"If you want to get a job, it's okay with me. Just make sure my dinner's on the table when I get home."
Hal Palmer put his fork down and gulped his morning coffee. Rosie Palmer, her auburn curls cascading over her shoulders, bit into a piece of toast. When she'd told her husband of ten years that she'd taken a job as a hostess, she'd expected him to hit the roof. Instead he'd been quite amenable for a man with a hot temper. Almost too-amenable.
"You really don't care if I work?" she said.
He put down his newspaper and glanced at his watch. "I told you I don't give a damn. Just make sure you don't start giving me frozen crap for dinner."
He rose up and bent down to kiss her goodbye. The kiss was brief and cold. All the lust of their early years was gone from their marriage.
Rosie walked him to the front door and handed him his briefcase. She still hadn't gotten dressed and was wearing only a shortie robe with nothing under it. When Hal opened the door he pushed her to the side.
"Someone might see you," he said.
"So what?" she said. "You're not interested in what's under here."
He frowned as he left the house. Rosie returned to the kitchen and put the dishes in the dishwasher. It was so like Hal to care if someone saw her half-naked. But he certainly hadn't shown much interest in her lately, either dressed or undressed.
Out of habit she cleaned the kitchen. Not that it was dirty, but she automatically kept the house spotless. It wasn't enough. A woman with all her energy needed more.
The only reason she'd taken the job was because she was bored. And horny, too. She wouldn't make much money, but that didn't matter. Oh, it would help. Hal was still paying child support to his ex-wife for his young son. But money wasn't the reason she was working. She wanted to meet people. Especially men. The women in her neighborhood either had little kids or worked. She didn't work and she had no kids, except when Hal Jr. stayed with them. And that didn't count. It was a new world and women like her weren't fashionable anymore.
I'll just go along with the times, she thought. I'm too young to sit around with the old ladies. And not maternal enough to want my own kids. At least not yet. So when she'd seen the ad for a hostess, she'd tried out for it and to her surprise had been hired on the spot.
Hal's initial reaction was that the boss had hired her because she had a big ass and huge tits. Rosie didn't argue with him. He always thought men were after her and in the old days he'd been jealous. But not anymore. Now he almost seemed to want her to find someone else to fool around with. More and more often she initiated their love-making. And more and more often Hal turned her down.
Her first day at the restaurant went quickly.
She was so busy she hardly thought about Hal and the deterioration of their marriage. When she returned home late that day, she got busy in the kitchen getting Hal's dinner on the table.
They ate dinner in silence. After a while she served dessert and Hal smiled. "Hal Jr.'s coming to spend the weekend."
"Well, thanks a heap for telling me," she said.
Hal looked confused. "Since when do I have to give you notice?"
"I do have a job now, you know."
"Oh, yeah, well, you're not working on weekends, are you?"
She reluctantly shook her head. "No, I'm not, but you could have asked."
Later that night, after they were in bed, Rosie tried to snuggle up next to him. "I'm tired, hon," he yawned.
She leaned her head on one arm and frowned. "I'm horny."
"Bring yourself off," he said.
"That's what I've got a husband for."
"Jesus Christ, stop complaining," he said, turning his back to her.
"I'm not complaining."
"Then what do you call it?"
She turned on her side away from him. "Oh, go to sleep!"
They didn't fuck for the next week. Every time she approached him, he had an excuse. She began to wonder if he was having an affair. And for the first time, when Hal Jr. arrived at the house, Rosie noticed that he was rapidly developing the body of a man.
After the second week without sex, she became angry. It would serve Hal right if I cheated on him, she thought as she took three business men to a booth in the back of the restaurant. She felt their eyes on her ass as she sashayed through the room. And more than once she'd noticed them eying her tits as they waited for their table.
She left them menus, leaning over the table to deliberately show them her cleavage. They were polite as their eyes bore into her tits and ass. She recognized one of them. He'd been in before. She refilled their coffee cups as they lingered over dessert.
They were still sitting in the booth when Rosie was ready to leave for the day. She smiled as she passed their booth. "Can I get you anything before I leave?" she said.
"You can tell me your name," one of them said.
"Rosie," she said.
"You're a pretty girl, Rosie," he said. "But I guess you hear that all the time."
"A girl never hears that too much," she smiled.
The other two men excused themselves and left, but the one speaking to Rosie stayed. She sat down next to him and they chatted. Normally the boss didn't encourage conversation with customers, but the place was almost empty and it didn't matter. The boss wasn't there.
"Can I interest you in a drink?" the man said. "By the way, I should introduce myself. My name's Walt. Walt LaClerque.
And mine's Rosie Palmer," she said.
"What about that drink? There's a nice place near here where we can relax, Rosie Palmer."
"Well, I am through for the day...." She felt her cheeks grow warm.
"Let's go," he grinned. "I won't take no for an answer."
Rosie went to the employees' lounge to get her coat and purse. She met Walt outside in front of the restaurant. She felt excited. It had been a long time since she'd had a date with a strange man. Since before she met Hal. She felt like a teenager on her first date as they walked down the street arm in arm.
"I can't stay long," she said.
"Got to get home, huh?"
"Yes."
"The old-man wants dinner on the table on time, huh?" His eyebrow arched as he grinned. He picked up her left hand and glanced at her wedding ring. "Why is it that every time I meet a sexy girl, she's already married?" Rosie's mouth felt dry. "Well, aren't you married too?"
Walt chuckled. "Yes, but that doesn't count."
"Is this where we're going?" Normally she had a comeback for everything, but suddenly she felt tongue-tied.
"This is the place," he said, steering her into a doorway. "They serve the tallest, strongest drinks in town."
They sat at a small table in the back and he ordered two martinis without asking her what she wanted. She liked that. She liked a man who took charge. It was one of the things that had attracted her to Hal.
They flirted. They sat close together, their thighs touching, and they flirted like two people on a first date. Before Rosie knew it, it li was after six and she was on her fourth martini. And the room was spinning around.
"I normally don't drink this much," she said thickly.
He took her hand. "You're a very pretty girl, Rosie Palmer," he said.
"You said that before," she giggled.
"I guess I'm getting senile." He rubbed one fingertip on the palm of her hand and her pussy fluttered. "Isn't repeating yourself a sign of senility?"
"I don't know. Is it?"
"I forget."
"I think forgetting is a sign of senility."
They burst out laughing and he urged her to drain her glass. "One more for the road," he said to the waitress, a tall blonde with big tits.
Rosie felt the electricity in the air. The room was still spinning, but she felt like she could do anything and not have to worry about the consequences. Walt continued stroking her hand, but now he moved his free hand under the table and caressed her thigh.
"You're just the right size, too," he said. "I don't like 'em too tall or too short. You're just right."
"Thank you." She felt silly, but didp'J know what else to say.
She felt his fingers on her bare flesh and knew he was pushing her skirt up, but felt powerless to stop him. Maybe I want him to, she thought. Maybe I truly want him to go further.
"You have skin like velvet," he whispered in her ear.
She closed her eyes and swayed slightly. She felt overwhelmed with emotion. Physical and psychological. His insistent fingers on her thigh made her entire body pulse with need. She knew she was wet. Her pussy had begun lubricating after the first martini.
"I'll bet you've got a nice tight cunt," he said, kissing her earlobe.
"I don't think you should talk like that." Her voice was thick with booze and sexual arousal.
"Why not?" He held her chin in his hand and brought her lips up to meet his. But he didn't kiss her. He rubbed the ball of his thumb over her lower lip and forced her lips apart.
She moaned softly and he fastened his mouth to hers. He snaked his tongue into her mouth and moved his fingers from her thigh to her cunt. He stroked her through the nylon of her panties and she automatically parted her legs.
"This is a juicy cunt," he said. She let him suck her tongue into his mouth. "A very juicy cunt." He snapped his fingers and the blonde waitress brought the check. "Let's get out of here," he said to Rosie.
She clung to his hand as they walked out of the bar. She was afraid she'd fall if she let go. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was heading for trouble. But she couldn't stop herself. It was too late.
Even in her stupor, she could hear a little squishing sound emanating from her cunt. Her pussylips felt puffy and open. And so hungry to be filled!
"Where's your car?" Walt said.
"Over there." She pointed to a nearby parking lot.
"We'll use it and then you can drop me back at mine."
Rosie's mind whirled. She didn't know what he was talking about and she didn't care. She stumbled into the back seat of the car and he followed her and in a moment his lips were once again fastened to hers.
He tongued her hungrily while his hands explored her body. She had no thought of fighting him off. She was too turned on to think of anything but how good his hands felt on her overheated flesh.
She had trouble breathing and even tried to push him away. "No, I've got to get home," she said.
At that moment he slipped his hand between her legs and she leaned back on the seat. "Relax, honey," he said. "You're hot as a firecracker."
"Oh, God," she murmured. Her voice was hoarse and weak. His fingers snaked inside the crotch of her panties and touched her succulent snatch.
"I knew this was a juicy pussy," he said. "So hot and wet. So hungry for a good hard fuck. When's the last time your old-man slipped it to you? A week ago? Two weeks ago? Huh? Must have been a long time. Such a hot little box."
"Oh, Walt," she sighed when his fingers found her clit An electric-like charge surged through her and she trembled with raw hot desire.
"You need it bad, baby. Real bad. Do you want it straight or fancy? A quickie? That's all we can do here. A nice straight quickie, right up this juicy twat."
"Yes, fuck me!" she hissed. Now it was her lips that worked frantically over his.
She felt him pull her panties down and as if in a dream he tugged them off her feet. She was vaguely aware of people in cars nearby, but she didn't care. It was dark enough so that faces couldn't be recognized.
"I've got a nice hard cock for you," he muttered. "It's been hard ever since I walked into that restaurant." He climbed on top of her and rubbed his cock head against her gaping snatch.
Her pussy opened wide in invitation. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" she gasped. Normally she never used that word, but this wasn't normal. She had never been so desperate to get laid.
She felt the heat of his prick against her and the hair on his balls tickle her ass. "You gonna suck the jizz out of my balls, baby?" he said. "You gonna wrap that sweet pussy around my dick and suck it dry?"
"Yes!"
She heard a car door slam nearby. Walt shifted forward and her cunt almost scooped up his prick. He pushed in and plunged his cock high up inside her blood-engorged gash.
"Yessssssssssssssss!" she cried as his cock filled her fuck-box.
She clutched his neck and tilted her head up to receive his kisses. She spread her legs wide as he began thrusting his fuckpole in and out of her greedy cunt.
"Fuck that cock , slut!" he hissed. "Come on, fuck that stiff dick!"
She felt wanton and whorish and she loved the feeling. "Yes, fuck me!" she said. "Fuck me hard! Give me all you've got!"
The salaciousness of her own words turned her on more. She had read about women using dirty words when they fucked, but Hal had always discouraged it. She found she liked it. It made the fucking dirtier and she was finding out that dirty fucking was the best kind.
"What a tight hot cunt," Walt groaned. "You're squeezing the come right out of my nuts. Do you know that?"
"Yes, I know it."
"And you love it, don't you, slut?"
"Yes, I love it!"
"Oh, baby, do it!"
Her cunt closed around his dick like a glove. The feeling on her clit was so intense, she knew she would come soon. When he stopped thrusting, she moaned.
"Don't stop!" she said.
"Feel my cock throb inside you?"
"Yes."
"Dig it a minute."
"Yes! Yes! It's good!" She clutched him and bit his lips and tongue.
"You're a little tiger, aren't you?" he said.
"Not normally."
"You've been needing this a long time, haven't you?"
"I guess so."
She bit her lip to keep from crying out when he began thrusting his dick in and out of her snatch again. He picked her up by her ass and shifted around until he was sitting on the seat and she was straddling him.
"Now, you fuck me," he said.
She held onto his neck and bounced up and down on his rigid prick.
"Not too fast," he chuckled. "I'm not running away."
She felt his prick swell inside her and forced herself to slow down. She rubbed her tits against his chest and he lowered his lips and licked her cleavage.
"Next time I'll pay more attention to these," he said.
Her pussy nibbled on his prick. "Yes, next time!"
She bounced up and down, holding onto his shoulders for leverage and inhaling his dick into her pussy. She shivered when she felt his cock shaft rub deliciously against her clit.
"That's the way, baby," Walt said. "Move that ass like that and I'll blow my wad."
He clutched her assflesh and squeezed the round globes while he pumped his cock in and out of her snatch. Rosie was delirious with lust. Just a few more strokes would send her over the edge.
And then it happened. She came and all the pent-up hunger of the last few weeks exploded in a giant orgasm. Her pussy gripped Walt's cock tightly and brought him off and Rosie clung to him until he stopped shaking.
When they opened their eyes, they kissed. They scrambled into the front seat and Rosie drove Walt to his car. Her panties were on the floor of the back seat, but she didn't care. She had to get home and fix dinner before Hal blew a fuse.
She walked into the house ten minutes later, out of breath, but happy. Hal was sitting in the living room, a can of beer in his hand and a scowl on his face.
"Where the hell were you?" he said.
"I had to work late."
"I thought I told you I wanted dinner on the table when I came home?"
"It's all ready," she said, too happy to be angry. "Five minutes."
They ate in silence. Hal looked at her strangely at one point. "You look funny. Is something going on?"
She shook her head. "No, darling, everything's as usual." But it wasn't and she knew it would never be again.
CHAPTER TWO
Stop into my office before you leave, will you, Rosie?" Harry Whiteside said. He glanced down at Rosie's cleavage and stuck his cigar in his mouth. "I wanna ask your advice about something." He puckered his lips and blew a cloud of smoke in her direction.
Rosie welcomed two men who had just walked into the front door. She handed them menus and returned to her station near the cashier's window. She wondered what Harry wanted to ask her about. He hadn't paid much attention to her in the two months she'd been working for him. The word was he was having an affair with one of the waitresses. Between the waitress and his wife, the other employees said, Harry was kept very busy.
When her shift was over, Rosie got her coat and purse from the employees' lounge and knocked on the door to Harry's office. She heard a chair scrape the floor and Harry's gruff voice telling her to come in.
It was hardly an office. It was no bigger than a closet and it was a mess. Dust covered every surface and the chair Harry used was torn and sagging.
"Sit down, honey," Harry said. He picked up the telephone and dialed a number. "Fuck that broad!" he said, slamming the phone down. "Always talking. I ought to send her to work and she won't have so much time to gab."
Rosie sat down on the rickety chair near the desk. "Are you referring to your wife?" she said.
"Yeah."
He rummaged around his desk, chomping on his cigar and muttering under his breath. Rosie swung her leg and wondered what it was he wanted to talk to her about.
"You wanna know why I wanted to see you?" he said.
"As a matter-of-fact, yes."
She crossed her legs and lit a cigarette. The rickety chair creaked and Whiteside chuckled. "This place is some dump, huh?"
"It's not Buckingham Palace," Rosie giggled.
"That's what I like about you, Rosie," Whiteside said. "You call a spade a spade."
"I believe in being honest," she said.
"So, what do you say? You happy here?"
"I like my job if that's what you mean."
"How's your old man feel about your working?"
Rosie lowered her eyes. "He doesn't care what I do as long as dinner is ready when he comes home."
Whiteside whistled softly. "One of those, huh?"
"Yeah," Rosie said. "One of those. Guess we've been married too long."
"You don't know what long is. I've been with my old lady twenty years. And it feels like fifty."
"I wonder if Hal talks about me like that."
"Naw, not with your body."
"I imagine your wife is attractive."
"She's okay. It's marriage that's for the birds. Except I like birds. I don't wish marriage on 'em."
He dialed the telephone and this time Rosie could hear the busy signal. "The cunt!" he muttered as he slammed it down.
"Listen, Harry, I'd love to stay here and talk, but I've got to get home," Rosie said.
"Yeah, yeah, in a minute," he said, again rummaging in a drawer.
Rosie fidgeted. She felt horny and restless. If she stayed here long enough, Harry would start to look good to her. When she got home, she planned to masturbate before Hal arrived. If she had time. It had been weeks since she'd had a good fuck. Fucking Hal didn't count. She didn't even come anymore when they balled. He just stuck it in a few times, dumped his load and went to sleep, leaving her hornier than ever.
Suddenly Whiteside rose up and walked around to the front of the desk. He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Before she could say a word, he took her into his strong arms and crushed his lips against hers.
She almost lost her balance. She could hardly breathe, he kissed her so hard. When he finally released her, she sucked in her breath and giggled.
"You sure take a girl's breath away," she said.
"I'm dying to fuck you," Whiteside said. Rosie stared at him. "You sure don't mince words."
"That makes us a good pair. How about it? Can you use a good reaming, too?"
"Here?"
"Sure."
"To tell you the truth, I can't figure out how we'd do it in here."
"You mean you're agreeable?"
"Harry," Rosie smiled, patting his cheek. "If you've got the time and the equipment, I'm agreeable."
Fucking anyone was better than masturbating. She pulled her shoulders back and shoved her tits in his face. He made a grab for her and she jumped to the side.
"Not so fast," she said. "How are we going to do it in here?"
"There's plenty of possibilities," he said, once again making a grab for her boobs.
"Where?" She decided to tease him. He didn't particularly appeal to her and she wanted to turn on. The fact that she was cheating again didn't bother her a bit. Hal didn't deserve her faithfulness.
He held her arm and cupped one tit with his fist. "You can bend over the desk or I can sit on the chair and you can sit on me," he said.
"Why, Harry, you've so inventive."
"Prick tease," he said. He kneaded her tit and used his free hand to pull down his zipper. He hauled out the biggest prick Rosie had ever seen.
"Jesus Christ!" she whispered.
"Plenty to go around, huh?" he chuckled.
"I've never seen anything like it!"
"It's guaranteed to take you to heaven."
"Jesus, Harry, you could kill a girl with that thing!"
"Yeah, but you'll die with a smile on your face."
She stared at his huge dick. It wasn't even hard and it hung out of his fly like a gigantic snake. "It's awesome, Harry," she said. "It'll never get in."
"But think what a good time we'll have trying," he said, lifting her skirt up and pushing her panties down.
"You don't waste any time, do you, Harry?"
"You've got to get home and fix the old man's dinner, don't you?"
"Jesus, Harry, your hands are cold!" Her panties were down around her ankles and he held her hips in his ham-like hands.
His cock grazed her thighs and she spread her legs and sighed. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh, God, Harry, what's it like when it's hard?"
"Formidable."
Rosie giggled. "Where'd you learn French?"
Before she knew what was happening he was kneeling in front of her and shoving his face between her legs. He opened his jaws wide and his mouth came down on her cunt. She leaned on his shoulders and moaned as he licked and sucked her snatch.
"Jesus, Harry, where'd you learn to give head?"
"You ask a lot of questions."
She shivered, holding onto his head as he tongued her pulsating pussy. "Harry, you keep that up and you'll make me come right now."
"Take your blouse off so I can see your tits."
She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it onto the filthy desk. She unhooked her bra and her tits tumbled free.
He straightened up and guided her to the desk. She leaned back and he pushed the giant head of his massive dick between her legs. He palmed one tit and leaned over to swipe his tongue over her nipple.
"Now this is what I call a meal," he said. "Jesus, Harry, it'll never fit!" He tried to force his prick inside her tight slit.
"It'll fit," he grunted. "Open up."
She raised one leg like a bitch peeing against a tree. "Am I wet enough?" she said.
"Like a faucet."
Her tits heaved with excitement. Her auburn curls were damp with perspiration. And then he shoved forward and plunged about half of his horse-cock into her cunt.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she breathed. "Oh, God, Harry, it's so damn big!"
"Yeah, but is it good?"
"It's wonderful!" She clung to him, unwilling to relinquish even an inch of his stiff prick. "Shit, what a sweet cunt!" he rasped. "Harry, take it easy!" she said. "Don't stick it all in!"
"You worry too much," he said. "Sweet cunt wants more. I can tell. Relax, baby, I never killed anyone yet."
She panted for breath. Her eyes flashed with passion and she raised her lips to his. "Kiss me, Harry!" she said.
He plastered his lips over hers. He tongued her forcefully, plunging his tongue halfway down her throat. His pants slipped down to the floor and she realized for the first time that he wore no shorts.
"You're always prepared, aren't you, Harry?" she gasped.
He pulled his cock out of her pussy and moved back, pumping his prick and staring at her jiggling boobs. "You wanna suck it?" he said.
She couldn't take her eyes off his balls. They were huge and hairy and leathery looking. "Everything about you is big, isn't it?" she breathed.
He grinned. "You didn't answer me."
"What did you say?"
"I said, do you wanna suck it?"
"I can't suck that thing!"
"Why not?"
"It's too big!"
He chuckled, squeezing his cock -root and rubbing his oozing cock head against her white thigh. "Try it for size."
Mesmerized by the sight of his giant dick, she dropped to her knees in front of him. She took his cock head into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged. There was no way she could get the entire thing into her mouth without choking to death.
She held his shaft in her fist and licked all over his mushroom-shaped knob. She covered it with saliva and then with long swipes of her tongue she licked it up again.
Harry tangled his fingers in her hair and she forced the tip of her tongue inside the tiny pissslit at the end of his cock head. "That's the girl," he said. "Suck the juice out."
Rosie forgot about Hal and getting home in time to fix him dinner. All that mattered was the prick in her mouth. She never wanted to release it. Harry was right. She might choke to death, but she'd die with a smile on her face.
Her pussy creamed and pulsated with lust as she sucked his dick-knob. At intervals she fluttered her tongue up and down his shaft and licked his giant balls too. But there was no way she could take more than his cock head into her mouth. His cock was just too big.
And then he made her turn around, facing the desk. She leaned over, her skirt around her waist and her ass bare. Harry nudged t her asscheeks with his prick and she felt raw fear.
"No! Don't do that!"
"What's the matter, baby?"
"Don't put it in my ass! You'll kill me!"
"Jesus, what kind of an animal do you think I am?" he said. "I'm gonna stick it in your cunt."
"From back there?"
"Sure."
He stroked his dick up and down her asscrack and then dipped it into her swampy gulch. "Jesus, Harry, stick it in!" she breathed.
"You're hot as a firecracker, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
He lunged forward and buried his fuckpole inside her gash. From her position bent over the desk, his cock fit perfect. It filled her twat deliciously and her entire body trembled.
"Shit, baby, your cunt feels like a tight rubber on my dick," he said.
"Oh, Harry, fuck me!"
She was amazed at how easily her pussy opened up and accommodated his massive tool. He held her hips and pumped his prick in and out of her clutching snatch. With each thrust, his thick slab of male meat sent her reeling against the desk.
"Harry's got it after all, doesn't he, honey?" he snickered.
His cock filled her completely. She turned her head and he kissed the corner of her mouth. "You sure do, Harry," she said. "Oh, Jesus, I'm going to come!"
Moaning softly, she spasmed convulsively as she came. He fucked her harder and faster after that. He slammed in and out of her still-excited gash. He held tightly to her hips, his fingers digging brutally into her soft flesh.
"You little cock -tease!" he said. "You love it, don't you? You love nothing better than a good reaming!"
"Ouch!" she said. "Not so hard!"
"You love it, you slut!" he growled. "Admit you love it!"
She knew he wasn't really angry. Some men became abusive when they were aroused. "I love it!" she hissed.
"Hot as a fucking firecracker," he muttered.
Her cunt-muscles automatically clutched his dick with every thrust. As much as she loved the fucking, she wanted him to come inside her. She wanted to feel the explosion of his jism hitting her insides. God, how she loved being filled with jizz!
Her cunt began melting again as she climbed toward another climax.
"Come again and squeeze my dick!" he rasped.
Tears came to her eyes as she felt her pussy contract. He moved his hand around and began manipulating her clit. It was too much for the overheated housewife. She climaxed again and this time her orgasm was so intense she almost passed out.
Her pussy vibrated wildly and he grunted hoarsely. He pulled out, leaving only his cock knob inside her. She wiggled her ass and tried to capture the rest of his fuck-stick, but he drew back.
"Another minute!" he muttered through clenched teeth.
"Give it to me, Harry!"
"Shit, motherfucker, oh fuck!"
A raucous roar escaped his lips as he began shooting off. His jism splashed against her cuntwalls and spilled out over her thighs. He drenched her and when it was over he grabbed her tits from behind and squeezed them brutally.
" "Jesus, what a fuck!" he hissed.
"Oh, God, Harry!"
She turned around and faced him. She melted into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt his heart beat against her chest.
"You better get out now," he said.
"I can't move."
He chuckled and forced her to release his neck. "So I didn't disappoint you, huh?"
"Hardly," she said, looking around for her panties as she began to dress.
"You learned something, huh?" he said as he yanked his pants up.
"What?" she said.
He stuck the butt of a cigar in his mouth and lit it. The noxious fumes quickly filled the tiny room. She patted her hair and glanced in a mirror and then did a quick repair with a lipstick.
"Never judge a book by its cover," Harry said.
Rosie giggled. "That's a cliche, Harry," she said.
"Cliches are sometimes good sense," he said. He rolled his eyes and lewdly gyrated his hips. He rubbed his crotch and guided her toward the door. "I know I'm no Romeo, but I'm a good fuck, ain't I?" He didn't wait for an answer. "So next time a guy with a mug like mine comes on to you, don't be so quick to say no."
"Yes, Harry," she smiled. She blew him a kiss as she left the room. "I'll remember."
CHAPTER THREE
The two men sat on the edge of the bed wearing only their shorts. Rosie sat in a chair and sipped a scotch on the rocks. She hardly remembered how she got into the motel room with two customers from the restaurant. All she knew was that one minute they were flirting with her and the next she was in their motel room with them.
It was a rainy day and the room was dim. One of the men, the one named Jake, reached over and turned on an overhead light, illuminating the bed.
"They've got cable here," he said.
"So?" Rosie said. The last thing she cared about was watching television.
Both men chuckled. "Good stuff," the one named Pete said.
Rosie drained her glass. "Listen, I'm a married woman. I didn't come here to watch a move. I came to get laid. Do you mind?"
The men laughed. "You're too much," Jake said. "An honest woman."
She refilled her glass. All the months of having one affair after the other had changed her. Always frank and honest, now she was almost brutally outspoken.
"As long as you're so honest," Jake said. "Why not let us see your tits? I've been dying for a peek."
"I'd rather have a taste," Pete said.
Rosie smiled and drained her glass. "That's more like it, boys."
She rose to her feet and approached the bed. Her tits heaved under her silk blouse and Jake patted the bed.
"Over here, sexy," he said.
"Here," Pete said, moving aside. "In the middle."
She sat down between them and was about to unbutton her blouse when Jake stopped her. "Wait. "Let's have a feel first."
He clutched one of her big tits while Pete clutched the other. "You ever make it with two guys at the same time before?" he said.
"No."
"That's what they all say."
"Believe it or not, I'm relatively new at this."
"Sure, baby, sure," Jake snickered, stroking her leg through her skirt.
Rosie glanced down at his crotch. There was a bulge in his shorts, but she couldn't see much. She gazed at Pete's crotch. She could see a bulge there too.
When she turned back to Jake, his shorts were off and his half-limp prick stirred slightly against its background of cock -hair. His balls hung loosely underneath.
Pete pushed his shorts down too and she gazed at his dick. It was resting on one thigh. Hardly stiff at all. His cock head was big and red and his balls looked full.
"Do we pass inspection?" Pete said, grabbing her hand and forcing it over his cock .
"You look okay," she said.
"Just okay?" Jake growled. He grabbed her other hand and brought it down to his balls. "Get us good and hard, honey. That's your job. Everyone's got a job, remember?"
She squeezed his tool. In a moment it began to stiffen. Rosie's heart pounded. It was a nice feeling to make a man's cock stiff. It gave her a feeling of power or something like power. She wondered if that was how men felt when they turned women on.
Now she closed her fingers around Pete's shaft. She stroked it gently and his cock head bulged darkly with blood. He shifted forward so that his balls hung loose. Now as she pumped his prick, his balls bounced and jiggled with every motion of her hand.
In a few minutes, he was full-size and totally stiff. His cock wasn't as big as she would have liked, but she didn't complain. Ever since her affair with Whiteside began, she knew that it wasn't just the size of a man's dick, but the way he used it. As big as Harry was, sometimes he was a selfish lover. And another guy she occasionally fucked with a smallish dick was a great fuck.
She continued caressing Pete's cock , but turned her head and reached for Jake's too. His prick too had stiffened and she felt like a kid in a candy store after hours. She closed her fist around his cock shaft and in a few moments he was fully erect.
Both cock s pulsated with excitement in her hands. She pumped them in unison, squeezing their cock roots at the same time and pinching their knobs.
At one point she released their dicks and caressed their nuts. Their marble-like eggs rolled around their jism-filled sacs. The men stroked her tits through her clothes.
"So, what about the movie?" Jake said. "You want to watch a movie now?" she said. She was beginning to think they might be weird. Even though she sounded tough and loose, she didn't feel especially comfortable in a motel room with two strange men.
"It'll turn you on," he said.
"I thought that's what you guys were doing to do," she said.
Pete snorted. "Too much trouble."
"Yeah," Jake said. "Why sweat it when there's fuck-films."
"Fuck-films?" she said. She glanced from one to the other. They were strange. "Is that what you want to watch?"
Both cock s were stiff and throbbing and she didn't want to release them. Her pussy was heated up and didn't need much more stimulation. But she'd never seen a real fuck-film and thought the scene might get too wild.
"If you've never seen one, you'll find it a real turn-on," Pete said.
She stopped stroking their pricks. "I assume that you won't want me to do this anymore," she said with mock seriousness. "As long as you're going for mechanical turn-on."
"Keep pumping, Rosie," Jake said as Pete rose up and turned on the television set.
He fiddled around with the dials while Pete held her hand imprisoned against his dick. "Keep doing that, baby," he said. "You've got a great touch."
"Wait'll you see this girl give head," Jake said. "She's the best."
"But, I...."
"Don't worry, honey," he said. "We'll give you a chance too."
"Get undressed," Pete said as he returned to the bed. "We want you bare when the movie starts."
Rosie rose up and scrambled out of her clothes. When she was naked, the men sat on the edge of the bed, but encouraged her to kneel at their feet.
"That's in case you want a snack during the movie," Jake chuckled.
She sat between their legs and took a cock in each hand as she glued her eyes to the television screen. The movie began, but she couldn't resist closing her lips around Pete's cock head. She squeezed Jake's shaft and lapped her tongue on the underside of Pete's cock -knob.
"Look at that!" Jake said.
"Feels good, honey," Pete said. "You can watch the movie later. Look at that broad give head!"
"My turn," Jake said, pulling her hair to force her to release his friend's dick.
She sucked his cock into her mouth, sliding her lips down his shaft and dragging her teeth over the veiny stalk. She went from one to the other, at intervals catching a glimpse of the television screen. There was a blonde sucking two men's cock s. Art imitating life, Rosie thought, taking Pete's prick all the way into her throat.
She varied her movements, first sucking one dick and then the other. She paid no attention to the film. She assumed the blonde was still giving the men head. Occasionally she heard the actress mutter something, but mainly the men did the talking because her mouth was full.
"Do you suppose these broads really come?" Pete said.
"Sure, they love it," Jake said.
"But they can fake it too. How can you tell?"
"Look at that blonde bitch," he said. "If that's not a bitch in heat I don't know what is."
"I do," Pete snickered. "We've got one right here who's ready to come."
It was true. Rosie's face was flushed with arousal. Just sucking two dicks was enough to bring her off. When she sucked one, she used her fingers on the other. She sucked and licked gluttonously. No one had to force her. She couldn't have stopped if she'd wanted to. Her cunt was overheated and greedy. God, she wanted to get fucked while she sucked!
She wondered if the men were planning on shooting off in her mouth without fucking. Their pricks seemed to stiffen simultaneously. She hungrily slid the ring of her lips down Jake's shaft and pressed her nose into his cock -bush.
They pulled her up onto the bed and now she was able to see the screen while she sucked them. One of them pawed her tits and the other forced more of his prick into her throat.
The blonde in the film was sitting between the two men and jerking their cock -skin up and down. She had the biggest tits Rosie had ever seen and she kept working her lips as she pumped their pricks.
She leaned over one of the men and with a lewd gesture toward the camera she inhaled his big fuckpole in to her mouth. She took it all and Rosie was amazed that she didn't gag.
Her cheeks bulged as his cock plunged into her mouth and her tongue was visible as she swirled it over his cock head. The blonde's hands were busy too. She pumped the other man's prick vigorously as she sucked the cock in her mouth.
Rosie's body tingled all over. How strange it was to be watching another woman give head! How much her life had changed in the past months!
She was fascinated at how the blonde was able to take the man's cock all the way into her throat. Then it occurred to her that she was able to do it too. And it amazed her that a woman's throat was capable of taking in so much dick. Nature had apparently planned it that way. There was no other answer.
The longer she watched, the more excited Rosie became. She continued administering to Jake and Pete and the longer she sucked and caressed them, the wetter her pussy became.
She crouched between them and held a cock in each hand. She pumped their cock skin back and forth and the two men each grabbed one of her asscheeks and squeezed.
"Get on your back," Pete said. He rose from the bed and turned the movie off. "Enough of that. Let's have some action here."
Rosie's heart pounded as she stretched out on her back. She was more than willing to get fucked. She wiggled her ass and raised her arms over her head to show off the prominence of her nipples. Jake crawled around on one side and Pete on the other. Pete knelt down and took one big tit in his hand. Jake leaned over on her other side and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
He moved one hand over her crotch and stroked the velvety insides of her thighs. He lashed his tongue over her nipple and poked a finger against her pussy.
Pete concentrated on her tit. He sucked a huge mouthful into his mouth and let it slide slowly out again. He forced her legs apart and stroked her beaver. He slid a finger inside her cuntlips and touched her interior meat. She shuddered and moaned when he found her clit and rubbed it briefly.
He knelt down and pried her pussy-lips open. He ran the flat of his tongue up and down her drenched slit and took her clit inside his lips.
He sucked it into his mouth. He held her legs down and the overheated housewife thrashed her arms in the air. She gyrated her hips and ass and her breath quickened.
Her tits heaved and Jake slurped and sucked them while Pete whipped her clit with his tongue-tip. He rammed a finger into her cunthole while he sucked. He fluttered his tongue up and down her gash and added a second finger to her snatch.
She clamped her thighs tightly around his head, imprisoning him against her. The men changed places. Now Jake licked and sucked her cunt and Pete concentrated on her boobs. He pushed her tits together and forced his tongue up and down her cleavage, using her boobs like a cunt and his tongue like a cock .
Rosie tossed her legs in the air with abandon. And then she was on her side and Jake's face was pressed against her cunt and his warm breath made her melt.
His tongue darted over her clit and Pete crawled behind her and pressed his hot face against her asscheeks. He tongued her crack and the excited woman cried out with sexual abandon. One tongue licked and caressed her pussy and the other explored her asscrack. When she felt Pete hold her asscheeks apart and lick from the top of her crease to her bung, she shivered violently.
One of them raised her leg. Pete snaked a finger into her asshole and soaked the puckered hole with saliva. He stuck a second finger into her hot hole and wiggled both fingers around. Rosie opened her mouth wide and let out a long, low wail as the sensations from his mouth overwhelmed her senses.
"She's got a juicy cunt," Jake said. "You gonna bang her ass?"
"Maybe," Pete said. "She's sure got a tight one."
"Oh, God!" Rosie sobbed.
"You've taken it in the asshole, haven't you, Rosie?" Pete said.
"Yes!"
"They tell me it's the best."
"Oh, don't stop doing that!" she said. His tongue tip was inside her loosened bung.
At the same time Jake lapped his tongue over her clit. She rocked between them, her breath coming in tiny gasps. Jake's hot breath permeated her gash and Pete's tongue pushed further into her butt-hole.
"I'm coming!" she shrieked.
"Come on, Rosie!" Pete hissed. "Let go!"
He continued feverishly licking her asshole while Jake sucked fervently on her joy-button. She crashed through an orgasm and then both men released her at the same moment and left her squirming weakly in the middle of the bed.
They let her rest for a few moments. Then they surrounded her again and this time Pete scooped up some pussy-juice from her gulch and coated his prick with the fluid. He rubbed it carefully over his shaft and paid particular attention to his fat cock -knob.
"How's about a double dip, Rosie," he said.
"You start," Jake said.
Pete pushed Rosie onto her hands and knees and climbed behind her. He pushed her legs apart and knelt between them with his prick in his fist.
Jake watched, a grin on his face as his friend thrust two fingers into Rosie's bung. Rosie fell forward on the bed as his digits reamed her butt.
And then he pulled his fingers out and she felt his prick-knob poised against the entrance to her ass. She held her breath when his fat knob pushed inside her. She gasped and suddenly Jake was lying beside her, shoving his dick into her mouth.
"Ummmmmmmm! " she mumbled, thrusting her ass back to meet Pete's prick.
Pete pushed forward and the crown of his big dick shot through the tight opening of her bung. After that the rest went in easily and in a moment his entire prick-shaft was inside her bowels.
Her jaws were open wide and Jake stroked his dick all the way into her mouth.
He worked it in and out of the ring of her lips as Pete thrust his dick in and out of her shit-chute. Each time Pete lunged forward, Jake pulled out. One cock drove in and the other slid out and in between the highly aroused housewife was wild with excitement.
She twisted and squirmed her ass. She wanted to cry out, but Jake's cock completely filled her mouth. She came when Pete reached up and stroked her pussy while he frigged her butt. She bit down on the root of Jake's prick as she came and a warmth engulfed her entire body.
"I'm coming!" Pete yelled, furiously stroking his cock into her ass.
His balls slapped her ass and in a moment his warm spunk filled her butthole. She sucked so hard on Jake's dick, he came too and she happily took his load into her mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rosie sipped her black coffee and watched her step-son Hal, Jr. slurp up a coke through a straw. "Does your mother let you do that at home?" she said.
He continued making loud noises with the straw. When he spit it out, he tossed his head back and sucked a piece of ice into his mouth. "Well, does she?"
"Yeah," he said, wiping his lips.
Rosie smiled at the teenager. As usual Hal had invited him for the weekend and then gone off and left her to amuse him. He'd been doing it for years and for years she'd resented it. Still, she didn't want to take out her anger on the boy. She liked Hal, Jr. and actually didn't mind having him around.
Now he leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs. He fidgeted around. "What do you want to do today?" They lived on the other side of town from the boy's mother and none of his friends lived nearby. She had to find something for him to do.
The teenager shrugged and picked up a cookie from the plate on the table. Rosie's eyes were drawn to his muscular thighs. She had known the boy since he was a toddler and sometimes it was hard to believe he was almost a man. He was very young, but already a few hairs sprouted from his chin and there was a definite bulge between his legs that caught her eye.
"No ideas, huh?" she said.
"Nope." His eyes darted to her tits and Rosie automatically clutched her robe closed.
No sense in turning the kid on, she thought. Or was there?
She squeezed her thighs together and felt herself lubricate. She decided to tease the teenager. She had to do something to pass the time.
She leaned forward and rested her chin on his hand. Her tits spilled out of her robe and she pretended not to notice. "How's school?" she said.
His face flushed slightly and he stared at her cleavage. "Okay."
"Are you going out for the basketball team."
"Yeah," he said, but he continued staring at her boobs.
She sat back in her chair and pretended not to notice his eyes on her boobs. She crossed her legs and deliberately let her robe fall open to reveal her thighs.
"What do you feel like doing today?" she said.
"I dunno." He glanced around the kitchen, his legs fidgeting and his big hands entwined.
"Are you nervous about something today?" she said.
"Nope."
"Then why are you fidgeting?"
"I'm not."
He sat very still, his eyes continually returning to her tits. He'd jerked off many a time thinking about his step-mother's tits. How big they were! How he'd love to suck them!
"Are you staring at me?" she giggled.
Hal, Jr. blushed. "Sorry," he muttered, turning away.
"I don't mind your staring," she said. "It's a compliment to a woman, do you think I'm pretty?"
"Yeah."
She leaned over and took his hand. "You know, Hal, all men are either tit or ass men. Which one are you, honey, or haven't you decided yet?"
He grinned. "I'm a tit man." He thrust his chest out and licked his lips.
"I knew it," she said. "I can always tell a tit-man."
There was an awkward silence and Rosie noticed his eyes fastened to her boobs. They seemed to burn right into her flesh and she found herself becoming turned-on.
She crossed and uncrossed her legs again and this time her robe opened up to reveal more of her thighs. His eyes darted from her tits to her thighs and back again. He couldn't seem to get enough of her boobies.
Okay, husband of mine, she thought. If you're not interested, it looks like your kid is. I'll just have to take advantage of what I can.
She deliberately stared at his crotch and noticed the bulge growing bigger. Whatever was inside was actually pulsating against his skin-tight jeans.
"Do you date yet, Hal?" she said.
He forced himself to look at her face. "Shit, no one dates anymore!"
"Well, pardon me," Rosie giggled. "I guess I'm old-fashioned. In my day we dated."
"We get together and make out," he said. He turned beet-red and squirmed in his chair.
"Oh, you do?" She smiled. "And what does that mean, young man?"
"You know."
"No, honestly, I don't. In my day making out meant one thing. I have the impression it means something else now." She knew what making out meant, but she wanted the boy to describe it for her.
He shrugged. "Can I have another coke?"
"Sure."
The boy rose up and went to the refrigerator for another coke. Rosie decided to change her tactics. Making him describe making out obviously wasn't going to work. At best the boy seldom spoke. He was quiet around adults, like most kids his age.
Her pussy throbbed and she plunged on.
"You're built very well for a boy your age." He flushed and grinned. "Gee, thanks, Rosie."
"Well, you are."
He looked down at the floor and grimaced. "Jesus!"
"You must learn how to accept a compliment," she said. "You're going to be getting a lot of them, if you turn out like I expect."
"What do you mean, like you expect?"
She rose to her feet and took his hand. "Get up," she said.
He got to his feet and she swiftly unbuckled his belt. "God help me," she muttered under her breath. "Don't tell your father, but get your jeans off!"
He skinned his jeans down. "What are you gonna do?" he croaked.
"I'm not sure, honey, but whatever I do it'll feel good."
When his jeans were down around his ankles, the horny stepmother gazed at his crotch and smiled. His body was adorable. The bulge between his legs was bigger than she'd thought and she could see the outline of his prick pressing against the soft material of his shorts.
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"Are you gonna get undressed too?" he grinned.
"Maybe," she said, still staring at his crotch. "Would you like me to?"
He snickered. "Sure."
"We'll see," she whispered, examining his crotch.
He blushed slightly under her scrutiny. "Do you want me to take off my shorts too?"
"Why you little devil," she giggled. "You deserve something too," The teenage boy gulped hard when she untied the belt to her robe and dropped the garment off her shoulders to reveal her tits.
"Close your mouth, you'll catch a fly," she said.
"Jesus, Rosie, your tits!" He worked his lips, but nothing came out.
"Take your shorts off," she commanded, sitting down and staring at his crotch. His cock was standing out like a club, pushing against the flimsy material of his shorts.
His eyes bulged out of his head as he stared at her boobs. She glanced down at her chest. Her nipples stuck out like two pink cherries. She gazed back at the boy and grinned.
"Go on, take your shorts off, honey. Rosie'll take off more after you do."
The teenager's mouth hung open. He'd seen his mother's tits a few times, but Rosie's were much bigger. No wonder his father had divorced his mother and married Rosie! What man wouldn't?"
Rosie sat with her legs spread and opened the rest of her robe. She crossed one leg over the other and hid her crotch. "Not until you show me yours, kid," she said.
The boy had caught a glimpse of her cunt muff and he licked his lips and breathed heavily. "Jesus, Rosie, you're really built," he said. He yanked his shorts down and stumbled clumsily as he stepped out of them.
She caught his arm before he fell. "Easy, stud," she giggled. "You're going to be just fine."
She stopped smiling when she gazed at his prick. It was big. Bigger than she'd expected for a boy his age. It was almost as long as his father's and every bit as thick around. He had a thick patch of cock -hair and his balls looked like they belonged to a grown man.
"Hal, Jr. you're growing up," she said.
"Yeah?" He grinned proudly.
She rose up and let her robe swing open. She extended her arms and moved toward the boy. "You can touch me, honey," she said. "You can touch my tits if you want to."
"If I want to!" he gulped.
She positioned her hands on her hips and the thirteen year old extended his fingers and spread them over her boobs. He squeezed lightly at first and then seemed to gather more courage and squeezed more forcefully.
"Suck them, honey," she said softly, hefting her tits in her hands.
He lowered his head and captured one of her nipples between his teeth. He clamped his lips over the nub and began sucking. She closed her eyes and let the sensations engulf her. He had a good touch for a boy his age. Maybe all the making out he'd done was paying off. He knew how to suck a tit. Anyway, what he lacked in experience, he more than made up for with enthusiasm.
Meanwhile Rosie couldn't resist curling her fingers around his fuck-pole. He grunted and gazed up at her for a moment when her fingers encircled his cock shaft.
"I think I'll suck your prick now, honey," she said.
The boy spit her tit out. "You will?" His eyes shone with a look of pure bliss.
"Do your girlfriends suck your cock when you make out?"
"Sometimes," he grinned.
"Well, let's see if I know how to do it." She dropped to her knees in front of the teenager and opened her jaws wide.
She held his hips and pressed her entire face against his prick and balls. She inhaled his boy-fragrance and then with an animal-like groan, she took his prick into her mouth.
The boy sucked in his breath when she took his cock into her mouth with one gulp. His cock -bush tickled her nose and she felt him stiffen as she lapped her tongue on the sensitive underside of his shaft.
He grabbed her hair and pumped his ass. "Jesus, Rosie, I might come if you keep doing that."
She released his prick. She didn't want him coming just yet. She knew in that moment that she wanted the teenager to fuck her. "No, don't come, honey," she said, straightening up. She held his prick in her hand and squeezed it lightly. "I've decided to let you practice on your old step-mother."
She took his hand and together they walked into the den. The room was furnished casually with a sofa and two chairs and a soft rug. When she turned to look at him, he bumped into her and his cock swung against her hip.
"Does your cock always get this hard?" she said. He nodded. She lay down on the sofa and held her arms out. "Come, honey, and lay down with me."
He hovered over her on the sofa, afraid to put his full weight on her. She took his hand and forced his fingers over her pussy.
"You can touch me here if you want," she said.
"Can I suck it?"
Rosie giggled. "You bet. I didn't think you'd want to." God knows, your father's not crazy about cunt-lapping, she thought.
"I love sucking pussy," the boy said shyly. With a downward swoop, he pushed his face against her gash.
She shivered excitedly and spread her legs further apart as he licked up and down her slit. She moaned and draped one leg over the back of the sofa. The boy was a natural. He went right for her clit.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and sighed. "Hal, Jr. you're a marvelous cunt-lover." He pushed his tongue against her cunthole and the horny brunette banged her foot on his back. "Your mouth feels wonderful, baby, but I want you to fuck me now."
He lifted his head and stared down at her. "Honest?"
She giggled. "Honest."
"You're really gonna let me fuck you?"
"I'm not going to let you, I want you to, silly," she giggled. Come on, stud. Stick it to your old step-mother."
"Jesus, Rosie!" He knelt between her legs and aimed his prick-knob at her cunt. He took a deep breath and a lock of hair fell over his forehead.
"Do you need some help, baby?" she said. She reached for his prick and helped him guide it between her cuntlips.
"Where's your hole?" he said.
"Here it is."
He pushed in and she grabbed his butt and helped him stuff his dick into her twat. She wiggled her ass and arched her back. And then he was inside her and she deliberately grasped his prick-knob with her cunt-muscles.
He grunted with pleasure and began pistoning his teenage dick in and out of her body like an awkward young animal who's been starved for sex.
"Slow down!" she hissed. She draped her legs over his shoulders and forced him to slow his stroking. "A woman needs more time."
"I don't think I can hold out, Rosie," he croaked.
"Then sit up and rest for a moment," she said.
Together they sat on the sofa and she took him into her arms. He was just a boy and still had a lot to learn. But what a wonderful pupil he'd make!
And then she was stretched out on her back and he was eating her again. His lips and tongue were all over her, swirling over her cunt-petals and even over her asshole.
She crashed through an orgasm and she tilted her ass up as he lapped his tongue up and down her butt-crease. She came again, shrieking with lust as the wondrous sensations raged through her.
They rolled around, finally landing on the floor, and she sucked his prick root-deep into her mouth. She pressed her nose into his cock bush and played with his balls. She slid the moist and ravenous ring of her lips up and down his fuck-stalk and caressed his nuts with both hands.
He clamped his strong young thighs against her head and the oversexed step-mother rode the waves of yet another climax. His cock was buried deep in her throat and she swallowed, giving him the sensations of her throat muscles on his dick-tip.
When he came, he sighed softly and she felt his spunk squirt into her throat. She had expected a loud groan, but he made hardly any noise. What was incredible was the quantity of his load. It seemed to be never-ending and continued cascading out of his pisser until she almost choked on it.
She swallowed and sucked and swallowed again. She continued sliding the ring of her lips up and down his still-stiff dick and she squeezed his almost limp balls as she sucked.
When he stopped shooting, when his prick was limp, she released him and tenderly licked his balls with the flat of her tongue.
When they finally sat up, the boy's face was flushed and his eyes sparkled. "Jesus, Rosie, that was great!"
She helped him dress and then she started dinner. "When your father gets home, you better act like nothing happened," she said.
"Cross my heat, Rosie," he said, his face solemn. "I won't say a word."
"You better not," she said. "Because if you do, I won't ever let you fuck me again." She kissed him on the lips and continued tearing lettuce into the salad bowl.
She knew he'd keep his mouth shut. The boy was a natural cocksman and she knew he'd never had a fuck like she just gave him. At least Hal was good for something. He wasn't interested in fucking, but his young son was.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rosie sat up and picked up the cup of tea on the table next to the bed. It was cold. She'd been sleeping and felt disoriented. After two days in bed with a cold, she still felt feverish and ached all over.
She thought about getting up and going down to the kitchen for hot tea, but when she tried to swing her legs off the bed she felt too weak. Damn Hal! Why couldn't he have stayed home today and taken care of her?
She popped a cough drop into her mouth and felt her forehead. Her head was hot. She probably still had a temperature. She turned over onto her belly and groaned. She felt sore all over.
Suddenly she heard the front door open and a sweet voice calling out. It was her neighbor, Laura, and the pretty blonde walked into the bedroom carrying a steaming bowl on a tray.
"Chicken soup," Laura said as she placed the tray on the table next to the bed. "Guaranteed to cure."
"Thanks," Rosie said weakly, blowing her nose. "I can really use that."
Laura sat down on a nearby chair and picked up the plate of soup. "Open your mouth," she said. "Mother Laura will help you."
She spooned some of the soup into Rosie's mouth. "I feel like a baby," Rosie said.
"Everyone needs to be taken care of once in a while," Laura said.
"I feel awful," Rosie said. "I've got a fever."
Laura stroked Rosie's hair. "Well, I'm going to stay all afternoon and take care of you."
"Oh, Laura, you're so nice," Rosie said, opening her mouth and swallowing down more hot soup.
"Have you been sweating a lot?" Laura said. "It's good for you to sweat out the fever."
"I've just been laying here like a lump." Laura giggled. "One more spoon, that's a good girl."
"Oh, Laura, stop treating me like a baby!" The blonde wiped her forehead. "There, you're sweating real nice."
She made Rosie get up while she changed the sheets. She helped her back into bed and tucked her in. Then she went down to the kitchen and made hot tea for both of them.
"I put in a little something," the blonde smiled.
Rosie sipped the tea. It tasted of brandy. "It's great. I think I'll get sick more often." They talked about hairstyles and new clothes and Laura complained that her husband was working late again that night. "It seems a girl can't depend on anything anymore."
"What do you mean?" Rosie said.
"Just when I'm horny, Richard works late. It's not fair."
"I guess you'll just have to wait until he gets home," Rosie said.
"He'll be too tired when he gets home," Laura said.
"Then I guess you'll just have to use your fingers, honey," Rosie yawned.
She noticed a gleam in the younger woman's eyes and a tiny shiver ran down her spine. She automatically sat up straight and pulled back her knees.
"There are other options," Laura giggled. She leaned over to straighten the blanket. Her blouse was low cut and her tits almost fell out of the garment.
Rosie couldn't help but stare at the creamy mounds. She'd always admired Laura's figure. She was tall and slim with huge boobs and gorgeous legs. Now the feverish housewife felt a familiar tingle in her crotch. What's the matter with me? she thought. Laura's a girl. I can't get turned on by a girl!
"I'm a little tired myself," Laura said, rising up and yawning. "Maybe it's the brandy. Mind if I take a little nap?" She climbed onto the bed before Rosie had a chance to answer and curled up next to her.
"Mmmm, this is nice," Laura said, her body soft and warm next to Rosie's. She Stroked Rosie's hair. "Doesn't it feel nice?"
Rosie sighed. Laura's hand felt lovely on her forehead and her body felt wonderful next to hers. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind she knew it was strange to be lying in bed with another woman. But she said nothing, even when Laura trailed her fingers over her neck and back.
Rosie rolled over and stared into Laura's face. She had never noticed Laura's lips before, but they were full and pink and very, very moist looking. She had a sudden desire to kiss her young neighbor. When Laura leaned over and planted her lips on hers, the horny housewife accepted the wanton intimacy.
When the full realization of what she was doing struck her, she tried to pull away. "Jesus, Laura, what the hell arc we doing?" she gasped.
"Ssshhh," Laura cooed. "We're just doing what ladies have been doing from the beginning of time. We're bundling."
"Somehow I don't think this is what the early settlers did when they bundled," Rosie giggled.
"Vas you dere, Charlie?" Laura said.
They kissed again and Laura wrapped one arm around Rosie's neck. Rosie felt limp and warm and wasn't strong enough to resist.
Since she hadn't eaten much, the brandy had gone right to her head and her legs and arms felt limp.
Laura's lips were softer than they looked. Rosie melted under them and even parted her own lips to accept Laura's tongue in her mouth.
"I'm so glad you dig it too," Laura said.
"Dig what?"
"Female love," Laura said.
"I've never done anything like this in my life," Rosie said.
"You haven't?"
"Hell, no!"
Laura had a strange look in her eyes. A wanton lusty look Rosie had never seen before in the younger woman. "I was scared my first time too," Laura said. "In fact, I was terrified."
"And...." Rosie murmured.
Laura stroked her arm and let her fingers trail over the top of her tits. "And then I did it and I loved it." She dimpled and kissed Rosie's lips lightly.
Rosie was embarrassed at how her belly quivered. Her heart beat like a drum and she wondered if the young woman could hear it. Wild and strange sensations coursed through her and she was powerless to stop what she knew could only culminate in lesbian love.
"Don't be scared," Laura said, as if reading her mind. She nibbled on Rosie's lower lip and blew her warm breath on Rosie's cleavage. "You'll see. It might even break your fever." Then they were kissing again, harder this time, and Rosie surrendered to the needs of her body. After a while Laura sat up.
"Take off your nightie," she whispered. "I'm dying to see you naked."
Rosie shivered as she pulled her nightgown over her head. She lay back against the pillows, hugging her arms against her tits.
Laura stared open-mouthed at her boobs. She flung the blanket back and gazed hotly at the rest of Rosie's naked body. Rosie felt Laura's eyes on her stiff nipples and bristly cunt-bush. She automatically parted her legs and let the younger woman see the petals peaking out of her cuntlips.
Laura leaned over on the bed and stroked Rosie's belly. Hot ripples of desire raged through the older woman. Her mind was awhirl with fever and desire and she felt absolutely wrung out.
Laura rose up and began stripping. Rosie watched as she removed her blouse and jeans:
Laura wore no bra and Rosie caught her breath as she gazed at the girl's boobs. They were massive, but firm, and her nipples were bright pink and hard. Long and hard.
She couldn't take her eyes away from Laura's boobs. She wanted to reach out and touch them, but restrained herself. Laura was so lovely! So sexy and beautiful!
Her long silky hair cascaded over her shoulders like golden wheat. Her back was slender and her waist was tiny. The blonde leaned over and touched one of Rosie's nipples. The older woman flinched. Laura's gentle touch sent shivers up and down her spine.
Rosie trembled all over with anticipation. She no longer gave any thought to stopping the inevitable. Laura lay beside her on the bed. Suddenly she rolled over and straddled her, her legs on either side of Rosie's hips.
She began kissing her face and throat and tits. Rosie gasped at the sexual torrent, but she didn't protest. Screams of passion coursed through her. And when she felt Laura's pussymound against hers, she raised her ass up and ground her own cunt against the blonde's.
"Ooooooh, Rosie!" Laura squealed.
Laura's body crushed hers, and Rosie was overcome with total desire. She held Laura's back and slid her hands down to the blonde's ass and massaged and squeezed her firm asscheeks.
All control left her. All societal pressure was gone. She gave herself completely to the hot cravings buried deep in her belly. Right or wrong, she wanted this woman's body against hers.
She began to gyrate her hips against Laura's, to writhe against her. Their bodies blended and became one. Tits touched tits, belly touched belly and pussy touched pussy. Legs and arms were entwined and Laura reached between them and stroked Rosie's tits with a gentle motion of her fingers.
Rosie's nipples grew even stiffer. She felt feverish, but now the heat felt wonderful and she no longer felt sick. She felt moisture begin to seep out of her snatch and blend with Laura's.
She locked her legs around Laura's ass and the two women undulated in tandem. Laura ground her pussy down over Rosie's and their cunt-hair melded.
Laura held one of her boobs in her fist and directed the tip over Rosie's mouth. "Suck it!" she hissed, and Rosie opened her mouth and sucked the girl's pink nipple into her mouth.
She drew it all the way inside her mouth. She lapped her tongue over the puckered berry and Laura breathed rapidly and begged her to suck harder.
Rosie sucked as hard as she could. She suctioned more of the blonde's tit-flesh into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the tip. She felt the tiny erection against her teeth and the roof of her mouth and she teased it wildly until the younger girl moaned.
Laura sighed with pleasure as Rosie lapped more gently on her tender tittie. Rosie curled her tongue around the tip of the girl's boob. Laura reached down between Rosie's legs and plunged her index finger into the heat of Rosie's snatch. Rosie trembled and clamped her cunt-muscles around Laura's finger.
She threw one leg over Laura's body and Laura's finger continued frigging in and out of her gash. Laura stroked her swollen cuntlips and worked them open. She inched a second finger into her twat.
Rosie nursed hungrily on Laura's tits. She went from one to the other and eagerly sucked the girl's boobs, nipping them with her teeth and licking them with her tongue.
Laura rammed a third finger into Rosie's snatch and Rosie groaned deep in her throat. "Ooooohhhh, harder!" she moaned. "Frig me harder!"
"I'm frigging you as hard as I can," Laura giggled. "You can touch me down there too, if you want."
Rosie's heart pounded as she reached down and touched the younger girl's gash. It was wet and felt strange against her fingers. She slid one finger inside the blonde's furry cuntlips. Laura shrieked out loud and moaned with pleasure.
Rosie shoved her finger all the way into Laura's pussy-hole. She wiggled it around and the blonde lay still and closed her eyes. A look of pure lust was on her pretty face, but she continued thrusting her fingers into Rosie's gash.
"Ooohhh, kiss me!" Laura groaned, and Rosie bent down and pressed her lips against the younger woman's mouth.
"Give me some tongue!" Laura said, and Rosie thrust her tongue all the way into the girl's throat.
She licked Laura's inner cheeks and the roof of her mouth. She explored her teeth with her tongue-tip and stroked forcefully in and out of Laura's beaver. r.
The finger-fucking went on for a while, but Rosie wanted more. She didn't know what was lacking. Maybe she wanted a cock . She didn't know. She just knew she wanted more.
And then Laura was inching down on the bed until her face was just a few inches away from Rosie's gulch. Rosie felt warm breath on her pussy and Laura whispered for her to spread her legs.
"Yes!" Rosie cried as she opened her legs. "Oh, yes!"
Laura lay on her belly between Rosie's thighs. She gazed down at Rosie's snatch and suddenly pursed her lips and spit saliva on her clit.
Grinning lewdly, she extended her tongue and wagged it over Rosie's clit. And Rosie wanted that tongue. She wanted it on her clit and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.
"Lick it!" she said in a commanding voice. She pumped her cunt at Laura's lips. "Lick it!"
Laura held her thighs in both hands and snaked her tongue up and down Rosie's cuntlips. Rosie cried out and flung her head back and forth on the pillow. Her belly quivered and heaved as the blonde's tongue slithered and wriggled over her pussy-meat.
She shoved her tongue right into Rosie's cunthole. Rosie's cunt flaps palpitated wildly, opening and closing around the younger woman's tongue.
Rosie pulled her lips back over her teeth and thrashed her legs in the air. Every vein in her neck stood out as she gave herself totally to the animal-like caresses.
Laura's face disappeared against her snatch. She flicked her tongue up and down and sideways over Rosie's gulch. Rosie was at the point of no return when Laura suddenly stopped.
"Go on!" Rosie gasped. "Don't stop!"
Laura pushed her hair back and smiled. She shook her head and climbed around on the bed. In a moment her golden-haired muff was inches from Rosie's face and she resumed making love to Rosie's gash.
"Give me some tongue," Laura said, and Rosie mindlessly extended her tongue and moved it over the younger woman's slit.
She felt the hardness of Laura's clit and concentrated on teasing the turgid bean. Laura moaned and furiously tongued Rosie's twat and her forceful tonguing turned Rosie into an inferno.
Laura stroked Rosie's assflesh while she ate her cunt. She took Rosie's clit between her teeth and held it for a moment. She released it momentarily and then sucked it inside her lips and Rosie opened her jaws and closed her lips over Laura's entire cunt-mound.
Rosie became completely caught up in her lust. The smell and taste of Laura's snatch was heady and she opened her mouth still wider and lashed her tongue over the blonde's cunthole.
She shoved her tongue inside Laura's hot cave and Laura clamped her thighs tightly around Rosie's head. Tiny animal cries escaped from Laura's lips and a low hoarse sound came from Rosie's.
Both women tossed their hips from side to side. Rosie felt completely overpowered by the younger woman's passion. She thrust her tongue wildly into Laura's gulch and used her fingers on the girl's clit.
She felt a climax begin to rage through her. She wanted Laura to come too and controlled her own climax until they could come together. But it was too late. She was coming and there was no turning back. The wonderful ecstasy was upon her and she shivered convulsively as she climaxed.
When she recovered, she sought out Laura's clit and sucked furiously on the throbbing button. Laura released Rosie's cunt and screamed as her own orgasm engulfed her.
Rosie felt Laura's pussy spasm around her tongue. A flood of cunt-juice filled her mouth. She swallowed down the sweet fluid and licked more of the love-dew from Laura's gash.
When it was all over and Laura had dressed, Rosie leaned back weakly and averted her eyes. But Laura was totally unselfconscious as she bustled around the room.
"Can I get you anything before I leave?" she said.
"No," Rosie muttered.
"I'll be back tomorrow to see how you're doing. Okay?" She winked mischievously.
Rosie took a deep breath. "I feel so good I'll probably go to work tomorrow," she said.
"Mother Laura's magic potion," Laura giggled. "It words every time."
CHAPTER SIX
Rosie's affair with her boss continued. Harry Whiteside didn't have much polish, but Rosie had never been impressed with superficialities. He was a good and generous lover and that was all she cared about.
One day they were sitting in his tiny office drinking martinis and chatting. "How're things with your old-man?" Harry said.
"The same."
"Translated that means lousy, huh?"
Rosie sipped her martini and nodded. "Only I don't care so much anymore."
"You still fucking his kid?" Rosie had told him all about her affair with Hal, Jr. It turned him on to hear about her other affairs.
"Once in a while," she said.
"Rosie, you're a real woman."
"Coming from you, Harry, that's a compliment."
"You feel like getting laid?" He stifled a yawn and Rosie realized they'd become almost like a married couple.
"I wouldn't mind."
"Feel like anything special?"
"I hadn't thought about it."
"Rosie Palmer not thinking about fucking?" He chuckled.
"I think about it all the time, Harry, but I just wasn't thinking about it right now."
"I wouldn't mind getting laid."
"Harry, you've got a real way with words."
"My old-lady was in the mood last night."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and I had a hell of a time getting it up for her."
Rosie giggled. "Did you manage to get it up?"
"Yeah, but I had to think about the new kid I hired last week. The redhead. That's the only way I could get the thing to liven up."
"You mean you didn't think about me, Harry?" Rosie teased.
"Rosie, you've got the hottest gash in town, but I'm getting used to it."
Rosie sighed. "I guess it's inevitable."
"I didn't say I couldn't get it up for you," he said.
"Harry, do you wanna or don't you?"
"I wanna."
"Then what do you feel like?"
He looked down at the floor for a moment. "Get on your knees," he finally said.
"How come I'm always the one to do the gymnastics."
"When I die and come back as a girl I'll do the gymnastics."
"Oh, Harry, Jesus!" But she did as he asked.
"Now pull your pants down."
"No one ever figured out how to do it wearing pants," she giggled.
"You've got a smart mouth."
"You like my smart mouth when it's on your cock , don't you, Harry?" She crouched on her knees and bunched her skirt up around her waist.
"You've got the best pair in town," he said, staring at her tits.
"You just love boobs, Harry," she said. She tugged her panties down.
"I like gash better," he said, unzipping his fly and hauling out his big dick.
"What now, Harry?"
"Let's jerk off together." His cigar was clenched in his teeth and the smoke drifted up toward the ceiling.
"If I'm gonna jerk off, who needs you?" He snickered and wagged his tongue lasciviously back and forth. "Yeah, but you got me for the finale."
"I didn't know you spoke French, Harry."
"I speak French, I fuck French, I suck French. I'm a real talented guy."
Her panties were down around her knees and she sat back on her haunches. "Are you serious about jerking off together?"
"Yeah, come on and get your fingers in there and make yourself come. Then we'll fuck."
She rubbed her fingers up and down her slit. It leaked juice and she used the juice to caress herself. Harry jerked his cock -skin up and down his massive tool and a tiny drop of spunk oozed out of the tip.
"Stick a finger inside," he said and Rosie snaked a finger inside her pussy-hole.
He slowly pulled on his prick. "You ever do it with two guys at once?" he said.
Rosie blushed. "Yeah," she said, grinning at the memory of Jake and Pete.
"You ever do it with a guy and another broad?"
"No."
He moved in front of her and pointed at his dick. "Lick it off," he said and she flicked her tongue out and licked up the juice on the tip of his cock -knob.
He backed away again and nonchalantly leaned against his desk. He continued jerking his meat and staring at her fingers as they darted in and out of her snatch.
"If I can fix it with the redhead, are you interested?"
"In a three-way scene, you mean?"
"Yeah."
"Sure."
He chuckled. "Rosie, you're a fucking find."
"So, when do I get a raise?"
"You'll get one, you'll get one. Stick another finger in there," he said. "Your pussy's big enough to take three."
"I thought you liked my cunt because it's so tight."
"It's plenty tight," he said.
She slid a second finger into her moist pussy and worked both fingers in and out. She was turning on and her breathing was faster. Harry's cock was stiffening nicely. She realized he enjoyed the sight of her on the floor before him.
He jerked his cock -skin faster. "I'll ask her tomorrow," he said.
"You'll ask who tomorrow?"
"The redhead."
"What's her name."
"Molly."
"She doesn't look like a Molly."
"Keep fingering yourself."
Rosie finger-fucked herself forcefully. On the outstroke she let her fingers rasp over her clit. She thought about the redheaded waitress. She felt a stab of jealousy. She didn't want Harry to like the redhead more than he liked her.
"Don't bring yourself off yet," Harry said. "I thought you wanted me to."
"I like when you're real hot before you come."
He knelt in front of her and grabbed her wrist. "Let's have a taste," he said, bringing her juice-soaked fingers up to his lips. "Yep, smells like a flower garden." He licked them clean. "Tastes good too."
"Oh, Harry!"
"Honest," he said unsmiling. "I think the guys who make perfume are all wet. What guys really dig is the smell of gash. Now if someone ever bottles it, he'll make a mint."
He released her arm and she thrust her fingers back into her snatch. Her cunt yawned open and they slid in easily. She frigged herself vigorously and used her free hand to toy with her tits.
"In your next life maybe you'll have three hands," Harry chuckled.
"That's a hell of an idea, Harry."
He walked around behind her and she felt his eyes on her naked ass.
"You getting perverted ideas?" she said.
"Maybe."
"What is it about a girl's ass that guys like so much?"
"What can I tell you." He caressed her fleshy mounds. "There's nothing tighter than an asshole."
"Jesus, Harry!"
"You want me to ram it right up your chocolate highway?"
"You've got a real way with words."
He crouched before her, chuckling. "But I've got a nice big dick and you love it," he said.
"I can't talk, I'm going to come!"
She thrust her fingers into her snatch as far as they would go. She wiggled her ass and dropped down to the floor. Her legs were spread wide and she fingered herself vigorously, her eyes on Harry all the while.
Whiteside jerked his cock slowly, watching Rosie as she masturbated. "Do you want me to shoot off on your face?"
"Do what you want!"
She gazed with longing at his cock . She wanted it inside her. Her fingers weren't quite doing the job. He was pumping his dick faster now and his cock head looked like a giant mushroom. God, how she wanted him to fuck her!
"Hey, Whiteside, how about sticking it to me.
"You're cock -crazy."
"So I'm cock -crazy. Who's denying it. Fuck me, Harry!" She rubbed her clit in a frenzy, but her orgasm eluded her.
"Bring yourself off!" he rasped.
"I'm trying!"
"Try harder. I like to see you come."
"You could help me!"
She worked her fingers frantically in and out of her cunthole. Harry sat down in front of her and pawed her tits. "Come on, cunt, let it out."
She almost cried. "I'm trying!"
"Why is it so damn, hard for broads to come?"
"Oh, fuck you, Harry!"
Her cunt grew wetter and warmer and she dug her fingers into her love-oil. Her fingernails scratched her insides, but she didn't care. The slight pain was exciting.
"Maybe it'd help if you sucked my cock for a while," he said.
"Yeah, let me suck your prick!"
"Okay, toots, come here."
She continued fingering herself, but she scrambled around and lowered her face to his crotch. He pushed his pants down and slowed his stroking and she flicked the tip of her tongue over the tip of his cock .
Her face split in a smile. "Harry, I love your cock ," she said.
He ruffled her hair. "All the broads do, baby," he said.
She lay on her side, supported on one elbow, and masturbated while she tongued his prick. She ran the flat of her tongue up and down his massive shaft and fluttered the tip on the underside of his cock -knob.
He leaned over and unbuttoned her blouse. He yanked her bra open and her tits spilled out.
"What a pair!" he snickered. Harry loved her tits.
"You can suck them, Harry."
"Yeah, but I just wanna look at them for a while."
Her tits bounced and jiggled as she flicked her tongue over his dick. Her nipples were like two long nails, spikey and hard. She pinched one nipple between two fingers and pointed it at Harry.
"Here's a juicy morsel for you, Whiteside," she giggled.
"Yeah, baby, you've got some knockers."
"Harry, just a little lick!"
"Play with them yourself."
"Jesus, Harry, I've only got two hands!"
"Take my cock all the way into your mouth."
"Yes, Harry, yes!"
She stopped frigging herself and crouched on her belly before him. She took his cock head into her mouth and held his balls in both hands.
"Shit, you've got the best sucking mouth in town!" he said.
Rosie's heart pounded with excitement. She felt at home with a cock in her mouth. She felt complete. Now if she only had one inside her pussy, she could die happy.
He reached down and grabbed her tits. He squeezed them hard and sighed. "Don't suck too hard. I don't wanna come yet."
She spit his cock out. "I do!"
She clamped her lips back over his dick-head and he tousled her hair. "You always wanna come. You've got no patience."
Rosie knew he was right. When she waited, when she didn't climax for a long time, her orgasms were stronger and more intense. But it was so damn hard to wait! God, it almost hurt!
She sucked hungrily on the head of his cock . Most of the time she only sucked the tip. Sucking his entire prick into her throat was difficult at best. It was just too huge.
Harry held his shaft in his fist while she sucked the tip. At intervals he pulled away, chuckling at her frustration. Then he'd stick it back into her wide open, waiting mouth and she'd croon like a nursing baby.
"Get on your back," he ordered brusquely.
Rosie rolled onto her back and brought her knees up. She extended her arms. "Yes, fuck me!"
"Keep fingering yourself," he said.
"Oh, shit!" But she began masturbating again.
Harry crouched over her and directed his cock over her cunt. He rubbed the tip of his dick over her clit and the over-wrought housewife's ass flew up off the floor.
"Yes! Do that!"
"You're like a firecracker," Harry chuckled. "Just the way I like you."
"Stick it in, Harry!"
"How about a little tit-fuck first?"
"Oh, shit!"
She pushed her tits together and he slid his prick inside the fake pussy. She closed her eyes and arched her back off the floor, her fingers streaking in and out of her snatch.
He lubricated her cleavage with fuck-cream and slid his prick back and forth. On the forward stroke his prick-knob hit her lower lip and she shot her tongue out and tried to capture it into her mouth.
"Want me to shoot off now?" he rasped. "Wait till I come!"
"Keep frigging yourself."
"I'm almost there, Harry."
And she was. Finally, she felt the first waves of an orgasm invade her crotch. She pinched her clit between her fingers and brought herself off.
When she opened her eyes, Harry's cock was plunging forward between her boobs. "I'm gonna cream your tits, baby," Harry said.
"Come on, Harry! Steam me!"
She always came several times and as she masturbated, she came again. Now when she opened her eyes a jet of jism hit her tits and another shot onto her chin. In a moment her entire neck and both tits were covered with the molten lava and Harry continued stroking until his balls were drained.
Finally, after thrusting back and forth forcefully, he stopped coming and collapsed on top of her. Rosie lay under him, her arms around his broad, muscular back.
"Harry, you're killing me," she finally said. "Yeah, give me a minute," he said. "Shit, you exhaust me."
He rolled his bulky body off of her and stretched out on his back. Rosie sat up and leaned over him. She stroked his cheek. It was bristly. He had a heavy beard. But she'd grown fond of him. He had a sweetness under his gruff exterior.
"Harry," she whispered.
He opened his eyes. "What?"
"Harry, what they say is true," she said. "Yeah, what's that?"
"You don't have to fuck to have a good time."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It had been a week since Rosie had felt a prick push inside her horny gash. It seemed like a month. Before Hal left for work, she tried to get him to fuck her, but he wasn't interested. He left her more frustrated than ever and she tried masturbating to no avail.
She thought about Hal, Jr. He was coming for the weekend and she looked forward to his company. He would celebrate his birthday with them and Rosie was trying to think of a surprise for the boy.
She wasn't working that day so she cleaned the house and tried to keep busy. Hal, Jr. would arrive at dinner time and Hal had already told her he would be working late.
When the house was spotless, she went upstairs and stretched out on her bed. She plunged two fingers deep inside her snatch and stared up at the ceiling.
What can I do that Hal, Jr. would really like? Besides fuck him. Her cunt flooded with hot juices and she ground the palm of her hand over her gaping pussy.
Maybe I'll invite a few of his friends over, she thought. That's not a bad idea. I'll call him and tell him to ask a few of his friends for dinner. I'll bake a cake and we'll have a real celebration. Then when the boys leave and after his father is asleep, maybe I'll sneak into his room and give him another birthday present. His favorite kind.
Now she frigged herself, her mind awhirl with images of her step-son's dick. A tiny smile played over her lips as she thought about how eagerly he thrust his cock into her pussy.
She loved when the teenager came in her mouth. His spunk tasted sweet, somehow. Sweet and slightly bitter and very, very innocent.
Now she swung her legs over the side of the bed and picked up the telephone. She dialed the boy's number and waited for someone to pick it up. She hoped Hal's ex-wife wouldn't be the one. The woman was still bitter that Hal had divorced her to marry Rosie. And now she was jealous that her son had grown attached to his step-mother.
Fuck her! Rosie thought as the pone rang.
"Hi," Hal, Jr. said into the phone.
"I'm glad it's you, honey," Rosie said.
She told him about her idea for celebrating his birthday. When she asked him if he had some friends he'd like to invite, he hesitated a moment and said yes.
"Maybe afterward we'll have our own private party," Rosie said. "Would you like that?"
"Sure, Rosie, you know I would."
"Now you call up some boys right now," she said.
The boy said nothing. His mother was sitting nearby and she was glaring at him.
"Is your mom around?" Rosie said.
"Yeah."
She decided to tease him. "Your prick really felt wonderful the last time you rammed it into my pussy. You're becoming quite a cocksman, Hal, Jr."
"Yeah," he croaked hoarsely.
"Did you like the way my cunt sucked on your dick?"
"Jesus, yeah!"
"I know your mother must be right there and you can't talk." Her throat felt dry just picturing the boy naked.
She brought her lips closer to the receiver. "See you soon, baby," she whispered. "I'm going to finger-fuck myself now, but only because you're not here to do it."
She giggled when the boy gulped and she blew a kiss into the receiver. She dashed down to the kitchen and started dinner. Hal, Jr. said he'd be asking two or three boys and kids that age had huge appetites.
She poured herself a glass of wine and put the spaghetti sauce on to simmer. Hal phoned and said he'd be home really late and not to hold dinner for him. She practically smashed the phone down.
Damn him! she thought as she went upstairs to dress. Even on his own kid's birthday, he's late!
She took a long time dressing. She wanted to look her best for Hal, Jr.'s friends. When she was ready, she felt nervous, so she poured herself another glass of wine and went around the living room closing blinds and turning lights on.
She put a stack of rock records on the stereo and was about to settle down on the sofa and enjoy a cigarette when the doorbell rang.
It was Hal, Jr. and three other boys. They all looked pretty young and they shuffled into the house with their eyes on the floor. Rosie's cuntlips quivered as she offered them cokes and peanuts to munch.
All four boys sat on the sofa side by side and Rosie sat on a lounge chair facing them. She thrust her tits forward and crossed her legs. She loved the way they were staring at her tits and legs. Her nipples were outlined against the knit of her sweater and her skirt had hiked up to her thighs.
The look in their eyes told her she looked sexy. She just hoped they didn't think she was too old. They gulped their cokes and nibbled the peanuts and Rosie had a quick fantasy about what it would be like to go to bed with all of them.
She went to the kitchen for more cokes and felt their eyes on her ass as she sashayed across the room. They whispered and snickered while she was gone, and the moment she returned they sat still and stopped talking.
It was too early for dinner and her pussy was still horny. The image of being banged by all four young studs flashed through her mind again.
"Today's Hal, Jr.'s birthday," she said.
"Yeah," the one they called Buddy said.
"You boys look a little older," she said.
Hal Jr. flushed and grinned proudly. "The guys think I'm mature for my age."
"And they're right," Rosie giggled. She put her glass down and licked her lips. "You haven't told them anything about the family, have you?"
The boy flushed crimson and glanced around at his friends. They snickered lewdly and Rosie knew he had probably told them.
"Just as I thought," she said with mock seriousness.
She rose to her feet and took her step-son's hand. He rose up and she pressed her lips to his.
"That's a birthday kiss," she said. She kissed him again, this time her tongue darting into his mouth.
When she released him, she held onto his hand and gazed at his friends. "I've been trying to think of some special way to celebrate Hal's birthday."
All four boys gawked at her. Her sweater was skin tight and her tits heaved visibly. Hal, Jr. stood next to her, his mouth smeared with her lipstick and his lips parted.
She put her hands on her hips and dragged her fingers down to her thighs and ass. She turned to the side and let her fingers trail over her asscrack. Her hair hung long and thick over one shoulder and she turned back to the teenagers and giggled wantonly.
She stared openly at their crotches. "If you boys are willing, we can have an orgy," she said.
They stared at her and then Buddy accepted for all of them. "Sure, Mrs. Palmer. We'd love it, wouldn't we, guys?" He shoved one of them and he quickly echoed him.
"Yeah, we'd love it," he muttered.
"Jesus, Rosie, you're not kidding, are you?" Hal, Jr. said.
She thrust her pelvis forward and jiggled her tits. "I never kid about serious things," she said. "Now, if your father should walk in early, I'll have to yell rape...."
Unwilling now to wait any longer, the horny housewife and stepmother wrapped her arms around the boy closest to her. It was Buddy. "You didn't say," she said. "How old are you, Buddy?"
"Old enough," he smirked.
She rolled her hips and ass sensuously and hugged him against her tits.
"I guess if you're old enough, you're big enough, or something like that," she said. "Mmmm, your cock certainly feels good." The firm lump between his legs poked against her belly.
The boy grinned as he gazed at her. He trembled with excitement and instinctively flexed his muscles. Her nipples burned into his chest and she nibbled hotly on his earlobe.
Suddenly Hal, Jr. was at her side. He stood beside Rosie, almost as if he was establishing his territory. She twisted her neck and kissed him.
"I won't forget about the birthday boy," she giggled. She wriggled out of Buddy's arms and crawled into young Hal's.
After hugging and kissing her step-son for a few moments, the other boys lined up and she passed from one to the other. She kissed and hugged them all, and ground her cunt against their dicks.
When she was through with the last teenager, she started again with Buddy. This time she frenched him, sliding her tongue sensuously into his mouth and smiling at the startled expression on his face.
He clumsily grabbed her ass and hips when she moved out of his arms. Of all of them, Buddy seemed the most mature. He twisted her fists and rolled her asscheeks in his hands. His beard was heavier than the others and he occasionally bossed them around.
She moved from one to the other, french kissing them and taking their hands and placing them over her tits. When they began squeezing her boobs, she pulled away and went on to the next boy.
Finally she twisted out of Hal's arms and danced around the middle of the room. She felt freer than she had in years and younger too. She felt totally female and totally turned on.
"Where's the birthday boy?" she sang out.
"Here!" Hal, Jr. cried.
"Here's part of your present!" she said, pulling her sweater over her head and hugging her bra-covered tits against his chest.
"Jesus, look at those jugs!" one of the boys muttered.
"I never saw knockers like that!" another one said.
"I wish she'd take her bra off," the one called Tim said.
"Yeah, Rosie," Buddy said boldly. "Take your bra off."
"Don't rush me, boys," she giggled.
But Buddy was impatient. He reached out and yanked her bra open, almost tearing the flimsy garment off her tits. There was a moment of silence when her tits were exposed. Then Rosie heard one of the boys suck in his breath and another one snicker. But Buddy cupped his hands under one of her boobs and hefted it as if to weigh it.
"Dynamite!" he grinned.
"I take it you like big boobs," she said. "The bigger, the better."
"Don't you know more than a mouthful is wasted?"
"I don't waste nothing."
He rubbed the palm of his hand over her puckered nipple. She shivered, but insisted he release her. "We can't leave the other boys out," she said.
She moved from one to the other and they each toyed with her tits, some clumsily and some with a strong touch. The quiet one, Tim, sat down in the lounge chair and pulled her onto his lap.
She wrapped an arm around his neck and giggled. "The strong silent type," she said. She ground her butt down against his prick. His dick slipped inside her asscrack and she wondered suddenly if any of the boys had ever fucked a girl in the asshole.
Tim tried to suck one of her tits into his mouth, but she squirmed away. "No fair!" she cried. "It's uncouth to eat before the others!"
She kicked her shoes off and crossed her legs. Her skirt hiked up and revealed most of her thighs. She'd worn sheer black stockings and a garter belt with bikini panties. She wondered what the boy's reaction would be when they saw her without her skirt.
The other boys hovered around them. Hal, Jr. pawed at her tits and giggled proudly. She felt fingers on her thighs and her ass and someone poked a finger inside her panties and stabbed it against her asscrack.
"Boys!" she giggled. "No rough stuff!"
But she loved it. She closed her eyes and felt herself tingle all over. Rape me! she thought. Rape me! Fuck me! Stick your cock in my mouth and ass and pussy! Give me cock , boys!
One of them rubbed her slit through her panties. Her cunt was wet and slimy. She felt hands tugging at her panties and pulling them off her ass and legs. Finally, they were around her ankles and she kicked them off and climbed off Tim's lap.
Her tits flopped around as she walked over to the sofa and plopped down. She planted her feet on the sofa-cushion and dug her fingers into her boobs.
She knew her gash was exposed. The boys bent down and peered up her skirt. One of them snickered and another whistled. As usual Buddy had the strongest reaction.
"Look at that beaver!"
"Yeah, what a gash!" another said.
Not to be undone, Hal, Jr. chuckled. "Yeah, I knew you guys would like it."
She released her tits and wiggled her shoulders. "Now, boys, tell me the truth? Do you think they're too big?"
Her round tits jiggled around and the boys chuckled. She extended one leg and inched her skirt up to the top of her stockings. She stroked her thighs and gazed at the teenagers with sparkling eyes.
Suddenly she jumped up and told them to sit down on the sofa. "Bring your cock s out, boys," she said.
There was a moment of silence before they began tugging their zippers down and bringing out their pricks. One of them snorted with excitement and another caught some cock -hair in his zipper. But soon all four young dicks were out in the open and Rosie stood before them with her hands on her hips and smacked her lips.
She crouched on her knees and went down the line, covering their cock s with kisses. She pressed her lips over one cock head, and then moved to another.
She moved back and forth and felt their cock s grow stiffer and bigger. She paused when she reached her step-son. "The birthday boy gets a special kiss," she said, sliding the wet ring of her lips all the way down his cock shaft.
The other teenagers snickered and made lewd and obscene remarks when she held his dick in her throat for a moment. She palmed his balls and when she released his dick she lapped her tongue over his eggs.
"Jesus, he's got all the luck!" Sal muttered.
"Yeah, but it's his birthday," Tim said.
"I want it too," Buddy said.
When Rosie released Hal, Jr., she moved in front of Buddy. "You'll get your share," she said, lashing her tongue over his fat cock head.
He grabbed her head and pulled her mouth against him. "Take it all in your mouth like you did Hal's," he said.
"Only if you ask nice," she said, fluttering her tongue up and down his teenage dick.
In a minute his prick was coated with her saliva and the other boys groaned when she licked up the spit with long swipes Of her tongue. Finally, she opened her jaws wide and took Buddy's prick all the way into her throat.
Buddy threw his head back and roared. He held her ears and began fucking her mouth in a frenzy. She was afraid he was going to shoot off and decided it didn't matter. There were still three young cock s just waiting to do her bidding.
Her nostrils flared and her hair flew over her face as he battered her mouth with his dick. She felt his balls smack against her chin and she felt his prick throb as his jism boiled up in his balls.
When his cock lodged in the back of her throat, she felt the first squirt of jism in her mouth. Buddy growled and twisted his fingers in her hair as he dumped his load in her throat.
After that the others stretched out on the floor and Rosie fucked them. She stared with Hal, Jr. and went down the line, bouncing up and down on their fuckpoles.
When they were through, she served dinner and Hal, Jr. blew out the candles on his birthday cake. They returned to the living room and she sucked them off.
By the time Hal walked into the house, the boys were playing cards. Rosie was bustling around serving soft drinks and cookies. If Hal had any idea that an orgy had taken place, he gave no indication. But Rosie smelled the unmistakable odor of cuntjuice and jism in the living room. And Hal gazed at her for a long moment when she leaned her tits against Buddy's arm and tousled his hair.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Molly says we can use her place." Harry shifted his cigar around in his mouth and grinned up at Rosie. He'd called her into his office one day and told her the redheaded waitress, Molly, was willing to have a threesome with them.
"When?" Rosie said. She automatically moved a hand to her hair.
"Today."
"I don't know...." r' no
"What?" Harry said gruffly, shuffling papers on his desk.
"Today's not too good for me."
"Why?"
"My step kid's coming over."
"Fuck that. Tell him to come tomorrow." He appeared to have dismissed her, but Rosie wasn't afraid of him. "I don't know if I can, Harry."
"Listen, kid, you told me you'd go along with anything I came up with."
"I know Harry," she said sweetly. She put her hands on her hips and wiggled closer to the desk. "And I also said you're paying me peanuts. When do I get that raise you promised?"
"Shit, you have enough fun around here, you oughta be paying me."
She leaned over the desk and gave him a good look at her cleavage. "That's not the way it works, Mr. Whiteside," she whispered. "The man pays, or have you forgotten."
He stuck his cigar between the two thick fingers and stared at her. "What are you gonna do if I don't give you a raise?"
"I'll walk."
They gazed at each other for a long moment. Rosie didn't flinch and Harry finally in grinned. "You are one tough broad."
"You noticed." She didn't feel so tough inside, but being married made it a lot easier to be independent. She felt sorry for women who were actually independent on their salaries. "Okay, okay, see you at Molly's."
Later the redheaded waitress told her she lived nearby and they walked there together. "Have you ever done this before?" Molly said, hooking her arm into Rosie's.
"No," Rosie said. "Have you?"
"A couple of times," the redhead lisped. "Isn't Harry too cute for words?"
"I never actually thought about Harry that way," Rosie smiled. "He's not the cute type." When they arrived at Molly's apartment, the two women settled down in the living and sipped wine until Harry arrived. When he rushed right into the bedroom, Rosie motioned to Molly to stay seated.
"Let him wait awhile," she said.
"You're so nervy," Molly giggled. "I envy nervy women."
"It comes easy to me," Rosie said. "You just have to let them know you've got rights too."
"Are you one of those women libbers?"
"No, I just do my thing."
"Will you two broads get in here?" Harry called out.
"In a minute, Harry," Rosie said, grabbing Molly's arm when the redhead began to rise up.
"Maybe we better go," Molly hissed.
"In a minute."
The toilet flushed and Rosie heard the sound of bedsprings creaking.
"Now?" Molly said nervously.
"Now."
The two women walked into the bedroom. The apartment was tiny and Molly's bed took up almost the entire room. Harry was stretched out on his back on one side of the bed, his cigar stuck between his teeth.
"Get naked and get over here," he said.
"Jesus, Harry, you don't waste any time," Molly giggled.
"I wanna see you two eat each other," he said.
Rosie's cunt tingled with excitement. She remembered how it had felt when Laura had flicked her tongue up and down her fur-rimmed slit.
Now Molly glanced at Rosie and raised her eyebrows. "Are you game?" she said.
Rosie nodded and winked. "Yeah, I'm game."
In less than five minutes they were on the bed next to Harry and Molly's head was wedged inside Rosie's thighs. The young waitress probed her tongue over Rosie's gash and Rosie locked her legs around the girl's face.
She moaned when the redhead licked her clit. She glanced at Harry. He was pumping his obscenely huge cock and watching them. "She gives good head, huh?"
She gazed at him in a fog. She nodded and clamped her thighs around the girl's head. "Keep sucking my clit," she said.
She gazed hungrily at Whiteside's thick, salami-crimson prick. He held it in his fist, his cock head sticking out from between two fingers. It looked for a moment like the cigar he usually had in his hand and Rosie almost laughed. But Molly's deftly licking tongue turned the giggle into a moan.
Suddenly Molly pulled her head out from between Rosie's thighs and sat up on her haunches. Her eyes glittered with excitement and Rosie's cuntjuice coated her lips and chin.
Without a word, she crawled on top of Rosie and soon they were tit to tit and cunt to cunt. Molly rubbed her thick dark cunt-muff against Rose's and held Rosie's asscheeks and her hands. Rosie's pussy throbbed with need and excitement. She hadn't expected the young waitress to be so aggressive. But here she was taking charge and bringing Rosie to the peak of passion.
"Spread your legs," Molly hissed as she rubbed her big pink-tipped boobs over Rosie's. "Keep them open so we can dry hump. Jesus, you've got a tasty snatch. You can lick mine too, but to tell you the truth, I'd rather lick than be licked, so if you don't wanna, it's okay."
Rosie didn't answer. She panted with lust and raised her ass off the bed to meet the redhead's writhing pussy. She wrapped her arms around Molly's neck and the two women kissed hotly.
When they opened their eyes, Harry was hovering over them, his prick pointed at Rosie's mouth.
"Are you gonna stick it in Rosie's mouth?" Molly said.
"Maybe," Harry grunted.
"Oooooooh, I want it!" the redhead squealed.
"Me first," Rosie said.
"I just love Harry's prick," Molly giggled, making a grab for his dick.
Rosie was momentarily disappointed, but she was pleasantly surprised when Molly guided his cock head against Rosie's lips. "Open wide, honey," Molly said. "It's dinner time."
Rosie opened her jaws wide and accepted Harry's massive prick-knob into her mouth. She trembled as the heat from his prick filled her. Her tits heaved and she thrashed her legs around as Molly sank down and once again buried her face between Rosie's wide-spread legs.
Rosie sucked Harry's huge cock head all the way into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the oozing tip. Harry grunted and pulled out before forcing half his prick-shaft into her throat.
Rosie took as much of his prick as would fit into her mouth. She sucked hard and flicked her tongue on the flared rim under his knob. Molly's tongue pushed inside her cunthole and Rosie responded by biting down on Harry's prick.
She held his cock -root in her trembling fingers and raised her ass to give Molly total access to her snatch. She moaned around Harry's blood-engorged dick and felt the beginnings of a climax in her crotch.
At that moment Molly stopped sucking and Harry pulled his prick out of Rosie's mouth.
"Get over here," he said to Molly.
"Oh, wow!" Molly giggled, sprawling out onto her back with her legs in the air. "Give it to me, daddy!"
Rosie trembled as she sat up to watch. The redhead's lips were open and she beckoned to Harry with her arms outspread. He crouched on his knees, his prick a few inches away from Molly's lips. In a moment his dick was halfway down Molly's throat and the redhead was pumping most of his shaft in her fist.
Rosie was unable to resist joining in. She knelt behind Harry and lowered her face to his swinging balls. She licked the back of his hairy thighs and nestled her face against his asscrack.
He growled and twisted his neck to watch her. "Jesus, you're some cunt!"
Rosie watched as Molly suctioned half his cock shaft into her mouth. The girl's cheeks bulged with the effort, but she managed to take his massive horse-cock balls-deep into her throat.
"Shit, this kid can really suck!" Harry rasped.
"Is she better than me, Harry?" Rosie said.
"No one's better than you, kid," he said.
Rosie slipped a finger into his asscrack and felt around for his butt-hole. When she found it, she stuck a finger into his puckered hair-rimmed bung and sighed happily. Harry shifted forward and fucked his prick in and out of Molly's lips.
He moved between both women, feeding his dick to Molly and his balls to Rosie.
Then both women stretched out on their backs and Harry went from one to the other. He fucked their mouths and his balls tickled their chins. When his prick was totally erect, Molly rolled wantonly on the bed and begged him to fuck her.
He mounted her and rammed his cock into her gaping cunt. Rosie watched, mesmerized by the lewd sight. Molly's ass was up off the bed and she pushed her pussy up to meet Harry's thrusts.
"Spread 'em!" Harry said to Rosie and Rosie quickly obeyed.
He withdrew his glistening prick from Molly's cunt and shifted his body until he was on top of Rosie. His juice-soaked dick parted her cuntlips and plunged into her pussy.
He went from one to the other. Rosie had never been fucked like this before. She prayed that Molly wasn't diseased because the depravity of the act was terribly exciting.
Now with one smooth thrust, he stuffed his huge dick all the way into Rosie's twat. Her slimy cuntwalls gripped his shaft and he grunted as he squeezed her ass in his hands.
Rosie was taken by surprise when Molly shifted around on the bed and covered Rosie's face with her ass and cunt. Rosie began licking and sucking the girl's gash while Harry fucked her. She was at the peak of sexual arousal that knew no bounds and she knew her orgasm would be all-encompassing.
Afterward she sat at the side of the bed and watched Harry fuck Molly. He skewered the redhead with his massive dick. When he dumped his load, Rosie eagerly sank down between Molly's legs and licked up the jism clinging to her snatch.
Behind her, Harry held her asscheeks in his ham-like hands and stuck his still-hard dick into her cunt. Even though he wasn't totally stiff, his prick filled her cunt-tunnel completely.
She sucked gluttonously on Molly's gash while Harry pulled out of her pussy and rubbed his cock head up and down her ass crease. Rosie held her breath. Harry had never attempted to fuck her in the ass and if he tried now she was afraid he'd tear her in two.
But then he rammed his prick back into her gash and she sucked hungrily on Molly's cunt. And she came hard, rockets going off in her head as Harry filled her pussy with his stiff male-meat. She raised her face from Molly's twat and the redhead grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back.
When it was over, Molly licked Rosie clean. Rosie's heart pounded and Harry collapsed on the side of the bed. Only Molly seemed as energetic as ever.
"What's the matter with you two?" she squealed. "You're not through yet, are you?"
"Jesus, Molly, I'm exhausted," Rosie said. "I guess I'm here just in time, sweet pea," a deep voice said.
Rosie glanced up at the door and Molly giggled wildly. "Baby!" she cried. "I wasn't expecting you yet!"
The man sauntered into the room, unbuttoning his shirt and staring at Rosie. "Who's your friend?" he said to Molly.
"This is Rosie," Molly said. "I told you about her. Rosie, this is my boyfriend, Bart." The tall dark man unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. He walked toward the bed and made a beeline for Rosie. She could hear Harry snoring and she trembled as she gazed at Bart's cock through his shorts.
"Come over here," he said to Rosie, taking her into his arms. She knelt on the bed and she stood next to it and his prick nestled against her tits.
"Are you gonna fuck her, Bart?" Molly said, nervously tugging at a strand of hair.
"What does it look like?" he said, his eyes boring into Rosie's.
"Don't I get to say anything about this?" Rosie said, but she knew that she would let this man do whatever he wanted to her.
He pushed his shorts down to reveal a thick cock , as big around as Rosie's wrist. It wasn't too long, but his balls were big and hairy and the thickness of his dick made up for the lack of length.
"Let me have one of those sweet nipples," he said, sucking one of her tits into his mouth and ignoring her query.
"Ooooooooh, baby, fuck her!" Molly hissed.
In a few minutes Rosie was on her back in the middle of the bed. Harry was snoring loudly and Bart was humping her. The bed rocked under their weight and with every thrust Rosie's ass banged into the mattress.
She thrashed her legs in the air, at intervals wrapping them around Bart's back. Molly crouched near them on her knees, watching every move Bart made.
Rosie's hips worked wantonly and she came hard, her cuntjuice drenching Bart's dick and balls. His cock continued plunging in and out of her depths and he clenched his teeth and pushed her knees back to her tits.
And suddenly he pulled out and pushed her onto her belly. He jammed his cock all the way into her asshole and Rosie almost passed out from the pain.
It hurt horribly since her asshole wasn't lubricated, but somehow when the pain dissipated the pleasure that followed was incredible. Little jets of sexual fire raged through her. She no longer heard Harry snoring. In fact she even ignored Molly's presence.
"Fuck me harder!" she yelled, even though her asshole throbbed.
And as suddenly as he'd stuck his prick into her bung, he pulled it out again and pushed her over onto her back; When he straddled her tits, she knew what was coming. Soon he pushed his prick against her mouth. She opened her lips and surrendered to him totally.
She sucked his prick with relish. She could smell her own shit on it, but it didn't matter. It made the whole thing that much more erotic.
He put his entire weight on her boobs and slid back and forth as he fucked her mouth. She sucked harder on his fuckpole, hardly noticing when Molly climbed around behind him and stuffed a finger into his butt.
Rosie swirled her tongue over his prick-knob while Molly finger-fucked his bung. Rosie took his shaft halfway down her throat and squeezed his balls in her hands.
He pulled back until only his cock head reached her mouth. She could sense his orgasm approaching and she wanted his spunk to flood her mouth.
He began shooting. He came in gushes, his thick jism squirting out of the tip of his prick and spilling into her hot mouth. He left his prick inside her lips and grunted like a bull.
Rosie swallowed hard and let the last jet of fuck-cream gather inside her tongue. When he rolled off her body, Harry snored and suddenly sat up on the bed.
"Who's that?" he said, yawning.
"This is my boyfriend," Molly said.
Harry extended his hand, but Bart ignored him. "Well, anyway thanks for helping me out," he said.
"Suck my cunt before you go, Harry!" Molly cried.
The burly man looked startled and he motioned to Rosie to get up and dress. "Another time, toots," Harry said to Molly. "You better take care of your man now."
CHAPTER NINE
Rosie sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee and swinging one leg back and forth. She was furious. Hal's ex-wife had just phoned to tell her Hal, Jr. wouldn't be over that day. As usual she'd been bitchy, and today she intimated she knew something was going on between Rosie and the boy. Rosie swallowed her anger and said nothing. She couldn't afford to make a fuss and have the woman investigate things around the Palmer house.
She gulped her coffee and seethed inside. She'd been all primed for a good long fuck with Hal, Jr. And now she faced the day with a horny cunt and no one to fuck.
Except for one possibility. She heard the sounds of a truck driving up to the house and a male voice calling out. She remembered then that Hal had hired a yard man to mow the lawn and plant some flowers.
She glanced out the window and saw two young men cross the driveway to the house. She rose up and hurried to the door, clicking along on her high-heeled mules and clutching her robe to her tits. Normally she tried to be well-groomed at all times. But this morning she looked disheveled and she was embarrassed when the young man at the door grinned at her quizzically.
"Sorry I got you up," he said.
"I've been up for hours," she said. Her gaze drifted to his crotch. His jeans were skin tight and there was a distinctive bulge between his legs. "I see you've been up for a while too," she smirked.
His name was Steve Young and he was around twenty-five. Chuckling, he asked if he could use the john and she let him in and quickly combed her hair while he peed. :
The second man was working on the lawn and Rosie splashed some cold water on her face and dabbed gloss on her lips before returning to the kitchen.
Steve was still chuckling as he stood near the I sink and drank a glass of water. "Mrs. I Palmer, you're a very funny lady," he said. "Call me Rosie, Steve," she said. "Mrs. Palmer makes me feel like an old bag."
"Hey, you're anything but that."
Rosie normally felt uncomfortable around men Steve's age. She much preferred men her own age or older. Or if they were younger, she liked them really young. Teenagers. So she could boss them around. Men Steve's age were mature, but made her terribly aware of the tiny lines around her eyes.
She saw now that Steve young was a nice looking guy and the bulge between his legs looked very interesting. He stood with his legs planted wide apart and smiled at the older housewife.
"You look restless today," he said.
"I am restless today," Rosie said.
She tapped her foot and stared at him as he moved to her side. "My man can work alone for a while if you need me in here," he said softly, taking her arm and stroking it lightly.
"What do you mean?" she said.
"You look like you could use a little servicing yourself," he said in a husky voice.
"Hey, listen," Rosie said, "I don't need servicing from anybody."
"I didn't mean it that way."
She pushed him aside and walked over to the stove. He followed her and took her arm again. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded. You're a very foxy lady. I know you can get all the guys you want."
She turned slowly and faced him. "Well, it didn't sound that way."
"Anyway, I even liked the way you looked when we got here," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You looked like you just got up."
"I had."
"You looked real sexy."
She giggled. "And now?"
"Now you look even sexier."
"You're okay, Steve."
"Listen...."
"What?"
"I could use a little diversion myself...."
"What does that mean?"
He gazed squarely into her eyes and seemed to be thinking hard. "Listen, if you can use a workout, I'd be glad to give it to you. No extra charge either." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.
Her heart pounded against his chest and her nipples poked him. "I am feeling a little horny," she said.
He took her hand and together they walked into the den. She sat down on the sofa and he crouched at her feet and pushed her robe open. She spread her legs wide apart and he pressed his face firmly against her snatch. His tongue shot out and probed the hairy lips of her cunt. It flicked past her cuntflaps and worked into her hot cunthole and she tangled her fingers into his thick curly hair and sighed deeply.
"You sure don't waste any time," she said.
He held her hips in his hands and kneaded her flesh. She wiggled her ass and urged him on by directing his lips and tongue over the most sensitive parts of her pussy. His warm wet breath and his darting tongue turned her to jelly and she writhed against him.
"Yessssssss!" she hissed. "Suck my cunt!"
He slipped his hands around to her ass and pulled her cunt closer to his face. The wetness of his tongue was everywhere, licking up and down her hot slit and poking around her cunthole.
When he began concentrating on her clit, the overheated, cheating wife clamped her thighs around his face and shivered.
He slid his hands from her ass to the insides of her thighs. His thumbs touched her cuntlips and he spread them open to totally expose her hot hole.
He plunged more of his tongue into her twat and now it felt like she had a small cock inside her. He rubbed his upper lip over her clit and she crashed through a series of orgasms.
He continued tonguing her, washing his face against her pulp and rubbing his bristly chin against her delicate tissues. She thrust herself against him and he moved his mouth in circles over her twat.
She began breathing harder and felt herself rise toward another series of climaxes. "Keep sucking!" she hissed, pulling on his hair. "Keep sucking, you fucker!"
Her cunt was drenched with her own juice and his spit. The fluid ran into the crack of her ass and soaked the sofa. The tension in her pussy made her shake all over and suddenly she was lying on her back on the length of the sofa and he was on top of her.
Her robe was off now and she was totally naked. He reached up and found her tits while he sucked her cunt and he pinched and squeezed the giant globes until she cried out. He made loud slurping sounds with his tongue and lips on her cunt. Rosie could hear the man mowing the lawn outside in the yard.
She even heard the sound of children laughing. She couldn't have cared less what happened I outside in the world. Her world was right here between her legs.
Still, if the yard wasn't done when Hal arrived home, he'd wonder what happened. "Hurry!" she hissed at Steve. "You can't stay in here all day!"
"Why?" he said, cupping one tit and squeezing it until it hurt.
"Just bring me off again," she said.
"What about me?" he said.
"If you want me to, I'll bring you off too." He plunged his tongue into her cunthole and she grabbed his hair and forced his face up and down her snatch. He tongued her asshole and the area between her asshole and cunthole. She directed his mouth over her clit and he took it t between his lips and whipped it with his tongue.
She brought her legs up and encircled his head. His tongue felt like a vibrator on her love-button and she shook all over as she came again. Tiny orgasmic sounds escaped her throat, but he continued lapping wildly.
* * *
"I got a friend I want you to meet," Harry Whiteside said.
Rosie sat in his office amid the dust and endless papers, sipping white wine and gazing at Whiteside with pure lust. She was dizzy from the booze and turned on at the prospect of fucking Harry. She'd become accustomed to getting it on with him at least twice a week.
An hour later she was in a motel room with a strange man who Harry introduced as Charlie.
"Charlie what?" Rosie said, extending her hand to the man.
"Just Charlie," Harry said as the strange man kicked his shoes off.
"What's the score, Whiteside?" Rosie said when Charlie snickered strangely.
Harry drained his glass and rose up. He glanced at his watch and grabbed Rosie's hand. She rose up too, but was surprised when Harry pushed her toward the bed and took his car keys out of his pocket.
"I'm splitting now," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You're staying."
"I'm what?"
"Show the guy a good time," Harry hissed loudly.
"Now, Harry, what do you think I am?" she said.
Charlie snickered nastily and came up behind her. "You're a hot little piece who's going to show me a good time."
Rosie's face grew warm. "Is he serious?" she said to Harry.
"Aw, come on, baby. He's got a cock . What more to do you want?"
"I'm not some whore you can sell to anyone with a buck," she fumed.
"I didn't say you were."
"But that's how you're treating me. I don't know him." She stared at Charlie, her nostrils flaring. "I don't even like him. He's a slob." Charlie chuckled stupidly and Harry's face turned crimson. "Listen, take it easy," he said softly. "He's got a lot of influence in town. Be nice to him and there's a raise in it for you."
"Listen, Whiteside, I'm no whore," she said. She tore loose from his beefy hand and began walking toward the door. Harry followed her and grabbed her again, this time keeping an iron grip on her wrist.
"I asked you to do me a favor," he said, a grim expression on his face.
"And I said no!"
It was a battle of wits and in her heart Rosie knew she would lose. Charlie's eyes were two slits now and he was angry. When Charlie was angry, there was no arguing with him. She'd seen him like this once or twice. His anger had never been directed against her and she didn't like it now that it was.
"You want your old-man to know what a slut he's married to?" he finally said.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"You don't know me."
"I guess I don't." But she knew she'd lost and her shoulders sagged.
"That's better," Harry said, putting one beefy arm around her shoulders. "Just show him a good time, hon, and I'll make it worth your while.
She pushed his arm away. "I'll do it because I have no other choice. But when I'm done, we're through. I quit and you can go fuck yourself."
Harry's face turned beet-red when Charlie chuckled. He shoved her against the bed and turned to his friend. "You want me to get her clothes off?"
"Naw," Charlie said. "I can do that myself." He tugged at his zipper and yanked it down.
In a moment his prick was out in the air. It stood straight out, only half hard, but bigger than Rosie expected. Harry stood at the door, his hand on the knob as he gazed back at Rosie.
"I'll forget what you said," he said. The auburn haired hostess pulled her sweater over her head and scrambled out of her skirt. She sat on the bed wearing only her bra and panties and glared at her boss.
"Fuck you, Whiteside," she said.
She expected Harry to leave, but he stood at the door and watched Charlie climb onto the bed. Rosie turned to him. "How can you want me when you know I don't want you?"
He grinned, a sweet, almost simple smile. "I've never had a woman who wanted me, honey. If I waited for that, I'd never get laid."
"Oh, God!" she murmured. She didn't mind so much fucking a friend of Harry's. It wouldn't be the first time. But despite her promiscuity, she'd never fucked a man she didn't find appealing in some way. Until now. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as Charlie moved closer to her on the bed. Damn! she thought. Damn! Damn! Damn!
She held her breath when he began pawing her. He was all over her, tugging at her bikinis and yanking them off. When he grabbed her bra and pulled that off, his mouth came down on one nipple and he sucked gluttonously.
He dove from one boob to the other, licking and biting and chuckling wildly. And despite the fact that she found him unattractive, her nipples stiffened and puckered and her pussy perked.
"Oh, Jesus, don't do that!" she said when he planted his hand between her legs.
"How else can we fuck?" he said.
He pushed her thighs apart and she gave up the struggle. She couldn't win and anyway, she felt herself turning on. Harry stood at the door and snickered.
"He's getting to you, isn't he?"
"Fuck you!" she glared at him.
He shrugged. "Only checking."
"Why don't you leave?" she hissed.
"It's a kick to watch."
"Charlie," she said in a commanding tone. "Don't you touch me until he's out of the room."
"Aw, go on, Harry," Charlie whined. "Get out."
Harry opened the door and walked out without a word. When he was gone, Charlie giggled crazily and made a grab for Rosie. She trembled when he lay on top of her, forcing her down on her back. He shoved his knee between her legs and rubbed it over her gulch.
"You're real wet, cutie," he said.
"Yeah, that's cause I'm so hot for you," she said sarcastically.
"Shit, I'm used to turning dames off."
"Then why are you doing this to me?"
"I told you, lady. It's the only way I ever get laid."
She felt him spread her legs apart with his knee. He moved back and gazed at her snatch. "I just love pussy," he smiled.
"Oh, come on and get it over with," she snarled.
He crouched down and licked up and down her hairy slit. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend it was someone else licking her gash. Anyone but who it actually was.
She opened her eyes when he stabbed his prick-knob around her cunt. He was inside her in a moment and she was surprised at how good it felt.
"Why, Charlie!" she cried, wrapping her legs around his back.
"No bad, huh?" he grinned, plunging his prick in and out of her gash.
"Not bad at all," she said, sliding her arms around his neck. "Why didn't you tell me you were a cocksman?"
"I figured you'd find out yourself." He sawed back and forth and rubbed her clit.
"You've got a sweet pussy," he said shyly. "It's grabbing my dick like a glove."
She bucked her ass and thrust herself at him. "Fuck me with your big cock , Charlie!" she said.
He began ramming. The bed creaked and she thrashed her head on the pillow. He rubbed her clit and fucked her and Rosie moaned over and over.
He held her ass and lifted it off the bed and fucked her deeper and harder. He panted for breath and stared down at her and her orgasm began engulfing her.
His prick drove in and out like a piston. When he came, he flooded her with spunk and they rolled around the bed as the waves crashed around them.
When it was over, he pulled his limp dick out of her and snickered. "You had a good time, didn't you?" he said.
"Yes, but I've got to go now," she said, jumping off the bed before he got ideas that she wanted to get laid again. She had no intention of staying here any longer than she had to. She wanted to get some fresh air and think about her life.
CHAPTER TEN
Rosie lay naked on the bed. The blanket was on the floor and man hovering over her licked her belly. She trembled and begged him to lick her cunt. The man, wedged between her legs, told her to relax.
He forced her legs apart and planted wet kisses up and down her inner thighs. His lips gradually came nearer to her snatch, but as soon as he got close, he moved away.
"Higher!" she sighed. "Kiss me higher!"
She lifted her head and gazed at him, but she couldn't see his face. Her head dropped down on the pillow and she stared at the ceiling as ripples of pleasure coursed through her.
The man's thick blonde hair was visible to her eyes. She laced her fingers through it, and pushed herself against his slathering mouth.
"Delicious pussy," he muttered as a bolt of pleasure raged through her.
Then his tongue was on her clit and he licked relentlessly until she went over the edge. And he stopped. She wriggled herself against him, her frustration mounting. But the man whose name she didn't know swirled his tongue tirelessly over her gulch and explored the delicate folds of her cunt.
Rosie squirmed her ass and sighed. It was obvious he was going to keep her in a state of suspended arousal for a long time. She knew the type. They wanted a woman really hot and then they fucked them long and hard. It was okay with her. She could wait. But just one come would feel good right about now.
Her pussy seethed and he knew it. "You're deliciously wet," he said.
"That's what I've been telling you."
She tried to see his face, his features stayed buried against her. She groaned when he rammed two fingers into her cunthole and one into her bung.
"I wish you'd fuck me!" she gasped.
"Soon, lady, soon."
Finally he sat up. He turned his head and she still couldn't see his face, but she saw his cock and it was big and hard. Her mouth watered at the sight of his dick.
"I'll suck your cock , if you want me to," she said.
"You'd do that for me?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"I'm a stranger. How can you even think of sucking a stranger's cock ?"
She giggled wantonly. "You just sucked my cunt and I'm a stranger too. What are you? Some kind of nut?"
"That's different," he said softly in all seriousness. He kept his back to her and she couldn't see him, but his voice made her shudder. There was something unreal about him.
Even when he mounted her, he kept his head turned. He held his prick in his hand and made her turn away. "Don't look at me," he said. "I don't like when you look at me."
She turned away and tried not to cry out when he penetrated her.
"Does your husband know what a cheating slut you are?" he said.
She shamelessly humped her ass to meet his thrusts. "What are you talking about?"
"Does your husband know you let strange men make love to you on his own bed?"
"What's it to you?" she said. "Jesus, just fuck me!" She beat the heels of her feet on his back as he stroked.
"If you were my wife, I'd kill you," he said in a strange voice.
"You're crazy!" she said. "Just fuck me and get out of here!"
She wriggled her pussy against his thrusting dick. He held her asscheeks and stroked her gently. Only his words were nasty. His movements were gentle and loving and very, very erotic.
He pulled out momentarily and then shoved in again, the blunt tip of his cock stretching her cunt-mouth. She raked her fingernails up and down his arms while he lurched forward with one shove and sank his entire cock inside her.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but you're one hell of a cocksman," she said.
"So I've been told," he said.
Once when she turned her head, he shoved it back against the pillow, hurting her neck in the process. "I told you not to look at me," he said.
"But I already saw you," she whimpered.
"But you've forgotten what I look like, haven't you?"
It was true. She had. She sighed and pushed her face into the pillow. They moved in tandem like two strong animals. The sensations in her pussy overwhelmed her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his biceps flex as he lowered and raised his body. He sucked one of her tits into his mouth and bit it almost cruelly, but she didn't care. The pain was erotic too.
"I'm coming!" she shrieked.
"No!" he said in a soft voice.
"Yes! Yes! I've got to get off!"
"No coming for you," he said. "Never again in your life will you come."
"No! No!" She sat bolt upright, her heart thumping wildly.
"What's going on?" Hal said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "You have a bad dream?"
"Oh, God!" she said, laying back against the pillow. "Oh, shit, yes, I had a lousy dream."
"Well, now that we're up, how about going down and fixing me some breakfast."
"Fuck you," she giggled, grateful that it was Hal beside her.
"Yeah, well maybe we'll do that too. But bring me some breakfast in bed and I'll take you out to dinner."
Rosie sat up and threw the covers back. Her nightgown was up to her waist and her pussy looked just like it had been reamed. She pushed her nightie down and swung her legs down to the floor. It would be nice to go out to dinner.
"Bacon and eggs okay?" she said, grateful to see a friendly face.
"Fine." He hugged his pillow and went back to sleep.
A half hour later she returned carrying a tray. On the tray were bacon and eggs, toast and coffee and two screwdrivers. Her fingers shook as she kicked the door closed and brought the tray over to the bed.
"Wake up," she said.
Hal opened his eyes and sat up. He grinned at her. "What's the occasion?"
"I quit my job."
"That's news. How come? I thought you loved it?"
"It was taking up too much of my time."
She handed him one of the drinks and took a long sip of hers.
"I haven't had booze so early in the day for years," he said. "It's good."
"Probably not since our honeymoon. Yeah, it is good, isn't it?"
"Yeah." He took her hand and kissed her palm. "You haven't been getting a fair shake, have you, Rosie?"
"Oh, it hasn't been too bad," she said. They began eating and Rosie finished her drink. The dream had so upset her, she forgave Hal everything. When they finished eating, they cuddled close together and kissed.
"I've been neglecting you, I know," he said, kissing her ear. "But I'll make up for it."
"How do you plan on doing that?" she teased, biting his earlobe.
"How about a matinee now?" he said. "Isn't Hal, Jr. coming over today?"
"Not till later."
"Are you hitting on me?" she said.
"I think that's what they call it nowadays." He pulled the blanket back and fixed his eyes on her tits under the flimsy material of her nightie. He kissed her nipple through the fabric and put one hand around her waist. He pulled her toward him with one hand and with the other he slid his hand inside her gown and stroked her thigh.
She opened her mouth and met his kiss. She closed her fingers around his prick and squeezed it. She sucked in her breath and thrust her tongue into his mouth.
He climbed around and rested his prickknob on her hip. And then they were fucking and Rosie felt as if she were indeed at home. The head of his cock was lodged inside her pussy and her juice was drenching his shaft.
Her cunt-muscles contracted around him and tiny drops of cunt-secretion glistened on his prick-hair. He pushed her knees back and pushed in. Inch by inch his dick slid inside her hot box. Soon it completely disappeared into her twat and their bodies were one.
She squirmed and wiggled her ass and hips. He pulled out and then lurched in, corkscrewing his dick so that his shaft rasped against her clit.
She glanced down and watched her furry cuntlips clasp and unclasp his cock shaft. He pulled out and then drove in with all his might, fucking her harder and deeper than he had in years.
His balls slapped her ass and the lusty housewife reached underneath to caress his eggs. Her hips moved up and down and side to side to meet his thrusts.
"I'd like to stick it in your asshole sometime, honey," he said.
"Now?"
"It might hurt."
She didn't want him to know how many times she'd had her asshole fucked so she pretended innocence. "Yeah, so I've heard."
He tilted her ass back and pulled his prick out of her gash. He grabbed an asscheek in each hand and pulled them open to expose her little bung.
He stared with hot eyes at her butt-hole and the wet hairiness of her pussy. "Honest, honey, you mean that about my fucking your asshole?"
"Oh, yes, I mean it." Rosie was so hot, she'd have agreed to anything.
"I've wanted to fuck-ass for years," he mused.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"I didn't think you'd do it."
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Hal. I'm a very hot-blooded woman."
"I know," he said quietly. "Sometimes I don't think I'm man enough for you."
He slid his prick-knob along her ass crease.
Rosie put her arms around his neck and almost wept. "Oh, darling, don't ever say that. You're all the man I want." She felt like a hypocrite, but she really loved him. She knew that now. No matter what she'd done in the past and no matter what happened in the future, she loved her husband and always would.
"Let's try it on for size," he said, shoving his cock into her cunt-mouth. She sighed as her pussy muscles clutched him.
"Are you ready?" he said.
"Not quite."
"I'd sure love to make you come."
"I'm almost there."
And strangely enough after a few strokes she came. After her first come, she came again and again, effortlessly and wonderfully. Her own husband was actually bringing her off.
His stiff dick soared high up into her convulsing cunt and she was lost in sexual ecstasy. Hal grunted, a lock of hair falling over his forehead and his teeth clenched as he controlled his own climax. Watching his wife climax was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him.
Rosie churned her ass with abandon and Hal slowed his thrusts. "What's the hurry?" he said. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Your cock feels so hard!" she sighed. "Has it always been this hard?"
He smiled tenderly and wiped the perspiration from her forehead. "Maybe not always, but it will be from now on."
"Oh, darling, you're making me come again."
"Did you mean what you said before about fucking you in the ass?"
"Yes. Do you want to do it now?"
"You bet."
He pulled his prick out of her pussy and tilted her ass up to expose her bung. She held her knees back and watched his face as he probed her tightly clenched butt-hole with the tip of his prick.
She was embarrassed at how easily her shitter opened up to accommodate his cock head. His spongy prick-knob surged inside her butt and then he stopped. Her asshole muscles clutching his cock head and he remained still for a moment, gazing with wonder at the lewd sight.
"It's in," he said.
"Yes, I know."
"Does it hurt?"
"A little." Actually it didn't hurt at all, but she didn't want him to know that.
"Does it feel good?"
"It's great, baby."
"Can you take the rest now?"
"I'll try, but take it easy. Your cock is so damn hard, you might kill me." He had such a look of pride on his face, she didn't want to spoil his fun. She'd had bigger cock s in her asshole hundreds of times.
Now he sucked in his breath as he worked the rest of his prick into her bung. He lurched forward steadily and Rosie made a big fuss about how big he was and how good it felt.
She wiggled her ass and let him see her tits wobble around. She wrapped her fingers around his neck, and whispered obscenities to him.
"Ass fucker!" she hissed.
"It's almost in," he said.
"Motherfucking ass fucker, stick it in there and fuck me!"
Hal's excitement mounted when she closed her tight asshole-muscles around the flared rim under his knob. "It's real tight, baby," he said, with wonderment in his voice.
And then he was in and he worked his cock forcefully in and out of her shitter. He leaned over and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and chomped on the nub while his cock remained lodged inside her bung.
"Is it good for you?" he said.
"The best."
He sawed his blood-engorged dick in and out of her stretched butt-hole with rhythmic strokes. She wiggled her ass and hips as his stiff dick surged inside her. She no longer pretended. It felt damn good. It felt better than a cock had felt in months.
Soon his prick was flying in and out of her loosened asshole. He grunted and sucked noisily on her tits. Rosie shrieked obscenities now and meant them She had never had such a wonderful fucking.
She thought about all the other men who had fucked her in the ass. None of them compared with Hal. Maybe it was because she loved him and despite their differences, she knew he loved her. Maybe it was love after all that made it all worth while.
Still, she wasn't sorry she'd become a cheating wife. She knew instinctively that cheating had made her appreciate Hal. All the lying and subterfuge made fucking with Hal so much better. It was so wonderful not to be afraid of being caught. It felt so free not to worry about someone telling Hal about her promiscuity. And most important, if she hadn't cheated on Hal he probably wouldn't have changed. If he hadn't sensed she was unhappy, he'd still be the selfish lover he'd been before.
"Have I told you lately I love you?" he panted now.
"You don't have to, stud. I know you do."
"I wanna tell you anyway, Rosie," he said.
"I'm listening."
He stroked her hair and kissed her gently, his prick imbedded in her asshole. "I love you, honey."
After three more strokes, they came simultaneously and the orgasm was the most intense Rosie had ever experienced. They lay together for a long time, kissing and fondling and talking about the future. Rosie knew she might cheat again in the future. There was no telling when she'd feel the need for something different in her life. But she knew she'd never be the same. She and Hal were together forever. For the rest of their lives.
