The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Denise Franklin is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
NAKED NAUGHTY WIFE--a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Denise Franklin's big tits shifted around inside her sheer pink shortie nightgown. She moved down on the bed and wrapped her fingers around her husband's prick.
"It's getting hard, hon," Harold Franklin said sleepily. "Don't stop. Get it good and hard and I'll slam it to you."
The brunette sucked his soft cockhead into her mouth. She sucked it into one cheek and then the other. She ran her tongue-tip into his piss-slit and played with his hairy balls.
It wasn't her nature to complain, but the horny woman was growing weary of catering to her husband's whims. It had always been like this. They'd been married ten years and for ten years Denise had done all the work in bed.
Now she let her tongue dance over his balls and thighs. She knew she was too passive. Her mother had warned her that Harold would take advantage of her. Give him what he wants every time, her mother had said, and you'll become his slave.
Well, she wasn't his slave, she thought as she darted her tongue over his cock-root. Harold was a good provider and a faithful husband. He was home every night at six o'clock sharp. He didn't gamble and he didn't drink excessively. But he was the boss, in bed and out.
Now the turned-on woman caressed his stiffening dick with her tongue and lips. She did love Harold and it wasn't his fault she was so passive. But, still, he takes unfair advantage of it, a little voice inside her head said.
That little voice in her head talked a lot lately. Denise wished it would go away. She tried to concentrate on Harold's prick. She dearly loved to suck his cock and most of the time she got hot when she gave him head.
And a good thing, the little voice said. He never returns the favor. He never goes down on you, like most men do. But we've been married a long time, Denise answered the voice. People who have been married a long time develop a routine. Our routine is I suck Harold and then we fuck. Sometimes.
She felt his dick stir and made a tight ring of her lips. Lately when she finally got him hard, he wound up shooting off in her mouth. She couldn't actually remember the last time they fucked. Three or four weeks ago, she thought. Maybe even more.
She squeezed his balls and thought about the conversation she'd had this morning with her best friend, Paula. Paula was divorced and had been around a lot and Denise confided in her about her marital problems.
"If I was married to a selfish shit like Harold, I'd sure as hell find myself a boyfriend," she'd said as they glanced around the coffee shop.
Denise had tried changing the subject. She liked Paula a lot, and didn't like to hear her constantly criticize Harold, but the blonde persisted.
"And another thing," Paula had said. "When are you going to get yourself some decent shoes and stuff. Look at you. I'd give my right arm for those gorgeous legs and you ruin them with those low-heeled clodhoppers."
"Oh, Paula," she'd said. "You know Harold doesn't like high-heels."
"Yeah," Paula had smirked. "Not on you, you mean. He likes them well enough on other women. He just likes to keep you plain so other guys won't come sniffing around."
Now Denise sucked eagerly on his spongy cockhead. She tried to drive her conversation with Paula out of her mind. Even though Paula was her best friend, she resented her always trying to manage everyone else's life.
"That's good, honey," Harold grunted, humping his ass and gripping the sides of her head. "It'll be hard enough to fuck you soon. Don't stop now, you hear?"
She worked her jaws as she slid the ring of her lips up and down his tool. She couldn't help but think about another thing Paula was always talking about. Denise's long black waist-length hair.
"I'd sell my soul for that hair," Paula had said again this morning. Down to your waist and thick and curly." Then the blonde had hissed. "And look at the way you wear it! In a bun, for God's sake! A bun! All because that husband of yours doesn't want other guys to notice you. But it doesn't work, honey," she smiled. "See those two guys over there. They haven't taken their eyes off your tits for the past fifteen minutes."
"Oh, they're looking at you," Denise had said.
"They're looking at both of us," Paula spit out. Even you can't hide those tits and legs, even if you do a good job of keeping them under cover!"
Now Denise breathed through her nose as she slid her lips down to Harold's dick-root. Her nose pressed into his cock-hair and for a moment his cock-knob stabbed her windpipe. She pulled her shortie gown up to her waist and tried to move her pussy over his thigh, but he stopped her.
"Don't do that, hon," he said. "You know I don't like that kind of thing."
She sighed and tried to get some pressure on her clit by squeezing her thighs together, but it didn't work. Harold was so adamant sometimes. Like when she tried to initiate new things in bed. He always stopped her. Right now she wanted to rub her hot gash over his leg, but as usual he hadn't allowed it.
Her tits hung down and mashed against his hip as she continued working on his dick. It was almost stiff enough for fucking. She felt a breeze on her ass and wished she could take her nightgown off and let her skin breath. But Harold wouldn't allow that either. He always said only sluts fucked completely naked. Nice women always wore something. And yet he always slept naked. Yes, the little voice in her head chuckled. The old double standard.
Just once, on their honeymoon, he'd gone down on her. She'd loved it, but after a minute he'd sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. And he'd told her it tasted awful. Really swarmy, he'd said. And as an eighteen year old bride, she'd been mortified.
Now he finally growled and rolled over on top of her. "Now we'll have a good fuck!" he said, hovering over her.
Her gown was bunched up around her waist and her long hair framed her face. She pulled her legs back and he moved between them. She gasped as he pressed his fuck-stick against her cunthole. She whimpered when his cock filled her tight hot box.
Her pussy-lips clutched his rod. He pulled halfway out and then lunged forward, splitting her in two with his throbbing dick. She draped her legs over his shoulders and squirmed her ass as he drove his steely spike in and out of her gash. He corkscrewed it in and out, rubbing his shaft deliciously over her clit.
"Oh, honey, that's so good!" she panted. "Oh, honey, it's wonderful!"
His prick shot in and out of her fuck-tube and his balls slapped her upthrust ass. She could feel his cock in her belly and she whipped her hips back and forth to meet his strokes.
He rammed her now, and she felt her insides churn. Her horny little clit stood out from its hood. Maybe this time I'll come, she thought. Maybe this time I won't have to finish off in the bathroom.
Because that was the usual routine. When Harold finally fucked her, he'd move to a rhythm that was good for him, but not always good for her. She'd tried discussing it with him, to no avail. He always said the man had to maintain a certain timing so he wouldn't shoot off too fast. But his timing never coincided with hers. And the result was an orgasm for him, but not for her.
Now he ground his wiry crotch-hair against her clit. "Oh, God, I'm almost there!" she moaned softly. "Oh, honey, don't stop! I'm almost there!"
But of course he stopped. He pulled his cockshaft out of her slit and rested. "Gotta get my breath," he gasped. "Don't wanna come yet!"
Denise almost wept, but she said nothing. The mood was gone. Ruined. She'd needed that precise moment to relieve the tension in her cunt, and now it was gone. When he began again, she'd have to start from scratch and there wouldn't be enough time.
"You're hot as a firecracker, aren't you?" he chuckled, slamming his prick back inside her pussy.
"Yes, honey," she moaned.
"Yeah, that's my hot little wife," he said as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "You really love it, don't you? You love when I stick my cock into your cunt, don't you?"
"Yes, darling, I love it," she whimpered as his cock shot in and out of her cuntjuice-soaked twat.
She always told him it was good. She didn't believe that hurting his feelings would help anything, so she lied. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it. It was her nature to want to make him happy. Yes, but what about you? the little voice inside her head said. What about your happiness, Denise? Don't you count?
Yes, I count, she answered the voice. But there's nothing I can do now. The pattern is set. It was set ten years ago and that's that!
Now she felt her cunt begin to respond again and her cuntflaps clutched his boner. She squeezed her tits through her gown and pulled her nipples.
In the old days, Harold had loved playing with her boobs. He had sucked and licked them in a way that drove Denise wild. But in recent years he paid little attention to them and sometimes even objected when she played with them.
She moved her gown up to her neck and tried to bring his mouth down to her tits, but he pulled back. "Not now!" he growled. "Oh, fuck, your cunt feels so good and tight!"
She squeezed her cunt-muscles around his shaft, the way he had taught her to do. Perspiration dripped down his face as her pussy clutched and milked his dick. His jism-filled balls slapped her upturned ass and she began riding toward an orgasm for the second time that evening.
Her cunt-cream gushed out of her hot hole and soaked his prick. She strained to achieve the relief of an orgasm. Please, God, let me come before he does, she thought. I need it so badly!
He cupped her asscheeks then and she wondered what it would be like to fuck with the lights on. Harold hardly ever fucked her in the daytime and never with the lights on. He thought only sluts fucked with the lights on. And he was never in the mood in the morning.
Still, his hands felt good clutching her butt. She'd always thought her ass was too big, but Harold liked it. More than enough to hold onto, he usually chuckled.
Now his prick slammed in and out of her puffy cuntlips and she trembled as the first flutter of an orgasm ripped through her cunt. Tiny flames of lust raged through her crotch and she gasped for breath. Her blood raced as she concentrated on her climax. Her tits flopped around outside the confines of her nightie and she pulled hard on her nipples.
Please, God, make me come! she cried to herself. Please, don't let him stop yet!
And at that exact moment Harold slowed down and once again her impending orgasm died away.
"Shit, it's great tonight," he panted as he rested. "Get on your hands and knees now and I'll give you a good pounding."
He slapped her butt and the horny brunette climbed onto her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, just the way he liked it. He rose up then and stood behind her, fitting his cock-head back inside her cunthole.
She liked the position, but she knew she wouldn't come tonight. Not now. She was fast losing the mood again, although she shivered with excitement when he began fucking her again.
He held her hips, digging his fingers into her sensitive skin. He bucked back and forth as he drove his cock deep inside her depths. She moved a hand to her cunt and rubbed her clit. Sometimes she was able to come this way.
His pulsating prick snaked in and out of her gash and a fresh flood of cunt-oil oozed out of her slit. She rammed her ass back to meet his thrusts, but he still stopped fucking every few minutes and her excitement died away.
Damn him! she thought and then felt guilty about her hostility.
And then he plunged forward and came, filling her cunt with thick hot jism. She loved the feel of his spunk shooting into her gash and her cuntflaps clamped down on his spewing rod, but she didn't come and knew she wouldn't.
What felt like a quart of jizz slithered into her fuck-chute and ran down the insides of her thighs. His prick began to deflate and his shaft no longer rubbed against her clit.
After a few moments, his cock slipped out of her cunt and he sank down on the bed. She heard him snore within five minutes and then she climbed out of bed and went down the hall to the bathroom.
She sat down on the toilet and pulled her gown to her waist. She raised her feet onto the seat and began rubbing her pussy.
It wasn't fair! It just wasn't! Harold always came and she was usually left with an overheated horny cunt!
She reached over to the sink and grabbed her electric toothbrush. Harold didn't know it of course, but she masturbated with her toothbrush regularly. Not with the brush part, of course, but with the motor part.
She needed no lotion on her pussy. She was still gushing cuntjuice. She flicked on the motor and the toothbrush began vibrating. Trembling with excitement, she placed the handle over her clit and felt the lovely sensations of an orgasm overwhelm her senses.
Oh, yes! she thought as she moved the vibrator over her cuntfolds. She slid a finger into her cunthole and let the vibrator sizzle over her clit. She threw her head back and her entire body shook as a second climax raged through her.
She moved the toothbrush aside and rested a moment, her finger still drilling in and out of her cunthole. She brought one hand up to her face and sniffed her cuntjuice. The smell of her own pussy-fluids always excited her. She sucked a finger into her mouth and tasted her come. What a slut I am! she thought as she sucked hungrily on the digit. Maybe Harold is right after all, and I do have all the makings of a slut!
She rocked her hips as she placed the toothbrush motor back over her cunt. She added a second finger to the one in her twat, gnarling them together and pretending she had a cock filling her pussy.
She pretended a strange man was sucking her tits. She closed her eyes and suddenly the face of one of the men in the coffee shop this morning appeared in her mind. He had stared at her tits with hot eyes and now she pretended he was leaning over her and running his tongue slowly and sensuously over her boobs.
She held the motor of the toothbrush over her clit and squirmed her ass as she frigged her cunt. She added a third finger to her slit and pumped the artificial cock in and out of her convulsing pussy-hole.
She rocked back and forth, careful not to make too much noise. If Harold ever found out what she did after he fell asleep, she'd never hear the end of it.
Then the little voice inside her head began pestering her again. Are you going to live the rest of your life like this, Denise? it said. Are you going to end up in the bathroom diddling your clit with your toothbrush for the next thirty years?
"Oh, shut up!" she sobbed as she rubbed the vibrator over her succulent snatch. She humped her ass and threw her head back as an overwhelming orgasm gripped her crotch.
She couldn't get enough tonight. For some strange reason the more she came, the more she needed. She brought herself off again and again, but it still wasn't enough. And she knew why. It was because the damn electric toothbrush wasn't enough. It was because she needed a man with a real live cock fucking her cunt. A man who would take the time to turn her on and maybe make her come with his mouth before they fucked. A man who took her needs into consideration and not just his.
Maybe Paula was right. Maybe it would serve Harold right if she found herself a boyfriend. Once again she thought about the man in the coffee shop this morning. He'd looked like a man who knew how to satisfy a woman. He'd looked like a man who wouldn't have minded the taste of her cunt.
She gave herself one more orgasm before putting the toothbrush away and leaning back against the toilet-tank. She knew she wouldn't find a lover. It just wasn't her nature. She'd taken a vow, for better or worse, and she would stick to it forever if she had to.
She rose up then and switched off the light. Then she tiptoed back to bed, snuggling up next to Harold. Maybe things will improve, she thought as she drifted off to sleep. I just have to keep hoping, or I'll go crazy!
CHAPTER TWO
At exactly six-thirty the next morning, Denise turned the alarm clock off and rose out of bed. She was careful not to awaken Harold as she felt for her robe and slipped it on as she walked down the hall to the bathroom.
She rinsed her face and brushed her hair before stepping into the shower. She washed quickly and dried off before putting her hair into its customary bun.
When she was finished in the bathroom, she went back to the bedroom and slipped into a housecoat. It was high necked and loose fitting. Harold had bought it for her for her birthday and he liked her to wear it in the morning when she fixed breakfast. She thought it looked awful on her, but she wore it to please him.
She fixed french toast and thought about the previous evening and the time she'd spent in the bathroom jerking off. She blushed at the memory of her wantonness. Harold was right. Nice women didn't need more than their husbands could give them. Nice women didn't have insatiable appetites for sex. nice women didn't need to come again and again and again.
When the coffee was perking and the french toast was almost done, she went back upstairs to awaken Harold. When she saw that he wasn't in bed, she knew he was already in the bathroom dressing.
She went back downstairs and set the table in the dining room. Harold always liked her freshly washed and in a housecoat in the morning and he liked to eat in the dining room, not in the kitchen.
She arranged the french toast and syrup and coffee on a tray and brought it all into the dining room. She felt her pussy throb and sighed. I'm still horny, she thought wearily. Still hot and wet and horny.
When Harold came down for breakfast, he was dressed in a business suit and tie and white shirt which Denise had ironed. Harold didn't like the way the laundry did his shirts and insisted Denise do all his ironing. No wash and drip dry for my husband, she thought as he gulped down his breakfast.
"Good french toast, hon," he said as he sipped his coffee. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, there's an insurance guy coming by sometime today. Get all the information and write it down so you won't forget it. Then I've got some thinking to do about our future."
Denise's heart sank. "I was planning to do some shopping with Paula. Do you know when he's coming by?"
He glanced up at her, his eyes cool. "You spend too much time with that free-loader," he said, wiping his lips on a napkin and rising up. "I've got to get going," he said, walking to the front closet and taking his top coat off the hanger. "He said he'd be here by noon, but if he's delayed I want you to stay here until he shows up. This is more important than shopping with that alimony-hungry hussy-friend of yours."
She walked him to the door and turned her face up for his goodbye kiss. He absently patted her cheek and smiled. "I didn't mean to sound so grouchy, hon, but this insurance thing is important. If something happens to me I don't want you to have to worry about money."
He left then and she waited by the door and watched him climb into his car and drive away. He was right, of course, she thought, and I acted like a spoiled bitch. He's doing it all for me, isn't he? He's buying more insurance so if something happens to him I won't be left alone with no money.
I've got to stop complaining, she thought as she returned to the bedroom and began making the bed. I've got to start counting my blessings.
She finished straightening up the bedroom and went downstairs to do the breakfast dishes. She was happy when the front doorbell sounded and wiped her hands on a towel before dashing for the door.
She looked through the peephole and saw a clean-cut looking man of about thirty and knew he had to be the insurance salesman Harold had told her to expect.
She opened the door and felt her face turn hot. "Howdy, Mrs. Franklin," he smiled, bowing slightly as he walked into the room. "Mr. Franklin told you to expect me, I presume. The name's Vincent. Chuck Vincent."
She nodded and followed him over to the sofa. He seemed to fill the room with his presence. Not because he was especially big. He was around five feet ten and normal-sized. But he had a way about him that generated a sort of excitement and Denise felt her throat constrict.
"Yes, he did," she mumbled, looking down at her feet as she sat down. Her slippers were flat-heeled and she was aware of her matronly housecoat. Even so, her tits poked out of the thin material and she was shocked to realize she wanted this man to find her attractive.
"Uh," she mumbled, looking around. "My husband told me to write everything down. Will you excuse me while I go and get a pencil and paper?"
She started rising up, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her down again.
"Everything's in writing, Mrs. Franklin," he said softly, still holding her hand. His eyes darted from her face to her tits and for the first time Denise was glad Harold insisted she wear a bra from morning till night.
"Just in case someone comes to the door," he always said. "You don't want some strange old guy to see you without a sling on your tits. That's the price you pay for big knockers, hon."
Now she was horrified to feel her pussy moisten and she forced herself to meet his gaze. He cleared his throat and slowly released her hand.
"I'll explain everything to you," Chuck Vincent said, "but I have brochures I'll leave for your husband."
He moved just slightly closer to her on the sofa and put his hand over hers. "And speaking of your husband," he said softly. "He's got to be the luckiest guy in the world."
"Oh, my!" Denise stammered and licked her lips. "I don't know what you mean," she finally said.
"I mean that your husband is lucky to have such a beautiful wife," he said.
"Why, thank you," she whispered. Oh, God, please make my pussy stop fluttering! she said to herself.
"And now back to business," he said, draping an arm over her shoulder. "Why do you wear your hair like that?" he said suddenly.
"Like what?" she murmured, moving a hand to her bun.
"Like an old-maid school marm," he said softly, closing his hand over hers. "Let's see how you look with it loose," and he pulled a pin from her hair.
"Oh, I don't think you should do that," she stammered, but he continued pulling pins out of her hair until her bun came loose and her hair cascaded down her back.
"That's more like it," he said, sitting back and examining her.
"Do you really think so?" she said, her cunt spasming now with need.
"Now you look really gorgeous," he said, running his fingers through her ebony-colored hair. He continued staring at her, his eyes going from her face to her legs. "Except for those damn slippers," he snickered. "How can a woman with your gorgeous legs wear ugly things like these?"
"My husband likes them," she said softly, looking down at her feet.
"With those gams, you should wear the highest heels you can find," he said. He reached down and pulled the slippers off her feet, running his hand over her calves as he gazed down at her legs. "There, that's better," he said. "The next time I see you I hope you've taken my advice and bought yourself some high-heeled satin mules."
He pushed aside the insurance booklets and rubbed her neck as he gazed at her housecoat. "I hope you don't think I'm nervy," he said, "Mrs. Franklin."
"Oh, no," she said, her nipples throbbing inside her tightly packed bra.
"Hey, can I call you something besides Mrs. Franklin?" he said. "You're too young to be called Mrs. anything. What's your name, beautiful?"
"Denise," she whispered, after just a moment's hesitation.
"Denise," he repeated softly, toying with her earlobe. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He ran his hand through her long hair and rubbed his thigh against hers. "And you call me Chuck," he said. "Mr. Vincent is too damn formal."
Denise felt dazed and helpless. She had never felt this way before and it frightened her. But it was oddly exciting too and when he pulled her head down to his shoulder she put up no resistance.
"That's better, Denise," he said soothingly, moving one hand to her housecoat and slowly unbuttoning the top button.
Denise whimpered when she realized what he was doing, but still said nothing. Her heart pounded wildly and strange hot sensations engulfed her crotch. She knew it was wrong, but felt she was somewhere off in the distance and some other being had taken over her body.
Now he reached the bottom button and when it was undone he slipped the housecoat off her shoulders. "That's more like it," he said, gazing at her bra-covered tits and panty-clad pussy. "But why would a woman with your figure wear such ugly underwear?" he said, fluttering his fingers over her thighs.
"Uh... uh... I don't think you should be doing this," she stammered.
He moved his hand away and continued playing with her ear. "Anything you say, Denise," he said soothingly. He cleared his throat and began talking about insurance. "Now your husband was interested in term life," he began.
When he noticed how pale she'd become, he looked concerned. "Is anything wrong?" he said.
"I feel so weak," she whimpered.
He rose up off the sofa then and slipped his suit jacket off. "You need to relax," he said, his voice authoritative and strong. "I'm going to relax you the best way I know how."
He sank down to the floor in front of her and put his hands around her waist. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and gazed up at her.
"Now I won't hear any arguments," he said pulling her panties down to her thighs.
Denise's eyes widened and she thought she'd faint. She tried to speak, but her throat felt locked. She sank back against the sofa cushion, arching her back and lifting her ass as he pulled the panties off her feet and tossed them aside.
"There, now isn't that better?" he said softly, spreading her legs wide apart.
She didn't answer. She kept her eyes tightly closed and turned her face to the side. That way she could pretend she was helpless. She could pretend she had no way to fight him off. She was simply in his power and he could do anything he wanted with her body.
Meanwhile the insurance salesman rubbed his cheek against her inner thighs. The feel of his smooth-shaven face on her skin caused little electric sparks to shoot up her spine. She couldn't resist opening her eyes just a little and gazing at him as he ran tiny wet kisses over the velvety skin of her thighs.
She trembled and didn't resist when he spread her legs wider apart and ran his hot wet tongue all the way up to her pussy-thicket. He ran it up and down her inner thighs, close to, but not touching her throbbing cunt.
She gasped and her tits heaved as he moved up to the sofa and sat next to her. He took her hands then and pressed his lips to first one palm and then the other. Shivers ran down her spine as he tongued her palms and then slowly moved her hands to his crotch.
He forced her to rub her fingers up and down his throbbing dick. It felt hard and very big inside his fly. She tried not to meet his eyes as he moved his hands to her bra straps and pushed them off her shoulders.
She continued rubbing her hands over his crotch as he slipped the cups of her bra down until her tits sprang free. "Hot damn!" he muttered as he eyed her massive boobs. "Hot damn, what a pair!"
He moved quickly then, unhooking her bra and tossing it onto a chair. She whimpered as she rubbed his crotch and then gasped when he gently pushed her hands aside and unzipped his fly.
He didn't take his cock out, but returned his hands to her wobbling tits and caressed her turgid globes. He lifted and bounced them, his eyes glittering as her nipples stiffened.
Her cunt expelled a glob of cuntjuice as his fingers turned her stiff nipple into two dark pink spikes. She felt mesmerized as she unbuckled his belt and moved her hand inside his fly.
"That's the girl," he said, sucking in his breath as she moved her hand inside his fly and curled her fingers around his dick.
Her cunt throbbed at the feel of his thick cock in her hand. She hadn't touched any man's cock but Harold's in ten years. God forgive me, she thought, I can't help myself!
His pants were open now and she realized he wore no shorts. And then his arms were around her and he was pressing himself against her tits.
He pulled her off the sofa and down to the floor. His body covered hers and he kissed her, his tongue exploring her lips and teeth. Shivering, she slithered her tongue into his mouth. Her tits pushed against him as he moved his lips to her ear and stabbed his tongue around her overheated skin.
Suddenly she realized his cock had slipped inside her thighs. They rocked back and forth on the rug and Denise thought she would die from the excitement.
All rational thought left her mind. All she knew was that she wanted his cock inside her cunt. Wanted it and needed it. If she'd ever had a choice since this salesman walked into her home, she had none now. She needed his cock inside her like she needed food and water to live.
Now he nibbled and licked her ear and neck. He moved his mouth down to her tits and began a wonderful lapping of her boobs. His cock pulsated between her thighs and she squeezed her legs around it. She hadn't gotten a really good look at his dick, but she knew it was very, very big. And hard.
Now he moved his hands under her ass and squeezed her firm butt as he ran his tongue and lips over the slopes of her jugs. He fastened his mouth to one stiff nipple and licked it lovingly before moving to the other one.
Her breathing was ragged and her hips rolled from side to side as she closed her legs over his back. She moved now and in a moment his cock was nestled inside her gaping fuck-folds.
The insurance salesman dropped her tit from his lips and gazed down at her. "You sure need it bad, don't you, Denise?" he said, dropping his mouth back down on her ripe silken tits.
She arched her back and squirmed her ass, loving the feel of his stiff male-meat against her pussy-pulp. His shaft rasped against her clit and he held her asscheeks as he rubbed his dick against her pussy-mound.
He sat up then and hovered over her, one thick finger running up and down her slit. "You've got a beautiful cunt, Denise," he said, smiling down at her as his finger entered her cunthole. "And a tight one too."
He added a second finger inside her snatch and frigged her for a moment. "Oh, God, don't stop!" she moaned as she felt an orgasm begin to engulf her.
"Wouldn't think of it," he said as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and finger-fucked her pussyhole. "Come on, let it out!" he said, frigging her rapidly with his thick fingers. "Let it all out, honey!"
She grabbed her tits as she came, clamping her thighs tightly around his hand as the exquisite sensations of her climax raged through her pussy.
He continued stroking her love-button and when she opened her eyes she closed her fingers around his upthrust dick.
"You want it, don't you?" he chuckled as she pumped his cock. She nodded frantically as she moved his cockskin up and down his stiff rod.
"Say it!" he snapped, drilling his fingers deep inside her twat. "Say the words!"
"I can't... "
"Say it!" he said coldly, his fingers deep inside her belly.
Then he suddenly pulled them out and gazed down at her. "Say it, Mrs. Franklin," he smirked. "Tell me what you want me to do to you!"
"Oh, God!" she wailed. "I can't!"
"But you want me to do it, don't you?"
"YES!"
"Then say it!"
"Fuck me!"
"Louder!"
"Fuck me!"
"Louder! I can't hear you."
"Fuck me!"
"That's better," he chuckled, moving his cock against her cunt. He pushed her knees against her tits as he brutally shoved his prick inside her hot cunt-hole. She gasped as his dick sank deep inside her pussy. He held her ass as he began fucking her.
"Say it again," he growled. "Say it! Tell me what you want!"
"Fuck me!" she shrieked. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
And she kept yelling for him to fuck her until they both came and he filled her cunt with his thick hot jism.
CHAPTER THREE
"You look absolutely sensational!" Paula hissed as she stared across the table at Denise. "Like a different person!"
Denise dropped the menu and smiled. "Do you really think so?"
"Yes, I really do," Paula said. "And so does every man in the place. They're all staring at you." And she glanced around the restaurant.
Denise looked down at the menu again and blushed. She knew people were staring and was filled with a combination of excitement and fear.
Ever since the day of the insurance salesman's visit, she hadn't been the same. That same day, after Chuck had left, she went downtown and bought a whole wardrobe of sexy lingerie and shoes. She'd hidden everything away and only wore it when Harold wasn't home, or when she met a girlfriend for lunch.
Like today. She had worn a sexy pair of bikini panties and a lacy half-bra. Even if no one saw them, she knew she had them on and it made her feel more feminine and sexy.
"And your hair," Paula said. "That's more like it." The sexy blonde cocked her head to one side and grinned. "Are you keeping something from me?"
Denise's heart fluttered. She was terribly tempted to tell Paula about her affair with Chuck, but decided against it. She felt a certain loyalty to Harold which prevented her from confiding in her friend. Not that she'd seen Chuck again. Harold had telephoned him and bought a large policy after Denise told Harold what a good deal it was. Unlike most of their friends, Harold usually listened to her advice when it came to business. He thought she had a good head for business, unlike most women he knew. And after that all his business with Chuck had been done at Harold's office.
Denise felt a little disappointed when she didn't hear from Chuck again, but decided it was for the best. He had been rather aggressive and she'd felt terribly guilty after he'd left. Still, the guilt subsided and she felt more alive than she had for years.
She wore her hair loose or in a ponytail now when Harold wasn't around. At five forty-five, just before he arrived home, she put it up in a bun and slipped into flat shoes and a dowdy skirt or slacks. She wiped the lip gloss off her lips and removed her bikinis and half bra, substituting her plain white panties and bra.
She knew she was being deceitful, but decided it was worth it. But now it was two weeks since the wild day with Chuck Vincent and her pussy was horny again.
"I don't believe it," a deep voice suddenly said.
She glanced up and met the eyes of a tall dark man. "Why it's Frank Bartlett," she smiled. "Paula, this is an old boyfriend of mine from high school. Frank, meet Paula Stewart."
Paula's eyes sparkled and she preened, but Frank had eyes only for Denise. He pulled over a chair and stared at her. "You were always a dish," he said, "but now you're a knockout. Let's see now, it's been at least ten years since we've run into each other," he said. "And you don't look a day over twenty."
Denise blushed. "Oh, Frank, that's sweet of you, but you can't mean it."
"No, I really do," he said, taking her hand.
"Somehow I'm getting the feeling that I'm a fifth wheel around here," Paula said, rising up and reaching for her purse.
"Oh, don't go, Paula," Denise said, but Paula cut her off.
"No sweat, honey," she smiled. "I know when three's a crowd." She gazed down at Frank then and winked. "Nice meeting you, good-looking. See you around some time."
Paula flounced off then and Frank moved his chair closer to Denise's. "I hope I didn't ruin your lunch," he said, "But I'm so damn happy to see you. I need a drink. Where's that waitress."
He spied the waitress across the room and snapped his fingers in her direction. "Two martinis, please."
Denise crossed her legs under the table and felt her cunt moisten. The waitress brought the drinks and she took two gulps. Her hand shook as she replaced the glass on the table-top and gazed shyly at Frank. He'd been captain of the football team when they'd been teenagers and contrary to what he'd said about her being a dish, he'd never looked at her. But she'd had a crush on him all through school and had spent many hours dreaming of what it would be like to be kissed by Frank Bartlett.
Now he finished his drink and ordered two more. "Drink up," he said. "And tell me all about your life."
She told him she was married and he told her he was separated. "Yeah," he said, his eyes on her tits. "We've been incompatible for years. But you know what it's like when you have kids. You try to make it work."
He licked his lips then as he gazed at her sweater-covered boobs. "But finally," he said, "I just couldn't take anymore and I split." A grin creased his face then and he finished his second martini. "As a matter of fact I'm staying at a friend's pad not far from here. Why don't we go there where we can really talk?"
Denise's heart raced. The booze had gone to her head and her mind reeled. "Go to your apartment?" she said thickly.
"No, it's not mine," he smiled, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. "It belongs to a friend of mine, but he's letting me stay there."
He tugged gently at her hand and snapped his fingers at the waitress. "Check please, and pronto.
The waitress brought the check and he dropped some bills on the table. He rose up and moved around behind Denise's chair and helped her up.
"I've got to be home by five thirty," she whispered as she tripped on her four inch heels as he led her out the door.
"No problem," he murmured, his arm around her shoulder as he guided her down the street. "No problem at all, sexy."
Denise tried to drive all thoughts out of her mind as they walked the two blocks to his friend's apartment. They got into an empty elevator and Frank immediately took her into his arms and planted a hot wet kiss on her lips.
"Here we go," he said as they reached the tenth floor. "That's the girl. This way."
She stumbled after him down the hall and then he opened the door to ten-oh-two and she almost fell inside.
"Easy does it," he snickered as he led her into the living room. "Here, sit down," he said as she stumbled against the sofa. "You're gonna be okay, honey. Okay."
She leaned back against the pillows and closed her eyes. She wasn't accustomed to drinking martinis so early in the day. In fact, she wasn't accustomed to drinking martinis at all.
She heard the sound of a zipper and what sounded like a belt buckle being undone. She opened her eyes in time to see Frank move in front of her and force his prick between her lips.
She tried to move away, but he held her hair in an iron grip. "Get your mouth on my cock," he said as his thick prong slithered over her tongue. "Shit, that feels good," he muttered as he began moving back and forth as he fucked her face. "Real good."
Denise whimpered as she stuffed more and more of his quickly stiffening fuck-stick into her mouth. She gagged once, but he held tight and she soon accustomed her throat to the length of his prick.
"Shit, honey, I knew the minute I saw you in that restaurant you'd give terrific head," he said. "Yeah, get your tongue over the knob. Wrap it around my cockhead. Shit, that's the way. You're catching on real good."
If Denise had had any misgivings about sucking his cock, they soon disappeared. Now she eagerly swirled her tongue over his cock-shaft and licked up the cream oozing out of his piss-slit. She held his hips and pushed his pants down to his thighs as she gluttonously darted her tongue up and down his thick male-stalk.
"Jesus, baby, you're terrific," he grunted as she pressed her nose against his balls and took a few tendrils of his cock-hair between her teeth.
She pulled lightly on his cock-fuzz and then clamped her lips over his cockhead. He grabbed her ears and groaned as he pistoned his prick in and out of the moist ring of her lips.
"If I come in your mouth," he muttered, "I'll get hard again. I promise."
Her pussy felt hot and wet, and cuntjuice poured down the insides of her thighs as she eagerly sucked his boner. He fucked her forcefully now, slamming his dick deep inside her throat, his balls slapping her chin.
Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth and collapsed on the sofa. "I don't wanna shoot off in your mouth," he gasped. "I wanna fuck you."
And then he grabbed her again and began undressing her. No man had ever undressed her before, but it wasn't the way Denise had fantasized it would be.
He pulled her sweater over her head and yanked her skirt off. Then he ripped her bra off her tits and pushed her down on the sofa, pulling her bikinis off her ass.
"Now, let's fuck!" he growled, slipping his pants and shorts off and falling on top of her on the sofa.
He grabbed her ass and stroked the two round mounds of flesh. He moved down then, her pussy turning to butter when his tongue searched out and found her clit.
She pumped her crotch as he licked her cunt. She brought her thighs up and imprisoned his head against her snatch. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Harold had convinced her her cunt tasted disgusting. Now here Frank was, licking and sucking it as if it were the most delicious thing in the world!
Her cunt dissolved in a lovely climax, every nerve-ending in her crotch exploding as his tongue stabbed her gash, her tits bounced around as the wonderful sensations enveloped her.
He pushed her ass up and actually lapped his tongue around her bung. He stabbed his tongue-tip against her shitter, loosening up the puckered hole and filing her with sensations she'd never felt before.
Now she wanted his cock inside her. She felt that if he didn't fuck her soon she'd go out of her mind. She arched her back and tried to capture his cock with her cuntflaps, but he held back.
"Turn over!" he said suddenly, lifting his mouth from her crotch.
She looked at him with a quizzical expression on her face and he finally realized she didn't understand him. He picked her up then and planted her on her hands and knees, with her butt hanging over the sofa.
He moved in behind her and held her hips as his dick pressed against her butt. She shivered with fright as she craned her neck to gaze at him.
"You're not going to fuck me in the ass, are you?" she whimpered.
"Not unless you want it," he chuckled. "But I wasn't planning to now. Now," he said, slapping her butt, "I'm going to give you and old-fashioned doggie fuck. Then maybe later if there's time I'll cornhole you."
She pressed her cheek into the sofa cushion. Her legs were spread wide and her crotch was wide open too. She'd never felt so totally exposed. Her cunt gaped open and her asshole did too. His stiff prick was wedged between her thighs and he reached around and grabbed her hanging tits.
He squeezed her boobs and pinched and pulled her nipples. His cock slid up now and nestled inside her cuntflaps. The moisture from her cunt drenched his rod arid the hot brunette housewife trembled with lust.
Then he dropped her tits and pressed his knob against the lips of her horny pussy. And in a moment his entire fuckpole was sliding inside her cunthole.
She moaned as his cockhead pushed inside the petal-like folds of her pussy. Her juiced-up fuck-hole stretched wide to accommodate his big cock. She gyrated her hips as his cock disappeared inside her gash. He held her hips and lunged forward, his chest pressed against her back.
And then he started fucking her with long, deep stabs of his dick. He pulled out, leaving only his cockhead inside her cunt, and then plunged in again. His balls banged her ass and he grabbed her tits and dug his fingers into her spongy flesh as he pumped back and forth.
With every thrust, her pussy-tissues caressed her clit. The nub vibrated as he stroked in and out of her clutching cunt. She climaxed, thrusting back to meet his strokes as her pussy convulsed in incredible waves of pleasure.
"Oh, fuck!" he grunted, squeezing her ass and touching her asshole with a fingertip.
He rimmed her puckered hole and stroked it gently as he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. When her orgasm tapered off, he stuffed his finger into her asshole. The sensation took her breath away, and the hot wife cried out as his finger explored her buttery depths.
She bucked her ass and moaned at the double fucking. She'd never dreamed things like this existed. His cock was so deep inside her, she could almost feel it in her throat.
"You're a hot little cunt," he rasped as he battered her pussy with his stiff dick. "Shit, if I'd have known that, I'd have given you a tumble in high school."
She bucked her hips as he corkscrewed his dick in and out of her snatch. She felt his balls as they slapped her ass, aware of all the jism just waiting to be released inside her slit.
"Fuck!" he grunted, spearing her pussy with his cock. "What a break, running into you today. What a fuck! Shit, I'm hot as a firecracker!"
He pulled his finger out of her asshole with a popping sound. He grabbed her hips, digging his fingernails into her skin until the pain caused her to cry out.
"Shut up!" he growled, as he pistoned his fuck-stick in and out of her gash. "Shut up, bitch!"
She moved her legs further apart and pressed her tits against the sofa cushion. She no longer cared that he was hurting her. All she cared about was the orgasm bubbling up in her crotch and the wonderful sensations that would soon explode in her pussy.
She jerked her hips as his dick split her in two. Again and again, he pushed his cock inside the tangled hairs of her cunt and filled her fuck-tunnel.
He reared back and roared, pushing her head against the back of the sofa as he pounded her pussy. She moved a hand to her cunt then and felt for her clit. She rubbed the slippery little bean as he rammed his cock deep inside her belly.
She exploded in another mind-blowing orgasm just as his hot come shot into her cunt. She cried out and he bellowed as his prick erupted and sent an explosion of jizz into her gat.
Her pussy-flaps contracted around his rod and milked the come out of his balls. He continued pounding her cunt until his balls were drained and then he collapsed on top of her.
She moaned softly and panted for breath, quivering at the feel of his still-hard dick inside her cunt. He moved slowly back and forth, continuing to fuck her even though his balls were empty.
He rose up then and they both stretched out on the sofa, arms and legs entwined. "We've got to do this again real soon," he said, caressing her cheek.
"Well, it won't be easy," she said, suddenly thinking of Harold. "My husband comes home at six sharp every day."
"Shit, don't worry about that," he chuckled. "I've got to be home by six myself."
"You've what?" she said, staring at him with wide eyes.
"I've got to be home for dinner by six or my wife has a fit," he repeated.
"But you told me you were separated from your wife."
He yawned then stretched his arms over his head. "Don't be naive, Denise," he said. "When I saw you in that restaurant I'd have said anything just to get in your pants."
"But I... " she stammered, and he cut her off.
"Don't go all to pieces over a little fuck," he said rising up from the sofa and looking around for his clothes. "You wanted it as much as I did. I saw the way you looked at me in the restaurant. You were ready to jump me right then and there. Come on and get dressed, honey. I'll call you later in the week. And don't go getting a conscience on me now. A girl as hot as you can't afford one."
CHAPTER FOUR
She waited for Frank's call all week, but it never came. She felt jittery and nervous. On the one hand she wanted desperately to hear from him and see him again. On the other hand she felt riddled with guilt.
Harold suspected nothing. They had their usual fuck every other night, but now she was left more frustrated than ever, and angry at him for not being aware of her needs.
By the time two weeks had passed, she gave up ever hearing from Frank again. Still, every time the telephone rang, her heart stopped.
After four weeks, when she least expected it, he called.
"Hi, toots," he said. "Sorry I haven't called sooner, but things have been hectic."
"Hello, Frank," she said, her voice quavering and her knees weak.
"I've been thinking about you a lot," he said softly and her pussy twitched.
"Have you?" she whispered.
"Yeah, and I've got a few free hours today with your name on them."
She cleared her throat and leaned against the wall. Maybe it would be best if she didn't see him again. She wasn't cut out for cheating. It made her lose control of her senses and the guilt was terrible.
"Listen, babe, I can't talk now. Why don't you meet me at the apartment at noon and we'll fuck up a storm."
"At noon?" she repeated, her heart racing.
"Yeah. Listen, are you okay? You sound a little out of it."
"No, no, I'm fine. I'll see you at noon."
She hung up the receiver and sank down onto a chair. She felt dizzy and staggered over to the sink and poured herself a glass of water. The prospect of getting fucked filled her with excitement. The fucking she got from Harold only served to heat up her cunt. Now her clit throbbed as she thought about Frank's lovely dick sliding inside her pussy-hole.
"Get out of my thoughts!" she said out loud as she ran upstairs to dress. "I shouldn't feel so damn guilty! I'm not the first wife in the world to cheat on her husband."
She forced herself to stop thinking about Harold while she showered and made up. She wore a tight black turtleneck sweater, a tight black skirt and high-heeled pumps with sheer black stockings.
When she was dressed, she examined herself in the mirror. Is that really me? she thought as she turned slowly. My, God, is that really me?
She slipped a raincoat on and left the house. The postman was just delivering the mail and his eyes widened when he saw her. "My, Mrs. Franklin, you certainly look pretty this morning," he said.
She thanked him and climbed into her car. Her hands shook as she turned the ignition key and started the motor. Even though the mailman was an old guy, it was nice to hear compliments and she felt exhilarated and happy.
She drove downtown and parked in a public garage near Frank's friend's apartment. She walked to the building, her hips swinging and her high heels tapping on the sidewalk. She felt men's eyes on her as she sashayed into the building and one of the workmen pursed his lips and made vulgar kissing sounds.
She pretended to ignore him, but she liked it. Even the vulgarity. It was fun to be a sex object. She thought the women's libbers were crazy to object to it. It was wonderful, especially after all the years of being forced by Harold to look drab.
When she arrived at the apartment and knocked on the door, it swung open and a strange man opened it. "Oh, I must have the wrong apartment," she stammered, looking around.
"You have the right place, Denise," the man said, taking her hand.
"But," she licked her lips and let him guide her into the living room. "Where's Frank?"
"I'm right here, baby," Frank said, sauntering into the room.
He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her lips. "This is my boss, George Tyler," he said, pointing to the other man. "George and I were just wrapping up a little business. You don't mind do you, honey?"
She shook her head and slipped her coat off her shoulders. She sat down on the sofa and accepted the martini Frank put in her hand.
"We're almost through," George said, lifting a fresh drink to his lips. "Salud."
"Drink up, honey," Frank grinned. He blew her a kiss as she sipped her martini. She drew her legs up under her on the sofa and listened to the men talk about stock options and corporate mergers.
After a half hour and two martinis she was feeling no pain. And she had to pee. She rose up, unsteady on her unaccustomed four-inch heels, and tottered to the bathroom.
She sat down on the toilet and in a moment a great stream of golden piss poured out of her pussy. Why do I always have to pee the minute I drink? she thought. It goes in one end and out the other!
She wiped her pussy, rubbing harder than necessary over her tender cuntlips. She wondered then how much Frank had told his boss about her. She wondered if he knew she was a married woman or if he thought she was a tramp.
She sighed as she rose up and rinsed her hands. There was certainly a price to pay when a woman stepped out on her husband. A high price. And she didn't know yet if it was worth it.
She opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom. She was surprised to be greeted by George, who was standing there leering.
"Hello, beautiful," he smiled, pulling her into his arms.
In a moment her tits were mashed against his chest and he was drilling his tongue into her mouth. She struggled to free herself, but it all happened so fast she didn't know what hit her.
He finally released her when Frank walked into the room with a tray of fresh drinks. "Having fun, guys?" he chuckled.
"Oh, Frank," she gasped. "He just grabbed me!"
"I don't mind, honey," he said, placing the tray on a table and winking at his boss. "I took the liberty of inviting George here to join us. You don't mind, do you?"
"Why... " she sputtered, "I certainly do!"
"Shit," George said, scowling. "You told me she was a good sport."
"She is!" Frank said, moving closer to her and hissing in her ear. "Be nice to him, Denise, or I swear I'll tell your husband about us!"
"But... " she began, but he cut her off.
"She'll be a good sport, George," he said, leading her over to the bed and yanking on her arm. "Won't you, doll?"
She knew then she had no choice. She whimpered as George climbed onto the bed and buried his face against her tits. Frank pushed her skirt up to her crotch and rubbed her thighs and calves.
She shivered at the feel of George's mouth on her sweater-covered tits. He bit down on her nipples right through her clothes and the result was incredibly erotic.
His face had turned crimson and he slid his hand inside her sweater and closed his fingers over her bra-covered boobs. She knew it was perverted of her, but somehow being forced to submit to both of them made it all the more exciting.
And then George lifted her arms and pulled her turtleneck over her head. Her big tits bulged out of the tiny cups of her bra and he squeezed with both hands while he tongued her cleavage.
Now Frank pushed her skirt up to her waist and pressed his mouth against the wet crotch of her bikini panties. George cupped her tits, making her nipples swell up while Frank licked the edges of her pussy.
Then George unhooked her bra and yanked it off, closing his lips over one throbbing nipple. She gasped at the feel of his mouth on her tit and an electric sensation raged through her pussy.
He released her nipple and moved to her other tit. He sucked in a mouthful of titflesh and lashed his tongue over the stiff tip. She arched her back and trembled when Frank closed his lips over her entire horny gash. He pushed the crotch of her panties to the side and now for the first time he ran his tongue over her naked gulch.
She squirmed at the dizzying sensations of having two men work her over. At first she'd been terrified, and even ashamed, but now she was in heaven. What a treat to have two mouths and four hands sucking and licking and squeezing!
Somewhere in her mind she knew it was wrong, but she was too hot to think rationally. She cried out then as she came, sweet explosions ripping through her crotch as the lovely relief of her climax erupted.
They undressed her then, pulling her skirt and stockings and shoes off, leaving her defenseless in the middle of the bed. Her thighs splayed open and she lewdly rubbed her steaming cunt.
The two men stared at her juicy pink twat as they stripped off their clothes. She thrashed her legs around and ran her fingers over her tits and ass and hips as she watched them. A fire still burned in her cunt and she knew she would have a dozen orgasms before the day was over.
She gazed at Frank's thick fuck-stick, shivering at the sight of his lust-stiffened meat. It stood up now, pressing against his belly, a tiny drop of fuck-oil oozing out of his piss-slit.
Then George climbed back onto the bed and she gasped when she saw his dick. Both men chuckled at her reaction. She'd never seen a cock so big.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned, staring with mesmerized eyes at his eight inch boner. His shaft was thick too, as big as a large man's fist. "You'll kill me with that thing!"
"I haven't had any casualties yet," he said, placing his dick against her hand.
She squeezed his rock-hard pole. The thought of having his monster-cock inside her cunt made her tremble with excitement. If it does kill me, she thought, what a way to go!
Her pussy streamed colorless, slippery cunt-juice, and she whimpered helplessly as George climbed into the saddle of her thighs and lodged the massive head of his cock inside her puffy cuntflaps.
She tossed her head from side to side and hunched up, trying to force his dick inside her cunt. She bit her lip and shrieked when he suddenly slammed his prick deep inside her fuck-tube.
Frank moved up to her tits and caressed them as flames of ecstasy shot through her. George held her ass and she pulled her knees back as he thrust his cock in and out of her gash.
He squeezed her firm butt as he plowed his enormous dick deep inside her overheated pussy-hole. Her cuntlips clutched his dick and she dug her nails into his shoulders and arms as he speared her churning snatch.
He tore into her again and again, savagely splitting her cunt in two with his giant cock. She surrendered totally to his tool and gasped with lust at the fierce fucking.
And then the hot sensations of her orgasm shattered her and she cried out mindlessly as his cock exploded inside her twat. He filled her with thick globs of spunk, continuing to stab his oversized dick in and out of her spasming cunt.
She almost forgot about Frank as the wondrous sensations of her climax filled her. But then George moved to the edge of the bed and Frank took his place between her legs.
He gazed down at her with hot eyes. He mashed his cockhead around her sodden cunt as she squirmed sensually. She writhed around under him, cupping her tits and offering them to his mouth.
She felt a tiny bit embarrassed. She never dreamed that she would have an audience while she fucked. The idea was so foreign to her, she'd never even considered it in her wildest fantasies.
"I'm gonna fuck your brains out," Frank hissed as he leaned down and grabbed her tits.
"Why the fuck I didn't give you a tumble in high school, I don't know!"
She spread her legs wider and melted against him. His wet lips clamped down on and then released her nipples. He whipped them with his tongue and bit down hard on each jug.
She ran her hands up and down his back and into his asscrease. His cock rested against her buttery slit and then suddenly it slipped inside her juiced-up twat.
It occurred to her then that soon she would have the jism of two men inside her twat. God, what a harlot she'd become! But then he began fucking her, with slow, sensuous strokes of his prick, and she no longer cared about being a slut.
She thrust her hips and ass to meet his strokes. George's huge prick was wonderful, but there was nothing wrong with Frank's. And he certainly knew how to use it. It's not always the quantity, she thought. Sometimes it's the quality that counts.
She gasped as Frank leaned down and kissed her lips. She forgot all about how he'd threatened her earlier as their lips and crotches blended into one.
He fucked her tenderly, as if making a conscious effort to be different than George. He ran his hands over her body and caressed her hot flesh. He kissed her lips and shoulders and tits. He sucked gluttonously on her boobs, making them throb and swell until she thought she'd lose her mind.
She coiled her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. He gripped her ass then and they undulated together. In and out, in and out, he fucked her slowly and tenderly. He pushed his shaft in balls-deep, and then pulled out, leaving only his cock-knob inside her hot gash.
His shaft rasped against her clit with every stroke. She trembled as an orgasm erupted in her cunt, thrilled when she realized he hadn't come yet.
The soft spasms of her climax shook her. It wasn't as intense as the orgasm she'd had with George, but it served as a kind of appetizer to the big blast she knew she'd have when Frank came.
Her pussy was inflamed and he stoked her fire with his expert thrusts. She whimpered helplessly as a second orgasm raged through her and she grabbed his neck as the exquisite sensations filled her.
"Oh, my God, it's so good!" she moaned softly.
He continued plowing his dick in and out of her snatch. Now George recovered his breath and moved close to her head. She noticed him pumping his dick and smiled when she realized his cock would soon be hard again.
Then suddenly George moved around and straddled her face. She put up no resistance when he drilled his fuck-stick inside her lips. She thrashed her tongue over his huge cock-head. His balls draped over her chin and she inhaled his male fragrance.
She ran her tongue over his shaft, cramming her mouth with as much of his thick pole as would fit. Now the two men fucked her in tempo. Frank held her hips and fucked more forcefully in and out of her twat. George's prick slid in and out of her lips. At intervals he pushed down and her lips stretched wide to accommodate his thick dong.
Frank pounded her now, bucking his ass and ramming his dick in and out of her buttery depths. She humped her ass up off the bed and fucked back with abandon. The big cock in her mouth and the one in her cunt drove her wild with desire.
Suddenly George gripped her head with his strong fingers and began battering her mouth with his dick. She gagged when his dick-head hit her windpipe, but regained her composure and closed her throat-muscles around the flared rim of his knob.
"Oh, fuck, what a mouth!" George shouted, as he corkscrewed his massive dick in and out of the ring of her lips.
She began coming then, her cuntlips closing around Frank's cock. Her teeth and lips clamped down on George's rod and brought him off too. Thick jism boiled out of his cock-head and spilled into her mouth and throat. She swallowed down his pungent load, shattered again by an overwhelming orgasm when Frank dumped his load into her pussy-hole.
Afterward they collapsed on top of her, stroking and caressing and embracing the horny housewife. She lay back and let them work her over, shivering in the afterglow of her final orgasm.
When she recovered her breath, she sucked them both stiff again. Then Frank fucked her mouth and George her cunt, leaving her limp and totally satisfied.
By the time five o'clock came, they all three dressed and the men hustled Denise out of the apartment. "I'll call you soon, you hear?" Frank said as she rang for the elevator.
"When?" she whispered.
"I don't like to be pinned down," he rasped, running his hand over his chin. "Soon."
And Denise drove home to Harold, stopping a block from the house and pinning her hair into a bun. Just in case he came home early, she said to herself as she pulled into the driveway. She could keep her coat on until she was alone and slip her shoes off, but couldn't possibly disguise her long hair hanging down her back.
But Harold wasn't home and she had plenty of time to wipe off her makeup and hide her sexy clothes and shoes. She didn't like being deceitful, but what choice did she have? I'm a real slut now, she thought as she went downstairs and started dinner. An honest-to-God slut. But, oh, God, it was so damn good!
CHAPTER FIVE
"You can't tell me you're not up to something," Paula said as she sipped her drink.
"What do you mean," Denise smiled coyly.
"Listen, honey," the lush blonde said, moving closer. "I know all the signs of a girl whose sex life has changed. I wasn't born yesterday, you know."
"Well, now that you mention it," Denise said, finishing her sandwich and leaning back in her chair. "I've been dying to talk to you about it."
The two women rose up then and moved into the living room of Paula's apartment. Denise admired how well her friend managed on her alimony. She didn't know how much Paula managed to squeeze out of her ex, as Harold put it, but Paula seemed to live very well without working to supplement the income.
Now they sank down on the sofa and Paula plied her with questions.
"That guy in the restaurant. The good-looking one you went to school with. He was the first, wasn't he? I could have gone for him myself, you know. Tell me. You fucked him, didn't you?"
"I can't tell you anything if you don't let me talk," Denise giggled. "Well, I did see him after that day in the restaurant, but he wasn't the first."
Paula squealed then and Denise told her all about her adventures of the past few months. By the time she was through, the blonde was speechless.
"And to think you used to be so shy!" she said. "And you say Harold suspects nothing?"
Denise frowned then and looked away. "I don't think he does," she said thoughtfully.
"But I really don't like deceiving him. That's the only thing that bothers me when I think about it." Then she looked up at Paula and grinned. "So I try not to think about it!"
"That's the girl," Paula giggled. "Now you're cooking!"
Denise gazed at her blonde friend. Paula leaned back against the sofa cushions, her tits pouring out of her low-cut sweater and her short skirt riding up to her thighs. She wondered for a brief moment why Paula had dressed so sexily for a lunch date with a girlfriend. Then she turned away and felt her cheeks grow warm. She crossed her legs and felt the moisture seeping out of her cunt. She knew it was possible for a woman to be turned on by another woman, but it had never happened to her before and she felt uncomfortable about it.
Suddenly Paula stopped talking and noticed the expression on Denise's face. "What's going on?" she said, wrapping her arm around Denise's shoulder. "Is the conversation making you horny?"
"Oh, Paula!" Denise said.
"Don't tell me you're upset because you feel your pussy perking," she giggled.
Paula raised her feet up to the sofa cushion and spread her legs wide. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she said, running her hands up and down her thighs. "Experienced women know it's natural to be turned-on by women once in a while. It's just another experience in life."
"You mean... " Denise said softly. "You mean... you--"
"That's what I mean," Paula said.
Suddenly the blonde jumped up off the sofa and bounded across the room into the bedroom. "I want to show you something," she said.
She returned in a moment with a big cocklike rod in her hand. "This is my substitute prick," she said, flipping a switch and setting the mushroomy head of the dildo in motion.
"Oh, Paula!" Denise blushed. "Where did you get that thing?"
Paula giggled and run the vibrator over Denise's thigh. "Why?" she grinned. "You wanna run out and buy one?"
"Jesus, let me see that thing?" Paula said, taking the dildo from her friend's hand.
"It's really terrific here," Paula said, moving the head of the artificial cock to Denise's cunt.
Denise shrieked as the vibrator slid over her pussy. "Oh, my God!" she yelled as she erupted in an orgasm.
"You got off!" Paula giggled, holding the knob of the dildo over Denise's gash. "You certainly were ready!"
The blonde took the vibrator out of Denise's hand and lay back on the sofa. She ran the dildo over her own pussy, her legs splayed and her tits pouring out of her sweater.
Denise trembled as she watched her friend run the vibrator up and down her slit. The blonde's face contorted with lust and her tits wobbled inside her tight sweater. Her hair flew wildly over her shoulders as she humped her ass and writhed around the sofa.
Paula held the vibrator over her pussy as she sat up again, moving closer to Denise. She draped her arm around Denise's shoulder and ruffled her hair.
"There're all kinds of things a girl can do to get turned on without a man," she said. "You'd know that if you were divorced."
"But you go out so much," Denise said, her pussy aflame. She leaned against her friend, hoping Paula would use the vibrator on her again.
"Yes, but I'm alone a good part of the time anyway," Paula said. "Lots of the guys I go out with are married, you know. And they have to go home eventually. And that leaves little Paula by herself, without a cock to call her own."
Paula nestled closer to Denise. "You want more?" she whispered, running the vibrator over Denise's belly.
"Uh huh," Denise murmured.
"Mrammmm," Paula whispered, moving the dildo down to Denise's cunt. "If you think this is good, you out to try being sucked off by another woman."
"Oh, Paula!" Denise cried. "What are you saying?"
Paula gently pushed Denise down on her back and knelt over her. "Guess," she said, moving closer and lightly pressing her pink lips against Denise's open mouth.
Denise's heart pounded when Paula slithered her tongue inside her parted lips. She struggled for a moment to free herself, but then relaxed and tangled her tongue around Paula's.
She wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck and pulled her firmly against her. She stopped thinking about the perversity of what they were doing. She decided to worry about it later. Now it all felt too good to stop.
Paula rolled around until both women lay on their sides facing each other. Then moving down slightly, she placed a hand on Denise's lush asscheeks.
She slid her hands inside Denise's bikini panties and squeezed the brunette's firm flesh. She slid her fingers inside Denise's asscrack and her thumbs grazed Denise's pussy-thicket.
Both women were still fully dressed. Heaving tit pressed against heaving tit and tongues dueled. When Paula broke the kiss, she rose up and began stripping.
"Get undressed," she said, pulling her sweater over her head.
Denise stripped, her eyes glued to Paula's big creamy-skinned boobs and dark-haired crotch. She knew Paula wasn't a natural blonde, but the sight of her black cunt-muff was startling.
In a moment both women were naked and Paula pushed Denise onto her belly and climbed over her back. She pressed her tits and gaping cunt-mound against Denise's hot skin. She rolled back and forth over Denise's back before moving down and burying her face against Denise's ass.
She rubbed her nose and lips up and down Denise's asscrease and nibbled Denise's butt-flesh. Denise whimpered when she moved one hand under her gash and began playing with her pussy.
Paula teased Denise's bung and her clit at the same time. She flicked her swollen nub and stabbed a fingertip inside her asshole.
Denise shivered with excitement when Paula reached over for the artificial cock and flipped it on. She squirmed her ass and thrashed her legs in the air as the blonde teased her by barely running the dildo over her cunt-fuzz and thighs.
"Touch me!" Denise cried, spreading her thighs wide apart and wantonly running her fingers over her cunt.
Paula hovered over her, her eyes sparkling and her lips parted as she gently guided the vibrator over Denise's snatch. "More! More!" Denise whimpered. "Make me come!"
Paula held the vibrator over Denise's clit until the brunette convulsed in a gut-wrenching orgasm. Then she laid it aside and used her fingers on Denise's spasming cunt.
"I wouldn't think of it, honey," Paula said soothingly as she slid two fingers into Denise's cunthole and explored her buttery cuntwalls.
She hunched down then and ran tiny wet kisses over Denise's thighs as she frigged her twat. "Are you ready to get initiated?" the blonde whispered, her fingers sliding in and out of Denise's hot box.
"Yes!" Denise wailed.
"Good!" Paula said, pulling her fingers out of Denise's slit. "I was hoping you were."
She moved up then and straddled Denise's face. Denise gazed up at the blonde's meaty crimson-colored pussy. She whimpered and grabbed Paula's hips as the blonde sank down and covered Denise's mouth with her cunt.
For a moment she was overwhelmed by the pungent aroma of Paula's snatch. But then the smell and feel of the blonde's slippery, juice-coated cuntflaps and petal-like folds seemed completely natural and she lost herself in the sucking and licking.
She was no longer thinking anyway. She was a mass of nerve-endings and eroticism as she slithered her tongue inside Paula's cunthole and licked her cunt-pulp.
She tongued her clit and fondled her cuntflaps. She ran her hands into the blonde's lush ass and rubbed her nose and lips over her inner thighs.
She drilled a finger up Paula's asshole and the blonde pumped her ass up and down and trembled. After Paula came, she slammed her cunt down on Denise's face and ground down until she came again.
After that Paula pushed Denise down and she sucked her off. The feel of Paula's lips and tongue on her snatch were so wonderful, at one point the brunette forgot it was a woman sucking her cunt.
Suddenly Paula rose up and took Denise's hand, "let's get into bed," she said as the two women walked out of the room.
They climbed onto the bed. It seemed totally natural as Denise stretched out on her back and Paula climbed over her. Denise moaned when Paula grabbed a tit in each hand and began sucking Denise's boobs.
She flicked her tongue over Denise's stiffened nipples and the brunette wrapped her legs around Paula's ass and pulled her closer against her.
She tangled her fingers in Paula's long blonde curls as Paula sucked gluttonously on her jugs.
"You're a natural," Paula giggled, as she moved from one tit to the other.
"What do you mean?"
"You took to cuntlapping like a duck takes to water," she said.
Denise felt her face flush. She glanced down at her friend and watched her tongue flip over her throbbing tit. Paula gazed back at her, a tiny smile playing over her lips.
"I know a guy who'll pay us for doing this in front of him," she said.
Denise froze. "What are you saying?" she hissed.
"Nick Belmont," Paula said. "He gets off on it. He'll pay plenty to watch us do this and then work him over."
"Jesus, Paula, that's for hookers!" Denise breathed.
"Bullshit!" Paula said. "Lots of nice married women do it for extra pin-money."
"Well, I'm not one of them," Denise said.
"You'd rather do it for love, huh, honey?" Paula giggled, sucking in a great mouthful of titflesh. "Well, most of the time I agree with that theory, but if a guy like Nick gets off on watching us do what we do anyway, well, what's the harm?"
Denise held Paula's head and pressed her tits against the blonde's mouth. "It sounds real freaky to me," she gasped, humping her cunt against Paula's thigh.
"You think about it," Paula said. "I've got a date with him next week. If you change your mind, let me know."
Paula sucked a rubbery nipple into her mouth and closed her teeth over it. Denise shivered and thought about what her friend had said about doing this in front of a man for money. And the more she thought about it, the more it excited her.
"I wouldn't want Harold to know about this," she panted.
"What do you take me for?" Paula said.
"Well, you know, I just wanted to make sure."
"Harold can't stand me anyway," Paula giggled, tonguing her cleavage.
"Oh, Paula, that's not true," Denise said. "Don't bullshit me," Paula said, licking the underside of Denise's huge tits. "He thinks I'm an alimony-hungry bitch."
Denise blushed and continued caressing Paula's hair. "He just doesn't understand," she said.
Now Paula moved a hand to Denise's pussy and rubbed her succulent cuntmeat. "Well, anyway, Harold's the last person in the world I'd tell about us."
She moved Denise's legs further apart and drilled a finger inside her oiled-up snatch. She frigged Denise's cunt and slid a finger in her own twat while the brunette humped up and down and fucked back at her exploring digit.
"You're hot as blazes," Paula smiled. "I'll bet you're ready to get off again, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
"Well, mama'll make you come, honey," Paula purred, sliding another finger into Denise's velvety depths.
Now the blond frigged her own pussy and Denise's in unison. Denise cupped her own massive jugs, writhing her ass as she pulled her nipples.
"I've got an urge to suck you off again," Paula said, crouching between Denise's thighs.
She ran her tongue up and down Denise's silken legs. Denise craned her neck to watch. "I don't hear any objections from you," Paula giggled. "Does that mean you like the scene?"
"Yes," Denise cried. "I love it!"
Now Paula moved down on the bed and sucked Denise's toes. The brunette had never had her toes sucked before, and she watched wordlessly as Paula's tongue and lips ran over each toe individually.
The blonde kissed and nibbled her feet and Denise rubbed her own cunt as she watched Paula's mouth move to her calves and thighs. She moved her hands to her tits when Denise's mouth landed on her snatch.
"That's for me!" Paula hissed, burying her lips against Denise's cunt.
Denise spread her thighs further apart, finally bringing her knees up to her tits. Her cunt and ass were totally exposed to Paula's lips and tongue. Paula lifted her ass and ran her cheeks over Denise's cunt-meat.
Denise gave herself over to the blonde. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations caused by Paula's mouth and tongue on her slimy gulch.
Paula's tongue found her clit and flicked it relentlessly as Denise shivered with excitement. She lapped her tongue up and down Denise's purplish cunt-flaps and licked up the cunt juice flowing out of her pussy-hole.
Denise cried out, grabbing Paula's hair and pulling her mouth more firmly against her twat. She ground her snatch against her friend's lips and came again and again.
She had one last orgasm and it overwhelmed her with its intensity. When she stopped shaking, Paula flicked her clit one last time and moved back up on the bed.
She closed her arms around Denise and pressed her lips to hers. Denise could taste her own pussyjuice as she welcomed Paula's tongue inside her mouth.
"Say you'll do it," Paula whispered, rubbing her twat against Denise's leg.
"Do what?"
"Say you'll do a scene for Nick," Paula said, tonguing the corner of Denise's mouth.
"Oh, God, you're making me come again!" Denise gasped.
"You're just a regular little come-machine, aren't you?" Paula giggled. "What do you say? Can I tell Nick you'll do it?"
"Yes!" Denise sobbed. "Just don't stop what you're doing!"
"Good," Paula purred, moving her lips from Denise's mouth to her neck and down to her tits. "I promise you, you won't regret it."
CHAPTER SIX
After her session with Paula, Denise became careless. She began fucking the boy who delivered the newspaper in the morning, and the kid who delivered the groceries. Her pussy was insatiable and when Harold finally got around to fucking her, she responded more strongly than ever.
He still suspected nothing. Occasionally she barely beat him home in the evening, and once she'd even run to the door wearing bikini panties under her shapeless housecoat. But she'd quickly slipped out of them when Harold was washing up and nothing came of it.
She lived, breathed and thought about nothing but cocks and fucking. Paula broke down her resistance and she promised the blonde she'd put on the show for her friend, Nick. At that point, she knew there was no turning back.
The idea of balling with Paula in front of a strange man filled her with a strange sensation of dread and excitement. Getting paid for it was the biggest turn-on of all.
One morning she dressed for a routine appointment with her dentist. She began to dress in the old way, low-heeled shoes and dumpy skirt. Dr. Kramer was, after all, Harold's dentist too. But then she decided to throw caution to the winds. She tied her hair into a ponytail and slipped on four-inch heels. She surveyed her image in the mirror, pleased at what she saw.
God, I've changed! she thought.
She drove the short distance to Dr. Kramer's office and parked in the lot provided for the medical building patients. Grabbing her shoulder-strap purse, she sashayed into the building and up to Dr. Kramer's second floor office.
As usual his receptionist was bitchy. But today her eyes widened when she gazed at Denise. "You here for your annual check-up?" she snapped, her eyes darting from Denise's tits to her long slender legs.
Normally Denise treated the woman with quiet respect. Several times she'd heard her lose her temper at patients and yell at them in front of a waiting room full of people. But today she decided she wouldn't be intimidated.
"Yes, I am," Denise said, taking a deep breath. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd tell Dr. Kramer I'm here."
The receptionist's eyes narrowed and she mumbled something under her breath, but she said nothing. Denise sat down and picked up a magazine. She tried to divert her mind from her crotch. As usual her pussy was a wet hot mass of pulsating sensations. She didn't need a thing at the store, but maybe she'd do just enough shopping to have the delivery boy bring an order. He was so in awe of her he'd do anything she wanted. And he had a randy cock that never got soft.
"Dr. Kramer will see you now," the receptionist said coldly, eyeing Denise's tits as Denise stood up and sauntered into the dentist's office.
"Thank you so much," Denise trilled, deliberately swishing her hips in the woman's face.
When she stepped into the examining room, Dr. Kramer was washing his hands and his back was to the door. "I'll be with you in a moment, Mrs. Franklin," he said, drying his hands and turning around.
Denise sat down in the examining chair and smiled at his response when he finally saw her. She'd worn a short skirt and now it was hiked up to her thighs. His eyes widened and his face split in a wide grin when he gazed at her.
"My God, I didn't recognize you!" he said.
He put his hand on her shoulder and sat down on a low stool next to her. "Why, you've become a beauty," he said, squeezing her arm. "Not that you weren't always attractive," he said quickly. "But, you've done something different, haven't you?"
She blushed, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She'd never considered Dr. Kramer particularly attractive. He wasn't too tall and besides in the old days she'd never seen men from the standpoint of sex. Or at least she'd suppressed it. Now she looked at him, her eyes glued to his crotch. "It's my hair," she said. "I sometimes wear it like this."
"Whatever it is, Denise," he said, "don't stop doing it. You look absolutely beautiful."
He brushed against her tits more than necessary as he examined her teeth. "Harold must be very proud of you," he purred. "You really ought to massage your gums, you know," he said suddenly, nudging her boob.
There was no doubt about it. Every time he moved his hand, his fingers grazed her tits. "Massage my gums?"
"Yes," he said, resting his hand on her thigh. "People don't lose their teeth because of the teeth, but because of the gums. Let me show you what I mean."
He turned his stool around and moved closer to her. He took her finger and moved it against her mouth. "See," he said, resting one hand on her tit and rubbing her finger over her gums. "You just rub in a circular motion," he said, rubbing his hand over her boob. "Very gently, but firmly," he murmured, running his thumb over her stiffening nipple. "Gently, but firmly."
Denise uncrossed her legs and let her skirt slip higher up on her legs. He guided her finger over her gums and teeth and lips and rubbed her tit with his free hand.
"See, here's a soft spot," he said, stroking the underside of her jug. "And here's another one."
Denise felt her knees turn to jelly as he moved to her other tit. There was no longer any pretense about examining her teeth. Now he had a hand on both her tits and he stroked and caressed her throbbing globes.
He stood up then and adjusted the chair so that in a moment she was lying almost flat. He slipped her pumps off her feet and ran his hands up and down her legs.
"Such lovely skin," he breathed as he tickled her inner thighs.
"Dr. Kramer!" she blushed.
"I've been crazy about you for years!" he suddenly hissed, sliding his hand between her legs and searching for her cunt.
He pushed the crotch of her panties aside and moved his fingers over her hot wet snatch. He slid his forefinger into her pussy-hole and Denise felt her cunt contract around it.
She knew she ought to protest, but his fingers felt so good inside her. "What about your other patients?" she whispered.
"They can wait," he said, pulling the finger out of her gash and fondling her cuntflaps.
He moved his thumb up to her clit and gently pushed back the hood. She moaned as the hot sensations engulfed her and gave up all pretense of resisting.
"You want it too, don't you?" he said, flicking her clit with one hand and squeezing her tits with the other.
"Yes, I want it too!" she gasped.
"I never did think Harold was good enough for you," he said, rubbing her clit until she came.
When she opened her eyes, he was smiling down at her. "Good girl," he grinned. "I always like to give a woman one good orgasm right off. Then, if she's like my wife, she's hot for more. I hope you don't mind if I talk to you this way, Denise. It's just that I feel comfortable with you."
"I don't mind," she gasped, pressing her thighs against his hand.
"Let me get these things off," he said, slipping her panties off her ass. "Who'd have thought you wore string bikinis," he smiled, sniffing the damp crotch of her panties. "I'd have sworn you wore plain white briefs, if you'll excuse the familiarity."
She giggled then. "I excuse it," she said.
He's diddling my clit and excuses himself for talking about panties, she thought. "Oh, Dr. Kramer!" she moaned as another orgasm raged through her cunt.
She clutched his arm, her bare ass squirming against the leather chair. She undulated slowly as he continued caressing and fondling her cuntfolds. She tossed her head from side to side and panted as he moved his lips close to hers.
Now he frigged her cunt with three fingers. She shuddered as he used his fingers like a cock and rammed them in and out of her clutching pussy.
She jerked her ass and strained back at his hand. Her skirt was bunched around her waist now and her cunt and ass were exposed to his gaze.
"Don't stop!" she begged, arching her back and wiggling her ass as he pumped his fingers in and out of her spasming gulch. Her cunt clamped down on his fingers as she came again, her entire body trembling and limp.
And suddenly he was crawling between her legs and moving his mouth against her cunt. She cried out softly at the feel of his lips and tongue and teeth against her juicy snatch.
She pulled her legs back to her tits and raised her ass, grinding her hot hairy cunt against his lips. "Lick it!" she gasped as he lapped and teased her slime-coated twat. "Suck my clit! Kiss it! Lick it! Make me come again! I need it so badly!"
He moved his hands under her ass and squeezed her butt as he sucked and licked the glistening folds of female-tissue. He darted his tongue up and down her sensitive outer lips and lapped it from side to side.
She writhed around, her legs thrashing in the air, groaning hoarsely.
His cheeks felt slick with her juices as he noisily sucked on her succulent cunt. His fingers dug into her assflesh and his tongue brought her off again and again.
She raised her head, leaning on her elbows as she watched him stab his tongue root-deep into her cunthole. His white coat was drenched with a combination of cuntjuice and saliva and he held her cunt flaps open with his fingertips.
"You're a hot number, Denise," he breathed, blowing his warm breath over her cunt-pulp and biting down on her clit. "Who'd have thought you were such a hot number. You always looked so prim and prissy. But then," he chuckled, "you never know."
He clutched her ass with both hands and brought her cunt closer to his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her crimson cunt-petals and rubbed his upper lip over her clit.
She wrapped her legs around his neck and gripped him tightly with her warm thighs. She pumped her pussy at his mouth, frantic for another incredible orgasm.
He crushed his face against her sodden mass of hair and gash. The pungent odor of cuntjuice filled the small examining room. Dr. Kramer's lips and tongue made obscene sucking noises and for a moment Denise wondered if his receptionist could hear anything. And then she came again, straining as the lovely sensations of relief flooded through her. She heaved up and sobbed as the spasms shook her. She tightened her grip on his neck, imprisoning his lips and tongue against her cunt.
Sighing quietly, she finally released him and fell back against the chair. Her legs dropped from his neck and she panted for breath as he unzipped his fly.
"You've got me so damn hard," he chuckled, pulling his long thick cock out and pumping his cockskin up and down a few times.
He moved up on the chair and straddled her chest, his cock pointing at her mouth. "Wrap those gorgeous lips around it," he said, hunching forward, his stiff dick jutting out of his fly.
With a tiny cry of lust, she took his rock-hard cock in her hand and squeezed it. She ran her fingers up and down his stiff cockshaft and felt inside his fly for his balls. They were big and swollen with jism and Dr. Kramer smiled when she took them out into the air.
"You like sucking balls?" he said, poking his cock against her lips.
She squeezed his cock-root, watching his big knob grow under her eyes. She extended her pink tongue then and flicked it over his oozing cockhead. He rested his ass on her tits and stared at her as she pursed her lips and kissed his bulbous cockhead. "Yeah!" she finally whispered.
"That's right, squeeze the base," he said, pushing his cock closer to her face. "Yeah, that's good! Who'd have thought you'd like giving head!"
She squeezed down harder on his root and hungrily sucked his cockhead into her mouth. She worked her lips and tongue around his spongy knob and darted it down his shaft.
He groaned as she bobbed her head back and forth. Her ponytail swished and a few tendrils of hair fluttered over his cockshaft as she eagerly sucked his dick.
He thrust his hips forward, forcing her to take more of his shaft into her mouth. "Get it good and wet," he muttered, his eyes closed and his teeth clenched. "Get it in there, Denise!"
The hot housewife swirled her tongue over his cock-knob and pumped his shaft. She squeezed his cock-root at intervals and caressed his balls.
"I've got to fuck you, Denise!" he grunted suddenly.
He climbed off the chair and grabbed her hand. He made her shove her ass in the air and lean on the arm of the chair. "Spread 'em," he said as he moved in behind her and squeezed her butt. She felt his dick pressed against her asscrack. He had pushed his pants down to his ankles and his wiry crotch hair tickled her creamy skin.
"You're gonna get it now," he said, sliding his iron-hard cock into her slippery hot cunt.
She moaned and thrust her full asscheeks back against him, relishing the feel of his fuck-stick in her twat. He held her hips and pressed up against her back. He corkscrewed his dick in and out of her horny gulch, muttering obscenities as he fucked her.
"You're hot as an oven," he said. "And tight too. That Harold is one lucky sonofabitch!"
He humped back and forth, his mouth pressed against her neck. He used one hand to squeeze her tits. He slipped his hand under her sweater and unhooked her bra. Her tits bounced free and now for the first time he squeezed her bare titflesh.
She wriggled her hips and marveled at how wonderful it was to be fucked from behind like an animal. He squeezed her tits and filled her gash with his pulsing male-stalk.
His breath was warm against her cheek and he nibbled on the corner of her mouth. "May I fuck your ass?" he said, slowing his strokes.
"Oh, my God, I don't know!" she breathed.
"Don't tell me you've got a virgin ass?"
"Well, yes, I do," she moaned. "Okay, maybe we'll do it another time." He pistoned his prick deep inside her twat. His balls slapped her ass as he picked up speed.
Denise thought about what he'd said about fucking her ass. The idea excited her terribly, but it scared her too. She'd heard it was painful, but there was something about it that made her want it desperately.
"I want you to do it!" she gasped, pushing her cunt back at his driving fuck-tube.
"You're kidding?"
"No, I want you to do it!"
"If you're cherry, Denise," he said softly, "it can be very painful. Maybe we better stick with this for now. It's not too bad, is it?"
She smiled back at him, her cunt contracting around his rod.
"Anyway," he grunted, "I don't think I can hold out much longer. Your cunt is so damn tight around my dick, I'm gonna pop off any minute."
And then suddenly she was stretched out on her belly on the chair and he was on top of her. His cock was imbedded deep inside her twat and he pumped his hips as he pistoned it in and out of her.
"Don't you move," he panted. "And keep your legs together. There. Doesn't that feel good? Oh, shit, Denise, your cunt is so damn hot!"
His breathing was ragged as his hips whipped up and down. Her tits spilled out of her sweater and pressed into the leather of the chair. He pounded her pussy, stretched out flat on top of her, working his cock more and more deeply inside her fuck-hole.
She clenched her teeth as the first overwhelming orgasm shook her. Again and again his cock split her cuntflaps in two and filled her gulch.
"Sweet pussy!" he gasped, holding her waist and pulling her up from the chair. "Sweet hot cunt! Fuck that cock!"
Her cunt swallowed up his dick and closed around it. He moved a hand to her gash and flicked her clit. She cried out until he moved his hand over her mouth. "Ssshhh!" he whispered hoarsely. "Someone'll hear you!"
He turned her over then and quickly draped her legs over his shoulders as he brutally fucked her sucking hole. He held her ass and speared his dick in and out of her snatch while her cunt closed around him. Her clit throbbed and her pussy contracted around him, bringing him off.
He shouted out then, pummeling her crotch until she thought he would split her in two and filling her slick hole with thick jism.
Afterward, they dressed quickly and he walked her to the door of the examining room. "Make an appointment for next week, Mrs. Franklin," he said, his voice brisk and professional. "We've got to take care of those gums you know. Gums are everything, Mrs. Franklin. Everything."
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Nick Belmont walked into Paula's living room, he seemed to fill the room. "Hi, doll," he said to Paula, kissing her hard on the lips.
"That's Denise," Paula said. "Denise, this is Nick."
Nick strode into the room, whistling and winking when he saw Denise sitting on the sofa. "Nice," he murmured, sitting down next to her and draping his arm around her shoulder.
Denise could readily understand Paula's attraction for the man. He had powerful arms and a big chest. There was an animal appeal about him that she found terribly exciting.
"I've heard a lot about you," Denise said, admiring the big bulge pressing against his fly.
"Yeah, well, are we gonna talk or fuck?" he snickered.
"What did I tell you?" Paula giggled. "Isn't he something?"
"I should say," Denise murmured, disappointed by his crudeness.
Nick stood up then and stretched his arms over his head. "What say we all three get into bed and have a little party?" he said.
"Why not?" Paula smiled, leading them into the bedroom.
Denise's heart pounded. Now that it was about to happen, she felt terribly nervous about balling with Paula in front of this man.
She sat down in a lounge chair near the bed and began to remove her shoes and stockings. Nick stripped off his pants and shorts and in a moment Denise watched wide-eyed as Paula lowered her face to his cock.
Denise leaned back in the chair, mesmerized by the sight of her friend licking Nick's half-stiff fuck-stick. She licked up and down his rod from his cockhead to his dick-root. She caressed his balls, gently stroking them with her tongue.
"Get over here, doll," Nick said to Denise.
"Now?" she said, anxious to get her hands on his cock.
"Shit, not tomorrow," he chuckled. "There's plenty to go around."
She joined Paula on the bed and scooted down to place her lips on the opposite side of Nick's cockshaft. She nuzzled his balls and licked his thighs.
He rolled onto his side then, giving the women access to his cock and his ass. Since Paula lay in front of his dick, Denise settled in behind his butt.
He raised one leg and encouraged them both to suck his prick. But Paula monopolized his dick, closing her lips over his cockhead and sucking half his fuck-stick into her mouth.
Denise sucked one of his balls into her mouth and then released it and sucked in the other. She released them when he put his leg down and pressed her face against his ass-crease.
She suddenly remembered that a year ago she would have been appalled at the thought of sticking her face against a man's ass. Yet here she was with her nose pressed inside his ass-crack and loving it!
He grunted when she spread his butt-cheeks apart and gazed inside at his hair-rimmed shithole. Once again she licked his jizz-filled balls and cock-root.
"Stick your tongue in there!" he grunted, tangling his strong fingers in her hair.
Her heart pounding, she dabbed her fingertip around his asshole to loosen up the puckered bung. Paula was staring at her now, nursing on Nick's prick while Denise prepared to frig his shitter.
She trembled as she stabbed her tongue against his bung. She stiffened the muscle as she drilled it inside his brownie. He swore and pressed back against her mouth as she forced more of her tongue inside him.
His asshole seemed to suck at her tongue and force it inside. She explored his buttery shit-hole as he thrashed his hips. Paula spit his prick out and watched Denise tongue-fuck his shitter. Her eyes were glazed as Denise moved her tongue in and out of his saliva-soaked hole.
Denise felt her cunt convulse as she tongue-fucked his asshole. This was the most wanton thing she'd ever done and she loved it. She rammed her tongue in and out now, loving the taste and feel of his butt-hole.
Paula began sucking his cock again, gluttonously sliding the ring of her lips halfway down his shaft, her eyes on Denise's tongue and lips.
Denise tongued him faster now, whimpering and shaking as her own excitement mounted. Then suddenly he pushed her away and grabbed Paula, pushing her down on the bed.
"Get your clothes off!" he growled, stripping the rest of his clothes off and waiting impatiently while Paula did the same.
Denise moved to the edge of the bed and watched as Paula climbed onto her hands and knees and Nick moved in behind her. "You," Nick said to Denise as he rubbed his cockhead around Paula's gulch. "You get your clothes off too, cunt! I'll get to you soon!"
Denise quickly obeyed, her eyes glued to Nick as he stabbed his prick against the blonde's gash and squeezed her butt. In a moment she was naked and lay down on her side to watch.
"Play with yourself," he said as he grabbed Paula's tits, his cock wedged inside her ass-crack.
Denise was happy to oblige. She tossed her long hair over one shoulder and began rubbing her snatch. Nick grinned and licked his lips as he pinched and pulled Paula's boobs.
She wondered if he still wanted to watch them suck each other's pussy. She almost hoped so. Not that she cared about the money he'd promised them. But suddenly the idea of displaying herself so wantonly was very erotic.
Now she masturbated while she watched him caress Paula's silken thighs and drag his dick up and down her hairy slit. She gasped when he slammed forward and rammed his dick into Paula's asshole. The blonde shrieked as her asshole opened up to accommodate his thick prong. Denise watched the elastic ring stretch as his dick slid forward balls-deep.
Denise furiously rubbed her clit as Paula slammed her butt back at his dick, her big tits shaking. His balls slapped the blonde's gaping cuntlips. Denise came then, flexing her ass-muscles and pretending his cock was in her butt.
She watched Paula's asshole suck feverishly at his throbbing fuckpole. She squeezed her boobs and watched the blonde's asscheeks shimmer and shake. Nick's fingers dug into Paula's hips and he shouted as he lunged forward, sending an explosion of jism into Paula's asshole.
He was like a bull. He had no sooner climaxed then he ordered Denise to straddle his face and let him suck her cunt. "Give me your gash, doll," he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the middle of the bed.
Denise spread her legs and squealed when he held her thighs and speared his tongue against the hot wet folds of her cunt. Paula got behind him and began sucking and licking his balls and cock as he flicked his tongue over Denise's snatch.
He ground his face against her sodden pussy-mound and snaked his tongue into her cunthole. He pushed her ass up and licked around her butt-hole.
Denise squeezed her jiggling tits as he plunged his tongue into her twat. Paula sucked his still-limp prick into her mouth while he stabbed his tongue deep inside Denise's cunthole.
His cock wasn't totally hard, but he suddenly moved around and drilled his dick into Denise's cunt. Then just as suddenly, he pulled out again and gluttonously sniffed and licked her cunt-mound.
And then he pulled his face away from her gulch and vigorously pushed Paula away from his cock. Now he mounted Denise and thrust his dick deep inside her pussy-hole.
She felt his stalk in the deepest recesses of her twat. She pulled her knees up and squirmed her ass as her cunthole closed around his rod.
He jabbed her again and again with his rock-hard dick while Paula sat to one side and masturbated. "Get over here and play with her tits," Nick said, and Paula slid over to Denise's side and began caressing her boobs.
"That's right, girls!" he puffed, pounding his prick in and out of Denise's cunt.
Paula darted her tongue over Denise's tits and pressed her face against her cleavage. Nick stopped moving, leaving only his cockhead inside Denise's cunt while he watched Paula suck her jugs.
He pulled out then and moved to the side. "Suck her cunt!" he said to Paula.
Denise shivered. It was about to happen. The show they had promised him was about to begin.
Paula moved inside her legs and plastered her mouth against the brunette's gash. Denise thrashed her legs and clutched the sheet. "Eat me!" she shrieked. "Suck me out!"
She spasmed in an orgasm the moment Paula began spearing her tongue around her snatch. Jolts of pleasure shook her and she gripped the blonde's head to make certain she didn't stop sucking.
Nick sat back and pumped his cock as he watched the wanton sight. Paula rammed her tongue deep inside Denise's twat and then withdrew it entirely while she slid two fingers high inside her hot hole. She bent closer then and rubbed her clit while she drilled her tongue inside the hot housewife's horny pussy.
Now Nick leaned over and sucked one of Denise's tits into his mouth. He bit down hard on her stiffened nipples, and squeezed and mauled her boobs. He held her tits in both hands, going from one to the other and sucking her nipples stiff before climbing off the bed.
"Come here with me, doll," he said to Denise, pulling her off the bed and dragging her into the bathroom.
He pushed her down onto the toilet and told her to pee.
"Pee?" she said, puzzled by the request.
"Yeah, pee," he said.
Slightly self-conscious, she spread her legs and released a spray of warm piss into the bowl. "Slowly," he grunted, moving near her and holding his pisser over the toilet. "Hold it back and go slow."
She clamped her muscles closed and slowed down the stream as he directed his own spray of pungent-smelling piss into the toilet bowl. The warmth of his piss hit her cunt-muff before it splashed into the bowl. She released more of her own stream, thrilled by the feel of his piss on her snatch.
He directed his spray higher then, wetting her belly and thighs. Then he pointed his dick at her tits and splashed the last few drops over her boobs.
"Now we're going steady," he chuckled, pulling her off the toilet and back into the bedroom.
Paula was stretched out on her back, using a giant dildo on her cunt. "Look at that horny bitch," he said, taking the dildo out of her hand and substituting his mouth on her gash.
"Will you pee on me later?" Paula giggled.
"If you're lucky," he replied.
Then suddenly he stretched out on his back and gazed at Denise. "What the fuck am I working so hard for?" he said. "I've got two gorgeous broads here. Come here, doll and wrap your lips around my dick."
Denise moved closer and stared at his big cock, sticking straight up in the air. She lowered her head and licked the juice from his cock-knob.
Paula moved next to her and held Denise's hair off her face while the hot brunette ran her tongue from his balls to his cockhead. She felt her excitement grow as Paula nibbled her neck and ears and encouraged her to lick Nick's cock and balls.
Denise could still smell the piss Nick had sprayed over her as she wet down his fuckpole. She darted her tongue back and forth and up and down his stiff dick, reveling in the lewdness of the scene.
She circled his cock-root and sucked his balls. She felt his nuts tighten up as she lapped and-licked his eggs. She held the base of his sack and pulled it tight. When his balls bulged up, she sucked them both into her mouth and caressed them with her tongue and teeth.
Then she bobbed her head, releasing his balls and swallowing his entire fuckpole down to the root. She felt his cockhead at the back of her throat as she pushed the ring of her lips down his rod.
Paula stayed with them, caressing his thighs and chest and belly and occasionally licking Denise's hanging tits. Denise felt her own juices flowing and immediately obeyed when Nick told her to sit on his dick.
"Get on top of me and fuck slow," he growled. "I don't wanna shoot off."
She straddled him then. She parted her hairy cuntflaps and pushed down until his cock was inside her hot hole. She rubbed her clit while she bounced up and down on his upthrust rod, moving in a circular motion and swiveling her hips.
Raw sexual pleasure raged through her as she moved up and down on his pole. She directed his cockshaft against her clit and filled herself with his stiff meat. At the same time she rubbed her clit with her finger, her tits flying in the air.
Tremors began in her cunt and she convulsed in a mind-blowing come. He forced her off his dick, growling that he didn't want to come yet.
She lay on her back then and plunged two fingers in and out of her cunt. The pleasure was so intense she couldn't get enough. No sooner did she come down from one orgasm then she began another one.
"Look at that hot bitch," Nick chuckled as Denise writhed uncontrollably against the mattress. "She just can't get enough."
"Are you going to fuck her ass?" Paula giggled. "I think she's got a virgin ass."
"Shit, yeah," he said. "I can't resist a virgin anything. Besides, I haven't had a virgin in so long I was beginning to think there weren't any left in town."
Denise listened in a fog. She finally stopped rubbing her clit, but held her hand between her legs and squeezed down. The thought of getting her asshole fucked filled her with renewed excitement. She wondered if it hurt as much as they said. She felt so open now, so open and juicy. Every hole in her body felt ripe and ready for his dick.
Now Paula crouched between his legs and slowly licked his dong.
"How long's she been in the business?" he said, and Denise suddenly realized he thought she was a hooker.
Paula craned her neck and winked at Denise. "Not long," she drawled.
"Well, she's gonna make a fortune," he said. "Give us room, Paula," he chuckled.
"I'm gonna give this girl a jizz-enema."
Denise shivered as he reached for her. He shoved her down on her back and pushed her ass up, caressing her cunt and asscrack. He wet his fingers with her cuntjuice and lubricated her bung with the cream.
He stuffed his index finger into her shitter to loosen it up and Denise's asshole contracted around his digit. She knew then she was going to love getting fucked in the ass. She loved having his finger in there and looked forward to the thickness of his prick.
He held her ass up in the air and continued frigging her shitter. Then he released her and slapped her butt. "Get on all fours!" he growled. "It's time you lost your cherry, doll."
Denise climbed onto her hands and knees, feeling like an animal in heat. She found it exciting that he thought she was a hooker. Trembling, she gyrated her hips in his face as he moved in behind her ass.
He leaned over and licked his tongue all over her full firm butt-cheeks. He ran his hands over her thighs and hips and ass, finally stabbing his fuckpole around her asscrack.
He rubbed it up and down her crease, concentrating his attention on her shitter. He pushed down once, and she suddenly realized how small the opening was.
"Don't hurt me!" she moaned. "Fuck you!"
He plunged two fingers into her asshole and worked them around. Paula moved in closer and watched as he frigged her shit-chute and snarled.
"Here goes, doll!" he growled, thrusting forward and with one shove pushing his dick all the way inside her shitter.
Denise screamed at the pain, and tried to expel his dick from her butt, but he held her tightly. "Hold it!" he bellowed, lunging forward again and again and filling her asshole with his stiff meat.
She forced herself to relax as his cock pumped in and out of her asshole. Relentlessly, he bucked his hips and drilled his fuck-slick in and out of her shit-chute.
And then the pleasure began. The white hot pain still filled her butt, but incredible pleasure now filled her cunt too. "Fuck me!" she sobbed, clutching her big tits and squeezing them as he filled her bung. "FUCK ME HARD!"
Pistoning his cock in and out of her butt, he growled that he was coming and then filled her shit-tube with thick ropy jism. "Take it, cunt!" he roared. "TAKE IT!"
Later, after they dressed, he slipped fifty dollar bills into both their hands. Denise blushed and shoved it into her purse, but Paula pressed up against him and told him how wonderful he'd been.
"Yeah, I bet you tell that to all the Johns," he chuckled. Then he turned to Denise. "Can you make a party at my place next week?" he said. When she hesitated, he smirked. "You let blondie here know and I'll be in touch with her. Think about it. It'll mean a fast C-note for you."
CHAPTER EIGHT
I Denise told Paula she wasn't interested in Nick's offer. It had been fun masquerading as a hooker once, but she wasn't interested in doing it again.
In any case, she began to be nervous about her new life. Once or twice she'd arrived home just before Harold and he'd almost caught her in one of her sexy outfits. And now that she was used to the admiration she got from men, it was becoming more and more difficult to return to being dowdy when he was around.
She wondered sometimes what he would say if she walked out one evening with her hair loose and wearing only a garter belt, black net stockings and four inch heels. He'd probably lose his teeth, she giggled to herself. But maybe it would serve him right.
She was also finding it more and more difficult to be her old passive self. One evening they were sitting at the dinner table and he asked her to get him some water.
"Get it yourself," she said, sipping her coffee.
"What did you say?"
"I said," she smiled sweetly. "Get it yourself."
"That's what I thought you said," he said curtly, rising up and going to the kitchen. When he returned he gazed at her. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," she said. "I just think it's time you stopped expecting me to wait on you."
He put down his knife and fork. "Have you gotten involved with those damn libbers?"
"No," she smiled.
"Who have you been talking to? That bitch Paula?"
She giggled. "Harold," she said, wiping her lips on her napkin. "People change. I'm changing that's all. And growing. You wouldn't want me to stay the same forever, would you?"
"I wouldn't mind," he muttered, spearing a piece of steak.
She took a deep breath then and turned away. "I'm thinking of getting a job too."
"Over my dead body!"
"Honey," she said, taking his hand. "I need something to do."
"You've got plenty to do around here," he said. "If you did it right! I've been meaning to talk to you about the house. It looks like a pigsty lately. When's the last time you gave it a good cleaning?"
She sighed then and began eating again. It was no use. He'd never understand. "I hate housework," she muttered. "I loathe it."
"Since when is that?" he said, a look of bewilderment on his face. "I thought you liked puttering around the house."
"Well, you were wrong. I hate it. I want a job like other women have. I want to feel I have a purpose in life. I want to feel independent and be paid for what I do."
"Whoa," he chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You're going too fast for me. You want to get paid for what you do? You want to feel independent? You want to stand on your feet eight hours a day and come home with sore feet and an aching back? Is that what you want?"
Right now I wouldn't mind a good fucking, she thought to herself.
"Let's not discuss it any further," she said, standing up and clearing the table. "Are you through?"
He handed her his plate and rose up, following her to the kitchen. "Listen, Denise, I'm not going to take any more shit from you," he said. "Either you shape up or ship out. And I mean it. We've been pretty happy for ten years now, almost eleven, and I don't want you springing any surprises on me. Understand?"
"I understand, Harold," she said.
He moved close to her then and wrapped his arms around her. "Now, how about a little fuck?" he said.
She brightened immediately. "Sure," she smiled.
The fucking had improved lately. She'd say that for Harold, he was becoming a better lover. Then it occurred to her for the first time that he might be cheating on her too. He was coming up with new things in bed. Things he'd never done before, like fucking her in the ass and shooting off all over her body. Things that maybe an experienced woman was teaching him.
She felt a shiver of jealousy now as they climbed into bed and he pulled her face against no his cock. "Suck it good, baby," he said. "Get it good and hard and maybe I'll suck your cunt."
She gazed up at him then. "Why the sudden enthusiasm about sucking my pussy, Harold?" she said, unzipping his fly and bringing his cock out.
His face turned beet red and he looked away. "People change," he grinned then. "I'm changing, that's all. And growing. Isn't that the way you put it before? Changing and growing? Well, two can play that game. Now get down there and suck my cock!"
She began bobbing her head up and down, taking his entire limp cock into her mouth. She worked her tongue over his dick-root and piss-slit. She dribbled saliva over his balls and then licked it up. She pumped his shaft and moved just his cockskin up and down his pole.
"Shit, that's good, honey," he said, humping up and then rolling over, forcing his cock more deeply into her throat.
"The thing you don't realize is, the one with the cock is the master and the one with the hole, the slave," he said, fucking her face forcefully.
She took it all without flinching. She couldn't answer him, but it didn't matter. She rather agreed with what he said, even if he was joking. Which he probably wasn't.
in His balls slammed her chin and his ass hit her tits. She held his butt and pressed her face into his cock-bush. And then he did something he'd never done before and it shocked Denise.
He turned her over on her belly and pushed her skirt up to her waist. He yanked her panties down and leaned over and kissed her asscheeks. "Why don't you get some pretty bikinis instead of these things you wear?" he said.
Denise turned her head to stare at him. "You never wanted me to wear bikinis. You always said they were vulgar."
"Well, you've got a sexy ass," he said, biting and licking her ass-flesh. "It'd turn me on to see you in bikinis."
He extended his tongue and licked up and down her asscrack. He pried her asscheeks apart and probed inside, lapping his tongue over her asshole.
She shivered at the feel of his lips and tongue on her butt. He'd never done this before and now she was more convinced than ever that he was learning things from another woman.
Strangely enough she didn't mind that he was probably cheating. It made her feel less guilty. And then she began formulating a plan in her mind. She didn't know when she'd carry it out, but was determined to do it.
Now he squeezed her asscheeks together and ran his tongue over her pussy. Denise was too turned-on to think about her plan, but she wondered briefly if the woman Harold was seeing was pretty.
What a typical female reaction, she thought as he licked her cunt-folds. But I hope she's not prettier than I am!
He tongue-fucked her cunthole and squeezed her plump ass. And then suddenly he turned her over and mounted her. He held his cock with one hand and pushed forward, filling her pussy with his stiff male-meat.
"Now tell me about independence," he muttered, forcefully thrusting his prick deep inside her gash.
"Oh, honey, that's so good!" she sighed.
She thrashed her legs and wrapped them around his back. "Tell me about independence!" he repeated, pulling his cock out of her pussy and rolling over onto his belly.
"Harold, why'd you stop!" she cried.
"You want to fuck, fuck!" he said.
She climbed on top of him and tried to force his cock into her cunt.
"Harold, please!" she sobbed.
"That's more like it," he said, pushing her over and brutally ramming his prick into her pussy.
It was all over in a few seconds. He dumped his load into her twat and fell into a deep sleep. Denise sighed and crept to the bathroom to finish herself off.
There's no way I can be faithful to him, she thought as she frantically rubbed her pussy. No way at all.
* * *
The next day she woke up horny. When Harold left for the office, she dressed and left the house. She drove around, not knowing what to do or where to go. Paula was out of town with one of her boyfriends. In Las Vegas, Denise thought bitterly. And where am I? Right here in town with a horny cunt!
She pulled into a gas station and filled the tank. She paid no attention to the boy taking care of her until he came around to the windshield and began wiping it off.
He wore a black leather jacket and tight jeans. Very tight jeans. He seemed to be concentrating on not looking at her, yet she felt his eyes on her bra-less tits. And he didn't look a day over eighteen.
The bulge in his crotch was unmistakable. She felt warm all over, and when he leaned on the door as she paid her bill she smelled his maleness.
"That'll be eight dollars even," he said, openly staring at her boob.
She counted out eight one-dollar bills, forcing her eyes away from his crotch. "Here," she murmured, handing him the money. "Thanks for the service."
Now, why did I say that? she thought as she fumbled with the ignition key.
"You've got a knock in your engine," he said, still leaning on the car door.
"I'll have to have it fixed one of these days."
"They'll charge you an arm and a leg here," he said, still not moving.
She turned the ignition key and felt her pussy moisten. "Well I guess it can't be helped."
She adjusted her sunglasses and stared back at him.
"I can do it a lot cheaper," he finally said. "You can?"
"Yeah, when I'm not working here I do a little business on the side." He winked then. "You know. What the boss don't know won't hurt him."
"I'll keep that in mind," she said, gunning the motor.
"I'm off work here in fifteen minutes."
"Oh?" Her heart beat so fast she thought she'd faint.
"Yeah, and I've got time to fix it today.
Won't take more than a half hour."
Denise gazed at him, her mind a whirl. The engine did have a knock that needed fixing. Maybe he wasn't a fresh kid. Maybe he really did just want to make some extra money. What was the harm?
"Okay," she squinted. "I'll wait for you down the street. You did say fifteen minutes, didn't you?"
Perspiration dripped down her cleavage as he eyed her thighs, tightly packed in her jeans.
"Right you are," he said. "Fifteen minutes."
He winked at her then as she drove off. She parked the car down the street and took out her compact. She peered into the mirror and added some lip gloss to her mouth. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she knew she looked good. She decided if the kid came on to her, she wouldn't resist. It would serve Harold right. He'd treated her badly last night. Worse than usual. It had been the first time she'd broached him with her new personality, and he had totally rejected her.
Now she gazed into the rear-view mirror and saw the boy walking toward the car. He walked with a swagger and suddenly she wanted his teenage prick in her pussy. Wanted it as she hadn't wanted anything in a long time.
Well, she thought. I've really sunk low. He's at least ten years younger than I am. But movie stars do it all the time so why shouldn't I?
He approached the car then and got in without a word. He sat back and stretched as she started the engine.
"I guess you can do it in my driveway," she said, licking her dry lips.
"Sure thing," he smirked. "I can do it anywhere you say."
His tone was unmistakable and she felt her nipples pucker.
She sped down the highway and in a few minutes pulled into her driveway. They climbed out of the car and stood facing each other.
"Is there anything you need?" she said. "Any tools?"
"I've got all my tools on me," he grinned. "You go on in the house. I'll let you know when I'm done."
She sashayed into the house and poured herself a beer. She'd done a lot of wild things in the past few months, but she'd never done anything like this. So far all the men she'd cheated with had been adults. She didn't even know this boy's name and here she was all ready to hop into bed with him!
She gulped her beer and started another. She felt relaxed after the second and ran upstairs to change. If he was interested in fucking her, she wanted to look her best.
She put on a shortie robe and high-heeled mules. The robe was short, but not sheer. She didn't want to appear too obvious. Still, it didn't leave much to the imagination either.
She went back downstairs and at just that moment he was knocking on the door. "All done?" she breathed, opening the screen door.
"I work fast sometimes, and sometimes I work real slow," he said, a sparkle in his eyes. He walked into the house, and followed her into the living room. "And I know when to do which," he added softly.
She was about to ask him if he wanted a beer, but she never had a chance. He grabbed her from behind and whirled her around before she could say a word.
She moaned as he pressed up against her and plastered his lips over hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth and darted it around until she whimpered with lust.
He released her as abruptly as he'd grabbed her and began stripping his jeans off.
"What do you think you're doing?" she gasped.
"Just what you think I'm doing," he smirked. "Oh, God!"
"You ever fuck with your pants on?"
"You're insolent!"
"Yeah, and you really dig it, don't you?"
In a moment he stood in the middle of the room, naked from the waist down. His cock jerked up and down. He moved back to her and pressed it against her belly.
He slid his hand under her robe and nuzzled her neck. "Don't think I don't know why you put this little thing on," he said, yanking on her robe. "Just wanted to get into something more comfortable, huh?" he smirked. "Well, tell it to the marines, if you know what I mean. I wasn't born yesterday."
He picked her up then and threw her down onto the sofa. Then he moved around the room, pulling down the blinds before settling down next to her.
"My name is Denise," she whispered as he untied her robe and slipped it off her shoulders. His aggressiveness excited her and she decided not to play games. "What's yours?"
"Cliff," he said, his voice husky as he pushed her down and climbed on top of her.
He lunged forward and without another word speared his cock inside her pussy.
It stayed inside her for an hour. He fucked her longer than any man had ever fucked her. She had one orgasm after the other. At intervals he rested, but his cock stayed in her cunt.
And it stayed rock-hard.
By the time he came inside her, she had lost count of how many orgasms she'd had. He dressed quickly and she walked him to the door. "What do I owe you for fixing the car?" she whispered.
"Zero," he grinned, squeezing her ass. "I'll take it out in trade, okay?"
"But that's not fair," she said. "You fixed the car."
"Fuck the car, Denise," he said. "I'll be back sooner than you think. Like maybe tomorrow."
"Whatever you say, Cliff," she murmured. "Tomorrow would be fine."
She closed the door behind him and slowly walked back into the living room. My God, what a fuck! she thought as she sat down on the sofa. Dear God, what a fuck!
CHAPTER NINE
He showed up the next day without phoning.
"Let's get out of here," he said, standing near the front door. "I've got a place we can go to."
Unable to resist, she followed him out the door and into his beat up pick-up truck. "Where are we going?" she said as he sped off.
"I got a place," he smirked, pulling her close to him and draping his arm around her shoulder.
Denise's pussy pulsated wildly as she cuddled against him. The memory of the wonderful fuck he'd given her returned again and again. She'd have gone anywhere with him just to have his cock in her cunt.
"Get your hand on my cock," he said.
"Someone might see us," she giggled.
"Fuck 'em!"
She ran her hand up and down the bulge in his crotch until he impatiently pulled his zipper down and pressed her fingers against his prick.
"We'll be there soon," he said. "Just keep the old dong company for a while."
When they wound up in a seedy part of town, she felt her first premonition that something wasn't quite right. "Just exactly where are we going?" she said.
"I told you, I've got a place."
"What kind of place?"
"It's just an old house that belongs to some friends of mine."
The old house turned out to be a dilapidated shack on a deserted road. Denise wasn't too happy about it, but as soon as they were inside the door Cliff pulled her into his arms and she was too eager for fucking to care.
She pressed herself against him, grinding her hips as she rubbed her belly against his cock.
She remembered how much pleasure his meaty prick had given her the last time and juice gushed out of her cunthole in anticipation.
He told her to get her tits out, and when she peeled off her blouse and bra he grabbed her tits with his big hands and squeezed and pulled until she moaned with excitement.
She quivered as he lowered his mouth to suck her nipples. She held her tits with her hands, offering each hot globe to his face, cooing and mewling and urging him to suck harder. She fed her swollen titflesh to his lips and trembled with pleasure.
He finally pulled away from her and asked her if she wanted a beer. She nodded, her breathing heavy, her heart pounding as she ran her hands over her bare tits and toyed with her nipples.
"You've got great jugs," Cliff said, handing her an open bottle of beer and running his eyes over her jiggling boobs.
She felt a little strange standing there half naked in front of this gangling boy, but the fire in her pussy was almost unbearable. She was horny as hell and she wanted him to fuck her brains out.
"Isn't there a bed somewhere?" she said.
Cliff chuckled. "Don't rush it, baby. Give me some head first."
She didn't mind. She sat down on a rickety chair and he moved forward to stand between her legs. Unzipping his fly, she scooped out his cock and balls and began licking his fat cockhead.
"That's the way," he grunted. "Get it all nice and wet and then suck on it like a lollipop."
Denise was slightly annoyed at the idea of being told how to suck a cock by a teenager, but she was titillated by the way he talked to her. .She went to work on his throbbing fuckpole, determined to show him how good she was at giving head.
It wasn't long before Cliff had her ears in his hands and his thick cock sliding smoothly in and out of her sucking mouth.
"You like getting your face fucked," he said. "I knew you'd like it the first minute I saw you. That's it, baby, get it all in there!"
She rolled his balls with her fingers, gently squeezing and probing his nuts as she sucked and licked his hot meaty fuckstick. Saliva drooled out of the corners of her lips and ran over her chin. Her tits jiggled and bounced as his cock moved in and out of her face.
Frantic with excitement now, she fumbled with his belt and managed to tug his pants down to his knees. Her mouth still sucking on his pulsating prick, she snaked her fingers under his balls and into the crack of his ass. He giggled when her fingertip found his asshole. Tickling his tight little bung, she finally drilled her finger inside his shitter and sucked hard on his bloated cockhead.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned. "You sure know how to work on a cock, don't you?"
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, told her he was too close to coming, and helped her stand up. His arms around her waist, one hand squeezing a heavy tit, he led her to a bedroom.
The bare mattress on the old bed didn't look too clean, but Denise was beyond caring. Her cunt throbbed with excitement. She quivered as his hands moved over her body and undressed her. When at last he pushed her towards the mattress, she eagerly fell backward.
She watched him strip, her eyes feasting on the sight of his big swaying cock.
Crouching on the bed, he started working on her tits again. She moaned as he chewed her turgid nipples. Thick hot juice gushed out of her pussy to wet the insides of her thighs. Grabbing his head, she pulled his face more firmly against her heaving tits and urged him to suck harder.
At last he moved his hand between her thighs and explored the slimy wet folds of her palpitating cunt. She pumped her crotch at his hand, begging him to fuck her pussy with his fingers. She cried out when he pinched and pulled her cuntlips. She shuddered when his thumb rasped back and forth over her swollen clit.
His mouth sucking and licking her steaming flesh, he worked his way from her tits to her belly and finally down to her cuntbush.
Teasing her by avoiding her oozing gash, he soon had her quivering and trembling like a rag-doll. She begged for his mouth, crying out when his hands slipped under her ass to grab her asscheeks. Arching her back, she pushed her cunt at his face and pleaded with him to suck her juice-drenched cuntflesh.
"Oh, come on, suck it!" she cried. "Get your mouth on it and suck me out! Suck my cunt, you bastard!"
He giggled at her impatience. His lips moved over the insides of her thighs and around her cuntbush, but he continued to tease her by avoiding any direct contact with her overheated pussy.
Finally he draped her legs over his shoulders and nuzzled his face against her dripping crotch.
She cried out at the feel of his lips and tongue against the wet folds of her cuntmeat.
"Don't tease me!" she moaned. "I can't stand it! Stick your tongue inside! That's it, all the way inside! Oh, yes, I can feel it now, that's good! That's lovely!"
But he stopped sucking and tonguing her cunt. He twisted his body around and straddled her so that his cock and balls dangled over her face.
Mewling with lust, she pumped her cunt at his head and pulled his ass towards her so that she could get her mouth on his cock. She groaned when she once again felt his tongue drilling into her cunthole. Her mouth stuffed with his cockmeat, she sucked and slurped on his throbbing prick as he licked and chewed her oozing cuntflesh.
She moaned with ecstasy when his tongue lapped over her clit. His mouth buried in her cunt, he pressed down to mash his balls against her face and his cock against the back of her throat.
When he pulled up again, she gazed at his hairy pink balls and throbbing fuckpole. She ran her hands over his hard asscheeks, groaning and grunting as he continued his gluttonous sucking of her dripping fuckhole.
He was sucking her clit now, his mouth moving from side to side as he lashed her passion-button with his wet tongue. She writhed and squirmed, grinding her ass on the mattress, sucking and slurping on his cock-meat, squeezing and milking his prick. She sucked his cockhead with a ravenous hunger.
She moaned when she felt his thumb work its way into her cunthole. She took his cock deeper now, gobbling his rampant fuckmeat. She wanted every inch of his thick hard prick. She wanted his hard cock throbbing and twitching in her throat. She slobbered and sucked, her mouth working over his hot satin-smooth cockflesh. She mewled with pleasure each time his crotch hair tickled her nose and his balls rubbed against her chin.
Suddenly a cackling sound came from the doorway. Denise pushed Cliff away and bolted upright. An old man stood there laughing at her, his bloodshot eyes dancing as they raked over her body. Beside him was a boy about Cliff's age. Man and boy grunted with excitement at the sight of the naked woman on the bed.
"My Uncle Ben and Cousin Luke," Cliff chuckled, his arm snaking around Denise's waist and his hand covering one of her tits. "This is their house. "You don't mind them joining the fun, do you, Denise? I promised Uncle Ben you'd show him a good time. Stand up and let them have a look at you."
Speechless with a mixture of surprise and fright, Denise allowed herself to be pushed to her feet in front of Ben and Luke. In a flash they had their grimy hands on her, their fingers clutching her tits. They pulled and twisted her nipples until she cried out in pain. They mauled her titflesh, their hands squeezing and tugging her boobs as they laughed at her attempts to get away.
"This is prime pussy," the old man cackled. "We're going to fuck this little heifer into the ground!"
Denise shuddered when Ben and Luke lowered their heads to suck on her nipples. The strange sensation of two mouths on her tits drove her wild. She was soon moaning with pleasure, no longer caring that she'd been tricked by Cliff into arms of his uncle and cousin.
She was thrilled at the way man and boy worked over her tits. She'd never dreamed how exciting it was to be ravished like this. Her nipples had turned into hard spikes and as they sucked and chewed her tits she quivered in their arms.
Soon she had her own hands holding her tits, feeding her nipples to their lips as they gobbled her titflesh.
She was as eager as the men now. When they finally pulled their mouths away from her saliva-coated tits, she crooned with pleasure when they brought their cocks out and ordered her to suck their fuckmeat. Three men! She trembled with excitement as she thought of the possibilities. Seating herself on the edge of the mattress, she had all three stand in front of her with their hard cocks throbbing under her nose. She was overwhelmed by the sudden abundance of cockmeat. The old man's cock looked as tasty as the fuckpoles of the two boys, and when she curled her fingers under his low-hanging heavy balls the old geezer cackled with glee and moved forward to push his fat cock into her mouth.
She sucked their cocks one after the other until all three pricks dripped with her saliva.
Then she sucked their balls, lapping and chewing and nibbling their leathery ballbags as they hissed and grunted. She was surprised to find the old man's nuts the nicest to suck, and he chuckled with appreciation when she managed to get both his balls into her mouth at the same time. When she finally released his nuts, they glistened with spit and looked swollen.
She worked on Luke again. He wanted his cock in her mouth and she willingly accepted it. She held her head still as the boy groaned and fucked her face.
"Christ, I'm going to blow my load!" he suddenly snorted.
Denise squeezed his balls as he came, her throat muscles working as she swallowed his thick jism. At last she pulled her mouth off his cockhead with a sucking sound and licked her lips.
"She's a hot little cunt!" the old man said with delight. "Show us your pussy, honey! Show us that pretty fuckhole!"
Leaning back on the mattress, Denise lifted her legs and opened her thighs wide to show them cunt. She thrilled at the way their eyes feasted on her exposed cuntmeat. Luke had his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, and as he gazed at her pussy his fuckpole thickened once again into a long throbbing shaft of fuckmeat.
The old man sat down beside her on the mattress, slipped his hand between her thighs and his fingers into her sopping cunthole. She groaned as he expertly fingerfucked her hungry pussy. Three of his fingers stretched her fuckhole while his calloused thumb diddled her clit. Globs of cunt-juice drizzled out of her cunthole to wet his hand. His hand was soon making slurping sounds as he massaged her cuntflesh. She loved it! She wondered how many cunts this old man had fondled. She moaned each time he rubbed her quivering clit. Her cuntlips were thick and swollen, eager for fucking and begging for friction.
"Somebody fuck me!" she groaned. "I want fucking now!"
The men laughed at her impatience as they gathered around her. Luke stretched out on his back and made her sit on his cock. Cliff squatted over Luke and shoved his cock into her waiting mouth. Ben moved around behind her and began playing with her ass.
She raised and lowered her sucking cunthole on Luke's thick cock. The boy gripped her hanging tits with his hands and showed her the rhythm he wanted. She soon found a smooth motion and slid her cunt-channel up and down his cock as though they'd been fucking for years.
Cliff fucked her face masterfully, his hips moving like a machine, his cockshaft sliding in and out of her mouth and his balls slapping against her chin.
The sublime feelings of a cock in her cunt and a cock in her mouth overwhelmed her senses.
The old man was still behind her, and now he pushed at her back, forcing her to bend and offer her ass.
He grunted with lust as he ran his hands over her luscious asscheeks. His fingers moved underneath to pinch and pull her drooping cuntlips. His hands moved still further to grip her dangling tits. Then once again he pulled his hands back to her crotch, this time teasing both her cunthole and asshole at the same time.
"Tight little shitter!" the old man cackled with glee. "I'm going to cornhole this heifer! Never waste a tight asshole when you find it!"
A moment later he was biting and licking her ass, his tongue running wetly over her asscheeks and into her asscrack. She moaned deliriously when his mouth closed over the brown nut of her asshole. She felt his saliva running into her bung as he sucked and licked.
Then his mouth was suddenly gone to be replaced by his fingers. Luke's cock in her cunt and Cliff's in her mouth, she squirmed her ass as the old man mercilessly fingerfucked her shitter.
Was he using one finger or two fingers? She clamped her asshole tight, loving the feel of what he was doing to her. Her shit-tube felt red hot and wide open, hungry to suck on a hard cock and milk its jism.
He abruptly removed his fingers. She expected him to ram his cock into her ass now, but then she felt something warm and wet slithering into her bung. He had his tongue in her ass!
God, how she loved it! She pushed her ass at his face, begging for more, hoping he would drill his tongue deep inside her quivering asshole. She found it hard to imagine there could be anything more blissful than a cock in her mouth and a cock in her cunt and a tongue in her ass.
She was wrong. When the old man finally pulled his tongue out of her ass and moved forward to push his bloated cockhead against her asshole, Denise realized she was about to experience the most sensational fuck of her life.
Her mouth stuffed with Cliff's cock, her cunt twitching around Luke's throbbing fuckpole, she held her breath and waited for the old man to pack her shithole with his randy prick.
He had his cockhead pushing at her grommet now. She pushed back and out, opening her ass, relaxing her shitter and gasping as he deftly eased his cockmeat into her bung. His cock seemed a mile long as it slid up her shit-tube, but finally his balls slapped against her cuntlips and she had it all.
Three cocks! Mouth and cunt and ass packed solid with male fuckmeat! The idea of it was almost enough to make her come, but the actuality blew her mind.
They turned her into a writhing, squirming fucking machine, and when they finally blasted their jism into her body she convulsed in an earthquake of pleasure and passed out.
Later they drank beer and did it all over again. Each boy had his turn in her ass. When Cliff at last drove her home, she walked bow-legged into the house.
I feel like I've been fucked by a regiment, she thought. But God how she loved it!
CHAPTER TEN
Denise followed the strange man into the motel room and immediately began stripping. She'd been having a coke at a downtown coffee shop when he'd suddenly approached her and sat down at her table.
"I don't believe in mincing words," he said. "You look like you could use some company and so could I. How about it?"
She stared into his eyes and shivered. There was something sinister yet gentle about his face. Then he stood up again and took her hand and she followed him wordlessly out of the restaurant.
Now he flipped on the light in the tiny room and moved toward her.
"Let's not exchange names," he said, pulling her sweater over her head. "No involvements. No life histories."
She nodded slowly, excited by the mystery. Her breathing quickened as her tits heaved out of her tightly-packed bra. She gazed at this strange man whose name she didn't know and ached to have his fingers on her boobs.
He unbuttoned his shirt and in a moment she was staring at his big hairy chest. He closed his hands over her tits and explored her curves.
Her nipples blossomed immediately into two dark pink flowers. His eyes narrowed as he stared at her twin peaks and caressed them. She trembled at his touch. He was a big man. Not fat, but solid with a thick neck and chest and muscular arms.
He moved back then and began stripping his pants and shorts off.
"Get the rest of your clothes off," he said when his prick popped free.
She scrambled out of her bra and panties and skirt and his arms went around her and drew her close. He kissed her hard, his lips and tongue exploring her mouth.
She sucked in her breath as her tits pressed against his hair-coated chest. They rolled over onto the bed, his cock lodged between her thighs.
He began kissing and licking her tits. He held her ass and traced the curve of her jugs with his lips and tongue and teeth. She humped her ass and moaned with desire as he sucked one stiff nipple into his mouth and whipped it with his tongue.
Her tits rose and fell as he went from one to the other. She opened her legs and closed them around his hips, loving the feeling of his thick cock against her thighs.
He moved around until she rolled on top of him and now he slid his thick finger into the pulpy folds of her cunt. He stroked her clit and moved his thumb to the brown nut of her asshole.
"You're delicious," he muttered as he ran his tongue into her navel.
She was too turned on to speak. "Can I touch your cock?" she whispered helplessly.
He moved up then and in a moment his dick was over her mouth. "You sure can, honey," he said.
His muscular thighs were on either side of her head. She grasped his hips and guided his fuckstick into her mouth. She hadn't realized it was so thick. She worked her tongue into his piss-slit and ran it up and down his shaft. The muscles in his thighs worked as she closed her lips over his spongy cockhead.
His entire body shuddered as she sucked in half his cockshaft. She clamped her lips over the flared rim under his cockhead and sucked hard. She tongued his velvety cockflesh and caressed his balls.
And then his cockhead was pressing against the back of her throat and she felt a moment of panic. He pulled out in time and then slammed in again and she felt her first moment of fear and apprehension.
What am I doing! she thought as he brutally fucked her mouth. What am I doing here with this stranger!
But she opened her throat and lashed her tongue over his steel-hard prick and knew what she was doing. I'm doing what I love, she thought as his thick cock stretched her lips. What I love best in all the world!
His cock-hair tickled her nose and she gasped for breath, but she took his whole dick into her mouth. He jerked his hips and fed her his fuckpole, grunting loudly all the while.
And then he pulled out of her mouth and mounted her.
Just like a bitch in heat, she thought as she wrapped her legs around his back and welcomed him into the fold. He drove his prick deep inside her pussy. She came almost at once as her cunt clutched his prick.
He held her ass and battered her gash. His cock burrowed inside and rasped against her clit, inflaming her with lust. His thick shaft caused her cunt-flaps to fold in with each thrust. He slammed in and out of her body and she locked her ankles around his back as he blasted off.
Thick hot jism poured into her cunthole and bolts of pleasure rocked her senses. She felt his cock strain and jerk inside her and she locked her arms around his neck and came again.
When they recovered their breath, they dressed and left the room. He drove her back to her car and she hesitated before leaving his. "Won't you tell me your name now?" she said.
"No," he said, "but how about the same time and place next week?"
She nodded and finally got out of the car. She stared in at him for a long moment. "I'll try and make it."
He winked and saluted and drove away and she knew she'd make it next week and the week after that and the week after that if he wanted her to.
By the time she arrived home, she had formulated a plan in her mind. Harold had suggested she wear bikini panties. And he hadn't objected when she'd worn her hair in a ponytail a few times in the evening. Now she decided to do a whole number on him. She could no longer lead a double life. She would let him know how much she'd changed and if he didn't expect it then maybe they'd have to split up.
The thought of divorce depressed her terribly, so when she stepped out of the shower she almost changed her plans. No, she thought as she toweled herself dry. Life is too short. I'll take the risk.
She dressed and made up, thinking about the risk she'd taken today and how wonderful it had been. She'd gone to a motel with a total stranger and nothing bad had happened. God hadn't struck her dead and he hadn't murdered her. No, I can't be the old Denise, she thought as she went to the kitchen and started dinner. The old Denise is dead.
When she had the roast in the oven and the potatoes baking, she went upstairs and prepared for Harold's arrival. She stepped into her briefiest bikinis and laciest half-bra. She wore her highest heeled mules and sprayed perfume over the most intimate parts of her body.
She pulled her hair back from her face, but let it hang loose over her shoulders. She surveyed her image in the mirror, startled at her raw sexuality.
She moved nearer to the mirror and examined herself closely. I really am sexy, she thought, running her hands over her body. And pretty too. I'm really pretty!
She jumped when she heard the front door open and close and Harold shout that he was home. "Be right down!" she yelled, brushing on some blusher and fluffing her hair.
When she walked into the living room, her knees felt weak.
"What the fuck are you dressed up for?" Harold said, his face white.
"For you, honey," she stammered, almost losing her nerve as she walked over to the liquor cabinet.
She poured herself some wine and turned to him. "Want some?" she said and he nodded slowly.
They sat down on the sofa and sipped their wine. He cleared his throat then and turned to her. "Is this part of that changing and growing you were talking about?"
"Oh, Harold, yes!" she said.
She lowered her eyes and blushed. "Do you like it?"
"It'll take a little getting used to, but you're gorgeous," he said. "Not the girl I'm used to coming home to, but real sexy."
He had a strained look to his face and she moved closer to him.
"What's the matter?" she said.
"Denise," he croaked. "I've got to talk to you."
She pressed her thigh against his and took his free hand and moved it over one tit. "What about?"
"Denise, I've been seeing another woman," he finally muttered, emptying his glass and putting it down on the coffee table.
She froze then, feeling the color drain from her face. "Oh, God!" she whispered. "Are you in love with her?"
"No, not in love," he said, pulling her closer. "I've never been in love with anyone but you."
"Then, why?" she said, her heart pounding in her temples and fear gripping her. She'd suspected he might have been cheating, but never figured there was a particular woman involved.
"I don't know," he said, closing his eyes. "You're the only woman I've ever loved, but she made me feel like a real macho man."
"I can make you feel that way if you give me the chance," she whispered.
"Oh, honey," he said, holding her against him. "Oh, honey, will I!"
They kissed then, harder and longer than they had in years. "Shall we have dinner, or... " she said.
"Or, what?" he grinned.
"Or go upstairs and make wild passionate love."
He rose up then and took her hand. "What do you think, baby?" he said as she stood up and followed him up the stairs.
They took the telephone off the hook so they wouldn't be disturbed. Without a word between them, they lay down on the bed and french-kissed. Their tongues tangled and she rolled on top of him, running her hands over his chest and belly. She pressed herself against him, her tits falling out of the tiny lace cups of her bra.
She sat up then and unzipped his fly. She reached inside for his cock. His cock felt familiar and fit perfectly in her hand. She pumped it up and down, thrilled at how hard it was.
They continued kissing, tongues caressing and sucking and licking.
"I'll never do it again," he said, and she cut off his words with her lips.
And then he began undressing her. "Is she pretty?" she teased as he unhooked her bra and pulled it off her arms.
"Yes."
He scrambled out of his clothes and she yelped. "You stinker!" she giggled.
"Not as pretty as you've become," he grinned, pulling her panties off her feet.
She spread her legs wantonly and ran her fingernails through her curly cuntmuff. She parted her cuntflaps, delighted with his reaction.
"Christ, honey, you've no idea how guilty I felt the whole time," he said as he stared at her gaping pussy-lips.
For one brief moment she considered telling him about her own indiscretions, but finally decided not to. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, she thought. Men don't handle these things as well as women.
He stretched out on his back and suddenly she wanted his cock in her mouth. She crouched between his thighs and opened her jaws wide. She sucked his cockhead into her mouth and whipped it in with her fingers.
She cupped his balls and pushed her tits against his thighs. He gripped her head tightly and held her imprisoned against his cock. She used all the tricks she'd learned in recent months. She squeezed his dickroot and teased his bunghole. She sucked his entire prick into her throat without gagging until he dumped his load into her mouth.
Afterward he apologized. "Gee, I'm sorry, honey," he sighed, enfolding her in his arms. "I'm not," she whispered.
She swallowed the last drop of his jism and licked her spunk coated lips. She hugged him close to her tits and grabbed his limp prick.
"Oh, fuck, honey, you're gonna kill me," he grunted.
But she continued caressing his dick until she felt it harden.
"Have you ever done any cheating?" he said suddenly, sounding almost casual.
She continued kneading his half-hard prick. "What makes you ask a question like that?" she said.
"Just wondering," he said, a tiny smile on his face.
A moment of fear gripped her. "What's so funny?"
"You are," he chuckled, rolling on top of her. He buried his face against her tits and darted his tongue over her sensitive melons. "Are you familiar with the Golden Sands Motel on the corner of Eighth and Main?"
"Oh, God!" she moaned.
He laughed then. "Thelma and I were in the room next door. And the walls are thin."
"Why didn't you say something before?" she cried. "Instead of letting me make a fool of myself downstairs!"
"We both make mistakes, honey," he said, moving down her body and running his lips and tongue over her snatch. "That's why they put erasers on pencils."
He began sucking her cunt then. He zeroed in on her clit and soon had her writhing with excitement. He gave her one intense orgasm and then stretched out next to her on the bed, pumping his dick.
"Thelma's married too," he said and relief flooded Denise's senses.
"She is?" she said.
"Yeah, and she and her husband belong to a club."
"A club?"
"Yeah, a swinger's club." He climbed on top of her then and squeezed her butt. "Harold!"
"There might be something to it," he said, holding her ass up and digging his fingers into her silken flesh.
"Are you saying you want to swing together?" she said.
"It might be the answer to everything."
He leaned over and sucked a taut nipple into his mouth. He moved down to her pussy and wet down her soft pussy-fuzz with his tongue. He pried open her cuntlips and licked her cunt-pulp.
Why not? she thought as he licked her clit. She trembled as he held her asscheeks and devoured her gash. It was worth a try. If it worked for other couples, maybe it would work for them.
He reached up and squeezed her tits as he tongued her cunt. She wondered if she'd miss the cheating. It had been exciting and she did have a tentative date for next week at the Golden Sands Motel. Then she remembered that Harold had been there with his mistress and knew she couldn't go back there.
Now Harold speared his tongue inside her cunthole and fondled her velvety inner thighs. He tongue-fucked her pussy and moved up to her face, drilling his cunt juice-drenched tongue into her mouth.
His cock burned into her twat and she opened her thighs and felt it against her hot skin. He raised himself up and moved it against her hot snatch.
"You don't have to make a decision now," he said. "Take your time. I assume you've had your asshole fucked recently," he smiled.
"Oh, Harold!" she giggled.
She still wasn't used to their new relationship, but when he flipped her onto her belly she sighed with excitement. God, she loved getting her asshole fucked!
He pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood on the floor as he caressed her meaty butt. "I get the distinct impression you have," he snickered, pressing his cockhead against her bung.
"Oh, fuck me!" she squealed. "You bet, baby!"
A throaty moan escaped her lips when he stuffed his prick inside her shitter. His balls slapped her gash and she thrust her ass back at his prick. Her lips were curled back as her cunt convulsed in a gut-wrenching climax.
She tightened her asshole around his cock. Raw lust coursed through her crotch as he stroked his hot meat into her butthole. "I'm gonna come soon!" he cried, plunging his dick deep inside her bowels.
"Shoot it in me!" she shrieked.
"I love you!" he shouted.
"I love you too!" she yelled.
"I'm coming!" he bellowed.
And thick wads of jism shot into her asshole, causing her cunt to erupt in another orgasm. "I'm coming too!" she sobbed.
Her last conscious thought before she drifted off to sleep was how good life could be.
