It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today's world.
The majority of today's men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged for it is one of incest. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness--a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
HORNY WIDOW NEXT DOOR--a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us--and the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Holly Harper, dressed from head to toe in black, sat, with her head held low, in the rear seat of the limousine. The funeral procession was moving along at a steady pace towards the cemetery, where burial and services would be held for her deceased husband. Teardrops blurred her vision, and she was constantly reaching up under her veil with her handkerchief to dry her eyes. Holly still found it hard to believe that, at the age of thirty-five she was a widow. Her husband of fifteen years had been victim of a sudden heart attack. She was glad that her brother-in-law was at her side to offer comfort in her time of need.
"Now, now," said the mustached young man, his blonde hair reaching to his shoulders. "Be brave, Holly. I know this is a trying experience for you. It is for all of us who loved Bob. But you'll just have to pick up the pieces and carry on, that's all. You're still young... and beautiful. You've got your whole life ahead of you." The man placed his hand on the widow's knee to give it a gentle squeeze.
"I know you're right," said the widow, lifting. her head and forcing a smile. "It's just that it was all so sudden. One day I was a married woman, the next day I was a widow. Poor Bob."
She patted her tightly wrapped black hair to make sure every strand was in place. After tugging on her long, black dress, she leaned back in the seat and looked ahead at the stream of cars in front of them. But her eyes were still misty.
"I can't stand to see you like this, Holly. You were always such a cheerful woman. To be honest, I was always jealous of Bob because I wanted you for myself. And now that he's gone, I can't help but want to make you happy. Can you understand that?"
"Of course I can, Joe. And I'm really flattered. But this isn't the time or place to be saying things like that. Poor Bob isn't even in the ground yet."
"I can't help it. I only want to make you happy.
Here, this will drive away your tears." Joe fell to his knees on the floor of the car, directly between the widow's legs, and he forced the woman's dress all the way up to her waist. As soon as he saw the creamy white flesh above the tops of her black stockings, his hands began to roam. He caressed the silky fabric of her stockings, all the time moving upward to her bare flesh. There he started kneading and massaging her bare thighs, admiring their fullness. The widow was surprised as hell.
"What on earth are you doing, Joe? I'm on my way to my husband's funeral! Your brother's funeral! Don't you have any respect? For shit's sake, let go of me!"
But Joe wasn't about to release the shapely widow. He had waited too long for this opportunity. During all those years of watching her and his brother together, thinking of what they might be doing in bed, his jealousy had built up steadily. Now it was too great a burden for him to bear. He just had to get some of her sweet pussy.
With her dress pushed far back out of the way, Joe reached up, grabbed the waistband of her panties, and yanked the flimsy garment down the widow's long, shapely legs. Now he had her cunt in plain view, and her big, hairy pussy lips seemed to beckon to him. With a hysterical groan, he lunged forward and wrapped his lips around her big, hot cunt.
The driver seemed content to mind his own business. He drove on, one eye on the procession before him, the other eye on his rearview mirror. A faint smile curved his lips.
Widow Harper struggled, but she was unable to get free of her brother-in-law's firm grasp. She couldn't believe the way he was behaving. He had always been such a perfect gentleman.
Holly could see his body kneeling between her wide-spread legs, and his head twisting and turning between her open thighs. She winced and gasped as shivers raced up her spine. Her pussy was being licked whether she wanted it licked or not, so she leaned back once again and rested both arms across the seat.
"Ungh!" she cried, shaking her head. "I don't believe this is happening. What will people think? I was always faithful to Bob! Ohhh!"
With her shapely white thighs spread extremely wide, the widow looked down at her brother-in-law. All she could see was the top of his head as it moved up and down, then side to side, following her bouncing cunt. Slurping sounds reached her ears, along with grunts and groans, and she closed her eyes in an attempt to drive it all out of her mind.
Joe sank his nails into the widow's thighs in order to keep them spread. Then he continued to snake his long, red tongue up and down the length of her hairy pussy lips. His hot tongue burned paths of fire along her cunt slit and made her fuck meat tingle and burn. She squealed aloud, loving every stroke.
Joe kept licking, his tongue now delving into the widow's gaping pussy crack. Her intense heat warmed his face as he tasted her pink, glistening cunt flesh.
Her hot pussy meat burned his tongue, and her slick pussy juices coated it. He licked eagerly, savoring the flavor of the gentle folds of her cunt meat. The widow moaned and cried, all the time bouncing her big ass up and down off the seat cushion.
Joe's tongue licked her cunt lips intensely, then lapped up the pussy juice that coated them, causing them to swell and throb with boiling blood. Her rubbery folds of fuck meat were soon stretched far beyond their limit. It was enough to drive the Widow Harper crazy.
"Aagh!" she cried, rolling her eyes and drooling. "I'm on my way to my husband's funeral with a swelled-up pussy! Ohhhh!"
Joe then began using his teeth. Seizing her cunt lips between his teeth, he stretched the folds even farther. They began to resemble pulled taffy, and were just as tasty. He liked their flavor so much that he chewed on them for several seconds before releasing them.
Joe shoved his tongue up into the widow's open pussy hole. He reached in as far as he could, stretching her cunt walls in all directions. She bucked and groaned, then clamped her thighs tight against his head.
He now had hot pussy engulfing his mouth and thick pubic hairs delving into his nostrils. He grunted and snorted as he continued to work his tongue deeper and deeper. The Widow Harper trembled hard and stifled a scream as lightning bolts raced through her big cunt hole.
"Oh, fuuuck!" she howled, her veil flying as she shook her head. "What a tongue!"
Joe snaked his tongue up and down her fuck hole. He tantalized the many nerves that lined her pussy walls, his eager licks making them burn and throb. He lapped up the cunt juice that coated those nerves, finding the sweet nectar delightful.
While the tip of his tongue tortured her nerves, the root of his tongue jolted her clit. Her tiny fuck button swelled and throbbed dangerously as friction built up inside it.
Joe continued to work his thick tongue in and out of the widow's cunt. He set her pussy walls afire and coated them with his spit. She pumped her cunt muscles passionately as her lust increased.
Soon, Joe wanted to do more than just eat her. His cock was rock hard in his pants and threatening to burst loose. He wanted more than anything to shove his prick into her wide-open fuck hole.
Forcing himself away from her pussy, Joe climbed up on the seat with her. He loosened his tie and unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt. Unbuckling his trousers, he pushed them and his shorts down to his ankles. He was now ready to claim his long-awaited reward.
"Agh!" moaned Holly as she was pushed backward on the seat. "You're not going to fuck me here, are you? Eating my pussy is one thing, but to fuck me! Oh, shit! How can you be so horny? The driver is watching, and the other cars are so close. It's just crazy!"
She tried to keep him away, but he was too strong for her. He pushed her all the way down until her back rested on the seat cushion.
"I can't help it," he said as he lowered his weight down on top of her. "My prick is on fire! But don't worry, I'll shoot my load inside you long before we arrive at the cemetery. And as for the driver, just pay him no mind. Concentrate only on my prick." Joe thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into the widow's open fuck hole. As his prick head slid deep, he reached under her to grab hold of her big asscheeks for support. Her heat was mind-blowing, but he kept thrusting until his balls were resting against the widow's cunt lips.
"Oooooh!" she moaned, one leg draped over the back of the seat, the other reaching to the floor. "Your cock is so fucking big! I don't believe it!"
The widow's dress was bunched up around her belly. Above that point, her body was still fully clothed. She held onto her brother-in-law's shoulders as he began to work his prick up and down her fuck tube.
"Oh, shit, yeah!" he cried, throwing his head back. "Your pussy is just as hot as I had always w imagined. I'm going to pound the shit out of it to make up for lost time, baby. You'd better hold on tight 'cause this is going to be one wild ride!"
Sinking his nails deep into the widow's ass, Joe began to slam his cock in and out of her cunt. His big, fat prick bulb speared her pussy walls in a dozens of places, driving them every which way and filing them with fire. She howled and bucked as his big cock stretched her pussy wider than it had ever been stretched before.
Joe's ass rose and fell repeatedly between the widow's open thighs as he speared her cunt again and again. His pistoning cock shaft scraped against her tender pussy walls and jolted them with lightning bolts. His heavy balls, covered with thick, yellow cock hairs, hammered her inner thighs and her cunt lips. Holly Harper moaned and howled as blissful heat waves swept up her fuck hole and made her cunt juices drip.
"Shiiyyiit!" she groaned, shaking her veil-covered head. "Your big prick is killing me! I can feel my pussy throbbing!"
"Just hold on, bitch! We've got a few more miles to go yet. I intend to pound the hell out of your pussy!"
Joe tightened his grip on her ass and started to slam his cock in and out of her cunt with body-shattering blows. It wasn't long before squishing sounds filled the car, along with the sounds of his balls slapping against her bare pussy meat. The widow was at a loss for words. She just writhed beneath the man and moaned passionately.
Even beneath her black dress, Holly was burning with passion. Her tits, flattened beneath her brother-in-law's weight, were hard and hot. They seemed to grow hotter by the second as Joe squirmed and jerked against her. She felt blissful heat waves soaring through her body.
Holly held on tight, wrapping her arms around the man's neck. She threw her legs around his waist and began to clench her cunt muscle. This increased the friction in her pussy and in Joe's prick, and the resulting heat blasts rocked them both.
"Agh!" she howled, now bucking up against him. "Fuck me, damn you! Hurry up and make me come! Oh, shit! I've never had it like this before!"
Holly dug her heels into his back and began to slam her cunt up around his cock. Her slippery pussy stretched, receded, then stretched again. Bare flesh slapped brutally against bare flesh, the resulting lewd noises filling the car. Even the driver had a hard time keeping still.
"Shit!" groaned Joe, slamming his prick into her fuck hole as hard as he could. "My prick is throbbing, bitch! I can't take much more of this! Ohhh!"
"I'm on fire too!" shouted the widow just before she sank her teeth into her brother-in-law's shoulder. "Fuuuuck meee!"
Joe plowed into her again and again, his hard thrusts almost driving her big, white ass clear through the seat cushion. Spit dripped from his tensed lips and fell onto her neck. His nostrils flared. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. The widow knew that she was about to be flooded with jizz.
"Aahhh!" cried Joe, lancing into her pussy hole. "I'm burning, bitch! I'm going to drown you with my cum! Aaaagh!"
The widow winced and gasped as a sudden onrush of hot cum blasted her tender cunt walls. Fiery jizz soaked every inch of her fuck meat and brought her cunt juices to the boiling point. Her big pussy swallowed up as much cum as it could before it finally erupted.
"Ahhh!" she cried, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "I'm coming too! Shiiit!"
The widow bucked up hard, clamped her cunt muscles around Joe's still-spurting cock, and came. While her body jerked spasmodically, creamy fuck juice smeared down around Joe's cock shaft. She whimpered softly as her cunt juices mingled with the man's jizz and oozed out of her fuck hole.
"Aagh!" she groaned, rubbing her soft cheek against his. "Wow! I don't believe it! Fantastic!"
"You were really something," said Joe after his prick had ceased spurting. "What a fuck!"
Holly clenched her sore cunt muscles a few more times and milked the man's shrinking cock. Then she fell back on the seat to relax. Waves of bliss still drifted through her body and, every once in a while, she would jerk abruptly.
Joe finally pulled himself off her, then began struggling with his clothes. He kept low so no one in the other cars would see his naked body. After all, he didn't want to give the widow a bad name.
Holly, her pussy now empty and her body now free of her brother-in-law's weight, picked her panties up off the floor of the car, then wriggled into them. She straightened out her stockings and her dress, powdered her cheeks and her nose, and resumed a dignified posture in the seat. She paid no attention to the driver's smirks.
During the rest of the drive to the cemetery, Holly thought about what had just happened to her. She couldn't get her brother-in-law's cock out of her mind. She could still feel it stretching and burning her pussy. It was so huge; much bigger than her husband's had been. And the man had used it so well. As a matter of fact, the widow had to admit that she had never been fucked so well in her entire life. And that was what was bothering her.
It bothered her all during the funeral services. Holly could barely pay attention to the minister's words. She was still in a daze when well-wishers comforted her after the services were over. Everyone thought that she was just upset over her husband's death. They didn't know that her mind was even more troubled by the intense twitching in her pussy.
Holly was so bothered by what had happened that she refused to ride home in the same car with her brother-in-law. Instead, she climbed into the back seat of a station wagon with her best friend, Jane Lipton, a tall shapely thirty-year-old blonde. With Jane's husband driving, they rode to Holly's home, thankful that the whole affair was finally over.
"Funerals are so damn depressing," said Jane. "But don't you worry, Holly, you're still young. You'll be over this in no time at all. All you need to do is get back into circulation."
Shortly, the station wagon pulled in front of Holly's house, and the widow slowly got out. Before closing the door behind her, she looked back in and said: "Jane, I'd like to talk to you. Do you suppose you can come over tomorrow morning about nine? We can have breakfast together."
"Of course, dear. I'd be glad to. You know you can count on me."
The two then said their good-byes, and Holly walked down the concrete, flower-bordered path leading to her front door. She knew she could trust Jane for good, sound advice.
The next morning, Holly was up with the sun. She stood gazing out of her bedroom window for several minutes, enjoying the warm spring air as it caressed her smooth face before penetrating her flimsy nightie. The gorgeous sunrise helped ease her troubled mind, but she still had some serious things to talk over with her best friend, things which couldn't be put off.
The widow finally took a deep breath and stepped away from the window, then crossed the room toward her shower. She stayed in the shower for several minutes, allowing the warm spray to trickle over her big, round tits, her flat belly, and her big, dark pussy mound. Then she turned around and spread her creamy asscheeks so her asscrack could get a good drenching. When all of her skin was wet, she worked up a thick lather and spread it over her body.
When the widow finished her shower, she slipped into a long, loose housedress, not bothering with panties or a bra, and stepped into a pair of fluffy slippers. Then she combed her hair so thoroughly that it hung far down her back, shining like a raven's plumage. Pleased with her appearance, she went downstairs to the kitchen and prepared Jane and herself something to eat.
Jane arrived on time, and Holly led her into the kitchen. As they sat at the table, eating the pancakes and sausage that Holly had prepared, the widow explained her problem.
"You see, I never knew what I was missing. I was a virgin when I got married, and I was faithful to my husband the whole time we were married. I never cheated once, even though I had plenty of opportunities. Now I wonder if it was all worth it. I thought my sex life was just perfect, but after my brother-in-law fucked me in the car yesterday, it suddenly dawned on me that there was a lot more to sex than Bob had led me to believe. Bob never ate me. He never fucked me real hard, the way Joe did in the car. And he never made me come as beautifully as Joe did. In fact, compared to Joe, Bob was nothing but a worm. Now I feel cheated. I can't help but think of all the long, hard cocks I could have had, but turned down for the sake of my marriage. I feel just awful, Jane."
"Plenty of women have felt what you now feel," said Jane. "Usually, right after a bad divorce. But there's no sense in crying over spilt milk. What's done is done. Bob's gone now. So there's nothing stopping you from going out and making up for lost time. Hell, if you like Joe so much, why don't you take up with him?"
"No," said Holly. "He would just remind me of Bob. They look so much alike. I need a complete change."
"Yeah, I don't blame you. Besides, that snake should be ashamed of himself. He had no right taking advantage of you in that car. And you, a grieving widow. I think the next time I see him I'll give him a piece of my mind."
"I think he would prefer a piece of your ass."
"I'll give him that, too," said Jane, and both women laughed. "But seriously, Holly, I think you should go out and get some prick. Who knows, maybe you'll find someone even better than Joe. It's like you just said, you need a change."
"Yes, I've been thinking about it all night, and I've decided to sell this house and move into one of those singles-only condos. It will be a great way for me to meet some new friends... and lovers."
"No doubt about that. I've heard about those places. But are you sure you want to give up your home? You've been here fifteen years."
"I know. But Bob is gone now, and I think I need a complete change. For the first time in my life, I'm going to live. I'm never going to be tied down again. But don't worry, Jane, I'll keep in touch. I won't be moving that far away. You'll always be my best friend."
"That's good to hear. And maybe if you find someone extra special, you can introduce me to them. I may be married, but I still get around. My pussy has been stretched by more cocks than I can remember. And it'll keep on being stretched if I have anything to say about it... and I do."
"I don't blame you," said the widow. "If I had had that attitude, I wouldn't be feeling the way I do. I could've been having fun all along... but, like you said, no sense in crying over spilt milk. All that's behind me. From now on, I'm going to be one foxy lady. A real tigress."
"Yeah," said Jane. "But just remember, you've been out of circulation a long time. You've got a lot to learn."
"Don't I know it. And I intend to find a lot of teachers."
"Have you found a place yet?" asked Jane.
"Yes, there's a nice place just across town. It's not too expensive and there are several vacancies. I'm going over this afternoon to have a look. But I wanted to talk to you about it first. I guess I needed some encouragement."
"Well, you've got it, Holly. I wish you all the luck."
CHAPTER TWO
The taxi dropped Holly off right outside the Marydale Plaza. She paid the driver and got out, then stood looking up at the multi-storied building, wondering if she would find happiness as one of its tenants. Of course she would, she decided. A building of this size must contain many, many apartments. With such a large number of people there certainly must be a few with whom she could be friends.
Holly smoothed out her loose-fitting white cotton dress. Then she adjusted her matching, wide-brimmed hat, gave a gentle tug on the broad red belt around her waist, and took one final glance at her white, high-heeled shoes. Satisfied, she strolled up the long, hedge-bordered path to the front door.
The manager's office was on the right side of the lobby, directly across from the elevator. The widow entered through the open doorway, then, seeing no one behind the desk, called out. Immediately, there was an answer from the back room; then the door opened and a tall, muscular, middle-aged man came out and introduced himself. His thick mustache almost hid his thin upper lip.
"Well, good morning. I'm the manager. Name's Mr. Borror. Albert Borror. What can I do for you?" He ran a hand through his wavy, black hair and gave the widow a wide, toothsome smile.
"My name is Holly Harper. I'm looking for a place to live. I saw your ad in yesterday's paper, and your new condominiums seemed so nice that I thought I'd come down and have a look. And I must say, I'm already pleased with what I see so far. The garden outside is just lovely. And the floral wallpaper around your lobby simply takes my breath away."
"Well, I'm glad you like our place. But we have one rule around here. And that is, you must be single."
"My husband died recently, and I'm all alone in the world," said the widow, trying to get the man's sympathy. She intended to let nothing stop her from moving into this place.
"Oh, I see," said Mr. Borror, and he offered Holly a chair. "In that case... welcome." His gaze roamed up and down her legs and hips as she made herself comfortable. "Let me tell you something about Marydale Plaza. We're all just like a family here. There are six floors in this building, and seven condominiums on each floor. That adds up to quite a few people, but everyone gets along just fine."
"Then I guess it'll be easy to make friends here?" asked Holly, crossing one knee over the other.
"No question about it," answered Mr. Borror. "Three nights a week, we have a party down by the swimming pool. All tenants are invited. You'll meet plenty of friends there. Also, there's always something going on in one or more of the apartments every night. This place really swings."
"Sounds like just what I'm looking for," said the widow. "Would it be all right if I looked at one of your vacant condos now? I have to see it before I can decide."
"Of course. It's only natural to want to see what you're buying. C'mon, I'll take you up right now. We have a vacancy up on the sixth floor. Number 602."
After a brief elevator ride, Holly found herself being led down a red-carpeted hallway. The white walls reflected the dim overhead lighting. Faint cooking odors, emanating from the condos on either side of the hallway, reached her nostrils. She breathed deeply, enjoying the pleasant aroma, as she stared at Mr. Borror's tight ass.
The widow imagined herself ripping off the man's business suit and tackling him right there in the hallway. Wouldn't that be a sight? The two of them rolling around on the carpet, she with her long legs wrapped around his waist, and he with his cock wedged inside her cunt. Her pussy twitched as she thought about it.
"Well, here we are," said Mr. Borror, his booming voice snapping the widow out of her daydream. The man then produced a key, and after a few turns, he opened the door.
The first things that struck Holly as she followed the manager through the doorway were the brilliant shine on the hardwood floor and the strong scent of fresh paint in the air. She saw immediately that there was ample room in the apartment for her needs, but she looked about anyway, allowing the handsome manager to give her a complete tour of the place.
"It's a really good buy," he said, leading her around. "If I do say so myself. You have lots of closet space. A huge bedroom. Modern kitchen. Even a den for studying. What more can you ask for?"
"I agree, it is nice," said Holly. "But before I settle on this one, I'd like to see the others. I understand you have several other vacant condos."
"Correction. We had several others. We sold them all this morning and yesterday evening. This is the last one."
"Oh, I see. Well, in that case, I'll buy it. Where do I sign?" She gave the manager a very sexy smile.
"I have all the papers down in my office," he said. "But before I can sell to you, I have to ask you some questions. You know, just to find out if you'll fit in with all the others who live here. C'mon, let's go back down."
Once in his office, Mr. Borror closed the door, then led Holly into the back room, shutting the door behind him. "Please, have a seat, Mrs. Harper."
Instead of sitting, Holly placed both hands on her hips and confronted the man. "Mr. Borror, there's no need for a bunch of stupid questions. I simply must have that last condo, and I'm ready to do anything to get it. Now, you want to know if I'll fit in with the others. Well, does this answer your question?" The widow then lifted the hem of her dress all the way up to her belly button. "Do you like the view? It was too warm a day to wear panties."
"I... I sure as hell do, Mrs. Harper. Perhaps we can dispense with the questions. I'm quite sure you'll fit in with the others. Yes indeed, quite sure."
Mr. Borrow walked up to the widow, and he lifted her dress all the way up until her huge, round tits jutted outward. He noticed that it was also too warm for a bra. Liking what he saw and realizing that the widow didn't mind in the least, he unfastened the back zipper. The dress fell in a heap at her ankles.
Stepping out of her dress, Holly stood in front of the man, clothed only in her wide-brimmed hat and her high-heels. She was surprised at how calm she was, for she was certainly not used to doing such things. But she had a feeling that Mr. Borror was quite used to such goings-on there in his office.
"You've got one hell of a body," he told her as he took one step backward and let his eyes feast on her nakedness. "Damn! You are going to let me dip my wick, aren't you? If you don't, I'll simply die."
"Well, I don't want to be responsible for anyone's death," she said, winking.
That was all the answer Mr. Borror needed. With a childlike cry he began tearing off his suit, piece by piece. When he was naked, he lunged forward, knocked the widow's hat from her head, and wrestled her to the floor.
"Ohhhh!" she cried as the thick carpet tickled her body. "You have such magnificent muscles, Mr. Borror. And such a huge cock. I want you to fuck my brains out. Give it to me good and hard."
"Not so fast," he said, kneeling at her side. "I'm not ready to fuck you just yet. First I want you to suck my cock for a while. Get it nice and wet so it'll fit into you better. Okay, baby?"
Holly nodded her approval, but she didn't dare tell the man that she had never sucked a cock in her life. The last thing she wanted was for the people in the building to know she was a sexual fledgling. She was afraid that they would all shy away from her if they found out. She decided that she would tell no one; she would just do what the man wanted, as if she had been doing it all her life.
Mr. Borror crawled up and straddled her head. His hairy thighs pressed against her cheeks, and his long, erect cock dangled just above her lips. The widow could almost taste his beet-red bulb, and a sigh escaped her lips.
"Go on, baby. Open your mouth and give me some head."
Widow Harper, eager to please, lifted her head and reached out with her tongue to sample the manager's big, meaty cock. Its strong aroma filled her nostrils and made her frown, but she nevertheless flicked her tongue over his gaping piss hole, determined to do a good job.
"Agh!" moaned Mr. Borror and, reaching down, he brushed her long, black hair out of the way. "I like your tongue already."
The widow teased the nerves on the man's piss slit and caused him to jump. Then she stuck the tip of her tongue into the narrow hole to pluck out a drop of cum. Swallowing it, she found the taste pleasing, and immediately searched for more.
Her search forced the man's piss hole to widen and caused his nerves to pulsate. But he enjoyed the blissful sensations, and he urged her on. He was eager to see just how great her talents were.
Holly, after gathering a few more drops of cum and finding them just as tasty as the first, began to explore the rest of his rubbery prick head. She snaked her long tongue round and round the hot bulb, tantalizing its many nerves. Mr. Borrow groaned and jerked, but the widow kept licking.
Her tongue spread a path of spit and fire that reached completely around his red prick head. She caused the bulb's rim to broaden and made the sloping surface shine even greater by buffing it with the rough surface of her tongue. It wasn't long before his fat prick head was throbbing mightily.
"Ahhh!" cried Mr. Borrow, shaking his head blissfully. "You suck cock like a pro, bitch!"
The widow was more than pleased to hear this. Up until now, she had been going by instinct, not quite sure exactly what it would take to please the man. But Mr. Borror's words gave her confidence, and she showed it by licking more forcefully.
With her head lifted up off the carpet, she began to work her tongue up and down his stiff cock shaft. She started at his hairy balls and licked all the way up to his spit-soaked prick head without stopping. Then she sent her tongue back down the other side. It wasn't long before the manager's moans once again filled the small back office.
Holly continued to lick his hard cock, soon coating it with her spit. Every bulging vein and muscle was massaged and burned by her hungry tongue. The widow made his prick throb and threaten to erupt before she finally stopped licking.
But before Mr. Borror could complain, Holly opened her mouth wide and engulfed his entire prick. She moved her greedy lips all the way down to the man's balls and held onto his shaft tightly. Cock hairs tickled her nose, and she found it difficult to breathe, but she wasn't about to let go of her prize... not yet, anyway.
The widow, still experimenting, ground her sharp teeth into the manager's cock shaft, chewing hungrily. At the same time, she moved her tongue up the underside, and tantalizing the already-throbbing nerves that lined his prick. Mr. Borror gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes as rockets burst in his head.
His big prick stretched her cheeks wide and made her resemble a well-fed chipmunk. But she held his fuck meat deep, savoring its meaty flavor. All Mr. Borror could see of his cock were the few hairs that studded its base.
Her stretched lips raced from the man's heavy balls to his swollen prick head, then back down to his balls. Her jaws bulged, receded, then bulged again. Spit trickled from the corners of her mouth as lewd sucking noises filled the room.
Again and again, the widow's lips plowed into the man's balls, and the man's cock head speared the back of her throat. She choked and gulped and sucked as her head bobbed up and down off the carpet. Holly could only hope that she was doing it right.
"Ohhhh!" cried Mr. Borror, guiding the widow's bobbing head. "What a pair of lips you have! Oh, shit! They're dynamite!"
Forced to breathe through cock hair-clogged nostrils, Holly sucked his big prick as best she could. Her wet lips raced up and down his fuck shaft, spreading spit and heat. Blood was gushing through his cock veins, causing the shaft to swell even more. The widow had a feeling that she was about to taste hot cum for the first time in her life.
But if she was looking forward to tasting the cum, she was soon disappointed. Mr. Borror, groaning deeply, yanked his cock from her hot mouth, then crawled down her naked body. She watched his long, hard purple cock, its shaft dripping with her spit, move farther and farther away from her lips.
"I don't want to come soon," explained Mr. Borror. "Your lips are murder, but there are other things I want to do before I spill my jizz into you."
The muscular manager seized the widow's thighs, and he pushed them back to her shoulders. Her big, hairy pussy mound was fully exposed, and the sight of it made him gasp. It was so ripe and juicy that he just couldn't resist tasting it.
The man knelt between the widow's thighs and lowered his face to her pussy. Her heat caused him to gasp, and her scent made him moan hungrily. He couldn't believe that he had her hot cunt all to himself.
"Eeee!" squealed Holly when she felt the man's lips and tongue press into her tender pussy meat. "Ooooooh!"
Mr. Borror held her thighs tighter and began to spread kisses all over the woman's thick cunt lips. More and more heat escaped her pink cunt and warmed his face. But he didn't mind; in fact, he reveled in her heat and began to kiss her harder.
The man's thin lips roamed here and there, caressing and titillating her big cunt lips. He tugged at her tender pussy meat, stretching it in places. He pulled on her pubic hairs, making her cunt lips burn all over, at the same time soaking them with his spit. It was almost impossible for Holly to keep her big ass still.
"Eeeee!" squealed the widow. "My pussy is roasting!"
Holly rolled her eyes and shook her head as waves of bliss shot through her fuck hole. Her passion made her reach up and dig her hands into her tits, squeezing them tight. Her creamy, white tit mounds flattened in her fists and blushed pink.
As her tits swelled and throbbed, her pussy twitched. The man's lips were like small suction cups as they smacked and tugged on her cunt meat, and his thick mustache was like a feather as it tickled up and down. She writhed deliriously as the heat increased between her thighs.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, her long, black hair spread across the white carpet. "Eat me, you big-pricked son-of-a-bitch!"
Mr. Borror, after getting her pussy lips sopping wet, stuck his tongue into her pink gash and tasted her cunt flesh. Holly bucked and squealed, but the manager held her shapely thighs tightly and kept her under control.
His tongue slithered up and down the length of her pussy crack, jolting her tender flesh, forcing her cunt lips wider apart. He lapped up fuck juice and replaced it with his spit. He forced the tender folds of her pussy meat this way and that, and made them burn with friction.
"Eeeee! Oooooh!" The widow was sweating profusely as wave after wave of excitement swept up her pussy hole.
Mr. Borror turned his attention to her fuck hole. Her gaping cunt crevice seemed to beckon to him, and he wasted no time in shoving his tongue up into it. Her pussy walls parted to make room for his thick tongue, but once his tongue had slid in deep, they closed around it.
"Mmmffff!" grunted Mr. Borror, his face engulfed in hot cunt. "Sluurrp!"
While Holly howled and writhed beneath him, the manager worked his tongue up and down her greasy fuck tube. He stretched her pussy walls and jolted the hell out of her already throbbing clit, causing her fuck juices to drip steadily. Holly could barely control herself.
"Ahhh!" she cried, finding her pussy thoroughly plugged. "Iiieeee! Your tongue is making me burn!"
Mr. Borror continued to thrust his long tongue in and out of her fuck hole. He took pleasure in drawing her dripping pussy juices into his mouth and swallowing them.
With pubic hairs delving into his nostrils, the manager slurped and slobbered over the widow's hot pussy. Loud sucking noises filled the air, along with the sounds of squishing fuck juices. He gasped for air as he made the widow burn.
"Ahhh!" she cried, her eyes dancing in their sockets, her head shaking. "You're making me come with your tongue! Oh, fuuuck! I'm as hot as a motherfucker!"
Mr. Borror gave the widow a few more tongue strokes, then withdrew his tongue and stretched out on top of her. Holly gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her high-heels into his back. She was ready for anything.
"Yes," she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. "Let me feel your prick now, lover! Pound the shit out of me!"
Reaching under her, he dug his fingers into her big asscheeks. While she jerked and groaned, he worked his hips in between her wide-open thighs and shoved his cock into her pussy hole. Once again, her soft cunt walls parted to make way for his fuck shaft, long, hot and wet; then, once again, they closed around his prick as it slid deep.
"Ahhh!" she cried, and she lifted her ass up off the carpet. "I can feel it in my belly, almost! Ohhh!"
Mr. Borror kept pushing his prick deeper and deeper into the widow's hot, clinging pussy hole. He didn't stop pushing until his balls came to rest against her stretched cunt lips.
"Ungh!" grunted the condominium manager. "Your pussy is something else, baby! It feels as if I just shoved my cock into a hot oven!"
Mr. Borror, his weight mashing the widow into the carpet, began to thrust his mighty cock in and out of her fuck hole. He savagely speared her pussy walls, and it wasn't long before they swelled and began to throb. His cock root scraped against her clit repeatedly, and her fuck button started throbbing angrily. The widow drooled and trembled as her passion soared.
His big cock pistoned in and out of her pussy, and her cunt walls were jolted with bliss. Her fuck juices were instantly churned into froth, which was sprayed all over her inner thighs and pussy lips by his hard-driving prick. She bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes as the excitement reached unbearable heights.
"Shiiyyiit!" she howled as squishing sounds reached her ears. "Do it, lover! Pound my hot pussy to pieces!"
Mr. Borror drove his big prick in and out of the widow's gaping pussy hole with a fierce intensity. Spit dribbled down his chin. Sweat rolled down his forehead. Beads of perspiration formed on his chest and groin, clinging to his body hairs like dew on grass.
Lightning bolts shot through his cock and balls as he slammed them into Holly's big fuck tube. His prick delved deep again and again, stretching and burning and stirring. His big balls hammered her cunt lips and inner thighs, turning the delicate flesh red and making it tingle. He couldn't believe the mind-blowing bliss that was now soaring through his loins.
"Ahhhh!" he cried, throwing his head back and grimacing. "Your pussy is too fucking much for me, bitch! I can't last much longer!" He then sank his teeth into her neck and drilled the fuck out of her sore pussy.
"I'm almost ready to come, myself!" she shouted, at the same time bucking up to meet his vicious thrusts. "Keep fucking me!"
His hairy ass rose and fell between her widespread thighs. Her ass bucked up off the floor again and again in response to the sting of his prick head. Their bodies slapped together lewdly, and the air was filled with passionate fuck sounds.
With pussy froth spraying every which way between them, they bucked and writhed and grunted as their juices climbed slowly to the boiling point. They clawed one another's back. They bit one another's shoulder and neck. The widow's cunt clenched his balls, and he flattened her tits. It wasn't long before they took one another over the edge.
"Ahhhh!" cried Borror. "I'm coming! Dammit!"
"Me, tooooo!" she cried, her eyes dancing.
"I'm coming, too!"
The widow clenched her teeth as hot cum blasted her pussy walls. At the same time, her cunt juices erupted and drowned the manager's cock and balls. Hot juices flowed freely between them, and they both jerked spasmodically, their minds spinning.
"Damn!" said Mr. Borror after he had rolled away from her. "You're a great fuck. I hope we can do this more often in the future." He reached out and stroked her tit.
"I'm looking forward to it," she said, caressing his roving hand. "I intend to do quite a bit of fucking after I move in."
"Great! Most everyone here fucks a lot. You shouldn't have any trouble finding a partner or two... or three. Especially with your tits and ass. They're out of this world."
"Thank you. I hope everyone likes them as much as you do. By the way, I hope it's all right if I move in first thing in the morning. I've already made arrangements with a furniture-moving company."
"Sure, the sooner the better. But you must have been pretty sure of yourself to have already made arrangements."
"Oh, I was determined to get this place, you can bet on that. Nothing was going to stop me."
Mr. Borror laughed, then he grabbed the back of her head to guide her mouth to his limp prick. "Suck it dry, baby... swallow every drop."
CHAPTER THREE
Widow Harper had made arrangements for the moving men to arrive at nine in the morning, and she was there waiting for them at ten until nine. The apartment was empty now, and each sound she made echoed loudly off the walls. But all her belongings would soon be in place, and she would be able to call her new condo home.
At five after nine a loud knock startled her from a pleasant daydream, and she hurried to the door. But before opening it, she took the time to check her appearance, as if she were expecting a hot date. Her tight sweat shirt and even tighter cut-off jeans seemed adequate to her for arranging furniture. Her tennis shoes were nothing to be ashamed of. And her hair, tied back in a ponytail, looked all right. Satisfied, she flung open the door and greeted the three big, husky moving men.
It took them only an hour and a half to empty the big van and fill her apartment. She worked just as hard, putting each piece of furniture in place almost as fast as they set it down. By the time the three big men brought up the last piece of furniture, the only heavy work left to do was to assemble the bed.
"I'm afraid I'll need your help with the bed," she told them with a coy smile. "It's much too complicated for me to assemble by myself. Would you three strong men give me a hand with it, please?"
"Certainly, lady," said the biggest of them. "It's all part of the job." Then he turned to the others. "C'mon, you lugs. Let's help the little lady out."
Holly smiled as he followed the men into her bedroom. She couldn't take her eyes off their hard, tight asses and their jean-stretching thighs. All that meat, she thought, and no fat.
She especially liked the biggest one. He reminded her of a Viking warrior, with his powerful shoulders and long, blonde hair. She could almost feel his thick beard and mustache tickling her pussy while he ate her out. She shivered just thinking about it.
The others weren't bad, either. One had curly, brown hair, a smooth, square-jawed face, and strong arms. The other had long, red hair, a bushy mustache, and a few faint freckles. She thought his freckles were cute. In fact, she thought all of him was cute. The others, too, from the tops of their heads down to the large cock bulges in their jeans.
The bed was assembled in no time at all, and she tested it out by jumping up and down on the mattress. Her hair and her tits bounced also, and all three men were watching her big, jiggling tits very carefully. She could almost feel their gazes burning right through her sweat shirt.
"You boys did a fine job," she said as she rested for a moment. "Now I can call this place home. How can I ever thank you?"
"By paying us," said the blonde one, and he laughed at his joke, as did the others.
"Oh, of course I'm going to pay you. I have a check all made out right over there in my purse. But what else can I do for you? You've all been so nice to me."
"Well now, Ma'm, just what exactly did you have in mind?" asked the red-haired hulk. "That question implies an awful lot."
"Yeah," said the brown-haired man. "Just what do you want to do for us?" He grinned as he stepped closer to the bed.
"Shit, baby," said the Viking. "You don't have to tell me what you have in mind. I know exactly what you can do for me." The man pushed his two friends out of the way and stepped up to where the widow was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Here, baby, suck on this." The man unzipped his trousers, pushing them down to his knees. He wore no shorts.
"Oh, wow," said the widow. "What a magnificent cock!" Reaching out, she cupped his heavy balls in one hand, sampling their heat. "Oh, yes. I know just what I'm going to do for you."
Holly, her eyes fixed on the long cock shaft in front of her, framed by a thick patch of golden hair, caressed both of the man's strong thighs. Her hands moved up and down at will, finding pleasure in his hard muscles and the thick hairs. She seemed fascinated with her new possession.
Holly suddenly moved her hands around to his ass, and she began to stroke his hard asscheeks. At the same time, she leaned forward and reached out with her tongue to taste his erect cock. She was bubbling over with excitement.
His fat prick head felt rubbery when she covered it with her tongue. His wide cock rim was the first area to be assaulted as she slithered her tongue completely around it. She wreaked havoc throughout its many nerves and smeared spit along the rim's entire surface. In no time at all, the rim was twice its normal size.
"Ahhhh!" groaned the Viking. "That feels good, baby. I wish every woman we helped move would thank us like this."
Holly let her tongue drop down to his piss hole, where she began to probe for pre-cum. She stretched his little piss slit far apart in her frantic search. The man bucked and groaned in response, but she kept digging until she found what she was looking for. Then, with a loud gulp, she put the drop of pre-cum where she wanted it.
Satisfied, she looked up and gave the man a sexy wink; then she opened her mouth wide and engulfed his fat cock bulb. With her lips sealed around his swollen prick rim, she began to suck loudly. All eyes were glued to her stretched lips.
The shapely brunette sucked hard and was soon rewarded with more creamy jizz, which flowed down her throat like honey. Then, hungry for more cock meat, she moved her lips all the way down his fuck shaft until she had his entire cock in her mouth. She was obviously pleased with her accomplishment.
"Ahhhh!" groaned the big, blonde stud. "You swallowed my whole prick. No one's ever done that before. Shiiyyiit!"
Holly held his cock deep for several seconds, enjoying its heat and thickness. Then, when her cheeks started to burn, she began to move her lips up and down his fuck shaft slowly. She made it a point to cover every inch of his meaty prick with her greasy lips, determined to prove to the three men that she knew how to suck cock.
The bedroom was filled with sucking and slobbering sounds as the widow ran her clinging lips up and down his cock shaft. His big prick head speared the back of her throat again and again. Her lips plowed into the man's balls repeatedly. She was forced to breathe through her nose, because her mouth was stuffed with cock meat.
With his two friends watching, the Viking cupped the widow's big tits through her sweat shirt. They filled his big hands easily and bounced when he played with them. Their firmness and warmth were more than he could hope for.
The sudden pressure on her tits made the widow suck even harder. She raced her greasy lips up and down his cock shaft, massaging every muscle and vein. She slickened his prick to a glossy sheen, and hot blood gushed through his cock veins.
With his prick throbbing mightily, the widow bobbed her head back and forth. The tingling in her tits urged her on, increasing her passion. She moaned and groaned deliriously as she sucked the big man's huge cock.
"Aagh!" he cried, throwing his head back and tightening his grip on her tits. "You're making me awfully hot, baby. If you're not careful, you're going to get a mouthful of my cum."
This excited Holly, and she kept up her hard sucking. Her head flew back and forth so fast that her ponytail seemed to have a life of its own. It bounced and swung until it was almost a blur.
Spit trickled from the corners of Holly's mouth and ran down cock shaft, forming a puddle in the man's crotch hair before finally dripping to the floor. His well-oiled prick disappeared, reappeared, then disappeared again, over and over. The man's balls smacked loudly against her chin as the widow's greedy mouth knocked them about.
"Shiiyyiit!" howled the blonde hulk. "I'm on fire, baby! I can't take much more of this!"
Holly paid the man no mind. As long as his cock was big and hard, she intended to suck it. She moved her lips up and down his prick shaft, clinging to it tightly. The friction she built up in the man's cock filled him with bolts of lightning. It also caused his hot dick to swell, and her mouth was soon stretched even farther.
The widow sucked frantically, eager to feel the man's hot cum inside her mouth. The manager had given her only a taste, opting instead to spill his jizz in her fuck hole. Now she had her first chance to get a big mouthful, and she worked hard to earn it.
Holly's cheeks bulged, receded, then bulged again. Her eyes bugged out because of her stuffed cheeks. Soon, she could feel his massive cock throbbing uncontrollably, and a feeling of victory swept through her.
"Ahhhh!" cried the blonde man. He grabbed the back of the widow's head, then slammed her lips tight against his balls. "Shit, baby! I'm... I'm coming! Aahhhh!" He maintained his firm hold on her as he emptied his load.
Holly gulped quickly as the man's hot cum blasted her tongue, her gums, and the roof of her mouth. It was either swallow it all or drown, so she swallowed the slimy jizz as soon as it spurted from his piss hole. It was one of the happiest moments of her life--her first belly-load of cum.
Breathing heavily through her nostrils, Holly worked her throat muscles frantically in an attempt to capture every drop. She did the best she could, but there was so much cum that it was almost impossible for her to swallow it all. Quite a bit oozed from the corners of her mouth to drip down the man's balls and her chin before finally falling to the floor.
The widow smacked loudly and furiously to keep the escaping cum to a minimum. The man was holding her very tight still. His hairy groin scratched her nose, forehead, and cheek; and his hairy balls scratched her lips and chin. But she didn't mind the tingling sensations at all; she simply closed her eyes and gulped.
It was several seconds before his cock stopped spurting, and several more seconds before the widow had milked out the last few drops. When his prick was limp and clean, the man released his grip and stepped back with a sigh.
"Damn!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. "I know damn well my cock wasn't the first one you ever sucked. Boy, what lips!"
"Yeah, well, you don't mind if me and Roy get a taste of her, do you, Jack? I mean, we been watching her suck you off long enough. Now we want some of what she's got."
"All right, Mike," said the Vikinglike stud. "She's all yours. Have fun." He stepped back out of the way and pulled up his pants.
"We intend to," said Mike, his red hair glistening.
"That's right," said Roy. "The first thing I'm going to do is find out if her pussy lips can grip a cock shaft as tight as her other lips. You know what I mean, Mike?"
"Yeah, I know what you mean. And while you're doing that, I'll check out her asshole. You know how much I love to ass-fuck women. Especially women as gorgeous as this one."
"I know that for a fact. I still remember that schoolgirl we picked up last week. When she left our van, she was walking like a crab. Boy, what a sight!"
"Are you two men going to talk all afternoon?" Holly exclaimed as she sat on the bed, licking Jack's cum from her face. "Or are we going to get it on? Hell, your friend gave me a huge bellyful of cum. Now show me what you're going to give me."
Both men looked at each other, winked, then began to undress. The widow watched them like a hawk, her eyes taking in their huge muscles, their thick body hair, which covered their chests, groins, and thighs, and their long, erect cocks. She almost creamed in her panties when they discarded the last of their clothes and stepped toward her.
"Now that's more like it," she said, smiling and reaching for their cocks. "Come closer, boys."
The widow grabbed a prick in each hand, and she squeezed tightly. A drop of cum oozed from Roy's cock head and trickled down his fuck shaft until it ran into Holly's hand. Holly could see that the men were ready for her.
She leaned forward and flicked her tongue over Roy's oozing piss slit, gathering up the slick cum there. After smacking her lips hungrily, she snaked her tongue all around his fat prick bulb until it dripped with her spit. She was learning fast... very fast.
Then she turned and gave Mike's cock head a few licks, getting it good and wet. She lapped noisily and sloppily, until her face was almost as wet as the man's prick head. It took a gentle push from Mike to get her mouth away from him.
"No, baby," he said. "Cocksucking isn't my thing. I like to fuck. And so does Roy. So why don't you back off with the lips and get out of those clothes. That is, if you still want to thank us for the work we did."
"Of course, boys. Anything you say. My pussy is your pussy."
"And your ass?" Mike challenged.
"That, too," said the widow, smiling wickedly.
The shapely brunette unfastened her cut-off jeans and worked them down her long legs. Reaching out, Roy freed them from her ankles, then tossed them aside. His eyes were glued to the damp area between her smooth thighs, and the widow, seeing his lust, took her time removing her panties, revealing her hairy pussy mound in a slow, provocative manner.
Holly enjoyed the effect she was having on the men, and when her panties were finally yanked free of her ankles by Mike, she slowly spread her thighs wide to show off all her feminine charms. Still in her sweat shirt, the widow lay back on the bed and ran three fingers up and down her pussy lips, all the time smiling up at the two men. She could see she was making them very horny.
Mike placed the widow's tiny panties to his nose and sniffed loudly. Then he handed them to Roy, who did likewise. After getting a snortful, Roy tossed the panties across the room, then he and Mike joined Holly on the bed.
"Oh, wow," moaned the widow. "Two big studs. And they're all mine. Shit, I'm almost ready to cream just from looking at your cocks. Come and get me, boys."
Roy grabbed the woman's sweat shirt and pulled it up over her head and free of her arms. Then he let it join her jeans and panties. After untying the woman's sneakers, Mike removed them one at a time before tossing them out of the way. Now the widow was completely naked, and both men devoured her with their eyes.
"Mmmmm, boys. I see your cocks are hard as shit. I must be turning you on. I'm all yours."
"Let's make a sandwich out of her," said Roy. "That way we can fuck her pussy and ass at the same time. What do you say?"
"Sounds fine to me. You go on and lie down on your back. Then she can get on top of you, and I'll get on top of her."
Holly shivered at the thought of being sandwiched between the big, hairy studs. She moved toward Roy as the man lay down on the mattress, and lifted one knee to straddle his cock. His prick was so huge that she nearly creamed just sitting down on it.
His big prick bulb pierced her sopping cunt hole, then slid deep. She let out a gasp as his rough cock shaft scraped her tender pussy meat, but she continued to push down on it until her cunt lips were resting on his balls. As she had guessed, the fit was fantastically tight.
"Aahhh!" she moaned, throwing her head back and her tits outward. "You've really got me plugged now. Oh, fuck!"
"Your hot pussy is burning me up!" cried Roy. "C'mon, lie down on top of me so Mike can plug up your shitter."
Holly stretched out on top of the man and buried her head against his massive shoulder. His coarse chest hair scratched her tits and his cock hair scratched her thighs, belly, and cunt lips. She could feel his prick throbbing deep inside her fuck hole, and the delightful sensations pleased her. It was all like a dream come true.
"Shit! What an ass! What an ass!" Mike stroked the widow's big asscheeks, admiring their roundness. He was overjoyed at getting a chance to fuck an ass as nice as hers. With a loud sigh, he climbed on top of her, then forced his massive cock into her asscrack. "Ohhhh... so fucking hot!"
Holly groaned when she felt the man's fat cock head sliding into her shitter. Her little sphincter was forced apart to make room, and then her asswalls were stretched wide. She let her asshole muscles relax completely, in order to ease some of the strain. But she knew that this, too, was going to be a very tight fit.
"Ahhh!" she cried, sinking her teeth into Roy's hard shoulder. "My ass! My ass! I've never had it there before!"
"Don't worry, baby. There's a first time for everything," said Mike, and he plunged his cock balls-deep into the widow's buttery asshole.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried, shaking her head. "Your cock is like a sword! A burning sword!"
Mike began to work his prick up and down Holly's tightly clinging shit tube. At the same time, Roy began to pump his cock up and down her greasy fuck hole. Holly trembled and moaned as she was burned at both ends.
"She's something else, isn't she, Mike?" said Roy as he speared the deepest parts of her pussy hole. "A real hot bitch!"
"That's the truth. I'm in her ass so fucking deep I can feel your cock throbbing in her cunt! It's incredible! Shit!"
Holly agreed; it was incredible. One cock was driving up and down her greasy shitter, stretching the hell out of her thin ass walls. The other cock was driving her pussy every which way and filling it with fire. She could actually feel the two cocks grinding against one another, separated only by a thin wall of flesh. In fact, she was so overcome by this erotic sensation that she finally did cream, her juices flooding Roy's big, pumping cock.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, shaking her head. "You made me come! Ohhhh!"
The widow's cunt muscles contracted again and again as her juices poured forth. She moaned and writhed between the two men, her body burning from the heat of the big cocks and the friction of the men's coarse hair. Her bliss soared through her like waves on an ocean.
"Shit, bitch!" said Roy as he cradled her head. "You really soaked my prick. Hell, you damn near set it on fire. I guess two cocks were just too much for you. But that's okay. Hold on tight, and we'll make you come again."
Roy thrust his prick up into Holly's sopping cunt hole as hard as he could. He knocked the widow's ass up into the air with each thrust, and it was instantly nailed by Mike's huge cock. Together, they took turns spearing her fuck holes, knocking her up and down, up and down, so that her tits bounced and her asscheeks jiggled.
"Ahhh!" she cried, her voice shaky. "You two are cooking my insides! I can feel your cocks in my belly!"
Mike grinned, then did his best to drive his big prick all the way up to her belly. His fat cock bulb speared her buttery membranes deep in her ass, and his heavy balls hammered her asscheeks. He churned her shit juices into soup, then sprayed the soup up and down her asscrack. His eager fucking filled his prick with blissful heat waves.
Roy tried to outdo his friend. He bucked up hard and attempted to slam his cock clear through the widow. She howled again, then began to moan as the sting of his prick shot through her fuck hole.
The man's cock stretched her pussy walls completely out of shape as it raced in and out of her. His prick head stung her in dozens of places. His cock root jolted the shit out of her little clit. His balls hammered her stretched cunt lips. He made her fuck juices drip, and his pistoning cock churned them into creamy froth.
"Shiiyyiit!" she howled, riding their cocks up and down. "I'm on fire! Two cocks are murder! Ohhh!"
"I'm burning, too!" shouted Mike as he stretched her asshole even wider. "I don't know how much more I can take!"
"Same here!" howled Roy. "My prick is throbbing like crazy!"
The two men plowed into her fuck holes, stretching her membranes, spraying pussy froth all over her, and setting her afire. Grunts and gasps filled the room. Squishing noises echoed loudly. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh blended with the squeaking of bedsprings. The widow could hardly control her breathing.
"Ahhh!" she howled, her eyes dancing. "I'm coming! Ohhh!"
"Me, too!" shouted Roy, bucking out of control. "Yeessss!"
"I'm coming!" cried Mike, his weight flattening her asscheeks.
Cum spurted from both cocks and thoroughly drenched Holly. Her own cum flooded Roy's big prick for the second time. All three bucked and pumped and groaned as their orgasms swept through them.
When it was over, Holly lay sandwiched between the men, her head spinning. She couldn't think of a better housewarming.
CHAPTER FOUR
The morning after Holly moved into her new condominium, she decided to do a little laundering. Gathering up a basket of dirty clothes, she walked down the hallway to the laundry room wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans and a tiny halter. There was a tune on her lips and a shake in her walk, for she was still excited over her new life.
The laundry room was already occupied, however, by a tall blonde in a pair of tight shorts and a cotton blouse. The woman was bending over the dryer when Holly entered, and the first thing the widow saw was the woman's nicely protruding ass. When the woman looked up, the two smiled at one another.
"Oh, hello," said Holly, stopping in the doorway. "I didn't know the machine was being used. I'll come back later."
"No," said the woman. "It's all right. I'm through washing now. I'm just drying. Go on and put your clothes in the machine." Then, as Holly approached the washer, the blonde said: "My name's Eva. What's yours? I don't believe I've ever seen you around here before."
"You haven't. My name's Holly, and I just moved in yesterday."
"Well, glad to meet you, Holly. This is a great place to live. I've been here a year now, and I've got no complaints. Have you made friends with anyone yet? There are quite a few friendly people living here. We all have a swell time together."
"No, I'm afraid you're the first person I've met, except for Mr. Borror. I guess I haven't been here long enough yet." Holly then closed the door of the washer, and inserted her coins. After waiting for the machine to switch on automatically, she went over to sit in one of the provided chairs.
"Don't let that bother you," said Eva. "You just have to get out and meet people, that's all. I'll tell you what, I've been invited to a party tonight down on the fourth floor. Why don't you come with me. There'll be plenty of people there. I know you'll have a good time."
"Sure, I'd love to," said Holly. "If you're sure you don't mind my tagging along."
"Of course not. I live in number 616. Come by about seven."
"I'll do that."
At that instant, the dryer cut off. Eva retrieved her clothes, placed them in a basket, then lifted the basket using two hands and one shapely hip. Holly couldn't help but glance at the woman's sweet asscheeks, which were left partly exposed by the too-short shorts. Nice, thought Holly, real nice. Then Eva turned to leave, but stopped in the doorway and looked back over her shoulder. "Don't forget! About seven."
"Don't worry, I'll be there. You can count on it."
As the woman disappeared around the corner, Holly smiled to herself. Things were going just great. Yesterday she learned something new from those moving men, something which her husband had never even tried in fifteen years of marriage. Now she had met another friend, and had even been invited to a party. She couldn't wait until tonight.
When her clothes had gone through the washer and the dryer, Holly gathered them up in her basket, then left the laundry room. As she returned to her apartment, she not only had a tune on her lips and shake in her walk, but she also had a twitch in her cunt. She was thinking ahead to the night's party, where she was sure to meet a few good-looking men. And that twitch grew with each happy step.
But her happy thoughts were somewhat interrupted when she saw a teenaged boy walk out of the elevator, carrying an armful of newspapers. He was right in front of her, and he tossed one paper to the door of the apartment across from her, then started to walk away.
"Hold on," she called, waving one arm while balancing her clothes basket on her hip. "I want to talk with you. Have you got a minute?"
"Sure, lady, what do you want?"
"I want to subscribe to your paper. I just moved in yesterday. Number 602. Can you sign me up?"
"Sure, I'll be glad to. But you'll have to fill out a form. I think I have a few in my pocket. I always carry some with me."
"Great. Come on in and sit down while I fill it out. What's your name?" Holly opened the door with her key and walked in behind the kid. As she glanced at his long, brown hair, his white tee shirt, and his dirty blue jeans, she thought of when she was just a kid, about his age, and with her whole life ahead of her.
"Name's John. Hey, this is a nice place you have here. Do you live all alone?"
"Yes, I do. Have a seat and let me see that form. I don't want to take up too much of your time. I know how busy you must be." Holly accepted the paper and a pen from the kid, and she started writing.
She was only halfway through the form when she noticed the kid's gaze on her thighs. She smiled inwardly, crossed her legs, and kept writing. By the time she was near the end, the kid's gaze had moved up to her tits. She could almost feel his stare burning through her flimsy halter, but she pretended not to notice. No sooner had she added her signature to the completed form when she felt the boy's hand on her bare knee.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking up at the boy. "You're kind of young to be so fresh, aren't you?"
"I'm fresh and ripe. Besides, you're beautiful. It's hard to resist putting my hand on you. I wish you'd let me do more."
"Do more? I'm thirty-five years old. How would I look, letting a teenaged kid fuck me?"
"I don't see anyone around to look at you. No one will know, except you and me. And I never tell. You can be sure of that." The kid moved his hand all the way up the widow's thigh, not stopping until his fingers came to rest at her crotch.
Holly was surprised by the boy's interest in her. He made her feel like a kid again. And he wasn't bad looking either. In fact, he was rather handsome. And she could see that he had a good-sized cock bulge. She thought for a second, wondering if she dare rob the cradle.
Before the widow could decide, John solved the problem for her. He moved quickly, burying his face in her cleavage, his lips and tongue seeking out her warm titmeat. She froze at first, not knowing what to do. Then she instinctively placed her hands over his head to cradle him close.
His wet tongue and puckered lips soon made her tits hard, and she knew there was no turning back. She was ready and willing to go all the way with him, whatever his age.
"Here, let me remove my halter so you'll have more room to lick. Your tongue is driving me wild."
The widow reached back to untie her halter strap. Then Holly pulled the halter free of her big tits, and she tossed it to the floor. Instantly, John's lips were all over her tits, smacking and kissing and slobbering. The room was filled with the sounds of his hunger.
"Ahhhh!" cried Holly as her tits got hotter and wetter. "I love your mouth. Keep sucking."
After making both tits drip with his spit, John controlled himself and began sucking on her nipple. His clinging lips sucked loudly, as if drawing out milk, and the widow cradled him close, loving every passionate slurp. The sofa springs complained as the two squirmed about, filled with lust.
John held her nipple tight between his lips, enjoying its heat, tempting him to clamp his teeth down on it for a second or two. This brought a squeal from Holly, then a deeply passionate moan. She began to wonder if maybe the boy wasn't older than he was claiming to be.
The boy slurped joyfully on her tit, and the woman begged him not to stop. Then he moved to her other tit and, once again, made her moan. It wasn't until he had both tits rock hard and sopping wet that he lifted his head for good.
"Wow!" he said, licking his lips. "Your tits are out of this world. And so are you. Can I fuck you now?"
"Of course," said Holly, her head still spinning. "You made me wet between the legs. I need you to fuck me."
John quickly hopped up, and he began to undress. As his clothes piled up in a heap on the floor, Holly gazed at his smooth flesh. She got goosebumps just thinking about him being on top of her, humping and bucking like a young stallion.
When his cock was finally revealed to her, Holly smiled and sighed. It was every bit as big as she had hoped. And the thick crop of cock hair that surrounded his long cock also pleased her. She was very glad that the kid had come by when he did.
"Now remove my shorts," she finally said when the kid was completely naked. "And claim your prize."
Grinning, John unfastened the widow's jeans, then worked them down her long, shapely legs, finally removing them over her ankles. The widow immediately spread her legs wide, and she grinned when the boy's eyes bugged out.
"Do you like what you see?" asked Holly, now drawing one knee back to her shoulder to reveal even more of her pussy. "Why don't you stick your head closer for a better view." She then reached out with one foot, hooked the back of the boy's neck with her heel, and drew him toward her pussy.
John came to her with his mouth open and his tongue out. He slithered his tongue up the length of her pussy lips and caused a lightning bolt to race up her fuck hole. Holly squealed, then reached down, forcing his face tight against her pussy.
Finding his breathing suddenly impaired, John grabbed her inner thighs and forced both her legs far back. Then, still gasping for air, he continued to lick her thickly furred pussy.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned, shaking her head while holding the back of his head as tight as she could. "Lick me, dammit! Show me what a good paper boy you are."
John worked his long, thick tongue up and down her pussy lips. He spread heat throughout her cunt meat, and he soaked her pubic hairs with his spit. Slurping sounds reached the widow's ears, and she rolled her eyes joyfully.
As Holly began to writhe in response to his hot licking, her pussy was soon sliding all over his face. Cunt hairs delved into his nostrils and eyes. Hot pussy meat burned his cheeks. Again and again, his breathing was cut off. He found it hard to move his mouth fast enough to keep up with her grinding crotch.
But his determined efforts were soon rewarded when he found her gaping fuck hole and shoved his tongue inside. The widow squealed and her eyes flew open when she felt the sudden sting of his tongue, but soon she was moaning and forcing his face tighter against her pussy meat.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned, swinging her head from side to side. "Lick me, kid! Let me feel your tongue real deep."
John moved his head as much as she would allow in order to reach every inch of her pussy. With his dartlike tongue, he speared her pussy and drove her cunt walls outward. Each time the boy's tongue flicked out, the widow bucked.
The kid started reaming the woman's big fuck hole. Around and around her slippery cunt, his tongue roamed. John stretched her pussy walls every which way as he spread spit and heat throughout her throbbing fuck meat. Before long, her cunt juices were dripping steadily.
"Aagh!" moaned Holly, rolling her eyes and wagging her tongue. "You're making me awfully hot! I can barely stand it!"
The kid's lips were drenched with pussy juice. The slick fuck cream rolled down his tongue and into his mouth, and he quickly gulped it down. He liked the taste so much that he immediately puckered his lips over the woman's big cunt hole and started sucking.
"Shiiyyiit!" she howled, kicking her legs in the air. "I can't take it! I can't take it!" Her eyes danced in their sockets. Spit bubbles formed between her closed lips. She bucked and twisted and thrashed about on the sofa as the boy's mouth pumped out her cunt juices.
Suddenly, her body began to spasm uncontrollably. Her legs kicked at the air. Her pussy twitched and swelled, then began to throb. She felt as if she were flying on a cloud.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, holding the boy's face tight and grinding her pussy against it. "I'm coming! Dammit! I'm coming!"
John choked and snorted as his mouth was suddenly filled with hot cum. Thick cunt juice spurted forth from the widow's big fuck hole, flooding his sucking mouth and almost drowning him. He swallowed it as fast as he could, at the same time becoming very aroused.
"Oh, shit!" groaned the widow when she felt the kid finally release her pussy. "So good! It was fucking fantastic!"
"I'm glad you liked it," said John, looking up at her. "Now I'm going to use my prick to make you scream. It's as hard as a rock!"
John pushed her back on the sofa's seat cushion and climbed on top of her. As his weight flattened her tits and mashed her ass into the cushion, her arms tightened around his shoulders and her long legs encircled his back. He knew at once that he was in for a hell of a ride.
"So you like to fuck grown women, huh? Well, let's see what you can do. Go on, paper boy, shove that big prick of yours into my big pussy. Burn me, kid, burn me!"
Already gasping from the heat of her tits and inner thighs, John reached down to seize her shapely hips. Holding onto them tight, he began to work his cock head into her fuck tube. His cock head slipped into her big hole with very little effort, and after only a couple of thrusts, his prick was buried up to the hilt.
"Ahhhh!" he cried, throwing his head back and grimacing. "Too fucking hot! Oh, what a pussy! What a pussy!"
"You asked for it, sonny. Now fuck me." John began to work his long cock up and down the widow's fuck hole. He stretched her pussy walls and made them burn with fire. He stabbed them in dozens of places, and she groaned with each thrust.
"Honey, that feels good," moaned the widow. "You're doing just great. Keep it up."
The kid slid his hands down to her asscheeks, and he gripped them tightly, enjoying the way her hot ass meat enveloped his fingers. He thrust his hips in different directions in an attempt to stick every inch of her pussy. He succeeded better than he had hoped, and he soon had the widow bucking and howling.
Holly tightened her grip on the boy by sinking her nails deeper and jabbing her heels into the small of his back. With his cock head spearing first the left side of her pussy, then the right, then the left again, she began to thrust her pussy up toward him. She met each of his downward thrusts with an upward thrust, her passion driving her on. Her big cunt lips smacked his balls, and her powerful hips pounded his groin. The increased friction in her pussy made her cunt flesh burn even hotter and made her fuck juices boil. The living room was filled with loud squishing sounds and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
"Ahhh!" she cried. "You're killing me, you young stud! Oh, fuck!"
"You're bursting my balls, you bitch! And my prick is about to blow! Oh, what a pussy!"
The two thrust their hips repeatedly. The boy's cock plowed in and out of the widow's dripping pussy. Its pistonlike movements made her cunt walls swell and turn red, and made her pussy juices turn to froth. Their thighs and groins were soon soaked.
"Iiieeee!" she screamed as the temperature in her pussy became unbearable. For the second time in less than an hour, she felt her juices well up. "You're fucking me out of my mind!"
She bucked harder, her big hips nearly knocking the kid off of her. Suddenly, her eyes went wild and her muscles began to shake. She jerked beneath the kid and shook her head crazily. Then her cunt juices popped. Her long legs squeezed the breath out of John as she flooded his cock and balls with her steaming fuck juices.
As her hot cum oozed out around his prick, he plowed into her with all his strength. His big balls hammered her cunt lips and inner thighs, turning them red. His cock shaft drilled her pussy and rocked her clit. His smooth chest burned her swollen, flattened, tits. He grimaced and groaned as his cock knotted up and began to throb mightily.
"Ahhhh!" he cried, throwing his head back blissfully. "I'm on fire! That's all I can take! I'm coming!"
He bucked into her one last time and blew a thick wad of cum deep into her pussy hole. Jism blasted her pussy walls and clit. She cried out sharply, then was blasted by another load, then another.
"Ohhhhh!" he cried, trembling against her hot pussy. "I'm going to give you every damn drop! Shiiyyiit!"
Her face dripping with sweat, Holly clamped her pussy muscles down on the kid's still-spurting cock and tried to drain it. She sucked the hot cum into her pussy hole, where it soothed her ravaged fuck flesh. She had to admit that she was very surprised by the kid's ability to fuck.
When the boy's prick was empty and limp, Holly wriggled her pussy free and pushed the boy to one side. She was covered with perspiration, jizz and pussy juice, and her cunt walls were still throbbing. She fondled her aching tits as the last waves of her orgasm rolled through her.
"I've got to get ready for a party pretty soon," she finally said to the boy. "But I think we have time for another tumble, just as soon as you're able."
"That's okay with me," he said, and he moved toward her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Holly left her apartment at seven o'clock on the dot, barely able to control her excitement. The paper boy had made her feel damned good; he really scratched her itch. But. she had sent him home some time earlier, and was now ready for the big boys.
She hastened to Eva's apartment, not wanting to be late and perhaps left behind. She felt comfortable in her blue cotton dress and matching high-heels. She had also taken the time to don a black bra, a pair of tiny black panties, and a pair of black stockings. She was feeling so sexy that she bounced with each step.
Holly knew that the men would be gawking at her all evening. The salesgirl who sold her the dress yesterday had guaranteed it. The dress' neckline was sliced wide and low. Quite a bit of her tit meat was exposed, enough to turn on almost any man. And the dress' hemline was several inches above her knees. By experimentation, she had discovered that if she bent over just right, the tops of her stockings, the backs of her thighs, and even her asscheeks would be in plain view. She was glad to be getting a chance to put the dress to good use.
Holly knocked twice on Eva's door, then ran a hand through her hair to make sure that every long strand fell straight down her back and not over her shoulders. The widow wanted to look her best. She was even wearing a new pink lipstick and dark eyeshadow. However, when Eva opened the door and greeted her, Holly wondered if all that she had done to enhance her appearance had been enough. Eva was simply stunning.
The tall blonde was dressed in a purple velvet pants suit, with matching heels. Her hair hung down her back, almost reaching her ass. Holly stood staring open mouthed for a brief instant, admiring the way the woman's tits and ass and thighs stretched her clothes. It was plain to see that Eva was stacked and would give Holly stiff competition at the party.
"So glad you could make it," said Eva, smiling with glossy pink lips. "Would you like a drink first, or should we go straight to the party?"
"That's up to you," said Holly, loving the woman's perfume and wishing hers was as sweet-smelling.
"Well, in that case, let's go straight to the party. I don't want to miss a thing. There's always something wild going on... oh, by the way, I just love your dress. I bet it'll drive the men crazy."
"Why, thank you," said Holly. "That's why I bought it. And, may I say, your pants suit is too much. I think I'm jealous of it."
"Yeah, I bought it a size too small so my tits and ass would stick out. I can almost hear the men drooling as I walk past them. It's a real turn-on, for sure."
The women then left Eva's apartment and went to the party. As soon as they stepped off the elevator, the could hear laughter and squeals and happy shouts. Obviously, they weren't too early.
After one loud knock, the door was flung open by a small, shapely redhead, wearing a black dress that clung to her hips and ass. She flashed Eva and Holly a smile as they entered.
"Glad you could make it, Eva. Who's your friend?"
"Good evening, Ann. I'd like you to meet Holly. She just moved in yesterday. I brought her along so she could meet some of the other residents. She loves to swing, too... Holly, meet Ann Thomas. This is her place."
Ann and Holly exchanged greetings. Holly was a head taller than the woman, but she could see that Ann made up in curves what she lacked in height. The redhead's tits strained dangerously against the low neckline of her dress, and her ass jutted out behind.
"Anything exciting happen yet?" Eva asked her friend.
"There's a small gathering in the back bedroom," said Ann, pointing. "Betty Lou is back there with the Hobson brothers, Joe and Ken. If you hurry you can catch their act."
"Great, we'll go watch it." Eva turned to go, pulling Holly by the arm. She acted as if she couldn't wait.
"Get yourself a drink from the bar," Ann called. "The wine is nice and chilled."
After getting two glasses of white wine, the two women went to the back bedroom to see what was going on. There was a crowd of men and women standing around, sipping drinks and watching the bed, where a small blonde was playing around with the cocks of two husky, dark-haired men. Eva and Holly leaned against a bookcase and watched along with the rest of the crowd.
Holly was fascinated. The small blonde was completely naked. She had firm, pointed tits, a flat tummy and a nice plump ass. Golden cunt hair showed between her thighs, covering a nice, fat cunt mound. Her big blue eyes, small nose, and thin lips gave her an almost childlike appearance, making the sex act she was performing even more arousing.
The two brothers with her on the bed seemed to be enjoying her gentle fingers. They knelt on either side of her, while she lay on her back and reached up with both hands. Their cocks were long and thick; the woman definitely had her hands full.
"Betty Lou is really something," said Eva as she lowered the wine glass from her lips. "She does this at every party. Sometimes with another woman. Sometimes with one man. Now, tonight it's two men. Brothers, no less. She always gets the party off to a good start. Hell, just look at that sweet little pussy nestled between her nice thighs. I wouldn't mind getting down there and tasting it myself."
Holly smiled at her new friend's remark, then turned to the action on the bed. As she watched Betty Lou's hands move up and down the men's cock shafts, a wave of heat shot through her fuck hole and made her shudder. She had a feeling that tonight was going to be special for her.
"C'mon, Ken," said Joe. "She's gotten our cocks hard enough. Let's tighten up her fuck hole now."
"Damn right," said Ken. Removing her small hand from his cock shaft, he yanked her up to a standing position. "I think she's ready to fuck, too. I see a little juice clinging to her pussy hairs."
"Let's turn her over so one of us can fuck her in the mouth and the other can fuck her in the cunt. Make her burn at both ends, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean, Joe. I'm all for it."
They flipped Betty Lou over, then made her kneel on her hands and knees. Joe crawled around behind her, and Ken moved to her face. The woman's tits hung jiggling. Her hair, like streamers, reached to the bed. Her thighs were wide-spread, and her plump ass was jutting out like a ripe melon. She smiled at first one, then the other, and Holly knew that the blonde was eager to be fucked.
A murmur went around the room as Joe placed both his hands on her slim waist and snuggled up behind her. Then a gasp escaped some of the women's lips when the big man on the bed thrust his hips once and drove his prick halfway into Betty Lou's little pussy. Betty Lou cried out and arched her back; then Joe thrust his hips once more and sent his cock into her cunt up to the hilt.
Everyone cheered when the big man's prick disappeared inside the woman. Even Holly. She could see his heavy balls resting against Betty Lou's widely stretched cunt lips; it was enough to blow her mind.
While Joe held his cock deep, savoring the intense heat and tight fit, Ken took hold of Betty Lou's cheeks and guided his big prick past her parted lips and down into her throat. Once again, there was a cheer among the crowd when his cock could no longer be seen. Once again, Holly found herself studying two balls resting against lips, and nothing more.
"Ahhh!" groaned Joe. "She's working those cunt muscles of hers, and now it feels as if my prick is in a vise."
"I can feel her throat muscles on my cock head," said Ken, grimacing. "And, believe me, it burns! Oh, shit!"
"Hell, Ken. Let's pump her together. I want to teach this hot-sucking bitch a lesson."
Ken agreed, and the two of them began to work their cocks in and out of Betty Lou. Joe tightened his grip on the little blonde's waist and started thrusting. His fat prick head speared the deepest parts of her pussy, driving her slick cunt walls out of shape and making them burn. The other party guests winced and moaned with each thrust.
Ken slammed his big cock bulb into one of her cheeks, then the other, stretching them both outward so that she resembled a well-fed chipmunk. Then he slammed his prick head against the roof of her mouth and made it burn. Betty Lou groaned and grunted, but continued to hold her lips open, inviting the man's hard thrusts.
"Ahhhh!" moaned Joe, finding his cock shaft wrapped tightly in hot pussy meat. "She's so fucking tight! Shiiyyiit!"
"Don't I know it," said Ken, steadily pumping his prick.
Joe fucked the small blonde hard. His ass moved back and forth behind hers. His massive cock shot deep, receded, then shot deep again. His balls hammered her cunt lips and the backs of her thighs. He threw his head back and howled as bolts of lightning shot through his prick shaft.
Betty Lou kept her mouth open and her legs spread as the two cocks plowed in and out of her. A film of cum began to coat her tongue and gums, as well as her throat. Her throat was speared repeatedly, and her lips were rubbed red and swollen by the man's hard-swinging balls.
Her clit was jolted by the man's cock root. She continued to pump her cunt muscles as his big prick stirred her fuck juices and made her pussy flesh burn.
"Ungh! Mmfff!" she grunted, her cheeks stuffed with hot cock meat. She kept her head up, welcoming his big prick.
"Ahhh!" cried Joe, groaning. "I've just about fucked her cunt inside out. Let's switch around now. I want to feel her lips and teeth."
"Okay. I could use some pussy, anyway."
Joe's cock slipped out of her pussy with a loud plop, and a feeling of emptiness swept through Betty Lou. She clamped her cunt muscles down on nothing but air, then groaned her disappointment. She hated to lose a prick before she could come.
At about the same time, Ken slipped his cock out of the blonde's mouth, then crawled around to her open pussy. He passed his brother on the way, grinning. Both their pricks were red and swollen.
Ken looked down at the woman's pussy and sighed. He could see that his brother had done a hell of a job on her. Not wanting to be outdone with other people watching, he seized her narrow waist, lined up his prick head with her gaping cunt hole, and slammed his big fucker into her balls-deep.
"Ahhh!" cried Betty Lou, shaking her head. The man's thrust was so brutal that it took her breath away and made her tits swing back and forth. But she wasn't complaining.
Joe took his cock in his hand and wiped it back and forth across her lips. Cunt juice and jism were soon glistening on her lips and running down her chin. The party guests were thrilled.
Joe then wiped his prick up and down her cheeks until they glistened. Betty Lou moaned passionately as his cock's heat burned her soft skin. This wasn't the first time she had gotten a cum bath. By now, she had grown to love it.
When the woman's face was sopping wet, Joe shoved his prick into her mouth. But he didn't start thrusting his hips toward her the way he had done her pussy; instead, he held his prick still and told her to start sucking. And she gladly obeyed.
The little blonde moved her stretched lips up and down his hefty cock, from the man's balls to his cock head, and back again. Her eyes were bugged out, and her cheeks were bulged. The smell of cum was strong in her nostrils. But she sucked happily, eager to please.
By now, Ken had become very excited with her fuck hole. Her clinging cunt walls were burning his cock bulb, and her stretched pussy lips were burning his resting balls. Anxious to explore all of her cunt, the big man began to slam his cock in and out of her with all his might.
Kneeling directly behind her plump ass, Ken drilled her open pussy repeatedly. His hard thrusts caused her asscheeks to jiggle and her tits to bounce. It wasn't long before squishing sounds filled the small bedroom, along with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
"Ahhh!" moaned Ken when he felt the same heat that his brother had felt only moments ago. "She's a real tight bitch, all right! Too fucking tight! I'm going to try and stretch her."
Meanwhile, Betty Lou continued to run her tightly clinging lips up and down Joe's stiff cock. She burned every bulging vein and every protruding muscle. She made his prick shaft sopping wet. The accumulation of spit on his fuck shaft oiled the way for her lips and made it easier for her to suck.
"Yeesss!" howled Joe, guiding her bobbing head. "You're the best, Betty Lou! Between your pussy and your mouth, I'm about ready to blow. Oh, suck it, baby! Make me come!"
The little blonde moved her lips skillfully. She brought them all the way up to the man's cock head, then clamped them down tightly on his rim.
The many nerves that studded his rim were instantly burned, and Joe cried out for help.
Showing him no mercy, Betty Lou kept her lips sealed tight while she ran her tongue back and forth over the man's piss hole. She wreaked havoc throughout those nerves as well, and it soon became almost impossible for the man to keep still. The bedsprings complained loudly, and he complained even louder.
But the prick in her cunt was the only one that was really getting her attention. It slammed deep again and again, stretching her pussy walls every which way, burning her tender cunt walls, and churning her slick fuck juices. Betty Lou could barely grip his cock with her cunt muscles, because it raced in and out of her so quickly.
Soon, his cock's mighty thrusts began to have a serious effect on her pussy. Her cunt juices grew hotter and hotter, threatening to boil over. She bounced her ass up and down and from side to side in an effort to hasten her approaching orgasm.
"Mmmfff!" she grunted. The stiff cock in her mouth prevented her from saying more.
Finally, the friction in her pussy became simply too much for her. She clamped her cunt muscles down as hard as she could and arched her back deeper. The man's next thrust stung her deeply, and she came in a series of spasms, her fuck juices flooding Ken's cock shaft.
"Agh!" she groaned, biting down on Joe's big prick. "Ungh!"
She held onto the cock in her mouth while her body jerked uncontrollably and spit ran from her trembling lips. It was a mind-blowing orgasm, and it was all she could do to keep from falling to the mattress.
"Ahhhh!" cried Ken when he felt her hot cunt juices. "You bitch! You're trying to burn me alive! Ohhhh!"
"Now it's my turn," cried Joe when he saw that the blonde had come. "I want you all to myself, bitch!"
Joe fell backward on the bed, pulling Betty Lou with him. He landed on his ass, with his prick still embedded deep in her hot mouth. But her pussy had slipped off Ken's cock when she was pulled forward, and she found herself empty once again.
Joe didn't give the blonde time to think about her empty cunt hole. He began forcing her mouth up and down his cock once again, enjoying her hot breath and burning cheeks. He watched as his prick disappeared inside her mouth, reappeared, then disappeared again. This sight fascinated him.
"Shit!" cried Ken, finding his still-hard cock without a warm home. "I wasn't through with her yet. Now where am I going to hide my prick? Hell, I need a cunt."
"That's your problem," cried Joe, and he continued to guide Betty Lou's head up and down his cock shaft.
Before long, the blonde didn't need a guide. She started sucking the cock once more. She moved her sweet lips up and down skillfully, leaving no cock meat unsucked. Her spit dripped down his prick shaft in streams, forming a puddle in his bushy cock hair. "Yes, baby. Suck my prick! Let me feel your hot lips!"
Betty Lou could tell by the intense throbbing that his cock was about to explode. She craved the cum that she knew was churning in his balls, so she began to fuck furiously in an effort to capture it. Joe wasn't about to resist.
Her thin lips moved up and down, spreading a trail of spit and heat that caused his cock shaft to swell up in her mouth. She groaned at the intense pressure, but she sucked hard, determined to pump out the man's cum.
"Ahhh!" groaned Joe, clutching her bobbing head. "Do it, bitch! You're the best! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! I'm coming!"
Joe seized the back of her head and slammed her face tight against his spurting cock. He forced her to swallow his hot cum, which she did with loud gulps.
Betty Lou, breathing through her nose, gulped down wad after wad of jizz as it spurted from Joe's piss hole. She welcomed its flavor and warmth, and she did her best to get it all down into her belly. She could hear the guests gasping and cheering as her clinging lips smacked and slobbered on his huge cock.
"Mmmmmm!" moaned Joe as his cock was pumped dry. "That's a good girl. Suck it dry. Milk me, bitch. Milk me."
Betty Lou didn't stop sucking until his cock was completely dry. But even then, she still had to hold onto the cock because Joe didn't release his grip on her until his prick had gone limp. When she finally was allowed to let his cock slip from her lips, she was so exhausted that she simply collapsed on the bed, face down.
"That's okay, baby," said Joe, kneeling at her side. You go on and rest. You did a good job." He then hopped off the bed, climbed into his clothes, and rejoined the party.
"My prick is still hard," cried Ken, still kneeling on the bed. "Isn't there one woman among you who can make me come?"
A few women started whispering to one another, and some started giggling. Finally, two came forward: a small, thin brunette, and a big-assed blonde. Dressed in long gowns, they hiked their hemlines up to their knees and climbed up on the bed. Ken seemed delighted.
The other party guests looked on as the two women pushed the man over onto his back, knelt on either side of him, and lowered their heads to his cock. Holly glanced toward Eva and saw that the woman's eyes were fixed on the creaking bed, and that her lips were turned up in a small grin. She obviously likes it too, thought the widow, and she turned her attention back to the bed. The blonde was the first to taste the man's stiff prick. She stuck out her tongue, flicking it at one big ball. His ball bounced against its mate, then returned to the blonde's tongue. Again, the woman flicked at it and, again, it bounced. Ken groaned his approval.
Then the blonde opened her mouth, and she sucked in his ball, her lips covering it completely. At the same time, the brunette sucked in his second ball. The two women were face to face, smacking on and gumming the man's balls. Ken was unable to keep still.
The blonde rolled his big, hairy ball from one cheek to the other, savoring its flavor and heat. She bounced it off the roof of her mouth and tested its firmness. When his ball began to throb, she pressed it against her cheek with her tongue and held tight.
The brunette, using her tongue, rolled his other ball along her teeth, from one side of her mouth to the other. She soaked it with her spit, down to every last hair. Before long, it was burning the inside of her mouth.
"Ahhh!" moaned Ken, stroking both women's hair. "Now my prick, you bitches, now my prick."
The two women, their noses touching, spit out his big balls and turned their attention to the man's thick cock shaft. Beginning at the root, they snaked their tongues around and around, massaging every bump and soaking every hair. Again and again, their tongues met and caressed, then resumed their journeys.
"That's more like it. Oh, shit yeah!"
Then their tongues began to travel up and down his long, hard prick, the blonde's on one side, the brunette's on the other. All the hairs that surrounded his cock were forced this way and that. Every bump and vein was massaged and probed and made to burn. Together, they licked every inch of his big prick.
"Ahhh!" cried Ken, his eyes rolling. "Two hot cocksuckers! Go, babies, go! Make me come!"
Suddenly, the blonde opened her mouth, and she engulfed the man's fat prick head. She held it between her lips for several seconds while she probed his piss hole with her tongue. After plucking out a few drops of cum and swallowing them, she began to work her lips all the way down to the man's balls.
Slowly, his cock disappeared. Soon, all that remained to be seen were his two big balls, now resting against the blonde's lips. And if her mouth had been bigger, they too would be out of sight.
Smacking sounds escaped the woman's mouth as she tasted the man's cock root. Her lips were stretched wide. Her cheeks were bulging. Her eyes were bugged out. She had to breathe through her nose. But she still seemed unwilling to part with his hot prick.
The blonde gummed his fat fuck shaft for some time, holding it deep while she did so. Finally, she began to move her lips up and down his prick, sucking hungrily. Her cheeks bulged, receded, then bulged again. His cock disappeared, reappeared, then disappeared again. The brunette watched closely, awaiting her turn.
The blonde raced her lips up and down Ken's cock, spreading spit and heat. She made the blood gush through his cock veins as she built up an incredible amount of friction. Soon, his prick was throbbing mightily.
"You're going to make him come," cried the brunette. "Let me suck him, too. I want to taste his jizz."
The blonde then let his prick slip from her lips. But she didn't abandon it altogether. She just started sucking on one side of it, leaving the other side for her friend. Together, they continued to burn the hefty cock shaft, from his balls all the way up to his piss hole. They had Ken gasping for air.
Their lips, puckered and sealed around either side of his big cock, raced up and down in unison, raising his temperature higher and higher. Spit dripped from their mouths and trickled back down his fuck shaft, but was soon caught up with and spread more evenly. Their hot sucking made his prick an oily mass of throbbing flesh that was on the brink of erupting.
"Ahhh!" cried Ken, running his fingers through his hair. He tugged at his wavy locks as the heat in his cock shaft flared up. "You're killing me, you bitches! Ohhh! I'm coming!"
As the two women worked their puckered lips up to the man's cock head, his mighty prick erupted and spewed forth thick wads of jizz. The cum at first flew up into the air, then came back down on their faces and hair. Then it began to pour from his piss hole and flow down his fuck shaft like lava. Both women got a mouthful.
"Ahhhh!" he cried, gritting his teeth and lifting his ass. "Hot, sucking bitches! I'm dying!"
The jism flowed thick, and both women kept sucking, moving their lips up and down his cum-filled cock shaft. Creamy jizz soon covered their lips, nose, chin, and cheeks. Their faces shone in the dim light of the room.
"Oh, shit, yes!" cried Ken as his prick began to shrink. "That's what I needed. You solved my problems, girls." He reached down to pat them both on the ass.
As the soft sucking sounds continued, Holly glanced again at Eva and saw the woman licking her lips. Eva's eyes were half shut, and she appeared to be teetering. Holly would have bet anything that the woman was also sopping wet between her thighs. Reaching out, she placed a hand on her friend's shoulder.
"That was really something, wasn't it?" asked Holly.
"Er, yes... yes, it was. Hell, I guess I got carried away there for a moment. Boy, did that make me horny. My pussy is throbbing. C'mon, let's get another drink."
The two women, aroused by what they had witnessed, returned to the dining room and helped themselves to two more glasses of wine. More and more guests were arriving, and there appeared to be another fuck show beginning on the living room floor. Also, someone had set up a projector and was showing fuck movies in another bedroom. Eva remarked that the party was really livening up, and Holly was forced to agree.
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" The voice belonged to a stranger, and both women turned around when they heard it. A tall, blonde-haired man, dressed in a neat suit and tie, was standing behind them, helping himself to a drink. He looked up and smiled when they faced him. "Sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. You're quite right, this is turning into a rather wild party."
"And who are you?" asked Eva, looking the man up and down. "I don't believe I've seen you around here before."
"I'm sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. My name's Alfred Weed, but you can call me Al. I'm a friend of Ann, the woman who's throwing this party. And who might you two beautiful ladies be?"
"I'm Eva. This is my friend, Holly."
"Well, pleased to meet you. But I must confess, I didn't just happen to be standing behind you. I first saw you two when you were back in the bedroom, watching those two women go down on that man. And when you left, I simply followed you, hoping to get you alone some place where we could talk."
"Talk about what?" asked Holly, her eyes studying the man's every feature, from his trim, well-built body, to his smooth, handsome face and curly locks.
"Talk about us," he said, smiling. "And about what we saw back there in that bedroom. I've always wondered what it would be like to have two women nibbling on my cock at the same time. And not only sucking cock, but fucking as well. Why, can you imagine the mathematical possibilities? They must be astounding!"
"Oh, you think so, huh?" said Eva, smiling back at the man. "And I suppose you're eager to do a little scientific research to find out exactly how astounding those possibilities are."
"Just as soon as I can find two willing partners."
"Well, what do you say, Holly? Should we help the man with his research? Be willing partners?"
"I don't see why not? It'll be a lot better than just watching other people fuck all night. Besides, maybe we can teach him a few things."
"I'll bet you can," he said, staring down at the widow's tits. "I'll bet both of you two fine foxes can."
"Well, let's go somewhere and find out," said Eva. "My cunt is still hot from watching all that fucking in the bedroom. Now I'm ready for some action of my own."
"There's a small study through that door," said Al, rubbing his smooth chin. "And it has a bearskin rug. Shall we go?" When he held out both arms, the women took them, and they walked with him to the study.
Sure enough, there was a bearskin rug lying in the middle of the floor. It was large and black, and its head was ferocious. Holly walked over to it cautiously, as if half expecting it to rise up and attack.
As she knelt down on the soft, shiny fur and ran her hands through it, her gaze traveled around the small room. A large oak desk stood in a corner, cluttered with a typewriter, a lamp, and piles of books. A sofa and three chairs occupied the opposite side of the room, close to the wall. They appeared to be upholstered with red velvet. Against three of the four walls stood tall bookcases, each filled to capacity. Holly tried to reach some of the titles from where she knelt on the rug, but to no avail.
"How does it feel?" asked Al as he knelt down beside the widow. "Comfortable, I hope."
"What? Oh, yes, very comfortable. It must have been a huge bear. Its skin is so wide."
"Yeah, wide enough for the three of us to fuck on it, that's for sure. Here, let me help you with your clothes."
In no time at all, Holly was completely naked. She stretched out on the soft bearskin, letting her big tits and flat belly sink into the thick hairs. In a second, she was joined by Eva, who had been undressing behind her. Together, they enjoyed the silky sensuality of the animal hair while they waited for Al to get naked.
"You've got great tits," Holly told her friend as she let her gaze roam over the blonde's body. "And magnificent hips. If I had a cock, I'd fuck you to death."
"And I'd let you, you sweet bitch. I dig you, too."
"And I dig both of you," said Al as he stretched out between them. Muscles rippled throughout his body. Many coarse, golden hairs glistened on his chest and groin. His cock was long, hard and very thick... definitely enough for them both. "Now let's get to it."
He rolled over onto his back and beckoned the women to his stiff fuck shaft. The widow crawled over to one side of him, and Eva crawled over to the other side. Then they both lowered their heads, then did exactly what they saw the other two women do.
They both reached out with their tongues to explore the man's cock. Holly raced her tongue up and down his hard fuck shaft, from his golden cock hair all the way up to his fat prick head.
She watched Eva's tongue lap at the other side of his cock, and she tried to match her friend's expert strokes. But as Eva's tongue slithered here and there, massaging bumps and stroking veins, it soon became clear to the widow that her friend was much more experienced at sucking cock.
But Holly didn't let that bother her. She continued to lick her side of his prick, doing the best job she could. Her dartlike tongue raced up and down his meaty fuck shaft, soaking every hair and every inch of cock meat.
"Ahhhh!" cried Al as he reached down to caress the women's asses. "Lick me, babies, lick me!"
Enjoying the rough hand that roamed over her big ass, Holly moved her tongue up to the man's fat prick head, and she proceeded to explore it. While Eva worked on his cock root, Holly circled her tongue around and around the bulb's rim. She tantalized every nerve that lined the rim, making them swell and throb. Al was so pleased that he sank his nails into her ass and held on tight.
Slurping sounds filled the study as the widow tried her best to equal Eva's blow job. After burning the nerves that lined his now-swollen rim, she snaked her tongue along the bulb's underside and began to torture those nerves, too. Al bucked and groaned, but he couldn't escape the widow's hot tongue.
"Shiiyyiit! That feels good! You both are doing a wonderful job. Whatever you do, don't stop."
Holly wasn't about to stop. She glanced down and saw Eva sucking on the man's balls. She watched for a second as his balls popped in and out of the woman's mouth. This fascinated her. But after a while, she turned her attention back to his wet prick head. The widow opened her mouth wide, and she engulfed it. His cock head stretched her lips and filled her mouth, but she puckered tightly and sucked. The harder she smacked, the louder Al moaned.
When Holly had tasted every part of his big bulb, she worked her lips down the shaft to his balls. She then clamped down on his cock root and ground her sharp teeth into his prick meat. Al howled and bucked again, but the widow held his cock tightly and gummed it.
Almost his whole fuck shaft was out of sight, including his balls. The two women were proving that their mouths were big, and their appetites ravenous. Slurping and sucking sounds filled the air as they worked on his big prick.
When her mouth began to ache, Holly started sucking his fat cock. Her lips moved up and down his fuck shaft, their path well-oiled by her dripping spit. She covered every inch of his cock meat, and blood was soon gushing through its veins, causing his prick to swell even bigger.
Her cheeks bulged, receded, then bulged again. Spit trickled down her chin. She caressed Al's inner thighs as she sucked, enjoying the man's heat.
"Oh, baby!" cried the man as he looked down the length of his body and watched his cock disappear, reappear, then disappear again. "That's enough of that! I don't want to come so soon! Let's try something else." He pushed Holly's head away.
The widow was disappointed at losing the man's prick. She knelt at his side, next to Eva, and looked down at his purple fuckshaft. She was almost tempted to wrap her lips around it again, in spite of the man's protests.
"C'mon," he said, making himself comfortable on the rug. "I want to fuck you now. One of you sit on my prick, and the other sit on my face. Let's see if I can make you both come together."
Holly smiled at the suggestion and immediately lifted one knee to straddle the man's cock. His big prick head, dripping with her spit, speared her cunt hole as soon as she sat down on it. Then, with a little help from both her and Al, it slipped inside her, sliding deep.
"Ahhhh!" moaned Holly as her cunt walls were forced apart. "You've got a big one, don't you? Shiiit!"
Eva cradled up to the man's face, lifted her knee, and straddled his puckered lips. Her golden-haired pussy fit snugly over his mouth and provided him with a sweet snack. He immediately shoved his tongue into her open cunt slit and tasted her pussy meat.
"Eeee!" squealed Eva, and she lifted her pussy quickly. "Oh, what a tongue!" Then she settled back down again, smiling.
As her gaze moved from Eva's big ass down to Al's hairy groin, Holly began to bounce up and down on the man's immense cock. His thick fuck shaft stretched her pussy walls this way and that, and jolted her clit. She gasped and sighed as she watched his prick disappear inside her again and again.
As the friction built up inside her hot pussy, Holly reached up and sank her nails into her big, round tits. Then she started pushing them around and around, at the same time tossing her head back and smiling. Her long, black hair hung down her back and brushed against the man's thighs as she rode his giant cock.
"Ahhhh!" cried Holly, her asscheeks plopping down on his groin repeatedly. "I feel your prick real deep!"
"Your hot pussy is killing me, bitch! Hell, I thought your mouth was hot! Ungh!" He clutched the widow's hips while he pumped his cock up into her hot pussy.
"Shiiyyiit!" groaned Eva, shaking her head so hard that her long, yellow hair flew every which way. "Your tongue is like wet sandpaper! Eeeee!" She clamped her thighs against his cheeks and buried her pussy deeper into his mouth.
Al snaked his tongue up and down the blonde's big pussy hole. He forced her cunt walls wide apart as he filled them with blissful heat. The tip of his tongue speared the deepest regions of her pussy while the root of his tongue scraped against her clit and made her tremble. It was all she could do to keep from losing her balance and falling to the floor.
With shivers racing up her fuck hole to her spine, Eva reached down to spread her pussy lips even farther apart. Then, with her wet pussy enveloping the man's mouth, she moved her hips in circles, grinding her pussy into Al's hot mouth.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, rolling her eyes and licking her lips. "I'm on fire! Ungh!" Her tits swung in circles, in rhythm to her rotating hips.
Her circular movements caused an incredible amount of friction to build up inside her pussy. Heat waves raced through her body. Her clit and her tender flesh began to throb. She gasped and jerked and cried out in blissful agony.
"Shit! Eat my pussy, you bastard! Eat it!"
As Eva gave the man all the pussy he could eat, Holly began to copy her movements. With her eyes fixed on the blonde's big, rotating ass, the widow ground her pussy against Al's cock and balls. She moved determinedly, eager to feel his prick.
"Fuck me, Al! Let me feel your cock!"
The widow's powerful hips rode the man's groin. His cock shaft scraped against her tender pussy walls in every way possible, stretching her delicate cunt meat, and churning the fuck juices that were now dripping down into froth. She gasped and shrieked as lightning bolts rocked her.
As Al's cock shaft wracked her pussy hole with blissful heat, his balls, flattened beneath her pussy, tickled her pussy lips each time she rode over his balls sac. The widow's cunt was throbbing now, and she was beginning to lose control. The fat fuck shaft wedged inside her pussy was almost more than she could stand.
"Ungh!" she cried, squeezing her tits in her fists. "Oh, fuuuck! I feel like I'm sitting on a lighted candle!"
As the widow and her friend ground their cunts on him, Al did his best to make them burn. He slithered his tongue around and around Eva's pussy, enjoying her heat and loving the way her cunt muscles gripped his tongue. When fuck juice dripped down in to his mouth, he gulped eagerly.
Al had to breathe through his nose, and even that was difficult, because the woman's pussy was slipping and sliding all over his face. Fuck juice was glistening on his cheeks, lips, chin, and nose, and pussy hairs clogged up his nostrils. But wanting to make her come, he speared her hard, snorting loudly with each tongue-thrust.
As he lapped Eva's cunt, he continued to fuck Holly's. While her pussy slid around and around, he bucked upwards and drove his prick deep. His thrusts were so brutal that he knocked her up into the air with each one. He not only set her clinging pussy afire, he also made her tits bounce and her asscheeks jiggle.
"Ahhhh!" cried the widow, her eyes dancing in their sockets. "I can't take anymore! I'm coming!"
Holly stopped moving in circles, and she began bouncing up and down frantically, her pussy muscles gripping his hard cock tight. Suddenly, her body began to jerk uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled back. Her lips began to quiver. Then her pussy juices erupted and flooded the man's cock and balls.
"Ohhhh!" howled Al when he felt the widow's dripping cunt juices. "You're burning me alive! Ohhh! I'm coming too!" Al bucked up into her throbbing pussy and blew his wad against her clinging cunt walls. He heard her groan and bucked up into her again, delivering still more thick jizz. "Ahhhh!"
The man's jerking, bucking and shouting caused a great commotion inside Eva's fuck hole. Suddenly, she began to tremble all over, and her pussy began to twitch. She mashed her pussy into his mouth as hard as she could, then climaxed.
"Aagh!" she cried, nearly suffocating him with her hot cunt meat and drowning him with her creamy juices. "You made me come! Oh, fuuck! What a tongue!"
Eva clung to his mouth for several seconds while her cunt juices emptied into him. Her body, gripped by orgasmic spasms, just barely held on. Finally, her pussy spent, she fell to the floor, still quivering. A big wet spot could be seen on her inner thigh.
"Oh, yeah," said Al, sitting up. "That was really great. Now let's try something a little different. C'mon, you bitches, a couple of hot foxes like you can't be tired out already." He pushed Holly off of him. "Let's get to it. We've still got more experimenting to do."
Holly groaned when she felt his prick slip out of her wet pussy. But when she looked back, she was surprised to find that his cock was still hard. The sight of his big, dripping prick excited her, and she raised herself up, ready for more.
"What would you like to do now?" asked Holly, kneeling in front of him with her fingers stroking her wet pussy lips. "I've already fucked you and sucked you. What's next?"
"I want you to get down there and eat out your friend's cunt. While you're doing that, I'm going to slam my cock in and out of your big ass. How does that sound to you, bitch?"
"It sounds just fine," said the widow, licking her lips and smiling down at the man. "I can't wait to feel that big, greasy fucker inside my asshole." Then she turned to Eva. "C'mon, get back over on the rug. I'm going to eat your pussy."
When Eva had squirmed back over to the bearskin, Holly took hold of her thighs, and she pushed them back and outward. Then the widow lowered her head and, for the first time in her life, tasted another woman's cunt. She moved her tongue up and down Eva's big pussy lips, while her ass jutted out behind her.
"Eeeee!" squealed Eva, and she reached down to grasp the back of Holly's head. "Oh, yes, what a friend you are, baby!"
While Holly sucked, Al snuggled up behind her and seized her narrow waist firmly. The deep crack in her big, round asscheeks seemed so inviting, and he hastened to get his cock head into it.
As her big asscheeks parted to make room for his swollen prick head, intense heat escaped and blasted his groin. He winced and moaned, but continued to push his cock deeper. He was in search of her puckered shit hole, and he knew exactly how to find it.
Al looked down over her back as he worked his prick into her asscrack. He watched her head move from side to side in her effort to keep up with Eva's writhing pussy. The slurping sounds that reached his ears were proof that Holly was doing a job on her friend, and now he intended to do a job on Holly.
Tightening his grip on her waist, he finally brought his cock head to rest against her tiny shitter. The sphincter burned his tender prick knob and prevented it from going any farther. But he was not about to be halted so easily.
Al slammed his hips forward brutally and drove his prick head right through the small opening. Holly's sphincter was forced apart, and her ass walls were stretched severely. She nearly took a bite out of Eva's pussy as a sharp pain shot through her guts.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, lifting her head for a second. "My ass! Oh, shit! I feel your prick so fucking deep!"
Holly braced herself as Al thrust into her. His cock slid deeper and deeper, until his balls were resting against her asscheeks. She trembled deliriously, afraid that his wedgelike cock would split her in half.
As his cock throbbed deep in her buttery ass, Holly took a deep breath and returned to her friend's sopping pussy. She knew that the man wasn't going to split her in half; she could only hope that what he did do wouldn't be too painful.
After savoring the heat from her clinging asshole, Al began to pump his prick in and out of her shitter. Each hard thrust stretched her ass walls completely out of shape as he set her delicate shitter afire.
"Ahhh!" he cried, throwing his head back and staring up at the ceiling. "What a hot ass! Just like a motherfucking oven!"
His cock plunged deep, receded, then plunged deep again. His rough fuck shaft scraped against her stretched sphincter and sore assflesh and burned them badly. He could feel her asshole muscles clamping down on his prick shaft, and he pounded her harder, driving the muscles back. His lust was overwhelming.
Holly, doing her best to keep from being knocked flat, moved her tongue in and out of Eva's big pussy hole, gathering fuck juice and spreading spit. Eva writhed beneath her, flailing her long legs and begging for more.
Each time Al's fat cock shot deep, Holly winced and groaned. But she kept eating Eva's cunt, finding her pussy meat tasty. Eva's hot cunt meat enveloped her lips and thick crotch hairs clogged up her nostrils, making her have to snort every once in a while to keep from suffocating.
"Ahhhh!" cried Eva as she reached up and began to squeeze her own tits in delirium. "Eat me, Holly! Shit, yeah!"
Overcome by lust, Al reached under the widow and sank his nails into her hanging tits, squeezing them tight. Then, with a firm hold, he began pounding the shit out of her tight asshole, as if he really did mean to split her in half. Her asscheeks shook from the hard pounding, and his swinging balls began to ache.
"Ohhhh!" he cried, wincing from the ordeal. "Your ass is too much, bitch! A real fireball!"
Holly sucked the pussy in front of her while her asshole grew hotter and juicier. She could hear her shit juices popping, and the man's balls slapping against the backs of her thighs and her cunt lips. She knew those tender parts of her body must be bright red by now.
As Al's cock slid up and down her shitter, her tongue slithered up and down her friend's pussy. With the tip, she tasted the deepest parts of Eve's cunt meat and, with the root, she jolted the woman's clit. When Eve's little fuck button started to throb, Holly found herself licking a wild, bucking pussy.
Eva wrapped her long legs around Holly's head and pinned the woman's mouth against her pussy. Then she started twisting and jerking and howling. Her pussy was on fire once again, and the hot itch was driving her crazy.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. "You're making me come! You biiitch!" Eva shook her head hard, then climaxed all over the widow's open mouth and face. "Eeee!"
Holly gulped frantically as hot fuck juice flooded her mouth. The widow swallowed as much as she could, while quite a bit dripped past her lips and trickled down her chin. Her smacking and slobbering sounds filled the room, mingling with the sounds of Al's flesh slapping against hers.
Al watched the widow swallow the blonde's cum, and the sight really turned him on. He held her big tits tightly and began to really plow into her shitter. Shit juices popped with each thrust. Her tight asshole expanded dangerously. Her big, round asscheeks jiggled like gelatin. He gave her all he had, and his cock soon swelled up and exploded.
"Ahhhh! I'm coming! You big-ass bitch! Uuugh!"
His hot cum blasted her greasy shit hole, and she squealed in response, even though she had a mouthful of pussy. He rammed his spurting prick in and out of her for as long as he could. Then he collapsed on top of her, his body soaked with sweat.
"Ohhh!" moaned Holly, lifting her head from Eva's loosened grip. "My ass is throbbing like a motherfucker! Oh, shit!"
The widow settled down into the bearskin, with the man's fingers clutching her tits and his cock up her ass. She was so tired.
CHAPTER SIX
When Holly awoke, her asshole was empty, and she was all alone in the study. She looked around for a second, trying to remember where she was. Then, after putting the pieces together in her mind, she got to her feet and walked toward the open door.
The entire apartment was deserted, except for Ann, who was sitting on the sofa and sipping a glass of wine. The little redhead was in her panties and bra, and she smiled up at Holly as the brunette entered the room.
"I'm afraid the party is over and everyone has gone," said Ann, letting the glass rest on her bare thigh. "You must have passed out, and you were sleeping so soundly that your friend, Eva, decided not to wake you. Actually, it was my idea. I told her to just let you lie there and sleep it off."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Holly, suddenly realizing that she was stark naked. She placed a hand over her tits and another over her pussy. "I didn't mean to be any trouble. I guess I drank too much wine where is Eva? Has she gone, too?"
"Yes, she returned to her apartment. And your good friend, Al, had to race to the airport to catch a plane. It seems he has a business meeting in Denver first thing in the morning. But he told me to tell you that he had a wonderful time, and that you were a hell of a good fuck."
"He should know. He fucked me right out of my mind."
"Here," said Ann. "Come sit beside me. The sun will be up soon. We can watch the sunrise together."
Holly walked over to the redhead, then plopped down beside her. The widow's tall, shapely body dwarfed Ann's, but the redhead didn't mind in the least. She was too busy admiring Holly's big, jutting tits, flat belly, and gorgeous legs. Holly could almost feel the woman's hungry eyes on her naked flesh.
"You know," said Ann, setting her wine glass down on the floor. "I must confess, when you were asleep on that bearskin, I had the urge to pounce on you and sink my teeth into your lovely tits and ass. It was all I could do to control myself. You really are a very sexy lady.
"Why, thank you. And you're nice, yourself. I always admired red hair on a woman. They say redheads are the best fucks. But I'm not a man, and I never fucked a redhead, so I wouldn't know."
"Would you like to?"
"Like to what?"
"Like to fuck a redhead? Me."
"I've never actually fucked another woman before. But if you really want to, I'm willing to give it a try."
"I was hoping you'd say that." Ann pushed Holly backward onto the sofa and climbed on top of her. The little woman showed a lot of strength for her size, or perhaps the widow was still a little woozy from the wine. In any case, Holly soon found herself lying on her back, with her tits jutting up into Ann's face.
Ann first removed her bra and panties, then tossed them aside. With her plump tits digging into Holly's belly, she started licking the widow's tit. Her long, red tongue slithered around and around the woman's creamy tit, exploring its smooth surface.
"Mmmmm!" moaned Holly as she reached down to stroke the woman's long, red hair. "Your tongue feels real nice."
Ann snaked her tongue all over the shapely brunette's tit. She caressed Holly's hot tit meat, massaged it, and made it very wet. Soon, the widow's tit glistened with her spit.
When her tongue had thoroughly explored Holly's tit meat, Ann began to use her lips. She kissed the widow's hot flesh in dozens of places, her puckered lips making Holly's tit meat tingle. Before she had kissed more than half her tit, it was already hard as a rock and throbbing mightily.
She kept kissing, each kiss tugging at the brunette's tit meat and pulling it outward. Holly squealed and writhed beneath Ann as hot flashes raced through her tit. The redhead's lips were murder!
Soon, the woman's hot lips were replaced by her teeth. Ann seized the widow's tit meat between her sharp teeth and tugged on it determinedly. Her delicate flesh was pulled and stretched and filled with fire, and Holly cried out passionately.
"Ahhh!" She rolled her eyes with bliss. "Suck me, honey! Let me feel your mouth on both my tits!"
Ann moved her teeth down to the woman's pulsating nipple, and she clamped down on the little button. Her nipple began to throb almost immediately, and Holly had to scream. Ann kept her grip, loving the widow's wild movements.
Finally, after making the widow cry and whimper, Ann released her little nipple and she moved to the other tit. Starting with her tongue, she soon made that tit swell and throb also, to the widow's delight. Now Holly's tits resembled large, wet rocks, riddled with small bruises.
"Oh, shit," said Ann, lifting her head momentarily. "Your tits taste so fine. Now let's see what your pussy tastes like."
The small redhead moved her tongue all the way down the widow's body until she came to her big, black-haired pussy mound. Instinctively, Holly spread her legs wide, throwing one leg over the back of the sofa and letting the other one fall to the floor. This gave Ann plenty of cunt to explore, and the redhead got right to it.
Ann ran her small hands along the woman's inner thighs as she leaned into Holly's gaping pussy mound. Her tongue slithered up and down Holly's hairy cunt lips, forcing the thick hairs this way and that and making her fuck meat tingle.
"Eeeee!" squealed Holly, bouncing her ass up and down. "That's some tongue you've got there, honey. Oh, shit!"
Holly looked down at the woman eating her pussy. The redhead's ass was jutting up into the air, looking like a big, ripe melon. Ann's head was nestled in between Holly's open thighs, moving up and down, and from side to side. Ann's long, red hair, thick and shiny, reached down to caress the widow's wide-spread thighs. Holly just lay her head back and closed her eyes as blissful heat raced through her pussy hole.
Ann's tongue snaked through Holly's thick crotch hair, getting the hairs soaking wet. They soon resembled dew-covered grass. She slurped happily, as if the widow's pussy lips were jelly rolls.
Before long, however, Ann became hungry for the pink cunt meat which glistened inside Holly's cunt crack. Using her deft fingers, the redhead opened her pussy crack and worked her tongue inside. She licked eagerly, finding her fuck meat very tasty.
Her greedy tongue slithered up and down the length of Holly's cunt crack, tantalizing her rubbery pussy meat. She cleaned her cunt walls of the pussy juice which covered them, and they shone with her spit. All Holly could do was moan and buck.
"Ahhhh! Yeesss! Lick me, honey! Lick me!"
Ann licked Holly's pussy walls until they turned red and began to swell. She could actually feel the hot blood gushing through their veins. She stopped licking for a moment to seize the sensitive flesh between her teeth and stretch them until they unfolded. The widow's sudden bucking almost yanked them away.
While she held the woman's cunt meat outstretched, like bubble gum in a child's mouth, she snaked her tongue back and forth across its throbbing surface. She jolted the widow with blissful heat waves, and made the woman buck deliriously. She was a little sorry that she didn't have a cock to do the woman's pussy justice.
But Ann did have her tongue. And she began to use it once again. She released Holly's folds of pussy meat, allowing them to shrink back to normal. Then she shoved her tongue up into the widow's dark, damp fuck hole and reached deep.
"Ohhh!" cried Holly, her eyes flying open. "Shiiyyiit!"
Ann pressed her lips deep into the widow's pussy as she sought to taste all of her cunt hole. Her tongue slithered up and down, scraping against Holly's pussy walls and stretching them every which way. She jolted the widow with lightning bolts, made her pussy juices begin to drip.
Hot pussy enveloped Ann's mouth and thick crotch hairs delved into her nostrils. She breathed through her nose as best she could and continued to ream the widow's big fuck hole. Her tongue now moved in circles, and Holly's excitement grew hotter and hotter.
"Eeee!" squealed Holly, and she lifted her ass up into the air. "Oh, fuck, honey! You're driving me crazy! My pussy is about to blow!"
Holly, overcome with lust, began to move her ass in circles in rhythm to Ann's roving tongue. Spasms of ecstasy jolted her tender pussy meat. Shivers raced up her spine. She pumped her cunt muscles again and again as her passion increased.
Ann opened her mouth and sealed her puckered lips around Holly's fuck hole. With hot pussy burning her face, she sucked hard and long, determined to take the widow over the edge. She expected a mouthful of cunt juice at any moment.
"Iiieee!" screamed Holly, shaking her head deliriously. "You bitch! You bitch! I'm coming! Ahhh!"
Holly was seized by orgasmic spasms that rocked her from head to toe. Her eyes danced crazily. Spit trickled from her quivering lips. Her pussy twitched out of control. Finally, her fuck juices erupted and flooded the redhead's waiting mouth.
Ann gulped loudly and lewdly as the hot cream flowed into her mouth. She swallowed as fast as the juice entered, and her belly was soon warm and tingly. Holly just held onto the back of Ann's head and moaned deeply as her spasms rolled through her body.
When it was over, Holly lay limp. But Ann licked her lips clean, then licked Holly's inner thighs and cunt lips clean. Then she crawled back up the widow's quivering body.
"That was pretty tasty," she told Holly. "Now you can do to me."
Ann lowered her face to kiss the widow on the lips. As their lips meshed together, Ann's tongue slipped inside Holly's mouth and delved deep. Holly sucked on the redhead's tongue, tasting her own pussy juice.
After slobbering for a few seconds and letting Holly get a good taste of her own cunt juice, Ann moved up the woman's body until her tits were hanging down just above Holly's mouth. Holly looked up at her big, brown nipples and creamy white mounds, and she immediately made up her mind to lick them. Their plumpness made them irresistible to her.
Ann kept still while Holly lifted her head and flicked her tongue over the redhead's nipple. The widow's tongue knocked her firm tit back and forth until it began to resemble a pendulum. The heat and flavor were delightful, and she decided to sample more tit meat.
Wrapping her lips around the redhead's pulsating nipple, Holly sucked loudly, like a little baby. Ann winced and sighed, but kept still as her tit started to burn. With her hair falling down over her eyes, Ann shivered each time Holly's lips tugged on her nipple, and each time Holly's teeth clamped down on it.
"Eeee!" squealed Ann, shaking her head. "Mmmmmm!"
Holly made the woman's rubbery nipple throb, then she began to spread kisses all over her tit's surface. She nipped and tugged on her hot tit meat until it was riddled with bruises. Ann moaned and gasped and her tit swelled and throbbed.
When her right tit was hard and wet, Holly moved to her left tit. She once again sucked on her nipple, making it hard and tingly. Then she spread her hot kisses all over the redhead's big, hanging tit. Ann moaned as her left tit quickly became as hard and hot as the right one.
"Shiiyyiit!" moaned Ann, squirming her upper body. "You do that so well. My tits are on fire now. Oh, baby, how are you at pussy-eating?"
Before Holly could answer, Ann moved farther up Holly's body, finally stopping when her red-haired pussy was even with the widow's mouth. Then the small woman straddled Holly's head and resting on the balls of her feet, offered the widow her cunt.
"Lick me, baby! Show me what you can do!" Ann looked down at Holly for a second. She reached down between her wide-spread legs, ran two fingers across her wet pussy crack, then placed her wet fingers on Holly's lips. "You see? My cunt juice tastes good, doesn't it?"
Holly licked the woman's fingers clean, then reached up with her tongue to taste the woman's open pussy. Her tongue snaked its way through the thick, wet cunt hairs. She parted them, getting them sopping wet. Ann squealed and bounced up in the air, but then she settled back down and began moaning.
Holly licked the woman's small pussy lips as if they were jelly rolls. She soaked them with spit and filled them with fire. They seemed to quiver at her touch as she kept licking, her eager-to-please tongue moving up, down and all around. Ann found it almost impossible to keep from bouncing.
"Ahhh!" cried the redhead, shaking her head. "You're a good pussy-eater too, you bitch! Shit, your tongue is hot! Ohhhh!"
Holly was soon forced to grab hold of Ann's shapely hips in order to keep the woman from bouncing away from her so often. After getting a good grip, the widow then began to explore the woman's open fuck hole, snaking her tongue in deep. Ann squealed loudly and tried to bounce again, but Holly held her tight and worked her tongue even deeper.
Her tongue slithered along the redhead's slick pussy walls, driving them this way and that. The friction she created excited them both. Holly speared Ann's pussy hole in a dozen or more places as her passion increased.
"Ahhh!" cried Ann, and she began to rub her own tits. "Eat me, bitch! Oh, shit yeah! Eat me!"
Keeping her ass in place with a firm grip, Holly started reaming Ann's fuck tube. Her long tongue raced around and around the woman's slippery pussy hole, stretching and burning. Ann howled, trembled and shook her head. Her red hair flew about like streamers in the wind.
As Holly's tongue moved in circles, Ann's pussy juices started to drip. Slick cunt cream ran down the widow's tongue into her open mouth. What didn't run down into her mouth was soon churned into froth by Holly's rotating tongue.
"Oh, shit, baby," cried Ann, her body jerking crazily. "I'm going to come unless you stop! Let's fuck now! C'mon, bitch, let me go, and let's fuck!" Ann wriggled to get free.
Finally, Holly released her grip and withdrew her tongue. She had never been fucked by a woman before, and she was eager to try it. She licked the no pussy juice from her lips as she watched Ann move down, then stretch out on top of her.
"Mramm!" moaned the widow when she felt Ann's tits pressing down on hers. She squealed when she felt the redhead's pussy digging into hers.
"You're a real bitch of a woman," said Ann. "But I'm going to clit-fuck the shit out of you! Now spread those legs of yours!"
Holly obeyed, eager to be fucked. She threw her arms around the redhead's back and pressed her cheek against Ann's. Then Ann began to move her hips in circles so that her cunt ground into Holly's. It wasn't long before blissful heat waves were throbbing up the widow's fuck tube.
"Ahhh!" she cried, finding the redhead's little pussy very hot. "I feel your clit already! Ahh, fuck! It feels great!"
Ann continued to move in circles. Her ass slid round and round between Holly's wide-spread thighs. Her pussy lips scraped against Holly's, their hairy surfaces tingling from the friction. Holly groaned and bucked as the heat increased.
Soon, pussy juice oozed out of both cunts and spread out between them. The oil slick made for a very smooth fuck, and both women were moving their hot pussies in circles, each trying to please the other. Holly rolled her eyes and gasped loudly as the spasms raced through her fuck hole.
"Ohhh!" groaned Ann as she clung to the other woman. "I'm on fire! Your pussy is like a flame!" The redhead buried her face against Holly's shoulder.
The heat was not only in Holly's pussy, it was also in her tits. Ann's plump tits were grinding into hers, flattening them, and the friction was driving her crazy. She gasped and whimpered as lightning bolts swept through her tit meat and made them throb. "Ungh!" moaned Holly, sinking her teeth into the redhead's neck. "Your clit is almost as good as a cock! I'm going out of my mind! Yeeooow!"
Ann began to thrust her pussy against Holly's as her passion mounted. Her round ass bounced up and down between the widow's open thighs. Her pussy lips pounded Holly's. Her clit speared the widow's cunt hole and jolted her delicate flesh there. Holly, filled with lust, began to buck up toward the woman, and she nearly bounced her right off the sofa.
"Ahhh!" howled Holly as her pussy juices neared the boiling point. "You're making me come, bitch! I'm burning alive!"
"Me, too!" cried Ann as her clit throbbed dangerously. "My cunt is on fire, too!" She bucked hard, her small body almost mashing Holly's big ass into the sofa cushion.
The sofa's springs squeaked noisily as the women humped and bucked. The sounds of pussy juices squishing and flesh slapping together filled the apartment. Moans and whimpers escaped their trembling lips. Holly couldn't believe that this small woman's little clit was doing what a big cock was supposed to do.
"Iiieee!" screamed the widow when her fuck juices finally erupted. "I'm coming! Ahhh!" She jerked uncontrollably as she flooded the redhead's cunt and groin.
"I'm coming, too!" howled Ann, trembling out of control. "Ahhhh!" She emptied her hot juices all over the widow's pussy, belly, and inner thighs.
Afterward, the two collapsed on the sofa, then peacefully fell asleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Holly left Ann's condo later that morning, and she returned to her own, where she went right to bed. All that drinking and fucking had exhausted her. She slept all that day and all that night, welcoming the much-needed rest. She finally awoke about mid-morning the following day, feeling good all over.
After a shower, she pulled on a pair of panties and a very short bath robe, then went into the kitchen to fix herself some breakfast. On her way, Holly noticed that her morning paper had been slipped under her door, and she retrieved it, smiling as she thought about the young kid's big cock.
The widow read the paper over coffee and eggs, but she found it difficult to concentrate on what she was reading because the kitchen faucet was dripping badly. It had been dripping when she first moved in, and each day the plopping noise had gotten worse. Now the drip was intolerable. She had to do something.
"Hello, Ace Plumbing Company? Yes, this is Mrs. Harper over at the Marydale Plaza. Could you please send over a plumber to fix my leaky faucet. The thing is driving me crazy... this afternoon? Great! See you then."
Holly finished reading the paper in her bedroom while she stretched out across the bed with the television blaring. Her robe became tangled from her tossings and turnings, and her tits burst free, but she didn't mind. There was no one around to see them. She spent the rest of the morning in her bedroom, reading and dozing and reading some more, until a loud knock on her front door forced her to leave.
As she ran to the door, Holly tried to adjust her robe so her tits wouldn't be exposed, and she managed to do a fair job of it. But there was still a lot of cleavage showing up top and a lot of thigh meat showing down below, when she finally flung open the door.
"Afternoon, Ma'am," said a tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed man, wearing a uniform with the plumbing company's name stitched over the right shirt pocket. "You call about a leaky faucet?"
"I sure did. The thing is unbearable. C'mon in."
He entered, carrying a red toolbox. His deep-set eyes shot a glance across the widow's bulging tits briefly, then glanced down at her shapely thighs. The widow smiled and led him into the kitchen, where she sat at the table while he worked over the sink.
The plumber gave the faucet a quick check. Using his screwdriver and pliers, he disassembled the faucet, replaced the rubber washer and the steel seat, then reassembled it once again. The entire job took about ten minutes, and Holly was impressed.
"You must really know your job," she told him, turning in her chair to face him. "I'll know who to call the next time I have a plumbing problem." She crossed her legs, and in so doing revealed an awful lot of her thigh, and even a bit of ass.
"We always leave the customer satisfied," said the man. "That's our motto. Feel free to call us anytime."
"How about some refreshment before you leave," said Holly. "Take your pick--coffee, tea, or... " She undid the sash around her waist and let her robe fall open.
"You're a beautiful woman," he said. "But I have other customers waiting. I really have to--"
"Look, you fixed my dripping faucet, now fix my dripping pussy. C'mon, big boy, fix my pipes."
The widow stood up and faced the plumber, her big tits in plain sight. "And remember your motto."
"You're a hard woman to resist. I haven't seen a pair of tits as nice as yours in a long time... hell, I guess my other customers can wait a little longer." He set his toolbox down on the counter and stepped toward the widow. "But you said your name was Mrs. Harper. That means you're married, doesn't it?"
"Don't worry, big boy, I'm a widow. My husband has gone on to his great reward, leaving me with a big appetite for cocks. And I'm hungry right now."
Holly then fell to her knees and unbuckled the man's pants. She worked them down his hairy, muscular legs, then pulled them free of his ankles. While she was doing that, he yanked off his shirt and stepped out of his shoes. Now he stood in only his shorts, with the hungry widow at his feet.
After admiring the big cock bulge in his shorts, Holly grabbed the waistband, yanked the shorts down his legs, then free of his ankles. The widow gazed up at the man's hairy groin, long thick cock, and heavy balls. She let her eyes wander while she breathed in his strong male aroma.
"You're a real stud, aren't you, big boy?" Holly said as she admired the man's muscular chest, narrow waist, and strong arms and thighs. "You shouldn't have any trouble at all living up to your motto." She then reached up to cup the plumber's balls in one hand. They just barely fit.
His cock seemed just the right size for her big pussy hole, and Holly fondled it with loving care. She lifted his big balls up and down, admiring their size. Chock full of cum, she guessed, enough to fill a hungry widow's pussy and belly.
As his balls began to warm her palm, Holly leaned forward and ran her tongue along one of them. She snaked her tongue through the many hairs that laced his ball, getting them all wet. She licked the rough skin that protected his ball, her hot tongue filling it with fire. The plumber just stood there and sighed.
Holly made his ball drip with her spit, then she started licking the other one. She ran her tongue around and around his ball's surface, caressing, probing and spearing it. She knocked his ball around, then balanced it on the tip of her tongue. She pushed the ball, and plucked it, and rolled it. Finally, she sucked his ball into her mouth.
The widow, her cheeks bulging, sucked passionately. The lewd sounds she made filled the kitchen. Then she began to roll the ball around from one cheek to the other, as if it were a gum-ball. The plumber groaned and gasped as he reached down to grab hold of the widow's big tits.
"Ohhh!" he moaned, squeezing her tits in both hands. "Your mouth is like an oven. Shiiit!"
Holly, feeling his fingers digging into her tit meat, smacked loudly on his ball. Then she pressed it up against the roof of her mouth, holding the throbbing egg there until it burned her flesh. When his ball started to throb, she took it in deep and tried her best to swallow it.
"Ahhh!" he cried, and he tightened his grip on her tits.
By now, the man's cock was hard as a rock, and it jutted out, banging against her cheek again and again as she sucked on his big ball. Soon, she could feel a thin film of cum on her cheek, and it seemed to be spreading. Wanting, instead, to feel the cum inside her mouth, she spit out his ball, then turned to capture the man's cock.
"Mmmmm! That's right, baby. Let me feel those hot lips on my prick now. Do it! Suck me off!"
With the man bent over, holding onto her tits, Holly opened her mouth wide, and she sucked in his big, fat cock head. His prick bulb filled her mouth completely and coated her tongue with cum, but she worked feverishly until she managed to get it all the way down her throat.
His cock head throbbed against the back of her throat. Holly held his prick tightly, savoring its heat and flavor. She just wanted to enjoy its full size for a while before sucking on it.
The plumber moaned and sank his nails even deeper into the widow's big tits. Blasts of heat shot through his cock and made him tremble. He happily realized that she was one hot bitch.
As he squeezed her tits, he looked down and watched her suck. His cock was completely out of sight. His crotch hair was hiding her nose. His balls were resting against her chin. He could see her jaws moving slightly, and he could feel her gums and teeth massaging his prick. Shit, he thought, what a mouth!
Holly held his prick deep until it began to throb in her mouth. Then she started moving her lips up and down his cock shaft, determined to make his blood boil. Her cheeks bulged, receded, then bulged again. His cock shaft disappeared, reappeared, then disappeared again. Each time his cock came back into view, it was redder and wetter.
"Oh, baby, if you don't stop, you're going to get a mouthful of cum. My prick is hot."
Holly knew his cock was hot, but she also knew that it would be safe to suck a little longer. So she did just that. She raced her hot, clinging lips up and down his red prick shaft, massaging every bump and tantalizing every nerve. The plumber moaned, and his cock throbbed, and the widow slobbered noisily.
Spit trickled from the corners of her stretched mouth and ran down his cock shaft. But her quick-moving lips spread it out evenly along his prick. The man was so delighted that he began to bounce on the balls of his feet.
Holly, with stretched lips and bulging cheeks, bobbed her head back and forth on his cock. She loved the meaty taste, the strong aroma and the intense heat. His prick was just what she needed to satisfy her hunger. She was also glad that the man was able to hold back his climax for so long; it gave her ample time to suck.
But finally, with heat waves soaring through her head and lightning bolts shooting through her tits, she brought his big prick to the boiling point. The thick shaft swelled up in her mouth and began to throb crazily. She kept moving her lips up and down, making his cock hotter and hotter. Her hot sucking nearly drove the plumber out of his mind.
"Ahhh!" he cried, gritting his teeth and yanking on her tits. "That's it, bitch! It's too fucking late! I'm coming!"
The widow sucked his prick in deep at the same time it erupted, and she was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. Thick jizz blasted her cheeks, gums, and throat walls. It bounced off the roof of her mouth. It coated her long tongue. Holly gulped and smacked as she worked the spurting cum down into her belly.
"Ohhhh!" he cried, still bent over. "You're making my prick burn! You cocksucking slut!"
The plumber then released her tits and straightened up. At once, his cock shot a little deeper down her throat and emptied more jizz into her. Holly welcomed the cum, and she sucked loudly and hungrily in an attempt to capture it all.
"Oh, baby!" he finally said after the widow had nearly drained his prick shaft. "Save some for your pussy! Don't drink it all now. Oh, wow!"
Holly knew the man was right. She didn't want to make a pig of herself so soon. After all, there was still her pussy and, if she had her way, her asshole to be filled. So, reluctantly, she pulled her head back and let the half-hard cock slip from her lips. It was one of the hardest things she ever did in her life.
"Now get me hard again," demanded the blue-eyed stranger. "Make my cock stiff so I can shove it into your pussy."
The widow looked long and hard at his slumping, spit-soaked prick. Then Holly placed his fuck shaft in between her tits, pressing them together so that they held his cock in a viselike grip, and she began moving them up and down. The plumber loved it.
Her big, round tits wrapped every inch of his cock, from the hairy root to the gaping piss hole. She showed no mercy as she kept her tits squeezed around his cock the whole time. Soon, her big tits were covered with spit and cum, and they were the color of red melons.
"Ohhh!" howled the plumber, his hands on his waist. "Your tits are hot, too! Oh, hell! What a bitch!"
The widow continued to move her big tits up and down over the plumber's cock. Holly could feel his hardening fuck meat throbbing with intense heat. She could also feel the man's balls plopping against the bottoms of her tits. She moaned deeply as the fire spread through her body.
The mixture of cum and spit that had spread between her tits was soon turned into froth. Creamv bubbles squished loudly each time she bounced her tits. It was a new and erotic sensation for the widow, and she promised herself then and there that she would try it again in the future.
When the plumber's cock was at full attention and bursting through the widow's viselike tits, Holly released his prick and struggled to her feet. She was a bit woozy from having been on her knees for so long, but the man steadied her by seizing her slim waist in both hands. She was impressed by his strength.
"My pussy is on fire," she told him, reaching out and caressing his hairy chest. "I want to be fucked right now!"
"Sure, baby. Just let me get your robe and your panties off. Then we'll get right to it." He removed the last bits of her clothing, then looked down and admired her bushy cunt for a few seconds. "Turn around, bitch! I'm going to fuck you now... from behind! I want you to lean against the table."
With her pussy quivering at the prospect of being fucked from behind by this stranger, Holly turned around and leaning forward, resting her elbows on the table top. She arched her back, spread her legs, and looked back over her shoulder at the handsome, young plumber. His eyes were eating her up.
"Shit, baby! That's some ass you've got. And thighs, too. Boy, am I going to have fun fucking you."
The man stepped forward and seized Holly's slim waist, holding it tight. Then he snuggled closer and worked his hard prick in between her open thighs. The widow sighed when she felt his rubbery cock head sliding across her inner thighs. She gasped when his hot prick bulb struck home.
The plumber kept pushing until his cock head was well beyond her pussy lips. The heat was tremendous, and he trembled momentarily, but then he settled down and pushed his prick deeper. It was a luxuriously tight fit.
"Ungh!" groaned Holly, and she pushed her cunt back toward him. "You're stretching my pussy wide, you big-cocked son of a bitch! Oh, shit! I'm on fire, already!"
Holly lowered her head and braced herself as his prick moved deeper into her pussy hole. Her bare feet slid slightly across the tile floor. Her forearms gripped the table top. Her tits and her hair hung down to the table. She shook her head blissfully.
The plumber pushed his prick steadily forward. He winced as her buttery cunt walls parted to make way for his cock, then closed around the shaft as it went by. The fire shot up into his balls.
"Ahhh!" he moaned, his muscles tensed. "What a hot pussy!"
He worked his cock deeper and deeper, until finally his balls came to rest against her cunt lips. Unable to go any farther, he held his prick still and enjoyed the mind-blowing heat of her fuck tube. He was glad that he was an expert at fixing pipes.
"Boy, oh, boy!" shouted Holly, her hair flying this way and that across the table top. "I can almost feel your cock inside my belly. Pump me, big boy! Pump my fucking pussy!"
The plumber, hearing her words and feeling her clenching pussy muscles, began to work his cock in and out of her fuck hole. His cock slid deep, stretching her pussy walls out of shape, then receded and allowed her cunt walls to close again, then shot deep and stretched her pussy wide. Holly shivered and babbled incoherently as blissful heat waves swept through her fuck hole.
The man slammed his cock in and out of her pussy with brutal strokes. His rough prick shaft jolted her tender cunt walls, making them swell with hot blood. His cock root scraped against her little clit, making it swell and throb, too. She rolled her eyes and licked her lips as her passion increased.
"Uugh!" groaned the man. His ass flew back and forth behind hers. His cock came into view, disappeared, then came back into view. "Ohhh! You sweet-pussy bitch! I'm going to fuck your damned brains out!"
The plumber increased the force of his thrusts. His big prick speared her pussy walls in dozens of places. His heavy balls hammered her cunt lips and the backs of her thighs. He fucked her so hard that her upper body slid back and forth across the table, the friction burning her big tits as well as her elbows.
"Ahhh!" moaned the widow, her eyes dancing crazily. "Your cock is murder! I'm dying! The heat is too much!"
Her teeth rattled. Spit dripped down her chin. Her tits bounced heavily. She couldn't believe the force of the man's thrusts. Was he trying to split her open down the middle?
The plumber plowed into her juicy pussy with abandon. His thick cock churned her dripping cunt juices into froth, then sprayed the froth all over her inner thighs and her cunt hair. He made her pussy walls swell and turn red. His prick was enveloped by a hot, wildly throbbing pussy that sent jolts of bliss racing up into his groin.
"Shiiyyiit!" he moaned. "You're getting wetter every second! Oh, baby! Burn me with your cum!"
"I'm going to right now, you bastard! You're making me come! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh! I'm coming!"
The widow's hot fuck juices erupted from her cunt and flooded the plumber's giant cock. Hot cum poured out onto his balls and thighs. The widow just closed her eyes, tightened her cunt muscles, and braced herself as orgasmic spasms shot through her body.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, shaking her head. "Ahhhhh!"
"I'm still hard, baby!" said the plumber, his balls snug against her pussy lips. "But your pussy juices put a real hurtin' on me! I'm thinking about pulling my prick out of your sloppy pussy and shoving it into your tight asshole. Oh, shit!"
"Don't think about it," said Holly, her cunt still twitching. "Do it! Stretch my asshole just like you did my pussy! I want to be ass-fucked! Really, I do!"
The plumber nodded, then worked his prick back out of her dripping pussy. He groaned as his cock slid past her tightly clinging pussy muscles. Then he gasped when it finally popped free. As his prick hung there, dripping with fuck juice, a steady stream of cunt cream poured out and ran down the back of her thigh. He smiled with satisfaction.
"Mmmmmm!" moaned Holly as she looked back over her shoulder at the hairy young plumber. "Go on, lover, see if you can make my ass feel as good as my pussy... oh, shit! I'm still floating on a cloud." She then stretched out on the table, her cheek resting comfortably on the hard surface, her tits flattened beneath her. Her feet were still braced on the floor, and her ass jutted out behind her, presenting a tempting target for the man's cock.
The plumber, still holding onto Holly's waist, snuggled up to her once again. This time, though, his cock head pierced her deep asscrack and slid all the way up to her little puckered sphincter. There it came to rest, and he took pleasure in the way her asscheeks burned his prick shaft.
"Eeeee!" squealed Holly, wriggling her big ass. "Your hot cock feels good against my asshole. Go on, let me feel more."
The man then thrust his hips forward and drove his prick head through her clinging sphincter. He forced the little brown ring to open and spread wide as his cock delved deep. Holly shrieked at the brutal treatment of her ass, but she wasn't complaining.
The man kept thrusting and his prick kept pushing deeper into the widow's buttery asshole. Her ass walls clung to his cock shaft every inch of the way. He winced and whimpered and groaned until his prick was inside her ass balls-deep. Only then did he relax.
The widow rose to the balls of her feet when her asshole was fully plugged. She could feel his hot prick throbbing mightily against her tender ass walls, its intense heat seeping up into her guts. She drooled and gasped and pushed her big ass back toward the man as her lust mounted.
"Wheeee!" she cried, now bouncing up and down. "Fuck me, you stud! Pump my shit hole with your big prick!"
The plumber began to pump his cock in and out of Holly's tight shitter. His prick stretched her ass walls completely out of shape. It burned her tender flesh. He bucked and groaned as he listened to her shit juices popping.
"Ungh!" he groaned as he plowed into her shitter.
The man thrust hard. His cock stirred her shit juices. His balls hammered her big asscheeks and turned them red. His hairy groin and thighs tortured her soft hips and asscheeks, and made her shiver all over. He couldn't get enough of her hot ass.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned and shook her head.
"Fuck me, big boy! Split my ass open with your prick!"
Holly bounced and swung her ass from side to side as his hot prick seared her ass walls. Her tits throbbed blissfully as the kitchen table jolted them. She spread her legs wider and arched her back deeper in order to feel more of his cock inside her.
The plumber's big prick pistoned in and out of her. Her juicy shitter walls were pushed this way and that. Her stretched sphincter was stretched even more. Lightning bolts streaked through her shit tunnel and up into her belly. She couldn't believe what the man was doing to her.
Holly cried and moaned as her big ass was fucked. Her head spun crazily, her knees grew weak, and she could barely stand. Shit juice soon began oozing down the backs of her thighs. She clamped her eyes shut and wrinkled her nose as his cock grew bigger and hotter.
"Shiiyyiit!" she groaned. "My ass is a ball of fire! Let me feel your cum before I lose my mind! Oh, shit!"
"You will, bitch! I can't hold back much longer!"
The plumber bucked hard and slammed his prick deep. His thrust nearly sent the widow flying over the table. Her tits bounced and her asscheeks jiggled from the impact.
He slammed his cock deep again and held it there, his muscles straining. He then moved his hips in circles and ground his hot prick into her buttery asshole. She cried out and began to pump her cunt muscles around his stiff fuck shaft, the friction taking him over the edge.
"Aagh! I'm coming! Ohhh!" His cock erupted deep within her asshole and blasted her tender flesh with hot cum. Jism coated her slick shitter walls and mixed with her juices to form a very soupy mixture. "Uungh! What a great fuck!"
Shivering from the fire in her ass, Holly pumped her shitter muscles and milked the man's prick dry. Her asshole was soon loaded with jizz, and cum began to ooze down her asscrack. She whimpered loudly, happy with the man for satisfying her.
When he at last pulled away from her, she helped him into his clothes and out the front door with a promise to call again the next time her pipes needed fixing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Holly spent the next week adding the finishing touches to her condominium. She hung drapes in the windows. She had carpeting installed in all rooms but the kitchen. She adorned the walls with inexpensive paintings she bought at a flea market. When her work was done, she had a home that she could be proud of.
One morning, while wearing only a pair of tight red shorts and a red halter, the widow was interrupted from her vacuuming chores by a knock on the door. It turned out to be a tall, good-looking young man, working his way through college by selling magazines. Holly invited him in, then made him sit down on the sofa beside her while she pored through his magazine offerings. He seemed overjoyed by her friendly reception.
"Actually, I'm not much of a magazine reader," said Holly, smiling at the young man. "But I would like to do something to help you. Perhaps I can make you a cash donation?"
"Oh, no," said the youth, running a hand through his thick, wavy, dark hair. "I can't accept charity. I earn all my money by selling magazine subscriptions."
"Well, in that case," said the widow. "How about some pussy?"
"Excuse me?" said the kid. "I don't believe I heard you right. Could you repeat that?"
"You heard me right. Since you won't take my money, maybe you'll take my pussy. I've got a real hot one."
"Well, er, ah, I don't know."
"What's your name, Son?"
"Steve."
"How old are you, Steve?"
"Nineteen."
"Nineteen, huh? Well, Steve, don't you think it's time you got that thing wet? It's not just for pissing, you know?"
"I know. But I, er, ah--"
"Just relax and let me help you, son. I won't hurt you."
The widow was thrilled to have a virginal young man practically fall into her lap. She took his hand and led him into her bedroom, where she wasted no time in stripping him down. When he was stark naked, she pushed him onto the bed. Then she looked down at his strong, lean body, his thick cock hair, and his long, meaty prick. She began drooling shamelessly.
"Are you sure it's all right?" he asked, looking about the room as if he expected someone to burst in at any moment. "What about your husband?"
"I'm a widow, Steve. And I'm all yours. No one's going to disturb us. I'm going to make a man out of you."
Smiling wickedly, Holly stood before the boy and undid her halter strap. She let the little piece of cloth fall to the floor. The youth's eyes widened and his cock hardened.
Holly unzipped her shorts, then slowly worked them down over her shapely hips. She kept her eyes on the youth the whole time, and she smiled with satisfaction as his eyes and his cock grew and grew. When she finally stepped out of her shorts, she took his hand, pulled him off the bed and made him kneel at her feet. The youth was only too happy to obey.
"I want you to remove my panties," she told him as she ran her hands through his hair. "Go on, don't be afraid."
With trembling hands, Steve grabbed hold of the waistband. He pulled the tiny bit of clothing down the widow's long shapely legs. A gasp escaped his lips, and then a moan, but he kept pulling, finally working the panties free of her ankles. His eyes were now as big as saucers.
"You're staring at my pussy, Stevie. Would you like to taste it? Huh? Would you? Go on, don't be afraid. Just reach right in and taste it. Here, let me help you."
The widow placed both her hands on the back of the youth's head, then forced his face into her pussy. At the same time, she lifted one leg and placed her foot on the edge of the bed, so that her cunt was wide open and vulnerable.
"Mmfff!" grunted the youth as Holly forced his mouth deep into her fuck hole. "Ungh!"
"Eeee!" squealed Holly when she felt the boy's hot breath on her pussy lips.
The widow held the youth's head tight as she began grinding her cunt against his face. Steve proved to be a willing student. He soon caught on and began licking her humping cunt as if he were hungry. Holly gasped and sighed as she smeared pussy juice all over the youth's face.
When she saw that the youth was eager to lick her hot pussy, Holly stopped her grinding movements and just held still so that he could get to her cunt on his own without too much trouble. This proved to be a good move on her part. The student immediately shoved his tongue up into her pussy hole, and he worked it deep.
"Eeeeee!" she squealed. "Oooooh!" She held onto him tighter to keep from falling.
Steve soon got over his shyness as her hot pussy clenched his tongue and filled his nostrils with a strong aroma. Reaching up he sank his fingers into her big ass. Holding her tightly, he started to work his tongue up and down her pussy tube. Holly squealed again and trembled as the youth surprised her.
The boy's tongue stretched her pussy walls and filled them with fiery spit. At the same time, he rocked her little clit and made it swell and throb. Holly drooled and rolled her eyes as the heat spread through her cunt.
The widow lifted up on her toes when Steve sent his tongue deeper. She couldn't believe the blissful sensations that were passing through her body. She threw her head back and howled as her juices started to drip.
Steve sucked in her fuck juices and gulped them down hungrily. Then he began reaming the widow's pussy hole in an effort to capture the cream which he wasn't able to suck into his mouth. The widow trembled and cried out sharply.
The youth's tongue slithered around and around her soft, yielding pussy hole, stretching it out of shape. He caused her cunt flesh to swell with hot blood and her clit to throb dangerously. Holly had a hard time keeping her balance.
"Ohhh!" she cried, shaking her head. "You learn fast, don't you, motherfucker? You pussy-eating bastard! Ohhh!"
Steve sank his nails deeper into her ass as he reamed her hot fuck tube. Her pussy muscles clamped down on his tongue and made him groan. Cunt hairs delved into his nostrils and made him snort. But he didn't stop licking, not for a second.
Soon, he started reaching deeper again, his mouth pressing into her pussy lips, his tongue spearing her cunt walls. She gasped, and her pussy muscles contracted, and more fuck juices dripped down to his awaiting mouth. She was a real hot widow, he thought to himself, real hot!
"Ohhhh!" she cried, her hair falling down over her eyes, beads of sweat running down her forehead. "You're making me hot! I can't take much more! Ahhh!"
He paid her no mind, but kept reaching deeper and deeper with his tongue, gathering pussy juice and spreading spit. He could feel hot blood gushing through her cunt veins, and he could feel the suddenly erratic movements of her body. Although he was inexperienced, he knew she was about to come.
"Ahhh!" cried Holly, her eyes rolling back in their sockets. "That's it, dammit! Your tongue is too much! I'm coming!"
The widow, her body overcome with orgasmic spasms, forced the student's face back against her crotch, then flooded his face with steamy fuck juice. She bucked and jerked uncontrollably as her hot juices flowed down her pussy tube and past her cunt lips. It wasn't long before the youth's face was sopping wet.
"Shiiyyiit!" she groaned, pinning him tightly against her. "Eat it, boy! You made it flow, now eat it!"
Steve, having little choice, swallowed what pussy juice he could, but most of her cream dripped down his cheeks and chin before falling to the floor. He breathed through his nose as best he could as the widow trembled violently against him.
Finally, the widow released her grip on his head and let him fall away. The student, taking deep breaths and wiping his face with the back of his hand, climbed up onto the bed and stretched out on his back.
Holly sank to her knees for a second as the last waves of her orgasm swept through her. She placed her hand between her thighs to cup her pussy mound, feeling the wet cum and spit that covered it. The kid was a good eater, she thought. Was he also a good fucker? She decided to find out.
Her head still spinning, Holly climbed up onto the bed with Steve. His cock was jutting up like a rocket when she knelt at his side. Taking his prick in her hand, she squeezed it tightly. It wasn't long before her palm was burning.
"You've got a big one," she said, smiling. "But it's so dry. I'm afraid I'll have to get it wet before I can sit on it. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure, baby, do it. Get it wet. Please, get it wet."
Holly smiled her sexiest smile. Then the widow lowered her head, and she wrapped her lips around his fat cockhead. As she let her fingers drop down to his balls, she worked her lips all the way down his fuck shaft until her nose was swallowed up by the youth's cock hair.
With bulging cheeks and stretched lips, Holly held his prick deep in her mouth for a second or two, savoring its heat and flavor. She could feel his big, rubbery bulb throbbing against the back of her throat and his thick cock hairs tickling her nose. These sensations made her feel good and, after enjoying them for a while, she began to suck on his cock.
With one hand on the youth's balls and the other on his belly, Holly ran her lips up and down his long, fat prick. Her clinging lips spread a trail of spit and fire along the entire length of his cock shaft. Steve bucked up when he felt the heat of her lips, and his prick shot deeper and made her gag.
"Shiit!" he groaned as he plopped back down. "My cock has never felt this good! Oh, yeah, baby! I love it!"
Holly smiled with stretched lips as she continued to suck the kid's prick. Her cheeks bulged, receded, then bulged again. His cock head speared the back of her throat, then stretched her lips, then speared the back of her throat again. Spit trickled down her chin as she worked.
Sucking sounds soon filled the room as the widow's head bobbed up and down on his prick. Her hair flew this way and that. Her eyes bugged out. She gasped for air through her nostrils as his big prick grew hotter and hotter.
"Aaiieee!" howled the student as his blood began to gush through his cock veins. "You're a greedy bitch, aren't you?"
As if to answer him, Holly slammed her lips all the way down to his balls, then sank her teeth into his cock root. Holding it firmly, she began to shake her head from side to side. The student howled and bucked, but the widow's teeth could not be pried loose.
Her long, black hair flew every which way as she shook the cock back and forth. She stirred the youth's cum. She made his blood boil. She rattled his balls. Soon, the bedsprings were creaking and popping as the student went wild beneath her hot mouth.
When his cock swelled up and began to throb, Holly finally released it. The big purple fucker stood straight up, like a fat greasy flagpole. Holly stared at it for a few seconds while she licked the cum and spit from her lips. Then she lifted her knee and straddled the youth's hips.
"I'm going to sit on your big prick," she told him as she placed a knee on either side of his waist. "Hell, you thought my mouth was hot, wait until you feel my big pussy."
"Oh, shit! Do something, bitch! My cock is so hard that it hurts! Please, do something with it!"
The widow looked down at his big fuck tool and grinned. Then she reached down, took his cock root in one hand, and held it tightly while she lowered her pussy down on top of his prick head. The bulb's heat could be felt before it touched her, and when contact was finally made, the widow trembled violently. Apparently, her lips had made his cock a lot hotter than she had thought.
But she was too horny to turn back now. Sucking in her breath, Holly pushed her cunt down over his steamy, red bulb, trembling again when it slipped inside of her. It gave her great satisfaction to know that hers was the first pussy to cover the youth's cock, and she smiled with pride as she pushed her cunt all the way down to the kid's balls.
"Eeeee!" she squealed when her pussy lips finally came to rest against the student's balls. "Oh, what a big cock! Shit!"
"Ahhhhh!" moaned the kid, and he bucked up and shot his prick a little deeper, his thrust knocking Holly up into the air and making her tits bounce heavily. "Your pussy is like a hot rubber glove! My poor prick will never be the same!"
Holly stroked the youth's hairy belly as she pumped her cunt muscles around his cock. She could feel his fat prick head throbbing deep in her pussy, warming her cunt walls. And she could feel the youth's crotch hair tickling her pussy lips. She moaned deeply as she clung to her hot saddle.
"Fuck me!" cried the youth at last. "Move that big ass and show me what you can do to my prick!"
Holly began to writhe, moving her pussy moved around and around, pulling his big prick with it.
Her pussy walls clung to his cock, jerking the skin up and down and squeezing the shaft firmly. Her cunt lips bounced and rolled over the youth's balls, making the fleshy globes swell and throb. She dug her fingers into her hair as jolting heat waves rolled through her.
Steve winced and groaned as fire raced through his groin. His thick cock was deep in her pussy, and he could feel her hot, juicy cunt walls clinging to his fuck shaft. As the heat grew and grew, he grabbed hold of her tits, sinking his nails deep into her soft flesh. He held her big tit mounds tightly while she moved about on top of him.
"Ahhh!" cried Holly as the boy's cock shaft burned her tender cunt meat. "Ungh!"
With fire in her pussy and her tits, Holly began to move her clinging cunt up and down the youth's cock shaft. She held her hair in her fists as she lifted her pussy up to his bulb then lowered it down to his balls again. She did this repeatedly, her cunt muscles clinging to his prick shaft the whole time. She felt every bump and every vein on his cock meat, and she coated his prick shaft with her cunt slime.
"Ahhhh!" cried Steve, and he began to buck up to meet her downward movements. "That's hot, bitch! Oh, shit!"
While her tits burned from the student's tight grip, Holly kept plopping up and down on his big fucker. Each time she rose up, blissful heat waves raced through her cunt hole. And each time she plopped back down, the boy's cock speared her violently and rocked her pussy with lightning bolts. She trembled and gasped as her fuck juices started to drip.
Again and again, she lifted her cunt up and down and, again and again, she was speared by his arrowlike prick head. Sweat began to drip down her body. Her breathing became erratic. Her eyes danced in her head. She threw her head back and howled as her pussy juices reached the boiling point.
"Ahhhh! You're making me come! I'm coming!" The widow trembled violently as a terrific orgasm swept through her. Her eyes rolled. Spit dripped down her chin. Her voice became shaky. Her hot pussy started to spasm and her cunt flooded out. "Eeee! Ohhhhh!"
"You're getting me all wet!" howled Steve, and he bucked up harder and made her asscheeks jiggle. "The heat is too much! Oh, baby! I'm coming too!"
He shook all over as cum erupted from his cock and blasted the widow's hungry cunt. Wad after wad of hot jizz bounced off her pussy walls. He groaned and grimaced with each eruption, and soon filled her pussy with his cum.
"Oh, you sweet bitch! I'll never forget this! You really put a number on me!"
"A number, huh?" said the widow as she looked down at the kid through dreamy eyes. "I'll show you a number."
Holly then began to pump her cunt muscles around Steve's shrinking cock in an effort to suck the last few drops of his cum up into her big pussy. She pumped him hard, the friction sending new waves of blissful heat up into her fuck hole. She moaned and trembled, but finally succeeded in milking his cock dry.
Holly finally lifted her knee and climbed off her saddle. A gasp escaped her lips when his now-limp cock slipped out of her fuck hole. The prick was small and wet, no longer any good for fucking. But that didn't mean she couldn't suck it.
"Oh, yes," moaned Steve when he saw the widow lower hear head to his cock. "I'm all wet down there. Lick me dry."
Holly slobbered noisily on the youth's prick and balls, gathering her own cum and the youth's jizz. She was even able to suck out a few drops from his piss hole, the little that her pussy muscles hadn't gotten. In a short time, she had his cock respectable-looking again.
After lapping up the cum from his belly and thighs, Holly lifted her face and stretched out beside the youth, resting her head on his should. The widow felt completely satisfied, and she was glad that she had satisfied him.
"You're one hell of a woman," he told her as he stroked her swollen, bruised tit. "I hope we can do this again sometime."
"You know where I live. You've got a standing invitation." She then closed her eyes and rested.
CHAPTER NINE
Sunday marked the widow's fourteenth day in her new condominium. The shapely brunette decided that, instead of spending the day alone, she would invite her friend, Jane, over for lunch. She hadn't seen the woman since her move, and she had promised to keep in touch.
It took only a phone call, and Jane accepted the invitation eagerly. Her friend arrived at the condo at noon, and she wore a short, blue skirt and a white blouse. Beneath her outer clothes she wore a black bra, black panties, and black stockings. Her feet were clad in high heels. Her long, golden hair was combed straight down her back. She had a big smile for Holly when the widow opened the front door.
"Jane! I'm glad you could come. I have a hundred things to tell you. Come on in and sit down."
"I'm happy to see you. It's been such a long time... oh, your home is beautiful. I just love the way you have it decorated. Did you do it yourself?"
"I sure did. Every bit of it."
"It's simply marvelous. Oh, I'm so jealous... what about your neighbors? Have you met any interesting people here?"
"Quite a few. But I intend to make friends with more of them. Everyone here is so nice and helpful. I've learned so many things in the last two weeks."
"What sort of things?" asked Jane, smiling wickedly.
"Wonderful things." Holly went on to tell Jane about the party at Ann's place. And about the paperboy. The deliverymen. The student. And even about the manager. She described all the naughty things she had learned in vivid detail, and by the time she was finished, Jane was panting and sweating.
"Shit," said Jane, leaning forward and placing a hand on Holly's knee. "You have been a busy little bitch, haven't you?"
"Damn right, I have. I told you I was going to make up for all that lost time."
"Yeah, but I didn't think you would try to make up fifteen years in just two weeks. Hell, your pussy must be smoking."
"Not smoking, just dripping."
"Yeah, I'll bet it is at that. And you didn't even let me in on any of it. Hell, what kind of friend are you?"
"I'm sorry. I was so busy that I just didn't think about it. But don't worry, there'll be plenty of other times."
No sooner had Holly spoken when there was a knock on the door. She rose to answer it, not knowing who it might be. She certainly hadn't been expecting anyone other than Jane.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to find Mr. Borror, the building manager, standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of black swim trunks, and carrying a towel. Before she could say a word, he grabbed her hand and started talking.
"Hey, baby, how are you? I just came by to see if I could talk you into going to the pool with me. It's such a warm day." Then he saw Jane sitting on the sofa. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company. Boy, she's a real looker. Oh, well, maybe another day."
"No, wait," said Holly, squeezing his hand and pulling him inside. "Don't leave. I want you to meet somebody." She brought the tall, muscular, dark-haired man into her living room and introduced him to Jane. "She's my best friend."
"Well, glad to meet you," said Mr. Borror. "You're a great-looking woman. Too bad you don't live here."
"No, she's married," said Holly. "But she still loves to fuck. In fact, I was telling her about you only a few minutes ago. You know, how you fucked me down in your office the first day I came here. She got really excited when I gave her all the details. I think she digs you."
"My friend speaks the truth," said Jane, reaching up and running a hand through her blonde hair. As she did this her blouse came tight across her tits, and two large bulges could be seen. "I really do love to fuck. And after hearing what you did to Holly, I'm convinced that you're the man for me."
"Of course, if you'd rather go swimming," said Holly.
"Hell no! The hell with swimming. This big gal needs me."
Mr. Borror reached out, and he threw his arms around Jane, squeezing her tightly against him. He lowered his face, then crushed his lips against hers. Their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace, and Holly could see they were hot for each other. While the widow stood there watching, Mr. Borror unbuttoned Jane's blouse, then unzipped her skirt. The blouse fell open to reveal Jane's black bra, and the skirt fell to the woman's ankles to reveal her panties, garter, and stockings. Holly studied the contrast of the black stockings against the woman's creamy white thighs as Mr. Borror reached down and cupped Jane's crotch.
"Eeee!" squealed Jane, and she stepped out of her high-heels and out of her skirt. "Ooooooh! Mr. Borror, shame on you."
The building manager reached around the blonde to unsnap her bra strap, then pulled the bra free of her tits before dropping it to the floor. Holly's eyes widened at the sight of her friend's huge, round tits pressing into Mr. Borror's hairy chest. They looked like ripe melons ready to be plucked.
"Oh, shit, baby," said Mr. Borror as he slid both hands down Jane's back, and then inside her panties. "You're a real hot bitch, you know that? Real hot!"
"I know," said Jane, pressing her crotch against the manager's cock bulge. "So why don't you cool me off."
"Sure thing, let's go back into the bedroom. Holly won't mind. Hell, she can even join in if she wants."
"No," said Jane. "I want you to fuck me on the floor, just the way you did Holly down in your office. Okay, lover?"
"Okay, baby. But first get down on your knees and make my cock wet. I hate fucking with a dry cock."
"My pleasure, lover."
Holly sat down on the floor and watched Jane fall to her knees at Mr. Borror's feet. The woman's tits bounced heavily when she dropped down, and her asscheeks jiggled enticingly, threatening to burst from the tiny pair of panties restraining them. Holly had never realized her friend was so well-built.
Jane grabbed the waistband of Mr. Borror's swim trunks. Then she yanked the trunks down his legs and free of his feet. After tossing them aside, she looked back up at his long, erect cock, heavy balls, and thick, dark crotch hair. She decided at once that it was going to be a pleasure getting his cock wet.
"Suck it, baby. It's waiting for your hot lips."
Jane shot Holly a quick glance, and her lips curled up in a smile. Then the big, blonde housewife leaned forward and snaked her tongue up the entire length of the manager's cock. His prick bounced up and down as she licked it again and again.
"Aagh!" moaned Mr. Borror when a lightning bolt shot through his cock shaft. "Ohhhh!"
Jane continued to snake her tongue up and down his big prick. The blonde caressed every bump and every nerve as she massaged his sensitive cock meat. She covered his prick with her spit in only a dozen strokes or so. And after a dozen more strokes, she had the man teetering and gasping.
Her long red tongue raced from the man's hairy balls all the way to his swollen prick head, then back down again. She licked hungrily and sloppily, her frantic strokes causing his prick to sway this way and that. Soon, his big fuckshaft resembled a diving board.
"Ungh!" he moaned, as he grabbed the back of the woman's head. "Oh, yeah, baby! Oh, yeah!"
Jane then began to concentrate on the man's big, purple bulb. She ran her tongue around and around the wide rim, and tantalized the many nerves throbbing each time her tongue passed over them. The man howled and swayed, but Jane continued to lick.
When his rim turned red with swelled nerves, Jane began to lick the sloping front of his prick bulb. She massaged the slick surface with slow, deliberate strokes. She could feel his cock head throbbing against her tongue, and the tingly sensation made her feel warm all over.
"Oh, baby!" cried Mr. Borror. "That's some good licking. Now, how are you at sucking? Are your lips as hot as your tongue?"
Instead of telling him, Jane opened her mouth and showed him. She wrapped her greasy lips around his swollen prick head then worked her lips all the way down the shaft to the man's balls. His cock stretched her cheeks wide, filling her mouth so completely that she was forced to breathe through her nose.
"Ungh!" he moaned, still holding the back of her head. "That's showing me! Oh, boy, what a pair of lips!"
Jane held his prick deep for a while, letting its heat seep into her gums, jaws, and tongue. She loved the way his fat cock head throbbed against the back of her throat, and the way his thick crotch hair scratched her nose. She imagined herself a champion deepthroater.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" groaned the man. "I'm on fire!"
Jane's mouth was on fire, too, and the big blonde decided that now was a good time to start sucking. She moved her lips back to the man's prick head slowly and steadily, all the time clinging to his thick cock shaft. Then, when the rim started to stretch her lips, she pushed her lips forward again, not stopping until her nose was swallowed up by the man's thick crotch hair.
Jane didn't stop for long, though. Almost immediately, she brought her lips back again to his prick bulb, only to move them forward as soon as the bulb started to stretch them wide. Mr. Borror just held her head gently, guiding it back and forth on his cock. Jane kept sucking steadily, her clinging lips massaging every inch of the man's prick meat. She spread a trail of fire and spit all along his cock shaft, from his balls to his piss hole. The man's blood was gushing through his cock veins, causing his big prick to get redder and fatter.
Jane's hair flew back and forth as her head bobbed. Spit trickled down her chin, her stretched lips unable to contain it. She knew that the man was on fire, and that his cock was ready to blow. But she didn't want it to blow before she had had a chance to wrap her pussy lips around it.
The woman stopped her hot sucking just as quickly as she had begun it, and she let his prick slip from her mouth. But before Mr. Borror could complain, she fell backward onto the carpet, yanked off her panties, then spread her legs wide to show him her golden-haired pussy lips.
"Damn!" he said, looking across at her stocking-clad legs. "You've got a nice, ripe pussy, don't you? Just right for fucking!"
Holly, too, thought her friend's cunt was nice and ripe, and she found herself staring hungrily as Mr. Borror climbed on top of the woman. But Holly could also see that Mr. Borror's cock was plenty big enough to stir Jane's pussy juices. The widow made herself comfortable as she watched the two go at it.
"Mmmmmm!" moaned Jane when the man's chest flattened her tits. She moaned again when his prick pressed into her cunt lips.
Mr. Borror reached under her, and he sank his fingers into her big ass. Then, holding her tightly, he worked his cock head into her fuck hole. A gasp escaped his lips when his cock plowed through her clinging cunt walls and slid deep into her fuck hole, not stopping until his balls came to rest against her pussy lips.
"Eeeee!" squealed Jane. "You really know how to fill a girl up, don't you? Boy, you don't waste any time at all. Mmmmmm."
"Your cunt feels so good that I don't want to waste any time," he said, and he began to slam his cock in and out of her fuck hole.
His ass rose up and down between her widespread thighs as he tunneled in and out of her. Jane threw her arms around his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his back as bolts of lightning shot through her pussy.
The soft carpet caressed her ass and back. The man's hairy chest burned her tits. She tingled all over as her body was filled with electricity.
His thick cock head speared her pussy walls in a dozen or more places, stretching them every which way and setting them afire. His rough prick shaft jolted her tender cunt flesh and made it swell and throb. His cock root scraped against the woman's little clit and made it, too, swell and throb. Jane was almost out of her mind with bliss.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, shaking her head. "Fuck me, you stud! Let me feel that cock of yours!" She bucked up into him and nearly flattened his balls.
"Ungh!" groaned Mr. Borror. "You're a hot one, bitch!"
The manager began to thrust his cock in different directions in order to spear every inch of the woman's fuck hole. He drove her cunt walls completely out of shape, and he made her pussy juices drip. Loud squishing sounds filled the air.
Jane moaned deeply as the hairy manager plowed his prick in and out of her juicy fuck hole. She could feel her swollen pussy walls being stretched and jolted and burned. She could feel her cunt lips being driven apart. She dug her heels into the man's back as come juices welled up inside her.
"Ahhhh!" moaned Mr. Borror. "You're making my prick awfully hot! I don't know how much more I can take!"
Mr. Borror, his cock throbbing mightily, slammed his hips down between her thighs as hard as he could. His passion was soaring. All he wanted to do was to fill her big cunt hole with his cum.
Heat shot through his cock shaft and boiled the cum in his balls. Pussy froth sprayed from his prick to her belly and inner thighs. Sweat dripped down his body. He breathed raggedly as he fucked the shit out of her.
Jane shook her head and rolled her eyes as her lust increased. She met each of his thrusts with those of her own, her cunt lips pounding his balls brutally. She was soaked with sweat and pussy froth as her juices finally boiled over.
"Ahhhh!" she cried, shaking her head. "I'm coming!"
"Ohhhh!" cried Mr. Borror when he felt her burning pussy juices flowing. "Me, too! I'm coming, too! Ahhh!"
Their juices spilled forth as they bucked against each other. The air was filled with squishing sounds, moaning and groaning, and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
Holly watched closely, finding the whole episode very erotic. Her own pussy was wet just from watching. She happily realized that this new life was right for her, and she hoped that it would never end.
