The role of a housewife, for many women, has become very boresome and monotonous. Therefore, it has been noted by some sexologists and psychologists that certain housewives have resorted to "sex clubs" and "hustling" to get rid of boredom.
This has been a phenomenon, for usually men have been the philanderers. However, now that the concepts of the sexual revolution have caught on, it has become easier for men to see how women saw them for years-in the light of promiscuity.
Boredom has given way to the discovery of shocking life-styles. For once having discovered new dimensions of sexual activity, it has become an easy thing for women to use their sex in a new way.
Previously, women have utilized subtle hints, and suggestions to accomplish their goals. They felt the "orgasm" was not their domain, and considered sex-in many instances-as grinding out a fur coat or a new appliance.
However, now that they've been re-orientated by sex clinics, where men are paid to stimulate them to achieve a climax-or else, they have recognized their latent sexual powers. At last, they have broken, loose and are free to explore their own sexual desires.
They have found a ready market in available young talent in the form of the local check-out clerk at the grocery store, the car-wash boy or anyone that comes within their province.
Whereas before, the stakes were high-trips, cars, homes and maybe marriage-they decided to settle for a good climax-recognizing they too can have an orgasm-if the man knows what he is doing.
However, when the appetite for sex becomes impossible to satisfy-problems develop. For it must be remembered man can hardly keep pace with woman in the sexual endurance sweepstakes, for it does not take an equivalent amount physically from a woman to climax.
That being the case, the housewife who couldn't get enough-discovered she needed an orgy to satisfy her carnal lust. But, once having experienced superficial thrills of sex, she learned, too late, that there is more to life than an orgasm.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Lisa was tired of being a housewife. She yearned to get out and live a little. When an old college classmate of hers dropped around to tell her what she was doing she realized more than ever how boresome life had been with her husband Bill.
She listened as her blonde-haired girl friend carried on.
"I just wouldn't be happy with one man," Carole continued. "I've grown accustomed to a different man around my house every month or so. It's my lifestyle."
"And you don't feel strange about men paying you for the privilege of having sex with you?" Lisa asked her bluntly.
"Why should I, honey?" she laughed. "Most marriages are legalized whoredom. The man knows he needs to get his rocks off or hell go crazy. So he picks up with some chick who won't give him too much trouble and now and then finds a sleazy slut to bed down with. It's the way it works. I couldn't stand it."
"You spend your winters in Miami?" she smiled. "And your summers traveling. You're a lucky girl." Carole grinned.
"Let's just say I know how to get around," she winked.
"I wish I could be beautiful like you," Lisa said, looking at herself. "I don't have nice clothes or anything."
"But you have a lovely shape," Carole reminded her. "And if you would buy the right clothes you could attract all the men in the neighborhood."
"Do you really think so?" she asked her.
"Honey, you would make a great gang-bang gal." Carole quipped.
"What's a gang-bang gal?" she asked her.
"That's a girl who enjoys having a series of guys. She isn't satisfied with one. I've been a gang-bang girl a couple of times."
"Tell me about it," she asked her.
"All right," she smiled. "It began when I was on a trip in Mexico City. Those Mexicans are such horny men. I was down there on a vacation near Acapulco. I was strutting along the beach about sunset with my tight white bikini and I noticed one Mexican boy was following me. Then I noticed a couple more joined him. At first I didn't understand."
"Don't tell me you took them all on," Lisa laughed.
"The more the merrier," Carole giggled as she described her orgy at an Acapulco hotel.
"How did they get you involved?" Lisa asked curiously.
"They asked if I wanted to have them entertain me," she explained, "and at first I thought it was a horrible thing for them to suggest. However, as I got closer to the men and looked at them I felt myself turning on."
"How much for the three of you?" I finally asked.
"Twenty-five dollars," one dark-skinned boy told me.
"So you took them all on at a bargain basement buy," Lisa laughed. "I wish I would find three horny men who would give me a good time. I'm really sick and tired of Bill. He doesn't know how to please me."
"What is it that makes you so upset with having sex with him?" Carole insisted on knowing.
"I'll tell you what," she explained. "Bill doesn't like to shower before we have sex. You don't know what I go through. And he expects me to go down on him."
"How revolting," Carole said grimly. "That's one thing I insist on. I make my men wash off. Of course, I'm always immaculate."
Looking at Carole Lisa nodded.
"You do keep yourself real nice, honey," she told her. "I envy you."
After her conversation with Carole, Lisa had made up her mind what she was going to do.
"I'm so glad you dropped by, dear," she told her. "You've given me some nice ideas."
"Some people say I'm a bad influence," she laughed, "but I'm really not. I believe live and let live."
"I know you do, dear," Lisa smiled, "and I'm sure that you have given a lot of men a lot of pleasure. I wish I could have brought that much pleasure to a variety of lives. And while you're having so much fun I suppose you're paid well and that puts you in plush apartments and buys you expensive clothes."
"Men are willing to pay if they have a good time," Carole admitted. "And if you ever started charging you could make a mint."
That thought stuck in Lisa's mind. When Bill came home that night and paid no attention to her at all, she was disgusted. After his third beer as he looked at a football game on the color TV she was uptight.
"You don't really need me here, do you?" she snapped.
Bill was so absorbed in the television set, he paid no attention to Lisa's comment.
"I hope you enjoy that fucking game," she shrieked.
"Get out of here," he growled. "I'm enjoying myself. Now don't bug me."
Lisa felt so bad she burst into tears. She charged out of the house and was so crushed she hoped he would never speak to her again.
As she walked down the street, a man pulled up in a car. Apparently he noticed her sobbing.
"What's the matter, honey?"
She looked at the silvery big car and the distinguished middle-aged man who was sitting behind the wheel.
"I'm sick and tired of men," she said with a sob. "All my husband wants to do is look at that damn football game. He doesn't even know I'm around."
"That's nice," the man smiled, "and he'll never miss you. Let me introduce myself. I'm Dennis."
"Hi, Dennis," she smiled through her tears.
"Would you like to hop in?" he smiled at her.
She hesitated a moment. However, the more she thought about it the more she realized it might be a very good idea.
Once she was in his car she noticed how well dressed he was.
"Where would you like to go?"
"I really need a drink," Lisa said sadly.
"I know a nice little bar not far from here," he told her, "and you could tell me your troubles."
When they were in the Casbah Bar around the corner she confided quite a bit in Dennis.
"I'm a sensitive woman," she explained, "and Bill is such a beast. All he cares about is his fun. He doesn't give a damn about me. It makes me sick. I try to be a good wife. I love my children and I give to the charities."
"You don't have to tell me what a wonderful person you are," he told her. "I can tell by looking at you what a nice human being you are. Now why don't you listen to reason. If you would just let your husband know that you weren't gonna put up with any foolishness on his part, he would get the point. I want to help you with good advice."
"How can you be so nice to me?" she asked Dennis, reaching over and grasping his hand in a warm thank you.
"You happen to turn me on," he said, his eyes growing sensuous.
"Do I really?" she asked, the tears disappearing and the thought of a man getting excited with her body stimulating her imagination.
"Yes, sweetheart," he nodded, "you really excite me.
"What would you say if I said I would like to go to bed with you?" Lisa asked Dennis bluntly.
"I would thank you from the bottom of my heart," he told her. "I haven't had a good screw in a long time, honey. My wife has been playing around with other men. She's an alcoholic."
Tears returned to Lisa's eyes. Realizing that he undoubtedly had suffered plenty, she wanted to give him a little satisfaction.
"All right, Dennis," she smiled, "let's you and me have a ball."
Dennis reached out and gripped both hands. He held them tightly.
"You're beautiful," he smiled. "Does your husband ever tell you about it?"
She shook her head.
"He doesn't even know I'm alive," she complained. "Probably if I could flash a football game across my face like the TV can, he would notice me."
"He's married to the game," Dennis said sadly. "A lot of men are like that. It's complicated."
"I have my own ideas about why they're looking at those men on the football fields and the baseball stands," she said. "And the worst thing, of course, is those fights when they clobber each other. It's pretty damned sick."
"I am a balanced man," Dennis said. "I enjoy sports, yes, but what I enjoy much more is the warmth of a beautiful woman like you."
"You say the nicest things," she said. Their eyes locked in a moment of reverie and lust.
When they left the bar together and went to the nearby motel she knew exactly what would happen. And she didn't care. He stopped at a liquor store on the corner.
"A couple of drinks will loosen us up," he told her.
"All right," she agreed.
Once in the motel he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately.
"Dennis, baby," she panted, "I appreciate it. Bill hasn't kissed me before he's fucked me in ages. Oh, sweetheart, I could do anything for you."
She had an opportunity to prove her words about five minutes later. When they were both totally nude and in bed Dennis smiled as he told her what he expected from a woman who wanted sex with him.
"No inhibitions," he smiled. "I want a woman who will go all the way."
"Yes, love," she smiled, "anything."
"Go down on me," he smiled knowingly.
"Go what?" she gulped nervously.
"don't' tell me you haven't ever blown a guy," he shook his head in stunned shock.
"Not yet," she replied edgily.
"You've been missing something, love," he told her. "Why don't you get down there and find out how much pleasure is in my penis."
It was not an easy thing for Lisa to bring herself to satisfy his urgent request. Nevertheless, when he raised his leg and gripped his cock and pointed it in her direction, she realized that this was what he expected and nothing else.
Crouching over his crotch, she looked at his thick pulsating penis. Letting her tongue lick along the head of his shaft got him stimulated.
"I want to suck it," she finally told him, "I really do."
Dennis was delighted. He watched as she slipped her mouth smoothly over the head of it.
"That's it," he told her, "it's time to fly. Just slide down all the way. You'll love it."
She pulled on his balls while she let his cock thrust vigorously into her mouth and caress her throat.
"Oh, grab my ass and keep eating my dick," Dennis pleaded.
Slipping her hands under his ass cheeks she squeezed them. She went on letting her mouth travel from the top of his shaft to the base.
"Suck it off," he panted, "eat it, baby. Oh, sweetheart, I'm gonna shoot in a minute. Get set for a good load."
All at once the hot cream erupted in her mouth. She gulped hungrily.
"Eat it," he panted. "Oh, baby, suck that dick.
Suck that juicy cock."
It was amazing to her that she could enjoy the taste of his sperm. Not only that but she could swallow him.
When he had finished unloading and pulled slowly away from her he reached down to pat her head.
"Thank you, beautiful," he smiled. The next thing she knew he was begging for her to move up.
"Come up here so I can see you better," he grinned.
She moved forward. It was strange how Dennis enjoyed looking at her pussy close-up. "I get a charge out of licking pussy hair," he smiled.
Dennis's tongue flipped this way and that, tickling her vagina hair.
"You like me, don't you?" she smiled.
"You bet your snatch I do," he said as he let his tongue swipe against her.
"Oh, Dennis," she groaned in delight, "you don't know how good it feels to me when you lick like that."
Dennis's tongue plunged into her.
"You're beautiful," he smiled, "you really are, baby."
Then his hands massaged her ass cheeks as his tongue fucked her. She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair. Never before had she ever experienced anything half so exciting. How she wished her husband Bill would care less about football and more about pussy eating. Maybe that was expecting too much from him.
His tongue flipped this way and that. As she felt it flip up and down her love button, she was so excited she was shaking.
"Lash my clit, baby," she told him. "That's it. Oh, you know where it's at. Oh, baby, suck my pussy."
The hot frenzied movements of his tongue plunging in her told her just how much he enjoyed lapping her moist mound.
"Suck my pussy, Dennis," she panted. "Suck me there. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Suck me."
When she juiced he didn't stop licking. He ate away with vigor and delight.
"Suck it dry," she begged him. 'That's the way, honey. Suck me."
When Dennis finally withdrew his tongue from her pussy she thanked him over and over.
"You don't know what you've done for me, darling," she told him, "you really don't. I've needed this loving for so long."
Now he was eager to slip his cock up her pussy and he told her so.
"Sweetheart," Dennis pleaded, "just one more time. I know I could make a double header tonight. You've got me so worked up I've got to stab my dick up your pussy. Can I?"
She nodded. She gripped his thick cock.
"Let me straddle you and ride it," she suggested eagerly.
"I'm old fashioned," Dennis insisted. "I want to be on top. I want you playing with my ass while we're fucking."
She rolled over on her back. Dennis straddled her. All at once she felt the sudden insistent jab of his penis.
"Fuck it," he begged, "come on, sweetheart, fuck."
The thick penis plunged into her pussy. Her vagina muscles gripped it.
"Fuck me," he begged her, "come on, baby, fuck."
As his huge cock plunged into her, her vagina muscles gripped it. She clasped it as he thrust hard.
"Fuck me," he begged eagerly. "Oh, baby, that's what I want. Now you're doing it. Come on, fuck, baby, fuck."
She kept her ass moving. His penis continued stabbing her.
"Oh, I can't stand it," she groaned in delight. "Oh, baby, now you're doing it. That's just the way I like it. Fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck."
Now he was really riding her. Her hands moved from his back down to his buttocks. Parting his ass cheeks she suddenly stabbed a finger up his asshole.
"I like it when you finger fuck my ass," he told her. "You massage the prostate. That helps. Oh, baby, now you're doing it."
Rhythmically he was stabbing his penis into her. And she was grasping and squeezing in a milking motion.
"Oh, fuck it off," he panted. "Oh, baby, that's it. Fuck off."
Suddenly the hot cream shot out of his cock. It was a fantastic moment as she milked him. It was strange how she instinctively knew how to pull on his penis.
"Kiss me, baby," she begged as her finger went on plunging up his ass.
His lips pressed on her lips. They were colliding every way now. His penis stabbing up her vagina while his finger plunged up her ass. Their lips meeting in a soul kiss.
CHAPTER TWO
When Lisa went home that night, Bill was furious. He stood in the doorway looking out down the street. The moment he saw her coming he ran down the street to greet her.
"Where the hell have you been, bitch?" he snapped furiously.
"Enjoying myself," she said.
"With whom?" he shot back at her.
"I was enjoying being alone," she said.
"Alone my ass," he fumed. "You've been out with some man. I know it."
"You don't, know anything about what I've been doing," she snapped. "You don't understand me. And you don't want to."
"I understand a woman who steps out on her husband," he gasped. "I went into the Casbah Bar. I heard that you left with some guy."
"That's a lie," she insisted. "I've been walking alone down the street."
He was so angry now he grabbed her by the arm.
"I'm gonna go back to that bar," he told her, "and ask Max the bartender. He knows."
When they got back to the bar he took her over to Max.
"Was she in here, Max?"
When Max realized the position that he had her in, he didn't know what to do.
Tell me," he insisted, "was my wife in here?"
Meekly Max nodded.
"Don't get in a big fight," he told him.
"No, I won't," Bill replied, "I wouldn't get angry at the little lady for such a simple thing as shacking up with another guy. You wouldn't expect me to get uptight now, would you, Max?"
Max didn't know what to do.
"Why don't you have a drink on the house?" he finally suggested.
"No thanks," he said, pulling Lisa by the wrist as he left in a rage.
Lisa knew she was in for trouble. Big trouble. But she didn't know how to respond exactly.
When they got back to the house Bill was so angry he decided he was going to force her to perform every sex act he could think of, "You probably wanted a man to ball with," he complained. "Maybe you thought I wasn't good enough for you. Well, sweetheart, I'm gonna make you suck my nuts. How does that grab you?"
Lisa didn't say anything. She looked away. She was thinking about how gentle Dennis had been.
"And if that doesn't please you," he smiled, "you can suck my ass next. I want you to slip your tongue right up my asshole. Does that excite you?"
He was looking at her with a demonical expression on his face. She was so hurt and crushed by his attitude that she couldn't respond.
"Get your clothes off," he said roughly, "and get your ass in the bed. I'll teach you what it's like to be a tramp. Tramps have to do everything a guy tells them to. You know that."
Lisa still didn't move. However ..when he came to her menacingly and lifted his hand as if he was about to strike her she thought that it was time that she did move.
"All right, you demon," she agreed, "I'll do whatever you want me to."
He smiled as he took off his shirt and tossed it aside. He unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants. Next he pulled down his shorts and flipped up his cock and stroked it a couple of times.
"Now, sweetheart," he smiled, "well see just how good you are at sucking."
Lisa didn't reply. But she didn't want him to hit her. She realized how angry Bill could get and she figured the best thing to do was be quiet and silently remove her clothes.
She took off her clothes slowly. Then when he saw how completely naked he was so excited he could hardly wait to jump on top of her.
"Oh, baby," he smiled at her, "you look gorgeous. But that's not gonna get you any scores with me. I'm gonna make you realize who's boss around here."
Naked she went over to the bed. "I prefer having you on the floor," he told her, "groveling at my feet." He stood there and made her lick his feet. "No , sweetheart," he smiled, "I want you to come up to my cock. Slowly." She moved up to his penis. Just as she let her mouth slip over it he pulled it away.
"What are you trying to do?" she demanded.
"Torture you a little," he told her. "You tortured me tonight."
He gripped her head. Then he guided his cock into her mouth once more.
"I'll just grab your neck," he told her, "and deep throat fuck you."
Gripping her neck he suddenly plunged his penis in rapid-fire cock stabs down her throat. As he rammed his cock down her throat she could sniff his sweaty balls. It was torment to her. She could barely breathe. When he saw her flushed face and noticed how upset she was, he got delirious with excitement. The humiliation he was forcing upon her pleased him.
"I'm gonna shoot that load, baby," he told her. "You're gonna choke on it. Oh, now. Baby, I'm gonna flood you."
He pulled out and let his hot cream flash into her mouth. She was sucking now in earnest.
"Suck it," he commanded, "suck that big juicy dick. Suck it off."
The sticky white juice didn't bother her. She had become acclimated to sperm and swallowing it from her sex bout with Dennis.
When he pulled his penis out of her mouth, he looked at her and a sly smile swept over his face.
"Did you enjoy licking my nuts?" he asked her bluntly.
She didn't reply. Then he reached down and gripped her neck and squeezed his fingers.
"I guess you didn't hear my question," he smiled. "Did you enjoy sucking my balls?"
"Yes," she spit angrily, "I just loved it."
"Say it with feeling," he begged.
"I loved it," she exclaimed, her voice quivering with emotion.
"Sure you did," he smiled wryly, "you enjoyed it as much as you are going to enjoy sucking my asshole."
She shook her head in defiance.
"I'll never suck your ass," she told him flatly.
He dropped his hands from her, neck and she got to her feet. When she turned around she was unprepared for the lash of his belt across her behind.
"You will do as I tell you to," he told her, "and when I say suck my asshole, you are gonna suck."
At this point Lisa recognized Bill meant business.
"All right, you bastard," she said, her voice choking with emotion.
"Lie on the floor," he told her, "on your back, baby. And I'll straddle your face and give you the pleasure of my ass."
Ever so slowly Lisa obeyed him. She lay on the floor.
"Not there," he complained, "in front of the mirror."
When she was positioned in front of the floor-length mirror, her husband came over. He knelt over her face.
"Reach up and grip my thighs," he told her, "and then I want you to slip your tongue up my asshole."
He was lowering himself now and Lisa was getting sick to her stomach.
"You'll enjoy it," he said testily.
She gripped his thighs and his ass came lower and lower.
"Lick my ass crack," he demanded.
Lisa's tongue licked along his anal channel.
"Suck my ass, sweetheart," he smiled, "and suck it good."
Lisa's tongue jabbed up her husband's rectum. He got so excited that he gripped his penis and began jacking off.
"Beautiful," he panted as her tongue continued stabbing up his rectum. 'That's the way I like it, lover. Lick my ass. Come on, sweetheart, lick my asshole."
He was really turned on.
"Oh, sweetheart," he panted, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Suck ass. Come on, baby, suck ass."
Now she was going at it in earnest. The thing that she had least wanted to do had become something she was enjoying. She liked the way his ass wiggled as she stabbed her tongue up him. She considered it. being in a position of power. He looked upon it as a form of domination. Yet, she sensed that he was being dominated by his lusts. His carnal cravings made him act like this. No doubt he had done this with hookers and hustlers he met along life's highway. At last she was being enlightened as to what her husband really enjoyed. Even though the idea of licking ass had seemed horrible, once she had begun sucking on his asshole she enjoyed it.
"Suck my ass out," he panted, "oh, baby, I'm gonna really fuck you. Oh, sweetheart, suck ass."
He was pulling on his penis, enjoying it mightily.
"Ohhh, ahh, yes, yes."
He was twisting about so much she had to grab his buttocks and hold them. When her hands squeezed his ass cheeks Bill knew that his wife was enjoying it, too. This pleased him.
"Suck my asshole, honey," he begged her. "Suck it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Suck my ass out."
Finally he knew what he had to do. He had to fuck her. He pulled away from her.
"I'm gonna try something different," he told her. "I'm gonna stab your pussy from this angle. You can play with my ass."
All at once she felt his cock jab up her. It was amazing to have him do it at this angle. It was strange but unusually pleasurable. She played with his ass while he fucked her pussy.
"Oh, fuck me," he begged her, "fuck."
It was a pleasure to play with his behind while he was screwing her pussy.
"Give it to me," she begged frantically, "every fucking inch of it. Come on, Bill, fuck me."
Bill's penis pushed hard into her.
"Fuck," she begged, "fuck me."
The thick pulsating cock was about to explode.
"Shoot it," she exclaimed, "let me feel it go off. Oh, baby, shove it."
The plunging penis went in all the way. He exploded. She felt of his flexing ass muscles as he got his gun off.
"Ohhh," she gasped, "Yes, baby, yes. That's what I want. Fuck it off."
Bill was delighted that he'd gotten his wife so stimulated. At last she was begging for it. To further surprise him, she parted his ass cheeks and eased a finger up his asshole.
"Fuck it, baby," he begged her, "fuck. Oh, yes, yes. Fuck my asshole."
Bill enjoyed plunging his cock up her pussy while his wife's fingers slid up his ass.
"You're rubbing my prostate gland, honey," he explained, "that gets me even more stimulated. Oh, yes. Come on, sweetie. That's it. Fuck off, baby, fuck off!"
He became so excited with her finger in his prostate that he shot some more juice into her steaming mound.
When he finally did pull his dripping-with-cum cock out of her hole she patted his behind.
"Thanks for making me enjoy it," she smiled up at him.
"Now you tell me the fucking truth," he demanded. "Did you go out and ball with some cat tonight?"
She looked at him and nodded.
"I'll confess," she told him, "I did. I don't know what got into me."
Bill looked at her as he saw her eyes grow misty.
"Don't feel so bad," he told her. "I've been doing the same thing for years, honey. Maybe that's why I haven't been loyal. Every new skirt that comes into the office I try to put the make on. Some of the young girls want to find out what's happening. Forgive me."
She put her arms around him and held him closely.
"It's funny how our fight tonight brought us back together," she told him. "We were growing far apart, baby, but I guess when you realized I could step out, too, you knew I had to have some satisfaction."
"You're right," he agreed. "I had it figured a guy needs to get his climaxes and the woman doesn't. I guess half the time you weren't even cuming."
"No," she admitted, "I wasn't. You would get me so uptight I couldn't make it."
"Can you ever forgive me?" he asked her earnestly.
"Of course, darling," she told him. "I can forgive you. I love you."
He nodded and smiled at her. Then he pressed his lips on hers. His tongue found her tongue. They did a love duet with their tongues. All the while his penis was getting stiffer. She noticed it. So often he couldn't make it once. Now it was obvious to her that he could get as hard as he wanted to as often as he wanted to.
"I never knew your were such a horny guy," she smiled up at Bill.
"A lot of things neither of us knew until now," he told her, "but I'm glad we're finding out. You are a sexy woman. You do require a lot of passion."
"You bet your ass I do," she smiled.
She patted Bill's behind again.
"You really like sucking out my ass?" he asked her a bit shyly.
"I love it," she admitted. "I guess all those years I couldn't enjoy sex are over."
"But I don't want you going wild," Bill warned her. "You could cause a lot of havoc."
"What do you mean, love?" Lisa asked her husband in bewilderment.
"I'll tell you," he explained. "When a woman gets sexually obsessed, all the men in the neighborhood are not safe. One woman can take on so many men that she will cause pandemonium to break loose."
"Maybe I'm just a hell-raiser," she laughed.
"Don't say that," he warned her, "because if I ever catch you balling a guy I might kill you both. Remember that."
"You shouldn't talk that way," she warned him.
"It's the truth," he assured her. "I wouldn't tolerate you carrying on. Do you understand?"
"Unfortunately I do," she told him.
A new dimension of her husband's wrath had opened up to her. She realized how treacherous it could be if she ever got him going.
"You wouldn't cross me, would you?" he demanded angrily.
"Of course not, love," she assured him. "I will be faithful to you. In my fashion."
"What do you mean, in your fashion?"
"Haven't you been disloyal?" she demanded quickly.
"Now and then I've had a piece of ass on the side," Bill admitted candidly.
"I want my sexual rights," she snapped. "I'm liberated at last."
"Liberated or sexy crazy?" he frowned.
"Whatever it is," she smiled sardonically, "we women aren't asking any more than you men have had all along. Now it's our time to rise and shine."
Bill needed a drink. He knew all too well the playing around that he had done. He knew how he had silently lorded it above his wife that he could play when she couldn't.
"Does my conversation drive you to drink, dear?" Lisa asked.
Bill didn't answer. He was too busy drinking. Lisa paraded past him in the buff. "I'm game for another fuck," she smiled. "Lay off," Bill complained angrily as he looked at her.
CHAPTER THREE
Lisa was determined that she was going to enjoy herself. She was certain that her husband was good at sexual intercourse. However, she wanted an opportunity to compare. The only way she could legitimately compare was to get around and find other men. She decided that one good way to discover sex would be to contact a realtor. She had been considering moving. Perhaps, she reasoned, a realtor would be so kind and coaxing in his manner that she could involve him in sex.
She went to the Parker Realty Service and immediately spotted the young man that she thought would make an eligible sex partner.
"Sir," she began, "I'm interested in seeing a house."
"What did you have in mind?" the realtor smiled as he handed her his card.
Immediately she noticed his name was Ron. She figured if she spoke on a first-name basis she could get closer quicker.
"Ron," she smiled, "I would like to move up in the world. We have a one-bathroom house. I think everyone needs two baths, don't you?"
"Of course, or three," Ron smiled hopefully.
"What do you have that we could go look at today?" she said, glancing at his file.
"Now just a minute," Ron suggested as he quickly thumbed through his card index.
"Here's a place that you might like," he told her. "It isn't too expensive, it's in the thirties."
"Just what I had in mind," she smiled, "the early thirties."
"Yes," he smiled.
He read the various features of the house to her and she was fascinated.
"Could we see that?" she asked eagerly.
"I guess so," Ron nodded, "I'll ask my boss if I can leave the office now."
After he had confirmed it with his boss that it was all right to go, Ron took Lisa in his car to the thirty-thousand-dollar house.
The moment she entered the place she had the strange feeling that he was just as anxious to get involved with her.
"What a lovely place," she commented.
"Yes, and it's partly furnished," he told her. "The people who lived here left some of their things. They were transferred out of the country by their company."
"What a marvelous king-sized bed," she observed when they went into the bedroom.
"Yes, it's a good place to roll around," Ron laughed.
"I wouldn't mind rolling around with you," she said bluntly.
Ron didn't know whether she was kidding or not. "Did I hear you right?" he smiled.
"You certainly did, lover," she nodded. "Remember, women are liberated. We can be the aggressors now and make a few advances."
"Yes," he gulped nervously.
"Strange how it takes you men off guard when a woman makes the suggestion."
"I guess I'm old fashioned," Ron gulped.
"You don't have to be, darling," she said as she slithered over to him and reached down to slowly unzip his fly.
Ron's face flushed.
"I hope I don't embarrass you," she told him.
"No," he shuddered as he felt her hand on his stiff male member.
"My, my, but aren't we long?" she observed. "Sweetheart, doesn't your wife take care of you?"
"I'm not married," he sighed.
"That's nice," she smiled, "then I won't be cheating."
Before he knew what was happening, she had his cock completely out of his pants. She was pulling on it slowly.
"Do you like to play with it?" he asked her eagerly.
"It's my favorite toy," she smiled as she suddenly got to her knees. Pulling Ron's cock to her mouth she let her tongue slip the length of it.
"Suck me," he panted as he thrust forward.
His huge shaft plunged down her throat.
"Oh, sweetheart," he smiled, "are you ever giving me good head. Keep it up. That's what I want. Suck my dick."
Her hands reached for his ass cheeks. He was plunging down her throat vigorously now.
"Suck it off," he panted, "that's the way to do it, baby. Suck it. Now you're doing it."
With rapid strokes he was giving her his shaft. He didn't hold back a thing. As it plunged down her throat she thought she would choke on Ron's penis. Nevertheless, she breathed through her nose and managed to let him continue thrusting.
"Suck me, baby," he begged, "suck the juice out of my dick."
He pulled back quickly so the head of his shaft would remain in her mouth. This would give her an opportunity to suck.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, baby, that's the way. Come on, sweetheart, suck. Suck that big juicy cock. Suck it off."
All at once he exploded. Getting the cream out of his cock was a pleasure for Lisa. She sucked and swallowed. Ron watched her cheeks pull in as she ate him.
"Oh, swallow me," he begged her passionately. "That's the way I like it. Oh, sweetheart, now you're sucking."
He was really enjoying himself now.
"Get all that cream, sweetheart," he told her. "Drain every drop of it out of my prick."
Happily she sucked every drop of his load.
When she had finished giving him oral sex she understood how much it meant to him to get his rocks off. For his penis remained hard.
"You're a marvel," she exclaimed as she got to her feet and reached out and shook his penis as if it were a hand.
"Am I?" he asked her.
"You know it, baby," he smiled with a look of delight.
"What would you like me to do next?" she asked Ron.
"What I would really enjoy," he told her, "is if you would let me stick my dick up your ass."
"What?" she exclaimed. "You mean you want to plunge that enormous penis up my asshole?"
"Don't get shocked," he insisted. "You will enjoy it."
"I doubt that very much," she insisted. "It might kill me to take that big cock of yours up my tight rectum."
"Come on, sweetheart," he told her, "we will give you a good time. All you'll have to do is relax."
Shaking her head Lisa turned away. However, she made a discovery. Once she had started the fires of passion burning, it was not easy to turn them off.
"I'm gonna make you get on your knees and I'm gonna stick it up you."
Even though she didn't want to respond to him she knew that he meant business.
"Take off all your clothes," he insisted, "and get on the bed. I'll give you a fuck you won't forget."
Ron began undressing.
"Do you have this door locked?" she demanded.
"Yes, I have," he smiled.
"How did you know enough to do that?" she asked him curiously.
"I'm not as dumb as you think I am," he said as he pulled off his pants.
"You mean you knew all along I wanted to seduce you?"
"I sure did, sweetheart," he told her. "The moment you walked in the office I could tell what you had in mind. You didn't want a house. You wanted a fuck."
"You're remarkable," she smiled as she slid out of her dress.
Ron came over and finished undressing her.
"I like women who want to get fucked," he told her, "that's why I'm not married. I found all the action I could ever handle this way."
He tugged the elastic waistband of her panties. Reaching inside he groped her vagina. She was moist.
"You're ready," he told her, "you're well oiled, baby."
He played with her vagina and then he pulled off her panties completely. She strode before him stark naked.
"Oh, you're beautiful," he exclaimed, "you really are. I can hardly wait to take care of you."
He unfastened her bra. Then as he saw her beautiful bosoms his hands felt prompted to play with them. He pinched the nipples.
"You're hurting me," she complained.
"I hope so," he smiled.
She pulled away from him and got on the bed. "What position do you want me in?" she asked him. "I want you on all fours with your ass upturned to me," he told her.
Lisa got on the bed. As she stretched out she became more fearful. For she realized what was expected of her. He got behind her as he mounted her rectum. He spit into his hand and applied his spit to his shaft to prepare it. Then flipping his cock between her ass crack he suddenly plunged forward. At the first stroke of his penis plunging up her rectum she felt her entire body shiver.
"Fuck," he commanded, "come on, baby, fuck it. That's what I want. Twist your ass for me. Now you're doing it. Fuck it."
Never before had Lisa felt such humiliation. The disgust that flowed through her body generated heat. Enough heat to propel her ass in a circular motion to keep Ron's plunging penis excited.
"Swing your ass," he commanded, "that's how you do it. Swing. Oh, baby, now you're fucking. Faster. That's it. Keep fucking."
Ron gripped Lisa's ass cheeks as he forced his penis harder up her. He wanted to drive in as far as it would go. To do so he had to hold her in place. For he feared that the moment his cock rammed too far she would pull away.
"Fuck," he commanded, "that's how you do it. Fuck it. Twist. Now. Yes, yes, that's the way. Fuck it, baby."
Drilling it up her asshole pleased him.
"Fuck," he gasped, "that's how you do it, sweetheart. Fuck it. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Faster."
Lisa kept on twisting her ass. Her ass muscles clamped on his sliding shaft.
"Fuck me," he begged, "fuck. Oh, sweetheart, grab it. Twist it."
His balls slapped against her ass cheeks.
"Oh, I can't stand it," he gasped excitedly, "Oh, baby, now you're really twisting. Keep it up. Fuck. Keep fucking, baby."
"All at once Ron's hot juice shot out of his cock. Lisa twisted. She had his pecker in her asshole. She milked him.
"I'm cuming," Ron exclaimed excitedly. "Oh, baby, I made it. What an ass."
He went on plunging his penis up her rectum until he had completed the act. Slowly he eased his cock out of her asshole. Then he bent over and kissed her buttocks.
"Did you enjoy it that much?" she asked in surprise as she looked back at her young lover.
"I really did," Ron assured her. "Thanks so much for letting me ball you."
It didn't take long for Ron to get dressed. He recognized it was a lustful interlude. All he cared about was getting his kicks.
"I'll bet you don't give a damn about me personally, do you?" she asked as she got in his car and they drove back to the realty office.
"I wouldn't say that," he said, keeping his eyes on the highway.
"Of course you wouldn't," Lisa told him. "You men never like to tell the truth. But when your balls start itching you don't care how you get them off."
"Maybe you're right," he said, "but I can't worry about it. I've got to make a living. That's all that's really important to me. One fuck here or there doesn't really mean that much. It's just a way to get my rocks off. I take it where I can, baby. That's the way I take my sex."
CHAPTER FOUR
Lisa became suspicious about her husband playing around. And she decided that she was going to trap him if she could.
"Do you really have to work that late at night, dear?" she asked Bill.
"Yes, I do have to," he told her flatly.
"That's too bad," she said with a twinge.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he shot back at her.
"Maybe," she mumbled.
"If there's anything I don't like," he told her emphatically, "is a woman who likes to make up stories. You have been trying to make out I have a mistress. I don't. Maybe it's all because you are being disloyal to me. Did that ever occur to you?"
Lisa became so uptight she went over and turned off the television.
"Quit looking at that idiot box," she complained angrily, "and you listen to me. I have been loyal to you. I would never play around. You know that. But you aren't giving me enough sex."
"Am I supposed to go to some Masters and Johnson clinic?" he demanded. "And pay a lot of money to learn how to fuck?"
"That's no way for you to talk about a respectable sex clinic," she shot back. "It is not just the art of fucking. It involves sex and psychic stimulation. Experts teach you what to do."
"Honey," he told her, "if it will make you happy, I do have a chick that I like. And now and then I play around with her. She's a nice black gal. And she'll do anything I want her to. Maybe I should bring her over here and let you see what it takes to satisfy me."
Immediately Lisa felt a flush of anger and rage go through her. However, she controlled herself.
"How nice," she told him. "I'm happy for you."
"Look here," he said, "if you really want to show me that you care and want to make me happy, let me invite this nice girl over. You could watch us have sex together. How could see what a beautiful relationship we have."
"Why I can't think of anything more divine, dear," she smiled, "than to watch you and your mistress making it in my own bed."
The way she hit the word "bed" indicated to him instantly how furious she was. However, Bill decided to ignore her response.
"I want to make you happy, Lisa," he told her, "and I will do anything I can think of to please you. Certainly I will invite her over."
"What is her name?" she asked.
"Sheryl," he smiled, "and if you want to see what she looks like bare ass naked, I've got a picture of her in my wallet."
"Oh, that's comforting to know that you carry her nude photo around," she told him. "Let me see what the little bitch looks like."
"I won't have you calling her a little bitch," her husband told her flatly. "I respect her."
"I'm glad somebody does," she told him, "it's a cinch I don't respect you. All you are after is your kicks. Any way you can get them. I've got your score, honey."
They glared at each other until Lisa realized the only way she could get even would be to submit to the indignation and torture of allowing her husband to bring home Sheryl for sex.
"Maybe we could have a sex party next Saturday night," she told him. "Bring her over. I'm sure that her tongue will be so busy licking all over you that I will be the only one able to talk. You'll probably be gasping. I know how you are, dear, when you're enjoying it. Do you realize what a gasping fucker you can be, dear?"
"Can I help it if I turn on with tongue licking around my butt?" he shook his head.
"Of course not. It's perfectly normal and nice," she told him, "and I suppose you go to Sheryl's sex clinic. I hope she doesn't charge you like those respectable places. It would cost us a fortune. You'd probably have to get a loan on your life insurance policy to learn how to fuck and suck."
"You make it all sound so dirty," her husband said angrily. "Sometimes I think I ought to divorce you."
"That's good," she said. "Some husbands want to put their wives on ice."
"I know you're frigid," he told her angrily, "but, sweetheart, you don't have to act like a refrigerator, do you?"
It was becoming painfully clear to her what a problem situation she had. However, she was determined not to get any more upset about it. She couldn't if she cared to hang onto her sanity.
"Darling," she smiled, "bring her over. "I'll fix salami sandwiches and serve beer. I'm sure that you both would appreciate them. You men are such slobs."
"You quit trying to emasculate me," he complained. "And I mean it."
When Saturday night came Sheryl dropped by. She was, a beautiful light-skinned Mulatto girl. She had a shape that made Lisa blush with jealousy. However, she covered very well.
"Hi, Sheryl honey," she began, "it's so nice to have you drop in for our Saturday-night orgy."
"Your husband told me you were so broad minded," Sheryl laughed. "Maybe it's because you've been quite a swinging broad yourself in your day."
"Are you trying to tell me something?" Lisa demanded.
"Of course I am," Sheryl said, snapping her fingers. "Get hip and get with it. Times have changed. Women do what their men want. That female lib crap is just that. Honey, if you want to turn on your tiger you've got to use your tongue."
"How interesting," Lisa told her. 'That's what my husband tells me. He says you are a tongue artist. How did you develop such skill with your tongue, dear?"
"Men are naturally fond of me," she smiled smoothly, "and I respond to affection."
"You call sex turn-on attitudes affection?" Lisa laughed. "Honey, you have a lot to learn yourself."
At this point Bill knew he had to break it up.
"Any more of this bitching from either of you," he told them, "and I'm not gonna fuck tonight. Then where will you be?"
"I'll have to use my dildo," Sheryl laughed. "Have you ever been fucked by another woman?"
She was looking directly at Lisa. Lisa's jaw hung slack.
"You are a swinger," she smiled. "Do I turn you on?"
"You could if you would take off your clothes," Sheryl admitted candidly, "so I could see that those gorgeous breasts aren't silicone jobs."
"No way," Lisa assured her quickly, "they're the real thing, baby. And if you want to lick them when you're fondling my husband's cock, it's all right with me."
Bill shook his head. His brain was spinning. This was hardly what he'd counted un.
"I hope I don't come between you two lovers," he said sarcastically. "Apparently, you turn each other on."
"I do find Lisa terribly attractive," Sheryl confessed. "I never told you about my sensitivity course where I learned to love women, too."
"Sensitivity course," Bill snapped, "you mean they teach you to love women?"
Sheryl shook her head and laughed.
"That isn't what it's for at ail," she explained. "It's to teach us that we're ail in this tangle together. Men, women, young boys. All of us. I would like to demonstrate now how your wife could please you. It would make me happy to help Lisa. As I'm very fond of her."
With a lecherous carnal expression she looked at Lisa as Lisa removed her blouse.
"They're for real," Lisa assured her. "Just look at them, darling. Dark circle nipples and all. Want to lick them?"
Before Bill could stop Sheryl she was over on top of his wife. She was licking first one breast and massaging the other. Bill was frustrated.
"Where am I?" he complained. "I really feel left out. Do I have to get breasts to count?"
Sheryl pulled her mouth off Lisa's bosoms.
"If you took hormone shots," she smiled, "you would be surprised how big your breasts would get. I once knew a fellow named Roger who went in for the sex switch. Roger got such gorgeous breasts that I used to like to lick on them."
"I'm not about to change my sex so you can lick my big tits," Bill complained, getting angry at the boldness of Sheryl.
"You're very narrow minded," Sheryl said. "I'll bet you wouldn't let me stick my dildo up your asshole. Would you?"
Putting his hands over his behind, Boll shook his head.
"No way," he told her. "This is virgin ass, honey. If your male hormones get so horny they want to stab up here, we're through."
"I told you J quit taking those hormone balance shots," Sheryl giggled. "I don't need them any more, baby."
"Something is unbalanced," Bill said nervously as he turned around and went to the bedroom.
"Dig him," Sheryl quipped, "saying all of those nasty things. Who does he think he is?"
"He's my husband," she told her.
At this point both women began competing for Bill's attentions. They both undressed and walked naked into the bedroom.
"My, my," Bill observed, "don't you look gorgeous."
The light-skinned black girl was strapping on a dildo.
"You don't mind, darling," she smiled at Bill, "if I'd like to fuck your wife first. Perhaps you could watch me and learn a little about love making techniques."
Bill frowned.
"I had it figured the other way," he complained. "You know, that you and I would ball and my wife would watch us."
Instantly Lisa turned on him.
"Turnabout is fair play," she quipped. "Come along, love. Let's show this man-child how it's really done."
Lisa was so delighted that she could get her husband upset that she was willing to go to any lengths.
She stretched out on the bed and then bar girl friend straddled her. Looking up at Sheryl r eyes she could see how excited she was becoming.
"You really want to fuck me bad, don't you, baby?" she mumbled.
"Yes. " she breathed heavily, "in the worst way."
Grasping the dildo, Lisa fitted it into herself.
"Fuck, me, honey," she begged anxiously, "fuck me, darling."
The two women were now ready to start balling.
"Fuck," Sheryl panted as she pushed the plastic dildo into Lisa's vagina.
Lisa let her hands wander to Sheryl's bottom. She gripped her ass cheeks as she pumped the dildo rhythmically into her pussy.
"Fuck," she exclaimed, "fuck, baby. Yes. That's how you do it. Oh, sweetheart, fuck it off."
The women's breasts were pushed against each other. Bill got a sudden surprise. He felt himself getting hot. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to jump on top and stick his cock up Sheryl's ass.
"Keep fucking, Sheryl, baby." he said as he pulled on his cock and stroked it to hardness. "I'll ram it up your asshole while you're giving my wife c good balling."
"Su baby," Sheryl replied huskily.
As long as she could press her lips on Lisa's mouth she didn't care what her husband did to her asshole. She kissed Lisa passionately. Their lips met and their tongues merged and interlocked.
"Oh, baby," Lisa smiled, "it feels so good when you love me. That's what I want you to do. Keep it going, honey. Keep it up."
Bill felt like stabbing his cock up Sheryl's ass minus lubrication. However, he thought better of it a moment later. He applied some Vaseline to his shaft to make it slippery. Then parting her ass cheeks he suddenly rode up her.
"Fuck it, baby," he exclaimed as he slammed his cock up her rectum.
Gripping her ass cheeks he squeezed them.
"Keep it going, baby," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Oh, baby, now you're fucking. Twist it."
She was getting more and more excited.
"Fuck," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, that's the way to do it. Fuck it."
They both were enjoying having sex. For Sheryl was getting her kicks stabbing the dildo up Lisa's grasping pussy. At the same time she enjoyed having the cock sliding up her rectum. She had been ass fucked regularly. Her ass was prepared for the penis.
"Come on," he exclaimed, "that's how you do it.
Fuck it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Keep it going, baby, keep fucking."
He was really getting a charge out of it now. For it was easy to see how much pleasure they could deliver.
"Fuck," he exclaimed, "come on, baby, fuck it. Keep your ass twisting."
As he went on driving into her asshole she got an idea.
"I've got a record in my purse," she told him, "that really goes good for ass fucking. It's an African drum beat."
Even though he didn't care to pull his cock out of her ass at this point, he did. He got the record of the African drums and put it on the record player. Then he proceeded to mount her once more. His penis plunged up her ass. The sound of the African fertility drum beats added to his pleasure.
"Fuck, baby," he told her, "that's how you do it. Fuck it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby, yes. Fuck. Keep twisting."
He drove it up her ass with strong driving movements.
"Keep it up," she begged, "get your rocks off, sweetheart. I want to feel that sperm splash up my hot ass."
Watching in the mirror Bill could see the sex sandwich orgy fuck. There was his wife Lisa on the bottom. She was being well fucked by Sheryl's dildo sliding up her. And he was enjoying slipping his cock up Sheryl's tight asshole. Sheryl was twisting as he went on drilling her.
"Oh, baby," he exclaimed excitedly, "I'm almost there. Oh, yes. Keep it up. Come on. Fuck off That's how you do it. Fuck it, baby."
All at once his juices exploded. The hot white cum shot up Sheryl's asshole. It had a syndrome effect. For the moment Sheryl got so stimulated she felt her own juices cuming. Suddenly she was thrusting the dildo into Lisa with new-found lust and desire. The two women came at the same instant. They clasped their arms around each other in a passionate embrace.
"I love it, darling," Lisa panted. "Keep pushing, honey. Oh, we women can do anything those bastards can do."
They kissed. Bill watched. Even though it was a bit disturbing to see his wife making it with another woman, he found it erotically stimulating.
Finally he pulled his cock out of Sheryl's ass. Some of his cum dripped on her thigh. Next Sheryl pulled her dildo out of Lisa.
Thank you, sweetheart," Lisa smiled at her lover Sheryl.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby," Sheryl told her. "Wait'll I got to work on your husband with my tongue. I will teach you some tricks that you can use. You'll really be glad."
At this point Lisa thought it would be a good idea to serve drinks and something to eat.
"Let me go to the kitchen and get us something," she suggested.
While she was off in the kitchen, Bill talked to Sheryl.
"You really surprised me when you did what you wanted to do."
Sheryl shook her head in laughter.
"I surprised myself," she confessed honestly. "I didn't know I was gonna turn on with your wife, honey, really I didn't."
"I've never made it with a bi-sexual woman before," he acknowledged.
"The hell you haven't," Sheryl insisted. "Your wife is bi-sexual. It surfaced when I brought it out. But it was there all along."
"You really like to cut me down to size, don't you?"
"No way," Sheryl assured him. "I'm just a realist, Bill. You aren't."
Bill observed that she was eager to get off the subject and start playing with him. She reached down and gripped his cock and began pumping on it. Her fingers massaged his balls.
"You're beautiful," she exclaimed, "and I want to lick you."
As she stroked his penis he observed it increased in size.
"There's a lot of life in the old cock yet," she smiled happily.
Bill thought it would be fun to shower with Sheryl.
"Why don't you and I take a shower together?" he suggested.
"All right, tiger," she agreed.
They got in the shower together. Bill enjoyed soaping her big bosoms. At the same time she enjoyed washing him off.
"I want to get you real clean," she informed him. "so I can do my thing."
She told him to turn around. She let the soap slip from his shoulders down to his buttocks.
"I'm gonna slide that soap up your ass," she told him, "and I'm gonna lick it out when we get out of the shower."
He was really fascinated with the idea now of taking her on.
"You're beautiful," he smiled at her, "and I want you to suck and lick me all over. I want my wife Lisa to see what an expert you are at lovemaking with that beautiful hot tongue of yours, baby. I want her to see how you can really make me turn on with all that licking and sucking you'll give me. My wife needs to learn a good lesson at making love with her tongue and lips and mouth."
It pleased her to see his lusty desire flashing in his eyes.
"You're a handsome man," she assured him eagerly, "and you deserve to be loved and licked and sucked all over."
He laughed as she spoke. For he realized that she had a good line. Nevertheless, he got a charge out of the way she talked to him.
"Will you promise to give me a good ass suck right in front of Lisa?" Bill asked her bluntly.
"The best, honey," Sheryl replied. "I'll whirl my tongue around your asshole and I'll stick it right up there. I'll give you the rim-and-jerk specialty of the house."
"What's that?" Bill asked-his beautiful black lover curiously.
"That's what I call my rim-and-jerk job when I'm charging," Sheryl laughed. "I rim a guy's asshole and pull on his penis at the same time. You would be amazed how excited it can get some cats to have their asses being sucked while their cocks are being jerked off."
"How much do you charge for your rim-and-jerk jobs?" Bill asked Sheryl curiously.
"Whatever the traffic will bear," she smiled knowingly.
Now that she had finished washing his ass off, she was ready for more involved action.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Sheryl and Bill went back' into the bedroom they were surprised to see the big spread that Lisa had fixed for them.
"You shouldn't have gone to so much bother, honey," Bill smiled at his wife.
Nevertheless, Lisa wanted to express her gratitude for Sheryl coming over to teach her the fine art of sex.
When they had finished the sandwiches and drank the champagne, the sexual activities continued.
"Now I'm gonna introduce you to a thing that I'm sure you will enjoy," Sheryl smiled. 'That is the rim job while the jerk is going on."
"Explain yourself," Lisa smiled, not understanding.
"Bill," she suggested, "you stretch out in the bed. I'll get down there around your balls, baby, and swing my tongue up your ass."
It was a bit difficult for Lisa to adjust to anyone talking like this. Nevertheless, she wanted to be a good sport.
"You two go ahead just as if I wasn't here," she smiled.
Bill stretched out. He liked to part his legs and grip his cock and hold it out in an open invitation for Sheryl to suck it.
"First," she reminded him, "it's the hand job. Next, sweetheart, I suck you off."
"I can hardly wait," Sheryl observed.
"It might be interesting," Lisa smiled, "if you ate my pussy while I ate his pecker. How does that sound?"
"Delicious, dear," Lisa went along with the gag.
Painful as it was for Lisa, she was determined not to let on her true feelings. She figured she could really give her husband something to remember her by if she played along to the point where he would wonder if she was enjoying it with Sheryl.
Sheryl found it difficult to get sideways.
"First," she told Lisa, "I'd better lie on my stomach and eat your husband's asshole. It's hard to do a good job in any other position."
At that point Bill cut in.
"Don't you suggest so much that she can't take care of me," he complained. "After all, you are here to learn how to please me. Isn't that the purpose of our get-together?"
"I'm sorry," Lisa shook her head. "I guess I was just getting into the spirit of things too much."
Now Sheryl gripped Bill's penis.
"It's hard for me to get my tongue in your asshole at this angle," she confessed.
"I'm sorry, baby doll," Bill apologized. "I'll slip a pillow under my ass, sweetheart. That will make it easier."
"Thank you, love," Sheryl smiled affectionately as she watched Bill slip a pillow under his buttocks.
Now he was in a proper position. Her tongue slipped back and forth across his ass cheeks. She saved the ass crack licking for the last.
"Oh, suck my ass," Bill panted as she pumped on his penis. "Suck it, sweetheart. That's the way I like it."
Lisa observed that Bill's head rolled this way and that as he had her hand down there on his penis and her tongue slipping around his ass cheeks.
"She seems like an accomplished ass licker," Lisa observed.
Glaring at his wife, Bill told her frankly, "Cut out the comedy. I'm here to get my ass sucked. Would you mind shutting up?"
"I'm so sorry if I disturbed you, dear," she smiled smugly.
It was evident to Bill that she wasn't sorry at all. It was quite obvious she was getting a big charge out of what she was doing.
Lisa watched closely. Bending over she could see Sheryl's pink tongue tip sliding quickly this way and that across Bill's twisting ass. Apparently she was skillful in the use of her tongue. Maybe it was the fact that she never let her tongue stop licking. It was lapping and licking all the time. At the same moment her hand was pumping on his penis.
"Suck my ass," Bill commented, "suck it, sweetheart. That's the way I like it. Lap my asshole. Sweetheart, suck. Suck ass."
The rhythmic hand movements that Sheryl applied to Bill's cock amused Lisa. She wondered if she could do it as skillfully. No doubt about it, the talented tongue was giving her a very good time.
"Lick it," he gasped, "come on, sweetheart, suck it."
At that point Sheryl plunged her tongue up his asshole. At the same time she kept her hand moving at a good clip.
"Pull on my meat," Bill begged. "That's the way to do it. Pull on my dick. Oh, baby, yes. Keep it up."
The regular rhythmic strokes that she was making with her hand on his penis pleased her. At the same time he couldn't get over how exciting it was when she would stiffen her tongue and stab it all the way up his asshole.
"Eat my ass out," he begged. "That's the way to do it. Suck my asshole."
It was evident to her that he was enjoying it. At the same time Sheryl was keeping track of her tongue action. For she knew that at a certain point when his whole body would tremble he would be close to climax. She didn't want to miss a trick.
Slipping her tongue swiftly from his asshole she let it lap along his balls. Next she let her tongue slip up the Underside of his shaft. Then letting her mouth slip over his cock she sucked.
"Suck my prick," he begged her, "suck it, sweetheart. That's the way to do it. Suck my cock off, baby, suck." Her lips fastened over the head of his shaft. All at once the hot cream erupted.
"Eat me," he begged anxiously. "Eat my dick, sweetheart."
Lisa watched as she saw Sheryl's head move up and down on Bill's thick pulsating penis. She envied her. She could do things like this. No doubt about it, she would and she could.
"Suck my prick off," he begged her, "suck it. Yes, sweetheart, suck that big juicy cock stick."
When Sheryl had finished sucking him and swallowing his seed she slid off his slippery cock. Turning to Lisa she asked her, "Could you do as good?"
Lisa didn't hesitate a moment. Once she realized what competition she had she nodded.
"Of course I could," she insisted. "I'm good at things like that."
However, at this point she could see what Sheryl wanted. For Sheryl was spreading her legs and massaging her pussy. "Let's see how you are at eating pussy."
"I'm good at it," Lisa smiled.
Sheryl spread her legs and Lisa crouched over her.
"Suck my pussy," she pleaded, "go ahead, darling. Suck my sweet snatch."
Bill enjoyed watching his wife go down on another woman. His penis became tense as he watched Lisa's tongue pumping along Sheryl's slit. Sliding into her vagina Lisa knew what to do. She held her ass cheeks and let her tongue continue flipping this way and that.
"Oh, baby," Sheryl panted, "what a pussy eater. Keep your tongue flipping. That's it. Oh, yes. Suck my pussy. Now you're doing it. Just like I like it, love. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's the way to do it. Oh, baby, love me."
The passionate frenzy that she felt at the beginning of their relationship continued. Sheryl placed her legs over Lisa's shoulders as she pumped her pussy to her mouth.
"Lick my sticky pussy," she panted. "Oh, sweetheart. Lick me. That's it, lover. Lick my box. Oh, baby, suck my sweet snatch. That's the way I love it. Oh, suck me, baby."
Passionately her tongue whirled about inside Sheryl. She could taste her. It tasted good to her. She got her nose in there, too.
"Suck my pussy," Sheryl begged, "suck my pussy, baby."
Bill got so stimulated he knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to lick Sheryl's bosoms while his wife was eating her snatch.
Bill moved over to Sheryl. He gripped one breast and squeezed it tightly as his tongue went for the other.
"Love me," Sheryl begged. "Oh, baby, now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Love me. Oh, yes, yes. I can't stand it."
She was wiggling all over the bed and soon she was juicing.
"Ohhh," she groaned in delight, "I can't stand it. Oh, baby, I'm cuming."
Hastily Lisa's tongue lapped her up. It didn't bother her. She enjoyed it.
"Suck my snatch," Sheryl begged. "Suck it. Oh, honey, only a woman can know another woman like this. Suck me."
Lisa's tongue moved in regular strokes as she licked this way and that and finally nibbled at her clit and got some more juice.
When it was over she pulled her tongue out. She patted her girl friend's behind.
"Thank you, love," she told her.
Now Bill's penis was hard again.
"I would like to fuck your asshole," he told Sheryl. "You've got such a cute ass, honey."
Thank you, Bill," Sheryl smiled. "You can stab your dick up my ass providing one thing. I want you to make sure it is slippery before you stab it into me."
"Your request is my command," he nodded.
Now she was thrilled. For Bill was doing everything he could to please her.
He got some KY lube and applied it to his shaft. When it was completely slippery and would slide smoothly, he was ready.
Sheryl positioned herself in the middle of the bed. She knew what was important. When she was on all fours so her ass was upturned for Bill's penis to plunge forward, he positioned himself. Grasping her buttocks he slowly eased his well-lubricated shaft between her ass crack. With a hard drive forward he plunged it up her rectum.
"Fuck it, baby," he panted as he pushed it forward. That's how you do it, sweetheart. Fuck it."
The thick pulsating cock stabbed up her ass unmercifully. However, Sheryl enjoyed it. Looking at his wife Bill got a wise idea.
"Honey," he suggested, "While I'm fucking her asshole why don't you eat mine out?"
Lisa thought it would be fun to tantalize Bill's behind with her tongue.
Gripping his ass cheeks she let her tongue slip up his asshole. With hard driving cock stabs he shoved forward. At the same time Bill enjoyed his wife's tongue flipping around his ass. Looking back at Lisa, he told her, "Honey, slide your tongue all the way up my ass. Don't be afraid."
Lisa picked up the tempo of his hips. She let her tongue slip up his rectum. She squeezed his ass cheeks.
"Suck my asshole," he told her. "I love it. Just like that, baby. Now you're doing it. Come on, sweetheart, suck ass."
He was doing a magnificent job.
"Eat my ass out," he told her. "That's how you do it, honey. Eat my asshole."
The tongue plunging up the asshole had him excited.
"Oh, sweetheart," Bill smiled at his wife, "what a good ass sucker you are. Keep sucking my asshole."
Bill was enjoying plunging his cock up Sheryl's behind while his wife ate his own ass. He watched in the mirror. He could see Lisa's head buried between his buttocks.
"Eat my ass," he begged her frantically. "That's the way you do it, darling. Suck ass. Come on, sweetheart, suck my asshole."
He was stimulated all the way now.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Oh, sweetheart, suck me, suck me, baby, suck."
Lisa could tell how excited her husband was getting. She timed her tongue stabs up his asshole to his cock stabs up Sheryl's buttocks.
"Suck it," he told her. "Suck ass. Oh, sweetheart, it sure excites me to see you humiliated with your tongue up my ass."
It was true Lisa was totally subservient to Bill now. In a way she resented it. Nevertheless, she wanted to please him.
With a final cock stab Bill shoved his penis in up to the hilt. His balls exploded. Lisa could feel his balls tremble as he got his gun off.
"Suck my nuts now," he told her, "Suck them, sweetheart."
Passionately Lisa let her mouth slip over his balls. She sucked his trembling testicles as he continued shooting a steady stream of white cum up Sheryl's asshole.
Sheryl's sphincter muscle worked now. She gripped his penis tightly, helping him unload more sperm. When he had finished getting his rocks off and his wife had pulled her tongue out of his asshole, he pulled his penis out of Sheryl's behind. Lisa was amazed at what a good time they had enjoyed.
"What a nice orgy," she observed.
CHAPTER SIX
Lisa knew very well she was treading a dangerous Path. For she had decided that she wanted to get two men. She wanted to find out what it would be like to have one penis slipping into her pussy while the other went into her asshole. She figured she could get a cock in mouth if she did a sixty-nine with the guy who was eating her pussy.
She went to the gas station, and looked at the young mechanic who was working on her car. She made up her mind that she was going to have sex with him.
"I think I need an oil change," she started the conversation.
"I'll check your car, ma'am," the young boy told her.
He looked at her oil and agreed it was low. But he wasn't certain it needed changing.
"Do you have it written on a sticker when you got it changed last?" he questioned.
"No, I'm not particular about little things like that," she told him.
"You should be," he told her. "It's important."
Lisa watched him as he put the car up on the rack. She couldn't help observe his muscles. He wasn't wearing a shirt and as he strained to do his work she couldn't help admire his physique.
"You're sure a handsome young man," she whispered to him.
"You trying to put the make on me, lady?" he chuckled.
"Why not?" she asked, glancing at his crotch.
"If you're hungry for me," he told her, "I'll let you eat it."
Lisa smiled and nodded.
"When do you get off work here, tiger?"
"I'd take off to get in bed with you," he assured her.
A short while later he did take off. And he went over to Lisa's place. She was ready for him. She was wearing a filmy blue nightie when he came to the front door.
"Come in, lover," she smiled.
The young boy entered.
"You gonna charge me?" he wanted to know.
"Of course not, darling," she shook her head. "I figured it would just be a pleasant way to spend an afternoon."
"I agree," he nodded.
She was more than happy to play along with his game. He wasted no time.
"I'm a grease monkey," he laughed, "so I'd better take a good shower. That is, if you don't want to get your beautiful body greasy with mine."
"You can take a shower," she said as she led the way to the bedroom.
When he took off all of his clothes she decided she would strip, too.
"What a body," he observed. "You sure are a gorgeous chick. I like big tits."
"Most men do," Lisa nodded.
His hands reached out. He gripped her bosoms and massaged them.
"What's your name, tiger?" she asked. "Ben," he told her, "just call me Bennie for short."
Ben was plenty greasy. But she observed he was a well-formed man. His broad shoulders and trim waist appealed to her.
"How do you keep so slim, Bennie?" she smiled.
"Lots of exercise," he told her.
She was delighted that she could turn on with him.
"I've got to hand it to you," he smiled, "but you are a woman after my own heart. You like to fuck and you're not afraid to say so."
"That is the truth," she nodded.
She stepped into the shower with him. She reached for his cock and washed it off. Then she let the soap wander around to. his buttocks.
"I'll wash you all over," she said, letting the soap slide between his ass cheeks.
He enjoyed the fact that she was so eager to play around with him.
"You're a gorgeous woman," he told her, "You really are."
He washed her off and then the two of them went back into the bedroom. "I would love to give you a special massage," she told him.
"Did you used to work at one of those massage parlors?"
She shook her head and laughed.
"No, baby," she explained, "but my husband always liked to have me give him a soothing massage."
She immediately went to work getting the oil for his body rub. He stretched out and she poured some oil into her hands and then she applied it to his back. She let her hands wander down his back to his buttocks. Then slipping her hand between his ass crack she massaged his balls.
"Oh, that feels so good when you play with me," he told her. "Why don't you rub my prostate, too?"
Parting his ass cheeks so she could conveniently slip her finger up his tight rectum, he enjoyed the sensation of her massaging him.
"Do that," he exclaimed, "yes. That's what I want you to do. Oh, yes."
She was really pleased. For he was wiggling to her finger pushing up his asshole.
"Oh, baby," she panted as she bent over and let her lips press against his ass cheeks. "I'm enjoying this so much."
She let her tongue slip all around his asshole and then she parted his ass cheeks as she removed her finger and sucked on his asshole. It got him excited to have her do this to him.
"Keep sucking me," he begged passionately. "I'm enjoying it. Oh, yes. Suck my ass out. I want you to do it."
His tongue flipped this way and that. "Eat my ass," he begged her. "Oh, sweetheart, suck me."
Her finger tips played with the back of his balls as her tongue stabbed high up his rectum. He pressed against the bed as he had a hard-on. Seeing his ass flexing, she realized she was going to miss something if she didn't have him turn over quickly.
"Turn over so I can turn on," she said as she pulled her tongue out of her ass.
He rolled over. Reaching forward she gripped his cock. She pulled on it a couple of times.
"Oh, yes," he exclaimed, "that's how you do it. Oh, sweetheart, pull on my dick."
She pulled on him rhythmically.
"Keep it up," he begged her. "That's how you do it. Oh, baby, keep playing with me."
She was getting him more and more excited every moment.
Then she let her bosoms crush against his penis. He loved having his cock between her breasts.
"Now, baby, I want you to suck me," he told her, "and suck me good."
She pulled off and gripping his pulsating thick cock let her hands stroke it a couple of times.
"Put your mouth on it," he demanded.
For a second she hesitated. She could see that it was getting Ben more stimulated by momentarily pausing. However, it was as painful for her to wait as it was for him. She could hardly wait to have his dripping cock in her mouth so she could suck him.
"Slip it in your mouth," he begged.
Slowly she let her tongue slide over the head of his shaft. His cock quivered.
"Suck it," he commanded, "go ahead and suck my prick, baby. That's what I want you to do. Suck my hot, juicy cock."
She let her mouth slip over his shaft eagerly, preparing to devour him.
"Suck it off," he commanded. "Come on, sweetheart, suck my cock."
He jabbed his penis forward. He caressed the back of her throat with his cock.
"Eat it," he commanded, "go ahead, honey, eat my prick."
He loved the sensations that were being generated in his body now.
"Suck my prick," he panted, "come on, sweetheart, suck that cock."
His hands reached out to grip her head firmly. He thrust forward.
"Eat it," he commanded, "that's how you do it. Eat that big sticky dick."
All at once his cock was caressing her throat wildly.
"Wow!" he panted. "That is fantastic. Come on, sweetheart, give me a good fuck."
The intimacy of having his penis slipping down her throat appealed to him. He could hardly wait until his cock would shoot its load "Keep it up," he begged her. "That's the way, baby. Suck that big juicy prick. Suck it off. Suck that cock."
All at once the hot cream exploded.
"Now you're doing it," he gasped. "Oh, baby, suck me."
The white cream was spurting out of his penis shaft. She was sucking now and enjoying it more and more as the pace increased.
"Ohhh," he groaned in delight, "I'm cuming. Suck that big prick. Suck that cock."
She gulped greedily. When he had finished shooting he pulled his penis out of her throat.
"I haven't had a good time like that since I visited a nympho."
She looked up at him.
"What is a nympho like to have sex with?" she asked curiously.
"A nympho is a creature who can't get enough. She always wants more and more sex. She wants to be fucked morning, noon and night. Some men just can't keep up with her pace. I could."
"Good for you, Bennie," she laughed as she applauded him.
"I could match your time," he told her. "You're another woman who borders on being a nympho."
"How can you tell?" she asked.
"That's easy," he replied. "Just the way you say it. A guy can tell when a chick goes ape over him. You wanted me when you came to the gas station. I could tell you weren't interested in a lube job. You wanted to get fucked. Am I right?"
"I'll confess," she laughed. "You are right. I wanted you desperately."
It was painfully clear to him that she was going to be after him for more sex. And this bothered him.
"You should be happy," she told Ben. "Why aren't you smiling?"
"I'm married," he explained. "When I was balling that nympho all the time I was single."
"I'm married, too," she smiled. "What's marriage got to do with what we have going?"
"Plenty," he explained. "I've only got one dick. "My wife wants me to stick it in her regularly. She's trying to achieve climax. I wish these women would quit reading about climaxing. It was all right until Jennifer read that she should get her rocks off when I did. That's when the trouble started."
"Don't deprive Jennifer of her satisfaction," Lisa insisted.
"You don't know what a job it is to keep humping her," he sighed. "I mean, I've got to keep plunging my prick into her until she says she's there. And that's a hell of a long time usually."
"You poor darling," she smiled. "I guess it is rough when a woman demands her climax. Have you ever thought of a vibrator?"
"No, I haven't," he admitted candidly.
"Why don't you give her a vibrator as an anniversary gift?" he smiled with heavy sarcasm at her young lover.
"Jennifer has no sense of humor at all," he shook his head disgustedly.
"What a pity," she teased.
Then glancing down at his penis she observed it was stiffening. Reaching forward she massaged his balls until his cock was hard again.
"You know, sweetheart," she smiled, "I give a great ass fuck."
"No fooling?" he smiled at her. "You mean you'll let me stick my big ole dick up your sweet tight ass?"
"Why not?" she grinned. "My husband enjoys anal sex. Therefore, I figure it would be great to let you have it."
Reaching over to the bottle of oil, she applied some to his penis.
"I'll prepare you, dear," she smiled, "then you can slip it up my ass."
When his cock was slippery and he was ready to dip his penis up her behind, she got in the middle of the bed on all fours.
"Watch in the mirror," she suggested.
He looked at their reflection in the mirror. Gripping her ass cheeks he flipped his slippery cock up her ass crack.
"Fuck me," she demanded. His slippery cock stabbed up her asshole.
His penis went on plunging up her ass. She wiggled just the right way. Grasping his penis tightly with her sphincter muscle she created a milking motion for him.
"Now you're doing it," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, that is wild. Keep it up. Oh, honey, fuck. Fuck it, sweetheart."
He was horny for her now.
"Fuck," he commanded, "come on, baby, fuck it, baby, fuck."
He was really excited now and so was she, for their tempo had risen to a resounding sexual crescendo for both of them.
"Come on, baby," he panted, "that's the way you fuck. Fuck it off."
She kept her tail twisting for him. His balls slapped against her ass cheeks as he invaded her asshole as far as his cock could go.
"Now, baby, now," he exclaimed anxiously, "that's the way I like it. Come on, sweetheart, fuck. Fuel it, baby."
He went on ramming it up her rectum. His hand? squeezed her ass cheeks until they were red.
"What a wild fuck you are," he panted. "Oh, baby, I've never had an ass fuck so good. Come on, sweetheart. Twist. Fuck it off."
The hot sperm gushed up her asshole when he finally got his gun off.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly, "oh, wow, baby! I made it. Oh, baby, milk my prick. Milk it hard with your ass. Milk, baby, milk and fuck!"
She continued letting her ass gyrate until his slippery plunging penis had completed shooting.
Ever so slowly he withdrew.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I really enjoyed myself."
Pulling his penis out of her asshole, he flipped over.
"I think you are a nympho," he told her flatly.
"Maybe I am," she admitted. "I never thought about it before. But I suppose I could be. I really enjoy balling. I was wondering if you might get another guy from your shop over here to fuck me. I would enjoy a threeway orgy."
"That would be a nice way for all of us to get killed," Ben shook his head.
"We could make it in a motel," she suggested eagerly.
"All right," he agreed, "I guess we could fuck in a motel. That might be safer than doing it here where your old man could catch us."
At this point Ben knew he had to leave her.
"Forgive me, baby doll," he apologized, "if I split. I've got to get back to work. I told my boss that I had to go to a dentist for a couple of hours. He would really flip if he knew the truth."
"What is you boss like?" she asked him. "Why don't you bring him along?"
"You wouldn't like him," he told her, "and anyway, he's loyal to his wife. Another guy who's single, named Hank, would enjoy coming along for the sex trip. We'll set something up."
"Wonderful," she smiled. "We will do everything. You just name it."
Ben got off the bed and picked up his shorts. Lisa watched as he slid into them. She observed him dress. She lay there still naked, not wanting to change her position.
"Aren't you gonna kiss me good-bye?" she asked him.
Ben laughed as he went over to her, bent over her crotch and kissed her pussy lips.
"I wish you'd given me a French kiss down there," she grinned.
Ben bent over once more. He let his tongue slip between her pussy lips.
"Do you like that?" he teased her.
"Very much," she assured him.
When Ben had gone and she was left alone, she had time to think. But thinking about where she was headed troubled her. She decided a drink might be the best way to relax.
Pouring herself a double shot of bourbon slit sipped it slowly. Looking in the mirror she couldn't see that she looked any different. She should look like a harlot, she thought. But she didn't. If anything, she looked more beautiful and ravishing than ever before. Her entire body was flushed from the sexual excitement she had experienced.
When her husband came home that night she had some second thoughts. She wondered if she might involve him in more sex.
"Hi, honey," she called out when he opened the front door.
"Where are you, baby?" he called back to her.
"In the bedroom," she replied.
Bill stepped into the bedroom. When he looked at Lisa lying there stretched out totally nude, he knew what she wanted.
"You are still horny for me?" he asked her.
"I've been waiting all day for you, darling," she smiled.
It didn't take Bill long to get the idea. He unfastened his shirt after he'd taken off his coat. He took off his clothes and slid out of his shorts swiftly. When he was completely naked he went over to the bed where she lay.
As he stood there stroking his cock to size, his wife looked up at him hungrily.
"Oh, darling," she commented, "I can hardly wait until you slip it to me. Maybe I'm a nympho, because I can't seem to get enough sex from you."
Bill laughed, not realizing she really meant what she was saying.
"Yes," he told her, "a sucking, fucking nympho. Now spread your legs, sweetheart, and let me stab my cock up you."
She spread He straddled her. Reaching out she gripped his cock and guided it into her moist hole with eager determination.
"Fuck me," she begged him anxiously, "fuck me. Oh, baby, I need it so bad. Stab it up there."
Pushing his penis into her as far as it would go, he gave her some good action.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "now you're giving it to me. Just like I like it. Fuck. Fuck it, baby, keep fucking."
With rhythmic movements he stabbed into her. Her pussy muscles clasped his sliding cock.
"Hold that," he told her, "oh, baby, grab it. That's like I like it. Come on, sweetheart, fuck me good and hard."
Passionately he continued pounding his penis into her. At the same moment she was clutching on his slippery cock.
"You're a wild fuck," she exclaimed as she gripped his ass cheeks and squeezed them.
Bill always enjoyed having his wife's hands on him while he fucked.
"Give it to me," she begged eagerly, "every fucking inch of it. Stab it up there, lover, really fuck me."
He was really giving it to her now. With hard driving cock stabs he went on pounding his cock into her relentlessly.
"Oh, honey, stick your finger up my asshole," he told her. "I'd love that, too."
She let her finger slide up his behind. Bill twisted as he plunged his cock harder into her.
"Grab it," he panted, "snap your pussy. That's it, sweetheart, fuck off."
It wasn't going to be much longer until he came. For he recognized how close he was to climax at that time.
"Oh, I can't stand it," he cried out passionately. "You're beautiful, baby. Brush those big tits across my chest."
Lisa let her bosoms brush over Bill's chest eagerly.
"Like that," he exclaimed, "Oh, yes, lover. Now you're giving it to me. Just, like I like it. Fuck it, baby. Fuck it."
Passionately they went on loving each other. She locked her legs around his as he stabbed into her determinedly.
The hot white sperm jetted into her pussy. Her pussy muscles clamped and squeezed and milked his penis.
"Get all the cream out of my dick," he told her excitedly. "Oh, yes. Fuck me." She went on twisting as he fucked her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following morning Bill was in good humor. He had slept soundly following a good workout.
"What would you like for breakfast, dear?" she asked him.
"I need a big breakfast," he told her. "After all that screwing last night I guess I lost a lot of protein."
She laughed.
"It was good for you, darling," she assured him. "It shows you're still in excellent form."
"Do you really think so?" Bill asked his wife seriously.
"Have I ever lied to you?" she replied.
"I'm sure you have," Bill told her candidly, "but I just haven't caught you."
"And you. never will," she smiled smoothly as she fixed him pancakes, an omelet and some strawberries with cream for dessert.
When Bill went off to work her kissed her goodbye.
"Keep your motor running, baby," he told her. "Tonight I'll come back and really ball you good."
She liked the fact that Bill had become much more concerned with getting back than staying at the office. Too long she had wondered what he was doing in his off-late hours.
Her only shock was when she got a phone call around ten-thirty from Ben.
"Do you remember me talking to you about Hank?" he asked her. "That other guy who works at the gas station?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Hank wants to ball you this afternoon with me," he told her.
"I don't know whether I should or not," she confessed.
"Why not?" he asked her. "We'll have a ball. The housewife's orgy."
"You're making me nervous talking that way," she said. "If my phone was bugged by my trusting husband I would be in a bad way."
"Does he suspect you're a nymphomaniac?" Ben asked bluntly.
"I think he does," she admitted.
"Baby doll," he told her, "forget him. You and I and Hank can swing this afternoon. How about it, baby?"
"What time?" she asked before she would agree.
"How about two-thirty?" he suggested.
"Two-thirty would be all right," she agreed. "I'll meet you at the gas station."
"It'd be a good idea," he told her, "and we'll go to the motel from there. Just come in and get some gas. I'll give you a card with the address of the motel. I don't dare talk any more as I don't want the boss to get suspicious of what's up."
"Of course not," she agreed.
When she hung up the phone she realized how deep she was getting into her torrid life. Yet there was something exciting about it and she looked forward to the prospect of meeting Hank. She figured he might be a lot of fun to have sex with. No doubt she could contribute to Hank's happiness. She would introduce him to ass sucking and cock sucking and ball sucking. She recognized that he might have done these acts before but she was certain that no one would put as much passion and punch into them as she could and would.
She hurried about the house to get her chores done so it wouldn't appear that she had neglected anything. Next she took a lingering bath. She dropped in two scented bath pearls. She wanted to make sure that she was kissing sweet all over.
Stepping out of the bathtub she dried off. When the towel fell to the floor and she looked at the mirror's reflection of her naked body she couldn't help nod.
"Not bad," she observed.
Even though she didn't want to get carried away with herself she knew she had to admit that she had a beautiful body. More than that, she knew what to do with it.
The whole idea of taking on Bill fascinated her. But the idea of taking on two men from the gas station excited her even more. What would Hank be like? She could hardly wait to meet him.
She took a brief rest and then had a light lunch. She rested some more in the afternoon and then dressed. She figured that she would look great in a tight-fitting white pants suit outfit.
Once she had prepared herself she was ready to swing.
She got into her car and drove down to the gas station. It didn't take long for Ben to get over to her car.
"Hi, gorgeous," he called out, "I've got everything set. Here's the address."
Ben turned around to make sure the boss wasn't looking when he handed her a small card with the address of the motel.
At this point he was elated and excited. The she caught sight of Hank. Hank was giving her the eye. He was a light-skinned black man. He really turned her on.
"You'll enjoy Hank," Ben told her. "He's got a cock that won't quit. Wait till you see it."
"I'm dying to get together with you two," she smiled. 'This will be my first orgy."
"Do you expect me to believe that?" Ben chuckled when he took her credit card and filled out the cost of the gasoline.
"It happens to be the truth," she said proudly. "I will confess I've had sex with another woman and my husband. However, I've never taken on two men at the same time."
"Beautiful," Ben told her. "We'll make this a first."
She signed the receipt and got out of the place just in time. The boss was becoming curious about what was taking so much time. Coming over to Ben, the boss questioned him as she drove off.
"Are your trying to make time at my place?" he demanded.
"No way," he shook his head, "just telling her about her tires. She needed some new tires and I wanted to sell some. I hope you don't mind."
"I should say not," the boss nodded. "Will she buy some tires?"
"I think she'll be back for some," he observed. "I do my best."
"Keep up the good work," the boss told him.
Later that afternoon he had it all figured out. Hank was going to leave for a dental appointment. Then Ben would pretend that he got a call from his brother that he was in an accident and he would go. That would still leave two men as well as the boss. Later they could come back. However, he was so determined to get in bed with Lisa and Hank that he was willing to risk his job.
They all met at the motel. Lisa could hardly wait to take off her clothes and expose herself to Hank's hot eyes.
"Hi, beautiful," Hank introduced himself. "Pleased to meet you, swinger," she nodded back to him.
He could hardly wait to see her totally nude.
Once inside the room she stripped. Hank didn't take long to undress as he made it a point not to wear his shorts. He wanted to get at it quickly. When she saw his long slick black penis she was really stimulated. Hank pulled on it a couple of times to get it up to total size.
"How do you like the looks of this, honey?" he asked her point blank."
"I'd say it was good sucking," she informed him flatly. "Why don't we do a super sixty-nine? You can suck my pussy while I lick your asshole. Later I'll eat your dick. How does that grab you?"
"Baby, it's what I was hoping you'd say," he told her.
Meantime Ben was undressing. Ben was wondering if he had done the right thing. Perhaps he was going to get jealous before it was all over. Noticing that Ben was extra silent, Lisa walked over to him when she was bare-ass naked.
"Hey, tiger," she told him, "aren't you eager to get into my play pen?"
He nodded.
"First, let me suck your ass, Lisa," he suggested.
"All right," she said agreeably, "and while you're eating my ass out I'll be sucking on Hank's asshole."
Hank was most agreeable to the idea.
"I think it would be fun if we all took a shower first," she suggested. "We would feel so refreshed."
The trio got in the shower. It was a close squeeze. Washing each other off, Lisa was amused at Hank.
"No reason to get married any more," Hank said, "I find me all the pussy I need."
"With a long black cock like that, honey," she told him, "you shouldn't have any trouble. Women are eager to get their kicks nowadays. They can admit to having sexual feelings."
She played with Hank's long black penis and it became harder and harder.
"It's so long, baby doll," she told him. "I don't know how I'm ever gonna take care of all that black dick."
"You'll find a way," he winked.
Meantime she reached for Ben's penis. She didn't want to neglect him.
"Hey, I'm here," Ben told her. "Play with me more."
With a hand on each cock she recognized she had her hands full.
She pulled both men into the bedroom.
"Now let's be good sports about all this," she smiled happily. "Everybody's gonna have a good time. Right?"
Hank nodded and so did Ben. They got in bed. Hank stretched out on his stomach. Lisa stretched out so she was right over his ass. She began licking one ass cheek while she massaged the other. At the same time Ben got down over her ass. Ben licked her ass cheeks. Then he let his tongue slip along her ass crack. She copied Ben's tongue movements. As her tongue duplicated the activity of her other lover, she was watching in the mirror. It was fun to see them all stretched out, licking each other's asses.
"Suck my ass, sweetheart," Hank panted, "that's it, honey. Stick your tongue up my ass. Don't be bashful."
Ben was getting a big charge out of it. For he could see that Hank was really getting turned on, too.
Finally Ben pulled his tongue out of Lisa's asshole and suggested, "Let's get this fuck show on the road. Sweetheart, I'll fuck your ass. You and Hank ought to go into that sticky sixty-nine position."
Hank swung around. He presented his penis to the willing happy mouth of Lisa. She pulled on his cock as she let her tongue lave his big black balls.
"Suck my nuts," he suggested, "I'd really appreciate that."
He was really stimulated at this point. His balls tingled.
"Come on, you nut sucker," he told her, "suck my big black balls."
Opening her mouth Lisa allowed Hank to slip his hairy black balls inside. She enjoyed the feel of them swelling as she pulled on his thick black cock.
"Now you're doing it," he told her, "come on, baby, suck that big black juicy prick."
She let her tongue slip from his balls to his cock shaft. She licked and nibbled all the way to the head of the big black penis.
"Slide your mouth over it, lover," he told her, "and lick that dick."
She let her mouth slide over his cock head. She sucked smoothly.
"Eat my prick," he panted, "that's it, lover. Suck that big black licorice stick."
She was sucking rhythmically now.
"Suck it, sweetheart," he told her. "That's the way you do it. Suck it. Come on, baby, suck that black cock. Suck it off."
He was really stimulated. At the same time Hank let his tongue slide along her vagina. He got a charge out of watching his buddy Ben stick his cock up her asshole. She wiggled her ass.
"Swing your hips, honey," Ben panted. "That's the way to do it, lover. Oh, sweetheart, I'm really fucking you now."
As the penis plunged up her rectum, her other lover stuck his tongue far up her vagina. With all of her orifices being entertained, she was pleased. For her mouth was occupied with a cock suck. Her pussy was enjoying the sliding, slippery tongue movements of Hank as he ate her box. At the same time she enjoyed having her ass fucked.
"Fuck my ass," she begged, "fuck it. Come on, sweetheart, fuck my asshole."
He was becoming more and more intensely excited.
"Come on, ass fucker," she told Ben, "fuck my ass."
This got Hank disturbed. For when she pulled her mouth off his penis to request Ben to stab it high up her rectum, he was not getting his cock sucked.
"Get your mouth on my prick," he begged.
Realizing that his tongue was out of her vagina she knew that it was time to go back to licking Hank's long slick penis.
She let her lips slip smoothly once more over his shaft. She clasped her lips tightly over his penis head. Her tongue licked back and forth. She could taste him starting to juice.
Now the three of them were occupied. Hank was jabbing his cock down her throat. He loved to caress his slippery black penis head against the back of her throat. He enjoyed hearing her gag as if she was going to choke on his thick black penis.
At the same time he let his talented tongue movements entertain her. For he was a pussy eater from high school days. He had long entertained girls with his tongue lapping, licking movements.
He nibbled at her clit.
Their bodies trembled as they passionately worked over each other.
"Oh, suck my cock," he panted as he plunged down her throat farther.
Seeing how excited Hank was getting, got Ben going. Ben's balls tingled as his hot cock plunged high up her rectum.
The three had become one. In this magical moment of sexual contact with Hank's tongue slipping once more into her vagina and his penis driving down her throat, and Ben's cock stabbing up her rectum, she was enjoying a housewife's orgy she could never forget.
All at once she felt Hank's big balls trembling. She knew he was close to climax. She pulled away so his penis juice would spill into her mouth. She wanted to taste every drop of his sticky white cum.
Just in time she got her mouth over his cock. He spilled his sperm in a blinding flash of cum.
"Eat it," Hank begged, "suck that juicy prick. Suck it off. Come on, cock sucker, suck that cock off."
Realizing how excited she was getting when he noticed her body trembling, Hank instantly went back to licking quickly in her vagina.
Pulling her mouth off his cock she panted, "Oh, pussy eater, cat my snatch. Suck my sweet pussy. Suck me. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Suck my pussy."
Hank's tongue licked quickly. His teeth nibbled at her clit. She gushed. The moment she gushed Ben knew it. For he could feel her ass cheeks shudder as she pulled away and pushed back.
Ben stabbed his cock high up her ass. His balls touched her buttocks.
I'll "I'm cuming," Ben exclaimed excitedly, "oh, baby, milk my prick. Oh, yes, yes. I'm cuming."
All three of them had cum in a matter of seconds. The suck-and-fuck syndrome had produced electric waves of sexual excitement in all three of them.
Ben's hot juice shot up her ass. Quickly she gripped his cock with her sphincter muscle.
"Fuck it off, baby," Ben begged, "grab it. Milk it. Oh, yes. What an ass fuck. Oh, baby, I'm really enjoying this."
Indeed he was. A steady white load of cream shooting up her rectum proved this.
She swung her hips around. It was difficult now for Hank to keep his tongue inside of her box. Hank found it necessary to grip her twisting ass cheeks and clasp them as he ate her. This added to Ben's pleasure. For as her ass cheeks swung around she took his cock along for the trip.
When she had finished climaxing and Ben had gotten his gun off all the way, Ben slowly pulled out. Some of his juice spilled on her buttocks.
"I really enjoyed that fuck," Ben confessed.
"I'm glad you did, lover," she assured him.
Hank had prepared for this moment. He knew that after a good suck-and-fuck session they all would require some refreshments. He had bought a bottle of Vodka, orange juice and some ice cubes.
"I could use a drink," she smiled as he poured the Vodka and orange juice into a plastic cup. Tossing some ice cubes in he carried it over to the bed.
"What about me?" Ben complained.
"Get your own," he chuckled. "I didn't fuck you."
Ben laughed as he went over and got his own drink.
"How about a refrigerated cock suck?" Ben suggested.
Shaking her head Lisa asked him what that was.
"Look, Lisa," he told her, "that is when you put an ice cube in your mouth. You get it nice and cold. Then a guy sticks his hot cock in you. It's really super. The hot cock and the cold suck. Let's try it."
"All right," she agreed.
She slid one of the ice cubes in her plastic glass into her mouth. When it was cool she slid the ice cube out of her mouth.
"Hurry up, my mouth is cold now," she begged.
Ben placed a couple of pillows back of her head. Then straddling her face he entered her mouth. It was amusing to Hank to watch.
"What a cock suck," he chuckled.
Ben's thick penis stabbed into her mouth. Sure enough, her mouth was cold.
"That's cool," he observed. "Sweetheart, suck. Suck that big cock. That's the way you do it. Suck it. Suck it off."
She played with his balls as she ate his penis.
"Slide your finger up my asshole," Ben suggested.
It was getting Hank horny to watch. No doubt about it, Lisa was uninhibited. If you would ask her to do something, she would do it.
Her fingers slid up his asshole as her mouth continued sucking on his thick penis.
"Eat it, baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Suck that prick off."
It didn't take her long. She was getting him close to climax.
"I've got a good load for you," he told her. "See the balls? They're swelling, honey. Oh, suck that juicy stick. Suck it off."
All at once his hot white sperm flooded her mouth. Some of it dripped from the corners of her lips.
"Suck it off," he panted, "suck my cock. Suck it. Suck it, baby, suck it."
She ate him. He was thrilled when she finished him off. Pulling her mouth off she looked up at Hank.
"Would you like another time of it, tiger?"
"Let me just sit in your face," he suggested. "Hold my ass cheeks in your hand and eat my ass out again. I've never been able to find a girl who enjoyed ass sucking. I'm glad you do."
"I like everything," she admitted candidly.
The black man replaced the white man over her. Straddling her he moved forward.
"Grab my ass, honey," he told her, "and suck."
Gripping his firm round black ass cheeks she let him lower. Soon his asshole was right over her face. She didn't instantly stiffen her tongue and stab it up his asshole. Instead she teased and tantalized him with the tip of her tongue. Finally she stiffened her tongue and let it flip up his asshole.
"Suck my asshole," he begged her, "come on, sweetheart, suck my asshole. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Suck ass. Suck it."
Her tongue eased up his tight anal channel.
"Eat it," he told her, "that's it, ass sucker. Eat my ass out."
She squeezed his black behind as she ate his ass.
"Oh, wow!" Ben panted. "I'm so horny I've got to jack off just watching you."
Sure enough Ben's cock was stiffening again. He gripped his penis and began pumping rhythmically.
"I guess you're a voyeur," Hank told him bluntly.
"I don't know what I am," Ben admitted, "but when I see her eat your black ass I get hot."
"Do you want seconds?" Hank teased him.
"You'll get my fist in your face if you say that again," he chuckled as he went on pumping his penis.
She was really going to town on his behind. And now Hank joined his buddy in a jack-off session. The two men were jerking quickly. Every time Hank's hand would pull up, his balls would go with him. Lisa recognized he was getting close to a climax. She didn't want him to stop. Yet, she wanted his juice in her mouth. At the point where she figured he was closer to climax, she pulled her tongue out of him and demanded, "Feed me that big black dick. I'm gonna suck it off. I don't want you shooting it off all over the place."
Hank pulled off. Her tongue was eager now to lick his testicles. She licked a moment or two on his balls and then he pulled his hand off his cock.
"My prick is yours to enjoy," he smiled.
Lovingly, she lapped at the top of his penis. Her mouth slid over his shaft.
"Uh, beautiful," Hank panted as he pumped it down her throat.
This got Ben so excited he couldn't stand it any longer. Passionately he pulled on his penis. He knew he was closer to climax. But he didn't care. He wanted to get his rocks off. The hot white cream splashed all over. Some of it landed on Lisa's bosoms.
"Suck my cock off," Hank panted as he pulled back so his juice would land in her mouth.
Hot white cum shot into her mouth. She sucked and gulped it down.
"Come on, sweet cock sucker," he told her, "get the juice out of it. Suck every drop of it. Finger my asshole."
She slid her hand between his ass cheeks. One finger plunged up his rectum.
"Suck it all out," Hank cried passionately. "Suck it. That's the way. Suck that big prick."
She finished him off. She enjoyed the taste of his hot white sperm.
"Thank you, baby," she smiled.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Lisa got home that afternoon she realized what her true nature was. She knew she never could be happy with one man.
Bill caught on something was bothering her over dinner. Even though she had fixed him a big New York steak and a special salad with a chocolate mousse for dessert, he knew something was wrong.
"What's bothering you, baby?" he asked her when they were seated in the living room and watching television following dinner.
"Nothing, why do you ask?"
"You're not leveling with me," he told her. "Something's troubling you."
"No, dear," she told him, "I've just had a busy day. I was shopping and visiting with a girl friend."
"Who?" he asked suspiciously.
"Judy Farrell," she told him, "and she was telling me all of her troubles."
"That little bitch gives her old man a lot of trouble," he said. "Don't bother me with Judy any more."
Hastily improvising so he wouldn't get suspicious, she continued.
"Judy simply wanted an addition to their home," she told him, "and her husband gets so angry he says he'll kill her some day."
"Judy is the most materialistic little wench I've ever met," her husband shot back. "No wonder she has trouble."
"I guess I don't make you trouble that way, do I, dear?" she smiled.
"No, you don't bother me that way," he told her. "You are not very demanding. That is, except for bedtime."
Bill laughed. Lisa didn't.
"Do I expect too much of you, darling?"
"When I go to work," Bill explained, "I can't come home and jump into bed and fuck you every night. I'm not a fucking machine."
"Maybe that's what I need," she said, "a fucking machine."
"Why don't you find some black stud who likes to get his rocks off every night?" her husband shot back. "Maybe that's what you need."
Guilty feelings surged through Lisa now. For she was thinking of her black lover that she'd taken on that very afternoon.
Bill picked up that something was really bothering her now.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I guess I shouldn't have said that."
"Maybe you're right," she nodded.
"Right about what?" he asked her curiously, not knowing what she meant.
"About that fuck machine," she exclaimed. "Maybe that's what I need. One of those big French fucking machines. I've heard about them."
"I won't let you have one in our house," Bill complained, "and if you insist any more on having more sex, I'm gonna have to send you to a clinic."
"I would love to go to one of those clinics," she laughed. "Perhaps some real stud doctor could teach me about sex."
Bill was so angry that he didn't even want to tell her about a little surprise gift he had picked up for her.
"What's in that package?" she finally asked as her eyes looked upon a small container that he had with him.
"If you must know," he told her, "I bought a French tickler so I could give you a better fuck. But acting the way you are today, I don't know whether you deserve a good screw."
"I want it," she said eagerly. "I've never experienced anything like that. Please, Bill, fuck me with that French tickler."
Bill was amused and amazed to see his wife's hot desire burst forth in her begging requests.
"All right, damn it," he told her, "if you want me to give it to you so bad with the French tickler on the tip of it, I will do it."
They went into the bedroom and it didn't take him any time at all to strip. Standing before the mirror he slipped the French tickler on the tip of his penis. She looked at it curiously.
"What is that supposed to do?" she asked as she pulled her panties off.
"It's supposed to tickle the sensitive linings of your pussy in a unique manner," he explained.
"Oh, I can't wait," she told him. "It's going to be so much fun."
"I know you'll enjoy it," Bill smiled.
She stretched out in the middle of the bed. Parting her legs she patted her moistening pussy.
"I can hardly wait, honey," she told him. "Get up here and give it to me."
It didn't take Bill long to straddle his wife. She gripped his penis and pushed forward. At the same instant Bill pushed downward. His thick cock with the French tickler on the tip of it stabbed in.
"Fuck me, baby," she begged as she let her ass muscles wiggle.
Bill enjoyed the fact that she was keeping her tail in motion. At the same time she was pulling on his penis with her vagina muscles.
"You're doing a great job, lover," he complimented her.
Once more she stimulated him by pressing her breasts against his chest. He moved back and forth.
"Come on, baby," he begged her, "keep your ass moving. That's it. It won't be much longer now."
Lisa was becoming an expert at discovering new methods of sexual pleasure. As the French tickler stimulated her nerve endings in her vagina, she could give more pleasure back to her husband.
"Kiss me, baby," she begged.
As Bill's lips pressed against hers she reached for hi: ass cheeks. She squeezed his buttocks as he pressed his lips hard against her.
When his tongue licked her lips and she opened her mouth and their tongues did a love duet, she let her finger slide up his asshole. Now he was really excited. For she was massaging his prostate gland with her finger while her tongue was lashing at his tongue. At the same time his cock was stabbing into her vagina. The French tickler was working its magic.
"Fuck, baby," he gasped, "that's how you do it. Keep fucking. Now you're swinging. Oh, baby, keep that ass moving. Fuck. Fuck."
With vigorous cock stabs he continued.
"Now you're doing it," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, that's the way to fuck it. Keep fucking."
Passionately he continued stabbing into her. She loved every moment of it.
"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "now you're screwing. That's the way. Keep it up. Oh, sweetheart, fuck. Fuck it."
Suddenly he juiced. His hot cream shot into her pussy. Her pussy muscles gripped it and squeezed it.
"Milk me," Bill exclaimed, "get all the good juice out. That's it, sweetheart. Fuck it off."
Realizing that he had finally got her off he kept jabbing his cock into her. He loved to slip and slide his cock against her pussy.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "You really are a great grind. You know how to give it to me. Oh, baby, what a fucker."
She was pleased with her skill. For she had developed a certain twist to her tail. When her pussy muscles clamped on Bill's cock he could exclaim for joy. For she was giving him a wild and wonderful workout.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "you really know how to make a guy shoot his wad."
"I hope so," she smiled as she let her tongue lick away in his ear when he turned.
Once more her hands clasped his ass cheeks. She squeezed them.
"Make it a double header, honey," she begged Bill.
Her legs locked tightly around his legs as he went on humping her. "Oh, baby, keep fucking," he told her, "that's it.
Pick up the beat and fuck."
His entire body became stimulated.
"Oh, fuck me," he begged her, "fuck."
Her pussy grabbed at his cock. He loved the way she was squeezing him.
"Snap your pussy," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Come on, baby, grab my prick."
She went on squeezing his ass cheeks as her pussy muscles clutched at his cock.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed. "Oh, wow!"
The hot cream shot into her.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. I'm cuming."
As the hot juice spurted into her pussy she squeezed tightly.
"Fuck off," she begged. "Oh, baby, that's it. Let me feel you shooting that juice into me."
Her passions were at a peak now. And she slid a finger up his asshole as he finished.
After he'd gotten his gun off he slowly eased out of her. He lay beside her. At that point his arm went around her.
"You're crazy about me, aren't you?"
She moved her hips slightly and let her leg push against his.
"Yes, I am," she admitted, blushing.
"Don't be ashamed of it," he smiled at her. "This is the way you are."
She suddenly wished she could tell him everything. She wanted to let him know that she had to have more sex than he ever could offer. He reached over and began slowly letting his hands massage her bosoms.
"It really blows my mind when you fuck me," she told him.
She couldn't let loose of his penis. She was reaching down there to play with him.
"You'd better leave it alone awhile," he told her.
"All right, Bill," she smiled.
Bill didn't say a word. But he was thinking. Could he ever satisfy his wife?
"Maybe we ought to have another orgy," he suggested. "Maybe you need two men to take care of you."
"Could you bring somebody home?" she asked her husband eagerly.
"If it means that much to you I guess I could."
It was getting Bill a bit upset that she always seemed to require more sex than he could offer her. But he didn't want to get her too upset.
"I don't know why," she admitted suddenly, "but I just feel the need of sex so much. Do you think I'm a nymphomaniac?"
Bill looked at her. He could see the frustration and fear in her eyes. He shook his head and grinned.
"No way," he told her, "you're just a gal who likes to fuck. That's all."
"I hope so," she said nervously, "because it would be terrible if I couldn't get satisfied. It would be awful if I would go from man to man pumping my hips and still never get satisfied."
"You mustn't worry about it," he told her. "Perhaps if you want to go to see some doctor you could find out if you do have anything that is wrong."
"I wouldn't want to go to a doctor," she said. "I would be too ashamed to tell him the type of life I've been leading."
"You mean with me and Sheryl?" he questioned her.
Bill was secretly wondering if she was hiding something else, She knew what he was wondering and she cagily replied, "Yes. That's all."
"I thought so," he replied.
She let her hands wander over his chest and when he turned she once more let her hands clasp his ass cheeks. love you," she said quietly.
"I love you, too, baby," Bill assured his wife. They fell asleep in this position and she had a difficult time sleeping peacefully.
CHAPTER NINE
The very next day Lisa decided that she was going to discover what her problem really was. She knew she wouldn't go to a shrink. For she feared a psychiatrist. She had heard about too many committing suicide. Therefore, she thought a good counseling psychologist would be the answer.
It didn't take her long to find one. She only hoped that he had a valid credential. For she didn't want to get twisted by any phony.
The moment she set foot in Ray Gary's office she was certain that everything was on the up-and-up. Ray looked like an athlete. He had a ruddy complexion, blue eyes and blond hair. He couldn't have been more than thirty-five she calculated.
"Good afternoon," Ray began, "I was curious when you called this morning about your problem. It seems that you are like a girl who can't eat enough cookies."
"That's true," she laughed, "only I'm a big girl now and I can't get enough cocks. There is a difference."
"There certainly is," Mr. Gary nodded. "Why don't you just relax and tell me everything. Begin at the beginning so I can get a complete picture of your problem, my dear."
She was certain Ray could help her. However, she wanted to be careful in disclosing her serious difficulty.
"When did you determine you had a problem?" he began.
"When I decided that I was going to get my climax, too," she said sincerely.
"I presume you've done a lot of reading of literature about females reaching climax. Is that correct?"
"You bet your ass it is," she said frankly. "I see you have a rather flowery vocabulary," Ray grinned.
"You men sure have, honey," she told him, "and it's about time we women liberated our tongues." Ray smiled. "Go on," he told her.
"I discovered Bill couldn't satisfy me," she told him, "and I figured it was time that I find someone who could. After all, didn't I have an equal claim to an orgasm?"
Ray didn't answer.
"Answer me," she snapped.
"I don't say much until you have finished telling me everything," Ray explained. "Please don't get testy. I don't have to put up with it."
"I'm sorry," she apologized, changing her voice immediately the moment she knew she couldn't domineer Ray.
"Go on," he urged her when he thought she was going to break into well-timed tears.
She gathered up enough courage to tell him her story.
"All right," she went on sadly, "so I guess I'm a natural nympho."
"How did you come to that conclusion?" the consulting psychologist demanded.
"It wasn't a difficult conclusion to come to," she said evenly. "Whenever I would see a young stud who would look at me I knew I wanted to have sex with him."
She paused and didn't continue again.
"You're making it very difficult for me," he told her. "I wish you wouldn't pause like that."
"I'm sorry," she said, "but it is hard to reveal my past. It's a purple past."
"I'd appreciate your going on," he said firmly.
"I got every man that I could to have sex with me," she said, "and I'm still not satisfied. I took them on in doubles."
"You what?" he shook his head in amazement.
"I figured that if one cock was good, two would be twice as good," she smiled.
"You are a sexy woman," he admitted candidly.
"Sure I am," she continued, "and why shouldn't I be? I've got to have a little fun, too."
"Many people look at fun in different ways," he told her. "Now, sweetheart, would you tell me what is fun for you?"
"Yes, I'll tell you," she finally agreed. "Fun is when I can get all the sex I want. I'm only happy when I have a great big cock slamming up my pussy. I love it when another is stabbing me up the asshole. What makes it triple excitement is contemplating having a third cock slipping down my throat."
"What you really want," he told her, "is three cocks. Of course you understand no one man can provide you with three penises."
"That's the problem," she said, "I need more. And my husband, damn him, doesn't understand my problem at all."
"You mustn't complain," he told her. "Your husband might be so fond of you that he doesn't want to share you. You should be flattered that he feels that way about you."
"Flattered my ass," she quipped indignantly, "my husband wants to get all the sex he can out of the chicks at the office. Then once a week on Saturday night he's supposed to get on top of me. That isn't enough."
"Being perfectly frank," Ray asked her, "do you find me appealing?"
"If you're asking me if I'd like to go to bed with you," she said candidly, "the answer is yes."
"What would you do if you did get me in bed?" the psychologist asked before he decided one way or the other about her proposal.
"Honey," she said, "I'd do anything you'd want me to. I'd stick my tongue into every crack and crevice of your body."
"Would you really?" Ray flashed her a knowing grin. "How about my asshole? Would you suck that for me?"
"Certainly," she nodded.
"My balls, would you suck on them?" he asked earnestly.
"Naturally," she smiled, "I would suck on your nuts while I'm pulling on your cock. You'd like it."
"What if I resisted your offer?" Ray asked her. "What if I told you my wife takes care of all my sexual needs?"
"I'd say you were a damned fool," she laughed. "You can't help but find monotony setting in with your wife. What you need is someone like me."
It was obvious to her what he had in mind. Yet it didn't bug her. She thought it might be a lot of fun.
"All right," he said, "I'm gonna take off all my clothes. I want to see exactly what you would do to please me. Perhaps as you are licking and sucking on my body I can figure out what your hangup is."
"That would be wonderful," she sighed nervously. "Maybe I'll discover myself making love to you."
"It's possible," Ray agreed. Ray told his answering service he didn't want to be bothered. Next he locked his door.
"Put the closing sign out, honey," she told him, " 'cause we're gonna be busy."
Ray nodded. He put a closing sign outside of his door and said he would be back in two hours.
"I don't know whether two hours would be long enough for us," she added as she saw the position of the hands on the clock that he put on the outside door.
"I don't dare take any longer than that," he explained. "I have a very wealthy client who's coming to see me in a couple of hours. So you will just have to rid yourself of all of your sexual hangups during the allotted time span."
"You make it sound like a college professor," she laughed.
"I did get some of my practice at a sex clinic," Ray confided, "and we vowed that we would now and then have sex with our patients if we felt it would help them solve their problems. Definitely I think you need a sexual experience with me."
Ray pulled out a sofa bed.
"Now, honey," he told her, "you just take off all your clothes and get set for a real good time."
She knew what she wanted and so did he.
She didn't take long to strip. Ray marvelled at the way she pulled off her panties and stood before him massaging her mound. Apparently she was a very horny woman.
"Let me take off your shorts," she suggested. "I think it's fun to supervise the unveiling."
She pulled off Ray's shorts. When his penis flipped up she reached for it.
"You've got a nice long one," she complimented him.
"Do you want to get on your knees and suck it?" he asked her.
"Why should I?" she shrugged.
"Because I told you to," he demanded.
She saw a strange look come into Ray's eyes. A look she didn't like or understand. Immediately she dropped to her knees. She pulled his proud penis to her lips. Her tongue struck out against it.
"Suck that cock," he told her, "do it good."
Grabbing her head he jabbed his cock into her mouth. Before she knew what was happening he was pinching at the back of her neck. And his huge shaft was plunging down her throat.
"Take that, baby,'-he. told her, "and more."
Inch by inch he stabbed his penis down her throat. She was choking on it.
"Suck it off," he panted as he pumped it to her, "that's the way you do it, baby. Suck that big prick.
Come on, sweetheart, suck."
He enjoyed looking down at her as his balls bounced against her chin.
"I'm riding your face, cock sucker," he told her, "and you'd better give me a good time."
She was happy that he wanted her. And she was delighted that she could give him a good time.
"Eat my meat," he begged her, "that's it, sweetheart. Eat my prick."
All at once he realized he was going to gush.
"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "I'm gonna get my rocks off. Now is the time for you to put everything into it."
Proudly she put her all into sucking him.
"Eat it, baby," he begged her. 'That's it, sweetheart. Suck that big juicy dick. Suck every drop of it."
All at once the big penis exploded. Her mouth clasped his cock head. She sucked on the juice.
"Eat it," he told her. "Oh, baby, eat my sticky dick. That's what I want you to do. Suck that sweet cream out of it. Ohh, ahh, yes, baby, yes. Suck that big juicy prick off."
The hot white cum shot into her mouth. She gulped hungrily.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "keep sucking. That's what I want. Now you're doing it. Suck that cock off. Suck it off."
She was pleased to get the juice. And she drained every drop of the cream.
Pulling off his penis she looked up at him. He loved the look of delight and joy in her eyes.
"You like to eat dick don't you?" he winked at her.
"You bet I do, you horny fucker," she grinned.
It was a pleasing moment for her. Now Ray was determined to get more sex.
"I want to fuck your asshole, honey," he told her. "That ought to hold you a piece. You like getting your ass fucked, don't you?"
She nodded.
"Get on the floor," he told her, "and bend way over. I want to crack my belt across your ass a couple of times. It'll feel good."
She knew he was lying but she didn't care. Ray snapped the belt over her buttocks.
"Take that, you fucker," he told her, "and that."
The belt lashed swiftly across her bare buttocks.
"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "I want to stab my cock up there. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Ray got on the floor. Hastily he applied some KY to his cock. When it was slippery he flipped it between her ass crack.
"Take it up your asshole," he panted as he pumped vigorously up her behind. " When he was twisting hard he gripped her ass cheeks. He held her in place so she would be in a perfect position for his penis to stab as far as it could go.
"Fuck," he commanded, "fuck. Come on, sweetheart, fuck off."
His thick cock plunged hard up her rectum.
"That's the way you do it," he told her, "oh, baby, now you're screwing. Come on, sweetheart, fuck."
It was the wildest session that he'd ever enjoyed with her. There was no doubt in his mind that she was an expert ass fucker. For he could tell by the way her sphincter muscle instinctively grabbed his cock she enjoyed the trip.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you're too much."
His balls slapped against her ass cheeks. He went on pounding away.
"Fuck it," he commanded, "fuck, baby. Twist your ass. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Grind your hips, honey."
As she swung around he went on pounding his cock up her rectum.
"Fuck it," he commanded, "that's the way you do it, baby. Fuck off."
All at once his big cock exploded. Her sphincter muscle grabbed it and she churned her ass around.
"Drain it," he begged her. "Oh, sweetheart, you'll get every drop of cum out of my cock."
It was a moment of triumph for him as he clasped her ass cheeks and shoved forward.
"Squeeze it," he told her, "that's how you do it. Squeeze every drop out of my prick."
Her sphincter muscles milked him good.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "what a fuck-off."
When he had finally finished unloading his cum up her ass he slowly eased off.
"Honey, if you ever find your husband doesn't appreciate you," he told her, "drop around my way. I guarantee you I will give you a fuck you'll never forget. You need to be fucked regularly."
She was happy. She got to her feet and looked at him.
"There's nothing wrong with me?" she asked eagerly.
"Nothing that a good stud can't cure with his cock," he smiled.
CHAPTER TEN
When she got home that night she knew very well from all the psychologist had told her that there was nothing wrong with her. If anybody was at fault, it was Bill.
"Hi, darling," she began when Bill came home that evening.
"Hi, love," he said, looking at his wife.
He was certain she'd been up to something.
"What's on your mind?" Bill asked Lisa curiously.
"I had such a good time today," she confided. "Who with?" he demanded.
"None of your business," she laughed.
"It is too my business," Bill let her know emphatically. "You're married to me. It better be my business."
"All right, if you must know," she confided, "I went to a psychologist today. A man who deals with sexual problems."
"Yeah, and what did that cat tell you?" he demanded.
"You really want to know?" she asked him curiously.
"You bet your sweet ass I do," he nodded.
"All right, tiger," she smiled proudly, "he told me that if I wanted to get sexual satisfaction and you couldn't provide it, to drop by and see him any time."
"That worthless fraud," Bill complained, "so you go to a guy to see if you can get balled. You're some wife. Loyal to your pussy. What about me?"
"You don't fool me any," she shrugged. "You've been after all the ass you could get. I've heard plenty from the office."
"You're always pumping my secretary at the office to find out if I'm playing around," Bill said angrily. "I don't want you calling there any more."
"Of course you don't," she replied evenly. "You would like to have all the fun that you could. And never pay the price. Isn't that it?"
When Bill saw what a difficult person she was being he decided to storm out. He went to a bar. She knew where he would go and she figured she would give him a run for his money. Lisa went to a bar herself after she got dressed up. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, she complained.
When she stepped into the Play Pen Bar, she immediately observed the place was half empty. She wondered if she would find anybody. Realizing that the competition was keen she hoped she could find some man who would give her a tumble. Finally she did see a dark-skinned man. He was slim and handsome. He had dark brown eyes and too much black hair. Nevertheless, he sat down beside her and started a conversation.
"Hi, beautiful," he began, slurring his words a bit.
"Hi," she replied, looking at him eagerly. "Haven't seen you around here before, honey," he told her.
"No, I haven't been around here much," she confided.
"That's too bad," he told her. "Say, baby, I've got some ideas. You and me could have some good times."
"Is that right?" she laughed.
"You bet your ass it's right," he told her. "I know a nice motel where they show educational movies."
"I think I know the kind," she told him. "Those sex shows. I'm not interested."
"You should be," he told her, "because you could do so many interesting things."
This got Lisa's curiosity.
"I think I know my way around," she told him.
"I'll bet you do," he assured her, "but there are a lot of things about sex that you don't know that you should know."
"Like what?" she asked, making it a point to keep her voice low and pleasant.
"I'm not telling you," he told her, "why don't you have a drink on me."
She hesitated a moment. However, when she thought about her husband Bill out playing around she figured it was time for her to do her thing.
"All right, I'll have a drink," she said, "just one. I'm not an alcoholic."
"I never said you were," he laughed.
At this point she could hardly wait to tell him what she wanted. She was so eager to let him know that she was through being tormented by her husbands sexual practices. But she figured it was better to say nothing.
"Look," he told her, "I have a repeater peter. It goes off like you wouldn't believe. You'd be lucky if you had a chance to ball with me."
"That's an unusual line," she said, "and you've rehearsed it well. But I'm really not interested."
Reaching for her hand he placed it on his penis.
"Now how would you like to have that slipping into you?" he turned, his eyes lighting up.
"I don't even know your name," she snapped as she pulled her hand off his penis.
"I'll introduce myself," he grinned. "My name is Rick."
"Rick," she said, "you can stick it you know where. I'm not interested."
Rick knew she was lying. He placed his hand on her thigh. Reaching over he patted her pussy through her dress. Her body shivered.
"Stop that," she complained.
"You want it bad, baby," he told her flatly, "and so do I."
Moments later they went to a flashy motel. As she looked up at the neon sign which announced "Sex Movies," she shook her head.
"This looks sinful," she said. "It's Sodom and Gomorrah all over again."
"I certainly hope so, honey," he told her," 'cause I would like to slip my prick up your asshole."
"You speak much too boldly, Rick," she shook her head. "I'm not the type of woman you seem to think I am."
"How do you know what I'm thinking about you?" he demanded.
"It's easy to see," she said nervously.
She hated the idea of giving herself away free. She had given some long hard thought to the fact that some women were being paid a mint for their bodies.
"Why are you hesitating?" Rick asked as he started to take his clothes off.
"I'm trying to make up my mind," she said under her breath.
"After I've got the place all paid for?" Rick said angrily. "Now you're wondering if you want to fuck? I don't care what you want to do. I'm gonna have your ass. Don't play the role of a prick teaser with me, sweetie."
Remembering all too vividly what she had read about prick teasers who led men along, she figured the smart thing to do was to follow through.
Slowly she began undressing. As Rick caught sight of her undergarments he was turned on.
"You're nice looking," he observed, "you really are, baby."
She wasn't paying any attention to his compliments now. The only thing that she was thinking of was getting it over with. But when she saw Rick stroking his magnificent male member a certain passion did seethe through her. She wanted to experience every act of sex she could with his mammoth cock. She wanted to lick the tip of it. She wanted to suck on his balls. She wanted to eat his ass out. However, she didn't want him to know how desperately she sought every sexual adventure. Recognizing that would put her in the role of aggressor, she hoped Rick would ask her to do everything.
"I'm gonna make you eat me," Rick grinned, "and I mean use your tongue, honey. I want you to explore my asshole with your tongue. Did you ever eat ass before?"
Rick was looking at her. And she was numb with fear. For she could tell by his menacing tone that he could be a rough character.
"Anything you want," she told him, "that's what I'll do, lover. Anything."
This bothered her. However, she knew better that to get too upset. She recognized all too well what troubles she could get into if she wasn't careful.
"Look," Rick complained, "I don't want any trouble. I'm gonna sit in the middle of the bed and spread my legs. Then I want you to get down there and suck on my ass. I'll hold my ass up for you to make it easy."
At least Rick was thoughtful. With a couple of pillows under his buttocks he held his legs up. With his ass cheeks parted she got down there and started licking around his ass crack.
"Do as I tell you," he insisted, "stick your tongue right up my asshole."
It was tormenting to her. However, she calculated that the only safe course was to grip his bottom and let her tongue lick his ass. If it meant that much to him she figured she'd better do it.
"Suck my ass," he begged her passionately, "suck my asshole. That's it, lover, stick your tongue up my asshole."
She stuck her tongue right up my ass. As she stabbed it in and out he got more and more stimulated. She observed how he liked to jack off while she ate his ass.
"I've got a sweet asshole, honey," he told her, "and you're really gonna enjoy sucking it. That's it. You just have to get used to it."
She spared nothing. Her tongue movements were uninhibited. Her hands clasped his ass cheeks.
"Suck it," he begged her, "come on, sweetheart, suck my ass. That's how you do it. Sweetheart, suck my asshole."
Passionately she loved his behind. Her hands gripped his bottom and she knew that he would be shooting her a white spray quickly. It was that moment she waited for. When the hot white spray would shoot into her mouth.
"Eat it," he commanded, "eat my ass. Come on, sweetheart, eat my asshole."
All the passion that she could put into the act continued. For she was bound and determined that she was going to have a wonderful me of it.
"Oh, wow!" Rick panted. "Lick my nuts, baby. Suck on my balls while I pull on my penis."
Her tongue pulled out of his ass. She let it slide smoothly along his balls. They were swelling now.
"Lick my sticky balls," he panted. "That's it, sweetheart. And then I'm gonna stab it right in your mouth, sweetheart. And you're gonna love it.
Every sticky drop of it. Come on, sweetheart, suck. Suck that big juicy cock. Suck it."
She opened her mouth wide to accommodate Rick's balls. She enjoyed the fact that he was participating. It was fun to feel the rhythm of his hand jerking on his manhood.
"Now, baby," he told her, "I'm gonna feed you my cock. I'm gonna slip it into your mouth. That's real intimate. That's personal, honey. You're gonna taste me."
Pulling off his balls she licked to the head of his shaft. Suddenly slipping her lips over his cock head she clamped on tightly. Rick reached out to grip her head.
"Stay there, honey," he told her, "and wait until the flood comes."
She was playing with his balls now. Rick loved the fact she could think of many things to do excite him at the same time. Her hands played with his ass cheeks. Parting his buttocks she slid a finger up his asshole while she went down to the base of his penis. He was ramming hard now. His cock head caressed the back of her throat.
"Oh, wow!" Rick panted. "Am I ever gonna juice. Sweetheart, suck that prick. Suck that cock off. Suck it, baby."
It was at this moment Rick shot his gun off.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Oh, baby, I made it. Eat the cream. Suck it out. Suck that cock off."
All at once Rick's hot juice spilled into her mouth. She sucked. She had a need to taste him. She wanted his intimate sexual connection.
"Eat it," he begged her. "Oh, sweetheart, suck my big juicy pole. Suck it off. Suck that cock."
There wasn't the least trace of a doubt in her mind that she could perform magnificently. And when she ate his juice and enjoyed the taste of it so much she didn't hold it against herself. Rather, she was proud that she could provide such pleasure for a horny man.
"Eat it all, he panted, "drain my prick."
She stayed on him until she had devoured his cock completely.
When she slid off Rick she looked at him with delight in her eyes.
"Now I want you to eat me," she told him. "I hope you enjoy delicious pussy."
"You bet your ass I do," he said. "Move up here, honey, and I'll take care of you. I'll give you a good ass suck at the same time."
This delighted Lisa. For Bill was a trifle reluctant to eat her ass out the way she would like to have him do it.
She moved up his body. Resting her legs on either side of him she slowly eased her ass over his face.
"Eat my asshole, honey," she told him, "that's what I want you to do. Come on, suck my ass out."
The hot tongue propelled in regular movements.
"Suck my ass," she told her lover, "that's super. Oh, baby, get way inside there."
He was doing it now with piston precision movement. She liked his big hands grasping her thighs as his tongue whipped around her asshole.
"Eat my pussy," Lisa panted, "that's it. Oh, sweetheart, look up. Look at that nice quivering pink flesh. Stick your tongue in me."
Rick's tongue flicked back and forth across her clit. It didn't take him long to decide to make the big plunge.
With a stiff movement he rode his tongue up her.
"Oh, baby," she said as she reached down and gripped his head and guided him over her hot juicy mound. "Suck me. Now you're doing it. Come on, pussy eater. You've got my love button. Oh, baby, nibble it. You know what to do with it."
Quickly Rick let his tongue flick this way and that. She was amused as she saw how excited he was getting. Beads of perspiration were forming on his forehead and his body was trembling. She looked back to glance at his cock. Sure enough he had another erection.
"When you finish eating my pussy," she whispered, "you can fuck my asshole. I know you'll just love it, baby."
Rick let his tongue flick furiously now. He wanted to bring her around swiftly. Nibbling her love button he got her juicing.
"Ohhh," he gasped in delight. "Push it right at me."
She closed down over his face. His nose, his mouth was encased in her vagina.
"Suck me, you pussy eater," she panted, "come on. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, lick that juicy vagina. Come on, sweetheart, suck my pussy."
Rick ate her and nibbled on her clit until she gushed. She pressed down hard on his face as she came.
"My love juice is delicious," she insisted, "suck every drop of it. That's it, lover. Suck me. Suck my passionate pussy."
In a frenzy she held his head as she went on juicing. Rick loved the delicious taste of her. The odor intoxicated him. He'd always been a pussy eater and he had never eaten any chick's vagina he enjoyed half so much.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "I want you to ride my ass. Ride me like a fucking animal. Go wild over me, baby."
Rick didn't wait long. He got his tongue out of her vagina and hastily positioned her.
"Lie on your back," he told her, "and throw those legs over my shoulders. I'll slip my dick up your ass and give you a fuck you won't forget."
Rick's tongue had had a wonderful workout. Now he wanted to give his cock a good time. He eased his slippery penis up her behind. At the moment when his huge shaft was going to slip past her tight anal ring, he drove forcefully forward.
"Hang in, honey," he smiled as he recklessly fucked her ass.
He reached down to play with her pussy with the two fingers.
"Oh, that's beautiful," she panted. "I love it when you finger fuck my snatch and do my ass. Oh, baby, fuck my asshole. Keep fucking me."
Pass? lately he plunged forward. He was determined he was going to give her a wild fuck.
"That's the way I like it," she told Rick. "Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Keep it up."
With insistent forceful cock stabs he went on sliding into her ass. He loved how she wiggled. More than that be enjoyed the position. With her legs up in the air and her pussy available for his fingers he could enjoy fingering her while he fucked her ass.
"You're quite a stud," she complimented him. "Fuck me, Rick. Fuck me hard. Fuck me."
Rick went on fucking. His balls slapping pleasurably at his lover's ass cheeks had him really turned on all the way.
"Your husband's a lucky man," he told her, "to come home to this every night is something. I just hope he's up to it."
For a second she thought of Bill. This tortured her. She felt unfaithful to him.
"Don't mention my husband," she said nervously.
He could see by the expression on her face that she was bothered.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"It's all right," she replied as she let her ass churn around.
Rick's cock continued stabbing up her rectum. He was determined to get his gun off.
"That's the way you do it," he told her. "Come on, sweetheart, fuck. Fuck it good. Fuck it real good, baby."
He liked it best when he plunged it as far up her asshole as he could get it. He enjoyed seeing her wince in pain as he rode her.
"Grab it," he panted, "that's it, honey. Use your ass muscles. Oh, baby, fuck. Fuck it."
Rick's pleas got her moving. She kept her ass in motion.
"I'm almost there," he assured her. "Oh, baby, you're wonderful."
He went on ramming away. Suddenly Rick's penis exploded. The steady white stream of hot cream shot up her rectum. She churned her ass again as he went on fingering her. He was pinching her love button now.
"Together," he exclaimed, "let's climax together, baby."
She came. Rick went on fingering her.
"Oh, you're wonderful," he exclaimed. "Oh, baby, you sure know how to do it."
When he finally pulled his cock out of her asshole some of his juice dripped on her buttocks. She wiped it off with a smile.
"You're a good man," she told him, "you have given me a super fuck."
"Don't think I haven't enjoyed it, too," Rick nodded.
"I don't feel guilty about having sex with you even if I am married," she volunteered to tell him.
"I don't want to hear about your troubles with your husband," he complained. "Do you mind?"
"You're certainly a cold-hearted cookie," she snapped.
He was getting dressed now. It was obvious to her that he planned to dump her.
"Of course, after you've gotten your rocks off, what is there left?" she said as she reached for her panties.
"You women are all alike," he shook his head. "You want affection with your fucks. Well that's too damn bad."
"Why are you men so heartless?" she asked as she put on her bra.
"We're practical," Rick corrected her. "We know what's happening. You can't get involved with every chick that you stick it in. Do you understand? As far as I'm concerned you're just a pussy. A nice pussy. A good-tasting one. But that's all."
"I'm glad you let me know what I mean to you," she said quickly, "as I was really getting to think you might be nice to have on a regular basis."
"No way," Rick told her proudly, "I never screw the same woman twice. That is, except for my wife."
"What a noble motto," she said. "You should get a medal for that."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After Lisa went home that evening and discovered Bill had only stayed at the bar for a couple of beers, she did feel guilty.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded tightly.
"None of your stinking business," she replied.
"If you expect me to finance your sexcapades," he told her, "you're barking up the wrong tree. You ought to find a man who is a glutton for punishment. You'd better tell me the truth about what you were doing. I'll find out sooner or later."
She didn't answer him. Instead she calculated that he might be horny. She went into the bedroom and got undressed. She stretched out naked across the bed. Bill came in puffing a cigarette.
"Are you gonna tell me?" he asked as he walked over to her.
"What's there to tell?" she asked, eyeing him.
He took a long drag on his cigarette and then he bent over. He placed the cigarette on her left bosom. All of the sudden she cried out in anguish.
"You're trying to burn me," she complained.
"Just like you burned me," he said. "You were out peddling your ass. Now tell me the truth."
"I wasn't peddling anything," she quipped quickly. "So I met a man. So we fucked. Now are you happy?"
"What did you do to him?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm not gonna tell you everything," she shook her head.
"Come on, I want to hear about it," he told her. "Now you tell me."
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, "but I'm not in the mood to talk about it."
Even though she wasn't in the mood to talk about it, he was going to pry until she got angry.
"I want to know," he demanded.
"Sure you do," she laughed, "and I'm not about to tell you. I'm not about to tell you anything. Now leave me alone."
Bill was furious. He had never been so angry. He got undressed and decided he was going to make his wife give him a fuck.
"I'm gonna lie on my back," he told her, "and I want you to slide your pussy down over my pecker. You've got to do the work. If you want to be such a sexy creature then you'd better do everything for me.
It wasn't going to be easy. But he knew what he had to do. He held his cock out to her. Reluctantly she got to her feet. She threw one leg over him and straddled him. Grasping his cock she quickly let her pussy slip over his shaft. Her pussy muscles clamped on his cock.
"Fuck it," she said angrily, "fuck it, you beast."
Bill enjoyed seeing her angry. Her face flushed.
"Sure, baby," he told her, "well fuck."
His cock rode into her.
"That's the way," he gasped. "Oh, baby, you really turn me on. Fuck it. Come on, sweetheart, fuck. Fuck it."
With rapid-fire cock stabs he was giving it to her.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way. Fuck."
He was pleased with her performance. Her bosoms were jiggling up and down as she went on grasping his penis. His hands reached up to play with her breasts.
"You've got a nice set of knockers," he told her, "and I like the way you use them. Oh, baby, when you pump with my cock in your pussy and those breasts flop up, I like to grab them and I want to suck them."
His eyes were flashing with sexual fire. For he didn't give a damn if she was fucking every man in town at this point. All he knew was that he wanted to get his rocks off.
"Wow!" he panted. "You're getting good. Oh, baby, your pussy muscles have been getting a lot of action. Come on, sweetheart, fuck. Fuck it. Fuck good."
Reaching up he let his hands gently play with her bosoms. His fingertips pinched the nipples.
"Now you're fucking," he panted, "that's the way you do it. Come on, baby, fuck. Oh, sweetheart, I love it. Just like I like it. Sweetheart, fuck. Fuck off."
She was giving his penis a passionate workout.
He was getting more and more excited, every moment.
"That's the way you do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, keep it going. Yes. Come on, sweetheart, fuck."
Furiously his cock continued stabbing into her. She was enjoying it more every second.
"Oh, wow!" Bill panted as he felt her vagina muscles clasp his cock and squeeze the juice out of it.
"Baby, I'm shooting," he panted. "I'm shooting high in your pussy."
She knew he was. For her love juices were flowing now, too. She'd cum with him right on target. That meant something. They belonged together. Her eyes grew misty.
"Oh, pinch my nipples," she panted, "hurt me. Oh, I love you."
Bill's fingertips did pinch her nipples until they were blood red.
"You're beautiful," he exclaimed, "no wonder men like to fuck you. Oh, baby, keep your motor moving. That's it. Fuck me off. Get all the juice out of my dick."
She listened to her husband. She kept her ass moving. All the while that he was stabbing it into her, she was enjoying it.
"Now, baby, now," he told her. "Get my gun off again. Oh, sweetheart, you can do it. We can make it. Right on target, twice."
She felt the fires burning in her loins again. Her pussy muscles clamped on his sliding cock. It was a pleasure to feel his slippery cock driving back and forth in their mingled love juices. For it was proof to her that Bill enjoyed her.
"Fuck me, baby," she begged like a small girl, "fuck me. Oh, honey, give me that cock. Shove it in me.
Bill rammed it into her. He was determined he was going to enjoy himself.
"Yes, yes," she cried ecstatically, "oh, baby, I'm making it."
It was amazing to her how much fun his penis could provide. When he got it off again she bent over and kissed him passionately. As her beautiful bosoms brushed over his chest he let his hands reach back to grip her buttocks.
"I love you," he smiled.
"I love you, too," she confessed.
When she pulled her pussy off Bill's slippery cock he never said another word about her stepping out on him. She was glad. She hoped that would be the end of it.
The following morning she fixed him a big breakfast and saw him off to work with a kiss.
That day, however, she thought she ought to consider making money on her body. If she was so good at it she figured she might as well have some sex. She didn't know where to turn until she remembered the underground magazines. In these magazines she had read plenty about men and women who were selling sex. She figured she would see if she could.
She looked in an underground newspaper and she saw some ads she liked. One of them asked for a nude model. She knew she had a beautiful body and she figured that she could model as well as anybody. She answered the ad.
"I noticed the ad you placed," she began nervously, "for modeling."
"Are you over twenty-one?" the man asked her bluntly.
"Naturally," she replied, "or I wouldn't be calling. It said that all applicants must be over twenty-one."
"All right," the voice replied, "why don't you come over to my studio this afternoon?"
"Where is your studio located?" she asked him curiously.
When he gave her the location she realized it wouldn't take her long to get there. What pleased her was that she could be in by two and out by four. She could get home and fix a big dinner for Bill. At the same time she might pick up some easy money.
She went to the photographer's shop and was pleased to get an opportunity to pick up some cash.
"I am pleased to meet you," she smiled as she entered the young man's studio.
He wore a beard and looked like an artist.
"Take off your clothes, honey," he began just like that.
"I don't take my clothes off for any man until I get my price," she said grimly.
"I've got to see if you've got a figure that I'd care to photograph," he insisted.
"You're being very difficult," she quipped.
"You think you're not?" he said, looking into her eyes intently.
"I'm just trying to protect myself," she said evenly.
"You just want to make sure you get your money," he shook his head. "You're all alike. All right, cutie, I'll give you twenty dollars advance.
But I want to see what you've got to offer. I don't photograph just any dame. These pictures are for men who want to turn on."
"All right," she told him, "I'll let you see my bosoms if you insist."
Lisa felt a bit bashful about taking off her blouse. He was such a strange looking young man with his beard and his frown that she wondered if it was a dangerous proposition for her to strip.
"Do I frighten you?" he asked with a half smile forming around his lips.
"I don't think you're Jack the Ripper or the Slasher," she laughed, "but you do have a menacing expression."
"Would it be less menacing if I paid you the balance of the fifty dollars for two hours?"
She nodded and smiled.
"All right," he agreed, "here's your fifty bucks. Now take off every stitch of clothing. First I'm gonna eat your pussy. Then I'm gonna photograph it. I hope you don't mind if I eat what I photograph."
"Naturally not," she said, "I'm an experienced model. But being a professional I do expect my money in advance."
Once she'd gotten her money she didn't hesitate to strip. The moment her boss caught sight of her beautiful vagina, he was elated.
"I don't know why I'm so fascinated with your pussy," he admitted, "but I am. I like to lick it, to suck it, to photograph it. You have such a beautiful mound, baby. Let me part those nice lips and see that quivering moist pink flesh."
This was beautiful, she reasoned. For here he was bending over her as if he was worshiping at the shrine of her pussy.
"How's the view from down there?" she asked frankly.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "It's really gorgeous." He was pleased to see how excited she was becoming.
"I'll just let my tongue slip in there," he smiled, "and lick. Pink tongue and pink pussy."
The photographer gripped her ass cheeks. He let his tongue flip this way and that before he finally plunged it into her. She enjoyed the way he pried her pussy lips apart. All at once she felt his tongue whirling around inside of her. It was amazing with what skill he let his tongue slip and slide.
"Oh, eat me," she begged him. "Yes, lover. That's the way I like it. Suck my pussy."
He was giving her some loving she wouldn't soon forget. His hands clasped her ass cheeks and squeezed them. His tongue sucked and licked and whipped inside of her.
"Up and down my love button," she begged. "Like that. Now you're doing it. Oh, lover, lick me."
Passionately his tongue licked and flicked inside of her.
"Oh," he gasped, "you don't know how much I enjoyed it. You're beautiful."
She threw her legs up in the air. His hands clasped her ass cheeks and he buried his head down in her pussy. His nose sniffed her scent.
"Turn on," she panted, "lick me. Love me."
He went on nibbling and licking and sucking at her box.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Do me, baby. I want it bad."
He continued stimulating her until she juiced. When she finally did cum his suction-cup mouth sucked her in.
"Oh, you pussy eater," she panted, "do it. Lick it. Oh, yes, suck my juicy pussy."
He went on lapping away at her juicing vagina. Having once finished her he looked up expectantly.
Tell me, did you enjoy it?"
She nodded and smiled.
"More than you'll ever know," she assured him.
It was a haunting feeling to love like that. She was certain that he could supply her with more excitement than Bill.
"What's your name?" she asked the photographer, realizing suddenly she didn't even know his name.
"Eddie," he grinned.
"Eddie, let me lick and love you," she smiled. "I want to so badly."
"Now I've got to take some pussy pictures," he told her. "If I get carried away with your tongue licking at me all over I might not be my best with my stills. You see, I specialize in vaginal shots."
"Wonderful," she smiled, "let me see what you've already photographed."
He was only too proud to let her see the fabulous shots he had. Indeed they were unusual. Unique shots. Pussy lips pried apart. His camera lens probed the lining of the velvety vagina walls.
"You do these pussy shots close-up, don't you?"
"Sometimes I let my lens slip past the pussy lips," he admitted, "and I get a great shot. Men want to get as close as they can to this beautiful spot of womanhood."
"Of course," she said, "now how do you want me to pose?"
Eddie led the way to a chaise lounge.
"Just stretch out here," he suggested, "and raise your leg and let me go down there and do some photographic work."
His camera clicked away. She threw her legs at this angle and that. Every time she switched positions, Eddie photographed her.
"Wow!" he smiled when he had finished shooting her. "You are really something. I think I will call your pussy still collection The Million-Dollar Snatch."
"Thank you," she smiled. "Now, Eddie, if you please, let's get going. We don't want to extend our time."
"The art of the true professional," he said. "Mind always on the clock."
Eddie was bare-ass naked. And he came over to her and suggested, "Why don't I just sit in your face? I think you'll know what to do."
She nodded and smiled.
Eddie stretched out over the chaise longue. He let his ass fall over her face. She gripped his thighs quickly. Her tongue lightly lashed along his buttocks.
"Now you're doing it," he told her, "just like I like it. That's it, honey. Oh, sweetheart, lick my ass. Suck my ass."
He was becoming more and more keenly stimulated.
"Oh, what a sweet ass," she smiled right up at Eddie's asshole. Then she let her tongue flick around his puckered-up anal hole.
"I'll play a game of slippery slide on your tongue," Eddie said as he pumped his ass up and down her stiffening tongue.
"Oh, suck my ass," he begged her frantically. "Suck my ass, sweetheart. That's how you do it. Oh, yes, suck my ass. That's like I like it."
Eddie's hand gripped his thick pulsating penis. He pulled on it vigorously.
"Oh, lick my asshole," he begged her. "Come on, ass eater, just like I like it. Keep licking."
Her tongue continued jabbing in and out of his tight rectum.
"Suck it," he panted, "suck ass."
Eddie's hand was on his penis. His other hand cupped his balls. He was jacking off swiftly as she ate him there.
"Now, baby," he smiled, "lick the family jewels. Show how much you appreciate them."
Lisa let her tongue lash Eddie's big balls. She got the hair in her mouth. She stopped momentarily to pull it out.
"Hey, you're not quitting, are you?" the photographer asked, worried over the momentary pause.
"Not on your life," she told him. "I want to get that big load in my mouth."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Eddie said eagerly.
Reaching down he gripped her head and held her in place. Then he inched his cock closer to her.
"Open up, darling," he asked, "and see what Eddie's got for you."
As he inched his penis into her mouth she let him slide it in as far as it would go. She enjoyed it when he let the smooth head of it caress the back of her throat.
"You sure like to do this, don't you?" he observed.
She was really going to town now.
"Oh, baby, suck the head of it. Just the tip of it."
Lisa let her tongue lightly trace across the small slit that was starting to juice. She wanted to taste Eddie's liquid cum.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure know how to give good head. Keep it up."
She gripped his flexing ass cheeks. She liked to feel his ass muscles flexing as he fucked her face.
"Suck it," he commanded, "suck it, baby. That's how you do it. Suck my big prick. Oh, sweetheart, suck that cock. That's what I want you to do. Suck it off."
As she gripped his ass cheeks she felt him trembling. She knew he was stimulated and about to juice.
"Get it," he commanded, "eat it. Suck my juicy prick. Suck it off. Get that juice."
As she tasted him shooting a prelude to his final gusher, she felt her own body trembling. For the anticipation of getting a mouthful of his thick cream spurred her on.
"Suck it off," he panted, "suck that big juicy cock. Suck every drop of it."
She kept on sucking until she had built up a great suction. All at once he got his gun off.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, baby, gobble my stuff. That's the way. Suck every drop of me."
All at once his balls exploded. The hot white sperm spurted from the tip of his cock.
"Swallow me," Eddie begged, "swallow my seed. Oh, cock sucker, swallow me."
She gulped. As Eddie shot his white hot load into her mouth, she sucked it all out.
"Eat it," he panted, "suck it. Get it. Every drop of it, baby."
She didn't pull her mouth off his cock until she'd gotten every drop of his juice.
"Thank you," he whispered gratefully, "thank you. You really gave me a good time."
CHAPTER TWELVE
With a certain pride Lisa prepared dinner that evening. She knew that her sexual pleasures could bring money. She felt it was rather foolish to be throwing herself at Bill for such small remuneration. Fifty dollars a day would do her just fine. She could live in style. She had Nevada in mind.
"Good evening, baby doll," Bill said, trying to be friendly.
"Good evening," she said crisply.
"Hey, baby, why are you giving me the brush-off?" Bill asked her bluntly.
"I didn't know I was," she said in mock innocence.
"You knew damn well that you were being as cold as an Eskimo," he told her.
"I'm sorry," she said. "Your dinner will be ready in just a few moments. I am your willing slave."
"What do you mean, slave?"
"You know what I mean," she told him. "You take it easy. You go to the office and have a ball with the secretaries. I slave here. Keeping a lovely house."
"You don't do anything of the kind," he informed her flatly. "I phoned all afternoon and you weren't here. Where were you?"
Now she knew that she was trapped. She had tried to be bitchy and yet not reveal what she'd been up to. Bill picked up on it immediately.
"What's it to you?" she snapped defiantly.
"Maybe nothing, maybe something," he informed her.
"All right," she nodded, "so I had a little fun today. For once in my life I had a little fun. I hope you don't mind."
Bill wasn't about to take any small talk from his wife, for he was certain that she had been peddling her pussy.
"Who'd you sell it to?" he asked her. "Anybody who'd buy?"
"If you must know," Lisa began dreamily, "I've decided to become a model."
"Model," he laughed, "my ass. It takes training to be a model. You were out hustling."
"What if I was?" she said. "What with inflation you ought to be grateful that I bring home more money."
"I make enough money to support you," he told her, "and you don't have to go out and sell yourself like a common slut."
"I may be a slut," Lisa laughed, "but I'm not common. I'm unique. That's what Eddie told me."
"Eddie who?"
"The photographer who photographed my pussy," she explained with a wry smile.
"You mean you let some guy photograph your most intimate sex organs?"
"Honey," she laughed, "nobody will ever be able to know the pussy they're looking at is mine. He never showed my face. Just a close-up of my pussy."
"That's nice," Bill nodded, "real nice. I suppose you want me to frame it and put it back of our bed for decorative purposes."
"Not a bad idea," she laughed. "You could have a close-up of your cock on one side of the bed and I could have a close-up of my pussy on the other. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"It'd be disgusting," he informed her flatly. "You're so twisted you don't know right from wrong."
"I do know right from wrong," she slashed back, "and I know that you men have had everything you wanted much too much of the time."
"You know," Bill said, "if you want to leave me, go ahead. Only you're not gonna pick up a penny in the divorce court."
"Why the fuck not?" she said. "I'll get some shrewd lawyer and he'll take care of you."
"What about the tape where you just told me everything?" Bill laughed as he pulled a small tape from his pocket.
"What is that damn thing?"
"It's a miniature tape recorder," Bill said flatly, "and I've recorded your conversation. If you ever expect any alimony I'll play this in court. Then the whole world can know what a slut you are."
"You beast," she exclaimed, "you wouldn't do a thing like that."
"Oh, yes, I would," he assured her. "I'm not gonna work my tail off for you to sell yourself. I have more respect for myself than that."
She realized that her husband meant business. If she could only get the tape away from him, she reasoned.
"Honey, forgive me," she quipped quickly, "I was only teasing. Nothing that I said was really true."
"I knew you'd try to lie your way out of this," he told her, "but it won't work. I've got you nailed cold. And don't you forget it."
She could see by the cold look in his eyes that he wasn't about to forgive or forget anything.
"Honey," she suggested, "why don't we make up tonight in bed? You know I'm crazy about you."
"You fell in love with yourself a long time ago," he told her, "and you're still number one in your own book. Well, you just scratch my name out. Because it's all over, baby."
Bill meant business. He left her that night. He didn't even bother to tell her where he was going. He simply charged out.
She called her girl friend to see if she couldn't gain some consolation from her.
"Vickie," she began, "I need to talk to you. Honey, I can't tell it on the phone. I need you over here. We've been such good friends. Couldn't you come over?"
"I guess so," Vickie hesitated, "if it's that urgent."
"It is," she assured her. "Please, baby, don't fail me.
The pathos in her voice prompted Vickie to respond. Vickie did come over.
"What's bugging you?" her blonde, blue-eyed girl friend demanded as she came into her house.
"Bill just walked out on me," she told her flatly, "and with good cause. Finally he caught me playing around. I've been leading a double life."
"You of all people," Vickie shrugged. "I can't believe it. You used to be such a Puritan. I guess you've changed a lot."
"I did," she admitted. "I got hooked on sex. I couldn't get enough. And I started going out with one or two men if I could find them."
"You mean you've been involved in orgies?" Vickie asked, adjusting her glasses.
"I'm afraid so," she admitted candidly.
"How could you ever stoop to such things?" Vickie demanded.
"I don't know the answer," she explained. "It's just that once Bill got me going on different forms of sex I wanted to flutter my own wings."
"Apparently he was quite warped," Vickie said. "What on earth did he expect you to do?"
"It's very personal," Lisa replied.
"It will do you a world of good, darling, if you get it off your chest," Vickie insisted.
Leaning back Lisa recalled all they had done.
"He wanted to eat my pussy one night," she remembered, "and that was when he got me to go down on him."
"You two are wicked," her friend teased. "Did you enjoy blowing him? Did you enjoy getting your pussy eaten?"
"Yes, yes," she apologized, "I did. How I wish we'd stuck to the old-fashioned way. It was when I realized how much pleasure could be derived from different kinds of sex that I got involved with so many men."
"Or the men got involved with you," Vickie smiled. "You can't blame yourself for the whole thing, baby. You're a gorgeous woman. I know that."
"Why thank you, Vickie," Lisa nodded. "That's nice of you to be so understanding."
"Darling, why don't we go to bed together?" Vickie suggested. "And let me lick your troubles away."
Lisa's jaw dropped a mile. "What did you say?"
"I have my dildo with me, dear," Vickie laughed as she reached for her purse and pulled out a dildo with straps. "You would really enjoy getting loved like this, baby."
"I don't think so," Lisa shook her head, "I really don't think so."
"Baby, don't be difficult," Vickie told her. "When you haven't experienced a dildo, you haven't experienced sex."
Vickie made no bones about it. She was determined to experiment with the dildo.
She hastily stripped and strapped on the dildo. Looking longingly at Lisa she stroked the dildo as a man would stroke his penis.
"Eight wonderful inches," she smiled, "and it's gonna slip into you. Oh, baby, come on, let me fuck you."
Lisa was curious. She wondered-if the dildo would feel as good as a regular cock. Having tried everything else she wanted to try this, too.
"All right," she agreed, "I'll let you slip it to me. But it isn't like a man's penis. It isn't like the real thing."
That was when Vickie laughed.
"That's what you think," she told her emphatically. "I'll have you know this penis is an exact replica of a great sports hero. A black sports hero."
"No," Lisa marvelled, "who?"
"The man couldn't tell me that sold it to me," she admitted candidly. "But he said it was a replica of a big black dude's cock."
That made Lisa more enthusiastic to experiment.
Lisa undressed and stretched out in the bed.
"Come over here, honey," she smiled as she patted her pussy, "and fuck."
Vickie went over to her new-found love. First she sucked on her bosoms. "I want to have a prelude, honey," she told her, "and licking your nipples will excite me."
When she had finished sucking on both breasts, she straddled her girl friend. Then she brushed her bosoms over Lisa's.
"Oh, you're getting me horny," Lisa smiled.
Reaching down Lisa gripped the slippery plastic penis.
"Guide it in, honey," Vickie told her. She guided it into herself. Her pussy muscles clamped on the big slippery plastic penis.
"Fuck me," she begged anxiously, "fuck me, lover. That's how you do it. Oh, baby, give it to me. Ohhh, yes, give it to me."
Now Vickie's bosoms were pressing hard against Lisa's She loved the feel of her breasts.
"Oh no man ever fucked me like this," Lisa admitted. "These tits are tremendous. Oh, honey, press them against me harder."
As their bosoms crushed against each other, the dildo slipped rhythmically into her pussy slot.
"Flay with my ass while you're fucking me," Vickie told her.
She let her hands wander down Vickie's back to her behind. She gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them eagerly.
"Fuck," she begged anxiously, "fuck me. Oh, baby, that's the way I like it. Fuck it."
The girls were so involved in their sexual activity that they barely noticed a door open. There was Bill. He was furious.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Bill snapped.
"Don't you ever knock?" Vickie stammered.
"You know, that does look exciting," Bill smiled.
Before he realized what was happening, he felt his cock growing stiff.
"Maybe I should fuck Vickie's asshole," he smiled.
He took off his clothes quickly. He wanted Vickie to wait for him until he could slip his cock up her ass.
Looking at Vickie he stood there with his big cock, stroking it.
"You're not gonna jab that pecker into me until you have some lubrication, honey," she informed him.
"All right, get some," he laughed.
Going into the bathroom, Vickie brought back some Vaseline from the medicine chest.
Bill then got on the bed. Gripping Vickie's behind he stabbed it hard up her ass. Vickie went on pushing her dildo into Lisa's mound.
"Fuck me," Vickie begged.
He went on stabbing in at a good pace.
"Fuck it," he told her, "that's it. Twist your ass. Now you're doing it. Oh, yes, keep it moving."
Vickie enjoyed being in the middle.
"I'm the meat in this sex sandwich," she laughed.
At the same time Lisa was hoping Bill was enjoying himself. For she was fearful that he might explode.
"Fuck, Vickie," Bill begged. 'That's it. Fuck it. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, screw it."
With hard, driving movements he continued screwing. All of the sudden his penis exploded. As the hot cum gushed up Vickie's asshole she gripped his penis with her sphincter muscle and milked him. At the same instant the two women got their climax.
"I'm cuming," Lisa panted. "Oh, baby, you brought me around."
Lisa's lips pressed against Vickie's. As the two women kissed Bill watched. It got his balls so excited he shot another load.
"Keep your ass moving, Vickie," he begged. "I'm getting a double header."
When he had finished shooting his cum up her ass, he slowly slid out. Vickie pulled her dildo out of Lisa. Lisa lay there with stars in her eyes.
"Wasn't that wonderful?" she asked her husband.
"Sure was," Bill told her flatly, "except I'm gonna divorce you."
"You're gonna what?" she snapped.
"I'm not gonna stay married to you," he told her. "You're a fucking les. I'm getting out of here."
"You bastard," Vickie snapped. "You had the nerve to stick your prick up my ass and now you're saying your wife is no good. How dare you?"
"I may participate in orgies," he admitted, "but I'm certainly not gonna have my wife participate in them. I have a few moral scruples."
As Bill dressed, Lisa watched.
"You weren't afraid to join the little orgy, were you?" she snapped in defiance.
"No, I wasn't," he told her. "I'm a man. We need sex. We're built different than women."
"That's what you think," Vickie snapped. "I was a man in my last life, and I know all about the male psyche. That's why I strapped on this dildo and fucked Lisa. I do it all the time. I understand you."
"You're a nut," Bill told her flatly, "and I'm splitting."
He finished dressing and left the two women alone.
"What am I gonna do?" Lisa asked Vickie.
"You can always go in business with me," Vickie told her. "I'm on an answering service. I get very well paid for answering those calls."
"I could never do such a thing," Lisa said.
However, as Vickie watched her slip into her clothes, she knew very well that she would wind up flat on her back in a series of beds doing her thing-for a nice price. As Lisa walked over to her and hugged her in a not-too-friendly manner she told Vickie, "I hope that you will change your lifestyle. If you carry on like this forever you might flip out."
Vickie shook her head and laughed.
"Mark my word," she told her tightly, "you will go the same route I have gone. Don't be a hypocrite. Take care."
For a moment Lisa looked at her and shuddered.
Thank you for your optimism," she snapped, as she turned and strode away into her own sunset.
