It has been said that every person has some dark passion in his soul-some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen even by the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet sometimes these dark passions surface, and the headlines scream of someone's anti-social behavior or, in some cases, illegal acts. In fact, hardly a day goes by without these hidden passions coming to the fore and resulting in big news.
THE WIFE'S LOVING LIPS is a dramatic representation of a woman who dares to let her most base desires come to the surface, who dares to indulge in taboo cravings; yet, she is willing to accept the consequences for allowing herself to become completely liberated. Her story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Bobby Radison rolled over in her sleep and reached for her husband's cock. She awakened when she closed her fingers around his soft prick and began caressing it.
The big-titted blonde loved the feel of his warm, velvety prick even when it was limp. Nicky's cock was big even when it was soft. As big as some men when they were hard.
She curled her fingers around the flared rim under his knob and thought about how his cock would feel in her mouth. She loved to make him hard with her hands and then take him into her mouth and make love to him for hours. She felt the moisture begin to build in her cunt just thinking about it.
Nicky and Bobby Radison. They had seemed a strange combination when they met. Nicky was a professional dancer and had danced in several Broadway shows. She was a kindergarten teacher, the sexually promiscuous daughter of middle-class parents who were against the marriage.
So was Nicky. In fact he'd only married her because they both thought she was pregnant. It wasn't that he didn't love her. It was just that she overwhelmed him with her aggressiveness. Nicky was a passive man. He wasn't weak. Bobby had made the mistake of thinking he was weak in the early years. Being passive wasn't the same as being weak. Being passive was letting her take the initiative in bed almost one hundred percent of the time. Being strong-minded was giving up the stage and teaching himself computer science and making a success of it within six months. Now he was making a good living working for one of the largest computer companies in the country.
Eventually her parents accepted him and Bobby loved him dearly and when he wanted her to give up her job she acquiesced. Still, she sometimes wanted him to be the one to take the lead when they made love. More and more she fantasized about how it would be if he were the one to climb between her legs and make love to her cunt with his lips and tongue for hours at a time.
Now he stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes as she jerked him off more vigorously. She wanted to awaken him. She wanted to see his face when he saw her wedged between his thighs.
She held his cock in her fist and jerked his cockskin up and down. He responded by moaning softly and opening his eyes. He smiled at her and moved his arms under his neck. His cock swelled in her hand, but she dropped it and climbed over him.
She kissed him, dragging her heavy tits over his chest and working her way down to his belly. She licked and nibbled his chest-hair and swirled her tongue over his nipples.
She pulled the covers over her head so as not to chill him and worked her lips down to his crotch. Nicky sighed with contentment when her lips grazed his cock-bush. He never refused her when she wanted sex. The problem was she was inevitably the aggressor.
Now she opened her jaws wide and took his prick into her mouth. She closed her lips tightly around his cockhead and lashed the tip with her tongue.
The taste of his prick set her pussy on fire. She slid her lips down and took more of his thick shaft into her mouth. He thrust the rest of it in and she felt his cockhead in her throat. She pulled back and ate him eagerly, her body throbbing with need and her pussy awash with juice.
She pressed her legs together and felt her cunt bubble with arousal cream. She sucked hungrily on Nicky's prick and squeezed her thighs together. Her clit tingled with desire and she knew it was probably stiff and big and she flung one leg over him without breaking the tempo of her sucking.
She adjusted her position so that her cunt was pressing against his knee. He was fully awake now and he shifted around until he was able to rub her pussy with his knee-cap.
It felt good. She used the tip of her tongue as a whip against his cockshaft. She took him all the way into her throat at intervals and felt his cockhead on her tonsils. She held it as long as she could without gagging and then held him on the roof of her mouth and tasted his pre-orgasm cream on her tongue.
She loved the flavor of his cock-cream. She loved when his cock twitched and jerked in her mouth. She loved the power she had over him when she sucked his cock. It was a power she never felt when they fucked, even though she was usually the aggressor then too.
He rubbed his knee back and forth on her cunt, but she was more aroused by the feel of his cock in her mouth. He reached forward and touched her massive tits. She wished there was a way he could suck her tits while she sucked his cock. But it was anatomically impossible.
Boys had always been fascinated by her tits. Even as a young girl her tits had been huge. She'd been self-conscious about them at first. In fact her parents urged her to become a kindergarten teacher because young boys didn't pay any attention to a girl's body. As a teenager all the boys in the neighborhood had followed her around. She tried to make her tits look smaller by wearing baggy sweaters, but it didn't work. No matter what she did to hide them her tits were massive. She secretly began enjoying the attention.
Her parents had been upset at the size of her daughter's tits. Her mother had suggested at one point that she have a breast-reduction operation. Her father had vetoed the idea. He told her they would be less of a problem after she was grown and married.
It wasn't less of a problem. It was more. Nicky was still fascinated by her tits, but not like he was in the beginning. In the beginning he'd wanted to suck them and squeeze them all the time. All her boyfriends did. But now Nicky was a little bored with them, even though he liked when other men noticed her figure.
Bobby was glad the rest of her figure was good too. Her waist was tiny. Her hips were round and her ass was small. Her legs were long and slender. She was top-heavy, but since there was nothing she could do about it, she tried to carry herself proudly.
Now she bobbed her head up and down as she devoured her husband's prick. She drooled, coating his prick with saliva and drenching her hands as well.
She hadn't noticed when Nicky had begun clutching her head, but he held it tight in his hands and directed her lips. Passive, but strong-minded. That was Nicky. He always got what he wanted, even if she didn't.
The trouble with being big busted was that men were always coming on to her. Bobby had never once cheated on Nicky since their marriage. But she had to admit to herself that it was tempting. She got so much attention everywhere she went that it was almost harder not to succumb than it was to let herself go. And she dearly enjoyed flirting. She always had.
Now she released his cock from her lips and gripped his shaft with both hands. She let one hand trail down to his balls and caress his hairy bag. His ball-bag was huge when it was full of jism as it was now.
Nicky squeezed her tits, and she squealed as she licked the jism off his cockhead. She had very sensitive tits, unlike many big-busted women. Her nipples became very hard when she became excited and the entire roundness of her tits was sensitive to the touch.
She frowned when his hand left her tits.
"Touch it some more," she said.
He patted her head. Just like a dog, she thought.
"Why don't you just shut up and suck," Nicky said casually.
"You never do anything to me," she pouted, squeezing his prick in her fist.
"This wasn't my idea," he said. "I was sleeping. You woke me up so now suck."
He grabbed her head and thrust his prick into her mouth.
She mouth-fucked him. Her tongue darted around his cock head and sucked at the tiny slit in the tip.
Nicky no longer rubbed his knee between her legs, and her pussy ached with desire. It would do her no good to complain. He always responded by telling her getting married wasn't his idea and now she had to live with his peculiarities.
She loved him despite his strong-minded passivity. She knew it was because his mother had babied him. In some ways he was still a baby, always needing his cock nursed and always waiting to be taken care of in bed.
She sucked harder on his prick and her cheeks collapsed as she took him into her throat. She swallowed hard as he forced more of his cock into her mouth. Another inch and she would have it all, and she struggled to breathe through her stuffed mouth.
When she finally spit him out, she used both hands to caress his cock-stem. She didn't want him plunging the whole thing into her throat again. She wanted to savor the feel of him before he came in her mouth.
Because she knew inevitably he would blast off in her sucking mouth. It was his favorite kind of sex. Fucking interested him only for variety. He much preferred a blow job.
Bobby climbed into her knees and let her long blonde hair cascade over his thighs. She felt a pleasurable tremor in her cunt. Sometimes she managed to climax when she sucked him. Maybe tonight would be one of those times.
Once again he forced his knee against her cunt. Her tight hot pussy-lips opened up, and she felt his knee-bone on her clit. She jerked him off while she devoured his cock-knob.
"Suck it out!" he said.
She loved when he hosed down her throat and she was tempted to bring him off. But it was late and chances were he'd roll over and go to sleep and she needed more tonight than his knee. She needed his mouth or better yet his prick to get off tonight.
"Will you take care of me if I do?" she said.
"You can take care of yourself," he said.
She almost came when he shoved his knee against her pussy. She sucked voraciously on his bulging cockhead.
"I want you to take care of me tonight," she whispered.
She gripped his balls and squeezed his cock-root. He groaned and tugged on her hair.
"I'll pull it out by the roots," he said.
She lashed his cock with her tongue. "Do that and I'll bite your nuts off."
She took a few tendrils of his cock-hair between her teeth and pulled hard. He grunted and pulled just as hard on her hair.
"Stop that!" he said through clenched teeth.
"Will you fuck me if I bring you off in my mouth?"
"How can I?" he said. "My cock'll be down."
"With your tongue and fingers, big boy," she said. "Okay, I'll do it."
She swallowed as much of his prick as she could without gagging and let her throat muscles caress his sensitive cock-knob. His balls tickled her chin and she felt his fingers in her long thick hair.
Bobby's ass stuck up in the air. Her tits flopped around heavily as she sucked on his prick and she moved one hand into his ass-crack. She loved to touch his ass and feel his prick lurch around in her mouth. She liked the feel of his skin and the hair that ran up and down his butt-crease. She locked her legs around Nicky's hip and rubbed herself against his knee.
"Won't you fuck me, Nicky?" she begged, taking his cock-knob in her mouth.
Instead he shot his load into her throat. His body arched up off the bed and his cock exploded in a fiery inferno of come. It soon filled her mouth and, even though she was disappointed, she soon felt her pussy erupt in response to the spraying.
His prick stayed hard for a long time. She ground her cunt against his knee and tried to force another climax out of her pussy. She needed more than one climax. She needed two or even three sometimes.
She thrashed around, but he stopped moving.
"Turn the light out, hon," he said. "Let's go to sleep."
She blinked and felt her anger increase. When he reached for the light at the side of the bed, she climbed over and pulled his hand away. She hovered over him, her huge tits swaying back and forth over his face.
"I'm not ready to go to sleep," she said, sinking down to his crotch and taking his slack cock into her mouth.
Flecks of frothy jism clung to her lips. She clamped her thighs around his leg and tried to squeeze another orgasm out of her cunt.
"Stick your finger in my cunt!" she said, I inhaling his limp prick into her mouth.
He sat up and pulled her off his cock. I "Come here," he said, clutching one of her ; massive tits.
"Yes, play with it, honey," she said, lying on her side while he played with her huge tit.
The rosy crown of her nipple responded to his touch. It popped out, hard and throbbing and rosy red. He nonchalantly reached for her pussy and found her clit.
"How's that?" he yawned.
She pushed her cunt at him. "Harder!"
"You sure are hard to please," he said.
"Stick your finger inside me!" she gasped.
He thrust a finger into her cunt and played with her clit. She became wildly aroused, and she thrashed around to get as much friction as possible on her clit.
"Oh, darling, you're making me so hot!"
"I wish you'd hurry so I could go to sleep," he said.
"Oh, Nicky, make me come!"
He shoved another finger into her wet cunt.
Her pussy was so horny his fingers were automatically sucked inside her depths. Her cunt-muscles were strong and they sucked wetly on his digits. Soon his entire hand was wet with her cunt-juice.
"Make me come!" she cried.
He swore, but he finger-fucked her hard and deep. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wantonly. She reached for him, wordlessly begging him to suck her tits.
She sobbed when he added a third finger to her cunt and lowered his lips to her tits. He sucked one of her swollen nipples into his mouth and, even though he was less than enthusiastic, she loved the feel of him sucking her.
"I'm almost there, honey!" she gasped, wriggling her ass on the bed.
"I'm getting tired," he said, corkscrewing his fingers into her cunt.
Her hips rose up from the bed and she slammed her pussy at his hand. She whipped her ass up off the mattress. The demands of her flesh overwhelmed her. She would have done anything at that moment to get off. Anything at all.
And then she cried out as she came. Her orgasm was intense, but as soon as it subsided she wanted more.
"Don't stop!" she gasped, bucking her ass up off the bed at his fingers. "Don't stop, please, don't stop!"
He swore again and shoved his fingers into her cunt.
"Damn, you're too much for me," he muttered. "You'll wear me out before I'm thirty."
A fresh splash of cuntjuice drenched his hand, and she bounced her hips and ass in a desperate attempt to gain the relief she craved, it eluded and soon she lay back, whimpering with frustration.
He continued stroking his fingers in and out of her pussy and she, opened her eyes and sneered at him.
"If you did that with any enthusiasm it would help," she said, shoving his hand away.
"Hey, you're too much, you know it," he replied, rolling over onto his back and pulling the covers up.
She turned the light off and then joined him under the covers. She lay propped up beside him, and on an impulse she leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you, honey," she said. "I love you to pieces."
"I love you too," he murmured, kissing her on the lips.
She giggled and climbed over him, probing her tongue between his teeth.
"Give me some tongue," she teased.
"Hey, I've got to get up early," he said.
She clung to him even after he was snoring. The room was very quiet except for the sound of his breathing, and her cunt still twitched and throbbed with need.
Maybe Nicky had been right years ago. He hadn't wanted to marry her because he said they weren't really compatible. He loved her and she loved him, but was it enough?
She massaged her tits. Maybe an affair was the answer. Maybe if she had a lover, she'd be satisfied with Nicky. God knows, she'd had dozens of lovers before her marriage.
She punched her pillow and turned over onto her belly. It was an idea that appealed to her somehow. A lover... why not?
CHAPTER TWO
The boy stood in the doorway and stared at Bobby's tits.
"Is Bobby home?" he said.
Bobby blinked. The boy was very young and his eyes met hers as he shifted from one foot to the other.
"I'm Bobby," she said.
"I mean the kid, a boy about my age," the boy said.
Bobby stared at him and then smiled. "You must mean the boy next door. Bobby Meyer. You've got the wrong house." She held the door open and waved the boy in. "The Meyers are away for a few days. There's no one home next door. Come on in. I'm here and I wouldn't mind a little company."
The boy blushed as he walked into the kitchen.
"He told me to come over some time," he said, obviously trying not to stare at Bobby's tits. "I-I guess I better go."
"Don't leave yet," Bobby said, one hand on her hip as she gazed at the boy. "What's your name?"
"Billy."
"Do you live around here?"
"Yeah, we just moved in down the block."
"Is your mother that pretty brunette?"
"Yeah, she's a brunette, I guess," he said, smiling sheepishly.
"Well, Billy, would you like a coke or something?" Bobby said. The boy nodded and she quickly went to the refrigerator. "I used to be a teacher at the local school. I taught kindergarten. But you're much older than that, aren't you? Almost a man," she said, deliberately flattering the boy.
He accepted the can of coke and sipped it nervously.
Bobby smiled sexily at the teenager. She sat down next to him and put her hand on his knee.
"You're a big boy for your age."
He grinned and peeked at her legs. "I've been meaning to call on your mother and get acquainted," Bobby said.
The boy's smile vanished. "My Mom works."
Her hand grazed his thigh as she leaned forward to show him some cleavage.
"What's the matter, Billy?" she said.
"Nothing." He blushed furiously and turned away.
Bobby was dressed in a shortie robe and she took the boy's hand and placed it on her knee. She did a quick calculation. The boy was probably a virgin. She'd be doing him a favor if she fucked him. Boys his age usually started with an older woman. Well, she was a lot older than he was and she was horny too.
"My skin's so hot today," she said. "Feel how hot I am?"
He pulled his hand away and finished his coke. "I-I better go home now."
"Why? Do I frighten you?"
"No, it's just that my kid brother is gonna be home soon."
"Doesn't he have a key?"
"Yeah."
"Is he as good looking as you?"
"I don't know."
His eyes were all over the kitchen, and Bobby could tell he was forcing them away from her tits. She crossed her legs and took a deep breath. God forgive me, she thought. I need it so badly. I've just got to get laid today or I'll go crazy.
She moved her chair closer to the boy's and pressed his hand under her robe. He flinched when his fingers touched her beaver.
"I better go now," he croaked.
"Do you think it's fair to go and leave me like this after you've made me all hot and bothered?"
"Huh?" He stared at her wide-eyed.
She forced herself to look stern. "I'm getting angry," she said. She pushed his hand aside and rose up, tightening the belt of her shortie robe. "You come here to my house and practically force your way in. Then you put your hand under my robe and make me all horny. And then you pretend to be innocent." She blinked back forced tears. "I don't know what I'm going to do." She brought a tissue out of her pocket and dabbed at her eyes.
"What'd I do?" he whined, rising up too and standing close to her. "I'll do whatever you want, only don't tell my mom, huh?"
She sniffed and a smile creased her pretty face. It worked every time. Whenever she cried and told a man it was his fault that she was all hot and turned-on, he became her willing slave.
That was how she got Nicky to marry her. And now she was about to embark on her first affair with this kid. She took his hand and pulled him after her.
"Come on," she said, her high-heeled mules slapping her feet noisily as she walked.
"Where're we going?" he whined.
"Upstairs."
"My mom'll kill me."
"Pretend you're playing with Bobby Meyer," she said.
"What're we gonna do?"
By now they were upstairs and she almost dragged him into the master bedroom.
"We're going to play doctor and nurse, and we're going to make each other feel real good," she said.
The boy gulped when she slammed the bedroom door shut. "Jesus, I don't know... " She glanced at his crotch. There was a bulge between his legs, but she was disappointed at the size of it. The boy was really frightened. If he wasn't, his prick would be bigger by now.
She sank to her knees before him and unzipped his jeans.
"Let's get these off," she muttered under her breath.
"You won't hurt me, will you?"
She giggled. Everything was going wrong. But strangely enough she found herself becoming excited. The boy was a virgin. He looked scared to death and his prick was practically non-existent. Yet she was breathing more rapidly. Just the prospect of having an affair excited her.
When his jeans were down around his ankles, she fingered his fly through the whiteness of his shorts.
"No, I won't hurt you," she said. "Women don't hurt men. Usually it's the other way around." She felt the mass between his legs stir. "So there is something there after all." She beamed up at the boy. "I was beginning to think you didn't find me pretty."
She caressed his prick through his shorts and he winced when she felt around for his balls.
"I-I think you're beautiful," he gasped.
"You were certainly staring at my tits before," she said.
He blinked and blushed. "I know," he said, looking down at the floor.
She clutched his cock and balls through his shorts. "Do you like big tits?"
His eyes widened. "Sure," he breathed. "I love big ones."
"I thought as much," she mused, feeling his prick harden and grow very large inside his shorts.
"That feels funny," he said.
"You're getting nice and hard in there."
"Mrs. Radison?"
"How'd you know my last name?"
"Bobby told me about you," he said, after a moment's hesitation. "He said he lived next door to you."
"Come here," she said as he swayed his hips. She reached inside his shorts and grabbed his prick. "Not bad," she said. "What did Bobby tell you about me? Don't tell me. He told you I had the biggest knockers on the block, right?" The boy grinned and nodded. "Well, do I?"
She released him and straightened up, thrusting her tits out against his chest.
"No," he said.
"No?" Her eyes widened. "What do you mean, no?"
"They're the biggest tits in the neighborhood," he grinned.
By now his cock was pulsating furiously in her hand. She pulled his shorts down and told him to step out of his clothes, and then she unbelted her robe and showed him her lush-ness.
The boy's eyes darted over her body and his mouth fell open. "Jesus Christ!"
She swayed seductively. This was more fun than she'd anticipated. She let her robe fall to the floor and took the boy's hand.
"You can look and touch," she said. "In fact you better touch or I'll go crazy."
"I never saw anything like it!"
"They are nice, aren't they?" She lifted her massive tits and glanced down at them. She was proud of her tits. Thank God she'd never had them reduced. "Don't tell me you're a virgin?"
He froze. He looked down at the floor and blushed.
"I figured as much," she muttered. "Where the hell do I start with a virgin?"
She had taught Nicky everything about fucking and look where it got her. She shook her head. Don't think about Nicky now.
"Okay, let's start here," she said, kneeling down and bringing her lips to within an inch of his prick and balls.
The boy's lower lip quivered, and she closed her lips over his cockhead and began sucking it. He groaned and she wrapped her arms around his slim hips and sucked harder.
His knees quaked and she pushed him toward the bed and climbed on next to him as the boy sank down. She took his hand and moved it to her cunt and made him stick a finger into her cunt hole while she continued sucking his prick.
The boy made choking sounds in his throat and tried to send his entire prick into her mouth. She didn't let him. She wanted to tease him so he would eventually give her a good hard fucking.
She caressed the root of his prick while she sucked the tip. She licked up the moisture seeping out of his piss-slit and gently felt his balls.
His balls were almost hairless and velvet-soft compared with a man's nuts.
She thought about the first time she brought Nicky home to meet her parents. Nicky was still dancing then and his hair was down to his shoulders.
"A dancer?" her father had said. "What kind of job is that for a man?"
"He's an artist, Daddy, and I love him."
Eventually he grew to like Nicky and was happy that his boy-crazy daughter was married and settled down.
Now the teenaged boy thrust two fingers into Bobby's pussy. Her hands were all over him, on his belly and chest and his asscheeks and crack. She released his prick from her lips and sucked his entire ball-bag into her mouth. She made him tilt his ass back and she licked his asscrack and the area around his shitter.
The boy grabbed her hair and grunted loudly. "Jesus, that's terrific!"
"How's this?" She slid the ring of her lips all the way down to the base of his prick and he trembled violently.
Bobby knew he wouldn't be able to control himself and she knew if she continued sucking him he would soon come. She also had a working knowledge of psychology and knew the power of suggestion. If only she'd known about it when she married Nicky!
"After you come, you can get your cock hard again," she said. "Are you going to come soon?"
"Yeah!" he croaked.
"But you can get hard again, remember."
He nodded eagerly. "I think it's coming!"
She clamped her lips over his prick and sucked gluttonously. She fingered his balls and the boy grunted and clawed at her pussy.
His prick soared into her throat and exploded, and Bobby expertly took his load without choking once. She even managed to squeeze a tiny orgasm out of her cunt while she swallowed his gummy load. But she needed more, just as she always did with Nicky. The difference was that with Nicky she seldom got what she needed. With Billy she would make sure she did.
He fell over into a heap on his side, and Bobby was amused to see him curl into the fetal position. He stuck his thumb into his mouth and she noticed that his fingers were wet with cunt-honey.
She climbed over him and took his half-hard prick into her mouth. He stared down at her with frightened eyes and he whimpered, but she continued sucking until his prick was fully erect again.
"Get over here," she said, pulling him on top of her. "Fuck me, Billy!" she hissed, guiding his prick into her cunt. "Get it in there!"
Her fingers slid around her slippery pussy, but she managed to stick his cock inside her pussy. He began fucking her, awkwardly at first, then hard and deep.
"That's the way, Billy," she said, wrapping her legs around his back. "We're fucking, Billy, we're fucking! Fuck me until I come, and then fuck me some more, you little stud, you!"
She held his face in her hands and kissed him. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and squeezed her pussy-muscles around his prick.
"Am I doing it right?" he said. "Wonderful!"
His thick young prick sliced in and out of her hot cunt. She caressed his clammy flesh and pried open his asscheeks. She drilled her tongue into his ear and whispered obscenities he'd never heard before.
"Jesus!" he hissed.
His ass reared up as he plunged his boner into her cunt. She reached down and felt for his balls and tickled them with her fingertips.
"Slow down," she said, when he seemed to be losing control. "We've got all afternoon."
His fuck strokes became more forceful and less frantic and before her eyes she saw the boy begin to grow into a man.
"Is this better?" he said.
"Much!" she breathed in his ear.
She came then, shuddering with delight and clinging to him as she whipped her ass off the bed. She thrust her tits out to him and he managed to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Fuck me a little harder!" she said, arching her back and pumping up to meet his thrusts.
Her heart pounded so furiously she thought she might faint. The blood rushed to the boy's face and he banged her so hard she became alarmed he might hurt her.
She came again, and her orgasm was so intense she blacked out for a moment. When she opened her eyes, the boy was gazing down at her with an expression on his face that made her blood race.
He grunted and growled like an animal and then thrust his cock into her so brutally when he came that she came with him. The pleasure was so intense she clung to him and tried to make it last a long time. Their bodies quivered with ecstasy and sparks of orgasm-sensations continued surging through her.
Afterward they lay side by side holding hands. Bobby raised her head and leaned on her hand as she gazed down at him.
"You're going to make lot of girls very happy," she said, toying with his hairless chest.
He licked his lips and smiled shyly. "Can I touch your tits again?"
"Sure. Be my guest."
He reached out and touched one of her massive tits. A grin split his face and he closed his free hand around her other tit.
"I never saw anything like them," he said.
"I know," she giggled. "That's what all the boys say."
The smile left his face abruptly. "Don't you love your husband?"
"Of course I do," she replied. "Do you wonder why I let you make love to me when I'm married? Is that why you're asking that question?"
The boy nodded solemnly. "Yeah, because my folks are divorced. They didn't love each other anymore."
"Well, my husband and I still love each other," she said grimly.
She lay down and covered her eyes with her arm.
Billy moved onto his belly and rolled closer.
"Will you suck my cock again before I go?"
Bobby froze. "I guess so," she said, uncovering her eyes and sniffing. She sat up, her huge tits flopping around. "Here," she said, taking one of her tits in her hand and guiding it into the boy's mouth. "Give a girl a suck, huh?"
Bobby knew then she had a problem. The boy had tried to initiate something and she'd taken charge. Was she always going to be sexually aggressive? Could she change?
CHAPTER THREE
Bobby desperately wanted to become less aggressive. After her experience with Billy Scott, she realized she had a severe problem. She didn't know how to solve it, but she knew Nicky would be no help.
One day she ran into a high school classmate in a nearby shopping center. She'd known Steve Arvey in college and they sat down in a bar and reminisced over a beer.
"You're married to a dancer, aren't you?"
Steve said.
"He used to be a dancer." She wanted to change the subject. "How about you? Who did you marry?"
"One of our classmates," he said. "She's a kindergarten teacher too. Her maiden name was Susan Patrick."
Bobby wrinkled her nose. "I don't remember her."
"You wouldn't have known her," Steve said. "She was a bookworm in college."
"I can't imagine you marrying a bookworm," Bobby said, cocking an eyebrow coyly.
"I can't imagine you as a kindergarten teacher, or any kind of teacher, to tell the truth."
"It was never my idea," Bobby said, gazing into her beer glass. "I was so totally boy-crazy, my folks make me go into teaching so I wouldn't go running off completely wild."
"I'm glad you said it," Steve said, motioning to the bartender to bring two more beers. "You fascinated me in those days."
Bobby blinked. "I did? You never asked me out."
He chuckled. "I couldn't get near enough to you to ask you out. All the other guys got to you first."
She sighed and started her second beer.
"I wish you had asked me out, Steve," she said. "I went out with some real weirdos."
"You were the prettiest girl in school," he said.
She sighed again. "I wish life were as simple now as it was then."
"It is for me."
"Well, it's not for me."
Steve bit into a pretzel. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure."
"Are you ever sorry you didn't wait a while to get married?"
Bobby giggled and took the pretzel from his hand. She bit into it and handed it back to him.
"Funny that you should ask me that right now. As a matter of fact I've been doing a lot of thinking about Nicky and me." She sighed deeply. "Sorry. You just caught me at a funny time."
"Marriage isn't what it's cracked out to be, is it?" Steve said.
Bobby glanced at him quickly. "You too?"
He nodded. "Me too. You know, when you're a kid you marry a guy or a girl who fills your needs at the time. But later, when you're older and wiser, well, your needs change, but the partner stays the same most of the time."
"And your Susan? Is she still a bookworm?"
He grimaced. "Yes. I liked it way back when I was a shy guy. Now I'm bored with her and I suspect she's bored with me too." He bit into another pretzel and fed the rest of it to Bobby.
Bobby chewed it thoughtfully. "I thought you said your life was still simple."
"It is simple," he said. "Simply boring."
They giggled and drained their glasses.
"How about another?" Bobby said. "If we're going to get drunk, let's get good and drunk."
Steve motioned to the bartender.
"I'm glad we ran into each other today," he said, brushing his lips against her ear.
"Why, Steve, I do believe you're flirting with me," Bobby said.
"I think I am too," he said.
A half hour later they were shutting the door to a motel room on the outskirts of town. Steve was taking Bobby into his arms and she responded by automatically thrusting her tits against his chest.
"I never thought a girl like you would look at me," Steve said, kissing her hair. Bobby was impatient to get into bed, but determined to wait for him to make the first move.
"I find you very attractive," she hiccupped. "Sorry about that. I'm not used to so much booze in the middle of the day."
He kissed her hard and she felt the hunger in his mouth. She instinctively slid her tongue between his lips, and he clutched her more tightly in response.
"You're sure turning me on," he said, his tongue stroking hers.
"Me too," she said.
She felt her nipples harden against his chest, and her pussy was puffy and wet with excitement. She writhed impatiently in his arms, but refused to make the first move toward the bed. His hands were on her ass. Finally she couldn't resist tearing her mouth from his and bringing his hand to her tits.
"Feel me up," she said. "Take me now!"
"Yes, yes," he mumbled, pressing his lips to hers and pushing her toward the bed.
They fell over and he bit her neck and slid his hand over her belly. She moved it to her tits and he squeezed her giant tits. She took his free hand and moved it under her skirt.
In a moment his fingers were probing her moist cunt-folds. She guided his hand and soon his index finger was inside the crotch of her panties and plunging into her cunthole.
"Oh, darling," the hot housewife sighed as he frigged her juice-drenched pussy. "That feels so good!"
She struggled to remove her blouse with one hand. She managed to unbutton it and pull it off her shoulders. Her massive lace-covered tits bobbed out, and Steve gulped as he gazed at them.
"Jesus, I can't believe it!" he said.
"Here, I'll do it," she snapped, reaching back to unhook her bra.
She removed her bra and leaned back, letting her tits flop around her chest. She smiled suggestively and sucked a finger into her mouth.
"Do you approve?"
He worked his lips, but nothing came out. He stared at her nipples. "I-I never saw anything like it," he rasped.
With a strangled growl he capped his mouth around one of her jutting nipples. He sucked on it so hard that she knew his teeth would leave marks on her flesh.
She loved it. She bent toward him as he vigorously licked and sucked and nipped her tits. His free hand continued frigging her cunt, and she raised her legs obscenely and tried to pull her panties down.
Instead she couldn't resist reaching for his fly. She tried to pull his zipper down, but the position was awkward. She settled for stroking his fuckpole through his pants and holding his head firmly against her tits.
"I never thought you'd look at me," Steve said, swirling his tongue hungrily over her tits.
"I always thought you were very sexy," Bobby lied. As a matter of fact she'd thought he was a square. She felt him tremble and heard his teeth chatter.
"This always happens to me," he said. "I shake when I get real turned on. I don't know why. It's embarrassing sometimes."
"It's okay," she said, pushing his mouth back to her tits.
She felt for his zipper and successfully yanked it down. Steve stopped sucking her tit as she reached inside his fly.
He grinned as she brought his prick out. It was rigid and thick, much longer than she'd expected. She gazed at his cockhead and wondered if she'd get a chance to suck it before they fucked.
She felt no sense of guilt or shame. She was cheating on her husband for the second time, and yet she felt good and clean and wildly sexual. A sense of total excitement surged through her.
With a moan, she lowered her head to his lap and filled her mouth with his prick-knob. She lapped the underside gently with the tip of her tongue and then sucked the entire head into her warm wet mouth.
"Bobby, you're too much!" Steve breathed. "Oh, baby, you're really sucking my cock! I can't believe it! You're sucking my cock! You're really sucking it!"
His words drove Bobby on. The taste of his prick made her head swim and her mouth water. His praise made her want to give him the best blowjob he ever had. His cockhead throbbed and twitched in her mouth. She loved the smell of him, the male, raunchy aroma of his crotch.
Steve caressed her hair and reached down for her tits. He filled his hands with her tits and seemed unable to get enough of her.
She twisted her lips around his cock and moved them over his shaft. When she spit his cock out, it snapped up at attention, straight and tall and pointing at the ceiling.
She licked it like an ice-cream cone, her tongue darting up and down from the crown to the root. Her pink wet tongue lapped every inch of his cock and her soft lips kissed and loved him too.
By now he'd scrambled out of his pants and shorts, and she scooped his balls into her hand and kissed them too. Steve tweaked her nipples and rubbed his hand between her legs.
"Bobby, you're the most incredible woman I've ever met!"
She looked at him quizzically. "How come?"
"My wife and I have been married five years and I have to practically beg her to go down on me."
Bobby smiled. "I love it."
She moved her mouth back to his prick, but he gripped her arm and pulled her away.
"Can I suck you at the same time?" His voice quavered with emotion.
"Sure," Bobby said, lying back with her skirt bunched up around her waist and her legs wide-spread.
Steve held her legs up in the air and spread them wide. They both giggled when they discovered her panties were still on. He pulled them off and then quickly buried his face between her legs.
She had expected him to sixty-nine with her, but instead he burrowed his tongue into her pussy, and she rested her ankles on his shoulders and enjoyed the luxury of it all. Her pussy opened wide and he sucked with loud, slurping sounds. She sighed huskily and writhed her ass on the bed.
"What I'd really like is to have your big cock inside me," she gasped.
"Yeah, but let me lick you a little more."
She liked the feel of his mouth on her cunt, but she raised her head and impatiently waited for him to finish. There was nothing like a fuck and she needed one badly.
Still, she forced herself to wait for him to make the next move. It happened sooner than she anticipated.
One minute he was licking her cunt up and down and the next he was crouched between her legs, his boner aiming toward her pussy. She smiled up at him and blew him a kiss.
He moved his hands under her ass and gazed down at her with glittering eyes.
"If you were my wife I'd never let you out of my sight," he said.
Thank Got! you're not my husband, she thought with a giggle.
He was strong. She liked that. He lifted her up and manipulated her with ease as he fit his cockhead into the flared hole of her pussy. When he was inside her, when his slick column of cock was buried in her fuck-tunnel, her cuntlips snapped shut around it.
"Jesus, Bobby, you're so beautiful," he said.
"Fuck me, Steve!" She writhed her ass relentlessly on the bed.
"I just want to look at you for a minute," he said.
She bobbed her hips and twisted around, trying to force him to stroke in and out of her hotly clenching cunt.
"It's no good for me unless you fuck me hard," she gasped.
Her tits flopped around as she moved. He gazed at her with hot eyes.
"I want it to be good for you," he said.
"It'll be good if you'll just move!" she said sharply.
She sighed happily when he finally pulled out and then thrust in again. His prick was thick enough to stretch and fill her cunt-walls. Steve bent over and closed his moist lips around one of her rosy nipples. He tugged at the stiff morsel and buried his face against her massive tit.
"I think I'm falling in love with you," he said, switching to her other tit and sucking it into his mouth.
"Yes, love!" Bobby gasped, her head turning from side to side as the sensations on her clit increased.
Her orgasm took her by surprise and the intensity of it took her breath away. She fully expected that Steve would come too, but he didn't. The tingling in her clit burst upon her again, but he still didn't come.
"Why'd you stop?" she said, raising her head as he pulled out of her cunt. His cock twitched heavily and a gleaming string of cunt-oil swung from the tip.
"Turn over," he said. "I want to see your ass."
Bobby happily complied. She rolled onto her belly and felt him press his hot face against her ass. He tenderly licked her assflesh and squeezed her asscheeks. He lifted her up and ran his tongue deeply inside her asscrease.
She sighed and clutched a pillow as he swabbed his tongue up and down the crack between her asscheeks. His tongue felt good, and his well-shaved cheeks rasped deliciously against her flesh.
Then she felt him move his prick between her ass and she craned her neck to watch.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"I'm fucking you," he said, plunging his prick into her pussy.
"Yes, that's good! You're in even deeper now!"
His cock churned around as it soared inside her cunt. The position was good for her. Nicky hardly ever fucked her this way and she wiggled her ass in the air with zeal as Steve stoked her fire.
He reached underneath and clutched her giant tits. She squealed and rammed her cunt back at his prick. When she came again, she fell forward on the bed and shrieked into the pillow.
"Fuck me in the asshole!" she hissed after a moment.
"Jesus, Bobby, do you mean it?" Steve said in a hushed tone.
"Yes, I mean it," she said impatiently. "Please, Steve, if you'd like to, fuck me in the asshole."
"Jesus, Bobby, I'd love it!" He pulled out of her pussy and pressed his juice-lubricated cockhead against her puckered shitter.
She reached back with both hands and pulled her asscheeks open. She wanted to make it as easy as possible for him. When he nudged his cockhead against her asshole, she was so excited that her brownie offered no resistance and his cock popped right in.
It hurt for a moment, but Bobby was so open and accepting that the pain quickly subsided. In a moment Steve was hurling his prick all the way into her churning bowels, and Bobby was clutching her tits and banging back at him.
"God, Bobby, this is the best fuck I ever had!" he panted.
"Keep fucking!" she said.
He drove his prick in and out of her with slow steady strokes. He twisted the tip in a corkscrew motion and with each thrust his balls hit her clit and caressed the little erection.
She undulated her ass and felt her asshole grab his prick.
"Jesus, Bobby, I don't know if I can last!" he said.
"It's okay, I'm ready!"
With a tiny groan he came, speeding up his strokes and squirting his thick jism into her guts.
When it was over, they lay in each other's arms. Steve kissed her and solemnly told her he loved her.
She sat up and gazed down at him, pushing her hair off her face. "Hey, this is just for kicks, remember?"
"But, Bobby, we're so right for each other," he said.
"We're both married, right?" she said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and looking around for her clothes. "I'm not looking for love, Steve," she said in a cold voice. "I'm looking for a good fuck. Have you seen my shoes anywhere?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Conflict. Bobby had a problem. On the one hand she longed for a masterful lover who would sweep her off her feet and make love to her for hours at a time. On the other hand she had a deeper craving to be the aggressor.
She used Steve as a tool to try and change. They began seeing each other a few times a week, mostly during the day when Nicky was at work. Steve had the type of job whereby he could take off afternoons.
The only problem was that Steve was falling in love, and Bobby merely craved adventure.
One day they went out for lunch to a small French restaurant near the airport. Steve had discovered it and, although it was in a strange location, it was quiet and intimate and the food was good.
It was important to both of them that they not be seen. Even Steve, who was ready to ask Susan for a divorce, didn't want some gossip to tell her about Bobby before he did.
They were shown to a small table in a corner, and Bobby settled down, glancing about to see if any interesting men were around. It wasn't crowded, but there was an interesting man two tables away.
She flirted with him momentarily, but then Steve sat across from her and the man looked away.
Steve took her hand and gazed into her eyes. "You look beautiful today, Bobby."
Bobby pulled her hand away. "I'm horny, Steve, I'm not in the mood for romance."
"Oh, Bobby, why are you like that?" he said. "You really hurt me when you talk like that."
"It's really funny, Steve," she said, leaning across the table and taking his hand. "Women are supposed to be romantic and men practical. But the men in my life are all romantic and I'm the practical one."
"Oh, Bobby, I love you," he said, kissing the palm of her hand.
"Someone will see," she said.
"I don't care," he said. "Besides, there's no one here we know."
"What about the ones we don't know?" She waved her hand toward the man she'd been flirting with.
"I don't care about them," he said. "They're all jealous of me anyway because I'm with you."
"Oh, Steve, you're really too nice for me," she said. "Nicky's too nice for me too. I think that's my problem. I need a guy to bat me around a little."
"Don't talk like that," he said. "You need someone to take care of you. Nicky's too mild-mannered for you, but I could take care of you the way you need to be taken care of."
The waiter brought the wine and Bobby waited until he'd left again before she answered him. "Steve, I've told you a hundred times. I'm not looking for love. I'm going to stay married to Nicky, at least for the time being. I just want good sex with you and we've got it for the moment. So don't go and spoil it with that kind of talk."
She sipped her wine and Steve drained his glass. He turned pale and refilled their glasses, draining his second glass quickly.
"That's not the answer," he said.
"It's my answer."
She shrugged. "Why not?"
She drained her glass and he quickly refilled it. The booze felt good. It coursed through her body and made her warm and cozy all over.
The good-looking man a few tables away was staring at her and she deliberately bent down to talk to Steve and showed him a good bit of cleavage.
They ordered lunch and Bobby rubbed Steve's leg with her foot. She noticed the man staring at her and, when she slipped her shoe off and rubbed her bare toes against Steve's leg, the man smiled.
"Let's go somewhere and fuck," Bobby whispered.
"We haven't eaten yet."
She picked up her wine glass.
"Here's to fucking," she said, sloshing the wine around. It spilled over and she licked it up from the stem. "Whoops," she giggled. "Here's to sucking too."
Steve smiled begrudgingly and lifted his glass. "To the best little woman I've ever known."
Bobby groaned. "To the best little cocksman I've ever known."
"Bobby!"
"And to the best little cuntlapper I've ever known," she giggled, loud enough so that people around them could hear. "To the man who gives me regular jizz cocktails and who fucks my asshole whenever I ask."
Steve flushed angrily. "Why are you doing this, Bobby?"
"Because you're so damn serious!"
"Everyone can hear you."
"I don't give a damn!"
He snapped his fingers for the waiter. "We're getting out of here."
"But we haven't eaten yet," she said.
The waiter hurried over and Steve lamely asked him for another bottle of wine.
"Okay, but just keep your voice down," he said nervously.
"My cunt is wet!" she hissed softly.
He smiled despite himself. "The food will be here soon and we'll eat fast."
"Have you ever fucked on the beach?" she said.
"Not since I was a kid and there was nowhere else to go."
"No, I mean now that you're an adult, in broad daylight, under a blanket, but with everyone else around."
"You have a very vivid imagination."
"I'd love to roll naked around in the sand, wouldn't you?"
"I think it would be pretty uncomfortable."
"I want you to fuck me in the water," she said.
"Bobby, that's crazy!"
The waiter brought their lunch. He took so long serving it that Bobby found herself flirting with the strange man again. The waiter was still hovering over them when the man got up and passed their table on his way to the front door. When he passed by, he dropped a card on Bobby's lap and she silently glanced down to read it. His name was Brad Evans and he was an attorney. There was an address and phone number and he'd written the words: Call me.
Bobby dropped the card in her purse and began eating. She felt ravenous suddenly because of the wine and the excitement of meeting a new attractive man. Steve never noticed a thing. He was too involved in giving instructions to the waiter.
The food was delicious and, after they were finished, Steve ordered a bottle of brandy. Bobby reached under the table and groped around Steve's lap.
"What are you doing?" he said.
"Let's get out of here," she said.
"I just ordered brandy."
"We can drink it at the motel."
As usual she had her way. In fifteen minutes they were stretched out on the bed in their motel room and Steve was kneading her soft inner thighs.
"You're a square, but you're a terrific lover," Bobby said, thinking of the man in the restaurant.
Steve's expression didn't change as he pulled her panties down. He lost no time in plunging two fingers into her pussy and stroking her tits through her clothes.
"I don't know if I can go on like this," he said.
"How?" Bobby smiled. "Fingering my pussy?"
"You know what I mean."
"Don't be so damn long-suffering," she said. "Let's just have a wonderful fucking afternoon."
"There's more to life than fucking," he said.
"I know, but don't keep reminding me."
She pulled his mouth down to hers and they kissed. He probed his tongue into her mouth and reached down and unbuttoned her blouse. It was a matter of moments before they were naked and Bobby rolled on top of him and began guiding his prick into her cunt.
"Let me do that," he said.
"Oh, fuck, I forgot!"
She stretched out on her back and spread her legs. "Come on, do it!"
"Jesus, you're so impatient."
"That's the way I am," she said, shifting her ass on the bed and reaching for his prick.
Juice gushed from her cunt and she propelled her ass upward. She pulled him against her and covered his lips with her mouth. She was hot and frustrated by the way he was procrastinating. She was thinking about the man in the restaurant and wishing she were with him now.
She pulled Steve's chest down to her tits and rubbed herself against him.
"Fuck me!" she said. "Put it in and fuck me!"
She stared hungrily at his cock. She reached for it, closing her fingers possessively around his shaft. He rolled onto his side and let her crawl between his legs.
"Go on, you know you want to suck it," he said.
"Mmmmm, yes," she said, pushing her hair away from her face and kissing the tip of his prick.
She flicked her tongue all around the flared rim and opened her jaws wide to take his entire cock-knob in her mouth. Steve stared at her, his nostrils flaring as his passion increased.
"I love you, Bobby," he said.
She took his prick deeper into her throat. Then she released it and licked his balls. "You just like the way I suck your cock."
"It's more than that," he said.
She took his entire prick into her throat and held it there while she swallowed convulsively. She released his prick and held only his cock-head in her mouth and used her fingers on his shaft.
"I think maybe we ought to cool it for a while," she said.
"Jesus, Bobby, you can't do that," he said. "I love you!"
"Fuck love," she said, taking his prick back into her mouth. She cupped his balls with her free hand and probed his asshole.
She slid the ring of her lips down to the base of his prick. His cock-hair tickled her nose and she deliberately drooled saliva over his prick. Maybe if she brought him off, he'd shut up for a while.
"I know I'm a little uptight," he said. "A little!"
He groaned, sucking in air through his mouth and caressing her hair and face.
"Take it!" he said, clutching her head and slamming his prick into her sucking mouth.
She felt the first warnings of his climax, and she gobbled down the jets of jism that followed. She devoured him with her mouth, suctioning every last drop of juice from his balls.
It kept coming. It poured out of him, and she kept gulping it down gluttonously. She took it all and wanted more and, when he was through, she sucked his limp prick.
He lay back in a heap, his mouth open and his eyes closed. His body glistened with perspiration. She climbed over him and stuffed one of her tits into his mouth. He munched on it, but she quickly became bored.
Her hands were all over him, clutching his fuckpole and making him hard again. She tongued his balls and licked up the sweat from his chest. He turned her on the most when he was tired from coming. She was able to let herself go the way she enjoyed most. Aggressively.
She fluttered her tongue up and down his cock and licked up the last remnants of his spunk. She caressed his silken cockhead with her moist hot lips and pumped his shaft.
"Let's get this thing up again," she mused.
"Why'd you do that?" Steve said softly. - "Do what?"
"Bring me off."
She giggled. "Why, didn't you like it?"
"You know I like it, but why didn't you let me fuck you?"
"Oh, don't spoil it," she said, climbing over him and letting her tits sway pendulously over his face.
She rubbed against his quickly stiffening prick and used the juice from her cunt to massage her tits. Her nipples were taut and jutted out.
Despite himself, Steve smiled up at her and reached for her tits. "I'm crazy about you."
The face of the man in the restaurant flashed through Bobby's mind. She would phone him tomorrow. She was anxious to see if he was as sexy as he appeared to be.
Now Steve placed his hands on her hips and pulled her toward him. She smiled at him through glistening lips. They came together, hot flesh against hot flesh, and his stiffened prick plunged between her thighs.
She took his cock inside her and squeezed her pussy around his meat. Her heavy tits fell forward when she leaned over, and he reached up and sucked one into his mouth.
Her cunt was a flood of hot juice and hungry need. She moaned and muttered obscenities as she bounced up and down on his prick.
"Don't talk like that," he said.
"I like talking like that," she said.
She was breathless and horny and tired of his complaints. If she wanted a nagging man, she could go home to her husband!
He rolled over on top of her and for a moment she couldn't breathe. She preferred being on top so she could fuck at her own pace. Still, it felt good when he pressed his hot face against her tits and swirled his tongue over them.
"Suck it harder!"
"Jesus, Bobby, do you always have to tell me what to do?"
"Yes!" she hissed, forcing him to fall flat on his back.
She was on top again and she loved it that way. She gazed down at him and ignored the hurt look in his eyes. She guided his cock against her clit and felt the stirrings of her orgasm.
And then he was on top of her again and spearing his prick forcefully into her cunt.
"This is the way it's supposed to be!" he gasped.
"Fuck me!"
He heaved his cock into her cunt, watching her face contort with pleasure as his balls slapped her ass. Bobby tingled all over, her fingernails clawing his arms as she thrust her ass up off the mattress.
"Ride me!" she said.
"I love you, Bobby!"
"Now, ride me! Fuck me!"
She came and the explosion took her breath away. Steve smiled proudly at her. He loved to watch her come. He thought she was never lovelier than when she was climaxing.
Because it was his second hard-on in less than an hour, he was able to go on for a long time. He stroked deep inside her cunt, and she clung to him as another orgasm raged through her.
"Stick it in and fuck me!" she said.
It was too bad she wasn't going to see him anymore. He was a good fuck. But he was too intense for her. She wanted someone more carefree and fun-loving.
She felt his cock all the way up in her belly. She draped her legs over his shoulders and pushed a pillow under her ass. She closed her eyes and saw Brad Evans' face.
"Come inside me!" she said.
"I'm ready, honey!"
She nodded frantically. "Me too, Steve. Give it to me!"
They came together and it was good, but when it was over, Bobby turned her back on him and dozed off. Brad Evans, she thought with a yawn. That's a nice name. I wonder what his cock is like.
CHAPTER FIVE
She wore a dress and high-heeled pumps on the day of her date with Brad Evans. She phoned him the day after he dropped his card in her lap in the restaurant and they made a date for the next week.
She left her car a block from his apartment building and walked down the street with her head down, big black sunglasses hiding her face. She didn't want to be seen in the neighborhood. Too many of Nicky's coworkers lived in the area.
The doorman waved her in, and she rode the elevator to the top floor. She rang the doorbell and, when no one answered, she knocked impatiently.
In a matter of moments Brad Evans swung the door open and apologized for keeping her waiting.
"Don't be angry with me," he said. "I was in the back of the apartment."
Bobby walked into the apartment and looked around. It was a purely masculine place. Brad Evans put his arm around her shoulder as they walked into what she assumed was the living room.
"You're looking lovelier than ever," he said, lightly kissing her cheek. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll fix us a drink."
She nodded and sat down on one of the huge white sofas. The room was done in black and white and several modern paintings were hung on the walls.
Now that she was here she realized she didn't know Brad at all. He was a stranger she'd picked up in a restaurant and now here she was alone with him in his apartment.
Brad busied himself at a glass and chrome bar in a corner of the room. Bobby gazed at his back. He was taller than she remembered, and much broader.
"I'm glad you called," he said, without turning around. Ice clinked in glasses as he walked around and handed her a tall drink. "Try it and tell me if it's strong enough."
She sipped the drink and made a face. "It's too strong."
He added another ice cube and sat down in the chair next to the sofa. "Tell me about yourself."
"What do you want to know?"
"Do you always call strange men who hand out cards to you?"
She leaned forward and placed her drink on the coffee table. Her tits pulled tightly against her dress.
"No one's ever done it before," she said.
"And?" He raised his eyebrows quizzically.
Bobby felt her heart turn over. He was so damn sexy looking! "And why did I call you?"
"That's the question of the day," he said smoothly, sipping his drink and staring fixedly at her tits.
"I found you fascinating."
He nodded slowly. "As I found you," he said. He put his glass down and smiled. His eyes crinkled up and Bobby melted. "I especially loved when you rubbed your foot against your friend's leg. Incidentally, I assume he's not your husband, but merely a passing fancy."
"Oh, Lord, you've got my number." Bobby giggled.
They exchanged brief histories. He admitted he was married. His wife and children lived in a house in the suburbs. He kept this apartment for business purposes.
Bobby told him about Nicky and gulped her drink between sentences. The drink was soothing and she felt strangely exhilarated. There was something about Brad she found incredibly appealing.
He continued staring at her tits and she brazenly thrust them out.
"You're staring at me, aren't you?" she said.
"Who could resist?"
He rose up and sat down next to her on the sofa. He regarded her for a brief moment and a flicker of amusement crossed his eyes. "I'll bet you've been driving the boys crazy with those tits since you were twelve."
"Thirteen," she said, returning his frank gaze.
He noted that her glass was empty and he rose up and returned to the bar for a refill. "That chap you were with yesterday."
"What about him? He's just an old school chum."
"He's not your type," he said, sitting down again and touching his glass to hers. "Cheers."
"Cheers."
She took a big gulp and soon the room was going around in circles. They talked about the food at the restaurant and the service and what a nice place it was for couples who weren't really supposed to be together.
"It's a place where married couples never go," he said.
"What you mean is it's a cheating spot."
He chuckled. "You certainly don't mince words." His eyes seemed to burn through her. "I'd love to paint you sometime."
"Are you a painter too?"
"Only in my spare time when my practice allows. But seriously, I would like to paint you. Nude, of course. Your body is a thing of beauty."
Her eyes were drawn to his crotch. Her eyes automatically went to a man's crotch. In Brad's case she tried to be subtle. His suit was perfectly tailored and, if there was a hard-on in his pants, she couldn't see it.
He glanced down at his lap. "Did I spill something?"
She blushed. "It's an old habit."
He bent over and placed his hand on her knee. "And a charming one, I'd say."
"I'm a teacher, you know," she said, speaking quickly when his arm brushed against her tits. "I used to be, that is, until my marriage. I taught kindergarten."
"The children must have loved you," he said.
She could smell the ruggedness of his body and the aroma of good tweeds. The warmth of his thigh against her knees made her tremble. For the first time in her life she felt weak and helpless with a man. For the first time she wanted to be taken and ravaged.
The unfamiliar cravings surprised her. She fought to regain control. She was the one who always took charge. She was aggressive, damn it, and no one would change that.
Brad smiled. "I want you very badly, you know."
She feigned ignorance. "You mean to pose for you? Nude? Yes, you said that before. Maybe I'll do it sometime. If my husband agrees."
"Bobby," he said in a chiding tone of voice.
She stiffened when he placed his hands on her shoulders and massaged them.
"That was a dumb thing to say," she said. "About asking my husband if I can pose for you. I say silly things sometimes."
"We all do," he said softly.
She leaned forward, turning slightly so he could massage the back of her neck. And suddenly he was turning her around and gazing into her eyes.
She panicked. "Maybe I-I shouldn't have come here."
He cupped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. "It's probably the single most intelligent decision you ever made."
He held her upper arms tightly and kissed her forehead. Just the smell of him made her want to bury her face against his chest.
She closed her eyes and felt him move his lips to hers. She melted against him, but the kiss was soft and warm rather than sensuous. It built up, and Bobby knew instinctively his lovemaking would start out slowly and build up to a wild crescendo.
Her knees felt weak and her tits rose and fell as she breathed heavily. He pulled her into his arms.
"We're going to have a lovely time together," he said, his slick tongue caressing her lips.
She opened her mouth and silently begged him to french her. She didn't have long to wait. In a moment his tongue slipped inside her mouth and his arms imprisoned her.
He coaxed her tongue into his mouth, and she shivered against him as jolts of hot pleasure raged through her. His hands moved all over her, on her back and neck and the cushions of her tits. He searched for her nipples through her clothes and, when he found them, he stroked them gently and they stiffened.
She ached for him. She responded to his touch as she'd never responded to any man in her life. Her body felt limp and open and totally vulnerable. Her desires were so intense that she didn't want to be the aggressor. She waited to be taken.
He pushed her down on the sofa and planted a series of dizzying hot kisses on her lips and cheeks and throat. He was trembling now and his face had darkened with lust. His eyes glittered and deep sexual sounds erupted from his throat.
"I can't wait to get you into a bed," he said. "I'm going to take you here."
"Oh, Brad, yes! Here!" she sighed.
He opened buttons and zippers while her lips parted to accept his kisses. She surrendered to him totally. When his hands gripped her naked tits, she buried her face against his shoulder.
"I've never felt like this before."
"I promise you it'll only get better."
"Oh, Brad!"
He probed and fondled her generous nipples and squeezed and kneaded her cushiony tits. Wild cravings permeated her body. She was swept with the most intense longings she'd ever experienced.
Brad maneuvered himself over her on the oversized sofa. Every movement seemed to be calculated to give her pleasure. She was aware of his strength and his power over her and yet he had none of the macho qualities she disliked in a man.
Now his hands moved up and down her throbbing body. He fondled and caressed her most intimate parts. She thrilled to his touch and responded with a passion that matched his. Again and again he crushed his body against hers.
At one point he moved his leg between her thighs and she was so ripe and ready and totally open that she climaxed. She was embarrassed for a moment, but he kissed her and told her how lovely she was.
"You're so totally feminine," he said, sliding his hands up and down her silken thighs, but not touching her pussy.
"I'm not always like this," she gasped.
"I know," he said.
"You know?"
"Yes," he whispered, stroking her belly. "The restaurant, remember?"
Every nerve-ending in her body cried out to him. She writhed her ass on the sofa cushions and stroked his arms and shoulders. His hands were all over her again, massaging and stroking, always subtle and sensitive to her needs. And, with it all, they laughed over the mutual recollection.
When he finally hovered over her cunt, she waited breathlessly while he parted her thick cuntlips. Slowly and deliberately he lowered his head and lapped his tongue over her juicy pussy.
She came close to fainting. She breathed deeply, feeling as if she were drowning as he. licked from her clit to her asshole and back to her clit.
She shuddered violently and came, crashing through the extraordinary sensations and grunting harshly as he inflamed her pussy. With soft warm lips he nibbled her inner cunt-folds while he held her outer pussylips open with his thumbs. His tongue was all over her wildly sensitive cunt, tickling and caressing and loving all at once.
He used the flat of his tongue on her asshole, opening it up like a flower and wetting it down with his saliva. He stroked his tongue into her cunthole, then into her asshole. She clutched his arms and rocked her ass against his face, but that was as aggressive as she became.
He slithered the tip of his tongue in and out of her pussy and draped her legs over his shoulders. He attached his lips to her clit and sucked it gently.
A powerful force erupted in her cunt. When she recovered her senses, she was bathed in a pool of perspiration. She squeezed his neck with her thighs and he gazed down at her with a smile.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "For God's sake, fuck me!"
"I'll make that decision at the right time," he said with a smile.
"I'm sorry," she said, blushing. "I told you I wasn't perfect."
"Don't you think I know that?"
"I've always had a bad habit." She bit her lip. His eyes showed amusement.
"I can guess what it is," he said, pressing his lips against her cunt.
"You seem to know everything."
"I'm a lawyer." He reached up and took one of her rosy nipples between his fingers.
"I keep forgetting that," she sighed.
Tiny sighs of pleasure escaped her throat as he tickled her cunt with his tongue-tip.
"We're going to have some lovely times together," he said. "I had a feeling about you the moment I saw you walk into the restaurant."
He straightened up and for the first time she got a really good look at his prick. He had a thick dark bush of hair surrounding his cock and balls, and his prick stood straight and thick, almost nudging his belly. It was the most beautiful cock Bobby had ever seen and she forced herself not to grab it. How she wanted it inside her!
Brad held his column of stiff prick in his hand.
"It's yours," he said. "To do with as you wish."
"Oh, Brad, yes!" she said, grabbing his cock in her fist and pulling it toward her pussy.
"But gently," he chuckled: Bobby glanced down. She giggled at the sight of her rosy red cuntlips. They looked as if they were going to gobble him up. She met his eyes again and released him.
"You do it," she said.
"Ah, yes, my darling, I'll do it. The moment of surrender is so sweet."
He guided the tip of his thick cock against her waiting cuntlips. Almost in slow motion, he moved it inside her cunt and lurched forward. When he was inside, he left his prick imbedded in her hot grasping hole. Without putting his weight on her body, he kissed her.
"Your cunt is so beautiful," he said. "So open and hungry and totally female."
His kisses once again took her breath away and the heat of their bodies merged. He began thrusting his prick in and out of her steamy pussy and she didn't know where her body left off and his began.
He kissed her lips and tits and throat while he stroked. He never for a moment ignored the woman while he made love to the cunt. He even sensed when she was about to come because he stroked her hair lovingly and began beating a faster rhythm into her cunt.
She felt the pressure of his own desire as he thrust his oversized prick into her. She had never felt so loved or desired, and the glorious tension created by his cock was more wonderful than any orgasm she'd had with another man.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and they embraced. She came again and again as his cock rasped against her clit. She was on fire and oblivious to everything else as the exquisite sensations surged through her.
She twisted her head back and forth and her cunt secretions drenched his cock. He reached down and fondled her clit, and she exploded in another series of rapid-fire climaxes.
Gasping for breath, she clung to him, wanting nothing more than the feel of his jism inside her. She moved her hands to his ass and stroked his taut cheeks and then clamped her legs around his back.
And then he pulled out. He kissed her on the lips and stroked her hair. Without a word he plunged his cock into her asshole. Although the unexpected intrusion took her by surprise, she smiled and totally accepted it.
"You're so sweet," he murmured as he stretched her asshole to its limits. "So tight and sweet."
"Yes!" Bobby gasped. "Yes!"
Her asshole clamped shut around his cock and set off his orgasm. He groaned softly and for the first time he rammed his prick brutally into her shitter.
Fire erupted in her asshole and she wept with happiness at the pleasure she was giving him. Her ecstasy was complete. She had given him the ultimate in pleasure.
CHAPTER SIX
Bobby became Brad's willing slave. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him, so great was his sexual hold over her. He remained tender and gentle, but masterful. She loved it and promised she'd do anything he wished if only he would continue making love to her.
One day she was at his apartment waiting for him to arrive. He'd given her a key, and she nervously puttered around the living room as she waited.
There was a picture of his wife and children in the bedroom and she moved through the apartment to the bedroom and gazed at the photograph. His wife was pretty and sweet-faced, and his children were adorable. He had two, both teenagers, a son and a daughter. When Bobby gazed at the teenagers, her heart melted. They belonged to Brad and she felt that in some strange way they belonged to her too.
Now she turned abruptly when she heard the sound of a key in the front door. Quickly leaving the bedroom, she dashed to the front of the apartment to welcome her lover.
When the door opened, Bobby was surprised and disappointed to see that Brad wasn't alone. Standing with him was a tall man in a dark blue suit.
"This is my partner," Brad said. "Bobby Radison, Jeff Miller."
Jeff nodded as his eyes appraised her. "I've heard a lot about you," he said in a deep voice.
Brad closed the door and all three entered the living room. Bobby was perplexed by the presence of Jeff, but since Brad didn't like when she questioned his motives, she said nothing.
Brad fixed drinks while Jeff examined a piece of sculpture. - "I always liked this piece," he said.
Bobby glanced at Brad, but he was looking at Jeff.
"I picked that up in Hong Kong," Brad said.
Jeff smiled and glanced at Bobby. "As usual your taste is impeccable."
Bobby sat in the middle of the sofa and wondered why Brad had invited Jeff here. She had been looking forward to their lovemaking. It had been two days and she needed him the way some people need drugs. He was her fix. Her sexual fix.
Jeff gazed at her tits and smiled again. "Bobby, are you interested in art?"
"I don't know much about it, but I love Brad's taste," she said.
"Bobby had yet to cultivate her own taste," Brad said, handing out drinks. "Cheers."
Jeff moved around the room examining art work and finally sat down on the sofa next to Bobby and picked up his drink. Bobby took a big gulp and choked.
"What is this?" she sputtered.
The men seemed amused. "It's an aphrodisiac I learned about in the Pacific," Brad said.
"Drink up, lovely," Jeff said as he sipped his drink.
"What's in it?" she said.
"I promised an island chieftain I'd never reveal the secret," Brad said.
"Drink up and we'll have another," Jeff said, cool as ever as he openly appraised Bobby's tits. "She is lovely," he said to Brad. "Absolutely lovely."
Bobby felt a fire ignite her entire body as she sipped the drink. She barely heard Jeff's praise, so potent was the liquor.
"It's going right to my head," she said.
"It will release all your inhibitions," Brad said.
Bobby gazed from Brad to Jeff. Through her alcoholic haze, she felt the men held a secret from her. Brad sat down next to her now and she was sandwiched between them. She was filled with love for him and at that moment she would have killed if he'd asked her.
"Does Bobby have inhibitions?" Jeff said with a slight smile.
"All women do at first," Brad replied.
"At first?" Bobby said. Her legs felt heavy and her feet felt like lead. She knew if she tried to walk she'd fall on her face.
"When they're young like you," Brad said.
"I'm not so young," she said.
"Under thirty is young, my dear," Jeff remarked.
"You're not too old for my son," Brad said with a strange look on his face.
"But he's only a kid," Bobby said.
"He's almost a man, if he's lucky enough to be broken in by the right woman," Brad said.
As usual Brad dazzled her with his smile.
"Drink up," Brad said and she quickly obeyed.
He refilled her glass from the pitcher on the coffee table, and Bobby clutched her glass and took tiny sips of the burning liquid. Jeff and Brad continued discussing art as Bobby felt the fire in her body become centered between her legs.
The bush covering her crotch felt hot and tingling. Whenever she moved slightly on the sofa, she felt strange erotic sensations all over her cunt. Everything felt super-sensitive. The aphrodisiac appeared to be working.
"I don't think I can walk," Bobby said thickly.
Jeff's eyes twinkled. "You won't have to," he said. "We'll carry you if you have to get up."
"In fact it would be our pleasure, Bobby," Brad said. He turned to his partner. "Bobby loves being carried. She's like a little pussycat."
"More like a tiger I'd say," Jeff said.
"An ex-tiger," Brad corrected him.
The fiery liquid slid down Bobby's throat and by now she was so dizzy she loved the taste.
Brad gazed into her eyes and smiled with approval. "Her pupils are dilated. I think it's working."
"What's in here, Brad?" she mumbled.
"It's not harmful," he said. "It will make you feel everything in an exaggerated fashion. It's an island whiskey, but perfectly legal and harmless."
"Feel what?"
"Why, Bobby, when we make love to you, of course."
It was the first time sex had been mentioned. Bobby felt a rush of excitement in her loins. So that was why Jeff was here! They would both make love to her today and that was why they wanted her relaxed.
This was a first for the young wife, but strangely she felt no fear. She felt safe and cherished as long as Brad was near her.
Her cunt began to throb. Her nipples grew stiff and poked obscenely against her sweater. Brad and Jeff drained their glasses and Bobby took a large mouthful. She shuddered as the burning liquid coursed through her bloodstream. She stared into the bottom of her glass.
"All gone," she giggled.
Brad took the glass from her hand and put it down. Jeff reached over and kissed her. She instinctively turned to him. He kissed her softly, his lips pressing hers.
He brought his hand up to her cheek and caressed her. The fact that Brad was sitting so close and watching them made the experience totally sexual for the cheating wife.
She put her hand out and Brad took it. He kissed her fingers one by one as Jeff held her face and darted his tongue into her mouth. She opened her jaws wide and accepted his tongue and slid her own around his. Oh, to be loved by two men! Especially when one of them was the man she loved.
Suddenly someone's hands were on her tits. She knew it was Brad's because she recognized his touch. He squeezed and caressed her tits while his partner kissed her. Bobby began to lose all track of time and place.
She had never been made love to by two men at one time. The prospect of it drove her wild with desire. She opened her eyes and quickly shut them again. It was better not to see, only to feel Jeff's urgent lips on hers.
And Brad! He handled her tits as only he could. He pinched her nipples through her clothes and made goosebumps erupt all over her body. Jeff kissed her hard and she lashed him with her hungry tongue.
The kissing and the fondling were so much better than when she was the aggressor. She was happy when Brad started undressing her. She wanted to be naked. She wanted to be in bed with these two men, holding and being held, kissing and being kissed.
When Brad had her naked from the waist up, he cupped her massive tits and ran his lips over the outside of one of them. Her flesh on fire, she kissed Jeff passionately.
She explored every inch of his mouth. Suddenly his hand was between her legs and the sensations in her pussy erupted.
She moaned out loud as their hands tore at her. The men were at no time rough, but their fingers were insistent and knowing and never faltering.
Whether Brad was squeezing her tits or Jeff was tonguing her mouth, nothing mattered but the feel of them making love to her. And the dripping wetness of her hot cunt.
One of Jeff's hands was wedged between her legs and he was forcing his fingers inside the crotch of her panties. She shifted her ass around in open invitation and in a moment he was feverishly working on her clit.
"Oh, Brad!" she moaned.
"What, Bobby?" he said in a soft voice as he brought his lips to her tits.
"Oh, God, Brad, it's too good!"
Meanwhile Jeff pulled his hand away from her cunt and began stripping the rest of her clothes off. When she was totally naked, he thrust his hand between her legs and fingered her pussy.
Then one of them picked her up and carried her through the apartment to the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed and both men began undressing.
They climbed onto the bed, and once again Jeff began working on her pussy. When he touched her horny cunt, she made a dive for his prick and held on to it desperately.
"Oh, please, fuck me!" she cried.
She was sober enough to know she was begging, but she didn't care. She needed it so badly she was willing to beg. Jeff climbed over her head and let her take his cock into her mouth while Brad continued squeezing and sucking her tits.
She took Jeff's cock all the way into her mouth. He wasn't totally hard so she took the tip into her throat with ease. Meanwhile Brad was between her legs, pressing his hot lips to her cunt.
She dragged her lips away from Jeff's prick. "Fuck me, Brad!" she begged. "Please, fuck me!"
"Patience," Brad said soothingly. "Here's my finger. Catch it with your sweet tight cunt. Don't be in such a hurry. We'll fuck you in due time."
"Oh, yes, you always know best," she said.
He inserted two of his fingers into her cunt, and Bobby sucked Jeff's cock back into her mouth. His balls flopped over her eyes and he began fucking her mouth.
"She's got a lovely mouth," he said to Brad.
"Her cunt is sucking on my fingers. Wait until it sucks on your cock. You won't believe how lovely this girl fucks."
Jeff took her tits in his hands while he fed her his fuckpole. He and Brad faced each other and Brad tilted her ass up and toyed with her asshole.
"I think we'll give her a little pleasure back here," Brad said.
She suctioned Jeff's prick into her throat. She couldn't see Brad because Jeff's body was in the way. But the fact that he was going to fuck her in the asshole made her weak with lust.
Then the men shifted around and rolled her onto her side. Jeff shoved his prick into her mouth while he buried his face against her cunt.
She felt Brad against her back and then she felt his prick against her ass-crack. She lay on her side with Jeff's prick filling her mouth. She felt Brad rub his prick up and down her ass-crease.
She stroked Jeff's prick even as she sucked it. The huge pouch of his balls wedged against her chin. They felt full and heavy and his cock was very hard.
She had difficulty taking it into her throat, but at no time did he force her. He was as gentle and tender and loving as Brad, and between them the men gave her more attention than she'd ever had in her life.
Instead of fucking her asshole, Brad simply teased it with his cockhead. Jeff pulled his prick out of her mouth when he felt a climax approach, and he rolled to the side of the bed and reached for his pants.
He lit a cigarette and watched Brad take Bobby into his arms. "She's a real find," he said.
Bobby climbed on top of Brad and covered his body with hers.
"What does he mean by that?" she said.
"He thinks you're great looking and generally a lovely girl."
"What does he mean by a real find?"
"Nothing," Brad said, kissing the tip of her nose.
"Bad choice of words," Jeff said, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. "Don't pay any attention to me."
"Come here, you," Brad said, rolling over and landing on top of Bobby. "I'm crazy about you. You know that, don't you?"
"I guess so."
Brad moved her onto her belly and once again ran his cock up and down her asscrack. He stroked the soft slopes of her asscheeks and kissed her shoulder and the back of her neck.
He told her to raise up, and he reached around and played with her tits while he dragged his swollen cockhead up and down her lush asscrease.
Jeff finished his cigarette and stretched out in front of Bobby, his cock a few inches from her lips. She wasted no time in taking it into her mouth while she waited for Brad to deliver his prick into her asshole.
She wanted to scream with delight, but at no time did she want to release Jeff's prick. Instead she twisted her hips in response to Brad's dry-humping and she mouth-fucked Jeff deliciously.
She opened her mouth as wide as possible and sucked Jeff's dick into her throat. She pressed her nose against his cock-bush and pushed her chin against his balls.
Holding his cockhead in her throat, she shifted forward when Brad finally shoved his prick into her asshole. Shivers of excitement shot through her and she slid the ring of her lips up and down Jeff's fuckpole.
She bit down on his shaft when Brad buried his prick in her bowels. He held her hips and gently reached underneath to rub her clit while he cornholed her.
Jeff speared his cock in and out of her lips and she wept with joy at the incredible double-fucking. Brad eased over her back and thrust his cock more forcefully into her asshole. She rammed her ass back to meet his thrusts and wiggled her ass wildly.
And then they turned her onto her side and Jeff pulled out of her mouth. With one swift thrust, he stuffed his prick into her cunt while Brad continued ramming into her asshole.
In and out they moved in unison and the overheated housewife wailed with pleasure. Cock into cunt! she chanted to herself. Cock into ass and cock into cunt! Oh, dick me! Dick me! Oh, God, stick it to me!
The booze had done its job. She was no longer dizzy, but her orgasms were more intense and every nerve-ending in her body was aflame.
When she felt she had no more climaxes left in her, they pulled out and changed places. Now Jeff fucked her in the asshole while Brad plunged his cock into her cunt.
Incredibly the men kept on fucking her for what seemed like hours. In the end they came simultaneously, filling her two body cavities with thick jism and finishing off in her wildly sucking mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A week later Bobby used her key to open the door to Brad's apartment. Today Brad wouldn't be here to meet her. Today his son, Teddy, would be there waiting for her, and Bobby's heart pounded when she walked in to find him in the front hallway.
The boy was pale and he stared at Bobby with terrified eyes. "My dad said you'd be here," he croaked.
Brad had told Bobby to dress casually and look as young as possible. She wore tight jeans and a simple blouse. She was braless. She was self-conscious about not wearing a bra, but Brad had suggested it. He told her the teen-aged boy would be nervous and the way to relax him was to turn him on immediately.
Bobby tried to make the boy more comfortable by questioning him about school and current rock stars. She was amazed at how old she felt next to the boy and she wondered what Brad had told him about her.
They sat down in the living room, and Teddy's face darkened as he gazed at her tits. Her tits pressed seductively against her blouse, and Bobby giggled to herself when at one point they threatened to split the blouse's seams.
She chattered aimlessly, beaming at the boy who looked so much like his father. He was dressed as all young kids dress, in an old faded pair of jeans and scruffy shoes and tee-shirt.
She couldn't resist peeking at his crotch since he sat with his legs sprawled out. He flushed when he felt her eyes on him, and he pushed his legs together and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Your father has told me a lot about you," she said.
"Yeah, I guess he probably has," the boy muttered.
Her eyes swept over him. "You look like your father."
"My mom says I look like her."
Bobby flinched. The mention of Brad's wife depressed her.
"You're certainly a good-looking boy," she said. "But your father tells me you're shy."
"Yeah, I guess so." He gazed down at the floor and turned pale.
"Don't be nervous," she said, biting her lower lip and wishing she was anywhere but here. "If you don't want to go on with this, we don't have to."
The boy's eyes widened and he smiled shyly.
"No, I wanna do it," he said. His face darkened again. "If you're still willing, that is."
Bobby giggled uneasily. "I'm looking forward to it," she lied. Now he gazed openly at her tits. "Wow," he said, whistling through his teeth.
Bobby proudly thrust her tits out. "I guess you mean these."
He nodded. "I never saw anything like 'em."
She reached over and patted his thigh.
"You're not bad yourself."
When her fingers grazed his leg, she felt her knees turn to jelly. For a moment she thought it was Brad sitting next to her, the boy's expression so much like his father's.
Bobby took a deep breath and decided to get things moving. "I know you're a virgin," she said.
The boy nodded, blushing furiously. "Yeah."
"Well, there's always a first time for everything," she said, leaning closer to him. "That's why I'm here," she said. "I'm doing it as a favor for your father, but now that I've met you, I really like you, Teddy."
"I... uh... appreciate it," he said.
"Well?" Bobby took a deep breath, sucking air into her lungs. "Shall we begin?"
"I guess so."
She put her arm around his shoulder. "I think we better get into a bedroom. We can be comfortable and get all cozy and everything."
She took his hand and moved it onto her tits. His eyes glittered and a smile played over his lips. "Jesus, you're letting me touch you!"
"Isn't that what it's all about?" she said, running her fingers through his hair. "You've got to touch before you fuck, remember? And we're going to have a lovely fuck, I promise you."
Together they rose up and walked down the hall to the master bedroom. Bobby moved to the bed, but Teddy stood near the door, fidgeting awkwardly.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress. "Come here, Teddy."
He quickly obeyed and she again ran her fingers through his thick straight hair.
"I have a feeling you're going to be a real cocksman," she said. "I just have a feeling He grinned and seemed to relax somewhat. "No kidding?"
"No kidding." Bobby's tension was fast disappearing. She had agreed to break the boy in as a favor to her lover. Now that it was about to happen she found she was looking forward to it.
She took hold of his hands and gently forced him to face her. Leaning over, she planted her lips over his. She moved his arms around her and pressed her tits against his chest. She slipped her tongue into his eager mouth, and he immediately sucked on it.
"You've had plenty of experience with girls," she said. "I can tell by the way you kiss and by how firmly you're holding me."
He nodded, pale and flushed in turn. "Can I feel your tits again?"
"You can do more than that," she said, letting her arms fall limply to her sides. "You can undress me."
"I can?" His eyes brightened and he licked his lips as he moved his shaking fingers to her blouse. She moved her hand to his crotch and lightly stroked him through his jeans while he fumbled with her buttons. When they were open, when her blouse was pushed over her shoulders, he gazed at her and groaned.
"Oh, my God!"
"Touch them, Teddy," she said, still stroking his crotch. "They won't break."
His fingers visibly shaking, he closed one hand over her right tit. Then with a ragged moan, he closed his other hand over her left tit. He clung to her massive hanging tits and squeezed them while Bobby struggled to unzip his fly.
She was turned on by the opportunity to take charge and she knew it. As much as she loved Brad, she sometimes missed being the aggressor in bed. It was true she was still aggressive with Nicky, but that didn't count.
Their sex life was almost non-existent at this point. Most of her fucking was done with Brad. She was totally faithful to him. She felt he was her husband and not Nicky.
Now she managed to unzip the boy's fly and they kissed again. She felt breathless with excitement and she ran a series of hot kisses over his face.
"Do you like them?" she said throatily.
"I never saw anything like 'em."
She wedged her hand inside his jeans and combed her fingernails through his cock-bush. He grunted and held tighter to her tits while she felt for his prick and gripped his balls.
The boy winced when she touched him.
"Your prick is nice and big, honey," Bobby said.
"Ummmmm... thanks."
"And it's so hard too."
She rose up and climbed onto the bed, straddling the boy and yanking his jeans down. "That's better," she said, her tits swinging heavily as she moved her hands over his crotch.
She quickly removed his shorts and tugged them off his feet. When his cock sprang into view, she sat back and smiled approvingly.
"Now, that's a cock," she said. "I've seen a lot of cocks, but Teddy, you don't take a back seat to any of them."
She pumped his barely stiff prick while she squeezed his balls. She exclaimed over how big his cock was and what a wonderful stud she knew he would be.
"Are you gonna keep frigging me like that?" Teddy said, perspiration dripping down his face.
"I will if you want me to."
"I'm afraid I might... you know... " He looked down, obviously embarrassed. "I'm afraid I might... "
"Are you afraid you might come?" Bobby said, her fist beating his meat.
He nodded and she released him. Standing next to the bed, she stripped the rest of her clothes off. She moved slowly and seductively and let him see the sway of her tits and her hairy cunt. When she climbed back onto the bed, she took his hand and moved it to her cuntbush. She knelt before him and pushed his fingers inside her lewdly spread legs. Without a word she made him push a finger into her wide-open cunt.
She was flushed with arousal and gazed down at him with a big smile. She knew she looked beautiful and she knew he'd never seen a body like hers. Still without speaking, she guided his finger to her clit and made him manipulate her little sex organ while she reached for his prick.
"I might come before you do," she said.
"Yeah, but it's okay if you do." His teeth chattered as he tried to control his excitement.
"Keep touching me like that," she said. She was aware that the greatest turn-on for a man was to see a woman become excited.
She massaged his pulsating prick-shaft. He grimaced, and she pinched the tip to keep him from climaxing. He smiled proudly.
"I'm controlling it," he said. "My dad told me not to come too soon."
"Did your dad tell you anything about me?" she said, climbing between his legs.
"No, he just said you know how to treat a guy."
Bobby felt a little hurt. She'd hoped he'd told the boy about his feelings for her. Of course she knew she was being silly. How could he tell his son he loved her? Of course he had to pretend they were just friends.
She leaned over to kiss the teenager's prick. He turned pale, but she felt wonderful. She felt totally in control. It had been so long since she'd felt powerful in bed. And now she would feast on his cock. She knew just how to do it so he wouldn't come. She wanted him totally turned on when they fucked. She wanted his first fuck to happen with a fresh prick, not one that had just shot off in her hand or mouth.
"I can hardly wait to have your cock inside me," she said softly, lapping her moist tongue over his cockhead and deliberately exciting him.
She held his cock in her fist and slowly fluttered her tongue up and down each side of the pole. She swirled her tongue over his bloated cockhead and licked hungrily at his piss-slit.
She was amused at how similar his cock was to Brad's. It wasn't quite as big, but it was the same shape as Brad's, and his cock-cream had the same flavor.
The boy groaned and shut his eyes tight as he still fought to control himself. He needn't have worried. Bobby knew how to make love to a man without bringing him off. Brad had taught her everything there was to know about a man.
She rubbed her moist lower lip back and forth over the piece of loose skin on the underside of his shaft. That was one of a man's most sensitive spots and Teddy groaned loudly. She took his cockhead into her mouth.
At intervals she trailed her tongue from his cockhead to his root and wet down his hairy balls. The taste of his balls reminded her of Brad's. Bittersweet and delicious.
She tugged at the wiry little hairs with her teeth and left them wet with her saliva. At the same time she pushed her tits against his thighs and he clenched his fists tightly.
"I'm getting real hot," she said, holding his balls.
"Yeah, me too," he said.
"I think we'll fuck soon," she said soothingly, feeling the weight of his balls before taking them in her mouth.
"Jesus Christ!" he said.
She took his balls into her mouth in turn and then stuffed his entire ball-bag inside her lips. Then on impulse she slid the ring of her lips all the way down to his cock-root. She knew she was running the risk of bringing him off, but she couldn't resist.
His cockhead was lodged in the back of her throat, and she struggled to breathe as she held it there. Oh, you sweet darling, she thought as she gazed at him. You sweet son of my lover.
He reached for her and she crawled around and lay next to him on her side. She took his hand and moved it between her legs.
"Is this what you're looking for?" she said.
He clawed at her pussy and nodded. She rolled onto her back and he climbed over her and traced her cuntlips and folds with his fingers. She opened herself wide for him and thrust her cunt forward. It was too much for Bobby. She wanted his prick back in her mouth.
She climbed into the sixty-nine position and soon she was taking his cock deep in her throat. He groaned and pushed his lips awkwardly against her pussy.
"Suck my cunt!" she hissed, stroking his balls with her wet fingers and mouth-fucking him.
The boy tongued her cunt and slipped a finger into her cunthole. Bobby held his cockhead in her mouth and drilled a finger into his asshole.
Teddy tried to sit up. "I can't... oh, God, I can't... " He fell back and she clamped her hot thighs around his head.
"Suck me, Teddy," she said.
She finger-fucked his asshole and devoured his cock. She sucked harder when he groaned almost pitifully. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted to give him a blow-job he could tell his grandchildren about. The boys, in any case.
Inevitably it happened. His prick exploded in her mouth and the boy shrieked. He trembled all over and thrust his prick with force into Bobby's throat.
They rolled around the bed and the springs creaked as he climbed on top of her and battered her mouth with his exploding prick.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" he moaned.
His jism seemed to squirt out non-stop and wild explosions shook his body as he fucked her mouth unmercifully. Bobby's pleasure was all-consuming. She came as she swallowed his spunk. She could barely breathe, but she didn't care. His balls popped against her face and even covered her nose. She sucked and licked and reveled in the wild thrusting. Giving Brad's son pleasure was better than most fucks she'd had in her life.
At the end she reluctantly released his cock from her mouth. Teddy flopped over onto his belly and gasped for breath.
Bobby leaned over him and kissed his neck. "When we get you nice and hard again, we'll fuck."
"Don't know if I can!" he panted. Bobby ran her tongue over her jism-stained lips. She took a deep breath and curled up next to him, her tits pressed against his arm.
"You'll be able to," she said. "I promise you."
When he finally turned over and faced her, he blushed. "My dad'll kill me if he finds out," he said, filling his lungs with air.
"He doesn't have to know," Bobby said as he reached for her tits.
"Can I suck your tits?"
"Sure." She leaned closer and he took her tit into his mouth.
She curled her fingers around his cock and fed him more of her mammoth tit. He smiled gratefully and the color returned to his cheeks.
"You mean it when you say you won't tell my dad I popped off?"
"It'll be our secret. Besides, we're not nearly through. We've got the rest of the afternoon. Oh, Teddy, we've only just begun."
"I never had a blow-job like that," he said shyly, suctioning her nipple into his mouth.
"I know," she said, smiling happily. "And that's just the beginning. We'll fuck too, and that's even better than sucking."
He smiled sweetly and climbed onto his knees between her legs.
"Can I suck your cunt again?" he said.
"Of course," she said, tousling his hair. "Just suck my tits a little longer and then you can suck my pussy as long as you want. You darling boy."
CHAPTER EIGHT
He held her tits in his hands and kissed and licked the undersides of them. He sucked her nipples and Bobby's pussy became a furnace. She moved her feet over his back and purred like a kitten.
"I could do this all day," he said.
"It's wonderful, Teddy, but my pussy needs some attention too."
His face turned serious as he spread her thighs and lowered his head between her legs.
"Hey, that tickles," he said, his nose brushing her cunt hair.
Using his thumbs, he pried her cuntlips apart and gazed slack-jawed at her glistening pussyhole. Bobby restrained a giggle. He looked so solemn and boyish. How he would change in the next few years as he became a man!
Moving just his tongue, he licked her hairy outer lips and ran his tongue over the mushy inside folds. His tongue accidentally flicked over her clit and Bobby moaned with pleasure.
When he realized he'd hit a hot spot, he returned his tongue to her clit and left it there. She arched her back and wiggled around, her way of telling him she wanted his tongue in a different place.
He held his hands on the insides of her thighs and tried to keep her from squirming around. He tentatively tasted her pussy-sauce and grinned as he smacked his lips.
"Do you like the taste of me?" she said.
He nodded. "Sure do."
He pursed his lips and pressed them to her open cunt. He moved his hands under her asscheeks and sighed deeply as he rubbed his lips up and down her juicy cunt slit.
Her fuck-lava covered his chin and his whiskers tickled her thighs. He seemed totally relaxed now and Bobby concentrated on her own satisfaction.
She creamed constantly as he licked her cunt and sucked her clit. She shifted her ass around to get more friction on the sensitive area around her asshole.
Quite unexpectedly she came. A flood of cuntjuice gushed out of her hole and drenched the teenager's face. He grinned proudly and stuffed a finger into her pussy.
"Did I make you come?" he said.
"You certainly did," she said, her voice husky with desire. "You're a wonderful lover, Teddy."
"Honest?"
"Wonderful," she repeated.
Her praise drove him to intensify his efforts, and Bobby reached down and stroked his hair. She fantasized about how it would be to have Brad and his son working her over at the same time. She played with her massive tits while the boy sent ripples of hot desire through her cunt. He was still- a little self-conscious and awkward, but he was only a boy. When he reached his father's age, he would be every bit as accomplished a lover, if Bobby was any judge.
Still, as wonderful as it felt to have him making love to her this way, she soon craved more. She wanted his cock in her cunt. In the final analysis there was nothing that took the place of a good fuck.
She yanked his hair to get his attention. His eyes smoldered and his cheeks glistened with pussy-juice. He licked his lips nervously and gazed down at her.
"Are you gonna make me stop?"
"Only for a while," she said.
"Aw, Jesus, can't I suck a little more."
"I thought we'd fuck now."
His face lit up. "Honest? Can we really?"
She lifted her arms and moved her knees back to her tits.
"Come here and get on top of me," she said.
"Jesus, I hope I don't dump my load before we're through," he said. He shifted around and straddled her.
"Don't worry about that," she said. "I know it's your first time. I'll be patient."
"You're terrific, Bobby!" the boy exclaimed.
His cock jutted out and hovered over her pussy. She reached out and grabbed his prick in her fist. The boy grunted and attempted to no maintain his balance while she directed his prick toward her cunt.
After that he seemed to respond by instinct. He lowered himself on top of her and, although his fingers shook, he managed to insert his cock into her cunt.
He watched as his entire prick plunged inside her sucking pussy. Once he was all the way inside her, he met her gaze and smiled weakly.
"Now move it in and out," she said.
She bit her lip as he began pumping. He was bigger than she'd originally thought. His prick filled her cunt snugly and she tightened her legs around his back and drew him more deeply inside her.
"Shit, it feels good!" he muttered.
"Now, try and do it as long as you can," she said, her face a grimace of pleasure.
He slowed down his strokes and she felt the fullness in his balls.
"You're doing wonderfully well for the first time," Bobby said.
His face was flushed and perspired. "Jesus, it's sensational!"
"It gets even better," she said, sliding her hands over his ass and exploring his asscrack. "Kiss my tits, Teddy."
He pressed his mouth against her tits and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He held it between his teeth and sent his prick soaring high inside her cunt.
She constantly shifted her ass around, intent on her own pleasure. She knew that the boy's pleasure depended in large part on how she responded.
As she became more and more aroused, her cunt snapped shut around his cockshaft. He grunted and shut his eyes as he obviously fought to maintain his control.
Bobby's finger pressed against his asshole and when she snaked it inside, the boy quickened his stroking. He slammed into her, and Bobby encouraged him by ramming her cunt up to meet his wild thrusts.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "Don't stop, Teddy! So good! Touch me there! Yes, again! Oh, yes, you're fucking me so damn good! Now, keep it there a minute. Yes, there! Oh, yes, there! There! There!"
She crashed through an orgasm, humping upward almost off the bed as she held tightly to his neck. She clawed at his arms, dragging her fingernails over his flesh with abandon.
The boy made gagging sounds deep in his throat, and Bobby trembled and thrashed around. Her pussy was so turned on that the least pressure made her come again.
The boy became more aggressive. He pushed her hands away from his asshole and slid his hand under her ass. He lifted her up and rammed his prick all the way into the inner tunnel of her cunt.
She glanced down to see his cock as it plunged in and out of her depths. He pumped in and out of her pussy and his energy appeared endless. Then he grimaced and lurched forward and came. His cock pistoned so fast into her cunt Bobby thought he would split her in two.
The feel of his jism triggered another orgasm in Bobby's cunt, and she reveled in the intimacy of their mutual ecstasy.
"Teddy, you were great," she sighed, taking him into her arms and kissing him when they finally lay back resting.
"Honest?" he said, gazing at her with adoration in his eyes.
"I'm going to give your father a good report on you," she said.
"Bobby?" the boy panted.
"What, darling?" she said, filled with affection for the teenager.
"I think I'm in love with you," he said, smiling shyly.
"Oh, Teddy, you don't know how happy that makes me!" she said.
After Teddy left, Bobby dressed and waited for Brad to arrive. He wanted to spend some time with her and he also wanted to hear about his son's performance.
"How did it go?" Brad said anxiously when he arrived.
"I think it went fine," Bobby said, tilting her face up for his kiss.
He pulled her against him and she told him about her experience with his son between kisses. When he broke the kiss, he stroked her cheek.
"I'm so glad," he said.
"Why is it so important to you?" Bobby asked.
"I wanted you and Teddy to get along," he said.
"I'm so confused," she said as they walked back to the bedroom. "You say you love me and then ask me to fuck your son. You involve me in a threesome with your partner and you won't talk about your wife. I just don't know what to expect next." She sighed. "And then there's Nicky."
"Speaking of what to expect next," he said softly.
Bobby whirled around and faced him.
"Fuck me, Brad," she said in a quavering voice. "Fuck me hard and make me forget everything."
Brad gently unbuttoned her blouse. "But you seemed so happy that it went well with Teddy," he said. He rested his hands on her mountainous tits. "What's happened?"
"I am happy, but I'm so confused." She went limp in his arms and he stroked her bare tits.
"I'm going to ask you to do one more thing."
"Don't tell me," she said. "Tell me later after we've made love. Now I just want to be with you." She closed her eyes and collapsed against him.
"Do you know what's happened?" Brad said.
"What?" she said, clinging to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You've become a pussycat," he said.
"Oh, Brad, you're right," she said. "I'm not as aggressive as I used to be, am I?"
He kissed her with an urgency that took her breath away.
"A real pussycat," he said as his kisses became hotter.
His tongue probed her mouth deeply and he drank down her essence. A wave of wild passion surged through her.
"Do you realize your son made love to me barely an hour ago?" she said.
"That knowledge makes you all the more precious to me," he said, guiding her to the bed.
Her proud, massive tits jutted out as he pulled her blouse off her shoulders. They were more sensitive than ever as he touched them, concentrating on her nipples.
"Tell me more about the boy," Brad said. "Did he kiss you here and here and here."
He touched her tits and dragged his fingers down to her crotch.
She nodded. "He kissed me there and here too," she said, motioning toward her tits and cunt.
"You know I love you, don't you?" he said, his fingers tantalizing her tits.
"I think you do," she said.
"About my other request," he said. He tasted the sweetness of her nipples, and she gasped at the feel of his tongue on her sensitive tips.
"I guess you're not going to be satisfied until you tell me what it is," she said.
"It's about Ginger," he said.
Fresh shivers of excitement coursed through her. "Your daughter?"
"Yes, my daughter," he said. Both hands were on her pussy now, under the crotch of her panties and gently caressing her cunt muff.
"What about her?" she said. "You don't want me to break her in too, do you?"
"As a matter of fact I do," he said.
Bobby froze. "Are you serious, Brad?" she said. His face was impassive. "I believe you are. What do you think I am? Do you think I'm so perverted I would ball a young girl?"
He lay next to her and took her into his arms.
"Listen to me," he said. "It's not perverted and it's important to me and to you too, in the long run. Ginger's a shy kid and she's a virgin. She's too shy and nervous to have an affair with a boy. She's really frightened of sex. I think that if a woman, an experienced woman such as yourself, broke her in, she'd go into adulthood without all the hang-ups so many women wind up with."
"But, Brad, you're talking about perversion!"
"Haven't I taught you better than that?" he said sadly.
Bobby suddenly realized she was being tested for something. She had no idea what it was, but she wanted desperately to pass the test.
"What about your wife?"
"I don't want to talk about her," Brad said, tonguing her ear. "There's only us now and the kids. Everyone else is a fantasy."
He pulled her panties down her hips and burrowed his fingers into her cunt.
"You know I can't refuse you anything," she said.
"Nor I you," he replied, his fingers pressed into her cunt slit.
"Oh, Brad, do you know what I dream about?"
"What, my love?"
"I dream that we're married and I'm the mother of your children."
"What an idea," he said, pushing her legs apart and teasing her cunt.
"Why won't you talk about your wife?"
"Damn, Bobby, why can't you shut up?"
His cross words hurt her deeply, but she knew she'd brought them on herself.
"I'll shut up," she said, relishing the feel of his finger penetrating her cunthole and manipulating her clit.
She writhed against him, her pussy hungry for the satisfaction only his cock could give her. He lay on top of her and she trembled as he pressed his cock against her cunt.
"That's my girl," he said. "What about Ginger?" He held his cockhead against her cunthole, but didn't penetrate her. "Shall I arrange it for tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow."
"That's my girl."
Her tits were crushed by his chest. Her breathing was ragged as she lifted up to accept the penetration of his prick. She held her breath until he was inside her, and then she began breathing again. His cock had become her lifeline, her very reason for being.
The feel of his blunt cockhead spearing her insides as usual took her breath away. Her excitement only increased when he pulled out and motioned for her to roll onto her hands and knees.
She loved when he fucked her like a dog in heat. Through various mirrors set at angles toward the bed, she was able to watch him penetrate her from behind.
They rocked back and forth, and she felt dizzy from the rapture of it all. In this position he liked her to play with her clit while he fucked her. He reached up and toyed with her tits as he filled her cunt with his meat.
He fucked her balls-deep, and there was no more conversation as their mutual excitement increased. She felt the contractions of her cunt-muscles grow more forceful as his cock ravaged her. He was in deep, propelling her toward heights she'd only dreamed of as a girl. Now she was living all her fantasies with the man of her dreams. Her pleasure was like molten lava when he came and filled her pussy with his raging cream.
His body jerked spasmodically and he quickly filled her to over-flowing with his fuck-cream. His cock stayed hard for a long time and he made her roll onto her back and he took her again.
"I know you'll be gentle with Ginger," he said.
"Oh, darling, yes, anything you say."
"She's so like you," he said.
"What about her mother?"
Brad seemed to stiffen and shrink inside her. He pulled his now-limp prick out of her pussy and lay back on the bed.
"Just for now, please don't talk about Ginger's mother," he said.
"I'm sorry," Bobby said, cuddling close to him and kissing his ear. "Truly I am, darling."
But in her mind she knew something was going on, and she was determined to find out what it was.
CHAPTER NINE
Bobby expected a shy child. Ginger was a teenager, but she was hardly shy. When she saw Bobby for the first time, she giggled.
"My dad said you had big ones," she said.
"Did he now?" Bobby said, tucking her feet up under her on the sofa. "Have you had lunch?"
The child gazed at her with shining eyes. "I was too excited to eat," she said. "Can I touch them?"
She pointed at Bobby's tits and Bobby blushed. "Don't you want to talk for a while? Sort of get acquainted."
"I can touch them and talk at the same time."
"Okay, come here," Bobby said, extending her arms.
The redheaded teenager rose from her chair and joined Bobby on the sofa.
"Did my dad tell you I was quiet and shy?" she said, sitting closer to Bobby than necessary.
"Yes, he did," Bobby said, overwhelmed by the girl's energy.
"He still thinks I'm a baby," Ginger said. Her face brightened. "But Teddy told me you treated him like a grown-up," she said. "He loves you," she added in a quiet voice.
"Did he tell you about what we did?"
"Yes, and he loved it too." She cocked her head and giggled. "I'm a little nervous, to tell you the truth. I always thought I'd have my first real affair with a boy." She took a deep breath. "But Daddy says a girl should learn with another girl, so here we are."
"Your father is a very unusual man," Bobby said. "Before we start, are there any questions you'd like to ask me?"
"Yeah, how do you kiss a boy so he gets real excited?"
"Well," Bobby smiled. "Let's see now. How do I explain that?" Breathing deeply, she tried to stay serious. "For one thing you should open your mouth a little and let him stick his tongue inside if he wants to."
"His tongue in my mouth! Yuk!"
"It's really very nice when the boy is someone you like."
"You mean like you and my dad?"
"You could say that."
Ginger sighed deeply. "My dad's finally having some luck."
Bobby moved her head, her face close to the girl's. "What do you mean finally having some luck?"
"Well, with my mom leaving and everything, he's had a real rough time."
"Your mom leaving?" Bobby felt herself bristle all over.
Ginger's eyes widened and she clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh, Jesus, I wasn't supposed to say anything about that. Don't tell my father I told you that, please! He'll kill me!"
"Tell me what it's all about," Bobby said quickly. "When did your mother leave?
Where did she go?"
"She left and went to live in a commune," Ginger said, her face pale now. "I forgot I wasn't supposed to say anything." Tears filled the teenager's pale blue eyes. "Her lawyer is working on a divorce. It'll be final soon. And then she's gonna marry an eighteen-year-old who's a member of the commune. Oh, please don't tell my dad I told you! He'll kill me!"
Everything was beginning to make sense to Bobby now.
"I won't say a word," she said. Maybe Brad was testing her to see if she would get along with his children. If his wife had walked out on them, he'd want a mother for them as well as a wife for himself.
No wonder he never wanted to discuss her! Still, it all seemed to crazy. But Brad was an unusual man. He'd told her that again and again. And he'd told her if she wanted a traditional man she should spend more time with Nicky.
Nicky! The thought of her husband made Bobby shiver. She and Nicky had drifted farther apart. She suspected he had another woman and she didn't care. Especially now. Since Brad was about to be available for marriage, she'd have to make a decision about her own marriage to Nicky. Now she turned to Ginger and cupped the girl's chin.
"Don't you worry about a thing," she said, pressing her lips to the teenager's. "I won't tell your father you spilled the beans. It'll be between us girls."
She cut off Ginger's words with a kiss and this time she snaked her tongue between the girl's lips. She sought the warmth of Ginger's tongue and heard the teenager's breathing quicken.
"Boys get all turned on when a girl does this," she said. She broke the kiss and unbuttoned Ginger's blouse.
"Kiss me again, please," Ginger said. "I think I know what you mean, but I'm not sure."
Bobby continued kissing the girl and as she slipped her hand inside Ginger's blouse she realized she was enjoying herself and becoming aroused.
"I've never done this before," she whispered.
"I've never done anything," Ginger giggled.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Bobby said, cupping one of the girl's exquisitely shaped tits.
Ginger shook her head. "Daddy thinks I'm too young to date.
Bobby rubbed the palm of her hand over the teenager's nipples. They stiffened into peaks under her caress. "Your father is a very wise man."
"I'm so glad Daddy met you," Ginger said, her eyes shining.
"So am I," Bobby said, her arousal increasing as she stroked the girl's tits.
Ginger sighed deeply and pursed her lips. "Kiss me again, Bobby. I've got a lot to learn."
"So have I," Bobby said, planting her mouth over the girl's ripe lips.
Ginger stretched out on the sofa, and Bobby hovered over her. She helped the young girl pull her blouse off, and then she lowered her head and took one of her pink nipples into her mouth.
"That feels so funny," Ginger said, her legs jerking abruptly.
"Boys like to do this to girls," Bobby said, swirling her tongue over the teenager's compact tits.
"I'm glad," Ginger giggled. "Because it sure feels good. Except for one thing. I've got a funny ache there." She pointed between her legs. "It's sort of throbby and it feels real wet down there, like it gets when I touch myself there."
Bobby expertly removed the rest of the girl's clothes and moved her hands between her legs. "Do you know what an orgasm is?"
"Yeah, I think that's what happens when I touch myself for a long time and then I feel a sort of explosion all over."
"And doesn't your little pussy feel the same kind of throbbing when you play with yourself? Before the explosion?"
Ginger's face crinkled into a smile. "Yes, it does! You're so smart, Bobby. You know everything."
"You will too, when you're my age," Bobby crooned, caressing the girl's cunt.
Bobby continued tonguing her tits and fingering her cunt, and Ginger gasped every time Bobby touched her in a new intimate place.
"What's it like to fuck?" Ginger said shyly.
"Well, it's sort of like a finger, only bigger," Bobby replied. "When you touch yourself, do you ever stick your finger inside here?" She pointed to the girl's cunt.
Ginger blushed. "Yeah, sometimes."
"And do you push it in and out." Bobby watched the younger girl's cuntlips throb.
"Yeah, is that what it feels like to fuck?"
"Fucking's even better!" Bobby hissed, sitting back on her haunches and pulling her sweater over her head.
While she removed her jeans, Ginger examined her tits. "I wish I had tits like yours. But you're so beautiful all over. Are we going to stay here or get into bed? Does Daddy still keep my mom's picture in the bedroom?"
Bobby realized then that the picture had disappeared from the bedroom weeks before.
"Let's stay here for now," she said, taking the naked girl into her arms and kissing her gently. "Your tits are perfectly lovely and you're going to be even more beautiful than me when you're a grown woman."
Their naked bodies pressed together, and Bobby's huge tits rubbed against Ginger's smaller ones. Bobby moved totally by instinct as she dropped her hands under the teenager's ass and gently squeezed her asscheeks.
Ginger followed the older woman's lead and reached behind Bobby to clutch her ass. Bobby was amazed at how turned on she was becoming. All her life she'd thought lesbian love was perverse, and yet she was indulging in it and enjoying it immensely.
"Were you telling the truth before?" Ginger whispered excitedly.
Bobby thrilled to the feel of the young girl's nipples poking into her own tits. "When?"
"When you said you never did this before?"
"Yes, I was telling the truth," Bobby said. "Cross my heart I've always enjoyed men."
Ginger sighed deeply. "I'm sorry I didn't lose my cherry long ago," she said. Her hands were all over Bobby's ass, dipping into the deep crack separating her asscheeks and touching her asshole.
"But you're so young," Bobby said.
"Daddy says I should wait another year, but I'm glad he found you," Ginger said. "We're going to be good friends, aren't we, Bobby?" The girl looked anxious and Bobby lightly squeezed her ass.
"We're going to be best friends," Bobby said. "Maybe a bed would be a good idea."
Bobby suddenly felt terribly sorry for this girl whose mother had deserted her, and they rose from the sofa and moved to the bedroom.
"Stretch out on your back, honey," Bobby said, pulling the covers down and watching the teenager's body as she climbed onto the bed.
When Ginger was stretched out on her back, Bobby climbed on her knees toward her and pushed her thighs farther apart.
"You're so soft and pretty," she said to the teenager. "So adorable."
She lowered her body to the girl's, and once again their flesh flowed together. Ginger wriggled under her and then their cunts were rubbing together too.
"Do you know anything about anatomy?" Bobby said. "What's that?"
"The way your body works."
"Nope, but I'd sure like to learn." Bobby rolled over onto her side and moved her hand between the girl's legs. "Hold your cuntlips apart, honey."
Ginger did as she was told. She thumbed her outer cunt lips and held them open, revealing her pink slit. "It's ugly, isn't it?"
"Lesson number one," Bobby said. "A cunt is beautiful.
She dipped a finger into the girl's hole and a long shudder raged through Ginger's body. "Oh, Bobby, that feels so good," she said. Bobby churned her finger around inside the girl's cunt and poked it in and out. "Do you know what a clit is?"
"Don't stop doing that," Ginger said, grabbing Bobby's hand and forcing her finger more deeply into her pussy.
"I won't," Bobby assured her. The girl's cunt was clinging deliciously to her finger. One day it would cling to a boy's prick and the boy would go wild with excitement.
"I know what this is," Ginger said, touching her clit.
"I think you know more than you let on."
Ginger giggled as she massaged her clit. "I have to act like a baby. Daddy likes to think I'm still so innocent and I don't want to hurt his feelings so I act shy around him."
The girl lifted her ass from the bed and flushed as she rubbed her clit. Bobby was still frigging her, and the combination of sensations threatened to send her over the brink.
"Jesus, Bobby, I'm really turned on," she said, her face crimson and thighs straining.
"Let it out," Bobby said.
Ginger's eyes closed tightly and her lips hung open as she climaxed. Additional pussy-juice gushed out as she came and drenched Bobby's finger.
"Oooooooh, that was a good come!" she squealed.
Bobby had never seen another woman come, and she was fascinated by the process. And aroused. Almost instinctively she lowered her head between the teenager's legs and swirled her tongue up and down her juiced-up cunt.
"Oh, Bobby!" Ginger sighed. "That feels so nice!"
Bobby was amazed because she didn't have to be persuaded to lick the girl's cunt. She took to it like a duck to water, licking and tonguing and kissing Ginger's succulent young cunt.
As her excitement increased, the moistness between her legs became a flood. She shifted around and stuck her ass out in the air as she forced her tongue-tip into the girl's cunthole.
She worked half of her tongue into Ginger's cunt and rubbed her clit with her upper lip. The girl thrashed her legs around and pulled Bobby's hair. She squeezed her thighs around Bobby's head and wiggled frantically, unable to speak and trembling all over.
When Ginger finally released her head, Bobby moved up alongside the girl and took her into her arms.
"Did you have a nice come, honey?" she said. She felt very maternal, and she was surprised at how much she liked the feeling.
"Is fucking better than that?" Ginger said.
"I've never had a woman suck me, but I think fucking is better."
"I'll suck you," Ginger said, excitement in her voice. She sat up, her tits wobbling as she moved. "Let me do it to you so you know how it feels."
Bobby thought about it for a moment. Was it right to let the girl go down on her? Brad had wanted her to break Ginger in, but had he meant for the teenager to go down on her? Bobby made a quick decision. Brad was a very sophisticated man. He had to know that once they got into bed anything could happen.
"Yes," Bobby said, rolling onto her back and spreading her thighs wide apart. She lewdly rocked her ass back and forth. "Come and get it, honey."
Ginger climbed onto her knees and gazed down with awed eyes at Bobby's cunt. She sniffed around and lowered her head, her long red hair framing her face.
She tentatively licked a tendril of Bobby's cunt-bush. She seemed to be deep in thought, and then she pushed her hair off her face and ran the tip of her rosy tongue up and down Bobby's lust-darkened pussy-folds.
"I like it," she said, almost matter-of-factly, opening her jaws wide and pressing her lips firmly against Bobby's yielding pussy.
Bobby began writhing her hips and pushing herself against the girl's mouth. She raised her head and watched the girl as she dipped her tongue into her cunt.
Her voice sounded husky when she spoke. "Stick your finger inside me and lick my clit," she said, dropping her head back onto the pillow.
Ginger plunged her index finger knuckle-deep into Bobby's cunt. She teased her by barely grazing her clit with the tip of her tongue. Bobby pumped her ass up off the mattress and made a fist with both hands. She clamped her strong thighs around the girl's head and crashed through an orgasm.
It was several minutes before Ginger released her. It was only then that Bobby became aware of her tight grip on the girl's head. Ginger rolled onto her side and wiped Bobby's cuntjuice on the sheet.
"Which did you like better?" the teenager said.
"You mean sucking or being sucked?" Bobby said.
Ginger sat up, clear-eyed and apparently ready for more. "I liked both," she said. "Wanna do it again?"
Bobby giggled and extended her arms toward the girl. Ginger fell against her and they kissed. Bobby inched her hand between the girl's legs and felt the heat of her young body.
"We've only just begun," Bobby said, kissing the girl's lips. "The best is yet to come."
CHAPTER TEN
Two weeks later, Brad admitted he'd been testing her all along. His divorce was final and his ex-wife had given up all custody rights to the children. She was living in a commune with her new guru lover, and Brad wanted to make a new life with Bobby and the children.
Night after night she tried to approach Nicky, but at the last minute she always lost her nerve. And strangely enough he began staying home more and their sex life began to improve.
She tried to tell Brad it would take time, but he was impatient and accused her of not loving him. She became confused. It was true in a way that their love would lose its spark once they married. And as much as she liked Teddy and Ginger, she was young enough to want children of her own. More children didn't fit into Brad's plans.
The weeks went by.
Brad left town and told her when he returned he wanted her answer. She talked to her best friend and spent hours thinking about it. It wasn't until Nicky walked into the house one night that she made her decision.
"Guess what?" he said, pulling his tee-shirt over his head.
"What?"
"I've got the promotion I've been waiting for."
"I didn't know you were waiting for one."
"We've been sort of distant for the past six months," he said. "But all that's gonna change." He stared at her and looked concerned. "What's going on, Bobber?"
"It was an old nickname. She put her arms around him and smiled. "You haven't called me that in years."
He hugged her tightly. "I've been so damn busy I haven't done a lot of things in years."
"Tell me about your promotion."
He hugged her against him. "Later. Come here."
He moved his hands to her ass and squeezed it. Bobby realized then she still loved him. But she loved Brad too. Damn, life was so complicated!
"See my goosebumps?" she said, showing him her arm. "You're getting me all excited." She snuggled her head against his shoulder. "Damn, Nicky, what's happened to us?"
He gently stroked her assflesh. "Nothing. Let's not make a big deal out of it. All marriages go through phases. Ours is no different. We love each other, Bobby, and we've still got a lot of good years. I want kids. Soon. That's why this promotion means so much to me. And even though the sex has been sort of boring, I'm reconciled to it. It bothered me for a while, I'll admit it. But I've given it a lot of thought." His eyes bore into hers. "Listen to me. If we both started over again with new mates, the same thing would happen in six months. Sex can be good, but it can't stay exciting no matter who the people are. Not after marriage. Not after the first year or two."
He patted her ass and she clung to him. "But, Nicky, with us it's always been different. It's sort of a role reversal or something." She bit her lip. Please, God, make him understand!
"That's the way it is, babe," he said. "People don't change so I won't promise you I will. But I know I can trust you and that's important to me. You have to decide what's important to you.
He moved one hand to her tits and lightly rubbed her nipple. His statement about trusting her had taken her aback. Now she wondered if he'd ever cheated on her. He hadn't said anything about that.
"I love you, Nicky," she said in a soft voice.
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. She still loved Brad too, but she and Nicky had so many years invested in each other. And Brad was a little too sophisticated for her. She knew that now.
"What an ass," Nicky said, still stroking her butt.
"I thought my tits were my best feature."
"I've always been partial to your ass," he said. "What are you partial to?"
"Your cock," she giggled. "I can feel it down there and it's making my cunt wet."
"I thought you'd never ask," he said, brushing his lips against hers. "Where do you want my big fat cock?"
"Where do you want to put it?" she said, determined to make him take the initiative.
"Let me undress you," he said and she stood with her arms at her sides while he unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders.
She giggled when he unhooked her bra and watched her melon-like tits burst out of the flimsy cups. He immediately lowered his head and kissed the coral tips.
"I've got an idea, honey," he said. "We'll take turns making love to each other. That way we both get what we want. One time you be the aggressor and the next time I'll be the aggressor."
She he knew after all! She kissed him hard on the lips and knew that no other words were necessary. "Oh, Nicky, I love you!"
He unzipped her skirt and guided it down over her full hips and lush ass. Bobby knew definitely she would stay with him. Brad's lovemaking was exciting and she'd proven to herself that she could be passive. But in the final analysis she liked being aggressive when she fucked. And if Nicky would take turns with her, all their problems would be solved.
She stepped out of her skirt and kicked it aside. Nicky crouched down and slowly drew her panties downward over the velvet-skinned globes of her ass.
He smiled when he gazed at her naked body. "Jesus Christ, you're a dish! I sometimes forget what a sexy woman I married."
"Now, you," she said breathlessly, turning around and unzipping his jeans.
When she'd tugged his jeans down and off his feet, she pulled his shorts down. She took his prick in her hand and caressed his balls. He had a lovely cock. She couldn't help but compare it to Brad's. It wasn't quite as long, but it was thicker.
She wet her lips and held onto his hips while she took his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock-knob and slid her lips halfway down his shaft.
"You're a terrific cocksucker," he said.
Bobby dropped his prick from her lips and gazed up at him.
"Why don't we get some mirrors in here," she said. "That way we can see ourselves when we fuck."
"Whatever you say," he said, pulling her to her feet and guiding her to the bed.
She made a grab for his prick. "More!"
"Let me," he said, pushing her onto her back and climbing over her.
He kissed her hard and his hand groped between her legs. She let her thighs fall open to accept his fingers and he dipped them assertively inside her jelly-lipped cunt.
She moaned softly and writhed her ass on the bed. "Oh, Nicky, that feels so good." She widened her legs. "Put your finger in my pussy, Nicky!"
"It's so damn slippery," he said. "You're such a juicy little bitch."
"Only when you touch me there," she said.
"Bullshit!"
She averted her eyes while he frigged her. He kissed her tits lightly and wiggled his finger inside her cunt. She wondered how she could tell Brad of her decision. She'd write him a letter, that's what she'd do. It would be easier not to have to face him when she told him.
Now Nicky worked a second finger into her pussy. She reached for his cock and squeezed it. It was so hard! He fingered her more vigorously as she pumped him.
"Let's fuck, hon," he said in a less than romantic tone.
Older and wiser now, Bobby nodded happily and lay back. "Fuck me, honey."
He mounted her gracefully. His still-robust dancer's body filled her with excitement. Her cunt gaped open enticingly, and she pulled her knees back and waited for him to penetrate her.
Instead he shifted around and lowered his head to her cunt. He ran his tongue up and down her fluid-drenched cunt slit and she cupped her tits.
"Nicky, honey," she said.
"What, Bobber?"
"I love when you eat me, but right now I'd love to fuck."
He climbed onto his knees and she grabbed his prick. "Okay, today's your day. Next time it'll be my way."
"It's a deal," she said, working his cockhead over her cunt.
She searched for her cunthole and, when she found it, she thrust his cockhead inside. She held her breath for a moment and, when Nicky plunged the rest of his fuckpole inside her, she sighed deeply.
"Ooooooh, honey, you're so hard!" she said.
He wiggled his hips from side to side. "The better to fuck you with, my dear."
He lowered his chest to her tits and began to thrust in and out of her cunt. She fucked back. Wrapping her legs around his back, she met his steady fuck strokes.
"You're in so deep, honey," she said. She raised her ass and held his face in her hands. "Kiss me!"
They kissed, hard and wet, using tongues and teeth and lips.
She slid her hands down his back and played with his ass. She'd almost forgotten how much she loved the look and feel of his body.
Suddenly he left his cock imbedded inside her.
"Shit, it's a partnership, isn't it?" he said. "Oh, Nicky, that's what it's all about, isn't it?"
He raised himself on his arms and gazed down at her. "Let's have a baby."
A shudder rippled through her. "Let's!"
She rammed her ass at his prick, wiggling her hips wildly as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Nicky began fucking her hard, pounding her pussy while he kissed her tits'.
He breathed hard as he moved his hands under her ass and into the deep crack separating her cheeks. Hot jets of jism squirted out of his prick and into her cunt.
When he was through, when his balls were empty, they lay in each other's arms and talked.
"I wonder how long it'll take?" she said.
"You still on the pill?" he said.
"Yes." To herself she thought, thank God! It would have been awful to get pregnant and not know who the father was.
He turned and kissed her neck. "As of now, stop."
"Yes, darling," she said meekly.
He took her hand and moved it to his crotch. The feel of his limp, still-wet cock thrilled her.
"Also starting now, bring my friend up here again," he said.
"Darling, of course I will!" she squealed.
She climbed onto her knees and brought her lips down to his prick. It smelled faintly of cuntjuice and cock-cream. The result of their love.
She hungrily ran her lips over his cock-knob and wet it down with her saliva. "You really like my ass that much?"
"Enough to fuck you there," he smiled.
"I'll get this thing hard again if it kills me!"
She sucked his entire prick into her mouth while Nicky chuckled. "I thought that'd spur you on."
She smacked her lips as she licked him clean and then took his balls into her mouth. Then she sucked his entire prick into her throat.
It was growing stiff, but not quickly enough to suit Bobby. She ran a series of kisses over Nicky's belly and then climbed over him and thrust her tits against his chest.
After a few minutes of french kissing, she felt his cock stir beneath her cunt. She crawled down again and took his prick into her hand.
"I think it's responding," she said.
"You really think of my cock as a thing apart from me, don't you?" he said.
She nodded, slowly sliding the ring of her moist lips to the root of his fuckpole. Then she abruptly spit it out. "I never thought about it that way, but I guess I do."
"I like that," he said, smiling with satisfaction as she took his cockhead back into her mouth. "If you get it hard enough, I'll fuck your ass."
"You already said that." She fell over on top of him. "It's hard enough now!"
He sat up. "Get on your knees, woman, and stick that gorgeous ass up in the air."
Instead she dropped her mouth to his prick and greedily lapped her tongue over his stiff cock. With a groan, he moved forward and pushed her down, snaking his finger into her cunt.
"Get on your hands and knees, woman," he said with mock sternness.
His words, even though said in jest, thrilled her.
"Yes, sir!" she giggled, climbing onto her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
She thrust her ass back and watched Nicky crawl on his knees behind her. He licked his lips lewdly and approached her bare ass. He rubbed his leaking cockhead all over her asscheeks. With one hand on her tits, he brought his hard-on between her asscheeks. Bobby sighed with excitement as he nudged her asshole with the tip of his prick. But instead of pushing it in, he moved it to her cunt and inserted the head of his prick into her pussy.
His thick fuck-stem felt wonderful inside her. Even though she'd been anticipating having his prick in her asshole, her pleasure was even greater for the suspense.
"You're teasing me," she said, delighting in the feel of his balls.
"And you love it," he said.
She closed her eyes and rested her cheek on her arm. When the thickness of his cock penetrated her, she sighed deeply. When he pulled out, leaving only his cockhead inside her, she held her breath again.
"Fuck me, honey," she said.
"That's what I'm doing."
"Fuck me in the asshole!"
"You mean like this." He brutally pulled out of her cunt and thrust his dick into her asshole.
"Yes, like that!" she said as his cockhead popped inside her widely stretched shitter. She moved her hands to her pussy and automatically began masturbating.
"Where'd you learn that?" he rasped.
"I don't know!"
Her asshole closed around his prick-knob and he drove his entire cock shaft into her bowels. She quickly moved her hands away from her pussy. It was a pity. She had her best orgasms that way.
"You can play with yourself," he said, spearing her with short deep jabs of his fuck-stick.
She quickly moved her hands back to her pussy.
"Oh, honey, that feels so good!" She reached back and clutched his balls. "How's that, hon?"
"Good!" he grunted, lunging in and out of her asshole.
She felt crammed with cock, filled with stiff meat. Nicky pulled all the way out and before she had a chance to protest he pushed in again, so brutally that it took her breath away.
"I love it!" she shrieked. She felt as if her asshole was being reamed by a baseball bat.
"Rough enough for you?" he said, plunging his cock in and out of her ass. "You like it rough, and now you've got it."
"I love it!"
He stopped stroking and held her tightly around the waist. "You'll never get pregnant this way."
"Don't stop, Nicky!" she begged. "Finish up in my ass and then you can fuck my cunt!"
He snickered as he inserted his cock back inside her bung. "Not tonight," he said. "I'm not that good."
His prick surged inside her bowels and she screwed her asshole-muscles around it. She wiggled her hips and rubbed her clit. Maybe a year from now she'd have a little baby in her arms. Maybe they'd have a son and then a little girl. And when they grew up, she and Nicky could break them in the way Brad broke in his children. Then, who knows, they might have family orgies.
"Fuck my asshole!" she cried. "We've got a lot of catching up to do!"
