Sally Henderson was a beautiful housewife enjoying a luxurious suburban existence.
Married to an eminently successful lawyer, who was willing to provide her with any luxury that she desired, on the surface one would picture Sally Henderson as contented. But beneath the surface resided a restless, unsatisfied young woman.
As a healthy, active female in her middle twenties, Sally sought to receive numerous sex pleasures. Her body craved them, and she wanted her busy and successful husband to answer the call.
Much to her developing regret, Sally discovered that her husband Barry was tied down so completely to a taxing schedule that he was not able to provide her with the kind of dedicated lovemaking for which she yearned. His successful law practice entailed his staying at the office often through the evening hours. On those occasions he would be tired upon arriving home. Also, as a stimulus toward guiding him through busy days and evenings on the job, Barry took to drink as well.
The more he disappointed Sally in bed, the greater the degree of apprehension that riddled her. She felt that she had to obtain the proper measure of sexual gratification from somewhere. If she could not obtain the proper measure of sexual gratification from her husband, she ultimately concluded, then she would have to get it elsewhere.
What makes things even more difficult for Sally Henderson is that, throughout her affairs with other men, an abiding love and sympathy remain toward husband Barry, which compounds her dilemma.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
When Sally Henderson married her husband, Barry, some two years earlier, she was convinced that her future happiness was insured.
She had every reason to believe that things were going to go well. For one thing, Barry, at the age of thirty-five, had pushed himself into the ranks of a senior partner of a top law firm in downtown Los Angeles. They moved into a beautiful suburban household on top of a hill overlooking the San Fernando Valley. Her financial worries were at an end. The time that she met him, she had been working as a cocktail waitress, constantly worrying about how good tips would be on a particular evening, fretting about the long hours. All that had changed after she met Barry, but now it appeared that the honeymoon was at an end.
As she lay there stretched out on the bed, totally nude, she reached down and began playing with her blonde pussy hairs. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but notice just how beautiful she'd made herself look for her husband. At the age of twenty-five, she felt as if she was in her physical prime. Not only that, but she was a lot hornier than she had been at the time that she met him, and even more so than right after she had married Barry.
There was just one drawback where her strong sexual feelings were concerned. Barry was working so hard on the job that he just didn't seem to have enough in the way of physical prowess left to suit her. On top of that, the pressures of the courtroom and negotiating ticklish divorce settlements caused him to feel uptight, resulting in heavier drinking than he had ever done before. It bothered her to observe the way things were going, and tonight she was determined to see to it that things were changed before the crisis reached a head. After all, if she could just gradually steer her husband Barry back to his old self, when he had wanted to give her plenty of sex, then everything would be fine.
So she had taken a long, leisurely shower. She had allowed the warm water to splash against her smooth, velvety skin for quite some time. She had gotten out of the shower, then had doused herself with expensive French perfume which Barry had bought for her on her last birthday. She sprinkled it all over, even inside of her ass. And now she was awaiting his return home. She wanted to look as seductive as possible, and that was why she was stretched out on the bed, her sleek, trim legs extended. She was trying to arrange it so that his first glance upon entering the house would be toward her pussy.
She looked up at the clock in the corner, observing that it was already past six. She had been lying in that same supine position for almost an hour. He had called from the office, explaining that he thought he could get away a little early that day. He told her how grateful he would be if he could, since he was tired out from working diligently all week. She then decided that she would surprise him, hoping that he would react with an animalistic impulse and, in a surge of passion, provide her with some tingly enthusiasm that she needed in order to be a truly satisfied woman.
When he didn't show up by five thirty, she began to slowly diddle with her fingers inside of her nest. She would withdraw her fingers whenever she reached the point where she thought she would get carried away. She now was ready to engage in heated sex, and it was almost impossible for her to restrain herself.
Her mound was slick and moist from the finger stimulation she had supplied. As she lay there, she closed her eyes, imagining the sight of Barry's naked body. She envisioned him twisting and turning, moving his legs from side to side as he drove his cock with stimulating joy inside of her pussy. She kept envisioning him stabbing hard, driving his cock forward, making every movement count.
She opened her eyes, regretful that she had to be reduced to fantasizing about sex. She just had to get her husband moving. She had to project him back into the state that he had once occupied, but by then had abandoned.
As she looked up at the clock and observed that it was six o'clock, she went back to toying with her mound once more. This time she twisted her buttocks slightly, demonstrating an air of impatience.
"Barry, I wish you'd get home," she sighed petulantly.
Some five minutes later, she heard the front door open. The sound was followed by that of heavy footsteps.
"Barry, dear, is that you?" her voice sang in its most seductive tone.
"Yes, it is."
"I'm in the bedroom, dear."
She thought she detected a little bit of thickness in his voice. By the time she saw him standing before her, she was certain she had been right. He had been doing quite a bit of drinking. There he stood, looking down at her, his eyes slightly bloodshot. He grinned crookedly.
"This is some way for a wife to greet her old man," he said.
"Come on, dear. Jump into bed with me. Let's have ourselves a nice fuck."
"You're sure blunt about it."
"Damned right I am. I happen to be horny."
She moved her hips back and forth gracefully, doing everything that she could to tantalize her handsome husband.
"I'm kind of tired, honey," he said. "Couldn't it wait?"
"I'm tired of listening to that," she snapped. "That's all I hear, about how tired you are. About how you can't give me enough sex. Come on, darling. I'm starved for it. At least get down here and lick my box. After you do that, your cock will spring up. You'll get excited enough."
He nodded slowly. Even though he wasn't much in the mood for sex, Barry recognized that it would be dangerous to disappoint her again. After all, she was a beautiful, appealing young woman, and Barry recognized only too clearly that she could have her pick among any one of a number of men anytime that she so desired.
As she reached down and let her fingers slide over her gooey pussy once more, he began to undress. The quicker that her fingers maneuvered, the greater the urgency that he recognized was present. So he removed his clothes, then pulled off his shorts and T-shirt He threw his body down inside of the bed. His fingers went to work immediately against her vagina. He loved feeling the slipperiness of her mound, and back and forth his fingers stroked, making fervent impact with her pussy.
"My cunt's on fire," she exclaimed. "Come on, my sweet. Just keep your fingers moving. You've got to bring me off. You've got to suck my snatch. Your tongue is gonna work against my twat. You're gonna press it there until all the juices spurt."
His fingers kept on gliding. He kept moving them back and forth. He removed his fingers finally from her pussy. He dropped his tongue downward toward her left thigh. He moved it smoothly, allowing it to scrape against her thigh. He worked it several times with surges of rapidity against her left buttock, after which he then began to manipulate it against her right leg. A few seconds later he removed his tongue from her leg. By then he was ready to go to work inside of her cunt.
"Come on, tongue my box," she said as her legs and ass cheeks twitched. "This is what I've been wanting from you, honey. Some action. I need some beautiful sex. You're gonna give it to me, sweetheart. Your tongue can do it."
Urged on by her encouraging pep talk, Barry decided that it was time for him to show a little sexual promise. After all, he had been constantly ready in the early stages of their relationship. He just couldn't seem to get enough of her beautiful body. And so, there he was, ready to push his tongue inside of her mound. He dropped his tongue down between her legs, loving the way that she was reacting to him. Her trim, gorgeous body flipped back and forth. Her hips undulated with wild enthusiasm as he pressed his tongue inside of her mound. He moved his tongue so slowly and smoothly against her hot, pink slit. As he moved it ever deeper, probing with great skill, her body began to sway more quickly than before. She was getting carried away under the stimulating movements that he supplied. His tongue kept on pressing inside of her, working back and forth. The quicker that he drilled with it, the closer that he moved her toward an ever-inspiring climax. He loved the fact that now he was taking charge again. Even though she had had to talk him into it, he was finally letting his tongue move, allowing it to rip and slide as it pressed against every warm crevice of pussy flesh.
"Just keep your burning tongue moving," she told him. "Honey, I love it. I love the way you're taking care of my flaming box."
Her body lunged forward a few more times. Her hips began to shake, and soon the juices shot from her pussy. As he swallowed every droplet of her juice, he removed his tongue from her mound.
"Do it again," she said, pointing nervously downward toward her twat. I really want you to unleash your tongue. Plant it inside my nest, honey. Come on, baby doll. I want you to suck my mound. Slide your tongue inside of my slit. Baby, oh, bring me off a second time."
He reached out and gripped her breasts. His fingers moved back and forth, grabbing hard at her tits. His tongue went to work once more against her nest. He drove it back and forth, running his tongue against her smooth, wet, matted pussy hairs. After he had tickled her pubic box, he worked his way inside of her pussy. His tongue kept up a thunderous beat, whipping back and forth, driving from side to side as he pushed her ever nearer to another orgasm.
"This one's gonna be a quickie, too," she gulped.
A few seconds later, her whole body danced spryly as the juices shot from her mound. He swallowed every drop, after which he removed his tongue from her organ.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you," he smiled.
"Oh, baby, that's what I want. Plant your cock inside my nest."
Barry looked down at his cock. He was ashamed of the fact that it still wasn't very hard. She decided to provide him with a little stimulation. Her fingers began to scrape against his balls. She moved them against his testicles for a few strokes, then began to manipulate her fingers up and down his long, throbbing phallus. She kept on plunging and pulling, her fingers doing everything they could to massage some needed life into his prick.
After she kept up her stirring movements for a few strokes more, she was pleased to observe the way that his cock was lengthening. It might have taken a little effort, but his cock was now moving to a full state of erection.
She fingered his dick for a few more strokes, then released her grip. She smiled, observing just how hard he was, happy that he was now ready to enter inside of her box.
"Baby doll, come on and fuck me," she told him. "Just work your cock inside my hot nest. Come on, baby. Glide your prick inside me. Do it like you've done scores of times. You're so good at it, baby. You've proven how good you could be in the past. So let's do it again. Run your cock inside of my mound."
He pushed his body forward, allowing his pecker to make its first hot stab inside of her willing snatch. Her hips began to push and tug, undulating back and forth as she heaved a deep sigh. Now she was in a state of wild adventure of which she wanted to be a part. She had wanted to receive some of those short, jabbing cock stabs that she had received so many times in the past. So there she was, in the midst of great sexual desire, receiving the swift, jolting cock stabs of her lover as he kept on driving his fleshy tool inside of her mound.
At first he was a little bit sluggish, but once that Barry found the range, he began to manipulate his hard, sliding pecker faster than before. He reached out and gripped at his wife's breasts. His fingers moved ever so shrewdly, maintaining just the right pace. He kept on fingering her breasts, manipulating back and forth as he ground his cock ever deeper inside her. A few strokes later, she knew, it would be all over. So she wanted to make certain that she received every bit of blissful satisfaction that she could while the activity was in full swing.
"Come on, move your hot cock," she sighed.
"Baby, keep driving it. Slide it hard, slide it fast, push it inside my snatch. Grind it real nice."
A few quick, steaming jolts later, the juices were ready to spurt from the end of his long, hard organ. He heaved one last sigh as the droplets of thick white cream spilled out of the end of his mammoth rod and into her mound.
"That's the way to do it," she nodded. "I knew you had it in you, honey."
CHAPTER TWO
Even though she had been temporarily satisfied that particular evening, the next few days were difficult for Sally. Her husband was working late practically every evening, and quite often when he would come home, he would be drowsy from the alcohol that he had consumed on top of the hard workday.
One afternoon, as she was finishing a swim, Sally heard the doorbell ring. She dried off her body, then sprinted inside of the house. She was wearing her sleek bikini, which matched perfectly the color of her hair.
As she opened the door, she observed the sight of a familiar face. It belonged to Peter, the young delivery boy who worked at the liquor store down the street. Whenever Barry was entertaining, he would order a good deal of liquor from the store. This particular weekend he would be entertaining the other members of the law firm, along with a few select clients.
Peter had his arms full. He held a large box, which contained bourbon, Scotch and vodka.
"Got a match?" she smiled jokingly, letting him inside.
Peter was in his early twenties, and would have to be considered strikingly handsome. He had dark eyes and dark hair. He wore his hair in a mod style, long and with long sideburns. He put the box of liquor down on top of the kitchen table in the kitchen.
"Is that all right?" he asked.
"That's fine, Peter. So how's school coming along?"
"It's the same old grind," he shrugged. "You sound bored by it all."
"Believe me, I am. I want to get my degree, get the hell out of school, and get on with something else. I'd like to land myself a nice job."
"Just don't be impatient. You know, you might be eager to work now, but just don't wind up in the situation my husband's in."
"But he's got a good thing going. Just look at this place. He drives a late-model Mercedes. I just don't know what you mean."
"Sure he does, but he's tied down to his work."
She shook her head disgustedly. At that point, as she stared into Peter's eyes, she could see that he was captivated by her. She was happy that she was standing before him in her striking gold bikini. He was taking in every bit of her sensuous body, and now she figured that the time was ripe for her to make a move.
"You know, Peter, you're looking more handsome all the time," she smiled. "Would you like to have a drink with me?"
"I'm not supposed to drink during hours."
"But who's gonna tell on you?"
"That's what I say," he laughed. "All right, I'd be glad to."
She poured both herself and young Peter a Bloody Mary. As soon as they finished their drink, Peter looked at her ever so seductively. All he had to do was just stare. She got the point.
She turned and walked toward the bedroom.
"Follow me," she said.
Peter nodded. He looked down at his crotch, observing how the huge bulge was prominent in his shorts. He had always thought of Sally as irresistibly attractive, but he had always been afraid to make a move. After all, he was just a college boy who was picking up a few bucks working for a liquor store as delivery man. And she was the beautiful suburban housewife. But a horny woman was a horny woman, he recognized, and now he had his chance.
He walked behind her into the bedroom. She closed the door behind them, then stretched out on the bed. He gulped hard as he watched her quickly undo her bikini top. She tossed it to the floor, then ever so impatiently reached down and slid her bikini bottom down her legs. She'd acquired something of a sun tan from spending quite a bit of time in the sunshine the last few days. It had been warm, and she had spent quite some time both in the swimming pool and lounging beside it.
As she stretched out on the bed, Peter immediately removed his clothes. She liked the swift, confident air with which he undressed.
"Come to your baby," she smiled.
As Peter stretched out in the bed next to her, she reached out and threw her arms around him. As she did so, he reached out and grabbed her hair. His fingers rifled through it speedily, and as they kept making contact with her hair, he pushed his tongue inside of her mouth. Back and forth his tongue wiggled, darting spiritedly against hers. He kept up his lightning movements for a few more strokes, after which he removed his tongue from her mouth.
She made the next move quickly and decisively. Sally reached out with her right hand, allowing her fingers to slide up and down his long, aroused pecker. As she toyed with his cock with her right hand, she reached down with her left and let it slide against his balls. She then began to devote both hands to his hard, ever-so-active cock. She could tell how excited he was from every swift finger stroke that she provided.
Sally released her fingers finally from Peter's cock, then slid them over his balls. She tickled his balls ever so delectably, loving each and every touch that she supplied. As she kept fingering his testicles, Sally reached out and started to tongue the tip of his cock. A few strokes later, she was gliding her tongue up and down his hard, long stem. She employed her tongue ever so searchingly, seeking to derive every bit of available sensation that she could from it.
"Keep your sweeping tongue moving," he called out. "Come on, dear. Just run your tongue against my dick. Baby doll, ahhh, come on, work your tongue over my pecker. Just keep sliding it. Baby doll, ahhh, you're so good. Your movements are so nice. Just bring me off."
Peter's whole body was reacting to each and every swift, piercing tongue stroke that she sent in his direction. His body kept bouncing on the bed, and all the while he gasped and sighed as she kept on sucking him, working her tongue up and down the full length of his flaming organ, which was ready to spurt hot, thick white juice at any point in time.
Peter could tell from the way that Sally was pursuing his cock just how eager she was to get him off. She made a labor of love out of it, loving every stroke as she kept sinking her tongue ever deeper against his passionate member.
A few quick strokes later, the juices were all ready to spray. They were set to splash out of the end of his cock. The semen was stored up, ever ready to splash.
"Come on, just keep your tongue rolling," he sighed. "Baby, come on, let it move. Suck me off. I like every stroke. Darling, suck it off. Get every drop of my joy juice."
A few speedy, tugging tongue movements later, the thick white streaming droplets began to shoot out of the end of his long dick. The juices bolted ever so thickly, spilling into her mouth. Peter watched as his gorgeous lover let her tongue manipulate back and forth. She swallowed every droplet of the hot, searing cum. A few strokes later she removed her tongue from his penis. He lay stretched out on the bed.
"Now it's your turn to come after me," she told him.
Peter nodded. He was well aware of just what she expected. Now that she had brought him off through her careful, tantalizing sucking sensations, she would want him to do the same thing to her. She would want him to run his tongue inside of her nest ever so thoroughly until every droplet of the hot, searing liquid spilled from her juice-ridden mound.
So he pushed his tongue down between her legs. He moved it back and forth, letting it slide sweepingly inside of her pussy. His tongue kept up a busy pace, driving back and forth inside of her organ as he moved her that much nearer.
"That's the way to do it," she nodded. "Keep up your tongue action, baby. Come on, baby doll. Ahhh, you're doing so much more than my husband does. You're really on fire, baby. You want me. That makes me feel so good. Keep it going. Come on, keep your tongue working. Plant it inside my nest."
A few quick, surging and precise movements later, her whole body was dancing spryly. She breathed heavier than ever, loving the swift, assertive tongue strokes that he kept sending her way as he moved her that much nearer.
After a few more quick jolts, she juiced inside of his mouth. Peter eagerly collected the droplets of hot joy juice. As he finished up, he found himself ever so ready to engage her in some more action. He wanted badly to get his cock off a second time.
This time he would gear his efforts toward her pussy. He wanted to let his racing cock go to work inside of her mound. He wanted to let it blast hard and fast until the drops of liquid had shot.
Peter reached out and ran his fingers through Sally's hair. He then clutched at her face, running his fingers over the velvety skin. The longer that his fingers stroked her face, the more he recognized just how badly he had to have her again. He had to slam his cock inside of her hole until every drop of the thick white jissum had spilled from him.
He leaned forward. His lips pushed against hers. As their lips collided, he reached down and grabbed her breasts. His fingers worked with surging impact, probing sharply against her tits.
His fingers kept up an avalanche of sensation as they moved with sparkling zest against her tits.
The preliminaries had been gotten out of the way, and now Peter could think of just one thing, getting his rocks off as soon as possible inside of what he was sure would be a tight slit.
He looked down at Sally's appetizing box, which he had just finished licking to climax. He reached down and stroked at her mound, then released his fingers. He liked the way that her body was just lying there. She was submissive as a woman could be, just begging for him to unleash his thick, excited cock inside of her mound.
CHAPTER THREE
Peter pushed his hot, fiery tool forward, allowing it to enter inside of Sally's snatch.
As he did so, her whole body rocked back and forth. She was responding to every swift, inspiring stroke that he put forward.
"My cock's spinning like mad," he told her. "I'm gonna keep it moving. I'm gonna keep sliding it until I juice."
She could tell from the way that his body was erupting that he meant business. There was no way that Peter was going to be robbed of the fruits of climax from running his cock inside of her pussy.
Sally felt a wonderful glow over all of the sexual attention she was now receiving from the handsome young delivery boy. As he kept on flinging his cock forward, driving it inside of her snatch, she flipped her hips and tightened her ass muscles, seeing to it that he derived as much sensation as he possibly could. She wanted to give him the tightest possible target to shoot at with his flaming prick.
"Keep gliding your cock inside my mound," she called out. "Baby doll, you really know how to fuck. Just keep your prick moving. Drive it inside my snatch. Honey, I really do like that. Come on, baby doll. Give me a nice screw. Baby, ohhh, really slam your peter. Come on, sweetheart. Really slam it."
He kept up his swift, probing cock stabs as he worked his sharp dick that much closer to orgasm. He could feel those waves of wild sexual anticipation in his balls, and that caused Peter to fuck her that much more quickly.
A few sturdy stabs later, his stem was ready to shoot. He tensed his muscles, then heaved a sigh as he watched the steaming white droplets of cream descend from his prick.
"I love it," he gasped. "Damned, baby doll, this is so nice. I love it, ahhh, I really love it. My balls are tingling. Damned, they're tingling. What sensations."
As Peter unloaded his cock juices, he reached out and grabbed at her breasts. He pulled and tugged, and soon every droplet of satisfying juice had been released from his penis.
After the screw was over, he looked down at his lover and smiled. Peter removed his penis from her pussy. As he got up from the bed, Sally felt a contentment that she hadn't felt in quite awhile. She recognized that even though her sex action with her husband had somewhat lessened her sexual anxiety, it had failed to satisfy her in the way that the hot romp with Peter had. For one thing, Peter had exhibited so much more vitality. He had given her tremendous satisfaction with every stabbing thrust that he had planted inside of her pussy.
When Peter left, Sally lay stretched out on the bed for several minutes. She thought about the consequences of what had taken place. It made her feel a little funny that she didn't feel the slightest compunction about what she had done. She had previously thought that if she had ever cheated on her husband Barry, that she would experience guilt. But she didn't feel any guilt at all. As a matter-of-fact, she felt a certain sense of satisfaction over what she had done. After all, it was just getting something that she definitely needed. And now that she had received it, she felt that much better about the whole thing.
She continued to think about Peter and how much fun she'd had with him, up until Saturday night, when she served as the hostess of the cocktail party that she and Barry threw for members of the firm and a few select clients.
As the evening wore on, her eyes kept meeting those of young Sam Baldwin, the youngest member of her husband's firm. Sam, who was tall and trim, had zestful sparkle about him, and to make things even better from her standpoint, he wasn't married, nor was he there with a female companion.
About the time that he looked a little uncomfortable standing in a corner of the room by himself, Sally decided to walk over and talk to him.
"You look a little lonely standing here, Sam," she smiled.
"I don't know. I guess I'm just daydreaming," he shrugged.
"You know what I think it is? I think you're one of these people who regards these parties in all honesty, as a pain in the ass. Am I right about that, Sam?"
"Look, I wouldn't say that," he shook his head. But his smile gave him away.
"You don't want to say it because you're in my husband's law firm, and because I'm hosting the party. I don't mind hearing you say it. As a matter-of-fact, I happen to think a little honesty's good for the world."
At that point Barry, who was entertaining a whole group of people in one corner of the room, burst into loud laughter. He was immersed in story telling, and whenever he got drunk enough to enter his exhibitionist stage, Sally always made certain to be far removed from him.
"Why don't we adjourn to another part of the house where it's a little more quiet?" Sally suggested.
"Whatever you say."
Sally could tell that Sam was a little bit apprehensive about what was happening. She could see that his natural instincts were to be attracted to her sexually, but that he was doing his best to suppress his basic male urges. He was fearful, which was understandable enough to her, about getting involved in sex with her. It was her intention at that point to break down his fears and get him to the point where he was feeling comfortable. He would then be willing to engage in sex with her.
They walked out into the back yard, staring out at the pool as they sipped their drinks. Sally liked the fact that it was quiet there. Not only was it quiet, but nobody else was around. That made it even nicer. As the chirping sounds of crickets reverberated in the background, she stole a glance at young Sam's crotch. She noticed a certain hardness there, and suddenly she decided to push further. She reached down with her right hand, allowing her fingers to slide over his trousers. She felt the hardness of his cock, and as she did, her whole body quivered.
"Say, you've got a nice erection," she chuckled warmly.
"Sally, I can't believe you've gotten that bold."
"A lot of things would surprise you about me. Come with me, darling." , Sam gulped hard as Sally led him back into the house. She opened the bedroom door, then let him inside. She closed it behind them, locking it.
"Quick, over here," she said.
She lit one tiny light, so that they had just the minimum level of light in the room. She looked into Sam's eyes. She could see that his whole body was trembling and his eyes were a maze of fear.
"Relax, honey," she whispered smilingly. "Nobody's gonna miss us for the next few minutes. And that's really all we need. Just a few minutes."
She reached out and grabbed his hand, guiding him downward toward the bed. Even though Sam was doing his best to fight things mentally, physically he couldn't have been succumbing more. He felt the tugging urges of anxiety in his cock, and just looking into the eyes of the beautiful blonde creature before him was enough to keep him imbued in a state of wild sexual anticipation.
She reached down with her right hand, quickly unzipping his trousers.
"This has to be a quick bang," she whispered. "We can't keep them waiting that long. My husband is zonked now, but if we're gone too long he'll be suspicious."
"Maybe we'd better not do it at all. I mean, it's such a risk."
"I'm the kind of woman who believes in living dangerously. You know, for all too long I played it safe in life. But no longer."
All the while she kept tugging downward at his zipper. When she finally finished unzipping it, she reached inside of his shorts, grabbing his long cock. Her fingers swept up and down his long, searing, sexual organ. As her fingers stroked up and down the base of his penis, she heard the sounds of his heavy gasping. Sally was well aware of just how hot Sam was. She knew it would have been torture for him to not engage in sex with her at that point. She was doing everything she could to put aside his fears at least temporarily so that they could finish the act.
She kept pumping hard against his cock, then reached down and grabbed his balls a few times. Since she knew that time was of the essence, Sally was doing her best to supply him with as much sensation in as short a time as possible.
As she kept on working her fingers against his balls, she dropped her head down between his legs. With great suddenness and decisiveness of impact, she began moving her tongue against the tip of his prick. Back and forth she started to tongue the tip of his erect pecker. She moved it ever so swiftly a few times, then dropped her tongue downward toward his balls as she released her fingers from them.
"I'm gonna lick these juicy balls," she smiled, talking in a very low tone. "You've got beautiful balls, and a beautiful prick. I want to fuck you, honey. I want to suck you, honey, too."
As her tongue began to quickly explore his testicles, his whole body bounced up and down as he lay there on the bed, responding to the wild sensations that she put forth. Back and forth her tongue worked with great devastation, manipulating steadily against his steaming balls. She kept on stroking his balls for a few more strokes, after which she released her tongue. She decided to concentrate intensely on the base of his long, hot pole. Her tongue worked speedily, driving up and down his hot, fleshy tool.
"You really can suck," he gulped. "Baby doll, I love the way you're tonguing me. Honey, oh, I'm glad you're doing it. I'm glad you talked me into it. You're irresistible. Your tongue is stroking me so nice. I really can feel the itch. Come on, play with my balls. Run your fingers over my balls while you're sucking my cock."
Ever eager to oblige, Sally began to slide her fingers with sparkling zest against Sam's balls. Every time that she touched them, his body twitched that much more anxiously. She timed her movements to where she was coordinating her finger stabs against his balls with the tongue efforts that she supplied against his hard cock as her head kept bobbing up and down. She was working him ever nearer to the point of stimulating climax, and now he could feel the droplets of juice storing up ever so quickly in his balls, reaching an ever greater state of desire.
A few quick, stirring tongue strokes later, the first few drops of passionate liquid began to shoot out of the end of Sam's long, hot stick. His legs trembled as he heaved a deep sigh and watched the escaping avalanche of semen.
Sam was thrilled to observe the dedicated manner in which Sally followed through with the act. She had worked hard to bring him to that point, and now, there she was, attacking every drop of his precious liquid that spilled from the end of his thick, fleshy stick.
Her tongue kept moving back and forth, twisting and turning against her lips as she corralled every droplet of the escaping pecker juice. A few strokes later it was all over. She released her tongue from his sturdy rod.
"I guess we'd better get going now," he gulped, slipping his prick back inside his trousers and zipping them up quickly.
"Just a second, honey," she implored.
She reached out and grabbed his wrists, holding onto them, then stretched out on the bed. Sally reached down and unzipped the skirt that she was wearing, then dropped it down her legs quickly. She kicked it off with one quick movement, then slid her panties down her legs. In order to get the job done even faster, she let her gorgeous hips wiggle. As her panties dropped to the floor, she extended her trim, lovely legs. She reached down and ran her fingers over her blonde snatch several times.
"Do it to me, suck me," she said. "You can bring me off. It's only gonna take a few strokes, honey. Just bear with me. Work your tongue inside my mound. Come on, baby, you can do it. It's not gonna take long. Nobody will be that suspicious. They'll think we were just having a nice little talk somewhere."
"I don't know. This is awfully risky."
"You got your kicks, sweetheart. Now I want to get mine. I want to give you a chance to suck my pussy. Don't you want to suck my pussy?"
"Of course I do. It's just that I don't want to get fired from the law firm either. It took a while to land a job like this."
"Don't worry. Just run your tongue inside my slit a few times, baby. I'm so hot that I'm gonna juice in no time at all. It's not gonna take long."
As she lay there on her back, she began to twist her hips. She was reacting to her sexual desires.
Sam soon began to react to her movements. He pushed his tongue down between her legs, commencing to let it slide inside of her nest. Back and forth he drove his tongue, loving every sliding movement that he projected against her hot mound.
His tongue kept on wildly sliding, driving against every crevice of her warm flesh. As he kept up his steady, rotating stabs, she reached out and slid her fingers through his hair.
"That's it, I like a guy who knows how to suck," she said. "You're doing such a good job on my pussy, sweetheart. You really are. I love these sliding sensations. Come on, baby doll. Just drive your tongue inside me. Come on, work it inside my hot pit. What a wonderful feeling. Yes, I'm wild about it."
A few moments later, as her fingers kept sliding through Sam's hair, the juices began to bolt from her pussy. Sam braced himself, working his tongue back and forth as he swallowed the droplets of juice. He then released his tongue from her mound.
As Sam got up from the bed, he reached into his pocket and immediately pulled out his comb. He brushed his hair back into place.
"Do I look okay now?" he asked worriedly.
"Of course you do," she smiled, quickly slipping her panties back on, then doing the same thing with her skirt. In a matter of moments, Sally was ready to leave the room.
"We both needed this," she said. "Now let's pick up our drinks and return to the party."
About an hour later, as the party was coming to a close, Sally walked Sam to the door.
"Look, give me a call some afternoon next week," she said. "I'd like to arrange to meet you at a motel."
"My god, you're gonna get me fired yet."
"No, I'm not. You worry too much. It's just that I loved the sex we had, and I'm looking forward to doing it again."
As the last guests left, Barry, who was very much under the influence of all the booze he had consumed, looked at his wife and grinned crookedly.
"Did you have a good time, baby?" he asked Sally.
"Yes, I enjoyed myself."
"I noticed you were spending quite a little bit of time talking to Sam."
Sally looked at Barry and said nothing, wondering just what he was going to say next.
"That's good," he nodded. "You know, he's a very nice young guy. Very bright. I'm glad you were making him feel at home. I think he's gonna be a real asset to our organization."
"I certainly hope so, my dear," she said, feeling tremendous relief.
"You played the role of the hostess extraordinarily well," he smiled. "I've got all kinds of admiration for you."
"Thank you, dear," she smiled at him, realizing that he wouldn't have had such admiration had he known what she and Sam had really been doing during the time they were together.
CHAPTER FOUR
Even though Sam was afraid to call Sally and prolong the relationship, he none the less did so. He gave her a ring in the middle of Wednesday afternoon, informing her that he would be leaving the office in about another hour.
"It looks like Barry is going to be working pretty late," he said.
"I know, honey. He called me earlier," she giggled. "I was hoping that you would call."
"So where shall I meet you?"
She gave him the address of a motel just a few blocks away from where she lived. He agreed to meet her there later.
As soon as they got undressed in the privacy of the motel room, they began to manipulate their fingers against each other. This time they would be able to settle into the lovemaking and prolong it for a little while. On the other occasion they had had to act fast. It made Sally feel good to know that this time she could extend the fun a little, and thereby she could enjoy every aspect of the sex act with young Sam.
The fingers of her right hand reached out and grabbed his hard dick. Up and down she worked her fingers, gliding them against his peter. The quicker that she tugged at his stem, the more he enjoyed it. He then reached out with his right hand, allowing it to slide over her pussy. Back and forth he worked his fingers against her slit. They stepped up their respective paces simultaneously, working their fingers back and forth as they enjoyed every sparkling, zestful stroke that they exchanged.
"I like that," she smiled. "Sam, baby, you're really good. And I'm doing everything I can to excite you."
They kept their fingers stroking and pressing against each other for a few more minutes. When Sally removed her fingers from Sam's cock, she looked at him and exclaimed: "Let's do it sixty-nine style. If there's anything that would be exciting right now, it would be exchanging sucks. But let's start by sucking ass, then moving on to the sex organs."
Sam nodded. He was all set to push his tongue inside of his lover's nest. He moved his tongue forward, letting it slide back and forth inside of his lover's pussy. While he tongued her snatch, Sally reached out and began to manipulate her tongue up and down Sam's hard, anxious cock. They timed their movements accordingly, making certain that they matched each other stroke for stroke.
Every time that Sally would step up her pace, Sam would make certain to do the same. Together they were working their way ever nearer to climax.
They kept up their sturdy pace, moving their tongues with resplendent ease and grace as they worked one another that much nearer to the ultimate moment of orgasm. They kept on driving their tongues, sending them back and forth, twisting and turning them as they moved each other closer.
It was Sally who had to juice first. As Sam kept on rifling his hot tongue, pushing and pressing it ever deeper inside of her snatch, the juices began to shoot from her mound. They splashed from her pussy and into his mouth, after which he removed his tongue from her organ.
She kept up her steady, driving movements against his cock. She kept working her tongue, pressing and pushing it, tugging it relentlessly against his hard prick as he moved that much closer to a brilliant climax. His whole body twisted and squirmed as she kept on sucking him, driving her tongue, working it in an avalanche of passion against his hard, erect phallus.
"Bring it off," he gulped. "Honey, you've got a nice style. I just love the way you work your tongue. You work it so nice. Come on, baby. Just plant your tongue against my pecker. Work it real nice. Come on, bring me off."
A few quick, stabbing tongue strokes later, the juices were set to spray from the end of his cock. He heaved a deep sigh, then watched as the blazing juices started to shoot out of the end of his organ. The peter fluid skyrocketed, and as it did, his whole body moved back and forth. He kept gasping, sighing loudly, enjoying the fact that he was unleashing his droplets of thick white semen.
"Come on, you're gonna catch every drop," he said. "Baby doll, I'm glad I got together with you.
Even if I am taking a chance, it's worth it. It's worth taking a chance for a beautiful woman like you. Honey, keep swallowing the stuff. Yes, swallow every drop of it Baby, oh, I love the way you're sucking me. I love the way your tongue's working. Come on, ohhh, keep tonguing my dick."
All the while, as Sally gobbled Up every droplet of shooting cum from Sam's cock, her fingers stroked his balls. She loved tantalizing his testicles as she attacked the semen, and soon she had swallowed every drop of his thick, fiery cream.
As soon as she removed her tongue from his pecker, she stretched out on the bed, extending her legs, then moving them from side to side, doing everything she could to tease him into further action.
"Just look at my pussy," she said. "It turns you on. I know it does."
"I just finished sucking it. Quite naturally it turns me on."
"But now I want the cock sensations," she told him. "Come on, honey. Just grind your cock inside of my mound. Baby, come on, let yourself go. Plunge your dick into me. Sweetheart, really glide your cock inside my mound."
As her swirling hips danced back and forth, Sam nodded with determination. He heaved a deep sigh, then reached down and grabbed her trembling thighs. He loved touching them, and as his fingers sank against them, pressing hard and firm, he pushed his penis forward. He directed it toward her mound, ever so eager to drive his cock forcefully inside of her snatch until each and every droplet of the thick white cream had finished spurting from the end of his flaming, zealous penis.
He flung his cock forward, allowing it to make its first penetrating entrance inside of her mound. He kept flinging his cock back and forth, driving it wildly and sturdily as it made its way inside of her. He kept on fucking her hard and fast, determined to steer himself toward as early a climax as possible.
Sam kept up his hard, driving sensations, slamming his cock into her hot nest.
"Keep fucking me," she called out encouragingly. "Baby, I like the way you're sending it inside my mound. Sweetheart, oh, what a fuck."
He reached up and began to slap at her breasts. He let his fingers clench hard against her nipples as his cock kept on grinding, sliding back and forth ever so forcefully as he ground his dick inside of her nest. All the while he was pushing himself that much closer to the stirring point of orgasm. He was awaiting the great moment when the hot droplets of thick, white cum would spill from the end of his mammoth organ and into her mound.
"Just a few more strokes, that's all it's gonna take," he gulped.
He held onto her breasts even more tightly than before. His breathing was heavy as he kept steering his cock back and forth, letting it grip against her hot mound. A few thrusting stabs later, the semen shot forth, spraying from the end of his dick.
"Here we go," he gulped. "Damned, ohhh, what a fuck."
As the spurting cock liquids kept shooting forth, Sam pushed his lips forward. He let his lips press firmly against hers. All the while the spraying droplets of thick white semen kept shooting from the end of his organ.
CHAPTER FIVE
Even though Sam had been a little nervous before, once that he succeeded in receiving some stimulating sex from his lover, he became far more relaxed.
As a matter-of-fact, Sam was now in a state of wild anticipation. He felt as if he needed some more sexual activity as fast as possible. Every time he looked down at Sally's beautiful body, it became that much more obvious to him as to how much he needed it. He looked down at his hard, throbbing cock, then pushed it forward. He allowed it to slip back and forth, manipulating against her left breast.
"Come on, just grind your cock against my breast," she sighed. "That does feel good. Honey, I like the way you're massaging my tit. You're doing such a very good job of it."
His cock kept on moving, plunging magnificently against her breast. The more rapidly that he put his cock to work against her tit, the louder that she purred. Sally was enjoying the zestful strokes that he sent forth with his flaming peter.
Back and forth he kept on moving his cock, grinding and gliding it smoothly as he planted it against her breast. He kept on moving his cock against her left breast, then suddenly released it. He let it go to work against her hot right tit, repeating the same exhilarating movements that he had previously brought to bear against her left breast. As his cock kept scraping, grinding against her fleshy tit, she could feel the hot waves of excitement gushing through her whole body. She enjoyed every stroke that he kept on sending her way. The quicker that he ground his cock against her breast, the more excitement that they both began to share.
As for Sam, he was already anticipating the next phase of the action. He wanted to grind his hot cock inside of her mouth, to provide her with a wild throat fuck until each and every droplet of his thick, white cream was inside her mouth.
"Honey, what a tit fucker you are," she praised his efforts. "Baby, I'm so glad I made that pass toward you the other night. I'm so happy about it. Sweetheart, you're really good. Come on, baby."
He finished rotating his cock against her breast, after which he removed it. He slid his tool forward, spreading his legs out, extending them on either side of her head. She looked up and observed his huge bulging prong, recognizing that he was about ready to send his hot staff inside of her mouth.
She opened her mouth wide, and prepared to receive the first hot, jolting sensation from his lengthy dick.
"Here we go, open nice and wide," he smiled. "I'm gonna use my prick like a battering ram, honey. I'm gonna ram my tool inside you. I'm gonna fuck the hell out of your mouth. I'm gonna send all the spurting cream out of my dick and into you."
His whole body bounced up and down as he rammed his hard, authoritative peter inside of her mouth. He kept on gripping and tugging with his dick, slamming it into her.
He gave her a good, solid ride, letting his body bounce up and down as he kept on stabbing his dick thunderously into her. His long, steady rod kept up its rapid-fire pace as he pushed and shoved it ever deeper into her, sliding it all the way to the base of her throat. He kept pushing and driving his organ, slamming it that much deeper, pursuing her wildly as he moved his cock ever closer to the grand state of climax.
Sam kept up his hot, driving sensations as he moved his dick ever closer. He could feel the waves of itchiness multiplying in his balls, and he knew that he would have to unload them very soon.
As he kept on flinging his cock ever deeper into her mouth, his hot balls scraped against her chin. She loved the extra sensation that she received. If there was one thing that Sally loved, it was knowing that a hot young man was completely dominating her. She was now beginning to get just the kind of sensation that she wanted.
While his hot, assertive cock kept on moving inside of her mouth, he drove himself ever nearer. He slammed the base of his dick all the way against her throat, and now he was all set to unleash his thick white gushing cream.
"Here we go," he said. "The stuffs really gonna shoot. Damned, oh, I can feel these wild tingles. Do I ever love fucking you. Do I ever love slamming my dick inside your mouth."
A few quick, jolting stabs later, the steaming white semen started to shoot out of the end of his organ. It splashed wildly out of his dick and into her mouth, and as the cream was unleashed, his whole body trembled. He loved the feeling of satisfaction that attended the delivery of the semen into his lover's mouth.
A few seconds later Sam released his peter from her mouth. He felt extra good. After all, he was now very much a part of things with his lovely Sally. He didn't even feel the fear that had been so much a part of him earlier.
"Honey, I'll bet you could go another round," she said.
"I probably could. When I'm around somebody like you, I feel I could do just about everything." . "That's the kind of encouraging talk that a girl likes to hear. Okay, so all I need to do is pump a little life into your cock. After I do that, you'll be ready to go all over again."
"Yes, I will be. All you've got to do is play with my dick for a little while."
"That's what I'm gonna do right now."
Sally reached out and fondly and confidently applied her fingers to his cock. She pulled and tugged at his dick, running her fingers relentlessly up and down the full length of his flaming organ. Every time that she touched his warm, inflated cock, the waves of enthusiasm began to dominate her. It didn't take her long before she was able to pump all the necessary life back into his hard dick.
After she had fingered his cock, she reached down and toyed with his balls. She tickled them several times, and every time that she did, she drew a swift reaction from Sam. His body would twitch, his legs swaying from side to side as she moved her fingers against his balls. She released her fingers finally from his testicles, after which he was all set to drive his hard dick into her.
"You know, this time it might be fun to fuck your asshole," he said.
"It's been such a long time since I've been sodomized," she laughed. "You know, there was a time when my husband would do that. Back in his hot days. But he hasn't been that way for a long time."
"I guess he's just been working too hard," she shook her head.
"Yes, I guess that's it. Anyway, I'd sure like to have you do it to me. I wish you'd ass suck me a little bit first, though. Do that and finger fuck me. That'll really get me into the mood, my darling."
"That's fine. I like a girl who knows what she wants."
"That's me all right."
"Then we'll get into it right now."
He pushed his tongue forward, letting it enter inside of her asshole. He twisted his tongue back and forth, loving every hot, stabbing sensation that he poured into her willing anus. The quicker that his tongue went to work as it cut and slashed inside of her asshole, the more promising the idea became to fuck her asshole. He liked the fact that Sally was as uninhibited as she was. It seemed as if there was no such a thing as an off-limits act for Sally, and that thrilled him all the more, the recognition that she was ready to do just about anything that he wanted to do to her.
His tongue kept scraping and slashing, working inside of her anus. He pushed his tongue as deeply as he knew how inside of her asshole, grinding it back and forth.
When he released it, he reached out with his right index finger. He shoved it into her asshole, driving it back and forth, letting his finger grip her anus.
"Finger my ass," she gulped. "I'm feeling all these wild sensations in my asshole. You're doing quite a job with your finger."
All the while, his long, assertive digit kept on making its way forward, pushing sharply as it manipulated inside of her asshole. While he fingered her hot asshole, her ass cheeks kept grinding back and forth. He could tell from the way that her buttocks were twisting just how good an ass fuck she would be. He kept looking at the smooth, ever-so-pliant ass flesh. He thought about running his cock against her creamy buttocks. Just maybe he could do that first, he thought, before he started to slam his cock inside of her asshole.
He removed his finger from her asshole, then slid his cock forward. He let it go to work against her left ass cheek. Ever so convincingly he ground his pecker against her skin, making all kinds of firm contact with her buttock. His prick twisted and turned as he slammed it against her buttock. He kept up his stirring stroke pace for a few more moments against her left ass cheek, after which he then moved it over toward her right buttock. His cock lashed back and forth, asserting itself quickly as he kept on grinding it against her butt.
When he finally finished up, he looked at her tantalizing ass crack, recognizing that it was time for him to move onward.
"Here it goes," he said. "Just stretch out on your stomach, sweetheart. I'll take care of the rest. Just lie nice and flat. I'm gonna fuck your asshole."
He pushed his hard, nimble penis forward, letting it assert itself inside of her asshole. He kept pushing his cock back and forth, working it in a blaze of passionate glory as he let his prick pound relentlessly inside of her asshole. He kept up his pace, but as he did, he stepped it up dramatically. He moved his cock as quickly as he knew how, letting it push and shove deep inside of her anus.
At first she just lay there and gasped. As he kept up his hot, drilling pace, however, she began to twist and twitch her buttocks. She put her body into motion, bouncing up and down and heaving deep sighs as he kept on directing his cock ever so deeply inside of her anus. He enjoyed every hot, sweeping, forward stroke that he penetrated inside of her. All the while he was moving ever closer to climax. There was no way seemingly that Sam could hold back the flood tide of sensation that was desiring to unleash itself in the form of a wild, enthusiastic orgasm.
So he kept peppering away with his hot stick, sending it that much deeper inside of her hot anus. Her hips and ass cheeks kept wiggling, responding to his every sharp, surging stroke.
"Keep on fucking me," she sighed. "Come on, darling. Yes, darling, ohhh, what a fucker. Damned, oh, my ass. I can feel those wild sensations inside it. Come on, honey. Keep up the fucking. Yes, oh, sure, it stings a little, but who the hell cares? Who cares when you're getting this kind of a screw?"
She kept flinging her hips back and forth as he ground his pecker inside her. He was now only a few strokes away from reaching that fervent moment of climax. As he found himself moving ever nearer, he reached out and began to slap at her buttocks. His heart kept pounding in an ever accelerating crescendo of wild passion.
A few quick, timely cock strokes later, the first few drops of thick white cream escaped from the end of his cock. That caused him to intensify his efforts even more, recognizing that the wild deluge was only beginning.
"You're some kind of fuck," he told her. "I really like slamming my dick inside your asshole. Baby, oh, what a perfect fuck you are. You just can't seem to get enough. This is great. Honey, ohhh, you're making me itch all over. You're making me feel the wildest type of excitement. Sweetheart, oh, what impact. What a fuck. What a wonderful, glorious fuck."
His hard, sharp cock kept on driving. A few quick, stunning cock stabs later, the wild juices began to flow freely. They spilled voluminously out of the end of his organ and into her asshole. A few seconds later he removed his cock. It was all over. He had enjoyed every second of the act.
"Oh, baby," he sighed, "you sure know how to move your ass for this kind of fucking. I've never had an ass like yours. It was made for ass fucking."
Sally smiled in satisfaction. She was pleased that she had been able to give Sam these sensations. And although she did have somewhat of a sore ass, she didn't really mind. It had been so long since she'd had an ass fuck. The pleasure of it surpassed any pain she might have felt.
CHAPTER SIX
The more sex that Sally received from different men, the more she enjoyed it.
She was finding also, that paradoxically enough, the more action she got elsewhere, the nicer the relationship she had with her husband, Barry. Before she was frustrated by the fact that she wasn't getting enough in the way of sexual attention. But now that other sex outlets were being made available through her aggressiveness, she didn't need Barry for that reason. At least not to the same extent. She felt very good about her new emerging self, and one afternoon as she was finishing watching a movie on television, she happened to think back to a man who had tried to force himself on her several times.
She remembered Ray, the television repairman. He was a tough, muscular man in his middle thirties, whose nose had been broken and who carried scar tissue above both eyes. But strangely enough, what would have been facial defects to certain people, actually made Ray appealing. He had a good-looking ruggedness about him that made her tingle a little around him, even though she wouldn't admit it at the time. When he had come over to service the television, he had gotten about as bold as he could under the circumstances. At that particular time, Sally wouldn't even have considered having sex with another man, so she turned him down cold.
As she sat there looking at the television set, her thoughts drifted to Ray. She reconstructed the conversation in her mind that they had had the last time he had been to her house.
"You know, you're sure a nice-looking gal," she recalled him saying as he got behind the television set, grinning as he looked at her.
"You're here to take care of the television set," she had reminded him.
"Sure, honey, but what's wrong with a little action on the side? Your husband's gone. What harm could it do? Hell, I'm quite a stud. Any woman who's ever been under the sheets with me can attest to that."
"I don't know about that, but I find you very crude," she frowned. "I don't like your attitude. You're much too bold to suit me."
"Come on now," he laughed.
"I happen to be happily married."
"So am I," he chuckled. "If anything, a little piece on the side seems to hold the marriage together a little better. Hell, it prevents boredom."
'You're asking the wrong girl," she snapped indignantly.
"Okay, okay. Can't blame a guy for trying. Particularly around a beautiful woman."
Even though she had acted angry at the time, she recalled how she had stolen a quick glance down at his crotch. She had wondered what it would be like to be lying under him, receiving his threshing movements as his cock stabbed inside her. She did her best to dismiss the thought from her mind. But following that point, Ray, feeling as if he had been thoroughly put down, concentrated on no more than repairing the television set. He left a few minutes later, just after she wrote out a check for his services. Nothing more was said and he treated her as if she had been just another customer.
As the movie came to an end, she kept looking at the television set. She scrutinized the picture carefully. Perhaps, she thought, the color needed a little adjusting. She sipped the rest of her Martini, then burst into laughter. Sure, it needed adjusting she was telling herself. Perhaps the picture was a little less than what it should be, but that wasn't the reason. That wasn't why she was thinking of contacting Ray.
She got up from the sofa and turned off the television set. She took several steps toward the telephone, dialing Ray's number. He was out on a service call, and his answering service took the message.
A few minutes later the telephone rang. She was told by the girl at the answering service that Ray would be able to make the call in another hour, provided that would be all right with her. Sally enthusiastically endorsed the idea, and hung up.
Before Ray arrived, Sally was determined to be attired in just the proper fashion. She walked into her bedroom, opening up the closet. She was wearing slacks and a blouse. She decided first that perhaps she should just leave on what she was wearing, but after further sober reflection, she concluded that she could turn him on more if she wore nothing other than her dazzling pink robe.
So she removed her blouse and slacks, then her panties and bra. She stepped out of her shoes, deciding that she would cavort around barefooted in his presence. She took the pink robe off the hanger, then slid into it. As she tied the sash in the front, she looked at herself in the mirror. She recalled how excited her husband Barry used to get in the early stages of their marriage when she would sometimes greet him that way in the afternoon. He always knew that she had nothing beneath the robe, and he would run toward her and untie the sash, pulling the robe back and observing her naked body. She remembered the way that he would lean forward and kiss her breasts, then let his eyes drop down toward her hot pubic snatch.
"That pretty, sparkling, golden jewel," he would smile as he would look down at her pussy. "You need some action, baby, and I'm just the guy to give it to you."
She envisioned a beautiful sex scene with Ray, something that perhaps would match some of hot early jousts with her husband. Since it was still early afternoon, she would have plenty of time to romp with him, just as long as his schedule permitted.
Sally waited pensively, trying to concentrate on a television show, but failing in the attempt. She finally turned off the set, then tried to concentrate on a magazine. But her concentration just wasn't there. She kept thinking about Ray. She thought about him in his tight-fitting T-shirt, his rippling biceps showing. But the biceps didn't stay in her mind for long. She was thinking about other things. She was thinking about just how exciting it would be to reach out and unzip his trousers, then toy with his cock. She could already see the look of astonishment on his face as she undid the sash of her robe, revealing her beautiful naked body as she had done with Barry on so many occasions.
She waited until she heard the sound of his truck pulling into the driveway. She looked out the front window, observing him walking toward the house carrying his tool box.
Sally waited until he rang the doorbell. She didn't want to appear too anxious, even though the butterflies were churning in her stomach as she thought about how beautiful it would be to be fucked by him.
She opened the door, letting Ray inside. As he observed her standing there barefoot in her robe, a look of astonishment crossed his face.
"Did I get you up from a nap or something?" he asked.
"Nothing like that," she smiled, showing her even white teeth. "I just want to have a look at the set."
"What seems to be the trouble?"
"The picture isn't what I'd like for it to be."
"Aside from that are there any problems? I mean, any zigzags or anything like that?"
"No, nothing like that."
"Then let's have a look."
Ray hardly knew how to respond to Sally. He recalled how thoroughly she had scolded him before when he had gotten fresh with her. He was the kind of man who generally guessed right when he figured that a woman was available. It had stunned him to be rebuffed by Sally, and even though it looked to him as if she might have been giving him a come-on, he couldn't know for sure. And the one thing he didn't want to do was sustain another embarrassing rebuff like the last one.
He decided to play things cool, to see just how she would respond to him.
After he got behind the television set, he turned it on, taking a long time at it.
"The picture doesn't look too bad to me," he said.
"It's not quite as bright as it was before."
"Hell, I can fix that real easy," he smiled.
He twisted a few knobs, after which the picture came into much brighter focus. He jumped up and observed the set very closely, his hands on his hips.
"How's that?" he turned toward her.
"Very good. That didn't take long, did it?"
"There wasn't anything really wrong with it. All I needed to do was just adjust a few knobs."
"What do I owe you?" she asked. She trained her beautiful blue eyes on his dark eyes as she walked toward him.
"Hell, I won't charge you anything. It was so simple to figure out."
"But after all, you had to drive over here. You were utilizing your time. A guy has to make a living, doesn't he?"
She stopped a scant few inches from him. She kept staring into his face. His heart began to pound. It now became obvious to Ray that she had an ulterior motive for asking him over. He couldn't get over it. She apparently had changed thoroughly from the woman who had put him down the last time he had been in her presence.
"You know, I don't think that you were worried about the picture at all," he grinned. "At least not much. I think your thoughts were a lot more basic."
"Like what?"
"Like having the right man tickle your pussy in just the right way. I'm honored, honey, that you were thinking of me."
"You can see right through me, can't you?" she winked.
"In a way, but not like I'm gonna be able to see through you in a second. All I've got to do is get that robe out of the way and I'll be staring on as a beautiful hunk of woman as I've ever seen."
His heart pounding more thunderously than ever as Ray stepped forward, she could hear the sounds of his heavy breathing, and she was thrilled that he was about to remove her robe. She offered not one bit of resistance as he undid the sash which held it together. He tugged with both hands, pulling her robe back and observing her scintillating, naked body.
"Wow, you're something else," he said. "You're built even better than I figured. Look at those legs. Those tits are something else. Damned, they're so firm. I could just sink my fingers into them."
"Then what's stopping you?"
"Not one damn thing," he laughed erotically. He reached out with his trembling fingers, letting them grab hold of her breasts. He moved his fingers back and forth, sliding them spiritedly against her hot tits. Her body jerked from side to side as he fingered her tits, enjoying every stroke.
When Ray turned his fingers loose from his lover's breasts, he reached out and tugged at her robe, pulling it off of her. As soon as he removed her robe, he let it drop to the floor. He reached out and let his fingers caress her buttocks. He wanted to touch her hot ass flesh, and as his fingers stroked her, he felt the tugging heat in his crotch. He knew that he would have to free his cock from his shorts, let it dangle, allow it to go all the way.
As she stood before him, Ray pulled out his T-shirt, tugging at it until he slid it over his. head. He tossed it casually on the floor. She observed his trim body and his rippling muscles.
"I'll bet you were some fighter," she smiled. "But I hope you're an even better lover."
"Television repair is only a way of making money," he grinned. "Fucking is my life."
He tore off his belt and trousers, then slid his shorts ever so quickly down his legs. As he stepped out of them, he moved his hairy, naked body toward her. It trembled with ever-mounting excitement, and she was thrilled to observe the size of his huge erection which dangled between his legs.
Ray reached out and cupped his fingers around her trim buttocks. He slid his fingers up and down her back, loving the sensations attached to touching her firm, warm body. As he held onto her buttocks, he pushed his tongue forward, letting it make its initial impact inside of her mouth. Back and forth his tongue went to work driving with speedy impact as it kept on registering against her tongue. She matched his every swift, piercing stride with dynamic strokes of her own. Her body tingled to every swift, decisive touch that his tongue made. He was overwhelming her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A highly aroused Sally looked over at Ray. She began to walk out the den toward the huge bathroom down the hall.
"Follow me," she said smilingly.
A few moments later they were standing in the bathroom. Sally stood just above the sunken tub.
She inserted the plug inside, then began to draw warm water.
"If you are gonna do what I think you're gonna do, I'm damned happy," Ray grinned, looking down at his long, ever-ready cock.
"That's exactly what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna draw this tub full of warm water, and then I'm gonna let you fuck me. That is, after you soap my body down. As a matter-of-fact, I'll be glad to do the same for you, baby."
"I can hardly wait to shove a bar of soap up your ass," Ray laughed.
A few moments later the water had been drawn. Ray watched with eagerness as Sally slid her beautiful body inside of the tub. She stretched out in the tub, letting her legs dangle over the edges. He climbed inside, then picked up a bar of soap. He began to slide the soap around her firm, warm tits.
"I wanted to touch these knobs for so long," he smiled. "I'm glad I'm touching them right now. Damned, this feels good. And you don't know just how much morale this gives my hard cock."
"I think I've got a pretty good idea," she laughed.
He moved the soap briskly for a few more strokes, then pulled it downward toward her asshole. Ray then received the thrill that he had mentioned earlier. He shoved the soap between her hot buns, sliding it into her anus. Back and forth he carefully worked the soap, moving it steadily as he let it grind into her asshole.
"How's that, baby doll?" he asked grinningly.
"I really love it."
"I'll just bet."
The soap kept on moving, plunging ever so sturdily into her asshole. When he removed the soap from her anus, he shoved it down her fiery twat. He moved the soap briskly over her pussy, letting it rotate back and forth a few times. As he released the soap from her vagina, she sank a little lower into the tub. She let the warm, refreshing water splash against her body, rinsing off the soap. She then reached out and grabbed the soap from him.
"Now I want to soap your cock," she smiled. "Just spread your legs, honey, and lower your body a little. I'm gonna give you some nice treatment."
Ray lowered his bulky body just as she had requested. Sally slipped the soap against his balls, stroking back and forth, watching as the soap suds accumulated there. She then moved the soap bar up and down the full length of his huge, stiff joint. Ever so tenaciously she kept up the decisive movements, allowing the soap to manipulate against his cock. As she removed the soap from his hard dick, she then looked at him once more.
"Turn around," she smiled. "Just turn around and bend over. I want to goose you. I want to shove this soap up your asshole just like you did a few seconds earlier to me."
He turned around quickly. As soon as he spread his legs and lowered his body, she moved forward with the soap. She plunged it inside of his asshole, and as she did, his whole body twisted from side to side. He heaved a loud gasp, letting her know just how much he was enjoying her stimulating movements.
"That really is nice," he gulped. "Come on, baby. Shove the soap up my asshole. Come on, darling. I just love it. Sweetheart, ahhh, this is such nice action."
She kept it up for a few more strokes, then released the soap. He let out a loud chuckle, then dropped down on his buttocks, stretching out in the tub next to her.
"Get up," she encouraged. "Get up and fuck me. I want you to take me, baby. Take me in your arms. Give me a nice screw."
As Sally hugged the edge of the tub, Ray got up quickly. He bent over, then reached out and grabbed her legs. He thrust them upward, then pushed his hot, bulging tool forward. He directed it toward her pussy. He flung his hips back and forth as he moved into the act, driving his cock determinedly inside of her nest, letting his hot dick grip her mound.
"Just keep fucking me," she sighed. "Baby doll, ahhh, come on and grind your prick. Drive it inside my mound. Baby doll, ahhh, fuck me. Darling, baby, come on and screw me."
His hot, fiery pecker kept finding the range, driving ever deeper and more zealously inside of her nest. The quicker that his cock penetrated inside of her, the closer that he could feel himself drawing toward a big explosion. He could feel the seething tension in his balls. This was like a dream come true for Ray. He had mentally undressed beautiful Sally so many times, wondering what it would be like to stick his pecker inside her.
After he had made his bold move the last time he had visited her house, and had been sharply thwarted in the attempt, he had decided to give up. He had come to the conclusion that there was no way he could hope to get to first base with her.
But now he was exhilarated to discover that he was more than able to get his way. He was driving his hard, steady tool inside her, and each time that he fucked her he felt that much more joy over knowing that she would grant him access to her beautiful pussy. So his cock kept on moving, sturdily grinding back and forth as he twisted and flung it deep inside her mound. He kept working himself ever nearer to the grand moment of climax. His cock kept driving, working steadily, fucking sharply as he pressed and pushed it deep inside of her snatch.
"Here we go," he gulped. "I'm gonna be juicing, baby. I'm gonna unload my hot stuff inside you. I'm just about ready to do it. Darling, oh, the stuffs gonna spray out of there. It really is. It's gonna spill. It's gonna spill so beautifully."
His hard cock kept on fervently finding the mark. He blasted hard with it, manipulating it as he did everything he could to satisfy himself. A few hot, steady stabs later, the juices were about set to spray from the end of his tool. So he kept on wielding his dick, stabbing her ever so hard with it, letting his penis thunder forward as it kept on making contact with her steaming mound.
The closer that he drew toward orgasm, the faster that she flung her buttocks as she anticipated his orgasm. Back and forth she twisted them, and now the juices were about set to spray from her mound. It was just a question of who would shoot first.
"Here it goes," she gasped. "Baby, ahhh, the juices. They're shooting. Yes, they're spilling from me. Baby, ah, how nice."
She kept flinging her body forward, her buttocks splashing in the water as she unloaded her juices and prepared to receive the hot pecker liquids from her lover. He was only a few strokes away from that grand moment. A few swift, confident cock stabs later, the juices began to unleash themselves from the end of his hard, sturdy dick.
"Here we go," he sighed. "Baby, ahhh, it's all shooting out of there. This feel so good. Sweetheart, oh, darling, baby doll, what a fuck."
As the juices kept on shooting from his mammoth stick, his whole body shook. He watched the steady descent of the thick white cream. A few moments later, the act was all over.
"You sit down in the tub," Sally smiled, jumping up from where she had been lying. "I want to suck you off."
"That's the best offer I've had all day."
"Come on, dear. I really want to blast with my tongue. I want to drive it up and down your hot spear. Sweetheart, oh, I really want to suck you."
He stretched out in the tub, letting his legs dangle. In order to entice her all the more, Ray reached out and ran his fingers over his dick. He liked touching his hard, throbbing prong, since he knew it would entice her all the more.
"Come on, suck me off," he sighed.
She put her tongue to work right away, letting it scrape against his balls. She began to work upward from there, driving her tongue vigorously against his hot, flaming passion stick.
His body began to splash eagerly in the tub as she kept up her steady pace, allowing her tongue to go to work against his cock. The faster and more sharply that she drove her tongue, the quicker that she moved him toward a stirring climax. Up and down her tongue kept on performing, driving all kinds of wild sensations through his whole body as she concentrated on his dick.
"Come on, you've about got me there," he said. "Just a few more strokes. Sweetheart, around you there's no tomorrow. Once you start sucking, that's it."
A few sturdy tugs later, the deluge of cream began to stream from the end of his aroused cock. He could feel the waves of itchiness, circulating through his whole body as the hot, spicy liquid kept on shooting.
"Eat every drop of it," he grinned. "Baby, what a suck."
As she released her tongue from his cock, he got up from the tub.
"Honey, you've really made my day," he grinned. "I hope we can get together again soon."
"Any time is fine with me. You were right. You said you could really dominate me, and you proved it."
"I'll tell you what. I've got me a little free time tomorrow between one and two. I don't have an appointment for then, and I was just figuring on goofing off if something doesn't pop up. You know, going to a beer bar and sipping the suds. But now I'll hold it open for you. No charge. Ray, the friendly TV repairman willing to perform services."
"That sounds just fine," she told him. "Baby doll, you show up at one. I'm looking forward to it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ray arrived promptly at one the following day.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," he deadpanned as he entered the house. "I understand your TV is still giving you problems."
"You're something else. Even bringing your tool box in with you."
"That's just in case you've got any nosy neighbors who might wonder what the hell I'm doing here."
"Very clever, I must say."
"You're damned right. I know what I'm doing, honey, where sex is concerned anyway."
"Let's go straight to bed."
"Fine with me. I see you've got your robe on again. I'll bet you've got nothing on underneath it."
"Why don't you pull it off and find out?"
Ray reached out and undid the sash. As he pulled off her robe, he discovered that, just like the day before, Sally was totally naked. He grabbed her by the hand and together they walked into the bedroom.
"This is some kind of layout," he whistled as he observed the huge bed.
"Certainly is."
"I'll bet your husband really gives you some good times. Having a wife like you, he ought to want to stay busy all the time.
"Believe it or not, he's not what I hoped for. At one time he was."
"Maybe it's one of these deals about a guy being too busy. I know the type. You know, some of the horniest women I deal with are married to successful guys. I come and fix their TV sets and next thing you know they're drooling all over the place. Just begging me to fuck them. Quite naturally, in the interests of science, I want to satisfy them. After all, I do promise service with a smile."
"I know. You're just doing it to perform professional services," Sally laughed as she stretched out in the huge bed.
"I must admit I get some joy out of it as well," he laughed.
He removed his clothes, then took off his T-shirt and shorts. He looked down at his hot, bulging cock. He reached down with both hands, letting his fingers slide with slippery grace against his peter.
Ray threw himself down on top of the bed, allowing his chest to slip and slide against her breasts. As his hairy chest kept making contact with Sally's tits, he pushed his tongue forward. He drove it inside of her mouth, devouring her with his hungry, sliding tongue impact. He kept on wiggling his tongue, moving it back and forth inside her mouth. He finally released his tongue from her mouth, after which he was prepared to launch into some wild fucking.
"I'll bet your beautiful box would be fun to suck," he said.
Ray reached down with his right hand, commencing to slide his fingers inside of Sally's nest. All he had to do was touch her clitoris and her whole body began to bounce up and down. She loved the way that his fingers were approaching her. Back and forth his fingers kept on steadily employing themselves, and as they did, her whole body reacted with satisfaction. She liked the way that he was pursuing her with his fingers, grinding them back and forth as he slid them inside of her nest.
A few quick, sturdy finger strokes later, he released his fingers from her pussy. He decided it was time to slip his tongue down between her legs. He reached down and started to toy with her thighs. His fingers worked gracefully, moving with unswerving desire. His heart pounded furiously as he pushed his tongue down between her thighs and prepared to tongue her pussy.
"Honey, suck my mound," she swooned. "Baby, I really like the way you're treating me. You've got so much in the way of passion stored up. So just slide your tongue inside my mound. Really give me a good ride. Come on, baby doll. Suck me. Darling, oh, suck my nest."
His tongue went to work ever so steadily, driving itself forward inside her pussy. He enjoyed the swift, stabbing sensations that he asserted. Ever so quickly he kept up his sharp, impactful stabs. He drove his tongue back and forth, working it inside of her slippery snatch as he pushed her that much nearer to the supreme moment that they were both awaiting.
"Keep tonguing me. Yes, darling. Ahhh, you're all right, baby. I love the way you're moving your tongue. Darling, suck me. Come on, baby doll, keep moving your tongue."
As she kept sighing, her hips continued twisting. He worked his tongue back and forth as he pushed her ever nearer. A few quick, decisive tongue stabs later, the juices started to bolt from her pussy. They sprayed inside of his mouth, after which he released his tongue from her snatch.
"Here we go," he said. "I'm gonna fuck you again."
He slid his right index finger inside of her asshole. He stabbed with great precision, working his finger as deeply as he knew how inside of her anus. A few quick, jolting finger movements later, he released his hot digit. He was ready by then to move into some wild cock action.
Ray reached out and grabbed her thighs, shoving them over his shoulders. As his heart beat steadily, he moved his cock forward, watching as it made its initial penetration inside of her hot ass slit.
"There we go," he said with an air of celebration. "I've inserted it inside you, honey. My cock is really going to work. I'm really fucking your asshole. You're gonna keep getting fucked. I'm going to fuck it like hell until the juices all shoot from it."
"Go ahead, baby. Just work your cock inside me. Grind it, darling. Baby, ohhh, come on, push your cock. Push your cock into me."
His hot, steaming instrument kept on savagely driving ever deeper inside her anus. The faster and harder that he fucked her, the closer that he found himself moving toward the moment of climax. He was fucking her with everything that he had, driving his sharp stick so diligently inside her asshole. He now was on the verge of orgasm. He knew he couldn't keep up that kind of action much longer. A few quick, sharp stabs later, the juices began to tumble from the end of his exhilarated tool. They kept on shooting, spurting out of the end of his dick and into her asshole.
He removed his cock from her anus, then reached down and started to finger her pussy. The faster he pushed his finger inside of her mound, the greater the degree of satisfaction that kept on building within him. He wanted to unleash his huge tool, to drive it forward with assertiveness and skill until every droplet of his thick, hot white cream had shot from his penis.
"Here we go," he sighed. "I'm really gonna screw you. I'm gonna screw your hot cunt. I'm sure you're ready to be fucked again."
"I'm always ready to be fucked by you," Sally gulped. "Come on, dear. Just fuck me."
His hard, driving cock once again entered her. This time he plunged it inside of her pussy. His cock raced diligently as he kept slamming it, driving it inside of her hot nest as he moved himself ever nearer to orgasm.
"Honey, you're a wild man," she told him. "You're just wild for my kind of action. Yes, I'm so happy."
His hot, stirring peter kept on pushing, driving inside of her mound as he worked himself ever closer. A few quick, jolting cock stabs later, the peter spray was about set to spurt from the end of his hot dick. So he kept on unloading his sexual needs by driving his pecker forward, hurling it ever deeper inside of her tight snatch. Her buttocks bounced about passionately as she finally heaved a deep sigh. The juices were shooting from her pussy, and all the while her lover kept steadily digging ahead, driving his hot, vigorous tool inside of her snatch.
A few quick, effective cock plunges later, the juices were all ready to shoot. They began to splash out of the end of his hard, charging dick and into her pussy. He kept driving his cock forward, sliding it with rapidity until each and every droplet of his hot liquid had finished spilling from the end of his rod.
He then removed his peter from her snatch.
"Honey, that was really fucking," he laughed broadly.
As Ray stretched out to relax for a few moments, his lover Sally got up from the bed. She walked into the bathroom, then returned with a wash cloth. Ever so thoroughly, she washed off his prick. She then dried off his wet pecker with the bed sheet.
"It looks like you're fixing to give me some more action," he nodded happily.
"Yes, I am. I want to suck your cock. I want to plunge my tongue against your peter. I'm gonna give you a fantastic screw."
"That's the only kind your capable of giving me.
"I'm glad you recognize that."
"Then cut loose, my sweet Just run your tongue against my pecker. Suck me off. Come on, honey. Just drive your tongue against my hot peter. Bring me to a beautiful climax."
She reached down with both hands, grinding her fingers against his balls. As she squeezed and clutched at his testicles, Sally began to maneuver her tongue up and down the full length of his dick. The faster that she fingered his balls, the more quickly that she attacked his prick.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Come on, honey. You can suck me for all you're worth. Come on, just suck me off. Drive your grinding tongue. Darling, ahhh, come on, slide it. Yes, sweetheart. Slide your tongue. Come on, suck me off."
His body began to shift back and forth nervously as he slid alongside of the bed. He kept heaving loud gasps as her tongue forged ahead, driving up and down the full length of his steaming, ever-so-eager ramrod. While her tongue kept on converging against his dick, she moved her fingers even more briskly than before against his balls. They kept on scraping rapidly, and all the while his body was shifting with great energy as he got set to explode his thick white semen inside of her mouth.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it off," he grunted.
Her tongue kept on flinging against his mammoth organ. The faster that she licked his dick, the more quickly that her head bobbed as it plunged up and down, while she worked him that much nearer to climax. He was all set to unload every drop of thick white cream.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it," he gasped.
As Ray found himself moving nearer, he reached out with both hands. He slid his fingers through her hair, and as they kept on stroking against hers, she drove her tongue speedily as she pushed him that much closer.
A few quick, convincing tongue stabs later, the juices began to make their way out of the end of his cock. They splashed wildly, spurting out of his hot, eager organ and into her mouth. Like somebody dying of thirst in the desert, she attacked his cock with everything she could muster. He watched the way that her tongue zestfully slid back and forth as she sought to catch every drop.
"That's the way to do it," Ray nodded. "Baby doll, ohhh, you're really gonna get it. Every drop of it. Sweetheart, come on, eat me. Yeah, you're eating it. This I like. I like this kind of sensation. Darling, ahhh, honey baby. You're really a suck artist. You're really doing it."
Her body bounced up and down on the bed several times, after which she finally succeeded in swallowing every drop of his hot prick juice. She then removed her tongue from his organ. As she did this, she stretched out next to him on the bed.
"You know, I'm sorry I ever turned you down," she said. "I should have listened to you right from the beginning:."
"You know, I was making a play right from the word go."
"I know you were. I thought that it would be wrong to screw behind my husband's back. I thought you were being crude to even ask for it."
"But you don't think that any more."
"No, I sure don't. As a matter-of-fact, I think that I'm entitled to some action. If I can't get that much of it from my husband, then why the hell can't I do a little cheating on the side?"
"You've answered your own question, baby," he winked.
"Yes, I suppose I have."
He leaned forward, sliding his fingers through her hair. He then permitted his fingers to stroke her smooth, velvety skin on her face. When Ray removed his fingers from her face, he looked up at the clock on the wall.
"I hate to do this, but I've got to be moving on," he said. "There's an old battle axe a few miles from here who'll raise the roof if I don't get there to fix her TV set. That's all she wants to do. Just sit there and watch the tube. She's glued to the damn thing. No wonder it gives out every now and then. How much abuse can a television set take?"
"How much fucking can you do?"
"I'll tell you something. My batteries last a lot longer," he winked laughingly.
"After having been fucked by you, I really believe that."
He leaned forward and delivered a parting kiss to her lips. After that, Ray left. Sally stretched out on the bed, happy that she had received so much in the way of beautiful attention from Ray. Sure, she might have been a cheating wife. But at that point, she couldn't have cared less. She was receiving all kinds of beautiful sensations from different men. Sensations that she had been deprived of for all to long. Yes, she figured, if Barry wasn't willing to give her what she needed to survive as a woman, then one way or another she would find someone who would fill that void for her.
As she got up from the bed, she began to resent Barry all the more. After all, isn't a husband supposed to keep his wife physically satisfied? Just because he was able to provide her with all kinds of luxury and comfort did not mean he was meeting the first requirement of a husband. Just maybe, she thought, she ought to collect a series of substitute husbands.
CHAPTER NINE
It was several days later, and Sally was at a women's health club which she frequented.
She was stretching out in the shallow end of the pool after having swam. Now she was set to go into the sauna room.
As she got set to climb out of the pool, she heard the splashing sound of another nude female body hitting the water. As the body swam toward her, she took a look and observed that it belonged to her lovely, raven-haired friend Marilyn Stone. Marilyn was married to a successful doctor, and several times Marilyn had complained to her about the fact that her husband had been too busy to supply her with the kind of sexual attention that she needed. Even though Sally felt like telling Marilyn that her life was complicated by the same problem, she did not do so. Sally hated to say anything about her husband's inadequacies. Now, however, she was beginning to open up a little. The more that she let herself go, the easier it was for her to talk about even the unpleasant subject of her sex life with her husband.
"How are you doing, Marilyn?" Sally smiled as Marilyn swam over to her.
"I guess I'm doing all right," she shrugged. "Things aren't going all that well with Dave, but you know how those things go."
"Yes, I do. They're not going all that well with Barry either."
"You don't say. I never knew you had any complaints with Barry. Of course, I guess that's normal. You're never gonna find any situation that's perfect. I guess I probably gripe too much. Maybe I'm just too horny for my own good."
Marilyn was about three years older than Sally. She carried herself with a great deal of maturity. She possessed the kind of body and face that would turn on any man. Sally always enjoyed talking with her.
"I was getting ready to go into the sauna," Sally said.
"That sounds pretty good. You know, I don't feel much like swimming today anyway. Maybe I'll join you in the sauna"
"No time like the present."
They exited the swimming pool together, then dried their bodies briskly with towels. They took the towels with them as they sauntered barefooted and totally naked into the sauna room, which they had all to themselves.
As they sat on benches across from each other, their alert eyes took in each other's body. Sally couldn't help but admire the way that Marilyn was put together. Whereas Sally kept in shape mainly through swimming, Marilyn played a good deal of tennis. But they had attained the same results, that of preserving beautiful bodies. As they lay there stretched out, continuing to watch each other, they enjoyed the relaxation of the sauna The sweat began to pour from their bodies, and as Sally kept on eyeing Marilyn, she couldn't help but notice how extraordinarily beautiful she looked. It was as if the sweat had brought out another dimension in her.
She kept on staring at her, recognizing that there was something in the way of physical attraction that was manifesting within her toward Marilyn. Sally could hardly believe it. But that was definitely the case. Her body was alive with excitement, and she wondered just what it would be like to share herself with another woman. Even though she recalled a number of occasions when women had advanced themselves toward her, Sally had always indignantly refused to get involved. She considered herself to be all women, and that to her meant there was no room in her life for lesbian action.
Sally wondered about beautiful Marilyn, and whether she would be inclined toward that type of sex. Unless Sally was mistaken, she thought she observed a titillating expression on Marilyn's face. At least there appeared to be a great deal of curiosity present as her eyes kept on focusing in her direction.
"You know, you look really good," Marilyn said. "As a matter-of-fact, you're just a great-looking gal."
"Thank you very much. You look pretty good yourself."
"I do all right," Marilyn laughed. "I work at it and I guess that helps me. Anyway, I guess I'll take a cold shower, then go home. You know what I wish?"
"What's that?" Sally looked at her with curiosity.
"I'd like to have you come home with me. We can have a little something to drink. Just relax. You know, for some reason or another I felt kind of in the dumps today. That's why I came here. And fortunately I met you. We can talk. Enjoy ourselves a little. What do you say?"
"That'll be fine," Sally nodded. "I'll be more than happy to shoot the breeze with you over at your place."
As they left the sauna room, Sally couldn't help but wonder if there might be an ulterior motive in Marilyn's suggestion that she accompany her to her home. She kept wondering about it as she looked over and observed Marilyn's beautiful sweating body as she stood there beneath the water of the cold shower. A few moments later they were toweling off their bodies. Sally observed Marilyn's well-formed breasts, which were so firm and lovely. She then dropped her eyes downward toward her pussy, which looked so appetizing. She wondered if she could ever work up the nerve to experiment in sex with Marilyn. Or, indeed, if she would ever get the chance. After all, it was up to Marilyn to make the determination as to whether she would want to engage in that type of action or not. She would make it in concert with Sally. Sally kept wondering if, in the final analysis, she would actually want to follow through. All she did know was that she felt a certain titillation, shock waves of excitement circulating through her pussy as she looked at Marilyn.
They left a few minutes later. Sally followed behind Marilyn's Cadillac in her Porsche. They drove out to her place in Sherman Oaks. It was like Sally's house in the sense that it was above Ventura Boulevard and in the mountains.
They got out of their cars and proceeded inside the house. Marilyn gestured toward the living room sofa.
"Have a seat and relax," she smiled. "I'll whip up some drinks."
Marilyn walked over toward the bar in the corner of the room. She mixed some Screwdrivers, handing one of the glasses to Sally, then sprawling out next to her on the sofa. Marilyn kicked off her shoes, then extended her legs across the table that rested in front of the sofa. Sally could observe her beautiful, tanned legs, and the longer that she looked at them, the more she recognized that she was unmistakably attracted to her. Sally knew only too well that if she got the chance she would engage in some sex with this beautiful woman.
As they quickly drank the Screwdrivers, Sally noticed that Marilyn was returning her stares. It made her feel a little uncomfortable, so she turned her head away. She didn't want her eyes to have to directly confront those of Marilyn.
As Marilyn quickly gulped down the first Screwdriver, she smiled at Sally.
"I want to have another one," Marilyn said, popping up from the sofa. "I take it you'd like a second one, too?"
"I guess so. That first drink was powerful. You sure put a lot of vodka in there. A lot more vodka than orange juice."
"I don't like to shortchange people in the drinking department," Marilyn smiled as she took the empty glass. "After all, I believe in being generous with the liquor, not stingy."
"I can certainly believe that after sampling what you just gave me."
She quickly poured refills, taking the glasses back to the sofa. Once again Marilyn gulped down her drink. As soon as they finished, she moved her body slightly closer to Sally's.
"You know, I'm getting kind of horny," Marilyn told her. "I can see that you are, too."
"How can you tell?" Sally gulped with surprise, a little astonished by her friend's boldness.
"It's very easy. I just look into your face. I can tell these things, dear. I can see something else, too. I can see that you would like to do it with me."
Sally's heart began to pound and her arms trembled. She could feel the tension rising within her whole body. A tense sweat began to surface on her forehead.
"I don't know what you mean," she gulped quickly, recognizing just how weak her response was.
"Don't play it like you were a little girl," Marilyn laughed. "You're a mature woman. So am I. There's no reason why we can't get involved."
Marilyn reached out at that point with her right hand, beginning to circulate her fingers through Sally's hair. It felt good to Sally to have her gorgeous blonde hair stroked by Marilyn. She could hear the sounds of Marilyn's heavy breathing as Marilyn moved closer toward her. Marilyn's body twitched with eagerness as her fingers kept on moving, stroking as they slid through her hair.
"I really like touching your hair," Marilyn sighed. "You've got a beautiful body. I can feel your hot breath. You're breathing so damned heavily. I know why you are. You're excited. I'm excited. We're both damned excited."
Marilyn pushed her tongue forward. She allowed it to enter inside of her lover's mouth. Back and forth her tongue began to stroke against her lover's. The longer that the tongues met, the faster the pace that Marilyn asserted. She enjoyed twisting and turning her tongue, allowing it to slide with electric impact against that of her lover.
As tongue kept pressing against tongue, Marilyn stroked Sally's hair even faster than before. She enjoyed touching it. She loved the shock waves of excitement that kept rippling through her body, and she was well aware of the fact that Sally was feeling those same waves of excitement.
As Marilyn's tongue kept on making rapid-fire strides against Sally's, she removed her fingers from Sally's hair. She slid her fingers downward, allowing them to manipulate their way inside of Sally's dress. Her fingers authoritatively dug ever so deeply, working their way finally inside of Sally's bra. Her fingers kept twisting, plunging back and forth as they worked against Sally's warm, inflated breasts. She liked the smoothness and firmness of Sally's breasts, and the longer that Marilyn sent her fingers against them, the greater the degree of excitement that she felt. The desires kept on swelling inside her, and as they did, her tongue worked against Sally's that much faster and her fingers slid that much more smoothly and eagerly against her breasts.
A few quick strokes later, Marilyn removed her tongue from Sally's mouth and her fingers from her breasts. She reached out instinctively, allowing her fingers to begin unbuttoning the back of Sally's dress. Sally's body began to shake more than ever as Marilyn undid the buttons.
"I don't believe this," Sally gulped. "What are you doing? You're getting so bold. You're taking my dress off."
"Certainly I am," she smiled. "I'm taking it off because I think that's the thing to do. In order for people to get undressed, they've got to remove their clothes. That's a simple axiom."
"I didn't know you were going to carry it that far," Sally said, experiencing some sudden fear.
"What did you think?" Marilyn grinned, chiding her lover affectionately. "After coming this far, you can be certain that I'm not going to stop at this point. We've got to both get naked, darling. We've both got to enjoy ourselves enormously. We're gonna do it, darling. We're gonna have a whale of a time. I love your beautiful body. I love it so much."
She kept on unbuttoning her dress. As she finished doing so, Marilyn reached out and grabbed it. She tugged hard, pulling the dress over Sally's head. As she removed it, she looked at Sally's gorgeous body. Sally wore only her panties and bra, and from the look of enthusiasm on Marilyn's face, it would only be a matter of minutes before she was shorn of her underwear.
"What a body," Marilyn said with admiration. "I really do want to fuck you, honey. I'm gonna give you a nice screw."
"I can't believe how far I'm going now," Sally laughed. "You know, until a short time ago I wouldn't have thought of cheating on my husband. So first I take on a few men. Now I'm taking on a woman."
"Of course you are. You're taking on a beautiful woman who happens to appreciate what you stand for. I don't usually cheat with men, honey. I usually do it with women. Hell, my husband wouldn't probably even care if he knew. It might rub his ego the wrong way, but not in the same way it would if he found out I was doing it with men. He could take this in time, not that I'm planning to confide in him. He could use it on me any time he wanted to if I did."
Marilyn reached out with both hands, undoing her lover's bra straps. She pulled off her bra, then reached down and grabbed at her panties. She slid her panties down Sally's legs, then off of her altogether.
"I want to fuck you," Marilyn announced eagerly. "Let's really get into some screwing."
Sally's whole body quivered as Marilyn reached out and tugged at her panties. She pulled sharply at them, removing them in a matter of a few strokes. She reached out with her right hand and slid her fingers inside of her nest. She loved touching Sally's hot mound this way.
Marilyn removed her fingers from Sally's snatch, then immediately began to take off her own dress. She jumped up from the sofa, and as she did, Sally watched her closely. Sally got up slowly from the sofa, standing a few feet away from Marilyn as she watched her go through the paces of stripping. Marilyn was encouraged every time that she looked over at Sally. She liked focusing her eyes on Sally's beautiful body.
"What a body you've got," Marilyn kept repeating. "Am I ever ready to give you a screw, honey. A terrific screw."
As soon as Marilyn stripped off her panties and bra, she stood with her hands on her hips, proudly revealing her beautiful form to Sally. Sally's eyes were captivated by her gorgeous black pubic mound, and she knew now that she would be able to go all the way with Marilyn.
The harder that Sally's heart pounded, the more aware of that fact she became.
CHAPTER TEN
The girls were lying nude in bed, staring at each other hungrily.
Marilyn recognized that, as the more experienced girl of the two, with respect to lesbian sex, she would be the logical person to take the initiative. She was more than happy to do so.
As a matter-of-fact, it thrilled her to think that she could serve as an instructor to her gorgeous friend. She would be the party to show lovely Sally the ropes.
She reached out with her fingers attacking Sally's breasts with great urgency. Back and forth she let her fingers stab. She probed her tits with swift, decisive movements. Back and forth she kept up her determined finger strides. As she did, she dropped her head down between Sally's legs. Marilyn knew that she could project Sally into an even greater state of excitement by providing her with double action. As she moved her fingers back and forth against Sally's tits, she puckered up her lips and pushed them against Sally's pussy. The first time that her lips sank against Sally's already titillated cunt, Sally's body erupted in a whirlpool state of excitement. Her whole body bounced back and forth as she heaved a deep sigh, receiving the hot kiss from her lover.
"I like that," Sally gulped. "Baby doll, oh, does that ever feel good. When you kiss my cunt like that. Darling, ohhh, I can feel the excitement all over. What it does to me. Sweetheart, oh, are you ever beautiful when you do that. Baby doll, oh, sweetie. You're beautiful."
As Sally's body bounced up and down on the bed, and as she heaved loud gasps, Marilyn was more encouraged than ever. She leaned forward and kissed her pussy once more. Marilyn's whole body was quivering with enthusiasm as she responded to the kisses that her lover kept sending her way. Several more times in rapid succession, Marilyn kissed Sally's pussy. As she removed her lips finally from Sally's mound, she also released her fingers from her breasts. She dropped her fingers downward toward her ass cheeks. She held onto the hot, fleshy globes. The more rapidly that she touched her hot ass cheeks, the greater the amount of enthusiasm that reverberated throughout Sally's whole body. She loved the swift, forceful finger strokes that Marilyn kept providing against her buttocks.
After Marilyn had spent a few more moments letting her fingers grip against Sally's ass cheeks, she reached down and slid her fingers against Sally's thighs. She kept stroking them, and as she did she pushed her tongue forward. Marilyn's tongue went to work against Sally's left buttock. Up and down she kept on stroking, and, alternately, she would push her tongue from side to side. She enjoyed the quick, decisive tongue movements that she kept on providing for Sally. She kept on stroking, driving her tongue quickly, eagerly loving each and every stroke that her tongue brought in Sally's direction.
"Baby doll, I just love this," Sally exclaimed.
"Honey, ohhh, do you ever know how to stroke me. You're so good, baby. I just love it so much. Darling, ohhh, come on, suck me. Keep sucking me."
Marilyn ran her tongue over Sally's buttock a few more times, after which she withdrew it. She then put her tongue to work against Sally's other hot ass cheek. Her tongue kept grinding away, working even faster than it had against Sally's other ass cheek. The quicker that her tongue continued to grind, the greater the waves of enthusiasm that circulated through Sally's body.
"Keep sucking me," Sally sighed. "I just love the stroking. Come on, honey. Oh, you're really making me come alive. I was afraid of this in the beginning, but I'm not anymore. As a matter-of-fact, I love it. I really do, Keep your tongue moving. Come on, move your tongue like a piston. Darling, keep it sliding. That's what I need. Slide it."
After a few more strokes, Marilyn released her tongue from Sally's buttock. She then let her tongue forge ahead some more. This time she wanted to let it plunge inside of Sally's asshole. So she let it go to work convincingly, driving her tongue with great steadiness as it slipped back and forth inside of Sally's hot anus.
"I like that," Sally exclaimed. "Come on, darling. Just drive your tongue inside of my asshole. Baby, ohhh, how it itches. It feels so nice. Come on, dear. Tongue me. Come on, tongue my asshole. Keep planting your tongue inside my hot ass. Darling, oh, what tongue sensations."
Marilyn's tongue kept on working, pushing back and forth as it slid ever deeper inside of Sally's asshole. While Marilyn kept up her short, quick, jolting stabs inside of Sally's anus, she was thrilled to observe the way that Sally's whole body was spinning under the impact of her swift, ever-so-devastating tongue stabs.
"Can you ever suck ass," Sally complimented her. "I really love the way your tongue is working. Come on, honey. Darling, ohhh, tongue my asshole. Tongue it real nice."
While Marilyn kept up her steady pursuit of her lover's anus, she reached out with her right hand, ever so slowly and tantalizingly manipulating her fingers against Sally's pussy. This was like a dream come true for Marilyn. Several times she had thought about what great fun it would be to have sex with beautiful Sally. Sally was the best-looking young woman that she knew, but the one who seemed unattainable. She never thought that Sally would even consider cheating on her own husband with a man, much less participating in sex with a woman. Marilyn had considered that to be completely off limits for Sally, and it made her feel so good to know that the gorgeous young woman was now willing to engage in sex with her.
As her tongue kept on driving, manipulating back and forth as it shoved inside of her anus, she kept on playing with her hot pussy. Back and forth her fingers kept driving, stroking eagerly against her snatch.
The combination of the finger titillation coupled with the tongue strokes caused her to feel all kinds of enthusiasm. Sally loved the way that her friend was stroking.
"You're gonna bring me off," Sally sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, pretty soon your tongue is gonna do it."
Marilyn released her fingers a few strokes later, then got set to plunge her tongue forward. She wanted to push it inside of Sally's hot, ever-ready mound. She wanted to receive the swift, beautiful sensations from her lover until the juices shot.
Sally's lover removed her tongue from her asshole. Sally's whole body kept twitching as she lay there, preparing to receive some swift, jolting stabs inside her pussy.
But before Marilyn would proceed to that point, she still had some other activities to pursue. She reached down once again and let her fingers slide deeply inside of Sally's cunt Back and forth she carefully glided her fingers, loving every hot, stroking sensation that she provided as her fingers kept moving, roaming ever so eagerly the surface of Sally's pussy.
Sally's whole body came unglued with frantic excitement as Marilyn's fingers kept on working back and forth. The longer that Marilyn kept on pursuing her with her fingers, the greater the degree of zealous excitement that Sally felt. Her heart kept on pounding ever so eagerly as the activity continued.
"You're gonna have to suck my cunt," Sally said. "It's gotten to that point, baby. You can only push a horny girl like me so far."
"That's certainly true," Marilyn laughed. "I'll go to work all right. I'll suck your pussy. We're gonna have all kinds of kicks, baby. There's just one thing I don't want to do. I don't want to rush things too fast. I want to give us sufficient time to really enjoy each other."
"I suppose you're right about that."
"Take it from me. I've had plenty of sex with women. But I'll tell you one thing. I've never done it with anybody any better looking than you. As a matter-of-fact, I don't know if I've ever done it with anybody who looked as good."
"I'm sure you can get many beautiful woman. After all, you're so beautiful yourself," Sally said pantingly.
"Well, there aren't many women around who look as good as you," Marilyn grinned. "Sure, there are a lot of real attractive ones, and some beautiful ones, but, honey, you're something else."
"I'm so glad you've got such a high opinion of me.
"Of course I do, sweetheart. It's the highest. Now I'm gonna just keep my fingers moving for a little longer. I want you to be as homey for it as you can possibly be."
"I'm hungry right now."
"I can see that. I can see by the way that your legs are dancing. That's good. That's very nice. Just hang on, honey. It's just gonna be a little while longer. I want to just make sure that you're as excited as possible. I want you to be right there. Right to the point where you feel you can't take any more of it. At that point I'll start sucking you."
"I'm just about there now," Sally sighed heavily.
"Hang on, baby. Ohhh, I love running my fingers inside your nest."
Marilyn looked down at her and smiled.
As Marilyn kept up her rapid-fire finger pace inside of Sally's hot nest, she felt the moisture inside of Sally's snatch.
"You're getting nice and wet," Marilyn winked. "I'm just about ready to start going down on you. I'm gonna really give you a sucking. One that you're not ever gonna forget."
"Baby doll, come on, just let yourself go all the way."
"That's the only way I fuck. If I'm gonna do it, it's gonna be uninhibitedly."
Marilyn pushed her tongue down between Sally's hot buns. As she fingered her still-moist ass cheeks, which she had conscientiously sucked earlier, Marilyn pushed her tongue inside of Sally's anus. Back and forth she commenced to stroke, driving her fingers with skill and diligence as she let herself go. The quicker that she stroked, the more eagerly that her lover responded. She liked the swift, vigorous strokes that her lover kept on sending inside of her anus. The quicker that Marilyn's tongue went to work on Sally's asshole, the more that Sally enjoyed it.
Sally kept lying back, gasping as Marilyn put her tongue to work.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Marilyn's tongue kept forging forcefully forward. She kept driving it, letting it spin, allowing it to thrust with great magnificence as she worked it into the innermost sensitive crevices of Sally's asshole.
"Come on, Marilyn baby," Sally continued to steadily encourage. "Suck my ass. Damned, ohhh, I thought you were gonna go for my cunt next. This feels so good. You're so nice. Your tongue works so beautifully in my asshole."
Marilyn kept whipping her tongue back and forth. She would shove it inside of Sally's asshole just so far, then would withdraw it. She kept teasing her with her tantalizing tongue strokes, then recognized that she just had to get Sally off.
So Marilyn released her tongue from Sally's asshole. She drove it quickly forward, moving it down between Sally's legs. Her tongue began to flick back and forth, driving from side to side as Marilyn enjoyed supplying the tugging tongue stabs.
"Baby, the white heat is just surfacing through my whole body," Sally told her. "Darling, I can't remember the last time I got this many thrills. Keep stabbing my mound."
Marilyn worked as quickly as she knew how. She was aware of one thing. At that stage of the game, Sally could not hope to withstand much more in the way of rapid-fire cunt sucking. After all, she was just too far gone. The swift, assertive tongue strokes that she had received prior to the ass licking had put her in a state of wild enthusiasm. So now there would be no escape. She would keep receiving the swift, determined tongue strokes until the juices sprayed from her pussy.
Her buttocks kept weaving back and forth, fluttering in the breeze as Marilyn reached out and grabbed at them. Marilyn held on tightly as she clutched at Sally's butt. All the while her driving tongue kept up its pace, moving back and forth, stabbing crisply as she worked it inside of her asshole.
"Bring me off," Sally exclaimed. "Come on, honey. Just a few more stabbing tongue strokes. You've about got me there. You're doing so beautifully. You do it so well. You fuck so nicely."
Marilyn kept sinking her tongue against Sally's gash. A few quick, timely strokes later, the juices started to shoot from Sally's mound. They splashed from her pussy and into Marilyn's mouth.
"That's it, ohhh, I'm there," Sally sighed. "Honey, ohhh, suck me. Suck all of it out of me. What a suck. What a glorious suck."
Marilyn eagerly released her tongue from Sally's pussy. She recognized that the fun was just beginning. She had brought Sally off for the first time, and this would make Sally a lot more relaxed. It would give her a feeling of added confidence in the area of female lovemaking. Now she would be willing to do a lot more.
Marilyn grinned mischievously as she slid her legs out. She parted them ever so slowly, wanting to give her lover an opportunity to observe everything that was happening. Marilyn would guide Sally along step by step, until ultimately she would have her just about where she wanted her, in the throes of beautiful sex, going all out and enjoying every moment of it.
Now Marilyn reached down with her left hand. She started to toy with her pubic nest, then slid her fingers inside of her snatch. Her hips ground back and forth as she played with her pussy.
"Just look at me," Marilyn smiled. "Don't I look cute, baby?"
"You look beautiful," Sally replied eagerly.
"Then let's get ourselves into it, honey. Let's really enjoy it. Let's have some beautiful sex together."
"I'll do anything that you suggest."
"That's good. I'm glad you're not one of these people who has a lot of hangups. That makes it so much more fun, my dear. You know, with some of these girls I've made love to, I've had to argue and argue and argue with them. You'd think that I wanted to perform surgery on them or something."
"Of course, in a manner of speaking, I guess you do," Sally chuckled. "But a different type of surgery than what you're talking about, anyway."
"Yes, that's right."
"So what do you want me to do, honey, for a starter?"
"I'd like for you to kiss my cunt just like I kissed yours before. I think you remember how excited that made you feel."
"You're not kidding. My whole body came alive. Did I ever enjoy it."
"Then let's get into that again."
She dropped her head down between her lover's legs. Sally could feel the pulsating waves of excitement accelerating through her whole body. For a long time she had been strictly on the receiving end, but now it was her turn to go after Marilyn. And Marilyn was giving her a quick instructional course on how to provide another woman with all kinds of passion.
She dropped her head down between Marilyn's legs and immediately kissed her pussy. She let her lips sink against Marilyn's wet, inviting nest. She liked the way that Marilyn's whole body glided from side to side as she reacted to her kiss.
"Do it again," Marilyn exclaimed. "Come on, baby. Kiss my pussy. Darling, Ohhh, come on and kiss it."
She pushed her lips between her lover's legs again. She kissed her lover's hot mound. She kissed it several times in rapid succession, and all the while her lover gasped and sighed, loving what Sally was doing to her. Marilyn found it highly encouraging that Sally was able to seize the initiative that fast. With a lot of young women, even after she'd made love to them, some of the hangups remained. They still could not seem to let themselves go all the way. But with Sally it was much different, and that was what caused Marilyn to thrill to her even that much more.
"Kiss my cunt a few more time," Marilyn said. "Come on, baby. Just let your lips push against my mound. I like that, baby. Yes, I like the way your lips are moving."
A few seconds later, Sally released her lips from Marilyn's hot gash.
"Do you want me to go down on you now?" Sally asked.
"No, baby. Get me more excited first. Give me a nice thorough tongue bath. For one thing, you can suck my tits. Wouldn't you like to sink your tongue against my hot tit flesh?"
"I sure would. Every time that I touch you, I seem to get that much more excited."
"That's good, Then let's romp, baby. Come on, let's really get it on."
In order to encourage Sally that much more, Marilyn let her body slide back and forth. She heaved loud gasps, loving the whole prospect of what was happening. Sally pushed her tongue down against Marilyn's hot left tit. Back and forth Sally kept on wielding her tongue, letting it move against Marilyn's warm tit. She started out quickly, at which point Marilyn cautioned her ever so softly.
"Slow it down a little, baby," Marilyn said. "Move your tongue nice and slow. Yes, doll. I don't want you to move your tongue too fast. Baby, come on, move it real smooth. Just slow it up. That's it. Slow it up."
Sally slowed up her pace, but continued to approach her lover's hot tit. Back and forth her tongue kept on driving, making solid impact against her breast. She moved from Marilyn's left breast over to her right, repeating the same sensations.
"You're all right, baby," Marilyn gasped. "I like that. As a matter-of-fact, you can move your tongue faster now. Come on, let it slide a little more quickly, baby. Come on, dear. Move your tongue. Slide it real nice. Come on, tongue my tit."
Marilyn's lover kept working her tongue back and forth, but the longer she kept up her swift, piercing tongue strokes, the more rapidly that she attacked her. Pretty soon her tongue was driving at top speed, pushing and shoving against her hot tit as she enjoyed every sensation that she supplied.
"Come on, work your tongue as quickly as you know how," an aroused Marilyn sighed. "Baby doll, I like the way you're tonguing me. Come on, darling. Keep your tongue going. Sweetheart, ohhh, tongue my breast."
She worked her tongue back and forth, gliding and sliding it with everything that she had. After a while, she reached down gratuitously with her right hand, letting her fingers dig inside of Marilyn's pussy. The quicker that she touched Marilyn's pussy, the faster that Marilyn's legs kicked back and forth. She was responding to every aroused stroke that her lover asserted.
"You can suck my asshole now," she gulped. "As a matter-of-fact, that's what I need. Get your fingers out of my pussy, honey. If you don't, I'm gonna juice right now. So slide your tongue inside my asshole. Darling, ohhh, tongue my hot ass. Come on, run your tongue inside my asshole. Give me lots of enthusiasm, dear. Come on, stroke me real nice."
Sally released her tongue from Marilyn's tit. She slid her tongue downward ever so quickly, seeking to accommodate Marilyn in every way that she could. The more sucking that she put forward, the better that Sally found herself liking it. She loved the idea of engaging in some brisk stroking, planting her tongue inside of Marilyn's hot anus.
Marilyn's buttocks twitched as she got set to receive the solid strokes. Sally reached out and clutched at Marilyn's hot butt. Her fingers kept moving back and forth, stroking beautifully, and as they did she shoved her tongue inside of her anal passage.
"Suck me," Marilyn gulped. "Come on, baby doll, just keep your tongue moving. Yes, baby. Darling, ohhh, stroke me. Yes, sweetheart. Just stroke me. Plant your tongue. Come on, honey. Yes, keep up the stroking."
Her tongue kept on sliding with piston-like regularity. Sally's heart beat rapidly as she kept shoving her tongue inside of her lover's asshole, grinding and stabbing with it with everything that she had, pushing her lover into that much greater a state of wild agitation.
"Let's go," Marilyn finally gulped. "You've got to start sucking my mound now. Come on, honey baby. Stroke my pussy. Just let yourself go, lover. Yes, my dear. Suck out my mound. Baby doll, ohhh, just let yourself go. Suck me. Come on, really suck me."
Sally nodded. She was all ready to give her lover a thorough treatment.
"You've had people inside your nest before," Marilyn told her. "You have had one woman and loads of men. You're gonna find out now what it's like to dig your tongue inside of a hot, moist pussy. You'll have quite an experience, baby. Just don't tongue me too fast. Not in the beginning anyway. I'll coach you. When I want you to step up the pace, I'll let you know. Fair enough, baby?"
"Certainly," she nodded. "I want to give you plenty of sensations. The kinds of sensation you're gonna like. After all, you gave me so much satisfaction. The least I can do is turn around and do the same thing for you."
"I like the way you look at things," Marilyn laughed. "Okay, honey. Then let's get ready. Let's really get into it."
Sally pushed her tongue forward. She let it enter her lover's pussy ever so slowly. She wanted to let things develop on a gradual level. Back and forth she kept up her sucking, driving her tongue with steadiness as it kept on making sharp, superb impact against her mound.
"Come on. tongue my mound," Marilyn sighed soothingly. "You're doing it just right, honey. You're not going too fast. Move your tongue nice and slow. Just make sure you don't go too fast. At least not at the start. We're gonna let things develop nice and easy."
Her tongue gradually started to step up the pace. All the while, as Sally tongued her, Marilyn's hips kept dancing. Sally could hear the sounds of her heavy breathing, and that encouraged her all the more. But still, until her lover said otherwise, she was not about to suck her any too quickly.
"Come on, suck out my snatch," Marilyn finally exclaimed. "Run your tongue faster. Come on, dear. Slide it as quickly as you know how. I want you to go all the way now. I want you to go all the way with my hot pussy. Grind your tongue. Move it real nice, baby. Keep working your tongue."
Sally sank her tongue inside of her lover's mound. She manipulated it skillfully, driving it with steady eagerness, watching as Marilyn's hot ass cheeks kept bouncing back and forth. Sally reached down and cupped her fingers around Marilyn's buttocks. As she held on firmly to them, her tongue kept employing itself rapidly, driving with skillful ease as she pushed her lover ever nearer to the point of a brilliant climax.
"Just keep your tongue moving, keep pushing it," Marilyn sighed impatiently. "The juices are gonna come shooting out of me, baby. You're gonna swallow them. You're damned right you are. You're gonna love every drop. Sweetheart, oh, come on and tongue me. Keep moving your tongue. Grind it inside my snatch. Baby, ohhh, grind it real nice."
A few convincing tongue stabs later, the juices began to bolt from Marilyn's pussy. She heaved a long, loud sigh as the juices shot from her snatch.
"That was so nice," she exclaimed. "I love it, ohhh, do I love that sucking. That was beautiful."
Marilyn was so overjoyed as a result of the thoroughness with which Sally had sucked her mound that she wanted some more action immediately.
She reached out and instinctively ran her fingers back and forth against Sally's breasts. She held onto them firmly, her fingers stabbing and thrusting at her tits. As she did so, she pushed her tongue inside of Sally's mouth as the girls engaged in a brilliant French kiss.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Marilyn removed her tongue from Sally's mouth, she pushed it downward toward Sally's breast. She let her tongue scrape several times against Sally's nipple, then withdrew it, letting it move over toward Sally's left nipple. She repeated the same swift, dancing movements. When she released her tongue, she stretched out opposite her lover.
"I want to sixty-nine with you," she told her abruptly. "Let's exchange hot sucks. Let's start with the ass licking, baby, and then when we get so hot that we can't take it any more, then we'll start tonguing each other's snatch."
"That sounds like a beautiful idea to me."
"I was hoping you'd like it. So let's get started, honey. Let's not delay for one more second."
"I agree with you."
The girls pushed their tongues simultaneously forward. They landed with stirring impact. They drove them back and forth, wielding them with great steadiness and excitement inside of each other's hot asshole. Their tongues kept on grinding, moving sharply, driving inside of each other's asshole as they loved each and every stroke that they provided for one another.
The swifter that their tongues danced, the more excitement that rippled through their entire bodies.
As their tongues kept working in a blaze of energy, their hips kept on dancing. They moved back and forth, and all the while they kept on stirringly tonguing each other, driving one another into a greater state of sexual exhilaration.
A few timely strokes later, Marilyn removed her tongue from Sally's anus.
"I can't take any more of that," she said in a husky, aroused tone. "We're gonna have to start going down on each other's pussy. Let's get it on, sweetheart."
"We sure will."
Once more their tongues slid forward. They allowed them to go to work skillfully inside of each other's hot nest. Back and forth their tongues kept sliding expertly, driving with determination as they stirringly made their tongues move inside each other's hot snatch. They kept on stroking and sliding, moving their slippery tongues inside of each other. The quicker that they made contact, the more eagerly that they drove each other ever nearer to the point of climax. A few quick, dancing strokes later, Sally could see that she was unable to withstand any more of that kind of brilliant pace. The juices began to shoot from her pussy, splashing out of it and into her lover's waiting mouth. Marilyn's tongue kept on moving, sliding even more quickly than before as she swallowed each and every droplet of the pussy fluid.
As soon as Marilyn finished with the sucking, she released her tongue from Sally's mound. She licked her lips contentedly, then let her hips move back and forth as she pushed ever nearer to the point of orgasm.
"Come on, keep your tongue movements going," Marilyn exclaimed. "You're gonna bring me off, my sweet. Your tongue can do it. Come on, keep it up. Keep up your energetic pace. You're gonna get my stuff. Honey, oh, I'm trembling all over. Your tongue is doing it to me. Honey, ohhh, keep up those stroking strides."
A few quick, twisting tongue strokes later, the juices began to shoot from Marilyn's pussy. She heaved a loud sigh as she watched the juices escape. A few seconds later her lover Sally released her tongue from her mound.
"What an attentive lover," Marilyn smiled.
Marilyn got up from the bed. She walked over toward a nearby dresser drawer. She opened up the drawer, then began to remove belongings from the front of it.
"What are you doing?" Sally asked.
"There's something I've stashed away in there that would interest you," Marilyn chuckled. "I had to push it pretty far back so that my husband wouldn't see it. It's something that would really jar him."
A few seconds later the mystery was resolved. Sally knew exactly what Marilyn was talking about. She observed Marilyn pull out a huge plastic dildo, which she immediately strapped to her waist. Even though Sally had heard about dildos before, this was the first one that she'd ever seen in the flesh. As a matter-of-fact, as Marilyn began to strut around the room, she began to assume more of a masculine air. Sally could hardly believe it. The transition was so rapid yet so complete.
"Just look at the hard-on I've got," Marilyn said.
Sally immediately noticed the change in Marilyn's voice. It attained a state of masculinity and crispness as she looked at her.
"Just take a look at my hard-on," Marilyn said.
Now Marilyn was reaching down and stroking at the plastic dildo. Back and forth her fingers manipulated, sliding smoothly against the full length of the plastic phallus.
"How do you like that?" Marilyn smiled. "I'm gonna fuck you with it, baby. I'm gonna drive this dildo inside your pussy. I'm gonna give you a real fuck, sweetheart. You're gonna spread your legs, and I'm gonna drive this pecker inside your pussy."
Sally could see that Marilyn had successfully made a personality adjustment. She had transformed herself into a restlessly alive male who pantingly wanted to get off his rocks. She was all set to enter Sally with the tip of the plastic instrument.
She stretched out on the bed, crawling on her knees as her fingers kept on gliding up and down the full length of the makeshift pecker. She breathed ever so heavily as she reached down and grabbed at Sally's legs. She extended them quickly, then got set to propel the makeshift cock forward inside of her lover's snatch.
"Here we go," she gulped. "I'm gonna give you quite a fuck, honey. I'm gonna really drive my prick inside your mound. You're gonna like that, dear. Sure enough. You're really gonna love it."
She moved the cock forward, letting it penetrate inside of her lover's mound. Sally reacted in the same way she would have had a man been fucking her hot nest. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that it was the real thing, and that she was actually receiving sensations from a human cock. Sally could see that Marilyn had managed to extend herself into the act, so now it was just a question of Sally doing the same thing.
As she lay back and gasped, she opened her eyes. Suddenly she recognized she had successfully made the transition. All of the sudden all she could think about was receiving the hot, jolting sensations from Marilyn.
"Baby doll, I'm getting close to juicing," Marilyn explained. "Just keep throwing your hips back and forth. Yes, my dear. That's the kind of action I just love. Baby, ohhh, come on, throw your hips back and forth. I like it, yes, this is so much fun. What a fuck. What a hot piece of ass you are. You're so tight, my darling. So wonderfully tight."
A few quick, throbbing cock strokes later, Marilyn's whole body began to squirm more quickly than ever. She let out a loud gasp, and at that point Sally began to feel the hot, white wetness spilling from the dildo. She could hardly believe it. It was just as if actual cum had been spilling out of the makeshift phallus.
"I'm juicing, ahhh, what a feeling," Marilyn exclaimed. "Honey, ohhh, what a fuck you are."
As the juices kept on shooting, Marilyn reached out and slapped at Sally's buttocks. She heaved one more deep sigh, then released the plastic cock from Sally's mound. She unstrapped it from her waist.
"I can't figure one thing out," Sally shook her head in bewilderment. "What's what, love?"
"That orgasm. Where the hell did that come from?"
"Egg whites," Marilyn laughed. "It does it every time. It's just like the real thing. You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"I really did. You know, when you let yourself go, you can believe just about anything."
"That's right. I think we've established a pretty solid relationship. As a matter-of-fact, I want to strap the dildo on you. I want you to fuck my cunt. After all, you learned so very quickly when it came to everything else. You ought to be able to fuck my mound, baby."
"I'm sure willing to give it a try," Sally laughed.
"Of course you are. You're like me. You're a free-spirited girl. You're willing to go all the way in sex."
Marilyn quickly handed the dildo to Sally who strapped it onto her waist. It felt strange in the beginning, looking down at a huge erection. Sally recognized that she had to psyche herself into it, just as she had earlier when she had been on the receiving end.
"Come on, baby, and fuck my cunt," Marilyn said anxiously.
Sally watched as Marilyn twisted her hips, getting ready to receive her first solid jolt.
Finally Sally was ready to proceed. She drove the plastic-tipped phallus forward, allowing it to make its first entry inside of Marilyn. Marilyn heaved a deep gasp, her hips twisting as Sally went to work, grinding the hot pecker back and forth inside her.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Marilyn asked her lover.
"Not at all," Sally smiled. "Ohhh, what a hot piece of ass you are."
Sally soon began to take charge completely, moving the cock back and forth, stabbing her lover relentlessly with it. While she kept up her hot, assertive cock strides, she reached out with both hands. She allowed her fingers to push and plunge against her lover's breast flesh as she kept up her dramatic movements. She kept on plunging sharply with the makeshift cock, letting it stab and drive ever so relentlessly as she steered it inside of her.
"Oh, baby," Marilyn moaned, "that's what I want. Fuck me with your cock, sweetheart. Ram it into my pussy. I can hardly wait for you to do it. Fuck me, darling, fuck me."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Even though Sally had thoroughly enjoyed sex with Marilyn at the time, she began to experience fearful misgivings soon after she left Marilyn's house.
She wondered just how far afield she was moving sexually. After all, just because she enjoyed having sex with men, substitute husbands of a sort, did not mean that she had to develop a passion for lesbianism. But she kept on thinking about how much she enjoyed it at the time, how her body had twisted and turned as she had lay there on the bed, loving every aspect of her sexual association with Marilyn.
Sally decided one afternoon that she just had to see Sam Baldwin. She recalled how much fun the young lawyer had given her when they'd romped together the last time. They had screwed in the motel room, and she could still see him before her eyes, his hips steadily grinding as he stabbed his cock inside of her mound. He had maintained a steady fucking pace until every droplet of his thick, white cream had spurted from the end of his erect rod.
She longed for him again. At first she felt a little bitter over the fact that Sam had not called her. After all, she had given him her number and begged him to do so. Then she began to think about things more from his standpoint. She decided that he had ample reason to be timid and fearful about getting involved with her sexually. After all, he was the youngest member of the firm of which her husband was a senior partner. The more that she thought about it, the more she couldn't help but conclude that she really had no reason to be resentful of Sam Baldwin. After all, he was justifiably fearful about provoking his boss's wrath. He just couldn't run the risk.
She finally decided that she would take a chance. Do something that under other circumstances she wouldn't have considered. She picked up the telephone, dialing the number of the law office. Since her voice was readily known by everyone at the office, particularly the receptionist, who always put her calls through to her husband, Sally placed a handkerchief over the telephone. She also thickened her voice, providing a slight tinge of a Southern accent as she spoke.
"Hello there, I'd like to speak to Sam Baldwin," she began.
"May I tell him who's calling?"
"My name is Gail. He doesn't know me. I was referred to him by somebody else. I'm interested in talking to him about a case."
"Oh, I see. Hold on a moment, please."
Sally heaved a sigh of relief. Apparently the receptionist had not been able to recognize her voice, for which she was very glad. A few moments later, she could sigh once more with relief as she heard Sam's voice.
"Hello," he began.
"Sam, it's been so long," Sally said, trying hard not to let all the anxiety show through, but failing in the attempt.
"Is that you, Sally?"
"That's right."
"I got all mixed up. Shirley said that somebody named Gail was on the phone. Somebody who wanted to talk to me about a case."
"Of course," she chuckled. "I had to tell her something like that. Did you expect me to just come right out and tell her who I was, and that I wanted to talk to you? As a matter-of-fact, I had to do a fantastic job of disguising my voice."
"Yeah, I can well imagine that."
"Sam, I'm dying to see you. I hope I can see you right away. Late this afternoon."
"It sounds like you're awfully eager for sex."
"I am."
"I'm as scared as hell to have sex with you," he admitted. "You know, on top of that, I feel kind of guilty for doing it."
"You don't have any reason so."
"But Barry has always been so damned decent. He's done so much for me. He was the one who was mainly responsible for me coming to work here in the first place. I understand he put in the strongest recommendation. You know, I was up against some pretty tough competition. Barry was the one who really swung it. Now I'm fucking his wife on the sly. It does make me feel funny."
"I can see your point, but I wish you wouldn't let it bother you. You see, this is just a means of keeping me satisfied. Unfortunately, Barry isn't. Sure, he's a very nice guy, and he takes care of my every material need. He gives me everything that a wife could ask for from her husband, except the most valuable thing of all. Plenty of that good loving. That's what I need. You can give it to me, Sam. How about us meeting in the same little motel where we had sex last time? What do you say, darling?"
There was a long pause at the other end of the line. Sally's heart beat relentlessly as she waited for Sam's answer.
"I guess I could make it over there at three thirty," he said. "But how about your husband? What if he comes home before you and you're not there?"
"It won't matter one bit. I can say that I was out playing bridge with a friend of mine. Or having Martinis. It doesn't make any difference. He isn't the least bit suspicious. Poor dear. It just doesn't seem to dawn on him that if he's not taking care of me, I've got to get good action somewhere else."
"I don't know. I hate to even talk about the subject. I still have this feeling when I really think about it that I'm some kind of Judas."
"Don't let that thought enter into your head for one second. Let's just get together, dear. Let's have ourselves a good time. Let's show at that motel and have some beautiful sex. The kind of sex that we'll always remember. You know, I could never forget the last time."
"Neither could I," he agreed.
"Then let's get it on again, sweetheart. We'll have ourselves a wild time of it."
On that upbeat note, Sally hung up the phone. She could hardly wait for the rest of the afternoon to pass. She was no longer resentful of young Sam for not calling her. She could see why. She didn't even think of herself as aggressive for breaking the ice. After all, it was up to her to make the move in a case like that, to calm his ruffled feelings so that he wouldn't be so fearful.
At three-thirty sharp, they met at the motel. A few moments later they were twisting nakedly in each other's arms, lying on the fresh bed sheets. As their bodies churned, threshing against one another, Sam reached out and let his chest push against her breasts. He loved the tingly sensations of his chest running against her smooth, warm tits. The quicker that his chest made contact with her firm breasts, the more eagerly he wanted to tongue her mouth. He pushed his tongue forward, allowing it to drive with resplendent zeal inside of her mouth. He pushed and plunged his tongue, allowing it to make waves against hers. Ever so convincingly he kept up his swift, stabbing tongue thrusts. He worked his tongue with accommodating zeal, and as he did, he reached out with his dancing fingers. He let them protrude against her smooth, warm breast flesh. Back and forth his fingers probed, and the quicker that they manipulated against her breasts, the faster that he worked his tongue. It kept on spryly darting, dancing with enthusiasm and vigor as he kept working it against her tongue.
A few strokes later, he released his tongue from her mouth.
"I want to fuck your breasts," Sam gulped.
Sally was impressed over how eager Sam was. She could see that he had refrained from calling her only out of fear, and now that they were together, occupying the same bed, all inhibitions had been thrown to the winds. He could hardly wait to go all the way, to enjoy every enthusiastic phase of the fucking.
He pushed his cock forward, directing it against her hot left breast. Ever so solidly he employed his cock, moving it against her left breast. His dick kept on working, sliding vigorously as it made its way back and forth, circulating against her breast. He kept up the solid, rapid-fire cock blasts for a few more strokes. He finally released his prick from her left breast, then let it go to work against her right. He pushed and shoved his cock, moving his whole body as he tensed it, enjoying the superb strokes that he fondly put forth against her hot breast.
"Baby doll, keep fucking me," she exclaimed. "Darling, oh, come on and give me a good fuck. I just love the way your cock's moving. Keep sliding it against my tit. Darling, ohhh, give me a nice fuck. Baby doll, oh, you've really got to screw me. Keep fucking me. Honey, oh, what a fuck."
He moved his hot, blasting cock against her breast for a few more strokes. He then released it, after which he was eager to put his tongue to work. Before he started to circulate it, however, he reached down with his right hand. He commenced to stroke her with his right hand, allowing his fingers to slide ever so searingly against her snatch. Ever so gracefully his fingers stabbed and darted, moving fluidly against her pussy. He loved every stroke that he delivered. His fingers kept on maintaining themselves, smoothly maneuvering against her nest.
Sam decided that it was time to run his tingly tongue against Sally's vagina. He could see from the way her hips were swinging back and forth just how much she needed that kind of diligent attention. So he threw his tongue forward, planting it inside of her pussy. Ever so searingly, he guided his tongue, gliding it against her mound.
"Baby, what tongue movements," she exclaimed. "Come on, honey. You can bring me off. Your tongue can do it. What a beautiful tongue. I love the way that it collides with my pussy."
His fingers scurried up and down her legs, then manipulated against her ass cheeks. As he kept on clutching, holding on sharply, his tongue continued to glide inside of her. The sharper that his tongue approached, the wetter that her pussy became. Now it was just a question of time before the juices would spurt wildly out of her snatch and into his mouth.
"Keep it going," she exclaimed. "Come on, grind your tongue inside my mound. Move it, honey. Yes, baby. Come on, I want you to bring me off. Keep your tongue moving. Plant it inside my pussy."
A few quick, sturdy tongue strokes later, the juices shot from her snatch. Sam immediately braced himself, seeking to go after every droplet of juice that shot from her pussy. He released his tongue from her mound, then recognized how much he needed to get his cock back into action. He had loved the sensations he'd received when he had ground his cock against her breast flesh. Now he was setting his sights of her still-hot vagina.
He let his fingers glide against her wet, matted pussy hairs. He titillated her with a few strokes, then released his fingers from her mound.
"Here I go," he gulped. "I'm gonna drive my cock inside you. I'm gonna plant my pecker into your pussy. I'm gonna shoot off my rocks. You're gonna love it, honey. You're gonna love every bit of sensation that I give you."
"Let yourself go," she heaved a loud sigh. "Darling, I love your kind of fucking."
He took a deep breath, then prepared to enter her. His fingers moved up and down her smooth, warm skin. He loved touching her thighs, and as he glided his fingers back and forth against them, he moved his cock into her relentlessly. He tugged and stabbed with his long, searing rifle. He could feel the shock waves of enthusiasm vibrating all the way down to his toes. He could feel the shock waves particularly in his balls, and every time that he directed his bulging cock forward, sliding it ever deeper inside of her snatch, he found himself pushing that much nearer to an orgasm.
His hard, charging cock kept up its fervent pace, circulating back and forth as he drove it with great diligence inside of her nest. He pushed and stabbed with his cock, working it forward, planting it securely inside of her pussy. Her body at that point was manipulating from side to side as she responded to the hard, charging strokes that he delivered her way. He kept up his fantastic pace, driving his cock inside of her. He was just a few strokes removed from a wild orgasm. His cock kept up its rapid-fire efforts. His hips kept grinding, sliding back and forth as he asserted himself, fucking her with everything he could muster.
A few quick, captivating strokes later, the juices were about ready to spray from his long, hard pole. He fucked her sharply, then could feel the titillating waves of energy. It caused him to fuck her even more rapidly. He slapped at her buttocks, ever so eager to watch the spilling droplets of thick white cream splash from the end of his tool.
After a few quick, lunging stabs, the droplets of spurting white semen started to shoot from the end of his organ. He bounced up and down on the bed, heaving loud gasps as he watched the escaping drops of thick juicy semen shooting from his penis and splashing inside of her cunt.
Sally closed her eyes, purring like a kitten as she enjoyed every spurting drop of cream that shot from his tool.
"Keep pouring the stuff into me," she sighed. "Baby, I really love the way you fuck. Come on, sweetheart. Just screw me. Keep up your fucking pace. Darling, ahhh, you really do know how to screw me."
A few seconds later, he released his cock from her mound.
"Baby, I loved that," she smiled. "I want to grab hold of your cock."
It thrilled Sam to observe the expression on Sally's face. It was that of a thoroughly enchanted school girl, who was clearly fascinated by something. In this case, the something was his bulging phallus, which hadn't dropped one solitary bit from the time that the final drops of thick white liquid had shot from it.
Sally reached out, letting her fingers grab hold of the tip of his cock. She circulated her fingers with swift, precise movements, loving every stirring sensation that she sent his way. She loved taking charge at that point, and as her fingers pressed and pushed, she watched the way that his body circulated in response, thereto.
"You really do know how to jack a guy off," Sam laughed. "It's just that I don't want you to bring me off all the way, baby. No way. I want to enjoy every bit of the fucking, honey. I want you to glide your tongue against my prick. I want you to bring me off, baby doll. Yes, you're gonna suck me off. You're gonna do a good job of driving your tongue against my pecker. Baby, you're just leading me into that. Isn't that right?"
"You're right on," she smiled. "Of course, it didn't really take a lot of thinking to figure that out, did it?"
"No, it didn't."
Her fingers had concentrated on the tip of his long, fiery member for quite some time. She then began to concentrate on the full length of his tool, employing her fingers sharply as she drove them up and down his sturdy member. Back and forth her fingers kept pumping, driving eagerly as she asserted her fingers against his hot dick.
"You're gonna bring me off," he purred, his tone becoming more urgent. "Baby, ohhh, you can't jack me for much longer. If you do, the juices are just gonna shoot out of me. You sure do know how to excite a guy."
A few quick finger stabs later, she moved her fingers downward toward his balls. She toyed with his testicles, her fingers proceeding sharply and quickly against his hot balls. The quicker that she drove her fingers against his testicles, the louder that his sighing became. His-breath became exceedingly heavy and his heart pounded with great ferocity. She knew that she just had to get into the sucking.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
While Sally's fingers kept gliding against Sam's balls, she fastened her tongue on the tip of his dick. She moved back and forth, then began to assert her tongue up and down the full length of his hot, throbbing dick.
"That's the way to do it," he sighed. "Baby, come on, suck me. Suck me off."
While Sally's tongue kept on steadily making contact with Sam's peter, she reached down and toyed with his balls. Her fingers kept on working, sliding back and forth against his testicles. All the while she kept tonguing his cock, letting her tongue move, allowing it to surge against his steaming phallus as he moved that much nearer to the point of a great climax.
"You're really sucking me now," he said. "We're in the home stretch, sweetheart. Come on, just keep it moving."
He watched the way that her tongue frantically moved up and down his pole. He observed the way that her hair danced in the breeze as she pumped her head quickly, moving it up and down, driving it with as much rapidity as she could. She always made certain, however, that she didn't push her tongue up and down too fast. After all, she wanted to see to it that she enjoyed each and every stroke. She wanted to make certain that she sucked every droplet of thick white cream from the end of his cock, and that he experienced every sensation up to that point in time. So she slowed up the pace of her sucking movements. She did not want to employ her tongue too fast. She wanted to enjoy the action and, in addition, did not want her lover to burst his hot white juices prematurely.
A few quick, driving tongue strokes later the first few droplets of cream commenced to shoot from the end of his pole. It kept on splashing, shooting voluminously out of his peter and into her mouth.
"Come on, suck it off," he gulped. "Honey, you're really some kind of suck. Baby, I just love this. Darling, suck all the juice out of me. Sweetheart, baby doll, ohhh, blast your tongue. Come on, baby. Blast it real nice."
She finished swallowing the last few drops of his juice, then removed her tongue. Sally felt a little more contented now. At the start of the action, all she felt was an overwhelming hunger. She was pleased over the way that she had attacked her lover, and also by the manner in which he had pursued her.
Sam once more felt like taking the initiative. He threw his arms around his beautiful lover, then kissed her lips several times.
The last few kisses, Sam made certain that he let his lips cling sharply to hers. Their lips made great impact. When he released his lips, Sam looked down at his hard, stiff cock. He was all set to let it go to work once more. He reached out with his right index finger, then began to steadily probe with his finger inside of her asshole.
The moment that he put his finger to work inside her anus, Sally knew what to expect.
"I can see where your mind is right now," she laughed. "You want to go the sodomy route."
"It's not so much where my mind is," he laughed jokingly. "But where my prick is. Baby, I can't seem to get enough of you once we get started. Maybe I was a little afraid of getting involved, I can't seem to get enough. You're really too much. Just being around you sets me off on cloud nine."
"Just keep your finger moving. Keep shoving it inside my hot ass. Come on, baby. Finger fuck me. Darling, ohhh, come on, finger me."
Back and forth his finger kept on steadily darting, stabbing inside of her asshole. As Sally's body quickly danced, Sam moved his finger even more sharply and rapidly inside her. He kept on driving his plunging finger forward, letting it manipulate inside of her hot ass. As he removed his finger from her asshole, he was all set to plunge his cock forward. He wanted to drive it with sharp, assertive steadiness into her asshole until every droplet of his thick, white cream had spilled out of the end of his mammoth tool.
He reached inside of her mound with his right hand. He removed some pussy juice, which he in turn slid inside of her asshole. He patted her buttocks affectionately, then got set to stab his cock inside her anus.
"Just lie on your stomach," he whispered.
"Better yet, let's put a little pillow under you."
He slid a pillow underneath her stomach, then examined the beautiful angle that he had. He kept looking at her hot ass cheeks, so ripe, so firm, so ready for action. They were propped up beautifully on top of the white pillow, and he stroked her buttocks a few times before proceeding onward to the ass fucking.
"Just don't tear my ass up," she said laughingly.
"Don't worry, my sweet," he said. "I'm gonna give you a nice fuck. The kind you always want. The kind you beg for."
"I'm always begging for it from you."
"Sure you are. And I'm always willing to give it to you."
He sent his surging member flinging forward. As it landed with darting impact against her asshole, he let his hips wiggle. He moved them back and forth, fucking her asshole, grinding steadily with his hard, stabbing cock. Back and forth he continued his effective forward strides. He kept on moving his ramming cock into her, driving it sharply as he moved ever nearer to climax. He kept slapping at her buttocks, and every now and then his fingers would make contact with her thighs. All the while he hungrily pursued his fucking, loving the strokes that he sent into her.
Sam's penis kept on moving, sliding forward, driving briskly inside of her asshole.
"Fuck ass, fuck ass, fuck ass," she gulped. "Keep your cock plunging. Come on, grind it into me. Yes, fuck my asshole. Come on, drive your cock. Drive it fast. Come on, go off inside me, baby."
By the time that her voice became hoarse, Sam knew just how far gone she was. It made him feel good to know that he was capable of bringing her to such passionate heights of excitation. His cock kept on plunging and driving, stabbing incessantly as it made its way sturdily inside of her asshole. The quicker and sharper that his cock asserted itself, the closer that he found himself moving toward that great moment of climax. He kept up his hot, flinging movements. His peter kept on stabbing, driving sharply, pushing inside of her anus as he worked his way that much closer to the moment of orgasm.
"Come on and fuck me," she gasped. "Darling, drive your cock. Baby, ohhh, drive it inside me. Sweetheart, ohhh, yeah, it's really stinging now."
He let his fingers curl around her ass cheeks. He held onto the ripe, full flesh. It made him feel extra confident to know that he held her in his grasp. His turgid meat kept on driving, slamming hard as it lodged itself all the way inside of her asshole. He could hear the sound of her incessant heavy breathing, and he knew that pretty soon he would be unable to withstand the orgasmic earthquake that was building inside him.
Ever so sharply, his cock eased that much deeper into her asshole. His hands kept cupping around her ass cheeks as his flaming stick did its job. It kept on driving sharply, pushing inside her, and now he was only seconds removed from the act of orgasm.
"Baby, I'm just about ready," he told her. "Honey, oh, I've got to slap your beautiful butt. I've got to get all the excitement I can. I'm getting so close now. This is so good. Sweetheart, what a hot ass you've got. How I love fucking it. Sweetie, oh, baby doll. You're some kind of woman. You're some kind of beautiful woman. And I love every bit of this."
She could hear the crackling sounds and feel the stinging impact of his fingers as they made their impact on her. He kept on slapping at her buttocks, gasping loudly, moving ever nearer. A few quick, jutting cock stabs later, the thick white semen was prepared to bolt from the end of his swollen, agitated meat.
"Baby, the stuffs gonna gush, damned, ohhh, it's just gonna gush," he told her.
His cock kept ramming back and forth, slamming inside of her asshole. A few quick, devastating strokes later, the thick white semen descended from the end of his cock. It kept spraying, splashing out of his member and into her waiting asshole.
"I can feel it, ahhh, can I feel it," she said with an air of celebration. "Come on, honey, out with all of it. Every hot drop. This is wonderful. I love the way it's splashing. Darling, ohhh, it's spilling out of me. This feels so nice. Ahhh, it feels good."
Her whole body kept bouncing up and down until every droplet of the thick cock stream had splashed from the end of Sam's throbbing prick.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Even though Sally wanted to get together with Sam again right away, they were unable to achieve such a meeting.
Sam became immediately tied up in a court case. Since it was his first big opportunity to shine as a member of the legal staff of the firm which Sally's husband helped head, he was understandably throwing every bit of vigor and determination he could into the preparation of the case. That left Sally in a lonely position again.
She immediately began to think about Peter, the young delivery boy. She knew that her husband was going to be having a party in another two weeks. What would be wrong, she thought, in buying the liquor a little bit in advance? She decided to give the liquor store a call.
"Yes, send Peter over this afternoon with the liquor," she said.
"I'll do that," the store proprietor replied. "What time should I send him over?"
"One-thirty would be fine."
"Thank you, Mrs. Henderson."
Sally was overjoyed at the prospect of seeing Peter again. She took a long swim in the pool, getting ready for his emergence. He arrived a few minutes past one-thirty, and she greeted him wearing nothing more than her pink robe. She walked barefoot over the rug, and opened the door, letting him in.
"Hello," he grinned, a little nervously.
"How are you, Peter? Long time no see."
"Yeah, it has been a little while."
"You're looking good."
"So are you. Where should I put the bottle? In the kitchen?"
"Yes, that'll be fine."
Sally was almost panting as she followed the handsome young delivery boy into the kitchen. He slid the package on top of the table. Immediately she wanted to go to work on him. The urges within her were uncontrollable, and as her body twitched nervously, she undid the sash of her robe, then pulled it off and let it drop to the floor.
Peter gasped as he observed Sally standing there in all of her naked loveliness. His heart pounded and his prick throbbed as he looked at her. Sally moved forward, dropping down immediately to her knees.
"I'm gonna give you the good treatment," she winked. "I'm so horny, baby, that you wouldn't believe it."
"I believe it now," he gulped. "Damned, you're sure acting horny."
She slid the trembling fingers of her right hand against his zipper. She pulled and tugged at it several times, then let it slide all the way down. She reached inside of his trousers, sliding her fingers inside of his shorts. She reached out and moved her fingers back and forth, allowing them to glide against his cock. She reached out and played with his balls for a few strokes, then suddenly returned to the finger movements against his teeming member.
"You're gonna suck me off," he gulped, his legs trembling as he stood there before her. "You're quite a cock sucker, honey. Baby, I like the way you're massaging my prick. I really love it."
Peter began to feel her fingers sliding up and down the full length of his dick. As Sally pumped hard and fast, she reached down with her tongue, allowing it to slide against his testicles. Her tongue moved sweepingly, crisply asserting itself as it darted back and forth against his balls.
The more quickly that she stroked his testicles with her tongue, the more excited that Peter became. She kept on moving her fingers briskly up and down his long, hot stem. Her fingers kept pumping pursuing his dick with great urgency as he could feel the waves of titillation all the way down to his toes.
"You're gonna suck me off," he gulped. "Come on, baby. Just move your tongue. Yes, darling. I love the way you're moving it. Suck me off. Baby, ohhh, just suck me off."
Her tongue kept up its blazing impact against his testicles. As she kept sinking her tongue against his hairy balls, her fingers worked even more quickly than before as they pursued his pecker.
As she removed her tongue from Peter's balls, she fastened her fingers to his now-wet testicles, which she had stroked so convincingly with her tongue. Now she was letting her tongue converge against his shaft. The quicker that she manipulated it against his hard dick, the faster that her fingers went to work on his testicles. Up and down she kept on sliding her tongue, and she could tell from the erotic moans from Peter just how close he was to that grand, dramatic moment when the semen would spurt from his tool and into her mouth.
"Come on, just suck me off," Peter exclaimed. "I love the way you're tonguing me, honey. You've really got a nice tongue. A beautiful tongue. Keep moving it, dear. Yes, darling. Slide your tongue real nice. Suck me, honey. Just suck me off. Plant your tongue against my hard rod. Do it, sweetheart. Come on, suck me off."
A few quick, stabbing tongue movements later, Peter was unable to hold back the flood tide of sensation that was seeking to escape from the end of his cock. His whole body trembled as the sea of passionate white liquid bolted from the end of his turgid, meaty tool.
"Suck it all out of me," he gasped. "Baby doll, oh, can you ever suck. Are you ever great. Come on, eat my dick. Eat every drop of it. Swallow every drop of the stuff."
A few moments later she released her tongue from his pecker, eagerly licking the last few droplets of peter juice, which she swallowed.
They were soon inside the bedroom. As Sally lay there on the bed, she watched Peter undress. Just observing him remove his clothes with great determination caused her whole body to quiver with anxiety. She reached down with her left hand, allowing her finger tips to go to work inside of her blazing gash. Her hips kept moving, sliding back and forth as she enjoyed every hot, stimulating finger sensation that she brought to bear.
"Come on, baby, I need it," she told him. "Let's really get into some wild sex."
She removed her fingers from her mound as he threw his naked body down inside of the bed.
As he moved his body forward, Peter recalled the beautiful job that she had done on his cock. He wanted to see to it that he awarded her accordingly. He was seeking to give her a tongue bath that she would never forget. He moved his tongue down toward her left ear. He began stabbing quickly inside of her ear lobe, letting his tongue dart precisely inside her. She heaved a loud, grateful sigh of joy as he kept up his tonguing movements, asserting his tongue back and forth as it maintained itself inside of her ear. He worked his tongue inside of her left ear for a few strokes, then released it, permitting it to go to work inside of her right ear. "You're some kind of tongue man," she giggled. "You're gonna go all the way with me, honey. This is something."
After Peter finished with her ears, he dropped his tongue downward toward her left breast. He drove his tongue at a rapid, spirited clip, maneuvering it as quickly as he could against her breast. He kept landing and pushing his tongue against her warm skin. He finished against her left breast, then put his tongue to work against her right. He maintained an effective pace with his vigorous stabs, pushing and pumping, loving every solid tongue movement that he sent against her body.
"Come on, just tongue me," she said. "I love the way you're maintaining a momentum."
As her whole supercharged body kept on vibrating before him, Peter moved his tongue downward toward her left thigh. He moved his tongue up and down her thigh, letting it proceed with due speed. He finished with her left thigh, then went on to her right, receiving the same swift, slick pace. His tongue moved for a few more strokes against her leg, after which he then decided to go to work with his tongue inside of her asshole. He pushed his tongue up between her hot buns, letting it move with a surge of great energy.
"You've really got me scorching now," she giggled.
While Peter kept up his swift anal pursuit with his tongue, he moved his right hand forward. He let his fingers manipulate between her legs, coming to rest against her clitoris, then proceeded to move ever so deeply inside of her hot snatch. Back and forth he kept up his swift, determined finger strokes. He moved his fingers with great desire, then finally released them. By then he was prepared to push his tongue forward, to let it slide inside of her mound.
Her body kept bouncing, thrusting inside of the bed. He pushed his tongue down between her legs and let it slide inside of her pussy. Peter went to work with greater speed than ever, driving his tongue forward, letting it surge inside of her hot nest. He kept pushing and slicing with his blazing tongue, and all the while he had her moving that much closer to the brink of orgasm.
"You're gonna bring me off," she sighed. "Come on, dear. Just a few more of your hot strokes. Come on, oh, this is really nice. Beautiful. I just love the way you're going to work with your tongue."
A few quick, stabbing tongue thrusts later, the juices began to shoot from her pussy. They splashed out of her mound and into his mouth, and all the while he kept gobbling, going after every droplet of pussy juice.
As soon as he withdrew his tongue from her mound, Peter was set to fuck her pussy. After all, he had sucked her to a beautiful climax, so now he wanted to drive his cock inside of her pussy until his juices sprayed once more. He thought back to the beautiful cock suck that she'd given him, and it made him all the more desirous to provide her with some tremendous pleasure, the same kind he received from her.
Peter reached out and stroked at her thighs. He kept moving his fingers, letting them grip her legs solidly. He rammed his cock forward, allowing it to make its initial impact inside of her pussy. He moved his cock with piercing skill, letting it move back and forth, allowing it to grip her hot vagina as her body twisted. She tightened her cunt muscles, seeking to do all she could to give Peter the best possible screw.
"What a tight fuck," he whispered, continuing his steady, rapid-fire cock pace. "Do I ever love sliding my prick inside you, honey. This is my kind of screw. Sweetheart, oh, what fucking. What gorgeous, beautiful screwing."
A few quick, sharply commanding strokes later, Peter found his aroused body set to explode. He kept on using his cock like a rifle, drilling her with it, slamming it with rapid-fire zeal as he thrust his meaty tool ever deeper inside of her passion pit. He could hear the sounds of her heavy gasps, and he knew just how close he had drawn her to the point of orgasm.
"Here I go," she gulped. "How nice, how beautiful, I love it. I'm shooting. Baby doll. You've got to shoot, too. Yes, my love. The juices are gonna shoot from your cock. Baby, ohhh, sweetheart, let's keep fucking. This is such a great screw. Oh, keep planting your dick inside me. Baby, ohhh, ahhh, you're getting closer. I can feel it. I've juiced and you're on the verge. Keep up your lightning strokes."
His fingers moved sharply against her thighs as Peter propelled himself that much nearer to orgasm. His cock kept sliding and pushing diligently, slamming into her mound. A few quick, timely cock strokes later, the thick, white cream was ready to sally forth from the end of his pecker. He could feel the itchiness focused in his testicles as the first few stimulating droplets of thick, white cream burst from the end of his aroused hunk of meat.
"Here it goes," he gulped. "Baby doll, ohhh, you've been waiting for it. Here it is. Sweetheart, oh, this is my kind of fuck."
As Peter watched the thick, burning stream of jissum spill from his erect dong, he pushed his tongue forward. He slid it inside of her mouth, darting and stabbing with his tongue until each and every droplet of his juice had been shed.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Just about the time that Sally was thinking about calling Ray, the TV repairman, for another sex encore, her husband Barry began to show her more attention.
One evening several days after her sexual outing with Peter, the delivery boy, Barry came home from work early. She was astonished to see him at home at that hour, since it was only a few minutes past four.
"The clock must be slow," she said.
"No, I'm just pulling a shocker," Barry grinned. "I'm coming home earlier than usual."
"You sure are."
"I want to give you plenty of time to get ready. We're going out tonight."
"Meeting some business associates of yours somewhere?"
"No, thank goodness it's none of that bullshit," Barry shook his head. "As a matter-of-fact, we're going out to dinner. How's that grab you?"
"Catch me before I faint."
"I don't blame you," he laughed. "It has been quite a while. So why don't you get ready, honey? We'll go there, have a few drinks, have something to eat, then come home."
She was dazed by the fact that Barry was acting very much like the man that she had met, the one who had been so affectionate in the early stages of their relationship, both during their courtship and shortly after their marriage.
They dined on Restaurant Row. They finished their dinner, then had a couple more drinks, after which Barry drove his beautiful wife back home.
As soon as they arrived inside the house, Barry immediately began to remove his jacket, then his shirt.
"Let's do something we haven't done in quite a while," he said, speaking apologetically. "Let's hump."
"Honey, it's like you're developing a completely new leaf."
"I've been doing some thinking about things. I don't want to bore you with any conversation right now. I just want to get my clothes off and start romping with you."
Sally watched as her husband removed his clothes. He took off his T-shirt and shorts, after which he stretched out eagerly in the middle of the bed. He looked down at his huge, bulging cock. She couldn't help but be impressed by the size of his huge, meaty member. It had been quite some time since he had come on this strong. She recalled the pathetic sight of Barry dragging himself in the door late at night, his eyes bloodshot, his face pale. This had happened so many times. So often that she'd lost count. But through it all, she had given up. After deciding that defeat was inevitable as far as maintaining a viable sexual relationship with him was concerned, she had gone out and cheated. She had found her sex wherever she could, with erotic partners from every walk of life. But now there he was, lying there, his body quivering ever so slightly, manifesting the excitement that bristled throughout his body.
Barry reached down with both hands, allowing his fingers to slide over the tip of his cock. He then started to work his fingers up and down the full length of his hot, flaming organ.
"Do I ever want you," he said. "Come on, baby. Get your clothes off."
Even though Sally was more than happy to comply with his requests, she did not respond immediately. She was much too shocked. She could hardly believe what was happening to Barry. Eventually she was able to snap out of her state of excitement to the point of beginning to remove her clothes. She took off her dress, then stretched out on the bed. She pulled off her bra, tossing it aside, then slid her panties down her legs. As Barry heard the sounds of her panties scraping against her legs, his cock hardened that much more. He was extra eager to involve himself in some devastating sex with his gorgeous wife.
As soon as the panties dropped from her legs and hit the floor, Barry was on Sally like a flash. He reached out with his right hand, moving his fingers soothingly against her nest. His fingers plunged back and forth several times. He removed his fingers from her mound. He got set to plunge his huge, aroused organ forward. He wanted to let his cock drive with thundering impact inside of Sally's pussy.
Barry reached out with both hands. He let his fingers clutch ever so sharply against his wife's breasts. He held on ever so tightly to her nipples, and as he kept clutching, he pushed his cock forward, preparing to enter her hot mound.
"Baby, stab me with your dick," she sighed. "I really do want it, sweetheart."
Barry had never been any more aroused than he was at that particular moment, as far as she was concerned. It was as if, during all those periods of frustration and non-productivity, he was bracing himself, readying his body for the big moment. Now it had arrived, and he was all set to let himself go. He wanted to send his stimulating cock plunging forward inside of her pussy until the droplets of thick, creamy juice had spurted from his dick.
He pushed his hot, eager rod in and out of her pussy. Her whole body swayed back and forth as she reacted to the stirring, passionate plunges. His cock kept on moving, grinding superbly as he projected it inside of her mound. He was working his piston-like dick that much nearer to the point of a stimulating climax. Barry knew that he couldn't possibly maintain that level of diligent action for very long. The deluge of juice would just have to stream out of the end of his mammoth stick and into her twisting, ever-excited snatch.
"Keep on plunging your dick," she called out. "Come on, baby. Yes, drive your cock into me. Baby doll, oh, it feels so nice. Come on, baby, plunge it sharply."
His fingers toyed with her breasts as Barry propelled himself ever nearer to the moment of climax. He kept on driving his cock zestfully forward, pushing and shoving it as it rammed ever so hard inside of her mound. He was now only a few strokes away. He slid his cock into her a few more times, then was ready to unleash the drops of hot, white, orgasmic fluid. In a sea of passionate fury, he reached down and grabbed her buttocks. He held onto her hot ass as she flipped her hips nervously, waiting for him to unload.
"Honey, here we go," he said.
His body shook and the drops of thick, searing, white penis fluid spilled from the end of his hot dick. He watched the thick, gushing streams of cock juice as they spurted from out of the end of his tool and into her mound.
As soon as Barry turned his cock loose from his lover's pussy, an ever-grateful Sally wanted to show him just how much she thought of him. So she reached out with both hands, allowing her fingers to plunge against the tip of his tool. Back and forth her fingers worked. As they did, his whole body reacted under the twisting, stabbing finger movements.
"That really is nice," he gulped. "Honey, I like the way your fingers are moving. Come on, keep on working them. You're gonna suck me off."
Sally was so overjoyed as a result of the emergence of a new Barry that she couldn't wait to please him. She wanted to show him just how much she thought of him, and she felt that the most conspicuous way was to finally go down on his cock, to grind her tongue up and down the full length of his thick pecker until the fluid spilled from it.
"Suck me off," he exclaimed. "Come on, baby doll. Ohhh, I like your finger attack."
As her fingers kept on moving over the tip of his cock, Sally pushed her tongue downward and anxiously attacked his balls. Her tongue worked from side to side, splashing with excitement and vigor as it kept going to work on his balls. She could sense his excitement by the way that his whole body reacted, sliding back and forth as she kept up her piercing stabs.
"Baby doll, just suck me off," he said. "Darling, your tongue is so good. It's so nice. I like the way you work it."
A few moments later, Sally released her tongue from her lover's balls. She then put it to work against the tip of his flaming dick. She teased the tip of his organ, then proceeded to slide her tongue up and down the full length of his hard, ever-ready peter. While her tongue attacked his cock faithfully, she fingered his balls. She loved twisting and turning her fingers against his blazing testicles, and as she continued her dual movements, his whole body came alive as never before. She could tell that he was even more excited than he had been before he had unloaded his juices inside of her pussy.
"Come on, finish the job," he told her. "Baby, finish the job on my cock. Can you ever suck. Damned, it almost makes me dizzy watching the way your head's bouncing."
Her hair kept fluttering and her head bobbed up and down as Sally kept on attacking his dick. Her fingers kept on wrapping themselves around his testicles as she moved him that much closer. A few quick, slicing tongue strokes later, the droplets of semen began to spray. They spilled ever so thickly, and with great hunger and desire she attacked every drop of his thick, white cream, swallowing every conceivable droplet, then releasing her tongue from his prick.
"I'm ready for one more," he announced. "I want to fuck your pussy. I really want to send my dick inside your mound. Sweetheart, ohhh, is this gonna be good. I'm gonna really screw you. I'm gonna give you a nice, beautiful long fuck."
He kissed her lips ceremoniously, then released them. He reached down with his right index finger, letting it probe softly and gently inside of her asshole. At first he confined himself to the outer edges of her asshole. Before long, Barry was pushing his finger as deeply inside her as he knew how. He kept on grinding, hotly stabbing with his finger, pressing and pushing it inside of Sally's hot ass. All the while, she kept flailing back and forth, as she reacted to his sharp, stabbing sensations.
"I'm gonna sodomize you now," he winked. "This is gonna be the culmination. Not just a pussy fuck. This is what you've been looking forward to. A good, hot ass fuck."
"Baby doll, just let me have it," she said.
After fingering her asshole for quite some time, Barry released his finger from it. He picked up a jar of Vaseline from the table nearby, then opened it. He dipped his fingers into it, then slid the Vaseline inside of her asshole. He then let it scrape up and down his hot dick. He closed the jar, putting it away. He pumped up and down the full length of his cock, then got set to slam his peter inside of her anus.
"Here we go," he said. "I'm gonna give you a fuck, honey. You just get ready."
He slammed his hot, torpedo-like cock inside of her asshole. He threw her legs over his shoulders, going to work with his hot, aroused prick. He kept sliding and slamming his peter inside of her asshole, working it with sharp, steady grace as he moved himself that much closer. It didn't take him very long to reach the ultimate point of orgasm. As his body shook and he heaved a deep sigh, he leaned forward and kissed his lover's lips. A few seconds later, it was all over. He released his cock from her anus.
"That was nice," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, it couldn't have been better. You know, I said earlier that I had been doing some thinking. I've decided to delegate more responsibility. That's been my big problem. I wanted to do everything myself at the office. You know, I've been thinking about how I've been neglecting you. It isn't gonna happen anymore. As a matter-of-fact, how about going to Las Vegas next weekend?"
"I'd be delighted," Sally smiled.
"Remember, your husband isn't going to be taking you for granted anymore. I'm going to start acting again like a star-struck lover. I hope you don't mind that."
"I'm looking forward to it," Sally smiled at her husband warmly.
She leaned forward and kissed her husband's lips tenderly. She hoped that her cheating days were behind her, and that she was about to recapture the bliss and enthusiasm of the early days of their marriage. It made her feel extra good to hear her husband admitting that he had tried to do too much.
