It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as valid today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more true today, considering the pressures and frequent monotony of modern society.
The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill-going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, and drug addiction.
The fictional characters in SUCKING SECRETARY are desperate people, like their real-life counterparts. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, they seize at the first opportunity for release. In their need, they cast aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
SUCKING SECRETARY is a novel about the "quiet desperation" in so many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
As Angela Roberts lay in the warm sun beside her swimming pool she could only think of one thing. Two things, actually. One, she was bored, and two, she wanted to get fucked.
The latter thought was beginning to take precedence over the former.
She could feel the thin material of her bikini as it rubbed against her sensitive tits, and just thinking about what she would really like to be doing right now was enough to make her nipples grow firm and hard, and cause her cunt to tingle expectantly.
Damn!
She rolled over until she was lying firmly on her stomach, trying to forget about sex for the moment, but it was no use. The tight webbing beneath her only made her more horny.
With a groan of frustration she got up and walked inside the house. Even though she was thirty-six years old, there wasn't a trace of excess fat on her tanned body as she moved across the yard, the bright sun glistening on her moistly oiled skin.
Inside, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Why should she have to put up with this boredom? It was easy enough to see that she was an attractive woman; more than that, she was sexy, and she knew it.
The eyes that looked back at her from the mirror were green, and there was a minxish seductiveness in them that had always made the matter of getting men easy for her.
But of course there was more to that than just her eyes. Her breasts were large and firm, held tightly now by the top of her bikini, while her waist was slim and flat, spreading gracefully into hips that were full, but firm and tight.
And then there were her legs.
They were long, slim, and absolutely smooth.
With a quick motion that indicated her decision had been made, she reached behind her and released the clasp that held her top in place.
Immediately her tits jumped free, the large nipples erect and hard, the milky whiteness of her flesh mounds contrasting excitingly with the darkness of the rest of her skin.
Gently, with supple motions of her fingers, Angela began to touch her tits, lightly at first, just brushing her slim fingers against the nipples, then more firmly as her excitement grew.
In the mirror she could see her dark brown hands as they explored her creamy tits, and the sight of the juicy melons being squeezed and massaged was too much for her.
Quickly, almost frantically, she reached down to take off her panties.
But then she stopped.
Why rush it?
She was breathing heavily now, and her tits were heaving up and down. But she was in control again, and instead of ripping off her bottoms as she had almost done a moment before, she now leaned back on the soft spread of the bed and once again allowed her hands to touch her tits, pressing against the tingling nipples, then rubbing and squeezing the soft melons that seemed to jump in her hands from the excitement she was creating.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh... " she moaned. Deep inside her she could feel her level of excitement growing, driving upward in a rush that she knew would lead her to a juicy, satisfying climax.
Almost without realizing what she was doing, Angela began to rotate her hips, rubbing her ass against the bed beneath her, causing the material of her panties to rub between her legs. Her juices were really beginning to flow now, and she could feel the fabric becoming moist between her legs.
Slowly, teasing herself, she began to slide one hand down across her slickly oiled stomach. When she came in contact with the elastic of the waistband she paused, then finally allowed one finger to slip beneath it.
At the first contact with her furry muff, Angela could feel her control slipping, and with frenzied motions she finally pulled down her bikini bottoms, revealing the dark-brown hair of her triangle.
Then she spread her legs and could suddenly see in the mirror the rich, dewy lips of her cunt, spread wide and begging for something, anything, to be plunged into the panting, throbbing wetness within.
But somehow Angela managed to control herself, and instead of driving two fingers deep into herself, she slowly reached down with both hands, allowing one of them to pull the lips of her pussy apart, while the other gently flicked and darted across the entrance, touching and rubbing her clit as it began to swell, massaging the sensitive button until she was so excited that sticky streams of her cunt juice were running in rivulets from her parted lips onto the creamy softness of her thighs. "Aaaaagggghhhh!" she groaned as she finally couldn't stand the torment any longer and, with a single motion, drove two fingers deep into the sloppy recesses of her pussy.
Suddenly there was no restraint in anything she did. It was as if a fire had suddenly been unleashed within her.
Wildly she drove her crotch up against her hand, the muscles in her thighs and ass straining tautly. Deeper and deeper she plunged her hand into her cunt, smashing into herself with every ounce of passion within her body.
There was a fire inside her now, a tiny pinpoint of burning heat that was growing larger, stronger, with each successive plunge of her fingers into her melting cunt.
Harder and harder she drove on, smashing against her own hand, driving it both into her pussy and still letting it rub her burning clit with each stroke.
She was coming...
Sweat was pouring from her body now, mixing with the oil to form a glistening sheen that danced and glimmered in the light of the room.
She was almost there now, and Angela gathered herself for the final rush that would send her spinning into the wild throes of orgasm. It was as if her body was filling, churning, foaming, trying to spill her hot cream out of her crotch.
And finally it did just that.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!"
The hot honey shot out of her in a gush of sticky wetness, but Angela was oblivious to everything except the spinning, seething bliss that was rushing through her.
She had three fingers in her cunt now, and all of them were totally covered with the drippy juices that were shooting out of her.
Finally she collapsed, a contented smile on her face.
Just then the phone rang.
Reluctantly she reached over and answered it.
"Hello."
"Hi, honey. I'm not gonna be able to get out of here until seven or so," came the voice of her husband.
"Again?" she asked crossly. This was the third time this week.
"I'm sorry, baby, it's just that-"
"I know, I know. Spare me the explaining. I've heard it all before."
She hung up without saying goodbye. Vaguely she wondered if Jim was really working when he stayed late, or whether he had something going with that secretary of his. Probably not, she decided, aware suddenly that it didn't matter a great deal to her right now what Jim was doing, or who he was doing it with.
The realization depressed her.
* * *
Jim was pissed off when he hung up the phone. Christ, she acted like she thought he liked staying late and busting his ass so she could have her swimming pool and her Mercedes, and her sailboat...
"Mr. Roberts?" asked Nancie's voice.
"What is it?" he growled into the intercom.
"I'm sorry to bother you-"
"That's all right," he said, his voice softer now. It wasn't Nancie's fault that Angela was being such a bitch these days.
"I just wondered if you wanted a sandwich or something."
Jim wasn't hungry, but he knew he should eat something. He'd missed lunch again today, and if he didn't eat now he'd be getting weak.
"Yeah, I guess so," he replied without enthusiasm.
"Anything special?"
"Use your imagination."
In the outer office Nancie waited a few seconds to see if he was going to say anything else, then clicked off the intercom.
So he wants me to use my imagination? All right, she thought to herself, I'll do just that. But not quite the way he wants me to.
For the last two months, since she'd started to work for Jim, she had been trying, without success, to get a rise out of him. What was wrong with her?
When it came to men, Nancy had always gotten what she wanted, and this was driving her crazy. It wasn't that there was anything that great about Jim, although she had to admit that everything about him, from his looks to his manner of speaking, turned her on. It was just that he seemed impervious to anything she might do to try to arouse him.
But not tonight.
Tonight she was either going to lay him or lose her job trying. It didn't matter which; there were always plenty of jobs for someone who looked like Nancie.
Outside it was getting dark, and far below the sounds of traffic on the street indicated that most of the workers were leaving for the evening. Jim would be expecting her to serve him the sandwich and then go home. No way.
As soon as she had the sandwich put together (one of the nice things about working for Jim was having a kitchenette to work in) and fixed him a drink, she then turned her attentions to the final thing that she was going to make ready for him.
Herself.
It didn't take long; even though it was the end of the day she looked almost like she had just arrived. But she did brush her long blonde hair several times to give it even more body than it already had, and then she unfastened the second button from the top on her blouse.
Now she was ready.
"Thanks, Nancie," Jim said without looking up when she brought in the sandwich. "Why don't you go on home now?"
"If you need some help I don't mind staying," she said. Jim still hadn't locked up, but now he caught a faint whiff of her perfume, and it caused him to come out of the working trance he was in.
Damn!
For perhaps the hundredth time in the past two months cursed himself for not having gotten an old battleaxe for a secretary. Women like Nancie were just too damn distracting.
From where she stood above him Nancie could suddenly sense that he was aware of her. She had to move quickly, or she'd blow her chance. Putting both her hands on the front of his desk she leaned forward, revealing, she hoped, all of her lush white tits through the opening in her blouse.
"Really, I don't mind staying. Just tell me what I can do."
Christ! Jim thought to himself. She's practically trying to rape me. He could feel his cock getting hard. For a moment he wavered; it would serve Angela right if he fucked Nancie.
But he had too much work to do.
"Or," Nancie continued, a light smile on her face, "maybe I can just use my imagination like I did with the sandwich."
Jim could feel his control slipping.
How long had it been since he'd had a good fuck? Too long, that much was certain. Entirely too long. He leaned back in his chair.
"What is it that you have in mind?" he asked, finally deciding to go along with her game.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe a little rest and recreation."
Jim didn't say anything, but she could tell from the way his eyes were locked on her tits that she had him where she wanted him.
Now all she had to do was figure out how to proceed from here. It only took her a moment to decide, and in another moment she had crossed to the other side of his desk and taken a seat in front of him, her legs crossed casually to reveal the soft warmth of her thighs. She wasn't wearing nylons; this time of year was warm enough, and her tan was deep enough, that she didn't need them. By now Jim's cock was completely rigid, poking ridiculously so that it made a giant bulge in his trousers. For a long moment neither of them spoke; the air in the room was electric with sexual tension.
Then slowly, without saying a word, Nancie began to unbutton her blouse. After a few moments her tits jumped free, jutting white mountains capped with hard, taut nipples.
The blouse was quickly followed by her skirt, and then her panties.
Now she stood before him totally naked. Her breath was coming quickly, causing her tits to move up and down, and already she could feel the beads of moisture gathering at the entrance to her cunt.
Jim felt like he was in a dream. The only question in his mind was how he had waited this long to let it happen.
"Jim," she purred, fully in control of the situation now, "I want your cock."
He gulped at her frankness, but somehow it turned him on even more.
Nancie reached forward and began to massage the lump through the material of his pants. Then she reached up and unbuckled his belt. A moment later his cock was free, being fondled delicately by her cool, capable fingers.
Despite her experience in these matters, Nancie was impressed with Jim's cock. It was long and thick; both her hands could barely fit around its girth.
Jim's eyes were practically glazed now, lying fixed on the sight of her hands all over his cock. He could feel the hot cum rising deep inside him, and it took will power to keep from coming right then, shooting his jism all over her before she'd even had a chance to do anything else.
But he held on, and the moment passed.
Half rising out of the chair, he allowed her to slip his trousers down until they were on the floor beneath his chair. A few moments later she had taken off his shoes and socks, and then she was back on his cock.
Only this time it was her mouth that was at work.
Cupping his balls gently in one hand and guiding his cock with the other, Nancie leaned forward until her lips came in contact with the smooth, purple skin of his tool. A thrill shot through her as she felt the familiar tautness of an aroused man, and immediately her tongue darted out from between her wet lips.
Carefully, slowly, she began to lick up and down the entire length of his shaft, not missing an inch, covering his rod with her saliva until it glistened moistly in the light.
Finally, satisfied that she hadn't missed any of it, Nancie paused with her lips just a few inches from the head. Several drops of liquid had squeezed out of the slit in his cock, and she gobbled these up without wasting a moment.
Then she began to suck him off.
Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she began to descend on his rod. Down, down she guided her head on his giant tool, all the while letting her agile fingers massage his sensitive balls below. Finally she made it; her lips came in contact with the wiry hairs at the base of his cock.
There was absolutely nothing else now; only his cock and her mouth...
Up and down she worked, feeling every tremor as if it were a part of herself. She could almost feel the blood rushing through his pole just a tiny distance beneath the smooth, sensitive skin.
Jim was positively in heaven now. Just the sight of his big hard cock disappearing into her beautiful, straining mouth, was the best thing that had happened to him in a long while.
He began to drive up against her now, the muscles of his ass tensing as he sought to push his cock farther and farther into the moist, clinging throat that encircled him, licking and sucking with each stroke.
Suddenly he felt his entire body tense as the hot cum began to fight its way upward. There was nothing he could do about it this time.
She felt the tremor deep inside his cock, and she knew that he was about to come. Just the thought of taking his seed into her mouth, gobbling it down her willing throat, was enough to make her redouble her efforts.
Harder and harder now, she drove her mouth up and down his slippery shaft, feeling almost as if his cock had become a part of her own body. In a crazy way she was sharing in the wild sensations that were running through him.
"Oooooooohhhhh... " he groaned, "suck it baby, suck my cock, make me come, make me come!"
Then suddenly it happened.
In a single moment his shaft seemed to grow fiery hot, then it exploded in her mouth. Waves of his hot, molten cum shot against the back of her throat as she took every bit of it into her, not letting a single drop escape.
For what seemed like an eternity his seed poured into her as she licked and sucked, merging her identity with his in a hot, messy, combination of his cum and her mouth.
Finally, when the last tremor had passed, and his cock had grown limp, she allowed her mouth to relax. But she didn't release him from her grip.
Not yet.
There were still traces of jism slipping from the end of his cock, and she kept his shrinking tool in her mouth, licking its growing softness until every single drop had disappeared deep into her eager, hungry throat.
Then, satisfied that she had given him the best blow job of his life, she let his cock slide out of her mouth. For a moment she looked at it, then allowed her gaze to travel up until it had locked onto the eyes of the man above her.
She smiled.
Through the warm haze that had come over him, Jim was aware that her mouth was sticky and wet as she smiled, with traces of his cum lingering on her tongue and teeth.
"Fantastic," he whispered.
"It took long enough for it to happen."
"I guess I've been sort of wrapped up in my work."
"Well, maybe from now on you can find a little time to get wrapped up in something else once in a while?"
Suddenly Jim was aware that, while he had come, she obviously hadn't. He reached out toward her, but she stopped him.
"Let's save that," she said, aware that if they didn't do anything else now, he would be more likely to want more later.
Not that she had any doubts that, after what she had just done to him, he would definitely be back for more. It was just that if she held back just a little bit now, she knew it would pay off for her in the end.
"If you say so."
"I say so," she said, leaning forward and kissing him. He could taste the last traces of his seed as their tongues wrapped around each other.
"Now get out of here," he said with a smile, "I've got work to do."
CHAPTER TWO
Linda Johnson, Nancie's roommate, was comfortably curled up on the couch in the apartment the two girls shared. She wore a long, quilted robe that covered her body warmly and completely, even though the June breeze blowing in through the open window was balmy.
On the table next to her was a cup of tea, and in her hand was a novel. All in all, she was as comfortable as it was possible for her to be; nothing made her happier than reading.
Nancie was already a bit late, and Linda found herself vaguely wondering what was keeping her.
But the fact that Nancie's absence meant she could have a few more minutes alone with her book was enough to keep her happy; in fact, it crossed her mind that she was really in no hurry at all for Nancie to get home.
Just then the door opened.
"I did it!" Nancie announced from the doorway, her face flushed with excitement.
"Did what?"
"What I've been trying to do for the last two months. I just sucked the boss's cock."
"Nancie!" Linda was horrified whenever her roommate talked like this. Didn't she have any shame at all?
"Wow!" Nancie bubbled, plopping down onto the couch next to Linda, "I mean, I've seen some nice cocks in my time, but I never expected him to have one quite like that. It was-"
"Don't you ever think about anything else?" Linda interrupted her.
"Not if I can help it."
"You're sick."
"Shit, here we go again. Little Miss Tightass is giving it to me again. Just cause you won't let anybody fuck you doesn't mean-"
"All right, all right. Let's forget about it."
It was an old argument, and one which there was no point in repeating. For perhaps the thousandth time Linda wondered what two people who were so different were doing sharing an apartment.
"You're just jealous," Nancie continued.
Linda didn't say anything. In a way, Nancie was probably right, but Linda could never admit to that aloud. There were definitely moments when she wished she could be like Nancie.
But those were just moments.
The rest of the time she was happy being Linda.
Nancie was in the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine. Apparently she was going to drop the uncomfortable subject she had been so wrapped up in when she walked through the door.
But there was still a problem.
This afternoon's encounter with Jim, while a tactical success, had its drawbacks, the biggest of which was that it had left Nancie with a cunt that was so hot and juicy that there was no way she was going to make it through the evening without getting some relief.
It was just then, as she was pouring them both a glass of wine, that the idea to seduce Linda came into her mind.
What a laugh!
But the more she thought about it, and the more she looked across into the living room where Linda sat curled up innocently on the couch, the more she decided that she was going to do it.
Why not?
She'd already scored one major success today, why not another?
Several hours later, dinner and a bottle of wine had mellowed both of the girls considerably. For Nancie there was a growing sense of anticipation and expectancy brought on by the warm glow of the wine, while for Linda there was just a relaxed sense of coziness.
"Mmmmmmmm... " Nancie purred, stretching like a cat, "I'm stiff."
Linda looked over to where Nancie was sitting. The other girl was wearing a pink kaftan that hid nothing of the outline of her breasts. Occasionally during the evening Linda had been able to catch a glimpse, unintentionally of course, of one or the other of her strawberry nipples.
Linda smiled.
"I've got an idea," Nancie announced. "Why don't you give me a massage?"
"Don't be silly."
"I'm not being silly. I'm really stiff."
For a moment their gaze locked. Linda could sense that something was going on inside Nancie's mind, but she decided not to fight it. Besides, the idea of giving Nancie a massage didn't strike her as being so terrible after all, once she thought about it.
"I'll be back in a minute," Nancie said.
Thirty seconds later she returned, a towel wrapped around her body. Without saying anything else, she stretched out on the carpet' in front of Linda.
Somewhat hesitantly, Linda climbed onto her back and began to rub and massage the firm muscles of Nancie's back. "Mmmmmmmmm... lower... " Nancie whispered.
Linda hesitated. Going lower would mean unfastening the towel. All of this was making her feel really strange.
When she didn't comply to Nancie's request, Nancie took the matter into her own hands, reaching behind her and peeling the towel down until almost all of her back was naked. For just a moment she raised herself up on her elbows, allowing her breasts to swing free beneath her.
Linda almost gasped.
But then she was back on her stomach, and Linda had nothing left to do but go on with the massage.
But as she did, she couldn't rid her mind of the sight of Nancie's naked tits. Nancie was always showing them off, and tonight was nothing new. It always made Linda uncomfortable to see them, but tonight they somehow had another effect on her.
She was getting turned on.
Stop it! she told herself. This is silly.
"All right," Linda said, climbing up from the position she had been in. This was getting out of hand.
"Now it's your turn," Nancie said, turning to face her roommate, apparently mindless of the fact that doing so exposed one of her big tits in its entirety to Linda, who tried hard not to look at it.
"That's okay," Linda said nervously, "I'm not stiff."
But Nancie was adamant, with the result that five minutes later Linda was lying on the floor where Nancie had been before, a towel draped around her body while the other girl rubbed her back, kneading the muscles.
Nancie could tell that there was a battle going on inside Linda, and she wasn't about to let up. It was apparent that the massage was turning her on, but something was keeping her from letting herself go.
Without saying anything, Nancie pulled the towel apart until Linda was naked to the waist. For a moment she could see Linda's naked tits, and she was surprised at how large and firm they were; up until now she had done a good job of hiding them.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh... " Linda groaned at one point, feeling herself melt under the firm, supple guidance of Nancie's hands. She was feeling herself becoming more and more excited, but she didn't know what to do.
All of this was new to her.
Then suddenly something warm and sticky hit her back, and she jumped. "What's that?"
"Nothing. Just some oil. Relax."
When she had jumped the towel had fallen completely off of her, so that now her ass was naked. The thought that Nancie was looking down at her made her tense, but then as the warm oil began to work its way into her skin Linda found herself beginning to relax.
It was then that Nancie knew she was going to have her way with Linda. There was no doubt in her mind about it.
The ass beneath her was white and firm; again she was surprised at how nice Linda's body was turning out to be. Just the thought of rubbing the slippery oil into those white, fleshy cheeks caused her cunt to tingle.
This was going to be nice.
Beneath her, Linda was giving in to the sensations that were overwhelming her. In a way she knew that something like this had been inevitable; it had just been a matter of time.
She pushed up in the air slightly with her ass, making it clear to Nancie for the first time that she would not protest if she began to do to her ass what she was now doing to her back.
This was all the encouragement Nancie needed, and without hesitating another instant she plunged two fingers deep into Linda's tight, steamy cunt.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhh!" Linda moaned, feeling herself melt as she drove her ass back into the expert fingers inside her.
Just watching Linda's ass waving in front of her face was enough to cause Nancie to cream all over herself, with the result that she began to plunge her fingers harder and harder into her roommate's cunt, driving them deep into the yielding folds.
Fresh spurts of Linda's honey spurted out onto Nancie's hand, and as she drove harder Linda's cunt wriggled and squirmed wildly. Now she had three fingers deep inside the squishy hole!
Suddenly it seemed to Nancie that Linda's entire cunt melted into butter, squirting waves of hot juice out onto her hand. For several long moments she continued to jab her finger into the sopping slot, but finally she pulled it out as Linda rolled over onto her back, her eyes glazed with the aftereffects of her orgasm. She smiled up at Nancie.
Nancie bent down and kissed her full upon the lips.
They both knew things weren't going to be the same from now on.
* * *
For two solid hours after Jim got home, Angela played her bitchiness to the hilt. First she served him a miserable, cold dinner which he didn't eat. Then she turned on an inane TV game show and wouldn't talk to him. Finally, when he did get her to say something, she said two words and then stalked off to her bedroom.
"I'm bored."
For a few minutes Jim sat downstairs smoldering. This really pissed him off. She was impossible. And yet he took it.
Always a nice guy.
Well, maybe this time he wouldn't be such a nice guy. Christ, she deserved anything he did to her! And more.
The more he thought about giving her what she deserved the more he liked the idea. He had just been too goddamned nice to her ever since she got on her high horse three months ago.
His mind settled, Jim took a long pull from his scotch and water, then strode forcefully up the stairs and into the hallway.
The door to the bedroom was closed, but when he pushed on it he found that it wasn't locked. She was sitting on the bed, starring into the mirror.
"Angela."
She didn't acknowledge him. "Angela," he hissed, "you're full of shit." He waited for a reaction. There was none.
"Are you listening to me?" This was insane. What had he done to deserve this? Angela nodded mutely.
"Then look at me when I'm talking to you!" he growled. Quickly her eyes came up to meet his. "Now you listen to me, goddammit," he began when he had her attention, "I've just about had enough of your fucking attitude."
"What fucking attitude?"
"Shut up!"
For a moment they just looked at each other. Jim never talked like this to her. Never.
"What are you bored with?"
"You."
"If you're so fucking bored with me then why don't you get out? Or would you miss your swimming pool and your Mercedes and your-"
"I could find a man with twice as much as you've got."
Suddenly John felt something inside him snap. In half a second the last vestige of his control was gone.
He slapped her.
For a moment it appeared that she was stunned, as her cheeks became bright red. Then suddenly she too lost control as well, flinging herself against him.
Two civilized people.
Grasping her shoulders, Jim threw her back on the bed. But still she came after him.
Then a strange thing happened.
Jim felt himself becoming turned on. Not in a nice way; in a mean way. He wanted to- Angela could see something flash in Jim's eyes, and suddenly she knew that it was working. She had planned it this way, thinking all afternoon about how to get him into the bedroom this way.
And now she could tell that he wanted her, which was fine with her.
But he was going to have to pay for it.
He was on top of her now, slapping her face until it was raw and sore. She fought back like a cat, biting and scratching.
It was no use.
He was too strong for her. "Now, bitch, I'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson!" he shouted, suddenly ripping off her blouse, exposing her naked tits beneath it.
As he looked down on her white breasts, heaving in her exertions, Jim felt desire flash wildly inside him.
He would have her, right now, just the way he wanted it!
With a series of powerful wrenches he pulled the rest of her clothes from her body until finally she was totally naked beneath him.
She tried to struggle, but when he raised a menacing arm she desisted.
With an intensity that was almost foreign, so long had it been since he had felt this way about Angela, Jim ripped his pants down, then drove himself forward with every ounce of strength in his body.
"Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!" she screamed as his cock rammed into her cunt. She could never remember his cock being half as big as it felt now, and as he continued to drive into her the screams subsided, becoming moans as she too felt the frenzy of his passion.
"Oooooohhhhh... fuck me... fuck me you bastard... fuck my cunt... " she said, the words escaping in time with his powerful thrusts. Her cunt was on fire; she was creaming all over his cock.
"Shut up!" Jim growled, but he didn't mean it.
The sound of the dirty words coming from Angela was only turning him on more, so that his plowing thrusts only became more powerful, his tool plunging deeper and deeper into her wet, yielding pussy.
Now she began to writhe and wiggle, grinding against his pole with a ferocity to match his own. He could feel the thick hair of her cunt as each stroke brought their crotches together with a crash.
Wrapping her legs around his back, Angela began to pump wildly against him, bringing his cock as far into her as she could make him go.
"Fuck me!" she screamed, beside herself now, grunting like the animal she had become.
"Make me come... come... COME!"
As the last word escaped her lips, Angela felt her cunt explode, launching her into a spinning, swirling series of orgasms that left her panting and gasping on the sheets beneath Jim.
But still he hadn't come.
He plowed away, but she knew what she wanted to do.
Without giving him enough time to react, she pulled her cunt off his cock, taking his tool instead in her hands and beginning to jerk him off wildly.
"Now come, you bastard," she hissed. "Come all over me!"
She wanted to see his cock explode, and then she wanted to feel the hot wetness as his jism landed on her stomach.
It wasn't long before it happened.
Suddenly his cock seemed to swell in her hands, then Jim groaned, and a moment later great waves of cum were flying out of his rod, splattering on her tits and stomach. Some of it she caught in her mouth, while the rest of it found its way to her slim body.
At last it was over.
Jim looked at her for a long moment, his eyes appearing to be covered with a haze. Then he got up and walked out of the room.
Lying on the bed, Angela was satisfied.
It had all gone much the way she had planned it. And it had worked.
This had been the most satisfying fuck they had shared in years.
Things were looking up.
CHAPTER THREE
For a long time after Linda's orgasm the two girls held each other, sometimes kissing each other lightly, and other times simply luxuriating in the warmth and comfort that they had created.
In a way, Linda could hardly believe that this was happening. But at the same time she wasn't surprised; the seeds for such an encounter had been there for many months.
Now, however, it was Linda's turn to take care of Nancie. And she found herself looking forward with growing excitement to yet another new experience.
Moving slowly, gently, she allowed her lips to travel down from the spot on Nancie's neck where they had been resting. The other girl's skin was soft and creamy, and as she moved farther down, Linda became aware of the soft, gentle swelling of Nancie's full tits.
Just before reaching her nipples, Linda stopped.
"Oooooohhhhhh... don't stop... " Nancie whispered. She was creaming all over herself, her excitement was so great. "Suck them, baby, suck my tits... "
Linda looked at the nipples.
They were full and brown, standing rigid and taut in the cool air of the room. Her lips were only a few inches above them now, and she could make out every dimple, every perforation, on the sensitive skin below her.
Quickly, wetly, her tongue darted out and flicked across one of the straining buds.
A shudder ran through Nancie's body at this first contact.
"Yessssss... that's it... ooohhhhhh... " she murmured as Linda's tongue darted across her milky melons. Without realizing what she was doing, Nancie had begun to grind her pulsing, steaming crotch against Linda's leg, feeling the sticky warmth of her own honey as it rubbed off onto the other girl's skin. By now Linda was going after the nipple with a passion that rivaled what she had felt a few minutes earlier as Nancie had been administering to her.
It was so big!
And almost alive! Every time her wet tongue touched the sensitive tip of Nancie's nipple it seemed to jump and wriggle with a life of its own.
Suddenly, through the haze that had descended over her, Linda felt Nancie's arms gently disengaging themselves from her, pushing her away.
"Nooo... " she practically whimpered, trying to keep her lips and mouth in contact with Nancie's tit. But it was no use. Nancie obviously had something in mind that she wanted to do.
With a languorous slowness that fairly drove Linda crazy, Nancie pulled herself away until the two of them were no longer touching. There was a smile on Nancie's lips, as if she was confident that what she was about to do would reduce Linda's complaints to nothing.
And she was right.
Her body glistened in the soft light of the room, and Linda found herself enjoying the sight of her roommate's nakedness.
She was beautiful.
Now, again with a slowness that caused Linda's pulse to rise, Nancie took her own hand and began to slide it up the inside of her thigh until it was poised at the dripping entrance to her own cunt.
Suddenly, Linda understood what the other girl was going to do.
Carefully, almost teasingly, Nancie slipped one, then two fingers into the hot depths of her pussy. Then she withdrew them.
The light made them glisten stickily.
Practically trembling with excitement, Linda reached out and took the wet fingers that were offered to her. Then hesitantly at first, but with growing relish and excitement, she began to lick Nancie's cunt juice from her fingers.
It was a new taste for Linda, but she found that she liked it. And it made her want Nancie's sweet pussy more than ever.
She knew what Nancie wanted now, and she was ready, more than ready in fact, to give it to her.
"Suck me... suck my cunt... " Nancie whispered, and Linda nodded in silence. Then she reached forward and grasped the firm, fleshy cheeks of Nancie's white ass, pulling down and forward.
There was no resistance in Nancie now, as she drifted forward, her cunt melting from the hot passion that was taking over her body. A moment later she was on her knees, straddling Linda's face, her cunt just a few inches from her roommate's lips.
From below, Linda could see the dewdrops of honey that had collected at the wet entrance to Nancie's pussy. As if in a dream, she pulled herself up until her lips were almost touching it, letting at first just her hot breath fan the steaming wetness, then finally driving her hungry tongue deep into the yielding folds of Nancie's pussy.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" Nancie moaned at this sudden contact. "Eat me!... eat my cunt... "
For Linda there was suddenly nothing in the world except the juicy, squirming cunt that her face was buried in.
Licking and sucking recklessly, she let her tongue follow every instinct and inclination that presented itself, committing herself totally to the fulfillment of the wriggling, writhing snatch above her. Harder and harder she worked, driving her tongue deeper until it seemed as if her entire face was about to be completely buried in Nancie's panting muff.
Nancie was in heaven. She could feel the hot cum seething within her, churning and driving toward the ultimate release which she knew would come soon.
But not too soon. Not until she was ready.
She began to rotate her crotch now, letting Linda's wet, probing tongue explore all of her cunt, greedily eating her out with a passion that more than made up for her lack of experience.
Nancie could feel Linda's firm, strong hands as they held onto her ass, pulling her downward as she greedily licked and sucked the dripping folds of Nancie's pussy, gobbling every drop of hot honey that pulsed out into her mouth.
All the while, Linda's fingers, unconsciously perhaps, began to creep across the soft flesh of Nancie's ass, kneading and massaging it, until it became evident that they were not going to stop until they had reached the dark tightness of Nancie's asshole.
Meanwhile Linda's tongue began to change its pattern, flicking more and more across Nancie's throbbing, pulsing clit, then running lightly along the sensitive runway leading back to her tight, rigid asshole.
There she let her wet tongue trace light circles, lubricating the tense sphincter while her fingers crept slowly, steadily across the juicy flesh of Nancie's ass.
"Oooohhhhhhh... aaaaaaahhhhh," Nancie moaned, her eyes closed tightly as she bounced frantically up and down on Linda's upturned face. She was going wild now, absolutely wild.
"Yesssss!" she practically screamed as Linda's finger suddenly rammed into her asshole and her mouth returned to her cunt.
Nothing could stop Nancie now, nothing at all!
With a rush that sent the breath shooting from her lungs, Nancie felt her hot cream churning up inside her.
She exploded suddenly, with a force that caused her body to shudder as the spurting cum shot from her cunt onto Linda's eager, hungry mouth. Again and again she felt the racking, blinding spasms run through her body until finally, satisfied at last, she sank to the carpet.
Linda looked at Nancie. She knew her face was sticky and shining from the wet juices that covered it, but she didn't care.
Nothing mattered right now except pleasing Nancie.
And it was evident that Nancie was pleased. She smiled, more gently than was her normal nature, then snuggled tightly up against Linda's body.
Linda sighed.
Things were going to be good. She was sure of it.
* * *
As he shaved for work the next morning, Jim noticed the welts on his arms and shoulders from Angela's scratching the night before and smiled. He felt good.
He wondered if Angela would feel the same way when she woke up, or whether she would immediately go back to her old bitchiness.
Last night had been great. Both at the office and at home. It really felt good to assert yourself as a man, once in a while at least. And he had done just that, both with Nancie and with Angela.
But was it just an interlude? Or was it the start of something different? He didn't know.
He was downstairs having coffee and reading the paper when he heard Angela coming down the stairs.
"Good morning," she said, her green eyes more alive and awake than he could ever remember seeing them at this time of the morning.
"Hi," he said, as she kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Well, he thought to himself, maybe I did accomplish something last night.
After that they talked for a few more minutes before it was time for Jim to leave. Then, just as he got up, Angela suddenly seemed to remember something.
"Jim, I'm sorry, but I. forgot to tell you something."
"What?"
"Well," she said hesitantly, "Elaine called yesterday."
"Elaine?" That was a surprise. Elaine was Angela's daughter from her first marriage, who was living with her father. They rarely saw or heard from her.
"Yes. She sounded upset, and says she wants to come stay with us for a while."
Jim started to say something, then stopped, shrugging silently. Elaine was at least fifteen, no sixteen now. And there was nothing he could do if she wanted to visit.
"When's she getting here?"
"Today."
"Do you know what's wrong?"
"No."
"Well, I'll see both of you tonight then."
"Good. And Jim," she said sweetly just as he was about to go through the door, "try to get home early. All right?"
He looked at her sharply to see if she was nagging him, but she was smiling gently.
"I'll try."
As Jim climbed into the car to drive to work, Elaine was in an airplane a thousand miles away. And she was miserable.
Being miserable was the only thing that would have driven her to visit her mother, whom she didn't really get along with very well. But there was no other option right now. She had to think.
Though she was only sixteen, Elaine was no shrinking violet. Far from it, in fact. She had lost her virginity over a year ago to an older boy she hardly knew. But that wasn't the problem now.
The problem now was her father. And her mother.
It had started several months ago when her father had caught her masturbating one night in bed. It had been humiliating.
She was sure she had locked the door to her bedroom when it happened, but she hadn't. And the result had been that when her father threw open the door and turned on the light, she had been spread out on top of her sheets with two fingers deep inside her cunt.
For a long second neither one of them said anything.
Then her father had closed the door behind him and looked at her with a strange expression in his eyes.
"Go on," he whispered. She tried to cover herself with the sheets, but he stopped her.
"Don't let me keep you from what you were doing."
She was crying at this time. All she wanted was to climb under her sheets and pretend that this had never happened. But it had.
And it was only the beginning.
That first time he had made her finger herself until she came. Or until she faked it well enough for him to believe that she had climaxed. There had been no way, given the circumstances, that she could really come.
Then, at odd and unpredictable intervals, he had shown up in her bedroom after her stepmother had gone to sleep, and made her repeat the performance. At first she had been horrified, humiliated by the whole thing.
But then a strange thing happened.
One night, perhaps the fifth such night, she didn't have to fake her orgasm; it really happened.
And her father knew it.
It made her wonder if she was becoming as perverted as he was, because after that she was always able to come with him watching her, his greedy eyes devouring her slim body.
He seemed to have a fixation on her crotch.
He would sit and stare at it, making her spread the lips until he could see the warm moistness inside. There were times when she was afraid he was going to do something besides just look, but he never did.
Not at first, anyway.
But one night, while she was masturbating for him, he suddenly unzipped his trousers and took his cock in his own hand.
She gasped. It was huge. Big and long and purple.
But the worst thing about it, and the thing that frightened her more than anything else, was that his cock turned her on. It made her horny just to see him holding it, milking it, and realizing that it was the cock that, more than sixteen years ago, had caused her to be born.
Harder and harder she plunged her fingers into her cunt, all the time imagining that it was his cock and not her own fingers that were impaling her. Then finally he came, his hot cum shooting out from his cock and landing on the carpet.
After that, every time he came into her room he took his cock in his hands and jerked off while she masturbated. It was absolutely bizarre. Neither of them said anything while it was happening; they both knew what was expected of them.
Then, one night, Elaine's stepmother walked in on them during one of these sessions, and that had been the end of everything.
Now she was on her way to stay with her mother and her husband, to give her father and stepmother an opportunity to straighten things out between themselves. If they could. Elaine doubted it.
But the good thing was that the farther she got away from them, the more normal things began to seem again. In a way, it was all already beginning to seem like nothing more than a nightmare, a bad dream that had no more reality to it than the fantasies she had had as a child.
She smiled.
It was good to be away from all of that.
CHAPTER FOUR
Linda worked as a receptionist at a photographic agency. Normally it was a hectic job, and today was no exception, but in every spare moment that presented itself she found her thoughts returning to what had happened with Nancie last night.
She felt as if she should be embarrassed or ashamed, but she wasn't. In fact, every time she thought about the sensation of Nancie's fingers running all over her body, she felt a tingle of anticipation run through her cunt.
Anticipation? She had to laugh at that, because she knew she had nothing to anticipate; at least not in the immediate future. Today was Friday, and Nancie was going away for the weekend. That would leave Linda alone until Sunday night. Normally such a prospect would have pleased her, but not today.
Her appetite had just been whetted by last night, and she didn't like the idea of not being able to pick up where they had left off. She was horny already.
As the day wore on, an idea began to form in the back of Linda's mind. At first she put it aside as absurd, but the more she thought about it the more it seemed like it might be the answer to her problems.
Why not?
Finally, sometime late in the afternoon, she made her decision. She reached for the phone and dialed.
"Hello," came the answer on the third ring. "Jeffrey?"
"Oh, hi Linda." He didn't sound too enthused. "How are you?" she asked, ignoring his tone. "I'm all right." There was a pause. Linda was beginning to feel uncomfortable, but she decided to forge ahead. "Are you doing anything tonight?" she asked. "Well, I've got some work to do... "
"On a Friday night? Don't be silly. Listen, why don't you come over for dinner?"
"Oh, I don't think-"
"Jeffrey, please-anyway, Nancie's going away for the weekend, so... " she let her voice trail off, allowing him to finish the sentence in his own mind. Then she held her breath. There was a pause at the other end of the line, and then he answered her.
"All right."
* * *
Throughout dinner Linda tried to be light and friendly, as she always was with Jeffrey, but at the same time she concentrated on being more feminine and even a little bit seductive.
She had chosen to wear a sweater that was thin and showed the outline of her tits without hiding anything. From time to time to time she could sense his eyes trying to penetrate the material and see her lush melons beneath, and she wasn't surprised to find that she was getting turned on by it.
Jeffrey was a photographer she had met at the agency. They had gone out a few times, and she had liked him. But when she had continually balked sexually, the relationship had lapsed into nothing more than a casual friendship.
He was, on the whole, a rather shy individual. Not that he was bad-looking, but he just seemed to like to hide behind his camera case, that was always around his shoulder no matter where he went. Linda had frustrated him tremendously in the past, and tonight she knew she was going to make up for it. The only question was how to go about it.
They had finished one bottle of wine during dinner, and were halfway through another when she decided to barge straight ahead. After all, she had nothing to lose, and the expression on his face when he heard what she had to say would be worth it.
"Jeffrey," she said half teasingly, "I have a question for you."
"All right," he answered, taking a sip of wine.
"You'd love to fuck me, wouldn't you?"
The wine splattered on his shirt. He was obviously flabbergasted. She continued.
"Would you still want to fuck me if I was a virgin?"
"You know," he said quietly, recovering some of his composure, "from past experience, that I would like to fuck you. And you also know that I don't give a happy shit whether you're a virgin or not."
"Well, I am."
"More power to you."
"And I want you to fuck me."
"Quit teasing me."
"Jeffrey," she said earnestly, realizing that if she wasn't careful she might blow the whole thing, "I want to make it with you first. I still want us to be just friends, but I feel comfortable with you."
He looked at her for a long moment.
Most of what she had said was true. In her mind she still felt that she might be going about this all a bit rashly, but she was certain of what she wanted. Last night had done something to her. It had made her realize that she wasn't getting any younger, and even though she was only twenty-three she still had some catching up to do.
"Jeffrey," she said finally, "I'm not playing games with you."
He nodded slowly, as if he finally understood what was happening. There was no longer distrust on his features, and slowly he put his arm around her shoulders.
Linda felt a tingle run through her body at the contact, and she knew she was ready for what was going to happen.
Silently she led him to her bedroom. Rather than turn on any of the lights, she lit three candles. Then she sat down next to him on the edge of the bed.
So this is it? she thought to herself. Her body seemed to be suspended somewhere between a warm glow and rising excitement; she was ready for him.
Jeffrey kissed her. She responded hungrily, her tongue searching deep into his mouth. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away from her.
"You're beautiful," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
Then suddenly his hands were all over her, feeling her tits through the sweater, rubbing her stomach, sliding up and down her legs. She felt like she was on fire, and responded by sliding her hand down until she was rubbing his crotch, feeling the hardness of his cock beneath his pants.
When he grabbed her sweater and began to pull it over her head, she offered no resistance. In a moment she was naked from the waist up, except for her bra. Beneath the material she could feel her nipples growing harder, straining tautly against the confining material.
But then his hand was behind her back, and a moment later the clasp was released. Her tits jumped free, and through the haze of her mounting passion she could feel the cool air of the room hitting them, fanning her nipples, making her even more aroused.
Jeffrey felt his cock jump at the sight of her tits. They were fantastic! Full and hard, and those nipples! They were just begging to be licked and sucked.
Reaching up to her chest he began to squeeze her tits, massaging them in his hands, feeling their soft, creamy warmth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm... " Linda purred, releasing herself to the surging rush of excitement that captivated her entire body the moment his hands came in contact with her nipples.
She could feel her cunt beginning to melt, her honey pouring out of her and onto the sheets beneath them. All her life she had kept precisely this from happening, and now that she was actually naked in bed with a man, she realized that she would never be the same again.
Not that she wanted to be her old self anymore; the time for that was long gone now.
They were lying beside each other now.
Jeffrey's hand began to slide across her silky stomach, and Linda stopped what she was doing. She shivered as he brushed past her navel, but that was nothing compared to the jolt that shot through her as his fingers made their way beneath the waistband of her slacks.
Then he stopped.
"Nooooooo... " she whimpered, sucking in her stomach to make more room for his hand.
But he was in control now, and he still didn't do anything.
She couldn't stand it.
"Ooooohhhhhh... please... don't stop... touch me... touch me there... "
"Where?" he whispered into her ear.
"There... " was all she could say.
"Say it," he whispered.
For a moment she said nothing.
"My cunt... yes, my cunt... " she said. The word sounded strange on her lips, but she liked it. Liked it so much, in fact, that she said more, whispering into his ear as he had been doing to her.
"My cunt's drenched, Jeffrey. It's soaking wet. Don't you want to feel it?"
He responded by ramming two fingers into her wet pussy.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh... " Linda was on fire. She thrust her crotch up against his hand, writhing and wriggling, begging him to thrust deeper into the tight, virgin hole.
"My pants... " she moaned. "Take them off... "
Ten seconds later she was naked. She writhed and pumped against his hand, throwing her crotch wildly up into the air, thrashing feverishly with every ounce of the passion that was welling up so strongly inside her body.
At the sight of her naked cunt, Jeffrey felt the hot cum boiling up inside him. He couldn't believe this was actually happening, but he wasn't asking any questions.
Her cunt was pulsing, the dark brown fur half-covering the parted lips, drenched with her own juices. Jeffrey paused for a moment to look at it.
He wanted to eat her.
Suddenly out of control again, Jeffrey firmly grasped both her legs and spread them as wide apart as they would go. Her cunt was wide open now, pink and wet and waiting for him. And he was ready for it.
Without wasting any more time, he plunged his face deep into her brown muff, licking and sucking her sloppy cunt, tasting her juices for the first time. There was nothing in the world now except his face and her cunt, and he loved it.
At the first touch of his lips to her pussy, Linda felt like her entire body was set to explode. A fresh spurt of her honey shot out of her, and through everything else she thought about how nice it must be for Jeffrey to have his face buried in her messy twat.
She began to writhe again, driving her cunt forward, straining against the eating, working mouth that was trying to devour her. His tongue was alive inside her, flicking and darting, sometimes deep into her pussy, other times lightly around her swelling clit.
Then suddenly there was nothing touching her cunt but the cool air of the room.
Jeffrey was standing at the end of the bed, his smooth chest exposed as he unbuttoned his shirt. Then, quickly, he pulled off his pants, and finally his underpants.
Linda gasped.
His cock was huge. It was long and purplish, jutting forward from his body with an imperious quality about it. Suddenly Linda was afraid; there was no way that monster would fit inside her tight cunt.
No way.
But she was wrong.
Guiding his cock with his hand, Jeffrey placed it at the entrance to her pussy. The lips were wet and parted; they would never be more ready than they were right now.
"Relax," he whispered.
Remarkably, Linda found that she could relax. She closed her eyes and waited. He pushed forward.
"Mmmmmmmm... " she moaned, feeling the muscles between her legs spread wider than they ever had before as he pushed into her.
He pushed again, another inch.
This time there was some pain, but she kept it inside herself. It was far outweighed anyway, by the good feeling that his throbbing cock was giving her.
For the last time he pushed forward, harder, driving his tool in all the way until his cock had disappeared completely inside her dripping, tight, pussy.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" she screamed as pain flashed through her for a blinding second.
But then it was gone, swept away by the rush of excitement that his presence inside her meant to her. It seemed like her entire body was opening itself up to him, letting his cock fill her up like nothing ever had before in her life. Slowly now he began to slide his wet tool in and out of her pussy. The muscles of her cunt were tight, constricting, like a thousand rubber bands squeezing his cock.
Harder now, he began to thrust his cock into her, and as she smashed against him in response he knew that she was beyond hurting now.
To Linda it was almost like she was in a dream. The fact that she was actually being fucked after all these years was too much to comprehend. Her cunt felt like it was going to burst, but still she shoved back against him, thrusting her pelvis against his rigid pole as it flashed in and out of her.
"Ooooooohhhhhh... fuck me Jeffrey fuck me... hard, Jeffrey, hard... "
A spot of heat was beginning to gather inside her; she knew that if she could release that heat she would be able to come more powerfully than she ever had before in her life.
But she would have to work for it.
"Harder... harder... " she groaned, wriggling at the end of his shaft like an impaled animal.
She responded by smashing into her like a piston, repeatedly sending his purple tool deep into her writhing, panting muff.
"Fuck me, Jeffrey, fuck me... fuck me fuck me fuck me... oh yes... yes... AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
She came suddenly, intensely, the hot juices shooting from her cunt. Her whole body was racked with convulsions, as wave after wave of release shot through her quivering body. Again and again she writhed wildly, her pussy quivering in the aftershocks that continued to shoot through her body, until finally she was finished.
But Jeffrey wasn't.
Now it was hurting her, though. It seemed like the sensitivity of her cunt was going to make it impossible for her to last until he came. Suddenly she knew what she had to do, and the idea made her groan in excitement.
"Come on me, Jeffrey ..she moaned. Her entire body was glistening with perspiration, her white tits jiggling and bouncing in the candlelight. "Come on my face... I want to taste it... taste you... "
A moment later he had pulled out of her and was straddling her waist, his giant cock looming monstrously above her. Frantically she reached up and grabbed it.
Using both hands, she began to jerk up and down on the glistening shaft. This was incredible, she thought to herself. It seemed impossible that his entire meat could ever have actually been inside her.
But it had been.
And now she knew he was about to come. Little tremors were beginning to shoot through his cock, and his face was contorted in his excitement.
Harder and harder she pulled, jerking his meat until it happened.
"Aaaaaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" The first wad of his jism landed on her tits. It was hot, sticky. He was pulsing wildly now, his cock almost alive in her hands. But she wasn't satisfied.
By the time his cock spurted again, she had worked her way down so that it landed on her cheeks. Frantically her tongue darted out, licking the hot, salty cum from her skin.
Then she pulled herself up and plunged his still pulsating prick into her mouth. He was thrusting, jerking, driving his cock into her face as the cum kept shooting out. Some of it she managed to catch, swallowing it greedily, but the rest of it dripped out of her mouth and down onto her tits and chest.
Finally he was finished, but she kept his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking on the shrinking organ until once again it was flaccid.
Then she let him go.
Her body was covered with his messy goo, but she loved it. Closing her eyes, she let her hands run all over herself, rubbing the cum into her skin, bathing in it.
When she opened her eyes again, Jeffrey was asleep. Or at least his eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply, regularly.
But Linda wasn't about to go to sleep. In fact, she was wide awake.
So this was it? She hadn't been disappointed. It had been good to start out with a friend like Jeffrey; she hadn't felt self-conscious at all. She just hoped he would let everything stay as calm and comfortable as this evening had been. It wouldn't be good for him to make it, or want to make it, a permanent kind of relationship. Linda was just beginning to find herself, and she didn't want anybody telling her what to do or who to do it with.
* * *
Nancie, at that moment, was in a position she had always thought would be fun but which she had never actually experienced.
She was about to make it with three men at once.
The whole thing had started several hours ago when Jason, the friend she was spending the weekend with, had taken her out to dinner with two of his business associates. Nancie had found that instead of being irritated at the lack of privacy, she was actually enjoying the multiple attentions of the three men.
When she thought about it, she decided it wasn't so surprising after all.
At any rate, one of the things that had come out during dinner was that Paul Sheffield, the younger of the two friends, was the editor of a men's magazine.
"What kind of men's magazine?" she asked, when she heard about it. She wanted to see how he would reply.
"Mostly photographs," he said without batting an eye.
"Oh, one of those," she responded, accenting the last word heavily.
After that the conversation had turned to other things, but Nancie's mind kept wandering back to the magazine. She was thinking about how much money the girls in the pictures must make.
It was easy enough to see that Paul thought she was attractive; why not? She began to flirt with him. But just to keep Jason from getting jealous she made sure to flirt with the other friend, Roger, as much as she did with Paul.
Jason didn't mind.
In fact, it was Jason who suggested that they all go back to his apartment for a nightcap.
Three drinks later Nancie knew what she was going to do. And just thinking about it made her cunt tingle.
While they were drinking Jason had brought out several copies of Paul's magazine, and they had looked at all the pictures together. As they perused the succession of full-color shots of nude women Nancie could sense a growing sexual tension in the room.
She smiled to herself; it was exactly what she wanted. But she would wait until precisely the right moment.
That moment came in about ten minutes, after the magazines had been put away. Nancie was sitting in a low, velvety chair that was soft and deep, while the three men were across the room a short distance away from her.
Taking a drink from her glass, she spoke.
"Tell me something, Paul. Am I as good-looking as the women in your magazine?"
There was a moment of silence. No one was surprised that she had said it, not even Jason.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Well, I haven't really seen your body."
"I see," Nancie said, a provocative smile on her lips. Her legs were crossed carelessly, allowing the men a glimpse of her smooth thighs and a hint of her crotch.
There was dead silence in the room except for the sound of breathing. Everyone was waiting for something to happen.
Nancie knew that the time was right. Silently she began to unbutton her blouse. When she had it open to the waist she waited a few moments. Her breasts were still covered by the material, and she could tell that the men, even Jason, were dying to see her tits.
Taking a last long pull from her drink, Nancie placed the glass on the table next to her and continued to undress.
The blouse fell to the floor and her tits plopped free. She could hear a swift intake of breath from across the room.
Then she lifted her hips and pulled her skirt down until it, too, was on the floor. Now all that was left was her panties.
She stood up.
She slid her smooth, supple fingers across her flat stomach until her fingertips were just touching the elastic of her panties. Then she grabbed the material, pulling on it so that the material below rode up, stimulating her already juicy cunt. A few of her dark hairs were visible now, and she could tell that the men wanted to see more.
Finally she pulled the panties down, letting them fall around her feet. Stepping out of them, she walked lithely across the room until she was just a few inches in front of the men.
"You still haven't seen what you need to see, have you?" she whispered. "You really have to see my wide-open cunt, don't you?"
All three of them had their hands hovering near their crotches, where their bulging cocks were pushing out against the confining material of their pants.
The carpet beneath her was a thick shag. Nancie sat down on it, then leaned back, spreading her legs so that the moist, pink lips of her pussy were completely visible to all three of them.
Without hesitating, Nancie started to run her light fingers all along the soft warmth of her inner thighs. She began to rotate her hips as well, and as she lifted her pelvis off the floor she could feel their eyes boring into her.
She loved it.
Gently now, she took both her hands and spread her pussy lips as wide apart as possible, letting the wet juices trickle out and down onto her legs. Finally, when it seemed they were about to rape her, she dipped three fingers deep into the simmering depths of her cunt.
Then she pulled them out, allowing them to glisten brightly in the soft light. One by one, taking all the time in the world, she licked them.
It was as if the cue had been given, because all at once the three of them descended upon her at once, ripping at their clothes, to get their cocks free.
Nancie loved it.
Almost before she had a chance to brace herself for the onslaught, Paul had rammed his cock into her waiting cunt.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh... mmmmmmmmm... "
He began to slam into her.
But the others weren't about to sit quietly aside and wait their turns. Almost before Paul's cock had begun to drive in and out of her, they too were on her. Jason was straddling her chest so that his cock was firmly entrenched in the valley between Nancie's ample tits, while Roger was driving his cock into her mouth.
Nancie was determined to take care of all of them. For a few moments everything was a wild mass of uncoordinated heaving and humping, but as Nancie caught the rhythm of it all she began to bring everyone together.
After that it didn't take long.
Jason was the first to come, his hot jism shooting onto her neck and chest, bathing her in his cum.
Then Roger exploded in her mouth. The first wad hit hotly against the back of her throat, and Nancie took his cock in her hands to make sure that one of the sticky fluid escaped.
Finally, almost before she had a chance to recover from the first two, Paul began to go wild inside her cunt. He drove into her like a piston, slamming time and again as if his life depended upon driving a hole through her.
"Oooooooooohhhhhh... harder... harder... fuck me fuck me fuck my cunt... ooooooohhhhhh... aaaaaahhhhhh... fuck, fuck FUCK!... " she screamed as they came together, his jism filling her cunt to overflowing, reducing her to a mass of quivering, dripping flesh.
After that, the four of them went through every variation they could imagine for the rest of the evening and into the early hours of the morning. Nancie didn't know how many times she got fucked, or how many times she sucked a cock until it came.
But she did know that she had taken care of three men and given them one of the best nights of their lives.
Still, she wasn't completely satisfied. Not until she found out more from Paul about the magazine situation. It had never occurred to her before to pose for pictures like the ones she had seen, but the more she thought about it the more exciting it sounded.
At one point Jason and Roger were either asleep or in another room, and she had a chance to talk to Paul.
He was evasive.
Finally he gave her a straight answer. "Of course I could use you. But I don't know whether Jason would like it."
"Fuck Jason."
"I'll leave that to you. But there's something else, too. I'm really looking for a young girl right now. Sixteen or seventeen at the most. I want to do a pictorial with her, sort of like a nymphet, making it with another woman. You'd be fine as the other woman, but I've got to find a good nymphet. So far I haven't come up with one."
"I see."
"But I'll keep you in mind for other things if that doesn't work out. Really."
"Sure."
CHAPTER FIVE
For the first three or four days after Elaine's arrival everything went smoothly. Both Jim and Angela were amazed at how much she had grown since they had last seen her.
She obviously was no longer a little girl.
Jim found himself having to fight down what he took to be lecherous impulses whenever he looked at his stepdaughter. Damn! She was a little fox all right, and she knew it. Those tight, clinging blouses that let everyone in the world know she wasn't wearing a bra...
After the weekend was over and Jim had gone to work on Monday morning, Angela and Elaine had their first opportunity to be alone. Angela wanted to find out what it was that had caused Elaine to leave home, but her daughter was closemouthed about it.
"I'll tell you about it later," was all that she would say.
The two occupied themselves for the most part by being lazy and lying around the pool all day. But by the third day of this Elaine was completely bored and asked her mother to let her take the car and go shopping.
Angela hesitated; it was strange to think of Elaine driving a car. But she was old enough and had a license, so there was no real reason for not letting her go. Besides, there was another reason to be considered...
"All right. But be careful."
Five minutes later Elaine was gone.
The other reason that Angela had for letting Elaine go was simple; she was horny.
Whatever progress she and Jim might have made on that single night last week had-been totally negated, at least on his part, by the presence of Elaine in the house. Several times Angela had made advances after they had gone to bed, but he hadn't responded.
The result was that right now, as she lay by the pool in the back yard, Angela's cunt was on fire. She was ready for action, but there was no action to be had.
At least not right now.
But she would come up with something.
That 'something' happened about an hour later when Angela was inside the house fixing herself a salad for lunch. The first she knew about it was when the silence of the back yard was shattered by the raucous clatter of a lawnmower starting up.
After a moment's confusion, Angela realized that it was Jimmy Howard. The fifteen-year-old son of one of their neighbors came every Thursday afternoon to mow the lawn.
Fifteen years old?
Why not?
She looked at him through the window. He was about average size for his age, but his body was strong and muscular.
Indeed, why not?
The more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her. She had been aware on previous afternoons when she had been lying beside the pool as he worked that as long as her eyes were closed, or appeared to be closed, his eyes were on her body. She had thought it was funny then; kind of cute.
But today it meant more than that.
She was going to seduce him. It would serve Jim right. After all, she had tried to make love with Jim twice in the last three days and each time he had refused her. What did he expect her to do, wait patiently until he was ready?
Outside, Jimmy was just finishing his first circuit of the yard. There was plenty of time.
Angela went upstairs and climbed into the shower. The hot water played on her muscles, stripping her body of the sweat and oil that had covered it from the morning in the sun. Then, invigorated, she got out and toweled herself dry.
Looking in the mirror, she examined her body critically, and came to the happy conclusion that there was nothing to be critical about. Her tits were firm and hard, just as her stomach was flat and smooth.
Jimmy was going to be in for quite a pleasant surprise, she thought to herself.
Still naked, she reached into her dresser drawer and withdrew a vial of her favorite perfume. There was no sense in doing this unless she did it right. And the perfume was a start.
Its scent was slightly heavy, almost musky. Just the fragrance itself was enough to make her cunt tingle, and as she sat naked in front of her dresser she could feel the beads of honey gathering inside her twitching muff.
Finally satisfied that her body was taken care of, she got up and crossed to the closet on the other side of the room. There she selected a long, sheer gown. It was one that she didn't normally wear outside, for the simple reason that the sunlight made it practically transparent.
But that was exactly what she wanted this afternoon.
As the last step in her preparation she applied just enough makeup to make her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
A few minutes later she was sitting in a chaise lounge next to the pool, a bloody mary in one hand and a book in the other. Jimmy was still working around one side of the house, but she knew he would be in the back yard before long. In the meantime she could relax.
But she couldn't relax.
Her cunt was dripping honey with a steadiness that was remarkable. And distracting.
She decided not to fight it. Instead she slipped her hand beneath the soft, clinging material of the gown and let two fingers dip into her wet pussy. Slowly she began to rotate them, driving them deep inside herself.
Suddenly she heard the sound of the lawnmower getting much closer. Jimmy was coming into the back yard.
Reluctantly, but ripe with anticipation of what was about to happen, she withdrew her fingers from her cunt.
When Jimmy saw her she waved, and he returned it with a friendly nod and smile. He was still too far away to really see her, a fact which frustrated Angela.
She wanted something to happen right now.
Then she realized that the lounge she was reclining in was now in the shade. As long as the sun wasn't shining directly on her, the see-through effect of the gown was lost.
With this in mind she got up and began to walk around the pool. She was wearing no underwear at all, and she knew that by now there was no way that Jimmy wasn't looking at the fleshy-white cheeks of her ass.
Then she turned around and walked back in the other direction. She could feel the material clinging to her nipples and crotch as she moved. Jimmy was only about twenty feet away, and it was obvious that he was having a hard time concentrating on his work.
It was time for her to make her move.
Turning quickly, she walked in the direction of the boy. He tried to pretend that he didn't see her, but he was a bad actor.
Angela was wearing a look of offended innocence when she gestured at him to turn off the noisy motor of the lawn mower.
A moment later the yard was silent. She didn't say anything at first, waiting as he fought valiantly to keep from staring at her practically naked body. Just to make things more difficult she drew herself up higher so that the firm, swelling melons beneath the gown practically jutted into his face.
"Jimmy!" she said sternly. "I saw you."
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Are you going to try to tell me that you haven't been staring at my body for the last five minutes?"
"But-"
"But what?"
"Nothing."
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Yes ma'am."
"What would your mother think?"
"I don't know."
"Well, you're gonna know in just a few minutes because I'm gonna call her. Now you come inside with me right now."
Jimmy had no choice but to comply.
As she walked ahead of the poor boy Angela made certain to shake her ass as provocatively as possible.
Jimmy's expression was crestfallen, but his eyes never left her body.
Inside the house Angela stopped.
"Jimmy?" she asked, her sternness not quite so severe as it had been earlier.
"Ma'am?"
"Would you rather I called your parents and let them punish you, or would you rather I punished you right now?"
"What are you gonna do to me?"
"What would they do to you?" she countered.
"I don't know. I guess they'd ground me for a long time."
"Well, this won't be as bad as that."
"I don't know," he said, totally confused. This was insane.
Angela didn't say anything else; instead she began to dial the telephone. "No, wait!"
She stopped and looked at him. Then she smiled.
"Go upstairs into the first room on your right."
Silently he complied, and she followed him up the stairway. Once she was inside the bedroom with him, she pulled the door shut behind her.
Jimmy was terrified.
"Take off your clothes."
He didn't move.
"I said take off your clothes, Jimmy. You've been looking at my body, now I'm gonna look at yours."
Still he hesitated, but when she reached for the phone he stripped.
A few moments later he was naked except for his shorts.
"Very nice, Jimmy. You have a good body. Now climb onto the bed."
Looking distinctly uncomfortable he did as he was told. To add to his embarrassment a bulge was visible where his cock was getting hard.
Angela smiled.
Once he was on the bed, his features reflecting his bewilderment, she began to slowly unbutton the front of the gown.
Jimmy tried to look away.
"No, Jimmy, this is part of your punishment. I want you to look at my body."
He looked at her, his face registering disbelief. But he no longer tried to avert his eyes.
The gown was unbuttoned to her waist, but her tits were still covered by the wispy material. But not for long.
She reached up and pulled the gown away from her shoulders, and a moment later it was lying on the floor in a heap.
Jimmy stared, transfixed.
His cock was throbbing wildly beneath his briefs. He couldn't believe any of this was happening. But his mind was so frozen that he really couldn't think at all now; all he could do was look at the fantastic body in front of him and remind himself that this was the real thing. Not a fantasy.
Not a picture in a magazine.
Angela began to massage her tits, rubbing and squeezing them while the bulge in Jimmy's shorts grew larger.
"Well, Jimmy, how do you like your punishment?" she teased. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. She took his hand in hers and pulled it forward until his trembling fingers were just a few inches from her thoroughly drenched pussy.
"Finger me, Jimmy. Stick your fingers up my cunt," she whispered heavily.
In a daze, Jimmy complied. He was clumsy at first, but she was so wet that there was no way he could help but find what he was looking for.
A moment later the lips parted, and two fingers were inside her.
"Now take them out."
He took them out. They glistened, stickily.
"Lick them."
Jimmy looked at them. At first he was hesitant, but after the first taste of her honey touched his lips, he gobbled down the remainder greedily.
"Now lie back on the bed." He did as he was told.
Angela climbed onto the bed with him now, spreading his firm, muscular legs wide. She knew she could never let him enter her right away; he would come much too quickly that way.
No, she would have to make him come first outside of her cunt. Then, the second time around, he could fuck her.
Without saying anything else, she reached up and pulled his shorts down. His cock jumped free.
His cock jumped free.
Angela grabbed it and began to jerk him off.
"How do you like it, Jimmy? Better than jerking yourself off, isn't it? Or would you rather I sucked you off?"
Jimmy just stared at her and then, as the import of what she had said got through to him, he nodded.
Smiling, she leaned over and drove her mouth down on his shaft, taking it all inside in a single motion. By now Jimmy was going crazy; his pelvis began to thrust up wildly as he watched his cock disappear in and out of the perfect lips that were licking and sucking him like he had never imagined possible.
Then, suddenly, he came.
"Aaaaaaaaaahahhhhhhh!" he groaned as his hot cum shot out of his cock and into her mouth. She didn't let a drop escape, licking greedily on his pole until the last bit of cum was gone.
Finally she let his limp cock drop. Then she smiled at Jimmy, his cum glistening on her lips and inside her mouth. She leaned forward until her lips were just a few inches from Jimmy's. Her heavy breasts were almost touching his firm, muscular chest.
She kissed him, letting him taste the flavor of his own essence, driving her tongue deep into his mouth.
Even though it had hardly had a chance to go limp, Jimmy's cock started to grow hard again.
Sensing this, Angela tried to get him even more turned on by jamming one of her tits into his mouth.
Jimmy sucked on it eagerly, licking her sensitive nipple with an urgent clumsiness that reminded Angela that at last she could expect to have her horniness relieved.
His cock was completely hard again now, jutting up from his body at right angles to his pelvis. Angela knew that it was time for her to do what she had been waiting for, what all of this had been leading up to.
She drew herself up above him.
"You're a virgin, aren't you, Jimmy?"
He nodded.
She was straddling him now, her pussy lips wide open just a few inches from his straining cock. She reached down with her hands and spread the pink lips even wider, then took his cock and placed it at the entrance to her cunt.
"Now fuck me... fuck me like you always dreamed you would... " she said, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.
Jimmy didn't wait. He didn't want to waste a precious moment. Like a rabbit, he began to smash into her, driving his cock harder and harder into her dripping muff.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh... " she breathed as his prick drove into her for the first time. It felt good. She began to bounce up and down, keeping up with the frantic, frenzied pace that he had established. She was starving for sex, and her cunt was already pulsating with the excitement of getting fucked.
Looking down, she could see his eyes grow wide as he looked at the slippery, glistening shaft as it disappeared inside her cunt again and again.
"Fuck me, Jimmy, fuck me hard... fuck me... fuck fuck fuck fuck... " she moaned, the words coming in time with his thrusts.
Deep inside herself she could feel a knot of fire beginning to build.
She knew what it was.
Now if only Jimmy can last long enough, she thought to herself, I'll be able to come.
She was determined that this would be the case.
The fire was growing stronger now, taking over her cunt, causing it to churn and foam with an intensity that was driving her wild.
"Make me come... harder... make me come... come... come come come COME!... YESSSSS!"
It was suddenly as if her cunt had flooded over, spilling its contents out and onto the hot, exploding prick inside her. Wave after wave of release shot through her boiling body, causing her to shudder deeply. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it as over.
She was finished. He was finished.
She climbed off his body, letting his cock drop back onto his stomach.
"Well, Jimmy,-" she said, fighting back the silly laughter that was welling up inside her, "I certainly hope you learned your lesson."
CHAPTER SIX
The first place that Elaine decided to go when she left her mother at home was her stepfather's office. She had never visited him at work before, but the real reason she went there was that, for the moment at least, there was no place else she could think of to go.
"Can I help you?" the secretary asked as Elaine walked into the office. And what a secretary! No wonder her stepfather worked late so often!
"I'm looking for my stepfather, Mr. Roberts."
"Oh, you must be Elaine. I'm Nancie." Nancie offered her hand, which Elaine shook warmly.
"Why don't you just go on in to his office and surprise him."
After Elaine had disappeared into the inner office Nancie rolled her eyes back in her head and smiled broadly. This was it! Just what she was looking for; a perfect sixteen-year-old girl to do the magazine spread with her.
It occurred to Nancie that Elaine might be totally horrified at the idea; after all, Paul was having trouble finding someone who was young, good-looking, and willing to do it. Elaine was definitely the first two of these; whether she was also willing to pose nude was another matter altogether. But Nancie had confidence in her own persuasive abilities.
When Elaine emerged from her father's office a little while later, Nancie invited her to dinner for the coming Friday night, an invitation which she accepted gratefully.
That night Nancie went to work on Linda, trying to get her to come up with a photographer friend to come over for dinner the same night. Linda was slow to catch on to what Nancie had in mind, but after Nancie finally gave the bare facts of her weekend experience with the magazine editor Linda relented and promised to have her friend Jeffrey there on Friday night.
But as the week wore on Nancie began to realize that her original plan, which had been simply to have a few publicity shots taken (assuming, of course, that Elaine would agree to it) was nearsighted. She could do much better than that.
Why not do the whole pictorial themselves? After all, that would give Jeffrey more incentive to do a good job photographing it, and would also stand a much better chance of making all of them some good money. Not to mention that fact that it might be a lot easier to get Elaine to pose once, among friends, then to get the young girl to do it among strangers at a professional studio.
* * *
Angela was beginning to wonder what was happening to her. But she wasn't really complaining; it was just that all of a sudden she couldn't get enough fucking to satisfy herself. And Jim certainly wasn't helping matters.
It was three days since she had made it with little Jimmy, and already she felt like she couldn't stand another hour without getting a man's cock.
She had never been like this before; it was like she was absolutely starving to get laid. And she was going to make sure it happened.
But first, she had to get rid of Elaine for a few hours. That was accomplished easily enough, since Elaine was obviously as anxious to take the car and leave for a while as Angela was for her to go. So Angela made up a shopping list that was certain to keep her busy for at least two hours and sent her daughter happily off on her way.
Next Angela got on the phone and called for a taxi.
But she wasn't going anywhere.
The voice on the phone said it would be about fifteen minutes before the cab arrived. Angela smiled; by them, she would be ready.
First, she put on a swimsuit she saved only for very special occasions. It was black, crocheted, and tiny. So tiny, in fact, that the only parts of her body that were really covered were her nipples and her crotch. It was in these places that the suit was knitted tightly enough to not be seen through. Everywhere else the material stretched so much that the skin beneath it was completely visible.
Jim didn't know she owned it, of course. He would never allow such a thing.
After putting on the swimsuit, she then went out to the pool and waited. She wondered what the cab driver would be like. Not that it really mattered, as long as he had a cock.
As she waited, the cab driver, whose name was Larry, pulled up in front of the house and beeped his horn. He was in a foul mood; it had been a slow coming out here to take some rich bitch to the airport and it wasn't really his idea of a good fare.
Dammit, where was she! He blew the horn again.
A woman appeared around the corner of the house. Christ! She didn't have a thing on except a bikini; where the hell was she going?
As she got closer to the car Larry found his eyes riveted on her jiggling tits. Holy shit! The only thing he couldn't see of them were the nipples.
"I'm sorry," she said, leaning forward so her tits were almost in his face. "It's going to be a few minutes. Why don't you come around back and wait. Go ahead and start your meter, though. I know this is costing you money if you don't."
Then she turned and skittered away, her tight ass moving nicely as she disappeared around the corner of the house. Larry was left with his mouth hanging open; what the hell was going on with this broad?
He started the meter and climbed out of the car. He'd been a hack for twenty years, and he'd had the usual complement of bizarre incidents to contend with.
But this woman was class all the way.
He could feel his cock getting hard already.
Inside the house Angela was waiting. He wasn't too bad-looking, she thought to herself. Maybe a little pot, and kind of grizzled, too. But she was sure his cock was in good shape, and that was all that really mattered.
There he was! She slid open the picture window and called out to him.
"Could you come in here and help me out with something?"
The cabbie nodded and began walking toward her. Angela knew it was time to make a decision as to how to proceed. The answer was obvious; the more straightforward she was, the quicker his meat would be inside her pussy.
That was all that mattered.
"What do you need help with?" Larry asked, trying not to stare too openly at those tits. Christ!
"Come here," she said, extending a hand in his direction, then gesturing, for him to sit in a chair next to where she was standing. Somewhat confused, but willing to put up with whatever she wanted, for now at least, he sat down.
Then she sat in his lap.
Surprise flashed on Larry's face, and his mouth opened as if he were about to speak, but Angela silenced him by putting her fingers to his lips.
She leaned forward so that her tits were almost in his face. Then she spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know what I want. You've known it since you saw me; I want your cock." Her hands were fluttering up and down his torso.
This time he didn't look surprised; instead he just shifted his weight in the chair. As he did so, Angela could feel something hard pressing against the soft flesh of her ass.
"It's all yours, baby," Larry said, feeling his cock begin to swell even more. Opportunities like this came around once or twice in a lifetime, and he wasn't about to blow it.
Angela was vaguely aware of the fact that she didn't even know this man, but that only served to make her more excited. He wasn't good-looking, but that didn't matter either.
She knew what she wanted.
The butterflies that had been tantalizing Larry's chest began to work their way down, flitting and tripping across his lower stomach until finally they were dancing around his crotch and his rock-hard cock.
He swallowed hard.
This was really incredible. She was the best-looking woman he'd seen in a long time; the kind he had fantasized about.
Moving quickly, her fingers unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly. Then the same fingers, cool and smooth, slipped beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.
His cock jumped free.
"Mmmmmmmm... " Angela murmured in approval. His prick was huge! She looked up until her eyes met his. He started to say something, but she put a finger to his lips and he was silent.
Then she stood up and took a couple of steps backward, her eyes never once leaving his.
Without saying a word, she took off her bikini. First the top. Then the bottom.
He gasped at what he saw.
She was absolutely perfect! There wasn't an ounce of extra fat on her body, and everything that he could see was perfect. Her tits were large but firm, with big, hard nipples that looked like they were just dying to be sucked.
And her legs!
For a suspended moment she just stood there, looking down at him while his hungry eyes roamed over her body. Then, satisfied that he knew how good a lay he was about to have she dropped smoothly to her knees and leaned forward.
Larry watched in absolute, complete ecstasy as this red-hot female reached out and took his throbbing cock into her supple fingers. She used both hands expertly, pulling up and down on his bulging meat, sliding the skin all the way over the head, then stroking down until her hands were buried in the hard, wiry hairs of his crotch.
Larry didn't know what he wanted to look at the most; her hands on his cock or her jiggling, bouncing tits just a few inches beyond it.
A few moments later she saw where his eyes were glued, and she responded by leaning forward until her ripe melons almost touched the smooth skin at the head of his cock. Then, keeping her eyes locked on his, she reached out with one hand and began to rub her right tit against his cock, massaging and squeezing the skin so that his shaft was soon buried in the soft mounds of her flesh.
"Mmmmmmm... yessssss... " she groaned, and he responded by jabbing his cock into the valley between her tits. Larry was absolutely in heaven.
Suddenly, almost without notice, his cock began to tremble and shudder as the hot cum bubbled up inside him. Angela was too quick to let this happen, though, and she pulled away at the last possible moment.
"Not yet... not yet... " she whispered, watching carefully to make sure that he wasn't going to come.
She was safe.
Satisfied that the flood within him had subsided, she leaned forward again. But this time she had something else in mind.
First, she took his cock into her hands, massaging the swollen meat tenderly with her slender fingers. Then, moving so slowly that it practically drove Larry crazy, she leaned forward until her lips were just a few inches from his cock. "Suck it, baby, suck my meat... " She was only too glad to oblige. Slowly, with a tantalizing rhythm calculated to drive him insane, she lowered her perfect lips onto his tool, letting them spread softly to allow her hot tongue the opportunity to begin taking care of the meat that rose so powerfully in front of her.
Then she touched him, and a shudder ran through Larry's entire body. This was too good to be true! Her tongue wrapped itself around his cock, sliding up and down until it glistened wetly in the light coming through the windows. His cock was pulsating now, but it was under control.
Then, in a single motion that left Larry gasping, Angela took his entire cock into her mouth, plunging down on it until her lips were firmly I embedded in the wiry hair at the base of his shaft. , Up and down she moved, sliding her wet, clinging mouth and throat over the entire length of piss shaft. He could see the muscles in her throat expand with each stroke, opening wider and wider, as she enveloped him in a delicious, hot tightness what felt like a warm, sticky cocoon.
He began to thrust wildly now, fucking her in the mouth, watching his cock slither recklessly in and out of her lips.
Then once again he felt the tremors deep within his shaft as the hot cum bubbled up inside him. But this time he was content to let it happen.
Angela, however, felt differently about it.
She jerked away from him at the last possible moment, leaving his straining cock dangling free in the air.
"Shit!" Larry grumbled in frustration as once again the uproar within his cock subsided.
"Don't worry," Angela panted, her tits heaving up and down with her excitement. "When I finish with you, you're gonna come like you never did in your life."
And she was right.
But Angela didn't even wait for the import of her words to sink in. After all, there was only one thing left to do, and that was to put his cock where it really belonged; in her cunt.
With a long moan Angela launched herself into the air, coming down squarely on top of Larry's cock.
"Aaagggghhhh!" she screamed as the hot meat rammed into her, driving in a single thrust to the deepest recesses of her pussy. This was what she had been waiting for!
Larry couldn't believe it. It was as if her cunt was alive, grabbing and pulling on his cock like no pussy ever had before.
He began to drive up into her as hard as she was smashing down on him. The result was that both of them began to moan and groan as wave after wave of unrelenting excitement shot through them.
They were both almost there now. It was only a matter of seconds. Larry could feel his cock beginning to shudder, and he knew that this time there was no way she could stop him, while Angela's pussy was already beginning to expand and contract wildly on his hard shaft.
"FUCK!!" Angela screamed as they both came together, his cock exploding just as her cunt seemed to melt, dissolving into butter as her honey mixed with his cum to make a burning cauldron of hot goo.
But they didn't stop then.
For at least a full minute they continued to smash into each other, milking one another for every drop of cum they could squeeze out.
Then, finally, it was over.
Angela's half-crazed lust was sated.
For the moment.
* * *
As Elaine shopped for her mother, her mind kept wandering ahead to that night. She was looking forward to dinner tonight with Nancie and her friends for several reasons.
First of all, it was obviously an opportunity to meet some new people, and after a week of seeing no one but her mother and her husband, this in itself was important.
But there was more to it than that.
There had been something in the way that Nancie had looked at her in the office the other day that made Elaine feel that there was more going on here than just a dinner invitation.
She could be wrong, of course.
But she doubted it.
And in any event, if Nancie thought that Elaine was a sweet young thing who was as naive as a sixteen-year-old was supposed to be, well, she was definitely going to be in for a surprise.
Elaine, after one of the most boring weeks in her life, was ready for anything.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Given Elaine's state of mind before going over to Nancie's for dinner, it was no surprise that before the evening was half over everything was agreed upon. After they finished eating, Nancie and Elaine would pose for Jeffrey.
Linda was the only one not particularly enthused about the whole thing. There was nothing about it that really overwhelmed her; she simply felt uncomfortable around such open talk of nudity and sexuality. She had made some excellent strides in terms of loosening herself up, but this was still a bit much.
For his part, Jeffrey was looking forward to the rest of the evening with a great deal of anticipation. He had always wanted to photograph nude women, but had been too shy to make the approach necessary to get suitable subjects for the pictures.
And now this had landed right in his lap.
There was no doubt about either Nancie or Elaine being good-looking enough, and the fact that they were so different-looking-Elaine with her long blonde hair and Nancie with hers short and dark-was definitely a winning combination in his estimation.
Nancie had decided to use the bedroom as the studio. There were plenty of soft, seductive things there that would make good props.
The rest would be up to her, along with Elaine and Jeffrey, if it was going to work.
And she was sure that it would.
After they finished eating, Jeffrey went off to the bedroom to prepare the lighting, while the three girls drifted into the living room to sit and talk. Nancie already felt that she and Elaine had a pretty good rapport, but she was interested in making it even better before the shooting took place.
As they talked, Nancie found herself getting turned on by just looking at Elaine. She couldn't wait to see the young girl without any clothes on... her cunt was already tingling. And unless she was badly mistaken, Elaine was feeling much the same from looking at her.
"All right, I think everybody's ready," Jeffrey announced from the hallway.
Nancie smiled at Elaine, and then the two of them got up and headed for the bedroom. Nancie looked at Linda, obviously inviting her to come along, but her roommate shook her head.
"There's hardly room for three people in there, much less four."
And she was right.
But the smallness of the room only increased the sense of intimacy, and while it created lens problems for Jeffrey, the difficulties were far from insurmountable.
"All right," Jeffrey said, obviously more nervous than either of the girls, "how are we going to do this?"
"We'll just do our thing," Nancie said confidently, "and you get as much of it as you can on film."
"Good." Jeffrey was relieved. He had been afraid that he was going to have to tell them what to do, which would have embarrassed him even more.
At the outset everything was stylized, with the girls placing themselves in various positions while Jeffrey clicked away. They took their clothes off one piece at a time, and played games with each other. It took one entire roll of film just for them to get undressed. While Jeffrey was changing film, Elaine and Nancie sat on the soft mattress of the bed waiting for him to come back. The air in the room was hot from the lights, and both of them were a little out of breath.
But they were hot in other ways than that.
Nancie was just dying to bury her face in the soft, silky triangle that Elaine had revealed when she finally took off her panties.
And those tits!
They were small, firm, and gently rounded. She already had a creamy tan, and the demarcation between the dark surrounding skin and the milky whiteness of her tits was too much for Nancie.
But her eyes always ended up coming back to Elaine's cunt. It was fantastic!
Although they didn't speak, the silence they enjoyed was relaxed, with a tinge of anticipation. As Jeffrey came back into the room, Nancie began to rub warm massage oil all over Elaine's body.
Jeffrey could feel his cock getting even harder at this display. He wanted to drop his camera and jump in and start fucking both of them, but the forced himself to keep shooting away. The pictures would be worth it.
After a few moments, Nancie reached once again into the canister beside her, this time spreading the slippery liquid all over the upper part of Elaine's young, willing body. As she did, the younger girl squirmed and writhed, trying to get the maximum contact with her partner.
When she got near Elaine's crotch, Nancie slowed down, tantalizing the other girl and Jeffrey with her restraint. But little by little she worked her way down, until finally her hands were rubbing the oil into the tawny triangle that Elaine was pushing against her.
Elaine leaned back onto her elbows, and with a little sigh of excitement, spread her legs, inviting Nancie to drive her slippery fingers into the wet folds of her cunt.
But Nancie had other ideas. She was saving that for last.
Instead, she spread the oil all over the inside of Elaine's thighs, then her calves, and finally her feet. Only when every square inch of Elaine's body was covered with the oil did Nancie return to her pussy.
For a long moment nothing happened. The tension in the room was electric; no one was just posing any more. Both the girls wanted each other.
"My cunt... " Elaine whispered, spreading her legs a little wider, "ohhh please... my cunt... "
Suddenly Nancie jabbed two fingers deep into the simmering depths of Elaine's pussy.
"MMMmmmmmmm... " Elaine groaned, writhing wildly as Nancie's fingers found their way deep inside her.
But not deep enough.
She thrust her crotch hard against Nancie's hand, her creamy thighs spread wide apart.
Then suddenly, just as quickly as she had entered her, Nancie pulled her fingers out.
Elaine looked like she was going to cry.
"Be patient," Nancie whispered, handing the oil to Elaine. Elaine knew what was expected of her.
Five minutes later Nancie was as completely covered with the oil as Elaine.
It was at that point that Jeffrey once again had to stop and reload the camera. In the bathroom he seriously considered jerking off so he could concentrate on what he was doing. As things were right now, he could hardly keep from jumping in with them, and his crotch was beginning to hurt from harboring a hard cock for so long.
But he decided against it.
When he returned he could tell that the two girls had been talking, because they looked at him for the first time since the session had begun.
"Jeffrey," whispered Nancie, "it looks like you have a problem."
"What?" Jeffrey said, then saw where they were looking. He looked down and saw that his cock was making an obscene teepee out of his trousers.
"Well, what do you expect?" he said defensively.
"You should have told us about it sooner, so we could take care of it for you."
With that, the two of them came toward him, their bodies glistening brightly, and Jeffrey knew that, for the moment at least, he could forget about taking pictures.
Nancie reached him first, and her brown, supple fingers quickly unfastened his pants. Then Elaine got into the act, sliding her own hand underneath the waistband of his shorts, then pulling them down until his massively erect cock jumped free.
Nancie was all over it immediately, her slick, oiled hands sliding up and down the smooth shaft with an experienced control that almost sent Jeffrey through the roof.
This was too much!
At the same time Elaine was tentatively exploring his balls, letting her fingers run lightly over the dimpled skin of his scrotum.
Jeffrey knew he wasn't going to last very long.
Elaine took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently on it, while Nancie began to pump harder and harder on his cock, using both hands to encircle it as she beat him off.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh... " he groaned.
He could feel the hot cum boiling up inside him, and he knew what was about to happen.
Nancie could feel it too, and the only thing she did was to redouble her efforts, pumping wildly now, until finally she was rewarded by the sudden swelling of his cock in her hands, followed by the first great spurt of his sticky cum hitting her in the face.
Again and again he shot his wad into the air, some of it landing on Nancie's face, some of it on her tits, the rest of it splatting against her stomach.
Then the two girls forgot him. They had seen him come, and now they wanted to climax themselves.
Jeffrey forgot about taking pictures and just watched.
Nancie began by running her smooth fingers all over Elaine's breasts, marveling at their firmness.
As she rubbed harder, she increased the effect of her titillation by taking both the breasts in her hands and squeezing them, massaging their peachy fullness until Elaine could no longer stand it.
Grabbing Nancie's head, she pulled up on it until one succulent tit drove deep into Nancie's hungry mouth.
As soon as she felt Elaine's nipple practically jump into her mouth, she could feel herself beginning to melt. Hungrily sucking on the straining bud, she began to push forward, forcing Elaine onto her back, squirming and struggling the entire way.
By the time Elaine was flat on her back, both girls had their hands firmly entrenched in the other's pussy. Nancie thought she was going to melt, she was so turned on.
Wildly she threw her legs up and forward, wrapping them around Elaine's hips, and grinding fiercely against the young girl's hand that never once left Nancie's dripping cunt.
In and out their fingers plunged, with both of their bodies shimmering brightly in the light. Even though he had just shot his load five minutes ago, Jeffrey could feel a stirring deep inside his cock as he watched the two beautiful girls taking care of each other.
And especially Elaine.
There was something about the young girl, a provocative quality coupled with the last vestiges of innocence, that made him want her more desperately than he had wanted anyone in a long time.
Including Linda. And Nancie.
Elaine's cunt was just a few feet away, and without having to move he could watch as Nancie's slim fingers plunged again and again into the pink, panting muff of the young girl. With each deep stroke of her fingers, Elaine would thrust madly against the pressure offered by the other girl's hand.
Then it happened.
Right in front of his eyes he saw the muscles of Elaine's crotch contract, and suddenly her cunt spurted its sticky juice in a single torrent that sent her honey streaming stickily out onto Nancie's hands.
"Aaaggggghhhh!" she groaned, and then Nancie came as well.
For half a minute the two of them thrashed wildly in a tangle of arms and legs, cunts and tits.
Then finally it was over.
But in the last five minutes Jeffrey had come to realize something. He wanted Elaine. More than just wanted her, actually. He wanted to be alone with her. To get to know her.
He would have to see to it that it happened.
* * *
As Linda sat in the living room waiting for the photography session to end, she found herself undergoing a variety of frustrations.
First, she felt left out. Not that she really wanted to be in the room with Elaine and Nancie and Jeffrey. In fact, the thing that bothered her the most about it was the feeling that she couldn't win no matter what happened; as long as she stayed here she felt left out, but if she were to go into the room she would feel bad in another way.
Once she walked back and stood outside the closed door of the bedroom. The sounds coming from within suggested that there was considerably more going on inside then simple photography.
Damn!
She went back to the living room and sat down.
Finally, in various states of undress, the two other girls emerged from the bedroom. Then Jeffrey followed them, stuffing his shirttail into his trousers.
Nancie fixed drinks for everybody, and as they sat around and talked, Linda could see that Jeffrey's eyes almost never left Elaine. It was obvious that he was becoming infatuated with her.
A sixteen-year-old!
Linda tried to tell herself that she didn't have any interest in the matter. After all, only a week ago she had made a major point of telling Jeffrey that even though they might have sex together, their relationship still was only a friendship.
So why was she suddenly so jealous?
It wasn't like her to feel this way, but she couldn't help it.
Linda felt very lonely.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Angela was in a good mood as Elaine left for the evening. It seemed to her that tonight was going to be a good opportunity to try and get things back on the right track with Jim. And if it didn't work, well...
She would worry about that later.
Right now she was going to concentrate on getting Jim's attention.
He was in the family room, sitting in his favorite chair reading a book. Angela fixed both of them a drink, then went in and sat on the floor at his feet.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Mmmmmmm?" he responded without looking up.
"Got something for you."
"Oh." He took the drink. "Thanks." He went back to reading.
Angela, her good spirits undaunted, ran her hand lightly along Jim's leg. No response. She let her fingers slide up until they were resting on the outside of her crotch.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing. You just keep reading your book."
For a moment, Angela didn't do anything. Then she began to move her hand lightly up and down his leg again. This time Jim didn't say anything, but she could feel him begin to relax.
"Now," Angela cooed, "I just want you to keep reading your book and don't pay any attention to me. All right?"
Jim didn't say anything, but she could tell from the way he shifted his weight that he was getting into the idea of what she was about to do.
Quickly, before he had a chance to change his mind, she reached up and unfastened his belt. A moment later she had his shorts pulled down, revealing his limp cock.
It wouldn't be limp for long.
"Mmmmmmmm... " Angela whispered, her lips just a few inches from his flaccid prick. It looked peaceful now, and in a strange way she enjoyed looking at it. But she knew that she would enjoy it even more when it got hard.
She began to stroke it, moving her hands up and down until it started to swell. As the blood continued to rush into his tool, she blew lightly on it until finally it was fully erect.
Jim had put his book down now, and was watching her as she played with his shaft. He was obviously turned on, but he was also still cautious.
Angela didn't behave like this unless there was a reason for it.
Still, he couldn't help but think how nice it would be to see those moist lips wrap themselves around his aching cock. What the hell! He began to strain his hips forward, inviting her to take his tool into her mouth.
She teased him.
First she almost let her lips touch his purple shaft, but just as contact was about to be made, she pulled away. All the time her eyes never left the smooth skin of his prick, and when a tiny drop of his fluid presented itself at the slit on its head, she immediately gobbled it up.
But she still didn't take him inside her mouth.
Instead, she let her moist, delicate tongue creep out and flick lightly against the sensitive skin just below the head of his cock. After a few moments of this she began to slide her tongue up and down the entire length of his shaft, licking it all over until it glistened in the soft light of the room.
"Suck it, Angela, suck my cock... "
Angela knew she had him now, but she still wasn't ready to do everything that he wanted her to do. She had made up her mind that she was going to give him the best blow job he had ever experienced, and part of what would make it so good would come from making him wait until he could barely stand it.
Then she would suck him like he'd never been sucked.
Using her left hand, she freed his balls from his shorts while her right hand kept his rigid cock in full view. Then, sliding her lips down the length of his rod, she took one of his balls into her mouth and sucked lightly, carefully on it.
"Mmmmmmmmm... " he groaned.
The taste of his egg was salty in her mouth, and skin of his scrotum had pulled up tightly in response to this unexpected stimulation. Still being careful not to hurt him, she drew him farther into her mouth, taking more of the wrinkled folds into her hot, eager palate.
Meanwhile, her right hand had begun to stroke up and down on his shaft with a steadily increasing tempo. She could feel the skin fold over the head of his cock with each thrust, then slide back down as she pulled in the other direction. Jim was going crazy.
He couldn't remember the last time that Angela had sucked him off. Or when he had even wanted her to suck him off.
But right now he wanted her to take his cock in her mouth more than anything else in the world. It was driving him crazy...
Angela could sense that he was getting impatient, so she slowly released his balls and began to work her mouth back up through his wiry hair to his cock. Then, still more slowly, she slid her lips up his cock, until finally they were poised in the air less than half an inch from his shining tool.
With a single motion she drove herself down on him, impaling herself as his oversized shaft passed through her mouth and down into her throat. Within half a second her lips were buried in the hair at his cock's base.
She had taken it all.
At first she didn't move, concentrating instead on feeling his hugeness inside her throat. From above, Jim found himself being driven crazy by the sight of his cock completely imbedded in her mouth and throat.
Slowly, making every sweet inch count, she began to slide back up from where she was, moving along his slippery tube until once again she was poised at the top.
"C'mon Angela... quit playing around... Suck it!" he grated, becoming more and more impatient with her obvious teasing.
She laughed and began to work in earnest. She plunged down on his slimy shaft, then pulled back up.
Again and again she repeated the pattern, increasing the tempo with each thrust. Her lips were curled tightly around her teeth, and as she smashed into him she could feel his muscles in his hips and legs contract as he shoved back, fucking her in the mouth.
Jim could feel himself stirring, could feel the hot cum bubbling up inside him. It wouldn't be long now... Suddenly he had an idea.
He didn't want to come in her mouth; he wanted to come on her face.
Yes!
He thrust harder now, driving his tool into her willing, eager throat. With each smash he could feel himself getting closer to the moment when it would happen.
He was fairly flying into her now, piston-like, watching her as she fought to keep him in her mouth.
Then, just at the last second, he pulled out.
Almost as if it were in slow motion, he watched as the wet head of his cock emerged from between her lips. She looked surprised, but then his cock expanded and his sticky cum shot out onto her face, hitting her on the cheek first, then all over her mouth and neck.
Then she understood.
She milked his exploding cock with her hands, holding it close to the soft skin of her face, letting his cum pour onto her.
"Mmmmmmmm... " she said, bathing in his essence. Jim watched on, marveling at the way his cum was practically covering her face and neck.
Satisfied, Jim was ready to go back to his book.
But Angela had other ideas.
* * *
After the photography session, Elaine was full of conflicting emotions and feelings. On the one hand, she had really enjoyed getting it on with Nancie, but at the same time she had not been able to come once during the entire session.
Not once.
But this was not a new frustration for her. In fact, in spite of the fact that her virginity had been a thing of the past for over a year now, Elaine had still never been able to come when she was making it with someone else, whether they were male or female.
And tonight had been no exception.
But there had been one thing different about tonight, and that was that she had come closer to a climax than she ever had before. This was both encouraging and more frustrating than other encounters she had experienced.
Damn!
What was her problem? If they'd only tried for another five minutes...
But there was something else going on that she didn't fully understand, and that was the somewhat strange rapport that was growing between her and Jeffrey.
What was it about him that made her feel like she did? The question plagued her as the four of them sat in the living room. It wasn't that he was all that good-looking; he was average at best. But there had been something in the way he had treated her while taking the pictures; she couldn't quite put her finger on it but she knew she was attracted to him.
And he was obviously attracted to her.
So it wasn't surprising that when she got up to leave, he quickly made his own excuses and walked down to the parking lot with her.
"When will I get to see the pictures?" she asked.
"Right now if you want to."
"What?"
"Well, not all of them, but I did take one roll of black and white and I can develop them pretty quickly."
"Is that a proposition?"
He shrugged noncommittally, but she laughed and agreed to follow him in her car. Jeffrey's apartment was simple, almost austere. There were fewer photographs on the wall than Elaine had expected, but those that were visible were all very good.
"This is my darkroom. Only in the daytime it's just a dim room; I can't keep light from leaking into it."
She laughed and walked into the kitchen.
"Go ahead and fix yourself a drink," he said, "and I'll have these done in a few minutes.
Elaine found, not without a certain sense of surprise, that she was more relaxed and content right now than she had been in some time. It was difficult to understand; she hardly knew Jeffrey, but somehow it didn't seem to matter.
By the time he emerged from the darkroom Elaine was feeling very mellow, and although the edge had gone off her arousal she was still very much awake sensually.
The pictures did much to heighten this last aspect of the way she was feeling. They were amazing!
She had always known that she was an attractive young girl, but the pictures somehow objectively confirmed it in a way that was positively exhilarating.
She could tell that Jeffrey was just as turned on as she was, and as they silently looked at each of the prints the sexual tension in the room began to rise with a steadiness that could only lead to one thing.
Both of them knew what was going to happen between them, and neither rushed it. Instead, they looked at the pictures again, and while they occasionally touched each other gently, for the most part they were patient.
Finally, it was Elaine who couldn't stand it any longer.
"Jeffrey," she whispered, her voice sounding small and far away to her, "I'm going into your bedroom. Give me five minutes, okay?"
He nodded.
She walked quietly down the hall and turned into his bedroom. It, like the rest of the apartment, was simple and straightforward. There was a mirror along one wall, and a few photographs and books.
Standing in front of the mirror, Elaine began to undress. She watched herself, comparing the body she saw in the mirror with the one she had seen in the pictures.
There was no denying it; she really was beautiful.
Her tits were firm and delicate, perfectly formed so that they jutted out from her torso with a symmetry that caused her to want to reach up and touch them, caressing the nipples that strained so sensitively in the cool air of the room.
Below that, her waist was trim and flat, while her golden triangle was as soft and silky as any she had ever seen. She was tempted to dip a finger into her churning honeypot, but decided against it.
She would leave that for Jeffrey to do.
Satisfied that she looked as exciting as she felt, Elaine climbed onto the hard bed. The sheets were cool.
She waited.
When Jeffrey opened the door he couldn't believe how good Elaine looked lying naked on the bed. He also couldn't believe the good fortune that was making all of this happen to him.
Nothing like this ever happened to him!
Nothing!
But obviously his luck had changed. "Jeffrey," she whispered in the semidarkness of the room.
"Mmmmmm?" he answered, pulling his clothes off.
"I want you to fuck me." He laughed.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Cause if you didn't want me to fuck you I was gonna have to lock myself in the bathroom and jerk off."
It was her turn to laugh.
She had never felt this comfortable before. In fact, she had never said the word 'fuck' before in anything other than a moment of anger.
She liked the way it sounded now.
Just at that moment he touched her, making her forget everything except the sensations that were shooting through her body.
"Mmmmmmm... " she purred as his fingers traced lightly around her nipples, teasing her by not quite touching them. She tried to shift her body so that the straining buds were thrust into his grip, but he always kept his fingers just out of reach.
Finally, when she thought she was going to have to grab his hands to keep him from driving her crazy, he allowed his fingers to come together, gently tweaking her nipples, flicking against them so lightly that after a few seconds she was practically begging for mercy.
"Oooohhhhhh... please... " she moaned, unconsciously spreading her thighs apart and thrusting her dripping cunt high into the air, inviting him to take care of her.
Which he did without delay.
With a suddenness that took her breath away, he grabbed one of her legs and flung it over his shoulder, rolling beneath her at the same time so that almost before she knew what had happened, his face was positioned firmly between her legs just a few inches from the dewy entrance to her silky cunt.
Then, using both hands, he spread her thighs even wider apart, his eyes never once leaving the juicy muff displayed so prominently in front of him. He had never seen a cunt that turned him on as much as this one did; it was fantastic.
The honey was just pouring out of her by now, and there was no way to stop the flow of her dripping juices that trickled out of her pulsing quim as he spread the inner lips apart to reveal the rich, moist pink interior.
"Eat me... eat my cunt... " she moaned, her voice sounding deeper than normal.
But he was going to do everything at his own pace; that much was evident. She found herself incredibly turned on by the realization that he was looking right into her cunt. She wanted to thrust forward, mashing her dripping cunt down onto his face, but she waited.
"Pleasssssseeeee... "she pleaded.
Almost before the long moan had escaped from her lips she felt his firm, strong fingers take both her juicy lips and spread them apart, and a moment later she felt his wet tongue reach out and touch her cunt.
"Oooooohhhhhh... yesssss... lick me," she whispered. She had never talked like this before, but somehow she found herself getting even more turned on to hear herself say such things.
Suddenly his tongue was inside, driving and probing, licking her creaming pussy, plunging powerfully into her hungry cunt. At the same time his chin was grinding into her, mashing against her squirming muff.
She loved it.
Then suddenly his tongue found her swollen, sensitive clit, flicking lightly across the incredibly tender button.
He responded with a series of nips and bites, licks and sucks that sent her crotch spinning up from the bed, her thighs straining in her excitement.
His face was buried between her legs now, both of them thrashing with a reckless abandon that threatened to engulf them. Harder and harder she pushed against him, shoving her undulating muscles against his writhing tongue.
She was melting. Her cunt was creaming like it never had before, and she could feel herself dissolving into a moist pool of butter.
And deep within her a dancing, spinning spot of heat was beginning to grow. At first she was only vaguely aware of it, but as she continued to drive her cunt into his face she could feel it grow stronger.
She tried to force it, to make it grow stronger. She knew that it would ultimately explode into an orgasm if she could only bring it up to her cunt's steamy surface.
But it would not be forced.
"Fuck me... ohhh please... fuck me hard... " she groaned when she realized that she was flying totally out of control.
He responded by rising up, taking his cock in his hand, and driving it deep into her willing pussy.
"Aaagggghhhh... hard... sooo hard... "
It was as if she could feel every tiny ridge, every rushing blood vessel inside his cock. She had never known her senses to be so finely attuned as they were right now; nothing could keep her from coming.
Nothing!
But she knew that it wasn't so. She had to relax totally, or else it wouldn't happen. She had to totally lose herself in what was happening.
Wildly she wrapped her legs around his back, drawing him deeper into her cunt, whimpering with a passion she couldn't control.
Now it was growing larger; the pinprick was becoming a molten coal, burning her cunt with its intensity. With each thrust, as his balls bounced and jiggled against her thighs, she used the muscles of her cunt to grab at the slippery cock and pull it harder within her.
"I can't stand it... can't stand it... fuck... " she gasped, losing control of everything except the smashing presence of his cock inside her cunt.
It was like a piston now, slamming into her with a regularity that took her breath away. But she still couldn't make herself come.
It was driving her crazy.
Suddenly he lurched beneath her, his cock sliding out of her pussy. But only for a moment.
Suddenly he was back inside her, in a different position now. He was lying on his side, his legs wrapped around her right leg in a scissor grip, while his cock plunged into her from the side.
Then his hand reached out, and a moment later she understood what was happening. He touched her pussy, massaging her clit with his fingers while his cock plunged in and out of her cunt.
"Yes!"
This was it!
"Mmmmmmm... " she purred as the double sensation of his giant cock slamming into her and his fingers working her clit began to have their effect. It wouldn't be long. Not long at all.
Her cunt was bubbling over now; nothing was going to stop her. Wildly she thrashed and wriggled, forcing him deeper into her lovebox, mashing her clit against his fingers at the same time.
When it happened she thought she was going to die. She had never experienced anything so intense; it was as if her entire cunt had melted, dissolving into a pool of simmering wetness. Then it was his turn.
His cock exploded, his hot come splattering deep inside her. She kept pulling him inside her, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible, feeling his cum as it mixed with her creamy juices to fill her cunt to overflowing.
Finally it was over.
They lay still for a long time, but Elaine knew she had to get up. It was late, and her parents would be expecting her home soon. What a drag!
After tonight, she didn't feel much like a little girl any more, and the idea of having to go home on time really rankled her.
And it was so boring with her mother and stepfather!
She wished she didn't have to go...
But she knew that if she wanted this to ever happen again she had better get home before they had the police out looking for her.
As she drove along the winding road leading up to her parents' house, it occurred to her for the first time that there might be another way.
Up until now she had always just thought in terms of living either here with her mother and her husband, or living a thousand miles away with her father and his wife.
But maybe there was another solution.
Maybe she didn't have to live with either of them.
After all, she thought as she caught a brief whiff of the fragrance of sex in the car, I'm not a child any more...
CHAPTER NINE
Although Angela had started the evening in a good mood, by the time she and Jim went to bed she was fit to be tied. He was impossible! Even after she had gone to all the trouble of sucking his cock for him, he still wouldn't lift a finger to do anything for her.
Shit.
She realized that her biggest mistake had probably been satisfying him; had she stopped short of the moment his cock had exploded in front of her face he probably would have been ready to do anything for her. But since she had finished him off, he had decided to ignore him the rest of the night.
"You're a real sonofabitch," she said matter-of-factly as she undressed. He was already in bed. "Do you hear me?"
He didn't say anything. He knew he was being as obnoxious as she usually was, but he figured she deserved it. If not for tonight, then on general principles.
"I'm going to the sauna and finger myself," she declared, wrapping a towel around her body.
He still didn't say anything.
After she was gone Jim began to feel as if he was being, after all, a bit ridiculous. The main problem was that he didn't know how to back down from the position he had taken on this entire business. His pride was keeping him from making any attempt at reconciliation.
In the sauna, Angela tried to relax. The heat from the other side of the small room was sweet and dry. She knew that in another few moments she would start sweating profusely, but right now she was dry.
Well, not entirely.
Between her legs she was sticky and wet.
Sitting on the wooden bench, she spread her thighs apart and let her forefinger dip deeply into the hot, wet area between her legs. When she withdrew it she could see that it was glistening with her love juices, so she licked it until once again it was dry.
The taste excited her even more.
With one hand she began to rub her tits, massaging and squeezing the glistening globes, while with the other hand she once again went to work on her cunt.
But as her excitement increased, so did her irritation with Jim. Goddammit, what was his problem?
She stood up and walked out of the sauna.
When Jim saw Angela come storming into the bedroom, her body dripping with perspiration, her face flushed with anger, he felt his cock suddenly stiffen.
God, she looked fantastic!
"You fucking jerk off," she began, obviously getting ready to deliver a long monologue on his inadequacies.
"Shut up," he said quietly, climbing out of bed. She was about to continue arguing when she noticed that his cock was rigid.
She shut up.
Jim stood and looked at her for a moment, his eyes taken in by her heaving, dripping breasts. He could practically sense how wet her cunt must be.
But he didn't want her cunt.
He wanted her ass.
"Turn around," he commanded. She did as he was told. "Now get down on your knees."
A few moments later she was on her knees in front of the bed, her delicious white ass waving in front of his face.
"Well, what're you gonna-"
"Shut up, dammit." She shut up.
He dropped to his knees, never taking his eyes off the soft, wet cheeks of her white ass. The way it contrasted with the rest of her tanned body really set him off; but he knew he had to take his time.
Leaning forward, he took both of her cheeks and spread them wide apart so that her tight brown asshole was completely visible. It occurred to him that he had never fucked his own wife in the ass.
Before tonight, anyway.
Suddenly he leaned forward, spreading the tight muscles of her sphincter wide, and plunged his tongue into the dark confines of her anus.
"Aaaaaahhhhh... " she groaned, squirming in his grasp, shoving her ass back against the pressure of his tongue. For what seemed like an eternity he kept at her, driving and plunging his mouth until her ass dripped with his saliva.
Then he pulled back.
"You said you were gonna finger yourself," he whispered. "Well, go ahead. I'm not gonna touch your cunt, but your ass had better be ready."
Angela didn't say anything. The idea of taking it in the ass suited her just fine, but she knew better than to say anything that he might construe as approval of what he was doing. That would probably be enough to make him stop it.
Instead, she simply moaned in what she hoped would come across to him as mild displeasure.
"Shut up, dammit."
Again, she shut up. After a moment, she took her hand and placed it firmly against her cunt, as if in resignation to his wishes.
Jim looked down at her asshole with growing excitement. Taking his cock in his hand, he placed its massive purple head at the sloppy opening to her ass.
She squirmed in his grasp.
Then, spreading her hole as wide open as he could, he began to enter her, marveling at the way the muscles expanded, letting his meat force its way into the tight channel.
"Aaaagggghhhh... " she whimpered. The pain was strong, but it also felt good.
He was a quarter of the way in now. It felt like there were a thousand rubber bands holding his cock tightly in place.
He loved it.
Firmly, he pushed forward again, and this time she shoved her white ass back against him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was all the way in.
Angela couldn't believe how good it felt. It was as if her entire body were being filled up in a way she had forgotten was possible.
Her finger began to plunge into her cunt almost as if it had a will of its own. Through the walls of her pussy, she could feel his cock in her ass.
Slowly now he began to rock back and forth, letting his cock slide just a little bit in the powerful grip of her ass.
It was so tight!
She pushed back, inviting him to thrust harder.
With both hands spreading her ass cheeks wide, he began to accelerate, shoving himself in and out of her tight, dark hole with growing power and increasing tempo. Meanwhile, he could tell that her finger was fairly flying in and out of her cunt.
Fantastic!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh... " she croaked, beside herself with the excitement of the dual sensations.
He responded by thrusting even harder.
It wouldn't be long now; there was no way he could hold onto his wad in the grip of this fantastic, wriggling ass.
He could feel it boiling up inside him, seething and churning, until finally he couldn't contain himself any longer.
"Aaarrrggghhh!"
He came, and the force of his expanding cock sent her into oblivion as well. Her cunt contracted wildly, sending fresh spurts of her hot cream shooting out of her muff, while in her asshole his cock continued to shoot its hot load into her.
Then it was over.
Later the two of them lay in bed. The lights were out. Neither spoke.
They knew that this hadn't been the answer. But what was?
* * *
On Monday Jeffrey brought the prints of all the photographs over to Nancie and Linda's apartment. His face was wreathed in smiles as he showed them to the two girls; for someone who had never shot nude women before, he had done quite well.
"Of course, the models were pretty spectacular to begin with," he conceded.
Nancie agreed.
Linda tried to be nice, but she could find little to say that wouldn't have a dampening effect on the spirits of Jeffrey and Nancie, so she didn't say much of anything.
The painful truth of the matter was that the pictures were indeed very good. There seemed little doubt but that Jeffrey, Nancie, and Elaine would all get something very good out of them.
Which, of course, left Linda out in the cold more than ever.
Jeffrey left copies of the pictures with Nancie, who had them all in the mail to Paul, special delivery, by nine the next morning.
Almost all, at any rate. One of the pictures was missing. She didn't know what had happened to it, but she gave it little thought. There were more than enough shots as it was, and a single picture one way or the other wasn't going to make much difference.
Paul's response came even quicker than Nancie had hoped; he called her on Thursday night. "I got your pictures," he said. "And?" Nancie prompted him. "And I'm gonna use them."
"I want you to get your ass on the first plane out here; I'm not the only one who's interested in using you as a model. You can forget about that rinky-dink job you're doing down there. Unless you really want to be a secretary all your life, of course."
"Are you serious?" Nancie asked, afraid she wasn't hearing correctly. "Dead serious."
"All right. I'll be there tomorrow." And she meant it.
There was nothing in the world that appealed to her more than getting out of this dump and doing something exciting for a change. She would send Jeffrey and Elaine all the money they had coming to them as soon as she got paid for the photos he had taken, and then she would be on her own. It sounded fantastic.
All of this upset Linda more than she would have thought possible. It was silly, she kept telling herself; she and Nancie hadn't really gotten along that well at all. She should be glad to see her roommate go.
But there was more to it than that. There was the matter of Jeffrey and Elaine. It was obvious that the two of them were seeing a lot of each other, and it was also obvious that Jeffrey wasn't particularly interested in seeing much of his 'friend' Linda any more.
The result of all this was that Linda did something spiteful; something that she regretted almost immediately.
When she had taken the photograph out of the pile of prints three days earlier, she had no idea what she wanted to do with it.
But now she knew exactly what she wanted to do with it. She was going to see to it that Elaine's father got the chance to see his sixteen-year-old daughter being eaten out by his own secretary.
That, she realized, would put a cramp in the budding romance between Jeffrey and Elaine. In fact, Elaine's father would probably make sure that his stepdaughter was out of here on the first plane back to her mother.
She left the print in an envelope in the mailbox on Friday afternoon. Nancie was already long gone, so Linda knew that there would be no way for Mr. Roberts to take out his ire on her.
But Elaine; well, that was another matter altogether.
By the time she got back to the apartment it was time for dinner, but Linda wasn't hungry. She poured herself a glass of sherry and listened to some music.
But something was wrong.
She kept trying to bask in what should have been the glory of her revenge. But somehow she couldn't.
Instead, she found herself sitting and brooding and becoming terribly ashamed of herself. What had she done? And why had she done it?
With a terrible suddenness that left her with a lump in her throat, she realized that she had done a cruel, petty thing. She had no right to do something like this.
Damn!
She looked at the clock.
It was too late; Mr. Roberts would undoubtedly have found the picture by now. Linda was miserable.
CHAPTER TEN
Jim wasn't in the habit of checking the mail when he got home, since Angela usually took care of it earlier in the afternoon. But when he came in on Friday he noticed a large envelope protruding from the box. On it he found his name printed in neat letters.
Once he was inside the house, he found that Angela was upstairs in the bathroom, while Elaine was nowhere in sight. Fixing himself a drink, he sat down in his chair and absentmindedly opened the envelope.
He wasn't absent-minded for long.
His drink spilled in his lap, but he didn't notice. He was unable to notice anything except the photograph in his hand.
It was an eight-by-ten color picture which very graphically showed Nancie with her tongue buried deep inside Elaine's cunt. Jim couldn't believe it.
At first he thought it must be some kind of joke, some exceedingly clever trick photography or something. But the more he looked at it, the more he was certain that there was nothing fake about this photograph.
He stifled an impulse to call for Angela. What good would that do?
None at all.
But he had to do something. The question was what.
Suddenly it occurred to him that this might have something to do with Nancie's sudden resignation, although when he tried to put the pieces together they just refused to fit.
Then he remembered something else.
Jeffrey was a photographer.
Had he taken the picture?
It seemed likely. Jim shook his head; he really didn't know what to do.
And then, as if all of this wasn't enough, Jim became aware of another complication. He had been looking at the picture for three or four minutes now and, much to his initial dismay, his cock was hard as a rock.
He was ashamed.
But then he thought about it. After all, Elaine wasn't his daughter at all; she was his stepdaughter. They weren't related by blood at all.
* * *
Elaine was with Jeffrey when her father got home. They were at Jeffrey's apartment, where they had spent most of the week.
Elaine was convinced that she was in love with Jeffrey. And he, while not willing to go that far, was definitely as attracted to her as he had ever been to anyone.
They were both happy.
Or had been, at least, until today. But now that the news of Nancie's departure had reached them, they both felt as if they had been cheated, in spite of the fact that Nancie had promised vociferously that she was going to pay them their share of the money from the photographs.
"Well, I don't guess there's much we can do about it, is there?" Jeffrey concluded.
"I guess not. What do you want to do?"
"Make love."
So, as they had been doing for most of the past week, they made love.
Hours later, it was time for Elaine to go home. "I don't want to go," she said sullenly. "I don't want you to go."
"Good. Then I won't."
"And your father'll have the storm troopers out after us."
"He's not my father."
"Well, he carries the same rank."
"Listen, Jeffrey. Do you really want me to stay here?"
"What do you mean?" he asked cautiously. It was obvious that she wasn't kidding. "I mean do you want me to stay here?"
"Tonight? Next week? Forever?"
"Somewhere between the last two."
"That's a heavy question."
"I know. Why don't we sleep on it."
"Together or alone?"
"Alone, I guess."
She was surprised to find the lights still on when she got home. Her stepfather was sitting in his chair in the family room. "Where's mom?"
"Upstairs. She's asleep. Drunk." Elaine was shocked. But then she realized that her mother wasn't the only one drunk; Jim was pretty far gone himself. Not sloppy or anything, but she wouldn't want to drive anywhere with him.
"Wait a minute," he said, "Could you do me a favor?"
"Sure, what?"
"There's a picture on the pool table downstairs; could you get it for me?"
"All right."
Elaine wondered what he could want with a picture at this time of night; he must be drunker than she had first imagined.
The pool table was in a game room that had been added to one corner of the basement some time ago. When Elaine walked into the room, she saw the photograph lying face down on the felt tabletop. She picked it up.
And froze.
Literally. She could feel the blood run out of her face; it was one of the pictures Jeffrey had taken last Friday night.
Suddenly she heard the door close behind her; she didn't have to turn around to know that Jim was standing behind her.
"It's quite a picture," he said.
She remained silent, not turning around.
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
"There's nothing to tell."
"Oh, but I think you're wrong."
So she told him about it.
When she was finished, she suddenly became aware of something that had escaped her so far because of her humiliation about everything.
Jim was staring at the picture. But more important than that, there was a bulge in his trousers.
A very visible bulge.
As he looked at the picture Jim could feel himself getting turned on again. This time he didn't try to fight it; the haze brought on by the alcohol in his system kept him from thinking about what was happening on anything other than a visceral level.
And on that level he wanted Elaine.
He wanted to sink his cock deep into her tight little pussy. Wanted to feel her legs wrapped around his back, wanted to hear her moan as he drove his cock into her.
"I think I'll go to bed now," Elaine announced shakily.
"I think you won't."
She wasn't surprised.
She also knew what was about to happen. Or at least she had a good idea what was about to happen. She still couldn't be certain.
Suddenly, inexplicably, she felt terribly sorry for Jim. He was obviously miserable; he wouldn't be here right now with a hardon unless he was.
And why?
He was a successful man.
He had a big house, a good-looking wife, a Mercedes.
But he was obviously miserable. And drunk.
Elaine moved across the room until she was directly in front of him, her hips leaning against the pool table. He was still staring at the picture.
Quietly, without saying anything, Elaine began to unbutton her blouse. The-movement of her hand caught Jim's eye, and he looked up.
He made no move to stop her.
Elaine knew what she was doing. Tomorrow she was going to leave; there was no longer any question about it. But tonight she was going to do what he wanted her to do.
She was naked to the waist now, and she could tell from the way his eyes were locked on her milky-white tits that there was going to be no turning back now.
Slipping her jeans down to the floor, she stepped out of them and was left standing with nothing on but her panties.
A moment later they, too, were on the floor.
His eyes were on her crotch now.
She climbed up onto the pool table, spreading her legs to reveal the moist warmth of her pussy. The pink lips were wet and shiny; Jim moved forward.
"Fuck me... " she whispered, then suddenly regretted it, because it seemed to bring him out of the trance that had come over him.
But only for a moment.
"I won't fuck you," he whispered hoarsely, but still came forward. She nodded in understanding.
He was above her now, straddling her on the hard table, his eyes roving all over her body.
She reached up and unfastened his belt, then his trousers, finally pulling down his fly. A moment later she pulled his undershorts down over his hips, and his cock jumped free.
She took it in both hands, her cool fingers running up and down its length, until finally she started to pull up and down on it, jerking him off slowly.
Jim was in a daze. His entire consciousness was being taken over by the vision of this young, beautiful girl just a few inches below his cock. For some reason he didn't want to fuck her; he just wanted to look at her.
And to shoot his cum on her.
Elaine began to work harder now, using both hands to massage his tool, watching the skin as it folded over the top of his cock, then slid back down until it was smooth and long.
She was transfixed by it; she wanted to see it explode, sending his hot jism flying through the air until it landed wetly on her body.
Harder now, she worked on him. With each stroke she could tell that he was coming closer to the release they were both searching for.
Suddenly there was a tremor deep inside his cock.
She pulled wildly, her ripe breasts heaving, her silky cunt writhing on the green felt of the table. Then it exploded in her hands. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
The first hot wad landed directly on her throat, the second on her breasts. But he wasn't finished.
Again and again he shot his load onto her. Some of it found its way into her mouth, where she gobbled it down hungrily.
Finally he was spent, but still he stayed where he was, his eyes never leaving her naked, cum-covered body.
She smiled up at him.
"It's all right," she whispered, taking her hands off of his cock for the first time, running them instead all over her body, spreading his cum all over her until most of it had disappeared into her skin. x.
He didn't look quite so sad any more.
Just then the door opened.
It was Angela.
Her eyes grew wide, and for a moment she looked like she was going to scream. But then she got control of herself.
Very quietly she closed the door and walked out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jim slept in the game room all night. When he got up in the morning, he was alone in the house. There was a note from Elaine on the dining room table.
"Mother says she's not coming back. I tried to make her understand, but she didn't want to talk about it. I have a feeling there's more to the problem than just what she saw last night. At any rate, it's probably just as well for both of you."
"Don't worry about me; I'll be fine. But I don't think we should see each other any more. Hope you understand. Love, Elaine."
For the next thirty-six hours Jim wandered around the house like a zombie, cursing himself for being such a degraded fool. But then, late Sunday afternoon, a strange thing began to happen.
The curses and imprecations he was hurling in his own direction began to ring a little bit hollow.
He actually began to feel good.
He was free.
It was an amazing feeling, now that he thought about it. Ever since he had been in his mid-twenties he had been tied down. By a wife, a daughter, a mortgage, car payments.
Now he could sell the house.
Sell the goddamn Mercedes.
He could move into a nice apartment somewhere, get the hell out of suburbia.
He smiled.
Maybe Elaine was right; it really was better this way. Maybe, hell. There wasn't any question about it.
He was going to be better off for all this.
Just then the doorbell rang.
Who could it be? He debated the possibility of not answering it, but decided that he was up to seeing whoever it might be.
* * *
Linda was miserable all weekend. She had never done anything as selfish and cruel as what she had just done to Elaine and Mr. Roberts.
Finally, on Sunday afternoon, she decided that she couldn't stand it; she needed to make a clean breast of the whole thing. She would go see Laine's parents and apologize to them for what she had done. And if Elaine happened to be there, then she could apologize to her as well.
When she pulled up in front of the house she almost turned and went home. But she didn't.
At the door she had another attack of nerves, but she managed to hold her ground. It took whoever was inside a long time to answer it.
"Are you Mr. Roberts?" she asked, when a pleasant-looking man answered the door. He looked tired; no wonder, it had probably been a tough weekend for him as well.
"Yes," he answered, looking at her quizzically.
"I'm Nancie's roommate; I need to talk to you."
When she finally told him what was on her mind she was absolutely flabbergasted.
He laughed.
"So you're the one who left the picture in the mailbox."
She nodded, confused by his reaction.
"Then I have to ask you to stay for dinner; you're my patron saint, or goddess, or something."
Still confused, she accepted.
Two hours later Linda knew two things.
First, Jim was alone. His wife had left him.
And second, she liked him.
Liked him very much, in fact. And she thought the feeling was reciprocated by him.
They had a quiet evening together, talking earnestly about things that were suddenly very important to both of them. As the night progressed, Linda found herself becoming more and more attracted to him.
But in a funny way, she thought that had she met him two days ago she wouldn't have liked him so much. It was something she couldn't define, something that seemed to have grown out of his experience in the last two days, that made her feel so comfortable.
Finally there was a lull in the conversation. He turned to her and looked at her closely.
"I'd like for you to spend the night."
She only nodded. She was happy.
In the bedroom Linda sat on the edge of the bed. Objectively she knew she should feel uncomfortable; after all, she had only met this man a few hours ago.
But it didn't seem that way.
It seemed as if they were old friends. Or more than friends; old lovers. They had so much in common.
Jim dimmed the lights and stood over her, smiling gently. She reached up, and a moment later his arms were around her, their lips locked in a long, deep kiss. Her body was pressed fiercely against him, her tits jabbing into his chest. Slowly Jim began to unbutton her blouse. There was no rush; they had all the time in the world. A few seconds later she was naked to the waist, her firm tits jutting up from her body like twin peaks.
Lowering his head, he began to kiss her nipples, running his tongue lightly over the brown buds.
As soon as his wet mouth closed on her tits, Linda could feel her cunt beginning to pulse with excitement and anticipation. It was becoming a familiar feeling.
And yet somehow it was different this time.
As he sucked on her tits, she allowed her fingers to find their way underneath the waistband of his undershorts. His cock was hard already.
Gently but firmly, she disengaged his mouth from her body and began to move down until her lips were just a few inches away from his crotch. Then, without saying anything, she pulled down his trousers, and then his shorts, until finally he was naked.
At first she didn't take him in her mouth, but instead blew lightly on his swollen tool. Jim didn't become restless; in fact, he found himself becoming completely absorbed by the sight of her well-formed, sensuous lips just a few inches from his rigid cock.
One of her hands was on his shaft, moving slowly up and down, while the other was below, cupping his balls gently. Then finally the moment came when she bent forward and touched him with her lips.
Linda could feel a small tremor deep inside his sensitive cock when her tongue first ran across his smooth organ. Then, as her lips closed about the head, she could almost believe that she was able to feel the pulse in his cock as the blood rushed through it.
Slowly she worked her way down, not hesitating for a moment, until she was rewarded by knowing that she had taken every inch of his prick into her throat.
"Mmmmmmmmm... " he whispered from above, his approval evident from his tone.
Now she began to bob up and down, letting her saliva pour out freely until his cock was covered with it. He began to rotate his hips, thrusting his cock gently forward, going deeper and deeper into her willing throat.
Linda loved what she was doing.
She felt like his cock was becoming part of her, and she didn't ever want to take it out of her mouth.
But Jim had other ideas, and when his tool started to shudder and tremble, he gently took her head and pulled her from his cock.
Linda began to protest, but he silenced her with a finger to her lips. Then, before she could say anything else, he took off the rest of her clothes.
When she was naked he looked at her for a moment, then with the same gentle confidence that had characterized this entire encounter from the outset, he spread her legs apart and moved his head until it was just a few inches away from her cunt.
There he stopped, looking into the dewy pink muff in front of him. He wanted to plunge his tongue into her, but he also wanted to look at her.
She shifted her weight, and for a moment her cunt lips parted wide, sending out a quick spurt of her honey. Quickly he gobbled it up, savoring the sweetness of her essence.
"Oooooohhhhhh... " she moaned, "please... eat me... I want you to eat my cunt... "
Almost before the words had escaped from her mouth he buried his face in her snatch. His tongue shot out and went deep into her hot chamber, searching out every fold while his forefinger found her clit and began to massage it as well.
"Mmmmmmmm... ohhhhhhh yessssss... yesssss," she groaned, giving in to the sensations that were racing through her. Her cunt was simmering from its own heat, while her tits felt like they were going to burst. It was fantastic.
Harder now, he continued to drive his searching tongue into her steamy pussy. Her crotch was moving about wildly, wriggling and writhing as she sought to take his head all the way into her body. . Finally, when they both could stand it no longer, he withdrew his head from her cunt and in a single movement drove his cock deeply into her.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
Nothing had ever felt so good to Linda. It was as if they had suddenly become one person, so well did he seem to know how to please her. For a few moments he drove into her with long, smooth strokes, slithering his meat in and out of her with a powerful confidence that made her want him to stay inside her forever.
"Ooooohhhhh... harder... harder," she urged, but even before she had said anything he had increased the tempo, flying into her now with a strength and excitement that threatened to engulf her.
She wrapped her legs around his back, oblivious to everything except his smashing, driving meat. Already she could feel her body beginning to respond as her cunt began to melt, spinning inward until all of her sensations were focused on a single spot of heat deep inside her.
The spot began to grow larger, and as she pulled wildly on his cock, getting the deepest penetration possible, she could feel herself rushing toward the orgasm that she knew was imminent, inevitable.
Jim could feel her cunt beginning to pulsate in the prelude to her climax. He had never felt so much in control of himself; that he would come when she did was a certainty.
The muscles of her cunt were pulling tightly on his cock, clinging to his manhood with an undulating tenacity that seemed bent on devouring him.
But he didn't come. Not yet, anyway.
Then suddenly he felt her cunt begin to quiver wildly around his cock. "Oooohhhhhh!"
He shot his load into her just as Linda felt her cunt explode, shattering into a million fragments, splitting her body wildly until she was nothing but a quivering, shaking amalgam of devastating sensations.
For what seemed like an eternity he poured his hot cum into her body. Then it was over.
Linda felt more content than she ever had in her life. She didn't know if what they had shared tonight was for real, or whether it would last.
