Eve Drumm put her tennis racket into the locker and wearily lowered herself onto the bench in front of it. Three grueling sets with the pro of the Green Valley Country Club had left her tired and hot. Now she faced the prospect of a hot shower and then the drive home, where she would have to begin thinking about preparing dinner for her husband, Bob.
Screw it, she thought, shuddering at the schedule. Maybe I'll have myself a nice, hot shower and then a few drinks at the bar. I'll call Bob and tell him he's got to take me out to dinner tonight. He can't be all that much in love with my cooking.
Eve pulled off her tennis shoes and tossed them into the locker, then turned around on the bench so that she could lie out on it full length and allow herself to stop perspiring. No one else was in the ladies' locker room and she found herself dozing as she waited to take her shower. Her drowsy state was ended abruptly by a slam of the door leading outside and the rasping clatter of golf spikes on the cement floor. Eve opened her eyes but remained stretched out on the bench. The women-two of them, to judge by the sounds of their spikes-clattered into the bay of lockers adjoining the one where Eve lay.
"That was a pretty good round," one of the women said. Eve immediately recognized the voice as that of Gloria Haye. "I thought I had you on seventeen with that nine iron shot I made."
"There's nothing like luck," came the reply. Eve recognized this voice too; it belonged to Rhoda Weston, one of her best friends. "When you came in so strong with that iron, I just had to roll in a twenty foot putt. That ball couldn't have stayed out of the hole, no matter what!"
Eve lifted her head and started to make a wisecrack but then choked it off, deciding to remain quiet and attempt to recapture the drowsy feeling which had felt so comfortable.
"And speaking of balls and holes, have you been by the club lately?" she heard Gloria ask. The tone of Gloria's voice changed abruptly and it was clear that the question conveyed a veiled meaning, though Eve had no idea what she meant.
"Not for about a week," Rhoda answered. "It's about time I was making that scene, though. Fred's let his battery run down and I've got to get him revved up. Why? Have you been there lately?"
"Have I ever!" Gloria replied. "I was there yesterday, in fact."
"Any luck?"
"Divine!"
"Tell me about it," Rhoda urged. Eve was now listening intently. She could not tie the words she had overheard to anything she knew about, though it was fairly clear that the subject was intensely interesting to the women. "Fred," she gathered, referred to Fred Weston, Rhoda's husband. Their tone of voice suggested that the topic of conversation was sex; Eve knew from her own experience that both Rhoda and Gloria were extremely outspoken on the subject and had no hesitation about discussing any aspect of sexuality. Even though she realized all this, Eve still could not comprehend the conversation she was overhearing. She again considered making her presence known but then turned it down; she could not imagine that either Gloria or Rhoda would speak in private in a way that differed from the way they would talk if they were standing directly before her. Besides, the talk sounded interesting and she wanted to hear more.
"All right," Gloria said in response to Rhoda's demand to know more. "Imagine this: a GI, off for Vietnam, just a kid. Couldn't have been over nineteen or twenty; I don't even know how he could get in the place to start with."
"They don't bother much with ID's," Rhoda commented. "Thank God for that," Gloria agreed. "Anyway, it was just wonderful!"
"Big?"
"Lord, about like this," Gloria replied. Apparently she made a gesture to indicate what she had meant, because Rhoda grunted appreciatively. "And really ready! I mean, it didn't take but just a minute or two and there it was, just a flood!"
"God, I'd like to get one like that," Rhoda muttered. "I think I'm going tomorrow maybe. Want to go along?"
"I can't. Steve and I are leaving for the lake about noon. We're going to spend a couple of days down there."
"I'll think about you," Rhoda promised. "Look, I've got to run. I'm not going to shower. I'll wait till I get home."
"Me too," Gloria said.
They must have been changing their shoes as they talked, Eve decided, because they left the locker room shortly afterward. She lay on the bench and pondered the conversation she had overheard. Try as she would, she could make nothing of it and the mystery remained as thick as ever when finally she sat up and began stripping down and getting ready for her shower.
It was clear that the activities at the club were somehow related to what Rhoda had said about "revving up" Fred's battery. Eve knew Fred well 'but she could not see any connection between the two. From the way Rhoda had talked, Eve would have supposed that she somehow meant that she wanted to put more vigor into Fred's sexual drive. But that made no sense; she knew only too well that Fred was thirty-two and she had always supposed that he was at the very peak of his sexual drive. Certainly Rhoda continually gave that impression. She needed only a little encouraging to describe in intimate detail the latest bout of orgiastic frenzy she had enjoyed with her tall, slender husband; she readily proclaimed that Fred had a full nine inches of prick and that the diameter matched the length. She also freely described the various ways in which Fred used that monumental tool, going into a detail that usually left Eve feeling very envious. Bob, her own husband, lacked the phenomenal physical equipment which Rhoda so enthusiastically described and he also lacked the fierce, burning desire to join his flesh with Eve's which Rhoda attributed to her own husband.
Eve gave up trying to fathom the cryptic conversation, resolving to ask Rhoda about it the next time they were alone together. She had no doubt that her friend would freely admit everything and tell her the full story. Thus confident of having the mystery solved, Eve picked up her towel and headed for the shower room. Once she was under the stinging hot spray, however, the central question returned and she grew irritated at herself for continuing to worry about it. Her thoughts naturally led her to think about her own relations with Bob.
"I guess maybe his battery could stand a little charge," she had to admit as she considered the situation and allowed the water to course over her body. "When was he in me last? Sunday? No, I washed my hair that night. Umm, my God! Was it last Wednesday? A full week ago? I hadn't realized that! And there was a time when he had to have it right after breakfast and then again before dinner!"
Eve blushed with shame when she saw clearly how casual the relationship between her and her husband had become. They had been married for almost seven years and while she had always heard that it was natural for husband and wife to allow their enthusiasm for each other to diminish as they grew more accustomed to each other and gradually slaked the fierce, burning lust which had originally brought them together. Even making allowances for that, she decided, neither she nor Bob should have allowed their sexual live to grow so spasmodic.
At twenty-eight, Eve had a healthy appetite for sexual pleasure and she believed that Bob, only a year older, should also still have virtually all the interest in sex which he had earlier shown. Why, then, should their celebration of fleshly lust have dwindled so remarkably?
"Am I getting sloppy, going to fat?" Eve asked herself, knowing immediately that this was not the answer. "No, I wear the same size of clothes I wore when we were married. Except for the bras, of course; and there I've gained a size. And they're not floppy either: look at those nipples stand out!"
Eve took a great deal of pride in her breasts and any observer would have admitted that the pride was entirely justified. Full and firm, the scarlet-tipped globes proudly rose from her chest in sensuous swells. The nipples, full and dark, aimed slightly off center and tilted slightly upward. Her hands moved over the full, shapely globes and she involuntarily shuddered; the nipples were exquisitely sensitive and responded to the slightest touch. Eve also knew that her trim waist, her taut, flat belly and her full hips could fully measure up to any man's expectations. The long, smoothly tapering line of her thighs further testified to her excellent physical condition. The full, bushy mat of dark brown fur crowning the swelling love mound between those thighs bespoke a full, mature womanhood and the thick-lipped, generously proportioned slit running below it harbored flesh which could instantly spring into full, vigorous life.
Whatever might be the explanation for the curious way in which Bob and Eve Drumm had allowed their sexual life to deteriorate, it could not be found in Eve's appearance. Furthermore, she told herself as she rinsed the lather off her body, the fault was not in Bob's appearance either. A tall, wide-shouldered man, he too kept himself in excellent physical condition. So far as she, could tell, both she and her husband were still extremely attractive people.
Eve intermittently thought of the matter as she dressed and wandered into the country club's bar, where she ordered a double martini and then carried it to a table from which she could look out over the rolling hills surrounding the club. After she had finished her drink, without coming any closer to an understanding of the problem between herself and her husband, she ordered another and used the telephone at the bar. She dialed Bob's office and got him; he proved quite amenable to her suggestion that they eat out that night.
"I'll pick you up from work," she said, remembering that he had driven into town with a neighbor that morning. "About six? Good."
She hung up the phone and carried her drink back to the table. Another double martini, she fully realized, would dangerously stretch her ability to control her car over the winding road leading into the city but she dismissed the thought with a shrug. After all, she told herself, it wasn't that long ago that only a single martini put her into a tipsy, uncertain condition! Perhaps she was raising her resistance level to alcohol.
"What if I turned out like that poor Marge Dolan?" she asked herself as she sipped at the clear, icy, pungently flavored gin. "She's never sober. But then she's never drunk either; I guess she sort of lives in that limbo. Somebody said once that she drinks a quart of gin every day. I wouldn't be surprised.
"Is that what you're aiming for, Eve? Are you going to be another one of those barren wives, unable to have children or do anything else worthwhile? So that you can drown your brain in gin and pickle your liver? Uggh! There must be something better than that."
There were times when Eve acutely wished that she and Bob had been able to have children, times like these, when she felt desperately useless. But then there were other times when she was much happier to have missed the responsibilities and headaches that seemed to go along with having children and rearing them. Eve nursed her drink along until five-thirty, at which time she left the club and drove into town. She had to wait outside Bob's office building for a few minutes but that was because she was early. He emerged promptly at six and they drove over to a small, quiet restaurant where they had their dinner. Eve had another martini before dinner, as well as a brandy afterward, and by the time they left the restaurant to drive home she was feeling very loose and easy.
"Why don't you drive us home?" she asked gaily, handing Bob her car keys. "You drive and I'll put a heavy make on you all the way home!"
"That's a winner," Bob laughed as he helped her into the car.
Eve took heart from his answer and decided that she would carry out her promise, even though she had adopted a playful tone in making it. If he was so willing, she told herself, then perhaps this might be the beginning of a renewal of their old passion for one another. She waited until he had started the engine and then slid over next to him, placing her right hand on his lap and boldly feeling for his prick.
"Hey, you were really serious!" Bob said as he backed the car out of the restaurant's parking lot.
"Of course I was. Hey, remember that time I sucked you off while we were driving to Canada? On the throughway?"
"Yeah, I remember," Bob replied, twisting slightly, as though he was uneasy at the thought. "You're not going to do that now, are you? I mean, somebody might see us!"
"Why not? It's dark outside; nobody'd be able to see into the car," Eve said as she fumbled with the zipper to his trousers and then opened them. "Damn! You've got those briefs on! I'll never be able to get your cock out while you're driving!"
"Just hang on a little," he told her. "We'll be home soon enough and then you can have a go at it if you want to."
Eve contented herself with massaging his heavy prick through the thin knit of his underwear. She could feel the organ warming to her touch, growing steadily and becoming firmer; the knowledge that she could still have this effect upon him filled her with warm pride. Even so, she also realized that five years ago Bob would never have thought about anyone seeing her if she had wanted to love his prick while they were driving. In fact, she suspected, had she proposed such an act he would have been only too ready to have stopped the car and removed his underwear in order for her to have even freer access to his flesh.
This realization cooled her ardor considerably, though she still felt a warm glow of lust between her thighs. She briefly considered lifting her own dress and removing her panties, in order for him to caress her hot-lipped pussy with his free hand, but when she saw that she would have to relinquish her grasp of his prick in order to make this possible she decided against it. The feel of his prick, the warm heaviness of his balls, the pleasure of having him in her fingers was too much to give up.
They hurried out of the car when they arrived back at their apartment. Eve beat Bob to the apartment and she wondered, as she waited for him to open the door, whether his slow pace was a reflection of his reluctance to complete the act which she had begun. Once inside the apartment, she turned to him expectantly and he gathered her close to him.
"Let's do it right now," Eve urged, rubbing her lower body against his in a way that openly proclaimed her need. "God, I need it! I want to feel your cock cutting my cunt apart!"
"Let's get into bed," he suggested, returning the rub in a way that brought his prick, now harder than ever, against her love mound in an exciting fashion.
Eve turned and allowed herself to be led into the bedroom. She began undressing but, as her fingers moved over the buttons, zippers, hooks and eyes, she nostalgically remembered an afternoon just after they had been engaged. Bob had come by her bachelor girl apartment and she had greeted him totally naked. They had made love standing in the foyer, with Eve supporting herself by her arms, which she had placed around his neck; she had wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to unzip his trousers, bring out the stiff cock and aim it up into the hot, moist mouth of her cunt. Apparently those carefree days of youthful abandon were gone forever, she told herself, and the realization took some of the cutting edge off her sexual desire.
In spite of her diminished eagerness, she found that the mere sight of Bob's cock inflamed her with more passion. She sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her panties as she watched him strip down the briefs, exposing the lust-darkened shaft which was nearly erect. Conceiving a sudden impulse to have him in her mouth, she leaped forward to kneel at his feet; holding her hands behind her, she looked up and smiled.
"I'm a captive slave girl," she said, giving in to the sudden fancy and allowing her imagination to run wild. "You're making me pay homage to your cock!"
There had been a time, just before their marriage and for a few years afterward, when Eve had delighted in assuming various roles during their love play. She loved, for example, to pretend that she was again a high school girl and that she was losing her virginity; they had gone through that routine so many times that she remembered her part by rote. At other times she had assumed whatever role her whimsical fancy had dictated and Bob willingly fell into line.
Now, however, he seemed far less willing to comply. To be sure, he thrust his prick into her mouth and fucked himself in and out for a moment but he said nothing. Eve could see that he would much have preferred that they get onto the bed and conclude the act they had begun. The realization again dulled the sharp edge of her lust and she took her mouth away from him after only a moment of the pleasure. "Let's get up on the bed," she said, trying to cover her disappointment. "Want to try a little sixty-nine?"
"You've still got the sweetest pussy in town," Bob loyally replied, and this time he was quicker to accept her suggestion.
Eve stretched out above him, settling her loins into place over his face and again taking his swollen cock into her mouth. Though not exceptionally long, the tool bulged out to an agreeable thickness and she knew that it would be capable of dilating the mouth of her cunt to the fullest, delivering solid sensations of passionate joy to her. She worked the loose foreskin back and forth with her right hand as she fondled his heavy balls with the fingers of her left hand; her tongue and lips played a game with the flaring rim of his prick, concentrating upon the extra tender portions of the instrument.
Bob dutifully licked the thick lips of her pussy, extending his tongue to probe the juicy inner surfaces of her hot, tingling flesh and to explore the sensitive inner mouth of her cunt. Eve squeezed his head gently with her thighs and pressed her loins against his face. She could feel the hot, searing passion mounting higher in her body and she worked herself against his mouth more fervently, hoping to get herself even more excited. Perhaps, she thought with a rush of jubilation, she would even be able to make herself come this way; if she could have at least one climax behind her when Bob rolled her over and stuffed his swollen cock into her tight cunt she might be able to get another of those long, rolling, paralyzing orgasms which had sometimes come her way earlier in their marriage.
"Come on, honey, let's get it on," Bob said impatiently, pulling his mouth away from her and tugging at her body. "I want to get my cock up your cunt and shoot!"
Eve sighed, realizing that she would not be able to realize her dream, but at least he was willing to fuck. That was more than could be said for him many times and she was in no mood to pass up the opportunity thus offered, even if she could have conceived of more desirable ways to pass the time. She scrambled off him and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide and reaching down to open the feverish, tingling lips of her pussy. Even the touch of her fingers sent another blast of lusty delight through her body and made her all the readier to have Bob coming over her, filling her cunt with his thick tool.
"Ahh, that's beautiful," she sighed as he placed the head of his cock in her cunt's mouth and settled into place. "Make it last, Bob, I could fuck you forever tonight!"
"I'll last," he said, reaching down to grasp her tightly clenched buttocks and gathering her closer to him. "You just work that cunt!"
There had been a time when he had been so eager to get into her that he would begin coming as soon as he felt the tight, sweaty mouth of her cunt slip around the head of his prick. Those days were gone forever, Eve realized; now Bob could pump forever, it seemed, and even then might get only a small dribble of thin, weak sperm at his climax. That also worried Eve: she fondly remembered the great, gushing spouts of thick, steaming gruel which his balls had produced at an earlier stage of his life and she longed to have him experience another of those interminable climaxes which left her so full of his seed.
Bob fucked with a slow, mechanical drive, working his prick in and out of Eve's cunt with short but deliberate strokes. He shifted his hips from side to side occasionally to direct his prick into a different portion of Eve's cunt; she answered with quivering, ecstatic twists of her loins that made her cunt caress his prick with its slippery surface. She raised her legs slightly, settling them higher about his body, so as to allow him to probe deeper into her teeming hole. The extra sensation quickly brought her passion to the boiling point and she began to fuck with churning rolls of her hips, as if she were eager to bring on the approaching climax. When it struck she was transformed, becoming a shrieking, gyrating bit of womanhood totally conscious of her throbbing clitoris. Bob continued to pump his prick rhythmically and long after Eve had ceased her frantic movements, he felt his balls dissolve and shoot upward through his prick. The few spurts were quickly over and then he turned over to lie beside Eve, spent for the evening.
CHAPTER TWO
It was almost a week after she had overheard Rhoda and Gloria talking in the country club's locker room before Eve could manage to ask her friend about the conversation. Finally the moment came; they had concluded a tennis match and were cooling off with a gin and tonic on the club's sweeping terrace. No one was within earshot, as Eve determined with a quick look around her, and she put the question to Rhoda, after explaining how she had happened to overhear them talking.
"No, I understand and I don't hold it against you," Rhoda said when Eve had made her explanation. "Actually, you shouldn't have overheard it at all; we were extremely careless that afternoon. It's not the sort of thing that I'd like to become public knowledge."
"That doesn't explain it," Eve said, mystified by Rhoda's uncharacteristic reticence. "I mean, if you'd rather not go into it I'll certainly accept that. I'm sure our friendship will stand the strain."
"No, I'll tell you about it," Rhoda promised, looking around to make sure that they were entirely alone. "Actually I'd feel better about it anyway. I've always hated frauds and phonies so much, and here I've been putting on an act myself that would top them all!"
"I don't understand you at all," Eve commented. "I'd always believed that you were quite open."
"Only in some areas," Rhoda said with a wry smile. "To tell the truth, things between Fred and me aren't quite the way I describe them. I mean, they're that way and then they aren't."
"I'm still lost," Eve confessed.
"It's not that he doesn't have this super cock, he does. And it's not that he doesn't use it in all the ways I've told you about; he does that too."
"What is it, then?"
"Well, he isn't quite as ready to use his cock as I make him out to be," Rhoda confessed. "Once I get him in the mood he's as hot and lively as ever but getting him into the mood, that takes a little doing."
"I've got a feeling that I know just what you're talking about," Eve blurted out. "But it's your story; go on with it."
"It's what I call the thirties blahs," Rhoda explained. "I mean, it seems that when a guy passes thirty, or thereabouts, he seems to lose a lot of the vim and vigor that he used to have."
"Yes, I know just what you mean."
"Well, I've found a way to get around those blahs," Rhoda said and Eve immediately found herself become even more interested in what her friend had to say. "It's maybe not the sort of thing a girl ought to admit to, but what the hell, you're my best friend so I'll tell you. Gloria turned me on to it and I thought at first that she was insane. But now I think of her as a savior. Who knows, maybe you'll think the same about me!"
Eve waited with a show of patience, though inwardly she was excited in the extreme. She could not imagine what Rhoda was going to tell her but she had a foreboding that her friend's story would be extremely interesting.
"You see, there's a bar downtown called the Black Cat Lounge," Rhoda began, speaking softly and looking off into the distant hills. "I don't know how long it's been there or how it all got started, but I've been going to it for about six months now. It's got a very bad reputation in certain circles; that's one reason I haven't exactly broadcasted the fact that I go there.
"It's not a very large place, but it's got a certain charm. Very dark, lots of booths, very discreet. It's mostly a men's bar, I guess you could say. That's where it all happens, anyway. I go there about once a week, I suppose, or maybe a little more often."
"What happens there?" Eve asked when Rhoda paused to take a sip of her drink. "I really don't understand a thing you've said."
"What happens? Just about anything you want to happen," Rhoda said with a wry laugh. "I've discovered that it's a source of the greatest excitement and that I can experience sensations there which I'd never imagined, or which I'd thought were lost to me forever. "You see, I don't wear my ordinary clothes when I go there. I've got a special outfit I wear, a low-cut blouse, micro-miniskirt, a pair of black net stockings, boots, a garter belt, that's all. No bra or panties, definitely not! I've found that it's rather exciting to dress up like a cheap slut.
"But it's even more exciting to act like one! Yes, I go to the Black Cat and become a different woman! The general idea is that you sit at the bar and nurse a drink until a man takes a fancy to you. The bartender doesn't mind; in fact he rather encourages it because it seems to draw more men into the bar. So, if a man comes up and invites you into a booth, that's your chance. From there, darling, it's entirely up to you what you make of it."
"You mean... this is a sort of sex thing?" Eve asked, hardly able to credit her ears. "A place where you can meet men and... well, make out? Things like that?"
"That's a charitable description," Rhoda said, darting a tender smile at Eve. "Other people might call it just a plain whorehouse. The girls at the bar, they're the whores if they want to be."
"And this is exciting?"
"Incredibly exciting!" Rhoda vowed, her dark eyes flashing with a sudden burst of emotion. "To go into a booth with a man you've never seen before and will probably never see again, and then do all those wonderful things, that's just... well, I can't begin to describe it to you.
"Last week, for example, right after that conversation you overheard, I was in there. This executive type came up to me and asked me if I'd like to go into a booth. It turned out that he had a partner there, another man. I wound up sucking one of them off and then jerking the other one. God, they came up like nothing, just as quick and hard as if they were kids again! And did they ever shoot out the come! One of them was fingering my pussy while I was jerking him off and I got the nicest come, just a real cunt-straightener."
"Um, I see," Eve said, lowering her eyes and looking down at the table. She was completely dumbfounded by Rhoda's statement. "Er, I guess it would be a little difficult, trying to do the real thing in a booth!"
"You'd be surprised how easy it is," Rhoda said with a sigh. "If you want to get the prick into your cunt, you'll find a way! I've fucked several guys in there; it's not such a problem. Mostly, though, they go for blow jobs and hand jobs more. I think it's mostly because their wives don't really dig that sort of action, that's the main reason they like that kind of thing better."
"And do you take money for this?"
"If they offer it," Rhoda said with a shrug of indifference. "I don't care about the money; Fred gives me plenty of that. The main thing is just the pleasure of doing it. I know, it sounds like the weirdest thing in the world. But I'm telling you, Eve, it's really exciting! It really gets to me and I almost always get a come when the guy does. Just feeling him shoot off, even if it's only in my hand, that's enough to bring me to it."
"I... I just don't know what to say," Eve murmured, unable to bring herself to look at her friend. "It's such a new idea... I just never imagined anything like that before."
"There was a time when I thought it was pretty kooky," Rhoda admitted. "That was when Gloria first mentioned it to me. She'd been going there a year or so, I guess, before she got me onto it. I used to think that she was just a terrible, cheap slut for doing that. That was before I found out how much fun it was."
"I've never really thought very much of Gloria," Eve had to say. "I'm not sure exactly what it is about her, but I've always been uncomfortable around her."
"Gloria's all right," Rhoda said, though her tone indicated that she did not think Gloria was very important at that particular point in time. "She's got a lot of problems and sometimes they're too much for her, but I get along with her pretty well. But look: the important thing is that you don't get down on me because of what I do at the Black Cat. Sure, I know it sounds like I'm just another cheap slut out for whatever excitement I can find. Maybe that's true, but I think there's more to it than that. Anyway, don't get down on me till you think about it a while, huh? I'd hate for you to be thinking bad things about me. But I'm warning you, even if you got up and walked away I'd still keep on going down there. It's that important to me."
"I'll try," Eve promised and then added, with a self-depreciating laugh, "maybe it's a case of not knocking it if you haven't tried it, right?"
"There might be something to that," Rhoda agreed.
"But you and Gloria said something about charging up Fred's batteries," Eve went on, remembering the conversation she had overheard. "What did that mean? And speaking of Fred, by the way, what does he think about this? Or does he even know?"
"He knows," Rhoda said, looking Eve straight in the eye. "I make sure of that. I tell him!"
"You what!" Eve gasped.
"I tell him," Rhoda repeated. "You see, that's what I meant by making that crack about his battery. When I tell him about the date I had that afternoon, it seems to make him just boiling hot for me. He raises a stiff that just won't go down and he can't rest till we've fucked ourselves into an absolute dead heap!"
"I can't believe it," Eve murmured, aghast at her friend's words.
"It doesn't make any sense to me," Rhoda admitted. "I can't even begin to explain it. All I know is that when I start telling him about the guy I was with, what all we did, how it was with him, Fred's just beside himself. I mean, he gets a hard like a crowbar and Eve, it's just impossible for him to get enough fucking! Sometimes the spells last four or five days and we just fuck and suck until there isn't anything left."
"Er, how did you find out about this?" Eve asked. "That it had this effect on him, I mean?"
"By accident," Rhoda said. "We were having a real bitchy argument one night and it was just after I'd been to the Black Cat. Finally I had enough of his bitching and I just told him. I said that I'd sucked a guy off that afternoon and that it had pleased me just a lot more than anything I'd gotten from him lately.
"I guess that's the real argument: he hadn't even put a finger on me for about a week and I was so horny I couldn't stand it any more. That's why I was so ready to pick a quarrel with him, I guess. Anyway, once I said that about sucking the guy off, he got just real interested and insisted I tell him all about it.
"That was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen-me telling him how I'd given a perfect stranger a blow job, sucked his cock and swallowed every drop of his come, and all the while Fred was raising this perfectly enormous cockstand. I don't know, I guess it just makes him horny, hearing about what I've done."
"Does Gloria do the same thing?"
"Lord no! Steve doesn't know anything about what she does with her free time! She doesn't get any of the free fringe benefits with her husband the way I do."
"And you say that when you describe your afternoon to Fred, it really makes him excited?" Eve asked, still unable to accept all of what she had heard.
"I know, I know, it sounds out of sight," Rhoda insisted, "but it's the honest truth. Look, the last time I'd gone out, I told him about it beforehand so when he got in from the office that afternoon he wanted to hear all about it. He started taking his clothes off as soon as I started telling him about it. I was already almost naked, just wearing a little shift, so I stripped down while I talked. His prick came up just as firm as it ever had and I got on him. I was sitting over him, with his cock up my cunt, and he was fingering the lips of my pussy while I talked. All the while I could feel his prick jumping and twitching inside; it was just a totally sexy thing to feel."
"And without these visits to the Black Cat, you say, he could never manage a performance like that?"
"Not likely," Rhoda vowed. "Before I'd started making that scene, we were lucky if we could get a screw once a week. Now, for four or five days after I go there, he can't stay away from me. Sometimes we'll spend three hours in bed, with me talking and telling him about it all and him running his prick in and out of me. Oh, I just come and come! And he does too! I don't know if it would work for everybody, Eve, but it sure has made a change in my life."
"I'll have to admit that Bob and I could perhaps use something like that," Eve told her friend. "You see, we're getting into that blah kind of relationship that you mentioned."
"Well, I can't promise you how Bob would react," Rhoda said. "But if he's anything like Fred, you'd certainly consider that the time at the Black Cat was well spent!"
"Oh, I don't know about that," Eve quickly said. "I don't think I could ever go through with a thing like that. I mean, I might visit the bar and do those things you've talked about but I doubt if I could ever come right out and tell Bob about them."
"Even if you don't tell him," Rhoda pointed out, "you still get some kicks. Sometimes it's a perfect blast, making out with a guy you can hardly see."
"Yes, I can see some excitement to that," Eve admitted. "But it's all so new and foreign to me, I just don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," Rhoda advised. "But if sometime you think you might like to pay the place a visit, just let me know. I'll be glad to take you down and show you the routine."
"I'll certainly think about it," Eve promised.
CHAPTER THREE
At approximately the same time that Eve had managed to get Rhoda aside for the conversation during which she had learned about Rhoda's extremely unusual practices, Bob Drumm consulted the appointment book lying beside him on the front seat of his car. He grinned with pleasure when he saw that there was only one appointment left for his day's work and that the address was that of a mammoth apartment complex located only a few blocks away from where he was parked.
Everyone at the insurance agency agreed that Bob Drumm had one of the brightest futures of anyone in the entire branch office. Adjustments and appraisals had become his specialty; he seemed able to charm even the most recalcitrant claimant and to convince him that his loss had not been nearly as serious as at first it had appeared. At the same time, Bob could leave the claimant with a warm, mellow feeling toward the insurance agency, even though the claim had been settled for much less than the injured party had wanted. "One more visit and I'll be through for the day," he said to himself as he drove over to the apartment complex. "Maybe I'll get home early for a change and give Eve a surprise. Damn, I'll give her more than that!"
Bob felt a surge of lusty growth in his loins as he thought of Eve and her hunger for his prick, of the way she clasped her legs around him and worked her feverish loins against his, grinding the lips of her pussy into the base of his cock and using her cunt to caress the thick length of his tool. Suddenly he wanted her intensely, though he knew that the desire would pass quickly. He shook his head and turned into the parking lot of the apartment complex where he locked his car and set out for the manager's office, briefcase in hand.
"Hello," he said to the elderly man who answered his ring at the manager's apartment. "My name is Drumm and I'm supposed to find a Miss Bryan here. It's about some articles she had stolen."
"You with the cops?" the old man asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"No, insurance. We had issued a policy to her for the stolen articles."
"Hum," the old man grunted. Then, looking past Bob toward the pool, he nodded with satisfaction. "Bryan, her apartment's Fourteen-C. But you'll find her over there by the pool. The blonde in the white suit, that's the girl you're looking for."
"Thank you very much," Bob said, flashing one of his best smiles at the old man.
Upon turning and looking in the direction the manager had indicated, Bob promptly forgot all about his lusty wife. Seated on a towel beside the pool was one of the loveliest women he had seen in a long time. Sue Bryan looked to be in her mid to late twenties and was very definitely a blonde. Long, silky hair, almost cornsilk blonde, framed her tanned face, which was an exceptionally attractive one, but Bob felt even more attracted toward the full breasts which pushed out the cups of the dainty top to her bathing suit. She looked to be tall, perhaps five-nine or so, but no more than one hundred and thirty pounds. Her flesh was exceptionally well distributed, he decided as he walked toward her.
"Miss Bryan? I'm Drumm, from the insurance agency," he said as he came up to her, extending a card as he spoke.
She took the card and examined it, then looked up at him. Suddenly Bob had the impression that he was being appraised, for a change. He was standing almost directly in front of her and he could not help but notice the exciting way her love mound pushed out the front of the pants to her two-piece suit.
"I'm glad to see you," she said in a voice that was exceptionally deep. "Let's go up to the apartment and I'll give you whatever you need." Bob felt an urge to say that what he needed had nothing to do with insurance, but he held his tongue, meekly following her as she led the way. He noted that her hips, full without being plump, bobbed up and down as she walked; he could not help but imagine her lying over him as his hands cupped those full, firm mounds of flesh and held her close to his body as he drove his prick deep into her cunt.
"Maybe the first step would be a gin and tonic, do you think?" she said when they were inside her apartment.
"That would be very good," Bob agreed.
"Why don't you make it then? I need to get out of this suit," she said. "The gin's in that cabinet there and there's ice and quinine water in the frig."
"Do you like it strong or weak?"
"It doesn't matter," she told him. "I'll join you in a moment or two."
Bob busied himself with the bartending duties and shortly came back into the living room with a pair of tall, cool drinks. Sue had not yet emerged from her bedroom so he put her drink down on a conveniently placed coaster, then took a sip of his own. After he had looked around the large, sunny living room and decided that he liked her style in furniture and pictures, he noticed that the door to her bedroom had opened slightly. He tiptoed a few paces over to one side of the room, giving himself a better view into the room, and saw that she was standing with her back to him. She was in the process of stepping out of the bottom to her suit; she had already removed the bra, leaving a thin band of white across her tan back. Once the bottom of her suit had been removed, he saw that another patch of white decorated her hips, which were every bit as lovely as he had surmised.
She turned slightly, looking down at the floor, and presented him with a profile. Bob almost gasped aloud when he saw the perfection of her breasts; they rose up proudly and tapered out to dark, flushed needle points. She seemed to be concentrating on something which had her complete attention but, as he watched, she reached between her long, perfectly formed thighs and began caressing the tender flesh lying between them. Bob's eyes widened with surprise as he watched her toy with her pussy. She seemed not to be intently masturbating; rather, her action had more the appearance of an automatic act which had become second nature to her.
Bob turned away from the entrancing sight, flushed and tense with excitement. He longed to go into the bedroom and join her, to attempt to fan her flesh into tempestuous desire. His prick bulged out sullenly in his trousers, signifying his body's readiness. All thoughts of Eve now disappeared from his mind. Suddenly he took up her drink in his free hand and marched over to the door of the bedroom.
"Do you need any help?" he asked, looking through the partly opened door at her as she continued to caress her pussy. "You know, I just might," she answered, just as if strange men asked her the same question several times every day. "Bring me my drink and let's see what we can raise up."
Bob entered her bedroom, which was furnished with the same quietly elegant taste as the living room, and extended the drink to her. She took it with her free hand, never pausing the motions of her other hand. When he got closer and could get a front view, he saw that she was running her middle finger through the lips of her pussy, which were prominently displayed due to the sparseness of the light brown thatch covering her lower body.
"It looks as though something's already been raised up," she said after sipping at her drink and eyeing the front of his trousers. "Yes indeed, I'd say that there's a man with a hard problem!"
"I've been in a horny mood all day," Bob said, grinning apologetically. "And then when I happened to look through the door and saw you, it was just too much. I didn't mean to peep, honest, but once I'd caught a glimpse of you, I couldn't hold back."
"No need to apologize," she said, grinning back at him with a mischievous twinkle in her bright blue eyes. "Er, why don't you take off some of those clothes and get comfortable? I'd like to see exactly the size of your, er, problem!"
Bob set his drink aside and proceeded to oblige her. She continued to stroke the lips of her pussy as she watched him undress. When he had removed his underwear and stood before her entirely naked, she pursed her full, crimson lips as if to whistle and looked very interested.
"My, if that's typical of insurance men I've been in the wrong field all along," she murmured, smiling at him. "I haven't seen one that big in ages!"
"It's not so much," Bob modestly said, though he knew very well that few men could surpass the generous proportions of his prick. "It's just enough to do the work."
"I can just imagine," she replied. "Look, Mr. Insurance, why don't you edge back there on the bed so I can get over you? I've been in a rather horny frame of mind myself and I think that a nice serving of hot prick might do a lot toward making my day a lot brighter. Or would you rather be the dominant one and try to pin my butt to the mattress?"
"However you like it," Bob said. "It's all great, whatever the position. I like it any way."
"You sound better and better," she said, sipping again at her drink and then putting it aside. "Suppose I play a little game for a minute or two and then we'll get down to some serious stuff?"
She crawled onto the bed, settling herself over his loins with practiced ease and taking his long, thick cock into her hands with a sigh of contentment. After she had positioned her loins directly above the shaft of his prick, she touched the naked, flaring head of the tool to the lips of her pussy. Bob felt her animal heat and realized that she was indeed ready for a long bout of serious, concentrated lovemaking. The determined look on her face and the hungry, knowing look in her eyes told him that she was highly skilled at the art of arousing and satisfying a man's desire and that her own appetite would be satisfied in the process.
"Hey, that's really nice," she murmured as she rubbed the head of his prick into her pussy. "You're hung like a bull moose, you know that? I love a man with a lot of cock! And those balls-wow, I'll bet they're loaded with come! Damn, I don't know how I want it. In my mouth? That would be good, but then it would be fine in my cunt too. What do you say, Mr. Insurance? Do you want a blow job? Or would you rather fuck? Ordinarily I'd try to take you up my ass too, but I'm a little sore today."
"I don't care which way we do it," Bob told her, running his fingers lightly over her firm thighs. "Any of those sound good to me. You want to play sixty-nine? I love to eat pussy, especially when it's a hot, juicy one!"
"Mine's that all right," she said with a laugh. "Man, I've really been wanting something like this!
But I never thought I'd be getting it from the insurance man! I thought they'd probably send some old geezer around who'd sworn off sex when he was just a kid!"
"Sorry to disappoint you," Bob told her. "Ahh, that's nice, that's really nice. You know, you've got the hottest cunt I've felt all day?"
Sue had directed the head of his cock into the mouth of her cunt and was pressing herself down upon the thick shaft, forcing more and more of the tool into her warm, livid flesh. She gasped out a strangled oath as the prick forced the mouth of her cunt apart, dilating the muscular opening and pressing it into a circle. Bob could see the action of his cock perfectly; he could even see the moist, pink tip of her clitoris peeping out from the spot where it nestled between the lips of her pussy. She was one of those women with a long, full-lipped slit, the kind with the most feeling, and he already suspected that her climax would be long and violent. Sue continued to press her body down upon his cock, forcing more and more of his tool into her flesh until she had nearly buried the full length of the prick in her cunt.
"Hey, don't get so anxious," she muttered tensely when he began working his hips up and down, forcing his cock to slide in and out of her tight, moist grip. "I'm so full of cock I don't know what to do! It must be that long dry spell-I seem to be a lot tighter than usual. Look, I just want to get your cock wet and juicy, then I'll hop off and suck it a while. If you want, you can tongue my cunt for a while and then we'll see where we take it from there."
Bob showed that he was in full agreement with this exciting program. Sue lifted herself off his body with a slow, surging motion that caused the mouth of her cunt to rub against him in a way that almost brought his balls to the bursting point; he managed to subjugate the climactic impulse only by exerting every atom of his self-control. Once she had uncunted his cock, she quickly turned herself around, lying over him so that his lips would have ready access to the dark, swollen slit running between her thighs.
"I don't mind sucking a clean dick," she said as she fondled his cock and kissed it lightly. "But they're just so much tastier when they're covered with pussy juice! Mmm, man this is something else!"
She covered the tip of his cock with her lips, allowing her tongue to wander freely over the satiny surface of the hot tool. At the same time Bob applied his own lips to the juicy, meaty slit poised just above his face. The womanly fragrance of her excited cunt had heightened his desire and he eagerly drove his tongue deep into the moist crevice hiding the entrance to her cunt. The taste of her excitement, fresh and hot from the depths of her cunt, saturated his mouth with musk and brought him additional thrills.
"Agghh!" Sue groaned as his tongue worked into the mouth of her cunt, bringing her far closer to the orgasmic breaking point. "My god, you're eating my cunt out! I'm going to have to come in a minute!"
She had underestimated her own state of readiness and, to her considerable surprise, found that she was indeed perched on the brink of a full, violent climax. The sensations overwhelmed her and she allowed them to have their way with her, forgetting all about her self-appointed task of eating Bob's hefty cock. She ground her pussy lips hard into his mouth and tucked the glowing, tingling tip of her clitoris firmly against his chin, then ground out a quick, passionate orgasm.
"Eehh!" she screamed when the full force of the climax burst within her cunt. "Oohh! Do it again, again!"
Bob's tongue worked busily as he sought to intensify her pleasure. The clear, sweet orgasmic fluids rolled out of her cunt, drenching his mouth and lips with her frenzied overflow, and he dug his fingers deep into the tautly clenched mounds of her buttocks. Over and over he felt her cunt nip and gasp at his tongue; he realized as he sucked her that she had one of those highly skilled, sensitive cunts which could literally milk a man's cock and drain his balls of every drop of their semen.
Sue hung in place for a moment or two after her orgasm had subsided. Her cunt still moved spasmodically from time to time as the last trickles of feeling ebbed from her womb. Then she roused herself and rolled off Bob, turning to look at him with gratitude.
"Say, that was just about the living end," she murmured. "And you've got cunt all over your face! Mmm, I've got to kiss you!"
She fastened her lips to his with a quick, driving urgency. It seemed that the taste of her own orgasmic fluids made his lips all the more appealing to her; at any rate, she felt her body quickly revving up and preparing for another bout of sensual delirium. "I don't seem to be able to control myself," she said in a tone of amused wonder. "Maybe I'm just too eager to get my cunt around that cock of yours again!"
"Any time you're ready," Bob told her. "If you're as good at fucking as you are at sucking, I think maybe we'd better go ahead."
"Talking about sucking, you're pretty handy yourself," she said, rolling onto her side and opening her thighs for him. "That tongue of yours, I'll swear it was up in my womb! Mmm, I really love it when somebody can tongue me deep."
"Girls are supposed to be able to do that better than guys," Bob said as he slipped between her thighs and fitted the head of his cock between the juicy lips of her pussy.
"Usually they can," she admitted without a trace of reticence, "but I've never been eaten any better than what you did just now! Ahh, that sweet cock! I could fuck forever, I think! Quick, drive it in all the way-I love to feel my cunt being stretched to the limit!"
Bob fully complied with her demands, lunging forward with a quick move that sent nearly the entire length of his bulging cock driving into the depths of her cunt. Sue screamed and threw her head back when the thick, blunt tool pierced her cunt, forcing the walls of the receptacle apart, but she quickly recovered and locked her legs around his body with determination. From that moment on, it seemed as though a dynamo had been switched on in her loins: she heaved, writhed, ground and humped furiously, causing her tightly gripping cunt to slither up and down the length of Bob's prick like a mad thing. He matched his movements to hers, fucking with patience and skill, and soon felt his balls begin to leap and jerk about as they prepared to loose a burst of semen into the innermost recesses of her cunt.
"God, I can't hold it," he groaned, pressing himself even more firmly into her loins. "You're fucking me out of my mind!"
"Do it!" she gasped. "Let it go! I want to feel you come!"
Bob immediately replied with a strong spurt of semen which saturated her cunt with its hot, sticky essence. Sue's hips churned even more madly when she felt his prick swell and pump strongly; her cries of joy became even more delirious and she let herself go with a whoop of delight. Again and again she thrust herself against him, causing her cunt to slide along the length of his prick in a way that made his climax all the more intense and delightful.
When her own climax burst forth, her cunt immediately began a series of pulsating movements that literally milked his prick. Her strong muscles, made -active by the waves of violent feeling generated inside her cunt, gripped him repeatedly and threatened at times to crush the head of his cock. Her climax lasted a very long time and by the time her movements had ceased, Bob was utterly exhausted. Sue, however, seemed to be positively invigorated by her sensual triumph.
"No, don't move," she said when he tried to pull away from her. "I want to enjoy having you inside me for just another minute. Then I want to do something else."
"Hey, I can't even move," Bob complained. "You nearly beat me into a pulp!"
"That's okay," she told him. "What I've got in mind, you won't have to do a thing. This will be just for my own amusement, you might say."
Bob couldn't imagine what she might be planning but the determined, eager tone of her voice told him that it would definitely be interesting. He resolved to follow her advice and to remain still while she did whatever it was that she planned. After remaining close to him for a moment, she pulled away, easing her cunt off the prick which had fucked her so well, and slid down on the bed. At the same time she pressed Bob over onto his back.
"I just love eating a prick after it's fucked me out of my mind," she whispered as she brought her lips closer to the wet rod. "The taste of your come, mixed in with mine, that ought to just about blow my mind!"
Bob noticed that she also clasped both her hands to her pussy as she took his cock into her mouth. Apparently she intended to masturbate as she sucked him again, he thought, and then he found his guess confirmed: her hips tightened convulsively and she began working them to and fro so that she was actually fucking her own fingers. He could not see exactly what she was doing, but the wet, squishy noises emanating from between her thighs strongly indicated that her fingers were busily massaging the lips of her pussy.
At the same time, her lips were busily working around the head of his prick. She seemed to relish the mixed tastes of his prick and her head bobbed up and down, forcing her mouth to slip and slide along the semi-tumescent shaft. Tiny, cooing groans of extreme pleasure escaped from her throat as she worked and, in spite of the rigorous exercises through which he had been put, Bob found himself gradually becoming more excited. Sue ended it, however, by bringing herself to another climax with a few sharp thrusts of her hips. She then moved away from him with a hearty sigh of contentment.
"Man! Three comes in less than half an hour!" she exclaimed, looking over to him with wonder. "If you can sell insurance like you can suck and fuck, you'll end up owning the company!"
"A girl like you brings out the best in a guy," Bob told her. "But actually I'm not in the sales end of it; I'm more in adjustments and appraisals."
"Yeah, that's right," she mused, grinning with delight. "You did come by to see about that stuff that was stolen, didn't you? Okay, let's do some business, huh? You want to talk in here or go back to the living room?"
"I've got to get some papers out of my briefcase," he said. "Why don't we go back in there?"
Sue was .perfectly agreeable to moving and she led him into the living room. Bob took out his papers and, still stark naked, took down the information he needed. At first he felt a trifle self-conscious about conducting business in so informal an atmosphere, but he quickly adjusted to it and went on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Sue took a seat in an armchair facing him and while he had more than a little difficulty in concentrating on the papers before him, he soon managed to complete the forms required to process her claim. He would have been willing to have returned to the bedroom after completing his work, but she explained that she was already committed to a cocktail party and that she would have to begin dressing within a very short time. Bob left with regret, though Sue's invitation to drop back by at a later date gave him solid encouragement.
CHAPTER FOUR
Eve had gone home directly after her conversation with Rhoda. She was in a highly confused state of mind, due to her friend's startling admissions, and she could not help but wonder about Rhoda and the Black Cat. Her first reaction had been one of outright repugnance but this quickly changed; she soon realized that there was an element of daring, exotic excitement to Rhoda's scheme. The more she thought of going into a cheap, sleazy bar and picking up an utter stranger, of doing wild and bizarre things with him but not ever knowing his name, the more excited she became. By the time Bob returned from his day's work, she was almost in a state of sexual frenzy.
"Hey, I'm really glad to see you," she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him strongly.
"What brought this on?" Bob asked, startled by her unusually vivid display of affection.
Her sudden assault wiped out all thoughts of Sue Bryan from his mind. Eve had a way of insinuating herself against him that hardly ever failed to put him in a sexy frame of mind; this afternoon was no different, even though he had just gotten out of bed with a woman whose appetites were probably the equal of Eve's. Bob was still young enough to be able to recover quickly from exertions of that kind and he felt his prick begin rising in his trousers as Eve hung against him, rubbing her thighs against his in a highly suggestive manner.
"Would you mind holding off on dinner for a while?" she asked, pressing her breasts against his chest as she spoke.
"Not if you're serving the kind of appetizer I think you're going to serve," he replied.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," she said, deciding to keep the news of Rhoda's extra-marital activities to herself for a while. "But I've been wanting you all afternoon. I'd like to get -that big cock of yours rammed in my cunt to the hilt. And then... then, my darling, I'll fuck you until you can't even move!"
"Sounds good to me," he said, pressing his stiffened prick into her love mound and rubbing against her. "But maybe we should be in the bedroom for this."
"Just what I was thinking," Eve agreed, turning and taking him by the hand.
Once they were inside their bedroom she began to undress him. Once he was naked, she leaned back to admire the beauty of his stiff, sullenly rearing cock; the ivory shaft and the purple-tipped head never failed to send her senses reeling with sensual hunger. Bob watched as she undressed herself. She took her time about it, making a real production out of her disrobing since she knew that often he became even more excited whenever she did her striptease act for him. She threw off her bra, leaving only her panties, and stood before him massaging her breasts. They had developed a set of dark, protruding nipples at the tip, twin signals of her advanced state of excitement, and were ultra�sensitive to her touch.
"I could do that for you," Bob suggested.
"Sometimes it's sexier if I do it myself while you're watching," she replied. "Sort of like when I used to fingerfuck myself while you looked on, remember?"
Bob did indeed remember and her words also reminded him of the fact that he had very recently observed Sue Bryan doing the same thing. He wondered if perhaps he might not be wise to pay a visit to the bathroom, where he might sponge off his prick and remove any signs of her activity, but then he decided that the chances of Eve discovering his infidelity were slight.
Eve now removed her hands from her breasts and hooked her index fingers into the hem of her panties. Slowly but steadily she pulled the wisp of nylon down, exposing the full brush of hair crowning her love mound, and then she stepped out of them. She spread her legs wide and used her fingers to spread the lips of her pussy apart, stretching forward with her hips to enable Bob to see the livid gash perfectly.
"There it is," she murmured softly, watching him as she spoke. "It's as hot as it's ever been and it's dying to get itself around your cock! Oh, what a stiff you've got there, it looks like it could fuck forever! I've got to... "
Before she finished her sentence she dropped onto the bed beside him and took his long, thick cock into her mouth. Immediately she sensed that something was wrong with it, though it took her a moment or two before she realized what it was.
She was tasting cunt on his cock! Eve almost raised her face off his loins to chide him for not having washed well after their last session in bed together, but then she remembered-they had not made love the night before! And Bob was always very thorough about showering! She knew, with a sinking sensation, that he had been unfaithful to her that very day!
Eve managed to conceal her irritation at this discovery and she continued to suck his prick, though the tool had suddenly turned sour in her mouth. As he had become very excited, the heated blood which transformed his cock into an iron rod had also heated the fragrant woman-scent, making it all the more obvious to her sensitive nostrils. She nearly gagged at the thought of sucking him immediately after he had been in another woman but somehow she managed to carry it off.
The sonofabitch, she thought to herself. Supposed to be dealing in insurance and he's really been having himself a stray piece of ass! Well, it's got to happen sometime, I suppose. And I haven't exactly been a model of faithfulness myself, even though it's been over a year since I fell off the wagon. Okay, I guess I can live with it-at least he's willing to give it to me now!
Eve composed herself as she continued to suck and tongue his cock. In spite of her rage at him for having betrayed her, she felt her body responding to the exciting presence of his prick in her mouth. She could never turn down the opportunity of making love with him, whatever the situation, and now was no different. She lifted her mouth off him and fell over onto her back, holding her thighs well apart and again spreading the lips of her pussy with her fingers.
"I've got it wide open for you," she panted, almost beside herself with desire. "Come on, get it in me quick!"
Bob needed no urging. Despite the fact that he had fucked himself into a state of near-delirium less than two hours before, he found that his lusty needs were fully developed and that his cock had grown to its full size. His balls, packed again with semen, ached to fire off another load of steaming come. Eve seized his massive prick in her right hand, guiding it into the livid slit she held open with the other, and then lifted her legs high around his body.
"Agghh!" she cried out as she felt her cunt's mouth being dilated by the generous dimensions of his burrowing cock. "Oohh! Give it all to me, all at once!"
Bob drove forward and down, prying the walls of her cunt apart with his hot probe. Eve gasped out an obscene oath of frenzied delight and wrapped her arms around his neck, guiding his mouth down to one of her tender, inflamed breasts. Bob took the proffered nipple between his teeth and gently gnashed it, bringing additional cries of joy from his wife's lips. Eve shoved her pussy against him hungrily, trying to bring herself to the climactic state even more quickly. By dipping her hips far down onto the bed and drawing away from him, she was able to rub the tip of her clitoris against the hard, hot shaft of his cock as she pulled away. The exquisite sensations flooded her nervous system with lusty pleasure and she thrust her breast into his mouth with an even greater force. Ahh, fuck it," she crooned, tossing her head from side to side as the sensations within her cunt mounted. "Oh, fuck that cunt for me! I'm going to come all over!"
Bob's mouth was too full of nipple to permit him to answer but he heard her command clearly. He drew his prick out of her throbbing cunt until it was poised between the puffy, swollen lips and then plunged it home, driving the huge prong into the depths of her cunt with one quick thrust. Eve screamed out in sensual anguish and locked her legs around his rump, holding him tightly against her quivering pussy and rubbing her clitoris into his belly.
"Aiiee! Ugghh!" she screamed, frantic with sensual joy. "Mmm!"
Over and over her cunt pulsed, radiating throbs of deep pleasure. Bob could easily feel her flesh nipping at him but, due to his earlier experience with Sue, could not find the last bit of sensation he needed in order to propel himself into a matching orgasm.
"Oh, you didn't come," Eve muttered after the worst of the violent throbs had passed. "That's good, darling; it means I'll get another come out of it! How do you want to do it?"
"I don't care, just so we keep on fucking," Bob told her, moving his prick back and forth easily in her cunty grasp.
"From the rear, that's how I want it," she gasped, pushing him off so that she could turn over onto her stomach. "Fuck it into my cunt from the back! And I'll finger my clit so I can really have myself a grand come!"
Bob moved away from her so that she could adjust herself to the new position. He would have preferred for her to be on her hands and knees so that he could kneel behind her, but Eve liked to lie out flat when taking him from the rear. This allowed her maximum freedom to massage the lips of her pussy and to press her full, sensitive breasts into the bed beneath her. When she had assumed a prone position and had spread her legs wide apart, he lay over her and slipped the head of his cock into the lips of her pussy. Seating his cock in the mouth of her cunt with a quick thrust, he held off until she could get her fingers adjusted properly about her pussy.
"Okay," she murmured, closing her eyes and smiling with pleasure, "I've got it now. Go ahead and give me another fuck just like the one before!"
Bob lay between her legs and drove his cock into her cunt as far as it would go. Eve's fingers pressed the lips of her pussy against the hard shaft of his prick and applied a very light pressure to the flesh immediately surrounding her clitoris. This provided her with exquisite flashes of sensual feeling, which she intensified by shoving her breasts into the bed. "It feels as though you were twice as big," she whispered, clenching her buttocks and working her hips up and down slightly. "I don't know what it is about this way of screwing but you always feel so much larger!"
"It must narrow the mouth of your cunt," Bob said, increasing the tempo of his strokes in and out of her tautly stretched opening. "I know it sure feels good to me!"
"Are you close?"
"Not too close; I think I can hold off for a little while."
"Go ahead whenever you want," she told him. "It really brings me along in a hurry, feeling you pump that hot come into my cunt! I love the way it feels!"
Eve's outrage at Bob's infidelity had completely vanished, driven away by the magical power of his prick. When she felt him going inside her, she could never keep anything on her mind except the awareness of his presence; envy, rage, jealousy, depression, every sentiment except lusty pleasure disappeared when she began making love with him.
They lay closely together, breathing hard and working their bodies against each other with gradually increasing speed. Bob could feel his balls dangling against her fingers as he drove his prick even deeper; she clasped the heavy eggs in her fingers and pressed them against the lips of her pussy.
"It's coming now," he gasped, feeling his balls give an anticipatory tingle. "I can't hold it any more; I've got to let it go!"
"Come!" she responded, clenching her hips even more tightly and thrusting back against him. "Let it happen; I want to be so full of your come I'll drown! Oh, that's good, so fucking good! Fuck! Come! Shoot!"
Bob's hips were now beating rapidly against her and she responded in kind, doing everything she could to hurry his climax along so that she could feel his prick bulge, pump and spew out the heady, intoxicating discharge which would bring her the ultimate in sensual pleasure. When the first jet arched into her cunt, she screamed with wonder and felt her womb begin to pound out its own answering message of sensual triumph. Bob's balls pumped out a full load of the thick, steaming cream and by the time they had drained themselves Eve was whooping and gasping as her own climax pounded away.
"Oh, what a way to fuck," she whispered after recovering her composure. "Sometimes I wonder why we bother doing it any other way! But then I know why: I like it just as well all the other ways too! Oh, Bob, you fuck so well!"
"You bring out the best in me," he replied, then realized that he had used the very same expression not long ago, though in rather different circumstances. "The way you love it, I couldn't do less than give you what you want."
"I'm glad," she said. "Oh, what a come! I still feel the tingles. But there's a drawback: you just might have fucked yourself out of a dinner tonight!"
"How about taking a nap for a little while and then maybe going out? It's been a while since I've had you out to dinner; the change will do us both good."
Eve agreed to that and they turned over onto their side, careful to keep Bob's cock stuffed up her cunt. She curled up next to him and went to sleep holding his prick in place. When she awoke an hour later, she found that he had softened and slipped out of her, leaving her entire pussy, thighs and rump covered with the sticky cream she had longed to have him shoot into her cunt.
"I'd better grab a shower," she said, feeling the dried, crusted sperm on her body. "Or else you ought to take me to the fish market for dinner, so no one will notice!"
"Why don't we grab a shower?" he suggested.
"It's been a while since we've taken a shower together."
"I don't think I can fuck any more," she warned him. "You really did it to me. But I'm willing to share the shower with you."
"No, I don't think I could do it again right now. Come on, let's get to it. Besides, we need something to eat!"
Eve was halfway through her meal when she remembered what she had learned about Bob's despicable conduct. Instead of the memory souring her appetite, as it would normally have done, she felt only a rosy glow of contentment. The longer she considered his transgression, however, the more she decided to seek revenge. For the rest of the meal and during the ride home, she managed to keep up her end of the conversation but her mind was concentrating solely upon how she might strike back at Bob.
By the time they had turned out the lights and were waiting to go to sleep, Eve had settled upon a plan. Congratulating herself for her ingenuity, she felt a sudden surge of emotion and turned to Bob, even though she had just been plotting revenge against him.
"Thanks for the dinner," she whispered, snuggling closer to him. "And thanks for the fuck!"
"Any time," he muttered sleepily.
Eve arose the next morning in the best of spirits. After seeing Bob off to work, she busied herself around the house and accomplished several onerous chores which she had been putting off for months. By eleven o'clock she was able to look back on her morning's work with a great deal of satisfaction. She treated herself to a cup of instant coffee and took it into the living room, where she sat down beside the telephone and dialed a number. "Rhoda?" she said when she got an answer. "It's Eve. I've been thinking about what you told me. You know, about that little bar you go to occasionally? I've decided that I'd like to try it out myself."
"That's wonderful," Rhoda said. "I'd love to ask you what brought this on but I won't. I'm sure you'll enjoy it; I just love to think about my little visits."
"When are you planning to go again?" Eve asked, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
"Well, I was actually thinking about paying them a visit this afternoon," Rhoda said. "Is that too sudden for you?"
"Not at all! I'd love to go along, if I may."
"Excellent! Look, suppose I drive by and collect you? We'll stop off for lunch someplace and then I'll take you to this little store I know about. It's the best place for the kind of outfit you'll need. And then we can spend two or three hours there."
"That sounds marvelous," Eve said. "Come on by whenever you get ready. I'll be waiting for you."
CHAPTER FIVE
Eve changed into some clothes suitable for lunch and shopping when she had hung up the phone. She had to wait only a very few minutes, as Rhoda came by very promptly. Even as she waited, Eve felt her excitement mounting and by the time they were driving away she could hardly contain herself.
"I'm really looking forward to this," she said as soon as they were seated in Rhoda's car. "I feel almost as if I were going out on my first date again!"
"It is your first date in a way," Rhoda told her. "But don't get your hopes up too far; sometimes there's just nothing doing at the Cat. And other times the men there are so awful you wouldn't believe it."
"I can understand that," Eve agreed. "It's just a matter of luck, isn't it?"
"That's just what it is. Some days your luck is good and some days it's bad. We'll hope for good. One thing you don't have to worry about, though, is trouble. The bartenders are all really good and if a guy starts giving any of us a hard time they're right there to help out."
They had their lunch and then went to the department store Rhoda recommended for Eve's purchases. It was a cheap store specializing in shoddy merchandise but, as Rhoda had said, there was a line of bold, brazen styles well suited for the type of woman that Eve was going to become. She chose a white nylon blouse, cut very low in front and styled to show off her excellent breasts. Along with it, she selected a micro-miniskirt of black vinyl which was so short she wondered if her pussy might not be showing below the hem. Rhoda assured her that the blouse and skirt made a very effective combination.
"I think I'll do without panties and hose," Eve said as she tried on a set of black, stiletto-heeled pumps. "They'd be just that much more to have to worry about."
"I guess you're right," Rhoda agreed. "I always wear a pair of black fishnet hose but that's strictly a matter of choice. And panties just won't do at all. When those guys slip their hands up your leg and run right into a naked pussy, they almost go out of the ceiling!"
"That's what I want," Eve said as the salesgirl totted up her purchases. "I want to make a distinct impression!"
"You will, don't worry about that!"
Rhoda then drove them over to a small park, where they stopped in a secluded spot to change their clothes. As Rhoda said while she changed, she could not very well leave her own apartment dressed in this flagrantly uncharacteristic style and, since the bar had no facilities for changing or storing clothes, she always used the park as her dressing room.
"Wow! That's a knockout!" Rhoda said when Eve had disrobed and put on her newly acquired outfit. "That blouse, it really shows off your breasts!"
Eve looked down; she could indeed see the cleft of her breasts and the top of the blouse barely covered her nipples. The rising mounds, needing no bra to press them into suggestive shape, showed over the top and her nipples pushed out the thin material in a way that would probably excite even the most lethargic of men. She felt a little self-conscious about the very short skirt, which rode far up her thighs when she sat down, but Rhoda assured her that the Black Cat was dark enough that no one would be able to see the telltale patch of dark fur covering her slit.
"Steve, this is Eve," Rhoda said when they had reached the Black Cat and were standing before one of the bartenders. "She's going to be working the bar for a while."
"Glad to have you," he said. "Just make yourself at home and have a ball."
Eve looked about and saw three women seated at spaced intervals along the bar. The gloom was far too thick for her to see if anyone was in the booths; except for the bartenders there was not a man in sight.
"Business looks a lot slower than usual," Rhoda said as she looked about the bar. "Steve, how about giving us a couple of those wine coolers?"
"Coming right up."
"The idea of all this is that you just sit at the bar nursing your drink," Rhoda said, turning to Eve. "Sooner or later somebody will come up. If you like the looks of him, you can suggest a booth. That's where all the action takes place."
"Isn't it sort of hard, doing it in a booth?" Eve asked.
"It's hard to fuck, but it can be done," Rhoda said. "Usually I don't fuck them. That's mostly because I'd rather jack them off or give them a blow job. If you really want to get the guy in your cunt, about the only way you can do it is to kneel over him and even then you've got to push the table back a little. But it can be done. Or, if you want to give him the real treatment, you could take him out in the alleyway and lean up against the wall. Ever get fucked standing up?"
"I've tried it a few times," Eve admitted.
"Great fucking!" Rhoda muttered, licking her lips as she thought of the prospect. "The first time I gave it to Fred, we were in a park and it was raining like nothing you ever saw. We had a blanket but we'd have drowned if we'd tried using it. So he backed me up against an old oak tree and I lifted my skirt and he just about drove me through that damned tree!"
They sat at the bar and talked for several minutes. Then the door to the street opened and a man entered. After looking the place over, he came over to Eve and Rhoda.
"Are you two girls inseparable?" he asked, reaching out to fondle Rhoda's knee. "I'd like to buy one of you a drink."
"No, we were just gabbing," Rhoda said. "Want to go over to a booth?"
"Groovy idea," the man said. "See you later, if you don't mind my taking your friend."
"That's okay," Eve told him. Rhoda flashed her a smile and then led her conquest away into the gloom. Steve went over to them, took their order and brought their drinks.
He need not have bothered, Rhoda quickly decided; the man she was with obviously cared nothing about drink. As soon as they were seated in the booth he laid his hand on her thigh and began caressing her through her stocking.
"You're a fast worker," Rhoda told him, opening her thighs slightly to give him free access to her pussy. "I'll bet you're just the kind of guy I've been looking for."
"What kind of guy is that?"
"The kind that's got one of these," she said, reaching over into his lap and stroking his prick. Even though the tool lay dormant in his trousers, it seemed to have promise of growing into a good-sized prick and she congratulated herself on her luck.
"Hell, everybody's got one of those," the man said.
"I don't," Rhoda told him, "and there are lots of guys that don't have one nearly that big!"
Her praise of his cock, which was only half-sincere, flattered the man's ego and he suggested that she take it out and examine it more closely. At the same time, he slid his hand farther up her thigh, bringing it against the naked, hairy lips of her pussy. He grunted appreciatively and began fingering her clitoris, which had already swelled up and assumed its erectile stance. Rhoda worked her hips against him slowly, adding to the pleasure his finger gave her, and opened his trousers.
The man's prick was semi-erect when she brought it out into the open; her skilled fingers, working the loose skin up and down the thickening shaft, quickly brought it the rest of the way to a full, rigid cockstand. She frigged it slowly, using her hand in a way that intensified the man's desire, and continued to work herself against his own finger.
"Yeah, you're a real gem," he told her as she worked. "Say, you really know how to handle a man's cock! You're gonna have me hard in a minute."
"And then what do I do with it?" she asked in a sly, provocative manner. "What do you want next?"
"Anything you'd like," the man said. "I'd love for you to get this hot little cunt of yours around it, but I don't guess it would be too easy here in this booth."
"No, it wouldn't be easy at all," Rhoda told him. "Do you like the way I'm jacking you off? Or maybe you'd like a nice little blow job, huh? I like to suck dicks, especially when they're big and hard, like this one. And oh my, your balls feel so heavy-I bet you could really shoot a wad of come when you get going!"
"Why don't you find out?" he suggested. "But be careful when I start coming; I don't want to get come all over my suit."
"You won't have to worry about that," Rhoda assured him. "As much as I love that stuff, I'm not likely to waste a drop of it!"
"Okay, go ahead," the man told her. "Do whatever you like."
"I'll go down on you," Rhoda said. "And I'll jack you off at the same time, huh? That way you'll get the best of both ways!" She moved farther away from him so that she could duck down below the edge of the table. This meant that he could no longer finger her pussy but she easily remedied that deficiency; it was simplicity itself for her to caress her clitoris and pussy with one hand while she used the other to frig the man's cock. She fastened her mouth over the big, flaring head and began applying her tongue to the sensitive under portion of his prick, bringing groans of delight from the man.
"Yeah, I knew you'd be good at sucking cock," he murmured, pressing her head down firmly against his bulging prick. "Yeah, you're going to get yourself a real nice mouthful of come!"
Rhoda said nothing, preferring to keep his prick in her mouth, but she frigged him faster with her hand. The man lifted his hips off the booth's seat slightly, plunging more of his cock into her mouth, and she knew that he was close. She strummed her clitoris faster and thrust two fingers into the gaping mouth of her cunt, seeking to bring her own climax about, and then felt the man's prick begin swelling rhythmically. After two leaps, it began shooting a thick, heavy stream of hot come into her mouth and she sucked eagerly, swallowing the semen and shuddering with pleasure as the salty fluid saturated her taste buds with sensual feeling.
Her fingers worked frantically at her cunt and she tightened her legs convulsively about her hand. Over and over she squeezed her hand, forcing it more firmly against her clitoris and the lips of her pussy. Just when she thought that she would not make it at all, she felt her womb tingle suddenly with a rush of sexual feeling and then it burst open, cascading her fingers with the sweet oils of her own orgasm. Rhoda's tongue worked even more frantically about the man's cock, seeking to coax even more sperm from his balls, and she shuddered heavily as her climax pulsed through her body.
"Hey, that was great," the man said after she had removed her mouth from his prick. "And you really ate up that come, didn't you? I knew it, I just knew that you were a real cocksucker!"
"What's the matter, won't your wife suck you off all the way?" Rhoda asked. She felt a slight resentment toward the man now, even though he had just given her a tremendous amount of pleasure, and she wanted him to leave her alone.
"Huh? Nah, she won't eat cock worth a damn," the man said. "But she's a nice sort-that kind of thing doesn't appeal to her."
"It's only the real sluts who'll eat a guy's cock, is that what you mean?" Rhoda asked, her voice sharp and tense.
"I never said that," the man protested. "You didn't have to. Go on if that's the way you feel, go on back to your dear, sweet wife and see if she'll change her mind. She's probably the sort that sucks off the milkman every morning after you've left for the office!"
"Hey, there's no need to get nasty about it," he said. "But I'm leaving, don't you worry about that!"
He stalked away from the table, leaving Rhoda alone. She sat back against the booth and continued to finger her pussy; she had never removed her hand from her slit, not even when arguing with the man. As she slowly fucked herself, she savored the taste of his come. There was still a salty aftertaste in her mouth and the taste, together with the memory of the way his cock had spurted and leaped as she had sucked him to the climax, were enough to give her a very warm, sensual feeling. Rhoda continued to finger her pussy and to remember the man's prick.
CHAPTER SIX
Eve watched Rhoda disappear into the darkness. For a moment she wanted to flee the strange, sinister bar, but she quickly regained control of herself. None of the other women sitting at the bar made any effort to join her. Like herself, they all seemed to prefer solitude. A few men came into the bar but none of them approached her. Two of them sat down at the bar and ordered drinks; one of them sidled up to another of the women, spoke briefly with her and then led her over to a booth.
Just as she was beginning to wonder if perhaps she lacked the looks necessary to make a success out of her venture, the street door opened and a burly Marine captain walked into the room. He took off his cap, peered through the gloom and walked straight over to where Eve was sitting.
"Mind if I sit down?" he asked.
"Glad to have you," she said.
He ordered them both a drink and, as he waited for the bartender to bring the order, gazed contemplatively at her. After a moment he smiled broadly.
"What's the joke?" Eve asked. "I'll laugh too."
"I was promising myself that when I came in here I'd sit down beside the girl closest to the door," the captain told her. "Just to see what would happen, you know. But I never imagined that she'd be so good looking!"
"Thanks," Eve said, blushing in the semi-darkness.
They sat together at the bar for a few minutes, exchanging conversational openings which led nowhere, and then the captain reached out and put his hand on Eve's thigh. She trembled slightly at the contact between his hand and the naked flesh of her thigh but she felt her senses instantly responding to the man's animal magnetism. He moved his hand back and forth, caressing her lightly, and she turned toward him, giving him more access to the insides of her thighs. He ran his hand higher and then brushed a finger against her naked pussy.
"Hey, that's nice," he said in a low tone, flicking his finger into the lips, which had already become puffy and ultra-tender. "You feel so warm, so moist!"
"Yes, I've been thinking that myself," Eve said. "Look, would you like to go over to a booth? It's a little more... secluded over there. We could have a little more privacy."
"Lead the way," the captain told her.
Once they were settled in a booth, the captain took her in his arms and crushed her lips against his. Eve thrust her breasts against his broad, firm chest, bringing an additional thrill to her overworked senses, and again opened her thighs to his questing hand. He settled one finger into the moist, hot slit and began caressing her clitoris with slow, gentle strokes.
"I like the way you do that," she murmured when he took his lips away from her for a moment. "Some men try to rub a girl's clit off but you, you know the right way to do it."
"A nurse I met in Saigon showed me how," he whispered. "She insisted that if I was going to do it, I should learn how to do it the right way."
"I'd say that she taught you very well," Eve replied. "Oh, do you want my breasts out? Let me open up my blouse."
"I'll open it," the captain told her, fumbling with the buttons and laying back the front of the garment. "Great boobs you've got there; the nipples feel like they're made out of fire!"
"Ahh!" Eve groaned with delight when he touched his mouth to one of her nipples. "God, that drives me right out of my mind! Are you trying to bring me off right now?"
"Sure, why not? You'll give as good as you get, won't you?"
"Try me and see," Eve said, settling back against the seat and lifting one leg to drape it along the seat.
The captain sat between her opened thighs and began massaging the lips of her pussy as he mouthed her nipples. Eve held his face to her breast and worked her cunt against his fingers, feeling her tensions mount higher every second. He seized the lips of her pussy between his thumb and forefinger so that he could gently pinch them together; she felt extraordinarily strong tingles of sensual joy course through her body each time he pressed. "Great," she whispered, feeling herself edging ever closer to the orgasmic breaking point. "Just keep it up and I'll come all over your hand! I love to be fingerfucked!"
"I'm your man," he answered. "I love to make a woman come!"
"Do it to me!" Eve muttered tensely. "And then I'll do you. I'll fist-fuck you if you like, or eat your cock. I love to have a big cock in my mouth!"
The captain changed tactics slightly, extending two of his fingers and cramming them into the mouth of Eve's cunt. She gasped with obvious pleasure and humped herself harder into his hand. He worked his fingers in and out of the wet, dripping cunt with practiced skill, teasing her along and deliberately heightening her state of sensual hunger. Then he shifted tactics again. He lowered his hand slightly, so as to insert his thumb into her tight cunt, and then drove one of his fingers-still moist and slippery with the effusions of her overheated cunt-squarely into her asshole!
"Agghh!" Eve gasped, overcome with surprise and a savage joy. "Ooohh!"
It was the first time her asshole had ever been touched in a sensual way and she found herself almost sickened by the sudden rush of feeling which poured out over her body. He thrust his finger deep, keeping his thumb locked in place at the same time, and continued to run his tongue over her distended nipples. Just as she felt her womb tightening up and preparing to loosen a quick discharge of orgasmic fury, he changed his tactics and began biting her nipples. As he gnawed gently at the puffy, swollen tips, which were excruciatingly sensitive to every touch, she pulled his head down hard into her breast and let go with a tremendous surge of climactic frenzy. Over and over her cunt throbbed in the most violent way, giving her pleasures far beyond what she would have expected from an ordinary masturbation.
Again and again her cunt squeezed out its message of savage joy until she was completely drained of every vestige of sensuality. She could feel her nipple throbbing in his mouth; her asshole was clutching at his finger with a series of convulsive movements. He continued to stroke and kiss her until she relaxed and fell into a limp heap.
"Wow!" she muttered weakly. "I've been fucked by experts but I don't know that I ever had a come like that before! I thought you were going to pull my cunt right out of my body!"
"I like to feel a woman come," he told her.
"I'll bet you like to make it too," she replied. "And you will, just as soon as I can get some strength back. What do you like? A hand job? Or would you rather that I sucked you off? I'd be glad to give you a fuck, of course, but these booths aren't really made for that."
"How about a little of both?" he suggested. "I mean, a little hand job and then a sucking too? That's a real nice way to go."
"I'll just bet it is," Eve said. "All right, I'll give it a try. My, I feel sexier already, just by talking about it!"
"That's the girl," he said. "Here, I'll make things easier for you and get it out for you."
He opened up the jacket of his uniform and then unzipped his fly. Eve could not see his hands but she knew that he was bringing out his cock and she found herself wildly eager to feel it, to measure its length and to taste its surface against her lips and tongue.
"Ah, that's a nice one," she said when he had placed her hand upon it. "And it's already hard for me! I won't even have to bring you up to a cockstand!"
"It's been over six months since I've had a woman," he told her. "I don't think you'll have much trouble at all. In fact, I could barely hold it back when I felt you start to come."
"Oh, I'll do you a bang-up job," Eve promised, moving around so that she could He down in the seat and get her mouth close to his cock. "I'll make this a real welcome home treat for you!"
She could tell that his cock was a big one, perhaps even the size of Bob's massive pussy plunger. The thought of her husband unsettled her for a moment but then she reflected that if he could take time out from his work to plunge his prick into some willing female, then it was only right that she take the prick of a total stranger into her mouth. She skinned the head free of its foreskin and brought her lips down close to the big tool. Her nostrils picked up a man-scent, a mixture of sweat and sex, and her senses registered the erotic smell.
Eve made a fist around the prick, holding it just behind the head, and fitted her lips over the bulging tip. Its satiny-smooth surface slid easily into her lips, though she had to open her mouth to the widest to accommodate its huge girth; he was every bit as well hung as Bob, she decided. From the way he was thrusting his cock into her hands and mouth, he must have been exceptionally horny too. Her mouth provided enough lubrication to allow the thick tool to slide back and forth easily in her grasp and she began running her tongue around the big, flaring edge of his cock each time he thrust it into her mouth. He held the back of her head, keeping her close, and fucked her hands and mouth with a steady, determined beat.
"Ugghh!" he grunted, tensing every muscle in his body and lifting up to shove his cock even deeper into her mouth.
Eve recognized that he was about to come and she began whipping her hand up and down the long, thick shaft of his cock, seeking to bring his climax about more quickly and to intensify it, if that was possible. She felt her own pussy begin tingling and throbbing and for a moment she thought that she would involuntarily come as soon as she felt his cock begin spitting the thick, hot cream into her mouth. It was not to be, however. He showered her mouth and throat with come, pumping jets of salty cream into her mouth for what seemed to be an eternity, but Eve felt her own climax slipping away. She swallowed the manly dose of love dew quickly, gulping it down hungrily and trying with all her might to get even more of the thick, viscous stuff out of his cock. At last she gave up, recognizing that his balls had no more to give her, and sat up in the booth.
"Great day in the morning," the captain groaned, settling back against the back of his seat. "I've been sucked off by some of the hottest girls in the world but I never felt my balls act like that before!"
"Ah, I told you I'd do it good for you," Eve said, feeling a little glow of womanly pride when she heard his words of praise. "I just love to take a big, hard cock in my mouth and suck it dry!"
"You sure did," he agreed. "Okay, for doing it that well, I guess I owe you something else. Look, it's been ages since I've felt a woman's pussy against my face. And I just love the taste of a hot, ripe cunt. Why don't you lean back there and let me eat your cunt for a while?"
"If you say so," Eve agreed, desperately eager to feel him tongue her cunt. "I love that too."
She arranged herself so that she could draw up her knees and spread them wide enough for him to get his face between her thighs. He bent forward, feeling in the darkness for her pussy, and then began kissing the flesh surrounding the fragrant, juicy slit. Eve recognized that he was teasing her along, preparing her for another mind-blinding orgasm, and cooperated by remembering the most exciting scenes she could recall from her sexual life.
When she felt his finger dip briefly into her cunt, she almost suggested that he remove it and insert it into her asshole but then she decided that it would be too awful to ask for such an unusual caress. To her surprise, she found that he intended using his tongue on that orifice; she tensed her body when she felt his tongue probing into the tender opening and shuddered with a violence that surprised even her. He then transferred his finger to the opening and plunged it in, bringing another groan of delight from her throat.
"Eat it!" she whispered, reaching down to press his face against her pussy. "I'm so close, I can almost feel it right now!"
He obliged her, shooting out his tongue in a quick, darting way that made her clitoris throb heavily. His tongue penetrated her cunt far deeper than she expected; it seemed that his tongue was almost as long as his cock! When he brought his tongue out and flicked it over her clitoris, she could not restrain herself any longer. The climax began in the depths of her womb and slowly moved down into her cunt, filling her with exquisite sensations and taking her breath away with its sullen, fierce strength. She groaned, biting her lips to keep, from crying out in anguish when the orgasm reached its peak. He continued to suck and tongue her pussy and cunt until he was satisfied that she had extracted the last possible twinge of feeling from her body.
"Oohh, I've been wanting that for a day or two," Eve muttered thickly. "I wish now that there were space here to fuck-if you can use your cock the way you use your tongue and your hand, you'd probably leave me dead!"
They talked for a few more minutes and then the captain began fastening his jacket. It appeared that he had an appointment later that afternoon and that he could not avoid keeping it. He wanted to know when Eve would be back in the bar but she admitted that she did not know when she would return. He then suggested that they meet outside the bar at some time that would be convenient; she vetoed this, since she did not want to meet men at any place other than the Black Cat.
"Just look around for me," Eve said when she had convinced him of her sincerity. "We don't want this to develop into anything permanent anyway."
She watched him leave and then she went back to her spot at the bar after arranging her blouse. Rhoda was back at their spot and welcomed her with a concerned glance.
"Are you all right?" she said, looking closely at Eve. "I heard some of the damnedest groans coming out of that booth that I ever heard, but I didn't know whether it was you or not."
"I was probably the one," Eve admitted. "Oh, I had a fine time, I'm here to tell you!"
"Why don't we talk about it on the way home?" Rhoda suggested. "I've got to be back by four-thirty so we ought to be breaking ground in that direction."
Eve agreed and they went out to Rhoda's car. She drove them through the park, where they stopped to change their clothes and to become, once again, the modishly dressed, upper-middle class housewives that they were. As they drove away from the bar, Rhoda briefly described the man who had taken her to the booth and what she had done to him.
"And yours? What was he like?"
"Terrific!" Eve replied, still awed by the expertise he had displayed in satisfying her lusts. "First he fingerfucked me till I thought sure I was going to go out of my head. It was odd- he put his thumb in my cunt and a finger in my asshole-I was sure that I'd disturb the entire bar, it felt so good."
"Oh? Is that the first time you've ever had any action there? In your ass, I mean?"
"Absolutely! Bob's never touched me there. I've heard about women who like to get fucked in the ass and of course I know about the men who do that sort of thing. But I never imagined that it would be so good!"
"That's a great way to screw," Rhoda said. "Fred fucks my ass about half the time, I suppose.
It's sure a nice form of birth control!"
"I never thought about it that way," Eve admitted. "And then I jacked him off and sucked him at the same time, the same as you did with your guy. Finally he ended it by getting me down and just eating my cunt till I was sure it would melt and run down his chin! He had a tongue like you never saw before!"
"Sounds like you really scored big," Rhoda said. "Sometimes it's like that; you get a guy who just makes your cunt and clit sing the Spanish Fandango! But then there are other times and you end up wishing you'd stayed home. Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed your first time. Maybe you'll try it again some time."
"I think I probably will try it again," Eve said, remembering the way her body had vibrated and hummed when the captain had fingered and tongued her. "Yes, I wouldn't be surprised if I were to show up there again in the not too distant future."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rhoda delivered Eve to her home and then drove herself home. As she drove she savored the pleasure she had experienced; the result of her reflections was that she arrived at her own home in a very excited condition. She noticed that Fred, her husband, had already arrived home and had left his car out of the garage.
"How was the afternoon?" he asked when she came into the bedroom, where he lay naked upon the bed.
"Pretty good," she said, eyeing his limp prick and his massive, distended balls with pleasure. "I got picked up by an executive type; he was looking for a really cheap slut to do things he wanted but wouldn't let his wife do."
Rhoda began undressing as she talked. She kept her eyes upon Fred's cock, which had begun to grow slightly as soon as she came into the room.
"Pretty well hung?" Fred asked, reaching down to take his cock in his fingers and beginning to stretch the foreskin back over the tool's broad head.
"Not bad," she replied, peeling off her bra and massaging her nipples with her fingers. "Fairly thick; it might have been interesting if we could have gotten in a position to fuck."
"Oh? You didn't let him in your cunt?"
"He didn't show any interest," Rhoda replied, peeling off her panties and tossing them aside. "And I doubt if I'd have let him anyway; I wanted to keep my cunt for you!"
She came closer to the bed and began massaging the lips of her pussy. Fred's eyes were glued to the spot where her fingers sought the dainty, girlish lips and pressed them together. She dug a finger into her cunt, testing herself for wetness; the finger emerged glistening with her oils of excitement.
"Why don't you come over here and get it hard for me?" Fred suggested, continuing to fondle his cock.
The tool had grown out to nearly its full length, some six or seven inches, but still lacked the essential rigidity necessary to its being used in a sexual way. Rhoda climbed up onto the bed and knelt over his loins, placing herself so that she could reach down and bring his cock into close contact with her pussy. Her fingers sought the limp dick and she began rubbing the naked, pink head into the lips of her pussy. She continued to talk as she rubbed Fred against herself.
"All he wanted really was just a blow job," she said, smiling with pleasure as his prick brought her closer to the peak of her desire. "And you know how I love to suck dick! I just opened him up and got that thing in my mouth. Ah, he was hard and hot when I got my lips on him; no taste of cunt so I suppose he hadn't had himself a piece of ass in a while. I held him with my hand so I could jack him off at the same time that I was sucking him. He seemed to like that; I don't think anyone had ever given him both at the same time."
"You do that real well," Fred told her. "Yes, you really know how to suck and fistfuck!"
"That's just what I gave this guy," Rhoda said. "I really got steamed up there for a minute-he was fucking his cock up into my mouth and I was licking him for all I was worth. I was fingerfucking myself too and just having a fine time of it all. When he let loose with his come, I thought for a minute I was going to lose some of it; he really had himself a set of balls and they were just packed to the brim with come!"
Rhoda looked down to check the state of her handiwork. She saw that Fred's cock had reached the full growth and was now hard enough to be slipped into her cunt. Its surface glistened wetly with the cunty oils she had placed on it and she scrambled off him in haste. Bending down, she took the distended organ into her mouth; the taste of her own cunt upon its head and shaft made it far more exciting to her and she sucked it with passionate abandon.
"Yeah, you can really suck dick," Fred groaned, holding her head in place and working his cock in and out of her mouth. "I love the way you wrap your tongue around it!"
"Just wait till you see the way I wrap my cunt around it," Rhoda purred, lifting her head and looking back at him. "Come on, honey, I want to feel it going all the way in!"
She fell over onto her back and lifted her knees until she could slip her forearms behind her knees. Holding herself thus open, she watched with bright, glistening eyes as Fred turned around and prepared to mount her. His cock, stiff and bristling with desire, reared out from his loins as if it could not wait to get into her cunt. He positioned himself, placing the prick's head in the gaping lips of her cunt, and then leaned over her, driving the tool into the mouth of her cunt.
"Ahh, that's wonderful," Rhoda sighed, feeling her flesh close tightly around him. "Yeah, that's the way it ought to be done."
Her position had been carefully chosen. By lifting her legs to such an extreme degree, she was able to constrict the rim of her cunt and thus make herself much more sensitive to the penetrating presence of Fred's stiff cock. He drove it down into her body, bearing down heavily and bringing yelps of approval from his wife's lips. She encouraged him with bawdy phrases and grunts of animal satisfaction, as well as with short, jabbing lunges of her hips that made her cunt slip around him in an exciting fashion.
"Hah! Oohh!" she grunted, wincing as the pleasure shot outward from her cunt. "Yeah, that's fucking! Agghh!"
Her excitement quickly mounted and even before Fred had sheathed the totality of his prick in her cunt, she felt her womb turn flip flops and begin generating orgasmic surges. Over and over she writhed against him, still holding her legs high and yelping as her cunt drummed out a long, soothing climax. Fred held his prick deep in her cunt, allowing her to feel the entire length of the organ; he did not begin pistoning it back and forth as most men do when placed in a similar situation.
Rhoda continued to groan and sob as her cunt pulsed. Her face was contorted into a livid mask of lust by the violent sensations emanating from her loins; her breath whistled through her teeth. She gripped her knees hard and ground her rump in little circular motions so that she could rub his cock into every portion of her cunt. His balls hung heavily against her asshole, covering it and touching her in one of her most sensitive spots.
"Man, that's fucking!" she whispered as soon as the climax had ceased. "You really know how to make a woman's cunt stand up and take notice of you!"
Fred said nothing. Instead, he hooked his own arms behind Rhoda's knees, extending them to the bed so that she could release her own grip upon them. She relaxed slightly and reached down to her pussy, which still held his cock in a firm, sensual grasp. She fondled the lips of her pussy for a moment, rubbing them against the hard shaft of his prick, and then ran one finger into her cunt. She had to force the finger inside, since his prick had already dilated the opening to a considerable degree, but she persisted and got the finger into her juicy opening.
Then she removed the finger and spread the rich, musky oil it had collected onto her asshole. After she had coated the outer portion of the puckered brown ring, she took Fred's cock in her fingers and squeezed him tightly. He eased his prick out of her cunt, pulling it away from her until it was free, and then lowered himself slightly. The cock, bright and shiny with her cunty effusions, now aimed straight at the mouth of her asshole.
"This is going to be the greatest," she whispered, rubbing the head against her ass. "I can feel it already; I just know I'm going to come all over the place. And you, you're getting ready for it too!"
"You know it," he agreed. "Come on, put me inside your ass. I want to fuck you again!"
"And I want to get fucked again," Rhoda said. "There, it's placed just right. Now all you have to do is shove it up my ass!"
She had done exactly as she said. Fred's cock, still bulging with lustful excitement, rested squarely against the rim of her asshole. Rhoda kept one hand on the tool to guide it home; she used the other to stroke her clitoris. Fred bore down heavily and his prick knifed inside the taut, muscular opening she had prepared for him. Rhoda gasped at the sudden dart of pain but her fingers remained firmly placed on his cock; she would have died rather than remove the prick from her ass. Once the head had burrowed into the tiny opening and the tool was placed securely, she lifted her hand upward and gave his balls a final stroke.
"Yes, they're full of come," she breathed, looking up at him with adoration. "And I'm going to get every bit of it up my ass!"
Rhoda now used both hands to stimulate her pussy. She hooked both her index fingers into the mouth of her cunt, driving them deep and taking a secure hold upon the well fucked, juicy crevice. Her thumbs met on either side of her clitoris so that she could, simply by pressing them lightly together, deliver the most violent caresses to that extra sensitive portion of her body. Her index fingers began working, prying the mouth of her cunt open and then relaxing their pressure to allow the opening to close up again. Over and over she pried herself apart and then allowed her cunt to resume its normal shape. Occasionally her thumbs would flicker, delivering light strokes to her swollen clitoris; each of those strokes brought a shuddering gasp of pleasure to her lips.
Fred was driving himself deeper into her ass with slow, steady pressure; his cock was almost halfway into the tense opening. Rhoda could feel him with exquisite acuteness. Every bump, every ridge on the surface of his swollen cock transmitted itself to her nervous system with painful, throbbing awareness. She held herself very still, awaiting his drive with every muscle tense and alert for the impending explosion. Fred drove himself deep, sheathing every inch of his cock in her ass. He paused only when the dark, crinkly fur surrounding the base of his prick was rubbing the skin around her asshole. "It's in!" Rhoda gasped, blinking rapidly as her tear ducts worked overtime with tears of pleasure. "I've got it all in my ass! Now, darling, now let go with a fuck and let me feel everything you've got!"
Fred grunted his acquiescence and began working the tool in and out of her ass. Rhoda gripped his arms with her legs and began answering his driving thrusts with circular motions of her rump. These caused his cock to move around inside her rectum in a way that brought even sharper cries of joy to her lips. Again and again she heaved her rump across the bed and each time she felt her orgasm building up to a higher peak.
Fred's balls quivered with lust and he worked his prick in and out of her ass at a progressively more rapid pace, seeking to find the combination of sensations that would trigger his own climax. He knew that as soon as his prick began quivering and spurting streams of hot, sticky come into her ass, she would respond with a tremendous orgasm, one that far surpassed any she could achieve in any other fashion.
"Agghh!" he shouted, suddenly finding himself poised on the brink of sensual delirium. "I've got it! It's coming!"
He began to fuck even faster, shoving his prick far down into her ass at every stroke and bringing yelps of pained delight to her lips. Again and again he drove himself against her rump, sending his cock shooting deep into her flesh and showering her with a steady spray of heated semen. Rhoda's fingers tore frantically at her cunt and her thumbs held her clitoris in a death grip, adding to the delirious joy that poured out from her loins. She shrieked with delight, mouthing incoherent phrases that perfectly registered her intense sensual delight at the sensations she was feeling.
When Fred ceased his thrusting, he could do no more than weakly lower himself down to the bed beside her. Rhoda turned onto her side to face him; she was clutching his rapidly dwindling prick in an effort to keep it inside her ass. They lay together for a long time, saying nothing, but enjoying the feel of each other. Fred's cock quickly lost both its stiffness and its size and slipped from her ass, despite her efforts to keep it enclosed; she lay still and luxuriated in the feeling of his semen, still hot, pouring out of her anus and flowing down onto her thighs and pussy. She caught up some of the viscous cream in her fingers and massaged it into the tender lips of her pussy; by the time she finished, the thick fur surrounding the slit was matted with blobs of sperm. Rhoda removed her hands reluctantly and cuddled up close to Fred, who was already asleep.
Eve had wandered through her house in a daze after getting out of Rhoda's car. It was as if she had never seen the rooms and furniture before, so complete was her sense of wonder and satisfaction with what she had done. Sighing wearily, she plopped down onto the couch and threw aside the blouse, skirt and pumps she had bought for her "disguise". Then, fearing that Bob might return at an unexpectedly early hour, she took the garments into her bedroom and hid them in the bottom of a drawer containing her winter sweaters. She decided that a shower might be in order, especially since her repeated orgasms had left her thighs and belly thickly coated with her abundant love oils, but then she decided against it. It would be only fitting, she thought, if Bob were to have to eat her pussy or perhaps fuck it while it was still coated with pussy drip aroused by another man.
"I'll bet Rhoda's getting ready for a good time with Fred," she said to herself. "Isn't that strange, that he can't get it up unless she's been with another man? Gee, I'd love to see them fucking! In fact, I guess I'd like to see just about anybody fucking! Or maybe he'll give it to her in the ass-I must remember that and see if I can't get Bob to do it to me that way. As big as his cock is, I shouldn't be surprised if he fucked me right into a trance!"
She puttered around the house, not wanting to start anything but being unable to sit still. Finally she determined that she would prepare the dinner and she set about the task. She was still in the kitchen when Bob arrived. He found her bending over the stove and came up behind her, working his loins into her rump in a suggestive manner.
"I'd love to have a little of that," she told him, "but this roast will be coming out in ten or fifteen minutes."
"Damn, that won't do at all," he said, patting her hip affectionately. "I'm going to need an hour or two to get all of it out of my system!"
"How about giving me a little appetizer?" she suggested, lifting up her dress and exposing the panties covering her rump and love mound. "I'll pull my panties down and you can just run it up my cunt a little, just enough to let me know what I've got to look forward to."
Bob indicated complete agreement with her suggestion and Eve did exactly what she said. She tugged her panties down until they were midway down her thighs and she bent far over at the waist, thrusting her livid, full-lipped pussy back between her thighs. Bob looked down at the delicious, fur-rimmed slit and immediately dropped to his knees behind her.
"It looks good enough to eat," he told her, pressing his face forward and touching his lips to the fragrant, cunt-encrusted fold of flesh. "Mmm!"
Eve shuddered with pleasure as his tongue burrowed into her slit, dipping up the rich juices which her repeated excitement had left there. She took a grim satisfaction in remembering the way the captain had fingered and tongued that slit; the fact that her husband was now licking the same flesh gave her an added thrill.
"Better not get too much of that," she told him. "I'm serious about that roast. How about giving just a little prick to me?"
Bob leaped to his feet and tore open the fly of his trousers. His cock had already grown to its full size and he brandished it before the lips of his wife's pussy. He had to stretch his feet far apart in order to get low enough to drive the heavy tool up her cunt but he did so, spearing her upon its rigid length and bringing a low wail of pleasure to her lips. Eve thrust her hips against him and wiggled, causing his cock to move about in a way that caused her even greater pleasure.
Bob would gladly have left his prick in her cunt until it had exploded into a gushing fountain of sperm but Eve pulled away after enjoying it for a moment. She pulled up her panties and adjusted her dress, then turned to him and knelt down to take the prick into her mouth. The sweet, cunty taste inflamed her senses and, she could tell, was making him intensely eager to complete their lovemaking. Again she pulled away from his prick, however, and left him stabbing empty air.
"No, I'd love to have it all," she said, "but let's get dinner out of the way first. Then we'll have a lot of time and we can do whatever we want."
Bob sighed regretfully and stuffed his cock back into his trousers. He poured them both a drink and they sipped while waiting for the dinner to finish cooking. Throughout the meal, Eve noticed, he had difficulty in pursuing a coherent conversational line; she supposed that the difficulty was due to his excited condition.
"All right," she said as they finished their coffee and pushed away from the table, "let's go to bed now. I've been thinking about it all though the meal and I'm ready for you!"
"Meal? What meal?" he asked, feigning a blank look. "Have we been having dinner?"
Eve laughed and took him by the hand. They lost no time in getting into the bedroom, where they quickly stripped. Once he had removed his underwear, she went to her husband and stood in front of him, totally naked. She took his cock, which had already swelled out to its huge size and girth, and tucked it between her thighs, adjusting the instrument so that it rubbed against the lips of her pussy.
"I've been wanting to feel something like that all day," she murmured, twisting her body around and wiggling against the hard, hot rod.
"I was hoping you might use it for internal relief."
"I've got that in mind," she said, stepping back and falling onto the bed, legs spread wide. "How about it? Try your luck at hitting the target!"
Bob paused for a moment, eyeing the meaty slit blossoming between her thighs. The full, darkly colored lips, puffy and swollen with desire, beckoned hungrily. As Eve pressed her thighs even further apart, the lips opened gradually to reveal the jagged, moon-shaped opening of her cunt. Bob stretched out over her and Eve caught his cock in her hand, guiding it up the juicy opening. She kept her hand around his prick as she fitted it into place and frigged him gently.
"How about that?" she whispered, wincing with delight at the feeling his prick imparted to her pussy. "What if I were to jack you off at the same time that you were fucking me?"
"Sounds great," Bob replied, straining to force the head of his prick through her fist and into her cunt. "Why not let me drive it home first? Just enough to get it slick, so it'll slide back and forth in your hand? That ought to make it a lot better."
Eve pulled her hand away and he thrust his cock home, splitting her cunt apart with one quick, desperate lunge. The piercing sensation, so full of delight and erotic pleasure, brought a gasp to her lips and she thrust back at him with a quick flip of her hips. Bob withdrew his prick entirely and it flopped free of her cunt; Eve seized it again and fastened a firm grip upon it. She guided the head into place again and this time she kept her fist wrapped tightly around the bulging head.
When Bob leaned forward, his prick-slippery with the lubricant provided by her heated cunt-slipped easily through her tight grip and plunged into the mouth of her cunt. He drove deeper, as far as her hand would let him go, and then pulled back, bringing the head of his cock out of the tight, hot grip of her cunt.
"How's that?" she muttered, feeling her own passions mount rapidly. "Does that give you a nice feeling?"
"Love it!" Bob gasped, driving forward again. "Just keep it up!"
Again and again he lunged in and out of her dual grasp, driving his heavy prick back and forth. Eve kept her fist knotted tightly around the prick, knowing that her hand was adding to his pleasure, and dug the heel of her hand into her pussy's lips. The pressure of her hand, together with the plunging, piercing sensations she received from Bob's cock, were enough to bring her passions bubbling to a steady boil. She felt her loins tense up expectantly and knew that the climax would not be slow in arriving.
"Hurry!" she gasped, twisting her body restlessly and thrusting her cunt up to meet his prick. "I feel it; I feel it getting ready! Hurry, darling; I want to feel your come shooting all over me!"
Bob needed no urging. His balls were already aflame with lust and Eve's words gave him the last nudge toward the explosion. Drawing himself far out of her cunt and almost out of her fist, he paused for a second and then lunged down once more. His prick had begun to spurt out a thick jet of steamy sperm when he had paused and the first jets drenched her hand with the sticky, viscous cream.
He continued to thrust into her and his prick entered the mouth of her cunt, still spewing out the hot stream of semen. Eve cried with joy when she felt the spray drench the tender inner surfaces of her cunt; she pulled her hand out from between their loins and clasped him tightly. Her legs pulled him in closer and he drove forward until every inch of his prick was buried in her trembling flesh. She lifted her loins slightly, rubbing her tingling clitoris against his pubic hair and shuddering as her orgasm poured out of her cunt. "Marvelous," she whispered into his ear when her nerves had ceased their jangling. "That was just as good as any girl could ever hope for!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Even though he had found Sue Bryan fascinating and had enjoyed his visit with her, Bob Drumm could not return to her apartment as soon as he would have liked. His business consumed every minute of his daylight hours, as well as more of the evenings than either he or Eve would have liked, and he had to work his way out from under the backlog which had piled up.
There were times when he resolved that he would stay away from the lascivious, wanton creature which Sue had proved to be. He did not enjoy deceiving his wife, but whenever he thought of Sue's tough-minded attitude toward sex, of her long, tightly gripping thighs and of her extraordinary hungers, all thoughts of Eve vanished immediately. Finally, almost a week after his first encounter with her, he looked up one noon to find his appointment book for the coming afternoon empty. Without hesitating he picked up the phone and dialed her apartment.
Sue answered and said that she would be glad to see him that afternoon. In fact, she added, she had considered throwing some business his way and wanted to see him for business as well as personal reasons. Bob said that he would be there within the half-hour and immediately left his office. Sue was at the apartment door when he arrived; she was wearing a cotton batiste man's shirt and nothing else.
"That's a nice greeting gown," he said, eyeing the dark rings of her nipples through the filmy cotton.
"It's a morning coat," she said, smiling and pulling him into the apartment. "Except I wear it into the afternoon sometimes too."
The shirt's front flapped open, showing him that she wore absolutely nothing under it. The dark triangle located at the apex of her thighs beckoned him hungrily and he put out a hand to ruffle the thick, curly fur. She moved toward him, running herself up on his hand and bringing his finger into closer contact with the warm, moist lips of her pussy.
"It's handy for greeting visitors too," she added, spreading her legs slightly and rubbing herself against him with luxuriant ease. "Especially if they're the horny kind of visitor- that's the only kind I like!"
Bob remained close to her as he began undressing. She opened his trousers and brought out his prick; the tool was already half-stiff and her fingers quickly brought it the rest of the way up to firmness. She frigged him idly while he pulled off most of his clothes.
"That's the nice thing about having a guy that's so well hung," she mused. "Wherever you put it, you know you've got yourself a real stud!"
"Speaking of that," he said, stepping out of his underwear and tossing the garment aside, "you said something the other time I was here. Something about maybe getting it in your ass, except you were too sore."
"I'm not too sore now," she promised, her eyes lighting up with added interest. "Why? Do you like to hump it to a girl that way?"
"I hate to have to admit a thing like this, but I've never tried it," Bob said. "It sounds like a great idea but I just don't know what it's like."
Sue looked at him, stunned into silence.
"Do you mean to say that with a prong like that you've never had a woman ask you to fuck her up the ass?" she demanded, a tone of shocked incredulity coloring her voice. "Lord, with a tool like that, you could drive a woman right out of her mind if you put it in her rear!"
"Is it that much more sensitive?" Bob asked. "I mean, that much more sensitive than your cunt?"
"Man, you're going to get another bit of education," Sue promised, grinning broadly. "I'll show you just what I mean and when we get through I'll bet I've made a believer out of you! Come on, let's get to bed and teach you some lessons!" She seized his hand and led him into the bedroom. Reaching into a drawer of the nightstand beside her, she drew out a tube of lubricant. She beckoned Bob over to her and she anointed his cock with the clear gel, spreading it over every inch of his tool and then dabbing a small amount of the stuff onto her anus. She lay on her back to do so and Bob caught a clear view of the target: small, brown and puckered, it lay between the proudly swelling mounds of her hips like a tiny, wizened flower. He felt his blood begin pounding through his veins faster as the thought of penetrating that opening sent little erotic thrills coursing through his body.
"Are you sure I can get my cock in that?" he asked. "It looks awfully small to me."
"That's part of the beauty of doing it this way," she said, wiping the gel off her fingers and rolling over to assume a kneeling posture. Her rump was poised high in the air and invited his loving attention. "It sort of hurts a little, especially when the guy's a bull like you. But after a minute or two you forget about it hurting and all you know then is that incredible feeling it gives you. I'm telling you, the cunt is sensitive but the ass is ten times as tender!"
"And you want me just to get up behind you and drive it home? Is that the idea?"
"Exactly! Just like I were a bitch in heat and you were the biggest dog in town! Once we get it in me, I'll stretch out and lie down; we'll finish it up that way. But I've got to be like this to get it in " me.
Bob bellied up to her buttocks, prick at present arms, and aimed the thick head of the tool into the tiny ring she had designated as the bull's eye. He wondered, if his cock would possibly go into that small opening but he was determined to try. Sue groaned heartily when she felt the prick judge against the rim of her anus.
"Ah, it's going to be a groove," she muttered thickly. "I can feel it already; I just know it's going to be a total blast! Go ahead and run it inside. You might have to push a little at first and I might yell out but don't pay any attention-just keep shoving the cock to me. It'll go in if you shove hard enough."
"All right," Bob said. "Hold on. Here I go!"
He held his prick in place with one hand and steadied himself by holding onto her hip with the other. Sue's ass provided some stout resistance for a moment or two, stubbornly refusing to open up for him, but he remembered that she had told him to press on regardless. He thrust forward again, increasing the pressure upon her ass, and then felt the taut anal sphincter give way slowly. His cock slid inside her ass slowly, spreading the opening to the utmost and bringing a sharp yip of pained awareness to her lips. He could tell from the explosive, gasping character of her breathing that she was experiencing severe pain, but her groans of savage pleasure also told him that she would not have missed the experience for anything.
"The worst of it's over," she gasped, looking back at him with a flash of desperate joy in her big eyes. "From now on it's just pure gravy!"
"You're so tight," he said. "I don't see how you stand it!"
"If you could feel what I'm feeling right now, you'd know how I could put up with the hurting," she told him. "Hang on tight, baby, I'm going to stretch out. Come on down with me and then you can start working it in as far as it'll go."
Bob kept his prick solidly sheathed in her ass and followed her to the bed. When she was prone and she had gotten her legs outside his, she reached down with both hands to manipulate her pussy.
"This way I can get a come going in both holes," she said with a lewd chortle. "And when I start to make it, just look out! Anything can happen! Come on, baby, start doing your well-digger's act!"
Bob seized her shoulders, giving himself ample leverage, and began thrusting his cock deeper into her ass. Her flesh gave way reluctantly as he exerted more and more pressure. Each thrusting jab brought another cry of total pleasure from her throat and by the time he had driven three-fourths of the tool into her, she was sobbing and crying constantly. The tone of her cries, however, was that of a woman being driven to the limits of sensual feeling. Bob continued to work his prick in and out of the tight hole she had offered him.
Sue's hips clenched over and over, causing the mouth of her ass to grip at his prick in a way that excited him all the more. He felt his balls give the signal and drove forward as far as he could, driving his prick between Sue's buttocks with a wild lunge that brought another wailing cry to her lips. She knew what his charge meant and thrust herself against him eagerly, trying as best as she could to help him along. Her fingers dug deep into her cunt, bringing additional pleasure to her throbbing flesh.
Bob's prick picked up every flicker of orgasmic feeling which her cunt generated. His own climax, spurting deep and long, added to her pleasure and brought additional moans of frenzied joy from deep in her throat. She gasped out her delight and begged for more, even after his prick had ceased to gush forth with semen and after her own climax had begun to ebb away. He lay quietly on her body, shaken to the core by the sensual violence which they had aroused and set free in each other.
"Sometimes it seems like the come will just tear me apart," she whispered after a long silence. "That was one of those times. Gee, I feel like I've been put through the wringer!"
"It was even better than you said," Bob muttered, rolling off her with a groan. "I wouldn't have believed a woman could come like that."
"I wouldn't either until I had a guy take my cherry about six years ago," she told him. "I'd always had a lot of fun just doing it the straight way, or maybe going down on a guy, but when I got his cock up my ass, I knew that this was the way for me!"
"Are all women that way? I mean, do they like it as much as you do?"
"What do I know about all the other women in this world?" she said with an indifferent shrug. "Some of them do and some of them don't, that's all I know. Maybe those that don't say they don't because they've been taught that it's a bad way of making it, I don't know. Why? Doesn't your wife dig it? I guess not, if you've never balled that way before."
"No, we've never done it that way," Bob had to admit. "I don't know that I ever thought about it much."
He felt a sudden rush of discomfort at the thought of Eve and for a moment he wanted to get up and leave Sue. Her hand stole over to his loins and fastened around his cock; any thought he had of leaving evaporated when he felt her strong, capable fingers begin toying with his prick.
"Let's lay here for a while and get our strength back," she suggested. "And then maybe a shower? You like to shower with a girl? That's always a lot of fun." Bob agreed and after a short rest they went into the bathroom. They naturally indulged in a variety of byplay as they lathered and rinsed each other A and the result was that Bob's prick again swung up to the ready mark.
"That's really something," Sue marveled, taking the thick tool in her hands. "I'm really wild about this big pussy sticker!"
She held him close to her stomach, aiming the prick up between them. Her hands, slick with soap, slid easily up and down the shaft of the bulging prick and Bob soon found himself working up and down in her grasp. For a moment it looked as though she was going to retain her grip until he again shot a stream of come into the air, but then she released him and stepped back into the spray of the shower head.
"No, I don't want to do it that, way," she said, shaking her head. "Let's get rinsed off and go back to bed. I know of a better way to do it to you."
Bob complied with her suggestion, willing to allow her to take the lead. They rinsed themselves, dried and returned to the rumpled bed. A big, dark spot of wetness showed where his sperm had drained from her ass and spotted the cover.
"That doesn't matter," she said, dismissing the stain with a wave of her hand. "If I don't change the bed, it'll be there to remind me of that banging you gave me a while ago."
"But what about now?" he asked, curious as to her intentions.
"I'd like to try something I've heard about. Suppose you get on me and sock that big thing to me for a while. And just before you get ready to shoot that cream, pull it out and let me finish you with my hand. I love to feel a guy going off in my hand-it's one of the sexiest things in the world!"
"That sounds good to me," Bob said, poising himself to plunge between her thighs.
Before he did so, however, he caught another glimpse of the dark, moist lips of her pussy and acted upon a sudden impulse. Bending down, he took them into his own lips and chewed them gently, bringing approving sighs from Sue's lips. She held his head in place as he kissed and tongued her slit, dipping deep to bring up the rich, musky oil which her passionate body had generated in generous quantities.
"Eating pussy is fine," she said, pulling his face away and bringing him farther up her body, "but there comes a time when a girl has to have that full feeling. And there's only one way to get that!"
Bob knew exactly how to give her the feeling she wanted. He stretched himself out over her, positioning his knees between her and allowing her to guide his prick into the fevered slit lying just below her love mound. Looking down, he saw the thick bulk of his tool disappearing below the rise of that fur-covered rise and felt the moist warmth of her flesh closing around him.
"You're tighter than ever," he gasped in surprise.
"It was that fuck up the ass," she whispered, locking her feet behind his legs and beginning a weaving, bobbing motion with her hips. "It always makes my cunt swell up inside. Ahh, just like that, baby! Just lie there for a minute and let me fuck myself on that cock!"
Bob saw that she was doing just that. Although he was not moving an inch, she was able to lift up her hips and force the mouth of her cunt onto the shaft of his prick. By twisting her hips from side to side she could rub the broad, flaring head into the walls of her cunt; each twist brought an explosive gasp of pleasure to her lips.
"You like to see me fuck?" she muttered between gasps. "You ought to see a movie I've got around here-it really shows the action good!"
Bob wondered what kind of woman she was, that she would keep movies of herself engaged in sexual action of this sort. She did not have that diamond-hard brightness that had characterized the two or three call girls he had met, but he could think of no other way in which she could have acquired the total mastery of the sexual act which she seemed to display so easily.
"Be sure and let me know when you're ready to shoot," she told him. "I really have a wanting to feel you coming on my belly!"
"Ill remember," he promised. "I'd like to feel that too!"
Despite the rampant sensuality crackling in the air between them, Bob felt no urgency about hurrying to his orgasm. The feeling of Sue's cunt, warm and moistly tight, slipping up and down the length of his prick pleased him immensely, but it did not make him want to come. He worked his prick in and out of her for two or three minutes, varying the depth of his penetration and swinging his hips from side to side in order to provide them both with a variety of delicious sensations. "What's the matter?" she asked after a time. "Don't feel like coming yet?"
"No, not yet," he admitted. "But I sure like the way this feels!"
"Me too. I guess everybody has times when they'd rather just fuck than try to come. All right, let's play fuck games for a while."
She showed him several variations on their favorite pastime which he had never seen before. The most interesting style-one that she called "keepaway"-succeeded in cracking his iron reserve. After fixing her legs around him in a certain way and locking her heels into the hollows behind his knees, she invited him to plunge his prick into her cunt as far as he could. He complied, driving in about halfway and intending to sink his meaty lance up to the hilt. Midway through the stroke, however, Sue tightened her long, muscular thighs and stopped his driving plunge. Grinning with delight at the surprise on his face, she easily forced him out of her cunt with her powerful grasp.
"It's the leverage I've got on you," she grunted. "I can let you go in or not, just as I choose. And if I want to pull you out, I can do that too. It makes a nice change of pace, don't you think?"
Bob had to admit that her technique was amazingly erotic. Try as he would, he could not overcome her advantage and he found himself completely at her control. Even though he was powerfully built and had kept himself in good physical condition, he could not overcome the superior leverage generated by their respective positions. Also, he quickly discovered, Sue's thigh power manifested itself in an especially delightful way: whenever she exerted herself and forced his prick out of her cunt, the contraction of her muscles forced the mouth of her cunt to nip at his cock in a very strong way. After only a very few minutes of this exercise, he found his desire mounting rapidly and he knew that she had aroused an intense orgasmic desire in him.
"I won't be long," he muttered hoarsely, struggling to overcome her superior power and to plunge his prick deep into her cunt. "I can feel it getting ready!"
"Two more strokes!" she gasped, seizing him in a violent grip. "Then you lift up and pull it out so I can jack you off! I want to feel your cock in my hand when it comes!"
Twice more Bob felt his prick slipping into her tautly stretched cunt as she gradually relaxed the tension in her thighs. Slowly but definitely his prick wormed its way deep into her flesh and then she pulled him out all the way. Her right hand reached down to take the length of his prick, slippery with the oils generated by her lusty arousal. He held himself upright on extended arms so that he could see between their bodies and watch her hand at work.
Sue grasped his cock firmly and began pumping back and forth. Her fingers easily slid back and forth over the well-oiled shaft, sliding up over the head and giving him exquisite sensations of pleasure. He added to the pleasure by continuing to work his hips back and forth so that the prick was also fucking her hand at the same time that she stroked it. Sue varied the pressure of her fingers, making it seem that she was "milking it," and he felt his balls instantly respond to the sensual pressure.
"I'm coming!" he groaned, shuddering heavily and tensing every muscle in his loins. "Agghh!"
Sue's hand continued to flash up and down the length of his cock. His balls seemed to leap out of their bag when the first pulse of the climax fired through his prick; a single, pearly jet of sperm rocketed out the tip of his cock and spattered onto her face. The succeeding jets were weak and the second and third landed on her breasts. Most of the voluminous discharge, however, dripped down into her belly, collecting in the navel; a goodly portion of it also came off on her hand. She continued to finger his prick throughout the ejaculation, bringing groans of pained delight to his lips.
"You come just like a stallion!" Sue muttered, her voice tense and hoarse with lusty excitement. "Ahh, I love to see that happen to a guy!"
Bob was paralyzed with pleasure. He could not move a muscle, even when Sue began dipping the head of his prick into the small puddle of semen that had collected on her stomach. After coating the head and shaft of the tool with the thick, milky cream which his passion had produced, she dipped her fingers into the remnants and coated his balls with his own sperm. She rubbed the viscous cream over her entire stomach and finished by spreading the last of the sperm over the lips of her pussy. When she had used up the semen she gave a long, low sigh of satisfaction.
"What was that for?" Bob asked, finally able to speak again.
"I want to go down on you," she said matter of factly. "And it's always better if I can taste the spunk on your cock. And as for the rest, I don't know: it just makes me feel good to rub the stuff all over my belly and pussy. Do you mind?"
"No, I liked seeing you do it," he said. "Hey, how about getting to where I can eat you too? I'm fond of pussy, you know."
"Are you sure? I rubbed your come all over it, you remember."
"That's all right; if you can eat it so can I."
"Never tasted your own come before? Or any other man's?"
"No, never did." Sue giggled suddenly at his disclosure but she moved quickly to place her pussy over his face. Bob saw that the lips of her organ were thickly coated with his own sperm and for a moment he considered backing out of his promise. Then he reasoned that if she could swallow his come with such obvious delight it could not be wholly bad. Thus he talked himself into carrying out his agreement. He found that the taste was salty and pungent, though not disagreeable; remembering the source of that strange ointment added another dimension of excitement to the act and he began licking her pussy lips and thighs with abandon.
"Yeah, you've decided it's good," Sue chortled, interrupting her own lascivious attentions to his prick. "Ahh, you keep that up and I just might give you another little shower of come!" Bob said nothing, preferring to allow his tongue to do the talking for him. Sue gathered, from the way he drove his tongue deep into the rim of her cunt, that he wanted the result she had threatened. She was already close to a climax; the taste of his prick, covered with sperm and still hot with unsatisfied passion, had seen to that. She ran her mouth far down onto the shaft, plunging the head into her throat, and sent her tongue roaming up and down the rock hard pillar of flesh. Her fingers cradled his balls and one middle finger strayed farther down, seeking his anus.
Bob gave a start of surprise when he felt her finger probing the rim of his ass. A feeling of violent sensuality swept over him, transforming his lethargy into driving action. He attacked her pussy with lips, teeth and tongue, licking and biting and kissing with a furious abandon. Sue's head twisted sharply around his prick, causing her mouth to caress him in a variety of thrilling ways. She felt her cunt knot up in a sudden gust of sensual energy and then come uncoiled with a swift, gushing burst of climactic joy.
When Bob felt her cunt begin throbbing and pumping out the thin, rich orgasmic fluids, he knew that he had brought her off. The knowledge filled him with desire and he felt his own balls come to life again. Even though her hand had just forced an orgasm of overwhelming intensity out of him, he knew that he would come again and, seeking to hurry the climax along, he began fucking himself into her mouth. Sue cooperated magnificently and soon had the fruit of her labors, a small but very perceptible climax.
Bob's" balls could generate only a minute quantity of spunk but the sensations were very strong. Sue sucked up the thick gruel that dribbled from his cock. Her cunt throbbed repeatedly, sending flashes of sensual joy through her loins; she intensified them by flexing the muscles of her midsection. When neither had any feeling left in their bodies, they fell apart and lay on the bed, immobilized by the frantic pleasures which had ripped through their nervous systems.
When they had recovered enough to talk, Sue complimented Bob on the magnificence of his performance and he returned the compliment. They lay there for a few more minutes and then Sue mentioned the business she had wanted to discuss with him. It turned out that she owned a small bar in the city's business district and wanted to investigate the possibilities of insuring it in a better way.
"You really ought to talk to a salesman," Bob told her. "I've been in other areas so long I just don't know what all the possibilities are. Why don't you let me refer you to a guy? He'll be able to advise you a lot better."
Sue agreed but when she specified that he had to be at least as adept at the sexual act as Bob, he felt a pang of jealousy. She seemed to have no compunctions about discussing her sex life and he did not doubt that she would readily admit a salesman to her bed, so long as he gave promise of delivering solid satisfaction to her.
"How long have you been in the bar business?" he asked, hoping to change the subject to a topic less uncomfortable. "About six months," she said. "I came into some money about a year ago and after I looked around it seemed to be the best way to invest it. I've got a good manager and he takes care of the day to day stuff. It's an easy life and what the hell, it's a lot better than working the Black Cat now that all the amateurs are in there."
Bob inquired further into her meaning, being unaware of the Black Cat and its reputation. He found that it had once been a favorite meeting place for the higher priced call girls- Sue casually admitted that she had practiced the oldest profession for a couple of years- but that a strange, haunted group of women had virtually taken over the place. She did not know who they were or where they came from, though she knew that they had succeeded in edging out the call girls.
"Maybe they're frustrated housewives, I don't know," she said with a frown. "But I know that they didn't have any restraint at all. They'd take a guy into one of the booths and jack him off or give him a blow job for nothing! And some of them were really good at it- maybe their husbands wouldn't let them do it the way they wanted. I don't know what it was about them, but a lot of the guys that came in there liked them better than a real pro. And anyway, I was getting tired of spreading for anybody with a hundred bucks. Even if it was damned good money, I just got tired of screwing and sucking for a living."
Bob listened in silence as she continued to talk about her experiences. He gradually realized that, by learning about her previous experiences as a call girl, his desire for her had been blunted. Though he could not explain the change in his thinking, she no longer seemed as intensely desirable to him and he felt himself slipping farther away from her. After a half-hour of talk, he decided to leave and got up to dress. Sue remained on the bed; she was idly fingering her clitoris as she talked. He could tell by the dark, swollen condition of her nipples that she had another fit of sensual passion, but he no longer felt the same driving urgency to satisfy the lewd hungers that burned in her skilled loins. After dressing, he left with a word of goodbye.
CHAPTER NINE
Bob said nothing to Eve about his second visit to Sue's apartment, of course, and this time she did not discover his infidelity. Neither did he mention what he had learned about the Black Cat, though Sue's account of the place remained fixed firmly in his mind. He located the place one afternoon, while driving from one appointment to another, but the press of business did not permit him to stop and investigate. His imagination worked overtime at inventing new and strangely exciting types of women who found pleasure through employing every type of sexual perversion upon the men whom they picked up in the bar.
Eve allowed herself three days in which to digest her experience at the Black Cat. Even though a part of her mind warned her against frequenting the place, she knew that she would return; the pleasure of taking an utter stranger into a booth and employing her sexual artistry upon him had seized her consciousness and she could not resist the impulse to repeat the experience. Rhoda had called her every day after their first visit, though neither of them had discussed the experience in detail. When Eve brought up the subject and expressed her desire to return to the bar, however, Rhoda showed that she was in total agreement.
"I'm getting about ready to go back," she said when she heard Eve's news. "Shall we make it tomorrow?"
Eve agreed and said that she would pick Rhoda up. They decided to have lunch out again. For the rest of that day and during the following morning Eve felt her tension mounting slowly. She tried to analyze the sources of her excitement and to understand her bizarre reaction to the coming trip but she could not make sense out of her emotional response to what she would ordinarily have termed a search for debauchery. Even though she could not explain her response to herself, she knew that she was looking forward to the afternoon and that she was deliberately seeking the lewdest, most abandoned kind of sensual pleasure.
Rhoda was waiting when she drove up. They maintained a desultory conversation on the way to the restaurant where they were to lunch. Rhoda seemed to be quite as much on edge as Eve, who wondered what Bob would say if he knew how she was planning to spend her afternoon. Both of them avoided all mention of the Black Cat, a topic which was in the very forefront of their minds.
"Shall we go?" Eve said when they had finished their coffee.
"In a hurry?" Rhoda asked, smiling tenderly at her friend's impatience. "It isn't going anywhere."
"Yes, I'd like to get there and see what's going to happen," Eve said, deciding to face up to the fact. "I know that I might not find anything like what I had the last time, but a girl can't help wondering."
Rhoda stubbed out her cigarette and gathered her handbag. They left the restaurant and Eve drove over to the park, where they found a secluded spot and changed their clothes. Eve noticed that Rhoda had taken a page from her book and had discarded both bra and garterbelt.
"Like you said, it's too much trouble," Rhoda announced when Eve mentioned the omission. "My boobs aren't quite up to the standard of yours, but they're not so bad that I look too bad this way, do you think? And it sure does feel sexy, having your nipples rubbing against the material. Maybe these hippies have something after all!"
"You've got lovely breasts," Eve said, which was the truth; Rhoda's breasts were hard and nicely rounded, though not nearly as large as Eve's. "And they look wonderful under that dress." They stacked their other clothes neatly in the back of Eve's car and drove on to the Black Cat. There were only a couple of women sitting at the bar when they entered. Another bartender, one whom Eve had never seen before, was on duty and he informed them that the day was very slow.
"Maybe things will pick up now that we're here," Rhoda said after they had ordered their drinks.
They spent nearly an hour sitting at the bar before anyone approached them. One man entered the bar during that wait but he made straight for a platinum blonde seated at the far end of the bar. Eve and Rhoda watched them talk and then disappear into the gloom toward the booths.
"I guess he liked blondes best," Rhoda said with a sigh. "Well, she's welcome to him-I never did much like men with pot bellies."
They waited for another fifteen minutes and then a burly, well dressed man came into the bar. After looking the place over, he came over to them and took the stool between them. He gave his order to the bartender and then turned his attention to Eve and Rhoda.
"I hope you don't mind me coming between you," he said. "I don't mean for it to be permanent."
"What do you mean for it to be, then?" Rhoda asked.
"I was hoping that you'd both be willing to go over to a booth with me," he said. "That is, if you're really good friends and want to cooperate."
Rhoda showed her agreement and Eve was quite willing to go along with her. They rose and accompanied the man to the darker portion of the room, where they groped for an empty booth. Rhoda managed to whisper a word of advice to Eve as they went across the room; she told her friend not to worry about it but just to follow her lead. Eve agreed and began wondering how they could both serve the man at once.
"God, look what I found!" Rhoda gasped after she had fumbled with the man's fly. "Eve, put your hand on this thing!"
Eve cautiously reached out and found herself grasping the largest prick she had ever felt in all her life. She would not have believed a cock could grow to such an immense size had she not had the veritable evidence within her grasp; the tool seemed to be at least a foot long and her fingers could barely circle it.
"Whew!" she sighed, overcome with desire at the mere touch of the mighty instrument. "I never felt anything like that in my life!"
"He's a mule," Rhoda breathed. "Mmm, I hate to let something like this go. How would you like to go out back? We could get out there where it's quiet and have ourselves a really fine time working on that big thing!"
"I was hoping you'd want to do something like that," the man said. "I don't have anything against hand jobs or blow jobs either, but dammit, there's just nothing like a cunt to make a man's prick feel good!"
"And there's nothing like a prick to make a girl's cunt feel good," Rhoda replied.
She rose from the booth and led them toward the back of the bar. Eve followed, uncertain of her role but determined to follow through. Like Rhoda, she had been overwhelmed by the immensity of the fellow's cock and she wanted it deep in her body. Rhoda took them out a back door and into a narrow alleyway. The wall opposite them had no windows or doors and, since they were standing in part of a cul-de-sac that eventually led out to the street, they were safe from prying eyes.
"We'll have to do it standing up," Rhoda said, turning to the man and reaching for his prick. "But that's no handicap; I've always liked to get it that way!"
"What do you want me to do?" Eve asked, seeing that Rhoda had a head start on staking out the first claim to the mammoth rod.
"Why don't you just stand here next to me?" the man suggested. "I'll finger your snatch while your partner here greases me up. Here, let me get my balls out in the open-you can play with them too. That'll make it all nice and friendly."
Rhoda pulled up the bottom of her abbreviated dress, baring her pussy completely, and leaned against the wall. She spread her feet wide apart to enable the man to get his prick into her steamy notch, but it would not slide into her cunt; the angle was too steep and her cunt was too narrow to admit so large a prick at that angle. Eve saw, once they were in the daylight, that his prick was every bit as large as she had suspected. The tool looked almost as broad as her wrist and protruded out for nearly a foot. She winced at the thought of so huge an implement sliding into her cunt.
"Here, let me get this leg up," Rhoda said when she discovered that the man's cock would not enter her cunt.
She lifted her right leg high, bringing the knee almost up to her breast, and urged the man forward again. The blunt, stubby head of his prick mashed the lips of her pussy flat. Still it would not slip into the mouth of her cunt. Rhoda groaned with frustration; she obviously wanted the tool in her flesh.
"Eve, why don't you get down there and see what's wrong?" she gasped, moving her body to and fro restlessly. "Maybe you can get him in me." Eve dropped to her knees without a second's hesitation and peered up at her friend's cunt. The thickly furred slit, dark and wet with lusty fevers, glared down hungrily. Eve hesitated for a moment; she had never before felt another woman's pussy. Rhoda's desperate hunger acted upon her, however, and she reached up to spread the lips wider so as to expose the cunt's mouth. She decided that she rather liked the feel of Rhoda's pussy, though a prick would have felt much better.
"You'll have to lower yourself a little," she said to the man after examining Rhoda's cunt and prying with a finger to determine the angle at which the fleshy tunnel ran up into the woman's body. "You've got to have it aiming up a little more."
The man obediently bent his knees; Eve guessed that he was as ready to plunge the tool into Rhoda as she was to have it shoved into her. She took the shaft of his cock in one hand and used the fingers of the other to hold open the lips of her friend's pussy. The neat, gaping opening of Rhoda's cunt beckoned hungrily and she aimed the head of the man's cock up into the eye of her friend's cock-socket. Rhoda's moan of approval as the tool pried open her tenderest flesh signified her state of mind; the man showed his own pleasure by straightening his knees slightly and driving the prick farther into her cunt. Eve saw the flesh of her cunt driven inward by the pressure exerted upon it and the sight stirred her already inflamed senses to an even higher pitch.
"Stand up here beside us," the man told her. "I'll finger your cunt while you handle my balls-that way I'll be sure to fill her cunt with come when I blow off!"
"Come on, Eve, do what he says," Rhoda panted, moving heir lips slightly and wiggling against the prick boring into her cunt. "He's already got me so hot I'm about to come! Take his balls and do what he wants you to do; I'm dying to feel him shoot off inside my cunt!"
Eve could not have kept her hand away from the man's big, hairy balls had she wanted to. They hung out of his fly like a pair of giant eggs and were firm to the touch. She fondled them with her fingers, bringing sighs of pleasure from the man's lips. At the same time he reached under the ultra-short skirt she was wearing and groped for her pussy. Finding it, he turned his hand and hooked his index finger into the mouth of her cunt. She was already in an advanced stage of sexual excitement; his prying finger guaranteed that she would soon progress into an orgasmic delirium. Eve twisted her body slightly, bringing her aching clitoris more securely into contact with his palm.
"Agghh!" she moaned, squeezing her legs together and forcing his hand even more firmly into place against her pussy. "Do it to me; fuck me with your hand! I want to come onto your fingers!"
"You will," the man grunted, continuing to fuck Rhoda's taut, frothy cunt with sharp, steady strokes. "I'll make sure of that, you can believe me! And I'll make this other one come too! When I get through fucking her cunt, I'll let you suck my dick clean!" Eve's senses reeled when she heard the man's words. Even though she knew that it would be the height of depravity, she suddenly wanted with all her heart to do just what he said. The idea of taking his cock, hot and slippery from Rhoda's cunt, into her mouth seemed to be the height of sensual excitement. Rhoda was too far gone into an orgiastic funk to have heard any of it; she leaned against the wall of the building and shuddered repeatedly as the thick, bulky cock slid in and out of her cunt.
"Oohh!" she groaned, holding onto the man's shoulders and wincing as the waves of sensual pleasure poured through her body. "Fuck! Fuck my cunt and shoot your come!"
"I'm coming!" the man grunted, throwing himself forward and lifting himself up onto the balls of his feet. "Here it is, baby, hot from the balls!"
Eve continued to massage the heavy eggs, even as they were pumping out the steady stream of thick come into Rhoda's waiting cunt. She could feel the man's ejaculation clearly and the knowledge of his success spurred her on to a similar feat. His finger worked busily in her cunt, bringing her ever closer to the peak of sensual awareness, and then one of his lunges brought the edge of her hand into contact with the lips of Rhoda's pussy. The feel of her friend's body, wet and hot with passion, was enough to provide her with the spark needed to transform her into a twisted, trembling mass of feminine pleasure.
"Eehh!" she cried out, taken unaware by the sudden ferocity of the climax ripping through her loins. "Agghh, I'm coming all over myself!"
"Hump it, baby," the man purred, darting a quick glance over to her passion-twisted face. "Hump that finger! Get yourself a good one and then you can have yourself a mouthful of hot, slimy dick!"
Eve said nothing; the violence of her climax had taken away her power of speech. She leaned against the man and continued to thrust her aching pussy down onto his waiting hand. Again and again her cunt throbbed, sending down a cascade of the clear, sweet orgasmic fluid over his fingers. She humped and writhed against his hand until her cunt was completely satiated.
"Oohh," she sighed, leaning back against the wall, "that was the best I ever had it from just a finger!"
"He's got a mean cock on him too," Rhoda panted. "I thought he was going to shove it right up to my throat!"
"Here, let me get it out of you," the man said to Rhoda. "Your friend here wants to give me a little sucking now! She seems to like a dick when it's covered with come."
"Yes, let me have it," Eve murmured, dropping down into a crouch and licking her lips. Even though she had just delivered a furious orgasm into the man's waiting hand, she found herself wanting his prick with all her might. "Take it out of her cunt and let me have it; I'll suck it dry!"
Rhoda protested a little when the implement slid out of her cunt but she had already gotten a full quota of enjoyment from it. She quieted down and moved slightly, so as to give herself a better view of Eve's face. The man's prick emerged glistening wet, covered with greyish flecks of his semen; Eve took the drooping, sex-reeking tool into her fingers and guided it to her lips.
"Mmm!" she moaned enthusiastically as her lips closed over the pink tip of the man's prick. "Ubbggpp!"
"Yeah, that's the way to use your tongue," the man breathed, holding her head between his hands and working his hips back and forth. "It might have lost a little hard but you're bringing it right back up!"
"Do it to her," Rhoda panted, feeling her own body begin humming with vibrant desire as she watched Eve suck the man's prick. "Give it all to her, right in the mouth!"
Eve wrapped her tongue around the prick's flaring head, caressing it with long, looping strokes. Her cheeks billowed inward as she sucked hard, creating a vacuum that brought more of the man's cock into her mouth; she drew her head back slowly, moving her mouth off the thickening tool. The man's breath began to come more quickly now, as he felt his desire quicken, and he threw his head back in pure delight.
"Ahh," he sighed, thrusting himself deeper into her throat. "Suck that cock, baby; you're just what the doctor ordered!"
Eve continued to suck and tongue the tool, but despite her best efforts she could not bring the man to another climax. Rhoda's tightly gripping cunt had sucked every drop of semen from his balls and there was nothing Eve could do to remedy the situation. Eventually the man tired of working himself into her mouth and he released his grip upon her head, allowing her to move back.
"That's good," he told her, breathing heavily. "There just ain't no more come left for you. I'd love to shoot another wad into your throat but your partner here took it all. Here, you two girls split this up between you. I got to go but I'm sure gonna try seeing you two again some time!"
The man handed Rhoda a wad of bills with one hand as he stuffed his prick and balls back into his trousers with the other. Rhoda accepted the money and watched him walk away from them. Eve remained in her crouched position; there was a look of unsatisfied hunger on her face.
"Damn, I could have gone on doing that for a long time," she muttered. "I never knew a prick could taste so good!"
"Hadn't you ever sucked one after it had been in your cunt?" Rhoda asked. "That's the best way to take a man, I believe."
"Yes, I've done it like that," Eve admitted, remembering the way in which she had detected her husband's infidelity. "And you're right, they're a lot better to suck that way than when they're fresh! I was hoping maybe he'd be able to get another come though."
"No such luck," Rhoda told her. "Once they get to his age, it's one shot and that's it for an hour or two. They just can't make it again. My, he really shot a wad up my cunt though! I feel like I'm being flooded out! Come on, let's go on back into the john and I'll wipe some of the gunk off before we leave."
Bob Drumm had been forced to wait for several days after his conversation with Sue Bryan before he could find an afternoon free enough to permit him to visit the Black Cat. He deliberately chose an afternoon Eve would be kept late at a club meeting; this precaution would cover him in case he stayed longer at the bar than he expected. He chose an afternoon on which Rhoda had decided to visit the bar by herself.
He did not see her when he entered the gloomy little room; his eyes, still adjusted to the bright sunlight of the outdoors, could make out the pools of light over the cash register and a few dim forms but otherwise he was as good as blind. Rhoda, who had been in the bar for nearly an hour, spotted him immediately and, since her eyes were well attuned to the darkness, recognized him. She hesitated for only a minute and then went over to him. She trusted that the darkness, plus his uncertainty, would be enough to allow her to "entertain" him without giving away her own identity.
"Looking for someone?" she asked, going up to him and allowing her right hand to graze the front of his trousers in the spot sheltering his prick. "Maybe you'd like a little company."
Rhoda purposely pitched her voice lower than her customary speaking tone. Bob, not expecting to find anyone he knew among the bar-girls, never even suspected that he might be accosted by his wife's best friend. Rhoda chuckled to herself at her daring and felt her spirits immediately lift. She suspected, from odd bits of conversation with Eve that Bob possessed a prick larger than the ordinary sexual organ. Now that she had an opportunity to investigate at first hand she intended to find out for herself. The quick feel she had had was enough to suggest that Eve had not misled her.
And why should I worry if he's the husband of my best friend? she asked herself as she led Bob over to a booth. He's coming in here on the make, isn't he? If he's going to be slipping that big cock into a strange cunt it might as well be mine, oughtn't it? Why, it'll almost be as if she were sucking him herself!
Bob followed the lead Rhoda had given him and placed a hand on her firmly rounded hip as she guided him across the dark room. Her flesh felt firm and compact to his touch, promising the presence of a woman who knew the pleasures to be had with a lusty, impetuous man. His prick began rising in his trousers even as they slipped into the booth.
"Do you want to order a drink?" Rhoda asked him, slipping her hand back over his lap and feeling the stiffening length of prick. "It isn't really necessary, not unless you just want something to drink."
"What are the other possibilities? I was a little in the mood for a Tom Collins," Bob told her, moving slightly to allow her freer access to his love pole, "but I'm open to suggestions!"
"Well, let's just sit here and feel the situation out," Rhoda said, smiling at her own pun. "I imagine we can raise up a good possibility or two. In fact, I think I've got hold of one right now!"
"Let's bring it out in the open," Bob suggested, catching onto the spirit of her fun and going along with her. "That's always the best way to see if you want to take it all the way!"
Rhoda fumbled briefly with the zipper of his fly, opened it and reached inside to grasp the full, firm length of prick. She gasped with surprised delight when her fingers closed around the bulky tool; Eve's hints had not been misleading in the slightest. Bob possessed a prick that was easily the equal of any that she had ever felt! Realizing this, and excited still further by the fact that she was fondling the prick of Eve's husband, she felt the lips of her pussy begin humming with sensual energy. Rhoda's hand slid over the length of prick she held, pressing the covering skin back and forth along the thick shaft. Bob reached down to open his trousers completely, pulling them down his thighs to give her complete freedom with which to caress his prick and balls.
"I like the way you do that," he told her, "but I need something to occupy my hands too!"
"There are a number of possibilities," Rhoda said, continuing to pump the rock hard tool. "So many, in fact, I don't know where to start in listing them. Why don't you just do whatever you like?"
"I was wondering how far we can go in here," Bob said, deciding to get straight to the point. "I mean, are we likely to be disturbed here?"
"Not a chance," Rhoda promised. "It's an open field, honey, and the sky's the limit! What do you want? A blow job? I love to suck cock, especially when it's a monster like this one! Or maybe you like to be jacked off? I love holding a cock in my hands, feeling the come pump up through it! Hell, for that matter we can even fuck; I can get up over you and give your prick a cunt-rubbing that you'll never forget! I'd normally be willing to let you fuck me up the ass but with a cock the size of yours, I don't know but what you might rupture me!"
"Ah, you like it like that," Bob muttered. "Maybe if I greased it up first it might go in easier. I've never hurt a girl yet with my cock and I don't intend to start now!" Rhoda had been faking when she expressed reservations about allowing Bob to penetrate her anus; in truth she desperately wanted him to plug her ass. She knew, however, that he would be much more responsive if she feigned fear; she also knew that by expressing wonder at the size of his cock, she would ensure that he was all the more energetic in using the gigantic prod.
"Let's just play around with it a while," she whispered, bending down to place her lips upon the tip.
Bob leaned back against the booth and willed himself to relax. He was fully aware of the fires raging within his loins and he knew that if he was not careful, this prick-hungry woman might well excite him past the point of restraint much sooner than he desired. He intended to hold back his climax as long as possible and to enjoy every facet of this woman's exciting sexual skill. The way she grasped his prick, firm and sure, told that she knew exactly how to excite a man and then carry him to the heights of sensual bliss.
Rhoda found that Bob's prick was the perfect mouthful. She could, by stretching, get the entire head and perhaps an inch of the shaft into her mouth; this gave her tongue plenty of hot, exciting male flesh to caress and she made the most of it. She knew exactly the spots which were the most sensitive and she devoted herself to stimulating them. Her tongue curled around the thick, arrow-shaped head, digging firmly into the groove between head and shaft. Bob felt his self-control being tested to the limit.
"Ahh, you're too much," he whispered, unable to keep back his rising desire to pump out a hot stream of come into the woman's eager mouth. "I never knew a woman could suck like that!"
Rhoda sensed his imminent response and slacked off her pressure; she did not want him to come so quickly. After removing her tongue for a moment or two and allowing him to regain some of his self-control, she began sucking hard upon his dick. Her head twisted around the tool, forcing her tongue to grip the tool's surface in a variety of stirring ways; the vacuum created by her strong sucking threatened to bring his balls up out of their sockets. Again she brought him close to the point of no return but, sensing his growing excitement, she eased off and allowed his passion to subside. Bob marveled at her knowledge of his body, even though they were perfect strangers-or so he thought-and decided that he was definitely in the 'hands of a consummate mistress of the sensual arts.
"Here, let me get my hand in your blouse," he whispered, suddenly wanting to caress her full breasts.
Rhoda kept her. mouth firmly locked upon the knobby tip of his prick but she twisted her body enough to allow him to slide a hand into the top of her low-cut blouse. He found no bra constricting the full, fire-tipped mounds and his fingers closed around the sensitive nipples. Rhoda's body now began edging closer to the point of orgasm; she deliberately accentuated the rise of her excitement by squeezing her thighs together, forcing them to press in upon the tingling lips of her pussy. The pressure brought her lust to the fore and she found herself possessed by a sudden desire to come.
"I can't take much more of this," she panted, tearing her mouth away from Bob's cock and moving away from him. "I'm dying to come and we haven't even started!"
"Me too," he muttered in reply. "But I don't want to shoot yet; I want to hold it back as long as lean!"
"Yes, hold it back," Rhoda gasped, still pumping his prick with her hand. "Then when you come it'll be twice as strong! I love it best when a man shoots off forever! I love that hot, thick cream squirting all over my tongue, burning deep in my throat!"
"Here, lean back in the booth," Bob said, pushing her back and running his hand between her legs to find only a naked, hairy, love-slick pussy waiting at the tops of her thighs. "I'll suck you off first; maybe that'll help you come better when I get my cock in you!"
Rhoda's mind was so befuddled with lust and passion that she could barely hear him for the drumming of blood-lust in her brain. Nevertheless, she heard him and his words acted magically upon her. She fell back against the booth and opened her legs wide, stretching one along the side of the booth so as to enclose him in her grasp.
"There it is," she muttered hoarsely, reaching down to pull her skirt up around her waist. "It's hot and juicy, ready for you!"
Bob hesitated for only a moment. The thought suddenly occurred to him that she might already have had a turn with another man that afternoon; what if she was still wet and slick with his semen? Such a thought would once have filled him with revulsion; now, once he had been warmed almost to the boiling point by Rhoda's abandoned caresses, the idea made little or no difference to him.
"You don't have to worry," she murmured, flicking her fingers across her clitoris as he paused above her, "I haven't screwed anyone else today. The only thing you'll find on my pussy is just a lot of hot oil from my cunt!"
"That's all right," he said, marveling at the way she had read his mind, "I wouldn't care if you were dripping with some guy's come; I'd still want to eat your cunt!"
"Eat it then!" she whispered, thrusting herself forward with a sudden eager motion. "Run your tongue in deep, try to fuck me with your tongue and I'll come all over your face!"
Bob bent down to place his lips to the fragrant, musky cleft she held out for him. The reek of her excited pussy, rich and ripe, wafted up to his nostrils and fired his desire to feel her cunt's mouth close around his tongue. First, however, he sucked up the juicy, swollen lips of her pussy, bringing them into his mouth so he could tease them with his teeth. Rhoda groaned savagely as she felt him pulling the tender, inflamed flaps away from her body; the pressure also affected her clitoris and caused her to writhe with sensual hunger.
"Agghh!" she moaned, feeling her pulse race faster as his teeth brought furious jolts of pleasure to her loins. "Eat it, eat that pussy, you cunt pleaser! Do it to me!"
Bob released his bite, allowing the lips of her pussy to fall back into place, and then he pressed his mouth down upon them. Crushing the lips flat, he snaked forth his tongue and darted it into the rim of Rhoda's cunt. She bit her lips to keep down the scream of frantic joy that threatened to burst from her throat. Holding his head in place with both hands, she tightened her thighs and forced her pussy against his face with a quick, driving motion. Bob's tongue retreated from the juicy, hungry cunt and furrowed upward, seeking the hard tip of her clitoris. When he found it she let out a long, sobbing moan of lusty pleasure and shuddered from head to foot.
Bob licked her in this fashion over and over, dragging his tongue from her quivering clitoris down to the rim of her cunt, plunging in with a sudden dart and then slowly bringing the tongue back up to her clit. She writhed sensually, enjoying the myriad sensations radiating out from his hyperactive tongue, and then felt her womb seize up with a sudden gasp of orgasmic anticipation.
"I'm... coming!" she wheezed softly, throwing her head back and holding his face even more firmly. "Suck me! Fuck me with your tongue! Oohh, come! Sweet come!"
Bob felt her cunt begin nipping spasmodically as the orgasmic waves blasted out of her womb. The sweet flow of pussy drip became a veritable flood as her body began churning out the savage jolts of pleasure; he lapped eagerly at the ripe oils his tongue had coaxed from the depths of her cunt. Over and over she heaved her loins against his mouth, shuddering and trembling as her body turned into a mass of quivering, sensitive jelly. Her breath whistled through her clenched teeth as she fought to choke back the cries of ecstatic lust.
"Whew!" she whispered when at last she released him and fell back, limp and weak. "I thought you were going to suck my cunt right out of my body! Man, I've felt some tongues, but yours is the greatest!"
"With a pussy like that to eat, who couldn't do a good job?" Bob asked. "Now I'm wondering just how good you are at fucking?"
"If you'll just wait a minute or two until I get some strength back I'll show you how I can fuck," she murmured. "Of course, it won't be hard to fuck a cunt-spreader like that cock you've got! This is going to be great fun, you wait and see!"
She was as good as her word. Once she felt that she could muster the energy required, she moved closer to him. Her fingers had sought out his prick long before, of course, and she had made sure that the tool had the consistency of a rod of steel. Rhoda showed him exactly what to do, directing him to hold his prick in an upright position at exactly the right angle for penetrating her tight cunt. She braced one hand on the booth's table and held onto his shoulder with the other as she lifted her rump over that massive, meaty spike; her body was almost exactly at a right angle to him.
Bob saw that she intended lowering herself down upon him and searched for the fat, whiskery lips of her pussy. Locating the target, he made a minute adjustment in the angle of his prick bringing it dead-center to the mark. Rhoda relaxed the tension of her arms slightly, enough to send her pussy skewering down upon the love-staff, and gasped with surprise at the electric sensations the contact brought.
"Mmm," she grunted, feeling the lips of her pussy being spread wide by the thick, flaring head. "This is going to be the greatest, I can feel it already!"
She kept her thighs pressed tightly together as she lowered her cunt around his prick, hoping to make the passage even more constricted for him. Her success was measured in the series of gasping, explosive sobs that burst from her throat as the prick slipped into her hot, slippery tunnel. The excitement had virtually welded the walls of her cunt together, making it all the more stirring when Bob's massive cock split the flesh and formed it into a tube exactly the size of his tool. Rhoda felt herself whirling upward on a cloud of orgasmic pleasure; nothing she could do was enough to calm her throbbing senses and she began to come almost immediately.
The bubbling joy within her cunt transmitted itself to Bob's prick through a series of pulsating contractions that strongly affected his own senses. Although he could hardly move, due to her weight pressing down upon his lap and thighs, he could not restrain his lusty impetuosity. Her cunt seemed even more active than her mouth had been and he felt his self-control evaporating in a red cloud of passion.
"Ugghh!" he grunted, straining to press even deeper into her body. "I can't hold it!"
"Let it go!" she muttered tensely. "You're tearing my cunt apart; I'm dying with come!"
Rhoda moaned faintly when she felt his prick leap and begin pumping. At first the-swelling produced nothing but then, after the third swelling of his prick, she felt a massive spurt of hot, steamy semen shoot deep into her cunt. The head of his prick rested firmly in the mouth of her womb and the viscous discharge jetted even deeper, saturating every surface of her exquisitely sensitive flesh with the manly discharge. Rhoda blacked out, overwhelmed by a flood of sensual ecstasy that began at her cunt and then spread over her entire body. She could not remember how long the beautiful throbbing had lasted but when she came to, she was aware of a warm, sensual glow that permeated every pore of her body.
"That's the way pricks and cunts ought to go together," she whispered, stirring herself and preparing to get off him. "Be careful, I might drip on your pants when I get off-it felt as though you shot a quart or two of come into me!"
"It was all I had," Bob admitted, dulled by the shock of the savage climax that had drained his balls. "Here, use my handkerchief to sop it up with."
Rhoda took the proffered handkerchief and clapped it into place as she lifted herself off his semi-tumescent spike. Her pleasure was so complete that she lacked even the faintest desire to get her mouth back on his prick, though it was soaked with their orgasmic flow; she could only fall back against the booth with a sigh of relief. Bob sat beside her for a few minutes and then, once he had regained most of his composure, pulled his pants back up into place and prepared to leave.
"I hope we can do this again sometime," he said as he stood up. "I'll look for you the next time I'm in here. Who do I ask for?"
"If I'm here, I'll find you," Rhoda promised.
CHAPTER TEN
Rhoda remained in the booth for a few minutes after Bob had left, then she went over to the bar and ordered a martini. The bartender said nothing, even though he had heard her frantic gasps and moans only a few minutes before. She downed the martini in two gulps, paid her bill and walked out of the Black Cat.
The fact that she had just enjoyed some of the most exciting and satisfying experiences of her life with the husband of her best friend did not bother her. If anything, she looked back upon the exciting experience with even more pleasure; knowing that she was in the booth with Bob Drumm had seemed to add an extra dimension of sensuality to the entire session of frantic lovemaking.
When Fred returned that evening and was lying on the bed, naked and semi-erect, she told him every detail of the erotic feat. He responded as usual and Rhoda found herself being swept upward on another buoyant cloud of sensual delight. If such a thing were possible, her pleasure at feeling Fred's prick bore into her cunt was even more satisfying than it had been with Bob. At length she fell off him and lay on her back, her cunt streaming with thick come for the second time within four hours.
"And what was even better about it all," she said, breaking the silence between them, "was that I knew the guy! It was Bob Drumm!"
"The hell you say!" Fred exclaimed, lifting himself up and looking at her with interest. "I wonder what Eve would say about that!"
"I plan to tell her fairly soon," Rhoda said. "I'm sure that she knows he hasn't been keeping that thing in his pants. And by the way, I don't think I've mentioned this before, but Eve has been going down there with me. She's turning into a real sex fiend, I believe!"
"That would be something," Fred muttered, looking into the mirror and admiring their nude reflections. "She always struck me as a genuine cock lover; I'd sort of like to fuck her myself!"
"Really? It might be arranged," Rhoda said, smiling over at him and bending down to take his wet cock in her mouth.
Fred asked her what she meant by that, but Rhoda refused to amplify upon her statement. The fact was, she did not know herself exactly what she had meant; the words had slipped out of their own accord. As she sucked and tongued his prick, however, she considered the situation and decided upon a course of action.
Rhoda began putting her scheme into effect the next morning by calling Eve and managing to get herself invited over for a mid-afternoon drink. Eve knew, from the tone of her friend's voice, that Rhoda had something on her mind but she also knew that the woman would take her time and get around to telling her in her own way. They were seated in the living room, martinis in hand, when Rhoda got to the point of her visit.
"I was at the Black Cat yesterday," she said. "Very interesting time."
"Oh? Tell me about it," Eve said, seeing that Rhoda was going to say nothing until asked for further details. "What was he like? Big?"
"Very big! And horny too! Mmm, he shot off till I thought I'd die," Rhoda said with a wince at the memory, which still had the ability to set her blood rushing through her veins faster. "As a matter of fact, it was someone that you know very well."
"Bob?" Eve asked after a moment's thought.
"It was Bob," Rhoda admitted without a blush of shame or regret. "I saw him come into the bar and I knew that if I didn't get him someone else would, so I decided that it would be me. I've had vague desires in his direction for a long time and hearing you mention how big his cock was, that made me want him too."
"I understand how you must have felt," Eve said, stunned by her friend's statement.
Curiously enough, Eve did not feel the jealousy towards Rhoda which most wives would have felt. Nor did she burn with rage at the thought of Bob's infidelity. Instead she found herself mentally picturing the two of them together, locked in a hot, passionate embrace; the picture actually seemed more exciting than infuriating as she considered it.
"Do you know, I don't think I mind one bit?" she said, a trifle surprised at her own reaction. "A month or two ago, I think I'd have gone through the roof. Now, I don't think it's so bad at all. In fact, I believe that I'd rather have him making it with you than anyone else in the world-except me, of course."
"I was hoping you'd feel something like that," Rhoda told her. "I don't know why I thought maybe you'd be like that, but I had this suspicion in the back of my mind that it might be that way."
"I don't suppose that I could pass myself off as any kind of a model of fidelity myself," Eve said with a wry grin. "Not after what I've been doing down at that bar! But that wasn't the first time I've been unfaithful to Bob; it had happened a couple of times before too. And then he's had an adventure or two of his own, so we're both a little more active than perhaps we ought to be."
"Tell me this," Rhoda asked, giving Eve a steady, searching look. "When you think of Bob making it with me-maybe me sucking him off or him running that big cock up my cunt- what does that do to you? Does it turn you off altogether? Make you angry?"
"No, none of those," Eve answered, looking at Rhoda with perplexity. "And that's what makes me wonder about myself. You know, I decided to go to the Black Cat that first time after he'd come in one afternoon with the taste of another woman's cunt on his prick. I found it out that night when I started going down on him. At that moment, I could gladly have scratched that bitch's eyes out! But it's different now: when I think of him making it with you, that's... well, I guess it's more exciting than anything else. Yes, I can definitely feel my pussy warming up, just by thinking about the two of you together!" It was true. Even as they talked, Eve could feel the lips of her pussy growing, becoming warmer and swelling out against the tightly constricting material of her panties and the tight fitting slacks she was wearing that day.
"That's a very good sign," Rhoda said, giving her a big, friendly smile. "It means that you'll probably be willing to go along with an idea that Fred and I cooked up last night. We'd like for you and Bob to pitch in with us and form a little sex cooperative!"
For a moment Eve could say nothing; the shock of Rhoda's request had taken her breath completely away. She gulped twice, blinked in surprise and reddened considerably.
"You... you mean, sort of like one of those wife-swapping groups I read about in the papers?"
"Something like that," Rhoda admitted. "Except that ours would be a much smaller group, just the four of us. And we wouldn't be reading about ourselves in the papers, not if we mind our business and keep it to ourselves. I mentioned this to Fred last night, after I'd finished telling him about the good time I'd had at the Cat. He thought it was a damned good idea. He's always thought you were a real sexpot and he'd just love to get into bed with you. And then, of course, after he'd made it with you, I'm sure he'd be twice as good for me."
"That's certainly a new idea," Eve said, still trying to digest the proposal Rhoda had made. "I just don't know what to say!"
"Look at it this way: would you like to make love to Bob after he'd been in my cunt? After he'd sucked my pussy to a froth? I think it would be wonderful, getting at Fred after he'd been with you a while. Or maybe if you and Bob were to watch Fred and me making it? How do some of those possibilities sound to you?"
"My head tells me that it's outrageous," Eve said after giving it a moment's thought, "but my pussy is throbbing away like it was about ready to come by itself!"
"Will you listen to your head or your pussy?"
"My pussy! Yes, I'll put it to Bob and tell him that you two want to get a thing going between us," Eve promised. "If he doesn't agree to go along I'll pull his balls off with my own hands!"
"Don't do that," Rhoda joked, "they're too good to be put out of action!"
They talked on for a while, discussing the various ways in which they could excite and arouse their husbands; when she left, Rhoda had concluded that Eve would become a very willing accomplice and that she would do everything in her power to make their mutual enterprise a successful one. Eve promised to call her when the settlement with Bob had been reached.
"Fred and I'll be by the phone tonight," Rhoda promised. "Just in case you want to get started right away. I don't know about you but this promises to be even more exciting than the Black Cat!"
Eve had to admit that Rhoda was right, once she had settled down to think about it and had visualized Bob and Rhoda coupled together while she and Fred toyed with each other and looked on. The thought further aroused her already strong desires and for a few moments Eve seriously contemplated masturbating in order to satisfy her inflamed pussy. She managed to put down the temptation only by reminding herself that sex would be even better later in the day if she could avoid an orgasm until Bob returned; delaying the climax always made the final gushing wave of erotic bliss even more violent and satisfying.
When Bob drove up to the house, Eve had succeeded in keeping her pussy aflame for almost the entire day, but had never brought herself to the orgasm she hungered for. As a result, her flesh was alive with sensual feeling when he appeared and her spirits were dangerously high. She was almost drunk with sexual excitement and it was in that spirit that she brought up the topic which had been foremost in her mind ever since Rhoda's departure. "I understand you've been down to the Black Cat," she said, handing him a drink and sitting him down on the sofa. "And that you had a very enjoyable afternoon of it!"
"Wh... what on earth do you mean?" he asked, reddening and sputtering over his drink.
"Don't be obtuse or secretive," Eve said, fondling his prick as she spoke. "I know what you did yesterday; I sat right here this morning and talked to the woman whose pussy you ate. I also heard how she sat on your lap while you held your cock upright and slipped it into her cunt! So it won't do to deny any of it. You don't know who the woman was but I do, and she told me every detail. I can tell you more if you'd like."
"Who was this woman?" Bob demanded, trying to bluster his way out of the impasse into which his lusts had led him.
"Rhoda!"
"Impossible! She'd never be seen in a place like that," Bob muttered.
"You're quite wrong," Eve told him, continuing to smile and to hold herself under perfect control.
"She's been going there for some time in the afternoons. She likes to pick up strange men and do things like that with them. Then she goes back home and tells Fred about it; that gets him terribly excited and then he fucks her until they're both groggy."
"I can't believe it," Bob muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
"There's a lot more to it," Eve continued. "I've tried it a few times myself! It's very exciting, sucking a strange prick and taking his come in your mouth; Rhoda and I both get a lot of excitement out of it! Darling, I'm not holding your little adventures against you; that's not important now! We're grown up enough that we ought to be able to face up to the fact that both of us have strong appetites and hungers. It just doesn't make sense to act as though we were living back in the nineteenth century!"
Bob was stunned by Eve's confession, naturally, but he seemed to recover quickly enough. She watched him, trying to gauge his expression and to see how he was taking the news of the escapades she had shared with Rhoda. She decided that he was not going to play the part of the outraged husband.
"Look at it this way," she urged, continuing to run her fingers over his prick with light, circling strokes. "Every time that I went to that place and did something with a man, I came back much more alive with feeling and desire. I always wanted it a lot more with you after I'd been down at the Black Cat! Surely that must tell you something about where my heart is, mustn't it?"
"You're right," Bob had to admit. "I guess if you didn't care anything about me it would be different. And I'll have to admit something else too: I think I can see how Fred would get turned on by having Rhoda after another man had screwed her. That surprises me; I'd never have thought that I'd feel that way. I guess I'm wired up different inside than what I'd suspected."
"I'm glad to hear that," Eve said, "because Fred and Rhoda are waiting for me to call them and invite them to come over tonight."
"You mean, to come over here and then...?" Bob said, his voice trailing off into silence as the thought took form in his mind.
"Yes! To come over here and fuck and suck and do all those wonderful things that we all love so much! Bob, I've been thinking about it all day and I'm so hot right now I think I could come just by looking at your cock! I've been imagining what it would be like to see you fucking Rhoda, or eating her pussy, and the thought is simply incredibly exciting. And then to have your cock driving into my cunt after you'd fucked her out of her mind with it, or after she'd sucked you for a nice, long while; those kinds of thoughts do simply unbelievable things to me!"
Her sudden rush of words, passionate and vibrant with life, overwhelmed him. He was carried away by her storm of vehemence and immediately agreed to cooperate with Eve and Rhoda and Fred. Upon hearing this, Eve leaped up from the sofa and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. She walked into the bedroom on shaky legs with Bob right behind her. As she threw off her clothes, he too began undressing; the light of lust was burning brightly in his eyes and his prick bulged out menacingly. When Eve had removed her panties, the last item of clothing she had on, she fell back onto the bed and reached for the phone. She dialed Rhoda's number with one hand and stroked the feverishly inflamed lips of her pussy with the other.
"Rhoda? He bought it," she muttered tensely when she got an answer to her call. "We're undressing now and he's got a hard on that you wouldn't believe! It looks immense! I'm sure I'll never be able to wear it down; are you and Fred ready to come over and help?"
"We're on our way," Rhoda said, catching the tone of excitement in Eve's voice. "Don't wear him down too much before we get there!"
"The kitchen door is open," Eve said, eyeing the naked prick rearing out of Bob's loins and licking her lips hungrily. "You'll have to let yourselves in, I'm afraid; it looks as though I'm going to be busy in the bedroom when you get here!"
"Enjoy it, darling," Rhoda murmured throatily. "We'll be there to do whatever we can!"
Eve put down the phone and held out her free hand to her husband. Bob came forward, standing beside the bed, and allowed her hand to fall upon the hard, hot shaft of his cock. Eve ran her fingers over the long, thick instrument with loving care, watching it closely as her fingers caressed the satiny, livid flesh and pressed the loose skin back as far as it would go. Suddenly she leaned forward and popped her mouth over the bald, hooded tip; her tongue wrapped around the sensitive rim of the head in a tight, eager caress that sent flickers of sensual yearning pulsing down into Bob's dangling balls.
"How'd you like to get a mouthful of come?" he whispered, tensing his hips and working his prick into her mouth with a gentle motion. "I feel like I could give it to you as soon as you want it!"
"Ahh, I wish I could have you shooting come into my mouth and my cunt and my ass all at the same time," she sighed, falling back onto the bed and looking up at him with wonder. "Why don't you grow a couple more pricks, just to let me feel those all at once?"
"I wish I had pricks enough for all that," Bob told her. "I'd sure be willing to give it a try. But first I've got to have myself a taste of that pussy; it looks hot enough to scorch my lips!"
"It is," she panted, reaching down to spread the mouth of her cunt wide and to open herself completely to him. "I'm dying to feel your tongue going into my cunt!"
Bob knelt on the floor beside the edge of the bed and brought his face into the Vee formed by her opened thighs. The lips of her pussy, swollen to almost double their normal size and flushed a deep, passionate shade of burgundy, glowed and throbbed excitingly. Her clitoris, rigid with lust and glistening wet with the love oils her cunt had been generating all day, peeked coyly from the cleft of those dark lips. A tiny trickle of the clear, musky oil escaped from the bottom of her pussy, running down over her puckered, brown anus and disappearing between the firm buttocks.
He blew softly upon the ultra-tender flesh, riffling the fringe of pubic hair surrounding the dark cleft and bringing a low, whimpering gasp of pleasure to her lips. Eve thrust her pussy forward with an abrupt, jerking motion, as if she were trying to ram the hot flesh into his face; he leaned back just enough to escape contact with the ripe organ. He extended his tongue slowly until the tip barely grazed the pulpy lips of her pussy and then he moved it up and down the surface of the ripe flesh. Eve groaned, a more frantic sound of animal lust, and again tried to shove herself against his face.
"Don't tease me," she whimpered, tossing her head madly from side to side and moving her hips restlessly. "Don't play around with me, darling; I'm too hot already! I'm dying to come; I've got to have a come or I'll burst inside! You can't know how I've wanted you all day! It's killing me, all this tension I've got inside. Oh, Bob, eat my pussy and make me come all over your face!"
Bob remained in control of the situation, however, and refused to be moved by her pleas. He knew from long experience with her that, by delaying the climax as long as possible, he could make it even more intensely exciting for her and he determined to do just that. Even though her pleas grew more strident and her loins heaved and shoved even more eagerly, he refused to alter the slow, methodical pace with which he was licking her pussy. His tongue swirled gently into her furrow, dipping down to lap up a generous portion of the rich oils her lust had created. She sobbed out an obscene oath when she felt his tongue sliding up to the very mouth of her cunt; the sob turned to a cry of despair when the tongue moved away from the inflamed opening. Bob lowered his aim slightly and ran his tongue over the tiny, rosebud-shaped opening leading up into her ass, then stiffened his tongue and brutally tried to ram it into her asshole. Eve stiffened her body when she felt his tongue prying open her sphincter; she felt a wave of pleasure, almost nauseating in its violent intensity, sweep over her flesh.
Fred and Rhoda came into the room as he was licking her. They caught his eye and saw his invitation; they quickly began undressing and were soon stark naked. Rhoda stood close beside them, watching Bob's mouth ply up and down the juicy crevice; she fingered her own livid pussy as she watched. Fred shook out his limp cock and began milking it with his fingers; the organ began to acquire life and stiffness even as he watched Bob suck his wife almost to distraction.
"Finish me, oh finish me!" Eve pleaded. She had not realized that her friends had arrived but even had she known it, she would not have been able to control her lusty desire for sensual release.
"Go ahead," Rhoda said to Bob, who had looked at her with a question in his eyes. "Give it to her good; make her come! I love to see a woman cream all over herself; there's nothing more exciting!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Do it to me," Eve moaned, her voice thick and coarse with lust. "Eat my muff, suck my cunt up into your mouth!"
"She's really hot for it," Fred muttered to Rhoda as they watched and masturbated.
"Poor girl, she's out of her mind," Rhoda murmured, taking her hand from her own pussy and reaching over to grasp her husband's cock.
Fred's prick had swollen up to a full erection and now glowered evilly at the women in the bedroom. Though not of the massive dimensions of Bob's pussy plunger, Fred's prick promised bliss and contentment to any cunt that he placed around it. Rhoda caressed it lovingly.
"Here," she said to Bob, deciding to get into the action herself, "pull that knee back and I'll get down there and suck you while you finish her off! Fred, why don't you get up beside her and kiss her titties for her? Those nipples look rock hard; I'll bet she'll come all over the room if you nibble on them while Bob runs that tongue of his up her cunt!" Bob moved his knee in the direction Rhoda had suggested in order to allow her room in which to maneuver. She lay down on the floor, stretching out full length and positioning her mouth so that she could guide the swollen, discolored head of his cock into her mouth. She held his prick with one hand while she used the other to stroke her own inflamed clitoris. Bob bent forward over her, allowing her to ingest his prick, and planted his lips squarely upon the mouth of Eve's overheated cunt. Fred had already cuddled up beside her and was kissing her nipples; she seized his head and pressed his face down hard upon her breasts."
"Eehh!" she screamed lustily when Bob's tongue gouged deep into her cunt. "Oohh!"
He sucked up the flesh surrounding the cuntal opening, drawing it as deep into his mouth as it would go; at the same time he thrust his skilled tongue deep into her cunt. Eve thrust upward with a quick lunge, bringing her clitoris firmly against his upper lip, and then began to come. She sobbed out a cry of delirious pleasure, moaned deep in her throat and began fucking herself against her husband's mouth. Over and over she pushed her pussy against his face as the waves of orgasmic fire rocketed out from her cunt and clitoris. The drenching flow of cunty oils redoubled and poured out over Bob's cheeks; her buttocks clenched and relaxed with spasmodic movement.
Rhoda could tell from Eve's groans and gasps that her friend was coming. She deliberately tried to make Bob come at the same time, exerting all her considerable skill at exciting his prick enough to provoke his huge balls into exploding. He resisted her efforts for the simple reason that Eve's orgasm occupied him completely: he knew nothing whatever of what Rhoda was doing to his prick. Eve came again and again, heaving and writhing desperately as the waves of joy pounded through her belly and thighs; finally she gave one last, despairing wail and collapsed upon the bed in an inert heap.
"She really had one," Fred said, lifting his mouth off her breast to look at Bob with awed wonder. "She really let go with a come!"
"She really likes it," Bob agreed. "Hey, what's going on down there? You're still eating my cock!"
Rhoda was indeed continuing to caress his big tool with her lips and tongue. Even though Bob had become so intent upon prolonging and intensifying Eve's orgasm, she still enjoyed the feel of a big, hard prick in her mouth and she was not about to let go of the implement. Her other hand continued to work on her pussy; her middle finger was now planted deep in the mouth of her cunt and she was working her pussy up and down against the comfortable presence.
"Why don't you get her up here on the bed and fuck her?" Fred suggested, looking down at Rhoda with fondness. "Maybe turn her around and flog it to her dog fashion-that always makes her cunt howl and sing! And after a while, then I'll jump in and take a turn at her."
"Are you sure it's all right?" Bob asked, still very self-conscious about fucking Rhoda before Fred's very eyes. "I mean, I'll love giving it to her but... "
"Don't worry about a thing," Fred assured him. "She's a terrific fuck at any time, but after another guy's been in her, it's like I was trying to screw two or three cunts at once! It really turns us both on more than anything else in the world!"
Rhoda had heard the conversation and she quickly got up onto the bed. She assumed a kneeling position, then bent sharply at the hips until her breasts were firmly pressed into the bedspread. Bob moved around behind her; the fur-rimmed eye of her pussy glared at him with almost hypnotic power. He straightened up and moved closer to her uptilted rump.
"Just go into me easy," Rhoda whispered. "Being bent over like this, it makes my cunt a lot smaller at the mouth. Be careful or you'll tear me a new cunt with that monster of yours!"
Bob promised that he would be very careful. His cock tilted up at just the right angle as he came near her and it virtually guided itself between the fat, puffy lips of her pussy. Rhoda reached back with one hand to open the lips to the maximum; once his prick was securely seated in the mouth of her cunt, she kept her hand there to stroke the clitoris lying just below Bob's prick.
"Easy!" she cautioned him when he tried to spread the mouth of her cunt with his cock. "God, that thing's big! Fred, it's spreading the mouth of my cunt wide open! Agghh! He's like a stallion! Oohh, darling, give me your cock! Let me suck you while he's fucking me!"
Bob held firmly onto her rock-solid hips as he tried to plunge his prick into the taut, wet opening. Rhoda twisted her face around to be able to suck Fred's cock; she slurped noisily at the rigid tool and groaned again when Bob finally got the head of his prick firmly planted in her cunt. Just as she said, the extreme position in which she had placed herself had the effect of foreshortening her cunt; the result was that she became much more acutely aware of the broad dimensions of that tool as it pried open her tenderest flesh. She gasped and sobbed but refused to ask him to stop so he plowed further.
Fred watched the entire operation judiciously as he held her face over his uplifted prick. His eyes narrowed and he licked his lips as Rhoda's cries signaled the entry of Bob's prick into her cunt; the knowledge that his wife was being thoroughly fucked, even as she was eating his own prick, gave his enjoyment an added dimension of pleasure which few men could ever comprehend.
Eve recovered from the mind-bending effects of her own orgasm when Bob's prick was about half buried in Rhoda's tight, juicy cunt. She looked startled for a moment but quickly joined the spirit of the occasion, scrambling around to inspect the connection between her husband and her best friend. Rhoda's cunty oils had already been churned into a rich, milky froth and the lips of her pussy were thickly coated with the cream. For a moment she thought that Bob must already have ejaculated in her but he said that he had not. "I'm saving that," he grunted, never missing a stroke as he worked his prick in and out of her friend's cunt. "She's great fucking but I want to let the come shoot up your own cunt! Why don't you feel of my balls while I'm fucking her? That'll make me want it a lot more when I finally let go with the cream!"
"Yes, take his balls," Rhoda gasped, removing her mouth from Fred's cock for a moment. "Get them in your hand and then rub them over the lips of my pussy. What a sexy feeling that is!"
Eve accepted the suggestion and took the heavy, sperm-laden eggs in the fingers of her right hand.
Bob drove more of his cock into Rhoda's waiting cunt, bringing another groaned expression of sensual delight from her lips, and Eve pulled the hairy balls forward. She rubbed them over every inch of Rhoda's pussy, including the throbbing clitoris; Rhoda's groan of ecstasy left no doubt of her appreciation of the act. Eve's fingers accidentally brushed against the hot, moist flesh of her friend's pussy but neither of them paid any attention to the possible Lesbian implications of the contact. Eve's attention centered wholly upon Bob's heavy balls and upon the exciting way his prick plunged into Rhoda's cunt; she imagined that she was seeing the heavy rod driving deep into her own hot hole.
"Her cunt's like a vise," Bob grunted, working himself back and forth with easy motions. "She's hotter than a firecracker!"
"Hey, I'm about ready for some of that pussy," Fred called out, feeling his own balls begin to tingle and glow with sensual anticipation. "How about letting her go so she can clamp that cunt down onto my prick?"
Bob willingly backed away from Rhoda, extracting his long, thick cock with an easy motion that left Rhoda's cunt gaping wide open. Eve, hurrying to get her mouth onto the slippery rod while it was still hot and wet from her friend's cunt, saw the pink, ridged inner surfaces of that cunt; they seemed to glow with an incandescent heat. She clapped her lips upon the rigid surface of Bob's prick and immediately felt her body begin reeling from the sensual shock of tasting Rhoda's hot, musky cunt-taste. Bob turned slightly and drove the head of his cock between her teeth, filling her mouth to the limit and then beyond it. Eve slipped away and sent her lips down the side of the shaft, cleansing it of the cunty oils and licking him avidly with her tongue in a way that heightened his already boiling desires.
"How do you want it?" he whispered, reaching down to pull her face up so he could look into her eyes. "I'm close, baby; I'm so damned close to shooting right this minute! Do you want it in your mouth? In your cunt? Just tell me so I can get it there and start coming!"
"I want to suck you all the way," Eve muttered, licking her lips and pushing him onto his back. "I want to taste that come shooting out of your cock!" Bob fell back and she followed him swiftly, scrambling into place and resting her cheek on his belly. Her mouth was perfectly placed to receive his cock and he thrust it upward, bringing the head of his prick into close contact with her lips. She clasped his prick firmly with one hand, so that she was simultaneously masturbating and sucking him. He tensed his thighs and began working the heavy tool in and out of her mouth. As he pulled away, the prick's head-wet and slippery from her mouth-disappeared down into her palm; when he plunged upward, the tool slithered through her tightly gripping hand and plowed into her waiting mouth. She wrapped her tongue around the sensitive head and sucked hard, as if she might be trying to draw his balls up through the stem of his prick.
"That's the way to suck," he gasped, holding tightly onto her head and continuing to work his prick back and forth. "Just keep it up, baby, and I'll shoot out more come than you ever saw!"
Fred and Rhoda, meanwhile, had fallen into a new posture. Rhoda had turned onto her back when Fred signified his intention of completing the sexual act; she lifted her knees high until they were pressing against her breasts. This elevated her cuntal opening for him and he positioned himself directly above her. Rhoda held her legs back as he placed the head of his prick between the lips of her pussy and drove downward, socketing the head of his tool firmly in her meat. She cried out eagerly at the swift penetration, then brought her heels down until they rested on Fred's shoulders. Her hands reached down and she began caressing Fred's balls, pressing them against her asshole and sighing with pleasure as she did so.
"Fuck that cunt," she whispered, looking up at his twisted face with adoration. "Give me all that wonderful cock; I'm dying to come all over your balls!"
"It won't take long," Fred replied, working his tool in and out with quick jerks. "As hot as you are, I couldn't hold it back for more than a minute!"
Eve continued to suck and masturbate her husband. His prick worked back and forth at a faster rate now, a sure sign that he was close to an orgasm, and then it happened; a quick, juicy spurt of semen shot out the tip of his prick when it was deep in the grasp of her palm. Bob continued the quick fucking motion, driving his prick up through her hand and into her waiting mouth. Another jet of sperm, creamy and thick, squirted from the cyclopean eye of his cock before it entered her mouth. The hot cream shot onto her face and dribbled down her cheek.
"Give it to me!" she whispered, aware that he was coming and wanting more of his rich, life-giving cream in her mouth. "Mmm!"
Bob continued to fuck his way back and forth in her hand and mouth and his cock spattered semen over her face, her hand and his own belly. Eve gripped him tightly, trying to make the climax even more intense for him; as he promised, the ejaculation continued far longer than usual and when he finally ceased his thrusting, they were both generally covered with ripe sperm.
Fred plunged down into Rhoda's waiting cunt. She was deep in the throes of orgasmic delight and could not move, her pleasure was so intense; she lay very still and cried out helplessly as the cock plowed deep into her body. Suddenly he snorted heavily and fell upon her with a rush. His buttocks jiggled convulsively before tightening into a knot of muscle. Rhoda's strangled cry of elation gave vent to her satisfaction; his prick was spurting a tremendous load of thick semen deep into her cunt. Again and again she cried out; each spurt of his cock brought an answering yelp of anguish from her throat.
Eve looked over, her eyes glazed with a film induced by her own passion; the knowledge that her friend was experiencing the transports of sensual frenzy stirred her deeply. She licked her lips clean of Bob's voluminous discharge and swallowed the last of his come. The salty taste penetrated every facet of her being and brought her a deep satisfaction. Bob lay still, enervated by the violence of his climax, and his prick began slowly to wilt.
"It's better with them here to help out," Eve muttered to him. "I know it's better; I haven't felt you come like that in ages!"
"Tremendous," Bob sighed, running his hand idly over her naked back. "I thought it would last forever! And your mouth-you've never sucked me like that before!"
"I couldn't help myself," Eve told him. "Going down on you and listening to them fuck, it just made me wild to taste your come!"
"It is better this way, isn't it?" Rhoda said, stirring and prodding Fred to remove part of his weight from her body. "I told you it would be this way; it never fails! There's something about having your friends around when you start to fuck; it just makes it ten times better than it ever is when you're alone together."
"Do I get to suck Fred when he takes his cock out of you?" Eve asked, deeply excited at the prospect. "I just know he'll be delicious, once he's got his cock covered with his come and yours too! I'm dying to get my mouth around him!"
"And I want to eat your pussy," Bob suddenly declared. "I've always wanted to eat a freshly fucked cunt and this is about the best chance I've ever had."
"I didn't know you liked it all that much," Eve told him, affecting a little pout. "Lord knows, you could have eaten mine often enough after you've fucked it!"
"I was always ashamed to ask you to do it," Bob said, turning a bright shade of pink. "But now that we're all here together, well, what the hell. I just decided I might as well try for everything!"
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Rhoda told him. "But you've got to promise that you'll eat Eve's pussy after you fuck her the next time!"
"It's a deal," Bob said with a laugh, moving over to get closer to Rhoda. "I solemnly promise!"
"If you just want a little taste of your come," Eve told him "you can get that by giving me a kiss right now!"
Their lips met and Bob shoved his tongue deep into her mouth. It was as she had said; there was still a faint aftertaste of semen in her mouth. The salty tang to the kiss stirred Bob deeply and cemented his desire to put his mouth over Rhoda's pussy as soon as Fred had withdrawn his cock. Eve got into position and, as Fred's prick slipped out of the whiskered eye, she clapped her lips upon it. The tool's surface was spotted with flecks of ropy semen but she took it as readily as if it had been coated with the sweetest honey. Rhoda pinched the lips of her pussy together, holding Fred's discharge inside her, until Bob had shoved his own face between her thighs. When she released her grip, a thick blob of sperm quickly appeared in the mouth of her cunt and began sliding down toward her anus. Bob bent forward, planted his lips over the gaping pussy and sucked deep. The flavor of Fred's semen, thick and salty, fired his desire like nothing he had ever known; his prick immediately rose back into the rigid state signifying total excitement.
Eve was also responding readily to Fred's prick. She covered every inch of the organ with her lips and then moved down to run her tongue over his balls. She greedily devoured the egg-filled sack, sucking all the musky juices off it, and moved her lips back to take the head of his prick in her mouth. Fred seized her head, holding his palms over her ears, and started driving his prick deeper into her mouth. Eve met every driving thrust with a lascivious twist of her tongue that brought additional flurries of excited wiggling from his loins.
"Hurry up and get that prick in me," Rhoda murmured, holding Bob's face away from her thighs for a moment. "Get up over me, baby, and let me feel that thing going in again!"
Bob stretched out over her and she nosed the head of his cock into place. It easily slipped into her cunt, which was greasy with sperm, and he drove half of it into her body at the first stroke. Rhoda cried out in delicious agony and thrust upward, bringing her clitoris into contact with his belly. She opened her thighs wider and pulled him close until his prick was completely buried in her cunt. Then she reached down with one hand and began toying with her anus, dipping a finger upward to collect the slippery oils gathered around the lips of her pussy and then transferring nature's own lubricant to the puckered brown opening. When she had greased the taut little opening to her own satisfaction, she looked up at him with a sly grin forming on her face.
"Ready to switch?" she whispered. "I'm dying to get that cock of yours into my ass! Come on, Bob, move it-I've got it greased up for you already!" Bob felt his prick leap involuntarily at the thought. There was no doubt as to her sincerity; she obviously wanted him to penetrate her anus with his prick. He grinned in response and began pulling his prick out slowly. Rhoda took the bulky rod in her fingers and transferred it, aiming the cunt-slickened head squarely against her ass and nodding her approval of the change.
"Now drive it in!" she muttered, taking a deep breath and holding it. "Be careful with that big thing, but do it to me!"
Bob tensed his muscles and then began exerting pressure. Rhoda's ass resisted for a moment but then she willed herself to relax even more and the tool slipped into place. She cried out sharply at the sudden knife-like burst of pain but refused to allow him to remove his prick.
"No, I'll get over it in a minute," she insisted. "Here, just let me strum my clit for a minute; that'll put my mind on something else!"
She reached down between their bodies and moved the tip of her right index finger over her straining clitoris. Just as she said, the sensations quickly overcame the pain Bob's prick had caused; she then dipped two fingers into the mouth of her cunt and began working them back and forth.
"In and out," she gasped, urging him onward. "Just work your cock in and out till you've got it all in me! I'll fingerfuck myself and between us we'll make Rhoda come like she's never come before!"
Eve looked over just in time to see Rhoda placing her husband's cock in the rim of her asshole. Suddenly she too wanted to be pierced in that exquisitely tender region and she turned to Fred with a question in her eyes. He read her meaning and nodded his agreement. Without saying a word Eve turned her back to him and bent far over, shifting her rump high into the air. As luck would have it, she was able to slip her hand between Bob's legs and grasp his balls in her fingers; he grunted excitedly at the contact and began working his prick into Rhoda's ass with even greater abandon.
Fred greased his prick by sliding it briefly into Eve's cunt, which was still churning out profuse quantities of her vaginal lubricant. With his prick suitably anointed, he removed it and altered his aim upward, getting the head firmly placed to spear her anus. His prick, considerably thinner than Bob's, went in with less difficulty, though Eve was sure for a moment that he had torn her flesh in gaining the entrance.
"You're all right," Fred told her. "I'll just let it sit here for a minute and then I'll drive it home."
Eve quickly tired of toying with Bob's balls and devised a new way of exciting him. Since his knees were spread wide apart, she had an excellent view of his anus and she wondered what would happen if she were to begin stimulating that part of his body. The question was no sooner framed in her mind than she began seeking an answer; she aimed one finger straight into the tiny opening hidden between his buttocks.
"Ow-ee!" Bob groaned, feeling a wondrous dart of sensual pleasure rocket out from her probing finger. "Agghh!"
"Hey, take it easy!" Rhoda cried out, squirming as he drove another two inches of hard cock into her ass at one stroke. "You're killing me!"
Bob felt that familiar tickling in his balls, however, and he would not be denied. Goaded on by the probing finger which Eve had thrust into his ass, he shoved his prick home and clung tightly to Rhoda. She felt the head of his prick with acute clarity and, even though it had filled her almost to the bursting point, she could not help but respond to that thick, meaty presence.
"Oohh!" she gasped, throwing herself against him with a sudden rush of sensual delight. "Fuck it deep! I'm coming again!"
Indeed she was and Bob's prick felt the uterine contractions with perfect fullness; every throb of her womb and cunt was transmitted to her rectum, with consequent pleasure for him. Over and over her flesh clutched at him as her cunt churned out yet another hymn to sensual satisfaction. In spite of the tremendous climax which Eve had coaxed out of him with her hungry, expertly wielded mouth, he felt his balls again tense up and then spit forth their liquid lust. Although it was only a small discharge of thin, weak gruel, his prick throbbed heavily nevertheless and Rhoda cried out with wild delight when she felt it leap and stir within her ass. Her fingers tore madly at her cunt, bringing her senses to the peak of trembling awareness and then propelling her into another full, lengthy climax.
Eve was not far behind her. Indeed the sensuality seemed to be crackling in the room and leaping from one individual to another. Fred began fucking her rapidly, sensing the approach of more pleasure; although he did not succeed in teasing his balls into another demonstration of lusty joy he managed to make Eve's orgasm much longer and more complete. When her body ceased its nervous twitching, completely drained of feeling, she pitched forward onto her face and lay still. Fred's prick sprang free of her ass, but immediately began to wilt.
Bob fell off Rhoda with a low sigh of contentment. He lay beside her, next to Eve; a trickle of sperm began to well out of Rhoda's well-used anus. She continued to finger her pussy idly, though it was obvious that she did not want any more climaxes. She looked up at the ceiling and reflected on the situation into which she had led Eve, a situation which had brought them to the present exciting arrangement which they now enjoyed.
"Who'd ever have thought it?" she murmured, half to herself. "That the Black Cat would have led to this!"
"It's marvelous," Eve replied from her resting place. "I don't know what other people would think of this but I don't care; this is too good not to be worth continuing. I believe that we've struck gold!"
"And there's so much more that we can do," Rhoda added, smiling wistfully and closing her eyes. "So many exciting ways that four people can make love!"
"I hope that you're going to give us some more ideas," Bob threw in. "Not right now, of course, but later on."
"You couldn't stop me for anything in the world," she said, chuckling heartily. "We've got a whole lifetime and we can spend it all in trying out all the things I've dreamed about! This is going to be fun!"
