and was itching to become part of them. Like Ron Blaise he had broached the subject to her, and like Ron Blaise he had been turned down. Unlike Ron Blaise he' attributed it to Rosita's .not liking him. This despite the fact that she always stopped at his desk each morning and talked to him.
That morning, when she came over to his desk, he began teasing her in the good-natured manner he showed to everyone but his wife.
"How about it, Rosita baby. You and I might not be able to make beautiful music together, but we. sure as hell could do something with the lyrics."
"I can tell by the look on your face you had at least one happy experience this morning," she countered. "You probably don't have enough left for me."
"Just try me, Rosita baby. Just try me."
"I've often wanted to, Art. The trouble with you is, you're so concerned with your own orgasm you don't care about your partner's."
"That's the trouble when the woman you want happens to be best friends with your wife."
"Pansy and I are good friends, Art. She's told me about the way you behave in private. Why should I let you have me? You'd start acting the same way toward me."
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"Before you start enjoying extra-marital affairs, you should not only learn to enjoy your own wife, but to make her enjoy you, as well."
"I'm willing, I'm willing. Just . give me half a chance."
"I think you need a lesson in wife treatment."
"And you're the one to give it to me?"
"I think so."
"When?"
"Now is as good a time as any. The supervisors are all in a meeting and won't be out for at least a half hour."
"Where, where?"
"Mr. Roth's private office ought to do. He's not coming in today, and he has a nice, comfortable couch."
"The big boss, huh? He ever use that couch?"
"You want information or a lesson?"
"A lesson, definitely a lesson."
"You have to do everything I say. Everything!"
"Okay, okay."
Rising, he followed her to her own office, and the two passed through another door into the office of the firm's president.
"Undress!" Rosita ordered, locking the door.
Knowing a disagreement would make her change her mind, Art Kane hurried so comply. He dumped all his clothing on the big desk in the room, then walked over to the velvet couch and watched Rosita strip.
The sight of her naked body made his tongue hang out. Her huge, round, chocolate-tipped breasts were twice the size of Pansy's. Now those were tits. These were boobs a man could dig his teeth into or sink his fingers into.
"Lie down on the couch, face up," she ordered, and he hurried to comply. "I had a long talk with Pansy," Rosita continued. "She tells me when you take your time you're terrific. When you hurry though, you don't do her a bit of good."
"I'll take my time, I'll take my time," he assured her.
"It's more than that," she snapped. "You make Pansy go down on you, but you never reciprocate."
"Aw come on," he reiterated. "My cock is an extension of me. I can wash it and keep it clean. But a cunt is inside a woman. It isn't clean."
"But you're wrong," she told him. "Because a cunt is internal, it's always clean inside. No dirt can get to it. And if the outer lips are washed clean and a woman occasionally douches with the proper liquid, a cunt can not only be cleaner than a cock, but tastier. And today you're going to find out."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're going to eat me."
"Now hold on a minute .
"It's either that way, or forget the whole thing."
"Yeah, well what about me?"
"You'll get yours, but only after you do everything I say."
"Is that a promise?"
"Word of honor, and I never go back on that."
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
"You have to do more than give it a try."
"Whaddaya mean?"
"I mean, if I make you feel good after you eat me, you have to promise you'll eat Pansy, too."
"Okay, okay, anything, but let's get this show on the road."
She approached the head of the backless velvet couch from the rear and straddled his face, her legs on the floor on either side of the couch.
"Eat!" she ordered, lowering herself slightly, letting her thick black bush of cunt hair hover directly over his mouth. "And don't forget to use that tongue."
In her mind Rosita was laughing. Art had as thick a mustache over his lips as she had a bush covering her twat. She wondered if his mustache would tickle. her pussy more than her pubic hairs would tickle his chin.
"You want me to chew the hairs too?" he asked, almost reading her mind.
"That's a good idea," she agreed.
Her creaming cunt sank lower. She had douched it out before leaving the house, and Art could smell the musky peppermint odor of the douche she had used. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth wide, lanced his tongue straight up, and shut his eyes. The heavy black hedge touched his tongue. Rosita felt the tongue recoil for an instant, and then it speared out again and thrashed its way through the black forest.
Rosita felt the first touch of satisfaction as his thick, wet tongue finally teased her anticipating cunt before completely uncoiling and stabbing into the hot, melting hole of her lubricious pussy. She felt him swab it back and forth in her fiery crack, and actually heard him slurp the sauce she leaked into his throat.
Art reached up and grabbed the solid globes of her beautifully tanned ass and made her bend forward, as if trying to make her engage in a sixty nine. But Rosita rested on her outthrust palms, keeping her head high above his waving wand of flesh.
His fingers dug into her firm ass cheeks and pulled her down, his tongue lunging all the way into her burning hole. He was enjoying it. She knew he would. Pansy had told her of Art's weakness for peppermint, and she was more than pleased she had the right flavored douche. Now he was hungering for her slavering twat, lapping and slurping noisily.
"That's the way," she assured Art. "You really learn fast. just keep it up like that. Oooh, that feels good."
His arms looped themselves around her waist, hugging her tightly and pulling her down. Now he was trying to use his tongue like a cock, fucking it into her frying vagina, steadily plunging, moving it in and out.
He was getting to her now. True, he still wasn't aware of her clitoris, and he should have been lapping it, but his thrusting tongue, knifing in and out of her like a stiletto repeatedly making lunges into the same wound, was really getting her to the boiling point. Now he pulled her down and was literally sucking her tender meat with his lips and his teeth. He was actually. biting her flesh, and it hurt, driving away the pleasure she had been experiencing.
Unable to take the way he was chewing, she pulled away from him.
"Let's try it with me on the bottom," she told him, making him rise from the couch and lying down, herself.
Her dark, luscious thighs were wide apart, a veritable feast for this man who, only now, had developed gourmet habits. He plunged his face between her columnar loins, sinking his tongue into her burning pit of passion. His lapping tongue made deeper and deeper inroads into the frothing center of pleasure.
Art was really getting the hang of it. He was enjoying himself, berating himself for not having done this all these years with his own wife. Oh was Pansy going to get her pussy gobbled tonight.
His tongue licked higher, finally encountering the solid piston of flesh at the apex of her tasty cunt. He pulled , on it strongly with his lips, and Rosita moaned, writhing from side to side, shaking and shuddering as more and more of her womanly oil unleashed itself into his hungering mouth, snapped up by his lashing tongue when he wasn't using it to bathe her quivering clit.
Now he began sucking on the throbbing clit as if it were the missing part of a peppermint Lifesaver. It swelled and quivered between his, working lips until Rosita knew she wouldn't be able to take it any longer. Her orgasm was building and she knew she was about to hit the top of the rainbow. And then, when it was impossible to climb higher, she exploded, flooding Art's face and chin with tides of her lubricating grease. She was overpowered by a furious spasm of ecstatic thrills. She arched her back like a huge longbow and blasted a fountain of burning oil into his. now-hungering mouth. He drank all he could, then glued his mouth to her spasming box, doing his best to suck out whatever was left inside. He poked his tongue inside and let it swab her out while her solid thighs closed themselves around his head.
Art literally gorged himself on her outpouring lubricant. His mouth was a giant sponge, sopping up the delicious water, while his tongue kept flicking in and out, teasing her vaginal walls into surrendering not only her orgasmic fluid, but every bit of inner feeling, as well. She knew she couldn't sustain another vaginal orgasm for at least an hour.
She lay still for a few moments after that. Her oversized tits were heaving and bobbing as she panted from her experience. Oh this man was a natural cunnilinguist. What a shame it had taken him this long to find out.
After a short while Rosita stirred and stared down at the man whose face still lay between her. thighs.
"You're a fabulous pussy eater," she told him. "Too bad you didn't learn about it earlier in life. Not only would you and Pansy be a lot happier, but you and I would have made it a lot sooner."
"Now you tell me," he quipped.
"The lesson's not over," she said.
"What else can I do? I've done everything else with Pansy."
"Not quite," Rosita pointed out. "Have you ever kissed and licked an asshole?"
"That's going too far," Art replied. "I mean, that's where waste matter leaves the body."
"But once the waste matter is gone, and once the anus is properly cleansed, it's no dirtier than a washed-out pussy."
"Come on, Rosita. Have a heart. Isn't one lesson enough for today?"
"Uh uh, Art. We have to finish the lesson here and now. I don't think you'll be too disappointed."
"I'll bet."
"And don't forget, Pansy gets the same treatment."
"Lady, you'd better have one helluva come in store for me. Otherwise I'll not only let you know how disappointed I am, but Pansy, as well."
Turning over, Rosita kneeled on the couch, placing her thighs on either side of his reluctant head. Then she slowly inched back until the burning spear of his tongue stung her tiny asshole. Easing her ass still farther backward, she felt her cheeks being tugged wider and wider apart as he pressed his nose between them. His tongue seemed to be digging more and more deeply into her, and once again, after getting over his initial hesitation, Art Kane began working at her tight asshole with a furious vengeance. He was getting almost as much from licking as Rosita was enjoying from being the recipient. He was moaning more than she.
Rosita began gyrating her hips, rubbing her swollen buttocks into his hungering mouth, and his tantalizing tongue set sparks off inside her brain. Here was a natural oralist, and all his life he'd kept it hidden, even from himself. His tongue began thirstily licking her anal entrance in time to the mad gyrations of her hips. And as she gyrated them, Rosita sensed another kind of excitement start to fill her. She wiggled her swollen hips insanely now, unable to control herself as his lunging tongue caused miniature bombs to be set off within her. And then she had an anal orgasm, all but screeching as she exploded. She was thankful the office was soundproofed.
Pulling away from him, she said, "Relax, I can't take any more. You've turned out to be one hell of an oral lover. Aren't you ashamed of yourself for denying these pleasures to your wife all these years?"
"Yeh, yeh," he muttered. "Now you do something for me."
Her hand slid between his thighs and lightly juggled his tight balls. And then she abruptly flung him down, face up, on the couch, and poising her pussy over his throbbing, burning aching cock, she squatted down and filled her entire pussyhole with his broiling meat. She churned her hips violently in a circular motion, moving her frothing cuntwalls around and around on his rigid staff.
There was no way Art could contain himself. Rosita knew he would enjoy all he'd done to her, and it served to make him all the hotter. Now, with his maypole being wildly ridden by the scrumptious brunette, both knew he would unleash his flood in a matter of seconds. And unleash it he did, feeling it geyser out of him into her grasping pussy, filling it to its endless depths with oceans of the rich mixture.
It dripped down all over his now-wilting penis, but he didn't care. The sensation had been unbelievable, comparable only. to the first time he'd ever put his wick into a tight cunt (and that had been on his wedding night).
"Will we ever make it together again?" he asked, almost desperate to know as she rose, puffing his limp wang from within her.
"That," she replied, "depends on how you treat Pansy from now on."
And Arthur Kane vowed he would never again abuse his wife, if only so he could go on enjoying this superb example of feminine pulchritude. And if, by eating his wife, it made her a better sex partner, then he'd be able to enjoy two good women.
Satisfied her girlfriend Pansy's life would be better from that point on, Rosita began to dress hurriedly.
John and Marlene
There was that frustration, beginning to build in Marlene's burning box. Randy's tongue had only temporarily cooled her off. He was such a good man and tried so hard to please her in every way. If only he could hold a hard-on more than once every twelve to twenty-four hours. To have to go through the day, and possibly the night without feeling a good stiff poker between her thighs was just too much.
She was rushing to the post office. Her boss had told her to have the mail machine reset. Knowing it could take a good two or more hours because of the long lines that sometimes form, he had told her to take her time and have lunch before coming back to the office. But when Marlene had gotten to the post office at quarter to eleven, it was almost empty. She had given the man behind the counter the check, and he had reset the machine, and now she could either go back to the office and look foolish for the next two hours, or she could go home, take a cold shower, and hope to relax. Maybe she'd be able to get her work done more satisfactorily if she could get her mind off the throbbing between her thighs.
Thinking about her cunt, she didn't watch where she was going, and as she stepped out of the Rumton post office she. bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry ..." she began, then looked up and saw it was John Pell, Rosita's husband.
"Hi," he greeted. "I thought today was a workday. What are you doing here?"
"I had an errand to perform for the boss," she explained, holding up the postage meter machine. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be out, taking pictures."
"No assignments today," he laughed. "How'd you get here?"
"I walked. The office is only a quarter of a mile away."
"Want me to drive you back? I have my car here."
"I have the next two hours free. The office is the last place I want to go."
"We could always go to my house and have a torrid affair," he laughed.
"I'm willing if you are," she told him, surprising him.
Marlene was the most strait-laced woman John knew. He had been teasing, never thinking she would ever seriously take him up on such an offer. The fact that she was doing it meant something was wrong.
"How's Randy?" he asked.
"Oh, fine," she replied. "And yes, I love him very much, and no we did not have a fight, and yes I'm very serious about having an affair if you're willing, and no, I won't back out. In fact if you do take me home with you and put me to bed you'll be doing me the greatest favor."
"What are friends for, if not to do favors for one another," he told her, smiling. "Want to tell me what your problem is?"
"Randy's penis," she replied, sadly. "It just won't stay hard."
"He's not that old, Marlene."
"I think it's more mental on his part than anything else."
"Well maybe you should find a way to get him thinking right."
"Look John," she told him as they got into his car. "We both work. We both come home tired. Sometimes I'm so tired I go to bed without supper. Then Randy has to cook for the kids. Sometimes we both help the kids with their homework. I have to take care of the bills the other times. John, who has the time to think sex?"
"Marlene, if a thing is worth doing, it's worth doing well. Right now you're telling me you're frustrated because Randy can't raise an erection all the time. If that's the case, and you need an erection to make you happy, then it's up to you to coax him into having one. Whatever else you have to do, I'm sure you can find at least one hour tightly to work it into your schedule. If not, you'll never be satisfied."
"John, I want a lay not a lecture."
"I'm not trying to lecture you. Marlene, I find you very attractive, and I'm more than willing to give you what you want. But even if we made a regular habit of it, I think you'd want a good lay from your own husband more than periodically."
"Tell you what, John. You stick me, and if I think it's good enough, I'll listen to anything you have to say.
"I couldn't hope for a better deal than that."
"Just one thing. I have to be back in the office by one, and I'd like a bite to eat before I get back."
"Permit me to make lunch for you at my house."
"Sure, afterward."
"Afterward," he agreed.
They arrived at Pell's house and he drove straight into the garage. Then he led her through the garage into the boiler room, and into the house. Even as he led her upstairs, John knew Marlene had never given herself to any man other than her husband. This was going to be her first infidelity. He was determined she should enjoy it and not feel any sense of shame or guilt. She would be shy and a bit embarrassed at first. He would have to tread carefully with her.
In the bedroom, he sat her on the re-made bed, and could feel the heat built inside her. There was more than capitulation there. There was a yearning, a need, and unless he went about everything purposefully, once he had conquered her shyness she might become the aggressor, and that would ruin everything.
He turned and looked at her; and saw she was finding it hard to look into his eyes. Undaunted, he raised her chin and kissed her gently, and she responded, timidly. While his lips were on hers, he let his hand wander across her blouse, softly rubbing the nipples. The soft, swelling mound of her firm breast began to enlarge as the tiny nipple hardened. John ran his thumb across the enlarged nipple, and under his hand he could feel her heart pounding excitedly. And John was no less excited. Each new woman was a cause for excitement to him, and Marlene caused his prong to become rigid, leaping like a wild stallion, hoping to eventually escape the pants confining it.
And Marlene felt more than excited. She had no intention of backing out. She had made up her mind long ago something had to be done, and now that it was being done she intended to make the most of it.
John masterfully caressed her soft, full breasts, then let his hand dip to her waistband where he began tugging the blouse up. He got it out of her slacks and began unbuttoning it, letting his fingers trace hot lines across her firm, tender tummy up to the filled cups of her bra. Then his seeking fingers moved lower, slipping down inside the tiny bra to touch the cool smoothness of her satin-fleshed tits. Marlene's hips began writhing against him, and now he turned her torso more toward him, his kisses on her hot lips lingering.
His fingers moved deeper into her bra and discovered the hard bud of her rubbery nipple. He squeezed the flesh nubs and felt her gasp. Meanwhile his tongue had parted her lips and now probed powerfully into the aroused woman's mouth. At first her own tongue lay dormant, but soon it began responding, and the more she responded, the more excited she became.
Finally he removed his seeking hand from inside her bra and moved it to her thigh. Even through the material of her slacks she could feel his burning fingers sliding along. His fingers traced their way closer and closer to her center, causing her to shudder with mounting excitement. Then his hand was at the elastic top of her slacks and slipping inside. Lower his fingers traveled, feeling the heat emanating from her firm flesh. Lower yet they moved until they touched the top of her moss-fringed crotch. Then his middle finger moved lower and slid through the jungle of short curls until it touched her leaking crack. She started when his finger touched her there, as if she'd been stung. Finally she parted her thighs to show she wasn't afraid.
It felt good, very good. She liked the way his finger kept sliding up and down inside her pussy crack. Holding .her tightly to him, John Pell lifted Marlene just enough to slip his other hand out from between her juicy labia and pull down both her slacks and panties. Her trembling body began aching all the more, thrilling to the touch of his fiery fingers as they now slid against her flooding channel, his middle finger sliding right in, feeling warmly welcome in the passionate heat of her bubbling cunt. His thumb rubbed the solid bud of her growing clit, rubbing and caressing it. John was no less excited than Marlene at feeling her oil-soaked quim. He was thrilled by the softness of her tiny body, and now his tongue was all but cutting hers to ribbons it slashed so violently.
Marlene realized there was no way they could stop what they'd begun until it had finished. She hoped and prayed total fulfillment was at the end of it all. She was not afraid in any way.
John's middle finger continued slurping in and out of her exposed, pulsating pussy as his tongue continued teasing her mouth. Finally neither could take the anticipation any longer, and he pulled away from her, letting her remove her bra while he hurriedly shed his own garments. All the while he was staring down at her downy pink cunt.
Completely naked now, Marlene lay back, a human instrument to be played by John Pell, maestro. And he stared at her body, drinking in the lusciousness of her firm figure. As she watched him she realized her body truly had an effect on him, and it caused the leaking in her convex snatch to increase tenfold. Wild pleasurable sensations began spasming through her already-aroused twat. Thrills rippled through her, starting at her hairy box and spreading through the rest of her taut body as his hands again caressed her rich, pink nipples, luxuriating in their pliancy. He rolled his fingers and thumbs around their pebble hardness, tweaking each one into full enlargement, making fire course through her. It had been such a long time since she'd gone through a long warm-up period, and she was crazy about it.
John's head moved to her breasts, his clutching lips and wet tongue sucking in her right nipple, rolling it wildly through his heated. mouth. Marlene moaned with sensuous pleasure as her lower torso began a slow, maddening grind as if to let him know she wanted him inside her. John went on applying pressure to her nipple, letting the edges of his front teeth lightly rub the spongy nub. His hands, which had moved around to her back, now let go of her body. Marlene, whose eyes were closed, sensed he was removing his clothing while still sucking on her sensitive breast-point. His mouth left the nipple when he removed his undershirt, the last bit of clothing, and she opened her eyes to stare at him.
Her gaze fell immediately on his solid, rocklike cock. She stared at the column of rigid flesh extending from beneath his hairy pubis, proudly pointing at her, as if indicating she would get every firm, unyielding inch of it. It was a dark wand with a rich, purple head, neither larger nor smaller than her husband's, but unquestionably harder. She sucked in her breath, deciding she had to touch it, feel it, know it was real. Oh Lord how she wanted something that solid buried in her lusting cunt. She had never dreamed another man's cock could be so exciting and arousing. Her imagination was already running rampant, picturing that huge, swollen shaft burrowing itself deep down into the tight confines of her soft, burning twat, and another spasm of longing lanced through her.
She began to pant, becoming more and more excited with the realization that it would shortly be hers. It would soon be filling her empty womanly space completely, giving her the satisfaction she had been seeking a long time.
Once again John began sucking on the tips of her hot tits. He alternated, sucking on the left nipple, waiting for it to swell to its full length, and then going to work on her right nipple, teasing it into extending itself to its full length. At times he would suck the entire creamy tit into his mouth, letting the soft roof of his mouth rub the twitching nipple. It made Marlene want to scream with excitement as more and more pleasure began building through her.
Now John's tongue began to lick its way down her body and Marlene wriggled, feeling the hot wet tip tantalize each sensitive part of her body. John, mean- while, was staring at the lush triangle of soft, mossy cunt hair nestled in the groin of this slender, short woman, enjoying the sight of her shining, glistening rich pink pussy lips tightly pressing against one another. It was a beautiful cunt, its color so full and vital, expanding and contracting as it waited for him to do to it what it wanted to have done to it.
John spread her firm, strong white thighs, baring the magnificence of her rich labia minora, using his fingers to massage lightly the full, upstanding, quivering clit. Marlene shook as if with ague the instant he touched her button of desire.
"Put it in," she yelled hoarsely. "Put it in, John. Hurry."
He eased his own aching thighs between her rich loins, slowly moving forward so the full, swollen head of his erect cock leaned into the wet, hair-fringed slit. Marlene jumped at the mere touch of his proud glans as it came into contact with her dark, wet crack. Her breath began to spasm from her lungs in short, noisy, rasping gasps as she spun her head from side to side. Her round, firm tits swelled to even greater size as his hands covered them and she prepared for his invasion of her eager beachhead.
John controlled a sadistic urge to simply ram his hard pole into her flaming depths. The tip of his fiery cock began slowly slipping into her burning, grasping elastic canal. Marlene's firm thighs twitched as her ankles reached down and curled themselves around his calves. She was anxiously trying to suck his entire pole in at once, eager to once more feel the strength of a solid, rigid piece of hot fuckpole. But John wouldn't be hurried, and moved forward very slowly, pushing more and more of his monolithic marvel into her expanding, tight snatch, watching her face contort with pleasure at the feel of him inside.
And then that moment for which she had so long waited finally arrived. She could feel the full, solid length of him buried all the way into her fuming, hot cunt. The walls of her hungry twat gripped the invading cock tightly, overwhelming her with the wild, unutterable sensation of totality. She felt inundated with a feeling of flashing, blazing desire.
"Oh God!" she murmured between clenched teeth. "Oh God! I'd forgotten how good a really solid penis could feel. Oh God! John, don't quit on me now."
Slowly John Pell began screwing into the full, firm-fleshed pussy, sliding into it with long, slurping, rhythmic strokes. Having had two orgasms earlier in the day, he knew it would be a little while before he had his third, and so he could pole her with a strong, powerful rhythm and not worry about a premature orgasm on his own part. His thick, burning cock rammed into the deep recesses of the writhing woman's overeager pussy, submerging its full length into her taut, liquid center as the broiling, soaking walls of her gripping pussy tried to mold themselves to the sham of his reaming plunger.
"I'll ... bless you ... to my dying day ... for this," she told him, hurling her flaming center-high, letting it slide up around his impaling poker.
Her words made John pound against her naked loveliness all the harder. Her leeching twat had so totally locked itself onto his steaming cock there was no need for him to be careful. John began ploughing into her fleshy furrow with deep, hard-driving strokes, ramming his solid, swollen cock all the way up into her desirous belly, rubbing hard against the cushioned walls of her starving puss-puss. The tight, drawn-up sac of his testicles rubbed against the slippery, full flesh of her ass as he drew his speeding phallus back and then drove it in again, hard. It was moving with more and more speed now, pounding hard against the perspiring thickness of her slurping cunt lips, moving only, halfway, slamming into her anxious body as it hungrily rose to meet his.
"I ... I'm ... almost there," she whispered. "It's ... coming ... I can ... feel ... it ... ohhhhh ... yeeeeesssss. ..."
And then, unexpectedly, John felt his own boiling wax rising from his heavily laden balls. It moved through his flesh tube and thundered out of him like water from a fire hose, blasting almost out of control into the soft, warm, taut snatch of the cock-crazed woman beneath him. Overpowering waves of sensuousness swirled through his body as he emptied his newly manufactured sperm into the fuming depths of her swallowing cunt.
Marlene savored the searing heat of his orgasm as it spilled into her. It was the final catalyst needed to bring her to her own eruptive 'conclusion. It came straight from her center and seemed to blast in a hundred different directions at once. She yelled as she had never yelled with her' own husband, feeling the million nervous, squirming tensions suddenly dissolve in a wave of overpowering orgasm. Her entire body shook as it was washed again and again with heavy waves of delightful bliss.
"God bless you," she breathed, kissing his face again and again.
It was a long time afterward that he drove her to her office, her head .filled with the advice she needed to make Randy's cock once again harden as she had felt John's. Marlene felt fulfilled.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rosita and Randolph
Rosita Pell, as the private secretary to the president of the public relations firm for which she worked, went to lunch when all the other employees returned, at one o'clock. On a constant diet to retain her superb feminine proportions, she went to a restaurant two blocks away and had a quick cottage cheese and fruit salad luncheon.
Randolph Plank, as head manager for the department store where he worked, also ate after the other employees returned, leaving the assistant manager in charge. He was feeling horny and all charged up after having thoroughly gobbled his wife, Marlene, earlier in the morning. Where he had not been able to raise a hard-on this morning, he couldn't make his cock go down now. He felt embarrassed having to walk through the streets with it. Luckily, his coat hid it.
When he entered the small restaurant, he couldn't help seeing Rosita. As she was one of his wife's five best friends, he would have felt foolish sitting and eating by himself and having her spot him on her way out. So he walked over to her table and sat.
For her part, Rosita was more than happy to have his company. Randy was a man who was always cheerful, with a pleasing personality that wasn't an added afterthought. She liked him.
He had taken his coat off just before sitting, and she couldn't help noticing the bulged crotch. And by the time they'd finished eating and had risen, she saw the swelling was even larger. She knew Randy was a shy man, normally faithful to his wife, and would not have thought of bringing up the subject had she not noticed the awkward way he was walking, as if in pain.
Once out of the restaurant, she steered him to the nearby bus stop where there was an unoccupied bench. She 'made him sit and did her best to draw him out. Finally, blushing, he confessed the reason for his pain was the condition known as "blueballs," because be had satisfied his wife orally, and it had slowly aroused him, finally making his cock fully hard and his nuts agonizingly tight hours after he'd gone to work.
As they talked, Rosita learned how he had been using his tongue and fingers more and more, and had hardly used his cock at all anymore. When she asked him why, Randy explained he was having difficulty always keeping it erect. And as John had told Marlene, so Rosita explained to Randy the necessity of visual stimulation. He had to buy Marlene revealing nightgowns, with holes for her tits to poke through, and a nice wide opening to reveal her juicy gash. He had to take her to triple-X rated movies, and even act out small skits with her. It would keep him from shriveling.
"This is all great," he admitted. "But talking about it has only made me all tie harder. I'm going to have to go back to the store, lock myself in the mens' room, and jerk off."
"Then you'll only be wasting it," Rosita cautioned. "Well hell, better to waste it than to go through the rest of the day in pain," he reiterated.
"Do you have about forty-five minutes?" she asked.
"Why?"
"If you're willing, I can do something about your condition."
"You? But you're one of my wife's best friends. I couldn't cheat on her with you."
"It's either that, or go jerk off in the men's room. Don't you think of it as cheating on Marlene. What we're doing has nothing to do with her. This is therapy for you."
"But you ..."
"Am I unattractive?"
"Hell, no. You're gorgeous. But if John should find out. ..."
"You let me worry about John," she told him, knowing he would never understand her relationship with her husband. "I mean, are you going to tell him?"
"Heck no."
"So let's go to the. Gravel City Motel and help ease your pain."
Randy agreed, and fifteen minutes later they were ensconced in Unit #107 in the Gravel City Motel. Rosita wasted no time and undressed instantly, letting Randy drink in her dark, Latin beauty. The sun-light coming in through the window blinds made her' skin shine as though it had been oiled.
Going to one of the two beds, she sat, parting her lips and letting the tip of her tongue run pinkly across them. She opened her thighs, giving him a good look at the black hedge between them, and the rich, moist pink slot beneath the hedge.
Randy ran to the bed and sat beside her, his eyes drinking in the richness of her flesh, the fullness of her superb globes, the delightful flatness of her belly, and the luscious appearance of her lubricant-enriched pussy. When he hesitantly kissed her, her tongue snaked into his mouth and he realized she was as hot as he.
Her hands were constantly moving, running all over his body, caressing the thin strands of hair on his balding head, tantalizingly touching his cheeks. She massaged her fingers against his chest and rotated her palms against his belly. He could hardly wait to feel his belly press against hers when he'd buried his rampant rod in her boiling pussy.
His lips burned against hers as his own tongue now began taking a survey of the teeth in her mouth, counting them one at a time, as well as inspecting the crevices between them. Now their tongues began a thrilling duel, and electrical sensations fluttered through both of them. Each tongue twisted around the other, teasing and playing wildly, chasing each other through the confines of both mouths. The tang of her saliva caused shockwaves of thrilling passion to blast through him.
Silently they kissed and caressed, knowing there was some. slight need for haste. Each knew the other would enjoy what was to come, and soon Rosita was pulling at the clothing on Randy's body. He let her, not wanting to stop his kissing her. Once his jacket was off, she was able to more clearly discern the outline of his pulsing erection against his pants. She rubbed her palm over it, and it took all of Randy's will-power not to shoot then and there, in his pants. She continued fondling it, letting her palm run lower to touch the fullness of his scrotum, and he could barely wait for her to bring it out into the open.
Randy's own hands were busy learning about her delicious body. From the top of her spine to the bottom, where it curved delectably into her ass, his fingers examined the smooth heated flesh, thrilling to the way she seemed to wind herself in and out. Her luscious body was a symphony of touch. Its soft, sensuous beauty began reacting even more wildly when he finally stopped kissing her and began tonguing her flesh. She arched and twisted her back in wild movements capable of arousing something carved out of marble.
The two lay widthwise across the bed and he reached down to cup the full joy of her round ass. Delightfully globular, it was fantastic in its response to his touch. Its flesh was a combination of yielding foam rubber and firm silk. His mouth dipped to her full, swollen breasts and he sucked the turgid brown nipples into his hungering mouth, one at a time. Her bottom bucked against his fingers, and he would have lowered his head and begun sucking on her sweet twat but she held him off.
"Just put it in," she whispered, and her breath was fire in his ear.
He saw her body was primed. She couldn't lie still anymore and was constantly wriggling around.
Standing up, he pulled off his pants, not bothering to remove his shirt. Hell, why take that off. The part he needed to fuck with was standing out in the open, ready for use, and use it he would.
Randy Plank hadn't felt this horny in years. There was something special about the way this woman got to him. She was a gift from heaven, and he intended making full use of her. Not that he felt sadistic, but he did have that urge, to push his burning pole into the far reaches of her slobbering cunt and fuck it dry.
Rolling on top of her, he used his knees to force her thighs wide apart, their took his rampant prick in his hands and first realized how hard it was. It had swelled to 'the size he used to remember in his youth. It was thick, solid, and ready to go.
Without another word, he pushed it against the hairline split between Rosita's beautiful pink cuntlips, and suddenly the labia parted, forming a ring to fit tightly and snugly around his intruding pecker, not merely letting it slide in, but actually pulling it in. The burning maw of her tender cunt actually gobbled up his protruding cock as if it were sustenance. He understood now. She loved the feel of a good cock, anyone's good cock. And what made her so special washer ability to take an ordinary erection like his, put it inside her, and make it feel as if it was the greatest, longest, hottest, hardest cock in the entire world. And the harder he thrust it into her, the faster he moved it, the more she enjoyed it.
He suddenly felt as if he were the greatest fuck-master of all time, shoving his hot, hard, thrusting cock into the velvety depths of her burning, silky-smooth vagina.
Who was that poor slob who rarely had an erection?
Who was the almost impotent jerk who could only raise half hard-ons?
Who was that sorry dope who had to satisfy his wife with his fingers and his tongue?
It surely wasn't Randolph Plank. Randolph Plank, here and now, was plunging his fully erect, marble-hard, yard-long (or so it seemed), hot, throbbing cock into the blazing well of the sexiest woman he'd ever known. And from the way she was gasping and writhing and churning there was no doubt she was being thrilled by every solid millimeter of his peter. He pounded it in and out of her flashing cunt-sleeve with such speed, he was certain smoke was forming from the friction. Maybe the steam would build up inside her to the point, where she wouldn't be able to handle him. He'd never heard of a man fucking a woman to death, but the way he felt, his cock might just be the instrument to do it.
She couldn't stop responding to his powerful thrusts. Her body was a continuously wild pit of searing passion, hurtling itself against his masterful prick, seeking and longing for more and more of what he was giving her. Her body was holding up well beneath the strain of his pumping piston. Might as well go all the way.
Howls and screeches were coming from her mouth; sounds he'd only heard when alleycats got together. She was in the kingdom of total sensation, and he had to admit it was all generated by the intensity of the driving force of his hot cock spearing into her flaming tunnel. She was a wriggling, writhing caterpillar, squirming on the pole of his digging dong. Had he stopped his thrusting, she would have continued the movement herself, and it was all generated by the steel pillar he was spearing between the honeyed lips of her lusting cunt.
Now he humped all the more furiously, longing in and out with hurried, deep attacks that seemed to make her pant all the more each time he slammed into her cervical opening. She retaliated by hurling her seething snatch against him as hard as she could, and Randy had to admit no woman had ever responded this well to his slashing pecker (though it had been years since he'd had any woman other than his wife, this being his first extra-marital transgression-though not his last, by God).
His palpitating cock thundered the full length of her flaming cunt chamber with each forward and retreating stroke. He was plunging so deeply into her he was certain her mind was all befogged by the great fucking he was throwing into her. She was his slave at this moment, his to fuck to the glorious end. Her adorable snatch was squeezing, pressing, swallowing, crushing his thrusting pole, and in his ecstasy his head moved down and began sucking strongly on her left tit, tugging on the nipple with his lips as if he intended pulling it off.
His thrusts were slightly shorter now as his ass began to move more quickly. His branding cock was jackhammering wildly into her with lightning speed, probably shocking her interior with the same force as a lightning bolt.
He finally broke the silence, saying, "Let me know when you're coming."
"Don't worry about me," she reassured him. "Come whenever you're ready."
He began screwing into her wildly, making her luscious ass rotate in crazy circles, giving him hundreds of 'millions of tiny static charges as he jabbed her with his knifing schlong over and over again.
He could feel her tensing even more now, locking her ankles behind his bum, pulling herself up along the powering express pole of his reaming rammer. She humped her pulsating pussy against his roasting prick so hard she was actually slamming his ass, almost straight up into the air. Even so, her anxious body refused to slow down. His pounding cock so delight-fully thrilled her, the vibrations rippling through its solidity made the over-sensitive prod tingle and shiver. Randy knew this was going to be one hell of a big orgasm, and he couldn't wait to unleash it into her.
And then he felt something bubbling deep in his sperm-gorged testicles as they tightened up, drawing almost up into his belly. His testicles felt a tumultuousness that told him the steaming lava was rising and would soon burst forth into this luscious woman's tight quim.
Rosita felt the sensations in the depths of her cock-filled pussy and knew she would be successful. She was making him feel like a man all over again. The highly sensitive snatch felt the warning from his balls, almost as if an electric wire ran from one to the other. Her belly prepared itself to receive his foaming semen, already on its way up through his thrusting steampipe. And down deep inside her, she could feel her own sensitive innards letting her know to prepare for her own blastoff. The quivering in her tense cunt had already begun.
Randy began slamming his vibrating cock into her scrumptious body with all the strength he could muster, and Rosita slammed her tight twat back at him with equal vigor. Now she could sense the heated cream at the base of his attacking cock, rising higher and higher until it finally burst forth from the eyelike slit in the head of his swollen cock, blasting that heavy, gummy glue into her waiting cunt. She felt her blazing pussy tingling in high gear and braced herself.
Randy unleashed the rest of his intense sensations into her welcoming snatch. He felt nothing other than the searing pleasure of his burning semen as it flooded into Rosita's slurping pussy. Shot after shot of raging liquid burst from his squirting hose, and the sensations he was enjoying were unparalleled in all the years he had been fucking. He thought his brain would explode with the thorough satisfaction he felt as his wad continued firing into her sensitive pussy.
Rosita, on feeling him unleash his heated gallons into her, felt her own cunt explode with unbridled satisfaction. It was almost as if her orgasm had actually been torn from her. All the thrills and sensations emanating from within one person suddenly filled her to completion. She writhed insanely as buckets of lubricant spurted all over his wilting cock, flooding his pelvis as well. Her climax rolled over her like a white cloud covering the moon. It completely enveloped her entire body, shaking her to her very teeth.
Minutes passed and Randy's cock got smaller and smaller until it finally fell out of her sated snatch.
"Was that really me?" Randy asked, his mind finally coming back to reality. "Did I really do that to you?"
"You were terrific," she told him, kissing him. "And if you take my advice about external stimulation, you'll be able to be like this with Marlene, every time."
"But will I ever meet you like this again?" he wanted to know.
"Any time you really need me, I'll be around," she assured him. "But now it's time for us to go to work."
John and Pansy
After dropping Marlene back at her place of business, John Pell decided to stop off at the supermarket and pick up some apple cider. He drove to the General Market and parked in the lot on the side, and then went in. The cider was in huge gallon jugs off to the far right. He picked up the nearest jug and was turning to leave when he heard a voice say, "If you want to get drunk, John, that stuff won't do you a bit of good."
Turning, he saw all four feet ten inches of Pansy Kane, nattily dressed in a red coat to match her flaming hair. And she was more than a little soused, herself.
"Hi Pansy," he smiled. "Did you drive here like that?"
"Heck no," she answered. "I may be drunk, but I'm not that drunk. I walked here."
"It's a long walk from your house."
"And you're surprised I made it," she giggled. "Look, I have my car here. Let me drive you home."
"Your home or mine."
"Yours, of course."
"Aw, I was hoping you'd take me to your home. I'm sick of looking at my house."
"Tell you what. I'll take you out for some coffee first."
"To sober me up? Not a chance. No, John, if you have to take me to my home, take me the way I am."
The two of them checked themselves out of the supermarket and went to John's car. He held the door open for her, and as she got in she said, "Thanks for pretending I'm still a lady. My husband hasn't held a door open for me in more than fifteen years."
"Come on, Pansy, Art loves you and you know, it"
"When why does he do things like this to me?"
"Want to talk about it?" John asked.
"No," she slurred. "It's private."
"Okay," he said, and drove her home.
At her request, he helped her up the stairs and into the house, and when he would have left, she said, "John, do me a favor?"
"If I can," be nodded.
"Wait here, in the living room for about fifteen minutes. I'm going inside to take a cold shower, and if I don't come out in that time, you'd better come in after me because I'll have fallen asleep in the shower."
John shrugged and smiled, watching her go into the bathroom. He sat around, looking at the collection of books Art had amassed. He heard the shower go on, then saw the bathroom door partially open and watched her clothes come flying out to land in a heap on the foyer floor.
The shower ran for less than five minutes, and when Pansy finally came out, her hair was hanging down in short, red strings and she was sputtering. A lone white towel covered her.
"I feel better," she murmured. "John, help me upstairs to bed?"
Always an obliging person, John half carried her slight form up the stairs and plopped her into her double bed in the master bedroom.
"Can I have a drink of water?" Pansy asked.
"One drink of water coming up," John Pell nodded, and went back down to the kitchen and filled a tumbler with water. He brought it back up to Pansy who, by now, was under the covers, her towel on the floor.
She drank thirstily, then said, "Thanks, I feel like sort of a fool."
"Sure you don't want to talk about it?" Pell asked.
"Why not," she finally snapped, handing him the empty glass. He set it on the nearby dresser and she motioned for him to sit on the side of the bed, next to her. He did so.
"It's the way Art is about sex," she muttered. "He only thinks of himself. He goes in for quickies, never having any consideration for the way I feel. This morning I had to make him come twice, getting all hot and bothered, and he didn't do a damn thing for me."
Before John could reply, Pansy grabbed him by his jacket and pulled his face to hers, kissing him lightly. "There," she said. "I did it and I'm glad."
"That makes two of us," he smiled back, and kissed her again, this time surrounding her with his arms and holding her tightly to him. Both pairs of lips were agape, and their tongues parried and thrusted as their mouths blended together so smoothly it was impossible to tell where one left off and the other began. And when their mouths finally parted, he rubbed his cheek against hers, kissing the lobe of her ear. It sent a small charge into her.
"I won't sleep with you," she whispered, holding herself tightly to him, revelling in the touch of his fingers on her bare skin. She had almost forgotten how good it was to have a man's hands caress her gently and tenderly. The thought he might, fondle her set her body juices flowing. She could already feel her tiny pink pussy dripping with lubricant. His fingers were now everywhere at once, expertly, naturally, almost automatically caressing her white, soft flesh, tantalizing, teasing, tempting, provoking, and stimulating her inner senses.
She kissed his throat, touching the adam's apple with her soft lips, shuddering as one of his hands smoothed its way down her naked side beneath the covers, stroking her bare hip and caressing her rounded buttocks, making her wriggle. Her own small fingers wandered across the back of his neck as she whispered, "I won't sleep with you."
"Of course not," he agreed, bending his head and kissing her shoulder.
Mmmm, she thought to herself. Nice, oh so nice, and leaned back, letting her body flatten out on the mattress. It was a good mattress. How come she'd never before noticed how nice it was. It was foam rubber, supporting her thighs, legs and buttocks as well as her shoulders when she arched her back. Soft, spongy foam rubber, just right for fucking. Fucking? Good God! What was on her mind?
"No," she almost shouted, tugging the covers around her and turning away from him. She was panting and pleading with herself, almost sobbing as she turned her face back to him, all but begging him to disagree with her as she said, "No, it's wrong. It's immoral. It's totally evil."
"Totally and completely," he agreed with her to her. surprise. "Some people think it's depraved, as well."
"Well damn you, why are you trying to make love to me?"
"Perhaps I'm a totally depraves person."
"Well I'm not."
"Of course not, Pansy. You're a line, decent, upstanding example of American womanhood, and I respect you," he told her smoothing out the blanket.
"You must think I'm pretty dumb. I'll bet you think you can talk me into anything."
"Have I even hinted at such a thing?" he asked.
"Well you won't talk me into letting you under this cover."
"I never thought I could."
"But if you're going to sit here and keep me company, at least take off that heavy jacket."
John complied, putting it on her dressing table stool.
"It's hot in here, isn't it?" she asked after a minute.
"Shall I go turn down the thermostat?"
"No," she told him, pulling down the cover a little, letting the tops of her lovely breasts show.
After another half minute she flung back the covers revealing her naked body to his eyes, saying, "It's very hot in here."
The red constricting marks made by her bra had all but disappeared. They outlined her firm, full, conical tits, both tipped with lovely pink roseates centered by nipples still shy and hiding.
"Please undress," she begged. "I do feel foolish lying here naked, while you're still clothed."
So John stripped, letting his clothing lie on the floor. She moved over, he slid next to her under the cover.
"Are you going to try talking me into sleeping with you?" she asked.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he responded, kissing her again, sending fiery darts through her body.
"Well why not?"
"Why not what?"
"Why not talk me into sleeping with you?"
"You're much too good and pure."
"What you mean is I'm a goody-goody. You don't think I'd be much good in bed, do you. You think I'm not depraved enough to enjoy sex with anyone but my husband. You believe only trollops enjoy extra-marital sex. We live quiet little lives in our own shells, keeping house, bearing children and giving a quick one to the old man every now and then, but we have no feelings of our own. I'm not sexy enough for you.
She was perspiring heavily now, and her feminine scent was strong in John's nostrils. She had a strong, womanly aroma, fresh and healthy despite all the liquor she'd had. His thigh could already feel the thick, red matting of her womanhood, it's coloring a shade lighter than the hair on her head now disarrayed.
John knew some women wanted to be fucked violently. Others wanted to be fucked gently. Still others wanted to dominate, yet Pansy Kane was none of these. Within herself she was fighting a battle with her upbringing, and her upbringing was losing. If she couldn't be satisfied with the way Art made love to her, then Pansy wanted to punish herself for even thinking immoral thoughts, and John Pell was to be her weapon of flagellation.
What a nerve he had, she thought. How dare he think she couldn't screw as good as any wanton. She'd punish her own body all right, and in the process she'd show him she could outfuck any woman around.
"Come on John," she teased. "Here we are, both totally naked, sharing the same bed, our bodies pressing up against one another. Do you intend doing nothing while I flaunt my nakedness in your face?"
"I don't know yet," he shrugged.
"Damn you," she cursed, pressing her body to his, letting his chest feel the push of her rich, round boobs as her nipples rubbed against his flesh. She ran her palms over his shoulders and across his pectorals, absently thinking how secure she seemed to feel next to a man for the first time in a long time.
Unable to contain herself any longer, Pansy squashed her lips against his but found them reluctant to respond this time. Infuriated at the man's lack of response, she bit his lips, jabbing her fingernails into his shoulder. He winced but refused to otherwise respond.
"You son of a bitch," she yelled. "I all but drag you into my bed and you have the balls to treat me indifferently?"
She slapped John's face hard, then kissed him, then slapped his face again and kissed him again, eeling her body on top of his. Reaching down with her hand, she encountered the long, hard phallic wand between his thighs, and suddenly stopped.
"I did arouse you after all," she smiled. "You've been playing a game with me, haven't you. But look, you have a prick as stiff as anything Art's ever shown . me. And just looking at it I'll say you have the where-withall to do what I want. Use it on me, John. Use it on me and release this frustration inside me."
Without another word John pulled her pixieish body against his, and little by little he covered every part of her body with his lips, letting his mouth linger once it reached her hot, sopping cunt. He slurped his tongue deep inside, and Pansy spread her small, firm thighs all the wider, glorying in the burning spear of his oral digit as it lapped her frothing pussywalls until they'd become so highly lathered, John looked as if his mouth was covered with shave cream. He sucked on the firm, rigid, bloodfilled flesh nub at the head of her aching cunt, making her shake all over, crushing her thighs against his face and kicking his back with her tiny feet.
Her body was a living, flowing flame, and the heat was doing its best to escape from all orifices at once.
"Fuck me," she yelled. "Fuck me good. Please, John."
Her columnar thighs parted to receive him. He carefully placed the point of his electrifying spear within the portals of her moth-winged labia, then slowly pushed. Her slick, sopping oil made his entrance very easy considering how tiny she was, and as his vellicating cock slowly continued pushing into her, she began impatiently trying to hurry it up, wanting to feel the entire burning staff stuffed up her hot twat.
And then his entire meat roll was jammed all the way into her. Every bit of her was filled, every inner part of her fuming cunt hole was totally blocked as his cock locked out all air.
Pansy felt as if someone had stuffed the entire Eiffel Tower into her, and it was thrilling. The immensity of his sausagelike cock, stuffed all the way up into her small, ,tight, narrow vaginal passageway was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Art, short in height, was equally small in cock. His had always seemed to fit into her just right. Now she was clogged with John's scepter, and as filling as it was in one sense was as thrilling as it was in another.
"Oooooh," she whistled. "Oooh, just move that beef roll around inside me, John. Move it, and keep my love juices flowing."
The mighty, steamrolling pylon began retreating, sliding all the way back to the entrance of her broiling snatch, and then it stopped and instantly reversed direction. It thundered through the tight-squeezing, flesh-hugging walls of her squishy cunt until it had once again powered its way all the way into her.
Pansy's hips churned, and her sucking cunt lips seemed to reach out and kiss his hairy pelvis. She pounded her small, perfectly round butt up again and again, matching his thrusting cock, over and over. Her tight quim poured out rivers of receptive oil, the liquid dripping out each time John pulled his cuntfilling cock back. Both thatches of hair met and parted countless times, each leaving some of its juices on the other.
Pansy was deliriously moaning, thoroughly enjoying the length and breadth of this large cock, and now John began pumping all the harder. His hips thudded back and forth with such speed they looked like single blur. He could feel her breathing becoming heavier and heavier as her hands. gripped his ass cheeks, her nails digging deep into the flesh.
"Make me come," she begged. "Make me come. I need to come so badly. Please, John, make me come."
His mighty phallus powered into her with renewed energy, a thundering, crashing, pulsating pillar of orgiastic fury. Pansy couldn't believe how superb he was making her feel. Size did matter. Length, breadth, thickness, all counted. Not that Art was that small. He had a big enough cock, and when he wanted he knew what to do with it.
And then the thoughts were all washed out of her mind as a raw, tearing, mindblasting orgasm suddenly powered through her tunnel like a wild express train. It fell on, her like the Empire State Building, pounding her deep into the mattress, hitting her so hard she felt she would drown in it. And then, when she thought she would die, she slowly began to surface.
"John," she whispered to the man still fucking away inside her. "It was wonderful. Would you ... do something else for me?"
"Sure," he nodded, withdrawing, his erect cock still regal and masterful in its rigid appearance.
"Would you go down on me? Art has never done that. He thinks it's dirty."
"Just spread those luscious thighs," he told her, and when they parted again, he drove into her seething snatch, headfirst. His lips pressed against the soaking labia of her greased cunt, his tongue boring into her churning center like a white-hot drill. Deep into her slithering twat John's tongue sank, lapping against the sides and tonguing the moisture-laden roof, making her sob in mindless passion as her lips raised themselves off the bed to meet his attacking tongue. Her entire sexual center had surrendered to the man's hungry mouth.
Pansy's hands grabbed John's hair, forcing his face to press harder against her thrill-crazed pussy. It was the first time any man had ever gone down on her, and the feeling was unparalleled. His face kept trying to push deeper into her lascivious twat. He tongue-fucked her violently, sucking, lapping, reaming the moisture-laden lips of her furiously hot snatch. As he sucked, he let his hands move up to Pansy's round, firm breasts, cupping each in one hand and using his thumbs and forefingers to squeeze and rotate the swelling nipples until they blushed from rich pink to fiery red.
John enjoyed the rich, lathering taste of Pansy's, cunt. It had, a honeyed succulence about it that made lapping her pussy a pleasure. He sucked silently, not wanting noises to distract Pansy from her full pleasure. She tightened the grip she had on his hair as his tongue delved deeper into the mystery of her seething cunt and almost hit the ceiling when his lips finally found her erect clitoris. He sucked hard on its vibrating, bloodfilled flesh, hearing her whine when he took its fullness between his teeth and gently bit down on it.
Pansy's head lolled from side to side, her tongue hanging out, not daring to really believe her cunt was really being eaten. John's mouth gaped even wider, his stabbing tongue sliding lower through the smooth-fleshed, blazing cleft, plunging straight into the blistering hole, swirling around in her passion pit, running it through her satiny interior, sliding it back out and pressing it flat against her swollen clit.
The labia of her grasping snatch tried to hold desperately to his licking tongue as it flicked across the soft, fleshy winglike flaps, kissing her skin again and again. She was raising her body again. She wanted more, she had to have more.
John pushed his arms under her bouncing buttocks and raised her thighs until they fell over his shoulders. Grasping the soft, round ass cheeks in both hands, he lifted her until his tongue stabbed into her tight, sensitive asshole. He narrowed his tongue and rammed the tip straight into the tight, webbed center. At first she resisted, but little by little her ass cheeks parted, and finally her sphincter relaxed, opening to accept the hard thrust of his slithery tongue.
Fireworks went off in Pansy's body as his tongue worked its way into her. A trillion dancing lights buzzed through the darkness in her head, setting off thousands of hidden fuses.
Her breath sucked in, Pansy waited, trying to anticipate what he would do next. She was past all caring now. The first climax had unleashed all the built-up tensions, and now, after all these years, she was having a man do to her what she had done to her husband all her married life. And it felt great.
The entire sense of guilt had washed itself away. The full burden of infidelity had suddenly disappeared. No longer did she wish to punish herself for thinking lascivious thoughts. She had only one life to live, and if Art wasn't going to give it to her the right way, then she'd take it where she could get it.
She heaved her passionate pussy into John's face as hard as she could, thrilling to the, chilling excitement of his tongue delving into her asshole. Her body shook with uncontrolled anticipation, bucking wildly beneath his oral attack. She felt her pussylips spread wide as she suddenly had her first anal orgasm, her body heaving wildly as her searing cunt spasmed insanely with spurting pussy juice, blasting out wave after uncontrolled wave.
John lapped unceasingly, driving his tongue all the way up into her anus, himself more than a little turned on by her salacious vibrations. As she came, he moved his tongue back to her broiling cunt to drain it of the outpouring torrent of lubrication as it flooded his entire face.
Storming for a moment, he stared straight up through the bright red hedge of pussy hair, between the bright, pink-tipped boobs. He saw her eyes clamped tightly shut in shuddering ecstasy.
The small, dainty woman wriggled and twisted beneath the superb tonguing of her friend's husband, writhing until she thought she would die from the delightful torment of his moving tongue. Two climaxes were not enough. She needed more, a whole lot more. She needed to come until all her strength was completely gone, and even then she didn't want him to stop lapping. She could already. feel billows of internal feeling swelling and building. This one was going to be the best of the lot. This was going to be the climactic climax.
A high-pitched, unearthly scream came tearing from within her throat as her fingers wickedly twisted themselves hard in John's hair, tugging his face into her flooding cunt, all but drowning the man as her lubricating oils poured out in floods, dripping down her thighs into her tingling asshole, and falling all over the sheets on the bed.
Pansy cried out over and over, actually weeping she was so ecstatically happy. A million climaxes had en-folded themselves into this last one, completely draining her. She lay back, panting, her eyes tightly shut, feeling her heart pounding so heavily she thought it would burst through her breast.
Getting to his feet, John felt himself trembling as his burning erection waved in the air. He thought he might plunge his flaming poker between her thighs in the hope he'd attain his own satisfaction, but one look at Pansy vetoed that. She was all but asleep. He could have stuck his meat into her, and she would have been too weak to resist. He could have used her satiated cunt, her tight little asshole, or her hungering mouth. But it would have been repeating what Art, her husband, had done to her earlier, and the miracle of satisfaction he'd wrought for her would have all been for nothing.
Achingly frustrated now, he silently dressed and stared down at the torso of the sleeping woman. It was a nice, trim, neat body. What a shame for it to be abused. Yet he had no right to talk to Art. And if Pansy sought him out again for satisfaction, he knew he'd never have the heart to refuse her. But the next time, she'd have to make him come, too. Orgasms were a two-way street.
Dressing, John covered Pansy's body, then turned and silently left.
CHAPTER FIVE
John and Doris
Getting back into his car, John started heading for home. On the way, his eye was caught by a little Fiat pulled over to the side of the road. He recognized the strawberry blonde standing by the side of the car, looking somewhat frustrated.
Pulling over, he said "Hi Doris. Can I help?"
Doris Blaise looked at him and instantly broke into a smile.
"John, you're sent from Heaven," she smiled. "Something's wrong with my car and I'm afraid to leave it to go to the service station. I have some valuable equipment in it, like the tape player, and I'm afraid someone might break into it."
"Which service station?" he asked.
"The Petty Station down the road."
"You use those two nuts, too?"
"Mickey and Dick are nice guys," she told him. "And that man Angelo, from the Keno Bakery, he's nice too. I meet him at the station every now and again and get some free bread."
"In today's economy every loaf helps. I'll go bring one of the boys back."
Fifteen minutes later, Doris's Fiat was in the Petty Service Station and Doris was being told to come back in two hours. John volunteered to drive Doris wherever she wanted to go.
"Take me home," she sighed.
"You look unhappy," he said, driving away from the station.
"I'm all right," she told him.
"I'm glad to hear that," he smiled. "You're too nice to have petty problems."
"You mean I should have big ones?" she said, laughing.
"I mean you shouldn't have any."
"John, can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure."
"How is your relationship with Rosita?''
"It's great. Why?"
"Do you take her for granted?"
"No one takes Rosita for granted."
"I mean, when the two of you make love, is it like it was when you first got together?"
"Hell, no. It's one helluva lot better."
"I mean, are you doing her a favor when you take her to bed?"
"Nobody does Rosita that kind of favor. If I don't behave properly in the sack, she can always find another sack."
"Does she take you for granted?"
"She'd better not, or I'd go out and find another sack of my own."
"Can I speak to you in confidence?"
"I don't see why not."
"Ron thinks he's doing me a favor whenever we ... well, you know."
"Does he leave you unsatisfied?"
"Not physically. It's just that I can't stand his attitude."
"How's that?"
"Before we were married, he thought he was God's gift to all women. He used to sleep around everywhere. After we married, he settled down for awhile. But in the last year or so, I think he's taken to fooling around again."
"Does it take away from your relationship with him?"
"I suppose that's what really bothers me. If he didn't treat me like all the girls he used to know before we were married I suppose I wouldn't really care. But he thinks he's doing me the biggest favor in the world. I mean, the last time he and I had relations was last Sunday. Now from Sunday to Friday is a long time for me. John, I need him more than once a week, if I get him that often. John, what can I do? How do I win him back? How do I make him drop that blas� attitude of his whenever we do have sex? I not only want him to sleep with me, I want him to like it."
"I'm sure he does like it, Doris."
"John, I'm no different than any other girl, right now. He sleeps with me to keep me from going completely crazy, as if it's a big favor. How do I win him back?"
"Doris, he's not a little boy anymore. What you want and what he wants are two different things, or so it seems from what you say. All you can do is wait and hope he comes to his senses."
"But I can't just wait around and do nothing."
John's car pulled up in front of Doris's house. She got out and invited him in for a cup of tea. He accepted.
"How do you and Rosita get along so well?" Doris asked, once they were inside and had their coats off.
"Rosita and I have an understanding," John said.
"What kind of understanding?" Doris asked, putting the tea kettle on.
"What either of us does when we're away from the other has no bearing on our joint relationship."
"How's that again?"
"What Rosita does when she's away from me is her own business. As long as it doesn't interfere with our relationship when we're together, I don't care what she does."
"You mean, if she wanted to commit adultery, you'd let her?"
"As far as I know, she already has, hundreds o times."
"How do you stand for it?"
"You really want to know?"
"Yes, please."
"I go out and have my own affairs."
"John, how can you? You break your very marriage vows."
"Not really. When Rosita and I got married it was with the explicit understanding that neither of us interfere in the other's outside activities. And we've been very happy this way."
"But I can't do that to Ron. I can't just go out and sleep with any man who comes along."
"Rosita doesn't either. She's very choosy."
"But Ron would kill me if he ever found out."
"Doris, I'm not telling you what to do. I'm only telling you what Rosita and I do. As to your relationship with your own husband, you have to make up your own mind."
"John, I'd cheat on him I suppose, if I thought I could get away with it. But I don't know if my conscience would stand for it."
"Doris, from what you tell me, your physical relationship is somewhat strained at the moment. You go on like this, and your emotional stability will eventually give way. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but I know what I would do."
"You'd go out and have an affair."
"I'd do whatever I believed necessary to maintain my physical and emotional stability."
"Suppose I said, 'John, you're right. Take me to bed.' I don't think you'd do it. We're too close to one another as friends for you to become physical with me."
"Doris, you've been reading the wrong books."
"Do you mean to say you'd actually go to bed with me if I offered myself?'
"Doris, let's be crude. I'd fuck the pretty little ass off your svelte figure if you gave me half the chance."
"I don't think you would."
"Doris, don't say anything rash. If you make, the offer, be prepared to have me accept it."
"Tell you what, John. I'm angry enough at Ron to. ..."
"No, Doris. I wouldn't accept you out of anger. Oh not that I'm saying you have to find me adorable. But it would have to be because you think you could get something out of our relationship you feel is now missing in the one you have with your husband."
"Well now, see you're already backing out."
"No I'm not," John told her. "I think I could supply whatever is missing in your present relationship. This doesn't mean that ours has to be permanent, nor does it have to be a one-shot deal, either."
"I don't believe you'd take me to bed," she told him firmly, and unbuttoned her dress.
"Doris, like I said, be ready for the consequences."
She pulled her dress off and dropped it on one of the kitchen chairs. Her body, standing before him in a half slip and bra, was stunningly beautiful. She had small but firm round fits, and though they were tightly encased in her bra he could see how creamy they were in color. 'There was no excess flesh on her firm, slim waist, and her hips swelled nicely.
She dropped her half slip, revealing her garter belt and stockings, and John said, "Doris, you're a stunning woman. I warn you, if you go farther, I'll carry you straight into the bedroom and make mad, passionate love to you."
"I dare you," she told him, taking a deep breath, unsnapping her stockings, and rolling them off.
"You asked for it," he said, and rising, picked her up.
He could sense rather than hear her giggle as he carried her over his shoulder, through the house, to the master bedroom. It was a large bedroom with a large bed, and he dumped her more-than-half-naked form on it. She lay there, propped up on her elbows, her eyes burning into him, daring him to follow through even if she couldn't say it out loud.
"What do you want, Doris?" he asked, panting because he was still more than a little aroused from his foray earlier, with Pansy Kane.
"I want to be loved, not just fucked," she replied. "I want to be told how wonderful I am, how delightful I look, how delicious I taste. I want to be a love-object and not a vessel to be used for relief. I want to be wanted and not be granted the good fortune of being fucked for my own relief. I want Ron to love me, but if he won't, then I'll accept love from anyone willing to give it. I admit to a certain amount of prudery, but I'm more, than willing to be cured of it provided the cure is to my liking."
"Your request is not unreasonable," he nodded. "The only remaining question is, do you really think I'm the right person to grant it?"
"John, I've known you and Rosita for more than ten years. She's got hot Latin blood boiling in her arteries, and you've managed to keep her happy all these years. I don't see why you can't so something for me. I don't expect the love you give Rosita. I have no right to demand that. But. ..."
"There are many different kinds of love," he told her. "A man can give love to more than one woman, and each love is completely different from the others."
"I wouldn't want you to fall in love with me, John.
"Ron is the one you want in love with you, Doris. But if you feel up to it, I think we can share something we'd both enjoy. There'd be no strings on either one of us, but each of us can give something the other wants"
"I want to be wanted sexually, for myself, John. What do you want?"
"I want to enjoy you, Doris, and equally important, I want you to enjoy me."
"You're making me feel delightfully wicked."
"Just as long as the wickedness is delightful," he smiled, sitting on the bed beside her reclining figure.
He leaned down and kissed her ripe mouth then, savoring the rich sweetness of her lips, enjoying the tintinnabulation of her shocking tongue as it touched his. He could taste the hunger in her; the want, the need, the urge to' be adored for herself and not be just another body into which he might thrust his burning cock.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, sucking her ear-lobe, feeling her shudder and whimper as her lips burned against the side of his neck.
"My God!" she whispered. "It's been so long since any man has thought enough of me to tell me I'm beautiful."
"You just haven't been listening," he smiled, kissing her throat. "My mind has been screaming it out to you for these many years. It stands to reason if you couldn't hear me, you couldn't hear the thousands of others who also think you're lovely. Every man who has seen you wants to possess you."
"But only as a passing fancy."
"And you, Doris? Would you want every man who wants you on a permanent basis?"
"No, I suppose not," she yelped as his tongue licked into her ear.
His hands reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, letting her small, ripe, pearshaped breasts tumble out. Like two pieces of rich fruit tipped with pink stems they quivered beneath his hungering mouth. He sucked each into his throat; not just the nipple but the entire delicious boob. They were sweet with the rich essence of her body, tasting of a honey no bee could ever hope to imitate, just as her flesh smelled of a musk no perfume could copy.
She was sighing, thrilled by the rapturous pressure of his burning lips and flicking tongue. The sensation of her breasts being swallowed by his hungering mouth brought to life searing pleasures she hadn't enjoyed for what seemed like many years.
Now his hands were wildly tearing her panties from her body, thrilling her with the knowledge he wanted her so badly he wasn't taking the time to gently remove the undergarment.
The time he took to rise and remove his own clothing passed with agonizing slowness. She could hardly wait for him to resume.
His hands lightly massaged her flat belly and full hips, causing her to quiver with writhing delight. She vibrated again and again, opening her solid thighs as his fingers moved between them.
John could feel her anxious wetness once his fingers found the hot pinkness of her slurping cunt. Her lubricious water flowed as if from an open faucet, jetting against his fingers and palm with each quickened breath she took. Between her quaking loins, way up inside in the secret tunnel of her longing cunt, was a river of straining, wanting, reaching out to him with ever-increasing pleas as he discovered more and more about her.
Now Doris took his face in her hands, whispering, "John, oh John, how I wish I loved you."
"You do," he assured her. "As we said before, you aren't in love with me, but you do love me. You could never enjoy what we were doing if love wasn't a part of it."
Pulling his head down, she used her tongue to pry his lips apart, thrusting it deep into his hungering mouth, still writhing as his fingers worked on the end-less pit of passionate flame now filling the void between her thighs.
"Eat me," she begged. "Put that hot tongue right up into me. Ron hasn't done anything like that in years."
Wanting to please her almost as much as he wanted his own satisfaction, John lowered his head, feeling her hands on his head, pushing as his mouth neared her viscous vagina: With his tongue fully extended, he pressed his mouth against her hot, steaming tunnel. It worked against the slavering, burning labia of her ardent, boiling twat as his tongue knifed out and cleaved straight into her juicing corridor.
Her legs and thighs tightened around his head as she began insanely thrashing, rubbing her sensitized labia against his hungering mouth, glorying in the feel of his lashing tongue as it worked its way deep into her smoking pussy and licked at all the soft, tender flesh inside, trying to remove all the regenerating moisture.
Doris couldn't have stopped her onrushing orgasm had she tried, and she didn't begin to try. She let it overpower her and thrilled to the seemingly endless pleasures of his lapping tongue. It wasn't lunging through her flaming pussy because she wanted it. She could feel the way it fluttered through her that it wanted to do what it was doing. It was enjoying the continuous lusty dredging of her meaty interior.
And when his hard lips encircled and sucked on her burning, bloodfilled clit, sucking on it as if he could drain pleasure from it the way one sipped soda through a straw, she lost all control of herself and began having one orgasm after another. These weren't climaxes designed to relieve pressure. These were gluttonous, zesty, elysian blows enveloping and engorging her halcyon center. As one washed away another rolled over her, taking its place. His eager mouth continued its oral ministrations, and in so doing, told her what. she needed to know. She was wanted for herself, and not because she was female. She was being enjoyed purely because she was an individual named Doris Blaise, who was loved by the man between her hammering thighs. He relished the taste of her, feeding at her trough, drinking from her well, tasting from her fleshpot because it pleased him, and not because he was doing her some kind of favor.
She could go on climaxing for hours and never weaken. It was a peculiar trait of hers that she could have thousands of orgasms, and although content with only one, she could relish all the others with no less intensity.
Through. the haze of orgasmic inundation Doris realized he was receiving no physical satisfaction other than the pleasure of sucking her delectable cunt. And because he so completely enjoyed tasting her, she wanted to feel the measure of his manhood filling her mouth. But she wanted it at the same time he was still salaciously gobbling her silky snatch.
"John," she moaned, forcing her thighs apart so he could hear her, "John, let me suck on you, too."
Even as his flashing tongue continued dipping into the bottomless font of her blazing cunt he began inching his body around, positioning it over her face, thrilling to the feel of her tantalizing fingers as they caressed the red-hot shaft of his twitching cock, teasing the bright purple head, and bathing in the ointment he was constantly releasing. Then he felt her tug his body down, her fingers digging deeply into his ass cheeks. Little by little the pulsing pecker slid into her own hungering mouth, easing between tightly ringed lips yearning to smoothe their way across the pole of his oscillating flesh. John felt the wet cave of her leeching mouth hungrily pull more and more cock inside, noisily sucking.
Doris had gone down on Ron often enough. They had even sixty-nined every now and again, though it had been a long time since he'd last eaten her, much less performed a soixane-neuf with her. When she'd done it for .him it was to satisfy his urge to have his cock sucked. There wasn't any overpowering pleasure in it for him. He could have used her nookie, her ass, or a piece of raw liver for that matter. And because he hadn't been experiencing any special thrills when she sucked his wang into her mouth, Doris hadn't cared too much how well or how poorly she had sucked. If there was no real pleasure in it for him, there could be no joy in it for her.
But John's cock was something totally different. Even the temperature was different, feeling a good twenty degrees hotter to her tongue' and palate. She could feel the pendulating vacillation of his roasting prong as it moved through her mouth, slithering along her tongue and rubbing the roof as as it sank into the depths of her licentious oral cavity. It touched the back of her throat, and her tight gullet opened to accept the lubricating purple head, tugging it all the way in, until her lips were kissing his hairy pelvis, drooling at the full, wonderful taste of prick. She sucked without letting him pull up, using the ring of her esophagus to tighten and loosen itself around his swollen staff. The hairs of his swollen balls tickled her nose, and the skin of his wrinkled scrotum rubbed against her forehead. Still she hungrily sucked his pulsating penis deep into her pharynx.
John felt as if his cock was more a part of her mouth than his crotch. He couldn't move it, and had to be content with enjoying the way the flat of her tongue moved up and down, massaging the top of his sunken shaft.
His own face remained buried in the taut, snapping maw of her delicious pink cunt. He was using his tongue like an oral penis, fucking into her center, yanking it out, sucking on her trembling clit, and then sinking the cock back into her luscious snatch again.
Having first been aroused by Pansy Kane, John knew his mind would flip out at any moment the way this superb specimen of true femininity was copping his entire truncheon. There were others, including Rosita, who sucked just as well as Doris, but none had her present eagerness. just as he hadn't been thinking of how she felt when he'd gone down on her, so she was interested in draining his cock for her own sake, knowing as he knew, that if she enjoyed the doing, he would enjoy being done to all the more. She felt the smooth hardness of his fleshy pipe as it rode deep into her throat, and her esophagus contracted tightly around the spongy head, squeezing it, massaging it, pulling at it the way a fist would yank on a cow's udder. It caressed the roof of her mouth and rubbed against the soft, pulpy back of her concupiscent throat, and Doris felt a gnawing develop in the pit of her stomach. It became a growing hunger; a desire to taste his sperm. She wanted to swallow it into her belly, as if the fiery sauce was nourishment to her.
John, in lathered heat, had lost control of himself, partly because of what Pansy had made him do earlier, but also because of the total desirability of Doris. In her need to feel wanted, she had made him feel wanted, as well. The sensation of her crunching lips and rubbing tongue, added to the need she imparted, burned into his body and his brain no longer had any control over the rest of him.
Before he could understand the message sent to him by his balls, he suddenly felt his tower of flesh erupt deep into her swallowing throat, flooding her gullet with hot spouting geyser&. p f burning semen. Her hands gripped his ass all the more tightly, tugging him down deeper, making sure all of his spunk splashed into her hungering gut.
Doris felt the flaming liquid squirt down her throat, and it only made her want more. She squeezed his ass cheeks as if by applying pressure against them she could milk that much more sperm from his heavy nuts. Her throat closed tightly around the rubbery, spouting knob, pulling the gummy fluid into her, not daring to let his flailing cock rise and spurt the precious lava into the air.
And as he came, John rammed his face into Doris's tight, whirling cunt, and jammed his long tongue deep into its vortex. He lapped violently, letting his oral member reach into the never-ending depths of her broiling gash. The orgasm seemed to run from her mouth, into his flashing cock, through his body, up into his throat, along his tongue, and back into her own body by way of her thudding cunt. Both were experiencing wild, insane excitement. And Doris was enjoying this particular orgasm even more than all the others because she knew she had been successful in drawing his soul through his cock.
Finally their crises subsided, and John withdrew his semi-rigid dong from her gulping throat. He pulled it free from her grasping lips, then tugged his face from the suction of her leeching cunt and rolled over.
"Oh my!" Doris exclaimed. "I didn't think you believed me that attractive. John, I loved every second of it. You made me feel vital and necessary. I didn't think any man could ever do that for me again."
He lay there, face up, panting, not daring to talk until he'd regained his breath. But even as he closed his eyes he felt her hands caressing his bending wand, rubbing and massaging it, making it grow again.
Suddenly John felt a new strength surge through him. He had enjoyed eating Doris, and had been crazy about the way she had blown him. More important, she had been ape about his cunt-lapping, and thoroughly enjoyed sucking his rampaging tool until she'd drained his sperm factories of all they could manufacture. It was this enjoyment that made him hungry for her all over again.
Rolling over, he turned his body until he was prone and directly above her. He stared into her loving blue eyes and then kissed her savagely. Doris, not quite comprehending what was going on, nevertheless responded gratefully, enjoying the idea a man wanted her so desperately.
A finger slid into her wet cunt, and then another, and finally a third. They moved back and forth through her foaming channel while his other hand' played with her tight, hot anus. He only used one finger in there, knowing two would cause pain. His biting teeth chewed on her turgid nipples while his lips sucked on her pink, rich aureolae. His knees forced her thighs wide apart, and then his renewed hard-on rammed right on in. Her eager cunt swallowed the entire cock, right up to the hairy pelvis, and had her hole been any larger it would have engulfed his balls as well. His large, rigid, steely cock filled her lusting pussy right up to her brain. It reamed in ,and out, making her feel mushy, slick, but alive and happy. Using his arms he raised her thighs high, pressing them back against her round, pear-shaped breasts as he leaned forward and kissed her strongly, each tongue curling about the other.
Doris tried using her cunt as a mouth, doing her best to eat him up. Meanwhile, his fingers were everywhere, sometimes pushing into her tight rectum, other times squeezing between their rubbing bodies and massaging her hot clit, and yet other times reaching around her thighs, tweaking her rich nipples. Then he began speeding up his thrusts and Doris found herself automatically thrusting with her loins, hurling herself upward in total ecstasy, shuddering and twisting, sighing as he moved more and more quickly, making her speed up, as well. She was going so quickly she found herself out of control, and suddenly the world shattered into an unconstrained, final orgasm. And she was pleased to feel him come right along with her, though the piddling spurts he shot into her blazing twat were nothing when compared to the lava he had blasted down her throat. It would take a couple of hours for his balls to create any large quantity.
They lay there afterward, holding hands. She finally said, "I'll never forget today, John. And I'll certainly never forget you. You made me feel wanted again."
"You can make Ron want you," he assured her, lying beside her and tracing his finger along her shoulder and tit.
"Sure," she smiled. "I've tried everything in the past year. It doesn't do a bit of good."
"Try backing off."
"I don't understand."
"You've been actually chasing your husband, panting at him to take you to bed and make love to you."
"Naturally."
"Well stop chasing after him. Stop making him feel his body is so desirable. Wait for him to come to you."
"That might take forever. Ron plays with so many women he'd never even miss me."
"You're wrong, Doris. He takes your body for granted because it's there. But if you don't offer it to him at every opportunity, after a while he'd get to realizing something was missing. I mean, let's face it. You are one great lay. No matter what Ron has been getting on the outside, he always comes back to you, not just because you're available, but because you're something really terrific. And once he started missing it, he'd come crawling to you."
"It's all easier said than done," she told him. "I mean, what am I supposed to do in the meantime? Ron knows I'll come to him because I have an over-powering sex urge, and it must be satisfied. I can't go more than a week without it.".
"So get it elsewhere. After all, that's what Ron is doing."
"But unlike Ron, I won't settle for something less than great. Ron was a marvelous lover when he cared to be. You happen to be a fabulous lover, yourself. Am I supposed to call you every time I get an urge?"
"I'm willing, hon. And it's the one thing to bring him back."
"You've just made the deal of your life, John."
Rosita and Len
Len Stone was feeling particularly hot that day, despite the fact that the temperature outside was in the high thirties. Hell, jewel had been behaving oddly of late, perhaps because her period might be approaching. In any case, she hadn't opened up for him for awhile, and it was getting to him, especially since he hadn't been able to lay any other woman in that time.
It was four thirty when Rosita Pell walked into his stationery store, and he felt his cock leap. Rosita was as good a lay as jewel any day. Maybe even better. No, no, that wasn't true. As an occasional lay Rosita was terrific, but Jewel was the only pussy to custom fit around his hot cock.
"Hi Rosita," he greeted. "Out from work a bit early, aren't your
"I have a hairdresser's appointment at five o'clock," she replied, "and since my boss wasn't in today, I gave myself an hour off."
"How far away is the hairdresser?"
"About two blocks away."
"And you have a whole half hour with nothing to do?"
"Problems, Len?"
"A real stiff one."
"I think I can take care of it for you," she smiled, heading for the storeroom.
Calling to his clerk to watch the store, Len followed her in, locking the storeroom door behind them.
On the floor at the rear of the storeroom was a pile of magazines, six feet long and three feet wide, and a mattress lay on top of the pile.
"If mattresses could talk," Rosita laughed.
"If those lower lips of yours could talk," Len laughed.
"I'll bet the eye in the head of your penis has seen the insides of more vaginas than my pussy has tasted phalluses."
"That's because you're more selective than I," he told her as they undressed. "You only want the best."
"I should take that as an insult," she retorted. "I mean, you're telling me any old port in a storm, or any old hole in an emergency."
"Yours, I must admit, isn't just any old hole," he nodded. "It's something special."
They put their clothing on piles of boxes containing looseleaf paper, and Rosita lay down on the mattress.
"Say," he murmured, staring at her tight pussy in the light of the storeroom's two-hundred watt bulbs. "That cunt looks as tempting and as tantalizing as ever."
"It was washed out just before I came here. I had a feeling you might have a use for it."
He lay down next to her and began sucking her full brown nipples. The cool air circulating through the storeroom, seeping in from the outside, made his saliva evaporate, and she shivered a little.
"It'd be nice if you brought a heater in here," she told him.
"Mmmmm," was all he answered, his mouth still full of tit. Then his lapping tongue began working its was down her belly, trailing into her dense thatch of black hair and across the smooth, tan swell of her luscious thighs. His knowing tongue, sharp, moist, hot flesh, licked her baby-soft skin, pressing into the deep pink gutter separating her thighs. These she opened hastily, and his tongue reached out, running along the edges of her slippery outer lips. Automatically Rosita's hand fell on Len's curly head.
She gasped with pleasure as his driving tongue forced her pink gash to open wide. It (the tongue) slid in to its full, slippery length, titillating the inner walls and massaging her hard clit, all at once. Back and forth the tongue sawed, running in and out of her warming snatch like a pink flexible cock.
Rosita's full breasts bounced as she swallowed a great gulp of air. Len was tugging her forward and up as he fell back on the mattress. She was straddling his face, sitting on his throat, her lush hips surrounding his eager head, and his tongue was still seeking the meat of her juicy quim. She felt his hands cup her ass cheeks and keep her down so he could lick all the better.
Rosita leaned forward, throwing her weight on her hands, moving her hips forward and back against his slurping mouth, feeling one thrill after another crackle in her lush pussy. Len continued gripping her luscious ass cheeks as she rocked back and forth to continue the feeling of friction his tongue gave her curt. Now she was really warming up to his licking tongue, her hot slit melting into the challenging warmth of his laving mouth, balancing herself on her knees directly above him.
Then she straightened up, throwing the full weight of her crimson gash against his fade. Her right hand reached back and grabbed his hard, twitching cock, her fingers tightly curling around the iron shaft. Slick lubricant dripped from its rosy head, and her hand washed the oil across the full length of the rigid flesh tower.
Abruptly she released the shiny cock as his left forefinger dug into her anus, making her lean forward again, away from his body. Her luscious round ass ground against the slick finger intruding itself into her asshole. Liquid from her gaping pussy leaked out the sides, drenching his face, chin, and neck as his working finger continued its thrust into her tight rectum.
His other hand no longer balanced her full cheeks, but began working to rotate her body a full hundred and eighty degrees so his thrusting tongue continued licking the oils from inside her burning cunt, but now she was facing the length of him, while his left fore-finger continued its inrush into her wriggling anus.
Rosita leaned forward, her mouth gaping wide, and began sipping the liquid seeping from the bright crimson head of Len's vibrating cock. The viscous saliva from her mouth coated the blazing prick, saturating it with a transparent, slick coat before her doughnut-shaped lips came hurtling down, gobbling him up right to the root. Len felt he was being dragged, cock-first, into the never-ending vortex of a sucking whirlpool. It seemed to slide over his flashing cock, then made him feel as if it were engulfing all of him.
Raising his thighs, Len shoved his cock higher, trying to ram even more of himself into Rosita's mouth, sensing the hollowed inner cheeks of her mouth close in on him, flaming with a soft, tensing blaze, sucking along with her tongue until his body had been drawn tight, like a vibrating violin string.
Rosita knew she was reaching him when she felt the vibration of his humming throat echo in her flaming passion pit. She moved her body quickly now, thrusting her hips back and forth with a wild, uneven rhythm, letting his tongue fuck deep into her, creating wilder and wilder sensations. She liked having Len's tongue ream her out. It wasn't a reluctant, unwilling tongue, as Art's had first been, earlier. Rather Len's tongue leaped into her and challenged her inner cunt to remain unmoved as it stroked its way through her. It made her feel good all over, wanting to please her as much as it enjoyed slurping around within her. And so she sucked strongly on his cock meat, pulling so hard with her lips she thought she'd tug him inside out.
Len felt his blood begin to boil as he wildly jack-hammered his aching cock in and out of Rosita's grasping mouth. He knew he would shortly come, and he was desperate in his desire to prolong his orgasm.
His own tongue lapped vigorously, slobbering into her musky pussy again and again, drinking the sour-sweet fluid as his lips pressed her quivering clit until it all but hurt. It was when his teeth rubbed the thrumming clit that she felt that all-too-familiar, marvelous sensation suddenly charge rampantly. through her body. Her brain exploded as she rammed her lush cunt hard against his face, her own mouth completely gobbling up every bit of his tempestuous meat, enveloping it in her soft, oral cradle..
Len pounded his cock all the more hurriedly in and out of Rosita's slurping mouth. Her tongue lay flat against the upper part of it, massaging the rosy glans, making it shine a brilliant carmine, tickling each sensuous nerve inside.
Each lapped and sucked with wild abandon now. Rosita could glory in the feel of his pulsing prick as it sank into the deepest part of her throat, while Len's invigorating tongue charged madly through her hot, foaming snatch, then withdrew and tantalized her quivering clit.
Len couldn't control himself any longer. He knew he was going to come, and so frantically sucked on her solid clitoris. Rosita's entire body stiffened, her thighs tightening around his head and squeezing his temples, blocking out all sound. Her pussylips kissed his mouth and chin as her seething cunt erupted and issued a craterful of colorless lava, dousing his hair, his eyes, his cheeks, his chin, and his throat.
At the same instant, Len's own volcano erupted, the flaming white lava pouring down her throat in a wild rush of liquid, squirting so swiftly and strongly, Rosita was barely able to swallow it all. Both were temporarily Iost in a floating sea of flooding orgasm.
Each was unconsciously comparing the other to his and her own sex partner. Len had to admit Rosita had a knack of cocksucking that was easily equal to Jewel's. Rosita enjoyed the way Len was eating her snatch, but felt he wasn't quite equal to John, whose cock was slightly smaller than Len's, and so fitted clown her throat a little better. She was determined to suck John's cock later that night and make her clay a completely satisfactory one, little realizing John had undergone fellatio an hour earlier with Doris.
Both lay back on the mattress after their exertions, breathing hard, smiling at one another.
"That was good," Len smiled. "I like the way you come, Rosita. You really let a man know he's gotten to you. Jewel is great, but she doesn't really come the way you do."
"You and Jewel are very happy, aren't you, Len?" she asked.
"Pretty much. We have a good relationship. But sometimes I get the funniest feeling she doesn't have a full orgasm."
"You should know what to do about that."
"What do you mean?"
"Play with her clitoris. Rub it, massage it, suck it, until you know for sure that she comes."
"Her clitoris?"
"This thing here," Rosita told him, thrusting her snatch toward his face and showing him her clit.
"Oh yeah. You have one and I've seen it on other women, but I've never noticed it on Jewel."
"Well, don't you think it's time you located it? Without one an orgasm is more than a little difficult"
"But when my cock goes into her my body doesn't touch her clitoris, wherever it is."
"Then there may be something wrong with her interior. Why not have her go see Lou Topper, the gynecologist. He can examine her and determine what, if anything, might be wrong."
"We still have fifteen minutes," Len told her, consulting his watch.
"Well then," she murmured, rubbing his flaccid worm of flesh with her hand, "let's make the most of it."
Little by little the cock began to enlarge until once again, it stood proudly at full mast, its red knob a brilliant, shining beacon for her to admire. And as his penial head once again began to seep its colorless oil, Rosita felt her own juices beginning to flow once again.
Standing, he towered above her tan, shining thighs. Then he lowered himself, letting his warm prick slide silkily along her inner loins. His hands covered her large, round tits again, pinching and squeezing her ripe flesh, his fingers rubbing the hard nubs of her brown, raisinlike nipples.
Shockwaves thundered through Rosita's body as she felt a renewed heat in her thighs. Len's knees were between her thighs and he was working the swollen knob of his burning prong between the full outer labia of her steaming nookie. She lay back, elevating her hips, anticipating the lunge. When it came she was ready. His full, swollen log forced the flesh doors to her pussy to open wide as it poled its way into her. To Rosita it felt enormous, and she knew there was no stopping his onrush now. He pressed forward again, and the burning point of his flashing prick tunneled deeply into her, tugging the rest of his pipe in behind it. He chugged forward with all his energy, sliding into the tight pocket of her pussy, and she felt his hands tugging her thighs even farther apart, stretching her muscles. Len was almost all the way in by now, and she could feel the hot flesh of his cockstem thrill the walls of her ,flaming vagina as he drew back a bit and thundered forward one more time.
Rosita felt his stiff, throbbing cock snake its way into her slushing quim, playing with her inner labia as it plundered back and forth. Sparks of flashing electricity coursed its way through her body, making the inner furnace burn more and more brightly. She could now feel the thrill of his swollen dong thrusting, parrying, retreating, and thrusting again, rocking in and out between her smooth lips as they strongly sucked.
She finally found the pace he was setting and adjusted herself to it, rotating her hard belly under his pounding stomach. While his fingers gripped the firm, delightful cheeks of her ass, her hands clutched his back tightly, drawing him closer and closer until his chest hair was brushing her nipples, sending new sensations coursing through her body.
Len hurled himself into her now with greater speed, the puffy head of his swollen cock battering itself against her cervical entrance, rubbing the sides of her burning box. Both were lost in oceans of warm, surrounding flesh. For awhile he sucked on her left teat, then let his mouth work on the right one, and his fingers squeezed her ass cheeks all the harder.
Despite the coolness in the storeroom, both were perspiring heavily. Both were panting and groaning, moving a million miles a second and getting nowhere in a hurry.
His body was a rocketing plunger as it squirmed in and out of her seething hole. Now his lips covered hers, swallowing her breath into his mouth, chewing on her hot, sticky tongue, playing his own tongue against the roof of her eager mouth.
And then he came again, blasting his sticky fluid deep into the boiling, churning depths of her flaming cunt, thrilling the slick walls of her twat, slicing through her womb like a sharp knife. And his orgasm triggered another response in Rosita, who stabbed up with her hips to feel the full thrust of his shooting cannon, sensing an inundation of total raw pleasure.
Still locked together, they rolled from side to side, actually caroming off the wall near the mattress. Thunderbolts of mad sensation blazed through both of them,, and raw, open pleasure filled them to totality.
Finally they came apart, reluctantly separating.
"You're the best," he had to admit to Rosita. "I've never known anyone as constantly good as you."
"Jewel could be just as good, if you check her out as I suggested," Rosita told him, hastily dressing.
"When will I see you again?" he wanted to know.
"Who knows?" she shrugged. "Maybe tomorrow, or maybe next month. That's why you'd better have Jewel examined. You know she's one person you'll always have around."
"You really enjoy it, don't you," he said to her as he pulled his own pants on.
"I wouldn't be back here with you, otherwise."
"But what about John?"
"John knows and understands. The secret of our marriage is our total understanding of one another."
"I don't know if I could take it if I learned Jewel was fooling around."
"You mean you can, but she can't? Shame on you, Len."
"
"Yeah, well I guess I'm old-fashioned that way."
"All right, old-fashioned man. I have a date with my hair dresser. I'll see you another time."
"I hope so," he smiled, wiping some wetness from his mustache.
CHAPTER SIX
John and Gussie
Returning to his house, John was at first surprised to see his front door open. But once he put his car away and entered the house, John saw the cleaning girl, Gussie, was there. Rosita had given Gussie a key of her own, and the girl came every Friday afternoon to thoroughly clean the split-level, from top to bottom.
Gussie was a Jamaican Negress whose command of the English language was far superior to that of many college students. She was five feet six inches tall, had a pleasant face, a more pleasant disposition, and a trim, taut figure. Her breasts were small, but she had one helluva big ass.
"Hi John," she greeted as he came in. "How's everything?"
"Fine," he answered. "With your
"I'm just fine, too. Would you care for something to eat?"
"I just ate at a restaurant, about a half hour ago," he answered. "Boy did I eat. I feel almost back to normal. A good meal can help restore one heck of a lot of stamina."
He went to his bedroom, where Gussie had already finished cleaning, and lay down to rest. He dozed for awhile and awoke to the sound of the shower running. Thinking Rosita might be back, he got up and walked into the bathroom. Behind the glass doors of the shower he saw Gussie's dusky figure. And she saw him, as well.
"I'm sorry," he apologized as she turned off the shower. "I thought you were Rosita."
"It's my fault," she told him. "My hot water heater at home isn't working, and when I spoke to Rosita on the phone yesterday, she told me I could use her shower. I should have locked the bathroom door, I suppose."
"That shower door glass does a poor job of hiding your figure," he smirked.
"Why strain your eyes?" she asked, pulling the door open, revealing her dark loveliness to him.
"You know what you're inviting?" he asked.
"John, we aren't children. I haven't been with a man since I. divorced my husband, more than a year ago. I mean, if you feel prejudiced or odd about scoring with me because I'm black ..."
"Which of us is the prejudiced one, I wonder," he asked, helping her from the shower and wrapping her in a large bath towel. His hands were all over her, drying off her shining skin.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I had no call to say that. I can see by the bulge in your crotch how I'm affecting you."
"You'd affect any man that way, Gussie," he told her, leading her into the bedroom, throwing the towel back into the bathroom.
In no time he was undressed and beside her, lving on the bed. Her black, conical tits were pyramids of chocolate, and he sucked the even blacker nipples deep into his throat, one at a time.
"I don't use much in the way of protection," she told him. "But I have experienced orgasms from my behind. I mean, to me they're just as good as the regular kind."
"I dig," he told her, spinning her onto her belly and raising her knees.
"Well, you're about to dig," she laughed as he positioned himself behind that luscious dusky ass with the firm cheeks.
His thick cock was telescoping out from beneath his ebony matted pelvis, correctly aimed for the romance it was about to enjoy with the weblike rictus of Gussie's sphincter. He pointed his pile driver between the black planetoids of her ass, making it throb teasingly along the entire length of her ass slit. And Gussie forced her butt farther back as John moved his stiff cock forward, readying it for its actual penetration.
Gussie kept on punching her smooth, round butt back, and John could feel the tempting entrance almost close around his solid scepter, almost swallowing it for the moment. But then John pulled back. Her ass was dry and tight, and not quite ready to be penetrated.
His fingers rubbed between her thighs, feeling the smear of thick, oily grease as it poured from her cunt and coated his digits. At the same time he lowered his face to Gussie's butt. His mouth gaped wide and he sank his teeth into the padded left ass cheek as his fingers took the balm from her dripping cunt and stuffed it as best they could into her tight, dry anus. Once content two fingers could slide in and out of her gripping ass with almost no resistance, John eased his heavy prong to the entrance of Gussie's ass. Gently, he eased his firepole against the star of her anus and began slowly working it in. And them, when it was halfway in, he drew her back until he could stand on the floor and hold her hips firmly. Then he snapped his loins forward with intense strength, Gussie all but froze. It wasn't until he'd shot his fierce cock all the way in that Gussie first really felt it in there. The inflexible rod began sliding in and out, moving in an insane bongo beat. He drilled the rod deeper and deeper into her milking rectum, and she writhed and wriggled as much as she could to keep the pistoning prong content in its temporary home.
Now John began pounding at her body urgently, running his truncheon in and out with feverish haste. His fingers sunk into the smooth, soft flesh of the Negress, squeezing her hips all the harder. The tight,. heated, clutching smoothness of her anal interior brought John to new heights of arousal. He'd ass-fucked his share of women, including Rosita, but none had a sphincter like this one. It gripped more tightly than cunt labia or a sucking mouth.
Gussie loved every second of the way his greased schlong kept running into her. Every second seemed like an eternity of pleasure, and she knew it wouldn't be too long before she experienced an awesome anal orgasm.
Her head lolled from side to side, and she buffeted her round, swollen ass cheeks harder and harder against John's reaming plunger. She could feel his tight balls, already drawn partly up into his body, now beat at the leaking crack of her hungry cunt. The smack of his thighs against her ass sounded like explosions in her ears. Her superb black ass was a dark blur of magnificent motion as it twisted, gyrated, and slammed back, hard against him. She reveled in the feeling of his unbending cock in her burning asshole.
"Do it, man, do it," she yelled, losing all control of herself and reaming her rectum all along his flaming cockshaft.
The pole kept running in and out, in and out, and Gussie was sighing, burying her face in the bed-spread beneath her trembling body. She felt as if she were in an insane heaven.
And then the feeling for which she had been waiting began to build. It enlarged, crawling through her extremities the way a spider's legs would reach out inside her. Heat built on heat, and then turned to a flaming pyre of pure, raw sensation. She came, squeezing her ass cheeks together hard, all but crushing the fat cock poling its way in there, and the tightness was too much for John. His hands had to hold her in place as his plunging pecker shoved itself in and out. The woman was having a wild, insane orgasm, and had he not held her up, she'd have flattened herself on the bed, and in the process his zooming cock would have fallen out of her squeezing ass. But because he held her in place, his own climax swelled and suddenly fell on him with the weight of a bull elephant. He erupted lasciviously into Gussie's crushing rectal passageway, shooting a new load of hot jism into her, squirting all the way up into her colon.
"Oh my!" Gussie exclaimed, feeling his flesh cannon send its withering blast of hot come into her target area. "Oh my, but it's been a long time since I've felt anything quite so good."
"And you have the tightest,, most solid rectum I've ever had the pleasure of sinking into," John assured her, withdrawing his now-flaccid weapon.
"I'd certainly like to suck on that," Gussie told him.
"Don't build another erection," he warned her. "It isn't that I don't enjoy you, Gussie, but I have to save my stamina."
"That's all right, John," she assured him, kneeling in front of him and licking the droplets of sperm covering his flocculent wand. "I just want to taste that lovely, hot fluid filling my rear end. And I want a lick of that hose pipe that shot the stuff into me."
So he stood there while her tongue licked the last leaking drops of his sperm, literally sucking them from his purple tip, and swallowing them all the way to the back of her throat.
"Oh, but it does taste good," she smiled, finally standing up.
"Next time, if I'm home, maybe we'll enjoy a joint eating session," he told her as she began dressing.
"You have the nicest ideas," she laughed.
He also dressed, and just as Gussie was preparing to leave, Rosita came from her hairdresser. She was more than happy to see Gussie, and paid her for the good job she'd done cleaning the house.
Gussie took the money, thanked her, and left.
"So," John asked, as Rosita hung up her coat. "How was your day?"
"Fine," she replied. "And yours?"
"Not quite as quiet as I'd expected, but still not earthshaking, either."
"Where are the kids?"
"Don't know. Haven't seen them since this morning."
"John, would you do me a favor?"
"If I can, love."
"I have an appointment with Lou Topper tonight, after supper. I hate driving when it's dark out. Will you take me there?"
"Sure thing," he assured her.
It took nearly an hour for Rosita to prepare supper. By that time their son and daughter had returned home. They ate a half hour later, chatting happily the entire time. Both of the Pell children had nice dispositions.
At seven-thirty, after the table had been cleared, the children left the house to go to a party. Rosita went and took a shower, carefully washing out her pussy and getting it ready for Lou Topper's probing fingers. John took a shower after she came out, letting the cold water' arouse him again, milking him feel zesty.
"Come on," he told his wife, going downstairs and putting on his coat. "Let's move it."
Five minutes later, Rosita came down, and together they left.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rosita and Lou
Lou Topper's office was in his home, off to the side. He'd had a boring day. He'd seen eight different cunts, five of which belonged to old biddies and two of which were attached to middle-aged women. The eighth one had belonged to a young girl not yet in her teens, and Lou wouldn't have been able to do much with that one even if the mother hadn't insisted on staying in the room. The best twat he'd seen all day had been his wife's, when he'd jumped on her early in the morning.
He knew Maryann had finally returned from her shopping spree, but because he was kept so contantly busy there had been no chance for a repeat rape. He'd had supper with her, and probably would have fucked her right on the kitchen table had their daughter not been present.
It was now eight o'clock. His daughter had left to spend the evening out with her friends, but he heard the bell, letting him know someone was waiting for him in the outer office. So forgetting about Maryann for the moment, he went to the waiting room.
The moment he opened the door his eyes brightened. There was Rosita Pell. John, her husband, was also there, but he looked like he would he content to wait around for the next hour, and Lou Topper knew a quick examination of Rosita's cunt would take less than fifteen minutes. And once he'd determined it was as healthy as ever, he intended taking full advantage of it, especially since his nurse never stayed around after six.
He ushered her into the examining room, and Rosita, used to the routine with Lou, didn't merely remove her panties, but completely disrobed. He was very professional in his examination of her vagina, and when he was finished, he smiled, and said, "You have the healthiest cunt in all of Rumton. Now suppose I put it to use."
"Suppose you do," Rosita smiled.
Both hands reached up and circled his neck, tugging him down to where she lay on the examining table. He buried his lips in the soft side of her throat, kissing and licking, while her own hands scuttled up and down his back, sending knives of pleasure through him. His fingers ran down along her lush, naked hip, carefully massaging it and making her squirm. And then his clothed body was covering her naked self as his hand began grasping her full buttocks in a mad sensuality. Her ass cheeks were like smooth, soft marble as she forced herself against his quivering body. And then she relaxed for the moment, and he could feel the way her buns relaxed, enlarging and filling his hands all the more.
She kissed his throat and began undoing his doctor's smock. Lou's entire body was trembling. Christ! This was a woman who knew how to make a man feel good. His smock came off, and then his shirt, and her lips were soon kissing his naked, hairy chest. He could feel her finger unhooking his pants and opening his zipper. Now he was panting, almost gasping, finding it all but impossible to remain calm as she slid the zipper open and tugged his pants down around his hips. His belly expanded and contracted, his hips churning madly as if someone other than himself was actually rotating them.
His pants and underwear fell to the floor, and he had to kick his shoes off before he could slip them off. His strong, thick cock flipped into her line of vision, and she could see it was a hot, almost clammy rod. Her eyes remained locked on the fully-extended organ for a few moments, and then her gaze roamed up his beefy belly and chest until their eyes met. Her large, full tits were heaving, anxious for the feel of him.
Lou stared at her, losing all control over the way his body continued trembling. He stared at the way Rosita moved her hands up to the full mounds of her boobs, as if trying to stop them from bouncing with her breathing.
He returned to where she lay, letting his body fall on hers, feeling his sticky testicles rub against his thigh as he moved. Her mouth opened and her tongue sucked his in as his lips came down on hers. Their naked flesh seemed to join into a solid mass of meat as their bodies clung to one another, skin rubbing skin with a sort of gentle friction.
Rosita bit at his lips as he chewed on hers, and then his tongue was snaking softly into her mouth again. His burning cock was pressing rampantly against the slushing furnace of her pressuring snatch. It made Lou go half wild with an animal desire to fuck and fuck and fuck.
Rosita clutched his thick body tightly to hers, kissing his face and caressing him, whispering sweet words to him. Lou barely heard her, his hunger for her was so great.
"You're fantastic," he mumbled, his mouth seeking and finding her right tit. He sucked the nipple deep into his mouth, chewed on it almost violently, and said, still sucking on it, "I wish I could run away with you. Just me and you. You're such a fantastic fuck it's like you're a different woman every time."
Rosita laughed and said, "But that wouldn't be fair to John and Maryann."
"Who cares about John and Maryann?" he asked, his mouth finally releasing her boob.
"I care," she tittered. "They're both dear to me. John is my husband and Maryann is one of my best friends."
"They could console one another," Lou muttered, licking her other nipple, watching it rise as his tongue ran across it.
"Lou, you would never be happy with me," she told him, pressing his face against her chest. "I need many men to keep me happy. John knows this. He accepts it. Could you feel happy knowing my cunt was being used by other men?"
"Don't I accept it right now?" he asked.
"Only because you aren't my husband. But you're the possessive type, Lou. Even if you don't become violent, you'd be hurt by my playing around with other men, should I choose to run away with you."
"Maybe," he nodded, licking the valley between her breasts.
"Definitely," she laughed. "Besides, in some ways you're like me, I mean, if you feel the need for me each time I come here, how many other women must you also fuck?"
"I can't help it," he admitted, blushingly.
"And yet Maryann is such a wonderful woman. Surely she must be a more than satisfactory bed partner."
"She's good," Lou admitted, "yet she always seems dissatisfied with the way I screw her. I mean, she has climaxes, a lot of them, and yet her body always seems to be looking for just one more orgasm. I do all I can to make her feel fulfilled, yet something's missing. I mean, I used to fuck her calmly, softly. It seemed to be never enough. So then I pretended to rape her, which is what I still do. And still it's not quite enough. No matter what I do, she makes me feel as if I'm not doing enough for her."
"Do you lap her as well as you do me?"
"I've licked her cunt dry, rubbed her clitoris until it was raw, and tried every artificial device, as well, like french ticklers. No matter what I do, it's never enough."
"Well then, you've done all you can. Is she dissatisfied?"
"Not really. I'm the dissatisfied one. I want to make her come like a crazy bitch."
"Someday it'll happen, Lou. just like that, all of a sudden. You'll see."
"Right now, all I see is you. I want to make you happy."
"I'm glad," she answered, "because I like you."
"That makes it unanimous, because I like you."
Her arms circled his neck and brought his head back up to her face so her lips could kiss his. Beneath his hungering body she wriggled her thighs apart until she'd caught his flaming cock between them. Then she began squeezing it tightly, pressuring it between her tan pillars of warm flesh. His balls seemed to break out in a sweat.
Gently, Rosita moved him off her body and he permitted himself to lie beside her, until she finally pulled herself on top of him. His blazing-hot cock, thick and purple-veined, its broad, smooth glans swollen and bloodfilled, stood directly in front of her eyes.
His desperate hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, rubbing them and pulling on the long, erect nipples. Meanwhile her hands stroked his pulsing cock. It jolted involuntarily each time she touched it. And then her fingers stroked his testicles, as well. Lou's ass tightened as she caressed his nuts, and he surrendered himself to her incredible touch. He shut his eyes and tensed himself again, causing his rigid cock to swell just the littlest bit more. The way it, twitched made Rosita hungry, and her head dipped down and engulfed the solid meat between two hungering lips.
Electric particles invaded the head of his throbbing prick as Lou felt it being sucked deeper and deeper into her wet, hot, hungering mouth. He stared at the way his lancing cock became smaller and smaller as her lips covered more and more of it. Waves of burning passion washed over him as her tongue rubbed the underside of his proud stalk, and then he stared at the way her cheeks hollowed, then bloated, her lips constantly moving up and down as she strongly sucked, and the urgency of the fierce storm building inside him became almost unbearable.
His loins began to twist and turn, his sweating ass cheeks sticking together tightly each time he responded to her downward move by thrusting his rampant dong up, deep into the back of her tight throat. As he began to speed up his thrusting hips, sighing and groaning, Rosita suddenly pulled her mouth away from his flailing penis.
She turned on her side, lying next to him, poking her full tan ass cheeks in his direction. She reached down between her thighs, grabbed his hot cock, and began pulling it toward her. One of his hands automatically reached around her, running through the dark moss and rubbing the erect clitoris. He rubbed it briskly, listening to her ragged breathing, feeling her ass cheeks churn against the pole of his solid prick
"That's good," Rosita whispered. "That's very good."
His fat hard dong had moved where her hand had pulled it, between her aching thighs, tightly against her simmering twat, feeling her heavy, viscous outpourings saturate the rigid flesh.
Rosita pulled her legs against her in a foetal position, her hand reaching for the burning phallus against her cunt lips. She touched it, felt it shiver for a moment, then squeezed it and guided it between her lusting labia.
Lou's hand still reached around in front of her, his finger rubbing the button of her sensitive clit as his lancing cock drove into her flooded slit from behind. He slammed it into her forcefully, the air rushing out of his lungs in a sensation of burning relief mingled with ecstasy.
As he knifed it into her he felt the full, tight roundness of her ass cheeks press against his thighs. He squeezed his other hand under her body until he could feel the globular extensions of her heavy breasts.
His cock, tremendously thrilled from the feel of her hot mouth, tingled as it slowly slid into her womanly chamber. He tried ramming it back and forth, but because of the way they, were lying it was more than difficult.
Keeping Lou locked into her, Rosita slowly began turning, forcing him to hover over her as she now kneeled with her luscious ass up in the his steely cock still lost in the depths of her swirling cunt. She lay with her head down and her back sloped up toward his loins, legs and thighs wide apart so Lou could push his own knees between hers.
Looking down, he could see his white, stiff cock between the pink folds of her grasping labia, watching it saw in and out, searing her tenderness. Staring at it, and looking at the anal cleft surrounding her asshole, he became filled with even greater desire for her.
Running his hands over her round ass cheeks, he slammed into her with the same fierceness he used when plundering his wife's tender nookie. He could see the heavy pole of flesh slurping out in wet fastness, and then surging forward into her hot, burning cunnus until his thighs slammed into the round cushion of her luscious ass.
Squeezing her ass cheeks tightly, his fingers began digging into her firm flesh. Now he plunged into her, rocking his hips from side to side to enhance the pleasure. Her embracing pussy tightened its grip on his surging cock, sucking him in all the more helplessly. Her own hands reached behind her to grab his hips and tug him into her with even greater force.
Feeling her hot hands on his loins, Lou used his knees to push her thighs wider apart, leaning on her smooth, sweet-smelling back, thereby forcing her butt even higher. Then he lunged in and jammed his bloated cock into her endless cauldron to its full length while he rubbed his belly against the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. He eeled his way from side to side, thrilling to the fresh attacks of sweet ecstasy caused by their bodies rubbing together. And then he once more began his pistoning back and forth, very slowly but strongly.
He felt her hands release his hips now, and she bent her head and rested it on her folded left arm. Meanwhile, her right hand reached between her thighs and grabbed his dangling nuts. Her fingers were so adept, they caressed each testicle individually, churning her butt on the point of his fiery cock until she thought it would burn through and come out her belly. Choking sounds of passion squeezed from her throat, and for a moment Lou thought he might be hurting her. He slowed in his plungings and she murmured, "No, don't slow down. Faster."
Her words encouraged him to batter into her again, using long, hard strokes, thudding against her with such force, he felt his pelvis shiver. Each plunge flattened her rotund ass cheeks, making certain his frictioning cock rubbed against the roof of her sopping cunt.
"That's it," Rosita encouraged. "That's it. I can feel it in me now."
Perspiration shone on his face, dripping onto her back, he purposely slowed his strokes to heavy, pounding inrushes, throwing all his weight and strength behind each plunge. He was biting his lips, making them bleed, the sight of her womanliness had such a strong effect on him. He loved having her bowed before his pistoning prick, as if she were worshipping it. This was a woman in a,million, and he intended fully enjoying each stroke into her.
Passion grew to great proportions inside Rosita, and her cuntwalls gripped his flaming cock more and more tightly. Hers was a huge siphon, trying to drain his juices through his hose into her. Lou felt he was no longer the master, though she was still kneeling in place. He was completely powerless now, her victim, unable to stop himself from plunging into her again and again, thrusting madly forward. Even if death waited for him at the end of his orgasm there was nothing he could do to prevent it.
Her whispered voice cut into the ice forming in his brain, begging him to hurry. It was almost as if she were restraining herself, holding her orgasm in check until he finally came.
Lou felt an undefined power of burning sensation bunching together in his testicles, bubbling, seething, boiling, searching for the outlet. He was gasping breathlessly, fire charring his lungs, his belly furiously pounding against her ass cheeks.
"Rosita," he breathed. "Sweet Rosita."
And then the overpowering sensation became too heavy for him, and his fingers raked along her back as he murmured, "It's coming, it's coming."
Another plunge into her broiling cunt, and yet another, and one more, and then Rosita began squealing with delight, moaning long and low, whining as her seething cunt tightened even more, strangling his flail, crushing its head in her vaginal interior. And then the fiery liquid spurted out of him, squirting into her sucking snatch. Each blast into her, like shots from a gun, eased the ache in him, giving him blessed release. As he emptied his bloated balls into her he gasped his satisfaction.
Finally, with a last thrust, he threw his weight on her and they both collapsed on the table, his weakening cock still locked inside her. They lay there, his lips kissing the nape of her neck as his phallus slowly deflated and finally left the secure confines of her hot, wet, sated pussy.
"Doctor," she muttered, "I like the way you internally examine me. I'll have to come back more often."
"As your gynecologist I'm prescribing this treatment on a regular basis," he laughed weakly.
Rosita simply smiled.
John and Maryann
Less than two minutes after Rosita left with Lou, John looked up to see Maryann Topper standing beside him in the waiting room.
"Hi," she greeted. "What are you doing here? Need an internal examination?"
They both laughed, and John said, "No Maryann, I'm. just waiting for Rosita."
"When did she go in?" Maryann asked.
"About a minute or so ago."
"Why wait here? Come on into the house."
"Thanks, I'll do that."
"Care for a drink?" she asked as he followed her into the living room.
"What are you offering?" he wanted to know.
"Now there's an opening if ever I heard one. But I'll say you can have your choice of scotch, rye, or diet soda."
"I'll take the diet soda," he smiled.
"What've you been doing with yourself?" she asked.
"Taking pictures," he responded.
"I'll bet you see a lot of gorgeous women."
"I've seen a few," he nodded.
"How do I compare to your models?" she asked, handing him a glass of soda.
"Hard to say," he teased. "After all, you're fully dressed."
"Well I can always fix that," she chattered. "That is, if you're game."
"Come on, Maryann. You know better than that."
"I'm very serious, John. Afraid?"
"Just lead the way," he smiled, putting down the soda. "But are you certain someone won't walk in on us?"
"Lou is busy with your wife, and my daughter is out with her friends. John, we're both of us all alone."
"Alone together," he quipped. If you'd like to get together."
"I always thought you had a good sex life."
"Oh come now, John. I'm what is known as an insatiable nymphomaniac. I'm still looking for the one man who can give me total satisfaction."
"Well I can promise I'll give it a good by."
"That's all I'm asking."
"You've got a deal," he smiled as she shut the bed-room door.
Both hurriedly undressed, though John arranged his clothing so he could quickly get into them, if necessary.
"You're a lovely woman," he told her, staring at her naked body.
Her glistening skin seemed to gleam in the overhead bedroom light. She was breathing a bit more heavily now, thrilling to the feeling of his eyes on her body.
"How do I compare to your models?" she asked.
"You could easily be a model yourself," he replied.
"I'd do it, but too many of Lou's friends read those magazines for which you work."
John knelt in front of her and began kissing her soft, flat white belly, pausing only to lick into her quivering dimple of a navel. He lapped the skin back and forth above her furry muff, its light brown hair already damply glistening with moist pussy juice. Lower his tongue moved, tracing a path through her dense cunt foliage. He stopped once to remove a hair from his tongue, then went on. And Maryann shuddered as his moist oral digit licked her pelvis.
Walking backward on his knees, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and began tugging her along with him. When he finally got to her night table stool, he got up and sat, then pulled her into his lap. Maryann felt the stiff hardness of his cock as it rubbed against her. Her hand reached down and patted the solid, purpling head. John could feel a slight tremor in her hand and understood her anxiety.
"I can't wait to feel that inside me," Maryann told him.
"It'll penetrate soon enough," he assured her.
She sat straddling his rigid prick with her firm, columnar thighs. His solid wang lay flat against the furry slit of her pussy, and almost looked as if it were growing out of it. She looked at the way it seemed to sprout from her itching snatch and smiled, then ran a finger across its spongy knob. She watched it vibrate under her touch, then began smoothing her palm across the top, feeling his leaking lubricant smear across her hand. Then she made a fist around it and ran it through her tight grip, massaging it strongly, feeling him tighten.
He twitched on the stool as Maryann made his hot cock vibrate again and again. Then she stood, faced away from him, and sat again, her loins outside his, and now his pecker really seemed to be growing out of her tight twat.
"I'm going to jerk myself off," she laughed, and began pumping her fist around the steel penis. Her fingers rubbed the purple-headed knob, making it glow even more. To her it resembled an oddly helmeted soldier.
John ran his tongue up and down Maryann's spine, tasting the tender white flesh of her body. He sucked on her skin, careful not to let his lips pull too hard, lest he leave marks Lou might notice later on. He rode the tip of his tongue down one side of her back, then let it flick its way up the other side. Maryann wriggled, feeling her body tingle wherever his tongue licked. Now and again John's tongue would pause over a particularly sensuous spot and lap wildly, making her writhe in his lap. And Maryann would feel a thunderbolt shoot through her each time. He was tantalizing her body, making her churn insanely.
And then John twisted a bit, and Maryann knew she could no longer sit still and merely fondle his fleshstick. She rose, poised herself over the hot cock, and slowly began to sink down. She could feel the fuckpole running up and down through her crack and between her tight little ass cheeks. Maryann had a small, firm ass. Then, as she lowered herself some more, he pushed the throbbing rod forward slightly, and it began to run against her creaming pussylips.
Maryann felt another quiver slice through her body as she squatted above the hotter-than-ever prick. Little by little she sank down on it, feeling it knife through the watering canal of her leaking cunt.
The position in which she was squatting made her burning box cling all the more tightly to the inflexible phallus, and her seething snatch felt even fuller than usual, this despite the fact that Lou's cock had more breadth than John's. John was really a master in putting his poking prong to use in the best way. Her hips parted a bit more and then closed tightly, locking the solid meat deep inside her. Now she squirmed in his lap, letting the walls of her flaming pussy stroke the blazing cock. She squeezed her pussy muscles, gripping the stem tightly, making John sigh.
Both agreed it was a different position, and both enjoyed it, if only for its unusual feeling. Both sat comfortably, John on the stool and Maryann on John. Their bodies were almost totally still, the only motion coming from the way she was flexing those muscles in her flaming cunt.
Now Maryann's feet touched the floor, and she slowly rose, just about four inches, then she sat down, hard. The stimulus to both their genitals was indescribable. Maryann felt the plunging dick climb into her tight, blazing tunnel, rasping against her vaginal walls as if it were coated with sandpaper.
Maryann jumped faster now, letting. the probing cock fuck deep into her burning channel, feeling it swell slightly larger, making the fit even more snug. One wild sensation chased another' through her, and . she felt her first climax. It was a good one, and she shuddered, but it still wasn't the all-encompassing, towering, thrilling, ,superior orgasm she'd heard all her friends talk about. She wanted that come of comes.
Up she rose, then down she thudded, bouncing on his thighs. John thrilled to the feel of her ass cheeks as they slammed against him. So round, so solid, so rubbery, they jarred him each time they came down hard on his loins. Maryann kept sliding her greased twat up and down around the stiff, pulsing peter, almost as if she were a moving valve surrounding an upthrust piston. Her fiery snatch was having its effect, she knew. And yet, she had a second orgasm long before she felt any terminal reaction from his pronging spear.
Her screwing snatch seemed to close all the more tightly around his firm phallus, and it made her own orgasm all the more intense, and still it wasn't what she'd always sought. Even so, his delving dong seemed larger and larger in the confines of her flaming vessel.
Soon, she thought to herself. Very soon. She'd feel his flashing jism erupt into her, and it would set her off. She'd have that long sought-after climax.
Maryann gripped John's thighs for support, leaning back. She used one hand to make certain his swollen pecker wouldn't slide out. Her palm rubbed her upstanding clit, and soon she was off on her third trip to the moon. It was followed by six more crises, making her squeeze her thighs together all the harder. She bounced wildly, feeling his burning staff run wildly rampant through her hungry pussy, scarring her tender interior.
John, for all the times he had come that day, just couldn't hold his orgasm back any longer. It rose inside him with the force of a tornado, and then he shot the heavy, boiling seed straight up into her caressing cunt. A torrent of boiling sperm was expelled again and again, flooding into her welcoming cunt. And Maryann felt the burning, bursting seed splash into her, setting her off one more time.
This has to be it, she thought. This must be what I've waited for. She thrilled to the sound of his low howl, just loud enough for her to hear. Mingled with the flaming flood filling her box, she took off on another orgasmic journey, this time expecting to hit the stars. But like all the other times Maryann was disappointed. It wasn't to be.
It was a good orgasm, a solid one, and yet it wasn't the be all, end-all climax for which she was still waiting. She wanted to cry, to scream, to weep, and yet she took some comfort in the thought she'd given John Pell a good climax.
To John, it was good. It was one of the best orgasms he'd had all day. Her tight, broiling pussy was just the thing to cap a perfect day.
"Was it good?" she asked, hiding her own disappointment.
"Terrific," he acknowledged. "You have a way with your sweet little cunt."
"I'm glad you liked it."
"But you didn't have the climax you wanted."
"I had a lot of orgasms," she hurried to assure him.
"But it wasn't the one you wanted. I'm sorry, Mary-ann."
And he was. But John Pell knew even he had his limitations. He couldn't be all things to all women, no matter how hard he tried.
"I'll find that orgasm someday," Maryann told John as they dressed.
"I hope it's everything you expect it to be," he said, and he meant it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
John and Rosita
It was after eleven when the Pells finally went upstairs to their bed. They undressed, turned out the light, then climbed in together and cuddled against one another.
"You in the mood?" John asked.
"Too tired," she yawned. "But tomorrow's Saturday, and we can spend the entire morning in bed."
"I'm all for it," he told her. "A good night's sleep and I'll be ready to, attack that luscious cunt of yours for a good three hours, non-stop."
"And you're just the man to do it."
Art and Pansy
"Ready for the relief I promised you this morning?" Art Kane asked his wife, staring at her sweet little nude figure emerging from the bathroom.
"You can try, Art, but I'll bet you come first," she told him.
"Not a chance," he laughed, and tackled her, tossing her on the bed.
Before Pansy realized what was happening, her husband had parted her firm thighs and delved right in with his face, spearing her snatch on his tongue.
"Oh Art," she sighed, parting her thighs all, the wider. "I don't know where you learned it, but don't stop. Please keep on."
And he did. His tongue was a furiously fucking demon, plunging hotly into her shuddering quim. Her entire body shook with vibrating thrills as he strongly lapped, loving the taste of her.
His tongue was like that of an aardvark, leaping into the tight, moist quim of his wife, making her tingle as if thousands of sparks were blazing through her. He sucked her trembling clit, then ran his tongue around the outer part of her labia najora. In he thrust his oral digit, letting it ream around the inner parts of Pansy's labia minora, and he knew he was getting to her by the way her tight body bounced over and over again.
Pansy was thrilled to the feel of her husband's tongue. Now she felt fulfilled and appreciated. Now she felt her husband truly loved her, and she let her body churn violently against his sucking mouth.
She came in almost no time, bathing his face in hot cunt juice, splattering his thinning hair, his eyebrows and his mustache with her womanly balm. And Art's tongue continued delving into her, lapping out the mysteries of her womanhood.
With her hands Pansy yanked Art's face from her red-fringed muff, throwing him back on the bed. Immediately she saw his solid cock stab the air, and jumping up, came down on it, letting it impale her to her innermost depths. She rode him as if he were an unbroken stallion, bouncing wildly while gripping his sides. And Art held onto her small, firm jugs, letting his thumbs massage her rich, pink nipples.
The stimulus of having rediscovered each other overpowered both of them, and this time they climaxed together. Each was in a state of total euphoric bliss. They barely had the strength to turn out the lights, cover themselves up, and go to sleep, clutching tightly to one another.
Thank heaven for Rosita, Art thought as he pressed Pansy to him, feeling the points of her nipples rub against his chest.
Marlene and Randolph
Randy Plank, totally naked, sat back against the headboard of his bed and stared at his wife. She was wearing the shorty nightgown he'd bought her, with the two holes allowing her tits to poke through. And she was strolling back and forth before him, bending this way and that, letting him admire the curve of her luscious ass and the shape of her wet, delectable cunt. It was seeping liquid in anticipation of a good hard fuck. Of that there was no doubt since Randy's cock was at full mast and ready to go. He hadn't felt this aroused in years.
As Marlene neared the bed again, he muttered, "C'mere," and tugged her to him. The Instant she fell he was on her, not bothering to remove the shorty gown. He let his hands cover both boobs, squeezing them, pulling on their nipples, letting his iron-hard dong batter against the soft entrance to her hungry pussy. It was Marlene who used her hands to guide his fat, solid, unbending cock into her, but once it was in, Randy did all the moving. He ploughed the prick straight through her tender corridor, making sure it touched all four vaginal walls. His ass was a steamdrill, powering his solid truncheon ,deep into her flaming snatch. And then, before she realized it, Marlene found herself coming with uncontrollable spasms. Her husband's rigid prong made her buck wildly as one climax after another seemed to blaze its way through her body.
And finally Randy began unleashing his sperm, letting it wash her entire interior with its burning sensations. The heat was just what Marlene needed for one more climax, and she shot oceans of colorless, steaming lubrication all over his intruding cock, glorying once more in the solid thrust of her husband's masculine appendage.
They didn't bother turning out the light. They fell asleep then and there, with Randy's still-solid cock buried to the hilt in his wife's furnacelike pussy.
Marlene, as she drifted off, whispered a silent thanks to John Pell, who had explained to her the necessity for arousing Randy. And Randy thought a thank-you to Rosita, who had given him the idea to buy the short nightie.
Lou and Maryann
Neither Lou nor Maryann Topper was aware the other had swung with one of the Pells. But each, having been stimulated by John and Rosita, looked forward to one more romp before going to sleep.
Lou had gotten into bed first, and he'd turned out the lights, intending to "rape" his wife the moment she got in. But Maryann had other ideas. When she emerged from the bathroom, totally naked, she didn't walk mincingly to the bed and meekly get in. Rather she charged the bed, tore the covers back, and leaped on her husband, clawing at him.
Taken completely by surprise, Lou Topper fell back and felt his wife fall on him with all her slight weight. Her hot pussy rubbed back and forth against his cock, and in no time it grew to its full size. Not hesitating for a moment, Maryann stuffed her husband's fat meatroll into her seething snatch and began battering her pelvis against his. She felt its solid firmness cut through her soft, tender tissues, rubbing her twat walls heavily, and still moved her ass up and down with all the speed she could muster. If she couldn't have that overpowering orgasm, at least she intended having as many little ones as possible.
Her thighs tightly gripped his legs, just as her pussy had a firm hold on his upthrust prick. She bounced hard and heavy, her lovely ass cheeks hitting his loins so hard she thought both might end up with permanent indentations.
Her first orgasm hit her the usual way, with a pleasant, albeit far-from-overpowering feeling. Her second climax was a bit heavier, and when she felt her third she knew something unusual was about to happen, because it was an intense orgasm. It was stronger than any she'd previously, known, though still not what she had always hoped for.
Lou tried slowing her down by gripping her solid bobbling boobs and squeezing, but Maryann refused to slow down. She bounced all the more wildly, her cuntwalls rubbing so hard against Lou's burning prick, it was actually scraping skin off it. Lou was unable to take the pressure and wanted to throw her off, but Maryann was persistent. She clung to him like the barnacle of a boat clung to the boat's bottom, knowing if she persisted, that which had eluded her for so long would finally come to pass. And it did.
Her overpowering orgasm finally hit her at the same moment Lou's sore cock erupted into her. It slammed into her with the force of a tidal wave, buffeting her internally, making her scream so loud she would be heard three blocks away.
When it was over, Lou Topper, for once in his life, was grateful to withdraw his beaten cock from what was now a dominating cunt. And Maryann fell beside him, truly content and fast asleep.
Len and Jewel
Len's fingers were pinching his wife's clitoris, holding it out from the skin that normally covered it. His tongue was licking lustily at it, and jewel was in the throes of one orgasm after another while sucking on her husband's dong, plunged deep into her hungering throat. They would be eating away at each other all night.
Ron and Doris
Doris hadn't thrown her body at her husband, that night. And Ron, having come to expect it, was more than a bit surprised. He hadn't been laid all day. In fact, he hadn't been laid since the previous Sunday, when he had favored Doris by letting her sit on his cock. Now she suddenly no longer seemed to want it. And neither did anyone else. Not only had Rosita turned him down earlier in the day, but he noticed none of the other women where he worked seemed quite as hot for him. Maybe he was getting old.
Hell, he thought, reaching for his wife's body. He might as well take advantage of it. He really needed a good come, and he had to admit there was no pussy better in the world than that of Doris. Maybe, just maybe, if he treated her with a bit more consideration, as Rosita had suggested, he'd end up better than anyone, because he'd still have the best cunt in town.
