Lorraine Lovelace kissed her husband goodbye and watched him walk down to the car. He was a handsome guy, looking every bit the rising young executive in his well tailored business suit and carrying his attache case.
She sighed.
Trevor was going to be out of town for two days, on a business trip. It would be the first time that they had been separated since they wed and Lorraine knew she was going to miss him.
Especially his prick.
She sighed.
She was already getting horny.
She had expected Trevor to fuck her ass off before he left but, for some reason, he hadn't seemed interested. That in itself was unusual, since they almost always had a morning sex session before they got out of bed.
Well, his mind was probably on his work, she figured. It must be an important trip.
And she was the sort of nymphomaniac who could go through the day without some cock.
The night was going to be frustrating, though.
Lorraine hated to sleep alone.
She toyed fleetingly with the thought that since she had the house to herself, she might go out to some bar where the Lovelaces were not known and pick up some total stranger, bringing him home for some action.
But she dismissed that naughty idea.
Lorraine was a faithful wife and she had never cheated on Trevor, and she wasn't going to start now, just because she had the night to herself.
Her nipples were standing stiff and swollen in her sexy negligee. Her pussy was steaming and spilling lots of juice down her inner thighs.
She decided to take the immediate pressure off by giving herself a good fingerfucking.
She felt a bit sheepish about that.
With her handsome, large-cocked husband always ready to service her, Lorraine hadn't needed to resort to a handjob in a long time.
Still, she had always enjoyed playing with her pussy as a teenager, and getting her rocks off by frigging herself to a froth would relieve the frustration.
She went back to the bedroom.
Glancing out the window, she happened to notice Jenny Madison, the raven-haired woman who lived next door, getting in her car and driving off.
Lorraine thought nothing of it.
She stripped her nightie off and stood in front of the full-length looking glass, admiring her curvy body. Lorraine had curly blonde hair, big blue eyes and a wide, sensual slash of a mouth-the sort of mouth that made men think automatically of getting blowjobs.
Her tits were melon-shaped, standing firmly without need of any support.
Her cunt mound was a tangle of golden curls on her lower belly.
She dipped at the knees and parted her legs so that she could see her cunt in the mirror.
That pussy needed attention badly, that much was more than evident, she saw, grinning impishly.
She played with her tits, kneading the mounds and tweaking the tips. She was still looking at the mirror. Her own reflection excited her.
Lorraine liked soft, curvy, female forms. She wasn't a lesbian, of course, being a happily married young lady, but she had fooled around with a few of the girls at her boarding school and enjoyed it.
She hadn't even thought about those naughty affairs recently, but now, feeling herself up, she was reminded of what fun it was to touch and fondle and caress with another like-minded girl.
She turned slowly, looking at her naked body from all angles. Her ass was high and hard and round, her legs long and lithe, her belly gently rounded.
She bent over with her back to the mirror. Looking over her shoulder, she spread the cheeks of her ass apart with her hands, opening the crack and revealing the pungent little bud of her tight asshole.
She bent farther and gazed at her gooey cunt-gash from behind, then she turned to a full frontal position again. She lifted her tits in her cupped hands and lowered her head, blonde hair tumbling over the slopes of her tits.
Her tongue flicked out, tapping at the swollen pink tips of her tits. Then she began to suck on her nipples, switching back and forth.
She liked nursing on her own nipples.
She wished that she was limber enough to double up and suck her cunt, as well.
But she knew she couldn't do that. She had tried, and she had fallen frustratingly short.
Luckily, that failed attempt had been made at boarding school and her friendly roommate, who had been trying to help by pushing Lorraine's head down and pulling her ass up, had taken over and given Lorraine the cunt-lapping she had been unable to give herself.
Naturally, one good turn deserved another.
Recalling those happy days, Lorraine wondered if making it with another woman would be considered infidelity, as it would be with another man.
But it was a moot point, she knew-or thought she knew-because she didn't know any local girls or women she might approach without feeling embarrassment.
Now she ran her hands up and down her flanks, stroked her inner thighs, then started to work on her sizzling hot cunt with both hands.
She pushed her belly out and up, still looking in the mirror as she frigged away. She was fingerfucking herself with one hand, stabbing all four fingers up into her cunthole knuckles-deep, bunched together in a cock-shaped bundle. With her other hand, she strummed her clit.
She worked slowly, enjoying it and wanting to make the pleasure last for a while.
Cumming was the best part of a frig off-or of any sexual act, for that matter-but it was nice to linger over the build-up.
She fingered her asshole a little, for variety's sake. She brought her hand up to her lips and licked her fingers, then sucked on them as if she were blowing a cock. The taste of her pussy juice thrilled her.
She couldn't hold back much longer. She set to work on her cunt with both hands again, moving faster, working toward a conclusion.
Her clit began to pulse steadily and her pussy got wetter.
She moaned and panted, her eyes still glued to the mirror, loving to see her own horny cunt start to melt.
Her clit went off like a blasting cap, setting off another explosion in the core of her cunt.
Waves of pleasure laced through her loins and shot up her trembling thighs like a high voltage electric current, making her shudder.
Her nipples swelled even more, as if those rosy nipples were echoing the sensations she felt in her clit.
Her ass jerked and twisted, and her supple hips moved in a fucking motion as the waves of ecstasy came higher and faster, blending into one tidal crest.
She surged to the peak.
Cunt cum poured from her pussy in a deluge, thick and frothy as a malted milk.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed, her hot body vibrating as she clung to the crest, prolonging the joy.
She frigged herself through the gently descending spirals, making sure that she had worked off every sweet spasm and milked out every gooey drop.
She held her cunt cupped in her hands for a while when her cumming was completed. Then she brought her hands up to her chin.
She lapped at her own cunt-cum from her palms, then she sucked her slimy fingers as if they were pricks.
She felt a bit less frustrated now that she had gotten her rocks off.
But she still wasn't really satisfied, because a handjob was never a real substitute for a fuck or a suck. She played with the idea of doing it again. But she knew that the results would be the same-a fleeting sense of relief, followed by another rising level or horniness.
She needed something to take her mind off her neglected pussy, Lorraine figured.
The thought of spending the whole day alone at home, dissatisfied and thinking about having to sleep alone at the end of the day, was making the sexy housewife glum and morose.
She thought about going next door for a chat with Jenny Madison-then she remembered that she had seen that woman drive off.
Lorraine considered and decided that she would go for a drive, herself. She could stop for lunch at some pleasant country inn and spend the day out of the house.
It seemed a good idea.
It proved to be a fateful decision....
CHAPTER TWO
Lorraine got her little sports car out of the garage and headed out of town on the highway, intending to turn off onto country roads after a while.
She had driven a few miles when she saw a hitchhiker standing beside the road, with his thumb hooked up in the classic posture.
He was a tall young man, and she couldn't fail to notice the way that the front of his tight jeans bulged out with the outline of a heavy meat rack.
She didn't stop, although she was tempted. Her pussy was still simmering and juicing in her panties as she squirmed in the bucket seat, and Lorraine knew it would be asking for trouble to pick the young guy up.
She didn't want to take a chance on having her will power fail and being untrue to Trevor.
She motored on and, coming to a wayside motel, she decided to stop for a cup of coffee. She pulled in and got out of her car, then stopped, looking puzzled.
Trevor's car was parked in front of one of the motel units!
She checked the license plates to make sure. It was a total mystery to her. Trevor had told her he would leave his car at the station and take the train. What the hell was the car doing here?
She looked in the coffee shop, but there was no sign of him there.
Lorraine was starting to become suspicious.
Curious and a bit concerned, she went back to his car, then moved up to the window of the adjacent motel room. The blinds were drawn, but not completely, and there was a gap she could look through.
She did.
She gasped.
Trevor was stretched out on top of the bed, stark naked, with his large prick looming like a lighthouse over his loins!
Since Lorraine was feeling randy, anyhow, the sight of his hard prick excited her.
But why was he in the motel room, sporting a hard-on? What the fuck was going on?
Just then the bathroom door opened.
Jenny Madison stepped out!
Jenny was also naked.
Now the obvious truth struck Lorraine like a thunderbolt. Her husband and the raven-haired woman from next door were having an affair! Trevor hadn't gone on a business trip at all. He and that wretched hussy were going to spend two naughty days shacked up!
Lorraine was furious.
Should she walk in on them and confront them? Should she demand a divorce? Should she tell Jenny's husband all about it?
Lorraine just stood there, feeling angry and jealous-and fascinated, as well.
Lorraine decided to spy on them, gathering the evidence, so that, if and when she accused her husband, she would know all the juicy details and he would be unable to deny it or to make up some feeble excuse.
Jenny came over to the bed, heavy tits jiggling, wide hips swinging provocatively. Her nipples were swollen, big as bullets. Her cunt-muff was a midnight dark jungle and her open cunt was flowing like a swampy river.
She curled up beside Trevor.
"I'm looking forward to this," Jenny purred.
"Me, too," he grunted.
"I'm glad that you could get away, honey. I mean, fucking in the car is okay, but it's real swell to have you in a bed."
Lorraine moaned when she heard that, realizing that her husband and the dark-haired doxy must have been fucking together for some time.
Lorraine was getting madder and madder. Her outrage was a lot stronger than her hurt or jealousy.
The lousy bastard! she thought, in a fury. No wonder he hadn't screwed her before he left the house! The swine was saving up all of his spunk for another woman!
Lorraine trembled as she peered through the window, feeling stunned and frozen in place, unable to act.
Jenny leaned over and ran the tip of her tongue over the head of Trevor's cock.
"Ummmmmm!" she sighed.
A glob of pre-cum dribbled from his pisshole. Her lapper spooned it up.
"Yummy," she whispered.
"Suck it, baby!" Trevor gasped.
"I might," she replied, teasingly, dancing her tongue on the greasy tip of his cock. "Do I suck better than your wife?"
"Yeah-you're the best cocksucker I ever met!" the faithless fellow croaked.
Those words did nothing for Lorraine's good humor, to be sure! She was seething with jealousy and anger-and she was getting hotter, as well. Playing the peeper was really turning her on.
"If you drink my first load, I'll last longer when I screw you," Trevor promised.
"Ummmmm-that's a good idea," the dark-haired home-wrecker whimpered. "I always love a drink from your dong-and a lovely, long fuck."
She ducked down and began to tongue his swollen balls, then she sucked on the solid sac. She purred as the nutty goodness made her tastebuds tingle.
"Yeah-lick it, Jenny!" Trevor hissed, humping his hips up and down.
The wanton woman began to run her adulterous tongue up and down the underside of his thick cockshaft, slurping along the raised seam of his dark, fat, pulsating ventral vein with steady tongue-strokes.
Preliminary spunk spilled from his cockhead and ran down the shaft. She lapped it up greedily.
"Your cum is scrumptious, darling," she moaned as she let it wash around in her mouth, savoring the flavor. Then her throat worked as she swallowed.
She licked more pre-come off his pisshole.
Her nimble pink tongue wound and swirled and laved on the flushed purple slab of his cockhead.
The sights and the sounds of that slurping were making Lorraine's mouth water in envy. Her tongue was getting as excited as her clit.
Trevor's seepage was oozing out, thick as condensed milk. Jenny gathered up a tongueful, then slid her tongue out to show him how his jizz was filming her tongue--and giving Trevor's wife a look, as well--although Jenny knew nothing about that.
"Suck my cock, baby! My nuts are ready to blow! Milk my meat, Jenny!" Trevor groaned.
Jenny licked the tip some more, then took that bulging cock between her lips and started to suck.
"Feed me, Trevor! Jizz me! Use my fucking mouth for a cum bucket!"
He began to fuck up and down, fucking into her face as her head bobbed up and down.
Saliva, mixed with thick threads of pre-cum, spilled down his cockshaft. Then she moved her head down and sucked it back up.
The sounds of cocksucking were driving Lorraine crazy. Her lust was so overwhelming now that it was consuming her, leaving no room in her emotions for her righteous anger.
As much as it pained her, she had to admit that she was looking forward to seeing her faithless spouse pump his spunk into Jenny's mouth!
"Cum-cum-cum-" Jenny panted.
"Gonna shoot, baby! Get ready to swallow-ahhh! You sweet cum sucker!" he croaked.
Those were terms of endearment to Jenny and she began to bob her head up and down faster, hungry for Trevor's hot, thick load.
His balls exploded savagely.
His cock rippled as the jizz came spurting up through the hollow core.
The slime hit Jenny's throat so loudly that Lorraine thought she could hear it splash!
Jenny kept on ducking down and pulling up as Trevor hosed her mouth lavishly. Jizz shot down her throat as her head sank down, then cum bathed her tongue as she drew up.
Jenny was gulping the goo down voraciously, but there was more jizz than she could swallow. Jizz spilled from her lips and trickled down her chin. Strands of slime ran onto his balls.
"Ummmm-I love it! More! More!" the wanton cum-drinker gurgled as she gargled the goo.
Her belly was already so full that she could feel the spunk sloshing around inside her, yet still she was begging for more.
Trevor fed her a final squirt and slumped back.
Jenny kept on bobbing up and down, making sure that she had milked out every succulent glob of jizz.
His balls had gone slack now, empty-but his cock stayed fat and firm.
There was plenty more action in Trevor's prick and Jenny was eager for it.
And Lorraine wasn't going anywhere....
CHAPTER THREE
Lorraine was so hot that she felt like frigging her fuckhole off as she watched, but it would be embarrassing if anyone found her peeking in the window, let alone with her hands on her cunt.
She left her pussy simmering away untouched as her eyes drank in the sweet torment of the scene in the motel room.
Jenny milked out a final gooey glob and polished Trevor's prickhead to a luster.
When she drew her lips away, his cockhead was glistening like a wet purple gemstone.
She groveled in his groin, using her tongue to gather up the stray cum drops that had escaped her lips and run down his prick.
Then she knelt and threw one meaty, shapely thigh across him, straddling his chest.
Trevor looked up with a gleam in his eye.
Jenny began to mop his face with her cunt-muff.
Trevor grabbed her by the solid cheeks of her ass, pulling her pussy down, plastering the creamy slot against his avid maw.
His tongue snaked in, flicking at her swollen clit, then dipping into her cunt-hole. He was rooting in her pussy with relish.
What tantalizing agony it was for Lorraine to watch her husband eating out another woman's cunt when her own neglected cunt was so desperate!
Jenny's big, firm ass moved from side to side as she pumped her belly up and down, giving the man a facial with her fuckhole.
He kneaded her asscheeks, then slid his hands up to fondle her heavy tits as they swung above him.
Jenny wriggled and squirmed with the pleasure of his pussy-eating, shoving her cunt down as if she was trying to get his face buried to the ears in her pussy.
Trevor moaned and panted, the sounds muffled in her wet pussy. He was eating her cunt with total enthusiasm, French kissing her foamy fuckhole.
Jenny splayed her fingers over her lower tummy and opened her cuntlips wider, so that her lover could lap out all the intricate inner folds and creases, tonguing into every nook and cranny of her pussy.
Then she slid back.
Trevor craned his neck, his tongue darting out for a last slurp as she withdrew her tasty cunt from his face and began to squirm down his torso.
Her cunt was leaving a slug trail as she rubbed it against his chest and belly.
She squirmed down and straddled his hips. His long prick stood rampant, looking arrogant, nudging into the crack of her ass as she wriggled against it.
Her thighs rippled and tensed as she slowly pulled up. His cock slithered through the cleft between her assglobes, then snapped into her crotch.
She perched there, balanced gracefully on the end of his towering cock.
Lorraine had a perfect view of the action. Jenny could not have presented a clearer vista had she deliberately been putting on a sex show for an audience.
Trevor's wife could see his cockhead flaring in the black-haired beauty's pussy and her coral-pink cuntlips were sucking on the flushed slab of his cock.
Cunt juice trickled down his thick prick and bathed his balls.
Lorraine licked her lips.
She was furious with Jenny, certainly-yet she could not help but think that the woman's juicy cunt looked delectable. It reminded Lorraine of her naughty days at boarding school.
She had never expected to have any cunt lapping urges now that she was married, but the sight was making her seethe and tingle. She was drooling and her tongue felt as if it were sizzling in her saliva.
Jenny swayed atop Trevor's long cock, holding only the tip in her pussy for a while.
Then she pushed her pussy down, taking it up her cunt tunnel inch by inch.
Trevor humped, and the rest of his prick rammed up into her pussy. Her cuntlips were plastered to the hairy hilt of his cock, and her clit flared at the base. Her ass was cushioned on his bloated nuts.
She squatted there, hunkered down on his cock, hung up on his meat hook of a prick.
Then she began to ride him, pulling her cunt up to his cock-knob and dropping back to his balls.
Trevor fell into the rhythm with Jenny, humping up as she slid down, driving his cock all the way up into her steamy, swampy pussy.
His cock hissed in, and her cunthole squished and sucked as she pulled up.
The sound effects were thrilling Lorraine almost as much as the sight!
Lorraine's tongue and nipples and clit were all swollen and surging with equal arousal. She thought that her eyeballs were going to melt in the heat of that vision that they were registering in her mind.
The scene was turning her on so much that she almost didn't mind that her rotten husband was cheating on her. It was hard to resent something that was giving her such a voyeur's thrill.
Jenny was fucking faster now, dancing on his cock, galloping on his groin. Her ass swung in a wanton waltz, and her hips pumped rapidly. She bounced up and down as if doing the bunny hop on his cock. Then her hips jerked as she did the twist.
She squirmed and screwed down, grinding her gooey cunt around, adding a twisting torque to the straight in-and-out friction.
"Cum, darling! Fuck my cunt!" she moaned.
Trevor grunted and stabbed up savagely. As his fat cock stuffed her pussy to the brim, he began pumping lots of her cunt cream out.
His cockshaft pulled out, glistening with her cunt-slime, and his balls were so drenched that they looked as if they had sprung a leak.
"Here it cums!" Trevor howled.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Jizz me, baby!" the raven-haired slut wailed in anticipation.
He fucked in violently.
His cock blasted jizz into her melting cunt in a torrent.
Wailing with ecstasy, Jenny rode on the saddle of his loins as he fed her geyser after geyser of hot, thick fuckjuice, spraying her pussy steadily.
They fucked each other through the climactic spasms. He drained off as Jenny melted in a prolonged cumming.
Finished, Trevor sank back, grinning and panting heavily.
Jenny rode on for another minute, making sure she had emptied his nuts as she milked her own cumming to the dregs, stroking slowly in the glowing aftermath.
She settled down and held all of his cock buried up her cunt. They snuggled in mutual contentment.
After a while she dismounted, pulling her pussy up and off his cock. His cockhead popped out like a cork from a bottle of bubbly vintage.
His prick swayed, turning rubbery now that he had shot off twice. The meat was all lathered with cunt cum and creamy ropes of jizz.
Her vacated pussy stayed open wide, retaining the shape of the cock that had stretched it out. More cunt-goo and cock spume spilled from her pussy.
Jenny wiggled up and slipped her cunt onto Trevor's face again. He sucked and slurped, using his tongue like a paddle, then like a spoon.
Then she slid away and twisted around, taking his semi-stiff prick into her mouth and nursing on his slime-soaked cock for a moment.
She polished his cock-knob, her lips smiling around the fat slab of prick. Then she twisted back up and he took her into his arms.
They embraced lovingly.
They kissed, lips brushing lightly. Their passion was sated for the moment and it was a kiss of affection and mutual tenderness, as if they were each showing their gratitude for the pleasure they had shared.
That gentle, tender, loving kiss made Lorraine feel more dismayed than the sucking and fucking had. Lorraine could understand horniness and physical needs and desires. She didn't approve of adultery, but it was the sort of thing that could easily happen in the heat of the moment. But seeing her husband locked in this loving cuddle was a different matter.
She couldn't bear to watch any longer.
She turned away and went back to her car. She sat behind the wheel, brooding, wondering what she should do about the situation.
Should she confront them?
Should she pretend that she did not know and hope the affair would soon end?
Was she more hurt or more angry?
Then she started to smile wickedly, recalling something she had once heard. Don't get mad, she thought.
Get even!
CHAPTER FOUR
Lorraine was angry, but she was also aroused and she drove back the way she had come, but traveling a lot faster now.
As she had hoped, the tall young hitchhiker had not gotten a ride yet and he was still standing beside the road. She was heading the wrong way now and she passed him, then braked and did a U-turn.
She pulled her sports car up beside him.
He looked a bit confused, having just seen the lovely blonde go past in the other direction, but he grinned and got in the passenger seat.
Lorraine was not used to picking up men; but she was hot with anger and horniness and she didn't hesitate for a moment.
She looked him slowly up and down.
"On your way to visit your girlfriend?" she asked, giving him a sloe-eyed smile.
"Errrr-yeah. How did you know?" he asked, looking pleasantly puzzled.
"Well, you must be taking that big bulge in your jeans somewhere," she replied.
He stammered and blushed.
Lorraine reached down and placed her open hand on his swollen groin, feeling around.
"Ooooooh! Your girlfriend is a lucky lady!" she purred. "You got a whopper-"
"Oh, jeez!" he croaked. "What are you, lady? Some kind of cockteaser?"
"Not at all," she answered, with a very meaningful gleam in her cobalt-blue eyes.
She rubbed his cock through the denim, feeling it stiffen and elongate.
He leaned back in the bucket seat and moaned. He was bewildered and uncertain, but a young man with a hard-on was not about to protest.
"What's your name, young man?"
"Ralph," he muttered.
"I'm Lorraine Lovelace," she said, pronouncing every syllable very distinctly. Since this was going to be an act of revenge, she wanted the boy to know just who she was. "Mrs. Trevor Lovelace."
"You're married?"
"Um-hum. But it don't matter."
"What-what do you want, lady, uh, Lorraine?" the handsome young stranger croaked.
Lorraine thought for a moment. She was dying to get screwed, but that wasn't possible in the small, open sports car, at least with any comfort and freedom of movement and, besides, her mouth was every bit as hot and horny as her pussy was right now.
"I want to suck your prick."
Ralph gasped and his jaw dropped. He was sure that she must be a temptress, a cockteaser. He didn't believe he could be so lucky.
There was more chance of winning the lottery than getting picked up by a beautiful blonde who wanted to give him a blowjob!
"Hummmm? Shall I suck your cock, Ralph? Would you like to cum in my mouth?"
Lorraine was really getting into the mood. She licked her lips suggestively, then parted her mouth, forming a facial fuckhole.
His cock vibrated against her hand, bucking, as if it was going to rip right through the tight denim of his jeans, getting so hot that it felt as if it might simply melt its way through the material.
"Boy, I hope you mean it!" he moaned.
He had lost all interest in hitchhiking to his girlfriend's house. She wasn't nearly as sexy as this woman, and he always had to beg and wheedle her before she would even jack him off or let him have a feel of bare tit or a grope of groin through her panties.
Lorraine looked around. It was kind of risky to blow the boy in an open car on the side of the road. But then she figured, so fucking what? If anyone saw them, she didn't give a shit.
"Oh, yes, I mean it," she huskily intoned. "I'm hungry for teenaged prick, honey. I'm hot for a drink out of your sweet young cock."
She could feel a slippery seepage soaking through his jeans as his pisshole spilled out pre-cum. It was time to take his prick out, obviously.
Lorraine sure didn't want the horny youth to cream prematurely in his jeans!
She leaned over his lap.
"Just relax and enjoy it," she sighed.
She unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the waistband, then she drew his zipper down slowly, inch by teasing inch.
His fly gaped open wide. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his massive prick came jolting out like a shock absorber.
Lorraine gazed hungrily at the meaty feast, inhaling the gamy fragrance of hot cock and balls, whetting her appetite with that tantalizing scent.
Ralph held his breath. He wasn't going to believe this until it happened.
"If you write my name on any toilet walls, make sure you spell it right." She giggled, and she repeated it very slowly, "Lorraine Lovelace."
"Don't tease me, Lorraine!" Ralph moaned, humping his desperate prick up.
The big, flushed knob of his cock was all coated with preliminary goo. It was so thick that it looked as if a marshmallow had melted on his cockhead.
Lorraine rubbed her nose against his cock-knob, sniffing and snuffling as she breathed in the odor of his groin.
Then she ducked down and began to lap his balls.
Ralph breathed a sigh of relief, when he realized that it was really going to occur....
Lorraine was hot to swallow his teenage juice, but still she was in no hurry for that treat. She wanted to savor the meat course for a long time, before she gulped down the gooey dessert.
She tongued his bloated balls, purring as the nutty flavor tantalized her tongue.
She felt his spunk load shift within in a turgid tide and knew that she was in for a hearty drink. Her lips parted and sucked on his balls and he yelped. It felt as if she was going to suck his jizz right through the skin of his balls.
She burrowed lower and snuffled around in his groin, licking underneath his balls. She wanted to soil and degrade herself as a form of vengeance, to act as depraved and as degenerate as she could.
She would have sucked out the boy's asshole, if it hadn't been too awkward in the car.
Jizz was seeping heavily down his cock now, and Lorraine didn't dare linger much longer, fearing that his wad might suddenly spurt off in the air.
She licked up his stalk, then fitted her parted lips to the underside and pulled them up and down, playing his prick like a mouth organ.
She felt deliciously depraved.
Cheating on her husband was such a thrill that she was almost glad that she had caught him being unfaithful, so that she felt justified.
"Like it, Ralph?" she purred.
"Oh, jeez, Lorraine! Yeah!" he moaned.
"I'll give you my phone number, later, and if my husband answers-"
"Hang up?" he guessed.
"No, baby, tell him why you phoned." She giggled.
This was a really weird woman, Ralph thought, but he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
She tooted the flute for a while, dragging her lips up and down where the fat vein was pulsing. Cum pooled in the corner of her mouth and her tongue flicked out to lap it up. She swallowed some.
Lorraine hadn't blown a teenaged boy since she was a teenager, herself. She had almost forgotten how yummy hot young spunk was.
She turned her radiant face down over his cock and began to lave the tip. Her tongue washed all over the bulging slab, then slurped into his gaping pisshole, gathering pearly goo as it oozed out.
So her husband thought that Jenny Madison gave better head than she did, huh?
She was proving that a lie.
She kissed the slimy end of his cock and flicked her tongue all over it. Her saliva was pouring down his shaft, mixed with pre-cum.
"Call me a cocksucker!" she moaned.
He hesitated. But if that was what she wanted, how could he refuse her?
"Cocksucker!" he gasped.
"Ummmmm-ready to feed me?" she whispered.
"Ahhhhh! Drink my jizz!" he enthused.
And Lorraine began to suck for her reward....
CHAPTER FIVE
Her lips parted and pushed down as she collared the head of his smoking-hot cock.
She nursed voraciously on his cock-knob.
Lorraine loved to suck cock, adoring the taste and the texture, the aroma and the pulsation and the heat of that delectable mouthful.
And her pleasure was enhanced by a wicked sense of revenge on her faithless spouse.
Her cheeks sank in as she sucked and puffed out as she blew down his shaft.
Her lips peeled outwards on his shaft just below the cockhead she was sucking.
Slobber streamed down his cock, as if steaming on the blazing hot meat. She was whimpering with cocksucker joy and the young hitchhiker was groaning as the sweet sensations of her mouthing registered in his cock and balls.
She whispered on his cockhead, her words muffled and muted on his meat.
"Fuck my mouth, baby! Use my fucking mouth for a cunthole!" she panted.
He put a hand behind her blonde head and gently urged her down. She went willingly, swallowing half of his long prick into her maw.
He humped up from the bucket seat, driving his cock in as her head ducked down.
"Oh, sweet shit! You're gonna suck my cock right off!" the youth moaned. "You got a mouth like a fucking sump pump, Lorraine! Ahhhhh! You're pulling my fucking asshole into my nuts!"
She smiled around his cock-knob, delighted to know that he was enjoying her mouth so much. It had piqued her to hear her husband compare her unfavorably to his black-haired mistress and the injured wife was determined to give the best head she knew how.
Pre-cum spilled onto her tongue.
She lashed her tongue back and forth on the base of his cock and more goo oozed onto it.
Her head turned, blonde tresses tumbling over his crotch as she twisted the socket of her lips around on his cockhead.
"Ummmmm! Ummmmm! Ummmmm!" she moaned.
He began to stab in deeper, and Lorraine took more prick lustfully. Two thirds of the long cock sank into her mouth, skimming over her tongue.
Then she gulped down and took it all.
Her chin was brushing against his balls. Her lips were glued to the hilt of his cockshaft. Her nose was snuffling in his pubic hair.
He drew out to the knob and she sucked every precious inch, then he rammed in again.
"Unghhhh!" she gagged as the flaring hot cock sank back into her throat, going in so deep that he seemed to be fucking her voice box.
She sighed as he pulled out.
His hand was still on the back of her golden head, but there was no need to push or coax or guide her, she was deep-throating him willingly.
Her mouth was filling up with slime. It splashed her cheeks and sloshed over her teeth and gums and bathed her tingling tongue.
His teenaged juice was sweet, as thick as molasses in the heat of her mouth.
He had already fed her as much as a good many men would when they got their rocks off, yet she still had that magic moment ahead of her.
But she knew that it wouldn't be long because his cock was jumping and jolting.
"Whitewash my throat, baby!" she urged.
Then she sputtered, as he clogged her gullet with his cockhead.
"Slime me, Ralph, darling! Spunk! Ulppphhhhhh-in my mouth! Paint my tonsils-glubbbbb-with cream!"
She was pleading, her words choked off by wet gurgles each time he rammed down her gullet.
"Gonna shoot in your mouth!" he panted.
"Oooooh, yeah! Yeah! Jizz me! Feed me your steaming fuckjuice, darling!"
His cock swelled so enormously that his cock-knob was pressing into both of her cheeks at the same time, stuffing her so much that she looked like a chipmunk with a pouchful of nuts.
Her lips were stretched wide as she swallowed down to the root of his cock, gorging with glee.
His balls erupted volcanically, and the lusty lava came spurting up his stalk.
His first creamy gusher poured right down her throat, warming her belly. He shot off a second squirt as he jerked back, hosing her tongue.
Her head went up and down frantically, taking a load in her mouth, then another in her throat. He was feeding her plentifully, his young cock becoming like a cornucopia filled with cum.
That was the beauty of blowing young boys, Lorraine thought-they gave a girl an awful lot to drink.
Ralph kept cumming endlessly. It was like bringing in an oil well, she thought, as she milked away greedily on his cock, getting gusher after gusher of that crude carnal oil.
At last he began to flag.
Lorraine ducked up and down a bit longer, then pulled up until only his cockhead was in her mouth, collared by her lips.
She folded her fist around his cock-stalk and frigged out a few last drops by pumping up and down, as if squeezing the jizzy paste from the tube of his cock.
Then she used her tongue to lap up the slime that had run down his prick and soaked his balls.
When she was certain that she had it all, she lifted her head, smiling with a cum drinker's pleasure, her chin dripping with shards of spunk.
"Was that nice, honey?" she asked.
"It was great!" he moaned.
"Am I a good cocksucker?" she coaxed him, thinking of how Trevor had told Jenny that she was better.
"The best, Lorraine!" Ralph wheezed.
He was slumped back in the bucket seat, looking pole-axed by his titanic climax.
Lorraine gazed down at his groin.
He was obviously a very virile and potent young man, but he had shot so much spunk off in that single cumming that his balls looked as if they had collapsed, and his lovely cock was bending down, rubbery and slack.
The youth was evidently done for now.
Lorraine delicately wiped her gooey lips, then neatly tucked his prick away and zippered him up.
"Shall I drive you to your girlfriend's house, now?" she asked.
"Ain't no sense in it, now that my prick ain't hard no more," he grunted.
Lorraine was happy that she had satisfied him so completely, although she wouldn't have minded blowing him a second time.
And her cunt was an inferno, too.
She turned the car around and drove back, dropping Ralph off at his girlfriend's house on the way. She got a pad and pencil out of the glove compartment and wrote down her name and telephone number for Ralph.
Her husband had cheated more than once, and Lorraine was thinking that it might be very satisfying to suck off young Ralph once or twice a week.
He got out of the car and went up the walkway, his legs wobbling and shaking.
She sat there for a few minutes, thinking.
The residue of Ralph's jizz lingered on her tongue, thrilling her.
But her pussy had been sadly neglected.
And her revenge was not complete, either. Sure, she had given head to a total young stranger, but Trevor was going to be sucking and fucking with Jenny for two whole days-and he had been getting off with her for some time in the past, as well.
If Lorraine was going to get even with her faithless husband, she was going to have to do a lot more than just suck a single prick.
And she wanted her vengeance to be known, too. She wanted to fuck guys who knew her husband, taking enormous satisfaction in cuckolding him with mutual acquaintances and friends.
She thought that she might start with Jenny Madison's husband. That seemed a most appropriate sort of revenge-and Burt Madison was a good-looking guy, to boot.
With her pussy sizzling and spilling goo out into the bucket seat, Lorraine started the car and drove back toward town.
She was still angry with Trevor, and blowing the hitchhiker had left her hornier than ever.
But she didn't get back to town right away.
Along the road, she came upon a fascinating sight.
It was just the sort of scene that Lorraine, in her present mood, was looking for....
CHAPTER SIX
Three brawny workmen, stripped to their waists, were digging in the gully that ran beside the road, evidently looking for a ruptured pipe or cable.
It had rained recently and they were coated with mud and sweat, their muscular torsos and arms rippling with sinew.
Lorraine slowed, then stopped.
She gazed at their muscular bodies as they labored in the mire.
Her cunt juiced heavily. If a woman was going to disgrace herself and debase herself to get vengeance on a cheating husband, what would be more appropriate than getting gang-banged in the mud; rutting around like a swine in the muck of the earth?
Did she dare?
Hell yes!
Lorraine got out of the car.
Vince, Gus and Clyde were cursing and grunting as they shoveled away, tossing the mud out of the ditch that they had created, making little progress as the moist soil kept spilling back in.
All three were rough, hard-drinking men who boasted about their sexual prowess--but unfortunately they had dowdy, frumpish wives who had habitual headaches when the question of sex arose.
None of them had been laid in a month.
Naturally, they were intrigued when the gorgeous blonde got out of her sports car, giving them a flash of her upper thigh.
She approached them.
They all leaned on their shovels and wondered what on earth she wanted. It had to be that she was lost and looking for directions or something. They were not optimistic enough to suppose anything much more interesting than the mundane.
She came right up and stood on the edge of the ditch in which they stood.
"Hi, guys," she chirped.
They nodded politely and deferentially, feeling a bit uncomfortable when confronted by this high-tone lady.
"I'm Lorraine."
She smiled as, one by one, they introduced themselves.
Since she was standing well above their level, they could look right up her skirt, catching a tantalizing glimpse of her panty-clad crotch.
"Mind if I play in your puddle?" She giggled.
They looked incredulous.
"I haven't made mud pies since I was a kid," she stated. "I want to take all my clothes off and wallow around in the guck."
They all gulped and blinked, then they began to grin, starting to understand that this was the sort of thing that a road worker dreams of, yet never, ever, expects to really happen.
They nodded eagerly.
She slid gracefully down into the ditch and, without further ado, she began to remove her clothing, smiling enticingly and wriggling as she stripped.
This was one kinky lady!
The guys at the beer bar or the bowling alley were never gonna believe it.
Naked, Lorraine knelt down, scooping up handfuls of mud and plastering the stuff on her belly and tits. Then she began to roll in it.
Their muck-soiled pants began to bulge at the crotch.
She lay on her back, grinning, her gorgeous body all smeared with wet mud.
"Why don't you join me?" she suggested. "We can play in the mud together."
The workmen sprang to the invitation, dropping their pants. All three had solid, meaty pricks jutting out like the tools of their trade.
"C'mon, don't be shy! Play with me!" she urged, her voice getting husky.
The three bemused but delighted workmen dropped down beside her and they all began to frolic. They slapped mud on her ass and tits, and she rubbed the muck into their cocks and balls.
Vince made a mud pie and slapped it into her crotch, working it around.
Lorraine rolled over and drew her knees up under her, hiking her ass up.
"Somebody fuck me!" she gasped.
Vince slid in behind her first, arching back and shoving his cock out.
"Fuck me like a pig!" she moaned.
He rammed his cock into her cunt, sinking all the way in on the first thrust.
He held it up her pussy, and she snuffled and snorted, her head down in the mire, rutting around like a swine.
Lorraine felt deliciously dirty-both physically and emotionally, as she wallowed in that filthy pit.
Vince began to throw the prick to her with short, sharp, surging fuck-strokes.
Her lovely ass swiveled as she screwed her pussy down on his cock.
Gus and Clyde knelt on either side of the curvy girl, rubbing their soiled cocks against her hips and tits and then against her cheeks.
Lorraine hesitated, hot to suck but seeing how those meaty cocks were coated with mud. But then a trickle of pre-cum streamed out of Clyde's pisshole, running through the viscous muck.
She delicately tongued it up, licking his spunk into her mouth without getting more than the merest hint of the taste of mud.
Then she licked Gus' cock-knob, not wanting to show any favoritism.
Vince banged in and her pussy was getting hotter as her cunt-juice mixed with the mud. Cunt-cum streamed down her thighs.
He yelped and shot a jet of jizz into her cunt. It felt as thick as the mud.
Lorraine snorted and grunted, playing the pig, savoring the swinish sex.
He rammed in, heaving her ass up and jamming her pretty face deeper into the mire. He finished with a grunt. She was still creaming on his cock, and he still had a stiff prick, and he would have liked to fuck her again, without even pulling out.
But two other guys were eagerly awaiting a crack at the delectable blonde.
Reluctantly, Vince drew his cock out.
Cunt cum, jizz and mud poured from her pussy, turning her groin to a morass.
Gus got into position behind her ass.
But Lorraine wanted some variety out of this gang-bang, and she twisted over, belly up.
He mounted her in the missionary position-although it was scarcely the sort of situation that most missionaries might have envisioned.
She spread her legs open and arched her supple back, tilting her cunt up to the angle of mating.
Gus ground into her groin.
She wrapped her legs around him, hooking her knees around him and drumming her heels on his hard ass.
He fucked into her with underslung strokes, his balls dragging through the mud. Then he hiked up and fucked down from above, shoving her ass into the mire.
She undulated and squirmed and whimpered.
She had still been cumming when Vince had pulled out of her pussy, so she was still cumming on Gus' cock, in the sweet throes of a multiple orgasm.
His prick fucked in, and her sodden pussy bubbled over. The muck turned creamy under her churning ass as her juice flowed out.
She pumped sinuously as Gus rammed it to her with savage strokes.
Gus surged to a crest and threw his head back, howling like a wolf baying at the moon.
His fiery fuckjuice gushed into her cunt, and Lorraine wailed with joy, her pussy melting on his meat again.
He sprayed off, draining his cumbags in a series of spurts. He slumped, panting, as she continued to wriggle her pussy on his cock.
Gus' cock stayed hard, like Vince's, their rough virility inspired by this blonde bombshell.
He, too, would have loved to throw another fuck into the delectable woman.
But Clyde was hopping around like a puppet on a string, his prick feeling so hot that the mud that coated it was oozing and running down onto his balls.
Gus sighed and yanked his cock out of her against the clinging suction of her cunt.
More goo dribbled from her pussy as she turned toward the third workman.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lorraine got a handful of Clyde's cock and, using it like a lever, she cranked him down on his back in the steaming pit.
She was thinking about how Jenny Madison had squatted on Trevor's prick as she slung one knee across and straddled his loins.
She mopped her muddy cunt-muff around on the head of his looming prick, her ass moving from side to side.
Then she slid down and stuffed her steaming cunt with the road worker's cock.
She hunkered down, holding it all in.
And, as she paused before beginning to ride, she noticed an interesting thing.
Both Vince and Gus still had nice fat erections. She had been reluctant to suck cock before, when his prick had been slathered with much.
But now those cocks were glistening, her sodden cunt having absorbed all of the mud.
Swaying around, transfixed on Clyde's rampant prick, she reached out and got a set of balls in each hand, tugging both men closer.
They shoved their cocks at her face.
Lorraine took a slug on Vice's prickhead, then took a gulp on Gus' fat cock-knob.
She began to pull her pussy up and down on Clyde's cock very slowly, wanting to make this third screwing last. She turned her radiant face from one side to the other, taking a deep suck on one big prick, then mouthing the other throbbing cock.
They humped, fucking her mouth in turn, happy to be sharing her facial fuckhole.
Her pussy tugged on Clyde's cock as she pulled it to the bulging end, then squished, as she sank back down toward his balls.
Her blonde head nodded and her trim ass bounced as she pleasured herself at both ends.
Vince and Gus exchanged a glance of awe as, together, they discovered that this lovely lady had a mouth like a cunt, swallowing down, engulfing them in turn.
There was mud smeared on her chin.
Pre-cum began to dribble into it.
She didn't know which prick was seeping. Maybe they both were. Her face turned from one to the other. Then she grabbed their cocks at the base and pulled both of the tasty pricks into her mouth, stretching her lips wide to encompass them.
Lorraine began to inhale on that double dose of delicious cock as if she was trying to suck them right down into her heaving lungs.
Their slippery cockheads rubbed against each other as both men fucked into her face steadily.
More gooey pre-cum teased her tongue, and the cock-hungry housewife sucked with vigor, yearning for those big, solid balls to empty their sweet sap up through the meaty hoses and into her mouth.
"Shoot off, boys! C'mon, give it to me--goo in my mouth, gang!" she gurgled as both cocks skimmed over her fluttering tongue.
Their cocks sank in from opposite sides, their pricks like crossed swords at a military wedding.
Lorraine was slow-fucking on Clyde's cock, not wanting him to cum up her cunt until the other two were sliming in her mouth and throat.
Clyde was humping up, bouncing her slim, curvy body against his pelvis, making her tits jiggle and bobble saucily.
Slippery with mud, they slid together as her head twisted around. With a prick in her mouth from both sides, Lorraine was unable to swallow down on either prick, and she was working only on the knobs and about a third of each cockshaft as they jammed in and pulled out, alternating for a while, then stabbing in together.
One of the face fuckers shot off.
Lorraine never knew which of those two pricks creamed her maw first.
She was gulping down succulent sap from one of those cocks greedily. Then the other prick began to spray her cheeks, and she was caught in a cummy crossfire.
She drank down the double dose of cum and began to pound her pussy on Clyde's big cock.
Clyde growled, like some beast groveling in the muck, and his jizz jetted up into the core of the woman's seething pussy.
Gus and Vince fucked her mouth as if it were a cunt, and her cunt sucked on Clyde's prick just like her mouth.
Gus groaned and staggered back.
His spent cock snaked from her drooling, spunk-soaked lips and flopped down.
He collapsed in the muddy gully, panting.
Vince fed her another spurt of jizz and then he, too, wobbled away. The man had gone cross-eyed and slack-mouthed with his dynamic cumming.
He dropped into the mire, wriggling around like a fish out of water.
Lorraine tossed her head back and let the last of the jizz trickle down her throat as she pumped away and milked Clyde off with her pussy.
When he stopped heaving up and down, she settled onto his cock and slumped over him for a moment. Like the other two, Clyde was good for more than one shot, and his prick stayed fat and firm inside her.
Insatiable in her search for revenge on her erring husband, Lorraine dragged her cunt off Clyde's cock and dismounted from his loins.
She bobbed down and swallowed his cunt-flavored cock into her maw.
She sucked, and he began to hump again, plowing up into her head just as he had so recently been pumping into her pussy.
Lorraine's prolonged cumming hadn't quite ended yet and, with his cock stuck in her face, she swiveled around.
She threw a knee across his head and slapped her slime-flooded pussy down on his face.
She finished off her foaming climax in Clyde's mouth as he fucked into her throat and her magic mouth brought him surging to another crest.
Lorraine drank his fuckjuice hungrily as she fed him an equally lavish load from her cunt, as if the cum she was gulping down was rushing straight through her curvaceous body and pouring back out from the other end of her wriggling torso.
Clyde's prick went limp in her mouth, and now he lay inert in the mud puddle.
Lorraine rolled off him, smiling.
"Thanks, guys," she chirped happily.
They stared at her with haunted eyes, hardly able to believe what had happened.
Lorraine got up and gathered her clothing. She was caked and coated with mud and didn't want to put her clothing back on, so she went back to her sports car as she was, naked and dripping with mud, the brown goo streaked with creamy cock spume.
She drove home.
Her car was low slung and the top was down and quite a few motorists got a thrill as she passed them on the road, smiling happily with smug satisfaction.
Lorraine drove straight into the garage, not giving any nosy neighbors a chance to see the state she had come home in.
She ran a bath and wallowed in it, glowing with a well-fucked radiance, scrubbing the mud from her lovely body caressingly, as she recalled all the naughty things that had happened so far.
Was it enough?
Was her revenge complete?
Well, maybe.
But there was one element lacking, she was thinking. None of the men she had sucked and fucked knew her husband. It seemed important to her that someone acquainted with Trevor should be aware of the fact that his wife had cheated on him.
Bathed and perfumed, she contemplated the situation, not sure if she really wanted to carry on with her vendetta or if the debt had already been squared.
Hearing a car drive up, she went to the window.
Burt Madison, Jenny's handsome husband, had just pulled into the driveway next door.
Lorraine watched the tall man get out of his automobile and go on into the house, wondering if Burt had any idea that his raven-haired wife was having an affair.
Lorraine wasn't going to tell him.
But she might screw him.
She was having a hard time deciding. Had the punishment fit the crime yet, or not? Did her unfaithful husband deserve more than she had already served out?
On a sudden impulse, she went to the telephone. She figured that Trevor and Jenny had probably booked into the motel under assumed names, but she had remembered the number of the unit they were in.
She dialed the motel and asked for their room.
Trevor answered, his voice sounding wary.
Lorraine said nothing, listening.
Sure enough, in the background, she could hear the unmistakable sounds of a cock being sucked. Jenny Madison was going down on Trevor as he answered the phone, no doubt about it.
Glub-slurp-glug-came those sounds transmitted over the telephone wires.
Trevor began to pant, then he groaned, and Lorraine knew he was cumming in another woman's mouth.
It was enough to make up her mind.
She replaced the telephone in its cradle, without saying anything. In her mind's eye, there was a graphic image of Trevor's prick hosing Jenny's maw.
Further revenge was certainly justified:
Lorraine put on a low-cut, high-hemmed dress, without wearing any panties or bra.
And she went next door....
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hi, Burt. Is Jenny home?" Lorraine asked when he opened the door.
He eyed her appreciatively, as she had supposed he would, as she smiled upon him bewitchingly.
"No, she's gone to spend a couple days at her sister's home," Burt replied.
So he didn't know! That home-wrecker was deceiving her husband as well.
Lorraine figured that Burt, too, needed to get some revenge, even if he had no idea that he had been wronged.
Burt looked uncertain, as if he wasn't sure he should invite the sexy neighbor into the house because of his wife's absence. But Lorraine stood there expectantly and, after a moment, he asked her in and offered her a drink.
"So you're a bachelor for two days, huh?" she said, sipping her drink, moving her lips sensuously on the rim of the glass.
"Yeah," he said, smiling diffidently.
"Trevor is away, too," Lorraine told him, with a hidden significance, a hint of suggestion, in her tone of voice.
"I get lonely, on my own," she added.
He nodded in agreement.
"I'm used to getting laid at least once a day-it's real frustrating," she said, bold and brazen as could be, making the man blush faintly.
He seemed to be avoiding her gaze. His nervousness and embarrassment amused Lorraine. It made this seduction more of a challenge for her.
"I imagine that you do, too, huh? I suppose you'll be beating your meat, with Jenny away."
Burt blushed more intensely, but now he held her gaze as he began to realize where this was leading.
"Maybe we could do each other a favor, Burt. What do you think?" she purred. "I-I don't think-"
"Don't you want to screw me, Burt?" she asked, with wide-eyed astonishment and disbelief.
"Gee, Lorraine-sure, I'd like to. I mean, any guy would be nuts, if he didn't want to go to bed with a lovely girl like you."
"Well, then?" she chirped.
"But it wouldn't be right. I never cheat on Jenny-and Trevor is my friend, too, and I wouldn't feel right about it."
His reluctance made Lorraine all the more determined to seduce him.
Also, despite his avowal of fidelity, she could see that the front of his pants was starting to bulge with a well-hung cock. She stared openly at his groin.
"How about a blowjob, then?" she whispered.
Burt groaned. The lump in his loins began to writhe as if he had a boa constrictor stuffed down his pants. The outline of his a huge prick showed clearly.
But, to her amazement, Burt grimaced and shook his head.
"It would be wrong," he gasped.
She taunted him, parting her lips, showing him how her sexy mouth could turn into a fuckhole. But he seemed to have a willpower of steel.
He offered her another drink.
"Sure," she said in a sultry tone. "I'll have a drink, Burt-a drink from your dick."
"A blowjob is cheating, just as much as fucking is," he reasoned. "I'm sorry, Lorraine. But I just couldn't face Jenny-or Trevor-if we did that."
Lorraine was getting pissed.
She was tempted to tell him that Jenny and Trevor were in bed together at that very moment. But she hated to blow the whistle, and she also figured that a man like this might not respond, as she had, by determining to get even with his unfaithful spouse in kind.
"So I can't tempt you, huh?" she sighed.
"Oh, you're sure as hell tempting me, honey-but I just don't think we should. Sorry," he mumbled.
She wondered if he was sorry for disappointing her, or sorry that his outmoded morality was denying him the pleasure of fucking and sucking with her.
Lorraine almost stormed out in annoyance.
Then she had another naughty idea.
"Isn't there anything we could do that would be fun, without really cheating?" she asked.
He eyed her balefully, his resolve weakening as his cock got harder.
"Fucking my cunt or cumming in my mouth is cheating, I guess. What about my ass, Burt?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
Burt gulped.
"Buttfucking ain't adultery, is it?" she asked.
Burt, who had never butt-fucked anyone in his life, had no idea. But his prick was pounding so savagely by this time that he was ready to rationalize this situation as best he could.
"I-I guess not," he croaked.
Lorraine took those uncertain words as agreement and her seductive smile got wider. Taking it up the ass seemed kind of sordid to her, and that made it more thrilling for her.
The more she debased and depraved herself with other men, the sweeter her revenge would be.
She put her glass down, and stood up, starting to strip for action.
Burt watched her luscious curves emerge, and he began to tremble violently at the prospect of sodomizing the sexy blonde.
Too, he could always maintain with total honesty that he had never screwed another woman since his marriage, as long as his questioner did not get specific as to what actually constituted screwing.
Naked, Lorraine spun slowly, letting him admire her front, rear and profile.
He whipped his own clothing off in a frenzy, buttons popping off, zipper snagging.
When she saw how huge his prick was, Lorraine grinned happily, knowing that it would feel great to have that meaty reamer stuffing her ass.
His cock was massive-yet it wasn't any larger than her husband's formidable cock.
Lorraine knew she could get it in her ass.
She knelt on the floor, then twisted around and dropped to all fours, her ass toward Burt. She wriggled that trim bottom enticingly.
Burt dropped to his knees behind her. He put his open hands on the firm cheeks of her ass and pried them apart, exposing the tiny little puckered bud of her shitter.
He stared at it hesitantly.
How was his gigantic cockhead ever going to wedge into that narrow little shit socket? he wondered. It didn't seem possible.
Yet Lorraine had no qualms, and he supposed that she knew more about it than he did-that her asshole had been explored in the past.
He had never realized that the next-door neighbor was such a wanton slut.
She squirmed and her ass-ring loosened, the little slot fluttering open.
"Wet my shitter, Burt. Get it ready for your reamer with your tongue, darling," she purred.
He paused. Was that how it was done? He didn't make a habit of kissing women other than his wife-but he guessed that licking her asshole could not really be termed kissing, after all.
Holding her asscheeks spread open, he ran his lapper up the musky cleft, then dipped it into her steamy little asshole and whisked it around.
The tart, tangy flavor made his tastebuds tingle and his mouth salivate.
He stabbed his tongue up her shithole and sucked at the tasty brown ring, drooling heavily, getting her shitter all wet with his slobber.
Lorraine shoved her solid ass back into his face and moaned with the pleasure of being rimmed out. His tongue felt lovely in her ass, and she knew damned well that his cock would feel even better.
"Give it to me!" she squealed. "I'm hot for an assful of prick, Burt, baby!"
He thrust his loins out. He humped. His hard-on was angled upward as he slid it up and down in the crack of her ass, as if he was honing it on a grindstone.
The knob and stalk of his cock skimmed across her asshole.
"Put it in me! Shove it up me!" the blonde wailed impatiently.
Burt hiked his own ass up and his iron-hard cock angled into her shitter ring. He nudged the tip gently into that tight little slot.
"Ummmm!" she sighed, feeling the meaty slab flare in her bunghole.
He stared down, gawking, still wondering how in hell his huge hammer-headed prick was going to slide up into that tiny socket.
Only the tip was seated, and now some preliminary goo seeped out, further lubricating her ass-ring. A ribbon of the creamy stuff ran down the cleft and into her groin, mixing with the flow that came from her fuckhole.
Her ass-ring rippled, starting to suck on the end of his cock, pulling it into the opening with a gentle pressure. That tight slot was working on his cock like a mouth, as if she was going to swallow him in from the wrong end of her digestive tract.
"C'mon, baby! Stuff my ass!" she begged.
He felt a moment of shame, thinking of his innocent wife who was visiting her sister.
But his shame was overwhelmed by his lust.
He grabbed her by the hipbones, tugging her ass back as he pushed his prick into her shitter.
Lorraine groped back between her kneeling thighs and fondled his balls.
Burt shoved steadily.
The buttfucking began....
CHAPTER NINE
Her pliable shitter opened, unfurling around the tip of his slimy cockhead.
He shoved, and his cock-knob sank in.
Her asshole gripped his prickshaft just behind the flaring hunk of his cock-knob.
Burt looked down at the coupling. He saw that it was certainly possible now. His cockhead was the largest part of his prick and if that fat slab would fit, the rest of his cock could follow.
He began to inch in slowly.
He was being gentle and tender, not wanting to hurt her and, more to the point, not wanting to take a chance on skinning his prick in that tiny tunnel.
But Lorraine knew what she wanted. She shoved her ass back hard, taking more of his cock in.
It hurt just a little, but that faint tingle of pain only emphasized the pleasure.
He fed her a third of his prick, then half. He paused. The lower part of his thick cock jutted out between them like a tubular bridge spanning the gap between his bloated balls and the blonde's bowels.
She played with his dangling balls and fingered around the coupling. Her head was down on the carpet, her ass hiked up to the highest point of her posture.
Burt braced his knees, tensed his thighs, then tightened his own hard asscheeks. He lunged and buried his huge prick balls-deep into Lorraine's back passage.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned, loving it.
His cockhead was sizzling in her bowels.
It felt as if a hot baked potato had been shoved up her ass.
His steely cock was prying and levering like a crowbar up her shit chute. Her inner rings rippled with a frigging motion on the hard rod of his prick.
He held his cock buried to the hilt, his flat belly pressed tight to the curves of her round ass.
Lorraine began the action first.
She tugged her shitter up and down on a few inches of cock.
Burt joined in the rhythm, thrusting out as she shoved her ass back.
He fed her short fuck-strokes, only pulling a few inches out, then he began to give it to her with longer, rippling fuck-thrusts. He drew his cock out until only the knob was in her asshole, then he stuffed it all back in.
Lorraine almost thought that he was going to spike her through and through on that long cock-transfixing her so that she thought his cockhead was coming out of her mouth!
She knew that the cock-knob was going in so deep that it must be sloshing around in the bellyful of jizz that she had swallowed out of four previous cocks on this eventful and memorable day of reckoning.
He jolted in and yanked out.
Her asshole clung to him, sucking greedily. Her asshole was constricting around his prick as it emerged, so that it seemed as if he was pulling her shit slot inside out.
"Ahhhh-yeah! Yeah, baby! Pack the fudge!" the blonde wailed.
His balls bashed into her groin as he buried his bone up her bottom. She fondled his solid balls, rubbing them.
Her cunt was creaming on his nuts.
Burt grunted and groaned, gasped and panted, awed by the way her shit chute was sucking on his cock. He had turned down her offer of a blowjob, yet it felt just like he was getting one.
His cock surged up her guts and her asshole slurped juicily as he dragged it back out.
Her pussy was against his balls and she begged for him to cream her bowels.
"Gimme a cum enema, Burt!" she pleaded.
He rammed in savagely, hiking her ass up, wedging and levering and prying into that tight shit socket with vim and vigor.
"Gonna shoot, Lorraine!" he babbled.
His balls fucked into her cunt slot and his cock jolted as the jizz jetted through it.
His steaming spunk spurted into her bowels, turning them to creamed caramel consistency.
He whipped in and out, his belly slapping against her ass, draining off in steady squirts.
He slumped, clinging to her haunches and breathing heavily in the aftermath, feeling as if he had spilled all off his vitality into her ass.
Lorraine could feel his slime sloshing around in her belly, mixing with all the jizz that she had swallowed recently.
She continued to move her asshole up and down on his immobile cock and work his balls into her creaming cunt for awhile, finishing her own cumming.
"That was swell!" she sighed.
But Burt was ashamed and guilty again, now that he had gotten his rocks off.
If buttfucking wasn't really infidelity, it had to be the next thing to it.
He began to pull his prick out, as it had gone in, inch by slow inch.
Her ass was still sucking, holding his cock with a firm suction. He yanked back to his cock-knob and that fat slab stuck fast in her shitter.
Burt began to panic. What if they were unable to uncouple, like mating dogs tied together? What if they were still stuck together when his wife got home! Would someone have to throw a bucket of cold water over them before they could pull apart?
But then her ass-ring loosened and his cockhead popped out like a cork from a bottle.
Jizz poured out of her shithole and streamed down to join the flow from her pussy, turning the blonde woman's crotch to a swamp.
Burt flopped over backwards, trembling. His cock was swaying above him, no longer rock hard, but not soft, either, like a firm rubber hose.
Lorraine twisted around, grinning.
She didn't ask his permission now. She just dove down on his cock and began to suck with relish on that shithole-soiled cock.
"Ummm-ummm-ummm!" she purred.
Burt stared at her in dismay. How could a woman suck a prick that had just come out of her asshole?
He knew he should be disgusted.
But he was fascinated and his balls ballooned again as her blonde head bobbed up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel. Burt cried out and suddenly spurted another load of spunk into her throat.
She swallowed it happily.
Lorraine was delighted with the new twist that her vendetta had taken.
And poor Burt was filled with remorse for having been untrue to his darling wife.
Lorraine was satisfied now. She figured that she had done enough-and more-to call it quits with her erring husband. And it had been so much fun getting even with him that she no longer resented his cheating.
Leaving Burt looking hangdog and sheepish and guilty, she went back home.
The rest of the day was uneventful.
But when Lorraine went to bed that night, her resentment returned as she lay alone, knowing that her husband would be snuggled in the arms of her lover.
She played with her pussy, but creaming on her own hands wasn't satisfying.
She didn't even bother to cum.
Eventually she drifted off into slumber.
When she awoke in the morning, she was horny as hell, her lust having increased through the night.
Groggy with sleep, she reached out automatically, groping for Trevor's cock and balls. She frowned, patting the empty bed beside her.
Then she remembered!
A brand-new anger and jealousy raged in her as she thought about her husband waking up in bed with raven-haired Jenny Madison. They were probably at it already, she figured, fucking like crazed stoats.
They were no doubt feeding each other breakfast in bed that very moment!
Lorraine cupped her steaming cunt and began to work on it, but again she found that her own hands gave her only a mild pleasure.
Lorraine knew that she was going to have some more revenge again today.
She wondered whom she should fuck and suck with, wanting it to be someone who knew Trevor.
As she considered the possibilities, she heard a cheerful greeting coming from below.
"Mrs. Lovelace-I'm here!"
It was Lola Sanchez, the girl who came in to clean the house twice a week.
Lola knew Trevor, of course.
And Lorraine began to grin....
CHAPTER TEN
Lola looked into the bedroom.
She was a lovely girl with dark, flashing eyes and a mane of black hair in which she habitually wore a red flower. She had a wide, full-lipped mouth and slanted, almost Oriental eyes and high cheekbones.
Her body was bouncy and nubile, with big round tits and a solid butt and shapely legs.
"Still in bed, Mrs. Lovelace?" she said. "Do you want me to do the bedroom later?"
Lorraine threw the covers back, smiling, pretending that she was about to get up.
But then she lay back.
Her nipples were standing up like little pink rockets ready to be launched.
Her thighs were parted and her cunt-slot was streaming juice down her crotch like a swampy waterfall.
Lola blushed at the sight, embarrassed.
"I was just playing with myself," Lorraine said, giggling girlishly.
Lola blushed deeper, disconcerted.
Lola played with herself, of course, but it amazed her to hear the woman admit it so easily.
"Errrr, I-I better dust in here later," she stammered, unable to take her eyes off the blond lady's lush and sexually aroused body.
"I don't want you to dust today, honey," Lorraine told her in a husky voice. "I want you to do something special for me."
Lola waited, staring in fascination.
"I want you to mop," Lorraine said.
Lola looked puzzled. "Mop? Mop in the bedroom?"
It seemed a strange request. In all her time as a cleaning girl, no one had ever asked her to use a mop in a bedroom.
She looked down at the carpeted floor, then looked back and the blonde beauty spread out on the bed.
Lorraine gazed at her speculatively.
"I want you to use a very special mop, honey," she whispered softly.
Lola looked bewildered.
"I want you to mop my mouth with your cunt," Lorraine said.
Lola gasped.
Then she grinned.
A chore like that was no hardship!
"I-I never had a woman do me, Mrs. Lovelace," the flushed girl stammered.
Her hands were brushing the buttons of her blouse tentatively and she had begun to tremble. She knew that this woman wasn't a lesbian, since she was married, but she also knew that a girl didn't need to be a dyke in order to be a cuntlapper.
"But-I don't mind," Lola added quickly.
She had often wondered what it would be like to go to bed with a woman-and Lorraine Lovelace was a very lovely lady, to be sure.
Lola began to open her blouse.
Her fat tits loomed out, the nubs as swollen as Lorraine's tit-tips, flushed a rosy red.
Lorraine licked her lips.
Lola dropped her peasant skirt and squirmed her ass and hips out of her panties.
Lorraine saw that the crotchband of Lola's panties was soaking wet.
The fact that the sexy girl had never had head from a woman made the prospect all the more exciting for Lorraine. It would be like seducing a virgin.
And a virgin who knew that she was Trevor Lovelace's wife, to boot!
"You'll have to show me what to do, Mrs. Lovelace," the lovely girl whispered as she approached the bed, her lush hips swinging sensually.
Her cunt bush was jet black, a dark jungle spreading over her lower belly and below that hairy vee her cunt-slot was open and filled with cream.
"Call me Lorraine now, darling. You don't have to be formal, we're gonna be real good friends."
"I-I want to be," Lola murmured, lowering her long eyelashes demurely.
"I'll make you feel awful good, honey."
"I-I want to make you feel good, too, Mrs.-uh, Lorraine," the dark-eyed girl panted.
Although it was her first time, Lola had a good idea that cunt-lapping between normal females would be more fun if it was mutual.
She lay on the bed.
They embraced.
Lorraine kissed her, brushing her lips lightly at first, then with more passion.
"This is how I'll lick your cunt," she panted, stabbing her tongue out to demonstrate.
Lola sucked on Lorraine's lapper, then slid her own tongue out, in turn, wanting the blonde to know that she was game for licking cunt, as well.
They lay belly to belly, tit to tit, bush to bush, mouths locked, swapping tongues and saliva and panting into each other's hot mouth.
They rubbed their tits against each other and felt each other up, the novice girl as enthusiastic about it as the previously experienced lady.
Then Lorraine began to move down the teenager's ripe young body. She was hungry for her bushy cunt, but she wasn't going to rush things.
Since this was Lola's first lesbian lovemaking, Lorraine wanted to make it memorable, savoring the preliminaries before the foaming feast.
Lorraine wanted it for herself and she wanted it for the girl-and she wanted the sweet revenge that utter depravity would bring.
She licked Lola's tits, her tongue winding over the meaty tit-globes and up to the tips.
She nursed on those swollen nipples, switching back and forth from tit to tit.
Lola lay on her back and spread her thighs, arching and tilting her wet cunt up.
The girl was eager to have Lorraine munch her pussy both for the pleasure it would yield and also because she was hot for the second half of the cunt-diving, yearning for her first taste of pussy as much as she was for her first cuntful of female tongue.
Lorraine licked down her gently rounded belly and lapped and the tangled curls of her hairy vee.
Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the fuckhole fumes rising from Lola's loins.
She slipped between the girl's legs and gazed at her cunt like a hungry child looking in the window of a bakery full of cream buns.
But although she was starving for that sweet cunt, Lorraine was not about to rush things by diving in head first and feeding immediately.
She wanted a tart appetizer, for starters.
Holding Lola by her supple, nubile hips, she gently turned the lithe girl over.
Lola lay belly down, not at all sure what was going to happen, but hot to find out.
Lorraine spread the solid round cheeks of Lola's ass apart and licked at the girl's shitter.
"Holy cow! You're rimming my asshole!" Lola yelped. "Ooooh! Ooooh! Yes! Yes! It feels so good! Eat my ass, Lorraine! Suck my shitter!"
Lorraine rutted in that tart, tangy socket, snaking her tongue in as deep as it would while her lips pulled on the girl's ass ring.
She was French-kissing the girl's fudgy shit-slot with a fevered and flavorsome pleasure.
Lola bounced, on her knees, her meaty thighs rippling, jerking her ass against the blonde woman's face.
Lorraine licked and sucked with ardor.
"Suck ass! Ahhhh! Lick asshole!" Lola wailed, lust making her shudder.
Her whole body quivered, as if Lorraine's lapper were an electric plug stuck into her shit socket, filling her with high voltage.
"Ummm! Your shitter is yummy, sweet baby!" the wanton-mouthed housewife purred. "Your asshole is driving me crazy, Lola! My tongue is fucking melting!"
Lorraine adored that anal appetizer and would have gladly -rimmed and reamed it for ages. But the aroma pouring from Lola's groin was getting so pungent and cloying that she was afraid that the girl might cream at any moment.
And Lorraine sure as hell didn't want Lola's cunt to boil over before she had her mouth on it.
She took a last slug of shit-hole, then gently rolled the nubile teenager over onto her back again.
Lola jerked her knees up and spread her thighs as wide as she could, presenting her pussy like a steamed pudding on a hairy pie plate.
Lorraine inhaled the fiery fragrance, drooling and panting for that hot breakfast in bed.
Her husband might be eating cunt right now.
But Lorraine was not about to go hungry in that faithless man's absence, that was for sure!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lorraine licked down one lovely, long leg, sucked on Lola's wriggling toes for a moment, then licked up the inside of the other leg.
"Don't tease me. Tongue me!" Lola moaned, jerking her cunt up as if in offering.
Lorraine's breath wafted into the honey-thick cunt-slot and Lola's clit pulsed, standing out like a little post in a pool of quicksand.
She flicked her tongue against the swollen nub of her clit.
"Oooooh!" Lola wailed.
Lorraine moaned with cunt-lapping relish. She hadn't tasted pussy since her school days and had almost forgotten how lovely it was.
She used only her tongue at first, licking Lola's clit, lapping her cuntlips, spooning goo out of the girl's gaping cunt.
Her tongue flailed and churned and whisked as she tongue-fucked up the steamy slot.
Then she used her whole mouth, glued to Lola's fuck-slot, sucking as she tongued. She French-kissed the girl's cunt just as she had done to her asshole.
"Ahhhhh! Ooooohhh!" Lola squealed.
Her lush legs were locked around the blonde woman's head for a moment. Then she spread them wide again. She jerked her knees up to her tits, rolling her groin into Lorraine's face.
"Eat me deep!" she panted.
Lorraine had her face buried, getting into Lola's hot cunt as deep as she could, licking out all the inner creases as she sucked on the girl's clit.
Lola's pussy was scrumptious, and Lorraine was in a feeding frenzy, going suck crazy on the delicacy.
Her mouth filled with girl goo, Lorraine gulped it down and Lola fed her more of the sweet nectar.
Lorraine cupped Lola's ass in both hands, lifting her haunches higher.
Lorraine tilted her head back, as if Lola's cunt was a brimming goblet she was draining to the dregs.
"You suck cunt so good!" Lola babbled.
It was a labor of love for Lorraine and she quaffed away on Lola's hot pussy in a frenzy.
Lola whipped her pussy up and down, bathing Lorraine from her chin to her cheekbones, giving the hungry woman a fuck-hole facial.
"Cum-cum-cum!" she panted, the words muffled on Lola's pussy.
Lola's clit exploded.
Her cunt melted, and the girl's cunt-juice came flooding out, drenching Lorraine's tongue, bubbling past her lips, running down her throat.
"Ahhhh! Keep creamin', child! Feed me forever!" Lorraine moaned.
She sucked Lola up to the peak, then sucked her gently through the fading spasms. Her mouth was glued to her fuckhole by a paste of drool and cunt-cum. She spooned the goo out with her nimble tongue, then she sucked it out with her parted lips.
Lola lay back, drained, a dreamy smile on her contented face.
Lorraine kept on sucking to make sure that she had milked the maid dry.
Then she pulled her lips away with a slurp and used her nimble tongue to gather up the stray slime that had seeped down into Lola's ass-crack.
She raised her face, her jaw dripping.
They smiled at each other, and Lola began to lash her tongue around, showing Lorraine that she had not changed her mind-that she, too, wanted to eat cunt.
With her own pussy satisfied now, Lola was more hungry than ever for cunt, her tongue every bit as horny as her clit had been before.
It was time to muff-mop the maid.
"Sit on my face, Lorraine! Feed me from your fuckhole! Let me sink my tongue up your cunt and drink you off!" the enthusiastic love-child moaned.
Lorraine swooped down for a last slurp on Lola's wet muff, then began to move up, straddling the teenager's nubile, arched body.
She rubbed her blonde bush against Lola's raven-dark vee, then she squirmed up the girl's tummy, leaving a slug trail of cunt juice in the wake of her ass.
She squatted over Lola's fat tits, whipping her cunt onto them, her stiff clit brushing against Lola's enflamed nipples.
Lola tipped her head up, gazing down at the hot meal that was being delivered to her.
She had never plated a pussy, but even before she had taken a taste, the girl knew that it was something that she was going to adore.
Lorraine knelt over her upturned face.
Lola's tongue was dancing around even before it had made contact.
Suddenly, Lorraine plastered her cunt to Lola's mouth.
A gurgling sound came out of Lorraine's crotch as Lola began to feed in that bubbling grotto. It was even better than Lola had imagined! With the very first taste, she had become a confirmed cunt-lapper.
Lola held Lorraine by her trim ass and ground her face in Lorraine's groin.
"Eat, sweet baby! Suck me silly!" Lorraine moaned, switching her hips, her ass bouncing off the maid's tits as she jerked back.
She slid both hands down and spread her cunt slot open wider, as if she wanted to pull the pliable folds right down over Lola's head.
Lola was gobbling in as deep as she could get, drinking the juice even before it had bubbled out.
"Gonna cream you, kid!" Lorraine moaned.
"Yeah! Give it to me, Lorraine!" Lola whimpered, sucking and licking blissfully.
Lorraine's cunt seemed to dissolve, and Lola drank the girl goo down voraciously.
Lorraine started to dismount from the sweet saddle of the dark-haired girl's face, but Lola grabbed her by the ass again and tugged her back.
"I want more! I'm still hungry!" she moaned.
But Lorraine was hungry again, as well. Like Lola, her tongue and her pussy got hot by turns. She remembered how to take care of that from her boarding-school days, when she and her roommate had sixty-nine, satisfying both ends at once.
Without removing her cunt from Lola's mouth, she lifted one knee and twisted around, turning into the position of inverted lovemaking.
She dropped her face down into Lola's groin, and they began to feed on each other simultaneously.
They seemed to be sharing the very same thrill, as it raced between them like an electric current.
Lola's clit sparked on Lorraine's tongue. A split second later, Lorraine's clit surged against Lola's tongue.
They rolled onto their flanks, then Lola moved up on top, never for an instant losing contact.
Lola didn't know which end of her body was pleasured more by this mutual munching.
They began to cream together.
Lola gulped a mouthful out of Lorraine's pussy, and her own cunt melted at the same time, as if the cunt-cum she had drunk had poured straight through her body and seeped out at the other end.
They ate each other greedily, finishing at the same time, tonguing up the dregs.
They stayed locked in an inverted position for a while, then Lola twisted around and they lay together, stroking each other tenderly and kissing lovingly, sharing the taste of pussy on each other's tongue.
"I love sucking you," Lola purred.
"We can do it lots, baby," Lorraine promised.
"Can we do it more today?" Lola asked.
Lorraine grinned, amused by the enthusiasm of this novice cunt-lapper.
"Sure, honey," she agreed. "But it's too bad that we don't have some nice man or boy here to fuck our asses off, too."
Lorraine, not being a lesbian, always loved some stiff prick following a pussy eating session.
"Yeah! That would be great," Lola agreed, eager to prove her own heterosexuality now that she had demonstrated how versatile her desire was.
And, as fate would have it, at that moment the sound of the lawnmower came from the back yard.
Jock Slade, the young lad who did the gardening for the Lovelaces, had begun his labors.
Lorraine smiled happily.
There were more fertile gardens to be tended inside the house today, ruts to be sowed, furrows to be plowed, hot holes to be fertilized.
Jock knew her husband, too.
The day's revenge was beginning well. Lorraine went, naked, to the window....
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jock Slade had a hard-on.
He always got a hard-on as soon as he started to cut the grass. He supposed that it had something to do with the vibration of the lawnmower.
He glanced toward the garden shed, wondering if he should go in there and jack off to relieve the tension, as he had often done in the past.
Then he looked up toward the house, to make sure that no one was watching him, very much aware of how evident his large erection was to snooping eyes.
He gulped.
Mrs. Lovelace, the lovely blonde lady of the house, was standing at an upstairs window, smiling down at him-and she was stark naked!
She motioned for Jock to come in.
The boy grinned, hardly able to believe it. He rushed into the house by the back door and dashed up the stairs, his hard-on looming before him as he went.
He turned into the bedroom, then halted, startled, when he found Mrs. Lovelace and Lola Sanchez, the dark-haired cleaning girl, both naked together on the big bed, smiling at him and feeling each other up.
"Want to join us, Jock?" Lorraine invited.
"We ain't dykes," Lola put in. "We been sucking cunt together-but we like boys, too."
The naive young man didn't quite understand that, but he wasn't about to question.
He whipped his clothing off frantically and moved to the bed.
"Oooh! He's got a big one!" Lola chirped.
Jock's pisshole was gushing with pre-cum.
"Let's suck him off first," Lorraine suggested. "That way, he can last longer when he fucks us."
Lola agreed, and Jock thought that it was a wonderful suggestion.
Jock flopped down on the bed, twisting over onto his back, stabbing his cock up invitingly. If the young man was surprised to find out that these two sexy females were muff-divers, he was even more delighted to realize that they were also cock-suckers.
They leaned over him from opposite sides.
Lorraine took a lap on his slimy cock-knob.
Then she politely and considerately drew back and let the other girl take a slurp.
Lola laved the greasy prickhead enthusiastically. She was always fond of cockmeat and, for some reason, she found it even tastier now that her taste buds had been whetted by eating cunt.
Lorraine ducked down to suck his balls while Lola worked on his cock-knob, then they switched, using only their tongues at first. They licked up the slime as it poured from his pisshole.
He moaned. More spunk came oozing out.
Young Jock had lots of juice-which was just as well, since he had to ravenous cocksuckers to feed.
"Suck it, girls!" he groaned. "Suck and swallow my spunk, you sweet-mouthed sluts!"
Lorraine took the first slug on his cockhead, engulfing it in her mouth, inhaling softly.
Lola licked Lorraine's lips as they collared the boy's cockshaft.
A little frothy pre-cum spilled from Lorraine's mouth and Lola lapped it up from her chin.
Lorraine pulled away, then Lola sucked on Jock's giant cock for a while, then the blonde slid down and nursed and nuzzled on his balls.
Jock stared down in awe, watching those two enthusiastic heads working on his prick-one golden blonde, one black as pitch, both equally thrilling.
He began to hump, face-fucking them in turn as they alternated on his cock-knob.
It was like playing a game of musical chairs, he was thinking. Who got the goo?
He had already fed them both a lot of preliminary cum, his seepage heavy and hot, making them starve for the full dose in his surging cumbags.
Lorraine swallowed down on his prick, stuffing it all into her mouth.
He gasped. It felt as if she was sucking his asshole right up through his prick!
Then Lola gulped down to the root, in turn.
"Gonna cum! Gonna shoot!" Jock moaned.
His first spurt jetted out as they were transferring his cock from one mouth to the other. The thick geyser squirted high above the bed.
Lola turned her radiant face up and opened her mouth, letting the slime drop in.
Lorraine sucked on his cock-knob, getting his second spurt greedily, then she pulled off and let Lola take the fat prick into her mouth as he shot a third time.
They continued to trade places as the potent young man fed them his jizz.
His balls felt as if they had collapsed as they drained off, but his virile prick still stood rampant.
Both females had sizzling cunts again, now that their mouths had been satisfied.
"Can we fuck him now?" Lola panted.
Lorraine rolled onto her back and spread her hot loins open wide.
"Fuck me first, Jock," she urged. "Fuck me fast and hard, then fuck Lola nice and slow, while I lick around the edges of her pussy!"
Jock jumped on her eagerly, driving all of his cock up her cunthole with the first thrust.
Lorraine locked her legs around him and they began to fuck ferociously. His balls were swinging in and slapping against her ass.
Lola watched happily, enjoying the sights and the sounds of fucking and knowing that she, too, would soon be pleasured by his prick.
Jock groaned as he felt Lorraine's cunt sucking on his cock, just as her mouth had.
"Jizz me, baby!" she squealed as her cunt began to contract.
He fucked in savagely, hammering hard, as he rose towards the heights.
"Take my cum!" he gasped.
Fuckjuice began to squirt into her pussy in a torrent. He filled her cunt, and the goo came dribbling back out of her hairy hole as his prick stuffed it full. He shot as he rammed in, then shot again on the backstroke.
Finished, he dragged his cock out and rolled off her, stretching out on his back.
His cock had turned rubbery now.
Lola frowned, thinking that maybe life wouldn't be able to fuck her for a while. But the girl figured that she knew how to excite him, and to have some fun in the process, as well, now that she had learned of the joys of a bisexual affair.
Lorraine's legs were still spread and her vacated pussy was streaming with cunt cum and jizz, turning her groin to a swamp.
Lola dove in head first and started to suck all the sweet slime from that steamy sex socket.
"Ahhhhh!" she moaned, finding out that a guy's jizz was even more delicious when it came out of a tasty cunt.
Jock gaped, bewildered. He still didn't understand why these ultra-feminine, cock-loving girls would want to eat each other out.
But the sight sure stiffened his prick.
He knelt beside Lorraine and slid his cock into her mouth, letting her help the hardening process with some more sweet sucking.
His balls were filling up again. He could feel the hot tide running into them as he stabbed his cockhead right down Lorraine's throat.
She gulped and gagged, but took it gladly, then she sucked back up to his cock-knob.
Lola, with the lower half of her lovely face buried in Lorraine's cunt, looked up and saw that the boy's cock was hard as a rock again.
"Cream off, Lorraine! Feed me now! I'm hot to get that pecker up my cunt!" she panted.
Lorraine pulled her mouth off Jock's hot prick and concentrated on getting her rocks off in the girl's greedy mouth.
"Creamin', sweet baby!" she moaned.
Her cunt cum gushed out, damned near as plentifully as Jock's jizz had.
Jock leaned over and watched in awe as Lola drank the succulent sex syrup.
Lola sucked and swallowed and smiled.
"Eat, child-ohhh, shit! You got a mouth like a fucking vacuum cleaner!" Lorraine sighed, pleasing Lola with the compliment.
She thrashed about, spilling out her liquid lust in a creamy deluge.
Lola finished her snack and licked up the dregs.
She had relished the hot meal in those lunchbox loins and it had served the purpose, too, for Jock had a raging hard-on from watching.
Now it was Lola's turn to get laid....
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Sit on his prick, baby!" Lorraine panted, knowing that with Lola on top she would be best able to get her tongue involved in the action.
Jock dropped down on his back, and the raven-haired cleaning girl straddled his hips. With his balls pressed to her hairy black vee, his prick stood so tall that the knob was almost reaching the lower slopes of her jiggling tits.
She slid up as if she was climbing a pole. His cock-knob brushed against her jungly bush, then snapped back into her crotch.
She balanced on the end of his cock lithely, twisting her hips and ass and winding her wet socket around on Jock's flaring, throbbing prickhead.
Lorraine moved in belly-down behind them.
She was drooling at the sight, and the scent was tantalizing her tongue. With cock and cunt in conjunction, it was like a smorgasbord for a hot-mouthed woman.
She licked Jock's balls.
She ran her lapper softly up the underside of his cockshaft, along the seam of the ventral vein. Cunt juice streamed down his stalk and Lorraine lapped it up as her pliable tongue licked higher.
She licked Lola's cuntlips and stuffed her tongue into her fuckslot, laying it in there alongside of the boy's cockhead.
Then she shifted higher, licking up through the musky cleft between the young girl's round, hard asscheeks and sucking out her asshole hungrily.
"Ooooh! She's eating my ass!" Lola moaned, wanting Jock to know what was happening behind her.
His cock gave a jolt when he heard the news.
Mrs. Lovelace was a very naughty lady, he thought, and he was sure glad of it.
Lorraine went up and down, rimming out Lola's shithole, sucking Jock's balls, licking cockhead and cunt.
Lola began to push her pussy down on Jock's cock, filling her hole inch by inch.
She sank down to the hilt and held it buried while the blonde housewife whipped and danced her lapper all around the coupling.
The youngsters began to fuck slowly.
Lola rose and fell while Jock jumped his ass up from the bed, meeting her cunt as it came down.
Lorraine tilted her head and put her parted lips on the slimy underside of Jock's cockshaft, so that he was fucking through her mouth as he went in and out of Lola's hot gooey cunt.
Cockmeat slithered between Lorraine's lips and sank into Lola's cunt with a slurp.
Lorraine was going suck crazy on this double delight. Her mouth opened wide. She sucked Jock's bloated balls in greedily, feeling his next load of fuckjuice sloshing around within.
She jerked up and sucked out Lola's shit socket again, then got her face back into the girl's steamy groin for some more sucking around the rim.
She came up for air, watching the rutting, then dove back in to dine some more. It was like a Thanksgiving dinner spread out for her pleasure, and the wanton woman just couldn't get enough of it.
Jock and Lola fucked each other slowly up towards the creamy crest.
Lola began to cum and her juices gushed out around his cock.
Lorraine wolfed the goo up hungrily. The cunt cum kept pouring out, streaked with thick strands of jizz as Jock's pisshole oozed it out.
The boy howled as he peaked.
His balls seemed to explode against Lorraine's chin as his jizz squirted into Lola's cunt.
Lola rode up and down, shuddering, filled with jizz and joy.
Lola kept melting and Jock filled her cunt up with steady spurts of slime.
They fucked each other to the peak, then slowly fucked through the ebbing spasms.
Drained, his cock slipped from her pussy, bobbing about like a rubber hose.
Lorraine took his prick into her mouth and sucked all the cunt goodness and cum off the meat. Then she clamped her mouth onto Lola's flooded fuckhole and began to milk out every delicious drop of their combined cream.
Jock rolled over, feeling spent and content.
Lola jerked and churned about, rising to yet another crest as Lorraine mouthed her pussy so expertly. Lorraine drank the girl dry.
Lola, too, was finished for a while and she lay back, smiling with contentment.
With her mouth glutted again, Lorraine's pussy was boiling over, in turn.
She eyed Jock's cock, but that formidable prick had collapsed completely now, laying along his thigh like a basking snake on a log.
Lorraine moved up and sat on Lola's face, spreading her cunt open with her fingers and plastering it down on the girl's mouth.
Lola licked and sucked lazily.
She was quite happy to do Lorraine a lingual favor, but obviously her heart wasn't truly in it, now that she was so well fucked and sucked and content.
Lorraine mopped her muff around and soon creamed off heavily, even though the dark-haired vixen was only mouthing her perfunctorily.
Drained again, Lorraine dismounted.
Both kids were well satisfied, and Lorraine was wondering if she, too, had had enough.
She had been very, very naughty the last two days and she guessed that her revenge was complete. But she wasn't quite sure.
After all, her husband and his hussy were still in that motel room, she supposed. Were they still busily being unfaithful?
She decided to phone again and find out....
Trevor had fucked himself to a frazzle and his big cock had gone limp at last.
But Jenny Madison was insatiable.
He was giving her cunt a slow sucking session, belly-down between her thighs.
Then the phone rang.
Jenny reached out for it automatically. No one knew they were there and they had used false names when they had registered, so she guessed that it must be a wrong number, unless maybe the management was calling to complain about all the loud sounds of their fucking frenzy.
"Hello?"
There was no reply.
Jenny frowned. She could hear someone breathing.
Why, it must be an obscene phone call, she figured. Someone had no doubt dialed a number at random. However, because Jenny was a naughty lady, she grinned and decided to give the unknown caller a thrill.
Still holding the phone to her mouth, she began to pant heavily.
"That's it, darling! Ohhhhh, yes! Get your fucking tongue right up my fuckhole, baby! Eat deep! Ahhhhh! Suck my cunt till my eyeballs cave in!"
She heard the caller inhale sharply.
She moved the telephone down and held it close to her crotch, so that all the sounds of sucking and lapping could be clearly heard.
Trevor gurgled as he gulped in her gooey gash.
"Cummin', darling! Drink my cum juice!" the dark-haired woman wailed.
Trevor sucked and swallowed.
"Ahhhhh! Lovely! You give great head, baby. Why don't you stay right there and eat some more?"
Trevor, who still had a limp cock, sighed, then resumed feeding her insatiable fuckhole.
The unknown caller hung up.
Jenny replaced the telephone and spread out. She began to concentrate on cumming again, pleased at having given some obscene caller a kick.
How could she ever suspect that the caller had been Trevor's wife?
* * *
Lorraine Lovelace had decided that her revenge was not complete.
Hearing her husband eating pussy had filled her with anger and lust-in a sizzling combination. She wanted to get even with him by being as depraved and degenerate and sordid as she could possibly be, and she wanted to disgrace the man by doing those wicked things with people who knew her husband.
She grinned as she had a really wicked idea. It was almost more punishment than Trevor deserved, she thought.
But then she remembered all the sucking sounds she had heard over the telephone. She lifted the phone again.
She phoned Trevor's fraternal lodge....
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Trevor, a rising young executive and a highly respected member of the community, was a member of the Benevolent and Protective Order of Ungulates.
Half a dozen men were at the bar in the lodge when the phone rang and the barman answered it. There was a brief conversation and he hung up.
"Say, fellas, that was Trevor Lovelace's wife on the phone. Trevor's out of town and she wonders if a few of you can give her a hand? She didn't say what she needed done, but it's probably moving furniture or something, because she asked for young, strong guys-"
George, Tommy and Homer all answered that description, or thought that they did. And they were always happy to help out a fellow lodge member or his spouse, that being the nature of their fraternal organization.
"Sure, we'll go right over," George said.
And they were sure surprised when they found out that Trevor Lovelace's lady needed some specific work done-namely, getting her ashes hauled ...
* * *
Lorraine opened the door ... naked.
The men gasped and gulped and stared at her curvaceous body in amazement.
"Hi, guys," she chirped. "I'm glad that three of you came over, because I've got three hot holes that all need to be filled."
They hesitated for a moment.
It wasn't right to screw the wife of a brother of their lodge, and they knew that for sure.
It was wrong as could be.
Then they all grinned and walked in....
Lola and Jock were screwing again, his energy replenished, and the men could hear the sounds of a rigorous rutting taking place above. But as long as it wasn't her husband, it didn't seem relevant to them.
Lorraine led them into the plush-carpeted living room and sprawled out on the couch, while all three men quickly stripped their clothing off.
She eyed their cocks with interest.
They were all well hung.
George had a big, blunt-knobbed cock, gnarled with fat veins.
Tommy had a long, tapered prick that was fattest at the hilt and pointed at the tip.
Homer had a tubular dowel of a prick.
"Ummmmm-what a treat!" she purred. "My husband has a tiny little pecker."
That wasn't true, to be sure, but the spiteful woman said it regardless.
"He never satisfies me at all," she lied. "So I got to suck and fuck with lots of other men-and girls, too-and it seems your duty to satisfy me, since it's your lodge brother who leaves me horny."
The men certainly agreed that they had a responsibility to fulfill Trevor's neglected obligations.
"Get down on the floor, guys," Lorraine whispered, sliding from the couch.
The three men knelt down, not sure what was going to happen first, but ready for anything.
"Don't forget that I'm Trevor's wife. And I don't give a shit who knows I'm a tramp."
She moved behind George and stuck her tongue up his puckered, hairy asshole.
He yelped.
"I love to suck out shitters," she purred. "I want to kiss my husband with the taste of asshole on my tongue. Ohhhh-I'm hot and I'm dirty!"
She reached around his hips and grasped George's heavy prick, testing it for tension. It was as hard as a stone and pulsing violently.
She shifted over and sucked on Tommy's tart, tangy asshole, making him quiver.
Then she completed the cycle by shoving her nimble tongue up into Homer's shithole.
It was a real kick to act depraved with three men who knew her husband so well, she thought, as she snacked on the flavorsome butt slot.
"Time to stuff me, boys," she chirped.
"Who goes first?" Tommy growled.
"Like I said, I got three hot holes, fellas-I want you all at once!" she moaned.
Her depravity stunned them. It was no wonder that Trevor couldn't satisfy a woman who lusted for three pricks at a time!
She was really a slut.
They hoped it would become a ritual, satisfying this lodge member's wife.
Lorraine gently lowered George down onto the floor, belly up. She squatted over him and whipped his fat cockhead around in her cunt, then slid down and took it in balls deep.
Holding her horny haunches hunkered down, she reached for Tommy's long, tapered prick. Using it like a lever, she twisted him around behind her.
"Shove it up my ass," she coaxed.
He grabbed her hips. She spread her asscheeks with her hands. He fitted the sharply tapered tip of his prick into her little shit slot.
He pushed. His cock went in smooth as silk.
Her shit chute was obviously well accustomed to holding a hunk of hard meat.
Tommy's balls dangled down, brushing against George's balls, as they held the full penetration up both of her lewd holes.
"Fuck my face, Homer!" she panted. "Use my hot mouth for a pussy, baby!"
Homer stood up and offered his prick to her lips.
She licked the slimy end, purring.
"Who am I?" she whispered on his cockknob, like a singer caressing a microphone in some steamy ballad. Her lapper laved around as her lips moved softly.
"You're Trevor Lovelace's wife," Homer ' gasped, knowing what she wanted to hear.
"Ummmm-what am I?" she sighed.
"You're a cocksucker," he grunted.
"You're an ass fucker, too!" Tommy panted.
Trevor Lovelace's wife smiled, then sucked down on his lodge brother's prick greedily, filling her mouth as full as her ass and cunt were.
She held the three cocks jammed to the hilt for a while, then she began to move. They glided together like a well-greased jizz-fueled fucking machine.
The sounds of action ceased from above.
Lola and Jock came down and stood at the living room door, watching Lorraine misbehave in a sort of stunned awe and utter respect.
Trevor Lovelace's wife could sure as shit take some prick, they were thinking, in admiration of her wanton ways. None of the men would have wanted Lorraine to be their own wife-but she was sure great as another guy's wife.
She fucked and sucked and buggered slowly, wanting to make it last, loving every inch of the three huge pricks that were stuffing her simultaneously.
She pulled her pussy up George's towering prick to the knob, then dropped down as Homer fucked deep into her throat and Tommy rammed it up into her bowels.
She began to cum.
Her whole voluptuous body was trembling, as if she was having a total orgasm. Every nerve sparked savagely and her blood was boiling in her veins.
Her cunt was melting, her pussy oozing out thick cunt-goo. Her bowels were constricting around Tommy's long, tapered prick. Her mouth was slobbering as she sucked adoringly on Homer's sweet meat.
She gulped down on Homer's prick, taking it in balls deep as Tommy's prick rammed up her asshole. She wondered if the heads of their pricks might be nudging together somewhere in the middle of her digestive tract.
"Cum, fella! Give me fuckjuice!" she moaned on a mouthful of dripping meat.
All three men shot off at the same magic moment in a fraternal frenzy.
George jizzed up her cunt, Tommy poured a hot cum enema into her bowels and Homer bathed her tongue and throat with the balm of his balls.
She sucked and fucked and whipped her ass around as she milked the men dry and creamed off to the dregs.
Then, just for the hell of it and so that the lodge members would know how comprehensive her lust was, she ate Lola's pussy out while the men looked on in awe.
Her revenge was finally complete.
* * *
When Trevor got home, he looked exhausted from all the fucking and sucking he had been doing. His cock ached, and his balls were sore, and his tongue felt as if it had been skinned.
He sure hoped Lorraine didn't want sex soon.
"Miss me, honey?" he asked.
"Sure, darling," she replied.
She smiled secretly.
If she had missed him, it was just about the only thing she had missed out on....