Most of us lead two lives--real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies-- wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, Kitty Foster has learned to be honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul--a person who not only feels sexually free, but who has been compelled to unshackle her husband from the bounds of puritanism.
HOT WIFE TO BALL deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate--but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let he or she decide his own standard of morality where sex between consenting individuals is concern-d, just as Kitty has done.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, Sam, we really shouldn't do this!" she gasped.
Kitty Foster's fingers were curled around Sam Gillespie's cock. They were in the basement of another neighbor's house at a party celebrating Paul Kelly's promotion. Kitty had no idea how it had happened, but one moment she was sipping wine upstairs and chatting with Sam and the next thing she knew she was down in the basement with her hand on his bare cock.
Kitty's heart raced as she squeezed his prick. Her husband was upstairs talking football with a group of men and she wasn't worried about him missing her. He hardly even knew she was alive lately. What she was worried about was being discovered by Sam's wife, Gilda. Gilda was one of her best friends and had a violent temper. If she caught Kitty and Sam together she'd be sure to make a scene.
Now she trembled when her fingers grazed Sam's cock-bush. She hadn't touched another man's prick since her marriage ten years ago. She'd been faithful to Bill all these years. And what did it get me, she thought as she felt Sam's cock stiffen against her fingers. It got me a horny cunt, that's what it got me.
"I've been dreaming about this for years," Sam said in a low voice.
"You have?" she said.
"Shit, yeah, Kitty. Fuck, that feels good. Take it out, honey, where you can really do a job."
"I can't do that, Sam!" Kitty hissed. "Someone might come down here!"
"You worry too much," he chuckled, moving his hands over her tits and down toiler hips and thighs.
It was a warm evening and Kitty was wearing a halter top and short skirt. She gasped when he cupped her tits and told her again how long he'd dreamed about this moment.
"I don't think Bill really appreciates what he's got here," Sam said, his strong fingers kneading her huge tits. "If Gilda had knockers like these I'd keep her in bed twenty-four hours a day."
He pulled her nipples through the thin fabric of her halter top. Kitty's blood raced at the mention of Gilda. She felt a drop of cock-cream ooze out of his piss-slit and wet her hand and forgot all about her hot-tempered friend.
"Oh, God, Sam, this can only lead to one thing!" she moaned.
"That's the idea, baby," he chuckled.
Then suddenly he released her tits and pushed his pants down to his thighs. He was wearing low slung jockey shorts and he pushed them down too so that his cock and balls were out in the open.
"I'll bet you give great head," he said, slipping one hand inside her halter and caressing her bare tit.
"What if someone comes down here?" she hissed.
"We'll hear 'em before they get here," he said. "And we can pretend we're admiring the scenery."
They both laughed then. The basement was strictly suburban. There was a washing machine and dryer at one end and a ping pong table at the other.
Kitty continued squeezing his dick, concentrating on his juiced-up knob. His cock felt about the same size as Bill's. Bill's was nice and thick and long too, but he hardly ever used it anymore so it didn't matter.
She closed her eyes and felt her cunt expel a glob of cunt-cream. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist if they kept this up. The way Sam was playing with her tits was driving her crazy.
She wondered if Sam was a good lover. She suspected he was. Gilda always hinted that he knew how to use his cock. And the way he was caressing her tits right now told Kitty he knew how to use his hands.
Kitty had enormous boobs. They'd been huge since she was fourteen and she was used to having men go crazy over them. Kitty was proud of her tits and loved having men admire them, but more important, they were very sensitive and she loved when a man played with them. Like Bill used to do in the old days.
In the beginning Bill hadn't been able to keep his hands off her. They'd gotten married right out of high school because she'd been afraid of getting pregnant and they'd been fucking regularly for two years before their marriage.
At first the sex had been great. Everything was new and exciting, and fucking in a bed instead of the back seat of a car was wonderful. But after a year or two, she didn't remember exactly when it happened, Bill seemed to grow bored and hardly ever touched her except for a quick fuck once or twice a week.
Now she moved Sam's cockskin up and down his stiff rod as he slid his hands from her tits to her ass. She loved having her ass squeezed. She liked it almost as much as having her tits played with.
"Play with my balls, honey," he hissed, pushing her skirt up to her thighs and caressing her bare skin.
Kitty shivered as she held his prick with one hand and touched his balls with the other. Sam's balls were big and hairy and swollen with jism. She met his eyes, her lips parted and her breathing rapid.
"What about it, Kitty?" Sam said. "Do you give head or don't you?"
"Oh, Sam!" she whimpered, kneeling down until her lips were an inch away from his crotch. "Oh, Sam!" she repeated.
He tangled his fingers in her long black hair as she inhaled the musky fragrance of his fuck-stick. She loved sucking cock. Bill hardly ever let her do it anymore and she missed it terribly.
She gazed at his fuck-tube, trembling as she imagined how it would feel in her mouth. Because she knew now she was going to suck it and she wanted it badly. She ached to have his prick in her mouth stretching her lips and stuffing her throat.
With a mewl of lust, she brought his cock-head to her lips and delicately lapped her tongue over his taut silken skin. She licked up the cockjuice gushing out of his piss-slit and Sam groaned.
"Oh, fuck, baby, that's good!"
The horny housewife held his cock-root as she opened her jaws wide and sucked his prick inside her mouth. Sam groaned as she held it there a moment without moving. It had been so long since she'd sucked Bill's cock, she savored the taste and feel of Sam's pulsating boner.
Her skirt rode up to her crotch as she opened her jaws wide and closed her lips over his cockshaft. She took in another inch of his stalk and then he lunged forward, sliding his entire fuckpole down her throat.
She swirled her tongue-tip over the sensitive underside of his shaft and then slid the ring of her lips over half of his prong. Sam held her head in a iron grip as she moved down to the base of his dick. Now she felt his cockhead in the back of her throat, but she controlled her gag reflex and held it there a moment.
Sam groaned as she released his joint and sucked it back inside her throat. She bobbed her head now, sliding her lips back and forth over his fuckpole.
She heard the clink of glasses and the buzz of conversation from upstairs, but no longer worried that someone might walk in on them. She cared about nothing anymore but the feel of Sam's rigid prick in her mouth.
She held his balls as she swirled her tongue over his cockhead. She savored the taste and feel of his male-meat and the way he responded to her touch. It was wonderful to be appreciated by a man. It had been so long since her husband had really appreciated her.
She sighed as she relished the feel of his ramrod-stiff prick stabbing against her windpipe. Sam gyrated his hips and met her mouth, stroking his dick in and out of the tight ring of her lips.
She liked the idea of having a man like Sam Gillespie in her power. He was groaning helplessly now and it was all because of her talented lips and tongue and hands.
Now she released his prick and moved down and sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She savored the pungent taste of his hairy egg and let it loll around the warmth of her mouth before spitting it out and sucking in his other nut.
She went from one ball to the other, wetting them down with her saliva and reducing Sam to helpless groans. He pulled her hair when she returned to his dick and licked the base of his cock with long wet strokes of her tongue.
She went from his cock to his balls, pressing his balls against his prick and licking the leathery skin. She rubbed her cheek against his fuck-stick and balls and dribbled saliva over them, only to lick it up again with her eager tongue.
He growled when she returned to his cock, closing her lips over his knob and taking his entire fuckpole into her throat. She bobbed her head in a frenzy, anxious suddenly to have him blast off in her mouth.
"I'm gonna come!" Sam hissed, bucking his ass and forcing his cock deeper into her throat.
She shivered with excitement. It had been years since Bill had come in her mouth. She wanted Sam's jizz in her throat and encouraged him by sliding the ring of her lips more rapidly up and down his dick-stalk.
In the old days Bill had let her suck him off all the time. Then suddenly he decided nice women didn't do it. She realized now how she'd missed it. God, Gilda was lucky!
She moved faster now, sliding the ring of her lips up and down his prick and squeezing his nuts. The enormity of what she was doing no longer troubled her. She'd never cheated on Bill and what had it gotten her? A horny cunt, that's what!
Now she felt Sam's balls twitch in her hand and the first blast of his jism splashed against the back of her throat. She jumped, but he held her head with his strong fingers and she was forced to take his entire load in her mouth.
Sam cried out and Kitty became concerned that someone would hear him. She shivered as his cock filled her mouth, spewing spunk into every nook and cranny of her throat.
She continued squeezing his dick-root even after his balls were empty and he'd stopped plunging his cock into her throat. She let the last drop of cream roll around her tongue and savored the taste of his bitter-sweet fuck-oil.
God help me, I love it! she thought as Sam pulled his prick out of her mouth. Only a slut could love it that much!
He tried to pull his pants up, but Kitty kept sucking his limp cock. She licked up the juice that had dripped down his shaft and lapped her tongue over his limp balls.
"You keep that up," Sam groaned, "and you're gonna kill me!"
Kitty stood up slowly, reluctantly releasing his prick from her hand. She wiped her hands on her skirt as he hiked his shorts and pants up and zipped up his fly.
Kitty's hands automatically flew to her hair and she fluffed up her long black curls. "Is my lipstick all smeared?" she said, embarrassed now by the zealousness of her sucking.
"You look gorgeous," Sam said, squeezing her rump.
"Maybe we better go upstairs separately," she said. "Just in case someone sees us."
"Good thinking," he said. "You go on first. Shit, that Bill is an asshole not to appreciate you." He kissed her cheek lightly and slapped her butt. "Go on now," he hissed. "Get up there before you get me started again."
* * *
Kitty and Bill were the first to leave the party. Bill liked to get to bed early. He said he needed his sleep more than he needed socializing.
"Shit, I'm bushed," he said as he pulled his pants off and slid into bed. "And you need your sleep too. Isn't tomorrow the day you start that new job?"
"Yes," Kitty said, slapping cold-cream over her face. She'd forgotten all about it because of the excitement of sucking Sam's cock, but she was starting a new job tomorrow and needed to look her best.
"I still don't know why you have to work nights," Bill said, yawning. "Why can't they get one of the single girls to work nights and let you work days?"
"I told you," Kitty said, creaming off her mascara. "I'll just be working nights for the first two weeks. After that I'll switch to days. It's only because they want me to learn the ropes in case I'm ever needed to fill in at night."
"Well, I still don't like it," Bill said.
Kitty bristled, but said nothing. He'd been complaining for months about inflation and the fact that most other women worked to help out. Well the only job she could get was a hostess job. She had no skills and had never worked before. What the hell did he expect?
She controlled her anger and forced herself to smile sweetly. "There's nothing to worry about," she said, as she slipped her robe off her shoulders and climbed into bed. "It's just a bar and grill where they happen to have a little music and dancing."
She turned the light off and pulled the covers up to her chin. She wished Bill would stop talking and let her sleep. Maybe she would dream about Sam's cock. God, she was turned-on just thinking about it!
"Well, I still don't like it," he said. "Some guy's sure to make a pass at you."
Kitty giggled. "Don't tell me you're jealous?"
She moved closer to him and put her arm across his chest. "I think that's it. You're jealous someone'll hit on me."
"Well, you're not exactly the type of woman who melts into the background," he said.
She pressed her tits against his back and reached around for his cock.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he growled.
She grabbed his soft cock and squeezed. Her heart sank, but her pussy itched. It would take forever to get his cock stiff. If he'd even let her try.
She decided to take the chance. She needed fucking badly. The session with Sam had heated her up, but she hadn't come. Now even a quick fuck with Bill would be better than nothing.
She moved one hand to her cunt while she played with his cock. No sense wasting her free hand. She touched her clit. God, she was horny! Her pussy was thoroughly drenched with cunt-slime and her clit was distended. Her cuntflaps were puffy and her cunthole gushed cunt-oil.
Bill hardly ever sucked her cunt. When they'd first been married, he'd sucked her pussy regularly. But after a while he decided it wasn't manly to suck a cunt.
She slid a finger into her cunthole and wiggled it around. She wondered if Sam Gillespie would suck her cunt. She groaned at the sensations produced by her fingers and added a second finger to her twat.
"What are you moaning about?" Bill chuckled. "I haven't even touched you yet."
Kitty said nothing, but continued pumping his dick and frigging her pussy. Then he shifted around and faced her and she withdrew her fingers from her gash.
She held his dick and begged him to suck her tits. "Okay, hon," he yawned, sucking one thick nipple into her mouth.
He chomped on her boob, swirling his tongue over her rubbery pink nub. Thank God he still liked to suck her tits! That was one thing that hadn't changed. He was always good for a long tit-suck.
She shivered and used her free hand on his balls. She felt them jump around her hand as his cock stiffened and grew. She moved one hand back to her cunt and frantically rubbed her clit. Bill wasn't looking, and besides his eyes were tightly closed.
He sucked gluttonously on her boobs while she masturbated his dick. She thought about Sam Gillespie and felt a tiny pang of guilt. She was a married woman and what she'd done had been wrong no matter how frustrated she was.
She decided that what happened with Sam wouldn't happen again no matter what. She had married Bill for better or for worse and she still loved him. No, she wouldn't let it happen again.
Suddenly Bill grunted and she felt his sticky jism spill out over her hand. "Oh, no!" she cried. "We haven't fucked yet!"
Bill released her tit from his lips and grunted once more before he pulled his cock out of her hand. "Sorry, babe," he said as he turned over, pulling the blanket up to his neck. "I'll take care of you tomorrow."
Kitty waited until he was asleep and then she tiptoed to the bathroom and finished herself off. That settles it, she thought as she rubbed her clit. A man like that doesn't deserve a faithful wife. I've been a fool long enough!
CHAPTER TWO
"You're doing a terrific job," Ray Roberts said, taking her hand.
Ray was the owner of the Blue Lagoon and he had invited Kitty to have a drink with him during a lull one evening when she'd been working there a week.
She smiled at him now, grateful for his kind words. "This is my very first job," she said. "I was afraid to tell you at first. Afraid you wouldn't hire me if you knew I didn't have any experience."
"I could tell the minute I looked at you," he said, squeezing her hand and sipping his drink. "You were so scared when you came in here I thought you'd wet your pants. Come on, honey, drink up."
She gulped her drink as he stroked her hand. The band was playing a slow blues number and she swayed her ass to the music. She was glad Ray was pleased with her work. She liked her job and was sorry she'd soon be working days. There was something about the atmosphere in the evening that she knew wouldn't be there during the day. She didn't look forward to seating groups of women at tables. Women were a drag. They were never happy with where you sat them. Besides Kitty liked men better. She always had. Even as a teenager she'd had very few girlfriends. Most of her close friends were boys even then.
Now she gazed into Ray's eyes as he put one arm around her waist and pressed himself against her boob. "Does your old man take good care of you?" he murmured in her ear.
"That's a pretty personal question," she smiled, excited by the feel of his chest pressing against her tit.
"Ready for another, boss?" Pattie, the blonde waitress said.
"Yeah, sure, honey," Ray said and the girl sashayed off to the bar.
Kitty liked Pattie. In fact she liked most of the girls who worked here. She thought about why she liked them and realized she was usually attracted to women like Pattie and Gilda. Women who were tough and didn't take crap from men.
Ray was rubbing her arm now and pressing his thigh against hers. She wondered how far he would go. I'm such a clod! she thought, sitting motionless as he pressed the length of his leg against hers.
He moved his hand from her shoulder, resting it on her hip. He ran his fingers over her thigh and pulled her skirt up so he could touch bare skin.
If Bill saw me now he'd shit! she thought as Ray's fingers fluttered over her firm thigh. And it serves him right, too. He's neglected me long enough.
"You have a pair of knockers that just won't wait," Ray said huskily.
Kitty knew then that he was definitely coming on to her. She turned her head and gazed into his eyes as he caressed her thigh under the table.
"I know," she said, her eyes smoldering.
She parted her legs, glad now that she'd worn stockings and a garter belt instead of pantyhose. Pantyhose were so un-sexy. Right now Ray was fondling the bare skin at the top of her stocking. He could never do that if she'd worn pantyhose.
Pattie brought their fresh drinks and Kitty gulped half of hers down as Ray moved his hand over her crotch. She moaned softly when his fingers slid up and down her juiced-up slit. She looked around the room and wondered if anyone could see Ray's hand as it slipped inside her bikini panties.
No one was paying attention to them. There was a couple in the next booth petting and another at the bar hanging all over each other. Otherwise business was slow and whoever was around paid no attention to them.
Kitty shivered when Ray moved his hand over her naked asscrack. One finger slipped inside her cleft and probed around near her asshole. She squirmed her ass and sipped her drink as his hand parted her cuntlips.
"Do you think we should be doing this here?" she gasped as his finger slithered inside her cunthole.
"Relax and enjoy it," he said as he wiggled his finger around her pussy-hole. "Later I'll give you the real thing."
Kitty closed her eyes and gave in to the demands of her body. There was no doubt about it. He said that later he'd give her the real thing and there was only one thing he could possibly mean by that.
"You're hot to trot, baby," he chuckled, churning two fingers inside her steaming cunt. "I know a horny cunt when I feel one. Your old man isn't doing the job, that's for sure."
Kitty sighed as he drilled his fingers in and out of her drooling gash. She was glad the place was dimly lit because her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her panties were down off her ass.
She clamped her thighs shut, imprisoning his hand inside. He used one finger to rub her clit and she felt the first sensations of an orgasm begin.
"You're gonna come, aren't you?" he hissed.
"Yes!" she gasped.
He worked a third finger into her twat and used them like a small cock inside her hole. He churned her juices and drilled his fingers deep inside her depths.
She came then, a tiny sigh escaping her lips as she wiggled her ass on his fingers. Waves of sensations raged through her as she bounced up and down, fucking back at his finger until her orgasm tapered off.
"Let's get out of here," he said, pulling his fingers out of her cunt and wiping them on the tablecloth.
She pushed her skirt down and stood up, letting him take her hand and guide her out of the bar. They walked down the narrow hallway to his office and he quickly locked the door behind them.
He turned on a light and unzipped his fly. "Okay, let's have a look at those jugs," he said, fishing his cock out of his fly and closing his fingers around it.
Kitty stood rooted to the spot as she stared with fascination at his big reddish cockhead. He moved his loose cockskin up and down his thick prong. A drop of whitish cream oozed out of his piss-slit and he waved his dick, chuckling when the drop spilled onto the floor.
"Come on, baby, I haven't got all night," he said, and Kitty slowly unbuttoned the first button on her sweater.
"Quick!" he hissed. "We've only got time for a quickie now!"
She unbuttoned the rest of her sweater and slipped it off her shoulders. She paused for a moment, knowing that if she continued there was no turning back.
"Come on, baby," he snapped impatiently. Then he pointed his prick at her and grinned. "Look what I've got for you!"
Kitty stared at his big dick and made her decision. Life was too short to waste it. She moved her hands to the front of her bra and unhooked the flimsy garment. Then she slowly drew the lacy cups away from her big boobs and exposed them to his glittering eyes.
"Oh, yeah!" he said, pumping his prick as he gazed at her hanging tits. "Oh, yeah, come to daddy!"
The horny housewife felt her cheeks turn hot. She felt a warm wetness between her thighs and felt a drop of cunt-cream running down her legs.
She smiled, cupping her massive melons and bouncing them around her palms. She moved closer to Ray, trembling with anticipation at the realization that she was about to begin her first real affair.
Ray made lewd sucking noises with his lips. Then he knelt down and sucked one of her berry-sized nipples into his mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned when he bit down on the puckered brown part of her boob.
He opened his mouth wide and sucked in a mouthful of her velvety tit flesh. She held the tit in her hands and fed it to his mouth. He suctioned it in and spit it out, moving to her other quivering boob.
Suddenly he released her tits and pulled her over to the small sofa in the corner. He pushed her roughly to the floor in front of him and shoved his cock against her lips.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she gazed at his dick. Maybe he only wanted her to suck him. Then she'd still retain her virtue. If she didn't actually fuck, she was still a faithful wife. Sort of.
Yet she wanted his lovely prick inside her cunt. She curled her fingers around it and felt her pussy spasm at the feel of his stiff male-meat.
She smeared the cock-cream oozing out of his piss-slit and briefly caressed his balls. He'd said he didn't have much time and she salivated as she brought his cock-knob to her lips.
She licked up the drop of jizz and cupped his balls with her free hand. She loved sucking cock, and wondered if most men preferred getting sucked to getting fucked. Certainly it had been her experience so far with Sam Gillespie and now with Ray. Then she thought of Bill and sighed. He didn't much care about either sucking or fucking.
Now she cradled Ray's nuts and stretched her lips over his fuck-knob. She moved her teeth behind the flared rim of his cockhead and suctioned it in.
He grabbed her hair and forced her to take more of his prick into her mouth. She bobbed her head and took in half his fuck-stalk before releasing it and sucking gluttonously on his cockhead.
"I'm gonna come now, baby. Keep sucking!"
Kitty slid the ring of her lips up and down his rod until he growled and yanked at her hair while his fuck-stick exploded in her mouth.
"That was great, honey," he groaned when his balls were drained.
He hiked his pants up and zipped his fly. Then he slapped her ass and winked. "Next time we'll fuck," he said.
* * *
Two weeks went by before Ray asked to see her again. She was working days now and was preparing to go home at the end of her shift.
"Don't leave yet," he hissed in her ear. "Come into my office and let's finish up where we left off."
"I can't!" she said. "My husband's expecting me home."
"Call him and tell him I need you around here awhile." He grinned lasciviously. "And I do, baby, I do. Seriously, tell him I need you to work an hour or so overtime. Double-time and all that. Come on now, call him!"
Kitty decided one hour wouldn't hurt. She used the pay phone in the front of the restaurant to phone Bill at his office and tell him she'd be a little late.
As it turned out he didn't care. He'd been planning to work late himself and was going to catch a bite downtown.
She hung up the receiver and walked to the back of the restaurant, her heart beating wildly as she approached Ray's office. The door was open and she walked right in. She looked around, but he wasn't there so she sat down on the sofa to wait.
She crossed and uncrossed her legs, nervously looking around for a cigarette. She'd stopped smoking months before, but when she was nervous she still liked a cigarette.
And she was nervous now. She knew without a doubt that Ray was going to fuck her. Her pussy itched with need and the horny housewife was both excited and frightened.
But when a moment later Ray walked into the office and locked the door behind him, her fear disappeared. "Let's see that cunt of yours," he hissed, crossing the room and sitting next to her on the sofa.
"Pardon me?" she said.
"Get those legs uncrossed and let's have a look at that pussy. Come on, honey. Don't tell me you're shy."
A wave of lust coursed through her when she realized he actually wanted to examine her cunt. Her mouth felt dry and she sat still, her skirt primly at her knees.
He took her hand then and pushed her skirt up to her crotch. He shoved her and against her crotch and told her to show him how she played with herself.
"Come on, pretend you're alone," he said. "Let's see what you do when you get horny in the middle of the day and no guy's around."
"I've never done this before," she whispered.
"Played with yourself in front of a guy?"
"Well, that too, but I meant I've never cheated on my husband before." She lowered her eyes then and blushed. "Well, not really cheated."
"You women are all alike," he said. "You don't count sucking, do you?" Kitty nodded and he continued. "Crazy! Sucking doesn't count, but fucking does! Wild! Come on, let's see that gash."
Kitty gazed at the bulge in his crotch and moved one shapely leg up to the sofa. Then she moved her other leg up and spread her thighs wide.
Tendrils of curly black pussy-fuzz framed the damp crotch of her panties and Ray's eyes sparkled as he stared at her. Excited by the lust in his eyes, she pushed the tiny crotch to the side and exposed her pussy.
He whistled when she pried her cuntlips apart and showed him the purplish wet folds of her cunt. He stood up then and began scrambling out of his pants and shorts.
"Play with yourself!" he hissed as he pumped his prick and watched her with glittering eyes. "Frig your cunt."
She shyly moved one finger over her clit and rubbed up and down. She threw her head back and closed her eyes when she felt the wild sensations in her cunt.
She opened her eyes when she felt his prick against her lips. She opened her jaws wide as if in a dream and accepted his prick in her mouth.
He drove his cockshaft deep into her mouth, his balls slapping her chin. Then he pulled it out and sat down on the sofa, telling her to stand up in front of him.
She did as she was told. She stood between his legs while he held her around the waist and planted hot wet kisses over her belly. She held her skirt up while he pulled her panties down. She stepped out of the bikinis when he pulled them down to her feet and he pressed his lips against her pussy thicket.
Then he made her turn around and he kissed the lush round globes of her ass. He squeezed and fondled her butt-flesh and ran his hand underneath and squeezed her pussy.
He leaned over and ran his tongue over her asscheeks. He bit down on her firm white flesh and ran his fingers into her asscrack. He pried her asscheeks apart and ran his tongue up and down her asscrease.
Kitty shivered and bent forward, bending her knees and giving him total access to her ass. No one had ever licked her ass before. Certainly Bill hadn't and none of the boys she'd fucked before meeting Bill either.
Now she cried out when he lapped his tongue over her bunghole. She held her asscheeks wide apart and encouraged him to continue the intimate caress.
Her tits hung down as he rimmed her asshole with his hot tongue. "Some day I'll have to give it to you in the back-door," he said, biting her silken butt-flesh. "But now, get over there and lean on the desk. I'm gonna fuck you like a bitch in heat. From the back."
Kitty let him lead her over to the desk and position her with her arms on the desk and her ass facing the room. Bill had never fucked her this way before and she realized for the first time how much she'd missed in life. There was so much she'd never done!
She spread her legs and held her skirt up to her waist. Ray stood behind her and the fact that she couldn't see him made it all the more exciting.
She wondered if he could see her cunt from this angle. She squirmed her ass when he grabbed her butt and ran his fingers over her soft pliant flesh.
She craned her neck to see his face, but it was impossible so she rested her cheek on her arms and waited for his next move.
She didn't have long to wait.
"Sweet pussy," he said as he rubbed his hand over her gash and positioned his cockhead against the hot wet hole of her cunt.
She held her breath when he pushed forward and plunged his cock inside her pussy. "Oh, God!" she wailed, tossing her head back and forth as he pulled out and then pushed in again.
"Good tight cunt!" he growled. "Fuck that cock!"
God forgive me, Kitty thought as she clamped her cuntlips over his fuckpole. God forgive me, my life is just beginning!
CHAPTER THREE
"Try it over here," she said.
Kitty stared at the boy who had delivered their new television set. His jeans were skin tight and he wore no shirt. His chest was broad and tanned and there was a sprinkling of blonde hair covering it.
Kitty followed him over to the corner and stood with her hands on her hips and shook her head. "No, that's no good. Let's try it over there."
She pointed to the opposite corner and the boy hefted the wooden cabinet and moved it effortlessly across the room. She watched his muscles ripple as he deposited the television set in the corner. Her eyes kept returning to his crotch and the bulge of his prick pressing against his fly.
She wondered how old he was. He didn't look a day over sixteen or seventeen. What a slut I've become! she thought. But he is adorable.
She pretended to be concerned about the placement of the new television set. "I don't know," he said, her eyes zeroing in on his crotch. Her own cunt twitched at the thought of what the young stud looked like naked.
The boy eyed her tits and licked his lips. "I could use something to drink," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "Would a beer do?"
"A beer would be just fine," he said.
She pulled her shoulders back and wiggled her hips as she walked to the kitchen. "I think I'll have one too," she said over her shoulder as she reached into the refrigerator and took out two beers." There's nothing like a cold beer when you're hot."
The boy smirked as he accepted the beer and she deliberately let her fingers graze his hand. Her tits bulged out of her halter top and the boy stared openly at her cleavage.
"You're sort of fresh, aren't you?" she teased.
He swallowed a gulp of beer and continued staring at her boobs. "Yeah, I guess so."
Kitty giggled at his boldness. "What's your name?" she said. "I think I like you."
"Ricky," he said, his eyes boring into her boobs.
She extended her hand and grinned. "I'm Kitty, Ricky. Kitty Foster. And I think you're real cute."
He took her hand, blushing when she closed both hands around his.
"I'm kind of new at this sort of thing," she said, moving closer to the boy. "So please just put your arms around me and kiss me before I change my mind."
The boy's eyes widened, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and crushed his naked chest against her tits. He clamped his lips over hers, drilling his tongue inside her mouth and probing it around.
They exchanged saliva and Kitty slid her own tongue into his mouth. She plunged it in and out, thrilled when he closed his teeth over her tongue. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, his stiff prick stabbing her belly.
"Are you through for the day?" she panted when he finally broke the kiss.
"You bet!"
He looked so eager and so horny she giggled. "Let's get to a bed," she said, leading him out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
She decided not to use the master bedroom. She took him into the spare room that they planned to use for a nursery. They kept an extra bed in there and at least she wouldn't be cheating on Bill in his own bed.
She closed the door behind them and leaned against it, her blood racing. The boy began stripping, but she moved against him and took his hand away from his belt-buckle.
"I'll do that," she hissed.
He snickered, putting his hands behind his back while she knelt down and ran her fingers over the bulge in his crotch. She felt the hard outline of his cock and pressed her cheek against the bulge.
She stood up then and unbuckled his belt as she stared into his eyes. She tugged his zipper down and pushed his jeans all the way down to his thighs.
He wore tight low-slung jockey shorts and his prick strained against the material. She gripped his cock through his shorts and then told him to follow her.
She walked over to the bed and sat down, urging him to stand in front of her. She made him step out of his jeans and then she pulled his shorts down and seven inches of ramrod-stiff male-meat popped out.
He grinned at the expression on her face. Her moist lips parted as she gazed at his throbbing cock and jism-filled balls.
She leaned forward and extended her pink tongue. She licked up the drop of jizz gushing out of his slit. His balls jumped when she lapped her tongue over his cockhead.
He groaned when she swirled her tongue over his knob and fluttered it up and down his shaft. "Oh, fuck!" he croaked, his eyes shut and his teeth clenched.
"I have a feeling you're ready to blast off," she said, fondling his balls.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Don't be embarrassed," she smiled. "Boys your age need to get a lot of loving. When's the last time you got laid?"
"A couple of days ago."
"And you haven't jerked off since?"
"Not since yesterday."
She laughed out loud. "Well, that's a long time. I'll tell you what. I'll bring you off and then get you hard again so you can take care of me. Is it a deal?"
"Shit, yeah! And I'm seventeen!"
"Sorry about that," she smiled, opening her mouth wide and closing it over his bulbous cockhead.
Ricky groaned as she sucked his cockhead inside her hot saliva-filled mouth. She held his hips and slid the ring of her lips halfway down his shaft.
She stopped bobbing her head when he began bucking his hips. He fucked her mouth, his hands on her head and a steady groan erupting from his throat.
Kitty sucked hungrily on his thick young prick. She held his balls, excited by the knowledge that any moment his spunk would be blasting down her throat.
It was all so crazy. In a few short weeks her entire life had been turned around. A month ago she had been a faithful wife and now here she was sucking a strange boy's prick in her own home!
She caressed his balls now, anxious to have his load in her mouth. But he continued pumping his dick in and out of the stretched ring of her lips.
She held his ass, squeezing his lean butt and sliding a finger into his asscrease. Moving instinctively, she found his asshole and pushed her index finger inside the tight grommet.
"Oh, fuck!" Ricky grunted.
Now his balls danced in her hand. He speared his prick deep into her throat and came. A thick spurt of jism exploded into her mouth, almost causing her to gag. She held his asscheeks, spunk running out of the corners of her mouth and dribbling onto her thighs.
He raped her mouth with his spurting cock and she sucked his jizz gluttonously. She didn't want to lose any more than she had to. God, she loved the taste and feel of man-cream in her mouth!
When he was through, he forced her to release his fuckpole from her lips and teeth. "Shit, lady, you're gonna kill me!" he croaked.
Kitty released his fuck-stick, licking up the jism clinging to her lips, her eyes sparkling.
"That was wonderful," she said. "Do you always have that much cream?"
"Yeah, most of the time," he said. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, you didn't hurt me," she smiled. "I loved it."
She curled her fingers around his fuckpole, expecting to find it soft and lifeless. She giggled when she found it was still hard.
"Does this thing ever go down?" she said.
He blushed and looked embarrassed. "Sometimes."
"Not that I'm complaining, you understand," she said, squeezing his cock-root and fondling his ass. "I'm not complaining in the least."
She had expected to have to work on his cock to get it hard again and it was a lovely surprise to find him ready for action.
Her skirt had hiked up to her crotch and he kept sneaking peeks at her firm thighs. Her legs were open, surrounding his thighs as she cupped his still-tight balls and caressed his cockhead.
"Would you like to see my tits?" she said, standing up and facing him, thrusting her boobs in his face.
"Sure!"
She untied her halter top and teased him by lowering it slowly and exposing her huge boobs. He stared at her upthrust tits, obviously mesmerized by their size.
She was thrilled at the look in his eyes.
"Don't tell me you've never seen tits like mine before?" she said.
She pushed him down onto the bed and stood in front of him. Her tits jiggled above his face and he licked his lips as he gazed from one to the other.
"Well?" she said. "Have you?"
"No," he said, swallowing hard and licking his dry lips.
She swayed back and forth, jiggling her tits against his face. She teased him by cupping one huge boob and directing it over his lips. She pulled it away just as he was about to suck it into his mouth and continued teasing him with first one stiff nipple and then the other.
"I like to have my tits sucked," she said, pulling on her nipples. "It turns me on. Makes my cunt hot. Would you like to make my cunt hot, Ricky?"
He nodded, a big grin splitting his face. "Sure!"
She moved closer and held the back of his head in one hand and one tit in the other. "Open your mouth nice and wide, sweetheart," she purred, sticking one rubbery nipple between his lips. "Open up and give my poor starved tits a good sucking."
He sat perfectly still as she fed him her boob. She gasped with pleasure when he swirled his tongue over her tit and bit down gently on the tip.
"I love it!" she squealed, moving closer and pressing her huge globe against his face.
She realized now why older women frequently took young men as lovers. There were definite advantages to being older. She felt in total control with Ricky. She'd never felt in control with other men. Certainly not with Bill and not with Sam Gillespie or Ray Roberts.
Now he suctioned her tit into his mouth and lashed his tongue over her nipple. She moaned softly, holding his head with both hands as he nibbled her nipples, pulling on them with his lips and teeth.
He moved from one tit to the other and when they were both throbbing and wet with his saliva she pulled away and rubbed her boobs over his face.
"Let me get the rest of my clothes off," she whispered, stripping off her skirt and panties and stretching out on the bed. She moved a hand over her pussy and played with her thick cunt-bush. She fluffed it up and toyed with the wiry curls, thrilled at the lust in his eyes.
"Get over here," she said, her pussy wet with her cream. "Get over here and fuck me."
The boy lay down on the bed and straddled her. She held out her arms and welcomed him into the saddle of her thighs. He positioned his throbbing cockhead at the juice-drenched mouth of her cunt and quickly pushed forward.
He groaned as he speared his cock deep inside her cunt-tunnel. Kitty wrapped her long legs around his waist and humped her ass. "Oh, yes!" she yelled. "Oh, yes, fuck me!"
She raised her ass off the bed and fucked back at his fuckpole. She flung her arms around his neck and slammed her cunt forward to meet his strokes.
He held her ass, directing his fuck-stick over her clit. Kitty's cuntflaps convulsed over his rod and brought him off just as her own orgasm exploded.
He collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged and his cock still hard. Kitty recovered quickly. She wanted more. Her orgasm had been intense, but had only whetted her appetite for another one.
They rolled over and she landed on top of the boy. What a stud! she thought as she rubbed her cunt back and forth over his cock. It wasn't as hard as before, but it wasn't totally soft either.
She sat up, her ass on his thighs and her legs stretched wide. She cupped his limp fuzz-covered balls in her hands and rubbed her wet gash over his leg.
"I'm real glad I stayed home from work today," she said.
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh," she said, moving down on the bed and stretching out on her belly. She pressed her face against his crotch, inhaling the lovely fragrance of his cock and balls.
When she'd telephoned Ray and told him she had to stay home to accept the delivery of a new television set, he'd been annoyed. "What do you think this is?" he said. "I've got a business to run here."
She'd assured him it wouldn't happen again, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn't fire her. It was obvious to everyone that Ray liked her a lot and Kitty was grateful for that. It was nice to have the boss on your side. And she did enjoy fucking him.
Now she turned her attention back to the teenage boy. She played with his prick and nuts and then scrambled around on the bed and ran a series of hot kisses over his chest.
"I know what I'd like now," she whispered in his ear.
"What?" he said.
"Have you ever sucked a girl's cunt?"
"Shit, yeah!" he said. "What do you think I am? Some kind of jerk?"
"Well, I don't know what kids do nowadays," she said, laying down on the bed and spreading her legs wide to reveal her thick black pussy-jungle.
He sat up and leaned on one elbow as he gazed at her twat. He moved one hand over his cock, pulling on his cockhead and squeezing his balls.
"When I was your age the boys I knew didn't like to lick pussy," she said.
He snickered. "I'm not saying I like it as much as having my cock sucked."
"I didn't think so," she smiled, toying with her pussy. "Do you really think you can get hard again?"
"Sure," he said proudly.
She wiggled her ass and moved one hand to her tits. She pinched and pulled her spikey nipples, one hand still caressing her pussy-folds.
She was excited at the prospect of getting fucked again, but right now she wanted her cunt sucked. She humped her ass and told him to get down between her legs.
"Let's have that little suck now," she purred.
He crawled between her legs and leaned forward, moving his face close to her cunt. He sniffed her cuntflesh while Kitty spread her cuntflaps open to reveal the hot wet meat of her pussy.
"Does it smell good, honey?" she said.
"Yeah, it's okay," he muttered.
But his nostrils quivered at the pungent aroma and she giggled as she sat up and grabbed his head, pulling his mouth against her gash.
"You'll get used to the smell after a while," she said.
He took a deep breath and buried his face against her snatch. She pulled her knees back and sighed. "Lick it all over," she said. "Lick up and down and don't forget my clit."
He ran his tongue up and down her succulent tissues. He stabbed his tongue-tip at her cunthole and flicked it over her joy-button. He pulled her cunt-hair with his teeth while Kitty trembled and moaned. She humped her ass and rammed her cunt at his face.
Now he slithered his tongue deep inside her cunthole and wiggled it around. She came then, her entire body convulsing with ecstasy. She locked her thighs around his head, forcing him to continue lapping her gash. And when she finally released him, she smiled at the sight of his terribly young face glistening with her cunt-cream.
"You do that very well," she said.
He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and blushed. "Yeah?" he said.
"Yes. Some day you're going to be an expert."
Her legs were open wide, her knees up and her pussy totally exposed. His eyes kept returning to her saliva-drenched gash and the hot housewife giggled.
"I think you want more," she said, spearing a finger into her cunt. "I know I do."
She added a second finger to her pussy, frigging both fingers in and out as if they were a cock. She arched her back and squirmed her ass as she frigged herself.
She used her thumb on her clit, lifting her ass off the bed as she masturbated. Ricky frantically pumped his prick, his eyes glued to her cunt as she continued spearing her fingers in and out of her twat.
"Don't make yourself come!" she cried. "I want you to fuck me again!"
She shrieked when an orgasm raged through her and when she opened her eyes she told him to get on top of her. "It's getting late," she said. "But we still have time for one more."
He began to mount her, but as Kitty gazed at his stiff cock she decided she wanted it in her mouth. "I changed my mind," she said. "I want to suck you off!"
The teenager grinned and moved up to straddle her tits. His cock bobbed in front of her face and the horny brunette curled her fingers over his shaft and squeezed his cockhead.
She closed her arms around his ass as she opened her mouth and clamped her lips over his cock-knob. She squeezed his butt while she slid the hot ring of her lips over half of his cockshaft.
She released his cock and sucked his entire ball-bag into her mouth. The last thing she remembered before her cunt exploded in an orgasm was Ricky forcing his cock back into her throat.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Come on in quick before someone sees you!" she said as Sam Gillespie walked inside the door.
Bill had left for work and when Sam had telephoned she told him to come right over. She had an hour before she had to get to the Blue Lagoon and she was horny. So when Sam phoned, she decided to take the chance and let him come here.
Now they walked into the living room, his arm around her waist. "I don't have long," she said as they stood in the middle of the room and Sam yanked open her robe.
When he saw that she was naked underneath, he chuckled. "Jesus, get a load of those jugs!"
Kitty grinned, cupping her tits and raising them up. "Come and get 'em!"
He bent down and briefly sucked one swollen nipple into his mouth. Then he released her and stepped back, his eyes raking up and down her body.
"I've been dying to get my mouth on those knocker for years," he said.
"When I was a kid, I thought they were too big," she said.
"Shit, no one's ever satisfied. Who the fuck ever told you tits could be too big? It must have been a jealous dame. No real man likes 'em small."
Kitty thrust her tits out and pretended to pout. "Are you going to look at them or are you going to touch them?"
He pulled her against him, holding her tightly against his big chest. "You know I'm gonna touch," he said. "And I'm gonna do more than that too."
She sat down in a lounge chair and he crouched between her legs. He gazed at her thick cunt-muff as she slipped her robe off her shoulders.
"Do I get to suck that too?" he said.
She lifted her tits and pointed them toward his mouth. "You get to suck whatever you want."
One nipple grazed his lips and he opened his mouth and ran his tongue over her stiffened berry. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of his lips and tongue on her boob.
She played with her other tit. She pulled her nipple and gasped when he bit down on her sensitive bud. She moved her free hand to her cunt and played with her gash. She scooped up some cunt juice and rubbed it over her swollen clit.
Sam sucked eagerly on her tits. He held them in his hands and went from one to the other, slobbering and slurping on her heavy melons.
When he noticed her playing with her cunt, he chuckled. "That's what I like. A horny dame."
He took her hand and she rose from the chair, following him over to the sofa. Her pussy twitched with anticipation as she sank down on the sofa and he crouched at her feet.
He spread her legs wide apart and stared intently at her gash. "What a sweet beaver," he said.
The horny housewife pulled her knees back and spread her legs wide to show him her meaty twat.
"I didn't think I had a chance with you," he said, closing his lips over her cunt.
She trembled and grabbed his hair as he hungrily slurped up her juices. She leaned her head on the sofa cushion, shivering at the rush of pleasure erupting from her crotch.
He lapped up and down her cunt flaps and then pushed his tongue deep inside her pussy-pocket. She thrashed her head from side to side and panted for breath.
"Don't stop!" she moaned. "For God's sake, don't stop!"
She clamped and unclamped her thighs, locking his mouth against her. She humped her ass and ground her pussy against his lips and tongue and teeth.
Her tits bounced around and Sam grabbed her asscheeks and pulled her closer to him. He flicked his tongue over her clit while he pulled her butt-flesh apart.
Her belly heaved and she cried out as her climax overwhelmed her. Her big boobs rocked from side to side as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her.
He continued sucking until her orgasm tapered off and then he stood up and struggled out of his pants and shorts. He left his shirt and tie on, his stiff cock dangling between his legs like a baseball bat.
His balls were full of jizz and she trembled with lust at the thought of all the spunk that would be soon be blasting into her cunt. He moved his cockskin up and down his fuckpole and smiled.
"I'm not as young as I used to be," he said.
"Who is?" Kitty giggled.
"You got a bed around here?" he said.
"Come on," she said, rising up and grabbing her robe. "Quick! Let's get upstairs!"
She dashed up the stairs, her naked ass jiggling as she walked. She was aware of his eyes on her butt and she shivered at the lewdness of it.
She too him into the spare bedroom. There's been more action in here than in the master bedroom, she thought as she pushed the bedspread back and climbed onto the bed.
Sam picked up a pillow and stuffed it under her ass. "What are you doing?" she said.
"You mean you don't know?"
She shook her head. "I tried to tell you I'm new at this."
He chuckled as she opened her legs and hooked her thumbs over her cuntflaps. "You may be new at it, but you're certainly not shy."
She giggled as he climbed between her legs. He pumped his cock, slapping it against her thigh. She was amazed at how hard it was. If she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend it was a metal bar hitting her leg.
"I had a bet with some of the other guys that you were untouchable," he said, his fingers racing up and down his fuck-stick.
"Well, I certainly hope you're not discussing me with them!"
"Don't sweat it, honey," he said. "I know how to keep my mouth shut and I know when to open it."
Now he guided his prick against her juiced-up cuntlips. He lurched forward and plunged his prick into the steaming tunnel of her cunt.
"Oh, Sam, you're so hard!" she cried.
He fucked her hard and fast. He speared his prick in and out of her succulent snatch while she moaned with pleasure. She humped her ass and met his strokes, her fingernails running up and down his arms.
"Careful you don't scratch me," he puffed.
Kitty realized for the first time that she was fucking a married man who had to be careful he didn't go home with battle scars. She thought of Gilda and wondered what the redhead was doing now. Gilda had intimated more than once that she had a strong sex drive and Kitty wondered if she was fucking some strange man right now while her husband was fucking Kitty.
Then she thought about Bill. Wouldn't it be wild if Bill was in some strange woman's bedroom fucking her eyes out! Then a crazier thought came into her mind. What if Bill was fucking Gilda at this very moment?
Now Sam fucked her with pile-driving thrusts of his prick and she forgot all about Gilda and Bill and everything else except Sam's cock and her hot cunt. Sam pounded her pussy, changing the angle of his thrusts in order to give her friction in all her sensitive spots.
She wriggled her ass and gyrated her hips, her cunt clutching his thick cock with every thrust. They were moving against each other like two ballet dancers, every movement in unison with the other.
She realized then why he wanted the pillow under her ass. She had a good-sized rump, but the pillow raised her ass even higher off the bed and made it easier for him to spear her with his dick.
"Are you ready?" he panted now, interrupting her reverie.
"Yes!" she cried.
"Do you want me to come inside you?"
"Yes! Give it to me! Come inside me!"
Sam raised himself up and plunged forward, ramming his rigid prick deep inside her as he shot his load into her grasping pussy. Again and again he split her in two with his spurting prick until at last his balls were drained and he collapsed at her side.
Kitty lay still and let the exquisite sensations take over her body. She closed her eyes and stretched, every nerve-ending exquisitely relaxed.
When she opened her eyes, Sam was standing next to the bed, struggling into his pants. "That was a great fuck," he said. "I'll call you in a few days."
He leaned over and kissed her goodbye. "Don't get up," he chuckled as she sat up on the bed. "I'll sneak out the back door."
"Make sure no one sees you!" she hissed.
"I know several women who'd just love to tell Bill I had a gentleman caller!"
She stayed on the bed until she heard the back door close. Then she scrambled out of bed and fixed the spread before returning to the master bedroom to dress. She'd be late for work even if she left now and she still had to dress.
But it was worth it, she thought as she turned on the shower and stepped into the tub. Christ, it was worth it!
* * *
She was a half hour late for work and when she arrived one of the waitresses was acting as hostess for the busy lunch crowd. "Boy am I glad you're here," she said as Kitty took over.
The next hour went quickly. No sooner did one table leave then she seated another. She settled a dispute with two of the busboys and calmed a middle-aged biddy when the woman found a hair in her soup.
"The boss wants to see you when things slow up," Pattie said as she dashed by. "He's mad as hell that you were late."
Kitty's heart jumped. She didn't want to lose her job. Maybe she'd been too sure of Ray's affections. "Take over for me, will you?" she said to the cashier. "I've got to see Ray for a minute."
The cashier was a nice girl by the name of Angie and she told Kitty she'd be glad to move around for a change. "I'm beginning to spread, sitting there all day," she said, moving around the counter and taking the menus from Kitty. "Take your time, honey," she said. "This'll give me a good opportunity to get to know that stud over there."
Kitty smiled gratefully and walked down the hallway to Ray's office. She held her breath and pushed her tits out before she knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" he snapped, "It's me," she said. "Kitty."
She heard footsteps inside the room and then the door opened. "How nice of you to grace us with your presence," he said sarcastically, bending from the waist and motioning her into the room.
"I'm real sorry about that," she stammered. "Something came up at home. I promise it won't happen again."
He walked back to his desk and by the time he sat down in his swivel chair his pants and shorts were down to his knees and his cock was standing at attention.
"Get over here and suck this thing," he said. "And relax. I'm not going to fire you."
Relief flooding her, Kitty hurried around the desk and knelt at his feet. She curled the fingers of one hand around his shaft and the fingers of the other around his balls. She gazed at him with sultry eyes and teased him by licking her lips before opening her jaws and sucking his cockhead into her mouth.
"Shit, that's cocksucking!" he said, holding her head with his strong fingers and directing her lips back and forth on his rod. "Now get your clothes off and wrap those gorgeous knockers around my dick."
Her cheeks were flushed as she dropped his cock from her mouth. "Do what?" she said, rising unsteadily to her feet.
"Hasn't anybody ever fucked your tits before?"
"No."
"Jesus Christ, do you have a lot to learn!" he hissed. "Get your sweater and bra off and I'll show you what I mean."
Kitty was so happy he hadn't fired her, she happily pulled her sweater over her head and unhooked her bra. Her massive jugs bounced free and he motioned to her to kneel between his legs.
"Now wrap 'em around my cock," he said, his head back and his hands leaning on the arm of his chair.
The hot brunette leaned over his crotch and let her tits hang over his prick. His cock stood up and twitched when her nipples grazed his cockhead.
She used both hands to press her boobs against his fuckpole. She smothered it in her warm cleavage as he whistled through his teeth.
"You've got it!" he hissed. "Now move up and down. Pretend your valley is your cunt."
She gazed down at his bulbous cockhead nestled inside her boobs. She moved back and forth, his prick snug inside her cleavage. At intervals she swiped her tongue over his piss-slit and licked up his cream. She teased the sensitive flared rim under his knob and squeezed her tits tightly around his prong.
"Suck it!" he said and she opened her mouth wide and sucked half his stalk inside. She bobbed her head, taking more and more of his fuck-stick into her throat.
"Fuck, a guy can't stay mad at you!" he groaned. "Not with that mouth! Hold it! I don't wanna come yet!"
She let his cock drop from her lips and he pulled her over to the sofa. In a moment he had stripped off the rest of her clothes and was stroking the thick lips of her cunt.
He slid his index finger in and out of her cunthole and leaned down and flicked his tongue-tip over her clit. "Ride it," he said, sitting down on the sofa and pulling her onto his lap.
Kitty squirmed around and positioned herself over his prick. She raised her ass and rubbed his cockhead around the pulpy folds of her pussy. She pushed his knob inside her hole and sank down, taking his entire fuckpole into her seething gash.
She moved up, leaving only his cockhead inside her. She rested her hands on his shoulders and pressed down, once again impaling herself on his thick slab of fuck-meat.
He held her ass while she bounced up and down. With every thrust she felt his prick filling her cunt-channel and rubbing against her clit.
Her tits jiggled with every movement of her body and when she came it was with an intensity that rocked her senses. At the same time her cunt-flaps clamped shut around his prick and brought him off. Ray growled and humped up and down on the sofa. He rolled over onto his back and pulled her with him as he blasted his jism into her convulsing pussy.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Now isn't this better than sitting in a bar somewhere," Sam Gillespie said.
They were lying on a blanket on the floor of Sam's office. Kitty could hear the clicking of typewriters outside and the occasional ring of a telephone. It felt strange to be lying here with Sam while his secretary sat at her desk outside the door and kept people out.
Kitty's head rested on Sam's lap. She felt his prick against her cheek and wondered if his secretary knew what they were doing in here. Now she pressed her face against his balls and felt her cunt twitch. God, she needed fucking!
She decided she didn't care if Sam's secretary knew what was going on. Sam stroked her face and hair and ran his fingers over her neck to caress her shoulders.
"Anything special you want?" he said.
"Whatever you want is okay with me," she said.
"Why don't you ever ask for anything?"
"I feel funny about it," she said.
He rolled her over onto her belly and unzipped her dress. "It's a turn-on to a guy when a woman asks for what she wants," he said.
She reached over and unzipped his fly. Then she slipped her hand inside and groped around for his cock and balls. "But you always give me what I want," she purred.
She curled her fingers around his nuts and squeezed hard.
"Oh, shit, you're killing me!" he said.
He pushed her head down and the horny housewife licked his balls. She ran her tongue over his hairy wrinkled ball-bag and dribbled saliva over his eggs. When they were coated with her spit, she sucked them into her mouth and lovingly darted her tongue over his fuzz covered balls. She held his prick and moved his cockskin up and down. Finally she released his balls and continued pumping his cock.
"Do you think Gilda knows you have other women?" she said.
"I don't know," he said. "She's nobody's fool."
"But she doesn't know about us, does she?"
"What do you think?"
"We had lunch last week and she seemed to be just slightly cool."
"Maybe it's just your imagination."
"I hope so. I'd die if she found out."
"What about Bill?"
"Bill doesn't even know I'm alive anymore."
Now Sam squeezed her ass, sliding her dress up to her crotch and moving his hands inside her panties. "You mean to tell me with this gorgeous ass he doesn't know you're alive?"
She fondled his balls, crouching down and lapping her tongue over his fuck-stick. "I don't think he even knows it's there," she sighed.
"You mean to say he never fucks you in the ass?"
"Not for years," she said, sucking his cockhead into her lips and clamping her teeth behind the flared rim. "Do you fuck Gilda in the ass?" She released his cock and ran her tongue up and down his shaft.
"Whenever she lets me," he groaned. "Shit, that's good!"
She swirled her tongue hungrily over his cock-knob. She took more of his cockshaft into her mouth and tightened the ring of her lips around his thick stalk. She sucked hard, her cheeks caving in as she held him in a firm grip.
"Fuck, honey, what a mouth!" he said, caressing her stretched lips. "But if you keep that up I'm liable to shoot off."
She released her grip on his cock. As much as she loved a mouthful of jism, she wanted to get fucked today. She cupped his balls and once again sucked them into her mouth.
He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down to his thighs. "Get your hands on my ass, honey," he said.
Kitty suctioned his balls into her mouth and ran both hands into his asscrack. She found his asshole with a fingertip and teased the hairy little hole with her fingernail.
She released his balls and moved her mouth back to his cock. She couldn't resist darting her tongue up and down his vein-covered shaft and into his piss-slit.
She squeezed his cock-root and sucked his cockhead back into her mouth. Sam held her head as she sucked gluttonously on his meat. She ran her tongue over the sensitive underside of his shaft and felt his balls dance in her hand and decided she wanted him to come in her mouth.
"You want me to come in your mouth?" he groaned.
Kitty nodded and sucked harder on his prick.
"Oh, honey, what a sweet little cocksucker you are!"
She thought about all the loads she'd taken down her throat lately. She sucked Ray's cock regularly as well as Sam's. And Ricky! Her pussy creamed at the memory of the teenager's prick. God, she'd missed a lot all the years she'd been faithful to Bill!
She crouched on her knees between Sam's thighs and sucked eagerly on his prick. She squeezed his balls and caressed his ass as her lips and tongue sucked and licked his dick.
Sam gripped her head and tangled his strong fingers in her long black hair. He forced more of his cock into her throat. Soon his cockhead teased her windpipe and he bucked his ass up off the floor and began fucking her mouth.
Kitty had learned how to control her gag-reflex. She didn't even gag when his cockhead lodged in the back of her throat.
"Cocksucker, cocksucker, cocksucker," he groaned as he fucked her face. "My pretty little cocksucker!"
That's what I've become, the horny brunette thought as she accepted his thrusts. I've become a cock-loving slut. And furthermore I don't care. I love it!
She knew he would blast off soon. She could tell by the way his balls tightened up. She held her head still while he plunged forward and began coming.
Huge globs of fuck-cream exploded into her mouth. She drank up the pungent juice and felt her pussy spasm as he filled her mouth with his spunk.
Salvo after salvo of ropy jism filled her mouth. She sucked and swallowed, draining his balls before she fell back on the blanket and frantically frigged her cunt.
After she brought herself off she moved back to his crotch and sucked his limp cock into her mouth. She licked up the jism clinging to his cock-bush and closed her mouth over his entire fuckpole.
"Fuck, honey, you're gonna kill me!" he said, pulling his prick out of her mouth.
"You didn't like it," she teased. "It wasn't any good."
"Yeah," he laughed. "It was awful. You really love it, don't you?' "Uh huh!" she said, licking her lips. "I came when you were shooting off."
"You're too much," he said. "Let me suck your pussy."
"Now?"
"Sure, now. Come on, get those panties off."
He pulled her bikinis off her ass and Kitty tugged them off her feet. She no longer heard Miss Carter typing outside the door and wondered where the woman had gone.
"Where's our watch-dog?" she giggled, as Sam knelt between her legs.
"She's probably gone to lunch," he said, draping her legs over his shoulders and holding her ass with both hands.
"Won't somebody come in?" she said as he used his thumbs to pry open her cuntflaps.
"They know better," he said, sinking down and mashing his face against her pussy.
"Oh, Sam!" she breathed as he tasted her cunt-slime and inhaled her feminine fragrance.
He bit down on her hairy cuntflaps and ran his tongue up and down the groove of her cunt. He rubbed his lips up and down her slit and teased her clit with his tongue-tip.
She thrashed her legs in the air and bit her lip to keep from crying out. "Oh, Sam, that's so good!" she gasped.
She brought her hands up to her head and pulled her hair as he sucked her cunt. Thick colorless cunt juice gushed out of her hole and drenched his face.
When he plunged his tongue into her cunthole, she squeezed his head between her thighs. "Oh, yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me with your tongue! Oh, yes! Fuck me!"
He screwed his tongue in and out of her cunt. He flicked her clit with a fingertip and used his free hand on her asshole. She bucked her ass and rammed her cunt against his mouth. He teased her asshole and continued frigging her pussy with his long thick tongue.
She came then, his fingertip stabbing against her shitter and his tongue deep inside her snatch. She imprisoned his head between her thighs and exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm.
She didn't remembered doing it, but when she recovered her senses her dress was off her shoulders and her tits were out of her bra. She was squeezing and caressing her tits when her orgasm tapered off and Sam raised his head to gaze at her.
His eyes glittered. His cheeks and lips were wet with her cunt-slime. He moved his lips to hers and kissed her. Kitty tasted her own cunt-juice and was thrilled at the lewdness of the act.
Finally Sam rolled off her body and groaned. "I'm getting too old for this," he said. "Shit, the floor's hard. Next time we go to a motel. Enough of this. It's for kids."
"Oh, God, Sam," Kitty said, scrambling into her clothes. "I don't know if that's such a good idea."
"You still feel guilty, don't you?" he said.
"Sort of," she said, her eyes on the floor.
He cupped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. "Well, cut it out," he said. "Not only are we going to a motel like adults, but I'm going to come in the back-way. "I've been dying to fuck your butt for years!"
"Oh, Sam! Will you?"
"Cross my heart," he chuckled, rising to his feet. "Cross my heart."
* * *
A week later Kitty met him at a motel on the outskirts of town. She parked the car and locked it, and then dashed for the door. The last thing she wanted was for someone to see her.
He must have seen her coming, because when she knocked, he immediately opened the door and let her in. He took her into his arms as they walked to the bed.
"Man, oh, man, a bed!" he snickered, scrambling out of his clothes and stretching out on his back.
It took Kitty longer to undress. She deliberately took her time. She slipped her panties off and teased him by walking around the room wearing only her bra and four-inch heels.
Her asscheeks jiggled as she carefully folded her bikinis and lay them down on the dresser. She sashayed back to the bed and sat on the edge. She lifted her arms over her head, causing her tits to bulge out of the tiny cups of her lace bra.
"Sexy bitch!" Sam chuckled. "Get over here before I come and get you!"
She giggled as she unhooked her bra and kicked off her shoes. She moved close to him on the bed and let her tits hang over his face.
He grabbed her fleshy jugs and sucked one rubbery nipple into his mouth.
He bit down on her stiff nub and ran his tongue over her silken skin. Then he hovered over her as she lay on her back. "Want more?" he said, pulling and licking her tits.
She nodded happily as he feasted on her boobs. He sucked one and caressed the other with his strong fingers. He pressed his face into her deep valley and ran his lips over her belly.
His cock grazed her thigh and Kitty couldn't resist closing her fingers over his half-hard dick. She wondered if he was really going to fuck her asshole. God, she hoped so!
The idea so turned her on, she squeezed his fuckstick, caressing his balls while she pumped his boner. She felt it grow and stiffen in her hand. It was a wonderful feeling to be able to make a man hot. She loved feeling his cock grow big and hard under her fingers.
She continued stroking his cock and balls and inner thighs while he sucked and slurped her tits. She felt a drop of jism ooze out of his jizz-slit and she smeared it over his cockhead.
He pressed the palm of one hand over her pussy-thicket and stabbed a finger into her cunt-pulp. He massaged her cuntflaps and pulled her curly pussy-hair. Again and again he probed her cunthole with his index finger while she trembled and frigged his cock.
"Want my finger in there?" he said.
"Yes!"
"Ask for it."
"Stick your finger in there!" she begged.
He drilled his finger inside her slippery pussy-hole and churned it around. "Should I stop?" he said.
"No!" she sobbed. "Keep doing it!
"Keep doing what?"
"Keep fingering me!"
"I guess you don't like when I do this," he said as he moved his finger to her rock-hard clit.
"Oh, Sam!"
She wiggled her ass and gyrated her hips as he flicked her clit.
"Oh, Sam, what?" he said. "Don't stop!"
"That's better," he said, moving his hand away from her cunt and straddling her.
His hair fell over one eye as he positioned his big cock-knob over her slit. Then with one smooth movement of his hips, he plunged his prick into her hot steaming gash.
"Fuck me!" she shrieked.
He rammed forward, stabbing his prick against her female organs. His balls swung against her ass as she bucked up to meet his thrusts. She squirmed around on the bed, fucking back at his corkscrewing dick.
She wrapped her legs around his back and moved with him as he stroked in and out of her clutching pussy. Her pussy pulled on his fuckpole. His thick shaft filled her cunt and rubbed her clit until she came.
"Oh, Sam, I'm coming!" she sobbed. "Oh, God, it's so good!"
She grabbed his ass as her pussy erupted. She blacked out for a moment as she clung to him. Her cunt spasmed and convulsed, gripping his dick, but he controlled his own orgasm.
When she recovered her senses, he was caressing her pussy. He finger fucked her cunthole and moved the fingers of one hand up and down her asscrack.
After a while she realized he was lubricating her bung with her own cuntjuice. She gasped when he pushed his forefinger into her asshole and plunged it in and out until the puckered grommet loosened up.
Soon he was satisfied that her brownie was juiced-up and open. Then he climbed off the bed and stood at the edge. He pumped his prick and told her to get on her hands and knees.
Kitty's heart pounded as she scrambled around and did his biding. She knew what was coming and the excitement overwhelmed her. She arranged herself on her hands and knees, craning her neck to watch him as he beat his meat.
She wiggled her ass as he positioned his cockhead at the entrance to her asshole. He pressed his cock-knob inside and Kitty fell over onto the bed from the force of his thrust.
His knob pushed past the tight ring of muscle and lodged inside. Then his shaft slid easily into her butt-hole. She moved a hand to her cunt and rubbed her clit as he stroked in and out of her bung.
She felt her asshole clamp down on his fuckpole and heard Sam grunt. He stroked faster and deeper and she rammed her ass back to meet his thrusts. His balls slapped her puffy cuntlips and she frantically flicked her joy-button.
"Is it good?" Sam panted.
"I love it!" she cried.
"I'm gonna come now!"
"Oh, Sam, yes!"
She pressed her cheek into the mattress as he growled and dumped his load into her shitter. And she came too. Her cunt spasmed in an incredible climax as he filled her butt with his thick spunk.
CHAPTER SIX
"I'm glad you were able to make it," Pattie said as Kitty followed the blonde into the living room. "It's not much, but I call it home."
Pattie sat down on the sofa and accepted a glass of white wine. The sexy waitress had been after her to come to her apartment for dinner and today she'd decided to accept the invitation. She was seeing less and less of her women friends since she'd been working and she missed the companionship.
Since she'd begun having affairs, she had a new understanding for women. In the old days she'd have thought Pattie was a little cheap, but not any more. Now she liked and admired the blonde waitress enormously. She knew Pattie was divorced and had a six year old son in boarding school. And she knew the blonde got no financial help from her ex-husband and was solely responsible for the boy.
Now Pattie sat down on the sofa next to Kitty and brought her feet up under her lush ass. "We have a lot in common, you know?" she smiled.
Kitty gazed at the blonde's curvy butt and lush thighs. Pattie was wearing a short skirt and it had hiked up to her ass. "What do you mean?" the horny brunette said.
Pattie sipped her wine and fluffed her thick blonde hair. "Take your shoes off and relax," she said, moving closer to Kitty. "Go on, get comfy."
Kitty slipped her shoes off and brought her own feet up on the sofa. "What did you mean when you said we had a lot in common?" she persisted.
"Ray, for one thing," the blonde murmured.
"You mean... " Kitty said.
"Sure," Pattie giggled. "We've been having an affair for years."
"I didn't know that," Kitty said. "Not that it matters. He's married, isn't he?"
"Sure," Patty said. "And his wife's a good friend of mine."
Kitty choked on her wine. "Why, that's funny. I'm having an affair with the husband of a good friend too."
After that the two women chattered like old friends. Kitty didn't remember the first time she felt Pattie's hand on her thigh. She'd had three glasses of wine and was feeling relaxed and mellow.
"You've got a gorgeous figure," Pattie said, rubbing her hand over Kitty's naked flesh. "To tell you the truth, I'm a little jealous of you."
"But you have no reason to be," Kitty said. "Your figure is great."
"Well, I've always been proud of my tits," the blonde said.
Kitty gazed at the girl's tits. They were spilling over her bra and low-necked sweater. And they were lovely. "You don't have to take a back seat to anyone," Kitty said.
She trembled as Pattie's hand moved up her leg. She gulped her wine and said nothing when Pattie's hand moved over her crotch.
"You're excited," Pattie said. "Your crotch is wet."
"Oh?" Kitty said.
"I have a feeling we've got more in common than I thought," she smiled, continuing to rub her hand over the brunette's nylon-covered crotch.
"I don't know what you mean," Kitty murmured.
Pattie leaned over and ran the tip of her tongue over Kitty's lower lip. "We're both pushing thirty, for one thing," she said. She moved her fingers under the crotch of Kitty's panties. "And I think we've both got hot cunts."
Kitty moaned when Pattie's fingers explored her cuntlips. "I've never done anything like this before," she said.
"Do you want me to stop?" Pattie said, pressing down on Kitty's cunt-pulp.
"No!" Kitty breathed.
She knew it was wrong. Perverted, really. But she felt helpless to stop. Pattie's hand on her hot cunt felt so good! And no one need ever know!
She whimpered when the blonde began rubbing her stiff little clit.
"I'm going to give you an orgasm," Pattie whispered, drilling a finger into Kitty's cunthole. "I'm going to make you see stars."
Kitty sank back against the sofa and closed her eyes. She opened her thighs and totally surrendered to her lust. Pattie crouched over her. Her experienced fingers probed and rubbed and caressed until Kitty thought she'd faint from the sensations.
The waitress slipped two fingers into Kitty's cunthole and pistoned them in and out while she used her thumb on Kitty's clit. She used her fingers like a small cock. Kitty humped her ass and shivered as her cunt-cream drenched the blonde's fingers.
"You're almost there," Pattie chanted. "Let yourself go, honey. Let it all hang out."
"Yes! Yes! I'm almost there! Don't stop!"
Kitty rammed her cunt back at Pattie's hand. Pattie crooned as she frigged Kitty's cunthole and flicked her clit. Kitty came then, her breathing ragged as the exquisite sensations raged through her.
Pattie brought her down slowly. She continued frigging her pussy even after Kitty's orgasm tapered off. She patted her cheek and kissed her lips as the brunette opened her eyes.
"You came hard, didn't you?" Pattie smiled.
"Yes, I did," Kitty said shyly.
"How come you've never tried this before?" Pattie said as she pulled Kitty's panties off her legs.
"Oh, God, I've led such a traditional life," Kitty giggled. "I only started having affairs a few months ago."
"You mean with men," Pattie said. "You've got a beautiful cunt," she said. "Really gorgeous."
Kitty was pleased by the blonde's words. "Have you done this a lot?" she said.
Pattie giggled. "If you're worried that I'm a bull-dyke, don't be. I like men. In fact I love men. But every once in a while I enjoy making it with a woman. You know, just for kicks."
Pattie's cheeks were flushed as she stared at Kitty's gash. It felt so strange to have another woman gazing at her cunt.
"In other words," Kitty said, "You still prefer men?"
"Oh, lord, yes," Pattie said. "But my motto is to go with the flow. Whatever feels good, do it."
She continued fingering Kitty's twat. She held Kitty's cuntflaps apart and stared at her purplish cunt-folds. She sniffed Kitty's aroma and dabbed a finger around the brunette's pussy-pulp.
When she brought the finger up to her mouth and licked up Kitty's cuntjuice, Kitty gasped. "You're too much," the brunette said. "I don't know if I could ever do that."
"You mean taste cuntjuice?" Pattie said.
"Well, yes," Kitty said.
"Well," Pattie said, slipping down to the floor in front of Kitty's crotch. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to do a lot more than just lick my finger."
She leaned over Kitty's lap and caressed her thighs. "What do you mean?" Kitty said.
"I mean I'm going to suck your cunt," the blonde smiled.
"Oh, God!" Kitty said.
"You didn't think I was going to stop with fingering, did you?"
"I don't know," Kitty said.
"Well, I'm not," Pattie said. "You can do what you want, but I know a feast when I see one. Get down here and let me have a good look at your pussy."
Kitty slipped down to the floor and faced the blonde. "No, get on your hands and knees, hon," Pattie said. "Pretend you're getting your asshole reamed. That way I can get a real good look at your cunt."
Kitty rolled onto her hands and knees with her ass in the air. She thought about what Pattie had said about sucking her cunt and knew the blonde expected the favor returned.
Now Pattie moved up behind her and ran her hands over Kitty's asscheeks. She pressed herself against Kitty's thighs and leaned over her back.
Kitty's tits hung down and brushed over the rug. She giggled when she realized that she was once again balling on the floor. She wondered what Sam would say if he could see her now!
"What's so funny?" Pattie said as she got to her feet and began stripping.
"I just thought of the last time I balled on the floor," Kitty said, gazing at the blonde's lush naked body.
"Why don't you get the rest of your clothes off?" Patty said, sitting down on the rug.
Kitty rose to her feet and slipped her dress off. Then she unhooked her bra and let her heavy jugs bounce free. Pattie stared at her bouncing tits.
"Man, oh, man, what a mouthful!" she breathed.
"Yours are big too," Kitty said.
She sank down to the floor again and positioned herself on her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass and gazed back at Pattie. The blonde had moved behind her again and was caressing Kitty's assflesh.
She squeezed Kitty's butt and murmured little endearments in her ear. Then she moved around to Kitty's side on the rug and moved a hand to her own cunt.
"Let's masturbate together," the blonde said, prying open her blonde-fuzzed cunt flaps. "It's a turn-on."
Kitty hesitated only a moment before moving a hand to her cunt. She rubbed her fingers up and down her moist slit. She gazed at Pattie as the blonde snaked a finger into her twat. She felt her pussy spasm. Pattie was right. It was a turn-on to watch another woman jerk-off.
Pattie's face was crimson and Kitty realized the blonde was coming. Her breathing was rapid and she stretched out on her back as she brought herself off.
She lay there for a moment until she recovered her breath. Then she sat up and winked at Kitty. "Now, back to what I started before."
She scrambled around behind Kitty's ass and ran her hands over Kitty's butt-cheeks.
Kitty rested her head on her arms and moaned softly when the blonde pressed a hand against her pussy.
Kitty moved her thighs further apart and encouraged Pattie to probe around her cunt-folds. When the blonde found her clit, she pinched it between her thumb and forefinger and massaged the turgid bean.
Kitty shrieked as Pattie stuffed her thumb in her cunthole while she frigged her clit. She swayed her hips and moved her own hands to her tits.
She squeezed her boobs and pinched and pulled her nipples. She felt an orgasm begin to build in her snatch when suddenly Pattie pulled her hand away from her succulent gulch.
She turned her head to gaze at the blonde and shivered when she realized the waitress was tonguing her asscrack. She trembled at the intimate touch, but held her asscheeks open to give her access to her bung.
She shrieked when the blonde forced her tongue inside her cunthole. Pattie held her assflesh and tongued her cunthole until Kitty's pussy erupted.
Pattie continued tonguing her cunt. She drank down Kitty's cuntcream and flicked her clit with her tongue-tip. Kitty rolled onto her back and grabbed the blonde's hair as Pattie sucked gluttonously on her snatch.
When Kitty could take no more, she begged Pattie to let her rest. The blonde sat back and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "Did you like it?" she said.
"God, yes!" Kitty breathed.
Pattie pulled at Kitty's hand. "Come on, get up. Let's get into bed."
Kitty rose up and followed her out of the room. They went into a small, femininely furnished bedroom and climbed onto the bed. "This is better, isn't it?" Pattie said, climbing on top of Kitty's body.
Kitty felt the girl's tits against her tits and her cunt against her cunt. And for the first time she felt an unmistakable urge to suck the blonde's pussy.
Pattie seemed to sense her thoughts, because in a moment Pattie was lying on her back with her legs wide-spread and Kitty was crouching over her crimson slit.
Kitty gazed wide-eyed at the blonde's snatch. Patty had a good-sized clit at the top of her pussy. She had long floppy inner cuntlips and cunt juice gushing continually from her pussy-hole.
She sniffed Pattie's cunt-aroma and decided it didn't smell bad. In fact there was something about the raunchy smell that turned Kitty on.
Without a moment's hesitation she moved a finger to Pattie's cunt and lightly rubbed the blonde's stiffened clit. Pattie responding by playing with her tits and squirming her ass as Kitty masturbated her love-button.
"I love it!" the blonde squealed. "I'm so turned-on I'm ready to pop!"
Kitty crouched down between Pattie's widespread thighs and daintily ran her tongue over her slit. The blonde trembled and Kitty placed her hands on Pattie's inner thighs and buried her lips and tongue against her twat.
Her own pussy convulsed as she licked the blonde's gulch. She explored Pattie's cunt-folds and her clit. The taste of the blonde's pussy was terribly erotic and Kitty felt her excitement growing.
Pattie's ass was rolled up and her asscrack was exposed. The blonde played with her own clit while Kitty used one hand to caress her asshole.
She teased Pattie's pink hair-rimmed brownie and pushed her fingertip inside the ring of muscle. Pattie thrust a finger into her own pussy-hole while Kitty stuffed her finger knuckle-deep into her bung.
Kitty finger-fucked the blonde's shitter and played with her cuntpetals while Pattie rubbed her own clit. She arched her back and humped her ass up and down on the bed. Her cheeks were pink and her long blonde hair flew wildly over the pillow.
"Keep fingering my ass!" Pattie cried. "Don't stop!"
The blonde frigged her own cunt while Kitty frigged her asshole. And then Kitty had an incredible urge to taste her cunt-folds again.
She sank her tongue into Pattie's cunthole and was delighted when it slid deep inside the blonde's depths. She used the tip of her nose on Pattie's clit and squeezed her asscheeks with both hands.
Pattie pulled her knees back to her tits and gave Kitty total access to her ass and cunt. She whimpered as she played with her own pink-nippled tits.
Kitty sucked gluttonously on Pattie's pink snatch. She loved the taste and smell and feel of the other woman's pussy. She amazed herself with the frenzy of her sucking.
Thick cunt-syrup gushed out of Pattie's gash and Kitty found herself drinking it down. She was thrilled at the blonde's strong response to her sucking.
She snaked a finger inside Pattie's asshole and reamed her shitter while she licked her pussy-pocket. She closed her teeth over Pattie's clit and bit down until the blonde shrieked.
After Pattie's cunt exploded in an orgasm, Kitty moved up on her body and began kissing and caressing the blonde's tits. She suctioned one of Pattie's pink nipples into her mouth and sucked and chewed lightly on the swollen nub.
She closed one hand over the blonde's still-spasming cuntfolds and pressed her fingers against her wet hairy tissues. She speared two fingers into Pattie's cunthole and pistoned them in and out.
"Let me suck your cunt!" Pattie cried and Kitty found herself stretched out on her back with the blonde's pussy hovering over her face.
It seemed so strange to be in the classic sixty-nine position with another woman. She never thought when she started her first affair that she'd wind up balling another female!
She held Pattie's ass now and mashed her face against the blonde's pussy. Pattie buried her lips and tongue against Kitty's twat and Kitty moaned as she forced her tongue inside the blonde's juice-filled snatch.
Both women twisted and turned and rolled over on the bed until Kitty lay on top of the blonde's writhing body. She shuddered violently as her orgasm erupted and plunged her tongue deep inside Pattie's seething hole.
A moment later Pattie came and then the two women sought each other's lips. They lay together in each other's arms, kissing deeply and whispering endearments in each other's ears.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Doesn't this beat shopping for shoes?" Joe Johnson said.
Kitty lay stretched out naked on the bed in Joe's apartment. She smiled when she thought about how they'd met. She'd gone shopping on her day off and an hour after they'd met in the shoe store he was fucking her in his apartment.
They lay back lazily. Joe played with her tits and Kitty felt like she'd known him for years.
"Did you notice the other guy in the store?" he said. "The young one?"
"Yeah, the good-looking guy with the mustache."
"I remember him."
"He might be dropping by later."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I didn't think you'd mind," he said, moving a hand between her legs. "You strike me as a woman who can handle more than one guy at a time."
He held her pussy with one hand and stroked her tits with the other. Kitty spread her legs wide and let her thighs splay open. "You could have asked me," she said, but she was glad the other man was joining them. It was an old fantasy of hers to fuck two men at once and now it was coming true.
Joe nuzzled her tits while he stroked her cunt. "Just say the word and I'll call him and tell him not to come."
"Don't you dare," she giggled.
She reached for his prick and began squeezing his shaft. She fondled his balls and felt his cock stir. She smiled when she realized it was growing hard again, it was nice to be able to turn a man on. She was getting her confidence back again and that was nice too.
"I think he likes you," Joe snickered as he pointed to his cock.
Kitty climbed onto her knees and lowered her head. "Do you think he wants me to kiss him?" she purred.
"Yeah, I think so," he said.
She swooped down and ran her tongue over the tight silken skin of his cockhead. "Yummy," she giggled, sucking gently at his jizz-slit.
"Shit, Kitty, you're a dream," he said.
He squeezed his cock-root while she sucked his knob. She rested her cheek on his thigh while she lapped her tongue over his piss-hole.
"Jerk off for me," she said.
"Huh?"
"Jerk off for me."
"Go fuck yourself!"
"I mean it!" she said. "I've never seen a man jerk off. I never even had any brothers. Please! Do it for me!"
"Shit, you're a trip!"
"Listen," she said, "I'll play with myself while you do it."
Kitty lay on her side and played with her pussy as he closed his fist around his cockshaft. He slowly pumped his meat, an embarrassed grin on his face.
"Are you married, Joe?" she said. "Shit, no."
"Why not?"
"Why should I get married when I can get all the nooky I want?"
He grabbed her hand and moved it over his balls. She rolled around on the bed and took his cock out of his hand. "I'll do that now," she said, sucking his prick into her mouth.
She swirled her tongue over his cockhead and wet it down with her saliva. "Do you do this with all the customers in the store?" she said.
"Only the pretty ones," he said.
"I'll bet you say that to all the girls," she said, nibbling his nuts and fondling his ass.
"Suck it some more," he said, and the horny wife clamped her lips over half of his cockshaft.
He grabbed her head as she slid the moist ring of her lips halfway down his fuckpole. He held her tight and then plunged forward until his cockhead hit the back of her throat.
His cock-bush tickled her lips. She pulled back and released half his dick. She sucked his cockhead into her cheeks and then released it and began licking his balls.
His prick was totally hard again and she wanted him to fuck her. He seemed to read her mind because he sat up and reached for her. "Steve's gonna be here soon," he said. "Let's have a quickie before he gets here."
Kitty sat on his thighs and pushed his prick into her cunthole. She moved up and down on his fuckstick and then the doorbell rang.
"Shit," Joe said, pushing her off. "That's him."
He jumped out of bed and rang his friend in. He returned to the room and teased Kitty when she pulled the blanket up to her chin.
Her heart pounded when she heard the front door close and when Steve walked into the room. She remembered him well from the store. He was a fresh-looking guy with a bulging crotch.
Joe made the introductions. Kitty hadn't told him her last name and had no intention of doing so. She knew that picking up strange men was dangerous enough without mentioning her full name.
Joe climbed back into bed and Steve nonchalantly began stripping. When he was naked, he climbed onto the bed and invited Kitty to suck his cock. "Here," he drawled. "Wrap your lips around this thing."
"Go ahead," Joe said. "Give his rod a work-out."
Steve grinned as Kitty climbed over him and sucked his cock into her mouth. He lay back and groaned as the horny housewife pressed her nose against his balls and sucked gluttonously on his fuckpole.
Joe sat nearby pumping his cock and Kitty pulled her mouth off Steve's dick and sucked Joe's into her lips. She went from one to the other. She rested on her knees between them and held a fuckpole in each hand.
Steve's cock wasn't as long as Joe's, but it was thicker. She went from one pulsating prick to the other. Her tits bounced around as she moved back and forth between them.
She glanced across the room and saw her image in a mirror. She hardly recognized herself. Why, I've turned into a slut! she thought.
She decided to tease them by releasing their cocks and playing with her tits. She sat back on her haunches and ran her hands over her huge upthrust boobs.
Her crimson fingernails scraped her nipples and both men stared at her while they pumped their cocks. "Let's go get it," Steve said and both of them pushed her over onto her back and grabbed her.
One of them sucked her tits and the other buried his face against her pussy. He opened her cuntflaps and flicked his tongue over her clit. She didn't know who was doing what and she didn't care. The excitement of having two men stroking and licking her was driving her crazy.
The one sucking her tits worked tirelessly on her massive globes. He squeezed her big melons and sucked on her nipples. She writhed around the bed as the other one swirled his tongue back and forth over her swollen clit.
"Someone fuck me!" she cried, scrambling onto her hands and knees. She wagged her ass and craned her neck as Steve moved behind her.
"You fuck her," Joe said. "I'll just stick my cock into her mouth."
He forced his prick into her throat while she swayed her hips back in Steve's face. She sucked hungrily on his meat while Steve buried his cock deep inside her hot grasping cunt.
He plunged his dick in and out of her pussy-hole. He fucked her with deep thrusts. He was about the same age as Joe. Kitty knew she was older than both of them, but she didn't care. When it came to fucking, age didn't matter.
Suddenly Joe's cock exploded and sent a load of thick hot jism into her mouth and throat. She choked as he flooded her mouth, but after a moment she regained control and swallowed hungrily.
She continued ramming her cunt back at Steve's prick. He held her assflesh while he stabbed his dick in and out of her gash. The last thing she remembered was his prick splitting her in two while he came. After that everything was a blur.
* * *
When she opened her eyes the men were gone and it was dark outside. She scrambled out of bed and looked around for her clothes. Had she left them in the living room?
She glanced at her watch. It was late and if she didn't hurry Bill would be home before she got there. She went into the living room, but her clothes weren't there either.
She began to get worried then and wondered who actually lived here. She had assumed it was Joe's apartment, but now she didn't know. And where were her clothes?
She returned to the bedroom and looked in the closet. There was nothing there except an old pair of men's jeans. She realized then that they had taken her clothes and left her a prisoner here.
She went to the telephone and started dialing Pattie's number. Then she remembered the blonde was out of town and put the receiver down. She was about to phone Gilda when she heard the front door open.
She slammed the phone down and pulled the blanket over her nakedness. And for the first time in her life she felt real fear.
The front door closed softly and she heard footsteps on the carpet. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Joe in the doorway.
"You okay?" he said as he walked into the room.
"Yes, but I've got to get home," she said. "What did you do with my clothes?"
"Not so fast," he said. "What's your hurry?"
"What's going on here?" she snapped. "I told you I've got to get home. Now where are my clothes?"
The warm smile left his face then and his eyes narrowed. "You'll leave when I tell you you can leave," he said.
He stripped then and climbed back onto the bed. "I just want a little more fucking, honey," he said. He stretched out on his back. His cock stood up and pointed at the ceiling. He smiled at her so sweetly, Kitty couldn't resist him.
"Well, okay," she said, kneeling between his thighs. "Just a quickie."
She lowered her head and licked up the cockjuice glistening on his pisser. She stroked her tongue from the tip of his knob to the base of his dick.
He groaned as she licked his fuck-tube and Kitty felt her pussy heat up as she massaged and sucked his prick. She darted her tongue over his cockhead and over his balls. She felt his nuts tighten as her slick tongue caressed them.
She sucked his balls into her mouth and let them bathe in her saliva. And then he sat up and pushed her down on her back and plunged his prick into her throat.
"Get it in there!" he growled, ramming his cock into her throat.
Kitty felt another moment of panic when he began brutally fucking her face. She twisted her head to try and evade his cock, but it was no use. He held her in a vise-like grip.
He slowed his strokes when she stopped struggling. Her pussy moistened as he thrust his dick back and forth between her smooth pink lips.
She grasped his fuckpole and moved her free hand to her cunt. Her pussy was drenched with her fuck-oil. She parted her hairy cunt-flaps and slid a finger into her cunthole.
She rubbed her cunt and sucked harder on his dick. She realized then that her excitement was mounting because of the rough mouth-fucking he was giving her.
She moved her fingers up to her swollen clit and gasped for breath as she rubbed her excited love-button. Exquisite waves of pleasure coursed through her as he continued plowing his prick in and out of her lips.
She felt an orgasm begin to build in her cunt and expected him to shoot off any moment. His body stiffened as her lips slid back and forth over his throbbing dick.
And then he made a strange noise deep in his throat and shot a load of jism into her mouth. When the pungent cream hit her tongue, Kitty came. She shivered and shuddered, continuing to work her mouth over his spurting cock.
"Keep sucking! Keep sucking!" he growled. "Don't stop! I'll stay hard if you keep sucking!"
She continued sucking and licking his prick until he pushed her away. And his cock stayed hard. She sat up then and looked around. "I really have to go now. Where are my clothes?"
"You'll go when we're ready," he said.
"Are you going to keep me here all night?"
"Naw, relax," he said. "Steve'll be back soon and then we'll let you go."
She thought about the events of the past day and wondered what Bill would think when she came wandering in at midnight. He'd been so distant lately he might not even notice. But still, it was after eight.
She rose up and went to the bathroom. She examined her face in the mirror and tried to fix her hair. She returned to the bedroom and asked Joe if she could have her purse.
"You'll get your purse when you leave."
Now she became angry, but realized she better not show it. It occurred to her that Joe and maybe even Steve could be a psychopathic killer. She had no way of knowing. She'd only met Joe this morning in a shoe store.
She climbed back onto the bed and decided this was the last time she'd pick up a stranger. She gazed at Joe now. He was leaning against the pillows, his arms cradling his head and his prick standing stiff and tall in a jungle of cock-hair. And despite her fear and anger she found herself turning-on.
She was about to tease him with her tits when Steve walked in. She automatically moved a hand to her crotch and parted her swollen cunt-folds. Her already-swollen clit grew larger under her touch and she smiled at Steve as she wantonly played with herself.
He stripped his clothes off and climbed onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his prick against her ass while he fondled her boobs.
Now Joe moved nearer and stroked her thighs and tits and belly. In a moment he moved his mouth between her legs and buried it against her snatch.
She gasped when he pressed his lips against her horny cunt. He snaked his tongue inside her cunthole while behind her Steve licked her ass.
He ran his tongue up and down her asscrack and pinched her soft flesh. He probed her shitter while Joe probed her pussy-hole.
Kitty's orgasm took her by surprise. She had never been made love to like this before and when her asshole contracted around Steve's tongue, she came. The orgasm surged through her body and for the second time that night she blacked out.
When she came to, she was lying on her side. Steve's cock was pressing against her lips and she eagerly opened her mouth and sucked it inside.
She licked it in a frenzy, swirling her tongue over his cockhead while she squeezed his dick-root with her fingers. "Change partners," Steve chuckled suddenly and the two men changed places.
Now Steve moved behind her ass again and Joe moved in front of her. Steve fingered her cunt and mashed his prick around her cunt-pulp. She flinched when he rubbed his lubricated cockhead against her shitter.
"Be careful!" she cried. "Don't hurt me!"
"Fuck you!" he growled.
But he carefully eased his prick into her loosened bung and she trembled when his cock-knob stretched her shit-chute. Now she felt Joe's fuck-pole sliding inside her hot pussy and for the first time ever she was filled fore and aft with stiff male-meat.
Kitty shrieked with lust as they hammered their dicks into her depths. They moved in tandem. Their cocks slammed inside and then pulled out, tearing her insides apart.
The double-fucking soon had her breathless. Again and again Steve's prick sawed in and out of her shitter while Joe's pushed through the tangled hairs of her pussy.
She thrashed around as her orgasm gripped her, but remained imprisoned between their vigorously stroking pricks. "I can't take any more!" she begged finally. "You're hurting me!"
They paid no attention to her pleas, but continued pounding her with ruthless thrusts of their cocks. The endless friction against her sensitive tissues soon excited her and she writhed around to get every inch of their organs inside her.
"Deeper!" she cried. "Fuck me deeper!"
She came when Steve dumped his load in her asshole. A moment later Joe blasted off and filled her cunt with his steaming spunk.
After that they made her lick their pricks and finally gave her her clothes. She giggled when she realized they had hidden them in the refrigerator.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kitty sat down in the booth next to Pattie and reached for the wine bottle. The lunch crowd was filtering out and she used this time to take a break. Besides, she was worried about how her life was going and wanted to ask Pattie's advice.
"What's up, honey?" the blonde said.
"How do you know something's wrong?"
"Your face is an open book," she said. "Come on, tell Mother Pattie all about it."
Kitty began talking and didn't stop for ten minutes. She told Pattie how she'd picked up Joe in the shoe store and then been held captive by him and Steve. She told her about blacking out after climaxing and even told her about Bill's response when she arrived home.
Actually he hadn't responded at all. He was sleeping when Kitty arrived home at midnight and the next morning he left before she woke up. Later when she'd tried to talk to him about it, he brushed her off.
"I know you can take care of yourself," he said. "I don't worry about you, Kit."
"What exactly is the problem?" Pattie said now. "It sounds to me like you've been having a ball."
"I'm a little worried about the black-outs."
"When's the last time you had a check-up?"
"Years ago."
"Could you be pregnant?"
"Oh, no!" Kitty looked aghast. "I'm on the pill."
"Well, the only other thing I can think of is low blood pressure. But don't fool around with it. Go have a check-up. And I mean now!"
Kitty made an appointment with her doctor that very afternoon. She left work and walked no in the few blocks to the medical building and arrived in Dr. Powell's office out of breath.
"I have a four o'clock appointment with Dr. Powell," she said to his nurse. "My name is Mrs. Foster. I called earlier today."
"Oh, yes, he's waiting for you," the middle-aged nurse said. "Come right this way. You were lucky to get an appointment on such short notice."
Kitty followed her into an examining room. As usual a paper gown was resting on the examining table and the nurse told her to strip and put it on. "Everything off!" she trilled.
When the woman left the room, Kitty shivered. Why did examining rooms always have to be so cold? God, I hate doctors! she thought.
She slipped her clothes off and hurried to tie the gown around her. Dr. Powell sometimes walked in while she was half-naked and leered at her tits. The old goat!
She had just tied the gown around her when Otis Powell walked into the room. "It's been too long between visits, my dear," he said helping her up on the table. "Much too long."
She lay back on the table and tried to hold the gown around her tits.
"Don't worry about that," he chuckled.
"Your body is my business. Now, tell me how you've been feeling."
He sat on a stool at her side and Kitty told him about the black-outs. She blushed and hesitated when she admitted that both times it had happened while she was fucking.
"Were you with your husband or a lover?" he said, rising up and moving around to face her.
"Does it matter?" she said.
He moved her feet into the stirrups and gazed at her wide-open cunt. "It certainly does," he said. His eyes glittered as he stared at her hairy snatch.
"I was with men other than my husband," she whispered, turning her head toward the wall.
"Aw, yes, the guilt-syndrome."
He spread her thighs further apart and moved the stool around. He sat down at her feet and moved her ass closer to his face. He lowered his head and examined her gaping cunt while she held the gown around her tits.
"What do you mean, the guilt-syndrome?" she whispered.
He poked a finger around her moist gulch and clucked his tongue. "Nice and wet," he mused. Then he met her eyes and smiled. "It's a frequent occurrence," he said. "Especially when a woman is terribly excited and is with someone other than her husband. As her excitement mounts, she loses consciousness and blacks out for a few moments. It's nothing to worry about."
He continued running his fingers up and down her slit.
"What about your orgasms?" he said.
"What about them?"
"Are they intense?"
He pushed his finger into her cunt as he repeated his words. "Are your orgasms intense?"
"Yes!" she moaned.
"I see you're a passionate woman," he said, moving his finger in and out of her snatch. "That's a healthy sign."
He rubbed her clit with a gentle touch and the horny housewife let her thighs fall completely open as she strained forward to meet his strokes.
"Yes, yes, my dear," he said, sliding a second finger into her pussyhole and flicking her clit with his thumb. "Give in to the urge! Give in to it! Women get sick when they resist their passion. Give in to it and stay healthy!"
She whimpered softly when he removed his hands from her cunt. He held her thighs and moved his face down to her gash, sniffing around her tissues.
"Smells healthy," he said, pressing his nose against her cunt-folds. "Mmmmm, lovely aroma! Lovely!"
Kitty shivered and turned her face to the wall as he rubbed his nose up and down her open slit. She knew what he was doing was unorthodox, but felt powerless to stop him.
Then once again he pushed two fingers into her twat and churned them around. Her cunthole clamped shut around his digits and she strained to get more friction on her joy-button.
"Is there something you want?" he hissed, leaning over the table. "Tell me what you want, Mrs. Foster. You must learn to ask for what you want."
He ran his thick wet tongue up her succulent snatch. His tongue-tip flicked her clit. Again and again his tongue parted her hot cuntlips and teased her mercilessly.
She squirmed her ass on the narrow table and let the robe fall open. Her tits tumbled out and his eyes sparkled as he stroked her thighs and licked her pussy-pocket.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip when he slithered his tongue into her cunthole. "You're so wonderfully responsive," he said. His chin rested on her gash and his cheeks glistened with her cunt-cream.
"Don't stop!" she whispered. She held her tits in both hands and squeezed her velvet-skinned flesh. "Oh, please, Dr. Powell! Don't stop!"
"That's what I like to hear," he chuckled, sliding his tongue inside her twat.
He held her asscheeks and slid his strong fingers into her asscrease. He sucked gluttonously on her cunt and told her how delicious she tasted.
"Now you let me know if you experience a black-out," he said, clamping his teeth over her clit and tongue-whipping the little bud.
"Yes! I'll tell you!" she sighed.
He slid two fingers into her gash as he lashed her clit with his tongue. She realized that having her feet in the stirrups made everything all the more exciting. She could pretend she was being forced to submit.
She wondered if she was turning into some kind of sex-freak. She'd been terribly turned-on when Joe and Steve had held her captive and now she was excited about being held down on the examining table.
"You like being treated roughly, don't you?" he said, pulling his mouth away from her gash and staring at her tits. "You like strong men, don't you?"
"I guess I do," she whimpered.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," he said. "Most women do." He chuckled then. "But lots of them won't admit it even to themselves. They like to be dominated. It makes them feel like real women."
He moved his face back down to her wet swamp and lapped his tongue up and down her purplish cunt-folds. He had a wild look in his eyes and his face was flushed. Kitty had a horrible fantasy that he might have a heart attack while he was sucking her cunt.
Now he drilled two fingers into her cunt while he caressed her clit. Kitty bucked her ass off the table and moaned. "Make me come!" she begged. "Please, make me come!"
"Only you can make yourself come," he growled. "Only you can allow yourself the pleasure. I can only serve as the catalyst."
"But I'm almost there!" she gasped, squirming her ass and trying to force his fingers deeper into her pussy.
"I know," he said sternly, removing his hands from her cunt and sitting back on the stool.
She moved her own hands to her cunt and tried to finish herself off, but he wouldn't let her. "You must learn discipline," he said, holding her wrists in a tight grip. "You can't always have what you want when you want it."
She opened her eyes wide and stared at him. Was this the formal Dr. Powell she'd known for years? He sounded so strange. She wondered suddenly if he was on drugs or something. His moods changed so rapidly she felt confused and frustrated.
Then his face changed and he smiled as he moved his hand back against her snatch. "And now, my dear, give yourself permission to come!"
He thrust his fingers all the way inside her cunt and a powerful climax raged through her. She shivered and dug her fingers into her tits as the lovely sensations coursed through her cunt. Her pussy sucked at his fingers, but he pulled them out and buried his lips against her spasming gulch.
"Yes! Come!" he said. "Come until you faint! Come, you whore! Come!"
Kitty tangled her fingers in his hair as he mashed his face against her hot swamp. He bit and sucked her clit and squeezed her ass. He stabbed a finger-tip against her asshole and ran his tongue up her ass-crease.
She massaged her bouncing tits and pulled on her rubbery nipples. And she came again, this time blacking out as the explosion gripped her.
When she woke up, the doctor had removed his pants and was climbing up on the table. He straddled her tits, his half-hard cock grazing her lips.
He swayed back and forth, wetting her lips with the drop of juice leaking out of his pisser. She opened her jaw and tried to suck his cock-head inside her lips, but he teased her by pulling away.
"All women are basically whores, you know," he said, lunging forward and sliding his prick into her mouth.
She eagerly swirled her tongue over his knob, holding his hips as she sucked half his shaft into her hot mouth.
"Do you hear what I'm saying?" he growled, pulling his prick out of her mouth. "I said all women are whores! What do you say to that?"
"I don't care!" she panted. "Let me suck your cock!"
He chuckled then and slid his stiffening prick back into her mouth. "The proof of my words," he said. "The proof of my words! Shameless whore!"
The turned-on housewife paid no attention to his words. She didn't care anymore what he thought of her. All she cared about was the cock in her mouth. The wonderful, hard piece of male-muscle filling her hungry mouth.
She covered her teeth with her lips and gripped his cockshaft. He groaned as she slid the moist ring up and down his stalk. Kitty loved the feel of his balls on her chin and neck. She caressed his swollen nuts and wondered if he would shoot off soon.
Now he began fucking her mouth, using her lips like a cunt. He balanced himself on his hands and humped up and down over her face. His prick was completely stiff now and it was bigger than she'd originally thought.
"Suck that cock, whore!" he grunted, filling her mouth with his pulsating fuckpole. "Suck it! That's all you're good for anyway. Sucking and fucking!"
He stroked his cock deep into her throat and she swallowed when it lodged against her tonsils. He pulled it out slowly and she let her tongue linger over the sensitive underside of his prick-shaft.
He pulled his shaft out and she stabbed her tongue over his piss-slit. She squeezed his balls and gasped for breath as he covered her nose with his hand.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you," he chuckled.
He plunged his fuckpole deep into her throat as she struggled to breath through her nose. She nibbled his shaft on the out-stroke and pushed her head back so she could take his entire fuckpole into her throat.
Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth and made her sit up on the table. "I've wanted to suck your tits for years, Kitty," he said, stroking her boobs. "You don't mind if I call you Kitty, do you?"
"No, I don't mind," she giggled.
"I feel we're really getting to know each other," he said as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down hard on the lust-swollen nub.
"Hey, that hurts!" she said.
He released her tit and caressed both globes with his strong fingers. "I got carried away for a minute there," he said. "Your tits are so lovely."
Now he stood at the foot of the table and faced her, playing with his cock. "In my judgment, there's nothing wrong with you," he said. "But, of course, I haven't tried your cunt yet. I mean we haven't fucked yet."
He told her to get down onto the floor and lean against the table. "Take your gown off," he hissed, as she leaned over and rested her head on her arms.
She shrugged the gown off her shoulders and took her position again.
He moved behind her and grabbed her around the waist, pushing his prick against her ass. She turned her head and gazed at him as he pushed his cock between her thighs.
"I'm tempted to stick it in your asshole," he said, pressing his fuckpole inside her cunt.
"Oh, God!" she gasped when his cockhead popped inside her gash.
"Next time!" he grunted.
He lunged forward and drove his entire prick inside her hot hairy hole. She pressed her cheek into the leather of the table and gyrated her hips as he drove his prong all the way inside her depths.
"Now, this is what I call a hot cunt!"
He held her ass and squeezed her flesh as he plunged his cock in and out of her cunt. Her cunt clutched his prong and snapped shut on his shaft.
"How about a finger in your sweet little asshole?" he said, stabbing his index finger into her bung.
"Jesus, Dr. Powell! Oh, God!" she gasped.
"Keep moving! Keep moving! Fuck that cock, whore! Fuck that cock!"
She rammed her cunt back at his thrusting prick. He finger-fucked her shitter while he thrust his prick in and out of her gash. She climaxed hard and when she stopped shaking he pushed her onto the table and climbed over her face.
"Now, suck it, bitch!" he hissed, plunging his fuck-stick into her throat.
She grabbed his ass and accepted his prong in her mouth. After a few strokes, he pulled out and once again mounted her. Now he hovered over her crotch and plunged his prick back inside her pussy.
He bucked his hips in a frenzy. He pistoned his cock in and out of her gash and she cried out when he came, blasting salvo after salvo of jism into her cunt.
The horny housewife came again when his spunk filled her twat. And when he pulled out of her pussy and savagely thrust his still-spurting prick into her mouth, she opened her jaws wide and came again.
When her orgasm tapered off, she opened her eyes. Dr. Powell was gone, but there was a bill next to her on the examining table. She picked it up and smiled to herself.
I've never paid for it before, she thought as she dressed. Wait until I tell Pattie!
CHAPTER NINE
Kitty was happy when Bill changed jobs and began traveling. It gave her more time for seeing people Bill didn't like. And she didn't have to come home if she didn't want to, even to sleep.
Bill had never liked Sam and Gilda and one day when he was out of town Gilda called and invited her for dinner.
"Nothing fancy," the redhead said. "Just you and Sam and me and a pot roast. Just bring your body over around six and we'll have a nice evening at home."
Kitty left work at four and went home to change. She always dressed up for the restaurant. Ray liked her to wear high heels and low-necked sweaters. But she wanted to be comfortable for an evening with the Gillespies. And she didn't want to look too sexy. This would be the first time she would be in the company of Sam and Gilda since she'd started her affair with Sam. She felt a twinge of guilt as she stepped into wool slacks and pulled a turtle neck sweater over her head.
This was one thing she could do. Make sure her tits were covered. Still, as she gazed at her image in the mirror, there was no way she could camouflage her boobs. They were big and prominent even in a turtle neck sweater.
She left the house at five forty-five and drove the short distance to the Gillespies and wondered how Sam would treat her tonight.
After she parked the car in front of the house, she couldn't resist peeking into the mirror to check out her hair and make-up. She smiled and winked at her image. Not bad for a horny housewife pushing thirty!
She realized she felt competitive with Gilda. She wasn't in love with Sam, but she wanted his admiration. God knows I don't have Bill's, she thought.
When she rang the bell, Sam opened the door and led her into the living room. "Gilda will be down in a minute, toots," he winked. "What're you drinking?"
"Whatever you've got," she said, slumping down on the sofa.
"You're looking sexy as ever," Sam said, walking to the bar and mixing a pitcher of martinis.
"Don't you think we ought to cool it tonight?" she whispered.
"Cool what?" Gilda said as she walked into the room. "Darling, you look a dream as always," she said to Kitty. "Ah, yes, cool and wet and delicious," she smiled, accepting a martini from Sam.
He handed a glass to Kitty and the brunette nervously sipped it. Gilda was wearing a short tight skirt and a skin-tight sweater. She sat down in a lounge chair now and crossed one shapely leg over the other. Her skirt rode up to her thigh and she did nothing to cover herself.
Kitty was suddenly sorry she was dressed so casually. Especially when Sam sat on the arm of Gilda's chair and draped his hand over her tit.
"What do you think of my old lady?" he snickered, squeezing Gilda's round tit. "Not bad, huh?"
"Not bad?" Gilda giggled. "Why I'll break your arm, fella! I still drive the boys crazy when I walk down the street."
The way Sam was feeling Gilda's boob made Kitty squirm and she was happy when the redhead rose up and went to the kitchen to check the roast.
Sam sat down next to her on the sofa and tousled her hair. "You look nervous, baby. What's the matter? You feeling lonely without Bill?"
He put his hand on her thigh and then with a disgusted snort moved it away. "Why the hell you women wear these things is beyond me," he said.
Gilda walked back into the room then and sat on the other side of Kitty. She ran her hand up and down the younger woman's thigh and smiled.
"Well if anyone can wear them and still look sexy it's Kitty," she said.
Kitty turned from one to the other. She felt light-headed from the martini and vaguely aware that both Gillespies were stroking her thighs.
"Why don't you take these damn things off," Sam said, leaning forward and caressing Kitty's back.
"Yes, dear, you are dressed rather warmly," Gilda said, still fondling her thigh.
"Well, I don't know... " Kitty murmured as husband and wife unzipped her slacks and tugged them down to her ass.
"Now, isn't this better?" Gilda said as Sam drew the slacks down to Kitty's calves and finally off her feet.
"You do have such lovely skin," Gilda said, caressing Kitty's naked flesh. "Doesn't she, Sam?" she giggled.
"This is crazy," Kitty protested, but Gilda cut her off.
"Listen, if it'll make you feel better, I'll take my skirt off," she said, rising up and unhooking her skirt.
Kitty sat back on the sofa, self conscious about wearing only a turtle-neck sweater and sheer black bikinis and watched the redhead slip her skirt off. When Gilda stood in front of the sofa with her legs apart and her hands on her hips, Kitty thought she'd never seen a sexier woman.
"You see," Gilda said. "I'm not ashamed of my legs."
Sam chuckled and reached for his drink, but choked and sputtered when Gilda knelt between his legs and reached for his fly.
"What the fuck's going on here?" he said.
"It's only fair," the redhead said. She turned to Kitty with a grin. "It is, isn't it? We're both half-naked."
Kitty's inhibitions were gone now and she agreed with Gilda. "She's right, Sam," Kitty said. "It is only fair."
Now she watched as Gilda unzipped Sam's fly and moved her hand inside. She brought his prick out and turned to gaze at Kitty.
"We both share an affinity for this, don't we?" she said.
Kitty blushed and turned to Sam who shrugged.
"It's all out in the open," Sam said. "And I don't mean just my cock."
They all laughed as Gilda lowered her head and suddenly opened her mouth. "There's nothing better as an appetizer before pot roast than a good tasting prick."
And with that she swirled her tongue up and down Sam's cockshaft.
"Know what I mean?" the redhead grinned as she caressed his balls.
Kitty blushed and nodded her head as she gazed at Sam's cock. She'd done a lot of crazy things lately, but none more exciting.
"We can share," Gilda said as she pressed his cock against her cheek. "There's plenty to go around."
Sam chuckled. "Get down here," he said to Kitty. "I've been waiting for this all my life."
Kitty's pussy felt syrupy and she slid down to the rug at Sam's feet. She leaned on his leg and ran her tongue lightly over his fuck-stalk.
Sam tangled his fingers in both women's hair and Kitty felt his prick pulsate under her lips. When Gilda released his cockhead, Kitty sucked it into her mouth. And when Gilda grabbed it away from her, she pressed her lips against his ball-bag.
It suddenly occurred to her that the Gillespies may have planned this. They'd deliberately waited until Bill was out of town and invited her to dinner alone. And it wasn't just because Bill didn't get along with them. She realized now that Gilda probably knew all about her affair with Sam. Maybe this was how they got their kicks?
If it was, so be it. She watched the redhead dribble saliva over Sam's nuts and then lick it up again. Her tongue met Gilda's as she licked his shaft and the two women gazed into each other's eyes.
Now Gilda closed her lips over his cockhead while Kitty nuzzled his balls. Sam held them by the hair and directed their mouths. Gilda licked up a drop of jism from his piss-slit and held it on her tongue. She leaned over and offered it to Kitty who darted her tongue over Gilda's and accepted the gift.
Kitty instinctively moved her lips to his balls. God, how she loved giving head!
She drenched his balls with saliva and sucked first one and then the other into her mouth. She sucked them both in and closed her lips over the root of his ball-bag. She moved both balls into first one cheek and then the other.
She realized suddenly that Gilda was staring at her. She was pumping Sam's prick and gazing at Kitty's ball-filled mouth. "What a trip!" the redhead said. "What a fucking trip!"
Kitty released his balls and sucked his cockhead into her mouth. Both women tugged at Sam's pants and pulled them down to his knees.
"Can't we get on a bed?" Sam said. "Later," Gilda said. "I'm learning some tricks from Kitty now."
Kitty took hold of the waistband of Sam's shorts and Gilda smiled as the younger woman pulled the shorts off Sam's ass. Sam hunched up on the sofa and let them both pull his shorts off his feet.
Now he sat back against the sofa cushions with his hands folded over his chest. Gilda closed her moist pink lips over his cock-knob and slid her lips eagerly over his shaft.
"One of you play with my asshole," Sam muttered and Kitty looked at Gilda as she moved her hand over Sam's ass.
"I'll do it," Kitty said, stabbing a finger around his bung. "If I can find it."
"You've found it before, honey," Gilda said as Kitty slid her finger inside Sam's bung.
"Bull's-eye!" Sam snickered as Kitty wiggled her finger inside his butt.
She churned her finger around his bowels while Gilda slid the ring of her lips all the way down his cockshaft. Sam lurched up and announced that he was coming and a moment later he did.
Gilda pulled her mouth off his prick and directed his spunk over her face. A thick spurt hit her on the lips and she licked it up as the second wad hit her cheek.
Then she moved to the side and Kitty moved closer. She held Sam's cock-root and directed his spurting prick toward her mouth. A glob of pungent-tasting jism filled her mouth and she clamped her lips over his cock-knob and took the rest down her throat.
Gilda pushed her aside and took the last few drops into her own mouth. When she could get no more out of his piss-slit, she sucked his soft prick into her mouth and rammed her cunt against his leg as she brought herself off.
"Now," Gilda said breathlessly as she rose up. "Let's get to a bed!"
They all three dashed up the stairs to the master bedroom. Sam finished undressing and the women climbed onto the bed and stripped off their sweaters and bras and panties.
They examined each other's boobs while Sam went back downstairs and returned with a bottle of brandy and three glasses. When he walked into the room, Gilda was sucking one of Kitty's big tits into her mouth.
"None of that shit," he said, putting the brandy on the dresser and climbing onto the bed between the two women. "You wanna do that stuff, do it when I'm not around."
"Then you eat Kitty's cunt now," Gilda said, stretching out on her back and pulling on her enormous pink nipples.
Sam turned to Kitty and grinned. "Okay with you?"
She nodded and splayed open her legs as he dropped down in front of her. Gilda leaned on her elbow and watched as he stabbed his tongue inside the purplish folds of Kitty's snatch.
"Too much!" Gilda cried as she moved around on the bed and knelt behind Sam's ass.
She pushed her face under his crotch and sucked his prick-knob into her mouth as he worked on Kitty's pussy. Sam raised his ass to give Gilda access to his still-limp dong while he buried his face against Kitty's swamp.
Gilda sucked his balls one after the other into her mouth and Kitty strained to watch the redhead spit out his balls and suck in his cockhead.
And then as suddenly as Gilda had begun sucking Sam's prick, she released it and moved back to Kitty's side. She lay down on her side next to the brunette and hungrily sucked one of Kitty's tits into her mouth.
"Okay, suck her tits, bitch!" Sam said, plunging his tongue into Kitty's twat.
Gilda squeezed Kitty's tits while she moved her lips over the younger woman's. She plunged her tongue into Kitty's mouth, caressing and fondling Kitty's massive jugs.
The overheated redhead moved over Kitty's body and dropped one of her own pear-shaped tits into Kitty's mouth. Kitty lashed her tongue over Gilda's huge puckered nipple and sucked more of the woman's velvet-skinned boob into her mouth.
Sam pulled his tongue out of Kitty's snatch and straddled his wife's face. He forced his dick into her mouth and the redhead grabbed his ass as she sucked his prick into her throat.
And then suddenly Kitty felt herself being picked up and moved onto her hands and knees. Gilda moved in front of her face and sat with her legs crossed as she caressed Kitty's hair.
Sam moved behind Kitty on the bed and pried her asscheeks apart.
"What's going on here?" Kitty said, craning her neck to gaze at Sam.
Sam and Gilda both laughed and Sam rubbed his crotch against Kitty's fleshy ass. Gilda spread her thighs open and brought her cunt closer to Kitty's face.
"Take a good sniff," the redhead giggled. "Inhale that wonderful pussy-smell! See how wet my cunt is? It's just dying to be sucked, honey. Just dying for it!"
Kitty shivered and turned around abruptly when Sam rubbed his cock around her pussy. She realized he was lubricating it so he could fuck her in the ass and she was thrilled at the prospect.
She turned back to Gilda as he rubbed his almost stiff prick up and down her asscrease. "I'll suck your cunt, Gilda," the brunette said.
"Dynamite!" Gilda smiled, hunching down and pushing her pussy closer to the younger woman's mouth.
Kitty began sucking the redhead's cunt in a frenzy of lust. She licked her slime-coated cuntflaps and teased her clit. She trembled when Sam forced his cockhead inside her loosened asshole, but continued darting her tongue over Gilda's snatch.
When Sam pushed the rest of his fuckpole into Kitty's bung, the pain of the initial penetration took her breath away. But in a moment the pain subsided and wildly intense pleasure took over.
She continued to gluttonously suck and lick Gilda's gaping pussy. Gilda cried out when she came, and fell over onto her back to recover her breath.
Now Sam moved a hand to Kitty's cunt and flicked her clit while he fucked her asshole. "Having fun?" he said as he plunged his cock deep inside her bowels.
"Did you two plan this?" she gasped.
"What do you think?" Gilda said as she sat up and leaned against the headboard.
The redhead moved a hand to her cunt and began masturbating as she watched her husband ream Kitty's shitter. Kitty came then, her asshole gripping Sam's prick as her pussy convulsed.
Sam grunted, but controlled his own orgasm, continuing to fuck Kitty's widely-stretched bung. Gilda moved around on the bed and forced her face under Kitty's crotch.
She tongued Kitty's clit while Sam fucked her asshole. It was too much for the hot-blooded housewife. She came again, with an intensity she'd never experienced before.
"Now me!" Gilda shrieked, and Sam pulled his cock out of Kitty's ass and plunged it inside his wife's pussy.
"Fuck me!" the redhead yelled.
She wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him against her. Sam thrust his prick in a frenzy in and out of Gilda's pussy and then he came, showering her with jism.
After they rested, Sam poured the brandy into glasses and they toasted the future and more intimate parties.
"Do you think we could interest Bill in something?" Gilda grinned. She grabbed Sam's cock and casually pumped his cockskin up and down.
"Why, I doubt it," Kitty said, mesmerized by Gilda's hand on Sam's cock. "Why do you ask?"
"Sam and I sometime like to get together with another couple," the redhead said.
"I told you Bill wouldn't be interested," Sam said.
"Sam's right," Kitty said, crouching down beside Gilda and playing with Sam's balls. "Bill's not exactly the adventurous type."
CHAPTER TEN
Kitty felt a strange excitement whenever Bill returned from a business trip. It was almost like when she'd been a bride and everything had been new and exciting.
A year had passed since she'd taken the job at the Blue Lagoon. Bill was away a lot and making more money than ever. Still, she found she missed him and longed for the old days when he was home all the time. Even if he didn't pay much attention to her.
She realized he still loved her no matter what their sex life was like. She'd talked to Ray enough to know that. Ray had told her it was up to the wife to keep things exciting and she still wasn't aggressive enough.
Now she stood in front of the bathroom mirror and brushed her long black hair. She had just turned thirty and regularly examined her face for lines and her body for bulges.
She dabbed some perfume in the valley between her tits. No lines yet and certainly no bulges. Besides all the fucking she'd been doing, she was enrolled in an exercise class too.
Bill would be home in an hour after a two week trip and she felt her excitement mounting. Maybe Ray was right. Maybe she hadn't made it exciting enough for Bill. She'd been relatively inexperienced when they'd been married and she'd left the fucking up to him. But maybe it wasn't too late to change things.
She slipped her terry-cloth robe off and slowly turned to admire her still-firm ass in the mirror. Then she gazed at her huge tits. Bill had always loved her tits.
She decided to work on exciting her husband all over again. Ray was right. She really wasn't aggressive enough. All she ever did was beg him to suck her cunt or fuck her ass, but she didn't initiate things. Well, starting tonight, she was taking charge.
She rummaged around in a dresser drawer and found her sexiest, skimpiest pair of bikini panties. She decided to wear a bra. No matter how big her tits were, Ray had taught her it was more seductive and a bigger turn-on for a man if a woman kept them covered up at first.
She went to the closet and wrapped a sheer black negligee around herself and went down to the kitchen to mix a pitcher of martinis. She had just finished tasting the martinis when she heard Bill's key in the door.
"Is that you, honey?" she called out.
"Yeah, it's me, babe," he said.
Kitty tightened the belt to her negligee and took a deep breath as she walked to the door to greet him. "Hi, darling," she said, throwing her arms around his neck. "I missed you!"
Bill grinned as she pressed her tits against his chest. "Whoa, there! Let a guy get his coat off!"
Kitty helped him with his coat and hung it in the hall closet.
"I think someone around here's horny," Bill chuckled as he gazed at her body through the sheer fabric of her negligee.
Kitty thrust out her tits and licked her lips. "I've mixed martinis," she said. "You go on in and get comfortable. I'll get them."
She pranced off to the kitchen for the martinis and brought them into the living room. She walked around closing the blinds and sat down next to Bill on the sofa.
She noticed the bulge in his crotch and planted a hand on his thigh. "Did you miss me?" she whispered, running her hand between his legs.
"Yeah, I guess I did. You know, I think my traveling is actually going to be good for our marriage. You know how stale things were getting? Well, now that I don't see you running around naked every day, you're turning me on all over again."
Kitty laughed and turned around to lay her head on his lap. She pressed her face against his crotch and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. "I'm glad, honey," she said.
Bill moved his hand over her thighs and caressed her. "You know," he said. "I think maybe that job's been good for you too. Getting out and meeting people. You've been a different person since you've been working there."
Kitty bit her lip and took a sip of her drink.
Her fingers shook as she returned the glass to the coffee table. She had planned to quit her job to get away from the temptations of illicit sex. Still, she decided to say nothing now.
He slid his hand between her thighs and rubbed her nylon-covered slit. Kitty felt herself juice up, and she moved his free hand to her tits. "Do my titties, honey," she whispered. "Mmmmm, yeah, that's good!"
She let her thighs fall open. He moved his fingers inside the crotch of her panties and caressed her damp pussy-jungle. She raised her head and their lips met. He gently eased his tongue into her eager mouth as he fondled her hot hairy gash.
Kitty sucked his tongue into her mouth. She sat up and between them they slipped the negligee off her shoulders. Bill ran his tongue over her neck and over her cleavage and then reached around to unhook her bra.
Kitty closed her eyes and pretended it was a stranger undressing her. Not that Bill didn't turn her on, but fantasizing was terribly exciting. She was so hot she thought she would come if his finger so much as grazed her clit!
Bill clamped his lips over one succulent tit and swirled his tongue over her massive pink nipple. Her nipples stood out like two oversized cherries and the hot brunette shivered as he bit down on her sensitive globe.
He sucked hungrily on her stiffened nipples. He went from one to the other, all the while exploring her spasming pussy with his free hand. He stroked her slippery inner folds and stabbed a fingertip inside her gash.
"Should we get into bed?" he said, slipping his fingers under the waistband of her bikinis and pulling them down her thighs.
"Let's stay here," she said, pulling his shirt off and unbuckling his belt. "That way we can pretend we're not married. We can pretend we're still teenagers, necking on the living room sofa."
"You're too much," he chuckled, standing up and stripping off the rest of his clothes. "But maybe you're right."
When his shorts were off, his ramrod-stiff cock sprang up. "Do you wanna give it a little kiss?" he said.
"Do I?" she giggled, holding his hips and sliding her lips over his juiced-up cockhead.
She sat at the edge of the sofa and he stood in front of her. He slowly pulled back and then moved forward, pushing half his pulsating prick into her mouth.
Then they moved around and Bill stretched out on the sofa, his cock standing up like a club. Kitty crouched on the floor and began licking his fuckpole.
She began at his dick-root and ran her tongue up and down in long loving strokes. She darted her tongue up and down his fuck-stick while Bill moaned and toyed with her hair.
Kitty felt her pussy erupt as she licked and sucked his dick. Every time she closed her lips over his cock-knob her snatch convulsed. She licked up and down his purple-veined shaft and sucked up the juice oozing out of his jizz-slit.
She held his cockshaft in her fist while she licked all over his jism-filled balls. His nuts tightened up as her warm wet tongue caressed them.
"Oh, baby, you never sucked me like that before," he groaned. "You have missed me, haven't you?"
Kitty didn't answer him. She didn't want to take her lips off his prick. Besides, she was self-conscious about her sucking. She'd learned a lot in the past year and she hadn't learned it from her husband!
Now she climbed onto the sofa between his legs and suctioned his entire boner into her throat. She mouth-fucked him in a frenzy, bobbing her head up and down.
She used her tongue to lick the sensitive underside of his cock-knob. Her own juices flowed, cunt-cream trickling down her thighs as she sucked gluttonously on his meat.
She reached down with one hand and slid her fingers over her syrupy pussy-folds. She parted her sticky muff and slid a finger around her cunt-pulp.
The moment her finger touched her clit, she exploded in an orgasm. But she never took her mouth off Bill's dick. She sucked it deeper into her throat as her pussy erupted in a wildly intense climax.
She rubbed her clit in a circular motion and slid a finger into her cunthole. Exquisite waves of pleasure raged through her as she frigged herself and sucked Bill's dong deep inside her throat.
"I don't wanna come yet," he groaned as they moved around and Kitty took his place on the sofa.
Now he speared two fingers into her gash while she writhed her ass on the cushion. "Jesus, Kitty, I never really appreciated you before," he said.
He worked his fingers in and out of her pussy-hole and teased her clit. "You're not too bad yourself," she said.
He turned around then and dropped his dick over her face while he closed his lips over her cunt-mound. He held her ass while he sucked her gash, sliding a finger into her asscrack.
His finger was wet with her juices and he easily slid it inside her asshole. She gasped and closed her lips lightly over his fuck-stick as he played with her tightly puckered bung.
His finger moved round and round her butt-hole, churning around her bowels. "Do you _ want it in here?" he said, sitting up and grinning down at her.
"I'd love it," she said. "But not now." She held out her arms to him. "Now I want you to fuck me the old-fashioned way."
He held her close and they kissed. "I want you on top of me," she whispered. "I want you riding me like a bitch in heat."
He ran his tongue around her ear and plunged it into her mouth. He leaned over and pressed his face against her cleavage and she wrapped her arms around his head and brought him closer to her.
"I want you to mount me like you used to do in the old days," she said. "I want you to fuck me hard and deep. Real deep. I want to feel you all the way inside my guts. Make me see stars, Bill, honey. Make me come and come and come!"
She lay down now on her back and Bill hovered over her. He darted his tongue over her massive jugs and slid it over her round firm belly.
She strained her ass, begging him wordlessly to fuck her, but he held back. He dribbled saliva into her navel and the licked it out again. He drenched her tits with his spit and licked it up in a way that soon had Kitty out of her mind with lust.
"Now, Bill, now!" she moaned. "Give me your cock now! I need it so bad, honey! I need fucking!"
"Oh, yes, baby!" he hissed, straddling her crotch and lifting her legs over his shoulders.
He gazed at her with a combination of love and lust in his eyes as he placed his cockhead against the drooling lips of her cunt.
Kitty's heart pounded as she humped up to meet the thrust of his dick as it entered her pussy. She was filled with the wonder of his hard cock as it plunged deep inside her overheated twat.
He glided into her pussy with one lunge and Kitty felt his cockshaft against her clit. She arched her back and screamed. "Oh, Bill, I love you! I love you! Fuck me, honey! I love when you fuck me!"
He pumped his prick in and out of her inflamed cunt. She twisted and squirmed, straining to meet his deep strokes. Then suddenly he moved her around and she was lying on her belly and he was spearing her cunt from behind.
"You wanted it like a bitch in heat!" he gasped, splitting her in two with every thrust. "Is it good, honey?"
His balls slapped her ass as he filled her snatch with his hard male-meat. "It's wonderful!" she shrieked.
He moved his hands under her and grabbed her tits. Her sensitive nipples pulsated as he worked them over. His fingers pulled and tugged at her jugs and his steel-hard cock pistoned in and out of her honey-pot.
He cried out then that he was coming and stroked harder and faster as he drove a flood of thick white jism into her pussy-hole. He battered her pussy from behind, filling her up with his thick spunk and giving her the best come of her life.
Afterward they lay in each other's arms, kissing and hugging and fondling each other.
"I'm leaving town again in a few days," Bill said.
"I'll miss you," Kitty smiled.
"Yeah, but think how wonderful my homecoming will be."
He ran a series of wet kisses over her neck and ears and tits. He fondled her hair and she took his limp prick in her hand and squeezed it.
She decided then that she would continue working. Maybe she'd find something that didn't put her into contact with men, but she realized that she had to have something to do with Bill away so much.
They finally rose up and Bill went upstairs to shower while Kitty fixed a light dinner. She made ham and cheese sandwiches and salad and brought it all upstairs on a tray.
Bill was resting on the bed and she showered quickly and toweled dry under his gaze. "You know, I don't think I've really appreciated you in a long time," he said.
"It hasn't been entirely your fault, honey," she said, tossing aside the towel and climbing up on the bed.
They ate ravenously and Kitty thought the sandwiches tasted better than anything she'd ever eaten in her life. They fed each other forkfuls of salad and giggled like teenagers when Kitty passed a stick of celery to Bill between her teeth.
When they were finished eating, Bill put the tray on the dresser and cradled Kitty in his arms. He fondled her tits while she played with his cock. It didn't take long for his prick to harden again and the hot brunette worked his cockskin up and down his pole.
"Care to renew that invitation now?" she purred.
"What are you suggesting, wench?"
"I wouldn't mind getting my asshole fucked," she said.
"Up the old chocolate highway, huh?" he chuckled, pinching her butt.
"Ouch!" she shrieked.
"Just getting you ready," he said.
He wet his index finger with saliva and drilled it into her asshole. "Get on your hands and knees," he said, slapping her ass and resting on his knees.
She climbed onto her hands and knees and turned her head to gaze at him as he pumped his prick. She finally felt like a real woman. Stretched out like an animal and waiting for her man to stick his cock into one of her holes. Yes, she thought. This is what I was born for.
Her big tits pressed against the mattress as she swayed her ass from side to side. Bill reached down and ran his tongue over her velvety smooth ass flesh while he masturbated his cock.
He explored her asscrack with his tongue. He pushed it against her asshole. He spit some saliva over her bung to wet it down and pushed his finger knuckle-deep inside her butt-tube. He rammed it in and out and then he stiffened his tongue and forced it inside her asshole. He used his finger at intervals and then speared his tongue back inside her bunghole.
Kitty went crazy. Her asshole clamped shut over his tongue and she gyrated her hips in a frenzy. "Stick it in, honey!" she hissed. "Stick it in and fuck me!"
"I don't want to hurt you, baby," he said, and suddenly Kitty knew that Bill hadn't been fooled. He was aware of her cheating!
He drilled his tongue in and out of her shitter, rubbing her clit until she came. And then without any warning he pulled his tongue out and stuffed his prick deep inside her bung.
Kitty fell forward on the bed as the searing pain of the sudden penetration filled her ass. He held one arm around her waist and plunged his fuck-stick in and out of her depths.
She came again and again. His cock pounded her asshole and churned her bowels. She rammed her ass back to meet his thrusts. And with a mighty roar, Bill sent an explosion of jism into her shitter.
Kitty felt the heat of the spunk-enema spread through her and she climaxed again. This time her orgasm took her breath away and she shrieked as the wonder sensations exploded in her cunt.
She fell into his arms when he sank down next to her on the bed and tried talking to him, but he covered her lips with kisses.
Maybe it's best not to discuss some things, she thought as she accepted his tongue in her mouth. Maybe sometimes actions speak louder than words.
