The overwhelming problems that some people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under usual circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his jobs, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the football player who, under immense pressures to perform well, takes drugs.
Amy Prescott is one of these people, for her problem-a husband who is consistently unable to satisfy her-leads her to seek companionship and satisfaction in the arms of strangers, some of whom only wish to use her.
HORNY NEIGHBOR WIFE-the story of a young wife whose search for happiness takes her down a long road of abuse and degradation. A novel about a society which too often ignores a person's cry for help.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Amy Prescott kicked the bedcovers off of her naked legs and gently spread her black-haired cuntlips with her fingertips. She moaned softly as she felt the wetness of her cunt juice glazing the sensitive pink pulp of her pussy slit. Her practiced fingers found the throbbing pearl of her clit, and. her lusty groans of self-inflicted passion intensified as her nerves tingled with pleasure.
She blinked her deep blue eyes up at the ceiling above her bed and pretended that her husband was toying with her juicy fuck-button. Suddenly, she stiffened two fingers and plowed them straight and deep into the simmering folds of her quivering pussy. She shrieked as she rotated her fingers in tight, circular motions against the juice-slickened walls of her cunt channel. She humped her shapely, firm asscheeks up and down on the mattress as she started sliding her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt.
Amy finger-fucked herself with an increasing frenzy until her digits were plunging through her sloshy-wet cunt tissues, propelling her toward an explosive orgasm. She rushed toward the happy moment, bracing herself for the ecstatic release that would signal the climax of another morning of self-gratification.
"Now, now!" she whispered to the empty bedroom, playing out the fantasy that it was Eddie on top of her, fucking her pussy with his gigantic prick and driving on toward a satisfying, violent orgasm. "Yes, yes, baby! I'm almost there! I'm about to come!"
She arched her spine and tensed her body just as spasms shuddered throughout the depths of her pussy canal and fanned out to every nerve-ending in her body. She released a guttural groan of animal-like lust as her imbedded fingers became engulfed in hot fluids. Her whole body started trembling and she bellowed another cry of joy as her climax erupted with a terrific force.
She slumped back down on the mattress, gasping for breath as the pleasing sensations of her fading orgasm echoed throughout her body. Her lusty groans soon became sighs as she regained a degree of composure. She slipped her sticky-wet fingers from her cunt and ordered herself off the bed. No use dwelling on the humiliation of having to finger-fuck herself to pleasure again, she told herself with another deep sigh as she padded across the bedroom to the adjoining bathroom. She had just completed what had become a morning ritual and Amy was determined to no longer feel guilty about it.
As Amy stood under the stinging spray of the shower water, she reflected back on her one-year marriage to Eddie Prescott with a now-familiar mixture of emotions. It was true that she still loved her husband deeply. From the first time they had met, Amy had fallen hopelessly in love with his easy masculine grace and charm. His blond good looks and athletic body still sent shivers of lust up and down her spine and caused her pussy to throb and convulse whenever she allowed her gaze to linger on him. He wasn't rich, but he had a well-paying job which offered her as much security as any other woman she knew. The flip side to that was that Eddie was often away from home doing his job of selling medical supplies throughout a three-state territory. She had no doubt that Eddie loved her as much as she loved him. But from the very beginning of their courtship and throughout their year-long marriage, a vital ingredient had been missing from their relationship.
Amy turned off the shower water and she stepped from the stall. She wrapped a towel around her luscious nudity and strolled from the bathroom as her mind continued to take an inventory of the pluses and minuses of her marriage. The long list of advantages, however, continued to pale when she considered that Eddie had not once been able to bring her to orgasm. That realization still shocked Amy even as she reconsidered it.
Eddie, in addition to his athletic good looks and appealing masculine features, was endowed with the biggest cock she had ever seen on a man. She remembered the exciting panic that had swept over her on her wedding night as she had stared at, then wondrously fondled his huge fuck-pole. She had imagined ungodly heights of excitement and pleasure to be forthcoming as he lowered himself atop her and speared her cunt with his colossal prick. She had hidden her disappointment after that first experience and continued to do so on all the subsequent lovemaking sessions that followed. Surely, she had reasoned, he would begin to control his quick-shooting prick as time went by. But over and over, in a variety of positions suggested by her, Eddie continued to blast his load moments after entering her expectant cunt. And always, Amy was left with the frustrating torture of unrelieved tension and unsatisfied sexual hunger.
She poured herself her first cup of coffee of the morning and sat at the kitchen dinette, carelessly letting the towel unravel from around her lush body. She flipped her fingertips through her still-damp short black curls and thought again of cheating on her husband. How much frustration was she expected to endure? The familiar debate raged through her mind. She didn't want to do anything that would hurt Eddie or her marriage, but she had limits, too. It was disgusting for a healthy twenty-one-year-old woman to have to fingerfuck herself to get sexual pleasure and satisfaction.
The chiming of the doorbell jolted Amy out of her mental debate. She stepped quickly to the front door, carefully re-wrapping the towel tightly around her body. She opened the door a couple of inches and peeked out onto the porch.
"Did I wake you?" Clara Thornton asked with a smile.
"No, no. Come in, Clara," Amy said ushering in her next-door neighbor. "I was going to call you later. I'm going crazy with boredom just staring at these four walls."
The two women walked back into the kitchen, where Amy poured her neighbor a cup of coffee. They settled around the dinette and Amy subtly admired Clara's sexy long blonde hair, her radiant facial features and her voluptuous figure packed provocatively into a tight pale-pink jogging suit. Clara was a teenaged widow who supported her teenaged son with her husband's life insurance money and a part-time job with the Ferris Real Estate Agency. Amy had found herself liking the sexy blonde more and more. Clara had proven to be an open, honest woman who never pried, but offered friendly advice on any topic whenever Amy asked. Amy was grateful for the older woman's friendship and had discovered that Clara's advice was usually accurate and beneficial.
"You should get out more, dear," Clara said, sipping her coffee. "No reason for you to sit around the house all day and brood. Get out and do things."
"I've been to more matinees than a movie critic, and I've shopped until my feet feel like boils," Amy said with a sigh. She took a deep breath and decided to bring up the subject that had been plaguing her for months. She felt she knew Clara well enough and could trust her to share such intimate concerns. "I'm horny, Clara. I'm like a bitch in heat. I'm about to go nuts for some good old-fashioned fucking." She blurted the words, making it impossible to censor them or allow her mind to sugar-coat her feelings. With the words finally spoken, a deep blush reddened her cheeks and Amy quickly grabbed her coffee cup and drank.
Clara shocked her by throwing her head back and laughing deeply. "So that's it!" Clara said as her chuckling died. "I should have guessed. But with that hunk of a husband you've got, you've got to pardon me for not snapping right to it. Are you telling me that Eddie doesn't fuck you?"
"He fucks at me," Amy admitted. "He has one hell of a cannon, but the world's shortest fuse."
"Ah, quick-shooter," Clara said with a sympathetic nod. "Well, shit, sister, that's easy to fix. Just takes practice."
"Easy for you to say. In the meantime, my fingers are getting stiff-jointed from all the hand-fucking I'm giving myself."
"Poor baby, you really are stretched tight," Clara said. She reached across the dinette to gently cup Amy's hands in hers. "I know it isn't an easy thing. When my Henry died in that car crash two years ago, I almost went bonkers. The grief kept me plenty occupied for the first six months, then I started getting horny. It started as a tiny itch before it grew into a throbbing ache. I was about ready to fuck a doorknob until I picked up a guy in a department store. We went to a motel out on the highway and we fucked our brains out for two days." Clara giggled. "He waited until I ducked into the John at the end of that second day before he escaped with his life. He probably thought I was going to fuck him to death if he didn't make his get-away. I bet the thought of pussy made him ill for weeks after that."
"Well, what you did was understandable," Amy said. A sense of relief was already rushing over her as she realized confiding in Clara had been the right thing to do. "You were widowed, but I'm still very much married. And I love Eddie. If I cheated on him, I don't think I could handle the guilt."
"Wow, I sure hope Eddie knows how lucky he is to have a wife like you," Clara said. "Most women these days wouldn't give a second thought to knocking off a little strange cock on the side."
"It's not only that. If he ever found out, I know it would crush him. I wouldn't blame him for walking out." Amy glanced up into the blonde's bright blue eyes. "I know he feels bad about coming too quick, and I'm afraid I'll shatter his ego if I make a big deal out of it. I keep telling him it doesn't matter and not to worry about it, but I'm quickly going crazy. And finger-fucking ain't hacking it. Shit, Clara, I just don't know what to do."
The blonde leaned back in her chair and appraised Amy with a serious expression. "Maybe I have the answer. Interested?"
"You're kidding?" Amy said with a chuckle. "Why do you think I've laid all of this shit on you? I was hoping you'd have the answer."
"We've got to take this thing in steps," Clara said. "As worried as you are about guilt, it wouldn't be smart to rush you into things. First, we should take care of your immediate needs."
"How? Are you planning to call up some stud and have him hurry over to put out my fires?"
"Not a bad idea, if I didn't think you'd freeze up around some stranger. Besides, you are already preparing for a big guilt trip."
"See. I'm a hopeless case. Right?"
Clara shook her head slowly and stood. Taking Amy's hands, she guided her gently toward the bedroom. "I'm not a stranger, Clara. And you do trust me, don't you?"
"Sure, but what-"
"Just relax," Clara whispered as they stepped into the bedroom. "You've been fingerfucking yourself every day. I'm going to give you a rest."
"I don't know, Clara," Amy said haltingly. "I've never done any lesbo stuff before and-"
"I said relax," Clara snapped with a quiet chuckle. The blonde gently unknotted the towel from around Amy's body and let it drop to the floor at their feet. "Yeah, you've got a body to be proud of." Clara gave a low whistle as she gazed at Amy's lush nudity.
Amy trembled slightly as her neighbor's gaze lingered over her body. Her initial unease at standing naked in front of Clara was quickly eroding into a strange spasming of sensations. An erotic throbbing started deep inside her cunt and she felt her nipples harden excitedly as the blonde's obvious appreciation spread across her lovely face. Hell, I'm so horny, everything is turning me on, Amy scolded herself. But she couldn't deny the growing arousal she was experiencing, tingling her senses and causing her cuntlips to moisten.
"The main difference, darling, between fucking with a man and making love with a woman, is that you'll always enjoy it with a woman," Clara said softly as she gently rubbed her fingertips over Amy's pert, hardened nipples. She spread her fingers wide in an impossible attempt to enclose the full swollen mass of Amy's firm, soft pink-white flesh.
Amy's immediate reaction was a short intake of breath. The tingling sensations instantly sparked into shuddering pockets of exploding ecstasy as glorious delight showered throughout her senses. Amy felt her knees become rubbery and she heard her pulse hammering in her ears as her excitement grew. She found herself bending to the whims and manipulations of the beautiful blonde.
Clara caressed Amy's tits gently, fingers tormenting her hardened nipples. She moved a little closer and kissed Amy's cheek, close to the corner of her mouth, as she moved her hands in delicate small circles over the tingling, global mounds of Amy's tits. Little by little, Amy's high, full tits rose and fell with her gasping breath.
Amy's fears rushed back into her brain in a torrent. Clara's touch was exciting her, thrilling her to dizzying heights she could not remember ever having enjoyed. The gentle hands were so soft and sure, the touch so light and delicate, so different from Eddie's hard, bony-fingered massages. A chilling sense of dread knifed through her mind,' causing her a brief worry that she was not only a horny slut, but a lesbo slut at that! Then, as quickly as the horrifying through occurred, it vanished, swept away by the flood of ecstasy that swam vigorously from the pit of her hot pussy, all the way out to the nerve endings in her fingers and toes. She suddenly wished that Clara would stop teasing her and get on with whatever dykes did to each other. She stirred restlessly.
"You excite easily, darling," Clara whispered with a smile. "Same as me." The blonde's voice was thickening with desire as she let her hands drop from Amy's tits and glide downward toward the younger woman's glistening black thatch of curly pussy hair. "That's a good sign," she added with a leer. "It means we will have lots of wonderful times together."
Amy groaned as the older woman's fingertips laced through the top of her cunt patch. She instinctively leaned forward until her wet, hot mouth plastered hard against Clara's ripe, full lips. Amy swooned with the renewed gush of pleasure as she tasted the other woman's mouth on hers. She let her own lips mold to Clara's. She tasted the sweetness, the warmth of the older woman's mouth and immediately felt breathless. Her nostrils flared and she needed no urging to part her lips and accept Clara's hot tongue.
Amy moaned with ecstasy. Her tits felt as if the nipples would burst. Her guts constricted with a fierce urgency as the trembling spasms racking her cunt channel shuddered violently.
She tore her mouth free and sucked air into her lungs. Her mind was no longer dulled, but somehow it didn't matter. She knew exactly what she was doing. She could see it all with cold clarity. There was no room for guilt or shock or even surprise. Her senses were urging her on to experience the utter delights that awaited her in the arms of this fabulous blonde woman. Her entire cunt had been sparked by the deep-throated kiss and there was no stopping her feelings now.
She pushed away from Clara just enough to start tearing at the blonde's jogging suit, anxious to see her neighbor nude and enjoy the luscious sight of the older woman's huge, shapely tits and long, tapered legs. Clara's breathing came in rapid gasps as she assisted Amy in stripping off the jogging suit. In a few seconds, their mutual work was rewarded with Clara standing in front of Amy, totally nude.
Amy wasted no time fondling the blonde's lovely, large tits and toying with her pointy, jutting nipples. She had never touched another woman so intimately before and the experience was creating delightful sensations throughout Amy's body.
Clara suddenly ducked her head down and she placed her warm wet mouth on Amy's nipple, tightening her lips on it and sucking hungrily. It was impossible for Amy to hold back a deep sigh of pleasure. It felt so good, so very good! She couldn't remember getting this hot so fast. It's just that I'm so fucking horny, she told herself as she panted and savored the sensations flowing through her body.
"Let's get comfortable," Clara whispered, slipping her arm around Amy's waist and gently guiding her toward the bed.
Amy eagerly stretched out on the bed and gazed at the blonde's shapely body as she joined her nestling her warm flesh against Amy's super-charged skin. Amy groaned as the older woman instantly began moving her hand downward, sliding her fingers over the velvety skin of the frustrated young woman's tense belly. Amy's groan deepened and she instinctively brought her legs together as she felt the blonde's hand creep through the silken black hair that covered her cunt.
Clara stifled her own moans of pleasure by returning her mouth to Amy's tit. She sucked gently on Amy's firm tit globe then tongue whipped the younger woman's sensitive, erect nipple. She nibbled the tender area playfully, teasingly, before returning to a hungry sucking action. All the while, she rubbed her fingers boldly through Amy's glistening pussy patch, tracing a scorching path through the curly forest.
As spontaneously as she had brought her thighs together, Amy parted them again as she felt Clara's hand rake through her cunt patch and brush softly over her throbbing, wet pussylips. Amy groaned in surprised excitement as the older woman suddenly pushed a rigid finger into Amy's cunt.
Amy lifted herself, arching her back in answer to the wave of liquid pleasure that was washing through her nerves at the woman's seductive touch. The panting younger woman hung there for a long moment, paralyzed by the beautiful sensations of complete sexual arousal that the older woman's finger was bringing her as she moved it in ever-widening circles, stretching her cunt mouth wider and wider until she was able to wedge a second finger up into her smoldering fuckhole.
Amy dropped back onto the bed and squirmed uncontrollably. The wet mouth her on tit and the hand in her cunt were going to make her come! It wouldn't take long now, she knew. Pleasure barged over her senses as her groans became screams of joy.
Clara pulled her mouth off the younger woman's tit and found her lips. She pressed her mouth against Amy's lips and darted her serpent-like tongue straight into the younger woman's mouth while continuing to work her stroking fingers vigorously in and out of Amy's seething pussy.
Amy began to twist and turn more violently with the raging sensations gyrating her nerves. She had never been so turned on in her life.
Then, Clara pulled back, her mouth hovering just above Amy's, so close that Amy could feel the older woman's panting breath. "You could become habit-forming, baby," Clara purred. "You're such a sweet little package! I'm going to show you. what it's like to be made love to by another woman. You're going to discover how good it can be with a lover who knows what you need and how to do it!"
Clara ducked her head and planted a wet kiss on Amy's neck. Then she continued downward, stopping momentarily over Amy's huge tits before traveling on toward the younger woman's flat belly. Amy felt another streak of panic mingled with the ecstasy. There was no doubt what Clara was about to do and Amy's instant worry was that she would like it too much. After this, will a man ever be able to thrill me, she wondered even as the sensations intensified.
A terrible weakness seemed to smother Amy as the older woman's experienced kisses pelted her belly-button. She swooned as she felt Clara's hot breath on her shivering pussy. Then, with a cruel tease, the older woman deftly skipped over Amy's cunt and kissed along the satiny insides of her thighs. Instinctively, Amy opened her thighs wider, enough for Clara to get her blonde-haired head between them.
Amy lay there on her back, helplessly surrendering to the delights the older woman was giving and just as excited by the sensual sight of Clara's head wedged between her spread thighs. She blinked her eyes up at the bedroom ceiling and gasped, sucking in air as her body trembled in eager anticipation.
She shrieked out in utter joy at the first touch of Clara's tongue over the partly open, moist outer lips of her cunt. The shriek became a guttural scream of ecstasy as the older woman's tongue slashed from Amy's asshole all the way forward to the throbbing clit standing stiffly near the top of her hairy cuntslit. Clara's tongue touched her sensitive clit, then lapped at it with soft slaps. She closed her lips around the woman's spasming little fuck bud and massaged it with tender sucks as Amy bellowed out in pure lust.
Pleasure racked her senses as Amy screamed with delight when Clara finally moved her tongue down the insides of Amy's spreading, pink-lined pussylips and darted it in and out of her cunthole. The older woman plunged her tongue several times into Amy's convulsing pussy, then returned her concentration to the younger woman's clit and upper cuntlips, lapping and washing them with her saliva.
Amy was panting and moaning, twitching her ass around on the mattress, hanging onto the back of Clara's head with both hands, pressing the blonde's face harder against her burning twat. Ecstasy flooded her senses as she started coming with a terrific force. Her pussy juice splashed out of the depths of her cunt canal and sloshed onto the blonde's darting tongue and churning lips.
"Oooohhh! God, I'm coming like never before!" Amy cried out in wild abandon, thrilling to the way the blonde was expertly eating her pussy. "Goddamn, I'm going to faint!"
Her twitching pussy shuddered in unending spasms as one orgasm ended just as another began. Her cunt juice flowed like pent-up water bursting through a dam and her nerve endings seemed to smolder as desire flamed throughout her body. With a supreme effort, Amy mustered every ounce of strength inside her quaking body and pushed the blonde's head from between her thighs. Then she lay back, gasping for breath and experiencing the echoes of her orgasm finally fading throughout her senses. It was impossible for her to even think until her violent, joyous climax receded.
"Feel better, darling?" Clara asked softly as she moved up to kiss Amy's mouth, the residue from Amy's orgasms still on her lush lips.
Amy was too weak to answer. Her mind was in turmoil even as her body tingled in the pleasant afterglow of released lust. She had liked it. Shit, she had loved it! Her mind swirled as she gazed at the blonde's conical tits that hung directly above her face, inviting and beautiful.
Then Clara ducked down and she kissed Amy's mouth again, allowing her big tits to brush against the younger woman's chest.
Amy reached her arms around the blonde's neck and she pulled the older woman down on top of her. She returned the blonde's sensuous kiss by darting her stiffened tongue deep into Clara's receptive mouth and thrilled as she tasted her own cunt juice, The thoughts of doubt and worry were quickly coated over with renewed thoughts of lust and need as Amy ran her hands down over the blonde's back. She knew there would be plenty of time to worry about the consequences of enjoying the loving caresses and tongue-strokes of the other woman. Right now, Amy's hungry lust preoccupied her.
She would question herself later.
CHAPTER TWO
Amy tongue-fucked Clara's mouth for long seconds as the blonde started squirming and groaning on top of her. Finally, the blonde pulled her mouth away from Amy's darting, active tongue and she moved up until her big tits were again dangling above the younger woman's face.
Amy looked up at them and felt a now familiar warmth spring through her body. Just the alluring sight of the blonde's big, shapely tits was beginning to excite her and she had to give in to the sudden impulse to suck them into her mouth. Clara helped as she slowly dragged her nipple over Amy's partly opened mouth. Amy touched her tongue to the tip of it and the blonde squealed. The next instant, Clara's pointed tit was in Amy's mouth and she was pulling at it. Amy was experiencing a pulsating eruption of pleasure that sparked through her own tits and hammered deep inside the hidden pit of her cunt.
The blonde was going crazy, wiggling and squirming while squealing with the sounds of pleasure as Amy's mouth churned on her captured tit. Then Amy switched to Clara's other tit and repeated her hungry sucking and tonguing of the sensitive orb.
As the blonde's cries of joy intensified, she abruptly pulled herself farther up, freeing her tit from Amy's sucking lips. Before Amy could comprehend what the older woman was doing, the blonde had straddled the younger woman's face and had positioned her blonde-haired pussy directly above Amy's mouth. Amy choked back a surprised gasp as she stared up at the pussy hovering above her face.
The warm feel of the downy insides of Clara's thighs against her cheeks seemed to calm her panic as Amy blinked at the close-up view of the blonde's cunt. She had never so closely examined any other woman's cunt before, and the size of Clara's pussy amazed her. It was slippery wet and -rimmed with thick, coarse blonde hair, just slightly darker than the hair atop her head. The blonde's cunt was clean and smelled nice and strangely provocative.
Amy felt her panic slip behind a strong wave of eager excitement and she found herself suddenly tempted to perform the task that Clara obviously had in mind. Amy's timidity was quickly evaporating and she began to moan softly as she saw Clara's rawly open cunt slit coming closer and closer. Amy thrilled as she witnessed the older woman's pussylips stretching wide apart.
Slowly, Amy raised her head to meet Clara's descending cunt, pursing her lips and pressing them into her friend's warm, wet pussy to kiss the heart of the blonde's fuckhole. The sweetness of the unique flavoring, blending with the intimate musk, presented a scent and a taste that were intoxicating. Amy closed her eyes and just let her senses drift away.
The damp blonde hair of Clara's cunt-bush tickled Amy's lips as she darted her tongue straight into the older woman's juicy pussy slit. The delicate pussy folds parted easily, providing Amy's invading tongue easy passage into the simmering depths. Cuntflesh parted for her driving, slithering tongue as Amy greedily lapped the clinging juices and slurped them down. Clara's muffled, guttural moans from above spurred Amy on as she thrust her tongue deeper and deeper into the blonde's syrupy pussy slit. She plainly heard the blonde yelp with pleasure as her clit nudged against Amy's nose, igniting more passion throughout the blonde's shuddering body.
Amy drank in the sweet nectar and boldly thrust her tongue all the way into Clara's cunt. She felt the blonde's fingers lace and tighten on her scalp as she began humping gently against Amy's face. Sensations swept over Amy as he found herself practically drowning under the woman, but she didn't waste any time trying to figure out the strangely erotic sensations she was experiencing. She was too busy tongue-fucking Clara's blonde-haired pussy and drinking the luscious, tangy juices that were secreting with a gushing force into her mouth.
"Aaaahhhhh, yeeeaaahhh!" Clara groaned with a harsh whisper. "You sure learn fast, darling! You eat cunt like a real pro!"
It was difficult for Amy to hear the blonde's praise, as the older woman's thighs were tightly clamped around Amy's ears, but it didn't matter. Amy was totally consumed with the job of kissing and sucking Clara's throbbing cunt. She nibbled and licked and plunged her stiffened tongue in and out of the blonde's soupy pussy, eager to return all the pleasure that the older woman had before given to her. She didn't even notice as the older woman slowly started turning around until Amy discovered that her nose was somehow now probing the puckered regions of Clara's asshole.
She tried to gasp out in surprise, but the blonde's pussy remained plastered against her mouth, muting any sound. Amy reached up and gripped Clara's firm, round asscheeks in a vain attempt to lift the blonde off of her face. She succeeded only in spreading apart Clara's asscheeks and further exposing her shitter. At that moment, Clara leaned forward, stretching herself across Amy's chest and stomach until her face was inching down onto the younger woman's cunt. Amy used this opportunity to boldly knife her tongue straight into the offered shit chute.
Clara bellowed a husky squeal of pure passion as she buried her face in Amy's cunt and lashed her tongue through the curly black hairs covering the younger woman's pussylips. Fresh horrors tried to streak through Amy's mind, but she quickly shut them out as she darted her tongue in and out of the blonde's tight asshole.
Clara's lusty squeals grew into throaty cries as a stream of her sweet pussy nectar dripped from her quivering cuntlips and splashed onto Amy's chin. She pried apart the younger woman's hairy pussylips with her fingertips and snaked her hungry tongue hard into the seething, pink folds of Amy's inner cunt passage.
The tart taste of Clara's asshole seemed to only drive Amy into a frenzy of tonguefucking motions as she slammed her searing tongue in and out of the blonde's tight, private shitter. Her mind and body sank into a spinning storm of heavenly delight that was almost more than she could endure.
She felt the fluid of Clara's orgasm coating her face, but still she drove her tongue in and out of the blonde's asshole. Clara's expert tongue was performing magical wonders to Amy's cunt and she wasn't eager for the older woman to stop. A new fear gripped Amy as her senses jangled with vibrating ecstasy. She worried that if she stopped tongue-fucking the blonde's shitter, Clara might stop the marvelous licking and sucking she was doing to Amy's lust-starved cunt. No way did Amy want that to happen!
Amy let out a scream of pleasure that got lost against the blonde's shapely asscheeks as Clara's tongue-tip flicked over her quivering clit. The hard, little pearl tingled with delight against the attack of the blonde's tongue, and Amy could no longer suppress her cries of joy. She fought to maintain the stroking motions of her tongue in and out of the blonde's shitter, but it soon became an impossible task. The sensations flooding her own senses made such concentration unthinkable as she swooned under the delightful tongue-strokes invading her shuddering pussy.
Amy was on the verge of another fierce orgasm almost instantly, and she responded by humping her pelvis up wildly, thrusting her quaking pussy hard into the blonde's face. Clara reacted by plunging her stiffened tongue even harder into Amy's juice-drenched pussy and bouncing her ass lightly up and down on the younger woman's face. Both women cried out with squeals of lusty satisfaction as their cunts convulsed in trembling climaxes.
Eventually, Clara slumped atop Amy and toppled off, gasping for breath beside the younger woman on the bed while Amy continued to groan passionately, savoring the rewards of yet another gratifying orgasm. She marveled at how pleasant coming could be and was secretly amazed that she had almost forgotten the glorious feeling.
"Ummmmm, you are one horny little bitch," Clara whispered between gasps as she lazily scratched her fingernails around Amy's jutting tits. "Feel better?"
Amy nodded and flashed a weak grin at the blonde. "Now I'm worried that you've introduced me to something I will get to like too well. Does that make any sense?"
Clara chuckled and playfully slapped Amy's left thigh. "Afraid I've turned you into a raving lesbo, eh?"
"Well, it is bothering me," Amy admitted, hoping that the trust she was placing in her neighbor was justified.
"Forget it, honey," Clara said with a wink. "I'll even prove it to you that you haven't been turned off of cock," she added as she reached for the phone on the bedside nightstand.
"Who are you calling?" Amy asked as panic once again gripped her. "I told you, Clara, that I'm not ready for some stud to come and service me. I'm not prepared to handle that. I've already got enough to worry about."
"You have nothing to worry about, dear," Clara said soothingly. "What I have in mind shouldn't pose a threat to you. Besides, I've got to prove to you that a hard prick will still thrill you."
"I'll take your word for it," Amy said with a small chuckle.
Clara smiled and gently tweaked one of Amy's nipples while cradling the phone receiver in her free hand. "Brian," she said into the phone. "Come next door, darling. Mother has a swell treat for you. Mrs. Prescott would like to get better acquainted with you."
Amy stiffened and her pulse quickened. She opened her mouth to protest, but couldn't find the words. That Clara was actually summoning her teenaged son for stud duty startled Amy into speechless dismay. She tried to express her shock but she couldn't muster the appropriate revulsion. Instead, a strange excitement suddenly raced through her. She wasn't ready to admit to herself that she had eyed the young boy more than once, especially lately, with more than casual notice. He was a good-looking boy just entering the delightful stage bordering childhood innocence and virile manhood. She watched Clara hang up the phone and faced the blonde with a shocked expression, even though her senses were secretly prickling with lusty anticipation.
"Relax," Clara said with a hearty laugh. "Ease up and enjoy." Clara embraced Amy, pressing her big tits against the younger woman's huge, shapely tits. "You'll soon be convinced that a little nice girl-play won't make you a raving lesbo."
Amy was quickly getting beyond the point of caring about anything. Her nipples were once again tingling into hard, rubbery beans and a sensual stirring deep in her cunt was propelling her toward another bout of ecstasy. Nothing else mattered for the moment.
She roamed her hands over Clara's flawless back, thrilling to the satiny feel of her feminine flesh and quickly falling into the delirium of pleasure that had been absent until today. She shuddered as the blonde nibbled her lush lips along the side of Amy's neck and brushed her creamy thighs against the younger woman's black-thatched cunt. Electric sparks singed Amy's tits as they rubbed against Clara's, igniting additional sensations and causing her head to spin with desire and arousal.
Amy heard the doorbell ring, but it was like a dull, distant sound to her ears. Clara's sucking lips were concentrating on her throbbing tits, while the blonde's knee was gently brushing Amy's wet cunt. Delicately, Clara pulled away from her and whispered that she would get the door.
Amy lay passively with closed eyes, consumed by the glorious sensations rippling over her body and swelling her senses. She moaned happily when she felt Clara climbed back onto the bed and slip her arms gently around her. Amy blinked open her eyes and discovered that she was staring directly at the blonde's beautiful tits. She didn't hesitate as she drew one of Clara's tits into her mouth. She sucked gently and slowly, savoring the taste and texture of the luscious tit, delighting in the way Clara's pert nipple sprang to life inside her warm mouth.
She was aware of Clara easing her up until Amy was on top of the lovely blonde. The maneuver was accomplished without Amy losing contract with the blonde's tit and Amy sighed with pleasure as she squirmed atop the shapely older woman. She didn't resist when Clara firmly pushed her downward. Amy was eager to apply herself wholly to the kissing and sucking of Clara's blonde-haired pussy.
Amy settled between the blonde's long legs and she nestled her face against Clara's juice-slickened cunt. She darted her tongue through the woman's sensitive cunt flesh and thrilled as she heard the blonde's guttural approval. The taste of Clara's cunt drove Amy to new levels of passion as she worked her tongue feverishly through the delicate flesh.
She was so intent on her pussy-eating chores that Amy wasn't aware of a third party climbing onto the bed behind her. Even when she felt a hand caressing her back and hips and upturned asscheeks, she thought that it was Clara responding to the tongue-fucking her pussy was receiving.
It wasn't until Amy felt hard, ungentle fingers spreading apart her asscheeks, traveling the length of her asscrack and then dipping into her tightly puckered shitter, that she suddenly realized that someone else was on the bed with her and Clara. It jolted her back to sharp reality and provided her first recollection that Clara's teenaged son, Brian, was in the house.
"Ooooohhhhh, don't stop!" Clara pleaded in a harsh, breathless tone, humping her hips up and thrusting her dripping cunt hard into Amy's mouth. "Keep eating my pussy! Brian will take good care of you. He's a fabulous cunt-sucker!"
"No, no," Amy whined, her protests muffled as Clara forced the younger woman's lips against her pussy by clamping her thighs around Amy's head. "He's doing something to my ass!"
"Don't worry, dear," Clara replied. "You must really turn him on if he's tonguing your asshole first."
Amy struggled briefly before discovering it was impossible to free herself from the hot prison of Clara's thighs and juicy cunt. In the meantime, Brian was keeping her in position with his strong hands holding her ass up in the air, providing a ready target for whatever he planned.
New horror streaked through Amy's mind as she felt Brian's hands spreading the cheeks of her ass as far as possible. Then he leaned forward and Amy was shocked beyond words to feel his tongue start at the rear of her pussy and lick right up to the base of her spine, then down again to concentrate on the hard, taut pucker of Amy's asshole. These were sensations that Amy had never experienced before, and they were almost more than her mind and body could endure.
"Oh, no, no. Stop, please stop!" she cried in a voice barely able to travel through the wet confines of Clara's smothering cuntlips. "I can't take it any longer!"
"You'll have to, dear," Clara said softly, continuing to hump her ass up and down gently on the mattress, squeezing her thighs even tighter around Amy's head, locking the younger woman's face against her quivering pussy. "A young stud like Brian isn't easy to handle if he gets horny and hard and isn't allowed to come. Sometimes he gets violent if he doesn't get his way. Boys will be boys, dear."
As far as Amy could tell, Brian never replied. He was too busy keeping his tongue plunging in and out of her shit-chute with rapid, thrusting strokes. She groaned as her entire body trembled when the boy's tongue impaled her asshole deeper than she imagined possible. Shivers of delight rumbled throughout her body as the boy lustfully tongue-fucked her shitter, dribbling his warm saliva into her buttery channel. Then just as the sensations gyrated to remarkable intensity, the boy suddenly pulled back, abandoning her shitter.
Again, Amy felt the boy's fingers prying apart her asscheeks and she tensed involuntarily, wondering what to expect next. The answer came almost immediately and she shrieked as she felt the boy's cockhead push against her rebelling tight asshole. Her scream was choked off by Clara's cunt and Amy could do nothing to escape the plunging rigid prick that was now fucking into her painfully snug shitter.
Amy let out another scream, which died abruptly against Clara's cuntlips, and she tried to pull away from the boy's fucking cock. She succeeded in only pushing her face harder into Clara's convulsing pussy, shutting off further screams. Besides, it was too late to struggle. Brian's hard prick was already wedged deep into her muscle-tightened asshole.
At least the boy wasn't oversized, Amy thought as she gradually relaxed and adjusted to the feeling of having a cock imbedded in her shitter. She made one last futile attempt to free herself by shaking her ass violently, but his cock was imbedded too deeply inside her. Then he began to pump against her, faster and faster as Clara bucked her cunt harder and harder onto Amy's face.
Amy went limp for long moments, letting the two of them have their way with her. She tried to ignore the pain that the unaccustomed invasion of her shitter was causing her. Then as if her senses were playing a cruel trick on her, Amy felt the stinging, bubbling reblossoming of arousal creeping through her nerves.
Slowly, the pain grew into pleasure that heated her brain and the perverted use of her body was gradually forgotten. She was ashamed and hated herself for being so weak, for allowing herself to enjoy it, but there was no denying her true feelings. The boy's brutal attack was transforming her outrage and discomfort into a glow of utter delight. Her painful grunts soon became groans of joy as she began sucking on Clara's cunt with a new vigor and vengeance.
She felt Clara's orgasm catch on, felt the spasming of her clit and pussy walls, tasted the fresh flow of warm, slick juice that the climax induced. She didn't let up. She kept sucking and chewing, poking at the blonde's fuckhole with her tongue until Clara shuddered in another quick orgasm.
Then Amy became aware of a blinding, building pressure in her cunt, a shimmering bubble of expectancy in her guts. And then at the very height of her rapture, her brain seethed and her body lurched and every nerve in her body trembled and vibrated. It was at that same moment that Brian blasted his hot load into her shitter, flooding her canal to overflowing, his come flowing out of her asshole at both sides of his spurting prick to dribble down the insides of her widespread thighs.
So violent was the explosion inside her asshole that it triggered her own eruption of cunt juice, filling her with sensations that were more than her body could stand. With a long, loud moan she collapsed and lay there shaking and quivering as a complete blackness swept every conscious thought from her exploding mind.
She came around slowly, cautiously, as if afraid of what awaited her in a conscious state. Her body and mind were both numbed from the pleasant exhaustion of over-indulgence. Finally, she blinked her eyes open and moved out from between Clara's thighs. She moved with heavy effort, her entire body aching and seemingly drained of all vitality. She glanced over her shoulder and immediately stared in wide-eyed amazement at the sight of young Brian holding his hard cock in both hands, stroking up and down his vein-ribbed, red cockshaft, a lewd grin spreading across his boyish face.
"Ain't he something?" Clara said. "He practices on me all the time."
CHAPTER THREE
After a short nap, it was agreed that Brian could watch as the two women showered. The boy had jacked himself off to a second climax, and Amy was awe-struck when she saw that he was once again absently stroking his engorged prick while watching her and his mother shower.
"It sure has been a blessing having an able-bodied stud around the house," Clara said casually as the spraying shower water cascaded down on them. She winked at Amy. "It got me through a lot of lonely, long nights."
The blonde's words shocked Amy. That anything else could possibly shock her was surprising. After the wild experiences she had already experienced, Amy figured there was nothing left to jar her senses.
"You and your own son?" she asked incredulously.
Clara chuckled. "Hell, baby, somebody was going to break him in. Might as well have been his own mother that got his boy-cherry. I've got to admit, he learned real fast." She leaned close to Amy. "The horny little fucker keeps me well-fucked. I sometimes dread coming home after a hot date because I'm afraid the kid will be waiting for me with that prick of his. Shit, sometimes my cunt is so raw, I have to grit my teeth." She snorted a low chuckle. "And he's already like most men. The little bastard won't take no for an answer when his balls are full and his prick is hard."
Amy grunted. "That's probably all the time," she said, gesturing toward the boy and his erect cock. Her mind wandered over what it must have been like for Clara, having the nerve to train her own young, virile stud. The notion quickly scaled into an exotic fantasy as Amy mulled it over. She felt her nipples harden under the pelting shower water and she quickly tried to clear her mind of lusty thoughts. The last thing she wanted was to encourage her horny neighbors into another round of wild fucking and sucking. Enough is enough, she decided firmly.
Clara and her son left shortly before dark, and Amy busied herself with preparing dinner for one. She wanted to keep busy and preoccupied so she wouldn't have time to dwell on the bothersome, yet erotic, activities of the day. She dreaded any reappearance of guilt, and keeping active with more mundane chores might postpone any unpleasant feelings and worries.
Amy's plan worked until she crawled into bed at midnight. The big, empty bed seemed to swallow her and exaggerate her lonely feeling. Eddie, as usual, was on the road and wasn't due home for three more days. At first, she thought his absence would be of benefit. She had figured it would give her more time to deal with the guilt and allow her to reject the nagging worries that she could be a closet lesbo in addition to being the third point in a strange, incestuous triangle. But as she lay awake in the early morning hours, she couldn't stop her mind from constantly replaying the lewd events of the day. She relived the moments in great detail and discovered that the vivid memories were steaming her up.
Almost without thinking, she slipped her fingers down to her juicy cuntlips, stroking her quivering clit. Her mind filled with images of Brian and his young, hard cock, and she started squirming her ass against the mattress. An involuntary shudder quaked through her crotch as he recalled the way the boy had hungrily tongued her asshole before drilling his prick in and out of her shitter.
Abruptly, she stopped herself and jerked her hands away from her hot cunt. This is crazy, she scolded herself. Every opening of my body is sore as hell, and here I am, finger-fucking myself again! Shit, I'm no lesbo! I'm a fucking nympho!
Amy awoke later than usual the next morning. She hadn't slept well, plagued the whole night by startling dreams of sucking another woman's cunt and taking a strange cock up her asshole. When she did awake, she was relieved to discover that guilt wasn't so much a problem as she had first imagined. What was troubling, however, was the surprising fact that she, a lady deeply in love with her husband, was suddenly obsessed with getting a teenaged boy's cock into her pussy.
It was almost noon before she ran out of excuses to do what she had been planning to do since late last night. She dressed in tight white shorts and a snug-fitting blue cotton pullover that showed off her shapely tits, then strolled out of the house. She pretended to be studying the flowerbed lining the front of her house while actually glancing next door, trying to determine if Clara was at home. Her car wasn't in the driveway, so Amy ventured across her lawn and onto Clara's property. She moved quickly up the front walk to Clara's porch, then rang the bell before she could talk herself out of it.
The boy probably isn't even at home, Amy thought as she impatiently rang the bell a second time. She started to back off the porch when she heard footsteps approaching the door from inside the house. Her heart thumped loudly and her pulse pounded at an alarming rate as the door opened and the boy stood on the threshold, squinting at her with a slow, leering smile.
"Hello, Brian," Amy said softly, mad at herself for the red-hot blush that colored her cheeks. "Is your mother home?"
The boy's gaze locked on her jutting tits pushing out the front of her pullover, and he shook his head without taking his gaze off the appealing view. "No, Mrs. Prescott," the boy said in a surprisingly husky voice. "She had to meet some people and show them a couple of houses."
Amy felt a tightening in the pit of her stomach as excitement surged through her veins. "Well, I really came to see you, Brian. You think your mother would mind if you came over to my house for a few minutes. I need a strong man to help me with a leaky pipe." She braved a sly smile, anxious to see if the boy could read her motive.
Brian blinked his eyes up to her face, then lowered them quickly back down to the swelling of her huge tits. His grin broadened and Amy thrilled with confidence as she detected the hint of a blush now coloring the boy's face.
"Come on," she said boldly, growing assertive in response to his blush. She reached out to take the boy's hand. "You won't be sorry."
"Sure, I can bet," he said, stepping out onto the porch, closing the front door behind him. "I'm good at fixing plumbing problems."
Amy walked back to her house as the boy followed. They went straight for the bedroom, which suited Amy fine. At least the boy had some snap to him, she thought as she wasted no time stripping off her pullover and tight shorts. She slipped quickly under the bed covers and watched while the boy stripped.
He was a cute kid with longish hair not quite as blonde as his mother's. A boyish lacing of freckles dotted the bridge of his nose and suntanned cheeks. His pale-blue eyes were alert and quick. When she studied his facial features, she was reminded of his youth, and fearing a creeping chill of guilt, she hastily concentrated her attention on his more manly features. Her scheme worked, and instantly any guilt traces evaporated as his half-hard cock came into view.
Spasms tickled her juicing cunt as she gazed at the amazing sight of his young cock leaping into proud erection, springing like an inflating balloon, jutting from the sparse sprout of wispy crotch fuzz that shaded the base of his pulsating cock and dangling balls. A soft groan escaped her lips as the boy stepped toward the bed, his cock stretching straight out as if leading him to the destination.
She had the immediate urge to suck his prick, press her ripe lips around his impressively thick cock root and swirl her tongue up and down his velvety-slick cockshaft. He aggressively straddled her slender waist, aiming his rigid prick directly between her sheet covered tits. She felt the warmth of his crotch sear through the bedcovers and heat her waist as she gently brushed her fingertips over his swollen cockhead.
"Play with my balls, too," he said in a firm voice as his strong hands squeezed her tits through the bedcovers. His smiling face did as much to unsettle Amy's confidence in being the dominant one of their horny twosome as did his explicit instruction. This kid knew what he liked. "Yeah, that's good;" She cupped his balls with her left hand while fluttering the fingertips of her right hand over his shiny prickhead.
"You seem very experienced for such a young man," Amy said, hoping to project a worldly tone of her own. "Do you have lots of girlfriends?"
He shrugged and peeled the bedcovers back, revealing her firm, big tits. "I've fucked a couple of high-school girls, but mostly I get all the pussy I want from my old lady. She ain't a bad piece for such an old broad."
Amy gasped a surprised chuckle. "Your mother isn't exactly old, you know," she said lightly as she scooted her fingers all the way down to the base of Brian's cock.
"Why don't you stop stalling, Mrs. Prescott, and give yourself a taste of my prick," the boy said, thrusting his cock up toward her face as he dragged his crotch across her stomach and chest until he managed to rest his balls between her tits. "I go nuts when my old lady slobbers all over my cock."
Amy stifled another shocked gasp and fought to present a cool attitude. She decided to re-establish herself as the one in control, even though she knew it was a bluff. "Why don't you stop calling me Mrs. Prescott," she said with a smirk. "What you and I have already been through together makes such formality a little ridiculous."
The boy cracked a wide grin. "Sure, Amy," he said calmly, jabbing his prickhead closer to her moist lips. "Now let's see how good of a cocksucker you are."
She squeezed his balls sharply, keeping the smirk in place on her face. Now he gasped in surprise as she said, "I do my best cocksucking when my cunt is getting licked. Can you handle that?"
His startled expression slowly melted into another familiar grin. "I think you know what my tongue can do," he said smugly.
She giggled and nodded. There was no use denying that. He flopped over onto his back beside her, his head facing her feet. He ran his hands over her creamy thighs, teasingly darting his fingertips through her bushy cunt as he leaned his face closer and closer toward the lovely target.
Amy turned slightly on her side and delicately wrapped both hands around his balls and prick-base. She sighed with pleasure as she probed his engorged cockhead with her tongue-tip. She squealed softly when the boy's hot breath bathed her pussy and she felt his fingertips spread apart her seething cuntlips. She suddenly ducked forward and engulfed half of his cock inside her mouth while swinging her right leg over the boy's shoulders, giving him easier access to her quivering clit and convulsing cunt.
Slowly she ran her tongue upward along the underside of his rampant prick while continuing to keep her lips pressed tightly around his throbbing cockshaft. Her mouth filled with the heat radiating off his fuck-rod, and she loved the way the boy twitched and jerked in response to her tonguing and sucking manipulations on his eager prick. Gradually, she eased the pressure of her lips and swallowed the entire length of his trembling cock. She swooned in ecstasy, enjoying the taste of his prick. She never allowed her tongue to rest as she lapped it over every inch of his sensitive prick-flesh while gently milking his balls with her hands.
A deeper groan of pure lust belched from her mouth when the boy's tongue found her elongated clit perched near the top of her hairy cunt slit. He proved amazingly gifted at toying with her sensitive fuck-bud as he flicked his tongue knowingly over her clit. Then he raked his teeth over the delicate pearl, and Amy yelped out in rapture before increasing the suction on his prick.
She was panting, rattling his cock with vibrations when Brian slithered his stiffened tongue directly into her cunthole. She heard the slurpy sounds he made as he snaked his tongue deeper and deeper through her drenched cunt, knifing into her syrupy pussy. Glorious ecstasy exploded throughout her senses as she instinctively rammed her pussy against his mouth to meet his invading tongue and to further impale it between her shuddering cunt walls. She shrieked as she felt her cunt juice gush through her pussy, splash over the boy's tongue and seep out onto her hairy pussylips.
Amy moved her head back and forth, increasing the speed as she slid her lips up and down his pulsating prick, sucking harder and harder, determined to drain his boy-cream out of him. The twitching and jerking of his limbs intensified as she realized he was about to spill his hot load down her throat. She braced herself for his eruption even as she squirmed her cunt in frantic circles against his mouth. Then he bellowed a cry of passion and his cock leaped inside her mouth, spurting his come in thick waves.
Amy clamped her lips around the base of his shooting prick and fought to keep her mouth in place as his cock and the rest of his body jerked violently. She sucked his wad, frantic to swallow the huge load without choking or spilling much of his precious come.
Finally, the boy's stream of blasting come slowed to a weak trickle and his raging fuckpole began to soften. Still she kept her lips planted around the base of his shrinking cock, sucking just as viciously as before, making sure to totally drain his jizz. Through it all, Brian worked his tongue without interruption, spearing her spasming cunt and sending Amy into a series of involuntary gyrations that threatened to dislodge his mouth from her pussy.
Eventually, the boy's cock became too small for her lips to effectively grip, and she allowed it to slip out of her mouth. Then she fell back on the mattress, spread her satiny thighs wide apart and interlaced her fingers against the back of the boy's head, pressing his face harder into her wet cunt. She panted and cried out passionately as she felt his darting tongue pierce her slippery pussy and knife in and out of her fuck-canal. She arched her back and hips, and planted her wide-spread feet firmly and flat on the mattress for support. She grunted as she pushed the boy's face harder and harder into her burning, juice-flowing pussy, totally oblivious to everything except the marvelous pleasure his ardent tongue stabbing was providing.
She clenched her eyes shut and saw a fireworks display of exploding rockets, mirroring the reaction of her senses and nerves to the utter ecstasy of her intensifying orgasms. Her entire pussy was engulfed in a shuddering orgy as it convulsed and churned around his fuck-stroking tongue.
Brian suddenly pulled his head back, breaking her hold and freeing his face from the mouth of her juice-coated, vibrating cunt. She groaned in obvious dismay and disappointment. But before her fuzzy mind had a chance to clear, her eyes focused on the boy just as he positioned himself on his knees between her spread thighs and aimed his once-again-hard prick right at her puffy cuntlips. In the next instant he rammed his cock forward and his swollen prickhead penetrated her glistening pussy.
The sensations quickly spread out to every inch of her body as his rampaging prick fucked to the hilt into her pussy. The second his cockhead hit bottom, he jerked it back out with a strong flick of his hips and pelvis, only to slam his steely-hard prick back inside her cunt again and again.
His fucking strokes mounted into a rapid pace quickly as she flapped her legs helplessly open and together against the trunk of his body. Her pants and groans soon became loud guttural screams and cries as his stroking cock scorched her tender, quivering cuntlips and filled her shuddering pussy, igniting a glorious friction.
"Oooohhhhh, God!" she yelled as she gripped hunks of the bedspread in her fists. She couldn't muster the energy to hump her ass and meet the hard thrusts of his pounding prick. She just lay there accepting the terrific fucking of his cock as the sensations stretched her nerves and senses to the breaking point. "I can't stand it any longer!" she shouted in a hoarse scream. "Goddamn, I'm dying!"
Her cunt juice gushed in an endless river from the depths of her pussy and sloshed over his cock as her cries of joy dampened into whimpers of spent ecstasy. Still, the virile, horny boy fucked his prick into her hungry cunt without a hint of slowing the tremendous pace. She had long ago given up trying to count her orgasm as they rumbled on top of each other, blending into a single, unending, gigantic come.
His wild fucking continued until he grunted, tensed, and she guessed that he was finally shooting his second load of the day into her pussy. She watched as he eventually pulled back and studied the provocative sight of his jism trickling out of her cunt, to run in rivulets down to the sheet.
He lay beside her and they clasped their arms around one another. In a few seconds, Amy felt herself drifting toward a deep, satiated sleep. She slipped her right hand down and covered his resting cock gently. She welcomed sleep with a satisfied grin spreading her lips, secure in the feeling that she was too tired to be bothered by guilt.
CHAPTER FOUR
At first she thought the sweet tingling in her tits was part of the lusty dream she had been enjoying. But the pleasant sensations persisted until her tits throbbed with such a fiery passion that Amy came awake, startled by a feeling too real for any dream. When she blinked open her blue eyes, she discovered that, indeed, the pleasure she was experiencing was too great to belong in a vague, fuzzy dream. Brian was busy sucking and licking first one of her tits, then switching to the other one, stuffing huge amounts of tit-flesh into his hot mouth.
She groaned softly and squirmed slightly while thrilling to the boy's provocative chewing and licking. She couldn't help experiencing a sliver of envy directed toward Clara for being lucky enough to have permanent use of such a horny stud.
"You sure know how to wake up a lady," she said, closing her fingers around his hard, pulsating cock. "I can see why your mother loves having you around the house. Do you ever get tired of fucking?"
He glanced up at her without taking his mouth away from her tits. Then he relaxed his lips and sneered. "You gotta be crazy, lady," he said. "I can't get enough pussy. Besides, big tits turn me on. You and my old lady have great tits. I can't decide which pair I like the best."
She grinned and squeezed his hard prick. "Just keep trying to decide, kid," she said with a giggle. "I love the way you bite my nipples. It makes my pussy wet."
"Yeah. My old lady likes that, too," he said. He slipped his fingers down to her pussy and ran fingertips up and down her cunt slit. "You older broads really get horny easy," he said with a short snort. "I always figured my old lady got horny because she didn't used to get steady prick. But, hell, you're the same way and you're married. Your old man a queer?"
The blunt question jarred Amy, and she recovered with a chuckle. "No, my old man isn't queer," she said. "He's really a super guy and a great husband. I love him very much." She moved her hand off of the boy's twitching prick and tried to turn away from him.
"Hey, don't get pissed, Amy," he said, holding her firmly with a hand that dropped from her cuntlips to her inner thigh. "I didn't mean to insult your old man. I was just curious."
"That's the first time you've called me by my first name," she said. "It sounds better than 'lady.' I like it."
"In that case, Amy, why don't you show me how much you like it?" he said with a lewd smile as he pressed her head downward, making no secret of what he wanted her to do.
Amy didn't resist as she ran her tongue along his hairless, boyish chest, lingering just long enough to tease his pointy little nipples with her tongue-tip, eager to close her mouth around his rigid fuck-stick. His pressing hands helped guide her snaking tongue toward its ultimate destination while he groaned in happy anticipation.
She rubbed her nose and cheeks over his hard, hot cock, delighting in the feelings his satiny-skinned prickhead was giving her. She continued to nestle her face against his straining prick as she hunched on her knees between his spread legs, kicking the bedcovers off of them in the process.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned as his ivory-like cock scorched the flawless flesh of her face while she nudged it with her nose and brow and chin and cheeks, rocking her head in swaying, slow motions. She inhaled the intoxicating aroma of his youthful maleness and enjoyed the quivering and dampening of her cuntlips. "You're making me realize how much I love sucking cock."
She stabbed her tongue into his fuzz-covered ball-sac and thrilled at the way his lively young balls swam against her licking tongue. She heard his throaty sigh of appreciation and that encouraged her to part her lips and suck his balls into her mouth. She munched carefully on his balls, completely preoccupied with her work. She was totally carried away with the marvelous way his young balls popped freely around inside her mouth.
She felt the now-familiar sticky wetness glazing her cuntlips, plastering the curly black hairs of her pussy as her throbbing clit hardened and begged for attention.
The boy apparently was eager for his engorged cock to receive some of her oral talents. Amy heard him grunt and snort a guttural order just before his strong hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her away from his saliva-bathed balls. He coaxed her head up until her mouth could easily engulf his bloated prickhead.
"Suck it!" he commanded with an urgency that both alarmed and excited her. "Lick and suck my prick just like you did my balls. Yeah, yeah. Oh, yeeeeeaaahhh! Suck it, Amy! Suck it!"
She planted her lips around the rim of his fuck-knob and allowed her warm saliva to wash his shiny, swollen prick-head. After lathering up the super-sensitive surface, she flicked her tongue across his cock-tip, dragging her tongue over his piss-slit and making the boy yelp with pleasure and surprise. She groaned as she tasted the salty cream of his pre-come that was gathered just inside his pissslit.
With an abruptness that startled her and momentarily choked her, the boy suddenly snapped his hips, thrusting his pulsating prick violently upward, slamming his cock all the way into her mouth. She gagged, then quickly adjusted her tongue, making it possible for her to feel the tip of his fuck-knob brush her throat. Instinctively, she sucked on his intruding cock even as his wispy-light crotch hair tickled her lips.
Then he stroked his prick in and out of her mouth, pistoning his fuck-pole in a frenzy as he grabbed his balls in a desperate attempt to hang on during his violent fucking. Her sucking motions intensified, keeping pace with his speeding fuck-strokes, and she swooned in ecstasy as his flaming-hot prick-flesh seared in and out between her lips and filled her mouth with its devastating force and power.
A sudden orgasm exploded in the pit of her fuck-channel, convulsing her pussy into spasms as she fought to tame the young, wild cock that ravished her mouth and throat. She tugged gently on his balls with her fingers while churning her mouth around his plunging prick. She clamped her lips as tight as possible, making a snug pocket for his prick to penetrate and braced herself for his climax.
His eruption came with a violent gush, slamming into her mouth in thick, hot waves. Amy gulped his jism frantically, slapping the underside ridge of his draining cock with her tongue. His cries of pleasure drowned out her moans as she swallowed his hearty load, enjoying the salty taste of his creamy jism and the ecstatic twitching in her juicy cunt.
Amy squirmed her ass up in the air as her knees rested between the boy's spread thighs, balancing her on the bed. Her throbbing tits and stinging, tingling nipples grazed against the mattress, stimulating her even more as she drank every drop of his come. So great was her rapture with swallowing the boy's come and savoring the sensations electrifying her senses, that the resounding smack across her uplifted asscheeks caused her to freeze as cold fear contracted her guts. She had no chance to react before hearing the angry sound of her husband's voice.
"Get out of that bed, you goddamn slut!" Eddie thundered, driving his opened hand across her exposed asscheeks again. "Move it, bitch! When I get finished with you, you'll have to gum the little bastard next time!"
Amy scrambled off the bed, a startled scream ripping from her throat as animal-fear overtook her. She saw Brian's cock wilt into a cringing red stump of flesh just as the boy rolled off the bed, dashed naked out of the room and ran out of the house.
"A fucking punk kid!" Eddie raged, his fiery eyes blazing twin holes in Amy as she backed into a corner, her frightened scream muffling into gasping whimpers. "Goddamn, you don't even stab me in the back with another man. You seduce some motherfucking kid!"
"Eddie! Stop, Eddie!" she begged, cowing down and holding her hands out to him with stretched arms. "Please, it's not like you think! Let me explain!"
"That's a laugh!" he shouted, approaching her with an ugly expression graying his face. "I saw it, bitch! What's to explain?"
"Please, Eddie!" she panted through sobs. Residue of the boy's wad still glazed her tongue, now sickening her as her fear turned her guts into icy slush. "I never wanted to hurt you! Believe me! I'm not interested in anyone else. I love you and always will, but you don't satisfy me! You haven't once made me come since I've known you! Oh, please try to understand!" Her words burst from her mouth, blurting the truth without censorship or sugar-coating. As her mind whirled in frightened agony, she couldn't think of a better way to save herself for the moment. There was no misreading the murderous glint in his pale-blue eyes, and she silently prayed that the truth, even if painful or degrading, would spare her much punishment.
Her words seemed to knock Eddie off balance. His forceful, deliberate steps wobbled and the blaze in his eyes seemed to cool slightly as he blinked at her with slow comprehension.
Gathering encouragement from the obvious way in which her blunt words had struck home, Amy added, "I do love you, Eddie. That's why I've been torn by guilt all the months. But, shit, you've driven me to it! I've been so fucking frustrated and horny that I thought I was going crazy. I've finger-fucked myself to sleep more nights than I can remember. I've gotten up in the mornings with the same old dull ache in my cunt so often that I started believing it was natural! Damn you, I should be the one pissed off!"
"I'm warning you to shut your face, bitch," Eddie snapped. There was still a snarl in his tone, but the heated rage seemed to be distinctively absent. "If all of this is true and you're not just a horny slut on the prowl for young cock, then why didn't you mention something about it to me before now?"
Amy gulped the fear that had been choking her throat and tried to keep her voice from shaking as she responded. "I started to do just that so many times, Eddie." She took a bold risk and stepped gingerly toward her husband. "I wanted to discuss it with you, but I never got the nerve. I didn't want to hurt you or embarrass you. Don't you see, honey? Besides, at first I thought maybe the whole thing was my problem. I thought that I was doing something wrong. Then, in talks with Clara, I found out that I wasn't wrong and-"
"Clara?" Eddie shouted, interrupting her. "What the fuck does she have to do with you? You've been spreading your shit all over the goddamn neighborhood?"
"Listen to me, Eddie," she said soothingly, gently placing her hands on her husband's shoulders. "Clara is my friend and she has helped me with this problem."
"Yeah, I just saw one of the great ways she's been helping you," Eddie scoffed. "That was her kid you were sucking off. What do you think Clara would do if I told her? More importantly, what are you going to do if the kid tells her about it?"
Amy braved a small grin. "Eddie, she won't be shocked."
"Wanna bet?"
"Sure. How much?" Her smile broadened and her teary eyes twinkled with a sparkling radiance. "Clara, Brian and I had a wild threesome fucking session yesterday. It's true."
Her heart pounded so loud that Amy had to assume that Eddie could hear it as she went ahead with her bold gamble. She realized the risk she was taking, but she had decided that admitting all and trying to explain it accurately was her best chance of escaping his fury and saving her marriage. She searched his face carefully to see hints of her gamble paying off or backfiring. Waiting for his reaction was proving to be the worst torture she had ever endured.
His expression of blank anger slowly transformed into a look of astonished dismay. "Are you telling me that Clara and her kid and you all rolled around together?" His voice was soft and didn't reveal any emotion. "Something like that actually happened, and you were right in the middle of it?"
She nodded, literally holding her breath. "To be exact, Clara and I sixty-nined while her kid fucked my ass. I didn't think I would ever stop coming."
A strange gleam flashed from Eddie's eyes as his mouth curved into a sneer. "How long have you been eating pussy on the side?"
"Yesterday was the first time," she admitted, still desperate for any indication of his reaction to what he was hearing. "I was afraid I would like it so much, it would turn me into a lesbo." She chuckled dryly. "I've learned I like eating pussy and having my cunt sucked by another woman, but it only increases my desire to suck cock and have a huge prick stuffed inside my pussy. And since you have what must be the biggest prick on a mortal man, I've decided that having you fuck me is the best bet of all."
"Except that I have a quick trigger. Is that right?" His pale-blue eyes leveled on her face for the first time since she had been holding his shoulders.
"It's nothing we can't work on and fix," Amy said grinning bravely, hoping she had broken the delicate news without shattering his ego too much.
Suddenly a coldness swept over his features and Amy knew immediately that her optimistic hopes had been premature. "Maybe I don't have a problem at all," he said, a rough edge cutting back into his tone as he stared down into her face without blinking. "Maybe you're just being very cute, blaming me for catching you sucking a kid's cock. In fact, I think I should find out just how good your mouth works. You probably get a lot of standing ovations from punk kids who can't tell the difference between a good blow job and the nozzle of a vacuum cleaner. Let's see how good you are when it's a grown man's prick you've got to suck."
"Eddie, listen-"
He shut off her words by grabbing her shoulders and pressing her down to her knees with vicious force. The strength of his arms was no match for her as he buckled under his rough handling. Trembling fear returned, shaking her body as she found herself submissively kneeling in front of him, her face level with his crotch.
"What are you waiting for, bitch?" he snapped, placing his huge hands on the back of her head and tugging on her short black hair. "You accustomed to getting applause before you perform? Well, not with me, baby. You have to earn a compliment from a man."
Amy reached up with trembling hands and she fumbled with his belt and pants fly. She tried to calm herself but it was impossible. She choked back sobs that gathered at the base of her throat and blinked back tears that collected in the corners of her eyes. Her heart was again pumping wildly while her pulse pounded deafeningly in her ears. Finally, without any help from him, she managed to open his slacks and jerk them down below his hips. She did the same thing with his shorts and found herself staring straight at his bulging eleven-inch cock, standing stiffly atop his balls that equalled the size of tennis balls.
Even now, in her terrified state, the spectacular sight of his mammoth fuck-pole and balls caused an involuntary shudder to rumble through her cunt and fan out over her entire body, leaving her breathless and gaping in true wonderment. Even now, after months of marriage, she still gaped with utter fascination and amazement each time she gazed upon his massive cock and bloated balls. It was a glorious sight, which she knew would never lose its novelty or magnetic appeal. Pure lust bubbled deep inside her every time she witnessed his huge prick towering into full hardness. That the appearance of his tremendous cock belied its actual ability remained a problem that didn't detract from the pleasure of viewing it.
His fingers tightened on her scalp and he yanked viciously on her hair, forcing her face hard against his swollen, bulbous cockhead. Her lush lips contacted the velvety tip of his gigantic fuck-knob and she instinctively parted them enough to capture a small portion of his engorged, sensitive prickhead in her mouth. She felt him shudder the instant she darted her tongue tentatively across his piss-slit and it gave her the idea of how she could readily prove her point.
Suddenly, she worked her lips and tongue into a whirling frenzy, lathering the top half of his huge prickhead with her hot saliva. She opened her mouth to the limit and engulfed the entire knob, straining her jaws and risking suffocation as it filled her mouth to capacity. She lifted her hands up to his balls and kneaded them with milking manipulations as she churned her packed mouth around his throbbing prickhead.
Then to her horror, he tugged her head even closer to him, ramming his rigid prick deeper into her crammed mouth. She gagged immediately, but forced herself to continue sucking on his fuck-tool. Again, he jerked her head harder toward his crotch, and Amy discovered her air supply being snuffed out as his mammoth prick lodged against the back of her throat. She tried to pull back, but his strong hands kept her in place, choking on his huge cock.
At that moment she heard him grunt, and relief surged through her as she realized he was on the verge of coming. She sucked even harder, gagging as she did, but receiving the spasming gushes of his thick load almost immediately for her efforts. The blast of his jism practically knocked her backward, but his hands remained locked in place on the back of her head and escape was impossible as she bolted down the waves of his shooting cream.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" he bellowed as his tremendous prick drained into her mouth. "Drink that, bitch! Swallow all of it! Don't waste a drop! What's the matter? Forget how to handle a real man's cock?"
His burning load was sizzling her throat as it propelled straight down to her guts, and she had to gargle through her gagging reflexes as his giant prick leaped against the roof of her mouth and her throat. I'm going to drown on his jizz, she told herself with a resigned calm. Then just in time, his gushing wad slowed and she was able to swallow it without choking.
Finally Eddie's hands relaxed and she managed to pull slightly away from his spitting prick at least enough to get some air through her aching mouth and clogged sinuses. Then the length of his tree-like cock began to soften, and she knew from previous experience that his spent prick would quickly limp into huge, but disinterested flabbiness.
When the last of his come dribbled into her mouth, Eddie shoved her away and stepped unceremoniously out of the bedroom.
Upon reflection, Amy figured that she must have proven her point to her husband. The entire episode had lasted no more than three minutes. At least, she decided, she would have a good debate point if he ever calmed down enough to engage in an adult discussion about the facts. In the meantime, Amy eased into a bathtub of hot water for a long soak and a good cry. Her tears lessened when she realized that she didn't feel guilty about her sexual activities of late. Her main worry now centered on how to make Eddie believe that she still loved him more than anything and that she wanted their marriage to remain strong.
She leaned back in the tub and sighed as the hot water rippled over her body, soothing the aches and the tension. She allowed her mind to drift back to the image of her husband's tremendous cock and balls. She sighed again as she realized she would fight to stay married to him, even if it meant years of sexual frustration and unfulfillment.
Her hands slipped beneath the surface of the bathwater and streaked toward her quivering cuntlips. She rubbed her fingertips along the slippery slit of her pussy toward her clit. Just being around such an impressive cock as Eddie's would provide lots of wonderful, horny memories. Besides, she thought, there were far worse things than having such a mammoth prick to practice on and to try to improve.
Amy popped two fingers into her cunthole and thought about the future.
CHAPTER FIVE
Eddie made one final drunken appearance around midnight before tossing some clothes into a suitcase and storming off to a local hotel. At least he would be in familiar surroundings, Amy thought ruefully as her husband slammed the front door behind him.
Besides, Eddie was not a passive drunk. Booze brought out his angry side and she had no trouble recognizing the promise of violence just beneath his surface whenever he drank heavily. Her immediate plan of action was to give him time to cool off and sober up, then, hopefully, she could reason with him and make him understand that she loved him and wanted the marriage to continue.
She went to bed alone and eventually fell asleep, hoping that by tomorrow Eddie would take a more adult outlook and come home. Once sleep came, she had a delightful dream about young Brian Thornton suddenly endowed with a cock and balls equal in size to Eddie's. Not surprisingly, when morning came, Amy smiled as she felt the hot wetness coating her throbbing pussylips.
Following a fast bath and a cup of coffee, Amy left the house, determined to treat herself to a shopping spree. No point sitting around the house waiting for a call from Eddie that might not come, she thought as she drove toward the nearest shopping mall. She lost herself in the quaint shops and stores for two or three hours, occupying her mind with sexy gowns and frilly dresses. She enjoyed a leisurely lunch in a too-expensive French restaurant in the mall, lingering over her second after meal drink while realizing she had been performing a body and eye language flirtation with the two businessmen sitting at the next table.
It had all began innocently enough, she reflected as her excitement grew, with casual eye-contact and mutually appreciative glances. But now, she was carrying on a bolder flirtation, calculated to encourage the two men to make a play. As her game continued, the exhilarating danger of it sparked her excitement and she savored the tingling of her nipples as her subtle gestures became more assertive.
A tiny warning signal flashed through her mind, but she ignored it as she slowly recrossed her legs, allowing her dress to ride high up on her creamy thighs. She smiled directly at the two gazing men before lightly tonguing the rim of her cocktail glass. At the same time, she shivered slightly in a mixture of fear and glee as she wantonly dared the two men to pick her up. Goddamn Eddie, she told herself as she gingerly placed her glass back down on the table and provocatively licked her ripe lips. He should be here right now to see how well I can still turn no men. The vengeful thought thrilled her with feminine pride as she realized the two strangers were squirming in their chairs and eyeing her with open lust.
The waiter appeared at her table, placing a third drink in front of her. "Compliments of the two gentlemen," the waiter said with a shoulder gesture toward the two leering businessmen. "They have also paid for your meal, madame." The waiter gave a subtle wink and a discreet bow before stepping away.
Her pulse quickened as she smiled her thanks toward their table. This has gone too far, the little warning voice in her mind screamed as she modestly tugged her dress hem to her knee. She didn't expect this to happen. This was just a silly, feminine game, she told herself as she gulped the drink. She fished in her purse for a generous tip, deciding to make a fast exit. But as she stood, the booze went straight to her head and she wobbled slightly. Instantly, the two men were at her side and she felt strong hands on her arms, holding her steady. She smiled weakly at them and mumbled an apology. She added a rapid thanks for their kindness and tried to free herself from their grasps.
"Nothing to worry about, sweetheart," one of the men said, maintaining his tight-lipped smile. He was short and chubby with sandy hair and patches of freckles dotting his fat cheeks and broad forehead. "We're always anxious to help out a lady in need. Right, Fred?"
"Sure, Marty," the other man said, slowly rubbing his hand up and down Amy's spine. He leaned close to Amy's ear and whispered, "And I just bet you are one little lady who could use lots of help."
Amy trembled as she blinked up into the leering face of the other man. He had black hair neatly combed and plastered across his narrow scalp, swooping down over his forehead. He was a good four inches taller than his friend, much more slender and quite hairy.
"I'm fine now," Amy said, her weak smile fading as fear shook through her.
"Oh, you will be fine," the tall man said as the two men guided her out of the restaurant. "Marty and I will see to that."
"Yeah, lady, we have a nice, quiet motel room all picked out for you," Marty said. His bushy eyebrows arched above his leering eyes and another chill traveled up and down Amy's spine as the two men steered her through the shopping mall. "Hey, you aren't trying to n fight us now, are you, lady?"
"Look, boys, fun is fun, but this has gone too far," she said with a high-pitched giggle, hoping to sound casual and calm. "Let me go now and my husband won't worry if I'm a few minutes late meeting him in the Gardening Boutique."
"Oh, you are going to be lots of laughs, lady," the tall one named Fred said, winking at Marty. "Baby, you ain't the gardening type. Don't bullshit us. No point in making this ugly."
She thought of screaming out and attracting the attention of a security guard, but she was frightened by the menacing way in which the two men were holding her. Amy was sure a broken arm would be the least of her troubles at the first sound of a cry for help. Her mind raced with schemes to free herself and she decided to wait for a better opportunity. But as they reached the parking lot, a sinking feeling of dread coated the pit of her stomach. Now all she could hope for was that the two men wouldn't be too rough with her. She made a brave effort to accept her fate, praying that a little afternoon sex was all they wanted.
They wedged her between them on the front seat as Marty, the chubby one, drove. Fred spent the whole trip to the motel sliding his left hand up and down her thigh, grazing his fingertips over her skimpy nylon panties.
When Marty stopped the car in front of a motel office in the industrial district of town, more tinges of fear began to ripple through Amy's body. The faster her pulse beat, the more the fear engulfed her as it coursed through her with sickening throbs. Soon, Marty emerged from the office, flashing a room key and a lewd grin.
They drove to a secluded room, parked the car in front of the weathered red-painted door and entered the motel room.
"Why don't one of you gentlemen get us some ice and a bottle," Amy said, sitting primly on the edge of the bed. "Then we can have a real nice party."
"Maybe later, lady," Fred said, already stripping off his tie and shirt. "You got me so hot and horny in that restaurant that my cock is about to burst through my fly. I need a quick come before I can think about anything else."
"Me, too," Marty said, kicking off his shoes and tugging on his belt. "You've had enough booze for awhile, lady. Just get with the program and get naked before I have to do it for you."
There was no more time for stalling or postponing the inevitable. She slowly started stripping with shaky fingers, cursing herself for getting into this mess and vowing never again to play dangerous games. Too late to worry now, she told herself with resigned dread. She glanced up at the two men and saw that they were both already naked, watching her with hungry eyes. Marty was absently fondling his own stiff prick and Amy almost giggled as she noticed that it resembled his own stubby, chubby physique.
"Nice tits," Fred said, stepping up to her as she unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders, exposing her melon-like tits. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed them firmly.
He was hairy, Amy saw as her gaze swept quickly over his lanky nakedness. Thick black hair curled in a rich pelt over his chest and stomach, blending with the forest of crotch hair that surrounded the base of his jutting prick. It wasn't as thin as she had suspected, which dashed her theory that a man's prick corresponded to the structure of his physique. In spite of her fear, she couldn't deny a deep spark of excitement flickering to life in the pit of her guts as she eyed the two strange cocks. Maybe this was how she had wanted things to work out, she told herself as she rolled her panties down over her flaring hips and shapely thighs.
"That's enough stalling, bitch," Marty said suddenly as he rushed toward her, gripped the thin nylon material and ripped them in half, tearing them from her legs. "Get on the bed."
She crawled across the bed on her hands and knees only to be stopped by Marty grabbing her short black hair and twisting her head up until she was staring directly at his stubby cock. He positioned himself in front of her, bracing his knees wide apart on the mattress, thrusting his prick against her mouth. There was no mistaking what the sandy-haired man wanted her to do.
"Come on, bitch," he growled with another fierce yank on her hair. "Open up and eat my cock nice and slow."
The mattress sagged beneath Fred's weight as he positioned himself behind Amy. He slapped her rounded asscheeks with a no-nonsense smack and wedged his surprisingly thick cockhead into her asscrack.
"What an ass," Fred panted. "Oh, what a beautiful ass."
"You rotten bastards!" she gasped. "This is rape, you know. Let me go now and I'll forget the whole thing."
"Shut up, slut and suck," Marty said, jabbing his cockhead against her lips and pulling harder on her hair. "Cock-teasing sluts don't get any sympathy from the cops."
"Maybe you think it's rape now, lady, but not for long," Fred said, slapping her ass again and laughing confidently. "It'll be rapture in just a couple of seconds."
Then she felt Fred's prodding cockhead nudge against her puckered asshole and she started to cry out. At that instant, Marty rammed his prick into her mouth, choking off her scream. Instinctively, she closed her lips around Marty's cock and started to suck on the slick flesh. She groaned again as Fred's prick began driving with stinging insistence against the soft resilient flesh of her shitter as her asscheeks continued to twist and writhe with greater desperation.
"Ahhhh, you are a fuck," Fred said. "I knew you'd be a good ass-fuck right from the beginning. Goddamn, ooohhhhh, do I love the way you are trying to fight it! Yeah, yeah! Nice, tight asshole!"
Marty began thrusting his cock harder and harder in and out of her mouth as she sucked on it in self-defense, preoccupied with the burning pain Fred's cock was inflicting on her shiter. The rubbery depths of her searing shit chute seemed on the verge of splitting as Fred's cock fucked its way deeper and deeper into her asshole.
His hard, surging prick kept on riding her, burrowing all the way inside her asshole. Her asscheeks clenched involuntarily and her hips thrust forward as she met the blistering stabs of his fervent cock as it slashed against the clasping tightness of her asshole. Suddenly, she recognized just what was happening. The stiff, stinging prick that was fucking into her with unswerving determination was actually prompting her to feel gushing waves of excitement. Even though she still felt tremendous stinging pain from every stab of his grinding, stone-hard fucker, there was something thrilling about the whole thing. There was also something highly daring in the panting, eagerness of Fred's manner that she liked, even though another side of her hated him and his friend.
As his cock buried itself all the way inside her asshole, she convulsed in agony and jerked her head from side to side, dislodging Marty's cock momentarily.
"You bastard, you're killing me with your hard prick!" she rasped. "At least you could have lubed the motherfucker!"
"I'm just giving you the kind of ass-fucking you've been needing for a long time, bitch," he said, slapping her asscheeks again with a stinging blow. "Now, get your mouth back on Marty's cock before I decide to drill another hole back here."
She obeyed as his steadily surging prick kept on blasting into the inner tightness of the velvety folds of her assflesh. Fred began to move his fingers downward and let them clasp tightly against the smoothness of her alabaster, twisting asscheeks. He pinched and clutched at her ass, and as he did his cock fucked even deeper as it blasted through her sphincter muscle, prompting him that much closer to what she prayed would be a fast orgasm.
She sucked more violently on Marty's stubby cock, desperate to bring him to a fast climax and free her mouth finally for the pent-up screams that waited at the base of her throat. Then she heard Fred grunt with a short intake of breath as he released the clutching hold that he'd maintained on her asscheeks. He moved forward with his hands once more, letting the palms of his hands spank Amy's rounded, firm asscheeks until they began to turn red and she could no longer contain her sobs. But even though she was feeling pain in her asscheeks and pain in her shitter, there was something so exciting about the way that his piercing cock kept blasting against the buttery depths of her shit-channel that she shockingly felt close to her own orgasm.
"Oooohhh, I can't stand it," she panted, the words muffled by Marty's thrusting prick in and out of her mouth.
"You better stand this!" Marty shouted, ft ramming his cock fully into her opened mouth just as his slick jism splashed from his cockhead and gushed over her tongue.
Amy gagged, then gulped, swallowing the chubby man's salty cream as fast as it spilled from his shuddering prick. At the same time, she was amazed to feel her own convulsing, twitching orgasm rumble deep inside her cunt, splashing droplets of her pussy juice out onto her hairy cuntlips.
Fred laughed loudly as his active hands rubbed the warm, womanly juice over the tops of Amy's creamy inner thighs just as he jammed his stiff cock that much deeper into her asshole.
"Oh, baby, you love it," Fred said. "It's hurting you, but you love it. You can't get enough of this action!"
His stiffly invading prick rammed into the depths of her pain-ridden shitter. He slapped her asscheeks repeatedly, turning them into beet-red globes of quivering flesh as he plunged his cock in and out of her asshole. Her whimpers escalated into guttural moans and shrieks as the pain that streaked through her body slowly, magically became lightning bolts of pleasure.
Then, she heard Fred gasp and grunt as he fucked his prick one final time all the way into her stretched asshole. A second later, his come exploded into her shitter, spurting over her bowels, filling her beyond capacity. She felt the volcanic droplets gush from his blood swollen cockhead as his prickshaft jerked and leaped against the tight walls of her shitter.
"Yes, yes, you are some great fuck," he panted, leaning his weight across her back as his cock emptied inside her asshole. "What an asshole you've got, lady. I knew you would be a terrific ass-fuck."
Finally, Fred released his now-flaccid prick from her badly stung asshole just as she collapsed in a heap on the bed. She rolled over on the mattress, moaning softly as she tried to sort out the confusing feelings sweeping over her. She no longer felt any real pain and there was no denying the evidence of her own climax as she rubbed her hands lightly over her moist pussylips. I must be sick, she told herself as echoing shudders continued to rock through the depths of her cunt, stinging her senses with ecstasy.
"Ready for a drink now?" Fred asked, playfully patting her asscheeks and eyeing her with a lewd grin.
"I don't believe you bastards," she said softly. "You better get me back to my car right now and hope like hell that I don't report this."
Fred and Marty erupted into throaty laugher. "Who are you trying to kid, lady?" Marty said, roughly tweaking one of her nipples. "You loved it and you know it."
"Keep her purring, Marty," Fred said through his chuckles as he pulled on his slacks. "I'll go get us a bottle. Shit, we'll have a party none of us will soon forget."
Her mind was in a turmoil as Marty rolled between her thighs and started rubbing his limp cock against her juicy cuntlips. She focused her vision on the sandy-haired man and tried to feel repulsed by his leering, freckled face gazing wickedly at her. His stubby fingers roughly caressed her tits, and she fought the gradual stirring of excitement drifting through her pussy as his cock slowly leaped into hard life as it rubbed against her pussylips. She had actually enjoyed Fred's ass-fuck, pain and all. Now the delightful friction of Marty's cockhead massaging her cunt was heating her up again.
Marty's cock soon stood rigid and throbbing against he damp pussy. He continued to rub his fuck-pole up and down her puffy cuntlips, lubing his prickhead with her hot cunt juice. Then without warning, he thrust his cockhead through her quivering cuntlips, piercing the delicate folds as she groaned. She squirmed her ass and reached up to grab his beefy shoulders. He responded by jabbing his cock deeper into her cunt, filling her pussy with his throbbing prick. He grunted and fell forward, covering her tit with his mouth as his prick penetrated her cunt all the way.
Amy cried out with pleasure as his cockshaft filled her hungry pussy and his tongue flicked her hard, rubbery nipple. She draped her arms around his shoulders and pressed his weight against her as her cunt closed around his imbedded prick. She moaned with lust as her clit twitched and tiny shudders spasmed along her cunt channel. She threw her legs around his waist, pinning his bulk against her tightly, loving the way his balls tickled her ass. Her cunt muscles involuntarily squeezed around his fuck-rod, massaging and milking his cock shaft with wet kisses from her clinging pussyflesh.
Suddenly, he sucked in a mouthful of one tit and began to fuck her with deep, corkscrewing strokes. She gripped her legs even tighter around his waist making it difficult for him to totally withdraw his cock from her pussy. She rotated her pelvis and humped her cunt up to keep his prick buried to the hilt between her steamy pussylips. Then with a mighty thrust, he hammered his prick back into her cunt, using his weight to crash down on top of her, almost knocking the breath out of her lungs.
"Fuck me, you bastard!" she shouted.
"Fuck me! You wanted me, so take me! Fuck me good and hard!"
He growled as he clamped his lips hard around her tit and drove his cock fiercely in and out of her wet, slippery cunt. The force of his strokes eventually pried her locked legs apart enough for him to completely withdraw his prick from her dripping fuckhole, then to plow it straight back into her, ripping into pussy.
She felt her pussy spasm and she dug her fingernails into his back as his fuck-strokes intensified. His cock slid in and out of her cunt and she almost fainted with lust. His fucking prick drove her into a frenzy of excitement and ecstasy while he relentlessly sucked her tit. She screamed as she could no longer control herself, thrilling to he way her receptive pussylips gripped his hard-driving cock. She came then, her pussy clutching his prick as she convulsed in an orgasm.
Her climax seemed to ignite his as his come suddenly blasted from his engorged cockhead. He made a strange croaking sound as he hunched up and his prick exploded, sending a gob of jizz into her seething pussy. She yelped with each wave of come that spurted into her cunt, relishing the feel of his jism engulfing her pussy and dripping down to drench his crotch.
Panting, Marty finally pushed himself off of her, escaping her clutches and falling back heavily on the mattress at her feet, sucking in air. Amy stretched out and sighed as she savored the pleasant afterglow of the marvelous orgasm that slowly faded over her senses. Making the best of a bad situation certainly had its rewards, she thought as her nerve-endings tingled and her satisfied cunt throbbed with a faint ache.
Fred returned with a bottle of scotch and soon the afternoon fuzzed into a blur of fucking and cocksucking that left Amy spent and used. Every pore of her body seemed to ache as she endured a marathon of wild fucking that saw every opening of her body fucked at one time or other. She drank more pungent tasting jism than she thought possible for just two men to produce. Her tongue was numb from darting over cockheads and cockshafts and balls. Her jaws were tired, but she was too involved to be fully aware of it. She continued to suck their pricks, loving the way their limp pricks would throb and leap into fresh life with gently coaxing from her hot lips and active tongue. Both men took turns straddling her face and dipping their vein-ribbed cock shafts into her mouth, their balls slapping her face just before dribbling their jism into her sucking mouth.
Her most violent come occurred when Fred hammered his cock in and out of her convulsing pussy while Marty stabbed two stubby fingers as deep as possible inside her asshole. She screamed with ecstasy as the glorious shudders contorted her nerves and her unending supply of pussy juice filtered through her cunt passage, drenching her burning, hairy pussylips.
Finally, mercifully, Fred tossed her dress onto the bed and ordered her to get ready to leave the motel room. She wobbled in a daze out to the car and dozed as Fred and Marty sandwiched her on the front seat. It was almost dark when the two men, left her beside her car in the parking lot of the shopping mall.
She slumped behind the wheel of her car and gradually recuperated enough to drive home. She started the car and sped from the parking lot, eager to get home and soak for hours in a hot tub.
CHAPTER SIX
The red lights blinking in her rear-view mirror startled her into alertness as Amy realized her mind had been a thousand miles away from the mechanical chore of driving. Her pulse instantly started to hammer as the police siren wailed behind her. She curbed the car and cursed himself. On top of everything else, now a fucking traffic ticket, she scolded herself, blinking back tears as she waited for the slow-approaching cop.
"Lady, you make a habit of ignoring stop signs?" the cop said, leaning into the car window, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses.
"I'm sorry, officer," she stammered. "I'm terribly upset. I'm afraid I didn't notice a stop sign."
"Well, you were lucky," he said. "Another car coming through that intersection would have gotten your attention."
"I know," she said lamely, fumbling in her purse for her license. She glanced back up at the cop in time to notice his head at a downward tilt and another instant realization jarred her senses. She knew immediately that her dress had hiked up on her thighs and a chilling draft breathing on her naked crotch reminded her that her panties had been ripped to shreds and left at the motel room. Awkwardly, she jerked her dress down, hoping to cover her bare crotch with a casual gesture. "Here's my license, officer.""
The cop took off his glasses and his tanned, even features broke into a small grin. "It would have been a terrible waste if you had been splattered up and down the road because you missed a stop sign." He took her license and glanced at it before handing it back to her. "Tell you what, lady," he said. "You drive carefully to your house, and I'll follow just to make sure you don't cruise through any more stop signs. You do a good job and we'll forget about writing a ticket. Fair enough?"
"Oh, yes. Thank you, officer," she said, not so eager to hide her thighs from his handsome face. She peered an extra second into his brown eyes and managed to return a smile.
When she drove into her driveway, the cop parked his patrol car in front of the house. He stepped across the lawn to her just as Amy climbed out of her car.
"Did I pass the driving test?" she asked, smiling brightly at him.
He nodded and again removed his dark glasses. "You mentioned that you were upset. Want to tell me about it?"
"Only if you'll come in and let me fix us some coffee."
"If your husband won't mind, I'm all for it," the cop said, flashing perfect teeth.
"My husband is away, licking his wounds from a marriage that has suddenly gotten rocky. I'm not sure when, or if, he'll be back."
"I'm sorry," the cop said with an expression that caused Amy to doubt his sincerity. At the moment, she didn't care.
She stepped into the house and held the door open for the cop. She took a few seconds to quickly examine him in the room light before leading him toward the kitchen. He wasn't much older than her and he was ruggedly attractive. She felt a stirring in her cunt that amazed her as she silently chided herself for being so girlishly attracted to a man in a uniform.
After sitting at the dinette, he asked, "Want to tell me about why you were upset?"
She busied herself preparing the coffee, then decided to blurt out the experience of the day. "I spent the afternoon in a cheap motel with two men. They raped me more times than I can remember, then drove me back to my car. I'm afraid my mind wasn't concerned with stop signs and traffic lights."
He accepted the filled coffee cup she gave him and appraised her with a casual expression.
"You don't believe me?" Amy asked, suddenly frightened by the cop's lack of reaction to her story. "It's true. I wouldn't lie about something like that."
"Oh, I believe you," the cop said, sipping his coffee. He placed the cup down on the saucer and gazed across the table at her. "I can surely see how you could drive most men into rape. A woman with your looks wouldn't have to do much encouraging to get a couple of men horny enough to take a bold chance. You would make the consequences worth it."
His words startled her as her immediate reaction was one of dismay and anger. Then just as quickly, she saw nothing menacing or belittling in his brown eyes as they continued to gaze over her body with obvious appreciation. She ducked her head as she felt the heat of a blush crossing her cheeks.
"I did my share of encouraging," she admitted in a soft tone. "And even at the motel, I didn't put up much of a fight." She smiled up at him and winked. "I enjoyed my share of satisfaction."
He chuckled softly and ran his hand through his wavy brown hair. "I'll make out the report if you want to file a complaint," he said, his eyes dipping to the swelling of her tits against her dress front.
She shook her head, finding it impossible to take her gaze off of his handsome, manly face. She became distinctly aware of the delightful throbbing in her tits and the instant wetness seeping along her hairy pussy slit. "I think the best thing for me to do is to take a long, hot bath and destroy all the evidence." She cleared her throat. "Want to make sure I do it right?" she said softly.
"I was hoping you'd ask," he said, standing and gently taking her hand in his. "By the way, I'm Steve Woods, Amy. I guess this is an appropriate time for an introduction."
Her smile broadened. "Smart guy, eh? I bet you'll be a detective some day," she said with a teasing chide in her tone. "You got my name off my license. Very clever."
"Cops are sharp. Haven't you heard?" he said as she strolled alongside him toward the bedroom and the adjoining bathroom.
"I've heard cops know how to treat horny ladies," she quipped, allowing herself to brush against him, and thrilling at the firm touch of his thigh through his starched uniform. "I hope it's true."
Dropping a hand casually to her ass, he lightly rubbed his palm over the shapely roundness of her swaying asscheek. "Our biggest guns aren't the ones we wear at our hips," he said with a chuckle as they entered the bedroom.
"Make yourself comfortable, Steve," she said, coyly stepping into the bathroom. "I'll just be a minute. Then maybe you'll show me just how big your gun is."
Excitement pumped through her as she quickly stripped off her dress and filled the huge bathtub with hot water. After the ordeal in the motel room, getting turned on by the prospects of having yet another stiff prick inside her abused cunt surprised her. But there was an appealing quality to Steve that went far beyond the obvious allure of his uniform. He was so remarkably masculine and he carried his macho with an easy security and grace. She was completely disarmed by him and anxious to melt against his strong chest and feel his arms encircle her. Just imagining the scene was making her cunt wet as she gingerly stepped into the steamy bath water.
She leaned back in the tub, letting the soothing water envelop her body. Then, as she reached for a washcloth and soap, he surprised her by entering the bathroom, completely naked, boldly sporting a terrific eight-inch hardon. Her gaze latched onto his cock as he approached the tub.
"I decided to help you wash away the pain of your experience this afternoon," he said with a boyish grin as he stepped into the bathtub. "I think it's the least a public servant can do."
He took the bar of soap from her, then proceeded to swirl it gently over her chest, teasingly avoiding contact with her luscious tits as they bobbed on the surface of the bath water. She felt his legs nestle against hers beneath the water and she almost swooned as her pussy instantly reacted with a series of joyous spasms. Her nipples grew into pink points piercing the surface of the water, aiming directly at his hairy, muscular chest.
She squeezed her thighs together, savoring the ecstasy of her throbbing clit as she tentatively traced her fingernails up and down his muscled thighs. She grinned and groaned as she spotted his engorged cockhead peek through the water surface, seemingly winking at her playfully with its piss-slit.
"You have beautiful, big tits," he said in a raspy, desire-laden voice. "Your old man must be crazy leaving something as special as you."
"Let's forget about my old man!" she gasped just as he finally lowered the soap bar
... to the tops of her tit-mounds. "Oh, that feels so nice," she cooed, easing back and giving him complete access to her tits.
Sensation pulsated through her tits as he lathered them in delicate, tender strokes. Then he dropped the soap bar and pinched sudsy fingertips around her stiff, tingling nipples.
"Oh, God!" she moaned, going limp under his expert caressed. "You're going to make me come before you even get your cock inside my cunt! Oh, fuck, that's so good!"
He smiled as he slowly pushed his fingers back, fanning them out over the massive expanse of her sensitive tit-flesh. With tender kneading squeezes, he massaged her huge tits with his soap-slippery, strong hands, lovingly fondling her tits with knowing precision.
Amy's pussy was steaming as Steve leaned forward, inching his mouth down toward her ripe, rubbery nipples. He squeezed his hand around the massive, fleshy base of her tits, holding them steady as he darted his tongue over the sensitive surface of her itchy nipples. With broad, hungry licks, Steve tongue slapped her nipples, alternating between both of them, teasing them with his sensuous tonguing.
When he closed his lips around her throbbing left nipple, Amy moaned with lust and threw her arms around his head, pressing his face tighter against her tits. Her cunt juices were flowing wildly, gushing over her inner pussy flesh and tender tissues. Quivering sensations erupted in the pit of her syrupy cunt, trembling out until every nerve-ending in her body was shaking in ecstasy.
He massaged her huge tits with his strong hands while sucking her tit-flesh into his warm mouth. He lightly scraped his teeth over her delicate nipple, then repeated the action on her other tit, thrilling her beyond her wildest expectations. Her throaty pants grew into guttural cries of passion as she involuntarily arched her back, thrusting her crotch up through the water.
"Oh, baby, that's wonderful!" she cooed, gripping the back of his scalp with interlocked fingers. "Goddamn, I'm coming! Son of a bitch, I'm coming already! Ahhhhh! Yeah, you know what I like!"
Steve slipped his hands down from her tits and he cupped her shapely asscheeks without removing his sucking mouth from her tits. As his fingers squeezed into the firm, rounded flesh of her ass, fresh waves of spasming shudders rocked through Amy, tickling her senses and carrying her even faster toward the kind of rapture she had only fantasized about.
"Oooohhhhhh! Yeeeeaaaaahhhh!" she groaned as he slowly ducked his head, dragging his tongue-tip down over her flat stomach. She put her hands on his descending shoulders as his face neared her seething pussy. "Oh, God, I won't be able to take this!" she hissed through clenched teeth while her convulsing cunt churned in eager anticipation.
He lifted her pelvis easily up above the surface of the bath water, exposing her curly haired cunt and the slippery pink streak of pussy that wedged through the hairy bush, sparkling with moist nectar and promising in her delights. Her breath came in gasps as she passionately await the magical strokes of his active tongue. His hands gripped her asscheeks securely as he balanced her just above the water.
Then he darted his tongue-tip through the black hairs of her pussy patch, touching the glistening pink meat with a scorching lick that sent Amy into a frenzy of delightful ecstasy. She bellowed a shriek of pleasure as his tongue snaked up and down her juicy cunt slit, peeling through the wet folds of her sensitive tissues and gently prying apart the clinging flesh of her cuntlips.
He continued to flick his tongue around the soft slick folds of tissue, pelting her delicate cunt with increasingly harder strokes and licks. Then without warning, Steve speared her hot pussy with his stiffened tongue and ground his upper lip against her twitching clit. He smacked his lips and sucked gluttonously, kneading her asscheeks and digging his fingers into her asscrack.
She shouted as his tongue drove straight into her shuddering cunt, knifing through her smoldering pussy walls and slurping up the vast amount of slimy juice that filled her pussy canal. As his tongue wiggled deeper and deeper into her cunt, he suddenly slid a finger into her shitter and rotated it around until it was knuckle-deep.
She gasped for breath as he darted his tongue in and out of her hot pussy with swift thrusts. He sucked the tiny button of her clit and whipped it with his tongue, never ignoring the constant plunging of his butt-plunging finger as it wormed inside her shit-chute.
"Give me your prick!" she wailed. "Please, Steve! Fuck me! Don't make me wait any longer! I need your cock deep inside my cunt! Now! Please! Fuck me now!"
Eventually he released her cunt and moved up over her body as he kept his finger firmly implanted in her asshole. He pressed his lips against hers and frenched her deeply, sliding his juice-coated tongue into her mouth. The taste and smell of her pussy lingered on her lips as she squirmed beneath the weight of his body and greedily sucked his tongue.
He pressed his cockhead against her gaping cunthole, thrilling her with the heat that radiated from his pulsating, engorged prick knob. With a soft grunt, he pushed forward until his prick was nestled inside the snug opening and he lowered his mouth back down to her ripe, full tits.
As he rolled her nipple around his tongue and squeezed her throbbing tit-flesh with his lips, his cock stretched the mouth of her pussy while he eased his prick shaft deeper inside her quaking cunt.
"Oh, Steve, I can't stop coming!" she said through panting groans. "Your cock is marvelous. I can't even think straight."
"I don't expect you to think," he mumbled, his mouth crammed with tit-flesh. "Just keep fucking!"
He speared her pussy with his prick, fucking it all the way inside her cunt. Their crotch bushes slammed together as his meaty balls slapped against her ass. As if for emphasis, he selected this particular moment to ram his finger all the way into her puckered asshole, completely filling her tight shitter as his cock bloated her pussy.
He let his cock rest only briefly before withdrawing it slowly, only to slam his prickshaft back into her cunt. He pistoned his prick in and out of her cunt, as he again attacked her tits with his lips and tongue. He bit down hard on her nipples and sucked with a frenzy that surprised her and thrilled her. She loved fucking the best when her man took total charge and control over her, and this young cop was doing the trick.
"Ohhhh, Steve!" she yelled as her cunt shuddered in yet another violent orgasm. "You fuck like a wonderful, wild bronco! Don't stop, Steve! Please, don't ever stop fucking me!"
The bath water sloshing around them, splashing out over the tub and flooding the bathroom floor. But neither of the lovers took notice as their fucking motions picked up more steam. She squeezed his prick inside her wet pussy and held his ass. She felt her cunt muscles bite down on his thick cock-root and involuntarily milk his hot, thrusting cockshaft. She became aware of the tension suddenly gripping his body as her pussy readied to suck the jism right out of his balls.
He sucked savagely on her tits as he shuddered and quaked. A raving torrent of come blasted into her cunt and she came again with him.
"Yes, yeeeeeesssss!" she yelled as her hungry cunt accepted his hot load. "Give me all of it! I want every drop of your precious come!"
He fucked her until she thought he would split her in two. Thick wads of jism continued to splash into her pussy as they rocked and swayed back and forth in the wave-slapping bath water. In the midst of his wild eruption, his finger inadvertently slipped out of her asshole, but he kept his draining prick firmly lodged inside the slime-drenched cavity of her quivering pussy.
Finally, his come slowed to an oozing dribble and her cunt muscles continued to flex, coaxing every ounce of his come out of his fuck-pole. Amy relaxed, savoring the glorious sensations that rippled throughout her body just as the pleasant bath water rippled slowly against her body. She smiled with deep satisfaction as Steve continued to rest atop her, smothering her with his masculine weight and warmth long after his cock had softened inside her juicy cunt.
"I always knew cops were great fuckers," she whispered as she recovered from the tremendous series of orgasms that had engulfed her senses. "Any time you need to arrest anyone, I will gladly volunteer. I could become your love slave without any hesitation."
He chuckled and carefully eased off of her. He stood, then helped her to her feet. They toweled each other off with sensuous motions before finally leaving the bathroom. They stretched out on the king-sized bed and spent many silent minutes simply enjoying the pleasant touch of each other's body.
Amy made the first move as she propped herself up on an elbow and lightly kissed Steve's flat belly. She playfully tongued his belly button, tickling him and loving his boyish giggle as he ran his fingers through her short, black hair. She soon gave in to a horny impulse and sucked his limp prick into her mouth.
She moaned as his fuck-tube quickly responding by surging into hard, pumping life. She marveled at the sensation of his blood filling cockshaft ballooning inside of her mouth and lips.
"You do that well," he said casually. "Makes it harder for me to understand why your husband would leave you alone here."
"Sucking cock is just one of my many talents, officer," she snickered, lifting her mouth off his prick just long enough to say the words. "My husband may yet realize I'm worth keeping. In the meantime, I can't think of anyone I would rather practice with than you."
"Mmmmm. I won't argue with that," he said as she swirled her tongue around his swollen fuck-knob.
Amy rubbed her fingers over his balls, caressing them gently as if they were twin eggs, fragile and vulnerable. She opened her mouth wide and gulped half of his rigid prick inside her lips, flicking her tongue up and down the pulsating ridge that lengthened the underside of his inflated cock. She heard him groan with pleasure and it pleased her that she was turning him on.
"Hey, if you don't stop that, lady, I'll have to arrest you," he said softly. "I've got other plans before you suck another wad out of my balls."
She released his cockhead from her lips with a pop and gripped the base of his prick with both hands as she eyed him. "What other plans?" she asked, fascinated and curious. "I'm eager to please."
He grinned at her as he reached down to cup one of her tits. He fondled her huge tit and toyed with her hard nipple. "Get my handcuffs," he ordered in a voice just above a whisper. "Bring them to me."
Her eyes widened and a strange, erotic shiver climbed her spine. She started to question his instructions, but decided against that as excitement fluttered in her guts. She moved off the bed and stepped toward his uniform that was neatly folded on her vanity bench. Her clit was already twitching and she could feel the wetness of her cunt juice instantly coating her pussylips. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unclipped the cold steel from a belt loop, then returned to the bed.
The handcuffs were heavier and more sturdy than Amy had suspected and it caused a flicker of fear to pierce the excitement that swelled inside her. But the weird arousal that swept over her refused to be stilled and the menacing feel of the cuffs only heightened her lust.
"We're going to see just how good a love slave you'll be," Steve said with an eerie smug expression covering his face. He took the handcuffs from her and eased off the bed. "Stretch out on your back. Put your arms above your head. Make your fingers touch the headboard."
She obeyed all of his orders as her breath started coming in pants and the growing knot in her stomach represented a mixture of fear and excitement. She blinked her eyes at his face and again saw his smug expression. She thought about breaking out of the role she was playing, but quickly rejected the notion. From the steely-eyed look he was leveling at her, she decided he was in no mood to alter his act and she didn't relish the idea of testing that particular theory.
When she was in position, he quickly cuffed her wrists, then looped the short chain over the middle headboard post, securing her with both arms tightly stretched above her head. She watched with blinking, nervous eyes as he slowly surveyed his work. A slight leer replaced his smug expression and Amy felt totally exposed and helpless.
She swallowed painfully, desperately trying to wet her suddenly dry throat and mouth as she primly pressed her thighs together. She could hear her heart pounding wildly and she groaned as she tugged against her steel bond, making the cuffs bite into her flesh.
"Now that's what I call a pretty picture," Steve said in a low, husky voice. "I love the way your bit tits rise and fall when you breathe heavily. That really makes me hot and horny. Maybe you should start doing something about that."
Before she could protest, he straddled her chest and poked his throbbing prick against her mouth. He squirmed his manly ass gently above her tits, then sat down, using her glorious tit-mounds as comfortable Cushions as he aimed his prickhead squarely at her lips.
She parted her lips and kissed the tip of his fuck-knob. Then she eased her tongue out and slithered it over the shiny surface of his hot prickhead.
Steve leaned forward and planted his strong hands on both sides of her face, locking her in place as he suddenly rammed his cockhead harder into her mouth. She had to accept the thrust of his prick as the swollen knob popped between her lips.
"Come on and really suck it now, Amy," he ordered. "You know you like it this way. This is wilder than your most secret fantasies. Don't disappoint me and make me get rough."
As if inspired by his stern warning, Amy began to suck and lick with renewed intensity. She darted her tongue around his hot prickhead, then sucked hungrily, trying to vacuum his entire fuck-rod all the way into her mouth. Fear spurred her on, but she was quickly discovering that pure, heated lust was spinning her into an uncontrollable frenzy as she tongue-whipped the cop's prick. The tremor of fear instantly evaporated, leaving her with a passionate desire to pleasure him. No longer was her submission to this exciting, dashing figure of authority only symbolic. It was a reality. Her domination was complete and now, so was her lust.
Her warm saliva flowed into her mouth and she was able to wetly coat his plunging cock as she formed a tight circle with her lips, providing his prick with increased friction. With each fuck-stroke of his prick into her mouth, her tits throbbed and her cunt convulsed with increased lust. It was as if her mouth had become her pussy as the sensation-level proved identical while he fucked her mouth in a fury of pile-driving thrusts. Maybe she needed this sort of bondage or punishment for cheating on Eddie. Her mind swam with the possibility, but it soon became a moot point. Lust captured her, sending her senses into spinning ecstasy as she neatly took every inch of Steve's fucking prick into her mouth. She clamped her lips down firmly on the thick root of his prick, desperately trying to hold his pulsating cockshaft in her mouth even as he forced it back out, preparing for another stroke.
As Steve sawed his prick in and out of her mouth with eager, hard strokes, Amy gradually experienced a series of incredible orgasms. She came down from one and immediately went into another as she sucked on his fucking cock while squirming against the handcuffs that securely locked her to the headboard. Her gushing cunt cream drenched her pussylips and she groaned with unmasked satisfaction.
Strange, she thought, that for a woman so frustrated sexually by her husband just days ago, she was now coming with a frequency that amazed her. Maybe Eddie is simply the wrong man for me, she thought briefly before becoming consumed once again by the raging fires of lust that Steve's wild fucking prick was creating throughout her body. Her kinky position and the assertive way in which the young cop was forcing her to suck his cock were driving her insane with a nonstop parade of desire, climax, more desire, another climax and on and on.
Then he jerked his saliva-drenched fuck-rod out of her gaping mouth and pushed himself down across her body. He roughly wedged himself between her thighs, forcing them apart as he prepared his cockhead to plunge straight into her slippery cunthole.
She arched her back and whimpered just as he plowed his wet fuck-knob between her hairy pussylips. He hesitated a second, then slammed the whole length of his cock into her cunt channel. His engorged fuck-tool pierced her pussy with a thundering penetration and Amy bellowed a cry of both pain and passion. Her delicate pussy opened up to accept his raging prick, then quickly closed around it, gripping his imbedded cockshaft with clinging, shuddering urgency.
"Oooohhhhh! Fuck me good!" she yelled, bouncing her ass up and down on the mattress, jarring the headboard and ignoring the painful grip of the handcuffs biting into her wrists as she struggled frantically against the bond. "It's driving me crazy! I can't stop coming!"
His only response was to keep fucking his cock in and out of her convulsing cunt and groan with his own pleasure. He fell forward and squeezed handfuls of her huge tits without interrupting the flow and pace of his fucking. He seemed to pay special attention to upwardly slanting his angle of penetration at the beginning of each fierce stroke, causing his bloated prickshaft to rub against the hood of her clit.
Amy shrieked with each fuck-stroke of his prick, writhing to meet each and every stroke as the exquisite sensations engulfed her. Her coming was continuous and she knew his fucking cock was draining the very life out of her. Finally, there was nothing for her to do but go limp as her weakened limbs and sensation glutted senses collapsed under his tremendous fucking.
At that moment, Steve whipped his hands beneath her upper thighs, lifted her pelvis and squarely speared her puckered asshole with his iron-hard prick. The surprised intrusion suddenly alerted Amy's senses, jerking her out of her listless state and plunged her back into nerve-jolting awareness. She tried to gasp but her breath caught in her throat as his prick slid inside her shitter. Without any help from her, his cock dipped deeper into her dark asshole, her buttery depths sucking him in as she tried to scream again. This time she succeeded and harsh guttural sounds came out of her throat as he pulled his fuck-pole out and then slammed it back in.
He soon established a rhythm as he fucked her asshole. Each time he pulled out, he left his fuck-knob inside while her shitter involuntarily clamped down on the flared rim of his prickhead. Amy had no trouble feeling every ridge and vein on his prick even though she reasoned that her senses should be totally numbed to his actions.
"Yeah, yeah, nice and tight!" Steve grunted as he kneaded the firm flesh of her asscheeks with his strong fingers. "This is doing it! I'm about to shoot my load! Oh, damn, assfucking always makes me lose my wad!"
Two more hard fuck-strokes into her burning asshole and his come blasted from his buried cockhead, filling her shitter and drowning her bowels. The violent explosion in her sensitive ass rocked her cunt into another shuddering, quaking climax and her screams of joy matched his as he fell heavily across her.
Much later, after Steve got around to unlocking the handcuffs and freeing Amy's wrists from the headboard, they snuggled together on the bed, enjoying the touch of their bodies. Amy savored the satisfaction her numerous orgasms had made possible and delighted in the sensual thoughts of soon rekindling her lust with Steve. Then, suddenly, a troubling thought broke into her pleasant daydreams.
"Will you be in trouble for taking this much time off?" she asked, startled by the possibility that she might have played a part in getting the young cop into the shithouse with his superiors.
Steve grinned and shrugged. "Nope," he replied casually. "I was officially off-duty two hours before I pulled you over."
"What?" she said, sitting up on the bed and peering at his smiling face.
"You'd be surprised by the amount of fine, classy pussy a cop gets when he's off-duty." He swirled a finger through her curly-haired pussy patch. "A lot of ladies can't resist sampling a cop's prick."
Amy giggled as she fell back on the bed and spread her creamy thighs wide, encouraging his finger-swirling activity.
"This has sure been one hell of a ball grabbing, eye-opening day," she said, her giggles choking off into short moans. "Oh, Steve, fuck me again," she said as he slipped his finger into her sore cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, as she lay alone on the big bed, Amy's pleasant memories of the night before seemed more like a horny dream than lusty reality. Her wrists, as well as her cunt and asshole, were sore, but still it was difficult for her to actually believe the wonderful experiences with the handsome young cop. It was simply too good to be true. Yet, all of those lewd, horny things had happened to her and now, as she dressed and went toward the kitchen, she sported a smug smile of supreme satisfaction. After all, she told herself, I've got the aches to prove that yesterday was one hell of a day.
As she began to fix her morning coffee, she absently peered through the kitchen window above the sink and almost dropped the coffee pot. There, sitting openly in front of Clara Thornton's house, gleaming in the early morning sunlight, was Eddie's car. She blinked her eyes in disbelief, but there was no mistaking the car. Her husband's car had certainly not been there last night when Steve had accompanied her home.
Panic gripped her as the ramifications of the car's presence next door dawned on Amy. Oh, my God! Her breath hissed in a short in-take and she froze momentarily. Eddie obviously saw the cop car last night parked in front of the house and decided to spy on her from the vantage point of next door. Either that, or he was getting back at her by fucking Clara and extracting some measure of revenge for Amy's and Clara's lesbo coupling.
She knew immediately that she had to take direct action and confront Eddie. Now was definitely the time for honestly if there was any hope of saving their marriage. And Amy thought as she stalked out of the house and headed next door, now was the proper time to discover if their marriage was even worth saving.
She rang the doorbell and waited. There was no response. She walked around the house, hoping that perhaps Eddie and Clara were on the patio, rationally discussing the single lesbo encounter between the two women. Her charitable hopes were instantly dashed when she glanced through a bedroom window and saw her husband mounted between Clara's widespread thighs, pumping his enormous cock in and out of the blonde's pussy.
A burst of anger washed over as her as she in stood, locked in position, gazing at the incredible scene. So the bastard is getting his petty revenge, she thought as her rage threatened to boil over. I should have known he would react in such a childish fashion.
Then Amy's heated thoughts slowly cooled. The spectacle of her husband's horse-like prick repeatedly fucking in and out of Clara's seething, blonde-haired cunt was rendering Amy transfixed and fascinated. Not only was she witnessing her husband maintaining a much longer than normal fuck endurance, but the horny sight was starting to stir her own lust. Seeing such an intimate act, being performed in such a frenzy, was causing Amy's cunt juices to flow. Her tits throbbed with growing excitement while her pussy dampened and her clit twitched.
As her initial anger subsided, she scolded herself for her own outbreak of petty jealousy. After all, she reminded herself, she had been unfaithful to him first. And a trace of guilt still remained when she fondly remembered the various fucking and sucking episodes that had brought her tremendous pleasure and satisfaction.
Then her mind wiped away all of her mental ramblings as she became preoccupied with the lewd, exciting scene being performed before her eyes. She leaned closer to the bedroom window and leveled her unblinking eyes on the wild fucking now taking place between her husband and her neighbor. She instinctively reached up to gently rub her nipples as they tingled stiffly against her thin cotton blouse. She felt a distinct vibration erupting deep inside her cunt as her pussy juice coated her trembling cuntlips.
"Getting your eyes full, Amy?" Brian said, his voice shattering Amy's preoccupied consciousness.
She jumped and gasped as she jerked her head away from the window and saw the teenager watching her with a sneer. "Oh, Brian," she said with a high-pitched giggle as her face reddened. "I was just-just-"
He nodded sagely. "I know. You were just watching your old man knock off a fast piece of my old lady's ass." The boy stepped forward and peered over Amy's shoulder into the bedroom. "Is it making you hot?"
The blunt question surprised her almost as much as his sudden appearance. Embarrassment cowered her as she nervously cleared her throat and struggled to come up with a sophisticated response.
"Wow, that old guy is hung like a fucking mule," the boy exclaimed with a whistle. "Last night when he tossed that big slab of fuck-meat at Clara, I thought she was gonna fucking faint! She's been in heaven ever since, and they've been fucking each other's brains out for hours."
Amy heard the boy's words but she quickly became too engrossed in watching the bedroom action to respond. She joined Brian in peering through the window, careful not to miss a single stroke of her husband's huge prick as it continued to split fiercely between Clara's pussylips.
"Goddamn, I've been jacking off ever since they started this shit last night," the boy announced. "Come on, Amy. Let's go to my room and fuck. Why should they have all the fun?"
"Well, I guess you've got a good point," Amy said as she finally pried her gaze away from the window and glanced down at the obvious hard-on pressing against Brian's blue-jeaned crotch. She chuckled self-consciously and added, "My pussy is a little steamed up and it looks like your cock could use some relief."
She followed the boy around to the back of the house and they entered through the kitchen door. They moved straight down a short hallway and into a room next to the room, where the loud, lewd noises of passionate fucking were already taking place.
Brian immediately starting stripping as Amy slowly unbuttoned her blouse and glanced around at the boyish room, cluttered with model planes and cars, baseball trading cards and walls adorned with nude girls pinups from magazines.
"Come on, Amy," the boy said, standing nude beside his bed, his eyes widening as her tits gradually came into his view. "Hurry it up. My cock is about to explode. Shit, thanks to your old man, I haven't had any real pussy since he showed up. Hell, from the size of his prick, my old lady ain't likely to want to settle for me anymore."
Amy slipped her dress down over her flaring hips and on down her long, shapely legs, her gaze glued hungrily to the boy's engorged prick jutting straight out from his -She couldn't deny a sliver of pride from the boy's remark concerning her husband's cock-size. Right now, she was so horny that the boy's much-smaller prick was still a welcome sight. She was eager to have it snake inside her cunt and fill her pussy with its pulsating, leaping spasms.
"Don't worry about your mother not wanting your cock anymore, Brian," she said softly as she tugged her panties down to her ankles, then gracefully stepped out of them. "Knowing your mother, she'll always be ready to show appreciation for a nice, sturdy cock like yours."
Amy stepped up to the boy, and he threw his arms around her, pressing her hot, naked body against his. He kissed her wetly on the mouth and instantly darted his tongue between her lips. She groaned as his tongue probed her hot mouth and his rigid cock poked her flat belly. He was a good three inches shorter than Amy and he had no trouble lowering his mouth from hers and attacking her ripe, full tits with his lips and teeth.
She roamed her hands over the body's youthful, muscular back and silky smooth tight asscheeks as he tongued her hard nipples. His eager licking and sucking on her throbbing tits caused shudders of rapture to rumble through her. She squeezed her fingers into the hard spheres of his asscheeks while his mouth fused and devoured her huge tits with unashamed hunger.
She savored his kisses and the intimate contacts with his flesh even as she realized her excitement was mounting probably just as much from the erotic sounds coming from the next room. As the boy pulled her down onto his bed, she heard her husband's animal-like growl of passion and Clara's gasping whines of pleasure that signaled an imminent, thundering, mutual climax to their wild fucking.
As if not to be outdone by the fucking couple in the next room, Amy and Brian fell across the bed, grasping at each other, frantic to start their own violent fucking.
"Hurry, hurry!" Amy pleaded, grabbing the boy's cock at the thick base and spreading her thighs at the same time. "Fuck me now! Fuck me!"
He lunged forward, pressing his weight between her parted thighs until his swollen cockhead brushed lightly against the ultra-sensitive wet lips of her cunt. He gripped her tits and fondled them as she controlled the up and down movement of his engorged prick, sliding his hot fuck-knob the length of her juicy pussy slit. She tightened her hold on his prick-root and poked his bloated cockhead against her enlarged clit, sending shock-waves of ecstasy throughout her body.
Then, slowly, she lifted herself and sucked his prick gently into her pussy. The spongy, wet walls of her cunt passage rippled as she wedged his prick all the way inside. Her cunt devoured the boy's fuck-rod and her cuntlips choked around the base of his prick with a greedy grip. She whimpered in delightful joy as her pussy muscles milked his cockshaft and nibbled at his pulsating fuck-meat.
When he began to move against her, she fucked right along with him, falling easily into ill his rhythm, speeding up when he did, slowing down when he slowed, all the while building the intensity of the sensations stinging her senses. The boy quickly went out of control, slamming his cock in and out of her gaping pussy, searing her quivering cunt with his vigorous fuck-strokes. He was like a berserk animal, fucking her with an abandoned zeal she couldn't remember ever experiencing. Her whimpers grew into screams of utter joy as the boy fucked her like a lust-obsessed, aggressive man.
As the bed bounced beneath them, her legs climbed, finding their way on the backs of his legs, her hips pounding up at him as fiercely as he pistoned his pulsing prick in and out of her warmly wet pussy.
She felt his prick swell inside her cunt and gasped as the sudden, first jet of his scorching jizz spurted into her convulsing pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung to him, draining his prick with the spasming of her inner cunt. Her syrupy cunt sheathed the bulging, sensitive knob of his cock and sucked the boy-cream right out of his fuck-tube.
At the very prime of his wad-blasting explosion, he tripped the delicate mechanism of her own nerves and sent her into a wild convulsion of exquisite, sensational sensations that toppled together in a series of increasing eruptions. Her clit shook while the deepest regions of her cunt-channel trembled and quaked, expelling a vast load of her pussy juice.
"Ooooohhhhh! Aaaahhhh!" she wailed as her orgasms rocked through her body even as the thick hot come spurted from his cockhead, emptying his balls. "I'm getting all of your load! Yes, yes, yyyeeessss!"
She continued to squeeze the boy against her until long after his balls had drained his jizz and his spent prick had softened into a lump of veiny fuck-meat. She savored the glorious sensations of her fading climaxes as the ecstasy echoed over her nerves and senses. Finally, her arms and legs went limp and she sprawled out on the mattress, slowly regulating her breath.
"Damn, Amy, you can be a real tiger when you get warmed up," Brian said with a leering grin as he rolled off of her.
"She certainly can," Eddie said, his manly voice filling the boy's room and startling Amy into alertness.
She bolted to a sitting position on the bed and gasped as she saw her husband standing naked in the doorway of the boy's room. Clara was beside him, just as naked, with a smug smile covering her face, her right hand clutching Eddie's half-hard cock.
"You should have your ass kicked, Amy, for trying to keep all of this to yourself," Clara said with a sassy tone, lifting Eddie's enormous prick in her hand. "God, I've been walking around here bow-legged since last night, while you were next door fucking your way out of a traffic ticket."
Amy started to stammer a reply, but her gaze latched onto the intriguing sight of her husband's semi-erect cock slowly lumbering into proud, full hardness against the blonde's squeezing fingers. His prick was majestically huge even when not fully hard, and Amy was, as always, mesmerized by the spectacle of his cockshaft spring into bloated fullness.
"Think you're ready to be fucked by a man, Amy?" Eddie said with a deep chuckle.
She nodded without taking her eyes off his pulsating fuckpole. "Sure, honey." Her expression clouded. "Can I explain about last night?"
"You could, but it'll be hard for you to talk with this crammed in your mouth," Eddie said with a nasty sneer as he slowly approached the bed and Amy.
Familiar trembling of fear shook her as her husband neared the bed. Brian scampered off the bed, getting out of Eddie's way and not giving much comfort to Amy as she watched her husband aim his massive cockhead at her pale face.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Amy didn't relish experiencing another outburst of Eddie's anger. The unpleasant memory of two days ago was still vividly imprinted in her mind and she wasn't excited with the prospect of smothering to death as his mammoth prick clogged her mouth and throat. Desperately, she tried to explain all that had happened to her since Eddie's violent departure two days ago, but he seemed interested only in ramming his stallion-sized cock between her lips.
"Plead and whine all you like, Amy, but if you don't want me to get rough, you'll kneel in front of me on your hands and knees," Eddie said seriously. He stood firmly beside the bed, his gigantic prick sticking straight out, ramrod stiff and huge. "No more bullshit! Get your mouth around my cock now!"
She scrambled to obey his command as the mattress sagged beneath her. She steadied herself, as instructed, on her hands and knees, her face inches from his bulbous, engorged fuck-knob.
"We'll see if I leave you frustrated and horny anymore," Eddie said through a hoarse chuckle. "Suck it!"
"Please, don't hurt me, Eddie," she whispered, gazing through tear-watery eyes at his steel-rigid cock and big, meaty balls, dangling like huge goose eggs between his legs. "I'll suck your prick good if you give me a chance."
"Stop babbling and eat cock, bitch!" he shouted, thrusting his prick into her face as he grabbed the back of her head with his strong hands.
His swollen cockhead forced her lips apart just enough so that the force of his thrust speared the rest of his engorged prick-knob into her mouth. Instantly her jaws were stretched to the limit as she struggled to hold his enormous cock in her mouth. Then, before she could adjust to having his tremendous fuck-knob between her lips, he plunged his cock deeper into her straining mouth, completely filling it with his massive fuckmeat.
Amy gagged involuntarily, sure that she was seconds away from choking to death on her husband's wickedly over-sized prick.
"Come on, bitch," he snorted. "You don't even have half of it in your bitching mouth. How the hell are you going to act when I ram all of my cock down your fucking throat?"
His harsh words terrified her even as she gagged and choked on his hot slab of fuckmeat. This wasn't the man she had married. Oh, God, what had happened to him? Her mind screamed the question while she tried desperately to move her tongue inside her prick-crammed mouth.
As she struggled to suck his enormous cock without choking to death, she felt the slight stirrings of lust spark deep in the hidden pit of her cunt. Her fear was real, but so was the surprising tide of excitement slowly creeping into her senses from the dampening regions of her pussy. Eddie's frightening, new-found aggressiveness was also strangely igniting lifelong suppressed passions in the heart of her womanhood. She didn't have time now to question the weird reaction gradually springing to life inside her cunt as her gag reflex relaxed against the impaled, massive hunk of male fuck-meat.
"That's better," Eddie mumbled, lowering his hands from the back of her head and squeezing her tits as they dangled inches above the mattress. "I knew you would find a way to please me. Now all you have to do is take about three more inches of prick and you'll have all of it in your mouth."
Amy groaned as she heard his words and twisted her head from side to side as her husband slowly eased his tremendous prick deeper and deeper into her straining mouth. She felt his bulbous cockhead flatten against her throat and panic needled her instincts. It was like trying to swallow a huge chunk of meat without chewing. She forced air through her overworked nose and choked violently when her lips brushed against the thick mat of his bristled cock hair. She pulled back instinctively, mindful of the consequences, but not caring as she gasped and heaved and coughed.
She wasn't expecting Eddie's harsh laugh, nor Clara's wicked giggle as she slowly recovered. Then, before she could react, Eddie again grabbed her short black hair and jerked her face back up to his raging fuck-pole. She had no choice but to obey his unspoken demand and she slithered her aching tongue around the slick surface of his sensitive prickknob. She nibbled his engorged cockhead with her lips and teased his piss-slit with her tonguetip, hoping to win his approval in this manner without performing the impossible task of taking the entire length of his gigantic prick into her mouth.
This was indeed a different Eddie from the man she had married, she told herself as she frantically worked her mouth and tongue up and down the tender underside of his long, thick prick. The old Eddie, she knew all too well, would already be blasting his hot load, spraying it like white foam from his huge cock. But not now. His cock endured her most sensuous tongue-strokes and sucking massages like an unfeeling missile.
"Maybe she needs some inspiration," Clara said, climbing on her son's bed and positioning herself behind Amy.
"Good idea," Eddie said, releasing his grip on Amy's hair and returning his attention to her tits.
Suddenly, Amy felt Clara's hot breath slapping against her uplifted ass and the backs of her thighs. She groaned as the blonde's breath intensified the trembling spasms now rocking the hairy valley of her cunt. When the blonde's tongue knifed squarely between Amy's wet cuntlips, Amy squealed joyously and squirmed her hips while attacking her husband's cockhead with fresh vigor. She felt Clara's nose pierce between her asscheeks and nudge her shitter mouth, sending instant flashes of pleasure throughout her body.
Amy utilized her doggie-style position to her best advantage as she closed her lips around her husband's bulbous cockhead and rocked backward on her knees, pressing her pussy and ass harder into Clara's face. She moaned, delighting in the way the sound vibrations danced over Eddie's prickhead, causing him to express excitement for the first time. Now her womanly juices were flowing and her ecstasy was soaring. Sensation pounded through her cunt as her big tits throbbed inside her husband's kneading hands. Clara's expert tongue deftly sliced through Amy's moist pussylips, snaking into her quaking cunt and sloshing around in the boiling nectar that drenched the sensitive area.
"While you're back there, lube her asshole, Clara," Eddie said, a slight tremor shaking his tone. "I don't want my dear wife to suffer too much when I plug her shitter with my prick."
Amy wormed her mouth and lips around her husband's two-inch-thick prick while swaying back and forth in a gentle motion, savoring the wonderful tongue-fucking Clara was providing. She gave a guttural cry of pleasure when the blonde suddenly withdrew her tongue and skewered the fluid-coated lapper directly into Amy's buttery shit-chute. Amy pressed her ass back even harder into the blonde's face, then dropped to her elbows and used her hands to cup and fondle her husband's big balls without removing her lips and tongue from the underside of his blood-bloated cock.
"Damn, yeah! Now we're starting to cook!" Eddie rasped, dropping his hands from his wife's tits, then reaching over to spread her asscheeks, allowing Clara's mouth and tongue more freedom in knifing in and out of Amy's asshole.
As passion engulfed her, Amy clawed her fingers over Eddie's huge balls and rubbed her tongue in blistering strokes up and down the long length of his cock. She rolled her ass in tight circles, allowing her asshole to suck in Clara's penetrating tongue, and moaned happily as her slow-building climax finally erupted. Her cunt juice gushed from her trembling pussy and dripped down her creamy thighs. In the heat of her pleasure, she suddenly craved something more substantial impaling her shitter than the blonde's tongue.
With a bold confidence inspired by her exploding lust, Amy suddenly pushed away from her husband's prick and balls and huskily begged Eddie to fuck her asshole now.
"Do it, goddammit!" she growled. "I want your cock in my shitter! Fuck me there! I can't wait!"
"Whatever you say, lady," Eddie said with a sneer as Clara fell back, freeing her tongue from the depths of Amy's clutching asshole. "Move around here and keep your ass way up in the air."
Amy moved quickly, turning around on the bed, staying on her hands and knees, careful to keep her ass lifted up and easily exposed for her husband's cock. She panted and gasped as she waited, eager to feel his huge fuck-pole slice into her throbbing puckered shitter.
Eddie gripped her asscheeks firmly and he squeezed them apart as he poked his swollen cockhead against her asshole, teasing her with playful jabs. She looked up just in time to see Clara's blonde-haired cunt being pushed into her face.
"This will give you something to chew on while Eddie fucks your asshole," Clara said, rubbing her bushy cunt against Amy's face. "Get a good whiff then give me a good tonguing, Amy. Prove that I've taught you well."
Amy speared her tongue-tip through the tangle of blonde pussy hair just as Eddie leaned forward and popped the entire head of his prick into her asshole. She screamed as the searing pain streaked across her nerves and she tried to twist away from his attack.
Clara's hands sandwiched Amy's head in place, while Eddie tightened his hold on Amy's asscheeks, locking her into position, making it impossible for her to escape the double dose that awaited her.
"No! Nnnnoooo! You're too big!" she bellowed, her screams muffled by Clara's cunt. "Your cock is ripping my asshole apart! Please, don't! I can't stand it!"
Each time she opened her mouth to cry out, she got another mouthful of fleecy blonde cunt hair and the tart taste of Clara's glistening-wet pussy meat. But that was glorious compared to the burning pain that paralyzed her as Eddie continued to relentlessly fuck his huge cock deeper and deeper into her ass.
Then, through the fiery pain, a violent shuddering jarred Amy's pussy and the heat of the pain became no match for the scorching passion that swelled throughout her fuckhole. She couldn't explain it and didn't try as she plowed her tongue through Clara's blonde cunt patch and flicked up and down her pussy slit. She eagerly slurped the salty nectar that -rimmed the blonde's seething cuntlips while her pussy quivered and convulsed as Eddie's corkscrewing prick nudged her bowels.
"Hhhhaaaa! It's killing me!" she shouted, her voice lost in the moist cavern of Clara's cunt. "Aaaaaahhhhhh! Keep fucking my asshole, darling! Oh! Oooohhhhh! Your big cock is going to gut me!"
She didn't dare twitch her hips or rotate her ass to assist his tremendous prick as it slid deeper into her delicate shitter. Amy tried to relax, but the gyrations her violent orgasm triggered made such a notion impossible. Her confused mind swirled as her body savored the ecstasy that smothered her senses. She lapped greedily at Clara's syrupy cunt and yelped with each fraction of her husband's deeper penetration into her asshole.
Then, just as she knew his enormous prick was going to do severe damage to her blistering asshole, she felt his gigantic cock lurch and tremble and splash the first jets of his jism into her bowels. Thankfully, Eddie hadn't changed all that much, she thought as she slumped, dropping her mouth from Clara's wet pussy and letting her face hit the mattress.
Eddie grunted as his cock blasted his load. His hands dug into the firm flesh of his wife's rounded asscheeks, and she felt his whole body tremble while his come raced out of his balls. His spitting prick jerked and convulsed inside her clinging asshole, and for a frightening few seconds, Amy worried that her husband's prick was hopelessly locked inside her shitter.
As her tight ring of muscles squeezed around his cock, her cunt shuddered again and again, flexing on its own and spewing her cunt cream over her crotch and onto her thighs. Still, Eddie's wad powered into her asshole in a seemingly unending blast. His grunts intensified into growls of ecstasy while she whimpered and somehow endured the enema his gushing jism was giving her.
Mercifully, he managed to pop his sated cock out of her ass and collapsed on the bed beside his wife. Amy's whimpers gradually died, but the throbbing and aching in the buttery depths of her shitter lasted long after huge amounts of his jizz flowed back out of her ravaged asshole.
Her overtaxed senses carried her into a light sleep as much, she suspected, to protect her from additional attacks of cocks and tongues as anything else. When she woke without knowing how much later, she heard muted voices droning close, but it took several seconds for her to identify them or to comprehend what was being said. She stirred and discovered she was still sprawled lewdly across Brian's bed, her ass sticking up slightly. She swallowed and tasted residue of Clara's pussy juices on her tongue. She blinked her eyes until her vision focused clearly toward the sound of the voices. Then she came awake abruptly, her eyes widening to the fascinating sight of Clara gently stroking Eddie's kingsized prick with both hands.
"Now remember to let me know when you are about to blast away," Clara was saying as Amy lifted her head and watched. "God, you have the biggest prick I've ever seen," Clara said in an awe-struck tone. "I can't get accustomed to it."
"Now! Now!" Eddie suddenly blurted, grabbing Clara's stroking hands. "Do it now! Quick!"
Amy watched transfixed as the blonde immediately clutched both hands around the top of Eddie's prickshaft and pressed her thumbs hard into the fleshy underside section of his cock just below his huge knob. Amy saw his tremendous prick redden from the thick, hairy base up to where Clara was strangling the sensitive area just beneath his swollen cockhead. Purplish-blue veins ballooned out, crisscrossing his massive cockshaft while his prickhead whitened in a waxy sheen. She noticed Clara's fingers and hands shaking as the pressure she applied increased.
Eddie trembled as a guttural groan hissed from his mouth just before he slumped and propped his head back hard against the headboard.
"It's over," he whispered.
Amy stared as her husband's engorged cock seemed to wilt just a little. Then Clara slowly started fluttering her fingers up and down his enormous prickshaft, giving frequent attention to his sensitive prickhead with massaging fingertips. Soon Eddie's cock was jutting straight up from his hairy groin in full, towering hardness. The blonde's expert fondling continued even as she glanced over her shoulder at Amy and winked.
"A little secret, dear," Clara said, dropping her fingertips from Eddie's bloated prickshaft and lightly massaging his balls. "This exercise is making Eddie the kind of stud one would expect a man to be with this much fuck-meat growing between his legs. You might try it sometime."
A sharp edge of jealousy sliced into Amy's nerves as her eyes hardened on the blonde. She glanced toward her husband's face and instantly cooled her anger. He was appraising her with a remote aloofness that hurt. He groaned and squirmed his ass against the mattress, making sure Amy noticed how he was savoring Clara's delightful stroking technique on his cock and balls.
If he wanted to play childish games of jealousy, she told herself, she would accommodate him. There would be no explanations about last night and the marvelous encounter with Steve Woods, the horny, handcuff king of traffic cops. She flopped around on the bed and spotted Brian snoozing across the foot of the mattress. Eddie can have his prick tortured all day for all I care, she thought as she leaned over and sucked Brian's limp cock into her warm mouth.
The boy stirred and came awake immediately as Amy hungrily munched her lips around his growing prick. She made a special point of growling loud enough for her husband to hear as she tongue-whipped the boy's hardening prick.
She groaned again as the boy's cock sprang into its full hard glory inside her sucking mouth. This time, the groan wasn't faked.
CHAPTER NINE
Three days after Eddie had packed a few of his things and moved next door to Clara's house, Amy's mother, Mable Kennedy, arrived from upstate to comfort her only daughter. Amy had postponed calling her widowed mother and relating the distressing news until it appeared that Eddie was serious about the separation. Amy had also dreaded making the call because her mother was fond of Eddie, and Amy didn't want her mother's opinion of Eddie to change drastically. Still, she knew it was only proper that her mother know the situation, if only to avoid any embarrassment in the future.
Over the course of the three days since Eddie had been living next door, Amy's mood went from aloofness to anger to jealousy, then back again through the entire cycle. Once she had even called police headquarters and tracked down Steve Woods. But after honestly telling him the situation, he politely refused to come to the house or to even call. The knowledge that a husband, even a separated one, was lurking next door, did much to cool Steve's romantic pursuit.
It was the middle of a Friday afternoon when Mable arrived, looking bright and pretty in a clinging lime-green pants suit. Amy marveled at how good her mother looked, her gaze seeping with appreciation over Mable's well-stacked figure that easily belied her forty-eight years. Her frosted hair was neatly trimmed in short curls and capped her tanned, lovely face and even, feminine features elegantly.
Amy managed to act remote and to present a worldly front to her mother for about thirty minutes before all pretense crumbled and she told Mable everything. She didn't omit a single detail as she traced the problem all the way back to her courtship days with Eddie and his frustrating quick-trigger coming.
Mable listened, interrupting only to ask specific questions, then insisted that she treat her daughter to a lavish dinner while they continued their mother-daughter discussion. Mable assured Amy that things never looked as bleak following a fancy meal and expensive wine.
An elaborate four-course dinner was finished and the two women were well into their second bottle of wine when Amy excused herself to go to the ladies room. As she returned, she saw Mable hand their waiter a slip of paper and exchange warm smiles with him. She thought nothing more about it until the doorbell rang at home two hours later and Mable hurried to answer it.
"That must be the little surprise I've arranged for you, dear," Mable said, moving toward the door. "Our waiter this evening was a handsome devil. Didn't you think?"
"Mother, what have you done?" Amy said, stepping after Mable. "You gave the waiter this address?"
"Dear, he wasn't asking for my autograph," Mable said with a chuckle.
"I thought you were charging the meal. That's what I assumed."
"Stop being a pest, darling," Mable chided as she reached the door. "Now go put on something sexy and I'll send your gentleman caller to your room after I've primed him with a stiff drink."
"Thanks a bunch," Amy whispered. "You think he'll need a stiff drink to face me in my bedroom?"
Mable laughed. "Don't be difficult, dear. I know what's best for you. It's unnatural for a lovely girl like you to go three days without getting fucked."
"You paid him to come here, didn't you?" Amy said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at her mother's outrageous scheme.
"He's a waiter, darling. I tipped him. What's the difference? Now, I'm going to let him in. If you want him to see you standing here, bitching at me like a frightened virgin, it's up to you."
As Mable opened the front door, Amy scurried down the hallway toward her bedroom, still wondering if she was going to burst into tears or gales of laughter. Oh, Mother, you are some kind of ballsy lady, she said to herself as she stripped off her dress.
Fifteen minutes later, Amy was in bed wearing her sexiest black see-through down and feeling like a total fool. The more she thought about the whole thing, the harder she laughed. My mother, the pimp, she said to herself with a snicker. This is ridiculous. I'm going to put on a robe, march into the den and tell that poor waiter this is all some sick joke performed by a mentally-ill middle-aged woman. That's what I'll do, she told herself, flinging the bedcovers away and starting to move off the bed.
At that moment, the bedroom door opened slowly and Amy just managed to scramble back beneath the covers before the waiter stepped hesitantly into the room. A deep blush colored her cheeks as she eyed the stranger and started to apologize for her mother's lewd arrangement.
"Your mother is some lady," he said, beating her to the first statement. A good-natured smile spread across his handsome, dark face. "I've got to tell you, lady, just what I told your mother. I don't usually do this and I still can't believe a woman as pretty as you has to buy a lover."
Amy giggled and tried to calm her embarrassment and his uneasiness. "My mother surprises me and I've known her a long time. I'm sorry you came way out here. Please don't feel like you have to stay. Whatever she paid you, you deserve for driving here and-"
"I'd like to stay," he interrupted, moving slowly toward the bed. "I'd also like to fuck you. I can't imagine any guy who wouldn't get a hot boner just thinking about getting into your cunt."
Amy's blush deepened, but his words cause her to appraise him with more detail. He was indeed handsome, apparently in his mid twenties with stylishly sculpted black hair. He was tall and lanky and nicely filled the shoulders of his sports coat. Suddenly, Amy was anxious to see him naked and didn't hide her mounting excitement as he began to strip beside the bed. When he stood before her nude, her gaze dropped to his already hard, blood-engorged cock and she breathed a whispered, "Bless you, Mother!"
"What?" he said with a snicker as he slowly peeled back the bedcovers, exposing Amy's lush body beneath the transparent flimsy black gown. "Nice. Very nice," he added with a soft whistle.
"Just what I was thinking," she said, reaching up and gently cupping his dangling balls in her right hand. She groaned as a spasm shuddered through her cunt while she massaged his heavy balls. "Your cock looks good enough to eat."
He eased onto the bed as his hands went straight for her luscious, ripe tits. He fondled her tit-melons through the thin black material of the gown, watching intently as Amy's pink nipples flared into sharp points. She wasted little time fluttering her left hand up and down his impressive eight-inch prick, savoring the silky smooth, hot flesh stretched over his rigid cockshaft.
The waiter's groans transformed into guttural sighs as he ducked his head down and eagerly sucked in mouthfuls of tit-flesh and lacy gown. He roamed his hands up and down her creamy thighs, teasingly avoiding contact with her dampened pussy for agonizing seconds. Amy spread her legs as he rolled over on top of her and she thrilled at the secure sensation of a man's hard, lean body pressing against her again. The warmth soothed her nerves and tingled her senses as her cunt juiced and her clit throbbed into lusty hardness.
She rubbed her left thumb over his swollen cockhead and felt the oozing stickiness of his jizz already seeping through his piss-slit. More trembles quaked her body as his hands snaked under her gown and finally rubbed over her burning cunt. She moaned in hot passion and suddenly gripped the pulsating, thick base of his fuck-shaft with her left hand, impatient for him to plunge his cock deep into her convulsing pussy channel. She continued to massage and knead his jizz-filled balls with her right hand, keeping contact as if gripping a lifeline.
"Fuck me! Please, fuck me now," she pleaded, hissing the word as his head bobbed up and down on her chest, his mouth sucking her huge tits with wild urgency. "Oh, God I can't wait! Fuck me! Fuck me quick! I need a big, hard cock so bad!"
He pushed her gown up around her hips and waist without removing his hungry mouth and tongue from her tits. He wedged himself between her spread thighs and, while she still gripped his balls and the root of his prick, he poked his engorged fuck-knob between her quivering, hairy cuntlips. He humped his ass once and plunged his steel-hard cock deeper into her pussy, his swollen prickhead popping completely into her cunt opening, stretching apart the lips of her pussy.
She greeted the intrusion with a loud yelp and lost her grip on his prick-root and his balls. Then she humped her ass off the mattress and allowed her juice-drenched cunt to suck in his plunging fuck-rod with such force that his penetration ended with his balls slapping against her ass in a loud smack of flesh hitting flesh.
Amy went berserk as she hugged the waiter down hard against her gown-covered tits, thrilling to the way he continued to suck her massive, shapely tit-melons into his mouth. She rolled from side to side, undulating as if she were trying to pull out his powerful fuckpole by the root and capture it forever inside her womanly depths.
"Oh! Oooooohhhhhh! I'm coming!" she yelled, swinging her legs up and around his humping waist. She squeezed her thighs together, clamping around him and holding him as best she could while he hammered his prick in and out of her shuddering, coming pussyhole. "Yes, yeeeesss! Ride me all the fucking way! Make me keep coming, baby! Ooooohhh! Aaaaahhhhh, yeah, I'm really coming!"
The intensity of her orgasm startled her briefly, but her senses were overwhelmed by the ecstasy of the climax and she didn't devote much energy to thinking about it. Instead, Amy lost herself in the glorious sensations of the violent come, savoring every second of the tremendous trembling and convulsing that shook her body. Her hot cunt juice gushed out, drenching his cock and cascading on out over her quivering pussylips, bathing his balls in the process.
With her thighs locked tightly around his waist and meeting his every fuck-stroke with a mighty humping thrust of her own, it was only a matter of seconds before the waiter grunted, stiffened and shot his hot wad deep into her cunt. His blast flooded her pussyhole, drowning fuckhole with thick jism. Another violent climax rumbled throughout her cunt as the walls of her pussyhole milked his spitting prick, drinking every drop of his come.
Eventually his drained cock slipped out of her wet pussy and he rolled off her, gasping for breath beside her. She enjoyed the slowly evaporating tingles that danced through her senses as she felt some of his jizz trickle out her cunthole and ooze over her pussylips.
Following a few more minutes of recuperation, she at up on the bed and pulled her gown off over her head. She dropped the flimsy material to the floor beside the bed and scooted down to lick her pussy juice off his limp prick. He stirred and moaned as she closed her soft lips around his now-flabby fuckmeat. She smiled as his cock started to grow inside her warm mouth.
"Listen, lady, as much as I would like you to keep doing what you're doing, you'll have to stop," he said, placing a restraining hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry."
Reluctantly she lifted her mouth off his semi-hard prick and glanced at him with a confused expression. "Well, this is really my night for firsts," she said. "I've never had a man tell me to stop sucking his cock."
He swung his legs over the edge of the mattress and stood. He smiled at her sheepishly as he started backing toward the bedroom door, leaving his clothes in a heap on the floor.
"Look, I had to promise your mother that I would fuck her if she arranged it so I could fuck you first." His explanation was causing his face to blush as Amy watched him. He shrugged and added, "I think I better save something for her."
A dismayed look remained on Amy's face long after the waiter had dashed out of the room. Then her laughter started deep in her throat and soon boomed from her mouth uproariously.
Mable, you are one sly bitch, she said to herself as she fell back on the bed. She soon drifted off into pleasant sleep, convinced that with Mable arranging things, she would once again have Eddie and her marriage.
CHAPTER TEN
It was noon before Amy stirred and shook off the deep, peaceful sleep. She gazed in disbelief at the bedside clock, then scrambled out of bed, dismayed that she had spent half of Saturday asleep, alone. She stepped over her black, sexy gown that littered the floor, glanced around without seeing the waiter's clothes, then hurried on into the bathroom for her morning shower.
She giggled with girlish glee as she recalled the waiter's last words to her last night and the way he darted out of the bedroom, rushing toward his agreed-fuck with Mable. Just wait, Mother, Amy said to herself as she toweled and wrapped a terry-cloth white robe around her naked body. I want to hear your explanation for buying me a stud, then helping yourself to him as part of the deal.
She was still chuckling as she stepped out of the bedroom and started down the hallway, anxious to discover how Mable had been spending the Saturday morning without Amy's supervision. She had only to reach the guest bedroom to get her answer.
As she passed the partially closed bedroom door, she froze, hearing the familiar sounds of lusty moans and guttural groans that could signal nothing but a passionate couple embarking on a frenzied fuck. Her first thoughts were of the waiter and she almost laughed aloud as she peeked into the guest bedroom, ready to teasingly scold Mable for getting more than her money's worth.
Amy gasped and had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from making a louder sound. Her eyes went wide as she saw Mable stretched naked across the bed, her shapely thighs spread wide and her knees raised with her feet flat on the mattress. Eddie was kneeling beside her, just as naked, his long, thick cock throbbing in its full glory majestically out from his hairy crotch. His mouth was buried between Mable's lush, cushiony tits while two of his working, searching fingers dug around inside her juicy pussy.
As if drawn closer to the lewd scene, Amy pushed the door open wider silently and stood unnoticed in the doorway, her eyes riveted on the shocking sight. She watched in speechless fascination as her mother ran greedy fingers up and down Eddie's gigantic fuck-pole, groaning in heated passion.
"Your cunt is on fire, Mable," Eddie whispered, continuing to rotate his fingers in and out of her wet, soupy pussy. "I've got to fuck you now."
Amy heard her mother give a husky chuckle. "Go ahead," Mable cooed. "Just take it easy, Eddie. You could kill a woman with a cock like yours. But, hell, don't let me talk you out of fucking me. Shit, I can't live forever."
Eddie maneuvered himself between Mable's spread thighs and rubbed his fingers over Mable's legs as he prepared to spear her welcoming cunt with his huge cockhead. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his knees as he poked his engorged fuck-knob against her trembling, silver-haired cunt.
"Oooohhhhh!" Mable screamed, lifting her ass off the mattress. "It's already splitting my pussylips in two! Aaahhhh, it feels so damn good! Go, Eddie! Fuck me, baby!"
"Try to stop me now, Mable," Eddie hissed as he lunged his massive prick all the way into her slippery cunt. "It's a pleasure to fuck a mature woman with enough experience to know what she's getting."
"Just keep fucking me, boy," Mable gasped. "Oh, my God, what a big prick! My fuck-pocket has never been this crammed!
"God, it's wonderful!"
Amy was transfixed as she saw her mother bow her back, shoving her ass deep in the mattress before lurching upward at Eddie's cock, impaling herself on the entire length of his king-sized prick. Within seconds, the older woman was gyrating beneath Eddie's driving prick, rotating in a practiced, expert fashion, emphasizing each deep-thrust of his huge fuckrod.
Eddie was staying in perfect rhythm with the mature woman. He would lunge downward when he felt her surge up at him, meeting her halfway and grinding his bristly haired cock patch against her big triangular gray silk pelt until she was deep in the mattress. As he quickly withdrew his massive prick, she was rolling her ass from side to side, enjoying the feel of his huge cockhead sucking out of her grasping pussy.
As the pace of their fucking increased, Amy inched closer to the bed, almost in a trance-like fashion. Her gaze remained glued to the lusty action taking place between her mother and her husband. Shock had long since vanished, leaving her senses tingling in arousal as her pulse thumped wildly and her tits throbbed passionately. She felt her own pussy dampen, and without really being aware of it, her right hand was parting the folds of her robe and she was tracing her fingers up and down her slime slick cunt.
Amy now had a close-up view as her mother suddenly stiffened and began quivering from head to toe. Mable hugged Eddie tight down against her heaving tits and stuck her tonguetip deep in his ear.
"Oh, what a great fuck!" Mable wailed. "Aaaahhhh, you stud, keep fucking your wonderful cock all the way into my guts! Ooooohhhh!"
Amy witnessed her mother's nerve-jarring orgasm while her own cunt churned as it sucked in two of her stiffened fingers. Amy groaned with pleasure as she finger-fucked her pussy without taking her eyes away from the horny sight of her husband fucking her mother's convulsing pussy.
"Here it comes, Mable!" Eddie warned with a deep growl. "I've got a big load ready to wash out your cunt!"
Amy rested one foot up on the foot of the mattress, positioning herself better to cram her fingers furiously in and out of her dripping pussy. She was directly behind her husband's manly ass as she saw him tremble, his firm, smallish asscheeks shaking as his hot come blasted out of his big balls. His lusty scream signaled the eruption of his thick wad as he fucked his pulsating prick a final time hard into Mable's spread pussy meat. Mable bellowed another shrieking cry of pleasure as Eddie's tremendous cock discharged his searing come.
Amy worked her fingers all the way into her gaping cunt, moaning as her pussy juices flowed from her fuck-canal and her clit twitched violently. She saw her husband fall heavily on top of Mable, his body jerking and spasming while his man-cream shot into her sucking cunt.
Finally, Eddie rolled away, leaving Mable gasping for air and moaning in the afterglow of sensational ecstasy. Amy ignored the flicker of jealousy that sparked inside her and concentrated on finger-fucking herself to her own glorious orgasm. Besides, she convinced herself, sharing Eddie with her mother wasn't so bad. She owed her own mother at least that much, she decided as she worked herself to a thundering climax.
It was then, just as her shuddering orgasm tripped, that Mable and Eddie noticed Amy for the first time. Spasms rippled throughout her quaking cunt and Amy shrieked.
She gazed smugly at her mother's lewd grin, then winked. "I guess this was your idea of how to save my marriage?" she asked in a throaty whisper. She took her leg off the mattress and stood beside the bed. She glanced at her husband. "Are you going to tell me that Mother seduced you away from Clara?"
Eddie appraised his wife with an amused smirk. "Why don't you stop trying to figure things out and do something useful?" he said, bracing himself up on the mattress beside Mable with an elbow.
"Any suggestions?" Amy retorted, leveling a cool glare on her husband.
"Sure," he snapped. He reached over and teased Mable's nipples with his fingertips. "Show us how much you love us by sucking my come out of your mother's cunt."
"Oh, what a marvelous idea, darling," Mable cooed. She spread her thighs invitingly and leered at her daughter.
Amy continued to gaze at them for several seconds with a hands-on-hips stance, then slowly smiled. She shrugged. "Maybe that's the least I can do," she said climbing onto the bed.
"Good girl," Eddie said as Amy eased between Mable's spread thighs and gently kissed her mother's wet pussy.
She licked over the slick, silky surface of Mable's quivering pink pussy tissues, slurping at her glistening cuntmeat, tasting an intoxicating mixture of womanly nectar and salty come. When she tongued Mable's huge clit, the older woman shuddered and involuntarily clamped her meaty thighs around Amy's head, locking her face against her twitching pussy.
Her mother's guttural groans of ecstasy encouraged Amy to drill her tongue deep into Mable's drenched passage, flicking her way through the yielding, syrupy flesh of her inner pussy cavern.
"Right back where you started from, dear," she heard Mable chuckle, placing her hands gently on Amy's head, pressuring her face slightly harder into her churning cunt.
Passion and desire heated Amy's senses as she tongued and sucked rich gobs of Eddie's jism out of Mable's pussy channel. She buried her nose against Mable's quivering clit and noisily slurped the hot juices from the older woman's trembling fuckhole.
At that moment, Amy growled with renewed passion as she felt her husband's enormous cockhead probe up and down her asscrack. A fresh wave of excitement shuddered through her as she realized Eddie was about to plunge his huge prick into her puckered asshole. She wiggled her ass up and down, delighting in the way his hot, spongy fuck-knob slicked between her asscheeks, searching for her contracting shitter. She lapped hungrily at her mother's dripping cunt, eagerly anticipating Eddie's penetration of her tight asshole. Her pussy juices boiled in the depths of her spasming pussy canal, her cunt muscles flexing against an imaginary cock.
Then in the most pleasant surprise of the day, Eddie suddenly rubbed his cockhead over Amy's tiny shitter and continued downward until his engorged fuck-knob drilled directly into her unsuspecting pussy. Amy yelped happily as his cock hammered hard into her cunt, stroking nonstop all the way, stretching her delicate cunt walls and piercing the tender pink flesh of her inner pussy.
The force of Eddie's fuck-stroke secured Amy's doggie-style position and rammed her face even harder against her mother's seething cunt. She buried her hot, darting tongue as deep as possible inside Mable's trembling pussy and bellowed another guttural cry of passion.
"We're going to make it work out for both of us, Amy," Eddie said, his words stammering between grunts and groans as he fucked his massive prick in and out of his wife's cunt. "With Mable's and Clara's help, we can't miss."
She managed to hear his words even as her mother's creamy thighs squeezed tighter around her head. Sensations raced through her body, sending waves of ecstasy gushing over her nerves as her mind and heart sang in the happy knowledge that Eddie was right.
After all, strong marriages usually became stronger when forced to endure some rocky times, she thought as her body trembled and she felt Eddie's cock leap inside her convulsing pussy. She groaned contentedly as her husband's jizz shot into her cunt just as her mother's pussy juice splashed in a fierce tide into her sucking mouth.
Amy allowed her ecstasy to carry her toward a floating peace. She smiled and sighed amid her surrounding warmth and security.