The overwhelming problems people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under normal circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the athlete who, under pressure to perform well, takes drugs.
Joan, an attractive young housewife in this story, is one of these desperate people, for her problem-a failing relationship with her husband-leads her into the arms of strangers, compelling her to flit from one bed to another in an orgy of hedonistic excess.
Her story is that of a woman struggling desperately for happiness, for some way to save her marriage and self-respect.
HOT WIFE NEXT DOOR-a novel about one of the problems facing modern society and a reflection of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Joan Darby was late for her job interview, but she wasn't really worried. She didn't think she had a change of getting the job. This was her fifth interview in three days and she already knew what she was going to hear.. They would look at her application and then shake their heads.
"Sorry," they would say. "Try us again."
There would be no need in trying them again. She had no skills. All she'd ever done was be a wife. It was all she was qualified to do.
But she and Paul desperately needed money. Paul was sick and couldn't work and the insurance money was running out. And Paul still didn't want her to work. That was why she was late this morning. Paul had been nagging at her, telling her that he didn't want her to go out. Well, what in the hell was she supposed to do. Let them starve? Paul had no real idea of how bad it was getting. The only other alternative was to ask Paul's parents for help and they hadn't spoken in years. Joan knew she would never do that.
Her car was making funny noises as she drove into the motel parking lot. It wasn't going to last much longer, either.
She tried to put on a happier face as she parked her car. It wouldn't do for someone to think she was a sour person trying to get a job like this. Her personality and good looks were all she had going for her.
There was one elderly man watering plants as she got out of the car. She waved to him. He didn't wave back. She felt his eyes on her as she walked to the office and tried the door. Joan didn't mind being ogled. She knew she was a damned attractive woman. Today she had even dressed for being ogled. She'd worn a tight red skirt that showed off the shape of her ass and the length of her shapely legs. She'd worn a frilly blouse that made her look old-fashioned, yet showed plainly the shape of her big, melon shaped tits. She hoped her good looks might help get her the job.
She tried the office door and found it locked. She cursed out loud. Evidently the person who did the hiring had gotten tired of waiting. She knew she'd never get another interview with him. Joan cursed again.
"Oh my," the elderly man said, as he walked up behind her. "You sound upset. Is there something I can do for you?"
"Not unless you can find Mr. Granger."
"I can do that," he said. "I'm Tom Granger."
Immediately Joan put on her brightest smile, even though she was caught completely by surprise. She had expected a much younger man. He had sounded young on the phone.
"A redhead," Tom Granger said. "I bet you're a natural. That bright color didn't come out of a bottle."
"No, it didn't," Joan admitted.
"Good," he said. "I like honest people. The kind who don't try to color themselves."
He was a strange man. And the way he kept looking at her, as if he could see right through her clothes, made her feel a little bit nervous. It was like being stared at by her grandfather.
"Would you like to look around?" Tom said.
"Yes," she answered.
He showed her through the motel. Joan was surprised when he told her the kind of money she could make if she went to work for the motel. Her job would be easy. Just showing the rooms and getting the people to sign the register. And taking the money. There was nothing else that needed to be done.
"Do you think you can handle it?" Tom asked.
"Oh yes," she answered, a little too quickly. "I'm sure I can."
"Good," Tom said. "Then let's go back to the office. There's one other little qualification I've got to tell you about."
Joan's heart thudded. She knew that this last qualification was going to be something that she couldn't handle. It would be the very thing she'd didn't have a skill for. All her dreams of having extra money went right out the window. There was no sense in dreaming.
"What is the other thing?" she asked.
He didn't answer right away. He opened the door to the office and turned the lights on. Joan started feeling uneasy. She wished that he would go ahead and lower the axe. She knew that the qualification was college or something, she just knew it.
"Tell me what else I have to have," she said impatiently.
Tom grinned. "I think that you'll be able to handle the last part of the job all right. You have all the right skills. I can see that."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You're a fine-looking woman," he said. "And the last thing is that you have to be real nice to the man that does the hiring. That's me."
At first she didn't understand what he meant. Then the way he was grinning began to make sense. She was supposed to be a little more than nice to Tom Granger. She tried to look shocked, but she couldn't quite bring it off. The suggestion was not really a surprise to her.
"I don't think so," Joan said.
"Suit yourself," Tom said. "But think about it. You told me your job skills. Nothing. Sugar, you're never going to get a job around her. I know the market. You have to use what you have."
Joan had the uncomfortable feeling that he was right. It angered her, but there was nothing she could do about it. She knew what was going to happen. She could picture it clearly in her mind. Soon they would be taking the house. Her car was about to break down. This job was her only hope.
The only question was how far she was willing to go for it. She very quickly made up her mind. At the moment she was willing to go a hell of a long ways. Tom started to frown when Joan got out. But he smiled when she locked the door and turned around to face him again.
"That's being a smart girl," he said.
"I've never been unfaithful to my husband."
"I guess there's a first time for everything."
There was no way that she was going to get any mercy from him. Tom knew exactly what he wanted from the beautiful redhead. She fingered the top button on her frilly blouse.
"Would you like to do this?" she asked.
"I'd rather watch you," Tom said.
She slowly started undoing the buttons on her blouse. She peeled it off her shoulders and she heard him gasp. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She could hear his breathing get faster as she undressed. A tingling warmth spread through her body. She wasn't supposed to feel this way. But it had been so long for her. Paul was sick and all she could do for him was suck him. It had been so very long since she'd been with a man.
"You are fucking built," Tom said.
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let it drop off her arms and her big, creamy tits fell free. Tom whistled. She lifted her tits in her hands and pointed the huge brown nipples at him.
"Do you like them?" she asked.
"Fucking right I like them."
She wondered what Paul would think if he could see her now. He had always been a prude. No kinky games for Paul. No spicy movies. He would hit the roof if he knew what she was doing to get this job.
She kicked off her high heels and then skimmed her panties down her legs. She never wore stockings. She didn't need any. Her legs were creamy and perfectly shaped. She wished it was the middle of summer and she would have a deep tan. But Tom didn't seem to mind her just as she was.
"You beautiful bitch," he said. "Why don't you come over here?"
"Why?" she asked.
"I want to cop a fucking feel."
She had never heard a man talk so dirty. It excited her. She moved close to him. He grasped both her tits and lifted them. He brushed his fingers across her big brown nipples. She felt them grow hard.
"What a beautiful pair," he said. "I never thought I'd get a gorgeous piece like you asking for this job."
He massaged her big tits until she couldn't stand it anymore. She danced away from him. She could see the uncomfortable bulge in his trousers.
"Why don't you take that out?" she asked him.
"I thought you'd take it out for me," he said. "On your knees."
She grinned. She knew what he wanted. She had done it often enough for Paul. If it was what the old man wanted, she would give him the best suck he'd ever had. She'd suck his dick until her mouth was filled with his slimy cum. She would even swallow it, even though that was something she disliked doing for Paul.
"Get on your knees," the old man said.
She lowered herself to her knees between his legs. He stood with his hands on his hips as she unzipped his trousers and felt inside the opening. She found his hard prick already wet with his leaking juices. She gently eased it out of his trousers.
"Do you know what I want?" he asked. "You want me to suck your dick?" she asked. "Oh yeah," he said.
She felt a hot thrill go through her. He was using her. That was all. Just like a whore. But at least he desired her as a woman. He was turned on by her. He was making her suck his cock for a job and she would do as he asked.
"Suck it, pretty lady," he said.
She surprised him by opening her mouth wide " and taking the entire length of his prick between her lips. She sucked his throbbing staff down until her lips touched his trousers. Then she pulled her head back slowly, letting her teeth scrape against his hot cockflesh.
"Fuck," he groaned.
He grew harder in her mouth. She worked on him with her lips and tongue and she could tell that he was getting more excited by the moment.
She slipped her hand inside his trousers and gently massaged his balls.
"You good sucking cocksucker," he groaned, and he put his hands in her thick red hair. He began to direct the movements of her head until she could feel his hot meat swelling in her mouth and she was tasting his slimy juice. She sucked faster, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head.
But it wasn't what he wanted.
At the last moment he pulled her head back. His dick was dripping juice and she licked it away with her tongue. She still had her hand inside his trousers with her fingers gently caressing his heavy cum-filled balls.
He patted her on the head as a man might pat a good dog. "You're a fantastic cocksucker. But I bet you're even a wilder fuck. I bet you're a fucking animal!"
The thought of him putting his dick into her excited her. She immediately started unbuckling his trousers. She peeled them down his legs and then peeled his shorts down. She got her first really good look at his dick. It was beautiful. Big and strong and powerful looking. His balls hung down heavily, like a stud horse. She bent her head down and licked them both.
"You fucking bitch," he said. "I'm going to fuck your sweet ass off!"
"I think you're bragging," she said. "Bragging? Why, damn you!" He grabbed her under her arms and lifted her to her feet. He kissed her mouth hard. His tongue wiggled between her lips and touched hers. She grabbed his hard cock and squeezed. She needed a fucking like he had promised. Sucking his cock had made her hot and squirmy. She needed a good hard dick in the hot place between her legs.
Tom put his head down to her tits. He sucked on her creamy tit-flesh until she was afraid he was going to suck the entire globe into his mouth. He put one hand between her legs and made her squeal with pleasure. A delightful shiver went through her as she clamped her thighs together on his hand. She humped against him as she felt two of his searching fingers penetrating the lips of her pussy and going deep into the moist warmth.
"I like that," she said. "Oh yes, I do like that!" She continued to squeeze his hard cock as it throbbed in her fingers. She started jerking him off, running her fingers up and down his rubbery staff until her fingers had been covered by his wet lubricating fluid.
"Mmmmmm," she said. "You're getting wet again! You're getting all hot and slippery!" You fucking know it, babe," he said.
She pulled his hand from between her legs. She couldn't stand it anymore. She pushed him back until he climbed up backwards on his office desk. She climbed up on top of him so that she was sitting in his lap with her tits against his chest.
"You crazy cunt," he moaned.
It was an uncomfortable position for him and he didn't let her stay on top of him for long. He pushed her off and finished the job of stripping his clothes off. He didn't have a bad body for such an elderly man. She ran her fingers through the thick white hair on his chest. He put his arms around her and pulled her snug against him. His chest mashed her titties and made her feel a little hotter.
She pushed away again and put her attention on that monstrous purple rod between his legs. She was thinking how goddamned good it was going to feel slamming into her pussy. God, she had been without one for so long. She needed it.
He put his head down so that his lips could suck on her titty-flesh again. He sucked one of her big nipples into his mouth and rolled it beneath his tongue. She moaned softly. His wet, hungry lips sucked harder at her burning flesh. She loved the feeling of her soft flesh being sucked deep into his mouth. She also loved the way his tongue worked on her big nipples. He started to bite her nipples gently and this drove her wild.
"Oh that feels good," she sobbed. "That feels good. Keep doing that!"
He sucked her flesh harder and used his teeth to scrape against her tender nipples. She wanted to scream. She put her hand between her legs and fingered her hot aching cunt. Paul had never made her feel like this. Her body was burning up. She pulled at his head.
"You titty sucking bastard," she cried. "Boy, you like it, don't you? You like sucking titty?"
"Mmmmmmmm," was his only answer. She didn't know what was wrong with her. With Paul she had never had the temptation to talk dirty and to feel dirty. Right then she would have been happy if ten men had walked through the door. She would have let every one of them fuck her. Every hard cock!
He opened his mouth wider so that he could take more of her creamy flesh into his mouth. She arched her back trying to force her whole titty down his throat. She grabbed the back of his head, letting her fingers tangle in his white curly hair. She could feel her body rocking with tingles of heat. She wanted that empty hole between her legs to be filled by every inch of his hard, meaty cock. If only Paul could have given her what she needed. Then she wouldn't feel so hot and horny. But Paul couldn't. And Tom was here and she had to have it.
"I'm ready to fuck," she groaned. "I want to take that big fucking cock in my pussy. Oh God, I don't think I've ever been so fucking hot!"
He pulled away. His face was red with lust. He pulled her toward his desk and she knew what he wanted. She bent over the desk so that her tits touched the hard wood. She knew she was going to get his dick from behind, like some kind of degraded person. But she also knew that this was exactly the way she wanted to feel. Degraded. Disgusted with herself for being a cunt, but loving every minute of it. She wanted to feel that sense of wickedness.
"I'm going to fuck you, cunt," he said. "I'm going to tear your ass off."
"Then give it to me," she said. "Give it to me hard just like you promised. Fuck my ass off!"
She was squirming and wiggling against him. She could feel his powerful cock rubbing the crack between her asscheeks. He took his cock in hand and pressed it against the snug entrance to her pussy hole. She squirmed faster as she felt the first hot pressure against her cunt. His cockhead went easily between the plump, sensitive lips of her cunt.
"Put it in me hard," she begged him. "Put that big fucking stick in me hard! Hard!"
"If that's what you want, cunt!" He slammed his prick into her pussy the rest of the way. She was filled up with cock, the walls of her pussy stretched deliciously. She cried out in joy as he pulled his prick half way out and then slammed it forcefully back into her again.
"That's the way," she cried. "Fuck me good. That's the way I want it."
His breathing was quick as he began driving his prick in and out of her cunt. She loved it. She loved every tingle that went through her when his prick slammed into her cunt walls. She loved the way she felt when his wet jism leaked into her.
"That's the way," she cried. "That's the fucking way. Fuck me. Hump me good!"
He reached around her and grasped her tits. He began to squeeze them as he fucked her. She grew wilder with each thrust-a wanton wild woman, moving wickedly with each thrust. She no longer thought of it as blackmail. The only thing she could think of was how good it felt. How wonderfully delicious that big cock felt each time it thrust her cunt walls apart.
"Aghhhhhh," he groaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come!"
"Not yet," she pleaded with him. "Just a few minutes longer! Just a few minutes!"
He slowed his pace, but she could already feel the hard swelling of his cock that told her his eruption wasn't going to be very far off. She knew he was going to come too soon to do her any good.
"Not yet," she pleaded with him. "Please. Don't come yet. Just a few minutes longer!"
"I'm sorry, baby," he gasped. "Sorry! Can't help it. I'm sorry but I'm going to come! I'M FUCKING COMINGGGGGG!"
There was nothing she could do to prevent it. She humped back against him one last time as she felt his hot jism spurting into her cunt. It wasn't enough for her. She kept squirming against him but she could feel his cock shrinking. She closed on his cock with her cunt walls, but nothing she did could stop him from getting soft.
"You're fantastic," he groaned. "Baby, you are fucking fantastic! Fantastic!"
She felt sick to her stomach. She needed relief and she knew that he was not going to give it to her. She waited until he had pulled himself away.
"Does this mean I get the job?" she asked coldly.
"Baby," he said. "The job is yours!"
CHAPTER TWO
"Is that you, Joan?"
Joan had been trying to slip into the house without awakening her husband. But he was already awake. Paul was propped up on two pillows on the couch. She noticed, with disgust, that he had been drinking. Three empty beer cans were on the floor beside him. Joan wished he wouldn't drink. It only seemed to anger him more, and when he was in an angry mood he could be mean.
"It's me," Joan said, walking around to the front of the couch where he could see her.
"And did you get the job?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I told you I didn't want you to work."
"I know that," she said. "But I have to. We're getting short on money. I have to work, Paul.
Don't you see?"
"No," he said.
Paul had once been a very handsome man. He'd been a little heavy, but he was tall and dark and had a nice smile. That was what had attracted Joan to him. His nice smile. He'd also had very fast hands. Joan remembered that second date when he'd practically had her blouse unbuttoned before she could tell him no. He'd been quite proud of himself then.
Now Paul was sickly and pale. She wouldn't have minded that, not all that much. She was his wife and she would have been good to him. But it was the money. The money was making him crazy. The insurance had run out and now he was thinking that he couldn't support his wife anymore. The money was breaking them up.
"Paul," she said. She tried one last time. "I have to work. I have to."
"You're a bitch," he said. "You're good for nothing but sucking my cock."
She was shocked. She'd never heard Paul talk to her like that before. She'd never heard him use that kind of language. He must really be upset with the idea of her working. Or maybe it was simply the beer. He seemed to get angry each time he drank. She wished he would stop. It wasn't helping matters.
"Paul," she said. "You shouldn't say things like that."
"Why not?" he asked. "It's true. You are a bitch. Don't think I haven't been watching you. You can't get it from your husband so you have to look elsewhere. I've seen you shaking your ass for the man next door, Alan Colby."
"That's not true," Joan protested weakly. She. couldn't protest very strongly because what he said was true. She had given her ass an extra wiggle when she saw him watching one day. Alan Colby's wife had died a few years before. He had one tall son. And he looked at her sometimes, with lust in his eyes. She had given him an innocent wiggle. Or had it been innocent?
"You're goddamn right it's true," Paul shouted. "You walk around shaking your ass and tits like I don't see you. I know what you're doing, baby. I wasn't born yesterday."
Paul was making her angry. It wasn't fair that he should treat her like this. He was acting as if it were her fault that he had gotten sick, as if it were her fault that she had to go out looking for a job. He should realize that she didn't want to work. She didn't want to leave him. She wanted things to be as they were before, and they never could be again.
"I want another beer," Paul said.
"Don't you think you've had enough?"
"I'll fucking decide when I've had enough," he shouted. "Get your big ass into the kitchen and bring me another beer."
She went just to avoid more argument. He was looking at her in a different way when she came back. She knew that look. She opened the beer and handed it to him. He sipped at the foamy liquid, but he kept his eyes on her.
"Show me your titties," he said.
It was a game he played with her. He couldn't get himself hard any more. It was hard work. He would have to play a little game until he was rigid enough for her to suck off. That was all that poor Paul was capable of. At first she had been happy to do him the service, but lately he had started to expect it at odd times and she'd had to work harder to get him rigid. Sometimes, the only way he could get himself hard was by hurting her. He would pinch, or slap her around until she was crying. For some reason that seemed to make his dick rigid.
"It's getting late," she said.
"Show me your fucking tits," he said. "You've been shaking your tits for everybody else. Now pull your blouse off and show me your boobs!"
She saw it was no use protesting. For the second time that evening she unbuttoned her blouse and took her bra off. Her big boobs fell free and her nipples became immediately turgid. She still hadn't gotten over the session with Tom. He had gotten her so fucking hot and then left her frustrated. Now she was feeling the warm tingles again.
"Like a cow," Paul said. "You've got big tits like a goddamn cow!"
She could feel tears stinging at her eyes. "Some men like them."
"Sure," he said. "Men who like cow tits. Take off the rest of your clothes!"
"Please, Paul," she begged him. "Not tonight!"
"Take off the rest of your clothes, bitch," he said. "Strip your goddamn big ass naked!"
She wondered what he would do if she refused. There was little he could do. He couldn't move around as fast as he had once moved. Probably he could do little more than throw something at her. But she knew it was no use trying to fool herself. She couldn't refuse. There was something in her nature that made her crawl before him. Some sense of wifely obligation that made her do everything that he demanded, not matter how degrading it was.
And maybe she also felt a little guilty.
She still remembered the excitement the old man had made her feel. She wouldn't be able to forget that in a while. It might have started out as blackmail, but it had turned into something else.
She hadn't gone out intending to be unfaithful to her husband.
"Take the fucking clothes off," Paul demanded.
She stripped herself naked. It took her only a few minutes. She watched Paul's eyes cloud over as he stared at her lush body. He used to love to look at her body. Now he acted as if her beautiful body made him hate her, as if he couldn't stand to look at her. Yet, he kept making her undress so he could look at her.
"Turn around," he said.
She turned slowly so that he could take a good look at the fine shape of her ass. Her ass and legs were as perfect as a woman's could be. Maybe her tits were a little too large. But there was nothing he could say against her ass and legs.
"You're getting fat," Paul said.
This time the tears did run down both her cheeks. She choked back a sob as she turned to face him again. "Paul. Paul, why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm not doing anything to you," he said.
"You're treating me like an animal," she said. "Like some kind of animal. I haven't done anything to you."
Paul grinned and she didn't like it. "But you're going to, cunt. You're going to do something for me. Do you know what you're going to do for your husband?"
"Yes," she answered. "I'm going to suck you."
"Yeah," he said.
She sighed. She just wasn't getting through to her husband. Maybe something in his mind had snapped with the sickness. She couldn't find the nice part of Paul that she had known once. It just wasn't there anymore.
"Yeah," Paul said again. "I want you to suck my dick. I want you to come over here and suck my dick!"
She went to her husband. She kneeled down on the rug. Paul sat up with his legs dangling on each side of her. He pulled down his pajamas until he had freed his limp prick. She took it gently.
She winced with pain as he grabbed her titties. He wasn't as gentle as she was. He squeezed hard and pinched her nipples. She felt them grow painfully hard, but it wasn't because she was hot. She was hurting.
"Beat it good, baby," Paul said. "Make my cock fat and hard!"
She took hold of it and began to move her hand up and down. His cock took a while but it finally grew stiff. She moved her hand higher so that she was beating the sensitive ridge just underneath the purplish crown.
"Yeah," Paul groaned. "Yeah!" He kept painfully pinching her on her tits. "You got big cow tits, baby. Big cow tits!"
Some of his hot jism leaked out onto her fingers. The hot head of his prick had already started to smear with his cumjuice. She had the feeling he was going to want her to go all the way this time. He knew she didn't like to swallow his cum, but he was in a fouler mood than usual. He was going to want her to swallow every drop of his thick cum juice. She hoped she could make him happy. She didn't want to make him angrier, so angry that he would start to swing at her.
"Come on and suck it," Paul said. "Suck my prick! Put it in your mouth and suck it!"
Paul put one hand behind her head and pulled her forward. His prick head missed her mouth. The slimy meat rubbed against her cheek and into her hair. Then across her forehead leaving a wet trail. Then back down her cheek. Then his prick finally touched her lips.
He didn't let her take his cock right into her open mouth. He made her lick his slimy cockhead. She put her tongue against the purplish crown and started licking his juice away. Once she had liked the taste of his cum. Now she could hardly stand it. She didn't know what had changed her. She rolled a thick drop of his juice on her tongue and then sucked it down her throat. Another. She licked the long length of his rod down to his balls and then back up again.
He put one hand behind her head and kept her still. With his other hand he pushed his cock snug against her lips. She had no choice. She widened her lips and shoved his prick into her mouth. He stuffed his prick savagely into her mouth and he went deep. Too deep. She choked. He pulled his prick half out of her mouth and gave her a minute to catch her breath. Then he shoved it back into her mouth.
Almost automatically her tongue slipped underneath the bulbous head of his prick. She could feel the sensitive ridge sliding down into her throat just as deep as Tom's cock had gone. Once again she choked but this time Paul didn't pull his prick back out of her mouth.
"You can take it," he said. "I know you can. You were made for sucking cock!"
She could hardly get her breath. Her mouth was full of slimy cock meat and she was afraid she was going to be sick. She willed herself to relax. Paul's dick could evidently feel the tension easing out of her jaws because he relaxed his grip.
"Yeah," he said. "You're a natural cocksucker. Suck my prick good!"
She knew that she was going to have to take Paul all the way. She was going to have to let him come in her mouth. Strangely enough she started to enjoy it. She didn't know why. Maybe it had something to do with the excitement left over from Tom's fucking her. But she was beginning to like sucking Paul's cock. That was good because it was better if she enjoyed it. At least it didn't seem so disgusting.
"Move your head back and forth," Paul directed her. "Yes, like that, bitch!"
Paul let go of the back of her head completely. Instead he placed his hands on either side of her forehead and pulled her hair back. She knew he was getting hotter by watching her face. She wondered what she looked like. Probably a mess. At least like some kind of degraded whore.
And wasn't that how she had been acting all day long?
She felt that tingling sensation in her pussy again. Damn, she was frustrated. It wasn't something Paul was going to do anything about, and she couldn't go out and pick up a man on the street. She wasn't ready for that yet. But she was damned frustrated, and she needed a cock. A big thick cock to fill up her cunt and make her happy. Jesus, how could a woman get the way she was!
She was really starting to enjoy herself. She was going after his prick like it was some kind of candy. She was licking and sucking, her tongue a wild, abandoned thing coating his cock with her saliva. She was starting to love the taste of his thick, throbbing meat as she hadn't liked it in a long time. She was starting to like the tingle that went through her with every drop of his jism that leaked into her mouth. It was good. Damned good. She was getting used to the idea of giving him a good blow-job. A blow-job from an expert. Didn't he think she was a natural at it?
She pulled her head back and he groaned. But this time she stayed away only long enough to finish peeling his pajamas off. She left his pajamas at his knees. He wasn't wearing any shorts.
"Mmmmm," she said, putting her hand gently underneath his cum-filled balls. "They're so heavy!"
They're filled with cum, bitch!" Mmmmmmm. Am I going to get a mouthful of that?"
"If you keep sucking."
She teased his balls with her fingertips while she wrapped her other hand around the base of his shaft. She lowered her head so that her soft red hair brushed against his steamy meat. She moved her head from side to side so that her hair brushed all over his prick. Then she took a few strands of her hair and wrapped them around his shaft. She started beating him off until his jism was soaking her hair.
"Suck me, bitch," he moaned. "Show me how good you are at sucking cock. Suck me!"
She kept up her teasing motions a few minutes longer before she put her lips back to his cockhead. Immediately she could taste his jism smearing her lips. He was really getting past the point of no return. A few minutes longer and she would have to take a mouthful of his cum into her mouth.
She felt nervous again, but she shrugged the feeling off. She stabbed at his slit with her tongue and tasted more of his salty tasting jism. His cum tasted only slightly different from the taste she had of Tom's. Still, she didn't like it as well anymore. She parted her lips and took his cockhead into her mouth. Slowly she let the rest of his prick slide into her throat. She took him deep until she could feel his cockhead wedged against the muscles at the back of her throat.
"Oh fuck," Paul groaned. "Fuck!"
She started to bob her head up and down while she let her teeth scrape his meat gently.
Paul quit watching her face. He put his hands back on her head. He started pulling her against his prick a little faster. She got ready for it to happen. In another few moments she knew he would be flooding her mouth with jism. She still didn't like it.
"I'm coming," Paul cried. He bucked savagely into her mouth and she started tasting thick cum. "I'm going to fucking come. I want you to swallow it! SWALLOW ITTTTTT!"
He gave her no chance to pull her head away. His hands clamped down on the back of her head fiercely. He held her still as his prick started pumping hot cock cream into her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but she couldn't swallow quickly enough. His cock cream bubbled from the corners of her mouth and dripped on him. She swallowed noisily but he wasn't satisfied with that. He waited until she had licked his cock clean and then she saw his fist coming at her.
She ducked part of the blow, but he still got a piece of her head and sent her tumbling. He couldn't get to her but he tried. She scrambled out of his way and he couldn't move quick enough to catch her.
"Bitch," he said. "Bitch, I told you to swallow it all!"
"I tried, Paul," she said. "I tried."
"You didn't try hard enough," he said. "You didn't fucking try hard enough. Go and get me another fucking beer. Shake your big ass!"
She hurried into the kitchen and brought him another beer. She was careful that he didn't grab her when she handed it to him. He didn't try. He sipped his beer and gave her a look of intense hatred.
"Get the fuck out of my sight," he said. She was only too glad to leave.
CHAPTER THREE
Joan enjoyed her first day on the job tremendously. She got to meet a lot of nice people. Of course, she didn't meet very many handsome men. Mostly it was married couples. But all of them were very nice and she enjoyed talking with them. It made her happier to think she was getting paid for this.
It was nearly quitting time when she noticed a young couple getting out of their car. Evidently they were newly married because they held hands as they walked to the motel office. Joan caught her breath as they drew close. The girl was pretty enough. But the guy! He was one of the most handsome men that Joan had ever seen. He was tall and slim and had blue eyes and dark wavy hair. He had a smile that showed a lot of perfect teeth. Joan was aware of a warmth in her pussy as she stared at him. He was appealing. She thought about Paul and Tom. Both of them had wanted her and they had taken what they wanted. It was time she learned to be a little bit aggressive about what she wanted. And she knew she wanted this young man.
"We'd like to register," the young man said, glancing at his young bride nervously.
Joan smiled. "Certainly. I bet that you would like our little honeymoon room."
"Yes," he said quickly. "But make it something that's not very expensive. You see, we just got married and we're still living with the folks. This is our night out."
"Hmmm," Joan said. "I think you'll like our little room."
Joan was glad she had chosen to dress nicely on her first day. Tom had told her she could wear anything she desired but Joan had wanted to look girlish. She wore a medium length brown skirt and a frilly blouse. Also high heels that made her legs look great. She had the feeling the boy was looking at her legs as she walked ahead of them. "I think you'll like this," Joan said, as she opened the room door.
She was searching for a way to split up husband and wife long enough for some fun and games. She was sure of her ability to seduce the young boy once she had him alone. But she thought that she might as well give up that idea. There was no way she was going to split them up.
She handed the boy the key. "Here."
"Thank you."
The young couple went inside and shut the door behind them. Joan sighed. There was going to be a lot of fucking going on in that room that night. A hell of a lot of fucking. It made Joan jealous. Damn, she needed a man who would fuck her good and keep her satisfied. She thought about Paul and she almost got sick to her stomach. He was getting worse every day.
She went back to the office. She was done for the day. In a half hour the night clerk would be coming on. She tidied up a few things and got ready to leave. She was surprised when the office door opened and it was the young man.
"Is it too late to check back out?" he asked angrily.
"Check out?" Joan asked.
"We had a little fight," he said. "I'm taking her back to my folks house."
"These things work themselves out," she said, "maybe if you gave it another try."
"Not tonight," he said angrily.
Joan saw her chance. He was really mad at his young wife. Probably he had been all set for a little pussy. A man who didn't get what he wanted from his wife was easy game for some other woman. Joan was ready to pounce.
"I'm sorry," she said. "You'll have to pay for the room. Why don't you come back after you leave her at home?"
"Come back," he said. "What for? Why should I come back?"
"I think you'll find a good reason waiting on you."
The young man understood then. His face grew a little pale. But she could tell that he was very interested. He wanted to come back. Badly. He backed out of the office but he was nodding his head as if he was agreeing to come back.
A few minutes later the night man came on. He made a few suggestive remarks to her but Joan was thinking about the young man. She went out to sit in her car. She didn't have to wait for long. She saw the flicker of headlights as he pulled back into the motel parking lot. He got out and opened her car door. He looked pale but his eyes studied her with obvious interest. Joan felt a giddy rush of excitement. The young man looked so innocent that he could have been a virgin.
"That didn't take long," Joan said. "What did you do with your sweet wife?"
"I just left her," he said. "I told my Dad that I had to drive around to do some thinking."
"That was smart," Joan said. "Now would you like to walk me over to your room."
He nodded. He followed her to the motel room. She turned on the lights and then walked to the center of the small room. She could see beads of sweat on his forehead.
"What's your name," Joan asked.
"Bobby," he answered.
"Are you nervous, Bobby?"
"A little," he admitted.
"Well my name is Joan, Bobby," she said. "And there's no reason for you to be nervous."
It didn't look as if he agreed with her. Especially when she started undoing the buttons of her blouse. He gasped as she freely shrugged the frilly blouse off her shoulders. She wore a pretty black bra that made her creamy tits push up like they were going to spill out of the cups at any moment. There was hunger in his eyes as he ogled her big tits. She had the feeling he was comparing her to his young wife. She knew that men loved her tits, no matter what Paul said.
"Do you like them?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered. "They're fantastic. But take your bra off. I can't see them well."
"Have a little patience, honey," she told him.
She slid down the zipper of her skirt and casually stepped out of it. She left her high heels on so that her fantastic legs looked even better. She could tell that she was driving him crazy. He had his hand over the hard bulge in his trousers and he was trying not to appear as if he was rubbing himself. She put her hand in the waistband of her flimsy panties and tugged them down a little.
"Do you want me to take them off?" she asked.
"God yes!"
She tugged the panties down partially, just enough so that he could see the tops of her reddish pubic hairs curling out from under the fabric. She didn't pull them down far enough for him to see her pussy lips but she knew he was letting his imagination run wild.
"Maybe I should let you take the rest off," she said, with a shy smile.
She only had to say it once. He crossed the room and dropped to his knees between her legs. He wasn't as innocent as she had first thought. He wasn't hesitant about pulling her panties down her long, shapely legs. She finally had to take-off her high shoes to kick the panties off. He stared at her reddish pussy mound. She parted her legs a little and put her hands on the back of his head.
"Kiss it for me, sugar," she said softly.
He buried his face in the soft muff between her legs. This was what she had craved for such a long time. She felt the slow, gentle probing of his tongue. He pushed his tongue through the thick, juiced up pussy hairs to touch the plump, passion aroused lips of her pussy. Standing up, he could do little but lick at her. But that was almost enough. The touch of his tongue against her cunt was enough to make her tingle all over.
"That's sweet, baby," she moaned softly. "That's really sweet. You make me feel so nice."
She ran her fingers through his wavy hair as he licked her. This was nicer than she had expected. She hadn't dreamed the young man would know enough to lick her cunt this way. His wife could have been a very lucky woman. Foolish girl.
It felt so good that she hated to push him away. But she was randy and it was time to move onto other things. She gently held his head back as she went down on her knees in front of him. She pressed her lips against his. She pushed with her tongue and he opened his mouth. She touched her tongue against his in a deep throated kiss. His hands stroked her shoulders and then her back. She even felt him fumbling with her bra. Finally she had to reach behind her back and do it for him.
She gave a throaty moan as the cups fell away from her big, luscious tits. His hands immediately covered them. He started squeezing them like he was kneading dough. She didn't mind. She sensed the desperate hunger in him. Her nipples hardened and brushed his hands.
"I want you to use your mouth on them," she told him. "I want to feel your mouth!"
She stretched out on her back on the soft carpet. He fell on top of her and his mouth immediately went to one of her thrusting tits. His teeth bit gently at her flesh. She cautioned him to take it easy. He stopped biting but he was trying to suck all of her tit into his mouth.
"Ummmmmm baby," she moaned. "Keep doing that. I like that. OH, you're nice to me!"
He moved his wet lips from one lust swollen tit to the other. His tongue licked her flesh. His teeth pulled at her. She responded by trying to cram more of her tender flesh into his mouth. Damn, but he was a lot more experienced than she had expected him to be. He knew how to use his lips, teeth and tongue in such a way that caused her to respond in an animal fashion.
Yet, there was still something innocent about him!
He kept that virginal quality even when he was lustily sucking on her big tits. That quality turned her on even more. She had a need for a dick like this. In fact, she had a need for almost any man's dick.
Joan parted her legs when she felt his hand groping. His fingers brushed the sensitive lips of her pussy and she shivered. She parted her legs wider so that he could reach her cunt better. His hand cupped her venus mound. Then one finger gently parted the folds of her pussy and pushed inside. She shivered all over as she tried to squeeze her cunt walls against his finger.
The warmth of his finger wasn't enough. She reached down and grabbed his hand and she guided another of his fingers inside her steamy pussy. She also directed the movement of his hand until he was stabbing his fingers in and out of her pussy.
"That's better," she moaned. "Oh, that's so much better! It's making me hot all over!"
They kissed again and rubbed their tongues together. She moved her hand over the front of his trousers. She squeezed the hot throbbing bulge she found there. His cock jumped at the touch of her fingers. He was really excited.
"Oooooh," she said. "Why don't you get naked?"
She helped him strip out of his clothes. He had a good, strong body. He was not built as well as Paul had once been, but his cock was a proud, rigid tool. A gigantic purplish head stared at her.
"Ummmmm," she said. "I want to kiss that!"
He groaned and stretched out on his back. She lay on her belly between his legs. She touched her lips softly against his pulsating crown. She tasted spermy meat. She widened her lips and sucked the hot cockhead into her mouth.
She moved her head up and down, letting her teeth scrape the hot crown. He groaned and put his hands in her hair. She could feel his fingers tangling in her reddish tresses as he tried to pull her face closer to his crotch. She didn't mind sucking him. He tasted good. But she could feel his cock throbbing powerfully and she was afraid he wasn't going to last long. And first she wanted to feel that hot rod in her cunt.
She stayed between his legs only a few seconds longer. She made sure her silky hair brushed his hot cock. She saw a few more of his cum bubbles appear at the tip of his cock.
"Eat me, baby," he groaned. "Eat my prick!"
"Ummmmm," she answered. "I love to suck prick, but you're too excited. And first I want to fuck you!"
"Oh yes," he agreed. "I want to fuck. I want to feel your hot pussy around my prick!"
He started to get up but she pushed him back down again. First she wanted to be on top. She could sense that he was a little bit shocked as she slid up his chest sensuously. She brushed her big tits against his chest and let his cock rub her belly and thighs.
"Haven't you ever done it with the woman on top?" Joan asked him. "No," he admitted.
"Then you're in for a fine experience," Joan told him. "One I think you'll like."
She kissed him hungrily even as her silken thighs parted and his hard prick pressed the hot groove of her pussy. She closed her thighs against his throbbing meat and began moving back and forth. Her thighs clutched at his rod like two massaging hands. She could tell that she was getting to him. He was trying to lift his hips off the carpet so that he could push his cock against her wet snatch. She wasn't ready for that yet. She wanted him to be so hot that he couldn't stand it.
She moved down his body again. She pressed his hot prick between her two big tits and held the creamy flesh tightly over him. Holding her tits together made a warm cavern for his cock and he started thrusting between her tits like he was thrusting into her hot twat.
She let him do that until she felt him leaking onto her soft tit-flesh. She drew away. Once again she slid up his body. This time she reached between them and took a good hold on his cock. She could feel the blood pumping through his enlarged cock. She moved her hand down to feel his heavy balls. Both his sacs were filled with his cum, cum that would soon be spurting into her hot pussy.
"Are you ready to fuck?" she asked him.
"I've been ready to fuck," he groaned. "I'm so hot my balls are going to break off at any minute."
"Good," she said. "That's exactly how I want you to be!"
This time she sat up on him so that his prick-head nudged her pussy. She gently slid back and forth over his swollen cockhead. She was wet enough to easily admit his cockhead. She shivered in pleasure as his bulbous cockhead stretched her pussy. His prick throbbed so deliciously, and somehow made her body respond with the same throbbing rhythm. She pushed down on him and his prick jabbed the rest of the way into the warmth of her wet twat.
He yelled and pulled back his cock and then thrust it into her again. That felt good, and Joan could quickly feel herself start to loose control of the situation.
"Wait," she said. "Wait! Not so fast!"
But Bobby was too excited. Nothing was going to make him wait. He was lifting his ass off the carpet and thrusting his cock rapidly into her cunt, so rapidly that she could hardly stay with him. She was glad she had been so hot and ready or he might have hurt her with his furious stroking.
"I give up," she said. "Oh, that feels so damned good! You know how to fuck!"
He wasn't getting the powerful thrusts that he wanted. But that didn't last for long. She felt Bobby grip her shoulders and push her off his prick. He was pushing her down on her back before she could do anything. There wouldn't have been any use in trying to stop him. He was mad with lust.
"Yessssss," she said. "Fuck me, Bobby! Fuck me like a cunt! Oh yesssss!"
He reached beneath her and took hold of her asscheeks with two hot grips. He plunged his big cock into her pussy with deep strokes. She was awed by the intensity of his lust. This was what she had been waiting on for so long. This young man wanted to drive her ass into the floor with the rapid thrusting of his dick.
"That's good," she cried. "Give it to me! Give me a lot of good fucking!"
There was no guilt over his new bride in the way that he fucked Joan. They were two fucking animals, and that was just the way Joan wanted it. She was able to slip her hand between their slippery bodies to fondle his balls. They were so damn heavy! He was going to flood her cunt when he finally came.
He bent his head far enough to touch his lips to her nipple. She arched her back and he sucked some of her sweet and tender flesh deep into his mouth. She moaned as she felt him rubbing his tongue across the aching nipple.
"Fuck me," she screamed. "Fuck me hard!"
He started driving his cock into her a little faster, his hands gripping her asscheeks tightly. She could hear the soft noises his big cock made as he slammed it into her. She squeezed his balls as tightly as she dared.
"Baby," he grunted. "Fucking your pussy feels so good! You're so fucking tight and hot!"
She felt something explode in her belly. Fiery shivers went all over her body. She wrapped her arms around his back and held him tightly.
"I'm going to come," she gasped. "I'm coming! Shit, it feels fantastic! It's been so long! You've got a fucking big cock! SUCK, FUCK, SUCK, FUCK, SUCKING COCKSUCKING FUCK, FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
The first hot explosion in her belly was immediately followed by others. She jabbed her fingernails into his back and raked him until she drew blood. He didn't seem to feel it. He was still driving his cock powerfully into her pussy, even as her wet juices flooded his pumping prick.
"Now move that ass, babe," he demanded. "Move your sweet big ass!"
She kept rocking back and forth underneath him, sliding her cunt on the length of his cock and milking his prick of the first few drops of his leaking cum. His hands directed the movements of her ass and making her shake herself like a belly dancer.
She knew what would drive him even crazier. She lifted her legs and locked them high around his back. She gasped as she felt his cock go a little deeper. He couldn't believe it. He drove his prick in and out of her as fast as it was humanly possible. She felt the first swelling of his cockhead.
"I'm getting close," he gasped. "Fucking close!"
"Pour it in me, baby," she urged him. "Squirt your hot cum in my pussy! Squirt it! I'm just a hot box for your cum! Just a hot fuck-box!"
"You fucking bitch," he moaned. "You hot piece of ass. I'm going to tear your ass off! I'm going to tear your fucking ass off! You COCKSUCKING PUSSY, PUSSY, WHORE, BITCH!"
She locked her legs tightly around him as she felt him getting ready to come. He raised up and slammed his prick into her pussy as hard as he could. Then she felt him shudder, and his thick, hot cream began spurting wildly into her hungry cunt. Again she had been right about him. He had a gallon of cum for her pussy. She was flooded with his cream!
"That's the way, baby," she said. "Pour the rest of it in my cunt! Fill up my pussy! Or anything else! I love cum all over me!"
He looked at her suspiciously but she felt him pulling his prick out of her pussy. He placed his spermy cockhead against her belly and she could feel the wet of his jism. He groaned and another wad of jism spurted onto her soft belly. She couldn't believe it. Then she looked into his face and she realized that coming on her belly was probably one of his fantasies. He'd probably never gotten the nerve to do it with anyone else.
"You're sweet," she said, putting her fingertips in the sticky trail of jism on her belly and putting her fingers into her mouth. He was looking at her in shock. "I wish we could do that again, but it's getting late and I have a husband!"
For the first time he looked a little guilty. He was starting to think about what he had done. Joan couldn't feel sorry for him. She didn't make him do it. But she had enjoyed it!
CHAPTER FOUR
Alan Colby was thinking about his next door neighbor as he watered his rose bushes. He always thought about Joan whenever he was in the yard. Or looked out his bedroom window. What normal red-blooded male wouldn't think about a woman like her. Especially if he was over-sexed and his wife had been dead for a long while.
And Joan might be feeling hungry for some male company. She was a stunning woman. A woman who made his mouth water every time he saw the sweet swing of her ass. Not that she'd ever given Alan, or any other man in the neighborhood, the slightest hint that she'd be willing to play around. She seemed happily married, even if her husband was an invalid. Alan had made a few half-hearted attempts but he'd been rejected.
Of course, her husband had been healthy and well able to take care of her needs, then. Now her husband was sickly and there was nobody to take care of the appetites of a woman like Joan.
Thinking about the luscious redhead, in the warm glow of the afternoon sunshine was causing his prick to swell in his trousers and press uncomfortably. He thought about some of the other women in the neighborhood. There were a few housewives he could try. Some of them had made it evident that they wouldn't mind him getting into their panties.
At that moment he noticed the redhead driving in next door. He hadn't even realized she'd been away. He turned off the water and walked across his yard. She was a little startled when she looked up and found him standing near her door.
"Can I help with something?" he asked.
"I was just buying a few groceries," she explained. "I don't have as much time since I got the new job."
"You look tired," Alan said.
"I am," she admitted. 'The job's not hard but it's been taking a lot out of me."
He took her bag of groceries and they walked in silence to the front door. Alan stayed a half step behind her so that he could watch the tempting wiggle of her big ass. He wished she had on a shorter skirt. He knew she had good legs.
She bent over to put her key in the lock and he could see her big round tits pressed tightly against her blouse. He wondered if she ever went without a bra. He decided that she wasn't the type. Joan would be cold and prudish until a man got down to action. Then he had the feeling that she would turn into a fireball. Joan was just the kind of woman Alan liked. A lady in public but a cunt in bed.
"My husband's not at home," Joan said, opening the door. "He had an appointment with the Doctor."
"Anything serious?" he questioned.
"He's been sick for a long time."
"Where do you want me to put this?"
"On the table will be just fine," she said, as they walked into the kitchen, "would you like some coffee?"
"No," Alan said. "You just look so tired."
"I am. I'm completely dead. The work isn't hard but it keeps me going. Especially after taking care of Paul. It never seems like there's enough hours in the day."
"I can imagine," he said sympathetically.
She was putting groceries up and Alan was just talking without thinking about what he was saying. What he was concentrating on was the swell of her beautiful ass. Damn, wouldn't he like to grab hold of that stuff with both hands. Alan would bet they hadn't been grabbed in a good long while. He'd like to put his seven inches to her and see how she'd like it.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like coffee?"
"No thank you. But I bet I know what you'd like. One of my best backrubs. I'm a genius at them."
"I don't think so," she said suspiciously.
"It'll do wonders for you," Alan said.
They walked into the living room together and she sat down on the couch. He stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He could feel the knots of tension. "You're tighter than a steel spring. I think you're ready for a good massage."
"Your fingers do feel good," she admitted.
Joan hadn't yet realized it, but Alan had undone the top two buttons of her blouse. He was now slipping his fingers down low enough to touch the top of her bra. He gently stroked the creamy titty flesh that spilled out of the top of the cups. She had a nice pair.
"That feels so good," Joan said softly, as her body tingled with the delicious pleasure of his soothing touch. "Oh, your fingers feel so very nice when you rub like that."
Alan was grinning smugly. His face would have frightened her if she could have seen it. He had the third button of her blouse undone and his fingers had already dipped into the warm cavern between her luscious tits. He was having a great deal of trouble stopping himself from ripping her bra off and grabbing those sweet creamy mounds.
Her bra was too tight for him to go any farther and he knew he was going to have to get rid of it. This was the dangerous part. He put his hands back on her shoulders and slipped them gently down her back. He undid the bra hooks without any problems. Then he felt her tense as she realized what he was doing.
"Now don't get upset," Alan said softly. "You know you need this as much as I do."
"I might need it," Joan admitted, "but we can't. My husband might be coming home at any minute."
"Don't worry about him," Alan said.
"I have to worry about him. He's my husband and he'd hit the ceiling."
"He's not going to catch us," Alan said. "Why don't you relax. I won't hurt you. And I'm pretty good. I keep myself in pretty good shape. I think you need a man like me."
"Maybe."
He moved his hands slowly down her front, slipping them under the new loose bra cups and filling his hands with her luscious big tits. It was just as he had imagined. Her big soft boobs filled his hands completely.
"Let me go," she said. "I don't want to be found like this by my husband. You don't know how mad he can get."
"I told you not to worry."
Alan had never felt so excited as he did at that moment. The redheaded woman was enough to excite anyone, but that wasn't the only reason he felt so aroused. It was knowing that she had so little control over herself.
She was trembling as Alan unbuttoned her blouse all the way down the front. This way he could feast his eyes on her luscious big tits.
She could only moan as he pulled her blouse off. She tried to clutch feebly at her bra but he easily pulled it away. He walked around to the front of the couch and stood ogling her beautiful tits. Damn, she did have a pair. All creamy flesh with big brown nipples. A nice mouthful.
"You couldn't get your hands around them," Alan said softly. "You'd need six hands and even then you couldn't cover them well. You're a gorgeous piece. You look better than I ever dreamed you'd look."
She blushed a pretty pink color and she made no attempt to pull away as he sat down beside her. He drew her luscious body against his own. He covered her wet, hot lips with his open mouth. He felt the hesitation slowly drain away. It was replaced by an eager, wanting hunger.
He slipped one hand between them and caressed the burning vibrant flesh of one big titty. He knew he had her now. She was really aroused. She responded by pushing her titty against his palm. He felt her brown nipple stiff against his fingers. He caught them between his fingers and rubbed them hard. She groaned. Her excitement was making her tremble.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned. "You're making me feel nice. And I need a man. A real man."
"I understand, baby," he said.
Joan put her hand on his muscular thigh. He didn't rush her. In a moment he felt her hand moving up his thigh to touch the hard bulge in his trousers.
"Grab it," he urged. "Grab it and give it a loving squeeze. You know you want to."
"Oh yes," she said. Her hand traced the outline of his prick and squeezed it with her fingers. He felt a rush of excitement that made him feel almost giddy. He hadn't been with a woman like this in a hell of a long time. She had everything a man could ask for, and he was determined not to let any of her hot stuff go to waste.
"You're getting me so hot," she moaned. "I like your big prick. Such a big hard cock!"
Alan couldn't stand it any longer. He wanted her to see him naked and he wanted to see her naked. He took her hand away from his prick and stood up. Very quickly he stripped out of his clothes and dropped them on the floor. He saw her eyes widen at the sight of his muscular, hairy body.
He pulled her to her feet. The crown of his big cock rubbed against her soft belly. He ran his hands down her silky back to clutch her asscheeks. He was afraid that his dick was going to explode against her belly. He couldn't ever remember being so hot and horny. His balls felt tighter than he could ever remember.
His fingers tugged down the zipper of her skirt and he pulled it down. He knew she was still nervous but she didn't try to fight. She stepped out of the skirt as obediently as a small child. She was left dressed in a pair of flimsy blue panties that matched her eyes. The panties looked flimsy enough to count every red pussy hair.
"Damn," he said. "You are a fucking beautiful bitch. If you only knew how long I've waited to see you like this. Or how many wet dreams I've had about you."
"I think I do," Joan said honestly. "Because lately I've been having some wet dreams myself. About cocks. About how I've needed a good fucking."
He knew he had been right about her dropping all lady-like pretenses now. She had the expectant, almost hungry look of an animal in heat. He had the feeling that this was going to be a fuck that he would never forget.
"Baby," he said. "I want to fuck you bad. Really bad. But not here in the living room. Let's fuck where your husband fucks you, or did fuck you. In the bedroom."
"I couldn't," she said.
"Why not?"
"That wouldn't be right," she said. "Not with Paul's shadow hanging over everything."
He understood what she meant and it angered him. He grabbed her by the arm. "Paul is dead, baby. He's walking around, but he's dead. I'm going to make you forget that he ever existed. I'm going to make you shake his memory."
She turned pale. She was frightened by the sudden turn in his attitude. He sounded violent. Alan liked that. She was realizing that Alan was a man who didn't like to hear negative responses. She nodded. "All right. But you carry me. And God help us if Paul ever finds out."
Alan picked her up in his powerful arms and carried her into the bedroom. He dropped her on her back on the bed. She was really gorgeous lying there, with her red hair framed on a pillow, her big tits rising and falling with each deep breath. He couldn't resist the impulse to bend over and kiss each of her big brown nipples.
"Ohhhh Alan," she sobbed softly. 'That feels nice. It's been so long since I've had my nipples kissed by a real man. So very, very long!"
"You're going to get all the kissing you want," he told her.
He gripped her shoulders as he again lowered his head to her sweet flesh. He gently kissed a big nipple. Then he ran his tongue around the soft brown bud. She started to squirm. He felt the nipples grow hard under the teasing touch of his tongue. Damn, she was a hot piece. She was just the kind of woman he'd always dreamed about.
"You're making me so hot," Joan cried out. "You're making me hot and tingly all over."
"That's just how I want you to feel," he said. "I want your cunt dripping wet."
"Damn," Joan said. "I'm already wet. I'm dripping wet. My panties are soaked."
"I guess I'll just have to do something about that," Alan said.
Joan lifted her ass off the bed as Alan slid her flimsy panties down her legs. She kicked them off and she fell back on the bed. She spread her legs wide open and Alan could see the pink juicy flesh of her pussy. Her red hair was damp.
"You really are hot," Alan said.
"Oh yes," she sobbed. "I am. I'm burning up. My pussy's so fucking hot!"
She offered no resistance when he put his hand between her legs. He slid two fingers easily into her wet cunt. Her cunt walls squeezed his fingers.
"Ahhhhh. That feels good, Alan. That feels good!"
Alan wanted to fuck her badly. He wanted to drive his steaming meat into her pussy right to his balls. But the sight of her luscious dripping pussy made him want to do something else. He had the feeling that her husband hadn't been doing a lot of good things to her lately. It was time someone did!
"You're sure a sweet woman," Alan said.
"I'm a hot woman," she said.
Alan pushed her a little farther up on the bed. She gave him a look of surprise. He knew that she had been expecting him to fuck her right away. Instead he was kissing her belly just above the reddish curl of her pubic thatch.
"I need a fuck, Alan," she said. "Fuck me! Isn't that what you've been waiting to do!"
"Yes," Alan admitted. "But first I want to do something else to you."
She was still looking surprised as he kissed her belly again. Then he lowered his head and he took some of the soft pubic hairs into his mouth. She gasped. He moved his face a little lower until he was between her thighs. There was nothing Alan liked better than the aroma of pussy juice. He pressed his lips against the plump pink lips of her cunt. He applied just a gentle pressure with his lips until she was squirming hotly. Then he slowly pushed his tongue between her cuntlips and inside the moist heat of her fuck-box. She nearly went out of her mind. Her ass jerked wildly on the bed. Her hands seemed determined to push him away and to pull him closer all at the same time.
"Eat me," she cried. "Oh, eat my pussy, Alan! I want a fuck but I love to be eaten!"
He kept his tongue just inside her pussy for a long while, just sucking up the sweet fragrance of her cunt. In a few moments she stopped jerking. Her hands caressed the back of his head. Now he knew she was getting used to having his tongue in her pussy. Now she could start to really enjoy it.
He started moving his tongue around in a slow circle. He felt her ass start to move in response to his tongue. Her ass moved in the same slow, sensual circle. He slipped his hands underneath her big ass and he probed at her anus with his finger. She didn't seem to mind his slipping one finger into her asshole.
She seemed to be trying to bounce up and down on his finger and to suck his tongue deeper into her pussy at the same time. More of her hot tangy juices filled his mouth. She squirmed faster, her sweet body catching on fire.
He raised his head. "You want me to go on eating your pussy?"
"Oh yes."
"Then tell me."
"I want you to eat my pussy," she cried. "I want you to keep eating my pussy!"
He grinned. He put his mouth back against her sweet tasting cunt flesh. This time he began driving his tongue in and out of her cunt just as he would do his dick. She seemed to like it. Her ass came off the bed as she drove her cunt into his face.
"Yes," she cried. "Oh, I like that. I really do like that! Oh yessssssss!"
He found her clit with the tip of his tongue. The first time he touched the blood-filled bud she nearly jumped off the bed. He touched it again and he felt her body tense with a spasm of pure pleasure. He sucked the bud between his lips.
"Oh, that feels sooooo niceeee," she moaned. "You're driving me out of my mind!"
He chewed on the bud and paid no attention to her. At first she tried to escape from the feeling he was giving her. But he had her asshole impaled on his finger and there was no way she was going to slide away from him.
Then suddenly she relaxed!
He started to taste cunt juices filling his mouth. She was no longer fighting him. She was giving into the hungers that filled her body.
"Ohhhhh," she cried out suddenly. "It's happening to me. It's happening. I'm coming! Coming! COMINGGGGGGG!"
He kept his mouth pressed close to her pussy, sucking up her sweet juices, until her body stopped shaking from the hot spasms of pleasure. He waited until she had relaxed completely and then he took his mouth away. He lifted his head. His mouth was covered with her juices.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
"Ummmmmm," she answered. "You know I did. That was one of the best comes ever."
"Good," Alan said. "Now I'm ready for some real fucking!"
CHAPTER FIVE
He had made her feel good! There was no hesitation on Joan's part as she changed her position and reached for Alan's hard, throbbing prick. She laced her fingers tight around his steamy meat. She could feel a powerful pumping of blood through his aroused organ. It made her feel weak as she realized how much she had been missing cock. Paul had once given her his prick on a regular basis. She had gotten used to having one.
She looked down at Alan's purplish cockhead and she felt butterflies in her stomach. Alan had been so nice to her. He had made her tremble with desire and then he had satisfied her with his mouth. It had been unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She had the sudden impulse to return the favor. She had the desire to do something for Alan, something she'd always tried to refuse to do for Paul.
Alan must have understood the look in her eyes. He stretched out on his back and put his hands behind his head. He was still grinning.
"Go ahead," he told her. "I don't mind. I love having a woman suck my cock. Especially a good looking one!"
Joan stretched out on her belly between his hairy legs. She was afraid she wouldn't know how to please him. There was so much of his dick. She was sure she would never get it all into her mouth. And then she thought about his cum. She liked the idea of taking his cum into her mouth, of swallowing his thick cock cream.
This was what she wanted to do for him and she touched her tongue against his pulsating crown. She tasted his strong, salty flesh. He didn't taste bad. Not as bad as Paul tasted when she was forced to suck him.
She remembered how Paul had so often forced her to do this and how often she had wanted to refuse. She felt a little pang of guilt. She wondered why it seemed so natural with Alan. There wasn't anything so great about Alan.
She held his stiff prick tightly in her fingers and she began licking the purplish tip like an ice-cream cone. She tasted some of his strong male lubricating fluid on her tongue. She was afraid he was coming and she immediately jerked her head back. Alan put his hand gently on the back of her head and he pulled her back.
She let him pull her back all the way. Once again she touched her lips against his throbbing crown. He groaned as she put out her tongue. She lightly ran her tongue over the shiny knob and she tasted more of his salty cock cream.
"Baby," he moaned. 'That's fine. You keep doing that. It feels so fine!"
She raised her head slightly. She examined the tiny slit where the bubbles of his thick milky cream appeared. She somehow knew what would feel good to him. She started stabbing her tongue at the tiny slit. More of his jism touched her tongue and she realized she was getting used to the taste. It wasn't so bad. She was ready to have him come in her mouth, but she thought that she first wanted his cock in her tingling pussy.
"Am I doing good?"
"Baby, you're doing fine," Alan groaned. "You're doing just fine!"
She was pleased with herself. She began lavishly licking all around his crown, swirling her tongue around the sensitive edge until his shiny knob was covered with cock cream. She opened her mouth and covered the rubbery crown. She tasted the milky cream in her mouth and swallowed it.
"Oh yeah, baby," he groaned. "Suck me now! Suck my prick!"
Joan went back to licking around the sensitive ridge, but Alan wanted more than that. He wasn't gentle this time as he grabbed the back of her head. She felt his fingers tangling in her red hair. He pulled her face back.
"Come on, baby," he said. "Suck it! Suck my prick into your mouth! Suck it!"
She had no choice. It was either suck him or stop. He was no longer content with her just licking. She wouldn't have done it if he hadn't first eaten her. But it was sort of betrayal if she wouldn't suck him now. He had made her happy and now it was her turn to pleasure him.
She widened her mouth so that she could take the rubbery crown into her lips. She felt his cockhead scraping her teeth as she slowly sucked him in. It wasn't so bad. The feeling of having his bloated cockhead in her mouth caused delicious pleasure-shivers all over her body. She hadn't expected sucking his cock to make her feel like this.
"Oh yeah, babe," Alan groaned. "Oh yeah! That's the way to do it!"
She closed her eyes and slowly sucked his hot meat farther into her mouth. She kept feeling his wild excited cockhead throbbing against her tongue, and she kept tasting more of his cock cream.
"Deeper," Alan urged. "Suck it deeper!"
She sucked it as deep as she could. She had his cockhead pressed against the deepest part of her throat. She could almost feel his cockhead growing against her throat muscles. He was in so deep that she knew another inch would press his cock into her stomach. She moved her head from side to side, again knowing that this was something he would like. At the same time she used her tongue around his steamy flesh. He groaned and tried to press even deeper into her hot throat.
"Oh babe," Alan groaned. "That feels so fucking good. You know how to do it!"
She kept his prick firmly in her mouth until she wasn't able to take it any longer. She slowly slid her lips back down his slimy cock. She let her teeth scrape against his flesh. She took a deep breath and then sucked up his prick once again.
"Fuck," Alan groaned. "Ahhh, baby. You're doing me a fucking job!"
She was having a pretty good time sliding her mouth up and down his prick. She liked the hot steamy taste of his flesh and she even liked the taste of his cum.
She wasn't ready when Alan tightened his grip on the back of her head. She was able to grab one quick breath before he started forcing his cock into her mouth. He drove his rod between her lips savagely and she was afraid she was going to be sick or choke. Alan didn't seem to care.
He forced more and more of his rigid prick between her lips. Somehow this didn't choke her. Somehow she was able to breathe as his slimy cockhead went far into her throat. His balls touched her chin. She wouldn't have believed it possible to have so much dick in her mouth.
"Oh fuck," Alan groaned in pleasure. "That feels fine! Oh, you sweet fucking bitch! I knew you were a natural cocksucker! I just fucking knew it!"
He released the grip on the back of her head and she quickly raised her head. She gasped for breath. She looked a little wondrously at the massive throbbing prick she had taken into her mouth.
"Suck me," Alan groaned.
"I'll suck it some more," she said, "but I don't want you to come in my mouth. I want to fuck!"
"Suck me some more," Alan said.
"First promise that you won't come in my mouth," she said. "I want a fuck first."
"I fucking promise," he groaned. "Just put your sweet mouth back on my prick."
Joan wasn't sure that she should believe him. He might get too carried away to remember his promise. But she wanted to suck his cock some more and she would just have to take her chances. She put her mouth back on his prick.
He groaned as she started working her lips back up and down his thick staff. She tasted more of his jism. There was a lot of it this time. The thick cockcream bubbled from the corners of her mouth. She bobbed her head faster. She knew that his cock would swell before he came and she hadn't felt it growing yet. But she knew it was getting close. She pulled her head back.
"Remember your promise," she said.
"All right," he groaned. "I guess you'd better stop now. I'm getting awfully close."
She was glad that he had kept his word. It meant that she could trust him. She knew that there would be other times when the two of them would be together. She silently promised him that one day she would suck his cock until he came and she would swallow every drop. She would do that for him. Something she hated to do for her husband. Then he would know how much she appreciated him. She bent her head and gently kissed his cock one last time.
"Hell, you'd better stop that," he said. "I'm going to shoot my wad at any minute."
She immediately pulled her head away. Instead she stroked his burning flesh with her fingertips. He really was hot. She could feel the excitement in his prick.
"Just do that for a few minutes," he told her. "I don't want to come yet. Just stroke me softly." She kept her fingers laced around his prick until she could feel him relax. In a little while there was no longer a danger of his coming right away.
"Fuck," he moaned softly. "You are something else, baby. You are really something else!"
He pulled her up on top of him. She groaned as she felt his hands going all over her. He caressed her big tits for a second and then he put his arms around her. He stroked her silky smooth back. She pressed herself against him tightly. She loved the way her tits mashed flat against his chest. Paul had been flabby for so long and he had never been as strong as this man. Alan felt powerful all over.
She felt his hands go down her back until he had touched her ass. He brushed his fingers gently over the shapely cheeks of her ass and then he gripped her asscheeks tightly. She felt his hard cock between them. He was leaking and she could feel the wet cum juice against her belly. She loved it. She had never before liked the feeling of cum so much.
"You are one fantastic piece of ass," he said.
"You like my ass?" she asked.
"I love your ass," he answered. "I used to get a hard-on just watching you work in the yard. I used to get so horny I'd have to give my wife a brutal fucking! But all the time I was thinking about you!"
The thought excited her even more. She'd never realized she had that kind of appeal to him. She knew she was pretty, even sexy, but she'd never thought of herself as the object of a man's dreams. But Alan had fucked his wife and thought about her. Thinking of that made her squirm. It made her pussy wetter and feel empty. She was going to make it up to him because she hadn't sucked his cock all the way. She was going to give him a wild, randy fucking.
"Let's fuck, baby," he said.
"I've never done it on top before," she said, nibbling at his ear. "But I'm willing."
"Liar," Alan said. "I know you've done it on top before. Every woman has. But it was a nice kind of lie. It made me feel a lot hotter. More like a stud in heat!"
She spread her thighs slightly. He moved lower and his cock came to rest between her thighs, nestled in her silky feeling bush. She could really feel the tension in her body because she needed his cock so bad. And she had the feeling that Alan was going to teach her some new things.
"I'm so hot," she moaned. "I need a good fucking so very bad!"
She reached between his legs. She found his hard prick. She laced her fingers around it and began jerking him off. She felt his cream leaking onto her fingers. She didn't mind. She beat him faster.
"Fuck, baby," he gasped. "Don't make me come that way! I'm ready to put it in!"
"Yes," she said, shivering. "I'm ready for you to put it in. I want that big fucking joystick in my pussy. I can't remember my pussy being so hot!"
She released his prick but she clamped her thighs together around his blood-filled staff. She began to rub her thighs against him and she could feel more of his hot fluids leaking onto her thighs. His staff rubbed gently against her pussy lips and caused her excitement to grow. She needed his cock badly.
"Sit up," he said.
She sat up on top of him. Once again she clutched his cock but this time it was in the right place. She pressed his bloated cockhead against her pussy lips. Alan wouldn't let her take him inside right away. Instead he took her hand away. He took his cockhead and started rubbing it up and down in her wet groove.
"Oh God," she cried. "Oh, that feels good! It's making me hotter. I feel so wicked. Put it in, Alan.
Put it in!"
He didn't want to be hurried. Because he had waited so long for this moment. A delicious shiver went through her as he kept rubbing his cockhead against her cunt. It had been so damned long for her. So long without a good hard cock to fill up her cunt!
"Let's fuck, baby," she groaned. "Stuff that prick up my cunt. Pleaseeeeee!"
He quit teasing her. He released his cock and she lowered herself onto his rubbery knob. She gasped as she felt his cockhead pop into her pussy.
It felt good. Better than she remembered. She left it there for a long minute. She could feel his cock pulsating with pumping blood and she loved the feeling of flesh touching her pussy walls. She didn't go down the rest of the way because she wanted the teasing feeling to last.
"Ummmm," she groaned. "I've waited so long."
Her body was rocked with shivers of pleasure. Slowly she sat down on his throbbing rod. She felt his prickhead stretching the taut muscles of her cunt. She hadn't been stretched like that for such a long while. She got it half way into her and she had to stop again. Giddy pleasure spasms raced through her.
"That feels so good," she groaned. "I love your hot cock. I love it!"
"Then bounce, baby," he told her. "Bounce up and down. Ride my prick. Show me how much you love it."
He reached up to fondle her tits. His fingers brushed her aching nipples. She wanted to feel her big brown nipples in his mouth again but she couldn't bend over that far. But it was almost enough just to have his fingers touching her.
"I can't stand it," she cried. "It feels so good! I can't stand it!"
"You can stand it, baby," he said. "You can stand it. Just bounce on my prick. Bounce up and down. Ride me like you're a fucking cowgirl!"
She started bouncing slowly. She'd never felt anything so delicious as his big prick plunging into her moist pussy. She tried to suck more of his rigid pole into her cunt. She already felt like he was driving his rod into her belly, almost into her throat. It just felt so damned good.
"That's the way," he groaned. "You're giving yourself a good fucking!"
He allowed her to stay on top of him for a long time. Then suddenly it wasn't enough for him. He pushed her off of his cock and made her go down on him again. She couldn't resist. She tasted her own juices as well as his as she gobbled up his throbbing staff. She might have allowed him to come in her mouth at that moment, but that wasn't what he wanted.
He pulled her head up and kissed her. She tasted his tongue probing her mouth. She wiggled her own fiery tongue against his. After a few moments he pushed her down on her back. She could see that big purplish monster prick between his legs. Going into her cunt would make it look even bigger.
"Now you're going to get a real fucking," he told her.
"Ummmmmm yes," she moaned.
She spread her legs wide and he dropped down on top of her. He plunged his cock into her moist pussy without any hesitation. She grabbed his ass to keep him from moving too quickly. She held him tightly with just his warm prick inside her cunt. She released him when she felt he couldn't stand it any more.
"Now fuck me," she said. "Fuck me good and hard! Fuck me like a whore!"
He slammed his prick savagely in and out of her cunt. He fucked her as violently as she'd wanted to be fucked. Paul had never been able to give her this. He had never been able to give her the kind of animal savage fucking she craved. But Alan was giving her just what she needed. She squirmed and wiggled and humped up savagely to meet his every thrust.
"Lift your legs, baby," he said. "Lift your legs and wrap them around my back!"
She raised her legs and locked them together behind his broad back. She gasped as his prick slipped even deeper into her. It felt good, damned good. She loved every big inch of his hard thrusting prick.
"Give it to me hard!" she gasped. "Give me a good fucking! A hard fucking!"
He bent his head to bite at her big tits and she clawed his back with her fingernails. She could feel the heat growing in her tense belly, a hot warmth that she had not felt for such a long time.
"I'm getting close," she groaned. "I'm getting really close!"
It didn't last long enough. She felt the sudden quickness of his rhythm and she looked up into his lust bloated face. His face was flushed with arousal. He had his eyes tightly closed and there was a look on his face she recognized.
She couldn't control herself. Her breath was coming in short gasps. Her mouth felt dry. She clamped her legs even tighter around his back. She felt his prick swelling in her cunt walls and she knew he was nearly finished.
"Oh, you sweet fucking piece," he gasped. "I can't stand it! I can't wait! I'm going to have to shoot my wad! I'm going to shoot my wad in your fucking hole!" She let herself relax. She quit fighting the delicious warmth that was spreading through her body. She knew this was going to be a good one. They were going to come together. She couldn't remember ever having done that with Paul. It just seemed like Alan was better at everything.
"Shoot it," she whispered. "I want your cum! Shoot your cum in my fuck-hole!"
He slipped his hands underneath her so that he could once again feel her perfect ass. He rammed his cock into her tight cunt as rapidly as he could. She felt her body starting to jerk with spasms of pleasure.
"Shoot it in me," she screamed. "Shoot your cum in my pussy! I want your cum!"
"I can't stop it, baby," he groaned. "I can't stop it! I'm going to fucking come! I'm going to fucking come! I can't fucking stop it. FUCKKKKKKKKKK!"
"Oh yes," Joan moaned. "Oh yes, I can feel it! Shoot your cum in my pussy. Fill me up with it! Shoot it in my fucking cunt! Shoot IT IN MY CUNTTTTTTTTT!"
It was like another new experience for Joan. Her entire body rocked with the deep joy spasms. She could feel her cunt juice flooding Alan's prick. He kept fucking her until he was sure she was relaxed.
Then he stopped thrusting but he left his prick inside her pussy until she felt it getting limp.
"Oh," she said.
"Did you like that?"
"Oh shit yes," she answered.
She could see that he was pleased with himself. She knew she should feel a little shamed by the way she had acted, and a little angry at him for being so sure of himself. But she couldn't feel any of those things. She just felt too good. She had needed a fucking like that so badly.
"Look, Joan," Alan said. "I've got to run now. My son will be home from school in a few moments. But it's going to be different from now on. We've got a lot of fucking to catch up on."
She nodded. She knew she wouldn't ever refuse Alan when he wanted to fuck. He was too damned good with his cock. She would be willing and ready any time he wanted to play.
If only she had been married to him and not to Paul!
CHAPTER SIX
She was taking a shower when she heard Paul coming in downstairs. He was making a lot of noise and she realized he'd been drinking again. Sometimes he did that. He would stop off at a beer joint on his way home. Visits to his Doctor always depressed him.
She got out of the shower and dried herself off. She wrapped a towel around herself and went downstairs. She stopped short when she saw the woman sitting by Paul on the couch. She was a heavy, made-up blonde with tits that were bigger than Joan's. In fact, her tits looked huge. She wore a halter top and a short skirt and high boots. Joan thought that the woman might have looked pretty if it wasn't for the make-up and dressing like a whore. Joan debated going back upstairs to put on some clothes. But then Paul saw her.
"Heyyyyyy," he shouted. "Come on in here and join the party!"
"You're having a party?" Joan asked.
"Sure are," he answered. "And you're the guest of honor."
Joan felt uncomfortable at the way the blonde was staring at her. Joan wondered who she was and why her husband had brought her home. Paul was getting stranger and stranger. Everything he did was unusual, and she the feeling that she wouldn't like what he had in mind.
"I've got to put some clothes on," she said.
"You're fine just like you are," Paul said.
"Come on in here and join us."
"Not until I put some clothes on," she insisted.
"Get your big ass in here," Paul said angrily, "or I'm going to come over and drag you in here."
She knew that Paul didn't have the strength to do that. He hardly had the strength to get out of bed and walk downstairs. And he was getting worse. The only thing he still refused to let her do for him was drive him to the medical offices. Even then, Joan worried about him all the time he was gone.
She knew she couldn't refuse him. She felt uncomfortable but she went into the living room. She sat down on the edge of the couch and tried to tug the towel into some degree of decency. It was hard to hide her long legs and shapely thighs. And the blonde kept looking at her like she was a man. Joan felt herself blush. She was beginning to wonder just what her husband had in mind.
"This is Rita," Paul said. "I met her at Joe's tavern and she wanted to come home and meet you."
"Meet me," Joan said.
"Sure," Paul said. "I told her all about you. I told her how it is. How you like to swing your ass for the gentlemen around the neighborhood. I bet you've even been fucking while I've been gone."
Joan blushed red. He was getting a little too close to the truth. But it wasn't her fault. It was Paul's fault. It would help if he would give her a little kindness and understanding. Instead of always being rough with her.
"Rita really wanted to meet you," Paul said. "Do you know what Rita does for a living?"
"I can imagine," Joan said coldly.
"You'd probably be wrong," Paul laughed. "Rita gives shows. She dances. She had a dance she does with feathers. We don't have any feathers but I bet she'd dance for us. Would you like to see Rita dance?"
"I don't think so," she answered. "Sure you would. Dance for us, Rita." Joan saw that the blonde was a lot younger than she had first thought. And the walk she had was one of animal vitality. The woman could have been a dancer. She had that athletic look. The blonde turned on some music on the radio.
"I have to find the right kind," Rita explained.
"While she's looking go and get me a beer," Paul said. "And hurry your ass up. I don't want you to miss any of this!"
Joan was growing more uncomfortable by the second. Paul was really acting strange. She went into the kitchen and opened a couple of beers. She brought them back to him.
"Sit down," Paul cried. He grabbed her and pulled her down and Joan lost her towel. This time she turned redder than a beet. She reached for it frantically but Paul grabbed it. "Don't be shy, babe. Rita's seen a naked cow before!"
Joan was allowed to do nothing to cover herself. Rita started to sway to the music, but her dark blue eyes stayed on Joan. Joan dropped her eyes to the floor but Paul saw her. He would have none of that. He grabbed her and made her lift her head. "You watch this, cow bitch. You might learn something!"
Joan put her eyes up again. She watched Rita sway faster to the music. Rita started unzipping herself. Joan couldn't believe the blonde was doing a strip, but she was. She stripped out of all her clothes slowly and sensuously. Joan couldn't look away. She found herself entranced by the luscious blonde, and her big tits. They were the biggest that Joan had ever seen.
"Yeah, babe," Paul said, sipping at his beer.
Rita was completely naked and Joan saw that her blonde pubic hair was cut in a heart shape. Rita danced close to Joan. She put out her arms to Joan.
"Come dance with me," she said.
There was something sick about what was happening. Sure, Joan had messed around with other men, but it had only been because she needed her itch scratched. But there was something very wrong about being naked in the same room with this heavy blonde. Joan started to shake her head.
"Get your big ass up and dance with her," Paul said.
Paul grabbed her titty and twisted until she was in pain. She jumped out of her chair. The blonde wrapped her arms around Joan and she felt herself being caught in a snug embrace. Those big tits pressing against hers were unlike anything she had ever felt before.
The blonde led the dance. Joan couldn't get away. She turned to look at her husband and saw him rubbing the front of his trousers. There was a bulge there. Joan couldn't believe it. He hadn't been able to get hard in a hell of a long time. Not by himself. But he was getting turned on watching her dance naked with another woman.
"Paul," she whispered. "This isn't right."
"It's right, honey," Rita whispered. "If it feels good, then it's right. And doesn't this feel good?"
Joan had to admit that it did. She had been getting fiery shivers in her belly ever since she had stood up. Her nipples were poking against the blonde. Yes, it felt damned good, but that didn't make it right.
"Just relax, sugar," Rita told her.
She couldn't relax. This was too sick. She felt Rita's hands on her asscheeks. She gasped as she felt Rita pulling her asscheeks apart and inserting her finger into Joan's asshole. Joan tried to pull away, but there was a lot of strength in the young blonde's arms. The blonde held her tightly and began probing with her finger. Joan had been trying to dance a little apart from Rita. Now she couldn't help brushing her cunt against Rita's as she tried to escape that penetrating finger.
"This has to stop," she said, but Joan was already feeling some wetness in her cunt.
"Kiss me, honey," Rita said.
Joan tried to turn her face away, but Rita somehow got her mouth against Joan's. Joan felt the slight but insistent pressure of Rita's tongue. There was something happening to her. She couldn't fight it anymore. She opened her mouth and tasted Rita's tongue slipping between her lips. For a few seconds their tongues mingled and then Rita pulled away.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Rita asked. "No," Joan admitted honestly. "I didn't think it was bad at all!"
Good," Rita said. "Now let's move over on the couch. I want to suck on your boobies."
"We couldn't do that."
"Sure we can," Rita insisted. Rita pulled her over to the couch. They sank down beside her husband. Joan was feeling less hesitant about it. She couldn't help it if it was starting to feel good. Too good!
She felt Rita's fingers brushing very lightly against her hard nipples. She tried to pull away but again Rita wrapped one arm around her and held her still. Rita kissed her ear while one hand still caressed her tits.
Now don't you fight me," Rita said. "We're going to have such a good time!"
The big tittied blonde pressed herself down on top of Joan, squirming hotly. Joan shivered as she felt their cunt mounds rub together.
I know how to make you feel really good," Rita promised.
Rita began to rub herself against Joan. Her cunt rubbed Joan's cunt back and forth until Joan could feel all of her pubic hairs covered with juice. She couldn't seem to wiggle out from under Rita. After a while she didn't want to.
"That's better," Rita said. "I told you that I knew how to make you feel good."
Rita's head went down to Joan's tits. It was different than a man's lips on her body. A man would suck her tits in a different way. Joan felt hot as Rita's tiny little tongue worked on her flesh.
"Ohhhh," Joan groaned. "Ohhhh, I can't help it. Hike that. I really do!"
Out of the corner of her eye she saw her husband. He had gotten up and he was undressing. He pulled off all his clothes and she saw that his prick was half hard. He had never gotten so hard by himself since he had been sick. He moved close to Joan and she felt his cock brush her cheek. With Rita sucking on her titties, Joan turned her head and sucked the half hard cock into her mouth. Paul grabbed the back of her head and he crammed his prick into her mouth as far as he could.
"Ahhhhh," he groaned. "Cocksucking bitch! You big assed cocksucking bitch!"
Rita's head went lower. She felt Rita's lips on her belly and then on her pubic hairs. Rita was good with her tongue. She pushed it between Joan's thighs and Joan had no resistance left. Joan parted her thighs wide and she felt Rita's head go between her legs. She sucked harder on Paul's prick. She tasted a little of his spermy fluid even as Rita's tongue had started probing the sensitive lips of Joan's pussy.
Joan could no longer think of this as being sick. She was going slowly crazy with the good feelings she was getting. Even Alan had not kissed her pussy in the way Rita was kissing it.
She released Paul's cock for a second. "Oh God. That feels so good, Rita. I never thought it would. Eat my pussy, honey! Eat my pussy up good!"
She turned her attention to Paul's cock. She sucked it deep into her mouth. He was growing. She felt it growing against her throat. She chewed on it frantically, trying to keep it hard and thick. She didn't want it to go soft, at the last moment, as it had done so many times before.
"Ahhhh fuck," Paul groaned. "You cocksucking bitch! That's all your mouth is good for. That's all you were put into the world for. To suck cocks!"
Paul brutally grabbed her titties and twisted them as he thrusted his hard cock in and out of her mouth. His bloated meat filled her mouth, stretching her jaw muscles until they hurt, but she didn't mind. Mostly because Rita's tongue was going up into her cunt. She parted her thighs even wider and she used one hand on the back of Rita's head. The young blonde knew what to do with her tongue. Joan felt like all of her pussy was being washed by Rita's tongue. Then she felt her clit being sucked into the blonde's hungry mouth.
"Oh Jesus," Joan cried. Paul tried to grab her head so that he could stuff his prick back, but Joan couldn't hold still. She was feeling that hungry mouth sucking on her clit.
"Suck it, bitch," Paul said.
He finally got her head back in the right place so that he could slam his prick back into her mouth again. He slammed it deep and his hands held her tightly so that there would be no chance that she could escape again.
"I'm going to make you swallow it, cow bitch," he said. "I'm going to make you swallow my fucking cummmm!"
He kept fucking her mouth brutally but it was hard for her to keep her mind on what he was doing. Rita kept licking and sucking and chewing until Joan thought she was going to go out of her mind. She squeezed her thighs tightly against Rita's face, but that was when Paul had enough.
"All right," Paul groaned. "I want her pussy. I'm going to fuck the blonde in front of my wife. I want her to see her husband can still be a stud with the right woman."
Paul took his cock out of her mouth. Rita's head came up from between Joan's thighs. Joan was feeling a little sick as she watched her husband walk behind Rita.
"You know where I want to put it, baby?" Paul asked.
"I know," Rita smiled.
Joan couldn't believe it as she saw Rita pulling apart her asscheeks so Paul could find the tiny puckered hole. He put his cock against the tiny hole.
"I'm going to fuck her in the asshole," Paul said. "Right in the asshole. While she eats your cunt! Now you can see how a real woman takes care of her man."
Paul hadn't fucked her in so long it was shameful, but he was doing a good job keeping his prick hard now. He bent over as he slowly applied pressure to Rita's asshole. Joan watched in disbelief as part of his prick disappeared into that tiny hole. Joan wouldn't have thought it possible. Rita was moaning and squirming and acted as if she enjoyed it. Joan could hardly see how a normal woman could enjoy something like that. But she couldn't take her eyes away from the fascinating scene. Paul was shoving harder and, he had gotten more than half his prick into Rita's ass.
"Start eating her again," Paul said. "Make her squirm a little bit!"
Rita's face went back between Joan's thighs. She felt the first delicious shiver as Rita's tongue touched her again. God, how she loved to have her pussy eaten. Rita was exploring Joan's pussy hole as if the young blonde could never get enough. Joan squeezed her thighs together. She felt Rita's frantic tongue working faster and her eyes went back to her husband. Paul groaned as he slammed his big prick into Rita's ass the rest of the way. His big heavy balls rested on Rita's asscheeks.
"Yeahhhhh," he groaned. "Yeahhhh. This feels so fucking goddamned good. Oh fuck yeah. She's tighter than shit! Her asshole is tighter than shit!"
Joan couldn't keep her eyes on the vulgar scene any longer. Rita was really licking her cunt and she could only concentrate on the good feelings she was getting. She gave herself into the hot pleasure spasms. She no longer thought of it as sick. It felt good. Too good to be sick. She wanted it to go on forever.
Rita's tongue had found her clit again. Rita sucked the aroused little bud between her teeth and started chewing on it. Joan nearly jumped off the couch. She opened her thighs wider and she knew her hot juices were pouring into Rita's mouth.
"Oh God yessss," Joan moaned. "That feels good. So very fucking good! Oh God yesssssss!"
Rita pressed her face even closer into Joan's hot twat. Joan could feel a fire growing in her belly, spreading tingles down the backs of her thighs. She felt the rhythm of Paul as he fucked Rita in the asshole. Joan didn't think she was going to be able to last much longer.
"You sweet ass," Paul groaned. "You've got a sweet ass!"
Joan opened her eyes to look at Paul. She could see his big cock slamming into Rita's asshole. He was firmer than he had been in a long time. Evidently he was really excited about watching Rita sucking at her cunt. Joan groaned. It just felt so damned good. She wouldn't have thought that another woman could make her feel like this, especially such a whorish looking woman as the young blonde. But Rita knew how to use her lips and teeth to bring out the animal in Joan.
"Oh, I love that," Joan said softly. "You know how to eat pussy. You can sure use your mouth and tongue!"
Joan started to buck up to meet the blonde's thrusting tongue. It was happening to her. She couldn't stop it. The warmth was spreading throughout her body.
"I'm going to come," she cried. "You're making me get hotter. I'm getting so close!"
Rita's hands went up to cup Joan's titties. Joan felt Rita's experienced fingers rubbing her nipples and cupping her titty flesh until her tits felt as swollen and sensitive as they had ever been.
She couldn't control herself any longer!
"Oh God, I'm coming," she cried. "I'm coming. Oh, Rita, your fucking tongue feels so good, so good, so fucking good that I can't stand it, can't stand it, AGHHHHHHH!"
Her cunt juices flooded Rita's mouth and Rita didn't seem to mind. Paul was fucking her harder and faster while Rita sucked and swallowed Joan's juices. Joan opened her eyes as the hot spasms left her feeling weak. She looked up at her husband. His face was bloated with lust as he drove his prick into Rita's asshole.
"Ahhh fuck, I'm going to come," he groaned. "I'm going to fucking come. AHHH FUCKKKKK!"
At the last moment he pulled his prick out of her asshole and his hot thick cum sprayed into the air. It came down all over Rita's ass and her back.
"There," Paul said. 'That should show you what a real woman can do!"
Joan blushed with angry shame!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joan opened her eyes and she immediately knew that something was wrong. She sat up in bed listening. In a few minutes she heard the loud knocking at her door. She looked at her clock. It was just a little past seven in the morning. Saturday morning. Joan groaned. It was the first morning she had been allowed to sleep late in a long while.
Joan got out of bed. She was feeling angry and ready to cuss out whoever was downstairs banging on her door. She remembered to get a robe. It wouldn't have done for her to go downstairs dressed only in her panties.
She opened the bedroom door and walked down the stairs. She opened the door to find Alan standing there. He grinned and handed her a bottle of wine.
"What are you doing here?"
"I saw your husband leave," he explained. "I thought we might have a party while he's gone."
"He's gone to therapy time," she said. "Are you crazy?"
"Nah, I'm not crazy. I thought I'd pop over for a little Saturday extra. But don't make me stand on your doorstep all day long. My son might look out his window and wonder."
She was sleepy and tired but there was something about Alan that always left her a little breathless. Ever since that first time. Alan had understood her hunger and he had taken advantage of it. She liked him too much to refuse him.
"Isn't it a little early for wine?" she asked.
"It's white wine," he said. "I thought I could put it in your fridge and later on I could slip out for some lobster. Your husband never gets home until late on Saturdays. We can have all day!
"You are crazy," she said. "But come in. You know, I haven't even had breakfast yet."
She followed him into her kitchen where he put the wine away. He was already starting to look as if he felt at home in her house. He started to make her some coffee. She had never known a man to do that before. She sat down at the kitchen table and watched. In a little while he brought a steaming cup over to her.
"I want you wide awake," he explained. He put the coffee down in front of her. At the same moment he slipped his hand into the folds of her gown and cupped her big titty. She felt herself respond to his touch almost immediately. Her tits grew heavy and her nipples got hard. It was wet between her legs. She tried to take her mind off it by sipping her coffee. But the hot feelings he had started would not go away.
"Damn you," she said. "I haven't eaten breakfast yet!"
"Drink your coffee," he said. "I wondered what you had on under this robe."
He took his hand out, but that didn't help. She could still feel his fingers touching her skin. She had never thought of herself as an animal but she was turning into one. An easy fuck for any man who had the courage to ask. Having her hungers appeased just meant that she was hungrier the next time. She couldn't help herself. She had fallen in love with cock.
"Would you like me to carry you to your bedroom again?" Alan asked.
"No," she answered softly. She finished her coffee and put the cup down. "I don't think I want to wait that long. How about the living room this time?"
"That'll be okay," Alan said.
She held out her arms to him and he easily picked her up. He carried her to the living room and put her down on the softly carpeted floor. Immediately bending over her, he untied the knot in her robe. He pulled it open.
"Damn," he said. "You have the nicest pair of knockers in this whole damn neighborhood!"
"Oh yeah," she teased. "What about that blonde who moved in down the street?"
He smiled. "Hers are big. But I bet they're not as firm when compared to yours. And yours are damn near as big. And your fucking nipples are gorgeous. It makes me want to kiss them every time I look at you."
"Why don't you?"
He kneeled over her and bent and kissed each of her already rigid nipples. He took the tiny bud between his teeth and big on it gently. Then he began to slowly suck her flesh into his hot mouth.
"Oh that's nice," she said, shivering. "Nobody can suck my tits like you can!"
He moved his lips off her tits. He trailed down her tense belly to the tops of her panties. She felt him kissing the top first and then rolling her panties down partially. His face buried in the top part of her pubic hair. She felt him sucking the red wisps of hair into his mouth and rolling them with his tongue.
"Oh," she groaned. "Oh, you crazy bastard!"
He rolled her panties down the rest of the way and pushed his head between her thighs. He started licking at her wet pussy lips. She knew he was tasting her hot juices. He was a lot better cunt eater than the young man had been. Alan seemed to know about the places that would turn a woman on. Almost as good as Rita.
In moments he had her writhing in pleasure. She grabbed his head and jerked him closer to her moist honeypot.
"That's the way, Alan," she cried out. 'That's the way to eat my pussy!"
He kept licking at her pussy for what seemed like ages. Then he raised himself up. He started stripping off his clothes quickly. Again she was fascinated by his muscular body. She was glad he kept himself in such good shape. And she was really glad his cock was in such good shape. "Do you think we can make it eating one another?" Alan asked.
"Just the first time. You haven't sucked my prick all the way yet, babe."
"I'll do it this time," Joan promised.
The redhead started to raise up, but that wasn't the way that Alan wanted to do it. Instead he stretched out on his side with his cock at her head and his head at her pussy. Joan had heard of this before, but she'd never done it. It seemed like Alan was going to start teaching her new things.
She sighed as she felt his head move back between her thighs. He had such a goddamned good tongue. He seemed to know exactly where she needed it most. She moved her head into a more comfortable position. She took a good hold on the base of his cock and she started licking at the crown. She felt his cock start to grow under the gentle touch of her lips. Damn, he had a big one. She liked the feel of his throbbing excitement underneath her fingertips. She started jerking him slowly up and down as she licked the bulbous head. He seemed to enjoy that. She was rewarded by a little drop of cum.
He pushed his face closer to her moist love box. She felt his tongue easing between her pussy lips. He then moved his tongue around in a wide circle until it was touching every wall of her wet pussy. She groaned. That felt so damned good. Especially when his tongue brushed her clit.
She had to return the favor. She opened her mouth and took the crown of his thick, throbbing cock between her lips. She found the end of his ridge and scraped her teeth against his flesh. He tried to drive his cock into her mouth, but she held onto his base. She knew that once he got his prick into her throat that it would be over quickly.
She used her tongue all around the ridge as she dropped her hand to massage his heavy balls. It was a good feeling to know that she could make him spray all his jism into her mouth. She wondered if Alan's cum would taste any different. She had hardly gotten a taste with that first drop of his cock-cream.
Alan raised his head from her wet bush. "Suck me, babe! Suck my dick!"
She could hear the desperation in his voice. He was already hot and horny. She wondered if it was just her or if Alan stayed this horny all the time.
She brushed her hair back from her face and put her mouth on his cock. She kept massaging his balls as she sucked his joy stick deep into her throat. She sucked as deep as she could, deeper than she had ever sucked Paul's. She could feel his big pulsating cockhead deep against her throat muscles. She was already starting to taste little drops of his jism.
She tried to relax. She knew she could handle it as long as she was relaxed. As long as she didn't panic. She released half of his prick, but she quickly sucked it back into her mouth again. She began to establish a slow, sensuous rhythm with the bobbing movements of her head. She knew she could do it then. She could make him come.
She moved her head faster. She loved the feeling of his hot sweaty meat slipping past her lips and into her throat. She even found herself loving the taste of his hot cream leaking into her mouth. She wondered how she could love it so.
She drew her head back and examined his red aroused prick. His shaft was gleaming with her saliva. She could see a couple of tiny teeth marks where she had bitten a little too hard. They would vanish in a few minutes, but seeing them there excited her tremendously.
She saw the tiny slit at the top of his prick winking at her with another drop of his jism. She licked it away.
Again Alan raised his head. "Don't stop, baby. Suck my big hot prick!"
She smiled smugly at his excitement. She hadn't known she had this kind of ability to arouse a man. She could reduce a good looking man like Alan to a quivering baby in seconds. And he could do the same with her. This was the kind of excitement she had been missing with her husband.
She sucked his hot prick into her mouth once again. This time the bobbing movement of her head was a little slower. She could sense his growing excitement and she knew it wasn't going to be long before he came. She didn't want him coming before she did.
Alan had pressed his face as far into her moist bush as it was possible. He had licked away her dripping cunt juices as if he was drinking sweet wine. Her flesh felt puffy where he was licking her and she knew she had never been so excited.
He found her clit. She could hardly stand the shivers that went through her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He seemed to be using his tongue and lips on her clit at the same time. The tiny organ grew stiffer and even more sensitive to the touch of his lips. He did something with his fingers. He was somehow pushing two fingers into her cunt while he chewed on her clit. He was getting them between his chin and her cunt, not slipping them in very deep, but deep enough for her to feel them.
She was so excited that Alan's cock slipped out of her mouth for a second.
"Oh Alan," she sobbed softly. "That feels so good! That feels so fucking good!"
She pulled Alan's cock back to her lips and sucked the slippery knob back into her throat. This time she left his rod deep in her throat as Alan ate her pussy. She could feel the fires growing in her belly and she knew she was going to come before Alan did. There was just no way to stop herself.
She was so excited that she again lost his cock. She was afraid she was going to bite it off. She had to jerk back her head and she turned over so that she was lying on her back. Alan didn't seem to mind that she had stopped sucking on his hot flesh.
He rolled with her. He was still between her knees and he was still sucking on her aroused clit.
"You big fucking bastard," Joan cried. "You're making me so fucking hot! Shit, I love everything you do to me! I fucking love it. Everything you do, you hot sucking bastard!"
She felt the first spasms shake her body. She lifted her legs slightly. She reached down and grabbed the back of Alan's head and gripped him tightly. She ground her pussy against his face as she started to come.
"Bastard," she cried. "Bastard, cuntsucking bastard, cuntsucking bastard, you fucking pussy eating BASTARDDDDDD!"
She screamed and nearly bucked him off as her body was rocked by joy. Her pussy started flooding his mouth with her hot tangy juices. He kept sucking and swallowing until he felt her body completely relax. Even then he didn't move his head. He licked her pussy until every drop of her juice was gone. By the time he had finished she had started to feel a stir of arousal again.
"You got pretty crazy," he said.
"It felt good," she said. "Alan, you can eat my pussy anytime you want!"
"Do you want to return the favor?"
"Of course!"
Alan didn't do it the same way. He straddled her so that his dick was pressing against her lips, so she didn't have as much control this way. She trusted him. She opened her mouth and he pushed his cock in deep, slowly and gently. He pulled it back out with a sigh of satisfaction.
"I'm going to mouth-fuck you," he told her. "I'm going to coat your tonsils with cum!"
She could do nothing but nod as he started pushing his prick in and out of her mouth. She tasted some of his thick cock cream sliding down the back of her throat. She liked his cum. It had a strong, salty flavor. She knew she was going to get a big mouthful before he was finished.
"Ahhhhhh," Alan said softly. "It feels so good to have my dick in your mouth. Really good! There's nothing I like better than fucking a beautiful redhead in the face. Nothing in the world is as good!"
He started to thrust a little faster. His steamy meat was swollen and throbbing. She bit down gently every time he thrust it into her mouth. She would let her teeth scrape along the entire thick length of his prick. He was getting his meat in deeper with every stroke. He was getting damn near all of his massive prick into her mouth. She knew that it was only a matter of time until he got it all between her lips. She was right. On his next thrust he crammed his meat into her mouth. His balls touched her. She felt pleased that she could handle it all.
"Christ, baby," he said. "I'm getting my dick in all the way! You've got a sweet sucking mouth! A sweet sucking mouth! Jeesus, that feels good."
He had his knees on each side of her face and he was pushing forward with each thrust. She felt the hot swelling and she knew it was only going to be a moment before he could come in her mouth. She made herself ready to swallow.
He increased his thrusting rhythm. She could hardly take a breath as he plunged his cock in and out of her wet, open mouth. She tasted more of his cock cream.
"I'm mouthfucking you," he cried. "I'm going to fuck your mouth until I come. Oh, you sucking cunt, you cocksucking cunt! I love fucking your FACEEEEEEEEE!"
She started swallowing as he erupted into her mouth in a thick spurt of cum. She choked and he pulled his prick out from between her lips. She felt his jism spurting into her face. She closed her eyes as she felt his wet cum on her cheeks and in her hair. She kept her eyes closed until she felt him smearing her lips with the last spurt of his jism. She swallowed the slimy wad she still had in her throat. She had to swallow three times to get it down and even then she could taste his cum in her mouth.
"I didn't swallow it all," she said.
"That's all right," he assured her. "You're going to get used to swallowing it. I promise you that. You're going to be the best cocksucker around!"
It was a dubious honor, but it pleased her. At least she had satisfied him. He had gotten a kick out of shooting his cum into her face. He was still grinning about it. She licked her mouth and swallowed the last few drops of cum he had smeared on her lips. It tasted good. She knew she would never mind sucking Alan's cock like she did her husband's. It was fun to suck Alan's cock. It was fun to have him cum in her mouth. She had the feeling that the difference was that Alan could make her happy, too.
"You know," she said. "I was just kidding about breakfast. I didn't realize you really were going to feed me. And such a filling one!"
"Yeah," he laughed. "You did get a pretty mouthful, didn't you."
They held each other in their arms and pressed close. Joan liked the pressure of his chest against her big tits. She knew that in a few moments she was going to be ready to fuck.
She felt him stroking her back and her full ass and she could actually feel him growing hard again. Damn, he was a man like she had never known before.
"You're a stud," she said.
"I always try to please," he said.
Damn, but he was a man like she had never known. In a few minutes he would be ready to fuck again.
She heard something. She listened closely. She heard someone at the front door. Someone was turning the knob and coming in! Someone was coming in!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alan's tall, sixteen-year-old son, Mark, had the same handsome features as his father had. And the same urgent sex drive. Alan didn't know about his son. Alan had no idea that Mark had gotten his first girl when he was only twelve. She'd been a little ten-year-old who lived behind them. She had been a pretty little thing and Mark had broken her cherry with no hesitation.
Mark had screwed three more girls by the time he was sixteen. One girl was a neighborhood whore and easy pickings for any boy who wanted her. She was a skinny little thing, but he had to have some relief for the hard prick in his trousers.
Mark had struck out that morning. He had gone to see the whore and had been informed by her mother that she wasn't seeing anyone that morning.
Mark had gotten almost sick when he heard her. He had been counting on a piece of pussy that morning. He was as randy as a stud horse just put into pasture. He needed some pussy and he didn't care where he got it.
Mark had been wondering what he was going to do when he noticed his father sneaking out of the house. There was something secretive about his father's movements that aroused Mark's curiosity. He decided to follow him.
When his father stopped at the woman next door's house, Mark could feel his heart start to pound. There wasn't any reason for his father to be going there unless there was some serious hanky-panky going on.
Mark thought about the redhead. He had long ached for the body of the luscious looking woman. He had dreamed about her at night. A boy like him wouldn't have a chance of getting into her panties but he could dream. But now Mark was wondering if his father was fucking her. Mark thought it wasn't fair of his father to have all of that stuff and not share it.
Mark's blood raced a little faster as he thought about what he was going to do. Everything depended on how badly his father wanted to keep his fun and games from her husband. If he wanted to badly enough then Mark might have a chance at a little blackmail. He might actually have a chance of getting to her sweet body.
Mark waited outside the house for nearly an hour. He didn't want to rush them. He wanted to give them plenty of time. He didn't want to give his father the chance to think of some good excuse for being in the house. He wanted to catch his father with his pants down and her with her panties down. Mark found himself getting hard as he thought of the luscious redhead. Mark was sure his cock was big enough to make her happy.
Mark finally decided that he had given them enough time. He walked boldly up to the front door and he turned the knob. He was surprised at what he found when he opened the door. His father and the luscious redhead were on the floor. They were naked and wrapped in each other's arms.
She sure was good looking!
Mark ogled the fantastic boobs and the big sweet ass of the naked redhead. His father had lucked out with a piece like her. He could feel his cock jumping in his trousers. He could feel his hands itch to take hold of those big whoppers with the huge brown nipples. Even his mouth watered.
"My God," Alan said. "What are you doing here? What the hell are you doing here?"
Mark didn't answer. He was too busy staring at the redhead. She was making no attempt to cover herself. She enjoyed having him look at her. Maybe she went for young boys.
Damn, she was the most gorgeous piece of ass he'd ever seen. She put all the skinny girls he'd ever fucked to shame. They were scrawny, gangly creatures compared to the luscious woman. He wanted to take his cock out and let her see the size of it. He knew she would be impressed. Why, she was half smiling at him already.
"I asked you what you're doing here?" his father asked.
"I think I know what he's doing here," Joan said. His father turned and looked at the redhead and then back at Mark. His eyes widened in disbelief. His mouth dropped open. His father was always so sure of himself that his face almost caused Mark to laugh out loud. He had never seen his father lose his cool this way.
"God," his father said. "I'll be damned!"
"He's just like his father," Joan said. "He wants to fuck. He may be a little inexperienced, but he wants to fuck!"
"But he's so damned young."
"He's old enough to get a hard-on," Joan said. "When they're that old they're ready!"
"What the hell are we going to do?" Alan asked.
"I don't know," Joan said. "But I guess we should give him what he wants."
His father gave him a frustrated look. He was thinking it over. But Mark could already see that Joan had already decided. The redhead had known what she wanted as soon as he walked through the door. She might never admit it to his father, but Mark could see it in her eyes. It excited him tremendously because he knew that she wanted to fuck him. She wanted his young cock.
"This is crazy," Alan said.
"It just might be," she said, "but I'm afraid that this is the way it is."
Mark tired of listening to them. His cock was just so fucking hard. He didn't have time to wait. He knew he had them by the short hairs and that the redhead wouldn't refuse. That was all that mattered. As long as the redhead wanted to go along with it, wanted to have his prick.
That was all that mattered!
Mark started to undress himself. He could tell that his father was growing more shocked by the second. He didn't give a damn. He would worry about his father later. He peeled down his shorts and his big cock jutted free.
"My God," Joan said awed. "You never told me that you had a mule for a son."
"I didn't know," Alan admitted. "It's grown a hell of a lot since I saw it last!"
"It's the biggest one I've ever seen."
Mark was proud of it. He grinned at them. He stroked it and it grew harder. The redhead was nearly panting as she stared at it. Her face was flushed and he could see a few streaks of cum on her cheeks. He didn't mind that. He walked over to her and she quickly scrambled up on her knees.
"I'll never get all of this in my mouth," she said.
Her mouth opened and he felt the delicious warmth of her throat closing around his throbbing cock. He pushed his prick into her lips as deeply as he dared. He looked down at her face. Shit, he had never seen anyone as beautiful as the luscious redhead with her mouth wrapped around his cock. He pulled back slightly so that he could see the long length of his cock slimy with her spit. He pushed it gently back into her mouth again. He felt her tongue swirling all around the tip.
He kept pushing. He was doing something to the redhead that he hadn't tried with anybody else. And she was taking it. Every damned inch of it. She was taking it all down her throat.
"Jesus," his father said.
He felt his balls against her chin. He was in her mouth all the way. He looked again at her flushed face and the way her cheeks puffed out like she was a squirrel holding nuts. She was filled up with his meat. He put his hands on the back of her head and slowly tugged her back and forth. His slimy cockmeat felt so fucking good as it went back and forth into her mouth. He could feel her tongue swirling around the head with each movement.
He released her head and reached down for her tits. This was what he wanted most of all. He wanted to feel her big knockers in his hands. He squeezed them, felt the nipples grow aroused and swollen. He pushed his dick hard into her throat.
"Ahhhhh shit," he said. "I've never had a woman before. I've never had anyone with knockers before. You've got such big fucking knockers. I love your fucking big tits!"
He kept his dick in her mouth until he could stand it no more. He pulled his sweaty meat out of her mouth. He put his hand tight around his pole and jerked it off. He watched a little drop of jism leak onto her cheek. She was smiling up at him as if anything he wanted to do to her was fine with her. Shit, this was such a fucking fantastic experience!
He touched the end of his big cock against her cheek. "I want to fuck," he said. "I want to put my dick in and fuck your ass off. I want to set you on fucking fire!"
"Uhhhhh," she said. "I already feel my cunt on fire. Just looking at that big cock does that!"
He could see his father watching in silence as he pushed her down on her back. He dropped down on top of her. He pressed her mouth and pushed his tongue into her throat. He felt her tongue touching his. They stayed like that for a while with their tongues mingling. That was nice, but it wasn't enough.
He moved his head down so that he could touch his lips against her tits. He sucked the hot creamy flesh into his mouth. He sucked the nipple under his tongue. He liked the way her heart pounded fast as he sucked on her. He liked the way her thighs pulled at his rigid cock.
"You're nice," she groaned softly.
"You're fantastic," he said, as he put his lips against her flat belly.
"No," she said. "Your father's already done that. Now I want to be fucked. Really fucked. I want to be fucked by that big fucking dick of yours!"
"You're going to, cunt," he said.
He moved back up her velvet smooth body again. He could hear his father's heavy breathing and he knew his father was getting turned on. He placed his big body solidly on top of hers. He rubbed his chest against her big knockers.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said. "Just like I've always wanted to. I'm going to stick my cock in your pussy so far it's going to come out your big ass!"
"Oh yessss," she groaned. "Oh, that's the way I want to be fucked. That's how I want it!"
Mark's father was stroking her side but he no longer cared about what his father was doing. All he could think about was getting his big cock in her snug pussy. He poked her hard. His big cockhead just barely squeezed into her plump pussy lips. God, her cunt felt tight. So fucking tight! He could feel her squeezing against his cockhead. Fine stuff. Fantastic pussy. The very best he'd ever had.
"Fuck me," she screamed. "Put it in me all the way. Stab that thing in me deep!"
He plunged hard. His cock went partially into her and he watched her eyes open in disbelief. He knew he was as far as any other cock had gone, even his father's. His cock had frightened a lot of the girls he'd tried to fuck, but not this redhead. She wanted it. Joan looked like she was going to go crazy over it. Her ass bucked off the carpet as she tried to pull it into her cunt.
"Put it in me," she cried. "Put that big fucking thing in me. Go ahead. Put it in my cunt all the way! I want your big fucking dick in my pussy!"
He'd never heard a woman talk this way. He stabbed it into her. He was in her cunt right to his balls. He felt her cunt walls squeezing his flesh. He heard her gasp softly.
"My God," she said. "You're in so deep. I've never had. a cock so deep before!"
He started to fuck her. He fucked her in hard, steady strokes and he could feel her ass jumping up to meet his every thrust. He loved the way she kept rubbing her big tits against his chest. She couldn't seem to get enough feeling his hard chest against her massive tits.
"Fuck me," she cried out savagely. "Fuck me like a cunt. Like an animal! Fuck me good!"
He moved his cock in and out of her sweet pussy. Damn, she felt good. Her cunt was almost like a gloved hand, squeezing and massaging with his every savage thrust. He wanted to fuck her harder. He slipped his hands underneath her big ass. He lifted her ass high as he could and then he started slamming his prick into her. He could feel her tense as he slammed into her hard. Then he could feel her once more lifting her ass to meet his thrusting cock.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" she cried.
He gave it to her as hard as he could. He made sure his balls slapped against her with a loud, hot rhythm. He looked over at his father. His father was sporting a big hard-on. The old man was really getting excited.
"You sweet big bastard," the redhead cried. "You're going to make me come! Oh, you sweet bastard! Fuck me good. Fuck me good! FUCK MEEEEEE!"
In and out of her sweet pussy he thrust and he could feel her pussy juices flooding his cock. He could feel the liquid fire rushing up from his balls and he knew he was going to flood her with his cum.
"Fuck your ass off," he said. "Fuck your sweet assssss offf!
He gave it to her once more. He felt his hot juices pour into her pussy. He kept sliding his cock in and out of her sweet cunt until she was full of cockcream. He took his prick out and rubbed it against her thighs.
He groaned in satisfaction. It was good as hell, but he was just getting started.
CHAPTER NINE
Joan lay on the floor on her back for a few minutes as she let the good feelings wash over her. She found it hard to believe that she could enjoy the young boy's cock so much. She'd wanted him the moment he walked through the door, but she couldn't believe that she had enjoyed it so much.
"My God, that was wonderful," she said.
"He's quite a stud," Alan said, with a note of pride in his voice.
Joan stretched out her long creamy legs. She could still feel the furious way Mark had slammed his cock into her pussy. It had really been something. She could have let him fuck her all day long.
She looked over at Alan and saw that his prick was big and hard. She smiled sympathetically. She wished she had the energy to do more than smile, but he would have to make do with that. His son had fucked the strength out of her.
Mark put his hand on her titty. His fingers just played with her soft boob as if he couldn't get enough of touching her. She sighed. His hand felt good. She squeezed her thighs together and she could feel his sticky jism. She felt like she had taken a bath in their jism.
She spread her legs as if she felt Alan's hand on her bush. He inserted three fingers gently into her steamy hole. He finger-fucked her gently. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the pleasurable warmth of his caress.
"Take my cock," Alan said.
She reached for his crotch. She found his hard rod and she laced her fingers around it. She started jerking him off with the same rhythm that he was using on her cunt. Everything felt so nice. She felt as if she was in a new world, a hazy world. This was the nicest feeling she'd ever had.
"You're a sweet piece," Alan said. "Do you know that you're the best looking piece on the block!"
"I'm not," she said.
"Sure you are. You give more hard-ons than anybody else around. I remember when you used to get out and water your garden and you would dress in your black bikini. I used to imagine that you were giving your ass an extra shake when you saw me looking."
"I was," Joan admitted.
He laughed. He kept fingering her cunt until she had a itchy feeling there again. Then he rolled her over on her side. He faced her. His hands caressed her melon shaped tits. He squeezed them and she felt his mouth against hers.
"Give me a little tongue, baby," he said.
She darted her fiery tongue in his mouth. She felt his hands on her big ass. He pulled her pussy against his hard dick. She'd never done it on her side before, but it seemed like the time to try. She parted her legs and reached down to guide his cock into her snug cunt.
"I like your ass," he said. "I like your big fat ass."
"My ass is not fat," she said, and then gasped as his cockhead slipped into her folds of her pussy. "I'm not fat. I'm not. Oh, that's good!"
Neither of them were as excited as they had been a little while before. This was going to be a slow and sexy fuck. He moved his cock into her pussy as gently as he could. She winced with pain. She felt sore from the fucking his son had given her. He pulled back and then inserted his fingers back into her. He juiced her up with his fingers so that he could put his cock back into her. He pushed hard this time and she felt his cock glide into the snug warmth of her fuck-pouch.
"That's nice," she said softly. "Take it nice and easy. I just know to lay here with your big cock in your pussy. Fuck me nice and slow, and gently!"
"Are you still sore?"
"A little," she answered.
"Christ, my son has a cock on him."
"He sure as hell does."
He fucked her as slow as she craved, while his big hands massaged her asscheeks. It felt good, kind of dreamy. She wondered how long he could keep it up. She wondered about her husband, and when he would be home. At that moment she wouldn't have stopped if he had walked through the door. He accused her of playing around anyway, so what difference could it make. She put one leg a little on top of his so that Alan's cock was filling her cunt a little better. She gave a little cry each time his cock thrust into her. She wished she could do this all day. It was so fucking nice. It made a comfortable warmth in her belly, but it didn't make her want to fuck any faster. Just a comfortable fuck.
She felt Alan's finger jab into her asshole. It made her move a little faster as he started moving his finger in and out of her asshole. He got his finger in and then he tried another finger.
"That's getting a little sore," she said.
"Baby," he said. "It's all right. Just relax and the soreness will go away."
He fucked her a little faster. He was right about the sore feeling going away. She started to enjoy his fuck. Very much. She felt the fire in her belly grow stronger. She pushed him over onto his back and she climbed on top of him. She started bouncing up and down as she felt his cock swelling.
"Oh Christ," he moaned. "Christ, you're going to make me come. Jesus, it feels good! You've got a fucking cunt, baby, that doesn't know when to quit. It doesn't know!"
He was thrusting his big cock a little faster and a little harder into her cunt. She was enjoying it. She pulled one of his hands out from under so that he could play with her tits. She wanted to feel his hands massaging her flesh.
She rocked faster. She felt the first quick spasm that made her catch her breath. "I'm going to come. Play with my tits. You're making me come. EEHIIIII!"
It was so quick that she almost didn't expect it. Her orgasms shattered the quiet as she started screaming as loud as she could. It felt too damned good to hold back. Tooooo goooood!
He fucked her faster and she felt the hot swelling of his prick as he got ready to empty his juices into her cunt. She tried to squeeze with her pussy as he thrust into her.
"Oh fuck," he moaned. "Fucking bitch. Fuck it off. Fuck my ass offfff!"
She felt his cockhead explode into her in sticky rivers of cum. She felt his cum leaking down her thighs. She had more cum on her than she could ever remember having. It felt so good. She kept bouncing on his cock until she had no more strength. She slowly slipped off his big prick. The redhead couldn't remember when she had ever felt so tired. It seemed like every muscle in her body was aching. She was ready to sleep, but she knew that the two of them weren't through with her.
"Where are you going?" Mark asked, as she started to get up.
"I'm exhausted," she said. "But we don't want to stop," he said. "I'm going to take a shower," she said, "and then I'll be ready for more action."
She didn't know if she was telling the truth or not. But she knew she had to do something. The two men followed her up into her bedroom. They stood in the bathroom and watched as she turned on the water as hot as she could manage. She stepped into the shower and felt the energy-giving water washing over her.
"This is going to make me feel better," she said.
She was soaping herself when she was aware that they were getting into the shower with her. She sighed as the two hairy male bodies pressed close to her. They took the soap from her and they began to soap her body all over. They were surprisingly gentle. They soaped her body in every spot.
"You're so goddamned gorgeous," Mark said.
Mark put his arms around her and he pulled the pretty redhead against him. He covered her moist lips with an open mouthed kiss. She tasted his tongue driving frantically into her mouth. She also felt his cock growing against her thigh.
Damn, didn't these men ever get enough.
She had no strength to fight them. Mark took the soap and he began to lather her body again. She especially liked the way he lathered her big tits, he had her juicy brown nipples standing out hard as rock.
"God," she said. "I think you're making me hot again!"
She dropped her hand to Mark's prick. She squeezed his prick once and then took the soap from his hands. She squeezed his balls while she lathered his big stiff prick with the soap. Alan put his arms around her and she felt his fingers at her nipples.
"Ummmm," she moaned.
She moved her hand from his balls to the crack of his ass. She jabbed one finger deep into Mark's ass while Alan pressed close to her ass with his big cock. Joan remembered how her husband had fucked Rita in the ass. She'd never had that before. She wondered what it would feel like.
She told herself it was only being curious, but she still wondered.
Mark pulled her against him again. Alan moved closer. She could feel two cocks against her. She had never felt anything like this. The water was washing the soap from their bodies. Mark moved his hands down until he was cupping her big asscheeks in his hands. She felt his cock trying to punch a hole in her stomach.
"Let's get out of here," she said breathlessly. "I think I'm getting ready again."
They got out of the shower. First Joan tenderly dried each of the two men off. They each took a towel and dried her off. She had never been dried off in that way before. The touch of their hands on her body excited her. She wanted to fuck. It was crazy. It seemed like the more fucking she got, the more she wanted.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she gasped.
They went into her bedroom together. Looking at the two purplish headed cocks, Joan felt a rush of shame. This wasn't right. She was a married woman. She shouldn't be here in her bedroom with two horny men. Then she remembered the whore her husband had brought and what he had made them do. It may not have been right, but who could blame her for doing what she did. No woman had ever been so abused and humiliated. She couldn't be blamed if she wanted to fuck all the men in creation, IF SHE SUCKED EVERY DICK SHE COULD! Nobody could blame her for anything, anymore.
She wondered if she could keep the two men here until her husband came home. Could she dare? What would he say if he walked in on them and found them fucking. There would be nothing he could do. He got weaker every day. The cancer was eating at him. She knew that he wouldn't last a lot longer. She couldn't do it to him, no matter how mean he was to her.
Mark played with her ass. She kissed him. She put her hand back on his big cock.
"Damn," she said. "You've got the biggest fucking cock I've ever seen."
"That's what everybody says," Mark said.
"Oh," she questioned. "Have you been fucking many girls?"
"Every piece I can get my hands on," he answered. "I'm considered a stud around school."
"I just bet you are," she said.
Alan pulled her around so that he could get his lips on her big tits. Alan sucked one and Mark bent his head to suck the other. She felt both their hands probing between her legs. God, nobody ever made her feel this good. She wondered if she could get both their cocks inside her cunt at the same time.
She pushed them away because she had all the tit sucking she could take. Her body was tired, but it was also full of heat. She leaned over and took Mark's cock in her hands. It took two hands to hold him up. Damn, she had just never seen a cock as big as his. She couldn't get over it.
Alan was kissing her ass and playing with his tongue around her asshole as she bent over. She held his stiff prick in her hands and began licking the crown with her tongue. She covered the pink blood-filled head with her spit. She liked the taste of his big cock. She wondered if she could possibly suck him until he would come. She wasn't sure she could, but she could suck his prick for a little while.
She opened her mouth wide and she lowered her face to his crotch. She sucked his massive cock into her lips. She began to chew on his sensitive cockhead and let her hair brush against his flesh. She knew this would turn him on as fast as anything.
"Oh God," he groaned. "Oh Jesus, that feels good!"
She started to work on his bit prick. He began to lurch up violently as her slippery lips worked up and down his staff. She let his cockcream bubble out of her mouth. He had a lot, but he was just getting started. He tried to wiggle out from under her as she licked and sucked and gobbled his hot flesh. She tried to suck him deeper with each suck.
"Christ," he groaned. "Christ, you're killing me!"
She didn't mind killing poor Mark like this. She could feel Alan sticking his tongue into her asshole. It was a new feeling for her. An exciting one. She pushed back against his tongue even as she felt his fingers probing between her legs. He jabbed two fingers up into her cunt and she gobbled frantically on Mark's prick. She was getting hot again. She could feel her cunt boiling over with twat juice.
She put her hand underneath Mark's heavy balls and started squeezing them as she sucked on his cock. Mark grabbed both sides of her head and he was pushing deeper into her mouth. He was choking her and she knew she wasn't going to be able to last any longer. She pulled her head back.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I can't suck you anymore. I'm going to have to bring you off another way."
"That's all right, babe," he said. "You can just climb onto my cock."
She slid up his body and pressed down on top of him. Damn, he was so strong. She felt his arms go around her and crushed her breathless. He pushed his cock up against her hot snatch. Slowly he pushed his cock into her.
"I'm going to fuck her, Dad," Mark said. "I'm going to fuck her sweet ass off!"
She gave a cry of astonishment as she settled down on his massive, throbbing prick. He felt even bigger than he had felt a few minutes before. He felt like he was going to push his way into her stomach and out her mouth. She couldn't sit up. She had to stay stretched out on top of him while his prick filled her pussy.
"I love your big cock," she moaned. "I just love your fucking big prick."
"Bounce on it, baby," he said.
"I'm afraid to bounce on it," she said. "I'm afraid it might break something!"
"Bounce on it," he demanded.
She started to bounce up and down on his big powerful cock. His cock filled her so much, in such a way that she had never been filled before. She kept feeling his bloated knob pushing into her belly. She gasped each time his cock parted her cunt entrance.
"You have such a beautiful ass, baby," Alan said. "Your fucking ass is gorgeous."
He had her asscheeks parted and he was kissing her again. She felt his tongue stabbing at her asshole. Then his fingers. He didn't hurt her and she wasn't alarmed by anything he did. Of course, she hadn't thought that he would...
"She's got such a big ass," Mark said. "She's got a lot of room. Why don't you fuck her in it."
At first she couldn't believe her ears. She started shaking her head. "No. I don't want that. You can't do that to me. It would kill me."
"But you have got a pretty ass," Alan said. "A pretty big ass. It's just right for fucking!"
"No," she said.
But Alan was no longer listening to her. He raised himself up on his knees behind her and he pressed his prick against her tiny puckered anus. Joan remembered. She remembered her curiosity about what it felt like. Her husband had fucked Rita in the ass and Rita had acted as if she enjoyed it. Now Joan was about to find out and she didn't want to.
She tried to escape but Mark's big prick was holding her still.
"You can't get away, honey," Mark said. "So why don't you just relax and enjoy."
"I can't," she said. He was pressing his cockhead a little harder against her anus. "He'll kill me with that thing. He can't get it in."
"I'll get it in," Alan said.
There was a sudden pain as Alan forced his cock into her tight asshole.
"Damn," Alan exploded. "What a tight cherry ass. She's got a fucking ass so tight that it can't be believed. Damn I can't believe it feels so tight!"
"Fuck her, Dad," Mark said. "Fuck her big ass. Fuck her big ass good!"
Joan cried out in pain as he slammed his prick the rest of the way into her ass. She felt his balls snug against her asscheeks. She remembered how it looked with Paul's cock in Rita's ass. It had looked like he was killing her. It must look twice as bad with Alan's cock. His cock was twice as big as Paul's. At that moment Alan's cock seemed as big as Mark's.
"I'm in there," he said. "My fucking cock is in there. I've got it in her ass!"
"I can feel your cock," Mark said excitedly. "I can feel it right through her cunt."
To Joan, it did seem like both of their cocks were rubbing together through the thin sheath that separated them. She was in pain and she couldn't make it stop. She tried to wiggle, but that only made things worse.
"Don't try to escape," Alan said. "My cock's in your ass to stay. You might as well enjoy it!"
"It hurts," she sobbed. "It really hurts!"
"Don't be a crybaby," Mark said. A hot cunt like you is the type who can appreciate two big cocks!"
At that moment she didn't appreciate them. She hated them. But there was nothing she could do about it. They started to fuck her. They both fucked her with the same slow rhythm. She couldn't relax. It kept hurting for a long while. Then Alan started pumping her ass a little faster. That was when she started to feel something nice happening to her insides. She wasn't sure exactly what was happening. But she was starting to enjoy the two cocks inside her.
They fucked faster. She started trying to meet both of their thrusts at the same time.
"Hey," Mark said. "I believe she's beginning to enjoy it. I think she's beginning to like it."
"Is that right?" Alan asked.
"Uh-uh," she admitted. "Yes, I am. Oh, you motherfucking bastard! I am starting to like it!"
That fiery something was happening to her insides. She could feel that tingling warmth spreading through her body. It was obscene. She was being fucked by two cocks at the same time, and she was starting to enjoy it. The very humiliation of it added to her excitement.
"Oh, you bastards," she cried. "You shit-eating bastards. Oh, fuck me!"
They fucked her. They fucked her as she'd never been fucked before. They slammed their two cocks into her with the same animal rhythm, two big cocks fucking her asshole and pussy, father and son. It was crazy! But it was the best fucking that she had ever had.
"I'm going to come," she said. "It's so fucking nice. You two fucking assholes are making me come. You sweet bastards, you big cocked bastards, give it to me. I'm a whore with a hole. I'll do anything for cock. I'll eat shit for cock! Jesus, fuck me in the ass. OH FUCK ME IN THE ASSSSS!"
Her entire body seemed to explode. It was better than anything she had ever experienced. Her vision went black for a minute. She couldn't see. She couldn't hear. She couldn't even think about what she was doing. Her body was a mass of throbbing fire that grew to a raging furnace and then slowly eased off. She was limp when the last shiver passed through her. She couldn't have moved if her life had depended on it. They didn't mind. They were already too far gone.
"I'm going to give her an ass full of cum," Alan groaned. "I'm going to give her asshole something to remember! A big asshole full of CUMMMMM!"
He erupted into her ass while at the same time Mark was frantically fucking her pussy. She felt his hot cum juice leaking into her pussy.
"Oh yessssss," she said.
Mark screamed and his prick exploded in a bath of hot thick prick juice. She kept moving a little as Mark and Alan emptied their pricks into her. Only a little. She couldn't have made herself move anymore than she did.
Finally they were empty and the three of them fell apart in complete exhaustion.
CHAPTER TEN
Joan zipped up the knee-length black boots and stood up. She studied herself in the bedroom mirror. She looked like a whore. She wore a short red skirt that was tight enough to show the outline of her panties. She wore a halter top that allowed most of her big tits to fall out of the top. She could see her nipples through the flimsy material. She had on make-up. "Damn," Joan said.
This was the outfit Paul had bought for her. He had it lying out on the bed when she got home from work that evening. He had given her an ugly look saying, "Here. Put these on after you shower. You act like a cunt. Dress like one!"
She hadn't understood him until she had put the outfit on. She did look like a cunt. She couldn't understand why Paul would want her to dress this way. She didn't like the outfit. She didn't think it suited her personality. It was like advertising her cunt.
She had the feeling that her husband was up to something and that she wasn't going to like it.
She went downstairs and found Paul sitting on the couch. "Paul. We're going to have to have a talk."
"What about?"
"The way you've been acting," she said.
"The way I've been acting. Bitch, don't worry about the way I've been acting. Worry about your own actions."
"Paul, we can't go on like this!"
"Sure we can. I'm a sick man. You can go on fucking every man in the neighborhood!"
"I haven't been," she said.
She got too close to him and he reached out suddenly. He caught her by the arm and squeezed. "Don't tell me you haven't been fucking around. I know you, baby. I know exactly what you are. You're a cunt. Nothing but!"
She slapped his face. It was the first time she had ever gotten enough courage to do that. But she knew that she couldn't go on like this. He was driving her crazy. His being sick was no excuse. Other men got sick without taking it out on their wives, without accusing them of things.
"You're going to be sorry you did that," he said.
"No," she said. "You're the one who'll be sorry. I've put up with a hell of a lot and I'm not going to put up with it anymore. I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be, but I'm going to quit being your doormat."
"You bitch," he said. "You're going to be any goddamn thing I want you to be."
"No," she said. She jerked his arm off her. "I'm through being a doormat. Forever. Now I'm going upstairs and take these thing off."
"Leave them on," he demanded.
"No," she said.
She started upstairs. This time she was determined that she was through being what he wanted her to be. She wasn't going to be stepped on any longer. She would leave him if she had to. She started taking off the things and she heard a sound behind her. He was standing there. He was grinning. "So you thought you'd get away from me. You thought you'd leave me. Is that what you're thinking. You're probably thinking about going next door to fuck that guy."
"I'm not thinking anything," she said.
She was standing in her skirt with her tits bared. She was shocked when Paul stepped out of the way and there was another man standing in the doorway. Not one man. Two. No, three. There was another in the hallway. She grabbed her halter and held it over her naked tits. She didn't know any of the men. They were all big and sweaty looking. She had never seen them before in her life.
"You know what I did," Paul said. "I stopped by a construction crew. Some men working. I told the foreman I would pay them for coming out here. Now you really are a whore. You're doing something for money. Of course, they're the ones who're getting the money."
"My God," she said. "What are you doing?"
"I'm teaching you a lesson," he said.
Paul left. She couldn't see him anymore. And a big blond man was coming into her bedroom. He was grinning. She could see other grinning men behind him. "Now don't you dare touch me. I'll scream. I will scream!"
"I'm going to make you scream," he said.
He grabbed at her. She kicked at him and attempted to get around him. He pushed her back on the bed. She lost her halter top. She heard him gasp as he saw her big snowy boobs. He licked his lips.
"Damn, this little bitch is better than we thought. She's much better. We're going to have a good time."
She didn't know how many men were in her bedroom. It seemed like dozens. She fought the first man for her skirt. He finally ripped it away and held her arms down to her side. She was left dressed in a pair of blue panties. He jammed one hand roughly between her legs.
"Yeah, baby," he said. "You've got a pussy down there, all right. A real nice pussy."
"Stop," she said. "Please stop. Don't rape me. I'll do anything but don't rape me."
"Yeah," he said. "Your husband told us how you like to scream and fight and pretend you're being raped. He told us that you would do that."
"I'm not pretending," she screamed.
"Sure, baby," he said.
He kept roughly massaging the sides of her thighs and her plump pussy through the panties she wore. He was so strong that she couldn't get away from him. Another man sat down on one side of her. He started rubbing her titties.
"Damn," he said. "What a pair of udders."
"Leave me alone," she said, twisting and screaming. She tried to bite at the man rubbing her titties. He carelessly slapped her in the face and then went back to rubbing her tits again. She felt her nipples getting aroused despite how she felt. She didn't want it to happen. Some of them had actually started undressing.
She realized what was going to happen. All these men really intended to fuck her and there was nothing she could do to prevent them. Her husband had really set her up. The man rubbing her pussy had gripped her panties and he had torn them off her. He pushed apart her creamy thighs.
"Let's take a look at the pussy," he said. He was grinning as he held her open like a cow going into inspection. He put one finger against her pussy lips. She tried to twist away but she felt his finger probing her cuntlips. Suddenly he jabbed his finger inside. She couldn't escape. He had his finger in her cunt and he was playing with her clit. She felt a shiver of pleasure go down her spine. God, it couldn't be happening to her. She couldn't be starting to enjoy it. Not this.
But she was. His finger was making her hot and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. It was the ultimate humiliation. She had to be fucked-but she didn't have to enjoy it.
"Look at her, Joe," a man said. "I think she's getting off on your finger."
"Yeah," Joe said.
He kept fingering her pussy until she was squirming with desire. She couldn't stop herself from coming. Already her pussy was wet with juice.
"Oh Dear God," she groaned. "Don't let it happen, oh, it's already happening. It's happening. I'm going to come! I'm going to come. Oh FUCKKKKK!"
The men were laughing at her, but she couldn't help the way she ground her pussy against his finger. Finally he took his finger away but he wasn't going to leave her alone. He was just standing up so he could take his clothes off. Joan kept begging them to leave her alone but that only made the men laugh harder. The man called Joe got on top of her. He bit her ear as he pressed his rigid cock against her thatch.
"Now you shake your ass, sugar," he said. "Your husband told me you were a good fuck. Now you prove it!"
He plunged into her already wet cunt with one deep stroke. She heard clapping. He started to pull his prick out of her. He got it half way out and then eased it back into her again. He was taking it nice and slow. He was enjoying himself. She started moving her ass, not because she was enjoying it, but because she wanted to get it over with quickly.
He fucked her a little deeper and faster. His buddy was still massaging her big tits. She lifted herself up, letting her cunt slide over his cock tightly like she was milking him. He seemed to love that.
"Give me a kiss, cunt," he said. He kissed her mouth. She made her lips soft and let him jab his tongue into her mouth. He moved his buddy's hands and started mauling her tits himself.
"She's good and tight," he groaned.
He plunged into her pussy a little faster. She felt the hot swell of his cockmeat. She humped back against him frantically. He made a grunting noise each time he stabbed his prick into her pussy.
"Baby," he moaned. "Baby, I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come. BABYYYYYYY!"
She felt his cockhead spewing out his thick slimy cum. She closed her thighs against his cock as well as she could. He plunged in and out a couple of times before he pulled his wet, limp cock out of her pussy.
"You were fucking good," he said, rubbing her tits again. "Fucking good. I hate to give you up. But I guess it's time for the next one."
"Oh please," she asked them. "Not all of you. Please, not all of you. My husband lied to you. I don't really enjoy it with a lot of men. I'm not pretending."
She realized, as she looked at their faces, that nothing she said would convince them. She was going to get gangbanged. The next man took Joe's place. His cock was smaller and she hardly felt it as he pushed it into her wet cunt. He fucked like a rabbit, very quickly, and he was done very quickly.
"Hey, look at him go," a man said.
He sighed and fell against her. She'd hardly realized he'd been coming. His prick juice rubbed wetly against her thighs as he pulled his rod out. Immediately someone else was crawling on top of her. This man was rough and he smelled of beer. He had a fat cock that hurt her when he jabbed it into her. He reached beneath her and grabbed her by the ass. He lifted her slightly as he began to pound her pussy with his cock.
"You got a nice ass, bitch," he said. "I'm going to try your pussy first. I may get around to your ass.
"If you got any left," another man laughed.
He fucked her hard, as if he was trying to show her he was a real man. He hurt her a few times as he drove his fat cock furiously into her pussy. She was thankful when she felt his prick start to spurt hot jism into her cunt.
"Oh yeah," he groaned. "Oh my fucking yeah! Oh, she's a sweet fuck. A SWEET FUCK!"
He climbed off of her. She didn't know how many men had crowded into the room. She was afraid to count them. She knew that she could see what looked like a sea of hard cocks. Every shape and size. And they were all for her.
"I think she's getting tired."
"You're right," another man said. "We should turn her over on her side."
She found hands on her lifting her and turning her. She was on her side with one man in front of her and another man behind her. She knew what was going to happen but she didn't have the strength to stop them. A man drove his hard prick into her pussy. She felt the snug pressure at her asshole. A second man drove his prick into her asshole with one hard thrust. His balls slapped her as he began to fuck her.
It hurt and she was sore, but she gave up trying to resist them. The two men fucked her until they were gaping with each thrust. She felt both cocks swell up at almost the same time. Then she felt the hot jizm spurting into her ass and pussy.
"Jesus, she's fine," the man in front groaned. "She's a goddamn fine piece of ass!"
They moved away from her only to be immediately replaced by two more men. This was getting wilder than she would have ever thought anything could be. She felt the jerking movements of the man who was trying to get his prick into her asshole.
"Push, goddamn it, Harry," a man laughed. "Haven't you ever fucked an asshole before?"
"Not one this tight," Harry answered.
He finally got his prick into her ass and both men started fucking her hard. She closed her eyes. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was a fantasy that most women had at one time or another, but having it happen for real was too gross. She was too tired to enjoy herself.
"She's so fucking tight," Harry groaned. "She's got a fucking tight asshole."
"Jesus," the man who fucked her pussy groaned. "You should feel her fucking cunt!"
It didn't take them long and they were spewing their cock cream into her holes. She felt sticky and sweaty as they pulled their cocks out of her.
"Hey, get her on her hands and knees. We'll try out all three of her holes!"
They were picking her up again. They forced her to stay on her knees near the edge of the bed. One man slid underneath her and crammed his cock into her wet pussy. Another stood behind her and forced his prick deep into her asshole. A third man stood at her head and brutally forced his cock into her mouth. This was it. She couldn't stand it anymore. What was worse was that she was starting to enjoy it again. She couldn't help herself. The trio of cocks was exciting her. Her only thought was that she was glad the men couldn't hear her screaming when she came. She had her mouth so full of cock that she couldn't utter a word.
She swallowed the thick cum of the man who shot his wad into her mouth. Another man immediately took his place. A change of cocks in her cunt and in her asshole. She was a degraded, humiliated whore and there was nothing she could do.
Another man stood near her and beat off into her hair. She kept peering out of the corners of her eyes as his big purplish cockhead grew with arousal. She saw the white stream of his cum and she felt it sticking to her hair.
Another man shot his wad all over her ass. She felt sticky with jism. She was allowed to drop down on her back again while one man fucked her pussy and another straddled her face. This man came deep in her throat and made her choke. She was dimly aware of someone taking pictures. One shot was obscene view of her wide open cunt. She was showed the picture. She could see how her pink cunt was covered with cum.
"Hey, I'm getting hungry."
"Let's go downstairs. The man said we could eat if we wanted to. And we've got all night."
"Yeah, but let's jerk off on her first. Then she could take a shower and we'll start again."
The men stood around her and they held their purplish rods in their hands and slowly beat themselves off. She saw the hot spurts of cum stabbing from the end of their cocks. Each man came at a different time, but it seemed like the showers of thick white milky come all happened at once. She was covered with the hot white juice.
"Hey, baby," a man said, bending over. "Now you go take a shower and we'll be back. Did you get that picture?"
"Yeah, I got it. Just a minute. Wait until we show that one to the guys at work. A beautiful cunt covered with cum. Jesus, I've never seen anything like it."
They left her alone but she knew it was only going to be a little while. She felt sore and exhausted. She knew she couldn't go all night with these men. That would surely kill her. She stood up a little shakily. She heard the men all in the kitchen with Paul as she slipped down the stairs and out the door. She ran naked next door to Alan's house. She banged on the door. It seemed like hours before he came.
"My God," he said.
"I need help," she said. "Paul's gone crazy. Please, can I stay here for a while."
"You can stay here as long as you want, sugar," Alan said. "And I'm going to have a talk with Paul."
"No," she said. "There's a lot of men over there. Just let it go. I've left him for good this time. He'll have to get along without me. I'll get my clothes and things some other time. But now I need to sleep."
"Sure, babe," Alan said.
He put his arm around her and they walked inside. She was hardly awake when Alan cleaned her up and put her between soft sheets. The last things she remembered was his soft kiss on the cheek, and her thinking that her life with Paul was over. The bastard could die for all she cared. Her decision had been made.
