In many cases today's marriage is seen as a business and/or social arrangement between consenting adults rather than a continuing expression of love.
The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the nuclear family; and the use of others for thrill-seeking-- and often deviant--purposes as an end in itself instead of as a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, at worst, depravity.
WILD HORNY HOUSEWIFE is the story of one young wife, outwardly normal, who discovers an eagerness to satisfy her lustful cravings in the arms of other men and women. A shocking story, true, but also a mirror of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"My God, you're beautiful--no wonder I married you!" Carl Jefferson drooled as he eyed his wife Cindy, who had just stepped from the bathroom into the bedroom of their hotel suite.
Carl's appraisal was accurate--Cindy did indeed look beautiful in her slinky, see-through negligee. The thin, flimsy nightgown was open at the front, exposing the sexy twenty-four-year-old's full, round tits, her firm, flat stomach, and the golden triangle of her fleecy, blonde cunthair. She leaned against the doorframe, crossed her lovely tanned legs, and fixed her husband with an erotic, inviting gaze.
"Mind if I join you in that bed, handsome?" she purred sensuously. "It looks like there's plenty of room for two!"
"Oh, I think I could be persuaded to share," Carl chuckled dryly.
He pulled back the sheets to make room for his wife, and in the process, he exposed his naked body from the thighs up. His stiff, fat, eight-inch cock was lying against his well-toned stomach, twitching with excitement and the expectation of what was to come.
"Hmm, not a bad prick!" Cindy commented, inspecting her husband's cock. "And it looks so familiar--could I have seen it somewhere before?" - "You bet your sweet ass you have! You saw it exactly one year ago today in this very same hotel room--on our wedding night!" Carl replied with a shudder of lust.
"Oh yes, of course!" Cindy laughed, slithering toward the bed. "As I recall, that was some evening!"
"It certainly was!" Carl answered. "But what say we try and top it tonight?"
"You got it!" Cindy hissed.
With that, young Mrs. Jefferson leaped into the bed and practically attacked her husband's lips with her own. The magnetism of mutual lust quickly fused their mouths in a powerful bond, and their tongues melted together in a steamy, passionate french kiss. Low, muffled groans of animal pleasure filled the room as each greedily drank in the other's hot, heady breath and warm, oozing saliva. There had been some turbulent moments during their first year of marriage, but now that they were in bed together on their anniversary, all but the passionate desire for each other's warm, naked flesh was forgotten.
While she furiously bore into Carl's mouth with her tongue, Cindy was gently massaging and stroking his hairy, muscular chest and tanned, taut stomach with her delicate right hand. She continued to work lower and lower down onto his midsection until finally her little finger brushed ever so lightly against his bulbous, purple cockhead. This slight contact warmed Carl's body with a lusty thrill and made him anxious to feel his wife's soft, feminine hand on his turgid prickshaft.
Still pressing his lips to hers, he grabbed her wrist and led her hand down to the middle of his pulsating cock where Cindy's fingers instinctively encircled his meaty cockrod. As a reflex action, she immediately began to jerk her hand up and down the entire length of his swollen prick.
"God, it's amazing how a cock can feel, so soft and so hard at the same time!" she panted, tearing her mouth away from his. All the while, her fingers continued to glide effortlessly along the silky exterior of her husband's throbbing prick.
"Damn, you jot the touch, baby!" Carl groaned, shutting his eyes. He slumped back onto the bed and kicked the confining sheets away from his legs. Now he was totally naked, and the only sensation he was aware of was the methodical stroking of Cindy's hand on his bloated prick.
"Want me to suck you off?" Cindy breathed seductively into his ear.
Carl opened his eyes and dreamily focused them on his wife's angelic young face. Her delicately parted, ruby-red lips looked so sultry and inviting that Carl would have to have been crazy to refuse the opportunity to feel them on his cock.
"Honey, there's nothing I would rather do right now than come in your mouth!" he replied, his voice ragged with lust.
"Good!" Cindy giggled. "Because there's nothing I would rather do right now than give you head!"
In preparation for the impending blow-job, Cindy changed her position on the bed so that she was straddling her husband's chest on her knees with her ass pointed toward his face. The back of her negligee hung down across her creamy asscheeks, giving them a ghostly, veiled appearance. But when she leaned forward and lowered her head between Carl's legs, the hem of her nightie lifted, baring her snowy, white ass to his horny eyes. In addition, the action of crouching down forced her ass backwards until her warm, doughy cheeks were pressed firmly into Carl's face. Cindy wriggled backward a little bit until she was sitting comfortably on her husband's face, then she returned her attention to his cock.
Carl's body was still reeling from the delightful feeling of having his wife squatting in his face when all thoughts of Cindy's ass were superseded by an incredible sensation surging from his crotch to his brain. Cindy had tilted his cock up at an angle and had slipped the throbbing head into her trembling mouth. At the same time, her long, blonde hair had spilled down onto his lap, lightly tickling and scratching his thighs and his balls.
It was awkward for Cindy to blow her husband while sitting on his face, as it required some stretching and straining, but the advantage was that she could get his cock right down into her throat by approaching it head-on. This she did eagerly, undulating her cherry-red lips down along his satiny prickshaft until they were pressed hard against the loose flesh of his crotch. She could feel his wiry pubic hair tickling her chin, and the gooey skin of his ball bag shifted slightly as her lips sank down into the center of his crotch. Carl's cockhead was now snugly embedded in her throat, but the face-down position of her head kept her from gagging.
As Cindy started bobbing her head up and down on her husband's prick, her assflesh began to settle down onto his face like melting butter until his nose popped into her widely spread asscrack. Carl quickly took advantage of this development, stabbing his tongue out like a spear into her stretched, rubbery asshole. He could feel Cindy's asscheeks clenching involuntarily as the tip of his squirming tongue made contact with the raw, brown flesh of her rear hole.
A stifled exclamation of passion rushed from her lungs, and the feeling of a male tongue in her ass seemed to fuel her desire for the taste of cock. She rapidly increased the pace of her bobbing and sucking, alternately disgorging and swallowing the shiny, spit-covered prickshaft as fast as she could. Her lips strained around the substantial girth of Carl's cock, and her silky, flaxen hair danced wildly to and fro across his thighs, creating a perfect picture of a young wife starving for her husband's prick.
But of course Carl couldn't see this dazzlingly erotic spectacle, as his face was smothered by Cindy's warm, tasty ass. He couldn't believe just how soft her asscheeks felt, and the tough, resistant lining of her asshole tasted fabulous to his probing tongue. As his desire increased, he brought his front teeth into play, nipping lightly at the pliant flesh of her asscheeks where they curved downward to form her rear crack.
This oral attack on her ass stirred up a hornets' nest of lust in Cindy's crotch and mind. She seemed to catch her second wind as she suddenly redoubled her effort to bring Carl off with her mouth. His pulsating cock was now completely covered with a slippery layer of spit, and this helped Cindy's lips to slide up and down the eight-inch prickrod that much faster. She furiously worked her tongue in circles on the waxy shaft, pausing briefly at the top of each stroke to lap up the tear-shaped drops of salty pre-cum which were oozing out the prickhole.
Carl and Cindy had deliberately abstained from fucking for a couple of weeks before their anniversary in order to build their lust to a fever pitch, and as a result, Carl had little trouble reaching a climax with his wife nursing on his prick. Normally he would have tried to hold on as long as he could to preserve the glorious pre-orgasmic excitement in his crotch, but tonight he felt confident that his cum-bloated balls could sustain his passion for a long while. The jism had started to rise in his cock the moment his cockhead entered Cindy's mouth, and now he just settled back on the bed, withdrew his tongue from his wife's asshole, and waited for the inevitable explosion.
He didn't have to wait long. Within seconds he could feel himself approaching the threshold of orgasm, and then the violent muscular contractions in his prick signaled the arrival of his climax.
"Here I go, baby--here comes my jizz!" he roared into Cindy's asshole.
Cindy didn't need to be told. Her bobbing head had just struck bottom when the first milky jet of cum spurted into her throat, overwhelming her senses with the heavy, masculine smell and taste. She quickly brought her head back up so that the grooved underside of Carl's cocktip was resting on her tongue, thus allowing her to better enjoy the sensation of having a cock erupt inside her mouth. She could feel the exterior of the ivory shaft expanding against her lips with each successive squirt, and she had to swallow rapidly in order to keep up with the deluge of jism which was rushing into her mouth. The potent-tasting fluid clung to her throat and warmed her as it settled into her stomach, causing a pleasant, randy glow to radiate through her body.
"That's it--be a good little wife and swallow down all your husband's cum!" Carl gasped from underneath her ass.
Cindy would have been content to drink the jism from Carl's prick forever, but within seconds the torrent of hot, tasty cream slowed to a trickle, and then it ceased altogether. She slowly plucked the slippery cock tip from her lips, careful not to let any of the final mouthful of cum spill out, then she swished the warm jizz around on her tongue a few times like mouth wash before swallowing it. The powerful, masculine flavor still clung heavily to her tongue as she lightly flicked it out to lap up any of the precious jism which might have run down Carl's prick. Once she was certain she had licked his spongy cock clean, she scrambled off his face, lay down on the bed with her feet facing his head, and spread her legs.
"If it's not too much trouble, would you please eat me out?" she murmured coyly.
Carl's cock began to stiffen again as his eyes were magnetically drawn to his wife's crotch. The glistening, red lips of her cunt were parted slightly, allowing him to see right up inside her delectable pussy. He could feel his mouth beginning to water as he crawled up between Cindy's open legs. "What a beautiful fucking pussy!" he said quietly, emotionally. "It was just made to be licked!"
"You know it!" Cindy answered, her body quaking with excitement. "And you're just the guy... ahh!" Her words became an unintelligible cry of pleasure as Carl's tongue sliced neatly into the center of her warm, mushy cunt, causing it to twitch and ooze droplets of syrupy juice.
"Oh yes, go to it!" Cindy yelped. "Don't waste any time--get me off!"
That was precisely Carl's intention. He hooked his arms under his wife's firm, meaty thighs, cradling them in his elbows, and lifted them into the air to create a better angle of attack. Then he plowed headlong into her moist, runny cunt, furiously grinding his tongue into her satiny pussy-hole like a cork-screw. The strong odor of a raw, naked cunt filled his nostrils as he immersed his face in her pussy, and the heat which warmed his cheeks seemed to be coming from a hot-spring. All he could see was naked female crotch--bare, pink cuntlips, curly, blonde pubic hair, and the pure, white skin of Cindy's lower belly and inner thighs.
"Oh, I love it, I love it!" Cindy squealed, mashing her cunt into Carl's face. "Eat me baby, eat me!"
Carl loved to go down on his wife. It gave him a tremendous feeling of satisfaction and pride knowing that he could drive such a beautiful girl absolutely ape-shit simply by sticking his tongue into her cunt.
"Lower, honey, lower!" Cindy gasped, grabbing a handful of Carl's dark, curly hair in each hand. "Go after my clit--make me crazy... make me wild!"
It seemed to Carl that Cindy was already pretty wild, but he soon found out that she had just been getting warmed up when he brought his tongue into contact with the fleshy bud of her clit.
Cindy shrieked and an orgasm instantly exploded inside her crotch. She began bucking her hips like a wild stallion, fucking Carl's mouth with her clit and driving his head into her crotch with her hands. Streams of hot, fishy cunt-cum splashed against Carl's face like waves breaking on the beach.
"There ya go, honey--eat my juice!" Cindy wailed, thrusting her crotch upward as hard as she could. "Come on, baby--fuck me with your tongue!"
Carl was trying to do just that, but it wasn't easy. The gyrating motions of Cindy's hips, the spasms in her cunt, and her gushing pussy-cum were all making it very difficult for him to keep his tongue inside her erupting cunt. It kept sliding out of her gaping, slimy cuntmouth and slithering down her inner things to her asshole. But even this light contact on the thick, outer lips of her climaxing pussy was driving Cindy insane with ecstasy.
"Damn, that feels fantastic!" she cried, almost on the verge of tears. "Oh honey, you're the best!"
Carl was awfully good at eating pussy, and he quickly proved it by bringing off a second thunderous climax in his wife's cunt. He accomplished this feat by pinning down Cindy's tough, fibrous clit with his tongue, then pinching it hard between his lips. Once he had a solid grip on the slippery, elusive pleasure button, he began rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across the raw, sensitive end of the throbbing clit. Powerful jolts of pure, animal pleasure surged through Cindy's body, touching off another round of wild, passionate screaming and another flood of pussy oil.
"You're the greatest... you're the greatest cunt-eater who ever lived!" the beautiful young blonde roared.
As the searing climax in her cunt quickly burned out, Cindy felt all her muscles go limp, and she sank down into the bed like a lead weight. Her pussy felt numb from the devastating one-two punch her back-to-back orgasms had delivered, but she could still feel a delightful tingling sensation on her cuntlips as Carl methodically licked up all her tasty feminine discharge.
"Ooo, that feels nice!" she moaned softly. "I just love the way your tongue feels on my pussy."
"But you like the way my cock feels inside your pussy even better, don't you?" Carl replied, leering up at her.
"Oh, you bet I do!" Cindy chirped. "Come on, darling--fuck my cunt with your big, beautiful cock!"
"With pleasure!" Carl laughed. With some reluctance, he pulled his mouth away from his wife's dripping pussy and shimmied up on top of her warm, softy body. As he raised himself up onto his knees, his prick, once more stiff and swollen, bobbed obscenely into Cindy's view, and she gave a little gasp of lusty anticipation.
"God, every time I see your cock, it's like the first time all over again," she whispered hoarsely. "It always makes my heart beat just a little faster!"
As she spoke, Cindy grasped Carl's throbbing prick in her slim, elegant fingers and guided the meaty head into the slit of her cuntmouth. She shuddered as the fleshy knob of his prick made contact with her sensitive cuntmeat, and she slowly worked the spongy cock tip in circles around the slippery rim of her pussy before inserting it into her drooling pussy.
"Ahh! Take off your coat and stay a while!" Cindy sighed as she felt the full eight inches of her husband's cock settling into her cunt.
"Don't mind if I do!" Carl retorted.
He lowered himself down onto his elbows, leaving his hands free to massage and explore his gorgeous wife's huge, heaving tits. He cupped a mound of quivering tit-flesh in each hand and slowly began to rub them, manipulating them with his fingers and tweaking the firm, brown nipples. Meanwhile he was gazing deeply into Cindy's soft, brown eyes, and, as if drawn by some outside force, his mouth swooped down onto hers in a heated, passionate kiss.
Almost at once, Carl's hips churned into motion as he tasted Cindy's lush, red lips with his own. He could feel the wonderful, warm resistance of her soft, pliant pussy lining against the rigid crown of his cockhead as he withdrew his prick, and then the equally exhilarating sensation of penetration as her putty-like cuntmeat yielded to another advance of his rubbery prick-tip. Little prickles of delight spread across his skin like spider webs with the slightest movement of his cement-hard cock in his wife's gooey pussy.
"Damn, you're such an absolutely perfect fit!" Cindy moaned between kisses. "Your cock feels as snug as a bug in a rug inside my pussy!"
"You're telling me!" Carl gasped.
He plucked his mouth away from Cindy's and his lips traveled downward to the soft, white skin on the underside of her chin and neck. Trapping loose folds of the creamy, edible skin between his hips, he twisted them sharply, creating a series of strawberry-colored hickies and eliciting cries of ecstatic pain from his voluptuous young wife. And all the while he was massaging the gorgeous twin globes of her tits and fucking her pussy--in and out, in and out, in and out.
"You got a nice ass, you know that?" Cindy suddenly cried.
She had placed her hands on Carl's asscheeks and pressed them together and spread them apart in time to the rhythm of his churning hips. When they were fully spread, she would stick the tip of her index finger, with its sharp, well-manicured, brightly polished nail, into the tightly stretched ring of his asshole and scratch him slightly. The resulting twinge of pain would then cause Carl to slam his cock into her jammy cunt with a little extra oomph.
"Oh, shit--that's the way!" Cindy sighed contentedly. "Stab my fucking pussy with your prick!"
She then began to clench her own asscheeks together and push her crotch upwards with each thrust of Carl's prick, increasing the cock-on-cunt friction to the utmost.
"Shit, my tits feet like they're on fire!" Cindy yelped as Carl pinched her nipples sharply.
For a brief instant the itchy throb in her rigid tit-tips superseded the wonderful burning in her cunt, and she was acutely aware of the fact that her tits were hot and naked, exposed to the skilled touch of her husband's fingers. But all thoughts of her bare nipples vanished just as quickly when the full length of Carl's hammering cock suddenly streaked across the sensitive surface of her red-hot, pulsating clit. Another orgasm was on its way.
"Eah--I'm gonna come!" Cindy wheezed as her breath became shorter.
"Hold on a little longer!" Carl pleaded. "Wait for me!"
"I'll... try!" Cindy shuddered. She held her breath and tried to brace her body for the onslaught of climax, but her efforts were futile. She could feel the chaos of orgasm descending upon her being like a tidal wave, and her senses were swamped with incredible sensations of pleasure.
"Aaahhh!" she cried as every pore in her body seemed to open up to release her pent-up tension.
Carl had felt as if he still had a long way to go till orgasm, but once Cindy started coming he could feel his own climax barreling down on his senses like a speeding truck. The wildly squirming, wriggling, nude female body beneath him coaxed the cum from his balls up into his prick, and he wanted to try and quell the fire in his wife's convulsive crotch by squirting jism on it.
"Please, honey--come with me!" Cindy begged. "Please, let's do it together!"
"Okay, baby, you got it!" Carl answered huskily. "Here I go... now!"
"Oh yeah, I feel it--I feel your cock coming inside my cunt!" Cindy shrieked.
Boy, could she ever! Powerful muscular contractions rolled along the length of Carl's prick, forcing the jelly-like cum out his prickhole like a high-pressure hose. The dense, milky fluid bathed the interior of Cindy's cunt with a rich, warm glow, and their juices mixed together to form a slippery cum cocktail. Little trickles of the messy discharge seeped over the rim of the randy blonde's cunt and ran down into her puckered, brown asshole.
"Oh, I love to fuck... I love you... I love to fuck you!" Cindy chanted wildly as the crushing blow of her orgasm practically knocked the wind out of her. Her entire body went into a convulsion as it desperately tried to wring every last drop of pleasure from itself.
"Sweet pussy... sweet fucking pussy!" Carl whistled as he frantically discharged his load of cum into his wife's saturated cunt.
Finally every ounce of energy was expended, and the exhausted husband and wife melted into a single heap of heaving flesh on the tousled sheets. The room was filled with the smell of musk and cum and sweat, and Cindy's slinky nightgown was drenched in perspiration. For a long time not a single word was spoken.
At length Carl got his wind back and attempted to roll off of Cindy, but she wrapped her arms tightly around him, pinning his body against hers. She also pressed his ass down to keep his wilted prick inside her swimming cunt.
"Please, darling!" she panted. "Stay right there! I want to stay like this forever, with your naked body on top of mine and your cock inside my pussy!"
CHAPTER TWO
Their anniversary weekend proved to be pure heaven, but once Carl and Cindy returned home and resumed their normal routine, their marriage quickly slipped back into the rut it had been caught in for the past couple of months.
The problem lay mainly with Carl. Eager for a promotion at the manufacturing plant where he worked, he had been putting in a lot of overtime lately in an effort to impress the bosses. While Cindy could appreciate her husband's desire to make a good living, she didn't believe it was necessary for him to half kill himself in the process. The long hours were making him increasingly irritable, and they were also sapping his strength to the point where he was practically incapable of performing in bed. Soon they were fucking only on weekends, and even then Carl seemed reluctant to get it up. He always gave Cindy the impression that he'd rather be sleeping than fucking.
After several months of serving as little more than her husband's maid, Cindy began to grow desperate for some real loving. She found herself fantasizing about other men a lot, and soon she was giving serious consideration to the idea of having an affair. She knew she didn't have the guts to actually go out and look for a guy to fuck on the side, but one night the problem took care of itself when a willing partner unexpectedly showed up at the door. It was Don James, a friend of Carl's who lived just down the street. Cindy was also acquainted with Don, but only casually.
"Hiya, Cindy! Is Carl home?" Don asked when the lonely, young wife answered the door.
"Uh... no, he isn't. He's working late--as usual!" Cindy replied, forcing a laugh.
"Jesus, it seems like all that guy ever does is work anymore!" Don snorted, shaking his head.
"You're telling me!" Cindy said.
"Yeah, I was gonna ask him out for a drink since we haven't seen each other in a while, but seeing as he's not here--"
"Oh, well, if you'd like to have a drink, you can join me--it'll save me from drinking alone!" Cindy offered.
She wasn't lying--she had been just about to fix a drink. She had already had two drinks with her dinner, and they had given her the courage to invite Don in. He raised an eyebrow as he accepted her proposal.
"Well, that's very kind of you!" he chuckled as he stepped through the door. "Only, what will the neighbors think when they see you letting a man other than your husband into the house?"
"Fuck the neighbors!" Cindy scoffed playfully.
Don laughed heartily as he took off his jacket, but his laugh was soon replaced by an evil grin when an idea occurred to him.
"Say, I just thought of something. I'm a neighbor of yours, so when you say 'Fuck the neighbors', that includes me!"
"Yes, I suppose it does!" Cindy answered, returning his evil grin with one of her own.
"Is that a proposition?" Don pressed. "Would you really like to fuck one of your neighbors?"
He was basically just kidding around, but a part of him was serious. He had lusted after Cindy from the moment he had first met her, and he wasn't about to pass up this opportunity if there was even the slightest chance of getting into the sack with her. He had no idea just how good his chances actually were.
"Well now! I might be persuaded to do a little fooling around!" Cindy murmured sexily. She couldn't quite believe what she was doing, but the alcohol had loosened her tongue and unleashed all her pent-up desires. "It all depends on what you've got to offer!"
A feeling of incredible warmth flowed over Don's body as he began to realize that Cindy was starting to come on to him for real. He hesitated a while before answering, but at last he spoke up.
"Baby, I got a full ten inches to offer!" he drawled lewdly, cupping his hand over his crotch.
"Oh, is that so?" Cindy replied. "Well I'm from Missouri, pal! You'll have to prove that you really have ten inches before we go any farther!"
It was all happening so fast that Don's head was spinning with disbelief. He gripped the zipper of his fly between his thumb and forefinger and began to lower it, proceeding very slowly in the event that Cindy was only flirting and hadn't meant for him to take her seriously.
She made no attempt to stop him, however, so once Don had his fly down, he quickly unbuckled his jeans and loosened his belt. He dropped his pants to his knees and was prepared to lower his undershorts as well, but he decided he'd better double-check to make sure that Cindy really did want to see his cock.
"Okay, babe! If you sincerely want me to prove I've got ten inches all you have to do is say the word and I'll drop my drawers!" he panted. His prick was swollen into a full hard-on beneath his snug cotton briefs, and his whole body trembled with anticipation as he prepared to expose his prick to the pretty, brown eyes of the gorgeous, young blonde.
"I'll believe you've got ten inches when I see it!" Cindy replied coyly. She appeared calm on the outside, but inside her body was burning with desire for cock--particularly if it was a ten-incher!
"Okay, honey, you can start believing it 'cause here it is!" Don blurted.
With that he whipped his shorts down to his knees, allowing his big, fat prick--it was indeed a full ten inches--to spring out into plain sight. It was sticking straight out from his crotch, light-purple and swollen, and it was throbbing slightly as still more blood pumped into it. From the base hung two large, bloated balls, swinging gently from side to side in a hairy, gooey sac. Cindy's temples were pounding furiously, and she had to suppress a cry of passionate ecstasy when the huge, fleshy cockrod swung free from Don's underwear and pointed obscenely in her direction.
"Satisfied?" Don asked. It was obvious from the grin on his face that he certainly was!
"Uh... gee, I'm not really sure," Cindy dead-panned, maintaining her cool appearance. "I'll have to measure it first."
"Be my guest!" Don laughed.
Cindy slowly walked over to where Don was standing and, holding her thumb and forefinger approximately one inch apart, she placed them at the very root of his cock, just where it disappeared into the dense forest of his pubic hair.
"One, two, three, four... " she counted aloud, sliding her fingers along Don's firm, meaty prickshaft at one-inch intervals.
She never made it to ten. At the halfway point, she suddenly lost all control of herself, dropped to her knees, and stuffed the expansive head of Don's cock into her mouth.
"Shit, I don't care if it's a full ten inches or not--it's plenty big enough for me!" she cried as she inhaled his prickhead.
A powerful surge of adrenalin jolted Don's body when Cindy enveloped his cocktip within her warm, moist mouth, and he almost came right then and there. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he couldn't believe that, within minutes, he had gone from being a mere nodding acquaintance to the recipient of a blow-job. Never before had a girl so greedily attacked his prick. Cindy was flicking her long, slender tongue out like a snake, furiously laving the waxy shaft for all she was worth.
She was caressing the sides of his prick with her lips and tongue, thus allowing her to feel the blood as it surged into the throbbing, veiny cock. A long, thin ribbon of glistening pre-cum oozed out Don's prickhole, and Cindy quickly gobbled it up like a baby drinking mother's milk. Then when she reached the end of the sticky streamer, she hungrily sucked the spongy cocktip back into her mouth with the force of a vacuum cleaner.
"Whoa, take it easy!" Don commanded, staying her bouncing blonde head with his hands. "Can't we at least go to the bedroom first? I'd like to see you naked while I'm still horny enough to appreciate it!"
"That sounds good to me," Cindy mumbled, still holding his cockhead in her mouth. "I'd be glad to show my bare body to a guy who'll appreciate it for a change!"
After making a few more laps around Don's mouth-watering prickhead with her tongue, Cindy rose to her feet, took him by the hand, and led him into the bedroom. His pants were still down around his knees while he walked, causing him to waddle like a duck. Under normal circumstances this would have made him look ridiculous, but with his big cock swaying from side to side like a tree limb, he just looked lewd, crude, and extremely attractive to the horny, blonde wife.
"Jesus, what a fucking whopper you've got--it really looks potent!" Cindy whistled admiringly as she flopped down onto the bed. "That's one thing about girls. Every gal I know would say that a cock is her favorite part of a guy's body. But it's different with men. It seems that every guy I know prefers a different part of a girl's body."
While she spoke, Cindy began unbuttoning the oversized flannel shirt she was wearing along with a pair of faded jeans and socks.
"Some guys seem to only want to fuck their girlfriends in the mouth," she continued, licking her lips suggestively as her shirt fell to the floor. "And of course, other fellows are dyed-in-the wool tit-men!"
To emphasize this point, Cindy reached behind her back and unfastened her lacy, black bra. Seconds later it joined her shirt on the floor, leaving her full, luscious tits exposed to Don's gawking eyes. She paused momentarily to allow her new bed partner to get an eyeful of her huge, weighty tit-mounds, then she began to unbutton her jeans.
"Then again, some guys are strictly leg-men!" she went on, narrating her strip-tease with the effectiveness of an old pro. She slowly worked her tight-fitting jeans down over her smooth, tanned thighs to her knees, then she kicked them free and assumed an erotic pose--propped up on one elbow--on the bed while Don drooled over her long, shapely legs.
"And a few guys I've known in my time have even had a thing about feet!" she concluded, peeling off her socks.
Cindy did have beautiful feet, too, and Don found himself unable to decide whether to focus his attention on her face, her tits, her legs, or her lovely feet. Had he been able to see her cunt, the issue would have been decided, but the playful, young temptress was still wearing a pair of lavender bikini panties.
"So, Donny boy, what are you? A mouth-man, a tit-man, a leg-man, a foot-man... " Cindy asked, slipping her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties, "or perhaps you're just a good, old-fashioned cunt-man?"
As the grand finale to her devastatingly effective strip-tease, Cindy rolled her panties down over her thighs millimeter by millimeter, only permitting her crotch to come into view a cunthair at a time.
Don's cock ached with desire as he watched this incredibly sensuous woman removing her panties at a rate that was almost torturously slow. It took a full minute for her to bare the golden muff of her pubic hair, and then it was another minute after that before Don finally got to see her naked, pink cunt in all its glory.
But it was well worth the wait. Don was so entranced by Cindy's sensational pussy that he inadvertently allowed a long stream of spit to drool out the corner of his mouth.
"Well, I guess that answers my question!" Cindy giggled, lewdly twitching her moist, meaty pussyflaps in Don's direction. "It appears you're definitely a cunt-man!"
"Uh, yeah, I guess I am at that," Don answered, bringing himself back to reality. "Then again, any guy would go nuts if he caught a peek at your beautiful pussy!"
"Well, you can do more than just peek at it," Cindy continued, spreading her legs as far apart as she could and framing her hot, hairy cunt between her forefingers and thumbs. "You can eat it if you want!"
"Hmm. To tell you the truth, I've never been too big on muff-diving," Don answered, scratching his chin. "I like to look at cunts and I like to fuck cunts, but I don't really like to eat 'em."
"Oh, really?" Cindy responded disappointedly. She had hoped that Don would be game for something other than the usual cock-in-cunt fuck.
"But I think I could be persuaded to take a bite out of that nice, tight ass of yours!" Don added, licking his lips and grinning devilishly.
"Ah-ha, so you're an ass-man!" Cindy squealed, rolling over onto her stomach. "Well don't just stand there--dig in!"
Don couldn't get his clothes off fast enough once he caught a glimpse of Cindy's sensational, bare, white ass. He practically jumped right out of his pants and he literally tore the shirt from his back, popping a few buttons in the process. Finally he was as naked as Cindy, and he whooped maniacally as he jumped onto the bed beside her and began playing with her asscheeks like a little boy making mud pies.
"Jesus, what a fucking behind!" he cackled, furiously working over the fleshy asscheeks with his strong fingers. "It sure as hell puts my wife's to shame!"
Don's reminder that each was married to another person caused Cindy to feel a momentary twinge of guilt, but her lonely, desperate lust for sex of any kind quickly got the better of her again when Don leaned over and began kissing the meaty, quivering cheeks of her voluptuous, naked ass. He fused his hot, trembling lips over the very center of her soft, round, left ass cheek like a tiny suction cup, inhaled a mouthful of the warm, tasty assflesh, and pressed down hard with his tongue, allowing it to explore the smooth, velvety texture of the creamy skin. Aside from the perpetually moist openings of the mouth and cunt, a girl's ass was probably the softest, most delicate part of her body, and Don soon became a drooling, growling animal as he attacked Cindy's lovely behind with his lips, teeth, and tongue.
"Nothing beats a well-shaped, young woman's ass!" he snarled, nipping at the hot, soft cheeks with his front teeth.
"Go to it, guy!" Cindy coaxed, arching her back and grinding her ass into Don's face.
For some inexplicable reason, Cindy always got a special thrill out of offering her naked ass to a man's mouth. She just loved the idea of lying nude on her stomach and allowing a guy to do whatever he wanted to do to her sexy little ass. Don was more than happy to provide her with that special thrill, and soon he had pulled her asscheeks apart with his hand and had inserted his tongue into her spicy, puckered asshole.
"Yeah, I love that!" Cindy screeched. "Ream me good--I need it! Boy, do I ever need it!"
She was right. It had been more than a week since she and Carl had last fucked, and now that there was an equally horny young man swabbing out her asshole with his tongue, she could feel her cunt rapidly coming to a boil as a powerful orgasm welled up inside her. A large, damp stain had formed on the bed underneath her crotch as a steady stream of powerful-smelling pussy lubricant poured from her hot, cock-starved cunt.
"Deeper, deeper!" Cindy begged. "Stick your tongue all the way up my ass!"
Always the gentleman, Don did his best to comply with the fair, young maiden's request. He began shifting his chin from side to side in Cindy's sultry asscrack, spreading her asscheeks even farther apart and allowing his tongue to worm way down into the recesses of her taut, stretched rear hole. The strong flavor of the sexy blonde's asshole burned on his probing tongue, stirring his senses into a frenzy of savage, wanton lust.
"Oh, shit--I can feel your tongue crawling right up inside me!" Cindy screamed. "God damn, what a fantastic ass-kisser you are!"
As Don's tongue burrowed deeper and deeper into Cindy's asshole, the pressure and tension this created down in her cunt quickly increased to the point where it was unbearable. A deep, throaty roar exploded from Cindy's lungs as an orgasm burst into flames within her cunt. Don could feel the telltale spasms of a climaxing cunt right through the membrane separating Cindy's asshole from her pussy, and he frantically jammed his left hand into her gooey pussy to help bring her off. His skilled fingers instantly located the quivering button of her clit, and he gave it a vicious squeeze that drove the randy, young wife totally berserk with ecstasy.
"Son of a bitch, I'm coming again!" Cindy screamed. "I don't fucking believe this!"
Don was having no trouble believing it. His hand was drenched right up to the wrist in slimy cunt-cum as burst after burst of the feminine liquid doused his intruding fingers. Meanwhile, his face was being pummeled like a prizefighter's as the passion-crazed blonde mashed his facial cheeks with her asscheeks and pinched his fully extended tongue with her muscular asshole.
"Don't stop, don't stop!" Cindy pleaded. "Make it last forever!"
Don would have been perfectly willing to rape Cindy's asshole with his tongue for as long as he could, but the fragile blonde's delicate body just wasn't up to the task. As a third orgasm erupted inside her wildly twitching cunt, she fell face-down onto the bed and started to bite the sheets in an effort to control the violent tempest of wanton sexual pleasure which gripped her soul.
Realizing that the randy, undersexed wife as on the verge of passing out, Don suddenly plucked his hand from her soupy cunt and abruptly jerked his tongue free from the tight confines of her meaty ass. Dizzy from sitting up so fast, he reeled backward on the bed and attempted to get a grip on himself while Cindy tried to recover from her mind-withering succession of explosive climaxes.
"Wow! If you react that way when a guy eats out your asshole, it'll be interesting to see what happens when you get a ten-inch cock shoved up your cunt!" Don chuckled when he managed to catch his breath.
Cindy didn't respond. She was still laid out facedown on the bed, panting and shaking.
"Hey, come on! Maybe you got off when I reamed out your asshole, but I didn't!" Don prodded. "I've still got a cock full of jizz to blow yet!" He punctuated his remarks by slapping Cindy playfully on the ass in an effort to bring her around.
That did the trick. Slowly the shapely, sweat-soaked blonde rolled over and smiled up wearily at her new lover. Her face was beet-red from the delightful ordeal she had just been through.
"Don't worry, baby--I haven't forgotten you!" she said at last. "It's just that you drive a woman so crazy that it takes her a while to recover!"
"Well you look plenty refreshed now, so what say I just slip my big, fat cock into your cunt and we'll crank it up again?" Don started to position himself between Cindy's legs as he spoke, but she stopped him.
"I'd like to do something that I've never tried before," she explained. "How would you like to give me a tit-fuck with that gigantic prick of yours?"
Don frowned at the suggestion at first, but his frown soon became a conspiratorial grin as he inspected Cindy's ample, buoyant tits.
"Sure, why not?" he laughed, crawling up over Cindy's body. He quickly positioned himself on his hands and knees with the tip of his prick resting at the base of Cindy's cleavage. Meanwhile, she propped her head up with a pillow to afford herself a head-on view of Don's huge prick.
"Ready?" he asked when they were both comfortably settled.
"Ready!" Cindy agreed, and the tit-fuck commenced.
Cindy's immediate reaction when she felt Don's smooth, sleek cock sliding between her two soft, squishy tits was one of disbelief--disbelief at how wonderful it felt, and disbelief that she had never thought to try this before. Two advantages of having a guy fuck her tits rather than her cunt soon became apparent. First of all, she could manipulate her tits with her hands, thus controlling the amount of friction that Don's cock received, and second, she could see Don's hot, stiff prick as it streaked toward her face.
"Damn, this was a good idea!" Don sighed, settling into a steady fucking motion. "Your tits feel softer than some of the cunts I've fucked!" . Cindy didn't answer. She was too busy craning her neck forward and opening her mouth to see if she could suck Don's cock while he fucked her tits. The sheer size of his mammoth prick made it an easy task.
"Shit, you're just full of good ideas, ain't ya?" Don exclaimed when he realized what was happening.
Now, while the lower half of his pulsating prick-shaft sawed back and forth between Cindy's tits, the upper half was being bathed by the rich, moist warmth of Cindy's sexy mouth. In addition, the . awkward position she had assumed in order to suck Don's cock was causing her to make a lot of slurping, clucking, gagging sounds that added to the thrill of this novel fuck.
Cindy was in heaven. What had begun as another lonely night at home had turned out to be a feast of decadent sexual pleasures. She realized that she probably wouldn't reach an orgasm by fucking Don with her tits and her mouth, but it was still providing her with some wonderful, subtle, sexual sensations just the same. She loved the way his huge, round cockhead felt and tasted as it plowed back and forth across her pulpy tongue, the way his steely prickshaft felt as it glided through the valley between her snowy, mountainous tits, and the way his gooey, low-hanging balls slapped against her tit-mounds at the conclusion of each stroke. Simply put, it just felt great to stimulate a man with her mouth and her tits simultaneously.
Don was getting quite a bang out of it, too. Fucking Cindy Jefferson was a dream come true! He had always peeked through her bedroom window when he walked past her house at night in the vain hope that he might catch a glimpse of her when she was undressing. Now he couldn't quite believe that he had not only seen her naked, but was also fucking her mouth and tits.
"God, what a gorgeous body!" he murmured appreciatively as he relentlessly jabbed his bulging cock between her flaccid tits and into her soft, fragrant mouth. "It oughta be a crime for a girl to be so beautiful and so horny at the same time!"
All he heard in reply were more loud sucking noises as Cindy continued to engulf his prick with her mouth.
"God, my cock feels like it's on fire!" Don continued. "Jesus, I just can't get over how great your tits and mouth feel on my prick!"
The fuse in his groin was lit, and it began to burn closer and closer to the explosive charge of orgasm as he gradually picked up the pace of his tit-fucking. Back and forth his monstrous prick went, first parting the delicate skin of Cindy's tits, then streaking across her drooling tongue almost to the back of her throat. They were fucking like a well-oiled machine now, as Cindy had timed her rhythm to match Don's. When he thrust his cock forward, she would crane her neck and undulate her lips across his prickhead and the upper half of his cock while she squeezed the lower half and his dangling balls with her tits. Then she would lean backwards, removing all but his tasty, mushroom-shaped cockhead from her mouth. At the same time she would release her tits and allow the lower half of his prick to slide back onto her stomach.
"Keep it up, baby. I can feel myself getting ready to come!" Don panted excitedly. Sweat was beginning to bead up on his forehead as his entire body grew warm in anticipation of his impending climax. "Just a coupla more thrusts oughta do it!"
Frantically he drove his cock down hard onto Cindy's chest, through her tender tits and into her mouth. His prick resembled a huge, fleshy torpedo as it streaked back and forth across the sensuous blonde's upper torso.
"Holy shit, I'm doing it... I'm coming!" Don roared.
He certainly was. Two weeks' worth of pent-up cum suddenly burst from his soft, bulbous cockhead and flooded the back of Cindy's throat. The sheer volume of the thick jism overwhelmed her, and she was forced to chug-a-lug the hot, masculine fluid in order to keep from choking. The violent contractions of Don's exploding prick created a peculiar sensation in her tits as the pulsing, fleshy cock expanded against the soft, sensitive walls of her tit-mounds. The feeling was strange, but it was an exciting new kick to have a ten-inch cock nestled between her tits and coming in her mouth at the same time.
Normally Don was a noisy comer, but tonight he purposely kept his yelling down to a minimum in order to hear the loud gulping sounds Cindy was making as she swallowed his jizz. The thought of such a beautifully built woman tasting his cum and feeling it slide down her throat was indeed a powerful stimulant, and the sound-effects really enhanced his already incredible feeling of orgasm.
"Eat me, eat me, eat me!" Don whistled softly between clenched teeth as he drained his balls into Cindy's mouth.
Squirt after squirt of thick, hot cream poured down Cindy's throat. It was easily the most jism she had ever consumed from a single cock, and she was about to gag on the sticky mess when Don suddenly collapsed, tearing his spent prick-hose from her cum-coated mouth. Cindy immediately pushed him off of her and began gasping for breath. She burped slightly, causing a little bit of Don's jizz to rise back up into her throat.
"Well, it looks like you ended up drinking alone after all!" Don chuckled when he had regained his composure.
I guess it all depends on how you look at it," Cindy panted in reply. "True, I was the only one drinking cum, but I wouldn't have had any cum to drink if you hadn't showed up!"
"Are you sure you actually drank it? It looks more like you washed your face with it!" Don teased.
He had a point. Some of his excess jism had spilled out onto Cindy's chin and had gotten smeared all over her face, giving it an unnatural, obscene sheen.
"Oh shit! I better remember to wash that off before Carl gets home!" she laughed, feeling her damp face.
"By the way, when do you expect him?" Don asked, a little worried.
"Oh, not for another hour at least," Cindy answered. "You know, for the first time since we were married, I'm actually glad he's working late. And if I had known how much fun cheating could be, I'd have tried it months ago!"
CHAPTER THREE
"So, I hear through the grapevine that you're not averse to a little screwing around on the side?"
The person doing the talking was a man that Cindy barely knew. His name was John Peterson, and he was a guest at a party that Cindy was attending with Carl several weeks after her encounter with Don James. Cindy had thought her evening in bed with Don had been innocent enough--she hadn't seen him since--but now she felt extremely apprehensive when she realized that word of her indiscretion had apparently spread to other acquaintances of Carl's.
"I... I don't know what you mean," she stammered, nervously fumbling with a cocktail napkin.
"Oh, come on now! I've never known my friends to lie!" John chuckled suavely. "And I've never known a pair of eyes as lonely and flirtatious as yours to lie, either! It's obvious that that husband of yours hasn't been able to give you the kind of loving you so truly need and deserve!"
Cindy quickly glanced around the room to make sure that Carl was out of earshot before she answered.
"I didn't realize it showed," she whispered meekly.
"Ha! You might as well wear a sandwich board that says 'Fuck me!' " John laughed, a little cruelly. "Here's my phone number," he continued, handing Cindy a slip of paper. "I'm free most evenings if you ever feel the need for a little, shall we say, 'male companionship.' " Cindy blankly accepted the piece of paper and slipped it into her purse. When she looked up, John had strolled away to mingle with some of the other guests. He didn't speak to her again the whole evening.
* * *
Cindy more or less forgot about her strange encounter with John Peterson until the following week. Then, one night after Carl phoned to say that he would be working late again, she found the crumpled slip of paper in her purse while she was searching for a handkerchief with which to dry her lonely, tear-stained eyes. Acting on an impulse spawned by sheer desperation, she dialed the number John had given her without even taking the time to think about what she was doing.
"So, I take it you've decided to accept my offer!" John chuckled when Cindy identified herself.
"You bet I have!" Cindy answered, trying to keep her voice on an even keel. "How quick can you get over here?"
"Baby, knowing that you'll be waiting for me with open arms, I'll be there immediately--if not sooner!"
As soon as she hung up the phone, Cindy hurried into the bedroom and took off her clothes. She was going to put on her slinkiest, sexiest negligee--the one that Carl adored--but then she decided she might as well go all the way and greet John at the door totally nude. Once she was undressed, she made her way to the front of the house and turned off all the lights so no one would be able to see her from the street when she answered the door naked. Her heart pounded with anticipation as she sat in the dark waiting for John to arrive.
Finally she heard a car pull into the driveway, followed moments later by the sound of heavy, masculine footsteps on the front porch. Her cunt was throbbing like a toothache as she scampered to answer the door.
"Come in," she murmured sexily, stepping back behind the door as she opened it.
John's eyes were unaccustomed to the darkness as he entered the house, but he was able to see that Cindy was naked as a jay-bird, nevertheless. Her pure, white skin radiated a luminous glow.
"Well, I can see I was right!" he exclaimed, a jolt of lusty excitement charging through his strong, virile body. "You are a horny little woman, aren't you?"
"You're damn right!" Cindy blurted. "Kiss me, you fool!"
She slammed the door closed with her left hand then practically jumped into John's arms, pressing her lips to his with a frantic, randy urgency. He was a little taken aback by Cindy's aggressiveness, but he quickly became caught up in the rising tide of passion himself as he tasted her sweet, lush lips.
Cindy couldn't believe how carried away she was getting as she kissed John like she had never kissed a man before. She pressed her warm, naked thighs against his as hard as she could and ground her bare pussy into his crotch while her hands explored his board, brawny shoulders. She could tell his up- per torso was extremely well-developed as she felt his steely muscles right through his jacket and shirt.
, John's hands encountered no such obstacles as they roamed up and down Cindy's smooth, bare back. His cock rapidly began to swell in his pants as his senses were assaulted by the incredible softness of Cindy's naked skin and the hot, heady fragrance of her feminine breath. His hands soon traveled down to her soft, quivering asscheeks, and, cupping one in each palm, he lifted her right off the floor and ground her cunt even harder against his crotch. To his utter amazement, the sultry, young blonde started coming.
"Oh God, what a man!" Cindy squealed as a burst of syrupy pussy juice gushed out of her cunt, soaking John's neatly pressed slacks. "What a touch... what a fucking touch!"
John had always thought he was pretty good with the ladies, but he never realized he was this good! He almost laughed as he continued to hoist Cindy up into the air, mashing her rubbery cunt-flaps against the front of his pants.
"That's it, baby--come! You need it!" he growled. His fingers had sunk very deeply into the doughy flesh of Cindy's ass, providing him with a secure grip with which to maneuver her wildly pounding pussy.
"Oh yes, take me!" Cindy yelped. "Fuck me hard!"
It felt as if John had opened a valve in her cunt just by holding her in his arms. She couldn't believe how much fluid was pouring out of her pussy as she ground it into the rough fabric of his slacks.
"Baby, just imagine how you're gonna feel when you actually get my big, stiff cock shoved up your cunt!" John growled, man-handling the petite blonde. He was hoisting her into the air like a rag doll, rubbing his crotch against hers and squeezing her asscheeks like modeling clay.
"Oh, you're so strong and muscular!" Cindy screeched. "God, how I need a man like you!"
"Well you got me!" John retorted, crushing her fragile frame against his.
In a matter of seconds the storm in Cindy's cunt subsided and she regained control of herself. Feeling a little embarrassed, she withdrew from John's embrace and straightened her silky, golden hair.
"I'm afraid I ruined your pants," she offered sheepishly.
"Don't worry, honey," John assured her. "If that greeting was any indication, this evening will be well worth the price of a pair of slacks. Now why don't we go into the bedroom and take it from the top?"
"Hmm, I like you already!" Cindy giggled.
When they reached the bedroom, Cindy flopped down on the bed and made herself comfortable while John undressed. He stripped off his jacket and his shirt in a flash, exposing his hairy, muscular chest and bulging arms. His biceps and shoulders alternately flexed and relaxed as he removed his pants and his shoes, providing a spectacle that quickly rekindled the smoldering flames of desire in Cindy's cunt.
"Wow, you got some muscles on you!" Cindy cooed, anxious to feel John's hairy, masculine body against her.
"And you still haven't seen the biggest, meatiest muscle of all!" John replied, pointing at his crotch. His thin, cotton briefs held the promise of an enormous cock, as they were obviously straining to withhold the substantial bulk of his swollen prick.
"Well come on--let's see it!" Cindy coaxed, licking her chops.
John obliged happily, slipping his undershorts down to his feet in one smooth, fluid motion. When he straightened up, Cindy could see that his cock more than lived up to his promise. It was about the same length as Don's, but it was at least an inch or two fatter. It throbbed slightly as it continued to fill with blood, and a single drop of clear pre-cum glistened at the very tip.
"Well, with your big, stiff cock and my hot, wet cunt, I think we're gonna get along just fine!" Cindy purred.
"I'll go along with that!" John laughed, kneeling down on the bed. Then, fixing his gaze on Cindy's moist, twitching pussy, he added, "But your cunt looks so mouth-watering, I'd like to lick it a little before I fuck it!"
"Be my guest!" Cindy responded, leaning back on the bed and spreading her legs to afford John plenty of head room. ""And why don't you swing your feet up this way so I can gnaw on that big cock of yours while you eat me out?"
"Baby, you just read my mind!" John snickered, sliding along the bed until his cock was pointing directly at Cindy's young, angelic face.
"Wow, your prick looks even bigger close up!" Cindy exclaimed, wrapping her slim, dainty fingers around the base of the turgid cockshaft.
After moistening her lips with her tongue, she popped the spongy prick tip into her mouth and began to suck it slowly and gently, exploring the contoured underside and the fleshy ridge of the crown. The saliva instantly welled up in her mouth as the familiar flavor of a swollen cockhead and a salty glob of pre-cum danced enticingly across her tastebuds.
At the same time, John buried his handsome, rugged face in Cindy's crotch and began eating her out, thus completing the sixty-nine position. He separated her glistening pussyflaps with his thumbs and inserted his tongue into the slimy opening of her cuntmouth, lapping up the remnants of the musky cum she had oozed when she creamed against his pants in the hallway.
John had plenty of facial hair, and Cindy quickly discovered that this was a distinct plus. His long, wiry sideburns scratched her creamy inner thighs as he pressed his face down into her crotch, and his thick, woolly mustache tickled her sensitive cuntlips as he kissed her runny pussy.
Egged on by the warm, prickly sensation radiating through her crotch, Cindy decided to try and take all of John's imposing cock into her mouth. She opened her jaws wide and began to worm her face down into his crotch, proceeding slowly and feeding his fat, flesh prickshaft into her mouth a little at a time. At about the halfway point she started gagging when his fat cockhead slipped into her throat, but she was determined to keep going until she had taken his entire cock into her mouth. She paused momentarily to allow the taut, sensitive muscles of her throat to relax somewhat, then she continued on her merry way, sinking more and more of John's meaty prickshaft into her gaping mouth.
After several minutes of choking and straining, Cindy finally succeeded in cramming every last inch of John's incredible cock into her mouth. Since no other girl had ever done this before, John was truly amazed when he felt the horny blonde's undulating lips brushing against the loose, hairy skin of his ball bag. He pulled his mouth away from her tasty cunt and glanced down at his crotch in disbelief. Sure enough, Cindy had completely swallowed his prick! All he could see was her pretty blonde head pressed flat against his thighs and nuts.
"Give that lady a cigar!" he exclaimed. "On second thought, skip the cigar. With my entire cock in her mouth, there can't be much room left over for anything else!"
With Cindy doing such a good job sucking his cock, John felt obligated to give her the best muff-dive of her life in return. He took a deep breath, then, sticking his tongue out as hard and straight as he could, he began an all-out assault on Cindy's tender pussy. His rigid tongue plowed into her pliable cuntmeat like a hot knife cutting through butter, causing the cock-sucking blonde to flinch violently. High-pitched, muffled cries of pleasure emanated from John's crotch as Cindy whimpered from the heat of his oral attack was creating in her compact body.
His long, agile tongue spun like a lathe, whipping the flow of cunt juice, which was streaming from the open wound of her pussy, into a hot, tasty lather. Her thigh muscles flexed convulsively, and her cuntlips quivered and quaked uncontrollably as John continued to work his tongue deeper and deeper into her glistening, resilient pussy sleeve.
Down at the other end of the hot 'n nasty sixty-nine, Cindy had increased the pace dramatically as her temperature continued to rise. Her throat muscles had loosened up to the point where she would quite easily jam the upper third of John's spit-covered cock into her windpipe. Her head was now bobbing up and down like a piston, and her velvety-smooth lips glided up and down the entire length on John's bulging prickshaft. Her jaws ached from the strain of accommodating the unbelievable girth of his monstrous cock, but the fire down in her cunt made Cindy oblivious to the pain. All she could feel was a tongue skittering across the raw surface of her cunt, and a speeding cock plowing across her laving tongue.
Finally John located the tiny bud of her clit with his slithering tongue, and Cindy's body exploded into a bone-jarring climax. A gasket blew deep within her molten pussy, triggering a fresh deluge of slimy cunt-cum. She crushed John's meaty prick with her molars and jerked him off with her tongue in an attempt to control the raging fury of her orgasm, but her efforts were futile. She writhed on the bed like a wounded animal, growling and roaring and drooling all over the fleshy prickshaft which was crammed so tightly down her throat.
And still John continued to lick her saucy cunt. He had hit his stride now, and he eagerly bore even deeper into the wet, yawning opening of Cindy's naked pussy. He was like a boxer who has his opponent trapped on the ropes, continually battering Cindy's helpless, exposed clit with his skilled tongue.
The strong taste of her gushing juices only increased his desire, making him even hungrier for the flavor and texture of a bare, climaxing, female crotch. His fingernails dug deeply into the meaty muscles of her thighs, and his thumbs kept her slippery cuntflaps securely folded back, out of the way.
Cindy felt almost as if she was dreaming as she bobbed her head up and down crazily on John's stiff, unyielding cock. Her mouth felt raw from having the tremendous bulk of his swollen prick rubbing so hard against it, and she longed for the hot, slippery feeling and flavor of male cum.
It wasn't long in coming. As a second climax erupted within her jammy cunt, Cindy suddenly felt John's prickshaft expand to a tremendous size within her already cramped mouth. For a moment she thought her jaws would break, but just as suddenly John's prick relaxed and a thick, hot jet of milky cum spurted against the chafed, aching walls of her throat. She could feel the warm, masculine jelly pumping up from his dangling balls and coursing through the cum-tube on the underside of his prick and it was a welcome relief when the soothing cream finally rushed full-force into her hungry, sucking mouth.
John shook as if he was being electrocuted while he came. The ecstatic feeling of orgasm heightened his senses and made Cindy's naked pussy look even bigger and redder and wetter than ever before. He withdrew his tongue and inhaled a mouthful of her juicy cuntmeat, determined to swallow not only her cum, but her whole pussy, if he could.
"Eeaahh... I love cunt!" was all he was able to scream with a mouthful of pussy.
And, although she wasn't able to say so, Cindy loved cock. The timing of John's climax was perfect, as the powerful contractions of his spurting cock coincided exactly with the wild spasms in her cunt. It felt almost as if she was coming into her own mouth. But of course, male cum tastes different than female cum, and that fact was reaffirmed with each fresh squirt of jism that shot into her gulping mouth. The potent taste and aroma of John's milky cum made Cindy's head spin as it overwhelmed her senses with its presence.
"Eat me! Blow me! Suck me off!" John chanted, still holding one of Cindy's squishy cuntlips between his teeth.
He pursed his lips tightly around the ragged pussyflap and pressed down hard against the slimy surface with the tip of his tongue, setting off little fires of delight all over Cindy's quaking body. She was breathing hard through ,,her nose, and her warm, humid breath tickled the pliant, supple skin of John's nut sac.
She's got my fucking cock right down her fucking throat! was the only thought in John's mind as he spat out her meaty cuntlip and lanced her oozing pussy dead-center with his tongue. The silky membranes of her inner cunt yielded easily to his advancing tongue, enveloping it in a blanket of pure, feminine warmth. The flow of juices from the luscious pussy seemed endless, as stream after stream of love sauce cascaded down into John's handsome face.
And once again John's slithering tongue speared Cindy's throbbing clit with deadly accuracy, touching off still another explosion of orgasmic pleasure within her reeling mind. A deep, guttural roar rushed from her lungs, summing up her feelings better than mere words ever could. The flow of jism from John's spurting cock had finally ceased, but Cindy still held it firmly in her mouth, rolling the now-flaccid prick-hose on her tongue like a huge wad of male-flavored gum.
After what seemed like an eternity, John finally plucked his tongue from the pasty interior of Cindy's rubbery cunt. The chaotic thunder of orgasm suddenly ended inside her brain, and she spat his wilted cock from her mouth and began gasping for air. Her entire body felt totally burnt-out from having so many intensely vivid climaxes.
But Cindy wasn't finished yet. And neither was John.
"Jesus, you give good head!" he panted, smiling up at her sweaty, radiant face.
"So do you!" Cindy breathed.
"Are you as good at fucking as you are at sucking cock?" John asked hopefully.
"You'll soon find out!" she replied with a grin.
It wasn't humanly possible for John to get it up so soon after such a devastating climax, so in the meantime he settled for a little necking with the sultry, voluptuous blonde. Pivoting on his hip, he swung his body around so that he was now lying beside Cindy's beautiful, naked form. He smiled warmly and placed his hand affectionately on her cheek as he gazed into the lush, brown pools of her eyes.
"How do you keep yourself so goddamn beautiful?" he whispered softly.
"Oh, the usual ways," Cindy shrugged. "I take good care of myself 'cause I realize men are attracted to pretty blondes like flies to honey!"
"Damn, you really love to get fucked, don't you?" John asked with a smile.
"Uh-huh!" Cindy giggled, nuzzling his dark, whisker-bristled neck with her nose.
John leaned back and shut his eyes, sighing contentedly. While Cindy nibbled gently on his neck, he slid his left hand down across her right shoulder to her arm, then over to her huge, snowy tits. He kept his hand open as he pressed it to the buoyant globes of tit-flesh, kneading" them like cookie dough. He positioned the heel of his hand directly over her pointed right nipple, then he ground it down hard onto the delicate, white tit, flattening it out and sending shivers down Cindy's spine. At last he closed his fingers around the billowy tit-mound, poking and scratching it lightly with his nails.
While John felt up her tits, Cindy slowly crept up over his chin with her searing lips until her mouth claimed his in a steamy, lust-inspired kiss. Her right hand brushed against his hairy, muscular thighs as she shifted her position on the bed, and instinctively she began groping for his cock. It was still soft and flexible when she took it in her slender fingers, but that changed in a hurry as the intensity of their kiss increased. As the blood rushed into John's prick and it began to stiffen, Cindy slowly began jerking him off, skillfully coaxing the fleshy tool into another hard-on.
"You've got the touch, kid!" John moaned as he felt a renewed, horny vitality coursing through his veins.
"You're not too shabby with your hands, either!" Cindy answered, referring to the thorough massage John was giving her heaving tits.
As soon as Cindy had succeeded in getting John up again, she wanted to feel his huge, pulsating cock inside her perpetually randy cunt. In preparation for the glorious moment of entry, she flopped down onto her back and kicked her legs apart.
"Are you ready to fuck the living daylights out of me?" she murmured sensuously.
"Open up your cunt, 'cause I'm coming in!" John growled, grasping his flushed, purple cock in his hand. He wriggled over between her invitingly spread thighs, leaned forward, and pressed his bulbous cockhead against her mushy outer cuntlips.
"Oh shit, I can't wait!" Cindy yelped the instant John's prick made contact with her pussy. She thrust her hips upward, stretching the meaty lips of her cunt far enough apart for John to slide the tip of his prick into her moistened pussy hole, then she relaxed and allowed him to sink the entire ten inches of his prick into her pussy.
"Ahhh, that feels mighty damn good!" John sighed when his monstrous cock struck bottom.
"God, it's so big!" Cindy marveled. "I can feel it stretching my pussy with its length and hardness!"
John's cock had felt tingly and raw after the ravenous sucking Cindy had given it, but the soft, moist interior of her swampy cunt instantly soothed it and made it throb with lust. He shuddered as he felt her tender pussy lining shifting and settling around his turgid prickshaft, and then he began the characteristic in-and-out fucking motions that Cindy had so desperately craved.
"And away we go!" John laughed, withdrawing almost the entire length of his prick from Cindy's soupy cunt.
"Hot damn, that's it!" Cindy squealed. "Put it to me, lover!"
John then did just that, ramming his cock home in the young, blonde wife's wet, gaping cunt with one sharp, sudden thrust of his hips. A power surge of lust shot through Cindy's nervous system when his spongy cockhead bore down into her pussy like a diver knifing into the water.
"You love it, don't you?" John asked, breathing heavily. "You just love to feel my cock in your cunt!"
"Oh, yes, yes, I do!" Cindy whimpered. "It's so big and fat and hard--I love it!"
These were not the mere mindless babblings of a woman out of her mind with desire. Cindy really did love the way a big cock like John's felt inside her pussy. The methodical thrusts of his mammoth prick had a hypnotic effect on her, simultaneously relaxing her and stirring her senses into a frenzy. She glance down over her mountainous tits at her crotch and was stimulated still further by the sight of John's hairy, muscular frame melting against hers, then peeling off again as he prepared to make another surge. She was totally mesmerized by the way his prick looked as it pistoned in and out of her receptive cunt, and the way his balls looked as they bounced crazily to and fro.
"What a beautiful pussy--snug and slippery, just the way I like it!" John murmured. "And your tits aren't half bad, either. In fact, they made a good set of handles!"
To illustrate the point, John cupped a hand over each of Cindy's squishy tits and began to use them for support as he increased the speed of his thrusts while varying the angle of penetration. He squeezed her warm, fluffy tits as he fucked downward, then he tugged them back up again as he withdrew his prick, tweaking her rosy nipples as he did so.
"In and out, in and out, in and out!" Cindy sang, narrating the slow, comfortable fuck.
Her lower belly seemed to swell each time John's immense cock bore into her juice-slicked cunt, then her muscles relaxed as he pulled his cock out again. His thrusts were calm and steady, keeping his prick in constant motion but making the inexorable build-up toward a mutual climax a gradual, savory affair.
"God, you're really built!" Cindy wheezed.
She had her arms wrapped tightly around John's athletic body, and she could feel the muscles in his shoulders rippling like waves of masculinity. She slowly swept her hands downward across his broad back until they came to rest on his beefy asscheeks. A thrill of desire shuddered through her sleek, feline body each time the twin cheeks of his ass clenched and relaxed in time with his relentlessly fucking cock.
"Soft, so soft... " John breathed, bending down his head to kiss Cindy's bare, delectable neck. He kept his arms folded underneath his chest, continually fondling her creamy, supple tits.
Cindy's clit was hot and firm, brushing against John's cock with every stroke. Each thrust of his mammoth prick fanned the flames in her crotch a little higher, as another explosive orgasm began welling up inside her lovely, young body.
"Ooo, I'm gonna come soon!" she panted. "How 'bout you?"
"Don't worry about me, honey," John replied.
"If you wanna come, go right ahead!"
"I think... I just might... do that!" Cindy gasped.
And then, sure enough, she did. She kicked her legs into the air when her climax struck, wrapping them tightly around John's thighs. She also started gyrating her hips so that his cock was spiraling into her greasy cunt.
"Oh shit, you're so good!" she howled. "Fuck me, lover--come on, harder!"
John made every effort to accommodate her, picking up the pace of his assault on her gooey cunt until his cock was just a blur as it sped in and out of the wet, pink opening. Cindy's pussy went into convulsions as she came, dousing his chugging cock with her hot, slippery juices.
"Oh Christ, you're the best!" she wailed. "I love to be fucked by you!"
Sweat was beading up on the sultry blonde's forehead as she thrashed around on the bed, squeezing every drop of pleasure from her fiery climax. Strands of silky blonde hair clung to her face and danced exotically on the pillow, filling John's soul with a deep, primitive desire. He was now looking directly into Cindy's eyes, thoroughly enjoying her reaction to his skillful fucking.
"Feel my cock screwing into your cunt?" he growled. "I know you do, 'cause I can feel your tight little pussy going crazy!"
"Oh yes, it's going crazy!" Cindy echoed. "Don't stop--keep it up!" John had every intention of keeping it up, as he still had a load of cum to blow into the hot, damp cavern of Cindy's cunt. He could feel a sensation of raw, masculine power surging through his muscles as he fucked onward toward his own climax, and he was determined to set Cindy off again at precisely the same moment. He slowed the pace briefly until it appeared as if her thunderous climax might blow over, then he fucked her cunt savagely with five hard, vicious strokes of his prick, triggering the dual orgasm he was seeking.
"Oh God, here I go again!" Cindy screamed, raking her long, sharp nails across his broad back.
"And here I go, too!" John answered. "Right... now!"
His cock suddenly swelled to its maximum size with a load of milky cum, then it blew up, spewing the thick, hot liquid all over Cindy's juice-saturated pussy.
"Give it to me!" Cindy yelped. "Fill my fucking cunt to the brim with your wonderful fucking jizz!"
She rolled her eyes and twisted her body beneath John's, temporarily insane with the chaotic ecstasy of orgasm. All the needles in her mind went right off the scale as her pulsating clit was stimulated to the maximum by John's erupting prick.
"Suck my cock with your cunt!" John bellowed, driving his prick into her sizzling pussy with all the strength he could muster.
The sheer beauty of Cindy's delectable body, the warmth of her cunt, and her wildly enthusiastic response to his aggressive fucking lifted John to new heights of orgasmic delight. She was the sexiest woman he had ever fucked, and with the lights still on in the bedroom, he could see her lovely, nude body plain as day while he came.
Burst after burst of jism sprang from John's nuts into Cindy's cunt. His big prick displaced a substantial portion of the milky cum as it continued to bore into her spastic pussy, causing some of the gooey liquid to spill over the rim and stream down her inner thighs. Cindy dug her fingernails into John's back as she came, holding on for dear life. Time seemed to stand still during the few brief moments it took for John to shoot his thick wad of jism.
"Holy shit, you're incredible!" the desperate, cheating wife shrieked. "I love your cock!"
As always, the brief, intense storm of their simultaneous climax passed all too quickly, and John collapsed on top of Cindy. All the strength had been taken out of their muscles during the explosive finale to their inspired fuck, paralyzing them both for several minutes.
"So, on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate me?" John queried after they recovered.
"A perfect ten--one for each inch of your cock!" Cindy answered, not without an effort. Her body felt tired and sore, but it was a pleasantly fatigued feeling. "And I'm really glad your friend Don has such a big mouth!" she added, referring to the fact that had been Don James' boasts to John that had brought the two together.
"Yeah, I'll have to remember to thank Don the next time I see him," John chuckled. "For once one of his 'hot tips' paid off!"
"You got the only hot tip I care about!" Cindy replied. She removed John's spent cock from her cunt and squeezed his damp, tacky prick tip for emphasis.
"Well you can have my hot tip any time you want it!" John continued. "My offer of 'male companionship' is good indefinitely!"
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind!" Cindy laughed. "You know, I think this cheating business could really get to be habit-forming!"
CHAPTER FOUR
The word was out. Cindy Jefferson was a lonely, horny young wife who wasn't getting enough cock from her overworked husband and was perfectly willing to look elsewhere for a replacement. During the next several weeks she had numerous encounters with both Don James and John Peterson, sometimes in the evening and sometimes in the afternoon. They referred her to a few other guys they knew who were looking for a hot piece of ass, and it soon got to the point where Cindy was fucking two or three men at one time. At long last, she had enough cock to keep her satisfied.
Then one afternoon something strange happened. Hearing a knock at the front door, Cindy rushed to answer it, fully expecting to greet one of her new male sex partners. Instead she was met by the sight of a tall, slender, dark-haired girl in her late twenties. The woman was a stranger, and Cindy immediately assumed she was a saleswoman or a solicitor of some sort.
"Can I help you?" Cindy asked, smiling pleasantly.
"Yes, I believe you can," the striking brunette answered. "You're Cindy Jefferson, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am," Cindy replied, a little puzzled. "And you are?"
"Joan Davis." She paused momentarily, sizing Cindy up with a close, scrutinizing stare before dropping her bombshell. "I'm John Peterson's girlfriend."
Panic instantly gripped Cindy's body, causing her heart to flutter and her temples to pound like thunder. Had this beautiful, statuesque brunette come to scratch Cindy's eyes out for fucking around with her boyfriend?
"Hey, look, I can explain," Cindy stammered, apprehensively wringing her hands. "I... I... don't deny that I know John, but he never mentioned that he had a steady girlfriend, or I never would have--"
"Oh yes you would!" Joan laughed. "No woman can resist John if he decides he wants to fuck her. I mean, I couldn't, so why should I expect you to be any different?"
Cindy was relieved by Joan's reassuring manner, but she was still a little perplexed.
"I don't understand," she answered cautiously. "If you know all about John and me and you don't mind, why are you here?"
"If you'll allow me to come in, I'll explain everything," Joan replied with an odd smile.
Cindy still felt a little uneasy about the whole situation, but she invited Joan into her living room. Cindy sat on the couch and offered the larger, more comfortable chair to Joan, but to her surprise, the tall, raven-haired beauty chose to sit on the couch beside her. Then, to further increase Cindy's bewilderment, Joan loosened the top three buttons of her own dark, silky blouse.
"There! Now that I'm more comfortable, I can start to explain," she began, curling her shapely legs up underneath her ass on the sofa. "John told me about you right after the first time he fucked you. He said you were just a lonely chick who needed a cock."
Startled by Joan's bluntness, Cindy squirmed uncomfortably on the couch.
"And from what Johnny's told me, you're quite the little piece of ass!" Joan continued. "He said you can even get his entire cock into your mouth when you suck him off!"
Cindy's face flushed crimson with embarrassment. "I really don't see where this conversation is leading," she mumbled, avoiding the other girl's gaze.
"Okay, I'll get to the point!" Joan laughed. "Well, I just figured that any girl who's as horny as you seem to be probably isn't very particular about when she fucks, how she fucks... or who she fucks." Joan grinned meaningfully as she delivered her spiel, giving Cindy her first inkling of what was about to come. "And it just so happens that I'm a girl who doesn't always restrict herself to the male sex when it comes to fucking, if you know what I mean!" As she concluded her pitch, Joan reached over and placed her hand on Cindy's, leaving no doubt as to what she was driving at.
Cindy instantly recoiled in honor, frightened and repulsed. "Hey, look, lady, I don't know what you've heard, but I'm definitely not a lezzie!" she snarled.
"Not yet, you mean!" Joan laughed, undaunted. She slithered along the couch and enveloped the smaller, weaker blonde in her long, surprisingly powerful arms. "You know what they say: Try it, you'll like it!"
Despite her fear and revulsion, Cindy could feel a positive response to Joan's embrace deep within her body. Her pulse quickened just a little and her cunt began to secrete juices as the seductive, hauntingly beautiful stranger drew her lips close to Cindy's ear, fogging up her senses with a cloud of warm, fragrant breath.
"This is insane!" Cindy protested, trying to come to terms with the strange, conflicting emotions which were bubbling up inside her.
"I hate to be pushy, but it seems to be the only way to get some girls to allow themselves to discover just how good a lesbian fuck can be," Joan explained. "So all I ask is just one simple favor: Kiss me once, then let your feeling dictate whether or not you'd like me to go down on you!"
Without waiting for a reply, Joan pressed her full, red, glistening lips to Cindy's and flicked out her tongue in an electrifying french kiss. She knew right away she had Cindy when the petite blonde parted her own lips to allow the other girl's tongue to enter her mouth. Seconds later Cindy wrapped her arms around Joan's body and began returning her kiss with almost as much passion and desire as the experienced brunette. The powerful embrace and steamy kiss lasted several minutes, as Cindy quickly made up her mind that she did indeed enjoy kissing another woman.
"I take it that's a yes!" Joan laughed when Cindy finally paused to catch her breath.
"Uh, yeah, I suppose it is," Cindy replied somewhat sheepishly. She still couldn't quite accept the fact that she enjoyed kissing another woman.
"Good!" Joan answered, clapping her hands together in delight. "And if you liked the way I kissed your mouth, you'll just love the way I'm going to kiss your pussy!"
Cindy's cuntlips twitched spasmodically at the thought of the gorgeous, dark-skinned older woman eating her out.
"Pretty nice tits you got there!" Joan crooned admiringly. She then aggressively slipped her hand up under Cindy's casual tee shirt until she was feeling the large, ample mounds of tit-flesh through a snug, overstuffed bra. "And would you care to feel me? They're not as big as yours, but they've got a lovely texture!"
With her free hand, Joan seized Cindy's right wrist and guided her small, dainty fingers up to the open neck of her blouse. Cindy's reflexes took over at that point, and she mechanically slithered her hand under the dark, slinky material of the pretty brunette's blouse. Joan was only wearing a half-cup bra, which allowed Cindy to get her hot little hand onto the stranger's average-sized but nicely shaped tits with a minimum of effort.
Up to that point Joan had displayed the calm, collected attitude of an instructor, but her passion began to flare up as her new student quickly got the hang of groping another woman's tits. The elegant brunette gave a little cry of delight, then she leaned forward and began kissing Cindy against while they felt each other up. Joan soon succeeded in getting her hand underneath Cindy's bra, so that each was feeling the other's warm, bare tits.
Cindy's mind reeled as she drank in the lush, rich sweetness of Joan's tart, ripe mouth. There were no harsh, abrasive whiskers to scratch her face while she kissed her partner, only the soft, cottony texture of fine female skin. The scent of Joan's dark, shiny hair, the taste of her lips, and the feel of her round, firm tits all made Cindy that much more aware of her own femininity. It was sort of like masturbating, but the presence of another woman added a new, exciting dimension.
Just as Cindy was really starting to enjoy the taste of Joan's lips and the feeling of another woman's soft, feminine fingers on her heaving tits, the sexy brunette suddenly peeled her mouth away from Cindy's and withdrew her hand from her shirt. But Cindy's lust desire instantly made another huge leap when Joan bent down her head and started kissing Cindy's tightly-packed crotch. The randy, blonde wife was still wearing her house slacks and panties, but these obstructions did little to diminish the feeling of Joan's sweet, wet mouth on Cindy's hot, tingling cunt.
"Oh yes, I want it!" Cindy squealed. "I want you to lick my crotch!"
Cindy's slacks and panties were soon sopping wet from the combination of Joan's drooling saliva on the outside and her own seeping juices on the inside. Her cunt felt stifled and she longed to expose her twitching pussy to the open air and Joan's skilled tongue.
"Here, just let me pull my pants down... please!" she panted, staying Joan's head with her hands.
She quickly unbuckled her slacks, then, sliding her thumbs under the waistband of both her jeans and her panties, she tugged them down to her knees in one frantic motion. At last her raw, quivering cunt was naked, exposed to the eyes of a horny brunette who was anxious to do a little muff-diving.
"Umm, nice!" Joan cooed, inspecting the fresh, red meat of Cindy's oozing pussy. A cloud of musky pussy scent wafted into her face as the puddles of cunt juice which had collected in Cindy's panties released their telltale fragrance.
Stirred up by the pungent aroma, Joan combed her fingers through the fleecy, blonde tuft of Cindy's cunthair and prepared to eat her out. She stuck out her long, graceful tongue and poked the tip of it tentatively into a stream of glistening pussy oil which was smeared on Cindy's inner thighs. Then she withdrew it and smacked her lips, sampling the attractive blonde's feminine lubricant.
"Tasty!" Joan announced approvingly. "I see what John means when he says you've got an exceptionally sweet pussy!" Joan then made a few more laps around Cindy's quaking thighs, licking up the excess droplets of juice but pointedly avoiding the tender, pink meat of her glistening cunt-hole. Cindy couldn't stand the suspense any longer.
"Come on, don't be such a tease!" she pleaded. "Lick my cunt before I explode!"
Joan responded not with words, but with one quick, deft movement of her tongue. She drew the tip of her agile tongue straight across Cindy's smooth, supple thighs and plunged it directly into the center of her delicately parted cunt. The young blonde's body immediately turned to jelly.
"Oh fuck, that feels great!" Cindy cried, churning her hips convulsively. She lifted her legs into the air and frantically kicked her jeans and her panties all the way off, leaving her totally nude from the waist down. "Take it, take my fucking pussy!" She wailed, toppling over onto her side. She then flopped onto her back and opened her legs wide, giving Joan total access to her raw, naked cunt.
All during Cindy's wild thrashing, Joan kept her mouth glued to the mushy opening of the passion-inflamed blonde's pussy. Then when Cindy was finally lying on her back with her legs all the way apart, the experienced brunette really pulled out all the stops. She plunged two fingers from each hand into Cindy's hot, wet cunt and folded back the twin flaps of her glistening pussy. Now the moist, cavernous interior of the blonde's anxious-to-be-eaten cunt was open to a full-scale oral attack.
"Go for it--bite my clit!" Cindy implored, offering her red, yawning pussy to Joan's mouth.
Joan was already prepared to do just that. She stretched Cindy's elastic pussy lining as far apart as she could with her slender fingers, then she plowed face-first into the dripping cunt, straining her neck in an effort to reach the quivering acorn of the blonde's clit with her front teeth. Finally she was able to take the fleshy nub between her lips, then she released the resilient cunt walls and allowed them to collapse around her drooling, greedy mouth.
"That's the ticket!" Cindy bellowed. "Suck my fucking clit off--and make a little noise!"
Joan immediately complied with both of Cindy's requests. She sucked inward as hard as she could, creating a vacuum around the gristly button of Cindy's clit. This sucking action also caused Cindy's cuntmeat to pucker up, creating a loud, raspy, slurping sound in the process. Shivers of ticklish delight danced all across the beautiful, naked blonde's radiant skin.
"Suck, suck, suck!" Cindy barked, gyrating her hips wildly. She knew she didn't have far to go before she reached Orgasm City.
Joan sucked on Cindy's hot, throbbing clit until her cheeks ached and her breath ran short. Then she squirted the slimy little clit-pit out from between her lips like a watermelon seed and began laving away at the goopy interior of Cindy's pussy with her plump, pulpy tongue.
"Lick, lick, lick!" Cindy chanted, enjoying the licking just as much as she had enjoyed the sucking.
Joan used her tongue like a scalpel as she reamed out Cindy's pussy, neatly separating her tattered cuntlips exactly in the middle, then pressing down hard against the ripe, satiny inner walls of the sultry blonde's gleaming cunt. Cindy's splayed pussyflaps fluttered uncontrollably each time the brunette changed the direction on her constantly twirling tongue. Beads of Cindy's salty cunt juice clung to Joan's chin, cheeks, and upper lip, giving her already glowing face a dazzlingly erotic sheen.
"Ooo! Get ready--I'm gonna come in your face!" Cindy suddenly screamed. She grabbed Joan's bouncing brunette head in her hands and drove it down against the pasty, rubbery exterior of her smoldering cunt, triggering a mind-numbing climax.
"Here I go--take it! Drink my cum!" Cindy wailed as the dam in her pussy burst, unleashing its reservoir of golden, fishy cunt-cum. "Lick me, bitch, lick me!"
Nude from the waist down and with a sexy brunette head buried between her legs, Cindy looked truly demented as she came. Her whole body shook like a vibrator, causing her long, blonde hair to swirl around on the couch like a golden cyclone and her large, full tits to jiggle like a couple of ripe melons inside her clingy tee shirt. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, revealing her wet, red tongue and a set of gleaming, ivory teeth. A few trickles of spit ran down her chin, a low moan emanated from her throat, and deep lines furrowed her forehead.
"Deeper, deeper!" Cindy begged. "Rip my fucking cunt open with your tongue... oh, I wanna come forever!"
Joan had gone down on numerous other women, but none of them had ever reacted quite like this! Cindy's cunt held far more juice than Joan would have believed possible, and it was beating almost like a heart as it climaxed wildly into her face. The dishy brunette was swirling her tongue around the cherry-red opening of Cindy's pussy like a kid eating an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, frantically trying to keep up with the deluge of musky, syrupy, feminine discharge. The heat and humidity were almost unbearable down between Cindy's warm, well-toned thighs, and Joan felt a little light-headed from all the excitement.
Cindy's sweltering body was bathed in sweat as her climax rolled through it like a violent summer thunderstorm. She grabbed the hem of her flapping tee shirt and tugged it up to her tits in a desperate attempt to provide some relief for her overheated belly. All the while she continued writhing on the couch, and her creamy, exposed stomach shimmied like a snake as she churned her hips in an orgasmic frenzy.
"Eat me, cunt!" she snarled. "Eat my fucking pussy for lunch!"
Joan's ears felt hot and swollen from having Cindy's firm inner thighs chafing against them, and her face was a sticky mess from all the pussy-cum which was splashing into it. But she was determined to keep her spiraling tongue firmly implanted in Cindy's pliant cunt until she had licked up all the juice. By this time her nose was resting in the parting at the top of the fiery blonde's pussy-crevice, and her lips and chin were pressed deeply into the saucy, red opening of her cunt. The splayed, twitching pussy-folds massaged her face as they expanded and contracted, spewing out their slimy load of girly oil.
"Oh, you're the best!" Cindy howled, collapsing onto the couch. She had a habit of screaming "You're the best!" every time she was eaten out because each new climax seemed better and more exciting than the one before. The orgasm brought on by Joan's experienced tongue was no exception, and as always, Cindy felt totally drained when it was over.
"Jesus, that was some kiss!" she groaned, releasing her leghold on Joan's head. "I felt like I sprayed a gallon of juice!"
"I think you did!" Joan agreed, wiping her wet, glistening face with her equally soaked hand. She plucked a few blonde, wiry cunthairs off her tongue and then sat back on the couch, almost as tired as Cindy. With her flushed cheeks, cuni-smeared face, and tousled brown hair, it seemed peculiar that she was still fully-clothed.
"Shit, I'm roasting!" Cindy sighed, pulling her shirt up over her head. "You must be burning up inside those clothes!"
"Yeah, I am!" Joan laughed. "My panties are drenched. You got me so turned-on that I almost came in my drawers!"
"Well why don't you get undressed?" Cindy urged.
She had her shirt off by this time and was now fumbling with her bra strap. The confining undergarment finally came away, leaving her completely naked. She flung the elastic bra away and settled back on the couch, pleasantly weary. Her spent cunt felt like an overworked muscle between her meaty thighs.
"You're really a pretty girl," Joan purred, eying Cindy's lovely, naked frame. "I'm afraid my body can't compete with yours, but I'm gonna strip naked anyway. I'm dying to come on your sexy little face!"
Joan then stood up and started undoing the remaining buttons on her fluffy black blouse. Cindy had seen girls undress plenty of times before and had never been aroused in the least, but there was an aura about this darkly beautiful, sensuous older woman that made the young blonde's pussy ache with desire as she watched her mentor strip.
Her heartbeat increased dramatically when Joan removed her slinky top, revealing her soft, round shoulders and firm, dark-skinned belly. Her size 34 tits were lifted nicely by a lacy, half-cup black bra, which gave them a well-defined, inviting cleavage. Cindy's mouth was watering by the time the sleek brunette unfastened her bra and peeled it away, exposing her delectable tits in all their glory. Each was capped by a large, pointed, half-dollar-sized nipple that was just begging to be sucked.
"Jesus, I don't know why you're so modest about your body--it's gorgeous!" Cindy murmured reverently.
"Why thank you!" Joan replied, genuinely flattered.
She paused briefly to allow Cindy to drink in the beauty of her naked tits, then she started unzipping her tight, black slacks. The silky material clung to her long, slender legs like a second skin and it looked as if Joan was peeling a piece of luscious, ripe fruit as she worked her pants down over her thighs.
Underneath her slacks Joan wore a pair of equally tight, snowy-white panties that perfectly set off her dark midsection and thighs. A large damp spot was easily visible in the V-shaped crotch of her skimpy panties, and Cindy was dying to see the drooling cunt which had produced the stain.
"And now the moment you've been waiting for!" Joan announced, tucking her thumbs under the waistband of her soaked panties. She then rolled them down her thighs slowly and carefully, building up Cindy's anticipation to a fever pitch.
"Damn, my mouth is really watering for the taste of that cunt!" Cindy slobbered.
And no wonder. Joan's pussy was truly scrumptious-looking, with two thick, blood-red cuntlips topped off by the darkest, thickest, woolliest muff of pubic hair that Cindy had ever seen.
"Well, what do you think?" Joan inquired when she was totally nude. She inched closer to where Cindy sat and turned around, giving the excited, blonde wife a look at her picture-perfect ass. Her legs were parted slightly, allowing Cindy to see her wet, dripping pussy and a few long, kinky cunt-hairs through her smooth, dark thighs.
"I think this!" Cindy growled, placing her hands on the older woman's slender hips. She then sat up on the couch and kissed Joan's soft, buttery asscheeks, flicking out her tongue to bathe the rich, creamy assflesh in saliva.
"Well we must think a lot alike, 'cause this is exactly what I had in mind!" Joan crooned encouragingly.
Up and down Cindy went with her slithering tongue, tasting every inch of Joan's delicious ass.
She even poked the tip of her tongue into the upper portion of the smoky brunette's asscrack and drew it all the way down to the bottom, pausing momentarily to give her spicy, puckered asshole a rim job.
"Oh Christ, my knees are getting weak!" Joan whined. "Can I lie on the floor?"
"Be my guest!" Cindy replied. "I'm sure you'll taste as good lying down as you do standing up!"
Cindy was right, of course, as she quickly discovered when Joan lay face down on the floor and begged the spunky blonde to continue kissing her hot, naked ass. Cindy decided to go one better, however, and give the sleek brunette's entire body a tongue-bath. She started at the nape of Joan's neck and worked her way downward, kissing her smooth, supple shoulders, her delicately curved back, and her prominent, meaty ass before moving on to her tight, athletic thighs and velvety calves. Cindy even kissed the soles of the statuesque brunette's feet before rolling her over to work on the front of her sultry, nude body.
"That's it, taste me!" Joan coaxed. "Lick me all over!"
She felt as if she was melting under the hot mouth of the lewd, lascivious blonde. Each square inch of her body grew warm and tingly when Cindy blessed it with the Midas touch of her sweet, wet lips and swirling tongue.
"Oh yeah, my cunt--eat my cunt next!" Joan begged as Cindy worked her way along the taste-tempting brunette's quaking right thigh.
But Cindy was in control now, and she fully in tended to tease Joan the same way Joan had toyed with her. She played all around the smoldering opening of Joan's cunt, even going so far as combing her dark, wiry muff with her teeth. But then she left the oozing pussy-hole untouched and proceeded on to Joan's warm, supple stomach instead.
"Oh, come on--give me a little blonde head!" Joan pleaded.
"In due time!" Cindy answered, licking her tart, red lips. "I wanna taste the rest of you first!"
She then set out to do just that, kissing her way across Joan's firm, flat stomach toward her lust-swollen tits. The dark-haired, bronze-skinned temptress's nipples were rigid and pointed, throbbing with desire. They felt rough and firm between Cindy's lips when the panting blonde inhaled them one at a time, alternating every few seconds. She made loud, clucking sounds as she nursed hungrily.
"Well if you won't lick my pussy, the next best thing is sucking my nipples!" Joan wheezed, stroking Cindy's pretty, blonde head with her delicate, sensitive hands.
Cindy couldn't have agreed more. Joan's erect, bite-sized nipples provided the perfect appetizer for the main course of her hot, soupy cunt. The ravenous blonde poked the rough, hard tit-tips straight down into the squishy globes of flesh with the tip of her tongue, causing them to flutter and ripple enticingly. Then she moved on to the cleavage and swirled her tongue around every fluffy, supple inch of bare tit.
Still cradling Cindy's head in her hands, Joan lay back on the rug and shut her eyes, basking in the delightful, randy glow which was spreading through her nervous system like an intoxicating drug. Having another nude female lying on top of her raised her body temperature to a fever pitch, and she could feel her palpitating cunt smoldering like some unseen forest fire about to erupt into a full-scale inferno of passion.
"Please, Cindy," she whispered softly, "please eat my cunt before I melt!" .
"Well... okay, if you insist!" Cindy agreed, smiling up at her new lesbian lover. She brushed a strand of shiny, golden hair from her radiant face, then she leaned forward and kissed Joan full on the mouth before heading back down to the other girl's throbbing pussy.
"Oh fuck, I can hardly wait!" Joan squealed. Her entire body was quaking with anticipation. "I've never wanted to be eaten out so badly in all my life!" She spread her legs and bent them at the knees, tilting her exotic pussy at the perfect angle for Cindy to lick it.
For her part, Cindy was almost as scared as she was horny. She had never kissed another girl's cunt before, and she was a little worried that she might not deliver the kind of head-job that Joan deserved. She leaned forward for a closer look at her partner's oozing, twitching pussy, then hesitantly poked the jelly-like lips with her finger, uncertain exactly what to do next.
"Well go on--lick it!" Joan urged impatiently.
The sensuous brunette's impassioned command sent Cindy into action and she plunged tongue-first into Joan's spicy cunt. The shiny, red pussyflaps jerked convulsively, opening up to allow the novice cunt-licker's tongue to enter.
"There ya go!" Joan whimpered. "That's the way to do it--lick my cunt good!"
Once Cindy got her tongue inside Joan's wet, quivering cunt, the rest just came naturally. She repeatedly dredged her long, slender tongue straight through the center of Joan's pussy-slit as effortlessly as a cat cleaning its paws, drinking in the flavor of another woman's hot, naked crotch. She had been uncertain whether or not she would like the taste of cunt, but she soon discovered, to her delight, that the flavor was just like the smell-- rich and musky and distinctly feminine.
"My clit, my clit--lick my clit!" Joan directed, steering Cindy's head toward her throbbing, distended pleasure-button - "Oh, you got it... oh, fuck, that feels great!"
Cindy had easily located the puffy, unusually large nub of Joan's clit and was not attacking it with her tongue, shifting it around inside the randy brunette's tender, juicy cuntmeat. She drew the fleshy bud into her mouth and began undulating her lips up and down on the tough, fibrous sides, transmitting signals of carnal delight to Joan's burning brain.
"You're doing just great, blondie!" she moaned, fucking Cindy in the mouth with her pithy clit and moist, gaping cuntlips.
Keeping her face pressed hard against Joan's mushy pussy, Cindy reached up and began groping for the older woman's firm, compact tits. She located the erect, tingly nipples with her fingertips like a blind girl reading Braille and started twisting them sharply between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. Joan roared her lusty approval.
"Yeah, rough me up a little!" she cried. "I like to know it when I'm getting fucked!"
Cindy was now lying face-down in a puddle of wet, slimy cunt juice as Joan's aroused pussy poured out an incredible amount of fluid. The girly syrup seemed to come from nowhere, and it bathed Cindy's face in a blanket of rich, feminine warmth. This was a new, exciting turn-on for the horny blonde, and she really loved eating instead of being eaten for a change. She spat out Joan's pulsating clit and began gumming at the saucy brunette's saturated pussy like a carp, drinking in the fishy fluid as fast as she could.
"Oh shit, keep it up!" Joan howled. "I'm almost ready to come!" She placed her hands on Cindy's and began grinding the other girl's slim fingers into her own doughy tits, scratching them and tweaking the throbbing nipples.
Cindy was really wound up by this time, and she inhaled deeply through her nose in preparation for the stretch run. The scent of Joan's radiant pussy burned in her nostrils as she flicked out her tongue like a switchblade and burrowed deep down inside the voluptuous brunette's tangy cunt. When her tongue had settled comfortably inside the hot, wet recesses of Joan's pussy-crevice, Cindy began to spin it like a drill, whipping the tart cunt sauce into a congealed, tasty gel.
"That did it--I'm gonna blow!" Joan wailed, pulling Cindy's hair.
At that exact instant Cindy could feel the first slight tremors in the walls of Joan's pussy, which indicated that a climax was coming. Seconds later all hell broke loose. Joan's saturated pussy lining seemed to rupture, spewing out a torrent of spicy cunt-cum.
"Drink it--drink my juice!" Joan screamed. She began banging her head on the floor in a fit of ecstasy, tugging on Cindy's hair and kicking her legs into the air like a baby throwing a tantrum.
Cindy had never seen inside a climaxing cunt before, and she was truly amazed. Joan's pussyflaps opened and shut like the mouth of a squid, throwing up a fine spray of fishy, feminine gravy. It was all the befuddled blonde could do to keep her tongue inside the older woman's cunt.
"Ugh... eah... ooo... fuck!" Joan spluttered, shooting her wad. Her pussy was gushing like Old Faithful into Cindy's wide-open mouth, giving the young blonde her first taste of female cum.
"Oh fuck, I can't stand it, I can't stand it!" Joan shrieked. She had reached the peak of arousal and there was no place left to go but down. The raging firestorm in her turbulent cunt quickly burned itself out, leaving her physically and emotionally exhausted. She could feel a deep, relaxing fatigue descending upon her like a lead weight as all her muscles suddenly went limp, turning her into a pile of rubbery arms, legs, and tits.
Cindy wasn't quite able to accept the fact that the fireworks had ended so soon. She kept her mouth glued to Joan's languid cunt for a full minute after the dark-skinned beauty's climax ceased, drinking and sucking and licking and generally mopping up the post-orgasmic mess. Finally, reluctantly, she removed her head from between Joan's legs and leaned forward into the other woman's glistening stomach, resting her chin on her hands.
"I liked that!" she giggled. That was putting it mildly. Truth was, she loved sucking Joan off.
"Yeah, I kinda got a bang out of it, too!" Joan laughed weakly.
Neither spoke again for a long time. Joan shut her eyes and drifted lazily off toward sleep. Cindy curled up between her partner's legs and prepared to follow suit, using Joan's warm, soft cunt as a pillow, but just as she was about to doze off, she was jarred awake again by a sudden, loud knock at the door.
CHAPTER FIVE
"What was that?" Joan asked, struggling into a sitting position. Her mind felt foggy and disoriented, and it took her a couple of seconds to remember where she was.
"Someone's at the door!" Cindy answered, a touch of panic in her voice. "You go hide in there while I see who it is!" She pointed toward her open bedroom door as she spoke.
There was another loud knock, and Cindy could hear the murmur of voices from out on the front porch, indicating that more than one person had come to call on her.
"Just a second!" she hollered, gathering up her clothes. She put on just her slacks and shirt and tossed her panties and bra behind the couch. She then tried to wipe her cum-smeared face clean and straighten her hair as she ran to answer the door.
She needn't have worried too much about her rather slutty appearance. Her visitors turned out to be Jeff Green and Jack Steele, two men she had met through Don James. She had fucked them both together a couple of times before, so she knew all they wanted from her was a piece of ass.
"Oh, hi, fellas!" Cindy bubbled as she opened the door. "Uh... come in."
Jeff and Jack entered the house and, after the obligatory exchange of pleasantries, they sat down on the couch and waited for Cindy to extend her usual invitation to join her in the bedroom. They soon noticed something peculiar in Cindy's manner, however. It was obvious she wasn't wearing any underwear, and the living room was filled with the distinctive odor of pussy scent. Her two visitors began to suspect that somebody else had gotten to the luscious blonde before them.
"So... I hope we aren't interrupting anything," Jeff remarked with a knowing smile, taking a deep sniff.
"Uh... no, of course not," Cindy replied hesitantly.
It wouldn't have been so bad if she had had a man hiding in her bedroom, since it was well known that she was an easy mark. But the fact that she had just finished eating out another woman made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. She wasn't sure if Jeff and Jack would consider her kinky for fucking girls as well as boys, and she didn't know Joan well enough to invite her to participate in an orgy.
While Cindy was pondering her dilemma, Jeff, a wiry redhead, took his prick out of his pants and began stroking it, building it into a hard-on. Cindy had planned to retreat to the bedroom to confer with Joan before starting anything with the two men, but now she was committed to taking some sort of action.
"So, are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna suck my cock?" Jeff asked in a voice loud enough to carry into the bedroom. Cindy cringed with the realization that Joan could hear his lewd proposition. Joan probably thinks I'm a real slut! she thought miserably.
Far from it. In fact, as soon as she heard the phrase "suck my cock," Joan decided she wanted to get into the action. Still completely nude, she opened the bedroom door and strode out into the living room like a proud, cocky cat.
"Did I hear somebody say they wanted their cock sucked?" she purred sensuously.
"Holy fuck! Who's your friend?" Jack exclaimed, drooling over Joan's voluptuous, naked body.
"Oh... uh, this is my friend, Joan," Cindy explained with a nervous laugh. "And these are my OS friends Jeff and Jack," she continued, turning to Joan.
"Hmm, nice cock you got there, Jeff!" Joan remarked, slinking over to the couch. She knelt down on the floor between his legs and took his long, turgid prickshaft in her soft, elegant hand.
"Are you the one responsible for the smell in here?" Jack asked, smacking his lips.
"Yeah, me and Cindy both," Joan answered nonchalantly. "We were eating each other out."
"Is that a fact?" Jeff asked, turning to Cindy.
"Uh-huh!" Cindy giggled. Her self-conscious-ness had vanished and she was not just plain horny. "And I must say, the woman sure can give head!"
"As you will now see for yourself!" Joan interjected in a deep, husky voice.
With that the horny brunette lowered her tart, ripe lips onto Jeff's throbbing cock and proceeded to take his entire eight-inch prickshaft into her mouth. He doubled over as if he had been punched in the stomach and draped his arms across Joan's smooth, supple back.
"Jesus, You're a randy little cocksucker, ain't ya?" he exclaimed.
"So am I!" Cindy chimed in. She then dove onto the floor and started fumbling with Jack's zipper. He was shorter and stockier than Jeff, and his prick, as Cindy remembered, was built the same way. It wasn't terribly long, but it was thick and meaty.
"Here, let me get my pants off!" Jack growled, unbuckling his belt while Cindy unzipped his fly.
As soon as his pants were sufficiently loosened, the drooling blonde tugged them down to his knees, exposing his beefy prick. The sight of a beautiful, naked brunette blowing his friend had given Jack an instant hard-on, and Cindy felt her pussy juices starting to flow as she took his solid, hefty prick in her trembling little hand.
"Go to it, baby!" Jack slobbered. "Suck my cock the way your friend is sucking Jeff's!"
But Cindy chose to take a different approach than Joan. Rather than cramming Jack's bloated prick into her mouth all at once, she started out slowly and gently, brushing her lips lightly against his swollen, fleshy cockhead. A droplet of sticky pre-cum oozed out of Jack's prickhole the moment her mouth made contact wit his cock. Cindy immediately flicked out her luscious, red tongue to smear the salty primer all over his meaty, purple cocktip.
"Shit, you're a fucking tease!" he breathed, stroking Cindy's soft, shiny hair.
The same couldn't be said for Joan. There was nothing at all subtle or gentle about the way she was sucking Jeff off. Her lustrous, dark hair snapped and fluttered all around the other man's lap as she bounced her head up and down on his rigid prick. He still had his pants on, and his fly was soaked from the streams of spit which were spilling out of Joan's furiously sucking mouth and running down the sides of his waxy cockstem. She was covering the entire length of his pulsating prick each time she bobbed her head, starting with her mouth around the fleshy, well-defined ridge of his cock crown, then diving downward until her lips flattened against the rough fabric of his jeans.
"Damn, I can tell you've given plenty of head in your lifetime!" Jeff wheezed. "You're a real pro!"
Joan merely gulped down a mouthful of tasty, cock-flavored saliva and gave a lusty snort through her nose in reply.
Meanwhile, Cindy was still giving Jack's stocky prick a tongue-bath. His entire prick was gleaming from her spit, and she was now resting her right cheek on the couch between his legs, tonguing his squishy, low-hanging balls. Once she had matted down all the dark, fuzzy hairs on his nuts, she craned her neck slightly and sucked the gooey orbs into her mouth as casually as a baby taking a bottle.
"Oh yeah, I love that!" Jack moaned encouragingly. "Suck my balls, but do it real gentle-like!"
Cindy had planned to do just that. She slowly rolled his slimy, shifty balls around on her tongue, first puffing out one cheek, then the other.
"Fuck, that tickles!" Jack said with a sort of half-laugh, half-groan. His body shuddered involuntarily as Cindy skillfully mouthed his nuts. She pressed her face upward while she ball-blew him, nuzzling the underside of his sturdy cockshaft just where it disappeared into the loose, tender flesh of his crotch.
Although she couldn't see Jeff and Joan from her position between Jack's thighs, Cindy could tell that Joan was really going to down. The room was filled with wet, slurping sounds as the lascivious brunette slid her lips effortlessly up and down the length of Jeff's aching, blood-filled prick. Jeff was also making quite a bit of noise himself as his breathing became raspy and irregular from the excitement generated by Joan's inspired blow-job.
"That's it, baby--don't even stop for a breather!" he panted in Joan's ear. "Just keep sucking till I shoot my wad right down your lovely throat!" He was still leaning over Joan's smooth, bare back, and he had grabbed her asscheeks firmly in his hands by that time. While he massaged each mound of fluffy assflesh with the heels of his hands, he was also reaming out her stretchy, gagging asshole with his right index finger.
"You're slowing down!" he grunted, sticking his finger a little farther into Joan's cramped asshole. "Come on, keep that head moving!" He then gave Joan's sensitive rear hole one exceptionally sharp jab with his finger, and she immediately began bobbing her head up and down on his slim, eight-inch prick as fast as she could. His cock was completely covered with a layer of the slender brunette's warm spit, which made it even easier for her to fuck it with her mouth.
"Now you're cookin'!" Jeff bellowed approvingly. "It won't be long now till I blow my cum in your big, beautiful mouth!"
Jack was also getting fairly close to a climax by that time. Cindy had spat his balls out, given his pudgy prick a few more preliminary licks, and had finally taken his expansive cockhead into her sexy little mouth. She did so very casually, popping the big, meaty pricktip into her mouth as nonchalantly as a schoolgirl sucking a jawbreaker.
"Ahh... it's about fucking time!" Jack sighed contentedly.
From experience he knew that Cindy gave the best blow-jobs possible, and this time was no exception. Once she had his cockhead in her mouth, she became a little more aggressive, squeezing her jaws tight around the fleshy knob and tilting her head from side to side to side like a dog chewing a bone. She also brought her hands into play, wrapping the fingers of her left hand firmly around the base of Jack's thick meat and sifting his squishy ball bag through the fingers of her right hand. Eventually her left hand chugged into motion on his firm, erect prick, starting at the hairy base and streaking up toward the top to meet her passion-inflamed lips at the hypersensitive area just below the prick cap. Cindy worked her hand in a spiral pattern as she stroked Jack off, wringing his spongy meat hard between her well-shaped fingers.
"That's it--squeeze the cum out of my cock!" Jack coached. "It's just like a fat, creamy eclair!"
Jack's cock was about the size and shape of an eclair, but there was one important difference--his cock was filled with cum, not custard!
Jeff's cock was also filled with cum, as Joan was about to discover. Egged on by the feeling of a finger up her ass, the fiery brunette was pistoning her head up and down on Jeff's pulsing cock at a dizzying rate, causing her lush, brown hair to fly in all directions. She wasn't even holding his prick steady--her hands were pressed against his thighs, and her mouth was sliding along the length of his fleshy prick. The bulbous head of his slim cock was poking the back of her throat at the conclusion of each stroke, and her lips were getting puffy and bruised from smacking against his fly. It was painful, but the sleazy brunette couldn't get enough of it.
"Get ready cunt--here it comes!" Jeff snarled, screwing his finger all the way up to the second knuckle in Joan's tight, elastic asshole. "Now--that's it! Swallow my jizz!"
At that exact instant a huge wad of milky cum rushed into Joan's mouth, thick and hot and gooey. Jeff could almost hear his molten jism splattering against the back of the highly fuckable brunette's throat, and he could definitely hear her gulping the mawkish liquid down. Joan was swallowing as hard as she could, but with Jeff's cockhead poking almost directly into her throat, it proved to be a difficult task. She just couldn't keep up with the deluge of cum, and some of the thick, white jizz spilled out of her mouth and dribbled down over her chin like melting ice cream.
"Come on, cunt--blow me! Drink my cum!" Jeff bellowed, grabbing Joan's ears and driving her head so far down onto his exploding prick that she almost choked. Tears welled up in her eyes as some of the rich, smelly cum splashed up into her nose. She was stuffed to the gills with cock, and the flow of jism seemed endless. She felt as if she was drowning in cum.
"Suck me off, bitch!" Jeff shouted at the top of his lungs.
He jerked her head up and tried to shove her mouth back down onto his spurting prick, but the slippery hose squirted out from between her lips and snapped against his stomach. Joan's face streaked down the underside of his glistening prick and her nose came to rest on his balls. She began coughing and choking violently, and her hot, flushed face was smeared with fresh, white cum.
Cindy couldn't see any of this but she could hear Jeff's ecstatic cries. They made her blood surge and her heart beat faster, and they gave her the little extra kick she needed to bring Jack off with her mouth.
Of course her job was made easier by the fact that Jack could also hear Jeff's screams of delight. And not only that, he could see Joan's jizz-covered face. The sight of the bare-ass brunette's lovely, dark skin glistening with Jeff's thick, hot cum seemed to raise Jack's body temperature several degrees in a split second, and he just knew he was going to climax in Cindy's soft, round, tiny mouth.
"Here comes my jizz, cock-sucker!" he yelled, shutting his eyes tight.
His orgasm struck with great force. Thick, viscous ropes of cum rocketed out his prickhole at a terrific speed and disappeared straight down Cindy's throat. For several seconds it wasn't even necessary for her to swallow.
"My big, fat cock is coming right in your mouth!" Jack roared.
He had never felt such a powerful surge of pure, animal lust in all his life. Usually his cock spurted at a fairly steady, methodical pace, but this time his prick seemed to have gone haywire. The spasms in his prick were all coming in extremely rapid-fire succession, and the stream of cum flowing down Cindy's throat was fast and constant.
"Eeaahh, what a blow-job!" he growled. "Nobody does it better!"
There was something about Cindy's face that drove men crazy when she sucked them off. The way she parted her long, golden hair, the innocent look in her big, brown eyes, her smooth radiant skin, and especially the way her lips stretched tightly around the girth of a good-sized cock all looked unbelievably erotic. It was simply an unequaled turn-on for a man to shove his cock into that cute, angelic face and spurt a load of cum.
"Keep sucking!" Jack snarled, frantically trying to keep his orgasmic fire burning.
His climax was much too intense to last very long, however, and within seconds the torrent of cum rushing from his tightly flexed prick slowed to a trickle. Cindy didn't even flinch the whole time-she just kept his erupting cock firmly implanted in her mouth and gulped his jism as if she was sipping a milkshake through a big, fleshy straw.
Jeff and Joan watched this spectacle in awed silence. Although they had just collaborated on quite an exciting head-job themselves, they were still strongly aroused by the sight of Cindy blowing Jack. There was an amazing contrast between the look of total ecstasy on Jack's face as he shot his wad and the innocent, child-like expression on Cindy's face as she swallowed it. Except for the slight movement of her throat muscles, you'd never know by looking at her that she had a climaxing cock in her mouth.
It became obvious that she was giving head when she took Jack's cock out of her mouth and began to lick it, however. When his devastating climax had blown over, the stocky young man leaned back on the couch and began breathing deeply, desperately trying to regain control of himself. But Cindy just kept right on blowing him, licking his semi-soft prick clean. Gobs of congealed jism were clearly visible on her lips, tongue, and chin as she lapped up what was left of his huge wad.
"Thanks, I needed that!" Jack sighed, stroking Cindy's pretty head with his right hand.
"My pleasure!" Cindy giggled, licking her fingers. She had succeeded in lapping up every last drop of Jack's creamy cum.
"You should take lessons from her--she's neat when she sucks a guy off!" Jeff interjected, poking Joan with his elbow. "Look at you--you look like you've been using my jizz as cold cream!"
"Shit, I am pretty messy, aren't I?" Joan answered, patting her damp, sticky face. "You got something I can clean myself up with, Cindy?"
"Uh-huh!" Cindy replied with a devious wink.
The "something" Cindy was referring to turned out to be her own tongue. She crawled on her knees over to where Joan was kneeling, took the older woman's head in her hands, and began to suck her face. She flicked her tongue out slowly and lovingly as she caressed Joan's head, gently cleaning all the excess male cum off her dark, beautiful skin.
"Shit, that's wild!" Jeff remarked excitedly. "I've never seen two chicks make it before! Kiss her, Cindy!"
Cindy obeyed the command willingly and wordlessly, fusing her lips to Joan's in a tender, loving kiss. They smooched for a full minute, reveling in the rich, heady flavor and aroma of male cum that each could detect on the other's breath.
"Eat each other out!" Jack urged. Like Jeff, he had never seen two girls fucking before.
But Joan and Cindy had already gone down on each other once that day and were anxious to engage in some sort of activity that would involve the two men. A four-way orgy in the bedroom seemed to be the next logical step, as Cindy was quick to point out.
"I think I've had my fill of cunt for one day," she remarked, scratching Joan's bare pussy. "I'd really rather get a little more cock action, if you guys are willing. Why don't we go into the bedroom and see what we can work out?"
All parties agreed it was a good idea, and they headed off to the bedroom.
Still totally nude, Joan lay down on the bed and started playing with her wet, hairy cunt while the other three took off their clothes. The sight of the sensuous brunette fingering her ripe, red pussy-meat kept everyone good and horny as they undressed. And, of course, the level of arousal continued to increase as more and more naked flesh became visible.
"Damn, look at that cunt!" Jack whistled, drooling over Joan's naked pussy. "I'll flip you for it," he continued, turning to Jeff. "Heads I win, tails you lose!"
"That's okay--you can have it!" Jeff replied. "I see something I like even better!" His eyes were glued to Cindy's beautiful, bare ass as he spoke. She had bent over to tug her pants away from her feet, giving him a perfect shot of her firm, round, white asscheeks. They certainly looked warm and inviting!
"Well, it looks like things have worked out quite nicely, Jeff!" Jack laughed, removing the last of his clothes. Everyone was now naked. "You want Cindy's ass and I want Joan's cunt!"
Cindy couldn't quite hear this exchange, so she was unaware that she was going to be fucked up the ass when she finished pulling off her pants and stood up. She turned around in one quick, animated motion, which caused her tits to bounce and jiggle like a couple of water balloons.
"Right, who's gonna do what?" she asked, clapping her hands and smiling with girlish enthusiasm.
"Well you can turn right around and bend over again, 'cause I'm gonna fuck your ass!" Jeff growled.
"What are Jack and Joan gonna do?" Cindy asked.
"We're gonna fuck like a couple of animals, what else?" Jack chuckled lustily.
"Well, if we're all agreed, then we might as well get started!" Cindy squealed. She dropped down on all fours and thrust her big, meaty ass lewdly in Jeff's direction like a dog in heat. "Put it to me, Red!"
"Okay, just let me grease up my cock!" Jeff responded. He spit in his hand and began rubbing it on his cock as he ambled over to where Cindy was kneeling on the floor. "Just relax and my prick'll slide right up your ass with no trouble at all!"
Cindy was trying to relax, but it wasn't easy when she knew she was about to get fucked in the asshole. Her body tensed with excitement when Jeff knelt behind her and placed his hands on her curvaceous, womanly hips.
"Now just take it easy," Jeff murmured, sliding his hands from her waist up along her ribs to her armpits. "It won't hurt a bit."
He slowly draped his body over Cindy's and began kissing the back of her neck while his hands slid under her armpits to her squishy, low-hanging tits. The tension and anxiety gradually flowed out of her body as he gently massaged her tits. He was lifting them up toward her chest then releasing them, allowing their own bulk and gravity to make them quiver and shake.
"Okay, I think I'm ready now!" Cindy panted. Her asshole was burning with anticipation.
Jeff continued to feel up her tits with his right hand while he reached down to his crotch with his left hand and grabbed his stiff, swollen cock. He began undulating his body on top of hers, and at the same time he guided the meaty, helmet-shaped head of his erect prick into the puckered, brown opening of Cindy's asshole. After he had screwed his fleshy cocktip into the cramped rear passage an inch or so, he suddenly lunged forward with a mighty thrust, driving his eight-inch cock halfway home in Cindy's constricted asshole. She screamed in ecstatic agony and began bucking like a wild bronco, clamping her asscheeks tight around Jeff's invading prick.
"Oh fuck, what a tight fit!" she roared. "Come on, take it out a little!"
"No way!" Jeff snarled in reply. "In fact, I'm gonna drive it in a little deeper!"
And that he did, furiously gyrating his hips and thrusting forward until his cock had sunk right up to the balls in Cindy's narrow, muscular asshole. She thought she was going to rupture, but all of a sudden something inside her shifted slightly, and the pain disappeared. Jeff's cock was shoved up her ass, and it felt hard and hot and wonderful, j "Damn, that hurt like a son of a bitch, but it was well worth it!" Cindy panted.
Jack experienced no such entry problems when he slipped his prick into Joan's cunt. Cock in hand, he simply shimmied up between her splayed thighs, pressed his fat, throbbing cockhead into the gaping mouth of her swampy pussy, and put it to her, just like that.
"Ahh!" he sighed when he began pumping his hips, sliding his hot, steely prick in and out of Joan's juice-slicked pussy sleeve. "Let Jeff have Cindy's asshole--I prefer a nice, soft, slippery cunt any day!"
"Yeah, I gotta admit I'd rather take it in the pussy than in the asshole," Joan murmured. "This is so comfortable and relaxing--in and out, in and out, in and out--it's like being in a boat!"
"Ahoy, matey--gimme a kiss!" Jack laughed.
He took Joan's head in his hands while he fucked her and brought his mouth down onto hers in a sloppy, noisy french kiss. Her lush, ripe lips tasted just as sweet and wet as her cunt felt, and the animal in him began to take over as he felt his lust beginning to build.
"Damn, you got one hell of a big cunt, you know that?" he growled, kicking his prick into second gear.
Usually his fat, beefy cock fit very snugly into a woman's pussy, but it was a different story with Joan's cunt. Her slimy, soupy cunt shifted and squirmed like a blob of jelly, permitting Jack's snub-nosed prick to bore into her from a different angle each time.
"Ooo, you're a fucking stud!" Joan whimpered.' "I can feel your cock crushing my clit--keep it up!"
"Baby, with his cock in a pussy as soft and warm as yours, it's easy for a man to keep it up!" Jack growled.
He was right, of course. Joan's lovely, nude body would give a dead man a hard-on. Her sheer beauty combined with the velvety softness of her pussy-pocket to form a devastating one-two punch. Jack could already feel the cum creeping from his balls up into his stubby, rock-hard prick as he relentlessly fucked Joan's cunt, kissed her lips, and stroked her bare, supple skin.
Cindy's body had a way of turning a man on, too, especially when he was hammering his prick into her asshole the way Jeff was. Her tight rear passage had loosened up somewhat by this time, allowing Jeff to fuck her gorgeous ass in smooth, fluid strokes.
"Beautiful fucking ass!" he puffed. "I love a lot of pressure on my cock when I fuck a girl!"
And Cindy was certainly giving him that with her sexy, densely packed ass. She was flexing and relaxing her meaty asscheeks in time to his thrusts and retreats, alternately squeezing his satiny cockrod with her well-muscled tube, then launching it out again like a torpedo. She was biting her lip from the pain and exertion of her efforts, but she was thoroughly enjoying them all the same. She loved the trilling surge of tension she experienced when Jack's stiff, unyielding cock bore into her, followed immediately by a tremendous sense of relief when his cock slid back out.
Tremors of lusty delight rolled through her crotch with each advance of his slender, eight-inch prick, causing her clit to throb and streamers of cunt juice to drip from her damp, randy cunt.
"Squeeze my tits a little more!" she urged Jeff between sharp gasps. "It deadens the pain in my ass a little when you crush my nipples!"
Jeff really didn't have to be persuaded too hard to grab Cindy's tits. He had stood straight up and placed his hands on her shoulders to give himself more leverage when the ass-fuck first started, but now that things were going nice and smoothly, he could bend over and fondle Cindy's tits again. He loved the way they felt, so soft and airy in comparison to the cramped, confining canal of her asshole.
"Here, how about if I play with your tits with one hand and finger your sweet little pussy with the other?" he grunted.
"Yeah, do it!" Cindy squawked. She was getting pretty close to an orgasm, and she knew that a finger in her cunt would help get her off that much faster.
Jeff was also getting pretty close to a climax right about then. His slender prick was being stimulated to the maximum each time it bore into Cindy's snug, cozy asshole, and the feel of her warm, fluffy tits in one hand and her wet, rubbery cunt in the other aided the cause tremendously in his steady, gradual build-up to orgasm. He had peeled her pussy flaps apart with his index and ring fingers, which easily permitted him to slip his middle finger up inside her glistening cunt-tube to poke her throbbing clit. At the same time he was tweaking Cindy's firm, brown nipples with the fingers of his other hand, and all the while he was fucking her tightly stretched asshole again and again and again.
Meanwhile, Jack was busy fucking Joan's cunt again and again and again. He was fucking her much harder and faster now, thrusting his ass up into the air, them slamming downward like a pile-driver, burying his cock all the way into the handsome brunette's yawning cunt. Each fresh assault on Joan's pussy sent tingling tendrils of pleasure creeping along his thighs and heated the cum in his balls a little closer to the boiling point.
"Oh Christ, I love it--drill me, honey!" Joan panted. She was getting pretty heated up herself. The friction between Jack's pistoning cock and her pasty cunt made the open wound in her crotch feel as hot and steamy as a simmering volcano.
"Come on, cunt! Don't just lay there--fuck me back!" Jack snapped. He slid his hands under Joan's shoulder blades and jerked her body upward against his with a loud slap.
She got the hint. She had been so mesmerized by the in-and-out motion of Jack's cock in her cunt that she was simply lying back and enjoying it. But now that Jack had so rudely set her body in motion, she was anxious to keep it going.
"Okay baby--here I go!" she hissed.
She then started gripping his churning cock with the elastic walls of her pussy, clamping her rigid cuntlips hard around his pulsating prick like a snapping turtle. She also began bumping and grinding with her hips, spearing his prick head-on with the tough little button of her sensitive clit. She clutched his beefy asscheeks in her hands and sank her sharp fingernails into the pliant flesh as far as they would go, using his ass as a mechanism for steering his cock into her pussy.
"Now we're rolling!" Jack cackled. He was bouncing his hairy muscular chest up and down on Joan's, flattening her pretty, size 34 tits. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!"
"Yes, do it!" Joan wailed. "Fuck me to tears!" The pressure and tension which was building up inside her swelling pussy was almost enough to make her scream.
Then, all of a sudden, somebody did scream. But it wasn't Joan--it was Jeff. He was coming in Cindy's asshole.
"Pinch my fucking cock off with your ass!" he shrieked. "Squeeze the cum right out of me!"
He tucked his hands under Cindy's armpits as he blew his wad and shut his eyes, blocking out everything but the hot, wonderful feeling of her meaty ass smothering his erupting prick. His face was almost as red as his hair, and the cords in his neck were as taut and tense as the strings of a violin.
"Christ, what a fucking ass!" he roared without even realizing he was speaking.
Cindy thought her chances of reaching an orgasm were nil after Jeff plucked his hand from her swampy cunt, but she soon found out differently. The snug fit of the wiry redhead's slim cock in her asshole enabled her to feel each individual muscular contraction of his climaxing cock. And with a lot of thick, hot cum spurting into her narrow rear passage, it was easy for her to cross the threshold of orgasm.
"Jesus, here I go, too!" she whooped.
A puddle of pent-up cunt-cum abruptly gushed from her saturated pussy, dousing her lean, feminine thighs in a rich, honey glaze. This sudden relaxation of the tension in her crotch area also loosened her anal grip on Jeff's prick somewhat, allowing him to pluck his spurting cock free from her asshole and drive it home again in an attempt to coax every last drop of jizz from his dangling balls.
"Suck my cum up your ass!" he bellowed.
"I am, I am, I am!" Cindy shrieked in reply.
They were quite a sight, this sinewy, red-haired man_ and petite, blonde-haired girl. His spewing prick was like a screw that joined his hairy groin and her soft, white asscheeks together.
The total, wanton abandonment of Jeff's and Cindy's simultaneous orgasms proved to be contagious. Like a brush fire, the heat of her searing mutual climax quickly spread to Jack and Joan, causing the crotches of the two dark-haired partners to suddenly burst into flames. Joan's cunt went into convulsions at the precise instant that Jack's jizz-bloated cock blew up, creating a hot, sticky stew of both male and female cum.
"Oh fuck, here we go... ugh! Take it!" Jack roared, skewering Joan's satiny pussy with his fleshy prick-spear.
"Yeah, I feel it!" Joan snarled between clenched teeth. "And I'm gonna dish it right back out!"
But she did even more, paying Jack's erupting cock back with interest in the form of a mind-numbing multiple orgasm. Wave after wave of the tingling, prickly heat of climax rolled through the flexible meat of her pussy, releasing a flood of golden cunt syrup.
"Sweet Jesus, this is unreal!" she cried. "What a potent fucking prick!"
Jack did indeed have a potent fucking prick. His thick, muscular cockshaft expanded and contracted at full throttle for several seconds, shooting its load of hot, white cum out through the hole in his expansive cocktip in wet, powerful gushes. The slit in the fleshy cap of his cock was like a pinhole in a balloon, a weak spot through which all his pent-up tension, lust, and jism could escape in one big, satisfying rush.
"Soft, wet cunt!" he hollered in appreciation of Joan's lovely pussy.
"Big, fat cock!" she screeched with equal gratitude.
For a full minute the bedroom resembled a zoo, filled with grunts, groans, screams, and shrieks-- all manner of inhuman noises. And the sex itself was just as animalistic--hot, vicious, intense-- done just because it felt so fucking good.
Suddenly it was all over. The room was quiet except for the sound of four people gasping for air. The violent storm of simultaneous orgasms had passed, leaving in its wake a pile of sweaty, naked bodies. No one spoke. No one had to. Cindy, Jeff, Jack, and Joan had let their crotches do the talking.
Sprawled on the floor with a trickle of cum running out her burning asshole, Cindy was deliriously happy. She had just spent an entire afternoon fucking in just about every way possible, and the best part was that it had all been unplanned. People were banging her door down for the chance to fuck her. No more lonely hearts club for Cindy Jefferson!
CHAPTER SIX
Carl Jefferson never suspected that his wife was fooling around. The thought of Cindy fucking another guy never even occurred to him. In recent weeks, in fact, even the thought of Cindy fucking him never occurred to Carl. He was simply too involved in his work at the plant that he hardly gave any thought to sex any more.
That is until one day when his boss, concerned that Carl might be burning himself out with so much work, gave him the afternoon off.
Rather than going home on his unexpected afternoon off, Carl decided to visit the neighborhood where he had grown up in the next town. The familiar sights of his childhood helped him forget all his troubles, and he felt ten years younger when he stopped for an ice-cream soda at the drug store where he used to hang out as a high school punk.
It just so happened that another old resident of the neighborhood was in town that day--Wendy Fry, Carl's childhood sweetheart. He spotted her standing at the cosmetics counter while he was sipping his soda, and he naturally invited her to join him.
Wendy had been one of the prettiest girls in Carl's school. She had been an earlier bloomer, sporting an unusually large set of tits, a perfect ass, and graciously curved, womanly hips as a teenager. She also had a lovely, fresh face and a beautiful head of sandy-blonde hair to go with her world-class body. Carl had been the envy of every guy in school when he was Wendy's boyfriend.
If anything, Wendy looked even better now than she had back in high school. Carl felt his long-dormant sex drive beginning to come to life again the minute he laid eyes on her, and all the old memories of making out with her in his dad's car quickly had him as horny as a high school senior.
Over drinks at a nearby bar, Wendy revealed that, like Carl, she was stuck in a dead-end marriage. This made it easy for them to commiserate, and soon the combination of alcohol, the stirred-up memories of their former love, and their respective marital difficulties made Carl and Wendy very anxious to get reacquainted with each other's body. They left the bar and checked in at a neighboring motel as husband and wife to resume the love affair that had ended so long ago.
"Shit, I can't believe we're doing this!" Carl laughed drunkenly, carrying Wendy over the threshold of their motel room.
"Neither can I--but I'm glad we are!" Wendy giggled.
She had her arms wrapped tightly around Carl's neck and was nibbling his ear. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, allowing her old boyfriend to feel her warm, smooth thighs through her nylon stockings. In addition, her blouse was partially unbuttoned, giving Carl a clear view of her ample tits straining within her white, elastic bra.
"God, what a warm, cuddly body you have!" Carl moaned as he set Wendy on the bed. She kept her arms around him the whole time, and as soon as they were both seated, she pulled him down on top of her in a heated, passionate embrace.
"Jesus, you certainly have turned into an aggressive little bitch!" Carl chuckled. "I remember you used to play really hard to get when we first started going out!"
"Shit, that's right!" Wendy replied, smiling at the recollection. "You always used to try and feel my tits but I'd never let you!"
"Oh, you did eventually!" Carl reminded her.
no "Of course at first you only let me feel 'em through your shirt--like this!" He placed his hand on Wendy's chest as he spoke and began squeezing her tits through her blouse and bra. Despite the two layers of fabric, he could easily detect the outline of her firm, erect nipples.
"Then after a few weeks, I graduated to your bra!" he breathed, gathering momentum. Again his actions corresponded to his words, and he slipped his hand into Wendy's blouse to her brassiere. "And then finally I was allowed to actually feel your tits!"
A sharp, passionate cry escaped Wendy's lips as Carl's fingers wormed underneath her elastic bra cups to her warm, squishy tits. He used his index and middle fingers like a pair of tweezers to grab her taut, pointed nipples and pinch them, sending shivers down her spine.
"Well, you don't have to worry now, lover!" Wendy gasped. "You can do anything you want to me and I won't try to stop you!"
As Carl continued to feel up her tits, Wendy reached down between his legs and cupped his crotch. She could feel his stiff, erect cock straining within his pants, throbbing with blood and lust. It felt as if it was trying to get out, and Wendy was more than happy to help it. She grabbed ahold of Carl's zipper, pulled it down with one sharp tug, and slipped her fingers inside his fly. It was a struggle for her to maneuver his swollen prick through the narrow slit in his underwear, but at last she had his hot, bare hard-on out in the open and in the palm of her hand.
"Wow, this is a treat!" Carl wheezed. "When we were dating, it took me forever to talk you into giving me a hand-job!"
"I was young and foolish then," Wendy sighed. "Why else would I have refused an opportunity to get my hands on a prick as big and fat and hard as yours!"
"Would you like to put your mouth on it too?" Carl pressed. In the three years he and Wendy had gone out, she never once sucked his cock.
"Why, I'd be delighted!" Wendy panted. She wriggled out from underneath Carl's body, rolled him over onto his back, and knelt down over his crotch. She looked really sexy in her flesh-tone nylon stockings, black, knee-length skirt, and flowery, unbuttoned blouse.
"Can I come in your mouth?" Carl asked, a blood-boiling surge of fuck-lust coursing through his veins.
"Will you be able to get it up again for my cunt?" Wendy wanted to know.
"If your pussy is as soft and sweet as I remember, then I shouldn't have any trouble at all staying hard!"
"Then by all means, come in my mouth!"
With that Wendy tossed her sandy-blonde hair back over her shoulders, bent down her head, and slipped Carl's pulsating, light-purple cockhead into her mouth.
Wendy's soft, pink lips might as well have been a live electrical wire. Carl writhed on the bed and began moaning loudly the instant her warm, moist tongue flicked out of her mouth to caress his mushroom-shaped pricktip. As a teen he used to ache with desire every time he looked at Wendy's mouth and tried to imagine what it would feel like on his prick--now suddenly, unexpectedly, he had found out.
"Oh fuck, I've wanted this for so long!" he gasped. He then placed his hand on Wendy's bouncing head and began running his fingers through her soft, dark-blonde hair.
"I owe you this!" Wendy laughed, smiling up at her old suitor. "Christ, it's the least I can do after the way I treated you when we were going out! Imagine dating a guy for three years and never blowing him once!"
Aside from the dynamite feeling of Wendy's lips on his prickhead, it was this sense of attaining the unattainable that made this particular head-job so special for Carl. Gazing down at his crotch, at Wendy so ravenously sucking and kissing and licking his cock, he found it almost impossible to believe that she was his old girlfriend--the one who had always refused to go down on him.
"Go for it--take it all!" he urged. "I wanna see you take my prick right down your throat!"
Wendy didn't answer Carl--or even look in his direction--but it was obvious that she had heard him, nevertheless. She skimmed the tip of her tongue from the base of his swollen cock--just where it disappeared into his fly--all the way up to the indentation on the underside of his cockcrown, then she retracted her tongue and engulfed his entire prickshaft in one impassioned, open-mouthed swan dive.
"Beautiful!" he rasped in approval. He could feel Wendy's lips settling down over the lower portion of his rigid cock-stem while her tongue danced a frantic jig all across the most sensitive area around his throbbing prick-point.
Next Wendy very slowly raised her head up from Carl's crotch, almost as if she didn't ever want to take his bulging cock out of her mouth. As soon as there was enough room, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his prick to hold it steady, then she began bobbing her head up and down like a yoyo, sucking his prick up and spitting it back out like a fish eating a worm. She was curling her lips inward on the downward strokes, then puffing them outward again on the rebound, using them like a brush to coat his ivory cockrod with a thin layer of lubricating spit.
"Jesus, that feels good!" Carl moaned.
He lay back on the bed and tried to keep perfectly still in order to more fully enjoy his first blow-job from Wendy Fry, but there was just too much tension and excitement surging through his blood. Almost against his will, his hips churned into motion, driving his cock upward into Wendy's relentlessly sucking mouth.
"Use your tongue and your teeth a little more!" he ordered. "Let me know that I'm fucking a mouth, not a cunt!"
Wendy's head came to a stop at the conclusion of the next upstroke, with only Carl's tender, meaty prick-cap in her mouth. She allowed her lips to slide back off her front teeth, bringing them into direct contact with his tasty cockhead. At the same time she pressed her tongue hard against the contoured underside of Carl's prick-hood, using it to scrape the rubbery ball of masculine flesh against her teeth. She also began shifting her jaws from side to side while she applied this oral clamp to Carl's dickhead, increasing the friction on his sensitive prick-peak to the maximum.
"Eee-yeah! Gnaw my fucking prick, bitch!" he snarled.
A sharp, burning, pleasure-tinged pain radiated through every cell in his body, and the cum in his balls rose up. It had been weeks since he had last popped his rocks, and so he was going to find it very easy to get off in Wendy's pretty mouth.
Wendy was also squeezing the base of Carl's prick while she chewed his cockhead, trapping the blood in his prickshaft, causing it to swell like a sponge. His cock was hot and flushed and throbbing, and she could feel it pulsating within her hand and her mouth.
Then, all of a sudden, Wendy released her strangle-hold on Carl's cock and plunged her mouth down over his swollen shaft like a pike engulfing a minnow.
"Brace yourself, baby--here comes my jizz!" he roared, clutching Wendy's shoulders to steady himself.
Wendy could already feel the initial orgasmic tremors within Carl's loins and taste his salty pre-cum, but that was nothing compared to the fury of his actual climax. An enormous load of hot, thick jism rushed into her mouth all at once, catching her a little off guard. The only other man she had ever blown was her husband, and he rarely ever had more than a two-day buildup of cum when he popped off. But Carl had a huge backlog of pent-up jism, and it was all pouring out of his spastic prick like milk from a cow's udder.
"There, you finally know what my cum tastes like!" he bellowed.
Boy, did she ever! Wendy's gag reflex activated when the deluge of bitter jism gushed toward the back of her throat, and she opened her lips slightly to allow the heavy cream to spill out of her mouth. She then began sliding her tongue around the slickened surface of Carl's well-greased cock, causing sparks of carnal delight to fly inside his brain.
"Oh fuck, what a great little cocksucker you are!" he screamed. "Eat my jizz!"
But that's where Wendy drew the line. She had learned to love the taste of a man's cock in her mouth, but not his cum. She would allow only a small pool of jism to collect in her cheek, then she would expel it from her mouth, using her tongue to slop it back onto Carl's erupting prick. Then, as the flow of cum began to subside, she took Carl's cockhead out of her mouth altogether and contented herself with licking it.
At first Carl was a little annoyed that Wendy wasn't swallowing cum his cum. What the fuck is she trying to prove, spitting out my wad? he thought through the euphoric fog which had enveloped his brain. But he quickly found out that Wendy's refusal to eat his jizz had its advantages, too. With all his thick, white cum running down the sides of his cockshaft rather than Wendy's throat, he was able to see what it looked like smeared on her lips, tongue, and chin. It was quite a stimulating sight, his rapidly expanding, jizz-covered cock set against the background of Wendy's beautiful, young face.
"Wow, that was really something!" Carl sighed when his prick had finally stopped spurting. Several ounces of heavy jism had settled down over his balls and his pubic hair.
"Yeah, I kinda enjoyed it myself!" Wendy responded. She spoke with a bit of a lisp, as she was stilly trying not to swallow any of the cum that was left in her mouth. With her sweaty, beet-red, jizz-smeared face and wrinkled, open blouse, she looked exceptionally sleazy and hot to trot.
"I hate to suck cock and run, but there's something I gotta take care of," she continued, leaping off the bed. She hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. From the bedroom, Carl could hear her rinsing out her mouth and spitting the remnants of his jism into the sink. When she returned, she looked much cleaner and fresh-faced.
"I don't know what it is, but for some reason I've never been able to bring myself to swallow cum," she explained. She was casually removing her blouse as she spoke.
"That's okay," Carl chuckled. "After my jizz leaves my cock, I don't much care where it goes!"
"Well I hope you're planning to put a little of that jizz in my cunt!" Wendy returned.
"Honey, I'm gonna squirt as much jizz into your tight little pussy as it can hold!"
Carl then joined Wendy in undressing, pulling his shirt over his head first so he'd be able to keep an eye on her fabulous body when she removed her underwear. The two old lovers took off their clothes in silence, exchanging only lusty, wolfish glances as more and more bare flesh came into view.
At last they were both completely naked. Wendy's body looked as sexy and voluptuous as Carl remembered it--even more so, in fact. Her legs were long and shapely, her cunthair was off-blonde and unusually curly, her pussyflaps were thick and well-pronounced, her stomach was firm and flat with the cutest little belly-button Carl had ever seen, and her tits were round and full, with a prominent set of large, brown nipples. With such a sensuous chunk of woman standing before him, Carl found it easy to get it up again.
"My, aren't we horny today!" Wendy purred as she sauntered over to the bed and lay down beside Carl. She grabbed his swollen cock in her hand as she settled down and began to jerk him off.
"How can I be anything but horny with a cunt like yours staring me in the face?" Carl asked rhetorically. He lowered his head between Wendy's legs and kissed her warm, moist, jelly-like pussy just once before hoisting himself up into a push-up position, straddling her naked body.
"Okay, baby--it's all yours!" Carl growled, grabbing his stiff, swollen hard-on. "Do with it what you will!"
"Gladly!" Wendy answered, taking his cock away from him.
She guided his hot, spongy cocktip to the drooling mouth of her pussy and pressed it firmly against her mushy cuntmound, working it in circles in an effort to locate her beckoning pussy. Finally his marshmallowy cockhead broke the seal on her pussy and settled down into her wet, warm pussy.
"Ahh! I feel like I'm finally back where I belong!" Carl sighed, basking in the thrilling warmth which was descending on his body as his prick became reacquainted with Wendy's pussy.
"Welcome home!" Wendy giggled, caressing his rough, whiskered cheeks in the palms of her hands.
She pressed her lips upward against his and dropped her hands down onto his shoulders where they could feel his firm, taut muscles. His hips were chugging into motion like an old-fashioned steam locomotive, gradually building up power and momentum. Wendy's pussy lubricant was coating his turgid cockshaft, soothing it and insulating it inside a shroud of rich, feminine warmth.
"Beautiful cunt!" Carl wheezed. "It fits my prick like a glove!"
"Yes, I think your cock and my pussy are a perfect match!" Wendy cooed.
Their bodies did mesh like a well-oiled machine. Carl's potent prick would stretch Wendy's pussy lining to capacity as it burrowed deep inside her, then just at the point where further expansion would cause her pain, his prick backed off, providing her with an incredible feeling of relief.
"Oh, my clit feels like it's on fire--it's red-hot!" Wendy panted. "Fuck me harder--melt my fucking pussy!"
Carl's cockhead felt like the knob on a stick-shift as it plowed into Wendy's cunt, and she was doing her best to grab ahold of his bulbous prick-point with her pussy walls and kick it into a higher gear, her strategy seemed to be working, as Carl suddenly started churning his hips as hard as he could, pulverizing her tender cuntmeat with his pistoning prick.
"There ya go--ream me good!" Wendy squealed.
Carl could feel himself building toward another fiery climax as the gooey lining of Wendy's cunt shifted and yielded to his relentlessly advancing prickhead. His cock felt as if it was being smothered within the humid, suffocating confines of her velvety pussy.
"God, what a cunt!" he groaned. "It oughta be against the law for anything to be this soft!"
"And it oughta be against the law for anything to be so hard!" Wendy replied, referring to his stiff, bulging prickshaft. She felt like she was being raped with a baseball bat. Each time Carl thrust his hips forward, the base of his solid, swollen cock would grind Wendy's distended clit into a red-hot, throbbing pulp.
"Oh shit, I'm in fuck-heaven!" she moaned. "And I'm gonna come... oh fuck, am I ever gonna come--eeaahh!"
Wendy felt her entire body becoming hot and flushed as the tidal wave of orgasm crashed down on top of her. Her cunt lapsed into a seizure of ecstasy, releasing a torrent of golden, pussy juice. It felt like a million tiny feathers were tickling her all over, making her roar and writhe and shoot her wad.
"Shove your cock right through me!" she shrieked, temporarily insane with carnal delight. "Oh, I love it, I love it--I love your cock!" She was digging her sharp, painted fingernails into Carl's shoulders as she came, ripping his flesh.
With Wendy's raging cunt so furiously massaging and lubricating his pile-driving prick. Carl had little choice but to blow his cum into her pussy. Once she started coming, it brought the jizz in his nuts rapidly to a boil, and his molten cream suddenly swelled up inside his cock and squirted out through his piss-hole.
"Oh Christ, I love your pussy!" he shout"d, echoing Wendy's earlier ecstatic cries. "I love to fill your sweet little pussy with my cum!"
His words quickly deteriorated into an unintelligible scream. He and Wendy began clawing and groping one another like a couple of wrestlers, each hugging and squeezing the cum out of the other's crotch. Carl's over-stimulated cock continued to shoot its load of burning jism into the lovely blonde's swampy cunt.
"Oh, why did I ever leave you?" Wendy screamed. "You've got the best cock I've ever fucked!
"And you've got the world's softest pussy!" Carl responded. "God, I love to fuck you!"
Carl continued to hammer his prick into Wendy's turbulent pussy until his balls ran dry. His hot, sticky cum flowed like lava into her receptive cunt-crevice, overwhelming her tough little clit with its richness and warmth. She nearly passed out from the excitement and the sudden release of tension, but she somehow managed to remain conscious throughout their nerve-singeing simultaneous orgasms.
Even after their mutual climax was over, Wendy continued to hold Carl tightly in her arms. At that moment she sincerely loved him. She felt a tremendous sense of gratitude toward him for making her feel so good and alive and utterly feminine with his big, potent cock.
Carl was smiling to himself as he lay with his face buried in Wendy's soft, supple neck. And, of course, he had good reason to be smiling. After all, he had rediscovered just how satisfying an extremely heated, extremely physical fuck could be.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cindy never had an opportunity to rediscover how satisfying an extremely heated, extremely physical fuck could be because, quite simply, she had never forgotten. To her, sex was like an addictive drug--the more she got, the more she seemed to need the next time in order to achieve the same effect. As a result, the she kept planning bigger and better orgies every afternoon and evening when Carl was working late.
The very next day after her encounter with Jeff, Jack, and Joan, Cindy invited them all back for an encore performance. She also telephoned Don James, who agreed to bring his pretty, redheaded wife, Samantha. And when Joan arrived accompanied by John Peterson, it brought the grand total of orgy participants that afternoon to seven.
"Wow, this is really gonna be wild!" Cindy exclaimed gleefully, prancing around the living room naked. "C'mon, everybody, take off your clothes and let's get things rolling!" She bounded into the bedroom like the Pied Piper, with her horny guests following close behind.
There was a great din in the bedroom as Cindy's six friends anxiously removed their clothes. Most of the racket was in the form of wolf whistles and lewd comments as the randy party-goers sized each other up, trying to decide who would do what to whom.
Cindy's mouth and cunt were both drooling as she surveyed the unfolding panorama on bare flesh. Like a hungry kid at a picnic, she just couldn't make up her mind what she wanted to eat first. Finally she opted for Samantha's copper-haired pussy, since Don's lovely wife was the only person in the room she had not yet fucked.
"How do you do, madam! I'll be your hostess this afternoon!" Cindy laughed, shaking Samantha's hand. She had met the sultry redhead only briefly before. "Now, would you like me to begin the proceedings by eating you out?"
"Sure, why not?" Samantha giggled. "Provided that one of these fine gentlemen will let me suck him off at the same time!"
"You got it, honey!" Jeff quickly volunteered.
And so the orgy began. Samantha lay down on the big double bed with her legs apart and her feet hanging over the side, Cindy knelt on the floor between the sexy redhead's open thighs, and Jeff scrambled up onto the bed on his knees. Cock in hand, he crouched down with his body perpendicular to Samantha's and slowly lowered his throbbing pricktip to her parted, trembling lips.
She moaned softly as his meaty knob of masculine flesh brushed against her mouth, and she opened her jaws wide to allow his slender, eight-inch prickshaft to slide down across her wet, slithering tongue and into her throat. Her breathing was slow and regular when Jeff first started to pump his cock in and out of her wet, juicy mouth, but all of a sudden her whole body tensed and she began gasping.
Cindy had started licking Samantha's cunt. She had her hands pressed firmly against the other woman's inner thighs, with the tips of her forefingers and thumbs touching to form a frame around the glistening, pink pussylips and reddish-orange pubic hair. Her tongue was flicking out in long, graceful strokes, darting into the lower portion of Samantha's cunt-slit and progressing straight up the center of the carrot-topped pussy in clean, easy swoops.
The raw pussymeat shimmered and shifted with each new advance of Cindy's tongue, secreting tiny droplets of salty lubricant. Cindy pressed her tongue a little deeper into Samantha's cuntmouth each time until finally she had peeled the two rigid pussyflaps apart, exposing the quivering button of the fiery redhead's clit. Cindy went after the compact little clit, furiously stabbing and slapping the fibrous nerve center with her scarlet tongue.
Suddenly Cindy's attention was diverted slightly by the feeling of a couple of hands groping her protruding ass. Her body grew warm with the realization that a cock would probably be penetrating her asshole in a matter of moments, but her lustful anticipation quickly turned to alarm when she discovered it was John who was preparing to fuck her ass.
"Now we're gonna find out just what you're made of, baby!" he cackled lasciviously. "Think your asshole can handle my ten-incher?"
Oh no, not that huge motherfucker! Cindy thought wildly. That'll tear me apart!
She was going to peel her mouth away from Samantha's tangy pussy and voice her objection, but it was too late. John had planted the huge, rubbery head of his spit-primed cock squarely in the center of her asscheeks and was preparing to ram it home. Cindy bit down hard on Samantha's clit-button and shut her eyes tight to brace herself for the inevitable pain, but her preparations did little to lessen the agony of John's anal invasion.
He bucked his hips forward in a series of short, sharp thrusts, sinking his enormous prickhead into Cindy's constricted asshole a millimeter at a time. With her mouth still glued to Samantha's pussy, the ass-raped blonde screamed in pain. Her frantic cries set off a succession of little vibrations and tingles in the cock-sucking redhead's cunt, which in turn caused her to blow Jeff even harder.
"That's it, baby--spread 'em wide and let me in!" John growled.
His monstrous prick was still only about half buried in Cindy's tightly packed asshole, and he wasn't going to be satisfied until she had taken every last inch of his cock. He had a firm grip on Cindy's waist, and he was continuing to thrust his incredible cock forward, despite the heavy resistance he was meeting from her taut asshole.
"Come on, keep spreading 'em, cunt!" he snarled.
The sight of his bulky cock sinking into the tiny brown opening between Cindy's asscheeks filled him with savage lust. Each time her muscular ass buckled a little more, he could feel a fresh surge of blood and excitement coursing through his veiny prick.
For Cindy's part, the pain of John's ass-fuck was excruciating. Her entire midsection was stretched as tight as a drum, and she was certain that something was going to rupture. She was also swimming in pussy, since John's powerful thrusts were driving her face hard against Samantha's wet, rubbery cunt. Her mouth was completely immersed in raw, red cunt, and she couldn't see anything but pussy, couldn't taste anything but pussy, couldn't smell anything but pussy. She was trying to scream in order to relieve some of the pain John's assfucking was causing her, but her cries had a muted, watery sound because her face was pressed so deeply into Samantha's cunt.
Samantha, in turn, was also getting a little crazy from all the excitement. No one had ever eaten her cunt quite the way Cindy was doing. The voluptuous redhead could feel the impression of Cindy's facial features--her nose, her chin, her eyes, and especially her mouth--being squeezed against her clay-like cunt as if the petite blonde was being fitted for a mask. This tremendous pressure on her sensitive cuntmeat was creating a dynamite feeling in Samantha's crotch, but it was the more subtle, ticklish sensations produced by Cindy's probing tongue that were really getting her off.
Cindy's tongue had wormed its way deep inside the tender recesses of Mrs. James' cunt, to territory that was usually reserved strictly for cocks. But Cindy's tongue was much more agile than a big, stiff cock, and as a result, it could jump from one hair-trigger pussy nerve to another with incredible speed, touching off fireworks of animal delight inside Samantha's brain. Like Cindy, Samantha wanted to blow off some of her high-pressure, pre-orgasmic steam by shouting, but of course she couldn't with Jeff's cock wedged in her mouth.
"Fuck, I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be getting a blow-job from someone named Sam--and loving every minute of it, no less!" Jeff cackled, furiously fucking the rusty-haired beauty's mouth.
Samantha wasn't merely wetting his prick with her lips and tongue, she was really sucking it, trying to swallow it right down her throat. Jeff could feel a terrific pressure in his dangling nuts and his pistoning prick, as if he was fucking a vacuum cleaner.
John bellowed above the slurping, groaning din. He had finally buried his entire ten-inch rod in Cindy's poor little asshole and was now slapping her snowy-white asscheeks with the palm of his hand as he brutally fucked her gagging rear hole.
The four-man daisy chain was now pulsating and churning like a single naked organism. Each person was working in harmony with the others as they strove toward the common goal of orgasm. But it was all very selfish, nevertheless. All John cared about was blowing his wad into the narrow confines of Cindy's warm, humid asshole. It was only by coincidence that his savage thrusts were driving Cindy's tongue deep into Samantha's gooey pussy, providing the sultry redhead with a mind-blowing thrill. And in the process of coping with the electric charges of pleasure that were frying her nerves, Samantha sucked the hell out of Jeff's cock.
Someone else just happened to be getting the hell sucked out of his cock right about then, too--Jack. He was lying face-down on the floor, fucking Joan in the mouth while Don fucked the statuesque brunette in the pussy.
"Lemme know when you're gonna come, okay buddy?" Jack panted, smiling down at Don. "Let's do it together and give this bitch a real double dose!"
"You got it!" Don snickered in reply.
In order not to interfere with Jack, he had his arms fully extended and his head raised into the air while he hammered his ten-inch prick into Joan's pussy. All that could be seen of Joan between the two men's hairy, muscular bodies was her naked, heaving tits and a few strands of dark, lustrous hair.
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She could quite easily be heard, though. Her big, wet lips were making loud, clucking, slurping sounds as she methodically inhaled and expelled Jack's stout prick from her luscious mouth. And her moist, spacious cunt was making sloppy noises as Don drilled her with his imposing cock.
"Damn, is her mouth as soft and wet as her cunt?" Don wondered aloud.
Before Jack could respond, the two men's attention was diverted by a loud, animal roar and a flurry of movement from up on the bed. Samantha was coming.
"Hot damn, Don! There goes your wife, just like clockwork!" Jack chortled, momentarily grinding his hips to a halt and allowing his pulsating cock to come to a dead stop within Joan's hungrily nursing mouth.
Samantha was a notoriously quick, wild noisy comer, and today was no exception. She clamped her firm, meaty thighs tight around Cindy's pretty, blonde head like a Venus's-fly trap as her climax struck and began maniacally fucking the other girl's face, spewing out streams of hot, sticky cunt-cum.
At the same time, she closed her mouth hard around the base of Jeff's cock and started thrashing her head from side to side like a cat toying with a dead mouse. A high-pitched wail of ecstasy was rushing out her nostrils like escaping steam, and her sexy red hair resembled a fire as it danced and shimmied beneath the other redhead's groin.
And, almost as if he wanted to douse the flaming red hair that was snapping to and fro underneath his crotch, Jeff started coming just moments after Samantha did.
"Here it comes, cock-sucker!" he roared, toppling forward and burying his face in the bedsheets.
With his long, straight cock pointing directly down to Samantha's screaming throat, the force of gravity helped pull the jizz out of his nuts in rapid-fire, machinegun-like bursts. His white, stringy cum poured from his prick and sloshed down the frantically sucking redhead's throat in a whirlpool, coating her mouth with a thick, hot masculine paste.
"Drink me off!" Jeff bellowed, furiously pounding his groin into Samantha's face.
As the main link in the sweaty, panting daisy chain, Samantha was swamped by a wave of incredible, wanton sexual delight. Her spewing cunt was bubbling and boiling through a second bone-jarring orgasm, wetting Cindy's face with its fragrant, honey pussy-cum. And the flood of jism which was streaming down her throat seemed to provide her with energy, fuel for the fire in her blazing crotch. Her lips were wrapped tightly around the root of Jeff's coming prick--just below his balls--and she was ravenously sucking and massaging his deflating cock with her mouth and tongue, siphoning off all his creamy jism.
"Holy fuck, what a mouth! What a( sweet-sucking mouth!" Jeff snarled, clawing the mattress.
Although she wasn't actually climaxing herself, Cindy was painfully aware of just how extraordinarily powerful the orgasms of Samantha and Jeff were. It was very difficult for her to breath with her head being crushed between Samantha's well-toned thighs and her face being ground into the thrashing redhead's hot, musky cunt. Her eyes were watering and her lips were swollen and bruised from being driven to mercilessly into Samantha's gaping cunthole. In addition, her asshole felt numb and raw from the constant pounding it was receiving from John's over-sized prick.
"That's it, baby--fuck me! Fuck me with your beautiful little asshole!" John growled, driving his ten-inch prick up Cindy's ass with unrelenting fury. "I wanna come too!"
Despite all the pain and discomfort she was experiencing, Cindy was ecstatic. This was her kind of sex--hot, lurid, and steamy, a bunch of naked adults fucking like animals purely for the enjoyment of it. As she furiously swished her tongue around inside Samantha's dripping-wet pussy and impaled her pretty ass on John's incredible prick, she could feel her own wanton desire beginning to build toward the breaking point.
She desperately wanted to join Samantha and Jeff on the other side of the orgasmic barrier, and in order to hasten her journey, she began a renewed, all-out assault on the screeching redhead's saucy cunthole. Cindy was drinking in Samantha's womanly fluids as fast as the gorgeous redhead could spew them out, and her tongue had crept as far into the other girl's slimy pussy as it would go. The potent aroma and flavor of Samantha's climaxing pussy provided Cindy with a powerful reminder of her own oozing, twitching cunt, which she knew was about to erupt at any second.
But as close as Cindy was to orgasm, John was even closer. Cindy suddenly became aware of a tremendous increase in the size and hardness of John's prick, and she knew that could mean only one thing--he was about to shoot his jizz.
"Oh fuck, this is gonna be great--I can't wait... ugh!" he bellowed, screwing his cock deep into Cindy's compact ass.
Just as his balls slapped against her quivering asscheeks, his climax jolted him like a lightning bolt, causing his knees to buckle slightly. He held onto her waist for support and began shaking, unloading all his thick, hot jism up her smarting ass, "I love a nice, tight ass!" he shrieked in an almost inhuman voice. "I love fucking you like a dog!"
But even a dog would have gotten better treatment than Cindy was receiving! Her asshole simply wasn't made to accommodate a hefty, ten-inch cock, especially not one that was swollen with cum. Sharp pains radiated through her crotch as her overloaded asshole stretched and strained to withstand the pressure of John's advancing prick.
"Shit, I wouldn't wanna be in her shoes!" Jack remarked, churning his cock into motion again inside Joan's warm, spit-slick mouth. "Imagine getting John's fucking whopper of a cock shoved up your ass!"
Believe me, Jack, I know how she feels! Joan thought as she hungrily sucked his fat, beefy prick. The pain is something else, but it's worth it to feel him shooting his wad way up inside your guts!
Cindy was just discovering that herself. A peculiar, warm glow was spreading throughout her crotch area as huge globs of John's milky jism cascaded deep down inside her tight, resistant asshole. His hot, slippery cum helped get rid of some of the pressure and friction created by his intruding cockshaft, and it was just what Cindy needed to touch off her own orgasm.
"Eeaahh... oh, fuck!" she snarled, slobbering into Samantha's tender, soupy cunt. Cindy's own cunt started twitching with a fiery vitality in time with Samantha's, and her asscheeks clenched tight around John's exploding prick, as if they had a will of their own.
"There ya go, baby--fuck me back with your ass!" John grumbled. "You know you love it!" Trickles of his creamy jism spurted out of Cindy's asshole as he continued to slam his prick up her ass.
Cindy's body started squirming and wriggling like a worm on a hook as her orgasm stampeded across her senses. She drilled the tip of her tongue deep into the satiny inner walls of Samantha's cunt and twirled it around, sending the randy redhead off on still another roller coaster ride of wanton delight. Her pussy was completely covered with a rich foam and Cindy was eating it up like cotton candy. At the same time she was clamping her muscular asscheeks hard around John's wilting prick and drawing it up inside her, as if she wanted to suck his cum right through her body and spit it out Samantha's cunt.
"What a wild broad!" John roared. "She just can't get enough of my cock!"
"Neither can this one!" Jeff replied.
His spent cock had slipped out of Samantha's wet, cum-smeared lips, but she wasn't through blowing him yet, not while she was still coming herself. She had inhaled his dangling balls and was now rolling them around on her tongue.
All at once the orgasmic tension fled from Cindy's body like the air from a flat tire and every one of her muscles went limp. The four-man daisy chain immediately disintegrated as a result, with John wrenching his melted prick free from the snug confines of her ass and Jeff rolling off of Samantha's flushed, cum-drenched, sweat-soaked face. Jism streaming from her throbbing asshole, Cindy crumpled down onto the floor in a heap, John staggered drunkenly across the room and collapsed into a chair, and Samantha spread her legs wide and tried to cool her smoldering pussy in the heady, musk-scented atmosphere of the cheating blonde wife's bedroom.
"Wow, that was something else!" Jeff panted, acting as a spokesman for the four depleted fuckers. He tried to sit up on the bed to survey the aftermath of the lusty, inspired daisy chain, but he couldn't move. His nerves had been worn completely to a frazzle by Samantha's skillful blow-job.
Cindy, John, Samantha, and Jeff may have been totally sapped, but the other three orgy participants--Jack, Joan, and Don--were just hitting their stride. Jack had his crotch positioned directly above Joan's pretty, upturned face, and he was sawing his cock in and out of her pulpy mouth like a jackhammer. Don, meanwhile, was drilling his prick into the sultry brunette's wet, elastic pussy as smoothly and methodically as a well-tuned automobile engine. He was fucking at the same pace as his friend, but their strokes alternated so that Jack's prick was sinking into Joan's mouth while Don's prick was sliding out of her cunt, and vice versa.
That was just the way Joan wanted it. The well-coordinated efforts of Don and Jack ensured that there was a hot, stiff cock on the offensive of an opening of her body at all times. Joan had her eyes shut tight and she was moaning softly, swallowing down pools of salty saliva at the conclusion of each mouth-stroke and thrusting her hips upward at the conclusion of each cunt-stroke. This was her favorite way to fuck, because the presence of a hairy, male crotch over her head kept her face as hot and sweaty as her cunt. It provided her with the opportunity to taste a cock in her mouth and feel one in her pussy simultaneously, giving her the best of both worlds.
"How you holding up?" Don gasped, looking up at Jack.
"Well, I feel just great!" Jack answered. "But her cunt is so fucking soft that I don't think I can hold back my jizz much longer!"
"Fuck, with her mouth on my cock, I don't want to hold back my jizz any longer!" Don shot back. "Let's go for it!"
With that the two men abandoned their efforts to fuck Joan in a methodical, well-organized fashion and just started fucking her mouth and her cunt just as hard and as fast as they could.
From his seat on the sidelines, John had a perfect view of the two-on-one gang-bang. It gave him a perverse sense of satisfaction to see a couple of his friends fucking the shit out of his girlfriend, and his big, soft prick began to stir again as the action picked up.
"Go get her, guys!" he encouraged, stroking his prick in his hand.
If ever a girl was built to take on two guys at once, it was Joan. Her long, lean body made it easy for the man between her legs and the man fucking her mouth to stay out of each other's way. In addition, both her mouth and her cunt were unusually large and wet, which made it easier for her to devote equal attention to the two cocks pistoning into her. Her lush, fat lips undulated as Jack's chunky prick slurped into her mouth, going with the flow and keeping his fleshy prick nice and moist and slippery. Her cuntlips were doing the same thing to Don's longer, thinner cock, massaging and soothing it with her girly ointment.
"Ooo, fuck--I'm gonna come any second!" Jack wheezed, sweat streaming down his face.
"Me too!" Don spluttered, fucking Joan's tattered pussy like there was no tomorrow.
Me too! Joan thought from underneath the hairy, muscular piles of gyrating male flesh.
Then, in an incredible display of perfect timing, the three of them shot their hot, sticky loads of cum all at once. Jack's climax hit just as the bulbous knob of his cockhead slipped down into Joan's throat and his squishy, hairy balls draped down over her chin. Don's orgasm erupted a millisecond later, just as his slender prick struck bottom in Joan's saucy cunt. And Joan's own climax ignited at almost the exact same instant, almost as if their three nervous systems were interconnected.
"Start gulping, bitch!" Jack boomed, discharging a stream of thick, hot jism down Joan's throat. He could feel the muscles of her face and throat automatically kick on as his curdled cum filled her sucking mouth to capacity.
For her part, Joan could feel the sharp spasms in Jack's dangling nuts as he came, and each muscular contraction was followed immediately by the taste of a fresh squirt of jizz in her mouth. She drank thirstily from his spewing prick, and his mawkish cum clung to the narrow walls of her throat when she swallowed, making her feel hot and randy. She could feel the same type of warm, wet, sticky sensation deep down in her cunt at the same time as Don continued to shoot his wad into her rosy-red pussy.
"Take my cum, cunt! You need it more than I do!" he thundered, churning his hips like a mechanical bull.
Joan's big, hairy cunt felt almost like a mouth around his exploding cock, and it seemed to be sucking the jism right out of his prickhead. The resistance her warm, rubbery pussy lining was creating on his sensitive prick-point sent tendrils of delight creeping down the backs of his tightly clenched, hairy thighs.
Joan was squirming and groaning and burning up inside as her climax scorched her nerves. The electric current of orgasm continued to build and build inside her boiling brain without reaching a cut-off point. All she could think about was cock--how good it felt to have one crammed down her throat and another one shoved up her cunt, and how great it felt to have two huge wads of milky jism streaming in her at once.
She was furiously licking and sucking Jack's cock as he came, scraping it with her teeth and feeling its spongy hardness with her full, round lips. The knowledge that his dense, slippery cum was sliding down her throat and in to her stomach filled her with an indescribable joy.
"Keep sucking... don't stop!" Jack bellowed, writhing in ecstasy. "Drink it all... eeaahh!" All at once his balls ran dry and he reached the end of his orgasmic rope. But Joan kept right on sucking his flaccid prick, stirring his overstimulated nerves into a chaotic frenzy.
Don's cock was also running out of steam by then. It ground to a halt inside Joan's swampy cunthole as his climax blew over, but it continued to twitch and seep for several seconds more, percolating like a coffee pot.
And with her breath running short and her throat full of cum, Joan suddenly began to choke. She frantically pushed Jack off her face and gasped for air, coughing and rubbing her eyes. Her orgasm fizzled away as quickly as a lightning flash, and her entire body went as limp as the two men's' cocks. The action was over.
"Oh fuck, I was just getting interested!" John groaned from his ringside seat.
Turned-on by the sight of his girlfriend taking in two loads of jism, he had stroked and manipulated his massive cock into another hard-on. But he felt his energy level dropping again now that the erotic festivities had ended.
"Wow, that's quite a stiff you got there, fella!" Cindy cooed, spying John's big, erect cock. "It seems a shame to waste it on your hand!"
"Have you got something better to offer?" John wise-cracked.
Cindy said nothing. Instead she simply opened her mouth, placed her curled fingers in front of her face, and began flicking her wrist, miming the act of sucking a cock.
"It's a deal!" John cackled, a lusty shudder wracking his muscular body.
Without a word, Cindy crawled across the floor as gracefully as a cat and positioned herself on her knees between John's quaking thighs. She then fastened her tart little mouth over his throbbing cockhead and began stroking his ivory prickshaft, just the way she had silently promised she would.
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By a strange coincidence, Carl Jefferson's cock began to swell into a hard-on at almost the precise instant that his wife Cindy started going down on John Peterson. Carl was sitting in his office at work trying to finish an important report, but his heart just wasn't in it. His encounter with Wendy " Fry the previous afternoon had reawakened his long-dormant lust for sex, and all day he had been thinking about how much he wanted to get home and fuck his wife. Strange that it took an affair with another woman to make him appreciate Cindy's beautiful body again!
Carl tried to bury his thoughts in the report, but it was no use. He just had to get home and get fucked. Complaining of a headache, he asked his boss if he could leave early, then he grabbed his coat and hurried out the door like a kid on the last day of school.
Boy, just think how surprised Cindy's gonna be when I come home early for once! he thought as he jumped into his car.
Cindy wasn't the only one who was in for a big surprise!
CHAPTER EIGHT
The first indication that something was wrong came when Carl arrived home and discovered a couple of his friends' cars in the driveway. In addition to arousing his suspicions, this also forced him to park in the street. Consequently, none of the party-goers in the bedroom heard him getting out of his car.
Carl really had no idea what to expect when he entered the house. If there had been only one car in the driveway he may have suspected his wife of fooling around, but the fact that there were two cars in the driveway meant that she obviously had more than one visitor. What could she possibly be up to?
He found out exactly what she was up to the minute he stepped through the bedroom door. Cindy was just lapping up the last of John Peterson's cum when Carl walked-into the room. Her other guests were in equal compromising positions. Jeff was fucking Samantha up the ass, Samantha was sucking Don's spent cum out of Joan's cunt, Joan was blowing Don, and Jack was lying on the floor between Cindy's legs, eating her out while she sucked John. It certainly was quite a sight for Carl to come home to!
"What the fuck is all this?" he demanded, more shocked than angry.
All at once the hot, wild sexual activity in the bedroom ground to a halt. Carl's harsh words had the same effect on Cindy and her friends as a bucket of ice water. There was a long, uncomfortable silence, as nobody had any idea what to do or say. Finally Cindy decided she'd better do some fast talking.
"Well what did you expect me to do?" she lashed out at her husband. "You spend all your fucking time at the office, then when you finally do come home, you go right to sleep! We haven't fucked in weeks! Well I'm sorry, but I'm a normal, healthy young woman, and I can't live like a nun! Okay, maybe this is carrying things to the extreme, but I was desperate!"
Cindy's angry words cut through Carl like a knife. Everything she had said was true, and until that moment he hadn't realized just how badly he had neglected her. And he couldn't very well yell at her for cheating, since he himself had been unfaithful just the day before. What's more, he couldn't really be angry with his friends, Don and John, since they had brought their own mates to the orgy. All in all, Carl felt like a real asshole.
"Well, okay, maybe I was asking for something like this," he conceded in a barely audible whisper. "But it's still quite a shock to my system to walk into my own bedroom and find my wife conducting an orgy."
With tears welling up in her eyes and John's cum dribbling down her chin, Cindy was a pathetic sight. Totally at a loss for words, she rushed across the room and into Carl's arms, sobbing.
"Hey, look--don't be so upset! I'll get over it!" Carl offered with a forced chuckle. "Besides, I brought this whole mess onto myself by ignoring you! Oh honey, how can I ever make it up to you?"
"You could join the orgy."
The voice that spoke belonged not to Cindy, but to Samantha. Carl had almost forgotten that he and Cindy were not alone, but when he looked down at the floor, he suddenly became very much aware of the fact that there two other nude females besides his wife in the room. Samantha was resting on her haunches between Joan's wide spread legs, her striking red hair draped down across her bare, white shoulders. Her face was glistening with Joan's feminine lubricant, her large, round tits white shoulders.
Her face was glistening with Joan's feminine lubricant, her large, round tits were sweating and heaving, and her lovely, reddish-orange muff of cunthair was clearly visible between her thighs. Carl had met with Samantha and Joan before and had been impressed by their attractiveness, and he couldn't quite believe that they were now both lying naked on his bedroom floor.
"Hmmm. Maybe there's something to these orgies after all!" he drawled, his face breaking into a smile. He released Cindy from his arms and sauntered over to where Samantha and Joan lay to more closely inspect their beautiful, naked bodies. "I mean, in addition to my pretty, blonde wife, now I've got a gorgeous redhead and a sexy brunette at my disposal. What more could a man want?"
Everyone in the room began to breathe a little easier as it became apparent that Carl was going to join the fun.
"I'm glad you chose to see things our way!" Samantha purred, kneeling in front of Carl's crotch. His neatly pressed slacks were doing a poor job of concealing the massive hard-on that had swollen up inside them. "I think you'll find the experience quite enjoyable!"
Joan quickly positioned herself at Samantha's side while the eye-popping redhead unbuckled Carl's belt and unzipped his fly. His body was trembling at the prospect of having his prick exposed to these two beautiful women.
"Hmm, not bad!" Samantha cooed when his throbbing cock bobbed into view. "I think I'll give it a lick!"
And that she did, flicking out her long tongue and trailing it along the underside of Carl's turgid cockshaft in smooth, fluid strokes. Without breaking stride, she opened her mouth when she reached the base of his prick and sucked up his fuzzy, low-hanging balls. This left his fleshy cocktip free for Joan to suck on, and she drew it greedily into her mouth.
A bewildering range of emotions converged on Carl's brain as Samantha and Joan mouthed his cockhead and nuts. He loved the way it felt to be blown by two sexy women at one time, but he still felt a little uncomfortable having his wife present while it was happening. He turned and regarded Cindy with a sheepish grin, and, to his delight, she wasn't the least bit upset or jealous.
"That's it, honey, enjoy yourself!" she giggled, melting into John's lap. "You need a good come!"
Secure in the knowledge that he had his wife's blessing, Carl turned his full attention to the two slurping, sucking women who were attacking his cock. They worked very well together. Samantha was very softly and delicately kissing his squishy balls while Joan sucked his meaty prick-point as hard as she could. It felt as if his bloated prick was caught in a blizzard of velvety female lips and tongue. Cupping a beautiful head in the palm of each hand, Carl began rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, swirling his gooey balls around on Samantha's tongue and fucking straight into Joan's soft, round mouth with his spongy prick-head.
"I told you my wife gave good head!" Don laughed, settling back to enjoy the show.
"You got that right!" Carl replied, running his fingers through the two bobbing heads of silky hair. He could feel Samantha's jaws shifting as she furiously licked his nuts, and he could detect the outline of his bulbous cockhead through Joan's puffed-out cheeks.
"Shit, two heads definitely are better than one!" he moaned.
Two heads also brought him to climax much faster. Within minutes Carl could feel the cum rising from his balls up into his cock-stem, and he tried to brace himself for the inevitable explosion. Samantha could tell that he was about to come, and in order to heighten his climax, she exhaled his nuts and began licking the underside of his waxy cock as rapidly as she could.
That did the trick. A long, stringy jet of jism suddenly spurted out Carl's prickhead and into Joan's open mouth. She immediately spit his milky cum back onto his convulsive prickhead and began spreading it around with her tongue, allowing Samantha to share the spoils of a blow-job well done. The two girls joined forces to lap up Carl's squirting jizz, smearing it all over his cock and their faces in the process. They looked like a couple of kittens sharing a dish of cream as they hungrily sucked up every drop of his thick, white cum.
"Ooo, I wish I was in on that!" Cindy whined from the sidelines. "I haven't blown Carl in so long that I can't remember what his cum tastes like!"
"Don't worry, honey--you'll have plenty of opportunities to suck me off in the future!" Carl laughed. "I'm not gonna neglect you any more!"
"Does that mean we're not gonna have any more orgies?" Cindy asked, a little concerned.
"On the contrary!" Carl assured her. "I think we've finally found the right formula for a successful marriage: One horny wife, one open-minded husband, and plenty of understanding friends!"
"I'll drink to that!" Samantha replied, swallowing the last of Carl's cum.
