Pretty Patty Williams knew for some time that the joyful magic had just gone out of her marriage. It was all over. But like most young women, she was afraid to admit it at first. And it hurt more than ever as their third wedding anniversary drew nearer. She doubted with a sucking breath and a long overdue fucking if Richard would remember or care.
She didn't care for any gifts. All she wanted was that special warmth only his body could give her and the totally stuffed sensation his cock provided her with.
But with a deep realization and acceptance of the sad truth, the three years felt like one hundred. And her charming husband was no longer the prince of men she had first known and grew to love, but a no-good fucking bastard.
It had started a few months ago. She didn't really notice right away. But when he stayed out two nights in a row, reality hit her like a brick. She didn't buy his story about spending the nights over at Joe White's place for a minute. But hoping for the best, Patty didn't press the issue, not wanting to make matters worse.
But things didn't get any better; Richard stayed out more often and never gave any reasons now. When he did sleep at home, he seldom spoke or touched her. It was as if she had suddenly contracted a social disease.
Orgasms galore. When they first met, Richard couldn't keep his eyes off her for a second. Or his hot, probing hands. He always wanted to kiss and fondle her no matter where they happened to be at the given moment of sexual lust or who was watching.
Once, while having a cozy dinner at a candle lit restaurant, he slipped a probing hand under her skirt and quickly but skillfully finger-fucked her to an explosive orgasm. She couldn't help but cry out as the waves of pleasure rippled throughout her trembling bod.
A waiter along with many of the diners turned in her direction, fearing the worst-a choking victim. But after a second, seeing that she was well, the men returned to their meals with smiles, knowing only too well what had occurred. The women stared longer and closed their thighs, sensing the wetness that had suddenly moistened their cunts. The waiter gave the embarrassed Patty Williams a wink.
Patty blushed crimson at all the attention and as Richard paid the check, she rapidly left, pussy juice flowing down her thighs. That evening, he broke the all-time record for driving home, and once inside, pinned her against the front door, ripped off her soaked, scanty panties and rammed his throbbing prick into her pulsating, pink inner depths.
She sighed deeply at the memory now and all the others that had made the marriage work so beautifully in the beginning. Feeling the moisture increasing inside her cunt, she stared out the bedroom window and ran a hand down to the burning itch. The morning sun filtering through the window made her body glow with a sexual radiance.
Patty spread her legs farther apart and as she smoothly fingered the erect clit, she couldn't recall the last time they had made love. Was it only two or three weeks before? Or was it a month?
Being a woman of only twenty-one and used to having sex every day, she needed it. And since her husband didn't give it to her, she had started to masturbate every day. Now she was bringing herself to orgasm four times a day.
She would have laid naked in bed all morning and played with herself, except that the doorbell rang. She cursed lightly and remained in bed, hoping whomever it was would just kindly leave.
She arched her pussy and moved the fingers faster and faster over the hardened and erect clit. She was nearing the point of no return when the doorbell rang again, breaking her concentration. "Damn! Damn!" she uttered, letting out a heavy sigh. She jumped out of bed. "Who the fuck can that be!" she demanded, throwing on a short robe.
And checking herself in the mirror, making sure her hair was in place, she ran downstairs, wrapping the robe around her sex-starved body.
"I'm coming... damn you. I'm coming," she screamed when the doorbell once again shattered the silence of the house. The ringing stopped and so did she, at the door. She caught her breath and asked, "Yes, who is it?" With the murder rate going up along with the rapes these days, a women alone shouldn't be too eager to open the door, no matter how much she was in need of some manly company.
"Gas man. Read your meter, miss?" a voice stated calmly and professionally.
Patty opened the door a crack, keeping the chain on. Seeing the uniform, she closed the door and took off the safety night chain. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," she said, ushering him in. She wrapped the robe tighter around her body and closed the door behind him.
The short robe did little to cover her body. The large breasts strained the material as she crossed her arms beneath them and the nipples were still hard and piercing from their sexual stimulation.
Standing almost naked before a strange young man, she closed her thighs and forced a smile. "I was upstairs sleeping," she added, feeling the urge to explain her appearance.
The gas man was in his early twenties. He smiled and replied, "It's quite all right." He looked at her two succulent mounds of flesh and felt a stirring inside his pants. And as he quickly glanced farther down, he could see the dark patch between her thighs. The sight only made things harder for him... in more ways than one.
He had been studying to be a teacher, but upon graduation, found that he couldn't land a position. A great number of schools were closing their doors due to the lack of enrollment and tight money.
With a little help from friends, he got a job with the gas company and was now reading meters for a living. After the first few months, he discovered that he liked it. He was out in the fresh air, getting his exercise by walking and meeting all types of people. It was a lot better than being shut up in a classroom all day, trying to teach a bunch of wild kids.
He was a fast learner and quickly made it a policy to read meters early in the morning. The women were still getting dressed after seeing their husbands off to work. He had seen a lot of tit and ass since being on the job. And on a few occasions, he'd even knocked off a few quickies.
He now stood inside the hall without moving, taking in her beauty. This was his first time on the block, and he didn't know where the basement door was located in her house.
Patty felt her face reddening, believing he could tell-somehow sense,-that she had been playing with her pussy. And it was not until he finally asked her where the basement door was that she sighed with relief.
"Oh... oh... you're new. It's in the kitchen by the stove," she said, pointing with her hand. And as she did, the robe parted and exposed a great deal of her voluptuous knockers. The gas man nodded and she secured her robe, but couldn't shake the sensation that had raced through her, knowing that she had most definitely excited the young man. His eyes had momentarily frozen on her tits.
"Won't be long," he said, walking away with a conspicuous erection. Seeing him with a stiff prick, Patty felt like a total woman. She had turned on a stranger with her delectable body and it made her feel good, in more ways than one. For during the past few weeks, she had worked in vain to try to get her husband's interest. No matter what she did, she couldn't get him hard. It was frustrating as hell, not to mention what it was doing to her ego!
After a few minutes, Richard would grunt, brush her hand away from his limp cock and roll over. Seeing the new gas man this morning was a blessing. He had just proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that there was nothing wrong with her. She still had the goods to turn-on a man.
Stepping over to a mirror that hung in the hall, she remembered the times when Richard could get an erection in an instant and blow his wad as soon as she breathed on the mouth-watering flesh. Oh, those were the days, she thought.
When they had still been dating, they found themselves all alone inside an elevator. And all it took was a look from her.
Richard had lifted her up and, pinning her in a corner and spreading her legs wide so she could place her feet on the arm-holds, he plunged his throbbing cock into the pulsating pinkness of her cunt. It was a fast and rapid fuck. He slammed his dick in and out of her trembling body without mercy and then, with their ears popping, he shot his hefty wad of spewing cum.
She just managed to slip her panties back on and he to close his zipper when the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened to a throng of people, waiting to go back down. With a still gasping and quivering cunt awash in boiling semen, she kept her thighs close together and headed for the washroom.
Indeed, those were the fucking days. She was still thinking about them and feeling the orgasm she had been trying to have when a scream shattered the quiet of the house. She shook her head clear of the thick large pecker which had given her so many days and nights of pleasure and heard a soft moan coming from the basement. "Oh, no. No," she said, racing for the basement door.
"Hey, are you all right down there?" she yelled from the top of the stairs. The stairs were curved and from where she stood, she couldn't see the gas man. When he didn't answer, she took a few steps down and finally saw him sitting on the floor, holding his foot with both hands.
The basement had been remodeled by the previous owner into a game room. It still contained the pool table and ping-pong table. The gas man was resting his back against the thick leg of the pool table. He moaned again and felt like cursing; but seeing her, he swallowed the four-letter word.
"I'll live, I think," he said instead and from his angle he could clearly see her body as the robe parted totally, exposing her fantastic breasts and pussy hair. The sight made him harden.
In her state of worry, Patty neglected to notice that her short robe was hiding nothing now. She walked toward him and knelt by his side. The gas man wiggled his foot to see if it was broken; it was not.
"What happened?" Patty asked. And seeing the rising bulge in his pants, suddenly glanced down at her own body. "Oh, no," she muttered again, quickly wrapping the robe around herself. She tried to give him an innocent glance, but failed. Only a blind man would fail to notice the wetness on her labia and the aroma that filtered between her thighs.
She needed to feel the warm embrace of a man since Richard refused her his company, and she fought the urge to reach out for the gas man.
"Here, let me help you," she offered, giving in and taking hold of one arm and pulling it around her neck. The other she slid around his chest and slowly tried to stand. He was heavier then she expected, but with his help, she finally managed to straighten up. His body felt comforting so close to hers and felt her legs spreading at the thought of the bulge.
"Thanks," the gas man said, standing on his good foot. And as he did, he cupped one full and ripe milky mound. The feel of it gave him inner strength and he squeezed it firmly for support. A shiver raced throughout Patty's body, but she couldn't do anything about it, for if she brushed his hand away, he would surely fall.
"How's the foot?" she questioned.
He tried stepping on it and felt a slight pain, but it didn't hurt so much as the one coming from his groin. "Ooohh," he cried, and tightened his grasp still more on her tender breast.
"Let's try to make it to the stairs," she suggested. And they did so slowly and painfully. By this time, the robe had unwrapped itself and his hand was covering a bare, hardened tit with a piercing nipple.
"It was all my fault," he apologized. "I didn't look where I was going and tripped over that stupid box." They mounted the first few steps and then he suddenly collapsed without warning. The weight of him falling was too much for her to handle and she soon found herself pinned helplessly beneath his body. Her legs were totally spread, and she felt his moving bulge rubbing hotly over a pussy that wanted to be stuffed with a deeply-penetrating cock.
Patty let out a gasp, having had the wind knocked out of her. But before she could utter a word or remember the urge to resist the temptation, a pair of wet lips covered her mouth and a tongue entered. Her cries were soothed with the French air. A hand gently massaged a ripe succulent mound of flesh, pinching a taut nipple.
"Oh, pleaseee... " she moaned, feeling his oral digit working swiftly within her mouth. But with a man on top of her, between her legs after all this time, she hadn't the energy or the inclination to fight him. Why not? Why shouldn't she find herself making love to other men when her husband was screwing around, leaving her high and dry and horny as hell. Not even giving her the slight comfort of a finger!
Convincing herself that it was all right, she shifted to ease the pain biting into her buttocks, but the action seemed to be sexual and the gas man took the motion that way. The pain in his foot had gone, but sensing his only chance, he had taken it. The fall was faked like his earlier one, but he made damn sure to absorb the shock so Patty Williams wouldn't suffer any injury. He wanted to fuck her, not put her in a hospital. Now, as she wiggled underneath him, he smiled and kissed her tenderly on the eyes and nose.
It was now his turn to ask the question, "Are you all right?" As he did, he bit her smoothly on the lower lip and cupped a hand over her hot twat. The curly hairs were moist and he felt the dripping pussy lips smacking hungrily against his pressing palm. He rubbed her seductively and instantly felt her responding with lust, thrusting herself up to meet his soothing hand.
"Oh, please... I will be just as soon as you take me. Do it quickly," she pleaded. She arched her begging cunt and moaned as two fingers penetrated her inner depths. "Ooohhh... yes... but I want your cock inside me." The pussy-juiced labia wrapped themselves around his two digits, the cuntal walls clenched solidly, squeezing and drawing them in deeper.
She could sense her orgasm only a few cock-thrusts away and couldn't wait a second longer for his throbbing shaft to fill her quivering belly. And as she worked the muscles of her hot quish on his fingers, she reached up boldly and pulled his zipper down. The pants came next, and she found a blood-engorged, swollen penis slapping her hand.
The gas man sighed as her small hand circled his massive, thick shaft. He withdrew his dexterous digits from her snatch and, reaching down, pulled her legs all the way up to her knockers and hooked them over his shoulders. And then, kneeling on a step, he cupped her meaty ass cheeks and pulled her pulsating cunt to meet his cock.
Without his head in the way, which had reluctantly left her milk mound, she could now look down at his prick. It felt huge in her hand, but the sight of it sent a cold shiver through her body. The young man's dong was twice as big as Richard's and, closing her eyes, Patty positioned the bulbous head between her cuntfolds of flesh.
"Ugghhhnnn... " she groaned, wrapping her pussy lips around the head. Tears filled her eyes as she moved the hot cock-tip within the thickened labia. The gas man felt the semen boiling in his balls and slammed his cock into her. She gasped and moaned as the thick, throbbing manmeat continued to fill her like none other in her life.
"Aaahhh... that's it... faster... you must," Patty cried out, but didn't finish as the first few strokes adeptly did the trick. The orgasmic dam burst and flooded her boiling channel of love. "I'm coming... sorry... oh... fill me with your hot jism!" With her eyes still closed, her body was trembling uncontrollably with the contractions of the climax, but she felt totally safe in his strong arms.
It was over too quickly as he shot his wad of hot, sticky cum into her slippery, flooded cavern. And as he did, she started to cry emotionally. He had seen that same weeping many times before with married women he had balled, the ones who suddenly felt guilty about cheating.
"Please, leave me. I'm sorry... but go now. Leave me," she repeated without looking into his face. She placed a hand over her face and didn't try to swallow the choking sobs.
The gas man pulled his pants up. The sight of the flaming-hot, wide-opened quim made him want to fuck her all over again, but he decided against it. There was no point in pushing his luck and besides, he still had many meters to read and was sure he could find another sex-hungry cunt to drain his nuts a second time.
When he reached down to pick her up, wanting to carry her upstairs, she screamed, "Leave me alone. I'm a married woman!"
CHAPTER TWO
Richard Williams finished nailing the sheet of plywood onto the two-by-four studs. It was the first one of the many he still had to put up before the end of the day. But with the first sheet, the additional room to the house was finally taking on a bodily shape and losing its skeletal appearance.
The sun was already high in the sky and there was not a single cloud. The temperature continued to rise like mad, making him feel like he was inside an oven.
He dropped the hammer and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Another sweatbox today," he muttered, taking out a cigarette and walking over to the large tree. He sat down in the shade and lit it, inhaling the smoke deeply into his burning lungs. Being so hot, he had taken off his shirt every day, so the sun had tanned his skin a golden brown. The muscles on his upper body were well-defined from the hard work. He didn't need to do any other exercises to keep his body in top shape.
"What's happenin' Joe?" he said, looking up at his friend and boss, who was walking toward him. He didn't stand but sat up, wrapping his arms around his bent knees and flipping the ash off the cigarette butt. They had a good working relationship.
"Be glad when this job is done," Joe White stated directly. He was a contractor. After having worked for years for other people, he got tired of listening to all their orders and went out on his own. He took an offered cigarette and sat down next to Williams.
"Glad! What's wrong with you, Joe?" Williams queried in a surprised tone of voice. He jerked his thumb in the direction of the house. "Don't you want to see that fine piece of ass any longer." He smiled and scratched his groin.
White remained silent for a time. They had been doing pretty well until inflation started to skyrocket. With the price of materials these days, along with everything else, the construction business had hit bottom. And with the high cost of labor, people were also doing a lot of work themselves around their homes.
"What's wrong with me?" White repeated. "You're the one that's married," he reminded Williams. "You should be saving some of that cock for your old lady and not dipping it in other wells." He paused as an airplane flew overhead. "If I had a pretty thing like you have at home, I'd certainly be giving it to her every fucking chance I got! Believe me!"
Joe White had been divorced now for ten years. He was a few years older than Williams and had gotten married at an early age. The father of the bride gave him no choice in the matter since she was already carrying his baby.
His wife had since remarried and was living out on the west coast. He hadn't seen his kid after the move west ward, but it didn't bother him too much. The marriage had been a total disaster from the beginning and only lasted a year. The only good thing that came out of it was that the child had a name and wasn't some bastard.
"Joe, I told you before. It's not working out between me and Patty anymore," Williams admitted. He didn't know what was going through his wife's head, but he definitely wanted out. "Shit, looking back, I got married just to have a steady piece of pussy." He crushed the cigarette out between his thumb and first finger.
"I can't say I blame a guy. Once you've licked and fucked your first cunt, you want a steady supply," White confessed his own weakness. He looked up at the bedroom window. "She must be up by now and running around in nothing but her panties," he continued, letting out a sigh. "I'd like to stretch this job out longer as I love stretching Mrs. Jackson's cunt, but I can't afford it."
Richard Williams nodded. He was lucky that Joe White was still able to pay him along with Sam Bagley, the other man White had hired at the start of his business.
Nancy Jackson must have heard White speaking, for she suddenly appeared in the bedroom window. She had her arms folded across her bare breasts and the elastic band of her pink panties could be seen above the sill.
Seeing the men beneath the tree, she put her arms on her hips and took a few deep breaths. The action caused her cream-white mounds to rise and fall. She then brushed the fallen hair from her face and waved to them both, flashing a smile, licking her upper lip.
"What did I tell you," White muttered.
Right. But I better get my ass back to work," Williams replied, standing up. He looked at Mrs. Jackson and waved, remembering the many times she had sucked his cock. Her grasping asshole clenching and opening hungrily to draw in his hardened meat. The cries of pain while the butt-fucking continued and then the moans of sheer pleasure as he shot his hot wad, filling her shit chute with steaming loads of white cum.
Mrs. Jackson was in her early forties and looked super. She certainly kept herself in shape. And although she was older than Patricia, there was something about her that turned him on in a minute. Maybe he was developing a thing for the older women of this noble world.
"Hey, what are you two doing-letting me do all the fucking work!" Sam Bagley yelled from the roof, where he had been nailing down asphalt shingles. And without waiting for a comment, he added, "How about throwing me a cold one. It's hot as hell up here."
Not as hot as Mrs. Jackson's cunt, White thought to himself. He then said, "Sam, I'm not paying you to drink on the job. Finish up with the roofing and then take five." White winked as he said it. And looking back at Nancy Jackson, he grabbed his balls and felt his cock hardening at the sight of her. Fucking work is right, Sam, he added inwardly.
Sam Bagley was the youngest of the three. And though he was short and skinny, the girls always hit on him first. Even Nancy Jackson had, but when he showed no interest, she grabbed Williams and White. It was not that he was gay or anything, but unlike a great number of married men, he was extremely faithful to his wife. And the love he felt for his six-month-old baby girl only gave him that much more reason to be so.
Only once did he give in to the temptation. It was at a party and his wife had to go visit her mother, who had fallen ill. At the party, a woman made a pass at him and slowly inched him into a bedroom where she gave him the best blowjob he had ever received, even better than the ones his wife gives him each day.
He knew that Williams and White were fucking the hell out of Mrs. Jackson and all the other lonely, horny wives they came across in their profession. The husbands were too busy making the big bucks in the city to give their ladies the satisfaction in bed. "Well, boss, you'd better hand me some more shingles," Bagley suggested, standing up to stretch his legs.
Richard Williams returned to his work, nailing another sheet of plywood. Joe White reached for a bundle of shingles and climbed the ladder. It was right by the bedroom window and he looked in. Mrs. Jackson was lying on the bed, dangling her panties on one large toe.
"Hi, Joe," she smiled, blowing him a kiss as her hands massaged the succulent mounds of tit flesh. Flesh that needed a man's attention constantly. The nipples were hard and erect.
"Nice day, Mrs. Jackson," he responded, still calling her by her last name for the neighbors' benefit. His cock, though, was throbbing madly inside his pants.
"Yes, isn't it?" she continued, moving a hand down over her firm stomach and then covering her glistening cunt. She rubbed it slowly and slipped a finger into the wet, pulsating pinkness. The quivering pussy lips wrapped themselves hungrily around the penetrating hardness. "It must be hot out there, Joe. Why don't you come inside for a spell?" The digit slipped in and out of her snizz faster and faster, the wetness shining on the swelling labia. She then withdrew the finger and sucked it into her mouth.
Bagley screamed for the shingles. "Keep your pants on, kid," White yelled back. "I'm coming." And as he said it, he saw Mrs. Jackson mouthing the words, "You'll be coming just as soon as you get in here." She thrust her snatch into his face and continued the fucking thrusts for a few seconds.
White winked and raced up the ladder, dropping the shingles on the roof. After three more trips, he said, "That should keep you busy, kid." And as he started back down, he stopped and stated, "You sure you don't want to fuck Mrs. Jackson? She's crazy about you, you know!"
Bagley shook his head, finding it harder and harder to resist the temptations. The problem was that there was simply too much pussy floating around for a man to bury his rod in. White noticed the doubt in the kid's eyes and added, "Well, think about it some more. What your wife doesn't know, won't hurt her. And besides, some pussy on the side never hurt a man. Sometimes, it even improves a marriage."
With that comment, White slid down the ladder. "Rich, talk with that boy," he said, passing Williams. "I'm going inside for a stretch."
"Well, don't stretch her too much, I might just drop in also as soon as I'm finished out here," Williams replied. And as he hammered the nails, he was thinking about Mrs. Jackson and decided to screw her if he finished his work or not. He worked hard for a living, and to ease the pressure, balled all the women he could just as hard and fast as he could.
Mrs. Jackson had his swollen shaft out in a second and was licking it voraciously in the next. Her tongue wrapped itself around the purple head and sucked it hotly between her lips. While her tongue lashed against the massive head, running tiny circles around the slitlike opening with its tasty tip, her hand was busy pumping the thick shaft. The rushing flow of blood filled the penile veins to utter hardness and they burned warmly into her soft palm as she tightened her fist.
White had an aching pain in his groin. His balls were overflowing with cum and it had to be unleashed now. He grabbed her head and ran his fingers strongly through her hair, then thrust his dick deeply into the moist, sucking cavern. He fucked her face and she gasped for a single breath of air.
"Arghhh... Ahhhhh... " she gargled, finding her mouth suddenly totally full of cockmeat... cockmeat she loved to suck and lick. Cockmeat she loved fucking every chance she got as they brought her orgasms beyond her craziest dreams. And most of all, she loved a long, thick cock, one which would stretch her to the limits as her pussy fought to accommodate it.
"Suck it, Nancy. Suck my cock," White groaned, holding her jaws open, having slid his hands down to her neck. As he thrust, he pulled her head closer and penetrated the depths of her throat, striking the back with movements and making her gag. Tears came to her eyes.
"Mmmmmm... oohh... yesss... noooo... " she sighed, losing all control and loving it. He was fucking her mouth and she was as helpless as a little lamb in his clutches. All she could do was play with his bloated nuts and squeeze them dry at the right moment. And feeling his hardened meat twitching and jerking within her oral channel, she sensed the first contraction spurting a massive load of boiling cum down her throat.
"Oh... Nan... I'm coming!" he cried, disappointed slightly at ejaculating so soon. He felt weak at the knees as the contractions continued, sending forth numberless baby-makers down her constricting throat. Nancy Jackson swallowed rapidly and, squeezing his cum-sac, started to suck the juice right out of his testes.
"Oh... shit... " he groaned, slamming his prong into her sucking orifice. The sensation was sending shock waves throughout his body. Then he stopped short and held her mouth on his cock which was still flooding her swallowing cavern.
Nancy Jackson took a deep, heavy breath and fell back onto the bed. His sticky white cum was dripping down her chin as her knockers heaved with excitation. He was standing at the edge of the bed between her beautifully-spread legs. His cock was still hard, and he eyed the dripping gash.
Without looking at him, she arched her twat and said, "Fuck me, Joe. I need to come now!" she shouted, licking her wet lips with the tip of her tongue, scooping up the drops of cum around her mouth.
Joe White stroked his slippery, saliva-and-cum-moistened cock shaft a few times and then squeezed the head, watching a drop of manly juice form and leak onto her stomach. With the rising and falling of her belly, the cum drop slid down toward her pubic mound.
"Oh don't, Joe. Don't waste a single drop," she begged, reaching down and smearing the precious bead of semen into the pussy hairs.
He released his cock and lifted her legs, then hooked them over his broad shoulders. His hard prick slipped between her thighs and rode up over the slit and touched her clit, sending an electrical shock throughout her bod. She shook and dug in her heels.
"Ooooooh... " she moaned. "That felt soooo... good." She was working her pussy lips, trying to capture the purplish head of his penis and draw him in. The labia were wet and pulsating with a life of their own and an inner need to be stretched around a raging phallus.
With work still to be done outside, he rammed his cock deeply into her wetness and instantly felt her cuntal muscles riding around his penetrating shaft. It was as if thousands of ants were roaming over his dick, and he knew it wouldn't take long this time either for him to shoot his wad, not the way her fucking technique was building up the fuck juice in his balls.
With a throbbing pecker stuffing her cunt, she began to rotate her hips and squirm like a wildcat in heat. Her pussy lips were continuously moving around the thickness of his shaft, and cried out as the pressure on her cervix became unbearable but orgasmic. She loved the touch of a nude cockhead on her cervix.
'Tuck me as hard as you can!" she implored, leaning back on her elbows and wiggling her little cunt, the penetrating porker holding her securely in place. She could fuck herself to an orgasm this way if he never moved a inch, but always loved a two-way fuck better. A pair of moving objects grinding away, creating a friction of lust and pleasure which could only terminate in a mind-blowing orgasm!
"Nancy... take it easy this time," he suggested, cupping her ass cheeks firmly, thrusting his dork in and out. And as he did, her body would shift forward on the bed and he had to pull her back. "I don't want to come so fast this time around," he added, letting his digits slide down to the crack of her ass. The sphincter muscle tightened as one finger applied pressure on it.
"Do it, Joe. Finger-fuck my chocolate channel while your cock is fucking my hot cunt," she panted, sensing the first pangs of an orgasm. "Fuck my pussy. Play with my clit and move that finger into my asshole!" she repeated, drawing his swollen red prick deeper into her fuckhole, bucking more wildly.
"Aaaahhh... " she moaned, clenching her teeth as his finger penetrated her anus. And though she had been balled countless times in the rectum she was still as tight as a pure virgin on her honeymoon bed. "Jesus! Ooohhh... yesss... " she cried out as the other hand slid over her stomach and a finger found her sensitive and electrifying clit.
"That's it!" That's it," she continued, the orgasm approaching like a freight train on a collision course, and finding itself without brakes. "Damn, all I need now is a cock to suck on!" she added, opening her mouth wide and taking deep, sucking breaths.
White felt his own balls bloating with cum again, and he thrust his rod faster to meet her bucking. In his fucking, he had pulled her nearly off the bed and she was now resting her elbows on its edge.
Sam Bagley couldn't help but hear the groans and moans of their heavy screwing. And like every red-blooded man, felt his penis stiffening. The more he thought about the woman, the more he wanted to fuck her flaming bush in his weakness. A weakness that no man could be held accountable for since it was only mother nature at work. The sexual drive was too powerful even for the more faithful of society. He could already feel her moist lips wrapping themselves around his phallus and sucking him in, her lapper working on the sensitive gland beneath the head and bringing his cum to a roiling boil.
"Whooooo... what theee... " she exclaimed, fearing she'd fall on the floor as White slowly stepped away from the bed, dragging her with him. Just as she thought she was going to drop off, a pair of strong hands grabbed her around the shoulders and lifted her safely. Instinctively, she reached up and grasped the other man's firm buttocks for added support.
"Sam!" she managed to utter a second before his huge dong slipped into her gasping mouth. "Aaaaaahh... ooohh... uuurrgghh... " she slurped, her cries of surging pleasure suppressed by the massive thickness of the cock. Orgasmic juice flooded her fuckhole as she climaxed and, within a few seconds, felt the shooting loads of White's cum entering her pussy. The mixing sticky liquid was forced out of her by his thrusts and amply covered her thighs.
Sam Bagley was hornier than he thought for a moment after entering her mouth, and he started to pump cum-juice into her sucking orifice.
CHAPTER THREE
Patty Williams left the department store and walked slowly toward the parking lot. As it was such a nice day, she was in no rush to return home. As she reached the car, a voice yelled from afar, "Patty... oh, Patty. I don't believe it. It is you after all these years!"
Patty opened the door of her car and placed the package on the front seat. Doing so, she turned and saw a woman walking briskly toward her, waving a hand. Patty didn't recognize her at first, but as the woman got closer, the identity was becoming all too clear.
"Linda!" Patty exclaimed, moving to meet her old girlfriend... one she hadn't seen in years. They embraced warmly and kissed each other on the cheek. "Linda, you still look as beautiful as ever," she added, remembering rather jealously how popular Linda had been in high school. All the boys used to chase her ass around and many caught her more than once.
"Why, thank you," Linda replied sweetly, brushing the strands of hair from her face. The long, jet-black hair flowed freely down her shoulders and was worn totally loose without even a single hairpin. "Say, have you got time for a cup of coffee?" She stood back and looked her old school chum over. "We must have so much to talk about!"
"I'd love to," Patty said, noticing a certain gleam in Linda's eyes. "But I have so much to do at home. You wouldn't mind having that coffee at my place, would you?" she suggested.
"Sure, why not," Linda stated. "I can pick up my car later," she said, going around to the other side of Patty's car. Patty got in and opened the door for Linda. And as Linda slipped in, she noticed the wedding ring on Patty's finger.
"We're married, are we?" she continued, slightly surprised. "You finally landed yourself a man. And I always figured you to be the old-maid type, being so shy in school," Linda said, reminding her of the past.
Patty smiled and backed the car out. "I wasn't that shy," she defended herself. "And it has been three years. Three wonderful years," she repeated, hiding the truth somewhat. She wasn't about to tell a friend she hadn't seen in quite awhile all her troubles right away. Well, not until they had coffee.
"Someone I know?" Linda inquired, quite sure of herself. She had sucked and fucked all the handsome boys in high school, and on some occasions allowed a less-than-good-looking boy to lick her sweet ass and eat her delectable pussy. That being the case, she never spent a Saturday night at home watching reruns on television.
"No," Patty said coolly. "I met him later, after graduation. He's in construction," she continued, driving down the expressway. The cars in front of her were slowing down and forming a bumper-to-bumper line. She had to apply the brakes and was now going five miles an hour.
Looking at Linda, she saw the shapely legs. The skirt had risen rather high and Linda had bent a knee slightly, exposing more of her thigh. Patty shook her head. Linda had always been an exhibitionist!
Seeing how slow the traffic was moving, Linda queried, "How far is it to your place?" If the accident was bad, they would be stuck in traffic for hours. Linda had asked, because her turn-off was coming up and they could be at her house in no time, "if it is far, get off at the next exit and we can be at my place in five minutes."
Patty didn't want to be stuck in traffic on such a warm day, and she nodded. She changed lanes and took the exit. She didn't mind since she didn't have anything to do at home; she had lied to Linda. Since her brief affair with the gas man and with her marriage falling apart, she was in no mood to have coffee in a pubic place.
"All right. Show me the way," Patty said. And as she drove to Linda's house, she suddenly thought about the gas man again and how readily she had parted her sexy legs for a strange cock. She still felt guilty about it, and needed to talk about the event with someone. Richard had never been the wiser when coming home that night and when he didn't touch her, he was rather glad she hadn't resisted the gas man.
"Turn right at the next corner and pull up," Linda directed, taking hold of the hem and shaking her skirt, creating a draft. "It's sure hot today," she commented.
"You live here," Patty stated, admiring the one-story house. "You're doing all right for yourself." It was a beautiful house.
"Oh, I get by," Linda said, shrugging it off. She opened the front door. "This is only something my husband left me," she confessed inside, ushering Patty to a comfortable sofa. "He's now renting a small apartment in the city. A girl must get what she can in this life."
"You were married...?" Patty said. She had always considered Linda to be a bed-jumper, one who would never settle down with only one man. And she guessed she had been right-Linda was divorced. Patty sat down as Linda disappeared into the kitchen.
"Yeah," Linda answered from the kitchen. "You must remember Peter Davidson." And when Patty didn't say a word, she continued, "Oh, you must. He was the football-team captain and a fast talker. He must have tried to fuck you. He hit on all the girls."
Patty flashed the name through her memory. "Yes, now I do. Peter, he always considered himself to be the ideal ladies' man. And he did try his luck with me," she replied, looking around the living room.
"Then you were the lucky one. I should have said no to him but, damn it, he had the biggest cock I'd ever seen! He was a challenge if he knew it or not," Linda stated boldly.
Patty gasped, "What!" She was still a shy kid at heart and wasn't used to talking so openly about sex and the size of a man's dick. It never occurred to her that Linda was bringing up sex for an inner reason.
"It was great at first, although it hurt like hell," Linda admitted in a lower tone, returning with a tray. She put it down on the coffee table. And sitting next to Patty Williams, she poured two cups. "Cream and sugar?"
"Sugar, please," Patty replied. She then took the offered cup and sipped the coffee black. It had a freshly-burnt taste, but it was strong. "You really haven't changed a bit, have you?"
"Oh, talking about sex, no. But I have changed. You would be surprised," Linda remarked, pouring cream into her coffee. "Well, as I was saying... I couldn't get his prick down my throat at first, but after a few practice tries, I was swallowing him whole. Maybe that was why he asked me to marry him!" She laughed, drinking some more of her coffee.
Patty wanted to get off the subject of sex. She was more interested in Linda's divorce since she seemed to face the same future and wanted to know where Linda went wrong? Maybe she could correct the problem and still save her marriage?
"Linda, would you mind telling me why you got divorced?" she asked, putting her cup down on the table.
"What went wrong, you mean?" Linda said flatly, taking a deep breath. Her boobs moved and strained the thin fabric of the blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the nipples clearly pierced the material with stains of perspiration.
"Yes, was it another woman?" Patty queried, such being the case most of the time.
"Not only one woman but a number of them," Linda said with some inner hesitation. She crossed one leg and tucked it beneath her ass cheeks. And putting the cup down, she locked her fingers together and leaned closer toward Patty. The gleam was back in her eyes. "Patty, I don't know how to tell you this... " she started, unlocking her fingers.
Patty jumped slightly when Linda's hand touched her on the thigh, squeezing it lightly. The digits seemed to burn into her flesh. She hadn't been touched by Richard for so long that the hand sent an electric shock through her, just like the gas man's had earlier.
Patty swallowed the knot in her throat and stammered, "You're... you're not telling me... that... you... " She didn't finish as the hand slipped farther up and touched her crotch. She blushed slightly as a wetness came to her pussy from the woman's touch.
"I am. It took me some time to realize it, but I'm a lesbian," Linda confessed, speaking the words that Patty couldn't utter. "One day Peter came home and found me in bed with a woman. Shit, he almost died. He couldn't believe it himself at first, not the way I loved cock!" Linda moved her hand slowly over Patty's responding pussy, feeling the moisture penetrating the crotch of her panties.
"Oohhh... Linda... don't... " Patty heard herself softly moaning. But as Linda continued to caress her snatch, she didn't move away or jerk Linda's hand from there. The touch was soothing and she welcomed it. Somehow, by having Linda touch her now, it eased the pain of having had sex with the gas man.
"After he caught me and I confessed to my lesbian affairs, he asked for a divorce. Guess his manly ego couldn't handle it," Linda said, letting out a short laugh. "Men are so sensitive about their performance in bed. The macho image, you know." She paused. "Well, he gave me the house and the car for my silence. It would have hurt his reputation if word got around that he had been married to a lesbian."
Patty was stumped. All throughout high school, Linda was cock-crazy and now, suddenly, she was mad about pussy. "I never... knew... Linda... all the boys... how... why?" she stammered, moving closer and subconsciously spreading her thighs wider for Linda.
"I didn't know in high school, Patty. I just must be a late bloomer, a latent lesbian. It happens to the best of us," Linda replied, pulling the panties down as Patty raised her pert buttocks to help her.
Leaving the panties down below the knees, Linda thrust two fingers into the dripping-wet gash. The quivering cunt lips grasped the fingers and drew them in deeper without any help from Linda. The clitoris was hard and felt the thumb working on it as Linda's dexterous digits drove in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, Linda. I'm going to come," she moaned weakly, surprised that she was able to reach an orgasm so quickly at the hands of a woman.
"I know," Linda responded, kissing Patty on the mouth, forcing her tongue past the trembling lips. She probed deeply and hotly into the mouth of her old and dear friend as the fingers continued to excite her pulsating cunt.
"Mmmmm... " Patty moaned, returning the kiss, tenderly biting the searching tongue. And totally giving in, she placed a hand on one of Linda's bouncing mounds of flesh.
"That's it, love. Give in to it," Linda suggested, breaking off the French kiss. She licked Patty's eyes and nose. And lapping the ear lobe, she whispered, "Come on, let's go into the bedroom. We'll be a lot more comfortable."
Patty sighed heavily, hating to give up the feeling of Linda's fucking fingers. The hot juices were flowing freely and the walls of her throbbing snizz wanted to feel the hardness of her digits grinding away at them. Linda raised the pussy-wet fingers to her mouth and licking them clean. The eroticism of the act sent a shiver up Patty's spine.
Linda then knelt before Patty and pulled the panties down off her legs. Standing up, she took hold of Patty's hand and led the way into the bedroom. Once inside, Patty stood like a puppet as Linda quickly stripped her.
With a kiss and an encouraging pat on the backside, Patty climbed on the bed and spread herself wide open for her new lover. Linda smiled and, licking her lips, took her own clothes off, massaging her firm tits and offering them to Patty.
"Linda, please. I'm going to come, don't play games with me now," Patty pleaded. "I'm so close." She longed now to hold Linda's beautiful bod in her arms, to feel the knockers crushing down on hers while both twats grinded against each other in an orgasmic bliss.
Linda stood five-foot-eleven. The breasts were high and firm, with nipples that always seemed to be hard and erect. But it was the jet-black mound between her shapely thighs that was so damn inviting. No wonder all the boys wanted to ball her in school.
"Eat me, Linda. Eat my pussy. Lick me to a fucking come," Patty unbelievingly heard herself uttering. She had never experienced love with another woman before in her life, but here she was now, eagerly begging her friend to kiss her cunt, to thrust a tongue into her body and bring her off. It was the fear of lesbianism that made her tremble slightly.
Linda stepped to the bed and raised Patty's legs, bending them at the knees and pressing them down against her boobies. She spread the thighs wider and watched the pussy lips twitching with anticipation, the hot juices dripping as the aroma of sex filtered out and delightfully scented the surrounding area around them.
The folds of her cunt lips were swollen and wide open, exposing the inner pulsating pink-ness. The erect nub of her clit throbbed like a tiny little cock, waiting to be sucked between lips and licked wetly with the tip of a tongue.
"You have a lovely cunt, Patty," Linda lauded. And lowering her mouth, she licked the sticky drippings from around the pubic mound, feeling the curly hairs cutting seductively into her tongue. Patty bucked under the licking and groaned, arching her box up against the kissing mouth and tongue.
"Aaaahhh... ooohh... " Patty cried the subsequent second as Linda sucked the clit between her lips and lashed at it with the end of her tongue. As she did, she dug her fingers into the softness of the woman's ass cheeks and pushed both thumbs partially into the gaping wet fuckhole. With the combined manipulations of Linda's trusting lapper, sucking mouth and fingers, Patty couldn't last a moment longer. "I'm coming... coming, Linda! Lick me... use your tongue... deeper... oh, pleaseee... Linda... fuck me with your tongue!" she screamed hotly and boldly, passion removing all restraints on sanity.
Linda withdrew her thumbs and, holding Patty's ass firmly crushed her mouth down on the climaxing quim. The pussy lips wetly attached themselves to Linda's mouth as her tongue penetrated deeply into the spasming and writhing cunt, licking and scooping out the flooding flow of juice that threatened to drown Linda in a sexual reservoir of sexuality.
Patty Williams was having multiple orgasms and giving Linda's sucking oral canal a real treat. One for the money and the record books. The juices flowed like a river after a torrential downpour. Linda didn't mind it for a second as she slurped her rapidly moving tongue in and out of the golden gash, not letting a single drop of cuntal juice escape her mouth.
"Eeeehh... aaah... my God!" Patty uttered as her body continued to be shattered by mind-shattering orgasms. And then Patty felt a novel sensation passing through her as Linda pushed a finger into the tightness of her clenching asshole. With a digit slowly fucking her shithole and a ravishing tongue still working on the inner pulsating walls of her cunt, oozing with orgasmic juice, Patty fell back with total sexual exhaustion. The dry spell with Richard had weakened her; now, with the sudden sexual attention, first from the gas man and now Linda, it was too much both physically and mentally.
Patty must have passed out for a few moments, for when she opened her eyes, she found Linda lying on top of her, smiling down into her eyes. She kissed them and licked the closed eyelids, crushing her tits down upon Patty's sensuous set. It took Patty another few seconds to realize that something thick and hard was entering her tongue-whipped cunt. It was a cock!
"Arghhhh... oohhhh... Linda! What... oh... don't stop... oh... yes... fuck me," she groaned, feeling the bulbous head striking madly at the cervix, stretching the already loosened walls of her snizz. If her pussy wasn't so lubricated by her many orgasms, the cock would have been painfully grinding.
"Relax, honey. I'm going to fuck you like no man has or ever will," Linda promised, ramming the large dildo in and out of Patty's cock-neglected twat. "Mmmm... " she sighed, thrusting the everlasting hard-rubber dong faster and faster as Patty moaned and cried out with pain and sheer pleasure.
Patty soon felt another impending climax and wrapped her legs around Linda's back, arching her pussy to obtain the deepest possible penetration. "Oh, yes... so am I. Fuck me, Linda. Fuck me, I'm going to come again," she pleaded.
Linda finally withdrew slowly from Patty's sore and stretched sex canal as the orgasmic juice poured out, covering the crotch totally. The fold of her cunt flesh were swollen and red from the pounding received by a cock which would never go limp or soft. Patty whimpered like a child and breathed a sigh of relief while the contractions continued within her flooded pussy.
"That was beautiful," she finally gasped, touching the soreness of her cunt. And before another word left her lips, Linda had lowered her pussy down upon Patty's open mouth, having removed the dildo. As she rotated her hot quim over her friend's face, she started to lick the ersatz cock clean.
"Fair is fair, Patty. It's your turn to satisfy me" Linda said, sucking the bulbous head into her mouth, moaning softly as Patty shyly licked her loins.
CHAPTER FOUR
Richard Williams made up his mind one day while driving home from work. Their marriage was finished and he saw no reason to go on living with a woman he hadn't touched in months. Why prolong it any longer? he asked himself. "Shit, I wonder how she'll take it," he muttered, pouring himself a drink.
He had called her earlier and said they were going out to dinner. Upon receiving the call, Patty almost did a double-flip. Their anniversary was today, and he was taking her out to dinner. Her wish had come true; he hadn't forgotten. And then she suddenly felt the guilt of having cheated on him, especially with another woman! She could still taste the sweetness of Linda's pussy in her mouth. At first, she didn't think she could go through with it, but with Linda's encouraging words, she was soon bringing her friend to an explosive orgasm. The juice just flowed naturally into her sucking mouth-cavern as her tongue scooped it out.
"Yes... " she whispered, standing up from the dresser. I have to save my marriage now. He wants to, also. Why else the dinner? And after all, she didn't want to be like Linda, taking her husband to the cleaners while sleeping around with other men or women. Though she had slept with Linda, she felt no inner urge to do so again. Once was enough for it. She was no latent lesbian!
Patty was now standing before a full-length mirror, looking herself over, checking every inch of her shapely bod, making sure it was perfect. She was wearing only a pair of scanty panties and a sheer bra.
Tonight she was dressing as sexily as she could. That meant leaving out the pantyhose, as she found them devoid of sexiness for any man, especially if a woman had to take them off in front of him. She saw him coming in the mirror, and turned around to meet his embrace.
"I missed you," he lied, taking her tightly in his arms, kissing her on the mouth. His hands slid down and cupped her fleshy ass cheeks, squeezing them tenderly. "You'd better hurry and get dressed or they'll give our table to another party," he added, kissing her on the ear lobe. Then Richard licked his way down to her neck where he bit a piece of flesh, sucking it gently.
"Oh, Richard," she moaned, feeling sexually alive from his touch. She wrapped her arms tighter around his strong body and clenched her teeth as he pulled her crotch up against his groin. Oh, yes, yes, she said to herself, he's getting an erection. I'm giving him a hard, throbbing erection. He's becoming his old self again.
"Patty, I'm so sorry... " he started to say and then stopped, reversing his mind. For a moment he wanted to tell her right now about the divorce, but with her warm body in his arms and his cock getting pussy-hungry, he decided to wait until dinner. Or maybe after dinner.
"Oh, Richard, it's all right. I understand," she responded, thinking he was talking about his actions over the past few months. The cheating and neglect of her body. And with his hard-on caressing her pussy, she said softly, "You sure you want to go out for dinner?" She was standing on her toes to get the full benefit of his cock between the moistening crack of her cunt.
Richard slipped his fingers inside the panties and dug into raw flesh, massaging and molding the meaty ass cheeks. And with his nuts bloating with cum, he wanted to fuck her brains out. Not out of a new-found love for his wife, but for the sake of his cock. A cock has no memory and her pussy would fit nicely tonight, and willingly accept his pumping amount of boiling cum. And besides, he suddenly wanted to screw her one last time; to feel once again her gash engulfing his penetrating prick, to feel her tongue lashing away at his thick shaft as she hungrily sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth.
"Aren't you hungry?" he asked, not meaning it for a moment, but making it sound convincing as hell. The money he would save on tonight's dinner could always be spent on some other honey.
"Mmmmmm... starving... for you," she stated, jumping up off the floor and securely wrapping her gams around his waist. Holding his neck firmly, she moved her crotch up and down, grinding away at the total length of his clothed cock.
"Forgive me for being so stupid, my love," he added to his number of lies, thrusting his hips forward as his hands continued to massage her sexy behind, probing the anal opening with a finger. As her ass cheeks squirmed, he kissed her hotly and shoved his tongue into her open and inviting mouth.
Patty was lost with his open passion for her and she sucked his tongue deeply, biting it gently. The crotch of her panties seemed super saturated with pussy lubrication, and the growing aroma of her sex rose lustfully to fill their nostrils. The scent of her heated pussy was mother nature's most powerful aphrodisiac, working its magic on Richard once again. The past was forgotten. The months of pain and sorrow were better left unspoken, and she should only think of tonight as a new beginning in their marriage.
"Appetizers," Richard said, kissing her heaving tit-mounds of flesh, lapping the cleavage and remembering how his cock fucked those knockers in the past. He inhaled the fragrance of her body and didn't hate himself for a moment for what he was about to do. He was a man with a hard, throbbing erection and needed a woman to release the mounting pressure within his groin.
Patty unhooked the bra and freed her boobs. "These are my love," she sighed. "Kiss them, honey. Lick and suck them like you used to." She cupped one tit and thrust it into his mouth.
Richard Williams sucked the succulent mound into his mouth and licked the erect nipple with the tip of his tongue. And as he did, Patty slowly unwrapped her legs and regained her stature, freeing his hands. He instantly massaged the other breast while sucking on the right one.
"Mmmmm... honey... " he moaned, feeling ready to explode. "I can't wait for the main course," he said, switching his mouth from one tit to the other, sucking each one wetly and hungrily licking the piercing nipples.
"Uummm... " she moaned, clenching her teeth, just loving the feel of his sharp teeth biting lightly on her sensitive doorbells. "Oh, you can't wait! What... what about meeee... " she continued, reaching down for his groin. She ran her hand up and down the full length of his dork and felt it responding, throbbing with lust with only the fabric of his pants keeping it from its goal, to fill her hand.
"Welcome home, Richard," she said, pulling the zipper down and eagerly fishing out his schlong. It sprang out and slapped her palm. She quickly closed her fist around the warm shaft of flesh and gave it a few heartwarming strokes.
Richard let out a deep sigh and, releasing Patty's milk mounds, lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. Along the way, Patty continued to stroke his cock and ran a finger over the slit-like opening, smearing the pre-seminal fluid over the large head of his fuck pole.
He sat her down on the edge of the bed and, as he stripped, she licked the digit clean, sucking it partially into her warm oral cavity. Patricia wanted to taste him, to have his large hard-on fucking her face. As soon as he kicked the pants aside, she sealed her wet lips around his bulbous cockhead and sucked him slowly into her mouth. "Mmmmm... yummee... "she moaned, rolling her eyes upward to view the pleasure she was giving him as his nuts slapped her on the chin. She had him in her mouth for the first time in what seemed like an eternity and wanted to cherish the moment. She remained motionless while his dick throbbed and jerked from the licks she was giving the highly sensitive area beneath the glans.
"Arghhh... suck it, Pat. Lick and suck my cock," he begged, placing a hand on the back of her head. Patty finally started to move her head, withdrawing her mouth until only the tip was once again sealed by her lips. Holding him so, she sucked deeply and hotly, letting the tip of her tongue drive him crazy as it lashed the slit-like opening.
Richard felt the cum rising and couldn't take it any longer. Holding her head, he thrust his meat back deeply and then pumped her mouth faster and faster. She quickly got the message and, cupping his buttocks, slid her mouth back and forth, never taking her eyes from his, swallowing him to the hilt each time.
And sensing his cock contracting, she grabbed his bloated balls and started to milk them feverishly as he shot his first load of hot jism. With the taste of cum in her mouth, she sucked that much harder, the action drawing her cheeks inward with each inhalation of fresh cock. Richard continued to thrust while ejaculating, filling her oral innards with semen, which proved to be too much for her. It was oozing out of her tightly pressed lips and dripping down her chin.
With the last load securely in her mouth, he withdrew his penis and lifted up her face by placing his fingers under the chin, feeling the sticky wetness on it from his cum. She continued to swallow the semen in her mouth and quickly licked the drops off her chin to her lips, she licked his digits clean with a smile.
"Now lick my cock clean, honey," Richard said, touching her lightly on the ear, running his fingers up and down that area of the neck. Patty purred and, holding his slippery cock, licked the jism and saliva from the lengthy shaft. With his prick clean, she licked the balls and surprised him by sucking the both of them into her mouth, pushing her cheeks outward.
Richard groaned with the sensation and when she released him, he laid down on the bed and cradled his wife in one arm as the other slipped down, his hand pulling the panties down to her thighs. The lips of her pussy were wet and swollen. The clit exposed from its protective hood quivered with lust as his fingers massaged it.
"Oh, yes, darling. It feels so good," she moaned, kissing the flesh of the chest which would soon be crushing her against the mattress as he thrust his cock into her boiling snatch. "Oh, Richard, you remember me telling you about Linda?" she panted, lifting one leg and throwing it over his body, keeping it bent at the knee to give him easy access to her fucking hole.
Richard thrust two fingers into the sopping-wet gash and felt the inner pinkness surrounding them, drawing them deeper and deeper. "Linda... Linda... you're old school chum," he finally replied, kissing her on the mouth, tasting his cum on her lips. "Well, I saw her and do you believe that she's already divorced!" she stated, sensing an orgasm approaching. And as she fucked his fingers, she felt his thumb working on her clit. He knew so well how to finger-fuck an eager twat.
"Divorced!" he said, withdrawing his fingers and rolling her over. She was directly beneath him and felt her legs being lifted and bent down against her big breasts. Her arched pussy felt his cockhead brushing it in a teasing fashion.
As he positioned his cock, letting the cunt lips wrap themselves around the bulbous end, he wondered if she finally wanted a divorce and was casually bringing up the subject. If she was, it would take all the pressure off him and save a lot of crying on her part, something he couldn't stand.
"How is she taking it?" he asked, thrusting his granite-hard phallus totally into her wet, eager pussy.
"Arghhh... aahhh... " she gasped with the sudden penetration of his throbbing prick. She felt herself being filled with cock flesh and loved every damn inch of it. People were like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle waiting to be fitted properly to form one perfect body of human lust and satisfaction.
"She's taking it... oh, God!" she groaned as he withdrew his cock to the head, only to ram it right back down into her. "She's taking it... oh, God... you've never seen a happier woman in your life," she continued, taking deep breaths as he thrust his porker in and out of her snizz at a steady pace. She decided not to tell him that Linda was a lesbian. "Oh, Richard, fuck me... fuck me like you used to," she begged, moving her cunt up to meet his thrusts. "Here, suck my tits. Suck them while you're balling me."
Richard kissed the offered mounds of flesh and licked the perky pink nipples. "Glad to hear it," he said, flicking his tongue over the heaving succulent hemispheres, driving his pork faster and faster into her moist and tender pulsating pink flesh. As he did so, she worked the muscles of her cunt skillfully on his penetrating shaft and the sensation was electrifying.
"Oh, Richard, you haven't forgotten," she finally voiced her true thoughts. "Oh, I love you. You really are something. When I thought I had lost you forever, you came back to me," she added, reaching down and fingering his balls, sensing them bloating with a new supply of heated cum.
"What... what... " he stammered, releasing the nipple he had been sucking on and looking into her eyes. "Forgotten... forgotten what?" he asked. And it was then, from the look in his eyes, that Patty realized that she was dead-wrong about his intentions.
"Our anniversary!" she screamed, feeling his hard cock starting to jerk and go into contractions with the coming ejaculation. "Our anniversary, it's today... tonight!" She started to push him off her body, but he held his position, pumping his pecker even faster to obtain the come. "Oh, God, I thought with the dinner reservations... making love to me... ohh... nooo... " she groaned, unable to hold back the orgasm that ripped through her, flooding her pussy with juice.
With the sex-sauce covering his cock, he fought for his climax, and won when the first load of jism erupted into her box. Patty turned her head away in defeat and let him satisfy his lust as tears came to her eyes. Richard continued to thrust his prod and pump her orgasmic snatch full of cum, mixing it with her own womanly sex fluids. And with the truth out, the pleasure of the come had no effect on her. She felt like she had been raped.
"Patty, when you mentioned Linda's divorce, I figured you wanted one just like I do," he said, putting on an innocent look.
Patty faced him, hatred in her eyes. And having pumped his testicles empty, he stopped thrusting but kept his cock in the warm inner depths of her body. She remained silent for a moment, knowing that there was no way in hell to save their marriage now. Not after tonight. All he wanted was to fuck her one last time!
"It's you who wants a divorce. You were going to tell me tonight over dinner, but then you suddenly got hot and horny and wanted to fuck me!" she said coldly. "Richard, how could you! How could you let me suck your cock and let you screw me, only to tell me you want a damn divorce!"
"Please, Patty, don't take it so hard. Don't tell me you didn't see it coming," Richard said, pleading his weak case and letting her push him off her trembling flesh. He laid on his side and reached for a breast as she sat up in bed.
"Don't touch me. I might be blind and stupid at times, but you're a fucking madman," Patty said, slapping his hand away. A hand which had given her much pleasure through the years. "Don't touch me, I said," she repeated when he placed the hand on her inner thigh.
She slid out of the bed and, facing him with jism running down her legs, she cried, "You bastard... you no-good fucking bastard!" She picked up her panties and bra and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
"Patty, please, let me in. Let's talk this over," he entreated, pulling on his pants outside the door. "You said Linda was a much happier woman since her divorce." He tried the door again, but it was securely locked. And then, he banged on it in frustration.
"I'm not Linda. I never was and never will be," she shot back, her voice trembling with anger. And wiping the cum from her legs and scooping what she could from her warm cunt, she pulled on her panties. She wanted to take a bath, but she couldn't stand the thought of remaining in this house a moment longer with him.
Hooking her bra, she opened the bathroom door and shouted, "I'll fix your ass! You just wait and see!" She picked up her shoes and the dress she was planning on wearing to dinner tonight. And brushing past his hands, she ran out the front door in only her bra and panties. "Shit, they all must know. A wife is always the last one to know!"
Fortunately, a cab was driving down the street and she hailed it. When the driver turned around to find out where she wanted to go, she screamed, "What are you looking at? Drive!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Linda, how can I ever thank you?" Patty Williams was saying, "I just couldn't think of any other place to go to at this time of the night." It was only after being driven around for a few minutes that she had realized she hadn't any money on her person. In the mad rush to leave Richard and get out of that house, she had totally forgotten her purse.
Then, in desperation, she recalled Linda's open invitation and was relieved to find her at home. When she didn't answer the door right away, Patty had the sudden fear of having to suck the taxi driver's cock as payment for the fare. And then, even maybe fuck him for enough money so she could stay in a motel room for the endless night.
She breathed a lot easier when Linda finally opened the door and, welcoming her in, paid the taxi fare without question, thank heaven. The last thing she wanted to do tonight was suck that driver's dick or spread her legs for him. She had sucked-off Richard and spread her legs in trying to save her marriage, and where did it get her!
"Drink it, honey," Linda said, sitting down next to her on the sofa. She placed an arm around Patty's trembling shoulders. The tense woman finished the drink and resumed crying softly, crushing her face onto Linda's chest. She needed comfort, to feel another's warm flesh as tears flowed freely..
Linda wore no bra, and Patty felt the tit warming to her cheek and the nipple grew erect and slightly pierced the thin fabric of the blouse, touching the corner of her mouth. The nubbin instantly brought back the memory of how it tasted in her sucking mouth. And in her state of emotional stress, she would suck it once again like a baby in the security of a mother's arm.
"Oh, Linda, what am I going to do!" she cried, looking up, swallowing the choking sobs.
Linda pulled Patty's head back to her warm bosom and with the other hand took a tissue and wiped the tears from her friend's eyes and cheeks. "It will be all right, you'll see. In the morning, things will look a lot better than they do now. They always do."
"But you don't understand, Linda. I have no money. No job," Patty Williams confessed, expressing the inner fear of being out on the street on her own for the first time in her life. It scared the hell out of her, especially since she had no real work experience. She couldn't even do simple typing. All she actually knew how to do was satisfy a man, to suck and fuck a hard, throbbing cock to placidity.
"Patty, honey, there's plenty of room in this house. You can stay here with me for as long as you like," Linda suggested, lifting Patty's pretty face and giving her a kiss on the forehead. "And don't worry about money for now. Have you forgotten that women are born survivors. No matter what happens to us, we live on. It's in our nature." She moved her fingers slowly up and down Patty's neck, touching the ear lobe.
Patty recovered from her state and, lifting her head higher, she said, "Oh, you're beautiful." Her tears had soaked into Linda's blouse and she tried to wipe them away with her hand. As she did so, she felt Linda's breast responding to the womanly touch. She now realized that staying in this house would mean sleeping with the hostess, no matter what Linda said. That was something she had made up her mind never to do again, but with things the way they are now, she was having second thoughts. Linda had been so understanding the first time.
"It'll wash out. It's not ruined," Linda responded with a smile, placing her hand on top of Patty's for a moment and pressing it down on her teat. "Tears are good for a woman's clothing, since we are hurt so often by men."
Patty pulled her hand free and sat up on the sofa. But she couldn't shake the slight wetness between her thighs. "Thanks, I don't know where I would have gone," she sighed, taking a tissue and wiping the new tears from her eyes.
"I said you were always welcome in my house," Linda replied, standing up to refresh the drinks. She returned and took a sip of hers, placing the other on the coffee table.
"I... I feel so stupid. I saw it coming for months and yet I fell for it," Patty continued once again, explaining her vulnerability. "It's our anniversary and he had made dinner reservations... I thought he remembered! Then he gets turned-on and we go to bed. Then after I suck his cock, he balls me and breaks the bad news. He wants a divorce."
"Men are so insensitive to a woman's feelings and inner needs," Linda lamented. "Only another woman ever really understands a woman, and that doesn't include all the time," she added as a statement of fact. And besides, she thought, a woman knows how to suck a pussy better than any man I ever met. From her own experience and talks with other women, she believed it when it was said that most men didn't like munching cunt although they loved having their cocks sucked noon, evening, and morning.
"We made love like we hadn't in a long time," Patty said, which was true. "It felt so wonderful... Jesus, Linda. It's not fair. It's not fair," she repeated until she started coughing.
"Sit back and relax, honey," Linda comforted in a low voice. "I'll help you. I'll get in touch with my lawyer. He's good," she continued, remembering, that she had to suck his cock and screw him. He was good in more ways than one, but that was before she gave up on men completely. Richard Williams would be lucky to leave with his cock and balls in hand after the divorce.
Patty remained silent. She was too good to really put the screws to her husband. And besides, she wanted to prove something to herself now... to see if she could indeed make it on her own on the street.
"Oh, my, it's getting late. I'm keeping you up with my troubles," Patty said apologetically, checking the time, grateful to be wearing the wristwatch when leaving the house. At least she had something of value.
"No, it's quite all right. I seldom go to bed this early," Linda reassured her friend. "But maybe you're right. You should be asleep. You had a rough time and need the rest," she continued, taking her hand and standing up. "Come on, let's both go to bed." She pulled Patty to her feet.
"Where will I sleep?" Patty asked, looking deeply into Linda's eyes and finding her response. Nothing was for free in this life. One had to pay the price.
"In my bed, silly," Linda answered with a slight laugh, licking her upper lip. She placed her arm around the woman and pulled her tightly against her body, kissing the mouth lightly as beautiful bosoms crushed each other and crotch grinded against crotch in wanton lust.
"Sorry, Patty, but I have no guest room," she added, breaking off the kiss. "And the sofa is far too uncomfortable for such a warm and soft body." She kissed Patty again and, with an arm around the waist, led the way into the bedroom.
"Linda... I... " Patty moaned, staring at the bed.
"I'll take care of you," Linda said, slipping a hand inside the top of her dress, cupping a trembling boob. She squeezed the familiar mound of flesh, the thin bra being no barrier. And as she did, she pulled the zipper down the back with her other hand and unhooked the bra. The dress fell down to Patty's waist and the bra floated to the floor.
Patty felt herself responding like she did the first time. When Linda lowered her mouth onto a breast, Patty placed both hands on the back of her head and pulled it tighter to her milk mound. Linda licked the flesh of the woman and sucked the hardening nipple between her lips, licking it feverishly with the tip of the tongue. While she did this, her hands worked the dress totally off Patty Williams.
"My, my, Richard left you with a load," Linda said, after thrusting two fingers into Patty's warm and moist pussy. She moved the fingers in and out a few times and finally scooped out some cum, raising the sticky fluid to her eyes.
"Oh, no, I forgot!" Patty uttered in embarrassment, closing her thighs, feeling suddenly unclean with Richard's cum still within her fucked cunt.
"You need a nice warm bath, honey," Linda suggested. And cupping a meaty ass cheek, walked her into the bathroom. As the tub filled with water, Linda stripped off her clothing and stood naked before Patty, who was sitting quietly on the John.
"I'll wash you nice and clean, Patty," Linda said, running a hand through her hair. "I'll clean out your pussy and free you of Richard's cum-hold on your luscious body." She fingered the ear and lifting up the head, placed her middle digit on Patty's lips. Patty kissed the offered finger, which would soon be scooping out Richard's last sexual lust, and sucked it into her mouth, biting it gently.
Linda clenched her teeth and sighed, spreading her shapely gams while moving her crotch closer to Patty's head. Patty could now smell the musky aroma of Linda's cunt and saw the labia glistening with moisture. The clit was coming out from its protective hood, anticipating the licks of a tongue as it flicked it into a sucking mouth.
"Oh, Linda, I'm no lesbian... " Patty moaned softly, releasing the finger, knowing what Linda wanted her to do at the moment. And as she said it, she was reaching out and cupping the meaty ass cheeks. The pussy lips opened and quivered, the lubrication dripping faster from the inner pulsating pinkness.
"I know you're not. But in times of stress, we women should stick together and help one another out," she replied, taking hold of Patricia's head with both hands. "Kiss me, Patty. Let me feel your mouth working me while the tongue penetrates and licks me within. Suck and tongue-fuck me, sweetheart. Make me come!"
Patty swallowed hard and, closing her eyes lightly, started to kiss the warm flesh around the pubic mound. The deepening aroma of Linda's boiling box entered her nostrils and acted as an aphrodisiac. She slipped her hands to the front and parted the swelling pussy lips and curly hair.
"Baby, don't torture me," Linda uttered and thrust her cunt forward, rubbing it into Patty's mouth.
Patty kissed the tender folds of flesh and sucked one between her lips, mouthing it gently while licking it with the tip of her tongue. Her fingers dug deeply into the flesh of the ass cheeks, near the crack of the behind.
"Ooohhh... honneee... mmm... " Linda purred like a pussy cat when Patty thrust her tongue into the pulsating inner pinkness. The walls of her twat closed down around the penetrating taste buds and worked the tender hardness with skill. "Yes... yes... suck and lick me, Patty. I'm going to come soon... sooo... soon!"
Patty Williams continued sucking on Linda's pussy, and the longer she did, the less guilt she felt. She was a heterosexual female, and once she got her feet back on the ground with a job and steady income, she would leave Linda. But in the meantime, she had to survive.
"Oh, honey, the little man in the boat wants to be sucked. Please suck him now," Linda moaned, sensing an orgasm approaching. What she didn't tell Patty was that she had been masturbating right before the doorbell rang, but with no success. Now, with her here, it would only be a matter of minutes.
Patty took a deep breath and, opening her eyes, smiled up at her friend, her lips wet with the taste of tender twat. She flicked the tip of her tongue over the sensitive knob of flesh and drove Linda wild with passion. The clit melted between her lips as she sucked it deeper and deeper as if it were a tiny little penis. As she did, she thrust a finger into the wet depths of Linda's pulsating cunt and finger-fucked it.
Linda whimpered like a bitch in heat. "Ooohh... yes, that's fine... great. Don't stop... keep sucking and fucking, Patty. Oh, I love you!" she uttered, feeling weaker with the approaching orgasm and, from the sense of it, it was going to be a multiple one. A mind-blower!
Patty could tell she was about to climax and worked her lips and tongue faster. And then, a piercing scream shattered their private world.
"Arghhhh... oooohhhh... I'm coming. I'm coming. Eat me. Suck my cunt!" Linda begged, thrusting and writhing her flooding snizz against Patty's sucking young mouth.
Patty released the retracting clit and rammed her lapper deeply into the inner pink depths and started to suck and scoop out the love juice as it flowed freely down the pulsating channel. The contractions milking away on the taste buds, drawing the tongue in and then out as if it were a cock. The aroma of an orgasming cunt was heavy and pungent in the bathroom.
Linda panted wildly and, as the multiple-orgasms continued to weaken her body, she slowly fell to her knees. Patty reluctantly lifted her mouth clear of the cunt and kissed both breasts, the nipples hard and piercing. Sweat dripped from Linda's forehead and Patty cradled the head, crushing it against her own body as Linda's hand fell onto her crotch.
They both remained silent and frozen for a time. And then finally, Patty sat Linda back against the wall and asked, "You going to be all right?" Linda nodded without looking up at her. She lowered her head onto her knees and wrapped both arms around her trembling bod as the climaxes were slowly subsiding.
Patty stepped into the tub, having shut off the tap and submerged herself in the warm water, loving the feel of water caressing her body between the parted thighs. She splashed the water lustfully against her pussy and washed out the globs of Richard's cum. As she moved in the water, her boobs floated upon the water like two mountainous islands.
"I'm sorry, Patty, you're going to have to wash yourself. I'm beat after that workout you gave me. Christ, you're good," Linda said apologetically, getting up onto her feet. She trembled for a moment and then slowly walked into the bedroom. "Take your time, honey."
Patty did, soaking her flesh in the water and, whenever the water got cold, she drained some and poured in the hot, thoroughly cleansing her body. Finally, when she'd had enough, she stepped out and dried herself, looking continuously in the full-length mirror. She had to check out the goods with the competition being the way it was on the street.
"Hi," she said, standing in the bedroom door, the towel wrapped around her sultry body, shaking her hair down loose.
Linda was laying on the bed with her legs spread wide; she was smoking a cigarette. She dropped the ash in the tray and reached for the drink she had brought in from the living room. There was one for Patty Williams on the night-stand on the other side of the bed.
"Well, Patty, just don't stand there," Linda continued when Patty didn't move an inch.
"Come to bed." She patted the area next to her.
"I owe you one. Boy, do I owe you one! I never felt so great after being cunt-lapped. You're a fast learner!"
, Patty came out of her stupor and sat down on the bed, placing a hand on Linda's knee. What she wanted to do was leave and sleep alone on the sofa, but didn't want to hurt Linda's feelings.
"Patty, I know what you're thinking. You don't have to sleep in my bed if you don't want to," Linda said, reaching out for her. Patty fell back onto the bed, still in Linda's arms, and opened her mouth as Linda kissed and thrust a tongue inside.
I... I... want to, really," Patty moaned, returning the kiss. She felt the towel being unwrapped and a hand cupping a tit, pinching the nipple to hardness. And she did. After eating Linda's pussy and swallowing that tasty love juice, she was hot and horny herself. She wanted an orgasm to release the inner tensions.
"That's my girl," Linda smiled, kissing her neck. She shifted between Patty's spreading legs and started to grind her crotch on Patty's arching one.
"Lick them, Linda. Lick and suck my tits," Patty moaned, writhing her pussy beneath Linda's thrusting hips. She arched her cunt and cupped Linda's rear cheeks, digging her nails in as she massaged them. "Suck my pussy. Put your mouth down between my thighs. Linda, I want to fuck your mouth!"
Linda willingly slid down between the parted thighs and buried her mouth on the waiting quim. The pussy lips were wet and eagerly kissed back, clasping themselves onto her sucking mouth.
"Ooohh... yessss... " Patty moaned, rocking forward as Linda thrust her tongue deeply inside. She now took a firm hold of Linda's head and started to thrust up, fucking the mouth as if she had a fucking cock instead of a cunt.
As she did, she realized this would be her way of life until she could find a job and her own apartment. With an orgasm coming, she couldn't complain too much. It felt good and, after all, flesh was flesh.
CHAPTER SIX
Patty Williams appreciated Linda Davidson's open-door policy toward her but, after the second week, it was proving to be too much for her. In the first few days, she was full of self-pity and too emotionally weak to consider fully what was happening to her. But now, with the third week, Patty realized that the price was too high to pay.
Linda wanted to make love to her every night. And she willingly gave in, returning the love making and enjoying every orgasmic minute. But as time past, she was laying more passive and allowing Linda to do all the work in bed.
Patty found herself to be a plaything in Linda's expert and commanding hands. And if she didn't get off on the self-pity kick now, she would never gain her total independence.
During the past two days, she checked the classified want ads and was discouraged to find that there wasn't a thing she was qualified to do. Even the hole-in-the-wall restaurants wanted a waitress with experience. Catch twenty-two had her by the crotch! And another thing which didn't help her problem any was the constantly rising unemployment level-situation which made the competition even tougher. It was enough to make a grown woman cry and she did, after Linda had exhausted her lust and fallen asleep.
She cursed herself for not having gone out and found work after their marriage like a lot of other women. If she had, she wouldn't be sitting here worrying about her future.
She thought of her parents, but didn't want to face them just yet. And luckily, they were now living down in Florida. As far as they knew, she was happily married without a care in the world. Lucky girl. Not like one of the growing number of divorcees!
"Any luck?" Linda asked, walking into the living room. She was dressed in slacks and a blouse sheer enough to expose her braless breasts. Placing a cigarette between her lips, she sat down in the chair opposite the sofa.
"That's exactly what I need... luck," Patty replied with a frown, throwing the paper down on the floor. "It's frustrating as hell knowing you want to work, but no one will give you the chance to prove it." She sat back on the sofa and then rocked forward, locking her hands between her knees.
"Well, as I said before, my home is your home. Don't let it get to you," Linda said, picking up the cup of coffee which Patty had poured for her. "I have the place for you to sleep. And there's plenty to eat." She grinned, showing the tip of her tongue. "Now take your time and find a job you'll like, nothing just to feed your face. If you don't, you'll hate yourself each morning." She sipped her coffee and lit another cigarette.
"You're right. Amazing how a divorce makes you face the world. I want to be on my own. My own apartment and paying the bills without depending on others. Damn, I should have gotten a job a long time ago," she cursed, pausing with a thought. "But thank God, I'm not old or middle-aged like some of the women who suddenly find themselves out on the street while their husbands are fucking some young cunt. I am that young cunt!"
"That's the spirit, kid. Don't let the world get you down," Linda lauded, puffing madly on the cigarette. "It always happens, though, to the nice ones, the innocent," she remarked with a sincere tone. It was a simple fact of life. She should know only too well, having slept with a great number of young girls who were dropped by their loving husbands for another piece.
"Thanks, I needed to hear that. But 'innocent' isn't the word to describe me. Stupid. Stupid is a far better word," Patty replied. "It was just plain stupidity on my part." She threw up her hands with a dumb expression on her face. "If I had been smart, I would have waited a few years before getting married. I would have dated far more in the search for the right man, instead of marrying one I thought was for me. And while I did, I would have worked and started some sort of career!"
Linda Davidson had watched Patty for the past few weeks, moping around the house with nothing to do. It was indeed time for her to get a job, although it would mean moving out. She could tell that Patty wanted to get away from her. The thought saddened her since she was rather fond of Patty. The girl was so willing in bed.
"You will, love, rest easy. You're still a kid, you can do anything you want to do," Linda stated as if she were the older woman. She was not. They were both the same age, but Linda had matured quickly in life. And carried herself like a woman instead of a little girl. "And remember, don't take that son-of-a-bitch back, no matter what he promises you. I've seen girls take back their husbands and lose everything a second time. Christ, it's enough to make a girl give up on men!" She smiled and let out a short laugh.
Patty nodded and felt a touch of envy. Linda could laugh all she wanted. She had a good job with a public-relations firm... a field where she could meet all the men she wanted or all the women! And in Linda's case, she must be driving a lot of guys crazy, sending them to the cold showers with a casual rejection.
"I won't take him back," Patty moaned, recalling how safe and secure she had felt in Richard's arms.
"You know, I would like you to work with my company, but right now they're not hiring anybody. Money is tight, kid," Linda confessed. She was telling the truth. When Patty initially moved in, Linda had checked with her boss and got the same answer: "Sorry, not right now. Maybe in a few months. Oh, say, Linda, you free tonight?"
She had made it with her boss a few times when first starting to work for the firm. Peter never knew about it and it didn't hurt anyone. Now, all she would do for her boss was to cater to his fetish.
Some fetish. A grown man acting like a kid. "Oh, I'm sorry, mommy. I'm sorry. Please... please, don't hurt me," he cried in the privacy of his office. The door was securely locked and his secretary had orders to inform all callers he was in conference. "I didn't mean to do it, mommy," he continued, trembling before her stern look.
"You've been a very bad boy," she scolded him loudly, rolling up her skirt to the waist, exposing her scantily-clad crotch and naked thighs. She patted her lap. "Come here, Roger. You must be punished!"
Roger would take one step, sucking on his thumb as his other hand cradled his groin like a little boy who has to go to the bathroom.
"I said, come here!" Linda commanded, repeating her lines. She had spoken them quite often. And reaching out, took him by the belt and dropped his pants to his ankles. The shorts came down next as he cried with the anticipation of a spanking. She placed him over her knees, making sure his placid cock was between them.
"Oh, mommy, please, don't hurt me. I won't do it again. I promise. I promise... " he begged, tears flowing freely, feeling the warmth of her thighs.
"You were a naughty boy, Roger. And all little naughty boys must be spanked," she said, hitting him lightly at first. "It hurts me more than it does you," she added, striking him harder and faster. And as she did, his cock would start to harden and grow between her warm thighs. The spanking caused his erection to thrust between her tightly closed thighs, bloating his nuts. The thigh-fucking and spanking sent a rippling sensation throughout his body, a body which craved to feel pain with lust, to be humiliated by a woman.
Linda Davidson didn't mind spanking Roger. The extra money felt good in her hands and besides, it proved to her that men were only children at heart who needed to be constantly punished for what they did to women. Women who were far superior to men.
When he'd had enough, she dropped him to the floor and placed a high heel upon his throbbing cock. "Roger, you have an erection... naughty boy. What did I tell you about that? It's not nice to hurt girls with it. Now you must beat yourself... punish yourself for your evil thoughts toward us women. Grab it. Beat it till it's soft and weak. Rid yourself of the pain you feel within your balls!"
After each session, she could only imagine how he behaved at home with his wife? But she never asked. She didn't really care, not when he was fucking her or now. The odds were that he was either a hen-pecked husband who was afraid of his wife, or had a dominating mother.
"Hell, look at the time." Linda muttered, looking at her wristwatch, shaking the thoughts of Roger out of her head. "I'd better be going or I might be one of the rising number of America's unemployed," she added, deciding not to tell Patty just yet about Roger's little problem. Standing up, she finished her coffee and realized why she should suddenly think of Roger's fetish. He was due for a session today. He has been very naughty during the past few days and needed to be punished.
"We can't have that, can we?" Patty replied in a lighthearted tone, picking up the paper. "I'll just go over the ads one more time. Maybe I missed something the first time around. We women must be good for something besides laying on our backs with a cock pounding away at our bodies."
"You're right there, love," Linda quickly interjected, licking her lips. Patty blushed at being reminded of her recent and present life style. Linda noticed Patty's uneasiness and changed the subject. "Say, just pick out the best ads and call them up. Lie a little. One has to these days to get one's foot in the door. Once inside, you can prove yourself. Right?" she explained the tricks of the trade. "Shit, remember, everyone lies. It's all a big game out there, a game dealing with human flesh."
"Thanks again," Patty said. Linda walked to the door and stopped, facing Patty. "Have a nice day, now," Patty continued, kissing Linda on the mouth, feeling her hand squeezing an ass cheek. As Linda thrust her tongue into Patty's mouth, Patty thought, I'd better get the fuck out of here before it's too late for me. I'll be a lesbian just like Linda. And not having slept with a man for some time, she was beginning to have inner doubts. Damn, she needed a man. A man who could take her in his arms and prove to her that she was still a cock-loving lady.
Without waiting to see Linda drive off, she returned to the sofa and checked over the want ads with a deep, searching zest. Finally she spotted a receptionist's opening. Sure, she could handle that with no sweat. All she actually needed to know was how to answer a phone and have a warm, welcoming smile.
"Sorry, Mrs. Williams, the position has already been filled. No, there are no other openings at the present time. Thank you for calling. Oh, yes, I'll keep you in mind if something turns up," the unseen personnel manager stated as though he was repeating the lines for the tenth time this morning.
She heard the same answer over and over as she called a few other places. Then, she slammed down the phone in total frustration. Why do they still run the fucking ad when the position has already been taken! She cursed inwardly.
She stood up and paced the floor, fast and madly. And then she walked into the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee, drinking cup after cup. Tapping her fingers on the counter, she wanted to scream bloody murder when the doorbell rang.
"Oh, fuck-off, whoever you are!" she uttered. "Damn, just listen to yourself, kid, will you!" she continued, talking to herself. "I better get a firm hold on myself or I'll be in the loony bin instead of on the street." She shook her hair into place and walked toward the front as it rang a second time. Opening the door, she froze at the sight of the tall, handsome man. "Oh, yes... may I help you... " she said, softening her tone, thrusting her breasts out and standing up straight, with a bright smile on her face.
"Patty... is it... yes... Patty, it's you. Patricia Stone. What in heaven are you doing here?" the man said, walking into the house without an invitation. Patty didn't recognize the man and had a moment of fear. "Don't you remember me... Peter... Peter Davidson!"
"Peter!" Patty said with a sigh of relief. And closing the door, she threw her arms around his broad shoulders, kissing him warmly on the mouth. As she did, her body involuntarily, knowing its needs, started to grind pussy against groin.
"Peter Davidson... mmm... " she moaned.
Peter Davidson didn't fight her off, and wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss, wiggling his tongue into her open mouth. His hands slid down and cupped the tender meat of her pert rear end. He pulled her even closer and started to rotate his hardening cock against a pussy he'd wanted to penetrate deeply so long ago. And only the fabric of their clothing prevented the fucking action at the moment.
"Patty, you sure have changed," he claimed, reluctantly pushing her to arms-length, admiring her. "You sure are pretty. And damn it, you got me confused. I always figured you to be frigid or... " He stopped and looked about the house. Linda's house now. A lesbian. He released her as the thought passed through his head. "Are you her lover...?" he softly asked with a need to know.
"Peter! No. My God, no... no," she lied, telling a white he. "I'm only staying here until I find a place of my own. My husband left me. I had no other place to go. Linda was good enough to take me in ," she continued, knowing that her faint blushing was exposing the truth.
"I'm so glad to hear it," Peter Davidson replied, taking her back into his arms. "You don't know how I felt catching her in bed with another woman. A man I could understand," he said, kissing her, cupping a breast, finding the nipple hardening.
"Oh... Peter... Peter," she gasped as his hand massaged her tits, unbuttoning her blouse. Then his mouth was kissing her knockers as his hands unhooked the bra. "Aaahh... ooohh... Peter... suck them," she sighed, trembling in the arms of a man she hadn't seen in years... a boy whose advances she had rejected years ago.
Peter licked the succulent mounds of tit flesh, tonguing the erect nipples while sucking them between his lips. His teeth gently bit while his hands went under the skirt and slipped into the elastic band of her panties. It wouldn't be long now before he felt the wetness of her pussy, the thoroughly soaked crotch of the panties.
"Noooo... nooo... don't stop," she pleaded when Peter pulled his mouth clear of the ample chest and removed his hands from beneath her skirt. He looked hard into her face. "What is it?" she asked weakly, wanting to turn away from his piercing eyes.
"Patty, I've got to know the truth," he stated at last, kissing her on the eyes and nose. "About you and Linda?" he added, placing his hands on her shoulders.
She could smell the growing aroma of her sex rising from between her thighs and wondered why Peter couldn't? Didn't he feel her wetness? "Peter, what can I say," she whispered, sensing the pressure on her shoulders, and willingly dropped to her knees. And before her eyes now, she could see the mounting pressure of his erection, pressing against the fabric of his pants.
"Say nothing, Patty. Prove it," Peter suggested.
Patty didn't need to be told more. She pulled the zipper down on his pants and found both her hands filled with warm, throbbing flesh. Linda wasn't lying about the size of his cock. It was massive and she wondered if she could suck all of it into her mouth. The bulbous head was oozing pre-seminal fluid and she licked it into her mouth, loving the taste of a man's cum.
"That's it, Pat. Lick it. Suck my cock. Let me feel those lips around my shaft, slipping and sliding over every last inch of cock," Peter begged, placing his hands on her head. "Open wide, honey. Wide as you possibly can!"
Patty licked her lips and, opening her mouth, felt his phallus inching into her sucking oral channel. "Arrgghhhh!" she gasped when he suddenly thrust the full length of his meat into her mouth. With his balls pressing against her chin, he held her firmly, letting her get the feeling of his cock totally filling her sucking mouth. "Arggh... aaahhhhh... " she groaned, fighting for a breath of air.
And although her lips were painfully stretched, she loved the sensation of sucking a huge schlong. She slowly started to move her mouth up and down on his dong, fingering the bloated balls with lust, unable to wait for the white jizz to spurt out and wash away the last of her Sapphic fears.
Peter Davidson felt himself about to explode, and thrust his stiffening pole in and out of her sucking-wet mouth with renewed intensity. The contractions were upon him as the first heavy load of sperm was rising from the depths of his bloated nut-sac. "Suck it, Patty. Suck it, show Peter how much you love sucking cock! I'm coming... I'm coming!" he groaned, crushing her mouth against his groin, pumping her full of boiling cum.
Patty almost choked, unable to swallow the penile juice fast enough. The constant stream of white sticky fluid soon seeped out from her lips and dribbled down her chin. Tiny bubbles formed around her lips as his cum was mixed with her saliva and air.
"Patricia Stone... You're really something... all these years I've thought you were one cold bitch! Damn, the wait was well worth it!" he praised, sighing as the last ounces of semen shot into her oral cavern.
When he finally pulled his erection out of her sucking mouth, Patty collapsed on the floor, raising her skirt and tearing off her soaked panties. She lifted her legs and spread them wide, exposing her dripping folds of cunt flesh. The inner pink flesh was pulsating and begging to be fucked by his throbbing shaft.
"Fuck me, Peter! Fuck me. I need to have your fat cock inside me... pleaseee... " she begged, licking the cum from around her lips, not wanting to waste even a single drop of his precious cock juice.
Peter dropped to his knees and, without a word, he started to lap the dripping wetness from her pussy, working the tip of his tongue over her hardened clit. "Oh, oh... aaahh... Peter... stop it... stop torturing me like this! I said to fuck me! Fuck me with your cock!" she couldn't wait another second longer to feel his huge prick filling her belly, bringing her to an wanton orgasm.
"Thannnnkk... youuu... " she gasped as he forced his massive member deeply into her pussy, stretching the walls to their fucking limits with surmounting pleasure. And as he thrust his thick shaft in and out of her quish, she faintly heard him ask, "Say, Patty, is Linda still home?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Patty Williams had wondered for hours if she should tell Linda about Peter's surprise visit, and then decided to keep quiet on the matter. There was no telling how Linda would take the news. And besides, Peter never did say what he wanted. And the answers to Linda's questions would most likely get her thrown out of the house.
She breathed a sigh of relief when Linda came home late and, kissing her once on the mouth, stated weakly that she wanted to get some sleep. After having sucked and fucked Peter's cock, she was in no mood herself to make it with a woman. Her pussy still grew wet and pulsated at the vivid thoughts of Peter's huge prod.
During the night, she couldn't get her mind off Peter and just how wonderful his dick had felt throbbing within her sucking mouth, thrusting and pushing out her shallow cheeks, slamming hotly against the back of her throat until it finally erupted and quenched her sexual thirst.
She swallowed at the thought and licked her lips, looking over at Linda, who slept soundly and without a care in the world. And as her pussy started to drip juice and ache for the hardness of a thrusting cock, she slipped her hand down and touched the erect clit. "Ooohh... myyyy... mmmm... " she moaned, rubbing it between two fingers, thinking of Peter's mammoth cock fucking her to a mind-blowing orgasm. An orgasm she needed now if she were ever to get any sleep.
Patty slipped the digits from her clit to the inner depths of her pulsating pussy, feeling the walls closing tightly around the dexterous fingers. And as she thrust her fingers in and out more rapidly, the trembling of her body shook the bed and awakened Linda.
"Oh... Patty... I'm so sorry," she uttered in a half sleep, her hand touching an erect nipple and then cascading down to Patty's thrusting fingers and felt the wet warmth of her quim. "I'm so sorry... but I'm just too tired tonight. I'll make it up to youuuu... " she added, weakly pushing a finger into her sopping pussy next to Patty's own thrusting two. The third finger added a new sensation and speeded up the approaching orgasm, but it soon stopped wiggling in and out as Linda fell back into a deep sleep.
Patty closed her eyes for a moment and then withdrew Linda's digit and placed the hand down between Linda's own thighs. Then arching her own pussy, Patty rubbed her clit with renewed lust and quickly brought her self to an orgasm. "Ooooonn... mmmmm... " she sighed, clenching her teeth so as not to awaken Linda another time. The pussy juice flowed freely and she smeared it all over her pubic mound and inner thighs. And she would have given anything for a man to be here right now to lick her clean!
With the release of sexual tension, she quickly fell asleep like Linda, placing the thought in her head to wake up bright and early. She knew that after a good night's sleep, Linda would want to make love to her in the morning, but not if she were already dressed and sitting in the kitchen or living room.
The birds were just singing their first tune when Patty opened her eyes and silently slipped out of the bed. Then, after a quick shower and dressing in the clothes Linda had given her, she made a fresh pot of coffee.
By the time Linda Davidson had awakened and dressed, Patty already had set up an interview for a job and she owed it all to Peter, she figured. For having met him, the experience had given her confidence... a confidence she needed in selling herself and in order to make something of herself in today's world.
It was a job she never even considered taking or would be in need of, but with the unemployment even higher now than when she first left Richard, she had to change her moral standards. Besides, the money was damn good for starters. She could well afford an apartment of her own within a week and still have enough left over to buy some clothing. Richard could keep her stuff, she decided. She wanted nothing from him. She would not bleed him for a single dime.
"Patty... you're up early," Linda said with a tone of inner regret, pulling up the zipper on her pants. And looking at a small mirror on the wall, she adjusted her blouse, making sure that just enough cleavage showed. Breasts, like everything else, needed to breathe in order to grow an function properly. She cupped her braless mounds of succulent flesh and squeezed them for a moment until the nipples hardened and pierced the thin fabric of her blouse.
"I couldn't sleep," she lied, having slept like a baby after her wondrous orgasm.
"Oh, I understand. I'm sorry about last night. I was hoping to make it up to you this morning, but you were already gone," she explained, joining her at the kitchen table. It was now across the table that she noticed the revitalized look in Patty's eyes and face.
"Go on, ask me," Patty said, smiling brightly, slapping the newspaper on the table.
"You found something... you got an interview!" Linda said. "That's great. You need a lift into town?" She poured herself a cup of coffee. "Damn, I wish you the best of luck. And say, what kind of job is it?" she continued, sipping her coffee.
"Oh, Linda, I'd rather not say just now. I'll tell you only if and when I get the job," Patty replied, the thought of the position still frightened her and she wondered if she did get the spot, could she go through with it! But since 'fucking Peter, Linda's ex-husband, in this very house, she had no desire to sleep with Linda again.
"Well, I better be going then," Linda said, standing up, gulping down the remains of her coffee. She leaned over to kiss Patty on the mouth, but Patty turned her head, offering instead a cheek. Linda noticed, but only added, "See you this evening then?"
"Sure thing," Patty said, knowing that Linda was posing a question and not just making a casual statement. Their relationship was suddenly at a breaking point and Linda sensed it. She was no one's fool. Linda, unlike herself had played the human game of love far too long. And she knew all the unexpected turns in the roads of life.
"Good," Linda said softly, putting on her sport coat. And as she started for the front door, Patty jumped up and embraced her. Linda wrapped her arms around the woman and returned the warmth, giving a cute ass cheek a slight squeeze. "Patty... Patty, I really do like you."
"I know," Patty replied, giving Linda a long wet kiss on the mouth.
"Mmmmm... that was nice, kid," Linda commented, giving her a wink. "Oh, by the way, there's some extra money in my bureau- inside my black-lace panties-in case you decide you need it." Tears came to Patty's eyes and Linda kissed them away. "Break a leg," she added, placing a fist against Patty's jaw.
"Thanks, Linda. Thanks for everything," Patty said, opening the door for Linda. Linda nodded and left without another word, hearing the door close behind her, sadly knowing that Patty would be gone when she returned tonight.
Patty Williams leaned back against the door and closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. She was walking out once again and just had to get that job, no matter what! Linda was offering her money if she needed it, and she did. She was not going to be on the street this time without a dime.
It was with a nervous feeling of insecurity that she walked into the bedroom and stripped down to her bra and panties and posed before the full-length mirror. And then, going into a dance number, she unhooked her bra and dropped it. The panties came down next and she stood mother-naked before the mirror.
She was surprised at the amount of cash and pocketed it gratefully, thanking Linda. "Linda, you really are a great friend," she muttered, dressing herself once again in a skirt and blouse.
Locking the door, she threw the keys through the mail slot and went down to the street to wait for her taxi. When it arrived, she looked once more at Linda's house and departed with a warm smile.
The neon lights were still silent and unblinking during the light of day. The mass of human flesh walked by her on the sidewalk, some men giving her looks and smiles. And one older gent actually propositioned her right there on the street.
After looking at her wristwatch for what seemed like the hundredth time, she threw her head back and walked into the club, glancing at the many nude photos of female dancers covering the door and side walls. The semi-darkness of the club soon engulfed her as she thought of her parents. Jesus, what would they say and do if they knew I was trying out to be a stripper!
"Miss... Williams... is it?" a young girl said, walking up to her, wearing only the shortest cutoff jeans, showing the crack of her pussy lips and a few strands of pubic hair. The meat of her ass cheeks was overflowing and a sure invitation. The sweatshirt took the strain of her mountainous breasts, which bounced with each step. "Hi, I'm Terry. Mr. March will see you in a moment. Please, have a seat at the bar." She went back to cleaning the tables.
The bartender, who had been restocking his shelves, turned around and faced Patty Williams. He was six-foot-four and definitely into body-building. "Care for a drink while you wait?" he inquired, touching the corner of his mustache. "Relax, sweets," he continued, "you're a sure bet if you can dance a step or two." He winked and grabbed his groin.
Patty Williams was learning fast and realized what he had meant. Seeing the bulge in his pants, she felt her juices starting to drip hungrily from the walls of her cunt. So it was like that-fuck the man and you have the job. Well, so be it. A lot of women were fucking their way to the top. Why couldn't I do the same thing! she told herself.
"Thanks for the tip," she replied, squeezing her thighs together as her pussy twitched and tickled with the inner urge for a fuck. She glanced again at the bulge in the bartender's pants and smiled up at him. Damn, she was getting horny and the job didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was a cock. "And I'll take a raincheck on the drink," she added, feeling the crotch of her panties becoming saturated with pussy juice.
"Miss Williams, you can go in now," Terry interjected from across the room. And bending back over the table, her cutoff jeans rose higher and the asscheeks were naked to the puckered asshole.
"See you later," Patty said to the bartender. He gave her another wink and wished her luck. As she passed Terry, the young girl gave her a slap on the ass. She paused at the manager's door and then entered, closing it behind her.
"Honey, I don't have time to waste," Mr. March said from behind his desk in a deep voice. He was shorter than the bartender and loved to eat, as his waistline clearly proved. "Strip. Show your stuff!" he commanded, reaching for a drumstick. He took a large bite and waved the chicken meat in the air. "Let's move that ass, sister!"
Patty Williams took a few steps and then noted for the first time the naked young girl sitting on the sofa against the far wall. Her legs were spread-eagled and Patty could see the lips . of her cunt, hot and swollen after a fuck, oozing cum and orgasmic juice. The girl smiled and then crossed her legs, brushing a few strands of hair from her eyes.
"You heard the man, strip, honey. Don't mind me," she said, sitting back, giving Mr. March a look that a fuckee gives her fucker.
Patty hesitated and couldn't think for a moment. This was something she didn't expect or see coming. The fat man had just balled the girl raw and was now going to interview her as if nothing had occurred. But seeing the girl's swollen folds of pussy flesh, she felt her own clit hardening and the walls of her twat pulsating with a need of its very own.
"I... I... " she stammered, recalling the bulge in the bartender's pants. He definitely had what she needed to satisfy her at the moment, and she swallowed hard at the thought of his muscular pecker plunging in and out of her sucking mouth.
"Move it. I don't have all day. Let's see them titties and pussy," the fat man uttered, biting the chicken leg again and washing down the meat with a long swallow of beer. The naked, fucked girl licked her lips and then opened her legs once again, fondling her boobs as if she were alone in the room.
Patty Williams shrugged and then awoke to the real world. She softly moaned a tune and slowly started to undulate her hips, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it drop to the floor. The skirt came down next, and she thrust her wet panty crotch in the face of Mr. March.
The fat man sighed and moved the chair back, exposing his naked cock. He gave his thick shaft a few strokes and stated, "Honey... you're doing just fine. See, I'm hard already."
Patty froze at the sight of his dick. It was the thickest shaft she had ever seen, the bulbous tip was shiny with the other girl's juices. She could now see why the young lady's cunt lips were so swollen and raw after being fucked by that thick hog of a porker. Her own pussy tightened at the thought of taking such a prick!
"Don't stop now, honey," the naked young girl said. "You got him going. Come on, take off that bra and them wet panties." She then slid a hand down to her own crotch and fingered her clit.
Patty regained her composure and unhooked her bra and cupped her mounds of titflesh, massaging them seductively as the rotund man stroked his phallus at her. Pre-seminal fluid appeared and oozed out his pee hole. Watching him, she knew he was going to fuck her and she would let him. Why not? She had fucked and sucked Richard for the position of a housewife, and where did that get her! Now, at least, she would get a paying job for a fuck.
She twisted and grinded her gash in his face as she slid the wet panties down her legs and finally, totally nude, she placed her hands on her hips and posed, arching her dripping pussy.
"Well, Mr. March, do I get the job?" she questioned, breaking the sudden silence in the room.
Mr. March stood up and came around to the front of the desk, still holding his thick erection. He touched her eyes and mouth and then lifted each milk mound, pinching the erect nipples. Patty Williams whimpered at his touch and heard the young girl sigh with an orgasm.
"Bend over and touch the desk," he said. And as she did, he thrust three digits into her wet and dripping cunt, finger-fucking her hard and violently. She clenched her teeth, preparing for his thick dick to stretch her pussy lips and walls when suddenly, two small hands spread her ass cheeks and the watermelon of a cockhead was pressing against the tight en- trance of her asshole.
"Ooohh... no... nooo... please... not there... fuck me in the cunt, please," she pleaded, not that she hadn't been ass-fucked before, but just that she was afraid of his thickness. That mass of throbbing flesh will tear my tiny asshole to shreds, she worried inwardly.
"Relax, honey," the young girl said, holding Patty's ass cheeks apart, massaging them, easing the tension as Mr. March continued to apply pressure. "The job is all yours as soon as you take his cock up your sweet butt!" Patty looked up into the girl's eyes for mercy. "Don't worry, once the head is in, you got it made. Enjoy it. It feels good after the first few thrusts."
Patty lowered her head and closed her eyes, hearing her sphincter muscle screaming with pain. She shook and trembled as the cockhead inched and wormed its way into her grasping shit chute. And then she screamed for a second and it was all over. She had his entire length up her chocolate speedway, and he started fucking her rectum rapidly, slapping his bloated nuts against her dripping snizz.
"Arrrgghhhh... " she groaned to ease the pain and, as it subsided, she noted the passing of another milestone in her sheltered life. She was letting herself be fucked in the company of a third party and felt no embarrassment or shame.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The hot spotlights were on Patty Williams as she danced around the center stage. She bumped and grinded her crotch at the burning eyes of the men who were hungrily waiting on her to take off the dress and panties. But after two weeks at this game, she was an old pro at prolonging the number and the men's lust.
"Take it off!" one guy screamed impatiently from one of the tables. A stripper who was keeping him company placed a finger on his lips as her other hand felt his throbbing erection through the fabric of his pants.
Patty smiled and licked her lips; She panted hotly while pulling the zipper down her back and then wiggled out of the dress, kicking it to a corner of the stage. The men howled and whistled as she moved now to a more upbeat song, circling the stage so every cock-owner could get a good look at her. She bent over and shook her panty-clad rear-end at them while slipping a hand over her pussy and rubbing it.
She spread her legs wider and, looking down between them at the men, she thrust out her tongue and said, "Say, fellas... what is it you want to see?" She twisted around in a flash and dropped to her knees. "Tell me... please, tell me. Don't be shy!" "Your pussy!" a man yelled from the shadows of the room, as he sat at one of the tables.
"Cunt! Show us your pink!" another yelled, this time from around the bar, having one of the prized seats which gave the best view of the stripper on stage. The stage was a semicircle with the bar acting as a buffer zone to keep the overzealous patrons from reaching the stage and mounting the stripper.
"Naughty boys... "she replied, bearing her teeth, making a sound like a cat. "Hissssss... " And opening her inviting mouth, she unhooked her bra and cupped her boobs, massaging the succulent flesh, lifting them, offering them to the panting mouths which wanted to suck on them like little babies.
A man who had one too many drinks made a move toward the stage, but the bartender placed a strong hand on the man's shoulder and said, "Stay loose, friend. Mary here is enough woman for you." Mary, a stripper who had already done her dance number, smiled at the man and asked if he wanted her company.
"Thanks," Patty said in a low whisper, being totally grateful to the bartender in more ways than one. He had made the first week easy for her and had also given her a place to sleep until she found an apartment of her own.
Spreading out on the rug, she placed her chin on her hands and starting to move her hips up and down, rotating them slowly, reliving the first night with Alex Field, a bartender who knew how to stir his cock and her tail.
"Patty... I can't take it any longer. Suck it. Suck my cock," Alex Field moaned. They had been sitting on the sofa for an hour now. She was wearing only her panties as he licked her naked breasts, his hand massaging the panty-clad cunt. "Take it out and wrap them lips around it. Do it now before I cream in my pants," he continued, kissing the underside of one knocker, inhaling the aroma that was so womanly.
Patty Williams had been waiting for this moment since first laying eyes on the bulge in his pants. She pulled the zipper down and, undoing the belt, freed his meatpole. Alex sighed as her soft hands cradled his hot shaft, sliding up and down, squeezing here and there as it jerked and throbbed, nearing the climactic moment of eruption. He placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled it down as she opened her welcoming mouth.
"Ooohhh... yess... yess... lick it... kiss it... " he said, feeling her moist lips on his dong. The tip of her lapper snaked out and ran over the shiny bulbous head, wrapping itself around and touching the sensitive underside, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body and boiling his cum another degree higher.
Patty Williams sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, working her lips around the shaft, continuing to lick it. Her hands were moving over his shaft and bloated ball-bag. Since she no longer needed his guidance, he released her head and slid the hand down her back and into her panties, touching the brown-toned, puckered flesh of her asshole.
"Oouuchhh!" she groaned suddenly, spitting out his cock, looking up at him, still stroking his shaft. Her Hershey channel was still raw and sore from the buggering Mr. March had given it with his short but thick monster of a cock. If it hadn't been for Jan's comforting words and constant presence, she doubted that she would have remained conscious through the ordeal.
It was Jan who, after the cornholing, had walked her to the bathroom and run the bath. The hot water was soothing to her raw, burning rectum. As the water washed over her body, she slowly felt herself coming back together after being split in two by Mr. March's broad slab of meat.
"Honey, you got the job," he said, standing over the sink as Jan washed his dick for him. "Never had a tighter ass than yours!" he continued. Jan, his private piece of cunt, wiped his cock dry and kissed the red bulbous tip before putting it back inside his pants.
As he left the John, he added, "You can start tonight. Jan, show her the ropes."
"I'm sorry, Patty," the bartender muttered. "I forgot about the interview." He smiled down at Patty Williams and gently patted her buns. "Mr. March has a thing for butt-fucking. He fucks all the new girls up the ass."
"Uuuuuhhh... ooohh... " she replied, sucking his prick back into her mouth, taking it inch by inch until the entire length was within her sucking oral canal. "Mmmm... " she moaned, rubbing his hairy balls against her chin while writhing her tongue over his entrapped cock. A prison which a hot and throbbing pecker begged to be sentenced to for a lifetime.
Alex felt the electricity passing through him with the first contractions. He was going to ejaculate no matter how hard he tried to last a moment longer. He wanted to have those lips working on his penetrating shaft for an eternity, along with that deep-sucking mouth.
"Honey... I... I'm coming... coming. Suck it. Suck my cock!" he commanded, taking hold of her head. And as the first load of sticky white cum surged from the depths of his nuts, he thrust his boner deeply in and out of her mouth.
"Mmmmm... mmm... " Patty moaned, loving to have her mouth fucked by a large penis. She pumped her face up and down as he slammed his ejaculating cock into her, swallowing the massive loads of jism. Soon it overflowed and seeped out her sealed lips, drooling down her chin. Tiny bubbles formed around her stretched lips and the sight of them only turned Alex on that much more. - "Go baby... go. Suck that cum right out of my balls! Every last drop!" he shouted, feeling weak with the sensation. Patty milked his testicles dry and finally sighed, pulling her mouth clear of his cock. "Lick it. Lick it clean, Patty," he said, his rod still hard and erect, ready for another penetration.
Patty Williams returned to the present once again. She rolled over and slipped the panties off, exposing her naked pussy to the men. They loved it and shouted to see her pink pussy! She was more than obliging. The shapely legs shot straight into the air and then slowly fell open, the glistening cuntal labia parted, and kissed the eyes of the men with pink.
Alex smiled at her with total remembrance and gave her a wink. He had tasted the sweet musky scent of her pussy and licked his lips now, scratching his groin. Patty returned the private lover's smile and massaged her succulent mounds of titflesh, pinching the erect nipples.
A man groaned from the darkened section of the club, the few tables which were totally blackened for privacy. A moment later, another man sighed with relief as he shot his wad of jism into a sucking female mouth. And still later, a table rattled as a man thrust his throbbing cock into a willing cunt.
Patty glanced at the darkness. She had worked those tables only once in the past two weeks, when a rich conventioneer had paid for her company. "Honey, I've got to have you," the man stated, slapping down the bills on the table. It was with her cut of the money that finally gave her enough to afford her own place.
Now, in the darkness, hard-ons were being stroked by soft hands. Other cocks were being thrust into sucking strippers' mouths and their tight, pulsating cunts.
Patty returned her eyes to Alex and placed both hands on her inner thighs, working them slowly to her crotch. As her fingers massaged the area around her pubic mound, she blew Alex a kiss, continuing her vivid thoughts of their first night together.
"Oh, Alex... eat me. Lick my pussy!" she screamed, after having swallowed the remains of his jism and licking his cock clean. She was hot as an oven and wanted to feel the meat inside her. But first, she wanted to be basted by his tongue. "I'm already to explode... all I need is to have your tongue give me the finishing touch! Make me orgasm with that beautiful twat-tickling tongue. Ram it into me. Now!" she begged, laying back on the sofa. She was totally open and spread to receive his advances.
Alex was always a fair man and willing to repay a sucking favor. She had given him one hell of a blowjob, and it wasn't her fault he had shot his wad so fast. There was plenty of time later for her to suck and nurse his prick. But now, looking at that inviting open pink gash, he lowered his head and kissed the moist folds of flesh.
"Lord... have mercy!" she uttered, clenching her teeth when he sucked her hardened and erect clitoris between his lips and lashed at it with the tip of his probing tongue. "Aaagghhhh... yess... Alex... suck it. Suck and lick my clit... " she moaned, rubbing her tits, squeezing them in her mad passion as her orgasm approached. "Hold me... hold me in your sucking power," she panted, thrusting and writhing her aching vagina into his face and sucking mouth.
Alex heard the calling and cupped her soft, tender buttocks and lifted her up off the sofa, burying his mouth deeper into her hot, hairy muff, inhaling the growing aroma of her sexuality. By this time she had her heels pressing into his back, and then she stiffened with the first contraction as the orgasmic juices started to flow.
"I'm coming... coming... fill me with your tongue!" she screamed, placing her hands on the back of his head and crushing it to her cunt. "Fuck me with that tongue... scoop out the juice... eat me!"
Alex released the retracting clit and thrust his hungry tongue into the depths of her pink pulsating quish. The walls were dripping with love juice and he scooped it up, swallowing it and returning for more. The dripping turned into an overflow as her orgasmic dam burst wide open and flooded the sex canal. He didn't have time for a breather as he washed his mouth with sex-flow.
"Oh... my God!" she screamed, going into multiple orgasms, and wanted to scream again. But she suddenly realized she was on stage before a packed house. The thoughts had made her horny as hell. As if this was a private club or someone's home, she would have invited the devil himself to come up onto the stage and mount her, to openly fuck her before the others. Then, to take each man on individually or a few at a time. To have her voracious body totally stuffed with hard, thrusting cocks and be left awash in a bath of white cum.
Damn, she thought, closing her eyes without shame. She had to get laid after her act was over. She needed to have a hard and throbbing poker within her burning pussy to release her from the tension. Otherwise, she would never get any sleep tonight.
Alex was breaking in another stripper at the moment and wasn't available to service her. From the start, it was clearly stated that their relationship was to have absolutely no strings. And she had asked for none.
"Patty, you're really hot tonight," Alex said, handing her a cold drink. She drained the glass while raising her leg up in a scissor fashion. The juices were flowing onto her thighs.
"Say, Alex, I know you're busy tonight, but could I see you?" she asked in a whisper. It didn't hurt to ask a man.
"Sorry, love, haven't a minute to spare," he replied. "But there's a man over at a table that would like your company." Terry had brought the message, the man being seated at one of her tables. "Looks like a nice guy and, Terry says, he has a thick roll." The music was coming to a fever pitch as her dance number came to an end. She leaped to her feet and, staring directly at the gentleman, gave him her answer by thrusting her wet pussy at him. Then, with the final notes, she whirled around and, bending over, shook her pert buttocks.
Alex smiled at her reply and asked, "Should I send the bottle to his table?"
"Noo... no... have Terry bring him to the dressing room, please," she stated, picking up her clothing from the stage. At the moment, she didn't care if the man had money or not. All she wanted was his cock and satisfaction. She wanted to feel its throbbing lust penetrating her pussy and relieve the burning sensation.
"Right," the bartender replied, reaching for a bottle of champagne. Terry wandered over and he handed her the bottle along with instructions. The man became all smiles as Terry spoke to him and led the way backstage. The man was surprised to find Patty Williams still stark-naked, not that he minded for a second.
"Hi, please, do come in. I hope you don't mind coming back here," she said, drying the sweat from her radiant flesh. Deliberately neglecting to wipe her wet pussy, she threw the towel around her neck and one foot onto a chair. With the striking pose, her hands holding the ends of the towel, she looked at her admirer. He was in his late thirties, but already held the look of authority and power that came much later with age. The three-piece suit fit him well, making him a prime example of the high and low types of clientele that patronized the place.
"Hi, I was wondering if you cared to have dinner with me?" he inquired, looking up from the moistness of her pussy. He couldn't keep his throbbing erection from pressing against the front of his pants, signaling clearly and silently what he was thinking of eating.
"Well... " she started, smiling warmly at him. She was becoming an old pro at handling men.
"I'm sorry. Jack... Jack Brooks," he replied, introducing himself with a dry voice, thrusting out his hand.
Patty Williams took his hand and gave it a good firm shake. She liked the shyness in some powerful men when it came time to dealing with women and sex. Brooks was such a man. Most likely he was a lion in the boardroom, but alone in a room with a lovely woman, he was a lamb.
"Well, Jack, I would love having dinner with you but, unfortunately, I still have another number to do tonight," she said, touching her twat without looking, making the maneuver appear totally innocent. Catching the move, Jack Brooks couldn't help but reach down instinctively and feel his own hot and throbbing erection. As they both were fondling themselves, their eyes met and held. "Yes, Jack, pour us a drink and then we can have the appetizer."
"Errrrrr... " he muttered, spilling some of the champagne.
"Jack, I invited you backstage 'cause I want you right now; I can't wait until after dinner," she confessed, rubbing her aching bush. Jack's hands trembled as they lifted her legs and hooked them over his shoulders. And as he kissed her, her hands freed his raging dork and positioned the thick tip between her wet and grasping labia.
"Ooohhh... aaahh... yes... Jack, plunge it into me," she sighed, sucking on his tongue within her mouth. "Fuck me, let me feel the penetration," she groaned, sliding his pants down over his buttocks.
"Uuugghhhh... " she cried the next second as he flipped his hips forward, penetrating her completely with one single thrust. The dresser shook wildly as he started to bang her.
"Ohhh... baby... you're something else!" he said. "I knew it the moment you came out on the stage," he continued, the cum boiling within his bloated balls, which she was constantly caressing in order for him to ejaculate at the very same moment she reached orgasm. Patty writhed and winced with the mounting pleasure as the climax was upon her from his hard balling, a lamb which had turned into a charging lion once it felt the soothing warmth of a luscious pussy.
"I'm coming... oohh... aaahh... coming... " she cried, the orgasmic contractions shaking her already trembling flesh. "Oh, yes... fuck me. Go baby, come with me," she added, sensing his schlong starting to jerk and twitch within her pulsating pussy. "Shoot that hot jism into me. Let me feel those sticky loads striking my womb!"
Jack Brooks clenched his teeth and pumped the red-hot globs of cum into her flooding pussy, feeling weak at the knees as his strength was being drained from his balls. Patty moaned and, having released his testicles, supported her bod on her elbows, returning the mad pelvic thrusts.
With a final shudder, Patty Williams sighed and sat back on the dresser. And when she pulled his spent but still hard boner from her cunt, the orgasmic juice and his mass of jism poured freely onto her thighs, dripping down onto the floor. As she licked his cock clean, she reflected on her current lifestyle and could find nothing wrong with it. She was a woman who was finally in total control of her own destiny.
CHAPTER NINE
Patty Williams still felt a certain high each time she awoke in her very own bed, in her very own apartment. And she realized this fact each time the bills came due. It wasn't a house, but then she didn't need one. The elation she sensed each time she walked through the three-room apartment made up for the difference.
"Love it... oh... love it... " she muttered, stretching out her arms and legs, kicking off the sheets. She locked her hands underneath her head and spread her legs wide as the sunshine filtered through the window and covered her like the spotlights at the club. "Damn, why do we have to make so many mistakes in life before discovering our true worth?" she added with a touch of wisdom.
But laying with her legs spread-eagled, without a man between them thrusting his throbbing erection into her quavering pussy, she felt a sudden emptiness in life. One that a lot of single persons must feel at times without admitting to the fact. And considering more words of wisdom, she accepted the fact that people were meant to live together: man fucking woman. If not, why were there two sexes instead of one!
Letting out a sigh, she closed "her thighs, thinking of the number of eager men she had gone to bed with so far since leaving Richard. Men who willingly paid for her body to do the things Richard demanded gratis during the years of their marriage.
And the others like Jack Brooks, whom she'd fucked for the love of it, made it clear from the start that there were to be no strings. Mr. March was still welcomed in the tightness of her anus, but with each penetration, the pain subsided quicker and faster, that being her only pleasure of a butt-fuck.
"This is life... " she said, eyeing the clock. It was twelve o'clock, the usual time she got out of bed. And since not having a man last night, she had fallen asleep at two-thirty instead of five or six in the morning. "... to sleep all morning," she finished, jumping out of bed.
"One... two... three... " she started counting off going directly into her daily exercises. "... twenty-five... twenty-six . . she continued, jumping up and down, clapping her hands high above her head. At the count of fifty, she stopped and laid down on the floor. "One... two... "she began again, doing her sit-ups. And then, finally, the leg-raises. All to the count of fifty in order to keep her body in some sort of shape so men would continue to pay to see her strip before their gaping eyes. "Wooosshhh... " she breathed heavily, walking over to the window. Placing her hands on her hips, she inhaled deeply, her boobs rising high and proudly while a throng of people walked below the window. A sudden cool gust of wind passed between her thighs and tickled her pussy. The sensation felt refreshingly good and made her slightly horny.
It was with this thought of horniness that she visually stripped the men walking by, imagining the size of their cocks and the length of their staying power. And how good were they with their tongues?
Then one man became the focus of her attention. He was leaning against a signpost, staring up at her window. Since stripping before a club full of men, it was now her second nature to walk around the apartment bare-ass nude, even while standing at a window.
She didn't try to cover up her striking nudity, not even a sudden hand to the pussy. Instead, she returned the man's piercing stare. And the longer she looked at the stranger, the more familiar he became. "Oh... no... it couldn't be. Richard... Richard... " she whispered, noting his unclean appearance. His clothing was wrinkled, as if he had slept in them for a week. And the unshaven face made him look like the average derelict on the street.
As she leaned out the window to call out to him, to make sure, the man turned away sharply and left. In doubt, she went into the kitchenette and poured herself a cup of coffee. "Peeping Tom... it must have been just a peeping Tom," she muttered, sipping the coffee. "It just couldn't be Richard." And finishing the cup, she thought about Richard. Why hadn't he contacted her about the divorce? Why the long silent period? Had he changed his mind about it?
And scratching an itch between her thighs, she sighed at the electric sensation that passed through her body and regretted not having taken up the man's offer last night.
The desire increased and, spreading her legs, Patty slipped two fingers into her pussy and thrust them in and out, thinking of the many strange men she had gone to bed with since leaving Richard. As her digits thrust faster and deeper into the pulsating depths of her cunt, a pink and quivering flesh that craved the hardness of a blood-engorged cock to penetrate and stretch it with love until the clasping walls secreted the orgasmic flow. And as she did, she pictured the short and chunky man, James Hood, who proved that some good things come in small packages.
"Aaaaahh... " she moaned, feeling his hardness slipping and sliding between her tits. He was the shortest man she had ever agreed to take to bed. When he first made his approach, though, she had doubts. With his being so short, she figured he had a small cock. But now, as his penis heated up her cleavage, she was never so happy with her decision.
"Lovely tits... nice tender set... Pat," James Hood stated with passion and deep breaths. She was on her knees before him as he fucked her valley, the hard and erect nipples piercing the flesh around his groin. "Beautiful... honey... nice titties to fuck and suck," he continued, thrusting faster as his bloated nuts wanted to erupt, sending forth a sticky hot load of cum to coat her lovely chest.
"James... oh... James... come between my tits... shoot your cum over them," she panted, pressing and crushing her succulent mounds of flesh around his penetrating prong. She sighed as the hard flesh of his cock rubbed against the softness of her milk mounds.
He had been fucking her tits now for a good half-hour, and her cleavage was hot as hell. "Oh, James... come now, I can't take it much longer," she breathed, looking down to see his cock appearing from the flesh. The bulbous tip appeared crimson and shiny in her tanned mass of flesh.
"The pleasure will be all mine," he replied, feeling his balls ready to erupt. "I'm coming... coming... " he groaned the subsequent second, his cock jerking, shooting the loads of semen up, covering her knockers and chin.
The semen continued to come, amply covering her tits. James Hood continued to thrust wildly, slamming the red shiny head against her lowered chin. "Your face, Pat. Let me come all over your lovely face!"
Patty Williams released her boobs and, taking hold of his ejaculating dork, aimed it at her facial features, letting the hot sticky globs cover her cheeks and eyes. She stroked the shaft and milked his nut-sac to get every last drop from within.
Opening her eyes now, she felt her fingers slurping in and out of her soppy snatch, the juices flowing and her orgasm almost upon her. She spread her gams wider and arched her crotch, adding a third digit to feel fully stuffed, and worked the muscles of her cunt over the penetrating fingers as if they were a nice hard cock.
"Oooohhh... " she sighed, the pleasure of the orgasmic contractions working their magic on her beauteous bod. She writhed and bucked her hot box against the fingers, which were good for the moment but a poor substitute for a loving log. Christ, she should have invited a man home last night! She had plenty of offers. "Aaaahh... " she cursed, the pussy sauce flowing, easing some of the tension.
The lips of her pussy were swollen as they clasped and wrapped themselves securely around the penetrating and fast fingers. "Mmmmm... " she finally sighed as the orgasm subsided. She closed her thighs around the hand and tightened the muscles within her quim. Men loved a tight twat, and she practiced and exercised the muscles to keep her pussy as tight as her asshole.
It was just as she withdrew her digits and was rubbing her pubic mound with the palm of her hand that the doorbell rang. At first, she didn't hear it in her sexual bliss. But as it continued to shatter her private world, she clenched her teeth in anger, remembering that time so long ago when she was interrupted in a similar situation. Except that it was an interruption which turned out to be very beneficial to her health. And maybe, if luck was on her side, there would be a man beyond the door. If so, he might get the surprise of his life.
"I'm coming... coming...!" she screamed, slipping on a pair of panties. The crotch was instantly soaked with the pussy effluence. And reaching for a robe, she wrapped it around herself, covering her naked self. But it did little to cover the smell of sexual heat that percolated the apartment.
"Linda!" she exclaimed in the next moment, opening the door and finding Linda Davidson standing there, someone she didn't expect to see ever again. "Linda... what... oh... please, do come in." She squeezed her thighs together, feeling a loss, her hopes for a man gone. She would just have to wait until tonight to have her soppy pussy fucked by a pleasurable cock.
"Hi, Patty. I do hope you don't mind me just dropping by like this," Linda Davidson apologized, holding up a bottle. "I was in the neighborhood and... you know... let's toast your new apartment. It's nice... really," she added, looking around at what she could see. "Champagne... tiny bubbles." She tilted her head back and sweetly inhaled the aroma; it was unmistakable. "Oh... Patty... I'm not interrupting anything... if you're... " she said, staring sharply in the direction of the bedroom.
"Oh... no... no... I'm all alone," Patty replied with a passive shrug, one that spoke louder than her words. "And thanks. I'm glad you like it. It's rather small, but I don't need a lot of room." She pointed to the sofa. "I'll get the glasses."
"You really didn't have to repay me, you know," Linda said, sitting down. "The money was a gift. But in a way, I'm happy you did. That's how I found this place," she confessed, popping the cork. "The house isn't the same since you left."
Patty Williams ignored the last remark. "No... I had to. I want to pay my own way from now on. I'll always be indebted to your kindness though," she said, returning and sitting down next to Linda Davidson, a woman she didn't think she would ever have contact with again. But here she was, hinting that she was still in love with her. And at a time when she was very vulnerable, being so hot and horny. And Linda could eat pussy so damn good!
"So, what kind of job is it?" Linda queried, breaking a sudden silence. "You never did call back to tell me." She poured the champagne. "I'm sorry... I was going to call you but then... you know how it is... the job keeps me rather busy," Patty explained, which wasn't true, taking a sip of the champagne.
"Well?" Linda stated.
"I'm a stripper at one of the downtown clubs," she replied flatly, rolling her eyes with a cute smile of innocence.
"A stripper... like, take it all off, honey!" Linda said with a surprised voice. "Cunt and tit, on a stage before all them horny cocks... my... my... you really have changed from the little girl at school. Congratualtions." She clapped her hands and took another sip of the champagne. "I'm really happy for you. You should have called me. I would have loved to have been there on your opening night."
"I didn't think you went to places like that," Patty claimed, secretly thinking, why not? All the nice cunts and tits were there for her eyes to feast upon and, who knows, some of them might be bisexual. Seeking a change from all the dicks they sucked and fucked during their shift and after-hours.
"Me... don't you worry... men don't scare me any... let them look," Linda said, moving closer to Patty. The robe had come slightly undone and a succulent breast could be seen... a sight which made her mouth water.
Patty Williams saw the look in her eyes and how the nostrils flared, inhaling the pungent aroma of the orgasmic quish. Linda's tongue darted out and licked the upper lip. "Linda... please... don't... I... I... "she protested lightly, sighing as Linda's hand cupped a teat, giving it a lover's squeeze.
When Patty didn't put up much of a fight, Linda took the glass from her hand and put it down, moving closer, leaning forward to kiss the open mouth. Patty allowed the penetrating tongue to enter her mouth and found herself returning the passionate kiss.
"Mmmmm... Patty... my love, I missed you so much," Linda admitted, breaking off the kiss. Patty closed her eyes as Linda opened the robe and massaged both knockers. "Lovely... you have such nice tits... not too big and not too small. Just a sucking mouthful," she commented, lowering her wet lips to a tautened nipple.
As the wet lips sucked the nipple into Linda's moist mouth, Patty shook slightly, suddenly caught in the lesbian embrace. And that was something she had promised herself never to do again. But now, being so horny and hot, like that time when the gas man came ringing her chimes, she lacked the inner strength to resist Linda Davidson.
"Linda... make love to me," she whispered, trembling with a renewed fear.
Linda pressed her sucking oral cavern down harder on the responding warm, tender flesh. She licked the erect nipple feverishly while sucking more and more of the tit into her hungry face. Never being able to get enough though. And as she did, her hand massaged and molded the flesh of the second breast with the same eager attention. Patty Williams laid back and welcomed the pleasure that was passing through her body, willingly letting her friend do what she desired, playing the passive victim of an age-old lust.
"Oooohh... Linda... lick my pussy... I'm so wet. Suck me. Lick me clean. Make me climax on your tasty tongue," Patty finally begged, wanting to feel Linda's adept pussy-eating tongue lashing and thrusting wildly within her soppy womanhood.
Linda switched her sucking to the other tit for a time and, as she continued to nurse it, she stripped off her clothing. Totally nude, she released the boob and kissed Patty on the mouth, grinding her tits down onto Patty's, twisting and rotating her hips over the wet pussy, which she would soon be dining on.
Patty Williams embraced the delectable body between her legs and started to fuck back, bucking and jerking her snizz while her hands dug deeply into the flesh of Linda's ass cheeks. "Linda... " she panted hotly.
Linda kissed Patty's ear and bit sweetly on the lobe. Then, she continued to lick and kiss her way down to the firm, flat stomach. She probed the naval opening with the tip of her tongue and sucked at the surrounding flesh. As she did, Patty raised her perky bottom and Linda slid the soaked panties off, inhaling the growing fragrance of sexual need and desire.
The swollen lips of Patty's cunt moved and quivered under the hot breath of Linda's mouth. Linda lifted up the spreading thighs and nibbled at the inner flesh and pubic mound, pulling teasingly at the hairs. But always drawing nearer to the pulsating pinkness of the moist cunt and clit.
"Uummmm... yess... " Patty uttered the next second as Linda flicked her tongue over the nubbin and sucked it between her lips. Sucking and lapping the clitoris, she worked two fingers into the soppy wetness and thrust them as if they were a cock. "Ooohh... Linda... suck it. Suck my clit. Finger-fuck me... " she moaned, placing her hands on the back of Linda's head, locking the heels hard against the arching back.
"Mmmm... " Linda sighed, twisting and lashing her tongue over the clit and the folds of swollen flesh that moved out and wrapped themselves around the fucking taste buds. As she thrust her tongue deeply into the wet cunt, she withdrew the digits and felt the puckered opening of the asshole. Patty writhed and quivered under the combined work of fingers and mouth. "Damn, I missed you... " Linda repeated, speaking more to the wondrous pussy than Patty's person.
Patty sensed another orgasm approaching even before Linda finished licking the juices clean from the first one. "I'm going to come... oh... I aammmm... cominnnggg... " she uttered, pulling Linda's sucking head down harder, fucking the mouth with her orgasming pussy.
When Linda finally sat back, licking the cuntal juices from around her mouth, she spread her legs and smiled at Patty Williams. It was now that the fear Patty had felt earlier left her for good. No, she couldn't go down on Linda or any other woman again. She was no lesbian. What had transpired between them was now past history.
CHAPTER TEN
Sitting at the club's bar, watching the new girl practicing her dance number, Patty Williams could readily recall the time she was in the very same spot. How unsure and nervous she was before the interview. And how sore after it. It was with these memories that she decided to do everything she could to make the new girl feel right at home.
Although there could only be three years of age difference between them, she felt so much more mature. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like Linda, taking a young, inexperienced girl under the wing. Except in this case, there would be no acts of intimacy. The only thing she wanted between her legs from now on was a horny man, eating and thrusting his throbbing, pussy-mad prick deeply until he had her begging for mercy. And the only thing she wanted to suck on was a blood-engorged, tasty cock.
"Seems like so long ago," she said, speaking more to herself than to Alex, sipping lightly on a drink. The new stripper was down to her bare flesh, bouncing her mountainous tits all over the stage, trying to imagine what it was going to be like when the club was loaded with men. Men who came to stare at her shapely bod, to see her spread her shapely legs open and expose the pinkness which they lusted after. And for a price, the chosen few could actually inhale the aroma of her pussy as they licked it or felt the inner tightness as it engulfed their cocks.
"Time sure flies," Alex replied, stacking the clean glasses on the counter. He took a quick glance at the newcomer and scratched his groin, knowing too well that Mr. March had already broken in her derriere.
She must have been an anal virgin, for the screams had filtered throughout the club as Mr. March slammed and banged his thick cock into the ever-tight opening. But tonight, it would be Alex's turn to sample the young delights as he had with Patty Williams.
"It sure does. It's tough to imagine that I was so naive about life," she said, twisting the glass slowly between both palms. "I owe you so much, along with a long list of others," she added gratefully. A list that includes Linda Davidson, she appended only inwardly.
"It's all part of my job, miss," he said with a warm smile, giving her a wink. They still slept with each other now and then, when he wasn't busy breaking in a new girl or she a client. The new girl shook her ass cheeks at them, looking at them from between her widespread thighs, the raw soreness of her asshole still evident from the rectal-fucking.
"She's good," Patty said with total sincerity, finishing her drink.
"Karen's perfect," he said, watching the girl laying down on the rug, her gams spread and hips raised slightly as if mounting a cock. "The men will love her. She has the look of innocence.
"Oh... " Patty sighed heavily, taking another look at Karen, now on her back, massaging her succulent towering alps, the peaks hard and erect as the fingers pinched them.
"You know what I mean," Alex shot back, looking at the folds of her pussyflesh, moving back and forth as if sucking in a dick.
"Yeah... fresh meat for the starving man. One whose loving wife, even in these times, still refuses to suck his cock and swallow the jizz. Instead, she'll turn a blind eye to his spending money on hookers in seeking sexual satisfaction. Stupid... stupid as she was in her time, except she didn't mind sucking cock or giving sexual satisfaction. The only thing she was dumb about was the real outside world. She knew better now.
"Say, have you talked with her yet. Does she have a place to stay tonight?" she asked, remembering when she herself was out on the street. A girl who takes this sort of job isn't exactly on sunny street.
"Does she! You won't believe this, but she comes from a very rich family. Texas and oil," the bartender replied. "A spoiled rich kid who wants to kick her parents' teeth in by becoming a stripper. She's even done a spread for one of the skin mags. But she still accepts that large weekly allowance check from daddy!"
"Doing it for the kicks," Patty guessed, wondering what it would be like to be super-rich. Never to have to worry about money. To have all those millions coming out your puckered asshole. "Alex... talking about money has made me rather horny. . you aren't... "
"Sorry, love. I'd love to, but... " Alex said, tilting his head toward the new girl. And then, seeing Mr. March appearing in the doorway of his office, he said, "You might be busy yourself in a minute."
"What...?" she uttered, turning her head around. Mr. March smiled at her and stepped back into his office. "Shit, he wants to see me," she said, her puckered anus tightening as if already feeling the thick bulbous tip forcing its way inside to find the smoothness and warmth of an anal fuck. "He's rather horny himself today, having fucked Karen up the shit chute. And still he wants me... well, I'm horny myself."
"Jan's out of town... a death in the family," Alex explained, Jan being the steady piece.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she replied. "You better let me have another drink. I have a feeling I'm going to need it," she added, staring at Karen, who was still thrusting her hips up and down on the stage. And then, Patty thought about her own parents down in Florida, hoping that they were well and doing fine.
"Simple fact of life: you're born to die. And the only good thing between is the sucking and fucking. It makes the world go 'round," Alex said, turning to gaze at Karen, already feeling her tight rich pussy engulfing his throbbing cock, drawing it deeply, working those inner sex muscles around the shaft, milking it until he exploded hotly within her.
"Makes you wonder, though," Patty remarked, draining her second drink with a single swallow. "If I don't come out by opening hour, send in the girls," she said with a sexy wink, patting her backside. Karen twisted around and, sitting up, crossed her legs, assuming the lotus position, rotating her pussy with style.
"Will she be all right?" Karen asked, not knowing that Patty Williams was already anally broken in by Mr. March. "If she can't handle it, I'll be glad to take her place." She rolled backward and cupped her buttocks, wiggling her little butthole into the bartender's face. "You like to take girls in the same place as Mr. March?"
"You'll find out tonight, my darling Karen," he replied, blowing her a kiss. And then, reaching out, Alex gave her a love pat on the rosy rear cheeks, running a finger over the puckered, brown-toned flesh of her asshole. Karen hissed softly through her teeth. "Woman... will you ever find out!" he added, wetting his digit with the wetness of her pussy.
"Can't wait, lover," she said, standing up and picking up her clothing and walking back to the dressing room. Alex licked his finger clean and thought, spoiled rich cunt. A cunt who could destroy a man if he isn't too careful.
Patty Williams found Mr. March sitting in his chair without his clothes on. His thick fingers were slowly stroking the blood-engorged meat, which reacted hungrily to her presence in the office. She flashed a warm smile and thought. How amazing it is that a soft and weak piece of manly hanging flesh can so suddenly become a raging prick at a sight of a woman! And the naked sight of such a marvel made her pussy secrete its own powerful magic.
Patty closed the door and, without waiting for him to say a single word, pulled off her sweater, kicked the boots free, and shucked the tight designer jeans off her buttocks and legs. Patty then massaged her rear globes, loosening herself up for the hard thrusts of his monster, which would make her feel like a stuffed pig on a stick, being rotated over a fire.
"That's what I like about you, Patty," Mr. March said, "you don't waste time." He squeezed the watermelon of a cockhead until a few drops of pre-seminal juice appeared, making his bulbous knob shiny and more appetizing.
Patty swallowed hard and walked around the desk, feeling her bouncing succulent tits, pinching the nipples until they grew hard and erect. Facing him, she licked her lips and turned around, bending over, offering him her admirable asshole.
"Sorry, Patty. Not there today," he said. Eyeing her anal opening and releasing his cock, he took hold of her butt-cheeks and spread them, wanting a better view of the tight orifice which he so loved to enter. "Lovely... yes... just beautiful... " he sighed, kissing it, smacking his lips wetly and hungrily over the puckered flesh.
"Ooooohh... eeeee... " she moaned, wiggling her ass, feeling total electricity passing through her body as he sucked at the opening while licking it with the tip of his tongue. And as his lapper slowly pressed and made its way deeper and deeper up her rectal tract, she pushed her ass into his face.
Then, with a slap, he withdrew his tongue and commanded, "Turn around and suck my cock, honey. I want to feel them lips stretching around my wand as you suck me into your mouth." He sat back and swallowed a large amount of cold beer.
Patty Williams voiced a slight protest at the withdrawal of his tongue. It was such a soft and comfortable feeling instead of the burning sensational pleasure that a thrusting prick gave a grasping anus. But she was greatly relieved that he didn't want to fuck her ass today.
Facing him once again, she dropped to her knees and took hold of his cock. She shook it and moved her fingers gently up and down the short shaft. There would be no problem in sucking him into her mouth. She could casually suck his shortness in with a solitary swallow. But as in an anal fuck, it was that massive girth that worried her.
"Go, baby, suck it. After having fucked Karen's tight little fanny-hole, my cock needs to feel a nice sucking mouth on it. Damn, that new girl is a wonder," he said, praising Karen. And as Patty found out in due time, he said the same thing about every new girl who came to work for him, once he'd tasted the pleasure of her asshole.
Patty opened her mouth as wide as she could and, taking a final deep breath, stretched her lips over the large purple knob of a head, inching it slowly into her sucking mouth. For a moment she thought she wouldn't be able to take it in and then, with a pop, the tip slipped in and rested comfortably within her oral confines. She continued to breathe deeply through her nose and started to lick the soft sensitive flesh with the end of her tongue.
"Patty... oh... yes, your mouth feels soo... good," he sighed, picking up a chicken breast. Taking a large bite, he relished the meat as if it was a woman's tit which he was sucking on and licking.
Patty looked up into his eyes and moaned something, running the tip of her tongue over the slit-like pee hole, sending electric shivers up his body. As she sucked on the glans, slowly taking in more of his hot throbbing shaft, she fondled the bloated nuts, sensing they were loaded with jism.
"That's it, Patty, take it all, suck my cock in to the last inch," he groaned with pleasure as she whipped and twisted her licking tongue around and over his penetrating shaft. Patty felt her jaws beginning to ache and her lips were quivering from the strain as if they were about to tear at the corners. But she didn't stop sucking until the walnut-size balls were slapping her chin.
"Mmmmmm... " she moaned with satisfaction, playing her fingers over his swelling balls, which would soon be emptying virtually gallons of cum into her hot sucking mouth, washing down the throat to fill her stomach.
Feeling his dick starting to jerk and stiffen with the approaching ejaculation, she pumped her face faster and faster on the thick mass of cockflesh. And when she thought he was about to shoot his load, his cock suddenly subsided. She knew she couldn't continue her rate of sucking without taking a real breather and, with pleading eyes, slipped her mouth free. As the hard dork throbbed before her face, wet with saliva, she said, "I'm sorry, I need some air." She took deep breaths and, recovering somewhat, started to lap the shaft, running her lips over the tightly drawn flesh, mouthing it.
"Lick my balls, then, Patty," he suggested, munching on the chicken and drinking his beer. "But make sure I come inside your sucking mouth," he warned, always loving the sensation of washing a girl's mouth with his seed. To feel her sucking the globs straight out of his bloated nuts, up through the contracting and jerking shaft, and finally swallowing the fruits of her labor. And then, as the eruption proved to be too much, watch the semen seep out around the tightly wrapped lips, forming tiny bubbles as it mixed with saliva and air.
She slid her lips and tongue over the short barrel of a prick, kissing, licking, and sucking at the tautly drawn cockflesh. The blood-pounding veins burned her taste buds as she moved her tongue around the horny mass of penile skin. Then, while still holding his hard-on, she pushed it back and licked her way down the underside to the sac. He moaned as she flipped her licker over his nuts and sucked at them with puckered lips.
"Swallow my nuts, honey," he demanded, talking with a full mouth, washing the chicken down with beer.
Patty licked one large testicle into her mouth and then the other. And the action of her sucking the balls did the trick. He couldn't hold out any longer. The jism was boiling over this time for sure as his shaft jerked and stiffened wildly.
"Suck my cock... I'm coming... I'm going to come this time for sure," he uttered. Patty instantly spit out his balls and found his cock being slammed into her gasping mouth. It wasn't a second too soon for, as the moist curly pubic hair nested against her nose and the large global balls slapped her chin, the first massive amount of semen erupted into her throat.
She sucked the spasming erection hotly, swallowing the gobs of sticky white juice- jism which tasted like chicken and beer. For a man is what he eats, like it or not. And the nature of his cum was determined by what he had eaten during the day. So if a woman loved the cum to taste sweet, she should feed her man lots of ice cream and cake!
Mr. March's delight came true. The loads of jism became too much for her. Patty simply couldn't swallow them quickly enough, and semen seeped out her closely sealed lips. As the escaping jizz mixed with saliva and air, tiny bubbles were formed, bursting and letting the cum dribble down her chin. The sight only turned him on more, and he pulled her head down and up on his ejaculating cock until the last drop of sperm was sucked cleanly from his nut-sac.
"Great! Patty... you sure suck cock like a cock should be blown by a woman. Wonderful... never had better," he lauded, smiling down at her, watching the tongue licking up the cum from around her lips.
"Thank you, Mr. March," she stammered, still swallowing the scum which remained within her sore mouth. "Now you owe me a good fucking!" she stated firmly, regaining her breath and voice. She took hold of his fat rod and gave it a few good strokes, making sure that it retained the hardness and erectness she wanted to feel within her pussy, stretching the pink pulsating walls to the limit.
"Jump on it," Mr. March said, sliding down on the chair as she straddled him, lowering herself down onto his barrel of a cock.
"Uuurrghh. . "she sighed with the deepening penetration. But the jism and saliva already on his phallus helped pave the way along with the wetness within her cunt. As she rode his horn, humping up and down, she pushed a tit into his mouth. "Suck it. Suck my tits. Lick and bite them... forget the damn chicken and beer. You've had more than enough. It's time for dessert," she suggested, still licking up the remaining drops of semen around her mouth.
Mr. March sucked the nipple between his lips and licked it feverishly as she thrust her pussy on his prod. Patty sensed her orgasm approaching rapidly.
After mere moments, the mounting climax raced throughout her body. The orgasmic juice flowed freely down onto Mr. March's ejaculating cock and, with mutual groans and sighs, the two collapsed onto the floor.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
There was no real future in a stripper's life. Once the good looks start to fade and the shapely body adds an inch or two here and there, it was all downhill. And then, one day, you wake up in the morning and find yourself out in the cold, working the streets, turning tricks for a few bucks instead of the hundreds you were once receiving for your precious services. But Patty Williams also had to note that some were better off, like Karen, the new girl. She was doing it for the thrills and wouldn't have to worry about her future.
Some of the men she had been sleeping with were more than generous, a factor which greatly enabled her to save up a considerable bank account. Savings enough to think about starting a new career, one with a promising future. One which was a hell of a lot easier on the human flesh! For the virginity of youth could never be returned once it was sexually lived or abused.
Patty Williams was facing the new crisis in her life far more maturely than she did the first. And to add stability, she was also considering remarriage. Waking up morning after morning with another man was proving not to be for her. She had also hired a lawyer of her own to look into the divorce since never receiving any word from Richard on the matter.
And another factor being that her parents were planning on moving back. The steady rapid increase of crime in Miami had changed the face of the retiring paradise. She couldn't face her mother and father as a wanton stripper, a woman who willingly took the offered donations of cash from her men without shame.
What she needed was a good-paying job, one with a high ladder which she could climb intellectually instead of on her back. A way, though, that many women usually and eventually made the climb!
It was a time in her life when she didn't need any more complications... especially one from the past. One she had figured to be done with when she had closed the door behind her, walking out on the man who had promised her the good life.
"Shit, can't a woman think in peace!" she muttered, hearing the doorbell, something that kept interrupting her life. It was late afternoon and she had the day off from work. The night was also hers to do with what she pleased. For a second she didn't want to answer the door, but thinking that it may be one of her male friends in need of a quick blowjob or a quick lay, one of the generous ones, she rose from the comfortable chair.
She would have wished it were, though she was in no mood for it, for the man standing in the open doorway threatened her planned future.
"Hi, Patty... please, don't shut me out. We need to have a talk. A long talk... I've been thinking it over," Richard Williams said rapidly, just in case she slammed the door in his face.
"Richard, what are you doing here!" she demanded in a mad tone. He was dressed rather nicely, but there was something different about him. She couldn't place her finger on it, but the more she stared at him, the more she thought about the derelict who had stared at her that one day, not so long ago.
"I stopped by at the club, but they told me you had the day and night off," he explained, taking a few steps forward, working his way into the apartment and into her life again. "Nice," he added, changing the subject with a twist of the hand. "You're doing real good for yourself."
"Thanks, so you know about me working as a stripper," she replied, letting him come in without resistance, knowing that it had to be about the divorce. Her lawyer must have contacted him. "Did somebody tell you. Joe White?" she continued, White being the type who would patronize a strippers' club.
"No, rightly, I saw your picture on the door. And hell, you wouldn't have believed the expression on my face," he said, taking a seat on the sofa. "Damn, Patty, you sure have changed. I always knew you had it in you," he lied, something he was good at, able to do it without blinking an eye.
"Let's cut the shit... what is it you want?" she asked calmly, wanting to spend the day alone.
"You have a cold beer?" he asked as she walked around and stood in front of him, her arms crossed under her breasts. At her silence, he continued, "Well, we both have had plenty of time to think matters over... what I'm getting at is why don't we give it another try? We can make it, really, Patty." He cleared his throat and, with a boyish grin, patted the spot next to him.
"Forget it, Richard," she suggested with a tone of finality. "You wanted the divorce, remember?" She was beginning to lose the calmness, the anger growing more powerful within her. How dare he return now, out of the blue, asking for a reconciliation after having hurt her so much!
"Patty, you don't know what this is all doing to me," he said, pleading his case, having a stronger motive than he was admitting to at the moment. "I thought about it over and over, that's why I hadn't done anything about the divorce. Then I heard from your lawyer... hell, my life fell in!"
"Not like mine did that night!" she coldly reminded him. "I was lost that night. It took me some quick growing up to get where I am now." She turned away from him and walked toward the window, in need of some fresh air.
"I'm sorry... what else can a man say! I made a bad mistake. We all do. The past is past but the future... it can be ours," he said, standing up and coming up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck, making damn sure that his growing and hardening cock rubbed the valley of her buttocks.
"Richard... Rich. . "she protested, stopping as he turned her around and kissed her wetly on the mouth. As he thrust his tongue deeply into her protesting oral cavern, he cupped her breasts, sensing the nipples becoming firm with a secret lust. A lust he had known existed for years. Like it or not, he knew her better than she knew herself, even with the remarkable change.
"I'm not asking for anything... you can keep everything, you hear meee... "she said, sighing as his hands continued their lustful fondlings. The blouse fell open and exposed her tender suckables to his naked touch. "I'm... ooohh... Richard... why... why are you doing this to me... " she moaned, hating herself for giving in to him. She hadn't seen him for so long and, within minutes of doing so, felt the inner wetness, the pulsations vibrating the walls of her cunt.
But then she believed in the stability that marriage gave people, a marriage she was considering with another man. So why not give Richard another chance? And also, her parents were returning. They never would have to know about the painful separation, the threatened divorce.
"Oh... I missed you so much," he uttered, lowering his hot wet mouth onto an aching tit. As she thrust her chest forward, he sucked the piercing nipple between his lips and nursed it, sucking deeply, licking the nubbin feverishly with his tongue.
"Richard... damn you... " she cursed, forgetting all the things she wanted to say to him. "Oh... yes... kiss them. Lick them... " she panted, melting in his caressing hands. Richard sucked one, then the other, rubbing the soft flesh of her bosom against his cheeks as he buried his face between them, inhaling the heavenly scent that lay hidden and waiting in the small crushed flesh where the breasts sagged slightly.
Hearing the words, he knew he had her. She was his for the taking, the fucking. Patty would suck his cock in a second if he so commanded and would do so later, whether he wanted it or not. She was one fine cocksucker, loving the sensation of hot thrusting flesh in her mouth, fucking it until the hot boiling lava within his nuts came erupting into her, washing her throat. But he played his cards carefully, as he didn't want to fuck things up now.
Nursing her perky nipples, he slid both hands down and up her skirt, caressing the inner thighs until his thumbs were touching her pussy and the other fingers were digging into her ass cheeks.
Patty couldn't help herself. Whenever she was so close to a man, the moistness instantly began, secreting the lust and the passion of her subconscious desires and needs. She was now wet and he could feel it in the soaked crotch of her sheer panties.
"Patty... you're wet... as always," he stated, working the thumbs over the clasping wet labia. The lips swelled around the probing thumbs. Patty clenched her teeth and groaned, sensing the electric shocks passing within her whenever he touched her love button-the erect clit which exposed itself to his touch, the only barrier being the thin fabric of her panties. The sensations were surging madly throughout her body, causing total sexual havoc on her nervous system.
"Lick me, Richard... lick my pussy," she finally gasped, bucking her aching box at his loving, touching fingers. "Suck it... suck my cunt! Bury that tongue deep inside me, thrust it into my pink pussy... fuck it... fuck my twat with that tongue, honey!" she screamed, forgetting for the present the pain he had brought her. "Suck it until I come... lick and suck me to a fucking orgasm!" The piercing ripples continued to race up and down her spine, and the first pangs of an orgasm made its presence known to her.
"Richard... I feel it... it's there... bring it out," she confessed hotly. And the next second she cried passionately as he worked a digit into the moist cavern, sliding it in and out, touching every inch of the pinkness which voraciously tightened around the penetration.
"Ooohhh... Aaaahhh... Richard... " she uttered, fucking that finger which was bringing her closer. But it was not enough. She needed to feel that tongue, that ever-sucking mouth on her gash, her cuntal lips kissing the lips of a man's mouth.
Richard withdrew his finger and slipped the soaked panties off her trembling flesh. He brought them up to his nostrils and deeply inhaled the feminine aroma, the musky penetrating fragrance that signified a total woman. A scent which was always hypnotic in nature to a horny man.
"Patty, you still have the sweetest-smelling pussy, if not sweeter," he commended, shoving the panties into his pants, covering the bulge that was his hardening cock. He then spread her legs wider and kissed the inner thighs, working his lips and tongue toward the pulsating wet pinkness. The lubricating juices were dripping faster from the folds of flesh, a refreshing liquid he licked and sucked eagerly into his mouth.
"Uuurrghhh!" Patty cried, feeling the tender bite of his teeth as he sucked the pussy lips into his mouth. The sensations were threatening to throw her over the ledge, so she tightened her hold on the window frame, rolling her head back and forth as Richard sucked her pussy, teasing her senseless with the tip of his tongue.
"Aaaahh... deeper... deeper... let me have it!" she moaned, twisting her head around, looking down at the people walking the streets. As her eyes cleared, she saw the same derelict watching her. It was a sight that made her laugh, for she had thought that the man had been her husband. The derelict was just a horny bum.
He thrust his fucking tongue in and out rapidly, deeper and deeper, seeking out the moist dripping pink flesh, giving it sheer pleasure as he fingered the clit, combining the actions in bringing her the ultimate come. She shuddered and squirmed hotly over his sucking mouth, writhing and turning like a snake, an anaconda about to swallow its prey.
And Patty wasn't far from it as her pussy lips swelled and blossomed crimson from the sucking, wetly attached themselves hungrily around his mouth as if trying to suck in his entire head.
"I'm going to come... sooo... nearrr... " she gasped, sensing the contractions, the spasms traveling within her tortured body. And releasing the window frames, she took hold of his head and started to fuck it, fuck it like he so often had fucked her mouth with his throbbing cock. "Aaaaahh... I'm commmiiinngg!" she screamed, falling forward.
Richard fell backward without losing the taste of her orgasming cunt. The delicious juice was pouring down her fuck channel and he scooped it out quickly, swallowing and returning for more as she twisted her burning, oozing hole against his trapped mouth. And then, with a final contraction, she sat still on his face, squeezing the muscles of her snatch on the still-penetrating taste buds.
As he laid on his back, she stripped his clothing like a bitch in raging heat, like a child on Christmas morning, unwrapping the presents. The present she wanted was a cock, one with a red bulbous head. A real pussy-fucker! She wasn't disappointed as she pulled the shorts down, freeing his towering boner, the panties still on it.
She wrapped the sheer panties around his shaft and pumped it vigorously. But sensing that he was about to come prematurely, she squeezed the area just beneath the head, harder and harder until the contractions subsided to a safe level.
"No, you're not going to come just yet. I want that lovely cream shooting inside my cunt... splashing my inner walls, smearing them with your lust," she said with a warm smile, rubbing her pussy over his hairy chest.
"You're a bitch!" he shouted without malice, wondering if the time was right. Should I ask her? No, not yet. Better when she is in the misty haze of multiple orgasms. Patty couldn't read his mind as she kissed him on the mouth, tasting the sweetness of her own pussy there.
"You're right, my pussy does taste sweet," she agreed, licking the juice from around his mouth.
"Mmmmm... honey," he replied, cupping her tits, squeezing and molding the flesh. "Come on, I'm in control now. Fuck me... jump on my cock... ride it like you used to, the good fucking times," he said, reminding her, pinching the perky nipples.
"Ooouch... in a minute, lover," she answered and twisting around, licked the shiny bulbous tip, running her moist lips up and down the shaft, sucking at the tightly drawn flesh, feeling the blood pounding through the cable-like veins. Richard sighed with the surging sucking pleasure and arched his groin, raising his buttocks off the floor.
"Suck it... make it nice and hot, hot enough to melt your pussy, Patty," he uttered, spreading and massaging the soft flesh of her rear cheeks. Patty sucked the head within her mouth and licked it feverishly, fondling the bloated ball-sac.
She sucked the total length of his cock into her sucking mouth and worked her tongue over the throbbing hot flesh and sighed, feeling his thumbs pressing against the puckered flesh of her asshole.
"You're ready now for sure," she panted, spitting out his prick, knowing that there would be no stopping him now. He was too hot and horny, ready to blow his wad! And she gave it a final lick and moved down, keeping her back to his face, wrapped the wet clasping lips of her twat around the thick head.
"Oh, yesss... " he groaned when she slid seductively down his penetrating shaft. "Fuck me, honey, wrap them pink pussy walls around my cock." He took hold of her luscious behind and helped her to move up and down on his rod. As she humped away at his meat, faster and harder, he took his one chance.
"Patty, you know I always loved you," he said softly, sensing the cum boiling within his balls. He was going to unleash his load soon and wanted to hit her with his request at the same instant as his semen. Patty was breathing heavily, trembling madly, rooted solidly on his hardness, twisting and squirming on the pleasure-giver, sensing another orgasm rapidly approaching. And many others. She was going to experience a multiple orgasm, the ninth wonder of a woman's world; the eighth was being fucked by a twelve- to fourteen-inch cock!
"Yes... yes... you were saying... " she stammered, losing control of her human flesh with total desire as the rippling sensations, the spasms, the mind-blowing contractions shook every fiber in her body.
"Patty... things are rather slow at the moment. They have been for some time. Joe White, he's having trouble with getting new contracts," Richard continued, caressing her sweating body, feeling the wetness increasing within her stuffed snatch. "You... you're doing good for yourself... real good... good enough maybe to loan me a few bucks."
Patty Williams stiffened instantly on his dong. She couldn't believe what she had just heard, and slowly turned her head to face him. "Money... money! Why you fucking bastard, that's why you're here!" she shouted. And with revenge burning deeply she gave his bloated nuts a violent twist, leaping up off his prick.
"Jesussss... " Richard screamed in raging pain.
"Out! Get out!" she continued. Richard reached for his balls in a protective move, but he was already ejaculating. The thick heavy gobs of jism shot straight up into the empty air and came raining down upon his body.
"Fucking whore! That's what you are, a slut!" he cursed, standing up rather painfully, jism still spurting out wildly without any control. Patty picked up his clothing and threw it all out into the corridor. And as he made a move to grab her, she sidestepped and pushed him out into the corridor, closing and locking the door.
"Damn, Linda was so right," she muttered, trembling with inner frustration. "He'll be back," she had warned. The pricks always come back. But whatever you do, don't take him in." She walked to the window and, looking out, saw that the derelict was still there, watching her apartment.
"Hell, why not?" she said. And spreading her legs, she rubbed her wet pussy and waved to the man without a future. At least with him, she knew where she stood. There was no reason for lies. As he crossed the street, Richard was going in the opposite direction, departing from her life for the last time.
CHAPTER TWELVE
In a way, Patty Williams owed her present happiness to the man who had grieved her the most, Richard, her ex-husband. After having leaped off his cock in anger before obtaining the multi-orgasm, she was hot as a piston, hotter than a solar flare, and she needed someone to finish the job. She needed a prick to fuck or a long thrusting tongue to bring her to the ultimate climax.
And the man who had given her what she wanted was now between her legs, licking her pussy. She smiled at the man and sighed with pleasure, wiggling and squirming under his constant tonguing. "Some fucking derelict you turned out to be," she moaned. He was the last man in the world who a woman could consider a suitable mate, a good catch. Well, damn it all to hell, appearances can be deceiving. One should never judge by looks alone. She should know, having selected Richard Williams as the perfect catch, who later turned out to be a fucking bastard.
"Robert, you're something else. I never met a man like you before. Damn, why didn't you say something sooner?" she asked, running her hands through his hair, pushing his head deeper between her thighs. "Ooohh... baby... I'm coming... lick me... suck me... " she moaned. "You're a prince among men."
Robert Waterman was indeed a prince, a rich one, highly successful in the world of business. No matter which way one turned today, one found himself staring at a computerized gadget. Although his company was still small, it was rapidly growing.
When she had asked him before, he replied, "You're the first woman to take me as I am, a derelict, a man without a dime in his pocket, without a future." This conversation was held the morning after their unusual encounter, when she had picked him off the street and fucked the shit out of his cock.
At first, she hadn't believed him. "You're kidding, come on, look at yourself! Not that I care... I got what I wanted, the ninth wonder! It was only after he took her downtown to the office, and his secretary said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Waterman," that Patty finally believed him. She was one of the chosen few, being given the second chance in life. And in love.
She was later to discover that he often dressed up as a derelict, a fireman, a policeman... And while in his selected guise, he would fuck the daylight out of her. A fetish which highly intensified his sexual lust and ultimate performance.
" Aaaahhh... Robert... eat me... suck my pussy," she panted, the orgasm upon her, shaking her flesh, making her quish thrash wildly against his sucking mouth. "Uuuuggh... I'm comiiinnngggg... " The unstoppable flood of pussy juice surged down through her pulsating pink hole, tightening and clasping at the taste buds.
"Mmmmmmm... mmm... " he murmured, sucking the juice right out of her pussy, scooping it hungrily into his mouth. With her cunt in an orgasmic fit, the sexual aroma of her lust and sex grew heavily, filtering deeply into his pressing nostrils. A scent which would turn any flaccid cock into an instant fucking erection.
Waterman thrust his lapper in and out rapidly as she trembled between his head. She squirmed and twisted out of control, slamming her cunt into his face. But the present climax was a far cry from the multiple-orgasm experience of the first time. It was a real mind-blower, one that sent her sailing into contractory spasms unlike any she had ever felt, and frightened Waterman at first, who believed she was experiencing an epileptic seizure.
"Ohh... aaahh... that was divine, heavenly," she finally gaspingly sighed, the orgasmic grips slowly subsiding. He crawled up between her legs and kissed her tits, licking the succulent flesh, gently biting the skin until sucking one perky nipple between his lips.
"Robert... oh... Robert, let me hold you. Just let me hold you. I'm afraid that if I ever let you go, I'll never see you again," Patty said, confessing her inner fears and expressing her love for him. The bulbous red head of his cock was pressing against her pussy and the dripping wet labia wrapped themselves around it, drawing it in.
Having the tip of his dick inside her twat, she just started to fuck it, moving the lips around and around the thickness, teasing it, not letting the hot burning shaft enter yet to find moist, soothing peace.
"Patty... let me fuck you," he muttered, switching his sucking mouth to the breasts, thrusting his hips down, trying to penetrate the interior pinkness. "Baby... I got to fuck you... I got a load of jism begging to shoot into your lovely cunt."
"Lover, you can fuck me for the rest of your life," Patty exhaled warmly, loosening the cuntal muscles, letting his throbbing pecker slowly continue, penetrating her deeper and deeper, giving her total satisfaction. She sighed with clenched teeth when he finally struck home, the thick, crimson head pressing against her cervix. And to see if he was indeed telling her the truth, she reached down and felt his nuts, finding them heavy with a wad of jism.
"You can bet your cunt on it," he replied, starting to thrust, the sensation of her moist pussy racing through him like a raging ball of fire. "Oh, Patty, you can count on me fucking you for the rest of your life. I want your entire flesh... your heavenly pussy... your delightful asshole and not to forget that beautiful mouth!"
"You do love me, don't you!" she remarked. And fondling his bloated balls, running them over the tips of her expert fingers, she added, "All this for meeee... " She squeezed his nuts in a milking fashion. "I can hardly wait for you to fill me up!"
Robert Waterman slipped his schlong in faster and faster, sensing his jism boiling and about to erupt. He would have lasted longer if it weren't for the soft touch of her digits working on his balls and the base of his disappearing shaft.
"You keep doing what you're doing, and there'll be no stopping me from drowning your love box," he promised, driving his pounding erection into her eager young quim. And to get his mind off the mounting ejaculatory tensions which threatened to spend him at any second, he tried talking about her job.
"Patty, I first saw you at the club. Damn, when you stripped that very first night, I almost creamed in my pants. Seeing your muff opening, showing the inner pulsating pinkness, I knew you were for me," he stated, giving up on trying to forget sex. No matter what subject a couple was talking about, somehow the topic would always turn to sex.
"You saw me that first night... " she said, and then stiffened beneath his thrusts as the orgasm took a tight grasp on her flesh. She groaned and cried as the new surge of pussy juice ran down her sex channel, washing his hard, fucking cock. "I'm coming... I'm coming again... damn, fuck meeee... "
"You're coming... I'm coming," he replied, shooting the first load of hot jizz into her already flooding cunt. Then the human juices were mixed by his thrusting hot shaft, and Patty milked his balls, wanting to get every last drop of his semen.
They slammed themselves into each other, ignoring the world outside, who they were and what they were. At that fucking moment, they were two objects-a cunt and a cock bonded together, one penetrating madly, the other engulfing wildly, but each giving and receiving sexual pleasures.
"Fuck me... harder... slam that fucker into my box," she begged, howling with lust, writhing under his sweating body like a snake, wrapping her legs tighter and tighter around his body, arching her pussy for a deeper, more rewarding penetration. The electric shock waves smoothly cascaded throughout her body, soothing the tortured mind and flesh as the orgasm flushed the tensions from her womanhood.
Robert rapidly felt his balls being drained, the jism shooting in gobs without end in the beginning. But now, the hot loads of cum were getting smaller and lighter. The slippery wet sensation of her snatch, sloshing over and around his shaft, felt like no other pussy he had ever balled. And in his life, he had sucked and fucked many a willing cunt.
With the final shot of semen, he laid still upon her soft trembling body, feeling the tits crushing against his chest, his cock slowly shrinking within the wetness, slowly slipping out as a hungry vagina tightened its muscles in trying to keep him inside.
"Oooohh... I need to catch my breath," Patty said, taking deep breaths, flipping his spent dick onto a thigh. The remaining cum seeped out and glued the sore, red tip onto her leg. She gently placed a palm over it. "So, you were saying... about my act?"
"Aaahh... caught it many times. You must have seen me in the place, but never made the connection. I always changed my appearance," he explained. "It's amazing what a beard or a pair of glasses will do to a man's appearance." He paused and, kissing her on the mouth, rolled off her, laying on his side, cupping a ripe breast. "I followed you home one night... and here I am."
She reached down for his spent meatpole and gave it a few strokes to get it back to a good hardness. "I always did get the feeling of being followed at times, but considered it to be my imagination. After having men staring at you all night, the sensation seems to stay with you for a while longer."
She had taken a few days off work and was spending them with Robert Waterman. She wanted to get to know him really well and, with each passing day, fell deeper and deeper in love with him.
"Now that you know how rich I am, you don't have to go on working at the club," he suggested, changing the subject slightly. "At times, seeing you with those other men, I felt I would go insane," he confessed. "Not that I'm the possessive type. I believe that a woman should live her own life... a career."
"Oh... you want me to strip for you and you alone from now on, is that it?" she replied in a joking manner. And then seriously, "No, really, I was considering on leaving the club. I have enough money saved to get by on until I've found something that leads to a career." She kissed him on the mouth and then licked his chest, flicking her tongue over his nipples. As her tongue hardened his nipples, her hand hardened his cock.
"You were?" he sighed gratefully, wrapping an arm around her flesh.
"Yes. And I won't need any money from you," she continued. "When I walked out on Richard the first time, I made myself a promise never to be dependent on anybody else again. I'm a big girl now, one who needs the freedom that independence offers a person. I love you, but I have to carry my own weight."
She slowly kissed and licked her way down to his firm stomach, biting and sucking in the hairy flesh. As she reached the navel, she kissed it wetly and thrust the tip of her tongue inside, wiggling and twisting it around as if she were a man licking a cunt.
"Perfectly all right with me, love," he responded, touching her hair. "As I stated, I believe that each person should walk on his own two feet." He sighed deeply and his cock started to throb lustily within her fist. "But for now, Patty suck my cock. I want to fuck that mouth!"
Patty Williams was more than willing. She wanted to suck cock, his cock from now on. She shook the wonderful instrument of manhood and then, with a warm smile, kissed the purple bulbous head, smacking her lips rapidly over the soft suckable flesh. The action drove Robert up the wall and he tried to thrust his cock into that warm mouth.
"Oooh... stop teasing... you're not on stage anymore!" he uttered, helpless in her hands.
Patty shifted her position as he spread his legs wider and, keeping her eyes on his face, sucked the head into her moist warm mouth. "Mmmmm... mmm... " she moaned, licking it with in her hot oral cavity with the tip of her tongue. One thing she had learned from sucking all that cock was how to really suck a cock.
And as she did, she also had to show him a - few tricks in eating her pussy. The tricks that she learned from Linda Davidson, a no-longer-latent lesbian.
She now sucked his entire shaft into her mouth until the balls were kissing her chin. The feeling of having her mouth totally stuffed by a prick, her man's prick, was sheer pleasure in itself. And then, she started to pump her face vigorously up and down on his shaft, using her lips, her lashing tongue and, finally, her fingers to give him an experience he wouldn't soon forget. He screamed and bucked wildly under her sucking action and, when she rammed a finger up his asshole, he thought he would go insane.
As in business, he had made a good choice. He had felt it from the very first sight of her, and his feelings had been proven to be correct beyond a shadow of a sucking and fucking doubt. Patty Williams was the woman for him!
Patty sucked his pork and finger-fucked his butthole, stopping the penetrating finger to massage the prostate gland. The combined sensations of her sucking and the interior gland stimulations sent electric waves throughout his body and the semen to a boiling point.
"Baby... you sucking-mad cocksucker, I'm going to come, blow my wad any second," he uttered, shuddering and trembling, watching his jerking muscle disappearing in and out of her wonderful wet lips.
She felt his pecker jerking, stiffening within her mouth with each thrust. He was going to come, alright... he was going to spurt his jism all over the inside of her mouth and on her face. She weighed his balls and then milked them, tickling the prostate gland.
"I'm coming... oh... God! Am I commiiiinngggg!"
Patty sucked and swallowed the constant stream of jism gobs as they hotly exploded within her oral chute. She worked her mouth faster along with her tongue and ass-fucking finger. But as quickly as she swallowed, the massive load of semen proved to be too much. It overflowed her already stuffed mouth and dribbled down her chin.
And then, reluctantly, she pulled her face clear of Robert's ejaculating cock and murmured, still swallowing the cock juice inside her mouth, "I'm sorry it's too much. I... I... just couldn't take it all... damn, where did it all come from?" For the amount she had already swallowed seemed far greater than the size of his balls could hold, and he was still coming, spurting the white sticky juice over his stomach.
Not to leave him out in the cold, she wrapped her fist around his slippery erection and pumped it dry, removing the digit from his butt.
"Patty. . it's all right... not a drop has been wasted. It's still there," he replied, comforting her doubts. "Lick it... honey... lick it all up." He held her pretty face in both hands. "Relax, in time you'll be able to suck me dry without any problems."
Patty forced a smile, cum drooling down her chin. She nodded happily and started to lick the spilled sperm from his body. As she did, she was forgetting all the men she had slept with to survive in this world. And the one woman, Linda Davidson, who had shown her the other side of life. But most of all, she was finally going to forget about Richard Williams!
Having cleaned Robert's flesh, she moved up into his warm embrace and smiled, kissing him tenderly on the mouth. "I love you," she whispered, for he was the one man who would let her live her own life, stand her own ground. To be what she wanted to be in life, a free, totally self-sufficient woman. One who would never again find herself out on the street.
