It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then.
The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill-going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
The fictional characters in this story are desperate people, like their real-life counterparts. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, they seize the first opportunity for release. In their need, they cast aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
A WIDOW'S ORGY is a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Nicole watched Sean come around the end of the living room bar and walk up in front of her. As he gazed directly into her eyes, she knew what was going to happen.
It had been only two weeks since the funeral of her husband. She didn't know what a suitable period of mourning should be, but it already felt like an eternity.
When it came to fucking, Nicole needed a steady diet to keep herself running smoothly. It was a simple fact of life. Her husband had understood, and loved it about her, and had no trouble keeping up. But now he was gone.
Sean slid a hand onto the curve of her hip and moved it up to her waist. Her dress fit like a sheath, snowing off all she had. Her tits were a little small, but they coned out to tantalizing points high on her chest. Her hair was blonde, shoulder-length.
Nicole had put on the dress for Sean's benefit as soon as she'd agreed to let him come over. He'd sort of been looking after her since Mark's death, but she had known that the desire bubbling in him would sooner or later get the better of him.
Sean was thirty, her age, with brown hair and an intense sort of look on his handsome, tanned face. Intense, but not overly passionate. Now that he was getting what he wanted, he felt he could afford to relax, it seemed.
His open hands were on the jutting cheeks of her ass. As he rubbed the packed flesh, his fingers started clutching at the dress, pulling it up, finally baring her ass. He squeezed her ass through her pantyhose.
"Bad boy," she said. "You haven't even kissed me yet."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. She hadn't realized before that he was something of a romantic. She kind of liked it.
"Want me to pinch you?" she asked, playing along.
"It'd be nicer if you kissed me."
Tilting her head and letting her body relax against his, Nicole brushed her lips over Sean's. She flicked the tip of her tongue back the other way, and as his lips parted, she pressed her mouth to them. It was a gentle kiss, kind of meeting him halfway and holding there.
After seven years of the same man, it was like starting over. She knew all the moves, but everything seemed new to her. And almost as exciting as when everything to do with sex had really been new.
Nicole broke off the kiss and looked at Sean. "Well, you're still here."
She hadn't necessarily meant it as an invitation, but he took it as one. He fit his mouth onto hers and claimed her with a hungry sort of kiss. She felt herself responding deep down inside, wanting to give him anything he wanted. And wanting to take, as well.
Prolonging the kiss, Sean found the top of her pantyhose and peeled them off her ass and hips. His fingers then slid over the cheeks of her ass, reaching underneath to the damp heat of her crotch. He lifted and pulled her against him. She felt the hardness of his cock against her pelvis.
She smiled. "I think you're more than a little horny."
"I've been waiting a hell of a long time for this. Even though most of that time I thought it would never happen."
"Mark could have used more friends like you," she said with a sudden surge of sadness. "Things would have been different."
"How?"
"Forget it. This isn't the time for that." To make sure he got the message, she kissed him, fucking her tongue into his mouth, coiling it with his. She ground her pelvis against his cock.
Sean pinched the zipper of her dress and moved it down. He gathered the hem about her waist and peeled upward, lifting the dress off. It tousled her stylishly tangled head of locks and curls, giving her an even sexier look. She leered sweetly, standing in front of him with her pantyhose rolled down to the tops of her thighs.
Nicole pushed off his jacket, pulled his tie loose and lifted it off. She undid two top buttons of his shirt and then peeled it off of him.
She pushed her mouth at his and they smooched as her hands worked at the front of his pants. She pulled them open and pushed them from his hips, along with his briefs. Her legs bent to either side of his as she lowered herself to a squatting position, continuing to push his clothing down.
Nicole settled comfortably before Sean, with his cock at face level. He was erect, his cock-length throbbing with pent-up passion.
Nicole held off, tempting herself and teasing him. She helped him step out of his clothes and did not proceed until he was naked before her.
Her attention was focused on his prick. She was a woman who needed cock, and lots of it, and he had a great one. On top of that he was a wonderful guy.
Nicole turned her head to one side and leaned forward. She parted her lips and brushed them down one side of Sean's hardon. The heat of it seemed to transfer to her, making her face flush. She went to the other side and felt it with her parted lips.
It was fresh cock, and she wanted to get properly acquainted first. Also, in her mind, she had accepted that she wouldn't have Mark's prick to play with anymore. In practice it was taking a little getting used to.
She looked up into Sean's eyes.
"I feel like a virgin," she said. "I don't know anything about your cock. I barely know where to begin."
He stroked her hair tenderly. "Looks to me like you're doing fine," he said. He twitched his hips and made his cock bob around before her eyes. "Anyway, with you around, I'm easy to please."
Nicole felt even more daring. Her tongue slid out into the open and she traced over his cock with the warm, wet tip. She tended to both sides and then went to the flared cock-tip, teasing around and around on it. Then she wanted his cock in her mouth.
Nicole took her tongue in and puckered her lips. She fit them onto Sean's cock-head and pulled off. She pushed her soft mouth past his cock-head, then withdrew. On the third contact, she went partway down on his fuck-length, then retreated with a deliberate slowness.
"Yeah!" Sean murmured. "You're doin' fine. Just fine."
Nicole was starting to really enjoy herself. Fresh cock, she kept thinking, marveling over it. Not that she had grown tired of Mark's. Far from it. But this was like going back and starting all over again as a woman.
Nicole squirmed in front of Sean. The crotch of her pantyhose moved against her pussy, setting off sparks of lust in her loins.
Nicole cupped her pussy. Since the funeral, not a day had gone by that she had not masturbated.
Reaching far down on Sean's cock with her mouth, she drew back with a slurpy suck that made him groan. She immediately treated him to another suck. And another.
Her head tilted from side to side as she twisted her sucking mouth on his cock-meat. Gripping with her velvet lips and pulling deeply, she went after his lust and drew it to the fore, brought it out to where it could run freely through his system.
Heavenly minutes later she pulled her mouth from his cock, coming up for air. Her chest was heaving. Half-drunk with her own excitement, she grinned up at him with a wanton's shamelessness.
"The best!" he gasped.
"And you want more, don't you? You want it all."
"Give it to me," he said.
She had intended to all along. But something told her not to be too eager, or too generous. Maybe it was knowing that Sean wanted more than her body. He wanted a wife. And she wasn't sure she was ready to settle back in with one man just yet.
Nicole leaned back on her high heels, planting both hands behind her on the carpet. She lowered onto her elbows, then flat on her back. She stretched herself before him. Her nyloned legs remained folded up.
"Take it," she said to him.
Sean dropped to his knees on the carpet. Nicole pulled her knees back toward her shoulders, lifting her feet. He took her shoes off.
His hands moved to her lower legs, then slid slowly to her knees and followed the outsides of her thighs to her hips. He smiled at her and started peeling her pantyhose down her long legs.
It would be easy to settle down with him, she realized, or a man like him, when the time came. She had things to do first. For one, she wanted to live a little. A woman owed it to herself to kick up her heels when she got the chance. For another, there was a little matter of four bastards who had driven her husband to an early grave. Four men who had done dirt on Mark and deserved a lesson or two for it. She didn't know how she was going to get her revenge just yet, but she knew she would figure something out soon enough.
Nicole unfolded her legs, letting her heels come to rest on Sean's shoulders. From here on out, he could do what he wanted.
He bent forward, positioning himself over her on straight arms, his legs sliding out behind him. He had been waiting so long to fuck her that he couldn't resist.
Nicole felt a keen anticipation as well. She reached down between her thighs and used a finger of each hand to pull her cunt open for him.
Sean's hips lowered, his cock extending from his groin at a terrifically virile angle. The prick-head touched her gaping cunt gash. Her cunt melted before his penetrating prick, giving him a form-fitting sheath for his hard length of cock-meat.
Nicole's hands moved from her crotch to his hips, then around to his ass. She pulled him down and forward.
"Give it all to me," she murmured. "Every inch of your cock, lover. That's what I want."
He relaxed, letting the weight of his stomach rest on her upturned ass and thighs. His balls lay hot and ticklish on her asshole.
Nicole grinned lewdly. "Yeah! Like that!"
His arms bent as he lowered to kiss her. Her legs bent practically double with her body, but she remained comfortable. Anyway, it was sexy as hell to surrender herself to him like that. There was nothing to be gained by holding back.
Sean worked his hips to fuck her. Every move of his prick inside her fuck-hole sent a fresh batch of hot chills through Nicole's system.
Her last fuck had been three weeks ago, but she had almost forgotten what it was like, how good it could make her feel inside.
Sean went down onto his elbows, further trapping her legs between their bodies, putting her completely at his mercy. But he was a sensational fuck, so that was not a bad place to be.
He took his mouth from Nicole's. His eyes opened and he gazed down at her, grinning as he fucked in and out of her tight pussy.
Nicole was loving every second of it, every stroke of it.
"You naughty man!" she gurgled, looking right at him. "You love to fuck, don't you?"
"I love to fuck you," he said. "I wanna fuck and fuck and fuck you."
"You've got me in the right place for it."
"Comfy?"
"I could stay like this for a while."
"Good. I'm gonna make you come like this."
The long slides of his prick did not slow or cease: His ass thrust at her tirelessly. Nicole drew a deep breath and sighed happily, contentedly. She couldn't think of anywhere she would rather be. Already she could feel a climax beginning to swell inside her.
CHAPTER TWO
She fucked Sean three times that day and came four times, but then she put their relationship on hold. She told him there were things she had to take care of, and that it would be best if they cooled it for a little while. She asked him to trust her and not put up a tight. He obliged.
With her mind cleared for thought and her body primed for action, she quickly worked out a plan of attack on those who had betrayed Mark.
Four men. Each of whom Mark had trusted. All of whom had betrayed him in more ways than one. Who had refused to help him out of a tight financial spot so that they would profit. Who had slyly put him out of business while they cleaned up.
She would take them on one at a time and get satisfaction. It didn't matter which man came first. She picked one at random. Gene Whitfield.
Nicole called his office and arranged a lunch appointment with his secretary. She knew he wouldn't hesitate to keep it. She remembered the way he'd looked at her, back when they'd all been friends. She remembered the passes, the flirting behind Mark's back.
Gene hadn't changed. Still athletic looking and sun-bronzed, a dashing figure in his three-piece suit. And still lecherous, she noticed as he walked up to join her at her table.
"What a surprise to hear from you," he said. "What have you been up to?" the hard part of her plan. Nicole wondered if she should take care of the husbands before she went to the wives. She decided not.
Nicole phoned Gene's wife Delia and invited her to have lunch. It had worked so well with Gene that she felt safe using the ploy again. Only this time she changed the location to her house.
Delia was also a blonde, though with much longer hair. She was blue-eyed, and pretty chesty. She was thirty-two.
She appeared somewhat wary when Nicole greeted her at the door. She was aware of the bad business that had gone on between their husbands, and it was possible that negative feelings lingered, despite the invitation.
Nicole sought to put her at ease. "Just because our husbands couldn't get along doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?"
"Right," Delia said. "Great to see you again."
Over lunch they caught up on gossip and chatted about clothes and new stores and the like. It continued like that as they moved to the living room couch to finish off the bottle of wine Delia had brought.
At one point Nicole shifted closer to Delia, until their shoulders almost touched.
"Actually, Delia," Nicole said in an intimate tone, "I invited you here hoping, well, that we could be more than friends. If you know what I mean."
Somewhat blankly, Delia said, "I think I do."
"It's been so lonely since Mark died. I'm reluctant to be with another man, but I need someone."
"Gosh, I can understand, but why me?"
"You're powerfully attractive. And with a go-getter husband like you've got, I thought maybe you might be lonely too. Unless you've got a secret lover?"
"No. No secret lover."
"Lonely?"
"Sometimes," Delia said. Delia smiled.
"Have you done it before?"
"Long ago, before Mark," Nicole said truthfully.
"I'm not experienced at all."
"Then you're in for a treat." Nicole eased the wine glass from Delia's hand and set it on the coffee table. Twisting on the couch, she leaned toward Delia, supported by a straight arm, and closed in for a kiss.
She teased into it, letting the tip of her nose touch Delia's smooth cheek and brush over it, turning her head to let their cheeks touch, turning the other way to let her lips make contact with Delia's face, finally drifting her mouth out to Delia's lips.
Nicole used her tongue, flicking it out once against the velvet smoothness of the married woman's lips. Delia sighed and Nicole knew she had stirred something. She tried a more pressing, lasting kiss. Delia's head tilted and she pressed her lips to the widow's.
The kiss played on and on. Their lips slowly parted, their mouths opened. They tasted moisture, and warmth.
Nicole felt a flash of triumph, followed hot in its wake by cascading excitement. Her nerve endings stirred in hot anticipation of sexy stimulation. Her pussy twitched, and from deep inside came steamy wetness.
It was easier than she'd thought it would be. It had been a good hunch about Delia being lonely. She supposed most wives with businessman husbands were. Some had affairs, but many were reluctant to put the security that came from marriage at risk by pursuing other men.
Nicole shifted closer to Delia, pressing the front of her body against the married woman. Through the materials of their dresses she felt the large tits spread under her chest, a sexy feeling that brought back old memories.
"I want you now," Nicole said. "Right here! On the couch!"
Delia's head rolled back and laughter gurgled in her throat. "I don't think I could walk ten feet, let alone to the nearest bed."
"You horny thing you!" Nicole murmured, unbuttoning the front of the other woman's dress with a quick hand. "You're just a slut waiting to be had, aren't you?"
"I guess so." Delia sighed.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Nicole pulled her dress open from the waist up and revealed two of the sexiest tits she could have imagined.
"Oh, you're gorgeous," she said, playing her hand over the woman's jutting tits. "I wish I had a pair like that."
"You're doing pretty good with what you've got, sexy!"
Nicole kissed Delia on the side of the neck, licked around to the line of her throat, then ventured downward. Shortly, she was burying her face in the smooth flesh of Delia's tits. She pushed the packed tits in against her face and happily smothered herself with sexy woman-flesh.
A raw hunger consumed Nicole. She was as horny as she could be.
Nicole slid her ass off the couch and knelt on the carpet to finish opening Delia's dress. She pulled it apart to ogle the pantyhose-clad legs underneath-and the shape of the panty-covered pussy beneath the nylons.
She grabbed the waistband of Delia's pantyhose without further delay and yanked them down. Delia laughed excitedly, then let out a girlish whoop of joy as she lifted her ass and felt her hosiery being hauled down her legs.
Nicole paused before going after the woman's panties. She played her open hands up and down on Delia's exquisite thighs. They parted for her and she caressed the smooth flesh. Delia sighed, looking at Nicole with an eager expression. She wanted to be seduced.
Gingerly now, Nicole hooked fingers under the waistband of Delia's panties. The woman lifted her ass and Nicole peeled the panties off of her.
Nicole leaned forward and planted a kiss on the brown-haired pussy mound of her latest conquest. Then she stood and calmly, deliberately, got out of her own clothing. Every last stitch.
Delia squirmed into a cushioned corner of the couch, draped a languid arm over her head and watched. There was a fascinated look on her face, a pleased little half-smile on her lips. Her knees were apart. Feeling comfortable and daring, she stretched a long leg out across the seat of the couch.
Nicole felt pretty daring herself, but she was more at home with the feeling. In fact, she felt right at home with it. She felt like really showing Delia a thing or two.
Kneeling again, she decided where to start. She bowed forward and kissed the inside of Delia's ankle.
She proceeded, kissing and licking her way up the inner portion of the married woman's gorgeous leg. Alternating from tickles to firmer caresses, she licked ever closer to Delia's cunt.
"Bitch!" Delia murmured presently, not without affection. "You're just teasing me!"
Hearing that, Nicole stuck out her tongue and swept it up to within an inch of Delia's pussy. The woman gasped, and then grinned with realization.
"You were waiting for me to say something about it," she said. "Now I suppose you're gonna make me beg you to do that again."
"Did you like it?"
"You know I did!"
"I'm dangerous, you know. That's what I wanted you to see."
"Are you gonna make me beg?"
"I'm not gonna make you do anything-unless it's what you want."
With a suddenness that drew another excited gasp from Delia, Nicole pushed the married woman's knees up and farther apart. Holding them like that, she bowed her head between the creamy-smooth thighs and started teasing her tongue tip over Delia's pussy.
Delia giggled. Seized by a wicked impulse, she closed her slender-fingered hands on the fleshy cones of her tits, squeezing hard. "You're not just dangerous," she said. "You're bad!"
"And you're hot," Nicole said, flicking her tongue all over Delia's cunt. "Your pussy's just percolating down here between your sexy thighs! I'd love to wake up to this sweet smell every morning!"
"Ohhh, you naughty thing you!" Delia gasped. "Saying such things! I oughta spank your ass! Your big, gorgeous, sexy ass!"
Nicole tensed her tongue and wriggled the tip into Delia's cunt-slit. She flicked it over the smaller, inner slit, the hot flesh above it, and finally the bud of the woman's swollen clit. The contact made Delia's body arch.
Moments later Nicole took her mouth from Delia's inflamed cunt. "Roll over onto your hip, with your legs pointing out. I want to get at you from another angle."
"I'm not sure I should trust you!"
"Too late to chicken out now."
Delia rested on her hip, her shoulders against the back of the couch, her head on the arm of it. Her knees were together, drawn up toward her tits.
Nicole moistened the tip of a forefinger and pushed it for a moment at the center of Delia's exposed cunt. She pressed inward, seeking and finding the deeper entrance and continuing to penetrate. The woman's pussy was wet, hot, and trembling around her sliding finger.
Delia rested a hand on her hip. Her fingers pulled idly at the underside of her leg. She lifted one knee away from the other to make her pussy more accessible, less closed off.
"Do you play with yourself?" Nicole asked.
"Too much!"
"I'll bet you really turn on though. Do you stick your fingers inside?" Nicole stroked in and out as if to demonstrate.
"Sometimes two or three," Delia said shyly.
Nicole took it as an invitation to apply another finger to her stroking of Delia's pussy. "Better when somebody else does it for you?"
"Much!"
"Spread your legs so I can lick your clit at the same time."
"God, you're shameless!" Delia sighed, but she stuck her leg into the air and received Nicole's tilted head between her thighs, her wanton mouth on her heated clit. She shuddered with arousal as the double assault on her pussy continued.
"And your asshole?" Nicole murmured against the steamy cunt-flesh. "Do you linger your asshole with your other hand?"
"I do it all!" Delia cried.
"Show me! Show me what a hot little slut you are!"
Delia slid her middle finger into her mouth and wet it with saliva. She reached back and pushed the tip into the tiny opening of her asshole.
Her face close to Delia's crotch, Nicole watched as Delia unabashedly fucked her finger in and out. At the same time, Nicole used her two stroking fingers on the married woman's cunt. And down below, with her free hand, Nicole was frigging herself. She'd gotten so horny over the last few minutes that she simply had to vent some of the passion.
Delia was changing, and changing fast. More and more of her inhibitions were falling away. She was actually whipping her finger in and out of her shit-chute. Nicole was having trouble keeping up in the woman's pussy.
"Uuuuhhh, uuuhhh! I'm coming!" Delia groaned, her head tilting back, her eyes closed and her face flushed. "Ooohhh, ooohhh now, please, now!"
It was no strain for Nicole. She was coming. She whipped her hands in unison, one in Delia's pussy, one in her own.
CHAPTER THREE
Nicole came away from Gene's office with a check for forty-five thousand dollars. It was made out to her charity, The Home For Unwed Mothers. Nicole had an account in that name at her bank. She deposited the money there.
One down, three to go. As far as the men were concerned, anyway. Where their wives were concerned there were still four.
Seducing those women would represent [text missing in original pocketbook]
Nicole told him she had become involved with a charity organization. She had been put in charge of fund-raising.
"Nuts," Gene said lightly. "I was hoping this would be a social occasion."
"It can be," Nicole said.
"Meaning?"
"I'm prepared to be generous if you are." Her manner was pleasant, her tone inviting. No ill will whatsoever showed through.
Gene liked what he heard-and saw. Even if it was going to cost him a dollar or two. She could see that he was already thinking that if a donation to some charity was what it took to get into her panties, then so be it.
"This is a change, isn't it?" he said. "I got the feeling that you didn't exactly want to be friends."
"Times change. People change. Besides, I can't be loyal and faithful to Mark if he's not around, can I?"
He showed no discomfort at the mention of her husband's name. "How reasonable of you."
"There's a new me," she said. "I thought you'd appreciate being the first to know."
He smiled lecherously, and she knew beyond any doubt that he was hooked. He ordered lunch and they talked, mostly about the charity. He'd never heard of it, but that didn't seem to matter.
"How large a donation were you thinking of?" Gene asked over coffee.
"No set figure. I know you'll be generous. I plan to see to it myself."
"Maybe we should pursue this back at my office."
"Your office?"
"Not to worry. It can be very private."
* * *
It was as spacious as she'd imagined, and as expensively furnished. It was an office that exuded power and success. It should have been Mark's, but knowing that it wasn't made Nicole all the more determined to go through with her plan.
Dropping her purse in a chair, she removed the slender belt from her dress.
Gene drifted by her, turning his back to his desk and resting his ass on the edge of it as he watched her.
Calmly, Nicole continued undressing.
She had worn nylon stockings and a garter belt for the occasion. She moved to remove her panties, but Gene stopped her. He wanted them on.
She smiled knowingly at him. "You want me to look like a whore. Do you think I'm a whore, Gene?"
"I think you get what you want."
That was more true than he realized, she thought. She turned her back to him slowly, then bent at the waist, her feet spread. Hands on knees, back straight, showing him the goods, she looked back over her shoulder.
"Looks like you get what you want, too," she said.
He moved from the desk, easing up behind her. He rested an open hand on her asscheek, then let it slide into her asscrack. He moved his fingers up and down on her pussy-lips, her crotch, and the center of her ass.
"And I like what I'm getting," he said. "You are generous."
"Help yourself."
Gene curled a finger and pushed it into her fuck-slit. With a slow twirling motion, he pressed inward. Her cunt was moist, and he indulged himself a little by moving his finger in and out.
She had always found Gene hard to resist. Only her feelings for Mark, and his for her, had kept her faithful. It had bothered her that Gene tempted her so much, but now she understood. She was a little cock-crazy. It was her nature.
"Feel like using me?" she asked. "Go ahead. Feel like making me do things? Make me!"
"Relax on the couch for a minute," he said. "I'll get undressed."
She straightened and padded over to the overstuffed leather couch, letting her ass swing provocatively. She sat in the middle of the seat, parted her feet quite widely, her legs bent, then leaned back. Her hands were draped over her inner thighs.
She licked her lips. She squirmed her ass on the seat, showing him a hint of her pussylips. She was coming alive with anticipation and excitement.
Gene was quickly naked. The hair on his solid chest was flecked with gray. He was tanned all over. His cock was straining out and up. It swung about as he walked toward her. Nicole shivered at the prospect of him sticking it into her.
But that would come later. Right now he knelt and sank back onto his heels on the floor. He gripped her nyloned shanks at the backs of her knees and threw them up and wider apart, then held them there as he feasted his eyes on her fully exposed pussy.
His hands dropped to her hips and he yanked her ass out to the edge of the seat. He pushed her raised legs farther back, wider apart. He leered down at her cunt.
"Just between you and me, this view is worth a few grand alone," he said.
Nicole smiled lewdly, sliding a hand to her pussy. "I'll show you more."
Nicole slid two fingers onto her pussy. Spreading her fingers, she drew her cunt open. Her clit showed, along with the pink sponginess of her inner fuck-flesh, and the slit that marked the entrance to her pussy-hole.
"You are generous," Gene said. "You're gonna empty my wallet."
"And your balls," she said slyly.
Grinning, he hunkered down lower before her. His face was closer to her cunt, his eyes focused hotly on it. He seemed to be getting off just looking at her. But then he took the next step.
He wiped his tongue through the furrow between her stretched cunt-lips. He scraped over her fuck-hole, over her clit, and even onto her soft-haired pussy mound. He continued lapping at her with long, drawn-out strokes.
Nicole felt herself go all steamy inside. Hot tingles bubbled through her.
Gene centered the tip of his tongue on her pussy-hole and started to explore inward. He flicked out against her spread pussy-lips, delving deeper all the time, until at last his tongue was buried inside her cuntal grasp.
"Nnnnnn!" Nicole groaned, her body giving an involuntary jerk. "Now you're being greedy!"
"Should I stop?"
"No!" she moaned, and wiggled her crotch against the lower half of his face. He loved it and fucked his tongue in deeper still.
His hands came down onto her asscheeks. Nicole pulled her fingers away and let him use his own to pry her cunt open. He did so with relish, stretching her cunt-mouth wide and pressing in forcefully with his mouth, as if he wanted to bury his whole head in her wet pussy.
"Goddamn!" he exclaimed. "This is fantastic! Sensational pussy! Can't get enough!"
His actions backed up his words. He was sucking on her down there now, at her sweetly stinging clit, her swollen cunt folds, the inner fleshiness, and the fuck-slit itself.
It was terrifically flattering and terribly exciting for Nicole. She wasn't sorry she had stayed true to her husband, but she was sorry it had taken so long for her to get a taste of Gene's brand of fun.
Gene stabbed his tongue into her streaming cunt with renewed vigor. He wanted her to come, wanted to taste her fuck-juices.
As she climaxed, Nicole's ass bucked against his grating chin, her pussy spasming around his sexily scraping tongue, her legs kicking, her body lurching and twisting out of control. She was hitting a big one and it was tearing her apart.
As she relaxed on the couch, he pulled away from her. Kneeling, he let her legs come down to either side, her feet going to the floor.
Nicole saw him grip his hard-on in one hand and point it at her cunt. The seat of the couch was low, positioning her just right for easy penetration, and he was taking advantage.
Holding his prick-meat, Gene nuzzled her cunt with the rigid, flared cock-head. He teased the tip up and down in the furrow of her pussy-gash, nudging her clit.
Nicole broke into a lewd grin. "Mmmm! Nice technique!"
"I'm enjoying it," he said.
"Try me on the inside, see how you like that!"
Indulging her, he promptly fit the head of his cock into her fuck-opening and pushed with his hips. His thick length of prick went into her with a jolt of pure carnal excitement, and Nicole groaned with fresh pleasure.
Gene held tight against her, pressing deep. His hands moved slowly up her body. He covered her stiff-pointed tits with them, simply letting his palms and fingers rest on her.
Nicole's head turned from side to side, a lock of hair across one cheek.
"Fuck me!" she gasped.
"You really want it, don't you?"
"What did you think," she said, "I just wanted you for your money?"
"Sort of."
She smiled. "That was just an excuse. I'm a woman who needs excuses sometimes."
It was untrue, but it would sound right to a guy like him. The less he really knew about her the better, as far as she was concerned.
Gene pulled his ass back and thrust it forward, beginning to fuck in and out of her gripping cunt. He gave her the full length of his prick with each stroke, the emptying out and filling-up sensations exciting to her in a very basic way.
Nicole joined in the fun by rotating her pelvis in broad circles, her pussy grating erotically on his prick as she moved, while he continued sliding his big, hard prick in and out.
"Oh, baby, I think you know how to fuck!" he moaned.
"What good is a body if you don't know how to use it?"
Gene was grinning. "Don't use up all your energy at once. This is gonna take a while."
"Big talker. Prove it."
He responded like a man who enjoyed challenges. He picked up the tempo and pounded his cock into her cunt time and time again.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned happily. She worked her hips from side to side, undulating her body. "Mmmmmm! Oooooohhh God, yes, lover, yes!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Next in line in Nicole's scheme of revenge was Troy Ashley, who agreed to meet with her in his penthouse office.
Like Gene, Troy was a man who thrived on business. The longer a day he put in, the better he felt, consequently, it was dark before he could see Nicole. Also, it was after his secretaries and just about everyone else in the building had gone home.
Another thing Troy thrived on was sex, or so Mark had told Nicole once. She believed it. More than once Troy had tried to bed her behind Mark's back.
To let him know she was now available, Nicole put on a thigh-high mini-skirt, a snug matching black sweater and a jacket that reached the hem of her skirt. Her perfect legs were clad in her favorite dark nylons.
As soon as he let her into the office, Troy got her message. But then he found out that she was available only at a price. It was put in subtle terms, but it was clear that if there was no charity donation, there would be no sex with Nicole.
He was thirty-five, with dark blond hair, a nice tan, and a solid physique. In a few years he would be paunchy and a little wheezy, but right now he was prime male meat in Nicole's eyes.
At first he sat behind his desk as they talked. As it became clear just what was going on, he got up and came around the desk. He lifted a leg and slid his ass onto a corner of the desk, looking down at Nicole.
His slacks were snug and his thighs were apart. There was a sexy lump at his crotch, which he seemed to be pushing at her.
Nicole let her gaze linger at his crotch just long enough for him to notice, then lifted her eyes to his.
"I've seen Gene," she said. "He was most generous."
"I'll bet that took some persuading."
"It was my pleasure."
She could see his mind working. There was a lot of competition between Troy and Gene, for whatever reason. What one did, the other wanted to do better. If Gene was generous, Troy wanted to be more generous. And if she had enjoyed Gene's cock, he would want to show her something better.
"Come here," Troy said easily.
Uncrossing her mostly exposed legs, Nicole stood and stepped forward. She let a hand come to rest on Troy's raised knee as he remained seated on the corner of his desk.
"I like a woman who can mix business with pleasure," he said, his hands slipping under her jacket. He drew her closer. She draped her arms over his shoulders.
"Let's concentrate on pleasure for the next little while," Nicole said.
"Mutual?"
She took her arms from him and slipped off her coat. Lingering close, she peeled her snug top up her slender body, over her peaked, braless tits, and finally off. She turned, partly to show herself off, but also to get help with her skirt.
"Give me a hand, would you?" she said over a shoulder, and promptly felt his hands at the clasp, then the zipper.
She pushed the skirt from her hips and let it fall. Before she could proceed, Troy grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose and lifted sharply.
The material drew up fantastically tight against her pussy, into the crack of her ass. It made for a uniquely sexy feeling, complementing the initial arousal she had already been feeling.
Nicole turned back to Troy with the top of her hosiery well up over her waist, her pussy-lips under constant pressure. Her hands went immediately to Troy's fly.
She dug into his clothing and pulled out his cock. It was thick and quite long, but still rubbery.
Nicole gripped the pliant prick in one hand, pulling at it as she squeezed.
"Yeah," she said. "I'm gonna take real, real good care of this."
She pulled away from Troy, bending at the waist. Feet wide apart, legs and back straight, she lowered her face to his crotch. She wrapped her hand firmly about the base of his prick-meat and held the thing upright for her mouth.
Nicole kissed all over the upper part of Troy's expanding cock. Warm, wet kisses, some of which could have passed for sucks. Hints at what was in store.
She licked the swollen cock-head as she would an ice-cream cone. But she wasn't for a second forgetting it was a cock.
Her lips spread on the cock-head as she sucked down on it. The soft ring of her mouth swept past the cock-head and onto the thick barrel of the cock-shaft. Her mouth was stretched to limits it hadn't known before, and Nicole was thrilled deeply.
Nicole loved cock. She didn't care who it belonged to, or how she felt about him in other areas. Troy had said she was mixing business with pleasure, but that wasn't true. Her real business was revenge. That would come later. And pleasure was this, what was happening now.
Her arm was resting on Troy's raised thigh, giving her balance as she held his cock. Her head and upper body rose and fell with a steady rhythm as she smoothly ran her mouth over his still-growing prick-length.
"God," she said throatily, "this is a fucking salami you've got here. Ohhh! Incredible cock! Mmmhhh, I love it!"
Troy's hips moved, and she realized he was stripping to the waist. She wanted to see him naked. To have him naked. Something about being in the same room with a naked stud got to her in a stirring way.
Carefully, Troy slid his ass to the edge of the desk. Nicole held on, still sucking him. He eased his pants down, then let them fall from his knees. Nicole took the waistband of his shorts and yanked it out over his prick, then quickly resumed mouthing him as he pushed his underwear down.
The musky scent of his balls reached her nostrils and seemed to set fire to her system. The fun was happening for real now, and she was beginning to revel in it with her usual wanton's appetite.
It seemed odd to her now that she had remained loyal to Mark all those years, especially with so much tantalizing cock around. But she was an old-fashioned girl in some ways. She hoped to be again someday.
Troy's legs moved as he worked his feet free of the last of his clothing. Nicole placed open hands on his thick thighs and felt the muscles flexing. She held his cock with her sliding mouth.
Troy's attention turned more fully to Nicole. He touched her rising and falling shoulders and slid his hands slowly down her back, reaching all the way to her ass. He squeezed her asscheeks in almost rude fashion. Nicole gurgled her pleasure against his cock.
His hands slid back up past her waist, then separated to either side, going under her body and up to her tits. With surprising gentleness, he kneaded her tit-flesh with his palms.
Nicole enjoyed the contact, the participation he was showing. It was inspiring, made giving easier, and made her feel good inside.
"Mmmm!" Troy moaned. "That is good care! You've made up for a lot of lost time already!"
Nicole bent her legs, dropping onto her knees in front of him, continuing to hold fast to his prick with her mouth. This put her in a more natural position, and a more comfortable one. And it enabled her to look up at him.
Holding Troy's gaze, Nicole swept her mouth forward and dragged her gripping lips back on his huge cock. She forced the tip into her throat and retreated to that very head, giving him the full capacity of her mouth.
Presently, he cupped her face in his hands and moved her off his stiff hard-on. "How about if I take care of you for a while? With my cock."
She showed a tempted smile, lowered her eyes to his gorgeous prick, then met his gaze again.
"Yeah," she murmured. "Do that. Take care of me with your cock! Fuck me!"
Nicole stood. She pushed down her pantyhose.
"Just tell me where you want me," she said.
He stepped aside, turning, his cock happily in front of her. "On the desk, sweetheart!"
Stepping out of her pantyhose, Nicole slid her ass onto the front edge of the desk and leaned back on straight arms. Troy moved around in front of her, between her spread legs.
Nicole lifted her legs into the air, folding them to either side of Troy. Troy took hold of her ankles and pulled her legs, holding them pretty" well upright and nicely apart. Nicole dropped onto her elbows, her pussy hot with anticipation. She couldn't take her eyes off his fantastic length of prick.
He teased her with it, sliding the cockhead over her cunt-bush. The pulsing tip reached her bellybutton.
"Think it'll fit?" he asked.
"Big talker!" she exclaimed. "Put it in me!"
He dragged his cock back down off her cunt-bush and let the tip drop onto the target of her pussy-hole. Nicole reached down with one hand to pry herself wide open for him, and he pushed easily.
Nicole burned with excitement as she felt the luscious spreading of her pussy. Troy fucked his cock into her fuck-tunnel without pause, filling her up.
Holding her pussy lips, looking down her body with avid eyes as more and more of his prick disappeared inside her, Nicole grinned. "God, this is wicked! This is great!
Look at that big thing take my pussy!"
"Look at that pussy take that big thing," Troy said with a grin to match hers. "You're tight, but it fits, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, lover, it fits! Boy it fits! Gimme the whole fucking thing!"
Troy's hips gave a bold shove and the last few inches of his stiff cock-shaft fucked into her. Nicole gasped at the sudden, deep probing of his pulsing cock-meat.
"Nnnnnnn!" she groaned, her head falling back, her body following to lie flat on the desk. "Ooooohhh! Oh fuck, is that good! Fucking Christ!"
"Wanna feel it again?" he asked with boyish eagerness.
"You know it!"
He promptly withdrew half of his prick, then shoved forward. Again Nicole groaned from deep inside, whining with raw pleasure, her head rolling.
For a while he took it easier on her, giving her easy slides of his fiercely stiff prick. When he got up to giving her the full length of his fucking cock, it felt as if each pussy-grating stroke was going to go on forever.
The grin on Nicole's face couldn't have been slapped away. Her voice was a virtual constant moan of pleasure, reaching squealing tones of clawing delight and sinking to low groans of animal arousal.
She could feel Troy's excitement rise with her own, felt it in the growing urgency of his thrusts. She tried to move for him, but found herself overwhelmed by the magnificence of his cock.
Her climax built and built, clamoring to get out, her desire tearing her apart.
Finally it happened. At long last relief was at hand. And in her climaxing cunt, she felt the warm flood of Troy's gushing jizz. She shuddered from head to toe.
"God!" she sighed. "How fantastic!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Troy wrote out a check for fifty thousand dollars. Nicole accepted it with a different sort of satisfaction from the kind she'd felt lying across his desk a short while before.
Nicole was working out a plan for Troy's wife Tracy the next day when quite unexpectedly, the woman herself appeared at Nicole's door.
Tracy Ashley was a couple years younger than Nicole, a chestnut-haired brunette with an exquisite, shapely body. As usual, she was expensively dressed, quite business-like, with a small hat and accompanying veil that slightly masked her large, brown eyes.
Nicole invited her in and offered her a seat, but the woman preferred to stand.
"This isn't quite a social call," she said stiffly. "I want to talk to you about my husband."
"Oh?"
"I went to his office last night," Tracy said. "I don't need to tell you what I saw, since you were there."
"I assume you saw plenty," Nicole said calmly. "But I'm sure you didn't get the whole story."
"What does that mean?"
Nicole walked to the couch.
"Come sit down," she said. "Let's talk."
Tracy showed resistance, but with Nicole sitting and waiting for her, determined not to speak further until the married woman had joined her, she gave in. She sat primly and guardedly at the edge of the couch.
"You have nothing to fear from me, or any other woman for that matter. You'll go on being Troy's wife for as long as you want. I promise you that."
"You promise me?"
"He considers himself happily married. That means having a wife who'll sit at home and not make too many demands, and who'll close her eyes to his little flings."
"I'm not exactly sitting at home right now," Tracy said.
"No, are you really prepared to accomplish anything? What were you going to do to stop me from seeing Troy again?"
Tracy averted her eyes.
"You saw Troy with another woman and it threw a scare into you. You felt obliged to do something, so you came here. To do what?"
"All right!" Tracy snapped. "I've made a fool of myself! You don't have to rub it in!"
"I'm not. I'm sorry you found out. Sorry you've been hurt. But there's a lesson here."
"Lesson?"
"Troy is having his fun, but you're missing out. But then, if he can do it, why can't you?"
Tracy looked at Nicole in a whole new light.
"This isn't at all what I expected."
"I can imagine."
"Are you saying I should have flings too?"
"Any kind of fun you want. Why should he have it all?"
"Good question. Fucking good question. But if he finds out-"
"Stand-off. He's as guilty as you. Worse. He drove you to it."
"Good point," Tracy said. "Bastard."
"Easy now, let's keep it civilized."
"You seem to have all the answers," Tracy said. "Where would I start having all this fun I'm entitled to?"
"Why not right here?"
"What?"
"I'm not sure you're ready for another man just yet, if you don't mind my saying so. You should ease into it. And I'd be happy to help."
"My God!" Tracy gasped. "You? Me? Us?"
Nicole laughed sweetly. "Unless you could think of someone you'd prefer more."
"Gosh, I don't think so."
"Think about it. Think about how good I can make you feel. How wild, how sexy, how free."
Tracy smiled suddenly, almost giggling. "Damn. That's quite a pitch."
"Let me show you something," Nicole said, and got gracefully to her feet. Standing in front of Tracy, she calmly began to undress.
"Oh no, you're not going to-"
She inhaled sharply as Nicole pulled her blouse open, revealing her perky, braless tits.
"You are, you bad thing! You're gonna strip! Naked?"
"Naked." Nicole smiled, loosening her slacks. She took off her shoes and stepped out of her pants.
"Then what?" Tracy asked, her eyes flitting over the older woman's body.
"We'll see. How do you like it so far?"
"You always were a looker, Nicole. Sometimes I've been jealous."
"With your body? You're nuts!"
When Tracy showed a flattered smile, Nicole shifted closer. "Wanna do the rest?"
"If I did that I'd have to follow through and do everything," Tracy said.
"Would that be so bad?"
Letting her big, warm brown eyes move along Nicole's sexy form, Tracy deliberately set her purse aside. Nicole moved closer still. Tracy reached toward the blonde woman's thighs.
Barely touching the smooth skin, she moved her hands up to Nicole's hips. Gingerly, she pinched the hip-strands of her bikini-style undies and pulled down. When Nicole's cunt-bush came into view, Tracy bit daintily on her bottom lip.
From there on, Tracy's inhibitions seemed to fall away from her. She slid Nicole's panties down and held them so the blonde could step out of them.
"You foxy bitch," Tracy said affectionately. "How many other unsuspecting wives have you corrupted like this?"
"Doesn't matter. I only go after the ones who need it."
"I guess what does matter is you know what's good for me."
Nicole lifted the veil from Tracy's eyes and removed the stylish little hat. She lifted the brunette's chin and lightly kissed her on the lips. Then Nicole took her hand.
"For you, Tracy, I think the bedroom is appropriate."
"Where else?"
"Oh, here and there," Nicole said, smiling.
Nicole walked arm in arm with Tracy to the master bedroom. The bed she had shared with Mark for so long was waiting, but the memories were not. They were tucked away in the back of her mind, safe and secure, and it seemed as if they would never dream of interrupting her fun.
Touching Tracy's lips with flirting kisses, Nicole slipped the woman's jacket off, loosened her skirt and let it fall, then lifted off her satin blouse. She unfastened Tracy's lacy bra and slipped her fingers around to cradle her tits in her fingers.
"You're turning me on," Tracy said in a whisper, both amazed and delighted. "I haven't been this horny in months!"
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Nicole said.
She removed Tracy's bra, then kissed her way down the front of the married woman's body. Her hands busied themselves with Tracy's hosiery and panties as she whisked her tongue over the brunette's tummy.
With Tracy naked, Nicole stood and caught her hand again. She moved onto her knees on the bed and drew the woman on with her. They leaned against each other, Tracy's tits smothering Nicole's, and shared in a lasting kiss. Each reached around to fondle the other's asscheeks.
Tracy shuddered with excitement, and it sent a wicked thrill through Nicole.
Horny as she was, Nicole held herself in check. She didn't want to ravish the young woman at the risk of scaring her away.
Nicole drew one hand around and pushed it between their bodies. She curled her fingers underneath Tracy, fitting them on the steamy softness of her tender pussy.
Tracy grinned giddily and almost shied away, but the good feelings stopped her. She pushed her pussy out and moved her hips to and fro, working against Nicole's bold caresses.
"I think I wanna try that myself!" Tracy gasped, and slipped a hand around to Nicole's aroused cunt.
For lasting moments the two women fingered the outer folds of each other's cunt. Their mouths became embroiled in tongue-coiling kisses. Their tits brushed together, their hot skin becoming sticky as they held one another.
Then they toppled over. Lying together on their sides, they each folded a leg into the air. Their hands remained on one another's pussy. Nicole teased a fingertip into Tracy's cunt, and the heavy-breathing brunette followed her lead.
Tracy giggled. "This is so sexy! I can't believe it! Put your finger in deeper!"
Tracy pressed inward with a probing finger. But the tall blonde wasn't far behind.
"Am I wet enough for you?" Tracy asked.
"Are you ever! And hot too! So sexy!" Nicole treated Tracy to a juicy kiss, then fucked her finger boldly in and out.
"Nnnnnnnn!" Tracy groaned in response, moving her pussy-pumping finger with a sudden urgency. She pushed the front of her body against Nicole's.
Nicole prolonged the kiss and squirmed against Tracy as they both continued frigging each other's increasingly fevered pussy-hole.
"I'm gonna give you two fingers!" Nicole murmured.
"Fun!" Tracy squealed. She drew her folded leg up toward the side of her body and curved her spread pussy out to give easy access.
Nicole tensed her middle finger alongside her forefinger and slid them into the woman's streaming cunt. She fucked them in and out briefly, then penetrated deep and held them there.
"Now you're gonna get your own medicine," Tracy said in a sexy voice.
She promptly gave Nicole's cunt the lewd, two-fingered treatment. Both females shared a girlish laugh, thoroughly enjoying their uninhibited naughtiness.
The finger-stroking resumed and hot and heavy kisses rolled on. Their initial giddiness faded as deeper excitement claimed them. More sober intent expressions masked their lovely faces as their climaxes slowly built.
Their slender hands sawed back and forth between each other's satiny thighs, shiny wet fingers sliding in and out of their grasping cunts. Sometimes dizzingly fast, sometimes agonizingly slow, they stoked each other's sexual fires, building passions to the boiling point, until at last they went bucking out of control with the surging sensations of climax.
CHAPTER SIX
Much later, Tracy left and Nicole took a long, hot shower. She was lounging in a plush, full-length white bathrobe on the living room couch when the doorbell rang.
It was Darrell Latimer, one of the four men on her list of enemies. He was the oldest of the group, around forty, with a weather-beaten face, ruggedly handsome good looks.
He greeted Nicole with a big, folksy grin. "Hello, doll. Long time no see."
Nicole didn't know what to make of this development. He hadn't shown his face around her since he and the others had betrayed Mark.
"Darrell," she said, "what brings you around?"
"I just didn't want to miss out on my chance to contribute to charity."
"Somebody's been talking," she said. "Or do you have secret microphones in the offices of your so-called friends?"
He didn't deny it. "A fella needs to know what's going on, otherwise he might miss out."
"Come in," she said pleasantly enough. "I hope you brought your checkbook."
"Got it right next to my heart," he said, stepping past her.
Nicole closed the door, turned, and found herself face to face with him. She sensed there weren't going to be any preliminaries, not from the way his eyes were roving her robe-clad body.
To give herself a feeling of control, Nicole made the first move.
She pulled the robe open, holding it out with her hands on cocked hips.
"This what you were wondering about?" she murmured.
He showed amusement, and an appreciation for her sense of style.
"Yeah, baby," he said, still grinning, "that's it. Part of it."
Nicole shrugged and the robe fell from her shoulders. She let it drop to the floor and stood naked before him.
Her anticipation grew keener as he stepped closer. He slid a hand around her waist, suddenly yanking her body up hard against his. He seemed to be testing her, as if he didn't quite believe her actions were for real.
"You always struck me as such a stuck-up bitch," he said quietly.
"I'll bet you just itched to put me in my place."
"I did, but now I'm thinkin' I don't have to. Looks like you're findin' it all by yourself."
"My place," she said. "That would be attached to your cock in some way, wouldn't it?"
"My cock, my bed, something like that."
"I don't know if that's my place," Nicole said, "but I wouldn't mind visiting."
"Shoot," he said, chuckling. "You're sure comin' around, for a stuck-up bitch."
"You call all your women names like that?"
"You tellin' me you're not stuck-up? Or weren't?"
"Not in the slightest. You just don't know a sweet, old-fashioned girl when you see one."
He chuckled again.
"Anyway, I am what I am," Nicole said, "and you seem to like it."
He slid his hand down onto an asscheek and squeezed hard.
"Well stud," she said, "you've got me where you want me. What're you gonna do about it?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her challenge was answered. As quick as a wink, his mouth was on hers. It felt as if he was intent on devouring her. Nicole yielded without a tight. In fact, she gave in quite enthusiastically. She felt a shade guilty for responding so eagerly to him.
But there was that ruggedness about him, and sheer physical strength, and willpower, and animal-like hunger, and man-sized virility. It was like being a native girl up against a great white hunter.
There was a part in every woman that wanted to be dominated, she supposed. By the right man for the job.
Continuing to boldly explore her mouth with his tongue, Darrell put both hands on her ass. He pulled her against his body and moved his pelvis to rub his cock-bulge against her tummy. Nicole wrapped her legs around him and held on tight.
Then he was bending, picking her up in his arms and starting for the stairs. He wasn't showing a bit of strain, making her feel petite and girlish. And helpless.
Reaching the upstairs hallway, Nicole pointed to the half-open door of the guest room. Her bedroom was still a mess from her tryst with Tracy and she didn't want Darrell catching on.
A queen-sized bed awaited them. Darrell dropped her onto it and she propped herself up to watch him undress. Her knees rose and fell as she rubbed her thighs against each other, squeezing her cunt. Excitement was clawing at her insides, anticipation making her pulse pound and her pussy itch with need.
He was built as solidly as she had imagined, with a healthy coat of hair over his chest and belly. His prick-shaft reached out from his groin as smooth and bald as could be. It seemed shiny, too, especially around the cock-head, as if well-polished from continuous use.
Underneath, not as hairy as the rest of him, hung his swollen balls, she could make out their fat shapes in his loose sac.
"That's some cock you have there," Nicole said. "What're you gonna do with it?"
Darrell moved onto his knees on the bed. His hard-on swung from side to side.
Darrell straddled Nicole at the waist, then slid forward on his knees. Anticipating his intentions, Nicole let her body sag to give him room to continue forward. She tilted her head forward to meet him.
His rigidly extended prick eased up to her mouth. She knew he wasn't going to stop. She opened her mouth and his pulsing prick slid in past the oval of her lips, over her quivering tongue, all the way into her throat.
"That's what I'm gonna do," he said.
Nicole let her head fall back as she sucked up and off of his prick. She looked up past his flared cock-head as she rubbed her cheeks against the saliva-slicked cock-shaft.
"For starters, I'll bet," she whispered.
"That's right, for starters. You're gonna be very familiar with my cock before I'm done."
"I'm looking forward to it!" she gurgled.
Darrell slid his ass back, and as her head came back up, he pushed his cock into her lips again. This time Nicole held her head upright and Darrell worked his cock in and out of her sucking grasp, fucking her mouth.
For now he was taking it nice and easy, somewhat unexpectedly, but she wasn't complaining. She enjoyed the feeling of the cock sliding in and out.
She puckered her lips, wanting to reach as far down on his cock-length as she could to caress him with the super-smooth lining of the front of her mouth. She slowly tilted her head from side to side, giving his prick more friction.
"I guess you're not stuck-up," Darrell said presently. "But from the way you suck, I don't think you're old-fashioned, either."
Nicole tilted her head back, disengaging her mouth from his hard-on and lightly rubbing it with her face again as she slyly looked up at him.
"Maybe I'm not," she murmured softly. "Completely, that is."
Darrell fucked his cock back into her mouth, and as he resumed pumping, he leaned away from her slightly. He reached back with one hand and sliced his fingers between her pressing thighs. Her legs parted for him and he fit his hand on her hot, damp pussy-folds.
Rich stirrings of arousal flowed through Nicole as Darrell's heavy but nimble fingers started to manipulate her cunt-flesh. Her sucking mouth tightened around his prick.
His easy thrusts became quicker as his arousal climbed. The tips of his fingers burrowed into her dewy cunt opening and twirled, stirring her passions to a wilder frenzy. He was making her want a fuck pretty bad. She wondered if he'd make her beg for it.
Suddenly Darrell pulled his cock from the hot suction of Nicole's mouth and backed down her body, his wet hard-on wagging lewdly in the air. Nicole was tempted to grab it, but she too was too horny for delays.
Darrell placed his legs between Nicole's and fell forward onto straight arms. His cock came down across her pelvis and belly, burning her flesh with surprising heat. She kicked her knees into the air, folding her legs back, tilting her pussy up. She made low moaning sounds as she squirmed beneath him.
His arrogant grin returned. "You want it pretty bad, don't you?"
"Don't gloat!" she moaned. "I'm naturally horny!"
"Not this horny."
"Shut up and fuck me! I know you want to! You want it as bad as I do, stud!"
His ass lifted, and his cock slid down off of her. She took hold of his cock and pulled the cock-head against her craving fuck-hole.
"Ooooh!" he groaned. "I like it already! You're not uptight, baby, you're pussy-tight! Fantastic!"
She gripped and pulled and felt him penetrate farther into her shivery-hot pussy.
He needed no further encouragement. He let the weight of his mid-section send his prick the rest of the way into her pussy. His hips squirmed against her ass and thighs, his crotch grinding provocatively against her clit.
"Good cock!" Nicole murmured sexily. "Fits like a dream!"
"You've got pluck, I like that. And it comes natural, I like that too. Usually I have to get a girl a little mad before it shows."
Remaining propped up on his arms, Darrell started to fuck her. Again, to start off with, he was taking it easy, tantalizing her with lazy thrusts, and enjoying himself at the same time.
Minutes later he surprised her by pulling his cock from the suction of her cunt. He sat back on his heels and told her to turn over.
Nicole bounced onto her Knees, her ass in the air and her shoulders down on the bedding. He fucked his prick home into her cunt and gave her quick hard strokes.
"Ever take it in the ass?" he asked.
"Oh God!" she groaned.
"I told you, you were gonna be very familiar with my cock before this was over!"
Nicole had one finger in her mouth, wetting it. She reached back and ran the saliva-coated digit into her shitter, seeking to loosen and lubricate it in preparation. She wet her middle finger and used that on her asshole, then Darrell pulled her hand out of the way and she braced herself.
She was too aroused to tight anything. She actually wanted him in her ass.
His cock, wet with pussy-juice, entered her asshole with unexpected ease and tilled her with a raw excitement. Nicole switched her hand to her pussy and started frigging her clit to maintain the arousal she had been enjoying.
"Ooooohhh!" she cried out as her climax started. "Oooohhh! Oh God! Oh shit, fuck me like that! Fuck me harder! Uuunnnhhh! Fuck me now, fuck me!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Darrell had a wife named Robin, a stunning, full-bodied redhead who'd put in a few years as a dancer in casino shows. She had raised two kids to college age and still had energy for more, considering the community and charity work she did.
Nicole wondered how she could possibly get anywhere with Robin. Nicole was on the verge of forgetting about her, leaving her alone, when Robin called.
"Darrell remarked the other night that you were into some charity work of your own," Robin said on the phone. "I wonder if we shouldn't get together and see if we can't do anything for each other?"
"I don't think we can," Nicole said. "But I would like to see you. Come over."
They set a date for the next afternoon.
Robin was the only woman Nicole knew who was as tall as she was. She had a better figure too, especially up top. And she was as stunning as ever, Nicole saw, when Robin arrived at her door the next day.
Tea was waiting, and they sat together on the couch to drink and catch up. Inevitably the question of which charity Nicole was involved with came up.
"Nothing official, kind of a personal thing you might say," Nicole said. "I sure don't work at it like you do. God, what drives you?"
"I've wondered that myself. It beats sitting at home, I guess."
"You must get lonely."
"Well, if you keep busy, you don't notice so much."
It was just as Nicole had suspected. Robin's work was a cover for a lack of fulfillment. All that energy was coming from an untapped sexual dynamo.
"What do you do for fun?" Nicole asked.
"Fun? Nothing, really. I enjoy being busy."
"You must be tempted to indulge yourself sometimes."
"What are you getting at?"
Nicole put her cup and saucer on the coffee table and faced Robin, leaning toward her.
"You wanna know what my real charity is?" she asked conversationally. "Frustrated wives."
"Frustrated wives?" Robin said, mildly taken aback.
"We all have needs, Robin. It's not natural to stifle or ignore them. And I have a feeling you've been doing just that."
"Do you."
"Look into my eyes, and guess," Nicole said, giving Robin a sultry look.
"You don't mean-oh! You do mean that! My God, Nicole, you're a-a-"
"I go both ways. And right now I'd like to take you with me, Robin. Does that appeal to you at all?"
"I don't know. I haven't had time to think."
"Don't think," Nicole said. "Feel. And don't be shy. I won't hold anything against you, except maybe my lips, a finger or two...."
"You're terrible." Robin blushed.
"The word is bad," Nicole said. "You wanna be bad with me?"
"You're not kidding, are you? I can't believe this!"
Nicole seized the moment. She slid toward Robin on the couch, leaning lightly against the redhead, their eyes locked together.
Robin's hem was just up over her knees. Nicole touched a hand to her nearest leg and let it linger there.
"I could give you such a hot time," she said, "if you'll let me."
"It feels a little late to try to stop you!"
Robin whispered shakily.
The two women were facing each other. Nicole tilted her head and pressed her lips to Robin's in a long kiss. She pressed harder, seeing a response. Robin trembled and seemed to fall back against the couch.
Nicole went with her, maintaining the kiss. As Robin settled, the blonde widow kissed her harder still. Finally the redhead's mouth yielded, accepting the kiss and Nicole's flirting tongue.
Nicole brought her hand up the inside of the woman's near thigh. Suddenly encountering bare flesh, Nicole realized Robin was wearing nylons and garters.
"Why, you sexy thing!" Nicole exclaimed. "Wearing things like that! Have I underestimated you?"
"Sometimes I like to feel sexy."
"Good for you. What else have you got on under there?"
"Kiss me some more and I'll show you!"
"You catch on fast." Nicole smiled and pushed her mouth against Robin's. She moved her hand on the woman's bare thigh, inching higher. The legs parted for her with a sigh from Robin, and she fit her hand on the woman's satin-covered crotch. Robin sighed again and widened the spread of her legs.
"It's nice to be touched, isn't it?"
"Oh yes!" Robin exhaled. "I think I'm about to go crazy!"
"Great!"
"You look kind of horny yourself. You really like girls?"
"I eat them up."
Robin grinned at a dirty thought. "Would you like to see my menu?" Nicole smiled.
"I can't believe what I'm about to do," Robin said as she got to her feet. With a dancer's grace, she spun to face Nicole.
"Ever worked as a stripper?" Nicole asked, lounging on the couch.
"Not until now." Robin smiled. Her lingers went without hesitation to the buttons that ran down the front of her dress. Her hips swayed from side to side. "Tell me again how much you like girls!"
"I'm wet, that's how much. My clit is getting stiff! You're lucky I haven't torn your clothes off already and tied you down and had my way with you!"
"That might not have been so bad," Robin said, and pulled her arms free of the dress, then pushed it from her hips, letting it fall.
A lacy bra cradled her high-slung tits, seeming to set them on display for erotic consumption. Around her slender waist was an elegant garter-belt, a pair of brief panties pulled on over the suspender straps, hugging her flared hips.
Robin's fingers lingered at the front clasp of her bra.
"I've had a few compliments on these," she said. "I hope you like them."
She pulled her bra open and bared her tits.
A hot flash of excitement went through Nicole at first sight of them, and she gave a small squirm.
"Mouth-watering!" she gasped. "Now show me your ass!"
Robin turned, looking back over a shoulder as she hooked her thumbs in her panties to either side of her jutting ass. Slowly, teasingly, she exposed herself.
Nicole pushed herself off the couch, moving to a kneeling position behind the redhead. Pushing her face up against one pliant asscheek, she licked at it with a long, broad wipe of her tongue. She went from a kiss to an open-mouthed suck.
"Now that's what I call a compliment," Robin said with trembly excitement. She gave a sweet wiggle of her ass.
"Push your panties all the way down," Nicole said.
Robin complied, not quite sure what was going to happen to her. She bent over, her back straight, sliding her panties down her nyloned shanks. The cleft of her ass widened as it was pushed out at Nicole, and the woman's asshole and pussy came into view.
When Robin had her panties down to her ankles, Nicole said, "Hold tight. I wanna do something."
The blonde widow extended her tongue and flicked it into the top of Robin's asscrack. She whisked her probe farther down into it, touching Robin's pink asshole, then continuing. With half of her face pressed into the furrow dividing Robin's asscheeks and leading to her crotch, Nicole kissed and licked at the folds of the redhead's cunt. Then she shifted to one side, resting the side of her face on the smoothness of one asscheek.
"Know why I did that?" she asked.
"Because you're bad!"
"I wanted to fix it so that from now on you'd have nothing to be ashamed of-or inhibited by. I wanted to show you we can do any dirty little thing we think of!"
Robin straightened slowly, stepped out of her panties, then turned to look down at Nicole. "I get the message."
"Show me!"
A look of temptation filled Robin's hungry expression. She combed her fingers into Nicole's hair and took hold. Lifting a leg and draping it over the blonde's shoulder, she pulled Nicole's face into her crotch.
Delight brightened Nicole's eyes as she looked up Robin's voluptuous body. Her hot tongue snaked out and slithered to and fro on Robin's swelling pussy-lips.
Nicole lifted her hands from between Robin's legs and fit them on her deliciously high, round ass. She clutched at and kneaded the packed flesh as she probed and licked into her pussy.
Robin pulled at Nicole's soft hair, holding her mouth greedily against her cunt.
"Make me come!" Robin gasped. "I need it so bad, and you're the only one! God, do it for me, will you, honey?"
Nicole responded readily to the plea from the lusty redhead. She slid her hands up on Robin's hips and pulled herself up harder against her streaming cunt.
She wedged her tongue into Robin's cunt and suddenly licked deep, deep inside. For lasting moments she continued the stabbing caresses, whipping Robin into an even wilder frenzy of passion.
When Robin wanted her clit scratched, all she had to do was tilt her pelvis slightly and Nicole's sliding tongue scraped against it.
"Nnnnnn!" Robin groaned, a flashing smile spreading her lips as her face turned toward the ceiling. "Oh, lover, where have you been for the last ten years? Mmmmmm, I can't stand it, it's so good!"
Nicole honed in on Robin's clit, not letting it get away from her for a second. She flicked and fluttered the end of her tongue on the inflamed bud of flesh, sweeping Robin up to the peaks of pleasure and beyond, making her feel as if she would crash into the sun.
Searing pleasure shook her body time and time again as her climax exploded. Robin shivered and shook against Nicole's mouth, years of pent-up lust running wild through her fantastic body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ryan Tolbert was the last man on Nicole's list, and there was a reason for it. She figured him to be the most difficult. Indeed, it took her three phone calls before he would consent to give her five minutes of his time.
As Nicole was shown into his oak-paneled office, he remained seated behind his desk. He showed her cool indifference he reserved for most everyone.
Nicole walked up to his desk at her own pace and stood before him with her hands clasped, her hips cocked to one side. She had on a snug black mini-dress.
"What is it you want?" he asked, sitting back in his chair.
"To give you a chance to do a good deed. There's a modest charity I've become involved with. I thought you might want to make a donation."
"What made you think that? Or that I was in favor of good deeds?"
"Well, you've got the money, for one thing."
"Not money to give away."
"I know. You like getting something in return. I've been seeing a lot of that lately."
"I'm sorry."
"No sweat. I do have something you want."
She noted the first real glimmer of interest in his eyes. But, as expected, he played it cool.
"I did want you-once," he said. "Am I supposed to believe something's changed?"
"What else?"
"You're just trying to drive a hard bargain. You like hard bargains."
"With good reason. They've gotten me where I am today."
"Then I'm right. You still want me."
Ryan shrugged.
"The only thing left is the price," Nicole said. "We could wonder about that all day, though. Why don't we break things down into parts?"
He seemed to be enjoying her in his masked way. "A sound strategy."
"First, let's establish what's up for grabs." Nicole reached back and eased down the zipper of her dress. Then she slowly pulled the hem up over her hips, revealing the dark stockings underneath, the lacy black garter-belt and matching G-string panties. She peeled the dress up and off. She had on a skimpy black bra.
She gave Ryan's eyes a moment to survey her. "What would you offer for the removal of the two garments that are left?"
"Five hundred."
"Each," she said.
"Done. Bra and panties."
She removed the bra first. Then she peeled the triangular patch of cloth from her cunt mound. Slowly, she turned her back to him, looking back over her shoulder. She eased her thumbs around to her ass and pushed the ribbon-like rear of her panties from her asscrack.
Nicole started to bend over. Continuing to push her panties down her long legs, she bent herself almost double. After slowly straightening upright, she turned back to Ryan.
"Closer look?" she asked. "A thousand."
"Don't think you're not being stingy," she said, moving onto his broad desk. On her hands and knees, she posed herself in profile near the back edge, right in front of him.
Then she shifted onto her hip, propping herself up on a straight arm and lifting her one leg into the air. She fingered the edge of her cunt-bush with her free hand, gazing at him.
"What am I bid for me to touch my pussy?"
"Two thousand!"
"I'll let you off easy," she said, and slipped her fingers over her cunt mound, onto the partly separated lips of her cunt. She stroked to and fro over her pussy for a moment, then lifted her other fingers out of the way as she teased the tip of her middle finger at her moistening fuck-hole.
"I'll stick it in if it's worth my while."
To her it was a game. To him it was business. For both, it was more fun all the time.
"Two thousand."
She shook her head, clicking her tongue admonishingly. "Shame on you!"
"Three thousand," he said easily. "Better."
Nicole inserted the full length of her middle finger.
"I'll stroke it for nothing," she said, and fucked her finger in and out. "You can have a taste if the price is right."
"Fifteen hundred."
"For that you only get the finger," Nicole said.
She took her digit from her cunt and held it out for Ryan. She traced his upper lip with the tip, giving him a scent, then slid her finger into his mouth. He helped himself to a few slow sucks.
"Five thousand dollars for some of the real thing," she said, returning her finger to her cunt.
"Four."
"Five," she said. "For all you can eat!"
He smiled at the prospect. Nicole swung her legs out over the edge of the desk as she twisted around onto her ass. She lounged back on both elbows, her pussy spread in front of Ryan.
He bent forward in his chair and nuzzled her soft pussy-folds. His tongue slipped out and started lapping over her increasingly horny pussy.
Ryan hadn't struck her as a man who would enjoy much besides business, but from the way he moved his tongue on her cunt, she realized he was a guy who had a real taste for pussy, as well.
Her shapely legs lolled in the air and her head tilted back as she gave herself over to the pleasures of the moment. Ryan's tongue was sliding over her pussy, his fingers having pulled aside her cunt-folds.
Ryan slid his ass off his chair and settled on his knees before Nicole. Clutching at her outer pussy, he burrowed into her with his tongue, grinding it around and around against her sensitized pussy-flesh.
Nicole couldn't stop herself from squirming, and she didn't try.
"Oooooh!" Nicole squealed nastily. "That's some tongue you have there!" She rocked her hips to and fro, prodding his chin with her inner asscheeks. "I'm gonna give you a free treat, if you want! Use your fingers on me!"
She saw his eyes brighten at the suggestion. He pulled his mouth from her cunt and looked down into it as he brought a forefinger to the parted, wet flesh. He teased the tip in and out of her cuntal opening, then fucked it all the way into her streaming cunt-hole.
"Iiiiiieee!" Nicole squealed. "Oh, man, you're not shy, are you?"
Ryan honed in on her clit with his tongue. For lasting moments he flicked and fingered at her pussy, driving Nicole up a wall of pure passion, every heartbeat seeming to lift her a notch higher.
"I'm gonna come if you keep doing me like that," she said throatily. "You wouldn't just be trying to soften me up, would you?"
She saw him smile slyly up at her.
"Forget it," she said. "I'm too committed to hard bargains myself to let a little orgasm interfere."
He was using two fingers on her now, and his tongue was flying over her sweetly stinging clit virtually nonstop. Nicole felt her nerve endings begin to spark, and she knew her climax was at hand.
Grunting sounds rasped out of her throat as her body went into carnal convulsions. Her wildly spasming cunt gushed fuck-juices which were promptly slurped into Ryan's mouth. It took a long time for her to come back down, and when she did, she found Ryan looking up at her as he softly licked at her calming pussy-flesh.
"I love to watch a woman come," he murmured. "Makes me feel I'm on top of things."
"Care to try for seconds?"
"If the price is right."
"Why don't you think it over some more while you get undressed?"
"Now I think you're trying to soften me up," Ryan said, but he stood and slipped off his jacket.
Nicole lay flat on the desk, her folded legs still drawn back. "Like to see me play with myself?"
Nicole slid both hands down between her thighs. She cupped her ass for a moment, then drew her fingers up to either side of her cunt. She started manipulating her outer cunt-folds with her fingertips, appearing to massage the ridges and hollows.
As Ryan proceeded to undress, she began to slip a finger or two into her pussy, slowly pumping them from either side.
"What about my asshole?" she asked. "Would it give you a kick to see me finger that?"
"Five thousand bucks," he said.
He was down to his shorts now, and as Nicole lifted her head, she spotted an obscene lump at his crotch.
She drew her legs farther back, curving her body to further expose her asshole. Then she extended the middle finger of her right hand and touched the tip to her shitter.
She worked her hand from side to side as she pushed, as if she had to wedge and pry her finger inside. Getting in to the first knuckle, she jiggled her finger in the tight socket, then forced her digit all the way in.
Her lips were parted as she gazed intently down her body and started working her finger in and out of her asshole. Presently her eyes lifted to Ryan's and she showed a lewd smile. "Care to try?"
"Turn over. Feet on the floor."
Nicole unfolded her legs and placed her heels on his shoulders. "I'm waiting for a bid."
"Are you that devoted to this charity of yours, or do you get off on playing whore? Or both?"
Nicole smiled. She watched his eyes travel down her body to her crotch. He was becoming captivated by what he took to be her utterly corrupt nature. It seemed to really appeal to him.
"Twenty-five hundred," he said. "And five thousand to fuck you at the same time."
Nicole took her heels off his shoulders and dropped her feet to the floor, her body swinging upright before him. Before turning her back to him and bending over, she pushed his shorts down and gave his hardon a few smooth strokes.
The front of her body and one cheek on the desk, Nicole reached back, dug her fingers into her asscheeks and drew them apart.
Ryan started off with a forefinger in her cunt. When he had coated it with wetness, he moved it to her asshole and patiently stroked it deeper and deeper into her shitchute. He fucked his prick into her cunt in a similar fashion.
The double penetration sent hot chills through Nicole. The lingering satisfaction of her climax was swallowed up by the rise of a fresh need.
Nicole moved from side to side, provoking Ryan to more intense thrusts. She rotated her ass in a broad circle, further stirring him around inside her, provoking her own excitement.
"Goddamn sexy bitch!" Ryan gasped. "And I think you mean every bit of it!"
"I can't fight it, stud. You really do it for me. The way you finger me, the way you fuck me. God, I'm gonna come again!"
"Fuckin' right you are. And I'm gonna come with you. I'm gonna flood your cunt with my cum!"
"Yes!" she gasped. "Yes!"
His ass whipped back and forth with blurring speed. His hand worked even faster.
Nicole wiggled and shook her ass, giving as good as she got, and together they went crashing toward a shared, searing climax.
The burning sensations lanced them both, tearing through their charged bodies like lightning bolts. It knocked the wind out of them, causing Ryan to sag forward onto Nicole's limp body.
He had flooded her cunt, as promised. She felt the heat of it wash back and start to trail down the insides of her thighs.
"I don't know what the total is," he said. "Say thirty thousand. I'll double it if you'll let my secretary join us."
"Sold!" Nicole exclaimed.
CHAPTER NINE
Ryan propped himself up on an elbow as he reached for the phone, holding Nicole under him on the desk. He buzzed his secretary, and said, "Sondra, would you come in for a moment? And lock the door on your way in."
"You've been fucking her, I assume," Nicole said.
"Sweet young thing. She'll do anything I ask. Seems to get off on it."
"How lucky for you both."
"I wanna get hard again and fuck you in the ass."
"Round it off to seventy-five thousand and you can do any fucking thing you want."
"That's a lot of money."
The door opened and a blonde woman entered. She had a chesty build, a gorgeous, exotic sort of face, and large blue eyes. She showed no surprise at what she saw happening. She calmly locked the door and came over.
Ryan pushed himself upright behind Nicole, looking at his secretary. "Take off your clothes, Sondra."
"Yes sir," Sondra said with a dash of enthusiasm.
She doffed blouse and skirt, revealing a wonderful pair of jutting tits, a trim waist, and sexy, full hips. She stepped out of her bikini panties, leaving her in black garterbelt and matching nylons, plus shoes.
"That's fine," Ryan said. "Now come around the desk."
Nicole lifted her head and looked back over a shoulder as Sondra went to Ryan. His spent prick slipped from Nicole as he turned toward his secretary. He gave her a sweet kiss.
"You like my cum, don't you, Sondra?"
"I love it," she said.
"Then clean up this little mess and make her ready to be fucked in the ass."
Ryan backed away as Sondra knelt in his place behind Nicole. Without missing a beat, the wanton secretary ducked underneath to start licking off the trail of spilled jizz that ran down Nicole's inner thighs.
Nicole faced forward as Ryan moved around in front of her. She stretched forward, her chin just above the front edge of the desk, and parted her lips. Ryan lifted his cum-drenched prick and pushed it into her mouth.
Nicole fastened her lips at the very base of his cock and sucked like a baby at the tit. At the same time, she moved her nimble tongue all over the soft tube of cock-flesh and scrubbed it clean of their mingled juices.
Sondra was a sexy girl, and from the way she was going after Ryan's spunk, she really did love it. She wasn't shy around girls either, from the way she was starting to rub her tongue over Nicole's cunt-meat.
Two things happened suddenly. Ryan's cock gave a small surge, showing it was coming back to life in Nicole's sucking mouth, and Sondra's tongue hit on the widow's clit.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Nicole moaned.
"One of us is doing something right," Ryan said to his secretary.
Then Nicole felt Sondra's tongue burrow into her cunt in search of cum, and another flash of renewing arousal hit her.
Nicole held fast to Ryan's cock-meat, bobbing her head slightly to pull at his flesh. Then she allowed the tight ring of her lips to slide over his slowly responding prick. She moved her head about more quickly, appearing to be trying to wrestle satisfaction out of his cock and passion into it.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned, again pleased by developments at both ends. Ryan's cock was filling out nicely. Sondra's lips were open and puckered, and she was sucking at Nicole's Cunt-hole with wet, smoochy slurps.
Nicole sighed in a pleased manner and continued mouthing Ryan's cock. She slipped a hand onto his balls and tickled them, then reached farther back and tickled his taint. And finally, with the tip of her middle finger, she rubbed sweaty asscrack and shitter.
Ryan's prick had a nice rigidity to it now. She swept her mouth over it from top to bottom, needing to throat the upper reaches to accomplish the task. She pressed into the steamy heat and tightness of his asshole, and her finger gained entry. She stroked with her fingertip and felt his cock swell in response.
Suddenly Sondra's fingers were clutching at Nicole's asscheeks. The tip of her tongue drifted up toward her waiting, unprotected asshole. The warm, wet probe circled the pink-fleshed rim for long moments before centering on it fully.
Nicole responded with a moan of encouragement and a wanting wriggle of her parted asscheeks. Sondra gave a low, throaty laugh of enjoyment.
"You don't need much help from me, do you, honey?" the slutty blonde secretary murmured. "You're ready for it! You want it!"
Nicole relinquished Ryan's hard-on with a slurp. "Play with me anyway. Maybe I'll pay you back when you sit on my face."
"I like the sound of that. But I was going to tongue your shit-hole anyway. You're a real sexy bitch!"
She slurped Ryan's lip-stretching, throat-probing cock back into her mouth.
"I've had a few compliments," Sondra murmured against the crack of Nicole's ass. "I think you'll like what you see, smell, and taste!"
With that she stuck her tongue out and stuffed it brazenly into Nicole's shit-hole.
Nicole squirmed almost violently across Ryan's desk as she felt Sondra's wriggly tongue penetrate her shit-chute. It made her feel like a giddy teenager. She didn't know whether to squeal or moan. She just knew it was all screamingly good-and still getting better.
Ryan's fingers combed into Nicole's hair and held her head in place ass his hips started to move. Without forcing it, he fucked his cock in and out of her throat.
There was an urgency in the way Sondra's tongue swept in and out of Nicole's asshole, in the way she swirled it in the fiery entrance. Then she was using a wet finger on the tight ass-ring, massaging it into a relaxed state.
Nicole's insides drew tight with anticipation.
Ryan finally pulled his hard cock from her mouth and started back around the desk. Nicole lifted her head to follow him with her eyes, then pulled herself up onto the desk to change her position.
She lay down on her back again, her ass wiggling at the back edge, her folded legs in the air. Her hands were on the sides of her ass, as if lifting it in offering.
Sondra remained on her knees for the moment. She slid her wet finger back onto Nicole's asshole and stroked deep, moving her wrist in a circle to stretch Nicole's shitter.
Suddenly pulling her finger out, she moved out of the way. Ryan braced himself before Nicole with his feet apart and his cock sticking way out. It glistened with saliva.
Sondra wrapped her hand around the base and aimed it at Nicole's shitter. Nicole lifted her feet into the air and pulled her legs back.
Ryan's cockhead touched her like a flame. There was pressure, then he seemed to melt into her. Erotic sparks danced through Nicole as his prick slowly filled her shitchute with pulsing heat and manly hardness.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Nicole gasped. "Oh, so good! Careful! Oh, oh-oh shit, give it to me! I want it all! Oh yes! Yes!"
Sondra's hand fell away and the lower half of his fuck-length stabbed into Nicole's stretched shit-hole.
"God!" Nicole groaned. "It's stretching me to the limit! Oh, what a feeling! I love it! Stretch me!"
Sondra watched as the last of Ryan's prick fucked into Nicole's ass. Then she moved up onto the desk on her hands and knees. She swung around and straddled Nicole's shoulders, facing Ryan.
Knowing she had all of Ryan's prick, Nicole relaxed. Her eyes fluttered open and she was confronted by Sondra's wide, sexy ass and spread crotch as they lowered toward her face.
"Oh, I love it!" Nicole cried, taking her hands from her ass and placing them on Sondra's smooth asscheeks.
Sondra planted her hands on the backs of Nicole's thighs and wriggled down toward the widow's face.
Ryan leaned forward and cupped Sondra's face in his hands. While kissing her full on the mouth, he pulled his cock from the tightness of Nicole's ass.
Nicole tilted her head and stuck her tongue out of her mouth. She flicked and fluttered it all over Sondra's spread pussy as if trying to gobble it all at once. Kissing the swollen cunt-folds, she nudged her nose toward Sondra's asshole, and wriggled the tip in the pink hole.
Sondra responded with a soft, throaty laugh.
Nicole began to explore the hot ridges and hollows of the blonde secretary's outer pussy. She found some sweet fuck-juice that had oozed from within, and she probed beyond the opening, and if seeking the source.
"Nnnnnnnn!" Sondra groaned. "You're good, honey! Very good!"
Sondra's eyes were cast downward. She was watching Ryan's prick slide in and out, noticing how Nicole's ass-rim would seem to pucker outward or turn inward, depending on the direction of his thrust. She was utterly captivated by the lewd sight of it, the sheer raunchiness of it.
Nicole had other fascinations-such as Sondra's wet pussy. The inner flesh was such a hot pink, the wetness so delightful on her tongue, the heat like that of a furnace, she could have lain there gobbling it all day.
But her eyes kept drifting to the wanton woman's asshole, even as her tongue was savoring the more intimate depths of her fantastic pussy.
Nicole finally gave in. She brought a hand down around Sondra's hip, then fit a fingertip into her fuck-slit and frigged it into the woman's juicy cunt.
Lifting her head a fraction higher, she touched the end of her tongue to Sondra's asshole.
Nicole darted her tongue into Sondra's asshole. She firmed her tongue and pressed hard, and felt a wash of thrills as she got it in past Sondra's ass-ring.
"Nnnnhhh!" Sondra grunted in a raspy voice. Her body curved and twisted.
Sondra moved a hand down the widow's thigh and fit it against her cunt. While Ryan's prick fucked faster and faster underneath, Sondra curled two fingers and slid them into Nicole's heated pussy.
Nicole pushed her face into the hot, damp cleft between Sondra's asscheeks. She stabbed her tongue into the woman's open asshole. And she started using two fingers on Sondra's cunt.
Nicole rotated her ass and pussy as her climax built. The slides of Ryan's prick became horny thrusts as he sought his release. Sondra's fingers whipped in and out of Nicole's cunt with a raw urgency.
Intensity and urgency ran through all three of them. Their insides snapped and crackled with feverish carnal energy. Their minds spun out of control, their bodies bracing for the moment of ultimate pleasure.
Orgasm hit Nicole first. The energy of her release seemed to transfer to Ryan and Sondra. The blonde secretary quivered and quaked intensely above Nicole. Ryan's boiling spunk flowed into Nicole's ass, giving her a wickedly warm sensation.
As the last of his energy gave way, Ryan fell back into his chair. Sondra collapsed onto Nicole, who wrapped her weak legs around the woman's shoulders.
Too much, Nicole thought. Too fucking much.
Then she smiled and licked Sondra's pussy-lips.
CHAPTER TEN
Ryan represented the end of the line, as far as her enemies were concerned. And she was kind of sorry to see it. Not that she wanted more enemies, but they had given her some quality prick.
Two hundred and twenty thousand dollars was the final tally on her swindle. Quite the little nest egg. If anything went wrong and she had to get out of the country to avoid jail or further trouble, it would keep her in comfort until the statute of limitations ran out and she could come back.
* * *
Two days after the session on Ryan's desk, Delia Whitfield called Nicole at home.
"Long time no see, honey," she said cheerfully.
"Yes it has been," Nicole said. "I've been busy-up to all sorts of no good. How are you?"
"Just dying to see you."
"Maybe I can squeeze in a rendezvous."
"Great. This afternoon?"
"Um-"
"I've got a surprise for you."
"What kind of surprise?"
"A nice big juicy one! Say one-thirty?"
Nicole had been planning to seek out Ryan's wife Denise that afternoon, but Delia seemed so eager, she gave in. There was no rush with Denise.
"Okay, lover," Nicole said. "I'll be there."
* * *
"Get your buns in here, honey," Delia said brightly upon greeting Nicole at her door that afternoon.
There was a brightness in her eyes that hadn't been there at their first get-together.
"You sweet-talker, you," Nicole said, stepping into the sprawling, expensive house.
Delia hooked her arm with Nicole's. "Your surprise is waiting. Let's get right to it."
She started Nicole toward the stairs. "Is it bigger than a breadbox?" Nicole asked.
"Somewhat," Delia said slyly. "Does it have legs?"
"I'll say!"
Near the doorway to the master bedroom, Delia grasped Nicole's hand and took the lead. Nicole didn't quite know what to expect, though she had a few ideas. She suspected her surprise would be either male or female, though.
It was female, she found out upon being drawn into the spacious room. And not just any female. It was Denise, Ryan's wife!
She was on the rumpled bed, looking pretty mussed herself. Her long brown hair was sexily tousled. There was a shine of naughtiness in her dark eyes as she looked back over her shoulder at her prospective playmate. She was naked, revealing her great body.
"You two know each other, I believe," Delia said.
"We've met," Nicole said. "Under different circumstances."
Delia moved around the bed as Denise and Nicole held glimmering eye contact. She got onto the bed and dropped into a lounging position on the far side of Denise, quite cozy with the ravishing brunette.
Nicole's gaze shifted to Delia. "Looks like you've been up to no good."
"You showed me a few things. I thought I'd spread it around."
Nicole approached the foot of the bed. "And now spread some of it over me?"
"Why not?"
"Awful sweet of you. And so generous. Denise looks like something I might have kept to myself."
Denise rolled onto her side, stretching out with her back toward Delia. Her tits came prominently into view, and they were fabulous.
"Get comfortable," Delia said. "Then let's get acquainted."
Nicole reached back and ran down the zipper of her form-fitting dress. She slipped out of it with a few easy moves, showing that she was naked underneath.
"Dressed like that, you expected a romp, didn't you?" Delia asked.
Nicole moved onto her knees on the bed, then dropped forward onto straight arms. She toed her shoes off and let them drop to the floor. "I sensed something was up. But I didn't know it would be this tasty!"
"Tasty is right," Delia murmured, casting warm eyes in Denise's direction.
Denise smiled and stretched again. She seemed to be just biding her time until the fun started.
Nicole moved forward and reclined on her side in front of the tanned brunette, taking a moment to run her eyes over the woman's shapely body. She hungered to wrap her fingers and lips around those marvelously coned tits.
"Hello, Denise," Nicole murmured.
"Hello, Nicole. Lovely to see you."
"And you. And I do mean see you."
"Delia tells me it's a body made for sharing. I'm beginning to think she's right."
"Been having fun, huh?"
"A girl can always use a little more."
"Horny little bitch!" Nicole smiled with affection. She placed a warm hand on Denise's waist and shifted closer so that the fronts of their bodies touched.
Nicole leaned in slightly and touched her mouth to the soft, full lips of the wanton brunette.
Denise's mouth yielded readily to the easy probing of Nicole's kiss. She welcomed the warm lips and tongue as the most natural caress in the world. And in short order she was responding in kind.
Nicole slid her hand up on Denise's hot body. She molded her fingers to the curve of the brunette's tits and circled the nipple with her thumb.
Denise moved a hand onto Nicole's long, shapely body, following the curves from her thigh to her shoulder, then back down and around to Nicole's jutting asscheek. She groped the meaty crescent with naughty affection.
Delia moved up onto her knees and removed her dress. She wore nothing underneath.
Delia lowered herself behind Denise again, holding herself close. Her free hand slipped over the curve of the brunette's waist and down past her taut tummy. Delia's fingers moved onto Denise's patch of cunthair and lingered there for a moment, adding pressure and stroking with circular motions.
Denise twisted her hips slightly and threw one leg back over Delia's shanks. She squirmed, and the long-haired blonde knew just what she wanted.
As Nicole's and Denise's intimate kiss played on, and as Nicole fondled the woman's tits and Denise held and squeezed her sexy ass, Delia inched her fingers down onto the brunette's pussy.
Delia parted Denise's pussy-lips with two fingers. She fit her middle finger into the moist furrow of the brunette's cunt. Curling it, she teased her fingertip up the hot slit to her waiting clit.
Delia flicked against the aroused clit and watched the married woman's passionate responses with a lecherous enjoyment. Denise moved her mouth on Nicole's like a woman possessed. Her fingers clawed at the shorter-haired blonde's ass, then switched her hand to between Nicole's thighs and pawed avidly at her cunt-flesh.
"Mmmmmm!" Nicole moaned delightedly. "Aren't you the living live wire!"
"You're sexy enough," Denise said. "But when somebody gets going on my clit...."
The sleek brunette gave a sudden squirm as Delia rolled her cut.
"I see what you mean," Nicole murmured. "Let's see what your sweet tits do for you."
Nicole shifted her weight across the bed, bringing her head down to Denise's chest. Denise twisted onto her back and Nicole leaned over her to start flicking her soft tongue at the woman's tits. The tanned skin was impossibly smooth and scented with perfume.
Delia gently rubbed Denise's stiff clit, not wanting to give the woman too much excitement too soon. She slipped her finger down to the woman's bubbly fuck-hole and teased inside, prolonging the fun as she stoked the passionate fires burning within.
Nicole traced up onto a nipple with the tip of her tongue, slowly circling the stiff nipple. Then she let her tongue drift onto the other tit to give it the same treatment.
Nicole bit down on the nipple with her lips, then her teeth, then her lips again. She squeezed and plucked and pulled at it.
"Nnnnnn!" Denise whimpered breathily. "That's such a turn-on! Both of you, so good to me!"
Nicole felt a sudden hunger for Denise's pussy and saw no reason to deny herself. She was going to have it eventually anyway, and Delia was in a good position to take over for her on Denise's excited tits.
Nicole pushed herself farther down on the body of the brunette. She brushed her lips and tongue down Denise's stomach, teasing circles around the indent of her belly button.
Denise's leg started to draw up. Nicole let it slide underneath her as she moved between both parted legs. The front of her body came to rest against Delia's legs as she settled.
The woman's lightly haired cunt was tilted up and out, and held open by Delia's fingers. When Delia took her hand away, the cunt-lips remained parted, showing wetness and the inner flesh.
Nicole watched Delia's hand slide up to grope Denise's tits and pinch the nipples. Then her eyes lowered, and she flicked her tongue against Denise's cunt. The quick motions continued, lightly scraping over the horny brunette's clit.
Denise shuddered with arousal and squirmed against Delia. The long-haired blonde wrapped both arms around Denise, crossing her wrists and fitting a hand on each tit.
Denise reached down and placed her hand on Delia's pussy. Delia's thighs parted and Denise started frigging her.
Nicole watched part of that action, but most of her attention remained on the pussy near the tip of her tongue. Nicole probed into Denise's steamy fuck-hole.
Nicole swiped her tongue up onto Denise's coral-pink clit. She continued grating the flesh of her tongue over the underside and top of the inflamed bud of pussy-flesh.
Denise was purring with pleasure.
Delia was having some fun of her own, squeezing Denise's tits and having her pussy fingered at the same time. She claimed the brunette's mouth in a soulful kiss.
Nicole was missing out on that mutual pleasure, but she was too busy to notice or care. She had Denise's clit between her lips and was sucking it hard into Denise's system through it.
Moaning sounds of female pleasure filled the room, climbing with the levels of excitement. The relative calm was suddenly shattered by a cry of ultimate arousal as Denise climaxed.
Delia was right behind her, and Nicole was confronted by the spectacle of two writhing, bucking, shuddering female bodies.
A fucking good way to spend an afternoon, she thought, the hot tanginess of Denise's pussy juices coating her tongue.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As the two women calmed, their attentions turned to Nicole. She saw their eyes fall on her and her insides drew taut with anticipation.
Denise rolled away from Delia and the two women sat up on the bed, facing Nicole. They each grabbed a wrist and pulled the blonde widow up between them. Denise pushed and Delia pulled to roll Nicole onto her back, her head and shoulders pillowed in Delia's lap.
Denise bent low over Nicole, lowering her mouth onto the nearest nipple. As she treated the stump of pink flesh to soft sucks, Delia bent over and fit her mouth onto the other nipple.
Sexy feelings swept through Nicole.
Warm, wet mouths with velvet soft lips sucked down on her tits, drawing healthy portions inside. Tingles of arousal washed through Nicole, making her clit itch for attention.
It was slow in arriving. Denise and Delia spent long moments mouthing Nicole's pert tits, getting to the point where they were almost chewing at the excited flesh.
Denise, the closest, finally slid her hand down Nicole's body. The blonde widow eagerly parted her legs, her knees lifting into the air and her pussy tilting up.
Slender fingers brushed over Nicole's cunt and wiggled down. With swift circular motions the brunette caressed the swollen pussy-folds, causing them to become even more swollen with excitement.
Perhaps feeling something she liked, Denise relinquished her oral grasp on Nicole's tit and started licking her way down to the blonde widow's crotch. Delia alternated her mouth from one tit to the other, then began using her fingers on them.
Denise bowed her head between Nicole's raised thighs and kissed at the parted cunt folds. Then she used her tongue for a few affectionate caresses.
Nicole watched Denise swing around and settle herself stomach-down between her legs. Denise let her gaze hold with Nicole's as she showed her tongue and rather brazenly touched the tip to the blonde's clit.
"Sexy, isn't she?" Delia said.
Nicole looked up into Delia's smiling face as Denise rolled her clit. "I'm glad one of us brought it out of her! And thanks for inviting me to share!"
"I could say we both felt we owed you something, but really we just got horny enough to want some variety."
"What else have you been up to while I wasn't looking?"
"Not much." Nicole returned her gaze to Denise. The wild-haired brunette had her mouth plastered to Nicole's cunt, her tongue swirling sensuously inward. Nicole pulled her knees back, folding her legs.
Delia lifted Nicole's head and slid her legs out from under the woman. She stuffed a fat pillow in her place and crawled around on her hands and knees to he down on her stomach beside Denise.
The brunette wriggled aside to make room, and together they pressed their mouths against Nicole's increasingly feverish pussy. Denise concentrated on the upper part. Delia snuggled under to the lower half. They started taking turns licking up over Nicole's pussy.
Nicole spread her long legs wide and simply soaked up the wildly erotic fun.
Denise stuck a straight finger into Nicole's drooling cunt. Delia followed suit and slid one of her fingers inside Nicole. As Denise pulled out, Delia pushed in. Somehow Delia's thumb found its way up onto Nicole's clit and stayed there, rubbing from side to side. Denise placed her thumb tip on Nicole's asshole and moved it in circles.
"Shameless wenches!" Nichole murmured dreamily. "You're sure pushing the right buttons!"
"How about us licking them some more?" Denise said.
"Oh God!" Nicole groaned.
Their hands guided her to a new position, on her side with one leg raised. Delia and Denise turned onto their flanks, as well, facing each other, their legs entwining casually, their faces tilted toward Nicole's cunt.
Denise had Nicole's cunt at the tip of her tongue, while Delia moved for the woman's ass.
The lewdest pleasures she could have imagined flooded Nicole as hot, wriggly tongues flirted with her front and back entrances at the same time. She placed both hands on her ass and stretched her asscheeks apart, spreading her legs wider at the same time, surrendering herself totally.
Denise snaked her tongue into the steaming flesh of Nicole's fuck-hole. She closed her lips on the inner pink flesh and sucked, sending shocks through the blonde woman's loins. She withdrew her tongue and wound her way up to her stiff clit. She fluttered against it with her tongue, then stroked hard and sucked. Nicole shuddered and cooed with utter delight.
Delia was just as bold. Wetting Nicole's asshole, she probed past the tight ass-ring with her tongue. She poked and prodded and fought her way into the tight shitter, then let her tongue go wild against the incredibly smooth lining.
Nicole was writhing and grinding in the grip of her lust. She pushed and grated her crotch at the hot mouths, becoming almost desperate to climax. Gasping, whimpering, grunting sounds rasped out of her throat as she tirelessly sought her orgasm.
When at last the throbbing pleasure arrived, she didn't know which was harder to believe-that it had finally happened, or how good it was. Relief was surging through her system with such energy she feared it might break her apart. She thrashed wildly on the bed, her body contorting obscenely. It left her a spent, limp, heaving figure on the rumpled bedding. She was glistening with sweat and cooing softly.
She took in a deep breath and in a loud voice exclaimed, "Yeah! Yes! Fucking yes!"
Delia and Denise scrambled forward and snuggled in on either side of Nicole. They each gave her a wet kiss.
"We knew we could show you a fine time," Delia said.
"Thanks for the invite," Nicole said. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything!"
"You mentioned some suggestions earlier. Got some horny ideas for us?"
"One," Nicole said. "What do you say we turn this into a real party?"
"How?" Denise asked.
"Get a few more bodies in here. There are two I can think of right now."
"Who?"
"Tracy Ashley and Robin Latimer."
"Ooooh, that Robin!" Delia moaned. "I'd like to get a taste of her."
"You think they're party types?"
"I wouldn't mention them if I didn't know," Nicole said.
Realization dawned on Delia. "You've fucked them, you naughty bitch! Haven't you?"
"I guess my secret's safe with you. I've had them both-and they're great!"
"Damn," Denise said. "A housewife orgy."
"I'll make the phone calls," Nicole said.
One hour later all five women were gathered in Delia's living room. The two most recent arrivals, Tracy and Robin, had been stripped down almost as soon as they had come through the front door. Nicole had given them something of a warning over the phone what to expect, and what shrieks were sounded were shrieks of delight.
Delia had grabbed Robin for herself, for now at least, and the two of them were in an easy chair. Nicole and Denise were flanking Tracy on the couch. They were cuddling intimately and kissing.
Drinks had been served but they had barely been touched. Nobody needed or wanted to steady her nerves. They were five of a kind and, seeing that right off, they felt instantly comfortable with each other.
Delia twisted out of the chair she was sharing with the luscious redhead and knelt on the floor. She drew Robin down in front of her. As Delia reclined on the plush carpeting, Robin moved down on top of her.
As they embraced, their legs entwined and each found a smooth thigh up against her pussy. Immediately their hips went into motion and they ground their pussies against each other's pressing thigh. Their mouths were fused in a raunchy kiss.
Watching from the sidelines, Tracy squirmed with a sudden rise of excitement. She slid her ass out toward the edge of the couch and spread her legs. Denise's hand moved onto her pussy.
Nicole shifted onto her hands and knees. Tracy's body arched toward her and she promptly lowered her mouth onto the woman's tits.
Denise slid her ass off the couch, letting it sink onto her heels as she crouched between Tracy's legs. Tracy slid her ass right out to the edge of the seat and parted her thighs even farther. She tilted her pelvis and lifted her inflamed cunt toward Denise.
Parting Tracy's outer pussy-lips wide, Denise leaned in and ran the tip of her tongue up the sexy cunt-gash. She continued licking, causing Tracy to burn inside.
Tracy's shoulders were supported by a plump cushion, her head against the back of the couch. She turned her eyes to Nicole. "I could use some pussy myself, if you don't mind."
Nicole smiled hornily. "You're at just the right height for it, too."
Nicole planted her hands at the edge of the seat, to either side of Denise's lolling head and on the insides of Tracy's legs. She drew her own legs astride of Tracy's upper body, her knees at the back of the seat. She eased back, her spread crotch lowering onto Tracy's waiting mouth.
Over where Robin and Delia lay, there was movement. They rolled over, putting Delia on top. But she didn't stay that way for long-at least, not face to face.
She got up on her knees and moved up over Robin's smiling face. Delia lowered her cunt to the redhead's mouth. She leaned back on a straight arm, using her free hand to pry her pussy wide open.
Robin's head lifted off the floor, and from where she was positioned, Nicole could see the pink flashes of Robin's tongue as she fucked it in and out of Delia's cunt-hole.
A pang of envy struck Nicole. She wished she had a pussy to loll her tongue around in. She looked down to where Denise was happily lapping at Tracy's cunt and thought that there might be a way.
Nicole slid her hands out to Tracy's knees as she lowered her upper body. Her head came down alongside Denise's.
"Mind sharing a little?" the blonde widow asked.
"All right!" Denise whispered. She backed off slightly, her cheek brushing Nicole's face.
Nicole showed some restraint in her approach to Tracy's wet cunt, but not much. She moved the full length of her tongue over the brunette's cunt-gash. She forced it inside and scooped out hot pussy-juices. She kissed and sucked at the swollen cunt-folds.
It seemed like no time at all before Denise was crowding in for her share. Nicole eased to one side, continuing to lick at an outer portion of pussy as Denise had her share.
Over on the carpet, Delia was going for another change of position. She turned around, straddled Robin's head with knees wide, and bent forward to lie on top of the voluptuous redhead. She buried her head between the woman's parted thighs.
Robin reached out with her tongue and moved the tip up and down between Delia's hot pussy-lips. Delia responded in much the same way, teasing her tongue into the intimate parts of the juicy redhead.
Then Robin moved her tongue from Delia's pussy-lips to the blonde's soft-haired mound. With considerable pressure, she swiped her tongue from side to side. Giving a low, throaty laugh, Delia followed suit.
Tracy was sure having some fun. She was getting great, sexy kicks out of the tonguing, the depths of Nicole's fiery, juicy pussy. And down below she had two knowing tongues to show her a good time.
Denise didn't have a mouth on her cunt, but she did have a finger at work down there. There was just no other way.
Tracy hit her climax first, and like a chain reaction it went through the room, triggering orgasms in the others. Nicole, then Denise on her wildly frigging hand, then Robin and Delia. There seemed to be thrashing, contorting bodies everywhere, pleasure-filled cries filling the room.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was hours before Nicole made the long drive home. When she got there, she found Sean waiting on her doorstep.
"Remember me?"
"The face is familiar," she said.
"You can be a difficult woman to get a hold of."
"Sorry, Sean. I've been busy." She unlocked the door and let him in, then offered him a drink, which he accepted.
"Slow down a little," he said. "Smell the roses. Remember who your friends are."
"Are you my friend, Sean?"
"At the very least."
"You'll be proposing next."
"Would that be so bad?"
"Take me to dinner and we can discuss it."
"I've already made reservations for us."
She smiled. "Let me shower and change. Help yourself to a refill if you like."
"Don't you want me to wash your back?"
"Why don't we save something for later?"
She was glad Sean was there. It told her a good bit about how he felt. And it saved her from having to chase after him. She was tired of chasing.
They went to her favorite restaurant and had a lovely meal.
"It's a little soon for me to be contemplating marriage," she said after dinner. "But I am interested, and I'm pretty sure you're the one."
"I've waited this long, I suppose another couple of months won't kill me."
"I promise not to let you suffer too much."
Nicole sat quietly as Sean drove her home. Her mind was on the immediate future.
She had to tell Gene, Troy, Darrell and Ryan about the swindle before they caught on to it themselves and put the law on her. She had to protect herself from that by showing them there would be consequences for them.
Did they want it to get out that they had paid so much for a fuck? Did they want it known that they could be fooled?
Sean pulled up at her place and parked. Nicole slid over on the seat, slinking an arm around his shoulder. She flicked her soft tongue against his ear.
"I want you tonight, Sean," she said in a murmuring voice. "I want your body, I want your cock, and I want your lips anywhere you care to put them!"
"You know I want you too," Sean said.
He kissed her then.
"Think we can make it into the house?" she asked.
"We'll go as far as we can."
Arm in arm, they made it to the bedroom. The master bedroom. Sean was the first man Nicole had brought there since Mark's death.
In the soft light of the bedside lamp they undressed. They weren't strangers to each other. They were comfortable, relaxed.
Nicole was naked first. She moved onto the bed on her hands and knees, stretched out, then rolled onto her back in tempting fashion. Sean came to her.
His huge cock was hard. It became trapped between their bodies as they embraced and kissed. Their flesh seemed to burn where they touched. His prick throbbed.
Sean rolled over, putting Nicole on top of him. She swished her hips from side to side, rubbing his prick and tickling his balls some more.
He rolled again and came out on top. Her knees lifted to either side of him, giving him access to her waiting, wanting pussy.
"You want it?" he asked.
"You know I want it."
"What do you mean?"
"Your cock," she said. "I want your cock! I want a good, hard fuck!"
"My kind of woman." He grinned. "I'll see what I can do."
His hips lifted. His hard-on dropped into place. He eased his flared cock-head into her, then fucked it deep.
"Ooooohhhh!" Nicole groaned, her body giving a lurch. "Oh fuck!"
Sean eased his rigid fuck-meat from her cunt and once more drove into her hard. Nicole moaned with a mixture of pleasure and contentment, and he gave her more of the same virile treatment.
Nicole wrapped her arms and legs around Sean and surrendered herself to his care, knowing she was in good hands.
"Let me fuck you for a while," she said.
She wanted to give him a breather, and to make the fuck session last a good long time. She didn't know when she would have time to see him again.
Sean hooked a forearm under her and rolled. Nicole pushed herself upright on his hard-on and squirmed down.
"God, I love being hard and inside you!" he gasped. "You feel so deep and tight, and when you sit up there on my cock, you look so good!"
Nicole squared her shoulders to arch her tits out.
"It feels so good," she said.
She leaned back, fitting her hands just above his parted knees and supporting herself on straight arms as she got both feet planted near his hips. Sean propped himself up on both elbows to watch as she drew back off of his prick-shaft.
She watched herself as she let his cock appear, then swallowed it up again with her pussy. She checked out his fascinated facial expression, loving the effect she was having on him. She still got a kick out of pleasing a sexy man.
And it remained a thrill to watch as her pussy moved skillfully over a hard prick. But then, anything to do with fucking or sucking or anything like it was a kick for her. She liked emotional intimacy, like any woman, but sexual intimacy was something different.
For lasting moments Nicole rode on Sean's prick-length, grooving on it, turning on to it, wrapping herself in the untainted pleasure of simple fucking.
"Let me get behind you," Sean said in a somewhat hushed voice.
Nicole rocked forward, moving onto her hands and knees to one side. As Sean rolled upright and into position behind her, she dropped onto both elbows, parted her knees, and curved her body to push her pussy at him. She knew she had to settle for whatever satisfaction she could get.
Nicole smiled, wondering if Gene would be too busy to see her tomorrow. She felt happy-happy at last.
