Marva peeled the sweaty panties down over her smooth hips and lifted her trim ankles. Now she was nude, and the fresh breeze that caressed her lovely body felt wonderful! The deep cleft of her buttocks separated widely as she stepped under the needle sprays of the cool shower.
The nipples of her breasts tingled and retracted into little rosebuds, hard and alert. The creamy soap felt refreshing as she sponged it over her dampened pubic hair.
Andy had just pulled off his tie, and was beginning to loosen the collar of his shirt.
He hated going to so many of these dinner parties, but as vice president of a savings and loan institution in downtown Los Angeles, he was expected to.
This dinner party had been given by his boss, and there had been no way for him to get out of going, even though he had longed to stay at home that night and have some sex with his beautiful wife Marva.
As he began to remove his white shirt, he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom.
It excited him to think that his wife, Marva, was pulling off her dress and stepping into the shower at that very moment.
Marva was uncomfortable at these parties, just as he was and, as a result, she perspired a good deal. Frequently, after they returned home, she would step into the shower for purposes of relaxing and cleaning out her perspiration-laden body.
As Andy continued to undress, removing his shirt, then beginning to take off his trousers, he kept thinking about his gorgeous wife in the nude.
There was one thing that had been troubling him a good deal. Marva wasn't nearly as sensuous as he would like her to be. He had known all about her proper upbringing when he had begun dating her some four years earlier, but he had felt at that time, quite optimistically, that he could eventually bring her around to his more modern way of thinking.
Whereas Marva believed that certain sex acts were verboten and participated in only by people who were perverted, Andy, on the other hand, felt that the pleasure one received from sex could be the only reliable index for what should and should not be done.
He kept basically quiet about his views at the savings and loan institution, realizing that he was in a highly conservative business, but he had complained a good deal to Marva about her refusal to participate in acts that he basically enjoyed.
Andy removed his trousers, getting up and slipping them neatly on a hanger in the clothes closet.
He kept thinking about Marva, and hoped that someday, somehow, he could bring her around. If he could just expose her to certain acts, he felt that ultimately nature would take its course and she would recognize how foolish she had been to deprive him as well as herself of those exciting kicks.
When he was down to his underwear, rather than jumping into his pajamas, Andy lit a cigarette and stretched out in the middle of the bed. He was hoping that he could perhaps entice Marva into some sex play once she got out of the shower.
Several times he got so excited just thinking about seeing her in the nude that he considered bursting into the bathroom to look at her. He knew, however, that such an act on his part would go over like a lead balloon. If there was one thing Marva demanded, it was privacy when she was taking a shower,
One time he suggested taking a shower with her, and she promptly told him he was crazy. It bugged him to think about that, recalling how horny he had been that day, and how beautiful she had looked with the water splashing against her voluptuous breasts and her soft, white thighs.
He took several more puffs on his cigarette, then nervously crushed it in a nearby ashtray. He wasn't all that interested in smoking. It had just been something for him to do, an unsuccessful means of attempting to placate his nervous desires.
Whenever Andy became as catlike nervous as he was at that moment, it could mean only one thing. He needed a bit of loving, and he needed it fast.
He looked down at his shorts, observing the outline of his erection showing to best advantage against them. It was hard and ready for action, and now it was just a question of whether he could entice Marva into participating in that hot action with him.
Now he heard only silence in the bathroom. Apparently Marva had shut off the shower and was toweling her beautiful body dry.
Andy sat up on the edge of the bed, awaiting her entrance into the bedroom. That penis of his became all the more hungry for hot sex.
She walked slowly toward the bathroom door after throwing her burgundy robe over her shoulders. The moment she opened the door and Andy got a look at her, his penis froze stiff. He wanted her, and he wanted her right then and there.
As she walked nonchalantly toward him, he observed the outline of her legs beneath her robe. He knew that she had on nothing beneath, aside from her panties and bra, and he longed to get a look at her.
"Come over here, honey," he motioned her toward him.
"That's a strange look in your eyes, Andy." she said.
I'd just like a little fun before we go to bed."
"Isn't that being perfectly ridiculous? After all, you've got to get up pretty early in the morning. Remember, my dear, this was a midweek dinner party. You have to go to work tomorrow."
"Sometimes you can be so damned conservative you make me want to throw up." Andy shook his head with disgust.
"Is that any way to talk?" Marva put her hands on her hips and frowned.
Andy took a good look at her before saying anything. At twenty-eight she was just about as perfectly proportioned a woman as he could hope to find. He was grateful to be married to her, and she always proved to be a conspicuous showpiece whenever he took her out. She made a favorable impression on his boss and business associates, and he recognized her as a great asset socially.
He only wished that he could get a little more sex out of her. He longed to make her less inhibited, to impart to her the same kind of devil-may-care philosophy that he adhered to.
As he sat there watching her, he observed her sparkling brown hair, which fell all the way to her shoulders. He longed to run his fingers through it, to caress her, to kiss her radiant ruby-red lips.
"I'm sorry if I sounded cross," he said apologetically. "It's just that I wish you were a little more responsive sometimes."
"I try and perform my wifely duties."
"You see, that's the kind of bullshit I don't like." He shook his head. "You say, 'perform wifely duties.' I think that every now and then you ought to call it what it is. It's just two hungry animals wanting to ball. And the more they love each other, the hungrier they get."
"I don't believe in reducing sex to such a barbaric level."
"Hell, it's the most barbaric act known to man. And also the most beautiful."
"What makes you say it's barbaric? I suppose it's less barbaric than killing people."
"No, I mean it's barbaric in the sense that anybody and everybody in either the animal or human kingdom does it. That's all I mean. And I mean if there's anything barbaric, it's people losing themselves in their emotions. But it's really a beautiful form of barbarism. I like it."
"I don't see things that same way."
"Okay, so we can have a disagreement on that point. It's just a philosophical difference. But we can't disagree, baby, when it comes to something as basic as getting under these sheets at the same time. I need it, honey. Just look at the size of my cock. Just come on over here and take that robe off."
"It would really mean that much to you if we did it tonight?" she asked.
"It sure would."
She walked toward him. She looked into his sparkling brown eyes. She had an intelligent look about her, as well as a sensuous one. She was licking her lips ever so slightly and Andy knew that he had to kiss her.
He jumped up quickly from the bed, throwing his arms around her and allowing them to lock eagerly around her body.
Andy leaned his lips forward and let them press with great conviction against hers. As lips crushed against lips, he reached out with his right hand and authoritatively ran it through her hair. He loved touching her sparkling hair, and coming into contact with her lips was enough to press that cock of his out to the fullest possible extent.
The sex hunger was overwhelming him, and he knew he had to go all the way. He had to have this beautiful woman, dominate her, make her his very own.
He released his lips from hers and reached out and undid the sash which held together her robe.
He pulled her robe down, after which she let her arms hang free. He finished the job of removing the robe, walking over and placing it on a hook in her clothes closet.
Andy walked back toward her, and as he saw the beautiful white of her ivory skin shimmering under the bedroom lights, he was overwhelmed with passionate fury. His heart began to pound, and desire was rapidly overcoming him.
He reached out and let his finger run down her back. He liked the way Marva was firmly put together. As he observed the sparkling white bra and panties, he looked forward to once more undressing this beautiful hunk of woman he was married to.
Andy was enormously proud of Marva's measurements. She was proportioned beautifully on a five-foot, eight-inch frame with 38-22-36 measurements.
His fiery penis was thrust out at full length, and Andy recognized that it was time for him to take possession of this gorgeous woman and guide her into bed with him.
Once more his arms encircled her body. As he touched her skin, chills of ecstasy ran through him. That happened every time he badly needed sex, and right then he was as horny as he could ever be. It had been quite a few days since gorgeous Marva had granted him access to her body and now he was hungrily looking forward to the prospects of entering her and making her his own.
He eased her beautiful frame into bed, collapsing in the middle of it with her.
This time he reached behind her, tugging impatiently at her bra straps. He just had to get that bra off, to see the gorgeous sight of her breasts.
Soon he succeeded in undoing the straps, letting the bra drop downward toward the bed. Now his eyes were fastened on her voluptuous glistening white cleavage, and he reached down, eagerly massaging her ripe melons and nipples with his fingertips.
"Oh, what a set of boobs," he said softly. "I love to touch them, squeeze them. Do you like it when I squeeze your tits?"
"Yes, it feels so good."
"Are my fingers nice and warm, honey?"
"Oh yes," she whispered. "Keep it up."
Now that he had the go-ahead sign, And3~ went to work with greater eagerness, working his fingers with stirring conviction over her nipples. He worked quickly, but not so fast that he lost control of the pace. Things had to be done at the right tempo, he knew, and Marva was the type of woman who had to be eased into sex gradually.
He wanted to attack her, to immediately plunge that penis of his inside her mound, but his better judgment dictated against this bold course of action. Instead, he would treat her gently through the preliminaries, then get down to the basic business at hand, that of providing his huge prick with the kind of release it needed.
His fingers continued working around her nipples for several long seconds, after which he dramatically withdrew his hands and worked his fingers down her body.
He let his fingers squeeze and clutch at her stomach, after which he touched her navel for several seconds.
"You've really got a cute navel," he told her. "Oh, baby, just wait until I get inside you."
She lay there expectantly, recognizing that her husband would shortly be removing her panties. After that he would be quickly transformed into a panting, aroused mass of sensuality.
Chapter Two
Andy was inserting his nimble fingers under Marva's panties.
As he slid his fingers along the silky underthings, he became all the more desirous of shedding them. Once he removed them, he knew that he would have access to that gorgeous cunt, the one that belonged to the girl he loved.
He reached out and grabbed the elastic which held her panties together. He realized that he was just a couple of swift tugs from the full, luscious view.
He began to suddenly slide them down her legs, and as he did so the silk came into contact with her creamy white legs and his cock became more restless than ever. He knew that he had to get that hot gun of his off, and the sooner the better as far as his nervous disposition was concerned.
He was just too damned horny for his own good, he thought. He needed it as badly at that particular moment as he had ever needed it in his life.
Andy had finished sliding her panties all the way down to her, ankles. As he did so, he looked over and observed the glistening brown pussy hairs. He wanted to maneuver those fingers of his against the tufts of hair, then let his tongue go to work on her pink mound.
The whole idea appeared more inspiring to him by the moment and as his heart began to palpitate with ever-intensifying frequency, he finished pulling off her panties.
As the panties hit the floor, he recognized that he now had gorgeous Marva just where he wanted her -- naked and vulnerable.
Andy Mitchell looked down between his wife's legs. He reached out and grabbed her ankles, pulling them as he parted her legs. That gave him a better shot at her gorgeous mound.
He allowed his head to drop down with one swift movement. He puckered up his lips, letting them come into contact with her furry vagina.
As he kissed her pussy the first time, her body quivered ever so slightly. He knew that gradually he was getting her right where he wanted her.
Now Andy removed his lips from her mound.
"You want me to go down on you, honey?" he smiled.
"Oh yes, that's great. Yes!" Marva sighed.
"For a girl who wasn't enthusiastic about getting involved, you're certainly changing your mind."
"But I didn't want you to overextend yourself. You have to get up in the morning."
"To hell with that," he laughed. "Let's live for the moment, baby. Life is so short, and when I've got a cunt like yours to screw, I'm not going to let any grass grow under my feet."
"You do talk crudely." She shook her head.
"Oh no. I just believe in being sexy, whether it's in action or speech."
Once more he leaned forward, kissing her pussy lips fervently one more time. On this occasion, her body rocked even more noticeably than before.
Yes, Andy thought, maybe it was time to get her involved; generally, when he did succeed in breaking down her resistance, he could make her enjoy he But there was one thing that he didn't like. There were still acts she would not perform, and he was going to do his level best to see if she would break down her stubborn wall of resistance that evening.
He kissed her snatch several times in rapid succession, then, decided that he would put his fingertips to work against her pussy.
"You're really starting to feel it now." He laughed, observing her quivering body.
"Mmmm ... I'm getting all excited now."
"You feel warm all over?"
"Yes, I do. Oooh -- don't stop. ..."
"Good, because you're going to feel one helluva lot warmer when I let that tongue of mine go to work on your mound."
He reached toward her snatch with his right hand. He let his fingertips go to work on her brown pussy hairs. He knew that by tickling those pubic hairs of hers, he would succeed in getting his wife that much more excited. By the time he was through, he would have her practically begging him to go down between her thighs and eat her. He was looking forward to those delicious droplets of pussy juice that would soon be emanating from her mound, oozing into his waiting mouth.
So now, after toying with her pubic hairs for several seconds, Andy began to work his fingers against her hot love slit.
He could tell that the temperatures were rising within her, just as they were within himself.
Back and forth he continued to manipulate his fingers fervently, and as he did so, his heart began to pound with relentless zeal. He just had to get her as hot as possible, after which he would slide his tongue down against her slit, letting it go to work with total abandon.
That was the only way Andy liked to fuck, with total abandon, throwing caution to the winds. On that score he often received disapproval from his wife, something that he disliked. But nothing was going to change him. When he got hot enough, he felt there was nothing more to it but being an animal, and he was very apt to be one.
"Oh, now you're starting to get a little gooey down there," he laughed. "I love touching that pussy goo."
"Oh, you're really moving your fingers," she exclaimed, her legs quivering as his fingers earnestly went to work on her pussy.
"Yes, once those fingers of mine get rolling, there's no stopping me," Andy laughed.
The old confidence was returning as he saw just what he could accomplish with those hot fingers of his. He continued to manipulate them around her flaming box, and the longer he did so, the more hungry she became to receive those torrid sensations that his tongue was ready, willing, and able to supply.
"Oh, go down on me, honey," Marva finally exclaimed. "I need that tongue action. You can always get a girl so hot, but then she needs action. Right now I'm starving for it, baby."
He smiled and nodded, then removed his fingers from her nest.
Andy was sinking that tongue of his quickly downward toward her mound, picking up her female scent. It was a familiar scent. ... He was letting his tongue slide around her steaming twit, working it quickly. He recognized just how hot she was, and he knew full well how badly he needed an orgasm from her. He wanted to taste her cunt juices, and there was no time like the present to succeed in getting her to climax.
Back and forth Andy was flipping his tongue over every crevice of her nest, and as he did so, he worked his fingers with great diligence up and down her legs.
He began by clamping his fingers around her ankles, grasping them firmly, then working his fingers all the way up to her thighs. He would then manipulate his fingers upward from her thighs, moving them all the way to her navel.
Determinedly, Andy continued his systematic activity, and as he did so, his tongue was working more rapidly than ever around Marva's hot box.
Her snatch was itching, and she knew that it wouldn't be that much longer before she would shoot. It made her feel a little funny when he demanded sex that hungrily. Marva thought that sex was an emotion that had to be kept under control, and she felt that Andy very often lost that needed control.
Andy released his tongue from his wife's mound. He then let his teeth go to work on her clitoris. Andy recognized just how important such activity could be to her. She enjoyed receiving those spirited strokes, the hot nibbling, and he knew that with only a little bit of it she would soon be ready for him to return to his hot sucking.
"Oh, that feels so good," she exclaimed loudly. "I love what your tongue is doing, darling. Oh, is it ever working. That feels so good, baby. I just love it. I love what you're doing to me."
Andy nibbled for several long seconds, after which he withdrew his teeth and began to maneuver his tongue around her now flaming sex box.
Back and forth he was circulating his tongue, and as he dramatically stepped up the pace, Marva's asscheeks began to wiggle nervously in accompaniment to his fervent moves.
As he kept up those fluid movements, Andy realized he was that much closer to receiving her juices. How he wanted to eat her, he thought, and with that cute butt of hers flipping back and forth, he was provided with that much more incentive to finish the job properly.
He was reducing himself to a seething, hungry animal in search of some delicious sensations.
As his tongue sped out of control, moving sweepingly over her hot snatch, Andy decided to remove his fingers from her thighs.
Andy moved them around to her buttocks, pinching her hot firm asscheeks.
As he sucked with every ounce of conviction in him, Andy released his right hand from her hole.
Now his finger was digging deeply into her asshole, and as it did so, he continued working his tongue blazingly inside her burning nest.
"Oh, honey; I'm so excited," she exclaimed. Andy knew that Marva was not the type of woman to say much during the act of sex, and the fact that she was admitting to excitement was quite a recommendation as far as his cunt-sucking efforts were concerned.
He continued to stab and dart that flaming tongue of his, moving her ever closer to climax.
When he began to push his finger ever deeper inside her asshole, her whole body twisted and turned more rhythmically and rapidly than ever before.
He was stabbing that cunt of hers earnestly, working with speedy diligence, letting his tongue continue to come into blazing contact with her hot vagina.
Marva was bouncing up and down on the bed, earnestly awaiting the climax that would be following shortly. Her whole body was in a state of tremendous excitement, and she felt increasing waves of heat focusing down there between her legs. Her cunt was on fire, and soon those fires would be manifesting themselves in the form of an orgasm.
He plunged his finger as deeply inside her asshole as it would go. He was driving it fervently into her rectum, and as he did so, he stepped up the pace of his sucking, working at an intense level, putting everything he had into every frenzied movement.
"Oh, baby, this is too much," she sighed softly.
Several blazing strokes later, droplets of cunt juice began to shoot out of the end of her mound.
Her whole body was quivering, and she let out one long sigh as the orgasmic liquids began to ooze into his mouth.
He was feeling a certain degree of contentment as he tasted the desserts of his efforts. But after that contentment left, he knew that he would be more concerned than ever about getting that hot cock of his off.
Andy released his tongue from her mound, after digesting the last few drops of her juice. Andy looked down at his huge cock, then decided that he knew just what he wanted in the way of cock agitation.
He slipped his body forward, hunching it over her. Now that cock was lined up just above her huge breasts.
"I'm going to breast-fuck you," he winked.
"Oh, that's so crazy!"
"What do you mean it's crazy? You didn't think it was crazy when I went down on your box, did you?"
"Oh, that's a little more conventional. This is so insane."
"It gives me kicks, honey."
He let the cock drop down toward her left breast. He worked the flaming rod back and forth against her firm tit, enjoying the sensations he experienced from the friction provided by her breast.
Up and down he continued maneuvering his prick, and as he systematically did so, he rotated those asscheeks of his. Andy was coming alive with passion in a way that he hadn't before. The only area of activity that had become that immersed with passion previously was his tongue. He had put off exercising his cock for the appropriate moment, and now that moment had arrived, he was all set to make the most of it.
He kept on sliding his dick up and down against her breast, and as he did so, the white heat continued to generate throughout his body.
Andy was a seething mass of male anxiety, as that cock manipulated itself against her breast.
After he exercised that swollen tool of his for several long minutes on her breast, he switched his peter over to the other breast, repeating those same movements.
He found that he was moving that dick even more quickly than before, and the more sweepingly he applied it, the better it felt.
CHAPTER THREE
The longer Andy kept that steaming penis working on Marva's breasts, the more eager he became to have some even more vigorous activity.
He released his cock from her right breast. He looked down at her and smiled. Now it was time for him to assert himself as a husband.
"Honey, I'd like for you to go down on my cock," he said softly, running his fingers over her forehead.
"Oh no, not that," she turned her head away from him with embarrassment.
"What the hell is wrong with a good head job?" he asked impatiently.
"Please don't talk to me that way, dear. I've been very nice to you. I consented to have sex with you tonight when I felt it was in your best interest not to."
"Oh gee, that was really some concession," he barked sarcastically, "considering the fact that I went down on that cunt of yours. Didn't you like the snatch-sucking?"
"I wish you wouldn't be so crude when you talk about sex."
"Okay, so did you like the cunnilingus? Does that sound better? I'll use technical terms if that's what you would like."
"Please, I don't like your sarcasm."
"I can't seem to win no matter how I say it," he sighed exasperatedly. "Listen, honey, just what would be wrong with your massaging that cock of mine with your tongue? You didn't think that I was performing anything vile when I sucked your snatch. So why the hell do you have compunctions against going down on me?"
"It's just a dirty way of having sex. When I think of slipping that tongue of mine over that cock of yours, the whole thing just gives me the creeps."
"Oh gee, that really impresses me. Here I have this nice hard cock and it gives you the creeps to even think about going down on it. Boy, I sure like that."
"I don't mean it as an insult."
"I don't know how else I can take it."
"I'm sorry if it's affecting you that way."
"I'm pissed off about the whole thing."
"I wish you wouldn't use that crude language."
"Oh, hell, stop acting like such a fucking saint. I like the idea of letting myself go at home. Do you mind?"
"I don't like your crude tone of voice."
"Well, you don't make me very happy when you act this way. I want you, baby, I really do. I want you to suck this prick of mine."
"Why is that so important?"
"Because that damned organ of mine gets swollen, and what it really likes occasionally is a woman's nice tongue working against it."
"I told you when I married you that I wasn't perverted."
"That's a real rich one," he laughed sarcastically. "A guy is a pervert if he wants his cock sucked. Oh, come on, you're living in the Middle Ages."
"Please, let's not go into that anymore. I'm getting a headache. Now let me go to sleep if you don't want to respect my wishes."
"Hell, I've got a hard-on that won't quit and you talk about going to sleep. I want to fuck you, baby."
"Then please don't suggest fellatio. I just don't want to do it. I've never done it before, and I don't want to start now."
"Okay, okay." Andy shook his head disgustedly, getting ready to give up one more time. "Would it be too much of an imposition on you to spread your legs so I can slip my cock into your pussy?"
"Of course not. Why are you being so sarcastic?"
"Well, I don't know. You act like everything we do is a sin. Gee, if it's all that bad, I can't imagine why you ever gave up your virginity."
"You really do have a snide way of acting."
"It's just that I get pissed off when I see you acting holier-than-thou. Hell, you've been fucked. So what the hell difference does it make whether I'm sticking my dick into your snatch or your mouth?"
"That other way is so off-beat. I'm sorry, honey, but 1 just can't take it."
"Well thank goodness for small blessings, since I'm still able to fuck your cunt."
Andy was so angered that, for the time being, he was out of the mood for having sex.
He looked down at his penis, realizing that it had sustained some shrinkage since he inititated his argument with lovely Marva.
Andy hated like hell to argue with Marva, but sometimes he longed to have a woman's hot tongue making its way up and down his lengthy pole. He wanted a blow job so bad he could taste it, and he didn't want it from just anyone, he wanted it from beautiful Marva, and it burned him no end to think that she would not comply with his wishes, particularly since he had done such a beautiful job of going down on her.
He recognized, at least for the time being, that he would not be able to convert her and with that thought in mind, he did his best to settle back down to normal. He had to get his cock back up there again, at full length, and he would accomplish that only by forgetting about the differences between them and getting himself hot all over again.
He figured that if he went to work with his tongue on her tits, that would be one inspiring way of getting his cock back up.
Andy leaned forward and let his tongue slide over her left breast. As he did so, he reached inside his wife's asshole with his left index finger.
With great skill and dexterity, he consistently probed her asshole until her body began to twist in corkscrew fashion.
He liked it when her asscheeks were in swift motion, and now that they were, he moved his finger more vigorously than ever high inside her anus.
Back and forth he was stabbing, and as he did so, he kept on working that tongue of his feverishly against her breast.
Spiritedly the hot tongue maneuvered, and as it did so, he kept on pumping systematically with that finger of his.
He was working his finger back and forth, and he could tell from the way her body was swaying that Marva was now back in the mood.
From the manner in which his cock was once more beginning to inflate with heated passion, Andy also realized that he was set to go to work.
Andy needed that action, he needed it badly, and as he removed his fingers from her breast, he kept on working his finger ever higher inside her asshole.
As the finger activity continued inside her anus, he plunged his burning tool forward, allowing it to enter inside her mound.
Andy fucked Marva in the conventional position, looking at that beautiful face of hers as he thrust his hot dick inside her.
He entered her with one swift, forward movement, and as he continued to plunge that burning tool around inside her box, her whole body began to twist and turn with every movement.
He liked one thing about Marva. When it came to sex rhythm, she had an instinctive flair for it. Every time that he would pump his inflated penis forward, she would twist those asscheeks of hers in instinctive response.
Now he was blasting away, pushing and pumping his hot dick diligently inside her burning mound. As he continued to plunge his cock in her he enjoyed every burning movement. That hot peter of his was colliding with her pussy, and the stokes were rapid-fire, the kind that he loved to put forward.
His movements were brilliant, and with great anxiety Andy kept up that spirited tempo. He was driving his cock forward, making steady fervent impact with her mound.
"Oh, you're really in me now," Marva sighed. "I like the stabbing impact, baby. You're good at it. Oh, you know just how to get me excited."
He recognized that the extra impetus he was supplying by thrusting his finger vigorously inside her asshole was causing her to react that much more excitedly.
Andy was twisting his cock as he entered Marva ever more deeply. He would let his body rhythmically jerk, just to provide her with a little something different in the way of hot sensations.
As he plunged his prick ever deeper inside her, he recognized that Marva was as tight and as beautiful a fuck as he could ever hope for.
If only, he thought, he could cause her to take leave of her sexual inhibitions. He wanted badly to get her as excited about sex as he was, to cause her to forget about those phoney hangups that she so rigorously adhered to.
For the time being, though, all those thoughts were being shoved to the back of his mind. As Andy moved that much closer to orgasm, driving that hot prick of his forward with great vigor, he recognized that his only goal was to spill his juices inside her mound.
As he moved that much closer to the big moment, he suddenly released his finger from her asshole. It was becoming too much of a distraction for him to concentrate with equal force on both her pussy and her anus.
So now he was concentrating exclusively on that burning snatch, and the longer he moved his cock vigorously inside her slit, the greater the feeling of frenzy that circulated throughout his entire body.
He worked his tongue forward, permitting it to maneuver inside her mouth. As she observed his tongue moving toward her lips, Marva gratefully opened her mouth, allowing him to enter.
Now their tongues were dueling in swift movements. As he was twisting his tongue against hers, Andy kept on driving his tool with great earnestness inside her mound.
Andy was plunging his cock in there to the greatest depth of his ability, driving it frenziedly inside her blazing mound.
Back and forth he was circulating that hot prod, moving that much closer to a burning climax. ...
His cock was on fire, set to explode its juices. And those balls of his were bulging to the fullest extent, all set to be unleashed in a spirited orgasmic act of triumph.
The great effort continued, and now Andy was beginning to realize that his wife was also moving toward climax.
When you've fucked a person's cunt as many times as Andy had Marva's, you get intimately acquainted with that person to the point where you can practically tell the interval at which they are about to explode.
Such was the case with Andy at that particular point in time. He realized just how close that beautiful woman was to exploding, and now it was just a question of which one of them would shoot first.
If there was one thing that Andy wanted, to ensure a beautiful climax to the act, it was for them to explode at the identical moment of spontaneous passion.
So, with that objective in mind, he released his tongue from her mouth and exclaimed:
"Let's do it on target, baby."
"I'll certainly try."
"Oh, you're very close, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes."
"How close?"
"Very close."
"How close is that?"
"Oh, just a few seconds. How about you?"
"Oh, same thing."
"Oh, now I can feel the itch," she sighed. "Kiss me, baby. Let me feel that hot tongue of yours inside my mouth once more. I'm going to shoot, baby. Oh, I'm going to shoot. I want that tongue of yours."
He leaned his head forward, allowing his hot, red tongue to circulate inside her mouth.
The blistering tongue antics drove them both into one last frenzied whirlpool of sensation. Their bodies were both trembling with fervent anxiety as Marva began to come.
As the pussy juices sloshed from Marva, Andy felt those first few white droplets of cum escaping from his blazing tool.
Now his hot, inflated pecker was reaching its ultimate pinnacle of sensation. The juices were flowing and all the while he continued to let his tongue eagerly stab against hers.
As their tongues locked in jet-propelled sensation, both of them twisted and turned on the huge bed as they orgasmed.
It was a mutual climax, just the thing that Andy wanted. If he couldn't have everything his way right down the line, he at least would have the satisfaction of knowing that they had orgasmed at the very same moment.
It was a delicious sensation that he experienced as the last few drops of the hot white juice spilled out of his organ and into her wet, waiting mound.
He liked feeling the wetness within her, and as he felt the pussy goo against his searing cock, it gave him a tremendous feeling of accomplishment.
Andy felt that through his efforts, through the act of blistering cunt-fucking, he had succeeded in getting her so aroused that she was tuned in to what he was doing. So tuned in, in fact, that they were able to experience a spontaneous climax.
He released his tool from her mound, throwing himself next to her.
He was panting now, feeling a measure of accomplishment over what had transpired. "Now, was that so bad?" Marva asked him after a few moments of silence.
"It's never bad with you, baby, it's just that I'd like a little variety. You know, like some sixty-nining or something."
"You mean doing each other?" she said with disdain.
"Yeah, I'd like to suck your ass while you're sucking mine. And I'd like to go down on your cunt while you're licking my cock. That would be beautiful."
"I happen to think what we just did was beautiful."
"Okay, I agree with that," he said wearily. "But it would be good to instill a little variety in the act once in a while."
"I guess you can turn off the light now, baby," she said softly, leaning over and kissing his cheek.
"Okay," he replied with a nod.
As Andy reached up to turn off the light, he couldn't help but feel disgusted over the fact that Marva had changed the subject.
That was generally the case whenever he wanted to talk about adding some sex acts to their bedroom repertoire.
CHAPTER FOUR
Three days after Andy's bedroom interlude with Marva the gorgeous young housewife was doing a little tidying-up around the living room.
It was late morning, and her housecleaning efforts came to an abrupt halt as the telephone rang.
Marva picked up the phone.
"Hello, honey,"
She recognized Andy's voice on the other end of the line. "Good morning, Andy."
"How's it going?"
"Oh, just doing a little housecleaning."
"That's my beautiful girl. Listen, I want you to go shopping and buy some good steaks tonight. Get some nice vin rose, too. We've got guests coming over."
"Who's coming?"
"You know Tracy Judd, my new secretary, don't you?"
"We've met," Marva said, letting a little sarcasm show in her voice. "She's the girl who wears her skirts up to her waist."
"Now, now, she's a very nice girl. Don't talk that way about her."
"She struck me as being a little on the cheap side," Marva kept up the sarcasm.
"I wouldn't have hired her as my secretary if she were cheap," Andy snapped. "Now get off that kick, Marva. There's no basis for any jealousy. Sure she's a beautiful girl, but so are you. So just cool it, will you?"
"Okay, so she's coming to dinner. I'm real impressed. Bringing your secretary home right in front of me."
"Hold on now," Andy continued. "She's coming with her husband. In case you weren't aware, she's married."
"So are you, but I'm still wondering about the two of you."
"Let's not go into that goddamn routine again," Andy said indignantly. "I've told you there's nothing between us, and I wish to hell you'd believe me. Besides, if there was, would it make any sense for me to invite both her and her husband over at the same time?"
"I have no idea, my dear."
"The girl has been doing a very good job as my secretary."
"I'll bet."
"Will you knock this off?" Andy said impatiently. "In my line of business we've got to do a lot of entertaining."
"This strikes me as a bit of unnecessary entertaining."
"I knew you'd say that. I want morale to be maintained in my office. This girl works for me; she's done a good job. Whether you believe it or not, she's a competent secretary."
"Then why does she have to dress like a stripper?"
"There you go again with your medieval morality. Believe it or not, honey, most women are dressed that way these days."
"Sure, and a lot of them are walking the streets and twisting their fannies while they're doing it."
"That's a dirty insinuation. I sure wouldn't let any girl like that work for me. A number of the girls at the office wear minis. Or haven't you noticed?"
"I noticed that Tracy did, and that's all I can say."
"Sure. You know why? Because for one thing she happens to be my secretary, and for another she happens to have a beautiful body. That's why you noticed her. Because she stood out and has a job working right under me. Now get off the jealousy kick, baby. I'm getting damned sick and tired of it.
"I'm getting damned sick of you handing me ultimatums."
"It's no damned ultimatum. I'm simply telling you that the girl works for me and I'm not going to fire her just because you don't like her looks or the way she wears her clothes."
"Okay, this whole argument is giving me a headache," Marva sighed wearily. "I'd just as soon bug out now."
"Just remember, dear, run to the store and get some steaks and wine. Everything should be fine. I'll be home around six and Tracy and her husband will be arriving at seven. By the way, his name's Ken."
"I hope he's a little more restrained than she is."
"What's wrong with her personality now?"
"Oh, she seems too aggressive."
"That's how you interpret it. I just interpret it as friendliness. She tries to be nice to people, and I encourage it. After all, I do have to meet the public, and it's always nice to have a beautiful, wholesome young girl introducing me."
"Okay, have it your way. I'll have dinner ready."
"Thank you," Andy, said, hanging up abruptly.
Marva shook her head with disgust as she put the phone back down on the cradle.
There was one thing that turned her stomach, and it was the prospect of fixing a steak for Tracy Judd.
She had suspected, ever since her husband had hired Tracy, that there was something between them. She regarded Tracy as a cheap girl, and felt that the secretary no doubt was throwing herself at her husband, who, in her estimation, would be more than receptive to the proposition.
In spite of how she felt, however, Marva promptly finished her housework, then drove to the supermarket.
On the way, she couldn't help but think about Tracy. Perhaps she was being ridiculous in her assumption that there was something between the young girl and Andy. After all, she thought, she did have a vested interest to protect. Her husband, at thirty-five, was the youngest vice-president at the savings and loan institution where he worked. And just recently they had moved into a beautiful hilltop home in Pacific Palisades, which overlooked the Pacific Ocean.
Marva began to think about what Andy had said, that she was exhibiting irrational jealousy toward Tracy. Perhaps, she thought, he was right. Anyway, she decided to give Tracy the benefit of the doubt. She would treat both Tracy and her husband Ken with the utmost courtesy.
That evening when Tracy and Ken Judd arrived, Marva couldn't help but feel resentment when she observed that Tracy was wearing a passionate purple miniskirt and white boots.
She told herself what she had resolved in her mind that afternoon, namely, to do her best to be kind to Tracy. Perhaps Andy was right, she kept telling herself. Maybe it was just a case of the poor girl being a victim of her times. Marva thought she looked exceptionally cheap, showing those gorgeous legs of hers and all, but who was she to decide?
Tracy's husband, Ken, was an interesting young man in his early thirties who sported a moustache. He had an alert, intelligent expression in his dark eyes, and she liked his wiry intensity. Perhaps the vibrations would be better from Ken, she couldn't help but think.
The couple sat on the living room sofa, and immediately Marva offered them pre-dinner drinks.
"Just make yourselves at home, folks." Andy settled into his easy chair and smiled. "You are our guests and the red carpet treatment is yours."
"Thank you. We like informality," Ken said. "When we do go out, we don't like anything stuffy."
"Same goes here," Andy nodded, obviously pleased at Ken's remark. "If there's one thing I hate, it's those damned stuffed-shirt affairs that Marva and I have to drag ourselves to. You know, this crap that we have to go through to please clients. It gives me a pain in the ass, if you don't mind me cutting loose with some crude language. "
"I don't mind it one goddamn bit," Ken laughed.
"Good. I can see I'm among friends," Andy smiled.
Marva didn't like the way her husband was fitting in with Ken and Tracy. Even though her initial impression of Ken had been favorable, now that she was hearing him cut loose conversationally, Marva was getting turned off.
She fixed their drinks, and as she did so she began feeling resentment. She saw that attentive little gleam in Andy's eyes when he first glanced at Tracy that evening. It couldn't help but cause Marva to reevaluate her thinking. Maybe she had been correct initially in determining that there was something between her husband and Tracy. At any rate, he certainly appeared eager to make both Tracy and her husband feel at home.
Marva walked into the living room, carrying a trayful of drinks. Everyone had ordered scotch and water, making serving them much easier for Marva.
"Oh, thank you." Tracy smiled, picking up a glass from the tray.
Marva perched uncomfortably in a chair not far from where Andy was sitting.
"Did I tell you, honey, what Ken does for a living?" Andy turned towards Marva.
"No, you didn't."
"He's an assistant philosophy professor at Stone Junior College."
"How interesting."
"Some of it is." Ken shrugged. "And, then again, some of it is a pain in the ass."
"What do you mean by that?" Marva asked. "Oh, you know how it goes. It means having to subject myself to regimentation. There are certain pilosophers you have to study, and there are certain subjects you have to go into. It all fits into a tiny nutshell. It's really depressing."
"But doesn't all of life really fit into some kind of nutshell?" Andy asked.
"Sure, that's right," Ken nodded. "Life is a bunch of bullshit, isn't it?"
"Is that the best summation of life you can give?" Marva asked in surprise.
"Oh no, it isn't necessarily a definitive summation. It's just a statement of the way things are. Like all the hypocrisy in the world."
"Yeah, there sure is a lot of that," Andy nodded. "Where would you like to start?"
"Like sex. That's a good way to start. I'll tell you one thing. I'm glad to be in the environment of the college atmosphere."
"I sure wouldn't like to be there," Marva said. "I keep hearing about all this pot smoking, and sex orgies. It's utterly disgusting. I hear so much about it on television and read so much about it in the papers. It revolts me."
"I hate to have to admit this," Ken laughed, taking a sip from his drink, "but I kind of fall into that category. There are a lot of cute chicks at school, and occasionally I'll ball one of them. On top of that, there's nothing that gets me more in the mood for sex than smoking a joint. Quite a few times when Tracy and I are getting set for a hot session, we get in the mood by smoking. Isn't that right, honey?"
"Sure. There's nothing like a little grass to get somebody in the mood." Tracy smiled daintily. "That's beautiful." Andy threw his head back and laughed. "I mean, I've never quite had the guts to light up a stick of grass, but I'll tell you one damned thing. I admire you people."
"I must say that I don't," Marva said edgily. "Marijuana is a terrible thing. And you mean to tell me that your wife actually puts up with you having sex with other women?"
"Of course. It's a perfectly natural reaction," Tracy shrugged. ."After all, he's a vigorous young man, and I don't believe in this monogamy concept at all."
"Then why did you get married?" Marva pressed.
"Oh, because I'd rather ball with Ken than anybody else. I'd rather live with him too, then I would with anybody else. But that doesn't mean that I confine him."
"You think it would be terribly confining if he could only have sex with you?" Marva asked.
"I sure do." Tracy nodded. "Besides, when he has a few other adventures, I find that he's that much more passionate around me. There's no substitute for experience."
"You people are absolutely beautiful!"
Now Marva looked over at Andy and frowned. She hated the way he was reacting to the situation. Not only that, but now her mind was churning. If Tracy would willingly condone her husband having sex with women, then it only stood to reason that Ken, in turn, would be tolerant of her having sex with other men. And that meant, more than likely, her husband Andy.
"I take it that you also have extramartial adventures, Tracy," Marva said, not even attempting to hide the sarcasm.
"Don't pry into her affairs," Andy reprimanded his wife.
"But she's been so open about everything," Marva said.
"Of course I have," Tracy smiled sweetly. "My life's an open book. Ken and I don't believe in hypocrisy. I'll answer that question. I'll be perfectly glad to. Yes, I do a little balling. Generally it's in swapping sessions."
"Oh, so you people swap," Marva said sarcastically.
"Of course," Tracy answered nonchalantly. "But I know what you're thinking about. You're wondering whether I've balled your husband. No, as a matter of fact, we haven't, but I'll be perfectly frank with you. If I had the chance, I probably would. But I respect his wishes. He hasn't wanted to mix business with pleasure. And he feels that you're a pretty sweet gal. So I haven't even attempted to make a pass at him."
"Are you satisfied now, baby?" Andy grinned at his wife's discomfort.
"Maybe we'd better have dinner now," Marva said, getting up from the chair.
As they finished the last course of the meal, Ken began expounding more about the hypocrisy of society.
"If there was one thing I'd do if I were President, it would be to outlaw clothes," Ken chuckled. "Hell, animals don't wear them."
"I never stopped to think about that," Andy said. "I guess you're right."
"Of course. You know why sex orgies are dirty? Just because people think of them as dirty. I think it's disgraceful to think of sex as dirty. I consider my cock to be wholesome. I think it's a nice cock, and any gal that gets it stuck in her is damned lucky."
Now Marva was practically choking on her food. She was thoroughly disgusted with the way this mod young couple was talking.
She was bristling with anger, and was seriously contemplating throwing her plate in Ken's face.
CHAPTER FIVE
Andy was settling into the spirit of the discussion, and Marva was getting incensed.
Following dinner, however, as they sipped their wine, Marva became so tense and confused over what was happening that she began drinking more heavily than she normally did.
As for Andy, he was drinking at the same heavy rate that Ken and Tracy were.
"So, Andy, my philosophy in life is to just have a ball. And I mean that both literally and figuratively."
Andy threw his head back and laughed.
"I just wish I could get Marva to go along with that," he said.
"Maybe you can, in time." Ken looked over at Marva and winked.
"Don't count on it," Marva told Andy sarcastically.
"That woman of yours has quite a bit of spirit," Ken said. "You take a little of that puritan out of her, and she'll really be a swinger."
"You know, that's one thing that pisses me off, and pisses me off one helluva lot," Andy said.
"What's that?" Tracy inquired curiously.
"Oh, the thing that burns me up is that I can't get Marva to do certain sex acts with me."
"Like what?" Ken asked.
"Let's not go into that," Marva erupted bitterly.
"No, let's lay everything on the table," Ken said. "That's what the laws of psychology say. Tell it all, honey. Let it all hang out."
"I'll go along with that," Andy nodded. "Oh, I can't get her to go down on me. Can you imagine that? When I get nice and hard, I've got an absolutely beautiful cock, but this stubborn dame of mine won't go down on it."
"Oh, it's a psychological hangup." Ken shook his head.
"That's what I've been saying."
"I sure hope for your sake that in time your wife wises up. She's missing out on a helluva lot of pleasure," Tracy grinned. "I'm sure you've got a nice cock, Andy. I'd love to go down on it."
"Would you?" Andy smiled.
"Why don't we all take off our clothes?" Ken got up from the table suddenly and exclaimed. "I don't dig this stuff about people being dressed all the time. Nudity is beautiful. Let's all get undressed. We'd appreciate each other better that way."
"This is absolutely incredible." Marva jumped up from the chair and shook her head. "You want us all to strip?"
"Why the hell not?" Andy chuckled. "I'm learning a little something about life too, baby. I thought I was a pretty broadminded guy, but old Ken here is teaching me quite a few lessons. God bless him. Yeah, I'll take off my clothes."
As Andy began to rise slowly from the table, he got a look at Tracy's beautiful legs.
He could see beneath her mini a few long stray pussy hairs.
He looked at Tracy's sparkling blonde hair and her baby-blue eyes and was more turned on by her_ than ever. No, contrary to what Marva had been thinking, he had never jumped into bed with Tracy. Or engaged in any kind of sex with her. Or, for that matter, even kissed her.
Tracy had revealed point blank that she would like to go down on his cock, and Andy felt that it would be just the perfect lesson for luscious but inhibited Marva to observe another woman fellating him.
He was certain that Tracy would be a great cocksucker. She seemed to possess that I-don't-give-a-damn flair that one needed in order to be extra-good at sex.
Ken took the lead in undressing, calmly beginning to climb out of his jacket. He then quickly removed his shirt, throwing it off with a casual air.
Andy couldn't help but chuckle a little as he began to remove his own clothing. But he was enjoying the act. It felt good to cast off restraints and let nature take its own course.
He was beginning to realize that he, too, had perhaps lived on too inhibited a scale. He wasn't quite as bad as Marva, but he still had a good deal to learn from Ken and Tracy about life.
As Andy began to slip out of his clothing, he looked over at Tracy.
She was removing her blouse, and as she did so, he saw the magnificent outline of her gorgeous breasts. The only thing that stood between her tits and total nudity was her bra, and he realized she would be removing it next.
He recalled how many times he had observed her at the office, looked toward those breasts hungrily, feeling a little guilty in the process. After all, he knew how much Marva meant to him and how it would have hurt her to know that he was admiring another woman.
So he had pretended on so many occasions that he didn't really admire Tracy that much, and was attempting to deny the fires that were burning within him in his anxiety to sample Tracy's beautiful body.
He stood there, his cock as rigid as it had ever been, observing her as she began to remove her bra.
He liked the slow, methodical way in which she undressed. She was very relaxed in the whole process. Apparently she and Ken both believed precisely what Ken had said-namely, that it was completely natural for people to undress and parade around in the nude.
Andy's eyes lit up with greater anticipation than ever as he observed Tracy's fingers working around the back of her bra.
She undid the straps, letting the bra drop casually to the floor.
He saw those smooth ivory breasts, and Andy longed to reach out and kiss them, fondle them, squeeze them.
As Tracy removed her bra, Andy began to step up the pace of his undressing.
As for Marva, she was still sitting, stunned, at the dining room table. She couldn't get over what was happening in her own house. She felt that things were taking on madhouse proportions, and what worried her most of all was the young couple who had come to dinner.
Marva watched with great sadness as Andy began to remove his trousers.
"This is great," Andy laughed. "I don't have to apologize about anything."
"There you go," Ken chuckled, pulling down on his shorts. "I don't like hangups. I hope, Andy old boy, that since I'm willing to let you have sex with my wife, that I can take on Marva over there. She's a pretty gorgeous gal."
"It's okay with me," Andy said. "The big problem is this-I don't know whether she will go along with it or not."
"You're damned right I won't," Marva shook her head. "I'm in a den of sinners. Either that or you're all insane. I'm not sure which."
"Now stop being nasty to our two lovely guests," Andy reprimanded.
"To hell with our two lovely guests," Marva said, jumping up from her chair. "This whole thing is utterly absurd. Just look at them. Just look at you. You're all acting like a bunch of wild animals."
"You know my philosophy," Andy grinned. "I've always said that I was nothing more than an animal. I think people are nothing more than animals when they have sex, and that's what makes them beautiful. You see, baby, animals aren't hypocrites. They do whatever comes naturally."
"That's exactly what I told my philosophy class the other day," Ken chuckled. "You should have seen the smiles on their faces, particularly the girls. Oh yeah, I've balled a few of them, and that made them smile all the more."
"I'll just bet," Andy exclaimed, working out of his trousers.
Ken was completely nude and was exhibiting his huge prick.
He worked the fingers of his right hand up and down that seething rod of his, and as he did so, he looked over at Marva and winked.
"Come on, baby, we're going to have a little action tonight," he said.
Marva was feeling both dizzy and disturbed. But the longer her eyes fastened on that long, hard dick of Ken's, the better she liked it.
She was trying to tell herself that she was going crazy with the combination of alcohol and all the strange activities that were occurring, but somehow down deep she realized that it was not so. It was an earth-shattering experience to recognize that she could be attracted to another man, and that, as he paraded before her, she could be desiring his huge cock.
Now it was Andy who was finishing the act of undressing. As he slipped out of his shorts he revealed his huge prick. He walked over to Tracy.
"Just look at what I've got down here between my legs," he pointed toward his long stem proudly.
"Oh yes, that's quite a pud you've got there." Tracy laughed, reaching out with her right hand and touching the tip of it.
"Oh, it feels good when you touch my cock like that," Andy sighed.
As Marva watched her husband becoming more intimately involved with the gorgeous Tracy, anger began to overtake her. She looked at Ken, and when he smiled once more at her, she smiled back. It was something of a faint smile, one that was projected only with great difficulty, but it was nonetheless a smile. A starting point. And Ken immediately recognized it as such.
"Come on over here and take off your clothes," Ken said. "Either that or let me take them off."
Marva sashayed slowly over toward Ken, stopping a few feet away from him.
"I can undress myself," Marva told him.
"Of course you can. You're a big girl now. It's just that I'd like to help you off with all those clothes. Let me have a shot at that dress of yours, baby."
"Well, if you really want it."
"Oh yes. I love undressing beautiful women. It gets me that much more excited. You see, I'm just a voyeur at heart. A voyeur and a stick man. I like action any way I can get it."
"There's one thing about you. You aren't a hypocrite."
"That's what the world needs a lot less of today," Ken nodded soberly. "It needs less hypocrisy. So, come on, honey, and we'll strike a blow for candor and honesty:"
Ken's long lean nude body moved silently toward Marva.
She was feeling extremely guilty about what was happening, yet there were forces that were overpowering her, erotic forces that seemed to be dictating a course of action which was in marked contrast to her moral standards.
There was something about the intensity in Ken's eyes, however, coupled with his lean, handsome frame and his huge erection, that was instilling a sexual curiosity within Marva, one that was turning her into a seething mass of female sexuality.
Ken was reaching out and unbuttoning her dress. He did it smoothly, slowly, enjoying every movement that he put forward.
"Oh, I'm going to take all your clothes off, baby, then I'm going to give you a fuck like you've never had before," Ken whispered.
Periodically he would lean forward and kiss the back of Marva's ears as he continued to undo the buttons which held her dress together. After he finished unbuttoning every button, Ken manipulated his fingers skillfully, almost pulling the dress completely off.
"Look, let's lie down on the rug for just a second," he exclaimed. "It's much easier that way to undress you."
Marva lowered herself downward toward the rug. All the while Ken was moving those fingers of his around her dress. He finished removing it, then focused his eyes on her lovely form.
He liked the way that she was put together with beautiful firm breasts and lean, spectacular legs.
As he allowed his fingers to maneuver up and down her thighs, he appreciated the firmness of her white body.
He was undoing her bra. He finished the job with just a flick of his wrists.
The bra whipped off and he was bringing his fingers to bear against Marva's nipples, which he alternately squeezed and rubbed. Ken knew that that was one way of getting a woman passionate quickly, and he was seeking to take advantage of the situation.
As Andy looked over and watched how Ken and Marva were warming up to each other, he recognized that Marva's resistance was swiftly melting. He had mixed feelings about the whole thing.
In a way he was glad. But in another way he was resentful since she was letting herself go with another man while she still would not even go down on his cock.
So he decided to carry on all the more explosively with gorgeous Tracy. As he watched her slip her silky white panties down her legs, that swollen tool of his hardened with erotic anticipation.
He watched the panties glide down her thighs, then move ever so slowly around her ankles. Lovely Tracy was deliberately moving the panties down her legs slowly, so that Andy would have an opportunity to get that much more turned on through the act of watching.
As a lovely young woman who had had many male admirers throughout her entire adolescent and adult life, Tracy knew just what it took to turn a guy on.
She recognized that in Andy's case, all she had to do was play her cards right and she would get precisely what she wanted out of him.
She sensed that he would be willing to go the If entire route with her, and participate in any form of sexual act.
Tracy was stepping out of her panties and Andy's eyes were focused securely on her glistening pussy hairs. How he wanted her, and how he wanted a gorgeous woman to go down on his rod!
"Do you think I look good?" Tracy looked at him and smiled.
"My God, you're a scenic wonder," he replied hotly. "I want you, baby, and I want you bad. Do you like going down on pricks?"
"Depends on who the prick belongs to. In your case, I'd love it. Do you like going down on hot boxes?"
"I'm wild about it."
"Then maybe we can have a brilliant sixty-nine." She smiled. "I like to be receiving and giving at the same time."
"Oh yeah, that's my idea of fun too," Andy nodded vigorously.
All the while his eyes continued to be fascinated by her exciting sex mound. The longer he looked, the more eager he became to exchange hot sucks with this gorgeous hunk of woman.
It made him feel like a fool to have let all of this grass grow under his feet this long. She had been working in his office, and so many times he'd cast furtive glances in her direction, only trying to con himself out of the inevitable ... admitting that he was hot for her.
There would be no more of that kind of hypocrisy, he thought. Tracy's husband Ken was right. There was no room for hypocrisy in his life.
CHAPTER SIX
Andy's cock was bulging with such anxiety that he couldn't take it any more just looking at Tracy. He had to go much further.
"Let's go in the bedroom," he whispered.
"Oh yes," she smiled, turning her head toward her husband Ken. "Ken, honey, you two lovebirds can join us. We're going into the bedroom."
"Oh yes, we were doing real fine over here," Ken said, releasing his lips from Marva's.
They walked into the bedroom, and Ken couldn't help but think about how smoothly things had gone with Marva. He had regarded her as something of a problem, but the combination of booze and his hard cock had fortunately. overwhelmed her, causing her to place her hangups at least temporarily in the background.
She had liked the smooth, flowing manner in which he had removed her bra, then glided his fingers down toward her panties.
She had a beautiful body, one that he was just waiting to explode his hungry cock into.
It was Andy who entered the bedroom first, standing there and grinning as Tracy walked inside just one step behind him.
He watched her lovely firm asscheeks wiggle back and forth as she strolled casually toward the bed. Andy liked the fact that she was tuned in to screwing to such an extent that nothing would bother her. She was accustomed to going all the way with a series of men, and that made things so much nicer.
As Tracy delicately lowered her petite beautiful body into bed and slid her legs open accommodatingly, Andy's tongue picked up the vibrations.
He longed to work that tongue of his frenziedly against her mound.
"Go get her, Andy. She's certainly throwing out the warning signals," Ken called out with a laugh.
"Yeah, it sure looks like she wants me to go down on her."
"I do, honey. Come on and just kiss my pussy a few times," Tracy smiled. "Lick it a little, then we'll go to town in sixty-nine fashion. But I like a guy to tickle my pussy a little before I get into that. As a matter of fact, while you're tickling it with your tongue, I can be giving you a nice cock-and-ball massage."
"And I'll tell you something," Ken said, now throwing his arms around Marva as they stood and watched in the corner of the room, "she's fantastic with those finger movements. She'll really get that cock of yours moving into high gear. By the time she's pumped on it just a few times, you're going to be all set for that sixty-nine action. And when you start swapping tongue movements with this chick, you're going to find out just how great it can be. You'll blow your skull."
"Right now I'm interested in her blowing my cock," Andy smiled.
"Oh, she'll do a fantastic job, there's no getting around it. You just wait and see, old boy."
"As you can see, I'm certainly hard enough," Andy pointed toward his flaming rod. "I want this chick."
"Then come and get me!" Tracy grinned, letting her body rotate back and forth as she tantalized him with her pussy.
He moved swiftly toward the bed, climbing onto it and focusing his attention on his secretary's mound.
Andy dropped his head, letting his tongue go to work several times around her pussy. He let his tongue flick, permitting it to work swiftly, but not so fast that he was pushing her to the brink. He wanted to see to it that things developed in a gradual fashion. This was, as Tracy had herself put it, only preliminary action. They would be working their way toward some hot stuff, some future activity that would result in both of them exploding, preferably at the same moment.
He manipulated his tongue around her mound for several hot strokes, then released it and kissed her pussy several times in brisk succession.
"Oh, you really know what I like," Tracy giggled girlishly. "Keep kissing my cunt, honey, I've really got a hot pussy. You're going to find out just how hot it is in a little while. You'll really find out when that tongue of yours goes to work against it. Oh, sweetheart, I really love this."
Andy kept up the fervent kissing for quite some time, then removed his tongue abruptly from her mound.
Marva was doing a slow burn as she stood watching with Ken's arm around her shoulder. She kept thinking that Andy was putting much more passion into the act of lovemaking with this secretary of his than he ever did with her.
Then she got to thinking about how many times she had attempted to put him off, like the last time they had had sex, and she began to recall the numerous occasions on which she had refused to enter into certain sex acts with him. Maybe that was what was causing him to go so wild over this woman. That was what undoubtedly was causing the relentless sparks of anxiety to surface within Andy's body.
She had herself to blame for that, Marva thought, but she still couldn't help feeling resentful toward Andy. If they had only worked things out between themselves. ... But now he was in the process of going all the way with his gorgeous secretary, and Marva was worried. She didn't know how far things might progress between her husband and Tracy once they got fully accustomed to one another.
Marva decided that the only way she could attain something in the form of reprisal would be to go all out with Ken, which would not be that difficult. To begin with, there was a certain boyish charm about Ken, as well as that indomitable spirit that he possessed.
Yes, he was a sexy man, there was no doubt about that, and the sex bristled from every inch of him, particularly that flaming peter.
So, if her husband Andy was going to go all out with lovely young Tracy, then she in turn would provide Ken with all the thrills he could possibly hope to receive.
Andy, at that moment, was manipulating the fingers of both hands around Tracy's gorgeous thighs as he let his lips once more plunge against her pussy.
This time he let his lips remain against her mound. He loved the impact, and suddenly he did not want to let go.
As his heart began to palpitate with great rapidity, Andy finally released his lips from her seething snatch.
He worked the fingertips of his right hand around her flaming box and, as he did, he got Tracy that much hotter.
As Tracy's legs began to kick outwardly in an unrestrained fashion, Ken looked over and grinned.
"Now you've really got her going, Andy. You've got her eating out of the palm of your hand," he said. "She's going to give you a great blow job. Can this gal ever give head! You're going to find out just how good she is in a few minutes."
Andy heard every word that Ken said, and those words of confidence made him feel all the better as he let his fingers continue to manipulate around Tracy's mound.
He could feel some precipitation arising from her as a result of his action. She was getting dewy down there in her snatch, and that meant that she was that much more receptive when it came to immediate action.
Andy removed his fingers from her mound, and exclaimed: "That cock of mine is burning up. I want you to go down on it, honey! I want you to suck it right now!"
"Okay, if you'll eat my snatch at the same time. "
"That's what I call a good deal."
"Then let's get into position, sweetheart. You just lie back there and I'll shove my cute little butt in your face."
"That means I can play with your butt while I'm suckin out your cunt."
"I hope you'll do more than play with it. I want you to suck it."
"Oh, that will be fine," Andy laughed. "Will you suck my asshole too?"
"Don't insult me even by asking," she laughed. "When I'm as turned on by a man as I am with you, sweetie, of course I will. You don't know how many times I've dreamed about making it with you. But you seemed so uptight about the idea. You'd look over at me, then look away like you were guilty or something."
"Oh yes, I admit it, I had my hangups," Andy nodded sadly. "But that's all in the past. From here on out I'm going to live for kicks. You two people have opened my eyes tonight."
"We've done that for a number of couples."
"I'll bet. I guess your motto is that the couples that swap together and fuck together stay together."
"How did you ever guess?" she laughed.
Tracy maneuvered her beautiful nude form diligently, propping her body upward and letting her cute, firm buttocks come to rest just slightly above Andy's tongue.
She was in perfect position for him to suck her asshole, and she let her mouth come to rest just a scant few inches away from Andy's bulging prick.
"Now we're all set," she exclaimed happily. "I want to work that tongue of mine around your asshole, honey. As soon as I start, you can begin your tonguing as well."
"Oh, am I ever set."
"I know you are. I can tell it. Nobody gives me the kind of action you did when I was lying down there on my back unless the guy is pretty hot to trot. So let's get those tongues of ours working."
"We won't waste a movement."
Andy watched as Tracy lowered her head ever so slightly, then began to flick her tongue with sweeping, passionate movements around his asshole.
He liked the fact that her buttocks would wiggle ever so suggestively every time her tongue made fleeting contact with his anus.
With a cute ass like that only a scant few inches from his already nervous tongue, Andy recognized that it was time for him to work on her asshole.
So he inched his tongue upward, allowing it to slide passionately around her anus.
Back and forth he was permitting his sizzling tongue to manipulate around her asshole, and as it did so, she in turn stepped up the pace of her licking movements.
Her tongue was darting unrestrainedly into his anus and, as she kept up those brilliant movements, working her tongue with searing rapidity, Andy kept pace with the movements.
He was letting himself go, working his tongue as swiftly as he knew how, driving it high inside Tracy's lovely asshole.
As he continued working his tongue frenziedly over her butt, he reached out and cupped his fingers around her beautiful asscheeks. He was impressed by the fact that her buttocks were so nice and firm, and he liked the way she instinctively wiggled them every time she delivered another hot stabbing stroke high into his anus.
Back and forth the frenzied movements continued, and as they did so, both bodies began to wiggle.
Perspiration began to form on Andy's forehead as he kept up the savage pace, not wanting to let up for one solitary second, enjoying every hot stroke that he put forth inside her flaming anus.
Her buttocks kept sliding back and forth as he kept up the sucking and finger activity simultaneously. He continued to squeeze those asscheeks, and as he did so, he manipulated his tongue high inside her anus.
It was a beautiful experience for both of them, and stroke for stroke they pushed each other into a state of great exhilaration.
"Just look at them go," Ken whispered at Marva and grinned. "Pretty soon we'll be on that bed, honey, and I'm going to give you some beautiful action."
"I sure hope so. It makes me anxious just standing here watching all this," Marva said, though still not able to rid herself of jealousy and anger.
But the two lovers on the bed were intent on continuing their vigorous action, as their bodies twisted and turned. Marva was aware of just how much sensation they were receiving from every thrusting tongue movement.
Andy was sucking more swiftly than ever, working his tongue as fervently as he knew how. He could feel the itchiness surfacing in his cock and balls, and he knew he couldn't keep up that frantic pace for much longer, at least not without exploding.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Those hot bodies continued to twist and turn as the ass-sucking continued.
Andy was letting his tongue rip incessantly into her anus and, as Tracy continued to wiggle that hot ass of hers, she delivered equally searing tongue strokes inside Andy's hot ass.
He realized just how close he was to shooting. He could feel that hot juice in his swollen peter and he knew it wouldn't be long before he would be unleashing a. sea of white lava inside Tracy's mouth.
Andy released his tongue from Tracy's asshole, exclaiming:
"We've got to get down to brass tacks now, baby. I can't take any more of that ass-sucking. It's too hot. Oh, the steam is really building up down there in my balls. Go to work, baby." "I'll lick your balls for you, then I'll switch to your cock."
"Just don't stay on my balls too long," Andy warned. "I'm just too hot."
"Okay, I won't."
With unflinching zeal, beautiful Tracy quickly turned her attention to Andy's steaming balls, which were bulging with anticipation.
She worked her tongue frantically around them, and as she did so, Andy got back to working his tongue around her flaming cunt.
He flipped his tongue forward, allowing it to plunge vigorously against her mound.
The first time that he permitted his tongue to come into contact with her moist box, Tracy's whole body began to tremble. He liked the way that her body was trembling and rotating, and it gave him that much more incentive to provide her with the best possible sucks that he could muster.
He was letting his tongue slide with greater freedom than before, gradually stepping up the pace as he worked it around her box.
As Andy began to give her fantastic sensations down there between her legs, Tracy in turn reciprocated by working her tongue as speedily as she knew how around his balls.
Andy loved those tickling sensations, but knew that he couldn't withstand many more of them. After all, he would be exploding soon, and that was the big moment that he was awaiting.
Andy had wanted Marva to go down on him for so long, and he had been anticipating a hot cock-suck, but not from Tracy. He had felt that Marva should have been the one to give it to him, but if it had to be Tracy, that was fine. She certainly could not have constituted a comedown of any sort.
Their bodies swayed back and forth with rhythmic anticipation as they sucked to their hearts' content, providing each other with brisk movements.
As the action continued to speedily unfold, Ken looked over at Marva.
"Doesn't it turn you on watching hot sex like this?" he asked.
"Oh yes," Marva nodded, even though she was feeling resentment over the fact that Andy was letting himself go to this extent with another woman.
There was no stopping Andy now, however, as he began to work his tongue as eagerly as he knew how around Tracy's box. He was driving it at a speedy clip, working frantically against her blazing pussy.
As he continued sucking, she matched him stroke for stroke, putting the finishing touches on the ball action. After a few more hot strokes against his balls, she released her tongue swiftly.
"Oh, now it's time for me to go down on that prick," she sighed happily. "I've really been waiting for this, baby. It's just like a good meal. Save the best for last. This is going to be delicious! I'm going to eat every drop of that hot stuff."
It made Andy happy to hear Tracy talk that way, and as she began to work her tongue around the tip of his cock, his whole body began to twist and turn even more rhythmically than before.
Andy was like a whirling dervish, his body trembling noticeably as she worked her tongue around the head of his cock.
Tracy would concentrate on his pricktip for only a short period of time. These were only the early movements, and soon she recognized that she would be working her tongue up and down the full base of his throbbing tool.
She wanted to taste him and she knew that Andy wanted to unleash those searing juices inside her mouth.
As for Andy, he continued to diligently explore her hot mound, working that tongue of his around her box.
Back and forth he slid his tongue, allowing it to work frantically around her box. He recognized that the greater the degree of sensation he provided for her in the form of his pussy-suck, the more eagerly she would work her tongue up and down the full length of his throbbing spear.
She was working her tongue downward, moving it toward the base of his erect stem. Up and down she worked it until she was providing him with more sensations than ever. He could feel the itchiness shooting throughout his whole body and he felt the torrid pangs of desire as she kept up those fervent sucking movements.
He was moving his tongue as fast as it would go, recognizing that he would soon be releasing the juices from her pussy.
Several hot strokes later Andy reached out with his fingers and clutched her thighs. He didn't want to let them go, he wanted to continue clinging to her legs until her juices oozed inside his mouth.
Andy recognized that it would not take long before those pussy juices would be coming. With fervent determination he kept on sucking, working his tongue vigorously against her searing mound.
Several hot strokes later, Tracy's pussy juices began to spurt out of her mound and into his waiting mouth.
He enjoyed gobbling down every drop of her hot liquids, and as. he did so, she continued to work her tongue up and down his throbbing instrument.
He was trembling more noticeably than ever, and he quickly released his tongue from her box. "Come on, honey, keep it up," he stoutly encouraged her. "Work that tongue of yours around my cock. Oh, I wish you'd play with my balls, honey. Come on, baby, I want to explode in your mouth. I want to shoot off all my hot juices inside you!"
Tracy was turned on all the more by the manner in which he was spurring her on. Now she was working her tongue sweepingly up and down the firm base of his hot stick.
Tracy loved letting her tongue slide along that smooth hard skin of his, and she recognized that she had Andy right where she wanted him, on the verge of a hot orgasm.
As she continued to work her tongue, as she maintained that hot pace, Andy reached out and played with her asscheeks. He pinched her buttocks ever so gingerly as she kept up the hot sucking.
Tracy was working him toward the very brink of climax, pushing him to the very limits of his tolerance.
"Eat it, eat it," he gasped, "eat my hot cock juice. I'm going to shoot it in you, baby. Come on and suck it, baby, go after the hot stuff." Several hot strokes later the sea of white volcanic juice began to spurt out of the end of his flaming dick and into her waiting mouth.
Diligently Tracy applied herself, determined to eat every drop of hot liquid that spilled out of the end of his swollen organ.
With systematic zeal, she continued to apply her tongue to his cock, determined to eat everything that he could possibly summon forth in the way of passionate orgasmic liquids.
As. for Andy, he was lying back, continuing to stroke her asscheeks as Tracy went after the final few drops of liquid that were spurting out of his organ.
"You're great, you did a perfect job," he said.
He observed a few tiny droplets dribbling out of the sides of her mouth, but in the main she managed to hang on to the better part of his load. Andy was happy, since it was a thick load. She had been able to handle it for him, and he was very pleased in the final analysis.
Now she removed her tongue from his cock, and as she did so, she heaved a sigh.
"That takes a lot out of a girl," she exclaimed.
"It certainly does."
"After a fuck like that, I think you two should take a little rest and give us an opportunity to take over center stage for a while," Ken called out, walking swiftly toward the bed.
"You certainly look like you could use a tuck," Andy grinned, "considering how bard that cock of yours is."
"Yeah, I really do need it."
"I'm sure Marva does by now." Andy looked at his wife.
"Oh yes, I'm really hot for Ken's body," Marva chuckled, reaching out and touching him affectionately under the chin.
"Well, you've got it," Ken exclaimed confidently.
Now it was Andy and Tracy who were doing the watching, taking a position in the rear of the room and sitting down in chairs to observe the brisk sex activity involving Marva and Ken.
Ken immediately took charge of the action, throwing his arms tightly around Marva's slim waist.
He let Marva's firm, huge breasts crush against his chest. He liked the hot body friction that was swiftly building up between the two of them, and as her tits continued to mash against his chest; he leaned forward and allowed his hot red tongue to manipulate its way inside her mouth.
Back and forth Ken directed that tongue of his to maneuver systematically against hers; and as he kept up the sweeping action, he permitted his fingers to roam down her back, then her legs.
He liked the warmth of his fingers coming into contact with Marva's beautiful body. She was much taller than his lovely wife Tracy, but, all in all, they were put together in much the same way.
He liked Marva's long legs, and his fingers worked their way down.
Back and forth his fingers manipulated around her legs. As they did so, he continued to work his tongue with systematic grace around her mouth.
Their tongues collided and locked repeatedly and, as they did so, he kept on permitting his chest to plunge against her breasts.
Andy was getting an eyeful. He was seeing that Marva, despite her many protestations, was able to get turned on with another man.
Not only was she turned on, he thought, she was probably going to do whatever Ken wanted her to do. Of course, he felt that Ken probably wouldn't want to take any chances of turning her off, and so he might be inclined to keep his desires at a conventional level.
It was Andy's calculation that Ken would more than likely explode his penis Juices inside of Marva's moist twat. After all, Andy thought, Marva had a beautiful body, and she was tight down there between her legs. Ken would realize what she had to offer, and would probably want to fuck her that way in the first place, particularly considering the fact that it was his first opportunity with her.
The tongue kissing continued for so long that it astounded Andy. Never before had he seen his wife go to work with that type of savage intensity as she was with Ken.
Back and forth their tongues continued to twirl, ad finally, as Ken released his tongue from her mouth, he exclaimed: "I want to suck your ass!"
"Oh, I wish you would," Marva exclaimed. "I got so hot watching Tracy and Andy do it."
"Just watch my smoke," he laughed.
As Ken dropped his head down toward her receptive anus, he reached out with the fingers of both hands, permitting them to glide around her hot breasts.
Back and forth he manipulated those fingers and as he stroked her tits with magnificent grace he thrust his tongue deep into her asshole.
He didn't waste any time with slow, getting acquainted movements. Ken meant business, and through it all he maintained his game plan, that of getting Marva to compromise herself in a way that would astound even her.
He liked the kind of challenge that a woman like Marva afforded, and Tracy, as she watched the unfolding action, knew precisely what to expect. She had seen it happen so many times in other swap sessions. Ken regarded himself as a convert maker in the realm of sex. He loved getting hold of a woman like Marva, who was fearful about performing certain sex acts, and getting her to lose her inhibitions.
As he let his tongue wiggle and slide vigorously inside her anus, Ken continued to manipulate his fingers around Marva's breasts and nipples.
Every time that he gave her breasts or nipples a slight squeeze, her whole body would quiver in dramatic response. She was getting accustomed to Ken's kind of wild, savage sex, and she was finding out just how much she could enjoy that kind of searing activity.
His tongue was sliding high and deep inside her anus, and Marva was having a great deal of difficulty breathing. Her breath came in quick gasps. She was being thrown into an uncontrollable state of ecstasy, and her pussy was now on the verge of explosion.
"Oh, my snatch is on fire," Marva cried out.
Andy could not help but flinch. It was the first time in his memory that he could recall Marva using that word, or any one like it, during the act of sex. Apparently Ken was bringing her out of her shell, and Andy didn't know whether he should feel happy or sad about it.
Ken continued to manipulate his tongue in Marva's asshole, and as he did so, she called out once more: "Oh, it's burning up, oh, my snatch is on fire, baby! You're going to have to put that fire out.... Come on and be my fireman, sweet-heart.... Your tongue is up to it. Come on and start workin' with that tongue.... I need the tongue action, I need it bad!"
en slowly released his tongue from her anus, and as he did so, there was a smile of contentment on his lips.
He knew he was making headway, and making it fast.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ken had his tongue ready to go to work on Marva's snatch.
He reached down and gripped her thighs, then let his head drop swiftly. He began to move his tongue spiritedly against her hot pussy, and as he did so, he let his tongue run rampant.
Ken was systematically following his plan. He knew that after he succeeded in getting Marva to shoot of f her pussy, he would then be able to move into the forbidden act, the one he knew she had never participated in before.
Back and forth his tongue was sliding in her twat, and as it did so, he maneuvered his fingers from her legs to her breasts.
He was squeezing her tits earnestly, manipulating as he kept on tonguing her pussy.
She was rotating her hot body with consummate passion as he kept his raging tongue burning her hole.
Back and forth he systematically drove it at a whirlpool clip, and as he did so, he pushed Marva that much closer to a stimulating climax.
"Boy, old Ken really has the tongue working," Tracy chuckled.
"I guess he likes my baby's snatch."
"He sure does. Well, she's a beautiful woman. I can't help but admire her."
"Yes, she certainly has her good points."
Marva's body was trembling and she closed her eyes momentarily, enjoying those fervent activities that were unfolding down there between her legs.
She could feel each of the penetrating movements, and they certainly had their impact. Her whole body was trembling hungrily as Ken's tongue kept on finding the mark, driving with whiplash movements around her hot mound.
"Oh, drive that tongue in me," she gasped. "You're really working it, baby. Oh, this pussy of mine is going to explode. You can bring it out of me, sweetheart, just keep on working your tongue."
Ken kept on permitting his tongue to work around her mound, and now he was bringing those movements to bear even more swiftly than before. He was driving himself to the fullest .extent possible, eagerly anticipating the hot droplets of juice that he knew would soon be spilling into his waiting mouth.
He was squeezing Marva's nipples more fervently than ever as he pushed into the final stages. Soon she would be exploding those juices.
"Oh, eat it, eat it," she called out impatiently. "I'm going to shoot my juices into your mouth, baby. Come on and catch every drop. Oh, my juices are delicious. Go after them, oh, eat me. Come on, baby, eat every drop."
The hot spurts of pussy juice began to flow from her, and her asscheeks began quivering in instinctive reaction to what was happening.
The juices were flowing like wine, and hand-some Ken was going after every drop.
Ken was working his fingers around her breasts more eagerly than ever as he went after those final few drops that leaked out of her mound.
He released his tongue from her snatch, and as he did so, he was eager to move onward.
"I'm going to finger-fuck that asshole of yours," he said.
"Oh, that sounds like fun."
"It's all fun where fucking is concerned."
As Andy and Tracy watched from the back-ground, Ken confidently thrust the index finger of his left hand high and deep inside Marva's anus.
Marva's body fluttered and she couldn't help but heave a couple of quick sighs as he shoved his finger high and hard into her asshole.
As he kept up those hot, systematic movements, Tracy leaned over and said something to Andy.
"You just wait and see," she said. "He's really getting his kicks. And he's going to get just what he wants out of her."
"Which is?
"You wait. This is just a preliminary."
All it took were a few hot finger stabs inside of Marva's asshole, and her whole body began to squirm.
She was bouncing up and down on top of the bed, and all the while he kept on pumping his finger rapidly inside her asshole.
He kept up the finger stabs for quite a few minutes, enjoying the reaction that he was receiving from his efforts. As he released the finger, he looked at her and exclaimed: "I'm going to fuck your asshole now!"
"Oh no, I'm scared of that," she -replied. "Nobody has ever done that to me."
"I know, and it's such a tragedy. You've got such a beautiful butt, sweetheart. I know you'd be great to fuck there. I know that steaming pecker of mine just has to plunge high into that asshole. Just give me a chance, baby. Didn't you like the finger-fucking?"
"Of course I did. You could tell by how I was reacting."
"That's the point," he nodded. "That means you're going to enjoy the ass-fuck even more."
"But I'm so scared."
"You don't have to be. You're going to love it. At one time you were a virgin, remember? And I'll bet that you were plenty scared the first time you got a hard cock shoved into your snatch. Isn't that so?"
"Yes, that's true. But this is so ... it's so unnatural."
"Bullshit it is," Ken shook his head. "A lot of cultures do this all the time. And they do it sometimes even more than certain other acts that we accept. Don't listen to that crap that you hear from people who don't know any better. There's nothing like a little sodomy session to get a guy and a gal both plenty hot."
"I don't know. I don't know if I would like it at all."
"Just stick with me, baby. Have I given you any bum steers yet?"
"No. Sex has been beautiful with you."
"It will be more beautiful than ever," he said with conviction.
Once more Ken glided his index finger inside her ass, stabbing high and hard as Marva gingerly worked her body back and forth.
He withdrew his finger, and got set to enter her anus.
He worked the fingers of his right hand inside her pussy, dipping down deep and removing some scoops of pussy juice.
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked.
"Very simple. I'm going to loosen that ass of yours up, honey. If you've never had it there before, then penetration is really going to be something."
"I'm afraid it's really going to hurt a lot."
"No, it isn't. It win just sting a little, but you'll like it."
Andy watched with astonishment as Ken put some of the pussy juice inside his wife's anus, then rubbed the remainder onto his cock.
"Is that what you figured he was going to do?" Andy turned and asked Tracy.
"Of course. I've seen him break in lots of chicks this way."
Andy hardly knew how to react to what was happening. His wife had refused to even go down on his cock, and now she was willing to let another man fuck her anus. The thought of sodomy would have been so repugnant to Marva that Andy hadn't even dared mention it. Andy had just been trying to get her to suck his cock, and there she was, lying there with her legs spread, her ass ready to be fucked by Tracy's husband.
Ken reached out and gripped his fingers gingerly around her thighs, then thrust her legs upward, allowing them to rest against his shoulders.
Ken was prepared to plunge his prick forward for the first time. He liked the beautiful angle he had, and as he got set to shove his penis into Marva's ass, he reached out and played with her nipples.
"Here it goes," he grunted.
She closed her eyes, and her body quivered nervously.
When it was over, five minutes later, Marva had experienced one of the great thrills of her
entire life.
Ken, meanwhile, was experiencing the glory of complete triumph.
CHAPTER NINE
Tracy was looking at Marva hungrily as she lay exhausted in the middle of the bed.
Marva, after having had her wonderful moment, was attempting to catch her breath. Now the dizziness was beginning to subside as she lay there, wondering just what was happening to her.
Never before had she been propelled to such passionate heights.
"Yes, that's one beautiful woman you're married to." Tracy smiled, continuing to observe Marva.
Andy turned his head and looked toward Marva. He noticed a look of admiration in Tracy's eyes as she kept staring at Marva. Could it be? Andy wondered. After all, he knew that Tracy had a very liberal viewpoint.
Soon the answer to his question was provided. Andy watched with great interest as Tracy moved quickly toward the bed, executing a nimble dive.
She reached out and ran her fingers over Marva's pussy, manipulating the fingers briskly with her right hand around Marva's box.
"Oh, Tracy, what are you doing?" Marva looked at Tracy strangely.
"I love you, baby. You're beautiful. I knew you were, right from the very beginning. I wanted you then, but I couldn't say anything."
As Tracy continued to manipulate Marva's mound, which was becoming increasingly hotter as a result of her passionate strokes, the young secretary thrust her head forward.
She was letting her lips plunge devastatingly against Marva's. Tracy realized that Marva was still astonished over what was happening. She was convinced that Marva had never been exposed to lesbian lovemaking before, but she was aware of how amenable Marva was to sexual suggestion now that she had been fucked in the ass by Ken.
So Tracy continued to press her tips firmly against those of Marva. As their lips remained locked, and as Tracy continued to maneuver her fingertips sweepingly around Marva's nest, Marva was beginning to get hot down between her legs once more.
The fires were building rapidly, and the longer young Tracy kept her lips pressed against Marva's, the more impressed Marva was becoming with it all.
She was no longer shocked. Now she was becoming only too well aware of the fact that she could feel tantalizing sensations with a woman.
Tracy suddenly released her lips from Marva's. She then thrust-her tongue- forward, letting it slide inside Marva's open mouth.
Once more Marva's head began. to spin. She was beginningto feel guilty about experiencing all kinds of torrid sensations down in her mound from what Tracy was doing to her.
Tracy wasn't about to let the pace slacken. As her tongue wound its way vigorously inside Marva's mouth, she continued to provide her mound-with stirring finger sensations.
The fingers were moving more briskly than ever, and Tracy allowed her tongue to dance and press eagerly against Marva's.
She could tell from the way that Marva's body was quivering that Andy's wife was hot for more action, and Tracy was not about to disappoint her.
Now that the softening-up process had occurred, and had been markedly successful, Marva leaned forward and then exclaimed:
"I don't know what's happening here."
"You'll understand soon enough!" Tracy winked.
Tracy leaned forward and let her tongue work its way toward Marva's breast.
With vigorous dispatch, Tracy let her tongue go to work on Marva's left breast. She worked with great conviction, determined to get Marva as hot as possible.
Tracy dropped her tongue toward Marva's left breast, going to work on it with systematic grace.
Even though Tracy was so hot that she could hardly restrain herself, she made it a point not to attack the other girl's breast too rapidly. She wanted to give Marva a chance to get acclimated to the kind of beautiful sex she was providing for her.
Back and forth Tracy slipped her tongue eagerly over Marva's hot flesh, while Marva settled into the beauty of the act. She was enjoying the hot strokes that Tracy provided her, even though there were still some strains of guilt knifing through her.
Marva wondered about making love with another woman. It just didn't seem to make sense in one context, yet in a broader context, it seemed to make all the sense in the world. As Ken had said so many times, if an act provides one with a certain degree of happiness, then there really isn't anything wrong with it.
Back and forth the sucking continued, until Tracy decided that it was time to switch the tongue movements over toward Marva's other breast.
Tracy went to work fervently on Marva's right breast, working her tongue with magnificent dexterity and skill.
She was stepping the pace up dramatically. Marva's body began to twist and turn in the same fashion that it had when Ken was providing her with hot action earlier.
"Oh, honey, this is too much," Marva said. "I really love what's happening."
Tracy recognized that, given sufficient opportunity, she could get this girl extraordinarily hot. It was a feather in her cap, she thought, to convert somebody like Marva to lesbianism that fast. Even though Marva might have been a beginner, she was a very sexy woman, and just the type who would enjoy some brisk tongue strokes, whether they came from a man or a woman.
As she briskly worked her tongue around Marva's breast, Tracy reached out and grabbed her lover's asscheeks. She permitted her fingers to circulate slowly and smoothly over Marva's creamy buttocks while she drove her tongue even more rapidly against Marva's breast.
She released her tongue from Marva's breast, letting it go to work on Marva's mound.
She began by working the tongue slowly, hoping to provide Marva with the maximum in sexual satisfaction. If she could play things coolly, Tracy thought, then everything would go well.
As the pace accelerated, Tracy was able to clearly recognize just how turned-on her lover was becoming. Now Marva's legs were twisting and turning more rapidly than ever as those hot tongue strokes continued.
"Oh, I can hardly believe this," Marva exclaimed. "You're so good with that tongue, baby."
Tracy was determined to suck Mania to completion, and was working her tongue as quickly as she knew how around Marva's aroused clit.
As the action continued to unfold, Andy was sitting in a chair, watching with a dumbfounded expression. He could scarcely conceive of his wife being sucked by his secretary, but it was happening in the middle of his bed, and the whole act was actually beginning to fascinate him now.
As he sat there watching gorgeous Tracy thrust her tongue around inside Marva's box, running her fingers briskly over Marva's buttocks, he began to get hot. His cock began to harden noticeably, while he paid meticulous attention to what was happening in the middle of the bed.
"I knew that Tracy dug her, right from the very beginning," Ken looked over at Andy and smiled knowingly.
"That tongue of hers is really going to work."
"And that cock of mine will be going to work soon," Ken laughed. "I just love jerking my dick off while I'm watching two chicks make it. Don't you?"
"I hate to have to admit this to you, Ken, but I've never seen two broads make it before now." "You've got to be kidding," Ken chuckled.
"I thought I was a pretty worldly guy, but I'm finding out just how little I know."
"You mean tonight's the night for revelation?"
"To say the least," Andy nodded, continuing to focus his eyes with fixed fascination on what was occurring in the bed.
Tracy was moving closer to her goal, that of hot orgasm. Her tongue was manipulating briskly around Marva's flaming vagina and now Marva's legs were kicking with ferocity as she moved closer toward her own moment of climax.
"Come on and eat me," Marva said. "I want to pour my pussy juice in your mouth, baby."
Tracy was very receptive to Marva's words, and continued to exercise her tongue with speedy efficiency around Marva's pussy.
"Come on and go after it," Ken called out. "Go after the hot juice, sweetheart."
A few flaming strokes later, the pussy juices began to cream out of Marva's blazing snatch.
"Eat it, eat it," Marva whispered.
Tracy licked her to completion with lewd determination, then released her tongue suddenly from Marva's mound.
"Now let's do it sixty-nine style, baby," Tracy suggested. "I want you to eat my snatch while I'm eating yours."
"Oh, I don't know if I could ever do that," Marva replied.
"Of course you could. Don't be foolish, Marva. Until I sucked your snatch, you had never had it done by a woman. It really isn't any different when you suck a woman's snatch than when you get it from a man. You need the experience, baby. It will be good for you.'"
"Yes, go ahead, sweetheart," Ken said. "It's another new experience, just like getting butt fucked."
"Just let me go to work on your snatch for a little bit," Tracy said. "After I've given you some hot action, you're going to come right back and start sucking me. You just wait and see."
"I wouldn't bet against it," Marva laughed. "Not after all I've been through."
"No, I don't suppose you would," Andy said. "It's incredible all you've done tonight. Especially considering I could hardly get you to fuck at all before."
"Now I'm going to suck your wife's pussy again," Tracy laughed.
Andy watched Tracy proceed once more, working her tongue fervently around Marva's still-aroused snatch.
This time Tracy was even more determined thane she had been the previous occasion. She wanted to see to it that this beautiful girl would go down on her, just as she was going down on Marva.
She kept up that hot stroking for several long seconds, reaching out and squeezing her lover's nipples as she systematically worked her tongue.
As Andy watched with great interest, he observed his wife lifting her head upward, then permitting her tongue to begin stabbing inside Tracy's hot cunt mound.
He noticed how quickly Tracy responded, her body twisting and turning with every thrusting movement that Marva put forth.
As the sucking continued at a rapid clip, and as the bodies of the two girls twisted rhythmically with every hot tongue stroke, Andy looked over at Ken.
Sure enough, just as he would have anticipated, Ken was working his fingers briskly up and down his steaming pecker.
"Oh, keep fucking, girls. You're both too much," Ken exclaimed, continuing to pump up and down on his big prick.
As Ken began pumping, Andy discovered that he, too, was becoming overwhelmed by it all. As a result, he reached out with his right hand, moving his fingers up and down his own huge rod.
Now both hot female asses were thrusting back and forth, twisting and turning with every rhythmic movement as the blistering sucking pace continued.
Back and forth those tongues were working in and out of both cunts, driving at an enthusiastic pace as the two women moved that much closer to the exciting erotic finish that they were both seeking. They were moving quickly toward climax, and it was just a question of who would explode first.
As for Tracy, she appeared to be genuinely overwhelmed by Marva's enthusiasm. It made her feel great to know that she had succeeded in getting Marva to overcome her qualms about lesbian sex.
They were both maintaining a blistering pace, matching each other stroke for stroke, and driving each other that much closer to a brilliant climax.
A few hot strokes later, Marva exploded her juices into Tracy's waiting mouth.
Andy was pumping his dick faster than ever, and as he did so, he heard Ken gasping next to him.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there," Ken said.
Andy turned and observed the spurting white juice shooting out of the end of Ken's dick and hitting the floor.
Andy was pumping his prick as earnestly as he knew how, driving his fingers up and down as he watched Tracy begin to explode under the steady impetus of Marva's tongue.
Andy jerked several more times, after which he let out a loud sigh.
He looked down at his bulging spear, then observed the flowing sea of white juice as it shot out of his cock and hit the floor.
Now the girls were both satisfied. They had climaxed within several seconds of one another.
"You see, we can't help but bring a little happiness and joy into the world when we get this intimate," Tracy looked at Marva and smiled, running her fingers affectionately over the other woman's breasts.
"It was very beautiful."
"Oh, yes, baby, it was."
Ken looked over at Andy.
"All in all, it's been one helluva evening."
Andy said nothing. He was too startled by it all to say a thing. He just nodded, and kept looking toward the bed, where Marva and Tracy had their arms around each other.
Andy could still hardly believe that Marva had compromised herself in as many ways as she had that evening.
CHAPTER TEN
It was late the next morning, and Andy's eyes were reddened with fatigue.
Even though he had gotten a few hours' sleep, he was barely aware of that fact.
As he walked into the kitchen ever so slowly, his wife Marva was having a cup of coffee. Her hair was mussed up, and her face was pale. She too gave every indication of having been through a good deal the night before.
"Good morning," Andy half groaned.
"I don't know what's so good about it," Marva snapped.
"Do you have a headache too?"
"Oh, my head is absolutely throbbing. But that isn't what's really bothering me."
"Then what is? This headache of mine will certainly do for a starter."
"I'm bugged about what happened last night. It was utterly disgraceful. I'm ashamed of myself."
"You mean the fucking?"
"Oh, there you go, talking dirty again." "Well, you did enough of that for both of us last night," Andy said pointedly.
"Don't rub it in."
"I'm not trying to rub anything in, dear. I just happen to be stating the facts as they are."
"Well, I was drunk. Look what happened to me. I got in trouble, bad trouble. Never again."
"Oh hell, it's just one of those things."
"The hell it was just one of those things!"
"Now you're talking like me," Andy chuckled.
"I mean it's depressing. To think that I let Ken do what he did to me. And to think that I actually engaged in ... lesbianism. My God, how awful."
"Don't let it throw you."
"Oh no. You probably-enjoyed it all, didn't you?" she looked at him with fire in her eyes.
"Look, just because you've got a hangover and some guilt hangups, don't come on strong at me. I'm not in a mood to take it, baby. I've got a hangover, a real bad one. I had a helluva lot of fun fucking last night. If you want to bitch about what happened, that's your business. I'll tell you one thing, though. As your husband, it really pissed me off to see you gladly letting that guy fuck your asshole when you wouldn't even blow me."
"Butt wasn't myself last night," she replied crisply. "Can't you see that, you fool?"
"Hold on a second. Don't you go calling me a fool. You're free and over twenty-one, sweet-heart, and you knew damned well what you were getting into. Don't use those drinks as an excuse. Oh sure, they might have loosened you up a little, but not to the point where you were going- to do something that you would have detested doing otherwise."
"You -mean to say you think I would have done that even if I hadn't had the drinks?"
"You very well might have, under the right circumstances. I'm pissed off at the whole thing for just one reason, though. First of all you come onstrong at me like it was my fault you got into all the fucking. Then you tell me you're disgusted with me. Hell, how about you? I have plenty of reason to get disgusted with you. To think that you wouldn't even go down on my cock, my beautiful, wonderful cock. Well, that gorgeous little honey who works for me certainly will. That ought to hold you for a while."
"Oh, so maybe you'd prefer her to me!" Marva jumped up quickly from the table and shook her fist at her husband, menacingly. "Maybe you'd just like to divorce me and marry her. You think maybe you can work something like that out?"
"I don't know. But I don't really want to." Andy did his best to keep it cool. "All 1'm saying is that I find it pretty disappointing to think that you'd go all the way with another man but you won't with me."
"That's probably the main lesson you learned last night."
"It's one of them."
"What else did you learn?" Marva asked in a blistering tone.
"I learned that people are stupid to have hangups. Hell, I don't have any more hangups. I just like to do things as I want to do them. Old Ken really straightened me out on that point. I can see how foolish I was in the past. He was absolutely right. If a person wants to ball, he wants to ball. That should be the only question he asks-Does he want to fuck."
"That is utterly disgusting." Marva shook her head.
"So you haven't really changed. I mean, I thought you had."
"It was only temporary."
"Oh sure, now that you've had a chance to think about it, the old hangups have returned."
"You might refer to them as hangups," Marva replied. "I refer to them as morals."
"Oh, horseshit. Andy got, up disgustedly from the chair. "I was going to have a cup of coffee, but screw it. I'm going to the office."
"You're going to be a little late."
"Oh, I know. So what? I'll take care of my workload. Even if I have to stay late."
"I think your attitude about this whole thing is disgusting," Marva said.
"At least I'm not a hypocrite," Andy shot back as he walked toward the door.
"You're calling me a hypocrite?" Marva raised her voice dramatically.
"If the shoe fits, baby, then you can damned well wear it. Hell, nobody forced you to ball with Ken and Tracy. You did it because you enjoyed it, but you're not woman enough to admit that to yourself today. No, you've got to blame it on the booze. I've met people like you before. It's really disgusting."
"If I'm all that disgusting, then I wish you'd leave me. I wouldn't want to subject you to all this grave discomfort."
"I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of a big scene, baby. I know that that's what you're going for today. Just go back to bed and sleep it off. That hangover will go away. You see, you're lucky enough that you don't have to go to work."
"Oh yes, you're going to work," she. replied sarcastically. "That means you'll be seeing Tracy, isn't that right?"
"Yes, that's right."
"I'll bet after last night you two will really begin to hit it off now at the office."
"I guess I might just as well do what I've been accused of having done for a long time. As long as you're going to imagine me balling Tracy, I might just as well go ahead and do it."
"Get out of here," Marva shrieked.
"Gladly, you temperamental little clown." Andy burst into laughter, closing the door behind him.
As Andy got into his car and began to drive to work, he got to thinking about Tracy.
She had looked beautiful the night before, and he wondered just how she had held up in the aftermath of that wild session.
He noticed that his wife Marva did not look like her normally attractive self that day, and he wondered if Tracy would also be showing the effects of the drinking and the screwing.
As he drove toward the office, Andy realized he was feeling tremendous anticipation over the prospect of seeing Tracy again. The fact that he had fucked her the past evening made the idea of meeting her that much more enticing.
He wondered just how Tracy would react to him in the aftermath of that wild sex encounter.
He walked into the office, arriving at Tracy's desk, which was situated just outside his office proper.
He observed Tracy sitting at the typewriter with a letter that he had dictated late the previous. afternoon.
She had a strictly businesslike look on her face, and he could see as he moved toward her that she didn't appear to show any ill effects from the bout the evening before.
He was amazed to observe just how bright-eyed her expression was that morning.
"Good morning, Tracy," he smiled.
"Hello there," she looked at him and grinned. "How are you feeling?"
"I've got a little bit of a headache, I'm sorry to say."
"Oh, I am sorry to hear that."
"You look just great."
"Oh, yes, I always do after some nice brisk sex. You know, Andy, you're a very sexy man."
"The sexiness was brought out of me by your beauty," Andy came over and whispered in her ear.
"Oh, that's so sweet of you to say. Well, I guess I'd better get back to this letter. I'm a little behind."
"Yes, and I'll have some dictation for you as soon as you're finished. How many more letters do you have to go this morning?"
"Well, about four."
"Okay, then we ought to be getting into full swing this afternoon."
"Oh yes. I was afraid you weren't going to show up today. I was starting to get worried."
"No, I'll cap if I'm not going to show."
"That's what I figured. But you know how it is. You could have been in an accident. It could have been any one of a number of things. I'm really happy to see you."
"The feeling is mutual, Tracy," he smiled affectionately at her as he walked into his office.
As Andy sat down behind his desk, he recognized that he was sporting an erection. All it had taken was that little bit of intimate conversation with gorgeous Tracy.
He wondered how Ken managed to live with such a sexy woman. He kept envisioning himself wanting to have sex with her all the time, in which case he wouldn't get anything else done.
He was attempting to concentrate on his work, and he knew he had-to make a number of calls that morning pertaining to prospective loans, but he wasn't in the mood at all.
His thoughts had earlier been dominated by the argument he had had with Marva, but now he wasn't thinking about Marva at all. His thoughts were focused exclusively on Tracy, who was sitting in the adjoining room faithfully pounding the typewriter keys as he sat there with a hard-on.
The more he thought about Tracy's beautiful nude body, the harder his penis became and the more difficult it was to concentrate on his work.
If he had his way, he thought, if he weren't restricted, he would just tear his clothes off, then walk into the other room and strip Tracy completely nude.
He wanted to fuck her that very moment, and it frustrated the hell out of him to recognize that he couldn't.
He began to wonder just how many liberties Tracy would permit him now that they had had sex. She had candidly admitted the evening before that she had thought about sex with him for quite some time. Maybe he could get regular sex with her, the kind of sex that he was deprived of by his own wife.
It was just possible, he thought, that he could have the best of both worlds. Maybe he could have beautiful unrestricted sex with Tracy, the kind of sex he wanted, totally devoid of any hangups; then he could augment these activities with some encounters at home, with Marva.
These thoughts kept flitting through his brain as he sat there at his desk.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Andy had an enormous hard-on as he sat across the table from Tracy.
He had been like an animal locked in a cage through the latter stages of that morning. He kept thinking about the evening before and how uninhibitedly Tracy had performed with him.
It made him long for more of the same, and with such distraction it was next to impossible for him to get any work done.
He had made a few routine calls concerning loans, but had deliberately put off the important calls for that afternoon, since he didn't feel he could negotiate at his most intelligent level.
His legs were twisting nervously underneath the table. All the while he kept thinking about that prick of his, which was as hard as a rock, just waiting for an opportunity to burst inside this gorgeous hunk of woman.
Tracy was looking at him demurely, showing her even white teeth every now and then as she smiled.
He watched the dainty way in which she attacked the French fries on her plate with her fork, and the manner in which she would pick up her sandwich and take a small bite, then put it down.
Every now and then, Andy would sneak a peek down underneath the table, where he could observe those sleek, trim legs of hers.
Much to his satisfaction, she was clad in a light-blue miniskirt, which gave hint the satisfactory opportunity to view her lovely legs in their most revealing manner.
He would also look periodically in the direction of her powder-blue blouse, getting a good look at her jutting breasts in the process.
He recalled how effectively he had moved those nervous fingers of his the night before around her breasts and nipples. He had become immersed In that beautiful action, and he needed more of the same right now. That was what his cock was crying for right now. It was feeling suppressed, and it wouldn't be able to rest until it exploded.
As he sat there looking at beautiful Tracy, he knew that he would have to have sex with her later that day. There was .no getting around it. He didn't want to leave the office until he accomplished that objective.
"So, are you ready to take some dictation this afternoon, young lady?" Andy looked at his lovely blonde secretary and smiled.
"Oh yes, I'm caught up now."
"You're a pretty incredible girl. 1 came in this morning, my head knotted up and all, feeling lousy with a hangover, and you were calmly working away, looking like you had had twelve hours' steep."
"Oh, I'm used to these little espisodes." Tracy smiled. 'Besides, if there's one thing that keeps me young, it's sex."
"What the hell, you are young. You couldn't be much over twenty."
"I did graduage from college last year," she grinned. "I'll be twenty-three next month."
"That's pretty young by my standards."
"Oh, sure it is. But I feel sixteen."
"I see. I guess it's all relative."
"There's something about the mystique of a huge cock that really does something for me."
"Speaking of mystique, my prick is pretty hard right now."
"Should I do you at this moment?" she looked around the room.
"Too risky," he shook his head. "Thanks for the thought, though."
"I hoped you'd say that. I might be a wild gal, but I don't want to do anything quite that brazen."
"No, that would be pushing it a little too far. I do wish that we could maybe get together after work tonight for a few minutes."
"Ken is expecting me home for dinner. He's very restless, you know, when he doesn't have his dinner on the table. He's a male chauvinist when it comes to that."
"I understand. What I have in mind wouldn't take long."
"Perhaps a little wrestling match inside your office," she giggled.
"You get the idea. Damn, I need to get my cock off. I'm sure your husband has come to you in the same kind of urgent mood some-times."
"Oh yes. Ken seems to be perpetually horny."
"I would imagine that would be symptomatic from just being around you. I think my prick would be standing on end twenty-four hours a day in your presence.
"Oh, just because you want a piece of ass, doesn't mean that you have to overdo it," she laughed.
"I'm not overdoing a damned thing," Andy replied emphatically. "That's just the way you strike me. I didn't have the guts to let myself go before. I wouldn't have thought of making a pass at you before, even though I wanted to all these months. But now everything is out in the open, and it's really beautiful."
"Just like Ken said, there's a lot of hyprocisy in the world, and once you tear the veil off, you feel a lot better. Isn't that so?"
"No question about it."
"How is Marva this morning?"
"Oh, she was holding up pretty well," Andy lied, ashamed to tell Tracy about how Marva had reverted back to her old self.
"She really let herself go last night."
"Yes, she did, and I'm indebted to both you and Ken for that. She needed to learn a few lessons about the facts of life."
"Yes. It was unfortunate. I mean, she's such a beautiful woman. I know I wanted to fuck her from the first second I saw her."
"You were turned on by her that fast?"
"Oh yes, but I wouldn't have said anything. You know, you were my boss and all. And on top of that, I figured I could destroy any future chances of screwing her by making a silly statement.
"That's right. You really would have turned her off if you had said anything out of the way."
"I know human nature well enough to realize that."
"For a gal who just graduated from college, you're really pretty shrewd in the ways of the world."
"Oh, I owe a lot of that to Ken. He straightened me out a good deal."
"Well, he's right on. And I'm glad to see that you two are having so much fun in life. When you want to get together with another couple, you do it. You don't sit around and wish, like so many other people."
"No. Life's too short, as far as we're concerned. If we want to fuck, that's it, we fuck."
Now they quickly finished their meal, after which they walked back to the office.
Andy's cock continued dancing around inside his trousers, and as they were walking back to the office, Tracy looked down at his crotch several times.
"I can see that you really do have a bulge down there," she laughed.
"Yeah. And it's no joking matter when you're that hard."
"That's what my Ken always says."
"I just hope that we can get in a little fucking before we leave today."
"I'll make a note of that on my afternoon appointment schedule," Tracy looked at Andy and winked.
Andy had a good deal of difficulty concentrating on anything that afternoon. Even though the headache was beginning to drift into oblivion, the hard-on wouldn't. He kept thinking about beautiful Tracy.
He completed the dictation and made the telephone calls that he had put off in the morning. After he finished, and as the day was coming to a close, he walked over toward Tracy's desk.
Andy leaned forward and whispered confidentially in her ear:
"As soon as everyone else leaves, you just come into my office."
She went on typing the letter she was working on, looked up at him and nodded.
It wasn't until five-thirty that the office finally cleared out.
With the departure of the last worker, Andy, more impatient than ever, cock bulging nervously, walked toward Tracy.
"Well, I guess it's just you and me now," he smiled.
"Okay, in your office, I suppose," she nodded.
"Yes. The work day is at an end and now it's time for a little play."
"By the size of that bulge in your trousers, I'd say you're ready for it."
"I'd say you're right," Andy smiled as he looked down at his huge erection.
He watched as Tracy got up from her seat and began walking toward the office.
He liked the way those cute asscheeks of hers were swaying. He could hardly wait to get her completely nude, strip off the blouse and mini-skirt, then let his fingers glide ever so vigorously around her buttocks.
She entered the office first, and he followed a few steps behind, closing the door behind him and securely locking it.
"Over on the couch," he winked.
"Is that what you call a convertible sofa?"
"Yes, but for our purposes it's a fuckable sofa."
Tracy smiled, watching as Andy walked toward the sofa. He unfastened it, letting it collapse into a bed.
"That's what I call service," Tracy laughed, throwing her beautiful petite body onto the collapsible sofa.
"I'm going to strip you, baby. I'm going to take off every stitch," Andy began panting. "Then I'm going to give you a fuck you're never going to forget."
"Oh, I like it when a man sounds this determined."
"With a chick as gorgeous as you and with my prick as hard as it is, there is absolutely no room for compromise. You're going to get a convincing tuck."
Now his fingers were all over Tracy, manoeuvering eagerly inside her blouse. He squeezed those breasts that he loved to touch, then permitted his fingertips to toy ever so gently with her nipples.
"Oh, that really sends the tingles through me," she sighed.
"It sends a few through me too, and you know where."
"Yes, right down there between your legs."
"Right. Where it-really counts."
He toyed with Tracy's breasts and nipples for several minutes, then moved his fingers out of her blouse. He knew he had to remove it quickly, and he did so with two quick tugs.
He then focused his efforts on her bra. With convincing skill, Andy worked his fingers against her bra straps, undoing them, then getting ready to put his fingers to work once more.
Back and forth he began to manipulate his fingers with great energy. Tracy could tell from the way he was speeding up the process just how badly be needed sex.
Tracy was pretty shrewd when it came to screwing, having had a good deal of experience ever since she had met Ken. She realized the mood of a man predicted how quickly or slowly he would manipulate her body. If he did so in a thorough, methodical fashion, it meant he could wait to orgasm, and was going to let the romantic string play itself out. If, as in the cur-rent case with Andy, he felt a compelling urge to explode his hot pecker juices, then he would manipulate his fingers swiftly.
With great speed, Andy put the fingers of both hands to work convincingly on her hot breasts. He was twisting with stirring rapidity, letting the sensations multiply within Tracy's gorgeous body.
"You're really moving your fingers," she sighed. "Keep them moving on my tits, baby. Oh, you're really fastening on these nipples of mine. It tickles, baby. Oh, how it tickles! I love those finger movements. Come on, honey, and keep it going. Oh, baby, sweetheart, keep your fingers moving. Oh, don't stop now. You've got little Tracy all hot down there between her legs. I'm steaming, baby, and those fingers of yours. are doing the job!"
Andy kept up the finger manipulation around her nipples until he decided that it was time for him to finish removing her clothing. So he let his fingers drop down from her nipples to her miniskirt, which had been such a fascination for his eyes during the course of the entire day.
He unzipped it with trembling fingers, then pulled downward quickly. He just had to remove it, and then get his fingers to work on her panties.
As he let the mini slide down toward the rug, Andy immediately put his fingers to work on Tracy's panties. He was sliding his fingers around the silky substance, and as he did so, she lay back comfortably and sighed.
"Oh, sweetheart, come on and take off my panties," she implored. "I'm so hot down there. I really need some tongue action in my pussy. Come on and work your tongue around my snatch, baby. I really need that kind of beautiful action. Come on and work that tongue."
Her legs were trembling more than before and Andy recognized just how inflamed with passion Tracy was becoming. He removed her panties, then let his head drop down between her beautiful legs.
Andy reached out and grabbed her ankles, parting them ever so gingerly, then letting his tongue begin to work against her pubic hairs.
He wanted to tantalize her pussy for a while with his tongue, recognizing that that would provide her with some more fascinating kicks.
He worked his tongue over her musky pussy hairs for several moments, then began to slide it inside her pink vagina.
Andy began working his tongue with greater rapidity, stepping up the pace dramatically as he began to move her closer to climax.
"Stick with it," Tracy exclaimed. "Work that tongue around there, baby. Oh, my cunt's on fire. Slide that tongue, honey. Oh, that's it, keep moving it from side to side. Keep darting it around my snatch. Oh, my hot snatch, baby! You really know how to work your tongue. Keep it up, sweetheart! Oh, I really like it!"
Back and forth Andy permitted his tongue to dart, clutching his fingers around those asscheeks that he had admired from a distance all day.
It gave him a feeling of great accomplishment to know that his fingers were probing ever so energetically against Tracy's stunning asscheeks. The flesh was firm and warm, and every time that his fingers manipulated against it, his prick became more unrestrainedly tumid.
Back and forth he was working his tongue, and the longer he did so, the closer he drove her to climax.
It was just a question of how long he could retain his juices. Pretty soon he would just have to stick that prick of his inside her, and that would constitute the great climax of the after-noon.
But for the moment Andy was content to play with her pussy, driving his tongue at a fervent pace inside her mound.
He could begin to taste tiny droplets of juice, and he realized that it constituted no more than a prelude to the explosion that he was waiting for.
Her legs were sliding back and forth, and he continued to pinch her firm buttocks as his tongue busily slid around her snatch.
Tracy was reduced to nothing more than. a series of sighs now as Andy continued to tongue her, driving her to the maximum extent possible with his blazing tongue.
"Eat me, eat me," she impored softly,
He answered the challenge, working his tongue feverishly against her box, pushing her that much closer to climax.
Suddenly Tracy let out one loud deep sigh, at which point Andy recognized that the moment had arrived, the moment which he would be licking hot juices from her snatch.
He gobbled with great diligence, happy to be receiving those droplets of her sweet nectar.
As he released his tongue from her mound, he exclaimed: "Now it's time to get that prick of mine in high gear!"
"It looks like it's ready."
"It's never been more prepared, as you can see."
"Oh, do you want me to take it out and play with it?"
"Just a second. I'll get it."
"How about taking off all your clothes, baby? It might make things more romantic."
"No, I don't need to do that. Just wait, honey. I've got a fantastic sex act for you."
Tracy was lying there, legs spread, ready for anything. She could tell from the fiery expression in his eyes that Andy needed an explosion badly, and right away.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tracy watched with great interest as Andy quickly unzipped his trousers.
Her eyes lit up with passion as she observed him moving his fingers inside his trousers, then pulling on his hot energetic dick with his right hand.
He was pulling on it proudly, showing it to her.
"There you are," he grinned. "What do you think of it?"
"Oh, I want it."
"I want to mouth-fuck you, baby. I want to stick this thing deep in your throat. Can you take a good throat fuck?"
"Oh, I've gotten them many times," she chuckled. "It's one of my favorite ways of doing it. It's like a combination of a cunt fuck and a blow job."
"That's what I like about it," Andy nodded. "My damned wife would never think of giving me anything like that."
"Oh, I think she might now," Tracy exclaimed.
"Perhaps, but I wouldn't count on it," he said sarcastically. "The thing that I'm really concerned about is shoving this prick of mine into your mouth. You know, I got it from a whore one time when I was in the Army. I never forgot it. I really wanted it again that way, but I could never find anybody who would do it with me. It's great to know that I've found some-body."
"Oh yes, you've got a beautiful cock. You'll give me a great ride."
"I'm going to control the action with this dick of mine."
"Go ahead, honey. Shove it in. I'm ready." "That's good. I'm all for that."
Andy glided his body onto the makeshift bed with her. He parted his legs, letting his cock come to a rest just above her mouth.
"Now I've got the right angle," he said. "All I've got to do is shove this meat into your mouth."
"Oh yes, and I really want it."
"Just get set, sweetheart. It's going to be just beautiful."
Andy worked his huge prick downward, con-trolling his movements ever so slightly by holding onto his prick with his right hand.
He was thrusting his steaming pecker down toward her mouth, and as it moved closer to her, Tracy opened her mouth, preparing to receive it.
"That's it, baby, you're all set," Andy said. "And I'm going to plunge this pecker into your mouth. Are you ever going to get a mouth fuck, baby! I'm going to realty flick this body of mine, and I'm going to play with your tits while I'm flicking you."
He made his initial penetration inside her mouth with his flaming penis.
Andy's prick was swelling with anxiety as he moved it ever deeper inside her mouth. As he did so, he reached out and began to toy with Tracy's breasts.
He moved his fingers around skillfully, manipulating them as he plunged his prick ever deeper inside her mouth.
"Ah, this is going to be some throat fuck," he said optimistically, "I've been waiting for a long time for this, sweetheart, and now I'm going to get it. Oh, I'm going to shove it all the way into your tonsils, baby. This is going to be a fuck to end all fucks."
He was plunging his turgid prick ever deeper into her mouth, driving it with pulsating passion into the innermost depths of her mouth.
As he plunged his huge toot deeper, he began to manipulate his hips skillfully, permitting them to slide back and forth as he kept up the stirring pace.
He was driving his prick with everything he had, pushing and plunging it deeply within her.
As he kept up the movements, he accelerated the pace of his finger action, manipulating his fingers skillfully around her tits.
He was pinching and sliding her melons, letting the brisk contact continue as his cock bolted ever deeper into her mouth.
Andy had things completely under control, working his prick with passionate intensity deep inside her mouth as he gave it everything he had.
He could feel the hot itch beginning to accelerate all the more inside his balls. They were bulging, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before they would have to explode in the form of a spirited orgasm. Furthermore, he was enjoying every hot stroke that he was putting forward with his raging prick, driving it with great rapidity inside her mouth.
Back and forth the hot action continued, and now he thought about what Tracy had said before he had entered her mouth. She had told him that a throat fuck was very much like a pussy fuck, and he could see how true that was.
Now the hot pace was accelerating even more, and his asscheeks were flipping back and forth while his fingers made steady contact with her nipples.
He knew now that he was only a few hot strokes away from the pulsating climax, and with that objective in mind, he kept on pushing and plunging his blazing stick as deeply as he knew how, pushing it into the cavernous depths of her tight throat.
"What a sensation," he gasped. "What a fuck. Oh, this is the greatest blow job of all."
As he moved into the final few strokes preceding climax, Andy reached down and began to pinch Tracy's nipples. He enjoyed probing her skin, and now he was only a few brief strokes away from exploding those inflamed juices of his inside her mouth.
Several hot stabs later, he was unable to hold back any longer. He felt the burning itchiness in his balls; then the droplets of hot white juice beginning to spill out of the end of his bulging pecker and toward her mouth.
The juices splashed voluminously, and Tracy did her best to swallow every drop that came her way.
Since she was being deluged to such an extent, and since she was having a good deal of difficulty breathing, a few of his hot spurts splashed out the sides of her mouth, but she was able to hold onto most of his hot, savory load.
"Stick with it, baby, eat every drop of my juicy cum!" he exclaimed, continuing to toy with her nipples. "You know where it's at, sweetheart. You like to eat cum. Come. on and eat that hot prick juice: You'll love it, baby. you'll absolutely love it."
He watched Tracy's mouth suck his cock, happy that he was able to muster such a hot load, especially since he had been involved in such a wild orgy less than twenty-four hours earlier.
"I would have to say you were hot," Tracy sighed as she got up from the sofa.
"I told you I needed that pussy of yours."
"It seems like you needed my mouth even more," she laughed, slipping into her panties quickly.
"I suppose so," he nodded, slumping down into a swivel chair behind his desk and putting his feet up on the desk. "I need to catch My breath a little, baby. You really sucked out that juice, I'll say that for you."
"There was enough of it there, and, unfortunately, I had to spill a little bit. It just came at me too fast."
"You're forgiven."
"I wanted every drop. If there's one thing I enjoy, it's a nice liquid lunch."
"That's a good way of putting it," Andy laughed. "A liquid lunch. There's plenty of protein in that cock of mine, isn't there?"
"Oh yes. It's a great diet for health addicts like me."
Once more Andy laughed, this time reaching out and slapping his knee with his open right hand.
He was feeling like a young, carefree man, the kind of. man he had been the day that he had throat-fucked before, when he was in the Army.
He hated to see it all come to an end. And he realized, as Tracy continued dressing, just how badly he would miss her.
Sure. he would see her the next day, but he wouldn't see her that evening. He only wished that he could get away from Marva, at least for the time being. She had given him such a rough time that morning.
As Tracy finished dressing and prepared to leave the office, he thought about Marva. He wondered if she had gotten over those guilt hangups that had plagued her so badly that morning.
He decided that, if Marva was in a bad mood, he would go out and have a few drinks. Any-thing to get away from the turbulence of an evening with frustrated Marva.
"Good night, Andy," Tracy smiled as she opened the office door.
"Not too good," she grinned. "That's really not much fun."
"Okay, just see to it that too many cocks don't get stuck in your cockpit at one time."
"All right, I'll do my best."
He listened to Tracy's footsteps as she left the office. They grew more and more faint, then ceased to exist at all.
Andy couldn't help but feel a keen measure of sadness. He had enjoyed the session tremendously, and now he would have to go back to Marva, facing he knew not what.
As he left the building and got into his car, driving out of the parking lot, he remembered how Marva had shouted at him that morning.
It bothered Andy to think that the sex experiences of the previous evening might make his wife even more difficult to live with.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
They were flying high above the city of Las Vegas.
The glittering lights of the city shone below as the jet swooped downward, preparing to land at McCarran Field.
It had been a smooth flight from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, and the longer that Andy looked over and admired Tracy, the harder his penis became.
Things had been deteriorating steadily in his marriage, but fortunately Tracy had been there to pick up the slack.
He was taking her to a weekend convention in Las Vegas, one which would be attended by a number of savings and loan officers throughout the United States. He had her along in the official position of his secretary, but they both knew that her basic activity related to the field of sex. He was hot for her, hungry for action, and he could hardly wait until he got her into the hotel room, at which point they would engage in a spirited fuck.
The plane was getting set to land and Andy picked up his champagne glass, pressing it to his lips and finishing its contents.
"Honey, I sure like having you along," Andy said. "It sure beats having damned pain-in-thetas Marva along. She'd be arguing every time I wanted her to have sex with me. That's the kind of thing that really pisses me off."
"I'm happy to be here. And do I ever love fucking with you. There's one thing about you, Andy. You put your heart and soul in every screw."
"Yeah, I do," he grinned. "I get pretty horny, not getting the kind of action I want at home."
"I'll say one thing for you. When you go to town, that cock of yours is unstoppable."
"I'm sure happy that Ken is as liberal-minded a guy as he is. I can't imagine many guys being groovy enough to let their wife accompany the boss for a weekend in Las Vegas."
"He likes you," Tracy exclaimed, finishing her champagne and setting the glass down before her. "You see, he feels sorry for you too."
"Why is that?"
"Oh, I've been keeping him filled in on Marva. He was really surprised, too."
"Why did he find her actions so surprising?"
"Because he figured she was on the right track after that screwing session we had," Tracy explained. "He told me that usually after a person has let herself go, she then normally goes forward, instead of reverting back to where they were before. But in Marva's case, she went right back into her old shell."
"Don't I ever know it," Andy said bitterly.
"Well, I guess that's the way it goes."
"She really burns the hell out of nit," Andy shook his head. "She acts like that pussy of hers is so goddamn precious. I mean, even if I am married to her, she acts like it's a big thing if she puts out. And I've really heard it many times about that night. Oh, you'd think that I forced her at gunpoint to have sex."
"I'm awfully sorry that you got into trouble over it."
"Don't be sorry about a thing," Andy quickly replied. "After all, if we hadn't had that wild orgy, if we hadn't gone all the way, I probably never would have fucked you."
"That could very well be."
"Certainly. And bear that in mind. So let's forget about Marva. I'd just as soon leave her behind. I'm thinking about you, honey."
"I'm glad to hear that," Tracy said.
As the jet touched down on the landing strip, Tracy was reaching down beneath the seat and tickling Andy's balls.
His whole body began to vibrate in instinctive response to her fingers' efforts.
"Boy, that feels good," he chuckled softly
"You like that action?"
"Oh yes. That's good."
"I'm just massaging you a little, baby. I'm getting you all set for the action in the hotel."
"I'm ready to go all out for you, sweetheart, just like I always am. That prick of mine is all set to make contact with your beautiful body."
"Fine, and I'11 make sure that I keep it nice and warm for you."
A few minutes later they disembarked from the plane, catching a cab, which took them to Caesar's Palace, where they would be staying over the weekend,
Andy made certain that he took out a suite with a huge king-sized bed. He wanted plenty of room for the sex action, and he was planning to miss as many meetings as he could possibly get away with during the weekend. He would miss some altogether, white attending others infrequently.
As they rode in the cab, Tracy once more made her presence felt. As they sat in the back, she reached down and tickled his balls again, causing the hot sensations within Andy to multiply.
Finally they arrived at Caesar's Palace, stop-ping at one of the cocktail lounges long enough to have a drink.
"This is just a little fuel to add to the fire," Andy smiled. "Sometimes a little liquor is good to loosen you up."
"Of course, but we already had the champagne."
"Yes. But this is just a little frosting to addle the cake. A little breathing spell, baby. Soon we'll be balling our heads off."
"Yes, and I've got some beautiful sensations stored up for you."
''I'll just bet you have."
Soon they were atone in the spacious bed-room, and quickly they removed their clothes.
They looked at each other in the romantic darkness of the room, after which their bodies collided.
Andy was running the fingers of his right hand over Tracy's breasts, letting the hand sweep over one breast, then the other.
As the finger movements continued at a brisk clip, Andy leaned his head forward, allowing his lips to clash thunderously with hers.
Their lips were locked with fervent passion, and as they remained pressed against one another, Andy switched his finger activity down to Tracy's creamy white buttocks.
He let his fingers grip Tracy's asscheeks energetically, after which he decided to glide her body downward into the bed with him.
They landed on the huge, soft bed with a thud, rolling over one another with passionate bliss.
Their bodies twisted and turned with mounting anxiety as Andy removed his lips from hers.
"Now I'm going to let my tongue go inside your mouth," he said. "I want to French with you, baby. I really want to give you some beautiful action. Oh, am I going to fuck you. Am I ever going to stick my prick into you!
He was letting his tongue slide inside Tracy's mouth. Their tongues splashed against one another with consistent grace, and as they did so, he continued to let his fingers work feverishly around her asscheeks.
As the tongue-kissing continued, and as their bodies became all the warmer from the hot passions that were accelerating within them, Andy reached down with his right index finger and let it slide gracefully inside Tracy's asshole.
He wanted some brisk sensations inside her anus, and now he was stabbing that hot finger of his high inside her asshole.
He drove it at an earnest clip, permitting his finger to manipulate high and deep inside her.
The longer he kept up the fervent finger-fucking, flipping his finger in and out of her asshole, the hotter they both became. Andy knew precisely what he wanted to do. He was going to get her hot inside that asshole and was willing to manipulate his finger for just as long as he had to to accomplish that specific purpose.
Back and forth Andy was plunging his hot finger inside Tracy's ass, while he continued, to swirl his tongue around within her mouth.
She was scarcely able to breathe, becoming dazed with the level of activity that was taking place. He was getting her hotter by the moment and knew that soon he would have to let his penis go to work on her.
Andy could feel the mounting tingles of sensation in his cock and balls. Through it all he continued working his tongue feverishly inside her mouth.
Andy finally removed his finger from her asshole and his tongue from her mouth.
"I'm going to fuck your ass," he told her manfully.
"Oh, you've never done it to me before."
"There's always a first time, isn't there?" he smiled.
"Oh yes. I want you to do it.
"That's good. I figured you'd dig it."
"I always like getting a hot cock up my asshole. It's such a wonderful sensation."
"Hang on, baby, because it's going to be yours."
"Oh, possess me, sweetheart. Drive that hot dick of yours inside me. Oh, do I ever want it."
"Just hold on, baby. I'm going to see that you get those hot sensations."
He grabbed Tracy by the thighs, spreading her legs eagerly. Andy thrust his penis forward, letting it slide inside her asshole.
He gripped her thighs, throwing them around his shoulders as he lunged forward, ready to piston that burning spear of his inside her hot asshole.
Back and forth he was systematically stabbing her, enjoying the thrills of those movements. That ass of hers was good and tight, and he enjoyed making stimulating contact with it by plunging his spear deep inside her.
"Oh, that's so good!" he exclaimed.
While his prick continued to bury itself ever deeper inside her anus, he reached out and grabbed her thighs, letting his fingers dig into them furiously.
He continued to allow his fingers to clutch those thighs of hers as he kept up his burning pace, driving his penis deep into the very being of her.
Tracy's whole body was quivering with every brisk stab that he put forth, and now he felt tingles of orgasmic anxiety mounting within him. He knew that it wouldn't take much longer before the hot white volcanic lava would be spilling eagerly out of the end of his burning stick and-into her hot asshole.
Thunderously he kept up the pace, now sending his surging tool as deeply inside her as he was able to penetrate.
He plunged his pecker into her, driving it high into her rectum as he kept up the fantastic action.
Back and forth Andy was stabbing with great conviction, determined to explode those juices of his inside her.
With every searing thrust, he felt himself driving that much closer toward orgasm.
His fingers continued to clutch her thighs with fervent determination as he plunged his prick into her rectum, pummeling Tracy with every ounce of energy he possessed, thrusting with every bit of power he could summon.
Now his heart was palpitating swiftly, and he was growing short of breath from the furious pace that he was maintaining.
He was just a few hot strokes removed from exploding, and as he pumped his prick deep into her, Andy realized that he was enjoying one of the best fucks he had ever experienced in his life.
Even though Tracy's husband Ken had humped his cock inside Mart's anus, Andy himself had never had the privilege. But he was making up for lost time now, and he was enjoying himself fully as he kept on stabbing that prick of his deep inside Tracy's hot asshole.
Now Tracy was trembling with great eagerness, getting set for the moment of orgasmic satisfaction that would be occurring shortly.
As he moved into the closing stages of the act, Andy slipped his fingers from her thighs to her asscheeks.
He was squeezing her hot buns with great determination, all the while plunging his feverish pecker deep inside her asshole.
"Oh, I've got to get inside your mouth once more," Andy exclaimed. "I want to French you while I'm shooting. Oh, that would be so beautiful, baby, it will be so great to be tonguing you when I explode."
As the hot stabs continued, he leaned forward and flipped his tongue energetically inside Tracy's mouth.
Tongues collided with great enthusiasm as he plunged the pecker into her asshole, working his way toward an enthusiastic climax.
Several hot strokes later, as his tongue clashed with hers, as they bathed in each other's glorious saliva, the hot spurting drops of white juice spilled eagerly out of the end of his searing prick and into her asshole.
Now his whole body was quivering with a feeling of satisfaction, as the act was completed and the juicy cum spilled from the end of his pecker into her waiting asshole.
It was as delightful a fuck as he had ever experienced in his fife, and Andy felt gloriously satisfied as. he released his tongue from her mouth and removed his prick from her blazing asshole.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It had been a warm afternoon in Pacific Palisades, and Marva Mitchell was entering the house after taking a swim.
She toweled herself off briskly, wiggling sensuously in her glistening white bikini as she entered the house.
Her body was beautifully tanned, and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized just how enticing she was.
The browned texture of her skin gave an added dimension to her already overpowering beauty, and as the doorbell rang, she walked quickly toward the door to answer it.
Standing in the doorway was the television repairman whom she had summoned to the house to look at their color set.
"Good afternoon, ma'am**' the tall, hand-some repairman said.
He was holding his tool kit in his right hand. "Are you Mrs. Mitchell?" he asked.
"That's right."
"I'm here to fix your set."
"Oh, please come in."
As Marva opened the door to grant the repairman access to the house, she observed the manner in which he looked at her. He looked to be in his early forties, and was greying slightly at the temples, but he had a virile, sexy aura about him that she definitely liked. It made her feel good to know that he was eyeing her beautiful bikini-clad form.
"By the way, I wish you'd call me Marva," she smiled.
"Fair enough. My name is Roger Garner."
"Fine, Roger. It's a real pleasure meeting you."
"Same here, Marva."
"The set is right this way." She led him quickly into the den. "It isn't in real bad shape, but the color isn't what it was before. I mean, it seems to be deteriorating somewhat. It's nothing I can explain. It's just something you'll have to see when you turn the set on."
"Might be a fine-tuning problem," Roger nodded as he reached the den.
He set down his tool kit, then got behind the set, beginning to fiddle with it.
Marva stood there watching him for a while, then decided that she would do a good turn.
"Listen, it's kind of warm," she said. "I was thinking about having a beer. How about me getting a couple, one for you?"
"I usually don't drink on the job," Roger said apologetically.
"Oh, it's such a warm day, and it looks like you're sweating a little."
"Yeah, I've had quite a few runs today."
"Then how about me getting you that beer?" "I guess one won't hurt," he finally broke down.
"Of course it won't."
She disappeared into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and taking out two cans-of beer. She opened the cans and poured the contents into two glasses.
Her marriage was disintegrating rapidly. She continued to feel that her husband was carrying on blatantly with Tracy, and it bugged her. Every now and then he would ask her for sex, and if he couldn't have it on his own terms, he wasn't even interested.
Whereas at one time he was willing to make a few compromises in sex, she thought, now he was almost totally unwilling. And that was really burning her up.
As she finished pouring the beer, she couldn't help but think that this television repair man, Roger Gamer, was a good-looking fellow. She wondered if she could get him interested in fucking her.
It would at least be Interesting to act friendly toward him, and to determine from there just how bold Roger would get.;
She was walking into the den, a glass of beer in each hand.
"Here's your beer," she said, handing him one of the glasses.
"Oh, thanks a lot," he smiled. "This does hit the spot on a warm day."
"Yes, it does. That's why I decided you should have it."
"You know, you're a pretty nice gal. I like the fact that you're so accommodating."
"I like the fact that you're such a conscientious repairman."
Roger took a-long sip from the glass, then went back to his work.
She sat down in a chair, watching Roger as he continued to work.
A few minutes later, he got up and pro-claimed:
"I did it. Now it's working properly again. Have a took."
"You know, you're right. It looks great now. Just the way it used to."
"So that does it."
"What do I owe you?"
"Oh, ten dollars."
"Gosh. For all that work?"
"It really wasn't much," Roger laughed, taking another sip from the glass. "As a matter of fact, this is the easiest call I've had all day."
"You're really a very good repairman."
"Thank you, Marva. And you're a very nice customer, as well as a beautiful one."
She was crossing those legs of hers ever so sexily. He observed the smooth, trim lines of her legs, and immediately his cock began to harden in his trousers.
"You know, that television set is a very important part of my life," Marva said with a combination of sadness and sarcasm. "What with my marriage as rotten as it is, it's just about all I've got left. It's about my only social contact with the outer world."
"I know what you mean," Roger laughed. "I've got a pretty rotten marriage myself."
"I doubt that it could be as bad as mine."
"Oh, I don't know. It's pretty lousy."
As Marva continued to study Roger carefully, she saw that he was becoming increasingly more
nervous. As his body moved from side to side, she couldn't help but observe a huge erection.
"I really could use a little outside contact," she laughed. "If you know what I mean."
"Gosh, a beautiful girl like you?" he exclaimed. "I wouldn't think it would be any problem to find all kinds of interested men."
"I suppose if I looked, I could. But I don't really savor the prospects of looking around.
"I sure could get interested in somebody like you."
"Tell me more."
"I probably shouldn't get involved in any-thing like this," Roger chuckled nervously. His prick was speaking for him"getting harder than ever down there in his trousers.
"Please sit down, Roger."
Roger sat down next to her, and as he did so, his heart began to beat thunderously.
They eyed each other furtively for several seconds, after which Roger squarely got the message. Now he was plunging his lips passionately against Marva's.
Like two truly hungry souls, they let them-selves go, permitting their lips to lock with passionate grace.
It was Roger who finally released his lips from Marva's, and as he did so, he looked at her and exclaimed:
"Now I've just got to fuck you."
"Of course you do, darling. That's the way I intended it. The bedroom is this way."
Roger watched as Marva led the way into the bedroom. Her asscheeks swayed beautifully as she walked.
He looked down and got another look at those lovely legs. They were so trim, so sensual so superb to look at.
They were both in the bedroom, and Roger immediately took possession of Marva. He threw his arms around her body, then glided her downward toward the bed.
After a series of hot, stabbing kisses, Roger decided that be just had to get into the act itself.
"I've got to fuck you," he exclaimed passionately. "Oh, I've got to get this bathing suit off."
Roger realized that he was behind on his calls, and he still had several more to make during the rest of the day, but he couldn't tear himself 'away from such a beautiful situation.
His fingers were working with superb grace against her bikini top. Several stroking movements later he succeeded in removing the top altogether.
Without even reaching out to touch her breasts, he determinedly let his fingers grip her bikini bottom.
He tugged energetically several times, and then removed the bikini bottom, preparing to manipulate his cock inside her.
As he observed Marva lying there naked, he reached out and grabbed both legs, parting them gingerly.
"Oh, I don't have much-time," he said, "and I want to make the most of it. I'm going to give you a good fuck, baby."
"Come on, baby, and let's make the best of it."
Roger let his fingers glide over her tits, and as he did so, he worked his cock toward her mound.
His fingers were sliding with great exhilaradon against her knockers, while he slid his bloated, electrically alive prick inside her snatch.
His whole body trembled with great excitement and eagerness as he entered her for the first time, and as he began to swing his hips back and forth and begin to deliver those hot, searing cock stabs into her waiting mound, he felt totally alive for the first time in months.
Roger was happy at the prospect of getting fucked by a woman who was this beautiful, a gorgeous, voluptuous female who apparently was as hungry for sex as he was.
Back and forth that sizzling pecker of his stabbed inside her, thrusting pulsatingly through her hot mound.
"Keep riding me, baby," she said. "Keep pouring that steaming pecker of yours into my pussy. Fuck that cunt of mine, baby. I want it. That's it, sweetheart, step up the action. OH! I like the way you're flipping that thing around there. Stab it deep, baby, above it into my gash. Oh, fuck me."
He was shoving his prick into her hot slit with everything he had, thrusting it as he maneuvered his fingers briskly around her tits.
As he continued to maneuver his prick inside hex, his fingers worked with devastating zeal against her hot breasts.
Roger liked her beautiful brown form, and every time that his eyes fastened on her lovely nude body, he became that much hotter and felt that much more fortunate at the prospect of getting to fuck her.
The hot stabs continued unabated, and as he pushed the flaming rod of his ever closer to the pinnacle of climax, his body began to sway.
She was getting a tremendous fuck, and Marva saw that Roger needed it every bit as much as she did. They were two lonely souls who had met by chance, and now they were united in the act of spirited lovemaking.
His asscheeks continued to glide as he stabbed his pecker into her, and as he moved into the finishing stages of the act, she reached out and gripped his buttocks.
"Keep fucking," he gasped. "I'm going to cum baby, I can't hold it back any more."
As he gripped her asscheeks with great feeling, he plunged that inflated spear of his into her slit with every bit of spirited determination that he could muster.
He gasped several times, then neaved a loud sigh as the first few droplets of his orgasm surged out of the end of his blazing cock.
As for Marva, she lay back and enjoyed every hot stab, her body wiggling back and forth as he shot his pecker juices into her.
It was a beautiful orgasm, and as he released the last few droplets of juice she exclaimed softly:
"Thank you, baby."
Now he was releasing his prick from her mound.
"I've got to get going, honey. Sorry I've got to run so fast."
"That's all right. I realize you've got to work for a living," Marva smiled. "Thanks for a great fuck. You don't know how bad I needed it."
"Oh yes, I do," he nodded, zipping up his trousers quickly, then picking up his tool kit. "I can always tell how bad a girl needs it when I fuck her. As you should have guessed, I needed it quite a bit myself."
"Then it's great to have been of service to each other."
"Yes, it was. Take it easy now, Marva."
"You too, Roger."
"If you've got any more TV problems, feel free to call."
"Don't worry, I will.
"As a matter of fact, if you've got other problems you can call as well."
"I'll keep that in mind," she laughed.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Things went at an uneventful pace for the next two weeks for Marva.
She had the usual arguments with Andy, and in the process they drifted even further apart.
As she was watching television one morning, she was interrupted by the sound of the door-bell.
She groaned as she got up and walked toward the door. As of late, she had been bothered by a lot of door-to-door salesmen, and she was deter-mined to get rid of this one quickly.
As she opened the door, however, she was astounded to see Roger, the television repair-man, standing before her.
"Hello there, remember me?" Roger smiled.
"Of course, Roger. What are you doing out this way?"
"I had to stop in the area. I took care of it pretty fast, and I had a little spare time. I thought I might just drop by for a few minutes. That is, provided I'm not interrupting anything."
"Not a thing," she smiled. "Come on in."
Roger entered the house, and she immediately detected the sizeable erection down there in his trousers.
Marva was hungry for action, and this time her attention was focused squarely on Roger's huge prick.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked, closing the door behind her.
"Under ordinary circumstances, maybe I would. But these circumstances aren't ordinary. I need it, baby, and I need it bad."
"Then you came to the right place."
"I'm so glad to hear that."
"Come on into the bedroom, sweetheart."
This time Marva completely took charge, leading her lover into the bedroom, then motioning for him to sit down on the edge of the
"Over there," she said with anxiety.
"What are you fixing to do?" he smiled.
"You just spread those legs of yours and you'll find out."
"Oh, you give head?"
"If I happen to really like the man, I do."
As she dropped down to her knees and reached out toward Roger's zipper, Marva began to recall with great anger how much over-time Andy had been putting in the last few weeks. She didn't believe him one bit when he explained to her that he was being given added responsibilities at the office. Perhaps he was, but she couldn't buy that as the reason why he was staying so late. No, it was Tracy, and she damned well knew it.
She wouldn't give the sonofabitch a head job. No, he wouldn't get that kind of satisfaction from her, she thought, but she certainly could turn on for a guy like Roger. He wasn't trying to put her on. He badly needed sex, and further-more had a rotten marriage, and she could feel for him in that respect.
Those fingers of hers were manipulating his zipper, which she promptly undid.
"Oh, take my prick out," he sighed.
"You just leave everything to me, darling."
"Oh yes. I'm really looking forward to some of that beautiful action."
"Get set for it, because you're really going to get it."
End
He was determined to use it on the man who was being sucked off by his wife.
Andy stalked quickly toward the den, unlocking the drawer with trembling fingers, then picking up the revolver.
He held the piece in his right hand as he walked back toward the bedroom.
The torrid lovers were in the final stages of the sex act.
The repairman was trembling, while sweat poured down his face. He had a look of tense anxiety in his eyes, and his lips were quivering as he got set to unleash the hot juices from his prick.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there," he gasped.
As Andy opened the door, holding the revolver in his right hand, the stream of white liquid poured out into his wife's waiting mouth.
He watched with disgust and humiliation as the woman who would never give him blow jobs was gobbling down energetically every drop of sperm that bolted from her lover's cock.
As she finished digesting the last few droplets, Andy stepped forward, letting them both see him for the first time.
"Okay, you goddamn sonofabitch," he growled, pointing the gun toward Roger. "You'd better say your prayers. I'll give you about five seconds, which is a helluva lot more time than you deserve to live."
"Oh no, please don't," Roger pleaded. "It didn't mean anything. Honest!"
"My God, Andy, you're out of your mind!" Marva began to sob. "Please put that thing down. Put it down!"
"Yeah, I'll leave and never come back," Roger Garner said, throwing himself down on his knees and begging for mercy. "Honest, it didn't mean anything. It was just a little harm-less fun.
"Harmless fun, my ass," Andy barked. "You bastard. I'm going to pull this trigger. I'm going to shoot you in your goddamn head, then I'm going to kill my old lady."
"But you'll ruin everything for yourself," Marva sobbed. "Even if you hate both of us, you'll wreck yourself. You'll spend the rest of your life behind bars. Don't do it!"
"Please don't kill us," Roger whined: "I'11 get out of here. Honest, I will. You'll never see me again."
Now a sadistic little smile slowly played on Andy's lips. He hesitated for a moment, then exclaimed:
"Go, you bastard. Get the hell out of here, and don't ever come back."
"Gladly, gladly," a sputtering Roger Garner said, jumping to his feet and walking swiftly toward the door.
Andy sat down on the edge of the bed. Now a calmness was sweeping over him.
He listened to the sound of Roger's footsteps as he left the house.
He heard the door close behind Roger, then the sound of Roger's truck starting up.
"He got off pretty light," Andy said. "I still feel like killing you, though, you little bitch. No, you couldn't suck me off, but you could sure do it to that guy."
"You treated me badly, honey," she sobbed. "Please give me a chance to live." 178
"All right," he sighed. "I wasn't going to kill you anyway."
He quickly left the room, putting the gun in the drawer, which he promptly locked.
As he walked back into the bedroom, Marva was sobbing bitterly.
"You had this affair with Tracy," she said sadly. "I don't feel like you're mine anymore. Can you see why I'd get disgusted and want to have sex with another man?"
Her answer stopped Andy short. Now he was beginning to see things in perspective. Perhaps if he had been just a little more lenient, then maybe his lovely wife would have been more accommodating in bed.
Now he couldn't help but feel anything other than sorrow and humiliation over what he had done to Marva. He had scared the shit out of the woman he loved.
"Oh, I'm sorry, very sorry," Andy said, tears beginning to come to his eyes.
Andy threw his arms around his wife, kissing ha lips. He let his lips remain passionately locked against hers for several long seconds, and as he withdrew them, he promised:
"I've learned my lesson, honey. I won't play around anymore. Just as long as you'll be a little more cooperative in bed. I made a terrible mistake."
Now that he had made such an admission, Marva was hoping that they could rescue their marriage after all.
At least she was determined to try, with every ounce of conviction within her.
Marva unzipped Andy's fly. Her fingers curled inside his shorts and worked his rising hard-on out into the open. She lowered her lips to the rubbery head, and gave it one long lick before she began to suck on it in earnest.