Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
Georgia Drake-the heroine of HORNY EASY WIFE-is an unwilling victim of a suburban subculture. Caught up in a world she never dreamed existed, Georgia struggles to free herself from an indifferent husband until she comes to understand the ultimate value of her new experience.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Let's fuck, Georgia Drake said to her husband, Doug. She stood in the middle of the living room in their ranch house and pulled her sweater over her tits.
"Later," he said, his face buried in the newspaper, a can of beer in front of him on the coffee-table.
"I'm horny now." She carefully pulled her sweater over her head. She didn't want to muss her hair. Sitting down on the sofa next to Doug, she lightly stroked his thigh. "Come on, honey," she whispered. "Let's fuck."
"I said we'd fuck later," he said, barely glancing at her bra-covered tits.
On an impulse, the blue-eyed blonde yanked her bra off and let her big tits bounce around. Still, he barely looked up. Rising up, she slipped her skirt off and stepped out of it. She sat back down on the sofa wearing only pink bikini panties and high heels.
As she sat, her moist cunt lips sucked in the tiny crotch of her panties. She wiggled around, enjoying the feel of the damp nylon on her horny pussy.
Finally Doug dropped the newspaper and moved toward her. Sighing loudly, he nonchalantly cupped a hand over one of her tits. He applied pressure on her boob and Georgia leaned over and kissed him.
"Oh, honey, let's have a nice long fuck tonight," she said.
"Jesus, Georgia, there's a game I've got to watch at nine."
"But we haven't fucked in a week!"
She pressed her lips to his and sucked the tip of his tongue into her mouth. She toyed with his chest-hair, moving her fingers inside his shirt and feeling his solid muscles.
"We're an old married couple," he said.
She moved one hand over the bulge in his crotch. "But your old lady still turns you on," she whispered. "Doesn't she, honey?"
He groaned as her fingers closed around his prick. Even through his pants she could tell his cock was soft. The bulge was always there. Doug had a big cock. But for the past few years he just hadn't been interested in sex.
She knew it wasn't her fault. She still had the same figure she'd had when they'd gotten married five years ago. Her waist was still tiny and her hips curvy. Her thighs were somewhat round, but very firm and her legs were gorgeous. Still, her tits were probably her best feature. They were round and full with silver dollar-sized tips and pointed nipples. And they didn't sag at all. They were as high and full as the day she and Doug had met as seniors in high school.
She stroked his prick through his pants, but it remained limp. She raised one leg and draped it over his lap. It wouldn't hurt to remind him of her legs. In the old days he'd loved when she'd wrapped her legs around his back and pulled his cock all the way into her hot steaming cunt .
Now she ran a series of kisses over his face.
She pursed her lips in a sexy smile and breathed unevenly. Even if he wasn't getting turned on, she was.
"Let's go upstairs now, honey," she purred.
"You're not going to let me alone until we do," he said wearily.
She rose up and tugged at his hand. "Let's go," she said, ignoring his complaints. She was used to it. He'd been telling her for years that she made too many demands on him.
She pulled him out of the room and up the stairs. She could almost smell the aroma of her steaming cunt and hear the squishing sounds made when she walked.
In the bedroom, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. He kissed her, his lips coming down on hers hard, almost like in the old days.
He released her for a moment and turned on the television set. "That way we won't have to watch the time," he said, returning and pulling her into his arms.
"Oh, Jesus, Doug," she began, but he cut off her words by pushing his tongue into her mouth.
She sucked his tongue and decided not to argue about the television set being on. She would ignore it. And if it wasn't on, he'd be distracted wondering what was on the tube. He was a television junky and always had been, so she just had to live with it.
Now he cupped the shimmering globes of her tits in both hands. She melted against him as her nipples stiffened under his caress. She unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. It throbbed in her hand and she trembled at the feel of its size. She still wasn't used to how big his dick was, even only half-hard.
Her cunt twitched and lubricated and her cunt flaps pulsed. The crotch of her bikinis clung to her cunt folds and she broke the embrace.
"Suck my tits, honey," she said. "Please, suck them."
She always had to beg him to suck her tits. He hardly ever engaged in foreplay anymore. When she did convince him to fuck her, he wanted to get right to the fucking. Foreplay to Doug was her sucking his cock.
"Hey, that's one of my favorite shows," he said, his eyes on the television screen as she pushed him down onto the bed.
"You can listen," she said, "while you suck!"
She grabbed his head and pulled his lips against her ripe boobs. He opened his jaws and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Suck hard!" she hissed, gripping his head to hold his mouth firmly against her jugs. "Real hard!"
Rolling over onto the bed, he buried his face against the soft lush pillows of her boobs. He licked and nibbled her velvety skin and darted his tongue over her hardening nipples.
She thrust forward, pushing more of her silken boob into his mouth. He pulled back and she dragged her fingernails down to his belt and struggled with the buckle.
"Take it easy," he mumbled, his lips working over her boobs.
"Help me take it out," she said, jerking his pants down.
She sighed when his pants and shorts were off his feet and she went to work on his dick. He lifted his mouth from her tits and stared at the television screen, but she pushed him over and fell on top of him.
The horny blonde housewife slipped her panties off and pressed her hot cunt against his cock. Her cunt lips felt swollen as she rubbed herself against him.
Pulling back, she gazed down at his big cock. Thank God it eventually got hard. Now it jutted up from his jungle of cock-hair, the tiny slit brimming whitish cream. His prick was thick and long and as usual she became excited at the sight of it.
"Let me suck it, honey," she said, resting on her knees in front of him. "Let me suck it into my throat before we fuck."
"Shit, why not?" he said, leaning back and spreading his legs, one eye on the television screen.
Georgia lay on her belly between his legs and fondled his prick and balls. She'd always loved to fuck. Even as a teenager and before she met Doug, she'd had a hot cunt . When she was younger, she'd been able to come after three or four strokes of a boy's cock. Later, when she was more experienced, she needed more excitement. The trouble was, the older she became, the more foreplay she needed and Doug just wouldn't give it to her.
Occasionally she wondered what it would be like to make love to another man. She'd never cheated on Doug, not once in all the years of their marriage. But the thought occurred to her lately more and more. He was neglecting her and it wasn't fair. Everything seemed to be more important to him than his own wife.
Raising herself up, she let her big tits flop over his crotch. "Do my boobies feel good on your cock?" she said.
"Ssshhh," he said. "I'm trying to listen."
She rubbed her tits over his prick, wrapping her legs around his thigh. Her cunt gaped open and wet his skin as she closed her tits around his upthrust dick.
"Does that feel good, honey?" she said.
"Sure."
Her pussy leaked and he reached down and wiped up the juice from his leg. "You're getting me all wet," he said.
"Fuck you!" she fumed.
Rolling over onto her back, she raised her legs in the air. She turned to face him, but he hardly seemed aware of her rage. She glanced at the television screen. There was a woman singing a popular song and Doug stared at her with hot eyes.
"What's she got that I haven't got?" Georgia said.
"Whatever it is, she doesn't nag me," he said.
"Well, I need to get fucked!"
Rolling over, he flung himself on top of her. He held his dick in both hands and guided it toward her dripping pussy. "Is this what you want?" he growled.
Reaching out to help him, she snarled.
"Yes, that's what I want!"
His cockhead reached the socket of her gash and parted her pulpy lips. In a moment his prick was sliding inside her hot succulent hole and she was humping her ass to meet the wonderful thrust.
"Oh, Doug!" she breathed when his cock slithered into her overheated snatch. "Fuck me, Doug!"
"Shut up! Do you have to talk so much?"
He hated when she talked while they fucked. He'd always hated it. He thought people didn't have to talk when they fucked. He thought words weren't necessary. It was one of many things they disagreed on. Georgia liked to talk when she fucked. It turned her on to say dirty words and tell the man what she liked and what she wanted to do to him. And in the old days Doug hadn't objected. He'd liked it then. It turned him on when she used every obscene word she knew while she sucked his cock. But now he was a stodgy old man and he wasn't even thirty.
"Stick your cock in there!" she gasped. "Really give it to me!"
As if to deliberately frustrate her, he began a slow fucking rhythm. He stroked his dick into her tight gripping cunt , a sneer on his face.
She knew he enjoyed her tight cunt around his prick. She clasped her cunt -muscles around his rod and wiggled her ass. She knew she was a good fuck, but he remained hostile and fucked her slowly and deliberately.
"Faster!" she said. "Please fuck faster!"
"Listen, do you want to do it yourself?"
"I may as well, for all the good you're doing me!"
More from anger than lust, he plunged his prick inside her widely parted cunt flaps and rammed hard and deep into her depths. "Is this what you want, bitch?" he rasped.
"Oh, fuck you!"
"Yeah, my mother knew what she was talking about when she warned me not to marry you!"
Georgia pushed her pussy up to meet his strokes. "Fuck you and your mother!" she hissed.
Despite her anger, her snatch quivered with excitement. Fighting while they fucked turned her on. At least he knew she was alive when they argued.
He screwed his solid hunk of male-meat in and out of her grasping gash. Her ass bounced around on the bed, churning in circles as his prick rammed into her.
She tried to slow his strokes, but he held her asscheeks in his hands and forced his dick fast and hard into her twat. "You wanted it fast, bitch!" he puffed. "Now what's the trouble?"
"Slow down a little, hon," she said.
"Why the fuck should I?"
"I need a little more time."
"Well, I don't!"
She dragged her nails over his shoulders and he growled. He corkscrewed his prick into her snatch and she tried to hold it inside her.
"Your cock feels so big, honey!" she breathed.
"Oh, yeah?" he said.
"I love it!"
"It's about time you said something nice."
"I'm going to come so hard," she said.
"Well, you better hurry."
"Not too soon, honey," she said. "Fuck me a little longer."
Her long blonde hair was wet with perspiration. He snorted as he pistoned his dick in and out of her fuck-hole. He twisted his head and glanced at the television screen and Georgia became furious.
"Stop looking at that thing!" she said.
"Jesus Christ!"
Her huge tits bounced around with each thrust of his cock. Her cunt smoldered despite her anger and she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm engulf her.
She raised her ass and pushed her pleasure-filled cunt up to meet his dick. Her pussy sucked and milked his prick and she felt him tighten up.
She tossed her head from side to side and begged him not to stop. She shivered and shook as the hot sensations in her cunt erupted. Raising her legs and draping them over his shoulders, she came, trembling violently as the shudders shook her body.
Jets of cunt juice poured like a faucet out of her pussy. Waves of bliss washed over her as he continued spearing his dick in and out of her twat.
"Keep fucking!" she begged, grabbing his neck and pulling his chest against her tits. "Don't stop!"
"Horny bitch!" he growled, but continued ramming his dick in and out of her gulch.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and used them for leverage. She hoisted her ass up from the mattress and squeezed her cunt lips around his cock.
"Give me one more come!" she panted, straining against him. "Please, honey, give me one more come!"
"Shit, look at that!"
His eyes were glued to the television screen and the blonde wife fought back tears. Here she was begging him to bring her off, and he was watching the damn television!
She sank her teeth into his shoulder and he roared, pulling his prick out of her cunt . He rolled over onto his back and rubbed his arm. "Why'd you do that?"
She climbed over him and tried to force his dick back into her twat. "I'm sorry, honey," she panted. "Come on back and finish. Honest, I'm sorry."
She stretched out on her back with her legs in the air and begged him to finish off. He deliberately stared at the television screen and pumped his cock.
"Don't bring yourself off!" she screamed.
"I'll do whatever I want!"
"Please, don't do that! I'll do whatever you say, only fuck me again!"
Frustration raged through her, but he refused to budge. "I'm gonna jack off and if you don't like it maybe next time you'll keep your big mouth shut."
"Oh, no!" she cried, plunging two fingers into her twat and trying to bring herself off.
They both jerked off in silence and in a few moments Doug grunted and climaxed. He directed the spray of jism over her belly and the overheated blonde scooped up some of the love-jelly and rubbed it over her excited clit.
It was no use. She was too upset to come again. She strained to achieve the release she needed. She needed more than one orgasm to be satisfied and Doug knew it.
"Oh, fuck!" she sobbed. "It's no use! Help me!"
She turned to her husband, but by now Doug was leaning against the pillows, engrossed in the television show. "Please, honey," she said, trying to control her anger. "Help me jerk off."
"Do it yourself," he said coldly. "Maybe next time you'll shut up."
Okay, she thought as she frantically rubbed her clit. I'll get even somehow, husband dear. Somehow, I'll find a way.
CHAPTER TWO
"You're prettier than ever."
Georgia sat in a downtown coffee shop sipping a coke and enjoying a hamburger. At first she didn't realize the words were directed at her.
"I said, you're prettier than ever," the deep voice repeated.
Turning around, the blonde housewife smiled. "Well, if it isn't Jeff Henry."
"And if it isn't Georgia Barclay. Or is it something else now?"
Georgia stopped chewing her sandwich as they chatted. Jeff Henry had attended the local high school for one year only. Her sophomore year. But all the girls had been crazy about him, including Georgia. Happily, he'd been interested only in her and Georgia and he went steady the entire year. Then his parents had moved away. His father was a career army man, and she'd never seen him again.
"What are you doing now?" he said.
"I'm just an old married lady. And my name's Drake."
"You'll never be old," he said in a low voice. "I've never forgotten you." She felt a chill when he took her hand in his.
"You haven't? You mean you've never married?"
"Sure, I've tried it. As a matter-of-fact I've tried it a couple of times." He chuckled softly. "But the minute the marriage vows were made the girls became shrews." He gazed into her eyes and she felt herself melt. "I've often wondered what it would have been like married to you, Gigi."
"No one but you has ever called me that!" she beamed.
Her heart beat fast as the waitress refilled her coffee cup and they caught up on the past years. Eventually the place became crowded and Jeff grabbed both their checks.
"Let's get out of here," he said in a take-charge voice that excited her. "They're breathing down our necks."
They left the restaurant and walked down the street hand in hand. They spent the next hour window-shopping, chatting about their high school days and the crowd they had run around with.
"Are you happily married?" he said. "I barely remember Doug Drake."
"That's a hard question to answer. But Doug's okay," she said quickly.
"There's only two answers. Yes or no. And you're being defensive."
"It's not so simple," she sighed. "And Doug is a good guy."
They gazed into the window of a jewelry shop and Georgia tried to change the subject. "Isn't that a lovely pin?" she said.
"You're not going to do that," he said.
Her heart sank. "Do what?"
"You're not weaseling out of it. Are you happy with your old man or not?"
"Oh, Jeff!"
"You're not, are you?"
"Well, not always."
"Why don't you split?"
"I still love him," she said in a small voice. "Well, you can't beat love, can you?" he said.
They continued walking hand in hand and Georgia lost all track of time. She felt the old attraction she'd felt so long ago for the man whose hand she clung to. And it was true that she loved Doug, but things were so rotten lately.
"We fight a lot," she said after a while. "That's no good and you know it."
"I know."
After that everything was a haze. "Let's stop the bull," Jeff said.
They stood in the local park, under a tree, and Georgia felt a slight breeze ruffling her skirt. "Bull?" she whispered.
"We both know what's going on," he said, his hands around her waist. "What... what's going on?" she said. "We want each other," he said. "Just like in the old days. Only maybe even more, Gigi. My cock is so damn hard and I want you so damn bad."
"Jeff!" she gasped. "I'm a married woman!"
Five minutes later they were in his motel room. His fingers trembled as he reached over and yanked her sweater up. He peeled it over her heaving tits, exposing the sensitive melons to his eyes.
She felt dizzy and warm as he stared at her lace-covered tits.
"They're even prettier than I remembered them," he murmured.
He slipped her sweater over her head and as her arms rose her tits almost fell out of the tiny cups enclosing them. When her arms fell back to her sides, she raised them again and fluffed her hair.
"Don't worry," he said. "You're lovely when your hair is mussed like that."
He took both her hands in his and pressed the palm of one hand to his lips. He kissed first one and then the other palm and she felt shivers of excitement rage through her.
Her panties were soaked with love-juice and then he suddenly dropped her hands and went to the telephone to call room-service. He ordered a bottle of wine and as they waited for it to arrive, he held her in his arms and stroked her hair.
Georgia was amazed at how excited she became when he touched her. Even when he touched her hair or kissed her neck, her entire body came alive.
Maybe it's because it's something different, she thought. Maybe it's because it's new. But in her heart she knew that wasn't it. She knew that Jeff was handling her in a way that Doug hadn't done for years. He was playing with her body as if it were a musical instrument and her body was responding to every caress.
She slipped into the bathroom when the room service waiter arrived. When he was gone, she returned and Jeff poured the wine. They each drank down a full glass and Georgia felt herself relax.
"Better?" he smiled.
"I am a little nervous," she stammered.
"This the first time you've cheated on your old man?"
"Yes."
He took the glass out of her hand and put it down on the table. "Take my shirt off," he said.
She unbuttoned his shirt. It seemed so natural to be undressing him. She remembered years ago pulling his tee-shirt over his head and slipping her hand inside his jeans. They usually fucked in his car at a drive-in or a local lovers' lane in those days. Now it seemed somehow right that they were about to make love in a motel room.
She pulled his shirt off his shoulders and he lifted her tits in his hands. "They're bigger and better than ever," he said.
"I'm glad you think so," she said.
Her nipples felt stiff and her heart pounded, but stiff as her nipples were they became harder under his caress. She moved her hands over his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles and the tickling of his thick thatch of chest-hair. His skin was smooth and tan and he was heavier than he'd been as a teenager, but he didn't have an ounce of extra fat on him. His belly was flat and his upper arms bulged with muscles.
"Take my pants off," he said, and Georgia's eyes widened.
"You want me to take them off?" she said dumbly.
He laughed. "Sure, why not?"
Shaking slightly, she unbuckled his belt and tugged at his zipper. It was stuck. She struggled with it for a moment while he snickered. "You can do it," he said.
She finally succeeded in lowering his zipper and pulling his pants off his ass. He stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bed. He helped her by forcing her fingers over the waistband of his shorts and helping her pull them down. He pulled her down onto the bed as his prick popped free.
He grabbed her into his arms and they rolled into the middle of the bed. He covered her face and throat with kisses and let his lips drag from her neck to the top of her tits.
She still wore her bra and all the rest of her clothes, but he was naked. He scraped his teeth over her cleavage and nibbled her ear-lobes.
When she thought she couldn't stand anymore without having his cock inside her, he yanked her bra off and pushed his hairy chest against her massive tits. "You feel so good!" he murmured, pressing his chest into her dagger-tipped boobs.
"Oh, Jeff!"
Her mind was a haze and all she cared about was this man who was pressing against her. She felt an urgency in her pussy and all that mattered was having him inside her.
"Fuck me, Jeff!"
"Soon, baby, soon," he said soothingly.
He took her hand and closed her fingers over his prick. It was bigger than she thought. It throbbed against her fingers and felt as hard as a brick.
"You're so big!" she said.
He chuckled. "I'll bet you tell that to all the guys."
"No, really, you're huge!"
"Bigger than when we were kids?"
"I think so."
"I grew it just for you."
"Oh, Jeff!" she giggled as he licked and nibbled her neck and shoulder.
Her heart pounded as his lips came closer to her tits. He moved his head from one side to the other, gradually easing his lips down to her throbbing boobs.
Her skirt had slipped up to her hips and his prick stabbed her thigh. He brought his mouth down on her right boob and held her left one in his hand as his cock slid inside her legs.
He ran the tip of his tongue over one boob and then the other and fastened his lips over her nipples. She felt her nipples blossom in his mouth. They pulsated with excitement as they hadn't done in years.
Her breathing was ragged as he moved from one jug to the other. He kept up a steady stream of conversation, telling her how lovely her tits tasted and how much he looked forward to sucking her cunt .
"Do you like when a man sucks your cunt?" he said. "Oh, yes!"
"Do you have a sensitive clit?"
"Oh, God, yes!"
"Do you like giving head?"
"Oh, Jeff, I love it all!"
She was gasping for breath, her tits rising and falling under his talented lips and tongue and teeth. Her belly rippled and her thighs fell open. She gyrated her ass and pressed her pussy against his thigh.
He finally moved one hand down her belly and stroked her bare skin. She trembled as his fingers drew closer to her aching cunt -mound. He touched the waistband of her skirt and continued tonguing her tits.
Moving his hand down, he slid it up her skirt and fondled her sensitive inner thighs. "Just like velvet," he said, stroking her shimmering flesh. "Just like velvet."
His fingers grazed the crotch of her panties, but he seemed to deliberately stay away from the seat of her passion.
"Touch me there!" she hissed.
"Oh, baby!"
He moved his hand over her clit and rubbed through the fabric of her panties. "Yes, yes, do that!" she said. "Touch me there!"
She tossed her head back and forth as he stroked her joy-button. She had a tiny, but intense, orgasm and then he moved his hand away and began undressing her.
"Let's just get you naked," he said in a husky voice. "Let's see the rest of your gorgeous body."
For a moment Georgia thought he might be disappointed in her, but when he slipped her skirt off and gazed down at her bikini-covered pussy, he smiled.
"The seat of your power," he said.
"My power?"
"Sure," he said, leaning over and planting a hot kiss on her pussy thicket. "Any man would kill for a cunt like this."
Any man but my husband, Georgia thought.
When he began stroking her overheated flesh, she stopped thinking about Doug and gave herself over to her hot lust. She felt hornier than she had in years and desperately in need of a man's cock inside her. She realized, too, that it was always a cock she'd needed. That was why masturbation didn't work for her. She needed that piece of meat inside her like she needed food to eat and air to breath.
Now she spread her thighs and gazed at Jeff's face as he examined her pussy. Long silky tendrils of blonde cunt -fur poked out of her bikinis. Jeff slipped his index finger inside the tiny crotch and wedged it against her hot cunt .
He yanked the panties down and moved his finger inside the hot slit separating her cunt folds. He rubbed up and down, drenching his finger with her love-cream and caressing her clit.
She sighed when he stroked her love-bud. He pushed the hood up and caressed her swollen clit until she felt another orgasm overwhelm her senses.
Gasping, she jerked her hips and hungrily pushed her gash against his fingers. He continued fondling her humid gash while he leaned down and pressed his lips against her jiggling mountains of boob-flesh.
He dragged his lips from one tit to the other and down to her belly. He tongued her navel and dribbled saliva down to the edge of her cunt -muff. He licked it up again with long strokes of his tongue, finally hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her bikinis and pulling them off her feet.
Now they were both naked and he hovered over her, gazing at her luscious body. She let her legs fall open without regard to modesty and he groaned as he dropped his mouth to her snatch.
"Oh, Jeff!" she sobbed, bending her knees and tilting her cunt up. "What is it, baby?"
"Oh, God, it's so good!"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Suck me!"
"Like this?"
He lapped his tongue from her clit to her asshole and back again. "Yes!"
"And this?"
He lashed his tongue back and forth over her cunt -pulp. "Yes!"
She jerked her hips and tried to capture his tongue in her cunt hole. He sucked her lust-engorged pussy-folds into his mouth. His upper lip caressed her clit and she shivered as Shockwaves of excitement rippled through her.
Suddenly he was on top of her, his chest bearing down on her tits and his prick nestled against her pussy. In a moment his prick was inside her and after a few strokes her pussy erupted.
The waves of ecstasy were still raging through her when he turned around. She looked up and stared at his huge, jism-filled balls, hanging over her face. The aroma of his male-meat was mixed with her cunt juice and she eagerly grabbed his hips and brought his cock and balls down to her mouth.
He lowered his mouth to her gash, exploring her pussy with his tongue as she tilted his cock back and into her hungry mouth. She took in as much as she could, and what wouldn't fit she caressed with her fingers.
Incredibly, his cock seemed to grow in her mouth. She sucked hard on his cockhead, and squeezed his lust-bloated nuts. She stroked his rock-hard shaft and slid the ring of her lips down as far as she could without choking.
She felt Jeff shiver. She prayed he wouldn't come before he fucked her again. Still, she couldn't resist opening her jaws wide and sucking more and more of his shaft into her mouth.
Her lips were stretched wide around his fuckpole and she squeezed his asscheeks and balls. He forced his tongue into her pussy-hole and held her ass in his big hands.
When she felt his finger slide into her asshole, she crashed through another orgasm.
When she stopped shaking, he scrambled around and once again plunged his fuck-stick into her snatch.
"Fuck!" he grunted, spearing her brutally with his massive boner.
"Fuck!" she shrieked. "Fuck me!"
CHAPTER THREE
After that the fights with Doug became more numerous and more vigorous. Now that she had experienced really good fucking, the quickies she had with her husband were even less satisfying.
A week after Jeff left town the jewelry shop where she'd admired the pin delivered a package. Her fingers shook when she opened the box and she held her breath when she gazed down at the pin.
He remembered, she thought with excitement.
"I need your signature, Mrs. Drake," the delivery boy said.
"Oh, yes, certainly," Georgia stammered, placing the package on the coffee table. "Where shall I sign?"
She signed the receipt, but the boy continued shifting from one foot to the other. She finally realized he was waiting for a tip and left the room to rummage around in her purse for a half dollar.
"Here you are," she said as she walked back into the room. Her heart was light, but even now she wondered where she could hide the expensive pin so Doug wouldn't see it.
"Thanks," the boy mumbled, still not moving from the front hallway.
Georgia stood at the door, a perplexed expression on her face. "Is there something else?"
"Yeah," the boy grinned.
"Well, what is it?" She was beginning to feel impatient.
"I think you're real pretty."
For the first time the horny housewife was aware that the teenager was staring at her tits. Her pussy throbbed unexpectedly at the memory of the wonderful fuck with Jeff. The expression in the delivery boy's eyes reminded her of the way Jeff had examined her cunt and ass that day.
"You do, do you?" Georgia grinned, her hands on her hips and her head cocked as she gazed at the boy.
"Sure do," he said, licking his lips as he leered at the low neckline of her robe.
Her nipples poked out at the thin fabric and Georgia automatically pulled the robe closer against her.
"Don't you know you're not supposed to stare that way?" she said.
"Jeez, I'm sorry," he said, closing his hand over the doorknob. "You won't tell the boss, will you?"
An idea suddenly formed in the blonde's mind and she moved against the door, blocking his way. "I wouldn't think of it," she said. "What's your hurry? Why don't you stay awhile? I'll give you some cookies, if you'd like."
He had a strange expression in his eyes and she talked fast so as not to lose her nerve.
"Would you like some milk? Come into the kitchen." She took his hand and dragged him down the hall to the back of the house.
"Here," she said, almost pushing him down onto a chair. "Sit down. I'll get the milk and cookies."
She deliberately averted her eyes as she busied herself with pouring milk and putting cookies on a plate. The cookies were only from a package, but she hoped he wouldn't notice.
He slumped down on the chair and wolfed down half a dozen cookies. She kept refilling his glass, but her eyes stayed glued to his crotch.
She decided not to be coy. He was only a kid and she felt totally confident. The worst thing that could happen was that his mother would give her hell, but that wasn't likely. If she remembered boys his age, they told their mothers nothing about their sex life.
She got to her feet and stood in front of him. She wore high-heeled slippers and a shortie robe and she stood before him with her hands on her hips and her tits peeking out of the top of the robe.
"Do you like to have your cock sucked?" she said.
The teenager choked on a swallow of milk. "You heard me right," she said. "Well, do you?"
The boy's mouth fell open and his eyes widened before his face crinkled up in a smile. "Sure, who doesn't?"
Georgia sank to her knees in front of him and pushed the plateful of cookies aside. "You can finish these later," she said, her heart pounding as she tugged at his zipper.
"Holy shit!" he breathed when she took his cock out of. his fly and held it in both hands.
She gazed down at his dick. It wasn't as big as she liked, but it would do. In any case, it wasn't hard yet. It was well on the way, but not yet full-sized.
"What are you gonna do?" he hissed.
"I'm going to suck your cock," she said calmly. "You don't mind, do you? You said you liked it."
"Jesus Christ!" he breathed. "This is my lucky day!"
"Just don't tell anyone," she said, rubbing her thumb over his piss-slit. "It'll be our secret."
"Sure, whatever you say, Mrs. Drake," he said.
Georgia dragged her hungry lips over his cockhead. She opened her jaws wide and lapped her tongue over his shaft. He had a thick head of reddish-brown hair and smooth flawless skin. His eyes were big and brown and innocent and in a few years he'd make a good stud.
She washed his cock-knob with her tongue and flicked her tongue-tip on the flared rim under his cockhead. Slowly and deliberately she filled her mouth with his prick. She plunged forward and took his entire cock-stalk into her mouth and all the time her tongue danced over his meat.
She knew from the way he moaned that he would probably shoot off soon, but she also knew that boys his age got hard again fast. In any case, she decided to take the chance. She was too hot to stop now.
"Let's have a feel of these," she cooed, hefting his balls in one hand and squeezing them as she cradled his prick in her saliva-filled mouth.
The boy gazed down at her with half-shut eyes. His eyes glittered and he looked very young and a little frightened. Georgia suddenly had a pang of guilt. He was only a kid and what she was doing wasn't right. Still, she couldn't help it. She needed a cock and his was the only one around.
Now she bobbed her head up and down, sucking furiously on his throbbing dick. The boy sucked in his breath and tensed. He grabbed her hair and directed her mouth. Her long blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and he pulled on it as she sucked on his velvet-skinned prick.
When he came, the first blast of jism took her by surprise. Half of it spilled over her chin, but she directed the rest of it down her throat.
"Mmmmmmmmm, yummmmmmmmm!" she said as she nursed on his cock.
She slid her lips up and down his shaft and fondled his pink balls. He clung to her sun-streaked hair and pulled hard when she tried to release his cock.
Her pussy quivered as she drained him dry. She continued sucking his dick even after his balls were drained and then she licked up the spunk from her chin.
The boy sank back in the chair and stared at her and the horny blonde wife trembled as she straightened up. "Remember," she said. "This is our secret."
She untied the belt to her robe and opened the robe wide to show him her naked body. He sucked in his breath as he stared at her huge upthrust tits and fur-covered snatch.
"Do you think you can get that thing hard again?" she said.
She stroked her cunt -jungle and smiled down at the teenager.
His eyes were clear and sweet and he nodded his head as he drank her in. "I'll never tell anyone. And this'll be hard again in no time."
She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Kiss me," she whispered and the boy timidly leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Not like that, like this," she said, clamping her lips over his and pushing her tongue into his mouth.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed his hair as they clung together. His jeans hung down around his ankles and her naked body rubbed against his limp cock.
"I haven't showered yet today," she said. "Have you ever showered with a woman?"
"No," he said, his eyes wide and excited.
"Well, today's the day!"
She took him upstairs to the master bathroom and in a few minutes they were standing under a hot spray locked in an intimate embrace. She bent down and licked his tiny nipples and he tangled his fingers in her soaking wet hair and moaned.
Giggling with happiness, she stood up and held his ass while she kissed him again. The water streamed over them and she lathered his body, paying special attention to his cock and balls and asshole. She rubbed his sensitive little bung and forced her fingertip inside.
"Oh, fuck, Mrs. Drake!" he said.
"No good?" she teased.
"Yeah, it's great!"
"Do you think you're going to be able to fuck me?"
"You mean it?"
"I not only mean it, I need it badly."
"Jesus, Mrs. Drake, I'll fuck you into the ground!"
"You sound like you mean it," she giggled.
She kissed him and then handed him the bar of soap. "Do me now," she said.
He took the soap from her hand and she slowly turned around and poked her ass back at the teenager. He snickered and lathered her asscheeks. When she crouched down and pointed lewdly at her snatch, he ran the bar of soap over her curly blonde cunt -jungle.
When he had lathered her entire body, she turned back to face him and they kissed again. She held his ass and pried his asscheeks apart. She reached around and shoved a finger into his asshole an the boy bent down and kissed her tits.
The shower-spray fanned their bodies and Georgia's long hair clung wetly to her neck and shoulders. She moaned as she fingerfucked his shitter. His cock was stiff again and pressed against her belly as she frigged his butt.
"I can't wait anymore!" she hissed. "Let's get out of here!"
They rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. She handed him a large bath towel and told him to dry her off. When he was finished, she dried him off and they returned to the bedroom.
"Have you ever fucked a woman my age before?" she said.
"Uh uh," he muttered.
"Are you nervous?"
"A little."
Georgia stretched out on the bed, writhing her hips and spreading her legs. The teenager climbed on next to her and awkwardly leaned over and kissed her belly.
"Touch me all over," she said.
He ran his fingers over her neck and shoulders and down to her tits. He worked them down to her abdomen and dragged them over her thighs. He dabbed at her cunt -muff and stroked and caressed down to her calves and her feet.
"That's very nice, Billy," she said, wiggling her hips and brushing her lips over his prick. "Now make love to my cunt."
The boy hunched down on the bed and fastened his lips to her gaping pussy. She sighed when he held her cunt flaps back and let his tongue dance over her inner folds.
He licked her swollen clit and wet down her pussy-thatch. Any shyness he had exhibited before disappeared. He licked and kissed her snatch with enthusiasm and a sweetly innocent eroticism.
The over-sexed blonde wife held his head and pressed his mouth over her clit and then over her juiced-up hole. It was wonderful to be able to direct the pressure. The boy did whatever she wanted, lashing his tongue over her inner thighs and sucking her clit into his mouth.
"Roll it like that!" she hissed when he let his tongue play over her love-button.
"Like this?" he croaked.
"Yes, that's very good, Billy. That's lovely."
"You're real hot, aren't you, Mrs. Drake?"
He gazed up at her, cunt juice drenching his mouth and cheeks. She giggled. "That's an understatement if I ever heard one."
His tongue made lewd sounds as he slurped over her gash. She cried out and arched her back sharply, pulling on his hair as the exquisite sensations invaded her snatch.
"Stop for a minute," she moaned. "I can't take any more. Come up here next to me and let me feel your prick."
He moved up next to her and she curled her fingers over his stiff cock. She squeezed his shaft and felt his cockhead swell. He shut his eyes and grimaced as she fondled his nuts and squeezed his dick-root.
"I can't wait to have your cock inside me, honey," she said. "But I don't want you to ruin it by shooting off too soon. Okay?"
"Yeah, Mrs. Drake, whatever you say."
"You have to use control, Billy," she said as the boy thrust his hips forward. She released his cock, afraid she would bring him off. "Women don't like when a man comes too soon. Before they have a chance to come. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
The horny blonde felt frustrated, but the boy finally muttered he understood. "Can I stick it in now, Mrs. Drake?"- "Call me Georgia," she said.
"Can I stick it in now, Georgia?"
"Yes, you can stick it in now!"
She raised one leg like a bitch in heat and dropped it over his hip. She moved forward and felt the heat of his cockhead against her slit.
Wiggling her ass, she rubbed his knob against her slick cunt -meat. His dick pressing down on her clit, she raised her ass and let his knob rest inside her twat.
Her hairy cunt lips closed around the flared rim under his cockhead and she rubbed the sensitive underside of his cock with a moistened fingertip.
The teenager thrust his hips forward, but instead of sinking inside her, his prick shot over her thigh. He grinned with embarrassment and she grabbed his dick and brought it back against the warm wetness of her gash.
"Come over here," she said, pulling him on top of her and rolling onto her back.
"Oh, fuck, Mrs. Drake!" he croaked. "Jesus Christ!"
"Call me Georgia!" she said, ramming her cunt up and devouring his cock.
They wrapped their arms around each other. They kissed, exchanging tongues and saliva while he bucked up and down over her writhing pussy.
"Dick me!" she panted, clamping her legs around his back. "Dick me into the ground!"
The boy appeared dazed, both by his conquest and her words. "Jesus, Mrs. Drake, I'm doing my best!" he puffed.
"I know you are and it's good! Fuck my cunt , you pussy-slasher! Dick it hard and deep and make me come hard! Make me come good! Dick me, you cocksman!"
She shrieked as her pussy spasmed and her cunt closed down on the teenager's thrusting rod. Her eyes fluttered closed and waves of passion engulfed her body.
The boy began pounding her cunt like a battering ram. He clutched her fleshy ass while he shot off. She felt jet after jet of thick jism pour into her pussy and she came again as he sawed his dick in and out of her grasping cunt .
The wonderful itch that signaled yet another climax began and she scissored her legs around his back and squeezed hard as she rocked through the wonderful sensations.
The boy collapsed on top of her and she had one last orgasm as he lay there, his limp dick inside her. She pushed him off her body and sat up on the bed, glancing at the clock.
"Get up," she said. "You've got to get out of here now."
CHAPTER FOUR
Jeff returned to town a month later. Georgia lied to Doug for the first time. She told him an old girlfriend was coming to town and she was spending the entire day with her.
The day before his arrival she bought a sexy new dress and high-heeled sandals. On an impulse she bought a black lace garter-belt and stockings. Black opera-length stockings. And black four-inch heel sandals.
She put everything away where Doug wouldn't see it, in the same drawer in which she'd hidden the pin. She blushed when she thought about the pin, hidden away for the past weeks and never worn. She had never seen Billy Martin again and hoped she never would. The memory of fucking the teenager embarrassed her. It just didn't seem right to corrupt a boy of his age.
On the day Jeff was due to arrive she dressed and made up carefully. She spent an hour sunbathing to encourage the sun-streaks in her hair. Some women had streaks put in artificially in the beauty parlor, but she was proud that hers were natural.
At eleven o'clock sharp, she knocked on Jeff's motel door. He opened it instantly and they fell into each other's arms.
"Darling!" he said.
"Jeff!" she said.
He kicked the door closed and they clung together in a long embrace.
"I've missed you so much," he said.
"Oh, I've missed you too!"
"I've been dying to have your cunt wrapped around my cock."
"Oh, Jeff!"
"Give it a good sucking, honey, will you?" he said, sinking down on the bed and pulling her over him.
"I've dreamed about sucking your prick," she said. "I swear that just last night I dreamed that you were laying on your back and I was between your legs. And I was sucking you off. And you came and then got hard again and came again. And you kept getting hard and shooting off and my mouth was filled with your jism and my hair was sticky with it and it was running down my legs. And then," she giggled, "you fucked me in the ass and my asshole was filled with it."
"Georgie, will you let me fuck your asshole?"
"I've been wondering when you'd ask!"
Giggling like two kids, they rolled around the bed. Jeff unzipped his fly and straddled her tits, slowly easing his half-stiff dick over her lips.
They rolled around again and now Jeff lay on his back and the blonde bent down between his legs and curled her fingers around his prick. Lowering her head, she began hungrily licking the fuck-cream from his cockhead.
She moved to his dick-base and lapped her tongue around the hairy root and flicked it up his shaft. She felt her excitement mount as she licked and sucked his prick. She hadn't had a cock in her mouth since Billy Martin. God, she loved sucking cock!
Jeff's prick quickly grew and soon filled her mouth. She found it easier to suck more of it into her throat this time and soon she had almost his entire vein-bulging prick-shaft in her mouth.
She darted her tongue up and down and back and forth over his smooth crimson colored prick-knob. Then she flicked it over the sensitive spot just under his cockhead and down to his curly mass of cock-hair.
He groaned and fondled her hair as she licked around his cock-base.
"Suck my balls, honey," he said.
She ran her tongue over his jism-filled nuts and felt them tighten. She held his ball-bag and soon the skin pulled taut around his nuts. Pursing her lips, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and let it roll around her cheek. She released it and repeated the process with his other ball and soon both nuts were coated with her warm saliva.
"Baby, baby, baby, why don't we get married?" he said.
Georgia's heart stopped. "You don't mean that," she said.
"Don't bet on it, honey," he said. "You've got the most incredible mouth in the world. Where the hell did you learn to give head? I've never experienced anything like it."
"I love it," she hissed, holding his cockhead in her mouth and lashing her tongue over the tiny slit.
His mention of marriage made her uncomfortable. She had no intention of divorcing Doug. At least not at this point. She still loved him, despite all their problems. And God knew they had problems.
Just last night they'd had a terrible fight and they'd both said some terrible things. But Jeff's track record wasn't too good. He'd finally confessed that he'd been married three times, not twice as he'd originally said.
Now she plunged her lips down his fuckpole and took the entire rod into her mouth. Her nose pressed against his cock-hair as she face fucked him.
She moved her head up and down slowly and carefully so as not to bring him off. He grunted and held her head and she twisted her mouth and nibbled on the loose skin under his cockhead.
"I can get it up again!" he hissed.
She felt her own juices flow as her lips worked their magic. Her cunt trembled with excitement and she knew suddenly that she was about to come just from sucking his cock.
Holding his prick in one hand, she climbed around on the bed and lay next to him while she felt her humid crotch. She still had all her clothes on and Jeff hadn't even seen her sexy underwear.
Her skirt was up to her crotch and she rubbed her moist cunt while she fingered his prick. Unhooking her garter belt, she pulled her panties down and slid her hand along the moist slit of her gash.
She shivered as her fingers touched her pussy. Jeff craned his neck and his eyes glittered when he noticed her garter-belt and stockings.
"You got dressed up for me," he said.
"I'm so hot!" she said, rubbing her cunt in a frenzy as she pumped his dick.
Turning around, she shoved her cunt at his face and dropped her lips over his dick. She gave herself one orgasm and then climbed off the bed and stripped her clothes off.
Jeff undressed too. "You look so beautiful," he said. "And I hardly got a good look at you in that sexy stuff."
"You can look next time," she said, stretching out on her back and spreading her legs.
She rubbed her cunt lips and ran her fingers up and down her dripping flaps to her clit. She stroked the excited nub in a circular motion, touching off incredible waves of pleasure that coursed through her pussy and invaded her entire body. She was feeling sexual pleasure she'd never experienced in her life and she forgot Doug and everything else except her cunt and Jeff's cock.
Now he straddled her face again and she eagerly accepted his cock into her mouth. He fucked her face as she masturbated and she felt herself climb toward another orgasm. Cunt cream ran down her fingers and drenched the sheet. She finger-fucked her cunt and mouthfucked his prick at the same time. She felt his balls tighten up and wondered if he would blast off in her mouth.
"Oh, baby, I'm almost there!" he groaned. "I'm going to shoot a load right down your throat. Don't stop! I'm almost there!"
His entire body stiffened and she felt the intense strain in his cock as her wet-lipped mouth did its work. She kept up her frenzied sucking, sliding her lips over his rock-hard dick while she rubbed her horny cunt .
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "Oh, fucking yeah!"
With a loud roar, he shot a jet of warm jism into the back of her throat. It felt like a volcano going off in her mouth. She felt drowned in a sea of pungent-tasting spunk and tremors of excitement filled her hot gash.
She plunged two fingers into her snatch and shuddered as the ecstasy of an orgasm raged through her. She had an incredible come while he poured his dick-cream down her throat.
He was still blasting off in her mouth when she came again and for a moment Georgia thought she would pass out from the sensations. She continued working her lips and tongue and teeth over his prick as he flooded her with a constant stream of jism.
His spunk was warm and strong-tasting and wonderful and she loved it. She was getting a come-shower, just like she'd dreamed about!
"Don't stop sucking!" Jeff said. "Keep your mouth on it, honey, and I can come again. Don't stop sucking. I can come without getting hard. Keep that up. Just like that. Oh, fuck, those lips are too much! Stay like that! yeah, like that! Shit, I'm getting hard again! hot damn, you're too much! Jesus fucking Christ, you're getting it up again!"
She continued her sucking and cunt frigging. Her jaws were sore, but she didn't care. She wanted him in her mouth forever. In her mouth and her pussy and, yes, in her asshole!
She'd never been fucked like this in her life. Every nerve-ending in her body responded. She never wanted to take her tongue off his dick and balls. Happiness is a stiff dick, she thought. And a gallon of spunk in my mouth!
"I'm gonna ream your asshole until you scream for mercy," he murmured.
She released his cock and moved up next to him. They kissed and she toyed with his prick while he reached around and stabbed a finger into her cunt .
She shivered with delight and automatically began moving her ass up and down, forcing his finger all the way into her snatch. "Are you really going to fuck me in the ass?"
"You bet. Shit, your pussy is so wet. You really get off on cock-sucking, don't you?"
He worked his finger back and forth in her cunt and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She squeezed his prick and felt it grow to full size in her hand.
Now he pulled his finger out of her cunt and moved it down to her asscrack. He touched her shitter and she jumped. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he said soothingly, rubbing cunt slime over the tiny hole and teasing it with his fingertip.
He delicately teased her shit-chute and she squirmed with excitement. Suddenly he pushed in and filled her asshole with half his finger. She was amazed at the heavenly sensations in her butt-hole. She'd been fucked in the ass a few times and had liked it, but now she wanted it like never before.
"Tight little hole," he snickered. "Even tighter than your cunt and your cunt is tight as a clam."
"Your cock is so big, Jeff," she said. "Can you get it in?"
"Sure," he said. "You'd be surprised at how big that little thing will open."
He pulled his finger out and brought it to his mouth. He wet it down with saliva and snaked it back inside her bunghole. He chuckled when she winced.
"I'm getting it good and wet," he said. "Your asshole tastes delicious."
"Oh, God!" she sighed.
"Bend over."
She obediently moved around on the bed and bent over with her ass in the air. "Like this?" she said.
"Just like that."
He moved behind her and ran his tongue over her butt. "Sweet Georgia!" He hissed in her ear.
He held her thighs and squeezed her butt flesh. She shivered as he tongued her asscrack and her pussy. She quivered and held her tits while he made love to her butt. His tongue went back and forth and into her ass crease, massaging and teasing her puckered little hole.
Suddenly he spit directly into her bung and his saliva spilled into her bowels. He tried to force his tongue-tip into the wrinkled grommet, but it wasn't possible, so once again he drilled a fingertip inside.
He stroked the inside of her thighs as he tongued her butt. He held her asscheeks apart and pushed his face into her crack. He stiffened his tongue and flicked it up and down her asscrack. At intervals he licked her cunt , directing his tongue-tip at her clit.
At one point he plunged his stiffened tongue into her cunt hole. She clenched her asshole when he tried to do the same thing to her puckered bung.
"Don't fight it," he said soothingly. "I'm trying to open it up."
She forced herself to relax, gyrating her hips as he pushed his tongue-tip into her butt. Soon his tongue was wedged inside her bung and it felt so good she totally relaxed. Then without any warning he plunged two fingers into her cunt hole and wriggled them around.
She fell forward when he pushed two fingers into her butt-hole. He worked them around and in and out and then added a third finger. She shivered with excitement. He held her down with one arm while he finger-fucked her shitter.
"It's getting nice and wide," he said.
"I'm ready anytime you are."
"You're such a horny cunt ," he chuckled affectionately.
Once again he moved his mouth down to her butt and tongued her crack. She craned her neck and watched him guide his prick-knob against her butt-hole.
"Are you ready, honey?" he said.
"Yes!"
"You're too much!"
"Shove it in!"
"That's precisely what I'm going to do."
With a giant shove, his cockhead opened her shitter and his shaft slid inside. There was a moment of discomfort, but it was quickly replaced with the ecstasy she remembered from times past.
She fell forward on the bed and swayed her hips. "Yes, Jeff!" she gasped. "Oh, yes!"
He fucked her with long smooth strokes of his rock-hard dick. He pushed in and grunted, and she felt his balls bounce against her pussy.
"Shit, this is better than fucking your cunt!" he said.
She couldn't talk. She was filled with lust as he pumped his big cock in and out of her shitter. He pumped faster and deeper and she felt her insides churning.
He ground down on her gyrating ass. She squeezed her asshole muscles around his shaft and moved a hand to her cunt . Stroking her clit while he fucked her asshole, she felt her pussy contract in a giant orgasm.
"Oh, Georgia, I'm going to blast off soon, sweetheart," Jeff gasped. "When you came, your asshole grabbed my cock so fucking tight!"
"Come, Jeff!" she said. "Give me a jism enema!"
"You really love it, don't you?" he panted. "I love it all!"
"I'm gonna fill your asshole with my load."
"Do it!" she hissed. "Give it to me!"
"Now!"
With a brutal lunge, he split her butt-hole in two with his thrusting dick and sent a flood of hot come into her shit-chute. She felt the heat of his cream in her bowels and rubbed her clit in a frenzy in order to bring herself off with him.
The hot lust within her erupted and she felt an incredibly intense orgasm grip her entire body. She gasped for breath and no sooner came down from one orgasm than she began riding toward another.
"You sweet baby," he said.
"I can't believe it!" she shrieked.
He finally pulled out of her asshole and they collapsed in each other's arms. "What can't you believe?" he said.
"I can't believe I came so many times."
"We're not through yet."
"I'm exhausted."
"We're going to make up for all the time we lost."
"How could those stupid women ever have let you go?" she giggled.
"That's what I'd like to know," he chuckled, hugging her close.
CHAPTER FIVE
Georgia met Cindy Frazier one afternoon when the doorbell rang unexpectedly and a stunning brunette stood at the front door with her arms filled with packages.
"Hi," the gorgeous girl said. "I'd like to shake your hand, but as you can see my arms are full." She grinned, showing Georgia a mouthful of perfect white teeth. "My name's Cindy Frazier and I'm your neighborhood Glorious Cosmetics Girl."
Georgia was taken by surprise. She'd been cleaning the house and was wearing an old pair of jeans and baggy tee-shirt with no bra. The girl standing before her was no older than twenty and she had long straight hair parted in the middle and an exquisite face and figure.
"Can I come in?" she smiled, her black eyes crinkling up as she struggled with the packages in her arms. "I know you're Georgia Drake and your next door neighbor told me you might be interested in some free samples of Glorious Cosmetics."
"Sure," Georgia said, holding the door open for the girl. "I'm sorry for keeping you out there so long. You just surprised me." She pushed her hair off her forehead. "I look a mess."
"If this is how you look when you look a mess," Cindy giggled, "I'd like to see you when you're dressed up."
The brunette walked boldly into the living room and dropped her packages on the coffee table.
"Whoo!" she said. "My carrying case got ripped off the other day and I'm still waiting for a replacement." She rummaged around her purse and gazed at Georgia quizzically. "Is something wrong? Aren't my eyebrows on straight?"
Georgia realized she'd been staring at the girl and she blushed. "No, oh, no, you look great," she stammered. "Please sit down."
She motioned toward the sofa and then sat down in a chair next to it. Cindy was wearing a fashionably short skirt. Not too many girls were wearing it because a girl had to have perfect legs and thighs. Cindy qualified on both counts.
Cindy sat down and began opening boxes. She leaned over, and Georgia couldn't help but stare at her cleavage. She'd never seen such white skin. And such pointed tits.
"I guess I ought to wear a bra," Cindy said with a smile.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Georgia said. "I guess I was staring. But you have the pointiest breasts I've ever seen."
"I know," Cindy giggled. "It's embarrassing sometimes. Like even when I wear a bra my nipples show. I just can't help it. They're big and they pucker up the minute I get excited. And since I'm excited a lot they pucker a lot. Listen, don't let me get started. I talk too much. My boss tells me that all the time. I'm here to introduce you to Glorious Girl Cosmetics and not to bend your ear.
She smiled so disarmingly that Georgia found herself relaxing. "I don't mind," she said. "It's nice to have a break in the day."
"You've got a nice place here," Cindy said. "I'm putting your free samples over here." She had lined up a lipstick tube, an eyebrow pencil, mascara, blusher and an assortment of eye shadow. "I'm not even telling you about skin products because you don't need them yet."
"Why, this is very nice of you," Georgia said, examining the make-up. "I'll certainly try everything. Can I fix you some coffee?" She felt that she should do something for the girl since she wasn't actually buying anything.
"I'd love it," Cindy grinned. "I drink it black."
Georgia went to the kitchen and filled two cups with coffee from the electric pot always kept on the stove. She felt strange somehow, and didn't know why. Strange in a sexual way. I'm being silly, she thought.
She picked up the saucers and returned to the living room. Once again her eyes went to the girl's hips and cleavage when the brunette stood up and took one of the saucers from her hand.
"I hope when I'm married I'll have a house like this," she said, glancing around the room.
"Oh, you're not married?" Georgia said.
"Not yet," Cindy said. "I'm still playing the field."
"Don't tell me you don't even have a steady boyfriend?" Georgia said.
"Not at the moment. I'm off men for a while. Every once in a while I swear off the entire sex and just see women. It's easier somehow. You know how men are. Always grabbing you and making disgusting suggestions. I like sex as much as the next girl, but honestly, sometimes men bore me."
Georgia sipped her coffee, but now she felt decidedly uncomfortable. Was the girl a lesbian? It was hard to tell sometimes. She'd seen the most feminine-looking women who'd turned out to be lesbos. One or two of them had come on to her over the years.
She instinctively drew back into her chair and averted her eyes.
"Don't get nervous," Cindy giggled. "I'm no lesbian, if that's what you're thinking."
Georgia smiled and felt her cheeks grow warm. "I didn't really think you were. It's just that I've been married so long and you young girls are different than I was when I was your age."
"You're not that old," Cindy said. "You're probably no more than five or six years older than I am."
"True, but things have changed so much in the past few years," Georgia said. "When I was your age, it was a race to see who got married first. "Anyway," she sighed, "if I had it all to do again, I'd wait to get married."
"What's the matter, Georgia?" Cindy said. "You sound like your marriage is a bummer."
"It has its ups and downs."
"You see, that's what's so wonderful about the whole women's lib thing. Mostly I think they're all a bunch of weirdos, but one thing I've gotten out of it is the option of balling with another girl when I'm in the mood."
Georgia's heart pounded. "Did I hear you right?" she said.
"Don't look so shocked," Cindy giggled. She picked her tee-shirt up and thrust out her perfectly formed tits. "See? We can enjoy each other's bodies without being lesbians. Don't tell me my boobs don't turn you on. I know yours turn me on."
"Mine... turn you on?" Georgia stammered.
Cindy stared at Georgia's tits. "I'll say," the brunette grinned. "I can't take my eyes off of them."
She reached over and touched Georgia's hand. "Why don't you pull your tee-shirt up too?" she said. "Since I've shown you mine, you've got to show me yours."
"Sort of like playing doctor and nurse when you're a kid," Georgia said, shivering as Cindy pushed her tee-shirt up over her boobs.
"I knew it!" Cindy cried. "They're gorgeous!"
She felt one of Georgia's tits, stroking her fingers over one of her puckering nipples. The blonde tried to pretend not to be flustered, but she felt a glob of juice ooze out of her pussy despite herself.
Cindy smiled, once again revealing her perfect white teeth. "Did you know," she said, "that in Roman times men and women all balled together? No one thought anything about it. Men with men and women with women. They even fucked animals. Sometimes I think it would be fun to fuck a dog."
"A dog?" Georgia said. "Hey, wait, don't you think that's going too far?" She tried to ignore the girl's hand on her tits.
"Except for the possibility of getting bitten, I think it sounds terrific," Cindy said. "Ah," she murmured as she squeezed Georgia's boobs. "You're turning on right now. Admit it. You are, aren't you?"
The brunette smiled triumphantly as she cupped the housewife's tits.
"I think you'd better stop," Georgia whispered hoarsely, pulling back.
She felt flushed and suddenly Cindy was crouching on the floor in front of her chair. "Don't be angry," the brunette said. "It's just that you're so pretty, I can't keep my hands off you."
"I'm pretty?" Georgia said. "You're the one who's pretty!"
"We're both pretty," Cindy giggled, still fondling Georgia's tits.
She moved closer and her dark eyes gazed into Georgia's. Her perfect lips curled as she pressed her mouth against the older woman's. She snaked her tongue into Georgia's mouth and Georgia quivered as her insistent fingers caressed her boobs. Drawing her to her feet, Cindy drew her toward her.
They stood together, tit to tit and lips crushed against lips. Georgia found herself returning the kiss and plunging her tongue into Cindy's mouth with a passion that took her breath away.
Cindy's hands were all over her. She stroked her hips and thighs and traced the lush contours of her ass. She unzipped Georgia's jeans and squeezed her hand inside to touch her naked skin.
Georgia hardly ever wore panties in the house and now she sighed as Cindy broke the embrace. Cindy's eyes bore into hers as the brunette unzipped her short skirt and stepped out of it.
Soon both women were naked. Clothes were strewn around the room and Cindy took Georgia's hand and guided her over to the sofa. They lay down, Georgia on the inside and Cindy on the outside, and hugged each other.
"I'm so glad I rang your bell," Cindy said. "Aren't you?"
"I'm not sure," Georgia whispered.
Still the horny housewife held her face up to accept the younger girl's searching mouth and probing tongue. They busily explored each other's curves. They stroked each other's cunt and tits and ass, all the while kissing and nibbling and fondling each other's intimate parts.
"How do you like your first experience with the fair sex?" Cindy said. "So far, that is." Georgia stroked Cindy's massive boobs. "I still think it's a perversion," she said. "No, don't shake your head. It is and we both know it."
"Technically you're right," Cindy said, "but don't tell me a knock-out-looking woman like you isn't above all that stuff."
Georgia blushed as Cindy reached over to the coffee table and took something out of one of her boxes. "What's that?" she said.
"Just in case you insist on having something inside you," the brunette giggled. "It's my handy dildo."
She ran the tip of the huge rubber cock over Georgia's thighs. "I can stick this into your pussy while I suck your cunt ," Cindy murmured, tonguing the corner of Georgia's mouth. "You'll go crazy."
"I don't know... " Georgia said.
"Oh, try it," Cindy said. "What do you have to lose? I promise if you don't have the best orgasm of your life I'll give you another whole box of Glorious Girl free samples."
"But, it's so big," Georgia said.
"I'll grease it up," Cindy said, rising off the sofa and rummaging around her purse.
Her tits swayed slightly as she pulled out a tube of vaseline and smeared it over the rubber cock. "I've got a whole bunch of these," Cindy said, deliberately raising one leg and showing Georgia the purplish interior of her gash. "Why don't you play with your tits while I get this thing good and greasy?"
Georgia nodded and brought her trembling fingers to her tits. She squeezed her throbbing boobs. She instinctively moved her finger down her body to her hips and thighs as she gazed at the sexy brunette.
Cindy took her time greasing up the dildo. She kept her leg raised and her cunt gaped obscenely near Georgia's head. Georgia worked a finger into her gash and plunged it in and out as she watched the black-haired girl stroke the artificial prick.
"Well, what do you think?" Cindy smiled, climbing onto the sofa and crawling between Georgia's legs, the huge greased-up dildo in her hand.
"Well, it certainly looks like a real cock," Georgia said.
It was flesh-colored and did look like a real prick, especially now that Cindy had lubricated it. Georgia forgot her original concern about the depravity of the situation. No one need ever know and she never had to see Cindy again if she didn't want to.
Suddenly Cindy lay down flat on Georgia's body. She rubbed herself sensuously against Georgia's tits and belly and pussy and Georgia wrapped her legs around the younger girl's body.
She gasped when Cindy slid the rubber cock into her cunt . The brunette lowered her face and sucked one of Georgia's tits into her mouth while she frigged her with the dildo.
"And it never gets soft," Cindy giggled.
She swirled her tongue over Georgia's boobs. She went from one to the other, nibbling her nipples and tonguing the underside of her jugs.
She sat back and rammed the dildo all the way into Georgia's pussy. She rolled over and lay on her side on the sofa next to Georgia and they french-kissed while Cindy thrust the rubber cock in and out of Georgia's snatch.
Georgia threw her arm around the younger girl's neck and plunged her tongue in and out of Cindy's mouth. She came hard when Cindy drew the dildo slowly over her clit.
Georgia's long thick hair was wet with perspiration. She noticed that Cindy's black hair was still in place, but her pretty face glistened with excitement.
Now Cindy plunged the rubber cock into her own cunt . She stroked it in and out, rubbing her clit with her free hand. Georgia fondled the girl's bouncing tits. She thought she would be repelled by another woman's cunt , but she wasn't. There was something strangely erotic about Cindy's pussy.
When Cindy came, she tossed the dildo onto the floor and sighed. "Now, let's get down to business."
She turned her body around and shoved her cunt into Georgia's face. "You suck me and I'll suck you," she said, lowering her lips into Georgia's juice-filled twat.
"Oh, Jesus!" Georgia said, wrapping her arms around the girl's asscheeks.
She opened her thighs wide and shivered when Cindy ran her tongue over her slit. She extended her own tongue and swiped it over the younger girl's trench.
Initially the taste of Cindy's gash almost gagged her. But when the brunette rammed her cunt against Georgia's mouth, the blonde eagerly lapped her tongue over the girl's cunt mush.
She sank her lips into Cindy's slick snatch. The girl lifted her ass and brought it down again and this time Georgia drilled a finger into her gash.
Cindy followed her example and rammed two fingers into Georgia's cunt hole while she tongued her clit. Georgia writhed her ass on the sofa. She felt her cunt juice streaming out of her pussy and drenching the sofa and wondered if it would leave a mark.
She ran her tongue hungrily over Cindy's pussy-thicket. She inhaled her female-aroma. It was sharp and pungent and the horny blonde loved it. It made her blood race to smell the girl's hot pussy.
Suddenly Cindy moved around on the sofa and settled down between Georgia's thighs. "Let me suck you a while," the girl said. "Sometimes it's nice to get sucked. You just lay there and enjoy it."
Georgia stroked the girl's hair as she dove against her twat. Cindy worked her lips and tongue gently, but constantly over her pussypulp.
"Do you miss a cock?" the brunette said.
"A little," Georgia said.
"I'll give you a little dildo action," Cindy said, lifting the artificial prick off the table and pressing it against Georgia's snatch.
Georgia lifted her ass and arched her back. She gasped when Cindy slid the dildo deep inside her pussy-hole. "That's better," she said.
Cindy teased her by pulling it out and substituting her tongue inside Georgia's cunt hole. She flicked her tongue over Georgia's clit and licked up the juice gushing out of her inflamed hole.
Georgia came as the brunette burrowed her entire face against her pussy. She bit down on Georgia's clit and the blonde crashed through yet another orgasm.
Cindy continued nibbling on her clit until Georgia begged her to stop. "I can't take any more," Georgia murmured. "I'm wiped out."
Afterward, she lay with her eyes closed and waited while Cindy went to the bathroom. When the girl returned, she sucked her off, using the dildo to frig her while she sucked and licked her clit.
CHAPTER SIX
One afternoon, after she'd spent the entire morning cleaning house and baking, Georgia decided to go to a nearby beach and relax. She liked to keep her tan year-around and swimming was her most vigorous form of exercise.
The swim suit she chose to wear was fairly conservative by today's standards. Several of the other women were wearing skimpy string bikinis and hers was a perfectly respectable regular bikini. Still, when she stretched out on her blanket near the water, she felt self-conscious. Almost as if someone were watching her every move.
Way back in the old days when she'd been a faithful wife, she'd have felt uncomfortable. But no longer. Now she loved the attention. She kept her eyes averted and didn't know exactly who was watching her, but there was no doubt that someone was.
She wondered if she'd meet a man at the beach. The hope had been in the back of her mind when she'd driven over here. She knew that most days only young kids and beach bums used the beach. Everyone else was at work. But she didn't care if she picked up a college kid or a beach bum. If they had a big cock and a horny look in their eyes that was all that mattered.
She didn't have to wait long. She had just turned over onto her back when a young man walked over to her blanket. He smiled pleasantly and flashed a mouthful of white teeth at her. He crouched down next to her, giving her a good look at his crotch.
"My buddy over there and I would like you to join us for a drink," he smiled.
Georgia lifted her sunglasses and gazed at the curly haired young man. His friend was sitting a few yards away and he raised his hand in a silent greeting.
"I'd like that," she said. She sat up and the strange man remained crouched next to her, his eyes glued to her tits as she picked up her things.
They left the beach and used their car to drive to a near-by outdoor beach cafe. Their names were Chet and Greg and they were about the same age. Georgia figured they were in their middle twenties or thereabouts.
They sipped beer and she had one bloody mary after the other and soon she lost all track of time. The sun went down and there was a lovely breeze off the ocean. She had already decided to spend the evening with them if they asked her.
"How about it, Georgia?" Chet said with a big grin. "Can you have dinner with us?"
"Yeah, Georgia," Greg said with a lazy smile. "You're the prettiest girl we've met in a month."
She knew they were just giving her a line, but she agreed. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. The prospect of spending the evening with two bruisers was terribly appealing.
She excused herself and telephoned Doug's office. When he got on the line, she told him she was at her sister's house and would be spending the evening there. He didn't mind and she knew her sister would never let it slip that she wasn't there. Doug didn't like her family and was only too happy when she visited them alone.
She returned to the table and the men asked her nothing about the phone call. She was glad. She had no intention of discussing her marriage with them. After a while they left the outdoor cafe and drove around until they found a seafood house where they could go without dressing. They sat in a booth and Georgia sat between them. They continued drinking as they ate fried shrimp and whole lobsters, and the conversation remained light and just a little flirtatious throughout the evening.
Georgia had worn a bikini with a matching skirt. Her tits were still encased in the top of her swim suit and both men kept staring at them. She felt herself growing warm as their eyes bore into her cleavage.
They sat close to her on the leather seat. One of them ordered after-dinner drinks and when she uncrossed her legs she felt someone's hand on her thigh.
She took out her compact and checked out her make-up. Her nose was sunburned and her eyes glittered with excitement. Her hair was streaked from the sun and her nipples throbbed. She looked prettier than ever and the fact that she was getting turned-on made her face glow.
"Have you got a girlfriend you can call?" Greg said. "We could make it a party."
"Not really," she said. Then she decided to be bold. "Why do we need another woman?" she said.
"Well, you're with Chet, aren't you?" Greg said.
"I thought I was with both of you."
She smiled sexily and glanced from one to the other. The men grinned and one of them motioned to the waitress to bring the check.
"I think we've got us a real party," Greg chuckled. "Do you think you can handle both of us?"
"I know I can," she smiled.
Once again she sat between them in the car on the drive to their apartment. She was a little drunk and more than a little excited. She decided it was silly to act coy, so when she felt the urge to stroke them she ran a hand over each of their thighs.
"Jesus Christ! Georgia," Chet said as he turned a corner. "You're too much."
She moved her hand into his crotch and felt the tightness of his cock against his jeans. Greg took her other hand and pulled it against his fly.
"He's got to drive, but I don't," he snickered.
She moved her hands over their pricks. She gazed from one to the other and giggled as their cocks throbbed against her skin. She pinched their cockheads through the denim of their jeans and they groaned and draped their arms around her shoulders.
Each one moved a hand over her tits. One of them slipped his fingers inside her swim suit and found her nipple. "You don't waste any time, do you?" she said.
"Neither do you, honey," he said. "You ever taken on two guys at once?"
"Do you want the truth?"
"Sure."
"Never."
"I didn't think so."
"I'm looking forward to it."
"You might be getting more than you bargained for."
"I'll be the judge of that." She knew the booze was responsible for most of her courage, but it didn't matter. She felt horny and excited, ready for anything they had in mind.
She shivered when they each slid a hand up her skirt and stroked her thighs. Her skin felt warm from the sun and the ocean breeze and their hands on her bare flesh felt wonderful. She felt fingers on the tiny crotch of her bikini swim suit and opened her thighs to give them more room.
She trembled when their fingers worked inside her swim-suit and touched her hairy mound. Greg's hand was on her clit and he rubbed it back and forth and up and down until she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud.
She continued stroking their pricks, wondering when they would reach their apartment. She was so turned-on she wouldn't have minded getting fucked right here in the car.
Her head fell back as Greg caressed her clit. She wiggled her ass and rested her head on his shoulder as he brought her to the brink of an orgasm.
"You love it, don't you?" he said. "You're a hot little number."
"Why not?" she shrugged. "We only live once. Why not enjoy it?"
She rubbed their pricks through their jeans and Greg stroked her clit.
"You want to blast off or what?" he said.
"I'll wait," she said. "Just keep it warm."
At last they arrived at their building. They hustled her out of the car and up to their top floor apartment. She thought she saw a business acquaintance of Doug's, but wasn't sure. But the possibility of being seen by someone she knew only excited her more.
When they were inside the apartment and the door was closed and locked, they sat down in the tailored living room and continued drinking.
They sat on either side of her on the leather sofa and told silly jokes while they fondled her. "Why don't you take it all off for us," Chet said.
"You mean strip?" she said.
"Sure, baby, strip," Greg said, putting a record on the stereo player. "Give us a show."
"Well, I've never really done anything like it," she said, placing her glass on the coffee table and rising unsteadily to her feet. "But I'll give it a try."
"That's the way, baby," Chet said with a grin. "Give us the old bump and grind routine."
She stood in the middle of the room and wiggled her ass. She'd worn high-heeled sandals and she began by raising her skirt up to her thighs and then dropping it again.
"Take it off, baby," one of them said, slurring his words, and she held her tits in both hands and humped her ass in their direction.
"Get naked!" Greg chuckled, making a grab for her.
"Leave her alone," Chet said, pushing him back. "Let her do it her own way."
Georgia blew him a kiss as she held her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs. She ran her hands up and down her inner thighs. She felt wanton and wild and somehow at peace with herself. Even though what she was doing was wrong by society's standards, she felt somehow innocent and terribly alive.
She pushed her skirt down to her ankles and stepped out of it without missing a beat. The men blew kisses and made lewd sounds with their lips and it seemed so silly. She was now wearing exactly what she'd had on at the beach, but there the atmosphere hadn't been so intimate.
It's all in the mind, she thought, dancing around on her stiletto heels. She was wearing a bikini swim suit and yet they leered at her as if she was wearing the sexiest outfit in the world.
"I'm dying to see those tits, Georgia," Greg said. "Please, honey, take that thing you're wearing on top off."
"You mean this?" she teased, her hands on the tiny ribbon holding the bikini top on her neck.
"Yeah, take it off!" Chet said.
She untied the ribbon and let it drop down to her waist. Her bikini top stayed in place, but more of her cleavage showed. Smiling sexily, she untied the second ribbon and let the skimpy top slip to the floor.
"Man, oh, man, what a pair of knockers!" Greg hissed.
Georgia reached over and took a sip of her drink. She moved her shoulders in a way that made her upthrust boobs sway and both men gazed hungrily at her pink-nippled tits as they flopped around.
"Play with 'em, honey," Chet said.
She lifted her jugs and stroked her nipples. "Like this?" she teased. "Am I doing it right?"
"You're adorable," Greg said, his eyes sparkling.
She turned around and let her hair fall over her shoulders as she played with her boobs. She stroked her thighs and stood with her legs apart, pumping her crotch in the direction of the two men.
She pinched her nipples between her fingers. She wet her finger with saliva and rubbed the saliva over her puckered nipples. "When are you boys going to get naked?" she said.
"Very, very soon," Chet said, his eyes glued to her jugs.
Both men stroked their pricks through their jeans. The bulges in their crotches were huge and Georgia's mouth watered as she gazed at them.
"You wanna suck something?" Greg chuckled.
"I wouldn't mind," she said softly.
"Take the rest off, baby," he said. "And then maybe you'll get a lollipop to lick."
Still moving to the beat of the music, Georgia toyed with the waistband of her bikini bottom and slowly pulled it over her hips. She turned her back to them so they saw her asscrack first and not her cunt -muff. Then she slowly lowered the swim-suit until her round fleshy asscheeks were completely exposed.
"Out of sight!" one of them said.
"What a butt!" the other one said.
"How'd you like to sink your dick into that?"
Georgia slid her hands over her asscheeks, stroking and fondling to the beat of the music. Finally she dropped the skimpy bikini bottom to her feet and stepped out of it.
Now she faced them with her legs apart, wearing only her high-heeled sandals and a big smile. "Do I pass inspection?" she said.
"Do we know how to pick 'em?" Greg said.
"Yeah, who noticed her first?" Chet said.
"Now, boys, don't fight," she said.
They had unzipped their flies and now both men brought their cocks out. Georgia pursed her lips when she saw their dicks.
"Oh, my!" she giggled. "Is all that for me?"
They rose up then and as if by plan they surrounded her. They each grabbed her, squeezing her tits and ass and forcing her hands over their cocks.
"Take your jeans off," she said. "Oh, my, you're both so big! Oh, my, this is going to be wonderful, but take it easy. I'm not running away."
One of them knelt in front of her and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. The other one crouched behind her and bit and licked her ass flesh.
She stood between them with her legs spread and waves of excitement coursing through her. The one sucking her tits moved from one boob to the other. The one licking and biting her ass moved his free hand over her slit.
"She's hot and wet!" he said.
"Get over here and taste a mouthful of the sweetest tits on the West Coast."
The one behind her moved next to his friend and now she had two pair of lips sucking her tits. They slobbered over her boobs and she swayed against them. Her eyes were closed and she caressed their hair as she felt her cunt erupt in a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted as the wondrous sensations invaded her snatch.
"Can you beat it?" Chet said. "She got her rocks off just now!"
"Shit, this is one hot momma!" Greg said.
Both men stripped their clothes off and stood before her with their pricks dripping cock-cream. They held her between them, Chefs hand on her gash and Greg's on her butt. She closed her eyes and felt fingers on her clit and fingers on her bung. She wrapped her arms around their necks and leaned against them.
Soon she had two fingers shoved high inside her cunt hole and two more fingers frigging her shitter. Standing between them, she grabbed their cocks and squeezed tight.
They stopped stroking her when she began pumping their pricks. "Do you want to bring us off now, honey. We can both get 'em up again," Chet said.
"Whatever you say," she whispered. She loved having a cock in each hand. She felt powerful and happy and sure of herself. She moved their cock skins up and down, kneeling down between them.
"What'll it be, boys?" she murmured. "I wouldn't mind a mouthful of jism at all."
"Jesus, Georgia, you're too much!" Greg chuckled. "Suck us off, honey."
They stood close together and she ran her tongue over their cockheads. She licked up the cream brimming in their piss-slits and swirled her tongue up and down their cockshafts. She felt their balls. They were tight and she knew it wouldn't take much for them to come.
She closed her lips over Greg's prick and suctioned it into her hot mouth. He groaned and hissed through his teeth as he plunged it deep into her throat.
"Oh, fuck, here I go!" he shouted.
After his balls were drained she sucked off Chet. When both men had rested, she got them hard again and they fucked her in tandem, one dick in her pussy and one in her asshole. By the time she arrived home that night her bones ached, but she'd never been happier.
CHAPTER SEVEN
One evening Doug telephoned and told her he was working late. He told her not to wait up for him, that he might even stay at a downtown hotel instead of coming home.
At first she was depressed. Her marriage had certainly turned sour. Then she shrugged and decided to make plans for the evening. Maybe Doug was working and maybe not. In any case, she didn't have to stay home and be alone. There was a world out there and she was going to be part of it.
For the first time in her life she went to a bar by herself. She felt a little nervous, but forced herself to walk across the dimly lit room and sit on a bar-stool near the small jazz band. Her fingers shook as she lit a cigarette and ordered a martini, but she wasn't alone for long.
"What the hell are you doing here, gorgeous?" a man's voice said.
Georgia turned her head and smiled with relief. It was Dick and Patty Palmer, good friends for years. "Oh, Lord, I'm glad it's you two!" she said, slipping off the bar stool and joining them at their table.
Dick was a nice brotherly type of man. Doug liked him and the two men got along well. Patty had been a good friend since high school, but since she had two children, Georgia had been seeing less of her.
Several men turned to stare at her and at Patty. Patty had dark-red hair and big brown eyes. She'd always had a great figure, but had put on weight after her last child was born. Now Georgia noticed she was thin again and more stunning than ever.
After a while she became uncomfortable with the way Dick was pawing her. He'd never done that before, and she realized it was because Doug wasn't with them. And Patty didn't seem to care at all.
Maybe they think I've become a slut, she thought. Well, maybe I have.
They ordered another round of drinks and listened to the music as they chatted. Patty and Dick had a minor argument and she wondered if maybe their marriage had turned sour too.
At least they have their children holding them together, she thought. Doug and I could split tomorrow and the only ones involved would be us.
The thought of divorce depressed her, so she gulped her drink and ordered another. Dick looked at her strangely, but Patty said nothing.
"Let's get out of here," the redhead said.
"Where shall we go?" Georgia said.
"Let's go to our place," Dick said. "We've got plenty of booze and the price is right."
He insisted on paying the tab and they drove in separate cars to their house. By the time Georgia arrived, Dick had paid off the babysitter and was walking her home. She and Patty went upstairs to pee and freshen up, and Patty looked in on the children.
"Is everything okay with you two?" Georgia said.
"We have our moments," Patty said. "How about you? What's with you and Doug?"
Georgia shook her head sadly. "Downhill all the way," she said.
"Jesus, kid, I'm sorry," Patty said as they walked downstairs.
When they reached the living room, Dick was mixing a pitcher of martinis. The women sank down on the sofa and he handed them glasses and then sat down in a lounge chair near them.
They continued the conversation they'd started in the bar. They argued about local politics and once again Georgia noticed that Dick was addressing all his comments to her and not to his own wife. Patty, however, seemed oblivious of it. Or maybe she just didn't care.
Dick was sitting nearer Georgia and at one point he sat forward in his chair and grabbed her hand. "You understand what I'm saying, don't you?" he said.
She'd stopped listening ten minutes before, but assured him she understood every word. When she caught Patty's eye, the redhead winked. Dick continued talking, his voice becoming louder and more aggressive the more drinks he consumed.
Georgia found him more attractive than ever. There was something about his intensity that turned her on. She'd never known him to be so intense. But people changed and she really hadn't spent time with the Palmers in over a year.
She sipped her martini and felt her pussy itch. She'd never thought about Dick in a sexual way before. Crossing her legs, she tried to stop herself from picturing the way he looked naked. She'd seen him in bathing trunks many times and Patty had intimated he had a big cock.
She blushed and forced herself to listen to the story he was relating. Suddenly Patty rose unsteadily to her feet.
"I think I'm going to be sick," she said and dashed out of the room.
Georgia started to follow her, but Dick stopped her. "Leave her alone."
"But she's sick."
"She'll throw up and then sleep it off," he said. "She always does."
"Has this happened before?"
"Would you believe about once a week."
"But Patty never drank much."
"She does now."
Georgia sank back against the sofa cushions. "Is she an alcoholic?"
"Not really. And she takes real good care of the kids. But she likes to booze it up about once a week and I let her. She'll be okay. Just forget it."
"Maybe I ought to leave," she said.
"Oh, stay awhile," he said. Soon he began relating a story about what happened to a friend of his, and Georgia continued sipping a fresh martini.
After a while they went to the kitchen and Dick made a pot of coffee.
"I'll bring some up to Patty later," he said.
He hadn't touched Georgia since Patty had gone upstairs, but now he gazed at her tits with admiration in his eyes.
"I've always been jealous of Doug," he said softly.
"Oh, Dick," she said, crossing her legs and deliberately letting her skirt slide up to her thigh. Even though he was her best friend's husband, she couldn't resist teasing him.
He moved his chair closer to hers and draped his arm around her shoulder. "Yeah, I know what you're thinking," he said. "We're both married. Patty's your friend and Doug's mine."
He toyed with her hair and she sucked in her breath. "Maybe you ought to bring Patty that coffee now?" she breathed.
"Soon," he murmured.
She felt her heart pound as he stroked her hair. Her best friend was upstairs passed out on her bed and she wanted Dick to make a pass at her. She could no longer lie to herself about that.
"Let's go back to the living room," he whispered, rising up and taking her hand.
She stumbled after him and when they arrived in the living room Dick dimmed the lights. "What are you doing?" she said.
He joined her on the sofa. "Don't you know?" he said softly, his eyes on her legs.
Suddenly he moved closer and began lifting her sweater over her tits. He licked his lips and his eyes narrowed as he gazed at her lace-covered boobs.
"I'd love to see you naked, but we can't take the chance," he said.
"Oh, Dick!" she breathed as he unhooked her bra and slipped it up over her jugs.
"I've been dying to get my hands on them for years," he said.
He shoved the lacy cups of her bra aside and stared at her tits. "High and mighty," he said.
"Not a sag or droop. Gorgeous!"
Totally turned-on now, Georgia pushed her shoulders back and shoved her tits in his face. "Do you really like them?" she said.
"Like them?" he chuckled. "My mouth's watering."
Her pussy moistened and she wanted more than anything in the world to have his lips on her tits. She no longer thought about Patty laying upstairs on her bed. She didn't give a damn that Dick's children were sleeping upstairs too. All she cared about was the ache between her legs. That's what was real to her. The rest was an abstraction.
Now Dick held his hands out and moved them close to her tits. At the moment when his fingers touched her bare flesh, she flinched. "No good?" he said as he squeezed her huge boobs.
"It's good," she said.
He lifted her huge melons in his hands and toyed with her nipples. "Now these are what I call tits!"
"Patty has big ones."
"Yeah, but I've been looking at them for years."
"So that's it," she said. "You men are all alike. You need variety."
"And what do women need?" He lowered his face to her boobs and swirled his tongue over one puckered nipple. He grinned when she shivered and closed her eyes. "I'll bet you don't react like that when Doug licks your titties. I'll bet when he sucks your tits and pussy you yawn."
"Oh, Dick," she giggled. "I do not."
Her nipples puckered like two little pebbles. "Open my belt buckle," he said, his eyes boring into hers.
She worked open his belt buckle without looking down. She yanked his zipper down and he raised his ass so she could pull his pants down. He dropped her tits so he could slip his shorts down and in a moment he was naked from the waist down.
His cock stood up, thick and swollen and surrounded by a curly thatch of hair. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed the tails back so she could see his prick and balls.
He wrapped his arms around her and they kissed. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she sighed with passion. "Oh, yes!" she gasped when he tongued her ear.
She grabbed him and pushed her tits against his bare chest. She rubbed her nipples against him and reached down to touch his prick.
"You're so hard," she said.
"It's all for you, baby," he said.
The feel of his dick made her pussy turn to jelly. His cockhead was big and a steady stream of whitish cream oozed out of his jizzslit. His cock was more than ready for fucking and her pussy was too.
"Are we going to do it here?" she said.
"Nowhere else."
"But what if Patty wakes up?"
"You worry too much."
He licked and kissed her neck and ears and tits. She hugged him against her as he covered her tits with saliva. "Oh, Dick!" she said.
"I always figured you for a hot number," he said.
She squeezed his cock. "Don't stop sucking my tits," she said.
He pushed his hands up her skirt and roughly yanked her panties down. She raised her ass and helped him slide them off her feet and then she sank back on the sofa.
Now he slid his hands under her asscheeks and lifted her up. He lashed her nipples with his tongue and squeezed her butt-flesh. "Georgia, Georgia, Georgia," he crooned. "Georgia of the big tits and gorgeous butt."
He sucked voraciously on her stiff nipples and she shivered at the feel of his lips on her boob-flesh. "Dick, you better fuck me soon or I'll lose my mind!" she breathed.
He sucked one of her tits into his mouth and bit down lightly and then harder. Her pussy ached with need as he pushed her down onto her back and brought her feet up onto the sofa.
He fell on top of her, his mouth attached to one jug. She spread her legs wide and felt his prick press against her wide-open gash. "Fuck me!" she whimpered. "Please, fuck me!"
She squirmed her ass and held him against her. She arched her back and tried to capture his cock inside her cunt . She wiggled her ass and writhed under him, but he only guided his prick-head to the mouth of her cunt and continued kissing and licking her tits.
He rubbed his cockhead up and down her hungry slit. She pushed herself against him and he massaged her clit with his prick-knob. He worked his fuckpole over her snatch, teasing her by plugging her hole and then moving it away. His fingers stroked her cunt -pulp and wet down her asshole with her own cunt juice.
"You're good and hot, aren't you?" he rasped.
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Patty'll wake up soon!"
"Don't worry about her," he said. "I took care of that."
"What did you do?"
"I put a little extra gin in her drinks."
"Oh, Dick!"
"Don't oh, Dick me!" he said. "You want it as much as I do!"
"What are you waiting for?"
"I want you good and hot."
"I'm good and hot now!"
"I want you hotter. I want you out of your mind with need. I want you to want it so bad your cunt will suck up my dick."
"I'm that hot now," she giggled. "Honest. I don't know how to convince you of that."
She tried to force his prick into her cunt , but he pulled back.
"I'll do it," he hissed. "You just mind your manners."
He slid his lips into her cleavage while he worked his fingers over her gash. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her sweater around her neck. She knew her clothes would be a mess when she finally rose up, but she didn't care. If Doug was home he'd be sleeping anyway. And if he was up it was just too bad.
Now Dick crouched down between her legs and ran his lips and tongue over her pussy thicket. She draped one leg over the back of the sofa and came when his tongue touched her love-button.
"Oh, Dick!" she sighed.
He pressed his face into her slit and licked up her cunt juice. Her pussy was open to him now, open and hot and a little less horny now that she'd had one climax.
"You really need it, don't you?" he said, draping both her legs over his shoulders.
But instead of licking her cunt , he turned around and dropped his cock over her face. "Give it a little sucking, honey," he said. "Then we'll fuck. I promise."
Georgia was happy to oblige. She reached for his fuck-stick and tilted it back so she could fit it into her mouth. She raised her head and sucked hungrily on his cockhead while she squeezed his fully-packed balls.
He buried his face against her snatch and tongued her cunt hole while she sucked in half of his cockshaft. She grabbed his ass and slid her fingers into his hairy crack while she devoured his prick.
He pushed down and forced more of his dick into her mouth. Her jaws were stretched wide around his cock-root and she couldn't believe she had taken it so deep.
Hungrily licking his dick, she crashed through another orgasm as he hotly tongued her clit and frigged her pussy-hole. She spit his prick out at one point and once again begged him to fuck her.
"Soon, baby, soon," he said, his lips fastened to her clit.
He raised his ass and lowered it, fucking her face deeper and faster as he ate her pussy. He held her butt and squeezed her fleshy cheeks while he sank his tongue deep inside her cunt hole.
She worked her lips and tongue and throat muscles on his male-meat. His prick-hair tickled her nose and she felt him stiffen. She turned her head, forcing his prick out of her mouth.
"No!" she said. "Don't come in my mouth!"
"Fuck, I was almost there!" he said, fucking his dick back between her lips.
He mouth-fucked her in a frenzy and she was certain he would come in her mouth. But then he pulled out and climbed around on the sofa until his cock was nestled against her cunt .
"Now!" he said, lurching forward and shoving his dick into her gash.
She came at once. The moment he stroked forward, her cunt erupted and she climaxed. Her cunt clamped down on his prick, but he grimaced and continued thrusting in and out of her snatch.
"Good tight cunt!" he hissed. "Fuck my cock, you cunt!"
He rammed her hard and fast, his balls slapping her ass and his dick splitting her in two. She could hardly believe it was the Dick Palmer she'd known all these years. He looked different and he certainly sounded different.
His cock rammed in and out of her pussy and she climaxed again when he grunted and filled her cunt with his thick, pungent-smelling jism.
Through it all, Patty never awakened. When they had rested for a while, Georgia quickly dressed and left the house. Both she and Dick averted their eyes when he let her out of the house and she wondered if the friendship with the Palmers was finished.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cindy Frazier telephoned and told her she wanted to speak with her in person. Georgia was embarrassed to face the girl, but told her she could come over one afternoon when the brunette told her it was important.
"I've got an offer for you, you won't be able to refuse," Cindy said when she arrived. "Oh, don't close the door. Steve's coming."
"Steve?" Georgia said. "Who's Steve?"
"Steve Smith, my boss at Glorious Girl."
Cindy sashayed into the living room and sat down with her feet up on the coffee table. Her skirt was especially short and her hair was pulled back in a long pony tail down one shoulder.
"What did you want to see me about?" Georgia said. "Steve'll tell you."
Fifteen minutes later a nice-looking man of about thirty was trying to convince Georgia to join Glorious Girl Cosmetics as one of his salesgirls.
"Promise you'll think about it," he said, his eyes taking in the furniture. "You'll make a lot of money and you'll be able to fix up this dump."
"It's not a dump," Georgia said, patting the cushion of the sofa.
"Don't listen to him," Cindy said. "He calls everything a dump."
Without waiting for an invitation, Steve walked over to the bar and poured himself a rocks glass filled with scotch. "Here's to your new career, toots," he said.
"You're certainly not shy, are you?" she said.
"Never been one of my traits."
He walked nervously around the room and refilled his glass. "You two broads are making me crazy," he said finally.
"What did we do?" Cindy giggled, winking at Georgia.
"Your skirt almost covers your pussy and you." He motioned toward Georgia. "Your boobs are falling out of your sweater."
Georgia glanced down and smiled. He was right. She had automatically put on a lownecked sweater when she knew Cindy was coming over. She blushed now at the memory. She had no intention of ever again making it with another woman. Still, she had felt a little excited at the prospect of seeing the brunette again.
She never did know what happened, but suddenly Cindy was stripping her clothes off and running up the stairs with Steve behind her. Georgia had no choice but to follow them into her bedroom and then one thing led to another and she stripped too.
"Who wants it first?" Steve said, standing in the middle of the bed, his big cock swaying back and forth like a baseball bat.
"Give it to Georgia first," Cindy said.
Georgia leaned back against the pillows as the fast-talking salesman mounted her. Then, with a single thrust forward, he rammed his prick balls-deep into her pussy.
This is crazy! she thought as he slammed his dick inside her yielding gash. But I can't stop him now.
Suddenly Cindy climbed over her face and lowered herself onto her mouth. Georgia was covered with the girl's musky-smelling cunt as she fucked back at Steve's dick.
It was the wildest thing she'd ever done. She was being fucked while she sucked another woman's cunt . She would have preferred a cock in her mouth while she got fucked, but right now she had no choice.
She'd thought Steve might be all talk and no action, but he was a wonderful cocksman. He screwed his prick in and out of her pussy in a way that drove her wild with excitement. The friction made by his cock on her clit was incredible.
"Look at her suck that cunt!" he roared.
Georgia climaxed then, her lips devouring Cindy's gash and her cunt sucking on Steve's prick. She twisted and turned, thrashing her legs in the air as the incredible sensations raged through her.
Cindy moved off her face, but Steve continued stroking his dick in and out of her depths. "Don't stop!" Georgia hissed. "Keep no fucking! Don't stop!"
Cindy lay down next to Georgia and masturbated, her eyes on the junction where Steve's cock met Georgia's cunt . "Isn't he a wonderful fucker?" she said. "Doesn't he have a nice prick?"
Georgia watched the girl spear three fingers into her twat. The sexy brunette wiggled her ass and grimaced with lust as she finger-fucked herself.
Georgia wrapped her legs around Steve's back and pulled him into the saddle. She felt her cunt juice gush out of her pussy and drench the sheet. She'd have to remember to change the linen before Doug came home. Panting, she strained to get as much of his prick inside her as she could.
"If you come to work for me, we can do this all the time!" he panted.
"Yeah, and we can get another guy too," Cindy said.
"Keep playing with yourself," Steve chuckled. "Keep it warm for me, baby."
Georgia wondered if Cindy had told him about their afternoon together. It didn't much matter anymore. An hour ago she hadn't known Steve and now here she was fucking him!
He had incredible staying power. He thrust his dick in and out of her gash, barely breathing hard. She shuddered through another climax and he squeezed her asscheeks as she convulsed. Still, he maintained control and didn't come.
"Fuck me now!" Cindy whined.
"Fuck yourself!" Steve snickered.
"Fuck you!" the brunette giggled.
Georgia no longer paid attention to Cindy. She pumped her cunt back at Steve's thrusting prick, gyrating her hips as she strained to achieve another orgasm.
The brunette brought herself off and then moved over to Georgia's side. She toyed with Georgia's flopping tits, leaning over and sucking one of Georgia's nipples into her mouth.
"Come to work with me," Cindy giggled. "You can make money and have fun, all at the same time." She fluttered her tongue over Georgia's melons while she masturbated.
"My husband wouldn't like it," Georgia panted.
"Would he like what you're doing now?" Cindy giggled.
"Oh, fuck!" Georgia said.
"Will you keep your big mouth shut?" Steve said to Cindy.
"I will if you give me your cock to suck on," she pouted.
He continued corkscrewing his prick in and out of Georgia's tight cunt . Her legs were growing tired, but she didn't want him to stop. She felt another orgasm begin to build and the urgency of the fucking took her breath away.
Steve moved a hand to her cunt while he drilled his fuck-stick in and out of her snatch. He rubbed her engorged clit and she cried out, screwing her cunt over his dick.
Suddenly Cindy hovered over her, pushing her tit into Georgia's mouth. Georgia accepted it eagerly. She didn't mind sucking the girl's boobs. In fact, it turned her on. She just didn't want to suck her cunt again.
She lapped her tongue over the girl's stiff lust-darkened nipples. When the telephone rang, she barely heard it and let it ring until it stopped.
If it's Doug he can call back, she thought. I can't talk now anyway.
Even though Steve's prick felt good in her cunt , she was growing tired and would have liked to rest. She didn't want to tell him that because she was afraid he would leave her and begin concentrating on Cindy.
She pushed her pussy back at his stroking cock. She wiggled her ass and tightened her cunt -muscles around his rod and he split her buttery tissues with every thrust.
Cindy sucked and licked her tits while Steve filled her fuck-channel with pile-driving strokes of his fuckpole. She wrapped her legs tightly around his back and held him against her, hoping he would come.
He didn't but she did. Her cunt unexpectedly convulsed around his shaft and waves of ecstasy coursed through her, but still he didn't come.
He finally pulled out, but his cock was rockhard and he turned toward Cindy. Georgia was happy to move to the side of the bed. She couldn't remember being so exhausted and so sexually satiated.
She leaned on her side and watched as Steve got into position to fuck the younger woman. She was fascinated by his prick. It had so recently been in her cunt and now it was about to plunge into Cindy's.
He positioned Cindy on her back and he straddled her the way he had straddled Georgia. Cindy's cunt gaped up in welcome as he moved his cockhead closer and closer to her steaming gulch.
She almost nonchalantly began playing with her pussy while she watched. Cindy had a gorgeous body and Steve's prick and balls were clearly visible to her now.
She felt herself becoming aroused again. It seemed incredible, but it was true. Her cunt was wet and hot and her nipples were puckered.
She tried to get her mind off her pussy. Instead she gazed at Cindy's black-muffed cunt and passion-stiffened nipples. She still had the taste of the girl's pussy-cream in her mouth and she licked her lips and tasted it again.
Steve had rammed his fuckpole into Cindy's pussy-pocket and pulled it out again. The girl begged him to put it back, but he grinned down at her and pumped his prick.
"You just wait for it," he said in a husky voice. "It'll feel that much better if you wait for it, cunt."
"Georgia, will you lick it for me?" the girl cried.
"Georgia's busy," Steve said and Georgia blushed at the expression in his eyes.
She continued frigging her pussy as Cindy pulled her knees back and begged Steve to fuck her. Georgia stared at her black-bristled cunt bush and her juicy twat. For a moment she had an urge to bury her mouth against it, but she restrained herself. Any moment Steve would ram his dick up the girl's twat and she didn't want to get in his way.
Georgia worked two fingers in and out of her gash. God, it was wild! Of all the crazy things she'd done lately, this was the craziest!
"Damn you, Steve, fuck me!" Cindy fumed.
Cindy grabbed his prick and forced his cockhead against her cunt -mush. She made a squishing sound as he tried to force his dick into her cunt .
Suddenly Steve rolled over and landed on his back, pulling Cindy on top of him. Now the brunette had better leverage and she guided his cockhead into the mouth of her cunt hole.
"Now!" she squealed, sinking down on his fuck-stick.
In a moment his cock disappeared inside her and her cunt lips rested on his balls.
Georgia masturbated in a frenzy as she watched Steve's cock slide out of Cindy's pussy and then plunge in again. Cindy's hairy cunt lips were stretched wide and the stiff bean at the top of the girl's cunt stood out like a beacon.
Cindy tilted her body in a way that exposed her asshole to Georgia's gaze. Her tits flopped around wildly as she bounced up and down on Steve's dick.
He rolled over again and landed on top of the pretty brunette. Her long hair framed her face as he slowly snaked his prick in and out of her slit.
Georgia stared with fascination at Cindy's pussy. She had an urge to push her mouth between them and lick Steve's prick. She sat up and moved behind Steve's ass. Maybe if she bent down she'd be able to lick his balls.
Just then the writhing couple rolled around again and Cindy landed on top. Georgia fell to the side of the bed and watched. The girl's tits bounced and swayed as her cunt swallowed up Steve's fuckpole.
The horny housewife began masturbating as she watched the wanton scene. She pushed a finger into her cunt and churned her juices, finger-fucking herself to the same rhythm as Cindy and Steve's fucking.
Cindy threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her ponytail had long ago come loose and her long straight hair clung damply to her neck and shoulders. Her lashes fluttered over her cheeks and her perfectly arched eyebrows framed her huge almond-shaped eyes.
Georgia was amazed at how long Steve was able to go on without coming. None of the men she knew would have been able to last this long.
She wondered if Steve got off having a second woman around. She'd heard of men like that. Men who liked to have a pretty girl watch while they fucked. She thought about Steve's offer of a job and decided not to consider it. There was no way Doug would agree to her going to work. And besides, she didn't know if she wanted to become involved with these people.
Cindy leaned forward over Steve's chest and fed him one of her pink-tipped tits. He sucked and licked the pointed tip and she smiled at Georgia.
"I'll bet you never saw anything like him, huh?" she said.
"Never," Georgia said, bending down and staring at Steve's still-rock-hard dick.
"Lick my prick," Steve said to Georgia as Cindy's pussy grasped his rod.
"Now?" Georgia said, moving around and bending over his crotch.
"Sure," he grunted. "Right now."
Her ass in the air, she moved her face over them and lapped her tongue over his prick each time Cindy moved up and released his shaft. Cindy squealed when once Georgia's tongue swirled over her cunt -mush. Georgia didn't care. The taste of Cindy's pussy on her tongue was almost as good as Steve's cock at this point.
"Get over here and I'll suck your cunt ," Steve said, and the horny, cheating wife scrambled around on the bed and sat down on his face.
Steve held her asscheeks and she raised herself up to give him room to breathe. Then he extended his tongue and lashed the tip over her slit.
Leaning forward, she grabbed Cindy's tits. She squeezed the brunette's boobs while she ground her cunt down on Steve's mouth. She met Cindy's eyes and they giggled. Georgia gazed at Cindy's cunt as it sucked on Steve's prick and suddenly wanted his cock in her pussy.
She bounced up and down on Steve's face. Her hands still holding Cindy's tits, she gasped as Steve licked and sucked her pussy and tongued her cunt hole.
Cunt juice soaked his face and he held her ass and squeezed her flesh as he tongued her cunt -folds. She wiggled her hips and squirmed around, covering his nose and eyes with her ass and cunt .
Cindy shrieked as she rocked up and down on his fuck-stick. She came, reaching over and grabbing Georgia's tits in her hands.
"Isn't this the end?" she said. "If your husband comes home soon, maybe he'll join us."
The mention of Doug's name made Georgia's blood race. "We better stop soon," she said, glancing at the clock on the bureau. "There's no way Doug would understand this."
She continued massaging Steve's face with her wide-stretched slit. He thrust his hips up and stroked his cock in and out of Cindy's pussy.
Suddenly Steve lunged up and threw Cindy and Georgia off his body. Then he pushed Georgia over onto her hands and knees and knelt behind her butt.
Spreading her asscheeks apart, he gazed inside at her bunghole. Cindy crouched next to him and cooed as he ran his tongue up and down Georgia's asscrease.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"You'll see," he said, and she felt his tongue dart over her asscrack and wet down her inner thighs.
She wiggled her ass and Cindy giggled. "You'll love it!" the brunette said. "I do every time he does it to me."
Suddenly Steve forced his tongue into her asshole and the horny blonde wife went crazy. She tried to speak, but nothing came out of her throat. The pleasure in her asshole took her breath away.
His long wet tongue slithered in and out of her asshole and explored her bowels. She fell forward and pressed her cheek into the mattress as he tongue-fucked her shitter.
She craned her neck to watch when he pulled his tongue out of her asshole and substituted his prick. "Get ready for a jizz-enema," he rasped in her ear. "Here I go, cutie. Daddy's gonna finally come!"
CHAPTER NINE
One day a month later Georgia and Doug had a terrible fight in the morning and Doug left the house in a rage. Georgia threw a plate against the kitchen wall, a plate Doug's mother had given them when they'd become engaged. It had been a family heirloom, and after she calmed down Georgia felt terrible about breaking it.
She showered and dressed and returned downstairs to the kitchen to try and glue the pieces together. It was no use. It had shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces.
She swept up the mess and threw it away. Then she glanced at the kitchen clock and thought about phoning Doug at his office. If she phoned him, he would think she was apologizing about their fight.
No, I won't phone him, she thought. I'll wait for him to phone me.
She changed to a halter top and shorts and went out to the back yard to sunbathe. It was a sunny day and lying in the sun always relaxed her.
No sooner had she opened her magazine and lowered the ties on her halter top than she heard the front doorbell ring. The chimes echoed through the yard and she thought for a moment about ignoring it. When it rang again, she sat up and tied her halter top before walking through the house to answer it.
She was surprised to find Doug's Uncle Sid standing in the doorway. He smiled warmly and gazed up and down her scantily clad curves. Georgia's heart sank. There goes my day, she thought when she invited him in.
Sid was the family black sheep. He was the youngest child in his family and the least accomplished. He'd been married for years and had two children, but everyone knew he cheated on his wife at every opportunity. He'd never made a success in business either and was always borrowing money from various family members for various business schemes that never panned out.
For some strange reason Georgia had always liked him. Maybe it was because he was such a loser and maybe it was because he had a terrific sense of humor. In any case once her initial annoyance was gone she was happy to see him.
"What are you doing in the neighborhood?" she said as they walked into the house.
"I was hoping I'd catch Doug before he left for work."
Georgia averted her eyes. "He left an hour ago," she said. "And he may be home late."
Sid chuckled. "Are you two at it again?" Georgia was aware of the way he was leering at her. She was used to it. Uncle Sid had an eye for the ladies. But today there was something creepy about it. Maybe it was because she'd never really been alone with him. Doug had always been around when Sid visited.
She realized her halter top and shorts didn't hide much. Her asscheeks peeked out of the shorts and her tits peeked out of the halter top.
"I was sunning," she said. "And let's not get into Doug and me today."
She went to the refrigerator and took out a can of beer. "Which will it be, Uncle Sid?" she smiled. "I figured you'd prefer this to coffee."
He accepted the beer and drank down a long swallow. "You always were the only one in the family who really understood me," he said, wiping his lips on his hand. He stared boldly at her tits. "Got another?"
She reached into the refrigerator for another beer and sat down across the table from him. "What did you want to see Doug about? Another of your wild deals?"
"You're a cynic," Sid said. "When did you become a cynic?"
"Life made me a cynic."
"With an ass like yours, you should enjoy only the good things in life." He grinned. "It isn't often a guy sees a butt like that."
"Uncle Sid, you know there's nothing unusual about my figure."
He gazed pointedly at her tits and licked his lips. "Technically that's true," he said, gulping half of the second can of beer. "You've got what every other woman in the world has only on you it looks much better."
He laughed as he spoke and Georgia took no offense. She liked the admiration. God knows I don't get it from Doug, she thought.
"Is it true what they say about you?" she said.
"What do they say?"
"That you've had more women than there are beach bums in Southern California."
He chuckled. "Shit, Georgia, a man's got to live. And what harm does it do to keep the old in-and-out in order." His eyes suddenly shifted to her legs. "You getting enough, girl?"
She was taken aback by his frankness and something about the look in his eyes excited her. "That's a pretty personal question," she said.
He snickered. "You look good and juicy," he said. "Like you're getting plenty. But somehow I don't think you're getting it from that nephew of mine."
"Now, Uncle Sid," she said. "Let's talk about something else. Have you read any good books lately?"
"I only read books about fucking," he snickered. "They get the old juices flowing."
"We're back to that," she giggled, but she wondered for a brief moment if Sid was a good fuck.
"How about another beer?" he said, his eyes glued to her tits. "Unless you've got a better idea."
He grinned and deliberately raked his eyes up and down her legs.
"You're a dirty old man," she said as she rose up and reached into the refrigerator and brought out the rest of the six-pack. Sid was slim and well built for a man his age, despite all the beer he indulged in on a daily basis.
He picked up a fresh can of beer in one large hand. She liked his hands. His fingers were long and almost delicate for a man. They had a light sprinkling of hair and looked like they knew how to fondle a woman.
She cleared her throat and forced herself to think of other things. She asked him how his family was and he snickered when he described the latest argument he'd had with his wife.
"She doesn't appreciate what she's got in me," he said, and Georgia detected a serious undertone in his voice.
"I'd always thought you two had a pretty good understanding," she said as she rose up and began moving around the kitchen. "Will you stay for lunch?"
She tried to ignore his eyes as they raked over her body. As she moved she could feel how wet her pussy was. A slight moisture covered her inner thighs and she wondered if Sid could see it.
"Sure, I'll stay for lunch," he said and her nipples felt hard inside her halter top and pressed against the thin fabric. "I could make a meal of that ass, Georgia."
"Now, Sid," she said, her mind whirling from both his statements.
"A man can look, can't he? I'd like to do a whole lot more, but I'm just looking. Can't shoot me for that, can you?"
"Okay, okay, you can look," she giggled.
"Unless, that is, you want me to do more. I'd be happy to oblige you, Georgia, if you'd like to have a little afternoon delight."
Georgia blushed as she loaded the dishwasher. "That's enough of that kind of talk," she said, but suddenly Sid was on his feet and standing beside her with his hands around her waist.
"Come here," he said in a low voice as he pulled her against him.
Georgia tried to push him away, but he held her fast. "Sid! What are you doing?"
"Something I should have done years ago."
His fingers slid from her waist to her ass and he pinched her fleshy butt through the thin material of her shorts. Georgia squealed, but her pussy throbbed.
"Stop that!" she whispered. "You shouldn't do that!" But there was little conviction in her voice and they both knew it.
"You and I, we're both rebels," he said as he dug his fingers into her butt-meat. "The rest of them are different. You and me, we've got a zest for life the others don't have and never will."
"Sid, you've got to stop that," she murmured.
"If you were my wife you'd never get out of bed," he hissed. "I'd fuck this ass every morning and fuck your cunt every night. And in between we'd do everything else."
She moaned softly when he released her ass and moved his hands to her tits. "Oh, God!" she whimpered when he squeezed her boobs through her halter top. "We've got to stop this!"
But she knew it was too late. Her pussy was sopping wet and throbbing with need. She knew she would let him do anything he wanted. If he wanted to fuck her right here in the middle of the kitchen she would let him. She'd lay down and spread her legs right now if he wanted her to.
He brought his hands back to her ass and cupped her lush butt-cheeks with his long slim fingers. Sinking down into a chair, he pressed his face against her.
"I want you, Georgia," he said quietly.
She gazed down at him. He had a tiny bald spot on top of his head that she'd never noticed before. For some reason it only added to his masculinity and with a small sigh she untied her halter top and let it drop down to expose her tits.
"Okay, Sid, you win," she said as she let the halter drop to her waist.
She held one of her tits and guided it between his waiting lips. "Oh, yeah!" he growled, opening his jaws wide and sucking her tit into his warm wet mouth.
He sucked gently, but firmly, on her creamy-skinned boob. He pulled on her nipple with his lips and swirled his tongue over her silken skin. He flicked his tongue over her nipple and lashed it on the underside of her jug.
She watched his lips and tongue as they worked her over. Her knees felt weak and she leaned against him, her hands caressing the back of his neck and his hair.
He released her tit with a loud sucking sound and gazed up at her with hot eyes. Then he fastened his lips to her other tit and she shivered at the hot sensations in her pussy.
"A feast fit for the gods," he smiled, going from one boob to the other and tonguing her nipples.
"Oh, Sid!" Georgia whispered, clinging to him as his tongue washed over her tit-flesh.
She trembled when he moved a hand between her legs to the damp crotch of her shorts. He grinned when he discovered how wet her cunt was.
He pinched her cunt lips right through her shorts and panties. His fingers slid around the humidity of her cunt lips and they both chuckled at the sound made by his fingers on her pussy.
He rose up then and they stood apart. Georgia's tits jiggled slightly as she breathed rapidly. "Maybe we ought to get on a bed," Sid said.
Taking his hand, Georgia led him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the spare bedroom. For some reason she didn't want to fuck Sid on Doug's bed. It seemed somehow incestuous, even though Sid wasn't a blood relative of hers.
She knew that what they were doing was wrong, but she no longer cared. Anyway, she'd done so many bad things lately, what would one more matter?
She closed the door to the small bedroom and Sid made a grab for her. "I can't keep my hands off this ass," he said. "And I'm going to hold it while I eat your cunt . Do you think you'd like that? My holding your ass while I eat your sweet little cunt?"
She sat down on the edge of the bed and he unbuttoned his shirt. He gazed at her tits and Georgia finally untied the rest of her halter top and tossed the halter to the side of the bed.
"Well, now you can say you've seen my tits," she said.
He fumbled with the buttons on her shorts and helped her climb out of them. Then he pulled her bikini panties down and off her feet.
"Now I can say I've seen the prettiest pussy in town," he said.
She rolled around on the bed and wantonly spread her legs wide apart. She wanted to give him a good look at her pussy. Why not? She wanted him hot as a firecracker.
He pulled his shirt off and grinned down at her. "You're a real tease, aren't you?" he said. "You're giving me a real show, huh?
You know I'm already hot as an oven, but you want me hotter, don't you? Well, I don't blame you. A girl with a body like yours should show it off."
He climbed onto the bed and swooped down on her. He settled inside her thighs and closed his lips over her entire hairy cunt -mound.
"Shit, you're wet!" he said, smacking his lips over her gash.
"Jesus, Sid!" she said. "You really go at it, don't you?"
"You bet," he chuckled, lapping his tongue up and down between her petal-like cunt flaps.
He rubbed the tip of his tongue over her clit and she shivered with lust. He snickered as he ran his nose over her swollen love-button.
She tossed her head from side to side and panted as he noisily sucked her horny pussy. "You've got a good touch, Sid," she said. "You're going to make me come if you keep that up."
She toyed with his hair and he squeezed her asscheeks as he licked back and forth over her turgid little bean. It wasn't long before she felt an orgasm begin to invade her cunt . She held his hair in a tight grip as her cunt contracted and she came.
"Don't stop!" she hissed, humping her ass off the bed and pushing her cunt against his lips and tongue. "Don't stop! I'm not through!"
She came again, this climax more intense than the first. When she began breathing again, she tried to hold his lips against her, but this time he pulled away and sat back on his haunches.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His face was coated with her sticky whitish cream and he grinned boyishly "I gave you a few good ones, didn't I?"
"You know you did!" she breathed.
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. "Why don't you wear jeans?" she said. "You dress like an old man."
"That's the idea," he said as he tugged his pants and shorts off his feet. "That way the young stuff thinks I'm a harmless middle-aged man."
He lay down on his back and pumped his cock back and forth. It was already half-hard and Georgia licked her lips with anticipation. Without a word between them, she sat up and crouched between his legs, her eyes fixed on his mushroom-shaped cockhead.
"You know just what a man wants, don't you?" he said.
She curled her fingers around his shaft and he winced. Kneeling with her ass in the air and her tits hanging down, she ran the tip of her tongue over his piss-slit and licked up the jism leaking out.
She darted her tongue up and down his cockshaft and briefly tongued his dick-root before returning to his cockhead and sucking it into her mouth.
"Oh, fuck, that's nice!" Sid said as she slid her lips over half of his stalk.
She took his entire fuck-hose into her mouth with one thrust of her lips. She sucked it in until his cockhead lodged in the back of her throat and then she released it.
"Sid, you've made a slut out of me," she said, closing her hips around the flared rim under his cock-knob.
"You were born a slut," he said, his eyes glittering as she sucked more of his fuckpole into her mouth.
Once again his cockhead tickled her windpipe. Her lips were stretched wide around his shaft as she began a steady mouth-fuck.
She sighed with pleasure as she sucked his dick in and out of her mouth. He closed his eyes and humped his ass up and down on the bed.
Soon his lips moved more rapidly and he fucked his prick in and out of her lips while she remained motionless. He growled as he pulled out and told her to lay down on all fours.
"Let's fuck," he said. "Get that pretty ass in the air and let's get to the main event."
"Are you going to fuck me in the asshole, Sid?" she said, her voice quavering with excitement.
"Maybe I will and maybe I won't," he chuckled, pushing his index finger between her cunt lips.
She fell forward on the bed when he moistened her asshole with her cunt juice. A moment later she felt his bulbous cockhead pushing against her shitter and she craned her neck to watch him try and force his dick into her bung.
"You've got to loosen it up, Sid!" she hissed.
"Later," he said, moving his prick to her cunt and burying it inside her pussy.
He stroked in and out and Georgia rammed her ass back to meet his thrusts. Her pussy grabbed his dick and sucked at it until he came. He pulled out as his jism started shooting and directed the spray over her fleshy asscheeks.
CHAPTER TEN
Georgia was enjoying her new sex life, but she was beginning to worry about her marriage. After the afternoon with Uncle Sid, she'd made up with Doug and for a few weeks things were better between them.
One morning before Doug left for work, he kissed her goodbye. He whispered in her ear that when he got home from work they'd have a good long fuck.
"Things between us are getting a little stale," he said. "Maybe that's why we fight so much. I love you, baby. You know that, don't you?"
She assured him she knew it, but liked to hear him say it anyway. She spent the next hour thinking about the evening ahead of her. Maybe things were turning out okay between them after all. She'd been worried lately that she and Doug might join the high number of their friends who were getting divorced. Just yesterday she'd heard that Patty and Dick Palmer were splitting up.
She felt her cheeks grow warm as she sat down in the kitchen for a second cup of coffee, she thought about the things she had done with Dick while Patty was passed out upstairs. Maybe she was partially responsible for their split. She hated to think so, but it was just possible. Dick had phoned her more than once, begging her to get together with him without Patty.
Thinking about Dick turned her thoughts back to Doug. She wondered what they could do tonight that would improve their sex life. Just thinking about sex made her horny.
She slipped her hand inside her shortie robe and felt her tits. Doug still turned her on, even if their sex life was lousy lately. And it was strange that whenever she became horny she immediately started stroking her boobs.
She felt her nipples harden under her touch and she crossed her legs. She held one nipple between her fingers and pinched it lightly. Leaning back in her chair, she thought about how Sid had sucked her titties. He certainly had a good touch.
Maybe I'm oversexed, she thought as she untied her robe and hefted both tits in her hands. Maybe I ought to get a job and take my mind off my pussy.
But she knew she wouldn't and even if she did she'd still be obsessed with fucking. She stroked her belly with one hand and her boobs with the other as she thought about Cindy Frazier. Cindy didn't have a husband, but she did have a good job and still she fucked every man in sight.
Without realizing what she was doing, she moved a hand to her cunt and began rubbing her horny clit. My girl-cock, she thought with a giggle. That's where it's at. All my feeling concentrated in a button no bigger than my little fingernail.
"Stop that, Georgia!" she said out loud as she rose up and wrapped her robe around her naked body.
She put the breakfast dishes in the sink and went upstairs to make the bed and dress. When she had taken her robe off, she studied her body in the full-length mirror. Turning sideways, she gazed at her hips and ass. Most men went crazy over her tits, but Sid had loved her ass. Her ass was rather nice. Very firm and round. Just round enough so that she didn't need a pillow under her butt when she fucked.
She wondered if Doug still thought she had a nice ass. He hardly ever mentioned it anymore. But then he hardly ever mentioned her tits either.
She spread her legs and rubbed her hands over her inner thighs and into her pussy-muff. She teased her clit and ran her fingers over her hairy slit.
She was already very wet. Sighing with resignation, she pressed her fingers over her gulch and brought some cunt juice up to her excited little clit.
Just one little come, she thought. If I give myself one little come I'll be able to wait for Doug to fuck me tonight.
Closing her eyes, she felt a climax engulf her. She continued stroking her clit and came again before hugging her arms around-her tits and forcing herself to stop.
No more! she thought as she stepped into the shower. I'm too indulgent. I'll wait for tonight and let Doug give me what I need.
* * *
Georgia tried to get Doug into bed at eight o'clock, but it was eleven before she succeeded. He insisted on watching the finish of a basketball game and by then he was yawning and she knew she'd have to work at turning him on.
He wouldn't suck her cunt , but he let her suck his cock. She worked her lips and tongue over his dick until her jaws ached. Finally she managed to give him a usable hard-on and she straddled him, her pussy rubbing his upthrust cock.
He hardly ever let her assume the superior position, and she loved when she was on top. His cockhead touched her cunt hole and she was able to direct the stroking.
Putting all her weight on one leg, she eased down until his cock slipped inside her cunt hole. She pushed in and her pussy sucked up his entire fuckpole and clutched it tight.
"Oh, honey!" she gasped, her head thrown back and her tits bouncing as his cock filled her snatch.
Doug grunted, but her entire body felt alive and turned-on. "Move!" he said.
Her eyes popped open. "I will, darling," she said. "I just like to feel you inside me for a minute. It's such a nice feeling to have your dick all the way in me."
Grunting, he closed his eyes and pulled his lips back over his teeth as he held her hips and directed the fucking. "Fuck!" he finally growled.
She gazed down at her tits and watched his cock moving in and out of her gulch. Even though she was on top, he was doing the fucking. And reminding her who was boss.
Still, his cockshaft rubbed her clit deliciously and she forced herself to forget her hostility as he fucked his dick in and out of her clutching gash.
Her cunt fit his cock like a glove. She was just beginning to get really excited when he muttered he was going to come.
"No!" she cried. "Not yet!"
She tried to roll over onto the bed, but he held her tight, brutally digging his fingers into her hips. Tears filled her eyes when she realized he would come without a thought to her and her needs.
He growled as he heaved up and began shooting his load into her pussy. Normally she came when a man filled her cunt with fuckfluid, but not now. Now she was consumed with disappointment and anger. He didn't give a damn about her. That was clear.
* * *
The next day she went out with the express purpose of picking up a man and fucking him. She knew now that she and Doug would never have a satisfactory sex life together. Their only hope for staying together was if she had other men. She didn't want to think about him having other women. If he did, she didn't want to know about it.
She filled up her gasoline tank at a local station and noticed that when she left a tall good-looking man followed her out. She drove down the highway and pulled into a shopping center and he followed her there too.
When she parked her car, he pulled in beside her and tipped his hat after he killed his motor. She was attracted by the look in his eyes as he stared at her tits and what he could see of her legs.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Why not?"
"My place?"
"Sure."
She followed him out of the parking lot and drove behind him to his apartment. She wondered if he had a big cock and her pussy moistened at the thought of a big dick streaking in and out of her gash.
She glanced down at her tits. She hadn't worn a bra today and now she realized why he had stared at her boobs. Her slightly damp tee-shirt clung to her tits, outlining and emphasizing her nipples.
Quivering with anticipation and excitement, she followed him into the parking area of a large apartment complex and parked her car next to his.
They climbed out of their cars and walked toward the building. He casually draped his arm around her shoulder as they walked and pulled her against him.
"You're adorable," he said.
"So are you," she grinned.
She felt her tits jiggle as they walked and linked her arm through him as he led her through the entrance to the building. Her high heels clicked on the cement floor as they walked toward the elevators. His hand slipped down to her ass as they rode up to a high floor and by the time they arrived in his apartment her cunt was wet and hot.
"There's a cold six-pack in the refrigerator," he said. "You get it out while I relieve my kidneys."
He disappeared into the bedroom while she took the six-pack out of the refrigerator and then returned to the living room. She sat down on the sofa and looked around. The apartment was nice and the furniture was typically masculine, but there was dust over everything and newspapers covered the tables and spilled over onto the floor.
She heard the toilet flush and in a moment he returned to the living room, zipping up his fly. "I see you found it okay," he said.
"I see you found it okay too," she smiled, gazing at his fly.
"Cute," he said, sitting next to her on the sofa.
He gulped down half a bottle of beer and cupped her cheek as he kissed her. He took her hand and moved it over his lap and soon her fingers grazed his prick.
It felt big and it felt hard, and her pussy throbbed with excitement. He kissed her then and thrust his tongue into her mouth while she stroked him.
"Little lady, I think we're going to have a nice time together," he said.
He got to his feet and took her hand. "Stand up," he said. "Let's get acquainted."
She rose up and shivered when he raised her skirt to expose her barely covered cunt and ass. He gripped her assflesh, slipping his huge hands inside her panties to feel her naked butt.
"No last names, okay?" he said.
"That's fine with me," she said.
"I thought it would be," he chuckled.
"What does that mean?"
"I figured that's not a friendship ring."
She gazed down at her hand and blushed. "When am I going to see that monster?" she said, twisting her wedding ring nervously.
He chuckled as he opened his belt-buckle and unzipped his fly. Tugging at his jeans, he pushed them down to expose his bare crotch.
"You're not the only one who doesn't like underwear," he said.
His huge cock stood up, ringed by a thick thatch of cock-hair. His balls hung down, heavy and coated with dark hair, and she sucked in her breath as she gazed at his prick.
"Is that pistol going to go off soon?" she said.
"Only when I decide to shoot it," he said.
They laughed as they quickly undressed. It didn't take long for them both to be naked and when Georgia's clothes were strewn over the floor he whistled.
"Are you going to tell me your name?" she said.
"John," he said.
"Georgia," she said.
"You're built like wow," he said.
"You're not bad yourself, John," she said.
She held her tits up with one hand and stroked her cunt muff with the other. She felt that she could do anything. Be anyone. She would never see him again and she wanted it that way.
He wrapped his finger around his fuck-stick and pointed it in her direction. "How about giving my friend here a little attention."
"I thought you'd never ask." She moved closer and curled her fingers around his dick. "Nice and thick," she purred. "I like them nice and thick."
"It's all yours, Georgia."
She sat down on the sofa and moved her lips close to his dick. "Then you won't mind if I have a taste of my favorite candy," she said.
"No objection at all."
She fluttered her tongue over his cockhead. It wasn't as big as Sid's but his pissing-slit was huge. She licked up the spunk gushing out of the hole and held his shaft in her hand.
"Good flavor," she said, her eyes meeting his.
"Good touch," he whispered.
She slowly lapped her tongue up and down his prick-stalk. She held his cock-root and swirled her tongue over his cockhead. Clamping her lips over his knob, she suctioned it into her mouth.
He stared down at her as she sucked more of his fuckpole into her mouth. "You look prettier than ever with your mouth filled with my cock."
Suddenly he lunged forward and filled her throat with his fuck-stick.
"Now you're really beautiful."
She held his balls in one hand and his dickroot in the other. She closed her eyes and concentrated on not gagging as he fucked her mouth with his long thick cock. She pursed her lips, making a tight ring of her mouth, and held her head steady as he swayed back and forth.
She twisted her head and dropped his cock from her mouth. "Do you fuck or just suck?" she said.
He laughed out loud and sat down on the sofa. "You get up and ride me," he said. She climbed over his lap and he held her ass. "Let's just try it on for size."
She held his neck as he fit his cockhead into the socket of her cunt . "That's good," she said, kissing him lightly on the lips.
He guided her down until her cunt sucked up his prick. He grunted, his hands cupping her fleshy ass and squeezing her silken skin.
She rode his cock. Holding his neck for leverage, she bounced up and down, his thick fuckpole filling her cunt hole to the limit.
"How's this?" he said as he snaked his fingers into her asscrack and drilled one into her bunghole.
"Yes!" she cried.
"You like that, huh?" he said, churning his finger around her buttery bowels. "Yes, I love it!"
"I think you're a back-door baby," he said. "Are you?"
"I don't know what that is," she hissed. "But I think I can figure it out."
"Yeah, hell, all the real women I know love to get it in the shitter."
"Stick it in my ass!" she said suddenly. "I think I'm a back-door baby."
"Get up," he said, and his cock fell out of her cunt .
He made her climb onto the sofa with her ass in the air. He climbed on next to her and rested on his knees, his cock wedged inside her asscrease.
He brought some cunt juice to her asshole and lubricated her bung and she moved her hand to her pussy and played with herself.
"I wouldn't mind doing this once a week until we got bored with each other," he said, forcing his cockhead into her asshole.
Resting her cheek on her arms, she shivered, remembering a movie she'd seen where the man and woman got together once a year for a long weekend of fucking.
"I wouldn't mind it either," she said as his cockshaft stretched her butt-hole. "Oh, yes, I wouldn't mind that at all!"
"Okay, Georgia," he hissed, resting against her back, his prick imbedded in her asshole. "It's a date. Same time, same place, next week. Just bring your hot cunt."
