Donna Allen

Wide-open wife

CHAPTER ONE

Joanna Barton arched her body so that when Gilbert Finch reached for the globes of her heavy tits they filled his palms like ripe fruit. She wore no bra beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, and her nipples were prodding his hands. She thought of her husband. She thought of how shocked he would be if he could see his boss, Gilbert Finch, with his hands on her tits. Finch had strong hands. Joanna was amazed at her own wantonness, at the unexpected realization that she liked to be handled this way.

She dropped to her knees in front of Finch, her hands fluttering at his crotch. She found his throbbing cock under the material of his pants. She dipped her face down to brush her lips against the bulge. She worked her fingers at the zipper of his fly.

Finch leered down at her. He sprawled back in his swivel chair. "Go to it, baby," he said. "My secretary never comes in here uninvited."

Joanna brought out his swollen cock. She stroked his thick meat, smiling. After almost ten years of marriage, this was the first time she'd ever handled any man's cock except her husband's. She told herself she was doing it to help her husband's career. Finch was regional sales manager for Warren Chemicals, and Joanna's husband was one of his salesmen. Michael wasn't very good at selling things. He certainly couldn't sell himself. He needed help. Joanna had decided to secretly help him by seducing Finch. She'd thought it would be difficult to go through with it. It turned out not to be difficult at all. It turned out to be enjoyable. She'd always thought of herself as a shy, quiet woman destined to lead a dull life. Now, with Finch's throbbing cock in her hand, her destiny seemed to have suddenly changed. She liked his uncircumcised cock. Her head bowed, she snaked out her tongue to lick the straining, exposed cockhead. She tilted her face so that she could look up at him and see his reaction. As her tongue swirled over, the head of his cock, the expression of pleasure on his face satisfied her expectations. She enjoyed giving him pleasure because she knew he could help her husband. She also enjoyed the taste of his cock.

Covering the fat cockhead with a series of wet kisses, she lapped at the puffy slit to coax out some of his fluid. When she closed her lips over him, he began pumping his cock into her mouth. His hands were on her tits again, his fingers digging at the resilient flesh. He pinched and tugged her nipples with his thumbs and fingers.

"Suck it!" he hissed.

Doubled over her like this, his hands clawing at her tits, Finch found himself staring down her back. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist and he could see her bikini panties stretched tight across her plump ass. She was a good-looking woman. His own wilt was a useless prune with a dried-up cunt. He'd always been jealous of Barton, and now here he had Barton's wife sucking on his cock and obviously enjoying it. He had great plans for Joanna Barton. He had great plans, indeed.

Joanna made soft mewling sounds as she took more of the raging cock into her mouth. Her hands guided the shaft. Her fingers played lightly over, the silky skin. She washed the turgid pole with her lips and tongue. She bobbed her head, slowly at first, then more rapidly. She took in the length of his throbbing cock until she had his hot cockhead pressing at the back of her throat. She thought she'd choke. But, she accommodated the long cock with the ease of swallowing a large popsicle. She took it all the way into her throat, sucking with a happy frenzy.

Finch moaned as the pressure in his balls increased. It seemed as if every nerve fiber in his cock registered the faintest touch of her warm, enveloping mouth. The suction of her lips became the center of all sensation in his body.

Joanna suddenly pulled her head away, leaving his saliva-coated cock aching with the shock of interrupted pleasure.

His eyes glazed, Finch vented a deep groan of irritation.

Joanna peered at the swollen cock and then looked up at him coquettishly. "I like your prick," she said. "It's like you. It's very strong.

Finch managed a short grunt. Barton's wife was turning out to be a juicy piece of ass. "Stand lip," he said.

Joanna looked surprised. "Don't you want me to finish?" She held his cock in one hand, aiming it toward her cheek. She could feel the shaft pulsating.

"I said stand up," Finch repeated.

She let his cock fail onto the tail of his crisp, white shirt. She stood up. Her skirt was pulled up high and twisted so that one side was nearly at her waist and the other at the bottom edge of her panties.

Extending his hand, Finch traced the bulge of her cunt with a fingertip.

"You're sopping wet with cuntjuice," he said.

He pushed his finger against her slippery, nylon-covered pussy. Then he moved his hands up to the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees.

Joanna found herself blushing. She still had a trace of her summer tan, and the bikini area was a pale white. Finch stroked his thumb possessively over the dark hair at her crotch. She had a thick bush of cunt-hair. She'd always thought of it as being very sexual, and she hoped Finch did, too. She wanted to turn him on. She wondered if he could smell her. She could feel the wetness on the insides of her thighs, and she wondered if men had a special sensitivity to the smell of a woman's juices.

Sliding his middle finger between her cuntlips, he slowly pushed it all the way up inside the dripping hole.

She stared at him, her breathing increasing in tempo. She spread her legs wide. She pulled her dress up higher so she could watch the movements of his fingers.

Finch chuckled. "You're really hot, aren't you? I like that. I like a woman who enjoys fucking. Do you like fucking, Joanna?"

"Yes!" she hissed.

"I never thought you'd be such a hot piece. You've got a great cunt – lots of hair and lots of juice. That's the way it's supposed to be, isn't it? I bet your husband has a fine old time with this pussy. Do you make him suck it? Tell me, Joanna, does Mike ever go down on this sweet little pussy?"

"Sometimes," she moaned. It was a lie. Her husband hardly ever did it.

Finch pulled his finger out of her wet cunt with a small popping sound. She watched in amazement as he wiped his finger off on his handkerchief. Then, as though she were nothing but a piece of machinery he'd just checked for flaws, he pulled up her panties and patted her ass. "Okay," he said. "You can kneel down again."

Joanna paled. "Aren't we going to fuck?" She felt strange talking like that to a man who wasn't her husband.

"No time," Finch said. "Just get down there and suck me off."

"Oh, God," she said. Her frustration was obvious. Finch seemed to enjoy it.

"On your knees," He said. There was a firmness in his voice that sent a shiver up her spine.

She sulked. She crouched down on her knees. She looked at his swollen cock without touching it.

"Suck it," he said.

She glanced up at him, blushing at the leer on his face. She knew she couldn't hold out against him. They both knew it.

Wetting her lips with her tongue, she closed her mouth over the swollen head of his cock.

Venting a deep grunt, Finch grabbed her ears and jammed his hard cock into her mouth. He fucked her mouth as though it were a cunt. The wet suction she applied was enough to get him off. He soon, blasted into her throat with a volley of hot jism. Her pliant, soft mouth sucked at his pulsating cock. Her tongue whipped against his fuck meat, urging out spurt after spurt of hot cum. She hadn't expected so much of it coming out of a man his age. She felt his body relax as she vacuumed the last drops into her throat. Her tongue curled out of her mouth to lewdly swab the dribble off her lips. She finally rose up and smoothed the wrinkles out of her blouse and skirt. A moment later, Finch's secretary buzzed him on the telephone. Joanna tossed him a nervous smile and walked out.

Joanna went home. Her husband was out of town again. She was thankful he wasn't there to see the guilty look in her eyes. She still had the taste of Finch's jism on her tongue. Mouthwash took care of that. The ache in her pussy was something else. She needed relief. Sucking Finch's cock and swallowing his jism had been terribly exciting. She knew that sooner or later she'd have to give in to the urge to masturbate. She had no qualms about it – it was something she did almost every day. It was healthy. It kept her relaxed and in control, but of course it wasn't enough. She'd always been a woman who liked sex with a partner. She liked the feel of a man's cock in her cunt. She liked a cock in her mouth. She liked sucking. There was something lewd and animal-like about moving her mouth up and down on a throbbing cock. The memory of Finch's prick in her mouth brought a quiver to her pussy. She was still highly stimulated by what she'd done with him.

She went to the bedroom and pulled the shades. It was past three o'clock and there were children playing in the street. Kicking off her shoes, she sank down on the bed. She stared vacantly at the ceiling. It was nice to have a day off from her secretarial job at the bank. She hated banks. She hated bankers. They were all so stuffy. They all seemed constipated. She giggled at the vulgar thought. She laid a hand across her tit. It felt warm and soft. She casually massaged the full mound of her tit. Her husband liked her tits, or so he said. You could never tell with Michael. Sometimes she wasn't certain whether she still turned him on. She liked it when he touched her tits. She liked touching them herself. They were nice to touch. The nipples always grew up long and hard, like tiny cocks demanding attention.

Her legs were spread apart. Moving her hand down, she cupped her palm over the furnace of her cunt.

Take it easy, she thought. Don't rush it. It's better if you don't rush it.

The touch of her hand on her cunt was delicious. She could masturbate without removing her panties. She'd always done it that way when she was a young girl. She was certain she'd had the wettest crotch of any girl in high school. Her clit was so sensitive it could respond to the slightest touch of her finger through the fabric of her panties. But of course it was always better when she was naked, when she could get her fingers inside her wet pussy.

She finally peeled her panties down to her knees. She remembered the way Finch had explored her cunt. He'd examined her the way you look at a horse's teeth. She shivered at the memory of it. She wondered if he'd want to see her again, if he'd want to fuck her. He was the first strange man she'd touched in ten years. She slipped her hand down across her clit and into the steaming heat of her cunt.

Her fingers probed into the folds. She slid one finger into the deep, clutching canal. The sensation was exquisite. Her pelvis began to rock back and forth with a fucking motion. One hand rubbing her tits and nipples, she used the other hand to massage her wet, overheated cunt.

She imagined herself with Finch. She imagined the hands on her body were his. She imagined he was getting ready to fill her quivering pussy with his strong cock. Her fingers fluttered over her cunt, spreading her juices between her cuntlips.

"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Please, fuck me!"

The words escaped out of her throat. Her fingers made a sucking sound as they massaged the heated tissues of her drenched pussy. Her breath came in a rasping wheeze. Her body quaked. She drummed her fingers across the stiff bud of her clit. She wanted a man. She wanted the feel of a hard cock inside her cunt. She wanted the feel of a man's meat churning her juices into a froth.

She felt her fluids gushing up with the first devastating contraction of her inner muscles. She spasmed and jackknifed her legs. The features of her face distorted in the throes of her climax. She pushed two fingers into the hot grip of her cunt-hole, fucking herself with a rapid, piston-like motion. As she mewled and groaned, her cuntjuice spurted out with each contraction of her belly. Gobs of juice trickled down the crack of her ass.

Later, when she had her breath back again, she stripped off her clothes and lay naked on the bed. She could feel the sweat under her arms and between her tits. The insides of her thighs were damp. Her cunt was hot and wet. One orgasm was never enough, and she knew that soon she'd need more.

She'd always found it hard to believe that no more than two men had ever had their cocks inside her pussy. One of the men had really been a young boy. The other man was the guy she'd married. She was one of those quiet types, one of those women who seethed with sexuality but never did much about it. All that would change now. After the session with Gilbert Finch, her life could never be the same again. She had too much sexual hunger to be content any more with an occasional bout with her husband.

The urge to masturbate was as strong as ever. She decided that this time she'd have more control. She left the bed and stood in front of the long closet mirror. She studied her body. She squeezed her tits together, flattening the firm globes one against the other. She had large, heavy tits. They were full, but not overdeveloped. When she released the pointed mounds, they sprang erect and resilient, their conical tips quivering. Whenever she handled her tits, the dark nipples always responded, hardening and becoming elongated, thickening like ripe buds. She turned her body to look at her ass. Her husband always insisted she had a luscious ass. She cupped her hands over the cheeks of her ass and squeezed. She pulled the cheeks apart. She massaged them with a rotating motion. Her most secret fantasy was to be fucked in the ass by a dominant man. No man, dominant or otherwise, had ever done it to her. She was too shy to ask her husband to do it – she was afraid she'd lose his respect. Maybe some man would soon do it to heir. Maybe when it happened she'd be too afraid to go through with it. Just thinking about it made her shiver.

She turned back to face the mirror. She stood with her legs apart and separated the pink lips of her cunt. She stared at the gaping hole. She thought of Finch's probing fingers. She pushed her own finger inside her cunt, but it wasn't enough. She desperately looked around for something. She finally grabbed a hairbrush off the dresser and pushed the handle up her cunt with a deep groan.

She fucked herself with the handle, pistoning it in and out, churning her cunt until her body at last convulsed in shattering orgasm.

CHAPTER TWO

Her husband telephoned the next day to let her know he'd be down in the southern part of the state at least another week. She went shopping. She bought a cute little dress in Harwood's Department Store. Returning to the car, she found herself being stared at by a tall, blond, sleepy-eyed young man wearing a pair of faded blue jeans which had been sheared off midway up his muscular thighs.

She climbed into the car, conscious of his eyes watching her body. She rolled down the window and stared back. He looked powerfully masculine. He had enormously broad shoulders and a deep golden tan. Shivering at the wild pounding of her heart, she called out to him.

"Can I give you a lift somewhere?"

He gazed at her with squinting eyes and walked over to the car. "Sure," he said. Opening the door, he climbed in beside her. They looked at each other a long moment. Once more, Joanna was conscious of his staring eyes.

"Where can I take you?" she said.

He smiled. He shrugged. "Wherever you're going," he said.

It was that easy. She'd never realized it could be that easy. She took him home. His name was Carl. Twenty minutes after meeting him, she found herself in her bedroom watching him drop his pants. She stared at the long, thick cock dangling between his legs.

Climbing on the bed, he gripped her knees and pulled her nude body toward him. He spread her legs. She clutched at the sides of the bed. When he had her where he wanted her, he brought his hands under her thighs and lowered his head until his chin rested atop the thick bush of her pubic hair. "I like hairy cunts," he said.

She blushed. She squirmed her crotch under his jaw. "Am I hairy?"

"You sure are."

He was a cunt-lover. He grinned. She blushed again when he pointed his face at her and flicked his tongue rapidly in and out of his mouth. She moaned and placed both her hands on the blond head bent over her exposed if pussy. He moved into action. He wound his arms around her thighs and pulled them apart. He plunged his mouth down on her pink lipped cunt and immediately covered the sensitive bud of her clitoris.

"Oh, God!" she moaned.

He pressed the flat of his tongue against the meat of her cunt. The excitement of having a complete stranger with his mouth on her open gash made her shiver. She was completely overcome by the exquisite sensations produced by his lapping.

"Lick it!" she hissed. "Lick my pussy!"

She felt as if she had a fire in her cunt. She bucked up her hips and mashed her hot, wet hole against his face. She could hear the slurping noises made by his saliva mixed with her own flowing cuntjuices.

It occurred to her that she was more turned on at this moment than she'd ever been with her husband. She felt like an animal and she loved every moment of it. She loved having a man down there slobbering over her twat. She loved the sucking noises made by his mouth. His tongue was hot and thick and churning. He probed every nook and cranny of her cunt. He licked and lapped her stiff clit. At intervals, he drilled his tongue into the depths of her cunt-hole and noisily slurped out her juice. She quivered each time his tongue-tip whipped over her swollen clit.

Then she felt his fingers stroking her cuntlips. He probed around her cunt-hole, pinching and tugging at the wet flaps on either side. His tongue still lapping her clit, he pushed a finger into the gaping mouth of her pussy. The combined sensation of his fingers and tongue brought a groan to her throat.

She felt his fingers pushing deeper into her crack. Her cunt stretched to accommodate their bulk. He shoved them all the way in and continued sucking the throbbing bud of her clit. She flexed and squeezed her cunt muscles on his hand. He pistoned his fingers in and out with a delicious fucking motion. She'd never before been so conscious of having a huge, gaping, sucking hole between her legs. Her cunt felt like a volcano. She could feel the oozing of her, hot cunt juice over his hand and mouth.

"Suck it!" she cried. "Suck me out!"

She rolled her head from side to side on the bed. Her hips ground up against his face. Grabbing his ears with her hands, she held his head in a vise-like grip and fucked her cunt at his mouth.

He suddenly pushed her thighs up so that her knees were touching her tits. He licked down over the lower part of her slit, and then she abruptly felt his tongue-tip on the tight, wrinkled opening of her asshole.

"Oh, damn you, you sonofabitch!" she hissed. "That's marvelous!"

While his fingers were still churning inside her cunt, he pushed his tongue into the rubbery grip of her shit-hole. A shock wave bolted up her spine. No one had ever done anything like that to her before. She'd never imagined it even in her wildest fantasies. The sensation was incredible. She mewled when she felt his tongue push deeper into her ass. The hot thickness of it filled her asshole with an unbelievably sweet, melting effect. He probed her stretched-out asshole. He forced open the sphincter and plunged his tongue deep inside. He continued ramming his tongue in and out of her asshole until she thought she'd scream from the intense delight. He finally returned his tongue to her neglected clit. He took it between his lips and nibbled at it with his teeth. He rolled it against his tongue and began sucking at it with a steady, pulling motion. He sucked at it like a baby at a nipple. She cried out again, when he suddenly pushed one of his fingers inside her abandoned asshole.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "I'm going to come!"

He drilled his finger into the depths of her ass. Flexing her ass muscles, she clamped down on it and groaned. He had a finger in her ass, two fingers in her cunt, and his mouth on her clit. As he sucked with his mouth and pumped with his hand, she bucked her pelvis like a wild woman. She put her own hands on her tits and pinched her nipples. She teetered on the brink of an orgasm, and then suddenly her belly was vibrating and she was coming. Her asshole and cunt-hole sucked at his fingers and her cuntjuice flowed out like a waterfall.

"Oh, God, yes!" she cried. "Suck me, you bastard! Suck everything out!"

She squealed and writhed and groaned. She finally rolled away and opened her eyes to see him crouching over her on his knees with his fist closed around the shaft of his cock. Her eyes wide with amazement, she watched him grunt and pump his meat until his cock spewed a geyser of white jism on her belly.

She went to the bathroom to clean up. Returning to the bedroom, she stood beside the bed and looked at him with lidded eyes.

"Is that what you usually do?"

His gaze raked over her tits and belly. She stared at his mouth and shivered at the memory of what he had done to her with it. His cock was still half-hard, the fat glans, purplish and swollen.

"What are you talking about?" he said.

Joanna shrugged. "Never mind," she said. He moved a hand down to his cock and fingered the thick shaft. "Suck my cock," he said.

She climbed on the bed and crouched over him. He shifted his body and touched her gaping lips with the head of his turgid cock.

Extending her tongue, she washed it over the glistening, tight skin of his cockhead. She felt peaceful. She felt as if her position there, kneeling between his legs with his cock at her lips, was the most natural thing in the world. She rolled her tongue over her lips to make them wet and smooth, and then she moved her head forward to take the knob of his cock into her mouth.

He was big. She had to stretch her lips as wide as possible to get him in. He had a luscious, meaty, swollen prick and the way it filled her mouth was delicious. He put his hands on her head. She could feel the pressure of his fingers urging her to suck on his fuckmeat. She wandered how many women had slobbered over his cock, how many mouths had sucked on it. She fingered his hairy balls, probing for his milk. She took him in until she had his cockhead jabbing at the back of her throat. The corners of her lips were stretched to the point of hurting. Her jaw was forced open as wide as possible.

"That's it!" he hissed. "That's the way, baby!"

She had one hand on his cock and the other underneath his balls. She thought about nothing except the hard meat in her mouth and in her hand. She sucked on his swollen cock and massaged his heavy balls. She pumped up and down on the shaft with her closed fist.

His hands were on her head, his fingers tangled in her hair. She sucked his cock with a steady rhythm. He bucked his hips up and down, fucking her face with the same motion. His turgid cock slid smoothly in and out of the tight ring of her lips.

He began to caress her hair. His hands moved down around the sides of her face and his fingers traced the junction of mouth and cock. She suddenly pulled her face away.

"Fuck me," she said.

He chuckled. "Sure, baby. Get off the bed and stand."

She was puzzled, but she obediently climbed off the bed to stand on the floor. He rose up behind her. He rubbed his swollen cock between her ass cheeks. She giggled and twisted around. His hot breath wafted against the nape of her neck. Clutching his rigid cock, he pulled back the foreskin and grinned.

"You like my cock?"

She laughed. "It's a nice one," she said.

"Turn around," he said.

She turned her back to him again. He sank to his knees and damped both hands on her hips. He pulled her backwards and plunged his face between her ass cheeks. He licked and kissed and sniffed, wallowing in a frenzy of uncontrolled lust. His tongue moved down and she trembled. She bent over to expose her cunt to his mouth. He promptly covered her with his face. His tongue pushed into the wet crack. He gathered her meat into his mouth and sucked on it until she quivered and moaned.

Abruptly straightening up, he told her to lean still further forward. She spread her legs wide and bent over. He kissed all along the curve of her spine from her ass to the back of her neck. Then he pulled her ass cheeks apart and poked a thick finger at her asshole. When she pulled away, he jerked her back.

"Take it easy." He chuckled. "It's not your ass I'm after."

He pushed her toward a chair. She grabbed the back of it and bent over with her hips thrust out. Gasping her thighs, he curved his fingers into the soft flesh and forced her to lift her ass higher. She offered no resistance now. His hands slid up over her stomach and cupped her heavy tits. He leaned on her with his belly pressing against her lower back and his cock pushing into the crack between her ass cheeks. He briefly rested his face between her shoulder blades. His fingers pinched her nipples until she winced.

"You ever had it this way?"

"No," she said.

She tightened her grip on the chair back. Prying open her cunt with his forefinger and thumb, he guided his cock into the mouth of her steaming cunt. She closed her eyes and moaned. The sensations accompanying the entry were exquisite. He grabbed her thighs again and dug his fingers into her flesh. Grunting, he pushed forward and drilled his cock into the hot grip of her juicy hole.

Joanna wriggled her hips, forcing her cunt back onto his rampant cock. He shifted his hands to her ass and spread open her ass cheeks so that he could watch his cock stroking in and out of her hairy cunt-mouth.

Joanna groaned. The fucking was wonderful, much better than she'd expected. He was crude and rough. Doubling over to offer a man her cunt from the rear was about the lewdest position she could imagine. The feel of his thick cock cleaving into her belly caused an explosion of lust to rattle her bones. She almost sobbed with the intensity of her feeling. She pushed her ass back against him. With each stroke, his belly slapped against her ass with a wet noise. He rammed her mercilessly, but she held tightly onto the chair and withstood his delicious pounding.

The channel of her cunt was now filled with juice, and his cock pistoned in and out with hardly any friction. Each time he rammed into her body, his fat glans butted against the opening of her womb. His head was thrown back, his body arched, his knees slightly bent. Joanna could hardly breathe. Sweat trickled down her face, and she felt beads of moisture gathering between her shoulder blades and in her crotch and in the crack of her ass. Her cunt seemed stretched out of all normal proportions, widened to the limit, a gaping, red gash that squelched and sucked and clung.

She was coming now. Her legs felt weak and rubbery. The ache in her stooped back was becoming intolerable. She began to work her pelvis back and forth in an unrestrained fucking movement. She wanted to help him get to the end. She cried out and whipped her head from side to side. Her body suddenly convulsed, and then she could feel his cock filling her twitching, quivering cunt with a flood of milky cum. He kept pumping and spurting, grunting each time he released a load.

He remained in the same stance with his feet apart and his legs planted solidly on the floor. He gazed down at the wet crack between the cheeks of her ass. He slid his softening cock in and out of her slimy, drenched cunt with short stabbing movements. His cock finally fell out and hung down, jerking but spent. Only then did he stand erect.

"You're a good fuck," he said.

Joanna slowly straightened up. She drew her legs together and sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked at his glistening, limp cock. Extending her hand, she curled her fingers under his heavy balls and pulled him forward.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "That's the way, baby."

She opened her mouth and sucked in his soft, slimy cock. She sucked and slobbered and slurped, cleaning him off, washing away the mixture of their juices. She tugged at his balls, squeezing them gently. When she finally released his cock, it was completely coated with her saliva. Her eyes lidded, she studied the dangling shaft and the fat knob. It was a handsome cock and she'd had pleasure from it. There were, other docks in the world, some better and some worse. If she could have her way, she'd have them all.

CHAPTER THREE

The moment Joanna walked into the Red Rooster Cocktail Lounge, she was certain she'd made a mistake. She had no experience with places like this. She'd been downtown paying some bills and it was just too hot to go on. She needed a cold drink and an hour of cool air.

The air in the place had a sharp, musty odor. There was soft lighting, almost too soft. The beat of sensuous rock music vibrated around the walls. A woman giggled and glasses tinkled. The young bartender looked at Joanna with a knowing smile.

"I'll have a daiquiri," Joanna said. Down the bar, a long-haired man with dark, brooding eyes smiled at her. She didn't smile back. Not here. You never knew about places like this. But the idea that he was interested turned her on. She settled down on the stool and crossed her legs. She flexed her thighs and made her cunt quiver. She felt lewd and wanton. Housewife Joanna Barton was sitting in a sleazy bar. Maybe it wasn't so sleazy. The people certainly looked decent enough. The women could be any of her friends. The men looked interesting, especially the one down the bar who was smiling at her again. She felt the heat in her crotch. She denied it. She ignored it. She pretended it wasn't there.

After the first drink, she went to the ladies' room. She walked into a booth and closed the door. She was bare-legged, just panties, a skirt and a blouse. She found a wide stain of white, sticky fluid in the crotch of bet panties. Her cunt had been dripping like a faucet. She cursed and scrubbed at the spot with toilet paper. After a long pee, she wiped herself carefully, not wanting to touch her swollen, hungry clit. She touched it anyway and moaned softly. She finally clenched her teeth and pulled her hand away from her hot pussy. She'd be damned if she'd beat off in a public toilet. She flushed the bowl and left the booth. She washed her hands and nearly ran out of the rest room.

"Hello doll."

The man who'd been eyeing her at the bar blocked the narrow little passageway outside the restrooms.

"Let me pass," Joanna said.

"What's your hurry, doll? Don't you want a little company?"

"No," she said. She tried to push around him, but there wasn't enough room. She suddenly felt his hands on the cheeks of her ass. They were standing in a public place filled with people, but no one seemed to care about what was happening.

"Please," she said. "Take your hands off me and let me go. I just came in here to cool off."

He smiled at her. He was tall. He had long hair and a moustache. He had an arrogant, sensual face and blazing eyes.

"Let me buy you a drink," he said. The clutching of hands on her ass caused her pussy to quiver and she finally yielded.

"At the bar," she said. At least the bartender would be there to protect her.

He let her pass and walked behind her with his hands on her ass, maneuvering her through the crowd. By the time they got to the bar, he had his hand inside the waistband of her skirt. "Don't do that," she said.

He chuckled. "You say don't do that, but you don't take my hand away." He gazed down the front of her blouse. "Luscious looking tits, doll."

She blushed. She was definitely turned onto him. She knew she shouldn't be, but there it was. He told the bartender to bring her a daiquiri. Everything was happening so fast. He had his hand down on her belly inside her skirt.

"Stop," she said. "Please, stop it. People will see us."

"Don't worry about that, doll. Nobody cares."

He was right about that – nobody seemed to care. He slipped his hand further down and tangled his fingers in her bush.

"You're pants are wet," he said. "You're juiced up, aren't you, doll?"

He massaged her clit with a fingertip. He probed her wet, sticky cunthole.

"Nothing in the world like a dripping pussy," he hissed.

"Please," she moaned. "Take me out of here!"

She walked out with him. He kept a firm grip on her arm. She thought she ought to make a break for it, but she knew she really wanted to go with him. At least her cunt did. Her cunt had a mind of its own. At the moment, the only thing her pussy wanted was the action of a hot cock.

He led her into an apartment building and up an elevator to an apartment on a high floor. He smiled at her as he unlocked the door.

"I'm Roy Price," he said. "What's your name, doll?"

"Joanna."

"Make yourself at home, Joanna. Take off your clothes and relax. Roy Price is going to fuck your brains out."

He had his clothes off before she had a chance to protest. He had a beautiful body. His shoulders were broad and he was strongly muscled. His hips were slender and his ass tight. The strength in his legs turned her on. His belly and legs were covered with a great deal of dark hair. The hair went from just below the navel clown to his crotch. An enormous cock jutted out of the mass of black crotch hair – beautiful, hard, hot, and dripping.

Joanne licked her lips. She stripped off her clothes and stood there not knowing what to do. He came to her with a laugh and lifted her up in his arms. He began caressing her body. She purred like a cat under his touch.

"You've got dimples in your ass," he said. He pressed the dimples. "Your husband's lucky."

"What makes you think I'm married?"

He chuckled. "Your wearing a wedding ring, dummy."

She blushed. "Okay, I'm married."

"Hubby doesn't, appreciate you any more, is that it, doll?"

"Never mind my husband," she said.

His hand was working over her clit and cunt. She gasped when one finger suddenly popped into the rubbery ring of her asshole.

"Oh, God, yes!" she said. "That feels good!"

She rocked her body up and down. She squirmed and panted. She swiveled her hips. She moaned at the way he massaged her clit with an expert thumb.

He wiggled a finger deep, inside her cunthole. The feel of the finger in her asshole threatened to make her come on the spot. She reached down between them and took hold of his cock. His fuck-meat throbbed under her fingers.

"That's it, baby!" he crooned. "Keep it up, doll."

She moaned at the three-fingered action. He had her clit, cunt-hole, and asshole vibrating like a musical instrument. Her crotch was on fire. She didn't want to come on his fingers. She wanted that big cock of his shoved up inside her.

"Fuck me!" she hissed.

He pulled his fingers out of her body and mounted her. His purplish, swollen cock lingered just inside the mouth of her cunt. His hands tugged at the plump cheeks of her ass, rolling her upward to give him a better angle. She felt her hips tilting upward, her cunt opening for him. Then he slammed his cock into her with a mighty groan. She spread her legs wide apart and grunted her pleasure.

"Christ, you're tight!" he said. The pressure of his hands on her ass grew more urgent. She tried to adjust her cunt to take all of him, but his cock hit bottom before she could do it.

"Get you ass up off the bed," he said.

He smiled at her with his hot, dark eyes. He lifted up her legs and pressed them back until her knees were on either side of her head. Her crotch was pointed at the ceiling. Her gaping cunt was at his mercy. No man had ever doubled her up like this. She knew he was now going to shove his cock in deeper than she'd ever had a cock before. A shudder passed over her body as he pushed the long pole of his fuck-meat down the steaming channel of her cunt. Her movements grew frantic. He held his cock deep inside her cunt, his balls smashed up against her asshole. She gyrated her hips, grinding her cunt on the long hot pole. Once again his hand was under her ass. She screamed with delight as a long finger suddenly shot into the tight ring of her shit-hole.

It was almost like having two cocks inside of her at once. She'd never dreamed such bliss could be possible. She opened her mouth and howled. His mammoth cock slammed in and out of her tight, hot pussy. He used long strokes, bringing it out so far that she was terrified it would slip out all the way.

His finger fucked deeply into her asshole, circling around inside, sending shivers of exquisite sensation up and down her spine. The hot pleasure flared out through her belly and crotch, her cunt and her clit, and without any warning, she cried out in the throes of an orgasm.

She felt completely stuffed with cock. Sweat ran between her bouncing tits like a river. Each time they slammed together, their wet flesh made a slapping noise.

"Hold on!" he growled.

"I can't!" she cried. "I can't!" He stroked his finger more vigorously inside her asshole, pumping it in and out and driving her up to another orgasm. Her cunt fluttered and grasped at his cock. He suddenly began plunging his fuck-meat in and out with a wild tempo, digging deep with each stroke into her boiling cunt. The finger fucking her asshole became frenzied. She hovered on the brink of another orgasm. She felt his body tighten. She heard a quick, indrawn gasp as he prepared for he final drive. He rammed his cock in to the hilt, barely leaving his balls outside. Her body heaved and humped. Her cuntjuice rolled out just as the first jet of his jism squirted into her spasming pussy. He shot off great volleys of cum, bathing her cunt-hole with his slimy white cream.

They lay there in each other's arms, spent and exhausted, savoring the last moments of their mutual orgasms.

After awhile she made him stretch out on his back. She crouched over him and began sucking his juice-coated cock. She kept sucking until the blood came back to stiffen his meat. She dipped her head up and down, licking and teasing him. Then she went all the way down on his cock, taking the immense length of it inside her mouth, letting it slide down past the back of her tongue and into her throat. He finally pushed her face away. He made her lie with her ass on the edge of the bed. He got on the floor on his knees and draped her legs over his shoulders. He looked up at her and grinned.

"You like having your cunt sucked?"

She smiled. She pulled a pillow under her head so she'd be able to watch him. "Doesn't everyone?"

She felt the furry beat of his tongue as it stabbed like liquid fire on her clit. She moaned and shook her head back and forth. Her legs dangled down his back, the knees bent at his shoulders. Spreading her open with both hands, he sucked on her juicy, hot cunt. He moved his mouth back and forth between clit and cunt-hole, churning her juice over her meat.

He abruptly removed his tongue and stood up. She groaned her disappointment.

"Roll over," he said.

With a flip of his big hands, he turned her over on the bed. He pulled her up on her knees. His hands worked at her, coming up from under her bush. A finger massaged her clit. Two fingers dug deep into the tunnel of her cunt. His fingers were thick and hard and as delicious as a cock. The walls of her cunt clutched and grabbed at them. The hot, sticky jism from the last fuck squished in the channel and dripped over his hand. With his hands under her like that, she felt like a pet mink being fondled by its owner. She was totally unprepared for the shock of his cockhead pressing at the tight ring of her asshole.

She screamed at the pain. "Oh, no, please, not that!"

"Hold still," he growled.

"Oh, God!"

"Just hold still, baby."

Her moans were muffled by the bedding. His fat, bulbous cockhead relentlessly pushed into the tight rubber ring of her virginal asshole.

"Oh, please!" she groaned. A shrill sounding howl rose out of her throat. She jerked her body back and forth. Her ass shifted from side to side as she attempted to get away from him. But she was caught. She was pinned by the fingers steadily working on her clit and cunt. Her cunt-hole tightly gripped the digits pushing inside her. The muscles dosing her ass also closed her cunt on his fingers.

"Relax!" he hissed.

"How can I relax when you're up my ass?"

Her body shook. There was no way to fight the hot bulb of his cockhead as it pushed against her asshole. Holding her breath, her eyes shut tight, she gave up the battle.

He pushed in a little at a time. The searing pain kept ripping through her, but despite the pain deep within her, she knew she did not want him to stop. She'd had heavy fantasies of having a cock up her ass and now she was getting it. She'd be getting every inch of this stranger's cock, without any mercy. Her tits rubbed against the bedding and turned her nipples into red-hot coals. She groaned. His cock felt bigger in her ass than it ever had in her cunt. The rubber ring of her asshole kept stretching. She imagined what it must look like – stretching out, unpuckering, the tiny, pinkish-brown hole opening wide enough to accept his huge cock, and then clamping down like a pair of lips around his meat.

She had him all the way up into her guts. She could feel every inch of his cock throbbing inside her shit-hole. She mewled with lust as her narrow opening became adjusted to the thick shaft. The combination of pleasure and pain was heavenly.

She was bathed in sweat. The cheeks of her ass jerked with each added fraction of an inch as he shoved his cock in deeper.

At last the tight, straining muscles of her ass stopped the struggle to expel him.

"That's it," he said.

The pain gradually dwindled. He was all the way in now. She could feel his balls tight and hard against her cunt. She forced her body to relax. She gave herself up to the hot waves of pleasure. She cringed and bit her lip when he began pistoning his cock in and out of her ass, but once again the pain decreased and there was only the pleasure. She began bucking her ass backward in order to meet him thrust for thrust. Her fists beat against the bed. She opened her mouth and cried out.

"Oh, God, I like it! I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm commming!"

He kept pumping in and out of her ass, and soon she felt the first spurting of his hot jism in her shit-hole. Grunting, she collapsed on the bed with saliva drooling out of her open mouth.

Later, when he pulled his cock out of the ring of her stretched asshole, she smiled, winced, and smiled again.

CHAPTER FOUR

"You're a luscious piece," Gilbert Finch said.

Joanna smiled. She sauntered across the living room floor on her high-heeled pumps. Her skirt was off, but she still had on her blouse and panties. She knew her legs looked good in high heels. This was the very first time Finch had been inside the house without her husband present. The wickedness of it turned her on, especially now that she already had her skirt off. She quivered at the memory of sucking off Finch in his office just a few days before. But he'd agreed to help Mike, and that was all that mattered. Or was it? She'd enjoyed having his cock in her mouth and his hot jism spewing down her throat. She couldn't deny that – she'd enjoyed every moment of it. She wanted him now. She stood before him and teased him with the nakedness of her fleshy thighs.

Finch's eyes settled on her crotch. He gazed at the curly black hair fringing out around the tight elastic leg bands of her panties. He reached up, slid his hands over her flared hips, and pulled her crotch toward his face. He pressed his mouth against her nylon-covered muff. He inhaled, the heady odor of her cunt. Joanna squirmed her body at the provocative feel of his mouth nibbling at her crotch. There was nothing in the world sexier than a man sniffing her cunt-smell.

She ran her palms down across his shoulders and back. She arched herself closer to his face. She looked down and smiled at the obvious bulge in his crotch.

"My panties are getting drenched," she said. "Let me take them off."

Finch grinned. "That's an offer I can't refuse." She gazed down at him with a lewd twist to her lips. There was something about him that excited her. Maybe it was the power he had over her. Or maybe it was his hairy hands. He reminded her of a gorilla.

She reached behind her back for the zipper of her blouse. Her braless tits pushed forward at his face. In a moment she had the blouse over her head and her eyes on Finch to catch his response. His eyes locked on the jiggling, supple globes of her tits. Joanna almost laughed when she saw his cock jerk in his pants.

She tossed her blouse away. She traced the tip of her moist tongue across her lips as she displayed her body. Finch ran his eyes up and down her long legs to the nakedness of her belly and thighs. The panties she wore were little more than a tiny triangle at her crotch. She peeled them off in a moment and tossed them after the blouse.

Turning away from him, she bent over to pick up her things. She was fully aware of how the plump mounds of her ass bulged out in his face. She wondered how much of her hairy cunt he could actually see from the back. Having him look at her pussy from the rear was terribly exciting.

Finch was also turned on by the pose. Rising up from his seat, he stepped behind her. He ran his hands over her shoulders and back. Then his hands moved down to grip the full spheres of her ass cheeks.

Joanna stood up straight. She pivoted around, swinging her tits into his chest. Her arms angled up around his neck. Her lips pressed against his earlobe. Her belly rotated against the bulge of his cock.

"I want you to fuck my brains out," she said.

Her hands slipped down to tug at the buttons of his shirt. Finch helped her, and soon they had his shirt off. Joanna unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Her fingers slipped inside his shorts to fondle his stiff cock.

Finch's body was tense. There were beads of sweat on his forehead. He groaned when Joanna's fingertips fluttered down to tickle his balls. He hurriedly peeled his pants and shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them.

Joanna rubbed and wiggled against him, nearly knocking him over backward.

"Jesus!" Finch said. "Let me get my shoes off!"

She laughed as he settled himself down on the floor. His erect cock speared out at his gut as he reached down to untie his shoes. She fell to her knees beside him. "Here, let me do that," she said. She pushed his hands aside. She straddled his legs and bent over to pull at his shoestrings. When she had his shoes and socks off, she shifted her body and deliberately brushed her nipples over his rigid cock. A grunt came out of Finch's throat when she briefly touched her lips to his cockhead.

Joanna blinked up at him with smoky eyes. A moment later she grabbed his cock and gobbled the long slab of fuck-meat into her wet mouth.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Finch groaned.

He shuddered at the friction of her sucking mouth. When she let his cock slip out of her mouth as suddenly as she'd slurped it in, he gave a grunt of disappointment. He hiked himself up on his elbows. He watched her smear his saliva-coated cock across both her nipples. The dark buds bloomed up long and hard.

Reaching for the swaying mounds of her tits, Finch used them like levers to pull her up to him. She guided her tits, one at a time, to his mouth. Her crotch-hair scrubbed over the sensitive underside of his cock. A flow of cuntjuice gushed out of her pussy to coat his throbbing meat.

Squirming her crotch over his cock, Joanna was finally able to position the mouth of her cunt-hole over his cockhead. She slipped over him like a well-oiled glove, sliding down until she had the whole shaft inside the steaming channel of her cunt.

She pumped her ass up and down with a rapid rhythm. Their bellies slapped against each other. Her tits rolled on his hairy chest. He wrapped his arms around her and took hold of her hips to pilot her movements.

"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "I love it!"

She hissed as he forced her to rub her slimy cunt up and down his cock. She wiggled her ass over him. She churned her wet pussy against his turgid pole. Her meaty thighs gripped him in a plush vise at his flanks. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as though she were clinging for dear life to a bucking bronco. Her body quaked as she jumped up and down on his cock. She was soon convulsed by the throes of a shattering orgasm. The strong, rhythmic contractions of her cunt muscles quickly brought him off. A fountain of hot jism gushed into the burning channel of her cunt.

They lay on the floor panting, their bodies covered with sweat and their crotches covered with a mixture of their juices.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Joanna said. "The floor's uncomfortable."

"You're a great fuck," Finch said.

He was on his back, propped up on some pillows, his legs splayed wide and bent at the knees, his long meaty cock extended against his belly.

Joanna was sitting on the bed facing his hairy crotch. She stared at big cock and balls with glazed eyes.

"This is sort of my show," Finch said. "I mean you'll do whatever I tell you to, won't you."

Joanna nodded. "That's the bargain," she said.

Finch grinned. "You're a bitchy cunt, Joanna. You were always a little stuck-up with me, weren't you?"

"Yes, I suppose I was," she said. "What I'd like right now is a rim-job." She looked at him with puzzled eyes. "I don't know what that is," she said.

He laughed. "It means you tickle my asshole with your tongue, Joanna. You ever do that to your husband?"

A flush of heat and lust washed over her body. "No," she said.

"Would you like to do it to me? Let me hear you say it."

She stared fixedly at the meaty cock now twitching over the heavy balls. "I'd like to rim you," she whispered.

Finch chuckled. He cupped a hand around his hairy, pink ball-sac. He lifted the baggy sac up against the base of his cock and exposed his hair-fringed, puckered asshole. "Be my guest," he said.

Bending forward, Joanna moved her face to the waiting shit-hole. She craned her neck. Extending her pink tongue, she licked at the wrinkled grommet of Finch's ass.

His cock twitched. He vented a short grunt and pushed up his ass against her face.

She pushed her tongue-tip into the tight hole. His asshole opened like a tiny flower, and soon she had the entire length of her tongue wriggling inside. Her wide-open mouth sucked at the ring of his asshole. Her nose pressed into the loose skin between his large, egg-shaped balls.

"Oh, yeah!" Finch hissed. "Go to it, baby! Give it to me! You keep that up and you'll get a load in your face!"

Pulling her mouth away, Joanna looked up at him. "Do you want me to suck your cock? Do you want to come in my mouth?"

His teeth pulled back in a grimace of lust, Finch moved away from her. "I'm going to fuck you," he said. "Oh, yes," Joanna groaned. "That's what I want. Fuck me, honey. Fuck me hard!"

The juice oozing out of her cunt had thoroughly coated the insides of her thighs. Finch gazed at the raw, gaping meat of her cunt. Sliding a hand down to her crotch, she pried open her cuntlips and showed him the brimming wet hole.

"Fuck me!" she hissed.

Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her hand away from her quivering cunt. "I'm going to screw your little asshole," he said. "I'm going to put my cock right where your tongue was. Would you like that? You ever had it in there? Does Mike ever fuck your ass?"

"I've done it before," Joanna said. "But you'll be careful, won't you?"

Finch chuckled. "Sure, baby. You get some lotion and grease up my cock yourself. We'll do it nice and easy. I've been thinking about fucking your sweet little ass for a long time."

Joanna blushed. "Have you?"

"Show it to me," he said.

"What?"

"Show me your asshole," he commanded. "Show me the shit-hole."

The lewdness of the request send a wild shiver up her spine. She turned her back to him and crouched on her knees with her ass in the air.

"Open it up," he said.

Trembling now, she reached her hands back and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"Sweet little asshole," he said. He stared at the smooth white globes lifted high in the air. He ran a finger in between the open juicy cunt and the small tight asshole. "Okay," he said. "Get the Vaseline."

She had some on the night table. A moment later she was spreading the clear jelly over his cock until it glistened like a greased drumstick. Lubricating the meat that would soon be shoved into her ass was exciting. After she finished, he had her push a gob of grease into her ass with her finger. Having him watch her while she fingerfucked her asshole was delicious.

He knelt, clutching his cock like a dagger. "Turn over," be said.

She did as he asked, burying her face into a pillow. He climbed behind her and pushed his fat cockmeat at the ring of her asshole. With the help of the Vaseline, he slid easily into the opening. Her asshole looked like a wrinkled toothless mouth swallowing down an oversized hotdog.

Joanna wiggled her ass. She grunted with each thrust as he rammed her bowels. Her body rocked back and forth beneath the attack of his rampant cock.

"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck my ass!"

"That's just what I'm doing," Finch hissed. "You've got a sweet little shit-hole, Joanna."

She reached her own hand below her belly to massage her clit. She rhythmically rotated her ass to the tempo of his strokes. He plowed into her in a fury. The ring of her asshole was a tight band around his cock, sucking him into its oily depths. His hairy balls slapped against her wet cunt with each stroke…

When he twisted his hand down to finger her cunt, Joanna pulled her own hand away and let him take over. She moaned when he pushed his middle finger into the gaping hole of her cunt.

Their connected bodies made the slurping sounds of fucking, the smacking noise of belly against ass, the muffled gurgle arising from Joanna's cunt as he pumped his finger in and out of her dripping hole.

Finch pounded away, oblivious to all but the tension building up in his balls, the tight asshole straining and sucking his bloated cock, the hot greasy cunt quaking on his fingers.

Joanna gyrated her ass back and forth to increase the power of his thrusts. Her body slick with sweat, her cunt gushing juice, her asshole clamping down on the penetrating cock-meat, she groaned and wheezed and mewled in a high-pitched voice.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"

His breath rasping, his eyes popping, Finch fucked like a machine run rampant. His legs suddenly locked and he jammed his cock in to the root. He caught his breath and a tremendous spasm shook his body. He gave a series of jerks as he shot his load, and then he finally fell on top of Joanna with his cock still speared in her ass.

Joanna squirmed her rump beneath him. "I didn't come yet," she whimpered. "Make me come!"

He robed off her. His soft cock slid out of her asshole with a popping noise.

"Turn over," he said.

She rolled over and looked up at him. "You've got to fuck me," she said. "Fuck my cunt."

Raising himself up on an elbow, Finch nodded toward his limp cock. "Clean it off," he said.

Joanna looked down at his shit-smeared prick and groaned. She made a move to get up. "Where do you think you're going?" Finch said. She turned to him with a confused look. "To the bathroom to get a washcloth."

He chuckled and leered at her. "Use your mouth, Joanna. Use your pretty little mouth."

She slowly crawled back onto the bed. She slithered on her stomach toward his dangling cock. She sniffed at his fuck-meat like a curious dog.

I'm turning into an animal, she thought. Extending her tongue, she began lapping at the discolored cock. A moment later, a low guttural moan of lust escaped from her throat. Drawing the cock into her mouth, she closed her eyes and sucked.

CHAPTER FIVE

"I missed you," Mike said.

They were undressing for bed after an evening out celebrating his return from the downstate selling trip. He could feel the effects of the liquor on his speech. He was unsteady on his feet. Still, it wasn't bad enough to prevent finishing off the evening with a round of solid fucking. He hadn't been near Joanna in twelve days and it was time. He could feel the tension in his balls. After ten years of marriage, she still turned him on. She was still something to, look at. Stretching out on the bed, he turned to watch her finish undressing. Her panties were coming down and he feasted his eyes on the contours of her luscious ass. He pictured the crinkled rosebud of her sweet little asshole. He'd often thought of giving it to her there, but he was sure she'd refuse – Joanna somehow didn't seem like the type of woman to take it up the ass. She was much too reserved, much too quiet. Sometimes he wondered how many of the orgasms she had were faked. He thought of her ass again and felt a slow throbbing in his dock.

"I missed you, too," Joanna said. She pushed her feet into a pair of slippers, lifted her nightgown and let it settle about her body.

"Enough to take the nightgown off?" He was almost sorry he'd said it. The liquor had tired him out and he had to get up early in the morning. Maybe he just wasn't as young as he thought he was.

Joanna gazed with lidded eyes at his soft cock. "You don't look too interested," she said.

He chuckled. He yawned. "The spirit's willing, but the flesh is weak," he said.

"It's been a long time," she said.

"Yeah, I know," he said. Her gaze fixed on his sluggish cock, Joanna licked her lips. "Do you want me to try?"

He felt his asshole pucker. "Be my guest, honey.

Removing her nightgown, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Her nipples were hard and crinkled. Mike chuckled and drew her to him. He squeezed her tits with both hands. "You're hot for it, aren't you?"

"Do you mind?" She purred under his hands. She lingered the soft tube of his cock. "He's getting some life in him," she said.

She gave him a coy look. She dropped her head and sucked his cock into her mouth. She massaged his fuckmeat with her tongue and lips.

"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "That's nice, baby!"

He was always thrilled when she went down on him. She was good at it tonight. She curled her tongue to provide a hot, juicy channel for his cock. Her lips were fluttery and wet, stripping and teasing his cockhead and the underside of his shaft.

"Good, lover?" She looked up at him from his cock, her eyes lewd and sparkling, her lips curved in a taunting leer. "Am I getting you there?"

He thrilled at the sight of her lovely face bisected by the now rigid shaft of his cock. Her eyes gleamed. Her red lips slurped wetly. Her restless tongue teased and probed, swirling over his cockhead. He grunted when she pushed the tip of her tongue into the slit. As her fist gripped his throbbing meat, she licked the juice put of the hole.

Without any, warning, she began pistoning her mouth up and down his shaft. Her teeth scraped on the upstroke. She seemed determined to take his load down her throat. He groaned and waited for the culmination.

But then her rhythm slowed. With a muffled giggle, she climbed over his body, straddled him facing his feet, and lowered her gaping cunt toward his mouth.

"Do me!" she gurgled.

He moved his hands up to clutch her hips. He pulled her dripping gash down to his face. The musky, female smell covered him completely. Stiffening his tongue, he probed her cunt and massaged her quivering clit with a rapid vibrating motion.

"That's good!" she hissed. "That's the way, lover!"

She sucked his cock more vigorously. She swiveled her hips and mashed her juice drenched cunt onto his face. His tongue pushed deep into her cunt-hole and his nose rubbed her clit. Grinding her cunt on his mouth, she came with a series of groans and whimpers.

After the last spasm, she pulled away from him and turned around to sit on his stomach. She cupped a heavy tit in each hand and pinched her long nipples.

"You could suck these awhile," she said. "You used to like to do that."

He groaned. "I'm really bushed, honey. Let's just fuck and go to sleep."

She looked down at him a long moment. Her face was impassive. "Of course, lover. Whatever you want."

Shifting her body back, she gripped his cock. Holding it firmly, she lowered her hips over the massive shaft. His cockhead slid smoothly into the steaming channel of her cunt. She began rocking back and forth, fucking his cock with a steady rhythm. He won gripped her swinging tits with his hands, bucked up his hips, and shot his load with a deep grunt. She went off to the bathroom to wash. By the time she returned, he was fast asleep.

Her mind fogged with a combination of alcohol and lust, Joanna stared down at her snaring husband. Moving as quietly as possible, she removed a pair of shorts and tank top out of a drawer. Turning off the bedroom light, she slipped out of the room. It's wrong, she thought, but I can't help it I can't help it at all.

Thirty minutes later, Joanna was in Roy Price's apartment. He had her kneeling on his bed, her head and shoulders down and her ass raised up in the air. She mewled when he bent and kissed her ass. He fondled the smooth flesh with his hands. He spread the cheeks and ran his fingers down the crack.

"Gorgeous ass," he said. "You've got hair around your asshole, did you know that?"

Joanna shivered in response. She waited for his cock. He slid his hands under her belly and pulled her up and back. Then she felt his body press against hers, the hair on his chest scratching her back. The heat of his crotch covered her ass. His cock probed between her legs. His hands moved down from her belly and pulled apart her hairy cuntlips. His cockhead hovered at the entrance. He finally positioned the knob in the socket of her cunt-mouth and pushed in with a long, smooth stroke.

Joanna groaned. She pressed her face into the bedspread to muffle her cry of delight. His hot cock plunged into her steaming cunt all the way to his balls. The walls of her pussy quivered and clutched at his rampant fuckmeat.

He pressed his body full length against hers. His hands moved up to cup her hanging tits. He squeezed them in rhythm to the thrusting of his cock. His crotch rubbed against the smooth skin of her ass. She could feel his balls slapping against her thighs each time he plunged forward.

"Christ, you've got a tight cunt!" he groaned. He screwed his cock in and out with obvious delight, rotating his hips to get the full feel of her juicy hole.

She could feel his cock swelling. Her cunt was so wet his meat made a slurping sound with each thrust in the sticky slime of her channel. She pounded her hands on the bed.

"Ooooohhh, God!" she crooned. "Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Come on, baby!" he growled. "Let it go!" She bobbed her head on the bed. The end of his cock pushed forward to hit bottom inside her cunt. She gasped and readied herself for the oncoming orgasm.

A moment later, she spun over the edge. Flames licked through her body and bullets of exploding passion went off all through her belly. The heat of the orgasm spread down her thighs and legs. She groaned and wailed. A shudder vibrated her belly when she realized he was still hard. His shaft was like an iron bar inside her tunnel. He was holding back his load of jism.

"Come in me!" she moaned. "Let me have it!"

Price chuckled. His cock was drowning in the hot cuntjuice pouring out of her hole. She had a lovely, tight cunt and he wanted to take his time. He liked to stay in control while a woman came under his cock. She was panting like a bitch in heat and he knew he had her. He held on to her thrashing body as she shuddered through another orgasm. Grinning down at her ass, he shoved his cock deep inside the hot grip of her clenching cunt.

"Oh, shit!" Joanna cried. "I'm coming again! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck my cunt!"

A load of cuntjuice gushed out of her pussy and drenched his balls.

"Well, that looks like fun!" a voice said.

Her mouth gaping with disbelief and shock, Joanna turned and saw a man with a dark moustache and a wide grin on his face.

"Joanna meet Alex," Roy said. "I invited Alex to join the party." He barely slowed the stroking of his cock in her cunt. "She's got the hottest pussy in town," Roy said.

"Don't let me interrupt you," Alex said. "I'll just sit over here and watch."

He moved to a chair and settled into it. Winking at Joanna, he began taking off his clothes. She was soon staring at a long cock dangling over a huge pair of balls. She felt a blush heat her face.

"Jesus, what a fuck!" Roy hissed. His breath came in short bursts. Alex grinned. His cock twitched and began coming to life. "Her cunt's like a barrel of hot butter," Roy said. He bent his body double and rammed his cock deep into the brimming channel.

Joanna gasped. The frenzy of the fucking wiped out all of the embarrassment and shame. Having another man watch while Roy fucked her was actually exciting.

"She sure looks good," Alex said. "You shoot a load in her yet?"

"Not yet," Roy said. "I've been dragging it out."

The lewd talk both horrified and thrilled Joanna. They were treating her like some domestic animal. They way they were talking, Roy could have been fucking a pig on a farm. She sobbed and buried her face in the covers.

Roy suddenly pushed her forward on the bed, pulled out his cock, and turned her over on her back. He quickly moved between her legs. She looked down at the swollen cock spearing towards her gaping cunt. She groaned and spread her legs wider, waiting for the plunge of the fat cockhead. A moment later, the knob pushed between the hairy flaps of her cunt and slid smoothly into the yawning hole.

"Oh, God, yes!" she cried. "It feels wonderful!"

Her cunt was wet and hungry. She wrapped her legs around his slim hips and pulled his throbbing cock into her body. The feel of his fuck-meat reaming out of her quivering channel was delicious.

"Jesus, look at her go!" Roy said. "She's all cunt!"

"Hell, I've got to have some of that!" Alex said. "Roll over and let me at her asshole!"

Roy grunted and flattened his body along Joanna's. He rolled them both sideways. His gloriously hard cock stayed right up inside her hot cunt. She clamped her thighs tightly around him and fucked at him with her pelvis.

"I'm so hot!" she moaned.

"That's the way," Roy said. "Just relax, baby. Old Alex will shove it up your asshole and we'll blast you from both ends."

She mewled in protest. "You'll kill me!" she whimpered.

Roy chuckled. "Just relax, honey. You'll come like you've never come before, I promise." He moved a hand up to work at her tit, cupping and fondling it between their bodies.

She was oblivious of everything but the stroking cock inside her cunt. He held her body close to keep his shaft firmly in her sheath. Each plunge scraped his cock-hair across her clit and set off explosions inside her quivering pussy. She felt the other man behind her, positioning her legs where he wanted them, touching and prying at the cheeks of her ass. Then there was a sharp stab at her asshole and she sucked in her breath.

"Easy, baby," Roy said. "Think about his lovely hot cock up your cunt. I'll hold still until Alex gets up your ass. Just relax and open up that sweet little shit-hole!"

He held her close. He mashed his mouth against hers and stifled her cry of pain. She felt Alex touch the wet tip of his cock to her asshole, push, pause, and push again. A searing pain bolted up her ass. She forced herself to concentrate and relax. Her tits felt like twin cones of fire pressing against Roy's chest.

Grunting and sweating, Alex pressed on. She had the most gorgeous ass he'd seen in years. He liked women with big, barrel-shaped asses. Roy had told him on the telephone that she was married. He wasn't surprised. He'd known more than one married woman with an urge to have her shit-hole reamed out by a cock and too bashful to ask her husband to do it. Alex was always ready to oblige. There was nothing in the world sweeter than jamming his cock into a tight little asshole. He could feel his hot, swollen cockhead easing in. The sphincter hugged and squeezed his fuck-meat.

A slow trickle of cuntjuice oozed across the head to wet it and lubricate the hot asshole for him. He poked and probed and finally slipped in. She'd had it before, but not too often. She was as tight as a virgin.

A deep groan rumbled out of Joanna's throat as the fat cock slid into her ass. She could no longer control the mounting passion that whipped at her body. The cock in her ass felt like a hot poker thrusting against the cock in her cunt. The two men began to move in a I slow, coordinated rhythm. Joanna went wild.

She felt pinned like a butterfly, powerless to move. She lay there sandwiched between the two rampant cocks. Her mind was overcome with a white heat of frenzied lust.

"Jesus Christ!" Alex groaned. "I'm so fucking hot, I can't hold it any more! Her asshole is so damned tight, it's pulling the cum right out of me!"

Roy gasped. "Okay, let's go!" They fucked frantically into her cunt and ass, smacking against her body. Their cocks pummeled her flesh like two battering rams. She quivered and convulsed. She tried to cry out, but the only sound that came out of her mouth was a gasp. She gurgled and moaned as their pounding cocks fucked her over the brink into a shuddering orgasm. They poured their hot fuck-juice into her cunt and asshole. They filled her with spurting jism until she was breathless and quaking.

"Yessss!" she cried. "I want it! Fuck me!" Keep fucking me! Yesss!"

The two men kept pumping into her body until they were completely spent. Puffing from their exertions, they pulled their wilting cocks out of her cunt-hole and asshole and left her lying on the bed. With two streams of warm sperm leaking out of her two holes, Joanna closed her eyes and moaned.

CHAPTER SIX

As a result of Joanna's sexual liberation, she started wearing more seductive clothes. One of the first people to notice the difference was Henry Claxton, her boss at the bank. Claxton had had his eyes on Joanna for years, but he'd always been too timid to make a move. She'd always seemed so reserved and sexless. It was obvious to him that something had happened now to change her life and her attitudes.

His desk faced her typing table, and one afternoon he found himself ogling her legs. He often wondered what kind of a sex life she had. She seemed like a cool, smart cookie, but there was no way to know about women like that. The outside cover was often no more than a disguise.

He looked over the top of the file he was reading and tried to penetrate the shadows between her slightly spread thighs. Her skirt lay loosely across her thighs, about half-way between her knees and crotch. Stolen glances at a woman's crotch often excited Claxton more than having the woman undress before him willingly.

His gaze traveled upward. He'd always thought she had nice tits. Her thin blouse clung to the shape of her sharp, upturned nipples. As she swung the top half of her body around to answer the ringing phone, her knees spread apart a little and he caught a brief but delightful view. She was wearing nylons and a garter belt. The interval of bare flesh between the stocking tops and her panties was mouthwatering. He could make out the dark triangle of her snatch through the thin white fabric of her panties.

She caught him looking and abruptly snapped her knees together. A spot of color appeared on each cheek and she dropped her eyes.

Claxton suddenly decided to make his pitch. "When I was a little boy," he said, "my idea of a good time was hiding under the bleacher seats and looking up the skirts of the girls."

Joanna stared at him, her eyes wide and steady. She certainly wasn't discouraging him. Claxton thought he even detected a slight opening of her knees.

"It's still my idea of a good time," he said, "But it's really for kids. I'm a big boy now with big-boy tastes." He smacked his lips. "I'll bet you taste like peaches and cream," he said.

She blushed crimson. Her mouth dropped open. A long moment passed, and then her lips turned up in a faint smile.

After that it was easy. He invited her to lunch. They held hands under the table at the restaurant. By the time they finished dessert, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to arrange the afternoon off at the bank and reserve a room at a motel.

Claxton was itching to get his hands on her, but he restrained himself. He did not want to take any chances and ruin it. You could never tell with a married woman. Sometimes they decided at the last moment not to go through with it. Once inside the motel room, they moved into each other's arms. Their lips merged in a wet kiss. The high, full mounds of her tits pressed against his chest. Her belly pushed delightfully against his crotch. He knew she could feel his cock. He pushed back against her belly to make her more aware of it.

He gripped her tightly around the back, then slid a hand down and over the springy bulge of her ass. He rubbed the lush curve of each ass cheek and the crack between them. He patted the plump mounds and let them quiver against his fingertips. His cock took on added length and thickness and its head swelled out large and bulbous.

When he finally released her, she stepped back and smiled at him.

"You've got knowing hands," she said.

"What does that mean?"

Joanna blushed and smiled again. "It means I like the feel of your hands on my ass."

"You like it, huh?"

"Yes, I like it."

He dropped his hand to the backs of her thighs. He raised her skirt and slipped his hand underneath it. He cupped the bulge of her ass, fingering the thin nylon parities which covered her. She swayed her hips as he traced the groove of her ass with his fingers. His finger tips finally slipped under her panties to stroke the naked fullness of an ass cheek. She responded with a murmur of approval. He slid his hand wholly into her panties and caressed both warm, rubbery cheeks. They were as firm as the ass of a teenager, but plump with maturity.

Claxton decided he might as well remove Joanna's panties, since he'd gone this far with her already. He liked the idea that her ass was sensitive. A nicely shaped woman's ass always turned him on, and he intended to do more with Joanna's ass than just squeeze it.

Joanna put up no resistance to having her pants pulled down. It was well understood by both of them that fucking was to be the main item on the agenda. Claxton gripped her panties at the top and drew them down. They pulled inside-out as they left her ass and pussy. He touched the warm inner crotch of the briefs and found it wet. Pushing the panties down to her legs, he dropped to his knees in front of her and caressed her stockings up and down. She leaned against his shoulder and raised her feet one at a time so that he could slip the panties off her shoes.

Now he ran his hands up the backs of her legs to the tops of her stockings and the warm full slabs of her thighs. He squeezed the pliant flesh. He slid his fingers underneath the garter straps and kneaded her thighs. The motion caused the lips of her pussy to rub against one another. Hot cuntjuice oozed out of the drooping, hairy lips.

He moved up his hands to cup her ass cheeks. He bounced the smooth, round masses, then gripped them hard and wiggled them.

"That's nice," she crooned. "I like that."

She moved back to the bed and stretched out fully clothed in the center of it. Her eyes lidded, she watched him strip. She smiled when he pulled his shorts away and exposed his dangling, thick cock. Stepping out of his shorts, he tossed them away and walked over to the side of the bed.

Joanna raised a hand toward his crotch.

Claxton chuckled. "Not yet," he said. "Let's get your clothes off."

He opened the fasteners of her skirt and tugged it down as she lifted her rump. He gazed at the fluffy thicket of her cunt-hair. The black curls were in vivid contrast with her white skin. The puffy outer lips of her cunt were pressed snugly together by her thighs.

He helped her sit up and removed her blouse. Her tits were cradled in a snug-fitting satin bra of pink and white. The canyon between their soft white slopes was deep and shadowy. As he bent to unhook her bra at the back, he kissed the upper slope of one of her bulging tits.

The bra gave way and he moved a hand around to the front. He reached in to grab the weight of a full tit in his hand. He lifted it free of the bra and closed his mouth over the large nipple with his teeth until Joanna moaned.

She twisted her shoulders, wiggling the tit in his mouth. His hand gripped the other breast and began to knead it. She reached for his dangling cock and lifted it to push back his foreskin. His cock stiffened. Shivering with excitement, she could feel it grow in her hand. She panted as he continued to suck her tit.

"Oh, shit!" she said. "That's good!"

He pulled his mouth off her tit with a sucking noise and moved to the other one. He trapped the hard nipple with his tongue, licking it up and down, lashing and sucking at it.

Joanna crooned. She adored the way he used his mouth on her breasts. The sucking made her as hot as a volcano. She could feel the cuntjuice dripping put of her hole to wet the insides of her thighs. She wanted something in there. She wanted the mouth of her cunt stretched by the hard slab of his fuckmeat. "Screw me!" she hissed. "Fuck me now!"

He popped the nipple he'd been sucking out of his mouth and squeezed her tits together with his hands. He lifted them as he rubbed them. The stiff red nipples vibrated as he bounced the soft flesh up and down.

He backed up and crouched down between her legs. He gripped her full thighs from underneath and spread them wide apart. He leaned close and studied her gaping red cunt. Black hair curled outward along each meaty lip. The hole was wet and brimming. Her clit was stiff and swollen like an angry red bean.

"Suck it!" she groaned. "Suck my pussy!"

He swooped down to the feast, his eager mouth sucking up the red meat of her cunt. The smell of her oozing gash filled his nostrils. Slippery warm fluid covered his face. He noisily sucked her wet cunt and drove his tongue deep into the steaming hole.

Joanna moaned and rubbed her thighs against the sides of his head. He slid his hands up the front of her body and clutched her tits. He squeezed and pulled at the rubbery globes as he sucked her cunt.

Joanna was overcome with lust. She no longer knew who she was or where she was – and she didn't care. All she knew was the exquisite sucking at her cunt and the slithering caress of his probing tongue. She began bucking her cunt against his face. He fastened his lips around the hard little bean of her clit and sucked and nibbled until a great shudder passed through her body. A wave of bliss rippled through her from head to toe.

"Oh. Jesus Christ, that's good!" she moaned.

He kept sucking her clit until she came down from her climax, and then he raised up his face and grinned. "I like the way you come," he said. "Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Oh, God, yes!"

He sat up. His long thick cock pointed at the ceiling, its huge red head exposed. She lay back with her legs parted. He took hold of one thigh with both hands and raised it up. Her knee bent and her foot slid along the bed. He left the leg propped up. Lowering his head, he licked her thigh above the top of her stocking. Then he began releasing her garter straps one by one. He licked her skin along the top of her stocking. He pulled her stocking down as far as her knee and trailed his tongue after it along her leg.

Moving around on the bed, he worked on the other stocking in the same way. Then he backed up, gripped both stocking tops and peeled them completely off her legs. Joanna moved her thighs apart and looked at him between her knees. She loved showing herself to him. It thrilled her to have him look at her cunt.

"It's a beautiful cunt," he said. He stroked gently with his fingertips. Wet and open, her cunt quivered under his touch. "Roll over," he said.

She turned over aid wondered what was coming next. She groaned when he took firm hold of her rubbery, plump ass cheeks and pulled them apart. She shivered at the knowledge that he was gazing at her exposed asshole. Then she felt his hot breath against her ass crack. Her asshole puckered in response. A moment later she cried out as she felt the wet surface of his tongue licking the ring of her shit-hole.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she moaned.

He licked at her asshole with a wet, slurping sound. She slowly rotated her ass against his face. He gripped her hips to hold her motionless and spread her ass cheeks even further apart. His tongue pressed against the muscular ring.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh, dear God!"

His tongue popped through the muscular sphincter and pushed into the depths of her ass. The realization that Henry Claxton had his tongue in her ass was almost too much to handle. The feel of it was pure heaven! Her anal muscles spasmed wildly as he moved his hot tongue in and out of her asshole. He thrust and withdrew and thrust again with a deliberate fucking rhythm. He rotated his tongue, reaming her shit-hole, making it softer and wider. She shivered and whimpered. He had her so exposed and vulnerable, he could easily jump on top of her and ram his cock up her ass.

But Claxton had no intention of fucking her up the ass. He popped his tongue out of her asshole and ordered her to roll over on her back. Instead of doing so, she sat up. Her eyes gleaming with lust and her mouth slack, she bent over his crotch. She gripped his stiff cock in one hand and cupped his balls in the other. Her hair fell against his thighs as he sat back on his heels. She clamped her wet mouth on as much of his cock as she could take in and began to suck on him with a slurping noise.

His cockhead throbbed and swelled as her hot tongue lapped over it. She tightened the ring of her lips behind the flared rim. His fat cockhead filled her mouth like a huge, juicy plum. She sucked and licked and drooled saliva over the knob and shaft of his rampant cock. He began pistoning his fuck-meat in and out of her mouth, and she answered by bobbing her head and fucking him back.

Claxton groaned. He thought of emptying a full load of cream into her mouth. He liked watching a woman's face when she was swallowing his jism. They always looked so hungry, as if their lives depended on getting that last drop of cum. But shooting off in Joanna's mouth could wait – he wanted to fuck her cunt.

He gripped her bobbing head and lifted it off his fat red cock. His cock-shaft swayed and jerked in front of her face.

"Fuck me now!" she crooned. "I need it!"

He made her stretch out on her back. Holding his cock in his hand, he mounted her. She groaned when he probed the head of his cock between her meaty cuntlips. The swollen knob pushed at the elastic cunt-mouth.

"Ready for it?" she hissed. "Fuck me!"

"Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock! Give me your cock!"

He lurched his hips forward to sink his long thick cock deep into the steaming channel of her slime-drenched cunt.

"Oh, God!" she moaned.

"Good?"

"It's wonderful!" He rested a moment to let his cock throb and soak in her pussy. His balls flattened against her crotch. She could feel the hair on his ball-sac tickling her ass.

He began to fuck. He used long, slow strokes, sinking deep each time, and then pulling out almost all the way before plunging in again. Joanna panted and writhed, pressing her eager cunt up to receive each powerful stroke.

Claxton supported his weight on his arms and watched the jiggling of her tits as she squirmed on his cock. Her thick nipples stood out long and hard. He liked the look of passion on her face as she panted through wet, parted lips. Her eyes were smoldering. She grunted each time he smacked his balls against her crotch. Her cunt was wet enough to make a sucking, slurping noise with each stroke.

"You want it now?"

"Yes!" she cried. "Let me have it! Make me come!"

Raising up her legs, she locked her ankles around his back. He began pistoning her cunt with a series of powerful, rapid strokes. Within moments, they were grunting and gurgling together as he emptied his balls into the hot mouth of her quivering cunt.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Listen," Gilbert Finch said, "it's a favor. You want me to do something for your husband and I want you to do something for me."

"I'm doing something for you," Joanna said. She was licking his balls. He had his pants and shorts off, and he was sitting on the top of his desk with one leg raised up so that she could get at him with her tongue. Finch's cock was only half hard, but his balls were big and tight. Joanna thought there was nothing more delicious than a heavy pair of balls in a tight sac. Careful not to miss a spot, she diligently covered his hairy balls with a coating of spit.

"I'm talking about taking care of Bert Garner," Finch said. "I'm your husband's boss, but Garner is my boss. He's the national sales manager and I want you to take care of him. You'll be a good little girl and do it, won't you, Joanna?"

Joanna was amused that anyone would call her a good little girl. She was almost thirty. Good little thirty-year-old girls didn't lick the balls of men who weren't their husbands. They didn't lick the balls of their husbands, either. Joanna decided that good little girls had boring lives. Maybe it was because she was slightly drunk after the double martini Finch had insisted she drink. She didn't care. She popped one of Finch's fat balls into her mouth and sucked on it as thought it were a juicy plum.

"That's nice," Finch said. "I like when you do that. My wife never sucks my balls."

Joanna pulled away and looked up at him. "Is your wife a good little girl?"

"My wife's a bitch."

Joanna giggled. "I always thought she was a good little girl."

"Are you going to take care of Garner?"

"Yes," Joanna said. "I don't have any choice, do I?"

If she had any choice, she didn't care to exercise it. In any case, Bert Garner turned out to be more fun that she expected. Three days after she'd agreed to be a good little girl, she and Bert were standing in a motel room stripped down to their skins.

His eyes wide, Garner fondled and hefted her heavy tits. "God, you're wild and exciting," he said. "I had my eyes on you at the convention last year."

Joanna kissed him on the mouth. Her tits mashed against his chest. She was turned on by the dark hair covering his arms and legs. Her hand jacked up and down his cock and made it throb and jerk.

"How would you like to fuck?" she said. "Tell me what you want."

He sucked in his breath and stated at her as if he couldn't believe it was really happening. He put his hand on the back of her head and hesitantly urged her down.

Joanna smiled at his cock. She ought to have guessed he'd want his meat in her mouth. She'd give him a good sucking – all the way. His wife was probably too stuffy to even dream of such a nasty thing.

Pursing her lips, she made them soft and wet with her tongue. She pointed his cock toward her mouth. He groaned when she lightly kissed the tip of it. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head. She sucked him deeply into her wide mouth and then drew back with her tongue vibrating along the underside of his jerking shaft. She smiled up at him.

"All the way," she said. "Don't be shy, honey. You can come in my mouth and I'll drink it down.

"Oh, Jesus!" he gasped. "You don't have to do anything like that."

"I want to!" Joanna hissed. "I love it!" She touched her fingertips to the sensitive underside of his cock.

"Oh, Jesus!" he moaned. "Will you let me suck your cunt? My wife never lets me do that."

Joanna laughed. "Of course, honey. You can suck my pussy for hours and hours." She rose up and kissed his mouth again. She took hold of his hand and placed it over her cunt. His finger probed between her slippery bloated cuntlips. She shuddered against him.

She wanted to just lie down and suck and fuck until they were exhausted.

Gainer vented a grunt and pushed his finger deep into her dripping cunt. Joanna moaned and tugged at his cock. Her pussy was drenched. Her cunt muscles sucked at his finger, drawing it in deeper as she spread her thighs.

He pushed her down on the bed. She wrapped her hand around his cock again. Lifting her thighs and twisting her hips, she put the tip of his cock against her puffy, slick cuntlips and slid up and clown against him. She jacked his cock at the same time. She nipped at the tip of his cock with her cunt-mouth.

"How does it feel?" she hissed.

"I can't wait!" he groaned.

Her tits pillowed against his chest as she panted in his ear. Her pussy nibbled and gobbled at his cock, her soft, silky muscles drawing him into her body.

She fucked her cunt down over him all the way and then drew back. His cock-shaft glistened with cuntjuice. She slid her hand up and down the slippery stalk. Scrambling around until her head was in his lap, she engulfed his cock with her mouth. She sucked him all the way in until his cockhead jabbed at the back of her throat. She pulled back with a slurping noise, her tongue massaging and kneading his hot fuck-meat.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" he groaned. He fucked his hips toward her face.

His cock throbbed as though it were ready to burst. The swollen cockhead pulsated and jerked. She palmed the knob a moment to feel the heat of it. Sitting up, she spread her thighs, moved a hand down to her, crotch, and began rubbing her clit.

"I'm dying for it!" she hissed. "I want you to suck my cunt and fuck it hard and spurt your cream inside me. Will you do that? I want your cock."

She squeezed her cunt and moaned. His cock was standing out like a rigid bar as he looked down at her splayed body. Grabbing his cock, he wrapped his fingers around the shaft.

"Christ, you're a crazy, fucking piece!" he said.

She spread her meaty, wet cuntlips apart with her fingers. Her cunt-mouth fluttered. Cuntjuice oozed out of the hole and trickled down the crack of her ass. She cupped one pointed tit with her hand and pressed out the nipple toward him. She opened her mouth and ran her wet tongue over her pursed lips.

"I'm going to suck you off," she said.

She was thrilled by the power she had over him. She lowered her head until her eyes were level with his rigid cock. She wrapped her arms around his hips and pressed the side of her face against the swollen knob. She kissed it with her open mouth.

He whispered in a husky voice. "Nice," he said.

She looked up at him past the throbbing shaft of his cock jutting out between his spread thighs. She took his cock in her hand and wet her lips again. She fingered the rigid muscle and then sucked her warm, wet lips down over the cockhead. His cock jerking in her mouth, he groaned softly. Garner watched her a long moment, and then he leaned back on his elbows and began fucking his hips up toward her face.

She did a good job. She was turned on by the whole scene and she could feel her pussy quivering. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She alternately tightened and loosened the ring of her lips. Her tongue massaged and swirled over the bulbous glans. She cupped his heavy balls and rolled them gently with her fingers.

He groaned again and settled further back on the bed. She sucked his balls in turn into her mouth and jacked his standing cock with her head. She licked under his balls and dug the point of her tongue into his asshole, smearing the muscular ring with saliva.

Garner twisted and moaned. Joanna shoved her mouth down over his cock again and teased his asshole with a fingertip. She could feel the throbbing in his cock and balls as he bucked and squirmed. She suddenly opened the back of her throat as wide as possible. His velvety, slick cockhead jammed against the soft tissues. She angled her head and pushed down. His hand came up to tangle in her hair. He held her face tightly against his crotch.

Joanna shuddered as his cock slid down her throat. Her lips were soon nuzzling his crotch hair at the root of his shaft. Garner grunted and groaned at the marvel of having his cock all the way down her hot throat.

"Shit!" he hissed. "You're eating me alive!"

He bucked and tossed under her face. His only desire was to let his swollen cock explode his hot juice into her throat and belly. Her throat milked him as she repeatedly swallowed. Her muscles massaged and vacuumed his fuck-meat. She shoved a finger into his asshole, screwing it around, pumping it in and out, fucking him with it.

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" he cried.

He bucked like a madman and let loose a deep gurgling sound out of his throat. His hot jism spewed into her mouth and gushed down her belly, jet after slippery jet sliding down her gullet. He shot and squirmed and shot again. She drank it all, her throat convulsing as she gulped it down.

The more she swallowed, the more he came. She felt his tight asshole sucking at her finger. His volcanic eruption was exciting. She screwed her finger out of his asshole and pulled her mouth off his cock. He lay there flat on his back, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He rolled his head back and forth, gasping and moaning. His cock was still stiff enough to fuck. Joanna climbed over him, straddled his crotch, and centered his cockhead at the mouth of her steaming cunt. She lowered her quivering pussy to engulf his saliva-coated shaft.

She lay on top of him, fucking his cock. Her long, thick nipples drilled into his chest. She squirmed on him and kicked her legs. She clamped her mouth over his and pushed her tongue between his lips.

He seemed only dimly aware that she was fucking him. He wrapped his arms around her back and cupped the plump cheeks of her ass. Then he began lifting against her, driving his cock deep into the grip of her slick cunt. She mewled as his pubic bone mashed against her clit. She started coming, her cunt convulsing on his cock, milking his rampant fuck-meat. Her tits swelled and hardened and stabbed at his chest. She had her tongue halfway down his throat.

She finally fell back on the bed with her hand on her cunt and her fingers stroking her clit. Supporting himself on one elbow, he watched her with amazed eyes. Joanna was amused.

"Doesn't your wife ever jerk off?"

"Jesus!" Garner hissed. "You're really something!"

"I need to come again," she said. "Is that so strange?"

"It turns me on…"

"Of course, it turns you on. Would you like to suck me? I let you'd like that. You can suck everything out. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Do it, Bert. Suck my cunt!"

She wanted his tongue running over her throbbing clit and fucking into her cunt-hole. "It's all yours," she said. "Suck me clean, honey!"

He made a mewling sound and dived down between her thighs. Clutching the cheeks of her ass with his hands, he raised up her crotch. He sniffed. He hesitated. She squirmed her pussy under his face. He finally couldn't resist it any more. His tongue washed over her gash and flattened her swollen cuntlips. "Oh, yes!" she groaned. "That's good! Do me everywhere! Lick my asshole. I love that!"

She pulled her knees back to offer the puckered ring of her asshole to his mouth. He'd obviously never done anything like it before. She was thrilled at the idea that her ass would be the very first to receive the attention of his mouth.

His head bobbed and tossed. His tongue lapped all over her crotch. He bathed her in warm saliva. She cupped the back of his head and pulled his mouth down to press against her cunt and asshole. She bucked her hips against his face as he tongue-fucked her cunt. A flood of juice gushed out of her hole to ooze over his mouth and chin. He ate her cunt like a hungry puppy. He licked and slurped as if he couldn't get enough of it.

"Do my ass!" she hissed.

With a low growl, he forced her to roll over onto her belly. She reached back with her hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Garner stared clown transfixed at the winking brown grommet of her asshole.

"Suck it!" she cried. "Eat my asshole out and make me come again!"

He swooped down. He cleaned the juice out of her cunt, scooping it up and running it into the crack. He licked her asshole, his tongue plucking at the rubbery ring and pushing inside.

"That's it!" she hissed. "Get it in there! God, it's lovely!"

He squirmed the entire length of his tongue into the grip of her shithole. Instinctively, he began fucking his tongue in and out of her ass. A shattering orgasm welled and lifted and crashed down around her.

"Fuck my ass, damn you!" she groaned. "Fuck my ass!"

He croaked and stammered. He made all the noises of a man who was being pushed too far. But then he gripped her ass cheeks and pressed his rigid cock against her saliva-slick asshole. With a deep grunt, he pushed his bloated cockhead into the grip of her shit-tube.

Joanna gyrated her ass, whipping it in circles, milking his cock by clenching her ass cheeks. She reached a hand down to stroke her cunt. She rolled his balls with her fingers until he began groaning to a climax.

His cock jetted and spewed a load of hot jism up her ass. She wailed into the pillow and came at the first feel of it. Gasping, her head swimming, she whipped around and grabbed his cock before it could go limp. She stuffed it into her mouth and began fucking it with her lips, cleaning it and sucking on it until he whimpered.

He cried out when she took his cock down her throat and made him come again. His sperm oozed from the tip of his cock and dribbled down her throat in a slippery string. She rose up on her knees over him. She put her hands on her hips and watched him gasping and sucking her breath.

Lifting a leg over him, she moved along his body until her crotch was above his face. Spreading her ass cheeks with her hands, she squatted down.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.

"Eat my ass!" she hissed. "Make me come again!"

Her eyes glittering, Joanna eased her jism filled asshole down over his waiting mouth.

She soon had him whimpering like a baby. He loved every minute of it. She squirmed around on his face until she succeeded in getting his nose into her cunt-hole. She rode out the rest of the evening like that – his nose in her cunt and his tongue in her ass. At the end of it, she had a huge orgasm and pissed on his face.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Joanna never saw much of her neighbors. A cantankerous old widower lived in one side of I the house, and a quiet middle-aged couple on the other side. Joanna had always thought the Lathams were quiet. Then one evening, as Joanna was sitting alone on the back porch, there was an unmistakable wild giggle coming from one of the Latham windows. It was a woman's voice, and Joanna guessed it belonged to Betty Latham. It was hard to imagine Betty giggling like that and Joanna found herself dying of curiosity. Mike was out of town again and Joanna was just too bored to sit still.

Joanna moved silently off the porch and crossed the short piece of ground to the Latham house. She stepped carefully up to the open window from which the giggle had come.

The Lathams were sitting on a sofa. Betty Latham had her heavy tits hanging out of her dress, and Ernie Latham was busy sucking at one of her fat, juicy nipples.

At least the nipples looked juicy. The unoccupied one was wet, so Joanna reasoned Ernie had recently had his mouth on it. Joanna thought how funny it was you could never tell anything about people until they had their clothes off. Betty Latham had always seemed so shy, and yet here she had these gorgeous, fruity tits. The Lathams had probably just been out for the evening and they were at the beginning or a carefree, intimate fuck. Joanna's heart raced when she realized she might be able to watch them in action.

Ernie was now hefting Betty's tits with his hands, squeezing and rubbing the milky white globes. He hauled her tits completely out of her dress and cupped them in his hands. He lowered his face and began lapping at the dark crease between them. His long tongue ran over the huge nipples with broad, wet strokes.

Betty moaned. She obviously loved having his mouth on her tits. She cupped his face with her hands, holding him to her tits, urging him on with soft words and gasps. She trembled and gurgled with excitement. She reached a hand down to grab the bulge at his crotch. Then she raised her arms, reached behind her neck, and began unzipping her dress. She giggled when Ernie playfully tongued her armpit.

"Let me get my dress off," she said. The dress opened. Betty shrugged it from her shoulders and unclasped the bra which had slipped down beneath her tits. She tossed it aside. The wispy bra fluttered down to the carpet. Her dress was bunched up at her hips now. Lifting her ass, she squirmed out of it, raised her legs, and, kicked it off her feet. All she wore now were bikini panties, a garter belt, and beige stockings.

Ernie grinned and leaned back to look at her. "You're still something to look at," he said.

Betty smiled and hefted her tits in her hands. "After all these years?"

He cupped his hand over her crotch and moved his mouth down to her tits. Her nipples were hard and swollen. He took a long, thick nipple into his mouth and worked his lips over it. His fingers dug into the flesh of her skin through the material of her panties. He pressed the nylon into the wet slit. The bikini panties drew into a tight wedge as the crotchpiece was sucked up into her pussy. Her drooping, pink cuntlips were exposed. Joanna could see them working like a mouth around Ernie's fingers. Betty's belly quivered and her hips twisted from side to side. She clamped a hand behind Ernie's head and rubbed her tits up and down against his wet mouth.

Betty's oilier hand slipped down to Ernie's crotch. She drew the zipper down. His fly gaped open. She reached in and found his cock. She pulled it out and held it with her fingers. His fuck-meat quivered and pulsed in her hand.

Joanne smiled at the sight of Ernie's prick. Her pussy gushed out a gob of hot cuntjuice to wet the insides of her thighs. She found herself making comparisons with other cocks she'd seen. Ernie's cock was wide and fat. The swollen knob was plum-shaped. A thin trickle of fluid ran clown out of the slit, Betty's hand closed around the thick shaft, and Joanna could see the fluid welling up against the web of skin between Betty's thumb and forefinger. Bucking up his hips. Ernie pistoned his cock through his wife's clenched hand.

Joanna bit her lip to stifle a moan. She pressed her hand against her throbbing cuntmound. She hoped Betty would suck him – she'd love to see something like that.

Betty now had both hands wrapped around Ernie's cock. She slowly stroked the shaft. His cockjuice flowed out in a thick stream. Her eyes narrowed, Betty watched the throbbing of her husband's bloated cockhead. Bending sideways, she brought her face down and kissed the slimy tip.

Then she straightened up, her lips smeared with his juice. Ernie moved his face up from her tits and kissed her mouth. Betty drew her knee up and spread her legs wide. She humped her crotch against his hand. He ran his fingertips over the exposed lips of her cunt.

Betty stopped pumping his cock. She held his swollen balls cradled in one hand. She ran her fingertips up and down the underside of his throbbing shaft.

"God, your cock is big tonight!" Betty crooned. "Let's get our clothes off!"

Ernie peeled off his jacket and shirt. Betty tugged at his pants and he raised his ass so she could draw them down. His cock jutted out from the opening of his boxer shorts. Betty had difficulty getting the shorts down, and finally Ernie grabbed hold of them himself and stripped them off.

He had a stocky body, with a muscular chest and big belly. He reminded Joanna of a hairy ape. She shivered as she watched Betty run her hands over Ernie's body. Betty's hands finally returned to Ernie's throbbing cock.

"Fuck me," Betty said. She fell back along the couch. One leg trailed to the floor, the other leg lifted and hooked over the back of the sofa. Her crotch was totally exposed. Her belly quivered and her fat tits heaved.

Ernie hooked his fingers under the elastic band of his wife's panties and drew them down. Betty pulled her legs together to help and then the panties were off, she spread them out again. This time her meaty cunt was naked tinder the eyes of her husband.

Ernie knelt or the couch between her legs. Holding his cock in one hand, he positioned it against her cunt-mouth. He pressed forward and slowly pushed his thick fuck-meat into the waiting hole. Betty moaned. A dreamy look spread over her face. Her cunt gorged itself on his cock. Inch by inch, she pulled his fat cock into her body. She groaned and panted and tossed her head from side to side. Ernie clutched and pulled at her billowing tits. He finally had his cock driven in to the hilt and his balls pressed against her ass.

Betty uttered a long sigh. "Oh, shit, that's good!" she said. She kicked up her legs and drummed her heels on his ass. She locked her ankles behind him. She bucked up her crotch to meet his belly. Her cunt rippled over his cock, gulping his rampant meat.

Ernie grunted and pushed into her. His ass tightened as he began stroking. His thrusts were slow and calculated. Betty's thighs rasped over his flanks. Her sweating belly slapped against his. Her hands moved feverishly over his back and sides. She slipped one hand down between their legs and cupped his swinging balls. Her fingers stroked the hairy, swollen sac. Her other hand moved over the cheeks of his ass and probed into the crack between them.

Joanna smirked when she saw Betty fingering Ernie's asshole.

Ernie twitched as Betty's middle finger slowly pushed into the tight ring of his shithole. He grunted as she began to simultaneously finger his ass and balls.

Joanna was sweating. Her hand pressed against her cunt as she rhythmically massaged her swollen clit. Her nipples were stiff with her arousal. She kept her eyes fixed on the junction between Ernie's cock and Betty's cunt. She'd never dreamed the sight of a cock pistoning in and out of a cunt could be so thrilling.

"Shoot it!" Betty hissed. "Fill my cunt!"

Ernie vaulted a deep grunt. His ass tightened around Betty's finger as he vigorously stroked in and out of her steaming hole. His hips bounced up and down. He clamped both hands under Betty, his fingers hooked into the fat cheeks of her ass, and he hauled her up to his cock. Cuntjuice flowed out of her pussy to soak her thighs and run down the crack of her ass.

"Give it to me!" Betty cried. "Fuck me hard!"

Ernie began to come. The hot jism gushed up out of his cock into the depths of Betty's boiling cunt. Betty moaned and worked her cunt muscles to milk his balls.

"I'm coming!" Betty groaned. "Don't stop fucking."

Joanna watched transfixed as the orgasm rippled through Betty's body. At the end, after the final spurt out of Ernie's cock, he sank heavily onto Betty's body with his broad back heaving and twitching.

Joanna couldn't stand any more. She turned away and moved back to her own house. Her cunt was on fire, the ache between her thighs unbearable. She hurried to her bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She lay down on the bed, her mind filled with the image of the Lathams fucking on their sofa. All the details were still vivid. She remembered just how Ernie's cock had moved in and out of Betty's dripping cunt. She remembered how their hips had pumped to the same rhythm. She remembered how Betty had squeezed his balls and jammed a finger up his ass. The vivid memory caused Joanna's cuntjuice to gush out in a flood. Her nipples stood out long and hard. Not touching herself at first, she kept her hands at her sides and remained motionless. She lay there with her legs wide apart, her mind focused on the throbbing of her cunt. Then she began stroking her tits. She kneaded the ripe globes and cupped them together. She began working her fingers on her swollen nipples. She brushed her palms back and forth across the turgid flubs until they ached. Then she rolled them with her fingertips.

Waves of tingling sensation shot out from her nipples, spread over her tits, and then rippled through her belly. She clenched her teeth and moaned softly. She slid a hand down between her widespread thighs.

Her pussy was flowing. She brushed her fingers along the unfurled cuntlips, tracing the folds of flesh. She continued stroking her nipples with the other hand. The dual sensation was marvelous.

Her fingers stroked more rapidly along the frothy cuntlips. She briefly massaged her throbbing clit. She slowly pushed her fingers into the oozing tunnel of her cunt.

Her body was soaked with perspiration. She heaved and lurched on the bed. Her thigh muscles tightened spasmodically as her belly rose and fell. Abandoning her swollen tits, she used both hands on her aunt. She used one hand to finger her cuntlips and clit, and the other hand to push three fingers in and out of her cunthole with a steady tempo. Her juices flowed out, oozing out of the steaming hole in a constant stream.

My hands aren't enough, she thought. She needed something in there.

Biting her lips, she thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow. She finally scrambled to the edge of the bed and reached for the telephone. She dialed a number. That's all it took – a few minutes of sweet talk. At last she put the phone down and lay back on the bed. She'd promised herself she'd never allow this to happen, but now the promise was broken.

She lay there with her fingers in her cunt, counting the minutes. Finally, a half hour after the telephone call, the front doorbell rang. Joanna hurried to answer it, and moments later Roy Price was in the house with a big grin on his face.

"You're hot for it, aren't you, honey?"

"Take your clothes off," Joanna hissed.

She took him to the bedroom. She sat on the bed with one hand fingering her cunt and the other hand holding his cock to her lips.

"Suck it," he said.

She arched her neck and let her tongue slide out. The tip quivered near his cock. She flicked her tongue at it like a snake. She moved her tongue aside at the last moment so that it fluttered past his knob without touching it. He groaned at the taunting delay. Lowering her mouth, she flicked out her tongue again. This time she touched him. Her tongue flattened on his balls and ran over them. She lapped the hairy sac with long, flat strokes. Holding his cock away with her hand, she tucked her tongue into the sweaty valley under his ball sac. Then she worked upward and tongued along the underside of his cock. His cock-shaft came alive in her mouth, rearing and bucking under her hips. She drew her hand away and let his cock swing freely against her face. Her tongue reached the rim behind his cockhead and curled around it, working below the velvet glans, circling and recircling, fluttering against the underside. His cockhead was swollen and glistening. She worked on his balls again. She used her hips this time, following the trail that her tongue had taken, kissing and sucking at the wrinkled flesh. She lifted his balls in her hand and kissed beneath them. She began sliding her lips along his cock-shaft, running her mouth up and down its length.

"Jesus!" he hissed. "Suck it!"

The slit in his cockhead gaped, and a single drop of fluid oozed out. It hung at the cleft a moment, then slid down. Joanna waited until the drop of jism was at the beginning of the shaft, and then she ran her tongue up to meet it. She lapped it up. She savored the flavor, running the drop over her tongue. Then she let it slide back to her throat and swallowed it.

Roy chuckled. "Did you swallow that?"

"Mmmmmm," she said. "Delicious."

"I'll come in your mouth, baby. You want that, don't you?" he said. His cock lurched. He flattened his hand behind her head and urged her down.

She began lapping his knob. She ran her lips over the velvet skin and pushed her tongue-tip into the gaping slit. A few more drops of cream oozed out. She tongued them away. Pulling back her tongue, she began using her lips. She kissed the tip and brushed her parted lips back and forth along the slit, so that the cream which bubbled out slid into her mouth. She finally formed a ring with her lips and closed her mouth down over his swollen cock.

"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "That's it, baby! That's it!"

She pushed her head down as far as it would go. His cockhead jammed against the back of her throat. Her mouth and lips nuzzled in his crotch-hair. She held him there a moment, savoring the total length of his cock, then she pulled her mouth back, keeping her lips, compressed in a tight ring. Pausing again, holding his cockhead in her mouth, she began sucking.

She hungered for his jism. She sucked with a slow, steady rhythm, a rhythm she knew would ultimately bring him to a climax.

Her lips slid up and down the shaft, her head moving like a well-oiled machine. Her tongue lashed back and forth against his bulging cockhead, which was dripping freely now, the juice running into her mouth to mix with her saliva.

His cock behaved like a piston, the shaft slippery with juice and saliva. He pumped it into her mouth, desperately seeking his release. She loved his impatience. There was a difference between sucking a cock and getting fucked in the mouth. The thrill was equal, but different.

She gripped his hips and began pulling and pushing. She tightened her lips and made a cunt of her mouth, holding her face steady now against his pistoning movements.

"Fuck me!" she gasped, the words muffled on his plunging cock.

He grasped her by the hair and jammed his cock deep into her throat. He fucked her mouth in a frenzy. She grabbed his balls, squeezing them as if to force the juice out under pressure.

He suddenly stiffened and moaned. A moment later, her mouth was filled with his come. Her eyes wide, she swallowed furiously, gulping each load down to make room for the next burst. She sucked and slurped and drained him.

CHAPTER NINE

While Joanna was swallowing her lover's jism, her husband was kissing a redhead named Laverne two hundred miles away in the southern part of the state.

Laverne's flicking tongue probed into Mike Barton's mouth. A flash of pleasure rippled up his spine. He squeezed her soft body in his arms. His hands moved along her back. He felt the delicious warmth of her flesh beneath her thin dress and wondered what she would be like naked. He had a sudden desire to tear off her clothes. He still loved Joanna, but this was something different. The old fire, the old excitement, the old passion had gone out of his marriage. After nearly ten years, he and Joanna had reached the point of taking each other for granted. Whenever they fucked, it was always the same dull ritual.

There was nothing dull about Laverne Davis. Mike pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and crushed her body against his. His hands traveled up her quivering sides. She drew in her breath sharply as his fingers neared her tits. She sighed a low moan of pleasure when he finally touched the swelling globes.

There was no way he could stop now. Through her clothes and the thin material of her bra, he felt the pliant resiliency of her firm tits. She murmured her approval as he cupped and squeezed each soft mound. Hot streaks of lust swept up from his balls and his cock began to rise. A short grunt came out of his throat when she touched him. Her hand cupped his swollen crotch. She squeezed his erect cock. A hot bolt of passion surged through him and his body jerked. She fondled his heavy cock and balls. He searched frantically for the zipper to her dress. After a brief struggle, he pulled her dress open and his hands touched her naked flesh. She clutched his cock more tightly as his fingers wandered over her bare skin. He finally found the clasp of her bra. She squeezed his cock and cupped his balls through his pants to encourage him.

The tight restraining band of her bra separated. A moment later his hands moved freely over the soft expanse of her naked back.

Opening his pants, she slipped her hand inside to touch the hard flesh of his aroused cock. She scooped his cock out of his pants and feasted her eyes on the rigid shaft.

"He's a beauty!" she said.

With a soft moan, she closed her hand around the thick cylinder of fuck-meat. She stroked it lightly along its full, bulging length.

"Christ!" she hissed. "You're hung, aren't you!"

Mike chuckled. "Enough?"

"Definitely enough," she said.

She squeezed his cock. His hands caressed the hot flesh of her naked back. He pulled the dress away from her shoulders. The dress fell down to bare her large, full-bodied tits.

"Nice!" he said.

Her tits were larger than he'd expected. The long, thick nipples were firmly erect. Laverne slipped her arms from the sleeves of her dress and it fell about her waist. Half-naked, she offered herself to his glittering eyes. His hands hefted the weight of her tits. The long, hard nipples grazed his sweating palms. His cock throbbed in her hand.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she said.

As they walked arm in arm, he watched her naked tits bounce and jiggle with each step. At the foot of the bed, she melted against him. Her crotch churned against his throbbing cock. He wrapped his arms around her warm body. His hands moved again to the fleshy softness of her bare tits. He cupped the firm mounds. She moaned, her pelvis pressing harder against his stiff cock. Her hand slipped down between their twisting bodies. Her fingers clasped his rampant shaft.

He pushed his tongue deep into her open mouth. She pulled away and smiled. He eagerly pushed her dress down over her hips. Her flashing eyes danced as the dress fell in a loose pile around her ankles.

She moved away from him. She was now clad only in brief blue bikini panties and pantyhose. She turned slowly to proudly display her provocative body. Her lips curled in a warm, inviting smile, her eyes remained fixed on his as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her pantyhose. She peeled the nylon down over her, thighs. Soon no more than her thin panties remained.

She walked forward slowly with a wide, sensuous smile on her lips. Her large, pink-tipped tits jutted like juicy cantaloupes. They begged for his touch. His swollen cock jerked in response. She reached for his cock as he leaned forward to kiss her tits.

His lips touched her thick nipples. She moaned softly and arched her tits up to his mouth. He drew the turgid nipple of her left tit into his mouth. His tongue swirled over the stiff bud. She trembled sand gave his hard cock a firm squeeze. His hand slid down to the wispy panties girding her crotch. He tugged the thin material down over her flaring hips. She vented a lusty groan.

With her panties down at her knees, the full warmth of her naked body lay bare to his searching hands. He cupped the firm cheeks of her ass. The fleshy mounds quivered as his fingers pushed into the deep crack. She shuddered with delight as he explored the sweaty valley between the cheeks. His fingers passed over the small wrinkled asshole to the pulsating moistness of her cunt. She gave a long, low moan.

Suddenly, she pulled away from him. She pushed her panties completely off naked now, she reached for him. His eyes clung to the ripeness of her nude body as she quickly undressed him. He focused on the thick patch of red curls at her cunt-mound. She grinned when he touched her there. She rubbed the throbbing wetness of her pussy against his probing fingers. His hand clutched the flowing moistness of her steaming gash.

Pushing his shirt from his shoulders, she now tore frantically at his belt. With a long, deep sigh, she sank down to her knees and tugged his pants and shorts down to his ankles. He raised his foot while she pulled his pants free. Then he raised his other foot. Now, like her, he was completely naked.

His bulging cock stood straight out from his belly. She leaned forward and the head of his cock brushed her cheek. Glancing up at him with a wide smile, she took hold of his cock, stroked it gently, stared at the gleaming cockhead, and rolled her tongue over her moist red lips.

He looked down at her. He imagined her with a huge prick filling her mouth. A wave of lust raced through his body. She leaned forward with her red lips pursed and kissed the bloated cockhead. Her pink tongue snaked out to lick the velvety knob. He groaned as she began licking the full length of his pulsating cock. Her wet tongue flicked over his hairy balls. Her vibrating tongue and nibbling lips set his body afire.

She now returned to the head of his cock, opened her mouth, and engulfed the pink knob.

He groaned as her wet lips closed over his flesh. She sucked and slurped, drawing his cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue whipped back and forth over his sensitive meat. He clutched her head, pumping his cock in and out of her warm, sucking mouth. She was obviously an expert cocksucker. She licked and sucked, bringing him to the very edge of a seething climax. Her hand rose to fondle his heavy balls. She drew the full length of him into her mouth until his cock pushed against the back of her throat.

Laverne finally gave Mike's cock a parting kiss and stood up. He pulled her into his arms and together they fell onto the bed. His hands roamed over her lush body. When her thighs opened wide, he probed the streaming wetness of her crotch. Her thick cuntlips pulsed under his fingers. He parted the meaty lips and skillfully caressed her stiff clit. She moaned in response and her hips rose from the bed. He eased a finger into her sopping cunt-hole. He pushed the finger deep inside and wriggled it in the inner heat of her cunt.

Grabbing his cock, she tried to pull him on top of her. But he wanted something else. He shifted on the bed until his head dipped between her gaping thighs. She vented a deep groan as his dancing tongue caressed her dripping cunt. Holding the lips of her pussy open with his fingers, he licked the entire length of her flowing slit, he tongued her quivering clit. Her hips jerked. His tongue plunged into the hot, pink cunt-flesh. He rubbed his face in her delicious warmth. The sweet, erotic taste of hot female juices filled his mouth.

Laverne quivered when Mike's nose brushed the tight ring of her asshole. They rolled over and she knelt over him. She buried his rigid cock in her warm, sucking mouth. Her head bobbed up and down. Her hand fondled his heavy balls. He pulled her down on top of him, so that her creamy thighs straddled his head. He stared up at the wonderful exposure of her hairy cunt. The thick, throbbing cuntlips, the moist, pink hole, the swollen button of her clit, all waited eagerly for his mouth. With a hand on her quivering ass, he pulled her hips down and buried his face in the hot folds of her pussy.

She gave a choked groan and lightly bit his cock. His tongue probed into her flowing gash. He eagerly slurped up the sweetness filling his mouth.

Laverne worked her lips over the fleshy knob of his cock, her tongue spinning around it, her mouth running over the full length of the shaft. She forced his bulging prick deep into her throat. Then she pulled away and twirled the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit at the tip of his cockhead. He bucked his hips, sending more of his rigid fuck-meat into her tight, sucking mouth.

He licked her pussy, working his tongue in and out of her juice slit like a miniature cock as Laverne busily lapped his balls. She stroked his cock with her hand and sucked his hairy nuts into her mouth, while he licked the full length of her dripping cunt.

She gave a sudden groan, when his tongue touched her puckered asshole. It was obvious to him she wanted some attention there. He deliberately returned to the tiny, wrinkled opening. His tongue twirled over it, covering the tight ring of muscle with a coating of saliva. She jerked her mouth from his balls.

"Put your finger in there!" she hissed.

"Finger-fuck my ass!"

The words sent a wild thrill rushing through his body. He brought a fingertip to the tiny, moistened shit-hole. She trembled as his finger pushed at the puckered hole. She sucked in her breath sharply. Her tiny asshole gripped his finger. He pushed harder, licking her cunt while his finger sank into her rubbery shithole.

Mike groaned when he suddenly felt Laverne's tongue lapping the crack of his ass. In a moment she was licking his asshole, her warm wet tongue spinning over and pushing at it. He almost came. Every nerve in his body tingled. She quickly jerked her head up to engulf his throbbing cock again. Her finger pushed at his asshole. He grunted as her finger rammed into his shit-hole and her teeth clamped down on his cock.

He buried his tongue in her hot, steaming cunt. His finger was in her asshole. Laverne groaned and mewled, wriggling her ass in response to the delicious penetration.

His body suddenly tensed and he jerked his face away from her crotch.

"Christ!" he groaned. "I'll come if you keep that up!"

It was too late. He could do nothing except moan and twist his body. He slammed his cock deep into her throat as hot, violent waves of ecstasy washed over him. His cock erupted, filling her mouth with his hot, spurting jism. She swallowed quickly and greedily. Her finger probed deep into his ass. He groaned and rolled his body. White jism spewed out of the corners of her clasping mouth and dribbled down the shaft of his cock. Again and again, he rammed his tongue deep into her hot cunt. She finally exploded, her hot sweet juices flooding his face, filling his mouth, and flowing into his throat. He drank deep from the well of her flowing cunt, slurping up the thick sweet juices and burying his face in her flooding crotch.

They lay there weak and gasping as the final ecstasy faded. They stretched out side by side. After awhile he felt a soft hand curl around his cock. He turned and gave her a weak smile.

"I think I'm fucked out," he said.

Laverne chuckled. "I'll have you up again in no time, honey. I'm good at that."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. If you think I'm going to let a cock like this get away with only one round, you're crazy."

She worked on him with her hand. She hadn't been lying when she said she was good at it. She soon had him hard again. He rolled on top of her and her thighs opened to him.

She guided the head of his cock into her wet, sticky cunt. His cock sank slowly into her hot pussy. She gave a small groan of pleasure. He began pumping with a slow, steady rhythm that gradually increased in tempo. Her dripping cunt sucked at his cock. He felt a delicious stirring in his belly.

"I'm going to come again!" he groaned.

He'd never been able to reach a second climax so quickly. He tried to hold it back, to prolong the pleasure, but he couldn't do it. His body twitched and convulsed as he finally shot his load of jism into her boiling cunt.

Laverne cried out and clawed at his back, her sharp fingernails digging into his flesh. The full length of his cock rammed into her hot cunt as she bucked her body.

He finally collapsed and rolled over on his side. She was on him then. She scrambled over him and squatted over his face. He flattened out on his back and looked up at her hairy, dripping crotch.

"Eat me!" she hissed. "Suck me out!"

He wrapped his arms around her ass. He pulled her towards him and opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out and running it up her trough, feeling the bristly hair tickle as his tongue wallowed in her cunt.

She whimpered and splayed her crotch over his face. She balanced herself while he lapped furiously at her dripping hole. He sucked at the quivering bean of her clit and then wiggled his tongue like a snake up her cunt-hole.

Cuntjuice dripped down over his face and into his waiting mouth. His tongue repeatedly slapped the inflamed lips of her pussy.

"Suck my cunt!" she groaned.

She had her thighs spread on each side of his head, the shiny red flower of her cunt directly over his mouth. He tongued into her gash, licking and lapping and twisting at it.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, that's good!" she cried.

She was close now. He worked in a frenzy to get her over the top. She moved her hips back and forth, sliding her wet cunt over his face, grinding her clit on his nose.

Suddenly, she was coming. She groaned and cried out, her belly convulsing. With a final deep grunt of unrestrained passion, she fell forward and collapsed on his body.

Exhausted, Mike closed his eyes. His last thought before sleeping was to wonder if he could ever get his wife to respond like Laverne.

CHAPTER TEN

Joanna knew that sooner or later she'd have to make a firm decision concerning the future of her marriage. There was no way she could continue her wild sexual escapades without Mike eventually becoming aware of them. The problem was that each new experience was more thrilling than the one before. There didn't seem any end to her need for variety. Then, one afternoon, she met Betty Latham's eighteen-year-old nephew, Andy. The brawny teenager came calling with an offer to mow the lawn. Joanna looked him up and down, checked out the bulge in his crotch, and quickly agreed.

She was alone in the house. She watched him from the living room window, her hand holding a cool daiquiri to soothe her nerves.

Christ, she thought, he's still wet behind the ears.

After he finished the lawn, she paid him off and invited him to the kitchen for a Coke.

He was a good-looking kid. He had a firm wide jaw and broad, sensuous lips. He had blue eyes and a shock of long, neatly cut blond hair. His body was muscular, with a broad chest and narrow waist. The bulge in his crotch pushed out his jeans in a way that made her quiver each time she glanced at it. There were times when he caught her glances and she wondered how experienced he was. He looked as though he had more maturity than his eighteen years. She imagined he'd probably be able to do everything she wanted him to in bed. She could picture his young cock thrusting deep into her wet cunt. She could picture him sucking on her tits while he brought her to an orgasm.

"I bet the girls are crazy about you," she said.

He blushed. "I don't have much to do with girls," he said.

Joanna laughed. "Oh, I don't believe that. Have you ever really kissed a girl?"

"Sure," he said.

"Like this?"

Before he could move, she bent over him. With her hand around his neck, she lowered her lips over his and pushed her tongue into his open mouth. She felt him stiffen and quiver. She broke away and gazed into his eyes.

"There," she said. "That didn't hurt a bit, did it?"

He shook his head and stared at her. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he found her attractive. His body was shaking. He almost looked drunk. She could imagine how his balls had tingled during the kiss. A glance down at his crotch revealed he was obviously growing a hard-on.

"Let's go to the living room," she said.

They sat down beside each other on the sofa.

"Put your arm around me," Joanna said. He hesitated. "Come on," she urged.

He shyly slid his arm behind her neck and held her shoulder with his hand. She snuggled against him. Her free hand rested gently on his thigh. "This feels good," she said. "You're not a boy, you know, you're a man. And a handsome one, too."

Her fingers began gently pressuring his leg. His hand pressed into her shoulder in response. She turned her face up to his and, as she opened her mouth, they kissed again. This time there was no hesitation. Their tongues blended together.

Joanna was fully aware of what she was doing and what was happening. She was kissing a teenage boy and it was turning her on. She sensed the sexual hunger burning in him. She knew there was only one way for this to end. Carefully sliding her hand up his leg, she gently felt his crotch.

His hard cock pushed against his pants. She closed her fingers around the shaft and squeezed. When she pulled at it, she could feel the foreskin slide over the cockhead. His body jerked and he moaned, but he continued kissing her. She felt him trembling. She knew that if she kept on with it, he'd shoot his load in his pants. She wanted more than that. Breaking away, she looked at his face.

"Come on, honey," she said. "This is no place to do anything."

She stood up and pulled him up next to her. They moved silently into the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, she paused. Turning to face him, she unzipped his fly and probed inside for his cock. She gently massaged his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead. His cock was stiff and firm. She used her other hand to unbutton his shirt. Her lips slid over his neck and she crooned into his ear.

"Come on," she said. "Get these clothes off."

A dazed look in his eyes, he sat down on the edge of the bed and began undressing. Moving away from him, she slipped off her dress and reached behind to unhook her bra. Moments later they were both naked. His eyes gleamed as he marveled at her tits, her hips, her trim waist, and the enticing tangle of hair at the junction of her thighs.

She reached out and pulled him to her. She pressed her tits against his chest, her firm, hard nipples pushing against his body. Her hips pushed his cock flat against his stomach.

He finally broke away. "Christ, you're beautiful!" he said.

Joanna smiled. "So are you." Her hand slipped down between them. She closed a firm hand over his cock and massaged its thickness. Then she dropped down to her knees. Her hands slid around and her nails dug into the flesh of his ass. She pulled his hips forward and closed her mouth over his cock. Her tongue lapped over the knob and lingered at the slit. She tasted the fluid oozing out of his piss-hole. Instinctively, he began moving his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. His eyes almost bulged from their sockets as he stared down at her. He seemed unable to absorb the reality of what was happening to him.

He quivered as her hands slid down from his ass to his legs. She caressed his calves, and then moved her hands up again over his hairy thighs. Her mouth bobbed up and down on his shaft. Her hanging tits swayed and jiggled like heavy fruit.

The boy's entire body was soon trembling out of control. His hands jerked her head forward. Holding her firmly against him, he shook and shuddered. His cock lunged into her mouth until he had his cockhead buried deep in her throat. A moment later, his cum erupted to spew in great gobs down her gullet.

He vented a series of deep grunts as he continued shooting his jism. Joanna moaned at the feel of his cum in her mouth, at the salty taste of it. She mewled with delight. She waited until his cock had partially softened, before she pulled away and looked up at him. Their eyes met and he smiled self-consciously at her.

"I didn't mean to come so fast," he muttered. "I just couldn't help it."

"I know, honey," she said. "Don't worry. I wanted it that way." She stood up and smiled. She carefully wiped her mouth. "Now we can get down to some solid fucking without worrying about you coming too soon. The second time always takes longer, or didn't you know that?"

"No, I didn't know," he said.

She reached out and took his soft cock in her fingers again. "I want this gorgeous cock in my pussy," she said. She knew her choice of words was shocking him, but she wanted to break down his inhibitions. "But if I'd have had you in there before, you'd have popped in two seconds and I'd have been left hanging. I like to come, too, but it takes longer for a woman." She tweaked his cock hard and grinned affectionately at him.

He laughed. He took her in his arms and embraced her. She thought for a moment she must be dreaming. Here was this teenage boy – handsome, muscular, and virile – making her body feel more gloriously alive than anyone else had in a long time.

His hands began exploring, his fingertips trailing over her neck, down her shoulders and across her tits. He cupped the fullness of each tit in his palms. He squeezed them hard and bent his head to kiss the nipples. He moved from one nipple to the other, back and forth, moaning his approval.

"Come on over to the bed," she said. "We might as well be comfortable."

He followed her, his hands continuing to run over her body. She decided to stretch out and let him have his way. She was curious to see how much he knew and how far he would go. He may have been inexperienced, but his instincts seemed to make up for it. His fingers moved under her tits and up the smooth slopes to her swollen nipples. His eyes devoured her. His hands finally slid down to the patch of dark hair that covered her cunt.

Joanna could feel her cuntlips dripping with excitement. The boy scooted down on the bed until his head was level with her crotch. He stared at the hairy bush of her pussy. He licked his lips and moved a hand to it.

"Go ahead," she said. "Open me up. Look all you want. Do what you want. Whatever you do will feel good."

His middle finger pushed in to probe her cunt-hole. He located her clit. It was firm and extended now, a quivering red bean impatient for attention. He began rubbing it back and forth, producing shivers of delight throughout her body. She finally gasped and pulled her hips back.

"What's the matter?" he said. "Doesn't that feel good?"

Joanna smiled and spread her legs again. "DO you know what that's called?"

He blushed. "Somebody told me girls like to be rubbed there."

Joanna chuckled. "That's my clitoris," she said. "It feels good when it's touched, but it's very sensitive. Maybe you ought to use your tongue instead of your finger."

He flushed.

"It's called eating pussy," she said.

"I know."

"If you're really a man, you'll like doing it."

He looked down at the hairy snatch before his eyes and hesitated. Joanna patted his head to encourage him.

"Try it," she said. "If you don't want to continue, you can stop."

He grinned. "Okay," he said. "I'll try it."

He crawled over her leg and positioned himself between her knees.

"Put sour hands in and spread me open," she said. "That way you can see what you're doing." He brought his hands forward, his fingers probing between her cuntlips and spreading her flesh. She gasped as he stared into her gaping cunt. His cock was hardening again, the shaft flexing and jerking from the excitement of handling her cunt.

"Give me your finger," she said. She guided him to her clit. "There," she said. "That's the place to go at it. Now get busy, honey. Show me how good you can eat pussy.

He slowly lowered his mouth into her steaming cunt. He extended his tongue. He licked up the crack and touched her clit, then gently massaged it with his tongue-tip. Joanna quivered and cried out.

"How's that?" he asked. "Okay?"

"Yes!" she hissed. "Go on, keep going!" He continued lapping her with his tongue, massaging the wet folds of cunt-meat.

"How do you like it?" she asked.

He lifted his head and grinned up at her. "Yeah," he said. "It turns me on. I'm ready to fuck now."

"Well, I'm not," she said. "I'm not wet enough yet. I've got to be real slick to let that cock of yours slide in and feel good. Keep sucking my pussy. When I'm ready, I'll be good and wet down there."

He bent down and closed his mouth over her cunt once more. His tongue pushed into her, this time with more enthusiasm. He had, a firm, thick tongue. He pushed it in and out, and then he found the opening and the tip of his tongue penetrated her cunthole. He licked around the hole, while his fingers massaged and squeezed her cuntlips. She could feel her clit responding and she moaned softly.

"Oh, yes, honey! That's it!"

Her body shook with delight. She moved her hips to match the rhythm of his tongue as it flicked in and out of her dripping pussy. She brought her own hands to her tits and began playing with them. She ran her thumbs over her nipples. Her fingers clutched at the firm, resilient flesh of her breasts.

He made noises as he sucked. She was delighted at this. He was obviously too inexperienced to fake it. They were the authentic noises of sucking and slurping. Nothing turned her on more than the noise of a man's mouth slurping at her cunt. She looked down and feasted her eyes on his muscular back and shoulders as he bent over her. She loved the sight of his fingers holding her cunt open while his mouth and tongue pushed into her.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "Harder! Deeper! Jesus God, I'm almost there! Don't stop now! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her cunt quivered and cuntjuice gushed out in a flood. She bucked her hips up to his face, feeling his tongue probe even deeper into here gash. She clenched her teeth as a series of shudders ripped through her body.

She slowly subsided after the final spasm. She let her hands trail down to touch his head. He continued sucking on her wet, dripping cunt. Then he rose up. He gazed over her belly at her tits, and then up at her face.

"Are you ready now?" he asked.

She chuckled. She put her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him up to her waiting mouth. His body slid across hers. His cock rubbed across her thighs and she felt the end of it nestle in her bush.

"Yes," she said. "Fuck me now. Give me that lovely, long cock, but put it in real slowly. I want to feel every inch of it going deep into my cunt. It's best when it's slow and easy."

He raised up end looked between their bodies. He began lowering his hips, pushing the bloated end of his cock into her cunt. She arched her back and spread her legs to help him. She gasped as she felt his thick fuck-meat penetrate her cunthole.

His cock slid in and slowly disappeared into her quivering pussy.

"Oh, Christ!" he groaned. He began moving his body. He gyrated his ass cheeks and rocked from side to side. Joanna concentrated on her cunt. She tightened her cunt muscles to enclose his cock more firmly in the grip of her sheath.

They both watched the pistoning movements of his cock as he stroked in and out.

"That's beautiful!" she hissed.

He settled down now, pressed against her sweaty body as he continued to pump his cock in her cunt. His smooth chest crushed her tits and rub bed across her nipples.

The boy groaned. His body trembled. "Oh, Christ!" he said.

She felt him quiver. His cock swelled thicker and firmer in her cunt. It rammed in and out, pile-driving her cunt. His fingers dug into the flesh of her tits. She clamped her cunt tighter around his cock and fucked her hips back at him.

He suddenly moved a hand down under her ass. His fingers searched the groove between the cheeks until he found her asshole. She vented a grunt of delight when he pushed a finger into her shit-hole.

Then with a loud cry, he pulled his finger out, wrapped both his arms around her back, and hugged her body. A final massive thrust of his hips announced his climax. He pushed his cock deep into her cunt and shot his load.

Joanna mewled as she felt his come shoot into her cunt. She moved her hips, gyrating her pelvis up and down and around. She was intent on gaining every last fraction of pleasure from the ultimate moment of the fuck.

She came once again as, the last drops of jism drained out of his balls. She dropped her head back and vented a long, loud animal cry.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"We've been neglecting each other," Mike said, "Now that I've got that promotion from Finch, we ought to start looking after each other again. What do you say, baby?"

A wave of guilt washed over Joanna. She still loved her husband, there was no doubt about that. Her frantic sexual activity had only been a substitute for his neglect. Now that he seemed himself again, maybe they could recapture the happiness of the early years of their marriage. She wanted that more than anything else in the world. Fucking eighteen-year-old kids was just not her cup of tea. She and Mike were together again, that was the important thing. They were touching, holding hands, fondling one another.

At last she put both hands on his waist and started unhooking his belt. She worked the fastener loose and eased the zipper down his fly. She pulled out the elastic waistband of his shorts and reached inside to grasp his turgid cock.

"Let's go in the other room," she said.

Once inside the bedroom, they quickly stripped off their clothes. Joanna lay down on the bed. She leaned back with her head on the pillow, watching his long slender body and the heavy sway of his cock and balls. Mike stopped at the edge of the bed and paused with one knee against the mattress. He gazed down at her.

"You've still got it where it counts," he grinned.

He eased himself across the bed. He rested his chest on her tits and kissed her mouth. Then he reached around her, forcing her body to twist against his. She felt his half-formed hard-on touch her pussy. She wriggled her hips to bring her crotch more firmly against him. She moved a thigh to make an opening. His cock slipped between her thighs and she immediately closed her legs on it.

They strained their bodies against cash other, using their lips, hands, and legs. He held her in a strong yet gentle embrace, his body in constant motion against hers. His cock rose hot and hard between her thighs.

Joanna finally pushed him away and made him stretch out on his back on the bed. First she kissed his lips, lightly at the beginning, then with increasing passion. She felt him respond. She drove her tongue into his mouth. She gyrated her crotch on his straining cock. She slid her tongue over his face, bathing his jaws. She tongued his chin, stretched her mouth over it, sucked it in and held it, nibbling at his skin. She slipped down to kiss his shoulders and chest. Her tongue continued to bathe him, to caress the hard contours and depressions made by his muscles.

His hands moved from her back and slid between their bodies to grab the swaying fullness of her tits. As she plunged her lips and tongue across the surface of his chest, her nipples barely touched him. He gripped her fruity tits close to her chest wall. He pinched her nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. She licked a path across his broad chest, flattening the hairs against his skin. Her tongue traced the lower end of his rib cage. She lapped his navel and all the tight flesh around it. Moving down, she ran her tongue along the length of his cock-shaft. His cock lifted and the throbbing tip pressed against her nose. She continued moving down. She sucked his balls into her mouth. Her fingertips moved over the coating of saliva she'd left on his cock. His hands caressed her shoulders and the sides of her face. For a long while, she held his balls, shifting them against her tongue, pressing them against the roof of her mouth. She pulled and tugged at his balls until he groaned and tried to push her away. She grasped the undersides of his thighs, positioned them against her shoulders and moved her hands to the backs of his knees.

She gripped his balls with her lips and pulled upward. Once his ass was raised above the mattress, she released his balls and held them up against his cock to keep them from falling down. Her tongue plowed into the crease between his ass cheeks. She probed the dark crevice until she felt his heated asshole constrict against her touch. He immediately tensed. She could feel his legs trembling across her back and shoulders. Her tongue-tip passed back and forth over his asshole. She could fed the sphincter muscles tighten with each stroke.

She suddenly plunged her tongue into the muscular ring. A shudder ran through Mike's body.

"Oh, baby!" he gasped.

He grunted and groaned. His obvious pleasure drove her on. She continued pressing her tongue against the tight ring of his asshole. She pulled back, collected saliva on her tongue, and pressed forward again. This time she pushed her tongue deep into the puckered hole.

He moaned in response. His fingers twisted in her hair. His legs swayed from side to side.

Probing and thrusting, her tongue moved in and out of his asshole. She screwed into the tight ring of muscle. Her hands crept across his belly and toyed with his flaring cockhead. Her forehead pressed on the base of his cock. His balls slipped down to rest against her eyelids and the bridge of her nose.

His head finally dropped back on the pillow and he went limp. His asshole loosened and opened like a tiny mouth. Joanna immediately shot her tongue into the hot, muscular opening. This time she was in as deep as possible, down to the very root of her tongue. She slithered her tongue in and out, fucking him with a slow, steady rhythm.

After awhile he vented a deep grunt and pulled her face away from his ass. He drew her up along his body. Her tits grazed his balls.

One nipple traced the length of his cock, while the other followed a course along his thigh and hip and over his belly. She pressed her body against his swollen cock-shaft. Her cunt rode the underside of his hard fuck-meat. He pulled her face down on his and probed her mouth in the same way that hers had probed his asshole.

He finally rolled her over and rose above her to straddle her body on his hands and knees. He licked her tits and rubbed his lips over the hard, upthrust nipples. Then he swung around and positioned his cock over her face. His mouth descended into the tangle of her crotch hair. His jaws opened wide and his mouth covered her cunt-bush. His lips and tongue worked into the open, steaming gash of her pussy. He possessively sucked her clit between his teeth. He lowered his hips to bring his cock toward her mouth. Joanna used both hands to grab it and pull the cockhead down.

Extending her tongue, she lapped up the bead of creamy liquid at the tip of his cock. She pulled the swollen cockhead against her lips, kissed it briefly, and then opened her mouth to engulf it. She used her free hand to reach up and grasp his ball-sac.

Her belly muscles quivered as his tongue fluttered over her pussy. His cockhead struck the back of her throat. The heat of her mouth covered the length of his cock-shaft. He whipped his tongue over her pussy in response to the sucking movements of her mouth on his cock. He lapped the pink flaps of her cuntlips and the wet flesh between them. He touched her cunthole, dabbed against it, and then pushed his tongue into it.

Joanna whimpered. Her lips clamped down harder on his cock-shaft. She bucked her steaming cunt against his face.

He finally grabbed her waist and rolled her over so that she was straddled above him. She lowered herself onto his body. Her head rose and fell, her lips solidly gripping his thrusting cock. His hands held the backs of her thighs as he buried his face in the gaping, wet trough of her crotch.

Joanna writhed and slid herself across his chest and belly. She could think of nothing except the massive pillar of cock-flesh in her mouth and the thrusting tongue in her burning cunt. She played her mouth over his rampant cock, traced her fingers over the broad base, probed the piss-hole with her tongue-tip, and sucked noisily on the fruity glans. She kissed the base of his cock and tried to reach below it to lick his balls. She teased his cock and felt the steady flow of fluid collecting at the tip. She held off sucking at the cockhead again.

Instead, she lapped the sides and base, her fingers spreading the viscous fluid over the plum-shaped knob.

Mike strained and groaned as he drove his tongue deeper into Joanna's cunt. She raised her head again and brought her mouth down over his cock. The hard slab of muscle slid through the ring formed by her lips. Her jaws stretched wide to take the full width of him. Her lips were finally at the base of his cock and her nose pressed into his crotch-hair. When her lips came off his cock, streams of saliva dribbled out of her mouth to coat his swollen balls.

"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Please fuck me!" He chuckled. His hands gripped her and he slipped his body from under hers.

"You really want it?" he said.

She nodded. She closed her eyes as his hands stroked the skin along the tops of her thighs. "Yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

"Tell me how you want it," he said. His swaying cock was poised above her cunt. He let the cockhead touch her belly. "Tell me," he hissed.

"I want you to fuck me!" she groaned. "I want your cock inside me! I want it inside my cunt!"

"Put it in, baby."

He remained in place, kneeling with his crotch directly over hers. She opened her eyes long enough to see where he was. His massive cock hung suspended, swaying in the air above her yearning cunt. She grabbed the shaft in both hands and forced it downward. She brought his cockhead against her pulsing cuntlips. She bucked upward, driving the heat of her cunt-hole against his glans. Her downward pull on his shaft forced him to lower his hips. In a moment the tip of his cock was captured by the clutching grip of her pussy. He gradually let his hips descend, his cock sliding into the channel of her dripping cunt. His thighs and crotch were finally pressed against hers.

Joanna could feel his balls hanging low against her crotch. His thick cock stretched her cunt to its limits. He rested his weight on her, pressing his pubic bone against her bloated cuntlips.

"Tell me how you want it," he said.

She gasped against his ear. "Fuck me!" she said. "Fuck me hard!" He began fucking her, jamming his cock in and out of her hungry cunt with deep-throated grunts of unbridled lust. Joanna opened her legs wide to expose all of her crotch to his hammering thrusts. The force of his lust was delicious. His pistoning cock produced a sensation of exquisite fullness. She adored the way his fuck-meat pounded her body. She shivered at the marvelous slapping of his balls against her wet crotch. She urged him on, bucking her hips in response to the pistoning of his cock in the flooded channel of her cunt.

Mike was grunting now with the exertion and excitement of his fucking. He hammered relentlessly, ramming his cock with deep thrusts. Then, without any warning, he suddenly pulled out.

"Turn over," he said.

"What?"

"Turn over on your belly."

Joanna obeyed. She knew what was coming next. A knot of lust filled her stomach. She moaned as he lowered himself against her back. His juice-coated cockhead grazed her asshole. He braced himself with both hands against her creamy ass cheeks. His fingers clutched the plump mounds of soft flesh. He caressed the cheeks as his cockhead probed the puckered rosette of her asshole. Then Joanna felt the fat tip of his cockhead slide into the grip of her shit-hole. She groaned and jerked her body.

"Easy," he said. "Just relax. It won't hurt if you just relax."

She smiled inwardly. If he only knew how many times she'd been fucked up the ass in the past few months! When he pressed forward again, she pretended pain. She clamped her sphincter shut. She made as if to twist away, but he held her fast. His strong hands gripped her ass cheeks. She finally went limp and relaxed.

He pushed forward again and his cockhead popped into the ring of her asshole. Inch by inch, his cock moved into the depths of her ass.

"Relax, baby," he said. "Relax."

He rested his thighs on hers. He positioned himself so that he was centered directly above her. His bloated balls nestled in her crotch. He held still a moment, making no attempt to ram his throbbing cock any deeper.

Joanna moaned as her ass closed over the hot bulk of his cock. She shivered at the wonderful feeling of his fleshy pole reaming out her shit-hole.

Grunting now, Mike pushed forward again to probe her ass. Joanna groaned in response. In her mind she visualized the look of the hard meat pushing into her rectum. She could feel the pressure of his crotch against her ass. She could feel his coarse crotch-hair tickling the tender white skin of her ass cheeks.

Again he held still, this time with his cock completely embedded in her shit-tube. She wanted him to fuck her ass as hard as possible, but she didn't dare tell him that. She squirmed her hips on the bed and moaned. Whatever pain there had been was now replaced with a sensuous warmth, a delightful lusty feeling of fullness.

He lowered his chest against her back. His hands slipped under her body to grasp her tits. He rolled his crotch across her ass, screwing his rampant cock, stretching her ass until deep moans of pleasure came gurgling out of her throat. She shuddered each time she felt his cockhead pressing against the walls of her shit hole. She felt nothing but hot pleasure now. There was a joy in the knowledge of being fully possessed.

Joanna finally could hold back no longer. With a deep groan, she rose up to push her ass back against him.

"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck my ass!" He chuckled at his victory. He began pistoning his cock in and out of the hot, tight grip of her ass hole. Each forceful stroke brought a mewling sound of lust from her lips. He continued ramming and probing, twisting his hips to make sure his swollen cockhead reamed out every square inch of her throbbing shit-tube.

Squirming and gasping, Joanna started coming. She could feel the heat building up in him. He finally pulled his hands away from her tits, grabbed her ass again, and braced himself. He raised his hips and slammed them down, then raised them again.

He pulled his cock out until only the crown was held by her sphincter. Then he drove it in to plumb the depths of her quaking ass.

When Joanna heard him grunt, she stiffened expectantly. She felt a sudden rush of hot fluid in her bowels and knew he'd come. He slowed a moment, tensed, and then dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass cheeks. Then he began thrusting again, pistoning in and out until the end, until he finally fell against her with a shuddering gasp. As he sank down on her body, she vented a loud groan and came once again.

After awhile, he eased himself free. His soft cock slipped out of the grasping hole. Her sphincter returned to its former tightness. His jism began oozing out in the wake of his retreating cock. He rolled onto his back, and Joanna slipped her body onto his. Their lips met, parted, and pressed together again. He drew her down and nestled her head on his shoulder.

"I hope I didn't hurt you," he said.

Joanna smiled. "No, it was nice."

"Maybe we ought to do that more often," he said.

She said nothing. She smiled again and buried her nose in his armpit, knowing their marriage would satisfy her once again.

Content

Donna Allen
Wide-open wife

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN