Experts still argue whether the human animal is naturally monogamous. There is no single agreed upon answer to the question. Some people seem to be perfectly happy with a single marriage partner, but others seem to need the excitement and variety of an endless parade of bed mates to achieve even the barest semblance of happiness.
When the protagonist of HOUSEWIFE WITH A HOT MOUTH, Denise Davis, discovers that her husband is having an affair with his secretary, she asks herself if she is happy with a single lover. She sets out to discover the answer.
HOUSEWIFE WITH A HOT MOUTH is a story which explores a problem which will probably be settled. For every example there will always be an exception. No matter what decision the experts come up with, if they ever do, it will still remain a decision each individual must make on his or her own. Perhaps this book will be a guide to some.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
As the elevator ascended to the ninth floor of the luxurious new office building, Denise Davis took one last quick look at herself in the mirrored interior. She wanted to make sure she looked good for her husband, Dick. She was going to surprise him with an invitation to lunch.
Denise wasn't disappointed with what she saw--a petite blonde with a pretty face and a fantastic figure. She fluffed out her honey colored curls and gave a little tug to her dress so that the neckline dipped even lower, showing the deep cleavage of her full ripe tits. She wanted Dick to be thinking about her all day, so there'd be plenty of action when he got home.
The elevator opened, and Denise walked briskly down the carpeted hallway to Dick's suite of offices. Workers were already leaving for lunch, and she hoped she wasn't too late to catch Dick. She'd been thinking about him since the moment she woke up, and she was anxious to get sex on his mind. He'd been so busy lately, their love-making was long overdue. Denise reached his private office and paused a second to fluff out her hair again.
That was when she heard a giggle from behind the closed door. Her ears pricked up, and she moved closer. There was some kind of scuffling going on in there, some people laughing softly. Denise's curiosity was aroused, and she quietly opened the door to have a look. Dick and his private secretary Lorna were just leaving the reception area and going into his private office.
There would have been nothing unusual about that, except that they were holding hands. Denise could hardly believe her eyes.
She closed the door quietly behind her and tiptoed toward the private office. Knowing it was lunch hour and thinking they were alone, Dick and Lorna hadn't bothered to close the door. Denise peeked out from behind a partition just in time to see them kissing. "Oh, God, no," she murmured. That wasn't just a peck of a kiss between friends. It was a hungry sensuous kiss. Dick and Lorna were darting their tongues into each other's mouth and rubbing their .bodies together. There was no mistaking the fact that these two had the hots for each other. Denise was in shock as she watched. She'd never had a clue that anything was wrong with her marriage. Or had she?
She was feeling so horny lately because Dick never seemed to have time to make love. He was either working late at the office or he was too tired. Maybe this was the explanation--he was having an affair with his secretary. Still, it was a shock. Denise and Dick had been married only five years, and already he was running around on her. She just wondered how long this kind of thing had been going on.
"Mmmmm, darling, I've been thinking about you all morning," Lorna purred as they finally came up for air. "I could hardly concentrate on my work."
"The feeling is very, very mutual, baby," Dick leered as he ran his hands up and down her tall sleek body.
Denise barely stifled a sigh. No wonder Dick was attracted to Lorna. She was everything his wife wasn't--tall, dark-haired, with small high-riding tits. Denise was a beautiful woman, too, but she was just the opposite physical type. If Dick wanted some novelty, he'd gone to the right girl. Now he was unbuttoning the front of her dress, his hands deft and quick. One thing Denise had to say for him, he was an expert lover. He had Lorna's dress open to the waist in a matter of seconds.
He slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her little lacy bra. The bra had a front catch, and he popped it open and slid the cups aside. Lorna hardly even needed that bra. Her apple-size tits stood up perfectly firm and thrusting without it. The satiny globes were capped with small red nipples, and Dick reached out to rub them with his thumbs, teasing them into hard rosy nubs.
"Mmmmm, Dick, we better hurry," Lorna said, her voice husky with need. "We've only got an hour."
"That's plenty of time to do things right," Dick said, cupping her tits and squeezing them. "I don't like to rush, especially with something as gorgeous as you."
Denise fought the urge to march in there and beat both of them with her purse. It wouldn't do her any good to confront Dick at a time like this. She could end her marriage right then and there, and she sure as hell wouldn't make him forget about Lorna. His eyes were hot and lusty .as he fondled the young woman's silky-skinned tits. Lorna leaned back against the edge of his desk, looking at him with half-closed sensual eyes.
"You're making me so hot, honey," she breathed, "real soon I won't be able to wait."
Dick just grinned and went on leisurely fondling her tits, but Denise noticed that the fly of his expensive suit was bulging. She almost groaned with need. It must have been a week since Dick had fucked her, and she was dying for that big hard cock of his. But here he was about to use it on another woman. It was almost more than Denise could take.
Damn you, Dick, she thought furiously.
He dipped his head down and started licking Lorna's stiff little nipples, and she gurgled with pleasure. Her head lolled back, her heavily-lashed eyes at half-mast. She was a gorgeous woman all right, and very horny. Denise could understand how Dick was attracted to her. But that didn't excuse him from being faithful.
He caught one of Lorna's erect rosy nipples between his lips and started to suck it. Denise could hear the lewd wet sound twenty feet away in the hall. Again she almost moaned with need. She loved it when Dick sucked her nipples. She felt the large pink cones stiffening as she thought about it. They rose into long rigid nubs, poking out under her dress. She ached to feel her husband's juicy wet tongue rimming and teasing those supersensitive buds.
But obviously it wasn't going to happen tonight. Dick would be all fucked out. He'd be "too tired" as usual, or else he'd "work late", which probably meant taking Lorna out to dinner and having another fuck at her place. Denise watched in helpless anger and longing as her husband sucked his secretary's nipples and left them glistening with his hot spit.
"My turn," Lorna smiled.
She removed his jacket and vest and tie and shirt, then ran her fingers through the dense hair mat of his chest. Again Denise could hardly bear to watch. Dick in his late twenties was a fantastically attractive guy, tall and superbly built, with a devastating grin. No wonder Lorna couldn't keep her hands off him. The guy was so sexy, Denise had never looked at another man in their five years of marriage.
Well, things were going to be different now.
If Dick could cheat, so could she. She felt a plan of revenge forming in her mind. Still she couldn't draw herself away from her spying. It hurt to watch, yet she found herself fascinated in some kinky way. She'd never watched other people making love before. In spite of everything, it was turning her on. Her pussy was all hot and swollen and wet.
Now Dick was removing Lorna's dress. It was followed soon by her shoes and pantyhose. She stood before him in just a ridiculously tiny pair of black bikini panties. By now Dick's cock looked like it was trying to tear its way out of his pants. The bulge at his fly was huge. Glassy-eyed with lust, he seized the waistband of Lorna's panties and eased them down.
Denise found herself shivering with arousal as she watched the first dark pussy hairs pop into view. Lorna's bush was as beautiful as everything else about her, a dainty little triangle of sable-brown fur. Dick let the panties slither down her long shapely legs, and she kicked the little garment away. Then she reached for Dick's belt, her fingers moving quickly and skillfully.
Denise licked her lips and watched almost without breathing as Lorna removed Dick's belt and unzipped his fly. It was a major operation getting him undressed, he wore so many clothes, but Lorna made quick work of it. At last she was carefully peeling his shorts down over his hugely engorged cock. Denise ached to be in her place. All week she'd been thinking about that hard slab of meat, wanting to touch it, lick it, take it in her hungry little cunt.
But another woman was going to have all that fun. Lorna helped Dick out of his shorts, and his massive eight-inch prick wagged heavily and lewdly before him. Lorna dropped to her knees and fisted the fat hairy base of his cock. It was so thick she could hardly get her fingers around it. She directed the big purple head of his cock down to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, wet and gleaming, and she began to lick.
"Yeah, baby, that feels great," Dick sighed.
Denise drooled as she watched. So often she'd done just what Lorna was doing, eagerly whipping her greedy little tongue all over that big purple knob of flesh. She liked to do that till she got his cream going and she could have a tasty snack. It looked like Lorna was after the same thing. She kept licking, fast and expertly, and soon the thick juice was oozing from his piss hole for her to lap up. "Mmmmm, mmmmm," she murmured. She was spearing up each big bubble of cream with the pointed tip of her tongue. She rolled it around in her mouth, savoring the taste, then gulped it down and tongued for more. Denise could hardly contain her raging horniness as she watched. There was hardly anything she liked better than going down on her husband and eating up his hot salty cream.
Dick was leaning back against his desk and watching with a lusty grin as his beautiful brunette secretary swirled her wet tongue all over his sensitive cock head. Denise wanted to walk in there and belt him in the mouth. That would wipe the smug look off his face. But she remembered a saying: Don't get mad, get even. That's what she'd do, all right. She just had to figure out how she was going to do it.
Now Lorna was opening her red-glossed lips as wide as she could and bringing them around the swollen head of Dick's cock. She leaned forward and sheathed about half his eight-inch prick in her hot juicy mouth. She drew in her cheeks and began to suck, and Dick gave a horny shiver. His face began to twist into a lusty grimace as the pretty brunette suctioned the hot cream out of his cock and gobbled it.
"Shit, yeah, honey, that's great," he moaned, gripping the edges of the desk. "Be careful, though, I'm damned close to coming."
No wonder--he hadn't been laid in a week. At least not at home. Denise could testify to that. Unless he'd been jacking off in the bathroom, he hadn't gotten any relief around their place. Denise would gladly have offered it to him, but he hadn't asked. More likely, he'd been spending a lot of time with Lorna. He seemed to have been working late a whole lot these past few weeks.
"Awwwww, yeah, fantastic," he sighed.
Lorna's hugely stretched lips zipped up and down the thick blue-veined shaft of his cock, leaving it coated and shiny with her hot spit. Dick was clearly enjoying hell out of her expert blow job, yet he couldn't let it go on too long or he'd sizzle his come right down her beautiful throat. And since he still had half a lunch hour to enjoy her, he didn't want to do that.
"Okay, honey, that's enough," he said hoarsely.
Lorna slowly and reluctantly released his massive hard-on from her mouth, and it slapped his belly wetly as it rose free. Dick helped Lorna to her feet and leaned her back against his huge leather-topped desk, spreading her legs a little. Then he knelt before her and thrust his tongue between her thighs. As it contacted the sensitive swollen flesh of her pussy, she moaned with delight and gave a lusty quiver.
"Ohhhh, yes, darling, lick me," she cried, "lick my pussy all over."
Again it was all Denise could do to keep from groaning with jealousy and need. She urgently needed all those delicious strokes of Dick's tongue on her own fever-hot pussy, and it was hell watching him go down on another girl. Yet in some perverse way she was also getting aroused as she watched. Her pussy was steaming and soaked, her panties drenched with her helplessly gushing cream. She kept creaming steadily as she watched Dick's big red tongue tiding all over his secretary's pussy.
"Ohhhhh, honey, I love it," Lorna whimpered.
She'd thrown her head back, and her beautiful face was contorted with lust. Juice was starting to pour from her aroused cunt. Dick licked up some of it, and the rest ran down her long legs in a continuous silvery trickle. Denise could identify with that. So often Dick had used his expert tongue on her slit and made her cream like that. If only he were doing it to her right now! She felt like she'd die of frustration if she didn't get off.
It was a terrible chance to take, but she just had to play with herself. She reached up under her dress and slipped a hand down inside her panties. Quickly she found the most sensitive and sexy-feeling part of her body, the small slick lump of her clit. She began to rim it with her fingertip, working in a quick urgent motion. Hot stabs of pleasure ripped through her pussy, but she never took her eyes off Dick and Lorna.
"Unnnhhh, Dick, I can't take much more," Lorna was moaning, "I just have to come."
"Don't be in such a hurry, honey," Dick chuckled, "we've still got twenty minutes."
"Is that all?" Lorna gasped. "Oh, Dick, please fuck me now, otherwise we may not have time."
"Not to worry," he grinned. "Haven't I always timed these things perfectly?"
Always? It sounded as if his affair with Lorna had been going on for quite some time now. That made Denise even more determined to get even with him. Grimly she went on masturbating as she watched, her lust tinged with anger. Dick was using the stiff tip of his tongue to tease and whip Lorna's clit, and the lovely secretary was just about losing her mind. The trickles of juice that ran down her legs were turning into torrents. She gripped the edge of the desk till her knuckles went white.
"Please, Dick," she whimpered, "I just have to come. I won't be able to work this afternoon if I don't get off."
Dick rose to his feet and leered at her. "I'd never leave a lady in distress," he said. "Why don't you come over to the couch, and I'll see what I can do."
"It's about time," Lorna moaned. She hurried over to the huge black leather couch that lined one wall of Dick's office. That really got to Denise, because she and Dick used to fuck on that couch a lot when they were first married. She'd pop up to have lunch with him, just like she'd done today, and they'd be so hot for each other, they'd forget about lunch and make love instead. That seemed like a million years ago now. It was all she could do to get Dick to make love in their own bed. At least now she knew why.
Lorna climbed onto the couch and crouched on her hands and knees. Dick knelt behind her, his eyes hot with excitement as he ogled her swollen cream-soaked slit. There couldn't be any doubt in his mind that this lovely young woman was hot for his cock. He fisted his rigid boner and socked the fat hard head into her cunt, stretching the delicate opening wide. He pushed into her maybe two inches, then paused as if deliberately teasing her.
"More," she begged hoarsely, clawing the couch, "give me more, give me the whole damned thing, Dick."
Grinning broadly, Dick glided his stiff prick into her. He did it with maddening slowness, making Lorna whimper with need. For the first time that day Denise didn't envy her. Obviously she was just a sex-toy to Dick. He got off on driving her wild with need. She was somebody new to fuck, that was all. The bastard probably even still loved his wife.
In fact Denise knew that was true. Dick did love her. He just wasn't content with one woman, that was all--so why should she be content with one man? Urgently she rimmed her cream-soaked clit with her fingertip and watched her husband sinking his cock in another woman's cunt. He pushed till only his balls showed, big and swollen and coated with coarse fur.
"Ohhhh, God, yesssss," Lorna sobbed. She had his whole cock now, and he wasn't playing games any more. Grasping her slim hips, he began to fuck into her with quick urgent strokes. Denise saw him glance at his desk clock and then fuck Lorna even faster. He had everything timed, everything planned. His sex life was just like his business, and maybe that was why he was successful in both.
"Fuck it to me, honey, fuck me good and hard," Lorna moaned.
It was agony for Denise to watch this. She needed a good hard fucking herself. She needed it so bad, she could have screamed. But all she had was her own finger, when what she needed was a thick eight-inch cock hammering in her cunt. She didn't have a choice, so she crammed her middle finger up her pussy and started pumping it to the rhythm of Dick's hard-driving cock. One finger just didn't get it, so she crammed in another one.
"Unnnnhhhh, Dick, fuck hard, fuck my brains out," Lorna yelled.
Her eyes were tightly shut as she hurtled to the very brink of climax. Dick was almost there himself, and he fucked into her with lightning speed, his flat belly slapping loudly against her ass. Her slender body shook and shuddered with the impact of his fucking, yet she was obviously loving it. She stiffened for a second, gasped, then began to convulse.
"Ooooooo, baby, you did it, I'm coming!" she wailed.
"Awwwwww, fuckin' Christ, awwwwww!" Dick roared Denise was familiar with that roar of release, and it triggered her own orgasm, even though it was Lorna he was fucking, not her. She leaned back against the wall, out of sight, pumping her two fingers in her exploding cunt, giving herself blast after blast of pleasure. When it was finally over, she quietly left the office.
So much for surprising her husband. Now what was she going to do?
CHAPTER TWO
Dick managed to make it home for dinner that night, but he said he had to go back to the office afterwards and work late. Denise knew exactly what that meant, so she didn't feel a bit bad as she dropped her little bombshell on him. As he was finishing his dessert, she said she had an announcement to make.
"I'm going back to work," she told him.
"Like hell you are," Dick exploded. "No wife of mine has to work."
"Dick, I'm bored around the apartment with nothing to do," Denise said, "and we agreed not to have any kids for a few more years. I might as well be out earning money. And besides, I've already got the job."
"You do? Where?" Dick demanded.
"It's in an office building near yours," Denise said. "I'm going to be secretary-receptionist for Archer Enterprises."
Dick thought it over and said, "Well, that's a very respectable company, Denise, but my answer is still no. I don't want my wife to work."
"Dick," Denise said with a tight smile, "go fuck yourself."
Dick slammed out of the apartment, and at breakfast the next morning he wasn't speaking to her. Denise prepared carefully for her first day of work, wanting to make just the right impression. She chose a pink sweater that highlighted her large thrusting tits and a tight skirt that outlined her tiny waist, curvy hips, and nice little ass. She looked sexy as hell, which was just exactly the effect she wanted.
Leaving Dick's building the day before, wondering what to do, she'd stopped for a drink and read the paper. A classified ad had caught her eye: "Are you woman enough to handle an office full of men?" Archer Enterprises was looking for a secretary-receptionist for its all-male office. Suddenly everything had fallen into place for Denise.
If Dick could fuck his secretary, Denise could damned well fuck a whole office staff.
She'd lied when she told Dick she already had the job, but she was confident she'd get it. She'd been a first-rate secretary before her marriage, and she was a knock-out. Her interview was scheduled for ten o'clock that morning, and she made her entrance carefully, thrusting out her magnificent big tits and undulating her hips as she entered the large communal office room. A dead silence fell over the place, and half a dozen men stared at her.
"Hello," she chirped, "I'm Denise Davis, and I have an interview with Mr. Archer."
One man mutely pointed toward an oak-paneled door, and Denise headed for it--slowly, letting them all have a nice lingering look at her superb little ass. She could practically feel the lust hanging in the air, and she knew that if the office staff had its way, the job was hers. She tapped on the oak door and heard a strong baritone voice inviting her in.
"Hello, Mr. Archer, I'm Denise Davis," she smiled as she closed the door behind her.
John Archer wasn't quite as stunned as his employees, but she saw a look of surprise and delight on his face as he rose to greet her. He was a big bear of a man in his fifties, with thick grey hair, expensively dressed. He towered over Denise as he shook her hand, and she found him very impressive. He held her hand just a little too long, just as she'd hoped he would.
"What a pleasant surprise, Mrs. Davis," he said. "I've read your resume, and I see you're a very experienced and competent worker, but I hadn't expected you to be beautiful, too."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Archer," Denise purred.
"You're very attractive, you can do the job," he went on, "so there's just one more thing I want to check out."
He pulled her into a powerful embrace and kissed her on the mouth, stuffing his tongue between her lips. Denise was taken totally by surprise. The man was important, successful, dignified--she just hadn't expected him to move that fast. But as she recovered her wits, she. understood what was going on, and it suited her plans just fine.
Obviously it wasn't enough for her to be an expert secretary and a great-looking girl. She also had to fuck the boss. John Archer was making that very clear as he probed her mouth with his hot tongue and ran his hands up and down her curvy little body. Denise loved it. She'd taken this job seeking revenge on Dick, hoping to make it with other men, and Archer was fitting into her scheme perfectly.
Not only that, he was turning her on like mad. It had been more than a week since Dick had made love to her, and she was desperate for a man's touch. As their bodies pressed hotly together, she felt her pussy heating to the boiling point. Molten cream gushed from her cunt and soaked her panties. She felt ready to do anything this attractive older man wanted from her. But she also sensed that he wasn't looking for a pushover, so as they finally drew apart, she tried her best to look modest and surprised.
"Well, Mr. Archer," she said, "did you find out what you wanted to know?"
"I haven't completed my investigation yet," he smiled. "Please come over here with me."
He led her over to a long armless couch at one side of the room. It was black leather, just like the one in Dick's office. Denise was beginning to wonder if these couches were ever used for business purposes. Archer drew her down to sit beside him, and once again his eyes shot appreciatively over her petite curvy body.
"I think you have all the qualifications I'm looking for in a secretary, Mrs. Davis," he said, his voice a little husky with arousal, "but naturally I want to be a hundred percent certain."
"Of course, Mr. Archer," she purred, "and please call me Denise."
"You can call me John, Denise," he replied, slipping his hands under her sweater.
As he squeezed the tightly packed cups of her bra, Denise shivered and creamed. She hadn't realized till this moment just how hard up she was for sex. Her anger at Dick boiled up again. Not only was he cheating on her, he wasn't doing his duty in bed, either. But now she had the solution to that problem. She'd just fuck other men--any man she damned well pleased. And it looked as if John Archer was going to be first on her list.
Her large ripe tits were ample handfuls for him as he squeezed and molded. Denise's large nipples responded fast to his touch, growing into stiff throbbing nubs. He could feel them through her bra, and he gave a snort of excitement. Then he was reaching around her and unhooking her bra. He pushed her bra and sweater up out of the way and ogled her magnificent big tits.
"Yes," he breathed, "you'd definitely be my kind of secretary."
Denise's tits had always been show-stoppers, even when she was in junior high. All she had to do was walk down a street with her chest thrust out, and men would walk into lamp posts. Her perfectly firm breasts were the size of small watermelons, and the same shape, too. Her light-pink nipples were large and cone-shaped. John Archer licked his lips as he admired her creamy-skinned tits. Then he reached out and cupped them and began to mold the naked flesh.
Denise gave a lusty sigh and leaned back against the couch. Maybe she ought to be acting more coy, but she just couldn't help herself. Her lust was too powerful, her pussy on fire with need. Each time John squeezed her tits, she creamed again, a hot helpless spurt of liquid that soaked her panties. She just wished Dick could see her now, panting and creaming for a perfect stranger. He'd have nobody to blame but himself.
But Dick was probably getting ready for another of his lunchtime frolics with Lorna, and Denise would be the last thing on his mind. She reminded herself of this, and she didn't feel a bit guilty as she allowed John to fondle her naked tits. He dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and started licking her erect nipples. He lathered them with his hot spit, and Denise could barely contain her excitement.
"Does this feel good to you, Denise?" he asked.
"Yessss," she breathed.
"Good, because I hadn't intended to stop," he leered.
Denise had never been unfaithful to her husband. In fact the thought had never crossed her mind till yesterday. She'd been a virgin when she married Dick, and she'd intended to fuck only one man in her whole life. But everything had changed now, and she found herself eager to discover what sex would be like with other men. She wanted to make it with as many guys as possible, and why not? Dick certainly wasn't depriving himself of other girls.
Now John was taking her hand and moving it to the fly of his expensive suit pants. She felt a big hard lump there, which didn't surprise her in the least. It had been hidden by his jacket, but she'd known it was there. She smiled and gave his cock a squeeze through his clothes. Even with all that cloth in the way, she could feel its heat and throbbing. Obviously he wanted her to play with his prick. She didn't hesitate.
She helped him off with his jacket so it wouldn't be in the way, and then she unzipped his fly and opened his pants. Like most businessmen, he wore too damned many clothes. Impatiently Denise tugged down his shorts. His cock snapped free of its prison, wagging stiffly and lewdly from its base of coarse silver hairs. Denise grasped the thick seven-incher and began to pump it, and Archer shivered with excitement.
"Yes, good," he snorted, "keep doing that."
His face was beginning to flush with arousal as Denise pumped his prick in her hot little hand. It certainly wasn't your typical job interview. In fact the scene was pretty bizarre. She'd just met this man a few minutes ago, and here she was sitting bare-titted on his couch, giving him a hand job. But that was all fine with Denise. It fitted in perfectly with her plan for getting even with Dick.
"Lick it," John begged.
Denise was eager. She loved going down on her husband, and it had been a long time since Dick had been available to her. She slipped off the couch and knelt between John's legs, then fisted his cock again and moved it into position, within easy reach of her tongue. She began to lick the swollen purple head of his prick, and he gave a low hoarse groan of lust.
"Yes, that's it," he growled. "I'm very fond of that, Denise, and you do it just right."
It sounded as if she was going to get the job. But she wasn't going to take any chances, so she went on expertly tonguing his engorged cock head. Pretty soon thick bubbles of cream began to ooze from his piss hole, and she eagerly gobbled them up, savoring the hot salty cream. She speared the tasty juice up with the point tip of her tongue, and John Archer watched her with hot horny eyes, obviously pleased with her performance.
"That's good, Denise, excellent," he breathed.
Denise swirled her juicy hot tongue around and around the head of his prick, leaving it glistening with her saliva. As each fat glob of cream rolled from his piss hole, she lapped it up and gobbled it with a greedy gurgling sound. She was really getting into it now, drooling with eagerness, hungry for more and more of his delicious male cream.
Of course she had Dick to thank for that. If he'd made love to her often enough, she wouldn't be on her knees sucking and licking another man's cock. If he'd kept her satisfied in bed, she would never have popped down to his office and discovered him fucking his secretary. But her lust had built up for so long that she just couldn't control it any more, and she found herself ravenous for John's prick cream.
"Mmmmm, uuummmm," she moaned. "Yes, baby, eat all you want," John panted.
Greedily Denise lashed his glistening cock head with her little pink tongue, gobbling up every drop of juice she could find. Still she wanted more, and she drilled for it, reaming out his piss hole with the pointed tip of her tongue. He snorted with excitement when she did that, and he soon fed her more oozing globs of cream. She gobbled them up as fast as they appeared.
"Suck it," he urged, "suck my cock."
Denise fisted the fat hairy base of his prick and crammed the rest into her mouth. He gave a hoarse growl of approval as she sheathed his meat in the hot velvety interior. She drew in her cheeks and began to suck greedily on his cock, suctioning the thick cream from his piss hole. He slumped back against the couch with a look of complete bliss on his flushed face.
Just then his phone buzzed. "Damn," he muttered.
Denise instantly released his cock from her mouth, but as he got up to answer the phone, he reached for her hand and drew her after him. He pulled out his big executive chair and sat in it, swinging to the side and facing Denise. His stiff cock stuck out obscenely, spit-soaked and drooling. The message was clear. He wanted Denise to go on sucking his prick.
He picked up the phone and said in an impressive baritone, "John Archer speaking."
Denise dropped to her knees, fisted his cock, and slid the gleaming purple head into her mouth. John's voice never faltered as he spoke into the phone, but his prick gave a lusty lurch on her tongue and dripped more thick cream. He went on talking about some obscure business deal which Denise didn't understand. She wasn't interested anyway. Her attention was already fully occupied.
She sucked greedily on his throbbing dick, getting all the salty cream she could. She glanced up at John and found his face still flushed and his eyes glassy with pleasure. But his voice was steady. This probably wasn't the first time he'd had a girl suck him off while he talked on the phone. John Archer was turning out to be quite a kinky guy.
"All right, Marvin, good talking to you," he said at last. He hung up and looked down at Denise. "So far you've been excellent," he said with an approving smile. "Now there's just one more little test I want to conduct, and if you pass it, the job is yours. Please stand up."
Denise reluctantly let his spit-soaked boner snap from her lips and got up. John positioned her to lean forward and brace her hands against the edge of his huge marble-topped desk. Her pert little ass was thrust out, and he . ran his hands over it, exploring and petting the firm globes. Then he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He slipped his hands under the waistband of her pantyhose and panties.
"This won't take long," he said hoarsely.
Denise creamed like mad as he slipped the garments down and helped her step out of them, leaving her naked below the waist. Then she heard the rustle of clothing as he let his pants and shorts drop. His hot hands grasped her hips from behind, and then she gave an uncontrollable moan of lust as she felt his stiff cock gliding between her legs.
His fat cock head slid smoothly over the juice-slick flesh till it wedged into the dripping little mouth of her cunt. John snorted lustily and began pushing his rigid boner up her twat, cramming her with the throbbing meat. It was a heavenly sensation to the horny young housewife. She soaked his meat with a huge sizzling burst of cream.
"Ooooooo, yessss," she squealed, "stick that big thing in me, John, give me all of it."
"You'll get it, all right, baby," he growled, "every inch of it."
He thrust to her womb, completely filling her with his steel-stiff cock, and Denise clutched the edge of the desk and gurgled with pleasure. It had been far too long since she'd taken a stiff cock, and she was way overdue for a good hard fucking. John Archer proceeded to give her just what she needed. She howled with delight as he began to hammer his big boner hard and deep in her famished pussy hole.
"Ohhhhh, God, yesss," she hissed, "fuck me, John, fuck me good and hard."
Her hoarse cries of pleasure aroused him even more, and he fucked into her with jack-hammer force, making her whole body shudder with the impact. Denise gurgled and moaned in ecstasy. He was giving her just the kind of rough deep fucking she craved. It was the kind of fucking tier husband wasn't giving her any more. It was too bad she had to go to a stranger to get it, but she didn't feel guilty about it, not a bit.
"Yes, yes, that's it," she panted, clawing the desk top, "fuck my pussy hard."
John Archer found it hard to conceal his surprise that such a gorgeous woman should be so horny. How could her husband possibly neglect her? But she wasn't faking her lust. No woman could fake that steady hot creaming. His cock was soaked with her juice, and the molten liquid overflowed her cunt and gushed down her legs. Her twat was hot as a blast furnace around his hammering prick.
"Ooooooo, make me come, John," she squealed, "I just have to come."
"Don't worry, honey, I'll get you off," he growled.
Still pistoning his cock fast and hard into her flooded little box, he reached around her and found the pulsating lump of her clit. He grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead it, giving her hot stabs of pleasure. That double stimulus to her cunt and clit was all Denise needed to take her right over the edge into a body-wracking orgasm.
"Ohhhhhh, God, yes, I'm coming!" she howled.
She started coming and couldn't stop. She was having a whole chain of orgasms, one after the other. Her pent-up lust was boiling over as John pounded his stiff prick in her convulsing box. She hadn't realized till now just how desperately horny she was--thanks to her dear husband. She moaned with relief as the hot blasts of pleasure ripped through her body. Then she felt the boiling flood of John's jizz filling her twat.
"Take it, baby, I'm coming!" he roared.
Denise gurgled blissfully as he shot his load into her. When he'd finished coming, she turned to him and asked with a grin, "Well, do I get the job?"
John was still flushed and catching his breath. "You've got it, all right," he exclaimed. "You can start right away if you want."
Denise beamed. Her plan for revenge was launched. She was going to fuck every attractive man in the office, she decided. John Archer had just been an appetizer before the main course.
CHAPTER THREE
Denise began her new job the next day. By now Dick was speaking to her, but only grudgingly, and of course he was doing a lot of "overtime" at his office. Denise didn't care. She had her own office to go to, and it was filled with nice-looking men.
Best of all, there weren't any other women to compete with. When Denise walked in that first morning, every male eye was on her. Guys were tripping over each other to pull out her chair, bring her coffee, show her around. She could see that she wasn't going to have any trouble at all finding lovers. It was just a matter of picking and choosing.
Ted Billings, the office manager, had the inside track with her, though, because he was the most important person next to Archer himself, and his job was to go around supervising everybody else. That gave him plenty of excuses to stop by Denise's desk and make time. He managed to brush against her a lot, and he beat out the others in asking her to lunch.
"How about stopping by my place after work and having a drink?" he asked as they returned to the office.
"Thanks, Ted, I'd love to," Denise smiled.
She found Billings very attractive. He was a big tall guy with reddish-brown hair and mustache, maybe in his mid-thirties, and he had a sexy twinkle in his eyes that really turned her on. He gave the impression of being a guy who was really fun in bed. Denise certainly intended to find out. As five o'clock approached she began to feel very horny.
Then she remembered that she hadn't called Dick to tell him she'd be late. Reluctantly she dialed his office and was told he'd left a message for her. He and Miss Lawson--that was Lorna--had had to attend a meeting, and he wouldn't be home till very late that night.
"Okay, Dick," Denise muttered as she hung up, "two can play that game, and I bet I can play it a lot better than you can."
Ted lived in a modern apartment building not too far from the office, a nicely-furnished bachelor pad on the fifth floor. He made an excellent martini, and when her glass was half empty Denise found herself getting all warm and tingly and relaxed. No doubt Ted had planned it that way. He was eating her up with his eyes. It wasn't hard to guess what he was thinking. But not knowing how ready and eager she was, he proceeded cautiously.
"What does your husband do, Denise?" he asked.
"He's in business," she answered. "He works a lot, day and night. He's almost never home."
Ted got the hint. He scooted closer to her on the big cushiony couch, till their thighs were almost touching, and said, "I bet you get lonely."
"Oh, I do," Denise cooed, "I get very lonely. That's why I want back to work. I need to make some friends."
"Consider me your friend," Ted said, leaning down to kiss her.
Denise's belly did lusty flip-flops as he eased his tongue between her lips and probed around in her mouth. Her cunt squirted hot cream, soaking her panties. It had been very exciting fucking John Archer that afternoon, but it hadn't gone far toward satisfying her stored-up lust. It had just whetted her appetite for more fucking.
Seeing that she wasn't going to pull away or protest, Ted got bolder, cupping her big thrusting tits and squeezing them through her sweater. Her nipples responded, going rigid and hot against his palms. He began to breathe heavily, and he slipped his hands up under her sweater and fumbled with the catch of her bra. He got it open and slid his hands onto her naked tits, and she creamed again as he began to squeeze and mold. Her big tits were supersensitive, and it aroused her wildly to have them fondled.
Finally Ted broke off the kiss and looked at her with hot glazed eyes. "I won't beat around the bush, Denise," he said. "I want to take you to bed. How about it?"
By way of reply Denise slid her hand onto his crotch and gave it a squeeze. He snorted with lust and pulled her to her feet, then scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. There was a king-size bed with a spread of fake fur and lots of fur-covered throw pillows. Denise had the impression she wasn't the first young lady who'd been entertained here. The room was all set up for sex.
Ted set her down on the bed and started undressing her, and that was when she noticed the stack of erotic books on the bedside table. These weren't just cheap girlie magazines, these were handsome hard-cover volumes telling about every aspect of kinky sex. Obviously Ted had sex very much on his mind. He noticed where she was looking and grinned.
"Sometimes my dates need to get more turned on," he said, "and I have them read one of those books. Would you like to look at them?"
"Ted," Denise laughed, "I don't need anything to turn me on. I'm already turned on."
That made him undress her even faster. When he had her naked, he arranged her on her back, knees bent and legs spread wide. As he took off his own clothes, he ogled her naked body, his eyes darting eagerly from her moist pink slit and little blonde bush to her ripe tits, which stood up firm even when she lay on her back.
He ogled her, and she ogled him. He had a powerful hairy body, and he was built the way a man should be, broad in the chest and shoulders, narrow in the hips. But naturally Denise was most interested in his cock, and she watched breathlessly as he skinned out of his shorts. His prick was a beauty, about seven inches long and very thick. It hugged his belly in a fierce hard-on. He saw where she was looking and laughed.
"My cock's been that way since the first day you walked into the office," he chuckled.
"Hmmmm, then it's high time we did something about it," Denise grinned.
He crawled onto the bed, his massively engorged cock drooling thick rivers of cream. Denise shivered with need as he crawled between her legs and let himself down on her. Although she'd already been fucked once that day, her need for a cock was overwhelming. She greedily arched her body to meet the first hard thrust of his steel-stiff prick, and she moaned as he crammed her full of the hot throbbing meat.
"Unnnnhhhh, yessss, get into meeee," she hissed.
She threw her legs around his waist and locked them there, taking his thick cock as deep as she could get it. She craved to be stuffed and filled with it, and he gave her what she wanted, thrusting to her womb. She drenched his meat with her molten juice. Ted shoved his hands under her ass and cupped it, then began to fuck into her in long, slow, sensuous strokes.
"Christ, you're so wet and hot," he panted.
No wonder--her darling husband had been neglecting her in bed for quite some time. She was about as horny as a woman could get. With each deep lingering thrust of Ted's cock, she moaned gratefully and soaked his meat with hot cream. Greedily she rubbed her swollen clit against his sawing shaft, getting hot stabs of pleasure.
"Ahhhhh, yes, it's so good," she whimpered.
Ted couldn't help wondering, just as John Archer had, how such a beautiful sexy woman could get to be so horny. Denise acted like she was starved for a good fucking, yet Ted couldn't imagine why her husband didn't keep her well-fucked. If she'd been Ted's wife, she'd never have gotten out of bed. He wanted to ask her about all this, but he sensed that she didn't want to talk about it.
She just wanted to be well fucked, and he was happy to do the job for her. Since the moment she'd appeared in the office he hadn't thought of anything else but getting her into bed. Now he had her, and it was even better than he'd imagined. Her body was hot and smooth and lively, her cunt was deliciously slick and gripping. He was trying to fuck her slowly, to spin out his fun, but it wasn't easy.
"Fuck me harder, Ted," she was whimpering, "really give it to me."
If he fucked her hard, he'd come sooner, but what the hell. That was what the lady wanted, and it matched his own horny instincts, too. He wanted to fuck her till her teeth rattled. He gave a lusty growl and started hammering his dick into her very hard and fast. She responded with a wail of delight and another sizzling flood of cream that drenched his plowing cock.
"Yes, that's it, fuck me hard," she moaned, "as hard as you can, Ted."
He tightened his grip on her lustily churning ass and fucked into her with lightning speed, his muscular ass knotting and jerking. Their bodies slapped loudly together, and Denise wailed with pleasure and clawed his shoulders.
She was fucking right back at him, jerking her hips to his rough rhythm, and as her cunt grew tighter and tighter, he knew she was about to come.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she babbled, "fuck the living shit out of me."
Ted couldn't remember ever being so aroused by a woman. This big-titted young blonde was driving him out of his mind with excitement. He'd hoped to prolong their love-making, but he knew he was going to come like a bomb in just a matter of seconds. Denise's cunt was clamping like a vise around his meat, sucking at his cock as if trying to draw the jizz right out of his balls.
"Ooooooo, shit, oooooo, I'm coming!" she screamed. "Ohhhhhh, God, I am coming!"
"Awwwwwww, fuck, aaaggghhh!" Ted roared.
He couldn't hold back the explosive come that ripped through his body. He fucked Denise violently, filling her cunt again and again with the sizzling juice. She clung to him and sobbed with pleasure and relief. She'd needed to come so damned much. But even as her delicious climax began to fade, she knew that one orgasm wasn't going to be enough to satisfy her tonight.
She kept a tight grip on Ted, her greedy little cunt clamped snugly around his meat. Then her strongly-muscled cuntal tube went into action, gripping and releasing his cock in a steady sensuous rhythm. Ted gave a snort of excitement and didn't try to roll off her. He was getting great sensations from her come-soaked box. Raising himself on his elbows, he looked down at her with a pleased grin. "You want more?" he asked. "You bet I want more," Denise grinned. "I'm just getting started."
She felt his cock swelling and hardening inside her, and she creamed all over it. He leaned down and gave her a deep steamy tongue-kiss, and as he kissed her his prick mushroomed to its full proportions, stretching her gripping box and throbbing against every inch of it. When they finally came up for air, Ted's face was flushed and his eyes were hot with horniness. He'd gotten his second wind now, and he felt like he could fuck all night.
"Let's try it this way," he said, rolling off her and turning her over.
Denise quickly assumed the doggy position, and she shivered with anticipation as Ted grasped her curvy hips and knelt behind her. He socked the engorged head of his prick into the juicy pit of her cunt mouth, then began pushing into her with tantalizing slowness, spinning out the pleasure of that first delicious thrust. Denise clawed the fur spread and gurgled with excitement.
"Yesssss," she hissed, "stick that big thing into me, give me all of it."
Like Ted, she felt she could fuck all night. She had so much lust stored up, it would take that long to satisfy it. She creamed furiously as Ted's big cock gradually filled her horny little box, and he watched the pearly cream squirt out around his shaft and run down her legs. He didn't think he'd ever met a woman so horny, it just seemed bizarre that such a beautiful girl should be so hard up for sex.
But he wasn't going to pry. He was just going to enjoy what he had. He glided his throbbing boner to her womb and paused a second, savoring the searing heat and velvety walls of her juice-slick box. Then he began to fuck her in a rough steady series of jabs, and she responded with squeals of delight and more hot rushes of cream. Here was a woman who obviously loved to fuck. Why wasn't her husband taking care of her?
Then he thought he had the answer. With sympathy he asked, "Denise, is there something, er, wrong with your husband, that he can't make love to you?"
"Oh, I don't think so," Denise purred. "He fucks his secretary just fine."
"Oops, sorry," Ted said.
That should teach him. He wouldn't pry again. Clearly this pretty little blonde didn't want to talk about her idiot of a husband. He had to be an idiot, Ted thought, to neglect Denise for some other woman. There couldn't be a more exciting woman to fuck than this hot-cunted housewife. He hammered his stiff prick into her faster, harder, and she responded with moans of ecstasy and even heavier creaming.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, fuck hard, I love it!" she cried.
Denise was beginning to think she might just get all the fucking she needed tonight. Ted was strong and tireless, fucking away like a machine, his thick cock pistoning fast and hard in her hungry cunt. She. closed her eyes and shut out everything but the marvelous sensations she was getting from his plowing cock. Each deep lunge gave her a hot explosion of pleasure.
It had been a long time since Dick had fucked her like this. For the past few months it had been nothing but quickies, when she was lucky enough to get fucked at all. He'd roll on top of her, give a few thrusts, and then it was over. He'd fall asleep right away. Denise was beginning to feel like one of those inflatable fuck-dolls, just there to be used, not to please.
But with Ted it was different. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. He wanted to impress her with his love-making. So far she was pretty impressed. His big rock-hard cock was diving deep in her smoking little fuck hole and giving her fantastic sensations. She just wished they could go on forever.
"Fuck it to me, Ted," she moaned, "give it to me as hard as you can."
Ted gave her what she wanted, fucking into her so hard that she had to grip the fur spread in order not to be knocked over. His flat belly slapped loudly against her upturned ass, and the bed began to rock and creak. This was the nearly-savage fucking she craved. Her face twisted into a lusty grimace, and she kept her eyes tightly closed as she hurtled toward orgasm.
"Yes, you big bastard, keep doing it that way," she gasped, "fuck me crazy." Ted hammered his stiff rod into her, making her petite body shake with the impact. He wondered how she could take such a brutal fucking, but clearly she loved it. She was creaming buckets, soaking his pistoning cock. Her tiny cunt got tighter and tighter around his prick, hotter and hotter, and he sensed that she was about to come like a bomb.
"Ooooooo, shit, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" she screamed.
His prick was absolutely soaked with her sizzling come, and the pearly juice overflowed her box and flooded down her legs. Ted had to keep a tight grip on her hips or she would have bucked and writhed away from him. He'd never seen a woman come so hard before. Whatever the reason, this little lady just wasn't getting enough sex. But he was going to do his best to give her all she wanted.
She'd no sooner finished coming than he drew his dripping still-stiff cock out of her and rolled onto his back. His soaked prick stood straight up, rigid and inviting. He didn't have to tell Denise what he wanted. She crawled over to him, her eyes hot and hungry as they focused on his fat seven-incher, and she threw a leg over him and straddled him, touching the dripping mouth of her cunt to the fat purple head of his cock.
so Then Ted seized her tiny firm waist and socked his prick into her with all his force. He knew he didn't have to be gentle, not with this girl. She was after a thorough rough fucking, and he was only too happy to give it to her. She wailed with delight as he rammed his steel-hard boner to her womb, and she gurgled and moaned as he began to piston his meat inside her.
"Unnnhhhhh, yeah, that feels so good," she cried.
Ted especially liked the woman-on-top position because of the terrific view. He could watch his partner's face and see her every reaction to his fucking, and he could watch her big tits swinging heavily and bouncing. He could watch his cock doing its work, hammering in and out of her little fur-fringed cunt mouth. Everything he saw was a powerful turn-on. As his excitement carried him away, he fucked into her faster and faster.
"Unnnhhhhh, yes, really give it to me," Denise moaned.
This little lady didn't seem to like it any way but hard. She wasn't interested in any slow or gentle love-making. She was out to prove something, Ted thought, or maybe to find out just how much fucking she could take before she was satisfied. He'd tried to get her all fucked out tonight, but she seemed as hot as ever.
"Ohhhhh, God, make me come again," she whimpered, "I just have to come again."
Ted hammered his prick into her with all his speed and force, making her petite body bounce and shake. She rode his cock like a bucking bronco, her luscious big tits waving and bouncing. He watched her pretty face contort with lust and her eyes close tightly as she shot to the very edge of orgasm. Greedily she tried to prolong her pleasure, working her cunt around his meat, squeezing and releasing.
Ted tried to hold out, but her powerfully-muscled little cunt was sucking the jizz right out of his balls. "Take my load, baby," he groaned, "take it, aaaggghhhhh!"
Denise sobbed with ecstasy as she came. It was her second adultery of the day, the second time she'd fucked a nearly total stranger. Yesterday she would never have dreamed of doing something like that. But yesterday she hadn't been aware of her husband's cheating.
After watching Dick fuck his secretary, Denise didn't feel a big guilty about doing some cheating of her own.
"Let's have a drink and a little rest, then do it again," Ted suggested with a leer.
"Fine with me," Denise purred.
CHAPTER FOUR
Denise didn't get home till quite late that night, but she was surprised to discover Dick waiting up for her. He'd fallen asleep in front of the TV, but as she walked in, he blinked and jumped to his feet.
"It's almost midnight, honey," he said anxiously, "where have you been?"
"To the movies," Denise lied. "I mean, really, Dick, you can't expect me to sit around the apartment all by myself night after night when you work late."
She headed for the bedroom, leaving him to think that one over. If he was going to go out in the evening to get it on with his secretary, he had no damned business asking Denise where she'd been. He must have realized this, because when he followed her into the bedroom a moment later, he didn't ask any more questions.
He didn't try to make love, either, so it must have been a pretty hot night with Lorna. Denise felt a twinge of jealousy as she fell asleep, but she was too tired out to think much about the situation. Ted had literally fucked her till she couldn't take any more. For the first time in months she felt well-fucked and ready to sleep without any horny tossing and turning.
Unfortunately that well-fucked feeling wasn't there when she woke up the next morning. If anything, she was more horny than before. It seemed like the more she got laid, the more she wanted. It was a good thing she had a whole office full of men to take care of her needs. She just wished she could tell Dick that she didn't need any of his stingy fucking now--but she wasn't quite ready for a showdown.
She hadn't been at work very long that morning when the office sales manager, Lew Jordan, stopped by her desk and asked her to lunch. Lew was a blond banty, a handsome guy in his late twenties who wasn't much taller than Denise herself. What he lacked in height he made up for in personality. He could charm the socks off anybody, and he was an extremely successful salesman. That was why John Archer had promoted him to the top sales position in the company.
Denise eagerly accepted the invitation to lunch, suspecting that it was just a prelude to a bigger invitation. She was right. Over shrimp cocktails Lew kept edging closer to her in the booth, angling for a better view down the front of her low-cut dress. He was eating her up with his eyes. Since Denise had chosen the dress just for that purpose, she didn't mind in the least.
"How about stopping by my place for a drink after work, Denise?" Lew leered. "Your husband won't mind if you're a little late getting home, will he?"
"Oh, I'm sure he won't," Denise said sweetly. "He'll probably be working late himself."
Lew's apartment wasn't quite as luxurious as Ted's, but it was very attractive, with thick deep carpets and a nice view of the city. Lew made them their drinks and came to sit beside Denise on the long plush couch. She could tell by the lusty gleam in his eyes that his intentions were strictly dishonorable, and of course that suited her purposes just fine. "Bottoms up," Lew said suggestively. "You're not married, Lew?" Denise teased. "Nope," he said, "I never found anybody short enough. Till now, that is. How about divorcing your husband and marrying me?"
"That's a very negative attitude to take, Lew," Denise said with a smile. "You don't have to marry a short girl just because you're short. Why don't you marry the tallest girl you can find?"
"Yeah, and the fattest," Lew laughed, "so I'd have a lot more to love. But seriously, Denise, you're just my type."
He made a grab for her, and she didn't try to avoid it. He pulled her tight against him and kissed her, darting his tongue into her mouth. If she'd wanted to hide her excitement, she couldn't have done it. Her body gave her away. Her nipples went rigid against his chest, and she gave a horny shiver. Then Lew was easing her down on her back and pushing up her skirt.
"You move awfully fast," she exclaimed.
"Not to worry," he grinned, "this is not a rape. This is just a sample of what I can do to make you feel good. If you like it, we can do more, and if not, no hard feelings. Okay?"
"Okay," Denise grinned.
How could she turn down an offer like that? Of course no decent wife would permit another man to lift her skirt and remove her panties, but then no decent wife would have stopped off for a drink, either. Denise felt wicked excitement as Lew rolled her skirt up to her waist and tucked it out of the way. He slipped off her pantyhose and panties, then arranged her with her knees bent and her legs spread wide. He ogled her pretty pink slit and licked his lips.
"Specialty of the house," he announced as he crawled between her legs.
His blond head dipped down between her splayed thighs, and she gave a horny little whimper when she felt his hot breath on her naked pussy. It had been so long since Dick had taken the time to go down on her. She adored having her pussy eaten, and she missed it like crazy. So the first feathery touch of Lew's tongue was like a delicious electric shock to her.
"Ooooooo, yessss," she squealed.
"Relax and enjoy, honey," came Lew's muffled voice. "This is my favorite indoor sport."
Denise lay back in total bliss as he lathered her whole hot slit with his juicy tongue. He wasn't kidding, he really was an expert pussy-eater. He must have practiced for hours--and enjoyed every second of it. He took his time, soaking one area after another with hot spit, and he tongued into every little fold and recess of her gash.
"Ahhhhhh, yes, I love it," Denise moaned. Her pussy responded fast to his tongue. It swelled up ripe and taut, and it radiated fierce heat. Thick streams of juice oozed from her cunt and beaded the taut pink flesh. Lew gave a hungry growl as the tangy-tasting liquid met his tongue, and he began gobbling up her cream as fast as he could get to it. Some of it dribbled down her ass crack, and he tongued right after it. Then he drilled his stiff tongue right up her cunt to get more.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, Lew, I love that," she moaned.
"You like my tongue in your cunt?" he leered.
"Yes, yes, give me all of it," she begged.
He shoved his hands under her lustily churning ass and held her pelvis still. He made his tongue long and stiff. Then he crammed it into her cunt, shoving it right to the root in that steamy juice-filled little hole. Denise almost flew off the couch. It was a heavenly sensation for the horny young housewife to have her cunt full of hot throbbing tongue.
"Yes, Lew, that's wonderful," she sobbed, "don't stop, fuck me with your tongue."
His head began to bob up and down, and Denise clawed the couch and whimpered in ecstasy as he pistoned his stiff tongue in and out of her hungry little fuck hole. She'd thought that after the marathon fucking Ted had given her last night that she'd never be horny again, but she was wrong. She couldn't have been more wrong! Her lust was back in full force as Lew reamed her twat and drank her cream.
"Ohhhhh, my God, I love it," she moaned. "Please keep doing it to me, Lew, make me come with your big ol' tongue."
Naturally Lew was wondering, just like the others had, how in hell Dick Davis could have let his beautiful sexy blonde wife get so horny. The man had to be out of his mind. But his loss was Lew's gain, and the eager salesman took full advantage of it. He drove Denise to a fever pitch of excitement with his spearing tongue, skillfully working her to the very brink of orgasm. He could feel her cunt steadily tightening around his tongue, a sure sign that she was about to come.
"Do it to me, do it to me," she babbled, clawing the couch and soaking Lew's face with her hot gushing cream.
Lew renewed his grip on her hot little ass. Her natural instinct was to writhe with pleasure, but if she did that he couldn't keep his tongue in her slippery cunt. He held her still, and then he tongued into her with all the speed and force at his command. She wailed in ecstasy and arched her body up to take his hammering tongue as deep as she could get it. Her cunt grew molten hot inside, gripping and tugging at his deep-plowing tongue.
"Ohhhhh, God, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" she screamed.
This time Lew just couldn't control her violent writhing and bucking, so he let her go and rose to his knees to watch her. She was coming like a bomb, thick hot cream spurting from her spasming cunt. Lew drooled at the sight of that pearly liquid, his very favorite snack, and as soon as she stopped coming, he dived for it, cleaning up her hot come-juice with his greedy tongue.
"Mmmmmmm, that feels nice," Denise gurgled.
"That was just for openers, honey," he leered. "I'm gonna do some more pussy-eating here, if that's okay with you."
"I'd love it, Lew," Denise said, "but don't you want to get undressed?"
"Not yet," he said quickly, as if he didn't want to talk about it. "I've got something else on my mind just now."
He plunged his face between her legs and started to lick. It felt great, and it soon chased all other thoughts from her mind. But as she floated away on that cloud of pleasure, Denise wondered why he was so reluctant to take off his clothes. Scars? Not proud of his body? Or maybe he thought he wasn't very well hung. She'd find out. But nobody who could eat pussy like he did had any reason to be ashamed of his body. He was a fantastic pleasure-giver, no matter how he looked. "Ohhhhh, Lew, yessss," Denise hissed. He'd already taken excellent care of her cunt, and now he was taking care of her clit. He was using the stiff tip of his tongue to rim her ultrasensitive joy button, and it felt fantastic. A steady hot buzz of pleasure radiated out from her clit and involved her whole pussy. She creamed heavily and helplessly, the molten juice gushing down her ass crack.
Lew paused in his clit-rimming now and then to dart his tongue down in the steamy cleft of her ass and gobble up her cream. When he did that, Denise couldn't help noticing how exciting it felt to have his hot wet tongue lashing her puckered little shitter. But then just about everything this guy did with his tongue was exciting. He must have a black belt in pussy-eating or something.
"Unnnnhhhhh, Lew, you're driving me crazy," she moaned. "Suck me, honey, make me come."
She knew she was being greedy for orgasms, but she just couldn't help it. For months now she'd been horny, never getting enough loving from her husband, and now that stored-up lust was bursting out like water through a broken dam. She couldn't be coy or modest about her needs. Greedily she shoved her clit at Lew's mouth, letting him know how urgently she needed to be sucked off.
Lew knew exactly what to do. He caught her swollen joy button between his lips and began sucking on it, and Denise screamed in ecstasy. His sucking was as expert as everything else he'd done to her, and she creamed helplessly, soaking his face with the molten liquid. Each successive suck brought her closer to the orgasm she so urgently needed. She clawed the couch and arched her body, shoving her clit hungrily against his lips.
"Ooooooo, shit, I'm gonna come," she panted, "I'm almost there."
Lew had a special way of taking ladies over the top, and he used it now. Still sucking fast and hard on her violently throbbing joy button, he inserted the tip of his little finger into her tiny hot asshole and started pumping it. Denise screamed. She'd never felt anything so kinky and exciting, so incredibly pleasurable. Then he rammed his finger as deep as he could into her steaming brownie, and she came.
"Ahhhhh, whhaahhhhhhh!" she howled. "Ohhhhhhh, God, am I ever coming!"
Lew couldn't keep her squirting clit between his lips, she was coming so hard, so he raised his head and watched her climax, still pistoning his finger in her shitter. She came just as hard as the first time, thick hot cream gushing from her cunt and flooding down over his hand. Obviously this sex-starved young woman was going to need several orgasms before she even began to be satisfied. But Lew knew just how to handle that.
As she finally began to come down from her body-wracking climax, he popped his finger out of her ass and said, "Roll over, honey, and I'll do something really wild to you."
Greedy for all the kinky fun she could get, Denise obeyed instantly, rolling onto her hands and knees and presenting him with her luscious bare ass. She could feel him breathing hotly on it, and she knew he must be leaning very close and inspecting the tiny puckered mouth of her shitter. That just added to her wicked arousal. Then she felt him licking her sensitive asshole, and she gurgled with excitement.
"Ohhhhhhh, my God, ohhhhhhh," she gasped.
Lew was sticking his tongue up her ass. It was a fantastic sensation. She creamed hugely, unable to stop the molten rush, and she clawed the couch and whimpered in ecstasy. He glided his tongue clear to the root in her tiny hot shitter, then began to fuck her with it, pistoning the slippery meat stiffly in and out of the little hole.
"Ohhhh, fuck, Lew, that's wonderful," Denise sobbed, "do it to me forever."
She could have taken those delicious sensations for a long, long time, but she knew she was going to come very quickly. The stimulus was just too much, too mind-blowing, for her to hold out. Each deep thrust of Lew's long rigid tongue was ecstasy for her, and the pleasure built in her ass and pussy till she couldn't contain it any longer.
"Ooooooo, fuck, shit, I'm coming!" she howled.
Lew grasped her hips tightly and kept tongue-fucking her spasming little asshole as she came, making her climax doubly long and intense. Denise came harder than she'd ever done in her life. Then she collapsed. She'd had three fantastic climaxes, one after the other, from her cunt and clit and asshole. Even a girl as horny as she was needed a rest after an experience like that. Behind her she heard Lew removing his clothes.
"I get the impression you don't mind if we fuck," he chuckled.
"I'd love to fuck you, Lew," Denise answered.
Now she was going to find out why he'd been reluctant to undress. She fixed a receptive smile on her face as she turned to look at him. Then her mouth dropped open. There was nothing wrong with his body. He was well-muscled, nicely built, and he had no scars. The only thing unusual about Lew Jordan was that he was hung like a horse. "Surprise," he leered. "I'm surprised, all right," Denise said, gawking at his wrist-thick nine-incher. "I mean, you seemed so uptight about taking off your clothes."
"This thing's quite a distraction," he said, looking down at his incredible hard-on, "and some girls get scared off. How about you, Denise? Think it might be too big for you?"
"Let's find out," Denise gurgled. She could hardly wait to take that monster of a cock into her famished little cunt. She rolled onto her back and flung one leg up over the back of the couch, opening herself to him completely. Lew gave a snort of lust and threw himself on top of her. She gasped as his enormous rock-hard cock began to stuff her cunt. It felt like a baseball bat. But it was incredibly exciting taking a cock that size, and Denise creamed heavily, making his way slicker and easier.
"Unnnhhhhh," she gasped. "Easy," Lew panted, "just relax, it's gonna be okay."
He was right. He managed to plow his huge boner clear to her womb without hurting her. Denise breathed a sigh of relief. He began fucking her in deep, slow, sensuous strokes, and it felt fantastic. She couldn't stop creaming, and the more she creamed, the faster and easier his fucking got. His long stiff shaft raked over her clit, giving her hot rushes of pleasure.
"Ahhhhh, yesssss," she moaned.
"Feeling better?" he leered.
"It feels great, Lew," she panted, "just fantastic."
He shot her a triumphant grin and fucked into her even faster. She clawed his shoulders and gurgled with pleasure as his giant cock reamed every inch of her slippery cuntal tunnel. It was going to be so easy to come. His stiff shaft was massaging her clit steadily, and she flew to the brink of climax and lingered there, moaning and shivering. She didn't want to come just yet. She wanted to go on enjoying Lew's incredible cock.
"Fuck it to me, fuck hard," she moaned.
"You sure you can take it?" he asked.
"Yes, I can do it now," she said. "Just give it to me good and hard, Lew, make me come."
"Will do," he leered.
He started fucking her very fast, making the couch quiver and creak. Denise had never felt so thoroughly fucked in her life as now, with his massive cock cramming her so full she could hardly breathe. But she loved every second of it, and each deep lunge of his prick made her groan with ecstasy. She soaked his pistoning meat with blast after blast of sizzling juice. Lew sensed that she was almost ready to come, and he looked down at her eagerly.
"Denise," he said hoarsely, "just say no if this doesn't appeal to you, but when I come, would you take it in your mouth?"
"Of course, Lew," Denise said, "I'd love to."
"Great," he said, "most girls are afraid to."
Afraid of choking, that is. Denise could see their point. But she wasn't afraid. She ground her swollen joy button against Lew's pistoning shaft, and in another second she was coming. As she let out the first wail of release, Lew couldn't hold back his climax, and he frantically whipped his juice-soaked prick from her cunt and straddled her, aiming his enormous boner at her lips. She opened her mouth and took it eagerly.
"Eat it, baby, eat my come!" he roared.
He filled her mouth with molten jizz, and she gulped it ravenously, her body shaken by blast after blast of orgasmic pleasure. Lew howled with bliss as she sucked him off and gulped load after load of his delicious come. Maybe at this very moment Lorna was sucking off Dick. Denise didn't care. At least she told herself that.
CHAPTER FIVE
John Archer was having some clients in for a meeting the next day, and he had Denise help him set things up in his private office. A large conference table and heavy chairs were brought in, and Denise saw that there were ashtrays, note pads and pens at each place. Then, to her puzzlement, Archer took a small throw cushion from the couch and put it under the table.
"What's that for?" she asked.
"That's for you, Denise," he grinned. "Me?" she cried.
"We'd better get you into position," he said. "They're due any minute."
Only as he was helping her under the table did Denise realize what he was up to. "John, you're out of your mind," she squeaked.
"Indulge me," he laughed. "I've never tried this before, but I'm sure it'll work."
Denise huddled up beneath the table, and a moment later John's clients arrived. If anybody had thought to glance under the table, he probably would have seen Denise, but John cleverly distracted his guests with conversation and the preparation of drinks. Then everybody sat down, John taking his place at the head of the table. He called for order and began to conduct the meeting.
This is insane, Denise thought.
But it was also funny, and it was a challenge. She crawled over to John and knelt on the little cushion. She reached up and unzipped his fly, and his voice didn't falter. But there was a bigger test to come. She drew his big semi-hard cock out of his pants and began petting it. She thought he gave a horny shiver, but again his voice remained steady.
She leaned down, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick his cock. With the first electric contact, there was just a little catch in his voice, and probably only Denise noticed it. Because, of course, Denise was the only one who knew what was really happening. The others had no idea that Archer had stashed his secretary under the table to give him a blow job while he conducted the conference.
Probably nobody would have believed him even if he'd told them that. It was just too outrageous. From the sounds of their voices, Denise could tell that his guests hadn't a clue to the bizarre activity taking place under the table. She coated her boss' prick with her hot spit, lathering every inch of it, and then drew it into her mouth.
As she caved in her cheeks and started to suck, John's voice remained normal, but his cock gave a lusty lurch and mushroomed to its full thick seven inches. It forced her lips wide apart, and it pushed into the back of her throat. Denise almost choked. She drew back a little, praying she wouldn't cough. That would be a pretty hard cough to explain.
She fisted the thick base of his cock so it wouldn't choke her again, and then she got down to business, sucking hard, her head bobbing up and down. She only had to remember to be quiet. None of that lewdly loud sucking that usually got guys off. She could feel John's cock throbbing like crazy on her tongue, and soon thick globs of cream began to ooze from his piss hole.
"Mmmmmm," Denise began, then stopped herself.
Luckily nobody had heard that little moan, because they were talking. She reminded herself not to do it again, no matter how excited she got. But she couldn't keep from drooling all over John's cock as she gobbled and ate his delicious cream. That stream of juice was getting thicker and thicker as his excitement mounted, and his cock felt hot as fire on her tongue. She speeded up her sucking, and again he gave a horny shiver.
She just wondered if he was going to be able to control himself when he came. It would be pretty funny if he couldn't. How would he explain things to his clients? In a mischievous mood, Denise made her blow job as exciting as possible, reaming his piss hole with the stiff tip of her tongue, playfully nibbling the head of his cock. That took him by surprise, and he stuttered a little, but he quickly recovered.
Denise started sucking very fast and hard on his cock, trying to drive him out of his mind with excitement. His prick throbbed violently and leaked a steady stream of juice, but still he droned on in a perfectly-normal voice. He'd caught on to her game, and he seemed to be challenging her. She reached into his pants and cupped his big coarse-haired balls, giving them a rhythmical massage as she sucked his cock.
She just wished she could see his face. He had to be getting a little flushed by now. But he was an old pro, and he'd surely be guarding his expression carefully. She speeded up her sucking, bringing him right to the edge of climax. When he could hardly hold it back any more, he asked another man a question that required a long answer. Very clever. A second later Denise felt the first sharp sting of jizz at the back of her throat, and her mouth was quickly flooded with the molten liquid. "Aaaaa-choooo!" Archer yelled. About a dozen people said, "Bless you." Then the meeting went on as if nothing unusual had happened. And as far as the clients knew, nothing had. They couldn't see Archer's pretty blond secretary gulping his jizz, his cock still in her mouth. About fifteen minutes later the meeting ended, and when all the men had gone, Denise crawled out from under the table.
"You cheated," she said. "You had to fake that sneeze."
"Well, you were trying to make me blow my cool," he laughed, "and you damned near succeeded. But you did an excellent job, Denise. May I take you to lunch?"
"Oh, dear, some other time, please," Denise answered. "I've got a lot of work to catch up on."
That wasn't quite true. In her determination to fuck every man in the office, Denise had run across one very tough customer, a guy who didn't fall all over her like the others. That was Wesley Taylor, the bookkeeper. Denise had noticed that he brought his lunch from home and ate it in the office while the others were out. Lunch hour seemed the perfect time to get him alone and make a play for him.
Denise had a couple of other offers of lunch, but she turned them down and remained at her desk. When everyone else had gone, Wesley Taylor looked over at her from his desk and nodded approvingly. He was a very hard-working, dedicated man, and he liked seeing someone who'd give up her lunch hour in order to do her job.
As he gave her his thin-lipped little smile, Denise smiled back at him. He was kind of grim-looking and in his forties, but he had a nice lean, hard body, and she bet he'd look handsome without his rimless glasses. Her pussy began to heat and moisten as she thought of fucking him. She'd thought her approach over very carefully, and now it was time to act.
"Oh, this darn bra strap," she muttered, "it's loose again."
Without a hint of bashfulness, she unbuttoned her blouse and opened it. Wesley's eyes got huge behind his glasses as he focused on the fully packed cups of her lacy semi-sheer bra. She'd picked that bra on purpose because she knew he could see through it. She fiddled with her left strap and let him take a good long look. When she glanced up at him again, his face was flushed and he was breathing hard.
"Oh, I hope I'm not embarrassing you, Mr. Taylor," she cooed, "but I figured this wouldn't bother you, since you're married."
"If you can call it that," he replied grimly. "And please, Denise, since we're working together, call me Wes."
"All right, Wes," she smiled, getting up and walking toward him. She took her time, letting him ogle her big quivering tits. "You wouldn't have a safety pin, would you?" she went on.
"I just seem to be coming apart today. Look at this."
She raised her skirt and showed a little tear in the side seam of her panties, a rip she'd made on purpose before coming to work that morning. The panties matched her bra, so he could see right through them, and he focused on her little golden bush. She let him have a good long look. Finally he cleared his throat a couple of times and spoke hoarsely.
"Uh, no, Denise, I don't have any safety pins," he said, "but I do have an emergency sewing kit, and I'd be glad to repair that rip for you." He spoke as if hypnotized, his eyes darting again and again to her bush.
"Oh, Wes, that's be terrific," Denise exclaimed.
She whisked off her panties right then and there and handed them to him. She thought he was going to fall out of his chair. She perched on the edge of his desk, her skirt hiked high, her legs parted a little, so that he got a tantalizing glimpse of her moist fur-fringed pussy. His hands shook as he opened a desk drawer and got out the small emergency kit.
It was a miracle he didn't sew his finger instead of her panties. He kept sneaking glances at her pussy as he worked. Denise was enjoying her little game of turning him on, and she was getting pretty horny as she plotted her next move. Maybe he could even see the pearly cream beading on her swelling clit. He finally finished his job and handed her panties back to her. Instead of putting them on, she laid them aside on his desk.
"Thank you so much, Wes," she purred. "Now let me do something nice for you."
She swung his swivel chair around so that he faced her, and then she dropped to her knees in front of him. She eased her way between his legs and reached for his fly. He stared at her as if he couldn't believe what was happening, and of course she couldn't blame him. She was flirting with him outrageously. She unzipped his pants, then tugged pants and shorts down, freeing his cock. She fisted his prick and leaned down low over it, fanning it with her. hot breath. She began to lick his meat, and he gave a convulsive shudder of excitement. "My God," he moaned. Nothing like this had ever happened to Wes Taylor before. He could hardly believe he wasn't dreaming. He'd only made it with one woman in his whole life, Martha, his wife of twenty-five years. Martha didn't like sex and didn't approve of it. She did her duty as a wife, which was to lie there like a corpse while he fucked her,, but that was all they'd ever done in bed. Martha wouldn't have dreamed of touching his cock or letting him touch her pussy.
But here was this fantastically built little blond licking his cock. It was exciting him out of his mind. Like all the other men in the office, he'd been wildly turned on by Denise, but he'd never dreamed of making a pass at her. She wouldn't want him, he was sure of it. But she seemed eager enough right now, and she was the one who'd made the pass. Wes could hardly believe his fantastic luck.
He watched in amazement as she swirled her hot little tongue all over his prick. His balls heated and filled, and then his cock began to balloon into hardness. He felt Denise drooling onto his meat as it mushroomed. Then his seven-incher was standing up stiffly, and she was lashing her tongue all over it, lathering every inch of it with her hot spit.
"Mmmmmm, just look at that gorgeous hard-on," she purred. "Looks like I'm not gonna miss lunch after all."
Fisting the thick hairy base of his cock, she glided the rest into her mouth. Wes gave a lusty shudder and a hoarse groan as she sheathed his meat in the steam heat and juicy flesh of her mouth. He'd often fantasized that a woman was giving him a blow job, but the reality was even better than his daydream. Denise drew in her cheeks and started sucking his dick, and he slumped back in his chair with a happy moan.
"Ahhhhh, yes, that's wonderful," he sighed, "please don't stop."
Denise drooled helplessly, catching his hot arousal. She knew her conquest was complete and that the normally grim and remote bookkeeper was putty in her hands. She'd broken through his reserve, and he was obviously having the time of his life. One of the guys, maybe it was Lew, had mentioned that Wes' wife was a frigid old battle ax. Denise decided to give the poor man something he couldn't get at home. She sucked hard and fast, arousing him to a fever pitch of excitement.
"Ohhhhh, Christ, that's good," he panted.
His face was flushed and contorted in a lusty grimace, and his eyes were rolling wildly. He was gripping his rock-hard cock into her mouth. He was greedy for her sucking, and Denise gave him all he wanted, making the big office room echo with the obscene wet sounds.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmm," she moaned.
"Unnnnhhhhh, Denise, I'm afraid I'm going to come," Wes groaned.
Denise briefly let his prick snap from her lips, and it hit his belly with a wet slap. "Wes, you go right ahead and come," she smiled. "I'd love to get a whole mouthful of your cream, okay?"
"Okay," he said, breaking into a broad grin. "But Denise, why are you doing all these wonderful things for me? I just don't understand."
"Must be your lucky day," she grinned.
Without another word she stuffed his rigid cock back in her mouth and sucked on it like crazy. Wes gave a happy yelp, and soon he was spinning out of control and fucking her mouth. She kept a firm grip on the base of his cock so he wouldn't ram his meat right down her throat. His hips jerked faster and faster as he pistoned his prick over her slippery hot tongue.
"Ohhhhh, Jesus, I'm almost there," he groaned.
It was one of his big dreams to come in a woman's mouth. He often jacked off to that fantasy. He'd thought of paying a hooker to suck him off, but that didn't quite do it for him. Now at last it was happening just the way he wanted it, a beautiful woman voluntarily and eagerly sucking his cock. Her mouth was like molten velvet around his meat, and she seemed to be trying to suck the jizz right out of his balls.
"Ahhhhh, Christ, here it comes," he gasped, "awwwwww, shit, awwwwww!"
"Ummmmmmm!" Denise moaned as he fondled her mouth.
Wes felt like he emptied ten gallons of jizz down her throat, but even as he slumped back, drained, she went right on sucking. She just couldn't seem to get enough of his cock. And to his astonishment, his cock responded like a teenager's, quickly springing back into hardness. Denise let it snap from her lips, and she stood, rolled up her skirt, and leaned back against the desk. Parting her legs, she offered him her swollen and dripping slit.
"Fuck me, Wes," she begged, "we've just got time before the others get back from lunch."
Wes didn't hesitate. When you were married to somebody like Martha, marriage vows didn't count. You had to grab any fun you could get. Growling lustily he leaped out of his chair and crammed his steel-hard boner between Denise's legs. It was a lucky shot, and they both moaned with excitement as his stiff seven-incher filled her cunt and butted her womb.
"Ooooooo, yesss," she cried, drenching his meat with scorching cream, "it feels so good, Wes!"
"It sure as hell does," he groaned.
He'd never been into a wet and ready cunt before. Fucking Martha was nothing like this. Martha was always dry, but Denise's exquisitely tight little box was slippery with cream. Not only that, it was velvety inside and hot as a blast furnace. While she braced herself against the desk, Wes began to hammer his meat into her, too wildly aroused to be gentle.
"Yes, give it to me real hard, honey," she moaned, "I love it that way."
Wes was delighted to hear that, because there was no other way he could fuck her. His every instinct was to pound his dick into her with full force. As he fucked into her like a pile driver, she grinned at him, her heavily lashed eyes at half mast. She wasn't at all bashful about letting him know that she loved his fucking.
"It's good, Wes, so damned good," she gurgled. "I love the way your big hard cock feels in me."
She saw from the horny flash in his eyes that she was really turning him on with her dirty talk. Good--that was just what she intended to do. She loved making the cold, distant bookkeeper into a drooling sex maniac. And she also loved taking his rock-hard cock. He was fucking her just the way she craved it, hard and thoroughly, reaming the thick cream from her horny little box.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she moaned.
She'd gotten so turned on when she gave that blow-job to the boss, but John hadn't returned the favor. She really needed this pounding Wes was giving her, and she took it with squeals and gurgles of ecstasy. His hammering prick reamed the molten cream from her cunt, and it flooded down her legs. Greedily she rubbed her clit against his sawing shaft, getting blast after blast of hot pleasure, and before long she was teetering on the very brink of a body-wracking come.
"Harder, Wes, fuck my brains out," she groaned.
' Wes was practically coming by now, but he gave her what she wanted, a furious fucking that shook her whole body. Her eyes rolled shut, and she whimpered with bliss. She just hoped nobody came back early from lunch. It would be quite a sight that greeted them, the normally grim and reserved bookkeeper fucking the socks off the secretary. But even if somebody had walked in, Denise knew that neither she nor Wes could have stopped.
They were in too much need by now to have stopped for anything. Denise felt the pleasure building in her pussy till she couldn't contain it any longer, and then there was a huge explosion deep in her cunt that flamed out to consume her. Her cunt went tight around Wes' cock, milking it, and they both groaned as they came together in a searing mutual climax.
"Ooooo, shit, I'm coming!" Denise wailed.
"Ahhhhh, Christ, aaaggghhhh!" Wes roared.
Denise gurgled in ecstasy as Wes hammered his steaming load into her. She was having a powerful come, and it seemed to go on and on. She wished it would last forever, but finally she and Wes were staggering apart, flushed and gasping. They didn't have any time left, according to the office clock. As fast as they could, they got dressed and went back to work. Denise had hardly gotten seated at her desk when Lew walked in.
As he passed her, he leaned down and said in a low voice, "You spent the whole lunch hour with old sourpuss? That must have been pretty grim."
"Oh, it wasn't so bad," Denise smiled. "Wes and I get along just fine. I guess I understand him."
CHAPTER SIX
At breakfast the next morning Dick announced, "I'm going to a convention this weekend, honey. Did I remember to tell you about that?"
Denise struggled to contain her anger. "No, dear, I'm afraid you didn't," she said. "Where is this convention being held?"
"Seattle," Dick said. "I'll be leaving this afternoon, and I'll be back Monday."
So he'd arranged a long weekend with Lorna? Denise seethed with fury. Just how dumb did he think she was? Well, as she'd observed before, two could play that game. While he was out of town, she'd be making it with a different guy every night. That is, if she could find enough men. The supply at the office was running pretty low.
In fact the only conquest Denise had left was the office boy, Tony. He was doing a summer internship and hoping to join the staff permanently when he finished college. But now he was only eighteen, just learning the ropes, and his main duty was to go for coffee and sandwiches and to deliver packages. Everybody liked Tony. He was friendly, good-looking, and smart. Even kind of sexy, Denise thought. But he was so damned young!
Seven years her junior--was that too young for him to be her lover? Denise pondered this at work the next day. What finally made up her mind was something Tony did. Passing by her desk, he "accidentally" brushed against her, then grabbed a quick look down the front of her low-cut dress. When she glanced up at him, he gave her a look of horny longing.
That did it. He might be only a teenager, but he had all the needs and instincts of a grown man. Not only that, he'd be tireless in bed.
Denise looked forward to giving him just what he wanted. As everyone was preparing to leave the office for the weekend, Denise summoned Tony over to her desk. He came running, and of course he couldn't resist gawking at her big thrusting tits.
"Tony, could you spare me a little time after work tonight?" Denise purred. "I want to catch up on some work over the weekend, but this typewriter is too heavy for me to carry. Maybe you could help me get it over to my apartment."
"Oh, sure, Denise, I'd be glad to," he grinned.
So it was all set up. Denise knew that once she got him alone in her apartment she'd have no trouble seducing him. But she didn't make her intentions obvious. She enjoyed the game of enticing and tantalizing men. She was all business as she led the way to her car, Tony coming after her with the heavy typewriter. She chatted about light subjects on the drive to her apartment.
As they walked in the door she naturally thought of her husband. She'd never had another man up to the apartment, and she knew Dick would be outraged if he found out. But then Dick was already in Seattle with his secretary, and they might even be making love at this very moment. Grimly she put her marriage out of her mind and turned to Tony with a big smile.
"Just set it there on the dining room table, Tony," she said. "I'm really grateful for your help. I'd offer you a drink, but I suppose you don't drink yet."
"Just beer," he grinned. "A beer would be great."
"A beer it is," Denise smiled. "Please make yourself comfortable. I'm going to make myself comfortable, too--be right back."
In the bedroom she quickly stripped to her bra and panties, then pulled on a long semi-sheer pink negligee. Through the filmy material Tony would be able to see the outline of her curvy big-titted body. She strolled out again, mixed herself a drink, and poured a beer for Tony. As she joined him on the couch, his eyes swept hungrily over her.
"Are you enjoying your job, Tony?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, very much," he answered, his eyes glued to her deep cleavage.
"You're a very dedicated worker, Tony," Denise went on, "always staying late and doing overtime. But I worry about your social life. Do you ever go out?"
He gave a big sigh. "Oh, yeah," he said, "I've got a girlfriend."
"You don't sound very happy about the situation," Denise said.
Tony reddened a little but confided, "Well, she won't go all the way."
"Hmmmmm, that would be frustrating," Denise said. "Have you ever gone all the way, Tony?"
"Yeah, but not lately," he said gloomily. "It really gets me down sometimes."
"I can imagine," Denise said.
She knew the feeling. She'd been horny for months. Dick was always away, busy, too tired to make love. Only now was she making up for all that frustration. So she knew exactly how Tony felt. He must be like she was a few days ago, way overdue for some marathon fucking. And he'd come to the right place. It was Friday night, her husband was out of town, and she was dying to get laid.
"Oh, how would you know what it's like?" Tony was saying mournfully. "I bet your husband takes good care of you, Denise. If I were him, I sure would."
It was the perfect opening. "You'd be surprised, Tony," Denise said, her voice getting husky with longing. "As a matter of fact, my husband doesn't take very good care of me at all. Here it is Friday night, and I'm all alone That's why I invited you over."
Tony stared at her. "You mean, uh, er?" he stammered.
Denise put her hand on his knee and caressed it. "I'm very lonely, Tony," she purred, "and I really need a man. I thought maybe you could help me out."
Tony still looked as if he couldn't believe what he'd heard, but he was too horny to control himself. He made a grab for Denise and pulled her into his arms. His first kiss landed on her nose, but then managed to find her red-glossed lips. She melted against him and darted her hot little tongue into his mouth. The boy gave a horny shiver and moaned softly. His tongue darted back at hers.
Denise's pussy boiled with arousal, hot cream soaking into her panties. Her nipples went stiff against Tony's chest, and her big ripe tits swelled up taut with lust. Finally she and Tony came up for air, and he reached hesitantly for the belt of her robe. She didn't make a move to stop him, and he quickly untied the belt and opened the negligee, ogling the overflowing cups of her low-cut bra.
Again he hesitated as he reached around her to unhook her bra, but Denise just smiled. He fumbled with the catch and finally got it open. He drew her negligee off, then the bra. Her big melon-shaped tits sloped free into their own firm natural thrust, and Tony gave a hoarse growl of excitement as he reached for them. Denise shivered with pleasure as his hands closed over the sensitive melons.
"Oh, wow, Denise, you've got fantastic tits," Tony said excitedly. "They're better than any centerfold I've ever seen, a lot better."
"Why, thank you, Tony," Denise purred".
She leaned back and let him fondle and squeeze her tits. The crotch of his pants was bulging hugely by now, which wasn't surprising. The boy had been drooling over Denise since the day she arrived at the office, but he'd never dreamed that she'd invite him to spend an evening making love to her. It was almost too good to be true.
Tony figured he'd jacked off at least a dozen times thinking about Denise, just in the few days she'd been working for Archer Enterprises. He'd fist his cock and then pretend her mouth was around it, hot and juicy, sucking ravenously. Or he'd pretend his stiff boner was pounding away in her steamy little cunt and she was howling with pleasure. Either of those fantasies got him off in no time.
But now it was the real thing, and he was practically coming in his pants. He could hardly believe he had his hands on Denise's gorgeous tits. He'd be the envy of every guy in the office if they could see him now. Carried away with lust, he dipped his head down and began lashing his tongue all over her big cone-shaped nipples. He left the light pink flesh gleaming with his hot spit. Denise shivered with pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, Tony, that feels so exciting," she purred. Tony wondered if he dared go one step farther. Denise had said she was lonely and wanted company, but she hadn't exactly invited him into her bed. Still he had to try. As he licked her throbbing nipples, he seized the waistband of her bikini panties and started easing them down. To his delight, Denise raised her hips to help him. He slipped the panties off and dropped them on the floor.
The enticing little blond housewife lounged there-completely naked. Tony licked his lips and ogled her small golden bush, then her lust-engorged tits and their stiff gleaming nipples.
His cock was just about tearing its way out of his pants. Made bold by his agonizing lust, he slid a hand between Denise's thighs and touched her pussy. It was soaking wet and searing hot.
"I feel so horny, Tony," she said huskily. "Just feel how hot and wet I am down there."
Tony opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out except a horny croak. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I can feel it, Denise," he said hoarsely, "and believe me, if you're horny, I'd be glad to help you out. I'll do anything you want me to do--just name it."
"Well, for openers," Denise smiled, "let's go into my bedroom and get more comfortable."
Tony winced as he got to his feet. His balls and cock were hugely swollen, crowding his pants and making walking difficult. But he eagerly followed Denise to the bedroom, and he could hardly contain his excitement when he saw that king-size bed. It seemed almost certain now that he was going to get to fuck John Archer's beautiful big-titted secretary.
Denise was looking at the bed, too, and thinking of all the great nights she and Dick had spent there, including their wedding night.
But those times were over. Dick was out cheating on her right now. She intended to pay him back fully, and now she'd brought her campaign of revenge right into their bedroom. She turned to Tony and began removing his clothes.
If Dick thought he could cheat on her and get away with it, he had another think coming. Denise worked with grim determination as she stripped Tony. But her anger faded, and so did her thoughts of Dick, as she helped the boy out of his shorts and eyed his incredibly stiff six-inch cock. It was so rigid, it hugged his belly, and it was drooling thick streams of juice. Hot saliva rushed to Denise's mouth. She dropped to her knees and stuffed Tony's cock between her lips.
"Holy fucking Christ," he gasped.
He hadn't expected her to come on that strong or that fast. Suddenly she was kneeling in front of him and giving him a blow job--his very first blow job. It was just too much for the horny teenager. He'd fantasized about blow jobs so often, and now here was this beautiful woman sucking his cock like it was candy, her mouth hot and velvety around his achingly swollen prick.
"Awwwwww, shit, aaaggghhhh!" he bellowed, shooting his load down her throat.
Denise knew the kid was excited,, but she hadn't expected him to come that fast. The next thing she knew, she had a nearly bursting mouthful of his come. It was squirting out the corners of her lips. She swallowed fast, just in time to get another boiling load. Tony was coming hard and helplessly, fucking at her mouth, feeding her every drop of jism in his balls. At last he staggered back, flushed and embarrassed.
"Shit," he panted, "I didn't mean to come so quick."
"No problem," Denise grinned, "we've got all night."
She figured she didn't have to worry about this horny teenage boy running out of steam, and she was right--he had another hard-on before they even reached the bed. Denise had taken his hand and was leading him over to the king-size bed, and as he thought about fucking her, his prick went rigid and his balls swelled with another big hot load of jizz. They slipped onto the bed, and Denise glanced hungrily at his stiff boner.
"Mmmmmm, just what I need," she purred. "You do want to fuck me, don't you, Tony?"
"Are you kidding?" he groaned, making a dive for her.
He was clumsy, but he was enthusiastic. He knocked the breath out of her as he threw himself onto her and sank down between her eagerly spread thighs. He stabbed around with his stiff cock, desperately seeking her cunt, cursing when he couldn't find it. Denise reached down, fisted his violently throbbing prick, and stuffed it into her seething little box.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah," Tony groaned, giving a big hard shove as she let go of his cock.
"Unnnhhhh, yesss, get into meeee," she squealed.
Her cunt was just as delicious as Tony had dreamed, all hot and tight and slick. He pushed to her womb and started fucking her in quick urgent jabs. She clung to him and fucked right back at him, her need as urgent as his. Each hard thrust of his cock was met by a hungry jerk of her hips, as she tried to take his meat to her scorching depths. She kept her legs wide open for him, hungrily offering herself.
"Oh, yes, Tony, fuck me," she sobbed, "fuck me forever."
Even though he had his second wind, Tony damned near came just from listening to her.
Here was a woman everybody wanted, but it was Tony she was fucking. She was telling him how great his cock felt inside her, how much she loved getting it on with him. It was like all his lusty fantasies come true. Wildly excited, he fucked into her faster and faster, but she didn't seem to mind his roughness in the least.
"Yes, that's it," she panted, "fuck me good and hard."
He was a regular fucking machine, this lusty teenage boy. His cock pistoned into her, hard and fast, giving her blast after blast of searing pleasure. She clung to him and gurgled in ecstasy. His jackhammering cock was reaming the gushing cream from her cunt, and it was pouring down the crack of her ass and puddling on the bedspread.
"Unnnhhhh, Tony, you're fucking me so good," she moaned, "I'm gonna come."
Spurred on by the thought of making this beautiful older woman climax, Tony fucked into her like a young stallion, their bellies-slapping loudly together. Her big hot tits jiggled like jello against his chest. He could feel her cunt tightening now as she greedily sought more red-hot friction. She was soaking his meat with her molten cream. "Oooooo, fuck me, baby, fuck hard," she sobbed.
She was rubbing her swollen clit against the pistoning shaft of his cock, and that seemed to be the key to her excitement, that fat little button of flesh. Tony ground his cock hard against it, and Denise stiffened and gasped. He felt a huge searing flood of cream around his cock, and then her body began to buck violently beneath him.
"Ohhhhhh, honey, you did it to me, I'm coming!" she wailed.
Her cunt went into spasm, squeezing and releasing his cock again and again. Tony could easily have come along with her, that squeezing action was so exciting, but he gritted his teeth and held out, greedy for more fucking. He didn't think he could ever get enough of fucking this hot-pants little blond. He rode out her climax, and finally she went still and caught her breath. Then she gave him a big grin.
"You're still hard," she said. "Wanta try fucking me another way?"
"I'll do it any way you want me to, Denise," he said adoringly.
Denise thought how great it was to have a horny, tireless teenage boy as her sex slave. But she didn't pause long to think. She rolled him off her and got into the doggy position. When Tony saw her crouched there on her elbows and knees, her pert little ass stuck up in the air, he didn't need any instructions. He'd never fucked doggy-style before, but his duty was obvious.
"Mmmmmm, yes, baby, stick it in me," Denise gasped as he got behind her and crammed his rigid boner into her come-slick box.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck, yeah," he moaned.
Once more he was sheathing his engorged prick in that snug velvety hole of hers, and it felt fantastic. Greedily he shoved his cock to her womb and gave it to her in quick hard jabs. She clawed the bed and gurgled with delight as his steel-stiff young cock reamed out her hot cream. He watched the pearly liquid spurt out around his pistoning cock and gush down her legs. Her twat felt fiery-hot around his meat.
"Oooooo, yeah, Tony, give it to me hard, fuck the living shit out of me," she moaned.
With a blissed-out grin on his face, the office boy hammered his rigid cock again and again into her juice-filled little fuck hole. She was cheating on her husband right in his own bed, but she didn't feel a bit guilty about it. This definitely beat sitting home alone while Dick was off fucking his secretary. It sure beat feeling horny all the time. No, she had no regrets about what she was doing.
"Fuck me hard, Tony," she panted, "as hard as you can. Make me come again."
Tony was only too delighted to carry out that assignment. He fucked into her like a pile driver, making her body shake and shudder with the impact. Her big tits swung heavily back and forth, and she had to grip the bedspread to keep from being knocked over. It was just the kind of merciless hard fucking she craved, and she hurtled fast towards orgasm.
Tony felt like her spasming cunt was sucking the jism out of his cock. "Awwwww, shit, fuck, awwwww!" he yelled, jetting his load into her.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, baby, cream me!" she wailed.
When they finally rolled apart, Denise gave him a grateful smile and said, "Thanks, Tony, I really needed that. Do you think you could stay awhile longer?"
"Sure," he grinned, "I'll just call my folks and tell them I'm staying with a friend."
Denise stretched and purred while he went to make his phone call. If anybody could fuck her all night, it would be this tireless teenager.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Their love-making went on till nearly dawn, and they fell into an exhausted sleep. Still they woke up as horny as when they'd started, and they managed to get in another round of fucking before Tony had to go home. Denise wished they could have made love longer. She knew she was going to be wanting a man again before the day was over.
Maybe it was time to go for the last man on her list, the only man associated with Archer Enterprises that she hadn't fucked yet. Well, maybe he couldn't be called an associate, but he was vital to the office. He was George, the janitor and maintenance man. And he'd be there today, Saturday, giving the office a thorough cleaning.
The more she thought about seducing George, the more she liked the idea. He was a big burly guy in his early forties, with the kind of muscular hairy body that really turned her on. She'd noticed him leering at her a couple of times as she was leaving the office, and it wasn't hard to imagine what was on his mind. Denise decided that today was the day to make George's jack-off fantasies come true.
She dressed carefully for her performance, in skin-tight jeans that showed off every curvy line of her hips and ass and legs, and in a clinging t-shirt that accentuated her big thrusting tits. Then she headed for the office, her pussy already boiling and seething with anticipation as she thought of getting it on with the very macho janitor.
She unlocked the office and walked in to find George just about to do the floors. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Davis," he grinned, "you working overtime this weekend?"
"No, I just dropped by to check a few things, George," she smiled. "And please, call me Denise. I'll just be a second and try not to get in your way."
"Take your time, Denise," he said, his eyes travelling hungrily over her body, "I was just about to take a cigarette break."
He lit up, and Denise went to her desk, opened a drawer, and pretended to inspect a few papers. She bent low, her ass thrust in his direction, and she gave him plenty of time to ogle the shapely little globes. She could practically feel his lusty hot gaze burning through her jeans. She knew he was undressing her mentally, imagining her shapely ass in just panties and then completely naked, maybe a glimpse of pussy showing. He just didn't know how soon his daydream was going to come true.
She stood up holding a stack of papers, then dropped them, and they scattered all over the floor. "Oh, darn," Denise cried, dropping to her knees and grabbing for the papers.
"Let me help," George said, stubbing out his cigarette.
It worked just like she'd planned it. He was quickly kneeling on the floor with her, which gave him an excellent view down the v-neck of her t-shirt. He could see her big ripe tits in a scanty see-through bra. His mouth dropped open as he ogled her swollen pink nipples and deep cleavage. Denise went on picking up papers, pretending she didn't notice where he was looking.
George picked up a few papers, too, but mostly he just stared and breathed hard. Denise knew he was getting aroused out of his mind, and that fitted right in with her plan, of course. As she crawled around, she brushed against him a few times as if by accident, and once she even rubbed her tits against his arm. He gave a low hoarse moan, but she pretended not to hear. Then, on cue, there was a ripping sound.
"Oh, darn," Denise sighed. "I think I ripped my jeans."
Actually she'd loosened the seam before she left home, so that the slightest strain would tear it. George looked at the back seam of her jeans and saw lacy panties peeking through. With a sigh of exasperation, Denise stood up, felt the rip, and then unzipped her pants and took them off. She looked perfectly cool as she strolled around the office in her see-through bikini panties.
"Wes has a sewing kit in his desk," she explained.
George's face was kind of reddish, and she could hear him breathing twenty feet away. His eyes darted hotly from her ass to her bush, which was clearly visible through the filmy panties. She got the emergency sewing kit out of Wes' desk and started to repair her jeans. She sat on the edge of the desk and spread her legs a little, showing George her crotch but acting quite innocent about it.
"It's a shame you have to work on Saturdays, George," she remarked. "I bet your wife misses you."
"Naw, she doesn't miss me," he growled, "she's got the refrigerator. Between that and the TV, she doesn't need me."
"Hmmmmmm," Denise smiled, "sounds like your love life isn't going so good."
"Lady," George said bitterly, "I don't have a love life, not that you'd notice. I get laid maybe a couple times a year if my wife's in a good mood."
"Why, that's awful, George," Denise purred. "Maybe I can help you out."
He gawked at her. "How could you help me out?" he snorted.
"In the way women usually help men out," she grinned. "Come over here, George. I'll try to show you what I mean."
He walked over to her, and she saw that the fly of his jeans was bulging. It looked like he was hugely hung, and she could hardly wait to find out. As he drew close to her, his eyes dropped hungrily to her crotch. Her blond bush was plain to see through her sheer panties, and a few golden curls peeked out from under the waistband.
"Is this what you want, George?" she cooed, taking one of his big callused hands and placing it was on her panty crotch.
Even through the nylon lace George could feel the fierce heat and moistness of her pussy. He gave a horny shiver and began caressing her slit through the panties. That felt very exciting to Denise, and she creamed heavily, the molten liquid soaking through her panties and wetting his fingers. George felt the hot flood and looked at her questioningly. Like all the other men she'd seduced, he could hardly believe what was happening.
"Seems like you're a little hard up yourself, honey," he growled. "Maybe we could help each other out."
"Maybe we could, George," Denise said breathlessly. "Why don't you just show me what you do best?"
His eyes gleamed with lust. Then he was tugging off her flimsy panties and dropping them on the floor. He slid one hand onto her naked pussy and caressed it, giving her hot rushes of pleasure. With the other hand he reached up under her t-shirt and deftly unhooked her bra. He pushed bra and shirt out of the way and ogled her big thrusting tits and lust-stiffened nipples.
"George, where did you learn to unhook a bra one-handed?" Denise laughed.
"In high school," he chuckled. "I got so I could do it while I was driving. A real time-saver."
Denise was practically naked now, but George still had all his clothes on. She decided to correct the situation. She started unbuttoning his shirt, while he played with her pussy and tits. She drew his shirt opened and felt a hot rush of arousal as she ogled his massive hair-matted chest. She ran her fingers through the coarse hairs. Meanwhile George was easing his middle finger up her juice-slick cunt. That thick rigid finger felt just right in her ever-hungry pussy, and she soaked it with sticky cream and gurgled her pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, that finger feels great, George," she leered.
"That's another thing I used to do in high school," he grinned, "get girls off with my finger. Want me to do it to you?"
"Be my guest," Denise smiled. She lay back on Wes' desk, grateful that the tidy bookkeeper had cleared it off before leaving for the weekend. That left plenty of space to have fun on. She settled on her back, with her ass and heels at the edge of the desk, giving George a very tantalizing view as he pumped his thick middle finger in her juicy little fuck hole. The bulge at his fly kept swelling as he worked his finger in her smoking box.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah, George, I love it," she gurgled, "please get me off."
George leered down at her as he finger-fucked her, eager to catch her every reaction to his stiff pumping. He watched her pretty face flush and contort with lust, watched her even white teeth flash as she moaned and panted. He watched thick pearly juice squirting out around his jerking finger and running down the crack of her ass. Unlike his wife, this little lady loved sex--and she wasn't at all bashful about showing it, either.
"Oooooo, fuck, ooooo, I'm gonna come," she squealed.
Eager to watch her climax, George pumped his finger faster and faster in her slippery but clinging cunt. Her eyes rolled crazily, then closed tight as she sailed to the very brink of orgasm. Thicker and thicker floods of juice poured out around his finger and gushed down the crack of her ass. He could feel her hungry cuntal tube tightening like a vise around his finger.
"Ohhhhhh, shit, I'm so close," she whispered, "I'm almost there, George, don't stop."
"Don't worry, honey," he leered, "I'll get you off as much as you need."
He was practically coming in his pants as he watched the big-titted blond approaching climax. Her face was all screwed up in a lusty grimace, and she was clawing the desk in her hot excitement. Her cunt was squeezing his finger hard and soaking it with burst after burst of sizzling cream. He hadn't been around a horny woman in so long, he'd forgotten what a turn-on it was. His swollen cock was trying to tear its way out of his jeans. Denise stiffened for a second, gasped, and then her petite body started to buck and writhe.
"Ooooooo, shit, you did it, I'm coming!" she howled.
George's massively engorged cock gave another lusty lurch and tried to fight its way free. He panted as he watched Denise coming, and he kept pumping his big finger stiffly in her squeezing cunt. Her luscious big tits were shaking and wobbling as she climaxed, and thick rivers of cream were pouring out around his deeply-thrust finger. Her pleasure-spasms went on for almost a minute. Then she gave a satisfied sigh and opened her eyes again.
"Mmmmmm, George, that was really nice," she said.
"That's not the only way I can get you off," he bragged.
"Oh?" Denise purred. "Why don't you show me another way?"
"I bet you'll really go for this," he leered, dropping to his knees.
All Denise could see now was his balding head. He thrust it between her thighs, and he stuck out his tongue and started lashing it all over her tangy-tasting slit. Denise gave a howl of delight and fed him a big hot burst of cream. He gobbled it up noisily and tongued for more, quickly cleaning her pussy of all the thick cream and making her quiver and whimper with pleasure.
"Mmmmm, George, is this another trick you learned in high school?" she giggled.
"Naw," George sighed, "I never did this to a chick before. I just read about it. My wife won't hardly let me do anything."
"She's crazy to turn this down," Denise gurgled.
"You like it?" George asked eagerly.
"I love it," she purred. "Please keep doing it to me, George, get me off again."
"You got it," he cried.
It was fantastic for George to have a responsive partner for a change. His wife had seemed to love sex before they were married, but the second that ring was on her finger she'd turned frigid. Or maybe she'd been frigid all along and just faking her pleasure so he'd marry her. Whatever the case, he jacked off a lot, and when he did it, he always fantasized that he was making it with a chick who really dug sex. Denise was like one of those fantasies come true.
"Ooooo, yeah, lick my pussy," she squealed as he lashed his big hot tongue all over her silky-smooth slit.
George often fantasized going down on girls, but this was his first real-life effort. He saw how he could get hooked on it real easy. Every touch of his tongue made Denise cream uncontrollably, moan and writhe. He liked being able to drive her to a fever pitch of excitement using just his tongue. But it was time to experiment with his lips, too. He jammed them onto the swollen bud of her clit and began to suck. Her petite body lurched with pleasure.
"Oh, God, yes, suck me off," she gasped. She was writhing so hard, George had a tough time keeping her slippery clit between his lips. He shoved his big rough hands under her ass and held her in place, then sucked like crazy on her violently throbbing joy button. She screamed in ecstasy and arched her body up, shoving her clit against his lips. It didn't take any time at all to bring her off that way.
"Ohhhhh, fuck, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" Denise moaned, soaking his face with a sizzling burst of juice.
George went on sucking her squirting clit as she came, making her orgasm doubly intense and prolonged. Then she lay panting on the desk, catching her breath after the body-wracking climax. George stood up and dropped his pants. He wasn't wearing shorts. His enormous cock was wagging stiffly and obscenely before him, bulging with blue veins and dripping hot globs of juice.
Denise stared at his gigantic prick and moaned with need. "Fuck me, George," she begged, "stick that big thing into me."
"You sure you can take it, honey?" George asked, staring at the tiny fur-fringed mouth of her cunt.
"Yes," Denise cried impatiently, "I can take it. Please, George, fuck me right away, I need it bad."
George grinned in wonder. He'd just gotten this beautiful little blond off twice, but it had only whetted her appetite for more. She'd enjoyed his finger-fucking and his clit-sucking, and now she wanted his cock. Of course he didn't mind giving it to her. He moved forward, between her widely splayed thighs, and passed the massive purple head of his prick to her juicy little cuntal opening.
"Yesssss," she hissed, "shove it into me, George, give me every inch of it."
George went into her slowly and carefully, still not sure if her tiny cunt could take a cock that big. He soon found out he had no reason to worry. Her velvety smoking fuck hole expanded greedily, like elastic, to take his meat. Denise gurgled with lust and soaked his prick with molten juice as he went into her. At last he came up against her womb, and he paused to catch his breath, his big horse-cock throbbing against every inch of her gripping box.
"You like it, baby?" he leered. "Does it feel good to you?"
He cupped her firm little ass and fucked her in long, slow, sensuous strokes. He didn't want to rush. He might not ever make it with a girl as beautiful and eager as Denise again. She was just like the girls in his fantasies, gorgeous and big-titted and horny as hell. As he fucked her, she clawed the desk, moaned her pleasure, and creamed all over his dick. No way was she faking her enjoyment. She loved his cock, and she was letting him know it in no uncertain terms.
"Unnnhhhh, George, you're fucking me so good," she whimpered, "fuck me forever, don't stop."
George wished it could be like that, his cock sheathed forever in her velvety clinging box. He'd never been into a nicer cunt. As his excitement mounted, he speeded up the pace of his fucking, and she responded nicely to that, moaning with bliss and creaming. Her box was fiercely hot around his meat, and it seemed to get tighter as she got more aroused. Thick cream was oozing out around his pistoning cock and dripping off the edge of the desk.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she chanted hoarsely.
George wanted to get even deeper into her deliciously snug and juicy pussy hole. He took her legs and draped them over his powerful broad shoulders. Now he could pump to her womb with each stiff thrust, and she was completely open to him. Denise leered frankly at him as he fucked her, letting him know how much she loved it.
"Unnnhhhh, honey, that's good," she panted, "so damned good."
George gave a snort of lust and fucked into her even faster and harder. He was getting serious now, his lust carrying him away. He couldn't be slow and gentle any more. He pistoned his iron-hard prick into her and made her petite body shake with the impact. But she didn't seem to object. Her eyes rolled shut, and she soaked his battering cock with another molten flood of cream.
"That's it, really give it to me," she moaned, "fuck my brains out."
She was begging for it, and he gave it to her, fucking into her like a pile driver. His hammering cock forced the thick hot cream from her cunt, and it splattered his belly and bails. He watched her big heavy tits shaking like jello, watched her flushed lust-contorted face as he pounded her to the very brink of climax. She clawed the desk top and moaned steadily as she took his nearly savage fucking.
"Yes, you big bastard, fuck me crazy!" she wailed.
"You better believe I will, lady," George growled.
It was hard to tell fantasy from reality right now. The burly janitor felt like this was one of his own hot jack-off scenarios come to life. A gorgeous little blond with big tits was yelling her head off as she took his pounding cock, telling him in the most filthy language how she adored his fucking. It was just too much.
"Awwwww, fuckin' Christ, I'm coming!" George roared.
"Cream me, baby!" Denise sobbed. "Ohhhhh, yeah, give it to me, I'm coming!"
George felt her hot little cunt sucking his balls dry. He roared in ecstasy and hammered his load into her while she screeched with pleasure. After about a minute they both went still, his cock buried deep in her come-soaked cunt, and they grinned at each other.
"Mmmmmmm, thanks, George," Denise smiled, "I really needed that."
"You and me both, baby," he leered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That was it, Denise realized, the completion of her plan for revenge. She'd actually fucked every man in the office, from the boss to the janitor. That was what she'd sworn to do when she found Dick making it with Lorna. So where did she go from here?
Sunday morning, after sleeping in late, she sat around thinking about it. Fucking all those different men had really been exciting, but she still loved Dick. No matter how angry she was at him, she still wanted their marriage to work. But it didn't seem to stand much of a chance if he was in love with his secretary. But was he? Or was Lorna just temporary amusement?
Denise's thoughts were interrupted by the phone. "Busy?" John Archer asked.
"Not really," Denise replied. "What's up?"
"Well," Archer said, "I'm sitting around my place with Ted and Lew, we've just finished a business conference, and we feel like relaxing. Want to join us?"
Denise flushed a little as she considered what his invitation might mean. But she decided she was up for it. She was terribly worried about her marriage, and she didn't want to think about it breaking up. If she went over to John's penthouse, she could have some drinks and some fun and forget her problems for awhile.
"Sure," she said, "I'll be right over."
John Archer's rooftop apartment was fabulous. It was the first time Denise had visited it, and she was overwhelmed with the lavish decoration and expensive furnishings. There was a sweeping view of the city, a carpet about foot thick, and a nice fire going in the huge fireplace. John, Lew Jordan, and Ted Billings were lounging around in their shirt sleeves having Bloody Marys.
"Glad you could join us, Denise," John said. "Drink?"
"I'd love one," Denise smiled.
She felt a little strange as she sat down and joined the group, because she'd fucked every guy in the room. But the three men chatted as if nothing unusual had taken place, and soon she felt relaxed and pleasant, especially after a few sips of the excellent Bloody Mary mixed by John. She kicked off her shoes and got comfortable.
"You can take off the rest of your clothes if you want, Denise," Ted grinned. "We've been looking at business reports all morning and I, for one, would like to see something pretty for a change."
"Yeah, Denise," Lew chuckled, "why don't you get our minds onto something pleasant?"
"Denise," John laughed, "do whatever you want. But it might be interesting to see what kind of party we can cook up here, if you know what I mean."
Denise knew, all right. And she knew that these men wouldn't force her into anything. They all had enough money to send for hookers if they wanted sex badly enough. So it was all up to Denise. As she thought of making it with three men, three hard cocks one after the other, her lust boiled up. Her pussy began to swell and heat and moisten. She knew she didn't want to leave this apartment without satisfying that hot lust.
Dick wouldn't be home till tomorrow. She didn't have to face her marital problems till then. So in the meantime, she might as well have some fun. She'd have one last adventure before facing the real world again. She tossed off the rest of her drink, got to her feet, and started stripping.
"Excellent," John murmured.
He and Ted and Lew watched her hungrily as she undressed. She took her time about it, teasing and tantalizing them. There was some soft music playing in the background, and she swayed to it as she stripped. Off came her dress, shoes and pantyhose, and then she unhooked her bra and let it slide down off her arms and float to the carpet.
She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started inching the little garment down. By now the men were on the edge of their seats. As the first golden pussy curls popped into view, she could hear Ted breathing heavily. She was closest to him, and she moved even closer, practically thrusting her mound in his face as she peeled off her panties. Finally she let the panties slither down her legs and kicked them away.
Ted gave a lusty growl, cupped her ass, and pulled her against him, nosing into her warm soft bush. His hot breath tickled her swollen slit, and she gurgled with lust. He darted his tongue onto her pussy and tickled it, making her whimper and cream. Then he released her, stood, and started taking off his clothes. With that three-piece suit it could take forever, Denise thought, so she helped him.
Lew and John were watching and grinning while all this went on. That Bloody Mary had really relaxed Denise, and she didn't feel self-conscious about having an audience. In fact it turned her on. While Ted removed the rest of his upper clothing, she dropped to her knees and helped him out of his shoes and socks and pants.
When she got down to his jockey shorts she could hardly contain her excitement. The crotch was huge and bulging. Carefully she peeled his shorts down over that big bulge and ogled his handsome stiff cock. She helped him out of his shorts, leaving him totally naked. She fisted the thick hairy base of his cock and began to pump, directing the drooling head toward her lips.
"Yeah, baby, lick it," Ted panted, "eat my cream." Denise was drooling even before her tongue contacted the fat purple head of his cock. She used the stiff tip of her tongue to spear up the thick globs of cream that oozed from his piss hole. As she tongued up the hot juice, she rolled it around in her mouth and savored it, gurgling with excitement. Then she swallowed it eagerly and tongued for more.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned, gobbling his cream as fast as she could get it. "Go for it, baby, eat it," he panted. John and Lew had both pulled their chairs closer to watch the action. That didn't inhibit Denise at all. She was hungry for Ted's delicious cock cream, and she was going to get all of it, no matter what. She cleaned the head of his prick and then reamed his piss hole, dredging out every drop of his juice. Still she wanted more--but she knew exactly how to get all the thick cream she could eat.
Fisting and pumping the base of his cock, she slid the rest of his stiff seven-incher into her mouth. Ted gave a lusty shiver and tangled his fingers in her hair. The other two men watched with hot horny eyes as Denise guided his prick into her mouth, stretching her lips hugely. She caved in her cheeks and started to suck.
"Yeah, honey, suck that meat," Ted leered.
Not that Denise needed any urging. The room echoed with the lewd wet sounds of her sucking, punctuated by Ted's soft groans and heavy breathing. She suctioned the salty cream Out of his cock and ate it greedily, her throat muscles working busily as she swallowed. She felt like she could never get enough cock juice no matter how long she sucked.
It added to her hot excitement to know that she was turning Lew and John on like crazy. They'd forgotten about their drinks by now. They were sitting on the edge of their chairs and watching intently, their eyes focused on her hugely stretched lips. The red-glossed lips zipped up and down Ted's cock, leaving it wet and glistening with her hot spit. She sucked faster and faster, and Ted began to groan louder.
"Baby," he growled, "you're gonna get a whole mouthful in just a second."
Denise moaned her eagerness and sucked even faster and harder on his violently throbbing prick. Tasty hot cream was pouring in a steady stream from his piss hole, and she was gulping it down as fast as she could, but still she wanted more. She was drooling heavily in her eagerness, and she was pumping his cock fast and hard. A few more seconds of that kind of action, and Ted was over the edge.
"Eat it, I'm coming, unnggghhhh!" he bellowed.
Denise let her cheeks bulge with his spurting jizz before swallowing it, wanting to savor the taste. She gulped down the first load and got another tasty mouthful. Ted spun out of control, fucking hard at her mouth, till he'd sizzled the last of his come. Then he staggered backwards, and Denise licked her lips to get every last drop of his jism.
"Fantastic," he gasped, dropping into his chair.
"My turn," Lew growled, "that is, if it's all right with you, John."
"The good host always lets his guest go first," Archer grinned.
Lew was out of his chair and stripping almost before John had finished speaking. Denise eyed Lew's bulging fly and shivered with lust, remembering how fantastically this little guy was hung. She'd never forget her surprise and delight the time he'd suddenly displayed his nine-incher to her. Hot cream welled from her cunt and ran down her legs as she thought about the terrific fuck they'd had.
Lew skinned out of his shorts, and the other two men glanced enviously at his enormous stiffly-wagging cock. He pulled Denise down onto the thick carpet and slid a hand onto her pussy to check her readiness. He felt swollen flesh that was hot as fire and soaked with her helplessly dripping juices. No question about it, the little blond was more than ready for the good hard fucking he intended to give her. "How do you want it, baby?" he leered. Denise rolled onto her hands and knees, and Lew knelt behind her, ogling the moist fur-fringed mouth of her slit. He fisted his hugely engorged cock and wedged the fat head into her twat, stretching her cunt lips wide. As he began to push into her, she felt like she was taking a telephone pole. His hot throbbing meat stuffed her breathless. "Unnnhhhhhh," she gasped. "Easy, baby, you can take it," Lew said. Those were familiar words. He'd said them to her the first time she'd taken his enormous horse-cock. Denise knew she could accommodate that monster of a prick, but John and Ted didn't seem so sure. They sat close by, watching tensely as Lew worked his cock clear to the balls in her juicy little fuck hole. When he touched bottom, he paused to catch his breath.
"You okay, Denise?" Ted asked.
"I'm just fine," Denise gurgled.
She was fully relaxed now and creaming like crazy around Lew's deeply-buried cock. He grasped her hips and began fucking her in quick urgent strokes, and she responded with delighted moans. It was hotly arousing to take a cock that size, to feel her cunt thoroughly reamed and crammed. His pistoning prick forced out her thick juices, and they flooded down her legs. She clawed the rug, and her big heavy tits swung back and forth with the impact of his fucking.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, Lew, fuck me with that big ol' thing," she moaned.
"I don't think we have to worry about his cock being too big for Denise," John chuckled.
"Apparently not," Ted grinned.
It was a kinky sensation to have one guy fucking her and two others watching. Denise really got off on it. It made her cream all the harder, and that steady juicing made Lew's fucking slick and easy. Even if his cock was as thick as her wrist, she was taking it and loving it. It wasn't long before he'd hammered her to the very brink of orgasm.
"Oooooo, shit, I'm gonna come," she gasped.
"You and me both, honey," Lew panted.
His cock felt like a molten rod of steel inside her, and she knew he was close to flooding her cunt with his steaming load. She tightened her greedy little twat around his pounding prick, getting even more delicious hot friction. That put her right over the edge. She felt a huge explosion in the fiery depths of her pussy, and it quickly flamed out to engulf her whole body.
"Ohhhhh, God, ohhhhhh, I'm coming!" she howled.
"Take my load, baby, take it!" Lew roared.
He hammered it into her, his flat belly slapping loudly against her upturned ass. The boiling thick jism filled her cunt and overflowed, gushing down her legs. She took the sizzling bath with shrieks of ecstasy. It seemed to make her own climax even more intense. Finally Lew pulled his dripping cock out of her, and she looked up to see John stripping.
She was about to make love to her third man in a row--and her lust was as strong as ever.
Lew had given her a good hard fucking, rough enough to satisfy most women, but she was still greedy for more. She watched with steadily mounting arousal as John took off his clothes, and her eyes focused hungrily on his rigid drooling cock.
"Stay just like you are, Denise," he instructed.
Denise nodded. She didn't care how she took his cock, as long as she got laid again. Her pussy was seething with need, a need so great that she wondered if even three partners could satisfy it. John dropped to his knees behind her, and she waited for the first stiff thrust of his cock in her horny little cunt. She felt him rubbing his cock head over her cream-soaked slit, making the knob of flesh wet and slippery. He pressed it against the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole and started pushing into her.
"Ohhhhhh, my God, John, what are you doing?" Denise gasped.
"I think that's rather obvious," he chuckled. "Tell me how it feels. If you don't like it, I'll stop."
Denise knelt there panting as he gradually but steadily filled her ass with his stiff throbbing boner. She found she really got off on it.
It was a very kinky and exciting sensation to have her hot little shitter crammed with cock. She clawed the deep carpet and moaned softly till his coarse-haired balls came to rest against her slit.
"Ohhhhh, God, it feels fantastic," she breathed.
"Does that mean you like it?" John leered. "Yes, don't stop," she moaned, "fuck my ass."
As she said it, there were suddenly two more hard-ons in the room. Lew and Ted, who'd been watching with lusty interest as John stuck his cock up her asshole, found themselves horny out of their minds. They moved closer for a better view of the action as John began to ass-fuck the squealing big-titted blond. His prick stretched her puckered brownie hugely, but she showed no signs of pain.
"Yes, fuck it to me," she panted, "fuck my ass good, baby."
She was discovering that her hot little shitter had the same sexy feelings as her cunt. Each deep thrust of John's rock-hard cock gave her a hot blast of pleasure and made her cream like crazy. She whimpered with bliss and clawed the rug as he pistoned his prick in her smoking juicy ass tunnel. On either side of her Lew and Ted crouched, their cocks stiff as steel.
"Jesus, her ass must be tight, John," Lew said, his voice hoarse with arousal.
"You better believe it's tight," John panted. "That's why I saved it for myself."
"Well, how about letting us enjoy the rest of her?" Ted leered.
"You mean a three-way?" John chuckled.
"Hey, that'd be great," Lew exclaimed.
Denise didn't know what they were talking about, but it was clear that this wasn't the first time they'd partied together. The next thing she knew, Lew was sliding underneath her, his rigid nine-incher standing straight up and grazing her body, leaving sticky trails of hot juice. He got into position and started easing his stiff boner into her cunt. She was going to have to take two cocks at the same time.
"Ohhhhhh, my God," she gasped.
"You can do it, honey," John soothed, "just relax. I bet you never felt anything like this before."
That was sure true. Denise had never been so crammed with cock. She felt stuffed breathless as Lew worked his massive prick into her to join John's pistoning cock. The two cocks worked in time to each other, side by side, separated only by a thin wall of flesh. It was a little scary, yet terribly exciting. Denise began to enjoy it very much, and she showed it by creaming all over Lew's jerking prick.
"Yeah, get wet for me, baby," he said, leering up at her. "You like taking two cocks?"
"It's incredible," Denise moaned. "Ohhhhhhh, yeah, you guys, fuck me."
"Don't leave me out of the fun, honey," Ted said.
Suddenly he was right there before her, straddling Lew's body and brushing the drooling head of his cock over her lips. Denise got the picture, all right. The idea was for her to take on three men at the same time. The salty taste of Ted's cock cream made her ravenous, and she opened her mouth wide and let him cram his throbbing dick inside.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned.
"Suck it, honey, blow me," Ted panted.
Never in her wildest dreams had Denise imagined herself taking three cocks at once. She could hardly believe it was happening now. But those hard hot slabs of meat were real enough, pounding in her cunt, ass and mouth. She felt insanely aroused, and she spun fast toward orgasm, creaming all over Lew's prick and drooling all over Ted's cock.
"Too damned much," Lew laughed. "I'm not gonna be able to hold out for long."
"Me, either," Ted groaned. "Shit, baby, that's good sucking."
John didn't say anything, but his usually dignified face was all contorted in a lusty grimace as he hammered his prick faster and faster in Denise's tight searing-hot shitter. Suddenly she felt her bowels being flooded with his boiling jizz. It triggered her own orgasm, and her cunt went vise-tight around Lew's cock. She sucked furiously on Ted's nearly-bursting prick. Everybody was coming then, howling and moaning.
"Unnnhhhhhh, uuummmmmm!" Denise cried.
She was gulping one man's come while two other men filled her cunt and asshole with steaming jizz. It was an incredible sexual experience, yet it left her feeling empty. Something very important was missing here--somebody she loved, somebody who really cared about her. She realized that she was going to have to try to get her husband back if she was ever going to be truly happy.
CHAPTER NINE
Denise was invited to stay at the penthouse and continue the party, but she excused herself and went back to her own apartment. There she busied herself cleaning the place from top to bottom and making sure Dick's favorite foods and drinks were on hand. She slept restlessly that night, wondering if she'd be able to save her marriage.
Infidelity just didn't turn her on any more. She was a one-man woman, and there was only one man she wanted. But he'd spent a whole long weekend with his beautiful secretary, and just possibly he was coming home with some bad news. He might tell Denise that things were over between them, that he was in love with Lorna. Denise knew she had to prepare herself for that possibility.
Centuries seemed to pass before Monday afternoon, but finally she heard Dick's key in the door. She was ready for him, freshly bathed and wearing the outfit he liked best, a body-hugging jumpsuit of baby blue. She was so on edge, she could hardly breathe as Dick walked in to the apartment and set down his suitcase. He caught sight of her and broke into a delighted grin.
"Oh, Denise, I'm so glad you're here," he said. "But why aren't you at work?"
"I quit," Denise said. "I just want to stay home and be your wife, Dick--that is, if you still want me."
"Want you?" he cried. "Hey, you better believe I want you, lady. I've been thinking about you all weekend."
Denise couldn't help it, she just blurted it out: "You mean you had time to think about me, with Lorna around?"
"Lorna?" Dick said, frowning. "Oh, I didn't take her with me. Matter of fact, honey, I wanted to be alone to think about us."
Denise began to think there was some hope. She went up to Dick and snuggled against him. "Honey, I know about your affair with Lorna," she said. "I happened to drop by the office one day when you were getting it on with her. And I have a confession to make. I'm afraid I wanted revenge. I haven't been faithful to you, either."
Dick gave her a squeeze and said, "Can we start all over, Denise? While I was away I realized what a fool I've been. I don't love Lorna. I only want you."
"Then why don't you prove it in the bedroom?" Denise said, looking up at him with a leer.
"That's another thing I've been thinking about," Dick leered back. "I've been neglecting you lately, haven't I?"
"You sure have," Denise said, "but I'm gonna give you a chance to make up for it-- right now."
"You're on," he said, scooping her up in his arms.
Denise shivered with lusty anticipation as her handsome husband carried her into the bedroom. This was where both of them should have been all along, not out making it with other people. But perhaps they'd needed that little vacation from marriage, just to make them realize what they really wanted. Anyhow, it was all in the past, forgiven and forgotten.
Dick set her down and unzipped her jumpsuit, his eyes glowing lustily as he discovered she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing underneath. The suit peeled away, and she stepped out of it, her big thrusting tits quivering. She dropped to her knees and went to work on Dick's lower clothing while he took care of the upper. She hurried to get down to his shorts, and she gurgled with excitement as she peeled them down over his steel-hard cock.
"Mmmmmm, honey, it's been way too long," she sighed.
"I know, baby, but I'm never gonna neglect you again," Dick said. "There's nobody better than you."
He helped her to her feet and they held hands as they walked over to their king-size bed. Denise blushed as she recalled picking out that bed while they were still engaged and she was still a virgin. She'd chosen a traditional double bed, but Dick had insisted on this huge king-size bed. Right there in the store he'd remarked that they were going to need an extra-big bed for all the love-making he'd planned.
He'd been right. On their wedding night they were all over that bed, doing every kinky thing they could think of. Denise recalled how patiently and skillfully Dick had aroused her, not even hurting her when he took her cherry, and she was filled with love for him. She didn't know what had gone wrong between them lately, but she was determined that it was never going to happen again.
They crawled onto the bed and grabbed for each other, pawing and kissing. Denise's pussy was on fire with arousal, her nipples engorged with lust. Dick probed her mouth with his big hot tongue, and she darted her tongue back at him. When they finally came up for air, their eyes were glassy with horniness, their faces flushed. Dick could still turn her on more than any other guy she knew.
"I wanta eat your pussy," he leered.
"I wanta suck your cock," she shot back.
"Luckily there's a way we can do both," he grinned.
He stretched out on his back, and Denise shivered with excitement as she ogled his rigid cock. It stood at right angles to his belly, bulging with blue veins and leaking thick rivers of cream. Quickly she got over him, backwards, thrusting her hungry pussy towards his face and poising her head right over his prick. She could feel his moist hot breath tickling her swollen pussy, and she creamed helplessly, the molten liquid running down her thighs.
She stuck out her tongue and began to lap up the salty cream that oozed from his piss hole. He groaned and shivered, and then his big hot tongue assaulted her pussy, lashing and whipping. The swollen flesh was highly receptive, and each touch of his tongue felt heavenly to the lusty young housewife. She fed him a steady stream of tangy cunt juice, and he gobbled it up noisily while she gobbled his prick cream.
"Mmmmmm, Dick, that feels so good," she sighed.
"Yeah, it does," he chuckled, "why haven't we been doing more of it?"
A good question. Denise wondered what she'd seen in all those other men. Maybe the same thing Dick had seen in Lorna, a little break in the routine after her five years of marriage. But she was determined that their relationship would never become dull and routine again. She'd see to that. Just when Dick thought they'd done everything there was to do in bed, she'd come up with something new. She wasn't going to risk losing this man again.
Now she gave him what he wanted, lathering his rigid cock with her hot spit, soaking every inch of it. The blue-veined column of meat glistened when she finished with it. She lapped up every drop of cream that oozed from his piss hole, then reamed it with the stiff tip of her tongue to clean it out. While she did all this, Dick gobbled all her molten pussy cream, reaming her cunt with his tongue to get all of it.
"Suck my cock, Denise," he urged, "it's been a long time."
"Fuck me with your tongue," she begged.
Then she fisted the fat hairy base of his cock and stuck the rest into the steam heat of her mouth. Dick lurched and groaned. She drew in her cheeks and started some hard suctioning action, drawing the delicious cream out of his piss hole. The room echoed with her greedy wet sucking noises. Then she gasped as Dick abruptly crammed his whole stiff tongue up her cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned.
He used his tongue just like a stiff cock, hammering it deep and hard in her horny little box. Denise returned the favor, sucking hard and steadily on his throbbing cock. She gobbled his cream, and he gobbled hers. It had been a long time since they'd done sixty-nine, and that had been a mistake. They should never have let their sex life get so routine. If Denise had her way, it would never happen again.
She drooled all over Dick's huge hard boner as she thought of all the exciting things they could do together. Of course some of those things hadn't even been invented yet, but that was going to be part of the fun. She pumped his cock faster, sucked it harder, and he returned the favor, plowing his thick tongue deep into her cunt, and giving her hot blasts of pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned.
She was getting so excited, she let go of his prick, opened her throat, and took all of his meat. Half of it was down her throat, squeezed and massaged in that tight muscular tunnel, and Dick almost flew off the bed. He gave a horny groan and matched her kinky surprise with one of his own. She groaned with excitement as he wriggled his little finger up her ass and started pumping it.
Now they were going at each other like rutting animals, snarling and panting and growling. Dick was losing control, fucking her throat, and she was humping his little finger with her hot juicy shitter. They both could have come that way, no problem at all, but they were too greedy. They wanted their pleasure to go on and on. So after a few minutes they rolled apart and caught their breath.
"Jesus," Dick panted, "I was so close to coming."
"Me, too," Denise breathed. "Fuck me now, honey, before I go crazy."
"Okay, climb aboard," he invited.
He was on his back, his massive eight-incher sticking straight up, and Denise hurried to straddle him, her knees hugging his hips. She touched the slippery pit of her cunt mouth to the hugely swollen- head of his cock, rubbing the sensitive flesh in a teasing circular motion. Dick couldn't take much of that. He gave a snort of lust, grabbed her by the waist, and forced her down the rigid impalement of his cock till only his big hairy balls were showing. Denise groaned in ecstasy as he crammed her full of the hot throbbing meat.
"Ohhhhh, baby, yessss," she cried, "get into me, give me all of it."
"You got it, honey," Dick leered. "Now hang on, 'cause we're going for a hard ride."
He held her by the waist and started fucking her into her like a pile driver. Denise loved it. Her head lolled back and her pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace as she took the steady hard pounding of her husband's cock. Her big tits wobbled like crazy, and thick hot cream spurted out around his jerking prick and ran down her thighs. He was giving her the tireless rough fucking she'd been wanting from him in months.
-"Unnnhhh, Dick, honey, I love it," she whimpered, "don't ever stop."
Nobody turned Dick on the way his wife did. In the last couple of months he'd been fooling around, with Lorna and other girls, but they bored him fast. He'd never met a woman as naturally horny and hot-blooded as his own wife. She rode his cock like a bucking bronco, wailing her pleasure and soaking his prick and balls with her helplessly gushing cream. She was the perfect bed partner for him, horny and uninhibited, ready to fuck all night if he wanted her to.
"Oooooo, Dick, you're fucking me so good," she moaned, "so damned good." He watched her close her eyes in absolute ecstasy, and he watched his thick blue-veined boner spreading her cunt lips wide and thrusting deep into her boiling little cunt. He just wished he could go on doing that for about eight hours, sheathing his stiff cock again and again in that deliciously snug and juicy tunnel. But his excitement was getting out of control, and he was going to have to come soon.
Denise must have been reading his mind, because suddenly she opened her eyes, leered at him, and said, "Dick, I'm gonna get you off in a way we've never tried before."
"Far out," he grinned, "what is it?" She wouldn't answer. She just gave him a mischievous grin, hopped off his stiff cock, and rolled into the doggy position. Dick didn't see what the surprise was. He went after her, kneeling behind her and starting to wedge the hugely swollen head of his cock back into her cunt.
"No, honey," she panted, "stick it up my ass."
Dick gave a snort of excitement. "You sure you can take it?" he asked.
"Let's find out," Denise gurgled.
She could take it, all right. Dick groaned with bliss as he worked his nearly-bursting cock into the tightest hole he'd ever fucked.
Denise clawed the bedspread and panted with lust as her husband filled her horny little shitter with thick throbbing cock-meat. At last his balls glided to rest against her slit, and she wriggled with need.
"Fuck it to me, fuck my ass," she begged.
Dick hardly needed to be urged. He began to piston his big hard boner in her juicy little brownie, his belly smacking her ass. He could hardly keep from coming, that scorching tunnel was so tight, but he was determined to take Denise along with him. He reached around her, caught her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and began to knead the slick lump of flesh. Denise squealed with pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, Dick, honey, that's it, I'm coming!" she wailed.
Not a moment too soon for Dick! "Take my come, baby," he roared, "take it, aaaggghhhhh!"
"Yes, cream me, baby, cream my ass!" Denise howled.
True to her new determination, she was giving him something she'd never offered before, her hot and horny little asshole. From now on every time they made love she'd have a surprise for him. She'd had her little adventures, done her running around, and she'd discovered that the best lover of all was waiting for her at home.