In many cases today's marriage is seen as a business and/or social arrangement between consenting adults rather than a continuing expression of love.
The results are obvious: casual promiscuous infidelity, a lack of concern for the partner and the children, the breakdown of the nuclear family and the use of other spouses for thrill-seeking-and deviate-purposes and as an end in itself instead of a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, at worst, depravity.
HOT PANTS NEIGHBOR is a novel concerning Janet Cleaven and her unsatisfying marriage for money and the good life she thinks can only be measured in terms of dollars and cents, an attitude shared by how many Americans?
HOT PANTS NEIGHBOR-a portrayal of our present, a mirror of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
As I heard the door to my apartment quietly close, I crossed my legs and lightly ran my fingers through my cunt hairs. Rod and I had just finished another glorious weekend of sex and my body was aglow. I still felt tingly and knew his juice was mingling with mine in my box. What a man! What a cock! My pussy was sore and the lips were swollen, but what a delight!
I'm married, unfortunately, to a husband who thinks of sex as a once-a-month chore and that's about it. As hard as I've tried, short of raping him, I can't get him to respond as often as I want, and need. There is one fortunate aspect to being married to Sam Cleaven-he travels a lot. That gives me plenty of opportunities to meet other men and get my sexual satisfaction. And if anyone has ever given me that satisfaction, it has been Rod.
I'll never forget the first time Rod and I met. It was on a bright, Sunday morning. My husband was away on one of his many trips, and I hadn't had a good screw in more than a week. To say I was horny is putting it mildly. I woke up that morning with a twinge between my legs and almost fingered myself before I ever got out of bed. I knew Sam wouldn't be back for another three or four days and even when he did return, I didn't know if he would be in the mood for a good fucking. Anyway, I couldn't last three or four more days.
I had decided to walk down to a bar a few blocks away later that afternoon, and see what would develop. When I went to get the morning paper, I never dreamed what would transpire. As I opened the door to my apartment, a movement a few doors down the hall caught my eye. A young man was also getting his paper and was wearing nothing but a robe. This I discovered when a slight breeze came down the hallway from the open window at the far end of the hall. The wind caught his robe and blew it open from the waist down, where he had it belted.
What I saw sent shivers of joy through my body. He had a prick on him that would choke a horse, and it wasn't even hard! It must have been a good six or seven inches long and two or three inches around, just soft. God only knows what it was like once it got aroused.
I just stood there, although the man had moved the robe back over his body, covering up that delicious hunk of meat. He stood up and turned to walk back into his apartment, when he noticed me. I was wearing a clinging negligee, and knew it left little to the imagination. It was meant to be a sexually enticing garment, and it was fulfilling its intentions.
"Well, good morning," he said, as he saw me standing in the doorway. There was no mistaking the sound of his voice. He, too, liked what he saw.
"Hello, neighbor," I replied, in my huskiest, sexiest voice.
"Say, you wouldn't happen to have a spare cup of sugar, would you?" he asked, his eyes roaming my body, at least, as much as he could see under the negligee. I glanced down and saw a bulge beginning to become quite evident under his robe.
"I think I can manage to find one," I replied, my body beginning to heat up. "Want to come over and get it, or do you want me to bring it to you?"
"Just a minute," the man replied, as he turned to go back into his apartment, "and I'll come and get it."
I walked back inside my apartment, leaving the door slightly open. In just seconds, I heard a light knock.
"Come in," I beckoned, my voice still as husky and sexy as I could make it.
The man walked in and looked me over, then looked around the room.
"My husband's not here, if that's who you're looking for."
"I didn't think he was. Otherwise, I doubt if I would have been offered a cup of sugar."
I returned his smile. "He travels a lot. He's in Cincinnati now, on a business trip. Been gone since early last week. He called last night and said he wouldn't be back until the middle of next week."
I was, in effect, telling him we had a lot of time to do whatever we wanted, and without fear of interruption.
"I'm Janet Cleaven," I said, offering him my hand.
"Rod Samuels," he replied, taking my hand and looking deep into my eyes.
Damn. Let's get on with it, I thought to myself. I can almost come just thinking about going to bed.
"Want a cup of sugar?" I asked, teasingly. "I have a canister full in the apartment." I smiled. We both knew this was a game of cat and mouse. The only question was: who was the cat and who was the mouse? But, I was in no mood for games; not this kind, anyway.
I walked to Rod and put my arms around his neck. He leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth. My tongue darted into his mouth and, like a probe exploring a cave, toured the inside of his cavern.
I felt his prick harden, and pushed my body against him. He moved his arms from my waist and, without terminating the kiss, loosened my robe and began playing with my tits. I felt the nipples respond to his play and pushed harder against his throbbing prick. Our lips parted and he kissed my cheek, nibbled at my ear, and kissed my throat.
I put my hands inside his robe and rubbed his chest and nipples. I moved my box harder against his cock, and at a faster pace. Untying his robe, I took his large ramrod in my hand and softly stroked it. It felt huge, and my cunt hungered to feel it inside me. I played with his balls and his body began to move, as he moaned with pleasure.
"You'd better watch out, woman," he whispered, breathlessly. "You're going to get a handful if you keep that up."
"Well, we don't want to waste any of it, do we?"
I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. We undressed each other and I again played with that large hunk of meat. The head was like the end of a huge battering ram and was smooth and angular. When I wrapped my hand around it, I felt the long, pulsating tube underneath. I moved my hand to his balls and felt the two objects floating in their large sac. I squeezed them gently, then moved back to the object of my affection.
Rod looked at my bare tits and at the triangle of hair between my legs. I had always taken good care of myself and was not unaware of the sex appeal I presented.
He watched my breasts rise and fall with my breathing, and leaned over and kissed each erect nipple. I put my hand behind his head and pulled him closer to me. He gently nipped the nipples and stood back.
"Like what you see?" I asked.
"Um hmm," he replied, as he cupped my tits. We moved in closer and kissed again, my tongue beginning its travels. He moved his hand and placed it between my legs. I shifted slightly, allowing him access to my joy box.
Rod kissed me full on the mouth, then moved to my throat. Journeying down my body, he kissed each tit, taking the nipples in his mouth and gently chewing on them. He moved to my stomach and I could feel his tongue flick in and out of my navel. Then he softly bit into my mound. I arched my back, pressing my body into his face, at the same time pulling his head hard against me.
I felt his hands move to my buttocks and he began massaging the cheeks, at the same time pulling my body even harder into his face. He kissed the insides of my thighs, just below the pussy opening, and I let out a low moan. He was driving me insane and I could feel my juices rising to the boiling point. I knew that it would be just a matter of minutes until the floodgates would open and I exploded with come. v I spread my legs even more so Rod could move closer to my cunt. He pulled his tongue alongside my thighs and my knees weakened. I almost unloaded when I felt his tongue riding the ridge of my pussy, then he moved down the other thigh. He continued this maneuver for several minutes, until I was gyrating wildly. I couldn't last much longer.
I was moaning frantically, and running my fingers all over his head. I was so hot that I wanted to shove Rod's face back on the floor and push my eager box in his face.
That would come later. Right now, I had to have that great big, delicious cock spew its bubbles inside me.
"Now, Rod, now. I want it now."
He gently lifted me and placed me on the bed. I reached out and took hold of his balls and pulled him toward me. I turned and bit naughtily, without hurting, into his steel-hard cock. He groaned and put his hand over my joy box. I closed my legs, trapping his hand, and squeezed.
Rod moved until he was lying on top of me. I opened my legs and his cock pushed against my anxious lips. I moved just enough to rub against his cock, while we kissed, and my tongue performed its magic.
I reached down and took his big, throbbing prick in my hand and guided it toward my volcanic cunt hole. Rod raised his body and slowly began his pumping motion. He arched so he could kiss my nipples while we fucked.
My moist pussy wrapped around his cock like a warm glove and I shuddered each time it rammed against my insides. When I had seen Rod exposed in the hall, I knew his cock was big, but now, travelling through my hot box, it seemed to have grown considerably.
But, I wasn't complaining. He was satisfying my deep, sexual hunger. His tool was touching every corner of my insides and I was humping to meet his thrusts. I hadn't come in-over a week and knew that when I did, it would be like opening a dam. .
"Ummm, that's good, so good," I whispered, as I closed my eyes and moved with him, accepting everyone of his deep, satisfying plunges.
I wanted to come, yet I wanted to hold off. I was enjoying his cock so much that I didn't want it to end. What if he was like my husband-one time and that was it? No, I didn't want this to end, but knew there would soon be little I could do about it.
"I'm ready, Rod. Come with me." I couldn't hold off any longer.
"No. Not yet. I'm not ready."
I reached down with one hand and played with his balls. Rod was now ready!
We came together and it was like a cloudburst. Rod's fluid combined with mine and I could feel it oozing out of my pussy as he continued to fuck me wildly, ramming his shooting prick deep into my cunt.
Finally, we eased off and laid back.
"Damn, that felt good," I said, as Rod laid on top of me, supported by his elbows, and his cock began to ebb.
He pressed his body into me, not wanting his prick to come out. I used my female muscles and encased his dwindling prick, wanting it to stay just where it was.
We kissed and Rod played with my tits. The nipples were still hard and he brushed lightly across the tips. I tongued his ear and mouth. Soon, I felt his meat hook begin to rise and moved my body against it.
This time, we fucked slower and when we came, it was shorter in duration, but was just as satisfying. When our climax ended, Rod eased off and laid beside me on the bed. He pulled me to him and I spread my leg over the lower part of his body and nestled into his shoulder, sexually content for the moment.
After a few minutes of silence, Rod finally spoke.
"Janet, you can say it's none of my business if you want, but, don't you and your husband have an active sex life?"
Answering matter-of-factly, I replied, "Sam, my husband, is kind, considerate, and generous. He loves me and dotes on me all the time. However, to him, sex once a month more than fills the bill. That's our one big disagreement. I need it more than every thirty days or so."
"Regardless of how much he cares for you, the man is a fool. With someone like you sharing his bed, he should make love to you every night and five times on the weekends."
"Unfortunately, Rod, all men aren't built like you, either sexually or emotionally." I said that as a compliment, especially when I thought of that cock he had just plowed into me.
"Well," he said, squeezing me to him, "you have a neighbor who likes to borrow sugar. Anytime you need some sweet stuff in return, just let me know."
I leaned over and kissed him, then nestled back onto his shoulder. We lay there, bare to the world, and dozed.
CHAPTER TWO
Rod and I dozed for only a short time or, at least, I did. I awoke and looked at the beautiful hunk of man lying beside me. His prick was Umber, but still monstrous in size. It was lying between his legs and I could see the sac holding his balls underneath.
I ran my fingers lightly over the hair at the base of his cock and then gently moved my fingers over his prick. Even if he was asleep, his manhood responded to my touch. It began to grow and was soon standing straight up.
"You are a horny little devil, aren't you," he said, startling me as he woke up.
"I told you I've been without too long," I chuckled, as I wrapped my hand around his erect cock.
He kissed my tits and tweaked the nipples. Then, without saying a word, put me on my stomach, and moving behind, spread my legs. Rising to his knees, he moved toward my cunt. Lifting my hips, he positioned my ass high in the air so that my box was level with his prick.
Rod gently rubbed my cunt opening, causing the moisture to rush forward. I moaned low as the sensation touched every part of my body. He brought the head of his prick to my hole and slowly moved it forward until his body was flush against mine. I groaned as I moved my hips to allow his meat to travel home. It caused such a sensation inside me that I had to play with my tits, pinching the nipples and rubbing the mounds.
It always thrilled me to be screwed dog fashion, and I was thoroughly enjoying it. This position allowed Rod to shove his meat even deeper than he had before. In fact, it felt like it was coming into my throat.
He moved his cock in and out of my pussy slowly, but penetrating much deeper than before. He pulled his tool air the way out until only the head was inside. Then, he pushed it in until our bodies met. I was ecstatic. My breathing was heavy and I was rubbing my tits so hard I was afraid they would be torn from my body. But, there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn't stop. Rod's juicy cock going in and out of my anxious pussy was driving me crazy.
Rod put his hand between my buttocks and rubbed my ass. I twitched my hips and moved even closer to him. He was putting me through a bedeviling sexual revolution I would long remember, and I wanted to get every bit of enjoyment out of it that I could.
Next, I felt his hand move and his finger was on my hairy mound. He gently rubbed and I moaned and groaned even louder. I moved my hips as fast as I could against him as he plowed harder, faster, and deeper into my cunt. Although I thought the sound of our bodies hitting together could be heard throughout the apartment complex, I didn't give a damn. Right then, the whole world could have been looking and I would have cared less. My cunt was on fire, and no one, nothing, was going to stop this exciting, sensational fuck!
I moved my hand between my legs and played with his balls. I got so carried away that I must have squeezed too hard because I heard him yelp.
"Ease off, baby," he said, pain evident in his voice. "I want to keep 'em a while longer."
I became very gentle, but did not let them go. I was about ready to unload and wanted him to fill my pussy with his juice at the same time.
Suddenly, Rod pulled back to where his prick was almost all the way out, then he rammed home, so hard that tears came to my eyes. But, I shot my wad when he did, and could feel him come at the same time. He grabbed my hips and pulled me even closer into his body as I jerked and jerked, unloading juice by what seemed the bucket loads. I humped against him even harder and caused his prick to penetrate my cunt deeper and deeper.
When he finished, I slumped forward, releasing his cock. I rolled over and pulled him to me. We kissed fully and longingly.
We rested a few minutes, then Rod asked, "Have you ever done a '69'?"
"Yes," I replied, my frankness even surprising me. But, after just this short time, I felt free with Rod. And after the thrills he had given me, I would do anything he asked.
"Do you like it?"
"It'll never replace the old fashioned cock-in-hole bit but, yes, I enjoy it. It gives me a different thrill."
My consent was all Rod needed. He moved to where his head was at my "Y", and his cock' was hanging in my face. Then, he rolled, pulling me on top of him.
I started at the base of his prick, biting in his hair, and kissing as I began the trip up his mast. He kissed the insides of my thighs and flicked his tongue across the pulsating cunt lips. I became more aggressive around his meat hook. I licked and kissed it with more fervor as I moved toward the head. I nipped the sides with my teeth as I played with his balls.
Rod licked my cunt lips slowly and sensually, and his tongue darted in and out of the moist, anxious hole. He moved his head closer and kissed the lips, then pulled them into his mouth and sucked.
My box was on fire. My ass began moving a mile a minute and I pushed hard toward his face. His mouth and tongue were working magic and my pussy was begging for satisfaction.
Rod was driving me crazy with his love-making. When he rammed his finger deep into my asshole, while still tonguing my cunt, I grabbed his balls in one hand, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth. I felt the steel-hard, pulsating prick slip past my tongue and head toward my throat. I went down on him as far as I could without choking, then sucked as I moved my head up the firm stem, all the while gliding my teeth over the smooth skin. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and gently bit into it, remaining ever busy with his balls by rubbing and squeezing them.
When Rod pushed his tongue deep inside my pussy, it brought me to my desire. He was concentrating on my hole and lips. He put his mouth full on the lips and kissed. A shiver went through my body. He then sucked them into his mouth and nibbled. I thought I was going to shoot my wad right then, but was able to hold back. I was enjoying it too much to come now.
The more Rod worked on me, the more I sucked his cock. I put my lips around the huge purple head and worked my tongue across the small opening. His hips were moving almost as fast as mine, and I knew it wouldn't be long before he would be shooting off. I left my mouth on his head and stroked his prick, causing him to lift and lower his body with each stroke. Then, I moved my hand back to his balls and started moving my head as fast as I could, sucking harder and harder with each stroke.
When Rod pushed his tongue deep into my box, and rotated it, touching each side of the hot, gyrating oven, I could hold back no longer. I squeezed his balls hard and sucked even harder. I tightened my legs around his head and let my juices flood out. At the same time, I felt his warm, white fluid paint my throat. I squeezed his sac, went down on him as far as I could, and sucked. My fluid was coming squirt after squirt, and Rod was lapping it up as fast as he could, his tongue still inside my hole, moving about, causing me to come time after time.
I continued sucking on his cock even after I could feel no more of his come in my mouth, and his prick began to shrink. I had to. He was still tonguing the hell out of me and I was still shooting off. I don't know where it was coming from, but it seemed like I would never stop.
After what seemed like an eternity, I could come no more. I slowly lifted my head and let Rod's cock fall away. I didn't move. Instead, I lay there with my head on the base of his shrinking prick and kissed the mound of hair. When his meat hook had limbered enough to lay on his balls, I placed my hand over it.
Rod rubbed my pussy. His hand was damp from my fluid and he used the wetness to stimulate my pussy opening. But, I couldn't do anymore, not right now. I turned and faced him. He took a tissue from the night stand and wiped the white, sticky fluid from the corners of my mouth. I did the same for him.
"How was that?" he asked, as I nestled into his arms.
"Satisfying," I cooed. "One thing for certain, I feel drained. I don't think I have another ounce of fluid left inside me."
"Do you mean you can't come again?" he asked, feigning surprise.
"Just give me a few minutes, buddy boy, and I'll be ready to go."
We drifted off to sleep, folded in each other's arms, and at peace, sexually.
This time, we slept for three hours. When I awoke, I saw that it was almost five o'clock. I shook Rod.
"Rod. Rod. Wake up."
"Huh? What?" Rod struggled from a deep sleep.
"You have to leave. I have an appointment this afternoon, in about an hour. A wives' get-together with some of the other neglected hens from my husband's company."
"Can't you miss it?" he asked, running his fingers over my body. "We have the rest of the day to do just what we want-and you know what that is."
"Believe me, honey, there's nothing I'd like better but, they're coming here to pick me up. There'll be other days. Remember, my husband travels a lot, and now that I've found the ideal next door neighbor, I have no intention of letting him go."
As I leaned over and kissed him, he put one arm around my waist and with the other hand, kneaded my tits.
"No, Rod, don't," I pleaded, but only half-heartedly.
He continued kissing me and rubbing his hand down my back, across my buttocks, and up my side. He took a nipple in each finger and gently pinched them. I was sitting on his lap and his cock, rising in anticipation, was pressed against my buttocks. Rod moved his hand and put it between my thighs. I opened my legs. When he reached my hole, he slowly rubbed the lips. We kissed hotly as he rubbed my cunt and ran his other hand over my back.
My body started moving slowly and when it did, Rod pushed his finger into my pussy and moved it around. I squeezed my legs together and began tongue exploration of his mouth. I didn't pull away from him and when he moved to where I was on top, I spread my legs to allow his hunk of meat to rest against the door to my now hot box.
Rod reached down and pressed his stiff pole against the lips of my cunt. A low moan escaped from my throat.
"Rod, that's not fair."
He shut me off with a firm kiss. When he put his tongue in my mouth, I brought mine forward to meet it. I sucked his tongue, at the same time rotating my hips.
He shifted slightly and I felt that big prick easing its way into my hot" pussy. I raised up to where I was supported by my arms and hands and began riding his hard cock. My breasts, like two large melons, dangled just inches from his face. He started kneading them and sucking on the nipples. He really sent my sensations sky rocketing when he turned the globes so that he could nibble on both of them at the same time.
I couldn't be stopped now. I was riding his prick so fast and so hard that I thought it would soon be coming through my throat. I fell on top of him and my body jerked. I moaned as each spurt of fluid escaped from my pussy. Then, I was still.
Rod hadn't come, so he rolled me over and began pumping. I had my eyes closed, enjoying his movements, and rubbed his naked body with my hands. Slowly, moving toward his prick, I soon reached my goal. When I did, I used both hands to play with his balls. He moaned and groaned and fucked faster and harder.
I opened my eyes to look at him and saw his eyes were closed, his face was straining, as he fucked me, wanting desperately to come. I squeezed his balls a little harder and he hit his climax. A look of deep satisfaction came across his face.
"Rod, as much as I hate to, I do have to get ready to go," I said, as we broke apart.
"Okay. Although I don't want to end this paradise, this Garden of Eden, I do understand. When can we get together again?"
I was pleased that he was anxious for a return match.
"Like I said, Sam won't be home until Wednesday, at the earliest. That leaves us tomorrow and Tuesday, at least."
"How long before he goes on another trip?"
"It's hard to say. A week, a month. I never know."
"Well, then, guess we'll have to store up in the next two days until the time when we can be together again, after that."
"We didn't do badly today, did we? A couple ' more times like this and I'll feel satisfied for a long time."
"Don't get too satisfied. I want to remain a friendly neighbor."
"No need to worry about that. Sam will be home for a while. That'll give me plenty of time to get in the mood for more fast action."
CHAPTER THREE
It was Thursday of the following week before Sam finally returned home. During the days until he did get back, Rod and I had some bedroom exploits that left me breathless, and some you would hardly believe.
But, with the return of Sam, things dropped back to their old ways. He had been away almost two weeks, so when he came home that evening, he was in the mood for some bed games as he called them.
Although Rod and I had fucked at least a dozen times the night before, I was still ready for Sam, even though he never lasted long. When we went to bed, he pulled me into his arms.
"I really missed you this time, Janet, more so than ever before."
The seriousness in his voice led me to believe that maybe tonight he would really show me a good time. To help him along, I played with his cock, which was only slightly smaller than Rod's, and even massaged his balls and tongued his mouth. It worked, only too much so.
Sam had been rubbing my pussy and I was getting hotter and hotter. He rolled me over on my back and climbed into the saddle. He pumped hard and fast and I suddenly realized he was going to come before I could really get started. I began humping as fast as I could, meeting his thrusts, and moaning and groaning. I didn't want him to come until I was ready.
It was too late. He rammed home as hard as he could and grunted and jerked. I felt his sticky fluid paint the inside of my cunt, his prick started shrinking before he had finished coming.
Oh, no, I thought to myself, as I rubbed my box against his cock. It was no use. He was finished.
Sam rolled off me, letting out a heavy sigh as he lay back on the bed.
"Come on, Sam," I said, anxiety in my voice. "I didn't come."
I was breathing heavily and my pussy was burning up. I crossed my legs and squeezed. God, I needed to come!
I reached over and grabbed Sam's shriveled, wet prick. It was just laying there, and wouldn't respond to my touch. I jumped to my knees and bent over him. When I took his prick into my mouth, he pushed me away.
"Janet, what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm trying to get you back up. I need to come, Sam, I need it bad."
My nipples were aching. They needed sucking. My pussy was on fire. It needed fucking. And all my husband could do was lay there.
"Here, roll over," he said.
I rolled onto my back, not knowing what to expect. Then, I felt his finger inside my cunt. He started pumping as hard and as deep as he could. At least he was making an effort to satisfy me, but I didn't think it would do any good. I closed my eyes and spread my legs to allow him easier access.
But, miracle of miracles, it worked. Soon, my hips began to move and I started lifting to meet his thrusts. Just as I was really working into a momentous orgasm, he stopped."
"Damn!" I yelled, "Don't stop now. Please. Make me come."
"I'm ... I'm sorry, Janet," he said, almost ashamedly. "My wrist is tired. Let me shift hands."
When he started fingerfucking me again, I pulled his head to my tits and he chewed and sucked on the nipples. This helped. Finally, with a groan I knew could be heard for blocks, I unloaded. I crossed my legs and trapped Sam's finger in my cunt as I shot my juice. Finally, I lay still.
"I'm sorry, Janet," Sam said, as he lay beside me. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just not able to carry on a long sex act, or to go again once I've come, at least, for two or three hours."
I didn't say anything, just put my hand on his. My breathing was coming steadier now, and my heartbeat was almost back to normal.
I was gentle with Sam, mainly because I had to be careful. I didn't want anything about Rod to slip out. I knew I would have to take things as they were. There was little chance Sam would improve in his sexual habits, but one consolation was that Rod was there to fill my needs. And he was one man who could really fill them!
Despite everything, being married to Sam did have its advantages. He had a good job and there was plenty of money. It was this money that threw me into an experience I had never had before, and which took place long before I ever met Rod.
To fill some of my spare time when Sam was on his trips, I started going to a massage parlor. It wasn't one of those that you're always reading about, where both men and women do the rubbing, and anything goes. This was one catered to by women only, and women who, while not rich, certainly had no money worries.
I looked forward to my weekly visits to the parlor because they always left me sexually stimulated. I was usually in such a horny mood after being delightfully rubbed that I would normally head for a singles bar and see what I could get hooked up with.
One day, on my regular visit to the parlor, a new girl was assigned to give me a rub-down.
"I think you'll like her, Mrs. Cleaven," the manager said. "She's new here, but comes with excellent references. Some of the other clients have enjoyed her tremendously."
"That's fine with me," I replied. I didn't really care who did the rubbing, as long as they knew what they were doing.
"Hello, Mrs. Cleaven," a beautiful, young, slender girl said, as I entered the small room. "I'm Lydia."
"Hello, Lydia," I replied, as I looked deep into her blue eyes. She was an exciting individual, with bright auburn, shoulder-length hair, even white teeth, and smooth, white unblemished skin. She wore the usual uniform of the parlor, and the tight cotton slipover short-sleeved blouse revealed two large breasts, seemingly anxious to burst through the material. Her shorts were tight, and when my eyes dropped to the crotch, I saw a smooth mound straining against the white material.
Wonder how she is in bed with a man? I thought to myself.
Lydia walked toward me and helped me undress. When I was bare, she pulled a large towel from the stack near the table and opened it.
"You have a very beautiful body, Mrs. Cleaven," she said, without blinking an eye. I could see she so was giving me the once over.
"Thank you, Lydia," I replied, stammering as I did. I was embarrassed by her attention, yet flattered at the same time. Especially to receive a compliment from such a gorgeous girl.
I lay down on the table, on my stomach, and Lydia removed the towel. Softly and gently, her experienced fingers and hands, moved over my body. I closed my eyes and drifted into a world of sensation. Her hands were like magic as they moved from my neck and shoulders down my back, across my buttocks, onto my thighs, and even to my feet and abides. I could have stayed there all day and let her massage me.
"Turn over on your back, please."
"What ... what?" I asked, coming back from the trance her magic touches had placed me in.
"Turn over on your back. I want to massage your stomach and the fronts of your legs."
"I've never had that done before," I said, as I maneuvered on the narrow table.
"I know," she replied, from the far end of the table. "This is something I developed from long experience. I think you'll like it."
I closed my eyes and turned my body over to the girl with the magic touch. She rubbed my feet and twisted them to get all the kinks out. Then, moving up, she rubbed and gently pinched the lower parts of my legs and thighs. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like she brushed my mound of hair when she moved up to my stomach.
I'll hand her one thing, she certainly knew what she was talking about. She rubbed and pressed on my stomach, and every bit of tenseness seemed to melt away. She massaged my sides and ribcage, just below my breasts, and for some reason I couldn't explain, I felt my nipples become erect.
I opened my eyes and looked at my tits. Sure enough, two pink points were sticking straight up. I glanced at Lydia, and a slight grin was on her face. I felt embarrassed, yet strangely at ease.
"My massaging "-does have that effect on some people," she said, looking at my breasts. "Would you like for me to massage your breasts?"
"I ... I don't know."
"I have a special touch," she said. "I think you'll find it quite an experience, and invigorating."
Without replying, I closed my eyes and lowered my head back on the table.
Lydia did not massage both breasts at once. Instead, she worked on one mound at a time, gently squeezing and rubbing it, and brushing across the nipple. She was right-it was invigorating. It was also stimulating. I felt an odd sensation in my pussy, and knew she was getting me sexually aroused. I would let her continue for a few more minutes, then I would have to stop her. If she worked on me too long, I'd have to have a fuck, or else finger myself.
Lydia moved to my other tit and repeated her touch. This time, however, she took the nipple in her mouth and gently bit it with her teeth. Then, she began sucking on it, just like a baby does when it nurses. I could feel the nipple becoming larger and larger, and the twinge between my legs was becoming more noticeable. Before I realized what I was doing, I found my hand running over Lydia's body, across her breasts, where I discovered that she was braless, down to her crotch.
"Does that feel good, Mrs. Cleayen?" she asked.
What a foolish question! All I could do was keep my eyes closed and nod my head.
Lydia moved back to the other breast and took that nipple in her mouth. Repeating her biting and sucking technique, she continued to arouse me to fever-pitch level. I crossed my legs and squeezed them together. Lydia, catching my movement, put her hand between my legs and forced them apart. Then, she moved her finger to the cunt lips and gently, deftly, tenderly, rubbed the opening.
I was on fire. I squeezed her breasts through the blouse, then moved my hand down to between her legs. The shorts were tight, but were made of a stretch material, so my hand could easily get between her leg and the material. I grabbed her mound of hair and squeezed.
"Just a minute," Lydia whispered, as her lips lightly brushed mine.
She moved away and I heard a lock snap. She had made certain no one would walk in on us. There was another moment's delay before she was back at the table, sucking and biting my nipples. I returned my hand to her hip and felt skin. She had taken off her shorts. I moved upward to her breasts, which I could now easily touch, although she hadn't removed her blouse.
There was nothing false about this girl. Although her tits weren't as large as mine, they were nevertheless a handful. I cupped the tit I could reach and massaged the nipple. Then, I returned to her core.
Lydia spread her legs so my hand could manipulate her pussy. I felt her move from my breasts and the next thing I knew she was kissing my hairy mound. When she bit into me, I moaned and raised my hips toward her mouth. At the same time, I spread my legs, letting them drop off either side of the table to allow her plenty of room for access to my pussy.
I was still playing with her cunt and it was getting juicier and juicier. I rubbed the lips gently and her body started to sway. When I pushed my finger deep into her hole, I heard her take a deep breath, at the same time kissing my cunt lips with her mouth. She pushed her tongue deep inside my hole and I could feel her licking the sides of my box, while one of her hands was busily playing with my ass.
Lydia maneuvered to where she was on the table and on top of me. Her moist, pink cunt was only inches from my mouth. I looked at the lips, which seemed to be opening and closing, inviting me to take a bite and I did.
Lydia was busily eating my pussy, pushing her tongue in and out of my fiery furnace, and ramming her finger deep into my ass and moving it around. I pulled her hips down to where her cunt was on my mouth, and I kissed it hotly, feverishly, then rammed my tongue into the hole as far as I could. I also returned the sensational favor by shoving my finger into her asshole. When I did, she began rubbing her cunt across my mouth and it was all I could do to control her, to keep her hips still where I could work on her.
Everything Lydia did to me, I returned. When she ran her tongue around my cunt lips, I did the same to her. When she rotated her finger in my ass, I did the same. I was aping her in everything she did, and we were both building up to a hectic climax. Our tongues were busily rubbing the walls of each other's cunts. We sucked the cunt lips and, in general, were in a state of frenzy.
Like a huge gush of water, my gates opened and I came with ecstasy. At the same time, I felt Lydia's hot juice coat my tongue. I hungrily lapped at the sticky fluid, swallowing what poured into my mouth, letting the rest run down over my face. I was delirious, and Lydia must have been, too, because the more I tongued her, the more she came. It seemed like it would never end. I had my legs wrapped tightly around her head as I emptied my pussy. I couldn't control Lydia's hips, she was moving them so fast.
Finally, when we were both drained, we stopped. Breathlessly, we lay there, Lydia's head on my hairy mound, and her cunt just inches from my face. I noticed the juices around the lips of her pussy, and also that the lips were quivering. I felt the sticky substance on my face, but made no effort to wipe it off.
When we had regained our breath, Lydia moved from the table. I saw evidence of my fluid on her mouth, and she took a towel and wiped my face, then wiped hers. She looked at me with a smile of satisfaction; I returned the smile, then closed my eyes.
Lydia started rubbing me again, but this time I knew I could not respond, if that was her intention. At least, that's what I thought.
She rubbed my breasts and nipples, over my mound, down along my thighs. I did nothing but lie there. When her fingers gently, but briefly, touched my juicy cunt, I felt a slight sensation, but not enough to get me aroused. She continued her deft manipulations and before I knew it, she was again rubbing the lips of my pussy, which were still moist from our recent encounter.
She gently slipped her finger inside my hole and rotated it. I started to push her hand away, but suddenly realized I was enjoying it, and felt my thermometer begin to rise. I didn't believe it! She had worked me to the point where I was ready for another climax!
When Lydia leaned over and sucked on my nipples, without removing her finger from my pussy, I spread my legs and let her continue her manipulations. She began slowly fingerfucking me, but increased the tempo as I responded to her playing. Soon, I was humping wildly, meeting each thrust of her finger, anxious to have another climax. Seeing that I was really wild with passion, Lydia bit gently on my nipples and increased the speed of her hand to where it was going in and out of my hole so fast that there was no way I could meet her every thrust.
I humped as fast as I could, while she fingerfucked me at an even faster pace. I was moaning and grunting, breathing heavily, and had pulled Lydia's face down hard on my breast. I don't know where it came from, but all of a sudden I let loose and came with a vengeance. Not as much as the first time, but I still let the floodgates open. I crossed my legs and trapped her hand. While this prevented her from moving in and out, it didn't stop her from rotating her finger inside my box. By doing this, she made me come even more.
When Lydia finally removed her finger, I was wringing wet with sweat and breathing heavily.
"Have you ever had a massage like that, Mrs. Cleaven?" Lydia asked, pride in her voice.
I could only manage to shake my head, I was so out of breath. One thing was for certain, I would be asking for Lydia again, every time I visited the massage parlor in the future.
CHAPTER FOUR
I have never been one to knock another person's ideas of sex. Although I like to screw and suck as well as, if not better than, the next girl, I have never gone in for what is called "kinky" sex. Still, to each his own. If a person likes the odd and unusual, then that is his or her business.
I did get hooked up with a man once who had different opinions on how to get his kicks. One night, after Sam and I had been married for several months, and he was off on a trip, I was at a bar. I was horny as hell and was looking for some straight stuff to satisfy my inner cravings.
A man sat down next to me at the bar and offered to buy me a drink. A man's look, or his flashing of a big roll of bills, do not impress me. An instinct that I have lets me know whether or not I want to go with a man. This night, my instincts led me astray, although I don't regret the misrouting.
I looked the man over and he appealed to me. He was nice-looking, clean, and had a low, smooth voice. He introduced himself as Jay Young, and we talked for an hour or more. When he asked me up to his hotel room for a drink, I didn't refuse.
We had a couple of drinks and when he pulled me to him and we kissed, I didn't push him away. When he put his hand on my breast and squeezed, and I still didn't repel him, he knew he had a conquest. With this settled, he pulled out his billfold and handed me five twenty-dollar bills. I looked at him, a hurt, yet angry expression on my face.
"Whet the hell is that for?" I demanded, throwing the money back at him. "I'm not a prostitute. I didn't come up here for money."
I picked up my purse and started for the door.
"Wait a minute, Janet," he pleaded, stepping in front of me. "I know you're not a prostitute, and I didn't offer you the money as payment, at least, not in the normal sense."
His words puzzled me and I hesitated. He gently took me by the arm and steered me back to the couch.
"I offered you the money as a sort of appreciation. You see, Janet, I have what some people might call odd ideas on sex and intercourse."
Still puzzled, I sat there, staring at him.
"What I mean," he continued, "is that although I indulge in the normal sex acts, I also get my thrills other ways. This money was to be my appreciation for you putting up with some of the things I do."
"Hold it right there, Jay," I said, in a stern voice. "I enjoy my sex, too. Maybe you would call it the old-fashioned way, but I don't go in for beating, strapping, tying down, and that sort of thing."
"No. No. I don't mean things like that. Nothing I do will hurt you, I promise. What I do may be out of the ordinary, but you will suffer no pain, I swear."
I lulled over in my mind what he said, still uncertain that I wanted to get tangled up with him.
"Tell you what, Janet. Let me show you what I mean. Then, if you don't want to continue, you're free to leave. I won't try to stop you. Give you my word."
"Well...."
"Come on, to the bedroom, and let me show you."
I let him lead me to the adjoining room, still not sure of what I was getting into, but determined to run out if things started getting rough.
He insisted that we take a shower before we start. We bathed together and I will have to admit, kinky or not, he did have a gopd size pole hanging between his legs. His sac was also big, and held two large marbles. As we washed each other, I started getting hot, and his prick was standing straight out. I felt like jumping on it right there in the shower. We dried off and returned to the bedroom.
He rubbed his hands over my body and kissed and sucked my nipples. I was getting warmer by the minute and thought to myself that he certainly didn't operate any differently than any other man I had ever been with. I was. soon to find he did maneuver differently.
He motioned for me to kneel on the bed. I figured he was going to screw me dog fashion and I waited anxiously to feel his large tool bore its way home. Instead, I felt his finger gently rubbing my wet cunt lips and his mouth kissing my buttocks.
I closed my eyes and laid down on the bed, with only my buttocks elevated. He continued fingering my cunt while his mouth inched closer and closer to my asshole. When I felt his tongue run across the small opening, I shivered. I had never had a man do that to me before. When he shoved his tongue inside the hole, I inhaled deeply, but I don't know if it was from his tongue or his finger, which he had pushed deep inside my cunt.
He expertly moved his finger around inside my pussy and at the same time darted his tongue in and out of my ass. I still hadn't decided whether or not I liked it, but I couldn't deny the fact that it gave me pleasure. I moved my hips and felt my floodgates starting to creep open. Humping as best I could, I grabbed my tits and began kneading them. His tongue wau reaming me a new ass, it seemed, and his finger was puncturing my cunt, causing me to moan and groan continually.
When I shot my load, I don't know what I was pushing against more, his tongue or his finger. All I know is I came and came, spurting juice long after I thought my pussy was empty. Jay continued fingering my pussy and tonguing my ass, causing me to spurt one more drop, then one more drop, until I couldn't possibly have any left. When he pulled his finger from my box, and lifted his face from my buttocks, I slid forward on the bed and lay on my stomach.
Jay rubbed my back, along my buttocks, and down along my legs. He continued doing this until my breath returned. Then, he rolled me over on my back.
"Was that so unpleasant?" he asked.
"No, not really," I answered, still not certain how much I enjoyed it, although I did hit a half dozen or more climaxes.
"Do you get satisfaction for yourself by doing that?" I asked, genuinely interested.
"Some," he replied, as he motioned toward his prick.
I looked down and saw the huge, straining piece of meat with a white, sticky fluid on the head. Apparently, he had unloaded some while he was fingering and tonguing me.
"But, I have other ways to get complete satisfaction."
Uh oh, I thought, bracing myself, ready to jump off the bed at the slightest hint of a belt or anything like that.
Jay climbed on top of me straddling my upper chest, just below my tits. He took a globe in each hand and massaged them.
"I love beautiful tits," he said, looking at them fondly. "And I love to fuck them even more."
"Fuck them?" I said, wonderment in my voice.
Without further comment, he placed his big hunk of meat between my globes and started moving his prick. He was really screwing my tits!
His cock was so long that when he moved forward, it came from between my tits and hit my chin. I moved my head back, giving him more room to operate, and closed my eyes.
His movements didn't give me any great sensation, other than the feel of that cock of his against my soft flesh. I knew my nipples were standing straight up, but he still did not arouse me.
After he had been running his prick through my breasts for a few minutes, I opened my eyes and looked at the man on top of me. His eyes were closed and I could see he was on the verge of coming. His face was straining and the veins on his neck were prominent. I put my hands on his buttocks and rubbed them. That touch did it. I felt the head of his hard cock hit my throat and then a warm liquid ran down my neck.
Since I had never had this experience before, I didn't know what to do, so I continued rubbing his cheeks, as he spurted out his fluid. When he finished, he got off the bed and stood there. I looked at his cock and saw the veins standing out. It was not completely limp yet. In fact, it still seemed to be hard, standing almost straight out.
Jay walked to the bathroom and brought back a wash cloth. He wiped my neck and the bed. I couldn't help but look at his prick. He had just shot off a bucket full of juice, yet there it stood, still erect.
He lay on the bed beside me, with his head just below my hips. Lifting one of my legs, he placed it on top of him. He then maneuvered to where his face was only inches from my hairy box and his head was resting on my other leg. I reached over and took his stiff cock in my hand and stroked it. I was interested now-could he come again, and how had he managed to keep a hard on after shooting off?
His fingers magically played with my cunt lips, rubbing them, massaging them, getting them good and wet. I stroked his prick and played with his huge sac. He had the largest balls I had ever seen on a man and marveled at their size.
His fingers were playing havoc with my emotions, and the more he touched my sensitive area, the hotter I became. I began stroking his meat harder and harder, and he kissed my pussy and shoved his tongue deep inside. When he pulled it out, I almost humped down to him. I didn't want him to stop. As a signal, I grabbed hold of his balls and squeezed, at the came time lifting my hips to him.
He pushed his tongue back into my hole and moved it around. I moaned a sound of gratitude, and beat his meat harder and harder. He was humping with my strokes and the first thing I knew, I felt a warm substance on my hand. I looked over and juice was boiling out of the small hole in his prick.
Damn, I thought to myself. What kind of a man is this? He had come twice in just a matter of minutes, had plenty of juice each time, and his prick is still hard!
His coming didn't stop him from making me hit the jackpot. I lifted my hips into his face and unloaded my pussy. He lapped at the sweet milk as it coated his tongue and made me empty all I had built up. We both stopped coming and lay there for a few minutes, me to catch my breath, but I don't believe he was even breathing hard.
"Jay," I asked, "how do you do it? I mean, how do you come so much and your meat still stays hard? I've never seen a man who could do that."
"I don't know," he replied, matter-of-factly. "I've been like this all my life. I guess that's why I turned to some of those other methods, so I can get relief more often. I've never been able to find a woman who could come as much as me. So, I fool around all those other ways and by the time we have normal sex, I'm pretty well spent out and usually only come two or three times inside the girl."
Two or three times! I had had men fuck me and come once, then leave it inside me as they rested. Then, several minutes later, we would go after it again. But I have never had one who could screw me and come and then continue screwing. The thought of a man being able to do that sent my head reeling and my cunt to itching.
"Let's see just how much you can go, Jay," I said, as I climbed on top of him.
"Janet, I've told you. I have to come half a dozen times or more before I can ever have normal relations."
"Well, I have a box for all your fluid. See how much you can pour into it."
I mounted his stiff prick and lowered myself onto its hugeness. Boy, did it feel good as it eased past my walls and stopped at the far end of my box. I had taken it all the way in and was sitting on top of him. He fondled my tits and tweaked the nipples. I moved my hips in a circular motion, causing that delicious pole to touch every inch of my pussy.
I shifted to where my hands were on the bed and I started riding his cock. He sucked on my nipples and ran his hands over my buttocks, and then down my back.
"I'm ready to come, Janet," he said, as he grabbed a tit in each hand and softly bit into the nipple.
He pushed his hips into my crotch, causing his cock to ram into my box. I felt him unload a pint or more and then I joined him. I had hardly finished coming when he rolled me over on my back and started pumping again.
By God, he meant it. He had come and his prick was still hard. He had stopped only long enough to unload, and was at it again. I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts and was going to try my damndest to shoot off each time he did. I reached down and took his balls in my hands and massaged them. He craned so that he could suck my nipples. I arched my back, raising them up to make it easier for him.
I felt I was going to get one up on him because I could feel my floodgates beginning to open. When I humped into him wildly, he looked at me.
"I'm going to fill your box again, Janet."
I unloaded the same time he did and felt our juices mingle. He pushed his pole deep inside me and moved it around, causing me to come some more. He was still oozing out a drop or two when I finished. He lay lightly on top of me and we kissed.
"Janet, I want you to know that you're the first woman who had ever been able to even halfway keep up with me. Want to try some more?"
I then realized his cock was still hard inside my cunt. God help me. He was going to fuck me to death! I didn't know if I would be able to come again, and here he was, still shooting off and ready to go again.
He pulled his steel-hard cock out of my hole and turned me over on my stomach. Lifting my hips, he aimed his arrow forward and hit the bull's eye. He penetrated my cunt deep, causing all my senses to muddle as he pulled his cock out and then shoved it home.
I lay there, letting him pound home. I figured he was going to get one shot off ahead of me this time. There was no way I could come again, not this soon. When I felt his finger in my ass, I knew I had just made a bar out of myself. My hips started to move and I spread my legs even wider, letting his monstrous ramrod go deeper into my pussy.
Jay reached around and started rubbing my clit, then he moved on down to where his cock was busily going in and out of my hole. Gently rubbing the top of my cunt, he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. I was becoming dizzy, and my box was getting hotter and hotter. His large cock, and his gentle rubbing of my pussy, caused me to push my hips back against him. He pressed his hand hard into my crotch, at the same time ramming his dick home so hard that I had to muffle a cry. But, when he unloaded this time, I was right there to meet him with my fluid. I don't know where it came from, but I was again spurting out that joy juice.
When we finished, I slid forward on the bed, and felt his prick slip out of its enclosure. I lay on the bed, breathing heavily, feeling drained of all of life's blood and knowing damn well I didn't have anymore come in my body. Jay turned me over and rubbed my tits. "Look, Janet," he scid.
I opened my eyes and looked at his cock. That damn thing was still hard! It was covered with my fluid and his, but it was still proud and erect, and looking for more action.
"Goddamn," I said, in amazement, looking at that stiff pole, and me lying here, drained. "You're not human, Jay. You're a machine." My voice was more in praise than in ridicule.
"I told you before you started that I can go a long time."
He placed my hand on his still throbbing hunk of meat and I stroked it. I moved down to his balls and rubbed them, but went back to that monstrous, intriguing cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it. My hand fit well around it, but it was still big, and long. The head was between a purple and a pink and felt like a battering ram inside me.
As I continued stroking his meat, Jay moved so that he was lying on his back. I moved and put my head on his chest, but didn't miss a stroke. He lay there, enjoying my touch, and ran his fingers lightly over my back. He rubbed my ass and then maneuvered so that his hand was under my arm and he was able to play with my tit.
I increased the speed of my strokes and placed my other hand on his sac. His hips started to move and I squeezed his balls, as I tightened my grip On his stick and increased the strokes. He squeezed my breast in appreciation and pinched the nipple. When he did that, I began beating his meat as fast as I could, squeezing his balls all the time.
When he shot his load, I squeezed his balls harder and tightened my grip on his cock, forcing out his juice. To my amazement, he still unloaded a lot of fluid. It even spurted onto my hand and onto his stomach. And that damn tool was still hard! Even after coming I don't know how many times, it was still up there, erect and begging for more.
I continued stroking, even after he was no longer coming. He didn't stop me. In fact, he played with my tits more than before. I pounded away at his prick until my arm was so tired I couldn't anymore. I climbed on top of him, with my cunt in his face, and lowered my head to his prick. There was no way I could take all of that in my mouth, but I would do the best I could.
I sucked on the head and felt his tongue dart into my box. I pushed my hips so that my cunt was rubbing his face, and squeezed his balls as I lowered and raised my head on his cock. Letting my teeth ride the ridge of his pole, I sucked long and hard each time I lifted my head. Meanwhile, he was not idle. He had his finger in my ass and was really giving me a rim job. He sucked on my lips and ran his tongue across them. Then he shoved his tongue as far as he could inside my box and moved it around.
It didn't take long and I was pushing my pussy into his face, coating his tongue with my fluid. At the same time, he gushed forward, shoving his cock deep into my throat. It was too long for me to take and I lifted my head slightly, but didn't lose a drop of his fluid. He continued to ream my box, making me spill every ounce I had been able to build up since our last frolic.
When I lifted my head off his cock, I saw that it was still erect. It hadn't limbered a bit! I didn't move from where I was and started stroking it again. I was determined to see just how much this son of a bitch could come.
Due to my movement, my ass was right in Jay's face and he began tonguing my hole. I wasn't able to respond but I didn't stop him. I stroked his meat as fast as I could, playing with his balls all the time, until he again unloaded. This time, his come shot so high it hit me in the face. I rolled off him and laid on my back, with my hand still clinging to his cock. His prick still refused to go down. I didn't know what else to do.
"I tongued you that time, Janet, and you didn't come. What's the matter, are you empty?"
"Yes, Jay. There's only so much some of us can do, you know." Mine was a statement of fact. At least, it was for me.
He moved so that he was between my legs and I felt that big ram-rod pushing against the opening to my box.
"Janet, I'm going to fuck you until this thing goes down. If you start hurting, or have to move, let me know and I'll stop. But, until you say something, I'm going to fill up your box with my juice until I don't have any left."
I glanced at the clock. It was eleven-thirty. Jay started pushing that big stick into my wet box. The next time I looked at the clock it was after one in the morning. He had ridden me for an hour and a half, had shot off God only knows how many times, and was still fucking me like he could go on forever. I wasn't completely subdued, however. Although I couldn't come as often as he did, I must have shot my load a dozen times while he was screwing me.
But I did get the satisfaction of seeing his cock down to normal size. Around two o'clock or a little after, he finally rolled off me. He had been pushing that king-size prick into my cunt for the better part of two and a half hours and had filled and re-filled my pussy with come. When he finished that morning, I looked down and saw his prick limber, hanging pitifully between his legs. '
"Janet, you're the first girl I have ever been able to fuck until I just couldn't come any more. For once in my life, I don't believe I have any juice left inside me.
"And," he continued, "you're the first girl I've ever known to come as much as you have. You almost matched me time for time. You are really some good, hot piece. I'd like to have you around all the time."
There was no way he was going to keep me around all the time. I'd never be able to stand it. I like a good tumble in the bed, and I adore big cocks like his, but he would fuck me to death inside a month. Even I can come only so much, and when I left the hotel that night, or rather, early that morning, I was so sore that I had to walk very slowly to the nearest cab stand. I didn't even feel like walking home, although I only lived about three blocks away.
CHAPTER FIVE
Regardless of the number of experiences, or side adventures into sex, I never enjoyed any of them as much as my sessions with Rod. My husband left on a trip, and Rod and I had several days together. Sam had been home for almost a month this time, and we had had only two fucking sessions. I was horny as hell and anxious for him to go away on another trip, so Rod could take care of my deep-seated desires.
Because of my hunger for a big, juicy cock, very little time was spent on preliminaries when Rod showed up at the apartment that night. We had a couple of drinks and only for a short time did we indulge in small talk. Rod looked into my eyes, set his drink on the coffee table, and took me into his arms. Our kiss was long and hot, as our tongues played a tango.
Rod put his hand inside my sweater and unsnapped the bra. Then, returning to the front, he kneaded my tits. The nipples were already fully erect, aiming straight out. He pulled the sweater up and kissed and sucked the nipples. I rubbed the back of his head with one hand and with the other, moved to his hardening cock.
God, how I wanted that, how I'd missed it!
I leaned back and closed my eyes, letting Rod do his expert manipulations. I was wearing skin-tight jeans and when he put his hand on my crotch, I spread my legs to allow him easier access. I knew he could feel the heat from my pussy, and lifted my hips so he could cover my entire crotch. He was nipping my tits and sucking hard, at the same time softly rubbing between my legs.
"Ummm, don't stop, Rod. It feels so good."
"I don't intend to," he replied, temporarily leaving my nipples. Slowly he rubbed my pussy, and I knew he could now feel the dampness. When my body began to move, he pressed harder, causing me to moan.
Rod moved to my stomach and tongued my navel. My hands were busily rubbing his head and pressing his face to my body. I was as hot as a firecracker and could explode at any minute.
Lifting his head, Rod looked into my glazed eyes.
"Please, Rod, continue. Don't stop." I was pleading with my voice as well as my body. He still had his hand on my cunt and I couldn't sit still.
"I'm not going to stop. Do you want it here, on the couch?"
My body eased its movements and I looked at him.
"No. The couch is too small. I have a feeling we're going to need more room."
I led him to the bedroom and started to undress.
"Let me do that," he said, softly.
I dropped my hands and looked at him, then placed myself at his disposal.
He pulled the sweater over my head and gently brushed my hair with his hands. Next, he unsnapped the jeans, pulled the zipper down and, at the same time, put his hands between my legs. Continuing, he pulled the jeans down over my hips. He got down on his knees to remove the pants from around my ankles. While doing that, he leaned forward and kissed my pussy. I inhaled deeply and pushed my body hard against his face. I was roughly massaging my tits, pulling at the nipples, and putting my hands over the mounds and squeezing. I was so hot I was delirious.
Still on his knees, Rod reached behind me and played with my buttocks. Then, manipulating expertly, he put his hand through my legs, causing me to spread them apart. He turned and, sitting on his rear, facing the same direction I was, moved to where his face was between my legs. Lifting his head, he kissed my cunt, sending shivers of joy through every nerve cell in my burning body.
As he darted his tongue in and out of my joy box, my hips gyrated madly, so much so in fact, that sometimes I would move away from his mouth. When I did, I always returned quickly. I was enjoying it too much to do anything to stop it.
My tits were red where I had been handling them, and I was getting so wrapped up in what Rod was doing that I pinched the nipples too hard and had to ease off.
I glanced down and all I could see of Rod was from the prick to his feet. I saw that that monstrous pole was erect and ready for some fucking. Although I wanted to do something to take care of him, I was too caught up, emotionally, to do anything about it. I didn't want anything to interfere with this sex orgy. And, when he nibbled at my cunt lips, I almost came.
Suddenly, I felt Rod's tongue deep inside me, touching every square inch of my pussy. I moaned and threw my head back. My mouth flew open and my tongue waved wildly. My hands travelled over my volcanic body, to my stomach, back to my breasts, then down to where my thighs came together. The more Rod's tongue worked, the longer my hands stayed at my crotch. Without realizing it, I was rubbing my clit frantically, completely lost in my own heat.
Under this kind of pressure, it wasn't long before I reached a peak and felt the milky juices erupt. Moaning loudly with each spurt, I almost fell from the excitement. Fortunately, we were beside the bed and I grabbed hold of the headboard.
Rod continued moving his tongue inside my box. The longer he stayed, and the deeper he plowed, the more climaxes I had. When the last drop had drained, and I quit jerking, Rod moved. I could feel the juice running down between my legs and rubbed my clit in great satisfaction.
"Oh, Rod, you're wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" I pressed against him and kissed him hard on the mouth. Taking his prick in my hand, I stroked it.
We moved to the bed and I lay next to him, my arm across his chest and my leg on his stomach. He turned and started rubbing my back. His hand slid down to my buttocks and he pushed inward, pressing my body against his. Then he moved me onto my back and, getting on his knees, ran his fingers over my body. He used the lightest touch, just letting the tips perform sensations as he traversed me from head to foot.
I closed my eyes and relaxed. His fingers were working their magic. As they travelled over me, first touching my tits, then the mound of hair at my cleavage, I rubbed behind his leg, up to his buttocks, then around to the front, coming to rest on his hard hunk of meat.
This must have sent a thrill through Rod because he spread his legs so I could have access to his sac. Sensing his movement, I gently kneaded his balls and stroked his penis.
Taking hold of his cock, I pulled him closer to me. While he continued his enticing finger touch, I kissed his hunk and played with his balls. I ran my tongue along the side and teasingly licked the head. I knew I was driving him insane, and that it was all he could do to concentrate on me.
I was slowly moving my body, not gyrating madly as before. I spread my legs, a little at a time, as his fingers moved up my thighs. When they were opened a few inches, he lightly pulled his finger along the inside of my legs and brushed across my cunt. Every time he did, I raised my body to meet his fingers.
The more Rod manipulated, the wetter my pussy became. He slowed his movement with his fingers, rubbed the trembling lips of my cunt in a circular motion, and caused me to raise my hips even faster.
While Rod was doing this, I was busily kissing his prick and running my tongue along the side. I even put it in my mouth and sucked on it. I knew he must have been feeling the heat, too, because the large vein underneath his prick was pulsating wildly. I continued kissing and sucking, and knew he was on the verge of coming. His fingers travelled to my clit and then he pushed a finger deep into my box and moved it around, touching all sides.
I was wild. His finger moved around inside me like a probe in a dark, damp forest, and was maddening. I gobbled at his prick and he pushed his finger even deeper inside my cunt. I reacted by rubbing his cock along my face as I humped against his finger, which he was now pumping in and out at a rapid pace. I crossed my legs, entrapping his finger where he couldn't move it. I moved my other hand to his balls and squeezed, not hard, but enough to let him know I was coming. I had shot off three times when Rod had tongued me. Now, with his finger in my cunt, I was doing it again, and again, and again!
When I finished, my legs relaxed. I was still holding his manhood and kissed it several times. Opening my eyes, I spoke for the first time, in a satisfied, breathless voice.
"Rod, you haven't come yet. Screw me. It's time you had some fun, too."
He pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and slid it under my ass. With my pussy fully exposed, he could see the white juices mixed with the ebony bush between my legs. I know my pink, moist cunt lips were enticing, and I spread my legs, inviting him into my pussy.
Rod climbed on top and before he could do anything, I reached down and pulled his steel bar into my waiting hole. Entry was easy since my box was so full of my own juice.
With hips elevated, Rod's prick had greater access to the juicy heaven. He pushed in slowly until the head was against my far wall. I inhaled deeply as his monstrous cock hit home. Rod pulled his cock out to the tip and then moved in slowly until our bodies met. His pole slid in my groove deliriously and hungrily. I was too drained to come again this soon, but was anxious for Rod to enjoy my body, as well as my hole. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts and pulled him to me and sucked his nipples. Biting into them, I flicked my tongue across the tips.
Supposedly, a man is insensitive in his breasts, but I believe Rod reacted to the same sensation that I do when anyone nibbles on my tits.
I dropped my hands to his balls and massaged them. No sooner did I touch them than he rammed his big cock home and came in my pussy. I pulled him to me and hugged him tightly. He must have poured out a gallon of juice, ramming deeply into me each time he released a spurt.
We rested for a long time, wrapped in each other's arms, not speaking. "No words were necessary. We were both deeply content just being together. In the area of sex, Rod and I were well suited for each other.
After quite a while of resting, and letting the juices replenish themselves, I moved to my knees and bent over his prick. Almost at the first touch, it stood erect as a flag pole, and almost as big. I lovingly kissed his hair and his prick, and took his balls in my mouth and sucked on them.
Rod panted and moaned as his hand travelled my body, to my back, to my buttocks, and to my asshole, where he teased it with one of his fingers. The more I sucked his sac, the wilder he humped, pushing his hips hard against my face.
I took his prick in my mouth and, to give him the best enjoyment I could, moved my head up and down very slowly, letting my teeth ride along the smooth skin, and sucking gently as I did. Rod reacted by playing with my cunt, which soon became very wet.
I was concentrating so much on satisfying him that I didn't realize what he was doing until I felt his finger slide into my pussy. When I felt that, I went down on his throbbing cock as far as I could, and almost choked. I then brought my mouth up slowly on his shaft, sucking deeply as I did. When I reached the purple head, I nibbled at it with my teeth and lapped at it with my tongue. Now, it was Rod's turn to gyrate, and he did, wildly. He was humping so much I could hardly keep in rhythm with him. At the same time, he was fingerfucking me rapidly, causing me to heat up and respond to his thrusts.
When he made the final, hard upward push with his cock and stayed there, I knew he was ready to come. Removing his prick from my mouth, I stroked it swiftly with my hand and watched joyously as the white liquid shot halfway across the room.
The sight of the fluid exploding from Rod's cock, and his continual thrusts with his finger, caused me to come. As I did, I squeezed his prick tightly and saw the last ounces of juice struggle from the small hole. Although I had come, Rod left his finger inside my box and used his other hand to rub my clit, causing me to come some more.
I laid down on his pubic hair and held onto his now limber pole. Each time I felt my liquid spurt, I would squeeze his tool. Finally drained, I gave his delightful prick an appreciative squeeze and nestled into Rod's arms.
After a short rest, he spoke.
"Janet, I really hate to say this, but it's getting late and I'm going to have to leave. Tomorrow is a work day for me, and a busy one."
I held him tightly, not wanting him to leave. But, I knew he had to have his rest. We couldn't fuck all night-damn it. I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
We talked for a few more minutes, all the while Rod was gliding his hand over my breasts, across the tips of the nipples, which were again erect.
Looking down, I chided him, "Keep that up, fellow, and you won't be leaving here tonight."
Rolling me on my back, Rod put a pillow under my hips. Thinking he was going to climb into my saddle, I spread my legs for his entry. He moved on top of me and kissed me firmly on the lips. He then moved to my tits. Nibbling each one, he went from there to the navel. I knew what he was going to do, now. I closed my eyes and moved my hands to my stomach. My mind was reeling in wild anticipation of what was to come.
Rod bit into my clit and I let out a groan of pleasure. He kissed my cunt and my body shuddered. Pulling the lips into his mouth, he sucked and nibbled. My body responded. I moved my hips into his face and with my hands pushed his head into my box.
Rod took his tongue and sensually licked my pussy. I hunched against him and when he pushed his tongue into my flaming oven, I wrapped my legs around his head and shot my load. I had him in such a grip I was sure I would crush his head. He lapped his tongue inside me, as my juice continued to coat his mouth and his tongue. I was letting out grunts of delirious passion.
When my pussy was empty, I pulled him until he was on top of me and his stiff cock was resting against my quivering, moist hole. I covered him with kisses-his mouth, his eyes, all over his face.
"Fuck me, Rod. Make me come again." I still had a few drops left and wanted to rid myself of them.
He shoved his stiff cock into my wet box and moved my legs to where the ankles were resting on his shoulders. This pulled my ass off the bed and allowed his cock to penetrate deep inside me. Rod was unable to reach my tits from this angle, but they were taken care of-I was handling them like mounds of dough, rolling, squeezing, and kneading.
My eyes were closed, my mouth was open, and I was groaning as he pumped harder and faster. This time, we came together, in a resounding crescendo, with Rod jamming all the way home as our fluids met. It seemed like his final shove home tore my insides up, but if it did, I could have cared less. It was a pain of utter pleasure, a fuck worthy of the gods.
When Rod finally pulled himself from the apartment, I lay on the bed for a long time, a warm glow throughout my body. A feeling of true, deep sexual satisfaction numbing my senses.
God, what a man! Damn, what a cock!
CHAPTER SIX
I guess that by relating my sexual experiences, and feelings, it makes me seem like a nymphomaniac. Maybe I am, to some degree, if anyone can be only partly nympho. It probably is a lot like being a little bit pregnant. I don't really know. I do know that I enjoy a good tumble in the bed-often-and am usually in the mood for a good screwing, almost everyday of the week.
My introduction to the wonderful world of sex did not come at an early age, not in comparison to some girls. I have heard some who were initiated as young as eleven years old. For me, I was past my fourteenth birthday before I ever had a prick in my hole.
My mother and father divorced when I was twelve years old. Two years later, my mother remarried and my stepfather had two boys, ages fifteen and seventeen. I was to soon learn that they had lost their cherries at very young ages and had had sex many times before they became my stepbrothers. They were to initiate me into bedroom games, which were to lead to many other bedroom gatherings as I grew older.
By age fourteen, I was well-developed, with ample breasts, nice hips, and a slender waist. I often caught my brothers looking me over, especially at night when I was in a flimsy gown, or when I was running around in a tight sweater or shorts. I didn't think anything about it, however, because my virginity, at the time was well intact. I had often thought about boys, and what boys and girls did together, but had never taken the step myself, although I had been propositioned several times.
My cherry was smashed one night, several months after my mother had remarried, when she and my stepfather were at a party. I was home with my brothers, Tom and Carl, alone. I was in my room studying and was dressed in a sheer, chiffon nightgown, which fell just below the knees. It covered me enough so that notling was showing, but did not hide the attributes of my figure.
I was concentrating on my studies and didn't notice movement at the door until I heard a slight sound. Turning, I saw Tom and Carl standing in the doorway, dressed only in jockey shorts. My eyes fell to the bulges between their legs and I felt an odd twinge between my legs.
Shrugging it off, I looked at their faces. There was some sign there, I just didn't know what it was.
"Need any help with your homework, Janet?"
"No. Thanks just the same, Tom. I think I can get it."
The two boys walked into the room and sat on the bed. Their bulges were large now; so was the twinge between my legs. We talked for a while and then Carl said, "Are we disturbing you? Keeping you from your homework?"
"No. I'm just about finished."
We talked a while longer, and I kept noticing that they were really looking me over. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, but didn't ask them to leave. Evidently, I was a little nervous, because I knocked the pencil off the desk. When I bent over to pick it up, my tits were almost completely exposed under the loose gown. Tom reached down and put his hand inside my gown and cupped my breast. He squeezed, but not hard, just enough to cause the nipple to shoot up almost immediately. No boy had ever touched me there before, although many had tried. Tom's touch was even more effective because it was on bare skin not through a bra or sweater.
I pulled away and Tom let go. He smiled and I know I blushed.
"Tom, don't do that."
"What's the matter, Janet? Hasn't a boy ever touched you there before?" Carl was looking at me hungrily.
"No ... no. No boy has ever...." I trailed off, and dropped my head.
"Don't tell me you're a virgin?" Tom asked, surprise in his voice.
When I didn't answer, they looked at each other. A smile of anticipation crossed their faces.
"Janet," Carl asked, "do you mean a boy has never rammed his dick into you? Never once?"
I shook my head and replied, "Don't, Carl, please. Don't talk that way."
Tom rose from the bed and removed his shorts. His pole was standing straight out and to me, at the time, it looked as big as a telephone pole. Of course, since that night, I've had much larger ones inside my cunt. But, that night was the first time I had ever seen a boy exposed.
"Tom," I said, disbelief in my voice, "what are you doing? Put your clothes back on."
He ignored my plea and continued talking.
"Janet, you don't know what you're missing. It's the most enjoyable thing you'll ever experience." He was rubbing his prick, and was standing just inches from me. Although I was embarrassed, and wanted them to leave, I couldn't take my eyes off that hunk of meat.
Carl stood up and removed his shorts. Two years younger, his penis was not as large as Tom's, but it was still big.
I couldn't help but look at them. I also noticed the bag hanging between their legs and the hair around the base of their shafts. That twinge was more prominent between my legs and I couldn't understand what was coming over me.
"Listen," Tom continued, "when you have sex for the first time, it hurts a little, but just for a short time, then you feel nothing but pleasure. Come on, let me show you what I mean."
He took me by the hand and pulled me from the chair.
"No, Tom. I don't want to do ... do that. Please, leave me alone."
"Come on, Janet," Carl inserted. "You'll like it. We promise. Don't we, Tom?"
"You bet." Tom was playing with my breasts through the gown and although I put my hand on his to pull him away, I didn't use much force.
Carl took my hand and placed it on his prick; then he folded my fingers around it.
"See, Janet, see how good it feels. Just think how it will feel in between your legs, going into your soft, wet pussy. It'll make you shoot your load time after time."
"Please, Carl. Don't say things like that."
It was no use. They knew what they were doing. They figured that by talking dirty, they would get me aroused.
"Just imagine," Tom took (up the plot, "this hunk of meat pushing against your cunt. The lips opening up, and it sliding in and out of that juicy box. You'll have the thrill of a lifetime."
Before I knew what was happening, Carl had moved behind me and had pulled the gown up over my head. I stood before them, naked as the day I was born. I tried to cover myself, but, of course, it was no use. They looked me over and let out a low whistle.
"Damn, Janet, it's a shame to keep a body such as yours under cover. And to keep that inviting pussy hidden from a good, anxious, hard dick. Come on, come here to the bed."
Tom pulled me by the hand and lowered me to the bed. I didn't resist. The twinge was causing my body to ache, and I felt an extremely warm sensation between my legs.
He pushed me back on the bed and bent over. When he took my nipples in his mouth, I closed my eyes. I felt Carl spread my legs, but I didn't resist. When he placed his finger on my box, I shuddered, but didn't pull away. He rubbed the cunt lips gently and soon my hips were moving to his touch. Almost instinctively, I responded to his manipulations. Evidently I was in the mood to lose my cherry that night, because from that moment on, I offered the two no resistance.
I felt the bed move and looked up to see Carl climbing toward me. Tom moved away and sat in the chair at the desk, but didn't take his eyes off the scene before him.
Carl kissed me gently on the mouth and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my joy box. He put his hand between my legs and rubbed my opening. I shifted my hips slightly and when I did, he placed the head of his prick on the moist cunt lips.
Slowly he pushed his cock into me. It hurt like hell, and it was all I could do to keep from screaming. Suddenly, Carl rammed his rod all the way in and I felt a sharp, tearing sensation as he banged against my wall. I yelped, but covered my mouth, as tears came to my eyes.
There was no taking it back now. My cherry was gone. Never again could I claim the title of virgin.
Carl started humping me, pulling his prick almost all the way out and then pushing it in, but not as hard as before. The pain began to subside and I found myself enjoying the feel of that hunk of meat moving against my inner walls. Soon, I reacted naturally and my hips rose and fell with his thrusts.
Carl hadn't screwed me more than a couple of minutes before I hit a climax. I don't know if everyone reacts the first time they come as I did, but when I came, I grabbed Carl and pulled him close to me. It was a sensation like I had never felt before and sent my head reeling. I clasped my legs around his waist and squeezed as hard as I could, at the same time pushing my body hard against his, wanting him to ram his hard cock deep inside me.
When I stopped coming, I released my legs and they fell limply to the bed. Carl had not come so he kept pounding at my hole, pulling his prick all the way out and then ramming it home. I grunted each time he did, but the pain I had felt earlier had completely disappeared. In fact, the more Carl pumped, the more it seemed to arouse me. Just about the time I was ready to start responding to his fucking, he came. He rammed home as hard as he could and I could feel his hot juice flood inside me.
When he finished, he moved from the bed and I opened my eyes. I noticed that his cock, now limbering, was covered with a mixture of red and white fluids.
"Janet, you certainly didn't lie when you said you were a virgin," Carl said, looking at his prick.
"How did you like it?" Tom asked, now standing beside the bed, his prick standing straight out. "Did it hurt very much?"
"Only at first," I answered, surprised at my own frankness. I avoided answering his question on whether or not I liked it-I did!
I was in the mood for some more fucking and looking at Tom's big, stiff cock, just inches away, I felt I wouldn't have to wait long. However, when the two boys left the room, I was puzzled. It was just moments, though, until they were back. Carl had quickly cleaned himself off and Tom had a warm, wet cloth. He gently rubbed between my legs, removing all traces of blood. His touch felt good to my sensitive lips, but I was in the mood to have them bruised a little. I didn't have to wait long.
Tom climbed on the bed and laid on top of me, rubbing his hard cock against my tender cunt lips. We kissed and I responded, gladly, as I raised my hips against his body. He reached down and pushed his cock into my hole.
His prick was a little larger than Carl's, but he had no trouble getting it in. I lifted to allow him freer access and was thrilled when his bigger tool rubbed against my hot walls. It sent shivers through my body. I met his every thrust as he pumped hard into me, making me groan and moan from both agony and pleasure. I couldn't control myself. Again, before I realized it, I was coming. Not as much as with Carl, but still enough to enjoy that wonderful feeling of letting my juices flow.
I groaned pleasantly, happily, as each spurt escaped from my pussy. Tom, who was not ready to come, continued fucking me. It seemed like he was in me for thirty minutes or more, pumping and pumping. With me not being wise in the ways of sex, I didn't know how to help him along. All I could do was lie there and let him fuck me until he came.
His continual fucking did do one thing-it brought me to a peak again and I came, even before he had come his first time. Even as inexperienced as I was, I realized that I was going to be one of those women who would want and like sex.
Finally, Tom came, filling my cavern with his white, sticky fluid. When he moved from the bed, there were only small traces of blood on his prick; there was, however, plenty of white fluid.
The three of us lay on the bed, resting from our recent experience. I was really feeling good. I had just lost my cherry, which made me a little sad, but I also had a radiant glow, and my cunt really felt wonderful. After a short time, I was ready to go again. I looked down at the naked bodies beside me and saw that their pricks were still Umber. Not knowing what to do, I continued to Ue there.
Maybe it was ESP, or whatever you want to call it, because in just a short time, I felt Carl's hand massaging my breasts. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch. He took my hand and placed it on his cock and wrapped my fingers around his balls. I squeezed gently and stroked his penis. It wasn't long before it was standing tall and proud.
He pulled me over on top of him and we kissed. I felt his hard pole pushing against my hairy mound and spread my legs, then closed them, entrapping his cock against my pussy. Carl reached down and pulled my legs off him, to where they were on the bed, and I was sitting on his stomach. Pulling me toward him, he guided his straining cock toward my hole.
When his prick was in my warm cunt, he put his hands on my shoulders and started pushing me up and down on his cock. I saw what he wanted me to do and began riding his tool. He removed his hands from my shoulders and massaged my tits, sucked on the nipples, and bit into them. This sent sparks of pleasure all through my body, even down to my cunt.
I pulled my body up until his prick was almost all the way out, then I sat down on him, taking his shaft all the way in my box. While in this position, Carl gently ran Jus fingers over my breasts, tweaking the nipples, and setting my body on an even hotter flame.
For the first time, I happened to look over at Tom. He was watching us, and looking at my tits with the erect nipples, and then down to the dark bush of my crotch intermingled with the lighter one of Carl's. That was all he could see, because I had Carl's prick all the way inside me. I did notice that Tom's cock was erect and that he was playing with his balls. Suddenly, he jumped up from the chair and left the room. I was too wrapped up in Carl's cock and how it was filling my box to really pay much attention to Tom.
Seconds later, Tom returned, and had a jar of vaseline in his hand. He rubbed it all over his cock, from the head to the base, and then pushed me forward, to where I was lying on Carl. I felt his finger working around my ass and him smearing the vaseline all over the area. Then I felt his finger move into the small opening and it hurt for just a second or two.
Tom took his finger out, put some more vaseline on it, then pushed it back into my ass. It didn't hurt that time. Now I knew what he was going to do. Before I could say anything, Tom was on the bed and had his stiff cock pressed against my asshole.
It hurt like hell as his big cock stretched the small hole, but when he started pumping, it eased off. I moved my legs to where I was spread out on top of Carl and as I rode his cock, Tom pumped me from behind.
Even up to this day, that was the last time I've ever had anyone screw me in both holes at the same time. It is an odd sensation and I don't know if I truly enjoyed it. I do know that when I shot off, the boys joined me. Cart pushed against me as hard as he could as he filled my pussy, and I could feel Tom coming in my asshole, and felt his fluid seep out onto my buttocks.
Both holes were sore for several days after that, but I soon got over the aching. We never did screw like that again, but we had many bedroom antics in the few years we were in the house together. In time, we each went our own way, but for the next couple of years, we fucked whenever we had the chance. Anytime Mom and Dad left the house for any period of time, we would run to the bedroom and knock off a piece or two.
And, of course, I couldn't give in to one without the other wanting his share.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tom and Carl introduced me to sex. After the introduction, I had dates with a lot of boys and, although I didn't put out for all of them, those that I wanted to satisfy, I did.
I guess in that way I'm not a true nympho. Some boys appealed to me while others didn't. And some I really got a horny feeling about. Usually, I was able to get any boy I wanted, and some I let taste my fruit more than once. One thing I never complained about was the lack of attention. Apparently, those who did climb into my saddle were satisfied, because they always came back for more.
Even my men teachers in school became interested in me. Once I lost my cherry, it seemed like I took on a different glow, became more appealing. Although I never tumbled with any of the teachers, one I will never forget was Mr. Baggett, an older man, who wore glasses, was slightly plump, and balding. He was married to a shrew of a woman and I guess he couldn't stand the thought of climbing on top of her at night, so he lived his fantasies at school.
Anyway, whenever I was in his class, I would make it a point to expose as much of my legs as I could without my classmates catching on to what I was doing. I really reveled in watching old man Baggett sweat, because when I crossed or uncrossed my legs, his eyes never missed a move, and he would become flustered, even forgetting what he was lecturing about. I often wondered what happened at home at night between him and his wife, once he had spent the day looking at all that young, tender stuff going in and out of his classroom.
As I said, once I lost the cherry, I didn't close the box. This became quite evident one night following a school dance.
I had gone to the dance with a boy, but he had gotten mad because so many of the other boys were paying attention to me. When the dance was over, I looked around for my date but he was gone. I shrugged my shoulders-and left, alone. I hadn't gone far when a car pulled up and five of the boys who had been at the dance called to me.
"Come on, Janet, we'll take you home."
"That's okay, fellows, it isn't far. I'll walk."
"Oh, come on, get in," one of them said, as he got out of the car and held the door for me.
I smiled and got in the back seat with two of the boys; three were sitting in the front seat.
"Are you in any hurry to get home, Janet?" the driver asked.
"No," I replied. "I still have over an hour before I have to be in."
"Let's go for a drive, then."
When I didn't say anything, he drove off.
No sooner were we in an unlighted area than one of the boys sitting next to me pulled me to him and kissed me full on the mouth. I didn't pull away, neither did I fully respond. This didn't deter him, because I felt his hand moving up my sweater. When I didn't push him away, he cupped my breast through the bra and squeezed.
The boy sitting next to me, seeing that I wasn't pushing his friend away, felt bold and maneuvered his hand up my skirt. When he touched the material of my panties, he rubbed my cunt and mound. I opened my legs to give him more room, and he really went to town. Pushing the material aside, he put his finger on my cunt lips and rubbed. In a very short time, with him rubbing between my legs, and the other boy massaging my breasts, I was wet and getting hot.
The hotter I became, the more I opened my legs. When they were spread far enough to allow him to manipulate, the boy shoved his finger into my pussy and rotated it, touching all the walls of my hot box. My hips started to move and although I didn't have much room to maneuver between them, I was able to hump into his finger.
Knowing they were really setting me on fire, the two boys increased their pressure. One unsnapped my bra and pinched and rubbed my nipples. The other continued finger fucking me, increasing the tempo the more I responded to his thrusts.
I let out a loud groan and squeezed my legs together. Everyone in the car knew I had come, and the driver, evidently in agony because he wasn't in on the thrill, cursed.
"Damn, man, let me in on that." He turned into a small dirt road and headed for a clump of trees. As soon as he stopped, all the boys poured out of the car and the one that had finger fucked me into coming wiped his finger on his handkerchief.
The driver raised the trunk lid and pulled out a couple of blankets. He spread them on the ground and all the boys undressed. I realized then, as I had earlier, really, that I was in for a gang bang. Five boys were stiff cocked, and there was no way in hell I could get out of it without letting each one of them mount me.
I took off my clothes and laid on the blankets. There was only a trace of a moon, and the trees blanked out most of what light there was. I was able to get a look at the build on the boys, though, and saw that they came in all different sizes, none of them exceptionally large, but all capable of giving a girl a good time. I spread my legs and invited them m.
My cunt was juicy from my recent climax and they had no trouble pushing their pricks inside me. The first boy fucked like mad, hardly able to hold himself still. In a matter of minutes, he had already come and was standing up, breathing heavily, looking at his shrinking cock.
The next boy was a little better and rammed home hard and deep, making me respond to his thrusts. When he came, I joined him, and our fluids filled my hole. The next three fucked me and in less than ten minutes, all five had come. I had managed to come only twice during the orgy.
I thought they had their fill and started to get up.
"No, Janet, stay there. That was only the beginning. We were so worked up over what happened in the car that we shot off almost the minute we pricked you. Now, we've come once, so this round should last longer."
Before I could say a word, the first boy was back on top of me. He screwed me slowly, but penetrated deeply with each pump. Soon, I was aroused and responded to his thrusts, raising my hips to meet him. I guess they had been too emotionally upset the first time around, for now they were in no hurry and fucked long and slow, enjoying my box to their fullest. I must admit that I enjoyed it, too. Each one went at least one more time, making ten mountings while we were there. I thought one or two of them wanted to go a third time, because they were slow in getting dressed.
I honestly believe I could have stayed there and fucked all night. The second time around I came with each one of them, making it eight times in just a little more than an hour. When I got home, I was still in a slightly horny mood and went looking for Tom and Carl. They were gone, so I went to bed.
Between my legs was sore, but I still rubbed the hairy mound and moved to the puffy lips of my cunt, rubbing them gently and slowly, remembering that only an hour before, it had been fucked with cocks ten times and finger fucked once. That should have been enough for any girl, but I was still hot. I dropped off to sleep without fingering myself, although I was on the verge of doing it before going to sleep.
I had several experiences before I was ever out of high school that, so far, I have never encountered again. I was fucked in the ass and in the cunt at the same time; five boys mounted me twice each in one night; then, I took part in a scene at a slumber party that I will long remember.
Shortly before graduation, four of us girls decided to have a slumber party. We had been friends through most of our school years and ran around together quite often. Since this would probably be our last fling together, we decided to sit up and talk all night.
The parents of the girl at whose house we stayed that night were out of town and would not return until the following day. So, we had the house to ourselves. As the night wore on, and the talk became bolder, it was soon apparent that none of us were virgins, and two of the girls had lost their cherries at a younger age than I had. We started' telling dirty stories and using dirty words. The more we talked, the braver we became. Soon, we were telling of our conquests.
The four of us were intimate friends, and had been for a long time. The stories they told I had no reason to douby. As for myself, I told several of the experiences I had had, but lefkout the ones with Tom and Carl and the night of the five boys. I didn't want them knowing I had had sex with my stepbrothers, and I didn't think they would believe I had been able to be screwed ten times in one night.
As our stories continued, I found myself getting aroused. I looked at the other girls and saw them crossing their legs and squeezing. The escapades we related brought back memories, mostly good ones, and with the memories the thoughts of cocks sliding in and out of our holes. It wasn't long before we realized what had happened.
"Girls," one of them brought up, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I think we had better stop these stories. I'm getting as horny as hell."
"Me, too," I volunteered, as I crossed my legs and squeezed, imagining a nice, big, stiff cock maneuvering around my crotch.
"Have any of you ever been eaten?" one girl asked.
We looked at each other. I knew I had never had the experience, although I had heard about such a thing, and had read of the reactions of women who had had a tongue job.
"No," we answered, almost in unison.
"Have you?" I asked, looking anxiously at my friend.
"Twice," she answered, not boasting, but making a statement of fact. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Tremendously," she said, a satisfying look on her face.
"What did it feel like?"
"It's hard to explain," she continued. "With a cock, it just slides in and out. Oh, it's good, damn good. Don't get me wrong. But, with a tongue, the right person can make you come and come and come. It seems like you'll never stop. He can make his tongue touch inside your box and nibble on your cunt, it'll drive you insane."
"Damn, I wish you'd be quiet," I said, only half-joking. My box was aching for satisfaction, and there was no way I was going to get it here, at this time of night.
"We can try it," said the girl who had started the subject. "It doesn't have to be a boy."
None of us spoke for several seconds. We hadn't done anything like that before and weren't certain we wanted to start now. I was horny, though, and had a bucket of juice I had to get rid of.
"Since you've had the experience, and know what to do," I stated, "why don't you show us how. Is that all right with the rest of you?"
The other girls nodded.
"Okay," she said. "I'll try you first, Janet. Then, you can tell the others how it feels. Then, we can work on each other. Is that okay?"
We all nodded.
I undressed and laid on the bed. Sylvia, the girl who was to initiate the orgy, also undressed and climbed onto the bed.
I thought she would head right for my hot box, but instead, she started running her fingers over my body, across my tits, pinching the nipples, then down over my stomach onto my mound. Her slightest touch sent shivers through my body and my hips twitched whenever she touched my legs or mound.
I looked at the other two girls, who hadn't taken their eyes off the scene before them, and they were entranced. They hadn't undressed, but I could see their bodies were aching to get the treatment I was getting.
Within just a matter of minutes, my legs spread at Sylvia's slightest touch. She rubbed her small fingers over my pussy, pinching the lips and getting me juicy. Then, she moved to where she was there between my legs. Lifting my knees so they were arched, she bent over and kissed my cunt.
I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. When Sylvia's tongue ran over the lips, I moaned and moved my hands to my tits. The girls taking in the scene realized the emotional pitch I was in and sat down near my head, on either side of the bed. They gently removed my hands and replaced them with theirs. I closed my eyes and relaxed, intent on enjoying the orgy.
Frances and Bonnie, the two other girls, worked my breasts without stopping. They kissed and sucked the nipples and massaged the globes. I was getting hotter and hotter and my hips were beginning to gyrate. Sylvia was darting her tongue in and out of my pussy, making me even hotter, and putting me on the verge of opening my floodgates.
"Frances, Bonnie," she said, "suck and bite her nipples. Don't stop. I'm going into her deep now with my tongue and when she comes, she'll be like a tiger."
They did as they were told, and I braced myself. Sylvia placed her head back between my legs and rammed her tongue in my hole as far as it would go. I about went crazy. She lapped at my walls, sucked my cunt lips, and nipped at my thighs. The two girls were chewing and sucking my tits. Sweat was pouring from under my arms, my forehead, and my neck. I was so delirious that I was pulling at the bed frantically with my hands, grunting and groaning madly.
When Sylvia returned to my volcanic box and rammed her tongue inside, I quickly wrapped my legs around her head and unloaded my juice. It spurted out in continuous, but jerky, emissions, and seemed like it would never end. Of course, with Bonnie and Frances putting my tits through such manipulations, and Sylvia drinking my come, I had no desire to stop.
But, all good things must come to an end. When I had no more fluid left, my legs fell limply to the bed. My eyes were closed and I was breathing heavily. My heart felt like a trip-hammer, pounding so hard I thought it would burst through my chest. I still had a glow on, although I had no more juice, and even though the girls were no longer playing with my breasts.
I opened my eyes and saw that all three of them were looking at me. Surprisingly, I was not embarrassed. How could I be? The screwing by Tom and Carl, and the gang bang with five boys, had not satisfied me anymore than Sylvia.
When my breathing eased, one of the girls asked how it was.
"Great," I panted, in all honesty. "Just great."
Bonnie and Frances, after working on my tits, and seeing my reaction to Sylvia's tongue job, were hot to trot. Frances lay down beside me and Bonnie lay with Sylvia. Sylvia, since she had just made me come, had really worked herself into a stew-No sooner were they on the bed than she pulled Bonnie to her breasts. Frances and I watched Sylvia maneuver Bonnie's head between her legs and when Eonnie began to eat at her pussy, Frances took my hand and put it between her legs.
I turned and, without removing my hand, started sucking Frances' tits. I bit into the nipples and ran my tongue over the tips. In the meantime, my fingers were gently playing with her mound and cunt. She moaned and her hips started to move.
"Now, Janet, now. Do it to me now." She was hot and wanted to come.
I moved between her legs and then bent down and kissed her moist lips. She raised her hips to meet my mouth and when she did, I pushed my tongue deep inside her box. I had never done this before and it gave me an odd sensation. I moved my tongue around inside her pussy, just as Sylvia had done to me.
Glancing up, I saw that Frances had her eyes closed and was playing havoc with her tits, almost to the point of pulling them off her chest. She was pinching the nipples so hard that I knew it must have hurt. But she didn't yell, just-moaned and twisted her hips, and humped into my tongue.
Being inexperienced in this sort of love-making, I don't know why I did what I did next, but it certainly put Frances in ten orbits. While I was busily eating her cunt, I moved my hand to her quivering buttocks and rubbed my finger along her ass. She let out a long, loud grunt and shoved her cunt into my face.
I felt a warm, sticky fluid coating my tongue and almost pulled away. But remembering the sensation Sylvia had caused in me, I didn't. I began hungrily and eagerly lapping at her juice as it spurted from her pussy. I soon felt it running out of her hole and down my chin. I didn't stop, though, and ate at her even harder. I pushed my finger into her ass and although I thought she was finished coming, that must have spurred her on because she humped again and I felt more fluid rushing onto my tongue.
When Frances' movements eased, I softly kissed her cunt and started to move away when I felt someone fingering my box. I turned and saw Sylvia standing behind me. I was on my knees, with my ass pointed outwards and my pussy fully exposed. She was gently rubbing my still wet lips and it sent shivers of joy through my body, reaching even to my nipples.
Bonnie had taken care of Sylvia's needs, now she had to have her turn. I was still kneeling between Frances' legs when Bonnie climbed on the bed. Frances hadn't yet gotten her breath back, but Bonnie couldn't wait. She climbed on Frances' face and started rubbing her pussy back and forth over her mouth.
Since I was in the position I was, I had a good view of everything going on. I saw Frances push her tongue into Bonnie's hole, as she moved her hands up Bonnie's body. Sylvia was working on my pussy, getting it wetter and wetter, and I was becoming more aroused. I reached over and started playing with Frances' hole, rubbing the lips, and sliding my finger in and out of her opening.
Bonnie was busily riding Frances' tongue and holding onto the bed post. I was fingering Frances' cunt like mad, as Sylvia fingered my hole faster and faster. Frances was beginning to respond to my fingering, as her hips began to rotate and she started humping into my finger.
When Sylvia kissed my box, I almost shot my load. I became so excited that I pulled my finger from Frances' hole and put my hand between my legs and rubbed. This upset Frances because she started to moan and writhe in agony. I was too wrapped up in what Sylvia was doing to me to help Frances. Realizing I wasn't going to help her anymore, Frances moved her hand between her legs and began fingering herself.
Sylvia pulled me by the hips, motioning for me to get off the bed. We laid down on the other bed and Sylvia mounted me, with her cunt in my face and her head between my legs. Before we could get started, we heard loud groans and looked toward the other bed.
Bonnie was jerking wildly, as she pushed her box into Frances' face and unloaded. Frances had her legs crossed and had pushed her finger as deep into her hole as possible. They both shot off at the same time.
Sylvia and I quickly started eating each other's pussies, ramming our tongues in and out of the holes as fast as we could, chewing on the lips, and sucking them into our mouths. When we came this time, I don't know where the juice came from, but we really unloaded, at least a bucketful-or so it seemed.
After that, we all had to rest, but we did have a few more box lunches before the night, or rather, the morning, was over.
That was the last orgy we ever had. Soon after that we graduated and went our separate ways. But, it will be a night I'll never forget.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Probably one of the wildest experiences I ever had took place a couple of years after I graduated from high school. I moved to another town, had my own apartment, a good job, and was happy with my life. I had men when I wanted them, and made friends with several of the girls at the office where I worked. Like me, most of them had long ago lost their cherries and enjoyed the companionship of men, especially well hung ones.
Three of us girls were sitting around my apartment one night and, for a change, had nothing on the agenda for that evening. We talked and had a few drinks, and the conversation revolved around everything except men. Suddenly, Eva, one of the girls, asked if we wanted to walk up town.
"Why not?" I said. "There's nothing doing around here. Anyplace in particular?"
"No," she replied. "Just do some window shopping, or whatever."
Eva, Chris, and I left the apartment and headed toward the center of town. The evening was warm and we were wearing short sleeve blouses and pants. We strolled slowly, with no destination in mind, looking in the windows and chatting about nothing in particular.
"Look there," Chris spoke up. "An X-rated theater, where they show all those dirty movies."
We stopped and looked across the street. We saw a few people going in and, even on occasion, a woman or two.
"Have either of you ever been to one of those movies?" I asked.
"I haven't," said Eva.
"Neither have I," replied Chris, "but I've always wanted to."
"You're kidding," I said.
"No. Why not? Other women go. I'd like to see what one's like inside."
"Well, let's go, then," I said, looking at the two girls.
"Are you serious?" asked Eva.
"Why not? I'd like to see what turns men on."
"I doubt if you've had any trouble doing that," Chris laughed.
"I've had no complaints," I smiled, looking at her, then across the street at the theater.
"I doubt if any of us have," inserted Eva. "But," she continued, taking Chris and me by the arms, "maybe we can pick up a few pointers."
We laughed like school children as we hesitatingly, almost embarrassingly; bought our tickets from the placid-looking girTat the window.
I don't know what we were so embarrassed about. I seriously doubted that we'd see anything in the movie that we had not either seen or done before.
When we walked in, we had to hold onto each other. The theater was very dark, despite the movie showing on the screen. Even after letting our eyes adjust to the dark, we still had difficulty finding seats. Not that the theater was full, but it was just so hard to see.
When we were finally seated, I looked around and saw that there were few people in the theater, and even fewer watching the movie. There were several women, each with a man, and it was easy to see the movie had already gotten them on the hot seat. In the same row with us, but at the far end, I saw a woman playing with a man's prick. It was outside his pants and she was stroking it lovingly. His hand was inside her blouse and I could see the material move as his hand rubbed her tits. His other hand was rubbing the mound through her skirt. I figured it wouldn't be long until he had his hand up her skirt and started a finger job on her.
Eva was sitting between Chris and me and I felt her jab me in the side. When I turned, she nodded for me to look down the other end of the row. Two men were playing with each other, one would suck the other's cock, and then they would switch off.
I whispered to Eva and Chris, "Maybe this is the wrong place for three single women to be. We won't have anyone to take care of us if we get worked up that way."
We giggled and turned our attention to the screen. I hadn't paid attention to the name of the movie, or what it was about. It didn't matter, because the first five minutes I watched the picture, I knew well what it was about.
I could see why it was rated 4-X. The girl on the screen reminded me of my gang-bang experience. She sucked and fucked so many times that I lost count. She had five men on the bed and was hopping from one to the other like a rabbit. She couldn't have come that fast, but who cared? Those big, thick cocks were straining to shoot off and she wouldn't stay on one long enough for him to come. She mounted one large stud and rode the rod for about a minute. Then, she got off him and started sucking another stiff cock, and moved on.
I became entranced with what was happening on the screen and before I realized it, I felt that familiar twinge between my legs. Uh oh! Better get out of here before this gets worse and I have to finger myself.
"Girls," I leaned over and whispered, "I think we had better leave. Don't know how long I can stand this. Besides, I just saw the couple on the other end of the row hot at it. She's sucking him and he's fingering her like mad."
Eva and Chris looked past me just in time to see the girl jerk and the man pull her head hard down on his cock. Apparently, they both shot off just as we looked.
"I see what you mean," Eva said. "I'm already getting hot just watching the movie. Seeing the thing happen live really turns me on. Let's go."
"Wait a minute," Chris said. "Maybe we won't have to leave."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Look."
Eva and I followed the direction of her nod and saw three men headed our way, one from either end of the row, and one coming in behind us.
Thinking, and hoping, that something might develop, we sat back.
"Hi," a low, deep voice said, coming from the young man who sat down next to me.
"Hello," I said. I could barely make out his features, but from what I could see, he was quite attractive.
"Enjoying the movie?" he asked.
"In a way," I replied, certain he would catch my meaning.
"It does sort of make the thermometer rise, doesn't it?" It was more a statement of fact than a question.
"Pssst, Janet, move over. The man behind wants to come up here." Eva had already found her a conquest.
The man sitting next to me heard her and took my hand. We moved over one seat.
I sneaked a look at Eva and Chris and saw that the men had their arms around the girls, slowly rubbing their shoulders, and all four were intent on the movie. I then realized that the man next to me was still holding my hand. He didn't offer to release it when he spoke.
"I'm Bill."
"Janet," I replied. No last names were volunteered, and I did not pull my hand away. We turned our attention to the screen and saw that the starlet was still hopping from one to the other. Now, however, she was staying on each man long enough to let him come.
She didn't come with them, but whenever I saw the men hump and unload their juices, my legs ached and the twinge in my pussy sent an erotic sensation through my system. There was no way a normal person could watch something like this go on and not get emotionally aroused.
I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw Eva's friend rubbing between her legs. She had spread wide and was not pushing him away; in fact, she was inviting him in. While he rubbed, they kissed and, I could imagine, played a tango with their tongues. I couldn't see what Chris and the man with her were doing, but I did notice her legs moving rapidly.
Bill was still holding my hand but the movie soon got to him. He placed it between his legs and I felt his hard cock throb. I squeezed, letting him know I was sexually aroused, too.
He unzipped his pants and let his prick fly out. It was ramrod straight, and stood up proud and tall. I took it in my hand and stroked. He turned slightly and put his hand inside my blouse. I was braless so he found no restriction to my tits and nipples, which he immediately began rubbing.
I was still watching the screen and when the girl sucked off one of the men, and I saw that white fluid seep between her mouth and the hard cock, I squeezed Bill's manhood even harder. He moved his arm to where it was around my shoulder. Shifting slightly, he pushed until his hand was inside my blouse and he could reach my right tit. He placed his other hand between my legs,-which sprang open the minute he touched them.
I know I was wet, and could imagine how hot my crotch must have felt to his hand. With my free hand, I unsnapped the side button of my pants. When Bill saw me do that, he pushed his hand inside my pants, through the bikini panties, straight to my hole.
I stroked his cock feverishly but, being right-handed, knew I was doing a lousy job. I couldn't do any better, though, because Bill was finger fucking me like mad and my hips were moving a mile a minute. I had closed my eyes and could have cared less what was on the screen. I was getting my own thrill here in the seat, in real life.
Bill shoved his finger deep into my pussy and rotated it. The minute he did, I shot off and he felt the fluid hit his finger. He moved his finger around inside me, causing me to come a couple more times. When I finished, he pulled his finger out, but put his hand on my box.
"How about taking care of me, now," he said.
I looked at him, and he pulled my head down to his cock. My back strained due to the position of the arm rest, so I shifted slightly. When I did, he shoved his finger back in my cunt.
I wasted no time, and bit right into his throbbing cock. I played with his balls as he rubbed my head with his free hand. His cock was already wet when I first put my mouth on it and I Gcked the juice off the top. I squeezed his balls as I sucked hard each time I pulled up on his cock.
"Damn, that's good," he whispered, pushing my head down on his prick, at the same time lifting his hips as much as he could.
When he shoved his hips up, his prick went so deep into my throat that it choked me. I tried to pull away but when I did, he rammed his finger deep inside my cunt and caused me to come again. The minute I unloaded my first spurt, he knew it and came at the same time, pushing my head all the way down on his cock until my nose was against his hair.
He had difficulty breathing, and even more in swallowing, as his fluid painted my throat and tonsils. I thought he would never stop. He came long after I had finished, but wouldn't let my head up. I swallowed and swallowed, I had no choice. He unloaded drop after drop down my throat, and I could do nothing but let him.
Finally, when he was drained, he loosened his grasp on my head and I jerked up quickly, gasping for air.
"I'm sorry, Janet, but I couldn't help myself. I haven't shot off in two weeks, and you really tore me up. You're the best I've ever had."
My eyes were closed as I slowly regained my breath. I still hadn't replied to him, but wasn't mad, the way he thought. I was only scared for a minute, afraid I was going to smother to death.
"Are you all right?" he asked, concern in his voice.
He took my hand and held it.
Finally, with my breath back, I turned to him.
"I'm okay, BUI. And there's nothing to apologize for. I understand how things like that can happen. I can really get emotionally wrapped up, to such a point that I forget how my partner might be suffering."
"Thank you, Janet. I appreciate your honesty. And, I meant what I said, I've never been eaten like that before."
I squeezed his hand and then looked over at Eva and Chris. Apparently they had just gone through the same experience, because they were wiping their mouths and straightening their clothes. When they were readjusted, the men put their arms back around them and their hands inside their blouses. I smiled as I saw the material over their breasts move.
Turning my attention back to the screen, I saw that the star was now getting her treatment. Apparently her lover was in to take care of her, because he was undressing her and running his hands over her body. He bent over and kissed her tits, making the nipples jump up, and rubbed his hand between her legs. When her screen Romeo pushed her back on the bed and buried his head in her crotch, I had to cross my legs and squeeze them together.
I guess Bill must have seen my reaction, because he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Do you like to be eaten, Janet?"
"Uh hmmm," I replied, without moving my eyes from the screen.
I noticed a movement and turned to look at him. He was looking at his watch. I started to say something when he whispered in my ear.
"I'm just passing through town, Janet, and have a train to catch in forty-five minutes. That doesn't give us time to go to your place or to a hotel. But I do want to return the favor you did for me."
"I thought you were with these two men," I said, nodding to my right.
"No," he replied. "I guess we saw the three of you at the same time and the same thoughts must have crossed our minds. No, I'm by myself, and do have to leave tonight. I have no choice."
I still didn't understand what he was driving at and must have had a quizzical look on my face.
"I walked around some before I came to the movie and noticed a small park about a block down the street. It was almost deserted when I walked by and there seemed to be some pretty dark places in there. Let's leave, and I'll give you a good eating in the time I have left before I have to catch the train."
My cunt ached just thinking about having his tongue dart in and out of my box. I squeezed his hand and leaned over to Eva.
"I'D see you all tomorrow."
I don't think she even knew we left. Her eyes were closed and she wai busily stroking the cock of the guy next to her. He was rubbing her cunt and she was in heaven.
Bill and I slipped from the theater, hand-inhand, and I felt the wetness between my legs as we hurried down the street.
He had been right. There was a small park just about a block away, and it was unoccupied-and dark. We hurried to a grassy spot behind some trees and, looking around, saw that no one was near. He swept me into his arms and gave me a hard kiss as I pushed my body against his.
Bill unsnapped my pants and slid them to the ground, my panties soon followed. Gently, he lowered me to the soft grass and immediately buried his face between my legs. He licked my clit and sucked on the lips. I was already so hot that I knew it would only be a short time until I shot my wad. He kissed my cunt lips and plowed his tongue into my eager cavern. When he did, I pulled his head hard against my box and raised my hips to him. As he licked my insides, I unloaded my juice, coating his tongue, and giving him a lot of fluid to lap up. The more he tormented my box, the more I shot off and it seemed like an eternity before my container was empty.
Finally, though, I released his head and felt him move away. I lay there on the grass, exhausted, too drained to move. I could only make out an outline of his figure, since it was so dark, but did feel him bend over me.
"I have to go, Janet, but I want to thank you."
"Thank you," I replied, breathlessly. "I had to come, and you gave me a terrific eating."
He slipped away and I lay there for a few minutes, regaining my strength. When I felt sufficiently back in order, I turned to get up when I heard a low voice from somewhere near.
"Don't move, lady," it said.
I stopped dead in my tracks. The voice wasn't menacing or threatening, but I was scared. My heart jumped into my throat, and I felt goose pimples all over my body.
"I'm not going to hurt you," the voice spoke again, and I could barely make out a form deep in the shadows.
"I saw what just happened, and figure that now you need a good, fat, hard dick stuck in that hole. Eating never does give you the full satisfaction that a hunk of meat does."
Before I could say a word, I felt a large body on top of me. Whoever he was, he had not taken off his clothes, and I could swear I felt metal buttons against my naked body. One thing I felt for certain was a huge pole pushing against my wet, gaping cunt.
"Like I said, lady, I won't hurt you."
Those were the last words the man spoke. He aimed his big cock at his target and scored a bulls eye. It pushed my walls wide apart as it plowed deep into my box. It was a good thing I was already wet; if I hadn't been, he would have torn up my insides.
But, God, did it feel good as it moved along my pussy. I raised my hips and let him send his prick home. When he rammed it against my far wall, I grunted, but raised up for more. He pulled his prick out to the tip and then shoved it into my waiting, anxious cunt.
His thrusts were slow, but not especially easy. He pushed it home every time, making me grunt when he did. As his pace quickened, my hips moved faster and faster. I was building up quickly, and wanted to come when he did.
I threw my arms around his shoulders, and felt that his clothes were a rough material, much like a uniform. I didn't give c damn what he was wearing, or who he was. I only wanted that big pole of his to fuck me and to fuck me hard, make me unload a gallon of come if he could.
And he almost did. He pulled it out until only the head was inside me and then rammed it home as far and as deep as he could. I almost yelled out loud when he did, but was able to control myself. When I felt his hot liquid in my box, I opened my gates to meet him. I humped against his hard cock and met each of his spurts with a spurt of my own.
When my juice was all gone, I eased off and collapsed to the ground. My lover, whoever he was, silently got up and left.
As I lay there regaining my strength, I thought about my unknown lover. The only thing I did know about him was that he had a big hunk of meat between his legs and that if he's married, his wife must have one helluva good time every night. I could just imagine the torture she goes through trying to suck him off. But, I'd like to trade places with her for one long, fucking evening.
I moved slowly as I rose from the ground and finally dressed. Between my legs was wetter now than when I came to the park. The thought of being eaten by one man, and then having a big, thick, juicy cock rub my cunt walls by another, someone I'd probably never know, left tingling sensations all through my body.
I tried to straighten my clothes and hair the best I could and as I walked from the park, into the street, a policeman passed by.
"Good evening, miss," he said, as he touched his night stick to his hat.
I noticed he was wearing a satisfied, yet secretive, smile on his face. His voice was familiar, but I couldn't place it. I also saw that he was wearing a jacket with metal buttons.
No! It's impossible! A policeman? No. Yet, as I watched the large bulk of man walk down the street, I couldn't help but wonder-was he the one?
CHAPTER NINE
I have had some experiences in sex that bring back a lot of memories. I realize other girls may have had more, but I feel that mine were just as enjoyable, if not as unusual. Another one that brings back arousing memories is when I got involved in a poker game-the card kind of game, at least, at the start.
About a year or so before Sam and I met, I was at a small party at a friend's apartment. There were only six people there, evenly divided between men and women, and we talked and danced and had a few drinks, along with sandwiches and tidbits.
Late in the evening, as things began to die down, one of the men suggested we have a game of poker. Since there were six of us, we could all play. The pme started off well, but after an hour or so, we became bored. The man who had originally suggested poker came up with another idea. He suggested we play strip poker.
We had had enough drinks to cause us to throw caution to the wind, so we all agreed. Amazingly, as we played, we each won about the same number of times and after a while, the girls were down to bras and panties and the men to socks and shorts. A few more hands and I had lost both my undies, the men were almost completely nude, and one girl still had her panties on. It wasn't long before we were all in our birthday suits.
Finally, when we were completely naked, we all sat back and laughed, but none of us moved to put our clothes on. Seeing the assets that each possessed, combined with the drinks, had put us all in the mood for a little more than a card game.
I could tell the men were ready because, although their pricks weren't sticking out, they certainly weren't hanging limp. And the girls, me included, kept looking at those cocks, anxious to try them out.
"Okay, girls," Bob said. He was the one who had originally thought of the card game. "How about a little sex orgy, now that we're undressed and won't have to waste time."
"Shall we pair off into beds and rooms?" queried Ellen, the hostess.
"Shit," Russell said, evident that he had had more to drink than the rest of us, "I'm tired of the same old screwing job, face-to-face, slam bang, and it's over."
"Any suggestions for something different?" I asked.
The third man, Jack, spoke up. "I do. If you're game for it."
"What's that?" asked Carla.
"When I was in Mexico a few years back, I went to a cat house and saw a demonstration that about blew my mind. I've never seen anything like it since and have always wanted to try it."
"What's that?" asked Ellen, breathlessly.
"Well, it calls for some rather odd doings by both the men and the women, some things you might not really want to do."
"Hell, man," inserted Russell, "right now, looking at these beautiful three bodies in front of me, I'm game for anything."
"You might change your mind when I tell you what it involves."
"Come on, Jack," I said, "we're adults, and I'm certain none of us are virgins."
That brought a snicker from the group.
"This goes beyond the normal sex...."
"Goddamn it, Jack," Carla almost yelled, "are you going to beat your gums all night, or are you going to tell us about it?"
"Okay. Okay. To really follow through on what I saw requires you girls to eat each other, suck off the men, the men to eat you girls. Then there's the normal fucking and all that goes with it."
Jack was right. It did make us stop and think. There was a sudden silence.
"Well?" Jack queried, breaking the stillness.
"I'm going to be blunt," I said. Just thinking about such an orgy was causing my box to get hot. "The condition I'm in right now, I'm willing to try anything."
Two of the men had been sucked off by women. Ellen admitted that she had sucked off men before and didn't mind doing it. Carla never had, but was willing to try anything once.
"All right," I said, "that's it. Jack, since you're the experienced one in this orgy, why don't you lead the way."
Following Jack's instructions, we moved all the furniture from the center of the room up against , the wall. The floor was covered with thick, plush carpet, making it very comfortable to lie on.
"The way we'll do this," Jack began, "is that since there are six of us, we'll lay out in a circle. Janet, you first. Get down on the floor on your knees, with your back toward me. Russell, you lay on your back where your cock is right under Janet's head. Carla, straddle Russell's head with your cunt above his face. Ellen, straddle Bob's face. My face will be just below Janet's box."
I would love to have had a picture of the six of us in that circle. I can imagine what we looked like-all you could see was asses, cocks, and cunts.
"Well, people," Jack said, viewing the scene, "I don't think I have to say anything more. Just do what comes naturally."
The second Ellen kissed my hot box, I grabbed Russell's prick and started kissing it. There was only a moment's hesitation though, because Russell soon had Carla's cunt at his mouth, chewing away, and I could see that Bob was hungrily eating at Ellen's pussy.
Ellen must have had plenty of experience because she was really giving me fits. She chewed at my cunt lips, kissed them, then pushed her tongue deep inside me. I tried to concentrate on Russell's big cock, but was having difficulty. I nipped at his head and ran my tongue over the purple meat. I played with his balls, even taking them in my mouth and sucking on them. I sucked slowly, but ran my teeth along the sides of his cock, causing him to moan each time I did. He was still able to moan although he had a prick going in and out his mouth.
Ellen had her tongue roaming the inside of my box, touching every side, until I was on the verge of coming. I did the best I could to hold back, because although I heard a lot of groans from the other people, I couldn't tell if any of them were ready to come. I didn't want to shoot off before they did.
I couldn't hold back, though. Ellen must have been really getting a good cunt job, because she was going after mine like she was a nympho. She chewed on the lips, darted her tongue in and out of my hole, driving me insane. The wilder I got, the more I sucked on Russell's cock. He was pushing into my face and I had to hold him down to keep him from choking me.
He was able to overcome my strength, however, and rammed his meat deep into my throat, painting it with his warm juice. At the same time, I felt my flood gate open and all my fluid flowed forth. I gobbled at Russell's prick, not wanting to lose one precious drop. Ellen felt my come on her tongue and pulled my box harder into her face, lapping at every drop of juice. I continued to shoot off as she tongued me and as Russell drained his last drop.
Ellen wouldn't let me go. Jack was still eating her and as long as he did, she continued to tongue my very wet, juicy box. I had finished with Russell and Bob had evidently come. I laid my head down on Russell's limbering cock and massaged his balls, kissing the shrinking pole. In the meantime, Ellen was still chewing away at my hole, causing me to want to come again. I glanced down and saw that she was coming, and that Jack was still tonguing her wildly.
Glancing around the room, I could see that everyone was finished but the three of us, and they were watching the festivities. I closed my eyes and began kissing Russell's balls and cock. Ellen rammed her tongue inside my hole and I let out a loud moan as I shot off again. I felt her fingernails dig into my buttocks and looked back. Her legs were wrapped around Jack's head and she was jerking like mad. When I finally emptied my container, I rolled over on the floor, drained. Ellen was finished and all six of us just lay there, not saying a word.
After a while, Jack broke the silence.
"Any complaints?" he asked.
"No," we all murmured in unison, too tired to really shout with joy. I had never been eaten into two rapid climaxes like Ellen had done me and I was pooped.
"What do we do next?" Ellen asked, apparently not too tired to do anything.
"Whatever you want," he replied. "That was the main part of the orgy, just to get everyone warmed up. From here on out, it's whatever we want to do."
I was lying on my back, my legs slightly apart, and could feel the wetness between my legs. I felt something and looked down. Jack had moved from where he was and was coming up between my legs. I spread them to let him in. His prick was still Umber, but I didn't imagine it would take him too long to get it up.
He kissed my ankles and slowly worked his way up my body. I closed my eyes, enjoying his play. He moved along my knees, to the insides of my thighs, and softly and quickly nibbled at my mound of hair. Then he tongued my navel for just an instant and I soon felt him sucking my nipples and massaging the globes. I put my arms around him and rubbed his back, then moved to the front and played with his nipples. When I put my hand on his cock, I could feel it beginning to come to life. I took his sac in my hands and gently played with his balls. That was the magic touch. His thick cock sprang straight out.
Guiding it into my wet, anxious cunt, I felt his steel-like rod push its way along my walls, sending a thrill throughout my body. I like to be eaten, but there is nothing to replace a big, thick cock aiming toward home inside my box.
Jack was slow and deliberate, inching along, making his cock touch every nook and cranny of my pussy. When he finally finished his travels, he slowly pulled it almost all the way out and, just as slowly, again brought it home. I raised my hips to meet his movements and was in heaven. He continued doing this for several minutes. Then, as the heat began to build, and I put my legs around his waist, he quickened his thrusts, ramming home deeper and deeper, causing me to grunt each time he pounded into me. But I met him with my cunt, pushing into him so that his prick went into me as far as it could.
"Are you ready to come?" I asked, panting.
"Just about, any minute now, any...."
He shoved his steel rod into me hard, hurting as he did, and his come painted my pussy. I opened my gate and let my juice mingle with his. I tightened my legs around his waist and jerked, forcing out as much juice as I could. Jack kept his cock deep inside me until he had no fluid left, then eased off as I let my legs fall to the floor. But he didn't move. He stayed on top of me and pushed his body into mine, leaving his prick where it was.
"Damn, you're a good fuck, Janet. You really know how to do it."
"Experience is the best teacher," I laughed, my. arms around his neck.
We kissed and Jack began fondling my breasts, kissing and sucking the nipples. I knew if he continued I would get worked up again, but didn't know if I could come. Iliad already shot my load three times in just a matter of minutes and was weak from the effort. But, I didn't want Jack to stop.
He kept both nipples erect by sucking on first one, then on the other. Soon, I felt his meat swelling up inside me and knew he could go another round. I lay there as he slowly moved in and out of my hole. His method felt exceptionally good and I enjoyed just having his cock rub my walls. I could have laid there forever and let him do it.
"Does that feel good?" he asked. "Urn hmm," I answered.
I don't know how long he pumped me, but it was quite a while. He didn't speed up at all, but would change pace. For a while he would just shove it in and pull it out. Then, he would push it all the way in and rub against my mound, with his big cock moving around inside me. Next, he would pull it almost all the way out and then slowly ram it home. Once or twice he pulled it all the way to the tip and then shoved it home, hard and deep. I inhaled quickly, but it felt so good that I wanted him to do it again. When he did, I raised my hips to meet him and took his chunk all the way. God, it was great.
To tease me even more, he started screwing so fast I thought he might throw his back out of place. As fast as he could shove it in and out, he did. This really put me on edge, and I tried to hump to meet him, but he was pumping too fast. Finally, after what must have been at least thirty or forty minutes, the play got to both of us and we had to come. He started screwing faster and harder, as well as plowing deeper, and I was rising to meet him. We came at the same time and what juice we had left met in my cunt.
After that, we had to rest. Jack finally got up and walked out of the room, probably to the bathroom. I lay on the soft, plush carpet and looked at the others in the room. Bonnie and Russell were going at it hot and heavy. She had mounted his rod and was riding it like there was no tomorrow. He was biting and sucking her tits, sending her into orbit. But the two I watched most were Bob and Sylvia. He was pounding her dog fashion, from behind, with his finger working her ass, and she had reached underneath between his legs and was playing with his balls.
Bob really slammed that dick of his into her. He would pull it all the way out and then shove it in as fast and as hard as he could. Sylvia groaned each time he did, but she squeezed his balls a little harder, showing him she wanted more.
I finally had to get up and go to the bathroom. I was in there for several minutes, washing myself off and doing nature's call. When I returned to the living room, Jack had Bonnie sitting on his face and he was gobbling away at her pussy. Sylvia was working on Jack on the other end, sucking his prick and playing with his balls. Bob was sitting in a chair on the far side of the room, his cock hanging limply between his legs. Russell was nowhere in sight.
I walked over to where Bob was sitting and leaned over, supporting myself on the chair arms. My full breasts, the pink nipples sticking out like beacons, hung before him like two large melons, and he didn't fail to notice them.
"What's the matter, Bob?" I asked, teasingly, "Run out of steam?"
He looked at me and grinned. "Just for a few minutes. Just for a few minutes." His eyes fell to my tits. He reached over and took one in each hand and started pulling on them like farmers do when they milk cows.
"You won't get any milk out of those," I laughed.
He returned my laugh and continued massaging my breasts. I reached down and took his cock in my hand. It was limp, but I knew it wouldn't be long before it would again stand tall and proud. I felt someone touch me from behind and before I could turn around, a stiff rod slid into my box.
"Surprise," I heard Russell say, gleefully.
Bob and I laughed, as Russell moved his cock in and out of my hole. Bob pulled me to him and took my breasts in his hands. I stroked his cock and played with his balls and Russell screwed me from behind. But, Bob wasn't really getting any enjoyment out of this position.
"Hold up a minute, Russell," he said, as he moved from the seat to the back of the overstuffed chair. It was against the wall, so he leaned back. In this position, his prick was right at the level of my head, and it was plain to see what he wanted.
I shuffled, without letting Russell's cock slip from my hole, until I was able to reach Bob's prick. I kissed the head and chewed on the staff. All the while, one hand was busily playing with his balls.
Russell was pounding away at my box, showing no mercy, as he rammed it home as hard and as deep as he could. I was busy with Bob's stiff rod, sucking and licking the head. To give him an extra thrill, I put just the head in my mouth and ran my tongue over it. I took my hand from his balls and stroked the shaft of his prick. His hips began to move and he tried to shove into my mouth, but because of his position, he was unable to. I continued stroking his shaft, as I sucked and licked his throbbing head.
Russell was as hot as a firecracker, because he rammed home and I could feel his juice emptying into my box. I hadn't wanted him to come so soon, because I was just getting to the point of building up.
"Um mmm mmm," I garbled, not wanting to take Bob's cock out of my mouth, but wanting Russell to know I wanted to come. To emphasize the point, I moved my hips back and forth.
"Okay, Janet," Russell said, rubbing his hand across my buttocks, "I'll take care of you."
He stood beside me and shoved his finger into my cunt. Then, he started pumping it in and out as fast as he could. This aroused me so much that I took my hand off Bob's prick and went all the way down on him, sucking hard as I could. I moved my head up and down his cock, sucking and running my teeth over the skin. The harder Russell fingered me, the faster my head moved and the harder I sucked.
Bob grabbed my head and pushed it down on his cock until my nose was buried in his hair. When his come juiced out, almost choking me, I let my fluid loose. Russell felt it on his finger and shoved into me as far as he could, touching all sides of my box and forcing me to come even more. I squeezed Bob's balls and he continued pushing his fluid down my throat. I was swallowing fast, trying to get every bit of his come. I even squeezed his cock with my hand as I lifted my head, forcing out the final drop.
"Damn, I'll never walk again," Bob faked, as I lifted my head off his shrinking meat hook. It was hanging between his legs as he leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed, and his hand over his heart, in an emotional pose.
"You drained me, Janet. I'm finished. All dried up."
We all laughed at Bob's antics but, by the time we left the apartment the following morning, his words no longer were those of a would-be actor. I'm certain the rest of them, at least the girls, were in the same shape I was in.
My cunt ached and when I was dressing I could see the swollen, puffy lips. And I swallowed so much come that my stomach was rolling.
But, no complaints. It was one helluva orgy!
CHAPTER TEN
After hearing of my experiences, you may wonder how I ever ended up with someone like Sam Cleaven. I really don't know. It was just one of those things. We met, we dated, we fell in love, and we married. That's all there is to it.
Neither Sam nor I were virgins and, had I known his sexual habits, I seriously doubt I would have married him. Although he is handsome, athletically built, intelligent, and a good provider, these place second with me when compared to sex.
While I had gone to bed with most men I dated, Sam and I never did. If we had, I would have discovered then that he was weak in the sex area, and could only shoot his load once in a night's escapade. Then, it may be weeks before he would be in the mood again.
On our wedding night, I was ready and willing to go to bed. We had decided to spend our honeymoon in a cabin on the beach and I looked forward to a week of just being with him, swimming in the brisk salt water, and then having sex on the hour if I wanted it. My disappointment came early that night.
I had bought the sexiest nightgown I could find. It was so sheer that it was practically useless, other than for enticement. When we arrived at the cabin following the wedding reception, I went straight to the bathroom and dressed in my gown. Sam didn't hesitate either, and was undressed and in bed when I walked into the bedroom.
I visualized a whole night of nothing but screwing and sucking, and my box was boiling over. If he put his hand between my legs, I would probably shoot off. That was all right, I would still be able to mount his cock and show him a good time.
I slipped into bed and felt the fresh, clean sheets over my body. When I turned the light out, Sam pulled me into his arms and we kissed long and passionately. I pushed my body against his and felt his hard muscle pressing on my hairy mound. I could hardly wait to feel his big tool breaking through my already wet lips and sliding home.
Sam pulled the flimsy gown over my shoulders and bit into my tits. The nipples were already erect and strained when he sucked on them. I ran my hand over his back and then played with his iron hard prick and balls. He moaned as I stroked his rigid pole and teased his balls.
His sucking on my tits, and rubbing my mound, caused my hips to gyrate and he rolled me over on my back and climbed into the saddle. I guided his straining cock into my juicy box and we pounded each other unmercifully. He fucked me hard and fast and I was so worked up that when he filled my hole, I let my juice flow free, joining him as they mingled and flooded my box.
When we finished, he rolled off me and laid on his back. I was empty, but knew in just a matter of minutes I would be ready to go again. Soon, I placed my hand on his shrunken prick and rubbed the full length of it, letting my fingers lightly touch his balls.
No response. I continued rubbing, but his prick just lay there, like a limp noodle.
"Sam," I said, wanting him to get up and hop into my cunt again.
No answer. I looked over and from the moonlight coming in the window, I could see that he was asleep.
Damn! Here I am, on my wedding night, with a volcanic pussy between my legs wanting to erupt-and my husband falls asleep!
Thinking I might be able to arouse him, I took his cock in my hand and stroked it. It seemed to grow some, but I couldn't be sure. I continued beating his meat, but it wouldn't harden. I thought that by that time, Sam would wake up, but he didn't.
The more I played with his cock, the hotter I became. I knew I was going to have to do something to relieve this ache in my box, so I got on my knees and bent over his pitiful looking manhood. I put it in my mouth and sucked hard, at the same time playing with his balls.
Still no response. All I got out of Sam was a groan as he turned over on his side, away from me, with his cock, wet from my mouth, flopping against the sheet.
Son of a bitch, I thought to myself, as I laid down on my side of the bed and squeezed my legs together. I eased my finger down to my clit and began to rub. It wasn't very enjoyable, but I did manage one short, unsatisfying climax. Maybe things would be better the next day, maybe Sam was just tired. Sleep was very restless for me that night.
When I awoke the following morning, without even opening my eyes I moved my arm to Sam's side of the bed. It was empty. I sat up and looked around. He was nowhere in sight.
"Sam," I called, as I got out of bed and slipped on my robe, not bothering with the gown lying in a pile on the floor.
I went through the cabin and couldn't find him.
Finally, walking out to the porch, I saw him down on the beach, fishing.
Fishing! What a bastard! He has a wife who needs a good roll in the sack and he's out fishing!
I went back in the cabin, steaming mad, fixed some coffee, and was sitting at the table when Sam walked in, with some fish hanging from a line.
"Good morning, darling," he said, cheerfully.
When I didn't respond, and he saw the look on my face, he knew something was wrong.
"What's the matter, Janet?"
When I didn't answer, he put the fish on the sink and came to the table. He kissed me on the cheek, then sat across from me."
"Please, honey," he pleaded, "tell me what's wrong. This is our honeymoon. We're not supposed to have any arguments or get mad now."
"Sam," I finally replied, "I don't know how you feel about it, but last night, after we had had sex just once, you went to sleep. I need it more often than one time and especially last night, our wedding night.
"I'm not a nympho, Sam, but I am hot-blooded. Sex to me is not just a bang-bang you're through sort of thing. I can hit climaxes several times during one romp, and you left me unsatisfied last night. I'm unsatisfied right now."
Sam looked at the table top several moments before he replied.
"Janet, I'm sorry. I really am. I guess I should have told you this before we were married. My sex drive is very weak. Once, maybe twice a month, and my system is completely satisfied."
I looked at him, dumbfounded.
"I've been to doctors," he continued, "and they can do nothing to build up my sex cravings. I'm sorry that I've let you down."
I didn't reply. I just sat there. What a helluva predicament to be in. An oversexed wife and an undersexed husband. How often Iliad read of such situations, but never imagined myself in one. My only question now was, what to do-stay with Sam, and hope I could improve his sex life, or walk out the door?
"Janet," Sam said, interrupting my thoughts. "I don't want to lose you. I love you very much. I promise, I'll try to improve and, if you want me to, I'll see every doctor in town. I'll take pills or whatever is necessary, just to hold onto you."
Well, regardless of my own feelings, I couldn't very well walk out on a man who felt that way about me. Maybe, with my sex drive, I can improve his. I reached across the table and put my hand on top of his.
"I love you, too, Sam, but it will be difficult for me. Maybe, in time, you'll become more responsive."
"In the meantime, Janet, what are we going to do?"
I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't have an answer for him.
"I'll try my best to keep you satisfied and happy, Janet. I have a feeling you're in the mood for some sex right now. Am I right?"
I nodded my head. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Was he changing already? Could he be getting a hard on? Maybe things weren't going to be so bad after all.
When we were in the bedroom, he pulled the robe from around my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. When he undressed, I saw that his prick was just hanging there, and showed no indication of coming to life.
Sam pushed me down on the bed and started massaging my breasts and sucking the nipples. I played with his prick and balls, but his cock didn't respond.
I could feel that twinge between my legs and my thermometer began to rise as Sam continued to manipulate my tits. When he moved his hand to my cleft, I spread my legs wide, to let him play with my cunt.
His shaft was still as Umber as ever and I didn't know what he had in mind. Not until I felt his finger move into my wet box. He started pumping in and out and soon my hips were moving with him. He was fast, and his rapid thrusts caused me to gyrate wildly, humping into his finger as it plowed into my pussy and caused me to hit a climax in just seconds. When I came, he pushed deep into my cunt and moved his finger around, causing me to have more climaxes.
When I had finished, he pulled his finger out and sat on the side of the bed.
"Honey, I know that's not as good as a big piece of meat, but I'll do that anytime I'm unable to satisfy you with my prick, and anytime you're in the mood for sex. Maybe, in time, my drive will increase and I won't have to use my finger. The only thing I ask, Janet, is to please, be patient with me. Stay with me and hopefully we can work things out. Please."
I placed my hand on his and squeezed. Although his finger job had let me have some climaxes, he was right, it would never replace a fat, juicy cock. But, I would have patience, and hope that someday we would be able to have a good, robust sex life.
Sam went into town that afternoon, saying he would be gone for a couple of hours. I slipped into my bathing suit and headed for the beach. We were on the far end of a long jetty and there were no other houses for miles. Since our cabin sat at the end of the road, few, if any, people ever came to this part of the beach. I envisioned a quiet afternoon swimming in the salt water and feeling the invigorating breeze coming in over the ocean.
I swam for a while and then spread out on a towel. The hot sun felt good to my skin and lying there on the towel, I almost fell asleep. Pulling myself from the temptation, I looked at my watch. It would be at least another hour before Sam would be back. I decided to go for another swim.
I ran to the water and was joyously splashing around when I heard voices. Looking to my left, I saw two boys swimming toward me. When they were up to where I was, I could see that they looked to be-in their late teens, maybe early twenties.
"Hello, miss," one of them said. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," I replied, "and the water feels great."
"Do you live around here?"
"Yes, at least, temporarily. I'm staying at the cabin located off the beach."
We talked for a while longer and then swam some more. The boys were fun to be with and I enjoyed their company. I started getting tired and told them I was going in. As I put my foot down to walk out of the water, I must have stepped on a slippery rock, because I lost my balance. The next thing I knew, I was under water, flapping my arms helplessly. Then I felt a strong hand grab me and pull me up-but he grabbed me by the breast and I was certain I felt him squeeze it as my head came out of the water.
I coughed because I had swallowed some water and when I had my breath back, I thanked the boy who had pulled me up. When I looked at him, I saw that he was looking at my breasts, moving heavily under the top of my bathing suit. He had been the one who squeezed my tit when he pulled me out of the water.
"Now that I saved your life," he said, not taking his eyes off my breasts, "do I get a reward?"
Although there was a kidding tone to his voice, I knew well what he meant.
"Well, I don't know about that," I replied. "What did you have in mind?"
Without saying a word, he put one arm around my shoulder and kissed me. He pushed the other hand into the lower part of my bathing suit and kneaded my mound. I didn't resist, completely forgetting about my husband, the other boy, or where we were.
The boy took my hand and led me to the towel I had spread out on the sand. No sooner were we on the towel than his hand was back at my crotch. I pushed my hand into his trunks and felt his hard on. He wasn't too well endowed, but it was a cock, and that's all that mattered. Sam's fingering me had helped quell my emotions very little. I still needed the feel of some meat inside my cunt.
The boy removed my suit and threw his onto the sand. He bit into my heaving breasts and I could see that the nipples, while erect, were shriveled from the water. As he sucked the nipples, I stroked his cock and played with his balls. His hand was busily rubbing my cunt, getting me juicy and hot.
I was getting hotter by the minute and needed to feel that prick, regardless of how small it was, sliding through my pussy. I pushed the boy onto his back and mounted his stiff cock. As I slid down on his tool, I realized the water had caused my opening to shrink some. This only made it better, because of the smallness of his tool. It felt so good going in and I sat down on the boy, taking his meat all the way inside me, so that it was no longer visible.
When I started riding his cock, he began sucking and massaging my breasts. The more he fondled my tits, the harder I rode his prick. He started pushing his hips up to meet my thrusts and I knew he was on the edge. I didn't have to hold back because when I unloaded, I felt his spurts painting the walls of my cavern. I sat down on him and let his juice hit as far inside my box as I could, as my fluid painted his pole and ran down the sides. I moved my hips, letting his now ebbing prick touch every part of my box.
I did not move from my position until I felt the boy's cock shrink to such a size that it would no longer stay inside me. I then shifted to my knees to allow him to move. When I did, I felt a ramrod penetrate my opening and ram against my insides. I had completely forgotten about the other boy, and now he wanted his pleasures.
His quick insertion caught me by such surprise that I grunted when he rammed me so hard. Without looking, I could tell that his cock was larger than the other boy's. My new lover pulled his prick all the way out and shoved it home hard, causing me to grunt each time he did. But it certainly felt good, although I wasn't sure I could come again.
The boy reached around and took a tit in each hand and massaged. That was enough to get my juices to boiling. The other boy was stilt lying on the edge of the towel and I reached over and took his limp cock in my hand. Whenever my lover shoved his cock deep into my box, I squeezed the prick and it wasn't long before it was standing straight up.
I played with the boy's balls and continued to arouse him, while his friend kept pumping me. I thought the other boy would have come by now, but he evidently had good control and loved to fuck, holding off shooting his load as long as possible.
The boy on the towel shifted where his cock was just inches from my face and I kissed the pink head. The boy had both his hands on his balls and was playing with them roughly. I took his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue over the head. Then I went to the base of his staff and sucked slowly as I raised my head. The boy lifted Ms hips and squeezed his balls.
That big, thick cock was still ramming my box harder and harder. I had already unloaded once but he hadn't come yet. All I could feel was that hunk of muscle going in and out of my wet cunt. I knew that if he kept it up, I'd be ready to shoot off again.
I was sucking hard on the small penis in my mouth, and the boy was humping wildly. I suddenly felt short spurts of warm fluid hit my throat and moved my head all the way down on his cock, sucking as hard as I could. I then raised my head slightly, and put my hand around his shaft. Lifting my head slowly, I squeezed his tube, making him get rid of all his juice.
When I reached the head of his quickly limbering cock, and was taking the last bit of his juice, I felt my box being filled with another hot liquid, as my lover sprayed me with his come. I joined him and bit into the limp prick still in my mouth as my juices joined with those of the boy's.
The boys didn't stick around very long, especially when I told them my husband would be back in a few minutes.
I returned to the cabin and showered, humming all the while, finally sexually satisfied. Sam was glad to hear me happily singing when he walked into the cabin a few minutes later.
If he only knew what had brought the happy tune to my lips, I doubt that he would have smiled.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
.I think of my good fortune every time I'm with Rod. Regardless of how much I enjoyed my other experiences, he brings a joy to my life, and to my always yearning box, that is unexplainable. Every time we're together, it is like being on cloud nine. He keeps me sexually satisfied and knows what I want and what I need. And we do have some rip-roaring times. Like, for instance, this weekend.
My husband had been called out of town on another one of his trips, and would be gone for several days. Ever since I met Rod, I could hardly wait for Sam to take a trip. He had been home for several weeks this time, and we had only had sex one time-for lum, none for me. He couldn't even make me come!
So, when he told me he would be gone for a while, I almost jumped for joy. I was thankful he didn't notice my excitement. I slipped a note to Rod, telling him Sam was leaving, and when. Only minutes after my husband left, Rod was at the door. Although I wanted his big cock rammed into me as soon as possible, we decided to make it a glorious weekend, and hold off the sex until later.
We drove to the beach and spent the day. The sun was warm on our bodies and there wasn't a cloud in sight. We packed a picnic lunch and ate by the water. I wore one of the skimpiest bikinis possible and Rod burst with pride when men ogled me as I swayed down the sandy surface. It was almost as if I were his wife and he was putting me on display for the world to see.
I enjoyed it too, and teased the hell out of him. I would lean into him and rub my tits across his body. When no one was looking, I would reach over and grab his cock through his bathing suit. Several times that day, I felt like having him throw me on the sand and give it to me right there, in front of God and anyone else interested in looking.
As the sun began to fade, we packed the car and headed back to the city. We drove with the windows down, letting the cool, salt air flow into our nostrils. We had enjoyed the day and were looking forward to getting home, to bed, and capping it off with a good round of fucking. There was only one drawback. We had swam and frolicked so much on the beach that we were too pooped to pop. All we could manage was one screwing. As Rod rammed his pride and joy into me, we realized our tiredness. After a good night's rest, though, we were raring to go.
I finally struggled out of a deep sleep the next morning and felt a wetness between my legs, along with a good, sensational rubbing. I looked and Rod was propped up on one elbow, looking at my body, and had his finger between my legs, slowly massaging my cunt.
"Ummm. What a delicious way to wake up," I said, as I ran my fingers through his hair.
"Good morning, you gorgeous hunk of woman," he said, as he lifted his head and kissed me full on the mouth. Then he moved to my breasts and chewed and sucked hard on the nipples.
His fingers continued to gently massage my clit and I spread my legs. He clamped his hand over my pussy and squeezed. I moaned and pulled his head harder against my breast. Moving slowly, Rod pushed his finger into my wet, waiting opening and started moving it in and out. My hips moved with him and my hand slid down his back, to his buttocks, where I spread the cheeks and played with his ass.
"Faster, Rod, faster. I want to come." I was in a hurry to have my first climax on this bright, Sunday morning.
Shifting to his knees, Rod increased the thrusts of his finger, Ids hand moving so fast that it was almost a blur. I was on fire and moved my hand to the front of his body, playing with his cock and balls feverishly.
"Faster, faster," I pleaded. I knew his hand must be cramped, but dear Rod did increase his speed as much as he could. And it worked. I grunted loudly as I locked my legs around his hand and unloaded a pint or more of juice.
Rod continued moving his finger inside my box as the warmness of my come covered his finger. He rubbed inside my thighs, near my cunt, and I had two more climaxes. Then my legs relaxed and my body eased as Rod pulled his wet finger from my cunt.
"I wish you were around every morning to wake me up like that," I said, breathlessly, as I pulled him to me and we kissed.
"That's one job I'd gladly volunteer for, for a lifetime." He leaned over and pecked me on the lips. "There's only one thing, though."
"What's that?"
"Look," he said, pointing to his stiff prick.
I moved my eyes to his pulsating cock. "Well, now," I teased, grabbing it and stroking the long hunk of good stuff, "what do you think we should do with it? We can't have you walking around all day with that stuck out in front, can we?"
"I don't intend to," he kidded, as he rolled me over on my stomach. Gently pulling on my hips, he raised my body until my buttocks were in the air. Aiming his tool, he scored on the first plunge and the wetness from my come made his entry easy.
Rod pushed until his body was against mine and I groaned. Then he began shoving in and out of my cunt. Each time our bodies met, and his cock went all the way inside me, I arched my buttocks against him. I was enjoying this and was trying to work myself up to another climax.
"I'm getting there, Rod. How about you?"
"Not yet," he panted, shoving his staff in harder and deeper. "But it won't be long."
I wanted him to come with me and reached underneath and started playing with his balls. That was it. Rod's thrusts increased, at the same time causing my thermometer to hit the boiling point. Rod rammed home and stayed there. I pushed my body as close to his as possible. When our fluids met, we both groaned, wrapped in an ecstasy beyond compare.
While Rod was shooting his fluid into my box, he busily rubbed my ass, which caused me to come even more. I, in turn, massaged his balls, and thought he would never stop coming. When we had drained our last, I slid to the bed and, turning, pulled him to me. Our kiss was long and full of fire, although neither of us was in any condition to come again that soon.
We laid in each other's arms for a while, then I leaned over on one elbow. Looking at him with fondness in my eyes, I asked if he would like some breakfast.
"Do you mean that with all your other abilities, you're a cook, too?"
"You're damn right I am, buster. I'll make you a meal you'll long remember."
"Sweetheart," he said, with a seriousness in his voice that I immediately passed over, "there are other things about you I'll never forget, and I don't mean those in bed."
I noticed the tone of his voice, but didn't think much about it. I leaned over and kissed him. Then, jumping out of bed, my ample tits bobbing when I did, said, "I'm going to take a shower, then I'll head for the kitchen.
The warm water flowing over my body felt exceptionally good. I was all aglow from our recent sex bout, and the water just added to my high feeling. I hummed as I showered, and when I washed around my pussy, a smile of satisfaction crossed my face. I turned off the water, dried, and lightly dusted myself with powder. I was still naked when I walked into the bedroom and saw Rod lying there on the bed. He looked at me and grinned.
"That's quite a body you have there, doll. There should be a law against you covering it up. No. On second thought, there should be a law that makes you cover it up. Except at times like now. I should be the only one allowed to see it."
"You're awfully selfish, aren't you?" I grinned.
"Damn right, baby." He was smiling, and his eyes were looking me over from head to foot.
I had moved to the bed, near his head, and he was looking at the inviting bush of ebony hair just inches from his face. Reaching behind me, he placed one hand on my buttocks and pulled me to him. He pushed his face into my hair and kissed it. I dropped my hands to his head and arched my body into his face. Rod moved his mouth lower, toward the center of my legs, and I opened for him. Flicking his tongue along the lips of my cunt caused me to push even harder against him. Moving his head so that it was now almost directly in line with my pussy, he stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and slid it across the opening and over the cunt lips. I almost tore his head off, pushing against it so hard.
I shoved him back on the bed and climbed on top of him, where my cunt was directly over his mouth and my legs were on either side of his head. Rod looked into my moist opening and then gave me a kiss on the pink lips. I grabbed my tits and kneaded them roughly. He was driving me crazy and I was riding his tongue like mad. Rod put his hands on my buttocks and massaged each cheek. Running his tongue over my cunt lips caused me to go into a wild frenzy. When he pushed his tongue deep inside my cavern, I came and pressed my cunt into his face, almost smothering him. My body racked as I shot spurt after spurt of juice, coming almost continuously against his tormenting tongue.
My breasts were red from the rough handling I had been unable to control. I had pinched the nipples so much and so hard that they must have stood out inches from the globes of flesh. My eyes were closed and I was grunting and groaning as he drained my very soul.
But Rod wouldn't let up, he continued licking at my juice, pushing his tongue deep into my flooded hole, touching all sides, lapping at my milk. Finally, when I was able to come no more, I fell weakly onto the bed.
"My God, that was good," I said, panting.
Rod's prick must have been aching because he shoved a pillow under my hips and mounted me. His prick slipped easily into my wet hole. As he fucked, harder and harder, I played with his nipples, sucking and biting them. It didn't take long. I felt him ram home and his jerking told me he was unloading. I pulled him to me and wrapped my leg? around his, not letting him escape, not wanting him to move until he didn't have an ounce of fluid left in his body.
We lay in each other's arms, not wanting to let go, not wanting to separate. But, after awhile, I broke away.
"I'm starving. I have to fix something to eat."
"Food, you mean, don't you?" he said, jokingly.
"For now, lover, for now," I replied, as I patted his tool laying limply between his legs.
I put on a robe and went to the kitchen. As I prepared breakfast, I hummed, happy at what had already taken place, and anxiously looking forward to the rest of the day with Rod.
I had been in the kitchen fifteen or twenty minutes when I felt Rod's soft lips on my neck. I jumped, startled.
"Rod, you'll scare the pants off me, sneaking up that way." My voice only mocked harshness.
"You don't have any on, remember?"
We both laughed. Rod was still behind me and I felt his arms slide around my waist. I lifted my arms to let him in. Slipping his hands inside my robe, he took a tit in each hand and massaged them, tweaking the nipples and brushing lightly across the tips.
"I thought you wanted breakfast," I said, as I pushed my buttocks against his rising prick. Feeling its hardness, I pushed even more.
"You were the one who talked about food," he said, as he continued to play with my breasts. By this time I had stopped whatever I was doing at the counter and was leaning against him. Turning, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. His hands were still inside my robe, rubbing my breasts and playing with the nipples.
I untied the belt holding his robe and stroked his cock. A low, sensual sound escaped from his throat as he jabbed his tongue into my mouth and played with my teeth and fought with my tongue. My body was gyrating now, moving hard against his. I squeezed his prick and pulled it toward my pussy.
Breaking the kiss, Rod led me to a nearby chair.
Taking off our robes, he then sat down in one of the chairs by the table. His cock was stiff, standing straight up. I looked at it and wanted to feel it deep inside me. When Rod pulled me to him, I straddled his body and sat down on his throbbing pole.
He took my breasts and sucked on the nipples while I rode his cock. Pushing with my hands, I lifted myself until his prick almost slipped from its cage. Then, I lowered my body until he was all the way inside me. Rod shifted so that he was able to penetrate my cunt. When I lifted, he pulled his body back. As I came down, he arched, meeting me and sending erotic sparks of pleasure through my body. He set me on fire even more when he turned my tits so that he could chew on both nipples at once. He continued humping, meeting me as I sat on him.
"Are you ready?" he asked, gasping for breath.
"Yes, yes," I replied deliriously. "Fill me up with your come! Hurry!"
Our fluids met like a huge flood as Rod rammed up into me so hard and so fast I thought he had thrown his back out of place. I met him just as hard, pushing him back onto the seat, as I thrust myself downward.
With me still straddling him, we kissed long and hard. My muscles were holding his cock inside my box, even as it began to shrink. Finally breaking loose, I slowly pulled myself up, letting his cock ease out of my pussy. Looking down, I saw that it was covered with our fluids.
"Better wash up. Breakfast will be ready soon." I was leaning over him, with my hands on his shoulders. My tits were dangling just above his shrinking prick. He took one in each hand and massaged them. I kissed him quickly on the lips and stood up.
"That's enough for now, lover. Later." I said it in a low, sexy voice, and he knew I meant it.
There was little conversation during breakfast. Rod congratulated me on the meal and the praise was sincere. After we had finished, I cleaned off the table and poured another cup of coffee.
"When will your husband be back?" he asked.
"Wednesday night."
Rod caught the sound of my voice, the oddness in it.
"What's the matter, Janet?"
I looked at him for a moment, then dropped my eyes to the cup holding the steaming, brown liquid. Slowly, I ran one of my fingers around the rim.
"Come on, sweetheart, what's the matter?" He knew for certain now that something was bothering me.
"You're not pregnant, are you?"
My eyes jumped quickly to his. "Would it bother you if I were?"
"Not a damn bit," he answered, flatly. "And if your husband kicks you out, you'll have a very short walk to my apartment."
I reached across the table and took his hand.
"No, I'm not pregnant, but there is something else."
Rod sat in silence, waiting for me to take my time.
"When Sam gets back Wednesday," I finally said, still not looking at him, "we leave for a two-month vacation. We're going to the east coast to visit some of his relatives."
I knew what Rod was thinking. Two months apart. How would we stand it? Taking my hand, he squeezed it tenderly. I looked up and saw sincerity in his eyes.
"Janet. Two whole months. I don't know ... Listen, why don't you . ... "
"No," I said, interrupting him.
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"One of two things. Either you want me to try some way to get out of going, or you want me to divorce Sam. Right?"
Rod looked at me, stunned.
"Am I right?"
"One hundred percent, and either step you take will suit me fine."
"Don't Rod, please. Don't talk like that. We have a good thing going, for both of us. I don't know how good it would stay if we were married. As for making some excuse to stay here and let Sam go alone, please, don't even ask me to do it. I just can't."
He squeezed my hand, his way of letting me know that although he didn't like it, he did understand. I smiled at him, and must have had that glow on my face, because Rod rose from his chair and walked around the table.
I had my legs crossed, but the robe was open to where he could see strands of hair. He took my hands and pulled me to him. Slowly, he removed my robe, then his. We kissed and I pressed my body to his. A flame of desire swept over me and I pushed my tongue into his mouth, playing with his, all the time pushing my body harder and harder against his.
"We have just two days to store up two months worth of screwing. We'd better get busy."
Reaching to the table, Rod moved the cups aside. Gently leaning me back on the flat top, he spread my legs and got down on his knees. Moving his head to my cunt, he took the cunt lips in his mouth and sucked. I inhaled excitedly and rubbed my stomach. I moved my legs to where they were on his shoulders and put my hands on his head, pulling him even closer to my hairy cleft.
Rod licked at my clit and caused me to jerk wildly. With his tongue, he very slowly rubbed it against the lips, the opening to my quivering cunt, and bit into my clit. Then, he darted his tongue in and out of my box. I was on fire, but moved my hips slowly, enjoying the rapture Rod was putting me through. I rubbed my breasts and pinched the nipples until they hurt.
"Just lick it for a while, Rod. Don't put it inside me. It feels so good this way."
My body moved slowly as he ran his tongue along the lips and outer parts of my cunt, I was frantic with desire. He had me so built up that I was ready to shoot my wad at any time. I used all my female control ability to keep from unloading, but this only worked for a short time. I was so hot that Rod's continual tonguing had brought me to the point that I had to come or go crazy.
"Now, Rod, now' Put your tongue in me! Eat me! Now!" I was wild, and so hot I was ready to explode.
No sooner did Rod shove his tongue into my wet pussy than I hit my first climax. Wrapping my ankles together, I trapped his head and he couldn't back off even if he wanted to. With his tongue deep inside me, he continued to touch every portion of my box. I could feel my silky cream ooze out of my cunt onto my legs, as he continued lapping at my milk and my body steadily jerked, having one climax after another.
Then, I relaxed. Rod was finally able to move his head and wiped his face with a napkin from the table. He stood between my legs, looking at the hairy box, which I was sure was matted with my juice. When he stuck his stiff cock into my hole, it seemed as if my cunt gobbled at his pole, pulling it inside the flooded hole.
Leaning forward, Rod put his hands on the table. Pushing easily, his anxious prick slid all the way home. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I knew I couldn't come again this soon, but was anxious to help my lover reach a climax. I raised my hips to meet his every thrust. Regardless of how deep he plowed, I accepted his complete invasion of my pussy. When he came, I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him closer and not allowing his prick to escape from its cage.
Even after he had emptied his cock, I still held him tightly. Rod was in no hurry to move and ran his fingers over my body. Lightly, he searched the breasts and nipples, then the navel and on to my mound of hair, then back up my body. I enjoyed his touches. In fact, they were sending little sparks of electricity through my entire nerve system.
His scintillating touches did it. I started pushing my cunt against him and tightened my legs around his waist. I was fucking him, although his prick wasn't even hard. It didn't take long, though, and I soon felt his meat beginning to grow. I pulled him to me and humped into his ever increasing cock.
I fucked harder and faster, keeping Rod trapped with my legs so that he could hardly move. I knew he wanted to fuck, too, but I didn't want him to come. I had other plans for him. Right now, I wanted to unload. I humped harder and harder, fucking faster and faster, all the while keeping Rod in that tight vise with my legs.
Soon, my mouth flew open and loud sounds came from my throat as I unloaded again. I pushed my body hard against his, and still rode his prick in and out of my box as I shot off each load.
"Hey, baby, what was that for?" Rod asked, as I relaxed after my last climax, and my legs dropped from around his waist. I was panting heavily and must have shot off at least four times.
"You didn't let me come and my cock's hard as a rock."
"I know," I gasped. "Pull it out."
"Huh?"
"Go ahead, pull it out."
When he did, we looked at the throbbing hunk of meat, as large as a telephone pole, straining for satisfaction, and covered with my juice.
"Come with me," I said, taking him by the hand.
I led him to the bathroom where I took a cloth and washed his prick. I then steered him to the bed and no sooner were we down than I went after his cock. Lowering my head, I kissed his hair and then moved around and took his balls in my mouth.
Rod groaned. "Oh, baby, you do it so good. Don't stop."
His words sent exciting tingles into my brain. I licked his large staff, stopping at the head to nibble and kiss it. I could tell from Rod's reaction that he was doing everything in his power to keep from shooting off. I felt his hand spread my buttocks and his fingers play with my ass. I moaned in pleasure as he did, and then he moved his hand to between my legs and rubbed my pussy.
I gently bit into his stiff cock and kissed it from base to tip. I took his balls in my hand and played with them like they were marbles. When Rod stuck his finger into my juicy cunt, I slid my mouth over his throbbing piece and took it to the hilt, the first time I had ever been able to do that to his large hunk of meat. I let my teeth ride the ridges, and his body rose to meet my pull, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. It was so large, and seemed to grow more the longer I worked on it, that I had to swallow hard to keep from choking. But, I was determined to take his prick, at least, as much as I could.
Rod continued fingerfucking me, moving his finger faster the closer he came to his own climax. I was sucking hard on his cock and pulling my mouth all the way to the head, where I would run my tongue around its rim.
Rod shoved his body up to me and pushed his pulsating, aching cock deep into my throat. I felt the hot liquid pound against my throat and swallowed hard to get every drop of his love potion. I continued sucking, intending to drain him as much as he had drained me.
His finger play had done its magic too. About the same time he shot off, I unloaded, coating his finger with my sticky juices. He continued moving his finger around inside my box, trying to keep me coming.
I squeezed his balls and sucked hard on his cock, moving down the long shaft as far as I could. I was determined that he would have to beg me to quit. I would suck his dick until his balls came up the little tube, if I had to.
Rod was through coming and so was I. But I still had my mouth on hir cock and was playing with his balls. His prick was beginning to Umber, and I wondered how much longer he could take my sucking. His hand was rubbing my buttocks but did not go near my cunt. My persistence paid off.
"All right! All right! I've had enough!" His voice was one of pleasurable surrender.
Satisfied with myself, I grinned as I turned to look at him.
"What's the matter, hot stuff, too much for you?"
"Sweetie, you just done me in. I don't think junior will ever be able to mount another attack."
"He had damn well better be able to mount me again."
Roaring with satisfied laughter, we fell into each other's arms and then dozed off. We awoke later and had a few more excursions into the wonderful world of sex. Then, it was time for Rod to leave.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rod and I did have the opportunity for more bedroom antics before Sam and I left for vacation, although I don't think we stored up enough fucking for two months. We tried though. We screwed like there was no tomorrow, trying to store up enough fucking to make up for the two months we would be apart. I was completely exhausted when Rod left, and he was barely able to walk to the door. I had drained him so much that I doubted he could get a hard on for two months.
He had pushed again to get me to stay here, not go with Sam, or to divorce my husband. I refused, but in a way that kept Rod close to me.
I cannot deny that Rod thrilled me as no other man had. His big joy stick sent shivers through my body every time it rammed into my cunt. My box ached for him whenever I thought of Rod. But, would this feeling remain if we were married? I didn't know, but I didn't want to take a chance. Also, I felt deep down that the secrecy that Rod and I had to play under, added to our sexual enjoyment. Knowing that we were playing under dangerous rules sort of added spice to our activities.
Another thing, Sam had a good job, and brought in good money to me. I was able to do just about anything I wanted, like the massage parlor. I didn't want to give that up.
No, regardless of how much Rod pushed, I wasn't going to divorce Sam. I had the better of two worlds-money and a good sex life-and couldn't see parting with either, unless I really had to.
Rod would be waiting for my return, I was certain of that. In the meantime, for two months I would try to get sexual satisfaction from Sam, even to giving him blow jobs, or letting him fingerfuck me. Then, when we returned home, Rod and I would get together the first chance we had and really set the mattress afire. After two months apart, we would probably come just looking at each other. Then we would settle down to a real donnybrook of fucking and eating.
