Clara Norris was the kind of young woman who made most of her female friends envious.
Not only was Clara a shapely, gorgeous young woman in her middle twenties. In addition, she had achieved a great deal of success in marriage. She had moved to Miami Beach mainly because of a terrible sinus condition. And mainly because she loved it where it was warm. She had lived most of her life in the East, and had gotten tired of the cold, which always seemed to cause her health problems. She was not basically a robust girl in cold climates, however, when she went to Miami Beach to recuperate, she always felt better. She finally decided to move there. As a practicing nurse, she immediately got connected with a hospital. While there, she met Dr. Louis Norris, who was a successful physician. The two got along well from the beginning, and soon Louis Norris, one of the prize catches of the entire hospital, a man the young unmarried nurses were always swooning over, married her.
After the marriage, she immediately abandoned her activities as a nurse. They bought a home in Fort Lauderdale, after which she set up housekeeping. They hadn't any children yet, but Louis Norris was hopeful of having some. He kept telling his wife, however, that at that point in time he was extremely busy. He wanted to wait until his practice was on the kind of a footing that he wanted before he started getting involved with bringing up a family.
Even though in a certain sense Clara had every reason to be satisfied, she also felt dissatisfied. Yes, she had the beautiful home, a handsome, successful, intelligent husband, a beautiful car, and a membership in a country club. But she wanted more. For one thing, she wanted to have her husband at home more evenings.
Sometimes when they would be sitting and having a Martini, she would listen as he got a call to return to the hospital.
"It's as if they can't operate that place without you," she said disgustedly one evening.
"That's just the way it is, my dear," he shrugged. "It's part of the life of a doctor."
Over the course of the last few weeks, Clara had taken to playing a good deal of tennis at the local country club. She wondered if any of that had to do with Fred, the young tennis pro. She had watched Fred play in a few major tournaments. He would have been one of the top players in the professional ranks, she had heard time and again, had it not been for the fact that he was not willing to work quite as hard as some of the more industrious players. Instead, Fred enjoyed having a good time, and every time that Clara played tennis with him, she wondered just when he sould seek to make a move with her. She talked with some of her female friends, women who were less attractive than she, and on every occasion he had made a pass at them. She kept wondering just why he had not made a pass at her. Clara did not know exactly what she would do if and when that happened. But she did know that as a female she was curious to at least find out what his approach would be. And she couldn't quite understand why he would make passes at other women and not make them at her.
One afternoon following a lesson, they walked off the court together.
"Your backhand is really improving," Fred smiled, running his fingers through his blonde, wavy hair. "As a matter-of-fact, your overall game is getting better. I like your forehand better, too."
"That's good o hear. Maybe after all this effort I'm gonna actually start to master this game."
"Just maybe you will," Fred nodded smilingly. "At any rate, how about me buying you a drink?"
"I'd like that."
They walked into the bar together, sitting down at an empty table. Fred immediately ordered a Martini. As Fred was halfway through with his Martini, he looked into Clara's eyes.
"You sure are a beautiful woman," he said. "You've got a certain class. The thing I like is that even though you've got it made and you're married to a prominent physician, you don't like to act better than anyone else. I like that."
"I don't feel I have any reason to act that way," she shrugged.
"I've known a lot of women with a lot less than you who have. It's refreshing to run into a gal who's got her feet on the ground."
"Thank you."
"Listen, I don't have any more lessons this afternoon. How about moving on to my place. We can have another drink there."
"Well, I guess I can do that," Clara said hesitantly, her heart pumping furiously.
"You sound like you're in doubt."
"It's not every day that i go to another man's place."
"I see. I mean, I don't want to subject you to any serious traumas. It's up to you whether you want to go or not. I'm not trying to force you. I want you to understand that. You're a beautiful woman, and I happen to respect you. So I don't want to try and bully you."
"Nobody bullies me," Clara smiled. "Well, all right. Let's go. As a matter-of-fact, I'm looking forward to it."
Fred smiled, gulping down the rest of his drink. They got up from the table and left the bar together.
He drove a late-model Porsche sports car. Clara followed behind him in her brand-new Cadillac Seville, which her husband had purchased for her only a few weeks earlier. She tried to rid herself of feelings of guilt. She had never done anything like this before, but, then again, she'd never felt this measure of desperation before either. The thing that got her was the way that she felt over the long absences of her husband, the week-end work, the evenings at the hospital the long, seemingly never-ending schedule. Here was a handsome young man who was available, and who wanted to spend some time with her. Just how far the relationship would go was something to be determined in the future. She knew that young Fred wanted to have sex with her. It had been obvious from the way that his eyes had focused on hers when he had asked her up to his place. She was no fool. She knew what he had in mind when he offered her a drink. But still she felt that she could break away if she wanted to. He would understand. Of course, the question that remained was whether she wanted to break away. She found herself stealing glances several times at his crotch, observing just how significant an erection he had as he sat there at the bar sipping the drink.
As for her, she felt waves of excitement throughout her whole body. She felt the wild sparks of titillation in her pussy, and she knew that she was badly in need of sex. It was just a question of how and when. Whether she would attentively wait for her husband, or whether instead, she would adventure for the first time outside of the matrimonial bed with another man.
Fred lived in a bright, cheerful condominium overlooking the waters of the Atlantic Ocean. There was a slight breeze stirring in the air as they pulled their cars to a stop inside of the subterranean garage beneath the building.
They took an elevator up to Fred's eighth-floor condominium. Her heart palpitated nervously all the while. She kept thinking that she would be seen by someone, and she didn't want that. Not when gossip was as widespread as it was throughout her chain of acquaintances.
Fred locked the door behind them, then walked over toward the wet bar.
"Nice place you have here," Clara said nervously as she sat down on the living room sofa.
"Thanks. I like it," he said.
He fixed the Martinis, then brought them over toward her. He held out one of the glasses, which she accepted. Fred sat down next to her on the sofa. She could tell from how closely he had chosen to sit to her just how fast he was choosing to come on. That coincided with everything that Clara had heard. She'd been told that when Fred was in the mood, he would come on ever so boldly. She still had enough confidence in herself, however, to where, if necessary, she could turn him off. But as he sat next to her and looked with great admiration into her eyes, she was finding that she did not want to turn him off. She kept thinking that it would be great to go to bed with him. He had one of those stares that could undress a woman. As a matter-of-fact, that was exactly what he was doing. He was mentally undressing her, and they both knew it.
She took a couple of nervous sips from the glass. Her fingers were trembling slightly as they pressed against the glass.
"Loosen up," Fred said softly. "It's not all that bad, honey. This is just nature taking its course. I know how busy some of these doctors are. Your husband's really busy, isn't he?"
"Yes, he is. But I don't want to talk about him. Not now."
"I understand. What a beautiful woman you are. Hell, you've got your physical urges. You sure do. You've got the same urges we've all got. You need some attention. I can see that you need some attention. And I'm willing to give it to you."
He leaned forward and slid his fingers through her hair. He moved his fingers back and forth, letting them caress Clara's hair. As his fingers kept on sliding through her hair, he pushed his lips forward. He let them collide with her tips.
Their lips remained firmly locked against one another for several long minutes. Fred then released his lips from Clara's. He pushed his tongue inside of her mouth. He engaged her in a wild, devastating French kiss. Back and forth he kept twisting his tongue, driving it with enthusiasm, allowing it to penetrate against her tongue.
Their tongues worked in a wild wave of sexual energy. The French kiss had r brought Clara out of her state of nervousness. Now, all of the sudden, she was loosening up. She was feeling much better about everything. She liked the fact that Fred was this energetic, and wanted so badly to provide her with the proper amount of sexual attention. After all, she needed it at that point. She was feeling a tremendous amount of nervousness over not getting properly satisfied. Now she had a panting, anxious young man in her very midst, one who was willing to give her all the attention that he could.
Fred jumped up quickly from the sofa after finishing the French kiss. Without saying anything to her, he immediately began to remove his clothes. He pulled off his white tennis shirt, then started to tug at his white tennis shorts. Before she knew, it, he was down to his shorts and his tennis shoes. He untied his shoes, kicking them off. He slid his socks off his feet, then tossed them aside. His last move was to slide his shorts down his legs, then off of him altogether. He reached down and began to toy with his long, hard, ever-so-throbbing penis. His eyes widened as he looked at Clara.
"Just look what's waiting for you," he several times.
"I love touching your nipples," he said. "This feels so nice. Damned, this is exciting."
Fred dropped down to his knees. He reached out and grabbed hold of her panties. He held onto the elastic, snapping it against her body several times. He then began to slide her panties down her legs.
"I'm gonna take everything off," he exclaimed. "Baby doll, we're gonna have ourselves a nice fuck. A glorious screw."
He kept sliding the panties down her legs until he pulled them off of her altogether. As she kicked off her panties, she looked longingly at Fred one more time.
"Kiss me," she whispered.
Fred moved toward her in a flash. He reached out with both hands, gripping against her breasts. He loved the solid impact of his fingers making steady contact with her tits. As he held on tightly, he pushed his lips against hers. He released his lips, then slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. Back and forth he worked his tongue, allowing it to manipulate steadily against her tongue. He loved the quick, stroking excitement of his tongue making sharp impact against hers. said. "Come on, honey. Follow my example. Get up and get undressed. Baby, I want you to strip. You want to strip. You know you want to."
Clara finished her drink. She jumped up quickly from the sofa. She knew down deep that Fred was telling the truth. She did want to undress. She wanted to completely let herself go with him. But the one thing she was fearful about was that she also would be plagued by a sense of guilt. In order for her to have a successful, she knew, she had to throw off all feelings of guilt. She had to concentrate on enjoying herself in the fullest possible measure.
She removed her white tennis uniform after she got up quickly. She pulled and tugged at it ever so nervously, then finally removed it altogether. She leaned over and untied her shoes, kicking them off. She stood before Fred in her panties and bra. He looked at her and whistled.
"Boy, do you ever look great," he said. "You're some kind of beautiful woman."
Fred moved quickly toward her. He undid her bra straps, then let her bra drop down toward the rug. Fred reached out and caressed her breasts. Back and forth his fingers danced, sliding against her nipples
When Fred released his tongue from her mouth, he looked at her and smiled.
"Let's get ourselves a nice shower," he said. "Our bodies are still pretty sweaty from the tennis. After we clean them off, then we'll romp in the bedroom. How's that for a scenario?"
"It sounds like you've got it all arranged."
"I sure as hell have. You've never had sex with anybody but your husband, have you? I mean, since you were married."
"How could you tell?"
"It shows. You wouldn't be this tight otherwise. Just let yourself go, honey. like you said before, forget about him."
"I'm doing the best I can."
To prove her point, she leaned forward, and let her lips plunge against his.
CHAPTER 2
As they stepped inside the shower, Fred reached out and ran his fingers smoothly over her breasts.
"Baby, what nice tits," he exclaimed.
Clara liked the way that Fred ever so authoritatively would reach out and run his fingers ovr her hot tits. Back and forth he would slide his fingers, and every time that they fastened against her hot knobs, she would feel that much more in the way of throbbing excitement.
They stood beneath the warm spray of water. Fred reached out and grabbed a bar of soap, which he slid back and forth against her tits. He loved the scraping sensations of the soap making steady contact with her firm, aroused breasts.
"Ohhh, do I love touching your tits," he smiled eagerly.
"Darling, keep running the soap over my breasts. Baby doll, ohhh, I like that. I like the way the soap's pushing against my tits."
"I'll just bet that you do," he smiled. "Just keep the soap moving, honey. Ohhh, let it press against my breasts."
The soap kept on making thorough, devastating contact with her breasts. As Fred removed the soap finally from her tits, he pushed it downward toward her mound. He let the soap slide against her nest. He loved every quick, captivating thrust that he brought forward.
"Baby, what a nice hot pussy you've got," he smiled.
Fred examined the trail of soap suds that he had precipitated through his steady movements with the soap. He released the soap from her mound, then watched as the splashing droplets of water spilled against her snatch
"I like that," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, this is really fun."
The soap suds combined with the droplets of splashing water, brought a pleasing sensation to Clara. All the while she felt that much greater excitement.
Fred's next move was to reach out with the soap and slide it inside of her ass-hole. He kept on pushing it against her hot anus. As he shoved the soap, her whole body twitched. She reacted to the sharp, devastating soap stabs.
"Ahhh, baby, that's so nice," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, the way you fuck me with that soap."
Fred promptly handed the soap over to Clara.
"Now you can soap my cock and balls," he grinned boyishly. "That's all I need, baby. Just move that soap around. Come on, my sweet. Really let yourself go. I can see that you're starting to relax now. That's good. You were tense earlier, but now you're starting to get in the swing of things. Isn't that true?"
"Yes, it is. I am more relaxed."
"I'm gonna do everything I can to see that you stay that way."
"Sweetheart, I like that. I like your attitude. This is so wonderful."
"Yes, it is, darling. It's just great."
She moved the soap around against his cock and balls. At first Clara manipulated it slowly, but after she became more acclimated, she let the soap slide against his cock and balls more swiftly than before. She kept up her quick, stimulating strokes. Ever so quickly she moved the soap against his cock and his testicles. She would switch off, exercising the soap against his balls for a few strokes, and then, quickly thereafter, she would manipulate it against his long, hot pecker.
She finished with the soap activity, handing him back and the soap. He placed it on top of the ledge, then watched as the hot droplets of water splashed against his cock and balls, removing the soap. He reached down with both hands, gripping with his fingers against his steaming dick. He played with the tip of his cock, then began to slide his fingers up and down the long base of his organ. He would up toying with his testicles, running his fingers back and forth against them.
Fred reached up and shut off the water.
"Honey, our bodies are sparklingly clean now," he winked. "I'm sure ready to have a nice fuck with you," Fred said. "You really are such a beautiful woman."
They stepped out of the shower. Fred reached out and grabbed a towel. He wanted to let the brisk towel plunge against her breasts. He moved it back an' forth, allowing it to circulate against her tits. He removed the towel from her breasts, then toweled off her ass cheeks and legs. He handed the towel over to her. Clara finished toweling herself off, after which Fred picked up another towel and began to dry off his body. Every time he reached down and touched his cock, he knew just how much excitement that was generating through his whole body. He recognized the imperative necessity of getting some immediate sex from this gorgeous hunk of woman who was in his presence.
They walked hand in hand into the bedroom. Clara looked out the window, observing the waters of the Atlantic.
"What a view," she sighed.
"Oh, yes, I completely agree."
Fred pulled the purple drapes shut. He moved over toward the bed, sliding his body inside of it. As he did so, Clara joined him. She stretched out next to Fred, who reached out and threw his arms around her. He pushed his piercing lips forward, allowing them to make hot, steady contact with her lips.
Their lips remained firmly pressed against each other for quite some time. When Fred released his lips, he pushed his tongue downward against Clara's left breast. He manipulated his tongue with skirting impact, driving and darting it against her tit.
"Ohhh, suck my breast," she exclaimed. "Honey, I love your uninhibited ways. Come on, darling. Press your tongue against me."
As Fred's tongue kept on making quick contact with Clara's breast, he reached down with both hands and glided his fingers against her ass cheeks. His fingers kept twisting and plunging, reacting with the same degree of solid impact as his tongue.
"Baby, keep pushing your tongue against me," she sighed. "I love these strokes. Baby doll, ahhh, stroke my hot tit. Yes, sweetie. Ohhh, you really are giving me a suck."
Fred kept up his hot, hurling tongue strokes. The quicker that his tongue propelled itself with devastating joy against her breast, the more excitement that surfaced through her whole body. He enjoyed the quick, flaming tongue impact, and now he was holding on ever tighter to her ass cheeks.
He moved from one breast over toward her other, repeating the same quick, steady, devastating action. As he removed his tongue from her breast, he pushed it downward toward her pussy.
Fred puckered up his lips, then drove them against her hot, aroused snatch. Clara's whole body twitched and twisted as his lips remained pressed against her mound. He let his lips remain pushed against her pussy for a long, seemingly interminable time. When he removed his lips, he prepared to shove his tongue forward. He wanted to drive it with great energy against her mound. He wanted to keep slicing with his hot tongue until he caused her pussy to juice.
"Baby, suck me," she exclaimed. "Come on, darling. Ohhh, plant your tongue inside of me . Really let it got to work. Come on, my sweet. Ohhh, am I ever waiting for it. Sweetheart, ohhh, suck my mound. Baby, come on, drive your tongue inside me. Come on, sweetie. Yes, baby. Ohhh, darling, suck me."
Back and forth his tongue kept on sliding, working its way inside of her pussy.
He worked his tongue several times against her clitoris, after which he then started to let his tongue penetrate against her inner snatch confines. He let it move against her hot, wet pussy. He kept on driving his tongue, letting it skirt with great joy and passion as it manipulated against her pink, moist inner walls.
"Darling, can you ever wield your tongue," she said with great excitement. "I love the way you're pushing it. Honey, you know how to excite a girl. Come on, keep your tongue moving."
As Fred's tongue kept forging ahead, pushing ever deeper inside of her scorching snatch, she parted her legs ever so willingly. She let them kick and twist back and forth as he kept on sliding his tongue, moving it with stirring, stimulating impact. He kept in driving. He moved it back and forth, letting it continue to make steady contact with her mound.
"Ahhh, drive your tongue," she exclaimed. "Baby, you're pushing me so close. Yes, my honey. You're getting me so near. It's so great being around you. You're so good with your tongue. You really know how to press with it. Come on, sweetheart, push it against my mound. Come on, darling. Ohhh, let's keep making steady contact. Honey, ohhh, your tongue's driving so nice. Keep it driving real nice. Keep working it against my mound."
His tongue kept up its energetic pursuit of her hot, moist snatch. A few quick, tugging tongue strokes later, the juices began to shoot from her mound.
"Darling, here it goes," she exclaimed. "Sweetheart, ohhh, let's do it."
He swallowed the juices from her pussy, then decided to go back for more. He reached down with his right forefinger, letting it tickle her clitoris. Fred smiled as her whole body twisted with great sexual nervousness from side to side.
"That feels so good," she said. "Baby, I want you to go to work with your tongue. I want you to plant it inside of my nest. Sweetheart, ohhh, come on and suck me. Darling, ohhh, just grind your tongue inside of my pussy. Slide it,-baby doll. Ohhh, honey, let yourself go."
His fingers went back to work. He pressed against her clitoris one more time. Fred released his finger from her snatch, then decided to plow his tongue forward, to let it skirt with brilliant enthusiasm inside of her snatch.
"Ohhh, suck me," she sighed. "Bring me off again, baby. I want to feel it. I want to feel your tongue."
Fred propelled his tongue forward. He dropped it down between her legs, then let it start to slide against her mound. He moved his tongue with great skill and desire. He kept on sweeping brilliantly, pressing against her hot snatch. All the while he was pushing her that much nearer to the point of orgasm.
"Come on, suck me," she exclaimed. "Keep pushing your tongue, baby. Ohhh, I love it."
His tongue kept on whipping rapidly, driving inside of Clara's nest. A few quick, tugging tongue strokes later, she could withstand no more. The juices shot from her pussy. They splashed effervescently into his mouth.
"Oh, baby, what a suck artist," she laughed. "Darling, what stroking."
He kept his tongue buried inside of her pussy. Fred sustained his pace until he swallowed the droplets of orgasmic fluid, after which he released his tongue from her snatch.
"Now I'm ready to go on to some cock action," he said. "It looks as if I really loosened you up."
"You did, my sweet," she nodded emphatically. "What a tongue you've got. When you let that thing go, there's no stopping you."
"That's very true," he smiled.
CHAPTER 3
Fred wanted to get Clara extra hot before he launched into some devastating cock activity.
He leaned forward, sliding his long, red tongue forward. Ever so hotly, he allowed it to detonate inside of her mouth. He loved the hot, slicing stabs that he exchanged with his energetic partner. Their tongues kept on whipping back and forth, working with great determination as they sliced with devastating joy against each other.
Fred removed his tongue from her mouth, then looked down at his hard, ever-ready penis.
"Just reach out and play with it," he said.
"I want to fuck your pussy, but before I get into that, I want to have some fun along the way. Slide your fingers, sweetheart. Let them go to work. Plunge them against my balls. Move them against my cock."
She reached down with both hands, sliding her fingers against his testicles. She moved her fingers with great freedom, letting them connect with his balls. She moved her fingers gracefully, and every time that her fingers twisted against his hot nuts, he felt that much more like sticking his flaming pecker inside of her mound. But before he launched into those romping physical activities, he was determined to receive the quick, penetrating finger stabs.
"Baby, move your fingers toward my cock," he said. "Darling, just drive them. Come on, sweetheart. Ohhh, let your fingers stab against my pecker. Baby, really slide your fingers. Let them move. Honey, manipulate your fingers against my cock."
She moved her fingers solidly against the tip of his cock. She moved them with lightning impact. At first she slid them against the tip of his organ, after which she then began to manipulate them up and down the full length of his hard, energetic spear. With each and every quick, twisting finger stroke, she pushed him that much closer to his ultimate goal, that of sliding his cock inside of her. He looked down at her appealing joy hole, anticipating that moment when he would assert his cock inside of her for the first time. He wanted to ram his hard, sharp tool into her pussy. He wanted to keep slamming his rapid-fire dick inside of her nest until the droplets of thick, white fluid all shot.
She removed her fingers from his cock. He looked down at his flaming tool, preparing to shove it inside of her.
"I want to really slam my cock," he sighed. "I want to plant it good and hard. I want to fuck your mound. Baby, ohhh, darling, I want to really grind my pecker inside your pussy."
"Honey, do it now," she begged.
"Just get set."
Clara could hardly believe just how much she was enjoying herself. It wasn't that she had really expected that much less in the way of effort from Fred. She was certain that a hot, vigorous, athletic young man like himself, professional athlete, would be interesting in the sheets. It was just that she had had no idea just how horny she was, and how badly she needed some exotic sexual attention. So now there he was, ready to supply her with every bit of enthusiastic movement that he could. And she was lying there pantingly anticipating those hard, sharp, incessant stabs that would soon be driving inside of her pussy.
"I want you to fuck me," she gasped. "Come on, darling. Drive your cock."
"You've really loosened up now," he smiled appreciatively. "It's good to know that. You're not scared now. You're not nervous about anything."
"No, I feel like I belong with you."
"Certainly you do. You do belong with me."
He reached down with his right hand, sliding his fingers ever so soothingly inside her pussy. When he felt the wetness, that stirred him up all the more. His blood kept on percolating, reaching an ever higher temperature. His hard cock throbbed as he let his fingers slide ever so steadily inside of her nest. All the while he was enjoying his quick, tugging movements. He knew just how badly he needed to excite and enchant his gorgeous lover.
When he released his fingers from her mound, he got set to drive his cock into her pussy. Fred looked down at his taut, nervous ramrod. His pole was as ready as it would ever be. As a matter-of-fact, he just couldn't hold back any longer. He had to send his hard, captivating penis inside of her pussy. He had to let himself go, to assert his long, stabbing pecker into her until the flaming droplets of thick penis fluid shot from him.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna fuck you," he sighed. "Baby, let's get with it."
Before launching into the action, he pushed his lips forward. He let them thunder against her lips for a few moments, after which he released them. By then he was all set to stab with his hard, flaming ramrod. He wanted to sent his burning tool into her until every drop of the thick, white cream had shot.
He pushed his piercing cock forward, and as he did he reached out and grabbed her thighs. Fred extended her legs, his fingers trembling as he-held onto her trim, lovely legs.
"What a fuck," he gulped as he made his initial contact with her pussy. Fred liked the way that Clara reacted to his quick, dynamic, twisting stabs. She knew just how to twist her beautiful, trim buttocks. He reached down and grabbed at her ass cheeks, holding onto them firmly while his cock kept up its stirring pace, driving ever so deeply into her mound.
"Keep ramming your cock into me," she sighed. "I love the contact you're making. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, keep pressing your cock. Keep driving it. Plant it into my pussy. Honey, ohhh, sweetheart, you really are a good fuck."
The longer that his quick, stabbing pace continued, the closer that he found himself moving toward orgasm. Even though he wanted to slow up the pace, to adopt a more modified level of activity, he knew that there was no way he could do that. Not when he had reached this particular level of sexual excitement. He knew that his hot, stabbing penis Lad to keep on entering inside of her pussy. He knew he had to assert his plunging, probing cock into her mound until every drop of his burning fluid had been expelled.
"Keep up the fucking," she sighed. "Come on, darling. Oh, keep plugging me with your cock. Plunge it into me."
By that time Fred was fully enchanted by the shape of Clara's lovely buttocks. He kept on gliding his fingers against them, manipulating back and forth as his devastating dagger worked its way inside of her. He was pushing himself ever closer to the climactic level of orgasm. He could feel the electricity in his balls. He felt the wild itchiness that was surfacing there, and he knew that in just a few quick, tugging stabs the thundering fluid would shoot from his long, thick dick.
"Keep fucking me," she gasped. "Darling, ohhh, stroke me. Come on, baby. Stroke my pussy. Just run your cock inside me. Sweetheart, ohhh, fuck my mound."
His whole body was shaking more rapidly than ever as his cock blasted its way inside of her pussy. He loved the way that her ass cheeks kept twisting. She did her best to tighten her cunt muscles, preparing to provide him with the best fuck that she could. As her scrambling hips kept wiggling, his hard-charging penis continued its wild, devastating pace. He was just a few strokes away from orgasm.
"Ohhh, fuck me," she sighed. "Baby I love the way you wield your prick. Come on, keep working it. Oh, I really like it. Fuck, ohhh, baby doll. Keep up your wild fuck. Keep on sending your dick inside me."
A few hot, dynamic stabs later, the thick fluid began to spurt. It shot ever so blazingly out of the end of his long, fiery peter and into her pussy.
As soon as Fred released his cock from his lover's snatch, he looked down once more at her buttocks. He pushed his tongue forward, letting it glide against her left buttock. Back and forth his tongue kept on moving with a throbbing pace, twisting and sliding against her buttock. He kept up his quick, decisive tongue stabs for quite a little while, after which he removed his tongue from her left ass cheek, letting it go to work against her right.
"You're driving me wild," she said. "I never thought you'd do this. Oh, you're giving my butt such beautiful attention."
"It happens to be a beautiful ass," Fred told her. "Damned, ohhh, it's a glorious ass. I'm gonna really let my tongue go."
He worked his tongue against her right buttock, letting it slide back and forth, enjoying each and every twisting effort. His tongue kept on probing, driving rapidly, twisting with wild effectiveness as he moved it against butt.
"Ohhh, I'll bet you'll eat out my ass-hole," she exclaimed. "I'll bet you're gonna ass lick me. You'll be a good ass licker, my sweet. I just know that you will. You're really gonna turn your tongue loose. Ohhh, I know you are. You're turning it loose now on my buttock. You're gonna do the same thing inside of my ass-hole."
He pushed his tongue quickly inside of her ass-hole. He drove it back and forth, working it with wiggling impact inside of her. The more rapidly that his tongue manifested itself inside of her ass-hole, the deeper that he pushed it. He kept plunging, driving his tongue, working it with energetic swiftness inside of her ass-hole.
All the while her burning hips twisted back and forth. Fred reached out and grabbed her hips, holding onto them as he sucked out her anus.
"Damned, what an ass licker," she exclaimed. "Fred, you're too much for any woman. Ohhh, when you let yourself go you're just unbelievable."
Fred enjoyed the compliments that he was receiving. His tongue kept on steering itself with great steadiness inside of her hot ass. It worked at a burning pace as he ass licked her, pushing and shoving it ever so deeply inside of her anus.
"Suck ray ass," she sighed. "Darling, ohhh, when you let yourself go you're really something else."
He removed his tongue from Clara's ass-hole. Fred patted her buttocks, then reached out with his right forefinger. He took her totally by surprise as he slipped the finger into the outer edges of her ass-hole. He moved it back and forth, gliding it soothingly.
"Ohhh, finger my ass," she sighed. "Come on, probe honey. Just drive your finger into me. Come on, probe inside my ass-hole."
Fred worked his finger back and forth, loving every quick, skillful, gliding movement. The longer he kept up his finger fucking activity, the deeper that he began to push his finger inside of her. Pretty soon he was driving it in as rapidly as he knew how, sliding it quickly inside her hot ass.
"Ohhh, finger me," Clara panted. "Fred, baby. You've gone wild."
"I've gone wild, but I'm still very much in control of things," he laughed.
"Yes, I guess you are," she chuckled. "You're never out of control."
"That's the first thing I try to teach my students on the tennis court, he grinned.
"You've always got to be in control of what's happening. It's the same thing here. I just love twisting my hot finger inside of your ass-hole. It's such a nice feeling. Oh, I really love it."
His quick, stabbing finger kept propelling itself with jolting impact inside of Clara's ass-hole. Fred rammed it hard and fast. When he removed his finger from her anus, he knew that it was time to get of f his rocks once more. He would not feel contented until he had slammed his long, restless tool deep inside of her anus. He wanted to work his cock inside of her ass until the steaming droplets had all juiced.
Fred reached down and let his fingers dip inside of Clara's pussy. He toyed with her snatch, releasing some of the invigorating juices. Ever so soothingly he eased the juices inside of her twisting, receptive ass-hole. He could tell from the sounds of her heavy breathing just how eager she was to receive some stirring jolts inside of the same ass-hole that he had been playing with earlier.
"Now I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole," he said as he inserted the juice inside of it.
"Baby, I'm scared of that," Clara's eyes widened with fear.
"Why the hell is that?" he asked. "I finger fucked your ass-hole. I sucked your ass-hole. Why is it you don't want it to be fucked?"
"I've never had that happen to me before," she explained. "That'll hurt. It'll hurt a hell of a lot. I've heard that. I've heard it all too many times."
"You worry too much," he laughed, patting her on the forehead. "Just get set, darling. I'll tell you what. I'm not gonna fuck you real hard at first. I'm gonna kind of ease into it. But the longer that I fuck you, the harder the fucking stabs will become. Pretty soon you're gonna enjoy it, baby. The first few will be kind of tough. They'll hurt, in fact. But before you know it, you're gonna learn to love it. Every bit of it. How about giving it a try? After all, have I disappointed you yet?"
"I think you know the answer to that question."
"There you are. So why not let me fuck you?"
"All right, darling. I'll let you inside my ass hole."
"That's good. Just get ready, sweetheart. I'm gonna shove my dick into you. I'm really gonna ram it. I'm gonna send my steaming dagger into your ass until all of the juices shoot. Just get set."
"Very well. Just don't hurt me too much."
"Don't worry. I'm not out to hurt you, I'm out to have fun with you. And that means I'm interested in your getting the proper stimulation, too."
He reached out and grabbed Clara's thighs. He threw her legs over his shoulders, then looked down once more at her tight, inviting ass hole. His balls were titillated with itchy excitement as he prepared to ram his cock forward. He wanted to blast it hard up her ass hole, but he suppressed the urge. He felt that it was imperative not to hurt her in the early stages. He knew that his few impactful thrusts would sting her, even if he took the utmost in precautions.
"Just hang on," he said. "You're gonna love it, sweetie. I'm gonna send my cock into you. I'm gonna really plunge it."
"Just don't hurt me too bad."
"No, I won't."
He ever so slowly and cautiously directed his penis inside of her wiggling ass for the first time. She heaved a gasp, and he knew it was hurting her, but he was holding the pain down to a minimum. He wanted to acclimate her gradually. If only Fred could get her to gain confidence through these quick, stabbing cock movements, then everything would be fine.
"Fuck my ass hole," she said. "It's all right, honey. Yeah, it stings some, but it's the weirdest feeling I've ever had. I enjoy it, too. These sensations are so tight. They're so beautiful. So keep it up, baby. Just don't hurt me real bad, though. Let's take it gradually."
"Don't you worry," he smiled, "hang on, honey. I'm really enjoying it. I'm loving every stab."
His hard, throbbing penis kept on gliding inside of her ass hole. Back and forth he worked his long, thick dick. The longer that Fred kept up his pace, the deeper and harder that he began to assert himself. Pretty soon he was driving his cock into her as rapidly as he knew how, and beautiful Clara was eagerly responding to his decisive efforts.
"Ohhh, fuck me," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, screw me. I love these ass fucks. Baby, keep your cock charging."
Fred was overjoyed as a result of the reaction that his lover conveyed. His quick, charging cock kept on ramming inside of her. He kept on slamming his tool forward, blasting hard, sending his teaming, rocket-like dick inside of her ass hole. All the while he was pushing and plunging himself ever nearer to the moment of final conquest. He could see that a new plateau was being reached in Clara's sex life. Never before had she been propelled to the heights of ecstasy through ass fucking. He was sodomizing her, measuring every stroke, slamming his cock forcefully up between her hot, tight buns and into her ass hole.
"Darling, what a fuck," she sighed. "I don't see how you can keep it up for much longer."
"I can't," he gulped. "There's no way. I've just got to juice."
He slapped at her buttocks a few times, then heaved a loud last sigh. He looked into her eyes, which were sparkling with radiance. She responded to an ass fuck as well as any woman he'd screwed, and that, despite the fact it was her first time ever.
A few quick, jolting, twisting strokes later, the spray of thick, white fluid shot from the end of his organ and into her ass hole.
"What sensations," he sighed. "What a tight ass you've got."
CHAPTER 4
After that brilliant sex episode with Fred, Clara's entire life changed.
She found out what it was like to receive the kind of wild, uninhibited sexual attention that Fred was willing to provide. After that, she realized that not just any kind of sex would do. After she had experienced what she construed to be the ultimate in sexual enjoyment and enthusiasm, she knew that she could not settle for anything less.
Since her husband Louis was so busy at the hospital, she spent most of her evenings just lying around the house, looking at television, and thinking about that beautiful sex experience with the handsome tennis pro. She could hardly wait until it was time for her next lesson. As soon as it came to an end, she looked enticingly into Fred's eyes.
Fred immediately pick up on his cue. He knew what his breathtakingly beautiful student wanted. He was more that happy to accommodate her.
"I've got one more lesson after this," he said, successfully reading her mind. 'How about meeting over at my place in an hour? As a matter of act, I could give you the key. Why don't you go on up, mix some Martinis, and then we can have some beautiful sex."
"That sounds wonderful."
"We can take a shower together again."
"Do the same wonderful things we did before."
"Right on."
Fred gave her the key to his condominium. She climbed into her Cadillac Seville and drove immediately to his place.
She mixed the Martinis, then waited for him. She decided to have one Martini while she waited. Fred came stalking eagerly into the living room, looking at her and exclaiming:
"I'll have one Martini. Then we can take that shower. I'm so anxious to get in some beautiful sex with you, honey. This is gonna be so glorious. Another nice screw."
He removed his clothes, and as he did, she jumped up from her chair. She quickly removed her tennis outfit, then served him a Martini.
"I guess it makes us feel better to do everything nude style," she laughed, "including sipping Martinis."
"Yes, that's right," he laughed. "So let's go to the shower after we finish."
Fred gulped down his Martini. Moments later they were inside the shower. They took turns soaping each other down, after which they exited. They dried off their bodies, then walked briskly into the bedroom, where they fell into a wild embrace.
He guided her body downward inside of the bed. He reached down and cupped his fingers around her breasts, then slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. Back and forth his tongue kept working, throbbing briskly, twisting and turning as it made its way inside of her mouth. When Fred removed his tongue from his lover's mouth, he looked down at his long cock. He stroked with it ever so quickly, manipulating his fingers over the tip of it.
"I want you to suck me off this time," he told her. "Are you ready for that?"
"I'm ready for anything. After that ass fuck, I learned to accept the fact that sex done any which way can be wild fun."
"Very intelligent reasoning on your part," he laughed. "So let's get into it, sweetheart. Let's really have fun. You have the most fun by completely letting yourself go. By playing it uninhibitedly. Don't you go along with that?"
"I couldn't agree more."
"Damned, you're a real knockout. You're such a beauty. Come on, honey. Just steer your fingers up and down my cock. Play with my dick. Really let your fingers go. Come on, my sweet. Just let them really plunge. Plunge them against my cock. Plunge them against my balls."
She was more than happy to respond. Up and down she slid her fingers as they twisted sharply against his penis. Her fingers kept on making contact with his long, flaming instrument. She worked her fingers up and down his dick for a few strokes more, after which he called out to her.
"Now you can play with my balls," he said. "Come on, baby. Just let your fingers go. Slide them real nice, darling. I want to feel those wild sensations. Those wonderful, groovy sensations that you can give me. Come on, baby. Just run your fingers over my balls."
She manipulated her fingers stirringly against his testicles. All the while, he felt those sparks of sensation in his cock and balls. His balls continued to accelerate as her fingers went to work, skillfully moving back and forth. The faster and sharper that she manipulated her fingers against his testicles, the more excitement that he felt. He loved every hot, stabbing sensation that she sent his way as her fingers continued to glide and maneuver against his balls.
"Start sucking now," he finally asserted. "Come on, run your tongue against my balls, dear. Really let your tongue go. Ohhh, honey, come on, tongue me. Yes, sweetheart. Ohhh, tongue my hot balls. Baby doll, come on, suck my testicles."
She moved her tongue back and forth, twisting her head from side to side as she manipulated her tongue scorchingly against his testicles. Even though Clara had sucked a few cocks in her life, and had not generally been that infatuated with the art of fellatio, she knew that she loved it when she pressed her tongue against his hard, steely rod. It was Fred's wild, carefree manner that really got to her. It made her enjoy sex in a completely new light, in a way that she had never enjoyed it in the past. The sensations she was deriving from Fred were exceeding everything that she had experienced from her own husband.
"Come on, keep sucking my balls," he sighed. "Just run your tongue against them. Baby, ohhh, I like those feelings. I like those sensations. Come on, my dear. Just run your tongue against my balls. Come on, sweetheart. Ohhh, you really know how to tongue me. I love those wild sensations. Move your tongue even faster."
Pretty soon Clara was burying her tongue against Fred's balls. She worked it as quickly and as devastatingly as she knew how. A few quick, stabbing, decisive tongue strokes later, she was ready to release her tongue from his testicles.
"Come on, you can suck my cock now," Fed encouraged, his body twitching with each and every eager, blinding tongue stab. "Go to work on my cock, baby. Ohhh, I want you to eat it. I want you to suck me nice. Let yourself go."
Clara's education continued. Every time that she had sex with Fred, she expanded her horizons that much more. Now she was finding out just how much fun it could be to completely let herself go in the act of cock sucking. She wanted to glide her tongue against his cock, to work it skillfully, to plunge it against his hot, ever-so-aroused peter. He could feel the juices building up in his balls, and now it was just a question of time before she sucked him fully to climax.
"Go get me," he gasped. "Come on, baby. Just up and down my pole. You can start slow. Matter of fact, it'll be better that way. We can work it gradually. But then you're gonna bring me off. You're gonna keep it up until I juice. Come on, my sweet. Let yourself go. Baby, come on, suck me. Really suck me."
He moved his hips back and forth, then heaved a sigh. Fred watched as Clara slid her tongue downward toward his cock. As her tongue scraped up and down the base of his instrument, she reached down simultaneously and began to play with his wet testicles, on which she had earlier sucked.
"That's the way to do it," Fed smiled eagerly. "I like that. You're giving me planty of action. Suck my cock, sweetheart. Yes, darling. Ohhh, come on, suck me. Just run your tongue against my cock. Bring me off."
Up and down her head skillfully bobbed. As it did, Fred reached out and stroked her hair. He loved touching her hair, and the longer that he did so, the faster that Clara's tongue manipulated as it moved its way up and down Fred's aroused peter. He could feel the wild itchiness that was overcoming him, and he knew that very soon he would juice. He loved every quick, captivating sensation that he received from the hot, devastating tongue strokes she brought to bear.
"Come on, suck me," he sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, you're gonna do it. I'm gonna be off. Just keep your tongue moving. Keep it plunging, sweetheart. You can get me off. Ohhh, baby, come on, eat it."
He dug his fingers against her head. Fred loved holding on tightly. He enjoyed the stroking movements that her tongue kept on consistently supplying as it worked its way up and down his hard, agitated pecker.
CHAPTER 5
Clara began to increase the sucking pace.
Under Fred's guidance and encouragement, she pushed him ever steadily toward the point of climax. Her tongue kept on sweeping, manipulating steadily up and down his hard, mammoth organ. All the while he was pushing ever nearer to that target, that point when the thick, white stream of cum would shoot from his dick.
"Come on, suck it," he sighed. "You're really stroking, baby. Just a few more of those quick strokes. I love the way your tongue's moving. It's moving so beautifully. Propel it up and down my pecker."
While she sucked his cock, her fingers kept on stroking his balls. Back and forth her fingers twisted and turned. A few quick, tugging movements later, the juices were set to explode.
"Here it goes," he said happily.
He ran his fingers through her hair once more as the steady torrent of penis fluid shot from the end of his cock and into her mouth. His whole body twitched as the spraying droplets of cream kept on expelling themselves from the end of his dagger-like organ.
As Clara removed her tongue from his penis, he reached down and stroked on it a few times.
"Honey, I'm gonna fuck your ass hole again," he told her. "You just get ready, my sweet. I'm gonna slam my dick into you. I'm really gonna let it go. I'm gonna give you such a hard fuck."
He reached inside of her anus with his right index finger. He kept on probing and pushing, propelling his finger inside of her tight ass hole. Back and forth his finger kept on making surging contact.
"Honey, ohhh, I'm gonna get another one of those ass fucks," she declared happily. "That's gonna be such great fun. Darling, ohhh, that's gonna be wonderful. A nice ass fucking. I can hardly wait."
Fred kept moving his finger back and forth, gliding it ever deeper inside of Clara's ass hole. His finger kept on twisting, making determined contact with her anus. All the while he could feel the wild sensations accumulating in his testicles. He knew that his hot, mammoth dick would have to be asserting itself ever so quickly inside of her ass hole.
He removed his finger from her hot ass, then prepared to grind his cock inside of her. He looked down at her aroused body.
"This time just lie on your stomach," he said.
Fred set a pillow beneath his lover's stomach. That way she was propped up at just the proper angle. He wanted to glide his cock forward inside of her, to register it with great desire until the drops of thick peter fluid shot from his cock.
"Fuck me," she sighed. "Baby doll, let me have it."
Fred fingered her ass hole a few times, then let his fingers drop down to her pussy. He played with her snatch, removing some of the juices from her joy hole. He slid the juices into her ass hole, and got ready to drive his hot tool into her. He wanted to fuck her good and fast, to give her everything that he could summon in the form of excitement.
"I hope you're ready," he said with a chuckle.
"Am I ever," Clara sighed. "Come on, baby. I'm gonna twist my ass cheeks. I'm gonna do everything I can to excite you."
Clara twisted her ass cheeks back and forth a few times. Her lover sent his hot, sturdy stick forward. He ground it inside of her ass hole. Back and forth his cock kept on gliding, twisting vigorously, slamming inside of her ass hole. This time Fred fucked her more rapidly than on the other occasion. The first time he had fucked her ass hole, Fred was concerned about causing Clara too much pain. So he had modified his efforts then, particularly in the early stages of the fuck. But as time elapsed, he began to fuck her more quickly. This time there was no beating around the bush. She had already been broken in, and had demonstrated great enthusiasm for another ass fuck. So he was set to skillfully glide his cock inside of her, prepared to drive his long, stiff peter inside of her anus until the steaming droplets of penis fluid had shot.
"Ohhh, fuck me," she exclaimed. "Baby, ohhh, just grind your cock. Darling, move it real nice. Baby, ohhh, send it into me. Come on, sweetheart. Ohhh, stab my ass hole. Stab it real nice. Come on, darling. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me."
His hard, jarring movements continued at the same rapid-fire pace. The faster that he ass fucked her, the deeper that he penetrated with his dick. Fred rammed it all the way into Clara's rectum. Her body kept on wiggling, responding quickly to each and every quick, decisive thrust.
"Fuck me," she exclaimed once more. "Come on, honey. You want to drive your cock into me. Baby doll, ohh, what a fucker."
As Fred moved that much nearer to orgasm, he reached down and grabbed her butt. He held onto her ass cheeks, squeezing them as tightly as he knew how. That seemed to provide both of them with additional excitement as he fucked sharply, driving his dick into her, slamming it hard and fast as he resolutely moved forward.
"Ahhh, just keep moving your ass," Fred said. "Just twist it a little, baby. Come on, honey. I want you to respond to me all the way."
"What sensations. Damned, when you ram your cock inside me, that's something else."
He moved his cock forward a few more times, then heaved a sigh. The juices began to spill out of the end of Fred's hot, fluid-filled penis. His whole body rocked as the torrent of juice spilled from his pecker and into her ass hole.
"Ohhh, another bull's-eye," Fred said.
As he removed his cock from Clara's slightly sore ass hole, he observed that it was still very much alive and ready for action. He felt that it would be a good idea to get it off at least one more time.
"Reach out and touch my prick," Fred begged his lover. "Come on, Clara. Latch on. Run your fingers over my steaming rod. Honey, just go ahead and do it. Really turn me on, honey."
"You just wait, sweetheart," Clara smiled. "As long as you've got another ass fuck for me, I'll do it. Is that fair enough?"
"You're really too much when it comes to responding to the ass fucking," he laughed. "So that's what you want? You want me to fuck your ass hole again?"
"I certainly do. If there's anything I love it's that feeling of a long, hot pole slamming inside my anus. I just love the feeling. I'm so happy you introduced me to your way of thinking. You know, I just was thinking. If you hadn't come along and introduced me to it, there's no telling what would have happened. It just might be that I never would have learned what it was like."
"That's entirely possible."
"I feel so good now the way that things are going. Honey, I just wish you would fuck my ass hole again."
"Play with my prick. Bring me up all the way. I'm just about there now. So just move your fingers. Move them real nice. Play with my cock, play with my balls."
She reached down and enthusiastically slid her fingers over the tip of her lover's cock. She played with the foreskin of his penis. The more rapidly that her fingers went to work against his prick, the more excited that he felt. Fred was greatly enthralled by the way that his lover Clara responded to sex. Ever since that first time that they'd gotten involved, their relationship had been beautiful. Her fingers worked over the tip of Fred's prick for a few more strokes, after which she then started to slide them up and down the full length of his entire organ. Her fingers pumped and stabbed, pushing against his hot, assertive instrument.
"I really like that," she nodded. "I love playing with your cock."
"Keep up those movements," he smiled. "I just love the way your fingers are moving. Come on, dear. What finger stimulation."
Clara kept gaining confidence each time that she engaged in sex with Fred. For the first time in her life, she felt as if she really knew what she was doing inside of a bed. In the past she had been a little cautious, sometimes to the point of being fearful. She wondered if she was capable of pleasing her partner in the way that she wanted to. She never felt completely at ease in bed with her husband. She kept wondering if everything was going just right, and if he was getting as much pleasure out of the act as he should. She also got the feeling that her husband was lacking in confidence. She had wanted Louis to feel relaxed in bed with her, but she had her doubts as to whether he did or not.
As for Fred, no such doubts existed. She loved the idea of completely letting herself go with him, of enjoying each and every bit of sensation that they shared.
"Come on, just move your fingers," Fred exclaimed. "Really let them move, darling. Oh, sweetheart. Come on, play with my dick. Baby doll, ohhh, finger my organ. Finger it even faster."
Up and down her fingers moved with surging, blinding impact. The quicker that they penetrated against the length of his entire cock, the more excited that Fred grew. After a few more strokes, Clara reached down and began to grab at his balls. Her fingers tugged back and forth as she circulated them against his testicles. He loved every quick, stabbing finger stroke that she supplied for him.
"Ohhh, that's the way to do it," he said. "-Just a few more strokes, baby. Ohhh, only a few more. That'll do it."
She removed her fingers from his testicles, after which Fred was prepared to launch into the wild, stimulating fucking. He wanted to send his hard, savage rod deep inside his lover's ass hole. He wanted to grind his prick with great skill, to once more hear the sounds of his lover begging for more action.
"Give me a nice fuck," she sighed. "My darling, I'm ready for it. I'm ready to have you plunge your tool inside me. Baby doll, really fuck me. Come on, let your cock dance."
Fred reached out with his trusty right index finger. He began to probe ever so tightly inside of Clara's receptive ass hole. While his finger kept on stabbing, twisting with throbbing desire as it worked its way inside of her ass hole, her legs began to glide from side to side. She started to kick out with them, moving them back and forth, enjoying every hot, stimulating finger stroke.
"That's so nice," he exclaimed. "Darling, ohh, what a nice hot ass. Do I love shoving my finger into it."
"Of course you do," she laughed. "Baby, keep your finger pushing. Twist it inside my ass hole. Come on, baby doll. Finger fuck me."
A few quick, tugging finger strokes later, Fred removed his finger from Clara's ass hole. He was then prepared to launch into the next phase of the action, mainly the ass fuck itself, that exhilarating point in time at which his hard, vigorous spear would circulate deep inside of her anus until the thick, white droplets of cream had shot.
He looked down at his cock, examining it ever so proudly. Fed knew that it was all set to hammer inside of Clara's ass hole. He would let it shove and pound with great excitement. He would twist and thrust it inside of her ass hole until the thick, white drops of cream had shot.
"Turn over on your stomach," he gulped. "I want to fuck you that way."
Clara eagerly slid over on her stomach, then began to let her ass cheeks wiggle. She tightened her buttocks, tensing her body and preparing to receive his hot, jolting stabs. She wanted him to ass fuck her in grand style, to plunge his hard, stirring organ deep inside of her until the sparkling droplets of his thick, white fluid shot out of the end of his dick.
"Here I go," he sighed. "I'm really gonna screw you. Ohhh, what a fuck this is gonna be."
Fred reached out and let his fingers run soothingly over his lover's firm, ripe buttocks. As he held on tightly, he pushed his cock forward. He rammed it with great desire inside of her ass-hole. She let her ass cheeks flare back and forth, twisting backwards to catch his swift, rapid-fire thrusts.
"Ohhh, fuck me," she sighed. "Come on, honey. Oh, send your cock into me. Baby doll, oh, screw me. Sweetheart, ohhh, fuck my ass-hole. Baby doll, oh, screw it."
His hard, stabbing cock continued its energetic pace. Back and forth he forcefully wielded it, slamming it sharply inside of her anus, pushing himself ever nearer to the grand point of orgasm.
"Come on, keep it going," she sighed. "I can't seem to get enough of this kind of fuck. So just slam your cock into me. Move it hard. Move it fast. Screw me, darling."
His hard, stabbing prick kept up its swift, energetic pace. The harder that he manipulated it inside of her ass-hole, the closer that Fred drew toward climax. He could feel the hot droplets of fluid as they stored up inside of his balls. He felt the waves of burning excitement surfacing throughout his whole body as he fucked her ass-hole, stabbing ever so eagerly.
"Baby, unload inside me," she sighed. "Come on, darling. Ohhh, what a nice fuck. Baby doll, ohhhh, this is so good."
A few quick, devastating cock stabs later, the juices began to shoot out of the end of Fred's tool. She closed her eyes, flipping her hips all the while, sighing with great joy.
"Baby, unload it all," she exclaimed. "Sweetheart, you're in me, ohhh, what a feeling. What a beautiful feeling. I love it. Sweetheart, ohhh, I love the way your cock stabs."
The final few droplets of fluid shot from his cock, after which Fred released his peter from her ass-hole. He patted her on the ass cheeks, then ran his fingers through her hair. He kissed her lips.
"You're one in a million," Fred told her. "It's sure great to be fucking with you."
CHAPTER 6
Clara continued screwing regularly with Fred for the next few weeks.
Then suddenly, one afternoon when she arrived at the country club for her tennis lesson, she was jolted. She looked around for Fred but was unable to locate him. She finally walked into the office of the country club's assistant manager, George Thomas, a man with whom she was reasonably well acquainted. Whenever she was stumped about anything, or needed any kind of assistance, she would call on the assistant manager.
George looked up from his desk, then rose, shaking her hand cordially.
"Hello there, Clara," he said. "Sit down."
"Thank you," Clara said, taking a seat across from his desk. "I'd like to know what's going on with my tennis lessons. I show up today to get a lesson from Fred, but he's not there. What happened?"
"You mean to say you weren't called?" he shook his head disgustedly.
"No. What should I have been called about?"
"Fred was fired yesterday afternoon. I guess in all the confusion some of the calls were not made. At least the one to you. A new man is going to be taking over next week. I'll get on this right away and see to it that everybody else who had lessons today gets a call."
Her heart sank. She could hardly believe the words she had just heard.
"Could you say that again?" Clara asked. "I didn't quite understand. What did you say happened to Fred."
"Fred was fired," George Thomas repeated.
Clara knew that it would be potentially damaging to her to act too upset. Her curiosity was too far aroused, however, for her to accept something like that without seeking further explanation.
"I just don't understand what you're saying," she exclaimed. "Why was he fired? I mean, I happen to like the man. He was an excellent instructor. I felt that my game had improved a great deal under him. That's why I'm a little upset about it all."
Even though she was a little pleased over the fact that she had a plausible way of covering up her disappointment, that of explaining just how good an instructor Fred was, her heart was still very much in the dumps. She just couldn't get over the shock impact of the announcement that he had lost his job.
"I hate to go into this," George shook his head, "because it's really a personal club matter. But I've known you for quite awhile, Clara, and I do trust you. If you promise to just keep this thing under your hat, I'll tell you everything."
"Of course. I won't mention it to anybody."
"Then I'll tell you. It so happens that Fred got intimately involved with at least one married female student of his. They guy's wife found out one night when the woman had too many drinks and started telling her husband what a good tennis instructor she had, and how he could satisfy her more than her husband. It just so happens that this man is about the richest member of our club. He owns a national electronics firm. He really hit the ceiling. He can pull all kinds of weight with the top command. But even if he had been less distinguished and less rich, the result would have been the same. We would have canned Fred. Actually, we had no other choice. We'd heard all kinds of rumors about him getting involved with the women, but we figured that maybe it was nothing more than that. A few of the husbands had mentioned instances in the past where they thought that their wives might be involved with him, but up until this particular time we didn't really have anything resembling that kind of concrete proof. This guy was enraged. He demanded that we immediately get rid of Fred. We did. He's leaving the entire area, from what I understand."
"How tragic," Clara shook her head. "I guess he was one of these people who just couldn't control his impulses."
"Yes, that's true," George Thomas nodded sadly. "I was really sorry to see it happen. I happen to like old Fred. He was a likeable enough fellow. But what the hell are you gonna do in a situation like that?"
"That's very true. He just took some terrible gambles and he lost."
"He had a drink with me last night right after he'd been fired. He told me that he'd had sex with a few women around here, but didn't name any names. He said he really enjoyed a lot of the sex. He admitted, though, that if he had it to do all over again, he'd try his damndest not to mix business with pleasure."
Clara got up from her chair, thanking George for providing her with the information. She felt totally stunned as she walked back to her car. She was limp with disappointment. She hoped that she had not let her disappointment show through too keenly in her conversation with George Thomas. She didn't want him to know that she had been having sex with Fred.
She was in such a despondent frame of mind that Clara decided to just take a drive. She drove around Miami, then finally found a bar just a few blocks away from the downtown section of Miami Beach. She decided to have a drink, to relax, to try and shake off the tremendous feeling of disappointment that she carried inside of her. As she ordered a Scotch on the rocks, she thought about the type of relationship she had with Fred and how it could not last forever. She had been foolish to think that she could extend it as long as she desired. After a while, she knew, it all had to come to an end.
Clara had walked into the bar intending to have just one drink, but she felt disappointed enough to where one drink led to another. Eventually it was five o'clock and the professional offices in the downtown area let out for the day. A few minutes later, the bar, which had been previously quite, was throbbing with all kinds of activity. A number of white-collar workers were sitting and sipping drinks with their secretaries and fellow workers.
Even though there were a few attractive female secretaries at the bar sipping drinks with their office workers and bosses, in the main the man greatly outnumbered the women.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" she heard a soft, mellow male voice ask.
Ever so curiously, Clara moved her head rightward, observing the young, brown-haired man who was clad in a brown suit with a brown tie.
"No, go right ahead," she said.
The man sat down. He ordered a bourbon and 7-Up. As he sipped his drink, he looked at her and smiled.
"It really does get busy in here after five o'clock," he said.
"Yes, it does. Very busy."
"You come in here regularly?"
"No, I don't. I just happened to be stopping by this afternoon."
"That's what I thought. I didn't recognize you, and I think I would have, because you're so good looking and I come in here all the time."
"This is my first time in here. Thanks for the compliment."
"Don't mention it. Looks like you can use another drink. Let me buy it for you."
The polite young man summoned the bartender. He ordered another drink for Clara. They began to talk in even more friendly terms. The longer that the man talked, the more charm that he flashed. He began to smile at her with ever-mounting joy.
"Let's have another round," he suggested.
Clara was realizing that ever so gradually she was getting drunk. The young man introduced himself. His name was Mike, and he told her that he was an attorney in just his first year of practice, after getting out of law school. He worked for a title insurance firm just a few blocks away from the bar.
Clara was beginning to feel daring around this young man. She could see that despite the drinks, which had loosened him up sufficiently so that he could talk to her, he was still very shy. She had a feeling that he was probably the type of young man who, instead of forcing the issue at the outset, would want to meet her another time for drinks. He'd probably get up at any point and suggest that they meet at the same spot the next day.
She did not want to give him such an opportunity. She wanted to take matters into her own hands. Clara wanted to see to it that she left the bar with young Mike.
"Mike, I don't know how else to put this, but I'd be interested in having sex with you if you're willing," she looked him straight in the eye.
Mike's jaw dropped with shock. He could hardly believe what he'd heard. This beautiful woman to whom he'd been talking was actually propositioning him!
"Why, yeah, of course, sure," he stammered.
"It's nothing to get scared about," she mildly chided him. "How far from here do you live?"
"I've got an apartment not too far away."
"I could follow behind in my car. How about it?"
"Of course. This is too good to be true. A beautiful gal like you asking me if I want it "
'T don't believe in a lot of phony beating around the bush," she laughed. "When a woman wants it, why can't she ask for it? After all, isn't this the day of women's lib?"
CHAPTER 7
As soon as Clara reached Mike's apartment, she recognized just how much of a challenge she faced.
Clara knew that Mike was a little fearful about getting involved sexually with her. She could see that he was the kind of shy, sensitive young man who could talk to a girl but when it came to a showdown, would have difficulty getting involved with her sexually unless he had known her for a period of time. On this particular occasion, she had made the advance and now there they were, preparing to climb into the same bed together.
As soon as they arrived at his small apartment, Mike suggested that they have a drink.
"No, let's get right into the sex," Clara said.
Mike gulped hard, then walked into the bedroom with Clara. He watched as she began to remove her clothes. Clara was amazed at just how bold she was becoming. That one adventurous affair with Fred had put her life in a completely different perspective. Now she was no longer fearful about jumping into the sack with another man. As a matter-of-fact, it was an adventure that she genuinely looked forward to. The fact that she was dealing with a shy, timid young man at that moment made the prospect seem all that much more appetizing. She wanted very much to stimulate young Mike, to provide him with all that she could in the way of sensual pleasures.
He watched as Clara removed her dress, then went to work on her bra. Clara quickly undid her bra, after which she then reached down and clutched at her panties. She tugged at them several times, then removed them.
"Baby, ohhh, do I ever want to fuck with you," she exclaimed. "Take everything off."
Mike watched with hypnotic fascination as Clara removed her panties. She stretched out on her back, reaching down with her left hand. She began to slide her fingers ever so slowly and soothingly inside of her nest. Her fingers worked back and forth against her pussy, and all the while she was looking at her friend. She kept on staring at Mike, hoping that soon they would be involved in the throes of beautiful love making.
She lay there stretched out for several long moments. She was doing her best to entice Mike to undress at that point in time.
"Come on, take off your clothes," she encouraged. "Come on, honey. You want to undress. You want to get everything off. That way we can fuck."
Even though Mike was a little timid about undressing and moving quickly into the act of sex with Clara, he knew that he sexually desired her as well. He could feel the titillation in his balls. Now it was just a question of removing the fear from himself to enough of an extent to where he would be able to get a huge erection.
Since Mike recognized that he did not have a hard-on, he was more than a little timid about undressing. But he began to remove his clothes, taking them off as quickly as he knew how. He wanted to undress as fast as possible, hoping that maybe it would cause his nervousness to flee.
He removed his clothes, then slid his shorts down his legs. As Mike stepped out of his shorts, he looked down at his cock and balls. He felt embarrassed over the fact that his cock was not hard. He felt a certain tension. He wondered if it could be eliminated.
"Just stretched out on your back," Clara said. "You're too tense, honey. I'll fix everything for you."
"I'm awfully sorry," Mike shook his head.
"Don't worry about a thing."
"I hate to say it, but I'm afraid it's guilt," he admitted, shaking his head.
Clara looked into Mike's eyes.
"You've got to be kidding. You're guilty about a little bit of sex?"
"Yes, I hate to say it, but I am, I didn't want to tell you but I am engaged. The only person I have sex with is my fianc', and she restricts that. She's saving most everything for when we get married."
"Maybe you don't recognize it, but I'm married." she said. "I sometimes take my rings off, but I am a married woman."
"Good god, that makes it even worse," he shook his head.
"Don't be foolish," she laughed loudly. "You don't need to worry about any of this. I need a man to take care of my needs. My husband is tied up with his career so much of the time. He's a doctor, a very busy one, and he's hardly ever home. I guess you understand where that leaves me."
"Yes, I can understand your point."
"So what's wrong with a couple of mature people just enjoying each other? It's certainly not going to break up your prospective marriage, and it's not going to destroy mine. Darling, I want you to just relax. I want you to make a conscious effort to enjoy yourself. I'm gonna do everything I can to see that I satisfy you. And that you satisfy me."
Her words placated some of Mike's fears, but he still was apprehensive enough to where he couldn't seem to get his cock up. But Clara was not about to give up. As a matter of fact, she felt challenged by the opportunity to reach with both hands and begin to glide her fingers against her lover's balls. She wanted to let her fingers go, to let them plunge and manipulate against his testicles.
She moved her fingers forward, letting them slide with magnificent grace and ease against his balls. She let her fingers scrape slowly and soothingly. Back and forth she kept moving them, sliding them against his testicles as she responded to him.
After a few minutes of dedicated, skillful finger efforts, she could see that his cock was beginning to show signs of life.
"It's coming up," she nodded. "I like that. It's a start."
Mike's body continued to tremble as she directed her fingers back and forth, letting them manipulate steadily against his balls. She kept on fingering, gliding against his testicles. A few moments later, she released her fingers from his balls. She wanted to let them stab and glide against his cock. She wanted to let her fingers slide soothingly against his ever-developing pecker.
"Baby, now you're showing some signs of life," Clara exclaimed happily. "You just wait, my sweet. I'm gonna get you off."
Her fingers kept on stabbing. They manipulated up and down his cock. She was pleased over the fact that his cock was now standing a good deal taller than it had been earlier. Her fingers kept focusing their attention on his ever-expanding rod. Back and forth she kept on gliding her fingers, letting them twist and turn against his cock.
"Honey, I'm gonna start sucking now," she smiled. "Now that I've gotten a little life in your cock, I'm gonna suck your ass-hole. You're gonna love it when I twist my hot tongue inside your anus. Baby, you're gonna go wild."
It was Clara's plan to simultaneously suck her lover's ass-hole and play with his cock and balls. She promptly asserted her tongue inside of his ass slit. Back and forth her tongue worked with conviction, sliding against his ass-hole. As her tongue worked with great skill and speed, she reached out and grabbed her lover's balls. The quicker that she manipulated her fingers against his testicles, the more excitement that he began to feel. Mike was now beginning to settle down into the stream of things. He no longer felt that uncomfortable fear that had been tugging at him earlier. He was finally put the thoughts of his fianc' in the past. He would think about her later but, for right now, he felt, it was up to him to enjoy the stimulating excitement of his lover.
She pushed her tongue forward, letting it begin to circulate inside of her lover's ass-hole. Her tongue kept moving, twisting, throbbing with joy and desire as it worked inside of her lover's ass-hole. The quicker that her tongue probed, the deeper that she let it connect. She was pushing him to an ever-great state of physical agitation.
After a few more hot, quick, finger strokes, she removed her fingers from his balls and let them go to work up and down his now long, steady rod. Her fingers kept on moving, sliding with driving impact as they kept on stabbing against his hot dick.
"Suck me off," he sighed. "Baby, ohhh, you've done it. I don't feel anything anymore but excitement. Keep your tongue moving. Just slide it inside my ass-hole. Come on, honey. Ohhh, ass suck. Really drive your tongue inside of my ass."
She kept on moving her tongue quickly, focusing it ever more rapidly as she plunged it into the innermost depths of his ass-hole. All the while her fingers kept stabbing, moving back and forth as she glided them up and down his long, hot pole. She felt a tremendous measure of triumph knowing that she had brought Mike out of his state of nervousness. Every time that her fingers plunged and stabbed, she felt that much more excitement. Her fingers kept on moving, sliding with reckless abandon. A few moments later she released them from his long, hot dick.
"Honey, we can go into the next part of the act," she sighed. "Now I'll start sucking you again. This time I'm gonna suck your cock, I'm gonna buy my tongue against it, after I've sucked your balls."
"Yes, my darling," he nodded. "You can let yourself go. All the way, my sweet. Darling, suck me."
Her tongue teased his balls, circulating back and forth, twisting with great desire. As her tongue kept on spinning against his balls, he felt that much more pure, uninhibited joy. Her tongue kept working, throbbing, moving magnificently against his already wet testicles, which were expanding with excitement with each and every hot, rambling tongue stab.
She kept up her burning, passionate strokes for a little while longer. When she ultimately released her tongue from his balls, she was all set to go to work against his hard, ready spear. She wanted to drive her tongue with solid desire, to manipulate it steadily against his cock until the flowing juices finally shot from him.
"Come on, suck me off," he repeated. "Baby, I just can't get over this. I want to see you swallow my stuff. Baby, nobody's gotten me this hot. Suck me off."
Clara was beginning to see that she did wield a commanding influence when it came to sex. Even a timid young guy like Mike who might have had the nerve to talk to a woman but not have the necessary follow-through, and who was immersed in guilt in the beginning over the fact that he was engaged, could be brought to a state of wild excitement. He was acting just like Fred, panting loudly, begging her for some hot satisfaction.
She knew that the time was ripe to provide it for him. Her tongue went to work teasing the tip of his cock. She would run her tongue against the foreskin of his penis for a little while, then would commence to slide her tongue up and down the full length of his aroused tool. She kept up her quick, stabbing thrusts, and the longer that she asserted her tongue, the closer that she brought him to orgasm. Her tongue kept on proceeding sweepingly, driving rapidly against his pecker, moving him that much nearer.
"Honey, keep it going," he begged. "Play with my balls, suck my cock. Come on, drain the hot juices out of my prick. You can do it. That hot tongue of yours is so beautiful. Just move your tongue. Come on, honey. Let it go. Really suck me."
As her tongue kept on projecting up and down his long, hot, ever-ready tool, she reached out with both hands and began to play with his balls. Her fingers kept on stabbing, moving brilliantly, massaging his nuts as she brought him ever closer to a king-sized orgasm. It was just a question of time before the thick, hot drops of his penis stream shot.
"Come on, eat me," he sighed. "Baby, come on, eat me. Yeah, I want you to swallow the stuff. Baby, ohhh, it's gonna shoot out of me. This is gonna be so nice. Sweetheart, ohhh, suck me, yes, suck me."
His whole body came alive in a state of wild, anticipatory desire. He wanted her to go to work on his cock, to suck as quickly as she knew how, to swallow the stream of thick, white juice that would shoot out of the end of it.
"Ohhh, come on, suck it," he exclaimed. "Baby doll, ohhh, suck it real nice."
Several hot, twisting tongue stabs later, the first few droplets of fiery juice started to shoot out of the end of his cock. The juices flowed slowly at first, then began to spray in a more prolific fashion. The juices hot out of his cock with total uninhibitedness. His whole body kept jerking back and forth as he heaved deep sighs, begging his lover to swallow every droplet of the cock stream.
"Come on, eat my cock," he sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, I want you to get the stuff. Baby, come on, swallow it. Oh, swallow-it."
His lover swallowed the last few droplets of fluid his prick, after which she removed her tongue from his cock. She patted the tip of it, recognizing that he was ready for more action.
"I like that," she said. "You're excited. You want more of the same. Isn't that so?"
"You're damned right," he smiled.
"I could use a little tongue action," she told him.
"You know, I wouldn't mind giving it to you."
"That's what I was hoping you'd say," Clara nodded. "Didn't you get at least a little turned on while I was lying there on my back playing with my snatch?"
"Of course I did, but right then I was feeling those terrible guilt feelings."
"Which of course is now a thing of the past. Right?"
"You're so right."
"That's good. Then I suggest that this time you try something new."
CHAPTER 8
Clara sought to tantalize Mike as much as she could. She was basking in the triumphal aftermath of the blow job, in which she had completely turned him around and had gotten him in a state of wild ecstasy.
She reached down with her left hand, playing with her pussy. As she twisted her hot, ripe buttocks, he sat there and watched her.
"You sure look good," he said.
"Come on, Mike, and play with my pussy," she said. "Just grind your fingers inside my hot snatch. I want you to do it, sweetheart. Let's really get into it."
Mike reached down with his left hand. He proceeded to probe with his fingers, gliding them inside her mound. Back and forth his fingers kept on converging with her snatch. He loved the quick, dazzling finger strokes that he sent inside of her pussy. The quicker that Mike asserted his fingers, the greater the degree of excitement that kept on registering inside of Clara's beautiful body. She knew how badly she wanted him to go down on her. She wanted to feel the hot, stimulating tongue twisting inside of her nest.
"Come on, let's really get into it," she said. "Baby, I want you to suck my ass hole. I want you to suck it the way I sucked yours. Come on, honey."
By then Clara felt as if she had Mike in the palm of her hand. She twisted her buttocks a few times, which caused him to feel waves of great excitement. He pushed his tongue down near her ass slit. He shoved it forward, letting it register for the first time inside of her hot slit.
"Ohhh, suck me," she sighed, her ass cheeks twisting. "Come on, lover. Move your tongue inside my ass hole. Oh, baby. Come on, eat out my ass. Suck my ass hole."
His hips and ass cheeks kept on grinding and twisting, and all the while his tongue continued to glide inside of her ass hole. Ever so eagerly, he kept stepping up the pace, as Clara was immersed in a state of great excitement.
"Reach out and play with my pussy while you're sucking my ass," she begged.
Mike quickly complied with her request. His dancing tongue kept on moving stirringly, driving inside of her ass hole as his fingers went to work inside of her pussy. He kept on registering his fingers with great authority. He no longer was afraid to do anything. He felt as if he could possess this beautiful woman, and just the very thought of it caused him to propel himself to a great state of adventure.
"Suck me, suck my ass," she sighed. "Come on, keep moving your fingers."
Mike twisted his fingers inside of Clara's snatch to the point where she felt as if she couldn't take any more. She viewed it as imperative to receive those same quick, slashing tongue movements inside of her mound. She wanted to feel the quick, flowing tongue stabs.
"Come on, eat out my box," she sighed. "Baby, switch the action. Just push your tongue. Really let it go to work. Drive it inside of my pussy."
He removed his tongue from her ass hole. Mike was set to start asserting himself inside of her pussy. He was ready to let his tongue explore, to drive quickly and with stirring rapidity as it made its way inside of her pussy.
"Baby, eat out my box," she smiled. "Your tongue can do it. Start probing, sweetheart. Ohhh, probe real nice."
Mike took a deep breath, then heaved a sigh. He reached down and grabbed at her thighs. He ran his fingers soothingly over her warm, stimulating inner thighs. He kept on touching them. He pushed his tongue down between her legs. He let it go to work inside of her snatch. Back and forth his tongue moved ever so stirringly. He kept on pushing his tongue inside of her hot organ. Back and forth he moved his tongue, loving each and every quick, gliding, ever-so-impactful movement.
"Eat out my pussy," Clara sighed eagerly. "Your tongue can do it, baby. Yes, grind it real nice. Suck out my mound. Darling, come on, suck it."
His tongue kept on exploring, working its way ever deeper inside of her hot pit. He kept on maintaining his burning pace, letting his tongue slide around her slippery slit. He knew that he could only maintain this pace for just a few moments more. After that she would be juicing, shooting her load inside of his ready, ever-so-receptive mouth.
"Darling, you're moving me closer," she confirmed with a sigh. "Baby, come on, keep up that stroking. Yes, move your tongue. Come on, sweetheart, grind it fast. Baby, ohhh, suck me. Come on, my dear. Yes, suck out my snatch."
His twisting tongue kept on making its impact felt as it jarred her pussy. A few quick, captivating tongue strokes later, the juices began to shoot from her mound. They splashed from her pussy and into her lover's mouth. As the juices shot from her organ, she lifted her hips, twisting her body back and forth.
"Come on, swallow every drop of the stuff," she exclaimed. "My darling, ohhh, you've really got a nice tongue. I like the way you stroke with it. Baby, ohhh, sweetheart. Come on, glide. Yes, let your tongue glide."
He removed his tongue from her vagina as soon as the sex act had come to an end.
He saw her looking at his penis now. She reached out and touched the tip of it.
"You're all set to go," she smiled. "And I know what I want next."
Clara desired to have Mike unleash his long, throbbing cock inside of her ass hole. She wanted to feel those same delightful, quick, stabbing, ever-so-forceful sensations from his huge organ. She kept thinking about how great it had felt when Fred had fucked her ass hole. She remembered how earlier that same day she had felt so terrible when she'd heard about Fred losing his job. But somehow things now didn't seem so tragic. Not when she realized she could bring a man literally to his knees, right to the point where he was hungrily waiting to cater to her every wish. Mike had been quite a challenge, having the guilt hang-ups that he admittedly possessed, and being on the shy side. But she had conquered him. She felt as if she could take that additional forward step, that of getting him to fuck her ass hole in a convincing fashion.
She got down on all fours, then turned her head and observed her handsome lover. She wanted him to ram his finger inside of her ass hole. Clara felt that if she could just receive the proper amount of stimulating finger-fuck sensations that she would then be prepared to receive the hot, stimulating cock stabs inside of her ass hole.
"Baby, play with my ass hole," she exclaimed. "Just drive your finger inside it. Honey, I really want you to move your finger. Plant it inside of my ass hole. I want that, baby. I want those beautiful sensations. Come on, honey. Ohhh, darling, come on and do it."
He steadied himself, then pushed his right index finger forward. Mike gulped hard. He worked his finger inside of Clara's twisting ass hole. He loved the feeling of his finger working its way inside of her ass hole. His finger kept twisting sharply, making solid impact with her ass hole. The quicker that his stimulating finger asserted itself, the more deeply that he pressed it into her anus.
"Honey, keep on pushing," she sighed. "Come on, darling. Ohhh, finger my ass hole. Baby doll, ohhh, finger me. Yes, sweetheart. Move your finger real sharp. Drive it into my ass hole."
The more rapidly that she twisted her flaming hips, the faster that Mike circulated his finger into her ass hole. He kept up his quick, energetic, ever-so decisive stabs, and all the while she was becoming more receptive to an ass fuck. She was educating him gradually, moving him step by step forward until he would ultimately unleash his hot spear inside of her anus.
"You're doing real well," she told him encouragingly. "Come on, honey. Just a few more strokes."
Several strokes later, Clara brought his action to a halt.
"You can stop now," she said. "I want you to drive your cock inside of my ass-hole. Baby doll, ohhh, fuck my ass. Do it right now."
"My gosh," he gulped. "I've never fucked an ass hole before."
"Then it's time you started," Clara said, delectably flipping her ass cheeks.
"All right, honey. So I'll do it."
He reached out and grabbed her buttocks. He held on sharply to her ever-twisting, nervous ass cheeks. He ground his penis forward, letting it project its way inside of her ass hole. He entered her with one quick, piercing stab. After that he was asserting himself quickly, driving his huge, hot peter ever so deeply inside of her ass-hole.
"Oh, fuck it," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, look at my wiggling buns. Keep slicing with your cock. Plant it in my ass-hole. Baby, come on, fuck me, fuck me."
Every time that she got her ass-hole fucked, it became that much clearer to Clara just how much she needed that kind of action. She couldn't get over just how enthralled she became in the midst of that kind of sexual activity. And there she was, her hips twisting, flipping back and forth as his hot, impactful cock kept on directing itself inside of her anus. The first few strokes, Clara noticed, were slow and exploratory. But it didn't take long for him to get lost in a sea of wild ecstasy. After that his cock began to function at a much quicker, more decisive pace. He kept on ramming with it, slamming it with every ounce of energy and fire that he could direct into his hard, hot, solid organ.
"That's the way to do it," she exclaimed. "You're really getting there, honey. You're learning the ropes. Keep on fucking my ass-hole. Grind your cock into me, sweetheart. Yes, you know where it's at. I might have had to give you a little coaching, but not much. You picked most of it up on your own. Sweetheart, come on, keep moving your cock. Keep slamming it inside me. Baby doll, ohhh, fuck it. Yes, fuck it. Fuck me."
The more rapidly that she moved her hips and simultaneously tightened her ass cheeks, the quicker that his rapid-fire, probing strokes became.
CHAPTER 9
Several days after her rousing experience with young Mike, Louis finally managed to spend an evening at home.
It was a Saturday night, and he took Clara to a restaurant a few miles away from their home for a candlelight dinner. They returned home and watched a movie on television, after which Louis suggested that they consume some wine. The moment that he suggested the wine, Clara recognized that he was finally in the mood for sex.
"I'd begun thinking you'd lost the urge," she told him as she took her first sip from the wine.
Louis moved closer to his wife. He was sitting just a few inches away from her now on the sofa.
"That's a hell of a remark for a woman to make about her husband."
"I mean, I've seen you so very little lately."
"Yes, my darling. I know I've been working a lot, but you've certainly been present in my thoughts."
"That's good."
Louis finished his wine, then threw his arms around Clara. He handled her daintily, pushing his lips forward. He let his lips remain pressed against hers for a few moments, after which he then removed his lips. He got up from the sofa.
"Why don't we go to bed right now?" he suggested.
"That would be fine with me," Clara concurred.
If ever Clara was hoping for her husband Louis to give her a wild fuck, she was hoping for it then. She could see herself drifting away from Louis, based upon all of the other experiences she had been having, coupled with his long, busy schedule. She felt the necessity to try and bind the relationship back together. Louis seemed to be totally unaware of the critical emergency that existed. Clara knew that even though she was being supplied with all the material comforts she could have asked for, that none of them were a substitute for a good, wholesome, emotional and physical relationship. She needed it from her husband Louis, and if she couldn't get it from him, she'd have to find it from substitute parties somewhere else.
As they moved into the bedroom, the silently removed their clothes. Louis dimmed the lights for a romantic effect, smiling at his wife as he observed her slipping out of her dress.
"It's nice to see that gorgeous body again," he said. "I mean, in the intimacy of the bedroom. Almost totally nude. Just take off your panties and bra, honey, and we'lll be ready to go."
He watched as his wife removed her panties and bra. Louis then slipped his trousers down his legs and off of him. He reached out and began to tug at his shorts, sliding them down his legs, then off of him.
"Honey, I could really use you right now," he said. "I want to really make this count for something."
"Sure thing," she nodded as she slid her body into bed.
Clara was doing everything that she could to encourage Louis in his pursuits. He slid his body downward inside of the bed with her. He reached out with his right hand, sliding his fingers inside of her nest. Back and forth his fingers twisted, maintaining a purposeful pursuit of her snatch. He liked feeling the warmth of her vagina. He kept touching her velvety vagina. He let his fingers reach down inside of her snatch. He touched her pussy with great concern. The longer that his fingers reverberated inside of her nest, the greater the amount of enjoyment that she derived from receiving his efforts.
"Honey, I like those finger stabs," she smiled.
Louis kept on driving his fingers inside of her pussy. Pretty soon wetness began to surface in her mound from all of the quick, assertive finger strokes that Louis was directing toward her. He removed his fingers from her mound a few strokes later, then puckered up his lips. He kissed her pussy.
"Baby, I love that," Clara swooned, her hips sliding back and forth in vigorous response to his kiss. "Come on, honey. Kiss me again, baby. I want you to kiss me."
He leaned forward once more, allowing his lips to connect with her vagina. As nis lips remained pushed against her pussy, Louis reached out with his trembling hands. He fingered her buttocks back and forth several times, after which he then removed his lips from her mound.
"Darling, you sure are exciting me," she told him. "Come on, baby. Just slide your tongue inside my pussy. Baby doll, ohhh, tongue my snatch. Yes, my dear. Just move your tongue inside of my organ. Really let it push. Sweetheart, suck me. Suck my mound."
He pushed his tongue down between her legs. He moved it back and forth, allowing it to maintain quick, assertive contact with her pussy. He moved his tongue soothingly, letting it slide inside of her snatch. The longer that he kept up the pace, the faster that his tongue commenced to glide inside of her responsive mound.
"Darling, you'll have me off in no time," she told him. "Come on, just keep sending your tongue inside Baby, ohhh, I like that. I like the way your tongue's working."
As Louis continued employing his tongue inside of his wife's snatch, he reached down and glided his fingers against her buttocks. Back and forth his fingers kept twisting and twitching. The longer that he employed them against her buttocks, the quicker that her ass cheeks rolled. Louis loved the sensations of fingering her buttocks and watching them roll simultaneously. He kept pushing his tongue inside of her mound, driving it ever deeper, pushing her that much closer to the precipice of climax.
"Come on, suck me," she sighed. "Come on, darling. Let your burning tongue probe me. Baby doll, ohhh, suck me. Yes, sweetheart. Ohhh, send your tongue inside my mound. Keep on planting it. Baby doll, suck me. Come on, grind it."
He worked his tongue back and forth a few more times. His quick, convincing efforts soon brought her that much closer to the point of orgasm. He drove his tongue at a rapid-fire clip, never letting up, loving every quick, decisive effort.
"Darling, here it goes," she finally sighed. "Sweetheart, ohhh, I've just got to juice. I've got to juice in your mouth."
Her buttocks twisted and turned as the juices shot from her snatch and into Louis' mouth. Louis swallowed the last few droplets of her pussy juice, then decided it was time to move on to the next phase of the action.
Even though Clara was aware of her recent sexual education, and the way that she had progressed, she knew that she couldn't tip her husband off. If he ever suspected any kind of a change, he would know all too soon exactly what had happened, mainly that his wife had been having sex with another man. It was something that she could not ever let him discover. If she did, she knew, their whole marriage would be in trouble. On top of that, she would be needlessly hurting him. She thought a lot of her husband, and hoped that maybe the physical side of their relationship could be developed some more.
"Baby, I want inside your pussy again," he told her. "But this time I want to fuck it. I'm gonna drive my blinding cock inside you. How does all that sound?"
"It sounds just fine by me."
"That's good. We'll really get it on, honey."
She felt waves of titillation as he moved his fingers inside of her hot twat. He liked feeling the inner confines of her wet, pink, velvety vagina. His fingers kept on moving, circulating inside of her box. He kept up his decisive movements for a few more strokes, after which he then released them from her snatch.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he sighed. "I'm gonna send my hot tool inside of your mound. Am I ever gonna give you a nice screw. Baby doll, ohhh, are you ever gonna enjoy this. You're gonna love it, my sweet. You're gonna love it the way I'll send my cock inside your mound."
Louis kept psyching himself into an ever-greater state of sexual excitement and anticipation. He reached out and threw his arms around his lover's body, then pushed his lips forward. He let his lips probe against hers. Tliey remained firmly locked against her lips for quite a few moments, after which he then released his lips from hers. His next move was to slip his tongue inside of her mouth. He wanted to French with his beautiful wife before he turned his cock loose inside of her pussy.
His tongue kept working zestfully, driving back and forth, working with radiant desire as it kept on twisting against her tongue. He reached down and played with her buttocks while his tongue kept on blasting away, sliding against hers.
When he released his tongue from her mouth and his fingers from her ass cheeks, Louis was prepared to continue his sexual onslaught. He was ready to move his hard, diligent cock inside of her pussy.
"Get ready for it," he sighed.
She extended her legs, twisting her body from ; ;de to side, looking wistfully into her husband's eyes.
"Play with my tits," she encouraged. "Just slide your fingers against my knobs, honey. That'll get you even more excited."
"A very good suggestion. I'm surprised I didn't think of it myself."
"Just turn your fingers loose, doll. Yes, just slide your fingers against my breasts."
She smiled brightly as her loving husband reached out with both hands. He let his fingers twist and turn against her nipples. He clutched hard against her nipples for a few strokes, after which he then let his fingers slide around the surface of her entire breasts. He squeezed her hot tits, clinging sharply to her breasts.
"Baby doll, give me a nice fuck," she said. "You're doing this so well. Sweetheart, you're fingering my breasts. That's a good feeling. Ohhh, I like that.
He removed his fingers from Clara's breasts. He reached down and grabbed at her legs. He played with her thighs, then hurled his surging cock forward, letting it make its initial penetration inside of her pussy.
"Baby, come on and fuck me," she sighed. "Screw me, darling."
Her hips began to swing rhythmically as he pressed his cock ever deeper inside of her. Back and forth he worked it, driving it inside of her nest. He loved the avalanche of emotion that was welling within his entire body. His cock kept on ramming, sliding back and forth, manipulating sharply as it worked its way inside of her tight, willing nest.
As the fuck continued to heat up, she flipped her hips more assertively than ever. His hard, driving spear kept on slamming inside of her. All the while Louis was pushing himself that much nearer to the point of climax. He could feel the solid jolts of enthusiasm with every stab that he directed her way. His balls itched with desire, and all the while he was pushing himself that much closer, driving himself zealously forward, moving himself toward orgasm.
A few quick, jabbing thrusts later, Louis could hold on no longer. He grabbed his lover's thighs, clinging ever so tightly to them. He watched as the droplets of thick, white cum juiced out of the end of his organ.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," she exclaimed. "Baby doll, ohhh, come on and slide your cock inside of my mound. Sweetheart, ohhh, this is nice. Darling, I love it."
He removed his cock from her pussy a few seconds later, then patted her on top of the head.
"You know, my cock's still up there," he smiled. "I feel like I could go off again. I don't see why I shouldn't."
"You're so right," she smiled contentedly. "It's so nice to have a beautiful relationship going again. Let's not ever allow this much time to elapse in the future, my dear. It just isn't right when we do. We've got to enjoy our fucks. We've got to give ourselves as much in the way of enjoyment as we can. It's vital."
"I think you're right," he smiled. "I could stand to go off inside your pussy again."
Why don't we try something bold?" she exclaimed impulsively.
Clara's heart beat savagely. She felt that she just had to ask him to fuck her ass hole.
She desired it ever so badly. She knew that there was chance that he would get suspicious. She would do her very best to cover up in a way that would remove all suspicion from her.
"What did you say?"
"I said I'm proposing something. I'd like for you to fuck my ass hole, my dear."
"You'd like me to what?" his chin dropped. He could scarcely believe what he'd heard.
"That's right."
"But you've always been so straight-laced. I mean, you like sex, but when it comes to going this far, honey, you didn't want to do it. Now all of the sudden you want to go all the way. I don't understand it."
"I've just been doing some reading in all this spare time I've had. I've read some articles on sexual liberation. They say that a person should see to fulfilling oneself in sex. Just maybe I've been a little too confining in my approach."
"Where have you been reading these articles?"
"Oh, in magazines."
"I think you'd like it."
"But I've never done it to a woman that way before," he shook his head. Furthermore, I don't even know if I would like to. It all seems so strange. And I can hardly believe that you've requested it."
"Baby, what's so wrong with it?"
"It's just a strange way of having sex. I can hardly believe my ears. I can hardly believe that my wife is requesting something like that."
"It seems like I've disappointed you greatly."
"Maybe I'm a little more straight-laced than I'd like to admit," he shook his head. "All I know is that I don't think it would be good for you or for me. I don't think it would help our relationship that much. I don't think it would help it at all. I appreciate your sincerity. I'm sure you meant the best for both of us, but I just don't think that that's the answer."
"That's awfully strange," she shook her head. "I can hardly believe that you're turning me down. I would think that you'd want to stick your cock up my ass hole. Don't I have a beautiful ass?"
"Yes, you do, but that's an unnatural way of having sex. Let's not do it that way. I'd like to consider the subject closed. As for the conventional route, I'm all for plenty of that. As a matter-of-fact, I want you that way again. Right now."
He seized Clara in his arms. Louis kissed her lips pulsatingly, then released them from hers. He reached down with both hands, letting his fingers glide over her breasts. Back and forth his fingers twisted and slid, manipulating responsively against her breasts. As he removed his fingers from her tits, he looked down at her and smiled.
Even though Clara was keenly disappointed at not getting her way, she knew better than to continue the argument. She had already pushed things too far to be truly safe. He could, after all, begin to wonder about the magazine articles she had mentioned. For a moment her heart had sank as she anticipated that Louis, a medical man with a curious mind, might want to read the very articles she was referring to. Fortunately, she wasn't pushed into that embarrassing situation, so she recognized that the smart thing would be to leave well enough alone, at least for the time being.
He reached down with his right hand, gliding his fingers inside of his lover's mound. He moved his fingers searchingly, letting them probe and stab against her pussy. He kept up his rotating finger movements for a few more moments, after which he released them.
"I'm gonna fuck your mound," he exclaimed. "Here we go, honey."
Clara braced herself, getting ready for the first quick, decisive cock stab from her husband Louis. She moved her body forward, responding to his first few quick, convincing stabs.
"Baby, fuck me," she said. "You've got to do it to me again. Yes, darling. Ohhh, just keep your cock moving. Grind it inside me. Baby doll, ohhh, you know how to stab. How you move your body. You're such a good fuck. Baby doll, ohhh, what a beautiful fuck you are."
She shook her hips as Louis kept grinding his cock ever so deeply inside of her pussy. The harder that he rammed his authoritative spear inside of her pussy, the closer that he moved to the inevitable moment. His quick, sliding, ever so decisive fuck stick was asserting itself as he plunged himself ever nearer.
Several minutes later, the inevitable occurred. The juices streamed drom the end of Louis's excited peter, splashing into his wife's pussy.
"Ohhh, keep fucking me," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, let it all spill into me. This is such a good feeling. Baby, you're quite a fuck."
He removed his spear from her mound, feeling ever proud of his accomplishments. Louis had no way of realizing the deep disappointment that Clara felt, despite the two orgasms. She kept desiring something more, some exciting, erotic fucking, the kind that she would get if he would throw caution to the winds and ram his cock inside of her ass hole.
CHAPTER 10
The following Monday afternoon, Clara had decided to go to the beach.
She slipped into her stunning bright blue bikini, then drove to the beach.
As she slipped her robe off of her in the bright sunshine and stretched out on a towel, a number of attentive male eyes shot her way. She pretended not to notice them, but down deep she felt a surging element of pride and joy. She had been blessed with a beautiful body, and had done her best to-preserve it. She liked receiving the admiring glances of the men.
She began to look around, sizing up the men, wondering if any of them might appeal to her.
All of the sudden her eyes focused on the suntanned body of the blonde-haired lifeguard, who was patrolling the sand, attempting to keep things under control. He looked like a college student. Probably University of Miami, she thought. She stared at his well-developed body, taking in the broad shoulders, the firm, jutting chest, the trim, sleek legs, and all this made her more and more excited. She felt that she just had to walk up and talk to him.
At long last she finally worked up the nerve. She got up from her towel and walked past him, deliberately walking slowly, twisting her ass cheeks in a seductive manner in hopes of at least inviting a long, leering glance. She walked toward the ocean, intending to do no more than get her feet wet in the waters of the Atlantic.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye. She noticed that his eyes were following her. That made her feel good. Her heart pounded with exhilaration as she observed the handsome young man who was acting as lifeguard and who was staring at her.
Clara kicked her feet in the water, then turned around and walked slowly back toward her beach towel. She walked a little bit out of her way so that she could walk directly past the lifeguard. As she moved toward him, she deliberately slowed up her pace even more. She looked into his eyes and smiled. It was a tantalizing smile, but one that she chose not to make appear too obvious. After all, she didn't want to appear too open in her pursuit of the lifeguard.
"Hello there," he smiled. "It's a nice day to be on the beach."
"It sure is," Clara smiled. "By the way, how long have you been working as a lifeguard here?"
"Just for several weeks."
"That's what I thought. It's been a little while since I've been to the beach here. I don't ever remember seeing you before."
"I know I haven't seen you before," the lifeguard smiled. "You've got the kind of face and figure that nobody would ever forget."
"Thank you. That's so sweet of you."
"By the way, my name's Gordy."
"I'm Clara."
"I get off work in another hour."
"I'll be sticking around for another hour," Clara laughed. "That sounds pretty good."
Clara went back to her beach towel. She dabbed her skin with plenty of tanning lotion, then soaked up the bright afternoon sunshine. By the time the hour was up, she had the beginnings of a good tan.
Gordy walked toward her.
"My car's parked over there," he pointed to a blue Volkswagen. "How about us going down the road and grabbing a Coke?"
"Fine with me."
She got into Gordy's Volkswagen, riding with him toward a nearby restaurant. As they sat and sipped Cokes, the young man revealed that he was indeed a student at the University of Miami. He was a junior who was majoring in political science, hoping to become a lawyer. Clara did nothing to let on she was married. She said very little about herself at all, and whenever he'd ask questions about her, she would quickly change the subject.
"I live just a little ways from here," he said.
"That's interesting to know. How about taking me up to your place?"
"That sounds great," he grinned eagerly.
Gordy and Clara left the restaurant together. They rode in his Volkswagen toward a small side street, one on which there was nothing but apartments. They walked up the stairs toward Gordy's second-floor apartment.
"Would you like a beer?. " he asked once they got inside.
"No, but there's something else I'd like."
She licked her lips, and Gordy immediately caught the meaning. He threw his arms around her and kissed her lips, then promptly withdrew them. He reached down and tugged at his trunks, pulling them down his legs.
"You want to suck me, I know you do," he said. "Here's your chance, sweetheart. Ohhh, just go to work with your tongue. Let yourself go, sweetie. Just grind your tongue against my cock. Darling, go to it. Baby, just slide your tongue. Sweetheart, plant it against my dick."
Clara dropped down to her knees. Gordy couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked so gorgeous in her stunning bikini. His heart pounded furiously as she reached out and began to fondle his penis. She confined her efforts to his long, hard prick for a little while, after which she then switched her attention to his balls. She stroked his hot testicles, loving every quick, decisive bit of contact that flowed between them.
The more rapidly that she asserted herself with her fingers, the greater the amount of excitement that he felt. .
"Suck me off," he sighed. "Come on, baby. Just run your tongue up and down my dick. Sweetheart, come on, plunge your tongue. Really move it. Slide it against my dick. Work it against my spear. Sweetheart, go ahead, move your tongue. Really let it go. Splash it against my hot dick."
Her fingers kept on working against his balls, and eventually she started to probe his long, hard dick. She let her tongue manipulate against the tip of his huge, energetic spear. He kept rocking on his toes, heaving deep sighs as he received the quick, decisive tongue strokes that she kept on furnishing.
"Come on, just grind your tongue," he sighed. "Come on, baby. Ohhh, you can suck me off. Baby doll, oh, really do it. Stab me with your hot tongue. Baby doll, ohhh, suck it. Suck my cock."
Her tongue kept on exploding against his long, fiery dick. She knew that it would only be a little while longer that she would be stroking him before the deluge would have to come. The steaming spray of penis droplets would have to shoot out of the end of his long, fiery dick and into her mouth.
"Come on, suck it," he exclaimed. "Baby, ohhh, I'm really feeling it now."
Clara let her fingers skirt against his balls even more quickly than before. She continued to press and shove with her fingers, letting them manipulate against his balls as she moved him that much nearer.
"Baby, here we go," he sighed. "Sweetheart, ohhh, the stuff's gonna shoot out of there. Come on, darling. Ohhh, just get it. Every drop. Swallow it. Yes, baby. Ohhh, dear, come on, swallow the stuff. Swallow it, my sweet."
The spurting load of thick, white penis juice kept on splashing out of the end of Gordy's hot dick. As he unloaded his jissum, he looked at her and smiled ever so broadly. He nodded eagerly, happy that she had proved to be such a willing partner. Never had he encountered any woman who had been any more desirous of pleasing him than lovely Clara. She had used her tongue magnificently, driving it up and down his hot, ready tool until every drop had shot.
"Honey, you're quite a suck artist," he smiled. "I'd like to have somebody like you around all the time. You're a beautiful girl."
He reached out and slid his fingers beneath her bikini top. He moved his fingers against her breasts, sliding them resolutely against her nipples.
"That feels nice," she acknowledged.
CHAPTER ll
The longer that Gordy played with Clara's tits, the greater the amount of sexual anxiety that surfaced within him.
He had had a beautiful blow job from Clara, but that, as far as he was concerned, was just the beginning. Clara definitely felt the same way. She wanted him to take her on in every conceivable respect, to let himself go as he enjoyed his body. With every ounce of pleasure that he derived, he knew, she would receive tremendous pleasures of her own.
Gordy's fingers kept on sliding against Clara's tits. He moved them back and forth a few more times, then released his fingers from her breasts. He reached out and undid her bra straps.
"Now's the time to take everything off," Gordy exclaimed.
"It sure is. Come on, honey. You're stripped clean. Your trunks are off. So now you can take off my bikini."
"You've got such a gorgeous body," he noted.
Gordy released his fingers from her bra. He let it drop down to the rug. He reached down with both hands and started tugging at her bikini bottoms.
"Oh, you're really getting me excited now," she sighed. "Baby, you're gonna take everything off. We're gonna enjoy ourselves so much."
Her bikini bottoms slid down her legs, then off of her.
The first thing that Clara did once that she was completely nude was to stretch out on the rug. She sensed that her lover wanted to go after her right then and there. After all, it was a nice soft rug and she felt that they could really enjoy themselves on it.
"Come on into the hallway," he suggested. "Why, baby?" she asked disappointedly.
"I'm feeling pretty good right where I am." Gordy nodded.
"Of course you are, but I've got an even nicer spot. There's a bearskin rug in the hallway. I just love to ball with chicks on it."
"That does sound refreshingly exciting," she smiled. "Okay, my dear. Then we'll do that. We'll share the bearskin rug."
She walked slowly behind him into the hallway. The moment that she observed the bearskin rug, Clara let out a bright cheer.
"How about that," she clapped her hands gleefully. "That really does look good. I want to slip my body down on top of that rug."
"Of course you do, my sweet," he nodded. "Just stretch out on it, honey. Let's really enjoy ourselves. Baby, I want to have some fun with you."
Clara stretched out on her back. As she lay there, her body twisting, he reached down with his right hand and started to glide his fingers up and down her right thigh. He moved his fingers soothingly against her thigh, enjoying every sharp, desirous bit of impact that the two of them generated.
"That feels good," she sighed. "I love that, baby. I like it when you touch my thigh this way. Sweetheart, go ahead, keep running your fingers over my thigh. I like the way you're touching it."
His fingers kept on surging back and forth, manipulating steadily and skillfully against her thigh. He moved his fingers from one thigh over to the other, repeating the same swift, decisive movements. The more rapid that his finger pace became, the quicker that her body responded. Pretty soon Clara's legs were twisting from side to side under the stirring, devastating finger stabs of her lover.
"I want you to suck me," she sighed expectantly. "Your tongue can really sink against me, darling. I know it can. I know how bad I want it, and I know how beautifully you can give it to me. Let's really do it, baby. Just let your tongue sink. Let yourself go, my darling. Ohhh, this is gonna be such great fun. Such wonderful fun. Such beautiful fun."
He moved his tongue forward, letting it make its initial contact with her left breast. Gordy rolled his tongue soothingly, letting it penetrate sharply. He enjoyed each and every quick, twisting tongue stab that he asserted. The longer that his pace became, the more swiftly that he began to make contact. His tongue kept on driving, moving quickly as it set a burning pace against her warm, firm breast. She would lift her body slightly upward from the bearskin rug and heave a deep sigh as she received the quick, tugging, devastating tongue contact.
"That feels nice," she nodded. "Baby, I really love it."
He removed his tongue from one breast, then let it slide over toward the other. His tongue worked with precision accuracy, twisting, throbbing as it moved back and forth and maintained steady, assertive contact with her breast.
"Baby, suck me," she encouraged steadily. "I love the way your tongue's probing."
Gordy kept up the steady flow of sexual electricity against her warm, inviting breast for several moments more. When he finally released his tongue, he was determined to sweep it against her pussy. But before he went on to that point, he wanted to suck her thighs. He had loved touching her warm, meaty, ever-firm thighs, and he looked forward now to running his tongue against them. He wanted to push his tongue back and forth, to let it circulate with great diligence and proficiency.
"Come on, suck my thighs," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, I like it."
She was encouraged by the way that he fingered her legs. She knew that his tongue would enjoy making contact with them. Her assumption proved to be absolutely correct. He drove his tongue downward, planting it against her left thigh. His tongue swept back and forth, striving ever so brilliantly, maintaining itself with brisk, solid impact.
"That is nice," she sighed. "Darling, run your tongue nice and fast. Come on, plant it against my thigh. Really work your tongue. Come on, work it even faster, baby. Tongue me, darling. Come on, tongue me."
As Gordy's tongue kept on sinking rigidly against his lover's thigh, he reached out with both hands and began to slide his fingers against her ass cheeks. He moved his fingers back and forth, letting them twist and turn as they continued to make their steady, rapid-fire contact.
"Honey, just keep those sweeping movements going," Clara said. "You're so good with your tongue."
Urged onward by the combination of her compliments coupled with his own fervent desires, he removed his tongue from her left thigh and let it slip against her right. He kept up the same quick, brisk, sharply exhilarating stabs. His tongue kept on pushing, sliding graciously and eagerly in an avalanche of emotion as tongue made contact with thigh.
"Now you're gonna have to eat me out," she said eagerly. "Your next move is gonna have to be toward my cunt, dear."
Clara wasn't telling Gordy anything he didn't already know. As he removed his tongue from her thigh, he looked down at her warm, inviting snatch. He reached out with his right hand and ran his fingers through her brown, ever-inviting pubic hairs. He loved touching her pubic bush, and knew from the way her body instinctively reacted that she was enjoying those firm, twisting finger stabs.
"Darling, you're gonna really suck me," she exclaimed. "I just know that you are. Baby doll, ohhh, suck out my snatch. Sweetheart, put your tongue to work. Really let it slide. Come on baby. Ohhh, suck my mound. Darling, suck my snatch."
His fingers kept on colliding with her nest. He kept his action up for a few more moments, after which he then released his fingers from her mound. Gordy was all set to probe with his tongue against her pussy. He reached out with both hands and grabbed at her ass cheeks. His fingers maintained steady, efficient contact with her ass cheeks as they squeezed her warm, firm skin.
"Baby, suck out my mound," she begged. "Just role your tongue, sweetheart. Ohhh, really let it plunge. Oh, baby doll, suck out my snatch. Come on, darling. Ohhh, suck me. Come on, really drive your tongue."
As she lay back with legs spread, her hips twisting on the bearskin rug, Gordy studied her for a moment. He liked the looks of this beautiful woman who was lying beneath him, and he was all set to send forth his maximum effort in hopes of bringing her off and satisfying her to the ultimate possible degree. He reached out with both hands and let his fingers grab hold of her breasts. Back and forth his fingers worked, gliding steadily as they made efficient contact with her breasts. The longer that he held onto her tits, the more eager he became to slide his tongue inside of her hot hole.
"Just run your tongue inside me," she sighed. "Come on, darling. Ohhh, work your tongue. Work it inside me. Press it into my mound."
He dropped his head downward between her legs. He connected with a quick, stiff, probing stab. He moved his tongue around inside of her pussy, maintaining a rapid-fire pace right from the outset. Gordy was determined to swallow her juices as rapidly as he could. He would exercise his tongue with great brilliance and joy until the droplets of juice shot from her snatch.
"Oh, suck me," she exclaimed. "Darling, come on, probe me with your tongue. Keep it going. Ohhh, ahhh, suck me."
He kept on manipulating his tongue, letting it push and stab with great desire as he drove it ever deeper into her hot mound. All the while he was pushing it ever deeper into her hot mound. All the while he was pushing her that much nearer to the point of climax. His tongue kept on driving crisply inside of her nest, stabbing with great joy. He liked completely letting himself go. As he moved her ever nearer, his fingers dug in ever more sharply to her breasts. He held on tightly to her tits, and as he did his tongue kept moving, shoving ever deeper inside of her.
"Bring me off," she exclaimed. "Darling, ohhh, suck me. Baby, suck my pussy."
A few quick, jolting tongue strokes later, the juices began to shoot from her mound. They splashed inside of his mouth.
"Ohhh, here I go," she sighed. "Darling, ohhh, this is so good."
He removed his tongue from her mound. As soon as he finished, he felt the waves of anticipation storing up in his cock and balls. Gordy knew just how imperative it was for him to get his rocks off. He wanted to drive his long, excited spear inside of her until the juices all shot. He could feel the tremendous tugging emotions in his entire body.
"Now I'm really gonna have to fuck you," he said. "I'll bet you've got a tight pussy."
As Clara lay there, she smiled wryly. She looked into her lover's eyss.
"I was hoping you had something a little bolder than that in mind," she told him.
"You'll just have to spell out what you mean, sweetheart. I thought a fuck was about as bold as you could get."
"You were suggesting a fuck in my cunt," she explained. "I was thinking about something else. Something that would surpass it in eroticism. Do you know what that is?"
"Baby, could you be thinking about what I'm thinking about?" he laughed. "I wouldn't even suggest that with a gal I was fucking just for the first time. I'll hardly suggest it even with chicks that I'm banging all the time. Most of them just don't have the stomach to go that route."
"You mean they don't have the ass-hole for it," she laughed. "I do. Do you want to go the sodomy route?"
"I'd love it," he said emotionally.
"That's good. That's very good. I'm all for it. As a matter-of-fact, I regard that as a true measure of a man. A hot-blooded man. A real cocksman. The guys who really know how to plunge their sticks inside a woman like to get some ass fucking in now and then, don't they?"
"I sure do. I never seem to get in quite enough to suit myself."
"I'm gonna give you a chance to get some in right now," she told him. "Get me ready, baby. I'll give you such a great fuck if you'll just suck my ass-hole for a little bit."
"I'd be most happy to."
He pushed his tongue forward, letting it make its first explosive, electrical contact inside of her ass-hole. He moved his tongue with searing conviction, allowing it to probe with great desire inside of her anus. He pushed and shoved his tongue, loving each and every quick, brilliant stab. The more rapidly that his tongue approached her ass-hole, the deeper that he shoved it. His tongue kept on driving, working splendidly, pushing and pumping joyously as he employed it inside of her ass-hole.
While his tongue kept up its swift, sweeping impact, he reached down and grabbed at her buttocks. He held onto her hot ass cheeks, manipulating his fingers fervently as they made their steady contact.
"Oh, just keep sucking my ass," Clara sighed. "You're really moving your tongue. Darling, come on, suck ass. Yes, that's gonna get me so prepared. Your tongue is moving beautifully. Shove it all the way into my rectum. Yes, drive it into my rectum, darling. I want it. Ohhh, do I want your tongue. Come on, honey. Just keep moving it. Keep sliding it inside me. Baby doll, ohhh, tongue me. Honey, tongue my ass-hole."
He slapped at her buttocks and continued his quick, rigid tongue probing. His tongue kept on working, driving enthusiastically, pushing with all the energy and desire that he could muster. He was pushing her ever nearer, driving his tongue explosively. The quicker that his tongue darted inside of her ass-hole, the more that she desired a hot ass fuck.
"Do you ever know how to prepare a woman for sodomy," she laughed. "I'm sure glad I met you. Ohhh, honey, I love your movements. I love the way you're pushing with your tongue. Keep on pressing it" inside me. Keep driving it into my ass-hole."
The faster that his tongue made contact with Clara's anus, the more excitement that she felt throughout her entire body. She was overjoyed as a result of all that was happening to her.
CHAPTER 12
As Clara lay back, she knew that she needed some more ass stimulation. She wanted to feel the fiery sensations of her lover's finger working its way inside of her ass-hole.
"I can sure use a finger fuck," she sighed. "Honey, if you would just shove your finger inside my ass-hole. I'd feel so wonderful. That would feel so great. Sweetheart, ohhh, I could use those sensations. I could use those rapid-fire finger movements. Come on, my dear. Just plunge your finger into me. Finger my ass-hole."
All of the sudden, Gordy brought his tongue activity to a holt. He looked down at beautiful Clara's gorgeous ass cheeks. His eyes then came into contact with her hot anal slit. He wanted to move his finger forward, to press it inside of her ass-hole.
"Okay, just get ready," he smiled. "If you want a finger fuck, that's what you'll get."
"Baby, spare nothing. Just let yourself go."
"I certainly will."
Gordy pushed his left index finger inside of his lover's anus. Her body immediately began to twist and sway, moving back and forth as his supercharged finger kept on denting her ass-hole. He moved his finger soothingly, letting it assert itself with brisk energy as it made its way inside of her hot ass. The more rapidly that he approached her with his finger, the greater the level of excitement that she felt through her whole body as he kept up his quick, tugging finger stabs.
"Slam your finger all the way into my rectum," she sighed. "Come on, darling. Keep up those burning finger sensations. I really love it. Baby, finger my ass-hole. Come on, ohhh, move your finger real nice. Come on, darling, really probe with it. Come on, baby, doll. Oh, you really know how to finger me. Yes, my sweet."
The harder that he let his finger plunge inside of her ass-hole, the deeper that he asserted it. He kept up his quick, significant finger strokes, driving his finger hard and fast as it made its way inside of her ass-hole. He kept on manipulating his finger with charging, devastating impact. A few hot, decisive strokes later, he released his finger from her ass-hole. As he did so, he recognized that he had her all ready to fuck her ass-hole.
"Baby, come on, fuck my ass," she sighed. "Just run your hot cock inside my ass-hole. Come on, sweetheart. Really push your cock forward."
He reached out with his right hand, dipping his finger into her still-wet pussy. He released some of the pussy juices, which he then shoved with his finger inside of her ass-hole. He loved the feeling of his finger moving around in her hot, tight anus. He was all set to grind his cock forward, to plunge it with piston-like strength and skill inside her hot ass.
"Fuck me," she declared impatiently. "Come on, honey. My ass-hole is so horny I don't know what to do. Your cock can take care of that. Your cock can really grind inside me. I want you to fuck me. Sweetheart, get moving. Come on, give me a real nice fuck. Just slam your cock inside me. Baby, ohhh, give me a beautiful fuck. Fuck my ass-hole."
He reached down and slapped at her hot butt. He played, touching her ass cheeks. He removed his fingers from her buttocks, then jabbed her legs. Gordy held on tightly to Clara's legs, then shoved them over his shoulders. By then he was all set to screw her ass-hole. He wanted to drive his cock with every bit of magnificent satisfaction that he could possibly summon.
He could feel the waves of impatience and excitement surfacing in his balls. He knew that he had to drive his dick inside of her right then and there."
"You just get ready," he sighed. "I'm really gonna pump my dick into you. I'm gonna grind it hard. I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole. I'm gonna fuck it hard. I'm gonna fuck it beautifully. I'm gonna slam it into you, baby doll."
"This all sounds so great," she sighed. "Honey, ohhh, stick it into my ass-hole. Stick your hot cock inside it. Come on, darling. Ohhh, move your cock. Sweetheart, oh, baby doll, fuck me."
He pushed his hard, forceful cock forward. He manipulated his dick with quick, steady determination as he worked it inside of her ass-hole. He pushed it hard and fast, loving each and every quick, sweeping movement that he sent forth inside of her anus. His charging cock kept up its forceful pace. He moved his peter ever deeper with each and every quick, grabbing cock stab. The more rapidly that he manipulated his long, surging tool, the deeper that he shoved it inside of her rectum.
As for Clara, she enjoyed being fucked on a bearskin rug. It was a totally new and completely captivating experience. As she lay there, gasping loudly, her lover kept up his quick, forceful cock strides.
"Baby, I think I'll finger your pussy while I'm fucking your ass-hole," he suggested with a smile. "How would you like that, sweetheart?"
"That would be wonderful, baby. Yes, you can bring me off. You can finger my mound while you're fucking my ass-hole. I'd love it. Sweetheart, ohhh, I really would love it."
"Then let's do it. Let's enjoy it beautifully. This is gonna be such a nice fuck." His hard, plunging spear kept on making its formidable impact with her twisting ass. The harder that he moved his cock, the deeper that Gordy slid it inside her.
While he kept up his quick, decisive cock movements, Gordy reached out with his right hand and slid his fingers inside of Clara's pussy. He kept on stroking, working his fingers with great satisfaction and joy. The more quickly that he pushed his fingers around inside of her nest, the closer that she found herself drawing toward the point of climax.
"Baby, I'm gonna juice," she exclaimed. "Just keep your fingers stabbing. Come on, honey. Oh, stab with them. Let your fingers go. Drive them inside my nest. Baby doll, ohhh, play with my pussy. Yes, my dear. Play with it. Drive your fingers against my hot mound."
His fingers kept on sliding and twisting, working their way inside of her pussy. All the while his supercharged cock kept on making its forceful penetrations inside of her ass hole. He loved the throbbing tightness of her butt, and with each and every quick, tugging stab, he moved ever nearer the inevitable moment of climax.
A few hot, twisting finger sensations later, he had her off. Her whole body twisted from side to side and she heaved a deep sigh as the juices bolted from her pussy.
"Ohhh, this was so nice," she sighed. "You can finish off the ass fuck now. Baby, this feels so good. Yes, lover. Ohhh, I really feel good. I like these sensations. I love these wonderful, beautiful sensations."
As he removed his wet fingers from his lover's pussy, Gordy braced himself. He knew that he was just about there. It would only take him a few more stiff, devastating cock strokes before the sea of thick, white semen would shoot out of the end of his aroused peter.
His hard cock kept on slamming, pushing ever so forcefully as he worked himself that much nearer to the point of a wild climax.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass hole," she gulped. "Darling, come on, fuck me. Oh, screw me. Yes, darling. Keep it going. Ohhh, you're really a good fuck. Come on, ohhh, how do you like my tight ass hole?"
"I love it," he gulped emphatically. "This is a screw, my sweet. Ohh, this is great. Damned, ohh, I'm itching tremendously, sweetheart. Yes, darling. I just love it. I love these sensations. It feels so magnificent."
"Come on, keep shoving your dick inside my ass hole. My darling, ohhh, I just love it. Come on, screw my ass hole."
He slapped at her buttocks, then let his fingers hold on sharply to her ass cheeks. His hard, throbbing cock kept on making its vigorous contact with her anus. A few quick stabs later, the juices were all set to shoot out of the end of his cock. He could feel the wild waves of titillation in his balls. He heaved a deep sigh, watching as the spurting drops of thick semen started to shoot out of his pecker.
"Ohhh, you're in me," she sighed with an air of celebration. "Baby doll, ohhh, fuck my ass hole. Yes, let all the juices shoot out of there. This feels so good. Baby, come on, keep slamming your cock into me. Slam it into me until all the juices are out of you. Darling, this is so nice. Yes, ohhh, baby."
He leaned forward and kissed her lips. His lips remained locked against hers until all of the thick, white, steaming pecker juices had shot from the end of his cock. He then suddenly released his tool from her ass hole.
"Splendid, absolutely splendid," she sighed. "Darling, my ass-hole really feels like it's been entertained."
"It should," he laughed. "After all, I gave you everything that I had. I really slammed my cock into you."
"Sweetheart, I love doing it on this bearskin rug. You really have some imagination."
"When it comes to fucking, I can think about it all day long, then do it all night long."
CHAPTER 13
If there was one thing that Clara found refreshing in her lover Gordy's behavior, it was his insatiability when it came to sex.
As soon as he finished the wild ass fuck, Gordy immediately began looking for new roads to conquer. He reached out with both hands, sliding his fingers through his lover's sweaty hair. He loved touching Clara. He enjoyed immersing himself in the act of lovemaking with her. He pushed his lips forward, gliding them against her lips. Their lips remained firmly locked for several long moments. When Gordy released his lips, he slid his ring hand downward toward her parted legs. His fingers worked soothingly against her pussy. He was seeking to instill additional excitement inside of her snatch. Gordy felt that the longer he manipulated his fingers inside of her snatch, the greater the feelings of satisfaction, joy and desire that would well within her entire body.
"How do you like the finger movements?" Gordy asked.
"I love them," Clara exclaimed. "Come on, my sweet. Just keep your fingers moving. Slide them inside my nest. I love this, honey. I love the sensations you've provided for me. Baby doll, ohhh, just keep up these sweeping movements. Slide your fingers inside of me. Come on, honey. Ohhh, plant them in my pussy. Baby doll, ohhh, you've got the movement real nice. Sweetheart, ohh, finger me. Come on, my sweet. Oh, finger me, baby doll."
His fingers kept on sliding inside of her hot mound. He kept up his quick, decisive strokes for a few moments longer, after which he then released his fingers from her pussy. He was all set to romp once more. He looked down at his cock, then looked over at his lover Clara and smiled.
"Reach out and play with my balls," he begged. "Come on, my sweet. Play with my testicles."
That was all that he needed to say. Clara was more than happy to please his balls. She wanted to see that his cock retained its enormous length. If there was one thing Clara desired, it was to get as much sex as she possibly could from this handsome, panting young hunk of man.
She reached out with her fingers and started to glide them against his balls. She maintained her pace briskly against his testicles. Ever so sharply she continued her fiery, fervent movements. As she did, she noticed the way that his whole body had started to wiggle. She liked the pace she was generating. Gordy knew that if she just kept up those quick, blazing finger strokes for a little while longer, that he would soon be ready to fuck her once more. Actually he could have screwed her right then and there, but he wanted to wait a little while. He wanted to wait until the fires were ready to ignite in the most exciting possible fashion. He wanted to slam his cock resourcefully inside of her until all of the juices popped.
"Come on, fuck me," she sighed. "I'll keep playing with your balls, darling, but right now I'm on fire. I want you to push your cock inside of my pussy. I want you to slam it between my legs."
She kept moving her fingers with steady precision.
"Play with my cock for a little while," he smiled. You can excite me that way, too."
Gordy was pleased to observe just how much his balls had accelerated during the course of her wild, anxious finger stabs. She withdrew her fingers from his balls, then let them commence sliding against his cock. Up and down her fingers worked, manipulating in a sea of stirring passion against his long, solid, ever-so-agitated peter. It would just be a question of time before he would send his hot, furious pecker inside of her. It was just a question of the manner in which he would seek penetration. All he knew was that he desired her badly, that he was eager to send his huge, flaming tool inside of her.
"You can turn loose now, he told her abruptly. Tm all set to fuck you, my dear. Ohhh, do I ever want to screw you. Do I ever want to slam my cock inside of you. I want to plant it in you pussy. Yes, sweetheart. Ohhh, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your snatch."
"All right, I guess it's only fair that your cock gets inside there," she smiled. "After all, you planted your tongue inside of my ass hole and you got me so excited that way. You planted it inside of my pussy. You can fuck my mound. Baby doll, come on, screw my pussy."
He reached down and began to glide his fingers stirringly up and down her legs. He started with her thighs, working his fingers all the way down to her ankles, after which he would then repeat the same movements. He loved the way that he was flinging his fingers, enjoying the quick, rapid-fire strokes he generated.
"Honey, you can send your dick inside me any moment," she told him. "Come on, sweetheart, fuck me. Fuck my pussy."
As his fingers kept stroking her legs, he braced himself. He looked down at her inviting mound, then pushed his cock forward. He moved his cock with steady, grinding grace as he worked it inside her nest. He loved the quick, jolting strokes that he asserted as he worked his huge, steaming dagger inside of her nest. He loved the quick, jolting sensations that he received from his exciting cock maneuverings.
His fingers worked up and down Clara's legs for a little while longer, after which he then began to slide his fingers up and down her back. He loved touching her warm skin, and the longer that he did, the harder that he rammed his cock forcefully as he worked it deep inside of her nest. He kept pushing his cock hard and fast inside of her pussy, moving himself ever nearer to the point of an eager orgasm. All the while he could feel the sparks of enthusiasm surfacing in ever greater measure inside his balls. His cock kept on driving, landing with thundering impact as he pushed it ever so deeply inside of her hot nest.
"Fuck me," she exclaimed. "Come on, dear. Screw my mound."
Her hot buttocks kept on sliding, moving back and forth as he fucked her pussy. All the while he was pushing himself that much closer, driving himself to the juncture of a wild orgasm.
"Just get ready," he warned her.
As he found himself pushing that much closer to a wild, stimulating culmination of the sex act, he moved his fingers downward toward her ass cheeks. His fingers glided and twisted back and forth, holding onto her ass cheeks. He clutched hard, moving his fingers sharply against her buttocks.
All the while his quick, thundering spear kept on projecting itself inside of her. He was working himself that much closer.
Moving into the last few strokes now, Gordy pushed his lips forward. He let them land with crushing impact against his lover's lips. As their lips remained firmly locked, his body wiggled and the parade of thick, white jissum started. It kept on shooting from his organ for the next few moments, after which he then released his cock from her mound.
"Honey, I can go one more time," he promptly informed her.
"You really are a sexual animal," Clara laughed. "And I mean that in the most complimentary way."
"Thank you, baby. You can help me out a little."
"What do you want, some finger stimulation?"
"Yes, that's what I want. As a matter-of-fact, I don't really need too much of it. Just a little, Just warm me up ever so slightly, baby. That's really all I'm gonna need. Just a little bit of excitement."
"A little bit of excitement goes a long way with us."
Her fingers dug in ever so resourcefully, gripping against his still-hard cock. Clara noticed that the state of his erection had diminished slightly, but not all that much She felt that if she could just pump her fingers back and forth for a little while, that soon the juices would be set to flow once more. Soon Gordy would be prepared to drive his long, excited cock inside of her ass hole.
"That's good enough," he said abruptly.
Honoring his wishes, Clara removed his fingers promptly from his cock. He reached down with his left index finger. As she watched his hot digit shoving forward, Clara immediately knew what to expect. She jerked her buttocks back and forth, smiling brightly.
"Just ram your finger inside of my ass hole," Clara said. "Baby, I want you to push your finger inside of me. Sweetheart, you can really give me a jolt."
A jolt was what he proceeded to give her. He rammed his finger back and forth, letting it slide with tremendous excitement. He kept pushing it inside of her ass-hole, moving it quickly for several strokes, then promptly easing off. His finger kept on moving, gliding with solid impact as it found its way repeatedly inside of Clara's anus.
"You're gonna give me an ass fuck," she said. "The signs are in the air, darling. I'm really waiting for it. I want to feel those hot, quick stabs of yours. You did so well before. You're gonna do it beautifully again."
As Gordy removed his finger from his lover's anus, he patted her on the buttocks.
"Get down on all fours," he told her. "-Just do like you're a dog."
"I'm your female bitch," she laughed. "Shall I bark or go into heat?"
"We've both been in heat right from the start."
"You're certainly right there, baby. Okay, should I twist my butt a little?"
"Of course. Tighten it, too, sweetheart. I'm really gonna swing my cock into action. I'm gonna drive it into your ass-hole. Get ready."
Gordy reached down and pinched at his lover's buttocks. He held onto her ass cheeks, then pushed his cock forward. All the while his eyes remained closely focused on Clara's ass. He was hypnotized by its captivating beauty. Every time that she twitched her buttocks, he became that much more anxious. He wanted to slam his long, steaming cock forward. He wanted to slice with it inside of her ass-hole until the store of hot, white juice had made its way out of the end of his long, excited cock.
"Fuck me," she declared impatiently. "I want to feel your long, hard pole inside me one more time. You're gonna get it off again, baby. You're gonna drill my ass-hole. We're both gonna enjoy it so much."
He responded by squeezing her ass cheeks even harder as he prepared his initial onslaught inside of her ass-hole. He pushed his cock back and forth, then let his steaming dick grind inside of her. Clara noticed that this time Gordy drove his penis even more quickly than he had the first time they'd fucked. He had already been through it once with her, and now Gordy felt completely acclimated to what was happening. His hot dick kept on pouring into her. He kept on moving it, slicing hard, manipulating his dick ever so solidly as he pushed it repeatedly inside of her hot ass. The faster that he let his cock grind inside of her ass-hole, the more helpless that he felt. His whole body was in a state of wild ecstasy. He could feel those burning, incessant urges in his cock and balls. He knew that the thick, white cream would have to inevitably spill from the end of his cock. The juices would soon be flowing, splashing out of his joy stick and into his lover's ass-hole.
"Come on, fuck my hot ass," she sighed. "Baby, I like that feeling."
He kept moving inevitably closer. Gordy knew that he couldn't sustain his pace any longer. He reached out and slapped at her buttocks. As he did, he heaved one loud, last sigh. The thundering juices then began to spray out of the end of his fiery organ. They splashed wildly from his cock and into her ass-hole.
Gordy removed his pecker from her anus a few moments later. He got up slowly from the bearskin rug, reaching up with his right hand and mopping some sweat from his brow.
"I hope you'll come back again," he said. "I'd like to have you on a regular basis."
"That's gonna be tough," she smiled.
"Why is that?" his eyes dropped with disappointment.
"Because I'm married."
"Damned, I do a lot of fooling around, but I haven't ever done it before with a married chick. Can you believe that?"
"Of course I can," Clara smiled as she got up slowly from the rug. "I guess there's a first time for everything in this world."
CHAPTER 14
A few days after her sexually liberating experience with Gordy, their color television set began to give Clara problems.
She called a television repair shop in the area, and the middle of that same afternoon a repairman arrived. He was a tall, highly muscular Negro man in his early forties. The thing that Clara immediately liked about him was that the man had an air of confidence that was unmistakable. From the moment that he took charge, she was certain that he would properly repair the set.
"This ain't gonna be no problem at all," the man said.
"I hope you're right."
"I know these things inside and out," he told her. "Just wait. I'll take care of it. I'll take care of it without any trouble."
The man quickly proved her correct. He had the set working and, not only that. The picture was better than it had been at any time with the exception of the first few months that Clara and Louis had had it.
By that point Clara was again feeling despondent. Louis was once again wrapped up in his work. They had had sex two nights earlier. She had once again mentioned the possibility of an ass fuck. She mentioned it lightly this time, and he had responded by frowning bitterly. She knew that she just had to keep her mouth shut on that score.
As the repairman finished up the job, Clara felt as if it would be a good idea to talk to him for a little while. She felt lonely And somehow just being in the presence of this muscular, confident Negro gave her a feeling of confidence.
She looked over at his shirt, which had his name, Rufus, inscribed on it.
"How would you like something to drink, Rufus?" she asked. "It's a warm afternoon. How about a beer?"
"We're not supposed to fraternize with the customers, ma'am," he smiled.
"Knock off that ma'am stuff, Rufus. My name's Clara. You'll get me angry if you keep calling me ma'am. It makes me feel like I'm older than I am."
"I'm not calling you ma'am for that reason. It's just a way of showing respect."
"I realize that," she smiled. "All right, so you're not supposed to drink. Who's gonna tell on you?"
"Well, I don't have another appointment for the rest of the afternoon," he grinned. "So, I can always go back to the shop and tell them I was a little longer here. They're not gonna know how long it took me to fix the set."
"Now you're talking. Come on into the kitchen and we'll have that beer."
The longer that Clara spent in Rufus's presence, the more excited that she became. Several times she stole a glance down at his tight-fitting trousers. Her eyes focused toward his crotch. She observed his huge, bulging dick. She wanted badly to unzip his trousers, then reach inside of his shorts and pull out his cock. She wanted to move her fingers briskly up and down the full length of his hot, rigid dick.
After Rufus finished his second beer and she had finished her second Scotch, Clara realized that Rufus was as ready for action as she was. She could see that he had been attracted to her right from the beginning, but he had not been willing to take a gamble. After all, she was a customer, and he knew that he could lose his job if he had miscalculated and made a pass that had gone unappreciated.
All of a sudden Clara reached out and unzipped Rufus's trousers. His legs twitched with nervous excitement. She reached inside of his shorts, pulling out his long, hard penis.
"Honey, I want to play with your cock," she said.
"Go ahead, baby," he smiled. "I want to feel those sensations. You're really a hot chick. You really want sex, don't you?"
"You're damned right I do."
"Come on, honey. Just let your fingers go."
Up and down her fingers went to work on Rufus's huge, erect organ. The longer that she attacked his cock with her fingers, the harder that her heart pounded. She knew that she just had to receive some quick, stabbing sensations inside of her ass-hole. She knew that his hard, black cock would be ideally suited for providing her with the ultimate in sexual energy.
She removed her fingers suddenly from Rufus's cock, then jumped up from the chair.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she smiled matter-of-factly.
Rufus got up from his chair and nodded solemnly. He walked into the bedroom with her, then quickly began stripping off his clothes. As he did so, she did the same. She removed her clothes as quickly as she could, then slid her body inside of the bed.
"I want you to ass fuck me," she told him. "I really want you to slam your cock into me, baby. You can give me a nice screw."
"Of course I can," he nodded. "You just wait. I'm gonna drive my hot stick inside of your ass-hole. I'm gonna keep slamming it into you until every drop of the stuff shoots."
"That I like to hear."
"Of course. Just hang on."
Rufus was more than happy to take charge. He looked down at his long, solid, naked cock. He reached out with his right middle finger, letting it tease her as he moved it around inside of her anus.
"Ohhh, that does feel nice," she said.
"It feels pretty damned nice to me, too," he confirmed. "As a matter-of-fact, the quicker that I push it inside you, the faster you move your hips. The faster you move your hips, the more excited that I get. I really like this. Damned, it feels so good just running my finger inside your ass-hole."
He moved his finger several more times inside of her anus. As he removed it from her ass-hole, he was ready to slam his cock into her. He looked down at it, then pushed his cock forward. He threw her legs over his shoulders, then initiated his quick, decisive stabs. He kept on thrusting beautifully, working his long, savage tool inside of her anus.
"That's so good," she sighed. "Honey, what a long cock you've got. Come on, just drive it inside me."
Rufus began to purr like a kitten as he ever so attentively continued to direct his forceful strides toward his lover's ass-hole. The harder that he jarred her, the quicker that she moved her hips and legs as Clara responded to the effective penis stabs. He rammed her so hard that a few times she could feel acute waves of pain, but that wasn't going to bother her at all. Not when she was deriving so much overall sensation from his quick, twisting, ever forceful penis strokes.
"Fuck it, fuck it," she gulped.
His hot stick kept on driving, slamming repeatedly inside of her ass-hole. The faster that he flung his cock forward inside of her anus, the closer that he moved. He realized just how close he was approaching the point of climax. As the itchiness continued to build up in Rufus's balls, he fucked her even harder, letting his thick, fiery, black dick slam deep inside of her ass-hole. His mammoth ebony organ could not contain itself any longer. A few quick, tugging, instinctive cock slices later, the juices began to spurt out of the end of his dick. They began to splash wildly, spurting out of his penis and into her ass-hole.
"Here I go," he sighed. "Darling, this is quite a fuck. Baby doll, I love the fucking."
He kept on shooting the juices out of his organ. He withdrew his cock from her ass hole. He reached out with his right index finger, letting it poke inside of her anus. Once that Rufus got acclimated to Clara's ass hole, he didn't want to stop. He wanted to continue enjoying all kinds of wild and wonderful sensations.
"Honey, you're probing me again," she said delightedly. "Just keep your finger moving. Work it, honey. These are nice sensations."
Rufus smiled amiably. If there was one thing that he knew, it was that he could please Clara just as much as he was pleasing himself by continuing at the same level of forceful acitivity. His finger kept probing stiffly, grinding hotly, manipulating inside of her ass hole.
"Finger fuck me, come on, keep it up," she exclaimed.
A few quick, twisting finger stokes later, he removed his finger from her ass hole. He was set to launch into some more fucking.
"I want your ass hole again," Rufus solemnly declared. "I want you to have it as soon as possible."
And I want you to have it," she replied. "Come on, sweetheart. Just stick your hard dick inside me."
He reached out and grabbed her legs once more, throwing them over his shoulders. He could tell from the way that her body was twisting just how eager she was for the fuck. If anything, it appeared to Rufus as if Clara was even hornier the second time around. After all, he thought, he had provided her with a good deal of satisfaction. So now she would want to receive some more in the way of that same kind of jolting energy.
As his fingers held onto her thighs, Rufus projected his cock forward. He moved it with dazzling impact, letting it grind and stab forcefully as it worked its way inside of her ass hole. He kept on stiffly grinding his cock, sending it with savage desire deep inside her, loving every solid thrust that he sent into her.
"You're gonna keep getting this," he exclaimed. "My cock's gonna keep pushing inside your ass hole, honey. I'm not gonna stop until I juice. What a nice ass. Just keep gliding it. You're doing a good job."
Rufus loved the way that his lover's ass cheeks swayed to and fro as he kept up his quick, slicing stabs. His hard cock kept on energetically finding the mark. He pushed it forward with roaring impact, slicing away with everything that he could bring to bear in the way of purposeful excitement. He found himself moving that much nearer to orgasm. He could tell that very shortly the drops of thick, white fluid would again be making their way out of the end of his black cock. He loved the quick, decisive stabs that he was sending inside of her, and with every quick, tugging movement, he realized that he was pushing that much nearer to that ultimate moment when the spraying orgasmic fluids would fly from the end of his dick and spurt into her ass hole.
His quick cock kept on manipulating with lightning precision inside of her. As he moved ever closer to the end, Rufus abandoned his finger movements against her ass cheeks. He reached out and began gripping his fingers against her breasts. He held on tightly, twisting his fingers against her.
"Touch my nipples, I like that," she smiled. "Rufus, you're really some cocksman. Come on, baby. Just keep your pecker driving. Keep slamming it inside me. Come on, I want your cock inside my ass hole."
Her ass cheeks kept on steadily grinding back and forth, and all the while Rufus continued his assertive contact with her anus. His shiny ebony cock was plunging all the way into her rectum, delivering as much in the way of energetic force as he could bring to bear.
Rufus heaved several loud gasps. His body shook as he watched his second successive load of thick, white semen start to shoot out of the end of .his organ.
"Here we go again," he smiled. "Two in a row."
"I can feel it," she sighed with delight. "Honey, all that hot, white sutff. It's spilling out of you. Darling, ohhh, can you ever fuck. What thick loads."
She watched with a smile of contentment as she observed the profuse sea of hot, white semen that kept on gushing out of the end of Rufus's stirring dick.
When he finally removed his ramrod from her ass hole, she could feel the stinging pain. She knew that she had been fucked as convincingly as man could conceivably do it.
CHAPTER 15
Clara just couldn't seem to get enough of Rufus's huge, inflated cock.
She reached down with both hands, allowing her fingers to go to work once more on his pecker. She was overjoyed by the fact that it had scarcely gone down at all. All she had to do, she reasoned, was to pump a little more life into it and soon it would be standing proud and tall, just as tall as it always had been.
"Baby, I love those fingers," Rufus threw his head back and laughed. "Hot damned, you sure do love to fuck. That ass hole of yours sure can take it. I can pour my cock into you day and night and never stop.
What tight sensations. What a glorious butt you've got."
Rufus proceeded to prove his point by reaching out with both hands and slapping at Clara's ass cheeks. He began to grab hold of her hot ass, twisting and turning his fingers ever so quickly as he moved them resoundingly against her ass cheeks. He enjoyed every hot, stabbing finger stroke.
"Baby, I love what you're doing to me," she sighed. "Keep slapping at my butt and I'll keep playing with your dick."
"That's fair enough," he laughed.
A few quick, convincing finger strokes later, Clara removed her fingers from Rufus's pecker. At that very moment, he released his fingers from her ass cheeks.
Rufus sat there perched on his knees, wondering just what his lover was going to do next. Every now and then he would look down at his energetic peter and stroke it. He wanted to run his shiny, ebony cock inside of her one more time.
While Rufus watched, Clara gave him a whole lot more to be concerned about. She got up on her hands and knees, then began an impromptu burlesque routine, twisting her hips back and forth, sliding her buttocks around. He watched with hypnotic joy, and the longer that she continued to twist her buttocks, the more appetizing the act of screwing her became. He wanted to send his aroused penis inside of her ass hole. He wanted to grind it good and hard, to plunge his cock forcefully and devastatingly inside of her ass hole until every droplet of thick, spurting cream had shot from the end of his hot dick.
"Give me a nice fuck," she said. "One more time, Rufus, honey. You can do it again inside my ass hole. Come on, darling."
"First I want to run my finger up your ass," he laughed. "Let's really make this a beautiful one, baby."
"We will. As matter-of-fact, I'm gonna twist my ass even faster than before. I'm gonna prove absolutely irresistible to you."
"You're that right now."
"That's good. So finger fuck me, baby doll. Slam your finger up my ass hole."
He pushed his right index finger forward, letting it make its first slamming impact inside of her ass hole. He enjoyed the quick, twisting sensations that he sent forth in the form of his finger. He kept moving it, twisting it back and forth, grinding it inside of her ass hole. The faster that he manipulated it, the quicker that her whole body twisted. Clara enjoyed each and every quick, receptive movement that he ignited with his finger.
Rufus kept up his finger stabs for a few more minutes. When he released his finger from her ass hole, he decided it was time to unleash his burning cock once more. He wanted to grind it into her ass hole. He wanted to plunge it ever so hard and once more experience the delightful sensations of a wild juice stream. The juices were stored up once more in his cock and balls. He knew that the juices would just have to spill, and that once he shoved his prick inside of her ass hole that it-could only be a question of time before of the white, blazing semen would spill.
"Come on, now's the time to fuck me," Clara encouraged.
Rufus watched smilingly as once more she started to rotate her buttocks. As she remained perched on all fours, he admired once again the construction of her beautiful body. He felt so happy that he had had the opportunity to score not once but twice inside of her ass hole, and that he was now being given the opportunity to go for three.
He pushed his dick diligently forward. He rammed it inside her ass hole, working his cock back and forth, flipping it with great magnificence as it rammed inside her hot ass.
"Ohhh, fuck my ass hole," she gulped. "Baby doll, screw me. Ohhh, screw my ass. Sweetheart, really send it inside me. Honey, go faster, faster. Do it as fast as you can. Just drive it inside my hot ass. Come on, really slam it. Slam your cock inside my ass hole."
The faster that Clara twisted her buttocks, the more rapidly that Rufus sent his burning cock working inside of her ass hole. He kept on maintaining crisp contact, driving his hard, burning spear deep inside of her anus. The faster that he stroked her ass hole, the closer that he moved himself toward another orgasm. Clara could hear the sounds of his rapid-fire breathing. She knew that the thick, dazzling, white juices were about set to once more spray from the end of his hot, ready cock.
"Come on, unload inside me," she encouraged steadily. "Just release those juices from your prick. Baby doll, ohhh, that semen is really gonna shoot. Baby doll, ohhh, it's gonna spray out of there.
Sweetheart, yeah, it's really gonna spill."
His hard, charging cock kept on blasting, driving inside of her. As he moved nearer, he reached out and slapped at her buttocks. He slapped good and hard, maintaining quick, steady contact. A few stabs later, the burning white semen began to spill out of the end of his sturdy spear.
"Ahhh, this is the life," Rufus gulped. "I'm juicing in you again, darling. What an ass you've got."
Clara kept twisting her ass cheeks and hips back and forth until the last few droplets of Rufus's semen had spilled from his rod. As he removed his cock, she stretched out on her back, badly in need of a little bit of rest. After all, her ass was good and sore by that time, having experienced a good deal in the way of quick, convincing fucking from Rufus.
"I'm gonna run my fingers inside of your mound," Rufus said. "I'm gonna play with your pussy. Honey, with all that beautiful fucking you gave me, I'm gonna give you a nice reward. You sampled my cock. Rufus has a long, red tongue, too, and he'd just love to sink it into your pink slit. Are you ready for that kind of action, dear?"
"Of course I am. Rufus, you just never run out of ideas."
Rufus's finger worked its way inside of her nest. Back and forth he stroked, allowing his fingers to drive convincingly into her pussy. He kept moving his fingers brilliantly inside of her snatch. The more rapidly that he applied his fingers inside of her pussy, the more that she desired receiving his quick, stiff, jolting movements inside of her snatch. She wanted to receive every sensation from his and he was ever so eager to do just that.
"Baby, suck my mound," she said. "You've done enough. You've got me about as excited as I can get. So you can suck me right now. Darling, ohhh, wield your tongue. Just slide it inside me. Slide it into my slit."
"Hang on, darling. Here comes Rufus. He's gonna pour his tongue into your hot slit. Baby, you're gonna be smoking by the time I get through with you. My tongue is just gonna charge into your pussy. It's gonna keep charging until every drop of the white juice shoots. How do you like the sound of that, honey?"
"I like it fine."
"That's good. So we'll really get it going now. I'm really gonna push it. I'm gonna plunge my tongue real nice."
Rufus dropped his head down between his lover's legs. His fingers moved soothingly over her thighs. Rufus liked the way that Clara's legs were quivering. He could tell that she was agitated, ready to receive some swift, decisive tongue strokes from him.
"Come on, suck me," she sighed. "Baby, move your tongue. Really push it inside me. Sweetheart, come on, plant your tongue inside my mound. Work it, baby."
Rufus let his long, red, twisting tongue go to work inside of his lover's mound. His tongue kept on probing against her love button, and every time that he touched it, she would heave a deep sigh. She enjoyed the hot strokes that he sent inside of her. Back and forth he kept moving his tongue, planting it eagerly, sliding it with graceful ease as he worked it deep into her nest. All the while, as he continued his probing, Rufus saw just how closely he was drawing his lover to climax. She panted wildly, her hips flinging bank and forth as his tongue kept working. He probed with it ever so gently, driving it deep inside her nest, manipulating rapidly as he pushed her ever nearer to the grand point of orgasm.
"Baby, a few more strokes," she exclaimed. "That's all you've got to do. Just keep your tongue moving. Come on and slide it inside me. Darling, work it real nice."
Rufus's tongue kept on swinging, making its quick, steady contact with her pussy. A few stabs later, as her body rocked back and forth on the bed, Rusus heard a loud gasp. He braced himself, knowing at that particular moment that the juices would be igniting from her pussy.
"Darling, here we go," she confirmed, nodding eagerly.
The juices shot from Clara's mound. Rufus went to work, his tongue twisting back and forth. He swallowed every drop of her juice, then removed his tongue from her pussy.
"I hope you have some more trouble with your TV soon," Rufus grinned. "Of course, in a way I don't, because I stand behind my work. But I sure as hell would love to have another shot at your beautiful pussy. We really had ourselves some fun today."
"That can't be denied," Clara smiled. Clara wanted to demonstrate to Rufus one more time just how much she liked him. So she threw her arms around him, then let her lips lock against his.
CHAPTER 16
In the days that followed her beautiful experience with Rufus, Clara became even more despondent.
She kept thinking about her husband Louis, and how wrapped up he was in his work. Usually when he did come home at a decent hour in the evening, he would be too tired to do much of anything. He would have dinner, tiredly watch a little television, then fall asleep in his chair. Either that or he would get up from his chair and go immediately into the bedroom, where he would fall into a deep sleep within minutes.
Finally on Saturday evening, Clara decided that she would try and do something to get her husband to show a little concern. She wanted to bring out any fires that might be lying dormant within him. She felt that it was absolutely essential for both herself and Louis to step up the pace of their sex lives. They needed some meaningful involvement.
"Honey, why don't we just have a quiet dinner, then go right up to bed?" she looked at him and winked suggestively.
"I take it you're horny."
"I sure am. I'm horny right now for my husband. I'd love to have a little sex with him. Why don't we have a nice roll in the hay."
"I suppose that that could be arranged," he nodded.
"That's great. I'd love that, sweetheart."
They had dinner, then quietly went to bed. She tore off her clothes quickly, sliding into the bed ever to seductively. She extended her legs, reaching down with her right hand, playing with her pussy. Her fingers kept moving back and forth as she maintained steady contact with her mound. She liked touching her hot snatch, and doing so gave her that much more of a feeling of desire.
She watched as Louis removed his clothes. She noticed that as their sexual interludes became more infrequent, he began to act more defensive. It was obvious to her that Louis was losing his confidence. He didn't seem to be able to cope with sexual forces anymore. He had almost totally lost himself in his career. Even though she was proud of his achievements as a doctor, Clara hated the fact that she could be very easily losing a husband in the process. Perhaps, she felt, she could do something to awaken the old impulses within him. She remembered that even at his hottest, he could be restrained as opposed to other men. She felt that this particular evening she had to take a gamble. She would pull out. stops that she had never even thought of attempting before. She was going to do her best to get him good and agitated. By so doing, she felt, the entire course of their relationship might possibly change. At least she felt that it was worth giving the whole thing a try.
As he removed his shorts, Clara was on him in a flash. He was taken totally by surprise in that he did not expect her to come on that quickly or decisively. Her fingers went to work on the tip of his cock. Back and forth her fingers pressed and pushed, maintaining solid contact with his long cock. The more rapidly that her fingers went to work against the tip of his pecker, the more she could feel him loosening up. At first when she put her fingers to work on his organ, his whole body had tensed. It was as if one part of him was very definitely fighting her. But the more rapidly that she sent her surging fingers working against his cock, the more relaxed that he became. He now appeared to be enjoying every quick, effective movement that she sent his way.
"That does feel nice," he gulped. "Come on, doll. Keep your fingers going. Yes, baby. Ohhh, just work your fingers against my cock. Come on, baby, plunge them against my dick."
She worked her fingers against the tip of his cock for a few more moments, after which she then started to slide her fingers up and down the full length of his rod. She kept on pressing her fingers firmly, letting them spin and slide against his hot tool. The longer that she maintained her pace, the more comprehensive the transformation within him became. Soon he was begging for her to excite him.
"Play with my balls," he gasped. "Honey, you don't know what this is doing for me. I can't believe all the sensations I'm feeling. Sweetheart, just play with my nuts."
Clara looked down at her husband's rapidly expanding balls. She was greatly satisfied over the way that he was responding. Her fingers planted ever so deeply and firmly against his testicles. Back and forth she worked them, steering them against his testicles. With rousing impact, he lay back and accepted every thorough, decisive finger stroke that she planted in his direction.
"Honey, you're so good," he said. "You're really good at massaging. You've really got my cock aroused."
"Yes, and now I'm gonna suck it off," she announced dramatically.
"You're what?"
"That's right. Haven't I been telling you lately that I'm a more liberated girl?"
"Yes, I guess women's lib is spreading to our bedroom as well," he said. "I just can't believe it. You're all over me."
"This is just the start."
Clara intended to live up to her promise fully, and she was determined to prove to Louis right away just exactly what she had in mind. She began to work her rapid-fire tongue against his balls. She quickly and firmly applied her tongue to his balls, twisting it back and forth, asserting it with conviction and joy. She loved the hot, stabbing movements that she was directing toward his balls. He enjoyed the new sensations. He could hardly conceive of just what was happening to him, but he knew one thing. He enjoyed the quick, firm, decisive tongue efforts that she kept on sending his way.
"Suck my balls," he sighed. "Come on, darling. Just keep planting your tongue against them. Suck them real nice. Come on, baby. Suck my balls. Honey, ohhh, really suck them."
She moved her tongue against his ever-expanding testicles a few more times, after which she then determined that she was ready to slide her tongue up and down his cock. So she put it to work with great desire, letting it slip against his hard, ready peter. Up and down she worked her tongue, and the quicker that she applied it, the move desirous she became to run her fingers against his balls.
So she reached out with both hands, tugging at his wet balls, which she had sucked on faithfully earlier. The quicker that her fingers circulated against Louis's testicles, the more rapidly that her tongue went to work on his cock. Up and down she stroked, planting her tongue effectively against his peter.
"Ahhh, here it goes," he sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh. suck me off. Baby, eat my dick."
He heaved a loud gasp. His whole body trembled as the thick droplets of fiery semen shot out of the end of his dick. The juices kept on splashing, shooting out of his cock and into her mouth.
"Baby, get the stuff," he said, "I need this. Ohhh, I want you to do it."
After the juices had all shot, her husband reached out with both hands and began to slide his fingers with exhilarating joy against her buttocks. Her fingers in turn ran against his cock. Up and down her fingers slid, loving every rapid, decisive bit of contact that took place between the two of them.
Her fingers kept ripping and sliding, moving along the base of his cock. All of the sudden she let go, and when she did she looked at Louis and smiled warmly.
"Stick your cock inside my ass hole," she sighed. "Come on, honey. Just let your cock thunder. I'm gonna give you the most beautiful target imaginable."
Ever so confidently, she got down on all fours in the same way that she had done with Rufus. She kept on twisting her hips passionately, moving them back and forth. As she did so, she prepared to receive the first few quick, twisting cock strokes from her lover. She wanted Louis to completely let himself go in a commanding fashion. She wanted him to drive his hot dick inside of her ass hole until he juiced.
"Come on, send your cock inside me," she teased. "Just look at my twisting butt. Don't you like that, Louis, baby?"
"I sure do. I just can't believe what's happening to this relationship," Louis laughed.
"You know, dear. This is the first time that you've laughed in days. That's a good sign."
"I hate to say it, but I think you're right," he nodded. "Baby, I guess this is the start of a new relationship between us. All I know is that I love the way I feel now."
He reached out and gripped at her buttocks. As he held onto them tightly, he pushed his hot, fiery dick toward her ass hole. Back and forth his peter made its commanding entrance inside of her ass hole. He kept driving his cock hard, working it with dagger-like impact inside of her. He was amazed at just how much he had to offer her once that he sent his long, determined peter inside of her anus.
"Keep fucking me," she sighed. "Darling, just drive your cock inside my ass. Move it real nice. Give me a nice fuck. Come on, honey. Ohhh, plant your cock. Darling, plant it inside my ass-hole. Come on, baby doll. Give me a fuck. A glorious fuck. A beautiful fuck. Ohhh, fuck it. Come on, honey. Let's really fuck it. Let your cock charge. Baby doll, ohhh, really let it charge."
He kept on manipulating his long cock forward. His whole body reacted sharply to every quick, captivating penis stroke that he asserted inside of her.
The harder and faster that his supercharged cock blasted inside of her, the nearer that he pushed himself to that exalted moment when the droplets of white cream would spill from his organ.
"Keep up the fucking," she exclaimed. "Come on, dear. You've got to step it up even more. You're getting closer. I know you are. You're so horny. Yes, the stuff's about to shoot out of you."
"I know it is," he gulped. "Baby, ohhh, you were so right. I can't believe how much better it feels now that I'm letting myself go. Now that I'm pushing my cock all the way inside of your ass-hole."
"I know. That's where the action is. Baby, come on, screw me. Screw my ass-hole."
Her hips spun back and forth a few more times. He slapped at Clara's buttocks, and right at that moment he watched the spraying drops of his peter fluid spill from the end of his erect phallus.
"This is it, the culmination, the beautiful moment," he told her.
As the spurting drops of thick, white liquid kept on spraying from the end of his tool, he reached out and grabbed her buttocks. He held on ever so tightly to her ass cheeks as the flowing droplets of cum kept on shooting from his dick and into her ass-hole.
He removed his cock a few moments later, then looked at his lover and smiled brightly.
"I can't believe the way you've brought me back from a sexual death," Louis said. "I hadn't realized it, but I was in pretty bad shape. It took this to fully awaken me. Now I'm completely awakened, honey. I just love it. I love the idea of fucking your ass-hole. Baby, I think I could even do it again. I know I could."
"Start by finger fucking me," she smiled encouragingly. "Come on, dear. Just slice your finger inside of my hot ass. Grind your finger real nice. Push it inside my ass-hole. Come on, my darling. You've got to do it. You've got to excite me. You've got to play with my ass-hole."
He moved his finger forward, letting it make rapid contact with her ass-hole. His finger kept on moving, pushing inside of her hot ass. The faster that he worked his finger, the more aroused that she became. She enjoyed his fast, decisive finger stabs. That hotter that he made her with his finger fucking, the more intrigued that she became and the more that she demanded.
"Finger me even faster," she sighed. "Baby, keep your finger sliding inside of my ass. Come on, dear. Really let your finger go. Plunge it. Baby doll, ahhh, just plunge it."
He worked his finger deep inside of her rectum. A big smile surfaced across his entire face. A few quick, jolting finger movements later, he released his finger from her ass-hole. Once again he could feel the fires burning inside of his testicles. He knew that he had to address himself to a good fuck. He wanted to slam his tool inside of her ass-hole until all of the fiery juices had shot from his rod.
"Here I go," Louis exclaimed. "I'm gonna send my dick into you. Baby, you're gonna receive some blasting jolts. Just get set for it."
He reached out and squeezed her buttocks. Once again she got down on all fours, nodding eagerly, preparing to receive his hot, energetic cock strokes.
"Now you're really moving," she smiled. "Come on, dear. Keep your cock pushing. Just drive it inside my ass-hole. Ohhh, baby doll, come on and slam your cock. Slam it real nice, darling. Yes, fuck me. Ohhh, fuck my ass. Fuck, ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The louder that she yelled the word fuck, the harder that he worked his long, flaming tool inside of her anus. He kept on penetrating beautifully, slamming his hot, energetic, flaming phallus ever so deeply inside of her. He kept working himself that much closer. He pushed and shoved with his cock, loving each and every racing stab. He now felt ever nearer to orgasm.
He slowed up his pace dramatically.
After all, he felt, it was imperative for him to maintain himself properly. If he unleashed every drop of his hot, white fluid prematurely, then the beautiful fuck would be over. He didn't want that to happen. He measured every convincing stab. All the while his heart kept pounding ever so thunderously as he worked is quick, stiff spear inside of her.
"Ohhh, fuck me," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, screw my ass-hole. Come on, screw it. I love the way that this is going. Just a few more jolts. Honey, ohhh, fuck. Come on, fuck it. Drive your cock into me. Ohhh, all the way into my ass-hole."
A few hard, stiff jolts later, he knew that the juices just had to flow. He decided to end on a high note, so he slammed his dagger-like dick into her as deeply as he knew how. A few quick, jolting cock plunges later, the juices began to shoot They splashed with wild joy out of the enc of his rod and into her ass-hole.
"Ohhh, baby, you brought this on," hi said. "You were the one who talked me ink this. I've got you to thank. Baby, ohhh, what a fuck you are. What a tight ass. You know, I'll be fucking your ass-hole a lot more in the future."
"What about your busy schedule?"
"Screw that," he said contemptuously. "I need a rest. I've been doing everybody's work. I'm getting sick of it."
"You don't know how good it makes me feel to hear you say that."
"And to think that your ass-hole is what finally brought out the truth," he laughed.
He patted his wife on the forehead, then kissed her lips. As he removed his lips tenderly from hers, he once more admired her beauty. Yes, Louis thought, he had been giving beautiful Clara the short end of their sexual relationship for all too long. As far as he was concerned, that phase of his life had come to an abrupt end. From there on out he would provide her with the attention that she deserved.
