Sherry Blake pushed her husband's legs apart and felt for his cock.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he grumbled, his eyes glued to the television set as her hand searched around his pants.
The brunette sighed as her eager fingers found his limp prick. Chuck was decidedly not turned on. She ran her hand up and down his crotch, determined to take his attention away from the football game.
"I'm horny," she said, struggling with the zipper of his fly.
"Come on, Sherry," he said, reaching for his beer. "You're always horny. This is an important game."
She managed to unzip his fly and reach inside for his still-limp cock. She closed her fingers around his moist velvety pole and thought about how it used to be in the early days of their marriage.
That's a laugh, she thought. Married a year and I'm thinking about the good old days.
She squeezed his dick and stroked his thighs and, disinterested though he was, his prick began to stiffen. Thank God for that, she thought. I can still get to him.
She fondled his balls and thought about the old days when they'd been high school sweethearts. Chuck had been her first and only love and she sometimes wondered if it had been a good idea to marry the first man she had ever fucked. Her older sisters had told her she was making a mistake. Especially Peg. And Peg ought to know. She had married right out of high school too. That was eight years ago and now she was saddled with three kids and a husband who fucked every woman in town except his own wife.
Sherry vowed she wouldn't let that happen to her. She had no intention of having babies. At least not for a while. She was too young and too eager to experience the world to be stuck with a houseful of brats.
Chuck's cock pulsed against her fingers now and she felt a shiver of excitement. When he was in the mood he was a wonderful lover. She loved his body too. She hoped all the beer he'd been drinking lately wouldn't make him flabby.
She suddenly released his dick and pulled her sweater over her head. She had terrific tits. Big and round and firm with rosy-pink nipples. Big nipples. And very sensitive. They never failed to turn Chuck on in the old days. She glanced up at him now to see his response, but there wasn't any. His eyes were still glued to the television screen and he was muttering something about a touchdown.
But she had no intention of stopping now. She fumbled with the front of her bra. Her pretty pink lace half-bra that Chuck used to love to open. The tiny cups fell away now and her huge tits bounced free, but he never even noticed.
Damn him! the horny young wife thought. Is this what the rest of my life is going to be like?
Now she reached up and nimbly unbuckled his belt. He ignored her and in a moment his pants gaped open. She gazed at his thick dark crotch hair and leaned her cheek against his thigh. A tiny drop of clock-slime brimmed in his jizz-slit and she smeared it over his cock-head.
"Block that kick, you fucker!" Chuck shouted, reaching again for his beer.
Sherry held his slowly hardening man-meat in her hand and trembled. She no longer cared that he was ignoring her. Her cunt creamed and her tits throbbed as she squeezed his purplish satiny flesh. Oh, shit! she thought.
His prick jerked in her hand and for an instant she held it against her tits. There were so many things she'd never done. So many things she'd heard about, but never experienced.
She gripped her husband's cock-root and thought about some of the things her sisters had told her. Susan had the most extensive experience. She'd gotten married only a year before Sherry and had fooled around a lot. She told Sherry about things that the younger girl never knew existed, and now she thought about some of their conversations and her cunt spasmed.
She wondered what it would feel like to have Chuck's cock insider her asshole. Susan had told her it was the most exciting thing in the world. Once you get it in the asshole, you'll never want it in the cunt again, she had said. But Sherry couldn't imagine it. Chuck's cock was so long and thick and her asshole was so tiny and sensitive. But still, it might be fun to try.
She hunched up on her knees now and jiggled her tits in front of Chuck's face. She leaned over and let her boobs dance barely an inch away from his mouth.
"Get out of the way, babe," he said. "This is a vital moment."
It's a vital moment, all right! she thought, dropping back to her knees. She brought her mouth close to his prick and stared at his big mushroom-shaped knob. She brushed her lips over his thick shaft and smiled when he groaned. Finally got to him, she thought smugly.
He grunted again when she ran her moist full lips over his cockknob. Then with a tiny animal groan, she sucked his big cockhead into her mouth and closed her lips over the flared rim.
"Jesus Christ, Sherry!" he muttered, sinking back against the cushion of the chair. "You just can't wait, can you?"
She nodded her head as she felt his dick swell and jerk inside her mouth. She moved the crimson ring of her lips over his shaft, pressing down firmly as she nibbled.
Chuck sucked in his breath and swore, but continued watching the television screen. "One more down," he muttered through clenched teeth. "Go get 'em, you bastards!"
Sherry was so excited now she paid no attention. She hungrily slid her lips up and down his rock-hard cockshaft. Her pussy creamed and her clit throbbed and she knew if she kept it up she'd come just from sucking his dong.
Then, amazingly, Chuck reached down and touched her hair and neck and finally her tits. He groaned as she released his dick from her lips and ran her tongue over his balls.
"What are you doing?" he grunted as she pushed his legs up and exposed his asscrack.
"You'll see," she said as she licked inside his asscrease and found his shitter.
He grabbed her hair and pulled when she slammed her tongue inside heir asshole. "Jesus Christ!" he roared as her tongue explored his buttery-soft ass-channel.
She knew she was driving him wild. She pumped his prick as she tongued his butt-hole. She didn't know what had made her do it, but she instinctively tongue-fucked his shitter and loved every moment of it.
Meanwhile Chuck squirmed around on the chair, his eyes closed tight and his mouth contorted with lust. Her tongue remained lodged in his shit-chute, darting here and there as it drove him wild.
The pungent taste of his brownie was thrilling. The idea that she was exploring his most intimate hole turned her on even more. There was something obscene and lewd about sticking her tongue inside the tunnel which expelled shit. There was something so raunchy and wanton about it. She inhaled the combined aroma of sweat and man-flesh as her tongue finally snaked out of his asshole and caressed his balls.
"Get it in your mouth!" he hissed, holding her head and jamming his prick between her lips.
He forced his entire dick into her mouth and she felt her lips stretch wide as his cock-knob teased her windpipe. Before she knew it he pulled out, leaving only his big mushroomy head inside her mouth.
"You wanted it, now suck!" he said, moving his hips back and forth as he fucked her face.
She pulled and sucked on his dick, her tits pressed against the rough fabric of the chair.
She was happy now. Chuck rammed his cock deep inside her throat and she moved her hands over his ass and held him tightly against her.
"Sherry, I'm gonna come!" he growled.
She didn't care. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She never got tired of having his spunk flood her throat and pour out of the corners of her mouth.
And in a moment she got her wish. He shot his load, filling her mouth with thick salty jism. She drank it down eagerly, savoring the taste and texture of his man-juice and releasing him only when his balls were completely drained.
She slowly released his dick from her mouth and looked up at him. When she saw his face, her heart stopped. He reached over for his beer and once again began concentrating on the television screen.
"Block that kick, you shit-heels!" he shouted, gulping down a mouthful of beer. "When are you bastards gonna learn how to play?"
Sherry leaned against his legs, her heart pounding and her pussy twitching. It wasn't fair! She was too young to live like this! Too young and too horny!
She lay down on the floor then and slid her jeans off her feet. Chuck paid no attention as she rolled her panties over her jutting triangle of hair and lightly ran her fingers over her inner thighs.
"Touch me," she moaned, gazing up at him with imploring eyes. "Please, honey, touch my pussy!"
She widened her legs and tugged at his hand, but he ignored her.
"Block that kick," he muttered, his eyes riveted on the screen.
She moved both hands over her wet cunt-muff. She held the thick lips of her pussy apart and writhed around on the rug. She pushed a finger around the pink slippery flesh of her snatch. She moved it inside her hot oozing cunthole and sent it in knuckle-deep.
She forgot about Chuck and the football game and everything else as she slid a second finger inside her twat. Yes, that's good! she thought. Fill it up! Fill it up and stretch it wide! God, that's good!
But it wasn't good enough. She brought her knees up to her tits and squirmed her ass on the rug as she finger-fucked her cunthole. Chuck rose up and went to the kitchen for another beer, stepping over her as he sat down again.
The lips of her pussy split open each time she sent her fingers deep inside her juiced-up tunnel. Her dark silken cunthair was drenched with her woman-juice and her fingers made squishing sounds with every stroke.
She felt for her clit and rubbed one finger over the erect little button. Oh, God, just one good orgasm and I'll be able to sleep! she thought.
She humped her ass up and down, pretending Chuck's prick was sliding in and out of her cunthole. She imagined his cock was filling her wet slit and rubbing against her clit with every stroke.
"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!" the lust-crazed young wife wailed.
"Block that kick!" Chuck yelled at the television screen.
"Oh, dear God, fuck me!" she moaned.
She stabbed her fingers in and out of her overheated twat.
"Inside me! Inside me! Oh, God, stick it inside me!" she yelled.
Her cunt closed around her fingers and pulled them inside. She shivered and sobbed as her digits flew over her succulent pussy-meat. Again and again she shot her fingers in and out of her spasming cunt-tube.
She came then, her body arching up off the floor and stiffening as she convulsed in an orgasm.
"Kiss it!" she gasped, humping up and down in the age-old fucking motion. "Kiss it! Lick it! Oh, God, yes, fuck it and lick it!"
She finally collapsed against the rug, her legs wide apart and the hot musky fragrance of her cunt filling the room. She closed her eyes then and turned her back on Chuck.
Her sisters had been right. She had married too young. Chuck was a good husband in many ways, but she was too young to live like this. Peg and Susan had suggested she get a job and maybe they were right. Not that Sherry had any desire to work. She liked her life the way it was. Having lunch with her girlfriends and playing tennis in warm weather wasn't a bad way to live. She didn't mind cooking and cleaning the house. But still, maybe a part-time job would add some excitement to her life. Maybe then she wouldn't mind so much that Chuck wasn't as interested in fucking as she'd have liked.
That's it, she thought. I'll get a job and then by the end of the day I'll be too tired to care about fucking.
She sat up then and leaned against Chuck's legs. She pressed her cheek against his thighs and gazed up at him. She waited for a commercial break before broaching the subject of a job.
"I think I'll get a job," she said softly when the commercial came on.
"That's not a bad idea, honey," he said, sipping his beer and absently stroking her hair. "Just as long as you have dinner ready on time, I don't care what you do." He chuckled.
She reached for his cock and he grunted. "You're not starting that again, are you?"
She said nothing, but continued squeezing his damp prick. She'd get him hard again if it killed her!
She pushed down on his dick-root and thought about what kind of job she would seek. She went over in her mind what skills she had and decided they were minimal. She could type a little, but hated it. She could file, but didn't want to. She didn't want to wait table, but being a restaurant hostess might be fun.
She stroked his prick and squeezed his balls. I could be a receptionist, she thought. She knew she was pretty with her long dark hair and slanted blue eyes fringed by thick sooty lashes. Ever since she'd reached puberty she'd known men were attracted to her. When she walked down the street she liked to play a game to see how many men gazed back after her. Her full hips swayed seductively and her long shapely legs never failed to draw attention. And receptionists were always good-looking. It wouldn't matter that she couldn't do much else. She could always smiled sweetly and push out her tits.
She reached over and once again ran her tongue over his cock-knob. She savored the tangy taste of his dick. She grew excited immediately, wild tremors running down her spine.
She brushed her lips over his cockshaft and licked up his whitish spunk. She lodged her tongue-tip against his piss-slit. Then she squeezed his cockhead with her fingers and watched his tiny hole open up in front of her eyes.
She moved her fingers back to the base of his dick and fondled his soft hair-covered balls. She leaned down and ran her lips over his nuts, loving the feel of his cock-fuzz tickling her chin.
She gathered a mouthful of saliva and dribbled it over his balls. He groaned as she licked it up with long strokes of her tongue.
She gathered his asscheeks in her hands and searched around until she found his asshole. She snaked a finger into his shit-tube as she hungrily clamped her lips down over his half-hard prick.
He stuck a handful of potato chips into his mouth and held her head firmly against his prick. "That's right, baby," he said. "You want another mouthful of come, you'll get it."
She sucked insistently on his dick and squeezed his nuts. Her pussy creamed and churned as she swept her lips and tongue over his fuck-stick.
She trailed her tongue slowly over his ball-sac and pumped his cock with her fingers. She slipped her lips back over his knob while her fingers flew up and down his shaft.
Chuck continued chewing the potato chips, holding her head with one hand and a can of beer with the other. "When are you guys gonna learn how to play football?" he growled.
She sucked in a frenzy now and he groaned as his cock began to stiffen in her mouth. Her cunthole contracted, opening and closing, hungry to be filled.
He sawed his dick in and out of her mouth now and she took it all without flinching. When the first blast of come shot into her throat, she gurgled and bobbed her head furiously. She sucked the spunk out of his fuck-tube as he continued to ram his prong in and out of the ring of her lips.
She clamped her lips tightly over his throbbing cock and it soon deflated in her mouth. She lifted her head as his prick slid out of her glistening lips and once again nestled against his crotch.
A trail of thick white jizz ran down her chin as she looked around for her clothes. She picked them up and rose up, walking upstairs to the master bedroom without saying a word to her husband.
She took a quick shower and climbed into bed with the want-ad section of the newspaper. There were several jobs for receptionists and she circled them. Damn Chuck and his damn football games! She'd get a job and show him she could have interests too. Interests that didn't include him!
CHAPTER TWO
"Mr. Porter will be with you in just a moment," the gum-chewing little blonde giggled. "You here for the receptionist job?"
Sherry pulled her skirt down over her knees and nodded at the girl.
"Well, you'll probably get it," the big-titted girl said. "You've got everything old-man Porter likes."
She glanced down at her own big jugs and winked at Sherry. "They're good for a nice paying job and regular promotions. I oughta know. I'm moving up to the P.R. department myself."
She swirled around in her chair and fixed her stockings.
"A girl's gotta use everything she's got nowadays," she continued.
Just then a buzzer sounded and the blonde picked up the phone.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Porter," she said, nodding at Sherry. "Go through that door, honey," she said as Sherry rose up and crossed the room. "And don't be nervous. He's gonna love you!"
Sherry nervously opened the door and walked into a large plushly furnished office. A man with his back to the door was sitting at a huge wooden desk and she stood still, afraid to move.
"Come in, come in," he said, turning to face her. "My, you're a pretty one," he grinned. "What's your name, honey?"
"My name is Sherry Blake," she said, taking a seat across from him.
"And you're applying for the receptionist job, aren't you?" he said.
"Yes, sir," she said.
Everything had happened so quickly. She'd gotten up early this morning and started answering ads. This one had sounded the best and she wanted to be sure she had a chance at it. The girl who'd answered the phone, probably the little blonde, had told her to get right over. They wanted to fill the job right away.
Sherry had dressed quickly but carefully, wearing a tight black sweater and slim skirt and high-heeled black pumps. She'd washed her hair and let it hang down in soft curly ringlets around her face. She'd only had time for a light makeup job, but she knew that was enough, with her creamy skin and pink cheeks.
Now she faced Mr. Porter with confidence that she looked good. But still she was nervous. There were plenty of pretty girls around and this was a good job.
"When can you start?"
"Pardon me?" she said, startled out of her reverie.
"The job is yours, honey," he chuckled. "When can you start? Right away, I hope."
"Well, I don't know, I guess so," she stammered.
He rose up then and moved swiftly around the desk to her side. "I'll bet you think I'm just a dirty old man?" he said, taking her hand and urging her to stand up without waiting for an answer.
Her knees shook as she got to her feet and followed him across the room. His eyes feasted on her tits and legs before he finally settled into a leather easy chair.
She began to sink down onto a sofa, but he stopped her. "No, don't sit down yet," he said. "Walk around for me. I want to see how you move."
His lips curled in a lewd smile as she slowly walked around the room. Her hips shifted back and forth and her tits wobbled in her tiny half-bra.
"Do you like to fuck?" he said then, and Sherry's eyes widened.
"Pardon me?" she gasped.
"Do you like to fuck?" he repeated. "Sit down now, I've seen all that's necessary. You look puzzled so I'll explain myself."
Sherry gratefully sank down onto the sofa and met his eyes.
"Did my question shock you?" he said.
"Well, I don't know if you know that I'm married," she said.
"Who isn't?" he snickered. "The reason I asked if you like to fuck was just to see if you're poised under fire," he said. "At that desk out there," he said, pointing at the door, "you're going to meet a lot of smart-asses and I wanted to see if you could handle them." He grinned broadly then and licked his lips. "I think you can, right?"
"Right," she said, feeling strange familiar sensations in her pussy.
He moved over to the sofa then and sank down next to her. "By the way, do you like to fuck?" he said.
She felt her cunt perk and decided to play his game. "Yes, I do," she said, gazing into his eyes. "I like it a lot."
He draped his arm around her shoulder and roared. "I love an honest girl," he said, pressing his thigh against hers. " Now Sherry began to feel a little uncomfortable. It was one thing to talk the game, but quite another to play it. And she didn't know if she was prepared to play it. It had never occurred to her to cheat on Chuck. Get a job and fill her time, but not fuck around.
Mr. Porter leaned closer and grabbed one tit.
"Mr. Porter, please!" she stammered.
"Don't play hard to get with me," he said, squeezing her jug and pinching her nipple. "I can tell a hot number when I see one."
"Please, let go!" she gasped, struggling to get away, but finding herself drawn closer against him.
"You love it, I can tell," he said, clamping his thick lips over hers. "Oh, baby, you taste so damn good!" he said, spearing his tongue into her mouth.
"Shall I hold your calls?" the little blonde called out through the door.
"Yes!" he shouted back.
"I think maybe I better go," Sherry said, pushing her skirt over her knees.
"Not yet," he said, holding her face and drilling his tongue back into her mouth.
She felt the room go around in circles as she returned his hot wet kiss. This is crazy, she thought. I love my husband. I don't even know this man and here I am kissing him back! Oh, God, this is crazy!
But her body responded, even as her mind told her it was wrong. She stopped struggling against him and closed her arms around his neck as he moved his hand under her skirt and found the crotch of her panties.
"Oh, hot little baby," he murmured, snaking his fingers inside the elastic of her bikinis. "Hot wet cunt. Oh, yeah, sweet pussy!"
She kicked off her shoes and brought her feet up on the sofa. His hands moved insistently around inside her crotch, tangling around her wet cunt-bush.
"Get these things off!" he hissed.
"Oh, Mr. Porter, I don't know!" she sighed.
"Call me Miles, honey," he said, releasing her and sitting back.
Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. His hot eyes flickered back and forth over her nylon-covered crotch and her throbbing tits. Her beating heart caused her boobs to wobble around as she thought about the gravity of the situation.
"You've never cheated on your husband, have you?" he said, running his hands up and down her thighs.
"Why, no, I haven't," she admitted, her eyes on the floor.
"And you think God will strike you dead if you do?" he smiled, stroking her skin until she thought she'd swoon.
"I was raised to be a faithful wife," she whimpered.
"Does your husband satisfy you?" he said, his fingers reaching inside her crotch and once again teasing her cunt-fuzz.
"Well, sometimes," she stammered.
"Only sometimes," he smiled.
"Most of the time."
"Seldom," he said dryly.
"Oh, this is terrible," she said when his finger slid inside her slit and caressed her cunt-tissues.
"It feels pretty good to me," he snickered, moving his finger to her clit.
She came then, the intensity of the climax shattering her composure.
When she lay back against the sofa whimpering, he grabbed her hand and placed it over his crotch. "Touch my cock!" he hissed.
"What?" she gasped.
"Play with my dick. Here. Unzip my fly. Take it out and play with it."
"I think I better go," she said, struggling to free herself.
He pushed her back down onto the sofa and held her hand in a vise-like grip. "There's no such thing as a free lunch," he said, forcing her fingers up and down his crotch. "Now be a good girl and unzip my fly and play with my prick."
She realized there was no use struggling. He was stronger than she and she had to do what he asked. Her eyes shut tight, she tugged at his zipper and pulled it down.
"Now, get that pretty hand on my dick!"
She reached inside his fly and fished around for his fuck-stick. She felt as though she'd been struck by lightning when her fingers touched his cock.
"That's right, honey, you're doing just fine," he said. "Now just wrap your fingers around it and move them up and down. That's nice, just like that."
Sherry curled her fingers around his half-hard rod and gingerly moved his velvety cockskin up and down. "A little harder," he said. She pumped harder, her eyes still shut tight. "This is terrible," she sighed, her fingers flying up and down his shaft.
But her heart pounded with excitement and her pussy creamed. For some crazy reason this 'man turned her on. She didn't know him and certainly didn't like him, but his dominance thrilled her.
"It feels pretty good to me," he snickered, releasing her free hand and hunching his pants down to his knees. "Play with my balls too."
She opened her eyes then and gazed at his prick. It had stiffened and thickened and she opened her mouth in surprise at the size of it.
He noticed her expression. "You like it, don't you?" he said. "Just play with the old fuckpole and I'll give you a fucking you'll never forget."
Sherry continued pumping his dick. She decided it was as thick as her wrist. Maybe thicker. It wasn't as long as Chuck's, but it was much thicker. Now the slit in the middle of his silken cock-knob was drooling out a drop of colorless juice.
"Get your mouth on it," he muttered, pushing her head down to his crotch. "Suck my cock real good and maybe I'll give you a treat."
The horny housewife no longer thought about the consequences. She was too turned on to care that she was a married woman with a faithful husband. She was being ruled by her pussy now and did as he commanded.
She eagerly opened her mouth and closed her lips over his big cockhead. He groaned and grabbed her ears to prevent her escaping. But she no longer wanted to get away. Her senses reeled with the taste and smell of his lovely maleness.
Her tits throbbed and her cunt creamed as she sucked gluttonously on the head of his prick. She swirled her tongue around and around his pink spongy meat and drank down his fuck-cream.
She let his cock-knob slide over her tongue and then for just a moment she swallowed it into her throat. He released her ears and laced his fingers into her hair then as he fucked her mouth.
"Suck my dick," he murmured, moving his hips back and forth.
She let her teeth scrape lightly over his fuckpole. She bit and nibbled the knob of his cock and ran her moist lips up and down his thick stalk.
She moved her fingers up and down his cockshaft as she eagerly suctioned in his cockhead. She fondled his balls with her free hand and occasionally moved her hand back to his ass.
He grunted and she thought he wanted her to move faster so she whipped her fist up and down his fuckpole. He grabbed her wrist and made her slow down and then continued ramming his cock in and out of her lips.
"Slow down, honey," he said. "Where's the fire?"
Suddenly he moved out of her grasp and cupped her tits. He pushed her sweater up to her neck and began nuzzling her bra-covered boobs.
"I wish we had more time," he muttered, sucking her nipples though the lace of her bra. "You've really got a pair here."
He pulled her huge globes out of her bra and his eyes sparkled as he gazed at her naked jugs. He extended his tongue then and ran it around her twin peaks. He flicked her nipples and made them dance. Her tits tingled with lust and Sherry was glad when he turned his attention to her cunt.
"Let me suck that pretty thing before I fuck you," he said. "Spread your legs nice and wide and let me heat you up."
Sherry knew she didn't need heating up, but she lay back and spread her legs. He crouched between her thighs and in a moment his hot mouth was pressed against the wet crotch of her panties.
She thought it was rather strange that he still hadn't removed her panties, but his mouth felt good nuzzling her through the nylon.
He placed his hands under her lush asscheeks and pushed the crotch of her bikinis aside. Her wet hairy cunt was totally exposed now and he ran his lips up and down her shimmering slit.
"What a meal!" he smirked. "It's as wet and juicy as a waterfall. Let me just get my mouth on that sweet snatch."
Her cunt was inflamed as she writhed around on the cushion. She was impatient to have him begin, so she grabbed his head and pulled his mouth against her.
He moved back and chuckled. "And just a few minutes ago you were worried about not getting to heaven!"
Now he abruptly grabbed the elastic band of her panties and ripped the nylon off her body.
Then he rose up and stepped out of his pants.
"Come on over here," he said, tugging at her hand.
"Where?" she said, totally bewildered by his actions.
"Here, against the wall."
"The wall?"
"Stop asking so many fucking questions and just do what I say!"
He pulled her over to the far wall and pressed up against her.
"Put your arms around my neck," he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he held her ass. He bent his knees then and used one hand to push the bulbous tip of his cock against her hot hairy hole.
"Spread your legs wider apart," he grunted. She spread her legs and felt his thick ramrod-stiff prick slide inside her body. She wiggled her ass against the wall and thrust her cunt forward to meet his dick. She arched her back and tightened her grip on his neck.
And then his cock was deep inside her cunthole. She trembled and met his gaze. Because he was hunched over she had to look down to meet his eyes. He leaned over and sucked a mouthful of tit into his mouth and pulled half his dick out of her gash.
"You like it?" he said, and Sherry could only gurgle and sigh.
In fact it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. Fucking with Chuck had never been like this. She felt totally filled with man-meat. Mr. Porter's dick was in so deep she almost felt it in her ass and stomach.
Her mouth was dry and she ran her nails over his arms as he stroked in and out of her twat. His thick prong stretched her pussy-hole deliciously. With each thrust, she felt like she had a huge steel rod embedded in her belly.
Her thighs quivered as she swayed back and forth to meet his strokes.
"Oh, yesssss! Give me all of it! Fuck me!"
"That's the girl!" he said as her cuntwalls gripped his dick. "You are one hot bitch!"
She came then, dragging the juice right out of his nuts. She held on to his neck as her cunt convulsed. His cock made lewd noises as it drilled in and out of her heavily juiced twat.
He held her hips then and fucked her in a frenzy. His cock rammed in and out of her snatch and she came again, clinging to him helplessly. She thought her pussy-lips would split in two when he shot off. He filled her fucked-out cunt with thick hot cream before his twitching dick slid out of her body.
"Can you start tomorrow?" he panted, scrambling into his pants and fixing his tie.
"I'm not sure," she said, gasping for breath. "I'll have to discuss it with my-husband."
CHAPTER THREE
Sherry decided not to accept the job working for Miles Porter.
When she returned home that afternoon, she took a hot shower and tried to drive the whole episode from her mind. It didn't work. Again and again her mind kept returning to the exquisite and wild fuck.
She began dinner, her mind filled with thoughts of fucking and sucking. She'd never realized fucking could be like that. Chuck had led her to believe that everyone fucked in bed, usually with the man on top. Now she knew that wasn't so. Many people did a lot of other things. Mysterious and crazy things that she wanted to try before she died.
She stuck the roast in the oven and returned to the want-ad section of the newspaper. There was another ad that had looked promising and she quickly dialed the number.
The girl at the other end told her the job hadn't yet been filled and told her to be there at ten o'clock the following morning. Sherry found out it was an insurance company and they needed a receptionist right away. The one they'd had had eloped suddenly and they were desperate.
Sherry assured the girl on the phone she'd be there promptly at ten and then return to the kitchen. She tossed a salad, trying to ignore her twitching pussy.
One of her sisters had once told her that the more fucking a girl got the more she wanted. Sherry hadn't believed it at the time, but now she did. She'd had her brains fucked out just this morning and she wanted more.
She ran upstairs and stretched out on the bed, determined to have one good orgasm before Chuck arrived home. She had just slid two fingers into her gash when she heard the front door open and Chuck's footsteps on the stairs.
"Damn!" she muttered under her breath as she scrambled up from the bed and wiped her hands on the spread, wondering if he would suspect anything.
She grabbed a robe and wrapped it around her body. By the time Chuck walked into the room she looked totally composed.
He gave her a peck on the lips and asked her when dinner would be ready. "I've got a meeting tonight," he said.
She shrugged and returned to the kitchen. She set the table and took the roast out of the oven. She tried to forget her horny snatch, concentrating on chewing her food twenty times when they sat down to eat.
It didn't help. By the time Chuck left for his meeting she was desperate and spent the rest of the evening masturbating.
The next morning she arrived at the insurance company at nine-forty-five. The girl in the office looked up and smiled. "You're in like Flynn," she said. "Rex loves promptness. Here. Fill this out."
Sherry assumed Rex was the boss and she nervously lit a cigarette as she filled out the form. When the girl behind the desk told her to go in, Sherry sashayed through the door and wondered what this interview would bring.
Rex Blackburn looked about thirty-five, with a barrel chest and a virile body. He perched on the edge of his desk and glanced down at her application.
"I'll be with you in a minute," he mused.
Sherry absently swung her foot and thought about Chuck, averting her eyes from Rex Blackburn's athletic frame. She wondered now whether Chuck had suspected anything. Then she decided she was being paranoid. There was no way of knowing that she'd been fucked black and blue yesterday.
When Chuck had arrived home, she'd pretended to be asleep. Then crazily enough he'd awakened her and they'd had their usual quickie. She didn't mind. She didn't get much out of it, but she didn't mind. Just having prick inside her cunt was nice.
Now she gazed at Rex Blackburn. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," she said. "I said, can you type?"
"Why, no," she said slowly, licking her lips. She was aware of his eyes on her tits as she stammered that she thought the job called for a receptionist.
"It does, but the more a girl can do around here the better it is," he said, glancing down at her legs.
Sherry let her skirt slide up a little higher on her thigh. She knew she needed all the help she could get and she was determined to get this job.
"Then I guess we can assume you can't take shorthand either?" he said.
She crossed and uncrossed her legs as she admitted he was right.
"Well, we can do without that too," he said, his eyebrows knotted as he again gazed at her application.
Sherry wondered what he was reading. It was a short form and since she'd never worked there wasn't much on it. She felt a trickle of cunt-juice ooze out of her pussy and found her eyes continually straying to Rex Blackburn's crotch.
He told her the job was hers if she wanted it. "Can you start right now?" he said gruffly. "We need Brenda for typing reports."
"Oh, yes!" she said.
He took her back to the reception room and the girl at the desk showed her the procedures. "Don't leave at five," Rex said, clearing his throat. "There's a few other things you ought to know and I don't have time to show you now. And call me Rex. We're informal here."
She smiled gratefully and told him it was no problem. Then she remembered what Chuck had said about getting dinner on the table on time so she dialed his number at work.
When she told him she'd gotten a job and would be home late, he told her it didn't matter. "I'll grab a hamburger and take in a movie," he said. "I don't want to ruin your career before it gets off the ground."
The rest of the day went quickly and Sherry found herself enjoying the working world. There wasn't much traffic in the office, but there were a lot of salesmen around and most of them were very friendly.
At five o'clock everyone poured out and Sherry found herself alone.
"Come on in, Sherry," Rex Blackburn called out. "First we'll have a drink and then we'll talk business."
He opened a drawer in his desk and brought out a bottle of scotch. "I hope you don't mind drinking it neat," he said. "We don't have any ice."
"I don't mind," she said, accepting the half-full glass and gulping down a mouthful of the strong liquid.
She choked then, and he quickly rose up and moved around the desk to hit her across the back. "I'm alright," she said, rising up with him. "It just went down the wrong way."
"I don't think you've got a wrong way," he said, drawing her into his arms. "I think you're gorgeous all over."
He planted his lips over hers and drilled his tongue into her mouth. Then for the second time in as many days, Sherry found herself cheating on her husband. And with a start, she realized it got easier each time.
She closed her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. He drank in her essence, stabbing his tongue in and out of her mouth before gently releasing her.
"Let's get these off," he said, holding her hips and bringing her closer to him.
He lifted her skirt and hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties. He chuckled at her startled expression. "We've both got limited time so I don't believe in wasting any," he said. "Some other time we'll play it romantic."
And then he tugged her panties off her ass and down to her ankles. She steadied herself by holding onto his shoulders as she stepped out of the wisp of nylon.
He glanced at her fur triangle and grinned. "You're a ripe piece," he said. "I knew it the minute I laid eyes on you."
He unbuckled his belt then and Sherry held her breath as he dropped his pants to the floor. His cock pushed his shorts out and in a moment he pushed the shorts to the floor too.
He stepped out of his clothes and grinned at the hot brunette. He pointed his prick in her direction and licked his lips. "You think you're going to like sucking this thing?" he said.
She stared at his dick and nodded her head. She gazed at his thick cock-bush and his big, already half-stiff prick. It jutted out and waved in front of his body. His balls were huge and covered with a thick coating of black fuzz. He swayed his hips and they swung back and forth.
"I'm sorry I don't have a sofa in here," he muttered, "but we'll have to make do.
He pumped his cock and gazed at her cunt. She stood with her skirt bunched up around her waist and her legs wide apart. His cockhead oozed whitish cream and his shaft throbbed as it grew.
"I don't mind," she finally whispered.
"You don't mind what?" he said.
"I don't mind your not having a sofa."
"You're a regular little cave-woman, huh?" he smiled. "Take your skirt off."
She dropped her skirt and unzipped it. In a moment she stood in front of him, naked from the waist down except for her garter-belt and stockings.
"Gorgeous!" he hissed. "Simply gorgeous. Play with yourself a while."
She slowly moved her fingers against her pussy and wiggled them around. She rubbed her fingertip over her clit and stabs of exquisite pleasure rippled through her body.
He watched her, smiling as he stroked his prick. He moved his hand from his dick-base to his cockhead. Sherry gazed at his huge purplish cock-knob and moaned. His piss-slit winked open and a gob of jizz oozed out.
He grabbed her hand then and wrapped it around his upthrust dick. She trembled as she stroked his meat, the feel of his hard dick causing her cunthole to spasm.
He rotated his hips as she pumped his cock. Then he pulled a chair around and he sank down. "Spread your legs more," he said, pulling her over his lap.
Her cunt gaped open and she mewled at the first touch of his cockhead on her naked pussy. She wiggled around and squirmed her hips as he jammed his prick against her moist fur-rimmed twat.
He held her ass and she sank down, her cunthole swallowing up his dick. "You think you're gonna like your job?" he said.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed.
She bounced up and down now, her feet planted on the floor and her cunt plunging down on his rod. He grabbed her tits then and squeezed right through the thin material of her sweater.
The burning heat of his stiff prong filled her cunt-walls and wedged into her belly. His cockshaft rasped against her clit and the horny young wife thought she'd go mad with desire.
She fucked up and down with jerky motions of her knees. Her thighs tensed and she had her first orgasm. She pumped up and down with abandon as the climax raged through her pussy.
"Hold it, I don't want to come yet," he grunted, pushing her off his lap. "Get over here on the desk," he said, tugging at her hand. "Right up here, honey."
She let him help her onto the desk and spread her legs. He brought the chair over and sat in front of her open gash. "I'm gonna have me a little taste first," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and moving his head between her thighs.
She arched her back and moaned, lifting her pussy to his mouth. Her belly convulsed as his eager tongue traced the outline of her thick outer pussy-lips.
He moved his hands to her assflesh as he dug his face into her hot wet slit. She felt his slick tongue slide through the jungle of her cunt-muff. He licked up her juices as he squeezed her ass.
He moved one hand to her tits and caressed her huge globes as he tongued her cunt. She grabbed his head and pulled him firmly against her. She gyrated her cunt and met his stroking tongue. She came again when his tongue-tip teased her clit.
And then suddenly he moved his mouth away from her swamp and forced his prick inside her lips. He held her lips closed over his huge dick and pushed in.
She ran her tongue over his slick cock and bobbed her head. She played with his balls, scraping her fingernails over the swollen eggs.
Abruptly, he moved away and yanked her off the desk. He pushed her over then, positioning her so that her ass was in the air and her tits pressed against the wood.
He crouched down behind her and squeezed her hips. Then he pushed her asscheeks apart and plunged his wet tongue up and down her asscrack.
He lapped up and down until her asscrease was soaked with his saliva. He pushed his tongue-tip against her puckered bung and forced it inside.
She squealed when his tongue made its en trance into her shitter. It was so lewd and exciting. She rested her cheek against her arm and craned her neck to watch him as he ravenously tongued her butt-hole.
He stroked her thighs, his cock stabbing her legs. He moved one hand around her waist and another into her puffy cunt. "You ever take it in the ass?" he said.
"No!"
"I'm gonna stick it in there," he said.
"Yes!" she hissed. "Do it!" She was wild with desire and lust.
"You're a hell of a sport," he chuckled. "It's gonna hurt for a minute," he said, mashing his cockhead around her cunt-pulp.
"I don't care!"
"Here goes!"
He ground his cock-knob around her asscrack. She held her breath as his bulbous cockhead pushed inside her tiny bung. She felt her shit-chute open up to accommodate his knob, finally giving way when he pushed inside.
For a moment the horrendous pain shattered her composure and she shrieked out loud. He stopped then and waited for her to stop shivering.
Then he thrust in again and she screamed, but this time he continued plunging in until his lust-filled dick was all the way inside her shitter.
She almost passed out then, but when the pain subsided she felt his balls wedged against her pussy and she moaned. Her face was contorted with lust and pain. She thought of her sister's words about how when she once had her asshole fucked she'd want it again and again. And her sister was right. Her cunt exploded in the first of a half-dozen climaxes and the hot-cunted brunette blacked out as she convulsed.
When she regained her senses, he continued plowing his dick in and out of her loosened bunghole. Her asshole clasped his cock now like a snug glove. She felt every ridge and vein on his prick and used her asshole muscles to caress him.
Now his rod moved more easily in and out of her tortured grommet. She moved her hips and squirmed her ass as she fucked back at his fuckpole. She whimpered as his stiff prong rampaged in and out of her depths.
Her soft buttery asshole sucked feverishly at his rod. The pain was all but gone, replaced entirely by wild and wonderful sensations that sent her reeling.
She was a bundle of lust now, insatiable passion that demanded to be satisfied. She had one orgasm after the other. At one point she turned her head to gaze at him and realized she was acting just like a whore. A wanton whore with her asshole filled with stiff male meat.
She bucked her ass and churned her hips as he stabbed her again and again. Her gaping thighs shook as he cried out and filled her shitter with thick hot wads of jism.
He reamed her asshole as he shot his load. He slapped his prick in and out of her brownie as he filled her bowels with hot jizz. Her asshole tightened, milking every drop of cream out of his balls.
When he finally eased his dick out of her butt, she collapsed onto the floor in an exhausted heap. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Rex dress and comb his hair.
She was still gasping for breath when he stood over her. "Lock the door when you leave, honey," he said, taking her hand and helping her up.
She blushed and had trouble meeting his eyes.
"You're not sorry, are you?" he said, fondling her hair.
"No, I guess not," she murmured.
"Don't be late tomorrow," he said as he strode to the door. "It's gonna be a busy day."
She dressed after he left and carefully turned out the lights. My God, what a slut I've become! she thought as she closed the door behind her. But how wonderful it is!
CHAPTER FOUR
Sherry loved her job. She spent a lot of time on the telephone taking down insurance claims. And she set up appointments for the salesmen. All the guys were friendly and Brenda, the company secretary, had become a good friend.
After she'd been there about a month, Rex asked her to help him entertain a potential client. "He's good for a big policy," Rex said, pinching her ass as she prepared to leave the office one day. "If you help out it's good for a nice bonus."
"My husband really doesn't like me to work late," Sherry said, her face turning crimson. Rex hadn't come on to her since that first time and the feel of his hand on her ass was making her pussy-juice flow.
"Tell him to grab a hamburger downtown," Rex hissed now, pulling her against his wide chest.
"But it's such short notice," Sherry mumbled.
"Not tonight," Rex murmured, biting her ear. "Tomorrow night."
"Well, I'll try," she said, moving out of his arms and grabbing her coat.
Rex gazed at her tits. She was breathing fast and her big jugs wobbled inside her sweater. "You don't get out of here now, I'll take a bite of those," he teased.
"I'll see what Chuck says," she smiled and walked out of the office.
That night Sherry decided to soften Chuck up in bed. If he'll let me, she thought. She fixed his favorite dinner of steak and baked potatoes. After dinner she showered and washed her hair and put on fresh make-up. She wore his favorite shortie pajamas which consisted of a tiny pair of bikini panties and a halter top, sheer and black. Then at nine o'clock she went downstairs and plopped into his lap.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he said, pushing her down onto the floor. "I'm trying to watch this game."
Sherry glanced at the television screen and sighed. It was a bowling tournament. "Will it be over soon?" she said.
He looked at her then and his eyes softened. He tousled her hair and absently caressed her tits. "Yeah, it won't be long, honey. Why don't you get into bed and wait for me. I'll be there soon. Start without me," he chuckled. "Get that little pussy nice and hot and when I get there I'll fuck you."
Thanks a heap, she thought to herself as she flounced off to the bedroom. She couldn't resist rubbing her pussy through the sheer material of the pajama bottom. God, she was wet!
She climbed into bed and slid her hand inside her panties as she read a magazine. She let her cuntlips grab the flimsy crotch of her pajamas and suck the material into the crack of her snatch. Eventually she heard the television set click off and Chuck's footsteps on the stairs. She deliberately left the crotch of her panties inside her gash and lay the magazine aside.
"You look ready for action," Chuck said as he walked into the room and stripped his clothes off.
The huge peaks of her tits jiggled around and she seductively wiggled her hips. "How'd you like to fuck, tall dark stranger?" she smiled.
Chuck stifled a yawn and finally climbed into the bed. "Don't mind if I do, lady," he said.
He moved over her and squeezed one of her tits. He kissed her, darting his tongue into her mouth. Hungry for fucking, she eagerly accepted his lips and sucked at his tongue-root. She ran her hands over his chest and belly and finally down to his still-soft cock.
He groaned as her soft hand closed over his limp prick. He pressed his face against her soft tits. He nibbled at her nipples and ran his tongue over her cleavage.
Sherry was breathing faster now. "Fuck me, honey," she moaned.
"I'm not hard yet," he said.
But even as he spoke his cock was beginning to stiffen.
He wound his arms around her and pulled her against him. "Sometimes I think I don't pay enough attention to you," he said.
He kissed her again, his lips coming down roughly on hers. "You wouldn't ever play around, would you?" he said, nibbling on the corner of her mouth.
"Oh, no!" she breathed, her heart pounding, "What makes you even say that?"
"Just teasing, honey," he said, pushing his tongue inside her hot mouth and pulling it out again. "I know you'd be the last girl in the world to step out on a guy."
He cupped her tits and Sherry breathed easier. He really trusts me, she thought as her nipples hardened under his touch. Oh, God, he really trusts me!
She continued pumping his cock until it was ramrod-stiff. It pulsed and jerked with each movement of her hand and her pussy felt inflamed at the feel of his velvet-skinned cylinder of flesh.
Her gash gaped open, the tiny piece of nylon embedded inside wet with her juices. "Bite my tits, honey," she moaned. "Suck my boobies. I love to have my tits sucked."
He untied her halter top and tossed it across the room. He hungrily sucked one taut nipple into his mouth and whipped it with his tongue.
Sherry moaned, happy at his apparent enthusiasm. Chuck hadn't made love to her like this for months. Maybe this was the beginning of a new phase in their marriage. Maybe now everything would be different.
"Oh, honey, that's wonderful," she said, as he went from one ripe tit to the other. "Do it, oh, God, do it!"
I won't go out with Rex and his client tomorrow, she thought. Not now, I won't. Not when everything is going so well with Chuck.
She told herself that cheating a few times didn't count. No one could blame her and Chuck would never know. But now that things seemed to be changing, there was no reason for her to cheat again.
Meanwhile Chuck buried his face in the creamy pillows of her jugs. He licked her with a gluttony he hadn't displayed in months. She almost came when his teeth closed over her nipple and he bit down rather hard.
She thrust her tits up at his mouth, trying to ram her entire massive mound between his lips. But he released her tits and with one motion of his arm ripped her bikini panties off her ass.
Her cuntlips opened up like a flower. Her thighs, white and smooth, framed her curly dark female-bush. Tiny drops of dew sparkled on her muff as she squeezed his dick-root.
"Let me suck your cock, honey," she said, wrapping her legs around one of his. Her cuntlips opened up and she pressed her hairy wet slit against his leg. She lapped her tongue over his belly and chest and nibbled lightly at his nipples.
Her pussy leaked cunt juice, flooding his leg with thick gluey cream. She closed her lips over his fuckpole and sucked it in until all seven inches disappeared inside her mouth.
When she released it, she licked up his fuck-cream and lapped her tongue from his cock-base to his cockhead with long smooth strokes. Her excitement mounted as her tongue darted around his thick prong.
She tangled her fingers in his curly mass of cock-hair and slithered her tongue around his balls. His balls tightened under her touch and he grunted.
"Suck it," he said. "Suck my balls."
She puckered her lips and sucked one of his nuts into her mouth. She held it there and bathed it in her saliva-filled cave. She went from one ball to the other and then released his eggs and returned to his prick.
She closed her lips over his dick and took him deep inside her throat. His cock-bush tickled her nose as she bobbed her head up and down and face-fucked his cock.
She felt her cunt spasm and churn as she gluttonously sucked his dick.
"Don't stop, I'm gonna come!" he said.
She released his dick with a plop and sat up. "No! No! I want you to fuck me!"
"Oh, shit!" he grunted, climbing onto his knees.
He flung himself over her and pushed her thighs apart. "Jesus, Sherry, you can kill a guy like that!"
He squeezed his dick-root and moved his cock-knob against her seething gash. She reached over and tried to grab his cock, but he shoved her hand away.
"I'll do it!" he hissed.
His prick was at the socket of her slime-coated slit now and her outer lips were wide open. He lurched forward and stuffed his mushroom inside her tight hole.
Her lathered pussy sucked it up and Sherry squealed with lust as he began to fuck her. He stroked his dick deep inside her cunt-tube. She was glad her cunt was still tight. She knew lots of women had loose pussies and she never wanted to be one of them. When a woman had a baby her cunt usually got big. Big enough to drop a dump truck in, she'd once heard someone say. Well, that wasn't going to happen to her. If she ever did have a baby, she'd make sure the doctor sewed her up again, good and tight.
Now she reveled in the feel of his stiff fuckpole filling her twat. She wiggled her ass and grabbed his hips as she met his thrusts. This was the best fucking he'd given her for months and she relished every wonderful sensation.
She loved the way his cock parted her overheated cuntlips with every thrust. She loved the way his prick rasped over her clit and slid through the tangled hairs of her twat.
Again and again he plowed into her depths and it felt like the Chuck of their honeymoon when he'd been eager to please her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bucked her hips. His solid hunk of male-meat screwed in and out of her and she knew her orgasm would soon overwhelm her.
He grabbed her asscheeks then and squeezed as they bounced up and down on the mattress. And he took her breath away as he plunged his cock in and out of her succulent slit.
She raked her fingernails over his arms and shoulders. He churned his dick into her tight hot cunthole, moving faster now as their excitement mounted.
The intensity of the fucking overwhelmed her senses. Her hair flew around her shoulders and framed her face on the pillow. He grunted now in what Sherry recognized as pre-orgasmic sounds.
Her ripe tits bounced around with every movement of their bodies.
"Suck my tits!" she gasped, and he lowered his head and sucked one of her boobs into his mouth.
"Use your tongue!" she said, holding his head firmly against her jugs.
He slobbered his tongue over her tit flesh and bit down on her nipple. Her cunt erupted then, clamping down on his pounding fuck-stick. She arched up, expecting him to come too, but he didn't. He continued nursing her tits and slamming his prong in and out of her seething hole.
Her steaming cunt milked his dick, but still he didn't come. She felt his cockhead swell inside her and humped her ass as she draped her legs over his shoulders.
She tossed her head from side to side as another orgasm rippled through her body. Cunt juice poured out of her pussy and his cock made squishing sounds as it drilled in and out of her twat.
"Oh, honey, what a fuck!" she howled as she locked her ankles around his neck. "Don't stop fucking!"
"I can't keep it up much longer!" he grunted, pounding her pussy until she thought he'd split her in two.
She moved her legs to his waist and bucked her way through another climax. His cock crashed in and out of her slit with powerful thrusts.
Her cunt contracted around his prick and she knew he would blast off soon. She sank her teeth into his arm and bit down as she came again.
"There's nothing like a good fuck!" Chuck said. "But don't expect this all the time, baby."
"Why not?" she gasped.
"It'd kill me for a steady diet!"
"Let me get on top and do the work for a while."
"Okay, if you want to," he said.
They rolled around and in a moment Sherry was on top. She sat straight up, his cock encased in her cunt. She sat perfectly still for a minute and gave him a chance to catch his breath. His eyes were closed and she knew he was using all his control to keep from coming.
After a while he opened his eyes. "Okay, honey," he said. "Move."
"Wait," she said.
She had a sudden idea and released his cock from her cunt. She crouched down between his legs then and closed her lips over his cunt juice-coated cockhead.
"Shit, Sherry, what the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm sucking you clean before we finish," she said. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"How can you do that?" he said. "My cock's just been inside you."
"It's my own cunt," she said. "There's nothing dirty about it."
She lapped her tongue over his fuck-stick. The taste of her own juice was strange, but not unappealing. Still, Chuck gazed at her as though she'd lost her mind.
"It's disgusting," he finally muttered.
She ran her tongue up and down his thick stalk of meat and sucked up the juices clinging to it. She ran her tongue around his balls and sucked them lovingly into her mouth.
"Fuck, I don't know how you can stand it," he said.
She realized then that Chuck was still inhibited. That hadn't changed. And maybe it never would. But still, if he fucked her regularly as he did tonight she wouldn't complain.
She sank the ring of her lips halfway down his fuckpole and thought about what she would tell Rex tomorrow. She decided to tell him she simply was no longer going to cheat on her husband. She would tell him things had changed between them, improved, and he would just have to find someone else to entertain his client. Because she knew the entertainment would consist of fucking. She was no longer naive. She'd learned a lot since she'd been working. Men didn't take women out to dinner unless they planned on fucking. At least not married men and women. And she didn't know many single people anymore. Even Brenda had a husband somewhere.
Now the hot wife licked Chuck's prick clean, being careful not to bring him off. She decided she'd ask Brenda to take her place tomorrow night. She had a feeling Brenda and Rex had once been involved with one another. She could tell by the way they gazed at each other when they thought no one was looking. But as close as she and Brenda had become, the blonde hadn't confided in her about it.
Now she turned her attention back to Chuck. Tomorrow would take care of itself, She had a hot husband to keep happy tonight. She did love him after all, and she could always get another job.
She moved back to his cock then and sank her cunt over his prickhead. He grabbed her hips and squeezed her asscheeks. Her pussy burned with heat and it wasn't long before his dick was coated with her cream.
Her tight hot cunt clutched his meat. His prick slid high up inside her twat until she felt it in her belly. Suddenly he sat up and rolled over until he was on top of her again.
He bucked his ass and smashed his cock into her depths. They rolled over again and then she was on top, bouncing up and down on his fuck-tube.
The next time they rolled around they ended up on the floor with Chuck on top. "You're a regular little slut, aren't you?" he hissed as his dick sawed in and out of her twat. "A regular little whore!"
Again and again his cock speared through the tangled hairs of her pussy and split her wide open. Their bodies mashed together, both glistening with sweat.
And then he came, and he pounded his fuck-cream into her cunthole until his stiff prick turned into a soft limp sausage which slithered out of her twat.
He fell asleep in two minutes flat, but Sherry stayed awake and thought about the wonderful fuck. No doubt about it, when he was in the mood he was a better fucker than either Miles Porter or Rex.
She finally fell asleep with a smile on her face and a resolve never to cheat again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rex wouldn't release her from her commitment. When she tried to explain that she and her husband had a new understanding, he cut her off.
"You promised," he said curtly. "A promise is a promise."
"Can't Brenda do it," she said, grabbing for the phone.
When she was through with her call, she turned her attention back to Rex. "Keep Brenda out of this," he said, massaging her shoulders. "Come on, kid, be a pal. You wouldn't want your husband to find out about your hijinks, would you?"
She turned her head and stared at him. "What are you saying?" she said.
"I'm not saying anything," he murmured, his fingers moving down to her tits. "I'm only hinting. You do me a favor and I keep my mouth shut."
She knew then she'd have to do it. One more time, she thought, as she busied herself around the office. One more time won't matter anyway. Chuck will never know. And Rex had definitely intimated she had no choice.
At five o'clock Rex came up behind her and told her to get ready. "Get moving honey," he said, squeezing her ass. "We're meeting Nick at his motel."
"But aren't we going out to dinner?" she said. Despite her resolve her pussy churned at his touch.
"Yeah, well, we'll order in," he said, running his hand up her skirt.
He hustled her out to the car and swung onto the highway on two wheels. He kept one hand on her crotch as he sped to the motel. By the time they arrived Sherry's cunt was overheated and more than ready for action.
She hesitated before moving out of the car. "I don't want anyone to see me!" she hissed, carefully folding a scarf over her hair and covering as much of her face as seemed appropriate.
He grabbed her hand and impatiently pulled her across the seat. "Come on, no one'll see you out here."
When they walked in the door, they were greeted by a good-looking man about Rex's age. He had dark eyes and dark hair and looked enough like Rex to be his brother.
"Pleased to meet you," Nick said, his eyes sparkling at the sight of Sherry's tits as she shrugged off her coat.
"Didn't I tell you she was a dish," Rex said, accepting a drink.
"Here's a menu," Nick said, smiling at Sherry. "Did Nick tell you we're going to order from room-service?"
Sherry nodded and looked from one to the other. She felt uncomfortable under Nick's gaze. It was almost as though he were undressing her with his eyes.
"This place has pretty good food," Rex said, grabbing a menu and scanning it. "I'll have a steak and fries," he said. "What about you, honey?" She agreed and told him to order for her.
Then they all sank down into chairs and chatted while Nick phoned in their order and they waited for their food.
"I may not be able to stay late," Rex said, winking at Nick.
"I think I can manage without you," Nick smiled, rising up and sitting down next to Sherry on the sofa.
When she drained her glass, he quickly poured her another and soon the horny housewife found herself dizzy. "I don't do this regularly," she hiccupped as she sipped her drink.
"Yes, yes, we know," Nick said, running his hand very lightly over one of her throbbing tits.
She slapped his hand away and giggled. "Naughty, naughty!" she said.
He cupped her tit then, glancing meaningfully at Rex. "Nice," he said.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Rex said, moving over to the sofa.
Now Rex cupped her other tit and both men pinched and squeezed her nipples while she drained her third drink. Suddenly a hand snaked up her skirt and found her pussy. She squealed when a finger crept inside the elastic band of her crotch and stabbed at her humid pussy-meat.
"Wet and wild," Nick said, shoving his entire hand inside her panties.
Just then there was a knock on the door. "Room-service," a teenage voice croaked.
"I'll get it," Rex said, striding toward the door with his wallet in his hand. "It's on me," he chuckled. "After all, you're the client."
He opened the door to let the waiter in. The boy carrying the tray was just a kid and his eyes widened at the sight of Nick's hand under Sherry's skirt.
"Should I come back in about an hour for the tray?" he said, his face flushed as he stared mesmerized at Sherry's tits.
"We'll leave it outside," Rex said firmly, stuffing a five dollar bill in the boy's hand. "Don't bother coming back until later."
When the boy left, they each took a plate and sat down at a small dining table. The men wolfed down their food while they made small talk and Sherry picked at her steak. She wasn't very hungry. She was never very hungry when she was turned-on. And she was very, very turned-on.
There was something about Nick that she found fascinating. When she'd asked what business he was in, both men smiled and told her not to worry about business. She wondered if he was involved in something shady. He certainly had a sinister look about him. Yet it was that very look she found so appealing.
Rex stuffed french fries into his mouth and moved a hand to her thigh. "We'll be with you in a minute, honey," he said, his lips coated with grease and his eyes lidded from the booze.
"Didn't you say you had an appointment?" Nick said, gazing at Rex.
Sherry didn't miss the look on his face, but she pretended not to see as she concentrated on her steak.
"Yeah, yeah, I've gotta go out for about an hour," Rex said, glancing at his watch. "In fact I'm late now."
He wiped his mouth with his napkin and rose up then. "I'll leave you two alone," he said, bending over and kissing Sherry goodbye. "See you in an hour or two," he said. Then he whispered in her ear. "Be good to him. If he buys the insurance package I've planned, there'll be a bundle in it for you."
Sherry was too dizzy to realize the impact of his words. She didn't much care about the money anyway. How would she explain a big bonus to Chuck? She'd only been working a few weeks. No one gave bonuses for answering a phone sweetly.
Then Rex was gone and Nick gently pulled the fork and knife out of her hands. "You don't really want to finish that, do you?" he said, moving her hands to his lips and kissing them.
"Well, yes, I've had enough," she stammered.
He ran his lips and tongue over each finger and around the palm of one hand. Then he took her other hand and repeated the process, nibbling and sucking each finger and teasing her palm with his tongue-tip.
"You're not afraid to be alone here with me, are you?" he said, rising up and urging her to accompany him to the other side of the room.
"No, not really," she said, stumbling over to the bed and sinking down on it.
"You shouldn't be, you know," he said, leaning over her and caressing her lips and hair.
He planted his hand over one throbbing tit and plastered his lips over hers. God help me, she thought. I love it! I love the excitement of cheating! Oh, God, I love it!
She stopped thinking then and simply felt. Suddenly his hands were everywhere. Her skirt was up to her waist and his hands caressed and fondled her panty-covered crotch. He rubbed her thighs and squeezed her tits. And then as suddenly as he'd begun caressing her, he stopped.
With swift movements, he dropped his pants and sank down onto the bed. He pushed his shorts off his feet and motioned to Sherry to get between his thighs.
His cock stood up like a baseball bat. It was big and thick, but his cockhead was small, just rimming his shaft. He folded his arms behind his head and grinned.
"Rex tells me you give good head." She blushed, fascinated by the bulk of his fuck-stick. "Well," he said. "I'm waiting." Her moist pink lips parted and sniffed as she lowered her head. Her mouth was inches away from his prick and she tentatively touched his cock-bush.
"I'm still waiting," he said. And then she craved it. She craved his big boner stretching her lips and filling her mouth. She eased down, throwing her hair over one shoulder as she closed her lips over his cock-knob.
He groaned and closed his eyes as she licked the spunk out of his piss-slit. Then she moved her tongue to the base of his dick and lapped up with long sensuous strokes, much like the cat grooming his fur.
"That sonofabitch Rex never lies," he said as she ran her wet lips over his knob and shaft. She caressed his dick with her teeth and licked up and down his blue-veined cockshaft. Her tongue darted hungrily over his cockhead and all the time she fluffed up his cock-hair with her crimson fingernails.
She ran her tongue down to the base of his dick and dribbled saliva over his wiry crotch fuzz. Then she pressed her nose and mouth over his balls, licking his nuts with her tongue-tip.
He grunted and his balls tightened up as she sucked one of his nuts into her warm wet mouth. He told her she was the best cocksucker he'd ever met and she trembled with excitement at the compliment.
She returned to his prick and sucked half of it inside the tight ring of her lips. She bounced up and down on the bed and sucked, using her mouth like a cunt. She twisted her head and felt her own cunt-cream flow as she gluttonously ate his meat.
She moved one hand to her pussy and parted her damp hungry cuntlips. She slid a finger along her slimy slit and sucked harder on Nick's dick.
She rubbed up and down her pussy, finally moving two fingers against her overheated cunthole. She stabbed them in and out and then moved them to her engorged clit. She rubbed her love-button back and forth, touching off explosions of pleasure that pulsed through her crotch.
Nick had grabbed her hair and was holding her mouth firmly against his prick. She moved her head in a circular motion as she bounced up and down and sucked his meat.
She felt herself begin to come, her fingers flying from her clit to her fuckhole and back to her clit. Her fingers were drenched with her juices and Nick grunted that he was ready to fly.
She suddenly wanted him blasting off in her mouth. She kept up her frenzied licking and sucking, sliding her lips halfway down his thick rod and back to his knob.
"I can get hard again!" he hissed. "Keep sucking. I'm gonna come. I'll get hard again. Oh, fuck, keep sucking!"
And then he came. A volcano of thick hot jism exploded inside her mouth and cascaded down her throat. She gulped it down, deliberately letting some of it slide down her chin and over her lips so she could lick it up.
Her own inflamed pussy erupted then and she shivered through a mind-blowing orgasm. He continued shooting his spunk into her mouth as she cried out in the throes of her climax. She moved his cock from her lips to her cleavage and let the last few drops of jizz coat her titties.
"That's nice," he said. "Rub my cock over your boobs. That's real nice."
She continued running his dribbling cockhead over her big round jugs, pressing his cockhead against her nipples. She was about to suck his cock into her mouth again, when she found herself on her back with Nick's head between her legs.
"Let's heat up this little box and then we'll do some exotic fucking," he said. "Would you like exotic fucking?"
"I'm not sure I know what you mean," she said as he drilled three fingers into her juice-filled cunthole.
"Don't play innocent with me," he chuckled, and she instinctively began to grind her pussy against his hand. "A girl who gives the kind of head you give wasn't born yesterday. Fuck, you're a gusher," he said, working his fingers deep inside her cunt-tube. "A fuckin' gusher."
"I see you two have gotten acquainted," a voice said suddenly and only then did Sherry realize Rex had returned.
He sat down on a chair next to the bed and opened his fly. Sherry lay perfectly still as Nick finger-fucked her cunt.
"Don't let me bother you two," Rex said as he brought his prick out and began pumping his meat. "I'll just watch for a while and then maybe I'll join you."
Then Sherry gasped as Nick moved his hand from her cunt to her ass and ran his juice-coated fingers up and down her asscrack. He deposited her cuntcream around her asshole and slithered a fingertip inside her tiny bung.
"Oh, fuck, you're gonna give it to her in the ass," Rex chuckled, beating his meat. "Or you gettin' it ready for me?"
"You want it?" Nick said.
"Shit, if you don't... "
"Yeah, well, let's see what happens."
Sherry pulled her knees up to her tits and hunched up to give Nick total access to her shit-chute.
"Tight as an oyster," Nick said as he leaned over and ran his tongue over her brownie.
He squeezed her assflesh and darted his tongue over her asshole. She started to say something, but her words were cut off by Rex who was climbing onto the bed and shoving his cock against her face.
"Get your mouth on this, honey," he said, one leg draped over her head.
She opened her lips and eagerly accepted his prick as Nick ran his wet tongue around and around her tight little butt-hole. She lapped her own tongue gluttonously over Rex's boner while Nick inserted his tongue-tip inside her shitter.
He fucked his tongue in and out of her bung and she thrashed her legs in the air. God, it was good! Sucking a cock and getting your asshole reamed had to be the most thrilling thing that could happen to a girl.
Suddenly he pulled out of her asshole and rammed his tongue into her cunthole. He used his thumb to loosen her shitter while Rex fed her his dick and shouted encouragement to Nick.
"She's a dish, isn't she?" Rex said, stuffing his prick balls-deep into her mouth.
Now Nick moved down to the floor and pulled Sherry up into a sitting position. He plastered his mouth over her pussy and Rex rose up and once again buried his dick inside her mouth.
Then Nick stood up and held her thighs as he positioned his prick-head at the entrance to her asshole. He worked his knob into the tiny hole and then with one mighty shove pushed his entire prick inside her shit-tube.
His fuck-stick hit her bowels, causing her to bite down on the flared rim of Rex's knob.
Rex roared and pulled out, slamming his entire prong down her throat as Nick pulled his dick out of her asshole.
They fucked her in unison then. Nick's cock tore her asshole in two with each thrust and Rex's stretched her lips with every stroke. Nick lunged back and forth and she leaned on her elbows and felt her tits wobble as he jarred her with his mighty thrusts. She had one orgasm after the other. Nick came then, pulling out of her mouth and directing his jism over her face. He rubbed it into her skin with his cockhead and then finally stuffed his limp dick into her mouth and told her to suck it clean.
And then Nick pulled out of her asshole and speared his cock into her pussy. He went from one hole to the other, splitting her in two with his oversized prick.
"You sonofabitch, you're a real fucking machine," Rex chuckled as he watched Nick fuck her two holes.
"Get out of the way," Nick grunted, climbing onto the bed and pushing Sherry down on her back. "I'm gonna finish here!"
And with that he straddled her face and shoved his shit-streaked cock inside her eager lips.
CHAPTER SIX
After Rex made her entertain six more clients, Sherry became disturbed, but didn't know how to stop it. She still returned home in time to get dinner on the table at six. Rex made sure of that. He had her meet the clients at noon in their motel rooms and gave her the rest of the day off, so she was usually home by four.
And he gave her a nice bonus every time. Except that she couldn't tell Chuck about the money so she gave it to her sisters to hold. Neither of them questioned her, but simply put the money in their own private savings accounts and told her they'd hold it for her.
One day she asked Brenda to have lunch with her. The two girls had become quite close and had lunch a couple of times a week. Sherry knew Brenda had a husband somewhere and that she wasn't yet divorced, but hadn't lived with him for years. She also knew the blonde and Rex had something going, but she couldn't quite figure out what.
Now they sat down to lunch at a local coffee shop and ordered diet plates.
"Got to keep the old figure," Brenda smiled, smoothing a hand over her belly. "If we don't watch them, who's going to?"
Sherry smiled and ordered a diet cola with her salad. When the waitress walked away, she lit a cigarette and gazed around the room.
"What's up?" Brenda said, her eyes kind and thoughtful as she gazed at the younger woman.
"You can tell, huh," Sherry said, "that something's wrong?"
"It's as obvious as those gorgeous tits of yours which are at this very moment wobbling loose inside your sweater," Brenda said. "By the way, when did you stop wearing a bra?"
Sherry blushed and stared down at the table. "Only recently," she said softly.
"You mean since Rex told you not to wear one to work, don't you?" Brenda said.
"Yes."
The waitress brought their lunch then and when she left again Brenda leaned across the table. "Is that sonofabitch blackmailing you?" she hissed.
"Well, kind of... " Sherry stammered. "But I wouldn't call it blackmail."
"He threatened to tell your husband something if you didn't do what he wanted, right?"
Sherry nodded and Brenda made a clucking sound. "Well, honey, that's blackmail and it's also against the law, you know. The sonofabitch is a good guy at heart, but sometimes he does the dumbest things."
She put her hand over Sherry's and sighed. "Listen, he won't do it. I mean, tell Chuck anything. It's what is known as an idle threat. He knows you're a good hearted kid who's basically decent and he uses it to get you to help him. Is he paying you?" Brenda sat back in her chair, a grim expression on her face.
"Yes," Sherry said in a tiny voice.
"The louse! He does it every time. Listen, put the money away and in a few years you can tell Chuck what a good manager you are. Then put down a down-payment on a house and start a family. Get out of this rotten rat-race. Shit, I hate businessmen!"
The blonde began forking her salad into her mouth and gulping down her drink. Sherry picked at her food and thought about what Brenda had said.
"You've got a horny crotch, haven't you?" Brenda mumbled through a mouthful of lettuce.
She almost choked on her diet drink. "Jesus, you're blunt!" she said.
"I don't mince words," Brenda said. "I've got hot pants too, so I know the signs. I've had 'em for years. Ever since I, as my mother used to say, developed."
Brenda grinned then and continued. "What I do to stay out of trouble once in a while is have an affair with another woman."
Sherry choked again. "You what?" she said, dropping her fork onto the floor.
The busboy hurried over with another one and at the same time took a good look inside Sherry's sweater at her boobs.
"Don't look so shocked," Brenda giggled. " "You gave that kid a hard-on," she said nodding toward the retreating busboy. "Listen, if you've been involved with Rex you're no innocent, so don't look at me with those big baby-blues. You've probably had every hole in that gorgeous body of yours fucked at the same time. Am I right?"
When Sherry's face turned crimson, the blonde smiled. "Sure, I'm right. Listen, did you ever fuck six guys at once?" When Sherry firmly shook her head, Brenda laughed out loud. "Well, I have and it's great. But to get back to our prior conversation, I gather you've never made it with another woman."
"I certainly haven't," Sherry said.
"Well, don't be so damn self-righteous," Brenda said. She turned to look around for the waitress. "Check please," she said as she fumbled around her purse for her wallet. "It happens to be one of the pleasures of life."
"I think it's disgusting," Sherry said, accepting her check from the waitress and rising up. "Really!"
They walked back to the office in silence. Brenda was the first to speak. "Do you think your pussy is disgusting?"
"Well, I never really thought about it," Sherry said, taken aback.
"Do you ever touch it?"
"When I masturbate and when I shower."
"And you don't think it's disgusting?"
"Not really."
"And you like to have a guy suck your pussy?"
"Sure."
"Do you think he's some kind of hero when he's sucking your cunt?"
"No."
"Then why do you think a woman sucking another woman's cunt is disgusting?"
"It's not natural, that's all," Sherry murmured.
"It's cultural," the blonde said as they arrived at the office. "Purely cultural. If it was acceptable for women to ball each other, you'd think it was perfectly fine;"
"Well, when you put it that way, I have to agree with you," Sherry said. "But, still... " Brenda grabbed her hand and held her tight. "Say you'll give it a whirl?" she hissed. "God, I don't know!"
"Say you'll do it!"
Sherry hesitated, her heart pounding and her pussy steaming. "Okay," she said finally. "I'll try it."
"Good!" Brenda grinned. "I promise you won't be sorry."
Later in the day Brenda put a note on Sherry's desk. Sherry read it and then tore it into tiny bits and threw it away. The blonde had written: Saturday afternoon at my place. Love in the afternoon. Love and kisses. Your friend, Brenda.
Sherry felt a familiar ache in her crotch and when Rex walked by and told her he wanted her to entertain a client the following day she almost agreed to it. But then she thought about her conversation with Brenda.
"I'm not doing that sort of thing anymore," she said firmly.
"Oh, yeah," he said, wrinkling his brow. "I guess you want Chuck to know about your little adventures."
"I'll just take that chance," she retorted, her eyes flashing. "From now on I'll pick my own men."
A tiny smile played around his lower lip and he tousled her hair. "Okay, okay, I was just kidding about telling Chuck. I wouldn't do that to you, kid. You know how much I like you. If you don't wanna play around anymore, that's okay with me. Friends?"
"Friends, Rex," she smiled, a warm feeling of relief flooding her.
* * *
On Saturday morning, Sherry dialed Brenda's telephone number a dozen times, but hung up before the blonde answered. There was some strange compulsion urging her to go on with her wanton rendezvous along with an inner voice telling her to stop. The thought of licking another woman's cunt was still disgusting and yet there was some mysterious urge driving her on.
When she arrived at Brenda's apartment, the older girl greeted her with a tall bloody mary and a wet kiss full on the mouth. "This will relax you," she said. "I imagine you're a nervous wreck."
Sherry accepted the drink and sank down onto the sofa. "You can't imagine how nervous," she said with a tiny smile.
"I know," Brenda said. "I was the same way my first time." She leaned over and touched Sherry's thigh. She wore a tight tee-shirt, her massive pointed tits jutting out like two giant ice cream cones. "I'll relax you, honey," she whispered, moving her hand over Sherry's bare leg.
"Chuck thinks I'm playing tennis," she gasped as the older girl's hand caressed the area directly under her crotch-bush.
Brenda smiled and took Sherry's hand, pulling her up from the sofa. "This is more fun and better exercise than tennis," she said. She lifted Sherry's dress up to her neck and giggled when she realized that the brunette wasn't wearing a bra. "I sort of got out of the habit," Sherry said as Brenda gazed with delight at her upthrust tits.
The two women were approximately the same height and as they stood close together Brenda nibbled at Sherry's lips and caressed the inner thigh of one leg. Her fingers crept closer and closer to Sherry's twat, but didn't quite touch it.
After a few minutes of gazing soulfully into each other's eyes, Brenda released Sherry and slipped her own clothes off. "Take that damn dress off," Brenda giggled as she tossed her own clothes onto the floor. She noticed Sherry's sheer nylons. They were the type that had elastic at the top and stayed up without a garter belt. "Keep those on," she said. "They' re very sexy." Her own generous hips were encased in tiny black and red string bikinis and she wore no hose. She moved back against Sherry now, and the two women stood tit to tit.
Their lips met and their tongues tangled. Brenda's fingers again sought Sherry's cunt and this time she moved her digits right inside the younger girl's cunt-pulp.
"You're so delicious," Brenda said as she slid two fingers around the brunette's snatch.
"And you don't look like you're in too much pain either."
Sherry pushed her tits against Brenda's and darted her tongue over the blonde's. She no longer thought about the perversion they were committing. It seemed entirely natural for Brenda to be playing with her pussy. "I'm not," she giggled.
"Let's sit down now," Brenda said, leading Sherry back to the sofa.
Sherry leaned back against the sofa cushions, her legs spread wide and her stockings framing her cunt-muff. Brenda rested on her side and brought one thigh up as she turned to Sherry and cupped one of the younger girl's big boobs.
She held Sherry's tit and brought her mouth down to her stiffened nipple. Sherry watched as Brenda opened her mouth and brought her lips down to the round firm tit.
Sherry caressed her own thigh as Brenda nursed at her tit. The blonde's ass was round and firm and big, but not too big. Sherry found herself becoming more and more excited, both from Brenda's touch and from the sight of Brenda's lush curves.
She whimpered as Brenda's tongue lapped deliciously over her turgid nipple. She watched Brenda's mouth and tongue work over her tit and draped an arm around Brenda's back.
The blonde's skin was tan and smooth and she fondled her hair and caressed her back and shoulders. And then, without a word, Brenda rose up and smiled and Sherry knew what she wanted.
The two women walked hand in hand into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed. Brenda pulled Sherry against her until Sherry lay on top of the blonde, Brenda's hands playing with Sherry's tits and cunt.
Sherry rested her head on Brenda's shoulder and gazed up at her. She spread her legs wide and in a moment Brenda's fingers were tangled in Sherry's pussy-hair. She used her other hand to squeeze Sherry's tits and Sherry raised her head and planted a kiss on Brenda's moist lips.
Sherry writhed against the blonde. She ground her ass down against Brenda's pussy and pressed her back against Brenda's tits.
"I'm going to eat your cunt now," Brenda whispered.
Sherry's heart pounded. "Okay," she said.
"Here," Brenda said as she stretched out on her back and opened her arms. "Climb over me. On your belly. That way you can look at my cunt while I eat you."
The blonde grinned and winked as she gazed up at Sherry. "And, incidentally, if you feel inclined to return the compliment, you'll be in the right position."
Her face flushed, her hair framing her face in damp ringlets, Sherry positioned herself with her head between Brenda's legs and her ass against Brenda's mouth. Her knees rested on either side of Brenda's shoulders and Brenda held her hips as she dug her tongue inside Sherry's gaping cunt.
Sherry trembled as Brenda spread the wet shimmering folds of her cunt and exposed her excited little clit. She rested her cheek against Brenda's thigh as the blonde rubbed her lips up and down Sherry's overheated gulch.
Brenda stabbed her tongue in a circular motion around Sherry's snatch. She flicked her clit back and forth as Sherry twisted her ass. Sherry suddenly had an intense desire to lick Brenda's cunt. She gazed down at the blonde's crotch and found herself overwhelmed by Brenda's thick curly thatch and her succulent-looking twat.
She delicately extended her tongue and lapped it over Brenda's cunt-folds. "Mmmmmmmmm," Brenda mumbled as Sherry sniffed.
Sherry found the smell and taste of Brenda's snatch terribly erotic. She quivered at the feel of Brenda's eager lips on her own pussy and pried Brenda's cuntlips apart.
"Stick your tongue inside!" Brenda gasped and Sherry pushed her tongue inside Brenda's pussy-hole.
She tongued the blonde's cunthole and licked her petal-like tissues. She dug her fingers into Brenda's assflesh and ran a fingertip over her asshole.
A delicate sprinkling of hair framed Brenda's bunghole and Sherry stabbed her finger against Brenda's shitter.
"Stick it in!" Brenda hissed, and Sherry brought her finger to her mouth and moistened it with her saliva. Then she returned it to Brenda's shitter and slowly eased it inside the blonde's brownie.
"That's the way!" Brenda squealed, fingering Sherry's cunthole and licking her clit.
Sherry had her first orgasm then, her hips swaying from side to side as the exquisite sensations shook her. She dug into Brenda's twat, gluttonously licking and sucking and tonguing Brenda's pussy thicket.
Then Brenda reached into a drawer and brought something out. Sherry didn't have long to wonder what it was. In a moment she felt something hard and cool push inside her asshole and realized the blonde was using an artificial cock in her bung.
Brenda tongued her cunthole and fucked her asshole with the dildo. Sherry held Brenda's full asscheeks in her hands and ran her nose and lips and cheeks and chin up and down Brenda's steaming snatch.
Sherry sucked and licked Brenda's slime-coated twat in a frenzy of lust. When Brenda climaxed, she continued flicking her tongue feverishly over the blonde's clit.
The two women broke apart then and rested. Sherry was the first one to recover, and she rolled over on top of Brenda and sucked one of the older girl's tits into her mouth.
Brenda caressed Sherry's hair and moaned as she held Sherry's mouth firmly against her boobs. "That's very good, honey," she crooned. "You're doing just fine. Oh, yeaaaaaah," she sighed. "Just fine."
And then Sherry became the aggressor. Brenda lay back while the younger girl crouched between her thigh and once again tongue-fucked her cunthole.
"Use the dildo in my asshole," Brenda gasped.
"I can do better than that," Sherry said, raising her head.
Her cheeks glistened with Brenda's cunt-juice. She pushed Brenda's ass up and ran her tongue over Brenda's bunghole. When Brenda realized that Sherry was going to tongue-fuck her brownie, she giggled.
"And you're the girl who thought it was all so disgusting," she grinned.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sherry was surprised when Chuck received a promotion. He wasn't very interested in his career and was the type of men who just went along. Now got a nice raise and a junior partnership and overnight seemed to change into a high-powered businessman.
"One of these days we've got to have the boss and his wife for dinner," he said one evening as they were preparing for bed. "Did I tell you we're invited there Saturday night?"
Sherry stopped brushing her hair. "Invited there? Saturday night? Thanks for giving me so much notice!"
She ran to the closet and ruffled through some dresses. "I don't have anything to wear," she said.
Chuck stifled a yawn and groaned. "Oh, shit, with all the stuff you buy, don't tell me that."
"Well, I don't have anything quite right."
She climbed into bed then, thinking about Burt Thompson and his wife Faye. Faye was a gorgeous redhead with a tall statuesque body. She was a lot older than Sherry, but in great shape whatever her age.
Chuck turned to her now and slid her nightgown up to her waist. She shoved her ass back to meet his prick and sighed. "I'm going to buy a new dress," she said, her pussy twitching as he pushed his cock inside her cunt.
"It's your money," he grunted. "You can do what you want with it."
They had their usual quick fuck and Sherry spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom bringing herself off. She fell asleep thinking about Burt Thompson and wondering what kind of a fuck he was.
The next day she called Rex and told him she needed the day off. Then she spent the entire day shopping. She bought a black angora sweater, cut low to expose her cleavage. She brought the matching skirt which was tight and cupped her ass becomingly. She went to the shoe department and bought a new pair of black sandals with four inch heels, and then just for kicks a black and red lace garter belt and sheer black stockings.
When she arrived home, she tried the outfit on and surveyed her image in front of the mirror. Her slanted blue eyes stared back at her and her long black curls hung over one shoulder. She licked her lips as she stared at herself. Jesus Christ! she thought. I look just like a bitch in heat ready to get fucked!
On Saturday night, after she was dressed, Chuck looked at her with admiration in his eyes. "You're still the prettiest girl in town," he said, slapping her ass.
"Please," she teased as they left the apartment and climbed into the car. "Unless you want to fuck on the way, don't touch me. I'm terribly horny tonight." But she moved close to him on the seat.
"You're horny every night," he said, his attention as usual on his driving.
She ignored him and they drove in silence. She hadn't had a good fuck in over a week and her pussy ached. She wondered if Burt and Faye Thompson had a good sex life. She'd run into so many women lately who cheated on their husbands. It seemed almost an epidemic.
She squeezed her legs together and felt her clit swell and throb. That one great fuck with Chuck had been just that. One great fuck. But it hadn't been repeated. When she tried to talk to him about it, he told her she was turning into a nymphomaniac. "You can't fuck like that more than a couple of times a year," he'd said. "This is life, Sherry, not a movie."
Now she decided she'd been silly to tell Rex she would no longer service his clients. She'd had some of her best fucks with Rex's clients. Now she'd begun picking up strangers and going to motels with them. And who knows what a girl could pick up from strangers. She thought about how to broach the subject with Rex, but then they arrived at the Thompson's and she forgot all about it.
They climbed out of the car and walked up to the door. The Thompson house wasn't pretentious. It was a nice house with a pair of roller skates on the lawn and a basketball hoop attached to the garage. Then Sherry remembered that they had two teenage sons and she wondered if they'd be home. She found teenage boys exciting lately, as well as older men.
The Thompsons greeted them warmly, but told Chuck they had bad news.
"You've got to go out of town tonight," Burt said to Chuck as they walked into the living room. "I'm sorry, fella, but you'll only have time to eat and run. We need you at the plant in Dover. They're on the verge of a wildcat strike and you have to smooth things out."
Then Burt turned to Sherry and draped an arm over her shoulder. "That doesn't mean you have to run, honey," he said. "You stay here when your old man leaves. Faye's been looking forward to it all week, and so have I."
Faye served drinks in the living room. She served doubles. "Cause Chuck doesn't have as much drinking time as the rest of us," she grinned.
Sherry was on her second martini and she gazed at the redhead as Fay described the antics of the younger son.
"He's very precocious," she winked. "If you know what I mean."
"The kid's a cocksman," Burt said proudly as he downed his third drink. "Come on, drink up," he said to Sherry. "We'll eat soon and then your boy has to go." Sherry drained her glass and accepted another drink. Her knees felt like jelly and she knew she'd have trouble walking, but she didn't care. It looked like she was going to bed horny again and she needed to drown her sorrows.
"Anyway, about Billy," Faye said. "He's only a teenager, but the word is he's been fucking the widow next door."
Sherry choked on her drink. "Don't you care?" she said.
"Oh, no," the redhead said. "We believe that children should be encouraged to experiment early. Then they don't have any hangups when they grow up, like most of us have."
"Like most of us had," Burt boomed, grabbing his wife's tit and rubbing his thumb over her nipple. "We don't have that problem, do we babydoll?"
"Well, no, but we spent a fortune on psychologists to get where we're at," she said.
"I think there's too much discussion about sex," Chuck said. "It's just a natural function, like peeing and eating." But his eyes were glazed as he stared at Burt's hand on Faye's boob.
"Oh, you dear boy," Faye sighed, moving out of Burt's grasp. "I've got to serve dinner, honey," she said to Sherry as they walked into the dining room. Then she turned to Chuck.
"You don't really put fucking in the same class as peeing, do you?"
"Well, maybe not exactly," he said, sinking down into a chair.
"If you're serious, I feel sorry for this lovely wife of yours," Burt said as he helped Sherry into her chair.
Sherry smiled gratefully, aware of Burt's fingers teasing the back of her neck. She was glad when Faye brought dinner out and they began eating. She was anxious for Chuck to leave. She knew it was awful to want her own husband to go, but she couldn't help it. Whatever she and the Thompsons did after Chuck left, it would be more fun without her stodgy husband.
They ate quickly. Sherry didn't know who started it, but someone suggested making a game out of wolfing down their food. She thought at one point that the Thompsons were actually rushing Chuck out of the house, but then decided she was probably imagining it.
"We'll have dessert in the living room," Faye said, crossing her long slender legs as she scooped ice cream into dishes. "Sorry you have to go, Chuck," she said, her eyes on his crotch. "Some day I'd like to test you and then we'll find out if you really equate fucking and peeing."
Chuck finished his dessert and rose up, unsteady on his feet. "You'll have to excuse me," he hiccupped as he walked to the hall closet for his coat. "You sure you don't want me to drop you at home?" he said to Sherry.
"Oh, no, it's much too early for Sherry to go," Faye said, grabbing one of the brunette's arms.
Burt moved to Sherry's other arm and hugged her close to him. "Yeah, Chuck, don't spoil this pretty little thing's evening."
Chuck kissed Sherry goodbye and she told him to drive carefully. She breathed a sigh of relief when he was gone and they trooped back into the living room.
"Are the boys home?" Sherry said, sprawling on the sofa, her legs wide apart and her skirt halfway up her thighs.
"They're away for the night," Faye said, sitting down next to Sherry. "You seem awfully interested in meeting them," she cooed, caressing Sherry's hair. "You must like young boys."
Sherry blushed when Faye slid her hand over the younger woman's thigh.
"Burt, why don't you pour some brandy," Faye said, staring pointedly at her husband. "I'm just teasing you, honey," she purred, turning back to Sherry.
"Anything you say, sweet," he said, hurrying over to the bar and pouring three glasses of brandy. "Here you go, ladies," he said. "Drink up."
Sherry knew she'd had enough, but seemed to have no control over her actions. When Faye moved her hand under Sherry's skirt, Sherry leaned her head on the back of the sofa and sighed.
"I'm glad Chuck had to go out of town!" Faye hissed as her fingers approached Sherry's crotch. "He's a nice guy, but a bit of a deadhead."
"Oh, he's okay," Burt said, dropping into a lounge chair. "But you're more fun-loving, aren't you, Sherry?"
Sherry nodded as the room went around in circles.
"I'd like to eat your pussy," Faye said suddenly, rubbing her hand over Sherry's wet crotch.
"You're no innocent," Burt said, moving over to the sofa. "We know a swinger when we see one."
"But," Sherry stammered, "how can you tell?"
"You look hungry," Faye said. "I mean it.
I want to eat your cunt. Here, come over here."
She urged Sherry to move to the arm of the sofa. "Sit up here," she said, pushing Sherry's skirt to her waist and tugging her panties off. "I'll be able to eat you while Burt here eats me. Okay, honey?"
"My little social director," Burt chuckled, crouching between Faye's legs and lowering his mouth to her snatch.
He pulled the redhead's panties off, exposing her dark-haired cunt-muff. Faye extended her tongue and lapped lightly at Sherry's cunt while Burt stabbed his tongue around Faye's twat.
Faye fondled the top of Sherry's stocking as she caressed her snatch with her lips and tongue and cheek. Sherry watched as Burt worked his finger into the redhead's cunthole and licked her clit.
She wondered if Burt had sent Chuck out of town on purpose. She wondered if there was really the possibility of a wildcat strike. It was obvious the Thompsons were swingers and had had their eye on her for a long time. She wondered then if that was why unambitious Chuck had gotten a promotion so suddenly. Well, no matter, Sherry thought. Chuck's going to do just fine and my pussy needed this.
Her cunt juice gushed over Faye's tongue. Faye found her clit and stroked it with her tongue-tip while she squeezed her thigh. "Isn't this wonderful?" Faye gurgled as Burt closed his mouth over her entire mound.
Sherry felt warm in her angora sweater so she pulled it over her head. She was aware of Burt's eyes on her braless tits. She hoped he'd suck her boobs before the evening was over. She loved having her tits sucked by a man who really appreciated her boobs. Now she moved a hand over her overheated jugs and squeezed and pinched her nipples with a practiced hand. She thought about Brenda and wondered what the blonde would say if she could see Sherry now. She and Brenda balled with regularity. Sometimes Brenda even had a third girl join them. Sherry had grown to love balling women. Not as much as men, but occasionally it was a kick.
"Let's get Burt down on the floor and give him a workout," Faye said, rising up from the sofa, her red hair cascading down her back.
"Yeah, girls," Burt snickered. "This thing needs some attention."
He had unzipped his fly and taken his cock out. He pushed his pants off and stretched out on the rug. His prick stood up, big and thick and ramrod-stiff. The two women scrambled onto the floor and Sherry grabbed his dick and began licking his massive cockhead.
"That's right, honey," Faye said, placing her hand on Burt's cock shaft and holding it while Sherry licked his knob. "There's plenty for everyone."
Sherry's hot tongue licked around his purplish cockhead. Faye squeezed his dick-root with one hand and Sherry's ass with the other. She ran her fingers inside Sherry's asscrack and found her overheated pussy.
"You get your mouth on it too," Burt said, and both women moved around and crouched over Burt's legs.
He held their heads as they went to work on his prick. Their lips met as they feverishly sucked and licked his fuckpole. Sherry realized then that Faye had removed her dress and was wearing only a garter belt and stockings. One of Faye's long lush legs was draped over Sherry's hip. Burt groaned as Faye grabbed his nuts and squeezed as she sank her teeth over the flared rim of his cockhead.
"Get over here," he said suddenly, moving back to the sofa. He sank down and pulled Sherry over on his lap.
She spread her legs as he stuffed his prick into her cunthole. She almost came when he closed his hands over her tits. Then Faye moved in and began sucking his balls and the area where Burt's cock met Sherry's cunt.
It was the most lewd thing Sherry had ever done. She moved her hand over Faye's head and gazed at the woman's mouth as it worked over Burt's ball-bag. She bounced up and down in unison with Burt, relishing the feel of his stiff fuck-stick sliding in and out of her cunt.
Then Burt moved her around so that her ass faced the room and her tits pressed against his chest. She felt Faye's tongue on her ass as the redhead continued tonguing Burt's leathery ball-sac.
Burt held Sherry's hips and moved her up and down his fuckpole. Faye climbed up on the sofa and closed her arms around Sherry's neck. The two women embraced, their tongues dueling as Sherry hovered over Burt and fucked his dick. Her tits hung over his face, wobbling and jiggling with every movement of her body.
When the front door opened and closed and she heard footsteps in the hall, Sherry whirled her head and stared into the eyes of two teenage boys.
"Hi Mom," the younger one grinned. "This must be Sherry," he said.
"What's for dinner?" the older boy said, barely noticing the naked threesome on the sofa.
"Everything's in the frig," Faye giggled, her forehead moist with perspiration as she sucked on Sherry's tongue. "Help yourself, boys."
"I thought they were gone for the night," Sherry gasped, her pussy ready to explode from the friction of Burt's cockshaft on her clit.
"You don't mind that they're here, do you?" Faye said, cupping one of the younger woman's boobs. "They won't bother us."
Then Burt shoved Sherry down onto her back and hovered over her. He pushed her knees back to her tits and stabbed his prick inside her fuck-hole. "She doesn't mind," he puffed as he pounded her pussy with his stiff dick.
Faye sat on the floor and frigged her cunt while she gazed at her husband. "Don't dump your load yet" she said as he rammed his cock in and out of Sherry's cunt. "I want you to fuck me, honey."
Sherry came then, her cunthole exploding as the wildest sensations she'd ever experienced coursed through her crotch. The moment she was through convulsing, Burt whipped his cock out of her cunt and fell on top of Faye.
Now he began fucking his wife with long smooth strokes of his prick. Sherry opened her eyes and watched as the couple's teenage boys walked back into the room as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The boys sat down in lounge chairs and ate sandwiches while they watched their father and mother fuck. They ate and watched, and the younger one, Billy, stared at Sherry.
"You gonna sleep over tonight?" he said, his mouth stuffed with leftover roast. "Why, I don't think so," she stammered. "Yes!" Faye shrieked. "I'm coming! Oh, God, fuck me into the next state!"
"Mom always makes a racket when she comes," Bill chuckled while the older boy gulped a coke.
When Burt grunted and dumped his load, Sherry unconsciously moved a hand to her cunt and brought herself off again. When she regained her senses, the boys were gone.
"Say you'll stay over tonight," Faye said, her legs wrapped around Burt's waist. His cock was still embedded in her cunt. "The boys so want to get to know you."
Sherry thought about it a moment and then nodded her head. It was a crazy scene, but she decided to see it through. Why go home to an empty house?
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next morning the entire family sat down to breakfast together. Billy sat on one side of Sherry, and Doug, the older boy, on the other. Burt said grace and Faye brought in trays of delicious food.
Afterward Sherry was surprised to find she was expected to go to church. "I really don't have the right dress to wear," she said, but Faye told her it didn't matter.
"The Lord doesn't care what you wear," she said as they left the house.
Sherry thought the Thompson family lifestyle was strange. They fucked in front of their sons and then went to church the next morning. Still, she enjoyed the service and was barely aware of Billy's fingers on her leg as the pastor read his sermon.
"Take your hand off Sherry's leg!" Faye hissed, a wide smile on her face. "Isn't he terrible?" she said, motherly pride in her voice.
"He's cute," Sherry said.
"Everyone takes a nap after church," Billy said, his hand still on her leg.
"Oh, really?" Sherry said.
"Yeah," he breathed. "Boy, I'd sure like to fuck you."
"You're a little young for that, aren't you?" she whispered.
"I've been around," he said.
"Sssssshhhh!" the woman behind them hissed.
Sherry and Billy giggled, but were quiet for the remainder of the service. Then the entire family climbed into the car for the drive home.
When they arrived at the house, Faye announced that she and Burt were taking a nap. "We all nap every Sunday after church," she said, winking at Sherry. "Have a nice rest, dear."
Sherry blinked, but walked upstairs with the couple and entered the guest room. She wasn't very tired, but climbed onto the bed with the Sunday papers.
"Can I come in?" Billy said out in the hall.
"I guess so," Sherry said, her heart pounding.
The teenager carried a plate filled with donuts and climbed onto the bed, taking a huge bite. "Doug's gone out," he said, reading over her shoulder. "Shit, my cock's getting hard."
"You've got quite a fresh mouth, young man," Sherry said. But despite herself, she felt her pussy tremble.
"I've fucked ladies older than you," he said, finishing the last of the donuts.
"Aren't you bragging just a little?" she said, primly pushing her skirt over her knees.
"I'm not bragging," he said, leaning against the headboard. "My folks believe in kids learning about sex early."
"I know," Sherry said. "They told me."
"Have you ever fucked a young kid?"
"Not since I was a young kid," she giggled.
"I'm dying to fuck you," he said.
"This is crazy!"
He lay down flat then and humped his ass. "My cock's so hard!" he said. "Did you meet no my folks at one of their parties?"
"No," she said. "My husband works for your father."
"Oh, yeah, he had to go out of town, didn't he?"
"What are you doing?" Sherry squealed when the teenager took her hand and forced her fingers over his crotch.
"I've been dying to fuck you ever since last night," he said, pressing her hand down over his fly. "Jesus, Sherry, won't you just touch it?"
She decided just touching him wouldn't hurt anything. "Well, okay," she said. "Only a touch."
She tugged his zipper down and moved her hand inside his shorts. She curled her fingers around his dick and pulled it out into the air. It was half-stiff and his cockskin felt velvety smooth to the touch.
"Yahoooooo!" Billy croaked as she leaned on her elbow and moved his silken cockskin up and down.
He kicked his pants and shorts off as she stroked his cock.
"You wouldn't suck it, would you?" he hissed.
"You're getting greedy, but, well, okay," she murmured, lowering her head to his in crotch.
She was stimulated by his youth and eagerness. She held his dick-root and licked his tight balls while his fuck-stick pressed against her cheek.
"Jesus Christ!" Billy said as she ran her tongue over his ball-bag. She lapped her tongue over his shaft again and again and then pursed her lips.
"Now you see it and now you don't," she sang as she sucked his cockknob into her mouth.
The boy's lips were pulled over his teeth as she went to work on his teenage boner. She knew his parents were aware that he was in her room, but she still felt like a slut. Yet the feel of his young dick in her mouth was terribly erotic.
She slid her tongue-tip against his tiny piss-slit. She trembled at the taste of his bittersweet cream. She wondered if Faye had ever fucked her son. She decided she had. The Thompsons were an enigma, that was for sure. Church-going hedonists.
Billy opened his eyes then and watched as his cock disappeared inside Sherry's mouth. "I'd sure like to play with your tits," he said.
She cupped his balls and ran her moist pink lips up one side of his cockshaft and down the other. Her pussy itched and burned and she began bobbing her head wildly up and down his pole.
Sudden he came, his balls erupting and sending jets of thick jism into her eager lips. He bucked his ass and rammed his tool deep inside her throat.
Then Sherry came, the climax taking her by surprise. But she sucked harder on his prong as the orgasm rippled through her pussy.
"Hey, you came too!" he croaked as she sank onto her back. "Well, yes, I guess I did," she gasped. He crouched over her now and tugged at her sweater. "Jesus, you're something else. Won't you take this off so I can play with your tits?"
"I guess so," she said, sitting up and pulling the sweater over her head. "It'll just get all mussed up anyway if I don't.
The boy's eyes widened as he buried his face against her boobs.
"Take it easy," she giggled, but she loved his eagerness.
He lapped his tongue wildly over her boobs. He took in great mouthfuls of titflesh and whipped her nipples with his tongue. He pushed his face between her twin globes and pressed her silken mounds against his cheeks. "Can I suck your cunt?" he said, his cock stabbing her thigh.
"Sure," she said, sliding her panties and skirt off.
He moved down between her legs and rubbed her gash, a look of wide-eyed wonder on his face. "Jesus, you're gorgeous, Sherry," he breathed as he massaged her crimson cunt-folds.
He moved one finger over her clit and rubbed it back and forth. He used it like a vibrator on her love-button. She humped her ass and rubbed her tits while the boy moved his fingers over her snatch.
Her breathing became ragged and she ground her crotch against his hand. Then she screamed as an overwhelming orgasm rocked her senses. She grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth firmly against her cunt and exploded in another climax.
"Don't stop!" she shrieked, as he moved his tongue to her clit.
He lapped feverishly at her twat. He tongue-fucked her cunthole and whipped her clit. He held her legs wide apart and dug his fingers into her ass. She came again and again, finally pushing him away when she couldn't take anymore.
Billy sat up on his haunches and gazed at her tits and cunt. "You're really a trip," he said, his cock stiff again.
She fingered his prick and smiled. "Do you want me to suck it or do you want to fuck me?"
"Will you suck it again?" He grinned.
"Sure, but don't you like to fuck?"
"Yeah, I like it, but there's something about a mouth on my dick that really drives me bananas."
Now Sherry rubbed her hand over her hairy wet slash and wondered what Chuck was doing at this moment. He was so trusting and innocent. Even his boss took advantage of him.
She gazed at the teenage prick in front of her face and smiled. She loved sucking almost as much as fucking and didn't mind giving Billy a second blow-job.
She let her legs drop open and exposed her raunchy-looking pussy to the boy's eyes. Then she reached over and closed her fingers around his half-stiff prong. His prick twitched and hardened in her hand and she stroked it loving- She slithered between his legs now and sucked his cockhead into her mouth. She pressed down on his dick-root and felt his knob swell up against her tongue. She squeezed his balls and jiggled them around.
When the door opened, she spit his dick out and turned around.
"Mom said I could join you when I finish my homework and I finished it," Doug said, tugging his jeans and shorts off and climbing onto the bed.
"Jesus!" Sherry said, pulling the blanket up and trying to hide her tits.
"Shit, you spoil everything!" Billy said, trying to pull Sherry's mouth back over his dong.
"Sherry, Chuck's on the telephone!" Faye suddenly trilled through the door. "You can take it in there, dear."
Sherry looked around frantically for the phone and saw it on the nightstand. "Don't either of you make a sound!" she hissed as she picked up the receiver.
She leaned back against the pillows and tried to compose herself as she chatted with Chuck, he told her he wouldn't be home until Monday night. He said he phoned her at the Thompson's because there'd been no answer at home. He was a little surprised to find she'd slept there.
"You be good, honey," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow night."
"How's the strike going?" she said as both boys rubbed and jiggled tits.
"I've managed to stop it," he said. "But I'm not taking any chances by leaving yet. I just feel bad about leaving you alone."
"I'll be fine, honey," she said as Doug moved up and shoved his hairy balls against her nose. She covered the receiver and hissed at him to stop it. Still, it was exciting to be speaking to Chuck and to be surrounded by all this teenage cock.
"See you tomorrow night," Chuck said. "We've got a bad connection. Your voice sounds funny, sweetheart."
"See you tomorrow, honey," she gasped as Billy tried to stuff his cock-knob between her lips. "I love you!"
"I love you too. Bye." She hung up the receiver and looked from one boy to the other. "You boys are just terrible," she giggled. "Do you realize that was my husband?"
She shivered as Doug eagerly sucked one of her stiff pink nipples. He cupped her round tit in both hands and massaged it as he licked her throbbing jug.
She writhed her ass and humped up and down as Billy's tongue shot deep inside her succulent snatch. He rubbed his nose over her clit and lashed her cunthole with his tongue.
She tangled her fingers in Doug's hair and pulled his mouth from one tit to the other. Billy sucked noisily on her twat. His cheeks glistened with cunt-cream. Every few moments he picked his head up and grinned at her.
"Shit, Sherry, you're something else!" he said.
He devoured her gash as his brother gluttonously sucked her boobs. She exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm and sobbed as she rammed her cunt at Billy's face.
She clawed at Doug's arms and shoulders as he continued nibbling on her boobs. She thrashed her legs in the air and imprisoned Billy's head against her crotch.
She forgot about Chuck then and Burt and Faye. She no longer cared that the Thompsons were in a room down the hall, aware that Sherry was in bed with their sons. All she cared about were the wild sensations in her pussy and the two teenage pricks that would soon be spearing her snatch.
Then she rolled onto her hands and knees and rested her face on her arms. "One of you fuck me like a bitch in heat! Like a dog! Get behind me and fuck me!"
She didn't care which one fucked her. She thrust her ass out and pressed her tits into the mattress. One of the boys clutched her asscheeks and moved around behind her. She reached through her wide-spread thighs and grabbed his stiff prick.
It was Doug, and in a moment his dick-head was lodged against her quivering cunthole. A deep groan escaped her lips as he forced his eager cock inside her grasping pussy.
God, it was good! Billy sat next to her and beat his meat as his brother fucked her cunt. She squirmed her ass with every thrust of Doug's dick and squealed when she felt a finger on her tiny puckered little asshole.
Now Billy moved in front of her and slapped his stiff cock against her face. "Open up, Sherry," he said, stabbing his prick against her lips.
She opened her jaws and accepted his fuck-stick in her mouth. She wriggled her ass back at Doug's prick and shivered when he stabbed his finger inside her shitter.
She had all three holes filled now and she clawed at the sheet as the first of a dozen orgasms rocked her bones. Her lust-filled cunt grabbed Doug's prick and clamped down, but the boy had incredible control and continued spearing her.
Sherry bucked her hips wildly when Doug drilled a second finger into her bunghole. She was so feverishly aroused, she thought she might faint.
Doug came then, bellowing and pouring a gallon of jism into her cunt-hole. Her cunt walls erupted at the feel of his thick warm spunk and she bit down on Billy's cock.
Her hot slit sucked fiercely at Doug's fuckpole and he continued pounding her pussy until his balls were drained. She released Billy's dick and sucked his balls into her mouth and the boy cried out as he came.
He directed his load over her face. Hot fuck-lava blasted out of his cockhead and gushed over her eyes and nose and cheeks and lips. Then he rubbed his knob over her face, massaging his cream into her skin.
Sherry was insatiable. She didn't stop to rest, but crouched down between Doug's legs and grabbed his dick. Teenage boys, she thought. God bless 'em. They get stiff again in minutes.
When he was good and hard, she went to work on Billy's dick. She slid the ring of her lips halfway down his dick and lashed her tongue over his cock-knob. In less than five minutes he was hard again too and she stretched out on her back with her legs wide apart and her cunt exposed.
"Have either of you ever fucked a girl in the ass?" she said, lewdly sucking a finger into her mouth.
"I have!" Billy snickered.
"Shit, who hasn't?" Doug said, his face flushed.
"Which one of you would like to fuck my ass?" she hissed.
"Me!" Billy cried.
"No, me!" Doug said.
"You can both do it," she giggled, swinging her ass up and holding her thighs against her tits.
The brothers took turns. First Doug moved in front of her and lubricated his cock with her cunt juice. Then he stabbed it inside her brownie and fucked it in and out while the brunette squealed with lust.
"Now Billy!" she wailed. "Now Billy's turn!"
Doug pulled his prick out of her asshole and his brother took his place. He slithered his prick into her butt-hole and stuffed two fingers into her twat.
"Oh, my God, I'm coming so hard!" she sobbed as she convulsed in a climax.
"Lunch is almost ready!" Faye called out through the door. "Don't forget to wash up, boys!"
In fifteen minutes the entire Thompson family was saying grace over lunch. Sherry sat between Billy and Doug, her hands busy on their laps.
"Amen," Burt and Faye said together.
"Amen," the boys chorused.
"Amen," Sherry said as she tugged down two zippers and closed her fingers over two teenage pricks. "Amen."
CHAPTER NINE
Sherry lay in bed one morning and watched the handyman mow the lawn. She stretched and nestled against the pillows. For the first time then she noticed the handyman's muscular arms and broad chest.
She had to admit to herself that cheating was more exciting than marital fucking. Last night Chuck had given her a wonderful fuck, but it wasn't as good as a stranger's. There was no doubt about it, cheating was the added ingredient that lent excitement and thrills to fucking.
Now she rolled over onto her belly and watched as Steve, the handyman, filled a big plastic bag with dead leaves. His muscles rippled and she wondered suddenly if he would be a good lay.
She stuffed a pillow under her cunt and pressed down, trying to squeeze an orgasm out of her horny snatch. But it didn't work. She finally rose up from the bed and headed for the bathroom.
She peed and showered and quickly dressed. Although she didn't have to go to work today, she made up carefully and dressed in her newest t-shirt and tight jeans.
When she finally went downstairs and put some coffee on, she stepped to the door and glanced around. "Would you like to take a break?" she said to Steve. "I've got fresh coffee brewing."
"I wouldn't mind," he said as he stared boldly at her tits.
She shaded her eyes from the glare of the sun. She was aware of him staring at her boobs and turned on by his expression. "I'm going to have some toast," she said, her cunt twitching. "Would you like some?"
He dropped the bag of leaves and walked up the steps to the kitchen.
"I'll take whatever you're offering," he said with lowered eyes.
She dropped bread into the toaster and filled two cups with hot coffee. "Sit down," she said, and he filled a chair with his bulk and continued staring at her tits.
When the toast was ready, she put it on a plate and buttered it. She offered the dish to him and he accepted, biting down on the toast as his eyes raked over her body.
"Have you been doing this work long?" she said, crossing one leg over the other.
'Yeah," he said, his eyes shifting from her tits to her crotch.
Her jeans were skin-tight and the denim crotch fit so tightly she knew the slit of her cunt showed. She bit down on a piece of toast and questioned him.
"Are you married?" she said, her eyes fixed to his crotch.
"Sure."
"Do you have any children?"
"Two."
"I don't have any children yet," she said. "I know," he said. "How do you know?"
"Well, for one thing I've never seen any kids around here."
"And...?"
"And for another," he said, leering at her boobs. "If you'll excuse me, ma'am, women who have little kids usually aren't so horny."
"I beg your pardon!" she gasped, rising up, but he put his big hand over hers and she sat down again.
"There's no need to get so upset," he said, rubbing her hand. "I just meant that you're a very sexy woman."
"Well, I, uh," she stammered.
"There's no need to be embarrassed," he said, rising to his feet and standing over her. "I happen to think you're a very sexy dame and I'd like to suck your pussy right here and now."
Sherry rose up and stared up at him. "How dare you?" she hissed.
"Come off it, lady," he said, his features split by a big grin. "You've been eyeing me all morning and you look like a bitch in heat. So don't play innocent with me now."
He grabbed her then and kissed her. Hard. He slid his tongue into her mouth and frenched her as she struggled against him. She pounded his chest with her fists, but it was all a game. She knew what he wanted and she wanted it too.
He pushed her down onto a chair and knelt in front of her. He unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them off her ass. He slid his big hands over the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them off her feet.
Not a word was exchanged between them, but in a moment his face was enclosed by her silken thighs and his hot tongue was lapping gently at her clit.
For a moment she felt panic. Here she was in her own kitchen having her pussy sucked by a virtual stranger. A handyman. But then she grabbed his hair and ground her cunt back at his mouth.
And it was good. He lapped and licked steadily on the swollen shaft of her clit while waves of hot pleasure coursed through her pussy. The guy really knows how to suck a cunt, she thought. Steadily with just the right amount of pressure.
She forgot that he was a handyman and he was sucking her pussy in her own kitchen. All she cared about now was the feeling of his tongue as it lapped more forcefully over her horny love-button.
She felt her cunthole begin to gush thick hot juice. She gazed at him and watched as he licked it up and swallowed it down with relish. He didn't smell any too clean and she wondered what his cock tasted like. He'd been working all morning and probably sweating heavily. The thought of sucking a cock that wasn't perfectly clean appealed to her in a perverse way.
"Oh, God!" she shrieked when he pressed his lips over her clit and sucked it into his mouth. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled, almost falling off the chair as she came.
A huge glob of cunt-cream shot out of her hole and drenched his chin and he grinned as he licked it up with long swipes of his tongue.
His head bobbed up and down between her thighs as he continued sucking her juicy twat. He sucked her clit and stabbed his tongue in and out of her cunthole.
Another orgasm rocked her, and she threw her head back as her body convulsed. She almost blacked out, and when she regained her senses he was still slobbering over her gash.
He finally raised his head and gazed up at her, his face coated with her slick juices. "You one of those nymphomaniacs?" he said, dipping his head back down between her thighs.
"I don't know!" she moaned.
His hair tickled her sensitive inner thighs as he blew his hot breath over her slit. His slick tongue explored her cunt-folds and he tongued and licked her slime-coated creases.
Then he began tongue-fucking her again. He zipped his tongue in and out of her clutching cunt and lashed her clit. He stuffed her hungry twat with his tongue and she gripped his head with her thighs. He jerked his tongue in and out of her hot box and she arched her back and climaxed again.
She grabbed his ears and clawed his neck as he finally eased his tongue out of her slit and sat back on his haunches. He pushed her ass up and zeroed in on her little brownie.
She shrieked as his slick tongue lapped over her butt-hole. He forced his tongue-tip into her bung and thrust it in and out. He stabbed her again and again, her asshole clamping down on his tongue-root.
He worked his tongue in and out of her pungent-smelling shit-chute and she squeezed her tits as she climaxed again. A blinding orgasm ripped through her and she drummed her feet over his shoulders.
He finally released her and sank back down on his chair. He stared at her and she blushed as she poured fresh coffee and tried to engage him in conversation.
"Well, I guess you'd better get back to work," she said, sipping the scalding liquid and burning her tongue.
"Not until we fuck," he grunted, leaning closer and grabbing her tits.
"Oh, I don't know," she stammered.
"Hey, lady," he said gruffly. "You think I'm good enough to suck your cunt, but not good enough to fuck you?"
"Oh, it's not that," she said, her eyes on the floor. "It's just that my husband will be home soon, and... "
"Your husband'll be home after work," he said. "Don't bullshit me. You do this all the time. You're a hot cunt and you're fucking half the guys in town. And now you're gonna fuck me."
Sherry's heart pounded. He was right. It wasn't fair for her to expect him to suck her pussy and then leave. She owed him at least a quick fuck. But she wondered how she could manage to get him into the shower. He smelled of perspiration and body odor and unwashed cock.
"I know what you're thinking," he chuckled, taking her hand and moving it over the bulge of his fly. "You're thinking I'm not good enough for you, aren't you?"
"That's not it," she protested.
"Well, I don't give a shit," he said, his eyes cold and glittering. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out and you're gonna love it."
He pulled her to her feet then and tugged her t-shirt over her head. Her tits heaved and her breathing was ragged. She had to admit it was thrilling. He had a mean look in his eyes and a big bulge in his fly. Her tits wobbled with every breath she took and he cupped one with his huge grimy hand and squeezed it.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Can't we stay down here?" she begged.
"You don't wanna fuck in your marital bed, huh?" he chuckled, pulling her into the bedroom and onto the bed.
She sank down on the bed and watched as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor. He wore no shorts and the aroma of his prick filled the room. There was something erotic about the whole thing. Bad smelling, but nevertheless exciting.
Suddenly he walked over to the closet and rummaged through Chuck's ties. He grabbed two of them and returned to the bed.
"What are you doing?" she said, beginning to rise up from the bed.
"Get back down there," he said, pushing her over and grabbing her wrists.
Sherry's heart almost stopped as he began tying her wrists with one of Chuck's ties. "What are you doing?" she wailed.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he smirked, pushing her over and straddling her face, her arms tied behind her back.
She started saying something about Chuck coming home early, but then he shoved his prick into her mouth and cut off her words. He slammed his fuck-stick in and out of her lips, forcing her to take his cockhead into her throat.
He laughed at her discomfort and fucked her mouth as if it were a cunt. Incredibly enough Sherry felt herself turning on. The brutal mouth-fuck was strangely thrilling.
Then suddenly he pulled his dick out of her mouth and draped her legs over his shoulders. He positioned himself between her thighs and pressed his cockhead against her pussy.
She gazed at him wide-eyed as he shoved his prick inside her cunt-hole. She trembled as his thick cock slid deep inside her twat and his balls tickled her cunt-bush.
He pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. "I don't smell so good, huh?" he grunted as he rammed his cock in and out of her slit.
She didn't answer, but humped her ass and met his stroking prick.
"Can't you untie me?" she gasped. "I won't try and get away."
"You bet you won't," he snorted as he slammed his prick deep inside her depths. "And I ain't gonna untie you, so shut up!"
His breathing was rapid as he pawed her tits and pinched her nipples. He rubbed her clit as he fucked her pussy. She humped her ass up off the bed, no longer conscious of his odor.
Her pussy clamped down on his rod and closed tightly around his dick-root. He came then, his cockhead erupting a blast of pungent-smelling jism inside her pussy-pocket.
When his cock finally slid out of her cunt, he moved up on the bed and stuffed it into her mouth. "Lick it clean, lady," he snickered, his ass covering her face. "Get it good and clean and maybe I'll fuck you again."
She lapped her tongue over his fuck-stick, struggling to breathe as his asscheeks covered her nose. By the time she licked up the combination of cock-cream and cuntjuice, his pole was half-stiff again.
"Now I'm gonna fuck your asshole," he said as he climbed off her face.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Please, untie me!"
"You love it and you know it!" he chuckled.
He slapped her ass, tossing her around like a rag-doll onto her belly. Her wrists began to hurt and her shoulders ached, but she knew it was useless. When the telephone rang, he picked it up and shoved it against her ear.
"Hello," she rasped.
It was Chuck. "Hi, honey," he said. Til be home late so don't bother fixing dinner," he said.
"Then I'll see you soon," she said as Steve pried her asscheeks apart and ran his cockhead up and down her asscrease.
"No, honey, you didn't hear me. I said I'd be home late," Chuck said. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, stifling a moan as Steve forced his cockhead into her bunghole.
"Well, you sound tired or something. Listen, hon, I've got to go now. See you later."
He hung up the phone and Steve replaced the receiver. "The old man's working late, huh?" he chuckled. "That means we've got even more time, right?"
"You're going to be sorry for this!" she sobbed.
"Listen, lady, I've fucked half the women on this block," he said as he slapped her ass and fondled her silken flesh. "And nobody's complained yet."
He slid two fingers into her pussyhole and again placed his cockhead against her puckered bung. Then he pushed forward and his entire dick popped inside her shitter.
Her tiny hole was stretched wide and a combination of pain and intense pleasure rocked her senses. The ring of her asshole closed tightly around his prick as he pushed his prong in and out of her shit-chute.
He grabbed her hips and lunged in and out of her shitter. He told her to play with her pussy.
"I can't!" she cried. "My hands are tied!"
"So they are," he chuckled, untying her wrists.
She moved one hand to her cunt and the other to the tits. "That's the girl," he chuckled. "You're a little animal, aren't you?"
She ignored him, her brownie clutching at his cock and her finger rubbing her clit. She shivered through a wonderful orgasm and brought him off with her.
Blasts of hot cream filled her bowels as his spurting prick rammed in and out of her shitter. When he was through, he pulled out and pushed her over onto her back.
Once again he straddled her and now he stuffed his dick back into her mouth and told her to lick it clean. "Go ahead Miss High and Mighty," he snickered. "Suck up your shit!"
She realized she'd reached the depths of degradation when she eagerly closed her lips over his big cock-knob and lovingly slid her mouth halfway up his pole.
She swirled and twirled her tongue over his silken man-meat. She pressed her lips down on the flared rim of his knob and felt her pussy convulse in another climax.
By the time he left, he fucked her ass again and fucked her cunt three more times. She lay on the bed exhausted and watched him dress.
"I better come back next week and finish the lawn," he said, as he zipped his fly.
"Anytime," she said, a tiny smile on her face.
"You're not mad anymore?" he said. "I'm not mad anymore," she said. "I won't charge you next time," he said. "I had a good time," she said.
CHAPTER TEN
"Before you go to work, suck my cock," Chuck said one morning as Sherry bustled around the bedroom dressing.
She wore only a sweater and stockings and garter belt and she happily sat on the edge of the bed and reached inside the blanket for his prick.
"Yeah, baby, that's nice," he grunted. "Take it all the way in. Take it in to the root." She sucked his soft dick into her mouth root-deep and lapped her tongue all around. She caressed his balls and gazed at his face. With it all, she thought, I love him more than ever.
She moved her lips up and down his still-limp cock and thought about the date she had at noon to entertain a client of Rex's. Rex had been surprised when she'd volunteered to take care of the man. Surprised, but pleased.
"So you're finally growing up," he'd said the previous week.
She had only smiled, but said nothing. He could call it growing up. She called it hot-pants and she realized she had them in spades. And if she could get paid for it too, well, why not?
Now she continued sucking Chuck's cock, until he told her to stop.
"That's enough, babe," he said, lifting his head from the pillow.
"Are you working late tonight?" she said, kissing him warmly on the lips.
"No," he said. "I'll be home on time and we'll fuck, okay?"
She nodded and blew him a kiss. She had a full day ahead of her. Work until noon and then meet Rex's client. Then home by four or five and a session with Chuck. Life can certainly be wonderful, she thought.
She finished dressing and left Chuck drinking coffee in the kitchen as she drove to the office. The morning was uneventful. Rex had hired a few new salesmen who seemed nice. They both had big bulges in their crotches and stared at her tits like starving men at a banquet. But she made it a point never to date the guys in the office. Clients were one thing. Sometimes she never saw them again. But she knew it wasn't a good idea to fuck guys she worked with. She didn't want any trouble with jealous wives.
"Hey, honey," Rex said, draping an arm around her shoulder. "There might be more than one of them."
Sherry finished adding up a column of figures. "I don't mind," she smiled, licking her lips and winking.
"You're too much," Rex chuckled, tousling her hair. "Here's the key to the room. Don't be late. You're gonna have a busy afternoon. One of 'em might try something freaky. Remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
She accepted the key and thought about the day the handyman had tied her up and how much she'd enjoyed it. "I can take care of myself," she said. "Don't worry about little old Sherry."
She found herself horny with anticipation and watching the clock. At eleven thirty she rose up from her desk and asked Brenda to take care of things.
"Gone for the rest of the day?" the blonde smiled, rolling her eyes.
Sherry giggled as she walked out the door. "The rest of the day," she said.
When she arrived at the motel room, there were three men waiting outside the door.
"Are you Sherry?" one of them said.
She glanced from one to the other, pleasantly surprised at their appearance. They looked around thirty or thirty-five and all three were nice looking.
"No last names," the one who introduced himself as Don said, as she unlocked the door.
"I'll go along with that," the second one said. He extended his hand to Sherry and grinned. "The name's Bob," he said, squeezing her hand and leering at her ass when she draped her coat over a chair.
"And I'm Pete," the third one said. "When do we fuck?"
Sherry giggled nervously. "Can't we order something from room service first?" she said. She'd never taken on three men at the same time. She was excited and turned-on by the prospect, but nevertheless nervous. Rex had said one of them might try something freaky.
She gazed from one to the other. They all three looked clean-cut and she couldn't figure out which one it might be.
"Beer okay?" Don said, dialing the phone.
They all agreed that beer would be fine and then sank down into chairs to wait for it. Sherry had brought a brief-case filled with literature describing the various insurance policies and she began talking about the company's fine business-interruption insurance.
She continued talking after the waiter brought the beer. Finally Pete cut her off. He rose up and paced around the floor. He appeared agitated and gulped down a can of beer in three swallows.
"Can this shit," he said finally, grabbing Sherry's hand and trying to pull her out of her chair.
"Take it easy," Don said softly.
"What do you mean, take it easy?" Pete said. "I came here to get laid, not get a lecture on fuckin' insurance."
"Don't pay any attention to him," Bob said. "He's a little hyper since his wife left him. But maybe we should get started. I wouldn't mind a little gash myself."
She crossed her leg, ignoring the fact that her skirt had crept up to the middle of her thighs. They all three stared at her cleavage as she bent over to pick something up from the floor.
"Okay, boys," she said, rising up and thrusting her boobs out.
They hustled her over to the bed then and Sherry trembled with excitement. She wondered if they'd try any rough stuff and almost wished they would. Not that she wanted to get hurt. She wasn't that horny. But a little danger added spice to the fucking. Steve, the handyman, had taught her that.
Suddenly she was sprawled down on the bed and one of them had his face pressed hungrily against her crotch. Her skirt was up to her waist and someone slipped her panties off her feet.
One of them climbed onto the bed and began pawing her tits. The third one tugged his pants and shorts off and forced his prick into her mouth.
The one whose face was buried against her twat rammed his tongue around her pussy-tissues. She was so excited now she didn't know who was doing what and didn't care.
The one licking her snatch shoved a finger up her cunthole while he lapped her clit. The one pawing her tits pulled her sweater open and closed his teeth over one big nipple.
The one squeezing her ass pushed his face under her body and drove his tongue inside her asscrack. She squealed and quivered and bucked up and down. Things were getting a little rough, but she didn't care. The sensation of three mouths and three pairs of hands on her body was incredible.
Then one of them pushed his cock into her hand and she began stroking his thick shaft. "Suck it," Pete said.
"Yeah, suck mine too!" Bob said.
They all three stripped then and lay down side by side on the bed.
"Suck all three of us," Don said.
"Three blow jobs?" she gasped.
All three cocks stood up straight in the air. The men squeezed their dick-roots and grinned. "Three blow jobs," they chorused.
She sat haunched up on her knees, aware of the picture she made with her tits wobbling and her now-damp curls framing her face. "Well, if you insist," she said.
And she gave them each a blow job. She went from one prick to the other, licking and sucking their dicks. She took each fuck-stick into her throat and sucked their ball-bags.
"Hey, I wonder what my old-lady's doing right now," one of them snickered.
"She's probably got some guy's dick stuffed inside her mouth," Pete said.
"Fuck you!" the first one snorted.
"These fucking women are all alike," Pete said, grabbing Sherry's head and forcing her lips down to the base of his prick. "You're all whores!" he said. "Whores!"
Sherry felt a moment of panic when she couldn't breath. His crotch hair tickled her nose and her nostrils pressed tightly against his balls. But then he released her and she moved over to Bob.
Bob pulled her on top of him and sucked one of her hanging tits into his mouth. "Just the kind I like," he said, lapping his tongue in a circular motion around her big round boobs. "They hang just enough," he said. "I like 'em big and hanging."
"I like all kinds," Don chuckled, burying his face against her ass-crack.
"You're a fucking freak," Pete chuckled. "Your favorite part is her Goddamn asshole!"
Then suddenly she was on her back with her knees pulled up to her tits and her asshole and cunthole totally exposed. Someone pried her cunt-lips open and ran his finger around her succulent inner lips.
He rubbed her twat and slid two fingers inside her pussy-hole. She panted and moaned as her cunthole grabbed at his digits. She came when two more fingers snaked inside her asshole.
Now one of them pushed his face against her cunt. She clamped her thighs around his head as he tongue-fucked her pussy-hole. Another one stuffed his cock into her mouth while the third one sucked voraciously on her tits.
She eagerly sucked the cock in her mouth. And then the other two released her and they took turns filling her mouth with stiff cock-flesh. She lay back and gluttonously sucked in their fuckpoles. She fondled their hairy balls and tried to ram a finger into their assholes.
The tight moist ring of her lips flew up and down all three fucksticks. Her tongue darted over cockheads and cockshafts and balls. Her jaws began to get tired, but she was hardly aware of it.
They started coming then. Pete was the first one to blast off and he filled her mouth with thick pungent-tasting spunk. He forced her lips closed so she had to swallow it down, but she didn't mind. She choked a little, but managed to drink down his entire load.
Then Don straddled her face and began pistoning his dick in and out of her lips. His cock was big. Thick and long with prominent veins on his cockshaft. His balls slapped her as he pounded her mouth with his poker. Then he blasted off, directing his jism over her face.
She didn't expect them to get hard again, but when she opened her eyes all three of them were pumping their cocks. They grinned at her lewdly.
"You didn't think we were through," Pete snickered, his cock already half stiff. He pointed it at her cunt and she realized then her pussy was vulgarly exposed. She modestly closed her legs, but Pete pulled them apart again.
"What are you doing?" he grunted. "It turns me on to look at your gash."
He straddled her tits then and draped his half-hard dick inside her cleavage. She realized what he wanted and pushed her tits against his dick as he tit-fucked her.
She gazed down at his cock-slit, at the tiny drop of jism oozing out of the little opening. He moved his dick back and forth until it was almost ramrod-stiff again and then he stuffed it into her mouth.
She wrapped her tongue around his staff. Then one of them pushed her onto her side and moved behind her. He pulled her asscheeks apart and stabbed his cock-knob against her shitter.
She continued accepting the prick into her mouth, thrilled at the feel of the dick sliding inside her butt-hole. She gyrated her ass and gasped as the huge dong pushed inside her bung. God, it was good!
She rocked back and forth, one cock in her mouth and another in her asshole. She wondered where the third one was, but then she realized it was being inserted into her pussy.
She went wild. Stuffed with three stiff pricks! She could no longer move of her own volition. The three men had her tightly wedged between them. One pulled out of her cunt and the other pushed into her asshole. The one fucking her mouth forced his dick in and out Of her throat. Her tits bounced and jiggled with every thrust.
She came in a series of wild orgasms rocking her bones. All three men came too, filling her asshole, her cunthole and her mouth with man-cream.
By the end of the day her knees wobbled and the only thing she wanted was a quiet evening at home.
* * *
She rushed into the house and started dinner. She decided on steak and salad and turned on the broiler before dashing upstairs for a quick shower.
It had been the wildest day of her life. The three men were insatiable. Pete, especially, had been wild. At one point he'd tried stuffing a plunger in her cunthole, but the others stopped him.
Her asshole hurt and her pussy was sore. But she'd never had so many wonderful orgasms at one time. She studied herself in the full length mirror. Her eyes sparkled and her entire face looked alive. Then she decided it would be nice to have a simple fucking session with Chuck tonight. Wild fucking was for strangers. She knew that now. Gentle quiet fucking was for one's husband.
She dressed in a short black nylon slip that was cut low in front. Chuck liked her in slips. He thought they were sexier than nightgowns. She slipped into a pair of high-heeled mules and went downstairs just as Chuck was putting his key in the door.
When he saw her, his face split in a big grin. "You look gorgeous and horny,' he said, drawing her close to him.
She felt the bulge in his crotch and pulled away from his grasp. "Don't you want to eat first, honey," she said desperately. "I've got two nice steaks ready to broil."
He pulled her back to him and grabbed her hand. He pressed it against his crotch and her heart pounded when she felt the hardness of his cock.
"Fuck the steak," he said, plunging his tongue into her mouth. We're gonna fuck first."
Oh, God, she thought as he pushed her shoulder straps down and dropped his mouth to her tits.
He went from one boob to the other, sucking and licking her jugs. "Oh, baby, I'm such a lucky guy," he said.
"Lucky?" she said. "What do you mean, lucky?"
He lifted his head and draped his arm around her shoulder as they walked upstairs.
"I met some guys tonight," he said as they moved into the bedroom. "I stopped with some of the boys for a beer after work and these guys were at the bar talking."
"What about?" she said, climbing onto the bed, her slip-straps on her arms and her tits hanging out.
"Well, these guys had just spent the day at some hot-pillow motel with a broad."
"All three of them with one woman?" she said, her heart beating wildly.
"Yeah, all three of them with one woman. And she was married, too. She was wearing a ring. And she took all three of them on at the same time. Can you imagine that? She took on all three of them at once."
He stripped then and joined her on the bed. He moved one hand over her pussy and the other over her boobs.
"Can you imagine a married woman who was so horny she'd fuck three guys at the same time?" he said, closing his lips over one big tit.
She felt her cunt heat up then, and her blood race. "The world's full of strange people," she said, grabbing for his prick. "And you say she was married too?"
"Yeah," he said, lying flat and letting Sherry press her face against his upthrust dick. "Not everyone's as lucky as I am, honey," he said. "And don't think I don't know it."
"I know you appreciate me, baby," she mumbled, her mouth filled with his fuckpole. "Some people are just lucky, aren't they?"
