"I don't think it's too much to ask, Doctor. I've done things like that for him. He could at least return the favor once in a while. Besides, I made it myself. And I was the one who put it on. All I wanted him to do was lick it off. Really! I don't think it would have bothered him all that much. It was homemade, too. Oh, I get a tingle just thinking about how nice it could have been....
"But no, Ralph, he had to go and ruin it. He thought eating whip cream off my pussy was disgusting or something. Well, let me tell you, if he can't eat my pie every now and then I don't know what I'm going to do. God only knows how many times I've sucked on that hog-head of his. Jesus! I must have gone down on it about a thousand times. And that's no lie, Doctor! I've sucked off that big mushroom cap about a thousand times.
"And do you think that makes any difference to Ralph? Do you think that just once he'd eat a little whip cream out of my pussy? Not on your life! And you wonder why a girl like me ends up talking to a shrink. It's a wonder I'm able to talk at all the way he treats me.
"Did I ever tell you about the time I asked him to eat out my ass hole? You want to hear about an argument? Listen to this! He nearly went through the roof on that one. He called me every dirty word in the book. I told him I would wash-up special, too. But he said he'd sooner beat his meat with an ax than rub his tongue between my cheeks. I don't know, Doctor. Sometimes I just don't know.
"Last week he told me that I was the biggest bitch alive! Can you believe it? He thinks I'm fat and ugly, that I have no more sex appeal, and that the only thing good about me is the way I fuck. Thank God for little things, eh? I know he's only kidding when he says I'm not good looking. What he really means is that he's used to me. I know I'm still attractive. Plenty of men, believe-you-me, are still telling me how good looking I am. Why just last Tuesday, in the super market, I had to fight off a big truck driver type. He was pawing me and rubbing his hands on my buns ... it was awful! I couldn't do anything to stop him. I had two big bags of groceries in my arms and he was carrying on with his hands on my buns. I couldn't believe it. How forward he was.
"I looked in the mirror the other night, after Ralph told me I was turning into a big bitch. It's not true. For one thing I haven't put on a pound since high school.
And as for my titties, they're still as firm and tight as can be. My pussy is nice and narrow, sweet and juicy, and Ralph's meat fits in there like a cork in a wine bottle. There's nothing at all wrong with my body, Doctor. Maybe Ralph's worried about himself.
"The other day I went into the bedroom and there he was standing in front of the mirror. He was flexing his arm, like one of those weight lifters? And he was making one of those I'M A HE-MAN DON'T FUCK WITH ME faces. I nearly cracked up. To see my Ralph looking at himself in the mirror that way was just too funny. Naturally when he saw me watching him like that he went crazy. He told me that I was spying on him, that I was making fun of him, that I didn't give a damn about him.
"You know what I did? I got undressed right there in front of him. I didn't say a word. I just slowly unbuttoned my blouse, one button at a time. I didn't do it deliberately slowly, but I did it. You know what I mean? He was yelling nasty things at me, calling me a whore and a tramp and a bitch, but I just kept smiling to myself and taking my clothes off. I kept undressing. His voice was so loud I thought the neighbors would start thinking about calling the cops. He couldn't believe that I wouldn't answer him back.
"I got all my clothes off and he was still yelling at me. The fact that I didn't say anything to him really ticked him off. I showed him how nice and lean my loins are, how supple and soft my thighs are. I pulled open my juicy twat lips and made it impossible for him to look anywhere but right up that front alley. He did, too. He looked in there and he blushed.
"I turned around and took hold of my two cheeks. I don't want to brag, Doctor, but I have two very nice ass cheeks. The flesh of my rump is smooth, silky smooth and satin soft. I grabbed that creamy pair of buns and pulled them apart so that my sphincter was wide open and ready for inspection. He couldn't believe his eyes. I was showing him everything and still not saying a word. He just stared at my soft ass hole and I tried to make it wink at him.
"Then I stood up. I turned around and walked up close to him. My nipples were cherry red and pert. They were standing up like little midgets, ready for action, ready for rubbing and squeezing and tugging and milking. I wanted him to start licking me. But I didn't dare say so. He was still mad at me. I saddled up close. I rubbed my hairy mound along side his thigh. I gave him a little pressing with my bush. It was wet and getting slippery. The inside, I knew, would be plenty oily when the time came. I wrapped my thighs around his thigh. He couldn't believe that I was being so nice and not saying a word. I treated him like I was a cat and he was a friendly old rubbing post. I went sliding up and down next to him and then stood away. 'Well, Ralph,' I said, 'do you still think I'm a bitch?' He grabbed me in his arms and took me down on the bed.
"He spread my legs and made me hot in my cunt. He pushed his cock up and down next to my pussy. I could feel it there, even through his trousers. He was hot and lusty in his pants, and he might have been angry at me, but in his joint, in his balls, there was nothing but passion. I know that. I reached down between us and unbuckled his belt. The piece of leather and metal came off easy. I worked my hands down into his underwear and found that joint of his. I went sliding my fingers up and down the pole. I worked it, rubbed it, made it firm and tender. I touched the tip with the palm of my hand. I couldn't see what I was doing, of course, because Ralph was on top of me and kissing me and I had my eyes closed. But I could feel that hog down there, feel the way it was stiff and large and hot. I knew that pretty soon it would be enough of a stick to be able to make me cum. I wanted it that way, wanted it big and hot, lusty for my body. I wanted Ralph to stop being angry at me and to come inside my pussy and make me horny again.
"Pretty soon he got up off me, out from between my legs. He left me laying there for a minute and took off his pants. I watched him do that. His joint was large and thick. The balls down below were hot and chilled at the same time. I could see how tight the sack was. He looked like he was about as hot as he had ever been. I wanted that thick meat of his because it looked so enticing, because Ralph, he looked so God damn fucking hot. I like it best when a man is really hot and passionate, when the fucking is sweaty and slippery, when there's ooze and slop and slippery juice and all that kind of thing. I don't like dry fucks and things that aren't juicy. In fact, that's why I wanted that whip cream eat out. I thought it would be nice that way.
Well, Ralph, he finished getting his pants off and he climbed up between my legs again. I reached for his boner and directed the mushroom head down close to my clit. I rubbed the stiffest part of that ridge there in the boner with my palm. I worked it up and down like a gear shift handle. Then I took him down closer to my insides. I pushed with one hand on his bare ass. In he went, all the way down. I could feel the head of his muscle inside me. He has such a large organ. You wouldn't believe it if you saw it, Doctor. That joint of his must be eight or nine inches long, and it must be an inch thick, too. It's large and unwieldy that way. I like that. It's like having a big horse fucking my body. (I like looking at animal cocks. Did you know that? It's only because they're so large ... or maybe it's because they look nasty ... )
"Anyhow, I reached down between my legs and took hold of the part of his joint that wasn't inside my pussy. I rubbed up and down on that thick stem. I could feel how throbbing he was already. Already his joint was ready to spurt off. I could just tell. I wasn't anywhere near ready to have an orgasm. I told Ralph that, but he didn't pay any attention. He just kept charging at me like a bull, filling my twat with that heavy-duty fuck stick of his. I couldn't believe that he was just going to fire off that way. I thought maybe he would be nice about it, maybe he would give me the pleasure I was looking for, but NO. He just kept sliding in and out until he was ready to blast off. And blast off is what he did, too. That supercharged rocket of his went zooming down inside and just stayed there, stuck in me, like a big needle jammed into the back of my cave. I couldn't believe it. All of a sudden the big needle was injecting me with sperm seed. It was shooting off into my twat veins. It was shooting me up hard and fast, pressing into my slippery back walls with stick wet juice. I loved that, and I always will, the feel of that hot sperm juice splattering on my back twat cave. It really sends me.
"But not enough. It's not enough for Ralph just to stick his prong in there and fire off. I need something better, something that lasts longer. But he did that. He just stuck it in there and jacked-off in me. That's what I didn't like, Doctor. I didn't like his just slamming it into me that way. It drove me crazy that he would do only that. I couldn't believe it. But that's what he did. He pulled that sloppy meat of his right on out of my twat just as soon as the last throb of his penis was done. He wasn't even completely finished when he stood up and started walking around the room, lecturing me again about how I had to obey him, about how I would have to do everything he said from now on, that I couldn't be treating him like a husband anymore, but that I would have to treat him like the King of some country. He wanted me to be doing weird things, like bowing down and kissing his feet and rubbing my tongue between his toes. I told him that he had better calm down because otherwise the people from the funny farm were going to come over to the house and give him a new place to live. That's when he got angry. It wasn't that he believed what he was saying about his being King and all, but he just wanted to keep pretending for a little while and I didn't want to. He came over and let me have it hard. I don't know if you can still see it-that's why I have my hair this way-but he really made my face hurt a lot, and it was black-and-blue for a while, too.
"Well, you don't have to hit me twice to let me know what you're thinking. I got up and told him that I had had enough, that I wasn't going to take that kind of shit from any man, not even from my husband. He started to swing at me again and I fell down on my knees. I broke like a little twig on a tree. I just fell down and told him that it was o.k., that I loved him so much that he could beat me and kick me. I told him that if he wanted me to I would ream out his ass hole and lick his arm pits, that I would let him spray me with urine and shit on my thigh or my face. I told him he could rub his cock in my nostrils if he wanted to. I kept holding onto his ankle and telling him that, telling him he could strap me up and beat me with chains and rub his elbow in my titties and cut off my nipples and rub his finger into my eye-sockets and gouge out my clitoris. I told him he could commit any kind of violent act on my body that he wanted to, even kill me with a knife. Just so long as he let me stay with him and love him.
"It was a very passionate speech. I made it that way on purpose because I didn't want him to think anything about where I was going to be that night. You see, Doctor, I had already arranged to be out of the house that night. Not only out of the house, but in the arms of another man! How does that strike you? I bet you never thought that little old Brenda could do something like that? But I did. Believe-you-me, I certainly did!
"I had made the arrangements about a week before, to meet with this man. He was a pretty man, with blue eyes and blonde hair, with big strong arms and legs, and he was my age (about twenty) and he knew that I wanted him. He knew that I could give him back what he wanted, too, because we were both pretty damn horny. He had told me, when we first met, that his wife wasn't putting out for him, that he needed a woman who appreciated a big cock and rock-hard balls. So I told him up front, the same as he was being with me, that my husband wasn't doing the dyno-fucking-might job he was supposed to be doing on me, either, and that I would love to get together and blast off with him. He told me that sounded just about perfect and we set a date.
"Of course, I would have cancelled that date if Ralph had treated me right. I would have just never showed up, just like Gary wouldn't have I bet if his wife had treated him right. But it didn't happen that way. Not at all.
"That night, after I made that big passionate speech to Ralph about how I would eat his toe-gum, I snuck out of the house by telling him that I was going off to meet the girls. Really I was going off to get myself a nice healthy heart-stopping piece of ass from Gary. Boy, I knew for sure that I was going to suck that penis of Gary's until it turned purple, and that I was finally going to get someone to eat whip cream off my twat.
"That was my first stop, in fact, the neighborhood liquor store which just happened to have three cans of whip cream left. I bought all three and went on my way to meet Gary. I was hoping that he might bring something with him for the occasion, too.
"I want to tell you, Doctor, that for meeting Gary I wore special clothes. I couldn't just go out and not try to look flashy and all. I had to be really good. I was only going to get one shot, I felt, to make this man happy with me. If it worked, then I would see him again. If not, it would be bye-bye babydoll and no lusty affair for little Brenda. I couldn't let that happen, now, could I?
"So I dressed to the hilt. I put on a short skirt, one that came up to the middle of my thighs. I wanted to show off some of my slick legs. It was important that Gary get a look at my loins. I knew he would like me if he saw how silky I was there. And I didn't wear underpants, either. No panties for Brenda on that night. I wanted to be ready to travel, if you know what I mean. And as for a bra, well, it was the same story. I didn't bother. I let my titties hang out as they would. My nipples were hot and tender, ready for all the lusty rubbing and squeezing they could get I promised myself as I drove to the motel that if Gary didn't give my chest the massage I wanted I would give myself a rub-down on my way home. There were going to be no two ways about it....
"I got to the motel in a state of fever. There were tears in my eyes, I was so horny. I could feel the juice in my honey pot boiling. Ooze had turned to hot oil. My leafy little flesh lips were on fire. I could feel the rubbing between them. It was going to be good. I knew it would be.
"My heels clicked on the pavement outside the rooms. I wondered how many other secret lovers were in those rooms, behind closed doors, making their way through the night in carnal bliss. I wondered how many cheaters, how many drunks, how many unsatisfied lonely husbands and wives were getting their real charges over here at the motel. My heels kept clicking. I had to get to room nineteen. At the door marked eleven I heard wailing, passionate moaning and some sort of slopping sound. I wanted to bust open the door and see them, see their writhing bodies, their jerking flesh as they climaxed in the luxury of orgasm. Oh, God, Doctor, the juices were dripping from me like rainwater from a rose bush ... I was horny and thorny....
"I got to the room and started to knock on the door. But then I realized that this room, this meeting, was as much mine as his. I had no cause to knock. If he was in there with his penis out and waiting, that was good and he should be happy that I would walk right in and see him there. And if he wasn't there yet, well, it made no difference. I turned the door-handle and went in. The room was dark. I couldn't see a thing. I felt my heart thunder in my chest as the ooze in my tunnel continued to leak profusely. I wondered how long it would be before my eyes would adjust to the dark. A car slicked by outside on the boulevard and the headlamps lit the room in a harsh black and yellow, Halloween style light. I had a brief glimpse of the room, a bed, chairs, a dresser, the open bathroom door, the empty closet to my right, and, just as the room was going dark again, as the car veered off away and into the night, I saw him.
"He was standing naked against the wall to my right. He stood six-feet and was every bit as handsome as I remembered him. His balls hung slightly unevenly, and his cock drooped in front of it. But droop is the wrong word, Doctor. It lay downwards across his scrotum waiting for the moment that we both craved. He stood there cool as a cucumber, as they say, and he smiled when he knew I had seen him. 'Undress,' he said simply. 'We have a lot to do tonight."
"My heart beat like the hooves of a thousand stampeding cattle. I stood stalk still wondering how I would coordinate my hands to do what my brain was screaming for them to do: 'Rip your clothes off and grind that joint of his into your mouth and your ass hole and your pussy ... ' I didn't have to do it.
"He stepped forward and slid his Angers along the front of my blouse. The buttons popped off onto the floor. I started to protest, but he didn't give me the chance. He ripped the blouse from my shoulders, took the cotton skirt at the waistband and tore it downwards. I stood naked in only my heels and a simple gold necklace. He broke that off of my neck and looked at my Angers. I wore a ring. He picked up my hand and took that off and tossed it on the floor. It was my wedding ring.
"Then he stroked my labia lips. We hadn't embraced. I stood there with my hands down at my sides. I was completely nude, and so was he. He was sliding his finger up and down between my pussy lips. That was the only place we had ever touched. That was the first time we touched. He'd ripped my clothes from my body and stuffed my twat with his finger. He seemed to know that this was the most erotic thing he could have done. It only took two strokes for him to locate my clitoris, and then I was hot and juicing even more than before, and my clit was upright and erect, ready to be beaten into ecstasy, eaten into orgasm....
"He thrust his entire bony finger into my cunt. He didn't try to be gentle, either. He was testing it out, getting a lay of the land, as it were, and it seemed, from the look on his face and from the way he hesitated with his digit up inside my twat-hole, that he liked what he found. I was happy for that, happy that I would most likely be finally getting the fucking that I wanted, not a quick wham-bam, thank-you-ma'am, kind of fucking, but a first class, hot shot, down the tubes, up the womb zinger, something that I could remember. I could feel it in my bones ... and in Gary's big hard bone-on. It was going to be quite something.
"I began with a simple slide of tongue. You've heard of slight of hand, Doctor? Well, this was slide of mouth muscle, a swabbing performed with me on my hands and knees and with that huge pecker rubbing first at my lips and then at my tongue. Mmmmm-boy, was that good or what? I loved taking the thing in my fingers, curling my two small fists around that giant pole of flesh. That's what I did, mind you. I wrapped all ten fingers around that flesh cob and stuck the tip of it into my mouth. My lips sealed the bargain, wrapped tight around the rim and sucked hard. Oh, did I suck hard! I loved the feel of that big boner rubbing to and fro in my face. Do you know what a thrill it is for you to get your penis down a woman's pussy? Well, that's how nice it was for me to get Gary's big prick in my mouth. I was only able to use the head because the meat was such a large thing. But that head was plenty for my tastes. It didn't take me long at all to have him throbbing and bouncing in my mouth. That was a lot of fun.
"From there on it was all passion, hot and lusty. I rubbed his buns with my open palms. Of course, I held his stick of love in my face at the same time. You know, I had my hands around his two hairy buttocks and his boner in my mouth. I was sliding up and down with the tip of that hard-on rubbing at my tonsils while I fingered the entrance to his bunghole. It was top-drawer, first rate, the kind of blue blood header that a King (poor Ralph) really deserves....
"Naturally, when Gary turned around so as to adjust the sheets a bit I couldn't resist giving him a little banger kiss on the buns. I went down on his right cheek and filled my mouth with hot ass flesh. I love a good sweaty rump to get me hot and sexy. I went sliding my tongue down the slope and he, of course, couldn't believe how good a feel that way. He reached back and pulled his two back loaves open so I could get in deep, into his anus hole where I did a quick lick or two. I didn't want to spend too much time there but I didn't want him to think I was shy or bashful or anything, if you know what I mean....
"After I licked out his ass hole I had him roll over again. He didn't want me to go down on his hog until I had washed out my mouth. I had with me, as usual when I take to fooling around, a toothbrush and paste. I adjourned to the john and did my number. I came back, feeling my way in the motel dark, and landed at the foot of the bed, tripping and sliding into place between Gary's hefty muscular thighs. I spread my mouth open and gave that hot mushroom head of his a good preliminary 'Hello, how are you? swabbing. We were back in action.
"It took me a minute to work my way up that torso of his. There were all sorts of lickable places on his chest, his manly nipples, for instance, his hot pectoralis majoris muscles, his belly button, his hips and his big broad shoulders. All of that was hairy flesh, and I loved giving it a bit of the oral rub-down. But most of all, Doctor, and you'll probably think I'm pretty silly to say this, I-liked kissing Gary in the mouth. I rubbed my tongue right on down into his mouth and kissed him hard. He kissed me back French style, too!
"Of course, things got pretty hot after that. I'm not sure exactly how we got into it I know for sure that I was sliding my long loin around his thigh and using the top of my leg and part of my mound to get a good rub off on his dick. That was really a lot of fun, rubbing his penis with my mound especially. I spread my twat lips with my fingers to do it and then I went sliding up and down on his meaty pecker, making myself just about as hot in the clit as possible. I had my own little righteous erection to keep me going, and that slippery twat-button, along with his big bone-on, well, you know how hot I got from that. It was out of fucking sight!
"Pretty soon I climbed onto it all together. I rubbed my pussy lips open, spread my twat out so wide that I could have taken an elephant cock inside me if there was one around, and the trunk, too, and I jammed on that big meaty hard on of his. I had the whole thing entirely up inside my pussy and I was rubbing the back of my cave on it, rubbing and pushing and swinging my hips around and around in circles while I was sitting on him so that I could get my pussy as sexually aroused as possible. And there was juice just about everywhere. I was leaking pretty damn good.
"I leaned over his face and gave him one of my titties. I pushed that booby right on down within range of his open lips. I gave him the tip of the nipple, of course, because I knew that would make me hot. I gave him that and he knew exactly what to do with it. He went rubbing his tongue up and down, sliding his mouth muscle around the tip of that titty nipple. My teats were never so hot as they were from that mouth rubbing he gave them.
"I was getting so hot between my legs, in my thighs and in my pelvis that I couldn't control myself. I felt like some sort of wild woman, like a lady gone out of control with desire. I was just all let loose and ready for anything. I felt like that man had made me into the woman I was supposed to be. I was sorry that I was cheating so much on my husband, but that was the way it had to be if I was going to stay healthy and sane.
I jammed up and down on that meat of Gary's and kept in mind that this was for everyone's good, that if I didn't do it hard and didn't enjoy it, that my marriage probably wouldn't last much longer than another week or two. That's how important sex with Gary was to me and Ralph, Doctor! Really!
"Well, just before Gary was going to cum in my cunt, I told him in a whisper that I had brought with me not one, but three cans of whip cream. You know what he said? He told me that he brought something with him, too, and that after we were done using the whip cream he would show me what it was. I was so happy, my heart nearly leapt up and out of my chest.
"I got one of the whip cream cans out of my purse and I asked him if he wanted to spray it or me. He told me he would do it. He took that nozzle and drew a long creamy white line up along the top of my left thigh. Then he went across my pelvis and squirted a thick line of that sweet whip cream there, too. Finally, he drew another puffy line of that sweet cold stuff down my right leg; Only this time he went into my loin where it was hot and tanned and everything. Right away the stuff started to melt, even before Gary had finished framing my box with the whip cream. But he kept going, squirting that stuff closer and closer to my mound.
"When my whole pelvis and all my thighs and my loins were coated with whip cream, that's when he started to do the sexiest part. He had to open up a new can of cream to do it, but when I felt that nozzle sliding up against my clitoris, and that cool, mellow whip cream working up inside my hole, well, I just about went out of my gourds for it Of course, it might have helped some that I snorted the gas left over in that first can and got really high from that, higher than a kite for about thirty seconds, but then I came down. Of course, I was still nice and juicy in my horny hole, and that was the nicest high of all...."
"Next came the fun part. Gary put the can of cream aside. My mound, my legs, my pussy, just about everything was coated with cool sweet cream. Gary leaned down and pressed his face against one of my loins. Already he was covered with that whip cream. He started licking and sucking. Every single stroke of his tongue made me high. Every time he licked I got a chill and a thrill. It was heavenly. I could feel that tongue of his as it went rubbing and sliding up and down on my lips, on my vagina. Sometimes, in order to get the most whip cream, he would start sucking on my twat leaves. That made me really high, and that's how he got a stomach full of that sweet stuff. I was oozing pretty hard then, and I started begging him to fuck me. I wanted that tool in there. I wanted to feel that big stiff prong of his gouging me out. I wanted to feel his hands rubbing on my buns, his big thick fingers squeezing my cheeks and making me hot back there too. I wanted it all over me, Doctor. Is that sick? I don't honestly know. You know that? I had whip cream all over my pussy and my pelvis and my hips and I was having one of the sexiest screws of my life-is that sick? Is it sick that I was enjoying myself no end? That I was feeling the tension from a rocky marriage flying out of my body? Is that sick? I don't know. I was pretty damn hot, Doctor, and I was having a good fucking time. I don't think it was sick, but you're the psychologist, so you tell me.
"But there is one more thing I should tell you. Remember when I said that Gary agreed to eat the whip cream out of my pie, but afterwards he wanted to do something of his own? Well, he'd brought a bottle of corn oil with him. And when he was done eating out my cunt and when I started begging him to fuck me with that big gorgeous tool of his, that's when he poured the oil on me. He rubbed it all over my body, on my titties, on my stomach and along my hips and across my belly and under my arms and around my back and on my behind. He made sure that there was oily stuff everywhere. I just could not get over how slick and easy it made everything. It was so nice to feel his body pressing and sliding against mine. It was like having some sort of nice ooze coming out of my pores and making us closer and sexier. It was just the slipperiest feel I ever did have. You know what I mean?
"Now comes the best part. This man took his hog and slammed it into my pussy and in three big stabs he made me cum.' That's all it took. Just three little , strokes. But those three strokes ... well ... I don't have to tell you how big they were, how strong, and thick his meat was, how I loved the feel of that mushroom head going sliding down my channel that way. It drove me out of my mind to feel that hog going in and out of my body. I looked down between the two of us and there it was gliding and slipping and gouging me out, tacking me down. He reached around my buttocks and took a powerful grip of my cheeks. He slid a finger up into my anus and wormed around in there, and then he started sliding my cheeks up and down, back and forth, and finally he was pressing my buns together and opening them up around the stalk of his finger which was up my ass hole-at the same time, mind you, as he was slipping his penis in and out of my vagina lips.
"It drove me crazy!
"When I came to, and I do mean to say that I'd passed out, he had me on my belly with his hands attached to my titties. I asked him what he was doing but I didn't have to hear his answer to know. I could feel his penis slipping up and down between my buns. He wasn't in the hole yet, but he was damn close. He was just about to enter when I let out a scream: 'Noooooo!' I hollered and shouted at him, but it was all to no avail. He pounded that thick meat into my bunghole so hard and so fast that I thought I was going to die. He didn't go in and out, either. He went all the way down inside, all the way to my bowels and didn't stop there. He just kept going in deep until his pelvis was flush with my ass cheeks.
"Then he reached around and grabbed my clitoris. He felt up my thick twat and my deep vaginal slit and he made me hotter still in the middle of my cave. He drove that prong of his up my bunghole so hard and so steady that it was like it would never end. Even though he was all the way in he was still sliding. I don't know how he did it, but Gary made my ass hole feel like it never had before. I came several times in a row, in my twat, a multiple orgasm, and I don't know why. It just happened. I chilled all over, quaked like a baby afraid of the dark, and felt that sperm juice of his go flooding and puddling in my fanny. Then he pulled out.
"Well, Doctor, that's the story of one of my love affairs since I've been married. What do you make of it?"
CASE NUMBER TWO: Felicia S.
"I might be one of the youngest wives you ever talked to, Doctor. I'm only seventeen.
"We got married because we thought I was pregnant. I had a miscarriage in the third month. Now that Dick sees that he didn't have to marry me--well, he wonders. He wonders if it's good that we stay together. I don't know about him, but I don't mind being married. I like fucking, and I like Dickie. I mean, I wouldn't have married him if I didn't like him. Not just for a kid, I mean.
"Don't get me wrong. I'm no goody-two-shoes, either. I like screwing more than one boy. That's important to me, anyhow. It makes me feel more alive, more like I'm in the world and all. You know what I mean?
"My father doesn't understand. I went by the pottery shop the other day and tried to tell him about Dickie and me, about how we weren't getting along. He didn't want to hear about it. All I wanted was a little cheap advice. Not from Dad, though. Nothing. I just stood there watching him sell pots. Then I left.
"On the way home, though, I met a really sexy guy. I don't know why, but I just felt like doing it with him. I wasn't thinking like a married woman. You know what I mean? I mean I had the ring on and all that kind of thing, but I wasn't thinking like a married person. I couldn't. I had the itch, you know. The itching drives me crazy. It's really not an itch, but it's strong that way. It's something that needs to be scratched-that's for sure!
"I saw this guy. He was dark-haired and he had brown eyes. Like me, you know? Anyhow, he was tall, about five inches bigger than I am. He must have been six-feet or so. He was good-looking, too. I liked the way he looked. I thought he was really sexy. I wanted to sleep with him the minute I saw him. It didn't take longer than that, really. He liked me right off, too. I had to pull over in order to say hello and I could tell just from looking at him that he was going to be a lot of fun to talk to. I rolled my window down and asked him if I could give him a ride. Did you ever see a man turn a lady down when she was doing the offering the first time around? Well, this guy was no exception to that one. He nearly broke his leg trying to get into the car. But that was the only un-cool thing he did for the rest of the day.
"I was wearing shorts. Nice cotton white shorts which showed off my legs really nice. He had himself a look-see and then he asked himself-I could tell he was doing that-he asked himself why I had picked him up. And then he asked me, out loud, what a pretty girl was doing going around picking up strangers. I showed him my ring finger. 'You see that? That's why I'm going around picking up strangers. Because the guy who gave me that thing didn't know what he was doing. Because my Mother and Father wanted me to wear this thing while I carried a phony baby around for a couple of months. Because I like your looks. That's why I picked you up. Because you look sexy as a new-born kitten and I like that.' I told him the truth.
"He smiled and reached out for a stroke at my leg. I helped him by spreading a little. He reached in close to it, close to my beaver. I had to keep my eyes on the road, but I could feel his fingers softening up my lips and firming up my clit. He was expert. He knew how to feel me, how to touch me and make me go. I was ready, too. I was so fucking ready!
"We pulled over when we were about a block from my house. I told him that Dickie might be home. He said he would pretend to be an old friend. I said that was cool and we both crossed our fingers that Dickie wasn't gonna be there. Sure enough, we were in luck.
"Of course, it took us a minute or two to find out. We had to go tip-toeing through the house, making sure that all the rooms including the john were empty, but once we knew we had the place to ourselves I practically attacked that man. I told him that we didn't have much time and that we had better get started with you know what. He was in full agreement with that!
"I took him to the bedroom and he slipped my shorts off lickety-split. Next thing I knew his hands were sliding up and down the back of my ass. He had a nice touch, a groovy feel of my buns, and then he was off spreading my loins and making me sit down on the bed. He took a close inspection of my pussy. He used a finger from each hand and folded open the two vaginal lips. They were both greasy and slippery so he had to do that twice. Second time around he got a good hold and was able to keep the lips back and open. 'Lose something?' I asked him. 'Or just hunting around in the woods to see if you want to camp out?'
"He snickered at me and let my lips go closed. He stood up and pulled off his belt. 'I like some weird things,' he said. 'I just want you to know that from the start. You into it?'
"'D and B?' I asked him. He only nodded. I started to try and think of something to say, but I gave up. I figured I would trust him. 'Go on!' I said. 'Go on and tie me up."
"He took that leather belt of his and strapped my wrists together. I couldn't move without hurting my arms. And my hands were up above my head. Then he tore my blouse off of me. I wasn't expecting that at all. I was nude except for that rag of cotton on my shoulders. My titties were all hot and upright. All of a sudden I decided that I didn't exactly like what this guy was into. It was just a little too much for me. I tried to tell him but he didn't want to hear it. He said something about how I should have thought of that a little earlier. I told him that I was hoping that my thinking was clear enough for him now, but he just shook his head. He pushed me down when I tried to get up and make a sort of escape to the living room, but I couldn't get moving. He was looking around the room and he found what he wanted: one of Dickie's belts. I told him that it wouldn't be necessary and that I would go along with anything and everything he wanted if only he wouldn't tie me down. He just shook his head and said that Dominance and Bondage meant tying people up and having a good time that way, and that now that we had started there was nothing else we could do except really get some nice fucking in. And of course that meant some nice Sadism, too. I shook my head and tried to keep from thinking about what might come next.
"He took off all of his clothes. I saw, even though I was a little worried and was trying not to look, that he was rather well-hung. He had a rugged appearance, even to his meaty prong which was firming up quickly. I told him I would give him a very good blow-job if only he would let me loose. I don't have to tell you that he refused.
"Next he climbed up between my legs. He'd tied me-did I tell you that? that he had tied me by the feet to the foot of the bed, to the posts down there? Well, he did. He tied me up there and he had me spread out that way. I felt like a side of beef hung up in a refrigerator. He was going to chew me away, to slice me up and make me into whatever was necessary. I didn't want that. I was afraid. I just wanted to go back an hour or so and not stop to pick him up. I wanted to go back to talking with my Dad at the pottery store and leave a little later. But .there was no going back. I tried to be brave.
"He was rubbing that meaty slab of hot cock muscle against my naked thigh. Without meaning to, from time to time he entered me. It didn't matter to him whether his cock muscle was in my cunt or pushing at my nubile loins. He was just rubbing, just masturbating himself on my captured body. He was getting himself the slick slide that would make him happy. He didn't care about me at all. I was worried though, that he might care about me in a negative way. What if there was a fire and he wanted to leave without untying me? What if I was left tied up there during an earthquake or something like that? I wouldn't have any way of getting away. Of course, I didn't worry about the most likely disaster that could happen to me, and naturally, I was pretty well-surprised when it came to pass. But I'm getting ahead of myself....
"He climbed along my body, rubbing his penis against my smooth belly and creamy titties. He sucked on my nipples and used his cock like a pointer to go here and there and inspect various parts of my anatomy. He had no scruples and he wasn't at all self-conscious about demonstrating how useful a muscle he had: Sometimes he would penetrate my twat, other-times he would sit back and laugh while he fingered my asshole from underneath. His digit was long and bony and I could feel it especially when he went rubbing at the entrance. It didn't bother me much once it was all the way up my ass hole but when it was just starting in it hurt.
"After a while I think he got bored of it all. He climbed onto me in the standard fuck position, the only difference being primarily that I couldn't move, that my hands and legs were tied down and I couldn't use them at all. I tried to move my hips, but it was useless. I was like a worm stuck on the end of a fishing hook. There was going to be no wiggling free. That big hard fuck-rod muscle of his was already jerking up and down inside my juicy pot hole. I felt like a real whore instead of a young bride. It was killing me that I wasn't going to be getting the sex I'd been thinking about, and that instead, for all my trouble, I was going to be raped by a Sadist and my pussy filled with his cum without getting any pleasure at all from it. I tried screaming and crying and laughing hysterically but there was just no stopping this devil-man on top of me. To tell the truth I was secretly glad that he didn't listen to my protests.
"But what happened next was very terrible, very humiliating. Just as this sadistic evil man shot off his wad up inside my pussy, just as he had filled my cave with hot pudding juice, and just as he pulled his big thick flesh injecting rod out of my vagina and released my buns from his squeezing clammy fingers, just at that exact moment there was the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. Of course, it had to be my husband. I whispered at the stranger to untie me, to free my hands. He'd taken my wrists which were tied with his belt and draped them over the bed post at the one corner of the bed. Were my feet free I could have loosed myself at the head, or vice versa. But I needed one of the two, ankles or wrists to be loose in order to get up and get dressed before my husband came into the house. My heart sank, though, because I realized that the Sadist had no intention of freeing me at all. He dressed quickly and when the front door to the house opened he was going out the back. I was left stretched out and naked, cum and juice dripping from my twat. I didn't know what to do. My husband was about to enter the bedroom, about to discover his wife in the one position that she could not have put herself in. I was about to pass out when an idea hit me. It was the only thing possible.
"Naked, sweating, and still hot from the Sadist's meat up my pussy, I began to scream: 'Rape, fuck, rape, oh, rape, shit ..You know that Dickie came running. He arrived in the bedroom and looked at me. I was tied up and blushing and hot and sweaty. He knew that something had happened. I told him that the rapists had gone out the back door. He went running down the hallway but couldn't see anybody, any trace of anyone, in that direction. He came back and sat down beside the bed.
"'Oh, Dickie,' I moaned, 'it was awful ... it was so terrible ... oh, God, Dickie ... ' and I cried real tears for him, too. He started to let me up and I saw in his eye, through my own veil of tears, that he had a glint, a sparkle that represented the thought: 'Maybe I should leave her naked and tied up this way and fuck her once or twice like that myself.' But he didn't do that. He took the leather bonds off of me and let me up. I made up an elaborate story which he seemed to believe, about how I had come home and two men were waiting for me, about how he, Dickie, had come home just in the nick of time, that only one of the awful brutalizing men had punished me with his tempestuous rod, and that, God willing, the police would certainly find them because I intended to give a full description the next morning downtown. Dickie suggested that I call right then, but I told him that I was too tired, that I couldn't possibly face anyone after what I had been through. I shook my ass and went strutting off to the shower where I promptly douched, washed arid scrubbed, powdered and perfumed myself. The fuck with the stranger, I thought in the privacy of the bathroom, had been quite different than what I had been looking for and expecting. But, I had to admit, it wasn't all that bad, either. It gave me something to look forward to, in fact. Not that I would ever fuck with such a person again, one who tied me up and didn't let me move the way I wanted to ... but there were certain advantages!
"Once before I'd met someone that I liked a lot and balled. His name was Ed. He was an older man, and it was Ed who initiated our sexual relations. I met him through Dickie. He said he was a friend of the family, that kind of thing, and that Dickie would want things to 'happen' between us. Dickie was away for a while-that was the occasion for Ed talking to me that way.
"I don't know, but it was kind of strange. Ed was older, older even than my father, and there I was, seventeen and never even made love except with two or three men, and here was this older guy trying to get into my panties. It was kind of odd. I wondered if it could have been dangerous or something. I decided to go ahead with it because I just wanted to see what would happen. I was really surprised when that old man showed me a hard-on the size of a sting ray, and the way he whipped it out at me! Well, I never saw any man so fast on the draw. He had that big thick hard-on pointing at my pussy before I could say lickety-split. He was pushing me back, onto the bed, luckily, and holding me down. I had never been kissed by a man with so many chins before, except maybe my grandfather, and it was funny to feel how loose his flesh was. But it didn't stop me from getting all excited. No sir! There was plenty of hot juice gushing out of my pie and making me hotter than a candied-apple! I had to get all that meaty bone of his into my body, into my twat in order to satisfy me completely. I did it, too, and I gave him a good hot fuck. That was all he wanted, and he only wanted it one time. That was a little disappointing because I had gone to all that guilt trouble and all about making a big decision to fuck that old man and then he only wanted to do it once. Not that he couldn't have done it more because he was old. It wasn't that at all. He just wanted to shoot off in my gash one time only. I didn't know what to make of that.
"Well, Doctor? That's about it for my extracurricular love life. I'm not much of a wife, but I don't cheat all that much either. What do you think?"
CASE NUMBER THREE: Andrea H.
"I can tell you right now that I don't like having to tell you this personal stuff. It drives me up a wall. I mean Jesus Christ, who are you? You're some shrink who they say, 'Oh, she's been a naughty wife, she better talk to the shrink.' You know and I know God damn well that's the only reason I'm here. And it wasn't even my fault. You know that? It wasn't even my God damn fucking fault. I'll tell you something though: if I could do it all over again I sure wouldn't do it with him!
"Not that it wasn't worth it from the physical standpoint. That part of it was really nice. Don't get me wrong. But it was just all the trouble that came up afterwards. No sir. From the physical point of view it was very nice indeed. No man ever used a rod on me like that before. And I mean a rod, too! That thing must have been the size of a broom-handle or something. I never saw an electric tool like that before. I seen the ones that operate off batteries and all, but I never saw one that you had to plug into the wall that way.
"You wanna know the best part? The best part was when he plugged that thing into the wall and he rubbed it on my butt. I liked that the best. Now everybody, they think that the best way is in the cunt. Well, Doc, let me tell you, sometimes it is ... and sometimes it isn't. Take me and my father-in-law like I was telling you. For us it was better up the ass hole. It was better for him, and it was better for me. Too damn bad we got caught. I mean I wouldn't do it again, but it's too damn bad we got caught.
"My husband, he didn't give a damn. It was his mother. That's all. She couldn't stand the idea. She must have been up late at night thinking about it and not being able to get to sleep. I used to stay up thinking about it, but not how nasty it was. Well, yeah, how nasty it was, but how GOOD and nasty it was, not how bad and nasty it was. If I thought it was bad, well then it weren't bad the way she meant it-it was B-A-D BAD, that kind of bad, you know what I mean? I wouldn't have sent her to jail for fucking my old man. What was she thinking about getting me arrested for fucking my father-in-law? For fucking her husband? She think that's gonna win him back or something? She's fucking crazy. I bet the day I get my bail money straightened out, I bet on that day he comes lookin' around for me, sniffing around and trying to get his thing in there again. I'll do it, too. I shouldn't tell you that, Doc, but I will do it for him. I'll spread my legs so fast for that old man that you won't be able to blink before you see that big fleshy pole of his go sliding in my juicy lips. I don't give a damn about my husband. It's his Pappy I care about. Yes sir-his pappy.
"Did I tell you about how we used to fuck? Did I tell you what he used to say to me? He used to say that I had cute little bunny rabbit ears and a twat like the neck of a milk bottle. I don't know why that was so good, but he liked that. He meant that it was tight, really. He liked my tunnel because it was nice and tight. So we got arrested for that? For me having a tight twat? I don't fucking believe it....
"One time the old man got his joint so far up in there that I thought I was going to start laughing and bleed to death. It felt like I was being re-made. You know what I mean? I thought he was turning my pussy into a whole new thing, making me over. I fucked a lot of men. I wouldn't have gotten married to George if I hadn't fucked a lot of men. And I never did think I would find a man could lay me that way, the way George's father did. I never did think that there was anyone better than George. I should have known, eh? I should have known that if there was going to be one man who could screw my ass off better than George it would have to be his father, eh? It's so obvious now I feel like a big dumb bear. You know what I mean? I should have thought of that. I should have figured that if anyone could fuck me nicer than George it would just have to be his father.
"Did I tell you about the first time? I was so sexy that day I couldn't believe it. I had my hair down, long like this. In the sun it was shining silky blonde like I was a puddle of daisy water or something. My hair was really pretty that day, and my chest was feeling awfully warm. I was having that feeling, you know, that feeling a woman gets sometimes. I was wondering where George was and when I would get to satisfying that feeling. It seemed to me that if a husband was good for something, it was for being around to take care of just that one thing more than anything else. And I kept looking for him but he didn't show up. He was due at four and he wasn't there yet.
"But his Pappy came by, around four-thirty. I had already changed into my sexiest outfit, just to make sure that George would get the idea from the start. It was a short skirt and a blouse to which there was only three buttons. I had on a nice clean bra and fresh panties, and I was not a little bit heated up in my groin, if you know what I mean, Doctor. I was just about boiling up, as a matter-of-fact-just about ready to lay down and do it all myself. And George's Pappy, that when he walked in.
"Well, at first I hummed and hawed about when I was expecting his boy to be home. I pretended that I had many things to tend to, like sweeping the living room floor which I had swept about ten dozen times already. And while I was doing that George's Pappy commented on how nice and smooth my legs were looking that day, and he told me about how appealing it was that his son had married a healthy girl like me. Of course, he was sure to add, he knew all along that George would pick hisself a handsome woman and he weren't the least bit surprised that it turned out to be me, me Andrea. I kind of smiled at him for saying something so friendly, but I didn't let on too much except for a blush which I couldn't do much of anything about. I jes kept sweeping the floor like it was my maiden duty or something. It was getting dark outside and I knew it was late.
"Well, Mr. Harkness, he sits down on the couch and tells me that I ought to put my broom away because George wasn't about to be coming home just then. I asked him what he knew and what the problem was, and he told me. He said he was ashamed to say but his son was out gallavantin' with the likes of Susie Dee, and that it didn't make sense to him how a good wholesome boy could give up and go out and cheat on a pretty wife like me Andrea, but he sure did know that he was quite ashamed to have witnessed such a thing as that. And I told him that I didn't really care all that much what that boy of his went off and done with Susie Dee because I knew for a fact that I was a prettier girl than Susie could ever be, and Susie knew it too, and she was just kidding herself or getting a quick piece if she was really doing some service by George. But it did shake me up some that it was Mr. Harkness tellin' me all of this. I asked him why.
"He says that the reason he told me is that it wasn't any good for him to keep a secret like that from his very own little daughter-in-law and that I should sit down next to him and let out my true and real emotions. He said that I might be a young one but that he could see I was upset about this thing, this beginning affair that might be happening between my George and Susie Dee. I told him he was right about that, but I knew right then, even though I didn't let on, that the real reason that Mr. Harkness was telling me what he was telling me was that he wanted a taste of his son's meat, me Andrea. And there wasn't any more to his story about George than that. Like I said, though, I didn't let on. In fact, I played it up really good.
"See, once I seen my opportunity I decided to have some fun with it. I sat down next to Mr. Harkness and told him that this thing, this gossip about George and Susie was getting me so upset that I felt like crying. He took my head in his hands and put me up against his shoulder and patted me on the back like I was a little baby or something. I pretended that I was really doing some sobbing and all, but I was also keeping track of his other hand which was accidentally on purpose going for a little feel on my chest. I think that Mr. Harkness never did miss any trick he ever saw a chance to do, and he was especially cagey on that day.
"Well, I let him go. I let him comfort me as any way he saw fit. I wanted him to go on about his business without his knowing that I knew, if you know what I mean. I wanted him to keep on courting' me without his being aware that I knew I was being courted. I liked that, me Andrea, knowing something I was supposed not to. I wondered if George was anywhere near young Susie Dee and suspected he weren't, that his Pappy had arranged for him to go see the old woman or somethin' like that.
"Well, when old man Harkness took to rubbing my chest and being just a little more obviously out of line, and when he had one hand down there rubbing on my smooth and slick thigh-like I said before I was pretty hot so you can tell that this took a lot of will power on my part-I stood up and said to him with a big smile-he'd been thinking that I was all sad and glum and out of control-I said to him: 'Why you old lecher, you! You planned this whole thing in order to get your sex up next to mine! Yer nothin' but a molester and a masher and a conniver and you got only one thing in that feeble brain of your'n and you think that you can put it to use on my body, with your son's wife's body! Ain't you something!!' I tried not to smile because I knew even right then that I was still goin' to go with him no matter what he said. I jes had to have some kind of meat in my body, even if it was his'n. (Just then I didn't know that he was such a good lay, see?)
"Anyhow, he blushed and made all sorts of stammerin' excuses. That Mr. Harkness was just too much! He carried on like a preacher who'd been caught pilfering the church charity box or somethin'. I mean it was jes too funny to believe. I guess he comes from a different generation of folks. Any other man would have shined it on and said that he was a might sorry for the inconvenience and he'd have left. But not old man Mr. Harkness. He carried on something fierce. But no matter what he said about his not having any ulterior motive, about his feeling especially grieved that I could possibly accuse him of having designs, and no matter how sincere and earnest he was trying to be with me about this and about that, I jes kept my eyes glued to that old man's crotch where there was one of the biggest bulges I ever did see. Finally I had to say to him: 'Lordee be, Mr. Harkness, even if you didn't have no feelings about me like I thought, the leas' you could do would be to help a young girl out!'
"Well, that old man smiled and turned the color of a red spring rose. Those blue eyes of his took on a sunshine sparkle as clear as the wild morning sky, and he got up from the couch-that tumescence in his trousers was still there, still sticking out like a cotton scythe-and he opened up those old and feeble arms and told me that I was as feisty a bitch as the good Lord over cursed a man to know.
"Now he thought that everything was goin' to be lovey-dovey from then on, that I was going to fall into his arms and make him so happy and so sexy that it would just be love at first sight even though we'd met some time before. He thought I was going to just give him everything that he ever did want just because I'd been so-how do they say it?-so upfront with him? Yeah, he thought that now he was home free. But I knew he was old and I knew that if there was anything that would spoil an old man like Mr. Harkness it would be an easy fling in a young girl's cunt. I wasn't about to ruin this oldster for the next girl! I made him work for it just a bit more. This was going to be one punch that the old geiser had to earn!
"I told him all sorts of silly things, about how I had been in love with him ever since I met his boy George, and how at the wedding I had been thinking to myself that I was gettin' married to the wrong man (right then, when I told him that, I thought I was pourin' it on a little thick; I'd never even given the old geiser two thoughts on a rainy day) and that I was worried and had been for ever so long that he would never come around. I told him that when I smelled wisteria it drove me into a frenzy on account of the first time I ever did meet him he was standing next to the wisteria bush near to his house, and that one little old tree-shrub had become for me some sort of a permanent heart-breaking aroma, as it was the one thing that would never, ever let me forget that George's Pappy was the man I truly loved.
"Well, you just should have seen the look on that old man's face. I tell you there are things that jes cannot be put into words, and one of them things is a rake trying to seduce his daughter-in-law when he don't know that she's ready to go to bed with him but she won't because she loves him-if you get my meaning, Doctor. Anyhow, I kind of paced and wandered back and forth in front of the old geyser and I let loose one of those three blouse buttons of mine which meant that one or the other of my two titties was in plain sight whenever I chose to make it so for George's pappy. And there weren't nothin' the old man could do about that! 'Cept of course take a gander!
"And that ain't all he took. It got to be all too much for him and he couldn't no longer hold onto his self. I think he had a little chit-chat in his brain and he said one-half to the other, 'If she's fer real, I better get to screwin' her, and if she ain't fer real, she's awful damn screwy and it hain't gonna make not one bit of difference.' An' then he jes let out some sort of howl the likes of which no mama hyena would be pleased to see on her baby, and he came across that floor like he was steppin' on hot coals. That's when he took me in his arms.
"Now, Doctor, I been tellin' you that this old man is pretty durn old. But he's not when you get to it Maybe he's fifty and maybe he's not. But one thing's fer sure, he's been to France and they done taught him everything there was to know about kissin' and such. He gave me one of the most wallopin' wet tongue kisses I ever did have, and from then on I knew we was not foolin' around! He took main his arms, like some sort of swan dive embrace, and he flung me down onto the floor, too. He pressed his meaty hog head boner up against my leg and I couldn't no longer stop myself from enjoyin' everything that old man had to give me.
"Now one thing I did for him right off was take that meat of his for a wild-rubbing that he really did get a pleasure from. I had his pants off in no time at all, when he let me out from under him because I told him I wanted to see what was going to be gettin' me, and I got that thing going like the way an Indian Squaw rolls clay for pottery. I worked it back and forth until that big boner of his'n was at full speed ahead, ready for some serious love play. Then, naturally, I gave it a lick or two.
"To tell you the truth, Doctor, I did a bit more than that. I went down really hard on that big thing. Like I said earlier I was a might horny for it and if he hadn't happened along I'd have ended up putting that nasty old broom handle to work in a way it wasn't meant to be. I rubbed his cock with my tongue and sucked up that head like there was going to be no tomorrow. I licked the shaft and rolled up and down the underside of that thick stem just about what seemed like forever. And when I couldn't get the underside any more wet and juicy I took to sliding around on the top portion, just to be sure.
"A while later, when his meaty stick was a bouncin' and a throbbin' and a goin' wild with delight ... well, that's when we both discovered our mutual interest in the rump side of my body, me Andrea. I showed him that thing and he took a look-see and decided right then that the only place he wanted to go sticking his meat was up that hole. He rubbed it open a couple three times with his fingers, and before I could say 'Pappy I love you,' he was applying his love-stick.
"Now when I say that Pappy was applyin' his lovestick, I don't mean he was rolling a cue tip around on a sore lip. He was shovin' that thick as a telephone pole rod of his down my bunghole, and he was shovin' it with all his might. I had to contract and expand about five times fast in a row in order to permit that huge grinder to get down inside. But once it was there, it was ALL THERE! Oh, God, does my husband's Pappy have a big meat or what? I tell you that thing was about the best hunk of hog pecker hog I've had in all my born days.
"Nor was he afraid to use his hands. Once he got that joint into my hole he took to rubbing and sliding his fingers up and down in my crotch hole. He worked my clit, rubbed it with his fingers, picked it off and took it for a little ride all its own. Of course, all the time that he was working out in my pussy with his bony fingers, sliding and playing in my oil gash, he was at the same time working that mushroom headed cock spear in and around in my arse. I liked that just a bit, if you know what I mean, Doctor.
"And he had another hand going to town on my body, too. You know where? That's right! Up on my big titties. He was sliding and rolling and squeezing the mammaries like I was a barnyard cow or some such thing. He was working out on my teats' nipples like they was milk-givin' and he was a baby! I wouldn't have believed that a grown man like George's Pappy would still have such a drive in him. It was right nice.
"When he was all done rubbin' me up there, he used both his hands on my twat-slot. He used one finger to be pulling one lip open and one finger to be pullin' the other open. Now that left eight other fingers to be working on the inside of my front hole. (His pecker, naturally enough, was still jamming up my anus, and that wasn't all bad, yos know.) Well, he took to fingering and sliding in my pussy and making me hotter and juicier than pomegranate what's been left in the sun. 'HOW SWEET IT IS!!! Yes sir!
"It wasn't long after that when I started to cumin. I don't know what the old man was doing. I was rolling my hips and gyrating my body and enjoyin' every one of those eight or ten inches of hot hog meat he was working out in my ass hole. It was as if I was one of the privileged few to taste such a muscle as his'n. I enjoyed it immensely.
"When he was done, and when I was done the old man looked at his watch and sez: 'I best be goin' now, Andrea, but I'll be back. You can be sure of that. I'll be back jest as soon as it's possible. Maybe even before! It wasn't five minutes after that old man's rear end cleared the front porch when up comes George, all grunts and groans about what a wild-goose chase his Pappy sent him on. I didn't have the heart to tell him what kind of a goose chase his Pappy gave to me....
"It wasn't but a day after that when Mr. Harkness came by again. And this time he had that new fangled tool with him. It looked like a curling iron, but it twisted. Round and round it went. His boy George was off to work so Pappy Harkness and me Andrea, we had the place to ourselves. I was so fascinated by that twirling dildo that I nearly forgot about everything else. The place was empty, save for Mr. Harkness and me, and he had that hypnotic like thing of his, that machine. I told him I wanted him to grease it up and stuff it into my anus. I knew that would make at least one of us really happy.
"Pappy H., he says that he ain't so sure that it's good for a young woman like myself to have such a big twisting thing up inside her ass hole but I told him that it was either that or I would go plumb out of my mind. I just had to have a little rump rub to get me started. So he said alright and I got down on my hands and knees. I spread my ass cheeks and showed him one of the finest little ass holes he ever did see. He rubbed it with, his fingers first, and then he used the machine. Of course. he had to grease it all up first, so as to make it slippery and everything, and once he'd done that I was ready for him. Oh, boy, was I ready. Because I had taken my fingers and put them between my buttocks and gone for a little rubbing there myself. I sort of leaned back and drew my fingers up and down on my anal canyon crack there and rubbed that juice up and down and in and out and I even put a finger or two into my hole. It was fun getting all gooey and all, getting all ready for that big electric stick fuck that I was going to be having. Mr. Harkness, I think he liked to watch me doing that, too.
"Well, after a little bit I got down on my hands and knees again,' with my ass all greasy, shining in the afternoon light, and I was ready for some of that sliding and that rubbing. I wanted that twisting machine to go rubbing up into my anus and making me just as hot as could be. And old man Harkness, he was ready to do just that. He might have been my husband's father, but he was about as horny a man as any other I ever did meet.
"He took that thing and started to shoving it up my ass hole. Well, it wasn't on yet, but it was a lot bigger than I thought it was. I looked over my shoulder and saw that it was about half-way into me. And it was plugged into the wall and ready to rub, if you know what I mean. Well, I told the old man that I was ready for him to start up the rolling and the shooting and all, and he sort of got a big bright-eyed smile onto his face and he clicked the switch, set that thing in motion.
"I let out a scream of dee-light, at first, as I felt that egg-beater taking over in my ass hole. It was really something. I had a big shooting pain up in my buns and I didn't know what to do after that. I was going crazy with that stick rubbing and sliding in there. It was driving me up a tree like a cat chased by hounds. I thought for sure I would just get up and die. I tried to explain to the old man that it was too much for me and that maybe I had gobbled up a little more than I could chew. But he didn't listen. He grabbed me around the waist and shoved me down flat on my face, on my boobies and he didn't say nothin' at all. Nearly killed me that way. I was bananas for it, but I was crazy with the pain at the same time. I had to get some relief from that pressure there. And the more I tried to get away, the harder he pressed the stick into me. I felt like he had a big whirlybird helicopter in there, one that was flying up and down my tube and taking me apart inside out. It drove me berzerk.
"After that I decided that I best not trust that old man anymore. But then it was too late. Someone must have heard my crying out and all because the next thing I knew we was being arrested and brought here. They got some fucked up guys in this state, Doctor, and I don't see why grown up adults must be so shy and retiring about it as to abide by them. Me and my father-in-law were gonna have some nice fucking to do, but now that's all ruined. And do you think my husband gives a damn? Really? Why if he could get that cock shaft of his up into the pussy of a chicken he'd be doing that ... don't you know it? I mean it's true. He's like that. He'd fuck any old thing just so long as it had a pussy or something like a pussy; know what I mean? I think that's why he went after me, me Andrea ..
CASE NUMBER FOUR: Ellen F.
'The thing is, Doctor, that I'm married and I have a kid. You know what I mean? That makes for problems. If I wasn't married and if I didn't have that kid, well then, things might be different. It's one thing for a woman to sleep with a lot of fellows, but it's different when she's married and she has to tend to a child. Do you know what I'm talking about?
'Take the other afternoon, for instance. I was sitting on the living room sofa filing my nails and half and half watching the soaps. Jackie was in bed sound asleep. There was a knocking at the front door. I was wearing just a housecoat. I don't usually put on anything else until just before dinner time, just before Jim gets home. So it was only natural that I gave that thing a good tug at my waist to make sure it was tied tight. Then I answered the door.
"Well, it was just my luck that standing at that door was as handsome a salesman as they make. He was carrying a satchel in one hand and he was lifting his hat in the other. I blushed just to look at him. He had dark curly hair, pretty brown eyes and heavy eyebrows. He stood about five-ten or five-eleven, and I could tell just from looking at him that he was about one of the nicest fellows you would ever hope to meet. I wanted to make his acquaintance-that much was for sure.
"Right away he saw that I was wearing this silky housecoat. He could see my legs from the middle of the thigh down, and he did a little blush when I caught him looking. He said right after that that he was the salesman in our neighborhood who was tending to encyclopedias. I asked him if he would like to come in. He smiled and said that he would.
"Now I think we both knew from the beginning that I wasn't the one to be buying books that day. But we both knew right away that I was a little horny and willing to let him try and make my emotions turn a little fancy. He was sassy looking in that regard.
"I took my seat back in the corner of the sofa and he sat down at the other end. He started to undo all of his materials there on the coffee table but I told him not to bother with that, he could just tell me what it was all about. He smiled and I caught him looking again at my legs.
"Even though I've had that baby I still have a good body, Doctor. I didn't go and get all fat and everything just to have a child. You know what I mean? I didn't go and destroy myself just because I was married. And my husband, he appreciates that. And so did this salesman.
"Well, anyhow, I told him that I was happily married. I just blurted that out in the middle of one of his speeches about encyclopedias. I interrupted him saying that I was happily married, that I had a child, but that I would be willing to do one fuck with him, right then and there, just to find out what I was missing out on by not being single anymore. He stared at me like I was the Pope or something. He just kept looking at me. I think he was shocked and went into a trance.
"I got up and slid over close to him. I let my hand slide between his legs. He had on so-so slacks and it was pretty obvious where his thing was and how it was developing. I repeated what I had said to him, that I wanted to try put making love to him. He told me that he had been a salesman for two years, on and off, and that he had always dreamed that something like this would happen, but that now that it was finally taking place he couldn't believe it. He let me keep feeling him up though, rubbing my hands up and down between his legs. It didn't take me long to get his boner up there, either. That's when I went to work on his pants.
"He didn't talk much. I just loosened his belt and rubbed my hand down into his underwear. I found the meaty dick. It was stiff, alright, and the tip was hot and sweaty. I grabbed hold of it and started working it with my fingers. I wasn't afraid of anything. I just wanted to keep feeling up that big stiff boner of his. I wanted to use my two hands on it so I got him up high enough off his ass that I could pull his trousers down around his knees. It was kind of funny to look at him, so handsome and all, sitting there with his suit down around his ankles while he was still wearing his coat and tie and all. I told him that and we both got up then and undressed completely.
"We went the bedroom, next. We were naked and awfully hot. When we got close to the bed, but while we were still standing up, I let him take me in his arms. He told me he always liked blonde women and he kissed me on the lips. He gave himself a minute inside my mouth with his tongue wandering around in there, doing the old French number, and then he pulled away. I told him that just because I was a married woman, a wife, that didn't mean he had to treat me any different than another woman. I wanted him to make love to me the way he would make love to a single girl that he had just met. He said he would and pressed me down onto the bed.
"He climbed up between my shapely thighs. He used his fingers to spread my pussy lips, two fingers on either labia lip, and he pushed his meaty boner into my steamy twat trap. I enjoyed the feel of that thick prick of his going all the way down my pussy cavity. I liked that a lot. It made me feel so damn good!
"The inside of my cave was as wet and oily as could be. I pushed upwards on that thick meat of his. It was like climbing a tree trunk. I worked my hole up and down on that fine wide shaft, and before long I had most of his hog into me up to the hilt. It was a first class feel to have something so large and steady rubbing inside my pussy. He knew how to make me hot, how to make me lusty and hornier than when I began. I was already wondering if just one fuck with him was going to be enough.
"I reached around his fanny. I took one cheek for each of my two palms and squeezed. It was heaven to have his ass flesh between my fingers. I really did enjoy that. I got myself a first class feel of a first class rump. It was nice and easy. I took my time, too. I rubbed a finger down close to his sphincter, played a little there, and then came up along the inside walls of that ass crack of his. Everything was nice and easy. I liked that, liked being able to take my time and enjoy rubbing with his buns.
"Of course he was pretty good about the way he treated me, too. I don't mean just the way he stuffed me in my pussy, Doctor. I mean the way he moved his hips and the way he had some sort of rhythm that he used for fucking me. He was sliding and waving up and down and giving me the kind of balling that made me very happy. He used my titties well, too. That was very nice, the way he used my titties. He rubbed them with his hands or he pushed his face up against the sides of them. He used his mouth, too, and rubbed on the tips of the nipples, sucked on them and pulled them back and forth. It made me hotter and hotter. I had his cock in my twat and his hands around my balls. It couldn't have been better.
"What was amazing, was that we had only just met. Sometimes you fuck with someone you've known for years and they turn out to be a super ball. You know what I mean? I knew my husband for quite a while, in high school and all, and we did a lot of balling there, and then after high school for a while, so we knew each other pretty damn good. You know what I'm talking about? And sometimes we could rip off a good piece of ass, a piece of tail like you never did see before. But that was from time to time and you would expect that from two people who knew each other so good and all.
"But this time with the salesman, well, I never met him before. You know? I had never seen him in my life until that day and I would have expected that we would have had a harder time getting it on than that. You know what I mean? I'd have expected that it would take a lot of work or something. But it didn't. That meat of his grinded right down into me, and he tacked me down good to the bed. He knew how to fuck, how to screw me into ecstasy. I liked the feel of that slippery meat getting thick and sliding in and out of my twat lips. When he got the hottest, just before he was about to shoot off, he slipped his: tongue between my lips and down into my throat, all the way to my uvula, back in there with my tonsils. And just when I thought I was going to go wild he pulled it out and let me have it down below in my tight little tunnel, shooting out sperm juice, making me the hottest bitch in town. I have to tell you, Doctor, that even though I only fucked that salesman one time only, and that even though I am married and I have a baby-I really did love him. I fell in love with him during that one fuck session and I'll never forget him for that. It was wonderful. I really do mean it. Wonderful!
"Well, though, there were some complications that I should mention just to clear up everything to do with him. Just after he pulled that flesh needle out of my body I heard my kid crying. I got up and put my finger to my lips to hush the salesman, just in case he was thinking of saying something. I went down the hallway and found my baby talking to himself a little bit. He'd calmed down somewhat since when we'd first heard him. But I was surprised and horrified to see my husband standing at the baby's bedroom door when I turned around. You can imagine what I was thinking, what terrible anxious thoughts I was having about how I was going to be a divorced teenage wife now, about how I was going to be beaten by my husband because I had been fooling around with the salesman, and about all sorts of things like that. But I pretended, just for a moment, that I was alone in the nude in the house and that I was happy to see my husband home. He told me about work as he led the way out to the living room. I was wondering to myself if the man in the bedroom was listening to us or what. I didn't know what was going on.
"Finally, my husband said he was going to change clothes. I tried to stop him from going back to the bedroom where I had just finished fucking but it was no good. He was already on his way. I got ready to be in for a lot of trouble. I didn't think I was going to live through this. Well, I don't have to tell you the rest. It turned out that while I was chatting and worrying with my husband the salesman was leaving through the window. He was gone. And he never came back. He just disappeared as quickly as he showed up.
"Of course the next day I looked for him out the window. I thought maybe he might be back in the neighborhood and out selling books again or something. But he wasn't there ... So, anyhow, Doctor, that's the kind of complications that can set in if your married with a baby and you decide to use your pussy for a little extra pleasure. I have had more than one affair since I was married and I think you'd be interested to hear about them, too.
'There was the time that I went with a black man, for instance. More than anything, I was curious. I wanted to find out if a black man made love differently than a white man, if his cock was larger, if he moved differently-those kinds of things. It took me a while to figure out that I was just trying to see if I was prejudiced and I'm happy to tell you that I don't think I am. We had a lot of fun, that guy and I, and he was as black as coal. He had a big stiff muscle, and he was always happy to be fucking with me. I felt the same way about him, too. We did a lot of balling. Of course, it was hard for me to keep this a secret from my husband. I was always having to tell him that I was going one place and then going to another, and I was always worried, too. Worried that I might be found out. Worried that I might get pregnant and have another baby only a black one. Or I was worried that my husband might have been out fooling around at the same time as I was ... Maybe I was prejudiced. I sure hope not. I like to think that I can get along with anybody.
"The sexiest man I ever fooled around with was really a boy. He was about fourteen or so. He was selling newspaper subscriptions in the neighborhood. I had him come in the house and sit down. It was about three in the afternoon. He was wearing jeans and a little T-shirt or something. Whatever it was it was a little too small for him. I noticed that because even though he was just a youngster he was also very well built. I looked him over especially carefully before I invited him in. I don't know if you knew it or not, Doctor, but I've always wanted to ball a little boy, to take a child and show him how to give me a lot of pleasure. And that's why I was so happy to get it on with this kid.
"I had him sit down on the couch. At the time I was maybe nineteen or so. I was wearing a pair of shorts that afternoon and I was feeling especially hot because of the heat. I mean I was horny because it was one of those humid hot days. I just felt lusty all over and I think it showed. I think it was even obvious to that young teenage boy. He kept looking at me and wondering to himself-you could just see it on his face-what he was doing sitting there. I mean he knew why he was there, to sell the newspaper subscription to me-but he also knew that that wasn't why he was there. He could see a stack of newspapers over in the corner so he knew that I already subscribed.
"I told him right away that my husband was out of the house for a couple more hours, at work, and that the baby was asleep. That way he knew that we were alone and that we would have to talk quietly. I don't know why but I always think that it's better when people talk softly. It's more romantic. I could feel my goose bumps starting up between my loins when the little man started telling me that he lived not far away from this neighborhood and that's how he happened to be there that day. I smiled and sat a little closer to him on the sofa. He blushed a bit, but I knew that he was going to And me more enjoyable, eventually, than embarrassing. I took his hand in my own and asked him if he would do me a favor. He didn't quite know what to say. I told him with a smile that I would subscribe for a month to his newspaper if he. would help me out with a little chore. You know what he said? That I didn't have to subscribe to his paper at all, that he would help me with the chore anyhow. I couldn't believe what a friendly little gentleman I had had the good fortune to meet.
"Well, I told him that he was very nice to say so, but that he had better come with me to the bedroom and see what the chore was before he decided to help me with it. He smiled and followed me-I had hold of his hand, too-to the bedroom.
"When we got back there I unbuttoned the top of my blouse. I told him that I had something, maybe a pimple, maybe a mole, on my back, and I couldn't see it in the mirror. I wanted him to take a look at it and see if it was infected or anything. I took off my blouse. You should have seen that boy's face when he saw my big breasts. Of course, I happened to be wearing a bra so he was in for an even better surprise even though he didn't know it yet. I turned around-in just my shorts and my bra now-and I showed him my back. I asked him if he could see anything there. He said that he could see plenty of smooth skin and that my back was awfully pretty and that there weren't any pimples or any scars or anything. I told him that perhaps it was under the strap of the bra and that he could help me by undoing that buckle there.
"Well, he fumbled with it a little and then I got it undone for him. I told him to look closely to see if there was any pimple on my back where the bra strap had been. He said there wasn't. Then I turned around all at once and said, 'Thank you very much for looking for me. I was quite worried that I had something wrong with me.' He was looking right at my cleavage and my two big titties. He couldn't decide which breast to look at. He ended up staring at me between those two big mammaries. 'Well,' I said, 'it seems sort of silly for me to get all dressed again on such a hot day. Aren't you warm too?' I took his hand in my own and pressed it up close to my titty. He liked that and I could see from the growing bulge in his trousers that I was going to have me some fun with this boy. He was already getting a nice fresh banana-sized hard-on, and what housewife couldn't be made happy by that?
"I took his other hand and pressed it up close around my other creamy breast. He liked the feel of my nipples in his palms. I kissed him on the forehead. You have to remember that he was a little boy, really, and his head only came up to just above my chest. He was even with my nipples, in fact, and that put him at just the right angle for sucking them off, something which I very much wanted that little boy to do. I asked him if he would mind doing that and he said no. He put his two hands to one of my breasts and squeezed the titty tip into his pursed lips. Then he sucked and rolled his tongue across the cherry bud. He liked doing that, I could tell....
"After a few minutes of this oral chest rubbing, I told the boy that I wanted something more from him. He switched titties and continued sucking. We were still standing up. I let my hand slide down between his legs to the crotch of his trousers. I rubbed up and down on his boner. I used my palm and my fingers to give a good slide to that crotch bulge. Pretty soon, even though he was trying to suck on my breast, he started huffing and puffing and rubbing his face against my mammaries. I took his head with my free hand and pressed his baby soft cheek between my two titties.
"After a moment or two of that, while I was still squeezing his cock through his trousers with my hand, I felt his hand, his fingers, going sliding down between my thighs. I have pretty legs, Doctor, and the boy knew that I liked to be touched between the loins. Don't ask me how, but he knew. He liked to touch me there, too. I think he was a virgin until he fucked me, but he did know how to rub a woman properly. I enjoyed the feel of his hand sliding up and down between my legs, rubbing and squeezing on my thighs and playing dangerously close to my mound. It was quite a thrill to feel such a young boy getting hot in my arms. His breath was getting moist and coming faster on my titties where he was still licking and sucking with his tongue. And his face was all red and blushing, and I think he was sweating a little. We were still standing right next to the bed.
"I fell backwards. He came with me. He had all his clothes on, and I had just my shorts and panties. I told him to take my pants off and he did that. He saw me laying there with just my silky panties on. He couldn't believe his eyes. He got to stroking me with his two hands. He went up and down on my mound, sliding his fingers, rubbing his palms, making my pussy get wetter and damper all the time. It was really something to feel those young bony fingers rubbing at my mound through my panties. I wanted more of it but raw.
"He took off his pants. I was gasping and huffing and puffing. He threw his clothes all over the place to get undressed. He might have been young but he knew now what every boy knows naturally. He was ready to screw, ready to fuck me, breathing hard, stiff as a board, hot and anxious to have what I was promising him all along. He got up between my legs. He had me take my panties off first, of course. My mound was so damp that it looked like a tropical forest that some giant had stepped on. All the little pubic hairs were curly and squashed down. There was a sheen on my lips, a bright crystal clear little dew drop sheen that sparkled and glistened before the boy's very eyes. 'Come on,' I said. 'It's time that you learned what to eat and what not to!' I pulled him down with my hands, down between my loins and made him stick his face into my twat. Everything, and I mean everything, was good and wet and sloppy. It was a first class rub and a great wet slide for the two of us. I was so hot I felt like barbeque coals.
"The boy found the inside of my pussy nice and juicy. It was sweet for him, too. He liked the taste of it, I think, because he kept going back for more, spreading his tongue out and licking me up and down. He didn't know it, but that fourteen year old kid had found my clitoris. He asked me what that little button of flesh was all about, but I didn't have time or the inclination just then to explain to him all about how I got an erection just like he did only it wasn't a boner it was a twat pecker and it never got as big as his but it always did get hot and juicy and rubbery and all. I didn't tell him anything. I just took his head harder in my hands and pushed.
"Every now and then I gave him a suggestion as to what he might do to make me get a little hotter. I told him that he could open his mouth and squeeze and nibble with his lips and use his tongue to go rubbing on that clit meat of mine, or that he could use his whole open mouth to swallow down lots and lots of that twat flesh of mine. Or he could just stick his entire tongue meat down my pussy hole and drill for oil that way. I showed him how my clit was twitching when he rubbed it. I took my fingers and used my own hands to hold my hole open for him. He liked that It made the licking and the sucking really easy and it made it nice for the juice to come rolling out. We both liked that a lot.
"After a while he came up to my belly and started using his tongue and his lips to go sliding there. It was nice and smooth and slick on my tanned stomach. The skin on my hips was fresh and soft for him too. He used one hand to hold onto the side of my body and the other to squeeze my titty. He liked to be doing two things at once to my body.
"I pulled him up onto my chest and between my legs, between my thighs. I reached down and held onto his buttocks and pushed that rubbery prong of his With my mound. I kind of reached up for it with my twat lips. I wanted to get sliding on that thick boner. I wanted to feel what it would be like to have a little boy's big meat stuffing my twat. After all, I was married and all, and it seemed only right that I should have the opportunity every now and then to fool around with a teenager boy. It could be good experience for me if I ever had a boy of my own....
"Anyhow, I worked my cunt lips open and around the head of that thick flesh stalk. It was a big mushroom headed thing, and it went sliding in and along my pussy lips. I liked the feel of that thing as it went down toward penetration plus action. I mean it wasn't in all the way and it was kind of sliding up and down. I knew that in a minute the boy was going to blow his mind right off and stick that whole cock joint of his all the way into me, all the way into the back of my cave. That's really what I was waiting for because I knew that it would be awfully nice. Sure enough, when I took hold of his little boy ass cheeks, down he went. His muscle hard-on went sliding into my clitoris and up and down next to my twat walls and made me feel just about as good as could be. It was sexy and hot. And that's what I wanted. You know what, Doctor? It don't matter if he's a little boy or an old man when he puts that rod of his into you. Yup, once that big thick weapon of theirs is rolling up and down inside your pussy, well then, that's the time when things really get going and it don't matter to anyone who he is, or what he's done or how old he is or where he is going or coming from. What matters then is how much more of that action he's going to give you. You know that? Sometimes I think that it doesn't even matter at all that it's thick or long or big or small, but what matters is that he's doing it so as to give your clit a good rubbing, a good long slide That's what matters to me. Sometimes I like a long rubbing, a good long slide, and then other times I like a shortie, something to make me feel the ridge in his hog. If he uses that mushroom head, well then I like it to go deep or maybe to just tug with the rim on my clit button. It don't matter how big or how long, but it sure does matter how he uses it. You know what I mean? I don't know if I'm being clear or not, Doctor, because I get so carried away when I talk about sex.
"Anyhow, the little boy wasn't like that He was the kind of a person who just enjoyed himself. In and out he went. He plugged me good. I could feel that long meat of his getting hotter and bigger inside me. I gave him a good little run for his money, too. You know, I was sure to swing it around and all, sure to make him get a sliding that he wouldn't forget I did it with my twat lips and I did it with my hips. I needed to make him feel good. If he went away happy, I knew he would come back happy for more. That's what I was thinking about. I don't know what he was in to. Except of course for my twat
"Pretty soon that kid started doing some of the dirty stuff. He got a little nasty with me. Rubbing his finger into my ass hole was one thing he did. He pulled my sphincter right open. I liked it, but I didn't. Know what I mean? I mean that I liked the idea, but I wasn't sure I liked the rubbing. My ass hole was a little sore from some douche bag agitating action that my husband had tried out on me a few days before. I wasn't sure if I wanted more, even from the little boy. So I told him not to use his finger that way. He was a little embarrassed at first, but I figured if that was the worst thing that ever happened to this kid while he was with a woman that he would be pretty fucking lucky.
"I got a little nasty myself, though. I did some things I don't always do. I licked his pits, for instance. I also went to work on his anus after he was done fucking me. I usually don't do that for a man. But you know he was so young and all, and those cheeks of his were so tender-I couldn't really resist. I went sliding there with my tongue.
"When he got a second erection I decided I'd suck him off. I went down on that thick boner. I used my tongue. He could watch me really easy. And he did, too. He looked at me like I was a mad-woman. I rubbed my tongue up and down that thick cob of his until there wasn't any part of it that wasn't cleaned and swabbed and rubbed by my long wet lubricating tongue. Then I took all that hog meat, or as much of it as I could get hold of, inside my mouth. I rubbed. It was good!
"Now he was ready for fuckeroo number two! I wanted to give that boy something X-rated. You know, I wanted to give him something that he could tell all his friends about. I wanted him to go out into the streets and one day when he was playing football with his buddies he could say, 'Oh, yeah, I fucked that broad and she was delicious!' I wanted him to remember me good.
"So I spread myself out and had him climb right up. On he went, sliding that joint stick like a cop's club on my twat lips. In it went. He used a good long stroke to fill me up. My cave was wet, juicy, hot-a flesh jacuzzi if there ever was one! He loved it. I could feel him chill all over. I was glad to feel that I wanted to hold him in my arms while he shook like an earthquake. I wanted that boner of his shooting me up so full of hot cum juice that I would float away like a balloon filled with helium. It was going to be good, God damn fucking good! I was enjoying every stroke of it every mighty stab, and I was looking forward to the final thrust I didn't have to wait long.
"He cocked his hips and rammed forward. He pounded down on my mound-hole like a rocket headed for the moon. He was going at full speed, jacking his muscle up and down in my twat lips. He was making me into some sort of a fuck-banshee. And he was only a little boy. I don't care what they say about married women and their husbands getting along better and better over the years, Doctor. I was getting my best fuck yet from a little boy. Maybe it was psychological. Sure, you'll say for sure that it's psychological, but I want you to know that the reason I liked it was that he was a little boy, not because of his mind. You know what I mean. You might think I was robbing him of something, stealing his youth or taking away something from him, or making him into something that he wasn't supposed to be. Maybe you'll say that I could have let him go on going the way he was, horny and young and selling newspaper subscriptions, but I don't think that it would have been so good for him. If you know what I mean. I mean I think that boy's gonna be a really good kid now, that he's gonna be one of the coolest dudes on his block because I fucked him when he was just a child. I really do. I think that he's gonna know how to make girls and how to have a good time and all that kind of shit I really do. I'm glad I fucked with him. I'm glad too because it was nice screwing in my twat and it made me feel awfully nice for a couple of days afterwards, too. You know that? I wasn't horny or anything for a full two days after that fucking with the little boy. I just kept thinking about how nice it was when that jet stream of jism juice came shooting out of his rocket muscle into my flesh hanger, filling me up and making me cum. There aren't many things as nice as that, you know....
"Well, I started out to tell you about how it wasn't so nice or so easy to be married and to have a kid and fuck around. But I guess now that I think about it having a husband and little Jackie hasn't slowed me down that much at all I guess we wives really do have some wild times when we want to...."
CASE NUMBER FIVE: Janet T.
.. and he made me lick his balls, Doctor. They were really big and hairy, and he made me lick them all over. He shoved me down on the floor and shouted at me that if I didn't lick them he was going to beat the shit out of me, that he would kick me down the stairs and leave me in the gutter. He was really mean to me, Doctor. You know for sure that I was happy to get back to my husband.
"But he wasn't any nicer to me-not that day. He asked me where the hell I'd been and he made me get undressed before I even had a chance to answer. We live in a pretty nice apartment, you know, but people could hear us yelling and carrying on. That was the bad part. I got undressed the way Jimmy said to, but I didn't like it. He pushed me around, shoved me down on the floor and said: 'Give me some head to prove you love me.' I did love him and I did give him the head, but I didn't like doing it that day. It was probably the first time I didn't like giving head. Would you like sucking a man off just after his brother had beat you up? No sir, it wasn't all peaches and cream.
"Well, another time his brother got hold of me. He was away again and young Joey took me by the arms when I wasn't expecting it, backed me up against a wall and shoved a hand up between my legs, under my dress and into my twat. Right on in went his finger. He stroked me up and down with that finger, worked my clit like it belonged to him or something, and then, when I was plenty hot, even though I didn't want to be, he started kissing me. I was trying to get away, of course, but Joey's a strong kid and there wasn't any way to fool him into letting me loose. I just had to take it. I don't like admitting it, but that kid brother of Jimmy's, he knew how to rub a woman's pussy, even when she didn't want it....
"Naturally I threatened him. I told him I wouldn't give him much of anything in the way of kindness now that he had showed himself to be such an ape and a heathen. He was a really bad pig that boy was, and I don't understand quite how he had a brother like Jimmy. Sure, Jimmy was mean and terrifying sometimes, and sure, he pushed me around some, but for the most part Jimmy was a nice lover, is a nice lover. I'm glad I married him. I don't think he would even care if he knew for a fact that I was out fucking another guy every now and then. I really don't think he would mind, except because he was supposed to mind, if you know what I mean, Doctor.
"Last week I had a nice date. His name was Charley.
He came around and picked me up and everything. He couldn't have done that if Jimmy had been around. So I was kind of glad, this time, that Jimmy had been called away on business or whatever it was. I was kind of glad, too, later that night because I got my kicks with Mr. Charley. Oh, boy, did I ever get my kicks with that man! Have you ever seen a ten-inch pecker, Doctor? Well, neither had I until that night.
"Of course I didn't know that that was what I was in for when I first started scratching at his crotch. I mean, neither of us knew what we was in for until afterwards. But I went rubbing and sliding, working my fingers up and down on the shaft of that thick meat of his, and then when I actually saw the thing, when I actually got it out in plain view, well then, it was a really pretty sight indeed. Now Doctor, you might just think I'm an extraordinarily horny wife or some such thing, but I want you to know that I love all cocks, whether they are big or small, whether they look fat or thin. I just do. I like mushroom and the other kind, and I like 'em no matter what color they are, too.
"There's something else I like, while I'm on the subject. I like having those things jammed up my twat I like big stiff ones going hard in and out of my hole. You know what I mean? ANY HOLE! I like it that way. If I can't get a good cock to do it, then give me a big lead pipe or maybe a coke bottle. (I'm sorry to stop telling you about Charley and me for a minute, but this is more important. I'll get back to what happened between him and me in a second.) I like big thick anything, as I was saying, and if it's hot, that much better. You think I'm a nymphomaniac wife, Doctor? You think maybe I'm crazy for sex or lust or something? Well, you're right. I get sick if there's not a big phallus around for me to suck and eat and chew and swallow down my big long throat. And I get sick if I don't have a man around to stick that big supercharged kind of sex muscle into my asshole and down my tubes. I get tired and feel cranky and bitchy if there's not a cock shoved into my pussy at least once a day. Sometimes I have to have it twice or three times. You think that's sick, Doctor? Let me tell you that I never feel good unless I get one orgasm a day. I can go without getting a fuck in the twat, but I got to have that orgasm. That's what I bought a dildo for.
"Did I tell you about that? (Don't you worry. I'll tell you about me and Charley and what we did with that big ten-inch penis meat of his when Jimmy was away, but first I got to tell you about what I did with that new dildo.) First, in order to get the thing, I had to go into one of those seedy old stores. I was so nervous and worried that one of those perverts was going to rape me that I nearly had to go running out before I even got in there. But you know what I found out, once I got to talking to a couple of those guys? That they were the nicest men I ever did meet! That's right, Doctor. They told me that the best place to buy a dildo was up the street at this modern place. I took their advice and left that seedy old place knowing that someday I would come back there and not worry about myself in there.
'The next place was completely different. It was a dildo factory. They had every kind of dildo you'd ever want and they had them in nice white tiled shelves that looked pretty. You could have sold shit on those shelves and still made a bundle-that's how nice everything in that store looked. I bought a new fangled electric cock, one that plugs into the wall and is supercharged with electric heat. You couldn't ask for more in the way of a clit stimulator than what that thing had attached to it: a pretty blue feather that went around in circles along with everything else. Oh, boy, I started drooling from the lips when I saw that thing, just from thinking about how it was going to be to have it jammed up inside my vagina and spinning and twisting inside my meaty juicy box to make me so happy that I would cum....
"Well, I put the thing on my Charge Card and took it home with me. You know that I got undressed and nude in a jiffy and started rubbing my body all over to make sure that I was good and hot and lusty before I even started to work out with the machine. There were instructions to that affect, too, on the side of the box. When I was rubbed down pretty good, when my titties were nice and hot and when my loins were sweating out some nice juice, and when I could feel that bubbling oozing between my labial lips, that's when I knew it was time to start up the use of that new hot cock machine. I got up off my bed and plugged the fucker in. Oh, boy, did I get a start! The thing was already switched on and it started flopping around on the bed, fucking the sheets, flipping around like a fish out of water. I picked it up and that magic blue feather was spinning a rainbow. I took the thing at the handle in both hands, sat on the edge of the bed and spread my smooth thighs open, and then I jammed that fuck rod, that magnificent tool, all the way into my twat in one big thrust. I wanted to be sure to get my clit, and I did, too, got it square on, on the button.
"Doctor, I have no way of telling you, no words to describe what happened to me when that thing started frying my insides. It was like having all the cock meat in the world rubbing and grinding around inside me. It was like getting one of the juiciest fucks ever. It was like I had my own penis and I knew exactly where to put it and how. There was no way in the world that you could have taken that new toy away from me. I was rubbing, pumping, grinding and rolling that thing against my clitoris, and enjoying every twirl of the feather just about as much as I could.
"After five or six minutes of the best pumping and grinding my crotch had ever experienced, I turned over, using my finger to continue the rubbing at my clitoris, applying the dildo to my ass hole. I went in slowly. Unlike the work on my pussy, I wanted to be sure that the sliding in my anus was of a more sensuous sort. Don't ask me why. I just felt that way that afternoon. I shoved slowly but surely downwards, spread out on my belly, working my clit with one hand, fisting the new mechanized penis with the other-into my bowels. A little while later I came all over my hand. It was terrific. I gave my new machine a big kiss.
"Now there are other things, like I was telling you, that can make a girl hot, Doctor. I'm ashamed to say that I once used a carrot, and on another occasion a zucchini. I liked the latter better. I liked using the vegetables because they were pretty and thick and all. They were nice and fat and afterwards-this was when I was living at home-I used to wash them off and put them back in the refrigerator. It seemed a shame to waste good food....
"Now, what was I telling you about Jimmy? No, no, no, it was about Charley. Jimmy was away on business and Charley and I were at my apartment with that big ten-inch meat of his out and ready to go. I was on my knees and sucking off the head. I bet the head of that meat of his was about as thick as a half-dollar. Not that that kind of thing matters to me, really. I like all men and all cocks. You know that? And besides, I like a man for what he can do for me emotionally, too, not just with his body.
"Anyhow, I licked up and down that big thick pecker and I enjoyed it a lot. I rubbed it around next to my cheeks. I liked doing that, pressing the side of the shaft on my face and feeling the tip on my lips. I used my tongue to keep it wet and slippery, sort of oily and all, nice and lubricated. And I used my mouth to suck it off, to give it the header he wanted. Pretty soon he was starting to huff and puff. I could hear him breathing hard. It was like a big human cyclone was going on up there. I was on my knees and he was standing up. It felt to me like he was beginning to shake, getting ready to cum all over my mouth muscle. It didn't seem right that he would shoot off already, that already he would fire his jism juice into my mouth and that he would finish me off that way. It just didn't seem right that I would be left hanging like that, and I told him so. He said that he would cum again, that he would get another boner and make me hot again and finish me off the second time. I wasn't sure whether or not to believe him but I didn't have much choice. If Jimmy had said something like that I'd have known for sure not to trust him, but this guy Charley seemed a little different. I kept rubbing my tongue against his mushroom head, against that spongy meat tip of his prong and he shot off sperm bullets into my swallowing throat. The throbbing stem bounced between my juicy lips while I sucked up every drop of his hot semen juice. When he was all done, and when he had extracted that thick injector muscle from my mouth lips, I had a full stomach-full of cum, that is.
"It only took Charley a minute and one-half to get that big foot long flesh wiener of his struck up to a new chord again. I sort of turned around to look on myself in the mirror and when I turned back there it was: about as long as a shoe, and the tip was bent upwards and pink, with the rim shining in the light from that room. It was bent like a big thick hot dog, only longer. I wanted it in my twat. I knew I had to have that hot jamming phallus rubbing my clitoris and spearing my interior cave. That was what I wanted for sure.
"I leapt onto the stem. I gave it my all, all of my lips, all of my tongue, all of my mouth. The heart-shaped mushroom tip, red as a beet, rubbed and tickled my tonsils. When I had the entire first half of that ten-inch joint down my face, that's when I started working out on his buns. I wouldn't be the kind of a girl to let two good things pass me by. I rubbed those two hot buttocks and cradled them with my ten fingers. I wanted that fertile penis of his to get about as hot as could be. What's the use otherwise?
"Well, you know I just worked out on that boner for about as much sucking as it could take. Then I told him, Charley, we got to get into something a little hotter. You wouldn't mind, would you? And you know what, Doctor? He sort of smiled down at me, and he let go of my head, of course, and he pumped me in the lips one more time and said, Babydoll, I wouldn't mind a bit-not one little bit!
"So I climbed up that body of his. I rubbed my titties on his legs on the way-you know I just had to do that. And I pressed my nipples into his crotch a little, just a little, to get a sampling of that penis feel on my chest. Then I wormed all the way up next to him and pressed my lips into his neck like a vampire. I sucked a hickey into his skin. He didn't have a chance. From then on it was all lust and no talk. That man was mine. All mine. I rubbed and slid and jacked up and down on his body, I worked on him like he was a tortilla and I was a Mexican char woman making lunch. I gave him a good solid rub down, something he would remember me by. I left my massage mark on his manly nipples and on his hairy shoulders. He was not a little bit pleased with me
"It wasn't long before he flipped me over, onto my back, and shoved his cock muscle into my twat. He just did it so fast I didn't know what was happening. It reminded me of the time I saw a man get hit in an auto accident. One minute he was walking along and the next he was decapitated and dead. Only this was the exact opposite. One minute I was begging for it and the next minute I had it. Mmmmmm-yummy, yummy, yummy. And good, too!
"I used my twat lips to suck with. I rubbed and drew that meat into my hole. He drilled down, so it wasn't hard to get it going. I used my clit for a pusher, pushing on his joint, making him get the idea that I wanted more, more of everything. More of his slopping tongue working out on my nipples. I wanted more of his mouth sucking on my face and my tongue. I wanted more of his big wet meat most of all. That was the most important part, that he fuck my body so hard that I shake. You know what I mean? I wanted him to drive me crazy, to make me ache, to fill me up with cock flesh. Well, I didn't have to wait long for that. You know what he did, Doctor? He turned me over and slammed that same joint into my arse. He really fucked me hard. I don't mean that he just put it part way in, either. He put it all the way in, down into my bowels. I could feel that heady tip of Charley's all the way inside me.
"Naturally, I squeezed back. I gave him a good tight rubbing with my bunghole tube. First I screamed a little, but then I gave him the rubbing I thought he deserved. I bore down hard. I held him with my sphincter. He was worming around, snaking me out, and I was contracting like an octopus contracts around dinner. Mmmm, I loved him for that. He knew what to do with his meat, alright, and he knew how to do it, too!
"You know what he did with his hands? One he put on my left tit, right here, right around it ... you know what I mean? He put that other one on my right titty. He squeezed 'em both and sent chills ALL over my body. I thought I would die. You know that? There I was with his cock up my arse and his hands squeezed around my titties and my sweat just oozing out, and that slop from my twat making everything as oily and juicy as possible, him punching me, me going wild ... it was terrific! You know what I mean, Doctor? Absolutely terri-fucking-rific!
"When he was close to cuming I reached under my pelvis bone with one hand and came up on his balls. Now that was something he wasn't expecting. I took him good and gentle, but I took him. I rubbed and slid up and down. He liked that and let loose with his cum bullets, shooting me up hard until his meat flashed a last pudding shot and collapsed out of my tough little bunghole. He fell into a fetal slump alongside my bod. I looked at his bloodshot eyes and his sweaty face. I wondered if he could get that big banana of his up one more time, just once more to finish off my pussy, to make me cum....
"I didn't ask him this time. I just assumed he could do it. Of course, I didn't know for sure. I wanted him to make it. But I didn't know for sure that he could.
"I took my old standby position, up above his hips, feet straddling his thighs, my pussy about three feet above his cock. I was like a bombardier preparing to bonzai his cock and balls. I was going to fill my hole with his stick of TNT and all the real bombing would be done by his meat when he was again good and ready. I thought for sure that he would get a kick out of the next slide, but there was no way to be a hundred per cent positive because his eyes were closed. Slowly but surely, like a glider, I made my descent. It didn't take long for the hanger-all flesh, all juice, all hot-to trap that boner meat of his. I rubbed and tugged and squeezed his manly nipples as I squatted onto his rubbery joint. It stood up like a rubber snake, spread out inside me and took on that ten-inch jumbo shape that made me fall in love with Charley in the first place. I knew right then that I was going to get my third full fuck from that guy, and that this time it was going to make me into orgasm juice.
"I rubbed up and down on that impaling flesh steak. It was like having a big thick sword, a cannon, pushing and shoving inside you. It was slamming into me, and I was the one on top, the one who was supposed to be pushing and pulling. But Charley was such a good fuck that he could make his hips go pounding up and down even when he was on his back, I was on my way to heaven. He got me going so good that I didn't know for sure if I would ever come down. I think I even started wondering if I wouldn't get a divorce and marry Charley, make him into my new husband. That's how good a screw Charley, was that day....
"You know something, Doctor, I'm actually pretty shy, I don't like so much to do things with men that I'll be sorry for, but there is something I did one time that I didn't want to do but I did it anyhow. I don't know if I should tell you about it or not. You won't tell anybody so I guess it will be alright. It's about this time that I was an ORAL SLAVE. That's right, Doctor. I was made into a slave. I'll tell you how it happened.
"It was on my honeymoon with Jimmy. I was only eighteen then, and I was very innocent. Not that I hadn't fucked a good many men, because I had. I had screwed with at least five or six boys in Senior Year at Elenda High, but I still had this kind of innocent attitude. You know what I mean? I felt that my titties were pretty and that my mouth was just for kissing and that my legs were for spreading and giving pleasure but that I shouldn't be abused. Do you know what I mean by ABUSED? I don't think for sure that everyone does. I mean that I didn't want a man to hurt me for no good reason. If I'm wrong, that's different. He can hit me and slap me and shove me around and everything. But if I'm not wrong, then I don't want no beating of any sort. Not even with a wet noodle. Ha, ha, ha.
"Well, anyhow, we were about a week into the honeymoon and like I said, I had this kind of innocent attitude? This guy came up to me and asked if I wanted to join a kind of special party. I told him I would have to bring my husband. He said he didn't know that I was married, that the only reason he had talked to me at all was that he thought I was single because I looked so pretty in a two-piece bathing suit where I was, stretched out by the pool getting a great tan and all.
"Well, he was so flattering and so nice that I couldn't refuse to take down the information. He was also very handsome, Doctor. He had on short trunks and I could see his hairy muscular legs. I could also see his joint from time to time when he lifted his foot up to put it on my chaise lounge chair. But I pretended not to have seen anything and wrote down the information he gave me about the party he was giving. I don't know for sure if this guy was the host or a friend of the host or what because I never did see him again. He left after I took down the information about his friend's party.
"Well, that night, after dinner, Jimmy and I started upstairs in the hotel. We were takingthe elevator. Jimmy said all of a sudden that he didn't feel well, that in his stomach he had a weird feeling. I asked him if he was gonna puke and he grabbed his face and begged with his free hand and with his popping eyeballs that I move out of the way. As soon as the elevator doors slid open he vomited on the ashtray and the red satin carpeting. He must have had some bad crab meat or something because he was sicker than a dog. Pretty soon, of course, we were back in the room and Jimmy was stretched out on the bed with a hot water bottle and telling me that he was sorry to have ruined our honeymoon. I came over close and rubbed his penis a little bit, so as to say that I wasn't the least bit worried, that we would have plenty of times in the future when we would take care of each other in different ways, and that if he was sick then that was the way I would take care of him that night, and if on another night he wanted to have a go with that sword of his up my ass hole, well then that was the thing to do. I patted him on the head and he was asleep. You can tell by the things I said to him that I was very much in love, Doctor, and that cheating on someone, in those early days of our marriage, was really out of the question. As I said, I was rather shy, a bit too innocent, I think....
"Anyhow, I got bored of sitting there watching over him. I was tired but also excited. I should have climbed into bed alongside him, but I didn't. I grabbed my purse and went for a walk. I thought that I would be back in no more than ten or fifteen minutes. I was headed for the bar to have a drink and a cigarette. Then I would call it a night and hit the sack with my sick husband of three days.
"At the bar, as I reached into my bag for cigarettes and matches, I happened on the small piece of paper with the time and room number of the stranger's party, the one to which I'd been earlier that day inivted. I lit my cigarette, thought about it, and then, really not caring too much what kind of party it was, I decided that it might be a good way to lull myself before sleep. I would go by the room number and look in to see what Jimmy and I were missing out on, and then I would go back up to bed. I paid my bar tab and left.
"Doctor, perhaps you will think that I am some sort of fool for what I am about to tell you. Maybe you'll think that I deserve everything that happened to me. But hear me out. Listen to my entire story before you make any final judgments. O.k.?
"Now, I headed down the hotel room corridor looking for B-410, the number of the suite where the party was to occur. The padded carpets and overly elaborate wallpaper, finished in satin, gave everything the feel of an old vampire movie. I didn't know for sure if I was going the right direction, but I felt positive that B stood for basement and that that was where I should be going. I took the stairs downward.
"The Basement of the hotel was no less elaborate than the upper floors. It's decor was Victorian and romantic. The stiff curves of high-backed wing chairs and pawed divans gave the underground corridor the starched appeal of an old time museum. All that was needed was dust and spider webs. I thoroughly enjoyed strutting through the hallway looking for the room marked 410, and when I came to it, for some reason I was not surprised that it was gold-leafed, etched and carved, a bas-relief of two naked lovers entangled in each other's precious flesh. The clanger which hung over the peep-hole was itself a carefully sculpted phallus. On either side of this golden rod was a single nugget of spherical bell-shaped metal. When I took the clanger in hand, pulling it back thinking to use it to announce my presence, the two nuggets went sliding together and rang out. But they did not just clink like a doorbell. Rather, they set in motion some electrical impulse which turned into a devilishly somber wail, a high-pitched scream more animal than human. I should have turned away from that door, turned away and ran back upstairs to take my place in bed with my husband. But it was too late. The door creaked open.
"To tell you the truth, Doctor, I was at first relieved. For once the door had opened there was in front of me a fairly ordinary party in progress. Various men and women sat about in their sundry poses of partial or total boredom. Perhaps here and there, smoking a cigarette or sipping a brandy, there was an especially attractive man or woman duly attired and looking this way or that inspecting another member of the party company. But for the most part everyone was talking, smoking their cigarettes or their marijuana, snorting their coke or shooting their H. It was, as I said, a fairly ordinary party. There was visible little or no debauch.
"However, no sooner had I stepped forward into the main ballroom-and it was a large expanse of hallway, ten foot ceilings, the length of a gymnasium, and the walls were tilted slightly, outwards-no sooner had I plunged myself into the company about me when a strong dark-haired handsome man took me by the elbow and said: 'We've been expecting you. Right this way.' On the way I could feel him sliding his hand up and down my buns, checking out the slope of my rump. I wondered, truly I did, what he had in mind for me, and why!
"I was escorted to the back of the hall and through a small door. The party noises and dense smoke of the main room gave way to the relative quiet and agonizing stillness of a few bored souls intent on demolishing each other. There before me, as though pitted around a poker table, were three men with their sleeves rolled, their ties loosened, and they were sweating and inspecting me. Behind them, on hinged wracks, were two nude voluptuous women strapped spreadeagle and haltered. I couldn't at first decide toward what end they had been mounted, but then, as I was able to more clearly focus in the packed room, I could see that the purpose of the leather bindings was to make available to the men the two front orifices of those naked ladies. What any of this had to do with me I was not yet sure.
"Before I could give it much more thought, however, I was shoved down on the floor, commanded to open my mouth and made to submit to a rather humiliating inspection. One of the two men present before my arrival shoved a tongue depressor onto my mouth muscle while the other held my jaws spread wide open. I tried to see what was in their eyes, what devilish plans they had for me, but I could not even focus on them because of a blinding white light which beamed down between their faces, over their shoulders and into my eyes. I nearly gagged with the feel of that wooden stick at the back of my throat.
"'She's got a nice long throat,' said one of the men. 'It's going to be good. I think she'll take a size three."
"I had no idea what to say about any of this. I started to get up, thinking that I might explain that they had captured the wrong woman, that surely they must have known that I was only just married and that I knew so little about things sexual that it was really a waste of time and senseless to tie me up like those other girls, that it didn't seem to me ... but it was no good. They were intent on using my body in the ways which, Doctor, I will shortly describe.
"First they fixed me to a rack, like the other women. They made me strip, spread my legs and arms, and then they tied me in. That part was no easy thing to submit to, but it was not nearly so bad and vile as the feeling of having a leather strap halter slung over my chest My titties were left hanging and exposed, my mouth was left open and raw, and my loins and my twat, my mound-hole, were left available for use. Everything else was wrapped in leather.
"Can you imagine? There I was, as innocent a child as ever you'd expect to meet. I'd been living in the suburbs, minding my own, thinking about getting married. Now I had some sort of a marriage arranged already and a bunch of barbarians were taking me apart. They were going to use my holes, my bodily orifices for whatever foul purposes they could think of. It was too disgusting for words, Doctor, and I was terribly frightened even before they finished strapping me in. I knew I was in for some kind of trouble.
"The first thing they did was introduce me to the other girls, as if I would ever want to see anyone from this den of iniquity ever again. Then they said there would be no talking between or among the women. Finally, the first of them undressed.
"I didn't know what was going to happen. For one thing, just as soon as he had undressed and started to work out on one of the other girls, I was blindfolded. Do you realize what that meant? I didn't know what was going to happen or when. I felt something begin to crawl and catch between my legs. It was a finger or a dildo or something that sent my clitoris flicking up and down. I couldn't see, and when I started to scream out I was suddenly worried that I would be gagged and unable to breathe. I muffled my cries of pain and agony as they continued their lusty defilement of my body. I was so scared that I urinated on one of them. I don't know who it was or how it happened, but I pissed down his hand and on his leg. He shouted for another of their group to fetch a towel, to clean me and to do so quickly. I could hear them laughing at one another for the shame I'd caused the man who was playing with my clit just then, but I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't control my bladder just then. It happened again, and then I was empty.
'They took turns on the other two girls, but only one man, as far as I could tell, worked out on my mound. He rubbed his finger or something like a finger up and down next to my clitoris. He used whatever tool it was to poke me hard, to rub in the back of my fleshy little cave and to spread out my lips. I protested to him that I was a virgin, thinking that this would cool his ardor. But no, it only served to make him hotter and hornier. He came at me with everything he had. That long pole, his muscular legs, his big hands-all of it attacked me at once. I felt something rubbing my lips, something rubbery and wet and phallic-like, and then I remembered that the man who had invited me to the party in the first place had mentioned something about ORAL SLAVES, but I didn't know what he meant. This must have been it. I was being trained as an oral slave, trained to give head and to suck cock and to rub only with my mouth, to be a woman with the oral fetish. Oh, God, I was frightened. But there wasn't a thing I could do. I opened my mouth wide and accepted his thick meat.
"Did I tell you that the upright racks had been turned around? Oh, yes, that was part of the torture. The rack that I was on was spun down so that my head was on the floor and my spread loins were up in the air. Well, my head wasn't completely on the floor, really. Actually, it was at belt height, just about so that if a man stepped forward with his boner flopping it would go flopping in my mouth. Oh, God, Doctor, the shame of it, the sin, the absolute depravity of that hour with those men and their ideas. It drove me bananas. I had to suck him off, though, because I had no choice. Do you understand the position? I was upside down on the rack. But we were vertical, and he had shoved his penis into my mouth, in the usual sixty-nine fashion, and he was working out between my legs with his tongue. It was like bar service, only instead of getting a scotch or a whiskey, the customer received my clit juice. It was so humiliating and so disgusting that I thought I might vomit all over the man's balls. But I was still frightened and blindfolded and worried that they would go and tell my husband what a mess I had made of our honeymoon, and what a wretched girl I was for going to such a debased party in the first place. I just kept sucking.
"Then, all of a sudden, the rack-wheel spun upwards, away from the phallus that was between my lips and I was held upright again. Oh, God, I was dizzy and horny and I could feel the clit fluid leaking from my twat hole. I didn't know where I was. I heard the other girls giggling. I wondered how they could take it all so lightly. After all, we were being molested and jacked-off and our titties were being sucked and teased without our permission and finally we would probably be raped by no less than a dozen men. I didn't see what was funny about that. Not at all funny, I tried to tell them, did I find the notion of my body being abused that way. But there was no way to convince them. One of them, I think the one from the far end, was taken off the rack. She came over and laughed in my face, so close to me that I could feel her breath on my cheeks as she chortled. Then the sadistic laughing and braying ceased. There was a moment of quiet. Finally I felt a finger slide down my thigh and I knew. I knew why the two girls were laughing like gorillas, why the men were finding it so amusing that I would tell the other women my troubles. You see, good Doctor, the women were in on this silly little game! They too wanted to have a go at my lovely body, a chance to caress and fondle and finally to abuse and defile my flesh. It was then that I nearly passed out.
"When I came to I was upside down. My head was spun downwards and my twat was at mouth-level. In my oily labia lips, right between the two fleshy leaves, was a woman's tongue. I don't know how I knew, but I could tell it was the mouth muscle of a female. She was sliding her tongue up and down on my clitoris, working it like it was just a little piece of pecker, something to get her heated before the real McCoy. I didn't know what to say. Speechless, I took a deep breath. 'Please let me go,' I moaned to the upright world. 'Please, please, please ... ' My only answer was that viscous slurping in my boiled twat. My clit was up, erect. That much I could tell without looking, blindfolded.
"I wanted to talk to them, to tell them what a mistake they were making in abusing me that way. I wanted to tell them all that they could be saved and lead normal, decent lives. I wanted to set them in the right direction, to make them see the light, to enlighten them. But it was "no good. They were all of them only interested in fucking me over, in satisfying their perverted cravings by grinding their tongues into my pussy, or their cocks and their titties into my mouth lips. It was so fucking disgusting that I couldn't stay conscious for the rest of it. Again I passed out, fainted dead away and didn't wake up until morning.
'To my surprise and delight, however, I woke up alongside my husband, in bed with Jimmy. Don't ask me how. I was just there. Maybe those rascals who had kidnapped me into that dungenous room, or maybe that woman who had last licked my twat with her long snake-like tongue, or someone, had brought me back upstairs to my rightful room in the honeymoon hotel. Whatever it was, Jimmy was glad to see me. I could tell just by looking at his face. That smile of his spread out all over. 'Good morning,' he said. 'You sure do look a sight for sore eyes,' and he pushed me down between his legs, something he never had done before. I liked it, this time, because it was with my wonderful hubby. You know that, Doctor? I liked eating and sucking and I liked slurping on that big red hog head because it belonged to lovely Jimmy, my husband, and it wouldn't be right if I did that to someone else, but for him, just-then, well, it made a heck of a lot of sense. So I went rolling and sliding my mouth muscle up and down that thick joint of his, working it with all my might, making him as hard and as happy as I possibly could. It was one hell of a workout for the two of us.
"Now don't you get me wrong. Licking off a mushroom head till it squirts jism juice is different than getting tied up in leather and chained by the feet to a roulette wheel so that some rake sheik can take you apart. You know what I mean? I mean it just seems to me that having a fuck or two is different when it's with your husband than when it's with some guy who's attacking you just for the hell of it. It's not my fault that other guy's got the horny blues and nowhere to spend them. After all, but then I don't know. Maybe it would be better just to let everyone go out and fool around the way they want to. You know what I mean? I mean, I like sucking a good cock every now and then, Doctor. I like rubbing on Jimmy's tool, too, especially when it gets good and red and hot and all, but I like other ones for variety, if you know what I mean. So I don't know about fidelity. I don't think I like the idea very much at all, actually, and maybe I should take back a little of what I was mouthing off before. You know what I'm talking about, Doctor? I mean, maybe it's only right that a woman, married or not, should go out and suck off all the mushroom head she can get her hands on, and then stuff all that highly cram able muscle into her pussy and really enjoy her body the way it was meant to be enjoyed. You know what I mean? Maybe getting defiled really is the best way after all...."
CASE NUMBER SIX: Cherry D.
"Wife, wife, wife! That's all I heard for a year, Doctor, and one day I was sitting around and I decided that I was sick and tired of just being young and pretty. You know what I mean? There I was sitting in the living room all sprawled out across the sofa with my robe half undone and my finger going up and down on my clit and I was trying to figure out what it meant that I was seventeen, married and horny. A friend of mine had left a copy of one of those sex magazine newspapers at the house and I was thumbing through the thing. And I was fuming.
"You know what I mean? I was angry. I don't know about what or why. In one hand I had my pussy, my clit and the lips, and I was fingering myself, and in the other hand I had the paper and I was looking through those personal ads? You know the ones? The ones where they say 'I got a horny penis for you, just ring me up, babydoll, and I'm all yours'? You know which kind I'm talking about, Doctor? And I was asking myself why I was sitting there as horny as a bull in heat and why I was married so young and why I was just waiting around at two in the p.m. for my hubby to come home and give me a two-minute squirt when I could be out gnawing for hours on a twelve inch muscle, or maybe I could go through those ads and call myself a woman to come and give my butt a massage and a little pressing. But whatever it was, whichever one of those things I tried out, it would be a hell of a lot better than sitting around and chewing on my nails. You know what I mean, Doctor?
"So I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and tied off my robe and headed straight for the phone, which was about five feet away on the kitchen table. I untangled the cord and went to the first advertisement I could find, the first one that looked like it might do me some good. I found one that said something about a lot of juicy meat and a lot of hot muscle and how they would be happy to deliver, door-to-door. I dialed.
"A happy sort of deep voiced male answered at the other end. He told me the whole she-bang. It was a simple operation, my kind of style. They send over a stud, someone made to order with a big cock and an arsenal of tools. They supply the stud, I supply the moola. I said what the hell, and I told him to get hopping, that I wanted someone who could handle a hot horny housewife. He took the address and promised me a discrete delivery within a half-hour.
"I clicked off and headed for the shower. It took me maybe ten minutes to make myself ready. I got out of the john and started humming to myself. I sure was glad that although I was married I didn't have any kids. Kids would have made that afternoon impossible. What would I tell them? Your Mommy just called a deliver-a-dick service and you have to go take a nap?
"Anyhow, I straightened out the living room and waited for the stranger with the big dick to show-up. I figured he'd probably be one of the ugliest male studs I ever did see. I imagined though that he would have the kind of a hard-on that could make an unhappy housewife horny and happier than when he started. I was just praying. This was going to be my noontime cowboy coming to make me on the cusp. I was looking forward to all that meaty bronco-riding that they promised in the newspaper advertisement.
"Well, the doorbell rang and I was leaking like a sieve. I knew for sure that Mr. Stud would smell my juice, that aroma of female friendship my twat was emanating like there was no tomorrow. Anyhow, I up and answered the door and would you believe it? There was standing there one of the most putrid looking men I ever did see. He had acne on his cheeks and on his nose. He had sweat dripping down his face and his belt was half undone. He had trousers that matched the color of his teeth, slime green, and his ear-there was only one of them-was chewed up like a dog had had at it. He only had four or five teeth and Doctor, that was all I saw of that ugly creature because right then I slammed the door in his face and latched all five bolt locks including a steel police bar which I knew only Godzilla could get through. I rushed to the jangle machine and called up that advertisement number again and told him at the other end with the sweet voice that he had better send me over a looker or I would report him to the Better Business Bureau. He apologized insincerely and told me I would have another stud on my front porch in five minutes.
"No sooner had I hung up when there was a knock at the door. I took my time opening the latches and then I took a casual peek through the peep hole. This guy was looking a little better. He had clear skin and curly dark hair. He had a sparse mustache and the kind of clean white teeth that only the middle class who could afford 'em have. He was alright looking and I knew I wasn't going to mind so much cheating on my husband with this other guy. I opened the door.
"Well, not only was Stud Number Two a little more on the good-looking and intelligent side, he was charming and witty, too. All that remained for me to find out about this dude before I paid the piper the price of the pipe was the size. I asked him if he wouldn't mind letting me have a look see at his hog head. He smiled and undid his trousers. I nearly fainted. He had one of the longest spikes I ever did see. The mushroom head alone must have been the size of a silver dollar. I wanted to faint. I backed off. I told him I didn't think I could handle anything that big. I said that maybe I was wrong, wrong morally to be doing this, cheating on my husband, and he said that my husband wouldn't ever know about this little love interlude. I kept backing up.
"I don't know how it happened, but we ended up in the bedroom with his Charge Card system on my chest, me slipping the plastic mini-board into place and him running up by tab. He threw the machine on the floor after he'd got me to sign the ticket, and he started rubbing me up. He asked me what a good looking girl was doing calling up Dial-A-Dick, but I was too busy trying to catch my breath, huffing and puffing, to be able to make sense out of what was going on. I looked over his shoulder at one point when I thought to open my eyes, and I saw that it was about four o'clock, which meant that we didn't have a whole hell of a lot of time to finish up with the rock and roll sex action. He was grabbing hold of my titties and telling me that this was a favorite hold for most of his customers. I happen to have big knockers, Doctor, so he had quite a grip around my titties, enough, in fact, to throw me for a loop onto the floor if he had wanted to, or to swing me around in circles. Of course that would have stretched my nipples out pretty damn bad but....
"Anyhow, he was working on me like a pro. After all, that was why I had called up Dial-A-Dick in the first place, to get a little first class cheating done on my husband. Why, if an ordinary housewife teenager like me can't have a good time once in a while, who can?
"So I reached down there and took hold of Mr. Studly's nice hot penis head. It was big, alright, and it was fat like a walnut. I enjoyed giving that thing a nice healthy rub, the kind of a flushing that would have made a beet blush even more so. I was happy to have such a healthy stick for my own pleasure-making, and I think that Dial-A-Dick stud was a little surprised himself to see how horny a housewife he'd got himself into. It came to a point where I had his cock muscle in my pussy, and the stem of that root in my hands. Nothing could be finer!
"Now this here Dial-A-Dick stud wrapped his hands around my ass cheeks and pretended to be making patty-cake. He worked his fingers into the dough cakes there, rubbing and tugging and molding my ass flesh like it was going to be a pound cake. Similarly he jacked off my clit rather professionally with his rolling pin joint, a kingpin if ever there was one, a steamroller made out of flesh, made to steam my rolling insides until I was nothing but pressed pussy juice. Mmmmm, good! It was nice!
"When he got that meat of his hammered all the way down my tube, and when he pretty much tacked me into the mattress, he started sliding his spike up and down and side to side just to make sure that there weren't any unpressed creases, knotholes, crannies in my nooky. You know there weren't!
"I took advantage of this meat I'd bought and paid for by sliding my fingers up around the back of his ass. I gave him a little digital rock and roll action in his bunghole, just to see what a fresh pro sphincter feels like to a needy wife-bitch. And it felt good, Doctor. Really fucking good! I was happy to have taken a chance. Once I hooked that thing with my middle digit I started to tug, but Mr. Stud from Dial-A-Dick, he told me that I would rip him up too badly if I kept on like that, and that if I did that, if I hurt him in any way so that his trade would be injured he would have to slice off my nipples and then some. So I let up on his ass hole and told him not to get huffy.
"I don't know why, but he didn't like my attitude. He yanked his cock out of my pussy and I could see it was plenty juicy and plenty stiff, which I suppose wasn't quite enough for him. He told me he was done doing his duty and now he was going to do my ass hole, just to remind me what place a cunt ought to keep. I told him I didn't want that and that if he so much as laid an inch of that foot long wiener of his on my ass I would have him arrested for so many things that he would be dead from old age before they finished reading the indictment. He was not convinced, nor was he in any way the least bit afraid. He flipped me over onto my belly and shoved my screaming face into the pillow. I had a last look over my shoulder at the clock and I knew that my husband would most likely be entering his castle in about ten minutes. I wondered if Mr. Dialed Dick knew what he was in for.
"But he didn't seem to care a darn about anything except getting that fleshy sword meat of his all the way into my crotch in the anal side of my body. He took a good long shove and pushed that slippery weapon up inside the backdoor holster. When he arrived at the bowel pits he didn't stop his cramming and jamming and hammering and pounding. He just kept right on going all the way into my intestines with that thing and since he wasn't planning on stopping at all I didn't see any reason to do anything but wail and screech like a fucked-up banshee. I let out a howl that a hyena would have been scared of, but Mr. Stud from Dial-A-Dick, he must have thought that I was ticklish or something, because he kept slamming that hammer of his into my hole, like a big electric pick axe, and he had no intention of stopping, maybe even not after he ejaculated, I figured.
"Well, he did start to throbbing and shoving jism juice in my rear hole. I could feel my buns flapping on either side of that twitching log muscle of his, and I started to crawl away, to reach for the bed boards and call it quits, but he reached under me and started rubbing my nipples and jacking on my titties. I thought I was going to die from the way he was filling my bowels with cock muscle and jerking around on my chest with his hands. It was killing me. He even pressed down hard so that I had to go flat, on my belly, with him still riding me like some sort of mare. I passed out.
"Now when I came to I found myself laying in bed with a yellow ticket in my hand and a big wet splotch under my hairy cunt. I rolled over onto my back and looked at the yellow ticket. It said at the top Dial-A-Dick, and down below, in the middle of that laundry ticket, it said, It's A Pleasure To Serve You, and lower down there was my bill and my Charge Card number and my signature next to the numbers: $52.40, no tax. I was leaking jism and clit juice from my twat lips, and my heart was going mad like thunder when I heard a car pull up in the driveway. It only took a quick look at the clock for me to realize that Mr. Stud had left and that my husband was arriving.
"I looked around the room and saw that I could pick up most of it, which I did, before my hubby even got to the front porch, and then I rushed into the shower and made myself nice and clean and fresh like a daisy before I would have been caught fucking around like a guilty kid. It was worth every second of it, Doctor. Every fucking second, I loved having that Stud Service reaming out my ass hole and my pussy, no matter how much I screamed at that guy and told him I didn't. I really did love the feel of that new cock doing me in right.
"Not that I didn't like the way my hubby shoved his meat into my twat orifice later that night. I mean that was just super, too. Especially when he got to grinding. I think that's the best, when he grinds on my clit with that mushroom rim, when he pushed up and down and jacks on it with that tough spongy crown and makes me get all hot and blushing and everything. I mean, sometimes I think that I wouldn't stay married if it weren't for that little push and shove he gives me on my clit sometimes. That's the fucking best. I like getting slimy just so I can get that rubber pecker of his going up against my inner lips, working out on my pussy that way. Nothing could be finer, Doctor. Nothing at all.
"Of course I enjoy a little slopping on his meat every now and then. You know, the usual stuff, going down on it with my lips all wet and juicy and my tongue all spidery and spread out to get him feeling good and all. I like that, rubbing his penis with my tongue and working on the boner with my lips and sucking on it with my mouth. I don't think he minds it much, either. Of course, I have to be sure and use my hands on his ass. He don't like it as much if I don't hold his buns in my hands. That's why I'm usually on my knees, on my knees and pressing my titties really firm up against his thighs and holding his ass flesh in my two palms while my mouth is going sliding up and down, back and forth, on the mushroom head of that big spongy cock tip of his. What's a hubby for, eh?
"Now that's what I call nice action for both of us, till death do us part, but I really got to go back to what I was saying before about how a teenager can't get enough of it, and how if she has to sit home and all it isn't going to be healthy for her. You know what I mean, Doctor? Imagine if I had to sit home with my loins all locked and clamped together like a vise, and how it would be with my nipples all pert and hot and cherry and just waiting for some dude to come along and suck them off really good-why, just imagine what it would be like if I couldn't go out and pretend not to be a WIFE with a capital W for a little while. I mean, it would just drive me wild. I'd be in chains in an asylum after a week. It would be terrible ... And that's how I was feeling the next day or so after I called Dial-A-Dick....
"I was sitting there on the living room sofa saying to myself that I ought and should be good, that I ought and should not be calling any other stud services and fooling around on my hubby, but I couldn't keep from thinking about it. I couldn't ignore the flow of clit juice starting to secrete from my inner pussy hole lips, and I couldn't just sit there and ignore how my heart was beating like a machine gun in all out war on T.V., if you know what I mean, or like thunder. I just couldn't control myself. I ripped out that newspaper again and looked up another one of the fellows in that rag, another one of those advertisements. This time it said something about a nice middle-aged man looking for comfort and security with a pretty teenager widow. Well, I gave that number a lot of thought. I paced up and down the living room wondering out loud if maybe I shouldn't just spread my wifely loins for a dildo or a fingering or something.
"I even tried that out in the bedroom. I went in there and stripped down completely, took off every thread of clothing that I was wearing and then I even slipped off my diamond engagement ring. I set it aside on the bureau next to the bed. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could see that I was still wearing lipstick, nail polish, rouge, and that my hair was ratted. I gave up the bedroom mirror for the same in the bathroom and there in the privacy of that tile chamber I took off every last bit of synthetic beauty that I owned and left myself nude of anything and everything that was synthetic and put on about my flesh. I was truly naked.
"Returning to the bedroom I reminded myself of my mission; to see if I could not enjoy my twat alone, with no extra dildo or purchased or paid and bought for penis from the advertisements. I rubbed my legs open and supercharged a finger which I stuffed down my tube. I rubbed into it good and hard. You have to remember that I was standing in front of the mirror with my finger up my spread lips, with my legs spread I mean to say. I was standing there finger fucking myself as hard as possible in order to avoid cheating on my young and friendly hubby.
"After a little while I took to using my other finger, too. I leaned forward and spread my two ass cheeks, put my finger into my ass hole and shoved. I worked that finger up there, high, and far, into my lower intestine, even, and I wormed it around, scraped it on the walls of my anal bunghole tube. It was contracting, that big muscle was, like I had to take a shit or something, rubbing on my finger because I was penetrating so deep into my arse flesh. I was simultaneously, of course, working my other finger up and down on my pussy meat. I was getting my clit nice and firm and I was getting my anus nice and hot and it looked like I might be able to make it, that I might be able to resist the terrible temptation to go calling up strangers and fucking them instead of my husband. If I could do that, just by rubbing my ass hole and my twat for a little while, then I might be able to save my marriage. That's what I was thinking about, Doctor, I swear to you. That's why I was masturbating my two pelvis holes that way with my two different fingers, and that's why I was looking in the mirror and watching my nipples and my titties and my face, even, get redder and hotter and sweatier and all. I really did want to cum that way so that I could know for sure that I could always just go jack off instead of go cheat on my hubby.
"But it didn't work. No matter how much I stood there with my breasts hanging down, with my nipples all sprung and cherry-no matter how much finger rubbing and finger fucking I did in my ass hole and my cunt I couldn't get myself hot enough to cum and be polyorgasmic the way I knew I was....
"I tried everything. I tried rubbing forward, sliding backward, jumping up and down. I tried curling up in a ball on the floor and using the vacuum cleaner.
I tried a lampshade off a lamp and unscrewing the bulb and sticking that screw device off the base of the bulb into my hole. I tried climbing doorknobs and rubbing myself with the gearshift knob from the car. I even tried jamming a fucking coke bottle up my hole, and even that didn't work. Don't get me wrong, Doctor. I used to be able to get off that way, just from a little personal rubbing, a little self-scratch action, but I couldn't anymore. I don't know why. It just wouldn't happen.
"So I gave up. I picked myself up off the bedroom floor and staggered into the living room and found the phone and the number of the middle-aged man who wanted a young teenager for his pleasure. I picked up the phone and dialed. We talked small talk for ten minutes and then we got down to particulars. I asked him up front how big it was, how thick, when he could give it to me. Before he answered he wanted to know for a fact that I had about fifteen cubic mouthfuls of breast meat for him and I told him I did. I also told him that I had the cutest little twat lips he would ever in his life suck open, and that once he got past my short cropped pubic snatch he would be enjoying some of the finest clit material he'd ever set his tongue to. He liked that so I gave him some more. What the hell? Verbal fucking costs nothing. I told him that my ass cheeks were the sort of fleshy buns that men around the world have hungered for over the millennia, that the shape alone of my globes was enough to make him cum but that once he got a feel, an actual touch of that soft flesh he would never again want another woman. I told him that my little brown hole was a prize morsel made for winners only, and that if he had the kind of a big prick that I was looking for he could take my anus home with him. I was willing to go that far.
"He started breathing pretty heavy on the other end of that clang machine, so I told him that he could come over right now and investigate my cleavage for openers, if, of course, he was so inclined. (Inclined, nothing! I knew he had a full-fledged upright tower already, a tower of flesh, and that he would be on his way into ecstasy even before he hung up the phone.) He said he would be right over, and I told him that I would be waiting for him.
"To make sure that everything was nice for Mr. Big, I did a quick once over on the living room. To make sure that we wouldn't be interrupted I called hubby and chatted him into meeting me for dinner out that night, at seven-thirty, and he said for sure that he would do that. I hung up with everything in order. Of course, I had to do a quick shower just to be double-trouble for my new fuck-friend, and I did a perfumed douche on both ends of my bod to be positive that everything-and I mean EVERYTHING-was in superb order. It was right then, just as I was powdering my left boob, polishing my left nipple, when the doorbell started ringing. I finished off my chest, fished out my disposable apricot pussy aromatizer, and I tied my silky red housecoat closed around my waist. You could, natch, see my big ones pushing out of the lapels, especially if I leaned down or turned right or left. As for my legs and everything else supple in the world, I showed off my sampling just by walking a bit. I knew it was going to be a good fuck for me and Mr. Big-if he was worth the trouble. I answered the door.
"He was a big man and he came straight in. He hunched over a little as if he had to bend his head in order to clear the top of the door. While he was checking out the lay of the land in the living room I was inspecting his crotch. I wanted to make sure that he was as well-hung as he was supposed to be. I could see the silhouette of something hanging there, and I knew it wasn't a bat in the belfry. He had a big one, alright, the kind of a clapper that might just make for some clang-clang boom-boom of the polyorgasmic variety. And that would be very nice indeed. I shut the door behind him.
"He finished surveying what there was to survey in that comfy little living room and then he turned to me and gave me the once over, same style. Only instead of turning his eyes and his head round and round he went up and down. He inspected me from head to toe and back again. I could feel his eyeballs reaching out and massaging my pelvis and rubbing my titties to no good, feeling me up, rubbing my loins and making my twat lips swell with lust. I was horny from the way he looked at me. This middle aged man was not looking for an ordinary teenager babysitter type. He was looking for the likes of me, and I was ready to give him just about anything that he might ask for. Especially since that crotch thing of his was beginning to take on a little more definition.
"It was swelling up and bulging for one thing. And I could see the head of that big iron joint, and I was getting myself ready for a little of that rub-a-dub-tub action that I knew we both wanted. I think he could see in my housecoat the little bumps, my pert little nipples sticking up already, just the way they were from my earlier efforts to make myself cum from, masturbating. There was going to be quite an explosion in that cunt of mine when I finally laid my lips to rest on his meat. I could tell that from the beginning.
"We did the small talk and then we took a little sampling of the heat. We kissed, and I gave that middle-aged poker a good slide with my long wet mouth muscle. He Frenched me back, too, and it wasn't any kind of sloppy haphazard kiss, neither. He went to town inside my face, licking and rubbing my teeth and gums and kissing me the way I love it. I gave him a good little pressing, pushing my titties up at him while he was getting his hand going down between my legs. I wanted him to have a feel of my juicy titties before giving me the old one-two. He took the hint and came up with his hand sliding and massaging. He gave my nipples a tug here and there. Then he took to twisting my breasts. I thought he was going to tear them right off. I was about to warn him they weren't punching bags, but he slowed up. He let his hand slide back down along my smooth belly and rested his sweaty palm on my thigh. He took to massaging, kneading that supple, comely flesh (if I do say so myself), rubbing it into a frenzy and giving me goose bumps all the way down between my toes. I was melting fast.-
"When he got done kissing me in the face and working out on my loins, that's when he slipped a finger between my butterfly lips. I call them that because when those wings open and a man gets his finger humming and buzzing in there I feel like I can fly. My cocoon just opens up and juices me so that I see nothing but colors and pretty things and I start thinking that the ol' world isn't so bad after all....
"Anyhow, he rubbed his finger up and down in there, worked out on my clit a bit and got it hot with that digital action, and pretty soon he was huffing and puffing himself, working out like a goat climbing a rocky mountain, getting there, always getting higher and higher, never stopping to think about what would happen if he missed one rock and always working up higher till he gets to the top of that mountain. I loved that, loved the way he worked his way up my body with his fingers, and then he mounted me all together.
"I think that was what I had been waiting for, Doctor. He took that big flesh needle of his and rammed it all the way down the throat of my twat-hole. He opened me up wide and shoved that huge pecker of his into my open hole. I don't even remember him taking it out, getting his pants off. That's how fast it happened. He just all of a sudden was on top of me and he wasn't huffing and puffing any more. He was just real quiet.
And he was rocking up and down stuffing the biggest organ ever into my pussy. Mmmm, it was nice to be split like that, like a log stump, and turned into a nice juicy little daisy. I was all tame and his and ready for whatever he wanted to do. I spread my loins, my ample curvy thighs and my juicy lips so wide that I thought my body would soon be coming apart at the rear seam. I lifted my long smooth legs up in the air over his head so my feet were dangling above him, over his back, and I rocked up and down on that thick shaft until the whole thing entire was stuffed into my body, until there was none of it going unused by my pussy. He was mine, all mine, and I was glad of it, too. I like a big thick meat.
"Well, the next thing I knew I was cuming. I wasn't just juicing, either. I was rocking and rolling and rubbing and tugging. The inside of my twat was crushing that man's penis with juice and flesh and everything nice. I know it was good for him because he was ooing and aahing and making just about every conceivable sound that you could think of, and he was also flooding my insides with hot creamy pudding. It as a perfect shot, every spurt of which ticked off a tingle in the back of my vagina. I have to tell you that I loved that more than any other fucking that I can remember right now. I mean there I was, my legs up in the air, my naked thighs pressed against his shoulders and my thighs spread so wide that a bull cock could have fit in there three times over, but this guy out of the newspaper advertisement had filled me up. Jesus fucking Christ! What more could a horny little housewife bitch ask for? I ask you, Doctor: what could be finer?
"Well, I'll tell you. Not finer, but certainly right on up there on the list of nice things to do was my third newspaper acquaintance, Claire. That right, Doctor, a woman! Oh, she was pretty. She had small titties with big red nipples which became so hard that they thrust out at you like finger tips. They were very, very pretty when they turned so rosy and hot. And her legs, Claire's legs, they were as smooth as ivory tusks and beige like tanned leather. Her hide was the smoothest flesh I ever touched. I'm not a Lesbian, Doctor, but that girl Claire nearly convinced me that it wouldn't be a bad thing to do....
"It happened like this: it was another horny afternoon in front of the classifieds. I didn't know what to do,-to Dial-A-Dick or to suffer the slings and no flesh arrows of being a horny little housewifey with no prong to fill her holster. Hubby was not due home for two days, out of town on business, having a grand old time fucking his brains out, no doubt, in some summer village off the coast of Maine. Frankly, I didn't care and I still don't. I gave in to my lusty urge and picked up the paper and found an ad which appealed to my hot appetite. It was listed as Call Claire For Some Fun In The Sun. I could hardly refuse that one.
"I called and she said she had an appointment already that afternoon, but she would take my number and call me back. I told her I was needy and that I couldn't possibly wait. She said she would call me back in a minute if she could cancel her earlier appointment, which, it goes without saying, she was able to do. Not long after there was a knocking at my door, something gently and friendly three times in a row on the wood clapper, and I answered with a soft smile on my moist hungry lips. It was, of course, Claire.
"She stood there waiting for me to ask her in. I was temporarily dumbfounded by the sight of so pretty a young woman. She had on a short skirt which ended slightly above the knee. It wrapped neatly around her waist and held tucked in place a three-button see-through blouse which split down the middle to reveal the soft round hillocks she called her breasts. They were, taken together, no more than a child's handful of lusty pink flesh, but the nipples made up the lion's share of her limited endowment and somehow camouflaged the fact that she was basically flat chested. I liked her immediately. What she lacked in breast meat I would make up with my own large heating mammaries. I asked her in.
"She had a pretty voice with a lyrical swell which came out in unusually staccato rhythm. Here and there in the middle of a sentence she would cease speaking, abruptly cut off her words and yet one felt like the thought and emotion of what she was saying had been made as complete as possible. It. was like listening to a jazz flutist.
"As for her face it was pleasantly ovular with a pink cast. Her almond shaped eyes were green and dazzlingly bright and crystal clear like lake water. Her slender nose spread and turned upwards at the nostrils leaving two little holes, like the finger slots in a bowling ball. Her mouth was prettily done up in lipstick, bright red, and she had some combination of aqua and forest green mascara above her eyes. I wanted her from the moment I saw her. I could feel juice trickle from between my pussy lips, sliding down along one leg, preparing me for the up and coming fuck session, my first with a human being of my same female sex. It was too exciting for words....
"After a few words of quiet introduction we went to the bedroom. There Claire undressed and showed me her slender opening, her pretty ruby lips and her lovely inner hole. She sat on the side of the bed and pulled her legs wide open. Then she rocked backwards on her spine and revealed, while holding her ankles with her hands, that delightful little bunghole which I shall never be able to forget. I fell to my knees and immediately devoured that splendid aperture, gave it my all, filled it with long hot wet tongue muscle. She nearly flipped for me because of that, and from then on my every desire was consummately fulfilled. I loved every minute of it.
"She gave me a handsome eat-out, Doctor, easily as good as anything my male lovers ever gave me. She used her tongue like a pro. She rubbed and slid with it, rocked up and down on my clitoris and used her cheeks, her soft rosy cheeks, to press and massage and fondle the inside of my thighs which are sensitive to caresses that I nearly came from that precious feel. I was excited beyond belief and the flow of hot juice from my cunt emphasized that fact to both Claire and myself. It was everything I could do to keep from screaming out my frenzied delight.
"When the time came, I had several orgasms in a row. Claire knew what to do to make me last that way. She worked her hands around and around on my chest until my titties were as full of lust and heat as could be. My nipples were up and at attention, just waiting to be pinched off, and sure enough Claire took care of that, too. She rubbed down my hot little titty tips and she kneaded my big fat mammaries. It was nothing for her to continue eating me out at the same time. She was one of the lustiest creatures of the face of the earth, I'm sure.
"After that first polyorgasm event, I lay in a pile of spent seething wet flesh. I was sweating from every pore of my body. I had yielded completely to my erotic drives, giving everything, taking everything, and now I was paying for it, catching up with myself, or at least trying to. Claire, from time to time, would find energy somewhere, energy which she used on me, puckering her lips and kissing my fallen nipples, caressing my big flat boobies with her wet tongue, rubbing me with her fresh smooth palms. I didn't know where she found her fabulous endurance and strength, but I was happy for it as I felt her arouse in me, once again, that tremendous desire for flesh made erotic.
"I found myself happily aroused and turned on her, I pushed her down flat on the bed and shoved my tongue up between those delightfully thick glistening twat lips. If I had been turned on by Claire's eat out of me, then it stood to reason that she would gain a similar thrill by my rubbing her clit in the same manner. I took it upon myself to give her the best possible scrubbing.
With all the care of a coddling nurse for a new-born infant, I stretched my tongue out and wrapped it, curled it around that fleshy little pointer, Claire's clit. I rubbed up and down on that thing, greased it as many times in a row as possible. I rubbed with my tongue and chewed with my lips on Claire's tender clit. The thing began twitching and she spread her legs wildly to permit me even more room to work my oral magic. It only took a moment or two to pop off that little button of sweet flesh, and sooner than I thought Claire began to quake, to shiver and tremble with hot flesh chills which went scrambling up and down her pretty pink body.
"I noticed that my own breasts were very hot. The nipples were upright and needy of a pressing massage. I leaned down close to Claire's thighs and used my chest to go for a stimulating rub, stimulating for both of us and extremely exciting. When I managed to lodge my tongue all the way up inside Claire's tender pussy, that's when she started screaming at me, yelling and twisting and shouting, thrusting her hips up and down on my mouth and wiggling like some sort of terrified impaled worm. But I kept skewering her tender pussy lips with my thick mouth muscle and when I thought she could stand it no longer, I climbed up on top of her body and kissed her on the lips with that very same clit-wet tongue of mine, I Frenched her mouth and used one hand way down below, between those fabulous succulent legs, plied open her pussy and filled her narrow trough with my bony finger. What else, after all, did I have to offer her?
"It wasn't long after that when she started cuming. Any fool would have been able to tell that she was at the height of her heat. Her loins sweated and her hips gyrated around and around on my long middle phallic-like finger. Her ass hole was contracting and expanding quickly. I took advantage of that little dark hole when it was open and stuffed a fiery finger up there, just to make sure that Claire was satisfied in every way possible. I didn't want to take any chances in that regard. Do you know that right then she explained to me that it was in her anus that she preferred me to work? That it was there, in her tight little bunghole that she loved to have a finger of love, a digit, a phallus, anything at all. I naturally persisted, then, in filling her full of my drilling digit. It was the only kind thing to do.
"A moment later her orgasm was over. She flopped down all dead weight. I let her go and rolled over into a slightly more comfortable position. My nipples were extremely hard just then, and I knew exactly why. I lay there somnambulant and exorcised of some terrified sexual banshee. Like a genie, an aromatic cloud of lust drifted up and out from between my loins and left me still, comforted.
"Not long afterwards I opened my eyes. I hadn't even realized that I had fallen softly to sleep. I looked around. You know what I discovered. Luscious Claire was no longer there. Her fresh pink flesh, her supple and comely loins, her delicious wet beaver-those pure, ruby red lips-her soft skin and her moist touch ... she was gone, everything, all of that sensuous flesh had disappeared.
"I found a note on the kitchen table which explained her sudden departure. She hadn't wanted to wake me, but she knew that my hubby was due home any minute and decided to leave before there were any terrible fireworks. I appreciated her having done that for only an instant after I'd read her note my husband's car pulled up in the driveway. I was glad that Claire had had the good sense to think for herself. She was gone, for the time being, and I would be left to greet and treat hubby as though I were the most constant wife alive. It was all very, very fine indeed.
"The reason I came here, Doctor, is to see what you think of someone like me, someone who's married and who gets to fuck a lot of different people. Do you think I shouldn't spread my legs and let those men fuck my twat? Do you think I shouldn't spend so much time hopping from one bed to another? You tell me, Doctor. After all, you're the one who's supposed to know and all...."
CASE NUMBER SEVEN: Pamela T.
"My husband and I were married for two years before I ever fooled around on him. I always thought that I was the kind of a woman who would never do anything like that But then one day when I was out working in the front lawn a man came by. His name was Willy and he was a big man with a big face with angled features. I don't know what it was about that man, but I think it was the shape of his jaw. He knew that I had looked at him that certain way and he knew that I would do anything he asked me to, even though I was standing there in front of my husband's house and wearing a wedding ring. He stopped and looked at me.
"I was wearing my shorts and my legs were plainly visible. He could see me all the way up to my loins and even then a little. I stopped pulling on the rake and leaned on it. Just to make sure that he understood my meaning I ran my hand up and down the wooden pole handle of the rake. He didn't even bother watching me do that. He just looked at my body as if I was under inspection. And really I was, just like him. Then he started walking again and didn't look back.
"The next day, though, he came back. He knocked on the door. He must have waited to see when my husband would leave. He explained to me that his name was Willy and that he liked me the moment he saw me. I was wearing a skirt and a blouse that day. He looked at my bug bust line and I saw him blush. That's when I asked him in, on that blush. I looked around behind him to make sure that none of my nosey neighbors were watching us. When I was sure that there wasn't anyone who had seen Willy come into my house I shut the door and locked it.
"I told him all about my lonely life with Craig. Craig is my husband, Doctor, and I hate him. At first everything was very nice with him, but I found out afterwards that he was using me all along. He's that kind of person. I don't mind saying that I think my husband really eats shit. We fell out of love and that was that. Of course we lived together after that and that is why I am so miserable sometimes.
"Anyhow, I told all of this wife-like trouble to Willy. He was very sympathetic. He told me that he understood, that he had met many women like myself who hated their husbands or weren't getting along very well, and that it didn't matter to him at all. He just liked me. I thanked him for that and led the way into the bedroom. He followed close behind and before we got there he took me in his arms and hugged me. He gave me such a fine kiss on the lips that I was ready to do anything he wanted. I started to slide down on my hands and knees between his legs and he told me to get up, that he did want me to suck him off but that we would get undressed first. We went the rest of the way into the bedroom where I turned off the lights and pulled the shades. It wasn't completely dark in there because it was afternoon outside.
"Willy took my blouse off first. He saw what large and pretty titties I have and took a deep breath. I liked watching him slide down onto them and kiss around the place where my bra was. He reached around behind me with one hand and unclicked the buckle of my brassiere. It was strange to have an unfamiliar face working out on my titties, but it was strange in a very nice way, if you know what I mean, Doctor. Well, anyhow, I let him enjoy himself on my chest. He sucked on my titty tips for quite some time, licked them, rubbed his lips on them, used his hands to squeeze and massage my big creamy breasts. I was covered with hickeys when he finished. (Not really. There were just two, and one was shaped like a little heart ... )
"He went sliding down around my waist. That's when he really got passionate. He slipped his hands up under my skirt and worked his fingers down between my thighs. He opened me up that way and rubbed on my legs. I have to tell you, Doctor, that I really enjoyed that rubbing on my legs. It was first class.
"Pretty soon he had his finger wiggling between my pussy lips. He got that digit up high inside me and went for a little dive in my tube. He knew just how to get in there, just how to get me going with his rubbing and sliding. It was quite an enjoyable rubbing. I have to say that. He knew how to finger-fuck my cunt much better than my husband ever did. It's not that he was that much better, come to think of it, but that he was different. You know what I'm talking about? Just that it was a different finger making me made the whole thing more enjoyable.
"Anyhow, pretty soon we were both naked. He went sliding his hands up and down my body, all over it. He worked on my mammaries and my hips and between my legs, He didn't have to think twice about giving my rump a nice little massage, either. He used his finger to scratch out my sphincter, and it wasn't long after that when he took to kissing my buttocks. Yes sir, he kissed my ass, Doctor, and that's something my husband never ever did. It tickled, kind of, you know? I liked it.
"He went kissing me all around my pelvis after that. And I let him, too! After all, if a man kisses a woman's ass he must really have some affection for her, I would say. He went kissing on my hips and I told him he could kiss me anywhere he wanted to. He did, too, just about everyplace you can think of, on my legs, on the tops of my thighs, on my loins and on my mound and on my twat lips. He was all over me with his mouth and kissing me everywhere. It felt like he was just one big mouth giving me the biggest Frenching ever!
"When he got up close to my face I knew I was in for some real excitement. I could feel that steely rod of his pressing down between my thighs. It was scratching up close along my pubic hairs and getting ready to go diving down into the flesh deep. I wasn't about to stop him, either. He was really going to do me up right, I guess. I urged him to fill me up with that thing. I reached around his waist, for one thing, and took hold of his hips and felt him deciding whether to go slow or not. I felt his hips turning in my hands, like he was getting ready to do some pretty heavy sliding, like he was going to set that spear of his all the way into my hole. I knew it was going to happen, too. I knew he was going to give me the entire mushroom head at once. He had decided, and presto-down he went, charging it into me like a battering ram, filling me up and plunging himself into the greatest hair pie he ever did get. I sucked on his member with my wet labia lips. He must have thought he was getting some terrific suck-head from the way I was going about giving it to him. I mean I was everywhere on that flesh pole, rubbing and tugging and pulling and making him with all the sucking strength my body had to offer him. It was nothing to go sliding and pressing up and down on that thick thing and feel it throbbing at the same time. Jesus, I felt good all over. It was really something.
"When he had finally had that pogo-stick rod all the way down inside me, touching home base, I pulled on his ass cheeks and wouldn't let him go. He moaned and groaned and sobbed about how good it was to have a real woman, and I told him, Willy, you can have this real woman any time you want. I kind of whispered that in his ear so that he would know it was the truth. But you know what, Doctor? He fucked me one more time and then he disappeared out of my life forever.
Just as suddenly as he had come into my line of sight that day when I was working out on the lawn, that's the way he walked off my front porch, giving me a kiss and lifting his hat just a little off his head and disappearing. I guess you might say that I was just a one day stand for him or something.
"But that was the first time I ever fooled around. Yes indeed. I'll never forget that at all. Craig, he never knew about that one. Not that I would have cared if that ass hole had ever known anything about my love life. It just didn't make any difference after a couple of years.
"I looked in the mirror the other day. I've been married for nearly three years now, Doctor, and I'm twenty years old. I looked in the mirror and I saw myself pretty much as I really am. I think I still have a nice body. Actually, most girls don't get married at all until they're my age. So, if I wanted to, I could not tell anybody about this first marriage and go back out there in the real world and have myself a few flings while I was looking for the really right man. It's plain to see that my present husband is such an thug and a jack-off that I wouldn't want anything more to do with him than would be necessary. What an ass hole I must have been even to think about marrying him before. He's such a scum bag!
"Let me tell you, though, about some of the people I've met since I started to fool around. But wait! Wasn't I telling you about what I looked like in the mirror? I just have to tell you what I saw. My body is still pretty! You know that? My tits are very shapely and my legs are smooth too. My nipples are always upright and ready for whatever kind of sex a man wants to have with me. And something more, too: my hips and my loins give off a very nice smell. You know, Doctor, or at least you should, that many people get together strictly on the basis of smell. Well, I can tell you right now that any man who kisses my pelvis and smells my twat will have no complaints! None of that fish odor for me, none of that awful smelly sheet rot when a man is done screwing in my box. No sir!
"Alright, now I'll tell you about the men I've fucked since I started fooling around on my hubby. First there was Willy, as I told you a moment ago. Then let's see. Who came next? It wasn't Drake or Maxwell or ... oh, yes, now I remember! It was Bart. Bart was the next one. Oh, Bart! What a sweetheart he turned out to be. I get the chills just thinking about some of the things we used to do. For instance....." and then there was the time when he took me naked into the sauna. I mean that just had to be one of the most fabulous sexual experiences I ever had. He spread me out on the floor of that hot box and jammed his cock so hard into my hole that I thought I was going to end up nailed on the wall of that little room like a plaque. You know what I mean, Doctor? Did you ever screw a woman that hard before? So hard that you thought you might be breaking her cunt open like a pomegranate? Well, that's how Bart fucked my body that night in that sauna. He just crammed as much of that eight inch horn of his all the way into my hanger and didn't think about letting go until it was orgasm time. I felt like climbing the walls and if Bart hadn't been on top of me I probably would have. It was just so cherry a fucking in my pussy that I couldn't believe it at all....
"Another time Bart took me in a swimming pool. Do you believe it? He said it wasn't all that hot for him, but it was terrific for my clitoris. There was so much friction, just from the rubbing of his joint on my pussy hole, and so much rubbing when he smashed me up against the tiled wall of the pool that I thought I was going to bleed at the same time that I started cuming on his rod head. He really did know his stuff, and he also knew how to keep that joint muscle of his popping and sliding in my body. That was about one of the nicest things he ever did for me. You know that?
"Well, another time he fucked me so hard-it was on a water bed-that my twat did get sore. I looked down that time, down between my legs and I saw that hairy monster meat of his poking in and out of my hole and I knew for sure that I was going to be going hog wild if I could keep bouncing up and down under him. But it was too much for me, too much pressure, and too much meat. It was like having a tempered bit drill my flesh until I turned red hot I needed more lubrication but I was pretty much fucked out so it wasn't possible. I just laid there and groaned while he broke me down and spent everything there was of my vagina. I was so Godawful after that that I thought I had been fucked into a crematorium or something. I didn't know where I was or what I was doing. It stank like fish shit in that bed because it was such a bad fuck for me. I think that was the only time my pussy gave off a bad smell. I was just broken, that's all, and there wasn't any screwing left in my body at all. I felt like an old, old fart who couldn't even stink up the room any more. I was just a sound with no purpose at all. I was like a bad wind out on the dessert, and I knew it and Bart knew it and that was the last time we saw each other, too. It just had to be that way. I don't know why, but it's true. But my juicy twat hole will never forget that big meat of his-that's for sure. He was my kind of man, if you know what I mean, Doctor.
"My next lover was a child. I'll tell you up front he was a young boy. I may be very young by some standards since I'm only twenty, but if you stop to think about it, a thirteen year old boy is mighty young. I call him a child.
"His name was Gardner. I don't know why anyone would call a young boy Gardner, but that's what they called him. He stopped at my house one day when he was selling some sort of charity cookies for the City Council. I thought for sure he was at least seventeen when I first saw him. I don't think it would have made a bit of difference if I'd known his real age from the beginning, but the fact is that he was thirteen and I didn't know that when I first laid eyes on him. I did like what he looked like and that's what was important about young Gardner. He had big legs and nice arms, thick biceps and the prettiest blue eyes you ever did see in a young lad. I don't know why God gives such nice looks to the young since they really don't know what to do with it anyhow ... but he does, and Gardner was one of his most precious gifts ... to me, that is.
"I asked the boy in and said that I would see if I could fins some money to donate to his City Council's Fund Raising Drive, and in the meantime I was thinking of ways to get that prick of that boy's raised up, too. I decided that I had to get him touching and feeling me up without his knowing that he was doing that. I didn't know, though, that the boy had eyes for me, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble.
"What I did was show him in the kitchen a place where there was a big pipe that I couldn't get the wrench on and if he would help me get that thing loose, then I would be happy to make a small contribution to the charity drive. It seemed only fair to me. Now the boy was no dummy. He said right off that regardless of whether or not I made a contribution he would work on my pipes. I liked the way that sounded, 'work on your pipes', and I told him that he could forget about the wrench and all if he would just go doing a little rubbing against my body. I told him that I was a very needy charity and that he wouldn't likely find another hungry wife like myself so needy and all. And he said back to me that he didn't imagine he could be that lucky twice in one day. You know I was just about as flabbergasted as a young woman ever gets when he pressed his lips up close to mine and filled my mouth with one of the nicest French kisses a girl could ever ask for. And I thought he was young and inexperienced! Really he was just coy and clever, eh Doctor?
"Well, that kiss led from one thing to another, one thing being we were standing up and another being that we ended up laying down right there on the kitchen floor, me with my skirt hitching all the way up over my hips and that boy not the least bit slow to slide down between my legs and take advantage of my nakedness, somehow starting me up like an old engine, revving me with a good cranking, getting my case to shifting gears and picking up speed, pumping, humping, grinding up into his crotch and working myself into a fabulous fury, the likes of which are hard to come by when you're alone in a housewife capacity most of the day long. I could feel his muscle tightening and I could also feel everything else in his body going to work in just the way it was meant to work, rubbing and sliding and making sense out of that early afternoon.
"By the time another minute went by I had my naked body against his naked body. It was a nice feeling, cool and warm at the same time, and changing, too-changing from cool to warm to hot, like as if we were some sort of body fluid left out in the sun to heat up. And it happened fast, also, faster than you could imagine, because before I knew it I was pumping my groin into his groin, enjoying just about everything there was about his body to enjoy and even then some.
"He had his young fingers squeezing my titties. I think he like nipples best because that's where he stayed with his fingers and his lips and his tongue, on my nipples, rubbing and sliding and kissing me like there was no tomorrow. I have to say that I really did enjoy that kissing by that child on my nipples.
"He went from there down, down between my long smooth legs, filling my twat with all that tongue muscle of his, rubbing me with all the tongue he could get in there, and I gave him back, naturally, all the stiff meat he could ever hope to have. He used two lips to sandwich that thing. It was twitching. He rubbed it with his tongue, and then he swallowed on it and tugged it back and forth. I have a long clit and he didn't have much trouble at all keeping track of that slippery little piece of meat. Until I took to bouncing my pelvis up and down in his mouth, giving him a good run for his money. After all, like I said, I felt I was a pretty damn needy charity and I knew for sure that this boy could satisfy me if he would only give it a try.
"He did more than try, Doctor. He gave me just about all that any woman could ask for. It wasn't long after he ate my twat that he was fucking it, jamming his cock muscle inside me and rubbing up and down like an old pro. Imagine, that little boy was jumping on me like a big man, boner and all, stuffing me full of hot prick. I reached down to his bare rump and took hold of it. I pulled him down hard, jammed him into me even deeper. I figured that it was the best thing to do, that if I was going to get caught for caging up a little boy that I may as well get caught for taking all seven inches of his big penis instead of just four or five. So I pumped his rump with my finger and down he went, flooding my flesh market with fresh hot meat. He used a roast to get me heated. It was all beef, as plentiful a supply of hot cock muscle as ever there was. I loved every inch of it, every bounce, slide, tickle, rub, touch, taste, wetness, jam, cram, squeeze, pinch and fondle that that boy was willing to give me. I loved all the rubs and all the slides, not just the ones that made me feel good but the ones that made me tell him that he had to go slow. I loved the ones that missed all together and I loved the rubs and the pokes that went way down my flesh canyon and into my womb to hurt me. I loved the ones that I couldn't feel as much as I loved the ones that I could. That, Doctor, is what a little boy does to me. Just makes me melt. That's all. Melts me like butter...."...." and the next time I fucked Red-that's what I called him, Red-was a year later. He had improved somehow over all the other lovers I had, and we both knew it. He could send that flesh muscle down my tube and make me cum so fast that, well, I guess I just don't have to tell you that I loved him like he was my own hubby ... even though of course I don't love my own hubby ... but that's neither here nor there...."
"Let me see if I can tell you who filled my twat the best. I think it was...."
CASE NUMBER EIGHT: Jane L.
"I guess maybe it was my own fault. I was undressing in front of a mirror and I didn't realize that anyone could see in from the street. My husband was away for the week. He was away on business. I had some time to myself, finally, for the first time since we had married which was two years before. I was taking advantage of that time to myself by taking a look at myself, just to see what kind of changes my body was going through by being married.
"As far as I could tell everything was about the same. My tits were even a little larger, I thought, perhaps from taking the pill. One especially nice thing to see was that my nipples were upright, as I slipped out of my blouse. I don't wear a bra so the first thing I saw were my big hanging mammaries and those nice hot tips all cherry red and raring to go. I didn't know what to make of that. I thought I was horny even before I started undressing, but I didn't realize I was that horny. I thought maybe a little clit-racking-that's what I call it when I masturbate-I thought maybe some clit-cracking would do it for me. But when I saw how I looked when I took off my skirt, how my bush was all hot and juicy looking, well, I knew right then that I was a lot hornier than just a little bit. But I didn't realize that anyone was watching. That's for sure. If I'd known that someone was watching I certainly wouldn't have behaved that way at all.
"What I did, though, was to look really closely at myself in the mirror. I looked at how my lips were open and how my eyes were bright and shiny and how my hair was long and silky and blonde like always. I wanted someone, anyone, to take me in his arms. I just leaned forward and pressed my lips against my own mouth, kissed myself and really enjoyed that. I don't know why-it was only a piece of glass-but I felt like I was kissing another human being.
"It was just then that I began to feel like I was being watched. I didn't know where that feeling was coming from, but I closed the curtain to the bedroom window. I started back for the mirror. I still had that funny feeling, that sense of being looked at by a stranger or by some pair of eyes that I didn't recognize as belonging to my husband. I stood there still for just a moment. I didn't know why I was standing still listening but I knew that I should wait, even if nothing happened. The doorbell rang.
"I made my way through the house while I slipped on a robe. I arrived to find at the front a strange face, and I don't know if my mistake was in talking to that strange face or what. I asked him what he wanted. He said that he was a friend of my husband, that he knew me well, that he wondered if he could leave a note for my husband. I told him certainly and opened the door. He smiled when I opened the door and somehow I knew that the strange eyes which had been inspecting my body were his. They were clear and honest, but they were also piercing and devilishly sexy. I wanted right then to deny myself the opportunity which would soon be knocking at my box.
"I told him that I would have to find a pencil and paper. He said that he would be happy to help me. I told him that usually things like that were in the kitchen. He followed me there after shutting the door. He was a few steps behind me when I turned around and told him point blank: 'You are no friend of my husband, you merely want to make love to me, and that is alright. But you mustn't hurt me and you must promise to tell no one that we have met and behaved as we will.' He reached out and pulled me by my hands toward him. My chest, naked and heated under the scanty robe, pressed against his body. He held me tight while we kissed.
"A moment later we were on the floor in a lover's embrace. He had his pants down around his ankles and I had my robe torn open. He worked his crotch up and down next to mine, rubbed his penis at my mound and he made sure that my twat was getting the kind of a rubbing that could only make me hotter and lustier. I could feel his joint in there going against my clit. That, I think, more than anything, made me excited. I held him, this stranger who I had only just met, in my arms. I held him tight and pressed my pelvis up against his member. His grinding hips worked away at getting me hotter and lustier than ever. It was quite exciting to be having such a relationship with a completely unknown man. He didn't even tell me his name.
"He used his hands to rub my ass cheeks. He thought nothing of burying a finger in my bowels. He went all the way in at one point, and he didn't stop when he arrived at territory previously unscrewed. He just kept rubbing and tugging on that sphincter muscle. A moment later he had his cock inserted between my two pussy lips. He was sliding back and forth against my clitoris, using me like a rag doll, flipping me up and down under his passionate body, making me into a bag of heat j-d sex. I was ready to cum only seconds after his wand.. touched my vagina. I found that extremely satisfying and I wondered how it was that a complete stranger, a man I had never met before in my life, had been able to so easily satisfy me. It was uncanny.
"A moment later I let loose of my long undulating interior twat muscles. They went rubbing and sliding up and down on that man's rubbery tool. The thick hot flesh of his sex member rubbed at my twat and made me quite juicy and very lusty. I thought for sure that I might very well be going out of my mind when I started to juice up and down on his tool. I lifted my legs and gave him all of my twat to rifle with his pounding, throbbing muscle. He did know how to fuck, and he did know how to make me cum. I juiced several times in a row on that big hearty mushroom head of his, and then he came, shot off like a roman candle and set the sparks flying in my cock-crammed cunt. I loved every second of it. It was good squirting from a powerful muscle that didn't know the meaning of the word q-u-i-t.
"Fuck Number Two with the incredible super stranger was just as exciting as Fuck Number One. For the second penetrating stab to my body he chose my ass hole as the proper conduit. First he prepped it. He took juice from my pussy and spread it around. He used a lot of lubricant to get it good and greasy. I didn't believe how much he used. He kept spreading it all around. He got it in my crack and in the hole, too. He didn't waste time, either. He got some going up and down in the hole and in the canyon part. I don't know why, but he rubbed it into my cheeks, too. I guess he was a pro or something. At least he got me good and wet like he knew what he was doing. My ass felt so hot, like it was burning up. You know what I mean? Like it was going to explode or something.
"And then he crammed that big thick tool in there. Well, you know I thought for sure I was going to die. I was on my hands and knees on that floor and he was rubbing that huge thing down my arse. My ass flesh was smoldering and smoking out that thing. It was so fucking damn hot that I was rolling around on my belly when he finally got it all the way in and I was screaming like a baby, saying to him that he was a no good fucking ass raping ass hole and that if he ever treated me like that again-
"But I knew there would be no 'again' and so did he. He just kept pounding that powerful tool into my hole, rubbing and sliding and jamming. It was the same to him as my twat even though it was smaller and tighter. I mean he didn't see any difference at all between my buns and my twat. Isn't that something, Doctor, that he didn't know the difference? I thought so.
"Any how, he got that jack-off spray he was looking for because I couldn't stop him. He had that joint of his all the way up inside, shoved up good like a cork in a wine bottle and he wasn't about to let up. I started contracting my interior rump muscle because I knew that if I could get my bunghole to squeeze him off that it would be all over. So I swiveled my hips and cranked my bottom, and I shook my buns on that thick rod, but it still took an eternity to get that man to blast off inside me. I don't know when it happened even because I passed out. It was just in there one minute and not in there in the next.
"And it was the same with that man. One minute he was in my house and the next minute he was gone, just as quick as when he rang my bell. I looked around and he was gone, gone with the wind or something. But there was one thing that wasn't gone. That was the feeling he had put into my body. Because that was the first time I had ever done something that way that didn't have to do with my husband, and it had felt much better than a lot of things that I had done with my husband. I didn't know what to do, to cry, to laugh, to try and forget. All I knew was that the stranger was gone, that I had told him to go that way when we first started, that I had no way to get in touch with him, and that I had begun already to miss that feeling, that big healthy cock rubbing in my twat and in my ass hole. It was one of the loneliest feelings I could think of.
"The next day I tried to put it out of my mind. I cleaned the house five times, swept the kitchen, mopped and waxed the floor. I polished my wedding silver and I shined the gold on my wedding band. I even tried on my wedding dress in the mirror. It looked exactly the same as on the day I married, but in my mind, standing next to me in the mirror, in my hallucination of my marriage day done over, there was that same stranger standing next to me. I fell down on the bed in a heap of tears and cried myself to sleep.
"When I came awake again it was night. I put the wedding gown away and showered. I gave myself a little bit of a clit-cracking in hopes of relieving the terrible anxiety I had begun to feel. But it was no good. In my loins and in my heart there was an emptiness that I could no longer stand. There was the feel of a twat gone sour, a heart gone slow. I needed and longed for another meat, the meat of the stranger, and I wanted him to go rubbing and sliding and pressing his fabulous sexy joint wedge against my body. It would take a while to find him, I knew, but I also knew that I would never find him if I didn't start looking now. After all, he had to live or work somewhere in the neighborhood.
"I dressed to kill. I had planned to make my way through every bar, to visit every possible place that he could be. By midnight I had been to all of the local clubs that I could think of and I hadn't had a trace of the stranger. I'd asked bartenders and customers at every place I went to if they had seen a man fitting the stranger's description. But none had even the vaguest recollection of such a person and I began to feel that it was a hopeless cause.
"I accepted, at the last bar, in invitation of a young man to join him for a drink. He had dark eyes and dark hair and he was very sympathetic to my problem. He didn't seem to mind the fact that I was looking for another man, that I was married-I still wore my ring-and that I had the look of despair on my face which could only indicate a broken and irreparable heart. I sat down with him and took two drinks, one right after another.
"Doctor, I don't have to go into the details. Suffice it to say that, lonely, despondent, empty-hearted and without the consul of my husband, I took yet another man home with me to my empty bed. The young man was all too willing to provide me with a full-bodied tempered meat which satisfied my physical longing but did nothing for my heart's terrible crave. Of course, I took full advantage of that steely muscle, of the way it went sailing up and down in my crotch, the way it pressed between my labia and filled me with hot desire. I made sure that I got my hands around his buttocks and a finger into his anus, just for a little tickling, mind you. And I made sure that when he rocked that mighty shaft up and down so that it went impaling me, that I went rocking back on it, getting that mushroom head squeezed and rubbed, tugging on the shaft, working out on the thick rooty base. It didn't take long at all for me to get at least a piece of what I had wanted that night.
"And after that I was only too happy to appease that young man's interest in my asshole. He wanted to crack my buns and fill the bunghole below. And why not? I was in a similar mood, if I do say so myself. I wanted to be ravished. I wanted to be defiled. I wanted my body pinned to the sheets, my legs spread open wide and my anus filled with all the pounding and hammering cock muscle that he could give me. I wanted to feel my sphincter torn up and shredded. If he wanted to use leather snakes, to beat and whip me until I bled, that would be fine too. It didn't matter anymore, not in the least.
"So I submitted. I gave way to his jacking stiff rod. I reached back and spread my big creamy globes. He had only to lift his joint into the proper attitude and down he would go. I showed him exactly where to be. He took advantage of that position, shoved forward and crowded the inside of my bunghole with all of his hot penis. It was delightful, for him that is, and for me it was agony, agony of the sort which relieves the heart of some terrible loneliness and ache. It was good to have pain in my ass hole because it distracted me from the terrible hurt in my rent soul. Jesus, it was good!
"I felt the leak in my twat when he gouged me out with a long bony digit. He went sliding in there. I don't know how he did it. But he got his finger going against my clit. That got me hotter than I thought I could get, given my emotional state. But off I went, nevertheless, jamming on that finger, enjoying his rod in my butt, wondering where the stranger had gone to, wondering if it mattered at all now. I was getting reamed in my ass hole with a jumbo-sized tool and it felt like I would never come down from it. I was enjoying myself again.
"Pretty soon I felt his meat begin to throb. The thing shot off and it squirted that jism juice down my tube into a big puddling pool at the bottom of my canal. I could feel it get still and turn into a cum-lake in my colon. There was a lot of it there, and it was all sticky and wet. I liked it that way, and there was nothing that could have stopped me from enjoying that marvelous rod as it went pounding inside me. Oh, God, Doctor, I was beginning to wonder if I wasn't the worst sort of tramp alive. I thought that perhaps my mind had gone, that I was crazy and that I would be arrested for committing such sins. I thought that if my husband ever found out about what I had done in his absence that he would cut my throat and shred my eyeballs. I was frightened, but I was also enjoying the feel of my tight sphincter and bunghole muscles wrapped around a big stiff meat. It was going to be awfully nice to have that pounding thing going full blast inside my anus, cuming inside me from time to time. Once, twice, it just wasn't enough. I was going to need more, more fucking and more action than was possible to imagine.
"When he pulled that big flesh pistol out of my butt end I told him that I hadn't had enough. I turned around and went down onto the head of his mushroom pecker. I sucked it up into place and rolled it up and down between my lips. I worked it over until the whole thing was clean and wet like a whistle washed in water. I was sure that his machine was ready for more when I saw that sassy mushroom head turn bright and iridescent pink. I knew that spongy thing would be ready to get booming again. I wanted it down my tubes, like a big cannon firing off one ball after another. I turned around and pointed to my anus. He could not believe that I was so horny for it already. But then he didn't understand that I had lost my lover just the night before.
"He might not have understood about the reasons for my terrific passion, but he did understand what I wanted. He mounted me again, this time thrusting his giant joint down my hole in one big stroke. The whole mushroom-headed phallus shot forward and filled me up like it was a broom handle. I loved it, loved feeling that long thick thing going for a deep slide in my narrow bunghole tube. After a stroke or two more, after a squeeze and a tug from my hugging interior muscles, and after a grunt or two, I pulled away, off of that huge stick. I wanted to try it in the other end. I showed him that by going back down on it, giving him some quick header and then by pushing him down on the ground. I shoved hard, too. He went down and looked at me with an expression of hurt on his face, like I was some Lesbian dyke pushing him around for her own satisfaction. I could only throw back my head and cackle at such nonsense. Then I climbed up onto his spike and took the head of it between my fingers. 'I want this thing inside me, baby,' I told him, and he knew what I meant by that I rubbed it up against my clitoris until I was just about to explode, and then I settled down all the way, squatted flat with my pelvis going flush with his groin. I loved the feel of that big flesh nail jamming up into place alongside my pussy-pecker, rubbing and greasing me up like there was no tomorrow at all.
"Mmmm, Doctor, it was delicious! You know that? It was what counted for me. I had that hog head all the way up inside my vagina. Now I could go for the ride and the roll. I pressed my titties down next to his chest, reached under his buns with my hands and squeezed like I was taking a shit Only I wasn't getting rid of something, I was enjoying something. I was baring down hard on that hip phallus of his, rubbing it with my long interior pussy muscles, giving him a first class wet rubdown that he would never forget. I wanted him to come back, you see, Doctor. I wanted him to come back to me again and again and give me more of that thick meaty prong of his, more of that titty rubbing he was so fond of doing, more of that nipple tugging and French kissing. I loved all of it and I wanted to make sure that he knew he could come back to me whenever he wanted. After all, what good is a young wife if she can't get off every now and then with a complete stranger?
"Well, to make a long story short, Doctor, I never did run into my stranger friend again. And my husband came back from business a few days later. He fucked me like a cyclone of passion. He was all hot and bothered to get that stick of his flying in and out of my twat I loved it. But I also loved thinking about the first stranger who had ever fucked me while my hubby was gone, and about the second stranger who had come along when I was feeling so blue. It made me feel like a real woman, like my twat hole was worth something, when I was able to think about that second young man wanting me all the time.
"That's right He didn't just come and fuck me that night. It wasn't a one-night stand. It was much, much better than that He came around whenever my husband went away. I was always quick to get his penis out for him, too. I loved to suck on that thing, and as for getting it up my asshole or in my pussy, well, it goes without saying how I felt about that. I just loved to feel that grinder doing its thing in any of my orifices. And I still think I'm a good wife, Doctor. I really do. I just happen to get exceptionally horny."
CASE NUMBER NINE: Betty W.
'To tell you the truth, Doctor, I think the only reason he married me is for my big titties. Nobody else in his family has such big breasts. I have the knockers that all the men look at. We go to his mother's house and his little brother is always coming up and saying hello to me and staring at my titties. He doesn't talk to anyone else. He just comes up and looks at my breasts and gets all hot and huffy. He's such a cute little boy....
"Of all my husband's relatives I think the one I like best is his sister. She's very nice to me, and once we even got it on. It was after a year or so of being married to Burt. Young Alice came over to the house after high school one day, and I was all alone and drinking a cup of coffee or something. She told me that she wished she had big boobies like me, and that that was why she had stopped by after school. I told her I didn't understand what she meant. She said that other girls at school were balling and stuff and she didn't know if she should be doing it. Well, Doctor, I guess you know what I said. I told her that if she felt comfortable doing it that it was fine, but otherwise she shouldn't.
"That's when she got up and came over next to me. She said, 'Betty, you're so nice to me, and my brother is, too. Is he here?' I told her he wasn't. 'Good,' she said, 'because I wanted to ask you something.' I had a hunch she was nervous about something, but I didn't know what. I was a little concerned that she might be upset about boys and all, but I was dead wrong. Next thing I knew she was touching my big titties. 'I just have to have a feel, Aunt Betty,' she moaned. 'Please, please ... '
"I didn't know what to say, Doctor. That child had her hands all over my mammaries before I could even think of a half-way decent answer. She was squeezing them and rubbing them up and down and trying to find my nipples. She tweaked them up and down and twisted with her fingers. I really have to admit that it was much better than sipping coffee. But after that I didn't know what to do. The child just sat back down and said, 'Well, you certainly do have big ones, Aunt Betty, and I don't have hardly any breast at all. It doesn't seem fair.' She took to moping. Well, I got up and I explained to her that I thought she had very pretty titties, and that if she would let me look at hers I would let her look at mine. She lit up like a sparkler. She got up off her seat and nearly ripped her blouse open so I could look at her chest. I don't know why I got myself into this situation, but there I was.
"Well, she showed me her titties. They weren't all that small. Both of them had big ripe red nipples on them, nipples that were sticking out of silver-dollar caps. I wanted to lean down and pucker up my lips around each one of those little rose-buds. The delightful young girl came close to me and said that I had to get my clothes off now, too. I quickly undid my blouse and unbuckled my bra. And there I was, all naked and hot, my big pendular titties hanging down, my nipples burning like little coal embers on the ends of those big creamy ripe fruit.
"Well, Alice, she came up close and wrapped her lips around my chest organ. She scrubbed with her tongue, worked out hard and fast with her mouth muscle on my nipple tip. She slid her tongue back and forth on my hot chest and I nearly went berserk. I grabbed her around the back of the neck, at the nape, and shoved her face down between my two big fruity titties. She loved that. She took to breathing pretty hard, then, huffing, puffing, gasping and panting and all that kind of thing, and sweating, too. I thought maybe she was going to blow a gasket the way that child was pumping at my chest. She was sucking off my titty harder than my husband (her brother) ever did. I told her we had better hop right into the sack and get ourselves some of the nicest beaver pie we possibly could, and fast, too, because my hubby was due home any minute and it wouldn't do for us to be caught in bed together. She said right, and off we went, us two women, into the bed where her brother and I were used to making love.
"She had the softest hands of anyone that ever touched my body. She rubbed up and down between my legs. I don't know, Doctor, but it's much different than when a man and a woman make love. I know it's true for me anyhow that I got hot in a different way. The feel of that child rubbing her hands up and down my loins, and working out on my thighs and making me hot that way, kissing my big titties and rubbing her snatch up and down my legs, well, it was just too much to believe. And to think she wasn't but fifteen years old or so. I don't know what she was worried about at school. She certainly could get me hot and lusty. I don't know why she couldn't do the same for a young man.
"I wasn't myself too shy, either. I got down between her legs at one point and took to licking on her clit. That meaty little virgin thing of hers was a swallow and a half. I could see the hairy path around it, and I was wondering how many boys, if any, she had allowed to rub that shrubbery of hers. But I didn't ask. I just kept my tongue scratching around on her clit button, rubbing and sucking and sliding until I was nearly crazy with myself. I thought for sure that I was going to cum just from eating out that little kid. I was so happy to have her luscious wet forest in my mouth-I just can't tell you, Doctor, how good that was! Mmmmm, good! Yummy!
"When she started rocking and rolling, howling in my hands, that's when I knew she was getting damn hot. She was getting close to having an orgasm. I took my big chest up close to her face and poured my titties down inside her oral cavity. I gave her first one and then the other. She took that breast up with her lips and rubbed her tongue up and down on it. She used her tongue to get herself so much of a rubbing on my breast that she would never forget what that creamy flesh tasted like. I was amazed that one person, one person, so young, could eat so much boob at once.
"When I was pretty sure that little Alice had had enough of my titty and that she was just about ready for the cosmic chill, I stroked down between her twat lips and rubbed on her clitoris. I pulled it up and down and yanked a little bit and prepared her for the big tingle. She let go and oozed out all the orgasmic fluid you could ever ask for. She was so excited that she shouted out: 'Oh, goose me, Betty. Goose me to finish me off!' I was surprised about such a youngster knowing so much about how to get fully excited, but f followed her instructions to the letter. I slipped my hand under her hot little buns and jammed a finger into her highly stabbable ass hole. I rammed it home, too, all the way up into bowel territory and didn't stop until I heard her gushing from her twat. There was juice everywhere.
"That little girl lifted her legs up and spread them out and shouted at me: 'Betty, I'm creaming, I'm creaming,' and then she passed right out. I hardly knew what to do. I let her legs slide down, slipped a finger onto her titty just to see if there was any response, and there was nothing. I didn't know what to do. I really did wonder what had happened, why she had suddenly gone unconscious on me. I had no idea whether to call an ambulance or what. Jesus, to think that my husband would be coming home any minute at that point and he would find me having made love to his little sister-it just would not do. Luckily, Alice came to a moment later. She stretched out her hand and pressed it around my big titty. 'I love you, Aunt Betty,' she said. 'I really do love you.' Oh, Jesus, Doctor, I had no idea what to say. I told the child to get dressed, that there would be plenty of other times when we could talk about our romance but that for now she had better get her ass in gear because her brother was due home and he would not think too kindly, I was sure, of finding the two of us rocking and rolling together. If he thought about it though, I know it would just give him a big boner right away. But the idea of his sister and his wife, well, I don't think he could buy that.
"When the child was all showered and dressed, she sat down in the living room. She said now that she couldn't get in trouble, because her brother wouldn't be able to tell a thing about what we had been doing, she would rest for a minute. I agreed and she sat there with her pretty long legs crossed telling me more about her problems at school with the boys. I wondered if my husband's sister wasn't completely a Lesbian. In any event, she certainly wasn't any less hot in her direction than I was in mine.
"She left before Burt got home. I greeted him with a big smile. It was as if I knew some special inside information on him and his family. I knew, because I had slept with her, his sister was a Lezie. I wonder if I should have told him right then. Anyhow, I didn't, Doctor. I just kept smiling and taking care to make sure that dinner was in order and that everything was the way Burt liked it.
"You see, I was a little worried. I wanted to make sure that Burt didn't suspect anything, but I was also horny, and I wanted to make sure that he stuck me pretty good that night with his big flesh post. I didn't want to take any chances on that score. So even as we sat down to eat dinner I gave him a little neck rub and some massage action on his shoulders, and I rubbed his manly titties with my open spread palms so that he would know for sure that I was hot and lusty. Just before I sat down I reached all the way down between his legs and took hold of his joint. I gave it a little tight squeeze, and that took care of him.
"During dinner he gobbled at his food. Now he was just as much in a hurry as I was. I think men get hornier than women. Is that possible, Doctor? I really do think they get a lot hornier than girls. I don't know why. Maybe it's that flesh stick down there between those muscle legs of theirs, but I think that men get awfully hot sometimes, hotter than women ever get. At least beforehand. Then, during the fucking, I think the women get hot. You know what I mean? I think the women get hot afterwards and the men get hot before. I don't know, it's just an idea.
"Anyhow, after dinner, Burt, he took me by the hand and led me back to the bedroom. In the hallway he did something very romantic. He took me in his arms and gave me a big kiss. Oh, God, I loved that feel, the way his tongue went sliding up and down in my mouth between my lips. He really does know how to charm you sometimes. You know what I mean? And he was using his hand, too. He was sliding his hand between my legs. If anything ever turns me on, Doctor, it's when a man puts his hand between my legs. He doesn't even have to touch my twat. Just the fact that he's rubbing on my loins and it sends me wild. I go crazy from that. I bet a rapist could fuck my pussy just by coming up behind me and sliding his hand between the backs of my legs. He could make me cum that way. You know what I mean? I'd just turn around and ask him what he wanted after that. Anyhow, that's what Burt was doing with my loins. He was sliding his hand up and down between my legs, working my thighs and rubbing up close to my mound. Of course, I wasn't wearing any panties that time because I was waiting for him to get into it. You know what I mean? I was just waiting for him to finish me off after I'd been fucking with his horny little sister.
"Well, he worked his hand up and down next to my shrubbery and pretty soon he had a finger sliding up and down next to my clit. I didn't know what to say. I just wanted to fall down there in the hallway and pull him down on top of my body. I wanted him to ravish me. You know that? I bet most girls don't admit it, Doctor, but they all want to be fucked. I mean really fucked bad. You know what I'm talking about. I think that all women want their ass holes to be chewed up and their twats to be chock full of hot meat as often as possible. 'There isn't anything else worth living for really. That's what I say. For men there's culture and art and all of that-kind of thing and for women there is children and sucking and fucking. It's that simple for me, Doctor.
"Anyhow, I wanted Burt to jam his prong into me, to really go and stick it in my pussy. I didn't want to have to wait. I told him so, too. I took him by the hand and led the rest of the way to the bedroom. He took off his clothes on the way so that by the time we got to the bedroom he was naked. I did the same thing, took off everything-what little there was-that I was wearing. He saw how hot and cherry my big nipples were and how lovely my breasts looked hot like that and I think he was ready to pound me with his muscle even before he could think about it. I mean it was something animal like in his face, like he didn't even have to let the thought go to his brain. He was ready to defile me. And I wanted it that way, too.
"I climbed up on the bed and he followed me there. He rammed his prong up into my ass hole even before I had a chance to spread my buns for him. I had been thinking that I would reach back there and take my two cheeks and hold them open for him but I couldn't move fast enough. Burt did it without any help from me. I don't know how he got his sword so lubricated so quick, but it was slippery as a greased pig. He just rammed that thing home, stuffed me up so good with it that I thought I was going to go through the ceiling. I squealed a bit for a minute or two, but once I got the feel of that thing inside me there was nothing you could have done to take it away from me.
"I felt my long muscles going to work automatically. Burt, he wrapped his hands around my hips and found my clit really easy. It was sticking up high and just waiting for him to grab it. I was on my hands and knees and those big titties of mine were hanging down like fruit ready to be grabbed. You know that Burt couldn't help but do the picking. He reached out and took hold with the hand that he wasn't using on my clit and he rubbed and tugged and pulled on that nipple of mine until I was about as hot as a stick of dynamite about to explode. It was just so hot to feel him touching me on the chest and in the cunt at the same time while his joint was flaming in my ass hole ... Doctor, I just can't put it into words how nice it was to have my husband make love to me that way.
"There was another man who got me hot like that one time. His name was Ernie, and I met him down at the beach. It was while Burt was away at a conference. Ernie saw me on the sand, sunbathing, and he couldn't keep his eyes off my big titties. The reason I know that is because he told me about it later. He came up to me that day and just stood there looking at me until I looked back at him. It was hot out there on that beach and when I opened my eyes and saw this big fellow standing there and asking me if I wanted to have a beer or something with him, I could not really say no. I gathered up my things and when he wasn't looking I took my ring off my finger, my wedding ring, and I slipped it in my purse. I think my breasts must have been hanging out all over the place because that guy kept staring at me as we walked along the beach to get something to drink.
"Well, when we sat down he told me just about his whole life story over maybe ten beers. I told him one-simple fact, that I was lonely and hot for some ready lust. He looked at me keen, like he was trying to see if he believed me and I told him that I only said something like that once. He got up and paid the bill and took me back with him, to his car and with that thing to his house. He had a big water bed and this is where the story gets interesting.
"In Ernie's bedroom there was a big box filled with all sorts of tools. Doctor, I never saw so many dildos, feathers, plastic hot dogs, vibrators, rub machines, blow-up dolls, bottles of grease-you name it! If they made one of them, then Ernie had all of them. It was unbelieveable how many fuck gadgets that guy had there. Well, the one he wanted to use on me was a big leather halter. Here I am a married woman and this guy is showing me a big leather harness, like the kind of a thing you might use on a horse or something.
"I didn't know what to make of that thing. He picked it up and put it around my neck before I could say a thing. I asked him what he planned to do with that leather contraption and he said that it was just something to add a little excitement to our joyous fucking. I did not like the idea of his talking so flowery and all but to tell you a little secret I did like the idea of being tied up and fucked with all the slavery stuff. You know what I mean? I liked being out of control and not having anything to say about it. That's what Ernie was going to do with me, tie me up with that leather contraption and make me hot and lusty and of course I would have nothing to say about it. I let him get me tied up with that thing with only a little bit of a struggle. I didn't want to be too obvious.
"He got me strapped in and worked the thing down around my waist. It left a space for my titties, for my mouth, for my pussy. Everything else was pretty much covered her uninvolved. He started by rubbing my twat lips. He took his finger and pressed it into the hole in the leather where my pussy was. I thought that was terrific, the way he knew how to get my clit going at full speed. Then, however, he attached something to the shoulders of the device, and all of a sudden I was laying flat on the bed and the things were getting, tighter on my shoulders. I was being held down tight, close to the bed and unable to get loose. I asked him about that and he just smiled.
"The next thing I knew he had this pole that gave shocks from the knob on the end of it rubbing on my leg. I didn't know that the knob was a shock device until he stuffed it up into my pussy and charged me once with it. I thought I was going to die. I don't know why, but Ernie didn't use that thing again on me. It was some sort of cattle prodder or something and I sure was glad that he didn't think twice about stuffing me with that thing. Jesus, it must have given off fifty volts into my pussy.
"After that he took out a dildo which had a clamp on the thing. He was able to mount it between my legs which were forcibly spread out and shackled to the ends of the bed. He mounted the dildo and there was a remote unit with which he turned on the egg-beater. Oh, God, I thought I would never recover from that thing jacking me around. In and out it went, like a pumping drill or something. It was pounding against my clit and it never let up. That was the thing about it. It was just one steady grinding in and out of my oily twat hole. I thought I was going to start having an orgasm and never again stop cuming. Jesus, it was heavy-duty.
"Well, he pulled that thing off just before a blister formed on my clitoris. And he replaced it with his big thick prong. He jabbed that thing into my twat so hard that I didn't know what hit me. I thought that the dildo was the biggest thing that had ever been in my pussy, but really it was Ernie's big meat. He slammed away. I couldn't do anything but scream because he still had me tied down like that. There was no way for me to get out of the spread-eagle position. My cunt was full of Ernie's throbbing meat, and my titties were hanging out of the holes in the halter while he licked on them. Jesus, Doctor, that man was imaginative!
"When he was all done pumping and gyrating in my hole, he pulled his spent hog out of my vagina and slapped me on the boobies. I don't know why he did that, but I let out a scream that you've never heard the likes of. He had hit me in my big breasts, and it had hurt me. But that didn't stop Ernie, not for a minute. He still had a big boner, even though he'd shot one wad, and he rolled me over and tied me up again, with some sort of chain device which only required clipping, to my wrists, to the bed posts. And in the back of that halter, just like in the front, there was a hole which permitted my butt cheeks and my anus to be open. Ernie lifted his mushroom-headed prick spear up to that opening in that leather halter and entered my body through it. He defiled my rear cave so bad that I thought I wouldn't be able to defecate for a week. And after he had spent another load of jism, then he took his joint out and he started slapping my bare cheeks. He spanked my ass so many times that it was turning red and hot. Oh, God, I promised myself I would never fool around on my husband ever again, that no matter how horny and no matter how lusty I got that I wouldn't ever cheat on anybody ever again if only God would let me out of Ernie's bedroom alive. And wouldn't you know it? Just as soon as I made that prayer I was released. Ernie was satisfied that I was about as used up a woman as could be and he let me go.
"Oh, God, I was exhausted but I took a quick shower and left that place. I felt pretty refreshed and o.k. when I got home. I was really surprised to find my husband there waiting for me, home early from his conference. I told him he was one of the nicest men I ever met. He took me into the bedroom and slammed his meat into my twat-hole. He rubbed around and around on my labia lips. My clit stuck up like an erection. And my ass hole was leaking lubricant so that he could fuck me up the bunghole.
"Doctor, I was just about one of the happiest wives you could ever hope to meet...."
