The urge to pre-judge is in us all. Whenever we encounter something or someone out of the ordinary, something that might threaten our world view, we instinctively pull down our mental and physical shields, preparing for the worst. Often this walling off of ourselves is a result of prejudices learned during younger years, prejudices taken from the adults around us. These negative responses to unusual stimuli become automatic, though they have no real positive function. They are like tape loops, set programs in the computers of our minds, that, given a certain set of circumstances, repeat themselves over and over again with no actual thought and no logic behind them.
The heroine of the following novel is just such an unusual person, the kind whose philosophy of life can certainly be taken as "threatening" to the shallow minded among us. At age forty, she is still physically attractive and is not unintelligent, but is content to serve as a cleaning lady for wealthy people because it affords her the opportunity to seduce young male members of the households.
Though her sexual orientation is, to say the least, fixated, her needs are nonetheless human, part of us all. What is equally important, in the context of a particular set of circumstances, those of this story, her unusual desires have a positive effect on those around her.
The point of our bringing this novel to print is not to show that such behavior is admirable or desirable, but to underscore our firm conviction that only by taking an honest, open look at the outer limits of ourselves, our fellows, can we ever hope to understand who and what we are as a species and where we are going from here.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Jim Chandler slipped out of bed as soon as he heard the sound of the clothes dryer starting up downstairs. He was careful not to disturb his wife, Jeanine, who was still sleeping, lying on her back, her mouth wide open, a faint gurgling, popping sound coming from the back of her throat. He looked at her, her face all greasy from cold cream, her dyed red hair up in curlers, and wondered where the hell the woman he'd married had gone. He shivered. The woman he'd married had never really existed, he told himself. He'd married an illusion, his own illusion based on Jeanine's physical appearance. When she made herself up, his wife still was a knock out, and way back when, she could stop traffic. Unfortunately, as sexy as she looked, she was nothing but a cold fish in bed. Making two sons with her had been hard work and plenty of it. Now, the sons were almost grown and Jim was beginning to wonder about the wasted years, the love he felt he deserved but never got.
That was the reason why he was getting up so early on a Sunday morning. He figured today was as good a day as any to start catching up on lost time.
He stripped out of his pajama top and admired his own reflection in the mirror for a moment. His chest was covered with black, manly hairs, and the muscles were still firm and well-defined, thanks to regular work outs in a local gym. The only real giveaway as to his age was the gray at his temples, gray that seemed to spread through his black hair more each day, and the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes. After casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure that Jeanine was still asleep, he flexed his biceps, grinning at the massive bulges of muscle. For an executive, he still had one hell of a body, he told himself.
There really wasn't any reason for all this primping and posturing, which was only a kind of self-confidence build-up for him. What he had waiting for him downstairs he considered a sure thing, bought and paid for, yet he still went through the motions, gathering up his courage. If Tina Jones hadn't been such a looker, he probably wouldn't have bothered. But she WAS a looker and to Jim, who had never ventured outside his marriage for sex before, she seemed almost too good to be true.
The sound of the vacuum cleaner starting up in the living room brought him out of his reverie. It was time. He reached out for his bathrobe, but changed his mind. He decided that he wanted to show off as much of his body as possible, that he'd go downstairs topless, in just his pajama bottoms.
He slipped out of the master bedroom and walked down the hallway past his sons" bedrooms to the oak staircase that led down into the lower floor of the house. As he walked down the stairs, he could see her in her pale blue nylon uniform, her back turned toward him as she pushed the vacuum cleaner over the rug in the hallway. Almost at once, his cock gave a heavy throb and began to stiffen in the front of his pajamas.
Tina had that kind of effect on men. All men. She wore her corn silk blonde hair pulled into a kind of French roll at the back of her head. Two soft curls framed her slightly round cheeks, dangling just in front of her small, shell-like ears. She had big blue eyes and a full-lipped mouth. Her body was lush, curvy, with big, jutting breasts, a narrow waist and flaring hips. Her legs were remarkably long and slender, especially in the ankles and calves. The sum total of Tina's physical attributes added up to much more than the individual components. There was a kind of ripeness, a womanliness, a flaming desirability about her that was staggering. Other women, Jeanine Chandler included, sensing this power of hers, always snubbed her, considering her nothing but a slut. Men, of course, found her totally irresistible.
As he stared at her, Jim wondered for the thousandth time if her blonde hair was natural. His cock flexed hard, bucking up against the swaddling folds of his pajamas. He knew that if it wasn't natural, if the hairs on her wide, generous pubic mound were black and shiny, it would be even more exciting for him. It would make him want to wallow in her hot cunt all the more.
The steady din of the vacuum cleaner hid his footsteps on the stairs. He carefully slipped right up behind her, his cock sticking out from his crotch like a tree limb, pitching a lewd tent in the front of his pajama bottoms. He had a sudden, breathtaking vision of screwing her than and there, of pulling her down on the hall rug and ripping off her panties, of pushing his long, aching cock up into the wet soothing confines of her pussy, of fucking her like a madman, bashing up into her cunt so hard that the impact made her big soft tits jiggle like Jello on a plate, of holding his hand clamped tightly over her mouth to try and stifle her shrill squeals of pleasure.
He waited until she straightened up, then he moved. He slipped his hands in under her armpits, sliding his fingers around the sides of her ribcage, grasping the huge, resilient globes of her breasts in both hands, digging his fingers into the deliciously supple flesh as he jammed his lust-bloated loins uptight against the round firmness of her buttocks, making the bulbous head of his steely cock prod lewdly between the firm cheeks.
For a second, Tina was so shocked, so stunned, that she froze, dropping the vacuum cleaner hose to the floor. Jim used that brief instant to full advantage by animalishly kneading her big breasts, by grinding his cock into her ass. His pulse was jackhammering inside his skull and he was mewling with rapturous pleasure, trying to lick the back of her neck with his wet, red tongue.
Then Tina got hold of herself. Her face turning beet red, she made a half-hearted attempt to try and pry his obscenely clutching, milking fingers from her breasts, then raised her right foot and brought the heel of her shoe down on Jim Chandler's bare toes.
"YOW!" he croaked, releasing her, jumping back, hopping on one foot while trying to grab the other. He leaned against the banister, moaning softly through his clenched teeth.
Tina Jones picked up the still-humming vacuum cleaner's hose and held it out in front of her like a weapon, eyeing the pale-faced man with cold fury. Though Chandler's actual assault was a surprise, she had been expecting something of that sort from him ever since she started working for the family. He always got that "funny look" in his eye when he was around her. Tina had learned, from long experience, what that "funny look" meant.
"Damned!" Jim groaned, massaging his injured toes. "Why the hell did you do that?"
"Why do you think?" she said. "I don't like being jumped on. It makes me feel like a sack of foam rubber."
"Wow, gee. I'm sorry," he said, trying to smile sheepishly and not doing a very good job of it. His little fantasy of halfway raping her and making her love it, his vision of her being the always hot to trot wench, vanished right down the drain. He tried to look on the brighter side of things. So, he had to treat her with "respect," to be "nice" to her, to warm her up a little first... it couldn't kill him, right? Not so long as he got what he wanted in the end. His heart started pounding again.
Tina gave him a doubtful look and clutched the vacuum cleaner hose a bit tighter to her bosom as he once again moved toward her.
"Hey, don't worry," he said, that "funny look" spreading across his face. "I'm not going to try and jump on you again. We can play it any way you want. I'm open to suggestion."
The obscene lump in the front of his pajamas gave a great heave. It looked like he had a baseball bat hidden in there.
"I can see that," Tina said, smirking at him.
Jim limped right over to her and, without a word, reached out and put the flat of his hand right between her legs, giving her plump pubic mound a firm squeeze.
"Nice!" he said, hoarsely.
Tina's face flushed and she jammed the aluminum vacuum tube against his chest and jumped back. "Cut that out!" she cried.
"Come on, baby," Mr. Chandler crooned, his cock pulsing, bucking frantically, "let's go sneak in a closet somewhere and screw. I can show you a good time." The head of his penis nodded in bulging agreement.
"You stay right there!" Tina warned him, brandishing the aluminum tube like a club. The cleaning lady was furious, livid with rage. "What do you think gives you the right to be handling me? Do you think that what you're paying me means I not only got to do the laundry and wax the floors, but I got to be your whore, too?"
Jim Chandler gawked at her. That was exactly what he thought, exactly what he'd been led to believe, not by Tina, but by young Ainsley, a new man in the Dallas stock brokerage firm in which Jim was a junior partner. Ainsley had confided to Jim over a three martini lunch that the cleaning woman his wife had hired to come in two days a week was giving him more sex than he could handle. He described Tina Jones as the hottest, most cock-hungry piece of ass he'd ever fucked, and by the end of the lunch he'd convinced Jim that he had to try her out. To that end, Jim fired the long time Chandler maid, accusing her of stealing from the liquor cabinet, and replaced her, over his wife's objections, with Tina. Now, after the cleaning lady was settled in, Jim had figured to start collecting some of that good loving he'd heard so much about. He was absolutely stunned to discover that he'd figured wrong.
"I... uhh... well," Jim stammered, not wanting to put his foot in his mouth anymore than he already had.
"Well, if you ARE thinking that," Tina said defiantly, "you got a big surprise coming. I may do cleaning work for money, but I don't make love for money. If I was going to charge," she added haughtily, "you and me both know I could get about ten times what you're paying me to run this vacuum."
"Hey, if it's just the money," he said, brightening at the thought that dollars and cents was the only obstacle to his getting into her cunt. "I'm sure we can... "
"We can nothing!" she said, stamping her foot Her breasts flounced enticingly.
Looking at them, Jim could almost still feel them in his hands, the way they filled his palms, and he could still smell her perfume. He wanted her so bad that it was a physical thing, a gnawing hunger in his groin.
"Come on, don't be like that," he said, moving toward her again. "You can see what you do to me. I got to have you. I got to!"
The tree limb in his crotch was rigidly erect, parallel to the floor, and over the flannel-shrouded knob end there was a spreading wetness. Pre-cum was oozing from his slit, staining the front of his pajamas.
Tina winced as she saw him advance on her, as she saw that massive lance pointing right at her belly. She grabbed hold of the rug cleaning attachment on the end of the aluminum tube and wrenched it off, exposing the open end of the tube.
"I warned you, mister," she said. "Now, keep back!"
Jim ignored her. He wanted her too badly to be concerned about the threat from the howling vacuum. "Don't fight me," he said. "Let it happen."
She let him get within about four feet of her before she jabbed out with the tube. When she did, she aimed her thrust so the open end slipped right down over the blood-engorged head of his cock. It stopped up the tube tight and the vacuum cleaner motor instantly began a high-pitched whining as it fought to suck the obstacle down the hollow tube.
"OOUUCHHH!" Jim croaked, his eyes bulging wide as the awesome mechanical suction pulled at his cockhead, his knees knocking together as the tingling thrills exploded behind his balls. He shook his head frantically. He didn't want to cum, not like this. He grabbed the neck of the tube and tried to push it off his cock. "NOOOOOO," he moaned.
"DON'T FIGHT IT," Tina said, giggling, leaning forward, making it impossible for him to get the thing off his cock "let it happen."
The sound of a door opening and closing upstairs made Jim groan even louder. He backed up, hoping to get away from the madly sucking tube, but Tina backed up with him, pinning his back to the side of the banister.
"For Pete's sake!" Jim gasped.
"WHAT'S THE MATTER?" Tina said, twisting and turning the tube, making it squirm about his leaking cockhead. "DOESN'T IT FEEEEEEEEEEL GOOOOOOOOOOD?"
More doors opened and closed, and then Jim heard the brash male laughter of his sons as they started to descend the staircase. He couldn't bear the idea of their seeing him in such an undignified position... with his hard cock stuffed up a vacuum cleaner tube!
"PLEASE!" he moaned to Tina. "PLEASE, STOP IT. I WON'T HASSLE YOU AGAIN. I SWEAR!"
The blonde cleaning lady snorted with satisfaction and kicked the cleaner's switch to "off." As the motor wound down, she removed the tube from his cock.
"Oh," Jim breathed in relief. His erection vanished the moment the tube stopping sucking, deflating like a pricked balloon.
"Good morning, Dad," Chip said, as he and his brother. Bud, came down the stairs. Chip was the younger of the two, of a slighter build and much more energetic than his muscular, easy going brother.
"Wow, you're sure up early for a Sunday," Bud said, his voice hoarse and rasping. He winced with pain as he spoke. "Hi, Tina."
"Hi, Tina," Chip said.
Tina smiled at both of the Chandler boys, her blue eyes flashing. Both of them were extremely handsome young men. Bud was stockier, more plodding, slower on the uptake than Chip, but they had the same warm brown eyes, the same sun streaked light brown hair, the same even features. Bud wore his hair considerably shorter than Chip, primarily because of the requirements of the coach of his city college freshman football team.
"Good morning, boys," she said.
Chip was staring at his father's bare chest, a frown knitting his brows together.
"What happened to your shirt. Dad?" he asked.
"Yeah!" Bud said, seeing the naked, hairy chest for the first time. "Why are you running around the house like that?"
Jim Chandler suddenly wanted very much to change the focus of the conversation. "What's wrong with your voice. Bud?" he asked with fatherly concern.
Bud shrugged. "Nothing," he said.
Chip laughed. "He's got a sore throat from yelling at the game last night," he said. "Yelling from the bench."
"Shut up, twerp," Bud croaked, again wincing. He rubbed his throat.
"Sounds like he's coming down with something," Tina offered. "There's been a lot of virus going around."
"Hold still a minute," Jim said, stepping over to his son and putting a hand to his brow. "Bud, I think you're running a temperature."
"Huh?" Bud said, pulling his head back and feeling his own face.
"Maybe you'd better go back upstairs and get in bed, son," Jim said.
Chip clucked his tongue. "Yeah, Buddy, you'd better go get back in bed. Don't worry, though, I'll bring you up some crackers and ginger ale after a while."
"Hey, Dad, no way I can lay in bed today," Bud protested. "I've got a library date with a girl in my Basic English class."
"Gee," Chip said, "I didn't know the library was open on Sunday."
Bud's face turned red. He was not a very artful liar. "You watch it, twerp," he warned his younger brother. Then he turned back to his father. "Come on. Dad, give me a break. I've been trying to get a date with this girl for weeks. I'm strong as an ox. No measly cold is going to mess me up."
Jim regarded his son doubtfully. He was torn between wanting to be a strong disciplinarian and wanting to be a "pal" to his son. His final decision, his pronouncement on the subject was always the same. "Gee, Bud, I don't know," he said.
"Well, I do," Tina said authoritatively. "This virus thing isn't something to fool around with. I think you'd better just get yourself upstairs and into that bed, young man."
Bud groaned and Chip clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.
"If you're better later in the afternoon," Tina added, "we'll see about your going to the 'library'."
"That's really very big of you, Tina," Jeanine Chandler said nastily as she descended the stairs. She was wearing a gauzy, super-feminine floor-length wrap in pale violet, and the curlers and cold cream were gone. Her pale green eyes radiated pure evil. "I didn't realize that among your other areas of expertise, washing and scrubbing floors, ironing and vacuuming, that you were also a medical doctor."
Tina stiffened.
"I hope you're not going to charge us for a house call, though," Jeanine said.
"Come on. Mom," Chip protested.
"No, I won't!" Mrs. Chandler said. "Where does she get off telling our son what he can and cannot do? Who does she think she is?"
"Jeanine, please," Jim said, placatingly.
"I didn't mean any harm, ma'am," Tina said.
"There, see?" Jim said to his wife. "She didn't mean anything by it."
Jeanine glared at the cleaning lady haughtily, remaining four steps from the bottom of the stairs so she could look down on the servant.
"Don't you have some laundry to do?" Jeanine asked Tina, her tongue implying that laundry was akin to emptying out bedpans.
"Yes, ma'am," Tina said, obviously biting back the urge to respond with a cutting retort of her own. "Excuse me."
As Tina turned to go. Bud moved to follow her, his head lowered, his feet shuffling along.
"And where do you think you're going, young man?" his mother demanded.
Bud jerked his head around. "Awww, mom!" he moaned.
"Upstairs and into bed," she told him, pointing the way with a long-nailed finger.
The young man groaned, but did as he was told. Chip rushed up to assist his brother, taking his arm by the elbow, acting as if Bud was a complete invalid.
"Enough of that!" Jeanine warned her youngest son. "I won't have you teasing each other."
Chip gave her a weak smile and walked back down the stairs and on into the kitchen.
"Weren't you kind of hard on Tina?" Jim said to her. "I mean, it wasn't really that big a deal."
Jeanine gave him a pained look. "I won't have my house taken over by some stranger," she said evenly. "Why, Martha was with us for years and she'd never presume to boss either of the boys around like that."
"Too drunk," Jim said, grinning at her, "from sneaking our liquor."
She didn't think that was funny. She looked at his bare chest and her eyes narrowed. "What are you doing?" she asked, her tone dripping with scorn. "Playing Tarzan?"
"Me? Huh? What?" he said.
Jeanine put her hand to his chest, twining her fingers in the black, curly hairs. "Were you showing off this sexy rug of yours to her?"
Jim started to protest some more, but his face blushed and made a liar out of him.
"You'd better watch it," she said, suddenly jerking her hand away, taking with it a clump of shiny black hairs.
"Owww!" Jim cried, staring at the little fish white bald spot between his pectorals.
"Or you won't have anything left to show off," she said, grinning fiercely at him.
CHAPTER TWO
Though Bud's cold didn't appear to be anything serious, his parents insisted that he stay home from school the following day. Upon hearing the news of the young man's impending confinement, Tina staged a work slow down, failing to finish all of her Sunday housework, which made it necessary for her to come in on Monday to complete it. You see, Bud was one of the two reasons she'd taken the job with the Chandlers. The other reason wasn't the money; it was Chip.
Tina Jones discovered that she had a real "thing" for younger guys right after she turned thirty-five. That also happened to be the time when she really came into her own sexually. She had enjoyed sex before, but had never been able to control her own responses to any degree. Suddenly, at age thirty-five, she was her own mistress. It was like a second blooming for her. She discovered the delicious phenomenon of multiple orgasms and found herself suddenly able to rip off a string of three, four, even five in a row while her partner was just getting started. She soon discovered that the only men who could cum along with her, orgasm for orgasm, ejaculating each and every time, were very young guys. That was very important to her, too. It always felt better when she was cumming to feel hot semen shooting into her cunt. It always made her go wild. She liked the whole process of making it with younger guys, the initial seduction, the idea of being the wiser, worldly older woman, the sexual teacher. She also liked the smoothness of their bodies and the way they were so grateful, so willing to indulge her in her minor eccentricities.
Tina had wanted desperately to find a way to get alone with Bud, and now it had fallen right into her soft, warm lap. The nineteen-year-old might be sick, but she knew that she had the power to make him well... again and again and again.
She waited until Mrs. Chandler left the house to do some shopping... Chip and Jim had gone much earlier... before she went up to Bud's room to "clean" it.
"Knock, knock," she said, pushing the door open.
"Hi," Bud said, without much force. He was sitting up in his rumpled bed, his knees up, propping up a college text book.
"How're you feeling?" Tina said, pulling her vacuum cleaner in behind her.
"I feel fine today," Bud said. He shook his head. "My folks didn't believe me when I told 'em."
"They're just trying to look out for you," she said.
Bud shrugged. He looked at the open book on his lap and sighed. "Hey, Tina," he said, "do you know anything about ancient art?"
"That depends on what you call 'ancient'," she said. "Why do you ask?"
Bud looked up from the book. "Well, I took this class in Ancient Art at city college because all the guys on the team said it was a mick."
"A what?"
"Mickey Mouse," he said, smiling. "A real easy class without any homework. Show up and you get a 'c" and like that Anyway, I took the class, only now it doesn't seem so easy. I can't even make heads or tails of this stuff."
Tina walked over to the bed and looked over his shoulder. She was very aware of the fact that he didn't have a shirt on and that his skin was satiny smooth.
"What the hell is that?" he asked her, pointing at the photograph in the book. "What the hell are they doing?"
Tina focused on the photo and a warm shiver rippled up over her stomach. The picture was of some ancient East Indian sculpture, a stone carving of a naked man and woman embracing. What was confusing Bud was the entanglement of the couple's limbs. The woman, a robust, full-breasted nymphet, was standing on one tiny foot, with her other leg wrapped about the man's waist. Their loins were locked together and the rapturous expressions on both of their faces suggested that they weren't just rubbing bellies.
"I mean," Bud went on, "they aren't doing what I think they're doing, are they?"
Tina laughed. "I may not know much about ancient art," she said, "but I know what I like."
"Huh?" Bud said, turning to look up at her.
For a second, Tina thought that Bud was putting her on, trying to draw her out, but the look in his eyes was open, honest, vulnerable. She had a hell of a time keeping her hands off him. She wanted to put her hand on his chest and then just slide it right on in under the covers, until she could wrap her fingers about the hairy root of his hot young cock. She managed to fight down the lascivious impulse, not because she didn't intend to get her hands on his penis in the next few minutes, by hook or by crook, but because she didn't want to scare him by coming on too strong right at first.
"They're making love. Bud," she said.
He jerked his eyes back to the photo. "Damn!" he said. "Damn, I thought so! Isn't that something? Putting dirty pictures like that in a college book?"
Again, she had to look twice at him to make sore he wasn't pulling her leg. This time, she couldn't be so sure. There was a funny smirk to his lips. Either he was much dumber than she'd ever figured, or he was one hell of a lot smarter.
"If it's old, it's art," Tina said.
The, right out of the blue. Bud asked, "What were you and Dad doing downstairs yesterday morning?"
She gaped at him.
"I mean," Bud said, "you weren't doing that, were you?" He pointed at the photo of the ancient Indians locked in a carnal embrace.
Tina decided that Bud was smarter than she'd given him credit for. She also decided that the best way to get what she wanted from him was the direct route, to try and turn the tables on him. If he was trying to shock her, she could do the same to him.
"Your father tried to fuck me," she said matter-of-factly. "Practically raped me right there in the hall."
"No!" Bud said, his eyes wide with surprise and glee.
"Oh, yes," she said. "He had a hard-on that would've choked a horse and he wanted to give my pussy every inch of it."
The young man squirmed anxiously under the covers, his face flushing.
"Dad! I can hardly imagine it!" he said, shaking his head as if to clear it.
"Let me tell you," she said, "it was a shock to me, too. He grabbed my tits and jabbed me in the ass with that hard rod of his and wouldn't let go. Even after I stomped on his foot, he kept coming back, grabbing at my pussy and my tits, trying to talk me into going into a closet with him. Believe me, I had a heck of a time."
"Does that happen to you often?" Bud asked. "I mean, do guys like my father hit up on you while you're working?"
Tina looked at him. She could tell that the whole conversation was having a decidedly stimulating effect on the young man. For one thing, there were tiny beads of sweat forming on his upper lips, for another, his cheeks were hotly flushed, for yet another, his breath was coming in short gasps, and, finally, the clincher, something was moving under the covers, something that couldn't have been his hands, both of which were in plain sight, something in the general vicinity of his loins. Tina could practically smell the musky odor of arousal coming off of him. That imagined odor really set her juices to flowing.
"More often than not," she said, casually scratching at the peaks of her round breasts, at the definite, swelling peaks that were beginning to jut out from the gauzy blue nylon. Tina's nipples itched, all right, itched to be sucked by a young man's hot lips, to be licked by a young man's wet tongue, and as she attempted to alleviate her temporary discomfort, as she scratched, tiny tickles of pleasure rippled from nipples to belly to cunt, where they were transformed into heat, billowing heat.
Bud looked up at her. "Do you always turn them down like that?" he asked, swallowing hard.
She smiled at him. "Say what you mean. Bud," she said. "You mean, do I ever screw any of them?"
"All right, OK," he said. "That."
"If I told you, it might change your opinion of me," she said.
"No, it wouldn't," he protested, shifting his ass on the bed.
The poor guy was acting like he had ants in his pants. Tina knew that there wasn't any point in playing with him any more, that it was time to put her cards on the table. She reached out and took hold of the book.
"Hey! No!" Bud said, trying to grab the book back, clinging to it like it was a straw and he was a drowning man.
She knew why he wanted to keep the big book where it was covering his crotch. That ancient art book was serving as a shield to keep her from seeing what kind of an erection he'd sprung.
"I want to see it!" she said, jerking the book away. As she did, it became apparent that the "it" she wanted to see had nothing to do with the book. She wasn't looking at the book; she was looking at the huge, pulsing lump under the covers, a veritable tentpole of penis, that had been hiding behind the book's cover.
"Oh," Bud moaned, trying to cover himself with his hands, his face turning a deep dark red. It would've taken more than two hands to cover what he had sticking up between his legs.
"What's the matter?" Tina said ingenuously.
"Damned," he groaned, starting to turn away from her on his side.
She reached out and caught him by the arm, turning him back. "What you've got there isn't anything to be ashamed of. Bud," she said. "Some girls would regard it as a compliment. I know I do."
He blinked at her. "You're a very handsome young man," she said. "I'm flattered, really."
"God! You're just saying that! I feel like such an asshole!"
She stroked his arm, sliding her fingers up to his wrist, almost up to the fingers of the hand that tried to conceal the massive, hulking erection. "Show it to me. Bud," she said, giving his wrist a tender squeeze. Her palms ached with longing and her nipples stuck out like pencil stubs under the blue nylon. Tina was getting hotter than a firecracker. "Please, show it to me."
Bud couldn't believe he'd heard her right. It had sounded like she'd asked to see his hard cock.
She sat down on the edge of the bed next to him, her well upholstered hip rubbing into the side of his ribcage. "If you show me yours. I'll show you mine," she breathed.
The young man closed his eyes tight and swallowed the basketball in his throat. His ears were beet red.
"Come on. Bud, let me see it," she said, letting go of his wrist and taking hold of the covers. Gently, but firmly she began to pull them down.
His eyes still closed. Bud let out a soft sigh. It was the sound of his surrender to the need hammering over the entire length of his throbbing cock. He relaxed his grip on the covers, letting them slither down over his blood-engorged meat.
When the top edge of the covers, slipped down over the tip of his penis, teasing the fiery band of skin just beneath the moist slit, the super-sensitive flesh of his nerve bundle, his whole cock flexed ominously.
"Oh, it's beautiful!" Tina cooed, flinging the covers back, exposing the whole of his distended crotch.
Bud's penis was a lurid, curving length of smooth pink flesh, much wider at the root than at the tip, tapering upwards to the ruddy red bulb. There was much more flesh on the upper surface of his knob than the lower and it was formed into a widely flaring rim which crested the plum-like, clefted shape of his bulb proper. Below the wide cock root, fringed by his thick, brown hair, was the wrinkly pink bag of his scrotum. It was covered with fine, golden fuzz and contained two of the largest testicles Tina had ever seen. Great, bloated, kidney-shaped orbs, they shifted sluggishly under the thick, leathery skin, pulling uptight to his groin, nestled like a pair of goose eggs under the flexing base of his penis.
Tina reached out and touched the underside of his cock with the back of her index finger, running it up over the silky smooth skin all the way from the root to the tip.
"Wow!" Bud exclaimed, his eyes popping wide open, his cock jerking and bucking like crazy against his chest as the thrill of her caress rippled up and down his tumescent meat.
"Nice," she said, thickly, continuing to stroke him with a feather light touch, teasing her finger up and down, up and down, watching the way his penis was getting even harder, even more bloated with lust. "So very nice."
It was all poor Bud could to keep from climbing straight up the wall. Tina, the cleaning lady, the sex, big-titted cleaning lady, was playing with his cock. Every blue vein along its length stood out lewdly, like soda straws, and every tendon and ligament jutted out against the sleek skin, tightening, relaxing, tightening in raw animal rhythm.
More exciting to Tina than the change in size of his cock, more exciting than the subtle change in color, the darkening of the red of his spongy rim and nerve bundle, was the sight of the glistening bead of milky white that appeared at the slit in the head of his cock. She stroked him faster, rubbing her finger harder against the hot meaty shaft, and the bead grew fatter and fatter still, until it broke free of the slot and oozed slowly down over the purpling face of his bulb, trickling into the folds of his nerve bundle, rolling down over the underside of his cock until it touched her finger.
Tina shivered at the heat of his pre-cum, at the heavy, viscous feel of it. She used the back of her finger to smear the glistening juice back up the shaft, and when she reached the head, she took her finger away. Her own breathing coming in short, ragged gasps, she held her finger up to the light, staring at the gleaming white fluid that bathed it. She let Bud see it, too, see his own white seminal juice on her soft finger.
"Wow!" Bud choked, his cock thumping on his bare chest, as he watched her raise that finger to her full, sensual mouth, watched her open her lips, watched her extend her long, pointed pink tongue.
"Ummmmmm," Tina moaned, lashing her tongue over his pre-cum, licking it up from her finger, revelling in the salty, nut-like flavor, in the heady, musky fragrance. "UMMMMMM, I LOVE IT!"
"You do?" he said in astonishment.
Tina's finger was spotlessly clean, glistening with her warm saliva. "I do," she told him, looking down at his huge, throbbing penis, at the new bead of semen that had appeared in his slot. "I like to lick cock, too, especially when it's a big, juicy one like yours."
Bud knew that she was going to lick his cock then. He started shivering as if he had been stricken by a high fever, and his violent tremblings caused the cum bead to break free, to follow the sticky path of its predecessor.
"Oh!" Tina gasped, turning, dropping her mouth down onto his crotch. She mashed the tip of her tongue against the base of his upcurving erection and swept it up, licking away the trickle of sperm.
"Oh man!" Bud cried, his hips jerking, hunching reflexively up from the bed as he felt her tongue slide over his thrill center, as the quivers of ecstasy raged down his cock to his swollen testicles.
Tina did not stop there. She swirled her tongue up over the shiny, drum-tight head of his cock. sliding its tip down into the deep cleft, actually digging it into his slot. Then, she swirled her way back down, all the while, moaning and gasping, whimpering through her flared nostrils. Under her tongue, his cock was searing hot, and it tasted keen and sharp and manly. More than the feel or the taste, there was something new, unused about his penis that turned her on and then some. The more she licked, the more hot saliva rushed into her mouth until she couldn't even begin to swallow it all, until it spilled out of her lips and splashed over his pulsing manhood in a seething, slippery wave.
Bud groaned and twisted his ass on the bed, watching with bulging eyes as the beautiful woman slobbered all over his cock, lapping at it from root to tip like it was some kind of crazy meat popsicle. The waves of pleasure were nonstop and so was the flow of his pre-cum. It bubbled and gurgled from his slot in a sticky white wave, mixing with the glistening juice of her saliva, gliding down over the lust-bloated rim of his cock.
Mere licking would no longer suffice for Tina. Between her legs there was a raging bonfire, between her ears there was only a drive, a hunger, an unquenchable passion. She pressed her wet lips to the base of his cock, twisting her head so that the shaft lay in the trough of her mouth, so that her lips were parallel to its sides. Then the cleaning lady commenced to suck and nibble, to squirm her nibbling, sucking, slurping mouth up the underside of his penis.
Bud's feet started kicking frantically and he grabbed hold of her head, not sure whether he wanted to stop her from doing it or whether he wanted to urge her on. The sensation was that devastating... and as her madly nursing lips rose closer and closer to the blood-filled head of his cock, the feeling became even stronger. It was juicy, hot and slick, and he could see her face down there, see her lips gaping about the lewdly throbbing shaft of his penis, see her lovely smooth cheeks all drawn in as she sucked.
"NUMMMMMMMM," Tina crooned to the hotly pulsing cock, sliding her hungry lips up over the wrinkly nerve bundle folds, sucking and biting extra hard, knowing that her mouth was covering the seat of all his pleasure.
"Yow!" Bud croaked, sitting bolt upright on the bed. It felt like she'd stuck a live wire right up his ass! A solid jolt of pure delight shot down his cock the second her lips made contact with his nerve-filled folds... and it just kept on shooting as she sucked that tender flesh into her mouth, as she gently gnawed it between the edges of her teeth.
Tina could tell that she had the young man coming apart at die seams. His whole cock was twitching and quivering like mad under her mouth and the flow of pre-cum had become a torrent.
Gasping for breath, she slipped her mouth over the head of his cock, forcing the oozing tip between her teeth, holding it like that as she lashed her tongue back and forth over the dribbling slot.
Bud's lower jaw hung open. He couldn't believe the thrills she was giving him, both by the mouth to cock contact and by the obscene spectacle she was making of herself. She was not only sucking the head of his penis, but was making sure that he could see her doing it, that he could see how much she loved doing it. He gaped at the way her perfect, plump lips were slowly smooching down over the bulb of his cock, opening wider and wider to encompass his flaring rim. He stared at the shape of the head of his cock as it pushed into her mouth, as it distended her smooth cheeks, as it flung wildly against them, and her adam's apple was bobbing as she sucked down the steady stream of pre-cum pushing up from his sperm bloated balls. The rhythmic bobbing of her throat was mirrored in the rhythmic sucking of her lips and mouth.
If Tina had ever sucked a bigger cock, she couldn't remember when. Even though the hinge points of her jaws felt like they were about to crack, even though his knob was pushing out against the insides of her cheeks and down on her tongue, even though his rim was pressing up on the roof of her mouth, she wasn't about to give up until she had him all. She wrapped her fist about the base of his cock and began to twist and turn it, to pump the loose outer sheath of cockskin up and down over the rigid, throbbing inner bone. She masturbated his penis into her mouth and as she did, she lowered her head even more, jamming the heavy tip of his bulb into the back of her mouth.
Bud was so hot that nothing mattered to him but getting his balls off. His mother could've walked in at that moment and it wouldn't have stopped him. The stocky young man started squirming his hips, flipping them, fucking his cock through her pumping fist, fucking it through the tight, sucking ring of her lips. His balls were bouncing against her hand, but that didn't slow him down. Grunting and groaning, his face contorted by his own all-consuming hunger. Bud began to hump in earnest.
Again and again, the head of his cock bashed into the back of her mouth. Tina moaned at the sharp, stinging pain. She knew what she was about to do would hurt her much, much more, but it was a pain that she craved. His wet cockhead was sliding in and out of her mouth, so hot, so slippery, filling it until she thought her head would burst, and she wanted still more. She wanted to feel the whole length of the meaty erection fucking in and out of her throat She wanted to feel it all pulsing inside her, while she nuzzled the tip of her nose into his crisp, sweat-soaked pubes.
"Whoa!" Bud wailed, his hips freezing in mid-thrust as the lovely woman bent over his lap and suddenly crammed the head of his over the back of her tongue, as she suddenly, miraculously swallowed the whole bloated bulb, as her obscenely ovaled lips slowly glided down his arching shaft, as his aching cock was sheathed in her squeaky tight throat.
The young man was more than ready for that hot, wet confinement, but he didn't exactly know how to treat it. With a low, guttural moan, he began to hunch up from the bed, to fuck into her throat brutally, driving inch after straining inch deeper and deeper into her pain-racked gullet.
Tears brimmed in Tina's eyes. He was killing her! Fucking her throat like it was the cunt of some two dollar whore! The shaft of his cock was raping through her open mouth, the head was surging up into her throat, stretching the tight walls, threatening to split them wide open. As much as it hurt, she would not give in, would not pull away. She gripped his hips and held her head still, letting the young man lunge up into her face, giving him full access to her throat.
Bud leered at the action through pleasure-slitted eyes. He could see the whole, friction-reddened, slobber-drenched length of his penis disappearing into her mouth, fucking in and out like some obscene piston. He was fucking into her so far that her lips were sliding down to encircle the bristling root of his cock, so far that his balls were nuzzling against her smooth, saliva-spattered chin. And she was sucking him the whole time! Furiously sucking the whole pulsing length of his cock! It was like some crazy wet dream come true.
When Tina felt his pubes tickling her nose, when she'd managed to house the entire, straining telephone pole of his cock in her throat, she went more than a little crazy. Whining through her nose, she pressed down on his, hipbones, pinning his squirming ass to the bed. Then the lust-maddened cleaning lady started bobbing her head, jamming his cock in and out of her mouth and throat as fast as she could, mashing her lips down over his broad root, grinding her chin into his fuzzy scrotum.
The young man didn't know what to do. He knew what he wanted to do, to flip his hips, to drive his aching bone deep into her throat, but she wouldn't let him. She was calling the shots now and all he could do was lie there and take it. He watched spellbound as her lips smooched up and down his quivering pole of flesh. As they slipped up the shaft, they sort of clung to the sides of it and were drawn far away from her face, like the lips of a chimpanzee about some lewd, red banana. And she was going faster and faster, working him up into a real cum frenzy. It was almost as if she could sense his growing need to ejaculate.
Tina could more than sense his impending climax... she could taste it! She could taste the quickening rush of his seminal fluid as she thrust his cock in and out of her gullet. The salty, nut sweet taste and the cloying, rank aroma filled her skull until she thought it would burst, and his pre-cum mixed with and thickened her saliva, oozing into her mouth in a slimy torrent until it was of the consistency of hot Vaseline. Spurred on by the flavor of his semen, by the hoarse, croaking sounds of his arousal, Tina was no longer conscious of any discomfort. Her throat was totally relaxed and she was gulping down his immense erection like a starving person, not only jamming the obscene thing in to the hilt, but twisting and turning her head as she did so, making the tight, sucking ring of her lips, the slithery sheath of her throat squirm about his pulsating cock.
It was too much for Bud. The waves of joy rushing down his cock had turned into a waterfall of pleasure, constant, all-consuming pleasure. It felt as if his whole crotch were glowing with a kind of delicious golden light, radiating a kind of seething animal heat. His balls were so tight, pulled up so close to his groin, that he was afraid they'd pop right up inside of him. The faint tingling in his bulb became a jangling as she started really going animal on him, as she began salaciously rolling her head around to maximize his ecstasy.
"OOOOHHHH!" the young man howled. Slobber and cum were dripping from her diving lips and she was sucking like a demoness, her mouth giving off nasty wet sputtering sounds like a pump working overtime.
He knew damn well that she wanted him to orgasm, that she wanted to catch it all, all of his sticky, white semen in her mouth, she wanted to eat it! The jangling in his cockhead exploded and he let out a shrill cry, trying to fight back the rhythmic, fluttering spasm taking control of his loins. He stuck the tip of his tongue out between his teeth and bit down hard, trying to combat the pleasure with pain, trying to drag out the delicious sensation just a little longer.
Tina felt him stiffen under her, felt his cock throb ominously between her lips and against the sides of her throat. She knew that he was right on the verge of letting go, that he was struggling frantically to hold back, to keep from giving her her due. The cleaning lady would not be denied. She raised her mouth up to the head of his cock, holding that drool-drenched knob between her lips, then drew in her cheeks, sucking with all of her might.
"WOW!!" Bud shouted as she drove her mouth back down, as lips and tongue and throat swallowed his cock. The suction was so powerful. the feeling so fantastic, like he was fucking into a super-tight pussy, that no amount of tongue-biting in the world could've kept him from blowing his nuts.
"UHH! UHHHHH!!!" he wailed, his hands grabbing at her madly bobbing head, his cockhead pulsing, his shaft throbbing, as the tidal wave lifted him. Joy exploded in his loins and he couldn't stop it. He moaned and thrashed as he felt his testicles start pumping like two tiny but powerful engines, forcing his thick sperm to gush up the hollow stem of his cock.
Tina whimpered as that first tablespoon of molten cum burst into her throat. She held her mouth jammed down tight over his root and let it happen, let the choking, searing fluid surge into her gullet. It hurt her to swallow it down, but she didn't care. She wanted it all, every gooey drop. Gasping frenziedly, she began bobbing her head again, but much, much slower, maintaining the powerful suction, teasing, stretching his orgasm out to the limit.
Bud was no longer aware of anything but his own pleasure. Gush after gush of his sperm shot from the head of his cock and into her mouth and throat, and all that mattered to him was that she keep on sucking, keep on moving her head up and down.
Tina gulped down his manly fluid until her belly ached from its sloshing volume. When she could take no more, even though his penis was still bucking and jerking between her lips, still shooting blob after blob of hot, sticky semen into her mouth, she gripped his cock by the root and lifted her head. The furiously throbbing, cum and slobber bathed head slipped from her friction-reddened lips.
"OH! OH, WOW!!" Bud moaned deliriously. What she was showing him was an even bigger kick than fucking into her throat! With her fist wrapped about the glistening root of his cock, she was pumping his shaft, making his cum shoot up in the air, letting the milky dribbles fall on her ecstatic face, her cheeks, nose, her parted lips, her wildly wiggling tongue.
"UMMMMMM, I LOVE IT!" she cooed, catching the pearly cum beads on her wet tongue, holding them there for him to see. She wallowed in the gooey sperm, wringing out his shaft to get every last drop out of it and on her face.
By the time she was though, by the time he was though, semen hung in long, yo-yoing strands from the edge of her chin. It clung in gleaming droplets to the tip of her nose and the corners of her mouth. It even dampened one of her soft spit curls.
Tina licked away the beads of cum around her lips and gave his rapidly softening cock a few brisk pumps. She could feel the shaft throb in answer to her caress, but only weakly. She was determined to get him up again... and knew just how to do it, too.
"It's my turn now," she said, straightening up.
Bud, his face still furiously flushed from the aftermath of his climax, could only stare at her and blink.
"You showed me, right?" she said.
The young man nodded, dully.
"Now, it's my turn to show you," she told him, getting up from the bed and starting to unbutton the front of her blue nylon uniform.
Bud continued to nod, a strange light in his bloodshot eyes.
CHAPTER THREE
As much as Tina liked sucking on a young guy's stiff as a stick cock, she almost thought that she liked stripping in front of him even better. She liked to watch the expression on his face, the look of surprise quickly replaced by delight, then raw, animal lust, as she unveiled her considerable charms.
"OOOOH, BUD, YOU'VE GOT ME SO HOT!" she cooed to the slack-jawed guy, fanning herself with the unbuttoned lapels of her uniform, showing him the deep, natural cleavage between her brassiere-encased breasts. She was wearing a pale blue tricot brassiere, the kind that are meant to give the appearance of no bra at all. The slick blue cups clung to her lush mounds like a second skin, doing practically nothing to conceal their succulent, cone-like shape or the color of the taut nipples beneath.
"MAN!" Bud choked, leering at her big, womanly breasts. Under the sheer, powder blue nylon, he could see the crinkly stubs of her erect nipples. They jutted out provocatively from the sleek globes, their reddish maroon color darkened almost to purple by the intervening fabric. What gave her breasts a staggeringly lewd appeal, aside from their size, of course, was the way that her stiff nipples were held in the tight cups. They were pulled off to the side, one pointing up and out and the other pointing just out. It made her tits look all wall-eyed.
Tina quickly shrugged out of her uniform top, pulling her arms out of the sleeves. The rumpled bodice slipped down to the wide swelling of her hips and stayed there. She reached behind her back with both hands to unclasp the snap of her brassiere. As she did this, she stuck her chest out, practically thrusting her breasts into the delirious boy's face.
Bud's eyes were darting up and down, trying to take in all that she was showing him, not only the lush curves of her ripe breasts, but the sleekness of her ribcage, the soft swell of her stomach.
Then Tina undid her brassiere snap. She undid it and just let nature take its course. The tightly stretched brassiere was under such tension from trying to contain her big tits that, when the tension was released, the whole thing sort of snapped forward, cups popping off of her sleek mounds, shoulder straps sliding down her slim arms.
"Oh," Bud moaned softly, leering at her naked breasts, at the long maroon nipples, no longer distorted by the brassiere, sticking out from the slightly droopy tips of her tits like a pair of obscene pencil stubs. Her nipples were so taut, so crinkly, that their round areolas were no more; everything was puckered out into the long, hard buds.
"Nice, huh?" Tina said, thickly, gathering up most of the succulent flesh in both hands and squeezing it, digging her fingertips into the soft, resilient breast meat, mashing the silky globes up against her chest, flattening them out until they looked like full moons.
"OOHHHH!" the young man groaned, mesmerized by the way she was making her breasts bobble and quiver, by the obvious pleasure she was getting by fondling herself.
But Tina was just getting warmed up in that department. She lifted her right breast up, her fingers circling the soft, round end, squeezing it so hard the supple flesh sort of ballooned up from her grip. She pointed her own fiery hot nipple at her chin, then, twisting her head to the side and lowering it, she somehow managed to get that long stub within range of her pointed pink tongue.
"AAAGGGGHHHH!" Bud wailed as he watched her swirl her wet tongue over the taut nipple, moistening it with hot slobber. It was such a lewd sight that it put wings to his libido and, even before the impassioned cleaning lady lowered her head further, actually popping the stub into her own mouth. Bud's cock was flexing animatedly, slowly inching its way back to full, straining erection.
Tina nursed at her own breast, revelling in the sensation of sucking and being sucked, milking the soft cone into her mouth, crooning to it. As she did, she let go of her left breast and slid the flat of her hand down over her stomach, pushing the rumpled uniform top down, down, down until it slipped over her flaring hips and dropped down her legs to the floor.
As the garment dropped, so did Bud's eyes. He made a soft, whimpering sound as he stared at what Tina was wearing below the waist. Her panties were made of the same powder blue tricot as her brassiere. They were cut in a skimpy bikini style, very narrow in the crotchband and at the hips. Indeed, the strip of fabric over her mound didn't even cover half of that well-upholstered swelling. It merely ran up the center of it. On either side of the narrow band, sticking out in a shaggy bush, was the dense, shiny black hair of her pussy. It looked even lewder against the snow white of her inner thighs.
As Tina stepped out of her uniform, she lifted and spread her knees, tipping up the flat plane of her cunt to his full view.
Bud nearly swallowed his tongue. Above the padded summit of her mound, the flimsy tricot was translucent, he could easily see the dark shadow of the rest of her pubic hair under it. Below the summit, down between her thighs, it was an entirely different story. For one thing, it wasn't dry. There was an obscenely glistening patch about three inches long that ran the length of her crotchband. It was totally saturated with the slick seepage from her pussy and, as the wet material clung to the 'flesh of her cunt, it turned transparent. Bud could actually see the gleaming red lips of her pussy, the soft fringe of black hairs that -rimmed them right through the crotch of her sopping panties, and at the very bottom of the narrow strip, he got a glimpse of the way it cut up between the firm, jutting cheeks of her ass.
Tina pursed her lips and sucked herself harder, her lips making wet, sloppy sounds as she drew the whole tip of her breast out of shape, pulling it up into a steep cone. Her free hand was busy down between her legs, busy gently moving over the protuberant hummock, fingers busy teasing through the crisp, shiny pubic hairs.
Bud knew she was going to touch her pussy, knew that she was going to do it right in front of him. That thought, that lascivious idea, made chills rocket up his spine and sent his cock surging out into stony hardness.
The cleaning lady moved closer to the bed. letting her much-sucked nipple pop from her lips, letting the contorted breast fall from her fingers. The whole tip of her breast was all red and glistening, and there were finger marks in the soft flesh of the mound. She put a foot up on the bed frame and flung her knees wide apart, letting the astounded boy gape into her hot fork.
"Oh, I'm all gooey!" she moaned excitedly, the tip of her index finger teasing down through the ruff of black hair that stuck out from under the crotchband. She ran her finger all the way down the inside of her fork, right next to the edge of the strip of fabric, almost, but not quite touching her own cunt.
Bud could've sworn that as that finger neared the bottom of her slit, through the wet crotchband he could see those swollen red petals start to quiver and twitch anxiously.
Tina was getting anxious, all right. Every time his cock jerked on his chest, thumping on his sternum like a big, red log, a little tingle of excitement coursed through her body. He was even bigger, even more bloated than the first time! She wanted that huge hunk of penis so badly that she couldn't keep her hands off herself. She started stroking the center of her crotchband, digging a fingernail into the sticky material, dragging it up and down her pussy.
"OH! OH!!" she gasped. Instead of making things better, she was only making them worse. Rippling waves of pleasure rushed up from her cunt, then up over her tummy to her heavy tits. She started using the pads of her fingers, three of them at once, rubbing them up and down, up and down the wet strip.
Bud could hear the sloppy, squishy sounds her pussy was making as she fondled herself. Those sounds raised the short hairs on the back of his neck and absolutely electrified his cock. That aching length of meat jerked up and stayed up, sticking out of his crotch like the limb of a tree, and from the tip of the limb dripped a steady flow of white, viscous sap.
Tina was beginning to lose control of herself. Her pussy was gushing juice; it was oozing from her font and trickling down the insides of her thighs, down over the round cheeks of her ass. As she continued to rub the lips of her cunt, her hips began to tick, to flip with a will of their own. Her whole body was raging with heat, with the need to fuck.
The young man gulped when he saw her slide the tip of her finger in under that sloppy band. He could see what she was doing to herself, see it right through the fabric. She was pushing her own finger right up in between her puffy labia, sticking it right up her wet cunt!
"UHHHHHM" Tina groaned, her eyelids fluttering shut, her hips starting to swivel salaciously as she forced her stiffened finger to slide up into the warm, juicy cavern of her pussy.
Bud watched her long, slender finger disappear between the fat petals, watched the tiny, ecstatic sneer that rippled through her upper lip as she began twisting and turning the buried digit, finger fucking the hell out of herself.
The cleaning lady was no longer responsible for her acts. Whining like a bitch in heat, she proceeded to flick and twiddle the oily marble of her clitoris, to send surge after surge of pure pleasure rushing over her mound. Every flick brought an instantaneous response from her belly and groin, a sudden tightening of the muscles of her cunt, a sudden, firm clasping of wet pussy walls about her fingertip.
The young man gawked as she corkscrewed her finger in to the knuckle, as she half drew it out, showing him the gleaming, viscous love juice that coated it.
"I'M GETTING TOO HOT!" she moaned, tiny and far off like a little child lost.
If what she was doing to herself was what was driving her crazy, she apparently had no intention of giving herself any mercy. Groaning, grunting lasciviously, she picked up the tempo of her masturbation, hunching wildly into her deeply probing finger, going to town on herself right under the poor guy's nose.
"OH! OH, NO! NOOOOO!" she waited, fitting a second finger in beside the first, thrusting both of them in under the sopping panty crotchband, both of them up into the quivering passage of her cunt.
Bud's breathing was no longer even, steady; instead, it was a ragged rasping. His eyes were bulging from his head as he took in all the hot action. She was wailing on her cunt so vigorously, working her fingers in and out so fast, that she was stretching out the wet crotchband. After a minute or so of the double finger action, it hung down from her fork like the pouch of a slingshot. Bud could see the glistening, moisture-beaded mouth of her cunt, the super slick inner lips gliding down over the hard fucking fingers. Everything was so hot, so wet that he could hardly stand it.
Suddenly, Tina stiffened, straightened up, her eyes popping wide open. "OHHHH!!" she gasped. Then her hips shifted into overdrive. She was cumming! With a true expert's touch, she triggered her own ecstasy, making the walls of her pussy go into near-terminal spasm, making the skull-busting rush of pleasure rocket up her spine.
Bud had never seen anything like it. The woman was snorting, sniffling like a bitch in heat, flinging her hips forward and back, making her sputtering cunt gobble those wet fingers. The way she shook her big, firm ass, the way she rolled her hips, made his mouth go dry. He could imagine that it was his cock and not her fingers getting the full benefit of all that exquisite movement, the hot, buttery folds of her vagina teasing, slithering down over his lust-hardened cock.
Tina writhed and wriggled, totally uninhibited by the presence of the rapt spectator. She stretched out her pleasure to the outer limit, continuing to flick and fan her tender clitoris until it gave out only a feeble tremor of joy. Then she pulled her fingers from her cunt and held them up for Bud to see.
"Juicy Lucy, that's me," she said, gleefully. Then, before the boy could react, she reached out and rubbed those sticky, juicy-drenched fingers all over his face, over his nose, his mouth, his chin, painting his flushed features with her womanly lubricant.
"AAAGGGGHHHH!" Bud groaned, his nostrils flaring widely as the pungent scent of her pussy burned into his brain. It was like nothing he'd ever smelled before, so raw, so enticing, so wonderful! At the first whiff of it, his mouth flooded with buckets of hot slobber. At the second, his cock began flopping about on his belly.
"GO ON, LICK," she said, rubbing the glistening juice into his lips. "TASTE IT."
Bud practically chewed her fingers off. Without a thought to the depraved nature of the act, the young man began actually sucking at her juicy fingers, licking and swirling his tongue over them to get all the rich and flavorful lubricant he could. The invigorating scent of her cunt put him into a kind of animalish frenzy. It was purely the call of the glands. He was like the tomcat on a back fence who suddenly gets a whiff of a pussy in heat and goes wild, fighting, clawing, biting anything that stands in his way of getting to that tight little crevice. Bud had been with girls before, but never quite so far so fast, and the pussy juice he'd sniffed was a pale substitute for the rich, womanly aroma that Tina had to offer.
"Oww!" she cried, jerking her hand back. "You bit me, you little devil!"
Bud leered at her. He didn't seem the least bit sorry for what he'd done.
"I'm going to get out of these wet panties now," Tina told him. "You don't mind do you?"
"UNNNNMPH!" Bud said, grinning ferociously.
Tina giggled and started rolling her panties down. She peeled them down over her thighs, then away from her crotch. After pulling them off her feet, she straightened up.
Bud was almost sorry she had. While she was bent over, those delicious breasts of hers were hanging straight down, marvelous, jiggling cones of succulent flesh. Then, she opened her thighs to him again, this time showing him her bare cunt, and he forgot all about her tits.
"What do you say?" she said, running her fingertips over the shockingly long and dense tufts of black hair atop her mound.
"Huh?" Bud said, without much interest. His attention was completely focused on her bare pussy.
"What do you say when you want something?" she elaborated, her fingertips sliding down over the summit of her cunt, down over the slick, red petals, petals that drooped widely apart.
"OOOHHH!" he gasped as she peeled herself open, as she actually showed him the creamy red lining of her cunt, the madly flexing sphincter at the mouth of her dark, mysterious channel.
Tina made a sour face at him. "You're not playing the game right," she chided. "You're supposed to say 'please" when you want something. Everybody knows that."
"PLEEEEEEASSSSSSE!" he warbled, gulping down his own hot drool. If anything, the smell of her pussy was getting stronger, heavier. It seemed to fill the room with its delicious, pungent, powerfully moving aroma.
She shook a wet finger at him. "Pretty please," she corrected.
"PRETTY PLEEEEEEEASSSSSE!" he howled, his rigid cock nodding up and down, up and down as if in agreement.
"That's better," she said. "Now, I want you to lie real still until I tell you to move, understand?"
Both Bud and his penis nodded.
The reason that Tina wanted the young man to keep still was because she wanted to exercise a bit of control over him, to make him chomp at the bit a tiny bit, to tease and taunt him and thereby heat herself up for the upcoming fuck session even more. A major part of her lust for younger men was their willingness to indulge her need to push them around. They were so happy to get a chance at fucking her that they would've gladly jumped through hoops, balanced beach balls on their noses, etc., etc.
"OOOOOOH," she sighed, leaning over his hot smooth body, making the even hotter tips of her breasts graze his chest and arms.
Bud shivered uncontrollably as those silky globes, those red hot buds teased over his body. His cock pulsed and throbbed and thumped his breastbone as she dragged her soft breasts over it, too, making her supple cones bump back and forth, back and forth over the rigid shaft.
Tina had to bite her lower lip to keep from shrieking with joy as some of his heavy pre-cum smeared over her nipples. The hot, slippery sensation was almost, but not quite, enough to make the over-heated woman cum again.
She massaged the whole front of his body with her breasts, rubbing them into his groin, his belly, and finally his face.
As soon as those hot nipples brushed his chin. Bud was on them with an open mouth. Moaning his delight, he sucked the long, hard stub deep into his mouth, working his tongue against it feverishly, his cheeks puffing in and out as he nursed.
"NO, BUD," she groaned. "BITE THEM! BITE THEM HARD!!"
The young man obeyed. He snapped his teeth shut, trapping the erect bud between them, then proceeded to grind his jaws, to roll the trapped nipple back and forth against the hard edge of his teeth.
"OH! OH, YESS! YESSSSS!" she hissed, milking her tit into his feverish face. She was straddling his hips, leaning down so that while her right breast was in his mouth, her left hung draped over his ear. Cooing with delight, she spread her knees out even wider, so she could lower her steaming cunt to his belly.
"WOW!" Bud croaked as he felt that searing, sticky pussy mash into his bare stomach, as he felt the wet hairs, the heavy petals smooching apart, the viscous lubricant dripping down into his navel.
"OOOOOH, OOOOOOH," the cleaning lady moaned, hunching her hips, sliding the sopping mop of her cunt up and down, shifting it slightly so, instead of rubbing over his belly, she was rubbing over the hotly throbbing underside of his blood-heated cock.
Despite her warning to lay still. Bud began to squirm and thrash beneath her. He couldn't t help himself. This was as close to getting laid as he'd ever been. The wet, spongy lips of her pussy were smooched out, gaping about the shaft of his cock, and she was making them slide up and down, making his penis glide through the hot, buttery crevice. He started kicking his feet, pounding his heels into the bed.
'EASY, BUD! EASY!" she gasped, her own mind about to come unglued from the feel of all that hot meat in the grip of her convulsing cunt.
But Bud couldn't t take it easy. Her cunt juice was drizzling all down over his cock, down over his aching balls. The raw, musky smell of her pussy was wafting up at him, whooshed up into his face every time she flipped her supple hips. His own hips started to chum, to buck wildly, to force his hard cock to flip through the slithery, sputtering grip of her labia.
Tina could sense that things were about to get completely out of hand, so she took matters in hand, lifting her belly from his and grabbing hold of the neck of his jerking, slippery cock with a crushing death grip.
"EASY!" she said.
Bud ignored her and lunged his ass up from the bed, trying to drive his cock through her fist. "GACK!" he exclaimed as he discovered that what he intended was impossible. Her grip was so tight that it was like fucking into a solid wall. Only in this case, the solid wall was part of Bud's anatomy. All his violent thrust did was to jam the rigid inner stick of muscle to the limit within its fleshy sheath. It forced the loose outer skin to pull down so tight across the bulb that it flattened it alarmingly, like a model in a wind tunnel test.
Slowly, the young man lowered his ass to the bed, his eyelids fluttering.
"That's it," she told him. "Just relax and let Tina do it" Tina was more than ready to do it, too. She leaned forward, dropping her chest, squashing her tits on his chest, tipping her full-cheeked ass up high in the air like a pussy cat presenting its cunt to a horny tom. Bud whimpered as she wrenched his penis down, dragging the bloated head through her velvety cuntal drapery. Between the deep cleavage of her breasts, he could see his cock sticking up like a flagpole between his legs. The head of it was hidden from sight by her protuberant and hairy mound.
"YAHHHH," she said, ecstatically, holding his cock pressed tight to her wet folds, raising and lowering her bottom, making the tip of his penis slide not only over her hot pussy, but up between the tight cheeks of her ass, up over the raging hot ring of her anus.
Bud stiffened as, for a delirious instant, the tip of his cock nosed into that tight, wrinkly hole and the hole responded by opening wide, stretching like hot taffy. He thought for sure she was going to take him up her ass!
The look on his face was pure ga-ga and Tina couldn't help but laugh at him. "My, but you are a nasty boy, Bud," she said, giving her buns a wiggle, "I think you'd actually like to slide your cock up there."
The nasty boy could only moan from low in his belly as her wild wriggling forced the head of his penis to push deeper into her tightly clasping sphincter.
Tina was only teasing him, though. She needed his cock up her cunt and nothing less would do. She lifted her ass again, lifting the hot anal ring from about his bulb.
"OH! " the young man cried.
Tina wasn't going to disappoint him. As the head of his cock slipped down across the super-smooth, super-sensitive band of skin that separated her ass from her cunt, Tina firmly pushed the tip against her body. When the tip came sliding into the hot, buttery nadir of her pussy, it glided right on in like a hot knife through butter.
"JEEEEZ!" Bud wailed as he felt her cunt yielding to him, opening to suck in his aching bone. The yielding wasn't all that easy for Tina. She'd handled some regular bull cocks in her time, but Bud's penis was something else again. She could feel herself tearing inside, ripping to accommodate his monstrous cock. The massive bulb shoved her cuntal walls so far apart that she was sure her tube would split wide open, and the flaring rim rasped over her tender clitoral bud as if trying to scrape it off.
But for Bud, there was nothing but pleasure. He wasn't ripping, tearing. His cock, that mindless stick of muscle, was rudely jamming up into her belly,-through the tight, trembling grip of her pussy lips, surging into the blazing, sticky channel beyond.
"MAN, OH, MAN! " he gasped as more and more of his meaty erection slipped up her cunt. He put his hands on her arms and began to massage them, running his fingers over her silky smooth skin.
"No, Bud, don't," she told him, her voice tiny, pinched by the hurt she was suffering. She pushed his hands away. She did this not because what he was doing didn't feel good. It felt too damn good... and at this early stage of their fucking, before his massive cock was properly greased with her juices, before her pussy had stretched to accommodate it, she was afraid of getting distracted from the task at hand, of getting too excited.
"Your skin is so soft," he moaned, touching her shoulders, her neck, sliding his fingers down over the heavy globes of her breasts, catching her stiff nipples between them.
"BUD, STOP! STOP!!" she pleaded, shuddering as his gently pinching, gently tweaking fingers caused hot, tingling thrills to explode at the tips of her tits, to rush straight down between her thighs. "WAIT! WAIT JUST A SECOND!"
The young man wasn't paying any attention to her. As it was, his attention was torn between two things: the squeaky tight sheath squirming down over his bulging cock and the lush, resilient tits under his kneading fingers. Whimpering softly from the awesome pressure in his skill and scrotum. Bud mauled her breasts, grinding the heels of his hands into her nipples, mashing them up against her chest.
The rasping caress of his cock shaft over her clitoris, the rasping caress of his hands on her tender nipples were driving the cleaning lady wild. Raging waves of pleasure surged from tits to pussy and pussy to tits and suddenly she was wheezing and panting, suddenly her face was beet red, suddenly she didn't give two hoots in hell about how much it hurt, about the danger to herself.
"UHHHHH!" she grunted, snapping her hips, dropping her entire weight down on the juncture of their bodies, on the half buried bulb and her quaking cunt.
"YOW!" Bud wailed, his eyes widening, his fingers digging deeply into the soft, warm pillows of her breasts.
Tina could feel the tip of his penis nosing deeper, parting her sticky inner folds, the flaring rim wedging her pussy walls apart so the throbbing shaft could follow. She could feel every wrinkle, every crevice in her cunt being flattened, ironed out by the awesome girth of the young man's cock. She gave herself no mercy, but continued to lean back, to force the thick erection up into her pussy. When she finally had it all inside of her, when she sat flat on his loins, his pubic hairs scratching the obscenely ovaled lips of her vagina which were crammed down over his thick root, his testicles, hard and hot, digging up between her asscheeks, lewdly rubbing into her tiny, puckering anus, she stopped moving and sat there, eyes bulging from their sockets, her chest heaving from the strain and from her devastating arousal.
Bud s eyes were tightly closed and he, too, was panting, puffing from the heat hammering at his body and soul. His aching cock was encased, sheathed totally in the hot, buttered velvet of Tina s pussy. It was so delicious, so staggering that it made him want to scream.
Then, the cleaning lady began to move. Moaning as if she were being tortured, Tina slowly raised her ass, forcing her pussy to regurgitate his monstrous hard on, forcing the upper surface of that hotly throbbing lance to grind over her little clitoris.
The young man s eyes popped open as he felt that slithery cunt flesh gliding up his cock, tugging insistently at it. He made a soft, mewling sound as he peered down at their loins, as he saw the friction-reddened, gleaming stump of his cock reappearing under the juice-sodden fringe of her black pubic hair. He let go of her breasts and slid one hand down over her rippling, silky belly, slid his fingers down over the plump pubic hummock, over the sticky hairs. His fingertips touched incredibly hot, incredibly wet flesh, and then he was splaying his middle and index fingers apart, bracketing his own cock between them, actually feeling it as it slipped back from the grip of her quivering pussy.
"SQUEEEEEEZE IT! " Tina whined, lashing her tongue over her lips, swiveling her hips, making her cunt rub against his fingers. "SQUEEEEEEZE IT HARD!!"
Bud did as she asked, clutching her sloppy pussy tight, digging his fingers into the soft trembling flesh, grinding the heel of his hand into the protruding summit of her cuntal mound.
Then it was Bud's turn to whine.
Tina only raised her bottom up about halfway on his cock before she slammed it back down, sheathing his cock to the hairs in hot pussy. Her cunt made a squishy, moist sound as it gulped all that pulsing meat down and she let out a high-pitched squeak of ecstasy.
"UHHHHHH," the young man gasped, feeling his own cock jamming between his fingers, jamming up into her seething cunt.
The cleaning lady didn't pause, but lifted her ass again, then lowered it, falling into a slow, steady fuck rhythm. In a matter of seconds, her pussy was so loose, so sloppy wet, that his huge cock was gliding in and out of it like a finger in and out of a Vaseline-filled rubber glove.
Bud was no longer holding on to her tits or her cunt to give her or himself pleasure; he was holding on for dear life. The sexy older woman was giving him the kind of wild fuck session he had only dreamed about before. His cock was dipping in and out of her cunt like it was on ball bearings and her hot and stinky juice was oozing from the plundered slit, oozing down over his shaft, oozing down over his sperm-swollen balls in a delicious warm wave. He let go of her cunt and slipped his sticky fingers over the sleek curve of her hip, grabbing hold of the smooth mound of her asscheek.
Tina shuddered as she felt his hot, wet fingers dipping into her asscrack. She thought for sure that the young man was going to explore further in that searing crevice, but he did not, either because he didn't think it proper or because he was ignorant of the pleasure it could provide a fully ripe woman. The cleaning lady shuddered again as she reached back and covered his hand with hers. She would teach him. She would teach him everything.
Bud didn't really notice her hand on his, not at first, anyway. He was too preoccupied by her pussy diving up and down over his cock. It was moving faster and faster, sputtering trapped air and juice in a salacious din. Then, he did notice that she was pushing his fingers deeper into her hot crack, actually grabbing hold of his index finger and making it touch...
"UHHH!!" the young man gasped, his hips bucking up from the bed brutally, sheathing his penis in squishy, squishy cunt, as he felt the red hot ring of her anus under his fingertip.
"DOOOOOOO IT!" she crooned to him, churning her hips, making her cunt slither around his cock, making the slippery folds sweep over his deeply buried bulb and shaft, pushing on the finger, forcing its tip to poke into the soft, quivering aperture.
As it had done with his cock only moments before, that wrinkly anal ring yawned open, like a blooming rose bud, to receive his digit. The searing hot, rubbery walls of her rectum slipped down over his finger, swallowing it to the knuckle.
"OOOHHHHH!" Bud cried. "I CAN FEEL MY COCK! I CAN FEEL IT RIGHT THROUGH YOUR ASS!"
"FEEL IT MORE! FEEL IT MORE!!" the ecstatic woman panted, gripping his hand by the wrist and, as she raised and lowered her pussy on his flagpole of a cock, forced his finger to fuck in and out of her ass.
"WOW!" Bud howled, his hips shifting into overdrive as the tight, blazing channel of her rectum sucked and tugged at his finger as her suddenly much tighter pussy did the same for his gleaming red cock.
The feeling of having two hard probes jamming up into her body was insanely arousing to Tina, but even more stimulating was the idea that she was debauching this smooth, handsome young man, that she was using him to satisfy her base hungers. When she let go of his wrist, to her delight, he kept right on finger-fucking her anus, twisting and turning his digit around over the rubbery walls, exploring the narrow passage with great gusto, and his own heat had become so feverish that he was hunching up from the bed with all his might, jamming the bristling root of his cock into the widely split mouth of her pussy. making his heavy balls bounce up into her buttocks.
She let out a long, choked wail of pleasure. He was fucking into ass and pussy so fast that her whole fork was heating up from the astounding friction! She started humping him back, bouncing up and down on cock and finger so hard that the bedsprings squealed in harsh complaint, so hard that her big, soft breasts jounced and flounced all over her chest, practically bumping into her chin.
When it finally happened for her, it was sudden, devastating, like being struck by some horrible charge of electric current. She was stuffing all that cock back up her pussy and his finger was drawing back from the depths of her bowels, and the flaring cock rim plucked at her clitoris and it was all over but the squirming.
"YEEEEEEII!" she cried, as her whole crotch went into spasm, belly, cunt, buttocks, as the blinding white light flashed on inside her skull.
"YYYIIIBBBEEE!" Bud moaned, wincing at the cock-crushing power of her climaxing cunt.
Then, Tina began to fall, to tumble through the blackness of oblivion. On some other level of consciousness, somewhere far above, she could sense that she was going crazy, humping and squirming on Bud's penis, her pussy making moist slap and suck sounds against his loins, but all that mattered to her was the Joy, the sudden flash, the tingling rush of orgasm.
There was no way Bud could hold back, not in the face of what she was doing to him. She was fucking him like a demoness, a woman possessed, and the powerful, cock-seizing convulsions of her cumming pussy seemed to milk the climax from his balls.
"OOOHHH!" he croaked, hurling himself up from the bed, arching his back, as ecstasy engulfed his cock, his balls, as it shot up the quivering derrick of his spine like a geyser of bubbling crude.
Even as Tina tumbled, she felt the jarring impact of his loins, the awesome throb of his shaft against the walls of her pussy was the first boiling gush of his sperm exploded in her cunt. The feel of his semen washing over the back of her womb sent her into an absolute frenzy. She rode that pulsing, cum-spitting pole like a rodeo bronco buster, shrieking each and every time another fountain of sperm erupted in her belly.
Bud was too excited to do anything but bash and crash, but fuck his orgasming cock in and out of her cunt. He couldn't even concentrate on diddling her ass, so he just jammed his finger up it to the knuckle and held it there. He could actually feel the hot blobs of sperm being forced up the hollow tube of his cock by the convulsions behind his balls; he could feel the stuff spurting from his bulb! And the spasming channel of her pussy seemed to be sucking the cum from his balls as it rippled inward, ever inward.
She fucked the delirious young man until he thought he'd go mad, until every last drop of his cum was spent, and even after he'd finished, after she'd finished, she kept it up, moving her hips in wild, sensuous circles, teasing the cum-drenched drapery of her pussy over his still-hard cock. Her lewd gyrations caused his penis to pump out of her what it had so recently pumped in. His thick white cum oozed out between the sides of his shaft and her pussy walls, dripping from the yawning mouth of her cunt, spilling over his balls and buttocks.
Finally, the cleaning lady stopped writhing. She sat flat on his loins and ran her Wingers over his sweat-misted chest and neck.
"OOOOOH, THAT WAS GOOD!" she crooned to him. To further emphasize her pleasure, she tightened the muscles of her cunt about his rigid penis, squeezing it greedily.
"OH!" Bud gasped, his face glowing with sudden ecstasy.
"You liked it, didn't you?" she asked him.
He didn't answer in words. He pushed his finger in and out of her tightly gripping anus.
It was answer enough for Tina. She let out a baleful moan and moved her cunt forward and back just a little, rubbing her mound against his hard loins.
"You want to do it again sometime, don't you?" she asked, breathlessly.
Bud's eyes widened. "Hell yes!" he said. "You know I do! "You've got to promise me something," she told him.
"Anything!"
"Promise me that you will keep this a secret between the two of us," she said. "I don't want anyone to know about it."
He beamed up at her, smoothing his finger about in her hot rectum. "I promise," he said.
CHAPTER FOUR
Two days later, Tina Jones was in the kitchen of the Chandler home, down on her hands and knees on the acrylic tile floor, using a bit of good old-fashioned elbow grease to remove the old wax from the finish. Her hands and arms were wet, glistening with little flecks of soap suds, all the way up to her biceps, and a strand of her corn silk blonde hair had slipped free from the French Roll and swung down alongside her flushed face.
As she worked, she realized that she was being observed from the kitchen door. She didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Mr. Chandler was always after her! She could practically feel his big, moony eyes roaming over the round contours of her upturned backside. She decided to ignore him and hope that he'd go away.
No such luck! Jim Chandler was a persistent sort. That was one of the traits that made him successful in his highly competitive field. Stock brokers who couldn't stick in there and slug it out for, but more often with, their clients, didn't last long in the profession. As he leered at the cleaning lady's ripe, sweet ass, he felt a tightening in his groin. He wanted to fuck her in the worst way. He felt that it was his right.
After being turned down by Tina the last time and enduring the vacuum cleaner humiliation, Jim had gone straight to young Ainsley, the man who'd recommended Tina to him as a fine and willing piece of tail. When he told Ainsley the trouble he was having with Tina, the young man couldn't understand it. He repeated some of the hair and cock raising tales he'd told Jim before, about screwing Tina in every room of his house, one hole after the other until he couldn't even stand up. Neither of them could put their finger on the problem. In the end, they decided that the best thing Jim could do was to keep on plugging away at her, hoping to break down her defenses. Ainsley assured him that whatever the effort, Tina was worth it.
Looking at her ass, sheathed in the blue nylon of her uniform, Jim had no doubt as to it being "worth" the effort, any amount of effort. He imagined himself slipping down on the floor behind her, pushing the hem of her skirt up over her buttocks, pulling down her slick panties, then guiding his aching penis into the wet, warm channel of her pussy from behind, fucking her dog style right there on the kitchen floor.
He groaned involuntarily as his cock pulsed out into full, straining erection. The whole front of his trousers were pushed out of shape by the size of it Damn! he thought. Damn, but that woman turned him on!
He could tell that she was aware of his presence, that she knew he was staring at her ass, hungering for a piece of it, that she was pointedly ignoring him and his hard-on. He decided that it was time to put his meat on the table, literally, figuring that he could shock her into giving him what he wanted.
Tina heard Chandler move into the kitchen behind her, heard him open one of the cupboards and remove one of the white china plates. Apparently, he just wanted something to eat. She leaned down even lower to the floor, sticking her buttocks up high in the air. Eat your heart out, she thought gleefully.
If Jim had been unsure of the propriety of the thing he was about to do, the sight of her tipping her ass up, taunting him with its firm curves, its deep cleavage, told him he had nothing to worry about... except maybe being caught in the act by his wife or one of the boys. He carefully unzipped his zipper and reached his hand inside. He shivered as he wrapped his fingers about the thick neck of his blood-engorged penis, as he eased the monstrous hunk of cock out of his open fly. He stared at his own erection admiringly. He was hard as a brick and a foot long! The head of his cock was all shiny and purple and the mottled brownish shaft was marbled with heavy, pulsing blue veins. He looked up at her ass again and shivered. He wanted in so bad that it hurt to think about it.
As Tina continued to scrub the floor, she kept listening to the sounds the man behind her was making, trying to keep tabs on him. She could hear the way he was breathing, all heavy and ragged, so she knew that he was getting himself all over-excited, as usual. Then she heard him shuffling closer to her. Her skin began to crawl.
"Ahem!" Jim said.
Tina ignored him and kept right on scrubbing.
"Ahem!" Mr. Chandler repeated, clearing his throat even louder.
'Yes? Yes, what is it?" she said impatiently, not looking back at him.
"Uhh, Tina, I uhh just thought you might be getting hungry," he said, his voice thick and rasping. "I whipped you up a little something to eat."
Tina was so shocked by this apparent show of concern for her that she jerked her head around. "Why, that's real nice of you, Mr. Chan... " she said, stopping in mid-word when she saw what lay a-throbbing on and over the edge of the gleaming white plate.
Jim leered at her, at the obscenely pulsing length of lust-hardened cock he held under the plate. "Go on, baby," he said through his grin, "help yourself.
It's all yours."
Even as he spoke, the head of his cock pulsed ominously, causing the wide slit in its center to gape open, which allowed a lewdly glistening drop of white pre-cum to slip out, trickling down over the smooth cock face, down onto the edge of his flaring rim where it stopped, hanging in a tiny bead.
Tina's face blushed with anger and embarrassment, and for a split second she was so taken aback that she couldn't do anything but stare.
"Go on," he coaxed, "give it a little lick. I know you re gonna love it. I know you're gonna want to get it all in your mouth."
The cleaning lady glared at him. She was determined to teach him a lesson. She wasn't about to go on being treated like a common whore by the likes of him!
Her expression suddenly softened. She smiled at him and said, "You sure do have a big one, Mr. Chandler."
Jim beamed at her proudly, his cock lurching up and down, thumping on the plate. "Give it a little suck," he said, wheedlingly.
Tina s cheeks blushed, their centers touched with rose pink. She moistened her lips with the pointed tip of her tongue. "I'd like to," she said, her eyes as big as cartwheels.
"Then do it!" he said, edging closer to her, his pulse pounding at the thought of those full, mobile lips of hers wrapping about his aching cockhead.
"I'd like to," she repeated, adding, "but you'll have to put something on it, first."
He gave her a puzzled look. "You don't mean you want me to wear a rubber?" he said, in amazement.
"No! Of course not!" she answered, giggling. A broad smile spread across her face. "What would the fun be if I couldn't really feel it in my mouth? I meant, you'll have to put something on it, something that tastes good."
He gawked at her.
"You know, peanut butter or chocolate syrup, something like that," she told him. "Ummmm! I just love it when something tasty's smeared all over it. I could just eat it all up!!"
Jim Chandler's blood pressure went right through the roof at the thought of her sucking the chocolate syrup off his blood-heated erection! He knew he would be giving her something else to swallow down, too, something hot and sticky!
"Oh damned," he moaned, turning away from her and walking stiff-legged like a robot over to the nearest cabinet. He opened it. and reached inside, his fingers trembling as they closed around the jar that he sought.
Tina had to fight back the urge to guffaw at him as he took the peanut butter down from the shelf, opened the jar, then fumbled in the silverware drawer for a knife.
"Don't cut yourself!" she warned him. "I want every little bit of that!"
He shivered with excitement. She was getting hot! Hot for his cock! He could hardly control the shaking of his hand as he plunged the knife into the creamy, light brown substance, scooping up a big gob of it. He put the white plate on the counter and with his left hand held the head of his cock flat down upon it.
"Oh!" he gasped as he smeared the blob of peanut butter on the bulb of his cock, smoothing it down over the flaring ridge, plastering it over the knobby tip.
"More!" Tina begged him. "Put lots of it on!' Jim dug out another big gob and, using the flat side of the knife blade, applied it to the shaft of his cock. The bloated rod responded to the warm, silky smooth substance by jerking up and down frantically. He moaned. The sensation was absolutely marvelous... but what he knew was coming next was going to be more marvelous still.
When he turned back to face her, the cleaning lady moaned. It was not a faked moan, either. The sight of his hugely swollen penis jutting out from his loins like a furious tree limb, coated from tip to bristling, hairy root by gooey brown muck did something to her that even she hadn't considered. She fought down the sudden, unaccountable urge to nibble upon the sticky head.
" Now, all you need is some chocolate syrup!" she said, excitedly. "I just adore peanut butter and chocolate syrup!!"
The way she licked her lips made Jim go weak in the knees. Chocolate syrup! he thought, his mind reeling. What the hell, he'd gone this far. Going a little further to humor her deliciously perverted desire wasn't that much to ask.
He shuffled over to the refrigerator and opened it, rummaging through the contents of the inside of the door until he found the small brown can. He removed the aluminum foil from the can's open top, then tipped it over his jerking, bucking cock.
A thin stream of dark brown liquid spilled over the peanut butter smeared head of his cock. It was cold, but his cock was so hard that even a couple of ice cubes applied to his balls wouldn't have brought his erection down. He drizzled the stuff down over the upper surface of his shaft. It rolled in tiny brown rivulets down the sides of his meat.
"There!" he said, slamming the empty can down on the counter. He stumbled toward her, his obscenely decorated penis pointing right at her pretty mouth.
Tina would've been in a terrible fix if Chip hadn't picked that particular instant to wander into the kitchen.
"Hi there," he said to his fathers back. "Anything good to eat around here?"
Jim froze, jerking his panicked eyes over his shoulder at his son.
"Are you all right. Dad?" Chip asked, pausing with his hand on the refrigerator door.
Jim's messy cock jerked up and down. "Fine, son, fine," he said, thickly, instinctively reaching down to grab his cock and stuff it back into his pants, but once he touched the gooey stuff that coated it, he thought better of it.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Chip said.
"Out," Jim answered, moving quickly straight ahead, straight for the door to the laundry room, his lewdly erect penis sticking out in front of him like a lance.
Chip watched his father hurry out through the door. He shook his head. "I swear. Dad's been working too hard lately," he said to Tina. "He just seems to get weirder and weirder. Do you know what I mean?"
Tina got up from her knees. "Yes, Chip," she said, smiling warmly at him, "I think I do."
The youngest Chandler looked down at her full breasts. It was an instinctive movement. His gaze was drawn to them by the alarmingly, inch long stubs that were pushing out from their tips. He jerked his head up, up to her smiling face.
"Is something wrong with you, too?" she asked, her voice a soft, sultry purr.
"Me? Me?! Uhh, no," he answered, opening the refrigerator and using the door as a barrier to hide behind. His cheeks were blushing something fierce.
Tina had been waiting for the proper moment to pull off the seduction of young Chip. This, she knew, was not the right time, nor the right place, but the sight of Jim's lewdly throbbing cock had stirred up her juices and she needed to feel rigid, young penis in her fist, to feel it pushing deep into her soft belly, into the liquid fire of her cunt. Though her better judgment clamored for her to halt before she blew the job altogether, she escalated the action.
"There's never anything good to eat around here," Chip said, regarding the abundantly full refrigerator with disgust.
"Sure there is," Tina said, stepping around behind him, putting her hand on the edge of the refrigerator door and pushing it wide open. As she did this, she "accidentally" allowed the hot, hard stubs of her nipples, the supple mounds of her breasts to brush against the young man's back.
Chip jumped a country mile.
"Is something the matter?" she asked him, leaning right into his back, making her tits burrow into his flesh provocatively. The feel of his warm, smooth skin under the thin t-shirt he was wearing made her belly ripple with sensation.
"Uhhh, no, I guess not," he said with difficulty, his cheeks absolutely burning.
Tina had him right where she wanted him, trapped between her lush breasts and the refrigerator. The only way he could get away from her was to crawl into the vegetable crisper. She reached around his hip and pointed at half a baked ham wrapped in clear plastic.
"What about that?" she said. She drew her hand back and put it on his hip.
"No, uhhh, I just had some of that for breakfast," he said. As he felt the cleaning lady's hand begin to crawl down over his hips, down over the front of his jeans. Chip felt a sudden surge of blind panic. It wasn't that what the cleaning lady was doing to him scared hi n. Far from it. It was like the fulfillment of a longtime dream for him... a wet dream. Ever since he'd set eyes on the stacked woman, he'd fantasized about her seducing him or vice versa. She had become the main event in all his masturbation day dreams. The reason he felt so much at his wits end was that she was turning him on too much! He was afraid that maybe she didn't really mean to be doing what she was doing, that it was some kind of accident, and he didn't want to spoil everything by coming on to her. He also was afraid that if he did come on, he'd come on way too rough, that he'd, start tearing her clothes off and raping her then and there.
Tina could feel the way he was trembling with excitement. She leaned further forward, tipping her pelvis up, so that not only were her tits mashed into his back, but the well-padded, super-heated mound of her pussy was pressed right up against his small, muscular buttocks. Then, her mind sizzling and snapping with thrills as she contemplated what she was about to do to the sexy young man, she slipped her right hand right down over the pulsing bulge in the front of his jeans.
"AAAIIEEEEE!" she moaned into his shoulder as she gave the huge lump a squeeze. He was gargantuan! He had enough manly meat between his legs for two guys! Even as she groped him, the heavy, denim-shrouded head of his cock pushed out, surging out from under her fingers, surging down the inside of his pants leg like a baseball bat.
Chip could only groan. His knees were all mushy and he couldn't seem to catch his breath. Nothing had ever felt so good as her warm hand massaging his cock and balls. Nothing!
Then the front doorbell rang. And rang. And rang.
"Chi-ip!" shouted his mother from upstairs. "Chi-ip! Answer the door!"
Tina was lewdly hunching her pussy mound into his ass, making the flickers of delight dance over it as she fondled his huge penis through his jeans, running her fingers over the throbbing length of it, pinching at the great, rubbery head.
The bell rang again.
"Chi-ip!" Mrs. Chandler bellowed. "If I have to come down there, you re going to be a very sorry young man!"
Her voice was much, much closer, like she was standing at the head of the stairs. The thought of his mother walking in and seeing Tina playing with his cock while he just stood there and gasped filled him with a brand new terror. He adroitly twisted away from her sensual, stroking fingers, ducking under her outstretched arm.
"Got to go," he said, with difficulty. "Answer the door."
Tina moaned softly to his retreating back. She would get him, she knew. She would get him, yet.
* * *
The doorbell was for his mother, of course. Some friend of hers come to pick her up for a mahjong game. After Chip let the lady in and informed his mother, he trudged up the stairs to his bedroom.
Chip was a very confused young man. It was very apparent to him that Tina had been trying to seduce him, that she had almost succeeded. In another few moments he would've been ready to screw her on the kitchen table! What confused him was how he was supposed to act now that he knew that she was hot for him. Was he supposed to act real nonchalant, like nothing had happened, and just wait until he got the chance to be alone with her? Or was he expected to seek her out, to be trying to get into her panties every time he saw her? He wanted Tina so much that the idea of somehow fucking things up, of turning her off to him was very painful to him.
He sat on his bed for a long time, trying to puzzle it all out. When he kept coming to a dead end over and over, he finally decided that he needed an outside opinion. He briefly considered calling up one of his high school senior buddies, but put that idea aside when it dawned on him that they might not think his fucking with a forty-year-old woman was such a great thing. He had to confide in someone he could trust implicitly. That someone was his brother, Bud.
Chip and Bud were close, as close as two brothers a year apart in age can be. Now that they weren't competing for their parents" attention any more, things between them had mellowed considerably. Chip knew that Bud could keep a secret, and that as a college man he probably had valuable experience, more than he did, anyway, in such matters.
Chip left his room, crossed the hall, and rapped on Bud's door.
"Yeah!" Bud said, irritatedly.
Chip pushed open the door, entered, then closed it tight behind him.
"What do you want, twerp?" Bud asked, looking up from his college textbook.
Chip wasn't put off by his brother's surly tone. He knew that was just a bluff, a front.
"I got problems. Bud," he said. "Bad problems."
"So go talk to Reverend Bleecher," Bud said, shaking his head. "I've got to study for this damn sociology test."
"I can't talk to the Reverend," Chip told him. "It's about sex."
Bud looked up from his book. A lewd grin spread across his face. "Don't tell me you finally got into little Sally Finney!" he said, merrily. "My little brother's no longer cherry!"
Chip shook his head. "That isn't it," he said.
"Oh," Bud said, frowning, going back to his reading.
"Look, man, this is important!" Chip said, angrily.
Bud took a deep breath and closed his book. "OK, twerp, OK. I'll listen to you because I know you're going to hassle me until I do. Just make it quick, OK?"
"It's about Tina," Chip said.
"Huh?!" Bud exclaimed, his jaw dropping, his face going dead white, then blushing scarlet.
"Tina, the house cleaning lady," Chip repeated.
"Damned!" Bud groaned. "She told you, didn't she? Damn her! Damn that pussy of hers! I swore I wouldn't tell and I didn't and she goes right out and blabs it all to you!!"
Chip was more than a little stunned by his brother's sudden outburst, but he had the good sense not to let on that he hadn't the faintest idea of what Bud was talking about. The implication that something had gone on between Bud and Tina stirred more than just his youthful curiosity.
"She knew I wouldn't tell anybody else," he said. "Tell me what happened."
Bud gave his brother a suspicious look. "I thought you said she already told you?"
"Yeah, but I want to hear your side of it," Chip said.
Bud shrugged. "I guess it can't hurt now," he admitted. Then a big grin spread over his mouth. "A couple days ago, when I was sick," he said, with obvious relish, "and home alone with Tina, she came into my room and started messing with me, teasing me."
"Did she touch your cock?" Chip asked, breathlessly.
Bud again gave him a suspicious look. "Yeah, sure," he said. "She blew me, too. Sucked my hard on until I came right in her mouth. I never saw anything like it."
"Wow!" Chip said. "Then what? What did she do next?"
"You tell me," Bud said. "If she told you, then you already know. You tell me."
Chip's face went pale. "I... uhhh... she... uhh," he stammered, knowing that he had a snowball's chance in hell of hitting on what they'd done. "She fucked you."
"Good guess," Bud said, sourly. "How did she do it? Who was on top?"
Chip tried to sound positive. "You were, of course," he said.
"Hmmmm, maybe she did tell you," Bud said, pulling on his chin.
"Really?!" Chip blurted out. He could've bit off his own tongue. If he'd kept his mouth shut, if he hadn't been so surprised...
"Really?" Bud growled, grabbing the smaller boy by the t-shirt and jamming him down on his back on the bed. "Why you dirty little sneak! She didn't tell you squat! You were trying to get me to spill it all to you!!"
"Oww! Bud, you're choking me!"
"I ought to wring your scrawny little neck!" Bud snarled at him. He bounced Chip's head on the bed several times to get his full attention, then he said, "Now, you're going to tell me what all of this is about, or I'm going to mop up the floor with you." .
Chip started talking his head off. He told Bud about how Tina had come on to him only moments before, about his confusion, about his wanting some brotherly advice, about his surprise when Bud took his question the wrong way.
"Damned!" Bud groaned, shoving Chip away from him and plopping down on the bed. "That woman has got some hot pants on her! She's after the whole fucking family!"
"You really did fuck her, man?" Chip asked, rubbing his throat. "Right here, on this bed?"
Bud laughed. "No, man, she fucked me," he said. "She fucked me every which way but loose."
"No kidding?"
"I never thought a woman could be that way," Bud admitted. "So animal!"
"Do you think I ought to try and fuck her, too?" Chip asked. When he saw the tight look on his brother's face, he added quickly, "I mean, is it okay with you?"
Bud couldn't hold the hard look. "Little brother," he said, "if she's giving it away like it's going out of style, I don't see why you shouldn't have a taste, too. But I warn you, after you get into something like Tina, little Sally Finney isn't going to do much for you."
"I think I can live with that," Chip said, his eyes wide with excitement as he remembered the feel of Tina's big, soft tits against his buns. "But how am I going to pull it off? There's always somebody around when I'm home."
Bud smirked at him. "All you have to do is do what I did," he said. "Just make believe that you've caught the same sore throat that I had. Mom and Dad will let you stay home from school and you can be alone with that juicy lady all day long."
"Holy cow!" Chip said, licking his lips, his eyes sort of glazing over as he thought about all the things he wanted to do to the cleaning lady.
"But, look," Bud added, "I don't want you letting on to her that I told you anything. I don't want to louse up my chances for getting some more pussy off of her."
"Don't worry, man," Chip assured him. "My lips are sealed."
"Yeah, you keep 'em that way," Bud told him. "Until after you get done with her, then I want to hear all the gory details, understand?"
Chip nodded, then cleared his throat and winced, as if in pain.
"What's the matter?" Bud asked.
Chip grinned at him. "I think I'm coming down with something," he said.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tina could hardly restrain herself when she learned from Mrs. Chandler that Chip had come down with the same, mysterious malady that had driven Bud to his bed. She knew that her real chance to seduce him had finally arrived. Accordingly, she staged another work slowdown, managing to get the kitchen floor stripped of its old wax, but failing to complete the re-waxing job. Jeanine Chandler was irritated at what she considered an attempt to gouge her for more money, but she had no choice but to allow the cleaning woman to return the following day to finish.
When Tina arrived, bright and early, she met Mrs. Chandler on her way out. The lady was decked out in her best Paris original dress and her white mink stole. She looked like a million dollars and she knew it.
"Oh, good, Tina," Jeanine said, giving her lips a last once over in her compact's mirror before stepping out into the world. "I was afraid you were going to make me late." Her tone implied that Tina was always late, which was hardly the case. "Chip is upstairs in his room. Check in on him every once in a while, he may not be able to yell if he wants something. The poor dear has a terrible sore throat."
"Yes, ma'am," Tina said.
"I won't be back until this afternoon," Jeanine said as she walked out the door. "I imagine you'll be done by then?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tina said, bristling at the implied slur, but keeping her mouth shut. She had more important irons in the fire than having a knock down, drag out fight with Mrs. Chandler.
She closed the front door and leaned her back against it, waiting until she heard Mrs. Chandler's car start up and back down the driveway to the street. Then she peeked out the window to make sure the lady of the house was on her merry way. She was alone with Chip at last! Her heart started pounding up under her chin as she locked and chained the door shut.
She had big plans for Chip, big, big plans. She slipped out of her coat and tossed it over the back of the sofa, then opened her purse and took out a small package. She opened it and dumped the contents on the sofa cushion. There was a tiny, black lace garment of an odd design and a gleaming golden tube of lipstick. She was going to give Chip a show that he'd never ever forget!
Tina pushed the hem of her skirt up over her creamy thighs, up over her tummy, exposing the skimpy light blue bikini panties she was wearing. She, always wore the same color of underwear with her uniform, always the same ridiculously narrow crotchband that left half of her pussy and most of her pubic hair sticking out around it. Today, in Chip's honor, she was going to wear something different.
As she peeled the tight bikini panties down over her mound, she couldn't help but shiver. At the mere thought of bedding down with a handsome young guy like Chip, her pussy had gone all sticky wet. The fabric of her crotchband clung to the pouting, red lips of her vagina. She rolled the panties down over her thighs and off her ankles and then picked up the black lacey garment from the couch.
It looked like a pair of panties, only different. As she slipped her feet into the leg holes and pulled them up over her thighs, the difference became very apparent. They were panties all right, but panties without a crotch! The black lace was steeply cut away between her legs so that the whole of her mound, from the crisp shock of black hair atop it to the angry red flesh just above her buttocks, was completely visible. She put a foot up on the couch, spreading her thighs wide, admiring the view.
Had she been half so hairy, the sight wouldn't have been nearly so lewd. As it was, the shaggy ruff of her pubic hair seemed to jut out from between her legs, soft tendrils clinging to the ragged edges of her furious labia.
It was sexy, all right, but she knew how to make it sexier still, to make it irresistible. She reached down and picked up the lipstick tube, removing the golden cap, turning the little ring at the base of the tube, making a gleaming crimson tip twist out from inside it. The shade of red was much darker, much more garish than the natural color of her cunt. That was the reason she'd chosen it. She wanted to make a lasting impression on him.
To that end, she reached her left hand down between her legs and put her fingertips to her own pussy, shuddering as the tingles crept over her mound. She held her labia still, pushing back the damp fringe of hairs, then pressed the buttery tip of the lipstick to the top of her slit.
"UHH," she groaned softly, as she swept the soft point over her outer cuntal lips, painting first one side, then the other, a gleaming, startling red. Then she carefully peeled back the swollen labia and dabbed the color on her thinner inner ones.
By the time she was done, she was so worked up she could hardly bear it. She could see the crimson brackets of her pussy grinning up at her through the black fuzz of her pubes. It was an obscene clown's mouth, made doubly lewd by that black, shaggy hair and the contrast with her white, white skin. She was so excited that she couldn't help what she did next, the temptation was far too great. She gently slipped the red, pointed tip of the lipstick between her parted pussy lips and touched the oily marble of her clitoris with it.
"Oh!" she gasped, her tongue sweeping around the outside of her mouth, her nipples stiffening under her uniform, as the flickers of naughty pleasure raged up her cunt.
"Mom," said a hoarse male voice from upstairs. "Mom, are you still here?"
Tina groaned. It was time. Time to drive the little man crazy. She pushed her skirt back down and straightened her uniform. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly in an attempt to calm the thumping of her heart, then she started up the stairs.
She didn't knock on Chip's closed door. She just turned the knob and pushed it open.
"Oh! Oh, Tina!" Chip said in surprise. He was laying on his back in bed, the covers pulled up to his chin.
"Your mother's gone," she said, walking into the room. She made no attempt to conceal where she was looking... right between his legs. "Is there anything I can get you?"
Chip swallowed hard. He'd never had a woman stare at his cock like that. It wasn't hard when she opened the door, but as she openly leered at it, it began to slowly, sluggishly stiffen, to push up lewdly on the covers.
"Uhhh, no," he said, fighting the urge to cover himself with his hands. He wanted her to see it, wanted her to know that he was very interested in her.
"Do you have a temperature?" she asked, moving closer.
"Gee, I don't know," Chip answered with a shrug.
Tina sat down carefully on the edge of the bed and put her smooth, warm hand to his brow. Chip's eyes fluttered shut at her touch and his cock lurched more wildly under the covers. She took her hand away, but did not move up from the bed.
"You feel normal to me," she said, looking from his face to his cock. The sight of all that male meat in motion made her jaws ache and her tongue tremble with longing.
Chip opened his eyes. He looked from her face, from the strangely flushed cheeks, down her long, slender neck, to the firm, jutting mounds of her breasts. He could see that she was breathing with difficulty and that her nipples were alarmingly stiff, poking out under the slick nylon. He wanted to touch her tits, to pull and twist her nipples so badly that the centers of his palms ached.
"I wonder if it's catching?" she said, suddenly turning to look him right in the eye.
Chip felt utterly transfixed by her stare. It was as if she could see into him, right down into the churning quagmire of his soul, as if she could see all the wicked, wicked things he wanted to do to her ripe, womanly body.
Tina sensed the young man's vulnerability, his need and without another word, she lowered her face to his, planting her hot, smooth mouth on his.
The young man moaned as the sweet scent of her perfume hit him, as the pliant lips kissing his seemed to open, prying his own mouth open, twisting to the side. Then her hot, pointed tongue surged between his teeth, jamming them wide apart. She was Frenching him! Frenching him with a hunger, a passion that he had only dreamed about! Her tongue swirled over his, sweeping against the insides of his cheeks, over the roof of his mouth, then stabbing deep over the back of his tongue, right down his throat! He moaned and let it happen, let her fuck her tongue in and out of his mouth, and as he did, his cock surged upward, jutting out to full, straining erection, lifting the covers up away from his loins.
Tina wallowed in his hot, slobbery mouth, lashing her tongue over his as fast as she could, probing its tip into the tight recesses of his throat. She could feel the crazy dance his cock was doing under the covers and she yearned to touch his throbbing manhood, but she yearned for something else much, much more.
Gasping for breath, she pulled her mouth from his. For a split second, a strand of crystal clear saliva connected their lips, then it broke and felt, trailing off the edge of his jaw.
"I want you to kiss me," she said, thickly, her eyes alight with passion.
"God, yes!" Chip moaned, reaching up for her face, reaching up to pull it down to his. As he did this, the edge of the covers slipped down, exposing his smooth, hairless chest.
"No, darling," Tina said, pushing his hands away. She could see that he wasn't entirely hairless. Under his arms, there was a tuft of soft brown fur. She longed to bury her face in that fragrant furrow, to bite and chew at his hairs, but that, too, would have to wait.
Chip stared at her, his expression confused. "I thought you said you wanted me to kiss you?" he said.
"Ooooh, I do! I do!" she answered. "But not there."
A thrill exploded in Chip's loins at her words, as he considered the other likely places she might want him to press his lips. He was so excited that he could hardly make his mouth form the one word, the question that stirred him to the marrow.
"Where?!" he panted.
"I'll show you," she said, pushing up from the bed.
As she started to unbutton the top of her uniform, she saw that the young man was shaking like a leaf, his face burning up with fever.
"Are you all right. Chip?" she asked.
Chip nodded so hard that he nearly broke his neck. "Show me," he begged her. "Show me."
Tina smiled at him. She would show him, all right, show him more than he bargained for. She undid the whole front of the blue nylon uniform and then shrugged out of it, holding the rumpled fabric about her waist with one hand as she reached behind her back with the other to unclasp her brassiere.
Chip was totally mesmerized by the sight of her big, firm breasts. The blue tricot cups that held them looked like blue balloons, over inflated balloons. Under the sheer synthetic fabric, he could see the hard stubs of her taut pink nipples. They made his mouth water.
She slipped out of her brassiere and stood before him naked to the waist. "You like tits, don't you?" she said, her eyes flashing.
"Oh, yes!"
She once again moved close to him, bending over, making her succulent tits hang straight down, straight down onto his upturned face. Panting softly, she let her resilient cones tease over his flushed cheeks, his nose, his lips, his chin.
Chip just lay there, every fiber of his being vibrating with lust, with delight. Her hot, hard nipples were brushing lightly over his mouth, poking into his nostrils, but even they were not as thrilling to him as the luscious, liquid-filled globes gliding against his cheeks, his chin.
"GO ON, SUCK THEM, SQUEEEEEEEEEEZE THEM!" she cooed, shifting her torso back and forth, punching his face with the soft, silken pillows of her breasts.
Chip mumbled incoherently as he reached up, as he caught her succulent tits in both hands, jamming first one stiff, hot nipple, then the other into his hungry mouth. He sucked at her long stubs like a starving child, bathing them in his hot slobber as he lashed and swirled his tongue over them.
"YES! OH, YESSSSS!" she moaned, her eyelids half-closing as the waves of pleasure rushed from tits to tummy to cunt. "YES, BITE THEM! BITE MY TITS!"
Chip obeyed, nipping viciously at the tender buds, jamming her breasts together with the palms of his hand, making the nipples go all cross-eyed so he could cram both stubs into his mouth at once.
"AAAAGGGHHHH!" Tina howled, her tummy rippling with delight as the young man nursed on both tits at the same time.
Young Chip was a wild sucker, too. He really got into those breasts of hers... and he got his drool all over them! By the time she finally lifted her tits from his mouth, they were shining with saliva and the round rings were all crinkly from the concerted sucking.
She stood back and regarded the long, prickly stubs of her nipples, slipping her hands up under her firmly jutting mounds, pushing them practically up to her chin, whimpering with pleasure.
Chip couldn't believe what he was seeing. The cleaning lady was actually getting off by rubbing her own breasts, by tugging and twisting at her nipples!
"You did that real good, honey," she told him. "Real good. Now, I'm going to show you something nice."
The young man sat up in bed, leaning his back against the headboard. His erect penis was sticking straight up from his crotch, bobbing up and down idiotically under the covers, but he didn't care. His heart was beating so fast that it scared the hell out of him.
Tina smiled at him, then let go of the rumpled up uniform that clung to her waist. She wriggled her ass a bit and the uniform slipped down over her round hips, down over her sleek thighs, down to her ankles.
"Sonofabitch!" Chip cried, his eyes practically bugging out of his head.
The cleaning lady wasn't totally naked. She was wearing panties. But they were a kind of panties Chip had never even heard of! She had her knees and thighs pressed tightly together and he could see that the whole front of the bikini panties was missing. There was fabric around her waist, fabric around her thighs, but nothing where it really counted... right over the plump, hairy mound of her pussy!
"Do you like it?" she asked him, gingerly reaching down and toying with the heavy bush of black hairs.
"OH, TINA! TINA!!" the young man moaned. His cock was aimed right at his chin and as he squirmed on the bed, the covers slipped off of it.
The cleaning lady did a double take. It was a monstrously thick cock, as big around at the root as her forearm, with tendons jutting out against the skin of the underside that looked like steel bands. The shaft itself was a brand new, baby pinkish color, except for the heavy folds of his nerve bundle which hung just below his slot, which were a fiery red. All over the underside were thick, bulging blue veins. They looked like fat snakes twining about his penis. From about the middle of his cock on down, the skin of the shaft was dotted with thousands of tiny warts or hairless follicles. They made the skin look all pebbly, like a football. The idea of having that coarse, bumpy skin rasping over the inside of her cunt and over her tender clitoris made Tina's head swim, and that wasn't all. The head of his cock was a huge rounded bulb, and it was easily as big across as his root. It looked like a shiny red apple sitting atop a pink baseball bat. The face was deeply cleft and in the center of the cleft was his vent. From the vent seeped a heavy, viscous white fluid.
Even as Tina stared at that enormous cock, the balls in his sac beneath it began to shift, to rotate, to draw up against his groin, as if trying to hide under the canopy of his soft brown pubic hairs. It was like a pair of elephants trying to hide under the same umbrella. His testicles looked like they belonged on a bull or stallion... immense, sperm-bloated, kidney-shaped orbs.
It took a supreme effort of will for Tina to bring herself back to her original game plan. She wanted with all her soul to throw herself at that gross member, but she knew that would be best saved for later, after she'd had him do "that little thing" for her.
"Peek-a-boo!" she said to the panting boy, and with that, she threw her knees wide apart.
Chip nearly swallowed his tongue. He jerked forward, blinking his eyes rapidly, as if he thought what he was seeing was some mirage. It was not. The lewdly adorned labia under the thick shock of , black hairs was still there.
"Holy shit!" he gasped, his face turning beet red.
Tina stepped right up to the bed and put her foot on the bed frame, spreading her crotch wide open before him, letting him stare down at the garish red organ, the obscenely glistening, "wet look" lipstick that coated her tender, pouting sex lips.
Chip was less than two feet from her naked cunt. He could actually see between her slightly parted labia, see into the juicy slit, the hair-rimmed fissure that beckoned to him, that offered him sweet, sweet delight.
"OOOOH, I'M GETTING SO HOT!" she said, fanning her hand in front of her pussy. She wasn't that hot, but she was trying to get him hotter. She was making the keen, foxy fumes of her cunt waft up into his face. The result was instantaneous.
"UFFFF!" Chip grunted, his nostrils flaring, his lower jaw sagging. He'd never smelled anything like it, never even dreamed that such a raw, murky, animalishly arousing odor existed. His mouth suddenly flooded with more hot, slick drool than he could handle. It came spilling out over his lower lip and down over his chin. He blushed horribly at the mess he'd made and started trying to push it all back into his mouth.
"No. No, darling," she cooed to him, pushing his hands away. "No, don't. I like it that way. I like it messy."
He made a soft whimpering sound.
Tina stood there, quite still, waiting for him, holding her thighs apart for him. Finally, when it was plain that the young man wasn't going to dive right in without a further invitation, she said, "Don't you want to kiss it?"
Chip's whimper turned into a kind of muffled roar. His hands trembled violently as if he were fighting some inner foe, some nameless animal impulse. Then the battle was over, lost. He jumped forward, throwing himself on her proffered crotch like a fiend straight from hell, his hands slipping around her hips to cup the smooth domes of her buttocks, as he thrust his blood-heated young face into her lipsticked cunt.
The instant his warm, wet lips touched her puffy pussy lips, Tina let out a shrill squeal and her hips flipped, bucking forward, sending her cunt smacking hard against his handsome features.
"OOOOHHHH!" the younger Chandler gurgled as those sticky, inflamed, and super smooth labia pressed against his mouth, lewdly parting over it, as the flavor of the lipstick, wild strawberry, exploded on his tongue. The combination of her pungent, womanly perfume, the heady aroma of her lubricant, and the taste of the lipstick assaulted his senses. Unable to control himself, he began salaciously mauling her asscheeks, making the firm buns grind against each other while he mashed his open mouth down upon her slick, seething cunt, lashing his tongue over the dense, crisp mass of her pubic hair, over the silky insides of her thighs. Chip had never even considered kissing a woman like that, between the legs, with swirling tongue and sucking lips. Oh, he'd CONSIDERED it, but not as a real possibility. It was not the kind of thing he could envision himself doing. Whether he could see himself doing it or not, he was going after her ragged red pussy like a dog after a buried bone, rooting, snorting, sniffling in her aroused wet furrow, smearing her viscous love juices all over his face, his cheeks, his chin.
Tina shivered at the thrill of seeing his head between her thighs, of feeling his hot, hungry breath rushing over the tenderly swollen flesh of her vagina, of feeling his lips squirming, his jaws gaping, tongue thrashing, all in a frantic attempt to get every inch of her plump pussy into his mouth. She felt as if she'd unleashed a demon.
Then the tip of his tongue stabbed into the wetly parted folds, instinctively searching for and finding the pink pearl of her clitoris.
"Oh!" Tina cried, joy bursting over her loins as his moist, squirming tongue tip flicked her thrill center, her hips snapping up, smacking the hot, sticky meat of her pussy into his burning face.
Chip was operating totally by feel. When he touched the hard little projection among her folds, he felt her jerk and felt her ass quiver under his clutching hands in response. He flicked it again and felt the hard little thing seem to grow stiffer, longer, and felt her lewd bucking grow more violent.
"OH!! OHHHHH!!!" the cleaning lady moaned. He was knocking her clitoris back and forth like it was a tiny punching bag, sending flurries of wild delight raging up over her tummy.
Chip was utterly fascinated by Tina's clitoris. To him it was like a little control button that made the lovely lady come all unglued. He wanted to devastate her, to drive her wild. Massaging her asscheeks savagely, pulling her whole pelvis forward into his face, he managed to drive his lips in between her labial folds, to get them around the hard little nub of flesh.
Tina's ass went crazy as the young man began to suck her clit. She let out a long, warbling moan and started humping into his face for all she was worth. He was sucking and slurping at her cunt, and she was grunting and groaning, mashing her pussy against his pursed lips. Then the bottom dropped out of his world.
She grabbed hold of the back of his head and hauled his head deeper into her fork as her pussy went into a maniacal fluttering frenzy. She was cumming! Cumming right into Chip's face!
The kid clung to her buttocks for dear life as she writhed and hunched under his open mouth, her quivering pussy slapping wetly into the point of his chin, actually parting over it, as if it intended to gulp his whole head down. He was wallowing in her pussy, in the raging musky fragrance of it, in the maddening strawberry taste.
Tina couldn't have cared less whether Chip was enjoying himself or not. She was deep in the throes of her own frenzied climax. As her hips bucked out of control, her buttocks grinding against his clutching fingers, she began to move forward, to actually crawl up on the bed with him, levering herself up until she stood astraddle his heaving chest with her wet, tingling pussy planted firmly on his open mouth.
"LICK IT, PLEASE!" she warbled, tossing her ass frantically, mashing her whole mound over his upturned face. "LICK IT ALL!!"
Chip really had no choice in the matter. The back of his head was pinned to the headboard and the weight of her knees across his upper arms pinioned him to the bed.
"LICK! LICK!!" she moaned ecstatically, rolling her svelte hips, making her clitoris pop from his madly nursing lips and slide up over the tip of his nose, making the gaping, fluttering hole that was the entrance to her vagina crush against his wet and trembling lips. "FOR PETE'S SAKE, LICK!!"
Chip did just that. His hot tongue slipped out from between his lips and swirled over the puffy pussy lips, sweeping around and around their lipsticked circumference, painting them with his thick viscous saliva. He loved the feel of her thick hairs under his tongue and he loved the way she stiffened and squealed each time the tip of his tongue swept down over the open mouth of her cunt. Each time he teased across that yawning fissure where the heavy, heady love juice oozed freely, where the soft black hairs that -rimmed it lay plastered to her milky white buttocks, she thrust her pelvis forward, bashing the back of his head into the headboard, trying desperately to make the tip of his tongue push up into her cunt. It gave young Chip a perverse sense of pleasure to deny the lovely, sexy woman what she so feverishly hungered for. Again and again, he tickled the winking hole only to sweep his tongue away at the critical point.
Tina couldn't understand what was going wrong. She tipped her hips back and peered down over her rippling tummy. And moaned. Chip was sucking on one entire half of her pussy! He had the throbbing inner and outer labia between his lips and he was nursing frantically, squirming his mouth over them as he gently sucked them far from her body.
"NO, DARLING! PLEASE, PLEASE NOT LIKE THAT!" she whined, shifting her ass in his hands, trying to put her pussy on his face in such a way that he'd be unable to keep from tonguing it.
There was something new in her voice, an urgency that raised the short hairs on the back of his neck. Instead of pushing his tongue up her cunt as she demanded. Chip chose to taunt her some more. Instead of tonguing her cuntmouth, he began sucking on it noisily, gulping down the viscous juice that flowed into his mouth.
"NOOOOOO!!" she wailed, shaking her head violently, her lush breasts bobbling all over her chest.
Though Chip didn't know it, though he didn't understand the mechanics of what he was doing to her, he was gradually building her up for another orgasm, the gentle swipes of tongue, the loud slurps of lips on her swollen pussy, pushing her closer and closer to the brink. He could tell that something strange was happening to her, though. Her voice changed further, rising in pitch until she was openly sobbing, weeping like a little girl lost.
"OHHHHHH, OHHHHHH!!" she bawled, her chest heaving as she fought to still her ragged breathing, her magnificent breasts quivering, her cheeks burning with lust. No longer able to hold back, she hopped forward, grabbing hold of Chip's hair and using it as a handle to wrench his head to the side and away from the headboard. Once his head lay flat on the bed, she did not pause, but dropped her hot and juicy bottom right down on it planting her cunt right down onto his open mouth, jamming her anus against his chin.
Chip tried to push up with his hands, to lift the crushing, smothering weight from his face, but it was far too late. Almost of its own accord, the tip of his tongue slipped up into the soft fissure. One feel of the inside of her pussy, the searing heat, the awesome slickness, and he was a goner. He drove his tongue up into the narrow channel, sweeping apart the tender, wrinkled folds, plowing deep into the gently pulsating passage.
Tina groaned as he thrust into her, groaned and threw back her pretty head, arching her back so far that her lush breasts, her pointed nipples, were aimed at the ceiling. She could feel him sluicing his tongue in and out, working it deeper and deeper into her pussy, pushing the sticky walls wide apart, filling her tube with madly lashing meat.
The young man tongued her voraciously, and even when his wet lips were pressed tight against her quivering aperture, when he had no more tongue to give her, he was not satisfied. He started waggling his tongue wildly within her pussy, flipping it over the tight wrinkled folds, the ridges and valleys, making it corkscrew and roll like some kind of impossible boneless penis.
"UHHHHHM!" the cleaning lady whined as that rapidly darting probe fanned the flames already springing up in her loins. The nasty, squishy sound of his tongue delving into her cunt was the straw that broke the camel's back. Tina suddenly found herself cumming again, cumming ten times harder than the first time. Her joy-racked cunt shut down on his pistoning tongue like an iron fist in a hot buttered velvet glove. She shrieked once and then started humping like a crazy woman, grinding her cunt against his upturned face.
Chip yelped as her pussy clamped down on his tongue, but his cry of pain was muffled by all the overhanging flaps and slobber-soaked hair. It felt like her cunt was trying to rip his tongue out by the roots. It was tugging on it reflexively, spasmodically, as if trying to pull it deeper, deeper into the churning, rippling chasm.
She ignored his moans and whimpers, riding his face like a pagan goddess, rasping it from forehead to chin with her crisp pubic hairs, rubbing her own anus incitingly against the point of his chin.
There was nothing Chip could do but lie there and take it. He was caught in the tenderest of traps... a moist, hot cunt!
Not satisfied to merely hunch on the young man's face, Tina snatched up his hair with both hands and started jerking his head up and down, forcing his tongue to slide through the constricted, spasming channel.
"UHHHHH-YEEEEEE!!!" she squealed as his long tongue fucked in and out, as his upper lips bashed into her clitoris, his chin grinding into her rectum. She worked her hands faster, holding her hips still and using his mouth and tongue like a dime store dildo. She snapped poor Chip's head back and forth savagely, her cunt squeezing, cumming around the pebbly tool.
For Chip, her climax seemed to last a thousand years. And even when she let go of his hair, when she stopped bashing his face, his mouth into her open cunt, when her pussy relaxed and allowed his tongue to come sliding back from its seething depths with a nasty sound, he continued to grunt rhythmically, as if the brutal cunt to face impact was still going on.
Tina raised her fork from his face and moved back, admiring her handiwork. The lipstick that she'd so carefully applied to her pussy was now mostly on the young man's face, smeared all over his mouth, nose, cheeks and chin, along with vast quantities of her pussy juice and his own shining slobber. Stray black pubic hairs clung to the corners of his friction-reddened lips as he gasped and wheezed.
"That was wonderful!" she told him, tracing the line of his parted lips with her fingertip.
Chip opened his eyes and looked at her. They were horribly bloodshot. He looked down at the open, puffy flower of her cunt and moaned. He had done that! He had made it go all soft and gooey! He had made her cum!
"Now, I'm going to suck you a little," she told him.
Before the young man could even gasp, Tina was scooting down over his torso, rubbing the sleek, supple cones of her tits over his lust-hardened cock shaft, her talented fingers gliding over the sperm-bloated bag of his scrotum.
"So big!" she cooed to his throbbing bulb, greedily bouncing his heavy testicles in her palm. She caught the thick neck of his cock with her free hand and lifted the lewdly curving shaft from against his chest, raising the great, rubbery head up to her lips.
Chip blinked at her in awe, watching her moisten her lips with wild swipes of her tongue, shivering at the way she was massaging his balls.
"NUMMMMMM!" she moaned ecstatically, opening her mouth wide and jamming her parted lips down over the broadly throbbing head.
"WOW!!" Chip cried, his whole body going rigid as his cock head was enveloped in the slick, searing heat of her mouth.
Though what she was doing to herself hurt like hell, though the corners of her mouth felt like they were about to split. Tina was in heaven. She had about two-thirds of his massive bulb crammed between her lips and it was pulsating animalishly, pushing out against the insides of her cheeks, against her tongue, against the roof of her mouth to the savage beat of his heart. Whimpering like a kicked dog, she started popping the end of the blazing, velvety smooth knob in and out of her mouth, rubbing her saliva-moistened lips over it, sucking hungrily at the open vent and swallowing down the thick, hot pre-cum that came dribbling into her mouth. She revelled in the raw, cloying flavor of the stuff, reaching down and wrapping her fist about the broad cock root, beginning to pump the loose outer sheath of cockskin up and down over the rock hard inner bone.
"YYYEEEAAAGGGHHH!" Chip wailed, his hips jerking lewdly up from the bed as the waves of fist and mouth incited pleasure raged down his meat. He couldn't believe what she was doing to him! She was jacking him off right into her mouth!
Tina felt his cock throb especially hard against her milking fingers, and then a huge gob of pre-cum billowed into her mouth, flooding it with its gooey, egg white consistency. The taste, the smell of his sperm, filled her head until she thought it would explode and she had to have more. More!! She started working her fist harder, faster, twisting and turning her mouth over the knob end of his penis, gulping down the sticky fluid that oozed up his turgid pipe.
Even that was not enough for her. She wanted to feel all that hot manly meat fucking into her! She wanted it jammed down her throat! She knew that due to the size and curvature of his penis she could never accomplish her desire from that angle. She accordingly left off sucking him and, turning around so that her feet were above his head, so that her face was on a level with his crotch, she rolled to her side on the bed.
Chip started to turn around, to get back into the face to face position, but she stopped him.
"NO! NO, LOVER! LIKE THIS," she said, grabbing his hips and pulling him over on top of her.
Chip got up on his hands and knees, staring down into her widely spread fork, her pussy so swollen, so open, the red lipstick smeared all over her buttocks and the insides of her thighs.
Tina didn't wait, but grabbed hold of the great, pulsing log jutting out under his belly. She tipped her head way back, pointing her chin straight up in the air, offering him a straight line to the depths of her throat, and fitted the huge dripping bulb to her lips.
Chip looked down under his belly at her, at the obscenely ovaled ring of her lips wrapped so tightly about the lust-bloated head of his penis, at her big, soft breasts, her heaving tummy, her angry, yawning cunt. He closed his eyes and slowly pushed his hips forward, driving his meaty erection right into her mouth.
Tina gasped as the monstrous knob drove through her soft lips, as its tip pushed down hard on the back of her tongue, almost gagging her. For a horrible instant, she thought she'd made a fatal mistake. His cock was too big! It hurt so badly! Then the rounded tip nudged into the back of her mouth and slowly pulled back. Her jaws stretched to the cracking point, her lips a bloodless white ring about the flaring rim, she began to suck wildly, pulling her cheeks tight about the throbbing bulb. Though it hurt, she wanted more. She wanted it all! And when the young man gently thrust again, she arched her neck higher, angling her throat so that instead of bumping into the back of her mouth, the great knob pushed down into the tight, slick channel of her throat.
"OHHHH!" Chip moaned, feeling the snug walls gliding down over his rigid cock, watching in awe as more and more of his huge penis disappeared between Tina's obscenely stretched lips. It looked like she was trying to swallow a telephone pole!
Her mouth squirmed down over the broadening shaft and the massive head squeaked deeper and deeper into her throat. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she felt that immense engine flexing, throbbing against her sadistically overstuffed gullet.
Chip sat back on his haunches, his hands sliding over the supple flesh of her large breasts, caressing, kneading it, as he gently began to fuck her face, to slide his huge hard-on in and out of her ovaled lips.
She greedily accepted all the cock he had to give her, heedless of the pain, loving the rasping friction through her lips, over her tongue, against the walls of her throat. She prayed that he'd do it harder, faster. She wanted to feel his thick cum shooting over the back of her throat, drowning her. She didn't care that she was risking permanent damage. His fingers pinching at her nipples, diving in between her lust-parted labia, pinching at her clitoris, were driving her crazy, building her up for yet another gut-wrenching orgasm.
Chip could only watch so much. She was taking his cock thrusts so ravenously that her lips were sliding down to the very root of his shaft Her juicy, hot pussy was squishing about his deep-diving fingers so fast that he couldn't bear it. With a guttural growl, the young man threw himself forward, belly down upon her, sliding his arms and upper torso between her legs, forcing her to bend her knees up, to tip her whole steaming crotch up into his face. As he buried his mouth and tongue in her buttery cleft, he started to hunch his cock into her throat in earnest, bouncing his hard, semen-bloated scrotum into the bridge of her nose.
Tina gurgled about the lewdly thrusting, saliva-drenched pole of his cock as she felt his tongue dive between her labia, as it squirmed up into her slick passage. She locked her legs behind his armpits, her feet sticking up in the air, kicking wildly, as he slithered his long, wet tongue through the trembling grip of her pussy, gliding it against the oily marble of her clitoris.
The young man ground his mouth down hard on the softly fluttering sphincter, stabbing his tongue as deep as he could, mashing the tip of his nose between her buttocks, right into the red hot, funky little ring of her anus. Chip wasn't put off by that. If anything he was only more excited by the feel of that winking muscle ring opening and closing under his nose and by the raw, animal smell it conveyed. He hunched harder, jamming the hair-fringed base of his cock into her lips, mashing his scrotum into her nose.
The combination of darting tongue and boring nose was too much for Tina. She gave up the ghost and tumbled headlong into the pit. Her pussy seized the root of Chip's madly flipping tongue and wrung it out savagely, stopping it in mid-thrust, holding it still as it tried to pull it out by the root.
Chip wailed into her convulsing cunt. The initial seizure he'd felt a bit earlier was nothing like this! It felt like her whole body was going into spasm. every muscle tightening, closing down on his poor trapped tongue. He tried to raise his head, to pull his probe from her constricted folds, but it was impossible. All he managed to do was stretch his tongue into a thin red ribbon and increase his own agony.
Tina, in her excess of zeal, in her wild climactic fit, began pushing the soles of her feet against the back of his head and neck, driving his face harder against the quivering flesh of her cunt, making the tip of his nose actually dip into the tiny, nasty ring of her pore.
The feel of that sticky sphincter opening to suck in his nose was the last straw for poor Chip. He started tossing his hips in brutal, short thrusts, bashing his cockroot against her teeth, fucking in and out of her throat like it was a loose and juicy cunt.
Every impact of cock against her lips, every mind-boggling lunge of shaft into the tightness of her throat, every moist slap of his balls against her nose made the white light flash in Tina's brain. She knew that he was cumming, too, that at any instant, his hot, sloshing semen would come pouring into her mouth.
She knew what to expect, all right, but when it happened, it still knocked her for a loop. A fountain of heavy, viscous cum exploded in her throat, gushing over the back of her tongue, raging down into her belly. There was so much of it that it frightened her. She frantically swallowed and gulped, gulped and swallowed, trying to keep up with the steady spurting. Her throat ached and her belly hurt and then a spurt went down the wrong pipe and she choked. It was all over then. Before she could recover, another jet of sperm was shooting down her throat, and another, yet and another. She coughed rackingly, sending semen spraying all over his hard-pumping loins, all over her upturned face.
The violent muscle contraction of her cough squeezed Chip's trapped tongue from her pussy like toothpaste from a tube. Still orgasming, still fucking into her coughing, sputtering mouth, he was free to lick and tongue what he wanted. The young man was so aroused that all of his inhibitions vanished. He rudely jammed his thumbs into her ass crack, splaying her firm buns wide apart. Then, without pausing, he dropped his open, drooling mouth right down on her anus and began licking and sucking at it in a veritable frenzy.
Tina's feet really started kicking when he forced the tip of his tongue up her ass. She pummeled his back and shoulders, trying to gasp a breath about his lasciviously thrusting erection. The crazy kid was tongue-fucking her ass while he shot wad after wad of hot cum down her throat!
Just as Tina began to lose consciousness, as the world began to tunnel in on her. Chip's mad hunching slowed, then stopped. His huge cock heaved a great pulse against her throat, then started twitching. Almost at once, the massive rod began to lose its rigidity. It buckled at the root, and then the whole slobber and semen soaked shaft came sliding out of her mouth.
"UNNNNFF!" he groaned as cockhead and lips parted company.
The rubbery cock slapped against her cheek, trailing a thread of milky white cum across her face. The cleaning lady gasped her first full breath in many seconds.
Chip, though his cock was flaccid, spent, still continued to slurp his tongue over her rapidly winking rectum, occasionally dipping it into the gooey trough of her cunt.
"OOOOOH!" Tina moaned, shifting her lewdly exposed bottom under his mouth, swirling her tongue over the pendulous orbs of his testicles. "OOOOOH, LET'S FUCK!"
CHAPTER SIX
Chip jerked his face from between her buttocks and groaned. Just the thought of another such ball-draining orgasm set his scrotum and cock to aching. He rolled off of her and lay back against the headboard, staring at the gleaming, reddened length of his penis and at the dribble of semen hanging from the corner of her lovely mouth.
"What's wrong?" Tina said, pushing over on her tummy, flopping her bare breasts against his thigh as she nuzzled her face in under the limp shaft of his cock, as she rubbed her lips against the wrinkly sack of his scrotum.
"UHHH!" he protested, winching as his balls responded to her moist, kissing lips, responded by struggling to draw up, to prepare for another spurt session. The ache was like a hot knife stabbing into his groin and belly. "IT'S TOO SOON. IT HURTS TOO MUCH!"
The cleaning lady pulled her face from his loins and clucked her tongue at him. "And here I thought you were going to be such a tiger!" she said, teasingly.
"Just give me a minute or two," he said. "I'll be all right."
Tina knew he would, knew he'd be able to get it up even bigger, even harder the second time around, and that, more importantly, he'd be able to hold out, to keep from cumming while she orgasmed non-stop. It was a peculiar whim of nature that the more a woman fucked, the more she was able to maintain a certain level of pleasure, an almost unending climax, while with a man, the more he screwed, the harder it was for him to get over the pain threshold and cum again.
The two of them lay there on the bed, saying nothing, doing nothing, just breathing in the heady, musky smell of their coupling. Finally, Chip broke the silence.
"Have you made it with a lot of guys my age?" he asked.
She laughed. "I've had my share," she said.
"Who was the first?"
Tina stared at him. Chip was indeed a quick kid. None of her other young partners had ever thought to ask that question. She considered briefly whether or not to answer him... it was a rather personal subject... but decided that if she told him the dirty story, it might rouse his slumbering cock sooner and as far as she was concerned, the sooner the better.
"I was working for a family in Minneapolis," she said. "I originally came from that area. I was a live-in maid at that time, had my own room in the back of the mansion. The husband had a nation-wide family business to run, so he was never around to watch out for things. His wife was fairly young and still very attractive and she didn't like to be alone. She didn't consider her son, who was eighteen at the time, any sort of company, so she spent most of her time at the country club they belonged to, taking lessons from the tennis and golf pros. Most of these lessons stretched into the wee hours of the night."
"The son and I were left alone in that big house from the time he got home from private high school until it was time for him to leave the next morning. I think he knew what his mother was up to, but he never mentioned it I think he regarded it as some kind of cross he had to bear. He was a funny kid, handsome as anything with black hair and blue eyes and pale, pale skin, but sort of withdrawn. He didn't have any friends at private school, or if he did, he never brought them home with him."
"Sounds sad," Chip said.
"If was," she told him. "Until we discovered gin rummy."
"What?"
Tina nodded. "One night, I got so bored I couldn't stand it, so I got my deck of cards and a pad and pencil and walked up to his room. He was just wearing his robe and pajamas, sitting on the bed, reading, when I knocked and entered. I told him that I was going crazy in the back of the house and that if he wanted to, I'd be glad to play cards with him."
"Did you screw him then?" Chip asked, his face split in a lewd grin.
"Ooh, what a dirty mind you have!" Tina said, giggling. Then she shook her head. "No, Chip," she said. "Remember, I was new at the seduction business. I was a woman almost twice his age. I was just beginning to feel the late thirties sex craving."
"The what?"
"When a woman gets around that age," she said, "she starts wanting to fuck more. She reached her sexual peak."
"Damn!"
"Anyway, I didn't want to come on too strong right away for fear of scaring him off. Like I said, he was a funny kid. I didn't try anything with him that first night, or even the second. But the third... "
"Yes?"
Tina glanced down at Chip's penis. It hadn't shriveled up in thickness, only in length. The shaft was still easily as big around as her wrist and the head looked even broader than before because the rubbery bulb had grown shorter, while the flaring rim had remained the same size. There were lots of little wrinkles in the skin of the shaft; it looked like a highly compressed fire hose with a monstrous, lewdly glistening mushroom on its end. The wrinkly, leathery bag of his scrotum sagged against his buttocks, its heavy load of testicles hanging practically flat on the bed. She was going to make it grow! Make it seethe with pulsing hot blood! "The third night," she went on, her eyes glittering, "I decided to try something, just to gauge his reaction. I wore my uniform up to his room, but I didn't wear a brassiere under it. He could see right through it, see my hard nipples, my big, sexy tits."
Chip couldn't help but glance down at the lush breasts half draped over his hip. "Wow!" he said.
She smiled. "Those were his sentiments exactly," she said. "The poor boy just couldn't keep his eyes on his cards. I knew what was bothering him, but kept on asking him if he was all right, if he'd rather I left, if maybe he wasn't in the mood to play. That really drove him crazy. He couldn't figure out if I knew that he could see my tits or if maybe I just hadn't noticed. One thing I did notice, for sure, was the way he all of a sudden pulled a pillow over his lap."
"A pillow?"
"That's right, honey. And every few seconds that old pillow would kind of move, all by itself."
"You mean he sprung a boner?"
Tina laughed. "You should've seen his face when I asked him what he was hiding under that pillow."
"What did he say?"
"Oh, he got all huffy all of a sudden. His face was beet red. He said he was tired and he didn't want to play cards anymore."
"You didn't just go?"
"Sure I did," she said. "I knew that time was on my side. And anyway, I had a couple of more aces up my sleeve... or to be more correct, under my dress."
"What happened next?" Chip said. His hand moved casually down his thigh, the fingers coming to rest just above the head of his cock.
It was a movement that Tina did not miss.
"Well," she said, "the next night I went up to his room with the cards as usual, except that in addition to forgetting to put on a brassiere, I forgot to put on any panties."
"Man!"
"Under my blue nylon uniform, this big, black bush here," she said, rolling to her side and running her fingers through the luxuriant hair atop her jutting pubic mound, "stood out clear as day. And when I turned my back to him, he could see everything I had behind, too."
"What did he say? What did he do?"
"Nothing, honey. He just sat there and gawked. While he was doing that, I pretended nothing in the world was wrong and gingerly reached over and grabbed those pillows of his. I plumped them up real good and then sat on them and started dealing out the cards. Before I was though, I swear I could see something stirring under his robe. And by the time we'd run through a few turns, there was definitely something sticking up under the material. You know, kind of pitching a tent. It wasn't a very big tent, mind you, but it was a tent all the same."
"Didn't he try to hide it?"
"Oh, sure, but what with holding his cards in one hand and drawing from the deck or the discard pile with the other, he didn't have too much to work with. His face kept getting redder and redder, and that stick of his kept throbbing harder, wilder. Things were definitely coming to a head. I decided that it was time for me to make my move."
"What did you do?"
"I asked him if he'd ever fucked before."
"No!"
"I swear," she said, raising her right hand. "I just up and asked him. And you should've seen how his cock jerked then! Shoooooo-weeeeee! Like a regular jumping jack!"
Tina could see that young Chip was beginning to show definite signs of jumping jack-itis, too. The retracted shaft of his penis was starting to lengthen, to push out lewdly from his loins. The wrinkles along its surface grew smaller and spaced further apart. It was not hard by any means. In fact, it drooped like a wilted noodle, pulled down by the weight of the massive head. She could also see that young Chip was helping matters along by teasing himself discreetly with the tip of his index finger. He was surreptitiously stroking the pendulous folds of his nerve bundle.
"And then what?" he said, leering at her.
"He admitted that he'd never even seen a girl completely naked before," she told him. "So, being a friendly type person, I offered to show him. I stripped down to the bare essentials and then kind of strutted around the room, bending over with my back to him and touching my ankles, letting him see everything. I even pulled my bottom cheeks apart and showed him my other hole."
Chip's finger was sliding up and down the full length of his penis and the long hunk of meat grew longer still, the heavy, bulbous head slowly, shakily lifting from the bedspread.
"Let me tell you, by the time I was done, that kid was fit to be tied. And his cock wasn't jerking anymore; it was sticking straight up in the air. I was curious to see it, as well as wanting to get my hands on it, so I sat down next to him and started undressing him. He took off his pajama top and blew on his bare chest. His eyes snapped shut and he started shaking like a leaf. I was shaking, too, as I peeled down his pajama bottoms."
"Did he have a big cock?" Chip asked, using two fingers instead of one to tease his own lewdly bobbing cock.
Tina giggled. She shook her head. "No, actually, he had a real teeny one. I was one disappointed lady when I finally got a peek at it What with all the pajamas in the way, there'd been no sure way of telling how long or thick it was. It was about as big as your thumb when it was fully hard and the head was the color of a plum."
"Did you crack up?"
Again, Tina shook her head. "You don't laugh at a guy's cock, especially when it's hard like that That's hitting below the belt. And besides, there's some things about a small cock that are kind of nice."
Chip looked unconvinced.
"For one thing, a girl can get all of one in her mouth without half-choking to death," she said. "I did just that to my young man, popped his cock between my lips, and rammed my mouth down to the root. I could suck it all, bob my head and make it fuck in and out without any strain. It was kind of neat."
"Ummm."
Tina frowned. "There were some, well, problems when it came time for some real fucking, though," she admitted. "He didn't have the problems, I did. It felt great to him and once he got up on top of me, he went absolutely wild, humping into me jack rabbit quick and hard, but his cock was so small, so short, that I couldn't feel a damn thing. I mean, it was going in and out, all right, I could tell that by the way he was huffing and puffing, and I could feel his little balls smacking into my buns, but it wasn't rubbing against my clit or doing any of the things it was supposed to."
The idea of some guy with a tiny cock fucking Tina tickled Chip pink. He wrapped his fist about his great log of a cock and commenced to pump up and down on it, twisting and turning his fingers around the thick length of meat, teasing the utmost in salacious pleasure from it "He came almost right away, too," she said, eyeballing the way his cockhead had bloated out, the way the shaft had suddenly begun to arch up from his loins in an obscene curve. "And left me hanging. So, I rolled him off me and started sucking his cock some more. He was stiff as a stick in no time and ready for more pussy. I just couldn't see doing that anymore."
"What did you do?"
"I told him that I loved his cock," she said, "and that because I loved it so much, I wanted to put it in a very special place... up my ass."
"No!" Chip groaned, his fist strangling the hell out of his hard penis.
Tina nodded. "I'd always wondered what it would feel like to screw a guy like that, but the only times I ever tried to do it, the guy's cock was always way too big. I mean, either there was no way I could cram the head into my hole, or else when it did start to go in, it hurt so bad that I had to make him take it out. I figured that this kid's cock was just the right size... and it was."
Chip was pounding his cock furiously, his eyes glazed with pleasure, the ache of his recent orgasm long gone as he sprinted for another.
"I got down on my hands and knees in front of him on the bed and stuck my bottom way up in the air," she said, with obvious relish. "Then he sort of squirmed between my legs. I had to hold my buttcheeks apart for him, but once he got the tip of his cock touching my little hot hole, he didn't need any help. He battered his way right up my ass and started fucking the hell out of it. I didn't know that a girl could cum while she was being assfucked, not until that evening. Boy, did I ever cum! Squealing and moaning, pushing back into his manly lunges, making that tiny cock of his dart through my hole and stab into my rectum."
"Damned," Chip croaked. His penis was no longer parallel to the bed. It was sticking straight up in the air like a flag pole and there was pale white goo leaking from the slit in its throbbing head.
Tina knew that her little story had done its job. She reached out and caught the bulb of his penis between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a hard pinch.
"Oh!" he gasped, his hips jerking, buttocks bucking up from the bed reflexively.
Under her fingers she could feel the slimy, hot seepage of his pre-cum. Cooing with delight, she smeared the viscous substance all over his lewdly bloated knob.
"I bet you'd like to get up on me, now," she said, thickly, tracing the sharp edge of her fingernail down the underside of his straining shaft.
"OH YES!" the young man exclaimed, his cock snapping up, slapping against his bare chest, sending drops of white semen spattering all over it.
She grinned at him. "But you've got to remember, honey," she warned him, "that isn't a little cock you've got there. You've got to take it easy on me or you'll split my pussy wide open."
"I'll be careful," he promised.
Satisfied, she got up off of him and assumed the exact same position she'd described in her story, the ostrich position, with her face and tits pressed to the bed and her ass raised high in the air. She levered her knees wide apart and tipped her bottom up so he could see the ragged red folds of her pussy under the sensuous swell of her buttcheeks, the shiny black hairs all dripping with juice.
Chip scrambled to his knees behind her, slipping his knees inside her legs, slipping his hands around the supple curve of her hips. He leaned into her, pressing his loins tight to her firm asscheeks, forcing the underside of his penis to slip into her tight nether cleavage.
Tina groaned into the coverlet as she felt all that hot cock scouring between her buns, rasping over her anus, grinding over the parted, oozing mouth of her cunt.
Chip put his hands to the sides of her cheeks, pressing the soft mounds together tighter around his rigid cock, hunching slowly up and down, making the obscenely swollen head of his cock pop in and out of her smooth crevice, rubbing his lust-hardened testicles against her wet pussy.
"OOOOOH, HONEY! HONEY!!" Tina moaned, clutching at the bedspread, wiggling her bottom back and forth. "DO IT! DO IT RIGHT!"
But Chip was having too much fun masturbating between her buttocks. He humped faster, harder, and the juice from her pussy, which smeared over the lower half of his cock, was sloshed all up into her asscrack, making things delightfully moist and slippery. r "PLEASE! PLEEEEEASE PUT IT IN!!" the cleaning lady warbled, shoving her arm down between her splayed knees, her hand sliding over the hairy mound of her cunt, over the wetly parted petals to touch his heavy balls, to squeeze them anxiously.
Chip moaned and stopped dry humping as he felt those talented fingers of her stroking his scrotum, sweeping over it, around it, behind it to tickle his very asshole.
"IN ME! IN ME!" she loudly beseeched.
The young man pushed back from her buttocks, wincing as he gripped his own cock, as he bent it down from the vertical. For an instant, as he peered down into her nether cleft, as he looked at the soft, winking ring of her rectum, he almost succumbed to the overwhelming urge to drive his huge cock into it, to fuck her up the ass, just as the young man in her story had. But then he looked lower down, down at the slick, hungry slit of her pussy, at all that warm red flesh quivering impatiently to receive his blood-engorged cock, and he knew that he had to have her pussy first.
"HURRY!" Tina wailed. Chip was turned on, but he was in no hurry. He wanted to cum again, to cum with the wet, clasping walls of her cunt caressing his spurting penis, but there was no rush. His initial orgasm had taken the edge off his sex hunger, had given him the chance to really enjoy this ripe woman's smooth body. He put his fingers to her upturned mound and gently pushed her labial petals further apart, peeling the flaps wide open, plastering them back against the hair-fringed slopes of her mound. When he was done, he could see right up into her belly, right up into the seething, churning passage that was about to get every inch of his huge, pulsing cock.
Tina chomped down on the bedspread as he fumbled with her pussy lips, as he readied her for the deeply satisfying penetration. It was either chomp down or start screaming. She yearned for the feel of that big cock of his ramming into her soft belly, rasping against her tender clitoris.
The young man pulled his fingers back from her cunt and looked at them. They gleamed with thick, viscous lubricant, the stuff that wet dreams are made of. He dabbed the love juice on the head of his penis, coating it from snout to rim. Then, putting his fingertips to the ragged edges of her labia, holding the hair-rimmed petals wide open, he guided his rigid cock down toward her cunt, fitting it between his spreading fingers.
The instant Tina felt that huge, blazing knob nosing into her parted folds, she let out a shrill whimper. She knew, even then, that she was in for about as much cock as she could handle. It felt like the head completely covered her whole sex, like she was about to take on a zebra or moose.
"Man!" Chip gasped as he had his first ever feel of wet pussy. It slithered against the smooth face of his penis, a million times more delicious than he'd ever imagined. It was like hot, buttered velvet. He let go of her labia and his cock and took hold of her hips, shifting his knees on the bed to get the proper alignment.
Tina started shivering as she felt his bulb swivel against the folds of her pussy. She knew that he was tipping himself and her so he could go into her to the hairs on the first lunge, so that he could use every wrinkle, every fold, every square inch of her seething cunt.
Then there was no time for thought.
Chip lunged, bucking his hips viciously, stabbing the head of his cock through her fluttering sphincter, driving it and the hugely pulsing shaft right up into her cunt.
She howled into the muffling bedspread as the walls of her pussy were swept apart by the plundering cock, as the great lumbering penis surged deep in her belly.
"SO TIGHT! SO FUCKING TIGHT!!" Chip gasped, lunging again, and again, without pulling back, without allowing the sticky rush of her cuntal lubricant to ease the friction. He was half crazy from seeing, between her lush buttocks, the massive, vein-marbled shaft of his cock disappearing into her lewdly dimpled cunt It looked like he was turning her outside in! There was no garish red ring of super-heated labia about his turgid pole; there was only a thick ruff of shiny black hairs. Her labia were turned inside, driven right up into her cunt by the girth of the ravaging cock.
Tina clawed at the spread, no longer sure that she could handle what he had, what he was animalishly ramming up her cunt. She could feel the tight wrinkles and folds of her pussy being ironed out by the tube-splitting presence of his huge cock. Despite her squeals of pain, he kept on lunging, driving his cock up her cunt as if he were driving a fence post into muddy ground. Long before his hard, hairy groin abutted the flat plane of her pubis, long before she could feel the fuzzy hardness of his testicles rubbing against her mound, she knew that she'd never be the same inside. He was ruining her, breaking her cunt as it had never before been broken!
When Chip felt his immense erection squeak the last inch or so into her pussy, when he felt the rubbery tip of her cervix bump into his lust-bloated bulb, he paused, gasping, wallowing in the sensation of having his cock totally encased by her warm, wet pussy.
Tina just lay there and trembled, engulfed by the monstrous rod, whining every time the thing pulsed against the ravaged walls of her cunt, pushing out in all directions, threatening to split her wide open. It was much, much more than she'd bargained for, and now she was helpless. Every move on her part only increased his pleasure and caused her more pain.
"SO GOOOOOOOD," Chip groaned, leaning his belly way over her quivering back, stroking her sides, stroking the round bulges of her breasts that were forced out from under her chest, out under her armpits by the force with which she clung to the bed.
Then he jerked his cock back through the velvety folds. Despite his recent orgasm, despite his urge to hold back, to enjoy, he almost came then and there. The walls of her pussy clasped wetly at his retreating shaft, tugging at the rim of his bulb, at the flesh of his cockskin, sending waves of pure delight raging down the length of his rod, straight down to his sperm-swollen balls.
Tina cried out as the great penis jerked back. It felt like that flaring rim of his was catching on her very guts, trying to rip them out! But when he plunged back in, it was a different story. The rush of her love juice moistened the full length of her cunt, moistened the oncoming head and shaft. She sheathed him easily, with no pain.
"OHHHHHHH!" she wailed, jerking her flushed face up from the coverlet, pushing her chest up. leaning back onto his cock.
Chip couldn't believe how sloppy wet she'd gotten all of a sudden. It was like her whole pussy had just come unglued. He wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though. He started jamming his cock to her, fucking it in and out of the rapidly widening passage.
Once she fully realized that the pain was no longer there, Tina started fucking him back, driving her whole body forward and back, forcing her pussy to slip wetly over his hard-driving penis. The more she fucked him, the easier it got, until his cock was moving in and out as easily as a finger fucking into a Vaseline-filled rubber glove.
Not only did it no longer feel painful, it started to feel good. The bloated head of his cock was traveling the full length of her cuntal channel, the smooth underside of it gliding sensuously over her hard little clitoris, rubbing that super-sensitive nubbin back and forth. Each time it made that rasping contact, a quiver of ecstasy lanced deep into Tina's belly.
"YESSSSS!" she hissed. "YESSSSS!"
Chip slipped both hands over the down-hanging globes of her firm breasts and squeezed them passionately, milking them, massaging their silky contours, pinching and tugging at the long, hard nipples. As he did this, as he felt her body beginning to buck and jerk, to follow the rhythm of his deeply impaling thrusts, a surge of pleasure coursed through him like ten thousand volts of electricity. Everything that was happening was too beautiful to be believed: the feel of her pussy hotly clasping his lunging cock, the feel of her silky back under his belly, her big breasts soft, resilient under his hands, the smells of her broached loins, pungent and maddening, wafting up to his face.
He couldn't help but fuck her harder, brutally jamming his pulsating penis through her slick passage, twisting and turning his hips as he did so to make his shaft rub over every millimeter of her marvelous channel.
Tina had to grip the coverlet in her hands and hang on tight as his thrusts quickened and grew more powerful. The violent impact of his loins against her softly padded mound were actually driving her across the surface of the bed, actually lifting her whole rear end, thighs, legs up in the air! She could tell that he was building up to his climax and the raw, burning heat from the friction of his savage fucking was melting her very soul.
"UHHHH!" she bleated, arching her head up, her eyes bulging wide. Joy detonated between her legs, joy so powerful that it swept away everything else, the room, the bed, the sweat-soaked young man wildly lusting behind her. She plummeted into darkness, lights flashing wildly in her skull, her pussy fluttering wildly about the pistoning cock.
"OH!" Chip cried as the iron fist in the hot buttered velvet glove closed down on his meat, quadrupling the friction upon it in the blink of an eye. He sank his cock into the hairs and held it there, wheezing, trembling, as the seizures that racked her tender tube slowly but surely milked the hot, bubbling semen from his cock.
"UHHHHH! UHHHHH!!!" the cleaning lady bawled, lost in her swirling maelstrom of pleasure, her hips churning, bucking impatiently, causing her cunt to slither and squirm around the hard-pulsing penis.
A tiny spark blossomed in the tip of Chip's cock, a spark of joy that was fanned by the wetly clasping folds of her pussy, a spark that surged into a flame of tingling ecstasy sweeping down the length of his cunt-encased penis, engulfing his aching testicles in a wave of fire.
"OH! OHH!!" the young man howled, as his own seizure began, as his balls started pumping the heavy, viscous seed up the hollow stem of his cock.
He threw himself at her like a madman, ripping his cock back and forth through the tightened channel of her orgasming cunt.
Tina nearly fainted when that first gush of his I cum spurted into her pussy. It felt like it was so hot that it sizzled against her tender walls, and there was so much of it! That initial gust practically filled her pussy to overflowing with sticky sperm! The second and third spurts only stayed inside her for a second before they were forced out by the wildly pistoning cock.
"UNNFF! UNNNNFF! UNNNFF!" she grunted, each grunt a punctuation mark to one of his savage lunges, each grunt followed by a firm clasping of her pussy about his slogging rod.
The cleaning lady climaxed three times in rapid succession before the young man finished his orgasm. By the time Chip was done, his thick sperm hung in long, yo-yoing strands from the top of her mound. It glistened in white rivulets down the insides of her quivering thighs.
The two of them remained pressed tightly together for several minutes after the orgasming stopped. It was only when Chip started to pull back a little that either of them realized they had an audience.
Bud stood leaning against the open doorway, his arms folded across his stout chest, the whole front of his jeans pushed out of shape by a huge erection.
"God!" Tina gasped, peering at him from around her svelte hip.
Bud leered at her. "Is this a private party?" he said, reaching for his zipper. "Or can anybody join in?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jim Chandler sat in his luxurious downtown Dallas skyscraper office, trying to pore over the contents of a client's portfolio prior to a late morning meeting. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the facts and figures, his mind kept wandering back to Tina.
He shifted uncomfortably in his black leather, executive swivel chair. He was getting another hard-on! He groaned and reached down to his groin, attempting to adjust the stubborn length of muscle into a more bearable position. All morning long his cock had been going up and down like a yo-yo. He couldn't stop thinking about that damned cleaning lady!
He sat back in the well-padded chair and tried to pull himself together. He was a wealthy man. He could afford to buy the best in professional prostitutes if his wife wasn't satisfying him. Then why didn't he? Why had he taken Ainsley's word that this cleaning lady would not only clean, but put out, too?
The answer to both questions was painfully simple. Jim Chandler had always prided himself on never having had to pay for sex. The idea of going to some call girl's apartment for an hour or so turned him off. It wasn't the sleaziness of such goings-on that disgusted him... sleaziness had a very definite appeal to him... it was the purely mechanical nature of things. He would be going to a girl he'd never seen before, perhaps one whose face and body didn't even appeal to him. What he wanted, of course, was to have his cake and eat it, too, to see the woman beforehand, to find her desirable, then to have an extended sexual affair with her. What he wanted was Tina.
It didn't make it any easier for him that she was about the sexiest piece of ass he'd ever set eyes on. It didn't make it any easier that young Ainsley was always bragging about how much pussy he got off her. That he had failed totally so far to even get Tina to show the faintest bit of interest in fucking him riled Jim Chandler something terrible.
Who the hell did she think she was anyway? he asked himself. The Queen of the May? Hell, she was nothing but a forty-year-old broad with hots pants! He had a good mind to cut out all of the subtle attempts at seducing her and just out and out rape her. It would serve her right! He chuckled when he thought about forcing her to have sex with him, about how she'd come around in the end, begging him not to stop, begging him to keep on fucking her.
His cock pulsed powerfully and he groaned again. The more he thought about raping Tina, the more the idea grew on him... and the faster his cock grew. It felt like it was about to split its outer skin it was so swollen with lust.
He fantasized about how it would be after he'd brought her around, after he'd made her love it. Why he could have her following him around the house like a little lap dog, practically begging him to put it to her again! He grinned. He'd put it to her, all right, every chance he got. He imagined screwing her in the laundry room, in the toilet... sitting on the stool and having her straddle him, making her hunch up and down on his stiff, aching bone... and in some dark closet. He wouldn't even bother taking her clothes off. He'd just shove the crotchband of her panties aside and ram his stiff, juicy cock up into her belly. After he had her trained, he told himself, he'd be able to make her get all wet and ready for a screw just by looking at her.
"Damn it to hell," he said aloud, pushing up to his feet. His face was flushed and his penis was lewdly pulsing in the front of his trousers, pushing as if trying to free itself. He was getting too damned excited! If he didn't calm down he was going to have to pull out his cock and jack off!
He paced the deeply carpeted floor, trying to will down his hulking erection. As he did so, it dawned on him that Tina was home today, that his wife was going to be out, and that Chip was sick upstairs. He had to grab hold of the edge of his desk to steady himself. If there was ever a time to pull off his little coup, this was it.
The decision was made in an instant. He would have that hot broad today or die trying! He slapped the switch on his office intercom.
"Miss Tuck," he said, hoarsely, "I'm not feeling too well: I think I might be coming down with a bug. I'm going to home and rest. Please, switch the Barnes appointment to Mr. Ainsley's calendar. The file is in here on my desk."
"I hope you're feeling better soon," said the voice of his private secretary.
"Thank you," he said. He leered down at the bulge in his pants. He would be feeling better, all right, much, much better soon.
* * *
"What are you doing home?" Chip asked his brother. The younger Chandler was so startled that he made no further move to disengage his penis from Tina's still-fluttering cunt.
Bud smiled, his eyes taking in all the naked flesh. He seemed especially interested in the trickles of white goo that were rolling down the insides of the cleaning lady's thighs.
"Oh, I decided that it was okay to cut a class or two for a special occasion," he said.
"What's that?" Chip said.
"The first Chandler brothers" gang bang," he answered, pushing away from the door frame and walking to the edge of the bed.
"Huh?" Chip said, pushing up from Tina's back and regarding his brother with astonishment.
"Well, I knew that Tina here would be showing you a good time," Bud said, reaching out and gently stroking her blushing cheek with the back of his hand. "And the more I thought about it the hotter I got. I figured that she wouldn't mind if I dropped by and joined you. You don't mind, do you, Tina?"
The cleaning lady knelt there, her thighs held wide apart by Chip's hips and knees, her pussy spitted to the sperm-soaked hairs by his thickly pulsing cock. She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head, waves of lustful anticipation raging through her body. She didn't mind at all.
"I didn't think so," Bud said, tangling his fingers in her hair, using it like a handle to lift her face up higher.
"What are you going to do. Bud?" Chip asked breathlessly, his own, deeply buried cock throbbing powerfully against the snug-fitting walls of her pussy.
"First," the stocky young man said, "I'm going to get me a little blow job." With his free hand he unzipped his jeans and undid the button at the waistband. Then he shoved both his pants and underwear down over his hips and thighs.
"OOOHHH!" Chip groaned as he saw Bud's meaty erection flip up out of the swaddling folds of his clothing like an enraged banana.
Tina groaned, too. She was looking right into the bloated rubbery head, into the wetly gleaming slit that leaked thick white semen in long, swaying strands.
"You want to help me out, don't you?" Bud said, holding her head still with his hand in her hair as he moved closer to her.
"UHHH," she moaned as the gap between the throbbing bulb and her lips was narrowed.
"MAKE HER SUCK IT, BUD!" Chip cried, grabbing hold of her hips and grinding the root of his still hard cock into the mouth of her pussy. The younger Chandler was getting into the swing of things. The idea of watching his brother push his big, hard cock into the cleaning lady's mouth while he still held her impaled on his cock from behind turned him on and then some. "STUFF IT DOWN HER THROAT!"
The moaning woman shuddered as Bud let go of her hair and pressed the flat of his palm to her forehead, pushing her head back so he could jam the blood-engorged head of his cock against her parted lips. She was wedged between the two young men, her ass firmly abutting Chip's hard loins, with nothing but the lewdly curving shaft of Bud's penis in front of her.
"TAKE IT!" Bud snarled, leaning into her face, mashing his cockhead against her soft lips, crushing them against her teeth.
"TAKE IT!" Chip shouted from behind, ripping his cock back and slamming it viciously into her open cunt, making the spent semen bubble and ooze from her gooey channel.
"OH!" Tina gasped as the meaty staff rubbed across her clitoris, as the tingles of delight raged up over her stomach.
Bud took advantage of her suddenly open, ovaled mouth. He hunched forward, driving the head of his penis through the gap between her lips, wedging her mouth wide open with his flaring rim, filling the wet warm cavern from cheek to cheek with thick, hot flesh.
The cleaning lady whimpered as the huge bulb pushed into her mouth. She was going to take it in anyway. Bud didn't need to force her. She wanted it, but knew that what she wanted or needed was no longer important. She realized that as Bud began to screw his hips forward and back, jam his massive knob in and out of her mouth. He needed to feel that he was assaulting her. It was adding to his lascivious pleasure.
"SUCK ME!" Bud panted.
"SUCK HIM!" Chip echoed, peering at the action from over her shoulder.
Tina's eyes fluttered shut. Bud wasn't the only one who was getting off on the idea of a dual rape. Chip's thrusts into her backside had resumed with great gusto. He was bashing into her so hard that her breasts were jiggling and flouncing all over her chest, slapping into the sides of her arms, so hard the meat of her thighs and buttocks trembled from the brutal impact.
Bud quickened his thrusts to match those of his brother, almost, but not quite pulling the lust-bloated bulb from her obscenely ovaled lips, stopping just when he could see the back of his spongy, flaring rim pop over the edge of her teeth.
Tina opened her eyes and stared in awe as the ruddy-fleshed length of Bud's cock as it surged to and fro, plowing deeper and deeper into her mouth.
"I SAID SUCK!" Bud commanded, thrusting the tip of his cock against the back of her mouth.
"SUCK!" Chip howled, his balls beating a wild tattoo on the top of her mound as he ruthlessly fucked into her loose and sputtering cunt.
Tina did as she was told. Even if she'd wanted to escape the vicious double skewering there was no way. Her lips began to nibble and suck at the hard thrusting penis, coughing, gagging as she fought to fall into his lunging rhythm, to suck as he was thrusting, to swallow the copious rush of slobber, then to suck again as he retreated. Her cheeks were wrapped tightly about the bulging head, so tight that the outline of it could be plainly seen against the smooth skin.
Gradually Bud worked himself deeper and deeper, not content to merely feel her lips about his knob, wanting her throat, all of it. He used his hands on the sides of her head, changing the angle of it and her neck so that the head of his penis could slide down over the back of her tongue, down into the tight, hot confines of her gullet.
Tina just let it happen. When the huge bulb crushed down into her throat, she wallowed it, gulping it down. There was nothing else she could do. The thick, pulsing shaft poured between her lips, rasping over her tongue, stabbing down her throat. Then she could feel his heavy, kidney-shaped testicles slapping moistly against her chin and she could smell the stale odor of sweat mixed with the raw, animal musk of his crotch rushing up at her. The crisp hairs of his loins were tickling her nose and lips, and then her mouth was jammed down around his root, her jaws wedged open to the splitting point by all that lust-thickened meat.
Chip could not tear his eyes away from the lewd spectacle. As he mercilessly bashed her cunt, plowing through the buttery folds like a battering ram, he watched the obscene contrast of his brother's friction-reddened, saliva-slippery cock disappearing into the lovely woman's face, her mouth yawning lewdly open to receive the lusty staff, her lips clinging to the sides of it as it was brutally wrenched back, actually pulling out away from her face.
As he leered at the hard-driving cock plundering her throat, his hands were busy in under her chest, busy clutching, mauling at the supple cones of flesh, plucking at the tender nipple buds, squashing the succulent mounds in his lust-crazed hands.
Tina whimpered and whined at the sadistic ravishment she was undergoing, at the cruel fingers ripping at her breasts, the cruel cocks jamming deep into throat and cunt. It seemed to her that the two brothers were striving for something impossible, striving to fuck their long, thick cocks in her so far that the bulbous heads would meet somewhere within her body. She imagined the moist smacking of those slippery knobs and a spark exploded in her belly, leaping from plundered cunt to plundered throat, from Chip's cockhead to Bud's. She didn't know if she wanted to cum like this, sandwiched so callously between the two hot young studs, but it seemed that she was not going to be given a choice in the matter; the demands of her own, already much-stimulated body were taking control.
Chip gasped as he felt Tina suddenly start pushing back against him, driving the soft, cheeky mounds of her ass into his hipbones, sheathing her squishy cunt over his throbbing erection. The idea that she would get off during such cruel and unusual treatment hadn't even occurred to him. As her gyrations became more and more violent, more urgent, the younger Chandler sat back on his haunches and put his thumbs to her bobbing buns, levering them wide apart so he could watch his own thick, gleaming cock plunging between the hair-fringed, red petals of her cunt.
"MAN, OH, MAN!" he groaned, leering at the flushed, sticky lips clasping and unclasping around the surging length of his cock, at the tiny, winking ring of her rectum, also red, also moist, glistening with spattered juices.
Tina no longer cared what Chip was doing behind her, that he was holding her asscheeks lewdly splayed. A haze, a curtain of red, was slowly slipping down over her. The hot slobber gushing into her mouth increased more and more as the heavy rod fucked in and out of her throat. It was increasing in response to the rank, salty seepage oozing from his cockhead, mixing with it, thickening. She tried to swallow the heavy fluid down, but there was too much. As his cock thrust home, the mixture was forced out between her sucking lips and the sides of his shaft and ran out of the corners of her ovaled mouth, down over his chin in a shining wave.
The sight of her drooling like that, slobbering all over herself, only incited Bud further. No longer was he merely hunching into her unmoving face, but he was once again grabbing her hair, using it to slip her mouth up and down over his fleshy rod, using it like a juicy and much-fucked pussy.
As the lovely woman bobbed her head, following the hurtful tugs on her hair meekly, as she hurled herself forward and back, spitting her pussy on his bloated cock. Chip started to shiver uncontrollably. It was not so much what he was doing, what his brother was doing, as it was what he intended to do that was making him go to pieces.
He put a trembling finger to the tiny ring of her anus, brushing the hot ring lightly. He was rewarded instantly. The ring tightened abruptly, as if trying to pinch the tip of his finger. Wheezing with passion, he pushed the pad of his finger against the soft sphincter, forcing it to open, to allow his finger to slip inside.
Tina shuddered as the hurtful probe was jammed up into the rubbery depths of her rectum, as it was obscenely swiveled and corkscrewed. She shuddered, but did not break stride, either in her fucking or her cocksucking. By her own actions. she forced the finger to fuck in and out of her ass, the fluttering anal ring sliding up and down, up and down in time to the mad thrusts of her hips.
"OH MAN! I'M FINGERING HER BUTT!" Chip croaked.
Bud's pleasure-slitted eyes opened wide. He slipped his cock into her throat to the root and held it there, choking her, killing her with its awesome, throbbing girth, while he leaned over her back. He put his hands to her already splayed buttcheeks and pried them even further apart, until there was no crack between them, only a smooth, glistening band of skin. He watched spellbound as his brother's finger darted through the tiny, puckering hole, as directly beneath it the massive shaft of his cock plowed through her widely gaping vaginal lips.
"Use two!" Bud cried. "Stick another one in her!!"
Chip groaned from the sudden rush of excitement that threatened to blow his skull sky high. His pulse was a steady, panicked thumping in his temples as he fitted his middle finger beside his index finger and jammed them both up into Tina's rectum.
The ravaged cleaning lady made a frantic gurgling sound about the hairy base of Bud's penis as the lancing pain bored up her spine, as the ring of her anus was stretched wide open to accommodate the doubled digits. Her nose was buried in the young man's pubic hair, his hard, sperm-swollen testicles prodding lewdly against her slobbery chin.
"SO TIGHT!" Chip gasped, slithering his fingers in and out of her obscenely distended sphincter. "AND I CAN FEEL MY COCK! I CAN FEEL IT GOING IN AND OUT OF HER PUSSY!"
"SHE LIKES IT," Bud said, giving her mouth and throat a quick thrust, grinding his balls into the point of her chin. "DAMN! SHE LIKES IT!"
The two brothers stared at each other across the smooth, silky, female back, their eyes suddenly alight. It was Chip who spoke, his words coming out in a mad, rushing jumble.
"I'M GONNA DO IT!" HE CRIED. "I SWEAR, I'M GONNA DO IT TO HER... GONNA SHOVE MY COCK UP HER ASS... GONNA CUM UP HER TIGHT ASS!"
Bud gaped at Chip, then a worried expression came over his face. "What about me, man?" he said. "I got to get off, too. I got to have some pussy or something."
The younger Chandler, ever the incisive wit, the sharp one, grinned. "That's no problem," he said, animalishly working his doubled fingers in and out of her anus. "We can both fuck her at the same time."
"Huh?"
"I'll go up her ass and you can screw her pussy."
Tina stiffened. She couldn't believe what she was hearing! What they intended doing to her!
"Yeah!" Bud said. "Yeah! All right! We'll sandwich the whore! We'll fuck her in two!!"
The cleaning lady panicked. She began to struggle, to try and pull her head back, to get the cock out of her throat. It was useless. No matter how hard she tried she could not overcome the strength of Bud's hands or the pinioning power of Chip's hard-driving loins from behind.
"Hold her still, dammit!" Chip shouted as he unsheathed his massive penis from her wet pussy.
Bud pulled his own cock from her throat, the upcurving crescent of slobber-coated flesh flipping up and slapping against his chest, then pressed down hard on her shoulders, jamming her face down into the bed.
Tina fought with the strength of the desperate, trying to claw and kick, but it was worse than useless. She was being smothered, suffocated, and her violent exertions only caused her to use up what little air she had left. Gradually, her limbs weakened, her thrashing slowed, and she lay still, her bare bottom sticking obscenely up in the air.
"Holy shit, this is going to be good!" Chip cried as he ripped his fingers from her anus. The widely stretched ring snapped closed like a rubber band.
"Give it to her, man!" Bud coaxed. "Pour it up her butt!"
Chip worked up a big gob of spit in his mouth, then, holding her buttocks wide apart with his hands, allowed the gob to dribble down between her cheeks, down the crack of her ass, down over her madly winking sphincter.
Tina shivered at the feel of that slippery fluid bathing her pore. She wrenched her face to the side, away from the muffling coverlet, and gasped for air.
Splaying the trembling moons of her ass even further apart. Chip worked himself up until the head of his bulging cock was on a line with the glistening ring. Then, without even pausing for breath, he lunged, spearing his rigid erection right at the slobber-moistened hole.
"YEEEEEE!!!" Tina screamed as the monstrous bulb jammed full against her anus, jammed right between her widely split buns. "NOOOO! NOOOOO, IT'S TOO BIG!!! TOO BIG!!!"
She tried to throw herself forward to evade the skewering thickness, but there was nowhere to go. Bud was directly in front of her, his powerful hands pressing her down into the bed, holding her still for the sadistic impalement.
Tina clenched her buttocks as tight as she could, constricting the already ravaged ring of her anus, trying frantically to hold Chip out. There was no way! His cock was ramming too hard, it was too wet from her pussy juices, and her poor little rectum was too pliant. She squealed in agony as the tiny opening slipped over and clasped the young man's invading bulb.
"JEEEEZ!" Chip croaked as he got his first ever taste of ass fucking. He lunged again, harder, sinking his huge cock in much deeper, forcing her tightly squeezing sphincter to slip down to mid-shaft, parting the hot, rubbery lining of her bowels with his swollen cockhead.
She writhed and twisted beneath him, trying to throw him off her back, but every time she bucked, every time she squirmed, she only skewered herself further on the horrible thickness of his cock, only jammed it deeper into her tightly resisting anus. Sensing that she was only worsening her position, Tina froze, sobbing into the bedspread.
Sensing that he was now home free, the young man brutally wedged the last, grossly thick inches of his cock into her rectum, stopping only when his hard testicles rubbed into the open slit of her pussy, when the crisp hairs of his loins rasped into her widely spread cleavage.
Tina let out a low, bleating wail of shame and humiliation as she realized that she was being totally dominated by his huge cock. That she had practically invited such an abuse by telling the young man the dirty story never occurred to her.
All that she was aware of was the pain, the pain that threatened--to split her whole crotch in two, from anus to belly button.
"Man, her ass is so tight it feels like it's skinning my cock alive!" Chip gasped, his eyes slitted from the waves of pleasure that were coursing through him.
Bud was gawking at the lewd juncture of their loins, at the red stump of his brother's cock protruding from the horribly dilated ring of her rectum. His own cock was swaying back and forth like a cobra, leaking long, white dribbles of pre-cum down onto the bed, onto Tina's hair and arms. "For crying out loud, man!" he groaned. "Let me get my dick in her before my balls explode!"
Chip locked his hands around Tina's hips and rolled to one side, pulling her over backwards on top of him. She lay full length on his hard stomach, his cock deeply buried in her anus. Her long, slender legs were draped limply on either side of his and her feet twitched pathetically as the huge cock throbbed against her bowels, widening the torn cavern of her rectum even further.
"Man!" Bud cried, hopping onto the bed, straddling his brother's knees, and pushing Tina's trembling thighs even further apart. Then, grasping his hard, aching cock with both hands, he stuffed it straight up between the gaping red lips of her cunt.
Tina jerked violently as the rock hard cock slithered up inside her cunt, filling it from, wall to wall with raging hot meat. The two cocks were wedged belly to belly within her, with only the thin membrane that separated cunt and rectum keeping them apart The pressure on her innards was terrible. There was only so much room in her body for cock, room usually given to a cock in her cunt. Now she had a cock up her cunt and her ass and something else had to be compressed, squashed, to accommodate the added intrusion.
"Man! Her cunt is ten times tighter than it was before!" Bud wheezed into her face, his hands mauling her big, soft tits, fingers tugging insistently at her nipples. "And I can feel your cock throbbing! I can feel it against mine!"
Tina could only lay there and groan, obscenely sandwiched between the two young brothers, their lust-hardened cocks starting to move, to thrust into her.
Bud, already super-turned on from watching Chip penetrate her ass, began at once to fuck his long, thick cock into her wet pussy, his balls lewdly jostling over those of his brother which lay directly underneath Tina's cunt. Chip, not to be outdone, also started fucking, lunging his cock in and out of her squeaky tight rectum. In a matter of seconds the two of them were hitting a salacious, reciprocating rhythm, buffeting the cleaning lady between their hard-driving loins like a bag of foam rubber, the pistoning lengths of their cocks fucking into her soft body like a pair of battering rams.
"UHH! UHHHHH! NOOO!!!" Tina screamed. "OOOHHH, NOOO!!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The minute that Jim Chandler opened the front door of his house, he knew that something was amiss. The first thing he saw when he stepped into the foyer was his son Bud's book bag. He groaned to himself. He'd figured to catch Tina alone downstairs, figured to have the whole lower floor of the house to pull off his little rape in. Now he had to deal with Bud. Bud who could blunder in on him at any stage of the game. Bud, who might even come to the poor woman's aid, who might even stop him from getting what he so desperately craved!
"Shit!" Jim said aloud. The obscene word echoed through the house, making him cringe. He stripped off his coat and tossed it on the couch, heading straight for the kitchen, where he expected to find his quarry.
He looked all through the bottom floor of the house for the cleaning lady, but she wasn't anywhere. Neither was son Bud. He knew she had to be upstairs. That idea did not appeal to him. It meant that he was going to have to deal with the possibility that she might be in with Chip, that Bud might be there, too, that he was going to have a hell of a time tricking her into following him downstairs, someplace nice and private.
As he started to climb the stairs, he heard a noise from the upper floor. It froze his blood.
"UHHH-YEEE!!!"
It was a woman's voice. A voice he recognized.
"UHHH-YEEE!!!"
It was Tina, all right. But Tina as he had never heard her, Tina as he longed to hear her, Tina in heat!
His head reeling, his cock shrinking, deflating as anger swept over him, he stormed up the stairs and rushed to the open door of Chip's bedroom. What he saw in there on the bed turned him into stone.
His two fine young sons were there and the naked cleaning lady was lewdly pinned between them. He could see the two gleaming rods of lust-thickened male flesh as they skewered hard up into her jerking loins. He could see the red, wetly gleaming edges of her cunt drawing back with Bud's cock on the backstroke, only to be stuffed back inside as he plunged it home, as he stabbed it deep into her soft white belly. He could see his youngest son fucking up into Tina's anus from below, the taut opening of her widely distended hole clasping, clinging to the pulsing rod as it jammed ruthlessly in and out.
Tina and the boys were oblivious to the presence of the spectator. The dual cocks were driving into her cunt and anus faster and faster, building themselves up to their long-awaited climaxes. Then, suddenly, Tina reared up convulsively between them, her mouth opening, a wild cry of unabashed pleasure bursting from her throat.
"UHHH-YEEE!!!" she wailed.
No longer could she hold back the shameful flickers of unwanted, of perverse desire that were surging through her doubly plundered loins with ever obscene push and pull of those hot cocks. The low whimpers of pain and humiliation slowly gave over to cries of absolute delight, of wild lust. Her hips began to thrust backwards to meet the deeply probing strokes of Chip's cock cramming into her butt; they began to thrust forward to gulp the whole sluicing length of Bud's cock with her pussy. Everything between her legs was suddenly scalding hot, dripping, sputtering with juice. Her body began undulating wildly between the two, sweat-misted studs, and her smooth, supple buttocks began a salacious, gyrating rhythm of their own, squirming in wild, frantic circles between the two skewering rods, forcing her plundered passages to rub round and round them.
"UHHH! UHHH!!!" she howled, her voice jumping up an octave as the steam heat of orgasm poured down upon her.
The two young men could sense her impending climax and they redoubled their efforts, bucking heaving, writhing on the rumpled sweat-soaked bed, making the bedsprings creak and squeal as they drove the lovely woman over the brink.
"YEEE!!!" Tina screamed, out of her mind as the bottom fell out of the world, as the blackness swallowed her up, as the delight danced in her belly. "FUCK ME!! SCREW ME HARDER!! DEEPER!!!"
Chip and Bud both groaned in unison as the powerful muscle spasms of her orgasming body clamped down on their lunging cocks, squeezing the orgasm from them. They plunged savagely forward at the same time, burying their cocks in her to the hairs, sending simultaneous spurts of cum flying into her quivering body.
She screamed as the molten rush flooded both bowels and vagina, as the huge cocks pumped their sticky load into her belly and guts, screamed and thrashed, trapping Bud's feverish face between her hands, licking it, smearing her wet, hot tongue all over it as she continued to climax, to reach peak after delirious, dizzying peak.
Jim stood at the doorway gasping. His anger at his sons having usurped his time with the cleaning lady was gone, buried under the tons of seething lust that the little show had unleashed. It didn't matter to him that he was going to be taking sloppy thirds off his sons; all that mattered was to sink his huge, throbbing bone into the lust-quenching depths of her ravaged body.
The trio on the bed were still twitching, still groaning, as Jim Chandler started frantically stripping off his clothes. He tossed off everything but his socks, then moved into Chip's bedroom, his torso hunched over from the strain of his monstrous erection. His cock jutted out from his loins bigger, harder, more menacing than ever before, the huge red knob end bobbing in time with his hurried steps.
He walked right over to the edge of the bed and put his hands to Bud's sweaty back. He gave the young man a hard shove.
"My turn!" he said. "Move over!!"
"Huh?" Bud gasped, his eyes widening as it dawned on him that someone else was in the room.
"Move it, son!" Jim repeated, the menace in his tone very clear.
"Dad!" Bud croaked. "Dad, what are you doing here?"
"Same as you, buster!" he said, grabbing hold of the young man's shoulder and pulling.
Bud allowed himself to be pried off the still-trembling woman's belly, his deflated cock slipping out of her much-fucked, much-orgasmed pussy with a wet plopping sound. "Damned," Chip moaned, blinking up at his nude father, at the great hulking stem lust-hardened flesh sticking up from his groin.
"YOU, TOO!" Jim growled. "BEAT IT!"
Tina's eyelids fluttered open as Chip withdrew his cock from her rectum. She looked up into the flushed, panting face of her employer as he started to kneel on the bed beside her.
"I'm glad you're nice and loosened up," he said to her, leering at her roughened nipples, at the sperm-spattered mound of her hairy pussy. "I like it wet."
Tina took one look at his blood-engorged cock and all the color drained from her face.
"No!" she snarled, twisting away, hopping down from the bed before he could get his hands on her.
Jim gawked at her, his face slowly turning beet red from frustration and anger. "What the hell?" he shouted.
"I'm not interested in fucking you, Mr. Chandler," she said defiantly, putting her hands on her hips.
"Now, just wait a goddam minute!" he snarled. "You just got through screwing the hell out of my sons. I know damn well that you practically screwed the balls off of young Ainsley from my office. I'm paying your goddam salary and now you're going to fuck me!"
As he reached out for her, Tina jumped away. She showed him her fingernails. "Try that again and I'll give you a new face!" she said.
"If she doesn't want to, you can't make her. Dad," Bud said.
"Yeah!" Chip piped in.
"You're both crazy," Jim said. "Can't you see that she loves it? She loves it any way she can get it. After I get this big cock of mine up her cunt, she'll be cooing and crooning like a turtle dove. You'll see."
"No, they won't!" Tina said, stamping her foot. "They won't because I won't. I won't fuck a guy who's older than me. Not under any circumstances!"
Jim stopped short. "What?"
"You heard me," she said, bending down and picking up her uniform. "I only make it with young guys. That's why I made it with your sons, that's why I made it with Ainsley, that's why I won't make it with you."
Chandler's face darkened. "Like hell, you won't! You'll fuck me or I'll give you your damned walking papers, bitch!"
"No, you won't!" she said.
That really knocked Jim for a loop. "You can't tell me I can't fire you!" he said.
"Oh, I know that," she said, buttoning up the front of her uniform. "But I can quit before you get the chance to fire me."
"Quit?" Bud and Chip groaned in unison. "That's right, guys," Tina said, glaring defiantly at her former employer. "A girl has to draw the line somewhere."
With that, the cleaning lady turned on her heel and walked out of the bedroom. She knew that there were plenty of jobs for a woman with her talents in the city of Dallas, and that there were plenty of young, handsome guys waiting to receive her special brand of service.
