It is a characteristic of our fast-moving society that people suffer from a vague frustration. They feel restless. They change jobs, cities, husbands and wives more now than ever before. They are looking for something. But what that something is eludes them.
Jean Masters, the heroine of this gripping novel about contemporary husbands and wives and their problems, realizes that she's restless.
Her husband travels away from home more often than Jean would like. She has no job, no real hobbies to distract her attention from her boredom. A tired husband means that she does not get to make love as often as she would like. Her tension means that her husband does not perform as well as she would like.
The obvious answer to her anxieties seems to be: Satisfy her lust. Then everything else would fall into place.
To her surprise, the young wife finds that once she embarks on a lascivious career, she becomes more and more rapacious. She becomes increasingly anxious, increasingly eager for the good times.
But booze and men become a problem rather than a salvation.
Though Jean's story is more extreme, more compelling than many, it is not unique. Hers is the tale of displaced people in a confusing age.
The Publishers feel that Jean's story should be of urgent interest to today's enquiring reader.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
At first the young redhead was frightened.
Jean Masters was alone in the house. The low moans of pain coming through the thin walls from the other side of the duplex made her anxious.
Suppose her neighbor Lois were in trouble? Suppose someone were trying to rob her or beat her up? Or worse-to rape her or even kill her?
Jean's first impulse was to reach for the telephone and call the police. But more intuitive doubt made her hesitate.
Lois was a strange woman. A pretty divorcee with money and time on her hands. Lois was always bragging about her latest escapades. Jean decided she had better be sure help was needed before she sent for the police.
Jean climbed up on the bed and pulled down the large framed picture hanging over the headboard. She bit her lip nervously as she braced herself for what had to be done. She regretted the long trips that kept her husband away from home so much. If Harvey were here, he would know exactly what to do.
There was a hole in the wall where the picture had been. It was about the size of a quarter. Jean had made it when she was hanging the picture. The wall was so flimsy, it had crumbled under her hammer. The picture hid the hole nicely. Looking through the hole, Jean was now able to get a clear view into her neighbor's bedroom.
What she saw staggered her. She fell to her knees on the bed, then quickly scrambled to her feet again. Biting her lip and taking a deep lungful of air, she spied on her neighbor.
Lois was kneeling on her bed, naked from the waist down. Her rounded asscheeks waved salaciously in the air as she sucked hungrily on a man's cock.
The man was lying outstretched on the bed. It was several moments before Jean recognized him as Ken, the local TV repairman.
"Mmmmmm," Lois moaned. Her curly brown hair bobbed rhythmically up and down. Her pink Ups were locked lewdly around the swollen girth of Ken's stiff prick.
"Jee-zuz, baby, that's the way! Keep on sucking," the big man encouraged her. His eyes were half closed in ecstasy. His hips rocked gently upward, coaxing his cock farther into the woman's willing mouth.
As Jean watched, Ken raised himself onto his elbows. It was obvious he wanted to get a better look at the goings-on over his turgid prick. For a moment he seemed to look straight at Jean. She held her breath, horrified, expecting him to walk over to the wall and accuse her of being a shameless peeping Tom.
She relaxed when she realized the expectant look on his face was only numb pleasure. The red-head knew at once it had been silly to think he could see her through the tiny hole. It was only her guilt that made her anxious.
The innocent young wife had never before done anything as depraved as watching another couple make love. Dimly she realized the crisis was past. She could rest easy now. No one was hurting Lois. There was nothing to prevent Jean from restoring the picture to its customary place on the wall and going back to the living room and her book.
But something kept her here, standing barefoot on the bed ... ogling the shameless scene with her neighbor and the TV repairman.
That something was lust!
For months now, the redhead had sensed something was missing in her marital love life. Despite her love for her husband, and his for her, she never seemed to feel satisfied.
She always wanted more lovemaking than he was able to give her.
So Joan spent a great deal of her time feeling unhappy and frustrated. She had been gloomily reading a romance novel, knowing she would have to end the evening by giving herself some pleasure with her fingers.
That was the only way she could keep down the simmering fire in her belly.
Now suddenly ... unexpectedly ... she had something far more titillating to do than read a novel about strangers falling in love.
She could watch her pretty neighbor making love....
"Ooooohhghhhh, good-d-d," Lois grunted. Her rhythm over the rigid cockshaft never slowed, never faltered.
Again Jean surveyed the lust-dimmed features of the big man she had only known as a local tradesman. She realized now Ken was quite handsome, in a rugged kind of way. His bristly brush cut, graying slightly around the temples, made him something of an individualist. You didn't see many guys sporting a brush cut nowadays.
His body too was strong and well-muscled. Ken obviously took care of himself. He wasn't content to go to pot just because he was pushing forty and going a little gray.
The redhead felt a hot surge of lust in her belly as she watched his stomach muscles tighten in response to Lois's abandoned sucking.
"Christ, woman! What the fuck are you doing to me!" he exploded. He gritted his teeth as he struggled against the pleasure-pangs assaulting his sensitive cockhead.
For a moment Lois raised her head and looked at the man whose cock she had been licking so diligently.
"I'm sucking your sweet-tasting prick, that's what I'm doing, lover," she told him obscenely. "I love the salty taste of your cock in my mouth. I love feeling it all hard and rubbery between my lips. Mmmmm." She licked her lips. "It's good ... it's so good, Kenny. I want to feel you cum in my mouth. Pretty please?"
She gave him a seductive little grin. Then she bowed her head and again established her lewd cocksucking rhythm over his bulging cock-head.
Jean watched the Lois's tongue dart out and prod the little slit at the tip of his cock. Then it twirled round and round the mushroom-shaped head, making it shine lewdly in the lamplight.
As Lois's mouth closed over the whole hard prick, Jean felt a compelling sympathetic surge of desire. She imagined how wonderful it would feel to have a man's stiff cock forcing her lips apart, making her love his cock with her mouth and tongue.
That was something the redhead had always wanted to try with her husband. But she had been too shy. Waiting for him to take the initiative was no good. He never once mentioned it.
Like a woman hypnotized, Jean watched the purple-headed cock-shaft slide in and out ... in and out of her girl friend's slavishly-working mouth.
Jean could feel her panty-crotch becoming moist with the flowing juices of her excitement. Knowing how wet she was getting only increased her arousal.
Still hypnotized by the spell of the perverted scene before her, she pulled up the hem of her skirt and slipped a hand up along her thighs.
"Uuuuuuhhh," she moaned. Her fingers had made contact with her sensitive pussy-slit. She began to tickle the nub of her clitoris.
"Gawd-d-d-d, feels good," she whispered. Her knees quaked as her body responded to the sensations of her own touch. Her clitoris seemed to leap to erection. It pulsed with sweet anticipation of more of her lewd caresses.
While her eye remained glued to the hole in the wall, her finger inside her panties worked its way round and round the distended nubbin of her clitoris. She licked her lips nervously as her excitement became more and more intense.
Just the thought of the perversity of what she was doing helped titillate the young housewife's erotic drive. Playing with herself while she watched her friend suck a man's cock seemed incredibly depraved.
Feeling the intenseness of her own depravity made her clitoris pulse hotly.
"Ooooohhh, wow!" she moaned softly. One finger had reached inside her panties and was prodding the wet hole of her cunt, teasing the entrance.
"Mmmmmm." The finger began to worm its way up inside. It massaged her sensitized nerve-endings lewdly, making her pussy flare open in need.
"Shit, woman! You've got to be the world's best cocksucker!" Ken grunted.
While Jean watched mesmerized, parting her lips, Ken maneuvered himself around on the bed. He didn't stop until he was lying directly under Lois's kneeling form, his face under her twat, her blouse brushing his belly.
Though the brunette's cocksucking rhythm had been interrupted for a moment, she went back to work as soon as Ken had stopped moving.
"Mmmmm, Ken honey, let me suck your prick some more," she groaned. Then her lips closed wetly once more around his rigid shaft.
"Ooooohhh yeah, baby," he encouraged her. "That's the stuff. Now I want to get me a taste of this sweet little pussy of yours. Come on, baby ... lower that muff onto me. Yeahhhhh!"
Jean's fingers froze in mid-stroke as she watched the man's tongue extend and lap at the little nub of Lois's clitoris. Once she got over the first shock of seeing a man eat a woman, her fingers moved faster than ever.
"Wow, that must feel good," she whispered. "Oh God, how I'd love to feel Harvey's mouth on my pussy."
Just as her husband had never asked Jean to suck his cock, Harvey had never eaten her pussy either. Jean had only her imagination to tell her how such a thing must feel.
She imagined she would like it a lot.
A finger felt exciting enough on the sensitive tip of her clitoris. How much more exciting it must be to feel a soft wet mouth there!
Lois's response seemed to bear out Jean's imaginings.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" the brunette wailed. Her mouth for the moment deserted the saliva-wet girth of Ken's prick. "Oh shit, Kenny darling, do it for me. Suck my pussy. Uuuuhhh, it feels nice ... soooo nice."
Instinctively the young divorcee ground her cunt down against the big man's face. Her action forced his tongue to penetrate far into the moist folds of her pussy.
Lois returned her mouth to Ken's cock and worked her head furiously up and down. Her ass wriggled toward the man's head. Her body was a convulsive mass of sexual response. Low fervent groans and growls escaped her throat as she sucked his cock.
Jean's excitement grew. She had pushed her panties down around her thighs now. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, held there by one hand while the other worked frantically in her pussy-slit.
"Mmmmmm, yesssss," the redhead moaned. Her loins jerked forward to meet the manipulations of her fingers. One finger massaged the erect tip of her clitoris while another wriggled around inside her pussy. She could feel the juices gushing from her cunt as she worked.
"Oooooohh, wowwwwww!" Jean had to struggle to keep her moans down to a whisper. She didn't want to alarm the couple on the other side of the wall, especially now that she could feel her orgasm so near.
She needed this orgasm. She needed it bad.
Time seemed to stand still for the innocent young wife as she worked furiously to quell the heated longing in her pussy.
Her eye remained fixed to the hole in the wall. She couldn't get over the incredible lewdness of the scene on her neighbor's bed.
Ken and Lois were writhing and squirming like two primitive beasts of the forest. Their heads were obscenely buried in each other's loins. As they writhed, Ken fumbled with Lois's blouse, taking it off. Then he began to play with the ripe globes of her tits. He pinched her nipples harshly, making her moan with lust.
The kneeling woman was becoming weak with excitement. Her knees shook as she forced her cunt against the man's face. Still her mouth made wet fervent love to his cock.
"Oh God! Yesssss, Kenny! Pinch my titties," she moaned. "Shit, I'm getting so high, baby! Soooo high!"
"Christ, woman!" the repairman grunted. "You've got the sweetest-tasting little cunt. Hot damn!"
It was apparent to the watching redhead that the couple was as aroused as she was. It wouldn't be long now before all hell would break loose.
Frantically Jean maneuvered her slick fingers around inside the wet lips of her cunt. Her clitoris felt as hard as a rock. Her cunt-hole oozed with the juices of her excitement.
"Uuhh, wowwww'" she whispered. "Aaaaahhhh, jee-zuz!"
All of a sudden it was happening.
She quivered with the hot torrential shock of release as pleasure washed over her in long rippling waves.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Jean moaned.
It was all Jean could do to stay on her feet, but she wanted to watch the others climax too. Leaning heavily against the wall, grinding her cunt against her hand, she watched and waited.
The wait wasn't long.
Even before the last waves of pleasure had flowed through Jean's loins, Lois began to writhe out her release.
"Oh God! Oh Jee-zuz!" she wailed. "Christ, my pussy's on fire, Kenny! Suck it! Suck it! Shit, I'm cummmmmming-g-g!"
"Fuck woman! Keep that mouth of yours on my prick! Jeez, me too! I'm right with you, baby. Here I cummmm!"
Their loins jerked wildly against each other's faces. Even as their orgasms washed over them they continued to lick and suck on each other's genitals. Lois's brown curls continued to bob over Ken's cock until she had swallowed the last drop of his thick sperm. Then she collapsed onto him, exhausted ... satisfied....
Her ass continued to squirm down against his face.
Now that she had enjoyed the thrill of watching the others cum, Jean slid down onto her own bed.
Pleasure was beginning to give way to shame now. All of a sudden she felt very self-conscious about the perversity of her behavior. She wanted to forget she had ever acted so lustfully.
Still weak from her orgasm, she staggered to her feet and rehung the picture. Then she slipped back down onto the bed and pulled the covers over her.
Agonizingly aware now of the telltale evidence of her panties binding her thighs, she reached down and pulled them up. Then she smoothed her skirt down over her legs under the covers.
She tried to blank her mind to what had just happened. It was difficult. Her cunt was still pulsing with the hot excitement of her release.
The confused housewife pulled the blankets up over her head and curled herself into a ball. She hoped sleep might come to carry her away from her guilt.
"Damn Harvey," she murmured in exasperation. "If he would just take care of me, I wouldn't have to do awful things like...."
But she couldn't say "playing with myself'. Not even with no one else to hear.
She was too ashamed.
CHAPTER TWO
Jean was cheerful.
Harvey was due home at six o'clock. She had planned a surprise for him.
After several days spent wrestling with guilt and despair, Jean had decided to do something positive about the frustrating state of her sex life. She decided it had been too easy to blame Harvey for not satisfying her. Perhaps she should put out a little extra effort to rekindle that old spark of desire.
After all, she and Harvey had been married close to four years now. That was plenty long enough for boredom to begin to set in. What their marriage needed was romance. She couldn't even remember how long it had been since they had sat making long sexy looks at each other over a glass of wine.
Well, tonight would be the start of a new chapter in their love life.
Jean had made elaborate preparations.
The table was set with her best silver, complete with candelabra. She had prepared his favorite meal-stuffed veal with fettuccini. She had asked the man in the liquor store to help her choose a good Italian wine-and she had bought two bottles.
Just to be sure.
The pretty redhead had even splurged the money she had been saving for next summer's vacation. She had gone to Saks and bought herself a flowing low-cut black evening gown that did little to conceal her swelling cleavage and rounded hips. In the mirror, she admired the way her long hair-now curled and piled up on top of her head-flattered her wide green eyes and aquiline nose.
"Wow, maybe I should have been a model," she told herself. Then she giggled as she shook her shoulders wantonly and watched her tits bobble inside her dress.
"You're a knockout, baby. Harvey will never be able to resist you." She pouted her lips and practiced her provocative look. "Not bad."
She felt a little glow of excitement between her thighs. She was being totally wanton, she knew, scheming to seduce her own husband. But there was nothing wrong with that. She was free to enjoy every minute of it.
The housewife squeezed her thighs together and enjoyed the way her pussy-lips rubbed against each other. She wore no underwear. Her nakedness under her dress made her feel more wicked and sensuous.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway forced her into action. She turned off the lights and lit the candles. Then she made one last check in the mirror before going to the door to greet her travel-weary husband.
"Harvey, darling, I'm so glad to see you," she told him as he trudged through the door, valise in hand. "Did you have a good trip?"
Before he could answer, she reached up and caressed his cheeks. Then she kissed him long and hard. Realizing she was getting little response, she pulled back and looked at him.
"Something the matter, darling?" she asked. Her eyes showed disappointment. She would have appreciated a more enthusiastic greeting after almost a week of separation.
"What the hell are you got up for?" he asked her roughly.
Jean could read his weariness in the lines in his face.
"Don't tell me you got us committed to a goddamned party tonight! I'll tell you right now I'm not going anywhere ... except to bed ... as fast as my aching feet can carry me."
Jean was offended by. her husband's, gruff manner and tone of voice. But, determined to pursue her plan, she masked her disappointment with a grin. She looked tenderly at her husband. It wasn't hard to feel sorry for him. Sales was a tough business, and she knew Harvey always put his heart and soul into his work.
"Don't worry, darling. We're not going anywhere." She looked shyly at him. "I just wanted to look pretty for you. And I made your favorite dish for dinner tonight."
The roughness in the man's manner melted. He put his hands on her shoulders and held her back from him, surveying her critically.
"You're even prettier than you were the day I married you." Then he pulled her close and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. "Thanks for going to all the trouble, honey. I appreciate it, really I do. I'm just a little tired, that's all."
Jean was grateful for the tender words and touch. "I know, darling. Why don't you just make yourself comfortable, and I'll bring you a dinner fit for a king?"
"Do you mind if I have a shower first, baby? I've been pounding the pavement in the city all day, and I feel like the dust is an inch thick on my bones."
"Of course, darling. Go ahead."
Jean waited anxiously for Harvey to return from the bathroom. Things had started out shakily, but she was confident now that her plan would work. The wine and good food would mellow Harvey. And surely, after almost a week, he would be needing her as much as she needed him.
She was a bit disappointed when her husband came into the dining room in his old bathrobe and floppy slippers.
Oh well, what's the difference? He's just that much closer to being naked already.
Little was said during the meal. Harvey ate ravenously, explaining that hotel food was getting worse every year.
While Jean was flattered at the compliment to her cooking, she was disappointed at how little attention she was getting. The new dress and hairdo seemed to be having little effect. Harvey was acting just like always, stuffing his face with the same single-minded attention that a dog would give to his bowl of Alpo.
The young wife kept the wine flowing, breaking out the second bottle before they had got to the dessert. She realized she was drinking far more than she normally did. But her nervousness and her horniness drove her to seek false courage.
Besides giving her courage, the alcohol had another effect.
It was making her very horny.
She became acutely aware of the tingling in her pussy. She moved her ass slightly against the leather chair. The action massaged her tender cunt-lips into palpitating arousal.
When Harvey had finally swallowed the last morsel of his lemon cheesecake,. Jean got up and walked around the table. She was staggering slightly. Her intention was to clear away his dishes.
Somehow, though, she seemed to trip on the carpet. She landed squarely in her husband's lap. The brisk movement knocked his robe away from his knees. She could feel his flaccid cock pushing against her ass-cheeks through her thin dress.
She wiggled her ass provocatively, in hungry anticipation of feeling her cunt stuffed with his hard pulsing cock.
"Jeez, Jean," Harvey murmured thickly. It was obvious the alcohol had had its effect on him too. "I just finished eating, for Chrissakes. Aren't you even going to give me a chance to digest my food?"
"Oh, Harvey darling," she moaned. She threw her arms around his neck. She planted quick ardent kisses over his eyes, his cheeks, his earlobes. "I've missed you so bad, darling. I dreamed about you every single night."
She was feeling totally wanton now. She was aware of her barely-covered tits hovering just inches from her husband's face. She pulled his head a bit closer to give him the full effect of her round, full titties. Her upswept hairdo was becoming disheveled. She shook her head to free her line of vision of lopsided dangling curls.
"Jean, baby, how about getting up for a minute?" Harvey suggested drunkenly. "You're squashing my stomach, honey."
Jean didn't miss the fact that he was staring at her tits and the tantalizing furrow between them.
"You like my tits, honey?" she asked him. She pulled his head closer. Then, feeling her cunt pulse toith lust, she pulled her shoulder straps down and let her tits pop into view.
She offered her tit to his mouth, tugging on his hair and cooing lasciviously.
"Suck my tittie, baby! Please ... make me feel good, darling! I missed you so bad."
Obediently Harvey opened his mouth and began to suck her little pink nipple like a babe in arms. In his drunkenness, he was more careless than usual. From time to time his teeth scraped the tender areola.
To her surprise, Jean found the slight pain titillating.
"Ooooooohhh, ni-i-i-ce. Feels good, darling! Do it some more like that ... please ... for Jeannie, baby!" She gripped his hair and held his head close to her tit, scarcely letting him come up for breath.
Her pussy was flaring with desire in response to the tingling, darting sensations springing from her tit. She was sure her cunt-juices must have soaked right through her gown by now.
To her delight, Jean realized her husband was getting right into the spirit of the seduction now. He had grabbed her other tit and was pulling and pinching at the nipple while he sucked on the other.
The intoxicated redhead could feel his prick swelling under her ass. She wriggled against it, encouraging his cock to grow hard and thick and ready for her.
"Oh God, I've been dreaming about this all week, Harvey," she moaned. "I've been wanting you so bad, lover! Ooooohhhh, I love the feel of your sweet cock getting all hard for me! I want it up in my pussy, Harvey! Will you do it for me, baby? Please?"
Jean was dimly aware that she had never before used such abandoned language in her lovemaking. She knew she sounded like a wanton woman, and the knowledge turned her on even more.
She wanted to be sexy for Harvey. She wanted them to be good for each other. To make each other feel good. Incredibly good.
She had high hopes for this evening. She was confident that everything would be different from now on.
Harvey was amazed by his innocent wife's behavior. She had always been a passionate woman, but always rather shyly so. Now she was letting him know in no uncertain terms what her needs were. What she expected of him.
It made the big salesman a little nervous. Yet at the same time, it turned him on. He could feel his prick getting longer and harder. The idea of sinking his swollen organ into her wet squishy cunt drove him wilder by the second.
"Oh God, Harvey," Jean wailed. "Shit, it's feeling so good, lover!"
Unconsciously the young redhead was imitating the wantonness she had seen her neighbor Lois demonstrate the other night. She had been impressed by the older woman's freedom to say what she wanted from a man and get it.
"Jeez, my tits feel so sensitive, lover! Mmmm, goood! Oh Harvey, Harvey, my cunt's all wet and ready for you, baby! Fuck me, Harvey! Please fuck me!
It was more than the big man could resist. Despite his fatigue, despite having just enjoyed a big meal ... he couldn't stop himself from accepting his wife's wanton invitation to stuff his aching cock into her swollen pussy.
He rose a little shakily from his chair and picked up his wife. He carried her into the living room and dropped her onto the couch. She kicked and screamed and giggled all the way, putting up mock resistance when he bent down and pulled off her disheveled evening dress.
He pulled off his own robe while he gazed lustfully down at her smooth nakedness. Her tits were heaving with excitement. Her little pink nipples stood up from their center, firm and proud, swollen with his caresses. Her waist was trim and narrow.
It excited him the way her hair was in disarray, falling in loose curls around her face. The look in her eyes was pure lust. The only place he'd seen that look before was in the face of fifty-dollar whores.
Though it confused him slightly, the idea of seeing his wife acting like a whore excited Harvey intensely.
All he knew was that he had to have her. And right now.
Jean stared lustfully at the rigid pole of her husband's cock protruding from his slim loins. Already she could feel its stiff hardness invading her greedy pussy. She felt her cunt-walls clench convulsively in anticipation of the first impalement.
"Oh Harvey! Harvey baby! I need you so bad," she groaned. She wriggled her hips suggestively, inviting him to fall on her and fuck her.
Harvey accepted the invitation eagerly.
As his prick pulsed in lusty enthusiasm, he bent forward and spread her legs. He gazed for a moment at the wet glistening slit of her pussy. Then he fell between her legs and guided his cock-head to her ready hole.
"Aaaaggghhh," Jean moaned as she felt the pressure of his cock-tip on her cunt. She began to wriggle her hips upward, encouraging him to fuck into her deeper, faster....
"Ohhhh, jee-zuz, jee-zuz!! Ahh, fuck, it's so good, Harvey! Shit, your cock feels so good in me, lover!"
Never in her life had Jean felt so abandoned, so thoroughly absorbed by lust. She had determined to let herself go ... to let Harvey see her as she really was. She wanted to be a thoroughly sexual person with him.
Maybe that would reawaken his interest in her. So he would want to fuck her as much and as often as she wanted to fuck him.
"Do it to me, Harvey! Uuuuuhh, yeah! Deeper, baby, deeper!"
She arched up off the couch as she tried to concentrate on every titillating stroke of his filling prick.
"Christ, baby, yeah! It's good!" Harvey grunted. Eyes closed, buttocks clenched, he thrust his aching prick again and again into her wet cunt. Her pussy was incredibly wet. The very thought that her hunger for him had driven her to this intensity of passion increased his lust.
Heedless of everything but the dull throb in his prick, the drunk husband fucked his wife with all the abandoned enthusiasm of first passion.
"Uuuuuhhh ... jee-zuz-z-z ... Harvey, it's beautiful, baby! Ohhhh, yesssss!" Jean breathed in heaving gasps. The force of Harvey's thrusts made her voice quiver.
The aroused redhead could feel the threads of lust spreading through her belly, tantalizing her ... drawing her upward ... upward....
She was smiling seductively, eyes closed. Already she was anticipating the sweet climax that would momentarily free her loins of their agonizing ache.
"Oh God-d-d-d, Jeanie honey, it's such a sweet pussy. So sweet. Yeahhhh ... jee-zuz, ah shit-t-t, fuck baby! Look out-here it cums! I'm cummmmming-g-g!"
His words incited her.
While her belly cried out for more of his intense fucking rhythm ... while her whole being ached for just a few minutes more, for release, for sweet release ... she felt her husband's pelvis grind against hers. She felt his sperm fill her cunt, and took no joy in it.
She wanted to be filled up, but only when her belly had exploded in the tantalizing fires of climax.
Fiercely she struggled to keep her mouth shut. She didn't want to let Harvey know how disappointed she was.
One good thing had happened. Her husband had reacted to her with the unbridled passion of a newlywed. If she could keep up that level of excitement, her turn was bound to come.
In the meantime ... well, as soon as her husband was asleep, she would have to creep into the bathroom and make herself cum with her fingers. Her clitoris was too hard, her cunt too hot ... for her to sleep without some kind of satisfaction.
The redhead didn't have to worry about offending her husband. He was snoring peacefully. A lazy smile creased his features as he snoozed atop his wife's naked, sweat-streaked belly.
"Oh, Harvey, Harvey," she murmured glumly. Pinned beneath his big frame, she began to daydream.
In her mind's eye, she saw a well-muscled man kneeling between her thighs, eating her cunt. His tongue was driving her wild with excitement. His cock was hard and ready for her. One way or another, she was sure she was going to get her orgasm. And it would be something to remember.
She couldn't see the man's face. But in defiance of current fashion, he sported a brush cut.
CHAPTER THREE
Four days later, Jean was seeing her husband off on another selling trip.
Things had changed in the Masters household. But not the way Jean had hoped.
Husband and wife had been stiff with one another ever since the night Jean had tried to seduce Harvey.
Once sober, Harvey had felt a little uncomfortable with his memories of Jean acting like a common whore. He felt guilty, too, that he had treated her like one, fucking her furiously and heedlessly until he had gotten his rocks off. It was no way to treat a wife.
Not knowing how to tell his wife what he was feeling, he kept silent. His silence told Jean that he didn't approve of her.
So once again she felt guilty. This time-about being sexy with her own husband. Obviously Harvey didn't know how to handle it.
They didn't fuck for the rest of his time at home.
With her husband gone on his rounds once again ... with her cunt still aching for satisfaction ... Jean felt restless and reckless during the first night of Harvey's absence.
She built herself a Manhattan and drank it while she watched TV. By the time she was halfway through her second drink, she decided the picture on the TV screen looked fuzzy.
Without giving it a second thought, she pulled out her list of telephone numbers and dialed the number of Ken, the TV repairman.
"Hello?" a deep male voice answered.
"Hello...?" For a moment Jean felt hesitant, embarrassed. She had not admitted to herself why she was calling Ken. But still she felt nervous about talking to a man when she was alone and slightly drunk.
"Yeah, lady?" the male voice insisted. "Can I help you?"
Jean bit her lower lip, then took a deep breath. "Is this Ken?"
"Right you are, lady."
"This is Mrs. Masters on Taupin Drive. There seems to be something wrong with my picture tube. I was wondering if you could come and look at it tonight. There's an awfully good late movie on at eleven, and-"
"Mrs. Masters? Yes, you're right next door to Lois Kent, aren't you, ma'am?"
"Yes...." For a blazing instant, Jean was reminded of her shameful voyeurism of more than a week ago. She had seen this man naked! She had seen him fucking her next-door neighbor!
Jean was glad the man wasn't there to see her blush.
"Sure, Mrs. Masters, I'd be happy to oblige you, ma'am."
To Jean, his voice sounded more intimate than what was appropriate in a business call. Despite herself, she felt a sharp surge of passion surge between her thighs.
"Thank ... thank you," she stammered. "I'll see you soon then."
"Roger," he said, then hung up.
Jean paced the floor nervously as she waited for the serviceman's arrival. She swallowed her drink in generous gulps, tipping the glass far back to be sure it was empty.
She paused in front of the mirror in the hallway to examine herself. She wore a baby-blue, floor-length hostess gown with a modest neckline. Only the tiniest bit of cleavage peeked out over the material. The gown hugged her waist tightly and accentuated the generous swell of her hips beneath. Her thick lustrous red hair fell in soft waves to the tips of her perky nipples that strained against the material of her gown.
She became so engrossed in her own image that she started with fright when she heard a sharp rap at the door. She smoothed her hair nervously and ran to the door.
Ken Lewis stood smiling at her. He held a toolbox in one hand. A baseball cap hid his brush cut from view.
"Evening, Mrs. Masters, ma'am," he said, then stepped confidently past her into the hallway. "This TV the one with the problem?"
Now that the man was actually in her house, Jean felt extremely nervous. She stood behind him, watching his jacket stretch across his broad shoulders as he knelt before the set and turned it on.
"Yes ... that's the only one we have actually," she said. She watched the picture flash on the screen. It surprised her that the picture actually looked quite good ... much better than it had when she had decided to call Ken.
Immediately she felt embarrassed.
Would he think she had used the TV as an excuse to get him over here? While her husband was away?
Jean was horrified by the idea. Feeling she needed the support of another drink, she headed for the kitchen. Politeness demanded she offer Ken a drink.
"Why sure, ma'am," he said. "I'd love a strong nip. It's been a long hard day." His eyes twinkled as he looked at her.
She felt offended-then immediately gratified that he seemed to approve of the way she looked. It felt good to have a man look at her like she really mattered. It made her feel ... alive.
She was already taking a sip of her drink when she handed Ken his.
He stood up and looked her in the eye as he accepted the manhattan.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said. In two mouthfuls, the drink was gone.
"My goodness," Jean stammered. "You sure made short work of that. Er ... would you like another?"
She wasn't sure whether it was safe to give him another drink. A Manhattan was a strong drink, and there was no telling how Ken might behave with a couple of them under his belt. Politeness forced her though to make the offer.
He accepted. She was back in a matter of moments with a second glassful.
He drank this one more slowly.
"I sure needed that first one, ma'am. I was awfully thirsty. You mix a good cocktail."
Unnerved by the man's clear blue eyes staring at her, Jean walked shakily to the couch and sat down. She sipped greedily at her drink.
With a casual air, Ken sat down his drink and took off his jacket and cap. He threw them on a chair and sat down next to Jean on the couch, glass in hand.
"Uuuuhh ... mmmmm," she stammered. It was difficult for the drunken redhead to think straight with the virile TV repairman sitting so close. "Uh ... what's wrong with the TV? Something wrong with the picture tube?"
He smiled at her. "Not a thing wrong with that TV, ma'am. It's fit as a fiddle."
Jean felt herself blush. Now he'd think for sure she had brought him over here for some other reason.
"But ... I don't understand...." she began. "The picture looked terrible a while ago. Honest...."
His grin never left his face. "I'm sure it was terrible, Mrs. Masters. Must have been some kind of interference. A plane going over or something." Again he looked her straight in the eye. "Then again," he said, "you must have wanted me over here pretty bad. Maybe you saw what you wanted to see."
"What ...?" Jean's jaw dropped in amazement. She had been thinking he might believe something like that. But to hear him come out and say it so directly left her speechless for a moment. Then at last her amazement fired her anger.
"How dare you?" she cried. "Of all the ... all the gall!" Her words sounded slightly slurred and that angered her more. She didn't want him to have any doubt about the extent of her wrath. He couldn't get away with that kind of talk!
"That makes us a match, I guess, baby...."
"Who do you think you're calling 'baby'?" she demanded.
"... it takes a lot of gall to spy on other people making love too," he continued, as though he hadn't noticed her remark. He grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Don't think I didn't see that eyeball of yours busting out of its socket when Lois and I were fucking and sucking the other night!"
Her anger forgotten, Jean's emotions gave way to shock and then humiliation.
"You mean ... you saw me?" she asked in a voice that was scarcely above a whisper. Her mind flashed back to the instant when she had thought she saw Ken looking at her from the bed. She had decided he couldn't possibly have seen anything. Obviously she had been wrong.
"Oh my God!" she wailed. And she buried her face in her hands. She was too shamed for tears, but her humiliation demanded that she hide her face from view. "I didn't mean it ... honestly," she mumbled. "I heard Lois ... making noises ... and I thought someone might be hurting her. I decided to look through the hole to make sure she was all right."
"Sure, I understand, baby," he told her soothingly. He had moved closer to her on the couch. One arm snaked around her shaking shoulders. "It just so happens that I got mighty good eyes. Being a soldier in the jungles teaches you to pay attention to every little thing that moves. You had to do it if you were going to stay alive over there. Now, it's just habit."
"But ... how did you know it was me?"
"Only two of you living over here, and Lois told me your old man was out of town. Simple. I had a feeling I might be hearing from you. The way I remembered you from my last service call over here, ma'am, I thought you might be a lady who'd appreciate a big cock and a talent for using it."
Jean shuddered. He was talking to her as though she were nothing but a common slut.
God, he knew her secret! He knew that she was the kind of depraved, sex-starved person who liked to watch other people fucking and sucking. God, what if he told anyone? She'd never be able to hold her head up again! She'd have to leave town!
She turned and looked him in the eyes. "Please! Please don't tell anyone!" she pleaded. "I'll ... I'll do anything to keep it a secret. Just don't tell...." The inebriated redhead felt a tingle of lust in her twat. She was offering him anything she had in return for his silence. Perhaps he would choose to take advantage of her. To ravish her right here in her own living room!
Fear and anticipation struggled for predominance in her drink-addled brain. She could feel her panties becoming moist. She felt ashamed that her degrading predicament should excite her. But at the same time she was incredibly stimulated. Whether she wanted to or not, she had no choice now but to give in to him.
To let him fuck her until he'd sated his lust in the wet hole of her cunt!
Scarcely aware of what she was doing, her legs parted slightly in open invitation to the man sitting next to her.
Ken sensed the drunken redhead's excitement. Rather than taking advantage of her responsiveness at once, he decided to tease her.
He wanted to hear her beg for it.
He pulled her long gown up over her smooth shapely legs. He smiled as she raised her ass up off the couch to let him slip the garment all the way up past her buttocks. He pulled it off her shoulders and threw it onto the carpet behind the sofa.
She was sitting naked now but for the flimsy wisp of her white panties. Her full white tits heaved with her excitement. Her face was flushed, almost matching the shade of her flowing long hair. Her green eyes remained downcast. Though she was obviously ashamed to look at him, she was just as obviously aroused. Her eyes glistened with lust.
Ken sat beside her, watching her. It took all his willpower, but he forced himself not to touch her. Minutes passed. She was obviously confused. She began to cast furtive glances at him.
"What ... what are you doing to me?" she groaned at last. "What are you waiting for? You've decided what you want to do to me, haven't you?" After three manhattans, her voice was thick and slurred.
His pulsing cock ached for her inside his pants, but he decided to wait her out.
"Listen, Mrs. Masters, ma'am," he said, "I don't want to do anything to you that you don't want me to do, ma'am. I'm not that kind of guy. Just ask any of the ladies on my rounds. I'm a real gentleman unless the lady lets me know she's ready for some good hard fucking."
His words shocked and stimulated the aroused housewife. It thrilled her to be nearly naked on her own couch, sitting next to a rugged man who was practically a stranger. She felt disappointed that Ken was not going to take the responsibility for her actions out of her hands. But at the same time, his manliness excited her. He was a man who knew exactly what he wanted ... and got it.
"Ooooohhhh," she groaned. She closed her eyes as she wriggled her ass-cheeks against the couch cushion. Her pussy was hot and ready. The agony of waiting was excruciating. "Ooooohhhh, I don't know what you want from me."
"The important thing is what you want from me, ma'am," he told her. With a sadistic grin on his face, he reached down and poked his finger inside the elastic of her panties. He found the rigid nubbin of her clitoris and began to finger it lightly.
Just enough to drive her wild with desire.
Ken Lewis knew women. He knew how to make them give him what he wanted. His way.
"Aaaaahhhh!" Jean sighed. She urged her hips upward, seeking more of his lewd caresses.
But Ken's finger barely touched her clit. He knew the sensation must be agonizing.
"Oh God, that's nice," she breathed. "Ooooohh, my clit's so hard! So hard!"
Her head was rocking from side to side. She was obviously working herself up to a fever pitch of longing.
"Is there something you'd like me to do for you, ma'am? Would you like me to do' something for this wet little twat of yours? Is that it? I sure hate to see you suffering, Mrs. Masters. If you'll just let me know what the trouble is, why, I'll be glad to do what I can...."
The mocking control of his voice was driving Jean mad. She knew he was teasing her. She knew he wanted her to beg for it. And at the same time he was making her cunt so hot for him that she was powerless to resist.
Jean was trembling with desire, but still she struggled against giving him the ultimate satisfaction of hearing her beg for it. Her pussy burned with agonizing lust. She could feel her nipples become hard and tingling with desire.
She felt his finger slip down to prod her craving cunt-hole.
And something inside her snapped.
All at once Jean was forced to admit to herself just why she had brought the TV man to her home this evening. She couldn't deny any longer that she wanted him to fuck her.
She wanted it desperately.
Since she'd already sunk this low-low enough to be sitting nearly naked next to him with her legs spread-what harm could there be in humiliating herself just one step further?
"How are you doing, baby?" he murmured into her ear. He was watching her full firm tits. It was all he could do to resist clamping his lips over one of her ripe inviting tits. But he sensed victory was at hand.
He could wait.
"Oh please ... please...." Jean blurted out at last. "I want you to do it to me. Please."
"Do what, baby?" he asked her in mock innocence. She wasn't going to get off that easy.
"Make love to me. I need it so bad. Please make love to me."
"You'll have to make it clearer than that, Mrs.
Masters."
His finger never stopped titillating the swollen bud of her wet clitoris.
The obscene lovemaking Jean had witnessed between Lois and Ken the other night suddenly leaped into her mind.
Yes, she knew what she wanted. Exactly.
"All right!" she cried in desperation. "I want you to eat my pussy! Then I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard and deep till I cum and cum and cum! Do it! Do it to me!"
Ken Lewis needed no further encouragement. He'd been dying for a taste of her sweet hot-red twat. Now that she had quit playing games and admitted what she was after, he was more than ready to oblige her.
He kneeled down on the carpet between her legs. Slowly, tantalizingly, he lowered her white panties down over the swelling globes of her ass-cheeks. Then, goaded on by his lust, he clasped them firmly in one hand and ripped them off her thighs.
"Ooooohhh!" she screamed. But the protest was short-lived. She spread her thighs wider, giving him full access to the shamelessly exposed slit of her pussy.
Ken placed his hands on her cunt. He parted the lips even wider. He drank in the dewy moistness of her pink pussy. There was no doubt that she was a hot one all right. Her pussy was soaking wet from her excitement.
Eager for a taste of her cunt-juices, he stuck out his tongue. It jabbed the tip of her pulsing clitoris.
"Oh God-d-d-d!" she wailed. "Aaaaiiii-eeee! It's beautiful! So good! Sooooooo good!"
Jean was beside herself with excitement. For the first time in her life a man was eating her pussy. And it felt every bit as good as she had imagined it would. Her clitoris seemed to grow harder and pulse more insistently at the touch of his slick tongue.
"Like that, baby?" he asked her. Then he stabbed his tongue-tip into her cunt-hole.
"Ooohh, jeeee-zuz. Jee-zuz!" she moaned. "Do it. Do it! My pussy's so hot!"
Jean felt as if she had been lifted right out of herself. No longer was she a shy, frustrated housewife. Now she was a raging nympho of uncontrolled lust. She was a woman who knew what it was to be thoroughly titillated-to feel a man stick his tongue up her cunt-and she wanted more. She wanted every bit of pleasure her body could give her.
Again and again the TV repairman stabbed his tongue up into Jean's clutching cunt-hole. He closed his lips over the surrounding pussy-flesh and sucked. His cock throbbed with lust as he felt her pussy yield under the pressure of his mouth.
"Ooooohhhh! Aaaarrrggghhhh!" Jean wailed like a banshee as Ken's tongue and lips worked recklessly in her cunt. Automatically she reached down and tried to grip his hair. She wanted to encourage him in his lewd labors. But his brush cut eluded her grasp. She had to be content with thrusting her cunt energetically against his face.
"Ooohhh, yesssss! Oh baby, I've never had it so good. Never!"
In her state of drunken lust, Jean was barely able to recognize the betrayal in her words. Rather than feeling guilty that she was cheating on her husband, she was praising her lover for giving her thrills that her husband had denied her. All her inebriated senses could recognize now was her flaming need for more of the forbidden caresses of Ken's mouth. Only later, in her solitude, would she fully realize what she had done. Only then would she feel guilty.
"Jeez, your tongue feels so good in my twat!" she moaned. "Uuuuhhhh, yeah, more, more! Do it to me some more, baby!"
"Shit, this is the sweetest cunt I ever tasted in my whole life. Mr. Masters sure is one lucky guy!" There was a dash of spite mixed in with Ken's words of praise. He couldn't help having contempt for these horny housewives who were so eager to jump into the sack with a stranger when hubby was away.
They were all the same. Shameless bitches.
But they sure made Ken glad he'd remained a bachelor. His life was one merry round of new twat. Though he never stopped feeling sorry for the cuckolded husbands.
Jean didn't want to think about Harvey. Not now. There was only one thing on her mind now, and that was driving the demons of lust from her throbbing cunt.
"Ahhhh, Christ, so good, so good!" she moaned. Her head rocked rhythmically from side to side against the couch. Incredible teasing darts of lust charged from her quivering pussy and assaulted every nerve-ending in her shamelessly naked body.
"Shit, do it to meeeee!"
Ken's tongue had jabbed her clitoris. The woman went wild with frenzied need.
Ken could stand it no longer. His cock was pulsing heatedly inside his pants. It ached for a chance to invade the soft wet pussy that his tongue had explored so deftly.
"Mrs. Masters, ma'am, I think it's about time my big old prick got a taste of this sweet cunt of yours," he told her as he unbuckled his trousers. He rose to his feet and quickly removed his clothes.
Jean sat writhing in need on the couch. Her eyes grew wide and staring when she saw the swollen rod of his throbbing cock.
"Like that, do you, baby?" he asked her. Again he fell to his knees between her thighs. He guided his bulbous cock-head toward her wet gleaming cunt-hole. His gaze never left her face as he pushed the tip against her pussy and then shoved his whole rigid shaft far up into her hot cunt.
Her green eyes were like saucers now. They glowed with lusty appreciation for the filling presence of his cock.
"Aaaaarrrgggghhhh!" she moaned. She thrust her firm ass-cheeks up from the couch cushion. As though she were trying to swallow his cock whole.
"Oooohhh! Oooohhhh! Ooooooohhhhh!" At once she began to chum her hips up and down, encouraging him to establish a hard-fucking tempo into her greedy cunt.
"Oh, jee-zuz! Fuck!" Ken grunted. "What sweet pussy! What sweet, sweet pussy!"
Her frenzied excitement inspired him to action. He began to thrust his aching cock into her steaming dampness in long smooth strokes. His whole length disappeared up into her on every instroke. He could feel the tip brushing against her cervix.
"Yesss! Yesssss! Do it to meeeeee!" she wailed. "Oh God, I need it so bad. Sooooo bad!"
Between moans and grunts, bellows and whimpers, they fucked with the unabashed energy of rutting dogs. Ken had pulled her hips forward so they rested just on the edge of the couch. He grasped them firmly as he shoved his cock again and again into her clinging cunt-hole.
Jean closed her eyes in ecstasy. As much as his grip would allow her, she thrust her hips energetically up to meet his instrokes.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she grunted. Her mind was filled with the pure sensation of feeling her cunt filled with cock. It was as if she had been waiting a month of Sundays for this kind of long, fulfilling fuck. The tingles of lust were turning her on.
She was a fucking animal. Nothing more. Nothing less.
With the single-minded purpose of bringing herself to rousing orgasm.
She bit her lower lip fiercely as she concentrated on the titillating sensations building up to an awesome crescendo somewhere deep in her pussy.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she ranted over and over again.
"Jee-zuz, what a hot bitch you are, lady," Ken told her as he strove to keep pace with her frenzied writhings. "Shit, I don't believe I've ever felt a cunt as wild and antsy as yours. Christ, it's sweet. Sweet pussy!"
Somewhere deep in her subconscious, Jean realized the man saw her as nothing more than a hot cunt. He had no respect for her as a human being.
But at the moment, she didn't care.
He was doing the job she wanted of him. He was fucking her ravenous pussy. Within moments she would have what she'd been craving for the last four days.
A good strong orgasm. Release, sweet release.
"Ahhh, yes, yes, yessss," she chanted as her hips churned in tempo with her growing arousal. "Fuck me! Harder! Deeper! Faster! Oh God! Oh God! I'm ... I'm cummmmming-g-g-g!"
Her face becoming a mask of lust, she ground her cunt against his skewering prick. At last it was happening to her. The warm waves of release were flooding her body with forgetfulness ... contentment. She had what she had lusted after so long.
Feeling the woman churning out her climax drove Ken over the top. He shoved his cock as far as it would go into her spasming pussy and let it happen. He could feel his hot juices flooding her belly, filling her up.
"Shit, woman, I'm cumming in your pussy! Feel that? You're full up now, baby! Mmmmm, sweet cunt!"
Feeling him cum in her cunt forced Jean to become aware of the perversion of what she had just been doing. For the first time in her life, she had cum that didn't belong to Harvey Masters up inside her belly.
She had been squirming like a raving madwoman beneath a stranger's cock. Shamelessly. Wantonly. Heedlessly.
She had begged her TV repairman to eat her cunt, to fuck her to climax.
And he'd done it. Just what she asked him to. She had no one to blame for her debauchery but herself.
No sooner had the last of his sperm dribbled from his cock-tip than Ken was on his feet. He picked up his clothes and began to dress. All during the process, he scarcely looked at the naked redhead who lay sprawled on the couch.
At last he was ready to go. His cap once again covered his brush cut. His tool box was in his hands. He tipped his cap toward Mrs. Masters.
"This call's on the house, ma'am," he told her. "I'll look forward to hearing from you again next time you have a crisis. Bye now."
He walked briskly to the door and shut it behind him.
It was only after he was gone that Jean found the energy and the courage to rouse herself from her stupor.
She was disgusted with herself. She purposely avoided looking in the mirror as she staggered into the bedroom. Crawling between the sheets, she waited for sleep to take her out of her misery.
It just isn't fair, she thought. I don't understand it. How can my body make me do things my mind doesn't want to do? I didn't want to cheat on Harvey. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't!
Even to her own ears, the words rang false.
CHAPTER FOUR
By the time her husband returned home from his latest sales trip, Jean had more or less come to terms with herself and her guilt.
When she awoke the morning, after her shameless seduction of the TV man, one thing was clear.
She felt good. Her body felt relaxed, alive and vital. Obviously having a good solid enthusiastic fuck and a rousing orgasm had been just what the doctor ordered. At first she felt guilty that something so sordid could make her feel so good. Then she started to think about it.
Where in the marriage vows did it say a woman was supposed to spend her life being miserable because her husband was a lackadaisical lover? Wasn't she entitled to her share of happiness and relief? Didn't Harvey always seem like a new man when he climbed on top of her and fucked her till he came?
Why shouldn't she enjoy the same privilege?
She had tried. God knew she had tried. She had done everything in her power to show her husband what it was that she wanted and needed. He had chosen not to pick up on that.
In fact, he had acted like their night of passionate lovemaking had never happened.
Okay. If that was the way he wanted it, that was the way it would be.
She was determined now to seek her fulfillment as a woman. Whether Harvey was willing to give it to her or not. If not Harvey, she would find someone else.
But not Ken Lewis.
She hadn't liked his attitude. He was arrogant. He obviously had more than enough women to fuck. It wouldn't bother him one way or another if she didn't call him.
She wanted something else right now. Something more tender. More loving. Something to help boost her sagging self-esteem.
She pondered the problem as she saw her husband off to work one morning.
"Have a good day, darling," she told him as she held her cheek out to be kissed.
"I will, honey," he replied. His grin looked more like a smirk to Jean. "After that hump this morning, how could I help it?"
Jean fumed with rage as she listened to him warming the car up in the garage.
It had been the same old thing this morning.
Harvey had himself a wonderful time. F had cum in three minutes flat. While she lay cold and frustrated.
At least, he used to ask me if I'd cum, she thought bitterly. Even if I had to lie and say yes, at least I felt he cared enough to ask. Now he acts as if everything's rosy if he's made it.
He's afraid, she realized gloomily. He wants to go on thinking our marriage is just fine. So he doesn't ask me how I feel, cause he's afraid I'll start telling him the truth.
She became immersed in her own dismal thoughts as she tended to her usual household chores. About eleven she was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Lois's cheerful face greeted her.
"Hi," she said. "I'm going to the store. Need anything?"
Jean smiled at her pretty friend. The effort was half-hearted and she knew it showed.
"No thanks, Lois," she said. "I've got everything I need for the moment. Thanks for thinking of me though."
"Sure, kid," Lois replied. Though she was only four years older than Jean, she seemed to enjoy mothering the redhead. "Hey, what's the matter? You look glum."
"Oh, it's nothing, Lois. You know ... just one of those days when little troubles look like major disasters."
"I know you don't want my two cents, kid, but you're going to get it anyway. I think you got man troubles. I've noticed lately you and Harvey seem strained with each other. Listen, honey, if he's not giving it to you right, believe me, the only thing to do is grab it where you can. Listen to the voice of experience. It never lies."
Jean was embarrassed by her friend's frankness. Lois was always one to lay her cards on the table. It surprised Jean that the older woman had seen through her and Harvey's guise of marital happiness. From habit, she denied any problems existed.
"I'm fine, Lois, really. Just a blue day."
The brunette looked skeptical. "Okay, whatever you say. But if you ever need any advice, you know, or ... friends, just let me know, you hear?"
"I hear, Lois."
"Good. See you later, kid."
Jean watched Lois disappear down the garden path. Lois's words had made an impression. They helped to reconfirm the decision Jean had come to herself over the last few days.
She went back to her cleaning. She toyed with strategies for meeting men, but none seemed satisfactory. She didn't want to go too far from home, where she might get into trouble. And she didn't want to run the risk of creating a scandal. Hunger beckoned around two o'clock. She made herself a tuna salad. Alcohol had become a frequent companion these days. She poured a generous glass of white table wine to go with the meal.
She had just finished her lunch when the front doorbell rang.
She jumped to her feet and felt a passing wave of dizziness.
Better watch myself, she thought. The wine's gone right to my head.
Jean opened the front door to find herself face to face with a blond youth of about seventeen. It was the paperboy, the same boy who had been bringing the paper to their door six days a week for the last two and a half years.
For the first time, Jean saw how handsome the boy was. His white-blond hair was long enough to brush against his shoulders. It was slightly curly at the ends, framing his face to make him look like an angel.
Jean found herself feeling unaccountably nervous in the boy's presence.
"Hi, Jimmy," she said. "You're early today."
"Collecting, Mrs. Masters," he said. "Let's see ... you owe me a dollar-eighty."
"Of course. Come on in, Jimmy. Make yourself comfortable on the couch while I look for my purse."
Flustered, Jean went back into the bedroom.
She checked her hair in the mirror, giving it a quick brush. She surveyed her appearance, satisfied that her T-shirt and tight jeans showed off her figure to good advantage.
Not bad for an old lady of twenty-five, she told herself. She felt slightly embarrassed that she was suddenly feeling so conscious of her looks.
Don't tell me you're planning to seduce a teen-ager, she kidded her reflection in the mirror. Her face looked startled and embarrassed for a moment. Then she giggled self-consciously.
Of course not, she reassured herself. I'm just vain. I don't want that kid to think I'm an old frump.
She put a quick dab of lipstick on her lips and headed back to the living room, purse in hand. "Here you are, Jimmy. A dollar-eighty."
"Thanks, Mrs. Masters." The boy rose to leave. He grinned boyishly.
"Wait," Jean said suddenly. " ... uh, would you like a Coke before you go? You must work up quite a thirst trudging all over the neighborhood." He sat down again quickly. "Gee, that'd be great, Mrs. Masters. I am awfully thirsty. And I'm t almost finished my rounds. No reason why I can't take a little time off."
Jean saw Jimmy's interested gaze as he looked at her full, braless tits. Or the way he occasionally sneaked a peek at the crotch of her jeans.
They chatted easily for a half hour while the boy sipped his Coke and Jean downed a second glass of white wine.
"Gee, I almost forgot. I have some brownies I made yesterday," she said. "Would you like one, Jimmy?"
"Sure," the boy replied enthusiastically.
Jean fetched the sweets. When she returned to the living room, she sat on the couch next to the boy. Her wine glass was again full. She sipped thirstily, seeking courage to carry out the daring plan she'd formulated in the last half hour.
"Jimmy?" she said at last. She put her hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Yes, ma'am?" He was grinning, but his Adam's apple was bobbing nervously in his throat.
Titillated by the feel of his hard young muscles through his shirt, she slipped her hand down farther. She began to caress his back lightly.
"What would you say if I told you I find you very attractive?" she asked. She knew her behavior was shameless. But the boy turned her on. It suddenly had occurred to the frustrated housewife that a young boy might be the answer to her prayers. He would be more grateful and more gentle than a grown man. And he would be fairly sure to keep his mouth shut, if he wanted to stay out of trouble. And in her good graces.
The youth was staring at her, his gaze wide-eyed and hopeful.
"Well ... well, I find you very attractive too, Mrs. Masters," he said. "In fact, I've always thought you were the prettiest lady in the neighborhood."
Jean was pleased. "Why, thank you, Jimmy. That's very sweet of you."
His trusting boyish grin and the feel of his muscles through his shirt combined to make her pussy flare with excitement. The alcohol pulsed heatedly through her system. Her whole being was dying for sexual fulfillment.
"Jimmy," she said abruptly. Her voice was thick with lust and liquor. "Jimmy, I want to do something nice for you. May I do that?"
The boy was stupefied. He'd heard stories about older women seducing younger boys. But he'd never dreamed he'd be lucky enough to have it happen to him. There was little doubt of Mrs. Masters' intention though. She was obviously really turned on.
Acting on impulse, Jean slipped down onto her knees on the carpet next to the boy's legs. She began to fumble with his fly. She was so excited, and her fingers were awkward. But at last she pulled the slender growing shaft of his cock out into the air.
"Cripes," the boy breathed huskily. His ass slumped forward on the couch. The mere touch of the older woman's hand on his prick made him feel weak with excitement.
"Oh, Jimmy ... Jimmy," the drunken housewife moaned excitedly. "What a beautiful cock you have, darling. Oooohh, I love it. Let me suck it ... Okay? Can I make it feel good for you, darling?"
"Sure!" The word exploded from the youth's mouth as she closed her pink lips over the bulbous head and began to nibble his cock.
"Oh cripes! Wow, Mrs. Masters!" he exclaimed. "I've never had anybody suck my cock before. Jeepers, it feels fantastic! Aaaagghhhh!"
The paperboy was in seventh heaven. He couldn't believe that this amazing thing was happening. Mrs. Masters, the prettiest lady in the neighborhood, was kneeling in front of him, sucking his prick.
He could feel the blood pounding crazily through his cock-shaft. It pulsed and throbbed with the teasing stimulation of her lips and tongue-moistening it, licking it, sucking it.
"Ohhhh wowwww!" he sighed. His eyes were closed. His whole being concentrated on the stimulating sensations coming from his rigid prick.
With the boy's cock held firmly in her hand, Jean looked up at him over the swollen head. Her eyes were smoldering with lust. Her parted lips were moist and full, swollen with passion.
"Oooohhh, Jimmy," she said. "You have such a lovely prick, darling! It feels so good in my mouth. Soooo good!"
Once again her head bobbed up and down over the boy's pulsing cock.
Jean was intensely thrilled by the perversity of what she was doing. Never in her life had she experienced the smooth rubbery texture of a cock in her mouth. She loved the way it swelled and jerked with excitement. She loved to extend her tongue out and lap up the salty drop of fluid escaping from the glans.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned wantonly as she bent lovingly to her task.
Making love to this boy's prick was an unexpectedly fulfilling experience for the frustrated wife. He was so grateful for what she was doing for him-being inexperienced himself he couldn't tell that she had never sucked a cock before. She was special to him. She wasn't just one of many hot cunts on his daily rounds.
"Ohhhh, Mrs. Masters!" she heard him grunt. "It's terrific, ma'am. Boy,. you give head real nice! I bet nobody could make me feel better than you do."
His words thrilled and encouraged Jean. With renewed energy, she swirled her tongue round and round the mushroom-shaped tip of his cock. She caught the tip inside her mouth and coated it lewdly with her saliva. Then she moved her lips enthusiastically up and down the whole turgid length.
It felt good, so incredibly good to suck cock.
Especially young, grateful, inexperienced cock.
Jean Masters intensely regretted all the years she had let go by without knowing the particular intense thrill of sucking a prick. If she had known how titillating it was, she would never have waited this long to try it.
But now that it was finally happening to her, she had every intention of making up for lost time.
"Gosh, Mrs. Masters. Aaaahhh!" the boy wailed. The hot darting sensations of her mouth were almost more than the inexperienced youth could bear.
"Oh yeah, suck my prick like that, ma'am! Hot damn! It's beautiful!"
Jimmy's sexual experience to date had consisted mainly of girls younger than himself who had to be lured and cajoled into letting him fuck them. Then they seemed to be too frightened to really enjoy themselves. And he'd never once been able to find one who'd suck his prick.
It was intensely exciting for the boy to be with an older woman who knew what she wanted and went right out and got it. It thrilled Jimmy that Mrs. Masters obviously enjoyed sucking his cock as much as he enjoyed having it happen. She was a really sexy lady.
And she sure was making him feel better than he ever had before-in his whole life.
"Mmmmm, yummmmm," she gurgled as her tireless mouth worked on his saliva-slickened prick.
She sucked with the unbounded enthusiasm of a child working on an all-day sucker.
This lady loved to give head! No doubt about it!
Seized with a sudden inspiration, the boy blurted out a bold request.
"Please Mrs. Masters...." he said. " ... would it be all I .t if I saw your tits, ma'am? They look real pretty inside your T-shirt. I sure would like to see them."
Though he almost hated to lose the attention of her mouth on his cock, the boy was anxious to see at least part of her naked. Then it would make the whole thing seem more like a mutual experience.
His prick pulsed crazily as she raised her head and looked at him through lust-glazed eyes. It was a moment before she spoke.
"Of course, Jimmy darling," she said. "I'd like you to see my titties. I'm pleased you want to look at them."
Feeling outrageously lewd, the redhead pulled her T-shirt over her head. She smiled with satisfaction as she saw the boy's eyes grow wide with admiration. Her cunt-lips pulsed wetly as she relished the thrill of baring her bosom to this inexperienced teen-ager.
"You like them, darling?" she asked recklessly as she cupped a full round orb in each hand. She squeezed them together so the two pink nipples were staring tantalizingly right at him.
Like an automaton, Jimmy leaned forward and closed his lips around one pink nipple. He sucked hungrily, relishing the comforting stimulation like a babe at its mother's breast.
Only there was a difference. His cock grew harder and hungrier with every soft caress.
"Oooohh, Jimmy! Ohhh, Jimmy darling! Yesss, suck my tits, baby," Jean moaned. She reached down and grasped the youth's iron-hard prick, massaging it gently while he sucked her.
Jimmy sucked on first one tit and then another. He relished the soft tantalizing feel of the pink flesh between his lips. It amazed him how the nipples got all hard and wrinkled the harder he sucked on them. There was no doubt that she liked what he was doing to her.
For the first time the boy felt like a man. A man doing a man's work. Bringing maddening pleasure to a grown woman hungry with desire for him.
"Oh Jimmy ... Jimmy!" she gasped. "Oh you darling, darling boy!"
Jean could feel her cunt pulsing moistly in response to the tug on her nipples. It felt to her like she was having one little orgasm after another.
Her stimulated body was alive with pleasure.
"Suck my nipples for me! Oh yesssss, Jimmy! It's so ni-i-i-ce!"
They remained locked together like this for several moments. The woman with her titties bare, the teen-aged boy's head locked to her tits. The boy with his cock pulsing hungrily in her hand.
"Oh God! Oh God! Aaaaggghhhhh!" she moaned. At last she could stand it no longer. She had to feel his cock in her mouth again. She wanted to give him a pleasure he had never known before.
The aroused redhead wanted to make the boy cum in her mouth!
Pulling his head gently back from her tits, she again bent down and closed her lips around his erect cock. It seemed even harder than before, eager and throbbing against her tongue.
Up and down her head glided, her tongue working on his cock, bringing him unexpected jabs of delicious pleasure.
"Jeez," Jimmy grunted.
He closed his eyes and his head rested against the couch. Though he was concentrating on the sensations in his cock, he never forgot who was making him feel so good. Every now and then he opened his eyes to look at Jean, her tits bobbling as she sucked him. The sight gave his cock an extra little surge of arousal.
"Cripes, Mrs. Masters, you're really doing it to me. I don't know how much more of this I can take."
Realizing the youth was struggling up the ladder to climax made the redhead work more furiously for his release. She sucked and licked and laved his swelling prick with the ardor of a mother cat with its kittens.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as she continued her remorseless attentions.
"Ahhhhh, wow ... Holy mackerel, Mrs. Masters ... I think you're going to ... yeah, I'm cumming! I'm cumming-g-g!" he wailed. He thrust his cock as far as it would go into her still-laboring mouth.
His mind filled with the fiery stimulation of orgasm, he looked down at her head and lustrous red hair bobbing over his prick.
She was swallowing it! She was licking his cock clean, making sure that she didn't miss a drop of his thick love-juices.
The youth would never have believed that the reserved housewife would go that far. But here she was, kneeling half naked, savoring his cum as if it were ice cream.
"Wow, Mrs. Masters! Wow! Gee, that was terrific!" He was at a loss for words. This afternoon had given the boy the most memorable experience of his young life.
"Mmmmmm." She was moaning softly, her lips nibbling gently on his deflating prick. At last she looked up. "Oh Jimmy, that was so nice, darling. I loved sucking your prick. And I loved feeling you sucking my tits. It was beautiful, darling. Beautiful."
"It sure was, Mrs. Masters," the boy agreed enthusiastically. "I've never cum like that before. Not ever."
He thought her shining eyes seemed a little sad.
"I'm glad, Jimmy darling. I'm so glad."
When the boy noticed the time on the clock on the mantle, he jumped to his feet and began to dress.
"I'm sorry to have to leave so quick, Mrs. Masters. But I gotta go deliver my papers."
"That's okay, Jimmy. I understand," she said as she struggled to her feet. She felt a little gloomy as she slipped her T-shirt over her ripe tits.
She was sorry he had to leave so soon. It had been nice.
Oh well, she thought. Maybe it's better this way. After all, he's only a boy. Boys take things like this with a grain of salt.
Depressed and alone, she poured herself another glass of wine and went to bed with a detective novel.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jean was asleep by the time her husband came home from work. He didn't bother to wake her. He made himself a frozen TV dinner and then crawled into bed beside her.
His presence in the bed woke up Jean, but she didn't let on she was awake. While Harvey snored beside her, she daydreamed about the fine slender young cock she had sucked that afternoon.
She could almost taste Jimmy's sperm again as she relived the titillating experience.
Eventually her reveries started her clitoris pulsing again. She massaged it gently with her finger. When her passion became intense, she was forced to bite her lip to keep from waking Harvey with her moans.
The next day Jean slept in. She was in no mood to confront her husband. So she let him fix his own breakfast while she lay in bed, dozing, dreaming erotic dreams.
She finally arose at eleven and made a half-hearted stab at her housework. She was enjoying a glass of wine in front of the TV set when the doorbell rang around three.
Immediately the young housewife was startled. It was like a reenactment of the day before. This was about the time Jimmy had come by. The ringing of the doorbell had been what started it all.
Slightly dazed by the wine and her apathy, she went to the door.
To her shock and surprise, Jimmy stood smiling at her.
"Mind if I come in, Mrs. Masters?" he said.
Jean felt immediately apprehensive that one of the neighbors might see and suspect something. So she hustled the boy inside and shut the door. He ambled into the living room and made himself comfortable on the couch.
It didn't take long for Jean to sense something different about the boy. He seemed more manly, more self-confident somehow.
"Jimmy?" She hesitated. She stared at his handsome smiling face and his blond curls. She felt herself melt a little inside. "What are you doing here? Did you forget something yesterday?"
"Oh no," he said placidly. "I just wanted to see you again."
She was flattered, but at the same time cautious. "But, Jimmy ... we have to be careful, you know. We can't be like ... well, dates or anything. People might suspect something if they see you coming by here."
"Heck, I wouldn't worry about that, Mrs. Masters. I don't think anybody's spying on you or me. People have got their own lives to live." He reached out and squeezed her nipple through her blouse.
Her reaction was immediate.
"Ooooooh, Jimmy," she sighed. Her knees seemed to give way and she sank down onto the couch next to him.
"I couldn't just not see you again ... not after what happened yesterday." His eyes were serious. It was easy for Jean to see she meant something important to him.
He didn't think she was just some horny slut who needed to get her jollies on a boring afternoon.
"Jimmy ... you're sweet ... and I enjoyed yesterday as much as you did. But I don't think...."
Aroused as the redhead felt, she was leery of establishing any kind of relationship with the boy. Now that she had sampled his youthful sweetness, she didn't want to take responsibility for confusing him in any way. He needed to be with women his own age.
But she would be forever grateful for the chance to be with him yesterday.
"Jimmy, I had a wonderful time with you, but it can't go on ... I'm almost ten years older than you are ... "
He moved closer to her on the couch and put an arm around her.
The previous day's experience had done much to mature the boy. He felt more confident now, more aware of his sexuality. He knew this beautiful woman found him attractive. And he wanted to experience more with her. He wanted to fuck her, at least once. It was a resolve he had made last night. And he intended to keep it.
Emboldened by the vulnerable look in the redhead's eyes, he reached inside her blouse and pinched her nipple.
"Oooohhhh, that's nice," Jimmy said.
At once Jean closed her eyes and relished the youth's touch. Her determination to resist was weak, she knew. The feel of his hand on her naked tit made her feel ecstatic.
Reliving yesterday's experience again and again last night and this morning had brought Jean up to an incredible peak of titillation. She knew it would take little to turn her into a broiling hotbed of passion.
"I want you," Jimmy whispered in her ear.
Jean sighed with longing. "Do you, darling? Do you?"
He was undoing the buttons of her blouse now. She didn't resist when he slipped the garment down over her arms and dropped it on the floor.
He clasped a full white breast in each hand and massaged them sensuously. He bent forward and began to suck a hardening nipple.
"Mmmmm, ooooohhhh," she moaned.
It was no use. She didn't really want to stop him. She' wanted to feel him loving her. It made her pussy throb wetly inside her panties to think he wanted her so badly.
"I need to know all of you, Mrs. Masters," he said in a low voice, his lips hovering mere inches from her tits. "After what you did for me yesterday, I want to do something back for you. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Please?"
His big blue eyes looked appealingly up at her. She reached out and stroked his soft blond hair.
He was such a dear boy. So tender. And he wanted her.
How could she refuse him?
"Oh, Jimmy," she moaned. The force of her own passion and the feel of his hands on her tits made her tremble with excitement. "Yes, darling, I want you to do it for me. I want you to make me feel good. Do what you want to me, baby."
Her mind totally made up, she lay down lengthwise on the couch. She was offering her half-naked body to him. Sacrificing herself to the gods of lust.
Panting with excitement, the boy began to undo her slacks. He eased them down over her hips. She cooperated with him, raising her ass to let him slide the pants from her body.
When she lay naked before him, wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of white panties, Jimmy stared down at her, awestruck. He was feeling less confident now that he was faced with a voluptuous grown woman who was waiting for him to make love to her.
For a moment the task seemed frightening.
Then he remembered how she had turned on to him yesterday. He felt less intimidated.
He smiled in appreciation of her full upthrusting tits, her narrow waist, her lush hips. He ran his hands lightly over her captivating contours, savoring the feel of her flesh.
Still his fingers avoided the strip of flesh covered by her panties. Jimmy had felt lots of pussies before. But the idea of touching a full-grown lady-somebody's wife-down there ... His heart beat crazily in his chest as he relished the incredible boldness of his position.
Not out of high school, yet, here he was seducing the wife of one of the neighborhood's leading citizens. While she lay panting and eager beneath him.
"Oooohhhh, Jimmy, darling. Your hands feel so gentle on me, baby."
He could feel her pubic mound thrusting up.
Obviously she wanted to feel his hand on her cunt. He bent forward and began to suck a nipple.
"Mmmmmm, yessss, Jimmy," she moaned.
The titillating experience of sucking her ripe nipple to erection was making the boy's cock pulse eagerly in his jeans. His excitement made him want to feel her sweet little twat!
While he continued to suck on her nipple, his fingers slid down over her belly and invaded the crotch of her panties.
"Oooooohhhh," she sighed in eager expectation. Her pussy began to wriggle beneath his touch, encouraging him.
As his tongue teased her swollen nipple, his fingertip brushed over her hard little clitoris.
"Aaaaaiiieeeee! Oh God, that's ni-i-i-ce...."
Her words drove the boy to further action. His hands struggled against the restriction of her panties, forcing its way down until his finger was buried in her soaking pussy.
God, she's so wet! he thought. She can hardly wait to have me inside her!
His lust fired by her responsiveness, he began to thrust his finger recklessly in and out-of her cunt. It excited him incredibly to feel her hips gyrating against him. He was obviously doing the right things to her. She was beside herself with arousal. In and out, in and out went his finger, becoming slick as it was coated with her cunt-juices.
"Aaaaarrrggghhhh, that's the way, Jimmy. Oooohhhh, my pussy needs you so bad-d-d, Jimmy!"
The boy had never made love to a female who reacted the way Mrs. Masters did. Her sighs and moans filled the bedroom-made his cock pulse urgently inside his jeans. He could hardly wait to fuck her! He was sure it would be the experience of a lifetime.
"Ohhh, Mrs. Masters," he groaned. He was watching his hand now. The sight of his fingers working in past her panties aroused him intensely. "Wowww, I've got to do it to you, ma'am! I'm getting so darned excited!"
"Oh, Jimmy," she moaned. "I want you to, darling! I want you inside me. Take off your clothes, darling. Let me see you naked!"
Clumsily the teen-ager got to his feet. He removed his clothes in record time and stood looking down at her a moment, stark naked, his cock standing out, filled with blood.
Jean stared up dreamily at the youth's shapely torso. His chest was hard and rippled with muscles. His shoulders and arms were strong. She longed to feel them clasp her tight.
But the center of attention was his swollen cock.
Long and slender, its rigid length held her gaze like a magnet. She began to squirm on the couch, thrusting her cunt up toward Jimmy.
"Jimmy, darling," she half-whispered. "I need you so bad, darling! Give it to me! Let me feel your cock up inside."
The boy was as eager as she was. He needed no further encouragement to sink his aching prick up where it longed to be.
He bent down and pulled her panties off, throwing them carelessly onto the floor. Then, spreading her legs wide, he knelt between them and guided his cock-head toward her glistening moist target.
"Aaaarrrgggghhhh! " she wailed as she felt his cock-tip invade her clinging cunt. "Oh God-d-d! Deeper, Jimmy ... all the way, darling!"
Eager to oblige, the boy fell upon her. His cock surged deep into her cunt, filling her with its pulsing rigidity.
Writhing and moaning beneath the excited teen-ager, Jean pounded her fists against his well-muscled back. She wanted him to fill the aching need in the pit of her belly ... fuck her until the black demons of desire were sated.
"Cripes, it feels good in there, Mrs. Masters!" the boy moaned. "Wowww!"
Jimmy seemed to be held suspended in a state of delirium for a moment. He didn't move. Just smiled ecstatically, relishing the clinging feel of her cunt on his cock. He was amazed that her pussy was as tight as a young girl's. From stories he'd heard from older guys, he'd thought women got stretched out pretty fast.
But her cunt fit him as snug as a glove. What's more, she was flexing her pussy-muscles, squeezing his cock teasingly with her rubbery walls. He'd never experienced anything like it. For just an instant he had to lie still and feel it. Imprint the experience on his mind forever.
Then suddenly his ass-muscles burst into action. Answering the command of her fists pounding his back, he began to fuck her. Long and hard and deep. His cock moved in long rhythmic thrusts--thrusts that made them groan each time his prick struck her cervix.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she whimpered. She clung to the boy's back like a drowning man clings to his Mae West. With feverish, lust-driven strokes, she thrust her pussy up to meet his in thrust.
"Mrs. Masters ... wow, Mrs. Masters! It's great!" the boy grunted. He was panting hard. It was all he could do to keep up with the fury of the woman's demands to go faster, deeper, harder.
The boy was used to quick fucks in the back of a car or in the bushes. So trying to keep it up for a long time had never been an issue.
Now, though, he was worried.
He could tell Mrs. Masters wasn't ready to stop yet. And he didn't want to blow before she did. He wanted to make her cum ... he wanted to show her he was a real man!
"Wow, Mrs. Masters, it feels awfully good," he groaned. "I don't want to have to stop yet. What'll I do?" His voice sounded anxious. For just a moment he became a young boy again.
"Just hold still for a minute, darling. Think about something else. There, there." Like a mother holding a baby, Jean stroked the back of Jimmy's head and nuzzled his cheek lovingly. She didn't want him to cum yet either. She could feel an incredible explosion building somewhere deep in her belly. Just a little longer, and it would work itself out.
Jimmy thought it seemed a little naive to expect him to think of something else at a moment like this. With his cock buried deep in a pretty woman's cunt. But he tried.
He thought of green pastures and galloping horses and the stream where he went trout-fishing in the summer. Gradually he felt more in control. He was able to start moving his cock slowly back and forth, in and out, once again.
"Mmmmm, feels terrific, ma'am," he crooned. He was proud of himself-proud that he had ridden out the crisis. There was no doubt about it. Mrs. Masters was making a real man of him!
"Yesss, Jimmy darling! You're wonderful! You're the most beautiful lover I've ever had."
His chest swelling with pride, he flexed his ass-muscles and again upped the tempo of his rhythmic penetrations.
"Aaaahhhh. Aaiiiieeeeee. Oh God. Oh God!" Jean was writhing like a woman possessed. Within seconds she was back at the high point she had reached a few moments before. Her body was quivering with darting bursts of lust-fire. Part of the thrill was the awareness of the strong young male who was making her feel more beautiful and alive than she had in years. The rest was the sweet friction of his swollen prick against her needing cunt!
"Oh yeah, yeah! It's good, Mrs. Masters!" The teen-ager was so absorbed now in the sensuous stimulation assaulting his body that he was like a man in a trance. He lunged his hips forward with obsessive strength. Then drew back only long enough to prepare himself for another gigantic thrust. Never before had he enjoyed the freedom to fuck as hard and as long as he liked.
Mrs. Masters was no shrinking virgin, pulling back in pain and nervousness. She was a full-blown woman relishing every stiff caress of his aching prick.
"Ahhhh, jeez, it's good!" he grunted through clenched teeth. Once again he could feel the explosion building in his balls. But this time he suspected Mrs. Masters was ready to ride it out with him.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" Jean wailed as the boy's cock slammed again and again into her clasping wet pussy-hole. Her flesh was on fire. Her cunt was a blazing inferno of lust.
"Jee-zuz! Do'it to me! Do it to meeee!"
The boy fucked in and out of the shrieking woman as hard as he could. He was anxious and determined to bring her the climax she was obviously craving. He could feel her cunt-walls gripping his prick greedily. The sensation was driving him wild.
Harder. Faster. Deeper.
They writhed together in single-minded fervor. Higher. Higher they went.
"Aaaaahhhh, jee-zuz," she moaned. "Gawd, Jimmy darling, I'm ... ahhh, shit, I'm cummmming-g-g-g!"
Her hips thrusting convulsively up against his groin, she began to work out the tidal wave of orgasm.
"Mrs. Masters ... aaaahhhh, me too, Mrs. Masters!" the boy groaned. "I'm cumming in you right now! Aaaaggghhhh!"
They had reached it together.
Woman and boy clung to each other in the bliss of their mutual release. Their faces beamed with relaxed smiles of pure pleasure.
Jean caressed the boy's face tenderly. "Jimmy, Jimmy, you're wonderful," she whispered and kissed him on the cheek.
Suddenly their bodies went rigid as there came a loud rap on the door. Of one accord they scampered to their feet and put on their clothes. Jean showed the boy the way through the kitchen to the back door. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before he was gone.
The knocks on the front door were becoming loud and impatient by the time Jean answered them.
It was Lois.
She was leaning on the doorsill, arms crossed. She wore a look of exasperation.
"I'd ask you what you were doing that it took you so long to answer," she quipped as she walked past Jean into the living room. "But something tells me it would be rude.
CHAPTER SIX
Lois stood in the middle of the living room and looked around her. She noticed the couch cushions were rumpled. A half-empty glass of wine stood on the end-table.
She smiled briefly then looked at her friend.
"I see you're drinking wine," she said. "Mind if I have a glass?"
Jean hadn't quite regained her composure after the lusty session with Jimmy. She felt flustered. She knew her hair was a mess. And she was sure Lois had noticed the way the couch looked.
She tried to be cheerful to distract the brunette's attention.
"Sure, Lois, coming right up. I think I'll freshen mine up too. I like it ice cold, don't you?"
"Sure do," Lois said coolly. She was amused by Jean's discomfort. She could never understand why Jean found it so hard to display her real emotions. She let the littlest things bother her. What did she care if Jean had been entertaining a lover? More power to her was all Lois would have to say. She followed the redhead into the kitchen.
"I suppose you're wondering why I knocked so long," Lois said while Jean was fetching the wine from the fridge. " ... how I knew you were home."
Jean looked nervous. "Why ... why no ... I didn't really think about it, I guess."
Lois grinned. "Now Jean honey, I know you're going to get embarrassed, but don't. You know I'm your friend, don't you?"
Jean remained silent. She bit her lip nervously and looked at the floor.
"Well, don't you?" Lois insisted.
"Of course I do, Lois," the redhead blurted out at last. "I just ... well ... oh, I don't know."
"Look, kid, all I can say is ... if you don't want your next-door neighbor in a paper-walled duplex to know you're fucking, you got to keep the volume down."
Lois watched Jean's face turn six shades of scarlet. "Jean, honey, don't get upset. You know, I think it's just great. Already you look more relaxed than you have in months. I'm just dying to know who it was. You sure got him out of here quick," she added mischievously, her bright eyes sparkling.
Jean had to laugh. She was feeling far too good to play the prude.
"I'm not telling who it was, Lois. But next time, I promise I'll be quieter." She frowned and took a good long sip of her wine. "If there is a next time."
Lois looked surprised. "Why wouldn't there be a next time?" she asked. "You're not going to chicken out now, are you?"
"Let's go back in the living room," Jean suggested. When they were seated comfortably side by side on the couch, she went on: "There are other things involved here, Lois. It would be for his own good if I didn't see him again."
"That's hard to figure." Lois paused, a mock-serious grin on her face. "You afraid you're going to fuck the poor guy to death or something?"
Again Jean blushed. "Don't be silly," she admonished her friend. "It's just that ... well, there's a difference in ages...."
"Ah-hah," Lois exclaimed jubilantly. "I knew it. It's Jimmy, the paperboy, isn't it?" She grew impatient when Jean remained quiet. "Well, isn't it?"
"Yes ... Yes, it is," Jean admitted reluctantly. "Wow, that's just great, honey. He's a darned good-looking kid."
The redhead's temper flared for a moment. "Don't be so damned superior," she said. "Don't think I don't know you've been fucking the TV repairman!"
Lois looked genuinely taken aback. "Hey, who's being superior?" she demanded. "And how did you know about Kenny anyway?"
Jean smiled smugly. "I'm not the only one around here who makes noises."
The two women looked at each other challengingly for a moment. Then they both burst into laughter. They laughed till they were crying and clutching each other for support.
"Wow, aren't we something, kid? A couple of predatory ladies who service the servicemen!"
The alcohol and the relief of laughter had loosened Jean up. "I'll tell you something even better," she said. "I screwed the TV man too." Lois's jaw dropped in amazement. "Wow, and all this time I thought you were all uptight about sex, not knowing which way's up. Now I find you've even got me beat!"
"Well, I wouldn't go that far, Lois," Jean replied cattily.
Lois pouted good-humoredly. "Well, I haven't fucked the paperboy," she said. "Not yet, anyway."
Jean felt a momentary pang of jealousy. It soon passed. She had no claims on Jimmy. He lived in a whole different world from hers. It was nice their paths had crossed. That was all.
Feeling more comfortable with each other than they ever had in the past, the two women drank wine and talked for an hour or more. They were both feeling a warm glow from the alcohol and from the newfound pleasure of their friendship.
Lois put an arm around the younger woman and hugged her close.
"You're a great friend, kid," she said. "I'm glad I've got you around for moral support." i Jean was slightly surprised. Lois always seemed so strong. If anybody could get along on her own, it was Lois. Now it seemed the brunette was vulnerable after all.
"Does it get lonely, living by yourself, Lois?" Jean asked on impulse.
Lois was still clinging to the other woman. She rested her head on Jean's shoulder. "You better believe it, kid. Sometimes I even wish I had my old man back. Bastard that he was! Now, that's desperate!"
Though the brunette was struggling to be flippant, her voice shook. Jean felt a surge of compassion for the older woman.
"Well, listen, Lois. Any time you feel blue, I want you to come over here, okay?"
"Sure, kid. You're a sweetheart, you know that?"
It touched Jean that a woman with such a tough exterior should have chosen her to confide in. Jean didn't have any really close women friends in the town. It felt good to have someone to lean on a little. She liked the feel of the other woman's head on her shoulder.
She didn't realize Lois had been fumbling with the buttons of her blouse until she felt hot lips close over her nipple.
"Mmmmm," she moaned automatically. She looked down in surprise and saw Lois's head buried against her bosom.
Rather than being revolted by the sight, Jean felt titillated. She enjoyed the warm stimulation on her breast. In a perverse way, it felt exciting to be able to give another woman comfort like this.
While her hand played with the rounded contours of one breast, Lois sucked hungrily on the other tit. She extended her tongue and ran it round and round the tender pink areola. Then she tugged long and hard on the swelling nipple.
"Oooohhh! Mmmmmm! Feels good!" Jean sighed. Her body still tingled with memories of Jimmy's hard cock. It was easy for her to respond to this renewed attention to her breasts.
"Ohhh, Jeannie, darling," Lois moaned. "It feels so nice to be able to play with your titties. Makes me feel loved. Women are so much softer than men."
For a moment Jean had to come to terms with the fact that what was happening was unnatural. An onlooker might call it lesbianism! It felt good, though, awfully good to feel another woman's gentle touch on her breasts. After a few minutes' rationalization, she realized a stranger would have called what happened with Jimmy unnatural too.
And there certainly had been nothing wrong with that.
It was time she learned to obey her own instincts about what was right and wrong. Not impersonal social convention.
Only she could know what her own needs were.
And only she could see that they were satisfied.
"Yesssss, Lois darling! Suck me like that! Feels so nice."
Jean closed her eyes and concentrated on the inciting sensations springing from her swelling tits. Her body was coming alive once again, pulsing with hot pangs of arousal. She could feel her pussy seeping Jimmy's cum and her own love-juices inside her panties.
"Darling, let me undress you," Lois said in a husky voice. "I want to see what you look like naked."
Jean was doubtful for a moment, but one look into her friend's trusted face made her relax. She let Lois remove her blouse, pants and panties. Then on impulse, she began to undress Lois. It took her only a few moments. Her friend wore nothing but a light cotton dress.
The sensuous redhead looked critically at Lois's full swelling breasts, her taut waist, her trim hips and ass. Relieved of the bonds of propriety, she found the sight titillating.
She was turned on by her girl friend's naked body!
She reached up and squeezed one of the other woman's ripe tits. Lois had been standing, but she settled onto her knees on the couch and gave Jean a breast to suck. The redhead opened her mouth wide and closed her lips tightly around the tender nubbin of Lois's nipple. It felt smooth and rubbery. She liked to stab it with her tongue. To suck on it like a hungry baby.
For a moment she looked up at her friend. "Oh, Lois," she said. "I never knew it could be so good. I love the feel of your tit in my mouth, darling." She sucked with more abandon, coating the whole round surface of Lois's breast-mound with her saliva. From time to time she nipped the other woman's nipple with her teeth.
"Ooooohh, feels good," Lois moaned. "You're making me feel so nice, Jean honey. Mmmmmm." The redhead was becoming more and more stimulated by the closeness of the brunette's lush body. She could feel the soft fur of Lois's cunt brushing against her belly. Driven by an overwhelming desire to touch her cunt, she slipped a finger into the tangled thatch and searched out the swollen tip of Lois's clitoris.
"Aaaaiiieeee!" Lois wailed. "Oh yesssss! Tickle my clit for me, darling! Feels so goood!"
Curious to know more about the feel of another woman's cunt, she probed farther into the naked cunt-slit. Lois's cunt-hole was wet. Jean slipped her finger up inside and coated it with the seeping moisture of her friend's arousal.
Then she pulled back out and ran the wet finger round and round the turgid tip of Lois's stimulated clitoris.
"Oooohhh, God-d-d!" Lois groaned. She held Jean's head close to her tits, clawing her hair in the fervor of her excitement.
"Mmmmmm," Jean moaned. Her body was reacting spontaneously now to the wanton abandon of titillating another woman's pussy. It was different from making love to a man. But just as exciting in its own way.
It was thrilling to feel another woman become hot and wet from her touch. She liked feeling Lois's clitoris all hard and excited-to hear her friend moan from the pleasure of her probing fingers.
While she sucked and nipped abandonedly at the brunette's nipple, she shoved a finger far into Lois's cunt and began to move it back and forth. She felt the strong muscles of the other woman's cunt clasping at the slender intrusion. Simultaneously, her own pussy became wetter and hungrier.
"Ohhhhh, darling-g-g-g! I love the way you're fucking me with your finger! Do it like that! Do it harder! Harder!"
Obediently, Jean drove her finger in and out of Lois's pussy with the fury of a piston. She was afraid she might hurt her friend, but Lois was moaning lustily. She obviously had no complaints about what Jean was doing to her. In fact she was enjoying it intensely.
"Aaaarrrgggghhh! Oh God-d-d, Jeannie. My pussy feels so fine!" The brunette had her legs spread open lewdly and was riding up and down Jean's finger as though she were on a merry-go-round. Each time the finger was embedded deep inside, she squirmed her hips wantonly, getting the most from the maddening titillation inside her belly.
"Mmmmm, Lois, honey," Jean moaned. Her tongue darted out and played with the hard prong of Lois's nipple. "Your pussy's so wet inside, lover. So wet and hot. You like it, don't you?"
"Yesss, Jeannie ... God, you're playing with me so nice ... Aaaahhhh, I'm, I'm ... cummmmingg-g-g!"
Jean could hardly believe her ears. She was making another woman cum just from the manipulations of her finger. She felt Lois's juices run down over her wrist, and her own cunt flared with desire.
"Mmmmm, Lois, that's soooo nice, baby. I like to feel you cumming. Oooohh!"
Before she knew what was happening, Lois had lowered herself onto the floor. She knelt between Jean's knees and lowered her head to the moist slit of Jean's hotly aroused cunt.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!" the younger woman wailed as she felt Lois's tongue lapping at her clitoris. "Aaaaahhh, Jee-zuz!"
Encouraged by her initial success, the brunette began to work her tongue up and down the sensitive lips of Jean's pussy. She prodded lewdly at her friend's seeping cunt-hole. Then she worked her way slowly, enticingly back up to the hardened bud of Jean's clitoris.
"Mmmmmm, aaaaahhhh. So good! Soooo good!" Jean exclaimed. Her mind-was reeling with the thrill of feeling her girl friend's mouth on her pussy. She abandoned herself completely to the lusty sensation.
Her cunt ground rhythmically against Lois's face. She moaned encouragement as she shut her eyes and immersed herself in the tingles assaulting her quivering cunt.
For a moment, Lois looked up at her friend. "Does it feel good, darling?" she asked. "I want to make you feel good. Like you did for me. That was so beautiful, baby."
From her teen-aged lover, and now from her girl friend, Jean was learning the true meaning of sharing. Never before had she known so much give-and-take in lovemaking. It was wonderful to bring ecstasy to a lover, and then to have him or her return that pleasure a hundredfold.
"Beautiful!" she moaned. "You make me feel so beautiful, Lois."
Jean could feel the ominous signs building deep in the pit of her belly. It wouldn't be long now before she experienced again the wonderful contentment of pure sexual release. Every nerve-ending danced with excitement. Her body was all response, all centered on that agile tongue working on her pussy-slit.
"Do it to meeeee, Lois darling!" Jean grunted. She began to writhe sensuously down against the couch cushion. She wasn't sure what Lois was doing to her, but the way the flat of her tongue was working on her clitoris was sending her into a blissful never-never-land of arousal.
"Oooohhhh! Oooohhh! Soooo good! Lois, Lois ... oh God, you're making me cummmmmm...." It was the strangest experience the young housewife had ever known. She seemed to be carried over the brink of orgasm on a silver cloud. No strain, no tension ... just soft and incredibly easy. So pleasurable.
She was oblivious to anything or anybody for several moments. Then at last she raised Lois's face from her pussy. She closed her lips on Lois's in their first kiss. It was long and searching, passionate yet tender.
"That was wonderful, Lois. Thank you," Jean whispered.
"I loved doing it to you, darling. Your pussy tastes so nice."
The two women lay naked together on the couch for some time, enjoying the privacy of their unnatural togetherness.
When Jean had to get up to start dinner, she invited Lois to stay to eat with her and Harvey.
As usual, Jean's husband was exhausted when he got home. He ate his dinner in near silence. Then he fell asleep in front of the TV.
He scarcely seemed to notice the two women, who scarcely seemed to notice him. They were far too absorbed in each other.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Over the next few days, Lois and Jean became almost inseparable.
Jean was enjoying the new fascination of a close friendship with another woman who could also satisfy her sexual needs. She discouraged Jimmy's attentions, feeling it was for the boy's own good. What she needed now, Jean knew, was honest encounters with mature adults. Adults who had the same needs and the same determination as she.
The first step in her new life was a night on the town with Lois. With Harvey away on another selling trip, Jean felt free to accompany her girl friend to a popular downtown nightclub.
They found a couple of seats at the bar and ordered cocktails. It was only a matter of a few minutes before a handsome-looking blond man approached them. He smiled warmly at Lois.
"Hi," he said. "My friend and I were wondering if you girls would care to join us. We're from out of town. Some company would sure help drive away the homesick blues."
The two women looked over at the table the man indicated. A handsome, roan about thirty smiled back at them.
The women looked at each other and exchanged a brief nod.
"We'd love to join you," Lois said.
"Great. My name's Tom. Come on over and I'll introduce you to Pete."
When introductions were completed, Tom ordered a round of drinks. The foursome chatted over tall zombies.
Jean was feeling very nervous. It was bold of her, she knew, to be out hustling men like this. But she felt she would be safe as long as Lois was with her. There was no doubt what all four of them were after. That was okay with her. It was time she started being honest about her needs.
Partway through her second drink Jean realized she was pretty drunk. The alcohol made her feel more excited, more daring. She made no protest when Pete suggested they all go back to their hotel room.
By some unspoken agreement between the men, Pete ended up with Jean and Tom with Lois. Lois sat very close to the blond man in the front seat of the car on the way over to the hotel. She giggled and wiggled next to him.
Jean realized Tom was playing with Lois as he drove. The thought made her pussy tremble.
It seemed so naughty, what they were doing.
Jean hadn't been on a real date since long before she married Harvey. They'd been steadies then husband and wife for so long, she forgot what it was like to go out with a new man.
She found Pete to be very attractive. He was quite tall and strong-looking. He wore an expensive-looking dark-green suit and a flashy pink and green tie. She realized he was probably a bit of a swinger, and the thought titillated her.
Imagine ... Jean Masters out on a date with a man-about-town!
Jean was so excited she didn't even have time to worry about Harvey and what she was doing to him. Betraying their marriage vows!
Random thoughts flashed in and out of her mind so quickly that she forgot for a moment where she was and who was with her. Then she felt a hand wander over the front of her low-cut cocktail dress. It crept inside and clasped a naked tit!
"Ooooohhh!" she moaned huskily. She looked at the man beside her and saw that he was grinning at her. In fact, not so much grinning as leering. For a moment she felt afraid of him. Then the impression passed. Once again she decided Pete was a handsome, nice guy.
"That's a sweet tit you've got there, baby," he whispered in her ear. The warmth of his hot breath made her pussy flare with desire while goose bumps stood out on her neck.
"Oooohhhhh," she groaned. Through the effect of the alcohol, she realized he was squeezing her nipple awfully hard. So hard that it ought to be hurting. But instead, strange ripples of a new kind of pleasure were flowing through her veins.
"Jee-zuz, I can hardly wait to fuck you, baby," he grunted in a low voice.
Jean felt her pussy-lips swell with anticipation. She could hear Lois groaning in the front seat. The sound fired her passion. It felt incredibly wicked to be shamelessly making out like this, and she was loving every minute of it.
"Uuuuhh, squeeze my nipple like that," she groaned into Pete's ear. "God, it feels nice."
"Christ, you're a greedy little thing," he told her. "I bet your twat is soaking wet already." No sooner had he spoken than his hand left her tit and disappeared under the hem of her dress. It didn't take long to find out that the redhead wasn't wearing panties.
"Shameless bitch," he moaned, his eyes were gleaming with desire.
His finger began to worry the hardening nub of her clitoris. Then his hand worked back along her pussy-lips. He shoved a finger all the way up inside her heated cunt.
"Aaaaiiieeee!" she moaned. Weakened by the alcohol and by the titillating sensations of his finger, Jean was a writhing inferno of desire.
The stranger's hand up inside her pussy felt incredibly good. Her whole body was trembling with the force of her arousal.
"Mmmmm! Ooooohhhh!" she sighed.
"Better get back to the hotel on the double, Tom!" Pete said. "I've got myself a real hot one on my hands!"
"You aren't the only one, boy!" Tom replied.
Jean could hear Lois moaning wantonly up front. She realized that the drinks had hit her girl friend as hard as they had her. Lois too, she knew, was aroused by the daring wantonness of their evening's adventure.
They soon arrived at the hotel. It was smaller and less impressive than Jean had expected. But it was reasonably clean. The men's room contained two double beds, a night table and a dresser. A bathroom was off to one side.
The door had just closed behind them when the men threw the two drunk women onto one of the beds and began to undress them. Both women were startled by the abruptness and the roughness the men were using on them. They struggled slightly against their groping hands.
"Hey, Tom-honey," Lois said. "Why don't we have a little drink first? Let's not get into this too fast. It's more fun when you wait a little, don't you think?"
"No thanks, baby," Tom grunted as he pulled Lois's dress up over her head. "My prick's hot and throbbing already. No point in waiting."
Both women had worn stockings and garter belts especially for the evening. Although they were no longer the fashion, Lois had convinced Jean that men found them sexy. It would be fun too, she had said, to wear them without panties.
"Well, will you look at this!" Pete exploded. "They look like something straight out of a porn magazine. Shit, it sure turns me on though."
"Yeah, me too," Tom agreed. "What do you say we leave them on? Them and the high heels? It'll be just like entertaining a couple of high-class hookers."
"Yeah," Pete laughed. "Only this time it's for free."
The two women were enjoying the thrill of writhing nearly naked on the bed in their stockings, garter belt and high heels. They lay side by side, their hips barely touching, waiting for the men to have their way with them.
"You're right, big boy," Lois moaned as she squirmed heatedly on the bed. "I'm ready when you are. No point in waiting. Why don't you get naked, baby?"
Tom was the first to start removing his clothes. He was excited by the sight of the two lewdly-attired women spread out on the bed. He undressed quickly.
His cock stood out firm and swollen as he walked to the edge of the bed.
"Ohhhhh, Tommy, what a beautiful big cock, baby!" Lois sighed.
The man gripped his prick at the base and pointed the bulbous head in her direction. His cock seemed to grow even larger before her eyes, the prick-head filling with blood.
"You like it?" he asked her roughly. "Then why don't you suck it, baby?"
"Mmmmm, yessss ... yessss let me suck it!" Lois was on hands and knees on the bed as she positioned herself for him. She faced the swaying, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock. She extended her tongue, then licked over the smooth swollen surface of his prick.
"Mmmm, tastes so good!" she moaned. She gripped the base of his prick. Holding it steady, she closed her mouth over the whole engorged length. Her long brown hair bounced as she bobbed her head back and forth on his cock. She stabbed his rigid prick with her tongue. Nibbled it gently with her teeth.
"Oooohh, baby...." the big man groaned. "I could tell the minute I laid eyes on you that you'd give a great head-job. Shit, that's good!"
Pete had already begun to remove his clothes when Lois started sucking Tom's cock. The lewd sight spurred him to action. When he was naked, he walked over to Jean. The redhead was watching enviously as her girl friend lapped at Tom's hard cock.
"You like watching that, baby?" Pete asked her gruffly.
"Ooooohhhh, yessss," Jean moaned. It aroused her intensely to be able to observe the other couple's lovemaking. She was reminded of the first time she had watched Lois give head.
She had come a long way since then. She no longer had to hide behind a wall. Now she felt free enough to openly participate in an orgy.
It hadn't occurred to Jean at first, but there was no doubt about it. She was attending her first orgy!
The young housewife made no protest as the older man maneuvered her around on the bed until she was in a kneeling position. She was still watching Lois's head bobbing up and down over Tom's cock.
Suddenly she felt pressure on her pussy-hole.
Pete was going to fuck her! Fuck her while she watched Lois suck cock!
The redhead could feel cunt-juice moistening her thighs as she realized the decadence of her position. Here she was in a sordid hotel room with two strange men. Now she was going to get fucked from behind while she watched her best friend give another guy head. It was incredibly depraved! But she was excited. More excited than she could ever remember being before.
"Uuuuuhh!" she grunted as the pressure of Pete's thick cock became more and more insistent.
"Jeez, that's a tight pussy!" Pete grunted. "It's fighting me! Shit, don't think you can hold out on me, baby! I'm coming right in there. Right now!"
He shoved brutally hard against her taut cunt-hole. Breaking through her resistance, he shoved his cock far up into her quivering pussy. As far as it would go.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" Jean wailed. Excited as she was, her cunt hurt from Pete's harsh entry. She realized he must have an incredibly hard cock. Harder than she had ever experienced before!
Her pussy throbbed with pain for the few seconds that he held his cock buried deep inside her pussy.
"Oooohh! Ohh, it hurts!" she protested. "Don't move. Don't move in me ... please!"
Heedless of the young woman's discomfort, Pete began to pull his turgid prick out of her clinging cunt-hole. When it was out as far as the tip, the length of his cock glistened with her juices. He shoved again. Again he buried his prick deep in her pussy.
"Oh nooooo! Please nooooo! Help me, Lois! Please!"
Jean was beside herself. Now that she was experiencing pain, she started to feel the shame and guilt of her abandoned behavior. She regretted the way she was abusing Harvey and the sanctity of their marriage. All she wanted now was to escape from this perverted situation.
She looked over at her girl friend. She trusted Lois. She had felt that the other woman would get up from the bed and tell the men they were both leaving.
In fact, she thought she saw the brunette's head begin to rise from Tom's cock. But his hands reached down and held her firmly. In a matter of moments, Lois was sighing and grunting abandonedly once again. It was obvious that Lois was giving little thought to her friend's plight.
"Uuuugggghhhh! Aaarrrggghhhh! Nooooo...." Jean continued to wail as the big man's cock skewered steadily in and out of her stretched cunt. The pain had, in fact, become less intense now. Jean was protesting more out of guilt and fear than actual physical pain. Whatever the motive behind her groans, the man paid them little heed.
"Move that sweet ass of yours, baby!" he told her. His hands smacked down harshly against her bare buttocks. Jean heard the slap before the pain registered. It startled her into momentary silence.
It suddenly hit her that she and Lois no longer had any control over this situation. They had acted like a couple of sluts, picking up the men and necking shamelessly with them in the car. They could hardly complain now if the men treated them like the whores they were imitating.
Seen in this new light, Jean again felt darts of lust piercing her loins. It excited her that the man had slapped her ass. That he was making her do what he wanted her to! She felt the moisture from her cunt flowing along her stockinged thighs as she did his bidding. She began to wriggle her hips shamelessly. The white moons of her buttocks undulated back at him, framed in the black strips of her garters.
"God, you're a shameless little bitch," Pete told her. His voice was hoarse. It was obvious he was incredibly excited. He slapped Jean's buttocks again.
"Oooohhh!" she moaned. But this time there was no doubt she was enjoying the pleasure of her pain. "Oh God, fuck me! Fuck meeee!"
"You bet your sweet little ass I'll fuck you," he told her. He began to lunge powerfully into her slick pussy. He groaned as he felt her cunt-lips clasp his cock greedily. "Jee-zuz, you're a hungry twat! Shit, my cock hasn't felt this good since I don't know when!"
"Mmmmm, baby, suck my prick ... yeah, that's the way...." Tom's head was thrown back in ecstasy. He was obviously having a certain amount of trouble standing. He held tight to the woman's curls while she bobbed her head lewdly back and forth along his turgid cock.
"Uuuuuhhhh," Lois moaned. Her ass was squirming shamelessly as she worked on Tom's cock. There was no doubt that she was uncontrollably excited by her slavish position. She loved having the man's hands holding her head over his prick! She loved sucking his rigid shaft! No onlooker could doubt that for a minute!
Jean watched her friend's shameless laboring over the stranger's cock with renewed enthusiasm. While she relished the thick cock reaming her cunt, she stared at Lois's lips nibbling hungrily on Tom's swollen cock-shaft. Once again she felt elated by the perverse thrill of sharing a night's decadence with her girl friend. She enjoyed being treated like a slut. She loved playing out her debased fantasies with strangers. Never again would she have to look these men in the eye. She could be whatever she wanted with them Just for tonight.
"Mmmmm! Fuck my pussy!" she wailed. "Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" She spread her legs farther apart. Bracing herself on her hands and knees, she thrust her ass back against Pete's pelvis with renewed energy. Her depraved excitement was causing the ominous swells of impending release to tease her clit and cunt-lips. She was running wild! Anything to get over the top! Anything!
Jean's tongue lolled out of her mouth as she watched Lois suck the blond man's cock like a starving child. Lois looked lewd in her garter belt, stockings and high heels. Jean was reminded of how she, too, must look to the man fucking her from behind.
Totally provocative. Shameless. Fuckable.
Whack! Again Pete slapped her soundly on the ass. That was all the impetus the redhead needed to shove her over the brink.
"Christ! Oh God ... I'm cummmmming-g-g-g!" she wailed. Her ass ground fitfully back against Pete's loins.
"Fuck, woman! You're doing it to meeee ... I'm cumming too! Jee-zuz-z-z!"
As she reveled in the hot gush of fluids shooting up into her pussy, Jean was barely aware of the excitement on the other side of the bed.
"Shit, look out, baby doll! I'm gonna fill that throat of yours with sweet stuff! Aaaahhhh!" Tom bellowed.
Despite her exhaustion, Jean made herself watch Lois swallow all the big man's sperm. Her tongue swiped out and licked his prick clean. Lois grinned. She was obviously pleased with her harvest.
Jean realized that Lois had been the only one who didn't get to cum. She thought about reaching over and helping her friend out ... but sleep came up on her like a prowler in the night ... and swept her off to the land of nod.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jean had no idea how long she had been asleep. Low groaning noises gradually roused her from her stupor. Even before she opened her eyes, she heard the men's voices.
"Christ, look at her move that ass! Incredible! Jeez, this woman was born to fuck!"
Jean dimly recognized Tom's voice.
"Uuuhhh, Christ! You should be under here, man! Then you'd know exactly how incredible it is!"
Jean opened her eyes and looked over at the other bed.
Pete was stretched out on his back. Lois was straddling him, her cunt riding slickly up and down the rigid pole of his cock. Tom, too, had an erection. He was kneeling next to the lewdly-coupled pair, his cock held in his hand. It looked as though he were trying to figure out some way to join the duo.
The redhead's first inclination was to get up and join the party. But then she got a better idea. She decided it would be fun to just lie here on her stomach, pretending to be asleep. She could spy on her three companions without their even knowing she was awake.
Her cunt began to pulse hotly at the lewd idea. She was still dopey with sleep and she rubbed her pussy against the mattress. The sensation was titillating. There was something about being a voyeur that obviously struck Jean's fancy. It turned her on to be the witness of an orgy. She hadn't wanted to admit it before. Now she didn't care.
"Wow, look at that sweet ass go!" Tom exclaimed. "Shit, she's hot as a bonfire!"
"Uuuhh, jeez! God, baby, are you hot or are you hot!" Pete exploded. He had his hands on Lois's hips. They guided her up and down on his turgid prick.
"Oooohh, boys," the brunette groaned. "My cunt's burning, darling! It wants to cum so bad!"
"Don't worry, baby! We'll see you get what you want. If it takes both of us to do it!" Tom told her. His cock was as hard as steel now. He stroked it with the tips of her fingers and his thumb.
The prospect of getting both men to fuck her seemed to turn Lois on. She sat straight up over Pete's hips. She raised and lowered her cunt in a frenetic, tantalizing rhythm.
Jean couldn't get over the picture of her friend's ass churning over Pete's cock. Lois seemed to have the strength of ten men, the way she moved her hips around, suspending herself above Pete's loins.
"Uuuuuhhh ... ooooohhhhh ... love it ... love it!"
Lois was riding Pete's cock harder and harder. Sweat beaded on her brow. Her ass wriggled frantically.
Jean could feel the moisture building between her thighs as she watched the threesome through half-closed eyes. Her girl friend's uncontrolled excitement affected her strongly. It was all she could do to keep herself from shoving a finger up her pussy. But that would spoil the game. That would give her away.
She wanted to fight against the call of her pulsing pussy until the last possible moment. She wanted to enjoy the perverse thrill of watching Lois get fucked.
Her attention was diverted by Tom, who seemed to have come to a decision of some kind. Apparently tired of being left alone with his throbbing erection, he kneeled behind Lois. Gently but firmly, he pushed her down until her tits touched Pete's chest. He grasped her ass-cheeks and spread them wide, gazing down at her tight sphincter.
Pete apparently had no idea what his friend was doing. He fucked Lois's hot pussy more and more slowly, his attention centered on his friend kneeling behind the brunette.
"Hey, buddy," he said at last. "What you got in mind?"
Tom grinned sadistically. "It seems to me, Pete, there's no reason why we can't both enjoy this hot twat at once. There's another tight little hole back here, you know." His finger prodded Lois's asshole and he shoved it up to the second knuckle.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" Lois wailed as the shocking realization of what the man intended to do to her hit home. "Oh God, no! Not my asshole! Please! You'll kill meeeee!"
Her protests became a long pain-racked groan as the man ground his finger around inside her virginal asshole.
While one hand loosened her ass up, Tom spit on his hand to lubricate the throbbing shaft of his erect prick. It leaped and throbbed excitedly. Obviously Tom was incredibly aroused by what he intended to do to the woman.
Jean held her breath as she watched the man guide his cock-head toward her girl friend's puckered asshole. Despite her loyalty to Lois, she couldn't help feeling excited by what was about to happen.
Two men at once!
They were going to fuck Lois in the cunt and in the ass at the same time!
Depraved as the idea was, Jean felt her cunt flare hotly at the idea. She felt confident enough that no one was watching her grind her pussy against the mattress a couple of times. Titillating as it might be to watch someone else get fucked in the ass, Jean had no desire to catch Tom's attention when he was in this mood.
Lois was tough. She could take it. Jean was sure she could never do it herself.
"Noooo! Oh nooooo! Don't do it to meeee!" Lois wailed as Tom pressed his cock-head against her asshole.
No one seemed to pay any attention to Lois. The focus of activity was her clenched rectum. Lois struggled gamely to keep the blunt-headed cock from invading her ass. She even tried appealing to Pete for help. But the second man's cock was throbbing excitedly inside her pussy at the prospect of taking part in a lewd sex sandwich.
"Mmmmppphh!" Tom grunted. "She's really fighting me! It's going to be a tight one!" He leaned forward with all his strength. That did it. His bulbous cock-head popped through the barrier of her sphincter. It drove far up into her asshole.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!" Lois wailed. "Oh God, noooo! It hurts! Please stop! For God's sake, stop it!"
Her body shook as she felt Pete's cock throb deep in her cunt. Her vulnerable asshole was an easy target for Tom's eager cock. He began to pull slowly out of her, just partway. Then again he shoved his prick in as deep as he could go.
Pete saw the tears running down the brunette's cheeks, but he paid no attention. He sensed the rhythm Tom was beginning to establish in her stretched ass. Slowly he began to stroke in and out of her pussy in time with Tom's ass-fucking.
Jean was beginning to get a little worried. Lois was really suffering. Perhaps she should try to help. But what could she do against two grown men? Satisfied that there was nothing to be done for her friend, she began to grind her cunt more abandonedly against the mattress.
It was incredibly obscene watching Lois being sandwiched by two virile strangers. Jean enjoyed the thrill of seeing something she was not supposed to. Carefully she slipped a hand under her belly down to her cunt. She shoved it up inside her pussy and held it there. That helped ease the agony of excitement a little. But she wanted to hold herself back as long as possible. She wasn't going to let herself go. Not yet.
"Nooo! No! No!" Lois whimpered again and again. Her words had lost their urgency now. She sounded more like she was suffering from hopelessness than pain.
"Oh, baby, you've got such a fine tight asshole!" Tom told her heatedly. "Enjoy it, baby! Why don't you relax and enjoy it? A hot twat like you should be able to appreciate having two hard cocks."
The men continued their lewd synchronized impalement. One cock stretching her asshole. The other prick stroking deep into her cunt. They kept up the rhythm for several minutes. The only sounds were the men's hard breathing and the woman's soft mewls.
Pete was the first to realize what was happening. "Jee-zuz, Tom, do you hear that? Shit ... I think she's beginning to enjoy it! Christ, what a hot cunt!" Excited by the woman's surrender to her debased position, Pete began to fuck more energetically into her pussy.
"Wowww! Yeah, man!" Tom grunted. "Goddamn it, I love buggering her sweet little ass-hole!" There was no doubt now that Lois was turning on to what was happening to her. Slowly but surely, her ass began to rock back to meet the thick cock skewering her ass ... to swallow the prick in her pussy....
"Oh God-d-d! Do it to meeee! Fuck, I've never felt this filled up before! Jee-zuz, it's good-d-d ... soooo good!"
From her position on the next bed, Jean could just make out the dazed gleam of excitement on Lois's face. Now that she knew for sure that Lois was getting a kick out of her slavish predicament, Jean let herself go. She raised her ass off the bed, giving her fingers easier access to her pussy. She titillated her cunt-hole and clitoris wantonly. Her ass moved in tempo with that of the ravished brunette.
"Ooohh, jee-zuz, boys! Fuck me! Fuck me! Aaaahhhhh, shit, ni-i-i-ce!" Her eyes half closed, Lois writhed out her lust like a woman possessed. Still dressed in her stockings, garter belt and high heels, she made a wanton picture. With both holes stuffed with cock.
The men were panting heavily now. Each struggled to keep up with the accelerated pace of the other.
"Shit, Tom, I've never had anything like it!"
"Me either, buddy. Christ! The tightest little ass-hole in town!"
The atmosphere in the room was heavy with pants, moans and groans. None of the lewdly-entwined threesome noticed the redhead frantically fucking herself with her fingers.
"Oh God ... Christ ... it's cumming! I'm going to blow into that sweet little asshole of yours, baby!" Tom closed his eyes and drove his cock deep into Lois's rectum.
"Me too! Here I cum, baby! I'm gonna blow into that hot twat of yours!"
Having the two men shoot their loads into her at once drove Lois over the top. Her body quivered with the intensity of her release.
"Uuuuuhhh!" Jean moaned. She was cumming, too, into the soft palm of her hand.
All four of the participants in the lewd orgy were speechless for some time. They were all feeling wrapped up in their own private worlds. This had been a night more wanton than any of them had ever known.
It had brought them pleasure ... incredible intense pleasure. Pleasure they would probably never forget for the rest of their lives.
The faces would soon dim from memory ... but the wrenching feeling in their guts would linger on ... and on ... and on....
It was with no regrets that the foursome parted company.
Lois called a cab. She snuggled down onto Jean's lap in the back seat and slept all the way home.
Jean wasn't tired. Her mind was reeling with all she had seen and done tonight. There were things she wanted to talk to Lois about.
But that could wait till later.
She looked tenderly down at her sleeping friend. How glad she was that she had Lois to share her new life with! There seemed no end to the possibilities of things they could do together!
I wonder what it's like, she thought. I wonder what it's like to have a cock up my ass!
The thought frightened her. And excited her.
CHAPTER NINE
Jean was bored.
The pretty redhead was also horny.
The problem was she couldn't make up her mind what to do about it this time. She and Lois had been doing a lot of drinking and partying during the past week. It had gotten so bad that Jean could no longer be content to spend the evening at home reading a book. She needed something to stimulate her.
Something sexual.
Like a nice hard cock.
The young housewife had never enjoyed such an active sex life. Even the early days of her marriage to Harvey had been nothing like the past week. Sometimes she even had two dates in the same evening. That sort of thing had always seemed disgusting to her before. Now it seemed like a necessity.
Men were beginning to complain that she wore them out. That they needed help. So Jean got them help. She sent them on their way, and found another enthusiastic replacement.
She went into the hall and looked in the mirror. Just to be sure she was still the same person she had been few months ago. She was not so sure. There was a different set to her jaw. Her eyes were more direct, challenging. She held her head of lustrous red hair high, proudly-as though she were daring the world to come out and get her.
There was no doubt about it. She had turned into what was called an easy lay. And men seemed to recognize it. Men who in the past would have shown her nothing but a tip of the hat in respect were now trying to proposition her.
Jean was beginning to worry that perhaps she was a little out of control. Maybe she was making sex too big a part of her life. But what else was there?
At the moment she could think of nothing she would rather do than fuck!
Lois had gone out for the evening on a hot date. Harvey was not due home for another two days-not that that mattered much. She and her husband had found little to say to each other of late. She put up with his occasional love-making. That was about it.
She knew it was wrong, but she had learned to have a certain amount of contempt for her husband. He almost never had anything on his mind but work. He was just plain boring! Compared to some of the guys she had met lately, Harvey was a dull old stick-in-the-mud! He had no dash ... no flair for living. And no flair for making her cunt feel satisfied. That was his worst sin in Jean's eyes.
The redhead looked at the mantle clock. It was nearly seven. She might as well have something to eat. But what?
Slowly she began to put together a bold plan. Why not phone for a pizza? She could have it delivered ... and if the delivery man turned out to be interesting ... well why not?
Once she had phoned in her order, she waited impatiently for her pizza to arrive. It was almost an hour before she heard a sharp rap on the door. She checked her appearance in the mirror before opening up. She wore a silk negligee that left little to the imagination. It left half her tits bare, and it clung provocatively to her hips and thighs.
The man with the pizza turned out to be a redhead like Jean. He was in his early twenties. Tall, slender and handsome. His eyes popped open wide when he saw the smooth white cleavage of Jean's tits.
"Hi," she greeted him brightly. "Why don't you come in while I look for my purse?"
Jean giggled as she headed for the bedroom. That was almost the same thing she had said to young Jimmy the first time she seduced him. How much more confident of her charms she was now than she had been then!
"Oh dam!" she exclaimed, loud enough for the young man in the living room to hear.
Just as she had hoped, she heard the footsteps approaching.
"Something the matter, ma'am?" he asked.
He stopped short when he saw Jean. Her negligee was open down the front now, displaying the erotic view of her pink-tipped breasts and red-fringed cunt.
"Yes, I broke the tie on my gown," she said mischievously. "Isn't that silly of me?"
Embarrassed, the delivery man turned to leave the room. She reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Don't go," she said in a soft, seductive voice. "Don't you like what you see?"
She watched her visitor's Adam's apple bob as he struggled to answer. "Why ... why yes ... I like it very much. But I don't think I should be in here. Your husband...."
"My husband is two thousand miles away," she told him. She drew his hand toward her cunt, placed it on her furry thatch. "Mmmmm, I like the feel of your hand there."
It was obvious then that the excited housewife had won. The boy's eyes darted nervously from her lush body to the bed and back again. His hand began to caress the thick patch of her cunt-hair. Suddenly his face broke into a broad, devilish grin.
"I think I'm beginning to get the idea, lady," he said. "You're horny, right? You want me to fuck you, right? Well, no gentlemen turns down an offer like that. Lie down. I'll be right with you."
He began to undress.
Her pussy pulsing with anticipation, Jean got naked and lay down on the bed. She could tell from his words that the young man had contempt for her. But that didn't intimidate her at all. She knew he would gain a new respect for her once he had sampled the tight caress of her cunt. He was obviously a college type who thought he had her pegged. She would teach him a thing or two.
By the time he was naked, his cock was already ready for her. It stood out long, hard and slender from his loins as he walked toward the bed. He knelt between her spread-eagled legs and lay upon her.
Jean felt the smooth hardness of his prick pressing against her cunt and she began to wriggle in anticipation. The boy was caressing her tits hungrily. He pinched the nipples between his fingers. His lips planted greedy kisses over her neck and ears.
"Mmmmm, I love the feel of your cock against me," she told him. "It's so nice and hard. Ooooohh, my pussy wants it so bad."
"Nice tits ... you got nice tits, lady," he told her between halting breaths. The youth was working himself up to a fever pitch of excitement already. His hands on her tits were harsh, heedless of her pleasure. He was feeling her up like a rutting animal who's long been deprived of a mate.
Jean found the youth's roughness exciting. She wasn't in bed with him to be made love to. She wanted to get fucked. It titillated her that he wanted her with the same impersonal abandon that she felt for him.
"Oh, Jee-zuz! Jee-zuz! Squeeze my tits!" she moaned. "Oooohhh, God!" She began to chum her pussy against him. She wanted that stiff cock of his up inside her. She wanted it bad.
And she was going to get it. Soon. If she had to shove it in herself.
He was sucking on a breast now. He bit softly on her nipple, then rolled it between his lips. He extended his tongue and lapped the hardening nubbin like a cat licking its paw. Then he blew on it.
His sucking made her tit tingle with raw excitement.
"Oooohhhh! Yummmm! Ni-i-i-ce!" she moaned "Mmmmm, do the other one for me, baby!"
She guided the youth's head toward her other tit. He licked and lapped at it with the same abandoned relish. Her moans grew louder, deeper, as her excitement grew.
Suddenly the delivery man began to scramble up over her body. Surprised, Jean looked up at his lust-drawn face as he straddled her chest. She looked down at her chest where his hard swollen cock was nestled between her tits. The bulbous head was pointed right at her chin. Her cunt tingled hotly as she contemplated its smooth hard contours.
"Uuuuuh, what are you doing?" she asked him. Her hips were churning hungrily down into the mattress. It was turning her on in a perverse way that he was making her wait for his prick. It made the prize seem all that much more desirable.
He reached down and squeezed her ripe tits toward each other. They stood up like two snowy mountain peaks with a rich deep valley between. Slowly, he began to pump his hips forward. His cock sawed back and forth in her inviting breast valley.
"Hhhnnnnhhh, Jeez!" he grunted. "I've always wanted to fuck a woman in the tits! Yours are such nice big ones, lady, I thought this would be as good a time as any to try it out."
Jean's heart beat fast with her depraved stimulation. Her cunt was aching for cock. Yet at the same time she was enjoying the perverted thrill of watching his turgid cock skewering back and forth between her sensitive breasts. His cock felt smooth and rubbery. The tit-fucking was arousing. Physically as well as mentally.
"But ... but I wanted you to fuck me," Jean said with a dreamy sensual smile. Her lips pouted and she licked them lewdly. She knew he was watching her face and she wanted to tease him with her lascivious abandon.
"Mmmmm, God, it's so sexy feeling you screwing my tits with your nice big prick," she moaned up at him. "Uuuuuhh, I dig it, lover! Shit, it feels good!"
Jean watched him, to see how he was reacting His face showed a sensual, lust-dazed expression. Obviously he was totally involved in what was happening.
He was no longer feeling superior to her. He was needing her. Grooving on the soft feel of her tits. His cock getting harder by the minute. She watched him wet his fingers with saliva and spread it on his prick. It made his swollen organ slide easily through the milk-white cleft of her tits. The improvement was obvious in the expression on his face, which became even more shaded with lust.
"Uuuuuhh, Christ!" he moaned. "What sweet tits, lady! Love the feel of my cock rubbing against them! Ooh, man!"
Jean's excitement was growing by leaps and bounds. She could feel her cunt getting very wet. Watching the rigid shaft of the stranger's cock was sending her into paroxysms of desire. She wanted that swollen instrument inside her pussy. She was past the point of being satisfied with titillation.
She needed to be fucked.
Right now.
"God baby, put your cock in my cunt! Now! Please!" she wailed. "It's so hot and hungry, baby! I need it so bad!"
Her wanton plea was more than the red-headed male could resist. He eased himself down so that he was again straddling her full-length. His pulsing cock jabbed teasingly along her slick cunt-furrow, looking for that soft wet hole. He held her firmly down against the bed, balancing himself against her shoulders. His cock maneuvered lewdly in her pussy-slit. Searching, searching.
Then, at last, he found it.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" she moaned as his stiff prick surged far up into her cunt. "Jee-zuz! Jee-zuz, it's good! Fuck me, lover! Fuck meeeeeee!"
No sooner had he penetrated her than her hips were humping wildly up against his loins. She was eager to fuck. No slow building tempo for this wanton housewife. She wanted everything he had. Right away.
The delivery man put everything he had into obliging the squirming redhead beneath him. Struggling to hold her pinned to the mattress, he rammed his hips forward again and again. He groaned as he felt his cock slam up iinto her. He could feel his cock-tip grazing the soft protrusion of her cervix.
Over and over again he thrust his pulsing prick deep into her trembling cunt. She moaned and writhed beneath him. He knew that his cock was being appreciated. Never had he been more turned on by a female's brazen sensuality.
"Ahhhh, Jee-zuz, woman ... that's one sweet cunt you got! It's doing all the right things for my prick, let me tell you! Jeez, shit!"
He concentrated on what was happening. Her cunt-muscles gripped his prick tight and began to milk his cock as he fucked her. He had no intention of blowing his wad until he had reamed her good. But with a dynamite twat like this one, he would have to be careful not to shoot too soon. It would be all too easy to fill her pussy up right now!
Even in the midst of her aroused abandon, Jean found time to smile at the way the young stranger was responding to her. She was enjoying the wanton sense of victory she experienced every time a man fell prey to her seductive charms. She knew she was a good lay. Plenty of men had told her so.
But it still thrilled her every time a new man lunged into her with rapacious lust. Helpless against the overwhelming lure of her female charms.
"Mmmmmm, baby! Your big prick feels so good inside me," she told him. "Do it to me harder, lover. Do it harder!"
Obediently, the slender redhead thrust his throbbing cock forcefully into her greedy twat. His pelvis slammed down hard against hers. A loud slap echoed through the room each time their loins met. And each time, her pussy ground fitfully up against him, begging for more ... trying to draw his cock even deeper into her.
"Mmmmmm, Jeez! You're a good fuck," she told the delivery man lewdly. "I love the feel of your stiff cock! I love it!"
"Mmmmm, baby! I know you do! I can tell! It's all yours too, doll! I'm going to fuck your brains out! Fuck you till you can't see straight!" The young man had caught the contagion of her wild abandon. His breath rasped from his throat as he choked out his words of passion.
"Yeah, baby, do it to me! Do it to me!" She wrapped her legs around his hips. Her feet slapped encouragingly against his ass-cheeks. Goading him on like a horse between her thighs!
* * *
Harvey Masters had been lucky. For once he had got a reprieve from his endless rounds of customer interviews and sales meetings.
A weekend seminar in Chicago had been cancelled at the last minute. Relieved and exhausted, Harvey had caught the first available plane for home. He didn't bother to call Jean. It would be fun to surprise her, he decided.
God knew there had been little enough fun in their relationship lately.
Harvey wasn't quite sure how it had happened, but an iron wall seemed to have sprung up between him and his wife in the last few weeks. Jean's behavior had been distant and somewhat arrogant.
Harvey had gotten the distinct impression lately that Jean scorned him. That she felt he was no longer good enough for her. He wasn't sure of his feelings. He had no concrete evidence. Her words were always pleasant enough. It was her attitude. Something intangible about the way she acted toward him.
All the way home on the plane, Harvey thought about him and Jean and how their marriage had cooled over the years. Whose fault was it? He didn't know. He didn't even think that was very important.
What he did know was that he loved Jean and wanted to stay with her. He would do anything in his power to hold onto her. Anything!
He decided to have a heart-to-heart talk with his wife first thing in the morning. It was time they got some thoughts and feelings out in the open. They had been strangers to each other too long.
As he drove himself home from the airport.
Harvey's thoughts dwelled on a hot shower and a good night's sleep. Tomorrow he would be able to deal with everything. Tonight he needed his rest.
Harvey was surprised to see a pizza delivery truck parked in his driveway. He left his car in the street and went into the house.
Great idea, he thought. He hadn't eaten the meal the stewardesses had served on the plane. But the image of a hot pizza piled high with sausages and mushrooms made his mouth water. He hoped she ordered a large one.
It confused him that the living room was empty. The pizza sat on the coffee table still wrapped in its box. Harvey reached down and eased the pizza out of the carton. It was stone cold.
Beginning to feel genuinely alarmed now, Harvey headed toward the back of the house. He stopped abruptly when the unmistakable moans of his own wife making love assaulted his ears.
Cold shivers raced up and down his spine. Never for a moment had he suspected his wife was being unfaithful to him. The thought simply never entered his mind.
Now, in one fell swoop, the man realized what a fool he had been. How blind! All the signs had been there ... her coolness, her haughty aloofness, her air of condescension every time he reached over to make love to her!
"Mmmmm, Jeez, you're a good fuck," he heard Jean say. "I love the feel of your stiff cock! I love it!"
Harvey was not the kind of man who angered easily. But when he did, he saw red.
He was seeing red now. And it was having the same effect on him that it has on the bulls in Pamplona!
He wanted to tear somebody apart limb from limb!
He wanted to hurt as much as he was being hurt!
When he heard the man's voice telling his wife how he was going to fuck her brains out, he stampeded fiercely into the bedroom.
"What the fuck's going on here!" he raged. "Get the hell off my wife before I knock your head in!"
The sight of Jean's legs wrapped around another man's back while her pussy humped up toward his stiff cock was agony to Harvey.
As soon as the lewdly-entwined pair on the bed heard the big man's voice, they flew apart.
If Harvey hadn't been so angry, he would have laughed. They looked so startled, like they'd both just been given an electric shock. Too terrified to move, they looked up at him like frightened children.
The two redheads. Naked. Their bodies beaded with sweat.
Suddenly the young man looked accusingly at Jean. "I thought you told me your husband was two thousand miles away," he said. "You know I would never have done it unless...."
"Shut your fucking mouth!" Harvey told him in a voice that demanded obedience. When the man was looking at him again, he said, "What kind of chicken-shit scum tries to dump all the blame on the woman? You're a fine-fucking excuse for a man, aren't you? I thought my wife had better taste than that!"
"Look, mister, I'm sorry," the young delivery man said and started to say more. But Harvey's look silenced him.
"Why don't you just shut your mouth and open your eyes, boy?" Harvey told him contemptuously. "You might learn something."
Harvey began unfastening the buckle of his trousers. He had already thrown his suit jacket on the dresser.
"Harvey, listen, I can explain," Jean said. She seemed to have overcome her initial terror.
"You keep your mouth shut, bitch!" Harvey told her through clenched teeth.
"But, Harvey...."
"Shut up!" he bellowed.
This time he got no argument.
He stood in the middle of the bedroom floor, methodically removing his clothes. When the young delivery man started to scramble off the bed and reach for his clothes, Harvey moved forward and stepped on his hand.
"I want you to stick around for a while kid," he said menacingly. "I'm not going to hurt you. It's not what you deserve, but I'm going to let you live-this time. Just sit quietly in a comer, so you can learn above wives and husbands. Maybe you'll remember ... and restrict your prick to unattached cunt in the future...."
Harvey finished undressing. His rival sat quietly on a comer of the bed nearest the wall. His wife still sat naked on the spot where she had been madly fucking the pizza man a few minutes before.
When Harvey started to walk toward her, Jean observed with surprise that he was getting an erection!
No doubt about it! His cock was getting steadily longer and harder until it stood out stiff and pulsing from his belly by the time he reached her. He kneeled on the bed next to her and slapped her briskly across the face.
"Oooowwww!" she cried as she was knocked sideways onto the mattress.
Jean buried her face in the bedspread and began to tremble. It was gradually dawning on her that Harvey was not the shrinking milquetoast she had always imagined.
Clearly, all Harvey had needed was the right occasion to show just how powerful a man he could be. He was not going to stand any more for her condescending ways. There was no doubt he intended to punish her soundly for her infidelity. She lay quivering on the bed, expecting more blows.
Harvey grabbed her by the hips and turned her over so she was lying stretched out on her stomach.
Then they came.
Blow after blow rained down on her round upthrust ass. Harvey's face was set in a cold frown of concentration as he watched the red welts spread over her trembling ass-cheeks. He had never hit his wife before ... never hit any woman ... but he was getting infinite satisfaction out of paying his unfaithful mate back for what she had done to him.
His cock remained hard as he kneeled over her, whacking her ass with the flat of his hefty hand. He was deriving satisfaction, too, from the knowledge that her lover was watching and trembling. Wondering, no doubt, if there was a beating in store for him too. Harvey outweighed the youth by a good sixty pounds. Both of them realized there would be little contest in a fight.
"Ooooohhhh, nooooo," Jean wailed.
Tears flowed down her cheeks as her buttocks smarted with the growing pain. She knew she deserved what she was getting. The old Jean inside her knew she had treated her husband shabbily, knew she rated a good spanking. But that didn't stop the pain from hurting. Didn't stop the tears of hurt and humiliation from overflowing her eyes.
"Noooo, Harvey! Please stop! I'll be good, I promise!"
Jean turned her head to one side and tried to look back at her husband. Her searching gaze was diverted by the sight of his hard cock lurching from his belly.
She felt a perverse tingle deep inside her belly. All of a sudden she knew exactly what she wanted.
She wanted Harvey to fuck her so they could make up and be friends and lovers once again. She wanted to show him with her body how much she loved him and respected him and needed him. Like a naughty child hungry for its mother's approval, she wanted Harvey to prove with his cock that he still loved her.
Never before had Jean experienced this kind of masochistic desire. But the feeling was intense, overwhelming. Groveling on her belly before her husband like a sinner in repentance, she wiggled her ass slightly, begging him to fuck her.
"Oh, Harvey, please don't hate me any more, darling!" she cried. "Tell me it's okay. Love me, Harvey! Love me!"
The enraged husband was at once disgusted and stimulated by his wife's total submission to his anger. He could tell by the way she was undulating her ass-cheeks now that she desired him. It revolted him that she could find a beating exciting. That was perverted, for Chrissakes!
But at the same time he wanted her too! The sight of her red smarting ass wiggling slavishly before him made him eager to pursue his original plan. The plan formulated at the moment of his first rage-when he saw his wife's legs clinging to the young redhead's back, pulling him forward into her rapacious cunt.
He wanted to fuck her ass!
That would be a punishment she'd never forget!
He grabbed her ass and raised her onto hands and knees. He could feel her body trembling, whether in fear or excitement, he wasn't sure.
"Oh, Harvey darling, yes. Fuck me, please fuck me!" she called back to him over her shoulder. "Show me you love me, baby!"
"I'm going to show you not to fuck around, bitch ... that's what I'm going to show you!"
Jean was trembling with excitement at rediscovering the He-man inside her hard-working husband. Now that Harvey was taking her firmly in hand ... showing her who was boss around the house ... she realized it had been him she wanted all along. She wanted him to give her some attention, prove to her how much he loved her.
He had been trying to do it with material wealth. She wanted something else ... something more intimate. She wanted the feeling of his hands on her, his cock in her ... taking her masterfully ... making her his....
"Oh, Harvey, I need you so bad," she moaned. She wriggled her ass back salaciously. She licked her lips in eager anticipation of that thick hard cock of her husband's.
She wanted his prick to stuff her cunt. She wanted his cock more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
Harvey grinned sadistically. He was beginning to realize just how badly Jean wanted him to fuck her.
I'll fuck her all right, he thought. I'll give her the sweet surprise of a lifetime!
His hand slipped along the slit of her pussy. Her cunt was sopping wet!
Jeez, what a shameless bitch! he told himself. She should be feeling guilty about fucking around on me, and all she's thinking about is getting laid!
"Mmmmm, Harvey, Ni-i-i-ce!" she moaned. "Ooooh, baby, I'm so ready for you!"
Still grinning, Harvey coated his cock with her juices. Then he grasped his cock firmly at the base and moved it in close behind her. He let the tip graze the puckered hole of her ass for just a second. Then at the moment when he felt her relaxing, he shoved his cock up inside her asshole!
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" his red-headed wife wailed. She had never for a moment suspected that Harvey would try to do this awful thing to her. She couldn't take it! He'd kill her!
"Aaaaaiiieeee! Please stop, Harvey darling!! Please stop! You're hurting meeeee!" Once again the tears, flowed from her eyes. The physical pain was sharp. But worse still was the thought that her husband despised her so much ... enough to humiliate her like this ... and in front of a total stranger at that!
"Uuuuuhhh!" Harvey grunted as he felt her asshole gripping his cock. He had never fucked a woman in the ass before. But he felt that if ever anyone deserved it, it was his unfaithful wife. He'd give her an ass-fucking that would live in her memory ... that would come out to haunt her every time she even looked at another man!
Despite the anger that had initiated his buggery scheme, Harvey was experiencing, too, a new kind of enjoyment from shoving his cock into his wife's asshole. It was tight! Tighter even than her tight little cunt! His cock throbbed eagerly up inside her ass! Hungry for more of the perverted titillation!
He began to move his cock in and out of her defiled rectum. It gave him an obscene thrill to watch the shaft of his prick emerge from her sphincter ... then disappear once again deep inside.
"Hhnnnnhhh ... oh, Harvey ... why are you doing this to me, darling? Haven't you hurt me enough?"
Jean was thoroughly distraught now. Her-husband's cock moving back and forth in her ass-hole seemed to tease her with her own humiliation. From the comer of her eye, she could see the pizza man watching her. She realized he was playing with his erect cock. He was enjoying her degradation!
And her own husband was letting this happen to her! He was thoroughly humiliating her in front of a complete stranger! He was fucking her in the ass ... against her will ... against all sense of decency....
"Oooohhh," she moaned. Surprised, she realized that the pain had passed now. What remained to plague her was her own sense of degradation.
Gradually though, imperceptibly, that sense of degradation began to fade into something else. Once again the masochism that had lain dormant inside her for so long rose to the surface. She began to thrill to the very idea of her own humiliation. She began to turn on to the thought that Harvey was fucking her ass because he loved her. Because he wanted to show her that she was his ... irrevocably ... it was as though he were branding her with the iron of his swollen cock searing her asshole.
"Uuuuhhh, Harvey," she moaned.
Harvey wasn't sure, but he thought he detected a change in the tone of his wife's voice. The despair seemed to have gone. Her cries were sounding more like ... yes, he was sure of it ... pleasure! She was beginning to enjoy being fucked in the ass!
At first he felt disgust that his own wife could actually be turned on by something that was intended as a punishment. But almost at once the disgust evaporated. Excitement was left in its place. He wanted to give her pleasure! He wanted to make her cum from being fucked in the ass!
Harvey began to stroke his cock in and out of his wife's asshole with a new resolve. His anger was fast fading, being replaced by a new sense of intimacy. He had never shared an experience so compelling with Jean before. He had never realized the full extent of her sexuality before. He wanted to become a part of that. He wanted to share that with her.
Bound together in a new perverse intimacy, husband and wife writhed together in a building fury of sexual abandon. They no longer paid the slightest attention to the young man stroking his cock on the edge of the bed. They were in a world of their own ... enjoying each other as they had not for months or even years....
"Oh, Harvey, darling," Jean moaned. "Ooooohhhh! It's wonderful, baby! Fuck my ass, lover! Do it to meeee!"
The young housewife was flash-backing to the night she had watched her girl friend Lois being fucked in the ass while another man fucked her pussy. At last she could understand the pleasure that Lois had obviously felt. But she sensed that her own pleasure was probably something more than the brunette had experienced. Hers had a different meaning.
It was her own dear husband who was spreading wide the walls of her ass with his cock! He was doing it because he loved her! That was the ultimate pleasure to Jean!
She loved feeling Harvey's cock invading her anus. She loved being the submissive woman to his domineering male. It made her feel loved, protected. That was what she needed more than anything else. More than strange cock. More than two fucks a night.
She needed Harvey to love her and care about her and show her who was boss.
"Oh, Harvey, I love you!" she wailed.
"Me too, baby! I love you too!" he told her. His anger forgotten, the big man cared only about the pleasure assailing his swelling cock. He loved the way his wife's ass hugged his cock-length. He loved the way she was turning on to him, giving him everything she had.
His strokes became deeper and faster as his excitement swelled inside his balls. He knew it wouldn't be long now before he exploded. He could feel the ominous signs assaulting his nerve-endings.
Her squirming release gave her husband the go-ahead for his own surrender.
"Aagghhh, Jeez! Me too! I'm squirting it into your sweet ass, baby!" he bellowed. He held his cock buried far up in her clenching ass until the last of his thick sperm had forsaken his balls for her hot belly.
It gave him an odd sense of victory to know he had filled her there.
They lay together, united in a new intimacy. Neither seemed to pay any attention as the delivery man tiptoed from the bedroom, cock wet and flaccid, clothes in hand.
"And take your goddamned pizza with you!" Harvey called after him. Then he rolled his wife over onto her back and enclosed her in his arms.
"Welcome back, wife," he told her.
"Glad to be here, husband," she replied. Her face expressed dreamy smile. Her eyes brimmed with tears. But this time they were happy tears.
CHAPTER TEN
It took a while for life to return to normal in the Masters household.
And even at that-it was a different kind of "normal" from what Jean and Harvey had known before. They were able to work out a relationship that was stimulating and rewarding for both of them.
Harvey made Jean tell him all about her earlier infidelities. At first, the stories angered him and he felt the urge to make his wife suffer again. But with time, and with the improved intimacy of their marriage, he began to listen calmly to her lewd tales of lust and seduction.
He often got turned on to them. After every story, he fucked his wife soundly and wrenched from her vows of undying faithfulness. He made it clear that he didn't want her to resume her old life. Jean confessed she no longer had any desire to run around.
Harvey was man enough for her. Plenty man enough!
At first the young husband wasn't sure how he felt about Lois, their nexK.oor neighbor. After all, it had been Lois who encouraged Jean in her infidelities and accompanied her on many of her outings.
As he became more and more secure in his new relationship with his wife, though, Harvey became more forgiving of Lois. He had always liked the rather gruff-spoken divorcee. He even found her attractive, with her fine high-set tits and her shapely ass. He began to enjoy having her around the house.
With Jean and Lois such good friends, it was inevitable he should see a lot of the brunette. At first he suspected the older woman's motives. Then, gradually, he learned to enjoy her visits as much as Jean did.
The last thing that Jean confessed to Harvey was her lesbian relationship with her best girl friend. Harvey was, at first, a little shocked. But then shock gave way to something else-a curious kind of titillation. He decided there was no threat to him if the two women wanted to make out together. In fact he was intrigued by the idea of watching them. He brought up the subject to Jean.
"Would you girls mind if I was there when you were making love?" he asked.
Jean was thrilled by the notion. "Darling, that would be wonderful. It would be so nice to be together with my two favorite people at once."
When Lois came over that afternoon, Harvey wasn't home. The two women opened a bottle of white wine and talked. Eventually their words and touches became more intimate. They retreated to the bedroom with their glasses and what was left of the bottle of wine.
They lay naked side by side while they finished their wine. As they talked, their hands roved over one another's bodies. Squeezing a nipple. Caressing a thigh. Probing the hooded darkness of each other's pussy-slits.
"Mmmm, Jean darling, your hands feel so gentle ... oooohhhh, my breasts are sooo sensitive. Suck my titties for me, angel."
Jean's cunt was wet with the stimulation of her girl friend's caresses. She was eager to bring Lois pleasure. It was with lustful enthusiasm that she straddled the older woman's body. Her head of shiny red hair was splayed over a full breast as her lips closed over a nipple.
"Aaaaahhh," the brunette sighed. "Lovely, Jeannie, darling. Your mouth makes my nipple so hard. Aaaahhh, Jee-zuz!"
Automatically Lois began to chum her cunt. The stimulation at her breasts was darting straight down to her cunt, making her hot and anxious. She rubbed her throbbing pussy against Jean's belly. Her swollen clitoris grew harder from the friction. "Aaaaggghhhh, it's good, Jean!" she whimpered.
"You make me feel sooooo ni-i-i-i-ce!"
The redhead extended her tongue and lapped hungrily at the rubbery nub of Lois's nipple. Then she switched her attention to the other peak and Aicked it until it too was hard and swollen.
"God, I love the feel of your nipples under my tongue!" Jean groaned. Jean's pussy flared at the idea that she was bringing moist excitement to her girl friend's curvaceous body. There was something so special about making love to another woman. It was different from love with a man. Softer. Less hurried.
Jean relished the feel of Lois's cunt squirming up against her belly. She could feel the hard moist nubbin of the other woman's clitoris grazing her flesh. It made her own clitoris hard to know how excited Lois was becoming.
On impulse the redhead moved lower over her friend's body. She spread the hair-fringed lips of Lois's cunt and extended her tongue. It lapped the pink button of the brunette's clitoris.
"Aaaaghhhh! Oooooohhh!" Lois moaned. She thrust her cunt invitingly against Jean's face. Her gesture was a plea for more of the teasing stimulation.
Obligingly, Jean began to suck and lick the tender lips of her girl friend's cunt. She loved the tangy taste of the other woman's flowing love juices. She loved to feel her lips wet with Lois's excitement. She found her wet cunt-hole and stabbed it with her tongue.
"Aaaaaiiieeee! Oh yessss! Do it to me like that!" Lois wailed. Her passion was becoming intense. Her head rocked fitfully from side to side on the pillow. Her hips rocked rhythmically against Jean's face.
"Mmmmm!" Jean grunted as she savored the flavor of Lois's arousal. "Oooohhh baby-y-y!"
It was at this moment-as she sucked her girl friend's cunt with her ass waving in the air-that Jean felt a familiar hot pressure against her pussy.
"Uuuuhhh, baby!" Harvey's excited voice greeted her. "I want to fuck you now, baby! It was so sexy watching you!"
Harvey had arrived home minutes after the woman entered the bedroom. He had been watching their lovemaking attentively, growing more and more stimulated by the minute. When his cock was pulsing so hard that he couldn't stand it any more, he removed his clothes.
He was determined to become part of the lovemaking!
The big man's cock throbbed mightily as he knelt up behind his naked wife. The sight of her round ass staring up at him while she sucked Lois's cunt drove him to wild heights of abandon. He shoved his cock forward, far up into her wet welcoming pussy-hole.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" Jean whined excitedly as she thrust her ass back to accommodate her husband's hard-filling presence. "Oooohhh, Harvey, your cock feels so nice, baby!" t Harvey began to fuck rhythmically in and out of his wife's cunt. His pleasure in the feel of her pussy was increased by the sight of her head working between her girl friend's legs.
"Jee-zuz, I've got a sexy bitch for a wife!" he enthused. He loved the debauched situation he had gotten himself into. It had been one of his boyhood fantasies to be with two women at once.
"Uuuuuhh, suck my pussy, Jean honey," Lois moaned. She watched Harvey's lust-dazed expression as he fucked his wife. It stimulated the young divorcee incredibly that she should be part of a lovemaking session between husband and wife. She was glad Harvey trusted her enough to have come in right now.
Lois began to thrust her pussy forward more heatedly. She was beginning to entertain the lewd idea of getting Harvey to fuck her when he was finished with Jean. It would be a turn-on! To make love to her best girl friend and her girl friend's husband at once!
"Mmmm ... oh Jee-zuz! More, Jean honey!! Do it some more like that!"
There seemed to be no end to the heights of pleasure the brunette was climbing to this afternoon. Her cunt was wide open and hungry!
"Jeez, you've got a nice tight twat!" Harvey told his wife. "Feels good, baby! Really good!" He had established a hard, steady rhythm back and forth between his wife's buttocks. Her cunt-muscles clung to his cock on every outstroke. They opened wide to welcome him when he shoved back up inside.
"Harvey ... Ooooohhhh, Harvey, fuck me, darling!" Jean wailed. She worked her mouth frenziedly along her girl friend's pussy-lips. She could feel Lois's cunt flaring with arousal. She stabbed her tongue far inside the little hole and delighted in the moans that rose from her girl friend's lips.
"Mmmmm, Jeannie, what a sweet mouth!"
The threesome writhed together in lewd abandon, each concentrating on the sensation assaulting his or her quivering belly. It was the perversion of the situation as much as the physical feel that excited them. A threesome husband, wife and wife's girl friend-seemed an incredibly daring and sophisticated thing to do.
Lois rammed her cunt up against Jean's face until she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Uuuuhhh! Fuck! Jee-zuz ... I'm cummmmming-g-g!" she cried. Again and again she slammed her exploding twat into Jean's face.
Her release set off a chain reaction.
Feeling her girl friend's cunt spasming in climax under her tongue drove Jean to frenzy.
"What a sweet cunt! Oh Jeezuz, here I cum, Jean! Shit!"
Harvey lunged forward as he felt his balls shooting off their heavy load of sperm. He held his loins flattened against her buttocks until he was sure her cunt had gotten all his roiling cum.
The three panted like hunted animals for several moments. Then they laughed and hugged one another. They felt good about what they had done together.
They dressed lightly and went out to the kitchen to put together a meal. There was a feeling of intimacy in the room. The closeness they had known made them touch one another as they moved about. A hand brushing a thigh. A leg against leg.
There was an electric tension between Harvey and Lois. They knew each other intimately through Jean. But not yet directly ... one to one.
Lois worked at the kitchen sink, cleaning vegetables for a salad. Harvey was whipping up eggs for an omelet. Jean had left the room for a few minutes. The two worked in silence. Then....
"Ooooooh," Lois groaned as she felt two strong arms close around her from behind. Hot sharp kisses were dancing across the back of her neck. Teasing at her earlobes. Harvey was pressing his loins against her. She could feel the bulge of his cock through his trousers and her mini-skirt.
"Lois, I want to fuck you," Harvey told her in a voice that was distorted with passion.
"Yesss. Yesss, I want it tooo," she told him. "Oh God yes! Your cock feels so good against me!"
The young husband was motivated by two strong desires that made his cock throb with longing.
First, he was turned on by Lois ... more so than ever now that he had seen her naked and knew her sexual responses.
Second, a remaining shred of vindictiveness made him want to punish Jean one last time. He wanted her to see him fucking someone else. The way he had seen her with the pizza man. He wanted her to know what it was like to see her mate fucking another woman under her own roof!
Overcome with passion, he led Lois toward the kitchen table. He bent her over the table and raised her mini-skirt over the round white globes of her ass-cheeks. She wore no panties. Her ass pointed invitingly up at him, making his cock throb with lust.
"Ooooohhh!" the brunette sighed excitedly.
"Oooohhh, Harvey! Do it to me, baby!"
No sooner had she asked than she felt the hard pressure of his swollen cock against her uptilted pussy. It thrust hungrily against her. Her cunt-lips gave way. His hard prick surged far up into her hungering cunt.
"Aaarrrrgghhh! Oooohhhh, good-d-d!" she wailed. Hotly titillated by her lewd position-bent over the kitchen table by another woman's husbandshe began to thrust her ass-cheeks back to meet his steady cock-strokes.
"Ooooh, baby! What a sweet little twat you got!" Harvey told her.
They made an obscene picture. The woman, still dressed but for her bare ass upturned for the man's pleasure. The man, his cock thrusting from his fly, penetrating the woman's lust-slickened pussy.
"Oh God! Oh God! Fuck meeee!" she encouraged him. Though she felt nervous about how Jean might react to discovering her fucking her husband, Lois couldn't restrain the fervor of her passion. In a perverse way, she realized she was turned on by the very naughtiness of fucking another woman's husband in their own kitchen, with ,ne woman just footsteps away.
"Mmmmmm! Aaaggghhh!" As her buttocks undulated back against Harvey's steadily-sawing prick, low gurgling moans escaped Lois's throat. She loved being fucked from behind, doggie position. She loved the way the big man's loins slapped against her naked ass. "Uuuughh! Do it to meeee! That's it! Shit, it's ni-i-i-ce!"
When Jean returned from the bathroom, she stood silently in the kitchen doorway. She wasn't sure how to react to the obscene sight that greeted her.
Her husband fucking her best girl friend over the kitchen table!
Despite all that she had done to Harvey-all the fucking-around she had indulged in-she felt jealous and hurt that he should do the same thing.
She could see he was enjoying fucking Lois. They were both thoroughly absorbed in their salacious activities, neither giving a thought to her, she was sure.
"Mmmmm, sweet cunt!" Harvey moaned.
"Oooohhh, Harvey, your cock fills me so nice!"
Feeling hurt and abandoned, Jean felt herself hovering on the verge of tears. Then, as she watched her husband's cock sluicing inside Lois's cunt, something else happened.
She was becoming turned on!
She was beginning to enjoy watching her husband fucking her best friend!
Surreptitiously, she slipped a hand up her skirt and touched the rigid nub of her clitoris. It was hard and pulsing. She sucked her fingers for a moment, then she manipulated them over her sensitized clitoral nubbin.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned.
Despite their preoccupation with each other, Harvey and Lois heard Jean's groan. They looked toward the doorway. It startled them to see the redhead with her skirt pulled up. Playing with herself!
Harvey was amazed! Instead of being hurt and upset, his wife was stimulated by watching him fuck another woman! And, surprisingly enough, he realized he admired her for that.
He was glad he had such a sensual woman for a wife.
"Jean honey," he said, "does it turn you on, baby? Does your clit feel good?"
"Yes, Harvey," she mewled passionately. "I love you both, darling. I like to watch you feeling good."
"Jean, you're beautiful," Lois sighed. "Oh, Harvey, do it to me some more!"
The lewd threesome strove heatedly in the throes of their renewed excitement. There were no longer any resentments or doubts among them. They were attuned with each other. Writhing and moaning in sexual harmony.
As her clitoris became more and more rigid with lust, Jean was struck with an idea. She went over to the table and stood in front of Lois, on the opposite side from Harvey. She offered her dew-moistened cunt for the other woman to suck.
"Oh, baby, yess," Lois moaned. "I want to suck your pussy, baby!" She extended her tongue and jabbed it against the younger woman's clitoris.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Jean moaned. Her lust-dimmed eyes looked directly at her husband. She smiled lewdly. "Hi, darling," she said.
Overcome with passion at this new twist in the situation, Harvey fucked Lois hard and eep and steady.
"Ooooohhh! Oooohhh!" Lois grunted.
"Aaaahhh! Shit, I love the way your cunt grabs my prick!" he told her.
"Mmmmm, suck my pussy for me, Lois!" Jean sighed.
Once again the three were carried away by the ecstasy of orgiastic abandon. They writhed and squirmed and moaned together until they were hurtled over the last rims of self-control.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee! God, I'm cummming!" Lois wailed. The way her ass-cheeks squirmed under Harvey's, cock betrayed the awesome intensity of her release.
"Jee-zuz, me too!" Jean cried aloud. She gripped the brunette's hair and held her face against her spasming pussy. "Uuuuuhhhh, God!" Her passion spent, she bent forward and clung to Lois's back.
Watching the two women sated and exhausted drove Harvey to renewed gusto. After several hammer-hard cock-thrusts, he shouted: "Fuck! Here I cum! Christ, it's good!"
That was the beginning of it all for Lois and Jean and Harvey.
They felt bound together by need and lust and sensuality. They wanted to be together-always.
* * *
"Why don't you spend the night with us?" Harvey suggested to the divorcee after they had enjoyed a tasty dinner.
"I'd love to." Lois smiled. She hadn't felt this warm, this loved, in a long, long time.
Jean was pleased that Harvey and Lois were getting along so well.
"I've got an even better idea," she said. "Why doesn't Lois move in with us? We belong together."
They laughed and talked until late into the evening, making plans.
Then they made love. And that was something special.